Guide to tamming vilanesses

Author’s note: I wouldn’t say this is really all that sexy; it is more cruel and psychological torture than anything. So just read it only if you really want. You can skip the Chapter with no problem.

Minako couldn’t stop crying like a weak kid. She couldn’t understand what had happened to her mind. All she could do was apologize and try to keep her voice down. She remained quiet, thinking about everything and the relief that her orgasm had brought her.

Amidst this, she wished even more to be fucked by Shin. More than anything, Minako desired to give up on everything to become the most fuckable thing in the world. To become just that: a fuck doll. All of that, so Shin would finally look at her and fuck her.

Her pussy lips became puffed, swollen like overripe fruit, always plump and eager. Her wet insides were constantly soaked, a leaking, dripping mess that never dried, no matter how many times she squeezed her thighs together or tried to think of something else.

The sheets beneath her were permanently stained. Even her inner thighs gleamed under the faint light, coated in her own endless, humiliating arousal.

Her breasts changed too. She caught herself staring at them in the faint reflection of the window. Huge. Obscene. The kind of tits made for nothing but being groped, slapped, sucked, and covered in cum. They didn’t look like normal human breasts anymore. They looked like a fuck-toy’s.

Minako’s waist became even thinner, and she wondered if she still had any internal organs. She never felt any physiological needs, so maybe she really had turned into a doll.

That only made the flare of her hips more exaggerated. Her ass swelled each day, round and high and impossibly bouncy, two perfect globes of meat designed for grabbing and fucking.

Even her face changed.

Her lips plumped into a permanent pout, always ready for sucking cock, always wet. Her cheeks held a constant flush from unrelenting need. Her eyes grew half-lidded, glassy, unfocused. She looked like a pornstar mid-scene at all times. She was becoming a thing.

A cunt with legs. A pair of tits with a heartbeat. A warm, wet, desperate hole waiting to be used.

And the worst part? She couldn’t stop thinking about the day she would be used like a fuck doll, the day she would fulfill her life’s purpose. She loved it.

Minako hated herself for loving it. She hated the way her pussy clenched every time Shin looked at her. She hated how her mouth watered at the thought of Shin’s cock.

But she couldn’t stop. Her body had betrayed her completely. Every thought that drifted through her empty head turned into a fantasy of being grabbed, thrown down, and fucked senseless.

By the end of the first month, Minako wasn’t a person anymore. She was a drooling, whimpering, constantly dripping mess of flesh that happened to have a human shape.

The woman spent hours on her hands and knees, ass in the air, face pressed to the mattress, just waiting. Hoping that maybe this time, Shin would look up. Maybe this time, he’d finally snap and give her what her body was screaming for.

But he never used her. And with each day that passed, she felt more and more that she was losing her own ego; her mind was being lost.

Meanwhile, Shin just made everything worse. He didn’t bother wearing clothes anymore. Every day, he just hung around, almost daring her to do something. Every day she saw him, his cock somehow growing bigger and sharper.

After so long, he at least began speaking with her, and just talking to him was enough to give her small climaxes. In one week, the woman was used to obeying any order her son gave her, all in the hopes that someday he would fuck her.

The horniness was so intense she couldn’t think straight. And she felt her mind going crazy after staying so long in that room. Still, all she could do was obey Shin. As Shin asked her questions, she told him everything about her plans, about herself.

In the beginning, she tried to think about her answers. She even tried to craft lies that would make her son like her more, but it was useless.

Shin always knew when she lied and punished her. Before Minako could notice, she had given up on even thinking before answering. If Shin asked something, she gave him the most honest answer possible.

If he asked her to do something, she did it immediately. She was not even hoping he would give her a reward. If he just didn’t punish her, it was enough, because Shin was really scary when angry.

Still, after two months, she couldn’t take it anymore. Her mind went crazy. Minako tried to rape her own son.

At that point, his cock was half his size and constantly erect, a grotesque, thick pillar that haunted her every waking moment. She thought only of forcing her pussy onto him, of impaling herself whether he wanted it or not.

She crawled on top of him in the dark, her wet, desperate cunt hovering over his shaft... But it was a terrible decision. The fear she felt that day was something she would never forget again.

He moved before she could register it. His hand crushed her throat, fingers digging into her windpipe as he slammed her head against the wall.

The crack of her skull against the wood echoed through the room. Blood trickled down the back of her neck. He held her there, dangling, her feet kicking uselessly above the floor.

"You wait

," he snarled, spitting the words into her face. "I use you. Not the other way around. You don’t act without my order. You don’t think without my permission. You’re a hole. My hole. And holes don’t make decisions; they just wait." He threw her to the ground like garbage. She landed on her side, gasping, clutching her throat, tears and snot smearing across her face.

For the rest of the day, Shin brutally destroyed the ego of his mother. He made her kneel for hours while he read. He made her present herself on all fours, face pressed to the floor, ass in the air, waiting without moving for hours.

If she twitched, he struck her. If she spoke, he choked her. If she cried too loudly, he shoved her face into the mattress until she nearly suffocated.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry..." was all she was able to mutter.

"You’re not my mother anymore," he told her, lifting the woman by the throat and slamming her back onto her bed. "You’re a thing. A piece of meat with a wet hole. That’s all you’ll ever be now. So stay there until I decide to use you."

Minako only nodded in silence. She remained quietly on her bed, her body still trembling in fear. For a while, the fear was enough to cool off her horniness. But soon, the desire came back.

She was burning even hotter than before. But she didn’t even touch herself. Minako did her best to hold back her desires, to suppress her ego.

All because she was trying to really turn into a mindless object. It would be so much easier if she didn’t think about anything, if she was just an object for her son. She didn’t need anything else.

Just like that, unable to deal with the situation, Minako’s mind reached its breaking point. She held on and on. She couldn’t stop thinking about sex; each agonizing second of her day was filled with desire, but she remained quiet.

And as the end of the third month drew near, the reward came.

"You have been a good fuck doll," Shin murmured.

Hearing him call her a ’fuck doll’ made her flinch for a second. Then her lips curled into a smile. Yes, she was his fuck doll! Her entire body had been molded with the exclusive purpose of being fucked by him.

"I will use you today," he said.

Minako almost climaxed just hearing these words. And soon she was moaning loudly, her eyes taken by the purest bliss of pleasure. She was in heaven because Shin was sucking on her big artificial tits.

Then he roughly used her tits like a toy, pressing them together and hammering his enormous cock in between her fleshy meat. He didn’t use her pussy, but it was enough. That day she was in pure bliss; for the first time in a long time, she actually felt pleasure in being alive.

However, the next day she found out that the pleasure she felt was a curse in disguise. Because the next day, her body was craving him even more.

Her body trembled, and she needed to slam her head multiple times against the wall to try to forget the desire. It was like a million voices in her head were ordering her to fuck him.

At the same time, the orgasm had helped her to think a little bit better, and this just made everything even worse.