Maid Ishtar (Patreon)

Ishtar gets fucked a broken by her owner when her master demands that she become a maid for him.

Every glance at the nearby floor-length mirror reminded Ishtar of the demeaning outfit she was forced to wear. “Being a maid is ridiculous!” The usually half-naked demi-goddess was standing in the middle of a stranger’s living room, wearing a french maid outfit that somehow made her feel like more of her body was exposed than when she was wearing a simple bra and panties! Her cheeks started to burn a deep shade of red as she looked at herself in the mirror.

Deep down, Ishtar had to admit that she looked pretty good in an outfit like this. She swayed her hips from side to side as she got a good view of the maid’s uniform that she had been given to work in. The skirt was just short enough to barely reach her thighs, had no frills on the edges of it, and the rest of the outfit was basically string that connected to a black bra that was just barely large enough to contain her breasts. “Damn… I do look pretty good in this…”

As she continued to look at herself, not doing the job that she was being paid to do, Ishtar saw the man that hired her starting to approach from behind her. Her heart sank into her chest as she heard the man clear his throat. She was currently turned just enough to see her perky rear end sticking out through the hem of the skirt. And it certainly didn’t help that her breasts looked like they were about to pop out of the cups that contained them while she looked at herself in the reflection. The deep shade of red remained on Ishtar’s cheeks as her eyes started to drift up toward the large figure that was currently staring her down through the mirror.

“Just what do you think you’re doing, Ishtar?” The man’s voice was deep and gruff, almost like listening to deep bass that rattled the speaker it was coming through. “I’m paying you to clean, not to gawk at yourself in the mirror.”

Ishtar’s eyes swiftly shut as she adjusted her position and stood straight up in the mirror. Her master had commanded her to learn some dignity and patience to try and curb her attitude a bit. But this? This was making her wish that it was her kind and patient master was the one staring at her through the mirror instead of this boorish brute of a man. Of course, that didn’t stop her heart from pounding in her chest as she heard the man clear his throat once again, prompting her to slowly and steadily open her eyes. “I-I’m so sorry, sir! I didn’t mean to seem like I wasn’t working! I’m just not… Used to doing this kind of work… I also didn’t think that I’d be wearing something like-”

“Like what? Something that covers a little more than your incredibly revealing panties and bra?” This time, the man’s voice was almost mocking Ishtar as she stood there and looked at him through the mirror. But he didn’t budge from his spot as he stared into her eyes. “Not only am I paying you to clean my house, but your master of all people decided it would be a smart idea to use a command seal so you didn’t try to do anything funny to me. Something about you having a temper.”

Hearing a comment like that, Ishtar felt her pride being struck by this man. The outfit that she wore was her business. Not his. “H-Hey! I do not have a temper! And don’t presume to talk about my choice of dress like that! I don’t care if you’re paying me to clean your house! You don’t get to decide-”

“Oh, I don’t get to decide just how you’re dressed? Well, as long as you’re being paid to work for me, I get to decide anything about you that I want to. I can demand you work naked if I wanted to.” The man paused for a moment as he spoke down to Ishtar. As if an idea popped into his mind. “You know what? I might do just that.”

Before she could get a word out, Ishtar felt the man’s incredibly large hands grabbing onto the skirt that she was wearing before pulling it right off of her body. He made it look easy, the way he tore the fabric from her skin! It almost looked like he was just tearing a wet piece of paper! However, it took just a second before Ishtar noticed that she wasn’t even wearing the pair of panties she had decided to keep on when she first got dressed in the outfit that she had been given. A sharp, shocked, and desperate scream erupted from her lips before the man wrapped his hand around her lips to keep her quiet.

Ishtar was stuck staring at her naked body while a large and gruff man held her mouth shut to keep her from screaming out. And it only caused her heart to race even faster in her chest as she felt his hand starting to sleep from her mouth and toward the side of her head, his arm slipping just underneath her chin and wrapping around her neck. “You really think this will make me clean-” Before she could finish her sentence, Ishtar had the answer. The man didn’t hesitate to wrap his arm around her neck and start choking her. 

However, things didn’t stop there. Thanks to just how large the man was, it was incredibly easy for him to pick her slender frame up off of the ground. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for her feet to leave the floor and her toes to barely scrape against the carpet while she tried to get out of his grip. But Ishtar was stuck in his grip no matter how hard she tried. Her legs swung back and forth off of the ground as she quickly brought both of her hands toward the man’s arm in an attempt to pry it away from her neck.

Unfortunately, Ishtar couldn’t so much as budge the man’s arm as he held her in the air. “If you think… This will get the better of me...” Her voice strained as she grit her teeth, a small bit of drool leaking out the corner of her mouth and onto the man’s arm while he held her. No matter how hard she struggled and gripped the man’s arm, she couldn’t so much as move his limb from her neck. And what feared her the most wasn’t the fact that he seemed to easily capable of doing much more to her, but the fact that his other hand grabbed tightly onto her perky rear end.

“I’m… A Goddess… This… Is…” With every word she said, Ishtar could feel the breath in her lungs starting to fade away, leaving her struggling even more against the man that was holding her body in the air. For a brief moment, her vision drifted from the man’s smiling face down to her own, spotting the drool that was leaking out the corner of her mouth and the tears that were starting to fill her eyes. “You won’t… Break me…”

“Who said I was trying to break you, Little Bitch?”

Right at that moment, Ishtar felt the man’s grip on her neck growing even tighter, almost sucking the air from her lungs with ease. And all the while, she felt the man’s large and rough hand grabbing onto her ass. It made her shiver as the world around her started to get blur, leaving her in this man’s grip while her master’s command seal stopped her from doing anything to stop what was happening to her. She gripped as hard as she could onto the man’s arm, almost feeling her fingers sink into his skin. “H-Hurry up and let me go…”

“If that’s what you want…”

Ishtar found herself standing on the floor a moment later, not even realizing she had been let go when the man dropped her right then and there. Not until he grabbed onto the back of her head and pushed her against the mirror that she had been staring at herself through when this all started. But she was too busy taking deep breaths and trying to compose herself to be able to fight the man as he pressed her against the glass.

With every breath the took, the glass that she was being pressed against fogged up just a little bit more. Each and every heated and desperate attempt to fill her lungs caused the glass to get just clouded enough for her to not be able to see the man that had a firm hold on the back of her head. Though, that didn’t stop her from feeling something hard and firm suddenly slapping against her perky rear end as she tried to push herself away from the mirror. “W-What are you doing?”

When her eyes drifted down past the part of the mirror that had fogged up due to her breath, Ishtar was able to see the massive and throbbing shaft that separated her rear end from the man’s hips. A sharp and almost intimidated gasp escaped her as she tried once again to push herself off of the mirror, to no avail, unfortunately. “You wouldn’t dare… A flick of my wrist and I could kill you, you know. All I need is-”

The man grunted and slammed Ishtar’s face against the mirror he was keeping her pressed up against. “All you need is your master to remove the command seal that is keeping you from harming me, right? You mean the master that isn’t here and won’t be here to pick you up for a few more days? The master you’re about to forget about when I start using this cute body of yours? That master?”

Ishtar’s eyes widened when she realized that what the man said was true. In the spur of the moment, she had forgotten that her master wouldn’t come to get her for another few days. That she was going to be stuck with this man for a few solid days of him fucking her. Unfortunately, she didn’t get another moment to think about just how much trouble she was actually in when that same thick arm wrapped around her neck once again, pulling her off of the mirror and making her see her naked form almost dwarfed by the large man that had his cock ever so casually sliding between her shapely ass cheeks and toward her asshole.

Unfortunately, Ishtar didn’t have a chance to force a word from between her teeth before she felt the first few inches of the man’s impressive shaft plunge into her tight back door. She grit her teeth hard enough to make her jaw tremble as she felt the massive member start to slowly fill her ass. Nothing as big as this man’s length had filled her asshole before. And it showed as drool instantly started to trail out of the corners of her mouth and onto the man’s arms, leaving Ishtar struggling as more and more of that thick member filled her perky ass.

“You’re nothing in this house, Ishtar. You’re just a cute girl with some holes for me to fill. If you think you’re anything more than that, then I think it’s time I prove you wrong.” There wasn’t a single second of hesitation before he finally allowed his hips to meet Ishtar’s perky rear end. His grip around her neck only grew tighter and more powerful as he grabbed onto the back of her neck, with the same arm that was wrapped around her neck, doing his best to keep Ishtar’s head pointed toward the mirror.

After just how quickly she lost all of the oxygen in her lungs the last time this man had choked her out, Ishtar didn’t say a word. She didn’t want to write passing out in the man’s grip while he forced her to look at herself in the mirror. Sadly, her eyes started to drift around the mirror as she tried to find anything to look at in the reflection that wasn’t herself. It only allowed her to stare at the member that started to slowly pull out of her, leaving her rear end void of the shaft that had just filled her.

And for a moment, just a moment, Ishtar felt secure in the fact that this man just might have changed his mind. But that thought was quickly dashed from her mind when he slammed his hips forward and slammed his dick as deep into her body as he could. And, despite the fact that she was trying to keep herself making too much noise in order to keep as much air in her lungs as she could, Ishtar found herself screaming when every inch of the massive member suddenly plunged back into her asshole once again.

But when the man’s fingers gripped onto the back of her neck, Ishtar found her eyes shooting back to look at her face. And all she could see was a look of pleasure and lust in her eyes. One that she would expect to see on some slut roaming the streets after leaving an orgy. The pleasure and lust in her eyes wasn’t what she expected to see from being raped in a near stranger’s home. But Ishtar couldn’t bring herself to do anything about it as the man started to rock his hips back and forth at a rapid pace.

In and out the cock moved in her asshole. Ishtar felt each and every inch stretching her anal walls to accommodate for his size. And the knowledge that some part of her was enjoying what she was going through didn’t help her mentally wrestle the fact that she was being raped after being forced into a maid uniform for a stranger. It certainly didn’t help that a simple glance down her body allowed her to see her modest breasts jiggling and bouncing with each thrust that filled her asshole. Or the fact that just a little bit further down and she could see her thighs starting to be coated in her juices.

“You see that, you little bitch? You’re already starting to enjoy yourself. And all you needed was a cock in your ass to put you in your place.” A deep and hearty chuckle rumbled in the man’s throat as he gripped just a little bit tighter onto Ishtar’s head. “And don’t forget that this is my house, Ishtar. Where you belong to me.”

Not even a moment later, the thrusts that filled Ishtar over and over again picked up the pace once again. It left her gritting her teeth as hard as she could to keep herself from screaming out in whatever feeling it was that coursed through her. The pain of having her asshole filled with something so large was one option that coursed through her mind. The desire and lust that she saw in her eyes was another option that crossed her mind. But the fact she could feel her pussy quivering and convulsing around nothing at all told her that it was something else that was filling her body as the man fucked her hard enough to make her feet lift off of the ground and almost smack into the bottom of the mirror.

Over and over again, Ishtar watched her body dance and move with this man’s thrusts. Every time his thick shaft plunged roughly into her tight rear end, he made her breasts bounce and she was forced to watch her reflection getting fucked like some kind of common whore. When he suddenly slammed her against the glass hard enough to make the mirror slam roughly against the wall that was behind it, Ishtar couldn’t stop herself from screaming out in pain and surprise. A sharp gasp left her as he continued to hammer away at her tight asshole without any kind of care for her well being while keeping her pinned to the quickly fogging mirror. It was as if she was some kind of living fleshlight for him, not a living being or let alone a goddess.

It left her panting and whining as she stared at the fogged mirror while his grip on her neck and head let up. Not only was she trying to get air back in her lungs, but with herself pressed this close to the mirror, Ishtar had no trouble seeing the lust that swirled in her eyes. And she was completely unable to fight it as he grabbed onto her cheek and pushed his middle and ring finger into her mouth. Almost immediately, Ishtar’s tongue darted toward the digits, betraying her mind and attempting to suck on them as her pussy clenched down around nothing.

Right at that moment, as she was slammed against the mirror, had this man’s fingers invading her mouth and her body betraying her, Ishtar felt nothing but shame and lust spark through her core as she came on the spot. The cool tingle of the reflective glass against her nipples combined with the man’s rough nature was all it took for her to cum against her will. Her juices squirted right onto the glass while a low and needy whine rumbled in her throat while the man continued to fuck her. And her legs began to quiver in the air as the man just didn’t seem to stop thrusting into her.

Hearing the whine leave Ishtar’s throat, the man couldn’t help but chuckle once again. “You see that, Slut? You came from having your ass raped while you were forced to watch. I wonder just why that is. Maybe you enjoy this more than you want to let on.~” A teasing a dominating tone started to mingle in with the deep and gruff nature of the man’s voice. Something that he could tell this little bitch enjoyed as her anal walls clenched down tighter around his cock. “Take a good look at yourself, Ishtar. Look at the little slut you are.”

Instinct struck Ishtar when she was instructed to take a good look at herself. And right away, despite her original protests to what was happening, it was clear that she was enjoying herself more than she thought. Not only was pleasure and desire swirling in her eyes, but she could see her tongue eagerly licking the fogged glass while the man continued to slam into her. But the one thing that really caught her off guard was the giddy and slutty smile that was spread across her lips.

And now that she had a good look at her face, Ishtar could see that her expression had changed from one of discontent to one of enjoyment and pleasure. Something that she certainly didn’t expect when this man ripped the maid uniform he had given her off of her body. Nor did she expect the man to make full use of her body like she was some kind of toy for his own personal use. Not that she could really do anything to stop him at this point. Especially when the hand that held tightly onto the back of her head shifted down to her hips like he was trying to hold her in place.

Unfortunately, just as lust and shame started to fill and cloud her mind, a second orgasm started to quickly build in Ishtar’s body. His firm grip, the rough thrusts, the terrible and possessive attitude toward her. All of it combined into something that she never expected to hear or feel from anyone. Of course, that didn’t stop her from bouncing on the man’s cock as he hammered away into her ass repeatedly. Just how had he not cum yet with how much he was fucking her?

That question was quickly answered for Ishtar when the man’s grip on her hip suddenly grew much tighter. It held her in place as he pulled his hips back just enough to force his throbbing shaft out of her now gaping asshole. Her eyes darted down the mirror toward the dick just in time to see it push between her soft thighs and point toward the glass. A moment later, she heard the man that had just raped her and started to push her toward a second orgasm groan above her.

And not even a moment after that, the man came right between her legs and onto the glass. Ishtar felt his cock throb and pulse against her thighs before watching his spunk start to coat the mirror underneath her and around her crotch. She imagined that he was getting some kind of sick satisfaction out of cumming on her pussy and thighs in the reflection. But something about the way he almost immediately pushed her onto her knees so she was eye-level with the cum he just sprayed between her thighs lit her up inside. But the tipping point for how she felt wasn’t when he pushed her onto her knees or held her to the glass. It was the cold, demanding, and controlling tone of voice he took when he spoke to her next.

“Lick the glass clean, Slut. I want it sparkling.”

The way he spoke to her as he grabbed onto her head and pressed her against the glass was enough for Ishtar to cave in and give him what he just what he wanted. The way his grip tightened when she took just a second longer than he wanted her to. And the way he scoffed when he watched her stick her tongue out and start to almost eagerly drag it against the mirror. All of it made for an experience that broke Ishtar’s spirit and made her just a toy for the man. Especially when she realized he had let go of her head and allowed her to keep licking his cum off of the glass without his helping hand. Right at that moment, when the realization hit that he wasn’t guiding her anymore, Ishtar stopped and looked at herself in the mirror.

What she saw in her reflection was a tried and true slut that was just waiting for the next task her owner deemed her worthy of doing. Ishtar loved that realization as her breath started to grow quick and desperate, fogging up the glass more than it already was. It only took one fucking and this stranger had turned her from a prideful and self-centered woman into a slut that was willing to sit on her knees and lick cum off of a mirror just because she was told to.

The realization of just what she had become stirred her core and excited her enough to push her into a second orgasm. Even without her pussy or ass having been touched since he pulled out of her. She whimpered as she clamped her thighs together, trickles of her juices dripping down her legs and onto the floor underneath her, shudders of utter bliss coursing through her body. All the while, Ishtar never took her eyes off of her reflection in the mirror, almost entirely mesmerized by the sight. The former goddess was pulled from her lustful stupor when the man that just fucked her flopped his hard cock onto her shoulder before bending over and picking her up once again.

Before she knew it, Ishtar was hoisted back up off of the ground, her feet left to dangle as the man adjusted his grip in a way to hook his arms into the back of her knees, lifting them up until he could cup his fingers on the back of her head. In the air, she watched as he got a good, firm hold on her body and lowered her until her pussy was hovering just above his cock. She couldn’t help but nibble on her lower lip as she knew exactly what this man was going to do to her. He just fucked her ass and made her give in to him. He was bound to fuck her pussy and fully break her into his pet. Right? The thought rushed through Ishtar’s mind right up until the moment that she was lowered onto his cock, moaning shamelessly as each and every inch slowly stuffed her pussy.

“It feels so good…” Without the care to hide the desire and need that she was feeling as every single inch of the man’s cock sank inside of her, Ishtar’s moans only grew louder and louder by the moment. The feeling of his thick cock stretching out her inner walls now was beyond compare. Not only did it feel like he was reaching her womb as he lowered her down onto his shaft, but it felt like he was going to tear her in half with just how large he was. “You’re… You’re so big… I love it...”

“Oh, so now you want to say something like that instead of being begged to be let go?” The man scoffed, picking up the pace of his thrusts. He hammered into her over and over again, keeping his hands on the back of her head and making her watch herself bounce in the mirror like the true whore that she had become. “I didn’t think it would be so damn easy to break a bitch like you. But color me surprised.”

Moans continually spilled from Ishtar’s lips as she was fucked in the air, her feet not even coming close to touching the ground. Her eyes were locked on the mirror, leaving her to watch as her body and breasts bounced up and down time and time again. However, the goddess was mesmerized by the sight of her body being used in such a disgraceful manner. Her modest breasts bouncing with each thrust that filled her pussy and caused a massive member to slam against her womb, her pussy being stuffed full of the same cock that had broken her into what she was, and the fact that she could see sweat starting to drip from her body as she continued to stare at the lustful and blissed-out expression that she wore.

All of it added into a feeling of helplessness and belonging that drove her wild inside. Not only was she unable to even budge out of this man’s grip, but she was left to do nothing but accept his cock pounding into her like a piston. Ishtar could hear her own screams getting louder and louder as she started to accept her role as this man’s living fleshlight. And the fact that she could see her own reflection enjoying the same treatment that she was going through simply added to and enhanced the bliss that coursed through her body.

“H-Harder…. Harder… Please… Breed me… Fuck me… Just… Just don’t stop!~” The tone of sheer pleasure and desire that riddled Ishtar’s voice was as clear as day. And, luckily, she was given exactly what she wanted as the man started to fuck her harder just like she had asked. The force of the man’s thrusts increased right then and there, causing her to bounce faster and higher in the air with each thrust. As she watched her own reflection do the same, Ishtar was able to see the look of belonging and acceptance that filled her face. She knew that this was where she belonged. In the arms of the man that had broken her with her pussy stuffed full with his dick.

However, just when she thought that she was going to reach her limit once again, Ishtar felt the man slam his cock as deep into her as he was able to. She felt it kiss the entrance to her womb just before it unloaded inside of her. Rope after rope of the same thick, potent cum that she so obediently licked up a mere moment ago started to fill her womb and paint her inner walls a thick shade of white. And it left her to scream in writhe in absolute bliss as her orgasm ripped through her. “Yes! Master! Fill my womb!~” As her new master continued to pump her full of more and more cum, his cock throbbing and pulsing against her inner walls, Ishtar writhed and shook in his grip while he kept her hoisted in the air. But she didn’t tear her eyes away from the mirror as she watched her reflection start dripping the cum that had just been pumped into her onto the floor. 

A deep and sultry scoff rumbled in the man’s throat as he swiftly let go of Ishtar and allowed her to fall back onto the floor, her cheek pressing firmly against the incredibly fogged mirror. He watched as she seemingly studied herself in the mirror, still processing just what she had become today. “You like seeing yourself in the mirror like that? You enjoy seeing the slut that you truly are?” He didn’t hesitate to grab her by the hair and hoist her up until she was sitting on her knees and perfectly level with his massive member. “So, tell me, you little slut. Just who do you belong to? Tell me.”

Ishtar looked at herself in the fogged mirror as the man slapped his cock down against her cheek, watching as the condensation started to fade away. And in her reflection, she saw herself with a bright smile on her face, her makeup smeared due to the sweat, and her eyes glazed over in pure satisfaction and desire. “You, Master. I belong to you. From now until the end of my days. I belong to you and this cock.” Ishtar quickly turned her head and placed a few loving and affectionate kisses onto the thick shaft that now rested against her cheek, simply loving the fact that she had just been pumped full of enough spunk to get her pregnant.