Chapter 2 - Chapter 2

Well, I missed this weekend's update because Life got in the way, so here's a belated chapter. I want to keep as close to my normal schedule as possible, so I'll try to get another chapter up this weekend. It'll probably be on Sunday, though. I don't know which chapter it'll be for, either.

This chapter rather more roughly noncon than I usually write, but it's what fitted in the story.

Content: ff, fm, oral, rimming, vaginal, noncon.

It was several days before Zyria and Miri managed to make any further progress in their escape. They needed the opportunity of some time to themselves, and Irina seemed to have little inclination to leave the apartment, preferring to watch her new 'pet' at her chores. She didn't interact much with Zyria, but she was always there, watching. At first, Zyria thought that she might suspect something, but Miri reassured her that when she had first arrived here, Irina had spent a lot of time watching her, too. She just seemed to want to bask in her 'ownership' of them.

Mr. Blaidwick -- Zyria tried to think of him as 'Lee' -- was, in contrast, almost never home. He spent a lot of time at the office, often not getting home in time for dinner but arriving late and going almost directly to bed. The only contact he'd had with Zyria was another 'inspection', much of which he spent glancing at his tablet.

The first sign of their opportunity came when Zyria was -- unnecessarily, she thought -- dusting the living room a week after she'd first arrived. Irina was on the couch, working on her tablet, and Zyria tried to position herself so that she could catch a glimpse of her screen, an attempt that was complicated by the fact that Irina kept shifting position.

Finally, however, she managed to catch a couple of sentences of what Irina was writing:

I'll be in the office most of the end of next week, because Lee and I are taking a week off.
-be at home, but we'll be out of contact. We want so spend some time together after the last few busy months.
-you afterwards,

Then Irina turned in her seat again and Zyria lost her view of the screen. Zyria tried to act normally while thinking furiously. It sounded like they would have an opportunity to maybe break free soon, if only they could hold out for another week. Well, Miri had held out for a year already, so I should be able to as well, she thought to herself.

It was hard not to tell Miri as soon as she saw her, but she managed to wait until they were back in their room for the night, and then tapped out a quick summary on Miri's palm as they were lying in bed. It was good to see Miri's hopeful expression, even if she had to hide it immediately.

***

The next few days, the chores Irina was making them do felt much lighter. Even when she had her and Zyria perform a strip show for her after dinner one night, Zyria almost felt good about it. She certainly managed to dance energetically when commanded, and leaning against Miri afterwards, in the afterglow of exercise, was the best she'd felt since arriving in the Blaidwicks' apartment.

Their relief was dampened a little the next day when Lee arrived home before dinner, and further when he joined Irina on the couch in the living room and called Zyria and Miri to join them when they had cleaned up after dinner.

Zyria entered the room with trepidation, Miri following after her. She kept her head down, glancing up only once to see Irina and Lee sitting side-by-side on the couch. She and Zyria approached, ending up a few feet in front of their 'owners', looking down with their hands crossed in front of them.

"Good," Irina said. "You see, dear, our pet's training is going well. So obedient," she purred.

"Hmph," Lee huffed. "Let's see if she's as attentive as Miri. Come on, you two. Undress for us."

He waved a hand lazily, and Zyria suppressed a sigh. She glanced aside at Miri, who was pulling down her skirt with quickly, and followed her example. Moments later, two sets of clothing were lying on the thick white carpet, and Zyria felt the Blaidwicks' gaze on her body.

"Come here," Irina commanded, and Zyria strode forward quickly. Just get through this, she told herself, you'll gt out of here soon. She came to a stop in front of Irina, still keeping her head down and her eyes fixed on Irina's feet.

"Now kneel, and crawl forward," Irina said, adding, "Good pet!" when Zyria obeyed quickly. A quick rush of pleasure went through Zyria, followed by a feeling of satisfaction. They didn't suspect anything of her and Miri's plans.

She played along and leaned into Irina's hand when she leaned forward and scratched her head. Getting scratched behind the ears still felt really good. Then Irina hooked a ringer in Zyria's collar and pulled her forward and up slightly. Zyria was surprised when lips were pressed against hers and her mouth was claimed in a rough kiss, ending with sharp teeth nipping at her bottom lip.

"I've seen you dance, and I've seen Miri play with you, my pretty pet," the woman said, sharp nails pricking Zyria's neck, "but now I want to see your talent at pleasing me. Your file at the Directorate says you've had plenty of practice with woman, and it hints that you like to play with your other selves after a mission, so I hope you won't disappoint me..."

Zyria steeled herself. "What would you like me to do, Mistress?"

She heard the smug smile in Irina's voice as she commanded, "First, undress me. But be careful and fold the clothes properly!"

Zyria rose to her knees and began unbuttoning Irina's blouse. Why the woman felt the need to dress up even in her own home, she had no idea. Soon, the blouse was fully open and Zyria carefully removed it, directing Irina's limbs as the womandsmiled down at her. She saw now that her ample breasts were supported by a sheer, lacy white bra, the dark circles of her areolas and nipples clearly visible through the material. Zyria had to admit, if only to herself, that Irina Blaidwick was a very attractive woman. She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around the woman and fumbling for a moment with the clasp of her bra until it opened and her breasts swung free. She pulled the bra off all the way, eyes  drawn involuntarily to the woman's well-shaped breasts. There was a shameful, involuntary tingle of excitement low in her belly.

The bra joined the folded-up blouse on the table by the couch and Zyria turned back, this time unsnapping the buttons on the side of Irina's skirt. The woman grunted appreciatively and lifter herself off the couch slightly to give Zyria access to slide the skirt down her legs. Then she was sitting there in only her sheer white panties, her legs spread so that she kept drawing Zyria's attention as she folded the skirt and put it away.

She knelt down again, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of Irina's panties and pulled them down her legs. The crotch stuck to the woman's pussy lips for a moment. She was already getting wet.

When Zyria had put the panties away as well, Irina leaned forward and took her head in both hands, tilting her face up until Irina could look into her eyes. Zyria could feel her nails prick the skin on the back of her head, a warning to accompany the velvet sound of the woman's voice. "Now, pet, let's see you put that tongue to use, shall we?"

Irina guide Zyria down until her muzzle approached the woman's pussy. The smell of her arousal filled Zyria's nostrils, her enhanced sense of smell increasing the intoxicating effect of the scent. Zyria found that her concerns about her broader situation were very far away, drowned out for the moment by the scent and sight in front of her and the building sensation of pleasure between her own legs.

She gave in for the moment and dove forward, sticking out her tongue and licking a broad swathe up het 'mistress's' damp pussy. The woman gasped at the contact, and her nails pricked Zyria's skin again. She smirked internally. This body, together with its catlike look, also had a more catlike, rough tongue. She could imagine how intense it must feel to the woman in front of her as she continued lapping at the outside of her cunt, savoring the taste.

It took only a few licks for Irina to get very wet, enough so that Zyria's long tongue -- another advantage of this body -- could easily slip between the outer lips and into her folds. The effect was immediate. Irina let out a shriek of pleasure, the thighs next to Zyria's head jerking spasmodically as she opened her mouth further and thrust her tongue inside as deep as it would go. She kept going, licking the inside of Irina's folds as her teeth lightly touched the woman's clit through the hood it was quickly emerging from.

"Hmmm, good girl..."

Zyria heard the words but they didn't really register, absorbed as she was in her task. Everything around her faded into the background as she concentrated on the feast in front of her, licking, nipping, and flicking her tongue at it.. She'd always liked a good eating-out, from either side, and her own excitement rose as she explored and tasted. She was dimply aware of the still-new feeling of dampness on the fur of her thighs as her own pussy began to get wet as well.

It took her only a few minutes to bring Irina to her peak, another wordless shout echoing in Zyria's ears as a sudden burst of extra fluids soaked her muzzle. A perverse thought in the back of her mind pointed out that she hadn't been told to stop yet, so she kept licking even as Irina trembled and twitched in her seat. Finally, she subsided and sharp-nailed fingers took Zyria by the scruff of her neck and pulled her away.

"That's enough, pet," Irina breathed, as Zyria sat back on her haunches. "I think we won't need to train you much in that area, at least."

Zyria felt a rush of smug pleasure that at least this skill was acknowledged. Then she followed Irina's gaze as she turned her head. At the other end of the couch, Lee was in a similar position as Irina had been, sprawled back in his seat as Miri worked between her legs. For a second, Zyria marveled at how absorbed she must have been in her task to miss the wet sounds and choking noises emanating from the other two as Miri worked at his cock. Then her gaze was drawn to the cock itself, occasionally visible when Miri came up for air. It was purplish, red along it while length, and from what Zyria could see it was almost as thick as her wrist -- at least this lanky body's wrist -- and with thick ridges spaced along its length, half an inch apart.

Irina must have followed her gaze, because a hand suddenly stroked her head as a voice purred, "He had that grafted a while a go. There are advantages to running a biotech company." She leaned closer and whispered into Zyria's ear, "I';s based on a Guardian Beast's, you know. Oh, the normal models we sell to the public don't have genitals, of course, but we sometimes make a few for... special orders, and then we use the anatomy from the source organism."

She leaned back as Lee pushed Miri's head down, choking her with his length.  He trembled and thrust his hips forward and Zyria saw Miri's throat work frantically. It wasn't enough. Suddenly, a flood of white fluid erupted from Miri's mouth around his cock and dribbled down her chin and over her chest. Finally, Lee released her head and Miri pulled back, choking and coughing, her face now covered in his cum. Zyria caught a glimpse of his cock, before it softened and disappeared behind his leg. It was at least ten inches long and as thick as she'd thought.

A finger hooked in Zyria's collar as the woman continued, "It's going inside you soon, you know," and she pulled Zyria down as she flinched involuntarily at the thought. "It can be very pleasurable, if he's gently, you know. So behave, and he will be."

Zyria restrained herself from lashing out at her. She couldn't se a remote on her, but Lee, at least, had one lying right beside his leg and Zyria didn't doubt that he would use it without hesitation if his wife was threatened.

"I think your friend is ready for us now. Come along, pet." Irina stood up and stepped towards the other two, pulling on Zyria's collar and making her crawl forward alongside her.

Miri had recovered from her choking fit and was not sitting back on her haunches, hands on her knees and face blank. She hadn't cleaned up or even wiped her face, and her entire front was still covered in Lee's cum. He must have tweaked his balls, too, Zyria thought, because that's way more cum than a normal guy could ever produce.

She exchanged a commiserating glance with Miri as Irina leaned down and kissed her husband fiercely. They both turned to look her over, and she was suddenly very aware of the fact that her ow arousal had to be clearly visible by the way her nipples poked through the fur on her breasts and the wetness on her thighs.

"Has she been a good pet, dear?" Lee asked his wife, staring at Zyria.

"Very good," Irina answered.. She bent down and stroked Zyria again. "And I think our kitten can help us a little more. Can't you, pet?"

Zyria didn't know what she was getting at, put nodded obediently.

"Good." She pulled at Zyria's collar again, bringing her close to Miri. "Then I think you should use that nice kitty tongue of yours to clean up your friend before we continue, don't you agree?"

Zyria didn't have time to say anything before her nose was pressed to Miri's chest, next to a thick rivulet of cum. She made eye contact with Miri, who shrugged fractionally. Oh well, she thought, we just have to make it through tonight.

She opened her mouth and licked a long path up Miri's chest, the edge of her tongue hitting Miri's nipple as she began cleaning the cum off. It was a taste she liked, on occasion and she tried once again to put the circumstances out of her mind and to concentrate on the way her colleague shivered under her attentions. She quickly cleaned Miri's chest, paying extra attention to her soft breasts, and then moved on to her neck, placing a couple of nips along her jawline and enjoying the way her breathing hitched. Finally, she moved on to her face, licking her cheeks clean before diving in for a quick, deep kiss, delivering the last load of cum back into Miri's mouth.

"Good girl..." Irina said, scratching Zyria behind the ears again. She really had to resist leaning into the gesture. She was going to play along and make it look good, but that, she felt, would be letting them get to her. She was perversely grateful when the scratching hand moved and she was pulled up by her collar again led over to the big table.

"Get on and lie on your back," Irina ordered her. Zyria scrambled onto the table while Irina walked back and retrieved Miri, Lee following after them with an amused smirk on his face. When they returned, Irina roughly positioned her on the table until her legs were hanging over the edge and spread apart by Irina's hands. Lee pushed her down with a hand on her chest when she tried to see what was going on, and she only caught a glimpse of Miri's head, a hand tangled in her pink hair as Irina pulled her toward Zyria's crotch.

"Prepare her," Lee barked at Miri, and Zyria had only a moment to brace herself before Miri's hands were on her thighs and her skilled tongue flicked across her clit. It moved quickly to between her folds, lubricating her pussy both with her saliva and by spreading around Zyria's own fluids. Zyria's thighs trembled and she fought to stop herself from pinning Miri's head in place.

Zyria started to raise her head to look at Miri, but a hand on her head turned her around to the side. She was close to the edge of the table, and now she came face-to-face with Lee's cock. Irina was standing behind him and was slowly stroking it, and it was already half-hard again. Zyria's eyes focused with difficult on the tool in front of her face, on its purplish length and on the swollen, pointed tip and swallowed nervously.

A quiet voice at the back of her mind, the voice that came from her training as a spy, began running through an analysis. It pointed out that this kind of genital grafting was not common in wealthy professionals, and fitted more with younger people who had grown up with easier access to body modification, and about what this said about her 'master'.

It was interrupted when Irina twisted her wrist and Lee's cock hit her gently on the face, the fluids from Miri's blowjob leaving a cold spot on her cheek. The smell of it hit her nostrils at the same time as another burst of pleasure as Miri's efforts kept pushing her closer to the edge, and she groaned.

"Look at it, pet," Irina said, playing the tip over her lips. "He's going to fuck you in a minute, as soon as he's hard again. Would you like that?"

Zyria knew what was expected of her, and after a moment's hesitation she nodded.

"Out loud, pet. Would you like your master to fuck you?"

She suppressed a groan but said, "Yes, mistress."

"Good pet." Irina's hand let go of the throbbing cock momentarily and stroked her cheek, leaving a trail of cum. The cock, almost at full length and hardness by now, jumped up and pointed skywards, the motion splattering a few drops of cum across Zyria's face. She resisted making a face as he smirked at her and went to stand by Miri.

Her view of them was blocked when Irina leaned forward and put one hand on her throat, holding her down while she kissed her aggressively, tongue wrestling with hers and sharp teeth nipping at her lips. In combination with Miri's continuing efforts on her pussy, Zyria had to fight to keep from moaning. Then, just as abruptly as she had started, she let up and rested her cheek against Zyria's, her hair falling over Zyria's eyes.

"I like your fur. So soft. I'm glad we chose you for our pet. Now, I think you're just about ready."

A whine of disappointment escape Zyria's mouth as Miri's tongue was abruptly taken away, followed pu a gasp as the hot, pointed tip of Lee's cock prodded between her nether lips. She had just a moment to register what was happening before hands grasped her thighs hard, fingers digging into her skin, and his cock slid into her, ever-so-slowly but relentlessly. She felt every ridge as it enter her, sliding slickly along her inner walls and stretching her wide.

She scrabbled at the table until a hand was suddenly at her wrist and Irina's face appeared inches from hers. She pinned Zyria to the table with one hand on her wrist and the other on her throat, almost choking her as her eye's looked into Zyria's, close enough that her breath tickled Zyria's nose.

Eventually, Lee stopped moving, his hips brushing the inside of hers, and his hands loosened their grip. Zyria tried to breathe deeply as she got used to his tick cock nestled inside her channel.

"He's inside you now. What do you say?"

Zyria, nearly overwhelmed by the sensations, replied without thinking, "Thank you, Mistress."

She caught Irina's smirk just a second before a hand slapped her thigh, jostling her hips and sending a bolt of pleasure through her body.

"I'm not the one you should be thanking. Now, try again."

"T-thank, you, Master."

This time the smirk was more satisfied, and Lee's voice came from behind Irina, "Well done, pet."

Irina's hand left Zyria's wrist and moved to her chest, tweaking a nipple gently. "He's not all the way inside, yet. Do you want the rest, too?"

All the different sensations -- the thick cock inside her, the fingers on her nipple, the now-gentler hand resting on her throat -- and the pleasure from Miri's tongue on her clit earlier still running through her body made it hard for Zyria to think or to care about her circumstances.

"Y-yes," she stammered, adding, "Mistress," when the fingers on her nipple twisted it to the edge of pain.

"Well then, dear, let's give our pet what she wants," Irina said, leaning down to kiss her again.

Her mouth caught Zyria's moan as Lee moved again, thrusting the rest of his rod into her more roughly, the slight taper of his cock stretching her out even more. He immediately pulled back out a couple of inches, leaving Zyria feeling empty for a moment before he thrust in again, not gentle at all this time.

His hips slapped into her as he began pounding her, heavy balls slapping against her ass and getting covered in their mingled fluids leaking from Zyria's cunt. With each thrust, the ridges along his shaft and the bumping of his crotch into her clit send another wave of pleasure through her, and within a few minutes she was moaning continually into Irina's mouth as their tongues played against each other. Irina pulled back, pushing Zyria back down by her throat as she tried to follow to keep the kiss going.

"Don't worry, pet. You'll get to keep using that eager tongue of yours," she said.

She hopped onto the table and swung a leg over Zyria's head, knelt down facing her husband, and dropped down, pressing her wet pussy against Zyria's face. Zyria, her mind fogging with lust, didn't even hesitate but dove in, swiping her tongue along her folds and bringing her hands to Irina's thighs to keep her pressed down. She was vaguely aware of a chuckle, but didn't pay attention to it as she concentrated on the feast in front of her.

Soon Zyria's moans were joined by Irina's, which were quickly cut off and replaced by the sound of aggressive kissing. Lee picked up the pace, pounding rapidly into Zyria's dripping pussy as it got used to the girth of his cock and accepted him easily. After only a few minutes, Zyria had completely lost track of her surroundings. The only things in the universe were the wet cunt on her face and the thick tool in her cunt. Neither she nor Lee paused in their movements as she came, her orgasm rolling through her and making her channel clench around Lee's cock while her tongue's movement only sped up.

After a while -- Zyria had no idea after how long -- she heard Irina's voice call out an order to Miri, who appeared in her view moments later. Irina bent forward, thrusting her ass back, and Zyria saw Miri stick out her pink tongue and slather Irina's crinkled rear hole in saliva. She looked on, mesmerized  inn her sexual haze, as Miri began licking Irina's ass with the same intensity Zyria was applying to her efforts on her cunt.  She swiped and prodded at it with her tongue until it was shining with wetness and began to relax, then stiffened her tongue and thrust it inside.

At first, her tongue went inside only about half an inch, but soon the ring of muscle relaxed further and gaped open wider and Miri's tongue disappeared into it as far as possible. Even with her mind clouded by the pleasure rolling through her body and another building orgasm, Zyria watched with fascinated eyes. She'd done anal before, and had even enjoyed some rimming with her other selves after a mission, but this display, inches from her face, quickly had a fire building in her belly. It took only a few more pounding thrusts from the Lee's cock in her cunt to set her off again.

She stiffened, her fingers digging into Irina's thighs and her tongue moving spastically against her clit, as a mind-blowing orgasm overcame her. She was aware of her cunt spasming and clenching around Lee's cock, trying to milk it dry. It was enough to push him over the edge, too. She felt his thick shaft jerk and pulse inside her, and soon a flood of hot cum erupted into her, bathing her insides in sticky white fluid.

The last straw for Zyria was when Irina let out a loud shout and her asshole spasmed in front of Zyria's eyes, clenching around Miri's thrusting tongue. Irina slumped down, her pussy pressing down on Zyria's mouth and nose, smothering her in warm, wet flesh. As Zyria came down from her peak, vaguely aware of the cum being squeezed out around the giant cock still buried deep inside her, she found she could no longer breathe. She struggled feeble with arms still weak from her orgasm, but was unable to dislodge Irina. She had time to think, so much for enhance lung capacity, before spots appeared in front of her vision and, with a last tremble of pleasure as Lee flicked her clit, she passed out.

***

Zyria came to, feeling weak and sore all over. It took her a few minutes before she became aware of muffled voices in the distance and a warm body against her side. She blinked her eyes open slowly, feeling sticky from dried fluids, and saw the ceiling of the Blaidwicks' living room. She raised her head to see that the body next to her was Miri, looking at her with a sympathetic expression on her face.

She propped herself up on an elbow and looked around. The two of them were lying on the same table, and they were both covered in half-dried, gooey white cum. There was a puddle of it by here pussy, but it was also on her chest, her face and all over Miri's body.

"What happened?" she croaked.

Miri smiled ruefully and slid off the table, standing on visibly unsteady legs. "You passed out right after --" she flicked her eyes toward the door "-- the Master came in you. He felt he hadn't marked his new 'possession' enough, yet, so he made me bring him off a few more times, with the Mistress', help, and came on you each time. He said you should know what his cum felt like, if you were going to serve him."

"Oh," Zyria said. She wasn't as disgusted as she would have thought. Somehow, the feeling of cum coating her body and soaking into her fur made a little feeling of pleasure uncoil inside her. She tried to ignore it. "Did that tell us to do anything more or can we go get cleaned up?"

Miri held out a hand and Zyria let herself get helped to her feet. "We're dismissed for the evening, and we can go take a shower. I was just waiting for you to wake up. I was worried for a bit, but the Mistress said you were still breathing properly and had just passed out."

Zyria stretched. Her pussy still felt sore. "Let's go, then." She sighed. "If they're going to be home for a week after this weekend, I'm guessing we're going to have more days like this." She didn't mention to Miri that she felt a perverse anticipation at the thought.

"I guess."

Miri's hand curled around hers, and her fingers swiped over her palm. Escape this weekend?

Yes. Plan tomorrow. Zyria pushed aside the vague disappointment at the thought of leaving here. Even if her captivity had revealed a couple new kinks to her, she would be able to satisfy those elsewhere.

It took nearly an hour, and half a bottle of shampoo, to get all the cum and other fluids out of her fur, even with Miri's help.
