Jean slowly stirs to waking, finding herself in completely unfamiliar circumstances. Soft, silken sheets drape her now soft and sumptuous form. The room in which she finds herself is softly, sensually lit. Everything feels completely off. Not wrong, like she would expect waking up in a newly female body to feel, but certainly not what the way she expects to feel when first waking up. Her pussy tingles, her flaccid dick glides against the smooth sheets. Every movement seems to reverberate in strange, foreign ways to her. Notably, in her ass, thighs, and breasts.
Tingling pangs of desire tinged Jean's sleep-addled mind. She tried to open her eyes, to lift a hand and stroke her face, to force herself to awareness. What happened? She swallowed, seeking to speak, to ask anything of her situation. When her murmuring voice comes out entirely differently than she expects, it all hits at once. The soft ambience of the room and the newfound sensations only seem to further hammer home what she knew, but didn't want to admit.
This is her home now, this is her body now. She's a debt slave, sent to this planet to work off the enormous debts of her previous self. This room must be hers, either her personal room and/or the one she will be expected to service clients within. Finally sitting up and looking around, she calls out, "Hello? Is anyone here? I'd like to talk to my owners and get an idea of what my indentureship is going to look like."
The room has deep red silk draped across the far wall, with an opaque lacy curtain that separates the room from a small enclosed washroom. Another curtain separates it from an open lounge-like setup and front door. Adjacent to the lounge area is a sliding glass door that leads out onto a lush balcony overlooking the mass of lights from the station's nearby quadrant as well as the two distinct towers of a resort.
Suddenly, the curtain blocking the front door pulls aside as a futanari woman struts into the bedroom portion of the apartment. Dark purple hair frames the woman's too-pale face. Black latex clings to the woman's skin like the underlayer of a vac-suit, but the wet-look material accentuates her every curve and bulge, including the very large one stuffed down one pant leg. Upon seeing Jean, the purple-haired futanari's face is suddenly locked in a confident smile that does not warm her cold green eyes. "So, our newest little project is finally awake after her modification. I hear that dear old Nijue took a bit of a liking to you..." Her cold eyes flash with amusement and something Jean can't quite detect at the mention of Nijue. "She does good work despite her tastes, which is why we've kept her on retainer for as long as we have."
The unfamiliar woman stalks across the room until she reaches the foot of the bed. "Now then," She states, more softly now that she is close but still with an edge of command in her tone, "out of that bed. We need to see what we're working with."
Jean slowly rises from her bed. As the cool air of her room touches her previously warmed and tucked-in limbs, she feels exposed and completely lacking in any sort of control. The sensations ripple across the young futanari woman's cock and pussy, both already aroused from the teasing wisp of a morning chill and memories of all that had occurred with Nijue before she came to. All the changes she had been through were fresh, new, and confusing. It didn't help that this person seemed more than ready to test those waters for them.
The madame of the whorehouse steps back, giving herself space to fully take in Jean's appearance. Without warning, both of her hands are suddenly cupping Jean's breasts, palming the pert globes sticking out from her naked form. "You've been through quite the gamut of changes. Your choice for your Femme Fatale body was a good start, though I'm less than thrilled about the clit modification. Still, I'm willing to see if that has any real benefit. Plus, a pair of D's makes it so much easier for me."
"What's wrong with the clit modifications?' Jean asks nervously as the mistress continues to fondle her tits.
"The extra inside one..." The stranger's voice teases and mocks, "...makes you the exact same as everyone else and there isn't a modder worth their salt in the local quadrant who puts in extra clits for free. But whatever. I'm not about to start rocking the boat. At least the one on the underside of your cock is interesting."
Before Jean can question this statement, or even get a word in, the woman pulls her mouth down to nipple level, first suckling and playing with it, and then scraping it with her teeth. Jean whimpers at the sensation, her cock bobbing and twitching as if it was connected to her teat. Without thinking, Jean reaches up to hold the woman into her chest. This earns her a cruel smirk and a nip at her areola. The stranger then digs her teeth in deeper, causing tears to well up in Jean's eyes even as she moans from the torment. She squeezes the woman closer to try to focus on something other than the pain. This only makes her tormentor attack her other breast, repeating the exact same actions on Jean's other tit.
Through her pain and pleasure, Jean wonders at how much the futanari woman would try to hurt her. Even if she wasn't sure what she was expecting from her new life as a debt slave, this definitely did not make the list.
When the madame pulls back, she begins inspecting both of the smaller futanari's teats. With one hand, she rubs and pinches the sore nubs, while the other digs into Jean's fresh, new vagina. Jean cries out softly as sharp waves of mingled pain and ecstasy shudder through her entire being. Her penis continues to jump and jerk in response.
Despite her inexperience, Jean decided she needs to try and play into the persona her new form represents. "Finding what you're looking for in there?" She attempts to tease sultrily. Her eyes bore into the madame's smirking gaze as her pussy responds to the intrusion. Jean works to relax her muscles and ease herself onto the invading digits. An odd sensation slips through Jean's skin that has her shuddering around the fingers in her cunt. She slowly and subtly works herself lower onto the fingers before working her way back off of them. She smirks down at the woman and licks her lips, trying to be as seductive as possible.
"I'm sure that you've got me good and lubricated at this point. Why don't you go ahead and try out my pussy with that thick, juicy cock of yours?" Jean says with as much sultry sass as she can manage in this state.
The madame's eyes widen as her attention focuses on Jean's face rather than her lovely tits and freshly played with pussy. With a malicious smile, she comments, "My, someone has definitely become confident. Or is it that you just really want to please me? I've been told I'm an amazing fuck, even if I do prefer my cock over my own cunt. But a hot piece of ass like this...." the dark-haired woman pauses as she fingers Jean deeply, pressing up against the roof of Jean's vagina. The madame's fingers somehow manage to caress all three of Jean's internal hot buttons: her clit, her g-spot, and her prostate.
"Of course, Mistress." Jean says tauntingly, more confident now that the woman appears to be enjoying the play. "It's my job to pleasure a woman such as yourself. How else could I possibly prove my capability?" Jean reaches up and fondles her own tits. "A gorgeous pair like these is only the beginning, and only so very little for you to sell me from. If I want the high-tier clients, I've got to earn them."
