A Day In Skyros

Rae

6:17 AM

It was probably before the morning started. I was the only person in the reeducation center, with my current subject strapped into her learning chair. She was naked, except for the goggles covering the upper part of her face, and the device attached to her vagina.

“And what about this one?”

“9”

“Mhm, and how about her?”

“9”

“Very good. And this one?”

“Mrm, 5.”

Uh-oh. I looked up at the BBW on the screen and shook my head. “No ma’am. That’s male body expectations coating your taste. All women are beautiful.” I Pressed down on a big round button that looked kind of like a donut with a blue light at the center. Maybe it looked like a nipple, now that I think about it.

Once I pressed it a familiar high pitched whine filled the chamber, and the subject arched her back as the device went into over drive pleasuring her, meanwhile thousands of images of women with similar bodies and faces to the one on screen flashed through her mind at an insane rate.

“See all the things these chubbies can do for you? They have fatter vagina lips too, which I find fun to play with. But that’s just me.” I took my hand off the button, and watched through the glass window as she untensed and panted in her seat. “Let’s give you an easy one.” I went to the next image.

“Lady Thetis!” The woman cooed adoringly.

“That’s right. What do you rate her?”

The subject rubbed her pussy into the device with a true need now. “Ten, ten, she peeerfect.”

“Correct.” I leaned into the mic. “Stop rubbing yourself. You know you can’t cum until you complete your education.”

I could hear her whine, so cute. I could sympathize though. I’d been playing with her for a few hours, and my chair was absolutely soaked. I loved my job. “How do you rate this one?” I put a picture of myself up on the screen.

“S-seven.”

Bitch.

I cranked up the intensity on the sonic vibrator. “Incorrect.” I pressed the button and held it down. Then images of me I'd compiled into a special packet began to play for them. Just a few choice pictures of me looking sexy and dominating. You know, to get them in the right frame of mind.

I really shouldn’t have been doing this a second time. I barely got away with Daisy, without anyone noticing. But… this girl just had those darn freckles, you know I can’t resist them. Plus I having such fun with her I couldn’t stop now. I think Daisy would really like sister who was like her anyway. Her libido had sky rocketed ever since she started having me treat her like a little girl, it was hard for even me to keep up. So I think another pet was in order, to keep each other occupied.

“Remember no cumming.” I giggled to myself as the woman convulsed in her chair to no effect. She couldn’t if she tried, and she was trying. I finally let go of the button, before her vagina started smoldering, and let her cool down for a minute. “We’ll circle back to that one in a bit. How about this?” I flashed another image of me in a latex catsuit, riding crop raised over my head.

“T-ten.” The girl sobbed, humping her hips.

“You think she’s as beautiful as the goddess? How flattering.”

“And what about her?” I put up a image of her future sister-slut Daisy. Looking cute, nothing lurid. MmmMmmMmm those freckles. I squeezed my thighs together, anxious to get home to her.

“9”

“Very good.” I went to the next image. Daisy tied up with her feet behind her head, gag in her mouth, and her tits tied up with rope so tight it was turning them purple.

“Wuh?” The subject made an obvious noise of distress. “T-two!”

“It’s alright, she likes it.” I pressed that special little button again, downloading my entire collection of Daisy bondage pictures into her mind. “You will too, I promise. We’re going to start playing around with needles. Won’t that be fun?” I released the button and moved on to the next picture. A normal couple picture of Daisy and Me. I think it was us at The Virgin Islands, heh. “Three words to describe this image?”

“Umm, right, caring, fulfilling?”

“That’s right. Relationships between women are the only correct relationships. The only proper way for a woman to be happy and fulfilled. But remember marriage is not ownership, you must let your partner enjoy others around them.”

“Now give me three words for this image.”

The door to the control room, opened up. And I quickly scrolled past the images of me using Daisy like a toilet. Instead I skipped forward to a classic training scenario where she was exiting a bar to get to her car, and had to pass through a whole crowd of men, leering at her. I set up the sequence and fired it up, before the door was closed.

The subject started screaming, as bright strobe lights filled the room, and a current of electricity could be heard coursing through her body.

I turned in my chair to see who’d come in, and just about choked. “Thetis!” I gasped. “You’re up awfully early.”

The perfection of her smiled greeted me, warm as the sun. “If you want to rule the world, you don’t punch time clocks.” She stood besides me, and tenderly took in the subject as she had anxiety and phobia burned into her mind. “How’s she doing?”

“Well enough. Sexual conversion is just about complete. She has a strong relationship with her brothers, which is proving to be a problem.”

“Familial ties often are.” Thetis nodded. “Serenity Island proved to me much more interesting that we’d expected. First that man, now her.”

“Yes.” Few people resisted reeducation for as long as this gem had. Which only made me want to turn her into a raging slut more. She deserved more than the vanilla lifestyle Thetis shoved down the throats of these poor girls.

“Speaking of which, he’s your neighbor, is he not?”

I gulped. “He is, ma’am.”

“Have you noticed any… punishable behavior from him so far?”

Thanks you so much Miranda for inviting me to dinner. Did Thetis already know? Was she testing me? Sure I could have told her that, that animal had attacked Daisy, but then what? People would ask why I didn’t report it earlier, or worse Miranda would blow the secret about my own pet. “I haven’t noticed anything Thetis. We visited them for dinner one night, and he seemed… as well behaved as any animal in an apartment."

She smirked, then nodded, and I felt safe enough to exhale. So she was just looking for an excuse to get rid of him, good. She would find one, she surely would, and then I could rest at ease with my little secret. Well…

I looked through the window to the crying subject. Aversion therapy is always very upsetting for me to preform, but they have to learn that men are dangerous.

Regardless soon, I’d have two little secrets.

“Thank you for your patience in this matter. Miranda will tire of him soon enough, I assure you. Then things can to back to the way they are meant to be.”

I bowed my head. “If you permit him to be here, that is good enough for me.”

“I hate that he is here among you, but I’m grateful to Miranda for what she’s done.” She shook her head. “Miranda will realize her mistake.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Thetis leaned in to my mic, and turned it on. “Hello my dear.”

“Thetis?” The subject gasped, overjoyed as any of us would be to speak to the goddess.

“That’s right. I want you to know I’m very impressed with your willpower, and look forward to having such a forceful woman join my ranks. I hold no impatience towards you for holding out for so long. This process is all for you, take as long as you need to feel comfortable within The Sisterhood. I’ll be waiting for you. You’re special, valid human being, and I love you.”

I watched as these words rolled over the subject. Each sentence causing her to roll further, and further into ecstasy, until Thetis’ final words made her scream and cum.

“My lady.” I gasped in shock, watching the subject’s readings go haywire. “You broke her orgasm lock!” I couldn’t keep the admiration from dripping in my tone.

Thetis smiled mischievously. “Oops.”

Brett

8:00 AM

It’s probably been six days since I last caught you up on what I’ve been up to. Unfortunately I hadn’t increased the submission of any of my main targets. I didn’t want to make contract with Rae or Daisy until I had Miranda on my side. And she had some remarkable willpower, sitting one thrust away from orgasm for pretty much a week. I really under estimated her, she’d been spy after all, I guess her willpower would have to be pretty strong. Oh well. I didn’t feel any incredible rush to move forward with my plans, especialy when…

(Jasmine Fischer +3)(-79SP)

Good morning my sweet.

Especially when Jasmine's curse was being ground to powder with every passing day. Not that I planned on waiting the rest of the season our until she was mine. It would be a lot sooner than that. Miranda couldn’t hold out forever.

“Hey babe.” I knocked on the bathroom door. “I’m heading out, you sure you don’t want to come with?”

“Y-yes!”

“Alright, have a good day off.”

“Hey wait!”

“Yeah?”

“D-do you have the picture of me?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Good. Just remember to look at it if anyone tries to throw themselves at you.”

“Distract myself from the women who want to sleep with me, with a picture of a woman who doesn’t, got it. I’ll channel my high school self.”

Miranda

8:05 AM

He was losing patience with me. I tilted my head back in the bath, and whimpered. How much longer could I expect him to wait for me? He’d been such a gentleman, yuck, I know. What a oxymoron, but he really had been. He hadn’t tried to even touch me since our talk. What was I waiting for? For him to spit in Jasmine’s face, as he carries me off towards the horizon?

I rubbed a little faster.

He was being obedient for now. But he was a man. His lust would overtake him eventually, and I’d get hurt again. It wasn’t his fault, he was just a man. This is what I signed up for when I chose him. A life time of needing to keep him satisfied. Mmm, but what a life.

I put a third finger inside myself, and sunk a little deeper into the water. My other hand was rubbing my clit, but my shoulder was starting to get sore. You want to talk about mental hangups? I haven’t cum since the night we almost had sex. I felt so guilty for not going there with him, that my body wouldn’t climax, and believe me I’d tried. I was trying right now, but nothing. It just felt like I was banging my head against a squishy, red hot wall.

I didn’t owe him sex, so why was I doing this to myself?

I rubbed even faster, and closed my eyes shut. I blasted through my hottest fantasies, and favorite encounters in a **** attempt to get there. Fucking Rae’s ass. Cuddling with Raquel, that threesome I had with Dalisay and her wife. Even some of the performative lesbian stuff from my time on the surface, squirting, and scissoring, even that hyper sexual toxic stuff wasn’t getting me close. The only thing that almost got me there, just aaaaaalmost was thinking about how Brett had said he loved me and would have left Jasmine if I’d asked.

My pussy quivered, my body constricted, and then.... It faded. Back to nothingness, leaving no release and no joy.

I slammed my fists against the tub, and submerged myself completely beneath the water. I stared up at the ceiling angrily, and screamed at the top of my lungs, as loud as the water would allow.

Brett

8:30 AM

I don’t want you to think I’d just been sitting on my hands not getting anything done. Once I found out you could upgrade traits for the low low price of 100 points, and that you could use other girl’s points on those traits, I realized I had the chance to push my four targets further, if I just skimmed off the top of a few other ladies…

“Green tea latte?”

“Not this time.”

“Trenti iced coffee, 12 pumps sugar-free vanilla, 12 pumps sugar-free hazelnut, 12 pumps sugar-free caramel, 5 pumps skinny mocha, a splash of soy, coffee to the star on the siren's head, ice, double-blended.”

“Fine.” (Brooke Filmore -3)(-27)

“And no spit in it, this time please.” Brooke in the green smock, stared at me, grabbed a cup, and spat in.

*Brett will remember this*

I know there was a risk to making even more women in this place mad at me, but they hated me already. I might as well get some points off of it.

She mixed up my drink, half the shit ending up the the blender, and smacked it down on the counter for me. “Thanks Green Smock, hey, can I maybe get a smile to go along with this?”

She frowned at me, then ever so briefly gave a brief cheery smile. (Brooke Filmore-1)(-26SP)

Oh so close!

Elanor

10:00 AM

“Annnnd release.” I exhaled and collapsed on the floor with the rest of the class. “Good work everyone.” Kate the Yoga instructor praised the class. I rolled myself over, and fanned my face furiously. “Now just as a reminder, I’m going to be preparing for the operation in Guam, so next week will be my last class for a few months, okay guys?”

The whole room gave a chorus of lament, at the loss of our favorite teacher, even me.

“Aww, I know, I love you all too. But there can be no rest while at least one woman lives in bondage. But on the good news the community center is looking for a new instructor, so if you know anyone who would be interested in the position, let the front desk know.”

I had no idea who’d they choose to replace Kate, but there’s no way she’d be half the instructor she was. I guess all I could do was wait and see. I went my locker to retrieve my stuff, and noticed my phone had a notification on it.

The Fischer woman's test results came back positive.

Brett

10:30AM

“Come on, Brown Smock, you’re killing me here. Just answer the question.”

“Yes, dumb ass. You can use a nail to hang up a picture.” (Lyn Shapiro: -2)(-33SP)

I put my hands on my hips and stared at the supply store employee with an incredulous look. “We’re at the bottom of the ocean. There’s no way we can just run around punching holes in stuff.”

She screamed without opening her mouth, and made a motion to rip her brown hair out. She was so pretty guys. “You’re not punching a hole through the outer wall. We have drywall. On the surface you don’t punch a hole through your outer wall, when you nail something do you?”

I nodded my head seemingly understanding. She looked around for any other customers that might be in the store, but it wasn’t looking good for her.

“So what about screws?” I held up a long screw and looked at it like a cave man who just found a fire. “I feel like these would would better, because the water can’t just push them out if I hit the outside…”

She grabbed her beanie, and pulled it over her face, this time not even bothering to close her mouth when she screamed.

Mel

11:30 AM

You don’t know who I am yet, but I’ve been around. I’m the one who kept your narrator friend, from hurting Thetis. A lot of my life could be described that way, at least the waking hours. So I won’t bore you any unnecessary details.

Thetis was having lunch at a bistro in Dome C. She was entertaining a few adoring sisters, when I came to stand behind her. Some people describe me as stiff, if that help you envision the scene.

“Are preparations for tomorrow all set?” She never took her eyes off her guests.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Find me the mother’s address, please. I would like to visit her today.”

“Yes ma’am.” And I did, and that was my day.

Brett

12:30 PM

“Blue Smock!” I cheered as I came into the pool supply shop. “I’m ready to tackle the tube, just need some wax for my board.” It felt good to have a board in my hands again. I’m sure that was symbolic of something, but I couldn’t quite figure it out.

“There’s a board shop at the beach.” The toad of a woman scowled as I entered for the sixth day in a row.

“Yyyyyyeah, but I like to support my local shops.”

She rolled her eyes. “You stupid ape, there is no supporting the shops. There’s no money. You’re just wasting my time.”

I looked around the abandoned shop. “I can see that. Say, answer me a question. Where are all the pools? Everyone here lives in apartments.”

“There’s a residential dome, that has houses with pools.”

“Ah, the 1% gotcha. So they keep you around to service their pools, but don’t let you set up shop in their dome?”

“I guess.” (Bertie McLagerdy:-1SP)(53SP)

Yeesh she was a rough customer.

“So where do you keep the board wax?”

She pointed towards the Jim Crow sign on her counter. “I have nothing here for you.”

I crossed my arms, and dug my feet in. “I am a human being! I will not leave. I demand you sell me the wax!”

“Sit Boy.”

Yup… that’s the risk of farming for points…

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Jasmine

2:17 PM

Who knew exercise could be better than sex? My muscles were singing after working out all morning. I was putting in all the work I could, so I could join the army. The last month I spent in Skyros was pure bliss, and I felt like I owed it to Thetis and all the sisters in the world to do my part.

As a results I was extremely sweaty, and wearing nothing up top other than a sports bra, when I opened the front door for my visitor. “Lady Thetis!” I gasped and got on my knees, and dared to only look at her besandled feet. Cute toes, naturally. Brett would have just died if he was where I was now. I wonder if she’d let me kiss them?

“No need for all that my daughter.” Thetis brushed past me, and entered my apartment, filling up every nook and cranny with her presence alone.

“I’m sorry for being such a mess!” I gushed, and closed the door, while also trying to cover myself from her. “I just got back from the gym. C-can I get you anything?”

“Nothing dear, thank you. Come sit. I heard you’re interested in joining my troops.”

“Yes ma’am.” I sat down where she patted, as obedient as any of the dogs I left behind in quarantine. “I want to do for other what you did for me.”

“Mmm.” She nodded her head, and looked around my barely lived in apartment. “I was thinking that perhaps you could do more.”

“Anything, anything.” I lowered my head. “I’d die for you.”

I could sense her pleasure at that statement, even thought I could not see her face. “I hear from reports of your reeducation, that you thought you could be carrying a baby?”

“Yes ma’am. But luckily you freed me from that burden. The thought of carrying some man’s child.” I wretched, I could hardly contemplate that horror now.

She brought her hand to the side of my head, and pinched my earlobe, just playing with it in a possessive kind of way. The pleasure I felt from that, felt like it was melting my brain. Like my ear was orgasiming or something. I don’t know.

“A man’s child would obviously be quite out of the question. But, what about mine?”

Brett

3:00PM

I did finally make it to the waves, just in case you were wondering. I did some of my best thinking while I was out there. Before I got sucked down to Atlantis it was all about the meaning of life, and how to be a good person. Now my thoughts were almost exclusively occupied with how to escape, and **** the women around me so I could milk their **** for points.

What a joke.

I got seven points from my daily run, plus 3 more from Jasmine. Not a bad run. I’d gotten bigger hits from Miranda and Daisy, but I wasn’t trying to have any sex with these ladies. Just make them sweat a bit. So far this week I'd gotten 31 points out of them. Not bad for a hard week's work. Brook and Bertie were so close to getting traits, I considered what I could do to push them over the limit. Then depending on their traits maybe I could go after them specifically for a day, for a big reward.

As I scooted through the tube, plotting malice and ill will, it began to collapse in on me. I don't think I was doing anything wrong, though I was a little distracted. But it did serve as a reminder, that even when you're on your game, sometimes the forces of nature are working beyond your control.

Daisy

6:00 PM

“Thank you Mommy, thank you mommy!” So close, so close, so fucking close. Probably the closest I’d gotten yet. Not one orgasm! Not one since Tuesday, what the fuck? Do you have any idea how big of a skank I am? I hadn’t gone a day with out coming since I was… well it would be unlady like of me to say.

I let out a whimper as the dildos in my ass and pussy started to slow down. “Mommy?” I whined in true distress. I looked back at Rae who’s head was down, and who’s chest was inflating with deep sleeping breaths. “Mommy!” I barked, throwing myself back into her her. “Uh, uh, uh!” Each time I went back to the base, ooooh so fucking close.

“Mmm?” Rae stirred away. She whimpered herself, and put her hand on my ass so I couldn’t **** her rubber cocks anymore. “No more baby, I have to go to bed.”

“No mommy!” I **** myself back on her. “I’m so close, just fuck me a little bit more. Tape a vibrator to my clit! Please please please.”

“No baby.” She shoved me off of her, and onto the bed. My needy ass and pussy queefed and farted needily as they were sudden render empty and gaping. “We’ve been doing this since I got home. I can’t take it anymore.”

She yawned, unbuckled her strap on, letting it drop to the floor. I watched miserably as she stumbled into the living room, and barely made it to the couch before falling asleep.

“Mommy…” I sobbed, clawing my fingernails into the sheets, actual tears streaming down my eyes. “...I’m so horny.”

Brett

9:00 PM

“Hat-cha-cha surfer dude in the house.” I made my grand entrance into the apartment pretty late in the evening. Once the lights went down on the beach, I laid in the sand for a while, watching the alien life forms swim around the dome.

“I’m in the bedroom.” Miranda called. From the drowsy quality of her voice, I bet she’d been napping when I came in.

So I stuffed my hands down my pockets, and moseyed my way on over to the bed room. “Took a look at that picture at the beach, and I gotta say, it helped.” I rounded the corer and entered the room, and saw my roommate spread out on the sheets of her bed, wearing my wife’s clothes, in what one would surmise was a sexy pose. “Oh I see.”

One of her hands was propping up her head, but the other slowly slide it’s way down into her shorts, where she dipped it into her forbidden tunnel. She pulled out the soaked digit and slowly ran her tongue along it, before swallowing it whole. “I’ve been waiting for you.”