A Change With Kate

The shelves of my game cupboards were practically brimming with video games, after my extended date with Mira. She'd been perfectly happy to buy every stupid thing I suggested to her, and even if the final cost had been in the thousands of dollars, she'd smiled and called me Master to the end. I had even made her put the boxes up. That was probably the first order that seemed to actually annoy her, but she did it anyway. I got a blowjob and fucked her afterwards, then sent her home.

Just remembering that gave me a hard-on. That was the downside of sexually forcing a woman to buy you things: it meant whenever you thought about those things, you got an erection. I pulled out my phone, quickly flipping through my contacts as I decided on a booty call. I was in a sadistic mood, clearly, and Kate's number naturally came up. So I called her.

"Hello?" She asked, sounding a tad nervous. There was some vague music in the background, but I didn't pay it much mind.

"Hey. Come on over."

"I'm..." She trailed off for a moment. "Okay, I'll come over," she agreed.

"What? Is something wrong?"

"No, no," she said, now more energetic about it. "I just... was in the middle of something, but this is more important, sir," she said. There was a real thrill in hearing her say something like that. I had been going over the careers of my various coworkers (at least, the ones I was fucking), and watching her slam through the air like a bullet, survive getting shot, rip apart metal with her bare hands, and knowing she turned into an obedient puppy when I came calling, was definitely nice.

"Cool. Bring your costume over, by the way," I added.

"Yes, sir," she agreed.

* * *

The air whistled through Kate's ears as she rapidly approached Roger's apartment complex. She'd been at a strip club, which was... was that not okay with Roger? She hoped it was. Okay with Roger, that was. Should she tell him? He didn't really need to know... would he punish her? Fuck, that had her clit pressing against her panties under the costume, which was really uncomfortable.

The Erlqueen had apparently been living right across from him. Hiding something from him. So maybe she should be honest? Or maybe he didn't want her to be honest? She wasn't really sure what their relationship was, exactly... other than that she liked it, a lot, obviously. He was incredibly good in bed, and she'd never had to tell him anything about her own dirty tastes for him to just... dominate her. They'd sort of fallen into it, together, which was like something out of a smutty novel.

She found an open window and zipped in, quickly making her way down the staircase and around back to Roger's house. Her stomach was anxious as she stood at the door. She should tell him. She didn't want to fuck things up if he found out later somehow, where she'd been. Fuck! Her... he was her dominant, right? Yeah. He called her Sow, she called him Sir, that made him her dominant. She was so stupid and horny and was going to fuck up a good thing. She knocked on the door, and a moment later, he was there. He was hot, too. He had these cold eyes that dissected you like a piece of meat, which made her shiver a little to be under. Her nipples were hardening too. She felt her mouth grow dry as she stood there.

"Come on in," he told her, closing the door behind her once she did. His fingers reached out for her throat, feeling the choker which she was wearing just under her costume. She'd even worn it to the strip club. "I want a blowjob," he noted.

"Yes, Sir," she responded, glancing around, wondering where. Did he want it here, in the entryway? "I should say, Sir, um, I was at a strip club, when you called." He blinked a few times at that, seeming not to understand. "I don't have sex with the guys! It's just nice, to have guys act like you're desirable, even if they're just doing it for money..."

"You are very desirable, Kate," he told her, gently cupping her cheek for a moment. She could practically feel herself getting feelings, from a line like that. Who wouldn't? A handsome, devilish dominant man... okay, most girls liked a more submissive guy, but still. He'd even used her name, which he rarely did when they were alone. Did he want to maybe be a bit more romantic with her? She could definitely do that if he wanted to. If he didn't that was fine too, but, she didn't want him to break up with her, that was the most important thing. "Would you rather be at a strip club?"

"No, Sir," she said, shaking her head rapidly. Maybe if the guys would sleep with her... but that was basically illegal, and she didn't want to get in trouble. Not with her job.

"Okay. If you want a strip show, you can text me. If I'm free, I might even give you one. You can still go to a strip club if I'm not, though." Okay. So he didn't think this was romantic or super exclusive, then, and she hadn't completely fucked up. She felt a sigh of relief escape her throat.

"Yes, Sir."

"Kneel," he ordered, his voice suddenly harsh and sharp, and instinctively, she dropped to her knees. She could feel her nipples and clit scrape against her underwear as she got into that position. He was just so naturally dominant... he really made her feel like she was just a horny pervert that was lucky to find a guy willing to indulge her. He grabbed a tangle of her hair, and pressed her cheek against his pelvis. He was hard. For her. That was good. Right? Obviously. He wasn't too traumatized by what had happened with Fals, then, if his dick was still ready to go for another round. "Tell me what you are."

"Your fuckpig," she said, saying the first thing that came to mind, and she felt his dick twitch against her cheek. She'd said the right thing, then. She couldn't help but smile up at him.

"And what else?" She had no idea. "You're a superheroine. You're a superheroine, and a fuckpig." This was a little unusual for him, but she wasn't going to complain. Normally he'd say something like, how pathetic she was, how perverted she was, being a superheroine and a fuckpig, it was disgusting, that kind of thing...

"Yes, I'm a superheroine, and a fuckpig," she told him.

"My superheroine and my fuckpig." he noted.

"Yes, Sir," she agreed. "Your superheroine. Your fuckpig."

"You'd never let anybody hurt me, would you, Sow?" She shook her head rapidly. She felt guilty for not having been able to save him the first time, hearing those words leave his lips. "If I wanted to fuck Mira, or Nora, or Tsuru, or Priscilla, or Esther, or Xico, or anybody else in my house - you'd sit in the closet and wait for us to finish, wouldn't you?" She nodded. "Leave, even if we were right in the middle of something?" She nodded again, brushing her cheek against his dick. She could be a cad sometimes, but she could tell that Roger really wanted her reassurance, even if she wasn't entirely sure why. "Is there any reason that you shouldn't move into my house so I can use you whenever I feel like, and kick you out whenever I want privacy?"

Did he... was he... offering? "N-no, Sir, not that I can think of, Sir."

"Keep your old place. But I want you here, regularly, from now on, so bring over clothes, toothbrushes, whatever."

"Yes, Sir," she agreed immediately. He unzipped his pants, then, the noise so close to her ear, so intimate that she could almost taste his cock already. This was probably temporary... he just wanted to feel safe, and she had superpowers, that was the only reason he was suggesting something like this. His dick popped into view, and she took a deep breath as she admired it. It was nice and big and sexy. She even found she liked the dirty smell it had, from the fact he didn't really wash that thoroughly. She thought she could even catch the scent of another woman on his hard cock, as it slapped against her cheek. That made her wet too.

She was such a pervert.

"Open up," he ordered, and her mouth fell open obediently, as he just slipped his hard length deep into her throat without hesitation. He never seemed to really think much of her pleasure, which was part of what made him so sexy. That casual, almost bratty vibe, like he could treat her contemptuously and get away with it. He obviously could, too. He'd gotten away with it so far, and she wasn't going to stop him. He dragged her hair into a set of pigtails and started to pump her face on his cock, and she followed his every whim. Sure, she could have overpowered him, but... she liked it. "Play with yourself, you horny little fuckpig," he ordered.

Her cheeks burned at just the command. She was still in her costume! She had underwear on, sure, but that was a bit much... how was she supposed to play with herself like this?

"Are you disobeying me?" He prompted her, mashing her face right into her pelvis. His hard cock filled her whole throat, his taste completely staining her tongue. "I thought you understood your position. I sate your disgusting, perverted desires, and in return, you do whatever I say. Isn't that the agreement, Sow?" She nodded around his cock, and her hands went down for her groin. She started just rubbing her clit through the layers of fabric of her costume and panties, staring up at him all the while - he soon became satisfied with her work, and started to pump at her face again.

His movements became superhumanly fast after less than a minute, and just a few seconds later, he was pulling back, spraying cum into her mouth and then across her face, just staining her. She could smell it, so thick and nice, a quiet little statement that she had done good, she'd brought him off with her mouth. Quickly, too! Sometimes, he'd take over an hour to come, and she was pretty sure he was denying her on purpose... this was nice, too, though. She kept playing with herself, just because he hadn't told her to stop.

"Look at you, you disgusting fuckpig," he said, taking out his phone. Her heart jumped in her chest as he got ready to record her. He wouldn't do anything with the video, right? "I want to have this recorded for the future. The great superheroine Perihelion, kneeling after getting cum all over her face, hand in her pussy. It's the perfect encapsulation of what you are." She wasn't entirely sure what he meant, but she nodded along anyway. If he was getting a bit strange, that was probably just because of what happened with the Erlqueen, so she should go along with it. Let him know that she would always do whatever he said.

It was ridiculous, wasn't it? Obscene, even. Here she was, kneeling before a guy, stroking herself off just because he ordered her to. But she wasn't stopping. Because she was a perverted, dirty, fuckpig, a horny idiot who would do anything to get treated like what she was by a hot guy. She was really lucky to have gotten to fuck Roger. "Yes... I'm Perihelion, and I'm a fuckpig," she said, and through the eye that wasn't forced closed by cum, she saw his dick twitch, a little precum coming out. She stretched her tongue out to lick it up like the degenerate fuckpig she was, and he just groaned in response. "I'm masturbating after sucking cock. I'm so pathetic. My flabby pussy isn't appealing to any man, so just getting to suck cock, is all I'm worth."

He turned off the camera at that point, placing one firm hand on her head. "Go wash your face off. Take off the minimum amount of your costume for me to fuck you," he added, and she nodded. She wound up floating to the bathroom rather than risk stumbling due to her lopsided perspective, and soon she was cleaning herself off in his bathroom.

Her bathroom? He was making her live here. Making her live with him. It was obvious even to her currently clit-addled brain that it was just because he felt safe with her. That was fine, though. He fucked her, made her come, used her, dominated her, treated her the way she wanted to be treated... it was better than fine, really. It was a lucky break. No, that was a really shitty thing to think.

She'd finished cleaning her face off. Her costume was in two main parts, the top and the bottom, so she stripped off her pants, leaving her wearing the absurd microkini that she'd bought for him. He'd seemed to like it, no matter how ridiculous it made her feel. It was the kind of thing guys wore in porno, but here she was, a woman, wearing it. It was extra humiliating just for that fact, her cheeks burning at the mere thought.

She left the bathroom at that point, finding Roger lying on his bed. He looked at her, grinning as he saw her panties. That was good. She was wearing them because he'd ordered her to, after all. "I want to fuck your ass," he told her, and her eyebrows rose. That was cool. Anal sex was good. "With you facing away from me, obviously. And I want you to do all the work, squatting over my dick, legs spread wide," he explained.

It was a really bizarre position, and if she wasn't superstrong, it probably would even have been uncomfortable, as she squatted down over his dick, pushing her panties to one side, his cockhead pressing against her rosebud in a moment. The only lube they had was his spit, but she sure hoped he didn't mind it, as she began to descend down his length. He groaned, fingers digging into her ass cheeks suddenly, just sinking into them with what was probably lust. "That's my fuckpig," he breathed out. "That's my superheroine fuckpig," he said, tossing her cape over her shoulder. "You'll always do whatever I say, won't you, Sow?"

"Yes, Sir," she agreed. He wanted to be reassured because he was scared after what happened with the Erlqueen. If he was serious, though, that was hot too. She slid her ass cheeks slowly down his cock. "Oink oink," she declared, her cheeks burning at the spontaneous words, but he couldn't actually see her face. She could feel his cock, though, and the way it twitched inside her. "Oink oink oink," she declared, wiggling her butt around his dick a bit, making him gasp as she kept going down. "Oink! Oink!" She declared. If he enjoyed himself a lot, that meant more anal sex for her in the future.

"That's my girl," he said, giving her ass a quick swat. It didn't hurt at all, physically, but it still sent a nice tingle through her whole body at the treatment. The phrasing was easy to take as diminutive, too - like she was just a little girl, obediently doing whatever Daddy said. Or something like that, anyway. DILF stuff was hot, even if she was now at the age where many potential dating partners were dads, which was a lot less hot in the real world. Not that she was dating anybody, either. Just Roger. If you counted this as dating...

He leaned up, his hands suddenly grasping her breasts on either side. She felt her clit throb at the feeling of his fingers suddenly beginning to play with her nipples, pinching and teasing them in that way only he could do. It had to be power enhanced somehow, the way he could put her body through that sort of pleasure with lightning speed, but she just moaned as she enjoyed herself. "You're not fucking this ass of yours on my cock, Sow," he noted, stern disapproval in his voice at her failure.

She tried with her legs, but the pleasure was making her muscles spasm - so instead she chose to try using her flight power to start pumping her ass up and down his hard cock. He grunted at the sensation, pumping up into her intermittently, his hard cock diving deep into her tight ass. She was definitely going to come. She was going to come on his dick. Fuck, they'd barely been doing it for two minutes, she was such a quickshot, she should try not to - his hand went to her clit.

She came. Hard. It was an explosion of pleasure, and she clenched her pussy muscles, desperately trying to avoid a repeat of another humiliating event. Not because she minded being humiliated by Roger, just because it was a huge pain in the ass to clean her piss off his bed. "Look at you. You're getting insulted. Used. Made to wear ridiculous clothes, all the time. A choker," he breathed the words into her ear, and she was already starting to feel another orgasm come, due to how obscenely good his hand on her clit felt. "You're a horny little fuckpig, aren't you? Coming like this?"

"Yuh, yes, Sir," she sputtered out. She was ridiculous. She was pathetic. She looked absurd, she knew. She was absurd. A complete pervert lucky to have found a guy willing to put up with her perversions. Fuck, he probably could have just fucked an array of different girls in front of her, and she would have put up with it - instead, he was fucking her ass. "Thuh, thank you," she sputtered out, as that thought came to mind. "Thank you for fucking my ass, Sir," she said, and he suddenly, sharply, slapped her clit.

She came again, of course. Her eyes clenched shut. It was completely humiliating. She couldn't keep her orgasms in. She was a quickshot, at least when it came to Roger. (She was better with other guys, though not great.) He was just too good at sex. He had her wrapped around his finger, it was like one of those ancient myths about the devilish satyrs that seduce women with their big dicks and their open legs, then the women are never seen again... she wouldn't mind never being seen again, if it was because she was spending all her time with him.

He tugged down her costume, just a little, just enough to reveal the choker she was wearing underneath it. His fingers trailed along it. He clearly liked it a lot, and not because it was so well-designed or fashionable. He never really seemed into fashion (you could tell, by the clothes he wore). But right now, she was a fuckpig bouncing on his dick, collared and claimed. She was wearing her actual work uniform, sweating into it, but she didn't even really care about that, as he started to accelerate his pace inside her to superhuman speeds.

She couldn't talk. He didn't talk. She just did her best to bounce on his cock, and he groped her tits and ass as he pounded her from below, thrusting his hips up again and again. She was happy he was so enthusiastic about it, it made her feel like she was doing a good job, even though she was sure it was just because of her big tits and ass rather than anything skillswise on her part. She was just a horny pervert who was lucky enough to find a guy the right level of disgusted and aroused by her to treat her this way. The way she definitely deserved to be treated.

By the time he finally came in her, a few minutes later... she'd probably come half a dozen times during the sex. She was such an absurd quickshot, it was humiliating, and she worried he wouldn't like it, that he'd find her so pathetic that he wouldn't even deign to give her his cock again. Instead, he came right up her ass with a groan, just mauling her tits in either hand as he did so, plastering his hot muscular body up against hers as if he was intensely pleased by the chance to fuck her ass.

It was silly. He was being nice to her, fucking her ass like that. Paying her back for sucking him off all those times. Obviously he wasn't doing it for his own sake... guys didn't like anal.

He pulled out of her at that point, suddenly zipping around to the bathroom, turning on the warm water and coming back to her. He was so fast that she was still squatting, legs spread wide, as he approached. He grinned as he looked down at her, reaching for the base of her top, pulling it up and over her tits. "I thought so," he said, as he saw the black microkini she was still wearing. Her cheeks burned. "You look nice like this, Sow," he added, giving her cheek a gentle pat.

"Thank you, Sir."

"I'm going to wash my dick off. What I want you to do, while I take a bath, is get dressed, go home, and get some changes of clothes and other stuff you'll need. Got it?"

"Yes, Sir," she agreed, instantly, rising from her position on the bed, suddenly feeling full of energy.

"If you get back before I get out of the tub..." he tilted his head, drawing out the moment. He was presumably thinking of rewarding her for being speedy. "I'll fuck you in the tub. Right in that needy, empty pussy of yours," he said, reaching out for her panties and brushing along the line of her sex through it.

"Yes, Sir!" She agreed, immediately, hurriedly moving to get dressed as fast as she could, while he just chuckled and watched her.

* * *

I had ordered Kate to do it quickly mostly just to tease and threaten her. I was, realistically, just going to lie in the warm water, naked as the day I was born, until either she showed up (more likely) or the water got cold (less likely). It was pleasant, just floating there. I soaped up my dick a bit, to make sure it was clean, before plunging it back beneath the water. UTIs were still a problem in this world, after all, and ass-to-vag was a great way to cause them.

It was probably stupid, demanding that Kate start living with me, but she was... obedient. Right now, what I really wanted was an obedient girl. One who did what I said, when I said, because I said it. Even when Mira was playing at being 'mind controlled,' there was that occasional momentary resistance, and of course, the knowledge she was just playing. With Kate, though? With Kate, she just obeyed. She was eager to obey. Happy to obey. Like a horny, fat-titted dog.

When she got back, not five minutes after I'd gotten in the bath (and not twenty after I'd given her her orders), she dumped a backpack onto the bed and rushed into the bathroom with a noisy, lumbering gait, panting as if terrified she'd been too slow. I just smiled, admiring her. "Naked," I ordered her, and immediately she started to strip. There was no finesse in it, beyond the bare minimum necessary to keep her clothes from getting ripped. A few seconds later, she was tumbling into the tub with me, on top of me, and I soon guided my cock right into her needy cunt. "Look at you, Sow," I told her. She was actually still wearing the choker which was the hottest thing. "You're just my obedient little fuckpig, aren't you?"

"Yes, Sir," she agreed, her pussy squeezing down on my dick for the moment. "I'm your obedient little fuckpig. I, Perihelion, the superheroine, am nothing but an obedient fuckpig for you," she said, her voice husky, breathless, clearly aroused.

"I'm feeling lazy," I said, fingers finding their way around to her ass cheeks, groping the nice, muscular, butt she had. "You can do it yourself from here, can't you?"

"Yes, Sir," she agreed, instantly, her eyes flashing with desire as she started to bounce on my dick without the slightest hesitation. She felt fantastic, a tight, muscular pussy massaging my dick, a pair of big fat tits bouncing with every pump of her hips up and down, the water splashing around us both as I lay there. "Am I doing good, Sir? If you want me to do anything different-"

I stuffed two fingers into her mouth, shutting her up. "If I wanted you to do anything different, I'd tell you, Sow. Do you think that I'd keep something like that back for the sake of your feelings?" Her cheeks burned and she shook her head rapidly. "That's right. So just suck those fingers like they were my cock, and don't talk unless you have something worthwhile to say - like a declaration that you're nothing but my personal masturbation aid."

She actually came to those words, her pussy clamping down on my dick as her eyelashes fluttered, her lips distending to stretch around my fingers. It was honestly insanely hot,and I decided to just let go inside her as well, jerking as I sprayed hot cum into her pussy. When I was spent, though, I got out of the tub lickety split - I didn't want cum to stain my legs. "When you're done orgasming in the tub like a complete pervert, dry off and join me in bed," I told her, as I dried off.

There was a certain light to her eyes at those words, and she, again, practically tumbled out of the tub, using her flight to jerkily force herself up and out even as the afterglow of her orgasm continued.

When I went to sleep, it was with a superheroine letting me grope her tits in either hands as I dry humped her naked body from behind. The only thing she was wearing was that collar, and I inwardly resolved to keep it that way for the rest of the night.