Author's Note

The Assistant's POV

the Retrieval: 3

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I am opening the door, and the girl is opening her eyes; looking straight at me, and follows me with her eyes as I am entering the room.

“Good, she is looking at you!” Mistress commends me; for a job, well done.

“Yes, Mistress; she is indeed looking at me!” I respond.

“Just close the door, and stand on this side of the wall; while I am relieving her!” Mistress is instructing me.

“Of course, Mistress!” I respond; then I close the door, and stand before the girl.

“I love this part; I always have, and I always will!” I ponder, quietly.

As I am watching the girl, gazing into my eyes; I also see Mistress, as she is performing her job. I can see everything, except for the things directly behind the girl, I am watching.

Mistress was never my place, so I am not overly interested in learning everything; about what she is doing, or how she is doing it. Had I been the Mistress now; I could never have been here, watching her gazing into my eyes. Just as I could not have been the girl, to eat her, or lick her eyeballs either. These are the things, I enjoy performing. Simple as that.

“Here it comes, here it comes!” I mouth, silently; “Mistress is about to pull the plug on her, and then she will climax!” I ponder, in excitement.

Of course; she had trapped the girl in her orgasmic state, in order to farm the love she is pouring out now. Mistress had kept her here, for a full three hours straight.

While it is strictly legal, to keep her for twenty-four hours; it does not mean, that we have to. One full hour, is the expressed minimum; that is meaning-full and enjoyable for her. We do not want to victimize the girl, so we keep her in for three hours.

“If she explicitly asks for a longer stay, when she comes back; I am sure, Mistress will permit her a longer stay!” I ponder; “At least, up to the legal twenty four hours!” I continue.

I have seen the girls Mistress is retrieving; and I have felt the exhaustion, from the girls who stayed longer than the three hours we regularly keep them coming. Can’t say, that I like them to stay; for longer, even if I can have more Love from the girl who I have in here.

While I am watching; mistress is tapping each finger of the girl’s right and left hand in turn, seeing as the fingers slowly reverts to their original form. Just a few minutes later, her hands are looking; exactly as they did, as she entered this room. Maybe she thinks; all this had just been a pleasant dream, after all. Yet, she will be yearning, to come back; for Mistress to grant her this moment again.

There is a green glow from Mistress’ horn, and the almost solid mass holding her hooves to the floor is slowly evaporating, almost as if it had never been there in the first place.

As I am standing before the girl, she maintains a steady gaze into my eyes, helpless, under my influence. She is mine, to do with as I please. I do enjoy this moment, short as it may be.

Mistress is extending her right hand, holding the crop; then draws the smooth side of the crop’s tip all the way from the floor and up to the crotch along her legs. I can clearly see her legs change back into the human form with lightly pinkish skin.

Aside from the make-up, her Mistress had applied onto her face; she is now looking almost perfectly normal. Though I guess the changes to her fingers and the palms of her hands still will stand out. Though I still do think her nails are perfectly adorable and very beautiful, on the girl.

“If she had not complained back then; why should she be complaining now, after she is leaving us again?” I ponder, silently giggling at the picture in my head.

“It is time!” Mistress points out, as she is reaching for the plug still firmly inside the girl’s rump.

“Yes; of course, Mistress!” I nod, in confirmation.

“She can’t deny the changes to her nail, or hands; just as she will not be able to change them back, now!” I ponder.

Mistress is slipping in her fingers around the base of the plug, while it is still embedded deep within the girl; maintaining the firm grip, as she is slowly pulling the plug right out of her. I watch the slow motion, of the hand; as I see the change in the girl’s expression, during the entire time.

First there is a slight change, then she is sliding out of it; just at the instant, of her inevitable climax. A moment later, she is basically collapsing in exhaustion. I am still looking into her eyes, at the very moment; then she is closing her eyes, unconscious.

Once the girl had climaxed; mistress is slipping the tip of her index finger in under the palm, of her right hand. The suction collapses, just as the girl just had; then the hand slowly falls limply towards the floor. Mistress is repeating the process, and the girl slides down to the floor.

“She will be feeling hot, when she wakes up; but we can not leave any undue marks, upon her body!” Mistress points out.

“Yes; of course, Mistress!” I respond.

I turn around; open the door and scurry, out after the gurney kept for the retrieval of the girl. I had left the door open, as I had left the dungeon; but it safes me precious time, knowing there was none around to see.

The next moment, I am back with the requested gurney. I close the door behind myself; before I continue further into the room and up to the girl lying still on the floor. I notice how she is breathing hard and fast. Her heart pounding, frenetically; after the excitement she had endured.

“Good, now let us lift her up onto the gurney; you take her hands, and I take her feet!” Mistress is instructing me.

“Always the precise instructions, leaving out nothing to chance!” I ponder, as I am stepping up to the girl.

“Now!” Mistress puts forth; and we lift the girl up and place her comfortably on the top of the gurney, I had just fetched for her.

“There, now we can safely move her; to the room and permit her the well-deserved rest she will be needing!” Mistress points out.

I am pulling the gurney, with the girl on it; while Mistress is pushing it forwards, after me. This time, Mistress is closing the door, after herself. She is after all, the one left behind; to close the door after us, since I am a few feet before her.

I open the door, to the room where Mistress had intended for the girl to rest. She is also closing the door, once more.

Now I am folding the quilt over, in order for us to be able to slide her over onto the bed. I once more take the front, close to her head; while Mistress is at the foot-end, of the girl. Together, we push her over from the gurney, and onto the bed she had been offered, for this occasion.

Once she is safely on the bed, I fold the quilt back, over her. The bed-linen are her sapphire-blue, naturally. The linen, are made of the same silicon; that is part, of our over-all theme.

While it will be sticking out, for her as a first-timer; but we stick to the theme, of our Hive to the letter. No deviation, permitted. None, what-so-ever. Final. Period.

“There, she is safely in bed; now we can leave her, to recover her strength and wits!” Mistress points out.

“If she does want the plug, and asks for it; what do we do, do we let her have it?” I inquire.

“Yes, of course; but you need to prepare it for her, and make it ready for her to carry!” the Mistress merely responds.

“Yay; more fun, for me!” I exclaim, before I recall the girl sleeping mere inches away from me.

“I believe, you know how to prepare the plug for her!” she puts forth.

“Yes, but of course; Mistress, I will get right to it!” I respond.

Thankfully, the girl did not stir; or in any other way, give a sign of even hearing my excited outburst. Maybe she is still too exhausted, to react; or it is the lingering after-effect, of the treatment Mistress had permitted me to give her. I had indeed enjoyed eating her, just as I know she had been enjoying it.

“Then, get right to it; I need the plug ready, and prepared for her as she wakes up!” Mistress is instructing me.

“Yes, Mistress; of course, I am getting right to it right this instant!” I respond; considerably quieter, this time.

I step out of the room, and return to the room where the girl had been; now I am picking the plug up and take it with me. I had closed the door after me; then opened it as I was about to leave, only to once more, close it after myself as I left the room.

With her plug in hand, I continue to the room at the end of the hall; I open the door and enter, before I am closing the door after myself.

I have a desk by the right wall; where everything I need is lined up, and ready to use. Naturally, I am intent to make this the most special item in her life; so I have to make this carefully, and take the time to make it just right.

First I pick the gift-box, and place the plug-stand in the still empty box; before I am walking over to my desk. Now I am choosing the correct gloves, for the task at hand; considering the chemicals I will be using, when I am treating the plug for her.

Once I had slipped my hands into the gloves, right and left, I can finally get to the important work. This is what will make the gift worth the effort.

“While I could have just dipped the plug into the can; but that would have been an inferior product, and the Mistress would have berated me for the poor care of the materials involved for it!” I ponder; giggling at the laziness involved, in that process.

I have to do this just right; so that I will get a first-rate product, to present before the girl as she is waking up again.

With that, I open the can and pick up the corresponding brush; dip the brush into the clear gel, and finally start to carefully coat the entire plug from tip to the base. I am watching the gel slowly being absorbed by the rubber the plug had been made out of, as the glossy surface is slowly reverting back to a mater state; while I continue to move down from the tip towards the base. I merely give the plug a moment, as I confirm that all of the gel had been absorbed; before I start to coat the plug all over again. Once the surface had been completely saturated, it is momentarily giving of a special glow; whereupon I massage the plug, in order to make the gel cure perfectly and smoothly.

“There, that should excite the girl; when she is finally inserting it, again!” I mumble, to myself as I had just finished working in the gel.

The gel is not bonding the plug to the girl; but it will give her the impression, it had done exactly that. At least, it is the intention; that she will experience it, as if the plug had indeed been bonded to the very flesh of her rump, for as long as it is still inside her anal cavity.

“Something for her, to get used to; when she starts playing with this, again!” I ponder, musing at the delightful effect this will be having upon her.

“Time for the second phase, of the process; to make her easily dilatable, for as long as she keeps the plug inserted!” I ponder; giggling at the image of the girl inserting the plug, and then realizing how easily dilated she will be.

With long-term, repeated use; this may very well stick to her, and the effect could be lingering even unplugged. Of course; this is something, I had learned through experience firsthand. Though I had seen quite a few girls, who had mentioned this effect in the passing.

I always find myself salivating, when I am hearing these girls explaining how they feel. Most of them, had initially been chocked as they realized it; but had later calmed down, and grown to enjoy it. How could I blame them? All considering; how I am partially responsible for placing them in the situation, in the first place. Besides, I have never explained it to any of these girls.

Maybe it is not my place, as the assistant; to explain it to them? I guess: that should be falling upon their respective Mistress, to explain. If someone is to explain it.

I had capped the first can, carefully; before I uncap the second can, of course. I had picked up the corresponding brush, for this gel; before I had started to apply the gel to the base of the plug.

I had applied the gel in a circular motion, from the center and all the way out. Once it is coated, I put the brush away; waiting for the gel to be absorbed, but the material of the plug. Once it had been absorbed, I had started over; continuing to apply a new layer, until the surface is completely saturated.

I cap the can, and put the brush away; before I am carefully massaging the newly coated base of the plug, just as I had just done before. Of course, this is the gel that is aiding her in the process of dilation. It will make it easy, for her to dilate or close; with just a little bit of a physical cue, and she is maintaining the dilation on the desired level. No more, and no less; for as long, as desired.

“If I am lucky, I am at liberty; to demonstrate this, and show her just how exciting it could be!” I ponder, knowing how slim my chances are.

Once the plug is safely, and securely in the box; I place the panties, and the top in the box with her plug. These, are for her to play; so she can enjoy it, and affirm the joy I had given her today.

Since I had prepared the package, for her; it is out of my hands, and hers to do with as she pleases. If she chooses to actually accept it; before she is leaving the Dungeon of our Hive, that is.

Once I am ready, with the package for her; I clean the brushes, and slip the gloves off of my hands and slip them into the can. The material can be washed and reused; for a new pair of gloves, or something else the material is good for. I don’t know, this is not my department, or task, here.

Since the package is ready, I am taking it with me, as I go. I open the door and step out of the room; only to close the door behind me, before I am leaving the room. From there, I am walking back to the room in which she is still sound asleep; open the door and step right in. I place the package on the small table beside her gurney. Finally, I place a small note or card on top of the package or gift for her.

“A small gift, from your Mistress! If you like a token, or memento from you visit; have fun, and enjoy it!” the message reads.

Of course, it is the Mistress; who is responsible, for permitting the gift in the first place. It is on her, all the responsibility is resting. I may have been assisting her, but that is all I had ever done. Not to say, I had not enjoyed it; It is my part, to impart the girl with the pleasure. How could I perform, if I had not been enjoying it?

Of course, she is still sleeping; so I leave her, to rest. I walk over to the door, open and step out; before I close the door and walk over to the room where Mistress is waiting for me. I will be needed, shortly; when Mistress is tending to the next girl. I am looking forwards, to my service; to serve my Mistress, in her duties. I always serve her, to the best of my abilities.