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"Ah! Stop, my beating heart!"

Perrin's loud announcement as she stepped out of the dressing chamber made Kiku's cheeks heat. It had been merely two hours since her earlier encounter with the Great Dane, and she still felt the mess acutely between her legs, still felt little drips as waddled along. She'd passed out soon after the knot had formed, so she wasn't quite aware of what happened, only that she'd woken up to Perrin running a handkerchief along her bottom and crotch, wiping up the worst of the mess but also smearing it in down to her skin. After what had happened, she'd almost wished he'd treated it more... Sexually. Not that she wanted anything nearing sex from her job here, but... Well. She felt like he was wiping her like one wiped a babe, and his coos or the way he scratched behind the ears over her protests only made things a billion times worse! Especially after he overrode anything she might have to say about the matter, summoned another maid, and the two of them hauled her off to get uniform-dressed. Her fur was matted, her body was sore, and the only reason she hadn't ran out screaming was that she'd actually gone and passed out, and now she wasn't sure if the butler's smile was psychotic or just plain delusional. He didn't seem to think anything was wrong with what had happened, and from the way the tall, shaggy-furred dog girl helped dress her into this uniform so demurely, without comment or even a sniff about her present condition, she wasn't sure anyone else would have seen it wrong either.

It didn't hurt that Perrin had exclaimed about what a bonus she'd get for 'Being a good girl'. If she'd calculated it correctly, her first week's paycheck was going to equal to two months at her old job. More than what she'd earned in the past six months on her own. She'd just get through this day, do enough work that nobody could say she didn't do her duty, and stay so far from Perrin she wouldn't catch a whiff of that psychotic old man. Not that he had a bad smell. It, like most of this place, was mostly just a faint lingering scent of dog. But no, she was going to tough out this week, maybe maybe two, and then she was going to walk right back to her old café and see if they were hiring. No amount of weird, lecherous creeps was as bad as being... Being humped by a dog! A beast! No, she couldn't think of that. Of course, trying not to, and she could feel some of the canine's cum ooze from her slit, likely jostled from the way she bounced on her heals, and with how her fur had plastered over, the oozing trail of semen was quite distinct as it rolled down her leg.

She shivered, and shivered again as Perrin's arms clapped "You alright girl? A little tired? Well, you'd best get used to it around here. Spin around for me! I think it fits, but there might be a piece loose"

She shivered even more at that. She would not get used to it! Not it or him! She would get her first week, get her money, get our of here, and never even look at a dog again. Or a butler. …But she did spin. Arms outstretched, the short and creamy-furred feline stepped and stepped over the first foot, giving a delicate twirl that sent a rush to her already woozy head. The uniform was the common French maid's style, though hardly the 'sexy' sort from popular media. It was actually quite reserved- A long, sleek black dress made from a thick and tightly nit linen treated in a way that gave it a faint luster draped down to her ankles, a white ruffle hem exposing an inner layer of what she thought was silk, the way it glided smoothly over her fur. Small golden buttons- She couldn't tell if they were just colored that way or real gold- Were done up together along her chest, about half of them hidden by a white apron, striped black to hide the stitches and with more ruffles along the bottom hem and protruding along the straps over her shoulders. Plain white bands with porcelain buttons cinched the dress in just below her armpits, leaving her arms bare, save for white cuffs just against her wrist. A hairband had been precured, fitting in neatly behind the ears and not holding her hair back at all, just ornamentation to complete the look of ruffles, these thicker than anywhere else and double layered, and the whole piece was completed by two sets of collars. One a white band to complete the dress, a red ribbon tied in a bow at the gap, and one that made her blush as the canine servant slipped it over her throat- The leather strap was thin, and rest lightly on her slender neck, but it held a brass sleigh bell that could have filled her palm, giving a little ting with every movement she made, so heavy that it dragged the collar up her neck some.

Even with the collar, she was impressed. It looked nice, felt nice- It WAS nice. It was expensive. And they'd made it just for her. Perrin had mentioned she'd be able to keep it, in the event that she left, and she hoped it wouldn't come out of her salary. She didn't think she'd be able to afford it even on those generous wages.

She realized the flaw to the dress as she spun, excitement having lifted her tail and her tail lifting the dress's hem- There was no way her tail could move about freely without compromising her modesty. An ultimately small oversight to be certain- All she'd have to do was keep her tail down- But it would be stifling. Just a week. She could very well afford a tailor to cut out a hole once the dress was fully hers. A good one! She wouldn't want the dress damaged in any way.

"Very good girl. You can stop now. Do sit down if you feel you need it. I wouldn't want you overworking yourself on your very first day." That came because she stumbled on the second twirl- She prided herself on her gracefulness, she was a cat after all, but she had never really... Been worked like that before. She was hardly a virgin... Well, she was hardly not a virgin actually, but she had a boyfriend in her school days! A nice, cuddly mouse. Who might have been a fraction the size of Greyson had been even grown up as he was today.

Perrin's hand clapped her on the shoulder, and she squeaked as her wandering thoughts were all snapped away. He was just guiding to her a seat beside the door though. He might have been angry, about her dealings with the dog, but his words and his actions had been nothing but sweet and gentle after- It had diffused her anger quickly. It was hard to stay angry at a man with such a wide smile. Even if he was quite insane. She wasn't frightened of him, she wasn't! She was perfectly able to leave any time she wanted.

"Now... Now that I'm dressed, do you mind if I use the bathroom? Er... I need to freshen up." Hopefully that would give her an excuse to stay in there long enough for Perrin to find something else to occupy his time. She'd just have to find one of the other maids to explain her duty. And if he stayed or complained or something... Well. Her fur really was a mess.

"Of course dear! Never hesitate to care for yourself in this household. The wishes of our master and his guests are very important, but you are important too. It simply wouldn't do if you weren't always at tip-top shape, no it would not!" The man nodded his head most satisfactorily. He *sounded * satisfied. Wearing a big grin that touched the both corners of each eye. It... Well. The man _was _psychotic. Insane. She shivered as she stepped towards the door, already having to stop herself from lifting that pesky tail!

"Um... Right. Well, uh, where is it?" Kiku paused to glance back at him, then stared forward straight ahead once more. That grin! He'd have people think that she'd just said the most wonderful thing in the world. His voice seemed subdued when he answered, which really just meant he was talking at a normal person's volume and pacing "Just three doors to your right, should be the nearest one. Or if you wish to go up the stairs, it will be the first door on your left. There are many bathrooms here. Never know when you need to go!" He *bowed * to her. The man was a plain freak!

Kika hurried off, deciding on the upstairs bath simply because it was farther away and he mentioned it second. She didn't _think _he was going to come after her, but there was just no telling with the man. She trotted up the stairs two at a time, stumbling to take such large steps with such a little body, but hastened to the directed door, pulled it open, and then immediately shut it again, snapping the twist lock on the knob into place, and even turning it make sure it was locked! ...It was. The feline released a relieved sigh, slumping briefly against the door. It was a nice piece of dark wood, solid and carved with a pattern of a boat of all things. It made her blink, the wood deeply engraved with such intricate detail, from the waves spilling over the edges of a wooden dinghy to gale pulling at the clouds. It took her only a moment to realize it continued along the walls, carving turned to painting, richly detailing a storm that seemed to have suddenly struck a lake, her eyes looking left and seeing waters turn to a sandy beach to the wall that stretched along, a tent and a picnic blanket being buffeted with food, all detailed so finely it could have been a photo at a distance, only up close it was clearly paint and fine mosaic tiles, the latter being used to detail anything stationary, part of the landscape- such as the grains of sand or the trunks of trees, while less static things like leaves of the picnic mess were all done with a brush. To the right, the wall boxed her in, but it continued to the water, showing a lost kite being blown across the sky with swirling stormy clouds, and fish and the debris of a much larger boat sunk beneath the water's surface. The wall gave way abruptly to a gap, the water folding into a sink's basin, which was made from some sort of bluish stone, the faucets made from glass. All in all, it was a wonderous and artful scene, scaled in a way that made her feel like it was looking at real life from the matching distance.

The space above the basin held a mirror, showing the rest of the room in its reversed fashion. The toilet was square, almost directly across the sink, with a ceramic shell shaped and painted to look like a wicker basket, though the seat looked normal. A barrel stood in the corner of the room on the same wall as the door, a curtain sliding along a track from the ceiling, with a faucet head built into the ceiling itself- A standing shower. On the opposite corner was a tub shaped like a massive shell, though the inside had simple gently curving walls, and part of the shell had a 'chip' to it to afford an easier grip getting in or out.

None of it was nearly as pretty as the images on the walls though, and none of it caught her attention quite like the man standing almost directly behind her now, looking her with discerning reddish eyes up and down and with a very amused expression. He was a tall man, though shorter than Perrin, still towering over her with their difference in species. Skin darker than light, but still too pale for her to call him black, with slenderer and sharply handsome features that marked him more eastern. His clothes were a fine whine-red suit shirt made from a shimmering silky fabric that draped neatly to a slender yet very fit chest, matching trousers that hung a little loosely over his leg. There was ample definition to his wrists as well as his feet. His hair was short, loose and straight, just barely touching his ears, dark enough to be called black. He was perhaps the prettiest man Kiku had ever seen, he was immaculate in every way, yet she could call nothing about his physique feminine except maybe the narrowness of his nose.

Clenching her paws over the basin's bowl, Kiku let off a gasp, but she didn't have any time to think or even really react as the man strolled forward without a moments hesitation, one of those arms looping over her chest while the other reached down to grasp her tail. Pulling it upwards while his fingers traced along her lips, his nose burying into the back of her neck to give the fur a little sniff.

"I-i'm so sorry, Sir, I didn't realize anyone was in here..." Kiku's voice came out in a squeak, and she jerked in his grip, still not quite registering what was going on. His arm was solid as a branch, hugging her chest in tightly, his back curving over her shoulders, his body hunkering down slightly to match their difference in height. She just barely finished the words before the three center digits slipped past various parts of her lips and caressed along her teeth. His voice came in a burr of a whisper, each world rolling out with a heavy accent. Mispronouncing and even fumbling over the occasional syllable, but otherwise speaking with a grace that even most natives could never hope to reach even if they spoke perfectly, the mistakes just sounding exotic to Kiku's ears- Even his voice was beautiful. But why did he have to be so close? "I have heard Perrin was acquired a new servant today... I am thrilled that you've came to meet me. You... Are. Very pretty" His teeth nipped into her neck so hard that it plucked at skin, and she gave another squeal! Jerking again, a little hiss rising from her throat.

The man pulled back with a frown, still gripping her, still tracing along her lips- Now pressing to the gums, angling his fingers down in way that made them very difficult to bite. "Little Lass... You are a lass, right?" His fingers pulled along her tail, then crept the backside of it. Inching along with his fingers taking rotating 'steps', squeezing tender digits alongside the edges of her butt- Pressing so hard that he briefly slipped through the muscular ring, and made her shudder and inhale sharply- But quickly pulling back out to follow down her taint and do the same thing with her slit. The man grimacing at the slickness and mess he found there, but delving in so deeply that she could feel his knuckles brush up into her fur. "Yes. Yes, a lass indeed" Kiku inhaled sharply, ready to give him a piece of her mind, but he drew his fingers over her teeth, and before she could think to react, had her tongue pinched roughly between the joints of two fingers and pulled it back and over her teeth, just far enough that she'd neither be able to speak or bite him without risking herself in the process. The barbs that covered the delicate muscle over caught on the print of his skin, scraping supple skin and startling callouses that lined the inner flat of both fingers.

His fingers swirled along her walls as he continued to speak, three of them, rotating in a sweeping fashion that made her convulse, made her matted fur pinch at the way it was tugged. "It seems Perrin has had his dogs with you. A shame I was not here first. But what is a guest but an esteemed beggar? I cannot complain when the scraps are so tantalizing indeed." He was working his way from her neck now, hot breath seeping into her fur and then her hair with every word. She could feel his nose brushing against the outer edge of her ear, watch it in the mirror as he lifted himself all the way to the tip, and then wrapped his lips over. *Only * his lips, at least at first, her ear twitching frantically but he kept hold, a tongue swirling out against the thick membrane, making it crumple as it swirled and pressed in, then sprung back to shape only for him to give it a vigorous nibble. She inhaled sharply, tongue trying to flicker and brushing against one of her tight fangs, making her jaw extend that little wider- Apparently enough room for him to insert his pinky to trace her gums some more. "Forgive my rough treatment, my pretty little kitty lass..." He spoke with the ear still past his lips, voice sending little reverberations down across her hear. "You have very pretty, narrow teeth. I am worried they would find my flesh if I were to slacken my hold."

Kiku shook her head slowly, giving a little whimper under her breath. She wouldn't bite him no matter what he did- That sort of thing was barbaric, she'd never even consider it on a person! Her mother had all-but beaten that into her as a kitten, when she'd bitten the neighbor's dog for scaring her so. It didn't hurt that her jaw was starting to ache, and the feeling of saliva drooling from the edges of her lips was very uncomfortable- This was not a pleasant position for her to be held, no matter how much she shivered.

He seemed to relax with her nod, taking it as earnestly as she felt. The grip on her tongue failing, letting her withdraw the muscle back firmly between her teeth, said teeth starting to close back down before she felt them brush against his fingertips. He was invading her mouth fully now, letting his knuckles drag across the roof of her maw, letting his fingertips trace the edges of her tongue. His touch so delicate as to not trigger any reflexes, at least none that she could focus on with how his fingers were slowly building up a steady pump into her crotch!

She could feel cum drooling out of her, the watery semen of the canine being smeared about as he swirled his fingers around. They were so slender, so gentle yet so vigorous in their probing that it make Kiku's legs quake. Her body didn't know to be excited or upset. *She * didn't know which. She was panting so hard that she very nearly drooled, saliva leaking from the corners of her lips. He pulled his hand out gingerly to wipe at the corners of her muzzle, her head turning to try and look at him without the mirror's reflection, and she saw his hand flicker into his sleeve, fingers pressing back into her lips before she could use them for proper words, and immediately she felt some hard, bitter lump start to dissolve upon her tongue, a powdery substance that quickly released a sugary coating to keep the flavor down. Her body jerked and she squealed- She was *not * one to use drugs, but there was nothing to be done. His fingers just kept on pumping, even as his other hand spread across her face. Keeping her jaw sealed shut, plugging her nose, whispering sweet coos and words not to worry as the pill dissolved away, her mind swimming, clouding, and the lack of air making all thoughts rush out of her head. Her throat felt tight, like the chalky powder was being sucked in with her desperate attempt to breath, or coating over while swallowed down with spit. Her legs beat, and she felt herself being lifted off the ground, his palm cradling her taint while his fingers remained lodged inside. She was being carried, leaning with her chest to the floor, propped on his shoulder, and the last thing she thought she sensed was his foot lifting to turn the knob, before consciousness faded.

Kiku grunted, waking to darkness of a different sort and in a seated position, head still swimming but feeling oddly clear, like she'd had a good night's rest but woke too suddenly to shake off sleep. A little gasp could be heard, sounding close enough that if she could reach out a paw she'd touch the source, but her paws, her arms, were both suspended beside her body. The young maid testing the bonds that held her so tight, shifting in that seated position she was being held. Something was wrapped firmly around her head, blotting out vision and tied off against the back of her neck. Her arms were pulled to either side, permitted to bend at the elbow but only barely so- One silken rope over either wrist kept her from tugging away, tied so tightly that they wouldn't do more than budge- Yet against her uniform's cuffs, she could barely even feel it through her fur. She didn't know where she was, but she thought that her back was pressed into something wooden, and her head resting against a pillow- Or maybe that was a mattress? It was soft and cushioning regardless, her ears swiveling and able to pull back without doing more than brushing the soft fabric.

She knew she wasn't alone both because she could hear the door opening some distance away, and the breathing of a creature almost level with her eyes- Soft panting that she was sure came from a dog. A little clatter like chains brushing over chains made her think of a linked collar on a leash, and the way the pillow- The mattress Compressed to her side while the breathing still kept along her front told her that she was correct. The breathing was coming closer, stopping scarcely an inch away from her face before a fat tongue smacked out over her bottom jaw. The maid shivered, her knees pulling in, tail fluffed as it lashed across the ground beside her, but she couldn't do anything to stop the licking that extended from lips to the tufted bases of her ears. Hissing did nothing to deter, in short order fur and even a whisker or two was plastered down along her short muzzle, and she whined

"Come girl. Surely the kisses from an eager lad are nothing to complain so noisily about?" The soft voice was familiar, the 'Guest' she'd met the night before, coming from the indentation to her left and toned with a slight rattling of the leash.

"I can't see, and something is licking me..." She was proud of how steady her voice was, a little less from the squeak that took her voice as she sensed something moving over the top of her head. Shaggy fur gliding over her nose, over her ears, the gentle caress of fingers brushing against the tips of those as a hand guided the dog to step over her face. The mattress compressed at the back of her, her head leaning into the backs of two heavy paws, and she grunted, inhaling sharply as a fuzzy pouch was mashed right in against her cheek. She could smell the dog's genitals, even if she wasn't quite familiar with the sensation of a sheath, the soft fur rolling and nudging against her face, making her twist this way and that to avoid it, but it was pressed in so tightly that avoiding it was impossible. It was just... There!

"Girl. Being feisty is arousing, but Perrin is very particular about how his maids handle his pets. I won't be letting you up until I've seen you show you know how to treat a lad. All men enjoy a woman's breath upon their... Balls. You should know how to treat them. Press your nose in, and just breath" There was no hostility to his words, no excitement either. He was just... Explaining. Teaching. She tried to strain the bonds and pull her head back, but a hand cupped the top of her head, two fingers caressing the base of one of her ears. Holding her steady, and urging her to press a delicate nose into the dog- She could feel his orbs, thick and heavy, the supple skin and fur dragging over her nostrils, making her shiver with the suppleness as much as the scent.

"I don't..." She mumbled the words as she shivered, but they died as opening her lips allowed one of those orbs to press right into them, cloying her tongue with dog fur and making her splutter. The dog above her shuddered, and she could feel the sheath dragging idly, movement constrained by something, but a wet conical shape slid out over her forehead. Both feline and canine were panting hard

"Shush, kitten. You are a good girl. I know you are. And good girls obey when given a command. And I am commanding you to nuzzle- Just nuzzle- Ever so gently. Like you would when someone is scritching that pretty little chin" The man's voice cooed, and while his head was some distance away, it was like his words caressed her ears, an effect that was only partially ruined by the sensation of something dripping into the left one of them, the dog's shaft pulsing as she quivered. She wanted to protest, but she also wanted to bolt up and run out of there- Being bound as she was left her little choice.

Kiku nuzzled in gingerly, and was reward with some more rubs, this time kneading into the top of her scalp, the grip there changing to an urging rub with some fingertips. They swirled along her scalp as her cheek swirled with the dog's junk, her nose brushing into the little valley between the two orbs, lifting either of them, dragging her nose either side of the, whiskers raking through fur and her face just generally never breaking contact. She could feel the dog's length twitching inside its sheath, seeming to thick even though it didn't grow, stirring with need and excitement. It's scent flooding over her in a very real way- Pre drooled down the side of her face. "Excellent job kitten. Just like that. Keep on nuzzling. Up the length now- And make sure to give a few to give a few kisses and licks. Only your lips now- But bite him like he's a treat"

Kiku didn't really have control of her head. The man was holding her scalp, making her move how he wished. And she had to lick. Who knows what would happen if she didn't? Her lips peeled open and stroked over the canine's balls, wincing over the sensation of fur fulling her mouth, and forcing her tongue to roll out as she grasped them. Her tongue sorting out the hairs, dragging down to the skin, the little barbs that covered the muscle over depositing warm strokes of saliva that saturated through in an instant. The dog's legs trembled, his hips lowering some, and she wasn't pressed into the balls anymore, but the slightly bulbous shape of that fuzzy length, the twin orbs dangling and pressing over her chin, the cleft of her muzzle cradling the sheath, holding it there, nostrils flaring to take in breath her mouth could not, take in that needy, virile scent. Her head kept rolling, and she kissed and tugged along the edges of the sheath, sliding herself so wildly against it that there was scarcely more than a patch of fur that wasn't slickened over with her saliva. The blindfold feeling a little sodden, as the canine's warm liquid continually dribbled across the fabric. "Excellent..." The man almost hissed the words, sounding incredibly pleased

"I don't need to explain this next part for you, do I? You're such a good girl already. Just watch your teeth... Keep out your tongue, so he doesn't accidentally scrape himself on your jaw." Kiku whined, shaking her head, trying to mean for refusal but that slobbering taper was dragging along her lips. The canine's hips bucking, a firm hand wrapping between her and the dog's shaft, guiding that taper through her lips and letting it spill out freely across her tongue. She grunted, and gagged, a cloying liquid splashing over her tastebuds just as that slimy, meaty length surged from the sheath, but pushed her tongue out- She didn't want to hurt this dog, no matter what he was doing to her. It wasn't his fault, he was surely a good boy

That didn't make it any less humiliating as those hips bucked and spasmed into her face, that meaty rod expanding rapidly, and she forced herself to push her jaws apart to keep from biting down. Fur grinding over her nose, only one of the man's fingers keeping it from covering the nostrils and choking her out, the dog's taper spilling into her throat even while slopping out a hot liquid down her neck, her tongue twisting as she gave choked little gags. The dogs grunts were intense- She could feel him shaking above her as his hips humped and pumped, one of his forepaws clenching into the back of her head, the other waving about and she thought gripping at the man's other arm. Keeping the dog from just ramming her face inwards, and she was grateful- She could feel the edges of a hard knot building just half an inch from her nose, occasionally slipping forward with a press, his fingers now holding that back, squeezing it so the length that was pushing down her neck could release its seed freely. The warmth traveling down her chest, she could feel its gushing trickles, spraying again and again straight down to her belly- She had no choice but to swallow every drop.

The maid's head was swimming. It was such an intense sensation- Maybe even more intense than being knotted the day before, though maybe that was just because she wasn't so overwhelmed. It certainly felt more intimate, feeling the pulsing veins, the way the length slid and gagged at her to the point it was hard to take in air, the way the man's wrist bent down to still even now tease at her ears. She wasn't sure how long the dog's humps went on- It felt like hours, her entire body felt hot, she was becoming light-headed however well he worked - But it couldn't have been more than minutes before the thrusts finally slowed away to dull slopping shudders. As she tried to swallow the trickling juices, to breath more evenly past the thick length, she realized with a shock that it was nearly as thick as one of her wrists, sealed inside of her neck so tightly that the bones ached. Panic starting to well up inside of her, and she struggled and jerked franticly, the man grunting softly as he started to hoist the dog away, who groaned and resisted, trying to rock back in whatever inches were lost, but he slowly but surely slid the canine from her throat, the sensation of him leaving making her acutely aware of how tightly she was squeezed over every curve and vein of that monstrous shaft, how her tongue caught and raked along him in a fine, teasing line. How her lips had spread to encircle the dog, letting no more than a few errant drops leak free even as the dog's tip pulled past her teeth, and released a splatter right over her nose that made her sinuses burn with an inhale. Kiku groaned.

"Very good. Very good..." The man cooed, patting over her head, and the dog too- His shaft was apparently hanging through the air, releasing little jets of cum that fell over her bared ankles and uniform dress. "A good servant and a good girl are different things though, and a good servant should require less prompting. I will leave you here as I attend my business. Please do use this time to reflect on proper etiquette. I will not require mastery, but some basic obedience is to be expected."