Clothes Make The Man

Miranda

“Come on you dirty cunt licker get your tongue in there.” I gripped Green Smock’s skull and held her tight against my crotch. I can’t believe Brett was making me do this. He better have a good explanation for me when all this was done, or else… or else I’d… I wouldn’t let him fuck me! But… then he’d probably go off with Daisy, or this cunt. Fuck!

I heard a retching at my crotch. The carpet eater had extended her tongue too far.

“No gagging.” I pulled her head away from my pussy, and slapped her across the face. Gently, lovingly. How was this girl ever going to suck Brett’s dick if she gagged while eating pussy? Ugh, why was I thinking like that? She wasn’t going to touch him. Though it would have been fun seeing this little lesbian crying and cumming around his dick while he pulled on her hair. Yumm.

I held my toy’s face back to my crotch as I imagined the scene. He was so sexy when he put Daisy in her place, making her fuck that stupid bear right in front of me. She was so ashamed, but she still did it anyway. The thirsty bitch. Sure it hurt my feelings that he used the bear I got him... but it was his bear, so he could do whatever he wanted with it. It wasn't that big of a deal. Especially when he promised that Daisy would only be fucking that from now on. Cherry.

I looked down at Green Smock, and her adoring eyes. So I rubbed my pussy across her face a little bit, so she didn’t get any stupid ideas about me liking her. All she was good for was providing me a little stimulation, and she wasn’t even good at that. No way I was going to cum from this thing.

Brett’s dick had ruined me. I couldn’t imagine cumming with anything else. Big, hard, glistening with daisy’s drool.

Oh fuck her!

I couldn’t stop thinking about how good he felt after she blew him the other day. I’d never seen him so hard before. What was her secret? I wish I could blow him like that. Then we wouldn't need Daisy. Wait... we don't need daisy anyway. She's not involved in our relationship, and she's never fucking Brett again. It's just me and Brett... and Green Smock I guess. But only so we can help Thetis, then it would just be the two of us.

Green smock put her hands on my legs and tried to pry her face away from me. “What?” I barked, upset that I been **** to stop thinking of how Brett would destroy this girl if he was here instead of me.

“I couldn’t breath.” She blew her nose to get some of my juices out of her nose.

“All you lesbians are good for is eating pussy, and you can’t even do that right.” I rolled my eyes.

She whimpered. Pathetic. “Love making is supposed to be tender and caring… you’re being kind of mean to me.”

I put my foot on her shoulder, and kicked her over onto her back. “That’s great. Go find a dyke to make love to you once I’m done fucking your face.” I then crouched over her mouth and had a seat. Just imagine if Brett was behind me fucking her while she chocked my my pussy. It would be **** for her!

Mmm

I started playing with my clit as her tongue delved into my pussy. What a fun little fantasy. Feeling merciful I reached back with my free hand and started toying with her cunt. You can’t just take take take from people and not give anything back. She was quite wet for me already, fucking disgusting. She took one finger, and I thought that would be good enough. It wasn’t like I wanted any more of her slime on me than I needed. Then I started thinking of Brett again, and his big dick. If this girl was going to take it, she needed a little training right? Not that I would ever allow this thing to touch my man, but it was fun for that fantasy of it all. So two fingers, then three. “Come on you bitch, you can take more.” She was having trouble with the pinky, but I’d get her there.

For Brett.

Brett

Oh man it felt good making gains on my wife! Ho man! I was back baby. The old ticker might have been damaged, but the dicker was working just fine! I mean sure, I hadn’t boinked her yet, but she’d be mine soon enough. The math was all there, I just had to follow through on it.

I didn’t want to go back to the apartment and interrupt Miranda, and Brooke’s training session, although fun fun fun. So instead I did the only thing I could do.

*Knock knock knock*

“Hey Daisy it’s Brett, I’m back from the hospital and I want to talk.” Marvelous silence, for a few minutes no matter how hard I knocked or called.

Eventually the door did open. Only to reveal that Daisy had been replaced by an equally freckled Asian lass. “She’s not here, okay psycho?”

“Oh.” I was kind of surprised. How many lesbians did Rae have in there? “I saw the light was on, I’m sorry.” Awkward. “Did she say where she was going?”

“No, she left pretty much first thing.”

Was she trying to avoid me, now that I was out? If so well played Daisy. She knew I'd be coming for her. Still did she really think she could stop me from collecting those last fifty points she owed me? “I’m sorry, are you new?”

The young lady nodded. “I just got out of reeducation this week. Rae is... we're dating now.”

I furrowed my brow. “They hit another island while I was out?”

“No. I’m from Serenity island, like you.”

That broke my heart. For two months this woman was resisting reeducation and I didn’t even know about it. We could have been, we were supposed to be allies in our resistance to Thetis, but I’d let her down. For some reason I felt so much guilt that this woman had endured so much, while I was off getting laid. “That’s such a long time.”

“Yes.” She looked off with the hollow eyes of a veteran. “But Rae finally showed me how to think properly.”

I bet she did. “You’re from Serenity huh? What year did you graduate?” She gave me a date that wouldn’t horrible date this piece or the writer if read years from now. “Nice, I was two years before that. So we were in school together!”

“That’s the year my brother graduated.”

“No kidding. Who’s your brother?”

“John Kim, I’m Emma Kim.”

“Yeah I know John…” I wave of sadness washed over me. I missed my home, and the people on it. The simple familiarity I had walking around my island was gone. I saw her face pale as well. “I miss the guy… I miss a lot of people… I miss everyone. The people in Skyros aren’t who they were on the surface.”

“It’s best I don’t see him anymore… he’s a man.”

“Well I’m sorry to hear that. Family is so important.”

“The sisterhood is my family now.”

I nodded. “At least you found one eventually.”

She looked at me with a lopsided frown. “You’re not like I thought you’d be.”

I smiled. “Daisy told you about me huh?”

That seemed to confuse Emma. “Why would she?”

Oh Daisy, you naughty little girl. You were keeping play time with daddy a secret. “Being the only man in the city I…”

“Pretty self important, aren’t you?”

“I am a man.” I leaned into that one. “Well sorry to bother you, I’m next door if you ever need a friend or someone to talk to. I get kind of bored all by myself.” I went to leave. “It’s good to see you again.”

“D-do you have any story’s about John?”

I stopped mid-step. “Yeah, of course.”

“Did…” She half hid behind the door. “Did he ever hurt any one? Like… a girl?”

I turned back to her, I hadn’t planned any of this. “No, of course not.”

“Because I have all these memories of people saying he did, but I don’t remember remembering it.”

“Like those memories were put there.” I suggested.

“Maybe… I’m sorry to bother you.” She started to close the door. “I bet you want to get back to… killing bugs or something.”

I got my hand in the door, which was always a risky venture with the residents of this apartment. They loved slamming it into me. “Can you answer a question for me?”

She was hiding behind her door fully now, looking at my fingers blocking the door with a trembling jitter. I caught her gaze.

“You can slam that door and break my fingers, the power’s all with you. I just want to ask a question.”

She gulped, and looked at me. How could someone be so scared of a person they’d never met? I’d only lived a gentle life before coming to Skyros. It was these bitches and their paradise which had made me dangerous. “What is it?”

“What exactly happens to you, in reeducation?”

Jasmine

My insides were a ball of knots, and everything in my bowels felt liquid and hot. My bare feet padded up the tiled steps of the restaurant I was meeting Thetis at. The matre de wouldn’t even let me inside until I told her I was here to see Thetis. That got me in, but only just. This was so humiliating! Curse that man. How could he do this to a person he claimed to love?

I was escorted to Thetis who was with her usual entourage of guards, and servants. Everyone in the restaurant was staring at her adoringly. The room was completely silent, since they all just looked at her and rubbed their thighs together.

“Sorry I’m late.” I bowed to the goddess and hope she didn’t express the faintest bit of contempt at my outfit, otherwise I’m sure I would have died.

“It’s alright my dear, you making the effort to come see me is all that matters.” She paused and looked me over. Oh goddess no! She didn’t make any expressions that told me she was dissapointed, but I could feel the air shift around her. “That’s an interesting outfit.”

I looked down at a steak knife on the table. If I killed myself right then and there I wouldn’t have to deal with the shame. “Yes Mi’lady I’m sorry. Brett chose this outfit.”

“Please be seated, and don’t look so nervous. It’s not good for the baby.”

“Right.” I exhaled not feeling the least bit better, and held my hand to my stomach. I'm not sure what was inside of me could even be considered a baby yet, not even by Texas standards. I sat down, and looked to her with a strained smile.

“Brett chose this outfit for you, today did he?”

I flushed with shame, why didn’t I lie and just say I had an aneurysm? “Yes before, you liberated me he would get me dressed sometimes.” I blushed, I guess all the times we had together weren’t horrible. When he wasn’t **** and leering at me. “This one time I read an article about a woman who let her husband dress her for a month, and I thought it was really cute. So I asked him if he wanted to do that, and he was all on board. He was so sweet, and utterly without taste. He has a foot thing, so it was always like, tights, or knee highs, but he really did put a few cute outfits together. Plus he would actually dress me, and it was so… special. He would pull my panties up, and kiss my thighs as he did, and just hug me.”

Woah. Where did that come from? My body was tingling at that sweet memory. There’s no way that story was of the person I was dealing with this morning. I blushed, yet again, and looked over at Thetis who had the slightest smile on her face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t talk about a man like that.”

“Yes.” Thetis nodded. “It does feel out of place in Skyros. But you shouldn’t be ashamed. Men are not wholly without their sweet moments, but remember that those moments are just to further their goals of exploitation and domination.”

“Of course Mi’lady.”

“That also doesn’t quite explain, why he chose your clothing for today.”

“No.” I agreed. “It doesn’t.”

“Though, the outfit itself does show a clear contempt for me. Didn’t you have to good sense to choose something else when you saw what he wanted?” I looked back at the knife. Dying would be been preferable to seeing her dissapointed with me.

“Mi’lady I am so sorry.” Tears were filling my eyes. I failed her! I failed her!

“Answer me honestly Jasmine, what happened?”

“I don’t know! I just woke up a few days ago and I wasn’t able to get dressed, but somehow I knew that I’d be able to if I got his permission.”

That was the only time I ever saw Thetis looked panicked. She glared to one of her guards. Mel I think her name was. “Bring me Brett, kill him if he resists. If he has a phone, get it away from him as fast as possible.”

“Yes ma’am.” The guard broke off into a sprint, like a jungle cat.

“W-what? What’s happening?” Kill Brett?

She placed her hands on mine, and cradled them gently. I suddenly felt completely at peace. If Thetis wants Brett dead, who was I to argue? It’s not like I loved him, or anything. “It’s alright my dear. None of this is your fault. There’s this sort of game, that I play with other people like me. I hadn’t realized that Brett was one of my opponents. That’s all. It’ll be alright.” She petted my face, and it got hard to think about anything but the burning in my loins.

“I love you.” I moaned leaning into her hand.

“I love you too.” She smiled at me.

I closed my mouth, and looked into her eyes as tears ran from mine, and she just held and smiled me as I came.

I fucking told you boys, we rippin!

Brett may have plenty of plots and plans, and priest-like patience, but how well does he do thinking on his feet? What's he going to do when he goes from a nuisance to public enemy #1? Does he has the traits, skills, and guts to survive, or does hope for Skyros die with him?

Join us in the final days of this Branch to see if you've given Brett everything he needs to survive.