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May 24

Mischa Eliot

Wicked Wednesday: Unleashed

Ahh, Wicked Wednesday has such a great prompt today. What will sex be like in the year 2517? Perhaps like in Demolition Man where no one physically touched in fear of disease? Maybe there will be bionic implants involved? Or perhaps something different. 

 


Roger felt every nerve in his body burn and his innards turned to ice. “Mistress, he is Unleashed.” Sweat broke out along his brow and he backed away until he hit the wall, sliding down to hold himself while the fear sliced through him.

“How is this possible? I thought we’d rooted out all the freeman in this quadrant.” Pursing my lips, I ran my fingers along the muscles of the unconscious man’s arm. With a glance at Roger, a bitter taste entered my mouth. He had been from a line of men known once as Politicians.

“Get others and take him to my quarters. Bind him. I will interrogate him personally.” The idea of this man, in our Capitol without a chip unnerved me. I needed to know if there were more and where they hid. I retreated to my office while they followed orders.

After another devastating war that almost obliterated everything, women and some pockets of men, created a device. In the beginning, it looked sort of like a shock collar, but now it was a chip embedded in the back of the neck. Since women had taken over, the world had become mostly peaceful.

After finishing up my day, I retreated to my private quarters. When I entered, I picked up a remote and turned off all the cameras except the ones that were connected to my private servers. I’d been trained for years to interrogate unleashed males, but had never gotten the chance to actually put it to the test. I planned to use every weapon in my arsenal.


Storm-colored eyes met mine, then slipped to my cleavage peeking out of the top of my dress.


And this particular male, despite his roughened look, was amazing to behold. The muscles alone got me excited in a way I’d never felt before. I touched his cheek, running my finger down his face, extended from the ball gag in his mouth. His arms were cuffed to the arms that stood straight out from the chair, his ankles the same to the legs, which were spread open. His eyes flickered open.

“So, you’re awake. Good.” I slipped behind him and untied the strings to the gown he’d been put in after decontamination. Once I’d untied everything, I tossed it to the side. I ran my fingers along his muscled arms as I returned to stand in front of him. I bent over, his storm-colored eyes met mine, then slipped to my cleavage peeking out of the top of my dress.

“Well, do you like what you see, big boy?” I grabbed my breasts and played with them beneath the thin fabric, smushing them together. “If you answer my questions, maybe you’ll get to play with them. What do you say?”

The male’s body stiffened, in more ways than one. I knew he’d try to resist, but I wanted him to for as long as he could. The more fun for me the longer he lasted. I flicked his nipples with my fingers, then pinched them with increasing pressure. “Are there more of you?”

His chest rose and fell in rapid succession as he tried to control his reaction, but the way his cock stiffened told me he was enjoying the pain. “You like that. Well, I can do better.” I opened a drawer and pulled out clips and attached them to his nipples. He writhed and struggled against the bonds that held him, but the way his hips thrust gave his true desire away.


Control. I needed to remain in control.


“Are there more of you?” I would continue to ask this until he gave me the answer I wanted. I knew he couldn’t have survived alone. There had to be more men, and perhaps women who hid them. This quadrant was too well patrolled for him to have just wandered in, but it was also unbelievable that it could also be the case.

I stripped off my dress and kicked off my shoes. Next came my matching lingerie. I rubbed his face against my breasts. Saliva that had slipped out from between his lips and the ball slicked up my skin. “I’ll let you suck on them if you give me an answer.” I backed away.

When he didn’t reply, I kneeled before him and ran my nails up his thighs. “Are you sure you don’t want to tell me? I could make this quite painful for you. And not in the pleasurable way you’ll enjoy.” He slumped as much as he could being bound, his head rolling back while his eyes slipped shut.

Flicking my tongue back and forth over the head of his cock caused muffled moans and more hip thrusts. Perhaps he’s just an unchipped pet someone kept for themselves. The thought disconcerted me. While women were allowed to have a pet, it was always best to keep them under control.

“Are there more unleashed males where you come from?” I needed an answer. I craved an answer. I hadn’t tasted such tasty male in a long time. I wondered if it had to do with his unleashed state. He hung in the chair, eyes barely open, staring at me.

 Nod.

A sliver of fear wormed its way inside. Were they plotting against us? Did they send this one to us to check out defenses? To steal intel or tech secrets?

“Are you plotting something? To free the men of the world that are Leashed?” I was screaming in his face, spittle flying from my lips, hand embedded in his too long hair.

The male shook, his eyes were screwed shut tight. When it came to me what I was doing, I backed off. “You’re a pet?” Control. I needed to remain in control.

Nod.

“Good. You’ll tell me everything. If you want to be mine. Do you want me?”

The unleashed male nodded so fast and hard, I thought he’d break his neck. Moving forward I embedded myself onto his thick cock. Once I settled firmly in place, I removed the ball gag. A moan so long and loud exited him I feared for his throat.


“Oh fuck, you are perfect, you hit all the right spots.”


“Such a good boy.” I rode him, pumping my legs up and down, digging my nails into his chest. The clips on his nipples stood out, rubbing against my own as I bounced. “Oh fuck, you are perfect, you hit all the right spots.”

I pulled his hair and he pumped his hips, trying to meet every downward movement with his own thrust. “Oh yes, that’s it! Keep doing that.” Faster we met, the rhythm becoming wild. I removed the clips from his nipples and he cried out. I could feel him filling me up as I clenched down onto his length.

Nuzzling against his neck when I could move again, I kissed and nibbled him, reveling in his wild taste. “Mine.”

“Yes, Mistress. I belong to you, now and until my last breath or until you tire of me and send me away.” I kissed him soft and gentle, slipping my tongue inside his lips.

“Good boy.”


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3 comments

  1. Marie Rebelle

    mmmm such a sexy story. It sounds kind of good to know women are in control, even though I don’t want to be in control at all…

    Rebel xox

  2. Akaluv

    Oh my, well, this was a naughty one =)

    1. Mischa Eliot
      Mischa Eliot

      I hope it was exactly what you needed. 🙂

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