Chapter 4: Climax
Lady Alysia stomped into the throne room, absolutely livid. She was gone for mere hours and the whole palace was turned into some kind of perverse fuck fest. She couldn’t even tell who some of those people could’ve been. Who was the beautiful bimbo fucking Henry when she opened their office door? Who were the knights fucking? What the fuck was going on?
She’d sent a servant to fetch the king and bring him here. Clearly something was wrong and it was her job to fix it.
She doesn’t have to wait long for King Grayson to enter the throne room, looking as regal and serious as ever.
“What is the meaning of this, Lady Alysia? You know well enough that it’s not appropriate for you to summon me. I’m your king.” Grayson says sternly, putting on a show at his master’s command, pretending nothing had changed, that he wasn’t a pathetic slut who just went around the castle warping his subjects into fucktoys like himself. His master was in here somewhere, having made himself invisible. He’s so amazing, Grayson mused, having to stop himself before he went into a daze thinking about his Master.
“I apologize for the breach in protocol, your majesty but something is really wrong! When I arrived back at the palace, I found the knights all having some sort of orgy with one poor girl. Then when I raced to my office to alert the other advisors, I found Lady Anna and Henry pleasuring each other and playing with some blonde woman. I have no idea what is happening but I think it has something to do want that Prince. You haven’t seen him have you? Has he done anything suspicious?” Lady Alysia fervently explained.
Grayson stares at Alysia, his eyes widening with concern, trying to act natural while his body still aches from the orgasms his master had given him earlier. He can still taste Lady Anna's cum on his face, can still feel the weight of Julia's massive cock in his ass. “You think Prince Zephyr is in some way responsible? I find that hard to believe! He just got here and he’s been nothing but polite!”
Alysia crosses her arms, her eyes narrowing as she studies the king. "Your Majesty, I think you're underestimating Prince Zephyr. He has a reputation for being...persuasive. And I saw things with my own eyes. People were...changed. Their minds weren't right. And I think it's his doing."
Grayson shifts uncomfortably, his cock twitching in his pants at the thought of his master. He knows he should be outraged, should be denying the accusations and demanding answers. But all he can think about is the taste of cum on his tongue, the feel of cock in his ass.
He craves more. He craves his master.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about, Lady Alysia. Prince Zephyr is a guest in our kingdom. He's done nothing but show respect and kindness," Grayson stammers, trying to hide his arousal. His cock is throbbing in his pants, leaking pre-cum, desperate for release.
Alysia scoffs, "Respect and kindness? Is that what you call turning our knights into fucking mindless whores?”
“Lady Alysia! I understand you are my trusted advisor but you have no right to use such vulgar language nor make such bold and inane accusations against our honored guests! You should be ashamed of yourself!” Grayson said sternly, acting outraged, hoping his pretend anger covered up the real reason for his deep blush. He couldn’t help but squirm in his fancy pants, his cock leaking pre-cum, craving another release.
Alysia rolled her eyes, “You’re fucking delusional, you stupid little bitch. I saw them! I saw your precious knights fucking a girl like they were animals. And that’s not even the worst of it.”
Grayson’s cock throbbed painfully at the thought of his knights turned into fucktoys, their minds shattered by his master. He could almost feel Zephyr’s dark, powerful presence in the room, his magic tainting the very air.
Grayson knew he was fucking lying, knew he was covering for the prince. He wanted to confess, wanted to admit that he was a pathetic little slut, ready to do anything to please his master. But he couldn’t. Not with Alysia watching him, her eyes filled with suspicion and disgust. He was a king, damn it. He had to put on a show.
“There’s something you’re not telling me, Grayson,” Alysia said, her voice low and dangerous. “I can see it in your eyes. You’re hiding something.” She took a step closer, her eyes bore into his.
"You're scared, aren't you? Scared of what I might find out if I keep digging. What if I find out that your precious Prince Zephyr has been fucking with our kingdom from the moment he stepped foot in it? What if I find out that he's the one turning our people into mindless whores?" Alysia's voice was low and dangerous, her eyes never leaving Grayson's.
Grayson felt his heart race, his body aching with need and fear. He knew Alysia was right, knew that Zephyr was behind everything.
“You’re acting insane, Alysia. This are absolutely ridiculous and baseless accusations your making against Prince Zephyr, who may soon be my fiancé, I might remind you. Have you no better ideas than to sling insults at your king? I could have you charged with treason for your vile words. If our people have been turned into mindless whores as you say, I’d expect you to be much more serious about getting to the bottom of this rather than wasting time spewing filth and dishonoring your king!” Grayson snapped, his voice echoing through the throne room. He hoped his outrage would hide the fear and arousal churning in his gut.
Alysia’s eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a sneer. “Fuck you, you pathetic little puppet. You’re not fooling anyone with this act. I know what’s going on here. And if you won’t help, I’ll do it myself.”
Before Grayson could respond, Alysia spun away from him. But suddenly, she froze.
“What is the meaning of this? Why can’t I move? What have you done, your majesty? What is this?” Alysia screeched. She could feel her limbs growing heavy, her body becoming unresponsive. She tried to take a step, but her legs wouldn’t move. She looked down, her eyes widening in horror as she saw her body begin to convulse, her muscles twitching and spasming out of her control.
Zephyr stepped out from behind his invisibility spell, a wicked grin on his face. “You shouldn’t have come back early, slut. You were supposed to be gone for another day. I was planning to have our new little fucktoys put together a little surprise for you but you spoiled it.” Zephyr pretended to pout, waving his hand, causing Alysia to begin feeling a phantom cock fucking her dry pussy. “I guess I’ll just have to punish you now, won’t I, slut? You interrupted my plans so now you’ll have to take the punishment yourself.”
“No! You monster, I—” Alysia tried to beg, but her words were cut off as a phantom hand reached up and covered her mouth, Zephyr’s magic muffling her cries.
“Shh, shh, darling. No need to beg. You’ll take your punishment like a good little slut. Just like your king does.” Zephyr taunted, his voice thick with lust and power.
Alysia’s body convulsed as she felt the phantom cock pound into her, even though her legs were still frozen in place. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and humiliation, but her body responded to the sensations, betraying her. She could feel her pussy getting wet, her nipples hardening against her dress.
Grayson watched, his body shaking with desire and fear. He knew Zephyr was punishing Alysia for interrupting his plans, but he couldn’t look away. He could feel his own cock throbbing in his pants, leaking pre-cum, desperate for release.
He wanted to join them, wanted to feel that phantom cock driving into him, wanted to feel the humiliation and the pleasure all at once. But he knew his place, knew he had to wait for his master to give him permission.
Zephyr laughed, a dark, wicked sound that sent shivers down Grayson's spine. "Pathetic little slut," he taunted, his voice thick with lust. "You want to join in, don't you? You want to feel that cock fucking you like a cheap little whore."
Grayson nodded, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and desire. "Yes, Master. Please, Master.”
“You’re so observant and quick, Lady Alysia, you caught on so quickly. It’s a shame you’re too weak and powerless to do anything about it. Even if I didn’t have your king, knights, and advisors completely under my control, this would still be an easy little game for me. Your whole world can come crashing down with a wave of my hand.” Zephyr gestured menacingly, the phantom cock slamming harder into her cunt. “Pity you’re such a frigid bitch. You were right though, your king is a pathetic little slut. MY pathetic little slut. He gave up control over this whole kingdom with no argument.” Zephyr paused, looking at Alysia with a cruel smile. “You’re pathetic, really. No wonder your king turned out to be such a whimpering little fuckboy.”
Alysia’s eyes widened as she realized that Zephyr had been in her mind, controlling her every thought and action since he arrived. She tried to scream, but the phantom hand over her mouth muffled her cries.
“Now, now, darling, don’t make such a fuss. It’s not very becoming of a lady.
You should be begging for more, not screaming in terror. You know what, I think I’ll just make you cum again while you scream. It should be quite the show.”
With a flick of his wrist, Zephyr amplified the phantom cock’s sensations, making it feel like it was the size of a man’s arm, stretching Alysia’s pussy wide open and making her scream in agony and pleasure. Her body convulsed and shook as it was forced to take the massive cock, her juices spilling out and dripping down her thighs.
The phantom hand over her mouth muffled her screams, but her eyes rolled back in her head, her body trembling with the intense pleasure-pain.
Grayson watched, his cock aching and leaking pre-cum, as he saw his advisor being fucked like an animal. He could feel Zephyr's power in the room, could sense his master's arousal and hunger. He wanted to join them, wanted to feel the humiliation and the pleasure all at once.
"Please, Master. Let me fuck your boot again while you play with Lady Alysia. Please, I won’t even beg to cum, I’ll be a good quiet boot slut.” Grayson fell to his knees in front of Zephyr, whimpering with desire. “Please, master.”
Even being fucked hard with the phantom cock, Alysia was shocked to hear her king speak this way. It was insane! It was vulgar! It was… turning her on so much? God, she felt like a fucking pervert. She couldn't believe this was happening, but she couldn't deny how wet her pussy was getting, how much her nipples were aching for release. The pain and humiliation were swirling with the pleasure, creating an intense cocktail that had her head spinning.
Zephyr chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down Grayson's spine. "You little slut. You fucking love watching your advisor get fucked like a whore, don't you? You love the way her body responds to my magic, the way she squirms and screams while I use her like a fucking toy.
You love the way she begs and pleads, even though she knows it's pointless. You love the way she looks like she's in pain, her body convulsing and shaking as I make her cum again and again. You love the way her juices drip down her thighs, the way her body betrays her, enjoying the pleasure even as she screams in agony. You love it all, don't you, pet?" Zephyr taunts, his voice a low growl as he watches Grayson's face, his cock throbbing with desire.
Grayson nods eagerly, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. I love it. I love watching her squirm and beg. I love the way her body responds to you, the way her juices drip down her thighs. I want to lick it up, Master. I want to taste her on my tongue."
Zephyr smirks, pleased with Grayson's response. "Such a good little slut. You know your place well, pet. Go ahead and do as you requested, fuck yourself on my boot again. It’s the only way you’ve cum since my first night here so it’s no surprise you’re desperate for it. It’s fucked you more than my cock has.” Zephyr’s voice is a low growl, his eyes never leaving Grayson’s as he watches the king, his cock straining against his pants, desperate to be inside him.
Grayson whimpers, his hips rocking against the polished leather, fucking himself on Zephyr’s boot like a desperate little whore. He can feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as the pleasure intensifies. He knows he’s close, knows he won’t last much longer. He wants to cum, wants to fill his master’s boot with his filth, but he also wants to delay his pleasure, wants to drag out his orgasm for as long as possible.
He knows his master loves to watch him squirm, loves to see him beg and plead for release.
Grayson knows how to do this dance, knows how to prolong his orgasm until his master gives him permission to cum. He’s learned the hard way, after all. His master has made sure of that.
He slows his hips, grinding against the boot, his cock rubbing against the slick material, the friction sending waves of pleasure through his body. He can feel his orgasm teetering on the edge, can feel his balls drawing up tight and his cock swelling even further.
“Do you see your pathetic king, Alysia? How could you feel any loyalty or devotion to something like that? Wouldn’t you feel better if you devoted yourself to me instead? I can make you feel so good, I can give you endless pleasure. That’s what got Grayson to submit. All it took was a handjob and a couple kisses and he was putty in my hands. Are you that weak, bitch? Are you going to give up just because you’re getting fucked by a nonexistent cock?” Zephyr teased her, a dark mocking tone in his voice.
Alysia glared at him, or at least tried to, but her body had other ideas, her pussy clenching at the sensation of the phantom cock sliding in and out of her, her nipples hardening against her dress.
Fuck, why does this feel so good? she thought, hating herself for it but unable to deny the pleasure coursing through her body.
"You're pathetic, you know that?" Zephyr taunted, his voice thick with lust. "All it takes is a little fucking for you to forget your loyalties.
Isn't that right, Alysia? Look at how your body responds to me, how you clench around this cock even though you know you shouldn't. You're a pathetic little whore, just like your king." Zephyr sneered, his hand moving to his cock, stroking it slowly through his pants. He could feel it throbbing with desire, desperate to be released.
Alysia's body convulsed as the phantom cock slammed into her again and again, her juices spilling out and coating her thighs. She looked down at her king, slamming his cock into this monstrous prince’s boot like his life depends on it, pure bliss and humiliation on his face. God, why was that so hot? Was she always this much of a perverted slut that she wanted to see her king degraded like this?
Or was it simply the intense magic that was making her lose her mind and her morals? She wanted to believe it was the magic, but deep down, she knew she wouldn’t be thinking these vile thoughts if it wasn’t for some twisted part of her that enjoyed this humiliation.
Zephyr’s smirk grew wider as he watched Alysia’s body struggle with the intense pleasure-pain of the phantom cock fucking her. He could feel her mind crumbling, her morals and willpower melting away as her body betrayed her. He loved it.
He loved how her body betrayed her mind, how her cunt clenched around that phantom cock even as her face contorted in agony. He loved the way she squirmed and begged, the way her juices dripped down her thighs in rivulets. He loved how her nipples hardened into peaks through her dress, aching for more. He loved how her body responded to his magic, how her mind crumbled under his touch. He loved the power.
Grayson was close, so close to the edge, his cock throbbing with need.
He wanted to cum, wanted to fill his master's boot with his filth, but he knew better than to do so without permission. He slowed his hips, grinding against the boot, trying to delay his release. He could feel his master's eyes on him, could sense his approval.
"That's it, pet. Good little slut. Don't you dare cum without my permission. You know how disappointed and disgusted I’d be, don't you?" Zephyr's voice was a low growl, sending shivers down Grayson's spine. “It would be so bad if you came without permission.”
Zephyr turned his focus back to Alysia, absentmindedly pressing his boot hard into Grayson’s thrusting, grinding dick.
“Let’s get rid of that dress shall we? And for good measure, let’s have you on your knees too.” With a quick gesture, Alysia’s gown disintegrated, leaving her flushed, hot body completely exposed. Before she could react or try to cover herself, she found her body moving to the ground, kneeling submissively. Zephyr didn’t vocally command her to start finger fucking herself and rubbing her clit but he didn’t mentally. He wanted her to think she was doing that of her own free will like a pathetic slut. Her fingers were already in position, her juices coating them as they moved in and out of her cunt, rubbing her clit as she moaned and writhed in pleasure.
“There’s a good little whore. Now fucking make yourself cum for me. It’s the only thing you’re good for. Show me how much of a pathetic little slut you are.” Zephyr taunted, his voice filled with lust and disdain as he watched Alysia pleasuring herself. He loved to break her, loved to see her do his bidding like a good little fuckslut.
Alysia moaned, her hips grinding against her own hand as she fingered herself, her other hand rubbing her clit furiously. She couldn't believe she was doing this, couldn't believe she was pleasuring herself in front of the prince and her king. But it felt so good, so fucking good. She could feel her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around her fingers, her nipples aching for more.
“Fuck, you’re a sight, Lady Alysia. A pathetic, desperate little slut, isn’t she, Grayson?” Zephyr taunted, his voice thick with lust and contempt.
“Isn’t that right, Grayson? Look at your precious advisor, fucking herself like the pathetic little whore she is. What a sight.”
Grayson whimpers, his eyes glued to the sight of Alysia fingering herself, her body writhing in pleasure. “Yes, master. She’s a pathetic little slut.” Grayson echoes, his voice filled with shame and arousal, fucking his cock against his master’s boot even harder, aching for as much stimulation as possible.
“You have a beautiful body, slut. You should’ve been parading around her naked ages ago instead of covering up the only part of you that’s worth something. I think you need to be punished for that, for hiding your body and pretending you weren’t a massive whorish slut. I’m going to make you so ridiculous, no one will make the mistake of thinking you’re a human being with respectable thoughts in her head ever again. First, you’re going to be 10x as sensitive. Every step, every bounce, every move you make will spark against your clit, keeping you wet and ready all the time, your nipples constantly rock hard.” Alysia moaned as she rubbed her clit and fucked her pussy, feeling the intensity of the pleasure skyrocket at Zephyr’s command. “Now your tits need to be bigger, I want them to be so big they’re the only thing people notice about you, just one big pair of tits on legs. Massive tits with big pierced nipples and big fuckdoll lips. And just for good measure, your mouth is always open like a braindead cock slut, constantly drooling on your fuckbags. You’re going to love your new look, cunt.”
Zephyr’s voice was thick with lust and power as he waved his hand again. Alysia watched in horror as her body transformed, her breasts swelling to massive proportions, her nipples growing and ripping through her dress, enormous and pierced. Her lips grew thick and pouty, her mouth hanging open, drool dripping down her chin.
“Yes, Master.
I’m a pathetic little slut. I’m your pathetic little slut,” Alysia moans, her body convulsing as her clit and nipples throb with newfound sensitivity. She can feel the weight of her massive tits on her chest, her breasts so full and heavy they almost hurt. Her lips are swollen and wet, drool pooling at the corners of her mouth.
Zephyr smirks, his cock throbbing with lust. “Good girl. Now, Grayson, watch as my new fucktoy mauls her massive tits with her hands, look at her gasp and squirm as she pulls on her nipple piercings, loving the pain, while a phantom cock fucks her hypersensitive pussy. You love watching me degrade your trusted advisor, don’t you my little king slut?” Zephyr glanced down at Grayson, still humping his boot with all he has, eyes locked on Alysia’s pathetic, obscene display. “You like what you see, don’t you, little king? You like seeing your trusted advisor turned into a fucking slut, don’t you? You want to feel her new massive fuckbags against your face, don’t you? You want to suckle on her giant tits while she fucks herself like the braindead whore she is.”
Grayson whimpered, his cock aching with need, pre-cum leaking out and staining his pants. I want to suckle on her tits. I want to feel them against my face.
I want to suckle on her giant tits while she fucks herself like a braindead whore.” Grayson confessed, his cheeks flushed with shame and arousal.
"Such a good little slut, aren't you, Grayson? Begging for more filth, more degradation. I love it." Zephyr praised, his voice thick with lust.
"Please, master. Let me suckle on her tits while she fucks herself. Please let me feel her big, heavy tits against my face, let me suck on her nipple rings.”
“You have a choice, slut. Would you rather watch her fuck herself and get to cum on my boot or do you want to play with her massive tits while I make you fuck her filthy, wet, slutty sensitive hole? What’s my little king prefer?” Zephyr taunts, a sinister edge to his voice as he leans back, his cock throbbing in his pants, eager for the spectacle to come.
Grayson bites his lip, his cock aching with need. He wants both, wants to feel her massive tits against his face while he watches her fuck herself, wants to cum all over her tits while she squirms and moans in pleasure. But he knows better than to disobey his master.
“I…I want to suckle on her tits, Master,” Grayson manages to choke out, his voice thick with desire.
“Good choice, bitch. Now get off my boot, you filthy whore.” Zephyr sneered down at Grayson. He walks over to Alysia’s obscene form and shoves her over so she’s laying on her back. Like this, you can see her cunt clenching around nothing, her clit throbbing with need, and her massive tits. Nothing else, her face, her whole existence is completely obscured. “Come on, little king slut. Grab onto those massive fuck bags and use them as handles to shove your pathetic cock into her pussy so she’s getting fucked by the phantom cock and you at the same time. Make her go fucking wild, bitch.” Zephyr commands, his voice dark and demanding as he watches Grayson shuffle on his hands and knees towards Alysia's supine, exposed form.
Grayson doesn't need to be told twice, his cock leaking pre-cum like a faucet at the thought of fucking Alysia while she gets pounded by that magical cock. He grabs onto her massive tits, using them as leverage to position himself between her thighs. He can feel her tits slip and slide in his hands, the nipple piercings rubbing against his palms, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.
He looks down at her face, sees the drool dripping from her mouth, her eyes glazed over with lust. She looks fucking pathetic, like a braindead slut just waiting for a cock to pound into her.
Grayson's cock throbs at the thought, aching to be inside her. He grips her tits tighter, using them to pull her pussy towards him as he guides his cock to her entrance. He knows she's wet, knows she's aching for a cock inside her. He can feel the heat radiating from her cunt, can see the juices dripping down her thighs.
He doesn't need to be told twice. He thrusts his cock into her, feeling her tight, wet pussy envelop him. He groans, the pleasure almost too much to bear. He starts fucking her, his hips grinding against hers as he plunges his cock in and out of her.
He can feel the phantom cock inside her too, can feel it sliding against his own cock as he fucks her. It's obscene, fucking a woman who's already getting pounded by a magical phantom. But it's so fucking hot. He can't get enough.
He’s never fucked a woman before and now his first time is to degrade a fuck slut for his master, it’s perfect. Alysia moans loud as Grayson slams into her cunt. He can’t believe they used to be the two most respected people in the kingdom, now just two degraded fuckpets for their master. He looks down at Alysia, her massive tits bouncing with each thrust, her mouth open and drooling, her eyes glazed over with lust. She's like a fucking barbie doll come to life, a walking pair of tits with a fucked out cunt. And she loves it. She's moaning and whimpering, her hands grasping at her massive tits, pinching her nipple rings and pulling them. She fucking loves the pain, loves being degraded and used. Grayson watches her, his cock throbbing, pre-cum leaking out and making his cock extra slick as he fucks her.
He looks down, her massive tits bouncing with every move, her nipples rock hard and leaking precum onto her own fuck-bags. The sight of her drooling mouth and glazed eyes drives him wild.
“Fuck, you’re such a pathetic slut, Alysia. Look at you, getting fucked by two cocks at once like the filthy whore you are. You love it, don’t you? You love getting used like a cheap fucktoy by your king and your new master.” Grayson taunts her, his voice thick with lust and disdain.
“You want to be used like a little fucktoy, don’t you, Alysia? You want us to ruin you, don’t you? You want us to make you our little plaything, don’t you?”
Alysia moans, her body writhing and squirming as she fucks herself with her fingers, her massive tits bouncing with each thrust. “Yes, please. I want to be your fucktoy. I want you to use me. I want you to ruin me,” Alysia begs, her voice a breathy moan, her body aching for more.
“I want you to use me, to fuck me until I'm nothing but a pathetic little cumslut for your pleasure.”
Grayson’s cock throbs at her words, his hips moving faster, fucking her harder, deeper. He leans forward, his lips wrapping around one of her massive nipples, sucking hard, pulling on her piercing with his teeth. Alysia moans, her back arching off the ground, her tits pressing into Grayson’s face as he sucks and bites at her nipples.
Her body convulses as the phantom cock slams into her, the sensation of two cocks fucking her at once sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She can feel her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around Grayson’s cock, her nipples aching with every pull of his teeth.
Grayson groans, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers down Alysia’s spine. He moves his mouth to her other nipple, his tongue swirling around the piercing before he sucks hard, pulling on the metal. He can feel her body responding, her hips grinding against him, her pussy tightening around his cock.
Zephyr watches, his cock throbbing in his pants as he sees Alysia’s massive tits bouncing with each movement, her nipples being pulled and twisted by Grayson’s teeth. He can see the pleasure on her face, the way her eyes roll back in her head, the way her mouth opens and drools.
He knows she's close, knows she's about to cum. He redoubles his efforts, sucking hard on her nipple, pulling on the piercing with his teeth.
Alysia's body convulses as the phantom cock slams into her again and again, the sensation of two cocks fucking her at once driving her wild. Her pussy clenches around Grayson's cock, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. She screams, her voice hoarse and raw, her body spasming as waves of pleasure crash over her.
“Alysia is too regal, too serious of a name for something like you, cunt. Forget your name, forget Alysia was ever your name. You’re just a nameless fuckslut, no memory of ever having had a name. Now keep cumming, slut… cum for me, cum on his cock.” Zephyr commanded, his voice thick with lust and power as he watched Alysia's body convulse and shake.
Grayson pounded into her harder, driving his cock deep into her pussy, the sensation of her clenching around him, her pussy milking his cock, driving him wild. “That’s right, cum for me, slut. Cum all over my cock. Do what our master commands and cum, even if it fries your brain to keep cumming, you'll do it, whore. Now tell us who you are, try to think of your name, anything identifying other than your ridiculous tits.” Zephyr taunted, his voice thick with lust as he watched Alysia’s body squirm and convulse under Grayson’s assault.
Alysia tried to think, but her brain was a mess of pleasure and pain, her body taking over and betraying her. She shook her head, her massive tits bouncing with the motion. “I-I don’t know. I don’t remember my name. I don’t remember anything but…but your cock, Master. Fucking me, Master.” Alysia moaned, her body convulsing as the phantom cock and Grayson’s cock pounded into her.
“I’m…I’m just…just a fuckslut…just a nameless fuckslut…” she panted, her mind clouded with pleasure and her new identity.
Zephyr smiled wickedly, his cock throbbing in his pants. "Good girl. That's all you are. A nameless fuckslut for me and my pet to use. Say it again, bitch."
"I'm…I'm just…just a nameless fuckslut…" Alysia moaned, her body shaking with another orgasm. She felt Grayson’s cock throb inside her, felt his hot cum fill her up.
It was something she'd never felt before, something she'd never even thought she'd want to feel. But now, here she was, a pathetic little fuckslut getting filled up with another man's cum. And she loved it.
Grayson pulled out of her, his cock slipping out of her pussy with a wet pop. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with lust and disdain. "You're a fucking filthy little cumdumpster. Look at you, taking my cum like a good little whore."
"Fuck, yes, I am.
I'm your filthy little cumdumpster, Master. Your pathetic little fucktoy. I'm just here to take your cum, my master's cum. I'm your personal little fucksink, here to please you and your pet king. Please, Master, use me. Fuck me with your cock. Let me taste your cum on my tongue, Master. Let me swallow every drop of your filthy cum." Alysia begged, her body writhing and squirming as she lay on the ground, her massive tits heaving with each breath.
Zephyr smirked, his cock throbbing in his pants at her words.
He loved hearing his slaves beg for his cock, loved listening to them degrade themselves for his pleasure. He walked over to Alysia, his boots squelching in the puddle of her own juices and Grayson’s cum. He could see her pussy lips, swollen and red from being fucked by two cocks, her cunt dripping with their combined fluids.
He knelt down next to her, his hand reaching out to grab her massive tit, squeezing it hard, pinching her nipple and twisting it.
“Think of a name for yourself, slut. What is right for a pathetic fuckslut like you? What is the perfect encapsulation of your being, slut? Tell me.” Zephyr hissed, lust in his voice. “If you can’t come up with a name, I’ll just call you Cumslut from now on. No more Alysia, that’s not who you are. You’re just a filthy little hole for us to fuck.” He squeezed her massive tit harder, enjoying the way her flesh gave way under his grip.
Alysia moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as she thought about her new name. “I…I am Cumslut. I am your Cumslut, Master. Your pathetic, filthy little Cumslut.”
Zephyr smiled, his cock throbbing with pleasure.
"That's right, Cumslut. You're my Cumslut. My pathetic, nameless fucktoy. Now open that drooling mouth of yours and show me how eager you are to please your master."
Alysia opened her mouth wide, her tongue lolling out, eager to take her master's cock. Zephyr smiled and unzipped his pants, pulling out his throbbing cock. It was thick and veiny, the head already slick with pre-cum. He grabbed a handful of her massive tits, using them to guide his cock towards her mouth.
"Suck it, Cumslut. Take my cock in your mouth and feel it push all the thoughts out of your head aside from being Cumslut.
Good girls don’t think, they just suck, don’t they?” Zephyr laughed as he forced his cock against Alysia’s lips, her mouth opening wide to take him in. He watched as her mouth wrapped around his cock, her tongue swirling around the head, his pre-cum coating her tongue.
“That’s right, Cumslut. Suck my cock. Good girls don’t talk, they just suck. You want to be a good girl, don’t you?” Zephyr asked, his voice thick with lust. “If I didn’t like hearing you degrade yourself so much, I’d take away your ability to talk, maybe I’d just leave you with enough words to beg for cock.
‘More cock’, ‘Fuck me’, ‘Fill me up’. Would you like that, Cumslut? Would you like to be nothing but a silent fucktoy, existing only for my pleasure and my pet’s?” Zephyr said as he pushed his hips forward, the head of his cock hitting the back of Cumslut’s throat, making her gag.
Cumslut moaned around his cock, her eyes watering as she tried to take more of him in. She couldn't answer, not with his cock shoved down her throat, but her body responded all the same. She nodded her head, her massive tits bouncing with the movement.
Her eyes watered as she fought to take more of his cock, her gag reflex struggling against the intrusion. Zephyr held her head in place, his grip tight on her hair, his cock throbbing in her mouth.
"That's it, Cumslut. Take my cock like the pathetic little slut you are. You want more, don't you? You want to feel my cock deep in your throat. You want to choke and gag on my cock, don't you?"
She moaned around his cock, her body convulsing as she fought to take more of him.
“Tell me how much you love this, Cumslut. Thank me for destroying your identity and giving you a new, better name, giving you purpose, Cumslut. The only purpose you have now is to please your Master, your King and any other cock that's shoved into your hole. I'll bet you're feeling it in your cunt right now, aren't you? I bet you're dripping with desire, with the thought of serving cock after cock, filling all your holes with cock, every day, every night. You love it, don't you, Cumslut? You love the thought of being a used, pathetic little cumdumpster." Zephyr's voice was a low, cruel growl as he pushed his cock deeper into her throat, making her gag and choke, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“You’ll be like a cheap toy, only one purpose, only a couple phrases to get people to fuck you, you’d love it! Being less than an animal, Cumslut, you’d be a machine, a toy fit only for amusement and fucking. But do you want that? Tell me how much you want that, Cumslut!” Zephyr growled, his hips snapping forward, his cock completely filling her throat.
Cumslut’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body convulsing as she tried to take more of his cock. She moaned around him, her body desperate for more, her cunt clenching at the thought of being a pathetic little toy for everyone to use. She loved it, she hated it, she was lost in a dark sea of pleasure and hate, confusion and need.
Zephyr grinned, his cock throbbing in her throat. “Good.
Now look at me, Cumslut. Look at me with those big, fucking stupid eyes of yours. Tell me you want it, tell me you want to be nothing but a cheap little fucktoy.” Zephyr hissed, his cock pulsing in her throat.
Cumslut’s eyes rolled back to the front, her mouth making obscene sounds around his cock as she tried to nod. Zephyr pulled out slightly, letting her catch her breath for a moment before thrusting back in, making her gag again.
“Tell me, Cumslut. Fucking say it.” He demanded, his voice thick with lust.
Cumslut tried to speak, but her mouth was full of cock, and she could only manage a muffled moan. Zephyr pulled out, letting her suck in a breath before he shoved his cock back into her throat, making her gag again.
” Don’t make me repeat myself, Cumslut. Say it or I’ll make sure you never speak again.” Zephyr warned, his grip tightening on her hair.
Cumslut whimpered, her eyes wide and panicked. She tried to speak, but her words were still garbled around his cock. Zephyr pulled out again, and she gasped for air.
"I-I want it, Master. I want to be your pathetic little fucktoy. Please, Master, make me your fucktoy. I'll do anything, just please, Master, use me." She begged, tears streaming down her face, her voice hoarse from taking his cock.
"That's my good little Cumslut. You want to be a pathetic little fucktoy, don't you? You want to be used and abused by every cock that comes your way, don't you?" Zephyr taunted, his cock throbbing in his hand.
"Y-yes, Master.
I do. Please, make me your fucktoy. Use me, abuse me, fill me up with your cum." Cumslut whispered, her body shaking with anticipation and fear.
Zephyr smirked, his cock throbbing in his hand. "Alright, Cumslut. If that's what you want, then that's what you'll get. But first, I want you to show me how eager you are. I want you to fuck yourself with your fingers while my pet watches. Show him how pathetic and desperate you are for cock." Zephyr commanded, his voice thick with lust.
Cumslut looked up at him with her big, stupid eyes, her massive tits heaving with each breath. She looked down at her own body, her massive tits, her pussy still dripping with juices and Grayson’s cum. She knew what her master wanted, what he desired from her. She reached down with her hands, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in slow circles. She could feel her body responding, her pussy clenching with need.
“That’s it, Cumslut. Play with your clit. Make yourself feel good.
Show me how much you want it, Cumslut.” Zephyr watched as Alysia’s fingers slipped into her pussy, her massive tits bouncing with every movement. He could see the pleasure on her face, in her eyes, as she fingered herself, her hips grinding against her own hand.
On the floor next to her, Grayson watched, his cock rock hard again, his pre-cum leaking out and staining his pants. He couldn’t believe how much he loved watching his advisor degrade herself for his master, how much he wanted to join in.
“Good girl, Cumslut.
Now, show us how you can fuck yourself with that massive clit of yours,” Zephyr commanded, his cock throbbing with anticipation as he watched Cumslut’s fingers circle her swollen clit. “Grind that fucking cunt on your fingers, make yourself cum for us. Show us how much of a filthy slut you are.”
Cumslut moaned as she increased the pressure on her clit, her fingers moving faster and harder. She could feel the pleasure building, her pussy clenching around nothing, desperate for a cock to fill it. She wanted to cum, wanted to make her master happy.
“It might feel like a lifetime ago, Cumslut, but while you fuck your hand, think about how you used to be so respected, one of the most important people in the realm, and now all you are is a hole for cocks and a fucktoy to entertain. You traded such prestige to be so lowly and stupid.
You gave up a brain and a soul to become a fucktoy for any cock that wants to use you.” Zephyr taunted. “Good girl, Cumslut, keep fucking yourself.”
Cumslut moaned, her body convulsing as she ground her clit against her fingers, her massive tits bouncing with each movement. “Y-yes, Master. I’m a pathetic little fucktoy. I gave up everything to be a fucktoy for your cock. Please, Master, use me.” She begged, her fingers moving faster, her clit throbbing with pleasure.
"Please, Master, more. I want more. I want to be filled up. Please, Master, fuck me. Use my holes. Fill me up with your cock."
Zephyr smirked, his cock throbbing at her words. "Good girl, Cumslut. You're learning quick. But first, I want to see you suck on Grayson's cock while he fucks your face. I want to watch you drool all over his cock, begging for more."
Cumslut nodded eagerly, her massive tits bouncing with the motion.
"Yes, Master. I want to suck King Grayson's cock while he uses my face. I want to be his little fucktoy, his little cumdumpster."
Grayson's cock throbbed at her words, and he scrambled to his feet, his pants falling to the floor as he hurried to comply with his master's command. He stood before Cumslut, his cock already leaking precum, the head an angry red.
"Get on your knees, Cumslut," Zephyr commanded, a cruel smile playing at his lips.
"Open that drooling mouth of yours wide. I want to see you choke on his cock like the pathetic little slut you are."
Cumslut quickly obeyed, her knees pressing into the cool stone floor as she leaned forward, opening her mouth wide. Grayson stepped closer, his cock throbbing with anticipation.
"That's right, pet," Zephyr purred, running his hand through Grayson's hair. "Fuck her face like the desperate little whore she is.
Show her how pathetic and used she is. Make her gag on your cock because that's all she's good for now, isn't it?" Zephyr's voice was thick with lust and command as he stood over the kneeling Cumslut, his hand still tangled in Grayson's hair.
Grayson groaned, his cock twitching at the sight of Cumslut's wide-open mouth and drooling tongue. He stepped forward, his cock pressed against her lips, the head already slick with pre-cum.
"Open wide, Cumslut.
Let that pathetic little mouth of yours wrap around my cock," Grayson growled, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding past her lips and into her mouth. He groaned at the sensation, her hot mouth enveloping his cock, her tongue swirling around the head.
Cumslut gagged as Grayson's cock hit the back of her throat, tears streaming down her cheeks as she fought to take more of him. She could feel her body responding, her pussy clenching with need, her massive tits bouncing with her movements.
“You’ve begged so nicely to be a stupid fucktoy for me, so I’ll give you a little reward, Cumslut,” Zephyr sneered. “A new feature for you. That ridiculous, drooling mouth of yours is a second pussy. Every thrust and intrusion in your mouth is like getting fucked, your whole mouth is a clit. That’s not something people have, is it, Cumslut? So that must mean you’re some kind of freakish animal, completely undeserving of respect.” Zephyr sneered, his voice like venom as he watched Grayson’s cock slide in and out of Cumslut’s mouth, her drool pooling on the floor. “You’re not even human anymore, are you, Cumslut? You’re just a pathetic little fucktoy, a big-titted, brainless slut for me and my pet to use and abuse. Your mouth is my second pussy, isn’t it, Cumslut? Every thrust of my pet’s cock is like a fuck to your drooling mouth, isn’t it? Speak up, slut.
Tell me what you are." Zephyr demanded, his voice a low growl as he watched Grayson's cock disappear into Cumslut's mouth again and again, her face slick with drool and tears.
Cumslut tried to speak, but all that came out was a muffled moan around Grayson's cock. Zephyr stepped closer, gripping her chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him. "Speak up, slut. Tell me what you are." he repeated, his voice cold and demanding.
Grayson pulled out of her mouth, giving her a moment to catch her breath.
"Speak up, Cumslut," he growled, his cock throbbing with lust. "Tell us what you are."
Cumslut gasped for air, her eyes watering and her cheeks streaked with tears and drool. I-I am your fucktoy. My mouth is a cunt for your cock to fuck. I am a pathetic little fucktoy for you and your pet, a big-titted, brainless slut." She managed to choke out, her voice hoarse and broken.
“Do you want me to make this all so good for you, to make serving your master as easy as breathing? You won’t have any will of your own to get in the way of perfect obedience. Do you want that Cumslut? Your pathetic king wanted it so I remade his mind. Is that what you need, whore?” Zephyr sneered , his cock throbbing with lust as he watched Cumslut drool all over herself, her massive tits heaving with each breath. “You sick fucks, both of you. You want to be brainless fucktoys for me to use?”
Cumslut nodded eagerly, her pussy throbbing with need. “Please, make us your fucktoys. Make us brainless, pathetic sluts for you to use. Make me a perfectly obedient slut for you, master.”
Cumslut begged, her eyes pleading with Zephyr. She could feel the anticipation coursing through her body, her pussy aching for the sensation of being used and abused.
Zephyr sneered, his cock throbbing in his pants at the sight of Cumslut's desperate plea. “Very well, I’ll make sure you’re a brainless fucktoy for me to use and abuse, you must feel so honored.” Zephyr pushed magic towards the former advisor turned Cumslut, ramping up her need and pleasure. He was sure it felt like her brain was in her clit, pleasure all throughout her body, desperate to serve. He could still feel the sharp edges of her mind, she’s just as smart as ever. It’s limiting her ability to mindlessly obey.
Zephyr imagines her mind as a sheet of glass and uses a hammer of pleasure to shatter her entire existence. He lets the waves of his power cascade over her, drowning her in euphoria, erasing any semblance of her former self. He wants her to be nothing more than a pathetic, desperate fucktoy. Mentally, he grabs a tiny shard of glass, clearing away the rest as it’s no longer necessary. This one shard of glass is all Cumslut’s mind is going to be, just big enough to fit total obedience, humiliation, and pleasure, everything a good fucktoy needs to be a braindead slut.
Zephyr grabs Cumslut’s hair, pulling her head back, admiring her dumb, empty eyes that were once so sharp. He pulls her up to her knees so he can reach her ridiculous fuckbags and slides his boot in between her legs, rubbing against her big, sensitive clit.
“That’s got to feel good, Cumslut. Nothing extra in your head now, god, you’re simpler than an animal, at least they have survival skills. You just exist to fuck and cum, don’t you, my pretty little whore?” Zephyr taunts the empty headed slut grinding her clit on his boot. He takes one of her ridiculous nipples in each hand and pulls hard, eliciting moans of pain and pleasure, pure simple subservience. The filthy whore’s vacant eyes show her internal battle, her once brilliant mind now condensed down to basically nothing. Her sloppy cunt slides against Zephyr’s boot, desperately seeking friction and pleasure on her sensitive clit.
Zephyr tightens his grip on her nipples, twisting them until she moans and mewls, her vacant eyes filled with pure, animalistic pleasure.
"You like that, don't you, Cumslut? You like feeling like a brainless whore, don't you? You like having your tits pulled and your pathetic slut cunt rubbed on my boot, don't you?" Zephyr snarls, his cock throbbing with lust as he watches Cumslut grind against his boot, her massive tits bouncing and her mouth hanging open, drool dripping down her chin.
"That's right, you fucking brainless slut. Grind on my boot like the pathetic little whore you are. Show me how much you love being used, show me how much you love being nothing but a fucktoy for my pleasure."
Grayson, watching his former advisor debase herself, feels his cock twitch and leak more pre-cum. He can't help but want to join in, wishing it was him fucking his master’s boot or staring up at him with vacant eyes.
Cumslut moaned, completely incoherent with her empty, tiny mind working in overdrive to process the pleasure and degradation coming from her master.
“I’m going to let you cum now, Cumslut. And you’re going to love it. It’ll be like nothing you’ve ever experienced but you’ll crave it over and over again.” Zephyr sneered down at her. She whined as Zephyr pulled his boot from in between her legs, missing the stimulation. Not for long though, as Zephyr delivered three swift kicks to her cunt, throwing her into an immense orgasm, pussy spasming with pain and pleasure. “How do you like that, my pathetic pain slut bitch? It’s the best you’ve ever had, isn’t it?” Zephyr asked, his voice laced with malice as he watched Cumslut convulse and shake, her body wracked with the most intense orgasm of her life. The sensation of her pussy clamping down on nothing, the pain and pleasure mix of being kicked, it was all overwhelming.
Cumslut moaned incoherently, her massive tits shaking with each breath, her mouth open and drooling onto the floor. She couldn’t form words, her mind too empty and overwhelmed with sensation.
“See that, pet?” Zephyr asked, looking over at Grayson. “That’s the power of true obedience.
True obedience to your master makes the pain and pleasure so much more intense. Look at how pathetic this once great advisor is now, reduced to nothing but a brainless fucktoy, a cock sleeve, and a cumdumpster.” Zephyr snarled, kicking Cumslut’s exposed pussy again for good measure, sending her right into another orgasm. The pleasure would be shattering her mind if there was anything left in there to shatter.
Grayson groaned, his cock aching with need. Was this what he looks like when master takes his brain away, when his consciousness is shattered? Is he such a pathetic animal, mewling and begging for his master’s attention? God, it’s so hot to know it would take less than a word from Zephyr for Grayson to be just like her, mindlessly fucking himself on the ground at his master’s feet. He only gets to think like a person because it’s what his master wants, not because he’s smarter than Cumslut. She’s just a twitching puddle of flesh now, drooling and moaning, grinding her cunt on anything she can for friction. Her tits are massive and ridiculous, and he can only imagine how her master’s cock looks between them as he fucks her face. Grayson feels jealous, wishes he was the one being fucked like that. He can’t even remember why he was ever resistant to this. It all feels so good.
“Get over here, pet,” Zephyr commands. “Cumslut needs more than just her own fingers and my boot to fuck herself on. And I think you deserve a reward for your dedicated acting when she first arrived,” Zephyr has a dark, menacing smile on his face. “Shatter your mind for me, darling. Become a simple fuck puppet for me to play with just like Cumslut here. Show me how little you fucking care about your own mind, how little you care about everything but obeying me. Show me how much you worship my cock, my body, and my power.” Zephyr's voice was a low growl as he watched Grayson scramble to comply, his eyes glazed over with lust and awoke need. I want to please you. I want to be your fuck puppet, your toy to play with.” Grayson moaned, his cock rock hard and aching with need.
"Please, Master. Please make me your fuck puppet. I want to lose everything, I want to be nothing but a toy for your pleasure." Grayson begged, his voice thick with lust.
Zephyr smirked, his cock throbbing with anticipation. "Good boy. I'll make sure you're nothing but a brainless fucktoy for me to play with. I want you to be my pathetic little fuck puppet, just like your advisor here." Zephyr snarled, his voice thick with lust as he looked down at Cumslut, her body still convulsing with pleasure and pain. “Now lose your fucking mind Grayson, toss your existence into the wind and just be a fucking pathetic slut for me.” Zephyr growled, his magic flooding Grayson’s mind as he gripped the young king’s hair. Grayson’s eyes rolled back and he abruptly fell limp, his body twitching as his mind shattered and dissolved into nothing but base desires and instinct.
Zephyr tossed Grayson to the floor, his broken body landing with a thud as he groaned like an animal, his body writhing and squirming. “Good boy, you brainless slut.”