Hunter/Prey

(Tags: Femdom, (mild-to-moderate?) mindbreak, future as a househusband, OD, Footjob)
The engine lightly hums, taking me, precipitously, towards my goal. The hell I picked for myself, just this once.

It's three AM, and everyone sane in the world is asleep.

I pull into the parking lot and shut off the engine. There's only one car here, and it's mine. The monsters have left their very heart exposed.

For the past month, I've been breaking into the Beta-Beta-Beta Sorority and vandalizing the place: spray painting slogans, smashing the tawdry brick-a-brack and trophies from their victories, even lit on fire a picture of the first incubus born. Some say it stands for "Bad-Boy-Breaker", others for "Big-Bad-Bitches", I prefer "Fuck off, you band of animals and less than animals." If the name didn't give it away, it's a Sorority for the more dominant, rapey, aggressive monsters: everything from Kikimora who maintain the discipline of the house, to kobolds whose favorite chew-toy is their "master", to the usual Ushi-Onis, Manticores, and Dark Elves.

Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em all.

The door is unlocked-- these daft skanks have left it too easy to get in, every time. Pulling on my gloves and rummaging through my bag, a grab a can of spray paint and hammer. I don't even need a mask-- their cameras don't even work, the idiots. Think they can strut around just because they're bigger, and stronger, and...and...

Anyway! The visitor center is where I've been it out: one door in and out, hard wood floor, lots of glass case holding trophies, plain white walls. Basic bitch museum stuff.

I start off simple, of course: I scrawl "human rights now" on a plain white wall with the spray can.

The only sound I can hear is my own heartbeat, the light hiss of the can, and this rhythmic tapping, from the basement I think. Can't even maintain a building.

Once that's done I look towards my next goal: a suit of armor worn by the Lilim Adriana as she took Chicago's surrender, ending human independence. I probably can't break the metal, but I sure can fuck up the leather tabbard that drapes over it.

I wind up for a good solid swing, hammer gripped as tight as possible, only to feel something yoink my tool out of my hand. Give me this much credit, at least: unlike so many others, I don't fuck around standing there: immediately I'm moving, throwing myself out of the way.

I only turn around when there's a good, solid ten feet between us.

Then I look up...and up...and up some more, until I see a face of the mist supreme arrogance. The singular horn and tattoos tell me exactly what I'm looking at:

An Amazon.

Not one of the huge-but-human seven footers either, a straight up, nine-foot tall, born of Mars, descended of Hippolyta Amazon. Her arms are as big around as a body-builder's leg, her legs thick as tree trunks and powerfully muscled under a layer of...ah, softness, same as her torso. A power-lifter's build. One powerful tail extends from her back, as does a single wing, from the left.

Her face is gorgeous, of course-- all aristocratic features: high cheek bones, button nose, pointy ears, grass green eyes I could-- uh, tattoos, yes, tattoos. Her mouth is pulled up in a smug grin as she drinks me in, much as I have her.

A trap. It was a trap. How long have they been doing this?

"Silly little boys should be asleep at this hour."

She's blocking my only method of escape. She has more reach, and I'm not exactly a speed king; but if she wins, I will die a little death.

I run at her.

She braces, and a moment later I am on my back, but not quite on the floor. Something strong as steel and hot as a volcano is wrapped around my torso, keeping me stuck in place. It doesn't take a genius to figure out she's lying on the ground, and she has me on top of her.

Oh hell.

"Hm. What to do with you, what to do? I suppose I could get the president; but no, you're my pretty little prey. Actually, what's a guy as cute as you doing at a place like this?"

"I am not cute!"

"Hm. Since I seem to be in charge, what I say goes: and I say you are, in fact, cute. Pretty, even."

I'd glare at her, but I'm pretty sure twisting would set off some sort of predator instinct in her.

"And that's all we are to you, hm? A pretty face?"

"I did not say that. But I sure can tell that a guy who's been breaking into the sorority house this often just to get some attention from a girl might be a little lonely. Perhaps angry. Shocker of shockers, maybe even a virgin."

"I am not!"

"You know what I think? I think you are an angry little boy, who knows he needs a big, strong monster to keep him on the straight and narrow, even if he won't admit it."

My eyes narrow, even though I know she won't see.

"In fact, that's it: I won't let you leave until you admit it."

"I guess we're both staying here for a while then."

"Oh, I don't know about that. I can be very...persuasive." Her hands rip off my belt, slide down my zipper, and pop the button, exposing my dick to the cold air.

Now, I didn't know, and therefore you did not know-- but it seems that all the physical activity and...friction left me erect. Not aroused, of course. What about being trapped in the steel sinew arms of this beast could be arousing? Nothing. That's what.

"Oh-ho-ho! What's this?"

"Nothing."

"Hmm, is that right? I've decided: for every lie you tell, I want the truth before you leave."

I can say nothing, only look as her hand wraps around my most secret spot. Her palm is warm, strong, powerful, just like the rest of her...

But I will not give in. I-- I will not! Never, jamais, non, not in this life!

Her hand starts stroking, soft and firm. It's pretty basic workmanship, but it's been a while, and soon enough I'm panting, red faced, biting my lip.

"~Enjoying yourself? Admit it, and I'll let you come~"

I'm leaking pre like a busted water hose, but I manage to grind my teeth and say nothing.

"Hm, perhaps I underestimated you."

Orgasm comes racing at me like a train--

only to derail as her hand loosens, taking away all friction.

I buck, looking for even the single bit of tension, friction, contact, whatever I still need to get off; but I find none of it.

In the end I'm left panting, red faced, with blood pumping through me like a damn tsunami.

And then she starts again.

I might not have cum proper, but by God I was still sensitive. The broken hose became a firehose on full blast, as the clear, sticky fluid comes out in quantities I have never seen before.

And soon enough it starts again.

The orgasm burns up from my balls, and again...nothing.

"Hoo, you know, I think if I were you I might have put aside that little pride thing and just let it go."

Again, she loosens. This time, stinging tears run down my face as I fuck the air fruitlessly, worthlessly, hoping for something, anything.

Then she wraps it a third time, and the silk of her hand, and the denial building in me, lashed together, make the fire in me burn up in a few dozen strokes, as she moves furiously, more angrily, more everything.

"Alright fine fuck it against my better judgement I'm enjoying myself and that was an erection now don't you dare stop!"

She doesn't, instead it intensifies, and a moment later little white streams are shot all over the damn place-- coating my thighs, her hand, the floor in front of us, absolutely everything. The world goes white and soft and I...

I giggle? What the fuck?

When the world comes back, I'm on the floor, though my dick is still rip-roaring and ready to go.

I can hear her lick her palm. "Mm. Like I thought, you taste of silly boy, a little anger, and a lot of virgin."

Her foot rests on my dick. Its soft, like the rest of her; velvety, too.

"Now, there's still that other thing you have to admit~"

And then she begins to move it, so, so softly at first. Despite having already blown a load bigger than...uh, a lot of them, I feel my erection returning, except this time even harder, you could use it as a pick for God's sake.

With the cloud of lust dispelled, I regain some control over myself.

"So, when are you going to admit it?"

"Admit what?"

"That you are an angry little boy, who knows he needs a big, strong monster to keep him on the straight and narrow, even if he won't admit it."

"I...I...I will never say such things!"

"Yes, I suppose it would sort of embarrassing to have that recorded by the security cameras, wouldn't it?"

My heart stops.

"Wait, what?"

"You didn't really think we left the cameras off in the sorority house, did you?" I turn, only to see that, indeed, the lights are blinking. "A few thousand monsters just saw you try and impregnate my hand. Smile! You're famous."

They...they saw me acting so sluttily, so...so--

Orgasm creeps up on me.

"Ohoo ho, you are bucking like a stallion at this point?"

"Fuck you!"

"Later, maybe."

I try and latch my thighs around her foot to try and keep it so I can get myself off, but no dice.

It comes so close, so close, but I lose it.

"...Fine."

She cups her hand around her ears. "I'm sorry, it's sort of hard to hear you from down there?"

"I....I... I'm a silly, slutty, angry little boy who needs a monster that's stronger than me to keep me on the straight and narrow!"

"There, was that so hard?"

Her foot comes down, and begins to rub.

And this time it doesn't stop. Not after I come the first time, or the second, or the third-- by the end I'm plastered in my own cum.

I feel...drained. Exhausted, even.

I try to get up, only to feel strong arms lift me from the ground and cradle me close.

"What happened...to letting me leave?"

"Oh, you're leaving. I'm just coming with you."

Tired, exhausted, and comfortable against her chest I fall asleep.
--
When I wake up, I'm cuddled close to her. She stuck me in my pajamas last night, the old, worn out Superman ones.

Lightly extracting myself, I make my way to the small kitchen of my apartment begin rummaging for breakfast food: bacon, eggs, toast, everything. I get out the whole carton of each, too.

Heavy steps let me she's awake and she strolls in, still wearing the BBB T-shirt. In the better light of my apartment, I can see the tattoos that trace around her body; I wanna trace them too, maybe with my tongue?

"Lot of food for a single guy."

"Well, I didn't know how much you'd eat."

She smiles, an honest smile, and I...I think I like it?