Sympathy for the devil

“You see… It’s the most important thing in life: to take up the role in which you really belong.” The tall, blonde man gestured broadly and graciously, brushing his hand under Lizzy’s chin and tilting it up to lend her smile toward him.

He spoke to the room like a preacher, while Miranda sat on the end of the bed to light her next cigarette and John poured several more drinks. Jesse had found herself promoted down into a kneel, side by side with her entranced classmate. The sissy wasn’t even exactly sure how this had occurred. She was used to being told to get on her knees, of course, and had been trained in the eleven unique positions one could do so... But this terrifying man had somehow got Lizzy and her to descend symmetrically, in unison, right in the middle of the room. Ready to be props for his spiel. Without so much as a glance in their direction. Had he tapped them on the forehead? Ran a finger up her spine? The femboy simply couldn’t remember, nor could she escape from his words… even inside her own skull. It was an incredibly frightening thing to realise… yet at the same time: The more he spoke. The warmer and closer toward him she began to feel.

"It's not even about power and supremacy…" He continued, mopping the loose but refined styling of his hair to one side… as if searching for the best way to reach this class he now had in session. Arrogant, but aware of it. Off-putting but charming. He was clearly a man used to filling a room with his thoughts and having them lapped up or rejected with equally devoted interest.

"I've attended a few of those lectures by sad, insecure men and women who still try to claim that animalistic hierarchy ideals like 'alpha' and 'beta' have any reflection upon humanity… As if true consciousness and 200,000 years of social evolution have got them nowhere."

He chuckled dryly, while spinning around again to give both Jesse and his slutwife-to-be a few scratches behind the ears.

"If anyone tries to act superior to you sweet things, but also declares themselves no smarter than a dog… I'd turn around and bite them, if I were you."

"So what are you saying? It's that nature versus nurture thing again?" Asked John, clearly trying to keep up. He handed a glass of shimmering, amber liquid to the man putting the world to rights. Jesse could see the slight sway in both of them that indicated this was only topping up a buzz well progressed by now.

"No, no! I'm saying they are both the same thing! I'm saying it was in our nature as a social species to create these more and more complex systems into which we can arrange ourselves to fit among each other. I’m saying all our collective thoughts and communications: art and philosophy and science and technology… they all lead to that place where we each know what we bring to the table… and what we take. Where we FIT… among all this!”

Derrick gestured around him. At the lavish furnishings full of surreptitiously camouflaged technological marvels. At the two teenage beauties born and raised specifically to be playthings for men like him; And, out beyond that… to the grey, green and glittering city stretching out near endlessly in every direction you could travel.

“It’s not right for those stubborn, prideful, ageing relics out there to hold us back! To stall out our futures indefinitely, claiming they’re prepping us to take over… but in truth, hoping never to have to let go of the reins. It’s the same as unzipping your flies in front of these two… and not letting them come forward and do what their souls know they’re supposed to.”

The man did just that, unveiling a penis stood at full mast and then sitting down on the side of the bed next to Miranda. In her mind, Jesse naturally balked against his words. That central doubt and skepticism to such self-sure diatribes that she had always thought of as her truest inner voice, never quite lost among a thousand rules of ‘Slut etiquette’ she’d now learned by heart. Yet, kneeling there, barely a foot away from a cock that clearly needed tending to… The sissy felt her mouth begin to water. Felt the urge to crawl forward growing in the cramping elastic of neatly folded muscles. To beg to bring this man she barely knew and already disliked, all the pleasure she could draw from him.

“All any of us is ever looking for in life is a sense of purpose…” Stated the man in command of a room he had purchased, whose occupant’s attention he had taken without question. He stared right into the depths of Jesse’s eyes, and the femboy knew he was searching for the signs of that hunger to please. Signs that she knew she could not hide.

“Once that purpose ceased to be simply survival… our entire species started searching for another, through whatever means spiritual, philosophical, creative or chemical we could. We’ve kept moving forwards. Kept evolving… in a million different directions, to each find out what that should be. Except… some of us are being held back. Trapped behind a generation so close to finding the answers, but who now refuse to fade away and pass on the torch. That is what is wrong with our world right now. That is what is **** us all, slowly.”

Jesse couldn’t turn away from those eyes. The slightly upturned smirk of someone who seemed to know exactly what she was feeling. Sympathy for his cause seemed to come unbidden from the undeniable need to take his genitalia into her mouth that was washing over all of her. If such was the frustration he was feeling… then of course she wanted nothing more than to help him. Would sucking his cock perhaps soothe some of it? Didn’t he want to fuck her, just a little… to ease off some of that tension?

Derrick gave just the slightest indication of a beckon with one hand… and both slutwives rushed forward. **** to do what it was they were brought here to do. John and Miranda exchanged a glance, before stepping forward to join in.