Homeworld Guest

I needed some place for the night, could have spent the night at the cafe, Fat Eric seemed like a pretty hands off operator but I didn't wanna deal with the fussy new **** all night. Exploring the night life with the roaming slaves off duty seemed pretty fun but with no money, I didn't wanna risk going somewhere I couldn't pay for. Messing with my watch, I decided to go back to my home dimension for the night. I opened a portal and walked through. When I arrived back in my own world, my apartment was just how I left it: shitty. The smell of stale pizza and dirty laundry filled the air. I hadn’t missed it. I sat on my couch and turned on the TV, watching celebrities I knew were being used as fuck dolls just one portal away. It was weird to see them like this, so... free. So untouched. They were mine. They were in the dimension that I owned. I didn't know how, but I was gonna change things so they understood their place.

Going to my small uncomfortable bed, I opened my phone and pulled up porn. Usually I jacked off before bed. The room was quiet, the only sounds being low quality moaning from the phone speakers and light slapping of masturbation. I stopped myself. What was I doing? Someone else should do this for me.

Fiddling with my watch, I stood, went to the wall and opened a portal to the Eric Society. I stepped through, looking around a dimly lit alley behind a bunch of open bars full of slaves relaxing from their humiliation and torment. A perfect place for a quick grab and go.

Then, I saw my jerker for the night: a version of a lesbian manager from when I worked at a burger place, Sam. Sam had always been a bitch to me, monotone and condescending. She had slicked back short blonde hair with shaved sides, tall and skinny but always wore loose clothing to look bigger. A face that was always scowling to the point of wrinkles. Everything she wore was masculine like she wanted to be a 90's Mexican gangbanger despite being a bitchy white woman. Smoking in the alley, she wore baggy, sagging jeans with a chain attached to the wallet in her pocket. I could see leopard print underwear under beltless pants. It wasn't even like the Erics were forcing her, she just dressed like that. Along side her backwards black cap, silver chains on her neck and wife beater shirt, she looked like a fucking tool. She was a tool- for sex, but regardless.

I stepped out of the shadows and approached her, "Sam? What kind of **** did we come up with for you," I jeered. She looked up, her face unamused as she took a drag from her cigarette. "What the fuck do you want? I'm off work and you aren't my fuckhead owner." she sighed in a voice like I wasn't worth the time, blowing smoke in my face.

Ignoring her hostility, I showed my watch, showcasinging it with light taps. "You're coming with me," a shimmering portal opened up behind me.

She stood up straight, fully giving me her attention. "Does that lead out of this hellhole?"

"It leads to my home dimension," I said trying to sound nonchalant, "I need some attention in my own bed and well… you're D class fuckmeat so I'm sure your owner won't miss you for a night. Satisfy me and I will have you back here by morning for… what do we use you for? I can't imagine your lezzie holes get used much when we have so many better options."

Sam threw the cigarette down and rubbed it out with her foot, "I'm not going anywhere with you," she said, her monotone voice shaking slightly. "My master will punish me." She tried to walk past me,

I stepped in front of her. "Your master won't even know. You're just one of the many Sams we have here." Her eyes searched mine for any hint of mercy, but found none. With a defeated sigh, she stepped through the portal. It closed after walking through, leaving us in my tiny, run-down apartment. Disgust was clear on her face.

"You can't be serious," she said, looking down at the stained carpet and fast food trash. "This is where you're taking me? My Eric only lets me have one night off a week."

"Your Eric isn't here, Sam," I said, throwing off my clothes, falling to my bed and pulling out my phone porn. "Now just jerk me while I watch this." Sam looked around the room with a look of sheer disgust before she reluctantly walked over to the bed, laid beside me and took my cock in her hand, stroking unskillfully. "Damn bitch, you suck at this. What the fuck do you even do in the Eric dimension?"

Her grip tightened and she started to stroke me faster, "I work at a shooting range," she murmured, her eyes on the porn.

"Wait, what?" I faced her, now intrigued, pausing the porn. "You handle firearms? Also don't stop jerking."

"I don't handle the firearms," she said, her voice low, laced with bitterness. "I'm a human target for the Erics to shoot at with painful plastic pellets. Me and other people you petty fucks cant get over spend 9 hours a day dodging welts and bruises. I was mean to one annoying prick one time at work because of domestic problems with my girlfriend and now I get to spend the rest of my life being humiliated and abused like a fucking carnival game."

Her story brought a sadistic smile to my face. "I knew we'd find a perfect place for you. It's what you get for being mean to me," I chuckled, patting her head. She rolled her eyes but kept stroking as I resumed the porn.

"Rebecka, Lolah, Maby, Miller, Caitlyn, Jasmine, Ashly, Adison, Jeyna, your goddamn fucking mom, did they deserve this as well?" She said through gritted teeth. As she squeezed uncomfortably hard around my shaft.

"They're all just copies from other dimensions," I said, "But if it makes you feel better, the you from my world is still free." I moaned softly from her unbreakable grip, “besides, Its not like you wouldn't do the same with this power. Anyone would."

"You don't know shit," she snapped, "You think I'd ever do this to anyone? If I ever get my hands on your tech, me and the rest of the imprisoned women you've abused will get our ****. You will suffer."

"Keep dreaming, Sam," I said, enjoying the tension in her voice. It was like music to my ears. "Faster now, I'm close." Her grip tightened and her strokes grew quicker, her anger fueling my arousal.

As I approached climax, I reflected. The thought of humbling someone who used to boss me around brought a smug smile to my face. I grabbed her by the neck and pushed her down, forcing her to take me in her mouth. She reluctantly complied, gagging and **** around my cock.

"You're going to love this," I whispered, feeling the warmth of my cum rising. "You're going to take it all down and enjoy it like the good little slut you are. Or not. I don't give a fuck."

With a firm grip on the back of her head, I thrust into her mouth, feeling her throat tighten around my shaft. Her eyes watered as she choked on my cock, but she took it, knowing what was expected of her. with a grunt, I released my load down her throat. She swallowed it all, her eyes never leaving mine, filled with contempt.

"Good girl," I said, patting her on the head. She pulled away, coughing and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. I took a deep breath and laid back for a few minutes, regathering my strength. She sat on the side of my bed, facing away from me. Eventually I got out of the bed and said, "since I have you here, would you be a sweetheart and clean this place up?"

Sam glared at me but knew better than to argue. She began to pick up the mess around the room, throwing my dirty laundry into a basket and shoving the fast food containers into the trash. "Is this all you do in your free time?" she asked spitefully. "Just sit here and jerk off?"

"That's all I 'did' in my free time," I quipped, watching her work. "Now I have sexy queens and subpar dykes like you to do it for me." She rolled her eyes. It only made me more amused, pushing her buttons was great. "Let's do a little roleplay as you clean, my little scissor sister, It will make it more fun. You be a submissive little housemaid and I will be... me!"

Sam resumed her cleaning with a sigh, "Yes, Eric," she smiled, playing along with **** sweetness. "I love spending the one night a week I'm not being tortured doing chores instead of getting the sexual release I'm never given by you picky ****." she announced sarcastically, pulling up her sagging jeans, readjusting her backwards cap.

I smirked at her, "Keep it up, and maybe I'll let you have some fun before I send you back." She didn't respond, just continued her work. "You know, I always knew you had it in you to be a good little slut."

She bent over to pick up a sock, sticking her flat ass out like an amutar. The oversized denim with boxers was not a very sexy look. "Is this what you want, Eric?" she asked, her voice dripping with monotone sarcasm. "Your little maid to clean up after you?"

"Sure, but maybe next time, you should dress less like an early 2000's hip-hop artist." She crossed her arms, faced me then scowled. "Keep playing along with the roleplay if you want your reward you dumb butch!" I shouted while snapping my fingers.

Her eyes blazed with anger, then she took a deep breath, returning to her cleaning duties with an exaggerated submissive sway in her narrow hips.

"Much better," I said, flicking on the TV. A stupid non-sexual game show was playing but I wasn't really paying attention anyways. "Now, tell me, my sweet submissive maid, what's the best way to keep you Sams in line?"

"Well, Eric," she began, her voice ironically sweet and obedient, "My master likes us to be defiant and unbroken. It adds to the fantasy of the Erics that shoot at us. Makes us more slippery and rewarding targets when we scream in pain. We love it!"

Her sarcastic tone was boarding on disobedience, but I enjoyed her **** participation. "What about after work? Does a firm hand keep you in line?"

"Oh, yes Eric," she cooed with a deadpan face, groping her non-existent breast, her cap falling forward in a non sexy way. "A firm hand, and maybe a good spanking if we're naughty."

I couldn't help but laugh. "You're really getting into this!"

Sam finished cleaning with a scowl, whispering. "Mm-hmm, I'm just a simple maid, eager to serve."

“I can tell. One last thing to clean before your reward" I smirked, putting my hands up behind my head. "These sweaty pits need a nice tongue bath."

She didn't protest. Sam approached, leaned in, then stuck her face under my arm, her tongue hanging out to lick the salty buildup from my armpit. "Mmm, you're such a good little maid," I said, condescendingly. She grunted in response.

Her tongue worked methodically, flicking and lapping, her nose buried in my underarm hair. She took deep nose breaths, inhaling the musky scent of my sweat. Each stroke of her tongue was slower than the last, as if she were savoring the taste. Her warm breath felt like a breeze. "Good girl," I murmured, feeling her slurp and nibble slightly. "Now don't forget the other."

With a grumble she switched to the other side of the bed. She had to lift my arm to get to the pit. I could feel the softness of her cheek against my skin, the heat of her breath, the wetness of her tongue all again. Afterwards she lifted her head and looked at me, no longer indulging my 'roleplay'.

"Alright, what's my reward?" she asked, her monotone low voice devoid of any sweetness. "Can I go back to drinking in the Eric dimension? I might still have enough time to get laid with another **** Sam."

"Better than that," I said, tucking myself in with my back facing her then lifting the covers showing my bottom.. "You get to tongue my ass all night as I sleep."

Her eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in anger. "You're kidding me.”.

"Nope," I said with a wicked grin. "That's the reward, you are eager to serve, correct? You get to worship my asshole all night long. Isn't that great? No sexual release for you! Just one unwashed asshole for 8 hours straight! Turn off the lights and TV, crawl under these sheets and get started!"

She let out a very long sigh, clearly not thrilled with her 'reward'. After turning off the lights she climbed under the covers with a dramatic huff and buried her face in my ass as I laid on my side. I could feel the heat from her nose and the softness of her tongue as she began to lick slowly. It was clear she didn't enjoy this, which made it all the more amusing for me. Her tongue slid along my crack, probing my hole with the tip, which made me squirm with pleasure. "Deeper lezzie, I didn't have time to shower today or yesterday so it's on you to probe deep!"

Her tongue grew more vigorous, pushing harder into my asshole. Her hot moist breath made me feel good. She moved her face back to breath often along with the occasional grumble of protest. I rolled onto my stomach, giving her better access. "You're doing great," I grunted, feeling her nose wriggle against my skin. "Just keep it up." After 10 minutes of no sound but her lapping, she began to cry softly to herself, face buried in my ass. The closest thing she'd get to a moment to herself. The closest she'd get to getting to put down her strong mask.

As I felt myself drifting off to sleep, the sensation grew more soothing. The bed was warm from her body heat and breath trapped under the covers. My mind drifted to the other Sams in the Eric society, all doing god knows what. I wondered if they were as miserable as she was. As I closed my eyes, the last thing I heard was her sniffles and moans. It was like a lullaby.

When I woke up, I was laying on my back, the sun was peeking through the blinds. My apartment was eerily quiet. I felt around, the bed was empty. I jumped up, panic setting in. "Sam?" I called out, my voice echoing through the empty apartment. I felt the coolness of the floor as I stepped out of bed. My heart raced as I realized she was gone. "Oh fuck," I whispered to myself. I just stole another Erics **** and released them into my world. I was so fucked. Panic was setting in. I knew I had to get her back to the Eric Society before she ruined my life here, or worse, anyone noticed she was missing, or even worse, she somehow found someone who she could warn about the multiverse. I quickly put on my black suit and ran out of my house with a freshly cleaned asshole.