(Mature content warning)
"It's fine," Stacey coughed and wiped her face, trying to get up from beside the bathtub. She felt the grip in her hair tighten and Imiliana shove her face precariously close to the blackened water in threat. It smelled. "Everything's calmed down for the moment."
"Do you need help with anything, my lady?" Ning asked.
"No, thank you," Stacey coughed, wiping her face and feeling Imiliana's grip relax.
"I'm just helping her wash up," Imiliana called. "Don't come in."
"Call if you need help, my lady," Ning said.
"Of course," Stacey called back in reply.
The feeling of having said something wrong struck her. Should she have called him in to help instead in spite of Imiliana's threat? Was it too late now? It would be better to call Ning in. Stacey opened her mouth to shout, but a large, foreign, clawed hand shoved her face into the water again.
Imiliana released her but that foreign hand held her in place with a hand on her head. Stacey heard what sounded like bones cracking and joints popping. A large presence and a masculine scent filled the bathroom. It caused her to stay still, too afraid to make a noise or to try to move. Then Stacey regained her courage and struggled against the rim of the bathtub once more.
"Oh my," said Imiliana's voice. "Greyjo - you're - mmph."
The hand released Stacey, allowing her to bring her head back up and gasp for breath. Imiliana's heavy weight fell on Stacey pinning her in a kneeling position with her sore chest pressed against the edge of the bathtub. Stacey couldn't move. She could barely breath. It was hard to lift her head and her arms were occupied with trying to push against the increasing weight on her back. It felt like Imiliana was sitting on her upper back and weighing her down onto the painful rim of the bathtub.
There was the sound of clothes rustling and kissing, as well as heavy breathing. Imiliana's squeals and giggles were muffled. Then someone turned on the shower, so that the heavy sound of falling water masked all other sounds.
If Stacey were to make an educated guess, the dog, Greyjo, was gone but a beastman was in its place. And they were about to do it on top of her. She had to call for help now, before anything worse happened.
"Help," Stacey managed to choke one word out before the clawed hand pushed her face into the water and held her there. Another clawed hand swam under her shirt and bra to pinch and knead a breast, making Stacey squirm even harder in discomfort.
She tried not to breathe in the dirty water. It was so disgusting. Even though she was holding her breath, it stank.
She felt the strong thrusting of the beastman into Imiliana while they were on top of her. Imiliana made wet and muffled noises. Every thrust of the beastman forced the air out of Stacey, so that she could only make small whining sounds and release bubbles. When the beastman became more serious with Imiliana, he forgot about half drowning her. If the two wanted to do things like this, why did they have to involve her? Couldn't they get off her first?
Stacey concentrated on trying to find a way to get enough air in her lungs to call for Ning. It was a good thing the beastman had gotten distracted so quickly and momentarily forgotten her.
All Stacey knew was that she had to concentrate on her breathing. Until she had settled the pain in her chest and regained enough breath to make an attempt to call for help.
Eventually, the couple canoodling behind her were done. It was much faster than Stacey had anticipated. They allowed Stacey to sink to the floor, hugging her bruised and sore chest, still gasping for breath.
"You dare tell anybody," Imiliana panted, pinching Stacey's arm, "and I'll make your life a living hell."
"You shout and I'll kill you," Greyjo whispered in Stacey's ear with a burred accent. "I'll rip your throat out."
His sharp nails dug into Stacey's neck when his hand tightened around her throat.
"You need to shower and change your clothes," Imiliana said, shoving Stacey away from the door so that she wouldn't be easily seen when the door was opened. "I'll go and get you clean clothes and a towel. Don't move and don't make a sound."
Imiliana went out, taking care not to open the door wide. That left Stacey alone with Greyjo. The two stared at each other and Stacey tried not to look at the huge dangling thing below the bare upper body that was slowly becoming erect again.
"If you want to stay," Stacey lied, looking at the wall, "you'd better behave when you're in your dog form."
She was going to inform her bodyguards that he was a beastman the first chance she got. All she had to do was placate him until she could escape from the bathroom.
"No one tells this canine what to do," Greyjo sneered softly so that no one could hear what was going on outside. "Certainly no weakling like you has the authority to order me around. Once I make you my b*tch as well, you'll be listening to me or be punished." He gestured at his groin. "Even if I don't make an ugly sick thing like you mine, I'm not going to listen to you. What male would want a useless female like you? All you are is a spare hole for me to ride."
"I'll beat you up and have you collared with a chain outside," Stacey replied uncomfortably, wondering what sort of threats would frighten a dog. A beastman. She was afraid she had blurted out the wrong threat.
"You can try," Greyjo goaded with a smirk, "and then I'll hammer your hole into blissful submission. I'll chain you up and find all my friends to mate with you. We'll keep you as our communal pet to teach you a lesson. You don't belong to any males yet, so you're fair game."
"I'm married," Stacey growled. "My husband would kill you all."
Greyjo snorted a laugh.
"You may be married but he hasn't made you his yet. That means you're still up for the taking. What suits your fancy? Lizards or snakes? I know a snail too," Greyjo mocked. "There's an old bat and duck living nearby if you'd rather. Or maybe you're more of a cat person? I have a good friend who's a tom. He's been looking for a mate this mating season and has very good libido. Almost all the female cats in town are his. I think I'd like to have a taste too. Even if you smell too sick to give birth right now, we can still play with your body until you become completely useless."
Greyjo kept his hand at Stacey's throat while the other slowly undressed her. His claws pricked at Stacey's skin while she shivered under his touch.
The bathroom door opened and the hand at Stacey's throat choked her so that she wouldn't be able to make a sound. Imiliana slipped back in.
"Why haven't you started your shower yet?" she scolded Stacey loudly, although smiling as she watched Greyjo make Stacey flinch and quail beneath his touch. "The water's already hot enough. Hurry up. I want to take Greyjo out later."
Between Greyjo and Imiliana, Stacey was forcibly stripped. She gritted her teeth while they both examined her body and humiliated her. Imiliana pinched Stacey and smirked when Stacey didn't dare to make a sound. A clawed finger teased her, making her flinch and jerk away.
The couple entered the shower cubicle with Stacey squeezed between them. Stacey could feel someone's disgusting hot rod being rubbed against her buttocks, while Imiliana pinched her with a sneer.
"Now that you've done the deed with a beastman," Stacey hissed at Imiliana through her teeth, "don't you have to leave to go live with them?"
"Not if you don't tell anyone," Imiliana tossed her head. "Anyway, there's an area of CC where there are beastmen and humans living together. If worse comes to worse, we can always go there."
"My territory is here, woman," Greyjo growled, shoving Stacey into the corner and pushing Imiliana into Stacey. He forced Imiliana's legs apart and she giggled at him. "I'm not moving away unless there are much better benefits and we can obtain our own territory and resources."
Imiliana leaned into him, giggling even more, while the beastman touched her. Stacey could see Imiliana had already lost her rational mind. She was just agreeing to anything Greyjo said and melting into him. She even dared to say she preferred it when he was in his dog form. Greyjo turned her around. Imiliana braced her hands against the wall on either side of Stacey, bending over while Greyjo took her by the hips.
Stacey shut her eyes. She peeked out to see if there was anyway to escape. Greyjo's hand snuck out to touch and pinch her every now and then, making Stacey want to vomit. At Imiliana's complaints at his distraction, he focussed on pumping her hard. While the two weren't paying attention to her, Stacey edged past them to escape the cubicle.
Stacey could feel the blood all rushing to her head and her entire body flushing with both anger and shame. An anger from the very depths of her being made her shake with the effort of holding it in until she could get help. Rage threatened to cloud her senses but she was determined not to lose her head and get this disgusting couple dealt with as soon as possible.
She felt dirty again and wanted another shower. Just not in this bathroom. Fumbling, Stacey quickly pulled on all her clothes without drying herself and escaped from the bathroom before Imiliana and Greyjo were done.