Chapter 4 - Serving the Fatui

The girl in the mirror looked back at Sucrose with tired, amber eyes framed by emerald-green hair.  Sucrose hadn't been getting much sleep lately.  Amber had moved into Sucrose's small inner city apartment and their nightly trysts were growing longer and longer.  The horny Outrider was a loving, loyal, and obedient slave to her mistress.  She was also a slut of the highest order.  Neither Sucrose nor Amber had been great at the whole dating thing and it was clear Amber was making up for lost time.

As much as Sucrose would have liked to have been home in bed and with Amber, she had business in the city proper.  More specifically, she had business in the Goth Hotel.  It was one of the most expensive and well-furnished hotels in the city.  It was also hosting a diplomatic envoy from Snezhnaya and, thus, the Fatui.  Sucrose had arrived home one night to find a card with a date and time on it.  It had to be from her mistress.  

Sucrose desperately wanted to see her mistress.  So many weeks on the road left a hole in her heart even if she was serving the whims of the Fatui.  Just as Amber now belonged to her, Sucrose belonged to her mistress.  Just seeing the card had sent a shiver of need down her spine.  The carriage ride to the hotel and the wait was making her delirious with anticipation.  While she waited in the lobby, her heart fluttered every time the front doors opened only for her hopes to fall when she saw it wasn't the woman she waited for.

Sucrose had quietly gone to the ladies room to freshen up and steady herself.  She was looking down at her hands when she felt a breath on her neck.  One arm closed around her and under her breasts.  It pulled her backward and she felt another woman's breasts pressing against her back.  Sucrose's heart leapt with excitement.  She started to look up but a gentle hand on her cheek tilted her head up and to the left.  A woman's lips were already there.  Sucrose tasted her mistress.

The alchemist closed her eyes and melted into the kiss.  This was the woman who had brainwashed her, turned her into a weapon against her own people and country, and corrupted her to the point she was willing to do the same to others.  Knowing that her mistress held absolute power over her just fanned the flames of her desire.  Her mistress had placed a collar of obedience around her neck, her heart, and her mind.  She was totally enslaved to the other Cicin mage and wouldn't want it any other way.

"Mmm, you're developing nicely," her mistress purred.  The kiss left Sucrose breathless and wanting more.  Her mistress' hands pulled on her top and peeled the fabric down.  The Fatui woman then lifted up the lacy black bra Sucrose wore to reveal the alchemist's breasts.  Sucrose's breasts were cupped, squeezed, and pinched.  She moaned.  It was a sound that reverberated around the ladies room.

"Yes, mistress.  They're growing.  I've-ooh-gone up several sizes.  They're so sensit-" she could finish the words as two sets of fingers pinched her nipples and words failed her.  Sucrose's ears rose and her next breath came out as a moan.  Her mistress' fingers knew exactly where to touch her and how to touch her.  Lips kissed her neck while she quivered in pleasure.

"Yes, yes they are.  You'll be the perfect Fatui slave very soon."  The stimulation fell away from one of Sucrose's breasts.  In the mirror Sucrose watched her mistress' fingers slide down her outfit, lift her skirt, and then she saw stars.  Sucrose was hopelessly aroused but her orgasm wouldn't come.  The Fatui woman's fingers played along her pussy lips then moved to rub around and over her clit hood.  

"A special guest is coming to the city this week.  The Fatui will be throwing a party here in the Goth this Friday evening.  You will be there.  You did a very good job stimulating those bumpkins in the north and this will be your reward."  Her mistress gave orders and Sucrose obeyed.  Serving her mistress and the Fatui was everything.  

"Yes, mistress.  I will... be there." Sucrose couldn't have resisted the woman's words even if she wanted to.  She very much didn't want to.  She wanted those fingers touching her to keep doing so forever.

"Good slave.  You may cum."  Pleasure consumed Sucrose's world.  Her pussy gushed.  Proof of her orgasm soaked her panties and drooled down her thighs.  The sound of her mistress' laughter filled the air and then vanished.  She was left in the hotel bathroom breathing heavily and quietly wishing for the pleasure to not be over.  

Sucrose rose on shaky legs and looked at herself in the mirror.  She was flushed, her breasts hung forward lewdly, and there were damp spots along her skirt.  Her mistress had come, teased her to orgasm while giving her new orders, and then left her a mess on the floor.  Sucrose adjusted her glasses and blushed.  She had been used like a living sextoy by the other woman and then commanded to orgasm.  She'd done that to other men and other women, but nothing compared to being her own mistress' plaything.  She touched her sensitive pussy with two fingers, withdrew them, and tasted her own submission.  She loved it.

She didn't love the realization that she hadn't asked her mistress about the effects of her powers and the Mist Grass upon Amber and other vision users.  Her mistress' powers had remade Sucrose's own mind.  She knew it and it made her hot thinking about it, but she had no desire to go back to the way things were.  Barbara hadn't exposed Sucrose in the last few days without contact though the green-haired alchemist wondered how much of that was magic-related and how much was the deaconess/nurse being a deviant slut at heart.  Amber was still the problem, a very sexy problem but a problem none-the-less.  She'd have to ask her mistress or someone else at the Fatui party what made Amber different.

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Hotel Goth was packed.  The sun had set but more and more carriages arrived with guests.  Every Fatui in Mondstadt had come along with many of their erstwhile supporters.  While the Knights of Favonius and their ilk disliked the Fatui and the ways in which the Snezhnayans operated, there was no shortage of men and women in Mondstadt who saw a great and profitable future with their masked Snezhnayan friends.

Sucrose briefly saw the party goers.  They wore masks, one and all.  Sucrose wasn't sure if it was a formal masquerade party or if it was just a Snezhnayan custom.  Men wore their hair pulled back while more than a few women had obviously dyed their hair.  Up close and within earshot you could recognize certain people but from afar many looked alike.  Much effort had gone into ensuring the guests had as much privacy as possible to prevent reprisal from political adversaries.  While the Fatui were not known for employing the best and brightest for grunt work, it seemed their upper echelon was a different story.

The alchemist had butterflies in her stomach.  She had never expected to be attending something like this as one of the Fatui.  She was an affiliate of the Knights of Favonius.  She was supposed to be a sworn enemy to these people and their machinations.  Now the thought of betraying her friends and country aroused her.  Adding to her nerves was the outfit she'd been given to wear.  

Black tights crawled up her legs, a strapless green leotard clung to her breasts, and a pair of green bunny ears sat on her head.  She had the rest of the bunny girl outfit as well including the black bowtie which covered her collar, white wrist cuffs, little white tail, and a pair of 3 inch stiletto heels.  Completing her ensemble, to match the guests, was a Fatui mask that matched the one her transformed, Cicin persona wore.  As Sucrose, she was a shy and mousy alchemist.  Here, right now, she was a seductive bunny girl waitress with legs for days, enticing breasts, and full, kissable lips.  

The bunny girl waitresses had changed and gathered in the kitchen.  Sucrose noticed every waitress had a perfectly form-fitting outfit similar to her own.  They were an army of sexy bunny girls who, save for different colors, mostly looked alike.  Sucrose drew a few looks for her beast ears.  She was an oddity among them so more than a few pairs of eyes roamed over her.  However only one woman caught Sucrose's own attention.  She was a purple-clad bunny girl who had long, brown hair and breasts larger than any other girl there.  None of them wore bras and the brunette's boobs jiggled with every step.  The alchemist's attention hadn't gone unnoticed.  The brunette turned in Sucrose's direction and playful, green eyes winked at her.  The beast girl blushed and thankfully a woman's voice prevented further embarrassment.

"Listen up, sluts," a blonde Fatui woman called out.  Two dozen bunny ears rose in the air and all turned to face the blonde woman in the trademark Fatui black coat.  "Tonight you will be serving your betters.  You are Fatui in training.  These are your masters, your mistresses, and whoever they deem worthy of their company.  You will treat them all with the utmost respect.  If they have a request, you will fulfill it.  If they tell you to do something, you will do it.  Everything is on the menu.  You are on the menu."

The blonde woman's words sparked heat between Sucrose's legs.  They were scantily clad, dressed to put their bodies on display, and they had just been told they were up for free use by the guests.  Sucrose was conflicted.  Part of her wanted to go in there and be the free use slut her Fatui masters and mistresses wanted.  Part of her wanted to be one of the people in that room with a slew of eager playthings to enjoy.  Despite the growing arousal between her legs at the situation, another part of her was nervous.  Sucrose wasn't sure she could do this.

"Before we send you in there, we need to ensure you're all in the proper mindset.  An exercise has been prepared to help you with any issues," the blonde woman called out above the crowd's murmurs.  Other girls had only just started talking before the Fatui hostess interrupted and silenced them.  

"Each of you will turn to face the woman next to you.  Face her.  Look into her eyes.  Repeat the words I speak to her.  First one of you speaks then the other.  Do not look away.  Say only what you are told to say," the Fatui woman continued.  Sucrose turned obediently as instructed and faced, to her surprise, the purple bunny girl.  After the wink, the other woman must have surreptitiously crept closer.  

Standing side-by-side, Sucrose realized the purple bunny had several inches on her.  They were both in heels that added several inches but the other girl was taller still.  Her breasts seemed somehow larger up close and, combined with the height difference, made it quite difficult to look up.  Sucrose eventually did and met the purple bunny's green eyes.  Just as she did so, the air began to tingle with magic. It was a gentle tingling sensation that numbed her thoughts and made it easier to focus on their instructions.  Sucrose spoke first and the purple bunny girl followed.

"You serve the Fatui."  "You belong to the Fatui."

"You are a Fatui servant."  "You are a Fatui thrall."

"You are subservient."  "You are obedient."

"When the Fatui command, you serve."  "When the Fatui command, you obey."

It was easy to fall into a familiar rhythm with the green-eyed girl.  The world seemed to be fading out while the words they were speaking grew louder.  The words were true and Sucrose knew it.  Speaking them made them true.  Hearing them made them true.  

"You are a Fatui slut."  "You are a Fatui whore." 

"You live to please."  "You live to be used."

"You crave the taste of your Fatui Master's cock."  "You crave the taste of your Fatui Mistress' pussy."  

"Your Fatui's master's dick belongs inside your slit."  "Your Fatui Mistress' fingers belong inside your cunt."  

Sucrose's voice was lost in the sea of voices that spoke alongside her.  They spoke in unison.  One side of every pair spoke and then the other.  All the while the other woman's heavy, now half-lidded green eyes were swallowing Sucrose's whole world.  They were drifting closer.  Sucrose was leaning forward.  The other woman was leaning down.

"You are a Fatui sex slave."  "You are a Fatui sex slave."

"You are a Fatui sex slave."  "You are a Fatui sex slave."

"You are a Fatui sex slave."  "You are a Fatui sex slave."

The words imprinted themselves on Sucrose's mind.  She was a Fatui sex slave.  Everything they'd said was true.  Her purpose was to be used.  She was a slut, a whore, and anything else her Mistresses and Masters desired.  She was theirs to make and remake into whatever they wanted.

The realization of her purpose was bliss.  Her body was alive with arousal and desire.  No further words came and her lips sealed themselves against the purple bunny girl's.  They had been drifting together during the chant and now they were together, lost in a sea of submission, obedience, and pleasure.  They were both slaves to the Fatui and they loved it.  Their bodies needed to be used and their tongues found one another to do just that. 

They kissed and lost themselves in the kiss.  They touched one another.  Sucrose felt the large breasts she'd been so entranced by earlier while fingers dug into her butt.  Around them the room had devolved into exotic sounds of lovemaking.  Each pair of bunnies had fallen into the same spell they had and were making out like long lost lovers desperate to kiss and taste every inch of each others' bodies.

"Enough!  You are ready.  You will line up to take your plates and head out," the barking orders ended the trance.  Sucrose wanted more even as her lips broke away from the green-eyed woman.  She looked up into those green eyes framed by long strands of brown hair wanting nothing more than another taste.  As life returned to the other woman's eyes, Sucrose caught the same flash of desire unsatisfied in them.  

Both women were flush with need and arousal.  They wanted to kiss and be kissed.  They were ready and eager to be used by their Fatui betters.  Sucrose knew that no matter how good the other bunny had tasted, nothing would taste better than obedience to the Fatui.