The Black Garment

Prologue

     Fiore got home from work late that night, the slow, warm breeze making the train ride feel like it had taken more time than the workday itself. By the time she had finally arrived at her door, she was much too tired to bother checking to make sure everything was in order. She worked her way to her bedroom, dropping her bags and clothes left and right until finally, she met the soft silky sheets of her bed, the woman falling asleep almost immediately after touching down into the cushion of the bedding. 

    Unfortunately for Fiore, her neglect for her locks allowed in a man who had been watching her from the shadows for the better part of the month, slowly planning and brooding ways to make her his, waiting for the perfect chance to pounce upon to make her into his personal prized possession. He smirked from his hiding place, his teeth glimmering in the night as they warned the darkness of his evil intentions.

    He slunk quickly and quietly through her door, dragging behind him a rather large bag full of the supplies he would be needing for his capture. Finally able to see the inside of his prey's house, he wagered that he couldn't be so careless as to let it go to waste, deciding right then and there to alter his plans and to convert her house to her pet playpen, a personal prison, themed to her liking with his own sick twist. His mind began to race will all sorts of ideas of things to fix about her house. First, the obvious: the locks had to be changed, an invisible fence had to be added outside, he needed some way to restrict her access to the rooms in her house so that he could work on them one by one, and most importantly, he needed to make sure she couldn't interfere. 

    The man turned on the lights in her living room, revealing a rather quaint yet spacious living room, a simple driftwood coffee table and set of plastic-wrapped rustic furniture filled most of the floor space, a large wooded cabinet hiding away a TV and her movie collection as well as her player and a few other trinkets. He continued to walk around the room, placing down his bag absent-mindedly as he poked around her shelves, picking up books and photographs and getting more of a feel for her than he had in the whole last month of his life. His excitement grew with every minute he stayed, she was finally within his grasp and all he had to do was seal the deal.

    The intruder had sat down on the couch and opened up his bag, revealing a stomach-churning stash of various supplies. He got to work quickly, pulling out a few of the less tame of his toys and moving around her living room, adorning her shelves with his new additions to her collection with dildos, vibrators, gags, handcuffs, crops, whips, and rope. Once he was done, there wasn't a single wall or shelf that could be looked at that didn't have at least one new addition. 

    With a smile of satisfaction, he began hunting back through his bag, and, pulling out a small cardboard box, he cut smoothly through the tape that sealed away his next set of toys. He pulled another, more decorated box from within the first, revealing a more nicely packaged box of 24 small security cameras. He began to move about again, now hunting through her whole house, assigning a few cameras to each room, making sure to hide them and their wiring as he hooked his system of surveillance into her house. After about an hour of hunting, he finally finished up his camera setup, bringing a laptop from his bag and setting up the cameras to signal test before returning to his bag as his laptop and the cameras slowly blinked to life.

    While he waited for his new entertainment system to link up, he reached into his bag and extracted what appeared to be a glossy black leotard without any holes for the head, arms, or legs. The odd not-quite-fabric material smoothly moved through his fingertips as he ran it between his hands, taking his attention off his current task. After a few minutes of admiring its beauty, he tossed it onto his shoulder and reached into his bag, and brought out a simple golden choker, tapping the side of it a few times before dragging his finger along the entire rim very slowly and calculated. The choker sprung to life and unclipped itself, a small red glow flashing from the hinge of the collar. He then reached into his pocket, taking his phone in his opposite hand and tapping it gently against the hinge. By the time he put his phone back into his pocket, the red glow had disappeared and replaced it with a static, blue glow. He smirked again and began his move towards Fiore's bedroom, quickly invading the space to find his prize fast asleep, nearly completely nude, and sprawled out over her mattress.

    Her captor wasted no time proving his worth as he moved swiftly to her neck with her new golden choker, tenderly moving it around her neck and locking it into place below her chin. With a soft sigh of relief, he backed away, then beginning to gingerly spread her body out. He couldn't take it upon himself to ruin his plans now so close to success. Once he had her body completely spread out, he placed the leotard gently over her body, and, almost organically, the fabric seemed to spread over her. It found its place and its limits quickly, expanding up as far as the collar and down as far as her knees. Across her arms, the garment began to spread down to her elbows and, as soon as it stopped its venture, the man brought out his phone once again to check through a few more minor settings. For now, he simply desired to make the fabric hide until she woke on her own. The garment began to slink back up into her new choker, the choker expanding down her neck little ways as the garment bunched up into its confines, hidden away for the time being.

    Satisfied once again, the man retrieved Fiore's phone before walking around her house once again, taking every phone she had and removing it from the wall as well as her smart home devices. He returned to his bag with his new stash and began loading it all up before bringing everything outside back to his car. It didn't take him long before he was making his way back to her house with a large whiteboard and easel, setting up shop in her living room as he unwrapped one of her one-person chairs and making himself very at home as he began writing his plans for her house down on the whiteboard. He then flipped the board over and began writing 'Challenges,' figuring he might as well have some fun with her before he was done with her renovations, working tirelessly through the night continuing his list and small renovations that he had time for before his prey regained consciousness. 

    By the time that he was done breeding his filth and had finished setting Fiore a fair number of 'beginner level' challenges, Fiore had finally gotten enough sleep to excuse herself from the confines of her slumber. She groaned softly, heading downstairs slowly, passing through into the kitchen where she began to make herself a cup of coffee. The man heard her shuffling and quickly re-engaged her new garment, having it cover down over her crotch and over her shoulders with a nice u-neck taper. The unique material of the garment made it nigh-on impossible for Fiore to even feel that anything had changed as she slowly shuffled her way into her living room where she caught the first hint that someone had come in during the night. 

    She looked at the man that had made her way into her house and was writing vulgarities onto a whiteboard, nearly dropping her coffee onto her foot as she opened her mouth to begin to scream. Without even looking, the man held up a finger to tell her to wait, the assertiveness and confidence of the man to not even verbally tell her to hush taking her so off guard that she listened. She cleared her throat and looked around, dropping her coffee as soon as she saw all the toys in her living room, finally snapping and taking the time to scream, only to be quickly punished by her new clothes as they tightened around her body and neck until she silenced. As the garment tightened, she reached for her neck, gasping for air as she slowly tumbled to the ground. She looked around in horror, trying to figure out what was happening as the thumping of the man's footsteps slowly approached her, a blurred figure of a man squatting down in front of her with a sinister smile on his face before finally speaking to her, a deep intonation of power lining his voice as he spoke at her. 

    "I wouldn't struggle if I were you. You see, it's set to get tighter if it feels any form of resistance. That includes screaming like you did or trying to pull it away. It really is just easier if you just cooperate, darling~ After all, I've been looking forward to this for a very, very long time~"

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    Like any normal person faced with her situation, Fiore continued to panic. The suit continued to constrict her, eventually locking its form into a more solid state around her. She gasped for air, her lungs beginning to burn and beg for a refill as her eyes began to fill with tears as she watched the man approach her in her blurring vision, his large canine silhouette giving her an uncomfortable, unplacable familiarity. He scooped her up with ease, the strength of the large man scaring her almost as much as the suit itself as he rudely plopped her down onto one of her armchairs and uttered a command into her collar, forcing the suit to give her some leeway back. She gasped for air, coughing and sputtering as the air was finally allowed to rush back into her body, Fiore crumpling and swaying as she began to feel physically sick. Through her blurring vision, she watched the man head back to his chair and sit back down, his cruel smile and overly eager eyes reflecting the moonlight that flooded the room, sending a shiver down her spine as she dared to speak again, her voice soft and full of absolute terror.

    "Wh-Who are you, wh-what have you done to me...?"

    "I am Xavier. You will never call me by that name though. I'm just letting you know for when my friends reference me. To you, I'll let you guess as a part of your first task." His voice, though soft-spoken, echoed almost threateningly through her living room. Had it not been for her new outfit, she was sure that his voice alone would keep her petrified and unable to move in her armchair.

    "F-First task...?"

    "Oh! Silly me, I forgot to explain my game, haha! Yes, your task. See, when training a new pet-"

    "P-PET!? GLLK-!" Fiore screamed out at the mention of the word pet, the suit restricting around her throat and chest again, making breathing only just barely possible but speech an absolute impossibility. She could feel her lungs shrink as the suit clenched against her ribcage and crush against her neck, her captor watching with savage intrigue as she fought with herself to stay quiet.

    "God, you're a slow learner. I like that, only means it'll be more fun for me as we continue our journey." The man chuckled, his laughter rumbling through her halls as she sat quivering in fear, using all of her strength just to breathe. "I told you, it's best to shut up. You try shouting again and you'll pass out, and you don't want to know what position you'll wake up in, do you Kitten?" He smirked towards her again before continuing his speech, his actions returned back to him with a whimper of fear as he continued to explain his game.

    "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I like to play games with my pets. See, I've been commissioned in the past to do what I'm going to do to you to other people. Make people with unpayable debts pay them off. Serve the right people, so to say. One person gets to live the rest of their days debt-free with everything is taken care of for them for the small price of their humanity and their debtor receives an obedient pet. Everybody wins, one way or another. You're different though. You had the unfortunate habit of catching someone's eye over these last few months. They had me check around to see if you owed anyone anything, and luckily for you, you're clean as a whistle!" 

    The man leaned forward in his chair, Fiore now able to see a bit further into his eyes in the darkness of the room, his mouth now in full view as he continued to speak to her terrified figure in the darkness, the man hushing his voice down, somehow making his already unsettling voice even more horrifying as he spoke directly to her rather than out into the air.

    "Thankfully, my client, in this case, is me, so I don't really give a fuck how clean your record is." The man then chuckled softly to himself as he sat back in his chair for a minute or so, simply content to revel in the sounds of Fiore trying to breathe before standing up beside his board and smacking it hard with what looked to be a riding crop, the sound making Fiore jump as he presented his board once again to her. "The game that I play normally lasts a few rounds with each round getting a bit more intense than the last, each round always teaching a few life skills needed for the new pet for their new life. There's a way for you to win it though, and that's to simply walk out of your front door. That being said, nobody I've ever trained has made it to the door." 

    

    Fiore's eyes immediately darted over to her front door, her eyes widening in excitement as she was told the keys to her freedom. She ignored his heeded warning that nobody had ever made it to the door, the woman trying to move as soon as she was told to walk out of the front door. Of course, her new outfit wouldn't let her get far, but after a few minutes of hard effort and wearing herself out, she eventually was able to scoot to the front of her chair and slide her way down to the ground, faceplanted into the ground and completely immobile.

    With a soft chuckle, Xavier walked over to her and patted her head gently before giving her rump a hardy smack, picking her up and placing her back into her chair and clicking his tongue as he shook his head with a smile, now crouching in front of her as she panted heavily, trying her hardest to squirm away, the suit only getting tighter and tighter until it forced her to remain perfectly still as he licked his lips before speaking, his hushed voice once again sending shivers down her spine.

    "I wasn't done explaining the rules, hun. If you fail to complete a task, then I get to punish you. If you disobey, then I get to punish you. If you try to get help, then I get to punish you. If you try to tell anyone about this, then I get to punish you. And once you've completed all your tasks or completed all your punishments, on the highly likely chance that you can't flop your way out that door on your own, well then I get a perfect new sex pet all for myself, is this understood, Kitten? Tell me that you understand."

    Fiore gulped softly as he got closer to her, releasing her throat again to speak. It took her a while to bring herself to gather the strength to speak to him, but after a few minutes of staring helplessly into his almost soulless eyes, she nodded softly and weakly answered his question, her voice cracking at the meager attempt at speech. "Y-Yes, I-I understand-"

    "Good. That means we can begin."

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    She sat in the darkness of her living room, watching the man cautiously as he showed her the list of tasks he wanted her to do, every task filling her heart with dread as she knew that these were only the introductory level of tasks. He looked over to her and let out an exasperated, annoyed sigh at her sniffling and whimpering, his voice breaking the near-total silence and scaring her a fair bit as he called her out.

    "You done wallowing in self-pity yet, Kitten, or can we get started?"

    She shifted uncomfortably at the lack of respect for her, sniffling up the last bit of her initial sob session, slowly nodding before replying back to him softly, too scared to set off the suit again.  "M-My name isn't kitten, a-and you never gave me a-a name to call you..."

    He crossed his arms and tapped his chin, looking briefly to the ceiling as he began to tap his foot against the ground as well as if deep in thought before looking back over to him, the moonlight reflecting off his smile sending shivers down her spine once again as he gave his answer to her. "Well, first of all, you're wrong. Your name is Kitten. Your name is Kitty, Bitch, Whore, whatever it is that I call you, that is your name. Matter of fact-" He turned towards his whiteboard and began writing up a new task at the top of the list, turning back towards her and smacking the fresh ink labeled 'Pronouns.'  "You do know what Pronouns are, don't you, you dumb slut?"

    She sniffled again, flinching as he called her a dumb slut and insulted her knowledge of pronouns. Before she could even make a sound, he cut her off, finishing off his own question.

    "Well just in case you don't, they're words you use to refer to yourself. Like the word 'I' or 'Me' or 'My.' First lesson, unlearn these words. They are no longer on your vocabulary as of right now, understood?"

    She gulped softly, her mind racing as she tried to think about what he wanted, trying to think of how often she actually used pronouns and referred to herself. She looked up at him, questions running rampant through her mind as she piped up again to finally get some of them off her chest.

    "What d-do you mean by that, I-I don't know what you want from me, y-you just said you don't want me using pronouns, b-but isn't that... I-I mean, isn't that really niche? I thought t-this was sex slavery, not a-an English class."

    His smirk widened and he got closer to her, squatting down in front of her and bringing his face only a few inches away from hers as he spoke once again in her horrifying hushed voice to her, making sure that his lesson stuck in her mind. "I'm going to let those slide. You really are a dumb whore, aren't you? Hmm? You used not one, not two, not three, not four, but five pronouns during that little Q and A session you decided to have? Don't you feel stupid now? Hmm? Little whore hasn't even been fucked yet and her memory's already slipping, heh, it's a wonder what a lack of oxygen does to a person." The man then stood up and sat down on her coffee table, watching her writhe in fear for a moment before explaining his task further to her. "Let's answer that question of yours though. How the hell are you supposed to refer to yourself? Well, let's use some damn context clues, hmm? Like I said earlier, your name is Kitten, Kitty, Bitch, Whore, Slut. Whatever I use to call you, those are names you can use for yourself. From now on, if you ever step out of line, call yourself by anything other than something that I've called you, I will make your ass glow, am I understood?"

    Her eyes widened now at the realization of his first order for her. It was self-degradation. She would be forced to slowly forget her own name, edge it out of her memory, call herself a pet, call herself his whore, his bitch, his Kitten. She began to cry again, shaking in her bonds in flimsy resistance before the suit tightened again, making sure to keep her still as he began to chuckle in his creative cruelty once again.  

    "Awe, is my little whore finally realizing what's happening to her? God, you're pathetically slow!" The man stood once again, walking back to his board and crossing off their first task, bringing the pen down to the second and underlining the next task: Walk. He turned back towards her with a sinister smile on his lips before explaining the second task to his quivering pet. "You know how to walk, don't you? Saying as you didn't know what pronouns were, why don't you at least show me you know how to walk. This will be your first and only chance at freedom as well, use it wisely."

    As soon as he finished talking in an audible tone, he appeared to mutter to himself again, the suit loosening around Fiore. Her eyes widened and without hesitation, she stood up and began to bolt towards her front door, her speed akin to a gazelle who had just spotted its predator along the horizon. Xavier began to chuckle, the suit bringing her crashing down to the ground only a few steps into her sprint, beginning to rapidly restrict her again against the ground. She lay on the ground, flat on her face, whimpering and crying as she could see her front door in sight, hearing his footsteps slowly closing in on her. Fiore tried her hardest to get back up, slowly staggering to her hands and knees. She tried to push herself up higher, any movement attempt made to push her up off her hands and knees was denied by her outfit. She cried out in frustration, feeling her captor's presence behind her as she began to attempt to crawl towards her front door.

    "Go on, slut, you're almost there! You want this freedom so badly, I can taste it, oh boy I can taste it for you!" He taunted her, following closely behind her and dragging the riding crop lightly against her rear, causing her to panic and go faster towards her front door, looking up at the doorknob above her and whimpering softly. She huffed, distraught by her inability to open the door normally by standing up and walking through it, looking back at him and gulping heavily out of fear of failure as he looked back to her, a knowing smirk on his face. "Come on, unless you don't want it of course. Open the door by yourself and run away."

    She looked back at the door and began to reach out her hand up towards it, but as soon as it was level with her shoulder, the suit began to pull her forearm back, sealing a new layer around her forearm and bicep with her hand plastered against her shoulder. She fell once again to the ground, reaching with her other hand in desperation only for her other arm to be restricted much the same way, leaving her helpless to use either of her arms for just about anything. She leaned back, sitting up on her legs as she tried to use her elbows to scrape the material from her arms. As she did, her new suit took advantage of the situation to do the same with her legs, landlocking her calves to her thighs and forcing her to take the form of a bitchsuit.

    

    After a fair bit of struggling with her arms, she tried to stand up, finding her legs were no longer allowed to unbend. Her eyes widened with panic and she began to thrash about, trying desperately to unbend any of her four limbs to no avail. The suit then began to restrict her movement again at her struggling, leaving her gasping for air at her doorstep, only the door itself standing between her and apparent freedom as Xavier's footsteps rounded her body and planted themselves in front of her. He crouched down, his smile hauntingly close to Fiore, the mere sight of his fang-like teeth causing her to burst into tears again as he effortlessly picked her up and brought her back to the living room, laying on the couch with her clutched against him in her lap as he began to rub his hands up and down her body as she squirmed the little she could, Fiore struggling once again to breathe as he felt his new pet up and down, a sigh of contentment releasing from his body as his chest rumbled against her back with every slow, deep breath he took.

    "There there, it's okay my pet, freedom isn't for everyone you know. Some people just don't have it in them to be able to actually open the door by themselves. See, that's what Masters are for. Pets depend on their masters for lots of things!"

    "I-I'm not- K-Kitty is not a pet, p-please, th-that wasn't fair, y-you didn't play fair..."

    He slapped his hand down on her right thigh, her already limited vision rapidly shrinking in the pain of the sudden smack against her weakened body, the pain stinging throughout her entire body as the suit seemed to carry the momentum of the initial strike over her entire body. "What did I tell you about pronouns. Bad slut. You'll learn soon enough though."

    He continued to stroke his hands up and down her side while his other hand sifted through her hair, the suit slowly but surely releasing its restrictive grip on her as he seemed to just enjoy her physical company for what felt like an absolute eternity. She watched the hands of the large clock across the room from her slowly walked around the clock, her blurred vision keeping her from getting an accurate scale of time as she swayed gently in his arms. Fiore quickly became restless in his lap as he fondled her, Xavier letting out a stream of content and pleasured sighs as Fiore's trembling body quivered against his own. As Fiore began to go limp with exhaustion and finally a bit of peace with his massaging slowly coaxed her towards slumber, he spoke up again, startling Fiore and waking her right back up. "Alright, that's enough of that. Let's actually finish your task. Since you failed walking initially, we're going to learn how pets are supposed to actually walk. On all fours. I want you to do five full laps around this coffee table and thank me every time you come back to me. If you're lucky, you'll even get a treat when you're done, but you have to please me, mkay? Does Kitty understand?"

    Weakly, Fiore responded, still too scared to really speak her mind around him still. A solid proof that his tactics of breaking her had already been working wonders. "K-Kitty understands... U-Uhm... How ll-long have y-you been g-groping k-kitty...?" She looked up towards him slowly, wincing as he moved his hand up towards his chin as if in thought once again.

    "Hmm... I think it's somewhere in the ballpark of two hours, why do you ask, Kitten? You don't need to care about what time it is anymore unless it's when I come home, but you'll learn about your duties when I'm out of the house later. Now, enough questions, down you go."

    She shifted uncomfortably again as he picked her up and plopped her down on the ground, Fiore struggling to get to her elbows and knees. She gulped softly, slowly putting one appendage in front of the other and struggling her way around the coffee table. As she rounded the far side of the table, she could hear the soft rustling of fabric coming from his direction. Still, fearing punishment, she continued onwards, slowly but surely getting the rhythm of walking down as she continued to crawl about, eventually getting back around to Xavier and walking past him to start her second lap.

    "One. Good girl. Such a good good girl." He teased her softly, dragging his fingers across her spine and causing her whole body to feel shivers running up and down at the gentle caressing of her back. As Fiore continued her loop around, she continued to make improvements to her technique, if completely by accident, hearing fabric continues to rustle from his direction until she finished up her second lap. 

    "Two. You're getting better already!" She began to speed up a bit, beginning to walk in stride, stepping forward two limbs at a time, using one of her arms and the opposite leg for each and every single step. She began to notice that she didn't feel sore from walking on her elbows and knees, feeling for the first time thankful that the suit was there easing her pains away. She began to hear a gentle rubbing of flesh, gulping softly as she rounded the corner to Xavier smirking down at her once again, Fiore not even able to bear looking in his direction as she continued on to her next laps.

    "Three. Got some technique now, eh? Good girl, that's my whore! Give me a wiggle of that rump why don't you." She sniffled as he degraded her and told her to shake her rear. Fiore, not wanting punishment, obeyed his command, shaking her ass gently as she turned the corner away from him, hearing a pant of pleasure coming from him alongside the rubbing of flesh as she continued around.

    "Four. Tell me who you are. Who are you to me." He was forcing her to degrade herself for his enjoyment as she continued to crawl about, Fiore whimpering as she turned the corner before squeaking out a reply to his demands, the woman-hating every moment of her training as she continued around the table, reluctantly replying to him as she passed the opposite end of the table.

    "K-Kitty is a-a pet, T-To you, kitty i-is an object, s-she is your whore..."

    "Five. Good kitty. Now for your treat." Xavier began to scoop his hands beneath her shoulders, lifting her up a bit and sitting her back down so that she faced him, one of her arms on each of his thighs. She could now see what all of the noise was about, gulping and whining as she tried to pull herself away as she was now face-to-face with his erect member throbbing mere inches away from her, making it very clear to Fiore that she was not going to enjoy this so-called 'treat'.

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    Fiore's face drained of color, the girl quivering softly as she looked up towards his smirking face. She gulped softly, looking back down at his length as she felt his hand palm the back of her head. She gulped again, helpless to move, humiliated, trapped in her own home, and now mere moments away from being forced to pleasure the man who had done it all to her. Tears began to well up in her eyes, sniffles soon following as Xavier began to click his tongue and cock his head, the same cruel smile spread wide across his face as he began to speak.

    

    "Awee, does Kitty not like her treat? Is there somewhere else that Kitty would rather have her treat? You'll have to get used to it one way or another, I think you'd better do that sooner rather than later. After all, if you don't have your first time with me now, just imagine how embarrassing it would be in front of your fans." 

    At the mention of fans, she froze, the little color remaining in her face completely washing away as an expression of horror filled her face and shaking body as she looked back up to him, hoping he was just messing with her.

    

    "Oh, did I forget to tell you, Kitten? Oh yes, after today, your whole life is going to be live-streamed all the time! You're my property and my moneymaker. All these gifts I've given you are expensive, Kitty, and the bills don't pay themselves. That's your job."

    He sat back against the couch confidently again as Fiore shook in fear below him again, his fingers gently caressing her head in faux comfort to her as he waited for her mental bluescreen to end. Eventually, Fiore sniffled again, her head softly shaking, giving him a backward go-ahead to continue with his insistence of a treat.

    "Come now, it's not all that bad. No more stress, no more work, no more taxes. Daddy takes care of all of that now for the small price of total control over your life and your body. There are a million girls who would kill to be in your situation right now. You're not going to let them down, are you? Be a bad role model, a bad idol for all those women? Hmm? I thought you were better than that, Kitten. Then again, you're just a dumb slut, you probably don't even understand what I'm saying right now, can you?"

    At his final comments, she finally broke again, beginning to sob before him as he insulted her once again and put her down emotionally so abusively. She didn't even really know who Xavier was, but he clearly already knew exactly what would sting her more than anything else, intent on attacking it over and over again until her pride was mush. Xavier gently brought her chin up with his other hand, forcing his bound pet to look him in the eyes. His expression had changed, the once cruel smirk replaced with a stoic stare deep into her soul as he spoke, making his intentions clear to her with his gaze alone.

    

    "Except you can, can't you? You understand that I am your master now and that disobeying my orders will bring with it dire consequences, yes? You understand fully that I will hold back nothing, yes? What you don't understand, is that this is all for your betterment. I'm going light on you now so that when this silly training is all done, you won't get punished when the stakes are higher. Now, be a good pet, and enjoy your treat."

    He pointed over to the board, her gaze following to a single word sticking out in bold at the end of his finger. Oral. She looked back to him and his stoic face and gulped down her tears softly, opening her mouth slowly in fear, his hand ensuring she couldn't back away as his other hand began to assist his length into her gaping maw. 

    "Good girl. Now, I want to make myself clear right now as I'm placing my prized possession into my second most prized possession, if I feel any unwanted teeth applying any sort of pressure, your mouth will become a pocket pussy. You will be unable to close your mouth, unable to stop yourself from drooling uncontrollably, unable to eat or drink with assistance, and unable to talk. These things are privileges that I give you, Kitten, and it would be wise not to abuse them. Does my Kitty understand?"

    "K-Kitty understhdandths"

    She felt the warmth of his shaft beginning to push into her maw as she answered, her body shuddering as it tried to pull back. She began to feel the primal instinct to bite down and bite down hard, the woman whining in fear as she resisted the urge as he pushed her down further over his length. As soon as he was about halfway in, she watched helplessly as his hand quickly snapped around to her face, holding it shut just as she began to gag and spasm as the tip of his cock twitched up against her uvula. She looked towards him with a feeling of deep-seated fear and rage as he only continued to push further.

    Xavier began to pant softly as he pushed himself down inch by torturous inch, eventually getting all seven inches of his cock buried within his darling slut. He smiled down at her, beginning to stroke her hair again before bringing his hand away from the back of her head, reaching beside him and returning with a leather muzzle. Placing the muzzle into his lap, it became abundantly clear to Fiore what his next intentions were as he began to gingerly pull himself away from her, his length slowly protruding from her maw covering in her saliva until eventually, it popped free, only to slap back down rudely against her face, causing Fiore to help and whimper once again.

    

    "Oh hush, it's not all bad. You took that well for a first-timer. You are a first-timer, right? Be honest with me."

    She shifted uncomfortably as he waited for his answer, his hands sliding to the muzzle in his lap, Xavier's fingers moving smoothly around its form like ballerinas across a dance floor as he moved it closer and closer to her face, doing a final size comparison with his fingers before beginning to loop it around her face to hold her mouth in place for him.

    "Not my first..."

    "Oh-" Xavier sat up, his eyebrows raising as if impressed, though it was clear that it was a mockery as he fastened the leather straps around her head to his liking. "-well you could have fooled me because that was a poor performance for someone experienced. Let's get some tongue action into there and then you gotta really start milking, mkay? I've been teasing myself watching you crawl around like the helpless slut you are, but if I don't get my release soon, I'm going to be very upset."

    Fiore whimpered at his words, feeling his hands move away from the muzzle as he sat back to appreciate his handiwork before putting his hand back onto the back of her head and smiling back down to her, a glint in his eyes.

    "Open wide. As soon as I let go, you have five minutes to get your treat. If you fail, then I will have to punish you and you'll have to wear your treat with you back to bed tonight."

    She gulped, opening her mouth to protest, only for her muzzled maw to barely open enough for his eager length to slide its way back in. She began to struggle almost immediately, the suit restricting and holding her tight as he slid himself deeper and deeper into her, the moist warmth of her maw sending shudders of pleasure all up and down Xavier's spine as he slid himself fully into her mouth and into her throat. After a bit of panting, he brought out his phone and shook it softly to Fiore with a smile and a gulp of his own before starting a five-minute timer, letting Fiore know that she was on the clock.

    Fiore panicked, not ready for the timer as the seconds began to click on by for her. She struggled meaninglessly against her suit to no avail as she looked up towards Xavier in fear. After about a minute of trying desperately to pull away through, she had finally calmed down enough to concentrate. She slowed her breathing, finally stopping herself from gagging repeatedly as he held her steady against his crotch. She could hear him moaning softly with delight above her, the woman snapping her eyes shut in response, knowing that paying him any mind at all would make the process easier.

    After finally getting her breathing under control, she reluctantly began to stroke his length with her tongue, coaxing out a sigh of enjoyment and some head petting from Xavier, causing her to wince softly and gag once again. She struggled, trying her hardest to work towards her goal as her tongue began to dance over his twitching cock. After a short while, she felt it begin to heat up on her tongue, making her whimper a fair bit. 

    

    "Shhh... There there, Kitten. Keep in mind, you're being timed, and I don't want you to go over. I'm sure you don't either, right?"

    She gulped softly, continuing to lap at his length before beginning to suckle softly like one would on a popsicle they enjoyed, though in this case, enjoyment was no such factor. It wasn't long before she felt something beginning to ooze into the back of her throat following every throb, Fiore's eyes snapping open as panic set in again. She began to wiggle about again, looking up to Xavier for mercy as he held her steady against him with a smile. 

    "That's just precum, you're not done yet. Well, you almost are, heh, time's almost up and I'm oh so cl-close, wanna finish the job?"

    Unable to see the clock, she couldn't be sure if he was lying or not, though she felt like she had been here for an eternity already. She whined, ceasing her struggles and beginning to suck him off once again, getting her tongue back into the swing of almost jerking him off in her mouth while she appeared to eagerly suckle on his length. Xavier began to pant heavily, his hand gripping at Fiore's hair against her head as she continued along with her session, letting her know that he was getting closer and closer. 

    "C-Come on Kitten, don't give up on me y-yet, finish strong!"

    It was clear from the struggle in his voice that he was on his very edge, making her anxious for his finish. She continued to work hard, beginning to pant herself as she began to exhaust herself trying. As if out of nowhere, Xavier gripped her head tighter, pulling her into him and forcing her lips to press against something warm and meaty that she hadn't seen or felt before. Too afraid to open her eyes, she continued her work as he continued to pull her against him, slowly but surely pushing the bulb of flesh past her lips and into her mouth. She began to gag once again, feeling his length push deeper into her throat, cutting off most of her airflow to make way for his warmth as he began to throb wildly, grunting again before making a final remark.

    "Y-You ever felt a k-knot, slut?"

    He then moaned out eagerly, his body shuddering below him as she felt his cum beginning to pulse down through his cock and pump into her throat. She shook and whimpered, utterly helpless as he enjoyed his new fuckhole. Amidst the boiling, creamy fluid rushing down her throat, she could feel the mass in her maw beginning to expand, growing from its small bulb to now almost a full fist filling her mouth, tying him deep within her throat. She then heard the timer go off, sparking off tears to start to well up again in her dry eyes as he held her spasming body firmly against him, her muzzle pressed solidly against his sheath as he finished dumping his load into her. To Fiore, it felt like an absolute eternity that she was stuck suckling down cum, but Xavier soon finished, panting heavily and returning to his gentle strokes as his cock made its final few twitches.

    "H-Heh, wasn't quite expecting to t-tie you so early. Y-You'll become well acquainted w-with my knot soon enough, m-my sweet whore, and o-one day, you'll worship it a-and value it more than your o-own life."

    She whimpered, feeling her stomach churn with the fresh load of warm, sticky baby batter, now feeling uncomfortably full as he patted her head a few times before sitting up and moving his other hand to caress her face. 

    "Oh yes, Kitten, that s-seals the deal. You'll make s-such a good pet by the t-time I'm done with you that you w-won't even miss your o-old life a little bit. Rest easy now, y-you're gonna b-be tied for a while."

    Fiore didn't need to be told twice, exhaustion already catching up to her as her eyelids began to flutter, Fiore slumping over against the man as he continued to pet her and slowly deflate over the course of the next hour, eventually succumbing to exhaustion himself from his full night of prep-work, Xavier now confident he had secured himself a slut of his own.

    After a good hour of gentle stroking and soft huffing, Xavier was finally able to pop himself free from Fiore's eager maw, the warmth of her throat around his shaft still so intoxicating that he barely wanted to leave, though he knew that the modifications must continue if he was to get anything done long term. So far he was confident that Fiore had, at the very least, learned that he was someone to be respected and that if she disobeyed there would be consequences. He was happy enough with this training for the night, knowing that the actual skills would be learned gradually over time. Fiore slumped to the ground slowly after being released from their connection to Xavier, the soft 'plop' of her limp body hitting the ground reminding him that he should probably get her bed prepped.

    

    Xavier carried his new pet up the stairs eagerly, carrying Fiore draped over his shoulder and carrying with him a small crate and a pet bed as well, lugging them all up the stairs and back to her master bedroom. He tossed her haphazardly onto the bed, confident that she wouldn't be waking up any time soon as he got to work setting up the crate beside her old queen-sized bed, setting her new comfortable pet bed within the confines of the cage before returning to the bed to find Fiore sprawled across the bed, almost too tempting for him. Biting his lip softly, he began to rub his hand up and down her smoothened body for a few minutes. After feeling her begin to slowly shift about, Xavier picked her up and gently tucked her into her new cage, and shut the door behind her before sliding into his new bed, whispering out a promise to Fiore in the darkness of the room before succumbing to sleep himself.

    "I'll take care of you from now on by dear sweet Kitten."

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    Fiore woke up slowly the next morning, groaning softly as she had been woken up to the less than pleasant sounds of construction coming from downstairs. She attempted to stretch, finding herself still limb-locked and realizing that the previous night's endeavors had not in fact been some elaborate lucid nightmare, but rather a nightmare that would follow her into her daily antics and for the rest of her foreseeable future. She tried to stand up on her new legs, the small size of the cage only barely larger than her, keeping her curled up on the floor of the bed as she looked out of the door of her cage towards her own bedroom door, trying to see if anyone would be close enough to hear her over all the construction noises. She began to call for help, her stomach growling in hunger as she lay helpless within her cage for what felt like hours upon hours.

    

    Eventually, Fiore could see a pair of feet below the skirt of the bed come into the doorway. She became ecstatic, finally able to have someone close enough to reach out to for help. She was so excited in fact, that she had forgotten some of the manners that her new Master had attempted to teach her the previous night, blurting out her needs and desires with no regard for her newly proper grammar.

    

    "H-Hey, please help me, I-I'm stuck in this crate, p-please..!! I-I'm not supposed to be in here, t-this is my house!"

    The figure's footsteps stopped their stride and turned her direction before slowly beginning to move towards her from across the room. Fiore began to squirm in excitement, trying her hardest to get up onto all fours in preparation to get out of her cage as the legs got closer to her cage, stopping just two feet away from her, just within range.

    "O-Oh perfect, y-yes please help me, I-I need-"

    As she pleaded for help, the figure began to crouch over, revealing to a now horrified Fiore that the legs had belonged to Xavier. The color left her face and her eyes widened up as her gaping maw quickly shut and she began to recoil in fear as she now saw the large white canine in his full glory, smirk, and all as his gaze cut deep into her soul.

    "I'm sorry, Kitten. I didn't hear what I thought I just did, did I? You didn't happen to just... call out for help? Use personal pronouns, did you? Hmm? This is your house, is it? Oh... Oh, Kitten, I'd be much more careful with what you say and in what company you say it. The moment you failed to walk out that door yesterday all of your property became mine. The game was rigged from the start, Kitten. Now, I have to get back to directing the remodeling. I was going to come and get you, show you around, but clearly, you'd rather be left alone right now."

    Xavier began to stand up again, Fiore whimpering in her cage before trying to respond to him before he left, desperate to make amends. "N-No, Master please, Kitty didn't mean it..! K-Kitty was naughty, please Master, c-come back, I-I promise I won't-"

    "Won't what, Kitty? Won't cry out for help? Won't use personal pronouns? You already failed at that again. Maybe you do need some alone time to reflect on last night's lessons. Here, I'll help you concentrate and you can join me when they leave for the day, okay?"

    "Master, please! Kitty is so hungry, K-Kitty is sorry she's making mistakes, p-please forgive her, she's r-really new..!!"

    "Newness does not excuse insolence, now does it, Kitten? I'll be back for you later, you can eat then."

    With that, Xavier brought over a large, thick weighted blanket, draping it over the cage, muffling the outside noises, and blocking almost all light from the outside from going in. Fiore began to panic, having a breakdown as she slowly tired herself out from thrashing and squirming about in her tiny cage for hours on end with no end in sight for her as Fiore quickly lost track of time completely.

    What felt like a true eternity later, the blanket would finally shift and reveal Xavier in a once again dark room, having left Fiore within her cage all day and in past sundown. Fiore looked towards him, hunger and remorse in her eyes as his eyes locked with hers in the darkness.

    

    "Sorry Kitten, I seem to have forgotten you were up here waiting for me to let you out. You'd be fine waiting till tomorrow to eat, right? After all, it's rather late tonight and I'd really like to go to bed."

    "M-Master, please... K-Kitty is so hungry, s-she r-really needs to eat really b-badly. M-Master, p-please feed Kitty, she'll d-do anything..."

    Xavier raised an eyebrow with his smirk as he cocked his head to the side, liking what he was hearing from his pet. "Oh yeah? What does that entail? Give me one thing that you'll do without resistance just to get some food. Hmm? What is food worth to you?"

    Fiore whined softly, faced with a small choice, but her hunger pangs were too strong to allow her to really think about what she would do for a simple meal, her mouth foolishly allowing the first thing that came to her mouth to slip free into the open air. "H-Humiliation."

    "Hmm? Humiliation you say? Heh. I can work with that for tomorrow. Humiliation it is then, let's get you eating."

    "H-Huh...? N-Nonono, K-Kitty didn't mean to say-" Fiore suddenly appeared to realize what she had said, a worried expression filling her face as she squirmed uncomfortably in her cage.

    

    "Does Kitty want to eat tonight or does she want to talk back?" Xavier smirked to her, watching Fiore writhe in defeat as she slowly shook her head in response to his brief questioning. "Good. Then let us go downstairs and we'll get you acquainted with the new food that I've gotten for you." Xavier opened the cage and reached in, grabbing Fiore below her armpits and scooping her up in his arms, holding the lightly squirming Fiore tightly against his body, fondling her breasts gently as he walked the pair downstairs to the kitchen. Fiore couldn't see anything new in the darkness of her house, trying to see anything at all as she was set down beside the table, hearing a soft metallic 'click' at her neck. She looked down, noticing that she had been leashed up and tied down to one of the kitchen table legs. She whimpered softly, curling up on the ground as she heard Xavier move away from her and begin to open and close several cabinets.

    "Ah, there it is. I knew I put it somewhere. Alright, Kitten, you'll be getting apple flavor tonight. Eat up and don't complain. Your food comes in this form from now on." Xavier opened up a packet of something just out of Fiore's line of dimmed sight, the woman shifting about uncomfortably at the uncertainty of what he was preparing for her until she saw a dog bowl placed in front of her, a chunky, vaguely-apple scented gelatin slopped into the bowl that bore her new name, "Kitten" on the side. She gagged, backing away from the bowl in fear, bringing a soft chuckle from Xavier's chest as he watched her writhe in fear of her new diet. "Don't worry Kitten, it's perfectly edible. At least, that's what the company that sold it to me said. You'll be on a diet of this Slave Chow from now on, my sweet, so I'd recommend getting used to it now.

    Fiore shook for a few moments before her hunger began to win the war against her common sense, Fiore hobbling towards the bowl and slowly poking her face into the bowl, hesitantly sticking her tongue into the strange amalgamation, finding herself pleasantly surprised at the genuine taste of apple. Too hungry to care past the flavor, she began hungrily eating, anomalistically diving into the food almost to the point of moaning at every bite as she chowed down. Xavier continued to chuckle at her, even bringing his phone out to record the ridiculous sight to use against her later. It didn't take Fiore long before she was licking the bowl clean, much to the enjoyment of her Master. As soon as she was finished, Xavier wrapped his arms up below her, unhooking her collar once again and lifting her up to force her to look into his eyes. 

    "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it Kitten?"

    With a groan of satisfaction, Fiore shook her head softly, looking dazed into his eyes as she gave back a verbal response while Xavier walked the pair back to the Master bedroom. "N-Nno, wassn't so baad..."

    "Heh. I'm sure the sedatives I put in there helped too, eh? I'll see you tomorrow Kitten." He smiled softly, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. By the time that he pulled back away, she had passed out, leaving him alone with her limp figure once again, Xavier locking her back up into her cage before heading to bed again himself, getting himself a full night's rest for his plans the next day with Fiore.

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    Fiore woke up the next morning to silence, the door of her cage already wide open for her. She peered out from her small cage, worried that Xavier had left it open as a trap but, against what might have been the only better judgment she had left, she gingerly stepped outside of her cage and stretched out on the floor, yawning and finally getting a chance to fully stretch out a bit. She looked towards the clock in her room, noticing the time was just before seven in the morning, rather early for her, even normally. Upon looking around the rest of her room briefly, she noticed that it had been mostly stripped down completely, her once well-decorated room now barren of anything identifying it as her own. Fiore began to whimper softly, crawling towards her bedroom door and finding it closed. Fiore sighed, her stomach rumbling again in hunger as she crawled away from the closed-door towards her bathroom and closet, finding them in a similar state to her bedroom; they had been stripped completely of her possessions, emptied out with preparations made to begin changing everything.

    Upon hobbling back into her main bedroom, she heard her bedroom door beginning to open. She looked toward the door, watching as the large figure of Xavier stepped through the door, buttoning up a dress shirt and quickly closing the door behind himself, a smile across his face as he saw his new pet crawling about the floor on all fours like he had trained her to do. "What a good little pet you're turning out to be, aren't you~"

    "Master, what did you do with all of Kitty's stuff...?"

    "Oh, Kitty's old stuff? I've just moved it to a warehouse, doll. I'll begin selling them as collector's items as soon as I get your streams really started up, but I need this house up and ready before I do. Now, you said you'd be willing to risk humiliation in exchange for that food last night, right?"

    She opened her mouth to protest before realizing that she had in fact told him to humiliate her in exchange for food last night. She gulped softly, unsure of what could possibly be much more embarrassing than what she had already been through. She looked back up to him a soft defeat hiding just behind her eyes as she softly spoke up to the rather eager-looking Xavier. "Yessir, K-Kitty recalls mentioning that."

    "Good, because it's almost time for us to go to work!"

    "U-Us..?"

    

    "Yes, you dumb whore, us. You were willing to go through a bit of humiliation, and Daddy's got some work to do back at the office. Unless, of course, you would rather stay locked up in your cage all day again, because that can certainly be arranged for you again." Xavier smirked down towards her cruelly as he continued to button his shirt up and adjust his tie, watching Fiore writhe in discomfort as she thought of what going to his work could possibly entail for her. She didn't get much time to reflect though as Xavier finished up his attire, scooping up the helpless Fiore and carrying her back downstairs under his shoulder. 

   

    As the pair walked down the stairs, Fiore could see most of the first floor of her house had been stripped down, her possessions removed and a strange metal set of beams lining the ceiling leading from room to room, the whole house very clearly under heavy reconstruction and remodeling. Fiore began to whine as tears welled up in her eyes, seeing the house she had worked so hard to get being changed around to suit her self-appointed master's new needs for her. She tried to look away from the sight to prevent herself from losing herself fully as Xavier brought the pair outside. She began to squirm in his arms, already embarrassed that they have left the house and that she was now visible to the outside world. Xavier squeezed her a bit, getting her to stop her squirming as he brought her around to the passenger side of a rather expensive-looking sportscar. In his passenger seat was a more heavy-duty seat than usual, housing straps that crossed over her hips, below her breasts, and one that came down from the top that surrounded her neck and slid down between her breasts just to clip right in front of her covered slit. Xavier strapped her down with ease, the heavy click of each strap being put into place telling Fiore that she was secured a bit more firmly than normal. 

    

    Soon, Xavier was in the Driver's seat, leaning close to Fiore and uttering a soft command, the bitchsuit loosening its restraints around her, her arms quickly falling down limply beside her as they unfurled completely. Fiore looked down at her arms in shock that they had been unbound, looking up towards Xavier hesitantly, unsure why she had been granted this freedom. Before she could really think past her initial shock, Xavier quickly piped up, putting a stop to any further plans she may have formed. "You do anything out of line and the suit will immediately restrict you again. It won't care what you're doing, you will collapse where you stand and be forced to crawl the rest of the day, is this understood? If you threaten anyone, try to speak out to people about this-" He turned towards her and looked deep into her eyes, scaring Fiore a bit back into her seat as she slowly rubbed her arms. "-then that suit is programmed to begin ramming your throat so full of cock that you'll feel your guts getting rearranged from the top down. Do. You. Understand?"

    Fiore quivered in fear, weakly nodding to his question as Xavier turned back towards the front, satisfied enough with his pet's response as he reversed out of her driveway and began to drive off towards the main city, uttering another command under his breath. It didn't take Fiore long to notice the collar around her neck beginning to bulge up, feeling towards it and noticing that her arm had been freed completely of the strange garment. She gasped, looking down at herself, horrified to find that her entire body had received the same treatment as she sat completely nude beside her new master, a blush quickly filling her cheeks as she began to cover up her breasts and pussy, closing her eyes and whimpering.

    "You're not embarrassed already, are you? Boy, you're just gonna have a blast once we get to work then. From now on, you work for me, Fiore. Your uniform will change day to day, your assignment will change day to day, but your allegiance will always be to me. You are my pet and my pet alone. You go by my rules, and nobody else's. Once we get to work, I will permit that suit of yours to form clothes around you until we get to my office where your shift will begin."

    "W-Why did you have to do this t-to Kitty??"

    "Entertainment. It's simple. You're my pet and I love watching my pets squirm." He smiled at her, dragging a finger down her neck and across her side before giving her left breast a gentle squeeze before turning his attention back to the road, leaving Fiore to continue to reflect on how she had gotten to this low point in such a short period of time, not even daring to think about what was happening to her house as the pair merged onto the main highway to make their way deep into the heart of the city."

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    Fiore writhed in the front seat of the car as the two of them finally began to make the turn into the city. Her arms were sore after holding her arms up for the last forty-five minutes to cover her breasts. Xavier had found it amusing, not really finding it worth it to scold Fiore for trying to hide her naked body from the outside world, knowing that eventually, she would fail and, inevitably, she would have to put her arms down from the exhaustion she was now feeling. Fiore visibly shook beside him, her arms weak following his theory, especially after having been bound up for almost two whole days.

    

    As the car made the turn off the highway into the city, her arms finally weakened to the point of collapse, Fiore whining and shifting uncomfortably as she hugged her arms close to her stomach and rubbed against them, trying to relieve herself of any form of soreness as they began to drive into the heart of the city. The slower movement of city traffic made Fiore whimper, knowing that a layer of glass was all that separated her bare figure from the prying horny eyes of the city dwellers and a small barrage of phones that lifted towards them for just a few moments at a time.

    Fiore slowly looked towards Xavier, a heavy blush in her cheeks from her embarrassment already, not wanting to continue to follow Xavier into work. She still couldn't shake that feeling in her mind that she knew him from somewhere else, and now that feeling was starting to really eat away at her. "How much longer until we're there?"

    With a smirk, Xavier responded coldly, patting Fiore gently on the head before returning his focus to the traffic ahead. "Oh, we've already passed it a few times, Kitten. I'm just waiting for enough people to take pictures before I make the right turn to take us in. I made sure that we left early so I could take the long way a few times."

    Her blush of embarrassment only grew as she continued to rub her arms, whining a bit as her worries about the phones had been proven to be true. An hour or so went by, the city crowds gently fluctuating in size as workdays began to start before finally, Xavier began to make a turn towards a large parking structure, the pair making their way towards the executive parking spots, the sleek car fitting nicely into the spot. Fiore looked up from her sulking as Xavier parked and got out of the car, Fiore gulping softly as she read the sign posted on the wall in front of them: "Reserved For CEO of Cerberus Toy Co."

    "H-Hey Master, I-I don't think you can park here, it says-"

    "I know what it says. It's reserved for me, now let's go, we have to get you dressed. And that was another personal pronoun, do you really want to test me today?"

    "R-Reserved for...-" Fiore was on the brink of making a connection to who he really was as he mentioned that she had slipped up again, Fiore's face quickly falling in fear as she looked back towards him while he unbuckled her and began to assist her out of her seat. "Kitty is sorry master, she didn't mean it! Please have mercy today!"

    He chuckled softly at her weak begging, continuing to hoist Fiore to her feet and guide her towards the sky bridge towards Cerberus Toy Co.'s headquarters. Fiore realized that she was still completely naked about halfway across the bridge, beginning to whine and bend over to cover herself up as they walked across the bridge, Xavier leading her over to a rather intrigued receptionist at the welcome desk, an excited, toothy grin greeting Fiore as Xavier brought her over and forced her to stand before the desk.

    "Gooood morning sir, I see you've found yourself another Trainee, always wonderful to see someone new around the office!" The man behind the counter was a young goat dressed in a simple collared shirt and a pair of comfortable-looking slacks. He smiled up towards the pair, his eyes careful not to drift too far down towards the new 'hire's bare body. Fiore blushed and tried to squirm her way away from the desk, but Xavier held her steady, his hands pressed on her shoulders, beginning to grip down a bit more firmly as she tried to squirm away, forcing her to look towards the man behind the counter.

    "Yes, this here is Fiore, she interviewed here back in August and I've finally gotten a chance to follow up with her about the position. I would love to give her an office tour, but unfortunately, I have a few more pressing matters to take care of today, so would you be able to get her set up for a... in-depth tour of what we do here and what we make?" Xavier smirked softly at his words and Fiore's face lit up a bit in shock, remembering why she recognized Xavier. He had interviewed her months prior when she was trying to get a job working as an accountant for them, seeing the job opening and knowing that she filled the qualifications. that realization hit her like a truck that she wasn't really interviewing for a job, but rather for her current position, quite literally under him. She began to squirm and thrash about again, trying more desperately to escape but of course, Xavier held her firmly in place as the man behind the counter simply smiled back and nodded

    "Of course. And is she set up with the new systems? I remember you saying you were going to pick her up with the new suit, is it working like it's supposed to?"

    "Worked thus far, I expect it to continue to do so. I'll give you temporary administrator access to her suit for today, you know, help her along with the processing." Xavier smiled again and the goat nodded softly. After a small bit of mumbling and the exchanging of the man's hand across her breast, Xavier let go of Fiore, the girl collapsing to the ground in the surprise of suddenly not being supported by him. He chuckled softly, shaking his head with a smile before waving off the both of them and heading down the hall to step into an elevator, Xavier already long gone by the time Fiore finally stood up from her place on the floor.

    "Well, I'm sure this has been an adventure for you, eh little Fio? Can I call you Fio? It doesn't really matter, it's stuck now. I should probably introduce myself to you. You can call me sir if you'd like, but my name is Atticus. Nice to meet you. Now, Xavier has given me express permission to guide your suit, should you give me any troubles, so I don't want to see you trying to escape or ask for help. Nobody here will help you as long as you have a suit on. Mostly because it means you're property of Xavier, but it's also because it's a lost cause, so I hope you've gotten comfortable!"

    Fiore, too taken aback to actually respond to anything she had heard, simply stood in place completely awestruck.