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The boundaries between worlds had grown thin since the demon queen Lilith had transformed London into the city of Dominion. Petra Lyssiethmartuilani had been fascinated the first time she found someone she thought entirely fictional on the block in the slave market, back when she was still Peter Black, and whenever one of her favourite characters showed up, she was happy to pay a premium to snap them up.
The human she'd just bought – allegedly an incarnation of Ikari Shinji, though he was tall, imposingly muscular, and far better hung than Petra's old, useless, discarded male human self had been – was sitting on his bed in the double room she'd assigned him to, naked except for the market-provided slave collar. His expression as he tugged at the collar seemed torn between rage at his situation and blatant lust as his gaze roved over her curvaceous purple body.
"Welcome to your new home." Petra swished her tail to and fro. He had none of the meek aura he should have; administering a few vigorous buggerings would probably be called for. "You'll be meeting your roommate later on. I think you'll like her."
"Are her tits as big as yours?"
Petra narrowed her eyes, and mentally scanned her arcane personal space to confirm she had a spare flask of Lilith's Gift with her. "If you want answers, you will address me as 'Mistress'."
There was no respect in his tone. "Are her tits as big as yours, Mistress?"
"No." The only slave in the house whose tits were bigger than Petra's own generous bosom was Emma, and that was the result of pregnancy and half a dozen cow transformatives. She had to say, it suited her.
"Then I probably won't like her, unless she's good at deep throat." He paused a moment. "Mistress."
"Noted. I'll send her up to you in a few hours, regardless." Petra pivoted on one stiletto heel and strode out of the room, only indulging the impulse to scratch her head once she was out of her new slave's sight. How had Shinji turned into that?
Some days, Asuka caught herself almost not minding the fact she now spent eight hours a day in a pink fetish maid outfit with a push-up bra and no knickers, and all her hours wearing a heavy leather slave collar that made it impossible to fight back against the purple amazon dickgirl succubus who purported to own her. Today – much to the benefit of her deteriorating self-esteem – was not one of those days.
Thanks to a sudden arcane storm while they'd been running errands for "Mistress" Petra, Ryuji and Kenji had arrived home dripping with several different varieties of furry spooge, and on their way to the shower they'd tracked it through a corridor she'd nearly finished mopping.
She'd just finished fixing that mess when a slime girl emerged from the toilets and tried to force a can of green goop down her throat to turn her into a slime girl. Her NERV CQC training wasn't quite ideal for fighting such a squishy opponent, but she'd prevailed and Petra had swiftly collared the goopy menace for immediate sale to a collector.
And now – two showers and a new uniform later – she was standing in the kitchen, staring at the mess the French catgirls Adrienne and Marinette had made while producing hundreds of cupcakes.
She couldn't even file a complaint. Even though they were just as much slaves as she was, Adrienne and Marinette had tails, animal ears, and fur all over – scarlet with black polkadots for Marinette, glossy black with shimmery gold and green highlights for Adrienne – and so Petra would always take their side against a mere human slave.
Muttering her favourite profanities under her breath, she set to work cleaning the countertops. She'd get out of this collar one day, and when she did, she'd make a mess of everyone involved in charge of this crazy city.
She'd got halfway through the job when she heard Petra's voice right behind her. "Huh. German swearing really does sound better than English."
"How may I help you, Mistress?" Asuka asked as she turned around. She was as relieved as she was disgusted that her mouth could trot out the apotropaic phrase without any conscious effort.
Petra turned out to be in one of her tall moods today, it seemed, putting her nipples – and the shiny silver bars Asuka could just about make out through the sheer fabric of Petra's cami top – level with Asuka's eyeline. "Well, since Marinette and Adrienne are busy getting the flour out of each other's fur, perhaps you could help me put special frosting on a tray of cupcakes."
Asuka did her best not to grimace as she felt her body responding to Petra's arcane aura. "Of course, Mistress."
Petra pointed towards a section of countertop Asuka had just cleaned. "Set them down there, then give me a hand."
"Yes, Mistress." Asuka raged at her own obedience as she walked to the rack and pulled off a tray of cupcakes. She set it down on the counter as instructed and watched Petra adjust her height until her Bidenhänder of a cock was positioned just right for what came next.
"Good girl. Now, don't make me repeat myself."
"No, Mistress." Standing close to Petra, Asuka spat on her palms, wrapped her hands around Petra's cock, and started pumping.
"That's it. You're almost used to being a slave, aren't you? And all without a single fetish potion to help you on your way. Military discipline's a wonderful thing."
Asuka held her tongue as she pumped away. Anything she said would get her in trouble.
Then the sharp sting of something hard and flat striking her arse made her yelp. "I asked you a question, Pilot Sōryū."
"I might be getting used to it, Mistress." Asuka looked back over her shoulder and saw that Petra was menacing her backside with a wooden spoon.
"Eyes on the task."
"Yes, Mistress."
Asuka returned her gaze to Petra's shaft, double-checking that its uncanny bone-white head was aimed along the middle of the tray. Each stroke seemed to spark a fresh surge in Petra's aura, further stirring the heat in Asuka's loins. "I'm leaking, Mistress," she admitted, and got a sharp blow on each arse cheek from the spoon.
Petra's tail snaked up between Asuka's legs. She quelled the temptation to clamp down and trap it, knowing that would just get her a thorough spanking, and kept at her task. The tip brushed along her lower lips, supernaturally smooth without need of wax or razors or needles or lasers since her visit to this perverted city's notion of a beauty salon. Petra's voice was breathy now. "So you are, so you are."
Asuka moaned as her demonic mistress's tail pushed its way inside, the feeling of being stretched building slowly as more of its tapered length sank into her. She kept her pace the same, even if it was a strain to concentrate, until...
"Faster."
Asuka felt Petra's tail draw back, then start to fuck her, and she quickened her pace to match. Petra's aura had gotten right into Asuka's head, and she found herself looking forward to the imminent flood that was going to ruin all her hard work cleaning the countertop.
Petra's cock started to throb in Asuka's hands. The first pulse of cum, bright pink and smelling oberwhelmingly of strawberry, was more than the average man's entire load by itself, and there was far more to come.
The second, echoing in Petra's aura, shoved Asuka over the edge herself, and when she could focus again, the cupcakes were frosted... as were the tray, the countertop, the tile splashback, Asuka's hands, and a good handspan or so of the wall above the splashback.
Asuka couldn't even start to resist when Petra plucked one of the cupcakes from the tray and fed it to her.
Shinji could barely confine his display of glee to a throbbing erection as his self-styled "owner" ushered a naked woman into the bedroom. He'd know that fiery hair and creamy skin and pair of wilful sapphire eyes anywhere. It was Asuka. Not his Asuka, the one with a dancer's waist and an athlete's thighs and a mother's tits and hips, the one that worshipped his cock and balls like they were the axis her world turned on, the one that had borne him his precious son and a brace of daughters before he was wrenched away from her, but still, Asuka.
"Pilot Sōryū," said Petra, "meet a bigger, stronger, harder Pilot Ikari. Have fun, you two."