Bound By Dystopia Ch. 01 (Com)

Author's note: This is a commissioned story. Please be lenient as this is my first time writing in a female, first-person POV.

Although this was a commissioned chapter, I've taken a slight interest in the story as I write it. If you guys would like me to continue writing this story, please comment below!

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The smell of dust and gasoline filled my nostrils as I woke up. My room was unkempt and dark as it always was, even in the mornings. The metropolis around the low-lying neighborhood where I lived allowed only a few wispy beams of sunlight through the windows, and even the little bit of light I had faded in and out as hovercrafts passed through their paths.

"Awwwwwwwgh..." I yawned, and quickly got myself ready for work. "Ugh..." I couldn't help but sigh in disgust as I suddenly remembered while I dressed myself that I had forgotten to clean my waitress' uniform after a guest had spilt his drink on me yesterday.

"BOBBY!!" I yelled, and the rusty piece of tin that was my robot rolled clunkily into my room.

"Do you require assistance, Erica?" Bobby said with the weird robot voice that came with him when I had bought him. I didn't exactly have the credits to waste on giving him a custom voice.

"Didn't I tell you to clean my uniform yesterday?"

"No, you did not."

"I'm sure I did."

"You are mistaken." The little piece of scrap metal chirped. "You were quite intoxicated when you returned home yesterday. The only words you spoke before falling asleep were: 'Bobby... I luhhhh you.'"

"Ah for fuck's sake, forget it." I grunted as I left the apartment.

Luckily, the restaurant where I worked at was close enough for me to walk to. Saves me on transportation fees, I suppose. Obviously, being a waitress wasn't my dream job, but there wasn't a lot of demand for custom fitters these days... Not after the government banned all non-state issued augmentations. And it would be a cold day in hell before I'd start working for those fuckers.

The elevator was empty, thankfully. I didn't exactly live in a great neighborhood, and to say my neighbors were creepy would be a huge understatement. The mag-lift was entirely silent as it moved down, and reached the bottom in a matter of seconds, no matter which floor you lived on. I sighed as I stepped out of the lift and into the street. Another day, another credit.

The smell of gasoline grew stronger as I walked down the street. Obviously, gasoline as a fuel source had not been in use for centuries, but a guy named Aran had a shop on the street which specialized in restoring antique vehicles. The cars looked nice, especially when Aran polished them up all nice and shiny, but it was hard to believe that people actually drove those death traps, and without AI guidance!

I visited the shop sometimes on the way home, and I always made sure to visit when Aran was there. He was tall and lean, with muscles which filled out his tight work shirts nicely. He had dark hair and dark eyes, and a dimpled smile which fueled many a nightly fantasy for me when I needed... relief. I glanced at the shop as I passed, hoping to get a glance at Aran, even though I knew he didn't work in the mornings.

Soon, I made my way onto the main street. The tall buildings and skyscrapers here were all a uniform gray, devoid of decorations. There were only a few neon signs in front of small storefronts, and those were far and few between. You would only be able to see everything if you wore augmented reality glasses or contacts. But after the government banned all but their own products, I stopped using them altogether. It wasn't worth having all that I saw and heard be uploaded to their AI database.

Hovercars zoomed at blurring speeds up and down the lanes. Watching them stop on a dime as the lights turned red never got old for me. I crossed the street, and put my head down as I saw the figures in long black coats, with the clergy's signature silver trim. I couldn't help but feel nervous as I got closer and closer to them, having been harassed by these goons before.

"Halt." One of them said, and my stomach dropped. Fucking shit.

"Yes sir?" I stopped, trying not to look him in the eye.

"Where do you think you're going, dressed like that." While my waitress' uniform wasn't exactly provocative, it was generally a good idea to put a coat on. But it was just too damn hot.

"I work at the Aloe Green restaurant, sir." I replied meekly, hoping to get it over with quickly. Usually these fuckers would let you go if you stayed respectful and stroked their egos a bit.

"We must examine you... To make sure your dress is up to code." The slimy bastard said as I bit my lips furiously. It was just an excuse for these perverts to feel me up in broad daylight. Holy clerics my ass.

They both started to grope me all over, squishing my tits and thighs. The other pedestrians just put their heads down and kept walking by, as this was an all too frequent occurrence. The clergy was the law. You either minded your own business, or risked being detained.

"Mmm..." The taller one sighed in my ear, the disgusting pig that he was. "You should be careful with the way you dress, young lamb. We wouldn't want you to tempt others from the paths of righteousness." He reached one hand beneath my skirt and fondled my ass for a little while before finally letting go. "Be on your way, citizen." He said, with a smirk I could sense even through his dark mask. "Next time, we won't be so lenient."

I hurried away, my face flushed from anger and shame. Fuck. I'm never wearing my uniform without a coat again.

My shift at the restaurant was uneventful. The manager, a portly and jovial man, did frown slightly at the dirty stains on my blouse, but didn't bother mentioning it to me. As my shift came close to an end, however, he did approach me to ask whether I'd be able to work overtime to cover for another waitress who'd called in sick. I agreed readily, as I could really use the credits.

A couple hours after my second shift started, a familiar figure walked through the door. It was Aran! I felt my heart jump as he spotted me and waved.

"Hey! Fancy seeing you here!" I said cheerfully, hoping that I wasn't blushing.

"Hey there, Erica. I didn't know you worked here, and I come here at least twice a week." He replied with a smile, his dimples shining brightly.

My heart beat faster as I recalled all the nights I spent fantasizing about those dimples, and cleared my throat. "Ahem... Yeah, I'm covering for a co-worker today." I paused, and suddenly remembered to do my job. "Oh sorry! What can I get you today? Any drinks to start you off?"

"Just a chicken sandwich with a side of roasted potatoes and some water would do." He smiled again as I rushed off to relay his order.

I couldn't help but stare as Aran as he ate. It was hard to ignore him, since he was the only diner in the restaurant. His bronze skin shone in the afternoon light, which streamed through the windows, and even the way the sinews on his neck moved as he chewed his food was mesmerizing to me.

I brought him the check after he finished the food. As he scanned in his payment, he asked. "Erica... Would you like to come with me to a museum later today?"

"Museum" was code amongst the younger folks for a club. The Order had outlawed all nightclubs some years ago for being "pits of sin and depravity". I blushed and said... "Sure, Aran. I'd love to." He's asking me out on a date! I was almost giddy with anticipation.

He flashed a smile. "Come by the shop at seven." He said as he left the restaurant.

I couldn't hide my smile for the rest of the shift, and there was a bounce to my step as I headed home after work.

At home, I changed into a red top with a leather jacket, the coolest one that I owned, and some leather pants which hugged my figure tightly. I looked at myself in a mirror, and was satisfied with my look. The reflection in the mirror stared back at me with dark black eyes, black, shoulder-length hair, and an almond shaped face which tapered to a pointed chin. I applied just the minimum amount of make-up. Enough to look good, but not so much as to be stopped by the Inquisitors.

My heart beat fast as I headed to Aran's shop. He was already waiting at the front. "Hey Erica." He smiled. "You look great."

"Thanks." I couldn't help blushing. "You too." He was dressed casually, in just jeans and a jacket over a black t-shirt, but he looked good in anything.

We headed into a part of town I'd never been to before, and entered what looked to me like some random scrapyard. "Watch this." Aran winked at me, and lifted a large sheet of metal to reveal a metal trapdoor on the ground. He rapped at the door with a cadenced rhythm, presumably as some kind of password. The door opened a few seconds later to reveal a ladder which we climbed down, although I did so with some trepidation.

"How come I don't hear anything?" I whispered to Aran as we headed down a long corridor beneath the ground.

"You'll see." He winked again as we approached a door with a large man standing guard outside.

"Put these on." The man said, handing us each a pair of glasses and earbuds, and nodded to us as we passed through the door.

Inside was a strange spectacle, a crowd of people moved and danced silently to nothing at all, and the room was bare save for a bar and some tables and chairs. The only sounds I could hear were people talking to one another.

Aran nudged me and said. "Come on, put on the glasses."

I quickly put on the glasses and earbuds, and immediately the scene changed into that of a proper nightclub. Strobe lights flashed and loud music played through the earbuds. There were also virtual displays of scantily dressed dancers who hung from virtual swings in the air.

"The best part is that we can still hear each other talk." Aran whispered in my ear. "One of my friends designed these earbuds himself." He said, tapping his ear.

"These glasses aren't monitored by the Order?" I asked.

"No, but we have to return them once the night is over." He said.

The rest of the night went by quickly. We both had quite a few drinks. Luckily, alcohol was still legal; the Order needed to leave the rest of us with at least something to make life more interesting.

I'd been on other dates with other guys before, and the first dates always had a sense of unease and awkwardness. It was different with Aran. Maybe it was because we'd already known each other for a while... Or maybe it was just that damned smile of his.

I had a bit of a buzz going as the drinks kicked in, and became slightly more adventurous, especially on the dance floor. Aran had been a gentleman all evening, but I had hoped for something more. I ground my hips into him as I danced to the music, and taking the hint, he put his hands around my slim waist, and rocked with me to the rhythm.

"Mmmm..." I moaned as I gyrated my hips against his, forgetting that he could hear the slightest sounds that came out of my mouth thanks to these newfangled earbuds.

He leant his head down until it rested on my shoulder, and nibbled at my ear softly. I groaned softly and turned around to face him. Our faces were so close together in the dance hall that I could see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes. The transparent glasses that he wore made him look even sexier, if that was even possible. I melted into his arms, the dancing forgotten, and kissed him deeply. We kissed for a long time on the dance floor, oblivious to all the other party-goers. I was only mildly aware of his hands roving up and down my sides and back, engrossed as I was in the haze of our first kiss. His fingers flicked at the hems of my shirt, and snuck underneath to stroke at my bare flesh. That was it for me... I knew I needed to fuck him tonight.

"L-Let's get out of here." I could barely believe the sound of my own voice, so choked with lust.

"Mmm... You sure?" He asked. Could he be any more of a gentleman?

"Yeah... I need you, Aran."

"We don't have to leave here, you know." He said. "This place is more than just a club."

I pulled back and looked at him curiously. "What? What do you mean?"

"Well, want me to show you?"

I nodded, still curious, although slightly disappointed that we weren't just going to go back to his place and fuck like rabbits.

Aran led me away from the dance hall and returned our equipment to the bouncer outside, and followed down a side passage to another trapdoor in the ground.

"Before you ask..." He said. "I haven't been down here before either. I only know of this place because my friend told me about it." He tapped his ear. "You know, the one who invented those earbuds."

"Does he own this place?" I asked.

He nodded. "He and a bunch of other guys." He lowered his voice to a whisper. "Needless to say, don't tell anyone about this place unless you're certain they're not connected to the Order."

That meant anyone who wore Order approved AR glasses, as well. I thought, and nodded quickly.

We ventured down the trapdoor into the level below. The decor was a drastic change from the drab grey of the club above. A soft red light illuminated the corridor, satin curtains draped from roof to floor, and I could glimpse rows of wooden doors behind the satin drapes. What set my ear tips ablaze, however, were the loud moaning and grunting noises I could hear coming from behind those doors.

I looked to Aran, who gave me a wry smile. "Yeah... It's that kind of place." He whispered. "If you're not comfortable here, we could go back to my place."

"I-Is this a brothel?" I stammered.

He looked to the left side of the corridor and nodded. "The red doors to the left are rooms with prostitutes, and the yellow doors to the right are private rooms for people who just want to have some 'fun' without nosy neighbors snooping around."

I nodded, understanding. Technically, under the Order's rule, sex outside of wedlock was forbidden, but people mostly ignored the rule and did so anyway in the privacy of their own homes. However, you never knew which of your neighbors were snakes who were eager to score points with the clergy. The next thing you knew, you'd have inquisitors knocking down your door for an inspection.

We walked towards the end of the hall, where I heard a chorus of moans and grunts from behind a large set of curtains. I peeked through them curiously, and my eyes grew wide.

Behind the curtains was a large room filled with sofas and beds, with large cushions littered about. Naked and oiled bodies writhed on top of each other in throes of passion. I watched in stunned silence as one particularly good-looking girl was getting spit-roasted between two guys. Her eyes were glazed with lust as muffled moans escaped through her cock filled mouth.

"Oh, wow..." Said Aran next to me, his eyes also transfixed on the scene. "This must be the orgy room..."

"Um... We're not going in there... Are we?" I said apprehensively.

"Oh uh... No. Unless you want to?" He said with a smile.

"No thanks..." I said. "Let's just... Go somewhere private." I said as I slowly caressed his chest.

He led me into one of the yellow-doored private rooms. As soon as we entered the room, he whirled around, took me into his strong arms and kissed me deeply. I returned the kiss ardently, probing my tongue into his mouth hungrily. Oh, how I needed this.

We slowly inched together to the bed, and laid atop it. As we made out, he snuck his hands underneath my shirt and bra to caress my bare back and breasts. I moaned into his mouth, eager for him to go further.

He slowly inched my shirt upwards, and I lifted my arms, allowing him to lift it off me. I gasped as I finally had a chance to take a glance around the room. There were chains everywhere on the walls, and a large St. Andrew's cross in one corner. On the side of the bed was a table with ropes, gags, masks and other paraphernalia that I couldn't even name.

Aran looked around as well as he heard me gasp, and said. "Wow... The Order would have a field day with all this..."

I slowly got over my surprise, and slipped off my bra. "Come." I whispered to Aran with a smile on my face.

I chuckled to myself at the expression on his face as he stared at my breasts. I'd always been proud of them. They were an excellent size, not too big, not too small, and pert. My nipples had a nice pink color, and all my previous boyfriends loved to suck on them, so it was no surprise that Aran now took them in his mouth.

"Mmmm..." I moaned. "I love it..."

We quickly slipped out of the rest of clothes as he got on top of me and ran his hands up and down my body. My pussy moistened at the touch of his taut, muscled body against mine.

"Your tits are amazing..." He said in between kisses as he fondled my breasts. I could only whimper in return as my desire for him grew, and I reached my hand down to stroke at his growing cock.

Suddenly, he grabbed my arms by the wrists and pinned them to the pillow above my head. I only whimpered in response as he squashed his body and lips against mine.

"You wanna try something?" He glanced at the various bondage gear around us.

"I-I'll do anything you want." I whimpered, surprised at my own submissiveness.

Aran simply smiled and reached to the table to pick up a set of leather cuffs while he continued to hold my hands together by the wrists. The leather felt smooth and cool as he put them around my wrists and cuffed my hands behind my back. He then placed a matching leather choker around my throat, complete with a chain leash which he then pulled to bring me up to my knees.

I was now brought up face to face with his hard cock. I opened my mouth slightly, my tongue reaching out eagerly.

"Now, now." He mock-chided me as he stuck his thumb inside my mouth. "A good girl should wait for instructions."

"Y-Yesh..." I mewled around his fingers.

"Call me 'sir' from now on..." He smiled down at me, making me even wetter.

"Yesh sir..." I groaned eagerly as I whirled my tongue around his finger.

He used the chain to pull me closer. "Now, suck on my cock, babe." He commanded, with his dark eyes staring down at me with unbridled lust.

I obeyed, taking his cock into my mouth and loving its heat and taste. I wasn't sure why I was so eager to obey his every command. I'd never been so submissive before in my life. I'd had former boyfriends who liked to be dominant, but I'd never submitted so fully and so willingly. And I'd never been so wet.

The chain that he held me by, as well as the ones that linked the leather cuffs binding my wrists together, jingled as I bobbed my head up and down Aran's shaft.

"Look up, I wanna see your eyes." Aran commanded as he tugged on my chain.

"Mmmm..." I moaned as I tilted my head upwards to stare deeply into his eyes, still gliding my lips up and down his cock.

"Oh... Yeah. Your horny little mouth feels so good..." Aran grunted, and I felt a slight sense of pride that he was enjoying my blowjob so much.

After I sucked Aran for a couple of minutes, he pulled me off from his cock, and grabbed a ball-gag and a blindfold off the table. Without a word, he approached me with the items, and I grinned as I readily opened my mouth. The gag was cold and hard, and stretched my mouth slightly, though it wasn't uncomfortable. He then put the blindfold on me, and although my world was plunged into darkness, I still felt safe.

Aran laid down on the bed, and said. "Ride me, you horny little slut."

My face reddened from being called a slut, but I'd never been so turned on in my life. I moved awkwardly to straddle Aran, and he helped position me over his body. I moaned around the gag as I sank down on him, impaling myself on his hard cock.