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A Snake's Corruption

Part 3: Dressing for the Occupation

For Kacacarrotcake

By Draconicon

Eventually, Yana decided that it would be better to go along with the demon's demands. Whatever she was, whatever she wanted, she had saved him from another demon that wanted to take everything from him. The snake owed her for that much, but more to the point, he knew that it would not do for him to have her angry with him. She was already possessive, and he doubted that things would get better if he pushed her to show anything more...negative.

His new employer led him out of her office, forcing him to leave his clothes behind in the process. The snake covered his crotch, ashamed at the way that his double-dicks were hanging loose from his slit, knowing that they were in sight for anyone that wanted to take a look. The demon stingray rolled her eyes ahead of him.

"Just relax. You're in my world now, not your world."

"It's...hard."

"No, you're anything but."

"I mean the situation."

"You're the one making it hard. Just put your hands at your sides and forget about it, hmm?"

That was easy for her to say. She had grown up in this world, lived in it. He had barely been there for a couple of days, and he'd already been strip-searched, fondled, fucked, and tentacle fucked. Everything seemed to conspire and contrive to get him into the most awkward situations so that he could be humiliated even further.

And now he was working for a demon, and one that seemed more interested in fucking with his head than his body.

"Now, do you have any more feminine clothes?"

"We do not use those for men where I come from."

"Well, you'll use them now."

"Please...you wouldn't..."

"Heh, oh, Yana."

Ailsa turned after pressing the button for the elevator. She crossed her arms under her meager breasts, shaking her head.

"If you really think that there's anything I can't do to you, then you're deluding yourself. I am the power behind the city, here. I am the one that's made everything the way that it is."

"..."

"I used to be little more than an employee, you know. A clerk that knew nothing about magic. But demonic power...it allows for some amazing opportunities."

"You...you used to be..."

"Not that it matters, but yes."

Ding. The elevator arrived, and the stingray pulled him along. Good thing that she did, too. He was so shocked that he doubted that he could have found the willpower to follow commands right at that moment, or the brainpower to actually realize that he needed to move.

She used to be mortal? She used to be...she used to be like him? Then why would she be -

"You're wondering why I'm being so cruel, aren't you?"

"...Maybe?" he muttered tentatively.

"Demonic power changes people, but I don't think that I'm being particularly cruel. Maybe a bit sudden, maybe a bit quick, but not cruel. Cruelty would be using you, draining you of everything that you had and then throwing you out the window. Nobody would notice, and nobody would care, but it would make for a hell of a mess on the pavement down there."

He hadn't even thought of that. Considering that he'd already had his manhood stolen and his dignity robbed from him, he hadn't thought about what else the stingray might have been able to do.

That was his mistake. He was still trying to apply his standards to this side of the world when it was obviously completely insane. Whatever else he did, he needed to stop thinking of the west as anything like the east. He needed to remember that he people here were completely insane, debauched and hedonistic in a way that would never, ever be allowed back home.

And if that meant that they could fuck on the street, it wasn't that far a stretch to think that they could publicly kill, too. The two actions were nearly as horrible as each other, back home. No wonder demons were in charge here.

Ailsa turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised.

"Something tells me that you aren't too keen on your arrangement. Speak, slut."

"Mmph...you think that you can just make me talk?"

"I can make you do just about anything, heh," she said with a small smile. "There's a great deal of power in me. Tentacles and demon banishing are only a small portion of my magical arsenal."

"..."

"You don't have to talk. Just obey. And today, there's going to be a lot of that."

"Why?"

"Two reasons. One, you are utterly unsuited for the role of my assistant dressed like that. You already have a small feminine physique, but you need more to accentuate it with clothes and jewelry to show off that body of yours. So, we're going to be going somewhere to get you properly outfitted. It'll be good for you, too; it'll get you used to obeying when your mistress speaks."

"...And the other reason?"

"You need to learn how to have a little bit of fun. There's going to be a lot of work ahead of you, and you're not going to do it very well if you're blushing and hesitating all the time. That innocence is hot, but you need to break some of that fear. Getting naked in public, showing off some embarrassing outfits. That should go a long way towards fixing you for that."

"You can't..."

Ding.

The elevator reached the lobby, and Ailsa dragged him along by his arm. The stingray woman was still completely naked but completely unashamed. He was completely naked and completely ashamed.

His cheeks burned as he was dragged butt-naked across the lobby, his eyes drifting from person to person, waiting for someone to point at him and laugh. There had to be someone that would do just that as they made their way across the vast chamber, someone that would point at the foreigner and realize that he was showing everything off.

But nobody did.

Everyone else - either naked or mostly naked - was going about their business without a care in the world for what everyone else was doing. Sure, there were a few people that looked at him, mostly males, but the only thing that they did was stare at his ass and lick their lips. Occasionally, he would see a dick rise and fall, obviously interested but not having the time to indulge. The idea that they were staring at him for that...

A shiver ran down his spine, and he barely held himself together as they passed through the front doors.

"Mmmph...I miss home...this is so...unnatural."

"Trust me, if it weren't for a friend of mine, you would be thinking that this was completely natural too," the demon said as they walked down the steps. "It's not like there's anything wrong with this, you know. It's just a lot of fun for us."

"That doesn't mean it's right."

"Doesn't mean it's wrong, either."

The stingray held out her hand, and almost instantly, a taxi came up to the curb. Yana didn't look in the front; he didn't want to see another dick plugged into a vehicle and fueling it, not now, now after everything else that he was going through.

His employer pulled him into the back seat, and after they pulled their seatbelts on, she gestured for the driver to get going. There must have been some other communication, because he didn't hear an address being given, but the driver drove with more purpose than he was used to seeing back home.

Must be another sort of...magic...

He shivered. That had been a real passion of his until he had arrived in this place. Magic and technology, married together, performing miracles that neither of them were capable of on their own. That was the whole reason that he'd left the east to begin with, the whole reason that he'd thrown his old life away and come here. And now, he was seeing just where it came from.

Corruption.

Hell.

Demons.

They were the ones running this whole operation, and he had no way of getting free of them. Hell, he seemed to have picked the one that was the biggest, baddest demon of them all to attach himself to, and she didn't seem to be in any sort of mood to let go of him now.

She chuckled at his side.

"You know, you could think of me a little less flatteringly."

"You...you could..."

"Hear your thoughts?"

She smiled and nodded, and Yana felt a twisting, churning sensation in his guts. The idea of something peering into his head like that without permission was horrifying, but what was he supposed to do? He didn't have magic. He couldn't stop her.

The stingray looked forward, past the driver, and Yana did his best not to make a move, not to attract attention. He knew that there would be a time when he would be forced to act again, made to do something, but for now...

He looked out the window, desperate for a distraction. Hundreds of other cars lined the streets, and there were hundreds of people walking down the pavement. He could see little sexual transactions going on all over the place, from fingering women at the side of the road to get someone in the car for some fun to people giving handjobs to purveyors and food carts, paying off goods with sexual favors.

It was like a street of whores, and he had no idea how it was still running with cops and everyone else around. Hell, the cops were even part of it.

He shivered, sliding further down in his seat, his dicks slowly, finally retracting back into their slit. Not enough to actually hide them, but enough that they weren't on full display anymore. It was better than nothing, he knew, though it didn't feel like it.

His boss reached over, rubbing his thigh, dragging her slender purple fingers up to his crotch and then down towards his ass. The snake knew better than to try and wriggle away, though it was the main thing that he wanted to do at that point.

She shoved one finger up his ass, not even bothering to tell him why. All she did was shove it in, no thrusting, no wriggling, but it was still enough to leave him shivering, feeling impaled all the way to their destination.

When the taxi pulled up to a big department store, she didn't pull out. She used her other hand to rub down the driver's shoulder - he was a wolverine - and as they stepped out, the driver was cumming his brains out. He was leaning back against his seat, his mouth open and his tongue lolling out of it, his drool running down along his chest to his middle, and his cock spasming like crazy.

"What did you do to him?"

"I gave him a mega-gasm."

"What's that?"

"Basically, imagine five orgasms unloaded all at once."

The thought was a heavy one, and one that made his cocks twitch ever so slightly. He pushed down on his slit, wanting to keep them inside, and wanting them to know that they were supposed to stay inside.

They walked up the steps to the department store together, the stingray humming to herself and swaying her hips with every step. She didn't bother with shoes, something that put her somehow on a more deviant step than her secretary, who had at least worn heels while on the job.

More than that, the stingray seemed to draw eyes from all sides, people staring at her as she walked past. Some of them would lean forward in her direction, drooling.

"Why are they staring at you like that?"

"Oh, succubus aura, probably," Ailsa said.

"What...you mean you..."

"It's part of being a demon. We're kind of hitting the exotic button on a lot of people, anyway, and when we add in the whole mystical aura thing, it starts to make people get a little stupid."

"Why isn't it working on me?"

"Because you were already fucked by a demon. It's not as easy to entrance someone that knows what you are."

That made some sense, he supposed, though it was still kind of crazy...and more than a little scary when one got down to it. The fact that mortals were so vulnerable to demons like that...

What if one of them showed up in his home country? Would they be able to tell? Or would they just be helpless to it, forced to listen and obey, thinking that the demon was just one more amazing superman like the rest of their leaders?

It wasn't a good thought, and he wished that he hadn't had it.

The store itself opened up quickly, the sliding doors revealing a great deal of fetishwear on the other side. His cheeks burned as he saw the number of latex clothes that were put forward, some of them advertising chastity belts and cages for those that wore them. He had the image in his head of his dicks being pushed into his slit, held down by a cage that wouldn't let them free.

Somehow, that made his asshole burn with a need that he hadn't felt since that other demon had fucked him. His cheeks were bright pink as he followed behind his employer, thankfully leaving those full suits behind and putting a good bit of distance between them and those...things.

It wasn't much better further on, though. There were dresses that were all lacy and feminine, and his cheeks burned hotter as he realized that she was serious about stuffing him into them. The stingray pulled down one black and white maid outfit, one that had lace around the bosom and the bottom of the skirt - which was far too short to be tasteful - and she held it up against him.

"Yes, that would be about your size. Go try it on."

"You...you..."

"You agreed to the sissy route, let me remind you. The dress is going on you regardless. The question is whether you wear it normally, or if you wear it without the dicks that you seem to love so much still attached to you."

She had him over a barrel, and she knew it. He groaned, taking the dress from her and going into the nearest dressing room.

He wasn't even sure why he did that. It was still there despite everyone just trying stuff on in the aisles. The shame that was supposed to be present while putting on clothes seemed to have completely disappeared in this world, and he didn't know if there was any way to bring it back.

He took the dress off the hanger, dragging it through his fingers. At the very least, it was a silken sort of fabric, so it would feel good on his skin. It would be better than the alternatives, like the rough stuff, or latex, which would cling to him painfully tightly.

Yana pulled it over his head, and soon, the cobra found himself staring into a mirror that reflected a too-feminine version of himself.

The bust of the dress had a way of cupping the chest, pushing up the little bit of fat that was there and making it look like he had a small pair of boobs. The back of the skirt was pushed up just enough by his tail to show off a bit of his ass, and that made him blush as he turned around and saw the bottom of the curves there.

Shaking his head, he reached for the lacy bottom of the dress, planning on ripping it off himself, but then he heard it.

"Come out, Yana."

The voice of his employer. No, the voice of his mistress, he realized, as his body started to move on its own. He tried to stop it, tried to grab a shelf or a hanger or something to slow himself down, but his body was already obeying her commands, turning to the door and turning the knob, pulling it open.

How he could bring himself to expose himself like this, he didn't know. He just knew that he was suddenly standing out in the open, his cheeks on fire, his cocks still pushed tight into his slit, and looking more like a female than any male had a right to do.

The stingray smiled at him, nodding her head in approval as she looked him up and down.

"I knew that dress would flatter your hips and chest. Why don't you give me a little spin, hmm?"

He did as he was told, his cheeks burning hotter again, his face feeling like one could fry an egg on it. The blush didn't abate as the stingray told him to stop with his ass facing her, nor did it get any better as she started fondling his rump.

"Mmm, such a lovely shape. Not much that needs to be changed here, other than making it a bit bigger."

"I hate that you can do this..."

"I'm sure. But until you have power of your own, well, you're reduced to being a slave doll. Okay, turn around again."

He did as he was told, of course, and she lifted the front of his skirt. It was more humiliating than usual, this time, because he could see a pair of slender naga women looking at him as he was fondled, squeezed. His cocks were pulled out and the stingray seemed to be measuring them, rubbing her fingers down along the shafts.

The fact that he couldn't get hard was not making it better. If anything, it was making it that much worse.

The naga girls giggled to each other as they looked at him, and he wanted to die. He wanted to curl up into a little ball and throw himself into a ditch and die.

"Looks like we'll need some bigger panties for someone like you."

"Panties?! The dress isn't bad enough?"

"You think that I would let you go out without all the accessories?" The stingray smiled. "Oh, you have no idea how this is going to go, do you?"

She waved for him to follow, dragging him through the clothes to the edge of it, where there were all kinds of underwear hanging from the wall. He stared at the different pairs that were arranged for both genders, from a slender thong that wouldn't have covered an ant's pussy to a pair of bulky steel briefs that would keep an elephant from getting hard while they were worn. He imagined wearing them, and thought of just how quickly he would lose his mind.

He followed behind his mistress helplessly, whimpering every time that she looked at a pair of panties that had a chastity device enabled. Some of them were thick rings of steel that would keep his cocks hard, but pointed down in the wrong direction. Some of them had tubes of plastic or metal, things that would keep him from allowing his cocks to get hard or rise up in the first place. Still others were made of leather or metal plates, keeping his cocks from leaving the slit that they were in.

Eventually, the stingray woman pulled down a latex pair of panties. She pulled on them, showing just how stretchy the back was, and then passed them over.

"Put those on."

"...Okay."

"Right here."

He groaned, a grimace spreading across his face, but there was no denying the mistress. Not without some massive consequences, at the very least.

He pulled the back of the dress up, lowering the panties to the floor before putting his feet through the leg holes. The soft latex was smooth against his scales, but he could already tell, even with the stretching in the back, it was going to be a tight fit. It would hold itself flush against his scales, and his cocks would be kept pinned inside of him unless the mistress saw fit to let him take the panties off.

Nevertheless, Yana pulled them up his legs obediently, feeling eyes on his ass from all over the shop. He didn't look around, not wanting to be obvious, but the mistress was doing that for him. The way that she looked at everyone around made it seem like she was looking for whoever was most interested.

It made him feel like a whore in the hands of their pimp.

The thought sent a shiver down his spine again, and he pulled the panties the rest of the way up, dragging them over his crotch and ass. Instantly, he felt the back of them sliding into the crack between the cheeks, and he felt his cocks get pushed the rest of the way into his slit.

"Hold up the skirt. Let me see how you look."

He did as he was told, trying not to faint from embarrassment. The demon stingray reached down to his crotch, rubbing his fingers over the front of the panties.

"Heh, makes it look like you have a camel toe down here. You probably could get fucked down there, if I found someone that was small enough."

"I...I have never..."

"You will. Probably at least three or four times a day, when we get you properly trained. Have to give that ass a break from time to time, you know."

"Oh god..."

"Don't say something like that. You know that god is offensive to demons."

"God."

She winced, but the glare that he got in return made him wonder if the small bit of defiance had actually been worth it.

Shaking her head, the demon stingray dragged him through the store, pulling him along. They picked out a pair of high heeled shoes for him, ones that had spikes four inches tall, and then they picked out a training bra for him, too. It was humiliating to think of wearing something like that, but he could tell that it was only a matter of time until the stingray had him completely feminized.

They walked up to the checkout counter, and almost immediately, he knew that something was going to go wrong. His mistress threw him over the counter, passing him to the horse on the other side, and he was almost face-to-crotch with the big guy before he could catch his balance.

"Paying with a slut today, ma'am?" the stallion asked.

"Yep. Use him for however much the clothes he's wearing costs."

"From the looks of it, that'll be two rounds of anal and a round of oral. That good for you?"

"That's fine. Just make sure to give his ass some cream at the end of it."

"No problem, ma'am. Fresh meat?"

"Almost virgin."

"That'll make it one and one, then. Thanks, ma'am."

Yana couldn't believe this sort of conversion, swearing that this had to be a dream. But no, he was turned around, thrown over the counter, and his tail was shoved over his back as the skirt was lifted. His legs parted for the horse, and he could only turn and stare at that massive dick that was already telescoping out from the stallion's crotch. Thick and heavy and flared, the stallion's dick was almost as big as the demon's that he'd taken.

Almost. It was still just a bit shorter, and a bit less thick, but still massive.

I can't...I can't...

Whatever he thought he couldn't do, though, the stallion obviously didn't agree. The big guy grabbed him by the hips with one hand, and lowered the cock down with the other. The flared head rubbed against the latex panties that the snake wore, then pushed forward, nudging around until the tip found his hole.

"Oh god, wait, wait, at least give me lube!" Yana begged.

"No way. This ass is too good to wait for. Besides, the panties will take care of it."

"You can't be - aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

He wasn't sure if he was screaming or moaning as the panties were turned into a condom with one firm thrust. His eyes were bugging out of their sockets as he was filled from behind, his asshole stretched around something so amazingly thick, something so intense and reaching so very deep. He gasped for breath, slumped forward over the counter as he stared at the stingray.

She looked down at him with eyes that had a very clear message to them. If he hadn't fucked with her, she might have been nicer, but he just had to press that button. He just had to try and be a smart alek.

The first thrust was the hardest, but the second was only slightly better, only pushing out most of the air in his lungs instead of all of it. He wheezed as he felt the horse slowly pulling back, his insides starting to take on their proper shape again, only for the third thrust to follow.

Then the fourth, the fifth, the sixth, the stallion gradually picking up a rhythm and fucking him with it. He gasped every time that the horse bottomed out in him, the friction of that cock and those panties being forced into him making him feel so...so floaty, so intensely confused.

It was hard to think, hard to know what was going on, but he knew that his pleasure was rising. The latex panties were doing something with his ass that kept this from hurting as much as it should, keeping him from losing his mind completely. His eyes rolled back in his sockets, his tongue hanging out from his mouth as the stallion picked up speed, that massive cock going deeper and deeper into his guts with each passing second.

Soon, he felt those big leathery balls bouncing off his ass, slapping against it, swinging forward far enough to tap his own through the panties. His tongue hung out further, the pleasure starting to hit him more, the pain and hat of penetration melting into something more...more enjoyable...

Yana fought it, but the pleasure that came from having his ass opened up like that, the sensation of constant pressure on his prostate, was making it hard to think of anything but the pounding that he was getting. The fact that he was forced forward the way he was meant that his lips were almost in position for face-fucking, and he stared down at his employer's cocks, realizing that she could use him for that and there'd be nothing that he could do to stop her.

He almost...

He almost wanted her to do that, he realized shamefully. His cocks and balls twitched in his panties, but the former couldn't get hard, and the latter could only churn impotently, making him drip and dribble inside of his clothes, filling them with the slime of his own need.

The humiliation of being fucked in front of everyone else was fading, the humiliation turning into a pleasure of its own. He wondered if it was something to do with the mistress's aura, if she was doing this to him, but soon, that thought faded, leaving him slumped forward and panting, whimpering...

Moaning.

The stallion grabbed him tighter, holding him down and rutting him good and hard, his scaly ass starting to quake and jiggle slightly with each impact from that heavy, hard horse from behind. His eyes rolled back in his head, his tongue lolled out further, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck..." he was muttering, he realized. He couldn't stop himself either as the stallion's hips seemed to speed up, stretching out his panties into more and more of a wearable condom, filled to the brim with that thick shaft.

In and out, in and out, that hot cock went, the balls following in their way of battering rams. They slapped against him, knocked his balls forward, back, forward, never painfully, but always firmly. Always enough to leave him moaning for more.

The stallion whinnied when he finally hit his climax, holding the snake down by the back of the neck as his seed started flowing. He could feel the pulsing, throbbing motions of the cumming cock against the latex in his ass, collecting the seed without letting it get tainted by anything inside of him. The flared head pulled out, the last of the horse's cum running down the back of his legs and down to his feet.

"Suck him clean," Ailsa said, and the snake found himself moving almost without awareness, his body kneeling and his mouth opening.

It tasted of cum and a bit of sweat, but thanks to the panty condom, no taste of his own ass. He licked along the sides of the shaft, then towards the head, still lost in his own pleasurable high enough to not notice what he was doing. He was only following orders, after all, and that was easy enough.

He dragged his tongue along the ridge of the flared head, tracing it towards the urethra in the center. The stallion clerk grunted under his breath, and the snake flicked his tongue along the opening, teasing away the little bits of cum that were trying to dry to the flesh.

Up and down the shaft he went until it was fully hard again, and only then did the stingray pull him back.

"Alright, that's enough payment. You can come along now."

"Thanks for the payment, ma'am. You and your slut have a good day."

"Thanks, you too."

Ailsa waved over her shoulder as she marched him away from the check-out lines. It took Yana almost three minutes to actually come back to himself, and when he realized what he'd done, he stood up ramrod straight and covered his eyes.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, why did I do that?!"

"...I swear, if you say that word one more time, I'm gagging you until you learn better," the stingray growled.

"I...I..."

Yana was shaking, his muscles trembling from head to toe...which meant that there was a certain set of muscles that clenched at just the wrong time.

Squirt.

He yelped as he splattered the sidewalk with the entirety of the horse's orgasm that was still inside of him, staring at the puddle of white that had been stuck inside of him after that whole mess. His shame was only getting worse.

His mistress sighed, grabbing him by the arm.

"Okay. New plan. We're going back to my house. Obviously, I need to do something with that head of yours, because you are still too freaked out to be able to handle this."

"I don't think I can ever handle this..."

"You don't know how good I am at mind fucking."

"Literally or metaphorically?"

"Why not both?"

The End