FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

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So in a sense this is V3 of this story. V1 is long, drawn out, rambly, and terribly written but has some of the best content. V2 is the story I have in my drafts folder which was my first attempt to trim down V1 but I ended up pretty unhappy with it. So V3 is a total rewrite with the parts I felt good about from both included while still trying not to ramble.

Bear with me I'm very new to writing and after my sad V2 I've just decided to write what I like and find a happy medium between my word vomit and an actual story. This main story is going to be pretty focused on telling Lillie's 'story' but there will still be smut. In addition to that I've got lots of side stories solely focused on smut like 'Lillie Likes You' that I'll be uploading when they aren't huge spoilers.

With all that being said, I hope you enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated, and thanks for reading :)

**All characters are 18 or older!**

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As the wagon trundled up a remote farm path, a girl was dragged alongside it by her hair. She tried desperately to fight against the man holding her. The whip of the guard bit into the exposed flesh and blood oozed down from the open wounds that ran across the young girl's back as she struggled in vain to stop herself being taken any further. Her screams echoed round the forest as she was roughly pulled towards the the rear of their wagon. The guard tossed her forwards onto the ground where she landed with a thud screaming in pain. Blood flowed freely from the wound in her back.

"This one is useless," said the leader. "Throw away the dead weight." As he laughed cruelly the other men joined in. One of the other guards picked up the young girl and threw her into the back, among its already terrified companions. She lay there un-moving and silent; her dejected eyes staring vacantly upwards at the roof of the wagon hoping for something better than abuse at the hands of these cruel people. But no such luck would come for this girl, whose life had just been reduced to trying to survive another day. For she was now a slave. She and the others would be the property of some new master. Her wounds an example, a warning not to defy them or their rules.

***

Some days later the slavers and their cargo arrived at their destination: an imposing castle compound on the outskirts of Silvercliff, a large city known for little beyond its debauchery.

The guards drove the wagon into a courtyard, as the wagon halted, its driver climbed out to open up the rear doors. The other four guards quickly got to work pulling the heavy chains off each captive and unlocking their manacles before they were allowed to move. Once freed, the three girls and one boy gathered together around the door of the wagon. Not one of them dared speak a word; they were all too frightened of what might happen if they did.

The guards grabbed them by their shoulders and pulled them down through a side door. They walked in silence, two of the girls clutching each other for comfort as they stumbled along in fear, the boy following them. The guard's footsteps rang like hammer blows, echoing on stone walls as they walked deeper into the castle's interior. There was no light inside except for a few small candles brought by the slavers to guide them. At last, after many minutes of walking, they reached the end of the corridor and a large metal door.

With a grunt from two of the guards the door was flung open and they were led past cells. Most were empty but contained in a few were others the same age as the 4 horrified captives. They watched the group walk by in silence, their gaunt faces dejected and expressionless.

Near the end of the row they came to a stop. Two small doors opened into pitch darkness on either side of them.

"You two in this one," the leader said to the two girls clutching one another as the guards kicked them inside and shut the door behind.

"-and you can share the other," he said, shoving the boy and girl through the second doorway.

As the two teens looked up from the ground the door slammed shut behind them and the clang of the bolt falling into place echoed in their chamber. The retreating footfalls of the guards were faint through the heavy door.

"I don't want to die," whispered the boy, breaking the oppressive silence. His voice wavered in fear as tears welled up in his eyes. The girl nodded in agreement; neither one of them had ever seen such cruelty before. The girl hugged him tightly, feeling a strange sense of security in being with someone who felt how she felt, although she knew it wouldn't be for long.

"I'm sure they wouldn't bring us here just for that," she told him, an attempt at reassurance doing little to raise his mood. "I was already a slave before, no reason to buy me just to kill me," she continued. Now talking as much to herself as to him.

After a moment of silence and no response from the boy she tried again. "I'm Lillie." She said softly, "what can I call you?"

He sniffled and wiped his nose on the sleeve of his shirt as he smiled at her, the expression lost in the darkness. "Tom." He replied, still wiping away tears as he spoke.

"I'm glad I've got you Tom, we can get each other through this." Lillie tried with mild success to keep her voice from shaking.

"Yeah..." he mumbled, sounding sadder than she'd hoped. He shook his head violently as if he wanted to shake away some unseen thought that kept troubling him before curling up on the cold stone.

Feeling this was as far as she would get with him for now she offered what little comfort she could and held him against her as they tried to get some rest.

***

A couple of hours later they woke suddenly and bolted upright in alarm. The clanging sound of iron gates slamming shut came from outside their cell. Then, without warning, they heard the sounds of boots moving along the corridor. They sat in silence listening intently. Lillie gripped Tom's arm tightly as they sat in a terrified panic, not knowing what to expect when the door swung open and their fate was revealed.

A guard stepped inside holding a small lamp and a tray that he set on top of a chest against the wall. There were two bowls on it and a piece of bread each with a wooden spoon sitting next to them on a small plate.

Lillie gasped with delight seeing their chance to eat something finally. The guard looked down at them, his eyes boring into Lillie's face, her fear was obvious as she trembled in her grip around Tom's arm. "Come here," he said with a gruff voice, "just you." He beckoned for Lillie to approach him; she looked down at Tom with wide eyes as she obeyed his command. She moved away from him to stand in front of the guard who drew out a dagger and a large vial. "This will hurt," he told her in a stern voice.

Lillie's eyes grew large and she whimpered quietly, feeling helpless as he pressed the steel into her palm and she cried out as his dagger cut through her flesh and a warm flow of blood spurted out into the vial he held. He held her firmly to let it fill then corked it. She winced as he did, and her hand fell down to clutch her wrist. She whimpered again as he took out cloth and bound her hand in a bandage, not too tightly but enough that it would stay on as he turned away from her.

"You too," he said turning to Tom and reaching for the small dagger at his belt as he pointed it at Tom's hands. Tom stood frozen as he watched the knife coming toward him with wide eyes, his mind struggling to comprehend what was about to happen. The guard grabbed Tom's wrists and held his hand over the vial then cut his palm open, holding it over the bowl so that the blood dripped in and filled it before corking it again. The boy's face had gone white as a sheet; his eyes were wide with fear, but he didn't cry out or resist. After another bandage the guard turned away and left them to clean themselves up and eat their meal alone.

They sat there on their knees for several minutes, silent and shivering from fear, unable to move even if they'd wanted to. Finally Lillie took a bite of her food and forced herself to chew slowly as she stared at her hand in revulsion. She had never felt pain like this before and expected this wouldn't be her last experience with it for a while. She didn't dare take off the bandages to clean off the blood lest she end up accidentally hurting herself again.

She swallowed another bite and noticed that Tom hadn't taken his food yet; he was staring at his bowl, still shuddering occasionally in his seat as his eyes flicked toward the door as if expecting someone to come in at any moment. After several minutes she broke the silence by asking, "are you going to eat?" He looked up at her briefly then back down at his bowl as he answered her with a small nod of his head, still watching his food intently. "How come you're so quiet?" She asked as she finished chewing her food and put her bowl aside.

Tom was silent for a few more minutes before answering, "I'm just thinking." He said in a hushed tone, "thinking about my family." He took another bite of his meal as Lillie nodded slightly, unsure of what to say but feeling like she needed to say something. After another pause Tom added, "I just can't believe they'd just sell me like that..."

She didn't know what to say so she said nothing, then after another pause she asked him, "do you want to tell me your story?"

Tom looked at her blankly for a moment before glancing down at his bowl once again. After another minute he started slowly talking as he ate. "I'm from a little town called Alderwood." He began as he spoke slowly, taking small bites of food, "my parents ran a farm outside the town..."

Lillie listened attentively as he talked; she knew there was nothing she could do for him now but offer him an ear. "Are they... still around?" She asked him as he paused to drink water from the clay cup.

Tom nodded quietly before saying, "yeah, they are both still there." He said quietly before looking back down at his bowl. "I'm 18 now, I was going to be an apprentice blacksmith soon. I guess something changed because before I knew it they were selling me to those slavers like I was nothing..." he muttered bitterly, his words trailing off as his voice cracked on them.

Lillie placed a hand on his shoulder in sympathy. "I'm so sorry." She said, "My mom passed when I was young and my dad was ill for a long time before I was sold too."

Tom looked up at her with an understanding look and nodded sadly. "I'm sorry, it must have been hard." He said gently, then returned to his food.

After a few more minutes of eating they finished and cleaned themselves up in silence again, neither of them speaking as they tended to their wounds. When they were done, Lillie picked up their bowls and walked over to the door to place them in easy reach in case their captors came back.

She was about to sit back down when a shrill scream pierced through the silence. It sounded like it was coming from outside their cell.

Both of them stood there in shock, frozen for several seconds before Lillie peered through a slit in the door to try and see who was screaming. She stopped when she heard the sound of boots coming down the corridor toward them, and she returned to her spot by the wall where she had been sitting before.

The door swung open and two guards entered, each holding a small lamp. They stood silently as they looked over the pair of captives then stepped back as a woman entered the doorway and glared down at them.

The woman's hair was black and glossy. It cascaded over her shoulders like liquid silk in front of her as she looked down on them with malevolent ruby eyes that shone with cold indifference. She wore a dress that was as black as her hair and fell past her knees in a river of cloth that glistened like oil. Her pale skin was smooth and perfect save for a large scar that ran down one side of her neck and continued down her chest to disappear under her dress.

The woman's mouth curled into a grin as she stood before them. Lillie took an involuntary step back at the sight of her. The woman's fingers were long and slender and she extended one towards them. "These are perfect. Bring them both." She said.

"Yes my lady." The guards replied with unison. One reached down and grabbed Tom's arms and pulled him forward until he stumbled into the hall behind them, still held tight in his grip. The other did the same with Lillie and pulled her forward by her wrist. The woman stood and watched, her face still twisted into a smug grin as if she had enjoyed their struggle and the fear they had shown.

When she stepped aside for them to pass through the woman spoke again, "I am Madame LaVeil. You may address me as 'my lady', or 'madame'." She said with an air of formality. "You are to follow me now." She told them both in an imperious tone before leading them down the corridor toward an open archway. They passed through and into the darkness beyond before the sound of the doors clanging shut behind them echoed through the hallways.

The sound of their footsteps echoing off the stone walls faded into silence as they walked along a narrow hallway. The walls were made of dark stone, almost black in color with strange runes and glyphs carved into them at various points. As they progressed the runes became more frequent and intricate until they covered every inch of the stone, scrawled even along the floors and ceiling.

Seconds later LaVeil stopped in front of a metal gate. With a wave of her wrist it opened on its own and she strode through. "Him first," she stated without stopping.

The guard holding Tom pulled him forward through the gate while the other held Lillie behind. This close to the opening she could see the room was massive, Tom was being led to the center and what looked like a chair while the Madame had disappeared somewhere while Lillie had been focused on the guards.

When they reached the center the guard strapped Tom into the restraints on the chair. He was to far away for Lillie to see his face in the dim lighting but she could feel his fear. She felt it as well, this massive chamber had an ominous aura and anything that necessitated restraints didn't bode well for them.

She kept her eyes glued to Tom. Even as the guard walked out of the room, the light receding with him, she willed herself to keep watching, her attention the only form of support she could offer him. They waited in near darkness for some minutes, the only sound was an occasional whimper from Tom softly echoing through the chamber.

A sudden unnerving screech coming from somewhere beneath them made Lillie jump and her skin crawl. Her heart raced in her chest as she tried to get her bearings in the dark and figure out what that sound had been.

When it came again she noticed a faint red hue creeping up from the edges of the room. With the new ambient light it was apparent the room was circular. As the sound came a third time the source of the light crept into view. All along the walls the symbols had began to fill with the red light. It flowed up from below the floor and crept towards the ceiling. As it rose higher the brightness fluctuated rhythmically. The symbols curved and the light followed till they were almost touching at the peak.

Anticipating something but not knowing what, Lillie still jumped when the lights connected around a ring of shimmering metal and an orb of green light fell from it. The light floated almost lazily about the room for a moment, lighting up the dark floor and illuminating Tom again. Even from across the large space Lillie could see that he was terrified, his eyes wide as they followed the floating orb that hovered over his head.

The orb split in two then four then eight, eight balls of light falling one after another over him as he flinched with each one that descended upon him. Each of the balls landed on his body but did not disappear or hurt him when they touched down; rather they merged into his skin. He let out a soft whimper as a ball landed on his left arm, then another on his right. They merged with him as well and spread outward across his skin till they all faded out. His fear began to fade away as well.

The light from the orb vanished as it touched down on his head, and when it did he fell unconscious. As the lights faded from the room he fell slack in his restraints and his skin began to take on a green tint from all of the glowing orbs that had landed on him.

A moment later a loud scream rang out through the room followed by heavy clanks that echoed through the hollow space. A chill ran down Lillie's spine and she felt her knees go weak as she struggled to stay standing and not faint in terror. It came from where Tom was but it didn't sound human; more feral, high pitched, and very clearly in pain.

The screaming continued as Lillie's eyes darted around the darkness, wishing she could see the source of the sound. She could hear scraping as the screams receded and had to assume Tom was the source and they were dragging him away.

A distant clang sounded as another door closed somewhere else in the chamber.

The clang must have been a signal for her guard as Lillie was pulled forward into the room and pushed into the chair by his hand. Her head was thrown back against the headrest and her hands were locked into metal restraints attached to each arm of the chair. A strap was placed over her forehead before she was left to sit alone in the dark as she waited for what she knew came next.

She waited there, breathing heavily in anticipation, dreading what was coming and not knowing what would happen next. She wished she had been allowed to say goodbye to her friend or at least be allowed to know what had happened. The sounds of footsteps faded away until there was nothing to hear but her own heartbeat pounding in her ears.

Her eyes darted around nervously, trying to find any sign of light or movement in the dark but there was nothing. It was as though she were buried in a hole that only had one exit, no light or air reaching her from outside. Her breathing picked up again as her nerves were set on edge.

She closed her eyes, trying to relax and not give in to fear. It wasn't working very well and she began to wonder if she'd be alright when the time came.

When it did come she didn't hear a noise; she felt it instead, a shiver going through her body as the screech reverberated in her bones. This one sounded different than Tom's had, much lower in pitch, and it sent chills up her spine that felt like ice crystals in her veins. She didn't want to look but couldn't stop herself, her eyes flicking around to see if she could spot whoever was making the noise.

Still no source became clear although she was no longer in darkness as she watched the symbols light up one by one like a haunting sunrise in this sinister liminal space. She watched with a sort of horrified fascination as more and more of them lit up, just like before rising to meet in the ceiling.

With her head strapped she couldn't look up to see the symbols connect but she could feel when they met overhead, it was like a low rumble of thunder. She was forced to close her eyes as a sudden blinding brilliance filled every corner of the room and caused her to tear up at its intensity. The pain of light was so strong that it made her eyes burn even though they were closed. For a moment She was glad she was strapped into the chair otherwise she would have fallen over from dizziness.

It took her a while to open her eyes again as they burned from the flash of the light, even after blinking away tears.

As her eyes adjusted she could see that the whole chamber was full of light; every inch of the walls covered shimmering waves of light like reflections from a pool of gold. Unlike Tom's orb this one descended straight down until it rested in the air a few feet in front of her face. Like looking into the sun Lillie had to squint to keep her eyes open at all. She couldn't be sure but this orb seemed much larger, she could swear it seemed to be aware of her, somehow regarding her calmly. Responding to it she opened her senses and relaxed a little. Though she was still forced to squint from the intensity the tension in the rest of her body faded as the malice from earlier seemed to fade, blocked by the orb's brilliance. This didn't feel anything like what Tom must have experienced.

Seemingly sensing her change, the wisp floated closer. Unable to move much Lillie turned a palm up, forgetting she couldn't reach out to touch it. Responding in kind the light floated down until it lightly enveloped the tips of her fingers and gently warmed them. Lillie felt something deep within her stir from the gentle contact. A smile crossed her face as she enjoyed being held by something that was clearly not malevolent, despite how scary it looked at first. She felt safe in its presence even if she wasn't exactly comfortable with it at this point.

After a long moment it released her and floated back up to its original position where it remained in a static state of calmness. It didn't move but Lillie still felt a sense of calm from it even though it was not outwardly doing anything to help her relax or ease her fears.

A tingling feeling ran across Lillie's chest, coming from nowhere in particular, and causing goose bumps on her arms and back. It felt like something was moving through her body; like a snake or worm trying to find its way through her veins. She felt it move under her skin and shuddered at the feeling. She couldn't be sure but it felt as if whatever it was was searching for something specific and growing frustrated that it couldn't find it. The sensation grew stronger and seemed to be moving down towards her heart as Lillie's breathing became heavy with anticipation.

It finally found what it was searching for; Lillie felt something touch her breastbone and a slight sting accompanied by a mild shock spread out from where it touched her, followed by a pulling. She could see the wisp was affected too, seeming to resist as it was pulled closer. Whatever was causing it must have been part of the ritual and not the intent of the wisp. The force pulling the wisp seemed to increase as it was forced closer to Lillie's heart.

Lillie fought the panic as the wisp was drawn closer, trying to tell herself at least whatever was being forced to connect with her hadn't felt malevolent. As the wisp neared her chest she felt a tingle of electricity that traveled through her body as it came in contact with her skin. The force increased until Lillie was pressed against the back of her chair as a warm heat spread through her body, a pleasant calm that filled every part of her being and left a slight pressure on her chest.

As soon as it came in contact with Lillie's chest it changed and she felt intense burning pain that ran outward along every inch of her body. She spasmed as the heat increased, feeling like it might burn through her flesh, as if lava was flowing through her veins. It felt like there were tiny cuts opening over every inch of her body that radiated outward from the point where it touched her heart. A sudden ringing sound filled her ears and she felt herself falling backwards, a sense of vertigo coming over her as everything seemed to spin out of control around her. Part of her realized the ringing sound was her screaming and the vertigo was likely the guard taking her wherever Tom had gone. Unable to think beyond the agonizing sensations her whole world became pain. It felt like an eternity before she finally blacked out.

***

Lillie dreamed of being chased through a dark forest by something unseen but sinister as the shadows reached out to touch her with claws that never reached her skin but terrified her all the same. The sound of breaking branches filled the forest air as the creature called out in a high pitched voice that seemed to mock Lillie even though she couldn't see anything. As she fled from the shadows she thought she heard a children crying but couldn't bring herself to stop. She kept running as branches cracked behind her and small shadowed bodies fell like rain upon her path but she was determined to escape the creature's clutches. She could see nothing ahead but knew that something ahead could save her.

Suddenly, through the thick fog of fear that clouded her mind she felt an icy chill on her skin, knowing her pursuer was right behind her. As she stumbled forward she caught a glimpse of a flickering gold light through the trees ahead of her and forced herself to run toward it, as she burst into a clearing with a pond of gold at its center she saw that her pursuer had caught up with her. The light was bright enough to hurt her eyes but not enough to banish the shadows that still crept out from the corners of the clearing as her attacker closed in on her.

She could feel cold metal enveloping her neck as she struggled to get away from the creature, kicking wildly as it pressed its sharp claws against her neck. She cried out in anger and frustration and continued to kick and claw at its face in an attempt to free herself. Suddenly it was grabbing her hair and yanking her head back, baring her throat in preparation for what she thought was sure death.

Forced to look up and see what she was fighting she could make out nothing but a shadowy face with burning eyes set beneath a craggy brow. Its mouth was full of jagged fangs that glowed white hot as it prepared to tear into her throat.

Lillie opened her mouth in a scream that morphed into a roar as she let her fear shift to rage. She whirled, the creature somehow loosing its grip on her hair as she used some force from her lower body to twist herself out of its clutches. Landing on her feet facing the creature it tried to come at her again but she refused to be taken and she reached out for its eyes, willing her fingers to pierce it, wanting only to give it the pain and hurt she felt.

Instead of her fingernails she felt sharp claws suddenly tipping her fingers tear right through the red eyes and into the creature's skull. It screamed in rage, a sound that echoed in the clearing and sent chills up Lillie's spine as she felt its body buckling against hers as it fell away from her in a crumpled heap.

With no time to react the creature ruptured, throwing her back and setting her world spinning until she was enveloped by shimmering gold waves.

Images of sky, the warmth of the sun, and expansive brilliant wings enveloping her flashed through her mind as she fell deeper into sleep and a feeling of safety.

***

Lillie woke from the dream with a start, her mind fuzzy and her vision blurred.

She looked around, this wasn't the cell she had been in with Tom, she was on a small cot and there was a window shaded by curtains across the small space. Although the room was otherwise sparse it was a far cry from the dark cell and she was grateful for the change.

Memories of the ritual returned to her, a ball of golden light, safety in the face of what had felt surely evil, and then so much pain...

As she moved and shifted she felt a deep ache through her entire body. Her arms were sore where they'd been bound behind her back, her legs were bruised and tender from being dragged along rough stone floors and the flesh beneath them was raw and sore. She took a few moments to stretch out her limbs before laying back down and closing her eyes, trying to get some sleep.

***

Hours later she found herself still lying there in discomfort, watching shadows move outside the window. She hadn't slept more than a few minutes at a time since waking up and now her eyelids felt heavy and despite her best efforts she could only manage half an hour or so of rest before another wave of pain would wash over her.

Finally she decided to give up on sleep. Instead she sat up and leaned against the wall. She was alone, the cell was quiet and there was silence in the corridor outside. The room felt cold.

"You need - sleep," someone said quietly in her ear.

"Whoa!" She screamed in shock, throwing her arms in front of her as she rolled into a crouching position.

"Shh, it- okay," a voice whispered again. "-won't hurt you."

Lillie got up and looked around, seeing nobody nearby. "Where are you?"

The voice laughed "Inside y-you. N-not fully together yyyet-." The speech was garbled and difficult to understand, it sounded a little drunk almost. "been too long-settled soon."

"But why?" Lillie asked, confused and unsure what else to say.

"Cuz we can help eeeeachother. And yur like m-my mate... One in a million shot. Only a special wom- woman can handle me." The voice giggled. "I help yooo not be some slave-husk and you help me get back to myself or we both die!"

"You'll kill me?" Lillie asked nervously.

"Me, physics, whats the difference at this point?"

"I dont un-"

"It's okaayy, mm just gonna change you a teeny bit... keep up the ruse. And maybe make sure you don't explode"

"What do you mean?"

"Watch and you'll find out." the voice finished cryptically.

As she struggled to think of what else to say to get any more information out of this insane voice a shifting interrupted her. Lillie felt something move inside of her. The shape was shifting, transforming into something... different. What was happening?

"You'll be you-- but like mee--" The voice hummed quietly.

Her stomach started to growl, as if it had some part in what was going on. She felt the shape wiggle, stretching out in her belly. It seemed to almost be enjoying itself as it twisted and writhed within her. "W-what is that?" she asked, trying to talk through gritted teeth.

"That's me? or something like that," the creature replied. "Or the me with you?"

Lillie wanted to fear the change, but every part of her was saying otherwise. Her body seemed to be adjusting to it, starting to want it. In fact, she had never felt like this before. She... loved it? Feelings of warmth spread through her entire body, and she could hardly believe this was happening.

"Good girl, that's better. You're mine," the creature said happily. "And I'm yours."

Lillie could hardly remember ever feeling this good before. She had always been a frail shy girl, afraid of getting sick or getting hurt. Now, though, it felt like that had changed. She was getting excited for what was to come, if it was going to be like this she would welcome it.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" The voice sounded surprised.

"Yes..." Lillie smiled.

Looking down at herself through hazy lidded eyes the room seemed to shift, feeling smaller. Her legs grew bigger and her hips started to widen. Soon, she had swollen breasts, her stomach stretched, feeling longer, stronger. The skin on her sides darkened, becoming harder and forming grooves and lines, her belly became much lighter also hardening but becoming unbelievably smooth, forming grooves as well. As she watched she realized what they were, scales! Her muscles started to tighten, transforming her body into a more snakelike form, with a brilliant white underbelly, and dark black scales covering the rest of her body. Her tail began to emerge, slowly, as did the claws on her hands and feet.

"Oh my, you look beautiful!" The voice exclaimed. "It seems your instincts match mine."

Lillie looked down at herself, feeling overwhelmed by the sight. "I-I'm not sure..."

"Don't worry, my dear," the voice said. "It takes some time to adjust to your new body. Just relax and enjoy yourself."

Lillie yelled as a splitting headache caused her to drop to the ground. Bringing her hands up to her face She felt her jaw push forward and her eyes shift as her entire face reformed to fit her new body. She could hear her own bones cracking as her skull rearranged itself. The transformation was painful, but at least it was quick. She could feel something growing in her throat, and she realized that it was her tongue, extending from her mouth and splitting at the tip. It was hard to breathe as her lungs expanded, after a moment of panic she took in a deep breath of air with a loud gasp and let it out. Her tongue tingled and she could taste -no- smell? Metal in the air and a faint scent of water. Right! She was a snake now, they smelled with their tongues right? She took another deep breath, this time tasting salt.

"My, my, isn't she lovely?" The voice chuckled, making her shiver.

Lillie stood and looked around, seeing how big she had gotten. Seeing her cell from a new angle she thought she must be at least 6 feet tall? Maybe more? She didn't really know. She looked behind her at her tail, which was almost as long as she was tall, and rather thick, curling and twisting as it moved behind her. She couldn't help but smile, looking at how her body had transformed. This wasn't bad at all.

"What is your name, dear?" The voice asked.

"Lillie," she answered. "What's yours? Do you want me to call you... mistress?"

The voice laughed. "No, my dear... We're more like partners now, neither of us can survive without the other anymore. We should talk more about that later. For now, just enjoy yourself. Oh! and you can call me Vissra. I have to rest for a moment after expending all my energy to bond with you so I must say goodbye for now. I'll speak to you again soon." She said as her voice faded away inside Lillie's head.

Rest sounded good Lillie thought, and she had no sooner laid her head down than she was falling asleep, soreness gone and forgotten.

***

Lillie woke feeling surprisingly rested. Hazy memories of a dream filtered in but before she could catch them or inspect herself more the door rattled, a lock clicking and hinges groaning as the door swung outward and a guard walked in.

As she looked up from a logbook her eyes widened in surprise looking at Lillie sitting up in the bed, eyes as wide as the guard.

"Oh! You're actually awake. At this point I didn't think you'd ever wake up... good. Well you've got the record for longest recovery then. OK, well come on, follow me then I'll need to take you to see the Madame right away." With little extra ceremony she held the door open and watched Lillie expectantly.

Lillie got up carefully from the bed, feeling almost like a newborn animal, unsure of its balance as it took its first steps. As soon as she stood she almost fell back on the bed, not expecting the weight of the tail she now had. Shaking her head to dispel the fuzziness and focus on her balance she stepped to the door - and slammed her head right into the top of the frame.

She'd forgotten the changes to her height. She held her new snout, Her face flush with embarrassment as she looked at the guard.

"Don't worry, the changes are a surprise for everyone and you've had far more than most." She said with a small chuckle at her obvious discomfort. "I'm sure it will take some getting used to... but you look great! You'll be a popular one for sure." The guard said as she looked up at Lillie's new height, seeing the scale-like armor on Lillie's chest and legs.

Lillie nodded amicably, not really understanding what was meant by 'a popular one'. Popular with who? She left that question for later and asked another more important one, "how long was I asleep?"

"About six days. You were pretty lucky the Madame took a liking to you when she saw your features. She's been rather impatient in the past."

'Ominous' Lillie thought as they walked on.

As they continued through the halls, Lillie began to realize how many people were there; many men, women, and some children, moving in and out of rooms on their own or being escorted by guards or other slaves. Almost all of them had some animal feature, a tail, fur, claws, etc. A few had many, but NONE looked as completely changed as she did.

"So... what are these changes for?" Lillie asked hesitantly, not really sure what she expected an answer to be, but having no other questions at this point.

"They make you more attractive to LaVeil's clientele " She replied simply as they walked up a set of stairs towards another floor of the house.

As they reached the top of the stairs they could see two more guards waiting for them. As they approached the guards held open the door to the Madame's chambers. The guards escorted Lillie into the room, announcing her presence and closing the door behind them, leaving her alone in the room with the witch.

Lillie waited by the door quietly, taking in the beautiful chamber and the strange woman who sat before her, writing something in a rather large tome. Lillie couldn't make out what it was she was writing as it looked like it was in some foreign language, if it was a language at all. She was dressed in a simple gown made from light colored material that draped over her figure like water, though Lille seemed to be able to see through it from where she was standing, the light from the window making it transparent, giving Lillie an unexpected view. Her long raven hair flowed over her shoulders like silk, swaying slightly as she wrote. Her eyes were a dark maroon, betraying a deep wealth of intelligence and power that her otherwise youthful body tried to hide.

The combination sent shivers down Lillie's spine. It was a feeling of intense dread and fear that only grew as she studied the Madame more closely. After the ritual and her treatment on arrival those feelings didn't seem misplaced.

The woman set down her quill and stood up from where she'd been sitting on a small bench before walking over to Lillie slowly, her dress flowing with each step. Lillie could feel a chill run down her back as the woman came closer.

The Madame stopped a few feet away from Lillie and stared up at her, cocking her head and looking almost amused. "So you're awake finally." She said, eyes roaming over Lillie's new features curiously.

Lillie nodded and gave a fake smile, looking at the Madame's eyes that were staring back as if she were a puzzle that needed solving.

"Well... I'd say that you've been through quite an experience." She said softly, leaning close to inspect Lillie's scaled hands, "I must admit that I haven't seen anything like this in quite some time. What's your name?"

"Lillie." She replied quietly, eyes shifting nervously away from the Madame's gaze to look anywhere else but into those eyes.

"Well Lillie you're the first I've had to survive such a full change, and that makes you something special I think. Don't get me wrong, I have many excellent slaves here in my house, but you're quite unique." She continued her inspection, walking around behind, pinching at her scales, moving her tail with an aloof hand.

Lillie felt uncomfortable under the scrutiny she received from the Madame, it made her feel incredibly vulnerable. A feeling, she realized, that hadn't been solved by the measure of confidence gained from her new form. Instead it was the opposite; she found herself more and more uncomfortable with every passing second as the Madame walked around her inspecting her.

"I have another matter to attend to, in the meantime I'll leave you here under supervision to clean yourself up and get used to your new form. It's quite a big change, I expect you'll need some time to adjust." The Madame said, stepping off to the side and clapping twice to call one of the guards from outside. "Take care of our new girl, and get her some food if you would." She said as the guard entered.

The guard opened the door for LaVeil, closing it behind her as she left, leaving the two of them alone together in the room. "The bath is through here," the guard said as he showed her through a small doorway.

Lillie remembered to duck as she followed, entering a lavish tiled room with several pools inset into the ground for bathing in. They were already filled and smelled wonderful, the aroma from fragrant oils rising with the steam. The walls were covered in elaborate mosaics depicting scenes of nature and animals, birds and fish of all sorts. Everything looked new but the style felt very old, a testament to the Madame's wealth and skill in maintaining this place.

"Please, choose any bath you'd like and take your time. But don't leave this room until I come back with your meal." The guard said, nodding to Lillie and leaving.

Lillie turned her attention to the baths, picking one of the deep ones that looked lime she could really sink into. She hopped into it, sinking down to the bottom as she let out a sigh of relief. The hot water enveloped her entirely, the heat soothing and comforting.

She was still adjusting to having scales, noticing that they were a bit slick and slippery, likely from the oils in the water. She took some time soaking in the pool, letting the warmth relax her muscles and soothe her nerves.

After a while she decided she should start washing away the dirt and grime of travel and her captivity. She figured she might as well do it now before she was distracted by the guard returning with her meal.

Picking up some soap and a cloth she cleaned herself thoroughly, working hard to rid herself of the filth that had accumulated since she'd arrived. By the time she finished she was exhausted and ready for her meal.

With a few more strokes of the brush she washed off the last of the soap, rinsing with fresh water before drying herself with a fluffy towel. She took a robe from a pile near the door and slipped it on, tying it tight around her waist. It didn't fit her tall frame and barely covered her crotch but at least there was a slit in the back for her tail.

Feeling much better now she opened the door and found the guard waiting for her, handing her a basket with some bread, cheese, fruit, and a large mug of some sort of tea.

"Eat. And rest. The mistress should return in an hour or so. I'll be just outside. " He said as he walked out, leaving Lillie alone once again.

Lillie ate quickly, devouring the bread and cheese hungrily, then sipped at her drink. It was slightly sweet and reminded her of apple cider; a taste that brought sad memories of her childhood.

When she was done Lillie took a moment to stretch and examine the room with new eyes, looking at everything she hadn't noticed before. There was a large mirror on one wall, and she decided to take advantage of it.

Without hesitation she undid her robe and let it fall to the ground behind her, revealing her entire form to the mirror. The sight of her new body captivated Lillie. Her scales glistened in the light, shiny black and with varying sizes and shapes across her skin, each one different than the next. In the dim lighting she could see they shone with some iridescence, reflecting curves of color from their midnight surface now that they were clean. The ivory white plates on her chest and belly held some iridescence too, pastel pinks and blues glimmering gently.

Her tail swished behind her, flicking side to side as she spun slowly. Faint ridges of a hood stood out along her neck, edges reflecting blue. She was still thin and willowy, like she'd always been, but without stooping she looked to be around 7 feet tall, a foot and a half larger than when she was human. And she felt much stronger, though she didn't look it. From a lifetime of frailty to this felt like a huge improvement.

In fact, she felt better about herself in general, less awkward and more confident. Her mind felt clearer too. More alert, sharper. It was a pleasant sensation and she wondered what it would be like to live her life with such a clear sense of self.

It pained her to think she'd experience it in servitude. It hadn't bothered her much before, probably because she was only ever focused on surviving and too afraid to worry about the future. Now though, LaVeil seemed nothing like her previous master; a gentle and intelligent man who was kind enough to his few slaves, it seemed her new position would be significantly more unsavory.

It brought down her mood but she thought she'd just have to do her best to get on LaVeil's good side and maybe she'd find a way free.

With that thought in mind Lillie picked up her robe and put it back on, tying the belt tight around her waist and walking over to the window. With a little work she managed to open it, letting some fresh air in.

From here she could see over the small wood that surrounded the estate and the sprawling city beyond, the sun just setting over the horizon.

In the distance she could see a pair of airships docked at a landing pad, a rare sight for her; the country she came from had no means to support them. She watched the ships for a while, fascinated by the grace and beauty of the craft. She couldn't help but envy that freedom. She wondered if she would ever know it.

***

Sounds of a latch signaled LaVeil's return to the chamber. Lillie jumped a bit when the door opened.

LaVeil closed the door and turned to face Lillie, smiling pleasantly as she walked towards her, "Good evening Lillie." She said, holding out her hand in greeting. Lillie took it and kissed it gently, managing a weak smile for LaVeil's benefit.

The Madame kept hold of Lillie's hand and led her through the connecting door, taking her up a flight of stairs and into her bedroom. It was a spacious room with a large bed and a ornate fireplace, all looking very nice and expensive.

"Come," LaVeil said, pulling Lillie to stand beside the fire and moving to a dresser across from her.

Lillie stood silently, watching the Madame's movements. LaVeil had taken off her gloves and jewelry now that they were alone. As Lillie watched she reached up to her neck and untied the ribbon that held her top together, letting it fall to the floor around her feet. Her breasts jutted proudly from her chest, large and firm with dark areolas and nipples that were already erect.

Surprised, Lillie couldn't take her eyes off the woman's nakedness, her body was perfect, and yet there was something unsettling about her. Something sinister that was hidden beneath the pleasant exterior. Feeling very exposed and more than a little embarrassed by her own sudden arousal Lillie curled her tail around herself and crossed her arms; drawing in on herself.

"Interested are you?" LaVeil prodded knowingly.

"Yes." Lillie admitted truthfully, trying to keep her tone even despite how hot she felt.

"I'd like to inspect your new form now, so hands and tail down if you don't mind," LaVeil ordered.

Lillie hesitated for a moment before complying, lowering her hands to her sides and letting her tail expose her visibly swollen slit. She could feel her heart beating faster as she looked into the woman's eyes and wondered what was coming next.

LaVeil sashayed closer, standing inches from Lillie and reaching out to touch the tips of her nails against her cheek. "Such soft scales," she whispered, running her fingers over Lillie's jaw. LaVeil leaned forward and ran her tongue over Lillie's jaw, following the trail of her fingers.

Lillie shivered, an electric thrill passing through her body, causing everything to tingle lightly and eliciting a small moan before she could stop herself.

"So smooth," LaVeil continued, tracing Lillie's collarbone with her fingers, the gentle tickling making her heart beat faster. LaVeil smiled warmly as she slid her hands down Lillie's front, cupping her breasts lightly in her palms and squeezing. "They're lovely," LaVeil purred softly, leaning in close and kissing the girl deeply, sliding her tongue between Lillie's lips and teasing her with gentle nibbles.

"Mmhmm," Lillie moaned quietly, feeling herself getting wetter by the second.

Madame LaVeil chuckled. "You're getting very excited, aren't you? Interesting. Maybe I should take care of that for you. What do you think?"

"Yes, mistress," Lillie moaned, unsure what had come over her, giving in and reaching down to press her fingertips against her swollen slit. "Please, help me."

LaVeil laughed happily at Lillie's response. She knelt down behind Lillie and grasped her tail in her hands, then gently directed Lillie to lean over the chair until her hips were spread wide as she leaned forwards.

Lillie groaned as the witch held her in place. and quickly removed her own fingers from her pussy as the witch's tongue flicked out and lapped at her slit. "Oh gods!" Lillie cried out, as she felt the witch's tongue press against her sensitive nub and lick it slowly. She started to tremble and buck her hips, wanting desperately to feel more of the witch's hot mouth. A strange tingle started just above her clit as she felt a pressure pushing outward from her groin. She gasped, then threw her head back and screamed as an intense wave of pleasure washed over her.

Madame LaVeil kept licking her, causing Lillie to writhe in ecstasy while the pressure changed and moved inside her. "Oh my this is a first" mistress exclaimed, suddenly stopping.

Lillie's head snapped down to look beneath herself when the witch stopped, only to see something thick and wet hanging down from her own crotch. Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened as she realized that she was looking at a penis. Her penis! Since when did she have a penis!?

"My dear, I believe you're going to be a very unique interest here. How exciting!" Madame LaVeil giggled.

Lillie's head spun as she stared down at the strange appendage protruding from between her thighs. It was ridged and black, and swelled larger as it throbbed in time with her heartbeat. It was so big! It wasn't quite long enough to reach her knees but it was close. She couldn't help but stare at it, fascinated by its size and shape, wondering how she'd not noticed it during the transformation.

"My, how lovely," Madame LaVeil said. She stroked the tip of Lillie's cock between two fingers, marveling at it as Lillie twitched from the new stimulation. Then she leaned forward and pressed her lips to it, sucking the underside gently. A moan escaped Lillie's throat as she felt the suction on her shaft, followed shortly by another gasp as Madame LaVeil pulled away.

Then the witch pushed and directed her again until Lillie was sitting slouched in the chair, butt on the edge letting her new dick stand proudly from her groin.

LaVeil knelt between Lillie's spread legs. "Tell me what you want, my dear. Tell me how much you want me to suck on your cock."

Lillie whimpered and blushed at the witch's words. She didn't know what to say. But she wanted her to continue. She needed her to continue. "Please, mis-," she started to speak, but only a moan escaped her lips as she felt Madame LaVeil's warm mouth engulf the head of her cock. She shuddered again as the witch sucked on her, feeling the head of her cock push past her lips and fill her mouth. She felt the tongue swirl around it, tasting her musk as she slurped and swallowed. The witch seemed to be moving her mouth in slow, deliberate motions, sucking and licking her, her tongue dancing across the head.

Lillie closed her eyes and shuddered as the pleasure overwhelmed her. She could feel her body reacting to the sensations. Her pussy spasmed and pulsed too, sending a wave of pleasure through her body. She focused on the feelings, the witch's tongue swirling around her cock, the hands massaging it's base and stimulating her clit just beneath. She could feel her orgasm building inside her.

Her entire body trembled as she felt her climax approaching. A moan escaped her lips and she arched her back, pushing her hips up into the witch's face. Her hips bucked wildly, thrusting her cock into the witch's mouth.

Suddenly, just as she felt the sensations take her right to the edge, the witch stopped and stood, stepping away.

"Don't move," LaVeil commanded before disappearing behind Lillie.

She heard some rustling behind her before the mistress was back, standing beside her. Slouched down Lillie's head was level with her crotch and the new object protruding from it.

LaVeil smiled down at her and adjusted the dildo jutting from her pelvis, seemingly held in place only by the strong muscles in her own pussy, "Why don't you lube it up dear," LaVeil suggested.

Lillie blushed but nodded. "Yes, mistress."

As soon as the words left her lips, Madame LaVeil bent over and grabbed Lillie's face and pulled her mouth onto the toy. The sudden contact made Lillie cry out as the intruder filled her mouth. She gagged slightly but managed to swallow most of it before pulling back.

LaVeil chuckled. "That's a start. You'll need to practice to get used to it." As she moved around in front of the chair she continued, " I thought I'd give you a little experience in everything tonight." She stepped closer and ran a finger along Lillie's slit, then inserted a finger deep inside her. Lillie whimpered as she felt the other woman's digit slide in and out of her slick cunt.

"Now we can begin your training." Madame LaVeil announced. She reached down and lifted both Lillie's legs straight up in the air, exposing her dripping hole to the cool air. Then she gripped her thighs and spread them wide, leaving her feeling open and vulnerable as she watched Madame LaVeil approach. LaVeil grabbed one of Lillie's ankles and positioned the tip of her cock against Lillie's dripping cunt.

A loud cry escaped Lillie when Madame LaVeil thrust forward, feeling a sharp sting as the witch buried her entire length inside the slave in a single swift movement.

Lillie gasped loudly, staring up at the ceiling and biting her lip.

"Doesn't hurt anymore does it?" LaVeil teased.

"No, mistress," Lillie replied. She tried to relax her body and let the sensation wash over her, quickly enjoying it.

LaVeil began to pump slowly, letting Lillie adjust to her size. She took one hand off her leg and brought it to Lillie's twitching cock. Briefly forgotten and already leaking pre-cum she rubbed it roughly over the slave's shaft, smearing the slick fluid over it. "Your ridges feel wonderful, such a beast," LaVeil commented as she worked her way down to the base of Lillie's cock, where it protruded from her genital slit. She traced her fingers back up along the veins, then circled around the top, rubbing the tips of her fingers in circles. She repeated this several times, gripping Lillie's shaft tighter, speeding up as she went. Soon she was stroking Lillie's cock rapidly, her strokes becoming shorter and quicker, causing the slave to squirm in anticipation. LaVeil's hips kept pace with her hand, driving the toy harder with each stroke, pressing the slave's legs into the armrests. Each time she bottomed out inside her Lillie would cry out in surprise or pleasure, gasping for breath as the Mistress pounded her relentlessly.

Within moments she came hard, crying out and thrashing her head from side to side. Cum rocketed out of her cock, splattering across her belly and chest. It coated her stomach in sticky globs before oozing out and running down her sides. LaVeil slowed her pumping to a stop once Lillie finished cumming, allowing the slave some relief after her first ever orgasm. And what an orgasm it was! She struggled to focus on the mistress, her cock still pulsing small spurts of cum and her pussy clenching around the space LaVeil's toy had just left. She was exhausted and breathing heavily. She wanted nothing more than to lie down and sleep. But no sooner did she think those thoughts when Madame LaVeil spoke.

"Not bad for your first go," the witch complimented. "But you're not done yet."

With that she surprised the girl as she picked Lillie up effortlessly and tossed her over her shoulder, carrying her back to the bed. Lillie squeaked in alarm as she bounced off the mattress, then lay there stunned as Madame LaVeil crawled up and straddled her waist. She sat atop the girl and lowered her pussy down to meet Lillie's -amazingly- still hard cock. With a few quick movements, the mistress was fully impaled on her slave's cock, taking every inch of it into her tight snatch.

Lillie gasped and bit her lower lip, the pleasure overwhelming her still-sensitive dick as the witch began bouncing on her cock. Her master's hips rose high then plunged downwards repeatedly, forcing her cock deeper and deeper into the hungry hole.

It didn't take long for Lillie to realize that Madame LaVeil clearly enjoyed control in the bedroom just like in life, and being able to use her slaves however she pleased was something she reveled in.

Within minutes Lillie found herself moaning loudly as she lost all sense of reason. Madame LaVeil seemed to love this, smirking wickedly as she fucked Lillie harder, her ass slapping against Lillie's hips as she leaned back, riding her cock with abandon. In fact it became almost painful as LaVeil rode her mercilessly, slamming into her forcefully. Her cock bent downward from the angle of LaVeil's body. The pain was combined with pleasure as her pussy was incredibly tight in this position, squeezing Lillie's member.

Lillie could see her mistress's eyes loose focus as, finally, LaVeil came. A scream erupted from her throat as she climaxed. She shuddered violently, grinding her hips into Lillie's cock, trying to milk it dry. Lillie was too close to her last orgasm to cum again, but still the sensation of the tight cunt squeezing her cock was incredible.

When LaVeil eventually came down from her high, she slumped forward, panting. Lillie's cock slid free of her pussy, which now leaked a steady stream of feminine juices all over the girls groin. The sight caused Madame LaVeil to laugh, leaning down and kissing Lillie softly on the cheek before speaking.

"You are truly magnificent, my pet," the witch whispered. "I'm impressed you were able to keep going, I usually use a spell to get my play things hard again."

The comment caught Lillie off guard. She never really considered someone using magic in the bedroom. It made her wonder what the purpose of tonight was though. "Can I ask mistress... what I'm meant to be... to you- that is to say- it's just my last master," she stuttered, trying to find the words, "I was only ever doing housework for him? Wh-what is my role to be here?"

Madame LaVeil looked down at Lillie, still pinned beneath her. "That's a fair question, and one I'm usually asked *before* the intimate... training starts," LaVeil replied. She sat up, her body language and tone shifting back to the indifference Lillie had expected. "You'll likely be an escort at my brothel here. My experience with you tonight has shown me you'll be... incredibly popular."

After a thoughtful pause she continued, "Some who show magical inclination or physical prowess I train to become bodyguards or staff for other households in the kingdom. You've got no magic, but, with your unique transformation and *equipment*"- As she said this she patted Lillie's still erect cock, making her jump in surprise -"I think you'll do very well here with my brothel's clientele."

She stood and motioned Lillie up as well. "Your future lessons will be much less free-form but I like to get a *feel* for my new property beforehand." With that she walked over to put her robe back on, gathering it up from the floor and swirling it around her shoulders. "Your training will start tomorrow morning. I'll have a guard take you back to your room. Do try to rest up, you won't be training for martial defense but I still like to keep my pets in shape so I expect you to be ready."

Lillie had been nodding along, nervous and not looking forward to her new role but trying not to let it show. She followed behind LaVeil and threw her own robe back on when they passed it headed for the door.

Outside, the guards saluted their mistress as she let Lillie out. One escorted Lillie back through the corridors, heading towards her room.

As she walked down the hall she spied a large bronze dragon statue sitting in an alcove. She stopped and stared at the figure for a moment. It was as if she knew the creature. Her skin prickled as she stared at it.

Its scales gleamed in the candlelight, the muscles of the beast's neck and torso were flexed as it stared unblinkingly at some far off horizon, sharp teeth were visible in its jaw, gritted in anger. Wings shrouded its back, held slightly open as if waiting to catch the breeze. Its chiseled abs and thighs suggested incredible strength, a loin cloth was the only clothing it had been given, leaving it's breasts exposed. The eyes were deep golden pools set within a face both regal and powerful. The sculpture was lifelike in every detail. If not for the fact that it was at least twice as large any normal person she might have assumed it was real.

"Keep up," The guard ordered gruffly, pulling her away from the statue.

With little else to talk about she thought to ask about the other teen, Tom, who had been in the cell with her. "There was a boy I was brought here with, Tom was his name, did he... survive the transformation?"

Her guard gave her a sideways glance as they entered her quarters. "Tom survived, yes. Woke up a few days before you. He's been assigned special training so it's unlikely you'll see him during yours."

"Thank god, I mean-"

He nodded curtly, cutting her short as they reached her room.

Once inside the guard turned to leave. "I'm locking you in. One of us will be back in the morning to collect you and the rest for training."

Lillie watched him close the door behind himself, a loud clanking of the lock sounding as the door clicked shut. She sighed, flopping down onto the bed. For a moment she contemplated getting under the covers, but decided against it, sitting on the edge instead.

Lillie exhaled. Now that she had a moment alone in silence the events since her arrival at the castle only a few days ago came crashing back to her. She was a slave. Well, she had been before but that was as a servant, not too different from how she had lived her life with her family really, but now she was to be an escort, a sex slave, not something she had much experience with. And although her first with the Madame had been very pleasurable she didn't believe for one second it would be like that in the future.

That was maybe the smallest change she had experienced. She could hardly even call herself human at this point. Although she found herself beautiful and felt healthier than she ever had, she wasn't so sure being a tall hermaphroditic snake woman was going to be all upsides. She had seen very few hybrids before coming here so she had no idea how she would be treated if she were ever to go out in public. "Probably like a monster from a children's story" she thought, "chased out of town with pitchforks and torches."

She sighed and sat down on the bed. She hadn't really had time to think about this whole situation since arriving, but now that it was quiet she couldn't help but wonder what this meant for her. All she wanted was to be a normal person again and that was getting increasingly difficult. Maybe she should just accept her fate and get used to her new life.

Shaking her head she had to remind herself of the things she had seen in the dungeons. She knew she'd never be able to just settle down and live her life as a slave anymore especially not under someone who would treat others that way. It would be better if she escaped, it was probably the best option she had.

But if she didn't escape she wouldn't have to worry about feeling like a freak among other people. Being a sex slave still seemed like the greater of two evils but she wasn't so sure how she'd live as an outcast.

Deciding to try and get some sleep she laid down on the bed, rolling onto her side. After a moment she realized her hand was resting on top of the bulge in her robe where her cock lay hidden. It hadn't gone down fully during her walk back, choosing instead to flop between her legs. Thinking of the way Madame LaVeil had taken her earlier made her muscles twitch, causing her cock to rise higher until it tented her robe, sneaking out between the hem as the cloth fell open.

Suddenly she found herself wishing she had someone else here to stimulate her. Maybe if she had invited that guard in...

She found herself imagining what it would be like to make love with him. She pictured herself lying on her back beneath him, her legs spread wide open, his mouth sliding up and down her swollen pussy lips, bringing her to one shattering climax after another. The image filled her mind and she felt her body arching up toward him, wanting him, needing him.

As the visions consumed her she felt her pussy begin to wet itself. She began to moan softly and she could feel her hips moving in rhythm with her hips as she imagined fucking him. Her hands caressed her thighs and belly, running up and down her sides, kneading her breasts as she moaned and writhed in bed.

She felt her pussy flooding with her own nectar as she decided she really wanted to cum. She reached down between her legs and began rubbing her clit. She rubbed harder and faster as she thrust her hips up against the sheets, moaning loudly. A lewd idea entered her mind and she pushed the blanket off of her lower half and turned on her side. Curling almost into a ball she kept her legs open and brought her head down to her lower belly, smelling her own sweet nectar as her tongue flicked over her slit. She lapped up the juices and began rubbing her fingers into her pussy, pushing deeper and deeper as her hips undulated back and forth, meeting her own motions.

Her mind drifted back to the vision of fucking the young man and she imagined it was him eating her out. She imagined she was in his arms and he was kissing her neck, sucking on her nipples, and eating her out. She could feel her body quivering as she imagined him licking her cunt, savoring the taste of her sweet juices, trying to drive her to an explosive orgasm.

Her cock throbbed and pulsated against the scales of her stomach, not wanting to be forgotten. She glanced down and saw a drop of clear liquid dripping from the tip. She licked her lips and tasted her own nectar. She slid her hand down to grasp it firmly in her palm and felt the throbbing veins as it pulsed and throbbed. She grabbed her shaft with both hands and squeezed it tightly.

She marveled at how large it had become and marveled that it had grown so quickly. She wondered if she was going to be able to fit it in her mouth. She thought it would be a tight fit but wanted to try. She started stroking her cock and spitting on the head.

She pictured herself kneeling between the guards legs and lowering her head between them. She imagined herself looking up at him with her big eyes as she lowered her head to take his massive member into her mouth. She imagined him gripping her neck with his hands and pulling her head downward, forcing her to take it all the way down her throat. She opened her mouth and let the head of her own huge shaft slide between her lips, tasting her own pre-cum as she sucked on the sensitive flesh.

She moaned as she sucked on it, running her tongue along the underside. She bobbed her head up and down, imagining taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth. She pictured herself sucking him off, giving him pleasure as he released his seed into her mouth. She imagined the hot sticky substance filling her mouth as she swallowed it, draining his balls completely. Swallowing his seed and gagging on it. Spunk pouring from her throat as he came into her mouth, spurting and gushing down her gullet.

She came as she imagined choking on his cum. She felt her cock twitch as her body spasmed. Her hips thrust up to meet her face as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. She convulsed and spouted cum down her own throat. She could feel it gushing into her mouth and running down her throat. She kept thrusting up to meet her face as her hips gyrated wildly. She came for almost a full minute, swallowing every drop of her own seed. She came in such huge amounts that it overflowed her mouth and dripped onto the sheets.

She fell back against the bed, panting heavily, her body covered in sweat. She could barely move as she lay there exhausted. She felt weak and drained. Her mind was foggy and her body felt numb. She lay there, still recovering, her eyes unfocused and distant.

Her mind drifted as she tried to regain her senses but her body wouldn't cooperate. She felt heavy and sluggish as she lay there, her cock *still* somehow rock hard between her breasts. She couldn't bring herself to touch it. She wasn't sure she wanted to anymore.

Her heart skipped a beat when she heard a voice calling to her. She bolted upright, frightened at first before she realized it was the voice from earlier.

'Lillie!' Vissra said happily. 'Are you awake?'

'Yes!' Lillie replied, her excitement for someone to talk with openly making her forget that Vissra was still a stranger, and a strange voice in her head at that. 'Where have you been!?'

'I've been here all along.' Vissra chuckled. 'Like I said though I had to sleep and regain my energy. Did I interrupt anything?'

'No, no, not at all,' Lillie replied bashfully, blushing as she realized she was still coated in her own cum. 'How long ago did you wake up?'

'About twenty minutes ago. I thought you looked a little busy. Especially since you seemed so enthralled with the idea of eating your own cock.'

'Oh shit!' Lillie gasped. 'You saw me!'

'Well I mean I live inside you' she laughed 'as soon as I woke up it's all I could see!'

'That's...uh...' Lillie stammered 'well yeah, I guess that makes sense.'

'Anyway, where were we? Oh right, your cock was still looking pretty big and I didn't want to interrupt. So, after you finished with yourself I wanted to make sure you were alright.'

'I'm fine now. Thank you!' Lillie smiled broadly. Trying not to let her internal screaming reach Vissra.

'So uh...how do you feel now?' Vissra asked curiously.

'Good actually,' she admitted honestly. 'I've been surprised by how much I feel like this form just fits me. Like it feels natural and comfortable.'

Vissra nodded in agreement. 'You might find it still takes more time to adjust, but I listened to your body's preferences while I changed you so I'm glad it's worked out.'

'Why *did* you change me by the way? You said something about a ruse?'

'Right well, now that I'm back in my right mind -sorry about that- I can elaborate. The ritual you went through is something I'm vaguely familiar with. I'll get to its purpose in a moment but the transformation is something I noticed she did to others while I was being pulled in by it. I'm not sure why, though judging by the results I witnessed before bonding with you she likes to oversexualize her slaves. I had to transform you to some extent so we'd be compatible *and* because if I didn't she would know something had gone wrong. The extent of your changes, well that was because you seemed to be enjoying them so much I thought I'd share a little bit of me.'

She paused and Lillie thought she could feel a little bit of pride from Vissra.

'As for the greater purpose of the ritual and the room, it's a powerful form of domination magic. It's how she controls so many without incident and I'm sure how she has such wealth to keep this castle.'

'I think she sells us to powerful figures when we've finished our training.' Lillie offered

'Mmm that would make sense. I'm sure she hands off the reigns, so to speak, to the new owner. Making her slaves highly valuable.'

'Does that.. am I,' she was afraid to ask.

'Under her control? Do you feel you are?' Vissra questioned.

'I don't think so. I guess I don't know what to expect.'

'Hmhm,' Vissra's humming chuckle echoed in Lillie's mind and she could feel that same swell of pride from before. 'Your not under her control don't worry. I blocked the magic before we merged. That and the transformation was all the magic I had at the time. It's why I sounded a bit mixed up when we first spoke.'

'So... does that mean I can do whatever I want? Could I run away? Assuming I could escape the guards.'

'No I don't think it will be that simple. As you well know escaping slavery isn't a simple thing. On top of that LaVeil is an incredible magical power if she's able to to pull off that ritual. And to maintain it on so many is even more worrisome. Getting you free will be a long and arduous task. One we can talk more about in the morning though. For now you should get some rest. Your body is no doubt still finishing your transformation.'

'I have so many questions though,' she whined. 'What's in it for you? And why me?'

'The first is simple, I expect you to help me get my body back!' Vissra responded, like it would be a simple task. 'As for why, that's a very complicated answer but to put it as simply: I may have had to wait thousands of years for another opportunity like this. Our match was one in a million, you needed my help, our minds and your body are compatible, that ritual helped our bonding immensely, and I think you have a strong will, which is certainly a requirement for the tasks ahead. There are other reasons too but those are the main ones.'

'Alright then,' she sighed 'so you'll tell me everything tomorrow? When I'm rested?'

'We'll get to it. I'll also be starting your training tomorrow,' she added.

'What training? What kind of training?' she asked, excited despite herself.

But VIssra's voice was silent, leaving Lillie alone with her thoughts and still full of questions.

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