The Beckham Centre

"You don't trust me, Ona. I've known that for some time now. You don't give yourself to me totally when we make love anymore. You hold back, and you resist giving all to me. How can I trust you? Who were you making copies of my files for? The police? Your lawyer? Who?"

Trying desperately to save my life, to hold onto me and what I was, I recalled the day Davis and I had first made love. Then, projecting all that hope, want and desire into my voice, I said, "I wanted a copy to view in private, so I could masturbate and pretend it was me you were doing those things to."

Getting to my knees, I crawled to my husband, "Davis, my love, my world. We hardly ever make love with that much passion anymore. Won't you release me from the bots and make love to me as only you know how?"

For the briefest of moments, I saw the naked longing in Davis' eyes and hoped he believed me.

He crushed my hopes the very next second, "Nice try, Ona. But I call 'bullshit'. Now, my love," Davis sneered. "Pull your dress above your hips and pull your knickers down. Then, turn and present your ass to me. I'm going to fuck the one hole you have that I've never before been in."

Looking for something to stab the asshole I called husband with, I snarled, "I'll cut your dick off before I let you stick it in..."

OMFG, reader! I've never had a migraine before, but from the descriptions, I had the worst one ever! I swear, it felt like David Beckham was using my brain as a football. My head swam, and my eyes blurred as I tried with all my might to fight the nanobots.

Eventually, the pain became so great that I lifted my skirt, pulled my knickers down, spread my ass cheeks and offered my rosebud to Davis. The worst thing was that heat flared in my nether regions when I did, and I became more aroused than I'd ever felt before. My lips parted, and an unbidden groan of want and desire poured from my mouth.

Letting some spit dribble onto my ass, Davis spoke, "You will enjoy this, Ona. From now on, unless I say differently, you will need something in your ass to cum. Also, you'll need to cum at least twice an hour while you're awake. If you haven't cum twice in any one hour, you will get Isabella, Julia, or Yvonne to fist fuck your ass until you orgasm."

Despite everything I did to resist, as soon as I felt Davis' cock entering my ass, I began orgasming. Weeping tears of frustration, I came numerous times as Davis viciously sawed his cock inside my virgin ass. After Davis finished cumming in my badly abused rectum, he made me finger myself to orgasm as I sucked his cock clean.

"I'm going to enjoy using you with the others, Ona, Davis told me. "The four of you will spend many enjoyable times fucking each other, me, and any clients or benefactors I wish you to service. But I think Ona needs to disappear, as I don't want people to know or suspect I'm using my wife's sexual charms to procure investors for my clinic.

Hmm, what's an appropriate name for you?"

I'm sorry, reader, but I said and did nothing throughout this exchange, as every time I tried to force my mind to react negatively, the pain returned threefold. My sudden subjugation worsened because when I allowed myself to think positively about Davis, my body was suffused with warm feelings of pleasure and joy. When I did what Davis wanted, my clit tingled, and my pussy felt wet and warm.

In the end, I was so horny that I got back on my knees and begged the arsehole I'd married to fuck me in my rear passage again. Then, OMG, did I orgasm hard when Davis shoved his cock in my ass! I can't lie to you, readers, but the orgasms I've had since my husband activated the nanobots are the greatest I've ever had.

I knew I had to quickly find a way out because if I didn't, I'd come to want this subjugation. I'd want to be Davis's sex slave and do whatever was necessary to continue experiencing these mind-blowing orgasmic events. My soul wept because I knew it was probably already too late.

After cumming in my ass a second time, Davis made me strip bare and lie on my back at his feet. Then, resting one booted foot between my breasts and the other on my pubis, Davis mused, "Where was I? Oh, yes, an appropriate name for you, hmmm."

Davis pretended to think for a time as the slight pain from his boots raised my arousal again, and then he said, "Charlotte the Harlot! That's perfect for you, don't you think, Ona? It's perfect because that's what you are now, 'Charlotte, my dusky, anal-loving, Harlot'."

Unwisely, I tried to reject this name, but then the pain in my mind flared viciously, and I found myself nodding my agreement that Charlotte the Harlot was perfect. As soon as I agreed, my arousal grew as tendrils of pure pleasure danced across my nipples and clitoris

"Can't be calling you Charlotte the Harlot in public, though, can we?" Davis said, amused with himself. "So I'll name you Charlotte Webb, but Ona, you will answer to Charlotte Webb, but hear Charlotte the Harlot. And every time you hear your new name, you'll remember who you were and what I've made you. Then, you'll get horny and want to thank me by sucking my cock for making you a harlot."

'Like fuck I will,' I tried to think.

But it was hopeless. As soon as that negative thought entered my mind, my mind exploded with pain. But, as soon as I convinced myself that I liked my new name, my pussy throbbed, and my nipples ached to be played with.

Earlier, as I prepared myself to help Davis, I'd researched as much about pain and how people reacted to it as I could. I needed to understand why some people can live perfectly normal lives despite suffering injuries that crippled others. But, unfortunately, I never could discover a coherent reason for the different reactions. It seemed some people had greater pain tolerance than others, and that was all there was to it.

But, there was one recurring piece of the puzzle that I understood. People abhor pain and live for pleasure. The average person will go to almost any length to avoid physical or emotional hurt. But, at the same time, they will do or give up just about anything to feel that endorphin rush of pure unadulterated pleasure.

Chapter 04: Becoming Charlotte.

I knew that was what Davis' bots were doing to Isabella, Julia, Yvonne, and me. If we disobeyed, the bots caused us pain, and our minds encouraged us to do whatever was necessary to stop the pain. But if we did what Davis' wanted exactly, the bots stimulated our pleasure centres. The problem was, if this pain/pleasure cycle continued, we'd become addicted to the endorphin rush.

I believed that since Isabella had been trapped by the bots for over six months, she was probably a lost cause. More than likely, Isabella was now a slave to her body's endorphin addiction, and she would resent and fight any attempt to remove her drug.

I didn't consider Julia because she appeared to be a willing accomplice. So that left me with Yvonne. Could I somehow enlist her help to escape the trap we'd been so deftly caught in? Would it be possible for me to help her and for her to help me without setting off the pain bots? I didn't know, but I had to try.

However, at the moment, there was nothing I could do. In fact, as I lay there under my bastard of a husband's booted heels, all I could think of was my need to cum. Unwittingly, my mouth opened, and I groaned with desire. Then, desperate to feel something to make me orgasm, I shifted upwards so Davis' boot heel pressed against my clitoris, then thrust up at it.

The sharp edge of Davis' boot scraped over my clit, and this tiny amount of pain rocketed me off the edge into orgasmic bliss. Writhing against the heel, I grabbed my husband's booted foot and began humping it as orgasm after orgasm blasted through me.

Finally, the bots released me, and I sank onto the floor, exhausted.

Davis stood to look down at me, "You got my boot dirty, Charlotte, and your secretions cover almost the whole heel. So first, you will lick my boots clean, both of them, then you will beg me to ass fuck you again."

Oh, Gawd, reader, I couldn't stop myself! The bots even knew that I wept in my despair and decided that wasn't acceptable, so they prodded my emotions to joy by zapping my pain centres until I stopped crying and chose to embrace my humiliation.

Then, immediately after I made myself enjoy licking Davis' boots, waves of pleasure soared through my whole being, and I found myself begging my husband to "stick your magnificent cock in my harlot's ass, baby, please."

I enjoyed him doing that so much that I came hard enough to pass out on the floor.

Some hours later, I woke cold and naked where Davis had left me. Struggling to my feet, I staggered to our bedroom, only to find Davis fucking Isabella in the ass as Isabella munched on Julia's pussy.

"Come in, Charlotte," Davis said, waving his hand to summon me over. "Get in between Isabella's knees and lick my balls and cock as I fuck her."

There was a brief moment of pain as my subconscious tried to rebel, but my conscious mind demanded I do as I was told and enjoy it to stop any more hurt. So, eagerly, I climbed onto the bed, rolled onto my back and slid up between Isabella's voluptuous thighs. Lawd help me, but because I knew Davis would be pleased, I stopped momentarily to tongue Isabella's clitoris and labia before sucking one of Davis' balls into my mouth.

Feeling my tongue on his shaven balls, Davis lost control and burst semen into Isabella's ass. But he wasn't satisfied he had degraded me enough because he instructed into the remote, "Isabella, lie on your stomach and push your ass into the air, and then reach behind you and spread your ass cheeks. Charlotte, you will felch my semen out of her ass and swallow it all."

Standing so he could watch me complete this disgusting act, Davis added, "Julia, you will suck my cock clean of all of my and Isabella's juices. Then you will share a cum kiss with Charlotte."

Davis spent the night forcing Julia, Isabella and me to do more and more debased and disgusting things. It seemed he wanted to revel in our subjugation and test how depraved his bots could make us act. He must have been satisfied with the results, though, because, come the morning, we hadn't refused to do anything he asked.

I will tell you the worst that Davis made us do. First, I lay there, let Isabella and Julia pee in my mouth, and happily drank it all. Then, I rolled onto my stomach and pushed my ass into the air as Isabella inserted her whole hand into my pussy, and Julia did the same with my ass.

I not only let Davis fuck my ass as Julia tongued his butt and Isabella rubbed her pussy on my face, I also enjoyed it. I came so hard and often that night that it was like every other sexual coupling I'd ever had paled into insignificance. It seemed that all I now lived for was for my husband to use his two sluts to degrade me further.

A spark of what I was still whispered deep in my mind, though. "Where was Yvonne?" It asked. "If his bots worked as well as expected, why were only the three of us there?"

My despair was complete the next morning when I walked naked into the kitchen and found Yvonne on her knees, sucking my husband's dick. I felt all resistance collapsing as my pussy throbbed to the view instead of me feeling anger as I should have. Instead, with that little voice fleeing wailing, I eagerly dropped beside Yvonne and competed with her to be the first to receive Davis' morning load. Lawd, help me, but I even felt proud when Davis came in my mouth, not hers!

Once the bastard who was my husband finished degrading me, he told me to shower, get changed into my work attire, do my makeup, and then meet him in the office. Eager to please, I did as instructed and soon presented myself to him. As I'd been obeying an instruction, the pleasure bots stoked and fed my pleasure centres. Therefore, by the time I knelt in front of Davis, my clitoris throbbed with desire, and my knickers were soaked.

Glancing at the wall clock, I realised nearly an hour had passed since I'd woken and sucked my husband off. Although I'd had many minor orgasmic spasms as I blew him, I hadn't cum even once. Davis had instructed that I 'cum at least twice every hour', and the hour was almost up. So, desire raged through me, and my head began to pound as the bots alternately stroked my pleasure centres into cumming, and prodded my pain centres for disobeying.

Gasping, I pleaded, "I have to cum, Davis. Help me, please."

Instead, Davis yelled, "Isabella, come here, please."

When Isabella entered the room, Davis said, "Charlotte needs fisting to an orgasm. Do her ass over the desk as I watch, please."

Turning to me, he said, "Bend over and place your tits on the desk, then pull your skirt up and pull your knickers aside. Then, Isabella will take care of one of your required two orgasms."

Somehow, I managed to groan, "Lube," before complying.

Shrugging non-committedly, Davis replied, "What do I care how much it hurts you? I want you to learn to love pain with your sex, so we may as well get started now."

Then, relenting, he said, "Isabella, keep offering your hand to Charlotte so she can use her mouth to keep it moist. Do not force your hand into Charlotte unless it's slippery, wet and not dragging."

By now, I was so horny and desperate for relief that I eagerly sucked four fingers of Isabella's hand into my mouth and let my saliva pour over them. Isabella inserted her middle finger into my rosebud as I moaned appreciatively. Then, finding my knot still gaped from the previous night, Isabella added a second and third finger. It felt so good I pushed my ass back at her hand, so Isabelle slid her pinkie inside me as well.

My ass was at its most stretched, and I felt so full that I couldn't see how Isabella could get any more in me. But she knew what she was doing because Isabella began slowly rotating her fingers in my ass. Then, pulling her fingers out, she would offer her hand for me to coat with saliva again before pushing it back in.

Slowly and gently, Isabella forced her fingers apart, stretching my ring wider. Then, she pulled her hand out and squeezed her hand into as narrow a width as possible. Allowing me to make her hand wet, she added her thumb, and Isabella slid her whole hand down to her last knuckles into my gaping rosebud.

Even though I was writhing and moaning with pleasure, I feared what was happening next. My poor ass felt stretched to tearing, but Isabella's fist wasn't inside me yet, so I knew more was coming.

Pulling her hand out again, Isabella forced almost her whole fist into my mouth so I could wet it, and then she slid it into my ass. When her knuckles hit my knot this time, she didn't stop. Pushing firmly, Isabella forced my ass' sphincter apart, and her hand slid down to her wrist inside me. Then Isabella closed her hand into a fist and began thrusting it inside my ass.

OMFG, reader, what an intensely erotic feeling! As Isabella pulled back, my ring stretched deliciously, and I felt I would explode with orgasm when her fist popped out through my knot. Then she'd push back in, and I felt so deeply penetrated I thought my brain would implode from the feeling.

I no longer cared that I was being forced to do this because I wanted Isabella to fist-fuck me into orgasmic heaven. Starting low, my scream peeled higher and higher until I was screeching like a banshee, "Fuck me, Issie. Fuck me with your beautiful fist. Fuck my ass until I cream over your fingers."

I was only peripherally aware that Julia and Yvonne had walked into the office. Even when Julia knelt and sucked my husband's cock, and Yvonne lowered her pussy onto my mouth, I continued to scream and orgasm as I was fist-fucked for the first time.

The other women finally left, and I was left alone with Davis, still bent over the desk.

"You make a great slut, Charlotte," my 'darling' husband told me. "I'll have you munching pussy and sucking cock like a two-dollar whore in absolutely no time. The problem is a lot of our clients will want to see and talk with Ona, and what will I tell them? I can't very well say, 'Oh, this slut on her knees sucking your cock is Ona, the world-famous dancer and miniaturising scientist, as well as Charlotte the Harlot', now can I? So, what do I do?"

Davis considered his options as I felt the bots running my mind beginning to insist I get off again because I'd only cum once this hour. But I hadn't been asked to contribute, so I didn't offer an answer.

Tapping his lips thoughtfully, the monster I'd married said, "This will work." Then he picked up the remote and, holding down a button, added, "Charlotte, when you're at the clinic during work hours, you will be Ona, except you will still obey every word and direction from me as if you are Charlotte. You will be unable to mention anything, in any way, about what I have turned you into. And, you will act, react and be exactly the same as you did when you were happy to be my wife and doing your tasks. Am I clear?"

The bots gave me no choice but to nod my head and agree. The fucking things even rewarded me with my needed second orgasm when I did.

Chapter 05: Moving to Brisbane.

Davis had cut the four of us away from our friends and family and made us all live together in his inner-Melbourne house. But the other three women had families that wanted and expected to see them regularly, and rumours began to fly. Even secluded to work and the house, we all started hearing guesses about what happened at our home and establishment.

Perhaps Davis had been too blatant, too often, about using one of us in public. Or, maybe, rumour and innuendo swirled around us simply because we were rich and famous. But, whatever the reason, Melbourne became too hot for Davis to risk continuing his mind control research there.

Sidney seemed the logical place for him to move us, but he chose Brisbane instead. I have no idea why, but I think he thought Queensland was more naïve and trusting of appearances than Melbourne or Sidney.

Before we moved, one last twist forcibly reminded me how deeply subjugated I was. My sister, Ina, called and said she was bringing our mother and father to visit.

Davis flew into a rage and demanded to know if I'd somehow sent her a message. With a simple command into his remote, Davis elicited all my computer passwords from me before searching through all of my emails and social media pages for the message.

Even though he didn't find anything untoward, Davis punished my 'infidelity' by giving me two conflicting instructions. The first was the ongoing instruction to cum at least twice during every waking hour. But then he added, "You will not be able to cum unless my cock is in one of your holes." Then, lastly, he refused to fuck any of my holes.

Within hours, I was climbing the walls, frustrated by my need to cum. The pain of not having obeyed instructions burnt my already overloaded synapses. But, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get myself off, and neither Julia, Isabella, nor Yvonne could get me there.

In the end, my mind saved me by virtually shutting down. As I only 'needed to cum' if I was awake and because I couldn't cum when I was awake, my brain turned me practically catatonic, and I slept through most days. However, a virtually catatonic research scientist isn't much use. So, after seven days of torture, Davis relented and removed my 'need to cum twice every hour' instruction.

Reader, to understand how desperate things had become, you need to know I was so grateful that the pain had ended that I knelt before Davis and begged to suck him off. But, instead, to show his domination of me, the degenerate I married, dry fucked my poor abused ass. Then he forced me to suck his possibly shit-covered dick until he came on my face. But even his doing that wasn't the worst. The worst was how hard I orgasmed as he fucked my ass and that I even gushed pussy juices as I felt his cum splashing on my face.