Cassandra woke, pressed against the soft form of the other servant. Bleary eyed, shifting restlessly, she bit down playfully, taking Lace's earlobe between her teeth. Lace stretched slowly, running her feet down Cassandra's leg, toenails scratching her smooth skin as she began to stir, pulling the velvet sheets tighter around herself in a vain bid to steal warmth from the wooden floor. "Do we get breakfast here?" Cassandra asked in a voice thick with sleep, as she nudged Lace to wakefulness.
"Food is served here at all hours; some prefer to sleep during the day, or not at all. The servants take turns cooking, and serving, occasionally. You aren't on the roster yet, I don't think. I have a shift in the kitchens later in the day. Make yourself presentable, and then we shall eat," Lace said, groaning as she pulled herself out of their nest, the stale scent of sex drifting from the velvet sheets.
Cassandra stumbled slowly through the dorm, staring wide eyed at the mess lying around her. White fur and mink covers hiding slowly writhing forms, taking their pleasure as the sun began to cast morning shadows through the darkened room. The few males present all lying supine, lust spent during the long night with each other and the females alike. She gasped, not having realized that both men and women slept together here, trying frantically to cover her naked form as one of the males, awake, leered at her passing figure.
Running towards the showers, her heavy breathing masking the gentle rustle as the man stood, following her in, closing the door behind them. He wrapped his arm possessively around her hips as he reached past her, ignoring her yelp of surprise as he turned on the overhead shower, covering them both in steaming rivulets of warm water. Cassandra whirled around as the nameless man's hands slid up her back, his member pushed up tightly between them, head leaving a trail of precum on her tummy. "How about... You wash my cock?" He growled, grabbing her hand and wrapping it around himself, grinding his member through her flaccid grip.
Cassandra bit her lip in consternation, lust flooding her loins as she whispered, "But... But... I have to shower... I need to eat. Lace is waiting for me!" Laughing, his tongue tasting her neck, running along the fresh welts left by the tattoo gun as she flinched back from the mild pain. "Lace isn't in charge here... I am. Forget her, for now. Unless you want to be assigned to serve Wreath? I hear he enjoyed his first taste of you..." He mumbled playfully as her grip tightened, fingers brushing his sack as Cassandra began rubbing him faster, determined not to return to the tattooist.
Hot spunk sprayed against the underside of her heaving breasts as he convulsed in her grip, shuddering as he reached climax by her deft ministrations. Leaving her standing in the lukewarm water, he walked off towards the changing area.
Cassandra followed, body rinsed by rose-scented water. "What do I wear? My clothes are gone... And I haven't been given any," she said meekly, talking to the broad back of the man before her, eyes tracking the ripple of muscle as he shrugged into mauve slacks and matching top.
He turned to face her, fingers absently running through her hair, feeling the moisture dripping down the strands as he squeezed gently, quiet words filling the space between them, "Let's start at the beginning, Cassandra. I am Spark, one of the servant heads. Unlike you, I am paid for my service. That is, I guess, the main difference between us."
Spark reached behind Cassandra, pulling open a mahogany wardrobe standing free just behind the change-room door. He rustled through the contents, fingers hesitating on a filmy belly-dancer's getup before settling on a skin-tight leather catsuit, filigreed along the contours with silver etched into the sleek leather, meant to enhance the figure of the wearer. "This will suit your form, and please the one you are going to be sent to, I think. Dress quickly, and run to the woods at the back of the estate. You are expected - Don't take your time, Cassandra," Spark said, leaving her standing in the middle of the room clinging to the leather outfit, wondering how to put it on.
Struggling, hopping about the room on one foot while trying to shove her other leg through the gap presented in the outfit, Cassandra huffed in frustration. She sat on the cold, tiled floor, examining the suit closely, hoping for a stretch seam to ease the process of squeezing into it. Looking into the outfit, she noticed the bullet shaped plug stitched into the crotch, its position promising movement inside her with every step taken. Grinning at her luck, she popped the plug into her mouth, saliva coating it before sliding out of her firm lips and running down her chest, pushing it into her pussy slowly.