Welcome to Slate City
Part 3- Eliza gets imprinted and coded.
My cellmate watched dispassionately as the guards dragged me in and left me on the floor. She waited a few seconds to see if I would move, then got up and walked over to me. She rolled me onto my back, then dragged me to the back of the cell, leaving me propped up naked against the cool wall. She removed the ball gag and tossed it on my cot.
I mumbled something she fortunately took as ‘thanks’.
She shrugged. “Don’t mention it. I’m assuming you got quilled.”
I mumbled again through thick, numb lips.
She sat on the floor next to me, her back also against the wall. “Yeah, I should have warned you about that. They’ll hit you with heat when they want to punish you and they’ll quill you when they want you quiet. Just everyday life for bunnies.”
The quill was starting to wear off and I shifted slightly. I still felt like I weighed 500 pounds, but at least I could move again. And talk, although it was mostly mumbling at the moment. Still, I needed some answers. “Wa ith cothing?”
My cellmate looked at me. “What?”
“Cothing,” I said, my tongue impossibly thick. “Wha…ith…cothing…?”
My cellmate looked confused. “Cothing? Cothing…cloth-in…co-thing…wait…do you mean coding?”
“Yeth!”
She chuckled and wiped my chin with her hand. “You’re adorable. Coding primarily means getting your bunny tats. You just got your tracking chip, so you’re now officially registered in their system. Congratulations- you just became a bandmaid slash bunny. Getting coded means they’ll have a scriptor tattoo a barcode on the inside of your wrist and the back of your shoulder. The barcode matches your tracking chip. Any scanner can identify you. So if you run away and somebody catches you, they can wave a cell phone at you and know where you belong.”
“I don’t bewong to anybody,” I said, trying to get my tongue to work.
She chuckled. “Not publicly, you mean. You technically belong to Slate City at the moment, but you’ll be auctioned and sold in a week or two.”
I shifted again. The quill was finally wearing off. I was still naked and drooling a great deal, though. Her words finally sunk in.
“AUCTIONED?!”
“Yep. Packaged pretty to show off your assets and sold to the highest bidder.”
My heart was pounding. I took a deep breath to steady myself. “Wook, ummm…dammit. I don’t know your name.”
She gave me a look. “I was wondering if you were ever going to bother asking. I’m Audrey.”
Fuck. She was right. “Thowwy,” I said, meaning it. “Eliza.”
The redhead gave me a curt nod.
It was a start. “Anyway, what do I do to get out of this? I can appeal, wight? Who’s my lawyer?”
Audrey looked amused. “Appeal? You’re a bunny now. You really don’t have much legal standing. How the hell did you end up in this mess anyway? You’re obviously not from here.”
I clenched my teeth. “I got thet up. And, in hindthight, pwobably made a couple bad dethisions.” I gave her a short, sanitized version of what happened.
“Ouch,” said Audrey, once she had worked through my slurred story. “Sounds like you did get set up. I wonder why that bimbo was willing to take that kind of chance? If she had gotten caught trying to sneak you in, she would have gotten herself in trouble. Maybe even the kind of trouble you’re in now. What was her name?”
I sighed. “I don’t know.”
Audrey stared at me incredulously. “You let her sneak you into Slate City and you never even asked her name?”
I pulled my legs up and hugged my knees, trying to hide my nakedness and embarrassment. “Wasn’t, umm, weally a priority at the time.”
Audrey rolled her eyes. “You struggle with this name thing, don’t you?”
“What about you?” I said, trying to change the subject. “You know this cwazy place way better than I do. How the hell did you end up here? Why haven’t you been banded?”
Audrey grinned. “I have an advantage. Daddy’s on the council.”
“Council? What council?”
“The Slate City Council of 5. They’re in charge of Slate City. Well, mostly. The Prime is the head guy, but the Council is a big part of the city government.”
My head was starting to spin from trying to take in so much new information. “So your father’s one of the top guys in Slate City?”
“Yes.”
“Then how the hell did you even end up in jail?!”
She shrugged. “Hit a guy for calling me a bitch.”
I stared incredulously. “They put you in jail for that?!”
“I was holding a champagne bottle at the time.”
I blinked. “Oh.”
She shrugged. “Not really that big a deal. The bump should go away soon.”
I nodded. “They usually do.”
“It’s not even a major concussion. Just a little one.”
I had a thought. “So if your father wasn’t part of the Council…”
She finished the sentence for me. “…I’d be just as banded as you are. Yep.”
“Even though it was his fault?”
Audrey shrugged. “I whacked a guy from a Quality family with a champagne bottle. Not likely to win many debates under those conditions. Plus I punched his sister.”
“Punched his sister?!”
She nodded. “Yep. That’s why he called me a bitch.”
I slapped a hand over my mouth to stop my giggle, wondering if I had just met my spirit animal. “Oh, my. You like to live on the edge, don’t you?”
Audrey gave me a tight smile. “If you’re not living on the edge, you’re taking up too much space, right?”
“So they’ll arrest you, but not band you?”
She shrugged. “Yeah, pretty much. They’ll just leave me in here until someone comes to get me. It’s not total protection, of course. Some fathers band their daughters for control purposes if they’re too wild or for political or marriage purposes.”
“Marriage purposes?”
“Sure,” said Audrey. “Matrimony banding is a thing.”
I shook my head. “This is a fucked-up city.”
Audrey grinned. “Yep. And now it owns you.”
*****
We ate lunch. I still wasn’t given any clothing. A short time later, Higgs unlocked the cell door. Blackmoor stood behind him.
“Let’s go, Jane. You have an appointment.”
Audrey looked over from her cot. “Imprinting. Have fun.”
I gave her a look, then swung my legs down. “All right, all right. I’m coming. Relax.”
I got off the bed and moved toward the cell door, one arm across my chest, the other slanted across my hips. Higgs twirled his finger, telling me to turn around to be cuffed. I growled. This was embarrassing enough under normal circumstances, but doing this naked in front of a male guard made things that much worse.
I said, “How about some clothes, chief?”
Higgs pulled my arms away from their allotted position and forced them behind my back, suddenly exposing my bare body. He shackled my wrists together behind me. “How about no?”
I clenched my teeth. “I’m not planning on walking through the halls butt-naked.”
Higgs spoke offhandedly. “Your plans don’t contribute to the agenda.”
Audrey laughed. “Aw, c’mon, Mr. Higgs. Give her something to cover her bare butt.”
Higgs turned to her. “I recommend you not interfere, milady. Your father’s influence aside, you’ll likely be in this situation yourself soon enough, but no need for you to hasten that day by obstructing a banding, if you take my meaning.”
Audrey laughed again, but made no further comments.
Higgs grunted, then turned back to me. “Let’s go.”
I glared at him. “Bite me. Give me something to wear.”
Higgs looked at Blackmoor and rolled his eyes. Then he grabbed the back of my collar and bent me over. Suddenly his heavy hand swatted my rear.
My eyes widened and I squealed at the unexpected swat. Blackmoor popped a red ball gag into my mouth and secured it behind my head, muffling my curses. Higgs picked me up and draped my naked body over his shoulder, then turned and strolled out of the cell.
We continued down the hall, his scruffy cheek pressed against my bare butt cheek as I bounced on his shoulder. One of his arms secured me to his shoulder, the other secured my legs. I screeched my humiliation into the ball gag, which soaked up my verbal abuse effortlessly.
Higgs carried me easily down the cool hall and into a room, where we came to a stop. Blackmoor circled around in front of Higgs and I realized he was cuffing my ankles into a spacer bar, preventing me from kicking or even walking, most likely.
Higgs shrugged me off his shoulder and I tumbled to the ground. He and Blackmoor wrestled me into a kneeling position and then secured the chain of my wrist cuffs to the spacer bar, effectively locking me into a kneeling position, my wrists secured behind me.
Furious, I looked around the room. I could feel strong, masculine presences in the room, and once I looked around, I realized why. Captain Zachary was standing in front of me, and the equally imposing figure of Sir Cosmo stood next to him. Higgs and Blackmoor stepped back. The officer whose name I didn’t know was at the computer again.
Zachary stared down at me impassively. “All right, Jane, enough with the behavior. You’re here to be imprinted. Don’t exert more energy than you need to.”
Nervousness amplified my rage. I directed a number of obscenities into the ball gag.
Sir Cosmo glanced at the captain. “Feisty, isn’t she?”
Zachary nodded. “She is indeed. I don’t believe she grew up here, so it’s to be expected, I suppose. Are you ready?”
Sir Cosmo nodded. “Sure. Let’s do it.”
Higgs walked over and slid a key into the heavy grey collar around my neck. I heard a ‘click’ as he turned the key. The collar opened and he pulled it away from my throat. Then he placed a thinner, less industrial, more polished gray collar on my neck. A ring protruded from the front of this band.
Zachary looked toward the officer manning the computer. “Officer Raymont, are we good to go?”
The officer pressed a few keys, then nodded. “Yessir. Her stats are up.”
“Good,” said the captain. He turned to Sir Cosmo. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Sir Cosmo stood directly in front of me. He appeared to grow even larger. He didn’t do or say anything, but he seemed to swell. The room felt quieter.
It was weird. My blood felt like it was running hot. Really hot. I could feel my heartbeat accelerating. My hips twitched involuntarily. I heard Raymont tapping keys on his computer, heard him say “Replication amplifying,” but he sounded far away.
Sir Cosmo was the center of my attention now. He was huge, perfect in every way. I was suddenly aware of him as a man. And Captain Zachary as well. Their presences were dominant. Powerful. Commanding. Ultimate specimens. I could feel the heat and power emanating from their groins and my eyes dropped involuntarily. The presence of those mighty cocks filled my consciousness. Thick. Heavy. Potent. Forceful.
Waves of pure heat and domination washed over me, setting my blood on fire. I was kneeling in the presence of two Masters because it was right that I did so. I wore a collar because it was my job to serve masters, to serve these Masters. At that realization, my nipples hardened, my pussy lubricated and my belly muscles flared in heat and need.
I heard a Master’s voice in my head then. ”Please me.”
Master must have pulled the ball gag from my mouth at some point, but I hadn’t noticed. He’d dropped his pants and his cock, his glorious, powerful cock, stood erect before me. It was thick, impossibly thick, but I found myself taking that cock into my mouth, trying desperately to fit it completely in my mouth. I suddenly realized my wrists had been freed and I used my hands to work that magnificent shaft.
A small part of my brain noted that it had been Higgs that unlocked my cuffs. That small part of my brain registered that Higgs and Blackmoor were both erect, apparently overwhelmed by the presence of Slatian Alphas as well.
I urgently worked Master’s cock. Time wasn’t important. Only satisfying that rigid, powerful cock. There was a sudden rumble in my head and a hot, torrid stream began flooding my mouth. My eyes widened as I instinctively swallowed the thick, lava-like flow and I felt my belly filling with the heavy, potent semen.
And then the warm weight in my belly triggered my release.
I moaned around Master’s cock, unable to control my bunny body. I shuddered again and again, the collar around my neck amplifying my helpless explosions of heat and need. My band felt hot, impossibly hot, but it formed my perfect center and the heat and pleasure seemed to flow from it.
Another Master’s cock pressed against my lips. My vision swam as I took that cock into my mouth as well, worked that shaft as desperately as I had worked the first one. My little hands cupped the heavy, formidable balls, my tired mouth slid over the rigid thickness. And when that Master’s cock filled my bunny belly, I helplessly came again.
And only when I had fully pleased both Masters’ cocks did my blood finally cool somewhat.
*****
Hours later- or perhaps minutes- I came back to earth. Sir Cosmo and Captain Zachary had tucked their cocks back into their pants.
“Not bad,” said Cosmo. “Inexperienced.”
Captain Zachary nodded. “She’ll get better with practice,” he said magnanimously.
My cheeks burned. I had just blown two relative strangers in a room with other men watching. I wasn’t exactly a virgin, but I was primarily lesbian and had little experience to speak of. And now my belly was full of cum.
Very, very full. Holy shit.
Captain Zachary looked over at Higgs and Blackmoor. They were both still obviously hard.
The captain nodded. “We’re done here. She’s imprinted. Take her back to her cell. She’ll be getting coded a little later.”
“Yessir,” they said in unison. They moved forward to take the spacer bar off my ankles and attach a leash to the ring on my collar. Then they escorted me back to my cell with little effort, as I was too dazed and subdued to offer any resistance.
*****
“Wow. Look at you.”
I heard Audrey’s voice as I lay on my cot with a hand on my belly, trying not to burp. My eyes were closed and my other hand was fanning my flushed cheeks.
“What do you mean?” I said, refusing to open my eyes.
Her voice was amused. “You’re glowing. They really did a number on you. Getting imprinted by two Slatian Masters at the same time? Wow.”
I tried not to blush and failed. “Whatever. I was there, remember? What’s imprinting, anyway?”
Audrey’s voice slipped into lecture mode. “You’ve got a certain amount of microscopic crystal slate particles in your blood now. Sir Cosmo and the captain are Slatian Alphas and they just imbued you with their masculine Slatian essence, amplifying those slate particles and causing them to replicate like crazy. Sort of like white blood cells. Makes it much easier to control you now, makes it easier for them to manipulate your biology, manipulate your senses, everything. It also triggers the pleasure centers of your brain, so you’ll be getting a rush of pleasure every time you obey orders. You’re a true bunny now. You’ll see.”
I grunted. I really needed to get out of this stupid city.
And I needed to stop thinking about their stupid cocks. Grrrrr.
*****
I was allowed a short nap, but it didn’t help. Audrey intuited that I was having trouble.
“You all right, Eliza?”
I was lying down, facing the wall. My hand was pressed between my thighs.
“Yeah,” I said, trying to keep my voice even.
There was a pause. Then Audrey said, “Horny?”
Fuck. “No,” I said.
She chuckled. “You’re not a good liar. You’re trying to get off without me noticing.”
Dammit. “Fine. Yes, I’m fucking horny.”
“You can jill off if you want. Not gonna bother me none. You know you’re going to be in low-grade heat now, right?”
That made me take notice. “What?”
“You just got imprinted. Your blood’s running warm to hot. Probably hotter, in your case. You didn’t grow up around here, so you haven’t had the low-grade exposure the locals grow up with.”
Wonderful. “So what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I could practically hear Audrey shrugging. “Jill off, while you still can. Your next owner might not even give you the option.”
“Won’t give me the- what the hell is that supposed to mean? He won’t allow me to jill myself off?”
Audrey sighed. “He may let you jill yourself all you want, but he might not let you come.”
“How the hell is gonna stop me?”
“Depends on your owner, but if you have a strong enough Master, you won’t have any say in the matter.”
I was pretty sure there wasn’t a Master in the world who was going to be able to stop me from coming if I decided I was going to, but this wasn’t the time for that argument.
Officer Kersey, the guard who had processed me the previous evening, appeared at the cell door with a shorter but equally muscular brunette. Kersey looked at me.
“Jane. You’re on for your appointment with Max. Let’s go.”
I sighed. Max the coder. I looked at Audrey as I got to my feet, one arm across my bare breasts, the other across my hips. “Better than ‘Doe’, I suppose.”
“Not really,” said Audrey, laying on her back with her hands behind her head. “You’re a bunny. You lost your right to a last name. A second name is a privilege now.”
I sighed. For fuck’s sake.
Kersey took a step closer. “Move it, bunny. We don’t have all night.”
“Do I get to have clothing for this?”
“No,” said Kersey. “Enough questions, bunny. Let’s go.”
I wasn’t in the mood to be tossed naked over the muscular woman’s shoulder, so I stopped arguing and turned so they could cuff me.
My nipples hardened.
Audrey chuckled. “Good call.”
The brunette- Officer Watkins, according to her badge- shackled my wrists behind me while Officer Kersey attached a leash to my collar ring. Then Watkins took a grip on my upper arm while Kersey led me by the leash down the hall. They escorted me to a room I hadn’t been in previously.
Kersey said, “You’re here to get coded. That means you’re about to get tattooed. Are you going to cooperate or do we need to quill you?”
I kept my voice even. “I’m an inker. I think I know what it entails.”
Kersey looked into the room. “Her name is Lady Max, but you will address her as ‘Mistress’. Is that understood, bunny?”
I felt my teeth clenching. “Yes,” I said.
Kersey’s grip on my bicep tightened. “You also address the guards as ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am’. Do I make myself clear, bunny?”
Grrrrrr. “Yes,” I said. There was a sudden increase of pressure on my arm. “Yes, ma’am,” I grated out.
The cuffs were removed and the leash unhooked. I walked into the room and plopped into the folding metal chair. I could see the equipment was laid out for a quick, clean tattoo. I sighed, thinking of my presently closed shop. Then I looked up at Max.
“Hi, bunny,” she said. She had short, stylish black hair and an impish smile. There was something very familiar about her, like seeing an actor from a favorite show appear in a different role. And then suddenly I knew.
”YOU!” I screamed, jumping up. ”BIMBO!”
It was the bimbo, minus the blonde hair, which must have been a wig. The cause of all my problems. The one who had tricked me into this whole mess.
She clucked her tongue. “Now, now. I’m sure I don’t know what you’re referring to, bunny. And you really need to behave. Referring to me as a bimbo is extremely insulting, you know, and I may have to insist you be punished.”
Then she opened her eyes really wide and gave an airheaded giggle. “And, gosh, like, you wouldn’t want that to happen, would you?”
It was too much. I leaped over the table and tackled her, both of us tumbling to the ground. I managed a single punch before I felt the first dart hit my butt cheek, followed a moment later by a second dart. I managed one more punch, but then my arms became too heavy to lift and I fell forward, my cheek to the floor, a puddle of drool already forming.
Footsteps sounded and moments later the boots of Kersey and Watkins were standing in my field of vision.
“Our apologies, Lady Max,” said Kersey. “Are you hurt? Do you require medical attention?”
“No,” said Max. “But I believe you have a bunny in absolute need of discipline.”
One of the guard radios cackled and the captain’s voice filled the room. “Status check. What’s going on, Kersey? Watkins?”
Kersey touched her shoulder. “Situation’s under control, sir. The new bunny bonked and attacked the coder. Directives?”
The radio cackled again. “Hold until I get there.”
“Understood, sir.”
They left me on the cold floor, naked and drooling, as they awaited the captain’s arrival. A minute later I felt the floor vibrate as Captain Zachary entered.
“All right,” he said, his voice taking over the room. “Someone give me the sitrep.”
Kersey reported. “The bunny entered the room and sat down. Then she suddenly jumped up and attacked Lady Max. We quilled her immediately, of course, but not in time to stop her from striking Lady Max twice.”
“I see,” said the captain. “Are you hurt, Lady Max?”
“A bit tender, but I’m fine. Really.”
Zachary grunted. “Excellent. On behalf of the Slate City Police Department, I apologize for this assault and I assure you that the bunny shall be dealt with in an appropriate manner.”
The double quilling had left me completely unable to move. Even my lips were numb. I felt the guards’ hands on me, turning me over, dragging me to the wall and leaving me propped up. I stared at them though half-lidded eyes, my chin wet with drool, unable to voice a single protest.
Kersey and Watkins stood on either side of me. Kersey said, “Directives, Captain?”
He spoke firmly. “Assign her to the Slate City brothel Banded Pleasures, at the port location. She can be the designated butt bunny for a couple months. That should hopefully teach her a lesson.”
Officer Watkins gave a snorted, unfeminine laugh. “Yessir. Getting that much cock up the ass will give her a whole new outlook.”
Max cleared her throat. “Captain Zachary?”
“Yes, Lady Max?”
“If you don’t mind my saying, it’s really not necessary to punish her in such a fashion for my sake. I’m sure she’s just having trouble adjusting to her new life as a bunny, and I’m a very forgiving kind of person. If you don’t mind giving me permission to, say, make a few additions to her coding, perhaps I could save you some paperwork?”
Zachary nodded. “Provided you are satisfied, that could be quite workable. Walk with me to my office and we’ll discuss it.”
Captain Zachary and Max left, leaving me and the guards alone in the room.
Kersey prodded me with her foot. “You’re lucky she’s so nice, bunny. She may have just saved your ass from being a city brothel bunny. Literally.”
Watkins nodded her agreement. “Yeah. Or even worse. Striking a free woman is one of the worst things you could have done. You’d have been lucky to only end up in a cathouse.”
Kersey continued. “If she pulls it off, you’d better thank the coder, bunny. The captain was assigning you to the port location. That’s even worse than the downtown location. Those horny sailors coming off the ships can be tough on a bunny’s ass.”
I couldn’t tell if they were screwing with me or not. I would have loved to tell them to go fuck themselves, but I still couldn’t move.
They carried on until Max returned a few minutes later. A dark bruise was forming beneath her eye and her nose was swollen. Maybe I couldn’t move, but I was smiling with satisfaction on the inside.
Max handed Kersey a sheet of paper. “Here’s the updated order for the bunny’s coding. Please lay the bunny across the table.”
Kersey looked over the paper, then laughed and handed it to Watkins. The guard took a look and laughed as well. Then the two guards lifted me up and carried me to the table. I was draped over the sturdy piece of furniture with little regard to my dignity or comfort. My bare belly pressed against the cool surface.
Max nodded her satisfaction. “Perfect. Thank you.”
I was laying on my belly, cheek to the table, arms beside me. Max stood next to the table, looking down at me. Then she swabbed some cool fluid on the inside of my right wrist.
Max glanced up at the guards. “Would you mind quilling her one more time? I’m going to be working on her for a bit and I’d rather she didn’t move.”
“Of course,” said Kersey. A moment later I felt two more sharp pinches against my abused butt cheek.
I seethed, pretty sure that just one would have been sufficient. They were apparently still mad that I had gone off on Max on their watch. Whatever.
Satisfied I was going to be motionless for some time, Max turned on her tattooing pen and went to work. My face was turned to the opposite direction, so I couldn’t see her work, but I could feel the vibrations and an intense tingling an inch or two from my palm. At least whatever she had swabbed over my wrist apparently prevented my experiencing any major pain. It was a small thing, but at this point I was willing to take even small victories.
She finished with my wrist and moved around the table. Then she began working on my left shoulder-blade. There was again little discomfort. Just the embarrassing knowledge that I was being permanently marked as a fucking bunny.
It didn’t take long. Max at least knew her craft. However, Max didn’t begin cleaning or putting away her tools. Instead she moved a few steps down and began swabbing my left ass cheek.
Her voice was smug as she said, “Not done yet, bunny. You still have to be punished.”
The buzzing started again and I could feel the intense vibrations against my ass cheek. I wanted to yell, to protest, anything, but I couldn’t do anything but lay there helplessly and drool as she scripted my bottom.
It seemed to take forever, but eventually she finished. She covered the entire tattoo with a bandage and taped it in place.
“There we go,” said Max, her hand warm on the back of my thigh. “I’m sure you’re dying of curiosity, so I’ll just tell you what your cute ass is announcing to the world now.”
She leaned forward and put her lips next to my ear. “It says, ‘Bimbo’. In great big letters. Just like you kept calling me, remember? Bimbo.”
Fuck. She had just permanently marked me as the lowest rung on the bunny ladder. A bimbo. A fucking playtoy. Fuck. Fuck!
She wasn’t done gloating yet, though. Her breath on my ear, she continued. “One thing you should know. This is Slatian ink, which means it has trace amounts of crystal slate in it. I won’t bore you with the science, but what it comes down to is that, for one, your tattoos will never fade. That’s a nice quality, don’t you think? But the fun part is number two, which is that the ink will respond in a similar manner as your band. In other words, every time you get spanked on that cheek, you’re going to get a nice, intense rush of heat and pleasure.”
Max leaned even closer. “That means that one little spanking can turn the cool, efficient Eliza into a helplessly wet, needy little slut. And bunnies get spanked often in Slate City.”
Then she licked my ear. Grrrrrrrrrr.
She stood up and turned to the guards. “Could you please turn her over?”
Kersey and Watkins moved in. They rolled me onto my side, then lay me flat on my back. Max began swabbing stuff over my bare nipples.
It wasn’t difficult to see where this was going. Fuck.
“Some nice decorative nipple rings,” confirmed Max. “Very cute, very stylish. They’re made from crystal slate, so a Slatian Master or Mistress can remove them if they want to…but you won’t be able to.”
It didn’t take her long. Minutes later, I was sporting an embarrassing pair of hoops decorating my nipples.
Max stood there surveying her work. Then she smiled and patted my cheek. “There you go, cutie. I’m so glad I was able to decorate the new bunny just before she gets sold to the public.”
If I hadn’t been so quilled, I would have punched her again.
Max turned to the guards. “I’m done here, but this work has gotten me worked up. Any chance I could use the bunny for a bit?”
Officer Kersey touched her shoulder. “Captain? The coder wants to use the bunny.”
The radio cackled the captain’s response. “That’s fine. When she’s done, take the bunny back to her cell.”
“Roger that, sir.”
Kersey nodded to Lady Max. “Go right ahead, ma’am. Officer Watkins and I will step out for a few minutes to get some coffee.”
The two officers stepped out and closed the door behind them. Max immediately stripped off her clothing. Then she got on the table and straddled my face.
“I’m sure you already went through something like this when you got imprinted,” she said, pressing her pussy against my mouth, “but I’m still glad to be one of the first to use you for bunny pleasure. Who’s the bimbo now, cutie? I could have waited until you weren’t quilled up anymore and made you satisfy me then, but I’m just not that mean. But now you can just be a good bunny and lay there while I use your face to get off.”
Oh, gawd. I could only lay there helplessly as she rubbed her pussy over my mouth, my face, again and again. She shuddered, coming several times, covering my face with her juices. I couldn’t move, couldn’t protest, couldn’t stop her from using me as a human playtoy.
“I hope my eye swells up really bad,” she said, her voice an erotic purr as she stroked her gushing pussy over my face. “I’m not going to put makeup on it. It’ll be a badge of honor. Eliza’s last bit of rebellion before she became an adorable little piece of fluff. Bimbo fluff.”
It felt like it went on forever, but eventually she stopped. Or couldn’t come anymore. She used my hair to dry her pussy, then swung her leg over and got off the table. She finished dressing just as the two officers returned.
Watkins looked at my messed-up hair and coated face. “Looks like you had a good time of it, ma’am.”
Max smiled. “I did. She’ll be a good bunny. A cute little joytoy.”
Kersey nodded. “Captain assigned one more punishment and he thought you might want to see it.”
“Oh?”
The guard held up a thick, industrial grey rubber object. I had never experienced one personally, but I knew what it was.
“Buttplug punishment,” said Kersey, her tone grim, but her eyes bright. “And since she pulled this stunt on my watch, I’m going to enjoy sticking this bad boy in her ass.”
*****
A short time later, I was back in my cell. I was not in a good place.
They’d shot me up with some sort of stimulant to get me moving again and I fervently wished they hadn’t. Whatever had been blocking the discomfort from my new tattoos and piercings had worn off and my wrist, shoulder and butt cheek ached where I had been scripted and coded. And my nipples burned so much, I wanted to scream.
But the most embarrassing discomfort was coming from my ass. My sphincter, to be precise.
The butt plug seemed crazy thick when Kersey pressed it against my tight backdoor. Fortunately I was so quilled up, nothing short of electricity could have tightened my sphincter. Being totally relaxed back there helped as Kersey pressed that thick plug into my virgin ass. I still went breathless when it popped into my rectum, but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.
What I’d been unaware of, though, was that this butt plug had special properties. I felt Kersey tap the exposed part of the plug a couple times and the plug suddenly thickened inside my ass. My eyes would have widened and I would have probably squealed if I hadn’t been so fucking quilled. I nearly squeaked as it was.
Unfortunately, between Kersey thickening the butt plug and the stimulant they gave me causing my ass to unconsciously clench that fat plug, I couldn’t remove the plug on my own. I was stuck waddling around my cell with my ass completely full of plug. Or I would have been waddling if I didn’t ache so much. Thanks to Max’s tattoos and piercings, though, I could only lay on my right side. I was fucking miserable.
Audrey was sympathetic.
“Damn,” she said. “You really have a gift for pissing people off, don’t you? I have never seen a girl get a ‘Bimbo’ tattoo on her ass right out the gate. And nipple rings? Holy shit.”
I groaned. “And a fucking evil butt plug.”
Audrey shrugged nonchalantly. “That happens. Hell, daddy did it to me and I’m not even a bunny.”
That got my attention. “Your father?!”
Audrey shrugged again. “He thought it might give me a new perspective on what he deemed inappropriate behavior.”
“Did it?”
My cellmate giggled. “It gave me something, although I’m not sure it was perspective. Made me think about misbehaving again, though.”
I closed my eyes. This place was an absolute cyclone of WTF.
Worse, though, was that the discomfort in my tight backdoor was slowly turning into embarrassingly heated intensity. I knew it was because of the crystal slate in my blood. I knew this. I knew it was condition, this substance, this crazy place causing it. But I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t stop the slowly growing arousal and pleasure emanating from my tightly-clenched anus.
Audrey appeared to recognize my condition. “You’d better relax back there. I’m serious. If you don’t, you’re going to end up coming like a butt slut, and once it starts, you won’t be able to stop it and you’ll end up having several. Anal orgasms are crazy intense. And once they teach you to orgasm from your ass, your bunny body won’t forget it. You’ll be stuck like that.”
I focused on relaxing my sphincter muscle. “Why’d they assign it as a punishment, then?”
Audrey grinned. “It’s a punishment for you, isn’t it? You’re not used to having your derriere packed full, are you? Besides, you already having a trained ass might add to your auction value.”
My auction. Holy fuck. I had forgotten about that.
Audrey made a sympathetic sound. “Bad luck ending up with a bimbo tattoo on your buns, though. That’s really going to cement you in as a joytoy.”
I growled. “How the hell was I supposed to know that the wench who got me into this mess would end up being the freakin’ coder?”
Audrey giggled. “I know, right? Definitely bad luck. You really did get set up. She got the goods and made sure you took the fall. And she made sure you ended up as a bunny, which was smart, since your word against hers now wouldn’t mean anything.”
Son of a bitch. She was right. I would have stomped my foot in frustration if I could move without something hurting.
“What are my options?” I asked, more to distract myself than anything else. I was pretty sure I already knew the answer.
“Pretty much none. You’re a bunny now. They’re really not concerned about your feelings.”
“Stupid city,” I said, my breathing becoming heavier. “Really…stupid…oh…dammit…!”
My sphincter suddenly clenched the butt plug and my body bucked as I came hard, unable to stop the volcanic intensity surging through my body. I’d never had an anal orgasm before and it was a different kind of explosive intensity, but in many ways more powerful, less constrained. My hips bucked uncontrollably and I crammed a fist in my mouth in a ludicrous attempt to muffle my moans, with little success. The crazy hot surge through my body brought my aching tattoos and piercings to the forefront of my perception, but instead of interfering or dulling down the heat, I actually felt endorphins flooding my body. My eyelids fluttered as an intense sense of euphoria enveloped my still-bucking body.
It was nearly a minute later when I finally collapsed back onto the cot, completely winded. The crystal-slate-enhanced anal orgasm had left me weak and breathless, my heart beating in my throat. I was a wet mess.
Exhausted, my eyes closed on their own. As I slowly sunk into languid darkness, the last thing I heard was Audrey’s bemused observation. “You really should have just told them your name.”
*****
When I woke, I was alone in the cell. I had no idea how long I’d been out.
It was late. Nearly lights out, in fact. Where the hell had Audrey gone?
A short, muscular guard I hadn’t seen before was looking over a clipboard. His badge identified him as Evert.
I raised my voice. “Hey!”
Evert paused, then slowly turned to look at me.
Dammit. I was still naked. I sat up and crossed my arms over my bare chest, moving as carefully as my aches, pains and piercings dictated. “Where’s Audrey? My cellmate?”
Evert stared at me, an eyebrow raised, and said nothing.
I sighed. “Where’s my cellmate, sir?”
Evert waited a second, then relented. “Gone. Her people got her while you were out.”
I felt a weight settle on my shoulders. I had known her less than 48 hours, but Audrey had been the only one to treat me even half-decently in this stupid city. I missed her already.
Evert studied me for a moment. “Sorry, bunny,” he said. Then he went back to his clipboard.
NEXT: Part 4- Eliza begins her training as a pub bunny at Sir Gregory’s.
Part 3- Eliza gets imprinted and coded.
My cellmate watched dispassionately as the guards dragged me in and left me on the floor. She waited a few seconds to see if I would move, then got up and walked over to me. She rolled me onto my back, then dragged me to the back of the cell, leaving me propped up naked against the cool wall. She removed the ball gag and tossed it on my cot.
I mumbled something she fortunately took as ‘thanks’.
She shrugged. “Don’t mention it. I’m assuming you got quilled.”
I mumbled again through thick, numb lips.
She sat on the floor next to me, her back also against the wall. “Yeah, I should have warned you about that. They’ll hit you with heat when they want to punish you and they’ll quill you when they want you quiet. Just everyday life for bunnies.”
The quill was starting to wear off and I shifted slightly. I still felt like I weighed 500 pounds, but at least I could move again. And talk, although it was mostly mumbling at the moment. Still, I needed some answers. “Wa ith cothing?”
My cellmate looked at me. “What?”
“Cothing,” I said, my tongue impossibly thick. “Wha…ith…cothing…?”
My cellmate looked confused. “Cothing? Cothing…cloth-in…co-thing…wait…do you mean coding?”
“Yeth!”
She chuckled and wiped my chin with her hand. “You’re adorable. Coding primarily means getting your bunny tats. You just got your tracking chip, so you’re now officially registered in their system. Congratulations- you just became a bandmaid slash bunny. Getting coded means they’ll have a scriptor tattoo a barcode on the inside of your wrist and the back of your shoulder. The barcode matches your tracking chip. Any scanner can identify you. So if you run away and somebody catches you, they can wave a cell phone at you and know where you belong.”
“I don’t bewong to anybody,” I said, trying to get my tongue to work.
She chuckled. “Not publicly, you mean. You technically belong to Slate City at the moment, but you’ll be auctioned and sold in a week or two.”
I shifted again. The quill was finally wearing off. I was still naked and drooling a great deal, though. Her words finally sunk in.
“AUCTIONED?!”
“Yep. Packaged pretty to show off your assets and sold to the highest bidder.”
My heart was pounding. I took a deep breath to steady myself. “Wook, ummm…dammit. I don’t know your name.”
She gave me a look. “I was wondering if you were ever going to bother asking. I’m Audrey.”
Fuck. She was right. “Thowwy,” I said, meaning it. “Eliza.”
The redhead gave me a curt nod.
It was a start. “Anyway, what do I do to get out of this? I can appeal, wight? Who’s my lawyer?”
Audrey looked amused. “Appeal? You’re a bunny now. You really don’t have much legal standing. How the hell did you end up in this mess anyway? You’re obviously not from here.”
I clenched my teeth. “I got thet up. And, in hindthight, pwobably made a couple bad dethisions.” I gave her a short, sanitized version of what happened.
“Ouch,” said Audrey, once she had worked through my slurred story. “Sounds like you did get set up. I wonder why that bimbo was willing to take that kind of chance? If she had gotten caught trying to sneak you in, she would have gotten herself in trouble. Maybe even the kind of trouble you’re in now. What was her name?”
I sighed. “I don’t know.”
Audrey stared at me incredulously. “You let her sneak you into Slate City and you never even asked her name?”
I pulled my legs up and hugged my knees, trying to hide my nakedness and embarrassment. “Wasn’t, umm, weally a priority at the time.”
Audrey rolled her eyes. “You struggle with this name thing, don’t you?”
“What about you?” I said, trying to change the subject. “You know this cwazy place way better than I do. How the hell did you end up here? Why haven’t you been banded?”
Audrey grinned. “I have an advantage. Daddy’s on the council.”
“Council? What council?”
“The Slate City Council of 5. They’re in charge of Slate City. Well, mostly. The Prime is the head guy, but the Council is a big part of the city government.”
My head was starting to spin from trying to take in so much new information. “So your father’s one of the top guys in Slate City?”
“Yes.”
“Then how the hell did you even end up in jail?!”
She shrugged. “Hit a guy for calling me a bitch.”
I stared incredulously. “They put you in jail for that?!”
“I was holding a champagne bottle at the time.”
I blinked. “Oh.”
She shrugged. “Not really that big a deal. The bump should go away soon.”
I nodded. “They usually do.”
“It’s not even a major concussion. Just a little one.”
I had a thought. “So if your father wasn’t part of the Council…”
She finished the sentence for me. “…I’d be just as banded as you are. Yep.”
“Even though it was his fault?”
Audrey shrugged. “I whacked a guy from a Quality family with a champagne bottle. Not likely to win many debates under those conditions. Plus I punched his sister.”
“Punched his sister?!”
She nodded. “Yep. That’s why he called me a bitch.”
I slapped a hand over my mouth to stop my giggle, wondering if I had just met my spirit animal. “Oh, my. You like to live on the edge, don’t you?”
Audrey gave me a tight smile. “If you’re not living on the edge, you’re taking up too much space, right?”
“So they’ll arrest you, but not band you?”
She shrugged. “Yeah, pretty much. They’ll just leave me in here until someone comes to get me. It’s not total protection, of course. Some fathers band their daughters for control purposes if they’re too wild or for political or marriage purposes.”
“Marriage purposes?”
“Sure,” said Audrey. “Matrimony banding is a thing.”
I shook my head. “This is a fucked-up city.”
Audrey grinned. “Yep. And now it owns you.”
*****
We ate lunch. I still wasn’t given any clothing. A short time later, Higgs unlocked the cell door. Blackmoor stood behind him.
“Let’s go, Jane. You have an appointment.”
Audrey looked over from her cot. “Imprinting. Have fun.”
I gave her a look, then swung my legs down. “All right, all right. I’m coming. Relax.”
I got off the bed and moved toward the cell door, one arm across my chest, the other slanted across my hips. Higgs twirled his finger, telling me to turn around to be cuffed. I growled. This was embarrassing enough under normal circumstances, but doing this naked in front of a male guard made things that much worse.
I said, “How about some clothes, chief?”
Higgs pulled my arms away from their allotted position and forced them behind my back, suddenly exposing my bare body. He shackled my wrists together behind me. “How about no?”
I clenched my teeth. “I’m not planning on walking through the halls butt-naked.”
Higgs spoke offhandedly. “Your plans don’t contribute to the agenda.”
Audrey laughed. “Aw, c’mon, Mr. Higgs. Give her something to cover her bare butt.”
Higgs turned to her. “I recommend you not interfere, milady. Your father’s influence aside, you’ll likely be in this situation yourself soon enough, but no need for you to hasten that day by obstructing a banding, if you take my meaning.”
Audrey laughed again, but made no further comments.
Higgs grunted, then turned back to me. “Let’s go.”
I glared at him. “Bite me. Give me something to wear.”
Higgs looked at Blackmoor and rolled his eyes. Then he grabbed the back of my collar and bent me over. Suddenly his heavy hand swatted my rear.
My eyes widened and I squealed at the unexpected swat. Blackmoor popped a red ball gag into my mouth and secured it behind my head, muffling my curses. Higgs picked me up and draped my naked body over his shoulder, then turned and strolled out of the cell.
We continued down the hall, his scruffy cheek pressed against my bare butt cheek as I bounced on his shoulder. One of his arms secured me to his shoulder, the other secured my legs. I screeched my humiliation into the ball gag, which soaked up my verbal abuse effortlessly.
Higgs carried me easily down the cool hall and into a room, where we came to a stop. Blackmoor circled around in front of Higgs and I realized he was cuffing my ankles into a spacer bar, preventing me from kicking or even walking, most likely.
Higgs shrugged me off his shoulder and I tumbled to the ground. He and Blackmoor wrestled me into a kneeling position and then secured the chain of my wrist cuffs to the spacer bar, effectively locking me into a kneeling position, my wrists secured behind me.
Furious, I looked around the room. I could feel strong, masculine presences in the room, and once I looked around, I realized why. Captain Zachary was standing in front of me, and the equally imposing figure of Sir Cosmo stood next to him. Higgs and Blackmoor stepped back. The officer whose name I didn’t know was at the computer again.
Zachary stared down at me impassively. “All right, Jane, enough with the behavior. You’re here to be imprinted. Don’t exert more energy than you need to.”
Nervousness amplified my rage. I directed a number of obscenities into the ball gag.
Sir Cosmo glanced at the captain. “Feisty, isn’t she?”
Zachary nodded. “She is indeed. I don’t believe she grew up here, so it’s to be expected, I suppose. Are you ready?”
Sir Cosmo nodded. “Sure. Let’s do it.”
Higgs walked over and slid a key into the heavy grey collar around my neck. I heard a ‘click’ as he turned the key. The collar opened and he pulled it away from my throat. Then he placed a thinner, less industrial, more polished gray collar on my neck. A ring protruded from the front of this band.
Zachary looked toward the officer manning the computer. “Officer Raymont, are we good to go?”
The officer pressed a few keys, then nodded. “Yessir. Her stats are up.”
“Good,” said the captain. He turned to Sir Cosmo. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Sir Cosmo stood directly in front of me. He appeared to grow even larger. He didn’t do or say anything, but he seemed to swell. The room felt quieter.
It was weird. My blood felt like it was running hot. Really hot. I could feel my heartbeat accelerating. My hips twitched involuntarily. I heard Raymont tapping keys on his computer, heard him say “Replication amplifying,” but he sounded far away.
Sir Cosmo was the center of my attention now. He was huge, perfect in every way. I was suddenly aware of him as a man. And Captain Zachary as well. Their presences were dominant. Powerful. Commanding. Ultimate specimens. I could feel the heat and power emanating from their groins and my eyes dropped involuntarily. The presence of those mighty cocks filled my consciousness. Thick. Heavy. Potent. Forceful.
Waves of pure heat and domination washed over me, setting my blood on fire. I was kneeling in the presence of two Masters because it was right that I did so. I wore a collar because it was my job to serve masters, to serve these Masters. At that realization, my nipples hardened, my pussy lubricated and my belly muscles flared in heat and need.
I heard a Master’s voice in my head then. ”Please me.”
Master must have pulled the ball gag from my mouth at some point, but I hadn’t noticed. He’d dropped his pants and his cock, his glorious, powerful cock, stood erect before me. It was thick, impossibly thick, but I found myself taking that cock into my mouth, trying desperately to fit it completely in my mouth. I suddenly realized my wrists had been freed and I used my hands to work that magnificent shaft.
A small part of my brain noted that it had been Higgs that unlocked my cuffs. That small part of my brain registered that Higgs and Blackmoor were both erect, apparently overwhelmed by the presence of Slatian Alphas as well.
I urgently worked Master’s cock. Time wasn’t important. Only satisfying that rigid, powerful cock. There was a sudden rumble in my head and a hot, torrid stream began flooding my mouth. My eyes widened as I instinctively swallowed the thick, lava-like flow and I felt my belly filling with the heavy, potent semen.
And then the warm weight in my belly triggered my release.
I moaned around Master’s cock, unable to control my bunny body. I shuddered again and again, the collar around my neck amplifying my helpless explosions of heat and need. My band felt hot, impossibly hot, but it formed my perfect center and the heat and pleasure seemed to flow from it.
Another Master’s cock pressed against my lips. My vision swam as I took that cock into my mouth as well, worked that shaft as desperately as I had worked the first one. My little hands cupped the heavy, formidable balls, my tired mouth slid over the rigid thickness. And when that Master’s cock filled my bunny belly, I helplessly came again.
And only when I had fully pleased both Masters’ cocks did my blood finally cool somewhat.
*****
Hours later- or perhaps minutes- I came back to earth. Sir Cosmo and Captain Zachary had tucked their cocks back into their pants.
“Not bad,” said Cosmo. “Inexperienced.”
Captain Zachary nodded. “She’ll get better with practice,” he said magnanimously.
My cheeks burned. I had just blown two relative strangers in a room with other men watching. I wasn’t exactly a virgin, but I was primarily lesbian and had little experience to speak of. And now my belly was full of cum.
Very, very full. Holy shit.
Captain Zachary looked over at Higgs and Blackmoor. They were both still obviously hard.
The captain nodded. “We’re done here. She’s imprinted. Take her back to her cell. She’ll be getting coded a little later.”
“Yessir,” they said in unison. They moved forward to take the spacer bar off my ankles and attach a leash to the ring on my collar. Then they escorted me back to my cell with little effort, as I was too dazed and subdued to offer any resistance.
*****
“Wow. Look at you.”
I heard Audrey’s voice as I lay on my cot with a hand on my belly, trying not to burp. My eyes were closed and my other hand was fanning my flushed cheeks.
“What do you mean?” I said, refusing to open my eyes.
Her voice was amused. “You’re glowing. They really did a number on you. Getting imprinted by two Slatian Masters at the same time? Wow.”
I tried not to blush and failed. “Whatever. I was there, remember? What’s imprinting, anyway?”
Audrey’s voice slipped into lecture mode. “You’ve got a certain amount of microscopic crystal slate particles in your blood now. Sir Cosmo and the captain are Slatian Alphas and they just imbued you with their masculine Slatian essence, amplifying those slate particles and causing them to replicate like crazy. Sort of like white blood cells. Makes it much easier to control you now, makes it easier for them to manipulate your biology, manipulate your senses, everything. It also triggers the pleasure centers of your brain, so you’ll be getting a rush of pleasure every time you obey orders. You’re a true bunny now. You’ll see.”
I grunted. I really needed to get out of this stupid city.
And I needed to stop thinking about their stupid cocks. Grrrrr.
*****
I was allowed a short nap, but it didn’t help. Audrey intuited that I was having trouble.
“You all right, Eliza?”
I was lying down, facing the wall. My hand was pressed between my thighs.
“Yeah,” I said, trying to keep my voice even.
There was a pause. Then Audrey said, “Horny?”
Fuck. “No,” I said.
She chuckled. “You’re not a good liar. You’re trying to get off without me noticing.”
Dammit. “Fine. Yes, I’m fucking horny.”
“You can jill off if you want. Not gonna bother me none. You know you’re going to be in low-grade heat now, right?”
That made me take notice. “What?”
“You just got imprinted. Your blood’s running warm to hot. Probably hotter, in your case. You didn’t grow up around here, so you haven’t had the low-grade exposure the locals grow up with.”
Wonderful. “So what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I could practically hear Audrey shrugging. “Jill off, while you still can. Your next owner might not even give you the option.”
“Won’t give me the- what the hell is that supposed to mean? He won’t allow me to jill myself off?”
Audrey sighed. “He may let you jill yourself all you want, but he might not let you come.”
“How the hell is gonna stop me?”
“Depends on your owner, but if you have a strong enough Master, you won’t have any say in the matter.”
I was pretty sure there wasn’t a Master in the world who was going to be able to stop me from coming if I decided I was going to, but this wasn’t the time for that argument.
Officer Kersey, the guard who had processed me the previous evening, appeared at the cell door with a shorter but equally muscular brunette. Kersey looked at me.
“Jane. You’re on for your appointment with Max. Let’s go.”
I sighed. Max the coder. I looked at Audrey as I got to my feet, one arm across my bare breasts, the other across my hips. “Better than ‘Doe’, I suppose.”
“Not really,” said Audrey, laying on her back with her hands behind her head. “You’re a bunny. You lost your right to a last name. A second name is a privilege now.”
I sighed. For fuck’s sake.
Kersey took a step closer. “Move it, bunny. We don’t have all night.”
“Do I get to have clothing for this?”
“No,” said Kersey. “Enough questions, bunny. Let’s go.”
I wasn’t in the mood to be tossed naked over the muscular woman’s shoulder, so I stopped arguing and turned so they could cuff me.
My nipples hardened.
Audrey chuckled. “Good call.”
The brunette- Officer Watkins, according to her badge- shackled my wrists behind me while Officer Kersey attached a leash to my collar ring. Then Watkins took a grip on my upper arm while Kersey led me by the leash down the hall. They escorted me to a room I hadn’t been in previously.
Kersey said, “You’re here to get coded. That means you’re about to get tattooed. Are you going to cooperate or do we need to quill you?”
I kept my voice even. “I’m an inker. I think I know what it entails.”
Kersey looked into the room. “Her name is Lady Max, but you will address her as ‘Mistress’. Is that understood, bunny?”
I felt my teeth clenching. “Yes,” I said.
Kersey’s grip on my bicep tightened. “You also address the guards as ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am’. Do I make myself clear, bunny?”
Grrrrrr. “Yes,” I said. There was a sudden increase of pressure on my arm. “Yes, ma’am,” I grated out.
The cuffs were removed and the leash unhooked. I walked into the room and plopped into the folding metal chair. I could see the equipment was laid out for a quick, clean tattoo. I sighed, thinking of my presently closed shop. Then I looked up at Max.
“Hi, bunny,” she said. She had short, stylish black hair and an impish smile. There was something very familiar about her, like seeing an actor from a favorite show appear in a different role. And then suddenly I knew.
”YOU!” I screamed, jumping up. ”BIMBO!”
It was the bimbo, minus the blonde hair, which must have been a wig. The cause of all my problems. The one who had tricked me into this whole mess.
She clucked her tongue. “Now, now. I’m sure I don’t know what you’re referring to, bunny. And you really need to behave. Referring to me as a bimbo is extremely insulting, you know, and I may have to insist you be punished.”
Then she opened her eyes really wide and gave an airheaded giggle. “And, gosh, like, you wouldn’t want that to happen, would you?”
It was too much. I leaped over the table and tackled her, both of us tumbling to the ground. I managed a single punch before I felt the first dart hit my butt cheek, followed a moment later by a second dart. I managed one more punch, but then my arms became too heavy to lift and I fell forward, my cheek to the floor, a puddle of drool already forming.
Footsteps sounded and moments later the boots of Kersey and Watkins were standing in my field of vision.
“Our apologies, Lady Max,” said Kersey. “Are you hurt? Do you require medical attention?”
“No,” said Max. “But I believe you have a bunny in absolute need of discipline.”
One of the guard radios cackled and the captain’s voice filled the room. “Status check. What’s going on, Kersey? Watkins?”
Kersey touched her shoulder. “Situation’s under control, sir. The new bunny bonked and attacked the coder. Directives?”
The radio cackled again. “Hold until I get there.”
“Understood, sir.”
They left me on the cold floor, naked and drooling, as they awaited the captain’s arrival. A minute later I felt the floor vibrate as Captain Zachary entered.
“All right,” he said, his voice taking over the room. “Someone give me the sitrep.”
Kersey reported. “The bunny entered the room and sat down. Then she suddenly jumped up and attacked Lady Max. We quilled her immediately, of course, but not in time to stop her from striking Lady Max twice.”
“I see,” said the captain. “Are you hurt, Lady Max?”
“A bit tender, but I’m fine. Really.”
Zachary grunted. “Excellent. On behalf of the Slate City Police Department, I apologize for this assault and I assure you that the bunny shall be dealt with in an appropriate manner.”
The double quilling had left me completely unable to move. Even my lips were numb. I felt the guards’ hands on me, turning me over, dragging me to the wall and leaving me propped up. I stared at them though half-lidded eyes, my chin wet with drool, unable to voice a single protest.
Kersey and Watkins stood on either side of me. Kersey said, “Directives, Captain?”
He spoke firmly. “Assign her to the Slate City brothel Banded Pleasures, at the port location. She can be the designated butt bunny for a couple months. That should hopefully teach her a lesson.”
Officer Watkins gave a snorted, unfeminine laugh. “Yessir. Getting that much cock up the ass will give her a whole new outlook.”
Max cleared her throat. “Captain Zachary?”
“Yes, Lady Max?”
“If you don’t mind my saying, it’s really not necessary to punish her in such a fashion for my sake. I’m sure she’s just having trouble adjusting to her new life as a bunny, and I’m a very forgiving kind of person. If you don’t mind giving me permission to, say, make a few additions to her coding, perhaps I could save you some paperwork?”
Zachary nodded. “Provided you are satisfied, that could be quite workable. Walk with me to my office and we’ll discuss it.”
Captain Zachary and Max left, leaving me and the guards alone in the room.
Kersey prodded me with her foot. “You’re lucky she’s so nice, bunny. She may have just saved your ass from being a city brothel bunny. Literally.”
Watkins nodded her agreement. “Yeah. Or even worse. Striking a free woman is one of the worst things you could have done. You’d have been lucky to only end up in a cathouse.”
Kersey continued. “If she pulls it off, you’d better thank the coder, bunny. The captain was assigning you to the port location. That’s even worse than the downtown location. Those horny sailors coming off the ships can be tough on a bunny’s ass.”
I couldn’t tell if they were screwing with me or not. I would have loved to tell them to go fuck themselves, but I still couldn’t move.
They carried on until Max returned a few minutes later. A dark bruise was forming beneath her eye and her nose was swollen. Maybe I couldn’t move, but I was smiling with satisfaction on the inside.
Max handed Kersey a sheet of paper. “Here’s the updated order for the bunny’s coding. Please lay the bunny across the table.”
Kersey looked over the paper, then laughed and handed it to Watkins. The guard took a look and laughed as well. Then the two guards lifted me up and carried me to the table. I was draped over the sturdy piece of furniture with little regard to my dignity or comfort. My bare belly pressed against the cool surface.
Max nodded her satisfaction. “Perfect. Thank you.”
I was laying on my belly, cheek to the table, arms beside me. Max stood next to the table, looking down at me. Then she swabbed some cool fluid on the inside of my right wrist.
Max glanced up at the guards. “Would you mind quilling her one more time? I’m going to be working on her for a bit and I’d rather she didn’t move.”
“Of course,” said Kersey. A moment later I felt two more sharp pinches against my abused butt cheek.
I seethed, pretty sure that just one would have been sufficient. They were apparently still mad that I had gone off on Max on their watch. Whatever.
Satisfied I was going to be motionless for some time, Max turned on her tattooing pen and went to work. My face was turned to the opposite direction, so I couldn’t see her work, but I could feel the vibrations and an intense tingling an inch or two from my palm. At least whatever she had swabbed over my wrist apparently prevented my experiencing any major pain. It was a small thing, but at this point I was willing to take even small victories.
She finished with my wrist and moved around the table. Then she began working on my left shoulder-blade. There was again little discomfort. Just the embarrassing knowledge that I was being permanently marked as a fucking bunny.
It didn’t take long. Max at least knew her craft. However, Max didn’t begin cleaning or putting away her tools. Instead she moved a few steps down and began swabbing my left ass cheek.
Her voice was smug as she said, “Not done yet, bunny. You still have to be punished.”
The buzzing started again and I could feel the intense vibrations against my ass cheek. I wanted to yell, to protest, anything, but I couldn’t do anything but lay there helplessly and drool as she scripted my bottom.
It seemed to take forever, but eventually she finished. She covered the entire tattoo with a bandage and taped it in place.
“There we go,” said Max, her hand warm on the back of my thigh. “I’m sure you’re dying of curiosity, so I’ll just tell you what your cute ass is announcing to the world now.”
She leaned forward and put her lips next to my ear. “It says, ‘Bimbo’. In great big letters. Just like you kept calling me, remember? Bimbo.”
Fuck. She had just permanently marked me as the lowest rung on the bunny ladder. A bimbo. A fucking playtoy. Fuck. Fuck!
She wasn’t done gloating yet, though. Her breath on my ear, she continued. “One thing you should know. This is Slatian ink, which means it has trace amounts of crystal slate in it. I won’t bore you with the science, but what it comes down to is that, for one, your tattoos will never fade. That’s a nice quality, don’t you think? But the fun part is number two, which is that the ink will respond in a similar manner as your band. In other words, every time you get spanked on that cheek, you’re going to get a nice, intense rush of heat and pleasure.”
Max leaned even closer. “That means that one little spanking can turn the cool, efficient Eliza into a helplessly wet, needy little slut. And bunnies get spanked often in Slate City.”
Then she licked my ear. Grrrrrrrrrr.
She stood up and turned to the guards. “Could you please turn her over?”
Kersey and Watkins moved in. They rolled me onto my side, then lay me flat on my back. Max began swabbing stuff over my bare nipples.
It wasn’t difficult to see where this was going. Fuck.
“Some nice decorative nipple rings,” confirmed Max. “Very cute, very stylish. They’re made from crystal slate, so a Slatian Master or Mistress can remove them if they want to…but you won’t be able to.”
It didn’t take her long. Minutes later, I was sporting an embarrassing pair of hoops decorating my nipples.
Max stood there surveying her work. Then she smiled and patted my cheek. “There you go, cutie. I’m so glad I was able to decorate the new bunny just before she gets sold to the public.”
If I hadn’t been so quilled, I would have punched her again.
Max turned to the guards. “I’m done here, but this work has gotten me worked up. Any chance I could use the bunny for a bit?”
Officer Kersey touched her shoulder. “Captain? The coder wants to use the bunny.”
The radio cackled the captain’s response. “That’s fine. When she’s done, take the bunny back to her cell.”
“Roger that, sir.”
Kersey nodded to Lady Max. “Go right ahead, ma’am. Officer Watkins and I will step out for a few minutes to get some coffee.”
The two officers stepped out and closed the door behind them. Max immediately stripped off her clothing. Then she got on the table and straddled my face.
“I’m sure you already went through something like this when you got imprinted,” she said, pressing her pussy against my mouth, “but I’m still glad to be one of the first to use you for bunny pleasure. Who’s the bimbo now, cutie? I could have waited until you weren’t quilled up anymore and made you satisfy me then, but I’m just not that mean. But now you can just be a good bunny and lay there while I use your face to get off.”
Oh, gawd. I could only lay there helplessly as she rubbed her pussy over my mouth, my face, again and again. She shuddered, coming several times, covering my face with her juices. I couldn’t move, couldn’t protest, couldn’t stop her from using me as a human playtoy.
“I hope my eye swells up really bad,” she said, her voice an erotic purr as she stroked her gushing pussy over my face. “I’m not going to put makeup on it. It’ll be a badge of honor. Eliza’s last bit of rebellion before she became an adorable little piece of fluff. Bimbo fluff.”
It felt like it went on forever, but eventually she stopped. Or couldn’t come anymore. She used my hair to dry her pussy, then swung her leg over and got off the table. She finished dressing just as the two officers returned.
Watkins looked at my messed-up hair and coated face. “Looks like you had a good time of it, ma’am.”
Max smiled. “I did. She’ll be a good bunny. A cute little joytoy.”
Kersey nodded. “Captain assigned one more punishment and he thought you might want to see it.”
“Oh?”
The guard held up a thick, industrial grey rubber object. I had never experienced one personally, but I knew what it was.
“Buttplug punishment,” said Kersey, her tone grim, but her eyes bright. “And since she pulled this stunt on my watch, I’m going to enjoy sticking this bad boy in her ass.”
*****
A short time later, I was back in my cell. I was not in a good place.
They’d shot me up with some sort of stimulant to get me moving again and I fervently wished they hadn’t. Whatever had been blocking the discomfort from my new tattoos and piercings had worn off and my wrist, shoulder and butt cheek ached where I had been scripted and coded. And my nipples burned so much, I wanted to scream.
But the most embarrassing discomfort was coming from my ass. My sphincter, to be precise.
The butt plug seemed crazy thick when Kersey pressed it against my tight backdoor. Fortunately I was so quilled up, nothing short of electricity could have tightened my sphincter. Being totally relaxed back there helped as Kersey pressed that thick plug into my virgin ass. I still went breathless when it popped into my rectum, but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.
What I’d been unaware of, though, was that this butt plug had special properties. I felt Kersey tap the exposed part of the plug a couple times and the plug suddenly thickened inside my ass. My eyes would have widened and I would have probably squealed if I hadn’t been so fucking quilled. I nearly squeaked as it was.
Unfortunately, between Kersey thickening the butt plug and the stimulant they gave me causing my ass to unconsciously clench that fat plug, I couldn’t remove the plug on my own. I was stuck waddling around my cell with my ass completely full of plug. Or I would have been waddling if I didn’t ache so much. Thanks to Max’s tattoos and piercings, though, I could only lay on my right side. I was fucking miserable.
Audrey was sympathetic.
“Damn,” she said. “You really have a gift for pissing people off, don’t you? I have never seen a girl get a ‘Bimbo’ tattoo on her ass right out the gate. And nipple rings? Holy shit.”
I groaned. “And a fucking evil butt plug.”
Audrey shrugged nonchalantly. “That happens. Hell, daddy did it to me and I’m not even a bunny.”
That got my attention. “Your father?!”
Audrey shrugged again. “He thought it might give me a new perspective on what he deemed inappropriate behavior.”
“Did it?”
My cellmate giggled. “It gave me something, although I’m not sure it was perspective. Made me think about misbehaving again, though.”
I closed my eyes. This place was an absolute cyclone of WTF.
Worse, though, was that the discomfort in my tight backdoor was slowly turning into embarrassingly heated intensity. I knew it was because of the crystal slate in my blood. I knew this. I knew it was condition, this substance, this crazy place causing it. But I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t stop the slowly growing arousal and pleasure emanating from my tightly-clenched anus.
Audrey appeared to recognize my condition. “You’d better relax back there. I’m serious. If you don’t, you’re going to end up coming like a butt slut, and once it starts, you won’t be able to stop it and you’ll end up having several. Anal orgasms are crazy intense. And once they teach you to orgasm from your ass, your bunny body won’t forget it. You’ll be stuck like that.”
I focused on relaxing my sphincter muscle. “Why’d they assign it as a punishment, then?”
Audrey grinned. “It’s a punishment for you, isn’t it? You’re not used to having your derriere packed full, are you? Besides, you already having a trained ass might add to your auction value.”
My auction. Holy fuck. I had forgotten about that.
Audrey made a sympathetic sound. “Bad luck ending up with a bimbo tattoo on your buns, though. That’s really going to cement you in as a joytoy.”
I growled. “How the hell was I supposed to know that the wench who got me into this mess would end up being the freakin’ coder?”
Audrey giggled. “I know, right? Definitely bad luck. You really did get set up. She got the goods and made sure you took the fall. And she made sure you ended up as a bunny, which was smart, since your word against hers now wouldn’t mean anything.”
Son of a bitch. She was right. I would have stomped my foot in frustration if I could move without something hurting.
“What are my options?” I asked, more to distract myself than anything else. I was pretty sure I already knew the answer.
“Pretty much none. You’re a bunny now. They’re really not concerned about your feelings.”
“Stupid city,” I said, my breathing becoming heavier. “Really…stupid…oh…dammit…!”
My sphincter suddenly clenched the butt plug and my body bucked as I came hard, unable to stop the volcanic intensity surging through my body. I’d never had an anal orgasm before and it was a different kind of explosive intensity, but in many ways more powerful, less constrained. My hips bucked uncontrollably and I crammed a fist in my mouth in a ludicrous attempt to muffle my moans, with little success. The crazy hot surge through my body brought my aching tattoos and piercings to the forefront of my perception, but instead of interfering or dulling down the heat, I actually felt endorphins flooding my body. My eyelids fluttered as an intense sense of euphoria enveloped my still-bucking body.
It was nearly a minute later when I finally collapsed back onto the cot, completely winded. The crystal-slate-enhanced anal orgasm had left me weak and breathless, my heart beating in my throat. I was a wet mess.
Exhausted, my eyes closed on their own. As I slowly sunk into languid darkness, the last thing I heard was Audrey’s bemused observation. “You really should have just told them your name.”
*****
When I woke, I was alone in the cell. I had no idea how long I’d been out.
It was late. Nearly lights out, in fact. Where the hell had Audrey gone?
A short, muscular guard I hadn’t seen before was looking over a clipboard. His badge identified him as Evert.
I raised my voice. “Hey!”
Evert paused, then slowly turned to look at me.
Dammit. I was still naked. I sat up and crossed my arms over my bare chest, moving as carefully as my aches, pains and piercings dictated. “Where’s Audrey? My cellmate?”
Evert stared at me, an eyebrow raised, and said nothing.
I sighed. “Where’s my cellmate, sir?”
Evert waited a second, then relented. “Gone. Her people got her while you were out.”
I felt a weight settle on my shoulders. I had known her less than 48 hours, but Audrey had been the only one to treat me even half-decently in this stupid city. I missed her already.
Evert studied me for a moment. “Sorry, bunny,” he said. Then he went back to his clipboard.
NEXT: Part 4- Eliza begins her training as a pub bunny at Sir Gregory’s.