Handmaidens – Nervous Handmaid Gets Filled With Cum S2:E5

Title: Nervous Handmaiden’s Deviant Induction

In the oppressive, misogynistic world of Gilead, young women are reduced to mere objects – either sterile Wives or fertile Handmaids, forced to bear children for the elite class. Such is the fate of Offred, a demure brunette whose only purpose is to serve as a broodmare for the Commanders. But Offred harbors secret desires, forbidden longings that threaten to drive her sane in this dystopian hellscape.

One sultry summer evening, as Offred kneels in the garden tending her vegetables, she hears the gate creak open. It’s the Commander, his hardened eyes roving hungrily over her form. “Good girl,” he rasps, “Didn’t I tell you to tend my garden instead? Get up. You’re coming with me.”

Offred prays none of her fellow Handmaids overhear as she rises, trailing behind him to his study. Heart fluttering, palms sweating, she tries to maintain an air of demure obedience. But the Commander wastes no time, grabbing her chin, forcing her to meet his smoldering gaze.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he growls, “But you need to trust me.” Before she can respond, he captures her lips in a searing kiss. Offred melts against him, whimpering into his mouth, hormones raging despite her trepidation. Or perhaps because of it.

Pulling back, the Commander holds her gaze. “I have plans for you,” he rumbles, caressing her neck. Offred swallows nervously. “Wh-what kind of plans?”

His eyes darken. “I’m going to train you to be my perfect little slut. Teach you how to please a man. Starting now.”

Offred trembles, thighs clenching as the Commander strips her bare, revealing her creamy skin. He palms her small breasts, squeezing roughly. Offred arches, crying out as he tweaks her sensitive nipples. Turning her around, he pushes her over his desk, baring her ass.

“Beg me,” he commands, landing a stinging slap over her cheeks. “Beg me for my cock.”

“Please,” Offred whines breathlessly, “I need it. Need you.”

The Commander chuckles darkly, unfastening his pants. His cock springs free, throbbing, angry red, the size of Offred’s wrist. Her eyes widen in fear but she bites her lip, watching him stroke himself. He forces his thick head between her folds, stretching her tiny hole.

“If you cry out, I’ll bind and gag you. Then I’ll fuck your ass after I’m done with your cunt. Understood?”

Offred nods frantically, trying to relax as he thrusts into her, splitting her open. The pain is intense and she grits her teeth, hands scrabbling for purchase, nails scraping his desk.

“Look at you,” the Commander groans, “So tight, gripping my cock like a vice. You’re made for this, aren’t you? Born to be filled and bred by my seed.”

He sets a brutal pace, each snap of his hips punching the air from her lungs until she’s mewling, tears streaming down her face, drool dripping down her chin. The pleasure builds, streaking up her spine, coiling at the base.

“Come on my cock, slut,” the Commander snarls, reaching around to pinch her clit. “Squeeze me. Milk me dry.”

Offred shrieks, convulsing as her orgasm crashes over her, cunt clenching rhythmically around his pistoning cock. The Commander roars, burying himself to the hilt, painting her insides with thick ropes of hot cum. He keeps thrusting, extending her pleasure, ensuring she’s drenched in his essence.

Finally, he pulls out, cupping her swollen mound, feeling his seed dribble out. “Such a good girl,” he purrs, “I think you’re ready for the next lesson.”

Offred looks over her shoulder at him, glazed eyes filled with trepidation and heady desire. She knows there’s no escape, no returning to innocence now. The Commander owns her, body and mind. And even as her future terrifies her, Offred can’t help the anticipation pulsing through her-used, abused, rebuilt in his image. Maybe being a slut is what she’s always meant for. Maybe depravity is her destiny.

The Commander winks, knowing thoughts, cupping her chin and leaning in to whisper.

“It’s time to send you to your true calling. In the holy sight of God and man, you’re mine now, Offred. My perfect little whore. Welcome to your new religion.”

Smiling, he pulls her up, leading her to her decadent downfall. Offred’s legs wobble but she embraces the horror and ecstasy awaiting her, praying for salvation from the face of debauchery embodied in her handsome Commander.

Whatever yolks, cages and torment await her at the end of this path, Offred embraces it, looking for freedom in the same sin that once held her captive. For in a world without hope, maybe there’s liberation in shunning God for lust and serving pleasure over piety. Perhaps that’s the true path to salvation.

The devil has owned her heart, and Offred’s willing to do anything to become the nastiest piece of lyin’, cheatin,’ stealin’, drunkard liars in the land.