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To be a successful business owner, you needed to establish a solid customer base, and then, work to meet every need that your loyal customers could possibly have.

Serapha knew this as well as anyone, and while she'd come to focus on her own pleasure in the previous years, she didn't just magically start at the top. She had to build her way up through years of meeting the wants and needs of her clients, and in doing so, she accumulated the funds to purchase The Gryphon's Den. The building was just taking up space at the time, but the club was a perfect front for her to deal in less then savory industries, and when the money really started pouring in, she was quick to expand the building upward.

Multiple elevators were installed at the time the upstairs building layout was commissioned; Serapha always thought ahead, and when she had a plan, she didn't act on it recklessly. She made sure that all of her visions were communicated fully and clearly, and if that meant hiring three different contractors to build the higher floors, that was just the cost of her doing business.

She couldn't risk letting any of them know what kind of activities were going on in the building, and typically, having a number of different jobsites running would have required multiple permits, not to mention a shutdown of the business on the ground floor.

"Good evening, Mr. Mayor. How kind of you to grace us with your presence this evening..."

It helped to have a foot in the door with city hall, and early on in her business, Serapha caught the eye of the mayor of Rivenwallow. His attentions were focused purely on her at the beginning, but as she became busy with running a legitimate business, she had to find other ways to keep him satisfied. He had enough dirt on her to bury her entire club, but that came as a double-edged sword; if he ever went public with that information, he'd be incriminating himself, leading to an understanding between the two that was easy enough for both sides to honor.

The mayor, Tom Duncan, was given private access around the back of the building. There were a few different paths coming from the back door, usually used by the employees, but there was another hallway that had access to one of the three elevators that were installed when the building was expanded. This was reserved for only the most important customers, and Mayor Duncan was one of the first people to be granted access to it.

He always came right from work, still pressed up in a tight business suit. His tie was tucked neatly into his suit coat, his dress shirt tucked into his slacks, and the slowly fading tufts of headfur upon his scalp were perfectly combed; the red fox could have gone right back to the office if he really needed to, but his phone was off the moment he was in the elevator, and his attention was turned to Serapha, who kept a schedule book of when he'd be arriving.

Twenty percent of your clients will make up eighty percent of your business, Serapha thought. If he came in here anymore often, he'd be the whole twenty percent, himself.

"Wait a minute...you're not Serapha! You must be one of her new bitches, hm?"

Serapha wasn't always there to greet the mayor when he arrived. She had a business to run, and naturally, she was in her office, watching the security monitors from the comfort of a tall, plush office chair, her legs crossed at the ankle.

She was eager to see how her newest hire, Suzanna, would respond to such a high-profile customer.

"Don't talk much, do you?" he asked. The power dynamic between the two couldn't have been more obvious: He was fresh off of a day of work at city hall, still dressed in his finest outfit, standing tall and arrogant over a naked lapine. Her head was bowed, and her only accessory was a collar that bore the initials of the woman who claimed her, the very same woman who was eagerly watching the entire display from her office. "That's fine...you'd probably ramble on about what a tough day you're having, and I don't have the patience for that right now. You know what I'm here for?"

Knowing she couldn't speak, Suzanna nodded silently and turned, taking slow and delicate steps down the hallway. The long, large pads of her footpaws were able to move quietly despite their weight, and if not for the fact that it was a familiar place to the mayor, he might have been spooked by the experience.

Low, eerie lights made it difficult for one to see where they were going, but it allowed the white swirls in the marble floors to truly stand out, and gave a certain presence to the dark, nearly black hardwood that adorned the walls. Even compared to his own office, the mayor had to admit that the building was decorated with elaborate care, though his favorite sight was still that of Suzanna's backside, popping just enough to catch his attention every time she took a step.

"I wouldn't be lucky enough to have you joining me for the show, would I?" Tom asked, shameless about his words and the way that he treated Serapha's employees. He knew that she was collecting all of the footage that she possibly could, and if any of it was made public, he'd be ruined, but that didn't encourage him to behave...it enforced the opposite standard, and as far as he was concerned, if he was going to be caught, he may as well put on a show while he was doing it. "Oh, right...you can't talk. I guess that means you can't protest, either?"

Suzanna's ears typically stood up in a tall perk, like many of her kind, but when she was in her slave gear, they were kept low and drooped down over her neck.

That didn't stop them from twitching fearfully at the thought of being used by the mayor, and she was heavily grateful to the appearance of the door that the mayor was destined for. She turned the cool, metal knob and opened it for him, before standing obediently at the side, allowing him to enter.

He took a good, long look at her body before he finally passed, and with a snicker, he held out an empty paw to her. "I'd tip you, but it doesn't look like you've got anywhere to put it," he taunted the poor, submissive bun, and her already sensitive ears were burning with a mix of frustration and arousal as she was forced to put up with the arrogant fox.

The arousal was one of knowledge: the door would be left open the entire time, and Suzanna was an open audiophile. Tiny beads of delicate moisture were already gathering at the sight of her bare womanhood as she stood by the door and listened to the sound of the mayor standing before his claim for the evening, and the heavy weight of a wooden paddle being smacked against an open palm.

"So, this is the best Serapha could offer me?" he asked, holding the thick, smooth grip of the paddle in his right paw and stroking the edge of it with his left. "Some common street whore? Did she even get your name before she threw a couple bucks at you?"

Just by the sight of her, one would think that the vixen in the middle of the room had suffered enough. This particular room was often reserved for the punishment of Serapha's slaves, but it was also the favorite room of the mayor, and she was glad to let him use it from time to time, provided that he was able to pay a little bit extra.

All of the frustration of a long and busy day beforehand was put into the force of a swing, and the paddle came down harshly on the bare, exposed backside of the poor vixen, her fur doing nothing to soften the blow upon her flesh.

Hard as the strike was, it was made worse by the fact that she was kneeling over a bondage mount. Her ankles and thighs were locked in to thick, leather pads, and being forced onto all fours wasn't enough; there were stocks on the other end of the device, and her paws and wrists were tugged through, unable to move beyond a brief tense, and then a wiggle as the vixen tried to deal with the stinging pain of being paddled so hard.

Muffled cries couldn't escape a tight, leather hood that covered her from the tips of her ears to the base of her neck, and just to make sure that the poor vixen wouldn't make a sound, a muzzle strap was wrapped around the front of her face, keeping her utterly silent, beyond the already muffled groans of pain that left her.

"That was just a warmup, y'know," the mayor pointed out as he readied the paddle once more. Surprisingly enough, the vixen was clothed with a tight, clinging tank top and a pencil skirt, but the lower garment was already pulled down when Tom entered the room, and from just one strike, he could see a thin, subtle trickle of arousal spilling down from her sex, exposed by the virtue of her position. "But judging by the look of that sweaty, little cunt, you've been warming up without me! That's a very naughty girl!"

_ WHACK! _ Just outside of the door, Suzanna jumped with the force of the blow, and the trapped vixen within was bound so tightly that her ass jiggled with the rippling shockwaves that followed. She could only clench her paws into tight fists and wince under her hood as a third blow was quick to follow, and from the very end of the of paddle, a slim, drooping string of her arousal pulled away.

Mayor Duncan watched the dripping mess with a devious glint in his eyes, and he turned the paddle around, gripping it by the flat and pressing the handle into the base of her lips, just between the tight pucker of her asshole and the birth of her womanhood. "You know, I could just violate you with this all night, if that's what you're really into," he offered, rubbing the rounded end of the handle against her folds. She twitched in immediate response and quivered as he rubbed the end of the handle back and forth over her labia, but was left to whimper as the improvised sex toy was pulled away. "But that wouldn't get me off, and I'm sorry, baby...but I'm much more important than you are. My needs come first."

Being the mayor of a backwater city shouldn't have been enough to vault Tom Duncan's ego to the level that it did, and his proud declaration drew another muffled sound from under the leather mask, but he knew that one all too well: it was laughter, being had at his expense.

"I'm guessing that you don't agree with me," he muttered in reply. "But you're not really in a position to argue, are you?"

His query was met with silence, and without hesitation, the mayor unzipped the front of his dress pants and fumbled his paws through the multiple layers of tucked clothing, fishing around for the warmth of his sheath. The tip of his member was already starting to emerge, and the sight of the vixen before him, quivering with the fear of what was to come next, sent a deep and powerful throb through his length and down to the base of his sack.

A quiet _ pap _ filled the once silent air as the weight of his member fell against her ass, just under the lifted appendage of her tail. "Laughing at me the way that you did, I'm guessing your parents never taught you any manners," he claimed. "If they had, perhaps I would have given you yours first...now, you'll be lucky if you get yours at all."

Arrogant, selfish and powerful, Tom Duncan was the kind of man who was hard to love, and the loss of his wife's affection was completely understandable when he spent most evenings cheating on her at The Gryphon's Den. He'd stumble home some hours later, drunk and feigning an arduous work day, but in truth, he was already gripping the base of his length and pointing the tapered, vulpine tip at the pouted and glistening folds of what he thought was a common whore.

Her body jumped at the first contact, and he toyed with her mind as he held the base of his manhood like a rod and treated the tip like a brush, painting slow, long strokes up and down the crest of her labia. He parted them over and over again, each time dipping the very tip of his cock a little bit deeper into her womanhood, but her passage was left aching with greater need each time that he pulled back.

It wasn't until he was sure that he heard a pathetic, desperate whimper that the mayor finally drove his hips forth; his thrust was relentless, burying over half of his flesh inside of her vaginal passage before he allowed the tight, gripping resistance of her inner walls to slow his advances.

"Just like I thought," Tom grunted, his body slumping over the bonded vixen and finding a new place to rest his paws, as they gripped tightly upon her hips. "Good little girls d-don't squeeze like that...I've fucked enough whores to know w-when you're able to do it on purpose!"

Hubris would surely strike the arrogant mayor down one day, but that evening, he was being given everything he wanted, just the way he liked it. His cock was being completely enveloped by the soaking, comforting muscles of a needy cunt, and the vixen attached to it was still finding ways to arch her back and buck her hips, even with her mobility so heavily restricted.

Something about her was terribly familiar, as if she was made for the mayor to play with, and he couldn't deny picking up something in her scent that made him think of home, but he quickly dashed the thought.

He was more concerned with just how much of his length he could stuff inside of her, drawing closer and closer to hilting her with each pass of his hips. "Feels like you're starting to loosen up, sweetheart. You'd better keep gripping it nice and tight," he ordered, as claws pressed into her flesh and drew a muffled squeak from under the leather hood. "Don't wanna leave a mess for the bunny to clean up, do you?"

Suzanna was already loathing the idea of clearing the room after the mayor was done using it, and he was determined to leave the room as messy as a single act of sex possibly could. His precum was already soaking the inner walls of the vixen that was handpicked for him, and under her tank top, she could feel her heart sinking into the pit of her stomach at the forbidden thought: he was going to finish inside of her, without a condom.

She'd be carrying the mayor's baby, and no one would ever believe her.

"Th...that's the way," the mayor bit down on his lower lip as his paws shifted. Claws raked through soft, smooth fur and dug trails through the weak, thin fabric of the tugged skirt and continued to trail lower and lower, until they wrapped around the vixen's thighs from the inside. Pushing up from his footpaws to plow into the poor girl with everything he had, the mayor proved to be more than a mere evening of work, as his thick, heavy sack and swollen balls slapped down against the vixen's clit with delicious weight. "Keep s-squeezing it, you little slut! Milk that fuckin' cum r-right outta me!"

Brief, subtle clenches and squeezes were replaced with an airtight grip from within, but the mayor continued to pound his hips forward without a care, worried only about achieving his own climax, despite what felt like a protest from his temporary cum sleeve. Her inner muscles turning to a sudden vice was actually the result of an orgasm she wasn't allowed to have, and under the mask, she was grinning at the thought of being able to get off before he was, thanks to the way he simply degraded her.

She was grateful for the compromised position: her knees were utterly weak, and juices were spilling down her inner thighs, even before a flooding rush of cum joined them and soaked her inner walls entirely.

"No protection...taking a stranger's load in your pussy without a second thought...f-fuck...what would your parents think?" Tom continued to berate her, and his paw came down on her ass with a fierce smack as he continued pumping through the ecstasy of his release. His seed was reaching deep, splashing around in the confines of her womb within seconds, and excess was spilling back out onto the bondage horse as his thrusts became errant and aimless. A few quick, short humps were followed by long, deep draws, and when the mayor was finally completely spent, he pulled back just enough to keep the thick, swollen orb of his knot from getting stuck; no common whore was worthy of being tied by him.

White, creamy yield spilled back over Tom's own digits as he kept a grip on his lump and pulled back, allowing her folds to gape and spill over with the mess that he'd left behind. It drooled down over the leather, and without so much as a word of departure, Tom stuffed the messy arrangement back into his pants, yanked them back up, and headed to the door.

"Thanks for the escort, little one. Maybe next time Serapha will let you join in the fun..."

**

By the time Suzanna was back at her post by the door, Serapha was already arriving. Her slave bowed to her as she entered, and immediately, she knelt by the vixen on the bondage horse, and tugged gently on the zipper that was over her muzzle.

"Tammy Duncan...what would your parents say?"

Under the mask, the vixen was giggling, and when her voice was freed, she was quick to explain herself. "Apparently, one of them would call me a whore. I can only imagine what mother would say if she knew."

Tom was none the wiser to the fact that he'd just railed his own daughter, but his cum was still warm in her womb and still dripping down from her parted labia. "I doubt she ever will, sweetheart. Did you enjoy yourself?"

Tammy gulped quietly, but with a moment of clarity, she nodded. "I...I loved it. I loved every fucking second of it...thanks for slipping me those fertility drugs, by the by."

Serapha took it upon herself to get to know her clients on a more personal level, but the inner workings of Tammy's mind were still a mystery to her. "What exactly are you looking to accomplish by letting your father knock you up? You know that it's completely illegal, right?"

"Your club caters to the strangest of needs. I'm sure that mine aren't the weirdest you've ever had to deal with, coming from some of your elite members."

Serapha chuckled. "It's hard to say. I've lost track of some of the things we've been asked to accommodate."

"You do an extremely good job of it, nonetheless," Tammy claimed. "Would you mind releasing me? I think a trip to the showers is in order."

With a nod, Serapha moved down along the bondage horse and released every set of buckles, until the vixen was able to spring upright and remove the mask from her head. Stiff from her bondage, Tammy stretched out and wiggled around until she felt normal on her own two feet, and yanked her skirt up, just barely.

"Thanks again, Serapha."

"Don't mention it."

With no need for an escort, Tammy smiled knowingly at Suzanna and turned down the hallway to the private showers of the hidden wing, and Serapha followed out, standing next to her slave and noticing the quizzical look on her face.

"Speak, Suzanna. I can tell that there's something bothering you."

"Not bothering me, Mistress," she obediently replied. "I just...I just wonder why you allow all of this to happen, honestly. I've seen so much worse than what just transpired, and I'm curious...why?"

Tapping her chin in thought, Serapha answered with a brief shake of the head. "You're not quite there yet, Suzanna. You'll be worthy of the answer some day, but for now, just embrace that we're all animals, at the very core of our being. We all have needs, and I'm not in the business of questioning them...rather, I'm in the business of making them happen."

It wasn't quite the answer Suzanna was looking for, but she took it with a smile as her mistress groped her naked breasts and pushed her up against the wall.

"For now, I've got some needs of my own, and I expect you to fulfill every last one of them...you wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?"

Giggling and smiling at the affectionate squeeze upon her breasts, Suzanna shook her head, and immediately followed Serapha back to her quarters, as her collar was tugged.