Sofia.

Sofia.

Sofia.

A man walked lifelessly down a gravel path. He didn’t know how he’d gotten here. He wore different clothes, he didn’t know where’d he gotten them. Jeans, underwear, a plain white shirt. Normal clothes. Purely conceptually, the man might seem fine.

The second someone saw his face however, looked deep into those eyes of his… they would know just how wrong they were.

For this was Michael. A man that had been used, raped, abused, pissed in, sodomized, and even hypnotized. All his female friends or aquitances had been taken over by an evil hive mind of a woman and used against him. Trapped in their own bodies, minds altered, convinced of a different reality than what was occurring.

Michael had completely lost sense of time. He’d lost most senses, truthfully. His mind had been on the verge of collapse before he’d been recaptured four times in a row and suffered a whole new litany of torments. Add in the some of the specifics and it was a miracle he was still sane. Well… as sane as he still was.

And now only one thought was left inside his brain and mind. A simple one.

Sofia.

Sofia.

Sofia.

He hadn’t realized it, but he was muttering her name over and over and over again. Sofia was more than just a childhood friend to him. She was the person he loved, the person he always wanted to confess to but never had the courage. And now? Now… the very reality itself of Sofia existing and the hivemind that could take people over existing at the same time… it put him on the brink. His mind was being crushed by the weight of reality, but still, he shuffled forward like a zombie, heading in a specific direction. The sun was shining and this time of day, he knew exactly where Sofia would be.

He didn’t know how he got there, everything was a blur, an absence, or a dark pit. But he made it. Somehow, inexplicably, walking along the whole way, he made it. To the college basketball court.

Michael stopped.

In front of him, shooting some hoops alone, Sofia was there. She stood there, looking as beautiful as she had ever seemed. Perfect. Through the pain and torment, through the shredded remains of his mind and psyche, he felt his heart skip a beat. Love welled up inside him. A match of hope being struck in the deepest, darkest, most painful pits imaginable. Sofia, the woman he loved.

She turned and her radiant smile lit up the world.

“Michael! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, playing hooky huh? This is college you know, you can’t be that lazy even if you’re only going a few days at a time. Come on, let’s shoot some hoops.”

Sofia said that and bounced the ball Michael’s way. Michael startled and grabbed it by reflex, staring down at it. It was if his whole soul was affected, pulled in, not understanding. Just, a basketball. Just… Sofia. Sofia, who wanted to play with him. Like always. Like she always did.

A tired, broken smile crossed Michael’s face.

“...okay.” He said, smiling sadly.

The next few minutes passed, as Michael had his tiny worn smile, and Sofia’s her radiant one. They played basketball and it was exactly like it always was. She never let him win, utterly dominating him. Michael’s life flashed before his eyes, all the moment’s he’d spent like this, growing up with Sofia. Birthdays, Christmas, Halloween, trips to the park, to the pool, school, first crushes, first dates, fights, jealousy, playing games together, planning their futures. Something welled up deep inside Michael and halfway through the game, he stopped and the ball fell from his hand, bouncing away along the pavement.

He stood there, unmoving, still as a statue as tears fell from his eyes.

“Michael? You okay?” Sofia sounded worried.

He stared down, unable to meet her eyes.

“Michael? What’s going on? You can talk to me you know.”

Michael mumbled, too low for Sofia to hear.

“What?”

“...it’s you. Isn’t it?”

Michael looked up, as Sofia froze for a moment. Before her radiant smile turned and twisted. He’d known it. He’d known since the moment he’d shown up. Sofia… the Sofia he’d known… was already gone.

But looking at her now… something was… different. Something had changed with the monster of a creature that had taken over everyone. He could see, practically feel it. She seemed so much… calmer. The smile on Sofia’s face was twisted, malicious, but… still… Radiant.

“Michael… I feel… complete.” Sofia said. No… not Sofia. Not anymore.

“June 7th, we were five years old, you bought me a piggy bank because I ‘was a girl and girls need money’.”

“Christmas, twelve years, you tripped and fell, nearly setting my house on fire. My dad had laughed and laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world.”

“Fifteen years old, your face when I first told you I was dating someone was so angry, so full of jealousy, and you lied and said that you had heard bad things about the guy at the time.”

“I remember it all. I know it all. Years…. So many years of being with you. All to myself, all mine. My perfect, beautiful, amazing toy. My personal rape slut. My gorgeous fun sex machine. Did you know I, Sofia, wanted to fuck you so bad? That I dreamed of it constantly? That I wanted to work up the courage to be with you? And now… now I can.”

Sofia closed her eyes and smiled, content. In that moment, something finally broke in Michael. Snapped like a twig. His best friend was gone and yet still here. All the memories, all the past, all the future, forever twisted, forever controlled. Here but not. Gone, but not. Corrupted, altered, different. He could see it now, see what would await him, see that he could never truly escape. Escape what? Escape where? No matter the distance, Sofia would be here. No matter the change, everything he always knew would be here. No, could it even be called escape anymore? You can’t escape the sun, you can’t really escape gravity, you escape life or death, they both just happen.

Just happen.

Suddenly, Michael began to laugh. It started out a chuckle, then grew and grew, before it was a full belly laughed, and it grew further, until it was the insane roaring laughter of a man broken apart. Michael’s psyche collapsed entirely.

Rape? Sure! Yeah, he loves it. Doesn’t it feel good? He remembers it felt great! Didn’t it? And he’s surrounded by such beautiful women! He even got to feel cute and be of use? Twisted insane euphoria flooded through him. Actually, hadn’t he been like this earlier? Hadn’t it been great? What were his thoughts then?

‘Why… did I ever try to resist at all? Isn’t this what I want? To live happily ever after with Sofia?’

At that moment, just as the final cracks and shatters spread through them, ‘Sofia’ took that moment to kiss him. Kiss him passionately, deeply, pulling him into her. Her hot Latino body pressed up against his, her breath panting, her very body radiating exactly what her desires were.

She pushed him down, having him fall on the asphalt below. It may be an open court… but who cares? It’s not like anyone but they were around and right now? Neither would care even if the whole world was watching.

A broken, insane man and his corrupted best friend fell to the ground. Already, she began to practically tear his clothes off.

Michael looked up, staring at Sofia like she was his goddess. He moved to help take off her own clothes, only to be bluntly and solidly pushed back down.

“Now now, just wait right there my lovely toy.”

Michael smiled, dopely, happily. Soon, his shirt was torn to shreds and his pants had been pulled off his body, roughly. But it didn’t stop there. He looked at the woman straddling him, at Sofia, who had already removed her shirt. He looked at her tanned skin and breasts, her beautiful body, her dark hair. He wanted nothing more than to be used by her. To serve her. His best friend.

“I love you.” He said, the words slipping out of his mouth, as tears began to form for some reason. His broken mind couldn’t figure out why. He thought they might be because he was just that happy.

‘Sofia’ looked down at him, grinning.

“I love you too Michael. You are mine.”

Quickly taking off her pants, ‘Sofia’ slammed her body down on top of Michael’s. His dick had already been erect from the moment he’d been pushed to the ground and now he let out a gasp. After so long, after so many years, he was with the woman he loved. Not just with her, but inside her, having sex with her, as she rode him. Isn’t this... what he always wanted?

He felt her legs wrap around him, her hands push down on his chest, as she began to practically piston herself on and off him. She was intense, more intense than he’d ever expected. But not more intense than he was used to by now. Even as she practically jackhammer him into the asphalt, as he felt his bones creak, as he felt her tighten around him, his body didn’t give out. It had gotten used to this level of torment and punishment.

Words came to his ears but they were different. They were demands.

“Tell me Michael, tell me. Admit it. Tell me you loved being raped and violated by me. Yell and scream it for all to hear!”

“I…” Michael’s mind froze and reformatted. Something was wrong with that statement, a part of him screamed. “Only you. I love being raped… only by you.”

For a split moment, ‘Sofia’ actually blushed. But she never lost her lewd grin.

“Tell me you want me inside you, that you’d prefer for me to fuck your ass.”

Again, something felt so incredibly wrong. Part of the shattered remnants of Michael were screaming at him. But what was left answered only how it could.

“I’m your bitch to fuck. Please, rape me. Ass, mouth, rape me!” Michael said with a smile, as the last remnants that screamed began to fade. Soon… Michael would be changed for good.

The speed increased, ‘Sofia’s’ lust taking over, nearly causing Michael’s bones to crack from the pure ferocity. He could feel the pleasure coursing through his body, mixing with his emotions, flooding into his brain, he would cum soon.

“You’re such a whore. MY whore.” Sofia said.

Michael moaned, loudly, feeling his body nearly become light at the words of praise. Yes, yes he was her whore. Her’s to fuck and use. Yes, YES!

Soon, Michael couldn’t contain himself anymore. With her legs wrapped around him, her body pushing him down, his dick being pushed in and out of her, he couldn’t stop himself and came. Sofia slowed down, moaning, as she felt his cum pour inside her. She smiled a shark like smile down at Michael.

“Naughty~ Who said you could cum yet?”

With those words, agonizingly, she began to rise and fall again. Before, a week or two ago, Michael would’ve been screaming, the sensitivity too much for him to bare. But he had been forged by four other women at this point. As Sofia rose off him and began to fuck him even faster than before, even harder, slamming down on top of him with all her weight, only whore like moans of pleasure escaped Michael’s mouth. His eyes rolled back into his head and at that moment, his face resembled that of someone who’s mind had been broken by pleasure. Michael, the man he once was, was gone. Now he was just ‘Sofia’s’ submissive little bitch boy. Her whore, her toy. To be used and even tossed away if she wanted. Nothing more. Nothing less.

And he loved it, wanted it, craved it, needed it. Unknown to him, his mind was being shattered and remolded around that one concept. ‘Sofia’ had been the last straw and now he was barely more than a slave. In most people’s eyes, he’d be even less than that.

Soon, he came again. And again. And again. Day turned to night and by some small miracle, no one saw them as they fucked on the basketball court near the college. By the time it was finally finished, when Michael had practically been drained dry and nearly passed out, as even Sofia lay exhausted on top of him, the stars were out. Michael stared up at them and for some reason… they had never looked more beautiful.

Soon though, Sofia rose, pulling herself up, slowly pulling his dick out of her.

“Come on. Time to go to your new home.”

“New home?” Michael said, shocked. He hadn’t… well… he no longer had the capacity to think ahead. The thought of not going back to his previous room came as a complete shock to him.

“Yup! Come on.” Saying that, Sofia pulled him up and took her to a car nearby. Waiting in the driver’s seat… was Yui. For a moment, Michael’s mind fell into a free fall panic, looking at how both women looked at him, with the same expression. Yui, but Sofia, others… then like a rubberband it snapped together. Right… all of them were one, one was all of them. He was Sofia’s… and Sofia was Yui, Beth, Calli, and Alice. All of them were Sofia. Of course.

He enjoyed the drive, short as it was. Wherever they were going apparently wasn’t far. As they stopped on a certain road and pulled up to a certain house, Michael gaped. The house… was in no way small.

Suddenly, he felt Sofia’s hand on his leg.

“Like it? This is where you’ll be living from now on my slut. Where I, all of me, will be living. You’ll be used, constantly, every single day. You’ll spend most of the rest of your life on your back but don’t worry, I’ll make sure to dress you up just for me.” Sofia said, rubbing the side of Michael’s face with one hand… and his dick with the other.

Michael felt overjoyed. “Yes!” He said with a smile.

“Goooood.” Sofia practically purred in his ear.

*****

The days began to pass. The home Michael was staying in was pretty big. It had to be, after all, with not five, but ‘seven’ people living in it. Well, seven bodies. As for Michael himself…

“Ahhh~” 

He was currently wearing nothing but black tape on his nipples and a chastity cage as ‘Sofia’ pounded his ass with a giant black strap-on. She slammed her body into his, penetrating him deeply. Michael’s dick tried to grow erect… only to fail, miserably. All the while, Sofia hadn’t stopped, not for a moment. After all, why would she?

And truthfully, Michael didn’t want her to. He was being fucked till he felt like he was melting. Shocks going up his body, eyes rolling into the back of his head, moans being pulled out of him, as his ass was ravished.

Soon, he felt himself orgasming, but that was never a reason for anything to stop.

Different events like these had happened over the past few days. Sofia seemed to want to make up for lost time, constantly raping, using, and fucking him. There was nothing slow or gentle in it, purely rough. Although ‘Sofia’, as Michael had started calling her regardless of what body she was using, was much calmer ‘now’, she also didn’t seem to want to do anything purely relaxing. No sitting on his face and slowly grinding, no ‘just’ watching him dance for her amusement, just pure raw sex.

During this time, the rest of Sofia’s bodies hadn’t been idle. No, in fact they’d been very, very busy. After all, time ‘working’ or ‘dealing with other stuff’ was less time they could spend with Michael. All of them, sadly, had lives and it was taking an annoyingly long time to get rid of all of that.

Still… today was different. With one final shivering orgasm, Michael collapsed forward onto the bed, utterly spent. Sofia also took that moment to stop, smiling wide.

“Such a good little bitch boy.” She whispered into Michael’s ear, causing him to shiver all over again.

She undid the strap on, leaving it inside him, as surprisingly, she left. Michael lay there, relaxing in bliss, when he felt the strap on be pulled out not too long after. He turned around, expecting to see Sofia, only to see-

“Yui?” He said, confused for a moment. It was still ‘Sofia’ but this was Yui’s body. All this time, he’d been having sex with Sofia, but now Yui was naked in front of him. It brought back memories, memories that were now tinted with rose colored glasses thick enough to kill an elephant.

“Hmm? Why are you surprised my little cum slut? It’s still me.” Yui said, before pushing him down and undoing the cage on his dick. It sprung out, as if seeking freedom, only to be buried in warm flesh not moments after.

Things began to change. After that. That moment of sex seemed to be a starting point.

*****

[Day 1]

Michael sat in a chair in a room of the house, sitting at a desk, wearing a school girl outfit. In front of him was Yui, giving a ‘lecture’ on how to be the best whore he could be, how to best service everyone of ‘Sofia’s’ bodies. If he made any noise at all, he was to stand and be spanked by a massive paddle Yui had at her side ten times.

The problem was… before he had sat down, Yui had forced a vibrator deep into his ass. It was constantly on, going at different strengths. He couldn’t help but let out a little moan and Yui frowned in mock disappointment. Michael smiled, embarrassed, as he got up.

His moans only grew as his ass was spanked hard, already growing red as a tomato. He was forced to sit back down, his ass sore, as the lecture continued.

*****

[Day 2]

Calli sat in front of a small table on the ground. She was wearing a Kimono. Standing with tea in his hands, so was Michael. His job was to pour the tea and serve it to Calli. The only thing was… the ‘tea’ had to be flavored. He masturbated with his hand, till finally, he came into Calli’s tea. She drank it near silently, only a slight smile on her face.

She had a second and third cup.

Later that same day, Michael was to prepare dinner the same way. Finally, he was to give Calli a bath… using his tongue to clean her whole body.

*****

[Day 3]

“Give me a B!

“Give me an I!”

“T!”

“C!”

“H!”

“What’s that spell?!” Michael called out, enthusiastically.

“Bitch!” Michael practically screamed out, wearing a cheerleader outfit, before doing the perfect splits.

Beth cheered and laughed, smiling, before ‘rewarding’ Michael by using his mouth as her own personal urinal. He greedily licked and lapped it up, overjoyed at the ‘reward’.

Beth had a large pitcher of lemonade next to her and was already guiding Michael to his next chant.

*****

[Day 4]

Michael, wearing nothing but a speedo and black X pasties, was on his knees, dutifully eating Alice out.

“Alright, stand up, ass in the air. Don’t move no matter what.” She said, before using the strap on Sofia had been particularly fond of for some reason.

Michael did so, staring out, without a thought in his mind. They had made a trip back to the facility, where ‘Sofia’ had upgraded her previous ‘brainwashing’ machine. Her insights into the mind helped her and now she could fully put Michael under. Right now, he was just a toy. Literally. He would do as he was told, without feeling or thinking. It was only after it wore off that it would all come rushing back to him.

Alice slammed herself into him, the sounds of the collision echoing out through the house.

*****

[Day 5]

Sofia……

Wanted to play basketball with him.

It was… strange. Stranger than anything else, even to Michael. But he was happy to. The words and insults were different, ranging from ‘You bitch ass cum slut’ to ‘You whore of a man.’ but… all they did was play basketball. For some reason… something inside Michael ached because of it, but he couldn’t figure out why.

That night, of course, Sofia rode him so hard it was like she couldn’t wait to fuck him. He wore no outfit, just pure nudity and just pure raw sex again.

*****

[Day 6]

Everyone was here. Michael woke up, alarmed. His body had been getting an extreme workout for… weeks? Now. To prevent him from falling apart, ‘Sofia’ had formed him to start doing a schedule, requiring him to eat certain things, drink lots and lots of liquid, and to bathe much more often than normal. That meant that normally, he would start a day off without any sex.

Today seemed to be special.

Not just Sofia… Yui, Calli, Beth, Alice… everyone was here. Naked. Smiling at him, as he lay there.

In unison, all five bodies, all of ‘Sofia’ talked at once.

“Michael. Today… you’re all mine.”

Michael barely began to smile, his heart just beginning to beat with excitement, before Sofia practically lunged at him, planting her drooling pussy deep onto his cock. He let out a short moan, short only because before he had barely begun to breathe, Beth was already there, grinding her pussy against his mouth.

The main areas already taken, begrudgingly, even though they were all the same person, Yui and Calli each took one of his hands, rapidly grinding against them, using them, forcing Michael’s fingers in and out of them. Alice though…

Alice grabbed his legs, and pulled. Even as two women were on top of him, Michael still felt himself dragged to the edge of the bed, legs dangling off. Soon, he felt them get lifted, even as Sofia bounced up and down his cock. Soon, he felt something that made him moan deeply into Beth’s pussy. Alice was fucking him in the ass. Every part of his body was being stimulated and used all at once. It had been moments but already, he felt like body and mind were going crazy. He came, and no one cared.

Seconds, became minutes. His face was drenched, his ass was aching, his dick was soaked and sore, and his hands were getting a work out. All in all, Michael truly felt like he had turned into a sex doll for a group, a harem, of women. Raped thoroughly. And yet, if anyone could see his face, they’d see how wide a smile he had.

And while none of the women could see it… the body of Beth could certainly feel it. Something seemed to just click in place, as a rhythm of sorts began between all of them. Sometimes they’d switch, trading places. Other times they’d switch it up, moving him into different positions.

Minutes became hours. And at some point, even Michael’s joy, submission, and resilience wasn’t enough. He passed out, thoroughly exhausted, body continually being used even in his sleep.

It was the happiest he’d ever felt. The best dreams he could ever have asked for.

He fell asleep that night not seeing how anything could ever be better.

*****

[Day 7]

Once again, Michael awoke… but he was alone this time. A bit strange, but not too much. His whole body was soar. Even moving was rough. But silently, achingly, he did. He got up and showered, cleaning himself thoroughly after last night. Such a great night. Just thinking about it already made him hard, wanting to be pounded again, put in his place, thrown down to the hard ground and fucked like the whore he was.

These thoughts had been growing even more common over time. Michael didn’t mind. In fact, Michael didn’t notice it at all. How his thoughts had been changing more and more.

Michael looked around the house, not exactly searching. He was confident he’d find or be found by ‘Sofia’ soon… only to be met by shock.

He was alone. There was no one in the house. None of the bodies of Sofia. Panic began to set in, as for the first time, Michael had to actually think about what he should do. Right before his mind began to have a melt down, he heard a voice behind him. A voice he recognized.

“Hello slut.” Said the voice.

He turned, only to not recognize the person. Not really. No, he’d seen her before. More than a few times but… he still didn’t know who she was. She was always there, the person that had taken over all of his friends. The woman who’d… taken over Sofia. Become Sofia. Become all of them.

She looked slightly plain, especially compared to all the other women in his life. For a brief, delirious moment, Michael wanted to ask “Who are you?” But that was a silly question. His next one wasn’t much better.

“...Sofia?”

The woman’s eyes sparked with malicious mirth.

“This body… it’s name doesn’t matter. You can just call me your Master. Now get on your knees.”

Michael did so. Sofia was still Sofia regardless of body. Soon, the moans of a woman could be heard and not long after, the moans of a man. Throughout the house spread a thick scent of sex, one that had already built up and showed no signs of going away.

They’d probably need to burn the bed and buy a new one.

Michael did his job though. He was a just a toy to be used and he was getting used quite a bit these days. Every day, in fact. This new body was just that, a new body to be used on.

*****

[Weeks later]

Michael was weak. He had always been weak. But he’d gotten weaker. Sadly, he had to be used less because of it. Now it was only every other day.

On his ‘days off’ it was almost like things were normal. Time had passed in this way, when something new changed. Master’s body was nearby, watching some netflix on T.V., while Michael was being used at her footrest. A certain show popped on, the characters in it currently getting married.

“Marriage huh…” He heard Master mumble, before looking down at him.

A new grin took over her face.

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