{"sf1_id":606542,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Cassandra","author":"SnowDrag0n","words":2150,"posted_at":"2013-10-25T14:36:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Forced","M/F","Series","Yiff","maid","modified","servant"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/606542-cassandra","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/606542","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=606542\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Sitting in the cold entrance hall, Cassandra's hands shook nervously\nas she gripped the crisp sheaf of papers tightly. The contract she had always dreamed\nand fantasized about having, one that would see her desires lived out at last. Her new owner walked in, slacks and white cotton shirt\nhiding a powerful, large frame. Wispy curls of black hair showing underneath\nthe open collar, piercing blue eyes staring at her small shaking form crowded\nonto the corner of the small red leather ottoman. \"Have you signed the contract\nyet? We need to get on with your introduction, and I would rather have you\nmarked sooner than later. It's easier to cut the ties to your old life, that\nway.\" he said quietly, voice carrying through the mostly empty room.Eyes lowered, she held forth the contract for him to inspect,\ntalking in a quiet, throaty tone. \"Signed on all three pages, Sir. As\nrequested, I have already donated all of my belongings to The Estate. All I\nhave, now, are the clothes on my back...\"\"Good!\" He drawled. \"Timely obedience is something expected\nof all servants on the Estate grounds. You are also expected to obey without\nquestion when commanded by anyone of a higher rank than yourself, unless the\ncommand contradicts a previous command from myself or my mate. You will spend\nyour first week getting acquainted with life here, and within the first month\nstart receiving your modification therapy. Wait here, your guide will be along\npresently.\"Pacing the rosewood-inlay parquet\nfloor, her thoughts raced ahead as she waited. What would her modification involve? She had\ncaught glimpses upon arriving at the gates of red-tailed post human hybrids,\nand something darkly scaled moving through the undergrowth, crowding thickly on\nthe sides of the long cobbled drive. The Estate, known to the outside\nworld as the Chateaux of Dreams, was almost impossible to join as anything more\nthan a servant. Having come into existence at the end of the 23rd\ncentury during the beginning of human awakening, it was one of the first and\nmost extreme post-human modification houses. One could, of course, if money was\nno issue, simply pay for modification and leave, re-enter society as an idol, a\nmodel of perfection to those without the means to fulfill their desires. Positions\nwere much in demand and fierce competition existed between the masses of\naspiring humans. Females were more often than not selected over males for the symmetry\nof their bodies, the gentle curves and soft skin favored over the coarser male\nfigure.The soft slap of bare feet against\nthe wooden floors brought her out of her reverie with a start. Her guide, Shorn,\nhad arrived to lead her into the bowels of the large building. The time had\ncome for her to leave her memories of the outside world behind and start again,\nbegin a new existence. There were no obvious differences\nbetween Shorn and those outside the estate, if one looked past the slight grey\nfur covering his exposed skin, the strange liquid look of his figure and the\ndepth and clarity of his violet eyes.His voice was as a stream in high\nsummer, flowing and melodic. Hinting at hidden eddies and rapids. He stood\nbehind her, talking with a slight amused lilt. \"Cassandra? Follow me, please.\nAnd... Congratulations on your successful application. At this late stage, many aspirants\nfor the position turn back.\"Whirling around, Shorn quietly made\nhis way towards the teak doors at the end of the hall. Cassandra followed,\nstumbling in his wake as the spicy scent of cinnamon roiled subtly off his\nskin. Neglecting to ask the obvious question, she thought quietly to herself,\n\"The position serves me... As I serve it. Pleasure isn't my hobby, it's my\ntalent\".Led down a red brick staircase hidden\nbehind the doors at the back of the entrance hall, the slightly muggy air\ncooling as the distinct smell of clinical grade cleaning chemicals wafted up\nfrom below, she watched with fascination as the lower halls slowly gave way\nfrom crumbling brick and old mortar to clean steel walkways and opaque glass\ndoors, lit with recessed lighting in the high ceiling. Shorn stopped suddenly, facing an\nunmarked door. Taking hold of Cassandra's arm, he pulled her gently into the crowded\nroom, the door swinging shut with finality behind them. Cassandra stood in\nShorn's shadow, staring meekly at the tall man sitting on a tall stool in the\nfar corner of the room. Glittering, blue scales covered the\nheavily muscled, waspishly shaped form. Slight but lithe, seemingly capable of\nmoving with an electric grace. Fine, chiseled face surrounding eyes hiding a\nhooded strength. He uncoiled slowly, standing before\nthem as a dervish smile formed on his fluid features. \"Shorn... A new one? She has the look of a frightened deer\"\nHe said, leering at the girl hiding in the shadows. Finding her eyes with his, following every\nnervous twitch, he scratched absently at the dark outline of a sinuous snake\nshowing through the scales on his upper arm.\n\"Step forward, lass. Strip for us, you won't be needing those clothes\nanymore\".Cassandra edged forward into the\nroom, standing between the two tall men. Suddenly in her element, she began gyrating to\nan unheard beat, spinning in place as she pulled her worn, pale green tight\nfitting tank top off over her head. Her long auburn hair whipped between the\nmen crowding her as a strong hand settled around her hip and pulled her roughly\ntowards the scent of cinnamon, soft lips\nnuzzling against her nipples as she struggled out of tattered blue jeans,\nfingers brushing against a growing bulge in Shorn's cotton trousers.Clad only in her thin panties, she\nleaned into him, hand rubbing Shorn's growing erection as he pushed her down\nonto a cold steel tattooist's chair. Wreath, the azure scaled tattooist, pinned\nher arms at her sides, securing her hands in vice-like manacles as Shorn shrugged\nout of his trousers, sitting squarely between her spread legs, fingers circling\nagainst the wetness of her loins, soaking through the thin undergarment. The shocking drone of an electric\ntattoo gun broke the lust-like scene unfolding in the room before her as Wreath\ncrouched over her prone form. \"Pain and pleasure mixed is the ultimate\nachievement of post-human ascendency... And for myself, work before play.\"The gun bit into Cassandra's neck,\ncarving the outline of a lifelike human-fox\nhybrid dancing under misty moonlight as Shorn ripped away her underwear,\nforcing two long fingers into her wet sex, grinning as his large member dripped\nprecum along the inside of her thighs.\nLining the massive head up with her tight tunnel, he reached forward,\ndigging nails into the tight flesh of her perky tits, pulling her forward to\nimpale herself as the tattoo gun left ink-filled furrows in the skin of her\nneck. Groaning in pain and gasping in\npleasure, Cassandra wrapped her legs tightly around Shorn's waist, pulling him\ninto her. He began thrusting, her hips creaking as he penetrated her, juice\ndripping from her tight pussy, making the steel chair slip under her as Shorn\nstruck out with his left hand, fingers wrapping into her hair with an animal\nlust, holding her still whilst Wreath concentrated on her neck, purposefully\noblivious to her precarious situation. Cassandra writhed with the swollen\nmember filling her as Shorn beat out a fast tempo with his cock, sliding almost\nall the way out of her before driving back in with fierce joy. His face\ncontorted as his thrusts became shorter and stronger, pumping her full of his\nseed.Cassandra blinked owlishly at\nShorn, eyes full of needful lust as he began wiping his dripping member off\nagainst her legs, pussy stretched as cum slid down her legs in large gobbets. \"P...Please\nShorn... Sir... Finish me off... I need to cumm... Please? I was so close...\" She\ngasped out between deep breaths. Shorn laughed scornfully as Wreath\nfinished the tattoo, the fox dripping crimson from the depth the gun was forced\ninto her skin. \"You are nothing, to us. Satisfy our pleasure and we will make\nsure you are well cared for. Make us angry, and we will leave you with the\nhorses come breeding season...\" Shorn stood, cock already shrinking\nas he pushed it gently back into his pants. He walked towards the door, ready\nto leave the forlorn girl with Wreath. \"I have other duties to manage, this\nafternoon. Wreath, when he is finished with you, will show you where to go.\" He\nsaid softly, as he left the room. Unclipping the flesh-warm manacles,\nWreath helped Cassandra up as she stared into the mirror on the opposite wall.\nThe fox seemed almost alive, moving with teasing allure as she shifted her head\nfrom side to side. Wreath caught her gaze with greedy eyes. \"On your knees,\ngirl. You know what I want from you...\" He whispered, stepping back and sliding\ndown his black leather shorts. Cassandra looked up at the man\ntowering over her, confusion etched onto her face. He looked androgynous. Where\nshe expected to see cock, eager for her warm mouth, there was a simple slit.\nCarefully, she ran her tongue along the slit, leaning backwards in disgust as a\npale, fleshy and vaguely penile shape shot forward, slapping against her lips. Grunting, Wreath took hold of her\nhead, forcing the cold, slimy thing between her teeth. As it touched the back\nof her throat, she struggled to control the urge to vomit. Wreath spoke softly,\nmenace clear in his voice. \"So that's how it's going to be, is it? Fine.\"  Clapping both scaled hands to the\nsides of her head, he began to skull-fuck her.\nCock moving like a piston down her throat, he giggled softly as she\nstruggled for air. In desperation, Cassandra started stroking the underside of\nthe reptilian member with her tongue, urging him to finish with her, urging him\nto let her go.Pulling out of her mouth, Wreath\nshoved her face down onto the cold floor. Moving behind Cassandra, he lifted\nher hips effortlessly, spreading her taut cheeks without mercy as he drove deep\ninto her rear, dry. Screaming, Cassandra tried to pull away as the cock reamed\nher insides, forcing her sphincter muscles apart with uncaring force. Wriggling and unable to get away, Cassandra\nsobbed as Wreath used her. He came deep inside her, gushing warm torrents of\ncum into her shaking body. Groaning with pleasure, he spoke to her loudly,\nbooming voice echoing off the walls of the room. \"You are a servant! Your place\nis below me. You will satisfy me, whether you like it or not. You are marked,\nnow. You belong to the Estate!\"Cassandra stood on shaky legs, the\nreek of cum rolling off her in waves. \"Where must I go now?\" she asked\nfearfully, determined to make it through what remained of the afternoon. Wreath answered her softly, \"Upstairs. Out of\nthe clinic areas. Take the third door off the main hall, to the servant's\nquarters. No doubt someone there will find you and put you to work, slut.\"Cassandra wandered towards the\nservant quarters in a daze. Cum still slipping down her naked thighs, she\nwalked with her eyes downturned, ignoring the interested stares following her\nsoftly swaying body. Moving between\nneatly made beds and piles of soft furs strewn around the floor in the servant's\narea, she slipped unnoticed into the communal showers. Sobbing quietly as the steam laden\nwater struck the tattoo on her neck, smarting from the pain and humiliation of\nher earlier fucking, she began to wash herself halfheartedly. Scrubbing the\nflaky, dried cum from her body, she gasped at the tender, feminine hands\nsuddenly kneading the tension out of her shoulders. Lips pressed playfully against her\near whispering softly to her, \"The first day is always rough. Looks like Wreath\ngot his rotten claws into you, too. My shift is over; I am off to sleep after\nthis. Join me, and the others won't notice you until morning. You can face the\nworld again, then. \"Cassandra turned slowly, careful not\nto slip on the wet tiles. Wrapping her arms gratefully around the unknown\nstranger she asked, \"What... who... are you? You look human... Unchanged. I don't\neven see a mark!\"The stranger leaned forwards, wet\nbreasts pushing firmly into Cassandra's small, perky tits. Running fingers\nthrough Cassandra's hair, the stranger began to talk slowly. \"I am human, and\nmarked, as are you. Your mark is fresh, and done with bright colour, whilst\nmine is older and done with ink the same tone as my skin... You will have to\nwork to find it, to see what I will become.\"Wordlessly, she began to wash\nCassandra's hair. Working the knots out, wincing as her fingers ran over the\nmarks left in her scalp by Wreath. Leaning forward, she kissed Cassandra\nsoftly, tongue tasting the wetness on the new girl's lips. \"My name, is Lace...\""}