3 comments/ 10574 views/ 9 favorites Contractually Obligated Pt. 01 By: DoxyTrainer She fumbled awake with the sound of the alarm. Pushing back the thin rough sheet she had been given, she sponged herself clean and tended to the care of her skin. She forced herself to focus enough to tend to her manicure and pedicure. Melody was not a morning person. If she had a normal, vanilla, boring life, she would have reached for coffee or a shower or some sugary pick me up to start the day. She didn't have a normal life. Now she patiently waited for her Master to open the door to her kennel. The metallic black of her nails contrasted completely with the pale white of her skin. She managed a smile. She used to have a place of her own, a nice apartment, she supposed it was still there, but she really didn't need it anymore anyways. Now that she had her Master in her life, the kennel in the corner of her Master's office was all she needed. At first, she thought that her master was inflexible, demanding, and Melody never felt like she was up to the task. Her humiliation and degradation was systematic, in the end, a drug to her. She couldn't stand to be alone. He had explained exactly what he required of her in depth, at long length. A whore has to know her place, and the whore's place is where her better's tell her it is. Melody had no point of reference really, she didn't know what she was until he showed her her potential, her true purpose. But that's not how she started, it's not who she used to be. At work, her boss was charming, and made her feel comfortable, pretty even. Pretty wasn't a feeling that came naturally to a fat girl, and at that time Melody was more than pleasantly plump. She worked hard to keep her weight down, with fad diets, and the latest exercise craze. She could never get herself under the 250 pounds mark. She was never comfortable with her own body, she was always too thick, and her tits just too conspicuous for a girl under five feet tall. She hated her belly, and the sweat that she'd feel under her heavy tits in the summer, it had been ages since she'd worn a swim suit. At work she'd feel someone's eyes upon her, feel their heat upon her back, cleavage, legs. Her clothes were as modest as her body would allow at first, but with his subtle attention she found it easier to let off the top buttons of the blouse, and choose the shorter skirt before heading out to work. She could tell he approved. He brought her closer into his circle in the office. He took his time about it, never talking directly to her, in fact he pretty much ignored her. Sometimes he would drop massive amounts of paper work into her inbox topped with a post-it note with a hand written unreasonable deadlines. Those deadlines forced her to work late into the night. One night in particular, she found that the bathrooms on her floor were locked at 9:30. Crossing her legs she fretted over what to do. He was in his office. He was always in His office. She knocked on his door. "Sir? The restrooms on this floor are locked, do you have a key?" "No, Melody is it? I do not, but feel free to use my private bathroom." She shivered hearing him say her name aloud. He gestured to her right, and produced a key. Her short pudgy fingers closed on the key, touching his hand for the first time. She blushed, and did a ridiculous half-curtsy. Mentally chastising herself, she retreated to the predictably posh bathroom. His touch had seriously moved her off her center. After relieving herself and taking advantage of the bidet, her fingers lingered on her clit. At his desk, Melody's boss dragged a finger across the eyes of a small carved stone idol in front of his computer. The monitor feed switched, showing every detail of what was happening in the private restroom, from a floating disembodied point of view. He smiled at what he saw. Melody daydreamed about her boss for at least a hot minute, she pinched the thickness of her nipple, fought against the hang of her belly to grind her meaty fist into her clit, until a knock on the door jolted her out of the moment. She hastily put herself back together, opened the door and found herself looking up, face to face with him. She excused herself. She was halfway to His office door. "Melody." "Yes Sir?" "Come here. " She stood in front of him, already nervous and shamed in her damp panties. "Kneel." "What?" "Kneel." Her blush rose rapidly to her skin, as he pointed to a space right in front of him. She knelt. "Remove your blouse." She looked up at him, feeling like she had stepped back into her daydream. The buttons of her blouse surrendered to the fumbling of her fingers. "Now, the brassiere." Melody hated the process of hooking and unhooking her bra, turning it around so she could reach the five fixtures was unflattering as it could be. Her overly large tits spilled out, hanging heavily down, the fight with gravity lost when she turned 16. Topless, her soft tits marked from their confinement and undulating as she breathed, she knelt in front of her boss. Her eyes locked on shoes that cost half her rent. "Why are you here so late?" "The work..." "No." Her nipples got hard as she realized how close she was to his cock. "The deadlines..." "No." Her six inch areola contracted as her nipples started to swell. "My job..." The sound of his zipper slowly coming down cut off any sounds that might be making their way out of her mouth. Her mouth watered at the sight of his cock in front of her. Her hands reached for him, and she engulfed his cock in her mouth. "Your job is to suck cock on your knees, half dressed, a whore in heat." She rolled her tongue over the apple of his cock head, she pulled her mouth from his cock. "No sir." "No little cunt, that wasn't a question, that is your new job description." "oh! Thank you, sir." "Get back to work." Melody took the thickness of him back into her mouth, throating him with talent and determination, His stamina apparent from the start. She cupped his balls, looking up at him. She had wanted him so bad and she had no idea that this could happen. Nothing like this ever happened to the fat girl. He spat in her face. Yes. This was more in line with what she expected. She breathed in sharply and exhaled slowly, Melody relaxed and slid the length of his fat cock back into her throat. His saliva impacted her forehead, and started to slide across her eyebrow. No one had done anything like that to her since high school. Mortified, her pussy clenched, and the room flooded with her scent. His cock hardened, and as his ejaculate came she concentrated on his nob, keeping his cum in her mouth until he finished, his saliva slid down the side of her cheek. "Swallow." He ran his fingers up and down her neck. The smile that touched the corners of her mouth as she swallowed his cum around his cock, was genuine and irrepressible. The ache in her feet and legs barely registered while in her day dreamy state. She nuzzled her cheek against his dick, grinding her face into his scent. "It's called subspace. This place in your head that you seem to be enjoying. It's a place where people like yourself bliss out after giving service or receiving discipline." He patted the unruly waves of her fine hair, unpinning the business hairdo and letting it fall to her shoulders. "I have no need or room in my life for a silly submissive." She looked up into his eyes. Her sudden disappointment threatening to spill tears... "I'm looking, Melody, for a proper full-time whore." He pulled her up off her knees by the hair at the back of her head. She staggered up, as he moved her to His desk. His open hand landed on her ample ass with a pop that echoed throughout the empty office. "Do you think you can be a proper full-time whore?" Her mouth gaped open, holding her breath after the smack on her ass. Her toes curled as he bent her over onto the surface covered with his personal possessions. He pinched the zipper on her skirt, dropping it to the floor. "I require nothing less than a total commitment." Her sizable ass, in all its glory, showed the redness of his hand quite clearly around the edges of her bikini panties. "Everything you are will belong to me. You will get paid. Whores earn money. Whores earn me money, but the direction of your life turns on my whim. " She bit the fullness of her lower lip, looking at his photographs, his family. Her pussy gushed as his hand landed solidly on the other ass cheek, she mashed her tits into the paperwork. "This... cunt is nice and wet." His hand eased it's way between her nether lips. She moaned. "That's right. Ladies have pussies. Whores have cunts. You should know that as a difference now." The flick of a knife opening behind her, drew her back to reality. The blade sliding under the fabric on her bottom focused her attention. As the ruined underwear dropped between her feet, the last of Melody's resistance fell with it. She felt the cold office air blow across her... cunt and asshole. "Do you know what it means to be owned?" She felt the thick knob of his cock between her legs, both of his hands hooked around her hips. "Do you want to be owned?" His cock pushed into her for the first time, just an inch. "I..." His cock slowly slipped its way into the depths of her, his pelvis resting on her ass. "I... " He rimmed her asshole with his thumb. "I want..." "Yes?" His hardness was still inside her, he held her still, his cock lay against her spot. Moving impossibly slowly within her, it made her fuck all crazy, while he massaged her asshole. "I want you to fuck me! Oh God, I want you to fuck me! Please fuck me!" Her tears landed on the paperwork she had carefully turned in the night before. His hips moved, unleashing a riot of sensation within her. He lay a page of parchment next to her right hand. Then he produced an old fashioned ink pen. He jabbed the nib into the flesh above the nipple of her right breast. A bright red drop of blood welled up around the point, and was pulled up into the pen. "I don't care to fuck what I don't own. Make a choice. Sign yourself over to me, or not. It won't change what you are." The contract read: I, the undersigned whore, do give my unworthy body and soul to my new Master. I will submit myself completely to his guidance, trusting his judgement, and command. I do this knowing this arrangement was inevitable, and my Master's guidance prevents me from falling into an abusive relationship, where my natural tendency towards submission might cause me harm. My Master retains the right to alter my unworthy body as he deems necessary to suit his purpose and fulfill my potential as my Master's whore. I do this without reservation and with the last act of my free will. This unworthy whore, X:_______ As her eyes focused and unfocused on the document, he placed the pen, inked with her own blood in her short fingers. His cock shifted inside her... cunt. Whores have cunts. She knew that now. As she signed out her full name on the line, she felt something pass through her, a tension, or stress, seems to pass out of her. As he started to fuck her, tangling his hands in her hair, his left hand gripping hard on her hip, her first orgasm snuck up on her before she knew it was coming. Every time she orgasmed, that dreamy blissful feeling of relaxation swept through her fat little body. In all her forty years she had never cum like this, so freely, so easily. "I'm yours, I'm yours." She repeated over and over while he fucked her from behind. She looked up at the sound of glass splintering, a photo pushed off the desk. "Yes, you are." That's how it started. Melody's boss became her owner. The contract, signed in her own blood, disappeared into her Master's office safe. It took its place next to other papers of the same quality and age. Melody was not alone. Contractually Obligated Pt. 02 Melody was the whore of a married man. The taste of his cum was still in her mouth, it was threatening to run down her legs on the subway ride home. She couldn't sit, since it was so obvious she had no underwear. She was in shock, this was something she thought she'd never do. I am the whore of a married man. The thought reverberated in her mind since she signed her name in blood. Those words would pull her out of a sound sleep. What had she done? He didn't even pretend to be single, he practically shoved her face into photographs of his family while he fucked her. Melody was well fucked. Her body was tired, and it was late. It was the time of day that a woman alone on the train would not have to go looking for trouble, it would just find her. The world seemed more vacant. The train car was empty, save for herself and a sleeping homeless man in the other corner. She hadn't come across another soul since she left work. She hadn't felt alive since she left the presence of her Master. His cum had dribbled down between her thighs. She scooped two fingers worth into her mouth. There. There it was. His cum was her life. The door at the other end of the train opened, spilling street punks into the compartment. "Oh shit." She said to herself, her hand mid scoop into her cunt searching for more cum, cum that was smeared on her lips and chin. "Hello fatty! Look boys, fatty here is priming herself up for us." The three men encircled her as the train rocked between stations. "A fat fuck wouldn't be my first choice, but any cunt in a storm, eh fellas?" The laughter of the other two was slow and full of bass. The tall one slapped her hard on her ass, the short fat one pulled her arms back around a pole. Their leader leaned in to smell Melody's tits, and then ripped her blouse open exposing them to the world. "Look at the size of those tits boys!" "Dude! She got a mark!" The short fat punk released Melody like he'd been scalded. She tumbled forward into the bench seats of the train. Melody was ready to fuck. She wanted to fuck. She tried to unzip the nearest punk who then flinched away from her. He looked her in the face. "You tell your Master we didn't know you were marked." They left as fast as they appeared. Marked? She lay there on the seats until the train hit the next station. It wasn't her stop, but for modesty's sake she'd try to pick herself up. How was she marked, and why did they leave her alone? Her blouse was ruined, and so was her bra, her right breast hung bare. There was little she could do to cover herself. It was obvious she'd been assaulted. She mustered up the dignity she had left, to leave the train and enter the station. As late as it was, there should be people Melody would have to walk passed on the way home. As luck would have it, the subway station was empty save for a pair of police officers. Melody approached them. "Help me, please help me." Neither cop appeared to hear or even notice her standing there. "I was attacked... On the train." Again, no response. Until the second cop turned and looked right at her. "You must be new to this, so I'll explain it to you. Good cop, bad cop." He gestured to his partner then himself. "you have a mark, so good people..." He waved his hand in front of his partners face. "not going to notice, not that they would really care anyways." He brought his nightstick first to her exposed tit, then hooked it into her cunt. "If not for your little mark, I'd be fucking your fat little ass right up against the wall right now. So why don't you hurry on home now, some of the creatures of the night aren't as respectful as I am." Then she saw it. In the reflection of herself behind the cop, a birthmark above her right nipple. A birthmark she had never had before. A birthmark right where her Master drew the blood to fill the pen she used to sign the contract. Not a mark, a symbol. A symbol the color of blood. She ran the rest of the way home. Locked her doors, and tore her ruined clothes off. She wasn't afraid, she was aroused. In fact, through the whole ordeal, all she wanted to do was fuck and please every person she'd come across that night. Her heart banged in her chest, her cunt throbbed. In the mirror, she saw the mark more clearly. She clawed at her clit, and twisted her nipples brutally, she had to sate the lust that exploded within her. It wasn't enough. Melody fled to her bedroom, fixating on the bed. She positioned her cunt over the wooden bedpost embellishment, before fucking herself violently. "Yes Master! Fuck your whore Master! Take me, use me. Fuck me!" The bed shook and rattled, she was sure someone would complain. Someone always complained. No one did. Melody fucked herself to sleep and woke up the next morning with the bed knob still lodged inside her cunt. Her cum was everywhere, and yet nothing had satisfied her. Her empty apartment, that had once been her happiest place seemed drab and lifeless. How had she become a non-person? She dressed for work, picking her sluttiest clothes. They weren't good enough now. She took a detour on her way to work, stopping at stripper shops and S&M stores. Like everywhere else, most of the people failed to notice her. The ones that did, gave her a nod, or hurried around her. She picked through the meager amounts of clothes in her sizes setting on bags of loot and toys that fit her new disposition, only to find that no one noticed her when she tried to pay. "Hey! " She yelled at the clerk, who was pocket jerking to the porn playing in the monitor. "Just take it." A second clerk stood behind Melody. She was thin, waifishly so. She pulled her tank top down to expose her bra less right tit, and the mark upon it, and winked at her from behind smoky eye makeup. The clerk popped the security tabs off the clothes and gear, and dropped the security tool in the bag as well. "You'll need that. I'm Erika. Come back and visit, if you can't manage to satisfy the cravings. Don't be late. " "Thank you." Melody said, completely aware of how bizarre her circumstances were. She stole some hooker shoes she would have never otherwise worn. Looking at the time, she stole a scooter right out of the dealership because she liked the saddle bags and was going to be late to work. Dressed in a fetishy school girl outfit, confident that no one could see her, she sped down the street and parked her scooter right in the lobby of the building. "ma'am, you really ought to park that in the garage." Melody jumped as the security guard scared the daylights out of her. A security guard with a birthmark on his temple. "I'll move it for you today. Don't be late." He said nothing about the way she was dressed. He didn't even look at her twice. How many people in the building could see her? The elevator, although crowded, she went unnoticed, and the hallways she went unchallenged. Her workstation was gone. In her place sat a young thin blond girl with smart modern eyeglasses and a short pencil skirt that showed off the seam on the back of her stockings. "You're sitting in my station. Hello?" "She can't hear you, Melody, not yet anyways." Her smiling boss was standing behind her, he moved without a sound, and yet he was still the least eerie thing about her day. The color and sound, smells and textures came flooding back into her world. She was back in the presence of her Master. "I suppose you have a few questions for me regarding what has happened to you since last night. Feel free to ask me, while we walk. Hold still." Deftly he adjusted her clothes, opening the buttons of her blouse, he put her tits on display. From his coat he produced a dogs collar and leash. He fit it around her neck, the black leather had a brand that matched the mark on her skin. He clipped the leash to her collar, casually looping the leather over his wrist. He turned and walked. Melody had to trot to keep up with his long relaxed strides. "Let me think," he said, "why can't everyone see me anymore? Well the answer is simple, you already were invisible to a great many people. Now that you have been made aware, the effect is just that more pronounced. Why do the people that do see me, see me? Well simple, those people are aware as well." He turned to her, stopping in front of a boardroom full of people, he kicked apart her feet, reaching down to finger her bare cunt. "What is awareness? Well that is a little complicated. You are contractually aware, in selling your soul to me, you have bound yourself to me and my world for all eternity. The benefits are awareness, long life and health. The downside is, I am your world. I hold your soul. The further you are from me, you might have noticed, the less alive the world is. So stay close!" His smile was beautiful. His smile was terrifying. "Other aware people will see your mark, and know you are owned. They should leave you alone." He walked into the boardroom, with Melody close behind. "Thank you all, please excuse my tardiness, it was a staffing matter." He paused, "Melody take your place under the table." She ducked her head under the head of the table in front of her boss, between the feet of more than a few of the board members were girls and at least one man, collared and sucking cock. Melody turned as her Master sat down, His chair was modified to provide him comfort and her access as she unbuckled him and drew out the length of his cock. The meeting above her forgotten, she worked his dick and balls, teasing his nut, allowing it to rise and fall. He gave her direction with his left hand turned in her hair. She teased his piss hole with her tongue, and was able to engulf both his balls in her mouth. She felt them throb with his pulse, as she switched back to his cock. He filled her with his spunk, which she swallowed when he tapped her forehead, OK. Not knowing what else to do, she nursed from his cock, and listened to the meeting. The company bought and sold commodities. Commodities which included, it seemed, human souls. Her Master grabbed Melody by the collar and held her tight to His crotch, holding his thickening dick to the entrance of her throat. His other hand reached for and held her nose shut. He started to piss down her throat, and she had no choice but to swallow. He had turned her into a human urinal. Her tears flowed down her cheeks, but she kept her mouth sealed to his dick, lest the piss splash on the rug, or herself, or worse, her Master. When he was finished, he released her nose, and allowed her to keep sucking. He unclipped her leash. A red light under the table caught her attention. The other whores under the table moved one light to the right. "Move!" a tiny raven haired pixie, who was completely naked except for a collar and knee pads hissed in Melody's direction. Melody fumbled to her right, stopping at the knees of a woman in a short leather skirt. The woman clipped a leash to Melody's collar. The light under the table turned green. Melody hesitated, and was rewarded with a cinching of her collar, choking her until she dove tongue first into the waiting pussy. Above the glistening clit was a mark that matched her's. What the hell did it all mean? She'd hadn't eaten pussy in a good many years, and usually the favor was never returned, but Melody hadn't forgotten how. She nuzzled the Board woman's clit, and nibbled her pussy lips, choosing to build a slow orgasm. The older woman kicked off her heels, at first rubbing Melody's cunt in return. Anxious, and her own orgasm building, Melody tongue fucked the woman tripping off her orgasm. As she was cumming the older woman choked Melody with the leash, and kicked her hard, repeatedly in the cunt before slipping her feet back into her heels. Melody hurt with the ruined orgasm, and hurt more with the emotional turns of the day. The light turned red, her collar unclipped, and she moved again to her right. A huge black dick. She sucked and swallowed. The light turned red, her collar unclipped, and she moved again to her right. An older man with half a dozen piercings through his cock. She played with his flaccid member as if she was reading braille with her tongue. The light turned red, her collar unclipped, and she moved again to her right. A young woman who only chose to kick Melody in the tits and belly with her sharply pointed Italian leather shoes. The meeting adjourned and the whores stayed clipped under the table. "Hey, new girl-" the pixie hissed trying to get her attention. The dark haired girl had her make-up smeared, and cum in her left eye. "How did you manage to work for the chairman?" "He was my boss..." "He's everybody's boss." "I signed the paper..." "Everyone signs the paper. Are you stupid, or is this your first day?" Melody hung her head, holding her arms to the fresh bruises that were just starting to show. "holy shit. It is your first day. I'm sorry. My name is Gwyneth." The other whores spoke up. "John." "Brittany." "Paula." "Maria Marta." "Sinthia." "She calls me cunt." A small chubby blond on the end. "They'll come for us soon, stay quiet and we'll be collected soon. Sorry for the rough first day." The urine in her stomach mixed with all the seven, left her churning and unsettled. Twice during the kicking Melody had almost vomited. One by one, the Masters retrieved their whores from beneath the table. Only Melody and Gwyneth were left under the table. "I really am sorry for being a dick, I just don't want to be punished for being slow to service, especially to service the chairman." "I didn't know we were supposed to switch places. He hasn't told me much." "Come Gwyneth," The crisp cold voice of the woman that kicked the crap out of Melody sounded above. "Quickly - I'll never know why he allows those obese cunts in his presence, much less his bed. Do not talk with her again." Melody was alone under the table for at least ten minutes. Her tears flowed silently. It had been a rough morning. Contractually Obligated Pt. 03 She had been alone under the boardroom table for at least twenty minutes now. From her toes to her ass cheeks, Melody's legs were starting to cramp, and one of the very few people who had spoken to her all day had just been forbidden to say another word to her. "Hello! Newbie! Are you still under there?" Gwyneth popped her head back under the boardroom table. She had cleaned the orgasmic muck from her face and touched up her shiny pale lip gloss. "Your Master sent me here to fetch you. He said to tell you he really likes your outfit." She touched a slip of paper to the lead clipped to Melody's collar. The symbol on the paper glowed ember red as the lock disengaged, freeing Melody from the underside of the table. The paper ignited with a flash, vanishing into ash and soot. Melody stretched out her thick calves and thighs, the naughty schoolgirl outfit that she had stolen earlier that morning, flattered her hourglass BBW figure. Gwyneth snuck a long lazy flirty look at Melody's thick ass, as her skirt rode up her legs. "I am sorry for my mistress, she has definite views on certain things, and has no problems expressing herself. Follow me, it's time to get cleaned up and eat." Melody followed Gwyneth to a stairwell she had never seen on this floor. Other women, girls and males of all stripes moved urgently, some being treated for injuries, others being pampered. How many were there? She couldn't count the number of individual ownership marks, because after a moment of viewing, they got hard to remember. Five marks, maybe more, she couldn't tell. She saw her own mark quite a few times, and those people she could remember a few faces. Some people didn't have obvious marks. Gwyneth, still clothed only in her knee pads and collar, led Melody to a locker room. She stepped into some shower sandals. Gwyneth's narrow thin frame and pixie cut hair accentuated a boyish quality about her, but her thick perky nipples and pouty labia majora put an end to any doubt that she was anything but all woman. "Let's put that nice outfit of yours into your locker. This will be your locker, well, forever. It has your mark on the front, and should open at your, or your Master's touch." Melody self-consciously disrobed. Wiggling out of her skirt and blouse she faced her locker. In many ways, this was her worst nightmare come to life. Dozens of beautiful people and their perfect bodies walking around here to illustrate how very large and imperfect Melody's body really was. Her absolute hell had them laughing and pointing, but no one but Gwyneth seemed to be paying attention to her. Melody placed her hand on the locker. The lock groaned under her thumb, and with a click, it was open. The swirling abyss of limbo within stretched infinitely in front of her eyes. A maelstrom of objects falling and spinning in the wind, triggered a fear response from deep inside her. Melody flinched away from the sight, vertigo taking hold immediately. Gwyneth casually took Melody's things and pitched them into the locker. Gazing steadily into the void, she yelled something Melody could not hear over the noise of the howling winds. She closed Melody's locker with a slam. Fixing her wind blown hair, Gwyneth held out in her left hand some sandals. "From your locker. Lots of dead useful stuff in there, just ask for it. Do you need to vomit, after sucking all that cock and pussy this morning? Sometimes I do, especially if someone uses me at the board meeting as a urinal." "Thank you, no, I would like to use the toilet." Melody squirmed a little. She had been holding her bladder since she left the underside of the boardroom table. Gwyneth pointed, her fingers delicate and well manicured, each fingernail trimmed short and rounded. "Over there." In the center of the room sat a few clusters of toilets situated in rings of five with the bowls of the facility facing to the outside of the circle. Clusters of the soulless stood around toilets and the people using the them. They were all casually laughing, talking, pooping like this arrangement was the most normal thing in the world. "oh my god." "its only weird the first dozen or so times." Gwyneth crossed Melody's path and sat on a toilet. "See, it's not so traumatic." Gwyneth started to pee, giggled, jumped, and squirmed, locking her knees together as she finished. She appeared to be enjoying the process too much in Mel's opinion. Melody sat, looked down at her tits, her knees, her sandaled feet as her well padded ass spread over the edges of the seat and her hip flesh made contact with an industrial pipe fitting. Somehow she always managed to be the fat girl among the thin and beautiful, and as her absolute mortification set in, she tried her best to become invisible once more. Deep in her self-flagellation, a disembodied tongue began to lick her privates clean, Melody, completely unprepared, sprang from the toilet with a shout. "Are you done? Oh! Sorry about the tongue, it's a spell, not alive it think. The showers are this way." Melody wasn't reassured Gwyneth's lack of certainty in the matter but followed her to the steamy showers. Gwyneth stopped at a holding basket, slid her knee pads down her slim legs and pointed toes. She placed them in the basket and stepped into the shower. "They take forever to dry completely." Melody followed, stepping into the warm stream of water. Gwyneth scrubbed body wash onto Melody's skin. The lather built under the fingers of the smaller girl on the ample flesh and heavy curves of the larger. The thought kept sliding through Melody's mind that she should be uncomfortable, that this should be weird, but the heat and slickness gathering in her puffy cunt spoke to a need for more contact, of a more intimate nature. "I wish I had tits like yours," Gwyneth exhaled lustily, her hands scrubbed and cradled Melody's massive hanging udder flesh, "I can't even lift them." Gwyneth had Melody backed against the wall of the shower. She fingered her own tiny tits and stiff nipples. "I think my mistress keeps me because I'm built like a boy. She fucks me like I'm a boy. I don't know why she just didn't find a boy." She rinsed the soap from Melody's body, fondling all the tits and ass, she pined for. Her mouth so close to Melody's nipple, Melody could feel Gwyneth's breath, and she liked it. "We need to get something to eat." The thick fluffy towels were soft and a rare moment of pure pleasure for Melody, who took the moment to just enjoy. Gwyneth helped her dry around her collar since it was something new to adjust to. She retrieved her kneepads from the basket. "Alright, back in uniform!" Gwyneth held out another set of knee pads, and set her sandals back into her own locker. "You need to wear these." Melody took the knee pads, lamenting that they were probably another in a long line of clothing, with the bullshit description of one size fits all. She took the protective gear from Gwen, giving them a sceptical once over. "And what else?" "Nothing else, unless you are told different. It's the standing company dress code for our station. Put your sandals away in your locker. Are you hungry? I'm hungry. Let's eat." Melody slipped the pads over her thick calves and settled them to a comfortable place on her knees. "Can we talk?" Prepared for the experience of her locker, Melody looked away at the moment of opening and pitched the shower sandals right in, allowing the locker to slam shut on its own. "Of course we can. The chairman ordered me to orient you, and his order supersedes my mistress'. And well, you're sweet." Melody blushed from her face to her hardening nipples. Since signing her contract, her libido had raced away from her, her body constantly aroused. She had experimented with girls in college and high school, they never reciprocated her attentions with anything that resembled effort. Melody went unsatisfied too often, while her partner of the moment would leave her cheeks cum drenched or sore and numb. Her very physical attraction to Gwyneth was growing. It felt more than bizarre to be walking among her unaware former co-workers, knowing who had ownership over their own soul and who didn't just by who noticed you was unnerving. Treading the hallways of the office naked and barefoot, except for a collar and knee pads, was doubly so. Still, Melody thought, she was lucky to be following Gwen's tight little ass around. At least someone was explaining the shift in what she was seeing. It was the same office, the same people, but everything she knew about the world was wrong. The head secretary, who had always terrified Melody, was dressed in the same knee pads as they were, with a heavy brass cow bell around her neck and inexplicably had six breasts, all pierced in some form or fashion. Melody could never remember her in anything other than a sharp business suit. The supervisor, that used to ride everyone's ass, was literally riding the head secretary's ass. Melody wondered what other things she hadn't seen in the course of a work day. The plush of the carpet tickled between her toes, but eventually it gave way to cold ceramic tile of the lunch room. Within, there seemed to be a mix of people both aware and unaware. The juxtaposition of the two peoples those dressed in business attire and those mostly nude or in leather or rubber fetish clothing was almost funny. Some of the soulless ate from bowls of food on the ground, like pets, others sucked milk and cum straight from the source. Fluids splattered on the clothes and tables, and the unaware types never noticed. "Some of us call them Zombies. You can move around them, talk to them, steal their stuff, do everything but touch them in a sexual manner. Do that, and they have anxiety attacks. Hells knows why." She sat at the bar, which was tended by a man in a leather mask. "Hey Phil, get me the regular." Phil pointed at Melody. "Her? Honey do you want something sweet or salty?" "Salty sounds good. It there a menu?" "You'll come to know it." Phil scribbled a note, and slid it over to the kitchen. Melody's mouth hung open at the spectacle all around them. "This might take a moment, you think this is something, you need to see the executive dining area. I understand the furniture is all employees holding poses." From behind the kitchen door stepped a man and a woman, the woman, thick nippled, was as generously endowed of tit-flesh as Melody, and a good foot taller. The man was tiny of frame, but his cock and balls were enormous, each nut being at least the size of her clenched fist. "Hi Helga." Helga sat on the bar stool next to the blushing Gwyneth, the bullballed man sat on the bar next to Melody. This was no small accomplishment seeing as both his hands were chained so that his hands could not touch his cock. "Hello little one, so hungry again for Helga's feedings? And who is your new friend, should Helga be worried?" "This is Melody, Helga, a new trainee I am walking through orientation. I do not know if she will be milk modified, so no need to worry." Gwyneth crawled into Helga's lap and started to nurse from her ample breast. Melody was at a loss, and more than a little flustered. There was a jealousy building in a place she had never had before. "Please miss, it hurts if you don't feed." Distracted by Helga, Melody had almost forgotten about the man in chains. She could practically see his testicle increasing in size underneath the heavy thick silver cock-rings. She pitied him, the throbbing, unable to concentrate for state of his hyper-arousal. Looking at him, his cock, those huge balls, she became aware of her desire, she really wanted to... feed. Her mouth stretched to engulf his cock and he rocked forward on the bar. A butt-plug she hadn't seen started both vibrating and pistoning within him. He came like a gentle warm fountain, not because of her sucking, but because of the prostate milking of the butt-plug. Melody fed until he was dry, a good ten minutes or so. He cried out. He was shaking, and even though she knew his dick was too sensitive to be touched, she sucked and throated him clean anyway. She watched the jumping of his balls as they worked to force out a cum supply that was already exhausted. She had taken all he had to give and wanted more. Her eyes sought out Gwyneth, who switched teats periodically, Helga's stiff nipples providing more milk than the tiny Gwyneth could consume at a setting. Helga cradled her in her lap, fingering Gwyneth's puffy cunt during the process, until Gwyneth had her fill. "That's Helga's good little one, grow up big and strong like Helga." Gwyneth drummed on the milk baby grown round in her full belly. "Thanks Helga!" Gwen wiped the dribbled milk from her chin and chest with a paper napkin, the bloom in her pale cheeks rosy and bright, her skin flushed. "Is that a normal lunch?" "It's a working lunch." She smiled. "Let's get you to the next stop. Gwyneth produced a manila folder from nowhere. Melody had noticed people making small objects appear and disappear before, but thought it was her eyes playing tricks on her. Gwen flicked her fingers in the space in front of her producing a pair of reading spectacles, becoming more the naughty librarian fantasy by the minute. "Your Master wants you taken to the ornamentation department for a few modifications. This is going to be so fun!" Melody nodded, and hopped off the bar stool. She left a small pool of girl cum behind. Her stomach might be full, but there were definitely parts of Melody not satisfied by her lunch. * The modifications department was full of the hum of tattoo guns and smelled of antiseptic. A younger black man lay passed out in a chair while a face shielded piercer inserted silicone nodules into the sizable cock before him. "Damn. Talk about ribbed for her pleasure, am I right?" "oh my god." The man's cock was already huge, the silicone beads made it look like a post apocalyptic battle implement. "I know, they are all tough guys until someone starts cutting on their dicks." She flipped through Melody's folder again. "So what does the Chairman have planned for you?" Melody held her breath watching the piercer continue his work. The last of the beads inserted, the piercer dotted the incision with superglue to close the insertion point. The piercer held the cock loosely with his right hand, and grabbed the ball sack with his left. The crushing grip awoke the young man, when Gwen walked in front of Melody's view. "So what did you get, anyways?" Gwyneth was elbow deep in Melody's file. "Get?" Melody swayed trying to get a look at the end of the procedure. "So what did you get, in exchange for your soul?" From behind Gwen, there was a bright flash. "Ummm, nothing." The piercer called for an assistant, who bent over and presented her cunt. "What did you ask for?" The stupid folder was in the way, how could the that man's cock be ready to use? "Nothing." It certainly looked like it was ready, sounded like it was ready. "That's insane, you had to get something. I have to check your file. I've never heard of anyone who didn't ask for something." Gwyneth's glasses slid down to the end of her nose, drawing Melody's attention, her thin frame and tiny defiant posture made Melody's cunt wet. "He was my boss, he said he didn't want to fuck me unless he owned me, so I signed the paper." "Amazing, he snagged a soul without exchange. I suppose that's why he's the chairman. This order slip says that today you get your tattoos removed, body modification, and jewelry." Gwyneth closed the file. "What did you ask for?" "I got to live!" She smiled. "I got sick, the kind of sick you don't walk away from. When I signed the paper, I should have asked for bigger tits!" Gwyneth pulled on her thick nipples. "I wonder what your contract says in the small print." She turned her head to face the piercer, who had cleaned his work space of the blood from the previous client. "Ah! Jean, he is ready for you." "Slab... " Jean the piercer pointed at the stainless steel adjustable table. He had very little expression on his face, his voice rumbled out slowly from deep in his chest. "Sit... " Melody sat on the cold table. Her round body felt huge on the relatively narrow metal space. As large a Jean was, he reminded her of a bird of prey circling her helpless form on the table. Women walked passed with massive nipple piercings, nose rings, and body tattoos. Melody had a few tattoos, those didn't scare her. She had seen a few body modifications but really didn't know what to expect. "Gwyneth, I'm scared." "Now you're scared? Most people shake that off when they sell their souls." "What's he going to do?" "Jean has an addendum page to your contract. He is authorized to use the page to alter your body as specified in the original contract." Jean placed the page of old paper over the tattoo on the side of Melody's right calf, it was a trashy fake Native American piece that Melody's had inked before she was of legal age to do so. The outline of her tattoo took shape on the page as Jean muttered to himself under his breath. When he lifted the page, her tattoo was gone! It was as if it had never been. "Now Jean will file it away with the rest of your contract and will use a new page for each tattoo and body artifact that he's removing. Easy peasy." Jean repeated the process with the butterfly tattoo over her tit, and several blemishes, wrinkles, and age marks. When he was through her skin appear as fresh an young as it did when she was a teenager. "This page is made from the skin of a lamb, we use it to remove unwanted body hair. Lamb skin has proven to be more flexible and durable for the need. Jean is going to remove all your body hair from the neck down, say goodbye to razor burn." He manipulated the sheet of lambskin over the entire surface of her skin. He left no place untouched, shaping her eyebrows and hairline, he paid attention to her ears, the nape of her neck, the tops of her toes, and lastly her cunt, and the inside of her asshole. She stared at her flawless and perfectly smooth skin. Jean placed a page over her fingernails, took pen to paper and drew perfect black ovals. She marveled at their transformation. Jean leaned in, looming over Melody's body. "Stay... still..." His quiet voice rumbled through the area, as he placed the aged paper over Melody's face. "He's doing cosmetic details, stay still and don't move." As Jean lifted the page from Melody's face, her eyes, lips and eyeliner had become black as sin. "You're beautiful." Melody smiled. "Wrist..." "Give him your wrist." Jean held her left wrist and brought to bear a tattoo gun. At least it looked like a tattoo gun, the reciprocating needle drew fluid from a vial of bright silver liquid metal. Jean coaxed a complicated design into being around Melody's wrist. The finish of the design included a stylized version of her mark on the inside of her wrist. "Stay... still..." Jean muttered holding her wrist with one hand and holding the palm of his opposing hand over the symbol. The fresh tattoo grew hot, almost unbearable so. "Shackle..." Slowly, a smooth steel shackle emerged from the tattoo, and the tattoo disappeared. "That's amazing!" "Be... silent... " Jean repeated the process with her right wrist, and ankles. He reached for the collar at Melody's throat. "No!" She raised her hands defensively to protect her collar. "Orders... Permission... Key..." Jean unlocked her collar and held it before her eyes before waving it away into nothingness. Contractually Obligated Pt. 03 "Temporary..." The vibration of the tool on her neck was soothing, the pain of the needle less so. As soon as the connection around Melody's neck was made, the pain and sensation of Fire seared her nerve endings. She could barely perceive the world around her. "Finished..." She opened her tear stained eyes and a new metal collar replaced the old. "Permanent..." She fingered the new collar, felt the mark under their touch at the center of the cold metal band. "Spread..." Jean pointed at Mel's cunt. Her response was almost automatic. She spread her legs at the command. Following orders was getting easier. "Good..." Jean almost smiled at that point. His thick fingers reached in, grabbing her slippery labia. He tattooed metal into her body. The needle and the pain that followed traced the paths that normally brought pleasure. "Jean! Jean!" Melody cried out, hurt and angry. "Patience..." Jean ran the gun over her clit, and Melody started to thrash. "Restrain..." Each of the new tattoos snapped into being as shackles, each shackle and her collar froze in place. Melody was restrained. Jean finished his design, linking the tattoo across Melody's clit. The fire in her nerves was now familiar, as Jean held his hands over her clit and under her asshole as he chanted a slow bass rumble. She was still not prepared for the pain. "Done... Free... Mirror..." She could move again. In the reflection of the mirror in Gwyneth's hands, Melody saw a silver dragon's head surrounded her clit. Her pleasure bud was in the dragon's mouth. "Think... bad... thoughts..." The dragon started to bite down on Melody's clit. "Nice... Bad girl... Punishment... Seal..." The dragon's head joined with bright metal dragon wings that covered the entirety of Mel's cunt, lacing down the length of her labia. "Good... girl... free..." The metal wings and dragon's head faded back into the tattooed surface of Melody's cunt. "Roll... over..." "What are you going to do?" "Seed..." "Mel, some of the modifications can be done by page, some by tool, some of them have to grow." "Plant... the... seed..." "He's going to fuck me?" "No sweetie, not exactly." Jean's removed his loin cloth, exposing his cock, the end of which looked like a scorpion's stinger. "No! No! No! Don't let himfuckmeee!" "Shackles... Kneel... Suck..." The shackles forced Melody to her knees, as Jean's twitching stinger cock flinched into her mouth. The tears gathered in Melody's eyes as she felt the stinger slide across her tongue. "Suck!" She sucked on the stinger, and it swelled down her throat, thickening and threatening to choke her. Her collar forced the bobbing of her head down its length. "Ready..." Jean pulled his cock from her mouth. The obscenity of it pulsed and prepared to strike. "Stand... Turn around... Bend over..." "No! No! Fuck no! The shackles bent her over the slab, mashing her tits into the metal, and spread her meaty legs. Jean grabbed Melody by the hips, and his cock stinger pierced the base of her spine. "Help me, help me, Gwyneth! Do something!" "It will all be over in a minute, honey. Trust me, everything will be fine!" Jean fucked his stinger into her back until a large knot appeared at the base, his veins corded at his throat the strain evident throughout his whole body. The knot slid down the length of his cock, and with one last thrusts forced it under her flesh. " uhhhhng!" He pulled his shrinking cock out from her spine the stinger split open, but closing as it relaxed. "Seed planted... Go..." Melody was able to stand. Gwyneth dried her tears and held her. "Shhhhh, honey, shhhh it's okay, I have a seed too, it's okay." "You do?" "Yes, I do. Let's get you out of here and dry your tears off." "He fucked you in the back with his stinger?" "No, not Jean, it was someone else, and not in the back." "What does it do?" Melody probed the place of insertion, the spot warm opposed to the tissue around it. "Well they all do something different, it depends on your contract, on the wishes of your master. We won't know what yours does until you feed it." "How do you feed it?" "With sex of course." "What does your seed do?" "Promise not to laugh?" Gwyneth stood back a bit from Melody, and started to finger her clit in small aggressive circles. The thick nub grew under the intense stimulation, and Gwyneth twisted her nipples as well. The sounds of a juicy cunt caused Mel's mouth to water. Gwyneth's clit continued to grow erect, pulling under her clit hood, it looked less like a clit and more like a cock by the second. It stretched her hood over the top as it thickened. She jacked it slowly. "This is the seed, my mistress chose for me." She hung her head down. "Does it work?" "Yes." Would you show me?" "I've never used it on anyone." "You're a Virgin?" "Sort of, kind of. I told you I was sick, right? I've never been with a man, I've never used my seed on anyone, and my mistress chooses to fuck me like a boy. They call seed carriers like me futa, or dick girls. I'm disgusting." Gwyneth's throbbing cock bounced between them. "Can you get me pregnant?" "I can neither become pregnant or make you pregnant, it's in my contract." "I don't think you're disgusting. You're very pretty." Melody licked her lips. "You could fuck me if you liked, I mean, if it wouldn't get you in trouble." "Well, I am assigned to you until your orientation is concluded, and I have lots of leeway as far as that goes." "How long is my orientation? I hope that you're not the kind of girl that will fuck me with her throbbing cock and just disappear." Gwyneth blushed a little, and her seed was jumping in time with her heartbeats. "My mistress answers to the chairman as a direct subordinate, it is likely that we will see each other daily." "Do you like Fat girls?" Gwyneth's cock was starting to drip. Melody reached out, her hand palming Gwyneth's cock, she dipped her fingers into Gwyn's cunt. "Let me help you with that." Contractually Obligated Pt. 04 Melody throated Gwyneth's girl-cock with ease, and wondered if there would be cum when the orgasm came. Her hands quickly found Gwen's ass, and when Gwyneth lifted her slim leg over to rest on Mel's shoulder, she pushed her fingers into the ring of Gwen's ass with ease. Gwen responded by pushing her clitty further down Mel's throat, and growing harder still. Melody wondered about Gwyneth's Mistress, about the things Gwen said, how her Mistress takes her like a boy. Mel pushed her four thick short fingers further into Gwen's ass, stretching her ring wide. People passed them in the hallway, the unaware zombies -souls intact- instinctively moved around them, while their soulless peers simply ignored the scene as part of every day normal life. A fat girl going down on a boyish girl with a clit-cock was nothing new. It was new to Melody. She slipped her thumb into Gwen's asshole. "Oh Fuck!" Melody imagined Gwyneth's Mistress taking Gwen to task by reaming out her tight little asshole with a bloated throbbing clitty-cock, her own cunt dripped onto the hallway carpet. Melody fisted Gwen in time to the picture in her imagination. Sweat rolled down the tiny swells of Gwyneth's chest, as she panted under the combined manipulations of Melody's mouth and fist. "I'm gonna fucking aaaaaAhh!" The girl cum that firehouse into Mel's mouth from Gwen's throbbing girl-cock was the sweetest tasting cum that Melody had ever had. She nursed the source until Gwyneth's clit returned to it's previous shape and disposition, and Gwen was laying on the carpet running her fingers through Melody's wavy hair. In Mel's mind, the hot cum radiated throughout her body. The image comforted her, she saw it as light spreading from her belly through her fingers and toes. She smiled as she nursed Gwen's now normal sized clit. Slowly the picture in her mind changed, the light drawing back, swirling spinning around the void spot that used to hold her soul and focusing into her newly planted seed. On her hands and knees, shocks and spasms shook her frame, like an orgasm but different, Mel released her hold on Gwyneth. "No. This is too fast. " Gwyneth wiggled out from under Melody, and sprinted down the hall. "Help us! Help us! Her seed is sprouting early! She needs help!" All traffic in the hall stopped, and the hum of business turned in Melody's direction. "This way, help her!" Men lined up in both directions of the hallway. The stroked their cocks hard and waited. In Melody's mind, light swirled into her lower back, the more light, the better she felt. Light came from her head and fed straight into her seed. In the hallway, she pulled a train for the entire office floor. Her ass gaped and her mouth had stretched around at least half a dozen cock already, her jet black eyes gave no sign that she was aware of the world around her. "Keep feeding her!" Gwen lay her hands on the now hot spot at the base of Melody's spine. She produced a cellphone from nowhere, and made a call. "Chairman's desk please, priority note: His new property, yes the fat whore, is experiencing a rapid seed growth on the 10th floor. I am taking measures to support the seed, but have done so without proper authorization. I was charged with the orientation of his property. Yes. Please notify the chairman." She waved the phone away into nothingness. "Thank hell. This operation has received sanction, keep fucking people!" Under her fingers, Gwyneth gently coaxed the seed into growth. She slid her lips around its base, she inhaled the smell of sex and allowed the seed to grow into her mouth. I'm returning the favor, she thought. Men and some seed endowed women, continued to feed Melody, whose insides would surely have ruptured by now in any normal circumstances. Not a drop was wasted. A disappointed man endowed with two large phallises complained about the dragon's head lock on Mel's cunt. The large man face fucking Melody laughed at him. Slowly he pushed both his cocks, inches away from Gwyneth's face into Melody's ass. Her only response was to deepen the arch of her back. Mel's belly and tits rested on the carpet, and without loosing her lip lock on the seed, Gwen straddled Melody's back. The growth of the seed continued, Gwyneth could feel it push down her throat now, thickening then growing, she could feel the articulation and muscle in it as it ran passed her lips and tongue. She fucked her mouth with it, and it filled her stomach, coiling within her. This next man was the end of the line. The chairman. He leaned over, speaking directly to Gwyneth. "Your quick thinking saved the harvest of her seed, and secured my investment in this whore. I appreciate what you have done here. I will be reviewing your contract with Evelyn when I am through here. I take it the seed has grown within you? Blink once or twice." Gwyneth blinked once. "Stay as you are, and I shall bring the harvest to a close." He undressed. Each piece of clothing was folded neatly and held by the silent personal assistant at his side. The chairman's cock was beautiful. Thick and corded with veins, it stood at a high angle relative to the defined structure of his abs. Is this was what happens to a human being when they own who knows how many souls? What kind of contract does he have, or does anyone or thing own his soul? Gwyneth faced his cock as he mounted Melody. Dozens of cocks had fed the seed in the last 20 minutes, but this one was it's Master. The dragon's head seal on Melody's cunt opened, it's wings retreating back into the substance of a tattoo. As her Master's cock entered Melody's cunt, Melody's awareness returned. His cock inside her forged a direct connection back to her soul and only then could she enjoy her existence fully. Her orgasm built throughout her entire lower body, and the memories of her previous mental state grew harder to hold on to as her pleasures grew. Gwen was above her, riding her grinding on her back. Her mouth, her lips were upon her, sucking, suckling on something on her back at her tailbone. If being fucked by her Master was not enough, Gwyneth's tender ministrations were sending her straight over the top. Her entire body wanted to explode. She knelt poised on the edge of her orgasm. Her body waited, her dragon's head ornamentation bit down on her clit. Gwyneth ground her clit to orgasm, Melody felt her body spam and relax. She closed her eyes as her erect nipples burned on the carpet. Every fiber of her being was ready to cum, but she couldn't, her ass felt bruised, gaped and she doubted she could utter a whisper for the ragged treatment of her throat. "Please..." She hissed. She couldn't see her Master, but she knew it was him, his hands knuckled on her substantial hips. Her belly was rug burned, so were her tits, Melody couldn't recall how she got here, when her Master arrived or why she felt so extraordinarily strange. Her Master plowed her with no restraint, the rug she had found so pleasurable to walk upon continued to burn her tits, and belly. Her Master reached down between her legs, grasped her clit and pulled, while pushing his thumb in her battered asshole. She felt the hot shaft of her Master's cock explode into her belly, and as if suddenly she was allowed to cum, her orgasm rolled through her body. She clenched around his cock, drenching it in her juices, she felt herself ejaculate on the floor from her clit, and at the same time into Gwen's belly. Impossibly she knew all of these things were true at the same time. Her Master's cum filled her, she closed her thighs on her clit, and listened to Gwyneth moan. Exhausted, Melody fell on her face, and was shoved forward and back to the rhythm of her Master's thrusts. Finished, he stood above the two women. His personal assistant knelt, tongued his cock clean and dry then presented him with his clothes. He dressed as he spoke. "Thank you again, Gwyneth. Continue to care for my property. Given your part in her seeds awakening your names will be written in each other's contracts. As sister whores, you will never be ordered separated again." The chairman slipped back into his shoes. "I will be purchasing your contract from your Mistress. Bathe Melody and tend to her injuries, I'm sure she will have questions and need to adjust. You have authorization to do as you need." He walked down the hall towards his office. Gwyneth braced her hands against Melody's ample ass, and pushed away trying to extract the seed from down her throat. The seed started to flex as Gwen tried to extract it. All of her her gag reflex training failed with a mass all the way into her stomach, and she wretched. Semen dripped from her nose, the cum lubricating the seed as she gave birth to Melody's three and a half foot long articulated cock ended tail. She continued to vomit cum all over Melody. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Mel." She vaulted off of Melody's back. Melody picked up her face from the floor. Her mind adrift again in subspace. "Stand up, Mel." Slowly, she stood, balancing with purposeful undulations of her new tail. Gwyneth admired the seed. "It's fantastic Melody, it's... Oh my hells!" Under the hang of Melody's cum full belly was another extension of the seed, a thick erect clitty-cock still dripping cum from its first ejaculation. "Come with me, Melody, and we'll get you cleaned up." Gwyneth reached out, holding the new seed growth, and pulled Melody down the hall. Melody dripped cum from every opening on the carpet, on the tile, and on the polished floors of the recovery room. Her tail would not retract, although the erect tip did relax. Her clitty-cock stayed hard as long as Gwyneth's hand guided Melody with it. "Gwen?" Melody's voice was weak and raspy from having been force-fed cock. "Yes Melody, I'm here." She let go of Melody. "Oh! That feels, feels so, so good!" She looked down. "What happened to me!" Her hands found her clitty-cock, and stroked. "Your seed sprouted early, it seems that you are quite the prodigy. A tail, a cock, and for my efforts to save you, the chairman is buying my contract. We're sister-whores now." Gwyneth smiled hesitantly. "You can't get rid of me now." "Was I in danger?" Gwyneth toweled off the muck from Melody's body. "Yes , I guess you were. The seed sprouting early could have killed you, and since it needed sex to grow, I kinda organize a hallway gangbang to keep you alive." "That explains why my ass and throat feel like I missed a party." She couldn't keep her hands off her new cock. "Let's get you into a bath and then we can sort more of this out for you." The warm tube looked inviting, steam wafting from its surface. Gwen helped Melody down the safety rail into the water. Every muscle in her body screamed at her, the tail was a nuisance, and her cock wouldn't relax. "It will stay erect as long as you keep playing with it." "Oh! I'm sorry!" She whisked her hands under the water, embarrassed. "Don't be sorry, it's a part of you, do what you want with it!" "Really?" "The only person you need to ask permission from is your master." "Whore-sisters?" "Our names are written in each other's contracts now, because of my participation in your seed birth." "Thank you for saving me." "I was really quite terrified that you would die on my watch." "Did you get to fuck me?" "No I was nursing your seed." "Is that how you managed to super deep throat my tail?" "Yes, more or less." "Good." "Good?" "I'd want to remember the first time you fucked me." "Oh! Good." "I'm glad you feel that way." Melody softly held Gwyneth by the elbows, and guided her to straddle Mel's hips. Given the width of them Gwen lost her balance and was impaled on Melody's Virgin clitty-cock with a massive splash. "Hells! Oh shit, so big!" "You're so tight! Did I take your cherry?" "No," She said shyly. "You're in my ass." She blushed and turned. "I don't think that my cherry will be a worry much longer if the chairman owns me." Melody forcefully pulled Gwen towards her by the elbows. "Hells!" "He may not get the chance." "Mel!" Melody fucked Gwyneth with little regard for her wishes. When she had a soul, Melody was kind and conscientious. She never spoke out of turn, she stood quietly in the back of parties, and that was just how she was. Now that she was damned, maybe it was time to cut loose a little. She forced Gwen's elbows back behind her back, then she forced her cock up that tight asscunt. Gwyneth moaned and cried out, but she never said stop. There were moments where Melody had Gwyneth's head under the water and moments when her teeth gnashed on the thickness of Gwen's nipples. There was absolutely no tenderness involved. Melody thought if I'm going to be a beast with a tail, I'm going to be a beast. She didn't have to imagine Gwyneth's Mistress taking her like a boy, Melody was doing it herself. It was better than her imagination, feeling Gwen's tiny body flex and give into her will. Gwyneth's clitty-cock mashed itself between their bodies under the roll of Melody's belly. Melody could feel Gwen's cum against her skin, and in some distance place in her mind was disappointed she had wasted it. Gwen could do nothing to stop Melody. She was attracted to her, she wanted to be with her, but this violence was not her interest. Melody's cock was one of the largest seed gifts Gwen had ever experienced. "Fuck! No!" "Fuck, yes" Melody responded, wrapping her hands around Gwen's throat and clit, her tail forced its way into Gwyneth's mouth. Melody exploded into orgasm. The cum flooding Gwyneth's mouth and ass, was hot and sweet, it threatened to smother her. Within the tail, undulating masses pumped this torrent of fluid through the cock tip. Gwen could not swallow fast enough, the spunk bubbled out from her nostrils, she was drowning in the fluid. Gwyneth passed out. Melody fucked her limp body until the fuck ripples in her cock and tail subsided. "I never thought selling my soul would help me find my life's purpose." She wasn't moving as Melody's tail pulled from her mouth. She wasn't breathing as the cum absorbed into her skin. "I don't care who owns your soul, who does your skinny ass belong to now?" Her eyes opened. "You, Mistress." They were black as sin.