The Job
*Warning: * This story contains scenes of an extreme sexual nature. If you are underage, do not read. I do not take responsibility for the viewing of this material.
*Author's Note: * After reading some of my old works, I was inspired to write again, and this is the story that seemed to come to mind. I get that some of the people won't appreciate this story, myself included, but this is what came forth. Enjoy.
The Job
The room was cold. Her eyes flitted lightly, and she moved her arm to rub her eyes, but nothing moved. She tried her other arm and then her legs; nothing. Her limbs were numb and motionless, as if they weren't even there.
She finally managed to pry her eyes open and saw a pristine white room. She was lying on a cushioned table with a hole for her bushy squirrel tail to hang below. Something was strapped around her waist, holding her in place. But the way she lay felt wrong. She glanced down, and her entire world suddenly seemed to freeze.
They were gone. Her arms and legs were gone! In their place was just smooth skin like she had been born a simple body with a head. Without realizing, her voice found her throat, and she screamed, neglecting to care that she was also naked.
Just then, a door from somewhere she couldn't see opened, and a man walked into her view. It was an elderly-looking rabbit wearing a white coat. "Good morning, Miss Bell. How are you doing?"
Her eyes locked on him instantly, for she knew him. "Doctor Gerald? What's going on? Where are my arms?" The panic started to set in, and her heart raced to pound in her ear. She tried moving, but all she managed was to twist and arch her back against the cushioning she lay on.
So was her state that she almost didn't hear him when he next spoke. "You were in a horrible accident, dear. We had to rush you to the hospital. We were only just able to perform the amputation before a rapid infection set in." He placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it lightly. "I need you to relax, Alice."
Alice couldn't relax completely, but she began to still at his words. The scene started to come back to her. There had been a flash of lights as she was driving, but... Everything after the loud, jarring screech was a black void. "I..." The words suddenly wouldn't come.
The doctor just held her shoulder for a moment. "It's going to be ok, Alice. You don't have anything to worry about. You're vitals are in surprisingly good condition. Except for the lack of limbs, you're completely healthy."
Her eyes flashed towards him, partially angry and partially scared. "Healthy? How can I be healthy without my arms and legs?!"
"We can replace those," the doctor said calmingly. "We are currently looking into mechanical prosthetics. With a week or so of preparation, we can have you walking out with a new set of limbs. We even have someone willing to pay for them since your insurance won't cover them."
She was still terrified and in mild shock, but it was all starting to become easier to deal with. She wasn't rich, so having someone help her made her feel better; full mechanical prosthetics weren't cheap. "Who?"
He paused and visibly swallowed. "One of your old employers."
The heat drained from her face, and she twisted her head in disbelief. "No..."
"Apparently there's a market for... this sort of thing. They'd like to hire you immediately." He didn't give her a moment to speak. "It would only take a week to have everything paid off, and in that time we could have you prepared for the prosthetics."
A new sense of fear and dark wonder filled her. There was only one employer that would still find her after all this time: Wondergirls, Inc., the world's largest prostitute organization. She had worked for one of their branches for a few months to finish her way through school before leaving.
The doctor seemed to read the expression on her face. "I don't like it, personally. It's horrible, what they're proposing, but... I don't see any better option for you," he said truthfully. "You won't survive long in the state you're in. You need this."
It was all happening too much. She asked him to leave.
Emptiness settled over her. For almost an hour, she lay in her own loneliness. The room was very simple, with only a few paintings for decoration. Nothing was present to remove her thoughts from the horrible decision that lay before her. She had no family, no close friends who would be able to cover anywhere near the costs required. Her body would be used again.
But it was only for a week, she remembered. Then she would be free to do as she willed.
But could she put up with it again?
Halfway through the second hour, she called out, and a nurse went for the doctor. He came in minutes later.
"I'll do it," she said softly, almost sadly.
It's a sick world where this is what people get off to, she thought as they wheeled her into the room.
She had spent two nights in the hospital, some of the time with friends or doctors, but always with the knowledge of her "job" in her mind. Now, she was completely in the care of Wondergirls, Inc. They had given her a temporary contract, complete with full care of her for the seven days she worked. At the end of the period, she would be given the prosthetic transplant and released.
The squirrel happened to see a mirror on one side of the room as the man wheeling her custom table put her in place. Her hourglass was hugged by a cushioned band to keep her against the table. Well-trimmed grey fur had been cleaned, by others hands of course, and shone softly in the dim room's lighting.
Her eyes, however, went to the greatest feature of her. Smoothness where legs and arms should have been. She had the natural urge to cover herself, but couldn't. Her vaginal lips opened with nothing to close them; her smallish breasts hung free. Even her tail couldn't cover her completely as it had been fed through a hole behind her rump.
The man, a human, angled the table more so that she was at a 45 degree angle and looked down at her. "These men are strange. A few of them seem to have a rapist mentality, so... Pretend like you're helpless?" he said with a forced smirk.
She didn't acknowledge his humor, just gave him a quick glare, to which he sighed lightly. "Sorry." Her head turned away and she felt him press something to her sex. A moment later, a strange gel spread up through her tunnel, leaving a cold and tingling sensation. They had explained to her before she came in that this was what they used instead of rubber condoms now. It was essentially a thing like sperm-icide to prevent pregnancy without the need for the clients to wear protection. Alice was thankful for the precaution, which the company had always been careful to take, but something about knowing they would be in full contact with her made a small part of her mind cringe.
The assistant gave her a pat on the shoulder before leaving through the hidden door he had brought her in from. For a few minutes, the room was empty and silent, and it let her mind roll with questions about why she was even accepting this. She wasn't allowed long to answer her questions.
The door in front of her opened and a slim fox walked through. He was already naked, so was allowed a good look of his body. His orange fur was well kept if not a little thick and his muscles appeared to be maintained. Between his legs, a pink head was poking its way from his sheath, but she could already tell it wasn't massive. Hidden away, she couldn't be certain, but she had learned to identify tools that would be too large for her, and this one didn't fit.
The thing that made her cringe, though, was the look of his face. There was a sparkle in his eye that made a shiver go down her spin. The edges of his mouth were raised in a smile that made him look sinister. Her immediate first impression was that she wouldn't enjoy this.
His tongue clicked his teeth. "Oo boy," he said with a bit of extra breath in the voice, making it almost come out as a hiss. "Aren't you a sweet little thing?" He walked over to her side and looked at the outline of her body. "They told me I'd be getting someone who could play helpless, but I didn't think they could have meant this."
Her eyes looked up at him. She tried to keep the image of being strong, but it was failing. Instead, it came out as a glare.
The look must have amused him, because he laughed lightly. "A feisty one too. I like that in a girl." His hand came over her shoulder and rubbed the flat side. Her shoulder twitched and tried to retreat from the strange sensation, but she was bound in place. He let out another laugh, this one fuller. "Oh, yes, I'm definitely going to enjoy this."
He stepped in front of her completely, filling her vision and leaned down towards her body. One of his hands came down next to her head so that he could support himself while the other reached down towards her vulnerable slit. Her body felt the thrill of the touch, but the enjoyment that she normally found in mating was missing. What should have been a moan came as a sharp hiss as his finger penetrated her.
A low rumbling laugh came from his throat. "Already wet and ready for me, I see. They did a good job of preparing you, didn't they, my little toy?"
She finally broke down. "Stop. I can't do this."
"Can't do what? Can't stand that I'm going to violate you and you can't do a thing to stop it?"
"No. I can't stand this attitude of yours," she snapped back. It was meant sharp, but a slight waver hit her voice, making it almost sound fearful.
That only made the fox laugh again. "Well, guess what, sweetheart? You're mine. And whether you like it or not, you're completely mine." He leaned his hips down, and the pointed tip of his penis brushed over her entrance. It was hot and long, probably at 5 inches or so with more to come.
She cringed and twisted to shy away from the touch, but her range of motion was severely limited because of the table. "No... stop..."
"Oh, I'll stop," he said. "I'll stop when I'm good and done with you." He drove forward, piercing her entrance.
Her body tightened up at the intrusion. The gel within her, which had absorbed slightly, squished through her, making it feel slimy and wet. The sensation of pleasure tried to make it feel better, but she couldn't stand such violation. She whimpered as her body fought helplessly against the member. "Please... don't..."
"Oh, but I will," he hissed with a sick smile. His hips drew back and he thrust in again, this time making his growing cock reach a little bit deeper into her.
She hung her head to try and ignore the conflicting signals going through her body. There was pleasure, certainly, but she couldn't bring herself to acknowledge it. Her walls squeezed at the member that slid through her in violation, and she soon found tears swelling in her eyes. She was completely powerless against him.
The tightness she presented him and her despair only seemed to drive on the man's twisted pleasure. "Oh, yeah, girl. I like a nice tight pussy." He ground against her and pistoned his shaft in and out of her sex.
With little else to do, she withdrew into herself. As best as she could manage, she blocked out the feeling of his body and the sounds of his actions. Her mind focused on the knowledge that it would be over soon.
He went at her for an hour, releasing into her once and once releasing his hot load along her belly. She persisted through it with a shielded mind. But in the time he had taken her, she had come upon a more despairing realization. This was to be her task for the next week. Every day, it would be the same. She was now a toy to be used, she realized.
And so it went for the three days. Every few hours, helpers would come out and clean her, freshen her up, and then put her back into place for the next man to come in and use her. They rarely cared for her; she was only there to be used, and they loved to make it more then well known by degrading her and blatantly rubbing along the places her arms and legs should be. She would moan, groan, and squirm like a good bitch, but only because her body would rebel against her mind and act of its own accord.
She was given some reprieves, of which she was thankful; adequate sleep, meals, and downtime during which she was allowed to read or watch television. Occasionally, another of the prostitutes would come visit her to say hello and see if it was actually true she was here. Mostly, she just enjoyed the change in company.
But they were small prizes for her growing torment. Until the fourth day.
She was pushed out, put into place. It would be the first client of the day, usually the easier to manage of the bunch since it was still early in the day, but still just as bad. Perverts worked at all hours of day and night.
She let her eyes close and began to prepare her mind for whatever was about to come when the door opened. A soft voice drifted into the room. "Good morning, Alice."
Something about the sound of his voice was familiar, so she opened her eyes to look. Before her stood a human, tall and lean. It was the man who had first prepared her on her first day of work this week. She didn't know his name as she hadn't bothered to ask, but she remembered that he had been surprisingly kind to her. "You?"
He nodded. "I heard about how they were treating you, so I thought you could use something a little bit more soothing for once."
It took her a second to think about this. The thought of having a simple time sounded like heaven to her, so she gave a soft nod. Not like she had much of a choice anyway. Her eyes drifted down his body. There wasn't anything special to speak of. His body was average. Not much muscle, and a thin layer of body hair, but he wasn't ugly in the slightest.
The man stepped forward and put a hand on her shoulder to rub her softly. "My name's Chris, by the way."
She could only nod. "Nice to meet you, Chris."
He smiled back and looked down at the harness that suspended her. "Has anyone taken you off of this table yet?"
"Only when I'm being cleaned."
The smile on his face faded. "Wow. They really haven't been treating you well." He stepped back for a moment and leaned down towards the band around her chest. "Let's get you out of this thing."
"Wait, I... OH!" The strap suddenly went slack and she slumped downwards, but his arm was already around her. Her weight hung in the air with him holding her up. He brought his other arm under and lifted her up off of the bed, careful to pull her tail out through the special hole in the table.
This was a very strange way of proceeding, she thought. She wasn't complaining, though. Far from it. It always felt good to be released from the bed. As he carried her to one of the piles of pillows in the room, she smiled up at him. "Thank you."
His eyes came down to hers with a bright smile. "Don't mention it." Carefully, with her cradled in his arms, he sat down on the pillows. One of his legs raised up so that she could sit upright propped between his leg and his chest. She couldn't help but notice that his penis rubbed against her leg spot, but he didn't seem in any rush to use it.
One of his arms came around her shoulder and stroked down her side. "I hope I don't go too far. You just seemed like you needed something intimate."
She let out a little depressed chuckle. "Well, kind of hard to be intimate given my condition."
"Is it?" he asked back with an arched brow. "If no one's tried, how do you know it can't be done?" Her face shifted into a curious kind of confused, and the look drew a laugh from him. "Have me for an hour. Maybe you'll see a little differently."
What choice did she have? She was just a thing to be used after all, wasn't she? But his words soothed her, and giving herself to this human didn't seem so bad to her. "Alright."
"Good." She let out a squeak when he suddenly leaned her back down into the pillows. His hands began to trace lightly through her fur, kneading and massaging lightly. Despite herself, Alice found herself relaxing a little bit. He noticed, and smiled again.
A finger traced over her sex, making her squeak again. It wasn't a rough touch, but rather a soft caress, and the feeling actually managed to draw a soft blush to her cheeks. She could feel his hand press against her, rubbing her gently to stimulate her, and it made her body shiver with thrills of release as tension practically vanished from her body.
He leaned down against her, pressing her chest against her side and leaning down close to her cheek. "You know, you should learn to appreciate what you have. Men love to have ladies like you. Perhaps I can show you how good it feels."
The force of his hand against her groin began to lessen. She couldn't explain why, but her body almost instantly began craving his touch again. Without the bed to get in the way, she was able to raise her hips to push back into his hand.
He giggled again. "Oh, you want that?" Her eyes held his and she nodded. "Well, why don't you just ask me for it? Take control of it."
She bit her lip. It felt slightly degrading, but it couldn't be any worse then being practically raped, right? "Let me have it. I need to feel your touch..." It actually felt good to hear herself say it.
His lips curled again, showing of his white teeth. "Very well." His finger curled up into her and she let out a long, soft moan. His finger touched her like no way she could touch herself. She was helpless, and he was helping her.
In and out his finger began to stroke the outer portion of her sex, and each motion made her muscles tingle. It was the first time in weeks she could actually just enjoy the feeling, and it left her lips slick and ready.
Too soon, his finger pulled from her and he shift around her body. "Alright. I'm ready to take you. If you want me, that is."
She could see the smirk on his face and looked down. For a human, he was modestly sized at what looked to be about six inches. But really, she didn't care how big he was. She looked back up at him. "Please... I want you to fuck me... Take me and use me..."
"As you wish, my dear." He guided himself down and into her.
The reaction was instantaneous. Her body pressed against the pillows as the stretching sensation made her insides cry out in pleasure. It was the same thing she had felt every few hours for the past several days, but this was so much fuller because he was actually letting her enjoy it.
And she wanted so much more. Deeper and further he went until his hips pressed against hers. Starting slow, he drew back and thrust into her. The hit send a ripple of energy up her body and made her breasts bounce. It was so different from being on the table, which tended to absorb most of the force. It felt so good...
Before she realized what she was doing, she whimpered out, "Harder... Give it to me harder..." He obliged and put more force into his thrust.
She quieted and let herself ride through his humping. If she could, she would drive back against his, but her condition made it impossible. She felt powerless. But the thought somehow awakened a new thrill. Unlike before, where she had always despaired about it, this time she almost felt an excitement. She was completely at his mercy. And she liked it?
He stopped humping after a few minutes and pulled her up. "How about you be on top for a while?" Before she could question him about it, he rolled them over to lie on his back with her lying against him.
She looked down at him and blushed lightly. "I, uh... Can't really do much up here." The best she could manage was a little wiggling of her hips around his shaft.
That didn't seem to faze him at all. "I've got it. Just relax and enjoy it." His hands gripped under her hips and pushed her upwards. She sighed again as the new angle pressed his shaft against different areas of her tunnel that weren't normally touched. Then he suddenly let her fall onto his hips with a sharp smack.
She understood instantly and let him go. With his arms acting as her legs, her hips bounced over his cock. Again, she was taken by how much she relied on him to do this for her and how much more excited her sex seemed to get just by realizing it. "Oh yes, Chris... Fuck me..."
Her mind let go. She willingly drew away from conscious thought and fell into the realm of blissful stasis. He did all the work, allowing her to enjoy the pleasure at his leisure. And with his powerful motions, it didn't take her long to climb her pleasure upwards and skywards into a long, ecstatic orgasm. She bit down on her lip and squealed as her body shuddered and shook with pleasure, her sex splashing juices against his crotch.
He didn't stop moving his body, forcing her to ride (gladly) through until he reached his own orgasm, filling her sex with his semen.
Finally, her body was allowed to relax against his flesh, which she happily did. The smell of his now sweat-covered body filled her nostrils and gave her a feeling of comfort and satisfaction. His arms came up behind her and began to stroke through her fur. "There now... Wasn't that better?"
She had to admit, it was. So she smiled and nodded against his chest. "I never thought I'd be such a sub."
He giggled. "Well, everyone changes. You just have to learn to enjoy what you're given on your own terms."
They lay together for a while longer, talking and just being together, until his time with her was up. She didn't want him to leave her since she knew that would only allow another one of those sick and twisted maniacs to have at her again.
But as he left, she heard his voice ringing in her mind again. "Enjoy what you're given on your own terms."
When the next client came into her room, she did just that. She took charge of herself, and played the part, even though the man clearly would have preferred her to struggle. She didn't. She gave herself willingly, even begging him for more.
Again, she was taken when she felt the thrill of being forced to allow her partner to control her. But she was controlling them to allow them to control her. And it was a peculiar kind of submission that she played. She tried again with the next man, and then the next, each time growing more confident.
In her new state of mind, the remaining days of her contract passed rather quickly. By week's end, she had taken her last client and was given her final leave.
Four weeks later, Alice stepped out of the doctor's office. To the average fur passing on the street, she looked like a normal squirrel. But under the synthetic fur on her arms and legs was a working of metal and wires that simulated the limbs that she had lost.
A lot had changed and would still need to change before she would be completely used to the new prosthetics. Taking them off still freaked her out a little, but she was progressing rather well. Within another week or so, the only difference would be the lack of her sense of touch.
She hadn't forgotten Chris. Often, she went back to Wondergirls and find him for coffee or something. They had started to grow close.
It was on his suggestion that she entered the building in which she currently stood. In a twisted way of thinking about it, she had been given a gift. She had recently found her inner sub and had a way of expressing it that no other girl could even dream of. She just had to do it her way.
The overly beautiful cat at the receptionist desk looked up. "Hello. Welcome to Wondergirls, Inc. Can I help you?"
"My name's Alice Bell. I'd like set up an employment contract."