Zoe's story

19 years ago:

“Those two guys at table 6 look cute,” Miranda said to her friend Zoe, patting her on the butt. “Go on, take it. I know how pent up you’ve been with these long shifts. Ugh, I thought working in a dive bar would mean gangbangs every night. Most nights I just end up blowing Mike.”

Zoe laughed. It was an open secret that Miranda and the owner were an item. “Oh yes, you definitely seem under-fucked,” she ribbed, referring to Miranda’s hair which she had supposedly gone into the men’s bathroom to fix, only to stay there for about an hour.

“Hey, if getting fucked wasn’t so good for us, they never would have implemented free use,” Miranda said, laughing along.

“True, and you’re right. I do need to get laid. I mean really laid, not a quickie while taking a drink order. As for table six… I’m note sure they’re my type. The tall one seems barely legal; what is he, 18, 19? Can’t even order a drink. And the other one, long hair, delicate features, barely a guy. Frankly I’m not sure I’m even their type. Mike might be more their speed; bear daddy type.” Zoe grinned. “Speaking of... is your dad back in town? God that man could fuck.”

“First off, don’t talk about my dad like that okay, this isn’t one of those IZs or whatever, I don’t need to hear about my Daddy’s sex life/” Miranda made a face as if she was grossed out, giving her friend a playful push. “Secondly, no. He’s still on that trip with mom and that bimbo he calls a secretary.”

“It’s OZ actually” One of the men at the table Miranda had pointed at had walked up to them and had very casually put his hand on Zoe’s ass, giving it a confident little squeeze. “Short for Oedipal Zone. Basically, the oldest son becomes an Alpha, the head of the family, when turning 18. Or 19 in our case.” He smiled at them. “The system works quite well, Alphas ensure the prosperity and happiness of everyone in the town and Betas ensure that Alpha’s are satisfied.”

Zoe seemed frozen in place. The ease with which he took control of the conversation, of her… she was gushing. And he was only a boy! She doubted he’d even turned 20 yet but there was something about him, something that screamed ‘I own this room and you along with it’.

“So, you fucked your mother?” Miranda challenged him, her face a mixture of being repulsed and curiosity.

“Oh yes,” the man said. “And both my sisters as well as my father once I had him feminized.”

“You had your father…”

“Feminized, yes. Turned into a woman. No womb though, the technology isn’t quite there yet but I’m confident those geniuses at Pearson’s will figure it out at some point. Not that I’d necessarily spring for that upgrade, I want to enjoy my Alphahood a bit longer before even thinking of children.” He smiled at her, his eyes seeming to bore right into her soul.

“And your… friend?”

“Little brother actually. We’re visiting family in Ohio and they’re… not very understanding of the OZ lifestyle. Which means I had to leave mom, dad and our sisters at home. Poor kid is missing his mother something fierce so I figured I’d take him out to a bar to get his mind off things. Maybe even pick up a cute girl.”

“Given that we’re in a regular free use zone, neither of you are owned, are you?”

The way he said the word ‘owned’, coupled with his hand still kneading her ass almost made Zoe cum on the spot. “N...no sir.” His smile grew wide when he heard her say 'sir'. Miranda looking at Zoe like she was insane. Submitting to strange cock was one thing, but ownership? Zoe didn’t care. At that point there was nothing she wanted more than being owned by this boy… no, this man. This Alpha.

“And you?”

“I’m not ‘owned’ either. Nobody owns anyone in this zone. It’s just regular free use, we don’t fuck our family here.”

“More’s the pity. According to my sisters, having their father fuck them felt like the ultimate expression of patriarchal love. I feel similarly about my mother. You really shouldn’t judge before you’ve tried it.” He grinned. “But enough chat, Ms…?”

“Miranda.”

“Ms. Miranda. My little brother really, desperately, needs a blowjob. It may or may not have to do with a stim he’s on. Could you be a dear?”

Miranda shrugged, anything to get away from this man with his penetrating eyes and calm, commanding demeanour. And that voice… a voice that clearly expected anyone to go along with anything it said. A voice of a man used to being obeyed. The idea of **** repulsed her but she couldn’t deny that, even without free use laws, she’d bend over in a second if that voice told her so. She’d obey without question, fuck whoever it told her to. It was clearly too late for Zoe, but at least she could try and get some regular dick out of this, rather than a dick that had fucked his entire immediate family. Rather than a dick that would fuck with her mind as well as with her body.

Zoe watched her friend go, but the man’s eyes never left her face. “That was a nice thing you did for your brother.”

“Is that so unexpected?”

“Well, you own him right, the way you talk about your family, modding them, it's like they’re toys to you.”

He pulled her closer to him and whispered in her ear. “And that turns you on.”

“Yes” she said in a small voice.

“They’re more than just toys to me. They’re my beloved family.” He’d pushed her up against a wall, placing his leg in between hers. “It’s my job to keep them happy and I can assure you, they are very happy. Would you like me to make you happy as well?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He grinned and withdrew, standing back. “I’d like a scotch, and a coke for my little brother.” He gave her a matchbook belonging to a local motel. “After your shift ends, come here. Don’t go home to change, don’t do anything except go to this address immediately, understood?”

“Y...yes sir”

“Good girl. Ah, I see Cecil has finished. Not much there I’m afraid, he can only really cum when he sees me fucking someone. Or when he’s dressed up and getting fucked, that works too.” He looked her in the eyes. “I’ll know if you’ve kept me waiting.”

Zoe drove straight there after her shift. Her mind consumed with his words, his face, his voice. Especially his voice. She felt a need inside of her she hadn’t felt before. A need to please him. She stepped on it. She wouldn’t let him wait a second longer than needed.

She knocked on the door of the motel, nervous in a way she hadn’t felt since the football team ran a train on her after turning 18 and becoming free use. And for much the same reason, just like back then she felt completely at the mercy of the person who was going to open the door.

He opened the door, wearing nothing but a smug look on his face. She didn’t know where to look, his face with those piercing eyes or his cock. That had to be modded right… right? And was that… saliva on there? He gestured for her to come in, she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to be surprised or shocked, but she immediately recognized Cecil’s delicate features in the girl kneeling next to the bed. “He…”

“It’s she, while she’s made up like this. Cecilia. Keep that in mind.” He phrased it like an order, giving her ass a smack as if to make the lesson sink in. He tilted her head up and kissed her before putting a hand on her shoulder. “You can finish what she started. Get undressed first. No rush, I’m not in a hurry.”

Zoe felt a hurry nonetheless. She’d never felt dominated like this, not even when Miranda’s parents had taken her away for a weekend and used her in every way they could imagine. She felt like she could cum from his voice alone, if he ordered her to orgasm she was sure she’d collapse in pleasure.

He chuckled as she disrobed, eager to be naked for him, to service him. “Eager little thing aren’t you,” he stroked her cheek before pushing her to her knees. “Show me how eager.” Zoe wasted no time in swallowing his cock whole. Struggling at first she soon settled into a decent rhythm, beaming when he moaned. He pulled back and sat down on the couch, gesturing for her to join him. He relaxed, a hand behind his head while she pleasured him. “Good girl”.

Zoe sucked him for all she was worth, using every trick she’d ever learned, but all he did was sit there with a smug look on his face. “You’d fit in very well in the OZ with us Zoe. So eager to please your Alpha so… obedient. Lay down on the bed for me, face down. I’ll show you how a real Alpha fucks.” Zoe looked up at him, hesitating a moment too long. He grinned. “Paralyzed with need? Not to worry.” He picked her up as if he was handling a kitten and threw her on the bed, immediately moving behind her, sliding into her. Even with her slickness it was a struggle, making her cry out as he stretched her.

“That’s it, good girl. Take that Alpha cock. Get used to it.” He breathed in her ear as he started slowly sawing in and out of her, stretching her until she could take him comfortably. She looked straight ahead. Cecil… no… Cecilia was watching them breathlessly, stroking her small yet rock hard cock. The look on her face was a combination of pure lust, desire and a tinge of jealousy.

Soon enough, Zoe was unable to focus on the girl in front of her as her Alpha started to pick up the pace, pounding her tight cunt for all he was worth. Her hands gripped the bed sheets tightly as he made use of her. And that was how it felt, like she was his cocksleeve, not a person, an object. And she came harder then she ever had before.

She was in a daze as she felt him fill her with his seed, triggering another orgasm. He’d come inside of her, he’d claimed her… she passed out, briefly resurfacing when she felt a small but determined tongue licking her clean. She opened her eyes, seeing Cecilia, her skirt bunch up to her waist, eating her out while getting fucked from behind. And just like the Alpha had said, Cecilia’s sissy cock was dripping cum from the experience.

When she woke up, she was in her own home. He’d picked her up, used her car to drive her home and left her with a note. “If you’re ever in Queen’s River, hit me up.” The note contained his name and address.

A few months later, she realized she was pregnant. She debated going to see him, but felt conflicted. Yes it was the best sex of her life, but she was afraid of losing herself. Of becoming his property. In the years to follow, she’d never stop second guessing her decision.