Dystopian Dick Down

Dystopian Dick Down

The world has changed so much in the last few years, since the alien invasion and uprising of AI. We humans are now mere scavengers, where we once ruled this planet.  I’m roaming the eerily quiet city streets, noticing how the sky is never really blue anymore. I don’t often get out alone, so it feels a bit like freedom. You won’t find pretty girls like me with real freedom anymore. The only sounds I hear are the occasional scurry of a mouse and the threatening sound of a bike gang somewhere in the distance. I didn’t realize that tonight I was in for another “dystopian dick-down”. (As you like to call them.)  But, the thought crossed my mind when I felt your call buzzing in my ear.

“Yes sir..” I answer, my heart racing. What could you want?

“Yes, I got enough batteries, I’ll be back to base shortly.” Suddenly, the buzzing in my ear was joined by a buzzing around my neck. The collar you have me wear, it’s powering up as we speak. I hear it whirring, feel it getting warm, and the adrenaline in my body starts to pump. You only turn on my collar for very special evenings. I’m in for another dystopian dick-down! “Oh no..” I murmur accidentally. The change in me from the last encounter was undeniable.  I’ve been the perfect little submissive pet to you ever since. Making you perfectly presented dry yogurt bowls each morning, and perfectly preformed fillatio to end each night. 

I wanted you happy enough to spare me another dystopian dick-down.

But alas, no matter how effectively I drain those balls of yours, or how perfectly I plate your dried yogurt, whoring out or little slut is far too profitable in this hellscape. You’ve laid out a piddly excuse for an outfit, and you’re not being friendly in the least. (The last time I put up a fuss and you’re having none of it tonight.) I keep my pretty mouth shut and obediently dawn the little number you’ve chosen for my night’s performance. A slutty little matching bra and panty set. Both are shiny black leather, and the panties have a crisscross lacing up the center, that is very pointedly not laced at all in the middle. My little cunt could feel the breeze as I wiggled everything into place. My tits are nice and shiny, my nipples hard and poking through.

It makes me feel extra slutty knowing my body is getting all turned on for my dystopian dick-down.

You’re examining me, approving of my slutty pigtails and red lips. Shoving your finger abruptly into my tight cunt just to check and make sure I’m wet and ready. You adjust the piece in my ear, (You’ll need me to be able to hear you at all times.) You push the little remote in your hand to send a little reminder shock wave through my collar. I’m to be a good girl, take good care of these men, and do what you say in my ear or I will be punished. Just then, I hear the sounds of approaching men. Gripping my hair, and growling in my ear telling me what a good little fuck toy I am, you remind me that you’ll be watching the entire time. And if I do a perfect job, you’ll paint my pretty face afterward.

This isn’t about making a cuck of you. This dystopian dick-down would not be complete without you and that cock of yours! Call me, and I’ll be your dirty secret! Let’s see what these men do to me, and where you’re going to lay down your load!

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