Book Three – Chapter Four – Part Six – Initiation (R-18)

“Good. Good. Very good. Excellent even. That’ll make that bastard realize he can’t cheat the Mafia,” Carrie said as she counted the money Servi and Old Man brought back. An empty glass of water sat on the table next to two white pills.

“Did the Mafia send him a letter saying he didn’t have to pay for a month?" Servi asked. Something about the whole task didn’t sit right with her.

“Yeah. The month ended today, which meant Dal needed to pay for both the month he missed and the current month. 1,366 dupla is two months payment.”

“So he was telling the truth. Somehow, I thought he meant that he wouldn’t have to pay until the end of the current month.”

“That’s stupid. If we did that, then Dal would’ve missed 8 weeks. The original plan was 683 dupla at the beginning of every month. He came to us when we visited a month ago to say he couldn’t pay. He didn’t have the money. We agreed to give him a month. It’s his own fault for agreeing to the terms. If he wanted to clarify them, he should've asked. But he never did.”

Servi and Old Man stayed quiet.

“And Dal did have the money. He’s lucky I don’t go and kick his fucking teeth in for lying. But regardless, you two did well. Here’s ten percent of what he owed with a bonus of whatever extra you brought back,” Carrie slammed 400 dupla on the table and got up. “ You each get 200 and a pill. Now, head to bed or go eat or do whatever the fuck you want. Just know that you’ll get your next mission in ten hours. And Williana, come with me.”

Servi stood, stored the dupla and pill in her pouch, and followed Carrie to her room while Old Man hobbled into the bottom bunk bed after pocketing his share of the reward. Within seconds, he was snoring like a foghorn guiding ships through the night. His mind, for the first time in weeks, was calm and serene. His dream would be pleasant and bittersweet, like the passing of a fateful day as it wandered into the uncertainty of tomorrow.

“Alright. Enough bullshitting around,” Carrie hopped on the bed and took off her shirt. Two perky breasts were relieved from their white bra a moment later and felt fresh air. “I have a proposition for you. You need money, yes? Tell me why?”

“I have friends and family as slaves, and I want to buy their freedom. It’s as simple as that,” Servi lied. Somehow, she knew what was coming next. And to get a head start on it, she falsely struggled to look away from Carrie's chest.

“Good. Become mine for the week and satisfy my every need and craving, and I’ll guarantee you’ll have the chance to meet the Boss. And I’ll even pay you 100 dupla a night to share my bed. There’s something about you. I don't know what it is, but I do know that I can’t stop this feeling in my crotch. From your point of view, you don’t really have a reason to NOT accept.”

“You’re right. I don’t,” Servi removed her cloak and started to untie her shoes.

“With your fucked up appearance, I doubt many men or women have fancied your body. And friends? Ha! You’re alone in this shit hole city, aren’t you? I can remedy that. Just be mine for the week,” Carrie pinched her nipples as she began to feel a type of wet warmth between her crotch. “Well? Do you accept?”

“What does it look like?” Servi asked. She pulled down her pants, revealing she was going commando as she lifted her tunic. Her chest, supple and erotic, didn’t match her grotesque appearance. Nor did her nearly hairless snatch fit her present demeanor. It was a strange contrast of beauty and ugliness. From her neck down, Servi’s lustful body was perfect in nearly all of the right areas. From the neck up, however, it was like looking at a war-torn hag after completing three tours of duty. After tossing her clothes and daggers in a nearby pile, she walked over to the large bed and sat down.

Carrie smiled and put both hands to Servi’s chest, cupping her breasts. “I guess you’re as blessed as me. And they're soft and warm. I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks. Ah, I can find that out later. First, let’s see if you have what it takes to satisfy this cat,” she leaned up with the intention of planting a kiss on Servi's delicate pink lips, but the unwilling Human moved back.

“No kissing,” she said. “This is strictly lust, not love.”

Carrie responded by squeezing Servi’s breasts, who falsely moaned in response. “You’re not really in the best position to make demands, but how about this? If you can satisfy me in a way I’ve never felt, then I’ll concede on no kissing. But if you fail, then I expect your lips to become mine before the morning is over. But right now, I want your nipples,” the Singi leaned down and started a conquest with her tongue.

“That’s fair. Shall I get started?” Servi asked. It took her five minutes to get a response. In those five minutes, she had to fake her pleasure to please Carrie.  Her nipples were assaulted by a vicious tongue, whose technique was clumsy and a bit awkward.

Carrie leaned up, wiping the spit off of her mouth. “If only your face was as hot as your tits. But, I guess it’s time to get to the main event,” Carrie laid back on the bed against the red cover, caressed her chest, and licked her lips in anticipation. “Do it.”

Wordlessly, Servi stood up and moved to the end of the bed. She crawled on her hands and knees, her breasts slightly jiggling from side to side while Carrie's warm spit became cold. Carrie joked that her cute little pet for the week really was a dog and ordered her to undress her.

Servi nodded and started at Carrie’s feet. Her hands sensually rubbed and massaged her calves, legs, and thighs before finding the only object that stood between Servi and her goal: the almighty belt. After fiddling with it, Servi used one hand to take it off while the other found a bare breast to caress.

It was then Servi had the bright idea to use Telekinesis to provide a body-sized invisible massage. Upon feeling an unexpected touch on her ass, Carrie cutely squeaked. Servi laughed. “Perhaps you realized that I’m more than what I seem to be? Perhaps my touch is far more than you can handle?” Servi cupped her mouth around a nipple and assaulted it with her tongue.  Unlike the way Carrie went about it, Servi focused much more on the nipple itself than the areola.

“Shut up, dog, and keep lick—AAHH!!! Th—This isn’t any—MMMMPPPHHHH!!!! Why?! There’s nothing there!!!”

Satisfied for the moment, Servi moved her head up and returned the neck lick she received a few hours before. A kiss on the lips was off-limits, but she didn't say anything about showing affection to the neck. With one hand massaging Carrie’s crotch through her shorts, Servi leaned up until she lightly bit the twitching red ear. Her mouth, filled with fur, became empty after a quick use of Absorption.

The body that arched and twisted in response to the twenty phantom gropes brought an unexpected pleasure to Servi. She began to feel wet between her legs, but strangely enough, she felt no desire to satisfy herself.  She felt that masturbating wouldn't accomplish a single thing.

Servi? Let’s go find Momo!! This isn’t worth it!! We could just go ahead and get into info out of Carrie!!! There’s bound to be a few Numbered in Deset, so--

“MMUAAHHH!!!” Carrie moaned, cutting off Itarr. Her breathing hastened as a layer of salty sweat dripped down her body.

“Are you ready? You know, I feel like stopping. Maybe I shouldn’t take the deal,” Servi teased before taking another bite of her furry ear. After moaning again, Carrie ordered-- begged-- Servi to continue.

“As you wish,” whispering once again, Servi stuck out her tongue and licked Carrie's cheek before moving to her neck and finally her chest. She stopped for ten minutes, doing nothing but sucking on the erect nipple she found. At the same time, Servi stuck her left index finger into Carrie's gaping mouth. Her lust overflowed, and she sucked on it like she expected something thick and white to ejaculate out. All the while, erotic sounds filled the room, giving it the atmosphere of a naughty place only built to satisfy the carnal desires of the inhabitants.

Moving on to the flat tummy in front of her, Servi used ten instances of Telekinesis to mold and stroke Carrie's nipples from every which way until the slightest touch was enough to make her go insane. But her pleasure torture had more to go. By using a little bit of trial and error, Servi found out that there was an especially sensitive spot right below Carrie's belly button.

The first time she pressed down on it, it was like the breath in Carrie’s lungs was forcibly evicted. The second time, Carrie opened her mouth, but no voice came out. The third time, when Servi licked it, tasting her salty sweat, Carrie forced her legs far apart as the goblet of pleasure threatened to overflow. She went to touch herself, but her arms were held back by an invisible force.  Bound by invisible bondage she couldn't see, Carrie didn't know where the next touch was going to come from.

“Please….” Carrie cried. The tears flowing from her eyes were evidence of her defeat. “Stop… I…I… I’m going in—AAAAHHHHH!” Servi flicked Carrie's nipples and rubbed them between her fingers.  Hard as diamond, Servi mentally joked that they could probably cut through nadrium.

“Be quiet. This is what you wanted, yes? I haven’t even begun to get serious.”

“Williana, I’m sorry. I—AAAH!!!” Servi stuck two fingers in her mouth to shut her up and finally removed the shorts that prevented her from dealing the final blow.

SERVI!!! Why?!! Why are you doing this?!!

After tossing them against the wall, Servi leaned down. Carrie’s pink panties were soaked to the point where Servi clearly saw the outline of the Singi's feminine lips. Taking those off, Servi licked her lips and moved her head closer to the glistening fruit. Starting from her stomach, Servi led her wet tongue down until it encountered a small forest of red that lingered a feminine smell mixed with the hint of sweat and passion. But she didn’t stop. Her tongue soldiered on through the bush until it found her ultimate goal.

The moment her tongue flicked her clitoris up, Servi moved all twenty anchor points of Telekinesis to the sensitive flower and smiled before sticking her tongue in. She made sure to coat the entirety of Carrie’s inside with her own spit before sticking her tongue even further in. After scrapping it against her vaginal walls over and over, Servi pulled back her head and wiped her mouth on Carrie’s succulent thighs.

“Carrie,” Servi said, but she didn’t respond. Her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head from just a single lick. “Hey!” Servi moved her hands up and flicked both wet nipples. Carrie’s body shuddered in response, and Servi knew what was going to happen.

She got up from between Carrie’s legs and hopped off the bed. The cold floor before her provided a cooling relief from the ever-growing sexual atmosphere. And that did very little to sway Servi into losing to her lust. While she felt excited down there, just the thought of having Carrie lick her was nearly enough to make her vomit.

“My job isn’t over yet, but it’s about to be. Time to finish this.” Crawling into bed next to the gasping Carrie, Servi placed her mouth over Carrie's left nipple. She sucked and flicked it with her tongue as hard as she could. Bit by bit, Carrie's rebellious body submitted to the otherworldly technique that only Servi could pull off. Her right hand, flat as a pancake, started from the Singi’s right breast and made her way down. By the time it reached its goal, a moist fruit, it was soaked, dripping with sweat and her own liquid.

Servi leaned up and whispered a single sentence into a pair of soaked cat-like ears.  “Enjoy your reward,” the next second, Carrie’s back arched up as a wave of pleasure flooded all of her senses. Servi’s two fingers rapidly pounded in and out, squelching and splattering love juice everywhere while her Telekinesis picked up the slack.

“AAAHAHHHHHMMMMMMPPPPHHHHH,” Carrie began to scream, her body overflowing such impossible pleasure, but Servi put a swift end to it by forcing more fingers inside her mouth. Her weak tongue tried valiantly to push the invaders out but submitted to their desires.  With no choice but to relent, Carrie’s tongue lapped the three fingers like they were welcoming home an old friend as Carrie's body convulsed every thirty seconds.

Ten minutes later, Servi leaned up against the cool wall. Her eyes were focused on a particular Singi that drastically underestimated her.

A large part of the bed: from the red comforter down to the thin bedsheets, were so utterly soaked in a weird combination of urine and love juice from where Carrie squirted. Her legs were spread wide open, but she made no attempt to close them. Her feminine odor wafted throughout the room. Her eyes, closed, faintly twitched with every few seconds. It almost like her body had shut down from the sheer amount of ecstasy; what should’ve been a positive emotion were tainted by the sin of having too much and became nothing more than a non-fatal poison paralyzing her. She would eventually regain her reason, but it would take the rest of the night.

“Pathetic. Carrie talked all that shit and couldn’t back it up. Maybe it’s a good thing she passed out when she came for the sixth time. At least I have some time to myself.”

Servi, why?! Why?!! WHY?!! We could’ve spent that time searching this fucking building?! She’s nothing to us!! SHE’S NOT MOMO!! Itarr seethed with anger and directed it towards Servi. Deep down inside, she knew that the real target of her hatred wasn’t Servi. It was herself. In a way, she was the very one who set the gears of the current situation into motion when she decided to continue with her unique way of expressing her love.

“Hey, Itarr. If you’re there, then I want to explain something. You’re probably pissed off at me, but I had to do this for two reasons. One, I need to be picked to go meet the Boss. I have to. That’s my best way of finding Momo since I don’t want to destroy this town. If I do that, then tons of innocent people would die. And while I can accept that, I don’t think Momo can. I don’t know if her consciousness can handle having an entire town die in a blaze of fire just so she can be rescued. And if sleeping with Carrie is going to help my chances of finding her with the least amount of innocent casualties, then I’m going to do it.

“Two: you’re not talking to me. And you might not even be here. I’m probably talking to myself like some sort of nutcase, but I like to imagine that, somehow, you can hear me. But I can’t be sure. However, I know for a fact that Carrie can hear me. She can touch me. And I can touch her. I can feel her heart beating if I wanted to, and I can feel how warm it is inside of her. She’s something I can actually feel and experience for myself. I can get that physical connection I want from her. But I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.

“I don’t love this pathetic waste in front of me. She’s only a means to an end and a warm body to hold while I sleep.  I might've felt something when she locked my nipples and touched my tits, but the thought of her doing anything more makes me sick. I don’t love her like I love you or Momo. And I know that depending on what happens a few days from now, I might need to kill her-- No, I will kill her.  I will rip her head from her body and smash it between my two hands. She's Mafia, and that means I need to kill her."

Sobbing, Itarr didn’t have the strength to form any words. And even if she did, Servi was unable to hear them.

Sighing, Servi crawled into bed and wrapped her arms around Carrie's unconscious body. She was hot and wet from their sexual encounter, but that didn’t bother her. Deep down inside, Servi admitted to herself that she only went through with this so she would have someone to sleep with. Not in the sexual sense, but in the literal sense. Ever since she played with Nene, her fierce desire for skinship awoken. Two bodies, both bare and naked to each other, sleeping next to and embracing each other while warming each other, was what she wanted the most. Of course, that only came after her desire to rescue and save Momo.

Servi didn’t know why she was suddenly yearning for a connection. In the past, she had Itarr. And while they weren’t able to physically touch, they had that mental connection. Servi knew that she only needed to call Itarr’s name, and her beautiful voice would respond, filling her ears with a comforting, joyous sound.

“But I have none of that, now,” Servi whimpered and used Telekinesis to slightly roll Carrie's body until her face right sat in between those breasts she sucked on just minutes before. Then, she wrapped her arms around, tightly embracing her before drifting off to sleep. The raw scent of the Singi she hugged filled her nostrils, and her rapid breaths were music to Servi’s ears. Her face, surrounded on both sides by the twin valleys she’d conquered, curled into a false smile. Her head, supported by a red pillow that was neither soft nor hard, did its best to lull its temporary master into a solemn and peaceful sleep.

“In the morning, I’ll do a little bit of searching until we get our next task. Until then? I guess I’ll sleep. Good night, Itarr. I love you.”

I have no right for you to love me after everything I've done, but I still love you. And I may get upset, but I know it’s my fault in the end. But my love for you will always be strong. Even if you turn into an enemy of the world, I’ll be behind you. Servi, you’re my everything…