Master's Journey: Stranger in the Stacks #4

Author's Note: Got our description, on we go!

[story] [futa] [more below]

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‭Masata sighs, returning to her clipboard, continuing to eye you. “Characteristic pointed ears, pallid complexion, and heterochromia. One eye white, dark border. The other gold. Hair long, layered with black and white. One further tattoo, lower back... some glyphs I don’t understand, Oran from the looks of it. And... here we are,” she pauses, setting the clipboard down and reaching into the pouch at her belt, withdrawing a small paper box and handing it to you. “I got these while we were checking you out. They belong to you.”

You arch a brow, taking the flimsy little container and popping it open, then beaming -- it contains the piercings you came in with, taken from you (well, out of you) when you arrived. “Oh, nice! One sec, yeah?” You quickly busy yourself with putting them back in place: one through your tongue, one in your navel, a bar through both nipples, and in the dimples of your back. Masata waits impatiently as she watches you struggle to work the piercings back into place, their holes having fortunately not fully closed.

“Are you satisfied?” Masata sighs.

“Yep!”

“That way,” she points to the center of this tile chamber, beneath the metal spigots. You’ve been here once before, on your way in, and while you don’t exactly know what to do, you know it’ll happen to you soon enough. Nodding to the human, you make your way into the center of the room, and Masata pulls down on a lever on the room’s far side, causing the central shower to blast to life, hosing down the grime and sweat from the time you spent left in a cell to die.

The process is brief and simple -- you follow Masata’s orders, turning, raising your arms, letting the water sear away every last vestige of the prison you’re leaving. In a way its liberating, exciting, like you’re becoming a new person. Like you’re being born for the first time. But, finally, the shower switches off, and you’re left naked and dripping in the center of the room. It’s over, then. Maybe.

“Alright, bend over,” you hear Masata’s voice, and arch a brow. Usually the commands don’t continue once the shower ends, at least... this kind of command. Nonetheless, you shrug, spreading your legs and bending down at the waist -- worse comes to worst you get violated, right? Who doesn’t love a little violation, now and again? “Due to the unusual circumstances of your arrival, you weren’t given the proper cavity search,” Masata continues, drizzling a thin line of lubricant onto her fingers, then approaching with a predatory look in her eyes, “so it falls to me to complete that task before you’re let go.”

“You know, I was wondering if something like that would happen when I was admitted, was so surprised. Figured I’d at least get some playtime for my trouble. Imagine my disappOINTmennnt...” you inhale sharply through your teeth when you feel Masata’s hand plant firmly on your backside, holding you in place as she brings her other hand between your spread cheeks -- forcing two fingers, then a third, directly into your asshole, pushing in deeply before beginning to explore. You clench your teeth, one eyelid fluttering as she searches your insides. The process is a bit more clinical than you’re used to, but there’s something exciting about the way her fingers are moving: not straight, inward thrusts, but her fingers hook and swivel, trying to find whatever hidden treasure you’ve managed to keep in your butt this last week-and-some. Joke’s on her, there’s nothing up your sleeves but a song, but you’re willing to let her keep searching for as long as she wants. That said, you can’t help but wonder how to deal with your end of the situation....

1) Enjoy the ride as much as possible, no matter what she thinks.

2) Bite back your moans and let her do her thing.

3) Try to taunt her into admitting she likes this.

4) Attempt more direct seduction.

5) Other.

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[anal fingering]