Bonnet

"The delivery futa will be here soon," Angélique reminded, glancing at the door. "She's bringing us a shipment of silk. Very expensive. Very delicate. She travels a long way to serve us, and she deserves to be... appreciated."

Cassia, now Bonnet, nodded. She knew what was expected of her and had pretty much given up trying to fight back against her jailer.

"Remember, Bonnet." Angélique stepped closer and tucked a strand of blonde hair beneath the bonnet's brim. "You will welcome her properly. You will not hold back, you will be enthusiastic, not timid, and you will not disappoint me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress." The words came automatically now, stripped of their resistance.

Angélique clapped her hands together, her expression morphing into one of excitement.

"Magnifique! Consider this is Bonnet's grand debut! I want every futa in Maidenhead to see what a perfect dolly you've become. Soon, our clients will be hounding me for a Bonnet of their very own." Angélique's emerald eyes glittered with possessive glee.

The brass bell above the door chimed, and Cassia's heart leaped into her throat. A tall futa stood in the doorway, her arms laden with bolts of fabric wrapped in brown paper. She had dark hair and friendly features, and her eyes swept over the shop with the practiced assessment of someone who had made this delivery many times before.

"Angélique," the futa said, her voice rough. "Got your silk. Three bolts, as ordered."

"Margot, chérie." Angélique glided toward the delivery futa, her smile warm and welcoming. "So good to see you again. Please, set the bolts on the counter." She turned to Cassia, her emerald eyes bright with expectation. "I have a treat for you today. A new doll who will be taking your deliveries from now on.”

Margot's eyes followed Angélique's gaze, landing on Cassia standing in the middle of the shop. The delivery futa's expression shifted, surprise giving way to interest, and then to something darker, something hungrier.

"New doll, huh?" Margot set the fabric on the counter and stepped closer to Cassia, her eyes tracing the younger futa's uniform, her painted face, the bonnet perched on her head. "She's pretty. Very pretty. You've outdone yourself again, Angélique."

"I try." Angélique's false modesty sounded pleased, almost smug. "Bonnet, introduce yourself to Margot."

Cassia dropped into a curtsy, lifting her skirt to expose her bloomers and the tops of her stockings. "H-hello, I'm Bonnet. Welcome to the Lady's Lance," she said, trying to keep her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart.

Margot's grin widened. She reached down and adjusted herself through her linen trousers, and Cassia could see the outline of an alpha cock, thick and long, pressing against the fabric.

"Bonnet has been dying to meet you," Angélique said, nudging Cassia closer. "She's been talking about it all day. Isn't that right, Bonnet?"

"Yes, Mistress." Cassia looked up at Margot, fidgeting with her fingers. The delivery futa was taller than her, broader, her muscles defined from years of physical labor. "I've just been dying to meet you. And accept your... delivery. Would you like me to give me your load?" Cassia's face flamed under her makeup.

Margot glanced at Angélique, who nodded proudly, then back at Cassia.

"I would love to give you my load Bonnet. But, I'm afraid my hands are a bit dirty right now so you will have to unwrap it yourself." the delivery futa smirked, looking down at her growing bulge.

"But of course Mistress!" Cassia swallowed, dropping onto her knees before finding herself face-to-face with Margot's crotch.

Cassia's fingers moved to the fastenings of Margot's linen trousers, working them open with trembling hands. The fabric fell away, and Margot's cock sprang free, eight inches of thick alpha flesh, already half-hard and growing harder with each passing moment.

"What a scrumptious looking cock you have Mistress Margot!" Cassia looked up with a practiced smile.

Cassia hesitantly reached out and wrapped her hand around the base of Margot's cock. The flesh was hot and velvety, throbbing against her palm, and she could feel her own body responding despite the cage, despite everything. Her pussy grew slick, her inner lips swelling, and she pressed her thighs together in a futile attempt to contain her own arousal.

"Don't be shy Bonnet," Angélique circled. "Go on. Give Margot a kiss."

Cassia took a breath, leaned forward, and touched upon the spongey head of Margot's cock, coloring it with her lips.

Cassia worked up and down Margot's length, peppering it with soft kisses before opening her mouth, wanting to get this over and done with as quickly as possible. The head of Margot's cock slipped past her lips, thick and heavy on her tongue.

"Mmmm," Margot breathed, her hand coming up to rest on the back of Cassia's head, pushing her deeper until she felt the back of her throat. "Not bad Bonnet. Your mouth feels almost as good as Dolly's. Where did you say you found this one, Angélique?"

Cassia choked, the shaft slide down her throat.

"The Academy," Angélique said, her voice conversational, as if she were discussing the weather rather than watching Cassia fellate their boutique's delivery futa. "She is a senator's daughter. Very well-bred. Very... trainable."

Cassia's cheeks burned with humiliation, but she didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Her mouth moved on Margot's cock with a rhythm that felt almost instinctive, her tongue swirling around the shaft, her lips creating a tight seal that drew a moan from the delivery futa.

"Senator's daughter, huh?" Margot's hips began to move, thrusting gently into Cassia's mouth. "Never had a senator's daughter suck my cock before. This is a fucking treat."

"Bonnet is full of surprises," Angélique said. Cassia could hear the smile in her voice. "Dolly, chérie, come closer. What do you think of your sister’s technique."

Dolly's footsteps approached, and Cassia felt the beta's presence beside her, those enormous eyes watching her every movement. The attention should have made her self-conscious, should have made her want to stop, but instead it drove her on, made her want to prove herself, made her want to be praised.

“Her technique could use some work.” Dolly contemplated, tilting her head in thought. “But her enthusiasm is fantastic. She must really love Margot's cock.”

Cassia heated. Damn it Dolly, you’re not helping!

"Don't get distracted there, Bonnet." Angelique's mocking voice cut through her thoughts. Cassia realized she had slowed down to listen, and resumed her previous pace.

Gluk, gluk, gluk...

"How does it feel senator's daughter, to taste a real alpha's cock?" Margot chuckled breathily.

Cassia tried not to picture what her sire mother would think of her right now. Eager to finish this, Cassia doubled her efforts, taking Margot deeper down her throat, bobbing her head even faster, her hands gripping the around the alpha's sculpted ass cheeks for leverage. Margot groaned, her fingers tightening in Cassia's hair, and Cassia felt the cock in her mouth swell.

"That's it Bonnet," Margot gasped. "Just like that. Fuck, you're going to make me cum."

"Not yet," Angélique said, and both Cassia and Margot froze at the command in her voice. "Bonnet, pull back now."

Cassia released Margot's cock with a wet pop, her lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum. She looked up at the delivery futa through her painted lashes, her brown eyes wide and innocent despite the obscenity of her position.

Fuck, I was so close!

"Aw, look how sad Bonnet is to part with her treat. She really must love your cock Margot." Angélique intentionally misinterpreted. "But my naughty dolly must learn how to edge," Angélique explained, moving to stand behind Cassia. The alpha's hands settled on her shoulders, warm and possessive. "She must learning that pleasure is not about rushing to the finish. It is about the journey. The anticipation. The slow, sweet **** of almost."

Margot's chest was heaving, her cock slick and throbbing, her eyes dark with need. "You're a fucking sadist, Angélique."

"I prefer the term artiste," Angélique said with a smile. "Now, Bonnet. Show Margot how much you adore her cock. Not just how desperately you want to taste her cum."

Cassia leaned forward again, but this time she didn't take Margot's cock back into her mouth immediately. Instead, she pressed her lips along the shaft, soft and lingering, her painted lips leaving crimson marks on the alpha's flushed skin. She licked the head, her tongue darting out to taste the pre-cum beading at the tip, and Margot shuddered.

"Please," the delivery futa groaned. "Can't she just-"

"Patience, chérie." Angélique's voice was amused. "Bonnet is a thorough girl. She likes to savor her meals."

Cassia's lips traced the veins along Margot's shaft, her tongue lapping at the sensitive underside, her hands cupping the alpha's heavy balls and rolling them gently between her fingers. She was **** to take her time, drawing out every moment, building the anticipation until Margot's impressive thighs were trembling.

"Now Bonnet," Angélique said finally. "Finish Margot off. And don't swallow, I want you to capture every drop in that naughty little mouth of yours.”

Cassia opened her mouth wide and took Margot's cock to the root. The head pushed into her throat, and she fought her gag reflex, breathing through her nose, focusing on the sensation of being filled so completely. Margot's hands gripped her head, holding her in place, and the alpha began to thrust, fucking her face with **** urgency.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Margot chanted, her hips slapping against Cassia's painted lips. "I'm going to cum. I'm going to-"

“Do it." Angélique utters. "She wants it. Don't you, Bonnet?"

Cassia couldn't answer, her mouth full of cock, but she made a sound that might have sounded like assent. Margot cried out, her body going rigid, and Cassia felt hot spurts of cum flooding her mouth, thick and salty and overwhelming.

"Good dolly," Angélique murmured. "Such a good dolly, Bonnet. Don’t forget, hold every drop."

Cassia nursed until Margot's cock stopped twitching, until the flow of cum slowed to a trickle, until her mouth was bloated with the alpha's seed. She pulled back, a small dribble of cum leaking from the corner of her mouth, and looked up at Angélique with tear-filled eyes.

"Show us your prize chérie," Angélique said. "Come on. Open your mouth. Let us see."

Cassia tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide so they could all see Margot's creamy load, the smell of it filling Cassia's nostrils.

"Beautiful," Angélique breathed. "Now finish your treat Bonnet. You may swallow."

Cassia swallowed, once, twice, three times, before the last of Margot's cum disappeared down her throat. She closed her mouth and licked her lips, tasting the alpha's seed, and felt a strange sense of accomplishment mixed with her shame.

"Thank you for allowing me to take your yummy load today Margot. It has been my pleasure receiving you." Cassia said, remembering her lines, her voice slightly hoarse from the **** to her throat.

Margot stared down at her, chest heaving, cock softening. "Yeah," she said finally. "Yeah, you're welcome. Fucking hell, Angélique. You know how to train ‘em."

"She is my fondest current project. And her talents are only set to improve." Angélique just smiled, hands tightening on Cassia's shoulders, possessive and proud. "Now that the introductions are out of the way, perhaps you would like to discuss business? Our next delivery? Dolly, go fetch the samples book."

The shop returned to normalcy with startling speed. Angélique picked the silks she wanted. Margot noted them down in her ledger, her eyes occasionally drifting over to Cassia who was now panting slightly from the futa cum that she just ingested. Angélique discussed prices and delivery schedules, her voice carrying that same charm that had so deceived Cassia on her first visit.

Cassia just sat there for a moment, like a discarded toy, trying to reassemble herself.

"Bonnet." Angélique's voice cut through the daze. "Stand up, chérie. Margot is leaving. Don't you want to say goodbye?"

Cassia rose on unsteady legs and curtsied to the delivery futa. "Thank you for visiting the Lady's Lance," she panted, her fake painted smile slipping back into place. "Please come again."

Margot's eyes swept over her one last time, lingering on her lips, on the bonnet, on the uniform that left so little to the imagination. "Oh, I will," she said. "I definitely will."

The brass bell chimed as Margot left, and the shop fell silent.

Angélique turned to Cassia, her emerald eyes bright with satisfaction, sweeping Cassia up into her arms easily with her alpha strength. "Bonnet, my love. You were magnifique. Très magnifique. I am so proud."

Cassia said nothing. What was there to say?

"Quickly, go to the workroom," Angélique continued. "Freshen up your makeup and uniform. And then come back to the front. We still have customers to attend to."

"Yes, Mistress."

Cassia walked to the workroom on legs that felt like they belonged to someone else. She sat before the vanity and stared at her reflection, at the face that she had painted so carefully, now smeared and ruined.

I look like a whore...

She removed the makeup slowly, wiping away the mask that Angélique had demanded she wear. Her bare face stared back at her, somehow different than she remembered.

After reapplying her doll makeup, Cassia rose from the vanity and walked back to the front of the shop, her heels clicking against the floor, her bonnet, and namesake, firmly in place. Angélique smiled as she approached.

Cassia took her place behind the counter, fixed her smile in place, and waited for the next customer to arrive.