Summary:

Jean cleans up and decides that she needs to figure out how The Pleasure House does business, and, more importantly, her part in it. She decides to take one of the public tours, which will both expose her to many of the major areas of business, and possibly give her a chance to do some advertising. The tour visits multiple areas within Pleasure House: one of the major bars, a love hotel / holodeck wing, and then one of the stage shows. This particular show has one of the House's premier male performers breaking in a new whore in a similar, but much worse situation than Jean. It's only proper treatment for a serial killer cult leader.

Author's Note: This is the most up to date chapter with Literotica, I'll be posting future chapters as they go up over there. Additionally, since it looks like my average chapter length is within the character count for full posting on reddit, I'm probably going to go back and post each of these one at a time.

Outside of that, this chapter has a pretty big warning up front on literotica. The series as a whole is pretty non-con and dub-con considering Jean's situation. This chapter's scene is, to our laws and morals, rape. By the laws of the land, the character involved has consented, and could technically withdraw consent, but only to have what would likely be a horrific public death sentence. It's "consent" under extreme duress, which isn't consent at all.

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Excerpt:

"Ladies and gentle beings! Thank you for joining us in our viewing gallery tonight! We have a very special show for you this fine evening! We have a brand-new conquest for the lovely Atani here."

With that, the chiseled felin man swaggers onto the stage. Atani flexes and poses to the cheers of the audience while getting in a few limbering stretches.

The announcer gestures across the way to the female that was yet to be introduced. "Tonight we have the exciting debut of our new slave, Charlese Manton. For those of you who don't know, Manton is a convicted degenerate and despicable serial killer, and as a result was sold to us for lifetime indenture as an example to be made for other criminals. While by law she consented to her transformation and sexual use in these kinds of forums, her torture is such that she has severe gender dysphoria and can never truly enjoy the pleasure that her new body so desperately craves."

Manton glares viciously at the announcer before focusing on Atani with cold appraisal. Both are on an elevated level, but the height differential between the felin man and the woman is such that he seems to be looking down on her despite her standing on a ramp leading down to his stage. There's a sense of primal danger to the standoff, but Manton seems to accept that she's outmatched by the towering man and drops her glare. By that point, Atani is already halfway to a full erection.

Despite the hatred on her face, a blush stretched across her dark cheeks. It seemed that Manton was struggling between her lust and disgust. Her tiny underwear shifts, betraying a moistening labia. Those watching her can start to see her arousal dripping down her bare thighs. Her lips are ever so slightly puffy and darker now, not quite rubbing together as she walks. The small strip of fabric the producers called 'panties' doing nothing to hide her shame from neither the audience nor Atani. The felin's erect cock twitches eagerly as he rests his eyes on the dark-skinned bombshell.

Charlese stalks down the ramp towards the stage, an unwitting sway rocking her hips. Despite her pensiveness, she musters up the courage to look Atani in the eye. With quiet, shaky determination she speaks, "I may have been taken and captured, but I have not truly fallen yet. You, beast, will not break me..." She turns and glares out at the audience, "This farce will not be my end. One day, I will be free. One day I will exact my revenge."

A low rumbling chuckle sounds out from the other side of the stage. Charlese whips her head around to see the large felin man trying to restrain his laughter. Atani wipes away some tears from his eyes before he speaks, "Oh girl, that was just precious! Did you really think our owners wouldn't have prepared for your reaction? You've signed the official release forms, both digitally and on official record for every one of the humiliations that have been prepared for you."

The lion-like man's grin is feral, predatory, and full of teeth as he stalks towards her. "You are an example to be made. A slut that will come to crave every physical pleasure imaginable. Even then, you will never be sated. It is only when you break, when you beg and grovel to be allowed to enjoy it even a single time, that our owners will even consider giving you the satisfaction you will dearly need."

By that point the hulking man had stepped so close that his breath ruffled the blonde woman's hair. Atani towers over the girl, his monstrous cock resting itself between her barely covered breasts. Charlese's nostrils flare at the scent of the thing invading her space, dripping its musk onto her chest.

Atani firmly places a hand on her shoulder, one that seems to engulf her. "I think that it's high time we get started." He rumbles with a cruel smile.

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