The Zooeeper

Chapter 1

Up Above in the Sky

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck,

fuck

!" Azuki yelled as she heavily dropped onto the bed in her quarters inside the orbital station hosting the League of Guardians base.

"

Chérie

?!" Cassie hurried over, appearing at the doorstep. "Is everything okay?"

"Fuck no! Nothing's ok!" The other replied sharply, the vulgar tone a stark contrast to her pleasant and charming appearance. "I'm so fucking done with all this shit!" She emphasized, raising herself up on her elbows, her beautiful face contorted in anger as she looked at her companion.

The visibly distressed Cassie sat down beside her, lovingly stroking her long hair, a mixture of shiny black, purple, and fuchsia strands.

"I'm sorry,

mon Amour

... Come here..." She said softly before leaning in, using the hand that had been caressing Azuki to lift her face towards her own. As their lips drew near, both parted them aggressively, their tongues darting into each other's mouths without warning, giving in to a languid and torrid kiss.

Despite being filled with almost ferocious passion, the violent kiss seemed to dissipate the anger that had been burning inside Azuki, turning the fervor into a languid calm rather than the wild lust one might expect.

It took a good minute of deep tongue twisting before Cassandra felt the aggression completely subside, and only then did she pull back, sensually licking her lips before moving away and clicking her tongue to dry them.

"...Thank you," Azuki said after a long sigh.

"Don't worry,

Chérie

, I'm here whenever you need me."

"I just need to rest a bit," she added, looking pained.

"How about this: while I go prepare one of the safehouses, why don't you have a drink and then join me? I'll round up a couple of girls and have them ready for you, so when you get there, you can smash right away."

Azuki's lips finally formed a tired smile. "You always know how to make me feel better."

A genuine expression of happiness and contentment appeared on Cassandra's face, softening the sarcasm of her reply. "See? Frying my brain did do some good."

"Best decision ever." The other replied, bringing her companion's hand to her cheek, reveling in her touch.

"Where should I open? Milan? Paris? Saigon?" Cassie asked eagerly, wanting to continue with the plan, reaching for her cigarette-shaped vaporizer from between her ample breasts and taking a drag as she waited for Azuki's answer, crossing her legs and resting her elbows on them in an expectant pose.

"Let's go with the Los Angeles penthouse. I need some space." Azuki said.

"Pool party?" Cassandra inquired, exhaling a languid cloud of lilac-colored smoke.

"Yeah, a nighttime pool party with multicolor LED always wins, but keep the company to a minimum. I'm in the mood for something chill." Azuki replied.

"No Harlequin, then?"

"Nah, I don't want the night to end with paramedics trying to extract carpenter tools from the asses of girls whose names I can't even remember." Azuki said.

As Cassandra exhaled another puff of smoke, she chuckled until she almost coughed, recalling the incident.

"Hahaha! Well, she really asked for it!"

"Yeah, I imagine that with the next criminally insane sociopath she meets, she'll be less enthusiastic in bragging about her anal prowess." Azuki quipped.

The memory lingered between them for a few seconds, leaving them in a complicit and amused silence that Cassandra broke by taking another deep drag, while Azuki stroked her thigh, reveling in the sensation of her smooth and cool skin under her touch.

"Okay. What kind of girls should I bring?" Cassandra asked.

"A couple of club girls, nothing too sophisticated," Azuki replied.

"Roger that: flashy, uninhibited, young. A couple of calls and we're good to go. I'll go get ready. Do you need anything else?"

"Another nice deep French kiss." Azuki said, before plunging her hand into Cassandra's hair, pulling her closer for another passionate kiss.

The exchange lasted shorter than the previous one, but it was equally passionate. Their eyes were half-closed, savoring each other's tongue play, as they explored each other's mouths with quick, darting movements, clearly intent on demonstrating to each other how mutually exciting and provocative they found themselves.

Cassandra savored the tonguing to the fullest, and only when their embrace loosened did she speak, asking Azuki

, "Ça va? C'est bon comme ça?

"

"Mmmmm..." Azuki sighed in satisfaction. "You can tell you're French when you kiss."

"Half French,

Chérie

..." the other clarified with a smirk.

"...And half Spanish!

Sangre Caliente

! Hot Slut Stuffing with a glaze of Sophisticated Lover on top: my favorite dessert!"

"You mean "

Haute-couture

Model sporting hairy armpits since her nymphomaniac girlfriend has a body-odor and pubic hair fetish: my ideal fuck",

non

?" Cassandra teased, pretending to adjust her hair and, in doing so, exposing her underarms where her companion's object of desire flourished. Indeed, Azuki's eyes lit up with lust, and the effort not to pounce on the other sitting there became palpable.

"You fucking cockteaser! You see? I treat you like a slut for very good reasons! Now how do you think you'll avoid getting stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey before leaving this room?"

It was at that point that Cassandra had to summon all of her willpower to keep her smile untouched by sadness. As much as she wanted to surrender to passion with her companion, she knew that Azuki's dark thoughts were only kept at bay by that lust, as if it were a blazing fire that drove away the darkness. She had managed to bring back her smile and briefly make her forget why they were planning this escapade, but if that passion consumed all its momentum in a place so close to her torment, the instant it died down, the weight of that dark fog would crush her companion once again.

So she had to do what she hated the most: hold off intimacy with the Love of her life to prolong as much as possible that moment of rapture, taking Azuki away from everything that was hurting her.

"What do you say if, to make it up to you, I fetch the club girls from the ones we've already 'indoctrinated'? That way, they'll already have a nice thick bush, and you can have a nice all-you-can-eat hairy buffet? Meanwhile, you can have a snack here in mine, so whatever you drink, you can taste my flavor in it too."

Tickled by her fetish, Azuki narrowed her eyes, eager and languid, and leaned towards her companion's bare skin, inhaling as much as possible the fragrance of her body covered only by the lingerie.

Cassandra accentuated her pose, an implicit invitation to bury her face in the long black curls that covered the hollow of her armpit, but just a second before she surrendered to her perversion, Azuki suddenly stopped and, raising her deep amethyst-colored eyes to her lover's, gave them a pleading look; almost whispering timidly, she said...

"Down below?"

For Cassandra, seeing her "Mistress" so meekly ask her, her "Love Slave," for permission to give her pleasure was an adrenaline rush that she struggled hard to hide. However, determined not to spoil such a juicy opportunity, she did her best to ride the change in attitude and change roles just as quickly.

So she transformed her gaze from loving and caring to seductive and dominant and leaned back, bringing her legs up on the bed; with a puff from the vaporizer, she took the time to enjoy her new position of power and at the same time use the gesture of the cigarette to punctuate her sensual movements.

"Oh, it's like that then? This little stray bitch is hungry? Did she smell her favorite meal? Does she want to stick her nose in my pussy and use that obedient little tongue to lick it all?"

Biting her lip in a clear gesture of excitement, Azuki nodded, unable to say anything.

"Well, what's this? Haven't you been taught manners? You really are a stray little bitch. How do you say it?"

"Please, may I?" Azuki whispered with a faint voice before assuming approval and descending with her face between the other's thighs.

However, with a sinuous yet lightning-fast movement, Cassandra slipped off her Louboutin and placed the tip of her foot, encased in the silky stocking, on her companion's snout, right between her upper lip and nose, halting her lover's advance.

"No, no, no.

Qu'est-ce que tu fais? Ça va pas, non?

Since when do bitches talk like real people? Come on, let me hear how bitches in heat really beg."

Cassie's ease in swapping personalities perfectly hit Azuki's naughty chords.

In response to her lover's provocation, her expression turned into a pleased and teasing smile before the young woman nuzzled her face into the sole of her partner's foot and began rubbing it all over, inhaling deeply.

"Oh, so this isn't just a little bitch; you're a

petite pute, n'est-ce pas?

I've been wearing these shoes all day, and what do you do when I put my foot under your nose? You smell it from tip to toe. Do you like this too?" In reality, there was little for a true foot fetishist to appreciate: the shape of the feet was indeed perfect, but the skin had a fresh, clean scent. Perhaps the only distinct smell that stood out was the leather that the shoe had left on the skin, but evidently, at that moment, it was a valid substitute for what she usually searched for between the thighs or under the arms of her "concubines," which she very eloquently called "the scent of a female in heat." So, without a shred of modesty, she widened her smile and nodded, admitting her guilt while at the same time accentuating her affection with her partner's foot.

"But then you're not just a little slut,

n'est-ce pas?

You're a

Salope

... A huge

Salope

: a filthy bitch in heat who needs her daily dose of sluttiness to avoid withdrawal." Cassandra continued, while, increasingly immersed in her new role, she began actively rubbing the sole of her foot on the other's face with an increasingly aggressive and domineering look. Once again, Azuki not only played along but, in turn, became more and more excited and involved, responding by seductively opening her mouth and acted on her own initiative by trying to wrap her tongue around her companion's toe, attempting to suck it, failing repeatedly due to the presence of the stocking, and because Cassie sadistically continued to snatch away the object of her desires as soon as she managed to seize it, frustrating her attempts and forcing her to work hard to achieve her own humiliation.

"Do you see it? Do you see the nice little reward waiting for you between my legs if you behave like the bitch you are? Can you smell my Pussy? Just obey, and you can bury your nose right in.

Alors, allez-y

: let me hear how those of your species beg. Come on:

woof, woof

! Let me hear it."

Pushed to the brink of excitement by the expertly conducted game, it was a real relief for Azuki to give in to the blackmail and, with her nose still firmly in contact with her tormentor's foot, let herself go and languidly pronounce a simple, hoarse, and sensual

"

Woof woof

?"

With a sadistically pleased expression, Cassandra savored that sensation of victory as long as possible, taking a long drag from the vaporizer before fixing her eyes full of almost cruel malice on her "victim," blowing out the cigarette smoke, and replying with an equally hoarse tone of desire,

"

Bien sûr

"

Further fueled by that gesture, which she found infinitely exciting, Azuki finally circumvented her companion's foot and began to travel up her leg, covering it with kisses and languid licks.

As soon as she passed the edge of the stockings, Azuki's eyes were drawn to the spectacle that awaited her at the end of her journey: Cassandra's pubic area, in contrast to the rest of her extremely well-groomed and smooth appearance, was a thick forest of black curls that the very skimpy designer thong could not contain at all. The sophisticated lace embroideries were embedded in a completely wild jungle, creating a truly spectacular contrast.

Obviously, it was a deliberate effect, or better yet, sought after. All according to the meticulous instructions that Azuki had generously given; from the obvious black color to how snug the model should have been, from the shape the rubber band should have to sensually slip between the buttocks to the "V" shape it should have at the front and so on, up to how much hair should poke out to tickle her perversions.

And Cassandra had done well. Very well. She had followed every instruction and even more: she had observed her mistress's reactions to every model worn, to every "adjustment" of her trimming, to understand even the subtlest nuances of her desires, which even Azuki herself ignored. How thick the curls should be, how long, and how straight or curly they should be. How much they should grow on the inner thigh, how much towards the navel they should rise with a thin strip giving the feeling of being "wild" without being "hirsute."

All to perfectly satisfy her mistress's desires, all to see Azuki's gaze filled with lust when it landed on her.

And that very gaze had now taken over her face, mixing with surprise and even a little embarrassment (which was almost unheard of for someone like Azuki) when she realized she had been staring motionless between her companion's thighs a little longer than appropriate, like a victim of Stendhal syndrome. The situation didn't improve when she raised her eyes and found Cassandra waiting for her with a cunning, victorious, and penetrating gaze that left no doubt that she had caught her in the act, especially when paired with the mocking and mischievous smile that slowly spread across her seductive face. Determined to raise the stakes, Cassie brought the cigarette to her lips and took a deep drag, never taking her eyes off her, then blew it away to one side, making sure to accentuate the femme fatale movement to which that gesture lent itself well.

Enchanted by that seductive sight, Azuki couldn't look away.

Fuck, she was hot... Fuck, she was good. That slut really knew her stuff. She knew every single trick in the book to drive her wild, and she was using each one of them, one after the other. It wasn't enough for her to be a perfect ten in looks and body; she wanted to blow her mind with desire: the cigarette, the gaze, the pose, the lingerie, the five-inch heels... the scent.

That pungent scent of sex wafting up from between her thighs, still mixed and masked by the fabric of her thong. Even so, she could still smell it, could still feel that Cassandra was extremely aroused, and that only made her more eager. And as that scent invaded her nostrils, assaulting her sense of smell before climbing up to fuck up her brain, as the excitement began to make her pant with desire, while her eyes looked up at the haughty face of her impromptu mistress, Azuki's face descended lower and lower, until it rested, mouth and nose, against the black fabric.

The stimulus became so intense that her eyes almost rolled back in their sockets as she took a deep breath, and when her vision returned, she found her companion's dominant gaze waiting for her, giving her orders once again.

"Take them off," she ordered abruptly.

Cassandra's icy demeanor shattered even the semblance of control Azuki still held onto; she frantically reached for the elastic of the thong, but just a second before she could slip her slender fingers between the fabric and the skin, Cassie's foot came down hard on her face again, this time pushing her away forcefully.

"Mais alors tu es vraiment une stupide putain de conne!"

Her companion's severe voice scolded her.

To Azuki's incredulous look, like a child who had his ice cream taken away, Cassie replied, annoyed, "Not with those dirty paws of yours! Have you ever seen bitches pick up snacks with their paws?!" A timid and guilty shake of the head from Azuki.

"Et alors? Tu sais ce que tu dois faire."

Finished with her reprimand, Cassandra leaned back against the wall, assuming her relaxed and regal pose once again, and, spreading her thighs again, she silently signaled her lover to continue.

For her part, Azuki, scolded but not dissuaded in the least, dove back between the other's legs, going after the thong's thin rubber band with her teeth, working diligently despite the difficult challenge.

Removing the first one from around her companion's marble-like buttock was hell, making her grunt with frustration. Rubbing her face against that work of art, feeling its smooth skin caressing her cheek, feeling with all her senses the proximity to her most intimate parts without being able to fully surrender to them yet: every stimulus made her even more crazed with lust.

Cassandra was merciful and helped by pulling off the first leg herself while Azuki held the elastic taut, but then she closed her thighs, silently forcing her to remove the thong from the other leg for its entire length, to the point she had to fight with the

Louboutin

heel to get it off.

When the mission was accomplished, Cassie could finally look upon her masterpiece: Azuki was on all fours in front of her, her panties between her teeth like a trophy she refused to part with, her eyes sparkling and her breath short with desire. To tell the truth, more than a bitch, she felt like she had turned her into a she-wolf... and a seriously hungry one at that.

And she liked that a lot, to the point that, still with that satisfied smile, she was very happy to reward her predator by spreading her thighs again, showing herself completely defenseless before her.

Now wound up like a spring, Azuki just allowed herself the theatrics of tossing away the thong with a flick of her head, and then she lunged forward and claimed her coveted prize.

The moment her lover's tongue touched her sex sent a devastating electric shock down Cassandra's spine, but that was just the beginning. The vast experience Azuki had in unleashing others' pleasure, combined with the hunger that had built up inside her, hit Cassandra with such force that it made it impossible for her to maintain the composure her role should have imposed on her. She could barely hold on when she felt the other's tongue rummaging between her lips to taste the intimacy that had been cruelly denied her, but when she felt it rise and stimulate one of her most sensitive spots, her head snapped back and her back arched, while her right hand, which still held the cigarette between her fingers, gripped her companion's head, pressing it onto her sex.

Miraculously, she stifled the scream of pleasure that burst from her throat and thanked Azuki's fervor, which made her totally unaware of anything but what her lips were delving into, thus preventing her from seeing Cassandra's face distorted in that silent howl and her eyes wide with ecstatic pleasure.

But the relief was short-lived because soon her mind turned against her too, focusing her attention not only on the pleasure but also on who was giving it to her. Knowing that her mistress was right there, between her thighs, enjoying her taste, her smell, with the same fervor as a castaway savors their first meal after being rescued, was an ecstasy even greater than what Azuki's mouth was already giving her.

With each stroke of the tongue, that thought multiplied the pleasure, and it took very little for her body to betray her, responding to her lover's caresses with increasingly determined spasms of pleasure.

Finally, her attempts to resist the premature and devastating orgasm that was building up inside her became truly detrimental, because with every languid moan turned into a hoarse growl, she felt the strength of the wave of pleasure that would overwhelm her when the dam inevitably broke growing alarmingly.