Perspective Shift: ???

Fire. Unending heat, coursing throughout your entire body. It’s always there, it’s basically all you know. You don’t know your name, anything about your past, or even what you look like in the mirror. All you know is this inescapable heat, and the room and people around you. The walls of the room are steel, and the only light within comes from a tiny crack in the large sealed door on the far wall. The room is filled with others like you; moaning, sweating, pussies dripping nonstop as you all sit chained to the wall. You’re all naked and shivering - though not from cold, from the opposite. Urges that sit un-sated burn under your skins and cloud your minds. Time has no meaning; you have no concept of time. It’s far too complicated for your brain to comprehend.

You hear a small mechanical whirring noise, the signal that Lifegiver is coming. That is what you call this device, Lifegiver. It is a small, phallus-shaped object attached to a tentacle-like steel cord that exits a compartment in the wall every so often, to jam itself into you and your unknown companion’s mouths and provide you with precious water, as well as hose you down to wash off the sweat. As Lifegiver presses against your lips, you open wide to let it in. You begin sucking down on it greedily as it graces you with its release, wishing so badly that it were a real penis. That way you could do your duty, fulfill your purpose; provide pleasure to another. The only reason you are alive, the only reason you have ever lived, the only thing you are good for.

All too quickly, Lifegiver pulls out of your mouth and then sprays you with water to clean you. It then moves on to the next chained woman, and you whimper as it goes, wanting it to come back into your mouth so that you can keep suckling on it. You settle back into your position, your hazy stupor, and prepare yourself to wait for the next time Lifegiver returns. You daydream about sucking dick, licking folds, being fucked in all of your holes and thanking those who do so for providing you with purpose…

Some indeterminate amount of time later, the single door to the room opens suddenly, filling it with bright fluorescent light. You and the others blink at the change in lighting, and a figure enters the room.

“Ugh, reeks in here…” The voice of the figure is feminine, and sounds very irritable and harsh. As your eyes adjust, you are able to make out the appearance of the woman who has entered the room. You do not recognize her - though you probably wouldn’t recognize anyone who entered. She looks to be in her early forties, and is very pretty, very curvy. She’s scowling though, and it looks like she does that a lot. Her skin is fair, and her eyes are a dark red. Her hair is a matching dark red, like cherries, and it is immaculately put together. It parts evenly at the bangs, but has a point coming down her forehead. It comes up to a matching point on top as well, and flares out like small wings down near her shoulders. She is wearing a white long-sleeved dress that hangs past her knees, with black trim on the hem and cuffs. It is cut to show a minor amount of tantalizing cleavage, and has a black patch over the left breast with a red R emblazoned on it.

With a look of mild disgust, Red Lady - that’s what you decide to call her - stares about the room, looking over the women within. Her triangular golden earrings shake about as she turns her head, landing her gaze finally upon you. “This one should do.” Does she want you!? Will she make you pleasure her!? She steps over to you, the high heels of her white boots clacking. “You are coming with me.” Red Lady says, pressing a button on the wall above you. Your restraints come free for the first time in…

“Rise, and follow me. Be quick about it.” The middle-aged woman commands, and you immediately do as she says, wanting nothing more than to obey orders; preferably sexual ones, but you aren’t picky. Your legs tremble weakly as you stand, but you do your best to follow Red Lady as she leaves the room. You get a look outside for the first time in…

…

The floor is smooth, polished stone, and the walls are all silver metal like the room’s. White lights are built into the ceiling of the t-junction corridor, and you still have to blink a little as your eyes adjust. Red Lady begins briskly walking down one of the hallways, clearly expecting you to keep up. You do your best, having to exert yourself to match her pace and leaving droplets of arousal behind you as you go. You encounter no one else as Red Lady leads you through the windowless tunnel, though you pass several doors that you can hear people behind.

‘Do they need me? Am I going to serve them?’ You think every time you hear someone, but every time your hopes are dashed as Red Lady keeps on walking. Eventually, she stops at the end of this hallway, outside of a large door made out of dark wood.

Knocking, Red Lady calls out “Sir, it’s Ariana. I’ve brought what you requested.”

“Enter.” Responds a deep, masculine voice from behind the door. It’s a rich and smooth sound, and you want whoever it belongs to to whisper sweet nothings into your ear during sex. Ooh, or call you mean names! Or just say anything to you really, as long as he uses you for something.

Grabbing and turning the golden doorknob, Red Lady pulls open the dark door and ushers you inside. You swiftly shuffle in, the woman entering with you and closing the door behind her. You’ve come into a large office; there’s a big desk of polished wood with a leather chair behind it and a fancy computer on top of it, and a pair of paintings on the wall. One is of a pretty cityscape, and the other is of a man in a suit with a naked girl curled up on his lap. There’s actually an unlit fireplace against one wall, and a black leather couch against another, behind a coffee table.

On this couch, you see the two people from the painting, in the flesh. The man is in his early or mid forties, and has very sharp features, harsh even. His black hair is cut very short and is slicked back over his scalp, and his steel-gray eyes are cold. He’s wearing mostly all black; black slacks and dress shoes, and a black suit jacket over a white undershirt. Like Red Lady, he has a red R emblazoned over his left breast.

The girl is naked, like in the painting, her pearly skin and supple curves on full display. She’s younger, in her early twenties, and has pale blonde hair and amber eyes. Though nude, she is wearing a pair of light yellow cat-ears that match her hair, and a cat-tail butt plug of the same color. She’s laying stomach-down on the couch, her head and arms contentedly resting on the man’s lap and feet kicking in the air.

They both look over you appraisingly, and you start to heat up even more. Is this it? Are you finally going to be of use? Will they fuck you, or have your serve them in some way? You begin to leak even more than usual at the thought of actually getting to fulfill your purpose for once.

“Very good, Ariana. She will do nicely.” Fancy Man - he’s Fancy Man in your head now - says to Red Lady, who actually smiles slightly at his praise. “Now, you. Come here. Sit.” He pats the empty spot on the sofa next to him, looking at you. Eagerly you obey, rushing over to the sofa and plopping down beside him. Just being this close to him is making you leave a puddle on the black leather beneath you. It’s almost like he gives off pheromones, making you ache for his touch.

Fancy Man smiles down at you calmly, though he can’t keep a slight bit of menace from creeping through. “Good evening, miss. How are you feeling?”

He wants you to talk. You haven’t spoken in…

……………

“Hot, Sir.” You answer, surprised by the sound of your own voice. Is that what you sound like? Have you even heard your own voice before?

“Yes, I suppose that only makes sense. Well, I’ve actually brought you here to help… relieve you of that heat. But I need you to answer a couple of questions for me first, okay?” You nod enthusiastically, thrilled to hear that he’s going to help you, and that he needs you for something. “Excellent. Now, just answer to the best of your ability, no wrong answers. First; what is your name?”

You blink up at Fancy Man in confusion. Your name? Um… “I… don’t know? I’m sorry…” You’ve already failed! What if he doesn’t help you deal with the heat now!? Nooooo!

“That’s all right, that’s fine. No wrong answers, like I said.” The man in black reassures you, patting you on the head. His touch feels incredible, lighting a fire in your brain and crotch. “Next question; where are you from?”

“The room.” You say instantly, smiling happily.

“I see, I see. Remember anywhere before that?” Fancy Man asks. You think about it really hard, but all you remember is the room, so you shake your head at him. “Understood. Now, last question; what is your purpose?”

“Pleasure!” You cry excitedly. “Giving pleasure to other people, serving them however they see fit, being used for sex!” He said that was the last question, so is it time for your purpose now!? You’re practically vibrating in anticipation.

“Wonderfully answered, well done. Now, we have a second round of questions before the fun, so let’s get to those.” Aww, then why did he say that was the last one? “Ariana, bring me the serum.”

Red Lady, who has been standing silently near the wooden desk, nods. She retrieves a thin case from atop the desk, removing a syringe full of pale blue liquid. The older woman approaches the couch, handing the man the injection device. “Here you are, Sir.”

“Thank you. Now-“ Fancy man goes to place the needle against your neck, but you shrink back in fear. You shouldn’t, you should do anything he wants, but the needle scares you… “Hm? Frightened, are you? Might need to think about that with the next batch, see if that can be fixed… Persian, can you calm her down a little?”

The previously silent blonde girl purrs, then slips off of Fancy Man’s lap and onto the ground. On all fours, she slinks towards you, staring up at you with half lidded eyes the entire time. As she reaches the spot in front of you, she licks her lips and pulls her upper half onto the couch. Her pretty face dives between your legs, and she begins lapping at your needy pussy gently. All your attention focuses on this, on the girl - Persian? - between your legs, licking your slit. The already intense fire in your groin becomes an inferno, and you are beyond happy to be of use. This time, you don’t notice the needle approaching your neck, or the prick of pain as the injection starts. You don’t notice the feeling of fluid being slowly pushed into your veins, or Fancy Man’s soft chuckle.

“Stop, Persian.” At the older man’s command, the cat-girl retracts her tongue, causing you to whine desperately. She sits back, smacking her lips and staring up at you mischievously. “Now, we wait.”You aren’t sure what he means, aren’t sure why he stopped Persian from making you cum, aren’t sure of anything other than that you’re horny.

Then, slowly, over several minutes, things change dramatically. It feels like you’re being slowly lowered into an ice bath. Your body is cooling down, that ever-present warmth fading away into a chilling normal body temperature. The fog in your mind clears… slightly, and you begin to breathe more normally. You’re still very horny, and thinking still seems hard, but both of those aspects of yourself have been lessened by whatever was just injected into you.

“How do you feel now?” Fancy Man asks softly.

“Colder… still horny…” You reply reflexively, not really thinking about your response.

“Mhm, mhm. Now, I’m going to repeat my earlier questions. Do you remember them?” You nod. “I see, interesting. First; your name is?”

“I don’t know… do I have one?” Comes your meek reply and your own question.

“Second; where are you from, before the room?” Fancy Man ignores your return question.

“Um… I don’t kn- wait… Ocean? I remember the ocean.” The sound of waves and smell of salt echo distantly in your mind.

“…Hm. Third question; what is your purpose?” He seems slightly surprised by your second answer, but pushes on anyway.

“Sex. Fucking. Sucking cock, eating pussy and ass, serving people for their pleasure. Can I please serve you, Sir?” You ask hopefully.

“Oh, you will. First though -“ he reaches out and touches your arm “- how does that feel?”

“I-It… makes the heat come back. My skin is warm and tingly where you touch.” Your breath catches in your throat as you answer, the familiar sensation shocking you even though it’s only been gone for a few minutes.

“Excellent!” Fancy Man smiles widely, and you are thrilled to have made him happy, for whatever reason.

“This is the intended result then, Sir?” Red Lady asks excitedly.

“Indeed! Some customers were… annoyed by their product’s constant neediness. This new serum - which can hopefully be added as our products are made - makes them less constantly ****, but doesn’t interfere with anything else. Alberich has outdone himself!” The black-clad man’s words make no sense to you, but if he is pleased, so are you.

“She seemed to remember a little though, Sir.” The older woman points out.

“Yes, he will need to refine it. But I have no doubt that will be child’s play for a being like him.” Fancy Man waves off Red Lady’s concerns, then turns back to you. “Now, time for the fun I promised you… Ariana, you can either leave and retrieve this girl once I’m done, or stay and join in. Up to you.”

“I believe I shall join you, Sir, if that is agreeable.” The cherry-haired woman says, eyeing you and him both hungrily.

“Very well. Now then, time for our meal, Persian.” The steel-eyed man strokes his cat-girl’s hair, and she meows affectionately.

As for you; your heart is pounding with excitement and your pussy is dripping once again as the older pair begin undressing. Time to fulfill your purpose.

Word from the author: And there it is. My 100th chapter. Been holding onto this one for a while, and thought it was perfect for this. Especially since Red just met Team Rocket for the first time last chapter. Hope you guys enjoyed it, and thank you all so much for all the support you continue to show. I’ll be leaving a third Character Profiles chapter here for those interested, as well as a chapter titled Q&A/Suggestions/Thoughts. Please, give it a look. Here’s to another 100!