Showing Solid Service (Female Version)
Written by TwistedSnakes
Commissioned by Jaune
Jaune thought the dildo was large when it was first presented to her. It felt even bigger once it was only halfway up her tailhole with more to go. By the time it was fully within her, the black-furred vixen was silently whimpering as she endured its generous girth. A pair of latex panties was snapped into place, hilting the shaft within her.
"Mffngg!"
Her cock throbbed within the tight cage that was designed like a snake's head: the signature design of the Silver Serpent. A frilly blouse, dress, and bonnet completed her maid uniform: a fitting uniform for the Royal Tea Farm.
"Golden peach tea, table seven," the kitchen staff placed a silver tray onto the counter.
Upon the tray was a teapot, teacup, and saucer; all similarly crafted with gold trims in the white porcelain. More expensive still was the amber liquid within the teapot. The menu behind the counter revealed that the order alone cost three thousand dollars. It was brewed with tea leaves handpicked from the wild honey tea bush, then infused with golden peaches handpicked from the peach trees that grow alongside them. Those only grew on the treacherous cliffs of the Krowar mountains, putting them among the rarest teas in the world.
Jaune nodded and picked up the tray. The Silver Serpent was like a second home to the wealthy patrons living a life of luxury. Their days were spent gambling at the casino tables, and their nights were spent being serviced by the bondage slaves that the casino offered.
As she walked, the plug nudged against her sensitive insides, stimulating her member as it pressed against the cold, unyielding walls of the cage. Serving at the Royal Tea Farm café was a full-time commitment, and the cage was not coming off for another two more weeks.
Gah!
She just needed to cum. What she wouldn't do for just one night of freedom, perhaps with a dominant partner to snuggle against. To stroke her chest, her thighs, her needy cock, before penetrating her rump with unbridled zeal.
BZZT!
The sound of crashing porcelain filled the air. The result of her distraction was amber tea staining the silver carpet, porcelain shattered on the floor, and one furious customer.
"I'm so sorry, sir!" Jaune knelt to the ground, taking the towel from her forearm and trying to absorb the tea from the tiger's drenched cashmere pants. The feline leapt to his feet.
"I wish to see the manager," the tiger growled in a calm yet threatening way.
"Of course, sir," Jaune bowed again.
Two maids rushed over with a towel and a change of clothes, trying to appease the tiger's anger as they led him away to the nearby washrooms. Jaune stood up awkwardly, using a tablecloth to stop the dropping of the spilt tea. The vibrator in her rump started teasing her again; another customer was calling for service.
The Royal Tea farm didn't use digital call buttons or service bells to ask for their waiters. Instead, a buttplug served the purpose just as well, if not better. With just a push of a button, customers could call a butler as many times as they wanted without annoying other customers with a shrill bell. Beneath her breath, Jaune cursed whoever came up with the idea: it was effective but oh so devious.
Trying to salvage the stained fine carpet, she clenched her tailhole and ignored the buzzing. Someone else could deal with that customer. Sure, she might get chewed up by her boss later, but she was already in serious trouble anyway.
Jaune sighed.
"So what do you have to say for yourself?" Yen reclined in his chair behind his huge blackstone table with furrowed brows.
"I have no excuses sir," Jaune bowed, standing a metre away from the desk, "It was my mistake."
"First you spill the tea, then you ignore subsequent customer calls," the labrador retriever huffed. "And yes I saw you blatantly ignoring the next customer call after that too," he added as Jaune opened her mouth to speak.
A heavy silence hung in the air. Jaune remained quiet, keeping her head bowed while she waited for Yen to decide on the next course of action. The canine was massaging his temples with one hand, closing his eyes deep in thought.
A long minute passed. Finally, Yen sighed and opened his eyes again. Opening an intricately-carved wooden box on his desk, he picked a small sachet of fine tea. A teapot of warm water sat on the table. He lifted its lid and emptied the sachet's contents into it before swirling the teapot to mix the leaves. "This is your fourth fuck-up this month now," the canine said.
Jaune continued her silence. That wasn't a question, but a statement.
"Tell me, Jaune, do you really want to serve?"
"Yes, of course. That's why I signed up to be a waiter-"
"Okay," the canine interrupted, "You see the thing is, here at the RTF, we give the customer only the best of experiences. They pay good money for only the finest service."
Jaune nodded.
"And thus, it must only be enjoyed in the most excellent of environments. A silly café by the roadside won't do the tea justice. That's where we come in. Do you understand Jaune? Perfect is not. Good. Enough." Yen emphasized the last three words with force.
"You're obviously not competent enough to serve the tea we present to our customers," Yen continued, "Tell me, Jaune, do you really want to serve?"
"Yes, sir," came the meek reply.
"Very well," Yen said stoically. With an open palm, he gestured towards the pot. The tea had steeped, turning the water a deep reddish-yellow. Jaune complied with the silent command, stepping forward to pour the tea into the two porcelain cups on the desk. Each one was trimmed with gold lines along its rim and handle, seated neatly in the middle of a matching saucer. The vixen filled the cups with tea and stepped back.
Yen picked up a cup and saucer with his hands. "Drink," he ordered, and Jaune did as she was told. The tea was rich, spreading across her tongue and washing over her mind. She pulled the cup away from her lips, trying to focus her wavy vision. Yen had put his cup down; not a drop of his tea was touched.
Oh no...
The cup and saucer fell from Jaune's hands to the ground, spilling tea everywhere. The vixen's limp body followed, unconscious and vulnerable.
Jaune awoke to the bright lights of a sterile laboratory. White panels formed its four walls, one of which had a doorway and a glass panel, both of which led into a similar room. To her surprise, she was standing atop a circular plinth, still wearing her maid's dress.
She should've fallen over in her sleep, but for some reason, she was completely unable to move. Her chest was puffed forward and her back was straight. Her right hand held a silver tray with teaware positioned nicely on it. Her head was locked in place and forced to look straight ahead.
Her eyes fell upon a jolteon who was walking out of the room.
"Mfft!" she tried to call out, only to realise her lips had been glued shut.
Her eyes widened in shock as the jolteon turned around.
"Hey, you're awake," the jolteon turned around and grinned.
"Mfrtt ehff ngg?" the vixen managed.
"Rai, at your service. How can I help you?"
"Hfft!"
"Yes," the jolteon sighed. "You're still in the Silver Serpent."
Jaune groaned. It wasn't the question she was asking, but it was as she feared: she was in the processing labs of the Silver Serpent. She had never seen it before, but she had heard stories of gamblers who bit off more than they can chew. To pay off their debts, they were dragged. kicking and screaming, into the restricted areas of the Silver Serpent. A trip to the white rooms, and out comes a black, latex drone.
"Brainwashed to be no more than sex slaves," her colleague had whispered in her ear. "All rumour, of course, but it's enough to send shivers down your spine, doesn't it? What the Silver Serpent is willing to do to people."
Jaune was about to find out.
"Gnfrtt!"
"Well, your boss said you were underperforming in your current role, so he has ordered a different...position."
"Nfghght!"
"You'll see soon enough, I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise for you. But rest assured, I put in a lot of effort to prepare you for this."
Rai grinned. He stroked the silky blouse that Jaune wore, and the vixen could feel a metal rod press against her skin.
"A metal frame to hold you in place," Rai explained. "Spent almost the entire day working on this. It's like a full-body cage, but it's invisible beneath your fur."
The jolteon slid a finger up the vixen's neck, allowing Jaune to feel the metal frame that held her neck and jaw in place.
"Well, I should finish this up."
Rai left through the doorway, which materialised into a solid panel. Jaune could see the jolteon through the glass panel as he made his way to a control panel.
"Let's make your processing a bit more fun, shall we?" the jolteon's voice filled the room through hidden speakers.
The jolteon tapped on the control panel and a buzzing started in Jaune's rump. The vixen winced and instinctively tried to expel the plug, but the latex panties only forced it back into her, where it grinded against her prostate again.
Fuck...
Her cock throbbed in its metal encasement, pressed firmly against her crotch by the latex, forming a sizable bulge within her panties. She was concerned about her fate, but the incessant stimulation was making it hard to focus.
So hard...
A glass cylinder descended over her, enclosing her in from all sides. What was Rai doing to her? The dildo was pulsing against her innermost recesses, massaging her insides. D-dammit, why did they have to make it so huge.
A mist began filling the glass chamber from the ceiling. The liquid particles clung to her fur, gradually coating her with the clear fluids. Jaune trembled. Her legs felt like buckling beneath her from the surges of quivering euphoria from inside, but the metal frame supported her.
She needed to focus. Find a way out. Beg for it, if she needed to.
"Mfft!" she whined frantically.
Her eyes darted around the laboratory, trying to signal to Rai for help. The jolteon, however, ignored her silent pleas. Jaune's dress was slowly soaking up the liquid too, and some of it seeped onto her fur. A stiffness began to settle over her body where the liquid had come in contact with her skin.
What was the liquid doing to her? And--nfft fuck!
Her face was soon stuck in a neutral position; even her cheeks felt like it was made of solid resin.
Resin?!
"Mnfft!" she screamed.
She didn't want to be a resin statue!
Her eyes could no longer move as it stuck looking straight ahead. Her body quivered, encased within the solidifying dress. The latex trunks hugged her crotch tightly, keeping the dildo in her stretched and sore tailhole, and the chastity cage in its smooth latex bulge.
The liquid resin seeped through the cloth, gradually drenching her covered fur with even more of the hardening fluid. Her maid uniform would be permanently bonded with her. The latex trunks would be an eternal prison keeping her privates perpetually on edge.
Fuck, she was getting distracted again. She needed to focus. Just...need a way out of this. Somehow. But--nffghh...stop...
Her cock throbbed within the metallic snake of a chastity device. The resin was dripping down her shaft too, threatening to make it hard in more ways than one.
Fuck...please...no...
She just wanted to serve as a maid...was that so hard?
Then again, she had messed up the orders a few times and spilt tea when the tea tray should've been spotless.
But surely it didn't warrant such drastic behaviour, did it?
She shivered. The resin was cold.
Please!
Now she was stuck in her pose as a maid, forever ready to serve a tray of tea.
She didn't deserve this. Did she?
Her dick fully covered by the hardening resin, permanently fusing it to the walls of the steel cage. Her tailhole was sealed around the dildo, making it impossible to expel. She clenched her insides, feeling the vibrations wash through her body.
"Mnfgg..." her whimpers were soft and pitiful.
She had wanted to serve, didn't she?
And now she would be serving in her pose for good.
A pretty vixen maid statue stood in the entrance of the Royal Tea Farm. She held a silver tray with exquisite teaware in her right hand, as if ready to serve the café's customers its finest tea.
New customers admired the new statue, taking photos with her before they entered the café. She was the perfect representation of the Royal Tea Farm: smartly dressed, a perfect posture, and ready to serve her customers their every request.
Just like all good maids should be.
~ End ~