POSSESSED BY BORED GEEKS FROM ANOTHER WORLD
No actual sex yet. Everything that happens is between 18 year-olds and older. I'm planning a novel, or at least a series but there is a chance I will stall, if you are not into risks, this tale might not be for you.
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CHAPTER 1 SHIPWRECKED
Desdemona was incredibly weak. She had eaten some bad fish three days ago and It had cleaned her out. Her knees trembled as she walked to the public fountain to drink from it. She sat on the edge of the fountain and watched the square as she dipped her right hand in the clear water over and over until her thirst was gone.
She rinsed off her face and hands as best she could with just water then stood up and began to stagger through the early morning town hoping to get a crust of bread for a bit of work. She used to have a good life. Born into a middle-class family in in the port city of Safe Harbor she had a nice life growing up. She learned the basic things a woman needs to know to become a house wife.
A marriage was arranged for her. She was almost 180 cm in height so it was a little hard to find suiters. She knew some letters and ciphers and her parents found a merchant family that wanted her for their son. She boarded the ship with only a hope chest for luggage. Tall and thin with the unique silvery hair of her people and ice blue eyes she began her journey to her husband.
The ship that carried her was attacked by pirates just outside a port along the way. The pirates did a smash and grab. They swept up whatever easy pickings there were, put a hole in the hull and set fire to the ship.
Desdemona was left on a burning sinking ship. Spotting some debris floating in the water she jumped in and clung to it, somehow reaching shore. Where she instantly became a beggar. She could find very few people who spoke her language and the few that did were not motivated to help her. She was facing starvation. She was doing menial labor for whatever food they would give her. She was not faring well.
She had a moment of dizziness. She heard someone giggling then her world went dark.
She awoke with a pounding head. Someone was tugging at her tunic. She grabbed hold of it to prevent them from stripping her then forced her eyes open. She was facing a black cat with a white spot over its right eye.
That's not right. It was a cat woman slapping her hands away. "Don't get so excited, you don't have anything I have not seen before! We just need to get the installation done, then you can wear all the clothes you care to." The beast kin told her.
The cat woman had grabbed her hands, a halfling had her legs and they were swinging her gently to and fro.
"THREE!" she went sailing on a low trajectory stalling in the middle of a teleport circle. She had rolled then flopped to a stop in the center of the circle. She was having trouble controlling her limbs and ended up face down with her knees under her and her butt up in the air. She felt incredibly embarrassed but could not sort out her arms and legs much less get them to do anything.
"That's a summoning circle kitten." The cat woman was talking to her. "Don't worry, you are not being summoned. You are already here."
The complicated design of the summoning circle was not lighting up, there did seem to be a light fog of blue-green mana floating over it though. The cat woman went on. "They are just giving you a couple of bits of... accessories. To enhance the link."
Desdemona felt a sting to her left buttock. It felt like being bit by a horse fly. She felt the globe of her butt turning hot and red and could only imagine what it must look like to the cat woman and the quiet halfling. She found herself blushing at the thought. Then she felt a matching bite to her right bum. In a moment her whole bottom was becoming inflamed. She must look like a child that had been thoroughly spanked to anyone looking on.
"Come on kitten, crawl to us." The cat woman was calling to her. Didn't she understand Desdemona did not have any control over her limbs. "We will clean you up, give you something good to eat and dress you up pretty if you crawl to me."
Her arms and legs started moving on their own, sorting themselves out. She awkwardly turned to face the cat woman.
"I can't come to you while you are in the circle. You have to come to me." The cat woman was motioning to her, encouraging her.
The halfling spoke, "Faux Pas, I think our employers will like this one! She falls in line quite easily."
Desdemona's limbs had sorted themselves out. She was walking on her fists and knees. It was as if they belonged to someone else. No! It felt as if her limbs had a will of their own. She was moving toward her two kidnappers as they cheered her on with motions and shouts of encouragement. There did not seem to be anyone else around but she did not appreciate them drawing attention to her.
The blush on her face and neck had burned its way down to her dangling breasts. Her nipples had become incredibly hard and her heart was racing. The area between her legs was becoming swollen with arousal, it felt as if she was melting from the heat down there. A cool breeze drifted over her sex and she realized that the way they were moving her left her completely open to the view of anyone standing behind her. She felt her whole body turning pink from shame. She wanted to cover her exposed parts with her hands but they were not obeying her.
Un was quite pleased with the connection. He had perfect control of the zombie. He stopped his advance to their agents and moved his ride's shoulders in a suggestive way. Un felt the boobs sway a bit, but they were relatively small so there was not a lot of wiggle room. He felt his ride's mortification at this minor indignity and Un was amused. He tilted her ass up in the air and swayed her hips back and forth suggestively.
The meat robot's emotional response was off the charts, If Un had not been in complete control the thrall would have dug a hole and disappeared right there. Un noticed the two agents shouting encouragement to them and began moving toward them again. "Need to get this ride back to the stable." He thought.
The minute her two fists made it outside of the circle the two agents grabbed her under her arms and dragged her free. She imagined she heard an actual 'pop' like a cork being pulled from a bottle, when she cleared the circle.
She was being lugged along the back streets of the city. Faux had her from under her arms and was walking backwards. "Sara, try to match my pace!" she instructed the halfling.
Sara had dull brown hair and a sprinkling of freckles across her face. Her plain brown eyes seemed fixed to a spot in front of her. She was planted between Desdemona's legs and was carrying her by her knees. They had laid her tunic across her for modesty before picking her up. It had almost immediately been displaced exposing nether regions at the start and as they shuffled along her breasts worked their way to freedom as well. The tunic was concealing her trunk while leaving her privates completely on display.
Passersby would stop and watch their little procession. A few asked what was going on. "This kitten had a bit too much fun!" Faux replied. A moment later they were entering the gate to a private home. She did not really register the yard but the house was beautiful. It was a place a baron or a wealthy merchant might own.
The minute she entered the home four maids took over. They were cat people. Two black ones with white uniforms and two white ones with black uniforms. She quickly found herself being cleaned up in a bath room. Suds and scrubbed, shampooed and rinsed. Then sunk in a hot bath to soak. It felt so wonderful she actually fell asleep for bit.
