I murmured excitedly through my lips as she brought hers to them, sweeping me away into another kiss. There it was, the passion that I wanted to feel.

This is okay, right… if just this once I let myself go? If heaven forbid, just this once I let myself have fun for a change?

I haven’t had a single enjoyable moment since I left Candace’s side, so you’ll have to excuse me if I give myself a break and just fool around for a little bit. If I give myself just this moment of pleasure before I’m forced to leave this miserable facility and find myself permanently bound to my new master’s side.

I’m never going to see her again, so what’s wrong with having a little one night stand with Elizabeth Griffin~?

But where exactly to start with this woman I wasn’t really sure, because Liz was an oddity among oddities.

The self proclaimed ‘Queen of the Slaves’ had it a lot better than her lesser counterparts, and why shouldn’t she have, she had the exclusive privilege to serve as the better half of the whole operation’s head honcho.

Her husband Cyrus was rich, not quite ‘private plane from island to island’ rich, but still quite a bit wealthier than even his henchmen were, and as a result, his wife was spoiled. At least as long as she was behaved, she got spoiled. If she wasn’t, she was in for a tougher time than most other slaves in the system likely were, or maybe not… from the sounds of it, the facility’s normal clientele were some pretty degenerate people.

Yet unlike those other far less important slaves, Liz had fully embraced her life, and she rocked it.

But at times that meant that she was just as much of an arrogant jackass as her husband was.

There was probably no way for me to be able to outdo Elizabeth when it came to stamina, but she was the one initiating, so I let her make the first move.

Here I went accusing Liz of being the oddball, while I meanwhile was treating sex like a game, but that was nothing new. I had always treated sex like a game, and it was a game that I was always hungry to win. I may have had a good dose of submission drilled into my head, but I still had some fight in me.

I felt her press the skin of her knee into me, trying to squeeze the juices out of me like a fruit, my hungry slit beginning to spill onto her as she crushed my quim under her weight.

She snarled at me, licking her lips as she pulled away. Liz thought of herself as the alpha beast here, and as far as either of us were concerned, she was.

I whined under my breath, my cheeks glowing with embarrassment as I bucked my hips, rubbing my labia against her thigh. My wrists were pinned under the weight of her arms, leaving me right where she wanted me to be, on the bottom. Even worse, I was unable to rip myself free from underneath the stronger woman. She wasn’t Candace by any means, but she was definitely stronger than me.

I chased her sweet plump lips upwards as she pulled away, shoving my tongue into her mouth and wrangling her back down to the bed with me, not so gently nibbling on her lips as we made out. We kept kissing until neither of us could breathe, but even as she tried to pull away again, I wouldn’t let her, biting down on her stupidly soft lip and holding her face captive as I continued to desperately hump her leg.

She let go of my left wrist and pushed herself away, slipping out of my grasp and growling at me, trying to reassert her dominance. With my hand now free, I could have taken the chance to fully push her off of me, try to flip her over and put myself on top, but instead I curled my fingers in her gorgeously painted mint green hair and pulled her head back down, once again holding her hostage in my kiss.

Elizabeth clearly wasn’t expecting this level of fight from me, but I was a lot feistier than I had been when she first met me, and she was loving it. But honestly, who in her right mind wouldn’t love this?

Liz was a prostitute, she clearly had experience with women, but she was dealing with a full blown lesbian, and a hungry one at that.

She pushed away again, snarling at me loud and clear.

Among the many things odd about Liz, one such thing were the modifications made to her body. It was a weird thing to see, but Liz had these weird ring piercings on either side of her labia. They were like loops for strings to go through, she had them for the express purpose of her master being able to control her, and they were currently cinched closed.

My quim was the only one exposed and ready to be toyed with, and Liz knew that. She was doing this to pleasure me, and not herself, and that was something which I appreciated immensely.

This was my last chance to have sex with someone I was even vaguely familiar with before being shipped off to whoever ended up buying me, and I was not letting this opportunity pass me up.

Liz was clearly having fun toying with me, pulling her leg away from me as soon as I tried to rub my clit against it.

“Jerk…” I grimaced, taking one hand and reaching between my legs, getting ready to finger myself. “If you’re not going to let me touch, then back off~!!”

Liz snickered at me, which I responded to by growling. She was a stronger woman than me though, so before I could reach between my legs, she had once again caught me by the wrist, stopping me from pleasuring myself. “Don’t like being edged, puppy?”

“Not by you.” I scoffed at her, biting the inside of my cheek, desperate to touch something.

Liz had me pinned down by both wrists again, but my legs were free. I pulled my knees up to me, sliding my legs between her torso and mine, finding a foothold and shoving her off of me with the full force of both of my legs.

She was strong, but I was clever. She was holding me with her arms, but even with her superior strength, she couldn’t bear the force of my legs as I pried her off of me. She was fun, but she wasn’t as much of a challenge as Candace. Candace was a fun opponent on both a physical and an intellectual level.

I giggled, hearing Liz squeak angrily as I pushed her off of me. Apparently I was a lot stronger than I remembered, because I sent her tumbling off of the bed and onto the floor as well, or perhaps maybe she just lost balance because of her fat tits and huge ass.

Right. My turn then…

I pounced, leaping off of the bed and on top of her on the floor before she had the chance to get up off of her back. She who hesitates is lost, after all.

This wasn’t it. This wasn’t the challenge that I needed and deserved. Sure, she was a physical obstacle to overcome, but she wasn’t as strong as Candace, and with the right leverage I could easily pin Candace down, just like I was doing with Liz now, listening to her snarl at me from below.

I needed someone who could break me down and shove me onto the floor with ease, someone who could break through my shell and put me back in my place, and unfortunately, Liz was not that someone.

Sure, she was a physical challenge, but everyone was a physical challenge to me, not because I was weak, but because I was honestly kind of small. But she was no mental challenge, not like Candace was.

I needed someone to give me that challenge on both fronts, I needed Candace.

Or at the very least, I needed someone like Candace.

The best case scenario for me now would be to end up in the hands of someone like Candace or Cyrus. The two siblings were remarkably similar in many ways, and I chalked that up to them being raised together. They both were naturals at this, dominant to the core, and I needed something like that. But there was no one left in the world who could even come close to either of those two.

Finally, despite Liz’s best efforts to edge me all night, I ended up finishing myself off, fingering myself on top of her.

“Who’s the omega now?”

“Uhh, still you, believe it or not~” Liz snickered, climbing into the bed next to me. “Hope you had fun, though~”

“I did…” I hated to admit it, but I did, even if she wasn’t as much of a challenge as I would have wished. “Thank you, Liz…”

“Don’t mention it, shortstack~” Liz sighed, laying down on her back, relaxing into bed.

We laid there in an awkward silence for a little while afterwards. But that’s kind of how one night stands always go. We both know that we’ll never see each other again after this, but neither of us really have the luxury of being able to leave, being fellow prisoners here.

So we just kind of let the silence speak for itself, neither of us having anything to say to each other. But while I would have liked to take my leave just to ease the awkward silence, I honestly would prefer to spend the night in bed with Liz rather than sleeping in a cell by myself.

Unless that cell happened to be the one attached to Candace’s bedroom…

“I fucked up, Liz…”

It was too much for me, I couldn’t get her off of my mind. I had no moral qualms with the decision that I made that night, but I more than regretted failing my former master. All I wanted now was to be at her side. “Is there really no way that Cyrus can send me back to her?”

Liz sighed under her breath, no longer angry, just sad. “I’ve already tried, Chloe.”

“Surely you can reason with him, if he cares so much, I know he’ll listen if-”

“Do you really want to be with her?” Liz sat up, her large tits bouncing against her chest.

“More than anything…” I nodded to her, frowning. “Really…”

Liz didn’t want to see me go any more than I did. But she was so fiercely loyal to her master that it had become difficult for her to argue with him anymore. Cyrus had such total control of her that she had become his puppet, a vessel for his will, even if she did have that cute clever spark in her. Her puppet master was in total control of her, and there was nothing she could do that could change his mind once he had decided on something. I knew that just as well as she did, but she was my last chance.

“I can try…”

My eyes lit up as soon as I heard her say that, my heart nearly thumping out of my chest at the idea of getting to see my owner again. I didn’t want to belong to someone else, I wanted to belong to Candace. Both Elizabeth and her husband could see how much the two of us loved each other, how much we needed each other, if there was anyone at all in the world who could get us back together, it was Cyrus Griffin. “I’ll do anything, I really will.”

“I’d do anything for my Master, too…” Liz chuckled under her breath just a little, giving me a small smirk. “Just don’t get your dumb little hopes up, I don’t want to see your tiny stupid heart break again, it was depressing enough the first time.”

“Thank you, Liz. I promise… Anything you can manage to do now is mercy.” I couldn’t stop myself from leaning over and wrapping my arms around her shoulders, hugging her as tightly as I possibly could, which she clearly appreciated, just not as much as she appreciated another kiss on the lips.

Cyrus was the only person in the world who could get Candace and I back together at this point, and Liz was probably the only person in the world who could convince him to do so.

But if it sounded too good to be true, that’s because it was.

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I must have fallen asleep in her arms, it was the only way I was going to possibly be able to fall asleep. But before we could wake up naturally, someone else came to do it for us.

“Rise and shine dolls, it’s time to wake up.” It was Jane Colton, the nice woman from the front desk, which I found odd… Why wasn’t she still up at the front desk?

And she wasn’t alone, that man with the scars, Phil Burke, he was with her. Not only that, but so was Dr. Rebecca Larkin and Anthony Schmitt.

P. Burke, J. Colton, R. Larkin, and A. Schmitt.

Those were the names I read on all of those offices on the first floor, they were all here, save for one man.

C. Griffin. The one man I really needed right now was nowhere to be seen. His wife, Elizabeth, was here in bed with me, but Cyrus was missing. The one man who could get me out of this was missing in action.

“Where’s Master?” I wasn’t the only one who noticed that he was absent from his little group of workers, Cyrus’ wife was just as unhappy that he wasn’t here.

“On a plane back from San Francisco.” Phil, Cyrus’ right hand, was the one who stepped into the room first.

San Francisco? Why was he there? My fingers were trembling. I was from San Francisco, and there was absolutely no way that it was a coincidence for him to be there, not after everything that went down between me and his sister. It didn’t make sense for him to be there, especially not alone, so if he’s in San Francisco that must also mean that… Why the fuck is she in San Francisco?

“Why isn’t he here, Phil?” Liz growled at the scarred man as he approached me, trying to protect me from him. “I need to talk to him.”

“He’ll be home within the day, Mrs. Griffin, don’t you worry.” The man with the scars kept quiet, but the other man, Anthony, spoke up instead. “He’s coming straight here to pick you up.”

“But I need to talk to him now.” Liz snarled, hell bent on having a word with Cyrus before letting anyone near me.

“He can’t talk right now, he’s on a plane. Airplane mode exists for a reason.” Nurse Schmitt, Malcolm’s future husband, continued. He was clearly just a little bit distraught judging by the look on his face, a look that I had seen on him when he first came into my cell to do a mental evaluation. “Look, we don’t really want to do this any more than you do, but we have no choice.”

Oh no… I suddenly realized what it was that they were here to do, and I didn’t like it one bit.

“Behave, little dolls.” Jane snickered, pulling a syringe out of her pocket and haphazardly spinning it around. “Little Miss Colton wouldn’t want to have to give you your shots early, Lizzie dear~”

Liz seemed to be taken aback with fear at the seeming threat coming from Jane, as the latter stepped into the room. “Don’t you dare lay a finger on me.”

“I wouldn’t do so without your husband’s permission, don’t you trust me?” Jane snickered, holding the needle out towards us as she stepped inside, followed in by the doctor. “Besides, we’re not here for you… we’re here for her~”

Of course they were here for me, I knew it from the moment they walked inside. “Where are you taking me?”

“To the operating room.” Rebecca stepped inside, gesturing for Phil and Jane to secure me. “We have a small cosmetic operation to get done before your new master takes you home.”

“And how long will that take?” I swallowed nervously, pulling myself away from Liz and moving towards the doctor.

“An otoplasty will only take a couple of hours.” Rebecca tapped her feet impatiently, not even looking up as Phil grabbed a hold of me. “Granted… we only have a few hours.”

“A few hours until what, Ma’am?” I didn’t like where this was going. It can’t be happening already, it was too soon.

“Until your new master takes you home, like I said.” She looked up from her notes just long enough to glare directly into my eyes. “Now stop wasting my time, I don’t have very long.”

“Can I please talk with Cyrus before I go, Ma’am?” Phil grabbed me by both arms, restraining them together behind my back.

“Perhaps you don’t understand, Miss Cavalier.” Rebecca snarled at me, getting angry for the first time since I’d met her. “The reason that Mr. Griffin isn’t here, is to prevent you from pleading for his forgiveness… and since that seems to be the only reason that you wish to speak with him, the answer is a resounding no.”

“But I need to-”

“No buts.” Rebecca shut me down, turning her glare onto Jane. “Ms. Colton, if you will?”

“No, wait…” Liz was snarling angrily, just barely being kept at bay my Anthony’s insistence that this was what her master wanted.

Before anyone responded to her however, I felt a needle pierce its way into my skin as Jane delivered some sort of injection.

And then everything went black.

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I woke up on an operating table, presumably after my surgery was done. There was a ringing in my ears, and an intense pain in my shoulder as I slowly came to, the lights threatening to blind my waking eyes.

“Where… what…” I winced in pain, a sudden terrible stinging in the skin of my ears. I tried reaching out to touch them, but my wrists were shackled to the operating table where I sat. “What did you do to me?”

“An otoplasty is an ear surgery.” It was Anthony again, having been the one left to watch over me. “A cosmetic ear surgery, nothing too terrible, it only took about an hour.”

“Cosmetic… why?” I winced, still trying to slip my hands free from the shackles. “What kind of cosmetic?”

“Your new master has… a very specific thing that they like from their slaves…” Anthony smiled, pulling out a mirror for me to look at my reflection. “Take a look see.”

I gasped, my eyes going wide with shocked horror. My outer ears were covered in bandages, but it was clear to see what had happened to them. “They’re… pointed?”

“Like an elf!!” Anthony chuckled for a couple seconds, before quickly stopping as he saw my visible discomfort. “Sorry… Malcolm and I are both big d&d fans…”

“Great… Because that’s exactly what I want… to fulfill some sicko’s dumb fantasy elf fetish.” I scoffed angrily, once again unable to refrain from speaking my thoughts. “Oh, god damn it… it’s this fucking drug again.”

“I would suggest trying to settle down before you see your new owner, hon.” He tried to calm me down, but I was having none of it.

“Why should I care what they think of me?” I gritted my teeth, shaking my head angrily. “I don’t think very much of them…”

“You don’t even know who they are, Chloe.”

“Yeah, and I don’t really care.” I couldn’t even look him in the eyes, I was too upset. “They aren’t Candace, so I already know I don’t want to be with them.”

Anthony groaned, clearly not wanting to get stern with me. “You had your chance with Candace.”

“Yeah, and I fucked it all up, whatever…” I wouldn’t usually be like this, but they used the same anesthetic as they had when I had my first surgery. “I would prefer you kill me than give me away to someone that isn’t her.”

“I’m sure you do, and I’m sure you love her a lot… but if you wanted that you should have mentioned it sooner, we could have pulled something, and she would have been none the wiser.” Anthony frowned, waiting for me to settle down before he began to undo my restraints. “But more importantly, I don’t think that’s what Candace wants, is it?”

“No. She doesn’t. It kind of pisses me off. I wish she was at least man enough to get possessive…” I sighed, cooperating with him as he released my wrists from the operating table. Being a trans girl, Candace would hate hearing the phrase man enough when it came to describing her, and I knew that, I just couldn’t stop it from coming out of my mouth. “It would be almost romantic if she had me killed so that no one else could have me. That I could get behind.”

“Well then I guess you’ll just have to get behind whatever your new master wants for you.” Anthony smiled, helping me off of the table and out of the room, covering me in a robe.

But before he was able to cover me in said robe, I got a good look at myself in the mirror, and I almost shrieked as I saw my lower back.

Liz had succeeded in burning over one of my brands, Candace’s initials were nowhere to be seen. But she had only burned off that one brand, and Candace had given me two. Right there where it had been for months was that demented nautilus shell, the symbol of the zerg right there on my body, just like a tramp stamp. “You’ve got to me kidding me…”

“We don’t really have time to take care of that, I’m afraid. Besides, your new owner is at least a bit of a nerd, clearly. I’m sure they won’t really mind it.”

“Why even turn me into an elf… Do they really want to dehumanize me that badly?”

“It would appear so… Look, it’s important for some master’s to give their slaves visual reminders that they are no longer human.”

“I guess so…” I sighed angrily, murmuring to myself under my breath. I wasn’t ready for this just yet. “Who is my new master yet, anyways?”

“Completely confidential, I’m afraid…” That wasn’t at all an answer that I appreciated. “Not even I know for sure.”

“Eugh, why do you people have to be so difficult?”

“We’re not difficult… we’re just doing our job.”

Anthony led me directly to the offices up front, stopping at one that was labelled R. Hastings. “This is where I’ve got to say goodbye, I’m afraid… but I want you to know that Malcolm and I are both going to be thinking about you.”

That was such a sweet thought. I missed Malcolm, maybe not as much as I missed Candace, but I definitely missed him. “Thank you, Anthony… I hope the wedding is as wonderful as you both…”

I sighed with despair, watching him smile and walk away after giving me a hug goodbye. Then I was just left with the people inside of this office, which included a woman who I had yet to meet, the titular Ms. Hastings. “Mrs. Griffin would like to say her goodbyes before you’re handed off, Ms. Cavalier.”

“It’s okay, Rachel.” Liz exited out of the room as soon as she realized I was outside of the door, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me into a gentle hug goodbye before I was taken away one final time. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t do anything to help, Chloe…”

“It’s okay, Liz… there wasn’t anything you could do…” I smiled at her, sad but content, trying not to let her see my heart break once more. “I’m gonna be okay, I promise…”

“I’m going to miss your stupid face, Chloe.” She shook her head in disbelief, taking it one step further and giving me a kiss on the lips to say goodbye.

“I’m gonna miss you too, Liz…” I smiled, watching Ms. Hasting lead her back into the office, hanging my head in defeat as Rachel handed me off to Phil and Jane to be taken outside and delivered to my new master.

↞✶↠

I didn’t know who I was expecting, but I was relieved to see who I got.

It was that woman, the freakishly tall brunette with the cane, standing in the lobby outside, with the pitch black of night outside as a backdrop behind her, and it looked like she was on her phone.

I couldn’t help but smile as I saw her, and so did she when she got a look at me, deciding to quickly wrap up her phone call so that she could get at me as soon as possible. “Oh. I’m afraid I’m going to have to let you go darling… but it was nice getting to hear from you again… I hope we can talk again soon… I love you… buh bye~”

She smiled eagerly, stepping towards me, and thanks to the drugs running through my head, I couldn’t help but to ask what was on my mind. “Was that your daughter?”

“That was my little sister, actually.” Both Phil and Jane briefly began to panic as I spoke out of line, but the woman’s response quickly put them at ease. “I haven’t heard from her in years… but she’s out on a trip, and she decided to give me a call~”

“That sounds nice.” She didn’t offer any objections, so I just continued to talk. “Where is she now, then?”

The woman whose name I still didn’t know also continued to talk. “Oh, it’s slipping my mind… somewhere in California from the sounds of it.”

“I’m from California.” I smiled at her, relieved that it was her out here and not the man who had raped me the previous day. “San Francisco, to be exact.”

Her greyish blue eyes seemed to light up as she smiled. “I do think she’s in San Francisco now, actually~”

My brain was frazzled, I knew that sounded odd, but I couldn’t remember exactly why. “Are you… the one who bought me?”

“I am indeed~” She grinned, stepping towards me, gesturing the workers behind me to back off. “I just couldn’t let you end up as property of someone who was going to mistreat you.”

“I appreciate it.” I smiled at her, blushing ever so slightly.

“Do go on and show me some respect, young lady.” She scolded me, but she did it light heartedly, keeping in spirit with our exchange of words up to this. “I do own you now, you know. Show me the due respect that I deserve, my darling little maid~”

I missed Candace. I missed Candace a lot, but maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. “Yes, Ma’am. My apologies.”

She giggled eagerly as I bowed for her, showing my respect to her for the first time. “Much better~”

“Thank you, Ma’am…” I swallowed nervously, straightening out my posture to demonstrate my training to her. “I won’t let you down, I promise…”

“You’re one of my belongings now, then…” She smiled at me, stepping past me and towards Jane. “I don’t suppose I have any other belongings to pick up, do I?”

Ms. Colton nodded her head, retrieving the personal items that Leah delivered to her when she came to drop me off here, the bundle of things now packed into a small bag instead of a tray. She stopped for a moment, peeking inside of it and pulling out a single thing.

A bracelet, but not just any bracelet. The one that controlled my collar.

“Oh, bloody excellent… so your collar is one of my family’s.” She was bubbling with excitement, slipping the bracelet onto her wrist and turning to face me, smiling at me with genuine delight.

“Y-your family?” I swallowed nervously, not exactly liking where this was going at all. “What about your family, Miss?”

“It’s your collar. My family designed these collars for our slaves, I have three currently strapped to the throats of my girls at home, it’s perfect.” She hummed eagerly, pressing a button on the bracelet and basking in delight at my reaction as she turned it on. “And that means I already know exactly how to use it~”

“Y-yes, Ma’am… that… that’s great…” I swallowed nervously, a terrified lump caught in my throat. “Your family… wh-what did you say your name was, if I may be allowed to ask?”

“Oh, don’t you worry about that… my siblings and I all use different last names anyways, which are in turn different from our father’s last name.” She walked up to me, tugging on my collar to make sure it was tight around my neck, and that it wasn’t coming off. Ever. “We don’t have much of a family name for you to be able to recognize anyways…”

“Yes, Ma’am…” My heart twisted inside of my chest as I got ready to pledge my loyalty and obedience to her for the first time. “My name is Chloe, and before I begin to serve as your slave, I would love to know the name of the woman who I belong to… may I ask your name?”

“Of course you may, darling.” She extended one hand, waiting for me to place mine into it and kneel at her feet before continuing. “My name is Claudia Mariam. My colleagues call me Ms. Mariam, and my wife has the distinct honor of getting to call me Claudia, but you, my slave…”

“You are to call me Master.”