The Unholy Whale Ch. 07

"Being a whore is an easy way for a girl like me to get ahead, Master. Like, sleeping with a rich guy to get treated to a nice dinner or some nice clothes, or fucking someone hot to get some self validation. I once offered one of my professors a BJ because I thought it could get me better grades." She replied with much disinterest. She was finally free to check out her admirable new body in the mirror again.

"Yeah, that checks out, I guess." Master nodded. "Hey! Pay attention to me instead of the mirror!"

Emily shifted her full attention to Master. It was very important to pay attention to him. He looked sad. She became very aware of the clothes that he wore and also that she was in turn standing naked in front of her Master. "He was going to pay her for this later, right?" Master looked straight at her while she studied him. She saw how his lower lip trembled slightly before he interrupted her thoughts by speaking. She paid her full attention to his every word.

"So please tell me, Emily. Why did you sleep with me and fool me into loving you only to cheat on me and dump me? I loved you for fuck's sake!"

"Ugh, loved?" She thought, revolted. "They had gone on like a few dates and had sex twice. He was not a very good lay either! She was so tired of running into 'nice guys' like her Master, unable to differentiate between casual dating and being in a steady relationship." However, she digressed. Master had asked her a question that demanded her full attention. This time he had not stated that he expected a reply from her, but she understood that expecting an answer was implicit when a question was asked. Emily therefore instinctively recognized that it was of highest importance for her to answer her Master's question. Though she could not fathom why she felt that way, she knew that her entire being in that moment solely existed to provide Master an answer to his question. However, what was troubling to her was that Emily could not remember that she had received payment or any other sort of benefit from dating and sleeping with her Master. But she must've been doing it for some reason that was beneficial to her. Once again, she was a whore, not a slut, right?

"I... errrr...?" She got out, stalling for time while she was stressing out over how to properly respond.

"Save it!" Master suddenly snapped, his response quick and angry. "It's because you are a cruel bitch that enjoys toying with people's emotions and love for you! Isn't it?!"

His words planted themselves straight into her soul. She looked back at her memories of the dates with Master, remembering how she had been constantly judging him. "Who the fuck took a girl like her to a goddamn burger joint for a date?!" She finally understood everything! Snickering to herself, she vaguely saw how the reflection of her ideal face's plump dicksucking lips curved into a wicked smile while she paid her full attention to her Master.

"Yes, that is right, Master. I enjoyed torturing you emotionally. I'm a whore, yes. But I also love to make people fall in love with me and then toy with their emotions." She stared intently at Master, in the same way a predator would eye its prey. While she studied her Master, Emily noticed that he, for a short moment, seemed taken aback by Emily's simple affirmation of her fundamental nature; it was no secret that she was a cruel bitch that enjoyed toying with other people's feeling. And Master had been an excellent toy. She expected the pathetic loser nerd to start crying or something, but to her surprise he instead began to chuckle quietly to himself.

"I... needed to... hear you admit that, Em. Even if the reason you said it is because of..." He finally said, his voice sounding strangely calm. "Holy fuck! I feel like I'm lighter or something!" He drew close to her and grabbed one of her perfect tits hard, twisting it.

"Ow! Ouch! Hey Master, hands off the merchandise! If a loser like you wants to touch these, you better be prepared to compensate a girl properly, if you get what I'm saying?" Emily squirmed while he was harassing her. She figured perhaps she could pump her sucker Master out of his money and ideally trample all over his feelings again.

"Uh-huh, of course." Master dismissed her while absentmindedly bouncing her bodacious breasts up and down with his hands. She was powerless to stop him. "These hooters must've cost a girl like you a fortune, right? Plastic surgery to turn the body of a ratty student such as yourself into that of an Asian bimbo sex bomb's can't have been cheap. Makes sense you want a return on your investment."

She nodded, doing her best to stand her ground. A whore like her needed to get paid for the expensive operations she had gone through. Though she couldn't deny that her tits felt good when Master played with them roughly like that. Her perfect breasts were perfectly sensitive, leaking wonderful milk with every slap her Master gave them.

"Well, you see. The problem for you in this case is supply and demand, Em." Master laughed as he ceased playing with her twins and stepped away from her. Suddenly, like appearing out of thin air, two girls appeared to either side of him! The two Asian girls wore clothes that left almost nothing to imagination and as soon as they appeared before Emily, she could not help but greatly admire their perfect bodies. They clung with great need to Master, their enormous breasts bounced up and down hypnotically, their beautiful Asian faces pressing up against him. They both had the ideal body Emily had always wished for!

"I already have a slutty little sister who cares only for her brother's happiness."

"Onii-chan onegai~, remember to introduce me to your other girls as your imouto, not just your sister!" The perfect girl responded with an artificially cute voice while she pressed herself against Master.

"And a degenerate ninja whore that is my obedient sex slave."

"Master... I-I beg of you to present your servant in a less s-shameful manner..." The ninja's trembling voice and body betrayed her words as she pressed up against Master. Her entire being dripped with lust at being called a degenerate whore.

"Who the fuck were these bitches and how come they looked so happy pressing up against that nerd? He should be lucky getting an offer to pay Emily for more emotional torture, not have such a smug fucking grin on his face!" Emily thought, confused and angry.

"Oh, naturally you are very jealous of both of them." Master told her.

Of course, she was jealous of those two sluts! How many operations had those ugly skanks even required before they could look close to the ideal body all three of them had now?! Probably several more than what Emily had needed! Plus, they seemed to be stupid as fuck, considering they clung to a nerd loser who would not even compensate Emily for the expensive operations she had gone through! Fucking bitches devaluing the price of sex! And they probably didn't even understand the joys of emotionally torturing people in love with you. It should be Emily clinging to her Master like that, not those two dumb hoes!

"Tell me what you are thinking."

She did.

"So, you uhhh... I get that you are jealous of these two. Is that because they make me happy?" Master asked while the two skanky bitches were still busy pressing themselves against him, whispering things to him, shamelessly begging for his cock and attention.

"I ummm... Yeah! That's right!"

"Does that mean you want to be my girlfriend again, Emily?"'

"Well, I mean, you were never really my boyfriend, we were just dating. But I guess I want to step all over your pathetic feelings again like I did before. That's probably why I feel jealous now, Master!"

"Huh? No, that's wrong. We were definitely boyfriend-girlfriend."

She had been his girlfriend. What she had just said made no sense at all. How could she mistakenly have thought they were not an exclusive couple just because they had only gone on a few dates together?

"Uh-huh. Well, you shouldn't waste your time with those fake-ass bitches, Master. I'll even give you a discount, if you get over here right now and fuck me. Besides, who knows, perhaps this time you can make a loving and loyal girlfriend out of this cruel whore?" She added the last part because she figured a nerd with no social skills like him would fall for it. Fat chance of that happening!

"Hey Onii-chan! She's so rude! Kimochi warui! Mesu bitchi!" The cutsey bitch wearing some porno schoolgirl costume or whatever chirped while she pointed exaggeratedly at Emily.

"Yeah, my ex-girlfriend used to be a real bitch, didn't she Jenny?" Master agreed while he groped the saccharine tramp's fake-ass breasts. He then looked straight at Emily. "Well, I find your stuck-up behavior and condescending attitude kind of weird though, Em. I mean, considering you are and have always been madly in love with me."

For a brief second, she felt as though a sledgehammer hit her head. Then, she realized what Master had just said was absolutely true! She loved him more than anything else! She had always loved him! That must be why she did not care about getting paid when it came to making love to her Master, even though she was a whore! But then why had she toyed with his emotions and dumped him? It must be because it was undeniably in her nature to be such a cruel bitch... She just couldn't help it! She felt her heart sink just thinking about it. She was destined to be miserable, to hurt the person she loved so much!

"You desperately need me. Only being with me gives you any meaning, Emily." Master added while Emily was trying to reconcile with her new understanding of her feelings for her ex-boyfriend.

As soon as she heard his words, everything she felt concerning her Master kicked into overdrive! Emily fell on her knees, sobbing uncontrollably on the floor. She needed to be with Master! Being in proximity to him was the only thing that gave her meaning! But at the same time she was a cruel bitch that enjoyed toying with her Master's emotions and his love. "She just couldn't stop herself from behaving in a way that would hurt her true love!" She realized, crying on the floor of her Master's living room.

The two annoying bitches were suddenly gone. Master approached her while she remained sitting naked on the floor, unable to stop sobbing. He knelt down beside her, grabbed her chin and lifted her face to make her look at him. Just his touch sent sparks flying in her brain! It was like fireworks! Emily felt so goddamn good to be with him, to be touched by him! Yet another part of her desperately started to plot out some scheme to turn this act of kindness from her ex-boyfriend into something that would hurt him later. She hated that she was unable to stop thinking of him in that way!

"What's wrong, Emily?"

"I-it's just... I love you so much, Master. But I'm a cruel bitch that needs to hurt you. It's just my nature! I f-feel so goddamn bad!" She cried, wrapping her arms weakly around her Master's neck.

Master hugged her back, a gentle hug while she cried and sobbed into his chest. After sitting like that for a while, her completely naked dream body pushed tightly up against her love, her Master spoke. His voice sounded warm and comforting to Emily.

"Shhh, don't cry... Even a cruel bitch like you can change if you try really hard. Don't you think so too?"

His deep voice and wise words hit Emily's heart. Perhaps there was hope for her? She could change for the better. Become someone worthy of her Master's love!

"I... Thank you!! I'll do my best to be worthy of you and your love, Master!" She stopped crying as she embraced him tighter, pressing the flawless body she was so proud of even closer to her true love.

"You may move freely again, Emily." Master mumbled when he fell backwards on the floor with Emily on top of him. As she laid on top of Master, she felt his hard dick push up through his pants against her body. A strong need welled up inside of her; her whore body wished to feel her Master's love and desire. The bad and cruel part of her immediately began to work, to plan something that would cause Master suffering if she gave in to him and his sex now, but she was able to focus and dispel those thoughts! She would no longer be an evil bitch! Her Master had confidence in her and she knew she could be better! For his sake!

She gave Master a deep and passionate kiss while she unbuckled his pants. She grabbed at his dick, so glad that her Master was as well-endowed as he was. Just kissing him and feeling his strong dick caressed in her soft hands was enough for Emily to completely lose herself to her passion. Her perfect breasts began to leak milk onto her Master's chest while her tongue swirled with his, the warm sensation she felt emanating from her breasts while lactating made her feel even more close to Master--even more in love with him! Her body yearned, her pussy was completely soaked, hungry to be filled. While still kissing her Master, breathing his wonderful scent, Emily began to slowly ease his dick inside of herself. To use her perfect body for the pleasure of men was her purpose as a whore. But to give her body to her Master was what gave her life meaning.

Just the tip of his penis entering her was enough for her to explode with pleasure, an orgasm stronger than anything she had ever felt, ravaged her body. She lost all control when she felt her Master's strong hands grab her hips and slowly press her further and further down onto him. She was in absolute paradise, unable to think, unable to function, unable to find any meaning except for the hard dick that filled the void in her useless whore life! She threw her body backwards while she blissfully rode on top of Master, her breasts flopping up and down in a perfectly unrealistic manner, spraying the warm milk she was proud to produce everywhere. She would be content to stay like that forever, gazing lovingly at her Master, the man that she had vowed to change herself for as he filled her void. But Master suddenly spoke, his voice strained from the pleasure her sinful pussy and body gave him.

"When I snap my fingers, all of the truths that you have accepted from when you woke up today will no longer be true, Emily. This statement will be void if I snap my fingers two times."

"Master said such weird things sometimes." Emily thought while she looked at him with absolute devotion. Then he snapped his fingers.

Emily's pussy was wetter than she had ever experienced, riding atop her Master! Though, she could barely see him underneath the gigantic tits that flopped around at her every movement.

"What the fuck is going on?!" She moaned, her body weak and exhausted from several orgasms.

"You are enjoying yourself, you cheating whore!" Master grunted as he grabbed her hips and pushed her down hard on his dick.

"Ahhhh~!" Emily moaned; her body felt so goddamn good! She was enjoying herself, just as Master had said! She was such a cheating whore! Her boyfriend would go mad if he knew what she did behind his back! But her body? What was this?! Why was the hair that fell in front of her eyes black? Whose were the giant breasts and why did they lactate? Were her breasts this big and milky because she was pregnant? "P-please! I don't... understand!" She attempted to get up but Master's hand on her hips stopped her.

"You want to get up? You may." Master said as he released his grip.

For a moment, she considered continuing to ride him, she felt so incredibly good to cheat on her boyfriend! But she came to her senses and stood up on weak legs. The floor around where they had had sex was a mess of the milk her new breasts had sprayed everywhere. She looked into the mirror and saw a goddamn cartoon character look back at her. She vaguely remembered that she had admired herself in that mirror earlier. Then... she had admitted that she was a whore, and became jealous at other women who looked like her and then finally had fallen in absolute love with her Master. "Wait, Master?" On top of everything else, why the fuck could she not think of this creep as anything other than her Master?

"Master... What the hell have you done to me?" She spoke calmly while she attempted to lunge at the man laying on the ground beneath her. She found that she was unable to.

Master just yawned, ignoring her, and then he sat up on the floor. He was still displaying his hard penis to her. "She enjoyed herself so much riding it, being such a cheating whore..." Emily thought, but did her hardest to dismiss any further thoughts.

"You goddamn psycho. I'm leaving." She got out in a quiet and polite tone. She wanted to shout at him! To scream for help! But it was impossible for her to use more than a courteous tone when speaking with Master. Anything else could cause him discomfort.

When she turned around, ready to leave, she heard the snapping of fingers twice.

Emily immediately turned and fell to her knees next to Master, prostrating herself. Her breasts squeezed tightly against the floor, spilling out to either side of her wonderful, Asian-made body.

"M-master I don't know what just happened! I beg of you, please forgive me!!" She cried desperately at his side.

"Remember the evil and bitchy side of you that you need to fight? You gave in to that side and let it loose. You need to be stronger, Emily. Now sit up, you bitch!" Master hissed while she remained groveling beneath him on the floor.

Emily did as ordered, gazing with reverence at her reason for existence while she raised herself from the floor. She nodded in agreement at what he had said, full of shame--just like everything Master said to her, it was all true! She had given in to her evil side and needed to be stronger. Much stronger! Just when she was about to apologize for her latest lapse in judgment, for her useless willpower and her lack of worth, Master's hands lashed out for her and he wrapped his fingers around her throat.

Emily remained calm, fully accepting what her Master did to her. When his strong fingers dug into her throat and squeezed, it hurt. She could not breathe well and her eyes began tearing. But Emily felt good that it hurt. She deserved to suffer, to be punished by her Master for all of the cruel things she had done, and still wanted to do, to him and to others like him.

"You love this feeling. It turns you on. A lot." Master growled while he squeezed harder, squeezing the life out of his ex-girlfriend.

Emily still felt hurt from how his strong and masculine fingers dug into her neck but it was a good kind of hurt. When Master tensed his grip around her a warmth emanated from his punishing embrace. The warmth spread tingles all over her body and she shuddered from pleasure, struggling to draw breath. She loved how her Master choked her, how he made her feel more and more dizzy, how he made every ragged attempt to still breathe an impossible struggle. It was such an irresistible feeling! Emily pulled at her flawless breasts and massaged her nipples, every squirt of milk from out of them shone like a rainbow to the slowly asphyxiating girl.

Master tightened his grip even harder, and Emily's worthless cunt tightened in response. Her throat and body burned, but her pussy burned ever more! "She loved this feeling; it turned her on. A lot." It repeated like mantra in her head. Emily could not breathe, and her body cramped in response, as she came yet again. Her hungry whore pussy's craving did not stop, but tingled and ached for even more the longer Master gripped her. "Finally this cruel whore would do something to make her mother proud..." Emily's every thought was of pleasing Master, giving herself to Him completely, offering Him her very life. Her existence was nothing but pure pleasure just before she was about to faint.