A Change in Circumstances

Elise's life was over. Sat on a bed that wasn't hers in a room she didn't recognize, the young maid was forced to acknowledge that plain and simple truth. Looking around, Elise shivers… but stays put. She knows better than to try and raise a fuss by leaving this room. Whoever brought her here was undoubtedly the same person or persons who killed the governor.

Why she was still alive herself, Elise could only guess at. There were several reasons that a pretty young thing like her would be taken prisoner and stuffed in an out of the way bedroom, after all. Elise… Elise was ready, or at least thought she was prepared for it, if that did turn out to be the case. But then, she'd thought she was ready to work and live in the Planetary Governor's Palace as well, now, hadn't she?

Hailing from a small town as an only child, being selected to work in the Palace had been the greatest honor of not just Elise's life, but her whole village. Of course, that was because no one back in her hometown knew the truth about the Capital and the Governor's Palace. No one understood the depths of the nobles' depravity and the lengths they would go to in order to have their fun.

Things had been… explained to Elise on her very first day in the governor's service. Rule Number One, if a noble stops you, it doesn't matter what you're in the middle of. You are to do as they say and let them do whatever they want to you for however long they like. Being one of the governor's maid offered a certain level of protection against some of the darker impulses that nobles had, but not all of them. And even then, if they truly wanted to do terrible, permanent things to you, they merely had to pay the governor a nominal fee.

Elise knew this because she'd watched it happen, she'd seen some of the maids who'd joined the Palace Staff on the same day as her, catch the eye of a particularly unsavory noble and be gone the next day, never to be seen again. Some of them even wanted it, thinking that they could perhaps seduce a noble into falling in love with them and be set for life as the noble's mistress or even if they were really lucky, his wife.

She knew better though… or rather, Delton had taught her better. That very first day Elise had begun working in the Palace, she'd met Delton in the kitchens. The serving boy had a really nice smile, and before she knew it, she'd been letting him chat her up. They'd talked and Delton had taught her a lot about keeping her head down and avoiding the notice of the nobles that regularly visited the Palace on business with the Planetary Governor.

He was the one who had told her all about what the nobles liked to do with pretty young things like her. She hadn't wanted to believe him at first, but it wasn't long before she got groped by a passing man in the hall, nor very long before she was told to kneel and had her first cock slapped down atop her face. Fellatio was not fun, especially when the partner had no desire to reciprocate and tended to be unwashed. Worst of all, Elise knew the nobles did it on purpose, given they had more than enough wealth to have access to the best baths and soaps money could buy.

Still, she'd managed to keep her head down enough that beyond the occasional blowjob and groping, she kept her chastity. She… she knew it was a foolish thought, but Elise had wanted to give her virginity to Delton. They hadn't done more than hold hands a couple of times, sure, but Elise was sure he felt the same way for her as she did for him.

She'd almost been ready too, truly she had been. She was going to make it special, going to plan it out, the gifting of her virginity to the boy she loved. Unfortunately, before she could work up the courage to take the final step, the Head Maid had caught her masturbating in her bed with Delton's name on her lips. It had been mortifying, having that severe woman staring at her in judgment. But Elise had tricked herself into thinking that would be all it was, a mortifying and embarrassing experience.

Two days later, the Head Maid had come for her as evening arrived and ordered her to follow. The older woman, though no less beautiful for it, had escorted Elise to the governor's office study and after letting her inside, had left her there with… with him. The Planetary Governor had been kind and jovial at first, luring Elise into a false sense of security. And then, once her guard was down, he'd struck.

She wasn't a virgin anymore. Not after he'd raped her against his desk, making her beg for it, making her… e-enjoy it. Flushing, Elise has to concentrate to avoid the urge to touch herself. Memories of her assault shouldn't be so… so AROUSING, and yet they are, f-fuck they are.

In the end, it didn't matter. She couldn't give her virginity to Delton anymore, but she wasn't ever going to see Delton again anyways. As previously mentioned, her life was over. The Planetary Governor's body had no doubt been discovered by now, and with her being the last one seen alive with him, she would be the Number One Suspect. Or, failing that, lumped in as an accomplice to whoever the real killers were.

She just didn't understand what it all meant. Why her? Why the governor? Who… who would want to kill the man? No matter how detestable he was, didn't the nobles avoid killing? Didn't they prefer blackmail and extracting favors and all that above all else? That… that was what Delton had told her anyways.

Her thought process abruptly cuts off as the door to her room opens up and a figure slips inside. Elise stiffens up… and then blinks as she regards the blank faced young boy staring back at her silently. With dark-silver hair and dull red eyes, he was… he was adorable. There was no denying it, his features were soft and young and made to spark affection in anyone who saw him.

Elise can feel herself letting her guard down in the face of such… such concentrated cuteness. But luckily, his attire is not quite so cute. The all-black ensemble he's wearing is very clearly made for infiltration, and while he looks a little ridiculous in it, it's a good reminder for the young maid that not all is as it seems.

"H-Hello?"

"Hello."

His voice is quiet and young, just like the rest of him. He steps further into the room, and Elise doesn't know whether to freeze up or scramble away. Luckily, he doesn't go so far as to climb onto the bed, merely standing at the bottom of it as he stares at her in silence.

"Who… who are you? What is this place?"

Cocking his head to the side in a slightly odd manner, the boy pauses for a moment and then responds.

"I am Subject Seven. This is the Mistress' compound."

That both does and doesn't tell her much. This is not a normal boy, but then Elise had already begun to guess at that. Swallowing nervously, she looks around the room she woke up in again. It… looks nice? She feels a little exposed, in just her underwear, but given she was the one to take the maid uniform off herself when she'd first woken up, she's not going to complain.

Those first few minutes after coming back to consciousness had been frenzied for the young maid. She'd practically torn her uniform off, mostly because she was sure it was covered in her master's blood. A good long look at it had proven this to not be the case and thinking back she recalls seeing smoke wafting off of the burnt slit in the governor's forehead before she'd tried to run.

So, of course, there's no blood. But that didn't make her feel any less unclean, and so she still hadn't put the maid uniform back on. Now, sat on the bed while this strange boy stood there staring at her, she didn't regret it. He wasn't looking at her with the sort of hunger she'd come to expect from men. If anything, there was a curiosity, like she was a particularly interesting specimen of sorts, behind those blank red eyes of his.

"I-I see. What… what's going to happen to me now? Why did you bring me here?"

"I was under orders from my Mistress to deal with any witnesses. I brought you here so that you would not alert the guards to the target's death too soon. Now that you are here, you will do as you were doing before. Your work as a maid will continue, starting tomorrow."

"I… I see…"

And she did. As crazy as it might have seemed, this was just the way the universe worked, wasn't it? The strong took from the weak, the powerful tread all over the powerless. She was small and weak and helpless and could do nothing but obey.

"Is this not your function? Are you not happy that you will be able to continue fulfilling your purpose?"

'Subject Seven', as he'd named himself, blinks owlishly as he continues to stare at her like she's a puzzle for him to solve. Opening her mouth, Elise thinks better of her initial response and closes it for a moment before formulating an answer that she hopes will… satisfy the strange boy.

"I a-am, don't get me wrong. It's just… things have changed so suddenly. It'll take time for me to adjust."

She must have said something right, because the boy nods his head as if this makes sense. Feeling almost resigned to her situation, privately acknowledging to herself that this set of circumstances is probably the best she could hope for, Elise can't help but be a little curious about the boy and HIS circumstances all the same. She was living on borrowed time anyways now, so what was the harm in asking, right?

Plastering a smile on her face, the crimson-haired maid pats the bed next to her invitingly.

"If it's alright, would you come and sit with me? I'd be curious to learn about you and who you are… you know, beyond 'Subject Seven'."

She giggles a little, even as he hesitates, looking… unsure for a moment. But finally, he nods again and walks over, hopping up onto the bed and sitting next to her. He's just so small and child-like, it's hard to imagine this is the same assassin as the one who killed her master so easily. But he is, isn't it? It was in what he'd said. He'd said he retrieved her for his Mistress to keep her from alerting anyone to her master's death too early.

Which meant he was in the Planetary Governor's office when the man died. Which meant he was likely the one who'd done the killing, and then also the one who'd knocked her out. Unless it was a team of course, but that still meant he was more than he seemed.

"I am nothing more than a tool for my Mistress. I am an instrument for her will."

Scrunching her nose and furrowing her brow, Elise blinks at him.

"Truly? Surely… surely you have hobbies. Things you enjoy doing when you're not working, perhaps?"

Shaking his head, Subject Seven looks at her unblinkingly.

"No. You misunderstand my existence. I was not born; I was created by my Mistress. She grew me, just as she grew my predecessors. I was the first and last success. Once she had me, she did not have need for any others. Likewise, I have no need for anything besides her and her instruction. My Mistress' needs are my needs. Her desires are my desires. I am not like you; I am merely an instrument for my Mistress' will."

It's a lot to take in. Elise works her way through everything that he's told her. By the end of it, she's come to a simple conclusion… his existence sounds unbearably sad. But it might not be smart to tell HIM that, especially when he seemed content with it. Still, there's something she's undeniably hung up on.

"And… you truly have no name? No moniker to go by, save for 'Subject Seven'?"

Cocking his head to the side for a moment, he shakes his head resolutely.

"No."

"That's… that's not right. Setting aside all the rest, everyone deserves a name. I don't think I could call you Subject Seven and have it feel right. M-Maybe just Seven? My name is Elise, I guess I didn't tell you that yet. It's a pleasure to properly meet you, Seven."

He shrugs noncommittally, seemingly uncaring of what she calls him. Despite herself, Elise leans in, placing a hand on his leg. She means to comfort him, even though her inner thoughts have been plagued with how dangerous he must be. She doesn't mean anything more by it… really, she doesn't. But then she feels it, something thick and long and… and hot through the inside of his pant leg.

Slowly, Elise's gray eyes slide down to his lower half, to his crotch. She swallows thickly as she realizes she's… she's caressing his cock through his pants. Her tongue darts out and licks at her lips, when she realizes just how well endowed, he is, to need to tuck his soft prick down one of his pant legs like this.

There's a lot Elise wants to ask, a lot she still needs to know, especially about her new duties as a maid of this place, wherever it is. But instead of all of that, the red head finds herself leaning forward, drawn inexorably to Seven's crotch… and before she knows what she's doing, she's worked open his pants and withdrawn his member, sliding it into her mouth.

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Is the Subject surprised by the maid's general sluttiness? Given what he witnessed back in the target's office study, not in the slightest. He watches, unblinking, as she swallows his hardening cock halfway to the root. His member grows under her ministrations, reaching fully erect in minutes as she gargles her way down his shaft, swirling her tongue up and down his length with a frenzied sort of lust.

Then, she pops her mouth off of his dick and blushes, having the good grace to at least look ashamed and embarrassed of her actions… but not enough to stop. She pushes him onto his back and climbs atop him, and while the Subject could stop her, while he could easily overpower and disable her… he does not, even as she takes his big fat cock in both hands and feeds it into her gushing wet snatch.

"Oh my fucking g-god! Shoooo gooood~"

Her delirious arousal is not her fault, as the Subject is well aware. She's a young woman who's just experienced sex for the first time. Partially broken in by the man he killed, she was always going to… snap like this, for lack of a better word. In her current state, she would leap at the first cock she saw, and go to town on it.

This, the Subject assumed, was why his Mistress had ordered him to look after the girl… Elise, as she'd named herself. She would need special care for the next little while, lest she begin to spiral and try and commit suicide. Special care that only Subject Seven was actually equipped to provide onsite.

"Your c-cock! It's so HUGE Seven! Fuck me with it! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

Grunting, the Subject reaches up and grabs hold of Elise's hips, beginning to move his hips upwards in a mechanical motion as he does as he's told. Fucking her from below is easy enough, especially with his genetic enhancements. He's faster, stronger, and tougher than he looks by a significant margin. His looks, as well, are by design, allowing him to more easily infiltrate the sort of places his Mistress required him to infiltrate.

Regardless, his cock slams up into Elise, pounding into the young red head's womb from below as she gurgles and loses herself in the act. Eyes rolling back in her head, tongue lolling out of her mouth, Elise practically loses her mind atop his cock. But at the same time, it's exactly what she needs. Without this, she would likely go insane and seek bodily harm.

"This is exactly what I needed! I needed your big fat cock! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love it! I love your massive meat stick, stirring up my insides! Give it to me more! Use me as your own personal onahole maid, Masteeeerrrr!!!"

Is she imagining her former master in his place? Or has her mind simply redesignated him as her new master in this intimate moment? The Subject is a little curious, just as she's been curious about her since he entered the room. But in the end, it doesn't matter. He continues to mechanically ram his hips upwards into her from below, giving the young maid exactly what she needs.

This isn't the first girl he's done this with, as ordered by his Mistress. They usually come out the other side alright, though the Subject has seen some grisly things. But then, he's committed some grisly acts in the name of his Mistress' goals. Of course, he has not failed to notice how his Mistress keeps him at arm's length, only ever performing oral sex on him. He has never been inside of her as he's inside Elise now. But perhaps that's for the best. Certainly, his Mistress thinks so and her word is law.

With a grunt as Elise continues to giggle and drool and shriek his praises at the top of her lungs, the Subject rams up into her clenching, squeezing, orgasming cunt one last time from below before unloading inside of her. Filling her with his ejaculation, the Subject leans into the last upward thrust before letting himself fall back to the bed.

He watches then, as Elise slowly blinks, her eyes rolling forward in her head again, her tongue pulling back into her mouth. The red head shivers as she seems to realize what she's done, and her face turns nearly the same color as her hair as she hurriedly climbs off of him and scrambles away.

"S-Sorry… I'm so sorry, Seven! I d-don't know what came over me. I just… I pinned you down and had my way with you! I'm sorry, please f-forgive me!"

Sitting up, the Subject just stares at her for a moment.

"It is no matter. This is why my Mistress assigned me to look after you. You have needs now that must be met. For now, sleep well. I will retrieve you tomorrow to show you to your duties."

Blinking in shock, seemingly at his unruffled and uncaring attitude, Elise shivers and bites her lower lip.

"… A-Alright, I suppose."

Tucking himself away and fixing his pants, the Subject hops off of the bed and heads for the door. There's nothing more that needs to be said, as far as he's concerned. Though… he does not mind this young woman that he brought back from his last mission. Elise is… tolerable, at least.

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