The taste of blood lingers on my lips as I am roused awake. The morning sun peeking in through the window I had been laying my head against, the rocking of the limousine disturbing my slumber. My heart spikes. My eyes silently open wide, and I can feel adrenaline rushing through my body. That taste on my lips is that of violence. Sex. Pain. Desire. Even as my fight or flight response kicks in, I’m intoxicated by how good it feels. My eyes glance towards the limo driver. I can only see the back of his head. I don’t know who he is. He might be male, but he looks mighty tasty. All I have to do is remove this damn seat belt and wrap my hands around his neck and-
“Miss Leywood, are you quite alright? You look positively startled. Did you have a nightmare?”
His words of concern knock me out of my trance. I wipe my lip with the sleeve of my cotton brown shirt, and stare at it. Nothing but a drop of saliva. None of that sweet red. I casually lick my lips just to confirm it. I was just imagining it. And I begin to calm down, and feel guilty. I’m not the sort of person who would do… Whatever the hell I was about to do to this stranger. Soon, I can no longer notice my heartbeat, and to play things off, I stretch my arms into the air and loudly yawn, then begin rubbing the sleepiness out of my eyes.
“Y-Yes sir,” I squeak respectfully, “You… G-Guessed right, it was just a bad dream…”
I lie. I don’t understand these ‘narratives’ most people talk about when they describe their dreams. I dream only of splashes of pitch black, vibrant red and purple, punctuated by those wonderful feelings of intense pain and pleasure. Moans and screams. Love and hate. And that’s all.
“I’m sorry to hear that, Miss Leywood. You’ll be pleased to hear that we’ll be arriving at the La Belfonse estate within the hour. Thank you for being patient on this long drive.”
‘Pleased to hear’, he says. I’m not sure why I would be pleased about anything. Pleased about being taken from one rich bitch’s house and stuffed into another. That I’d be looking forward to wearing that damn fetishistic maid outfit. And I’m totally looking forward to signing that damn slave contract at gunpoint. Honestly been considering trying to kill the Princess before she can force me into such an agreement. It would be my last middle finger towards this fucking world. I’d kill her then slaughter as many people as I can, and die laughing. And that sounds appealing. Serves them right for thinking they can try to tame and fuck the beast.
“That’s good to hear. It’ll be nice to get out and stretch my legs…” I simply respond, my voice is timid and meek, he must think I’m the most cowardly girl alive.
And I am. Because I’m not the sort of person to give in to my urges. And I’m not going to kill the Princess. No matter what she does to me… I still can’t hurt her. Every time I’ve hurt someone, I hate it. The guilt still eats away at me. I don’t want anything to force me to hurt anyone or anything else, either.
I've met the Princess, too. She doesn't seem to be afraid of me. That makes her interesting, especially considering what I did to my last owner. That makes me less inclined to kill her.
Also, she's hot. A total 'Mommy'. But my last owner was hot, too, so maybe that’s a bad sign. My mood drops again.
“That’s good,” He simply says.
And with that I have nothing else to go off of. I don’t want conversation anyway. I just want to stew in misery and enjoy these last few moments of freedom, trapped in a vehicle hurtling straight towards my new glittering prison of opulence.
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Of course, it doesn’t last long. There’s not much to think about, not much to enjoy. Before I know it, the estate has come into view, peaking over the hills. We’re driving parallel to the land it owns, over acres of fields and woodlands, and I can see a glistening sapphire blue lake in the distance, twinkling in the sunlight. The road leads towards a series of stunning buildings constructed from white brick, boldly reflecting the sunlight, boasting how clean and beautiful and untarnished it is. The thought of me having to maintain this decadent lie of a structure makes me nauseous. I can see the main manor building, and several others off to the side, maybe guest houses or storage buildings. It’s nicer than the Leywood estate, that’s for sure. Larger, more beautiful and impressive. Can’t wait to live in the worst corners of it.
The car pulls up right in front of the main building after driving up a mildly steep slope. The road circles a beautiful white fountain, decorated with gold trimmings, spewing clear looking water into the pool below. Several other limos and cars worth more than my life are parked in the circle around the fountain. The limo pulls up outside a pathway leading into the manor. It’s made of white brick, of course, but there’s grass off to the side. In fact, there’s a lot of grass and trees everywhere. And then I notice them. The beautiful white lilies, growing right next to the brick, lining the path. That cannot be a coincidence, right? I want to punch this Princess right in her face!
I see her stepping out of the building, a cohort of maids, butlers, nobles, and possibly family members at her side. They’re trying to stay concealed from me, but I see security guards in suits, hiding in … Well, in just about every dark corner, I’m assuming. I know they’re armed. I can smell the gunpowder.
I was expecting her to be wearing some sort of dress, but no, she’s dressed in a similar way to the last time I met her. A regal military uniform, a red velvet cape, an ornate sword sheathed at her hip. A maid is wiping her face with a towel, another is combing her brilliant blonde hair even as she walks towards the limo, and I can see that she’s sweating. Maybe she really does swing that sword around, and it’s not just for show.
I want to stay in the car but my driver has already left the wheel and opened the door for me. Reluctantly, I step out, and my eyes immediately glue themselves to the ground once I’m standing. It doesn’t matter, though. I can still feel her piercing red eyes locked on me, as though I’m her prey. I’ve never known eyes that have made me feel so submissive down to my very bones. I shiver a little. I like it even as I hate it.
“Thank you very much for delivering her. You may leave,” She says to the driver, then she steps forward towards me, alone, because I don’t think anyone else present wants to get near me.
Her voice is like little droplets of sweet blood dripping down into my ear. It’s intoxicating. Powerful.
“And you would be Lilly, correct? I must assume you want to abandon the Leywood name. I would accept you as a Belfonse.”
As she speaks she bends down, as she seems to be about a full foot taller than me, and places her hand on my chin, forcing my head upwards, forcing me to look at her face, which is mere inches away. Kissing distance.
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“G-Greetings, L-Lady A-Ayano La Belfonse… Um… J-Just L-Lilly is f-fine…”
My stammer is always real, my nervousness is always real, but this time feels particularly intense. My knees are weak. Emotions are twisting and turning in my stomach. I tingle all over, from head to toe. I want to eat her. She smells delicious, from the faint peach scent to the sweat dripping off her face, the contrasting smells overlapping into something intoxicating. My tongue is just barely long enough to reach out and lick it. Her skin, slightly too tanned for a Princess, is so smooth and unblemished it hurts. She’s so beautiful that I hardly feel worthy to gaze upon her. But I don’t sniff for more of that scent, lick her, or turn away. I just stare at her, eyes sparkling. I know at that moment that I’m her bitch, with or without a slave contract. Why am I like this? She’s not going to treat me any better the more I like her.
“Reluctant to join the family, hmm? Well, that’s okay,” She whispers in my ear.
She briefly turns back to her cohort behind her. They’re watching with anxiety and interest. I think they might be afraid for Ayano’s life, but when Ayano turns back to me, I know she doesn’t feel the same fear they do. But I do realize that there’s something that Ayano is more worried about, as she draws a knife from some unforeseen pocket in her clothing, deciding not to use her sword.
“I know for myself what you are, Lilly. But others here are a bit… Skeptical. I purchased you for a very specific reason. That is why you were taken here by Limousine. Why I had lillies planted to welcome your arrival. I want you to feel special. But I also need to prove to them that you are the real deal. So… Would you be a dear and extend your hand outward, so that everyone might see?”
She turns to look back at the nobles. Most of them nod in approval. She turns back to me, giving me a stern look. I do as she asks. My wrist is shaking. I can already feel my blood ready to erupt as I know what’s coming next. It’s the most excited I’ve been in weeks. It’s beginning to squirm with anticipation. I think my eyes are already turning purple. What excites me the most is that this bitch is insane enough to provoke me without putting me under a slave contract first. I could kill her in front of everyone, all of her family and cohorts and servants. I could sever her head from her neck and skull fuck her eye sockets. She knows all this too, and she’s still doing it. Hell yes! You crazy cunt, give me more! I’m ready!
And without another word, she does. The knife gently cuts into my wrist. The incision is so shallow, but it’s all that was needed. A splash of insanity flies up into the air, my blood, thick like ink, the colour of deep purple. It solidifies into thousands of tiny tentacles, writing about in the air like newborns starving for their first meal. Everyone in the vicinity covers their ears as each individual tentacle begins to screech and scream in unison. Everyone except me and Ayano.
Stray splatters of blood that actually hit the ground form themselves into little slug-like creatures, independent from my body, a single eye emerging from within their bodies, tiny red brambles covering their forms, serving as their teeth. They crawl over to the lilies and start to eat them petal by petal, withering their blooming forms completely with their toxins before consuming them. They do this because I want them gone. They know what I want.
In moments gunfire has already begun. Ayano is commanding them to stop but I already feel the bullets slamming into my body. Such worthless little toys. Teeth form across my body and expertly catch each of the bullets straight out of the air, biting them in half like the useless chunks of metal they are. I could just let them hit me, but they might just pass through me, or bounce off of me… and I don’t want a stray shot to hit anyone. Or maybe I do. It would serve them right for being such idiots.
“Calm down Lilly, you’ve demonstrated enough!”
She firmly tries to order me but fuck that. This is the first time I’ve ever been able to let loose without being bound by a slave contract. I’m not going to hurt her but… There’s other things I can do.
My arms have become solid tentacles, each of the tiny ones bonding together to form two adult appendages. My eyes are glowing purple and my skin has turned pitch black. Those new appendages pin her to the ground, effortlessly overpowering her, and I lean over her. I can melt her clothes with a touch without harming her skin. Get rid of that disgusting, pretentious clothing that she wears to look strong, reveal her for the terrified, sexy woman she is beneath the veneer of wealth and status. Think of all the taxpayers money that went into this attire, uselessly going to total waste! My eyes roll into the back of my head and my jaw practically falls off its hinges, my mouth becomes nearly my entire head as rows upon rows of teeth grow down my throat seemingly endlessly. My forked purple tongue, my *real tongue*, emerges from my throat as I begin to drool saliva onto her. I just want to give her a little kiss…
Suddenly, I feel a sharp impact of something blunt collide with my head. It wasn’t the bullets. They were firing those at me even as I had subdued Ayano. Eyes spawn on my body and I look in every direction. Everyone else has either ran away or is rooted to the spot, looking on in terror, probably feeling more fear than they have ever felt in their lives. So what was it?
Then I finally noticed it. The hilt of her sword, bashed against my head. She had managed to wriggle out from beneath my grasp without me noticing. She hadn’t even unsheathed the blade as she bonked me with it. I look at her face. She’s scowling at me. She’s not afraid. She’s not angry. She’s just disappointed. She only hit me once. She’s not screaming and wailing and hitting me over and over again, begging me to get off of her. She’s just… Disapproving. I’m a hideous eldritch monster, a human with the literal heart of the most evil species of animal in this world, and she’s just mildly upset with me.
And then I remembered. This Princess is crazy. And I’m her bitch.
I’m frozen for this entire time. I’m just sort of stunned and confused. My chaotic vibe has been totally cramped. She puts the sword down and flicks me in what I guess you could call the closest approximation of my forehead.
My heart stops beating, my blood stops pumping, and I gradually begin to return to normal. It all either melts away into sweat and blood or recedes back into my body. The initial cut on my wrist has already fully healed. And I’m back to being me. A normal, pale, timid maid.
… A human female maid laying on top of the princess. Torn and melted clothing surrounding us. Metal buttons unharmed, her sword and dagger laying off to the side, undamaged. We’re both basically naked, in front of everyone. It’s not like I can transform into an abomination and keep my clothes in tact, after all. People are staring in disbelief. A few of my spawn are still alive and nibbling on the last of the lilies. Without my frenzy to sustain them, the security guards are able to dispatch them… After unloading an entire magazine into each of them, that is. In such a short amount of time I caused such fear and carnage. A deep, embarrassed blush forms on my face.
“... I’m so sorry about that, L-Lady Ayano! I just…”
I linger on the wonderful feeling of her warm, bare skin for just a few more moments before standing up, taking a few steps away- And immediately about fifty men tackle my ‘fragile’ human form to the ground. They’re sure to pin me down on the grass rather than the gravel road, lest I draw blood again and my rampage continues. I don’t struggle, and I spy what’s happening from beneath their forms. I see Ayano being helped to her feet and offered a towel to protect her dignity. At least she was lucky enough that her panties remained intact, I guess.
“Lady Belfonse, thank heavens you’re alright! Are you okay? Did it hurt you? Go inside and rest. We’ll have it killed and safely disposed of immediately-”
“Are you all idiots?” Ayano snapped back, “Up until a few minutes ago you weren’t even sure that she was the real deal, and now you’re calling her an ‘it’ and trying to kill her? For one, after that display, you must all be brain dead to think that you’re even *capable* of killing her. And that’s before I can even begin to lecture you all about ethics, or the practicality of keeping her alive! I was telling everybody to cease fire! All of you, get off of her!”
“But Lady Belfonse I don’t think that’s wise-”
“Are you trying to supersede my authority!? By royal decree I say GET OFF of Lilly right this instant! We shall go inside and draft up the slave contract immediately, will that calm your nerves? Will it? Or perhaps you are all too lacking in spine to be willing to agree to finance the ongoing payment needed to fuel quite possibly the most lucrative and important contract this kingdom has ever seen!”
“It’s just…”
“I shall hear no more of it! Dress her, take care of her, and take her up to my office immediately!”
With that, she stormed back into the manor. People tried to usher her inside, but she stormed in by herself, the nobles glancing back and forth between us before steadily beginning to shuffle themselves back inside. This left me with only the security and the butlers and maids. Once they were looking at me, terror in their eyes, my eyes began to sparkle with innocence.
“I-I’m so sorry for causing a mess, everyone…” I stammer meekly.
I already knew what the Princess was like. Or at least, I thought I did. But she's vastly more fearless, and much sexier than my first impressions had led me to believe. Maybe being her slave won't be so bad. Maybe this new life won't be as dreadful as my old life. I still have a tiny bit of time left… But I might play along.
For now.