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Jaus frowned a little as she sat back in Arnold Chase's London office, her fingers gently laced before her. She was a female rat, originally from the United States but currently in England on "business." As was typical for her, her business was of a highly illicit and morally questionable nature, and she was about to become obscenely wealthy. Not to mention the guardian of one very cute young boy. A very wealthy and valuable boy.

Her hair was short and wild about her face, dyed green to hide her natural color. That, and she just liked green. Her short fur was like a tan skin. Her long legs were crossed and her tail gently twitched this way and that as she waited for Chase, seated behind his huge oaken desk, to finish his phone call. She was waiting to hear if the Rucastles had died or not, and she was beginning to get impatient.

Arnold Chase was a handsome twentysomething English mouse with slicked down black hair and a matching, neatly-trimmed beard without a mustache. He was a friend of the Rucastle family as well as their attorney. He listened intently to whoever he was talking to on the phone.

"Ah, yes," he said, "thank you, Gerald. All the best." He hung up and then smirked. "Without a hitch! Mr. and Mrs. Rucastle are as dead as Queen Victoria herself."

He chuckled darkly. Jaus lifted her head a little bit in response to this, nodding and uncrossing her legs. She pushed herself up, dusting off the tight suit she wore and tussling her green hair a little to make it look as though she were upset. The Rucastles' only son and heir, Wilson, was currently out in the waiting room, and she had to make a good impression.

"Wonderful," she said. "That just leaves the boy. And he will be entrusted into my... 'care?'" She smirked at Chase as her sharp ears flicked forwards.

The lawyer nodded. "Yes, unless you'd also like him, er, 'taken care of,' as well." He held a hand out, palm towards her, before she could reply. "It needn't be fatally, if you're squeamish about harming children. I know a few 'businesses' who would pay top dollar for a boy like him. I'd need only to telephone them, and arrange to have him declare missing and presumed dead, and then it's off to Thailand for young Wil.

Jaus' blue eyes narrowed as the twisted mind inside of the rat's head began to work. She considered the idea but shook her head and crossed her arms. She straightened up.

"No," she said. "I'll need him for my future plans. Thank you, though."

Chase shrugged as if to say it made no difference to him. "If that's how you want it to be."

She smiled and winked, then headed for the door, a small away to her hips. "Now, don't forget our arrangement," she added over her shoulder.

"Of course. How could I? I'll arrange everything."

Jaus nodded and slowly walked out of the office and into the waiting room. Wilson Rucastle looked over. He looked confused and glum, a ginger-haired English mouse of perhaps ten or eleven with creamy fur, still in his English prep school uniform of child-sized blazer, striped necktie, rather small shorts, kneesocks and polished black shoes. Looking down at him, Jaus sat herself beside him, hands on her lap, looking sad. She sighed.

"Ms. Jaus?" asked Wilson. He had a high, young voice with a distinct upper class English accent. "Is everything all right?"

Jaus eyed him, remembering her plan. She'd gotten the Rucastles to hire her the month before, through her old friend Arnold Chase. She'd spent that time getting close to the boy. For the money, mostly... but also for him. She had a "thing" for boys, and was very much looking forward to really doing her job as his new guardian. It was all very legal, even if the incident leading up to it wasn't - something involving messing around with the engine of the Rucastle family car; Jaus hadn't wanted to know the details. Arnold Chase had signed the paperwork and everything. The boy was hers. Or would be soon.

She made herself hesitate and slowly laid her hand on Wilson's shoulder. "Young Master," she said, addressing him as she had for the past month, "I'm... I'm afraid... I'm afraid it's your parents..." She trailed off and let that sink in.

"My..." Wilson stammered, as if trying to find the words, "Mum and Dad?" He blinked. "Wh-What's happened to them?"

"I'm... I'm very sorry to tell you this, sweetheart, but it seems that there has been an accident. They... they didn't..." She looked down, pretending as though she might cry.

Wilson looked horrified and terrified at the same time. "An accident?!"

Jaus nodded. Tears started flowing down the boy's cheeks, his young face contorting in emotional anguish as he began to sob uncontrollably. The rat gently stroked his red hair.

"I'm sorry, my little darling," she soothed. "It... It's just you and me now..."

She gently rubbed his back, letting him cry for a bit before she made him sit back. She gently wiped away his tears with her long, slender fingers, and then took a handkerchief from her pocket. She set it to his nose and commanded, "Blow."

The boy obeyed and blew out a hefty wad of snot into the handkerchief, and sniffled. "Thank you..."

Jaus tossed the soiled handkerchief into a nearby wastebasket and gently fixed Wilson's bangs for him, smoothing them along his forehead. "It's all right, dear one. Now, come, stiff upper lip as you say over here. You come home with me and I will promise to take good care of you."

Wilson gently took her hand, trust in his teary eyes. He knew her well enough to never doubt what she said. Jaus took him to the car that was waiting outside, a black Lincoln modified for driving in the UK, and they got inside. The chauffeur, a young lizard who Wilson didn't recognize, took them home to the Rucastles' country estate. They arrived, and the lizard opened the back door for them. Getting out, Jaus led young Wilson inside of the home. The chauffeur then shut the door and left.

"Young Master," Jaus said, "let's get you into the bath and cleaned up."

Wilson nodded. Mostly used to looking after himself, he took this suggestion to mean he'd bathe alone, and so he trudged upstairs. Jaus watched him go. She was plotting now, thinking of how to begin breaking in the boy. They were alone in the house. With Chase's help, she'd secretly fired all of the old servants. Even the chauffeur was new, which was why Wilson hadn't recognized him. It'd been very important for Jaus to empty the household of anyone who'd known the parents when they were alive. She would've found it very inconvenient to have anyone questioning the new dynamic she was about to introduce - with her completely in charge.

Upstairs, the mouse boy went first to his bedroom, where he broke down again and spent several minutes sobbing in horrified grief. Finally managing to compose himself, he took off his jacket, tie and shoes, and then went into his decently-sized bathroom which was all his. His parents had their own gigantic master bath attached to their room. He turned on the water and started unbuttoning his shirt. Suddenly the door opened. In walked Jaus, a towel carried in the crook of her arm for the mouse boy and a fresh set of clothes for him. He jumped, startled, and turned, shirt half on and half off.

"Would you like me to wash your back for you, Young Master?" Jaus offered sweetly.

"I, uh, no... that's okay..." the mouse managed to say.

He tried to think of a way to tell her to leave him alone that wouldn't sound rude and nothing came to mind. He finished removing his shirt and simply stood there. Finally he managed to think up something to say.

"Ms. Jaus, can I be alone now?" he asked softly.

Jaus' ears lowered and she looked saddened, but she didn't move from where she stood. "I'm afraid not, Young Master," she said firmly. "I've already lost two people dear to me. I fear that in your current state you might..." She trailed off.

Wilson sighed. "I'm not going to hurt myself, Ms. Jaus," he insisted.

The sly rat's mind was still twisting and pulling up plots and ideas. She turned and set the clean clothes and towel on the counter, then stood with her legs apart, arms crossed. She was firm. "Well, I'm not budging," she insisted. "I will remain if that's all right with you."

Wilson really wanted her to go and leave him alone. He almost spat out that it was definitely not all right with him, but finally, seeing she wasn't going anywhere and deciding that'd be very rude of him, especially now that he knew how she felt about his parents, he nodded.

"But on one condition! Turn around while I undress, please. I'll tell you when you can look. All right?"

That made her pause a moment. Jaus smiled at him, nodding and then turning around. Wilson smiled weakly. He liked her. Ms. Jaus' kindness and respect towards him always filled him with warmth, and was helping him cope with the loss of his parents in a big way, despite seeming like such a small thing.

Once he was assured she was turned away, he turned back towards the tub, his smooth, bare back to her; he was trusting entirely in her to keep he word. He first sat on the toilet and took off his knee high socks, then stood again, facing the tub once more, unaware that she might at any moment break her promise and peek, and started undoing the button of his shorts. There was the unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone, and then Wil started wiggling out of the tight prep school shorts, revealing his underpants-clad rear.

What he didn't know was that his new guardian indeed had no intention of honoring his request. She looked at him over her shoulder. Jaus found it very hard to not just pounce the boy and take him. It'd been driving her mad for the past few weeks how sweet and innocent the child was. Now, though, she'd have no one to stop her. She turned around fully, looking him over and licking her lips as she felt her nethers tingle with arousal as she surveyed her prey.

His body was typical for a boy his age. Smooth, lean, still developing. His butt was small and taut in the tight blue briefs he wore, arms and legs thin but not at all scrawny. In front, although Jaus couldn't see it, there was the smallish bulge filling out the underwear. Unaware of Jaus' approach, Wil began to shimmy out of the briefs, tugging them down off of his modest slim hips to then fall down his legs and join his shorts around his ankles. Deftly, he stepped out of both, and a swift sideways kick with his right foot sent them sliding to the base of the laundry hamper. He bent, exposing his ass fully to her, mouse tail twitching, as he checked the steaming hot water filling the tub. Finding it to be of a depth and temperature to his liking, he turned off the faucet

So sweet! So trusting! Mmf! She was going to love breaking him. She slowly began creeping up on him. She licked her lips again, loving the little show he was giving her without even knowing it. She composed herself. She didn't want to rush in just yet. She turned her back to him again.

"Can I turn around yet, Young Master?" she asked sweetly.

Wilson froze and almost turned to face her, which would've surely given her away as definitely watching him, but his shyness won out. He didn't want to be nude and facing her, even if he was convinced she wasn't looking. He smiled a little.

"No, not yet!" he said a little playfully. He was starting to feel better. It was definitely helping him take his mind off of his parents.

He then climbed into the tub, wincing in pleasure at the pleasingly hot, steamy water, and slowly lowered himself in. Although turned sideways as he did so, he had his eyes shut as he sank in so he didn't see Jaus obviously watching him.

He smiled. "You can look now!"

The rat turned and looked down at him, smiling. She undid the suit jacket she wore and tossed it aside with the dirty laundry, rolling her sleeves up. "Young Master," she said, her voice light, almost like she might laugh, "would you enjoy some bubbles?"

He looked up at her. His nakedness was safely concealed beneath the surface. He had his hands in his lap anyway. "Yes please."

Jaus hummed a bit as she then did something she knew the boy would never expect - she took off her shirt, revealing the almost see-through tank top beneath and the bra that held in her breasts. Wilson blinked, wondering why she'd just done this, as she went and got a bottle of bubble bath and began pouring it into the water.

"Uh..."

Jaus smiled. "I can't go getting my good clothes wet while I help you wash up, now, can I?" she explained.

The boy nodded. That seemed logical. However he'd never seen the older female rat in her bra before. On the cusp of puberty as he was, Wil found himself constantly flicking his eyes back to her breasts, chewing on his lower lip, grateful for the bubbles concealing a stiffening young cock. Jaus hummed quietly, picking up a washcloth and gently starting on the mouse's back for him. He sat up and let her wash his sudsy back, even though he hadn't originally wanted her to. Her gentleness towards him and his seeing her almost totally topless had changed his mind for obvious reasons.

"Young Master, I'm very glad that I still have you," Jaus cooed softly. "Are you glad you still have me?" She smirked, doing her best to contain herself as she began her slow seduction of the boy.

He nodded at her words. Yes, he was lucky to have her. "Yes, Ms. Jaus. Very glad." He turned and smiled with genuine affection at her. Such a sweet smile the young mouse had.

The rat moved and rubbed her sudsy hands against his shoulders and along his chest. She moved one hand up to gently stroke his cheek, before leaning in and pressing her nose to his and planting a tiny kiss on his lips. Wilson closed his eyes, then jerked back, blushing hotly, wondering where THAT had come from. Jaus gave a little gasp and pretended to be embarrassed as she looked away. Wilson shifted uneasily in the water.

"Oh!" cried Jaus. "Oh, Young Master! I... I'm so sorry..." She set a hand to her lips and looked distressed. "I shouldn't have. I'm so sorry. I just feel so.. so happy you're okay..."

Wilson managed a lopside smile. "No, no, no, it's okay, Ms. Jaus! It... well, I kinda liked it..."

That was just what she was hoping for. She bit at her lower lip with her slightly bucked teeth and then smiled. "Well, if the Young Master wants, I could do it again. In fact..." She trailed off and leaned on the edge of the tub. "I could teach you more..."

Wilson smirked a little. This type of entertainment was definitely taking his mind of his recent loss. He nodded. "Uh, y-yes, please, if you--"

"--but only..." Jaus said, cutting him off, giggling, "only if the Young Master will do whatever I say."

"Wait, what? Why must I do what you say? Aren't I the master?" He chuckled.

Jaus held up a finger in a knowing way. "Ah, yes, but I'm the teacher," she corrected him. "And a student must always do as their teacher says, shouldn't they?"

Wilson considered this for a moment, finger to his lips, then nodded. "You're right. Okay, Ms. Jaus, I'll do whatever you command me to do." He smiled sweetly. That innocent smile soon to be gone forever, if Jaus had anything to say about it.

Jaus grinned brightly. "Wonderful..." she whispered.

She slid her hand to cup his face, pulling him closer so she could push her mouth to his once more. Wilson flinched, but let her do it, their mouths touching, his thin young mouse lips parting, showing his buck teeth, as she pushed her tongue into his mouth, invading his maw in the first real kiss Wil had ever experienced. His already hard cock only stiffened more.

Jaus' hand gently stroked Wil's cheek, easing his worries as her tongue tangled with his. Slowly, her hand slid down from his face, over his chest and into the warm bathwater. The boy squirmed. Jaus rubbed at his belly sweetly, going nice and slow to keep from scaring him too badly just yet. Her fingers were so tantalizingly near his genitals, but did not come into contact with them. Wilson was conflicted. He'd been unsure if he wanted her to touch him "there," and felt both relieved and disappointed when she didn't. Trying to take a more active role in their play, he tentatively reached up and stroked her cheek. Jaus smiled into the kiss, turning her head to kiss at the palm of his hand.

"Very good, Young Master," she said softly. She breathed out, looking down at him with her blue eyes lidded. "Now let's move on to more advanced lessons..."

"M-More advanced...?" Wilson was trembling.

"Yes," she soothed, "but don't worry, it'll be okay."

"Uh, I, I dunno..." Wilson quickly trailed off, remembering he'd promised to obey her. He was beginning to wonder how far that was really supposed to go, though. He was about to find out.

She kissed his temple. Her arm was still thrust down in the water and her fingers gently began to wrap around him. Her mouth pushed to his once more, using her tongue to coax his out, parting their lips so she could watch his face as her fingers encircled his stiff young rod. Wilson gulped. He'd of course played with himself up 'til now, but never had he let anyone else touch him down there before.

The rat woman grinned and her fingers continued to rub and stroke at his erection as he panted a little. "Well, my darling little Master, I will make you a deal. I will take good care of you, love you, play with you... " Her hand gave a gentle squeeze, coaxing a groan from the mouse. "And in exchange, little Wilson, you will only ever do this with me. Understand?"

"I, well... must I?" the boy gasped.

She stopped all movement and her blue eyes narrowed, almost threatening. Wil blinked and stared at her, confused. He swallowed, trembling. That cold gaze chilled him.

"Because it's only fair, don't you think? Because I'm giving up my life to take care of you from now on, and raise you like I would my own child. It only makes sense that if I give up so much for you, the least I can ask of you... is for you to only be with me."

Wilson sulked, but then he bowed his head. "You're right. I will only ever be with you, Ms. Jaus... it's only fair of me after all you've done for me."

The rat's icy gaze warmed over and she smiled sweetly once again. She nuzzled him. "I'm glad you're seeing reason, Wil. Now stand up for me. Get out of the tub. Show off for me."

Wilson smiled and stood, water running off his naked form, his little erection bobbing in the cool air of the bathroom. She rose and gently took his hand in hers, assisting him in stepping from the tub and onto the bathmat, where he stood nude and dripping.

"How shall I show off for you?" he asked innocently.

Jaus considered this as she looked him over. "Mmm, lean back against the tub," she suggested. "Show me the pride of the Rucastle family."

Smiling, he rested his ass against the tub's edge and spread his legs, showing her his smallish but nonetheless super-hard cock. Jaus enjoyed the view and was happy the boy was feeling less shy about it all. She knelt in front of him and rubbed his little balls in her hand, licking her lips hungrily.

"Good boy..." she crooned. "Now then, my sweet little one... bed me. Ask me to touch you more and pleasure you. Beg."

He shivered. This was getting weird, but who was he to argue with his teacher and guardin? "Please, Ms. Jaus... please touch me more. Pleasure me. Make me feel gooooddd..." He stroked himself, groaning softly as she squeezed his little sac.

Jaus was pleased so far. His pleading was unconvincing at best. A rich boy like him wasn't used to begging. She'd have to teach him to beg better later, but all in good time.

The rat drew her tongue along the tip of his cock, gently pushing his hand aside so she could start sucking on him. Jaus' lips pulled into a smirk as she opened her mouth wider, starting to suck and bob her head on his young cock. Wilson gasped out loud and leaned back. He shuddered and almost exploded immediately, so wonderfully alien did it feel, sending electric jolts of carnal pleasure through such a young and unspoiled body to a brain barely able to entirely comprehend what was going on. He would've fallen over backwards into the tub, but Jaus had a firm safe grip on his waist to balance him. At this rate, he'd be putty in Jaus' hands soon enough.

She could feel every throb and twitch of that little cock on her tongue and she sucked and slurped along his tiny little cock until he felt strange, pleasurable convulsions coursing through his eleven-year old body... and suddenly she pulled back! The boy shuddered and gasped, chest heaving up and down, giving a disappointed little whine. Jaus clucked her tongue at him.

"Tsk, tsk, task!" she chided. "You don't get to cum until you've earned it!" She stood, holding up a finger. "Don't touch yourself, or I'll punish you."

"Puh-Punish?" Wil swallowed.

Any further protests were silenced as the rat began to take her clothes off. He watched her disrobe, and, goodness, how difficult it was not to touch himself! Soon she stood nude before him and dropped her clothing into the laundry, then stepped over and gently took his hand in hers.

"First, let's get you dried off."

She handed him the towel she'd brought in early. As soon as he had finished drying himself off, she threw the towel aside and took his hand again.

"Come with me, Young Master..."

Wilson allowed Jaus to lead him from the bathroom. The two walked down the richly-carpeted hallway to his late parents' bedroom - the master bedroom. In it was a massive canopy bed. Jaus let go of Wil's hand and walked over and slid onto it seductively, and then beckoned to the boy, who followed, almost in a trance, and climbed up onto the sheets to join her. She drew him to her. Wil rose up, as if being taken into the air by angles, nude body sliding over the silken sheets, and his nose bumped against one of Jaus' breasts.

"Suck," she commanded flatly.

His tongue flicked out over the nipple, then his lips sucked at the air and drew the lovely pink nipple into his mouth. He was experienced in this. His mother had breastfed him. The rat sighed happily, smiling as she watched him breastfeed. One of her hands gently pet his ginger hair. The other slid down to touch and caress his cock, not enough to help him cum, but enough to tease the shit out of the poor boy. Wil sucked delicately on the delicious nipple, shivering as his poor cock was teased.

Jaus' breathing grew heavier. She stroked his hair a final time before pushing him away, making him get down between her legs. Her fingers slid inside herself and spread her pussy lips open to show him how wet it was. Wilson stared at it, gulping. He'd never seen a grown woman's pussy before. It looked strangely inviting.

"This..." she said softly. "This is going to rule you from now on, my sweet little Wil. Start licking it until I tell you it's time for your next lesson." She grinned. "And remember... no touching yourself."

On his knees, Wilson gently nuzzled at that dripping hole and then started to slowly lick it. Jaus moaned quietly, licking her lips as she observed his efforts. Finally she had the little rich boy right where she wanted him - on his knees and soon to be begging for whatever she'll give him.

"Not bad for your first time licking a cunt," she complimented him. "Don't stop, my little slut. Keep going until I say."

He blushed and kept licking, plunging his tongue into her inviting velvety depths, loving the taste so much, so horny now that the inexperienced lad forgot himself. One hand drifted to his aching cock to touch and tease as he surrendered himself to the delicious depravity of pleasuring a grown woman's cunt. He could hardly be blamed, since he was so new, and young, eager and impatient. However, Jaus didn't care about excuses.

The rat frowned and grabbed his red hair roughly, forcing his face deep into that warm snatch, smothering him. "Did I say you could touch yourself?" she growled softly.

"Mmmph!" Wilson cried out. He spluttered as her sweet nectar filled his mouth and nose, threatening to drown him. Then he was jerked back, her cunny juices dripping off his muzzle. "M-M-Ms. Jaus...!" he pleaded in his high little boy's voice. "I'm so sorry!" He was shocked by her sudden meanness.

"Apologize. Beg me for forgiveness. And make me believe it." She kept a tight grip on his ginger locks.

The boy began blustering forth genuinely terrified apologies. "Please, please forgive me...! Please, Ms. Jaus, I'm so sorry! I got carried away, is all! It will never happen again, I swear!"

Jaus narrowed her eyes, gritting her teeth... and then smiled tenderly, releasing his hair. She soothed and cuddled him. "Now that's how you beg!" she said sweetly.

Wilson was shocked and appalled by the sudden change in her demeanor. He debated attempting to wrench free and bolt out the bedroom door for the stairs, but decided not to. He'd disobeyed her once already and gotten a taste of her wrath. He didn't want another. Besides, he was naked and didn't fancy the idea of escaping to run nude through the countryside.

For her part, Jaus was pleased. Immensely pleased. She liked hearing the boy sputtering and crying. Hearing him beg like that just got her more excited. Finally she had the adorable little mouse to use as her little fucktoy however she wanted. She lay back on the bed and held herself open for him again.

"Come prove how sorry you are with that tongue."

Wil trembled as he went to her pussy, kissing it, and then plunging into it, clumsily attempting to eat her out. The rat panted and stroked through his hair. "Good boy. Such a good boy. Yes. Lick that cunt, do everything you can to please me." She shuddered happily. After a moment, though, she stopped him. "I think it's time for your next lesson. Stand up and make sure you're good and hard. You're going to pleasure me in the same way, but in a different position."

"Y-Yes, Ms. Jaus..."

He got up. He was hard, all right. He ssat before her on his knees, trembling in fear, but also oddly eager to please this woman. Jaus smirked and gestured.

"Crawl up here and lay down on your back."

Nervously, he complied, crawling over to be beside her, and lying down on his back. The rat got atop him, straddling his hips and holding him down by his shoulders. Her hips moved, rocking her wet pussy against his little cock. The boy groaned as he felt that lovely female entrance surrounding his aching boyhood.

"You want this, don't you...?" the rat whispered.

"Unh, y-yes..." the mouse groaned.

The rat licked her lips, rocking against him and teasing him more beofre she moved up to straddle his face. "Now... lick me."

Wil used his lips and tongue to pleasure his guardian-turned-mistress, his tongue making lewd slurping sounds as Wil ate out Jaus' hot juicy cunt. He was sloppy, that much was certain. He had no idea what in the world he was doing. But his desperation to please his guardian made him very attentive, so that despite his total lack of experience at pleasuring a grown woman, especially such a demanding woman as Jaus, he was doing what could be considered a good job. The old college try, it might be said. And he was adorable doing it.

It wasn't long before she came. Hard. Her body was wracked by a powerful orgasm and she threw her head back, her green hair flying wildly, naked scaly tail lashing fitfully against the bed, muscular thighs clamping tightly around the little mouse's head. Her juicy femcum slid out and dribbled all over Wilson's face as she sighed and slowly got off of him, the boy gasping for air and coughing up some of her juices. But she wasn't quite done with her boytoy just yet.

While Wilson lay recovering from slurping his guardian to climax, she slid off of the bed and went to the Rucastles' dresser. The night before, she'd hidden a few toys inside it underneath his parents' clothes. She removed a variety of objects, including a strap-on dildo.

"What's that?" squeaked Wilson, in-between spitting out cunny juice.

"A lovely toy that's going right up inside you, my little darling..." she cooed.

She attached the device, strapping it on firmly, and Wil's eyes widened as he behind a seven-inch black plastic phallus shaped like a horse cock now sprouting from between the green-haired rat's legs. She stood there, posed with her hands on her hips, and grinned. The boy shuddered, uncertain but thinking he knew where THAT was going. He swallowed nervously as she walked off, the big black dick bobbing. It touched the edge of the bed and Wil uttered a startled, strangled little cry. He started to blubber something out but one of his guardian's fingers went to his lips.

"Sshhh..." she soothed him gently.

He was seized and rolled over onto his tummy. The older female got atop him, her knees forcing his legs apart. "Hold the pillow, dearie," she said, "this is gonna hurt."

Wil felt the bulbous cockhead nestling between his asscheeks and did as he was instructed, grabbing a frilly pillow and clutching it tightly as Jaus' hands grabbed his taut young buttocks, thumbs spreading them apart and exposing his anus. She hawked up a big wad of spit and let it drool down over his hole, and then she was ready. The head pressed against Wilson's tailhole, demanding entrance - entrance it was going to get, no matter what he wanted.

Jaus began to pound into his young body, making him gasp and scream, aching little cock dribbling pre, close to exploding. She panted happily as she mercilessly fucked him. She licked her lips and kept it up for a good five minutes before she came fiercely around the dildo. Wilson, too, hit his peak, and his tiny cock jerked and shot its pent up load as his feet hammered ceaselessly against the sheets. Jaus giggled quietly.

"Mmm... my little darling," she said sweetly, stroking his face.

She pulled the dildo from his ass with a slurp, and the boy gasped. Leaving him there, the rat turned and went about unstrapping the device, returning it to its place in the drawer with the other toys, which she hadn't gotten to use, but which she planned to, very soon! She turned and started to say something before noticing that Wilson was fast asleep, having simply passed out from how hard she'd used him. She smiled, walked over, and ran her fingers through his sweaty hair, then patted his head. Hopefully in the future, he'd build up more stamina!

Jaus pulled a thin sheet over his sleeping form, then turned and went to the Rucastles' walk-in closet. Selecting one of the late Mrs. Rucastle's elegant nightgowns and draping it over herself, she tied the sash, paused for a moment to pet Wilson's head a final time, then went downstairs to phone Arnold Chase to see about hiring some new servants.

The End.