Dr. Talbot has been approached by Lieutenant Chandra, a member of the Bellerophon's security team. Commander Stark, the ship's second-command has gone missing and a local aristocrat has been implicated in her disappearance. A plan is hatched: Jane and Gita will disguise themselves as fems to infiltrate the lord's manor house along with Professor Varsenne and one of Gita's subordinates who will play the role of her sire.
"We should get going," Varsenne said. "Lord Champolleon is expecting us."
He produced a black leather leash and clipped it to Jane's collar.
"Come Pip."
Looking very uncomfortable, Corporal Marcus harnessed Gita as well.
Come... uh ... Frisk."
He gave the leash a tug, and the lieutenant fell into step a few feet behind him. She walked with her head down, mortified by her new role as a fem.
Jane had assumed they would leave by the garden gate they had used before, but instead Varsenne led them out through the cloisters. Jane and Gita found themselves being paraded naked through the heart of the university campus.
They soon crossed paths with a group of students--young oms on their way to class. This was the first test of their deception. Did Gita make a convincing fem?
The young men glanced at the human officers with casual lust, clearly enjoying the view, but giving no indication they saw anything suspicious about the two leashed women.
Jane was particularly pleased with how Lt. Chandra behaved. Even though she was clearly embarrassed, Gita kept her hands down at her sides and let them look. Maybe their plan would work.
A carriage was waiting for them in the university forecourt--an elegant landau with its top down. Varsenne opened the carriage door and Jane and Gita scrambled inside. Unlike the hard wooden benches of the cab, the landau's seats were padded velvet, which felt lovely on Jane's bare bottom. As soon as the two men joined them, the carriage driver cracked his whip and they set out for Lord Champolleon's estate.
The route took them through a rolling landscape of woods and hills. The afternoon sun felt delicious on Jane's bare skin, and the wind blew Gita's messy dark hair around, offering tantalizing glimpses of her tawny breasts with their thick brown nipples. Cpl. Marcus sat stiffly opposite her with his hands on his knees, conspicuously averting his eyes from his commanding officer's exposed pussy.
The view was hard to ignore. Lt. Chandra's dark, fleshy lips were slightly parted in an intimate pout. A hint of moisture glistened within.
Jane wondered if it had occurred to the young marine that since he was Lt. Chandra's sire now, he could fuck her whenever he wanted--even right out in public. She was his for the taking.
As they drew near the main house, they passed a half-dozen naked young women frolicking in a field. Jane looked closely to see if any of them resembled Commander Stark, but none of them did. With her fiery red hair, the commander would have stood out instantly among the herd of blondes and brunettes, but there was no sign of her.
Several other carriages arrived about the same time they did--more of Lord Champolleon's guests. Jane watched as a procession of elegantly-dressed oms debouched from their gigs and proceeded to the front door, where two liveried footmen waited to show them inside.
None of the oms were accompanied by fems. Jane and Gita were the only women.
Varsenne tugged Jane's leash, coaxing her down out of the landau onto the gravel drive. Jane thought they would head straight to the front door, but instead her sire led her wincing across the gravel to a narrow strip of grass.
The implication was clear. He was giving her an opportunity to relieve herself before they went inside.
She thought about trying to find some bushes, but that would give their deception away. There was nothing to do but play out the role of the obedient fem. Cringing inside, she squatted in the grass and urinated. The thick stream of piss made a shameful hissing sound.
Marcus led Gita over to the grass as well. The dark-skinned woman looked intensely ashamed, but nevertheless she squatted down on her haunches next to Jane.
More carriages arrived. The elegant passengers briefly glanced their way, but the sight of two obedient fems peeing in the grass was so commonplace they didn't look for long.
Still, being on public display had made Gita shy, and try as she might, she was unable to produce any urine.
Marcus jingled her leash. "Come on Frisk," He cajoled. "Try to make a little. It may be a long time before you get another chance."
From the tone of his voice, it was clear the marine corporal had fully accepted his role as his commanding officer's sire. Lt. Chandra grimaced and squeezed out a few dribbles of pee.
"It's time we went inside," Varsenne announced. The way he said it, he seemed to be addressing Cpl. Marcus, but his words were meant for Jane and Gita as well.
The words had their effect. Lt. Chandra let loose a huge gush, the hot stream splashing in the grass between her bare feet. A tiny shudder of shame passed through her hunched shoulders.
"Good girl," Marcus said from the other end of her leash.
* * *
Once both women had finished peeing, the four of them went inside--Varsenne and Marcus in the lead and the two naked women trailing along behind on their leads.
Lord Champolleon's party had already started. A half-dozen oms milled around in the capacious entry hall, sipping drinks and chatting. There was a solitary fem there as well--a tall, willowy black girl, with skin so dark it was practically ebony. She was wearing a stunning silver collar and standing obediently next to their host, Lord Champolleon.
Varsenne went over to make his introductions, leading Jane behind him. Marcus and Gita followed as well.
"Who's this?" Varsenne said, nodding toward the black girl.
"Her name is Kenda," the nobleman said. "I acquired her last month. Stunning, isn't she? You know me--I have an eye for the exotic."
Remembering her encounter with the feral fems in the park, Jane dropped to all fours and stuck her nose in Kendra's crotch. She inhaled deeply sniffing the girl's musky aroma.
She must have played the role of curious fem well, because Varsenne gave her leash a sharp tug.
"Stop that, Pip" he scolded.
"It's fine," Lord Champolleon chuckled. "Kenda doesn't mind, do you girl? Pip is just being friendly."
