Of slavery and friendship

“I feel like things moved so quickly between us,” Leon began as he flipped on the overhead lights.

Photography equipment cluttered the space. Reflectors, tripods, and standing lights stood forgotten. Leon duly noted the state of the place in case he ended up living there.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong; I’ve got like zero regrets about what went down between us.”

“I bet you don’t,” she chuckled. They found a few simple metal fold-out chairs and set them up across from each other.

“But we don’t know each other. We had sex - but even that was mostly thanks to the System. I’ve always dreamed of fucking you. Using you like I did... well, it fulfilled a lot of desires for teenage me.”

“So you’ve said.”

“But now that I have the System, I’m ready to start figuring out what will fulfill adult me.”

“Making me your bedroom **** isn’t enough for you?”

Leon couldn’t tell her she was wrong. He’d been doing some thinking about the System since Cammy revealed the dangers they’d eventually face, and he was beginning to doubt if his relationships with these women were worth what it might cost them.

“We just need something a little more solid,” he said softly. “What’s the point in all this if we’re just having meaningless sex?”

“Have you thought about what I want at all? For all you know, meaningless sex is exactly what I’m looking for,” she said.

“Is it?” he asked.

“I’ve got so many other things on my mind right now that having a boyfriend - especially one like you with a ridiculous amount of strings attached - feels like it would be a detour I can’t afford to take right now.”

“Offering yourself up as a sex **** doesn’t count as a detour?”

“That’s stress relief,” she said. Her hand rubbed at the throat he’d abused a couple nights ago. “And a way to explore a side of me I never thought I’d get to.”

“At least let we carry some of that weight for you. As a friend.”

“A friend...?” She looked at him as if weighing how much he could be trusted with, and then she began to tell him bits and pieces about herself and a couple of the things she was struggling with.

The first thing she talked about was her relationship with her mother. Growing up and wanting to be just like her, then later finding out about and coming to terms with her mother’s rampant sexuality, and finally deciding that she would gladly give her body to her mom if it would keep their family together. Except, now she felt miserable because it turned out that she wasn’t enough.

Listening to her talk, Leon noticed how much of Lily’s self-worth rode on Marlene’s words and actions. Combined with how little she talked about her dad, he came to a tentative conclusion. Lily was most likely in love with her mom. Everything lined up when that context was applied to what she’s told him and what he already knew about her.

She even entrusted him with a brief depiction of the events that led to her first sexual encounter with her mom.

Marlene, likely in one of her severe bouts of lust, had walked in on a topless Lily making out with some guy she dated briefly after high school. The guy wigged out and ran off at the first sign of trouble, but Lily stayed put, sitting topless and **** on her bed.

By this point, she knew Marlene was in danger of starting an affair... or worse. So she didn’t cover up. Didn’t hide herself when her mom sat down on her bed and attempted to act the part of concerned parent. Didn’t call out the increasingly obvious looks Marlene took at her daughter’s bare titties. Didn’t stop her mom’s hands when they descended, frenzied, and began to attack her tits. Why would she? She wanted it just as bad as Marlene did.

Knowing what he did, it made sense when Lily briefly recounted the fleeting, inconsequential relationships she’d had over the years. None of them mattered, because she was already in love with someone else, after all.

And although she didn’t talk about Harlan all that much, every once in awhile she said something that helped him understand her respect for him. Being her main romantic rival, he expected Lily to have conflicting feelings toward him at the very least, but, as far as he could tell, that wasn’t the case at all. She appeared to love her father too, though in a strictly familial sense of the word.

It was Harlan who’d encouraged her to share her enthusiasm about fitness with the rest of the world by becoming a fitness instructor. She hadn’t made any progress towards that goal thanks to her family’s current situation, but she wanted put all her energy into making it happen once things at home were settled.

Leon asked about smaller stuff too. What were her hobbies? Tennis and swimming. What kind of food did she enjoy? She wasn’t picky, but she had an affection for seafood.

Before long she steered them toward the topic of her interest in being dominated.

“I never in a million years thought I’d get off on being used and belittled. The rough stuff always turned me on, but I thought that was where it ended. Your tricky little System thing must have awakened something, because now I can’t get enough of it.” She looked at his growing erection and unconsciously licked lips.

“Giving up control... not having to stress about if I’m doing the things you like... it’s so much easier when you order me around and use me as you please. Surrendering myself to you makes me feel so free. Ironic, huh?”

“With everything you have to deal with, I totally get how freeing it could be to let someone take charge,” he sympathized. “I’m the total opposite, I think. Most of the time I don’t feel like I’m in control of my life at all. Before the System, I could hardly leave my room. You’d think with a power like this I’d be dictating everything, but it’s a lot trickier than that. I guess I make it a lot trickier than that,” he said with a wry smile.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s like... okay, well this might make me sound like a self-important dickweed but the analogy fits. I’m like Superman.”

Lily snorted sarcastically and rolled her eyes.

“No, no seriously. Think about it. Superman has these crazy powers, right? He could fuck shit up if he wanted to, but his morals make it so he has rules. That’s kind of how I feel. Certain parts of the System’s power could let me get away with some real fucked up shit, but I can’t bring myself to be like that. I’m no Superman wannabe, but I have morals too.”

Especially about **** stuff. He had that man to simultaneously thank and hate for that particular aversion.

“At times my path seems pretty linear. All of this to say, that’s why I like taking ownership of you. It lets me have almost total control of something for once. Within reason, of course, because I’d never do anything awful to you.”

Lily walked over and kneeled down in front of him. “Why rush for something else when friendship and domination are giving us what we want?” She looked up at him obediently. “Take control of me all you want when we’re alone, sir. It’s what we both need.”

He wanted to take her ruthlessly from behind, but he had one more thing to get off his chest.

“I think I’m gonna take that job,” he said.

The hand that had been reaching for his cock fell short. “...Are you moving out, too?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

She frowned and looked down at the linoleum floor. “I liked having a friend to wait up for.”

“Sorry about that, but it’s a chance to follow my dream. I have this opportunity right here in front of me, and I gotta reach out and take it.”

“Another one of those things you don’t have any control over?” she asked sullenly.

“Pretty much. Your parents are gonna catch us sooner or later anyways. Do you really want to witness your dad kill a man when he finds me shacked up in your room?” Leon joked, but he was pretty sure Harlan would do it.

“Do what you’ve got to do then,” she sighed. “I can at least visit, right?”

“Absolutely. I’ll put my foot down and tell Arlette that I have to be allowed visitors. Besides, you’re gonna be my model. She can’t ban me from seeing my own model.”

“About that... I’m game and all, but do you really think people are going to want to see glamour shots of some sporty tomboy?”

“Tomboy? You think you’re a tomboy? You’re like the poster child for healthy, gorgeous women.”

This time when she reached for his cock, she was successful in freeing it from his pants. “Thank you for the compliment, sir. Could I ask you to prove it, for your undeserving ****? All this talk about models is making me kinda insecure.”

“Insecure? Are you saying that your master would settle for anything other than top-shelf commodities?”

“N-no, I-“

Leon lifted her up and pushed her back against the nearby wall. Her strong legs wrapped around his waist and held on for dear life. “We have 15 minutes left, and I’m gonna spend it fucking some sense into you. Got that?” he growled as he lined his meaty cock up with her dripping hole.

“I’ve never been fucked against a wall like this. I’m so wet for you, master. Please teach my naughty little pussy a lesson,” she crooned, fully embracing her more submissive persona now that all their cards were on the table.

He snaked his arms up under her armpits so his hands could get a firm grasp on her shoulders from behind. Her eyes met his with a question right when he shoved down on her shoulders. In less than a second, his cock was buried to the hilt.

“Hnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!” The high pitch shrill didn’t suit her, but that just made him want more.

“How the hell are we going to explain that to everyone out there?” he asked to tease her. There was like a 100% chance that a studio like this had soundproof walls, but she didn’t know that.

Her eyes widened and she looked over toward the door as if expecting a horde of people to burst in to investigate the source of the girlish squeal. The walls of her pussy gripped apprehensively to his cock.

“I didn’t even think about that! Oh god, let’s stop before-” She started wiggling up off his cock, but he shoved her right back down.

“Fuuuuuuaaaah~” Another uncharacteristic, sexy moan. “S-stoooop. They’re gonna find out!”

“Relax,” he breathed in her ear. “When I’m in control, you’re not supposed to stress. Trust your master.”

Her response was little more than an aroused whimper, but she leaned her head back and did as she was ordered.

“If they catch us, I’m not gonna stop. I’m gonna make sure they see the sheer look of ecstasy on your face when I pour my hot cum into your greedy, slutty womb. I wonder if they’ll be surprised to see a tough girl like you submitting to my cock like a bitch in heat.”

She clamped her teeth on his shoulder in a vain effort to contain herself.

“A sight like that’ll be seared into their brains.l for all eternity. Every time they see your face they’ll picture that sassy mouth of yours panting and drooling like a dog’s. They’ll never take you seriously again; in fact, I might as well get you a collar since everyone will know who your owner is.”

“It’s y-you~ You oh-ohhh-ohhhwnn me~!!” Her slippery hole milked his shaft, searching for the proof of ownership it knew was inside.

The self proclaimed tomboy grinded spastically on his swollen dick until they both achieved hot animalistic release. A primal satisfaction washed over him as his semen coursed through her tight passages and found the eager entrance to her womb, bursting through her birthing gates only to be slain by the sorcery of birth control.

Their sexual compatibility was off the charts.

They were both exhausted, but when she slumped against his chest, totally spent from their activities, it was his job as her master to set aside his weariness and support her.

“We’re so fucking busted. You could have held back a little,” she complained when air was able to reach her lungs again.

“Like you would have been satisfied if I didn’t give you 100%,” he chuckled, and touched the spot where her teeth had latched onto him like a vampire’s.

“Crap. I bit you too hard,” she said. Her tongue tended the bite marks with the gentility of a kitten’s.

“Don’t worry about it. That fiery side of you deserves to join in on the fun too - as much as I enjoy the helpless, girly side.”

“You know I could literally kill you, right?” she asked.

“Maybe, but you won’t,” he said with confidence, and gave her a kiss. “By the way, I’m like 99% sure the room is soundproof.”

Lily looked like she wanted to drop him off a cliff, but settled for a hard flick on the nose. “You TROLLED me?! I was so freaking scared!”

“In the interest of my health and safety, I apologize.”

“Asshole,” she huffed.