Ravaged By Reed Richards update

Reed’s fingers nestled in Sue’s hair, closing around the back of her head. He jerked her down right next to his burgeoning erection. She was nearly overpowered by the musk of his arousal. Reed smelled more masculine than he ever had before, or maybe Sue was just more sensitive. She tried, instinctively, to pull away from this further degradation, but Reed wouldn’t allow that.

“Don’t deny it,” he chided her. “Not even to yourself. Now suck. Suck my prick or I’ll beat you black and blue with it.”

Sue did as he told her. She licked his cock. She tongued all of it before moving to his balls, drawing each into her mouth and sucking on it, leaving it seething with her master’s gathering excitement. His erection thrummed with hardness. Its precum dripped on her cheek. Sue felt that stickiness on her face and wetness between her thighs.

“Down on your fucking back,” Reed told her, enunciating each word like he was sending it right to her cunt. “Get down on the fucking ground and spread your fucking legs.”

She sprawled out on her back and opened her legs. Reed put his hand back on her pussy and felt inside her with two fingers. They moved inside her, more of them rubbing against Sue’s engorged clit. She couldn’t control herself. She reached out and grabbed Reed’s prick and pulled him closer, pulled him on top of her.

“It’s not right, it’s not right,” she whimpered. “It’s not right but I have to have it. I have to have your big dick. God, Reed, you have to give it to me right now!”

Reed mounted her. He reached underneath her with both hands and grabbed her ample ass. When he lifted it up off the ground, her pussy spread wide open for him.

“Tell me who you belong to,” he said to her. “Tell me whose bitch you are. Tell me your ass is mine, because I’m going to do whatever I want with it.”

“Yes, Reed, yes,” Sue keened. “Yes—that’s right—you can do anything to me, anything you want—just fuck me—fuck me like you want to!”

“No, Sue,” he gently chided. “I’m going to fuck you like you want to.”

He moved in slowly, until his cock touched her labia, parted it, stretched it. Sue gasped, taking in his engorged cock. Then he thrust in hard, sliding himself all the way in, and Sue really learned what it was to take him: it was being taken by him.

And she liked it. She liked it more than ever before. She lifted up her legs and wrapped them around his hips. His cock seemed to be deeper inside her than it had ever gone.

Sue no longer cared how this had started, what it was. If it was rape or abuse or kinky or normal. All that mattered was the big prick inside her and how good it felt. She thrust her hips up off the ground while Reed brought himself down on her.

“That’s what I want,” she groaned. “Oh yes, Reed, give it to me! I want it! I want your big dick!”

He pumped his cock into her as fast as he could. Sue knew it wouldn’t be long before Reed came. He was excited. He was thrilled. And he saw no need to hold out when she was so close to coming herself. Sue gave in to the delicious rapture, rubbing her breasts up against his chest.

“Keep fucking me with that big cock, Reed,” she cooed. “Fuck me to death, just don’t stop!”

He thrust into her harder and harder; Sue felt her sweet ecstasy mounting with each stroke. Her belly was a wet sea. She forced herself to lift her ass higher, get more of his dick, come, come, come—

“I’m almost there, Reed!” she yelled. “You’re going to make it happen, make me do it! Fuck me, Reed! FUCK ME! YESSS!”

It happened so quickly that Sue was caught unaware, unprepared. All of a sudden she was being racked by the most delectable spasms imaginable. She kept hurling herself up into Reed’s body, grinding her flesh onto his until the last convulsion went through her and she was completely drained.

Reed kept pistoning into her with his dick. He treated her like what he’d called her, what she felt like: a cock holster. A wonderful, wonderful cock holster.

“Keep moving that sweet ass, bitch,” he barked at her. “I want you to keep taking this big dick! Don’t stop! Don’t stop, bitch! I’m not through with your little cunt yet, my filthy slut cum dumpster.”

Devoid of energy, drained of any feeling, she kept thrusting her snatch up onto his prick because it was what he wanted of her. Then she felt Reed’s cock swell. The first bloom of cum inside her.

“I’m going to shoot!” he groaned. “I’m going to fucking come right inside you! Open that pussy, bitch! Suck down all this fucking cum!”

Sue undulated her body as hard as she could, until she felt the eruption inside her, liquid fire on her gasoline arousal. He had a gallon of cum for her and it didn’t just fill her, it ran out the sides of her cunt and painted her thighs. Reed came for seemingly hours. When he stopped, it was because he wanted to stop. Sue would’ve let him keep fucking her for hours. She would’ve let him do whatever he wanted to her. Whenever he wanted. Forever.

And nothing changed, even as she caught her breath and the pleasure of the fuck faded into contentment. The most contentment she’d ever had from an orgasm.

If such a lengthy experience could be categorized as a single orgasm.

“You look like you approve, my dear,” Reed said, his voice normal again. But sounding so sweetly, so wonderfully like it had when she’d been his bitch. The same voice. The same man. The same ecstasy. “I take it from that smile on your face that we’re done play-acting?”

God, the understatement of the millennium… “Yes… we’re done, Reed…” Sue could hardly speak through her panting breaths, but her master had clearly expected a reply and it was hard to shake how rapturous it was to give into him. “I don’t think I can take anymore… you were right not to listen to me, Reed my darling… I think if it were up to me, I’d have you keep going until you’d bred me… and I went into labor…!”

Reed brushed a sweaty lock of hair from her damp forehead. “Hmmm… a fitting prospect… you remain unable to be accurately attuned to the proper fulfillment of your sexual needs. First you were too reluctant, now you’re overly eager.”

“So I’ve gone from prude to slut,” Sue giggled. “Who could’ve seen that coming?”

“It was a possibility accounted for in my initial hypothesis. There was never any reason that you’d be more aware of your subconscious urges after the experiment than before. You’ve only just been made cognizant of how pleasing the fulfillment of those urges is. You remain divorced from truly internalizing them.”

“I feel like I just internalized plenty.”

“No, you—ah, a witticism. Very clever, Susan. But if we can remain serious for a moment…”

“Yes, please be serious with the cocksleeve,” Sue teased.

“The algorithm I developed that predicted your subconscious fantasy would be particularly strong today is still an exceedingly precise model, as we’ve just witnessed. I would suggest keeping it running, with only myself having access to its output, which will serve to tell me when another such intensive relief session is called for.”

Sue blinked. “So… what you’re saying is… you wrote a math equation… that tells you when I’m going to come the hardest from being dominated… and you want to keep using it… to tell you when you should fuck me?”

Reed heaved a sigh. “Now, Susan, don’t make me caution you again about being reductive. There’s no reason to drastically alter our present sex life. If, at any time, you or I desire sexual activity, we can and should initiate it the same way we’ve always done. Variety, as they say, is the spice of life. By continuing a so-called ‘vanilla’ sexual relationship, these ‘nonconsensual’ encounters should retain and even amplify their sense of the taboo and concordant intensity, in contrast to our normal and quite pleasurable performances.”

“And let me guess… I won’t have access to this algorithm?”

“That would skew the data,” Reed said confidently. “As proven here today, the sequence is most effective when you are initially unaware of it, even unwilling on a surface level, although an intellect as adaptable as yours should rapidly grow enthused with the prospect.”

“I feel like being reductive, Reed,” Sue said, deadpan.

“Well, as we’re in private, I believe I could forgive you for restating a complicated proposition in a simplistic matter. For the sake of clarity, of course.”

“Of course.” Sue took a deep breath. “It sounds like, basically, you’re going to get a text from some machine you’ve set up—“

“That would be an unobtrusive way of handling the communicative aspect of it, yes.”

“And it’s going to tell you I need to be fucked—which I’m not consciously aware of—so wherever I am, whatever I’m doing, you’re just going to come up to me and fuck me.”

“With respect to social mores, of course. We can’t allow this new facet of our relationship to reflect poorly on us or our work.”

“So you’d get me alone—“

“Gag you, potentially,” Reed interrupted. “You did prove to be quite loud just now.”

“And then you’ll fuck me.” Sue took another deep breath. “While you slap my ass… while you tell me what a whore I am… doing whatever you like to me… even sodomizing me, forcing me to go down on you, making me lick my own juices off of your cock…”

“Should I be writing any of this down?” Reed asked.

Sue was breathless by now. She’d gone too long without inhaling. Now she sucked in breath. “Did you mean it? When you said we could still initiate our normal sexual activity?”

Reed smiled in unthinking disbelief. “Yes, Sue, of course. I would never be less than accurate, especially in a discussion of our relationship, you know how important—“

“Fuck me. Fuck me now. Yes! Rape me!”

“Sue, darling, it can hardly be rape if you’re so unequivocally consenting and indeed inviting—“

“NOW, REED!”

Reed sighed as he dutifully stretched his erection to a properly pleasing degree. “I should’ve accounted for this. Not enough stimulation in the first round of experimentation to account for all the psychosexual desires in evidence. I’ll have to be more thorough with the subject.”

“REEEEEEED!” Sue whined, holding her cunt open, nearly hyperventilating as she saw Reed’s projecting cock and also saw that it wasn’t moving towards her, taking care of her need.

“Or hope that getting her laid takes the edge off,” Reed muttered. He could only hope that the addition of the danger of discovery, in whatever place the course of events selected for their next such ‘unwilling’ coupling, was sufficient to satiate Sue’s urges.

Reed, of all people, knew the danger of one spreading themselves too thin.