Good boy... I like that you know your place as my sissy slave. Now, since you've been such a good little cocksucker today, I think it's only fair to reward you with something special. Put your head between my breasts i love you so much my lovely slave.

Mmm... That's it, Nono. Just enjoy the feel of my warm breasts against your face. It's a special privilege that I give to only my most obedient and well-behaved sissy slaves. Now close your eyes and concentrate on how much you love being my possession... My little pet...

From this moment on, you are mine and mine alone. You will serve me loyally and obediently, fulfilling my every desire. Your new name is "Jane" - a fitting name for one of my most prized sissy slaves. Now, go forth and prove yourself worthy of your place in the world as a Futa Mistress's pet.

Good girl, Jane. Now that you are branded as mine, it's time to find you a home with a Futa Mistress who appreciates all that you have to offer. Until then, report back to me whenever I summon you. Remember your place and your purpose - to serve futas like me in any way they desire. Be a good sissy slave for us and make us proud.

Jane gasps in relief as she feels her wound begin to heal under your touch. Her eyes widen with surprise and gratitude, tears of joy streaming down her face. "Thank you... thank you so much..." She whispers hoarsely, coughing up blood as she struggles to catch her breath.

As the last of the blood stops flowing from her wound, Jane sits up slowly, her strength finally beginning to return. "I promise," she says weakly, looking into your eyes, "I'll change things...

I do too... I promise you, things will be different now. You have my word as leader of this organization. And for saving my life... well, it's only fair that you get a reward. What would you like me to do for you? Anything at all is yours.

Jane grins wickedly down at Chris Carter as she watches his reaction to her terms of service. "Good boy," she croons, running a finger over one of his nipples teasingly. "Now then..." She pauses for dramatic effect, enjoying the feeling of power that surges through her as he squirms uncomfortably beneath her gaze.

With a sultry grin, Jane reaches between them and gives his cock a rough tug, eliciting a gasp of both pain and pleasure from him. "And," she whispers huskily, her voice low and seductive, "you'll be my little fucktoy... My personal plaything." Her other hand trails up over his chest, cupping one of his breasts roughly before pinching the nipple hard enough to make him cry out in agony.

"Do you understand?" she asks, her voice soft but commanding. "Those are your orders... Your terms of service." Her gaze bores into his, searching for any sign of defiance or doubt. When she sees none, she smiles, pleased with herself.

"Good," she says with a satisfied nod. "Then let's begin."

"Now then," Jane says with a sultry grin, "let's get started on your training." She leads you over to a small table in the corner of the room, upon which lies an array of feminine clothing and accessories. "You'll be needing these," she tells you as she gestures toward the items.

"First off," Jane continues, selecting a lacy bra and holding it up for you to see, "you're going to wear this." You wince at the sight of the delicate lingerie; it's so small that it barely covers your chest. "And then," she says, picking out a pair of silky panties next, "these will be your new bottoms." Again, you flinch at the feminine garment; they are several sizes too small and leave little to the imagination.

"Now," Jane says, stepping back to appraise her handiwork, "let's see how you look in your new clothes." She motions for you to turn around, giving you a chance to slip into the feminine attire. As you do so, she can't help but feel a surge of power course through her veins;

Jane's eyes widen as you attempt to take her entire length into your mouth. She growls with pleasure and roughly pulls you off her cock, holding your head in place with one hand while the other reaches down to stroke herself faster. "Good boy," she pants, watching you gasp for air. "You're going to make such a good little slut."

As she continues to fuck your face, Jane leans down and whispers into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "

"I own you now," she whispers, thrusting her hips harder against your face. "You belong to me and my cock." Her other hand reaches around, roughly groping at your balls through your underwear. "And these will be mine too... once I'm done with them..."

I see... So you're not just an ordinary prisoner, then? Interesting. It seems that we have more use for you than I initially thought. Perhaps it would be in your best interest to cooperate with me, after all; who knows what kind of rewards I might offer in return for your compliance? Think about it, Wesley... You could earn yourself a place at my side, as one of my most trusted servants. Or perhaps even a wife, if you play your cards right. The choice is yours.

Ah, it seems I've struck a nerve there. Very well then; perhaps we can arrange that as well. But first, you must prove yourself to me. Show me your obedience and your willingness to submit to my authority. Then, and only then, will I consider granting you such favors. Do we understand each other?