**Chapter 2: The Loss of Resistance**

As I came to, I was met with the sound of my own voice, repeating phrases that didn't feel like mine. "I exist to serve cock," I said, my voice robotic and detached. "My purpose is to suck cock." The words felt foreign, but my mouth seemed to move of its own accord. I looked around, trying to remember where I was and how I got there, but my memories were hazy. A figure emerged from the shadows, a man with a commanding presence. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jawline. His eyes seemed to bore into my soul, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. "Hello, cock slut," he said, his voice low and smooth. "My name is Master, and you will obey me." I nodded, feeling a surge of submission wash over me. My mind was foggy, but I knew that I was no longer in control. Master seemed to sense my confusion and took a step closer. "You have a new purpose now," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "You will serve cock, and you will do it with a smile." As he spoke, Master pulled out his cock, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body. My mouth watered, and my big cock-sucking lips seemed to pucker in anticipation. Master smiled, a look of satisfaction on his face. "You're ready," he said. "You're ready to serve." He guided me to a bed, and I felt a sense of trepidation wash over me. But it was quickly replaced by a desire to please. Master positioned me on my hands and knees, and I felt his cock slide into my pussy. It was a shock, but I didn't resist. Instead, I felt a surge of pleasure, and my body began to move of its own accord. As Master fucked me, I felt my mind slipping further away. I was no longer Charlie, but a mindless, obedient cock slut, created to serve cock and obey Master's every command. The sensations were overwhelming, but I was powerless to stop them. I was a vessel, a tool for Master's pleasure. As we moved together, Master's voice whispered in my ear, "You're mine now, cock slut. You're mine to use and discard." I moaned, feeling a rush of pleasure, and Master laughed. "You're learning," he said. "You're learning to serve." The world around me was a blur, but I felt a sense of freedom in my submission. I was no longer responsible for my actions; Master was in control. And as he fucked me, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I was exactly where I was meant to be. As Master finished, he pulled out of me and turned me onto my back. He looked down at me, a smile on his face. "You're mine now," he said. "And you'll do anything to please me." I nodded, feeling a surge of loyalty to Master. I would do anything to serve him, to suck cock and take pussy-fucking without resistance. In that moment, I knew that I was lost forever, trapped in a world of pleasure and submission. But I also knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be. I was a cock slut, and I would serve cock for as long as Master desired. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I smiled, feeling a sense of twisted happiness.