Another World Ch. 02

Fauna wakes in the dark thinking that she has just had a very bad dream. There is just enough light coming through the window behind her for her to see that it isn't a dream though. The bed she is on is a very cheap sofa bed; she feels the hard bar they all seem to have digging into her back.

The dingy room she finds herself in is messy and is a place she has never seen before coming there last night. At the same time she knows the place is hers. It all starts to come back to her now; how she is on Terral now and she is a senshue who's virginity and almost her sanity was taken from her last night by uncaring Isa, the Masters and Mistresses of this world. She turns the lamp on the table beside the sofa bed on and wonders how she knows it is there.

The stark room is revealed to her. "God what a mess," she thinks when she sees dishes piled by a tiny sink and wispy clothes that are so thin that they look like the finest nylons of her world hanging to dry from strings that go from here to there in a haphazard pattern.

The room is tiny. The only things in it are the bed she is on, a small dresser and a table with two shabby chairs. The kitchen area is just a counter with a small fridge under it and what looks like a two burner cooker on top mixed in with the mountain of dirty dishes in the sink. In one corner is a door that leads to a bathroom with just a shower stall and a toilet. Fauna somehow knows this and begins to cry when she realizes that she must wash her face in the dirty kitchen sink. She is still very tired and when she lies back on the bed in total dismay she falls back to sleep after only a few more sobs.

The next morning's bright sun wakens Fauna. She looks around at her dreary surroundings in disgust remembering her neat apartment on Earth. "Oh shit. What am I going to do? I have to get out of here," she says to the empty room.

Fauna feels filthy and sticky with the sperm of two men on her. She reeks of her own stale juices too. She smells of sex and she needs to wash herself now. Shaking her head at what she lost the night before she lies still on the sofa bed until her stomach finally rebels and she runs to the bathroom to kneel over of the toilet to dry heave and retch.

When she can move again she turns on the shower as hot as she can stand it and steps in to let the soothing water cascade over her. With shaking hands she takes the shower head from its bracket to spray the stink of men from her p...cunt. She doesn't even wonder today why she uses the 'c' word instead of pussy or vagina like she always called that part of her on Earth. Fauna uses all the meager bit of soap she finds as she washes herself over and over again. When the water finally runs cold on her she still washes and rinses until she is almost blue from the cold.

Wondering if she will ever feel clean again Fauna steps out of the shower stall to pick up a towel that she instinctively knows will be there on the wall. She smells its stale unwashed stench then tosses it into a corner. Throwing her face to the ceiling she just wrings the water from her thick hair then rubs the water off her body with her hands. "Shit, what a slob I am here on this screwed up world," she yells to the tiny room.

She thinks about running away; to escape to another city, but she remembers her Isa John telling her how Terral is so under populated compared to Earth and how she will be caught so easily. She also remembers an appointment at a shop two blocks away that she must go to, "You must be marked as well," her Isa had told her. She wonders what he meant but knows now that she will be there. It was an order.

Cursing again she wanders the room that is now hers, dripping water from her wet body; not caring like the girl she is here and hating the mess that she sees at the same time. Every few steps she bends to absentmindedly pick up a scrap of sheer cloth that is part of her so called wardrobe. Fauna knows that the dresses and skirts she picks up are all dirty and need to be washed by hand; instead she just dumps them into the garbage under the sink. A filthy hairbrush and a questionable toothbrush soon follow as she tries to get some control of her new life. "The fucking dishes can wait!" she thinks as she strips the sheets off the bed to fold it back into a couch and looks for the cushions. They are soon found under a pile of even more dirty clothes and towels.

The whole time Fauna is very conscious of her larger tits as she walks naked around her tiny suite. She hasn't eaten since before leaving for the party at her Professor's house on her own world and she starts to get hunger pains. The cupboards and fridge offer her nothing; a box of spaghetti, some wilted thing in the fridge along with a half empty bottle of wine and nothing else. Fauna wonders how she can have so many dirty dishes if there is no food in the room.

Knowing that she has to eventually go out, Fauna looks around for something to wear. Nothing on the lines strung around the room even comes close to covering her nakedness and what she finds in the dresser is worse. There are no panties or pants she can wear to at least feel covered even though everything she finds is totally see through gauze and lace. Deciding that it really doesn't matter she puts on a pair of high heels because that is the only shoes she can find to walk out the door naked. "Why bother putting anything on if it covers nothing," she thinks.

Refusing to be embarrassed by her nudity Fauna bounces down the stairs and pushes open the front door of her building to step out onto the street. The first sense she gets after feeling herself flush in embarrassment is the light breeze on her body; feeling it actually exciting her nakedness as she looks around herself. It is early in the day and the streets are almost empty. There are a few disheveled senshue walking home from a night with an Isa that don't notice her and some citizens going to work that stare openly at her. Fauna doesn't care; she is hungry and she has to go to that place her Isa ordered her to go to.

She doesn't get further than a few houses down the block before she hears the click of heavy boots behind her and feels a hand on her shoulder. "What do you think you are doing walking around nude like this senshue?"

Fauna somehow knows the man behind her is a cop and remembers her Isa telling her that she must obey them in every way, "I don't see any point in putting any of the things a senshue owns on. I'm naked no matter if I am dressed or not," Fauna huffs in false bravado.

"The Isa want you to wear what they think appropriate and you are in trouble for being naked on the street." His hand grips her harder, "Put your hands behind you, senshue."

Fauna can't help herself; she puts her hands behind her back to feel the hard steel of handcuffs snap onto her wrists.

"Where is your room, senshue? I could run you in for indecent exposure but I think I will just take you back to your place to get my reward for saving you from that embarrassment."

"What do you mean, sir," Fauna asks as she struggles at the sudden feeling of being cuffed and totally helpless.

"You know what I mean. Now which house is it?" He roughly turns her around so she can see a tall well built man in a pink see through thong bodysuit with a badge on its front and a leather belt around his waist.

Fauna remembers the Chief of Police being pointed out to her last night in his pink tights and short pink top and doesn't wonder why the cop isn't wearing a blue uniform like she remembers even as she asks herself how this man can demand respect dressed as he is.

"Well, where is your room?"

Defeated she tells him, "The orange house two doors up. My room is the first on the left at the top of the stairs."

"That's a good female. Now let's get you home." The cop takes her by the arm to walk her back to the house she lives in. When they get to her door he palms the lock plate to let them in.

"How can you do that? Only my Isa and I can do that."

The cop ignores her as he walks in, sits on the couch and pulls the thong pouch aside to pull his cock out, "Now give me a blowjob."

"What?" Fauna yells at the suddenness of what he tells her to do even as she remembers her orders and her Terral self tells her to obey this man.

"What do mean 'What'; suck my cock you senshue whore. You're just lucky I'm not the chief. He gets to fuck all of you when he wants and in every hole too I hear. All we are allowed to get from you senshue are blowjobs. Get on your knees and show me how good you are."

Fauna looks at the man sitting on her couch with his cock exposed from a pink spandex uniform and shakes her head no in disbelief at what is happening to her. She stares at his erect cock pointing up from between hairy thighs above his thigh high pink patent leather boots that have three inch silver spiked heels.

"I see you need some teaching," the cop says as he stands to grab Fauna and puts her face down over the arm of her couch. She lays there with her arms locked behind her with her ass in the air to wait for what the cop has planned next. She hears the sound of a belt being pulled off him and hears the loud snap of leather on leather, "I think ten strokes of my belt will change your mind little senshue."

"You can't do this to me!" she yells then screams when the first blow lands on her ass. She feels the red heat of the whipping spread before she feels the loud slap of leather hitting her tender flesh again.

"I can do this to you and I will give you eight more," the cop yells as he hits her again laughing at her fresh screams of pain. He laughs again at the next until Fauna cries and sobs out her misery and then surprises herself near the end when she has an orgasm. She can't believe she can cum from being spanked and wonders at her sanity. When he is done with the last stroke of his belt he sits on the couch in front of her to tell Fauna to do what she has to do.

Fauna's ass is on fire and tears of shame roll down her cheeks as she slides off the arm of the couch onto her knees to edge over to between the cop's legs with her arms still locked behind her. She smells his sweaty, filthy cock before she sees it. She knows that she has to suck him and closes her eyes to ease the degrading thing she has to do. Fauna leans in between the spread thighs of the cop feeling the smoothness of his thigh high pink boots on her naked body. Her mouth is open while she waits for him to put his hardness on her lips.

"Look at my cock you whore!"

Her eyes snap open to see his uncut prick in front of her then look up at his face as she leans further in to take him into her mouth. Fauna didn't want to give him the pleasure of seeing her eyes as she sucked him but in the end she does. With her hands behind her she starts to suck and bob her head on the cock in her mouth hoping she is doing a good job.

It's not good enough though. The cruel man grabs her by the hair to pull her closer to him, forcing himself deeper into her until she gags and tries desperately to pull away. "Deep throat me you bitch!" he yells at the struggling girl beneath him.

He smiles at the female on the floor in front of him as he lets her head go back a little bit so she can get some air then pushes her back on himself a little deeper each time until her nose is buried in the thick hair above his cock.

"Now you can suck me like a proper senshue," he moans as he lets her go. Fauna moves back on the cock in her to get some air again, looks up at the man in her mouth then takes all of him in again to begin to swallow and lick it knowing that she has done this before on this world. She can't help herself; she stares up at him while she works at pleasing him. Wishing that her hands were free to caress his balls and make this degrading act go faster Fauna does what she can to make the cop cum; she sucks him, licks him and takes him deep into her like he wants. She smells the sweaty hairs of him when she buries her nose in them until she feels him cum down her throat. Fauna surprises herself and moves back on the pulsing cock in her mouth to taste the sperm it is giving her. She knows how to swallow it all now and looks up at the cop above her as she takes what he has to give, which isn't much.

"That's a good senshue," the cop sighs when he is done. "You won't go out naked again will you?"

Fauna keeps his wilting cock in her mouth as she looks up at him to shake her head no.

"The chief will have to see you now too, you know that don't you." the cop tells her.

She nods her head as she lets his cock slide out her to say, "Yes," with a string of his sperm connecting him to her lips as she says it. He pats her head then stands to put himself back into his thong before taking the cuffs off her to walk out without saying another word; leaving her stunned and on her knees in the center of the room.

"I don't even know his name," Fauna thinks to herself.

After another shower that doesn't clean her Fauna searches through her meager clothes. She finally puts on a skirt that is just a wide band around her waist and chooses a bolero type vest to go with it that doesn't even cover her tits, as it has no buttons, to go out again because she must. She has been ordered to see the man in the shop but doesn't know why she has to.

She's just as naked as the last time she went out but this time nobody stares at her. Fauna doesn't know where the shop is but walks to it unerringly as if in a daze.

'Senshue Marking' the sign on the door says telling Fauna this is the right place. The bell over the door rings as she walks in. A small man looks up at her and smiles, "You must be Fauna. You are right on time, dear. Please come in."

Fauna wonders how she can be on time. She had started out an hour ago to come here as she was ordered but was caught naked on the street and paid for it by opening her mouth for the cop who took her back home. Her ass is still sore from the spanking he gave her with his belt.

"Now, this is a quick and simple procedure," the man says as he leads her deeper into his shop. Fauna sees a strange wooden stand in front of her that looks very ominous.

"What are going to do to me?" she asks the strange looking little man.

"Nothing that isn't in the contract that you agreed to, senshue."

She knows better than to ask about or disagree with what she has just heard now; the people who control her on this world all seem to have their own bizarre answers to her honest questions.

"Take off your skirt and top and stand over there by my operating table. Put your feet on the marks on the floor now."

"Why?" Fauna asks.

The small man laughs, "Because you must. An Isa told you to."

Fauna finds herself pulling her ridiculously short skirt down over her hips to let it fall to the floor and her vest soon follows. She steps onto the marks to wait like a good senshue must.

"Gadinya come and strap our guest in!" The man yells out as he touches the body of the girl he is going to brand with her Isa's mark. "Your ass is so nice and red from a recent spanking I see. It will be so much more receptive to what I have to offer you. How nice that will be."

An aging senshue with sagging tits and rolls of fat around her waist rushes out at his bidding. She pushes Fauna's hips forward into a cutout on the edge of the padded table then uses thick leather straps around her thighs to hold her immobile there, locks her ankles to the legs of it and bends her forward over the top to lock her wrists into leather cuffs so she is stretched taut. She leans down to whisper in the shaking girl's ear, "Be careful how you treat your Isa. I wasn't as obedient as I should have been. Now my contract has been sold to strap senshue down and watch as they get marked by my cruel Isa. I should have shown more affection.

"All senshue are marked in case they run. Here the Isa tend to mark us on the ass but in other towns they brand us on our faces or our tits. Now stay as still as you can, my Isa is ready. You don't want an ugly brand do you?"

Seconds later a searing hot brand is pressed into Fauna's ass, held there by strong arms.

The old senshue holds Fauna's head saying in calming tones, "Don't move my sweetheart. The brand will be perfect and I have a salve that will take the pain away instantly when my Isa is done with you."

Fauna screams out as she feels the most intense pain on her ass cheek that she has ever felt in her life.

Seconds after the hot iron is pulled away Gadinya is by the side of the female in her care applying a salve from the jar she keeps close by, "You are new to Terral," she whispers, "I have learned in these last years. A senshue that I have seen for months, even years coming in to be branded tells me something is going on. They should have been branded long ago. Are you from some other world?" she asks, "You have to be. That's the only thing I can think of."

Fauna wants to nod her head yes but can't; she is still panting from the agony that had gone bone deep into her. Then she feels the almost instant easing of pain in her flesh as the salve is applied and she can breathe again. By then she has forgotten the question.

"This will heal you by the end of the day. We have better medical skills here than on some other worlds, if that's where you come from."

Fauna just stays still feeling strangely reluctant to say anything now.

"You don't answer but I do know, so I hope you can find a way to enjoy your new life as a senshue," Gadinya says as she unties the female. "Now you can get dressed," the senshue tells Fauna.

"Dressed!" Fauna thinks with disgust as she pulls the tiny skirt up her legs and puts on her bolero top. "I'm never dressed in these cloths and now I am branded!" She is happy to not feel the pain of her branding now but will remember what the small man did to her and hate him for what he did to her forever.

Gadinya watches the young female as she dresses thinking that she sees trouble for all senshue in the future in her. "There is a backbone that most of the others don't seem to have here," she thinks.

Fauna begins to walk out in a huff but stops when she is offered a tube of salve. She takes it, "Thanks but I don't have anywhere to put it. No pockets see. I'm naked!"

"You'll need it in about an hour. I have a small bag I can put it in for you."

"How long will it be before I heal?"

"Tomorrow it will be healed and look perfect. I told you that."

"How can a brand on a person look perfect?" Fauna asks; amazed that she can even talk in a normal tone about what just happened to her without shrieking her anger, her outrage.

"All senshue have pretty brands."

"Pretty brands," Fauna just shakes her head at the fuzzy logic she hears and walks out of the shop but returns moments later to grab the bag with the healing balm when she feels her nothing skirt rub on her new brand.

She can't seem to help it, she walks down the street swaying her hips, proudly showing her tits like a hooker would on her own world. It feels weird doing that but her body does it for her and she can't stop. Not knowing what to do or where to go she just walks the streets until she sees a café that she somehow knows she has to be at. It is crowded with senshue sitting at tables on the sidewalk and inside being served by other senshue that are totally nude.

Sitting carefully on one side of the chair to protect her freshly branded ass at an empty table Fauna asks the naked waiter for a glass of wine then waits to see what happens.

"Did you like your encounter with Saroc?" a voice in her head asks.

"Who are you? Who's Saroc?" she asks as quietly as she can with her shoulders scrunched like a little girl in school, remembering how her mind screamed in surprise and caused so much pain at Isa John's party when she first heard this voice.