FUM - CHAPTER 7 - PUBLIC


"Hoohoo! Look at this!" Her voice was pure, unrestrained gremlin, floating a meter above the three of us. Pantsu and Braja were still wrapped together, moaning, writhing, but they'd stopped cold, responding immediately, "Mistress Xar!"
"That's right you simps!" eye-stalked tentacles rotated above her head, "What do you two think you're doing anyway? Interfering with a Network minion's duties... I'm not going to have her on bedrest from an oni-cock thrashing!"
I was sex-addled, delirious, and muttered, "C-c-courtesan."
"You-what? Think it, think it! Let me hear it, you hold no secrets from me mortal!"
Bura wants me, courtesan, fuck yes.
"Not, I say, not happening!" She dived closer, lifted my chin, "You are not about to throw away the depraved opportunity of a lifetime, getting dicked down by twelve of the world's most powerful, ruthless masterminds, myself included, to be a courtesan in a single monster-cock wielding queen's court."
I know, nice to feel, wanted.
She slapped me, "Snap to it sister!"
"Sorry Master!" I bolted to arms and knees, scrambling to wobble on shaking legs.
"That's what I thought. And you two, fuck, what you're doing is like masturbation with extra steps. Attention!"
They shamefully pulled themselves apart and got to their feet, kimono's draping their shoulders. Each spoke the other's command words. They rose again as 8-foot tall demonic bombshells, twice her height and with an 8th of her stature. "Our apologies Mistress Xar!"
"Out with it. What's the scheme? Bura send you here to show the maid how good cock is in the Six Wastes? Stretch out her insides and then sneak her back home? That it?"
Pantsu wasn't spilling the beans, but Braja was less disciplined, "More or less," she said.
"Yeah that's right more or less. Do I look like an idiot," A glowing orange eye stalk was daring them to say yes, "She's not interested, now slap feet and enjoy whatever punishment you get for failing your Mistress." 
Pantsu shirked, avoiding Xar'Bor's gaze and her inquisitor's halo, "We...can't..."
"Oh, this is grand. What's she gonna do, discorporate you?" 
All this talk of stretched insides, punishment, and discorporation was having an effect on me. My post-nut clarity was draining, fast.
"We're under orders to remain here... prevent any... minions... from despoiling her, until she accepts The Queen's offer."
"And what the fuck were you just doing!?"
Treating my insides like a pudding cup. 
Xar'Bor, who'd just heard that, stifled a giggle. They were silent.
"Slurp-slurp. You two have a problem."
"Yeah..." Braja sighed, tilting her head back, that horn scraping the ceiling.
"Here's what's going to happen. You two are going to get out of the maid's way. Let her rank up her maid skills, however she sees fit."
Thank God. 
"If that's with you, you're not going to wreck her up too bad."
But... 
"No buts. And you two are going to put your bodies to use renovating this fucking place!"
"We can't-" Pantsu said, running her hands through her hair. 
"You're going to. In exchange, I'll keep my mouth shut about this...betrayal."
You're such a boss bitch...Master.
"I know. Any qualms, concerns?"
Braja hesitated, "If we do..."
"You don't have a choice." Xar clarified, eye narrowing.
'Right, but if we do... can we use, all of her holes? I mean... If she's willing?"
Yes-yes! Yes-yes-yes! Please Master, please!
"Like nose and ear stuff? I don't know if she'd be into that..."
I mean, maybe with a pixy?
"Let's keep it to the big three for now, how about that?" 
Braja shrugged, eyes running up and down my body, "Sign me up... You are willing right?"
I smiled and bowed, hands clasped, "Yes I am."
I could see Pantsu sweating, she was stuck in her head, tumbling through possibilities.
Braja slapped her back, "Calm down, I'll let you fill her ass first."
"I'm not worried about ass-filling orders alright! Bura's going to split us in two, again, when she finds out!" She was shouting, fangs bared. Their horns were locked, Braja's pushing against hers.
Xar's voice cut through, "Bura will have to go through the Council of Twelve to do it, consider yourselves deputized, or whatever."
"What, really?" Braja grabbed Pantsu's horn and pulled her under an armpit.
"Yeah, and I'll step in if things get too out of pocket. Bitch isn't immune to being disintegrated."
That seemed to settle it. Pantsu flung off Braja's arm and ran a hand up her own horn, removing any traces of big-breasted skag.
"Now excuse us, I've got a date with rotten-skirt over here. It's still day one, can't believe I needed to call dibs."
A date?
My feet left the floor, carried by her blue eyebeam again, and we floated down the stairs.
I gave a goblin-girl a hand-job too, and rode her nose...
"Of course you did," she said. We drifted along, out the front door, into the cool night, again my first-class ticket awarded me a view right up her dress, of the same glowing black lace panties.
Sorry Master.
Chef was trudging back to the inn, a rabbit slung over her shoulder. She paid us no mind, probably a smart move.
I shivered, both thrilled and embarrassed at what a skank I'd been. Yes, it was dumb, she'd just promised free use of my body to a couple of demon-ogres, but still I could have waited, given her first pass, instead I was throwing it around the first chance I got.
Her silence stung. She was going out on a limb, inciting a feud with an Oni Queen. For what? I wasn't special, my ranks were ass, and I wasn't hers, not fully. 
I didn't mean to think it, but I did.
Master. 
It wasn't forced, wasn't a part of the job. I just felt it.
"You're fine. Quit with the self-deprecating shit."