New Entry For The Backer Driven Story “The Breaking of Lady Luna”

You can find the new entry below the break or read the story in its current entirety HERE.

Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: This is a normal sized entry at about 5,000 words. Like the rest of this story the entry leans HEAVY into misogyny kink, pheromone-based mind control, and has a dash of mind breaking in it.

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Betty gritted her teeth as she stared at the “triumphant hunter” back from his “big game hunt.” Her fists were clenched so tight she worried her nails were digging into her palms hard enough to draw blood. The pain centered her, helping her deal with how powerless she was. Helped her deal with the awful stink coming at her in waves from the monster she served. The pain helped her think about how thankful she was to standing halfway across the club instead of lying where poor Sugar was.

“Like that,” the man moaned contentedly. He was sprawled out on the VIP bench, lounging on it like he was a monarch on his royal divan. Sugar was lying beside him, her head in his lap so she could suck him off. His dick had been in poor Sugar’s mouth nearly every minute since the bastard had returned from his “hunt”.

He’d been gone long enough that Betty had started to hope that the superheroine Lady Luna had found a way to defeat the villain. She’d started to wonder what would happen then. How long would the lingering stink of the supervillain hold its thrall over her and the others? It was soaked into the fucking walls of the Beaver Den. She had the horrible sense that none of them would be able to leave till that gross lingering odor went away, something she feared might never happen.

But if Lady Luna had defeated him… Maybe with her help they could be torn away from the command not to leave the strip club. As she imagined the superheroine saving them all there had been a short time when Betty would have been willing to forgive the woman. It was her fault he’d come to Drucker County, he’d made that clear. But if she saved them? Then MAYBE she could forgive her for all they’d had to endure.

It didn’t take long after he returned for Betty to decide she’d never be able to forgive the piece of shit “heroine” even if she DID one day defeat the monster and save them. NOTHING could make up for what they were all being made to endure. Besides, she was certain there would never be an escape. No one was coming who could save them. She’d accepted that and now she just wanted to see Lady Luna suffer the way they were suffering.

No, she thought, clenching her fists tighter, I want to see her suffer WORSE. Suffer worse than we have, especially worse than poor Sugar has.

 He’d returned half-mad, nearly kicking down the door into the Beaver then grabbing poor Sugar practically before the addle-minded stripper knew he was there. He’d forced the scrawny blond to her knees and rammed his cock in her mouth before she had a chance to object.

The rest of them had pulled away as far as they dared. He seemed to be enraged, leaving them all afraid his hunt had gone badly and they were going to be made to suffer because of that. Had Lady Luna defeated him somehow? No… That couldn’t be it, he wouldn’t be back if that was the case. Maybe they’d fought and she hadn’t defeated him but it had come to a draw. Maybe he was enraged because she’d gotten away? There was no way to tell, all they knew was that he seemed angry and intent on taking out his frustration by savaging poor Sugar’s face and throat.

It didn’t take long for things to start to make sense. They’d all suffered through remaining in his pheromone-soaked stink for long enough to start to notice the monster pumped out more pheromones as he neared climax. All of them could feel when he was getting close, feel it and fear what the extra burst of pheromones he’d kick out when he got off did to them.

They’d never seen him rocket so quickly to climax. He wasn’t angry, Betty thought as she remembered his return. He was sexually frustrated and in need of release to a degree no normal man could be. He came fast and hard, the pheromone burst hitting them all hard enough to bring them to their knees.

By the time Betty had recovered enough to stand back up he’d gone to the VIP corner where he was lounging on his “throne”. He’d dragged Sugar along after him and yanked her into his lap, getting his vile member back in her mouth as soon as humanly possible.

Looking around Betty had seen how the others were all dazed by the forced orgasms. But what they’d gone through was nothing compared to what poor Sugar had suffered when he’d cum down her throat. Betty had seen that cumming in a woman affect them badly and that the more he came in a woman the worst she got. But this? This was something new. Something worse.

Poor Sugar looked like someone had lobotomized her. Her eyes were crossed and she looked barely conscious as the man held her head and pumped it lazily up and down his shaft. She was awake, but it was like her mind had been flicked off and she needed his hands to remind her how to suck cock.

Once he’d gotten her going he’d been able to let go of her, like she’d been a lawnmower that had needed to a harsh yank to get started. Once her “engine” was started she seemed able to continue on instinct, sloppily and loudly sucking him off to completion.

That had led to another pheromone burst that caused them all to suffer through more traumatic forced orgasms. After recovering Betty saw that poor Sugar had gone through something worse. What little light had been left in her crossed eyes was gone. Like the last load of his cum had melted her mind and there was nothing left but moaning, drooling animal instinct.

It had only gotten worse since then. He’d been lounging there for at least an hour if not more, contentedly letting poor Sugar work his cock with her mouth while he happily rambled.

Betty wanted to look away from Sugar but she couldn’t. The disgusting, reeking smell of the man was too overpowering, too enthralling, and too centered on his dick. She had a clear sense that the longer they spent soaking in his pheromones the more addicted to them they became. With him in the room with them it was near impossible NOT to look at him unless he told them to look away, and when you looked at him your eyes were further pulled towards his dick if it was exposed.

It was like his stink was rewriting their inner wiring. The more time they spent around him inhaling his pheromones the more they needed more of them. Along with the addiction came an understanding on an instinctual level that his pheromones emanated most strongly from his dick. You HAD to look at him and once you were looking at him your eyes would be drawn to his dick. It was a draw that was stronger if he was hard and even stronger if he was receiving sexual pleasure.

Betty didn’t want to look at his dick. She didn’t want to feel the terrible things looking at it made her feel, didn’t want the DESIRES it made her feel.

So instead of looking at his evil dick she looked at Sugar, watched her sloppily and noisily sucking and slurping on his cock. She watched poor Sugar’s head bobbing up and down. Watched her lightless, crossed eyes. Watched the strings of saliva leak from her mouth and drip off his shaft. Watched the terrible sight of her reaching down to touch herself, her hand moving as though she’d forgotten how to control it but unable to keep from playing with herself as she sucked off the monster. Even from where she stood she could see that Sugar was so turned on and wet it looked like she’d wet herself.

It was terrible watching poor Sugar, but it was better than the things staring directly at his dick made her think, feel, and want. So she stared. She stared at poor Sugar, waiting for him to build to another climax and wondering what pumping another load of pheromone-soaked cum into her gullet would do to her. She already looked like her brain had been melted to goop and there was nothing left of her.

She’s looked a bit like that before, Betty thought, but it’s never been this bad. In the past, when he was gone or using one of the other girls, she got better. No… No, she MOSTLY got better. But he’s never used her for so long and cum in her so many times. What will happen after THIS? Will her mind EVER recover?

With the likely answers being far too dark for her to want to think about Betty turned her attention away from the sea of despair she was sinking into and tried to shift her focus to the evil man’s horrible ramblings. Perhaps she’d be able to listen longer this time before she lost what little hope she had and turned her attention back to poor Sugar.

He’d begun monologuing not long after he’d made himself comfortable on the VIP bench. Betty was left with the impression that he’d been too worked-up and mad with sexual frustrations and lust to speak until he’d gotten off. It was an impression he basically confirmed once he got started rambling.

“My libido is impossible to ignore, but I can control it for a time,” he’d explained in a tone that made it clear he was talking for his own benefit and didn’t really care if any of them were listening. “I want to take things slow with my prey, with that sexy wolf mutt. Break her little by little. Tame her. Let her ‘escape’ and run wild then capture her, break her, and tame her again. Make a game of hunting her and toying with her.

“Today was the perfect start. She even put up more of a fight than I expected! She hunted down my trail like I expected, although it took longer than I thought it would. She’s SMARTER than I gave her credit for. I think the wily little wolf bitch didn’t fully take up the scent trail I left her. I don’t think she realized how smart she was being, she just has good instincts. Part of her must have known what inhaling my pheromones too deeply would have done to her.

“So she shows up where I laid my little trap far later than I expected. It was a surprise, a pleasant one. Not so pleasant was the surprise I got during our fight. See, I was expecting her to be a big fish in a little pond, to have an inflated sense of her skills because she’s lived her life out here in bum-fuck nowhere. And maybe SHE does, but she’s more naturally skilled than I expected. Faster. Stronger. More wild. And those claws! I think the little bitch actually drew blood from me.”

He’d paused then, his excited gloating tone growing dark. “The little wolf cunt had me worried for a few moments. She might have taken me down if she hadn’t spent half the night in places where my pheromones were soaked into the walls. They were already affecting her, throwing her off her game, bringing out the animal in her and making it so she couldn’t think clearly. Oh, sure, it turned her into a viscous, dangerous animal, but my pheromones made it so it was an addled animal too.

“My pheromones made sure she was thinking a bit too slow, slowing her reflexes, addling her mind. If not for that…” He trailed off, glowering. “But I won,” he said, voice still dark. “And I don’t think the wolf-cunt knew how close to winning she got.”

He’d grabbed Sugar’s head then so he could violently pump it up and down his shaft. He used her mouth and throat to work out the frustration and fear he was feeling, treating the poor stripper like nothing more than a masturbation aid and showing no sign he cared whether she could breathe or not.

After he came, and after Betty and the others had recovered from the forced orgasms that had caused, he was calm again. “Yes,” he told them, the normal gloating tone back in his voice, “making myself wait and NOT fucking her was hard. You saw how I could barely control myself when I got back. But I CAN take things slow with her because I know I have you all to empty my balls into whenever I need to. My lovely collection of wet holes that exists just to make my life easier.

“A bartender to bring me drinks and food. A bouncer to keep out the riffraff and ensure I don’t have to put any thought into anything other than my pleasure. And three living sex dolls who are little more than breathing masturbation devices, here to keep my balls drained and give me a place to keep my excess cum.”

He stopped his misogynistic rant for a moment, leaning his head back and lazily grabbing Sugar’s head to pump her head up and down his shaft in a slightly different manner. After moaning in pleasure for a few minutes he let out a deep, long, content sight. He hadn’t cum, but he’d indulged in whatever sexual whim had momentarily made him pause his indulgent ranting. But even though he’d sated the whim he kept using Sugar’s mouth even as he went back to speaking.

“Once I’ve worked out my need, emptied my balls a few times and cleared my mind, I can turn my attention where it belongs: to Lady Luna.”

The villain lifted his head, looking at Betty and chuckling when he saw the open hatred in her eyes. “You normal women, you’re just things now. Barely worth noticing except for when I have a use for you. I think you’re all starting to truly understand that. I know Sugar here is, or whatever is left of her,” he said with a cruel laugh as he patted her head, pulling it in and making her gag then choke on his cock.

Betty flinched when she noticed Sugar wasn’t struggling to get his cock out of her throat like she normally did. He was always easily able to hold her in place and even seemed to enjoy the panicked thrashing against him as she tried to get her throat clear to breathe. But there was none of that now.

It was like Sugar had spent so much time with his cock in her mouth and down her throat that she no longer recognized it as something that didn’t belong there. Either she was no longer able to care it was preventing her from breathing or she’d figured out a way to get in enough air when it was down her throat to allow it to remain there as long as he wanted to keep it there.

“See, only superpowered women are truly worthy of my time. You normal women, at your best you’re just wet holes that exist for me to empty my balls into. Those that aren’t even worth that are barely worth noticing,” he said, breaking eye contact with Betty as if to say he meant her. “Superpowered women are just wet holes too, but THEY deserve proper attention ALMOST like they’re people. They aren’t, they’re just women after all, but they’re the BEST women so they deserve special attention. They deserve to be TORMENTED and not just be used as a place to put your cum.”

He looked down at Sugar, taking a moment to appreciate the sight and sound of her sloppily sucking and slurping on his cock. He stroked her head as though he had forgotten she was there but was happy to remember her presence. “Although taking a few moments now and then to torment you cock-sockets isn’t a hardship,” he proclaimed as he continued to stroke Sugar’s head as though she was a beloved dog.

“You need some tormenting I think,” he told Sugar as he adjusted to sit up straight. As he did he grabbed Sugar by the hair and jerked her off the bench, pulling her unceremoniously to the floor. She landed with a clumsy thud, looking as though she was so stupefied by his pheromones that she wasn’t capable of trying to break her fall.

“On your knees, cock-socket,” he barked, yanking her hair and making her yelp out in pain. Once she was on her knees he yanked her hair again, pulling her face into his crotch. He grabbed her head with both hands and started moving her face from side to side, rubbing it into the underside of his cock. As her face was rubbed from side to side the slimy mess of saliva and cum that was covering his member was smeared over Sugar’s face, making a bigger mess than was already there.

“Truth is I’ve never spent this much time with any one woman,” the villain said as he continued to rub Sugar’s face into the underside of his cock, shifting occasionally to rub her nose into his balls. “Too many heroines coming at me, always letting them go or selling them off then moving on to the next one. And with so many superheroines in the big city I barely ever needed a regular woman, and when I did it was never for more than a day or two.

“What I’m trying to say is I’ve never taken the time to see just what my pheromones do to someone after they’ve been exposed to them for a prolonged period of time. Since coming here and claiming you all as my property I’ve grown more curious about it. I’m especially interested in learning what ingesting so much of my cum is going to do to a woman. No one’s ever guzzled down as much as this one has.”

Betty couldn’t tell who he was talking to. To Sugar? No… That didn’t make sense. Was he talking to her, then? Betty sometimes thought that was why he made her stand where she most often stood, near enough to the front door to keep people out if they showed up but turned so she had to witness what he was doing to the others.

And listen to his terrible misogynistic rants, she thought. Most of the time it feels like he’s talking to ME, yet even when I get that feeling it also seems like he’s just talking to hear his own voice. Maybe he has to have someone to listen to him, maybe he needs to feel heard even though he doesn’t really care if I’m listening or not.

“Can’t remember if I’ve told you all how hyper-concentrated my pheromones are in my cum,” the villain went on. “Although I suppose one of you must be smart enough to have noticed Sugar’s mental state deteriorating over the last few days. Not sure what it is about this scrawny near-worthless piece of trailer trash, but I’ve enjoyed pumping most of my loads into her. Maybe it’s less about liking her holes more than any of the other sets I’ve claimed, and just about wanting to see what happens to her.”

He pulled her face off his cock, holding her head up to allow her to breathe freely as he stroked her mess-smeared face with the back of a hand. “No woman’s really a person, but Sugar here is less than a woman at this point. Less than a thing, too. Her brain’s so melted she’s more like a dog. That right, Sugar? That what’s happening to you? Are you turning into my cock-hungry little fuck pup?”

From where Betty was standing she could see that although Sugar’s eyes were pointed towards the villain’s face it didn’t look like she was actually looking at him. Her eyes were too crossed with no focus or intelligence in them. Her mouth was open, her tongue lolling out as a thick stream of drool streamed from her mouth onto her chest. She was panting like a dog, something Betty might not have noticed if not for the way he was talking about her.

“If I sent you home to whatever trailer park you crawled out of would your mind go back to normal? If so how long would it take? Or would you stay like this forever?” He stroked her face as he talked, staring into her dead eyes. “Maybe an experiment to try down the road, but for now I’m enjoying turning you into my cock-hungry, brain-dead fuck pup. It’s good practice since it’s what I plan on eventually doing to Lady Luna.”

Good, Betty thought as all the fear and anger she felt was redirected at the heroine who had failed to save them. It’s what the fucking wolf-cunt deserves. Even if she somehow saves us all, even if poor Sugar’s mind can recover from this, I hope it happens to Lady Luna and that she NEVER recovers from it.

Thinking about Lady Luna and what he planned on doing to her got the man worked up. All of a sudden he had his cock back in Sugar’s mouth and was holding her in place as he fucked her face with savage abandon.

Betty groaned, taking a few steps away from what was happening at the back of the strip club. She could feel the monster building towards climax. He’d get off soon, and when he did…

A few moments after he grunted in orgasmic release the wave sent out by his pheromone burst hit Betty. She moaned out a mix of pain and pleasure, trying to fight off the forced climax but quickly losing the battle. She staggered, crashing into a nearby table and leaning on it for support as she suffered through the unwanted, unpleasant pleasure of the forced orgasm.

Sometimes it hit so hard that she nearly blacked out. Not this time, it was just hard enough to be unpleasant but light enough to allow her to keep her focus on him. That was worse than nearly blacking out. The compulsion to focus on his dick was always strongest then. She always found watching him cum in Sugar’s mouth a very unpleasant thing, especially because after being made to stare at his spasming cock while he got off so many times Betty could feel her body starting to associate dick with orgasms and THAT felt like a violation greater than any she’d yet suffered through.

He isn’t even doing it on purpose, she thought angrily. He seems to have almost respected my sexual preference for women, although it might just be that he doesn’t find me attractive enough to want to use me that way. Still… it might make it easier to endure if he was doing this to me on purpose. But making a lesbian associate powerful feelings of sexual pleasure with his reeking cock seems to be unnoticed collateral cruelty.

As she suffered through the forced orgasm she watched the man’s dick. While his shaft spasmed, shooting another unnaturally large and thick load into poor Sugar, he groaned in delight, flopping back to lay on the bench like it was a bed. This caused his cock to pop out of Sugar’s face while he was still cumming. His cock spasmed and flexed, multiple thick jets of semen shooting out. Some landed on Sugar’s face, adding to the wet mess already there, but most of it landed on him.

It’s disgusting how much there is, Betty thought as she came down from her climax. And it reeks of his pheromone stink. Every time his nasty semen doesn’t go into one of the strippers I can smell it. It’s like his nasty reeking stench, only worse. I can fucking smell it from halfway across the club, only it is soaked through with the nasty reek of semen as well.

At least I won’t have to suffer through the extra nasty smell of his cum for long, Betty thought, guilty she was eager for what she knew would happen next. It would be Sugar who would suffer most, but maybe she shouldn’t feel so bad about that anymore. Maybe poor Sugar was so far gone at this point Betty didn’t need to feel guilty about what was happening to her.

The villain let out a happy sigh of contentment, seemingly unphased by the mess that he’d sprayed all over his bare chest and abs. The only time she seemed to care was if he accidentally came on his clothes, and since he always kept his fur-collared vest open and his pants off in the club that rarely happened.

He made himself comfortable, one leg hanging off the plush bench. “Come, Sugar,” he commanded like he was talking to a trained dog. “Come lick me clean.”

Betty watched as Sugar, still cross-eyed and panting, crawled onto him as though she’d forgotten how to stand like a person. She sloppily dragged her tongue up his body, lapping up his cum like a dog greedily licking up spilled food before its owner noticed.

She’s not really ‘licking him clean’, Betty thought, deeply disturbed by what she was seeing. Her face and chest are such a mess of saliva and dribbled semen she’s smeared more of a mess onto him than she’s cleaned up. But he seems to enjoy wallowing in filth like this.

“Alright, cock holster,” he told Sugar, patting her head like a dog he was proud of, “you’ve done a good job. I’m starting to feel a bit drowsy and think I want to dose off for a while, maybe even sleep the rest of the night. That means my cock needs a cock warmer for the night.” He shifted how he was laying, opening his legs more and moving his hips so his hard member stuck up. “Cock in its holster,” he said, once more sounding like he was giving a command to a dog.

Sugar panted happily then inhaled his cock. A moment later she was laying on the plush bench, head resting on him with his cock in her mouth. Her eyes further crossed while half rolled up into her head as though the reeking stink of his cock was suddenly more than she could handle. She moaned and drooled, lazily bobbing her head up and down his shaft to slowly take it deeper and deeper. Once she had him balls-deep in her she stopped, looking like she might fall asleep with it in her mouth.

“Good girl,” the villain sighed happily. “I expect you to keep it in your mouth all night. If I wake needing to drain my balls I want you there, my cock in its holster. You’ll learn to breathe through your nose as you sleep, and you’ll learn to suck me off in your sleep.”

Betty shivered in horror. This was a new perversion, a new torment, a new dehumanizing degradation. At least it’s not happening to me, she thought. Then, guilty about the thought and wanting to turn that guilt into anger pointed outward, she thought about Lady Luna. Before long I hope it’s that wolf cunt that’s laying there, his cock in her mouth all night as he sleeps. I hope I get to find out what soaking in his pheromones and gulping down gallons of his pheromone-soaked cum does to HER mind.

She knew it was a dark thought, but for now it would be one that would help her hold on to her sanity. Let it happen to her soon, she thought. Let her suffering begin soon and never end.

It didn’t occur to Betty that Lady Luna’s suffering had ALREADY begun. From his ramblings she knew he’d fought her, rubbed her face in his crotch, and then let her go. She thought that would have little effect on the superheroine once he’d left her behind. She had no idea Lady Luna’s heightened senses made it so that the single encounter had hit her harder and in different ways than days with him had done to them. And the way she was suffering at that very moment would have a HUGE impact on the superheroine’s next run-in with the villain.