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"How do you know that name?" I asked, backing further into the bathroom as John blocked the door. There was no way I could overpower him in my current state. My small frame was no match for his toned, muscular body. Even as he stepped into the room, I found my eyes drifting up and down his form. I was already losing control.
He didn't speak until he closed the space between us. "I came up with the name."
Before I could respond, his hand was moving between my legs. There was on opening to run out through the door, but he made contact as my escape plan faded from my mind. I was in trouble. The tell-tale signs were already there; heart racing, face flushing, legs growing weaker with every passing second. I was putty in his hands and powerless to stop him from playing with me. As his hand rested on my panties, I could feel my pussy reacting to him against my wishes.
"It wasn't easy, setting all of this up." John spoke calmly, his fingers gently teasing me. "You owed me big, but there was only one way to ensure they never found you. You had to become somebody else."
My reply was shaky, but undeniably dripping with arousal. "Not this... W-why Katie?"
"Let's continue this in the bedroom." John smiled, retrieving his hand from between my legs and taking my hand. I followed him without a word of protest, until we were in the guest room, my room up until I slept with John. "Now I know how much you crave my cock, so let me do the talking."
As soon as his zip was down and his cock was exposed, I was transfixed. I lay down on the bed, my eyes trained intently on his hardening dick. And try as I might to stop myself, Katie was in control once again. She parted her lips, practically drooling until her tongue finally made contact with the focus of her desires. I was made to hungrily suck and lick and pleasure him, all the while trying my hardest to ignore the pleasure it gave me.
"Turning you into my perfect woman cost me a considerable amount." John explained. "So much so that I couldn't pay off your debt to the loan sharks. So instead, I used up the last of my savings to ensure 'Katie' would be the perfect girlfriend. And now... the loan sharks think you're dead."
He went on about creating a new identity for me, both with forged documents and mental manipulation. I was now Katie Reed; a recent college grad who moved in with her boyfriend. I had a new birth certificate, driver's license, even a new job as a waitress lined up for me. And through his entire explanation, I was bobbing my head up and down his cock like a mindless slut, my pussy dripping wet with an ache that was driving me insane. My need for answers was now contending with my need to beg John to fuck my brains out. The fight was short lived, as I quickly realised I had stopped listening entirely to what John was saying.
It was only when John stepped away, forcing my mouth to release his cock, that I lost all control of myself. "Please fuck me, John!"
He smiled, though stayed where he was. No words were spoken, but I knew he wanted more from me. I was his submissive little slut and we both knew it, so there was no point holding back. I sat up on the bed and began to take off my bra for him, making sure to smile and plead with my eyes. Knowing that he had stolen everything from me should have been a bigger deal for me, but nothing else mattered right now. My bra hit the floor, allowing the cool air to harden my nipples even more so than they were before. Next, I wiggled my hips and slipped my panties down past my legs, making no effort to hide the dark patch of material that was once covering my arousal.
"Please, John!" I begged, pouting my lips. "Fuck me like the horny slut you made me!"
That was enough. I could see his cock was rock hard and just as desperate for sex as I was. With a dominating push, I was laying on my back, just seconds before his cock pressed against my pussy. My arousal allowed him easy passage and we were both moaning as he picked up the pace. The memories of Yesterday were no longer being surpressed in my mind and I knew immediately that this was something else entirely. John had broken me, completely. Every shred of the man I once was were buried deep in the back of my mind, allowing Katie to flourish.
Almost ten minutes later, John thrust deep inside of me and I felt the familiar sensation of his warm cum shooting inside of me. The sensation, while somewhat shocking without any warning, served as a clear reminder. There was no other way to say it. I was his eager slut.
