The PRT's equivalent of a life alert bracelet was made to look like a normal wristwatch. You had to press all the buttons at once if you wanted to activate it, but it meant it was subtle enough that nobody would really question its presence. Sophia had gotten me one less than a week after I almost got raped by E88.
After my close call, Sophia started walking me home every day after school (or after sex). She'd call me at sundown and ask what I was planning to do that night. Not in the sense of, "come over here, so we can fuck instead of whatever you were planning," but in the sense of "if you're going out tonight I want to be there with you, to make sure you're safe." I even texted her late one night that I was heading out to grab some quick fast food, and she immediately texted back that I should wait for her to show up. Even though she was obviously tired (it was after ten by the time she showed up) and not hungry at all, she accompanied me to the Taco Bell. Maybe I should have felt smothered or something, but it felt more thoughtful than anything else.
It actually made me feel bad. I'd only really told her about my near-miss to justify having fucked Taylor again if she ever found out, but here she was taking the extra effort to make sure I was safe. I wound up deciding to take some first aid classes in my spare time.
I first told Sophia about it when she was walking me home. "I'm taking some first aid classes, the first one starts at four."
"First aid classes?" She asked.
"You've been looking out for me... I wanted to look out for you."
Her expression was interesting, a certain lewd note to her gaze as she stared up at me. There was also some surprise mixed in, a slight purse of her lips and furrowing of the brow. After a few seconds, she seemed to reach a conclusion, straightening up with pride, a smug smirk on her lips. "Guess I've got you really well-trained."
"Is it that weird that I'd want to do something for you?"
"It's not weird," she breathed out. "It's hot." Her fingers reached for my groin, suddenly just groping my cock right in public, where anybody could have seen. "A man who fucks like a good submissive slut, and takes care of the home stuff too?" Her fingers squeezed tighter as my cock started to harden. "You only read about that kind of stuff in porn. Not even that often, either."
"It's not like I'm agreeing to do your laundry," I managed to get out, earning a laugh from her.
"It's still sexy." She licked her lips, pulling her hand from my groin as we approached my address.
I barely managed to get to the first aid class after she finished riding me like a wild woman. She praised me plenty, calling me a good little submissive slut who takes care of his woman, told me how hot it was to see me learning domestic skills, that maybe she would make me do the laundry, and so on. The more she focused on it, the more I got the impression that it was kind of like a man having his girlfriend who not only fucked like a submissive nymphomaniac but also made the money for the household. In any case, I wasn't complaining.
* * *
My room was on the second story, which made it cause quite the jolt of surprise to see Sophia just phasing through the window and stumbling into the room. She was, for a moment, a wispy ghost with a monstrous visage - then she materialized, and she was a girl with a painted-black hockey mask and a hoodie. A hoodie with a couple cuts on the right forearm, blood staining it. She winced as she peeled the sleeve back, revealing a pair of fresh cuts. "Hey, you've got a first aid kit and stuff, right?" She said.
"Yeah," I agreed, instantly going to grab the stuff. "Have to wash my hands, though."
"'s fine," she muttered quietly as I went into my adjoining bathroom, collecting the first aid kit from the medicine cabinet and washing and drying my hands. I had to pick out a few fibers of what was presumably once her hoodie with sanitized tweezers before I could apply the antibiotic ointment and then apply the gauze to the area. Once I was done, she let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks."
"Aren't you with the PRT? Can't they handle this stuff?"
"I'm not supposed to patrol on my own," she said, going over to the bed and flopping down to sit on it. "It's this whole stupid thing. Have to have a minder. Maybe I like being a hero, ever think about that? Isn't that my fucking job?" She glanced at her forearm. "Uuuugh they're gonna ask about the bandage..."
"Who made the cuts?" I asked.
"Some random E88 jackass, got the drop on me when I was dealing the smackdown to his buddy." She smirked. "You should see him. Since I didn't have any minders, I could really teach him a lesson about fucking with me."
"I'm glad you're okay."
"Awww, you're getting all sweet, huh?" She teased. She pulled her hoodie up and off, then the t-shirt she was wearing under it, tossing them both at me. "Mind washing my clothes, slut? Don't want the blood making a show to my mom." There was the tiniest note of lascivious intent as she asked the question, suggesting that perhaps she was getting off on the thought of making me do her laundry.
"Sure," I agreed. I took the shirt and hoodie downstairs and tossed them in the washing machine. My parents weren't home, fortunately (they rarely were), so nobody would wonder why I had bloody girls' clothes in the wash. I came back up to see Sophia lying on my bed, in her bra and panties - she'd tossed her black jeans off at some point, apparently - and just rolling around.
"I wanted to make sure you'd be able to smell me," she explained when she caught me staring. "You know. I figure it'd be comforting if you could smell me while you slept, to remind you that I was here to protect you. That kind of thing." I stared at her for a long few seconds, time seeming to stretch out as I did so. Apparently even she had some sense of shame because she coughed and broke eye contact. "Anyway. Want to do it? I'm kinda tired from a long patrol, so you'd have to be on top this time."
"Actually..." I closed and locked the door behind me, and you could see the shift in her body language at the increasingly great probability of sex. My thoughts weren't actually on sex, though. "I was thinking I might be able to use the... body modification part of my power, to heal up your wounds?"
"Huh. That's a good idea, actually. Good thinking, slut."
"Lie on your belly," I suggested, and she shifted on the bed, putting her cheek on her laced together hands, glancing back over her shoulder at me. She was wearing pretty plain white panties and a white sports bra, but they looked really great on her body, especially with the contrast to her dark skin. I was sorely tempted to just take her up on her suggestion of fucking her, but instead I started to press my hands up against her shoulders, feeling out the ebb and flow of her power even as my cock twitched in its confinement.
I pulled, gently at first, making her sigh at the trickle of her power running back into me. Her legs kicked a little, an absent movement, as my hands continued to slide around her body, running across bare skin. She was still sweaty from her patrol - thus her genius scheme to stink up my bed - adding a nice lubrication to my movements while she just hummed in place, soft breaths escaping her throat as she let me do my best.
Normally, when I used my power to doing something, there was a sense of it being temporary. Power drawn out would trickle back to its originator; power pushed in would eventually fade. Rearranging Sophia's power to have more control, or range, or power, or whatever else, would eventually see it fall back to its original arrangement. I could feel consistent resistance to making my work permanent, but obviously closing the wound temporarily didn't sound like a great idea.
As my hands rubbed at her, thumbs pressing against the small of her back, I concentrated on the feeling of my power. Sophia just lay there in a very relaxed position, the constant push and pull of my power soothing and sweet enough to make any pain from her wound disappear. She looked halfway ready to come or to fall asleep, and I couldn't tell which, with her eyes closed and her lips slightly curled up, the occasional labored breath or sigh escaping her mouth.
It was the most excruciatingly slow process. There was just a trickle of... not quite extra energy, but it was like I'd taken a cup out of a bucket that was being constantly refilled. I pushed the unnecessary energy up against her wounds, trying to close them. My fingers slid down to her ass cheeks, groping and squeezing the muscular flesh, the girl beneath me squirming lightly, but I resisted the urge to just stick it in. The constant movement of the power's energy through me was ecstatic, and even my breathing was getting a bit erratic as I kept working her over. Micron after micron, minute after minute, I could feel the sensation get closer and closer to completion...
Sophia was squirming pretty hard. Her eyes were more clenched shut than anything else, and she'd intermittently start grinding and clenching her thighs and humping the bed - just a little before she caught herself, subtle enough that she might have believed I didn't notice - from the pleasure. Her teeth dug into her lower lip, her brow furrowed in a mix of frustration and determination, wanting both to come (for relief) and not to (to maintain her dignity as a woman).
I was getting quite antsy myself, and I slid my hands off her thigh, instead starting to stroke her pussy through the fabric of her panties with two fingers, a sensual up-and-down movement while my other hand kept up the transmission process. I just grasped a thick clump of her power, yanked it out, and then slammed it back in, forcing her wound closed with what didn't splatter back into her power's well.
Predictably, she came right then and there, legs kicking up, her heels smacking at her ass as she frantically spasmed and ground against the bed beneath her, panting heavily in the aftermath, eyes flicking open to gaze up at me, as if to ensure that I wasn't deeply offended by her premature orgasm.
I just sagged on the bed, the entire thing having been deeply exhausting. She didn't need much more than that to reach for me with her nearest hand - the one that had been injured, which now seemed totally fine, as her fingers wrapped around my very hard cock through my pants. She groped and squeezed it, a wicked smile on her lips. "Ooo, that got you hard, huh? Pleasing me gets you that aroused? Such an eager little slut, I barely have to do anything to get you hard..."
She licked her lips and started to shift her weight, getting up onto her knees and rolling her shoulders. "Huh. That was really... refreshing. Thanks," she told me, leaning down to meet my lips with hers. It wasn't quite so ravenous as normal, more affectionate, and she started to kiss around my neck and cheeks too. "Good boys deserve a reward," she said, her fingers starting to unzip and unbutton my pants, popping my cock out and stroking it. "How about a blowjob?" There was just the hint of neediness to her voice, more in the sense of assuaging her feminine pride than some fetish for fellatio.
"Ah, yes, please," I breathed out, as she kissed my Adam's apple. She continued to stroke my cock, a consistent, up and down movement, as her lips caressed my collar bone before she slid all the way down to recline between my thighs.
"Please, what?" She teased, her breath tickling my cock as she spoke, her eyes leering up at me, any weakening of her pride now completely healed and replaced with an overwhelming confidence.
"Please, suck my cock," I said. I was really, really pent up from my hard work playing with her power, so I was threatening to explode at any moment.
"Please, suck my cock, what?" She stared up at me, a smirk on her lips as she asked the question.
I mentally fumbled around for exactly what to say, while she just breathed on my cock, her hand gripping my base but not even stroking me off by that point. "Please, suck my cock, ma'am," I said, and the next moment she was slurping my cock into her mouth, her throat bulging as she took me to the base. Her fingers dug into the bed sheet on either side of my pelvis, staring up at me with her hazel eyes as her tongue started to flick and rub at the underside of my cock. She twisted her head subtly, a few degrees from side to side, and that was enough to push me over the edge. My fingers automatically grabbed the back of her head and I just bucked my hips right up against her face, balls slapping at her chin as I came, hard.
She didn't resist at all, just letting me relieve myself right down her throat. If anything, she seemed smug about provoking such a sharp response from me, gauging by her eyes - her mouth was still wrapped around the base of my cock. She swallowed repeatedly until I sagged back on the bed after having let out every last drop I could, and then she pulled back, popping off without much hesitation, softly running her tongue along her lips. She stared down at my dick as she did, fingers gently playing with my cock, teasing it.
"Somebody was all pent up," she told me, with a smirk. "Does playing with my butt get you that horny?" To my surprise, rather than just stopping, or sticking it in, she leaned forward, starting to playfully lick at my cock while I squirmed a little, still half in the refractory period, hypersensitivity making it really hard to focus. "Or maybe it was calling me ma'am?" She teased, kissing the tip of my dick, quirking her eyebrow as she did, then pulling back. "Do you want to come a second time? I'll give you another blowjob, but you have to promise to be a good boy for me... and you have to call me ma'am."
Sophia had given me blowjobs from time to time, sure, but normally it was more in the sense of "yeah obviously I'll give you a blowjob, what kind of girl do you think I am?" Right now, though, it was clear she was getting off on the way she could control me with her mouth. I just swallowed, my cock twitching in front of her, and she stared right up at me, challenging me to say exactly what she wanted.
I did it. "I promise to be a good boy for you, ma'am," I breathed.
"See? That wasn't too hard, was it, slut?" She asked me, as her hand rapidly stroked up and down my cock. Her eyes stared up at me, tongue flashing along her lips as if I was the tastiest thing in the world. "All you have to do is accept that you're my slut, and I'll make you feel really good." She wrapped her lips around my cockhead and just took me to the base in another quick stroke. Rather than holding herself down, this time she started to pump, her fingers gripping my thighs as she went at it.
It was rough and hard, her head twisting from side to side, dark hair flashing this way and that, her eyes smoldering with lust as she stared up at me. Saliva would occasionally splash free from her mouth, splattering down onto my thighs or balls as she frantically worked herself up and down my whole length. I could only bunch my hands into fists and intermittently buck my hips up into her mouth.
She never offered the slightest complaint, no matter what the timing of my erratic movements was. After a few minutes - having just come, it was going to take a lot longer for a round three - I just grabbed her by the head and started to properly fuck her face, pumping my hips as my hands grasped her by the head. She let me, not resisting in the slightest, even throwing a lick and slurp here and there as she slid up and down.
I could feel my cock twitch, my orgasm rapidly approaching, and no doubt she could too. My whole body was writhing in pleasure, her eyes staring up at me with determination and care. Just as I felt myself draw towards the edge, the wet warm caress of her tongue, lips, and throat disappeared, replaced by breezy air as she used her power to escape my grasp. I gasped and panted as she came back into solidity, her hand reaching for my cock, stroking it slowly and teasingly while her eyes stared deep into mine. "Ask me to let you come."
"Please let me come," I managed to get out, my voice a breathless whisper.
"Please let me come, what?"
"Please, let me come on your face, ma'am," I managed to get out.
"That's a good boy," she said with a smirk, leaning forward, closing her eyes, and jerking me off extra fast, fingers twisting and curling around my cock, giving plenty of wrist action while her thumb would intermittently tease the underside of my head. Seeing her like that, a cocky little smile on her lips, as she got ready to receive a nice splatter of cum on her face, was ultimately the main thing that pushed me over the edge. I jerked and twitched as my cock unloaded thick streams of cum all over her features. She just tilted her head back to make sure none of it got in her hair.
Once I was spent, she hummed. "You all done, slut?"
I nodded, then realized she had her eyes closed due to the cum that coated her face. "Yes, ma'am."
The expression she wore the moment I said the word 'ma'am' is hard to describe. It was simultaneously triumphantly self-satisfied, ecstatically delighted, and horny as fuck. She started just smearing the cum off her face with her palms to get rid of it, perhaps planning to wipe it off on my blankets.
"L-lick it up," I breathed, as I realized she had no intention to do so on her own. "Please, ma'am," I begged.
She chuckled at that. "Somebody's got a fetish," she said, but she obediently moved to start licking up the cum on her palms, her eyes now free of cum so she could look up at me. I must have had quite the face, because she responded with encouragement. "Oh, this gets you hot, huh?" She started to exaggerate a little, though she had no idea how best to do so. Mostly, it was just running her tongue across the bare flesh in slow motion while her eyes stared into mine. Which was plenty hot.
"The cum looks really good on your dark skin."
"I'll bet," she said, shifting and leaning up. "I could see you eyeing up my underwear. More than usual, that is," she said, with a giggle that said she thought it should be embarrassing that I would really love looking at a hot girl like her in her underwear. "You like the white on black, slut?" She teased. "If my good boy likes it so much, I guess I can reward him for cleaning my wounds and washing my clothes..."
She shifted herself over me, gently slipping her panties to one side, rather than off. A moment later, her lower lips were teasing at my cock. "D'you think Amy gave you more endurance?" She asked, as my length toyed with her body. "Seems like you get hard again way easier than a guy should... not that I'm complaining."
A moment later, she'd slammed herself down my whole length, her insides tight around my length as she did so. She just groaned in satisfaction. "Yeah, that's the big cock I love," she told me. "You've got the best dick." My cock twitched inside her, and she just smirked at that. "You're quivering at having your cock complimented. Is that all you can think about? Such a slut," she told me with a playful shake of her head, her hands reaching for the base of my shirt and just yanking it up and off, revealing my bare skin.
At that point, she started to lean forward to kiss me, but she hadn't entirely cleaned off her face, and it showed on my face. "Oh, right, you're all weird about your cum," she said, with a roll of her eyes, grabbing one of my pillows and wiping her face off the rest of the way with the case. "There, better?" I nodded, and she leaned forward to meet my lips with hers, hungrily kissing me, fingers digging into my hair as her hips started to bounce.
For a long few wonderful seconds, she rode me like that, making out with me, tongue flicking against mine, her cunt squeezing and tightening. Then she came. Her eyes bulged as she did so, and she strangled the groan of pleasure in the back of her throat as her body spasmed atop me. "N-no using, your power. Bad boy." Apparently seeing her slut quivering and calling her ma'am had gotten her pretty aroused, given that she'd come within a minute of actually starting to fuck me.
"You made me feel good, ma'am, I wanted to make you feel good too," I told her, and she seemed to accept that, panting in my ear before she collected herself and started pounding me again.
"You're a good boy," she told me, nibbling on my earlobe. "If you like pleasing me so much, maybe I'll have you come over after school and eat me out while I do my homework... but stop making me come right when we start fucking. You'll give me a complex or something."
"Sorry, ma'am," I told her, and she hummed pleasantly in my ear, continuing to ride me.
Now that she'd had some relief, she wasn't nearly so primed to explode right out the gate, so she could start up with her idea of dirty talk. "My horny little slut who can only think of pleasing me..." She practically drooled the words out, her voice thick and wet as she spoke. "Every girl on the track team is jealous of me, having such an obedient, hard cock, attached to such a handsome slut. Maybe I'll share you out with them again, would you like that? Would you like to be whored out? We could probably make even more money on a second round. I bet Ashiko is desperate to prove she can make you come... you like getting blowjobs, so maybe you could ruin her belief in her vaunted sexual abilities as a sexy Asian bitch that little bit more."
My cock was twitching pretty hard in response to this kind of dirty talk, and she could tell - which only got her hotter, her pace quickening atop me. "You love just being my personal meat dildo, don't you? You know, over the whole time we've been together, there hasn't been a single time you've ever said you didn't want to fuck? Whenever I ask, you're always up for it. Does that mean you're horny all day? Are you squirming and rubbing your thighs against this thick hard rod of yours while you sit in class?" She nibbled on my earlobe again before continuing. "Sluts like you get me so fucking hot. Knowing that I've completely ruined you as a man, turned you into a submissive satyriac, it's so fucking sexy. Call me ma'am again."
"Yes, ma'am," I told her, and she actually came again at that. She moaned into my mouth, and my fingers reached down for her ass cheeks, digging into the muscular flesh of them. "Ma'am, it makes me feel so good to see you coming. Ma'am, please don't hesitate before coming all over my cock, over and over again. Coat me in your cunt slime. Mark me as yours. All your sweat and juices, let them trickle over me, mark me with your scent so thick that everybody who smells me knows who I belong to."
"Ah, fuck yeah," she breathed out, as she came down from her high, eyes wild with lust, her hands pressing down against my muscular stomach. "You know just what to say, slut. You have just the best fucking mouth, and I'm not talking about your cunnilingus skills." She was just ramming herself up and down my cock, hard and fast, eyes drinking in my naked body, flashing across my bare skin, lightly shining from the sweat I'd started to work up. "You are just a horny little bastard, aren't you? My personal submissive satyriac slut."
"Yes, ma'am," I breathed out, fingers continuing to dig into the flesh of her ass cheeks. "You're amazing."
"Damn right I am," she breathed, pumping up and down, casting her head back and staring up at the ceiling as she just enjoyed herself. After a few wonderful seconds of watching her breasts bounce in her sports bra, she turned her attention back down to me. "Fuck, you're such a good fucking boyfriend. Every guy should be like you. Then the world would be a better place, just full of horny boys ruled by their cocks, happily obeying their woman's every dictate." I gladly let her go off into her own wild fantasy - I could understand how it would seem erotic to her.
"Yeah," she panted out, clearly getting closer and closer to the edge. "Ah, fuck, fuck, I know, fuck," she said, slowing her pace down to try to control herself. "Tell me, tell me -" she swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth, staring down at me with wild eyes. "Tell me that you think all men should submit to women, that they should gladly eat them out and support them from the home and do whatever else their woman wants. You don't have to mean it," she added, after far too small of a fraction of a second for me to have actually responded. "Just say it, say it, okay?"
"All men should submit to women," I agreed, doing my best to come off with sincerity, and her pace got even faster and harder atop me, her expression absolutely manic, her lips parted as bits of saliva occasionally escaped her mouth and spackled my bare chest as she frantically fucked herself on my cock. "We should gladly eat you out, support you from the home, do whatever else our woman wants." Her intense response was pretty erotic to me too, but I could tell she just needed a little extra push. "Milk my white cock with your perfect black pussy, please, ma'am."
That pushed her over the edge. No, it was more like it body slammed her over it - it looked almost like she'd been hit in the back of the head by a massive brick, her eyes bulging, her head jerking forward, her mouth widening as an animal noise formed in her mouth, a howl of pleasure that was indistinguishable from something you might have heard in the wilderness. Her orgasm was the most intense so far, her cunt squeezing and gripping my cock tightly. I let go right then and there, casting my head back as much as I could and clawing at her ass as I let go deep inside her cunt.
We both spasmed and jerked there for what felt like at least a minute, an incredibly long amount of time to be wrapped up in pleasure... then she drooped forward, just collapsing atop me with a hot pant. It took quite some time for her to speak up again. "Yeah... you're a good slut," she told me. "Fuck. You know just what to say. I barely even had to tell you word one..." Because I was just taking what would be something sexy for me, back in my world, and flipping the genders. I didn't tell her that, though.
"Seeing you come is its own reward," I told her, leaning forward to kiss the top of her head.
She shifted her body a moment later, twisting up to kiss me on the lips, then pulling back so we were nose to nose. "You are so fucking hot, slut." My cock twitched at that sentence. "You really are just a complete, total, degenerate slut..." She kissed me before I could say anything, her tongue stretching out deep into my mouth and licking at my palate before she popped back with a wet noise, a little splash of saliva escaping her mouth as she did so - she wiped her mouth clean. "Fuck. So hot."
I almost said something like, 'you're not half-bad yourself,' but I realized before the words left my mouth that those weren't quite the right words for this situation. "You made me this way, ma'am," I lied, and she practically purred as she draped herself back over me, pressing her cheek against my bare chest and listening to my heartbeat.
