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There was something so wrong about walking through the front doors of her workplace in a sleek green dress. Rather than the red vest and tan slacks of her dealer uniform, Kat could walk around the lower levels of the House of Chance in style, as if she could afford to waste hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars at its very tables. The smilodon grinned, watching the waitstaff parade around, the dealers deal, and the security guards keeping a watchful eye for any cheaters in the crowd.

She didn't miss it. The smilodon had made a few friends in her time on the floor, but the stress of taking money from gamblers had eaten away at her. Not to mention how often her own ass had been grabbed. Lecherous fucks. But now she didn't need to care. Part of her welcomed it, egging any fool crazy enough to touch her, only to smile when a security guard grabbed them and tossed them outside.

Cause no one touched Mr. Buck's girl. No one but the ram himself.

"Evening, Kat." Bruno nodded his head, keeping the neutral visage that he and every other member of security mastered on the floor. The rhino's suit barely contained his muscles, puffing him out for the world to see. Easy to notice when the elevator he guarded had a few stairs to reach, for elevation. "Mr. Buck's waiting for you in his private quarters."

"I'll just be a minute," Kat said, slipping past the rhino. Bruno stepped between her and the bar. She frowned, "Bruno, I just want to get a drink."

"You know he doesn't like to wait."

"I know," She smiled, debating whether to boop the rhino's horn, "That's what makes it fun. To get a little tease out of him."

Bruno didn't share the sentiment, "You know he pays me to keep a tight ship."

"Bruno, how long have you known me?" She asked. The rhino kept silent, but she could see the cracks in his face, "Five years. Five years you've seen me run ragged in this place. Hell, you ran ragged with me. Now we're both in better positions-"

"I'm in a better position." He corrected, "You're just fucking the boss."

If he only knew how deep that position went. "I've gotten a job here too, Bruno. Now I just want to have a little fun with my power. And don't look at me like you don't feel the same." She leaned in, fingers tracing over his hidden biceps, "There anyone in here that's been pissing you off? A loudmouth who's just shy of breaking any rules? I could always lay a little honey down, for your sting."

Rolling his eyes, the rhino sighed and tilted his head to the bar. "Coyote, red tie." She followed the description, finding a slick dressed golden coyote sipping a martini and flipping a purple poker chip between his fingers. She grinned and patted the rhino's chest, a silent deal signed.

A little chaos before meeting with her master.

***

There was quite the fuss when Kat made her way to the elevator. The smilodon let a small smile escape her lips, hidden by a sip from her martini as she watched the coyote dragged out. He kicked and screamed, as though he'd done nothing wrong.

A visit to a back alley would teach him otherwise.

And did Kat feel any guilt? None in the slightest. She'd dealt with perverts enough that the power her position granted was all the more enthralling. Speaking of power, the smilodon pulled her phone from the tiny eight thousand dollar hand purse she had hung around her shoulder. Ten minutes overdue, perfect.

Swiping her special access card over the elevator's panel, she stared out into the city below as she rose. A jewel in the desert, an oasis of sin and debauchery. Her hometown, with darker, seedier seeds than even she once knew. The elevator stopped, opening its doors to the top floor penthouse. Before she met her master, Kat had assumed elevator entrances to homes were just a joke, something one saw in movies.

Walking through one hammered home the power it held.

Past the circular rotunda came an open room of extravagance. Soft classical music filled the air, expensive green and blue rugs lined the floor, and a large leather L-shaped couch covered the space. Set so that anyone sitting could enjoy the view of a large flatscreen, the exact number of inches Kat did not know, or look outside to the balcony.

A rugged and handsome ram sat on the couch, his legs spread and body covered in a loose purple silk bathrobe. His grayed fur and hair hid the energy locked in the muscles underneath, exposed by the window to his chest. If he heard her come in, and she knew he did, he made no impression of it. Her master simply sipped from his own glass of what she had to assume was bourbon.

Wordlessly she circled around to his front and fell to her knees, after placing her martini on the nearby counter. Back straight, chest puffed, and head down, the smilodon cleared her mind and watched her master's foot and pegleg, waiting for him to finish his drink. After what felt like ages, his hand slipped underneath her chin and pulled her in. No tongue slipped when their lips touched, but she felt his possessive hold throughout the embrace.

"You're late," He said. Kat peeked a smile from her position.

"I know." She smiled back.

"Any reason why?"

"To make you wait."

He chuckled softly, "Gutsy. I should tan your backside red for that." He set his glass down, leaving both hands free to grip her head. The rough strength he carried came gently, a reminder that he didn't need physical power to take what was his. Not when she gave it willingly. "But it did give me time to think. Little ideas to blossom on what we'd do tonight."

"Oh?" She purred, "And what did you come up with, Master?"

Leaning back, the ram patted his open lap and said, "Here, now." Holding back her smile, Kat climbed up her handsome master's lap. His hand fell quickly against her bottom, grabbing her dress while the other wrung around her neck and pulled the smilodon up. "You've been a bad girl," He whispered, "Letting people touch you without my permission. I can't just have my security throw out every guest."

There was no anger in his words. Control, dominance, but a subtle joy that had Kat biting her lips. "I can't help it, master," She whispered back, "It's just such a rush."

"Is it now?" He pulled her dress up and dragged a finger from the underside of her underwear, feeling wet resistance under her cunt. With a hum, he added, "Yes, I see. Never thought you'd be one to love power."

"That's not my rush. Not fully, Master." She snuck a look of surprise from his face, followed by a coy smile. The ram's fingers kneaded her ass, gropping and pulling with a soft growl under his breath.

Then came the slap. She heard it before the pain registered. A heavy crack in the air, followed by a sharp and blistering sting of his open hand against her backside. Each strike came heavy, with a small window to breath through between each as he clamped down on impact. "Such a naughty girl," He cooed, taking his sweet time with both cheeks. "Aren't you?"

"Yes!" She cried out, tears slowly drenching her cheek fur and running her makeup. "Yes, I'm a naughty girl, master."

"A bad girl, one might say." Another slap.

"A very bad girl!" She struggled with the next, his strong arms held her reflexes down.

He laughed, pulling her by her hair to his lips for another kiss. Her ass pulsed in pain, but the sensual taste of his tongue pushed the pain from her mind. "Strip." He ordered, "Make it a show." Crawling off his lap, the smilodon slowly slipped out of her green dress. She smiled with confidence at his surprise. It should have been obvious she was without a bra this evening.

With a pillow kicked over for her knees, she rested before him in position. His finger pushed past her lips, letting the smilodon suckle her master's touch as he mused aloud. "Such a stunning young thing." His free hand slipped between her breasts, admiring her gut and curves. What was once a body shamed, had become something she accepted with love underneath his firm hand. "Are these what grabbed that lecher's attention?" He thumbed her left nipple, hand squeezing her breast tight, "Your soft tits and perky nips? It can't be that cold down there, can it?"

A ping from the elevator resounded in their ears. Bagshot sighed and let go, "I specifically said no guests today." The ram mumbled, getting up and straightening his bathrobe, "Feel free to sit down, love. I'll enjoy the excuse for another spanking." With a wink, he was off, pegleg clacking against the marble floor.

With a sigh, Kat reluctantly sat her butt against the couch, its soft cushions feeling pleasant on her reddened ass. The surprise guest didn't completely kill her mood, but it did dampen it. Knowing her master, however, meant that she knew he'd find a way to bring it back.

There was a brief but noticeable silence. Then the sounds of three feet and a pegleg walking in her direction. Kat panicked, remembering that she was naked, she darted about to find her dress. Seeing it made her remember that putting it on would take too long, so she instead grabbed several pillows to cover herself, right as the newcomer entered the open room.

A tiger stepped in wearing ruby red stilettos and a sparkling gold over-the-shoulder dress. Red eyes pinned themselves to Kat's direction, followed by a wanting, if not predatory, smile that sent a small shiver down the smilodon's spine. She'd seen the tigress before, and memory had her fall against her knees and assume the position before her.

Mistress Zyz.

"I love what you've done with the place, Baggy." The tigress continued on without acknowledging her, conversing with Kat's master like an old friend. The ram kept his head low and followed a good few feet behind, as if held by an invisible leash, "I remember you saying you loved a good view. Nothing quite like a penthouse for that."

"You're too kind, Mistress Zyz." The ram bowed.

She took his seat on the couch, next to where Kat kneeled and crossed her legs. The tigress's claws gently dragged across her scalp, just enough pressure to not draw blood. "Have I interrupted some private moment with your slave?" She asked playfully.

He shook his head, "Of course not, Mistress. My home is yours, and you are free to come and go as you please."

"Always the gentleman." She raised her foot. Kat watched her master drop to his knees without hesitation, pressing his lips against the tips of the tigress's shows with the same fervor he showed her. "Of course, I did train you to be such. Manners are always important in our lifestyle." They continued to talk, or rather, Mistress Zyz did and her master responded. Apart from the steady petting, Kat was ignored, a mere object in the room no different from the table or couch. She steadied herself through it all, knowing that her master's mistress expected the best.

"So, what did you plan to do with this round little morsel tonight?" The tigress asked, pulling Kat's head back by her headfur. "I'm glad to see she's still around. It was such a delight to have her watch at the party."

He blushed at the memory, "Just a special evening, Mistress. I had planned to enjoy her tonight before you arrived."

"And who says that has to change?" She mused aloud, pointing Kat to her other heel. Knowing a command when she saw one, the smilodon crawled over and pressed her lips against the tip of the stiletto, running you tongue along the bottom like a good slave. She didn't care for feet, but being underneath someone else's brought a certain rush to her body.

"Baggy, fetch me a...wait." Mistress Zyz pushed Kat to the floor by her feet, then rolled her over. "Oh, you dirty old boy, you've already spanked her? Oh, and she's pretty red down there too, did you use a paddle?"

"My hand, Mistress Zyz." Bagshot bowed his head, "My slave isn't a masochist, so I avoid any tools when it's not meant to be a real punishment."

The tigress let loose a dissatisfied sigh, "Well I can't just give her another. That'd be unoriginal. And she's not a masochist you say?" He nodded. Mistress Zyz rolled her eyes, "I suppose I should avoid that for now. But it can be taught for later." For a moment she pondered, eyeing off into space. "Hmm...Baggy, are you clean?"

"Always, Mistress Zyz."

"Even down there?"

He nodded. She smiled. "Good, good. Fetch me my bag, will you?" He returned with a large leather purse. The tigress unzipped and pulled out two nipple clamps with bells attached to them. Kat winced as the mistress played with her breasts, two fingers and a thumb rubbing against her pink nipple until it grew tight. The first pin bit into it, but the pain followed with every twist to push it tighter. Kat held her breath to numb the agony, keeping steady for her second nipple to be pinned.

Then came the collar. Her master kept one for her in his bedroom. Leather with a soft lining for comfort. Mistress Zyz lacked such a lining, the cold steel of the buckle helping remind Kat who she was between them.

Clipping leashes to both her and the collar around her master's neck, Kat found herself pulled along at the tigress's heels. Mistress Zyz took slow deliberate steps, maximizing how long both her playthings had their knees at the floor, crawling like pretty pets. Cold wind brushed over her once they stepped onto the balcony, with Mistress Zyz stopping at the railing to admire its view.

"Baggy, up up." She tapped the railing. The ram leaned against it, spreading his legs for her. Mistress Zyz tugged Kat's leash tight, pulling her up underneath her master's muscular ass. "I believe it's time you thank your master for his gentle hand, don't you?" Five claws braced the back of her skull, pushing Kat closer to Bagshot's ass. "Eat his ass out, slave."

Every breath she took to steady herself made the bells against her nipples sing. With a gulp and shaky hands, she kneaded her master's asscheeks and spread them, exposing his pink pucker. She blew once, then dragged her hot and wet tongue across it. He shivered in her grip, so vulnerable to her touch that it drove her to lick again.

The pain from Zyz's claws vanished as her tongue dug deeper, slipping past the pucker and exploring his cleaned out caverns. Zyz's soft laughter egged her on, with whispers she could faintly hear over the wind rushing past them. "She's as enthusiastic as you were. Yet not as experienced. Saving this for a rainy day, Baggy?"

"I've been..." His grunts etched through and diced his sentences. "Working my ways up to it."

There was a rush that came over Kat with how her master moaned. Even in her submission, she had some semblance of control over him. She wanted him to enjoy every second. Warmth blossomed between her legs, an itch that needed to be scratched. Mistress Zyz caught her hands before they could slip down there. "Ah, ah, ah. Naughty girl." A soft tug pulled against the smilodon's throat, yanking her away from the goat's ass. "Clearly, Baggy, you need to work on her self control. What kind of slave pleases themselves before their master?"

"One commanded to?"

The tigress chuckled and playfully slapped his face, "Always the smart mouth. It's why I had to keep you gagged." Kat felt the leash pull her up, with Mistress Zyz pushing her to the balcony railing. The shadow of the night was illuminated by the lights below, busy streets filled with busy people going about their evening. Fear gripped her spine, and reflexes took over to cover her breasts for shame rather than the wind.

Bagshot grabbed her arms and kept her breasts exposed. His cock placed itself between her buttcheeks, pulsing with need and slick with something cold and slippery. She turned her head, catching a glimpse of a heavy ballgag in her master's mouth from the corner of her eye. "Forward, girl." Mistress Zyz commanded, "Look out into the world while your master fucks you."

His cock brushed against the folds of her pussy, teasing and edging along her desires. But the push came not inside it, but against the pucker of her ass. While no stranger to anal, the sudden intrusion had her claws bracing the railing in shock. Her master noticed her plight, slowing his push to accommodate the smilodon's backdoor.

Kat grit her teeth as he built up speed. Not from pain, but reflex. Outside, exposed, with the cold wind and his thrust causing the bells on her nips to jingle, the smilodon had every urge to stay silent. "Why so quiet, slave?" Mistress Zyz lifted the slave by her chin, "Do you have some small sense of modesty? Even now, naked and outside while a man twice your age rams into your backside?" The blush beneath her fur was all the answer Mistress Zyz needed. "Oh, you silly girl." The tigress whispered, her hot breath cascading now Kat's neck, "The only chains that bind you are those of your betters. Don't let society's chains weigh you down. Go ahead, give in. Just try to make the ants down below hear your cry."

The tigress's words eased her burden. Kat's panting slipped past her lips, followed by grunts and then, howls of pleasure. She cried out for more, and her master delivered. His hands dug deep into her shoulders for stability and hips rammed through, shoving his whole member deep then pulling out halfway, gaining speed with each virile thrust. Mistress Zyz watched from the corner of her eye, lounging against a pool chair with her dress stripped away and a finger slipped between her legs.

Losing herself in the pleasure, Kat failed to see the tigress get up and sneak around Bagshot. The moment she stopped, the smilodon whined for more. Softly biting her lips to stop the drop of desire. "Now, now, slave." Mistress Zyz chided, "Don't pout. I just wanted to join in the fun."

Her master gasped into his gag. Kat's ears perked at the slick sound of something lubed pushed past flesh. The ram's next thrust came with restrained force, as though he was carrying from a thrust behind. Mistress Zyz's laughter echoed across the balcony. "Oh, Baggy, you're so tight. Do you not stretch yourself down there anymore?"

Leaning hard into the railing, Kat buckled herself as her master's mistress railed into them. A conga line of thrust, sweat, and personal juices banging against the glass wall holding them up. With wild abandon, the smilodon cried out. Her legs gave way as the cracks of her dam finally shattered. Not that it stopped Mistress Zyz, who fucked the two well into the evening night. The jingle on Kat's nipple clamps mixed with her heavy breathing, seeping into the laughter of the top tigress.

***

"So, how did he meet you?" Mistress Zyz asked as Kat turned on the shower. Bagshot's bathroom carried a roman styled design, fit with pillars to accompany the large shower that could comfortably fit three furs if they wanted to fuck. She herself spent a few rinses on her knees below his cock.

"I was dealing cards, Mistress." Kat kept her head low and spoke with respect. Her nipples were now free of the clamps, but they still stood on end, sore. "A customer was losing poorly and claimed it was rigged. He...made comments about my weight and I snapped back."

"Oh?" The tigress lifted Kat's chin, "Did my sweet Baggy come in to save you?"

Even now, the tigress's eyes felt like hooks into her heart, "He was passing by, Mistress. Master-"

"Oh, you can drop the mistress talk for now," She chuckled, "You're not my slave, and your master isn't in this room. So you have my permission to speak like a person. After all, I know Baggy sees you as such." Kat went white behind her facial fur. Mistress Zyz knew? The tigress's smile confirmed it. "Oh, don't act surprised. I was his mistress for years. Despite his edges, Baggy has a delightfully soft side to him. And I'm not so much a control freak as to demand that he treat his people like how I treat them, not behind the closed doors of his home. Besides, I can tell he views you more as a playful partner than a slave."

The mistress's words left Kat to wonder as the two showered. While she often did feel like a young piece of arm candy for the old ram, he did take her feelings into consideration. He never pressed too hard, and offered to teach her when given important roles in his company. Sure, there was nepotism involved, but he never expected her to not earn it.

"Of course," The tigress said as she and Kat dried off, "If you'd like to experience something a bit...deeper, or just fancy an experience. You can always call me." She flipped a card from her puse on the bathroom counter, "You've gotten my attention well enough for that."

On reflex, Kat bowed her head and accepted it with grace, "Of course, Mistress."

"Ah, so adorable." Zyz patted her cheeks, "Now come, the night's not done. There's an old ram in that bed that needs a good ride." That there was. Her master had been tied to his mattress, arms, leg and pegleg spread. His cock stood tall in their presence, lips around his gag curling to a smile as Kat stepped over. The rush of power came restrained. She turned to the naked tigress, now lounging against a leather chair. "Have your fun, slave."