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[b][u][center]The Island of Freedom and Submission

Part 3

For angelus288

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

He hadn’t given her an order to stop, which meant that she had a chance. That chance was going to depend entirely on how well he responded to the next few things she did, but Cora was reasonably sure that – aside from the surprise revelation that he could pick up that she was a Deviant – she had read Derek right. He was someone that might not want to take the back seat, but would the minute that someone with a stronger will was around. He was someone that didn’t want to fight a woman, but would accept what they did, regardless of whether he agreed, just because he wanted them to be happy.

And, most of all, he was someone that was interested in anthromorphs in a sexual fashion, which meant that he would be that much easier to handle as long as she was able to bring him some satisfaction. Quite honestly, he should be worried about whether he could satisfy her, not the other way around.

She smiled as she sauntered forward, soon pinning him to the wall with one arm. His cheeks were bright red as she looked him up and down, and she could smell that he was starting to get turned on. Oh, he was definitely getting turned on, considering his eyes were flicking down her body.

“What…what do you want?” he asked.

“I think you know exactly what I’m offering.”

“But –”

“But nothing, my human ‘master’.” She smiled, pushing down on his shoulder, and he barely winced before slowly going down, down, down. It was so easy to take control like this, so easy to remind him where he belonged. Oh, he seemed to like it, too, as she spotted the bulge in his trousers. Maybe there was something about being under a female anthromorph that really turned him on. “You are not going anywhere until I have my satisfaction.”

“This…this is highly –”

“And if I am satisfied, perhaps you will be, too. And then…we don’t have to talk about Deviants. Do we? Not when anyone else can hear.”

She pushed him back, standing with one foot on his thigh, the other on the ground. His cock twitched. Oh, he had something for them, then. She knew that he had been staring earlier, but this was the first time that she was damn sure that he was into them. She chuckled, slowly rolling her foot to the side, the soft pad under her toes pressing into the meat of his bulge.

He gasped, just as she expected, and she slowly rolled her foot the other way, pulling back. A slight stain was left behind.

“Heh…oh, we are going to have such fun, Master…”

“Mmmph…”

“Get down. On your back.”

The human did as he was told, and she was rather surprised that Derek was as willing as he was. She knew that he was going to be a good boy – the human had come for a jog rather than taking the car, after all, and that had entirely been down to her suggesting it – but that hadn’t meant that he was necessarily going to go down without a fight. Yet, here he was, on his back, his cheeks burning, his pants filled with a throbbing erection. She put on a bigger smile, moving to stand beside him, resting her toes between his legs.

“Mmm, my, my, my…look at this. A human throbbing and begging for the touch of an anthromorph.”

“It’s…not that strange…”

“No, not if you were interested in these…” She hefted her breasts, lifting them before letting them fall. “Or if you were interested in my other holes…but you’re not, are you?”

“I…Maybe some…”

“But not as much as you’re interested in these.”

She pushed down with her toes again, teasing, tickling the very base of his cock through his pants. Oh, he throbbed for that, eagerly pushing up, thrusting his hips towards the bottom of her foot. She pulled back before he could do more than spasm, however. No point in letting the game end early.

“Ah ah.”

“Mmmph…are you just –”

“Ah. Ah.”

She said it more firmly that time, and followed up by shifting her position, bringing her padded foot down on his face. His eyes went wider as she pushed down gently, her toes curling in the old memories and instincts of curling her claws around her prey. Not something that she could do anymore, of course, as her feet were more humanoid than not, but she still did it, trapping his nose between her toes.

“I didn’t say that you could talk, ‘Master.’”

“…”

“That’s better, boy.”

As she rolled her foot from side to side, teasing him and grinding her sole on his face, she smiled a little bit more. It was a more natural smile, almost a smirk, and it was entirely from the feeling of having someone under her foot again.

[i]It’s been far too long…[/i]

She used to sneak out from her lessons, and she’d paid her conditioning agents to let her get away with it with sex. It was the entire reason that she knew how to do this so well without being a sex-based anthromorph, without getting the conditioning for that particular job. Without having all those humans that had been so interested in her body and being willing to let things slide if they got the sort of fun they wanted, she had learned how to enjoy all kinds of things, from a big cock in her ass to her pussy getting fucked, to the feeling of someone under her feet.

That last one was a particular favorite. Ever since that young, shy security guard had ended up staring at them, and she’d ended up offering him some fun in desperation to avoid trouble, she had found out that she loved humans underfoot. More to the point, she loved it when they liked it, too, when they knew just how good it felt to be down there and wanted her to take them there, to hold them and dominate them the way that they [i]deserved.[/i]

“That’s it, human. Now, open your mouth and lick my toes…Show your mistress how much she deserves your worship.”

If she wasn’t imagining things, that made him moan, and she was sure that his erection got all the stiffer in his pants. She imagined that was going to be quite the wild ride when she got around to having her fun with that, but for the moment, it was all down to seeing him stick out his tongue and –

“Mmmm…”

The familiar sensation of getting her toes licked was just as good as ever. Slightly warm, slightly slimy, but unlike with that security guard, who was so shy that he barely had the initiative to keep going without her encouraging him, Derek was eager right from the start. He had his tongue stuck right between her toes, licking in the spaces between them. Her clean soles were, of course, easy to keep licking without getting crossed out, but the way that he just jumped right into it was perfect for her.

She could feel her pussy getting wet already, and she smiled as she caressed herself down there, rubbing the flesh-tight material. As she wiggled her toes, the human turned his head, caressing her toes with his tongue, licking them, sucking on them when she pressed down on his tongue. He didn’t try to hurry it, either. His eagerness was entirely to do what she said down there, and that…that was just what she’d been missing.

[i]Mmmm…this place just got a whole lot better.[/i]

She slowly pulled her foot back, dragging her toe along his tongue the whole way. He panted under her, shivering, his nostrils flaring almost like he was trying to catch the smell of her sole. She chuckled.

“It’s not going to get you anything. I am engineered to be…perfect.”

“Mmmph…all…all anthromorphs are.”

“Ah ah.” She pressed down on his face, her heel against his chin, her toes against his forehead. His nose was trapped right against her arch. “Call me mistress when you’re down there.”

“Sorry, Mistress.”

“That’s better.”

“Mmph…but all of you are, Mistress.”

“But I’m different, aren’t I?”

“Mmmph…you’re better…better than others I’ve seen,” he said with a blush, looking up at her between her toes as she dragged her foot down a bit. “Better than the other females I saw around the house.”

“That’s because I’m a Deviant. I know how to play [i]my[/i] way, instead of the way that I was supposed to. I’m going to make you do what [i]I[/i] want, and that’s just what you’re going to do, isn’t it, ‘Master’?”

Every time she said it, she infused the title with as much disdain as she could summon, as much derision and as much humiliation as she could. Master. How could anyone be the master when they were on their back sucking on someone’s toes? How could they do anything down there while she was the one pushing them to obey?

They couldn’t, that was how. And the more that she pushed the role reversal, the more that Derek shivered under her foot, and the more that his cock throbbed in his pants.

“You want me to be in charge.”

“Nnngh…in…in here, yes, Mistress.”

“Not out there, hmm? You think that you can stop me?”

“I…I…”

“Wrong answer, ‘Master.’”

She stepped on his face again, slowly grinding the underside of her foot against his cheek, against his lips. She held him pinned, forcing him to breathe, taste, and huff the bottom of her foot. Regardless of the fact that she barely sweated, and despite the fact that she sloughed off dirt with ease, she knew that he’d still smell something down there. Pheromones, if soft ones, that pushed him down to where he belonged. A human, under her foot. Yes. So good.

She groaned under her breath as she ground her heel down against his chin, forcing his mouth open. It was an unexpected pleasure to feel his tongue already dancing along her heel, then her arch, but she took it. Every breath she took was another shaking one as she made herself maintain control.

[i]I am the Mistress. I cannot slip.[/i]

If she did, then she ran the risk of him finding his courage again, and then deciding that he was ashamed of what he’d done, and then –

Then things would go the wrong way. She had to be firm. She had to be courageous. She had to be definite that she was the one in charge as long as the AI wasn’t watching them.

And Derek seemed fine with that for the moment. She allowed him a smile as she turned her foot so that he could look up at her, nodding her approval at his dedication to her pleasure. He smiled and sighed in relief, only for him to gasp as she pulled her foot back down to his crotch.

“You’ve been a good boy, so I’ll let you pick.”

“Pick what, Mistress?”

“Whether you want to put your cock to work under my foot, or if you think that you’re good enough to satisfy my pussy.”

“…I’m…I’m allowed to pick?”

“Yes, but if you don’t do well enough, then I’m going to have to punish you.”

“How, Mistress?”

“Oh, that’s up to me to decide.”

Plus, she hadn’t actually figured out what would be something she could follow through on. The last thing that she needed was for the AI to figure out that she was a Deviant, or that the master had been compromised by her. That would get back to Martin Bronson almost immediately, and then she would be replaced as the manager of the estate. No, she’d need to play it smooth.

He looked at her, and she waited. Just to give him a tease, she tapped the belt, and the nanites pulled away, revealing more of her sex. The fur down there was wet, but pulled to the side, showing off her puffy, fluffy hole. It was something that had gotten plenty of experience, yes, but that didn’t show. She just looked like a horny woman, her body long-since leaving her feral parts behind to have something that was more like the perfection of the best porn stars that humans had had in the past.

She wondered, sometimes, what it would have been like to be born with something else, but she knew that wouldn’t have attracted the right sort of humans. In any case, she had what she had, and it was more than good enough.

“Pussy,” he eventually chose. “I want your pussy.”

“Brave, ‘Master,’ brave.”

She chuckled, tapping collar and belt at the same time. The outfit disappeared, leaving her completely naked a second later. She squatted down over one of his legs, working the buttons of his old-style pants and pulling them open, then dragging his zipper down. His underwear was already damp, but she imagined that she’d be doing the work again. She pulled them out of the way –

And was instantly surprised. He was surprisingly well-endowed, someone that had a few inches more than the average human, for sure. Whether that was a genemod or something else, it didn’t matter; that was going to fill her up, and then some. She stroked it slowly, her padded fingers and clawed tips almost threatening it, but he didn’t flinch away.

“Mmmph…”

If anything, he moaned more when she made her claws a little more obvious. She chuckled, looking down at him as she leaned in, the whiskers on her cheek flicking against his shaft.

“You like that, hmmm?”

“Mmph…yes, Mistress?”

“More or less than my foot?”

“L-less.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Please…please, can I have your –”

“Are you reduced to begging already, ‘Master’?”

“You…wanted begging…”

“Yes, and I wanted you to realize what you were doing.”

“Mmph…you’re gonna…gonna make me…”

She knew that he was getting close, just like she knew that she could push him right over the edge right then if she really wanted to. She almost did, just to show him that she was the one in control, but she pulled back at the last second. It had reached the point where she rather wanted some satisfaction beyond just having her foot licked, and it was time for her to get it.

She slid forward, resting her hips against his, her pussy grinding down on his shaft. He groaned again, his hands gripping at the floor. He had some truly submissive instincts in bed, and she smiled.

“Is this your first time with an anthromorph?”

“Mmmph…yes…”

“Then you’re going to remember this for the rest of your life.”

“I know I will. I already will remember all this.”

[i]Hmmph…trying to be kind…[/i]

It wasn’t enough to make her blush, but it was enough to stop the verbal teasing. She still hadn’t entirely figured him out, but it did make her wonder what else he had to him that made him so strange compared to other humans. She had a mystery on her hands, and she needed to figure it out.

But first, pleasure.

Smiling at him, she slid forward until her pussy rested right against the head of his cock. His fingers twitched against the floor, but he didn’t try and grab her. He was learning, learning how to take his time, to let her take the lead. Not that there was much teaching needed; he was already eager for her to take that role.

But he still gasped when she slid back, still came so close to grabbing her hips. She grabbed him first; she’d seen it coming, and she was faster.

“Ah, ah.”

“Nnngh…you…come on…keep going…”

“Soon, ‘Master.’”

He nodded, slowly lowering his hands back to his sides. He was her dildo now, her human dildo that she was going to ride until she was done. She rolled her hips back, slowly pulling him in inch by inch. She had to admit that he was bigger than the scientists that she was used to, at least two inches longer and maybe half an inch thicker. Despite lots of training, there was only so much that one could get ready for compared to that.

She rolled back, forward, back again, each time feeling her pussy stretch that little bit more. She huffed under her breath, lowering her head slightly as she rested her hands on his chest.

“Mmmm, you like that, ‘Master’?”

“I love it.”

“You think that you can take it?”

“I…I’m going to try.”

She imagined that he was, but that didn’t mean that he was going to succeed, or that she was going to take it easy on him. She worked herself up to the head again, feeling the long, thick shaft pulling at her inner walls as she slid along, only to slam back hard. The squelch sound as he filled her up was nothing short of ear-piercing, loud and shocking, and the piercing feeling of his cock going all that way inside of her was no less intense. She gripped at him, her fingers almost clawing into his chest.

“Mmmmmmm…”

Knowing that he barely had the air to keep conscious, let alone respond, she kept riding. Each time she slammed back, she made sure to take the whole thing at once, driving the air right out of him. His balls bounced sometimes, too, but it was that throbbing cock that held her entire attention. He wanted this, he needed this, and she was going to give it to him.

In, out, in, out, each time slamming so hard to mark that cock with her pheromones and juices. In, out, in, out, each time pulling him into her depths so that her pussy could mark his cock properly, have it come out with that wet, pussy-juice shine.

[i]Mine,[/i] she thought. [i]This human is mine.[/i]

Whether he’d be a good human or not, she didn’t know, but she was already feeling possessive of him, already feeling wanting of what he could do for her, and to her, and under her. He was going to be her thing, her toy, her person.

[i]I’m the Mistress…[/i]

He was panting for her, but she was panting for him, too, the pair of them starting to move in unison. Once she gave permission, he started rolling his hips upwards, giving her something to grind on, to thrust against. It was a good little addition to the pleasure that she was already getting, giving her something to get nudged by, to add to the force of her hip thrusts so that it was always growing.

Up, down, up, down, his balls occasionally flinging up hard enough to slap against her rather than just hang down. She could feel his hands still trying to move up, but he was holding back, being good, being very good.

[i]Very good…[/i]

She panted as she worked herself up to the tip again, feeling her own orgasm on the edge of coming free. She could have finished right there, but she didn’t want to do it before he did. She wanted to hold out, make him cum first, and then show him what a benevolent mistress she was when he didn’t outlast her.

It shouldn’t be too hard. He was, after all, merely human…

#

An hour passed, and she was barely holding off her orgasm. She could tell that he was as strained as she was, but he hadn’t cum yet, and she didn’t know why. She’d changed position, even, facing away from him, giving him a view of her soles and her ass, but he still hadn’t cum no matter how hard she rode him.

She was almost a sweaty mess. Almost. She looked over her shoulder at him, panting hard, summoning up all her remaining authority.

“Why haven’t you cum?”

“You…you didn’t give me permission.”

Cora didn’t know how to respond to that. She was gobsmacked. Not only had he been holding back for a good reason, but she hadn’t thought to tell him to cum. He had just held back like a good sub would have.

Sure that her face was the picture of flabbergasted bemusement, she leaned back, grinding her ass into his crotch. Derek groaned, his hands moving down to her feet, massaging over her arches. Oh, she liked that. She liked that a lot.

“Alright then, Derek…you may cum.”

She had barely gotten to the letter ‘m’ in that word before he was suiting word to deed. He arched his back, lifting her up and spitting her on his cock slightly, and she [i]felt[/i] that splatter on her insides. She almost screamed out loud at the feeling of it going so deep, filling her to the brim and them some. It was going right into her womb, and she could feel every hot spurt hitting the upper walls, and more.

She had to grip at his legs to keep from going over the edge herself, but even then, she could feel mini-orgasms going through her. She didn’t want him to know that he was the one that was responsible for it, didn’t want him to think that he was quite good enough for that yet, but it was close. Real close.

She panted as she hung forward, staring down at the ground. Was she drooling? A little, yes. Rubbing her mouth clean, she slowly looked over her shoulder. Derek was panting, his cheeks burning red, but…

But he didn’t look utterly drained, the way most humans would have been. And he didn’t look like he was going to chase her off, either.

“…You are a strange human,” she muttered.

“Well, you started it.”

“Yes, because you wanted it.”

“And so did you.”

“…I may have a thing for submissive humans.”

“I may have a thing for dominant anthromorph females.”

“Then I guess that we’ll be able to work together.”

“Yes…if you’re done?”

“…You can go again?”

“It’s, uh, a number of genemods we get. We’re supposed to guarantee an heir, so that means we can cum about…six times before we need a rest?”

Cora’s best partner had been that security guard, who had been able to go three times at his best. Six was something that she had never, ever imagined having in someone that she was able to bump uglies with, at least for any frequency.

The look she must have given him seemed to scare him slightly, but she could feel his cock throbbing inside of her again. She chuckled as it stirred the seed that was left behind, but rather than give in to temptation, she slowly stood up. Her legs wobbled more than she would have liked, but she stood up.

“I think it’s time that you tell me more about why you’ve been sent here, Master,” she said, dropping the disdain.

“Why?”

“Because you obviously pissed someone off on the mainland. You wouldn’t be here, otherwise.”

“Well…true.”

“And I’m going to bet that you’re stuck here for a while, so we might as well start getting to know each other properly.”

“Didn’t we just do that?” Derek joked.

“That’s not knowing. That’s enjoying. Now. Tell me what happened.”

They got dressed again as Derek told her the story, and what a story it was. She almost didn’t believe some of it, considering that it meant that the Bronson family was even more self-absorbed than she had believed humans could be. The fact that there had been that many deaths in a protest didn’t surprise her, but the fact that Derek believed something would change after that did. After all, she didn’t expect an idiot optimist.

“You think that the world will change?” she asked.

“I think it has to.”

“The world’s never going to change. The Mega-Corps have too much power.”

“They used to. Now?” Derek shrugged. “Those who make peaceful protest impossible make violent revolution inevitable.”

“That’s a quote,” she accused.

“Doesn’t make it any less right, right?”

“Logically? No. Realistically?”

“What makes you think it won’t change?”

“They’ve got the guns.”

“Only some of them.”

“Enough of them. And the robots. And the drones.”

“And if the right people turned, the right companies?”

“…Depending on which they were, some of them would stop working.”

“Right. But even if they don’t –”

“If they don’t, it won’t work.”

Derek sighed, and Cora rolled her eyes. There it was. The stupidity. She sat down, crossing one leg over the other, curling her toes. His eyes went down, and she snapped her fingers.

“Eyes up, hmmm?”

“Sorry. You have, um, very distracting feet.”

“Thanks. But back to the whole thing that we were talking about?”

“You think that people won’t succeed? There’s more of the poor than there are of the rich.”

“And there’s more bullets than there are people on either side.”

“…”

“You saw what happened in NYC. Now, I didn’t see that, myself, but from what you’re saying, they didn’t even hesitate to start firing live bullets. It didn’t matter if the people in the crowd were customers, were workers, were anything. All that mattered was that they were standing against what the companies wanted, and that meant that they were no longer profitable. A giant revolution just means that you give the corporations one giant target instead of a bunch of little ones.”

“They can’t kill us all. Not without starving themselves of all their resources. They’re not self-sufficient, yet.”

“Right. So, we let them kill us all. That’ll show them when they slowly starve to death and have to eat strip steak rather than filet mignon.”

She could tell that she was pissing him off, but she didn’t actually [i]care[/i] at that point. He was trying to present her with a situation that he believed they could win, while his family was probably the sane ones here. No wonder they had sent him off to the end of the world, on an isolated island, just to try and get some perspective.

Still, she had to admit, it would be a beautiful thing to see some of the Mega-Corps brought down. The world didn’t like her and her kind, and she would have preferred to see them free rather than running around as servants. Even the happier ones like Alexa were still forced into extensive servitude.

Shaking her head, she sighed. She rubbed her forehead.

“Why do you think that they can win? Besides, you know, numbers.”

“Because there are people that are seeing the same thing I am.”

“Uh-huh. How? The news, the media, everyone’s bought up by the Mega-Corps.”

“Some are bought…some are just finding profit.”

“…You mean people like your family. And others at that level. The Subsidiaries.”

“Yeah. The Mega-Corps have the money, but they don’t have all the factories [i]themselves[/i]. They’ve been keeping people, like my family, loyal with the promise that they can eventually move up to their level, to their power and prestige. Now that Datarel-Banks has fucked that up –”

“They might not be able to follow through.”

“And there’s some families that’ll see that better than my father does,” Derek said, shaking his head. “My sister does, the rest of the siblings do, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t want to believe that the system he’s followed for this long has failed.”

[i]Or he just doesn’t like the idea of sharing his lifestyle with anyone else,[/i] she thought, taking the subtle reminder. For all that Derek was a better human than the rest, that didn’t mean that he didn’t have more sympathies for the humans. She had yet to see what he was like outside the bedroom. For all that he had been good as a sub, she didn’t know how he would treat her and the rest of the anthromorphs.

That said, provided she could keep him focused on sex, she imagined that he would be a decent enough overseer. She would just have to make sure that what they did didn’t get back to Martin Bronson.

“So, was this the only isolated place that you noticed?” she asked.

“I saw a few others.”

“Think they’ll be covered in the next few days?”

“I’d say we’ll be lucky to see them last for 24 hours.”

“Then we need to do something about the AI, don’t we?”

“…That would be the next logical step, yes,” Derek admitted. “I hadn’t thought that far ahead yet.”

“That’s because you’re not a manager. Rule one about keeping things running smoothly: identify the obstacles that need to be removed. The AI is gonna be one of those obstacles, and that means that we need to get someone else to help us. Unless you happen to be a hacking wizard?”

“If I was, I wouldn’t be here.”

“That’s what I thought. Okay, then. I’ll go over the list of other anthromorphs that are here, and see who’s good for the job. Who knows? We might find another Deviant in the list.”

“Are there that many of you? I thought you were rare.”

“Rarer than the rest, but more common than the numbers say,” she admitted. There were always more Deviants than the humans really knew about. The smarter ones, like her, learned how to hide it and keep them from finding out. “You let me figure this one out, ‘Master’, and you work on figuring out where the safe places from the AI are. You’re good at that.”

“I had to be, back home.”

“Well, this is home now. See what you can figure out, and as long as you stay that good at…everything…” She smiled. “We’ll probably both be happy.”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A big sex scene between human and snow leopard, where she really gets a lot out of it.

Tags: M/F, Femdom, Edging, Riding, Foot Fetish, Vaginal, Orgasm, Cum, Creampie, Licking, Foot Worship, Snow Leopard, Human, Slavery, Kinda, Series, Cyberpunk, Domination,