A Man Can Only Take So Much

It was liberation day for your boy Bret. Finally I’d go from being a prisoner to being a ****, which I gotta say seemed like kind of a lateral promotion to me.

The day started off weird, because Eleanor actually entered my cell. She usually stayed behind the protection of the bars, and machine guns. Couldn’t risk the rabid surfer getting loose. “Congratulations.” She said calmly. Our two week relationship hadn’t softened her on me a bit. Any joy I sensed in her today was the relief that I was no longer her problem. “You’ve made it through my lessons, and you’re ready to serve your mistress Miranda now. But first.” She motioned for the guards. “A little parting gift.”

The two guards moved towards me, and slipped something cold and metallic around my neck. I’d played enough Fallout to know what this thing was. “A **** collar? Really? For a society fighting against discrimination you’re really playing all the greatest hits.”

“Sit boy.” Eleanor smirked.

“Wha-AAAAAAAAAH!” A lightning bolt surged through my body. My muscles convulsed, and I screamed out in pain as the collar sent electricity through my body. I’m pretty sure you could have seen my skeleton like in a cartoon. I collapsed to my knees gasping, when I was finally free of the current. “Holy shit.” I whimpered, truly in pain now. Was my hair smoldering? “Was that an Inuyasha reference? I knew you were a nerd.”

A blush crossed her face, and she steeled her gaze. “Sit boy.”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” It didn’t get more fun, the second time around.

“In order to make sure you don’t try to attack any of the sisters, we’ve put that collar around your neck. Any woman in Skyros can activate it if they feel threatened by you, at which point the collar will remind you of your place.”

“I’ve never hurt anyone!” I grunted getting back to my feet. “This is fucking cruel.”

“And now you never will.” She walked out of the cell, with her guards. “Come, Miranda is waiting for you.”

My muscles were still shaking and wouldn’t let me move for a few more moments, before I **** the issue. I grabbed the charger for my watch, and left the cell with no other possessions to my name. This, all blows!

I was escorted through Skyros to an apartment complex which started in in an open square underneath the domed city, and rose to the very top of the bubble. The city was tight, I’ll give it that. There was some beautiful Grecian architecture, clean streets that looked like they were made of marble, and babes babes besbs everywhere. I was practically on Themyscira.

My escort took me into the building, and onto an elevator seven floors up. There Miranda was waiting for me next to an open door, chilling out in something loose and comfortable looking. Her bare toes dug into the carpet, anxious as a rabbit.

“He’s your problem now, degenerate.” Elanor, made a sour face at Miranda as she dropped me off.

“Thank you Eleanor.” Miranda said softly. She must have gotten a good whipping while I was in prison. She was looking at the ground, and fully in retreat. A far cry from the bad ass surfer I used to know, but that applied to her in so many ways.

“Bye Bret.” Elanor didn’t bother looking at you as she left. “Enjoy paradise.”

I started at the shorty as she went off to do whatever these people do when they’re not **** islanders. “She’s a peach, huh?”

Miranda stood aside from her door, and gestured me inside. “Let’s talk in private.”

I shrugged and headed in, preparing myself for whatever battle was coming my way. Every day was going to be a war until I was ripping through the ocean waves once more. “Sounds good.” I entered Miranda… and my house, and holy crap. This girl had a god damn bachelor pad. It was a studio style apartment with a sunk in living room, a fire place, kitchen with a bar. Jimmeny cricket, this place was cool. Forgetting myself for a moment I ran to a window, and gawked at a school of fish passing by the window. “This is way better than your old apartment.”

“Rent is free here.” She closed the door behind her, and locked it.

“It really is a paradise.” You know, besides the war crimes, and never ending sense of hatred radiating off of the place.

“I like it.” She went to the cough, and laid down on it, long and lithe. “Now, have a seat, we have some things to discuss.”

I’ll say.

I sat down on a square white chair, and sunk into the cushion with ease. I felt like my best move here was letting her speak first. So I leaned forward, and engaged all my active listening skills.

She cleared her throat, obviously not really wanting to talk, but the situation kind of demanded it, didn’t it? “I’ve been talking to Thetis, and she had made me see that I was mistaken to think that I was in love with you.” Good start. “I was just confused, and separated from my sisters.”

“So you’re letting me go?” Worth a shot.

“No.” She was very clear on that point. “My attraction to you, she says is a simple perversion. Since I’m such a trusted agent of hers, she has allowed me to indulge my desires until I grow bored of them.”

“So you just want me for my body.” I couldn’t blame her, I was pretty hot. Objectively.

She nodded slowly, almost surprised that I understood. “Yes, i’m sorry. Any promises I made about this being a loving relationship, I… I was just not in the right state of mind. You are here to satisfy my sexual curiosities.”

“Sexual slavery then.” I nodded my head, and looked off into the middle difference. “At what point do you become worse than the people you’re fighting against?”

“That’s not fair, I… when I… I…” She didn’t have much to say, because it really was fair.

I checked my watch.

Miranda Hari = Submission -60

Good stuff. She was siting at a cool -20 when I first got the app. I’m guessing whatever they did to Jasmine happened to Miranda as well. Only it didn’t have as power of an effect on her. Maybe because she’d already gone through it once.

I sighed, and slid the app away.

Time to get to work.

I stood up, slid my swim trunks down to my ankles, and stepped out of them. Miranda was so shocked, she didn’t say anything, she just gawked. I began to walk towards her, slowly stroking the limp noodle in my hand.

“Wow, it’s, wow.” She said looking any my bare crotch. She pulled her legs up to her chest, as if to provide protection from me. “What do you think you’re doing anyway?” She asked my dick.

“This is what you want right? I’m all yours.” I was right in front of her now, jerking my limp dick right in front of her face.

She finally found the energy to shake her head, and look away. “This is going too fast.” Her breath was heavy. “Stop this, we should at least talk first.” She turned back to look at her prize. It was stirring to life now. “This is so wrong.” She breathed.

“Touch it.” I offered my scepter up to her.

She huffed, and glared up at me. “I’m in charge here Bret, don’t go ordering me arooooow!” She gasped in shock as I grabbed her wrist and led her hand to my penis. She recoiled at first, but once she got one touch she couldn’t stop herself from gripping the whole thing. It wasn’t my mojo or anything like that, at least I don’t think so. I think she was driven by pure forbidden curiosity. “It’s so soft.” (Miranda: +3sp)(57SP)

And we’re off to the races folks! That was such a weird sensation. I could almost feel her becoming more submissive towards me. Gotta say, not a bad feeling.

“It’s all for you.”

She nodded and smiled at the thing. That seemed to inspire a little more bravery in her. She wasn’t exactly stroking more, but she was moving it around trying to get a better look at it. “Oh yeah, all mine.” She purred, quite happy. “Now this is a man’s tool. Perfect for **** women, just look at it. It even looks like a weapon. What cruel thing gave something like this to a man?”

Dirty talk was obviously not her strong suit. I took my schlong back into my hand, and began stroking it before she could fully reduce me back to flaccid. “If you’re so interested in it, then let me show you how it works.” I knelt down by the couch, and used my free hand to rub her bare leg. Then I started going north. I may not have touched a woman in two weeks, but I still knew the basic layout.

“This is wrong.” She said again, feeling my hand brush, then rub the crotch of her panties. She wasn’t mythically wet, but the sauce was there. “You’re my friend. I’m a lesbian.” Did she want me to be her sex **** or not? I already had the collar on, so the fact that she was wishy washy on the subject was a little upsetting.

“Then tell me to stop.” I gripped onto the edge of her panties, and made it clear that I was going to rip them off it she didn’t stop me. “Or if i really am just a sex toy to you, let’s fuck.”

She scowled at me, and chewed on her lip deep in though. She was clearly weighing the option of letting us fuck, just to spite the other. However once I started to pull on her panties, she gasped in panic and tried to slap my hand away. Which just gave me motivation to go all the way, and rip them right off. The shredding sound of fabric thundered in my ears. This time she let out a small squeak of surprise. “Stop it! Stop it! I don’t want to do this.” (Miranda: +2SP)(-55SP)

I took my hand away, and held it safely in the air. I didn’t want to push my luck and get electrocuted. “Miranda do you want me or not?”

She jumped to her feet, torn panties tumbling to the ground. “How dare you ask me something like that?” She pushed me on my shoulder, and sent me sprawling back onto the floor. “It really isn’t any of your concern, whether I want you or not. You just have to be there when I do, so I suggest you keep that in mind.”

I sighed. “Of course, I’m sorry Miranda.”

She nodded, feeling like she was back in control of the situation. Though she didn’t know what I knew. That she’d just lost five points of resistance she wasn’t ever getting back. “Now go get me another pair of underwear. Since you destroyed mine, you knuckle dragging ape.”

“Of course Miranda, one pair of panties coming up.” I suppose with the app now on my side, I didn't have to worry about submissive acts towards her hurting my score. I could keep up the illusion for as long as I needed, obeying her orders just enough to keep that collar on my neck from exploding. All the while, I'd be whittling her back down to something resembling a reasonable human being.