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A Super-Femdom Fantasy
By G. F. Savidge
Copyright 2018 G. F. Savidge
Smashwords Edition
Disclaimer
This book is a work of fiction. All characters, names, locations, and events in
this book are fictional or used in a fantastical way to entertain. Any resemblance
to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental.
This story is a work of fiction and fantasy. It cannot and should not be imitated.
Always follow safe, sane, and consensual BDSM practices.
The author cannot be held liable for activities based on or derived as a result of
this story.
One: Objection
I don’t know how long they subject me to the modified Ludivico, but I bet it’s more
than three days. They give me brief rest periods, during which I sometimes grab a
few minutes of fidgety sleep, punctuated by screaming nightmares of a demonic
Janice.
The tease and denial are the worst. The drug they gave me not only blocks my
orgasms, but also increases the sensitivity of my dick by several orders of
magnitude. Even if I could release my frustration with masturbation, the slightest
touch on my over-stimulated cock and fried blue balls is agony. I’d be okay with
them doubling the current of the electric shocks they’re pumping into my testicles
if they’d just leave my dick alone. Instead, they keep grinding me up against the
edge of an orgasm I can never reach.
Cassandra tests my reaction to the slideshow of “good” Janice after every session.
Eventually, she declares my reactions to be “fear, revulsion, and hatred.” I
couldn’t bear to be close to Janice, let alone be married to the evil hag.
“Well done, sweetie,” says Valeria. “You’re so brave. You’re halfway done. Now it’s
my turn.”
I can’t believe they’re going to put me through more of this torture.
“Baseline,” says Cassandra.
Valeria is wearing a black one-piece swimsuit with a plunging neckline. She bends
toward me like a pin-up model, framing the cleavage between her firm round tits
with her arms. She blows me a kiss.
“Fear and hatred,” says Cassandra. “Some arousal - he’s only human - but he doesn’t
love you.”
“Residual effects from the Ludivico?”
Cassandra shrugs. “Doubtful.”
Valeria removes the leather gag. “Why don’t you love me?”
“Apart from the fact you’ve tortured me for days?”
“Brainwashed,” says Cassandra. “It’s quite different.”
“Look at me,” says Valeria. “I’m the perfect woman. How could you not want to be
with me?”
“You ruined my wedding and put my fiancée in the hospital.”
Valeria tilts her head. “Hospital? I hit her pretty hard. I doubt she’s alive.”
“The guy’s an idiot,” says Cassandra. “Can I just wipe his brain?”
“He’s an idiot I’m in love with. A brain wipe is the last resort - try the inverted
modified Ludovico.”
Cassandra puts the leather gag back over my mouth. “Don’t get your hopes up.
Attraction is much harder to induce than repulsion.”
The robot arm injects a dose of blue liquid into my scrotum. A sensation of calm
and well-being floods through me, and my erection eases from painful to merely
full.
The monitor shows a slideshow of Valeria: laughing, happy, thoughtful, affection,
and vivacious. She’s beautiful in cocktail dresses, swimwear, lingerie, her
costume, and naked. Music starts again, but this time it’s a well-curated playlist
of my favorite artists. No repeats and no duds.
The whispered words under the music have changed to: “love,” “honor,” and “obey.”
The teaser slides over my dick and resumes its erotic massage. After days of
frustration, it takes only a few seconds to reach a climax, and this time nothing
stops me. A massive spasm of thick semen spurts across the lab.
“Yuck,” says Cassandra. “I preferred the other way.”
The teaser rests for a few minutes before it starts again. My second orgasm takes
longer to arrive, but it’s even bigger and better than the first. I’m in heaven.
It’s obvious Valeria wants me to associate these pleasant sensations with her, the
way they had me associate torture with Janice.
If this is how they plan to brainwash me into loving Valeria, I don’t see how I’m
going to be able to resist.
*****
They work me over with positive reinforcement until I reach the point where I’d die
for Valeria. I love her, adore the ground she floats above, and want to be with her
more than anything. She’s a goddess.
So I’m surprised when Cassandra tells Valeria it’s not working. “He still fears
you. There’s no love here.”
“Something is blocking him,” says Valeria. “The Feds did some brainwashing of their
own, I’m sure of it. Continue the procedure - break him with my love.”
“As you command.” Cassandra’s smile is as sharp and thin as a razor blade.
My balls are dry after so many orgasms, but the teaser keeps making me come. Each
climax is more strained than the one before. Again, my pleasure becomes pain. I
dread the next climax almost as much as I did the constant frustration of the
previous regimen.
The positive reinforcement is ground away as the teaser pulls more dry orgasms from
my ravaged cock. I hate Valeria more than I did when this started. I think
Cassandra is sabotaging the positive reinforcement on purpose.
*****
“Have you ever been hypnotized?” asks Cassandra.
I shake my head.
Valeria pats my hand. “Relax, you’ll be fine. I want to find out why the affection
therapy isn’t working, so we’re going to put you under and ask a few questions.”
I shake my head with more vigor. There are some questions I don’t want her to know
the answers to.
The monitor displays a swirling green and yellow spiral as Cassandra injects
something into my arm. “To induce suggestibility.” She lulls me into a state of
deep relaxation with a calm, soothing tone.
I don’t really believe in hypnosis, but I will admit I’m paying closer attention to
her words than I ever have before. I drift into something like a trance and the
questions begin. I tell the truth.
“Do you love Valeria?”
“No, I do not.”
Valeria gives a combination gasp and sob.
“Why don’t you love Valeria?”
“She’s a cruel, violent, unstable psychopath.”
“Is that true?” Valeria asks Cassandra.
“Diagnostically speaking,” says Cassandra, “you do not meet all the criteria for
psychopathy. You’re a narcissist with homicidal tendencies.”
“Sweet.”
Cassandra returns her attention to me. “How did the authorities discover Valeria’s
secret identity?”
“I told them.”
“Why would you do that?”
“I was terrified of her and I wanted her out of my life.”
Valeria’s slap is like a hammer blow against my cheek. “You little shit.”
“Did they brainwash you, torture you, or offer any inducements for your betrayal?”
asks Cassandra.
“No. I sold her out of my own free will.”
Valeria runs out of the lab, crying.
Cassandra leans in close. “You’re fucked now, buddy.”
She takes me deeper into the trance until I lose awareness of my surroundings.
Three: Punishment
With an inverted spiral of bright green light, the sound of rain on a hot pavement,
and the smell of boiling maple syrup, my consciousness returns. I’m still alive.
I’m aware of my surroundings.
I’m in Valeria’s bed, snuggled against her naked body, held tight in her mighty
arms. Moonlight streams through the window, casting silver highlights dancing
across her pitch-black hair.
“I love you,” she says.
I stroke her hair. “I love you, too.”
I didn’t say that. The words came out of my mouth, but not because I wanted them
to. I didn’t stroke her hair, either. My hands did, and I felt the silky strands
beneath my fingers, but I didn’t initiate the action.
My senses all work. I look deep into her violet eyes when she leans in to kiss me.
I feel her moist lips, smell her pine-like scent, and hear her moans of pleasure.
When her probing tongue accidentally knocks one of my teeth out, I feel the pain
and taste the metal tang of blood in my mouth. But I have no control over anything
I do: I’m a passenger in my own body, forced to experience what someone else is
doing.
Valeria sighs with arousal. “Cowboy up.”
In an instant, my dick is rock-hard, straining at the seams. Valeria flips me on my
back and impales herself on me. She rides me to a quick orgasm - hers, not mine.
There’s an unbreakable orgasm block in me that I can’t get past, no matter how
stimulated and aroused I am. Frustration builds as she grinds me against the hard
edge of climax. I cry out in pleasure: it’s torturous for me, but the new
personality in charge of my body enjoys it.
She fucks me for another hour, battering and bruising my body in pursuit of her own
pleasure. We fuck in several different positions - each of which she commands from
me with a different phrase. I’ve been programmed to please her. After each orgasm,
she takes a break to write a few words in a notebook.
When she’s done with my dick, she lies on her back. “Talk to me.”
I go down on her and eat her pussy out with vigor. She squeezes her thighs tight
around my neck and shoulders. She shatters my collarbone during her third orgasm.
“At attention,” she says.
I roll away from her and stand by the side of the bed, hands crossed behind my
back. My erect cock sticks out like a flagpole.
“Release pressure,” she says.
Semen dribbles from the end of my dick in a slow stream. It’s more like urinating
than having an orgasm, but the end result is the same. I’m flaccid and drained but
without the explosive pleasure of a climax.
Valeria examines the small pool of semen at my feet. “Lap it up,” she says.
The thought of licking up my own cold semen disgusts me, but I don’t hesitate to do
as I’m told. Like a cat with a saucer of cream, I clean my seed from the hardwood
floor with my tongue.
“Snuggles,” she says.
I enthusiastically leap back into bed and cuddle.
“Go to sleep.”
I obey. Dreams from both personalities overlap while I sleep. Mine are nightmares
of being torn to shreds by Valeria in pursuit of bigger and bigger orgasms. The
other me has simple fantasies where he takes joy from serving his mistress.
*****
“How did he perform?” asks Cassandra.
I’m in one of the labs, spreadeagled on an X-shaped cross like Da Vinci’s Vitruvian
Man.
Valeria hands the notebook to Cassandra. “He was adequate.”
I experience two sets of emotions. Outwardly, I’m distraught at having disappointed
Valeria. Inwardly, I’m angry: I thought I was fucking amazing.
“He’s not hungry enough,” says Valeria. “When he eats me out, I want to feel he
can’t live without the taste of my pussy. Also, his technique is too stiff and
mechanical. He’s too much like a sex toy and not enough like a man.”
“I can fix that,” says Cassandra. “I’ll have him panting to rock your world by the
end of the day. Is he injured badly?”
“Who cares? Just patch him up. By the way, his strength and stamina are pretty
pathetic.”
Cassandra runs her hands down my torso, feeling for breaks and bruises. “I’ll put
him on strength and flexibility regimens as well. Do you have any objection to
artificial enhancements?”
“Not in the slightest.” Valeria flies away to attend to the day’s villainous
agenda.
“Hello,” says Cassandra. “I suppose you’re wondering why you’re still alive.” She’s
talking to me - the me that has no control over anything but my own thoughts.
Valeria said the brain wipe would kill me. Was she lying, mistaken, or misled?
“You have me to thank for that. Valeria’s little pet doesn’t take up a lot of room,
so I left you inside as well. She doesn’t know.”
If Cassandra is working behind Valeria’s back, maybe I have a chance of getting out
of this. For the first time since Valeria snatched me away from my own wedding, I
have hope.
“I want you to suffer,” says Cassandra. “I want you to feel every bone she breaks,
every muscle she tears, every bruise she pounds into your sorry flesh, every
humiliation she piles upon you, while the man in charge of your body smiles and
asks for more.
“You don’t deserve her love, and I don’t want you to ever forget it. Now, let’s get
you ready to be her plaything. Loser.”
So much for hope.
*****
My life settles into the routine of a chaste, obedient sex-slave to a superwoman.
Valeria fucks me every night and more.
She fucks me on the sheer face of the second-highest mountain in the world,
scraping me up against jagged rock and ice as my extremities freeze. She fucks me
high in the clouds, laughing as I gasp for breath in the thin, freezing air. She
fucks me on the plains of Africa, daring the hungry lions around us to take her on.
She fucks me in the ruins of Cleveland - still a dead city three years on from her
most infamous rampage - giving me a blow-by-blow of the massacre as she takes me
deep inside her.
“Why?” The new me asks, without judgment. I’m horrified at the devastation and her
detailed descriptions of death, but he just wants to find out more about the woman
he loves.
“This is where I came from,” she says. “Let’s just say my high school reunion got
nasty.”
Her appetite for using and abusing me is boundless. I receive no pleasure from our
coupling, just the bizarre sensation of semen dribbling out of my dick when she
deigns to relieve the pressure on my bright blue balls. The simpering new me
doesn’t care: he loves the way she treats him and affirms his undying love for her
at every opportunity. Valeria laps it up.
When Valeria is done with me for the day, Cassandra repairs my injuries with her
healing mist. There are always injuries: sex with Valeria is like being fucked by a
runaway freight train.
In my spare time, I exercise to increase my strength, stamina, and flexibility.
Cassandra implants artificial enhancements into my body, boosting my strength and
durability far beyond the human norm. I’m nowhere near Valeria’s level, but I’m
superhuman enough that she doesn’t need to hold back for fear of killing me
outright. Cassandra tweaks my personality, making me hunger for Valeria’s body,
arousal, and approval. The other me is upset to the point of trauma when he’s not
making love to Valeria. Cassandra uploads the knowledge and techniques of the
world’s greatest lovers, all the better to serve as Valeria’s sex stallion.
“You’re clay in my hands,” says Cassandra. “I’m sculpting you to Valeria’s
specifications for a perfect mate. I can’t imagine how helpless you must feel. Are
you still sane in there, I wonder?”
I am, but barely.
Five: Deja Vu
Breaking the Groom is one of the first stories of erotic super-powered femdom I
wrote and published back in 2015. Apart from copy-edits, the text is the same as
the original.
I hope you enjoyed the combination of superpowers and female domination in this
story. Please consider adding a brief review. If you have feedback you would like
to share or would like to be informed when I release a new story, email me at
gsavidge@castempress.com.
If you liked this book, why not try Breaking the Villain or Breaking the Hero?
Available at Smashwords.
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