Rhoda's Pet

Rhoda could see in my face that I couldn't take much more. The glassy look in my eyes, the way I was panting, told her I was at my breaking point.

"Stop," she ordered. "Pull out."

I obeyed immediately, my body on autopilot. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to savor the tight, hot friction of David's passage one last time before I lost control.

Rhoda moved in close with her phone, the lens nearly touching my cock. She filmed the mess—shit and a little blood—covering the rubber. She held the phone there for a second, capturing the evidence of my degradation.

"Kneel," she commanded.

She touched David on the shoulder. "Turn around, pet. I have another treat for you."

David stood and turned, his eyes still glazed over, but his cock was hard and bobbing in the air.

Rhoda crouched beside me and whispered in my ear. Her breath was hot and sent shocks down my body. "Beg David to allow you to suck his cock."

I turned to look at her, my eyes pleading, my face wet with tears. She just smiled, a cold, triumphant curve of her lips, and licked my tears. "Go on."

I tried to resist. I really did. I fought to find my voice, to say no, but I had no mental strength left. I looked up at David.

"Please, sir, may I suck your cock?"

Rhoda stood and whispered in David's ear. He looked down at me. He was here, physically, but he was also a million miles away; his voice wasn't quite his own, it was distant and hollow.

"Yes, slut," he said. "Do it now."

I looked once more at Rhoda, hoping for a reprieve, but all I found was cold power. "DO IT."

I turned back, took his balls in my hands, and took his cock, slowly, into my mouth.

It tasted salty, sweaty, and utterly foreign. I tried to picture a cucumber to keep myself sane, but the loose, wrinkled skin of his uncut prick made that hard. Unlike when I was fucking him, I got no pleasure from this at all; it was just a mechanical act of shame, a reminder that I had no control over my own body. Rhoda’s voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Look up into his eyes, like a good cock sucker should."

I obeyed. He was looking down at me, but his eyes were glazed and distant. I couldn't even tell if he could feel me on his cock. I worked it like I'd had mine worked in the past, trying to finish him, to get it over and done with as quickly as possible, desperate for the ordeal to end.

Rhoda clipped a leash onto the collar around my neck and handed the end to David. She made sure it slipped through his fingers enough to make it look like he was pulling on it.

As I sucked and licked and bobbed up and down, I felt a change. A slight thickening, like the last bit of air put into a balloon. Rhoda also seemed aware. She pulled me off of him abruptly. 

"Finish him with your hands, but don't you dare move."

I knew what her game was, but I was helpless. All I could do was obey. I closed my eyes to shut out the sight of them.

"Open them."

As I opened them up, David groaned, a deep, guttural sound. A thick wad of come shot from the eye of his cock and caught me on the bridge of my nose. Then wad after wad came, covering my cheeks, my lips, even some on my ear. It was hot and viscous. Eventually, it stopped, and he started to wilt in my hands.

Rhoda hadn't finished yet. "Lick your lips, then clean your face with your fingers, and lick them clean. Look at me while you do it."

I had tasted my own spunk before, but this seemed different— David’s was thick and heavy. I did as I was told, scooping the semen from my face and swallowing it down.

"Close your eyes, make it look like you are loving it."

I don't think I've hated her more than I did at that moment, but I complied, my heart breaking as I swallowed the evidence of my humiliation. I closed my eyes, pretending to enjoy it, waiting for her to finish filming.

Rhoda crouched down beside me, her expression twisting into something truly evil. "If you dare try and disobey me again, I will make you cut your own dick off." She kissed me hard on the lips, biting my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. “Understand?"

"Yes, Ms. Rhoda."

I was scared, I must admit. The emptiness in her eyes told me she was serious. She stood and told David to take me back to the kitchen. Like a robot, he moved, his grip tightening on the leash, and I crawled along behind him. Rhoda leaned back against the wall, phone in hand, watching the show. She followed us to the kitchen but didn't enter.

She told David to get dressed. As he was dressing, Rhoda drew her nails down his back, sending a shiver through him. Then she leaned in and gave him a love bite on the neck, a big red and purple mark of a lover's passion. She smiled.

"Let's see him explain that away," Rhoda said to nobody in particular.

She told me to remove the rubber from my still-hard cock and put it in his pocket. Then she told me to lie on her bed, wearing the rubber hood.

She left the flat, guiding David. She was back in minutes. I guessed she had just left him in his car, where he would come to. Things would be hazy for him at first. But after Rhoda had used my mouth and locked me in the cage in her bedroom, she told me he would receive a heavily edited version of tonight with a warning. If he didn't turn up at our wedding, she would send the clips to everyone in his phone contacts.

The night before the wedding, Rhoda went out with her sister, mother, cousin, aunt, and my sister. It turned out that the red-headed lady at the kennel and her daughter were Rhoda's aunt and cousin. I worried that my sister was alone with them, since Gwen had plans for her, but I was helpless. Even if I could have intervened, Rhoda had locked me up for my bachelor party. I was locked in the cage, hooded and gagged, and, for a special treat, a butt plug was inserted for the first time.

Rhoda came in drunk with her sister. They let me out of the cage, and I was made to pleasure them both before they kicked me out, saying it was tradition to be apart before the wedding. I went and stayed the night at my parents’. Rhoda had obviously told them I would be coming around, as they were waiting up for me. I didn't hear from David, so I didn't know whether I had a best man.

The day of the wedding arrived with terrifying speed, a blink and it was here. To everyone else, it was a triumph. My parents, my sister—they patted me on the back, grinning like idiots, telling me I had finally landed on my feet. They saw a successful businessman marrying a beautiful woman; they didn't see the puppet on the strings. I smiled back, my muscles locking into the required position. Inside, I was screaming. I wanted to tell them the truth: that I was being eaten alive, that "happily ever after" was a prison sentence. But my mind was weak, hollowed out by conditioning. I nodded, feigning joy.

David arrived ten minutes before we were due to leave for the registry office. He looked like a thundercloud. He wouldn't meet my gaze, his jaw set tight, the weight of our secret pressing down on him. My parents asked if he was okay; their concern was genuine. I felt a lump in my throat, the lie heavy on my tongue. "He has trouble at home," I said, my voice tight. "Just... personal family stuff." I hoped he wouldn't ask for details.

As requested, it was a small affair. Just Rhoda's inner circle. Her mother, sister, aunt, and niece. All of whom had played a part in my downfall. They arrived with men I hadn't met—partners. They dressed expensively, tailored, and perfectly made up. They were all Chameleons, shifting their masks to suit the occasion, their eyes darting with the same predatory intelligence as Rhoda's.

Rhoda walked up the aisle first. She looked radiant, the queen of her castle, the dress tracing the lines of her body, giving the illusion of a slimmer body,  and expensive jewelry catching the light. Next came her Great Aunt. The woman was old, but still attractive, the sister of the grandmother who had died when I was younger. The grandmother who had cursed me and humiliated me into submission. She walked with a cane, her eyes scanning the room, looking over my family. There was a look of certainty in her eyes, of her upcoming victory.

We chose a civil ceremony. Neither of us being religious. It went smoothly, without a hitch, the clerk reading the words in a monotone drone that sounded like a death sentence. There were happy cheers as we kissed, the sound amplified by the microphone, but it felt hollow. I felt the noose tighten around my neck, the legal bond sealing my fate. Rhoda held my hand tightly, her nails digging into my palms, marking me, as we walked toward the car.

David kept his head down, staring at his shoes, and I noticed his wife was sitting alone in the back. She did smile as we passed, but it was a sad, empty smile, a mask of politeness.

In the car to the reception, Rhoda grabbed my hair and pulled me to her face, her lips crashing onto mine in a possessive, claiming kiss. Her hand slipped down to my crotch. My cock grew instantly, betraying me, a traitor to my despair. I hadn't been allowed to come for four weeks, teased constantly with the promise of release that never came. She let go, then shoved me away, a cruel, evil grin spreading across her face.

"Your sister will be the first," she whispered, her eyes gleaming. "She is going to be such a nice little plaything for Gwen."

She could see the horror in my eyes, a reflection of the nightmare awaiting my family. She made her way back to my groin, her hand clenching my erection through my trousers.

"Then mummy and daddy," she added, leaning in close. "We have plans for them all."

She laughed, a low, chilling cackle that made my stomach churn. We pulled into the car park of Bridgewood Manor Hotel, the imposing building looming over us like a fortress. I helped her out of the car and walked beside her like a trained dog, her regal posture leading the way.

The evening went well, with the families mixing, chatting, and laughing. It was a performance of perfection. David's speech was robotic, delivered without emotion, and very short. Gwen stood up and gave a speech, telling everyone how lucky they felt to have me now part of their family and how lovely a couple we were. Her smile was sharp and deceptive.

I delivered a speech Rhoda had programmed me to give, reciting lines of gratitude and love that felt like lies spoken by a stranger. We danced, the families together. I noticed David and Rhoda were missing at the same time. Rhoda returned with her cheeks flushed and her hair slightly messy, but David didn't return. He was gone.

Eventually, the evening ended, and we said our goodbyes as we set off for our honeymoon. Except there was no honeymoon. There was the "real ceremony.”

Everyone was waving from the hotel steps, their faces lit by the floodlights, watching us with pride. But they couldn't see my look of utter despair through the blacked-out windows of the limousine as we drove away into the night.