Cassandra
Sitting in the cold entrance hall, Cassandra's hands shook nervously
as she gripped the crisp sheaf of papers tightly. The contract she had always dreamed
and fantasized about having, one that would see her desires lived out at last. Her new owner walked in, slacks and white cotton shirt
hiding a powerful, large frame. Wispy curls of black hair showing underneath
the open collar, piercing blue eyes staring at her small shaking form crowded
onto the corner of the small red leather ottoman. "Have you signed the contract
yet? We need to get on with your introduction, and I would rather have you
marked sooner than later. It's easier to cut the ties to your old life, that
way." he said quietly, voice carrying through the mostly empty room.Eyes lowered, she held forth the contract for him to inspect,
talking in a quiet, throaty tone. "Signed on all three pages, Sir. As
requested, I have already donated all of my belongings to The Estate. All I
have, now, are the clothes on my back...""Good!" He drawled. "Timely obedience is something expected
of all servants on the Estate grounds. You are also expected to obey without
question when commanded by anyone of a higher rank than yourself, unless the
command contradicts a previous command from myself or my mate. You will spend
your first week getting acquainted with life here, and within the first month
start receiving your modification therapy. Wait here, your guide will be along
presently."Pacing the rosewood-inlay parquet
floor, her thoughts raced ahead as she waited. What would her modification involve? She had
caught glimpses upon arriving at the gates of red-tailed post human hybrids,
and something darkly scaled moving through the undergrowth, crowding thickly on
the sides of the long cobbled drive. The Estate, known to the outside
world as the Chateaux of Dreams, was almost impossible to join as anything more
than a servant. Having come into existence at the end of the 23rd
century during the beginning of human awakening, it was one of the first and
most extreme post-human modification houses. One could, of course, if money was
no issue, simply pay for modification and leave, re-enter society as an idol, a
model of perfection to those without the means to fulfill their desires. Positions
were much in demand and fierce competition existed between the masses of
aspiring humans. Females were more often than not selected over males for the symmetry
of their bodies, the gentle curves and soft skin favored over the coarser male
figure.The soft slap of bare feet against
the wooden floors brought her out of her reverie with a start. Her guide, Shorn,
had arrived to lead her into the bowels of the large building. The time had
come for her to leave her memories of the outside world behind and start again,
begin a new existence. There were no obvious differences
between Shorn and those outside the estate, if one looked past the slight grey
fur covering his exposed skin, the strange liquid look of his figure and the
depth and clarity of his violet eyes.His voice was as a stream in high
summer, flowing and melodic. Hinting at hidden eddies and rapids. He stood
behind her, talking with a slight amused lilt. "Cassandra? Follow me, please.
And... Congratulations on your successful application. At this late stage, many aspirants
for the position turn back."Whirling around, Shorn quietly made
his way towards the teak doors at the end of the hall. Cassandra followed,
stumbling in his wake as the spicy scent of cinnamon roiled subtly off his
skin. Neglecting to ask the obvious question, she thought quietly to herself,
"The position serves me... As I serve it. Pleasure isn't my hobby, it's my
talent".Led down a red brick staircase hidden
behind the doors at the back of the entrance hall, the slightly muggy air
cooling as the distinct smell of clinical grade cleaning chemicals wafted up
from below, she watched with fascination as the lower halls slowly gave way
from crumbling brick and old mortar to clean steel walkways and opaque glass
doors, lit with recessed lighting in the high ceiling. Shorn stopped suddenly, facing an
unmarked door. Taking hold of Cassandra's arm, he pulled her gently into the crowded
room, the door swinging shut with finality behind them. Cassandra stood in
Shorn's shadow, staring meekly at the tall man sitting on a tall stool in the
far corner of the room. Glittering, blue scales covered the
heavily muscled, waspishly shaped form. Slight but lithe, seemingly capable of
moving with an electric grace. Fine, chiseled face surrounding eyes hiding a
hooded strength. He uncoiled slowly, standing before
them as a dervish smile formed on his fluid features. "Shorn... A new one? She has the look of a frightened deer"
He said, leering at the girl hiding in the shadows. Finding her eyes with his, following every
nervous twitch, he scratched absently at the dark outline of a sinuous snake
showing through the scales on his upper arm.
"Step forward, lass. Strip for us, you won't be needing those clothes
anymore".Cassandra edged forward into the
room, standing between the two tall men. Suddenly in her element, she began gyrating to
an unheard beat, spinning in place as she pulled her worn, pale green tight
fitting tank top off over her head. Her long auburn hair whipped between the
men crowding her as a strong hand settled around her hip and pulled her roughly
towards the scent of cinnamon, soft lips
nuzzling against her nipples as she struggled out of tattered blue jeans,
fingers brushing against a growing bulge in Shorn's cotton trousers.Clad only in her thin panties, she
leaned into him, hand rubbing Shorn's growing erection as he pushed her down
onto a cold steel tattooist's chair. Wreath, the azure scaled tattooist, pinned
her arms at her sides, securing her hands in vice-like manacles as Shorn shrugged
out of his trousers, sitting squarely between her spread legs, fingers circling
against the wetness of her loins, soaking through the thin undergarment. The shocking drone of an electric
tattoo gun broke the lust-like scene unfolding in the room before her as Wreath
crouched over her prone form. "Pain and pleasure mixed is the ultimate
achievement of post-human ascendency... And for myself, work before play."The gun bit into Cassandra's neck,
carving the outline of a lifelike human-fox
hybrid dancing under misty moonlight as Shorn ripped away her underwear,
forcing two long fingers into her wet sex, grinning as his large member dripped
precum along the inside of her thighs.
Lining the massive head up with her tight tunnel, he reached forward,
digging nails into the tight flesh of her perky tits, pulling her forward to
impale herself as the tattoo gun left ink-filled furrows in the skin of her
neck. Groaning in pain and gasping in
pleasure, Cassandra wrapped her legs tightly around Shorn's waist, pulling him
into her. He began thrusting, her hips creaking as he penetrated her, juice
dripping from her tight pussy, making the steel chair slip under her as Shorn
struck out with his left hand, fingers wrapping into her hair with an animal
lust, holding her still whilst Wreath concentrated on her neck, purposefully
oblivious to her precarious situation. Cassandra writhed with the swollen
member filling her as Shorn beat out a fast tempo with his cock, sliding almost
all the way out of her before driving back in with fierce joy. His face
contorted as his thrusts became shorter and stronger, pumping her full of his
seed.Cassandra blinked owlishly at
Shorn, eyes full of needful lust as he began wiping his dripping member off
against her legs, pussy stretched as cum slid down her legs in large gobbets. "P...Please
Shorn... Sir... Finish me off... I need to cumm... Please? I was so close..." She
gasped out between deep breaths. Shorn laughed scornfully as Wreath
finished the tattoo, the fox dripping crimson from the depth the gun was forced
into her skin. "You are nothing, to us. Satisfy our pleasure and we will make
sure you are well cared for. Make us angry, and we will leave you with the
horses come breeding season..." Shorn stood, cock already shrinking
as he pushed it gently back into his pants. He walked towards the door, ready
to leave the forlorn girl with Wreath. "I have other duties to manage, this
afternoon. Wreath, when he is finished with you, will show you where to go." He
said softly, as he left the room. Unclipping the flesh-warm manacles,
Wreath helped Cassandra up as she stared into the mirror on the opposite wall.
The fox seemed almost alive, moving with teasing allure as she shifted her head
from side to side. Wreath caught her gaze with greedy eyes. "On your knees,
girl. You know what I want from you..." He whispered, stepping back and sliding
down his black leather shorts. Cassandra looked up at the man
towering over her, confusion etched onto her face. He looked androgynous. Where
she expected to see cock, eager for her warm mouth, there was a simple slit.
Carefully, she ran her tongue along the slit, leaning backwards in disgust as a
pale, fleshy and vaguely penile shape shot forward, slapping against her lips. Grunting, Wreath took hold of her
head, forcing the cold, slimy thing between her teeth. As it touched the back
of her throat, she struggled to control the urge to vomit. Wreath spoke softly,
menace clear in his voice. "So that's how it's going to be, is it? Fine." Clapping both scaled hands to the
sides of her head, he began to skull-fuck her.
Cock moving like a piston down her throat, he giggled softly as she
struggled for air. In desperation, Cassandra started stroking the underside of
the reptilian member with her tongue, urging him to finish with her, urging him
to let her go.Pulling out of her mouth, Wreath
shoved her face down onto the cold floor. Moving behind Cassandra, he lifted
her hips effortlessly, spreading her taut cheeks without mercy as he drove deep
into her rear, dry. Screaming, Cassandra tried to pull away as the cock reamed
her insides, forcing her sphincter muscles apart with uncaring force. Wriggling and unable to get away, Cassandra
sobbed as Wreath used her. He came deep inside her, gushing warm torrents of
cum into her shaking body. Groaning with pleasure, he spoke to her loudly,
booming voice echoing off the walls of the room. "You are a servant! Your place
is below me. You will satisfy me, whether you like it or not. You are marked,
now. You belong to the Estate!"Cassandra stood on shaky legs, the
reek of cum rolling off her in waves. "Where must I go now?" she asked
fearfully, determined to make it through what remained of the afternoon. Wreath answered her softly, "Upstairs. Out of
the clinic areas. Take the third door off the main hall, to the servant's
quarters. No doubt someone there will find you and put you to work, slut."Cassandra wandered towards the
servant quarters in a daze. Cum still slipping down her naked thighs, she
walked with her eyes downturned, ignoring the interested stares following her
softly swaying body. Moving between
neatly made beds and piles of soft furs strewn around the floor in the servant's
area, she slipped unnoticed into the communal showers. Sobbing quietly as the steam laden
water struck the tattoo on her neck, smarting from the pain and humiliation of
her earlier fucking, she began to wash herself halfheartedly. Scrubbing the
flaky, dried cum from her body, she gasped at the tender, feminine hands
suddenly kneading the tension out of her shoulders. Lips pressed playfully against her
ear whispering softly to her, "The first day is always rough. Looks like Wreath
got his rotten claws into you, too. My shift is over; I am off to sleep after
this. Join me, and the others won't notice you until morning. You can face the
world again, then. "Cassandra turned slowly, careful not
to slip on the wet tiles. Wrapping her arms gratefully around the unknown
stranger she asked, "What... who... are you? You look human... Unchanged. I don't
even see a mark!"The stranger leaned forwards, wet
breasts pushing firmly into Cassandra's small, perky tits. Running fingers
through Cassandra's hair, the stranger began to talk slowly. "I am human, and
marked, as are you. Your mark is fresh, and done with bright colour, whilst
mine is older and done with ink the same tone as my skin... You will have to
work to find it, to see what I will become."Wordlessly, she began to wash
Cassandra's hair. Working the knots out, wincing as her fingers ran over the
marks left in her scalp by Wreath. Leaning forward, she kissed Cassandra
softly, tongue tasting the wetness on the new girl's lips. "My name, is Lace..."