God of Mischief (Audio Script)

Stories

For some reason, you humans feel such a need for control...it’s futile, really. We both know you’re meant to follow. Even you, in your highest rank at this facility, obey someone else’s orders.

“The great God of Mischief. I have to say, after all I’ve heard about you...I’m a little disappointed.”

You stop at my cell, glaring at me through the glass...

“You seem so...ordinary. All these weeks here, in this cage...pathetic.”

You turn on your heel and stride to the other end of the cell block. I’ve rather enjoyed my time here, actually. Toying with your mind, projecting what you expect me to be...hiding what I really am. I think by now I’ve convinced you that I’m helpless in this cage you’ve put me in. Which will only help me in my quest.

“What are you smirking at?”

You’ve arrived back in front of my cell, and just as I begin to examine your features up close, the lights dim. Your face is barely lit by the glare of red from the night light above my cell. You’re...not ugly, for a mortal.

“Oh, nothing. Nothing to smirk at...I’m just a mouse in a cage, after all...”

“Yes...you are.”

“...but what if I wasn’t?”You stare at me with a disinterested look.

“What if I wasn’t a mouse in a cage...but rather, a snake in a garden?”

“Does this look like a garden to you?”

“Well, no. But...you could make any place heavenly, I’m sure…”And there it is. That smile you just let slip. It’s the chink in your armor.

“Your tricks won’t work here.”

“Care for a wager, then?”You look around hesitantly. As I said...humans need to be led. You’re the warden of this exile I’ve been sent to...and yet...you still look around for someone else’s approval and permission.

“What sort of wager?”

“You think of something. Something you want. Your deepest desire…and if I can guess it…you give me back my cloak from lock-up. I’m rather fond of it.”

“You shapeshift and lie and cheat… why would I play this game?”

“I thought you doubted my abilities?”I catch a grin streak across your face for a moment and again, see the weakness in your facade. You want to believe I’m incapable of the things I do...so you do. You’re a fool - a willing pawn in my game.

“Besides...this ward is guarded against my...charms. Isn’t it?”I study your face as you consider my proposal.

“And if I win?”

“If you win…I’ll remain silent for one week. No jokes, no snide comments...just...quiet.”

“If it will get you to shut up...why not?”

“Excellent. You’ll need to close your eyes.”

You hesitate, and instinctively grip your sword a little tighter.“Relax. Not only am I in a cell that is warded against me, but I’m also shackled…”

You reluctantly close your eyes and I take a moment to study your appearance.Your hair is perfectly placed...your outfit, tight...but not too tight. Your sword is handcrafted, I suspect by someone you’re close to, as I can make out some initials carved into the hilt.

“Hmm...stay just like that. Let me see if I can guess…your deepest desires…”

All of this is, of course, for your benefit. I compromised one of your lower level guards weeks ago, when she was cleaning out my cell. She leaves her radio on for me so I get to know more about my surroundings, and I hear all sorts of things when you go back to your office. It will be quite helpful for when I inevitably escape this wretched place. Until then...toying with you is just too much fun.

“Hmm...I’m going to say…it’s something quite surprising.”

“You’re a genius.”

“You’re filthy, aren’t you? But...not in the way most would think. No, no….you want something else...something darker….”

Your eyes remain closed, but you shift slightly and your grip tightens on your sword...

“You get off on being in command…controlling your prisoners...it’s what you think about, isn’t it? When you go home to your loft...on Grant Street…”

Your eyes fling open and you study my face.

“You climb into your bed and you think about their hands on you…their lips...their tongues…All these animals you hold captive...you want one. Don’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re…”

“You want one of these animals...the ones you love to keep locked up...to take you...like a savage. In fact…I’ll say that your deepest desire is to come into one of these cells and...well, you know.”

Your eyes are wide and fixed on me, and your sword has become slightly unsheathed.

“A new wager…if I may. You come in here...and I promise...I’ll give it to you. Exactly the way you want it…the way no one else could. I won’t even try to escape. To be honest...you intrigue me. I’d very much like to see how this goes.”

“No. Absolutely not.”

You begin to turn away from me...but the pull of desire is too much, and you secure your sword back in place, letting your hands rest at your sides. I study your frame…I have to say...of all these mortals...you are...quite unique. Perhaps it’s not that absurd, my brother becoming so...attached to you all.

“Come on. You want this. You follow the rules, always…just this once...do what you want.”

Your eyes are full of lust and you unsheath your sword quickly, pointing it directly above us. With one swift motion, you cut the wire of the camera on this cell block. Your face...you look...thrilled. As if you need a reason to unleash this. You can claim later that I tempted and manipulated you...but we both know that’s not entirely true.

“If you so much as try…”

“Shackled, remember?”

You slide your sword back into place and unlock the door with the keys dangling around your neck. You stop just before me and hesitate for a moment.I slowly raise my shackled hands and show you my open palms. You’ll trust me. You humans never learn.

Within an instant, your lips are on mine. Your kiss is passionate and fierce, and your hands work quickly to undo the buttons on my uniform. You quickly strip my shirt off me and within an instant, you’ve stripped my pants down to the ground. Suddenly, you pull away. You take a moment to drink in my naked body...

“On your knees, inmate.”

You push me roughly onto my knees and I stare down at the ground, letting you own your moment. You circle around me, trailing your fingers across my flesh. Once you’re back in front of me, you strip your hair out of it’s ties and it cascades around your shoulders.

“I am still in control here. If you ever let word of this slip…”

“Of course.”

Your fingers work to unbutton your uniform and slowly, you strip off your shirt in front of me.

“Well….you’re…”

“I’m what, exactly?”

“Unlike anything I’ve ever seen…you’re stunning.”

Your cheeks flush red for a moment and I bite back a chuckle at how simple you all are. One comment like that...and you’re lost. You kneel down in front of me, tracing my chest with your fingers. I can see the hunger in your eyes...the desire to be used. But I must wait for the right moment.

You want your power being stripped from you in a moment you least expect…You long for it, crave it. Your hands trail down my stomach and your fingertips dance along my shaft. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt someone’s touch...and it’s only a matter of seconds before my cock is aching for more...

“What does a God feel like, I wonder. I bet it’s nothing much, really. You’re all talk...no action.”

My fists clench in my lap and you chuckle.

You’re baiting me...testing me. But I said I’d fulfil your desires, and I am a God of my word. Well, sometimes.

“Cat got your tongue? What’s the matter...nothing witty or clever to say?”

Your hand grasps my cock and you stroke me firmly, slowly. My eyes close and you work my cock harder, faster, and your nails drag harshly down my chest as you lean in for a kiss. You grip my jaw and slide your tongue deep into my mouth, owning me, cementing your place over me. Your hands trail down to my neck and you slowly press down on my throat...

Within an instant, my hands are around your neck and I’ve hauled you up to your feet with me. I push you several steps to the wall and press you up against it, hard…

“Yeah, like that…”

“Undo my shackles.”

You fumble quickly for the keys around your neck and my shackles fall to the ground. I slide one hand around your neck and my other hand into your pants, and I glide so easily through your wetness…

“You are a naughty girl, you wanted this for so long, didn’t you?”

“Yes…”

I push two fingers deep inside you and fuck you fast, feeling your legs tremble already...

“Such a pliable, weak human...but...so beautiful…”

I kiss you, sliding a third finger deep into your pussy as you claw at my back.

“Oh, God, yes…”

“Finally admitting I’m a God...about time...”

“And what are you...?

I fuck you harder and sink my teeth into your neck...”

“What...are you?”

“I’m weak. I’m yours…oh my god…”

I pull you towards me, away from the wall, and lie on the ground...my cock throbbing against my stomach. You rush to strip off the rest of your clothing, placing the keys that were around your neck on top of your clothes. You straddle me, sliding yourself down onto me and immediately allowing my thickness to fill you up...

You ride me like an animal, getting lost in the pleasure, allowing your moans to echo off the walls. You feel so tight. I take your breasts in my hands and knead them roughly...

“You like that? You like it rough?”

“Yes...”

“I’ll show you rough…”

I grip your waist and pull you off me, pushing you onto the ground and pressing my body into yours. I thrust my cock deep inside you...and pin you to the ground with my hands gently around your neck. Not enough to hurt you...just enough to own you, like the pathetic mortal you are...

I thrust into you over and over again, using my free hand to work your swollen clit. So many weeks, taking orders, being locked in this cage. I’m going to make you feel it...all of it. I rub your clit furiously as your legs tighten around my waist...

“Oh god, just like that...yes…”

Oh, yes...yes…you’re so wet...

“Don’t stop, please...make me passion...please…”

I slam my cock as far into you as I can, over and over again…oh yes...it feels so good to release...to just let it go...

“passion for me, mortal....yes…”

“Oh wow…”

I slide my pants on quickly and get up to search for yours.

“I don’t even...I don’t know what to say. Wow…”

I hand your clothes to you, slipping your keychain into my pocket. You slide your shirt on, and are busy scanning the room for your keys. You don’t even notice me quickly dart through the door.

I stand in front of the glass, where you usually stand taunting me in my cell. Oh, how the tables have turned. Your face is flushed with shock and your nostrils flare with rage.

“Let me out!!!”

“Sorry. Can’t do that.”

“You vile little…”

“Hey...I gave you what you wanted...didn’t I?”

“Damn you!!”

“Oh, don’t worry. Someone will be by in the morning, and they’ll let you out…”I take a moment to scan your face. You look even better when you’re enraged.

“I’ll be leaving now. Really, it’s been a pleasure.”