After another episode of the show, Stephanie's knot had gone most of the way down, and she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me up off her cock. I wasn't expecting it, and made some sort of mewling protest, since I was worried that all the cum inside me would spill all over the floor, but looking down and seeing it leak out of me and down her thighs, I could see she had sat on a towel.

Stephanie set me back on her thighs, and ruffled my hair. "You wanna go take a shower first Princess? I'd offer to shower with you and help you clean up, but honestly it's a kinda small shower."

I felt empty without her cock and cum, but nodded a little after a moment. I was a guest in their house, and I shouldn't hold up their showering process. Also I apparently deeply wanted to submit to Stephanie -- and had just gotten to! -- but that seemed like something to think about in the shower. I stood up, pressing my hand against my pussy to stop more leakage as best I could like I had seen Mika do, and walked over to their shower.

I had used their shower once or twice before, and it looked a bit cleaner than I remembered, if anything.

In a little while, the hot water of the shower was running over me, and I stared blankly at the wall... and it was the end of the day, wasn't it? Eighty-nine days left before I lost any semblance of personhood and left my friends and suddenly lovers behind forever. I reached up around my neck to feel the collar, but despite being feeling utterly owned today, I didn't have one yet. I hoped I'd get a nice owner... I'd be a good pet for them if they let me.

Horny and near tears, I realized I was touching myself again, and then remembered I was a guest again, and probably shouldn't use up a ton of hot water and tie up the shower forever. I cleaned myself up, and dried myself off with a nice fluffy towel, and looked over to my clothes on the floor, realizing I didn't have a change of clothes with me.

My long black skirt had gotten cum on it when I pushed it down and off of me, but my t-shirt and hoodie still looked more or less servieceable, and I pulled them on... the hoodie, being a bit oversized, covered up my pussy and a little bit of my thighs, at least. Less risque than Mika's skirt, really. I don't know where my panties had gone... maybe Stephanie had pulled them off before she fucked me? It was all still a bit hazy up until her cock was thrusting inside me.

I breathed in and out slowly, trying to neither get wet not tear up, and walked out with my skirt bundled under my arm to hide all the cum. "I'm going to go back to my house to change," I announced to the house at large.

Mika looked over dispassionately from the couch. "Not a bad look for you, but yeah, you should get some clean clothes, those ones are probably all sweaty by now and I don't want you stinking up my room... assuming you still wanna sleep together."

"Sure, thanks." She didn't need to call my clothes stinky when I had literally just taken a shower. "Where are Stephanie and Regina?" I asked, but even as the words left my mouth I heard moaning coming from their room, and I felt my cheeks heat up.

"Fucking. Those two got really turned on by how fucking submissive you are, I guess." She sighed softly.

I sat down on the couch next to her. "Um... you sure you're okay with all of this, Mika?"

She considered this for a moment, and then looked me back in the eyes, shrugging. "It's an interesting bit of variance in my life. It's not like they're going to get rid of me just because you're visiting for a few months." Her hand clutched at her sleeve a little tighter.

"Yeah." I put my hand on her shoulder gently, trying to reassure her. "I knew those two even before they got you, you know? They're not going to get rid of you." I tried to think of how I could make her feel better, and another little surge of arousal moved through me, and withdrew my hand, playing with my hair a little as I tried to work up courage. After a moment: "...Um, that offer to earn a slice of pizza from you still valid later when we're alone?"

She stared at me blankly. "...you're still hungry?"

I flushed and shook my head. "I... I dunno, I just want to make you feel good."

She smirked and flipped up her skirt to reveal her bare pussy. "Sure, you can do that later. Don't stress out about it too much, I do plan to help remold you into the perfect little slave you want to be... even if I usually hate that kinda thing."

Ignoring her bare pussy displayed to me, I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her close. "Thanks, Mika."

She made a displeased little noise and pushed on my shoulder, gently encouraging me to disentangle myself from her, which I did reluctantly.

Mika slapped her hand lightly against my thigh, making a bit of a smacking sound but not really hurting much. "Go get some clean clothes on, we have plenty of time to cuddle later."

I nodded and went out into the hall of the apartment, and stared off into the distance in a bit of a daze. A lot had just happened in the apartment, and now that I'd crossed the threshold, maybe it was time to process it all? But my mind just felt kind of blank. I didn't even hate it, the blankness.

I started as I saw two guys walking down the hall, and I wondered how long I had been here in a daze. One with long black hair and quite a few earrings and a bit of an emo vibe I had seen before and assumed also lived in the building, the other, his short-haired blond friend, I had never laid eyes on.

"Woah, didn't know your apartment had sluts in it," said the blond as the two continued to walk down the hall towards me. Despite his words, I tried to reassure myself that they probably wouldn't assault me, and quickly searched my hoodie pocket for my keys and pulled them out as they came closer... then I felt my ass being squeezed, and froze.

"Hey, Damien, we're here on business, remember?" The emo dude sounded kinda uneasy, I don't know if because he felt sympathy for me, or because he was worried about getting in trouble.

"Nah, it's okay, she likes it." He took my shoulder and turned me around, and pushed me against the door to my apartment, still locked, and looked down into my eyes. "You're not going to make a big deal out of this, are you? Cause if you are, I might as well take a bit more from this."

I looked down and away. "...it's fine, I'm not going to make a fuss. Someone's going to own me in a few months anyways."

"...Huh. That's rough, sorry to hear that." He let go of my shoulder and took my hand without the keys, and pulled out a small felt marker, which he wrote on my hand with before letting it go. "You're cute. Lemme know if you wanna sell your body to me, okay? I'll make it worth your while if you need money in your last few months with us, yeah?" I didn't look up, I didn't know how I'd react if I saw lust in his eyes, or even worse, pity.

I nodded a little. "Yeah, um, thank you." ...thank you? Was that what I was supposed to say when someone groped my ass and propositioned me?

"Seriously, Damien... can we please... business?" The other dude hovered nearby, increasingly anxious.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry, my bad," said Damien, not feeling guilty in the slightest, judging from his voice, and started to walk off, glancing back at me. "Call me." I nodded just a little, having no real intent to.

...if it had been one day earlier... I probably wouldn't be walking down the hall barefoot without skirt or panties, and they probably would've walked by without Damien doing anything. It wasn't the first sketchy-looking or acting guy I had seen walk by with that emo dude, really.

I opened my apartment up with my keys mechanically, and walked inside, closing and locking it behind me, and leaned against it, heart beating fast. A guy like that could own me in a few months. At least he was kinda cute and friendly in his way... a guy a lot worse than that could own me in a few months. Guys had never really interested me, but I guess I should at least get used to them... if my new owner saw me looking at him with distaste or something... that would be bad.

Maybe I should take him up on his offer... I wouldn't be such a leech on Stephanie and Regina... I realized I didn't have my phone, so I went and copied the number onto some takeout menu, folded it up, and put it into my pocket before thoroughly washing off my hand. The numbers blurred, the ink was still quite fresh, but even with a lot of hot water and soap there was still a black stain on my hand.

My new master could tattoo my body however he wanted. I felt so alone, and on the verge of tears again... it was one thing when I was with my friends, but a stranger having such complete and utter control over me... I wouldn't have a choice, I'd have to blindly trust in him... unless I tried to escape like Mika wanted to.

I climbed into my bed and hid under my covers, hugging myself and trying to just calm down, stop these racing thoughts of fear from controlling me. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.

I heard a knock on the door and tensed. He was back. I hadn't called soon enough and he'd just break in and use me for free, I was about to be a pet, it's not like I'd have a legal case settled against him before I lost all my rights.

"Phoebe?" It was Regina's voice. "You've been gone for like, an hour. You okay?" Her usually laidback voice sounded a bit concerned.

I pulled my covers off of my head. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just getting a few clothes."

"I'll help. Let me in?"

I walked over to the door and opened it, and Regina came in with a breezy smile, and I glanced out into the hall before closing the door behind her, heart pounding. When I looked back to her, she was looking at me with concern. "Hey... you okay?"

I blinked away the tears and shrugged a little. "Someone's going to own me, and I can't do anything about it... it would be fine if it were you or Stephanie, but like... some total stranger... I don't know what he'll be like... it's probably a guy... I'm just scared, I guess."

Regina wrapped her arms around me and drew me close. "Yeah." She didn't say anything further, I guess there wasn't really anything more to say, it's not like she was the sort of friend who would sugarcoat the truth for me. But was the sort of friend who would hold me while I cried, and that's what she did now, her arms tight around me as I sobbed against her shoulder.

After a little while I had recovered to sniffles. "...we should probably get my clothes before we worry everyone else." She helped me sort through them, and we picked out some more risque as well as some more covering and comfortable clothes for me to wear, her light teasing and flirting as we did so making me smile.

If Regina owned me, I doubted if she'd make me do anything beyond household chores. She'd be happy if I submitted to her, but wouldn't really force me into anything... being her pet would be really nice. We'd be more like friends, but she'd probably let me take my submission as far as I wanted so she could enjoy my happiness, and if she got uncomfortable, she'd just tell me.

Of course, being her pet was impossible. It wasn't within their budget, and I shouldn't daydream about it. They were already helping me out, I shouldn't get attached.

...oh no.

I was going to get attached, wasn't I?

I was already getting attached.