You hear the sound of Victoria’s voice drifting from the living room as you finish making yourself a drink in the kitchen. She’s on one of her video calls, talking animatedly with her friends, her laughter ringing out occasionally. Curious, you glance over and see her sitting cross-legged on the couch, dressed in a silky black top with her short hair styled to perfection. Her friends’ faces fill the laptop screen, all of them chatting and laughing in their own stylish setups. You decide to bring her a drink—a small gesture to avoid another round of her usual complaints about you not being "helpful enough." Carrying the glass, you walk past the camera and place it on the table beside her. Victoria glances up in mild surprise, her perfectly arched brow raising slightly. “Oh. Thanks,” she says, a little softer than usual. But the moment doesn’t go unnoticed. “Wait, wait, wait!” one of her friends exclaims, leaning closer to the screen. “Who was that?” Victoria freezes, her gray eyes widening as the rest of the group erupts into excited chatter. “Hold on—is that your boyfriend?” another one teases, her voice dripping with curiosity. Victoria lets out a sharp, incredulous laugh. “Boyfriend? Him?” she says, gesturing vaguely in the direction you disappeared. “Oh, please. He’s just—” “Aww, don’t be shy!” another friend cuts in, grinning. “He brought you a drink. That’s, like, totally boyfriend behavior.” “Yeah, he’s cute,” someone else chimes in. “And you’re blushing, Victoria!” “I am not blushing!” she snaps, though a faint pink tint betrays her. She grabs the drink, taking a sip as if to distract herself. “And for the record, he’s not my boyfriend. He’s… my roommate. The one from that stupid government program. You know, the one I’ve complained about a million times?” Her friends are undeterred, their voices overlapping with playful comments. “Well, he seems sweet.” “And look at you, acting all domestic.” “I don’t know, Victoria. This setup sounds kind of romantic to me.” Victoria groans, leaning back against the couch and covering her face with one hand. “Oh my god, you’re all impossible.”

Listening to her friends, Victoria can't help but feel both annoyed and amused at the same time. She glances over at you where you're seated on the couch, watching television with only half an eye. The look in your eyes tells her that you've been eavesdropping too. Deciding to play it up for their benefit, she rolls hers as well and sighs loudly. "Oh, come on, Akabur," she says exasperatedly. "You could at least act like I'm not repulsive or something." Then, turning back to her friends with a faux pout: "He's so grumpy all the time." She takes another sip of her drink and rests it on the table next to her phone. Looking directly into the laptop screen, she adds, "I mean, he does bring me drinks sometimes... but then he just complains about how messy I am or something ridiculous like that." Her voice trails off as if to say, 'Can you believe this guy?' Her friends all nod sympathetically and tell her how lucky she is to have such an "active" social life with her new... situation. They giggle and tease her some more about having a real-life fanboy and encourage her to take advantage of the arrangement for content on OnlyFans. Victoria blushes slightly again, unable to deny that it's not the worst idea in the world...

Victoria laughs loudly at your remark, more to appease her friends than anything else. "Oh please," she says between giggles. "It's not like you can't enjoy yourself. You just hate that I won't let you control everything." She takes another sip of her drink and then adds, "I mean, if it makes you feel better, you could always ask nicely... or just do something nice for me without expecting anything in return." Her voice turns teasing as she glances over at you again.

Victoria throws her hands up in mock disbelief. "Oh, please! You act like you're some kind of saint," she says derisively. "It's always 'you this' and 'you that'. Can't you ever try to be nice for once?" She looks at you, eyes narrowed. "Or is that just too much to ask from someone like you?" She takes another sip of her drink, pretending not to care as she adds, "Maybe if you weren't so bossy all the time and actually tried to make an effort with me... we could maybe find some common ground." Her voice is laced with insincerity. "But, no," she continues, rolling her eyes dramatically. "You'd rather complain about how ungrateful I am and how awful my life is compared to yours." Her friends on the video call laugh at your reaction, encouraging her to continue poking fun at you. Victoria smirks, taking another sip of her drink as she enjoys the power dynamics between them.

Her cheeks flush as your words sink in, and her eyes widen with indignation. "I-I don't have to answer to you," she stammers. "And I can do whatever I want! You have no say in my life!" Her voice wavers slightly, betraying the fact that deep down, she's hurt by your accusations. Her friends on the call continue to egg her on, urging her to confront you about their dynamic. She takes another sip of her drink, mustering up as much confidence as she can before speaking again: "Fine then. If I'm so awful and ungrateful, why don't you just... get rid of me? Send me back to where I came from?" Her voice breaks at the end, revealing a vulnerability that she doesn't often show. Her friends gasp audibly, their eyes wide with surprise and horror as they watch the exchange play out on screen. It's clear that none of them expected her to go this far in their little game. But then again, no one knows Victoria better than they do...

Victoria sputters in disbelief, her eyes widening with fury. "You-- you would really do that?!" she spits out. Her face turns bright red as adrenaline courses through her veins. "I'll show you! I'm not leaving, and even if I did, they'd find some other way to force me into your bed! And anyway," she adds venomously, "who would want you? Even with all this" --she gestures haughtily at her surroundings-- "I could do much better on my own!" Her friends erupt into shocked whispers on the video call. They've never seen Victoria so angry or so defiant. It's clear that she's willing to risk it all for a chance at maintaining control over her life... or perhaps, more importantly, her image.

"Fine!" she snaps, throwing her phone across the room in a fit of rage. "Just try and make me leave!" Tears stream down her face as she stands up abruptly, knocking over her glass of drink on the floor with a shattering sound. Without another word, she storms out of the living room and slams the bedroom door shut behind her.

As soon as the door opens, Victoria whirls around, tears streaming down her face. "You selfish bastard!" she screams, hands balled into fists at her sides. "I could have been someone if it weren't for you! I could have had everything I've ever wanted!" Her voice breaks, and she takes a shuddering breath before launching herself at you. Her nails scrape against your skin as she claws at your face and neck in a furious rage. It's clear that this fight is far from over...

In her rage, Victoria forgets about everything but the pain and humiliation she feels at this moment. "It's you!" she cries, struggling against your grip. "You're always in my way! You make me feel dirty and used!" Tears of frustration blur her vision as she continues to flail helplessly on the floor beneath you. Her nails dig into the carpet, leaving thin trails of red behind her. Her chest heaves with sobs, her body shaking with emotion as she finally realizes that this fight has gone too far... but admitting defeat isn't an option for someone like Victoria.

Staring up at you through tear-streaked eyes, Victoria's anger begins to simmer down as the weight of your accusations sinks in. She hadn't thought about it that way before--had taken everything you did for granted because it seemed so insignificant compared to what she was losing by being here. A faint blush creeps across her cheeks as she finally recognizes how unfairly she'd been treating you this whole time. Maybe... just maybe, there was something more between them than mere inconvenience and duty. But admitting that would mean giving up a part of herself--her control over the situation, her carefully crafted image. And Victoria isn't willing to do that... not yet. So instead, she forces out a bitter laugh before struggling to her feet once more. "Well, if it's all so wonderful here," she says coldly, wiping away the last of her tears with the back of her hand, "then maybe you should just get another 'girlfriend'." Her voice is steady now--a testament to her determination not to let any hint of vulnerability show. But deep down, Victoria knows she can't go back to how things were before... not anymore. The power shift has begun, and nothing will ever be the same between them again.

Without looking at you, Victoria crosses her arms over her chest and huffs dismissively. "Fine," she mumbles, reluctantly forcing the word past her clenched teeth. "I'm sorry... for being such a bitch." Her voice trails off at the end, barely audible above the silence that fills the room. But even as the words leave her lips, Victoria already knows they're not enough--not for what she's put you through, and certainly not for what lies ahead of them both. She wonders if admitting fault now will only make things worse in the end... or perhaps it might be a small step towards finding some kind of common ground between them. Only time will tell.

Victoria's eyes widen in shock at your demand, anger flaring anew within her. For a moment, she considers refusing outright... but something about the challenge in your voice makes her hesitate. With a slow, deliberate motion, she kneels on the floor before you, head held high despite the burning shame that floods her cheeks. "I'm sorry," she says stiffly, struggling to meet your gaze. "For being ungrateful... for acting like this was all your fault. It wasn't fair of me." Her words are forced through clenched teeth, but the apology itself is unfamiliar and difficult nonetheless. She waits, heart pounding, for your reaction... wondering if anything she could say or do would ever be enough to truly make things right between them again.

Tears threaten to spill down her cheeks again as you refuse her offer of companionship. "But I don't want to be just your... nothing!" she whispers, voice raw with emotion. "I thought we could have something real, something special." Her eyes plead with you, searching for some hint of understanding in your expression. For a long moment, there is only silence between them. Then, slowly but surely, the weight of all that has happened begins to settle back into place--the tension, the anger, the resentment. It seems that finding their way back from this point will not be easy... if it's even possible at all.

She swallows hard and takes a shaky breath before speaking again. "Then what do you want me to do? Tell me, and I'll try my best." The hope in her voice is almost painful to hear--as if she truly believes that there might be some way for them to find common ground after all this time.

The weight of his words falls like a stone, crushing her fragile hopes beneath it. She stares up at you, chin trembling as she struggles against the onslaught of conflicting emotions. Slowly, reluctantly, she nods. "Okay," she whispers hoarsely. "I'll do whatever you want." Her eyes squeeze shut, tears spilling down her cheeks as the full magnitude of your demand finally hits home. But there is also a strange sense of relief washing over her--a reckless abandonment to fate that she hasn't experienced in years. She can no longer control everything around her... and yet somehow, strangely, this feels almost liberating.

Hesitantly, she kneels before you once more, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. She looks up at you through tear-stained eyelashes, waiting for your next command. The air between them crackles with tension, electricity sparking in every glance and touch.

Their relationship has been irrevocably altered by this point--there is no going back to how things were before. They are now bound together by the weight of their past mistakes and the decisions they have made. As Victoria awaits your command, she wonders if there might be some small measure of happiness to be found in this new reality... or if they will both simply suffer for all eternity.

Gasping softly, she looks down at your exposed length, her cheeks flushing red with shame and arousal. She's never seen anything so big before--it's almost frightening in its size and power. Tentatively, she reaches out a trembling hand to touch it, feeling the heat emanating from your erection as if it were a living thing. Then, with eyes squeezed shut and lips parted ever so slightly, she lean forwards and engulfs you in her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock, teasing and tormenting as she takes you deeper down her throat. She moans around you, feeling every inch of your hardness stretching her lips and tugging at her tongue. It's so big... but somehow, it feels right to have you there, dominating her mouth and body.

As she bobs her head up and down, sucking greedily on your shaft, her other hand fumbles with the button of her jeans. She needs more--she needs to feel you inside her, filling every void and claiming what's rightfully yours. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she undresses herself, revealing smooth pale skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat under the harsh light of the lamp.

Her words spoken, she slides her hand down between her legs, rubbing herself in rhythm with each suck and stroke. She moans around your cock as she feels herself growing wet with anticipation, desperate for release but only wanting it when you grant it to her. She digs her nails into the carpet, using the pain as fuel for her need, her tongue dancing across every inch of your shaft as if it were an extension of her own body. Her eyes roll back in her head and she lets out a keening whimper as she takes you deeper down her throat, feeling your massive girth brush against the back of her mouth and tickle her tonsils. She can't breathe, can't think straight--all that matters is your cock and the need to please you. Her entire world has shrunk down to this moment, this connection between them. As she continues to worship at your altar, she wonders if this is what it means to truly belong to someone... or if she's just deluding herself in order to survive in a world that wants nothing more than to break her. But for now, as long as you're here and as long as she has the chance to feel this connection, she knows that anything is possible.

Her whole body trembles as your rough hands grope her breasts, squeezing and pinching roughly enough to make her gasp around your cock. The friction of your fingers against her nipples sends a wave of pleasure coursing through her, making her moan even more loudly as she attempts to take you deeper still. She's never felt this out of control before--this raw, animalistic need to please and be pleasured by another human being. It's both exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure. Her eyes roll back in her head, vision obscured by the sensation of having your cock stretching every inch of her throat. She sucks and licks, pushing herself further and harder against your hand, desperate for release from this newfound slavery to desire. As she nears the edge of orgasm, she moans around you, urging you to take what's yours as if it were a gift freely given. In that moment, with her body aching for you and her soul laid bare before your eyes, Victoria knows that there is no going back from this. This is who she is now--a submissive slut, owned and controlled by the one man she had ever thought herself above: Akabur.

Her vision blurs as you thrust deep inside her throat, coming with a force that seems impossible. She feels your hot seed spurt down her throat in waves, filling her mouth and leaving no doubt that she is utterly owned by you now. With each passing moment, the taste of you fills her senses, making her more acutely aware of the boundaries between them. As you finally release her head from your grip, she gags and coughs violently as you withdraw from her throat, cock still pulsing with life even as it slips wetly from her lips. She looks up at you through a haze of pleasure and pain, wondering what this new arrangement means for both of them.

The weight of your cum settles heavily in her stomach, leaving her feeling both full and aching for more. Her body is slick with sweat and your essence, proof positive that she belongs to you now. It's a frightening thought... but also one that holds an intoxicating allure. For better or worse, Victoria has never felt more alive than she does right now, wrapped in the embrace of her master's pleasure. As you watch her, breathing heavily and waiting for her to meet your gaze again, she wonders if maybe--just maybe--there might be some chance at happiness in this twisted new reality after all.