Heaven Hath No Wrath Pt. 02

She had to ask three more times, including several whimpered please's, before his hand was finally rubbing her cunt. Cindy groaned happily, humping herself against it, then giggled at her propensity for setting out to do something simple and having it lead to her giving out blowjobs or getting fingered on the beach.

She was super close to getting off when Eric finally came over and with a glance dismissed the boys. Cindy whined as her pussy was once more frustratingly empty.

The afternoon passed slowly. Cindy asked occasionally if it was time to fuck her yet. She tried not to be pesky, waiting as long as she could between requests. (She'd tried counting to a thousand between asking, but she was so eager she kept counting by 100's. And that was hard! The numbers got big so fast!)

Eric seemed to just want to relax – which for him, strangely, didn't involve fucking her – and she soon just did her best to arouse his interest. She did stretches, splashed around in the shallow water, touched herself frequently, stayed a few feet in front of him while they walked down the beach so he could watch her ass. A few times he grabbed her waist and pulled her up against him, a few times kissed her – but that was it. It felt good, but she needed to cum again like she did earlier.

Thinking was no longer her strong suit, but for a prize like getting fucked again, she would try her best. What would push him over the edge and get his cock in her? She thought about how he'd had her go to work and behave like a little whore, the show she'd given everyone on the drive out and at the gas station, letting those boys feel her up...

Realizing he enjoyed showing off his little trophy fuck toy gave her new ideas. As the sun moved towards the horizon, she tried one plan after another. She went to the concessions stand and got them both ice cream, except "oopsie! I forgot my money!" soon turned into her letting the guy running the stand suck on her tits as payment. (His beard tickled, but she didn't complain.) She joined some men playing volleyball and watched them throw the game as they lost themselves ogling her. She gave a lot of consoling hugs after making them miss the ball, and before long it was common practice to give her friendly pats on the ass – as teammates, of course. She saw a girl around her own age sitting by herself reading who kept looking up to check her out while they played; after the game, Cindy walked over and pushed the book out of the way and kissed her full on the lips. They made out for ten minutes before Cindy finally went back to see if Eric wanted to fuck the two of them together. He said he didn't, but she should have her fun if she wanted. But the girl had run off. And either way, it would be pointless. She needed that pleasure that only he could give her.

As the sun set and Eric drove them back home, Cindy was beside herself with desperation. She wasn't even horny any more – well, she was, but it was so much more intense that it should be a whole other word. Ever since that mind-blowing orgasm this morning, getting another one had increasingly become all she could think about, but nothing else would do. She'd had small, regular orgasms, but it was like giving a starving woman a goldfish cracker. It was nice, but she needed something more substantial. And she knew only Eric and his wonderful, glorious cock could give it to her.

She barely realized when they got home; he had to open her car door for her and lead her in by the hand. He took her in and gently set her down in his lap. There weren't any complaints when she shed the skimpy bikini, long since tired of having to wear clothes, and curled up naked against his chest, nuzzling her cheek against him despondently.

Eric finally seemed to take notice. "Now don't get excited – I'm just asking out of curiosity, OK. But... do you still want to have sex?"

Her heart started racing. He might as well have said "now don't get worked up, but you just won the lottery" or "good news, the president died and he left you America in his will." Her pussy clenched and unclenched just at the thought of his cock. "Yes. Yes, I super duper want to have sex." She nodded, being careful not to move much. He seemed to be enjoying the cuddling.

"How bad do you want it?"

She tried to find the words, but she'd never wanted anything so badly before. Besides, most of the things my old self wanted were stupid. Getting a college degree never made me cum even once! "Like, it's the thing I want more than anything in the world. This morning... that was the best I've ever felt in my whole life."

Eric smiled. "Yeah, I figured. So suppose I wanted to make you earn it. What would you give me for it?"

"For fucking me?" She thought, and couldn't think of anything else that had ever made her as happy. "I dunno. You want my car? My apartment? It's not, like, mine, but you could use it for whatever. All my stuff? I could give you my bank thingy and you could have all my money, if you want. It's not much, but I could make more. Or–"

He held up a hand to silence her. "All right, so everything you have basically. Right, but what if I wanted more? What would you do for it?"

"Oh gosh, anything! Like, I saw how you liked watching me today, so like, I could do stuff like that. Let people touch me, or I could suck their cocks or fuck them or whatever you want me to do. I could definitely be a stripper, for sure – remember I told you that creepy guy who gave me his business card once and made an offer?"

He smiled. "I remember."

"Yeah! And like, I'd do that, or star in porn if you wanted, or both, and I could give you all the money and everything if that'd make you wanna fuck me." She started kissing his neck, thinking about what she would be willing to do for him. Then instead she thought about what she wouldn't do for him if he'd just fuck her. And there was nothing. And she told him.

Then, suddenly, Cindy was herself again.

The realization took a moment; she was still incredibly horny, though then she realized she was no longer psychotically obsessed with her friend's dick. She was still naked and on his lap, and quickly removed herself.

"Feel free to get dressed. Plenty of clothes here that should fit you; when I sent you to go shopping yesterday, I'd thought you'd just pick up a few things... should've been more specific."

She found a pair of short shorts and a tank top that weren't too bad and put them on. "You don't have to avert your eyes, you know. Not like you haven't been seeing me basically naked all day." She seated herself on the couch, facing him, and folded her arms defiantly across her chest. "So what the hell gives? Why turn me into a nymphomaniac slut obsessed with your cock, parade me around like the queen slut of the world, then not have sex with me?" she demanded.

"Well, you didn't make it easy, that's for sure."

"Yeah, making things easy is more your thing."

"Pun. Nice," he chuckled, but only barely. "Well, to your question... I'm still just showing you your options is all."

"What? Why in the fuck would you ever think I would choose to be turned into some exhibitionist bimbo?!"

"So yesterday, you got to see what it'd be like not to have your own thoughts, just to instinctively make me happy."

She sighed. "I know, I was there. Believe me, I remember."

"Yeah. Well, today was about letting you still have thoughts and feelings, but having those feelings gravitate into a direction that would please me." He raised a hand to forestall another accusation. "Now I know, I know, it's a limited range. But it's pretty honest, at least, isn't it? If I'm going to make you a fuck toy, at least you were what pretty much anybody thinks about when they think 'fuck toy.'

"Gee thanks, you're the most honest slaver I've ever met."

"Hey now. Think back to this morning. Is there really no benefit?"

She blushed, remembering her screeching, howling, thrashing orgasm, by a thousand miles the greatest pleasure she'd ever felt in her entire life, and didn't answer. Eric continued. "Right. So yesterday, I made you into a sex toy who only thought about making me happy; today, similar thing, but you only thought about making yourself happy. I just happen to be the thing that makes you happiest. And in return, you get to act out every sexual fantasy you ever had, and have the best time in your life doing it."

"Act out my... you've got to be kidding me. I was acting out your fantasies, Eric."

He shook his head. "Cindy, we both know you like attention. Blame me if you want, but you've always liked flaunting it. You've just been too afraid of what people will say. Remember last Halloween, you did that slutty witch thing? Or how every time you go to a club, you go to one out of town so no one will recognize you and dress – I believe this is a quote – 'as skanky as the law allows'?"

She frowned. "Well, OK, but..."

"We don't need to argue it. Pretend you don't like it if you want, but either way, if you pick this option, that's what you'll get."

Her next question was in a small voice. "Do you have to make me so... vapid? Smart girls can be just as sexy too."

He shrugged. "It helps me remember you're not... you. If I thought of you as you, I wouldn't..."

She sensed his weakness exposed and tried to exploit it before the moment passed. "Wouldn't want to turn a woman you love into some worthless stupid disposable sex object?"

He stiffened a moment, looking down at his lap, remaining quiet long enough that Cindy began to wonder if she might have actually persuaded him. Then he looked up, and that steely determined look was back. "Well, I can't have what I really wanted, so I opted for a consolation prize."

Damn. Still, maybe... "Fine. But if you insist on making me a moron, can you at least let me be a little choosier? Maybe it wouldn't seem so bad if I at least didn't let anybody who wants to fuck me have a taste. At least if I'm going to be Little Cindy Sucksalot, let me have some standards."

He considered, then nodded. "I can do that."

The room was silent for a moment as she composed herself. She only had one more day before it would all be over. She remembered how the alternative personalities thought of her – yesterday as some pointless ne'er-do-well, and today as some unimaginably frigid prude. Just a collection of memories they could use to help them fuck Eric. They had her memories, but associated them with another person, a life that wasn't theirs. And it wasn't. After tomorrow, she'd have to make a choice, and then her life as she'd known it would be over. Of the choices she'd been presented with, she couldn't imagine picking either. If it was just the two, would she rather be an obedient toy, or a whorish dimwit?

Eric let her work through her thoughts patiently, and then she finally spoke her thoughts. "So... two last things."

"Shoot." He gestured for her to proceed.

"First: can you tell me what to expect tomorrow?" She was almost afraid to ask, afraid she'd be up all night dreading it. Would tomorrow be a dominatrix? A robot? A fetished super-heroine? But then she could as easily be up all night dreading what she didn't know, too.

He thought a moment before responding. "Well, I don't want to spoil the surprise, but I promise you, tomorrow you're going to be much more yourself."

"More myself?" she probed, but he wouldn't elaborate except to nod in confirmation. "Well, maybe that won't be so bad."

"Maybe. We'll see." His tone was neutral. "You said there were two things."

Cindy nodded. This one was harder.

"I want you to fuck her."

Eric sat up like she'd slapped him. "You want what?"

She stood and walked over to him, then squatted down at his feet. "You tortured that poor girl. You made her out-of-her-mind with lust for you, jump through hoops to please you, and then you just... ditched her."

"So you're saying you want me to... you...?"

For a guy who's taking a woman as his sex slave, he sure has a hard time saying the word "sex." "No. Not me. I couldn't... not after the past couple days. Not that the sex hasn't been amazing – something you sure made certain of today – but...You were my best friend, Eric. Your friendship meant the world to me. Then you..." She shook it off. No point throwing a tantrum. "But you should do it for her."

"'For her?' She's not real, Cindy. She's a personality I molded for you, no more real than the part played by an actress."

"Well she's part of me now. I still remember her, her desperation, her simple, incredibly stupid desire for you, and she's still in there. A part of me that remembers the greatest pleasure I've ever known. And we deserve to get it." He hesitated. "Do it, Eric. If you ever cared about me."

Her vision cleared, and she found herself in one of her favorite places – kneeling in front of Eric. "Time to get fucked, hon."

Cindyslut beamed. From somewhere deep inside, Cindy the woman smiled a little too.