Desire and Control
Fluttershy didn’t know when it would come that day. All she knew was that it was happening that day. That on this day, at some point, she would lose all control over herself. She would be given no options except to obey someone who was stronger than her as they took advantage of her body and made her into a toy for themselves.
It was what she had so often dreamed of.
It was also something she was ashamed of. That she wanted to be, in theory, raped. Taken without consent and forced to feel good under some pervert’s cock. Now, of course, she never wanted to actually be in harm from it, but the idea of it excited her, and so she had gone online many times and pretended to be.
Those were just words and such, with no idea who the other person was. This time though, the site had let her town be known, and she had started getting closer to one such partner. They had offered her the possibility of having these things actually happen to her, but, in theory, with a friend. To finally know what it felt like to be fucked by some nameless, faceless person who just wanted her body.
Of course, that whole nameless and faceless part was why the two had been talking for over a year now. He had never forced her to give him more trust than she was willing, even admitting that part of it was so he could own her after all was said and done, but that he would give her this fantasy before he got his. Not that she didn’t like his fantasy too, but…
Fluttershy took a deep breath in as she stepped off of the bus that had brought her to the mall they were going to do this at. She was in a long, blue dress, and it was made up of a thick material to help hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. Just like in most of her roleplays, she liked the words that she hoped would come from it.
She walked into the mall, looking around for whom it may be. There were plenty of strong looking guys there, but many were with their friends and the like. They weren’t looking for her. Weren’t double checking that it was her with a photo or anything like that. Then again, she supposed she would be disappointed if he was that easy to spot.
So, while she walked, she let her mind and feet wander. She had finally sent him what he needed for this, and even a little more to show just how much trust he had earned from her, and to show why she was worth the risk. One picture was her face, the next her breasts, and the last one of her soaked pussy after an especially aggressive roleplay. He had told her it wasn’t necessary to prove her beauty to him, but the words he had to say after she had sent them…
‘I can’t wait to make them mine.’
‘Is this how you are any time a man shows you some attention?’
‘I wonder how that face looks with tears on it.’
It was while she was thinking like this that someone bumped into her, sending her almost to the ground. While she flailed though, trying to regain her balance, hands came onto her shoulders, and she found herself being pushed forward, unable to control herself. Her legs weren’t able to get back under her from the man’s strength as she was forced into the men’s restroom.
It was happening. She was going to be raped here, and…
And she was terrified. Every part of her was frozen in panic as she tried to get prepared for this. But… But she was still a virgin. She didn’t actually know this man? How stupid was she for doing this? Was he… Was he actually going to hurt her as much as he had promised?
He didn’t stop though as she froze. He kept moving her, taking her into the handicapped stall where he pushed her against the wall, keeping her there with his strength before he brought out a red piece of cloth. His voice then came into her ears. It was deep, strong, and authoritative, but it didn’t command her now. It asked, “Are you ready?”
There was no reason for it. In fact, in their messages, he had promised not to ask her that sort of question. To just do it, no matter what. It had left her a wet mess in her bedroom to hear that, and yet, now, to hear her be given even the smallest bit of control, and she cleared her thoat. When she opened her mouth to say something from her roleplays though, like, ‘Please, sir, just do it if you are,” she couldn’t manage it.
She was too scared. Too confused. She was aroused and yet horrified, and it left her mind abuzz with what she wanted to do, what she feared would happen, but one thing was cutting through all of it.
His hand on her back. It hadn’t moved. It was still there, still keeping her against the wall, instead of rushing this. He was… He was giving her the time she needed without letting her see him. It was… exciting. More exciting she thought than if he had actually just done what he’d told her before.
She still wanted it though, and so whispered back to him, “Y-yes.”
His hands worked quickly, his hips now pinning her as she felt a large bulge press against the small of her back. She let out a small yelp because of it, but from what she could tell, that wasn’t enough to stop him. She wondered if he would now. Or if she froze up entirely again, if he would give her the time she needed again. Or, for that matter, would she want him to?
It didn’t matter at the moment as he tied the cloth over her eyes, making sure that all she saw was red, if she even bothered keeping her eyes open, which she didn’t. His hands were rough, and the pain they brought did make her want to shut them, even as her legs quivered in excitement.
And she had plenty of both to enjoy as she was turned around. One hand slammed into her chest, pressed firmly into her chest with more pressure than was necessary for a meek girl like herself. She tried moving her arms to stop him. To act the part of the victim by fighting him off, but instead she found they wouldn’t move. They were paralyzed as she stood there, waiting to see just what this man would do to her.
That next came from him roughly tugging at the straps on her dress. It wasn’t necessary. The straps on her dress were small, spaghetti strings, just as she had asked for Rarity to make them for today. They were meant to be able to be slipped off easily, and yet this man decided to yank at them, force her dress to squeeze at her and cause her at least some discomfort, if not outright pain.
That was… exciting. It was part of the play she always imagined, but it also meant that her straps were taken off, and she took in a sharp breath as she felt her dress loosen. However, where his hand was let it be stopped. It showed the top of her large, heaving bosom, but it didn’t let it actually show herself to him. All the while, while she panted and whimpered under him, she could feel his breath beating against her.
He was waiting for something, and she let out a small squeak as for a moment he let his hand loosen on her. The dress began to fall, and her hands twitched towards it. Twitched towards covering herself up before this stranger saw things so few had. She didn’t need to though, not as he pushed her back against the wall, almost driving the air out of her, but keeping her dress in place.
He then double checked as he took his hand away again, and this time, Fluttershy didn’t make a move. She was more prepared this time, and far more excited. He was so strong. He could have probably ripped the dress off of her, but instead he was using that strength in such a controlled manner.
He was… She didn’t know what to call it, because while it felt like he was in complete control of the situation, she felt like that was wrong. She felt like- “Ah!”
Her yelp had cut off her words as she was suddenly reminded that yes, her dress had fallen off, and she was barely standing now as his large, rough hand came around one of her breasts. It wasn’t gentle either as it dug into her sensitive flesh, and the callouses on his hands grounds against her firm nipples. It sent shocks all throughout her body, and she could feel her arousal begin to drip down her thigh as she tried to manage something, but couldn’t.
His breath beat down upon her ear as his other hand came around, gripping into her fat ass and making her whimper a little. She liked focusing on her chest, as her bits of fluff were appreciated there. Her ass though? It was always a point of taunting, ridicule, and here he made sure she remembered just how pathetic it was as he fondled it.
His words were what made her almost blush the most. Even as he manhandled her, touching her in places that no one had ever been allowed to see or feel like this, he whispered to her, “How beautiful…”
It was that sweeter tone of his. That tone asked for permission and didn’t push her too hard. It was… nice, even if not what she expected here. What she expected came with him slapping her breast, causing her to yelp as a wave of pleasure crashed through her body from the suddenly violent action. His tone was gruffer, meaner, but it was definitely his, and it demanded she listen. “It’s a shame that it’s wasted on such a dumb slut. How long have you been hoping some man would strip you down?”
Fluttershy was bright red as he continued to molest her body, moaning under his touch as she bit into her lip. It was a question she had asked herself so many times, and that they had even discussed on a few occasions. To hear it from an actual person though…
He pulled on one of her nipples, forcing her to gasp as she felt another small trickle of arousal run down her thigh. He must have noticed it too, as he brought the hand on her ass forward, caught the drop, and slowly followed it. Her heart stopped as she could only focus on the finger. It was sliding closer and closer to what she had promised him. To what was all too ready and eager to be played with.
And he skipped over it, lifting his finger away from her body just before she reached it. She… she didn’t know what to think of it, and even less as he smacked her breast again to force her mouth open, only then to jam the finger gasping maw. “How does it taste? Your proof that you’re begging for this?”
She moaned at his hand forcing her to keep sucking on her finger. It hurt how he grabbed her face, and each new line sent a new level of humiliation slamming straight down into her nethers. It was… It was… It was what she wanted, finally, but she knew it wouldn’t last.
That fact became all too clear as she heard the sound of a zipper undoing itself, and she was told with a hiss in her ear, “Now be a good toy and get on your knees. I want to see those lips be put to proper use.”
Fluttershy was almost pushed to the ground as he finally let her go, but she didn’t need the prompting anyways. She knew better than to stay on her feet when he undid his pants. Her legs were weak enough as it was. Down here though, one sniff told her that he had listened to her and made sure not bath. The stench of his sweat, semen, and arousal was all too clear with her face this close to… it, and she swallowed hard as she tried to turn to it.
The man reached down at that point, as that was the only way she could explain to herself how he grabbed ahold of her arm, and brought it up. Her fingers were forced to come against his cock and… And it wasn’t even erect. It was maybe a little hard, but mostly she could just tell that this man was hung almost like a horse, with a cock as long as her hand right now, and at least as thick as her three fingers.
The gentler tone came back as he spoke to her. “That’s your new owner’s cock. That’s what you’ll get used to sucking whether or not you want to, and I mean every inch. I’m not going to be okay with you just licking the tip. It will be your job to clean it, and to not spill a drop of my cum. Are you ready?”
He… He was asking her permission again. He was stopping again. He didn’t need to say any of this to her. In fact, with how softly he whispered it to her, he might have noticed that someone came in while she was stuck in her own world. That would mean that talking only put him in more danger.
And yet, now, he didn’t touch her. Her hand was still on his cock, but he waited patiently for her to speak, or to do something. She glanced at the cock, unable to see it, but all too able to feel it. It would tear her throat open she thought, especially if he fucked her with it like they did online. She… She couldn’t actually let that near her, could she?
And for a moment her blood ran cold as she thought about the fact that she was afraid of just sucking on it. With all the two had promised to do with or for the other… What if he hadn’t paused? What if she couldn’t stop this?
She shivered, shutting her eyes as waves of… something came over her, and the voice came back. “I have clothes for you. I can get you dressed, and we can stop this. After all, I can wait for a day when you’re better prepared.”
Fluttershy was silent for a few moments, her mind a blank except for one question that she could barely force out as tears came down her face. “Why did you stop?”
His response was brief and to the point. “Because a master’s duty is not to hurt the slave. It’s to give them an environment where they can be nothing and feel safe, as only if you can feel safe will you enjoy it.”
Fluttershy was silent, able to feel his presence there. Able to hear his breathing as he only lightly touched her shoulder. He had been able to touch her however he wanted a minute ago, but now…
She turned to him, and opened her mouth. “I-I’m ready. Just please tell me you’ll be done afterwards.”
The rough tone, the tone that remade the imagery of him just being some stranger who didn’t care, came back as he forcibly grabbed the back of her head. “I’ll be amazed if a cocksleeve like you isn’t begging for more afterwards.”
He then pushed his hips forward. His cock slid over her tongue quickly, pushing into her throat almost just as fast as she was forced to suck on it. It hurt, that was certain, and she could feel drops of arousal come against the floor as it did. It wasn’t all of it though. She could tell that much as he started to force her throat to massage his shaft, letting the long, soft cock slide against her tongue as she covered it in her spit.
He was going easy on her, as otherwise she’d be choking. Otherwise, she might not breathe, but instead could moan with each hard slam back into her throat. It was loosening her up, almost as quickly as he was beginning to harden. His girth was terrifying as it felt like it might break her jaw, but as he paused even just for a second as she suckled his tip, her body relaxed.
This… This was her place, and she tilted herself forward a bit before he pushed back on her, filling her throat as her eyes shot open. This wasn’t holding back. This was every inch of it as it slid down her throat. She could feel her skin stretch under its weight and girth, and for a moment, her breath was gone as he kept it there, before pulling it back out.
She barely had a chance to breathe before it was back in, and her lungs quickly began to burn as he roughly fucked her throat. In and out, back and forth, and with each one a new wave of pain as he fucked her harder and harder.
She didn’t dare think about biting him though. Or to turn away so she didn’t have to suck on it. She was happy to have lost the control now, and all too happy to listen to her breasts slap her own chest as she rocked back and forth. Fluttershy could feel her spit dripping down onto her legs and chest as more was pulled out of her drooling mouth by the cock she sucked.
And she loved it. She could feel tremors of pleasure running down her body as she waited patiently for what was to come. For her to be made into a proper toy for this man. For her job as a slave to succeed and for him to get what any man wanted from a girl like this.
Release. A release that didn’t even come with a warning. Instead, he slammed his hips forward one more time, her spite flying onto her face from the impact of it, before slowly pulling it out. Dragging it over her throat and tongue until only his tip was left in. Then, thick ropes of cum began to pour right back down where he had just been. She tried to drink it, tried to savor the flavor, but the second the hot, salty seed of his touched her tongue, she finally shut her eyes and let her body tremble in its own climax. Let herself be his little whore, even as she had to finally turn away and cough, spunk spewing from her mouth as more of it splashed onto her chest.
She stayed there, shaking as she stared at the ground, unable to move as she tried to process what she had actually done. What she had finally done, and just how much she had enjoyed it. She almost didn’t notice as he took the blindfold off of her, and heard him whisper, “We need to get going. We’ve gotten lucky with only one visitor, but I don’t want you to be seen like this.”
Fluttershy slowly nodded, keeping her head down as the man began to clean her off with some things he had brought himself, whispering to her about how she did wonderfully, and how she’ll make a wonderful pet.
And, as the two slipped out of the bathroom with no one watching, he whispered, “You were everything and more that I hoped for, Fluttershy, and I know I shouldn’t even be surprised. That’s why I fell in love with you in the first place.”
Fluttershy had kept her head down. She had been in a haze since the two had finished, and she wasn’t even certain if she wanted to look up at him. To see the man who she knew her body wanted to continue submitting to, but at those words, she finally did.
And smiling down at her, his arms slipped around to her back, Sombra smiled back. He was tall, strong, and wearing what looked like some sort of business suit, though his slightly shaggy beard made him look a little less impressive. His red eyes made her want to shudder for a moment, but as she looked deeper into them… “Do you… Do you mean it?”
Sombra squeezed her a little as they stood there together, smiling at her. “I stopped roleplaying with young girls like you a long time ago. You don’t understand what you’re wishing for, or what is actually needed for such relationships, but,” he said as he reached up and cupped the side of her face, “something told me you were special. That you were worth the time and trouble, and I’ve only seen how right I was today.”
Fluttershy leaned into his palm. He still talked about her like some sort of pet that needed to be trained. A toy that needed to be finished being assembled.
Then again, as she swallowed hard, her throat responding with a sharp pain back, she supposed she was, but she was all too happy about the hands that would finish shaping her.