Cassandra

Story by SnowDrag0n on SoFurry

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Sitting in the cold entrance hall, Cassandra's hands shook nervously

as she gripped the crisp sheaf of papers tightly. The contract she had always dreamed

and fantasized about having, one that would see her desires lived out at last. Her new owner walked in, slacks and white cotton shirt

hiding a powerful, large frame. Wispy curls of black hair showing underneath

the open collar, piercing blue eyes staring at her small shaking form crowded

onto the corner of the small red leather ottoman. "Have you signed the contract

yet? We need to get on with your introduction, and I would rather have you

marked sooner than later. It's easier to cut the ties to your old life, that

way." he said quietly, voice carrying through the mostly empty room.Eyes lowered, she held forth the contract for him to inspect,

talking in a quiet, throaty tone. "Signed on all three pages, Sir. As

requested, I have already donated all of my belongings to The Estate. All I

have, now, are the clothes on my back...""Good!" He drawled. "Timely obedience is something expected

of all servants on the Estate grounds. You are also expected to obey without

question when commanded by anyone of a higher rank than yourself, unless the

command contradicts a previous command from myself or my mate. You will spend

your first week getting acquainted with life here, and within the first month

start receiving your modification therapy. Wait here, your guide will be along

presently."Pacing the rosewood-inlay parquet

floor, her thoughts raced ahead as she waited. What would her modification involve? She had

caught glimpses upon arriving at the gates of red-tailed post human hybrids,

and something darkly scaled moving through the undergrowth, crowding thickly on

the sides of the long cobbled drive. The Estate, known to the outside

world as the Chateaux of Dreams, was almost impossible to join as anything more

than a servant. Having come into existence at the end of the 23rd

century during the beginning of human awakening, it was one of the first and

most extreme post-human modification houses. One could, of course, if money was

no issue, simply pay for modification and leave, re-enter society as an idol, a

model of perfection to those without the means to fulfill their desires. Positions

were much in demand and fierce competition existed between the masses of

aspiring humans. Females were more often than not selected over males for the symmetry

of their bodies, the gentle curves and soft skin favored over the coarser male

figure.The soft slap of bare feet against

the wooden floors brought her out of her reverie with a start. Her guide, Shorn,

had arrived to lead her into the bowels of the large building. The time had

come for her to leave her memories of the outside world behind and start again,

begin a new existence. There were no obvious differences

between Shorn and those outside the estate, if one looked past the slight grey

fur covering his exposed skin, the strange liquid look of his figure and the

depth and clarity of his violet eyes.His voice was as a stream in high

summer, flowing and melodic. Hinting at hidden eddies and rapids. He stood

behind her, talking with a slight amused lilt. "Cassandra? Follow me, please.

And... Congratulations on your successful application. At this late stage, many aspirants

for the position turn back."Whirling around, Shorn quietly made

his way towards the teak doors at the end of the hall. Cassandra followed,

stumbling in his wake as the spicy scent of cinnamon roiled subtly off his

skin. Neglecting to ask the obvious question, she thought quietly to herself,

"The position serves me... As I serve it. Pleasure isn't my hobby, it's my

talent".Led down a red brick staircase hidden

behind the doors at the back of the entrance hall, the slightly muggy air

cooling as the distinct smell of clinical grade cleaning chemicals wafted up

from below, she watched with fascination as the lower halls slowly gave way

from crumbling brick and old mortar to clean steel walkways and opaque glass

doors, lit with recessed lighting in the high ceiling. Shorn stopped suddenly, facing an

unmarked door. Taking hold of Cassandra's arm, he pulled her gently into the crowded

room, the door swinging shut with finality behind them. Cassandra stood in

Shorn's shadow, staring meekly at the tall man sitting on a tall stool in the

far corner of the room. Glittering, blue scales covered the

heavily muscled, waspishly shaped form. Slight but lithe, seemingly capable of

moving with an electric grace. Fine, chiseled face surrounding eyes hiding a

hooded strength. He uncoiled slowly, standing before

them as a dervish smile formed on his fluid features. "Shorn... A new one? She has the look of a frightened deer"

He said, leering at the girl hiding in the shadows. Finding her eyes with his, following every

nervous twitch, he scratched absently at the dark outline of a sinuous snake

showing through the scales on his upper arm.

"Step forward, lass. Strip for us, you won't be needing those clothes

anymore".Cassandra edged forward into the

room, standing between the two tall men. Suddenly in her element, she began gyrating to

an unheard beat, spinning in place as she pulled her worn, pale green tight

fitting tank top off over her head. Her long auburn hair whipped between the

men crowding her as a strong hand settled around her hip and pulled her roughly

towards the scent of cinnamon, soft lips

nuzzling against her nipples as she struggled out of tattered blue jeans,

fingers brushing against a growing bulge in Shorn's cotton trousers.Clad only in her thin panties, she

leaned into him, hand rubbing Shorn's growing erection as he pushed her down

onto a cold steel tattooist's chair. Wreath, the azure scaled tattooist, pinned

her arms at her sides, securing her hands in vice-like manacles as Shorn shrugged

out of his trousers, sitting squarely between her spread legs, fingers circling

against the wetness of her loins, soaking through the thin undergarment. The shocking drone of an electric

tattoo gun broke the lust-like scene unfolding in the room before her as Wreath

crouched over her prone form. "Pain and pleasure mixed is the ultimate

achievement of post-human ascendency... And for myself, work before play."The gun bit into Cassandra's neck,

carving the outline of a lifelike human-fox

hybrid dancing under misty moonlight as Shorn ripped away her underwear,

forcing two long fingers into her wet sex, grinning as his large member dripped

precum along the inside of her thighs.

Lining the massive head up with her tight tunnel, he reached forward,

digging nails into the tight flesh of her perky tits, pulling her forward to

impale herself as the tattoo gun left ink-filled furrows in the skin of her

neck. Groaning in pain and gasping in

pleasure, Cassandra wrapped her legs tightly around Shorn's waist, pulling him

into her. He began thrusting, her hips creaking as he penetrated her, juice

dripping from her tight pussy, making the steel chair slip under her as Shorn

struck out with his left hand, fingers wrapping into her hair with an animal

lust, holding her still whilst Wreath concentrated on her neck, purposefully

oblivious to her precarious situation. Cassandra writhed with the swollen

member filling her as Shorn beat out a fast tempo with his cock, sliding almost

all the way out of her before driving back in with fierce joy. His face

contorted as his thrusts became shorter and stronger, pumping her full of his

seed.Cassandra blinked owlishly at

Shorn, eyes full of needful lust as he began wiping his dripping member off

against her legs, pussy stretched as cum slid down her legs in large gobbets. "P...Please

Shorn... Sir... Finish me off... I need to cumm... Please? I was so close..." She

gasped out between deep breaths. Shorn laughed scornfully as Wreath

finished the tattoo, the fox dripping crimson from the depth the gun was forced

into her skin. "You are nothing, to us. Satisfy our pleasure and we will make

sure you are well cared for. Make us angry, and we will leave you with the

horses come breeding season..." Shorn stood, cock already shrinking

as he pushed it gently back into his pants. He walked towards the door, ready

to leave the forlorn girl with Wreath. "I have other duties to manage, this

afternoon. Wreath, when he is finished with you, will show you where to go." He

said softly, as he left the room. Unclipping the flesh-warm manacles,

Wreath helped Cassandra up as she stared into the mirror on the opposite wall.

The fox seemed almost alive, moving with teasing allure as she shifted her head

from side to side. Wreath caught her gaze with greedy eyes. "On your knees,

girl. You know what I want from you..." He whispered, stepping back and sliding

down his black leather shorts. Cassandra looked up at the man

towering over her, confusion etched onto her face. He looked androgynous. Where

she expected to see cock, eager for her warm mouth, there was a simple slit.

Carefully, she ran her tongue along the slit, leaning backwards in disgust as a

pale, fleshy and vaguely penile shape shot forward, slapping against her lips. Grunting, Wreath took hold of her

head, forcing the cold, slimy thing between her teeth. As it touched the back

of her throat, she struggled to control the urge to vomit. Wreath spoke softly,

menace clear in his voice. "So that's how it's going to be, is it? Fine." Clapping both scaled hands to the

sides of her head, he began to skull-fuck her.

Cock moving like a piston down her throat, he giggled softly as she

struggled for air. In desperation, Cassandra started stroking the underside of

the reptilian member with her tongue, urging him to finish with her, urging him

to let her go.Pulling out of her mouth, Wreath

shoved her face down onto the cold floor. Moving behind Cassandra, he lifted

her hips effortlessly, spreading her taut cheeks without mercy as he drove deep

into her rear, dry. Screaming, Cassandra tried to pull away as the cock reamed

her insides, forcing her sphincter muscles apart with uncaring force. Wriggling and unable to get away, Cassandra

sobbed as Wreath used her. He came deep inside her, gushing warm torrents of

cum into her shaking body. Groaning with pleasure, he spoke to her loudly,

booming voice echoing off the walls of the room. "You are a servant! Your place

is below me. You will satisfy me, whether you like it or not. You are marked,

now. You belong to the Estate!"Cassandra stood on shaky legs, the

reek of cum rolling off her in waves. "Where must I go now?" she asked

fearfully, determined to make it through what remained of the afternoon. Wreath answered her softly, "Upstairs. Out of

the clinic areas. Take the third door off the main hall, to the servant's

quarters. No doubt someone there will find you and put you to work, slut."Cassandra wandered towards the

servant quarters in a daze. Cum still slipping down her naked thighs, she

walked with her eyes downturned, ignoring the interested stares following her

softly swaying body. Moving between

neatly made beds and piles of soft furs strewn around the floor in the servant's

area, she slipped unnoticed into the communal showers. Sobbing quietly as the steam laden

water struck the tattoo on her neck, smarting from the pain and humiliation of

her earlier fucking, she began to wash herself halfheartedly. Scrubbing the

flaky, dried cum from her body, she gasped at the tender, feminine hands

suddenly kneading the tension out of her shoulders. Lips pressed playfully against her

ear whispering softly to her, "The first day is always rough. Looks like Wreath

got his rotten claws into you, too. My shift is over; I am off to sleep after

this. Join me, and the others won't notice you until morning. You can face the

world again, then. "Cassandra turned slowly, careful not

to slip on the wet tiles. Wrapping her arms gratefully around the unknown

stranger she asked, "What... who... are you? You look human... Unchanged. I don't

even see a mark!"The stranger leaned forwards, wet

breasts pushing firmly into Cassandra's small, perky tits. Running fingers

through Cassandra's hair, the stranger began to talk slowly. "I am human, and

marked, as are you. Your mark is fresh, and done with bright colour, whilst

mine is older and done with ink the same tone as my skin... You will have to

work to find it, to see what I will become."Wordlessly, she began to wash

Cassandra's hair. Working the knots out, wincing as her fingers ran over the

marks left in her scalp by Wreath. Leaning forward, she kissed Cassandra

softly, tongue tasting the wetness on the new girl's lips. "My name, is Lace..."