{"sf1_id":616382,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Cassandra II","author":"SnowDrag0n","words":1941,"posted_at":"2013-11-20T18:07:00.000Z","tags":["F/F","Fantasy","Forest","Fox","Handjob","Hybrid","M/F","Series","blow job","buttplug","fucking","servant"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/616382-cassandra-ii","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/616382","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=616382\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"\nCassandra Chapter II\n \nCassandra woke, pressed against the soft form of the other\nservant. Bleary eyed, shifting restlessly, she bit down playfully, taking Lace's\nearlobe between her teeth. Lace\nstretched slowly, running her feet down Cassandra's leg, toenails scratching\nher smooth skin as she began to stir, pulling the velvet sheets tighter around\nherself in a vain bid to steal warmth from the wooden floor. \"Do we get\nbreakfast here?\" Cassandra asked in a voice thick with sleep, as she nudged\nLace to wakefulness.\n\"Food is served here at all hours; some prefer to sleep\nduring the day, or not at all. The servants take turns cooking, and serving,\noccasionally. You aren't on the roster yet, I don't think. I have a shift in\nthe kitchens later in the day. Make yourself presentable, and then we shall eat,\"\nLace said, groaning as she pulled herself out of their nest, the stale scent of\nsex drifting from the velvet sheets.\nCassandra stumbled slowly through the dorm, staring wide\neyed at the mess lying around her. White fur and mink covers hiding slowly\nwrithing forms, taking their pleasure as the sun began to cast morning shadows\nthrough the darkened room. The few males present all lying supine, lust spent\nduring the long night with each other and the females alike. She gasped, not\nhaving realized that both men and women slept together here, trying frantically\nto cover her naked form as one of the males, awake, leered at her passing\nfigure.\nRunning towards the showers, her heavy breathing masking the\ngentle rustle as the man stood, following her in, closing the door behind them.\nHe wrapped his arm possessively around her hips as he reached past her,\nignoring her yelp of surprise as he turned on the overhead shower, covering\nthem both in steaming rivulets of warm water. Cassandra whirled around as the\nnameless man's hands slid up her back, his member pushed up tightly between them,\nhead leaving a trail of precum on her tummy. \"How about... You wash my cock?\" He\ngrowled, grabbing her hand and wrapping it around himself, grinding his member\nthrough her flaccid grip. \nCassandra bit her lip in consternation, lust flooding her\nloins as she whispered, \"But... But... I have to shower... I need to eat. Lace is\nwaiting for me!\" Laughing, his tongue tasting her neck, running along the fresh\nwelts left by the tattoo gun as she flinched back from the mild pain. \"Lace isn't\nin charge here... I am. Forget her, for now. Unless you want to be assigned to\nserve Wreath? I hear he enjoyed his first taste of you...\" He mumbled playfully\nas her grip tightened, fingers brushing his sack as Cassandra began rubbing him\nfaster, determined not to return to the tattooist.\nHot spunk sprayed against the underside of her heaving\nbreasts as he convulsed in her grip, shuddering as he reached climax by her\ndeft ministrations. Leaving her standing in the lukewarm water, he walked off\ntowards the changing area. \nCassandra followed, body rinsed by rose-scented water. \"What\ndo I wear? My clothes are gone... And I haven't been given any,\" she said meekly,\ntalking to the broad back of the man before her, eyes tracking the ripple of\nmuscle as he shrugged into mauve slacks and matching top. \nHe turned to face her, fingers absently running through her\nhair, feeling the moisture dripping down the strands as he squeezed gently, quiet\nwords filling the space between them, \"Let's start at the beginning, Cassandra.\nI am Spark, one of the servant heads. Unlike you, I am paid for my service.\nThat is, I guess, the main difference between us.\"\nSpark reached behind Cassandra, pulling open a mahogany\nwardrobe standing free just behind the change-room door. He rustled through the\ncontents, fingers hesitating on a filmy belly-dancer's getup before settling on\na skin-tight leather catsuit, filigreed along the contours with silver etched\ninto the sleek leather, meant to enhance the figure of the wearer. \"This will\nsuit your form, and please the one you are going to be sent to, I think. Dress\nquickly, and run to the woods at the back of the estate. You are expected - Don't\ntake your time, Cassandra,\" Spark said, leaving her standing in the middle of\nthe room clinging to the leather outfit, wondering how to put it on. \nStruggling, hopping about the room on one foot while trying\nto shove her other leg through the gap presented in the outfit, Cassandra\nhuffed in frustration. She sat on the cold, tiled floor, examining the suit\nclosely, hoping for a stretch seam to ease the process of squeezing into it.\nLooking into the outfit, she noticed the bullet shaped plug stitched into the\ncrotch, its position promising movement inside her with every step taken. Grinning\nat her luck, she popped the plug into her mouth, saliva coating it before\nsliding out of her firm lips and running down her chest, pushing it into her\npussy slowly. \nCassandra stood, gripping the plug tightly between her legs,\nlust scented sweat running between her legs as she managed to struggle into the\nsuit, cleverly hooking the zip at the back on a convenient hook placed low down\non the whitewashed wall, crouching to pull it up. Spinning in place, the mirror\ncaught her eye. She gasped, face clouded in shock at the woman standing before\nher. Long legs encased in warm leather, wide hips covered in glistening silver.\nWavy hair brushing against leather clad shoulders, crimson fox standing out\nagainst the snowy skin tones of her neck.\nShe turned for the door, laughing as she started to run\nthrough the building, body swaying, breasts firm in the leather, nipples\nrubbing roughly inside the sweat-slicked catsuit. Cassandra broke into the\nmidmorning sun, hair glowing in the fresh sunlight as she sprinted for the\nborder of the immaculate lawns, towards the shadow-dappled forest. \nIgnoring the undergrowth snagging her legs, Cassandra walked\nslowly through the quiet woods. The trees groaned slightly in the breeze, aged\ntrunks swaying as the canopy shifted. In the distance she could hear the gurgle\nof running water; her feet led her absently towards the sound, thoughts\nentranced by the untouched greenery surrounding her on all sides. \nMind wandering away, vapid dreams claiming her as she\nwalked, Cassandra failed to notice the shuffle of padded feet on dried leaves following\nher. \nModified until humanity was but a distant dream, Azure\nstalked her new prey. Covered in mottled, short pale blue fur, naked but for a\nbarely decent loincloth. Breasts swaying as she danced silently through the\nforest, tail swaying behind her, snarled from days without brushing. \nA lilting laugh broke from her moist lips, violet eyes\nglinting as she pounced on Cassandra, driving her to the verdant grass growing\non the banks of the small stream in a practiced move. Azure spoke quietly in\nher ear, amusement filling her voice. \"Hey there, pretty... Sent to play with the\nfox today?\"\nAzure pushed her knee firmly into Cassandra's groin, rubbing\nwith a circular movement as she caught her eye with a knowing grin. \"They put\nthose in all the outfits, nowadays. Boring, really. Effective, though,\" Azure\nsaid as she stood, watching the girl lying quietly on the mat of ferns she had\nrolled onto. Humming, Azure lay beside her, twining her legs around Cassandra,\npillowing her head on the soft fur covering her arm as she drew close,\nwondering at the hesitant disquiet emanating from her.\n\"Were you expecting something different? Sex and sexuality\nis a massive part of this place. There are those that don't indulge, and others\nthat play out fantasies wild enough to leave the sky itself cringing,\" Azure\nwhispered to her, not wanting to break the tranquil peace lying over the abandoned\nglade. \nPerspiration beading on her forehead despite the shallow\nwind gusting sweetly through the long grass, Cassandra began to speak,\nconfusion clouding her voice. \"I...I don't know. I didn't expect the freedom, the\nmajesty of it all. I thought my indentured years would filled with menial labour\nas payment for the surgery, not... This.\"\nAbsently, Cassandra let her fingers drift through the thick\nmane of fur running down Azure's spine as she pondered the flecks of green\nswimming in Azure's violet eyes. \"Not all restraints are made of leather, or\nchain. Sometimes, the best restraints are the ones made of finest lace, woven\nby the captives own mind.\" Azure said, catching Cassandra's other hand and\nwrapping her fingers loosely through hers, before standing and leading her\ndeeper into the gloom of the forest. \nAs they left the small stream, Cassandra began to hear the\nsounds of the wilds around her, not covered by the happy song of rushing water.\nNo longer hiding from her view, she gasped as she noticed the creatures moving\naround her. Men, grizzled and standing as humans, yet covered in black fur with\nprotruding snouts and massive, hanging balls. Lithe androgynous fox-human\nhybrids, playfully stalking small birds in the branches above her. \nAzure started to run, dragging Cassandra along behind,\nbumbling through the undergrowth and stumbling over small rocks, unused to\nmoving through natural spaces. They crested a small knoll, pulling short at the\nlake lying deathly quiet just before them. Still water reflecting no light,\nsurface broken only by yellowed lilies drifting on the surface, leaving not a\nripple in their wake. \nAzure guided Cassandra down to the shore of the murky lake,\nthe sudden silence of the forest around them adding to the haunted feeling as\nshe turned suddenly, forcing her lips tightly against Cassandra's, nails\ndigging into her thighs just under her ass, barely failing to bite through the\nleather. \n\"The one downside to serving, however, is you can't look to\nyour own pleasure, you have to look to the pleasure of others,\" Azure said, as\nshe pushed Cassandra down, using her knee to push her fully to the pebbled\nlakeshore before straddling her face, hairy pussy less than an inch from\nCassandra's wet tongue.\nCassandra moaned at the whispish feeling of Azure's tail\nlying heavy across her leather clad chest as she lifted her head, tongue\nquesting for the pussy above her face as Azure dropped herself upon Cassandra's\nwaiting mouth, tongue rubbing against Azure's clit as she began to gasp for\nbreath, smothered by the wet pussy pressed forcefully into her face.\nAzure began to grind against Cassandra's face, no longer\nwaiting for the girl below her to bring on orgasm and instead using the rough\nfriction and shuddering as Cassandra gasped for breath to get herself off,\nmoaning as she felt Cassandra suddenly grip her tail with one hand, using the\nother to rub gently against her ass.\nPushing back into Cassandra's finger, Azure's eyes glazed\nover as it popped into her ass, moving gliding into her and curling slightly,\nleaving her nerves aflame with pleasure. Reaching forward and gripping\nCassandra's hair, Azure jerked her face tight against her pussy as she came\ninto Cassandra's mouth, sticky juice covering the girl underneath her. \nAs Azure stilled, mind still lost in the heady aftermath of\norgasm, Cassandra began licking her clean before pushing her off gently and\nnuzzling up to her, nibbling her lips as their legs entwined, Azure's tail\nbetween her legs, wet where it rubbed up against her sex.\nCassandra gasped, looking up at the sun now sinking towards\nthe west. \"It feels like we have been here for minutes, but I came searching\nfor you at mid-morning... Where did the time go?\" She wondered loudly. \n\"Time has no meaning here, sweet pet...\" Azure said, lips\nagainst Cassandra's as she spoke.\n"}