Untitled Short Story Part 5

PoV Insane Delusional Devil

What did she say?

That she wanted to lose this magnificent wonder of human civilization?

The epitome of the human cock?

This God-given blessing?

No, she could not have said something so stupid that I would snap at whoever said it.

Of course, she didn't.

My mind quickly replayed the moment again, and I heard it again.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

My mind refused to think that she said that.

I had a very good memory. I could remember everything about this goddess. It filed these things away into permanent memory automatically. It was for long-term storage, and I looked into my memory slowly and deliberately, like I did not normally do.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

I kept thinking back, and that perfect voice said something that should never have been said.

No, she could not have. I must be wrong. L- Let me think more clearly. Dig into my memory again. I had to. It must have been something different.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

No.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

NO!

It did not happen!

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

Why?!

WHY?! 

Why would my goddess say something so blasphemous? 

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

“But I plan on having it surgically removed.” That perfect voice said.

NO!

It can never happen!

She said it, but it must never happen! 

This Goddess is mine, and I must remove her ability even to think such a blasphemous thought. I looked at her, and I licked my lips. “I-” I paused for a moment, and I felt my anger rising with the very thought that she ever would even THINK of getting rid of this cock.

It was massive and perfect for me, and I own her.

She was mine, and she has belonged to me for years now!

For four years, I did not know about this cock, and I owned her!

No, no, remember, I just became her owner. I needed to remember that! I can't lose my cool like I did as a kid. I can't lose control. I needed to breathe. She said something stupid and insane, and people lie. Yes, it was a lie meant to piss me off. But I must make this aspiring Succubus remember never to joke with her owner like this again.

I found myself turning, and I regained control, no longer caring. I was not prepared for everything, but I was prepared for these flimsy clothes. I was not going to release such an insane goddess to potentially hurt herself. This requires DIRECT intervention and persuasion. Good thing I was looking forward to doing such, and I was no longer going to stall.

“W- What are you doing?” My Goddess said, her voice quivering.

“Fixing your head,” I replied bluntly.

“W—What?” My goddess replied in a beautiful bell-like voice. The very sound made me wet, and I opened a drawer to find the perfect set of scissors meant to cut through clothing like it was nothing.

“You are clearly sick in the head, and I must make you realize the magnificence of this gift to humanity,” I told my goddess the truth—the truth that she seemed not ready for. As I walked back over with the scissors, she looked at the scissors in my hand and looked at me, shocked.

“What are you going to do?” her perfect voice asked shocked.

“Cutting off these useless clothes in the way. I am going to start and no longer play nicely,” I told her. 

“W- What?” The goddess said, sounding worried with her perfect voice, but her cock was bobbing up and down like a bat getting ready to swing at a baseball. I could tell it agreed with me. The only person on board was her head, which needed fixing.

“I told you, Goddess,” I said bluntly, “by the time I am done with you tonight, this cock is going to become more important than your family. Only I will occupy a larger spot. Your priorities in life will become, Me, your cock, then sports and life. You will no longer be able to choose the top two things in your life. You will worship and listen to me first, then you will treasure this magnificent with all your being.”

“You're insane?”

“No, I am diagnosed with Perfectionism, obsessive-convulsive disorder and hypersexuality. Or at least that is what my psychiatrist said in our last meeting.” I replied as I walked up to her with those thick scissors. I looked into my goddess’s eyes and saw the mix of emotions in them, and I grinned. “Don't worry, I already have a change of clothing for you,” I told her with a grin, leaving her confused. “I have been developing a wardrobe for you to wear for me in the future,” I told her. I saw her face and chuckled. “I just told you I'm obsessive-compulsive!” I told her with a grin, “When I want to do something, I have to do it to the best! I need to ensure it is done properly; otherwise, I, uh,” I felt my face heat and did not want to continue. “Let's just make sure that I get it done properly.”

“B- but,” my goddess seemed lost, but I did not care. Her brain was not working properly if she was thinking that her cock was something to be rid of. RIDICULOUS! I just learned about its existence and understood what an amazing thing this specimen is. She must learn properly, so I grabbed her shirt, which I realized I had never even registered the color, and I took the scissors to it. 

My Goddess gasped and said something, but I no longer cared. I cut down the center, revealing those perfect eight-pack abs that her cock now pressed up into and onto her breasts as it curved to one side. I loved that curve already, and it was throbbing visibly! This thing was grotesque and amazing. It was a real uterus puncher!

I only thought you could get dildos this size.

I thought I was going to regret getting so obsessed with Dildo masturbation, but now I am pleasantly surprised. It seemed that this goddess was just meant to be my property and to be corrected by me. I was going to ensure stupid thoughts never entered her head in the future. That was what her owner did, after all.

As her master, I will correct her stupid thoughts and put her on the best track.

I grinned as I finished cutting off her shirt and moved down, removing her shoes, which she easily helped me take off by cooperating. This goddess wanted me to correct her. Her actions all showed that she understood that she was crazy and was asking her new master to correct her horrible, batshit crazy thinking. 

I am such a good master.

Now, how should I go from here? 

In all my fantasies, she was a pure woman…

I can only find myself happy to start to change those fantasies for both genitals.

Goddess, Your screams will become the thing I fall asleep to for the rest of my life!

I should record this!

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PoV The Broken-Headed Goddess

This insane Devil said nothing. Absolutely nothing and just stared at me with dangerous-looking red eyes. Then she turned away and started to move about before looking at me with those dangerous red eyes. I felt my skin tingle and my cock throb each time she stopped to stare at me, and I shivered. 

Is it bad that, at this moment, I wanted her kisses the most?

Is it bad that no matter how insane she is, I want her to kiss me more and more?

This woman was crazy, right?

That dangerous look never left, as she was clearly fighting something in her gaze. She started to breathe heavier and heavier, and I did not know what to do. There was nothing I could do. I did not know who made this, but it was extremely durable to the point of fault. It did not budge or move in the slightest, and I watched my cute, insane captor move around, struggling with herself.

“I-” The Devil was about to say something, and I could see her looking at me with anger. That was enough to make it feel like my skin burned, and I loved it.

That fiery look felt so good!

Im crazy.

Im crazy.

Oh god, what is happening to me?

Someone drugged me, right?

Have I ingested something recently?

No, No, I have not, and my coach strictly regulates my food.

Oh, he could save me, right?

No, today was a day off. Oh, God! It's Friday, and I took the weekend off!

There was the Subway thing!

YES THE SUBWAY THING!

I needed to bring it up to her. I needed to go to it, right?

But why did my heart want to stay here?

Oh god, I am going crazy! 

What do I want?!

The Devil was now taking slow, measured breaths in front of me, and I shivered as she turned to look at me again with those dangerous eyes. I had no idea what she was thinking, but ever since I told her my plans, everything had changed from fun in her eyes to something dark and sinister.

And I loved it.

GOD DAMNNIT HEAD!

No, it was scary!

This was scary!

This girl was insane!

And insanely hot!

FUCK! What is wrong with me?

My cock was throbbing as she looked at me, and I wanted to whimper at my own thoughts.

It was a battle within myself to just keep myself from begging her to kiss me again. 

God, I missed her lips!

The pleasure, the universe destroying pleasure.

It was like a breath of fresh air to me.

What was I thinking about?

This hot girl in front of me who seemed to be battling with something?

This Goddess is mine, and I must remove her ability even to think such a blasphemous thought. I looked at her, and I licked my lips. “I-” I paused for a moment, and I felt my anger rising with the very thought that she ever would even THINK of getting rid of this cock.

Suddenly, it was like the hot girl-

NO. The Insane cute devil in front of me decided something, and I watched her turn and walk away to a dresser not far away against a wall.

“W- What are you doing?” I asked, my voice quivering for no reason.

Absolutely no reason, I swear.

“Fixing your head,” The insanely hot devil replied without a care.

“W—What?” The question left my mouth before I even knew it.

I watched as she opened a drawer. After looking through it for a second, she pulled out scissors that made me twitch as I saw them. 

What were those for?!

“You are clearly sick in the head, and I must make you realize the magnificence of this gift to humanity,” The Devil then suddenly replied as she walked back with those massive scissors, and I shivered as she stepped up to me.

“What are you going to do?” I asked the cute, insane Devil.

“Cutting off these useless clothes in the way. I am going to start and no longer play nicely,” The delusional insane devil replied like it was normal.

What about when I leave?

Was I going to leave?

Oh god, she was going to kill me!

WHY DID MY COCK THROB AT THAT THOUGHT!

No, No, No, No, I am just worn out. I am just crazy! This is all a dream.  

“W- What?” I asked as my cock throbbed with my last thoughts, my head becoming more and more of a mess.

“I told you, Goddess,” The Devil said bluntly, “by the time I am done with you tonight, this cock is going to become more important than your family. Only I will occupy a larger spot. Your priorities in life will become, Me, your cock, then sports and life. You will no longer be able to choose the top two things in your life. You will worship and listen to me first, then you will treasure this magnificent with all your being.”

Thats insane!

“You're insane?”

Yet, that sounded so nice. Letting things fall to the side and enjoying myself.

Oh god, that was just the thought. I was so tired. 

I practiced the same movement week after week. The thought of not having to think and just letting someone else tell me what to do—well, as long as it was not related to gymnastics or school—sounded like the most pleasurable thing in my life.

I wanted it; I wanted it so badly.

“No, I am diagnosed with Perfectionism, obsessive-convulsive disorder, and hypersexuality. Or at least that is what my psychiatrist said in our last meeting.” The Devil replied, and I was stunned.

What did that mean? Was she actually insane?

No obsessive-compulsive disorder meant a lot of things, but Hypersexual?

What did that have to do with it?

The Cute Devil smiled, and I shivered at the malicious intent behind that smile, “Don't worry, I already have a change of clothing for you.”

What?

How?

“I have been developing a wardrobe for you to wear for me in the future,” The insane Devil told me. 

I just talked to her for the first time today, right?

Yeah, I wanted to hear her response then, all of this.

Why did she have clothes for me?

The insane devil chuckled as she responded, “I just told you I'm obsessive-compulsive!” her grin turned manic. “When I want to do something, I have to do it to the best! I need to ensure it is done properly; otherwise, I, uh,” The devil did not finish and blushed in embarrassment for the first time since this all started, and for some reason, that worried me more than anything. “Let's just make sure that I get it done properly.” The Crazy Devil closed the subject.

“B- but,” I stuttered out and got my bearing, “I need to go to the subway! I have a shooting, and I need to go to shoot a commercial!” I exclaimed, trying to get control of the situation, but the crazy devil just grabbed my shirt, no longer caring what I was talking about. She brought those scissors down on my shirt, and they easily cut through the fabric like nothing was on it. “I NEED TO GO TO MY COMMERCIAL SHOOT!” I yelled, trying to get her attention, pleading.

Two seconds later, my shirt was cut down to the center, and my breasts and abs were visible to the crazy devil. 

My cock was throbbing, and she looked me up and down, and I did not know what to say to get her attention. She was looking at my throbbing cock, and I asked, “C- Can you hear me? Please, I- I need to go to my shoot!”

Then she smiled as she moved to the arms of my shirt, and I whimpered, knowing she was not listening, and my cock throbbed. 

God, what was wrong with me?! 

WHY DID I LOVE HER IGNORING ME?

I am crazy!

I AM CRAZY!

Please, at least kiss me!

My lips are dying for your love!

“PLEASE KISS ME GOD DAMN IT! FUCK THE SHOOT, KISS ME AND MAKE ME FORGET THIS WORLD!:” I cried out, and she inspected her work. She finished stripping off my shirt and tossing it to the side. 

Oh god, she did not care what I said anymore.

Was this going to happen?

What was going to happen?

My cock was throbbing in anticipation of what was going to happen.

DAMNNIT!

What was wrong with me?

My cock was throbbing, and this crazy devil was inspecting me like a piece of meat, deciding what she should do to me.

Oh god, it was turning me on. I thrust my breasts out, and my pussy gushed with how hot that look was. My cock was throbbing, and her gaze was hot as she seemed to decide everything on her own. I knew it no longer mattered, no matter what I said.

Things were going to go down, and I was going to end up defiled.

I should hate this, right?

But why!?

WHY!?

WHY DID I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!?