We were in the huge tiled bathtub in Gyn's Demon Realm home. My She-demon lover bathed my wounded back and bottom with hot water from a large seashell. I could feel the warmth and pressure of her lips on my body as she kissed where the whip had left permanent marks on my skin. My nubbin throbbed pleasurably in its little platinum prison as my body was caressed and kissed all over.
"When we're together," Gyn said "I'll heal these marks properly, my sweet Linzi, and no one will ever abuse you like that, ever again!"
"How do these dreams of us together feel so real?" I asked, feeling Gyn's nipples press lightly against my back as she drew my body back against hers in the deliciously warm, rose pink coloured, water.
"We're not dreaming," Gyn explained "our natures are communicating while our bodies are asleep. We're creating the environment around us, so we create sensory input from it just as if we were awake."
"Like virtual reality?" I asked.
"Well, you'd need one hell of a broadband connection for a VR experience like this!" she laughed as I turned my lips to hers, hungry for her kiss.
Later, we were lying in her huge bed, on the fur coverlet, our arms around one another.
"By the way, not to be impatient or anything," I said "but there is some sort of plan to get me away from Zhang, isn't there?"
"Well, I could transform myself into a female rhinoceros, then smash my way into the Red House and carry you away on my back," Gyn said, smiling "or maybe a giant gorilla, then I could climb up a tall building with you and swat a few biplanes!" she continued, making me laugh. "But people could get hurt and I get the feeling that would attract the wrong sort of attention, which in this case is any attention, my darling Linzi. I'm afraid we'll have to wait for an opportunity to present itself."
And present itself one did.
A few days later, I was at last back in the underground gym, working myself back to full fitness under Handler's watchful eye. After my shower, I checked the peg with my number over it to find a maid's uniform instead of my normal short housecoat. As I held the outfit in my hands, unsure of what was going on, Handler wandered over.
"Orders from Master Zhang," he said "you're staff during the day and evening, until further notice."
There was no arguing with Master Zhang's 'solution'. I pulled on the staff uniform and reported to the head of staff to receive my job list, which was basically the same as what I had already been doing, except I was now employed in cleaning the public areas of the club. In the evening, I changed into a waitress uniform and served tables in the restaurant. Inquiries regarding the availability for service of sixty-eight were politely deflected for several days, until one evening I noticed the sadist with the skinny little cock arguing with the Maitre d', while gesticulating and pointing in my direction. He finally gave up, a look of anger on his face, but before leaving he strode over to me, put his face right up to mine, and said:
"You'll feel my cock taking you again, soon enough, slave!"
"That would suggest that I felt Master's needle dick in me the first time," I replied "which, despite the tightness of my pussy, I did not."
He raised his hand as if to strike me, then thought better of it. "You'll get worse, much worse, from me next time for that, smart mouthed slut!" he said, before turning away and storming off.
Not if I can help it, I thought to myself.
I continued in my new, boring, role for several days, until the evening I was told that I would be serving Master Zhang, who was making an unscheduled visit with an important guest. The guest turned out to be Young Master Zhang, his son, who took a great interest in me right from the moment I escorted them to the best table in the house. I was as attentive to their requirements and as diligent in my service as I possibly could be, given my lack of experience; they both seemed satisfied in any case. Then Young Master Zhang addressed me directly:
"Sixty-eight," he said "the slave with the Triskele button, am I correct?"
