Hired
Alex hires a new maid.
"Shawnee, please come into my office."
Shawnee blinked a bit and slowly entered her boss' office. She was a pretty young black squirrel with short black and blonde hair, bright brown eyes and not much of a figure to but cute to look upon.
"Y-Yes sir...?" she said shyly.
Alexander Pontius Fletcher smiled and groped along her ass, as was his custom. He sexually harassed all his female employees. And some of his male ones. He made a point of forcing his fingertip into her ass crack through her skirt and fingering her anus through the cloth. Shawnee squirmed a little bit, not comfortable with it at all, but used to it by now. Alex withdrew his hand and went behind his gargantuan oaken desk, and nestled himself comfortably into a leather wing-backed chair.
"Now, Shawnee, dear, please have a seat," Alex said.
She parked her caboose in one of the chairs all such offices provided for visitors to whomever was seated behind the large desk, the ruffled shirt of her maid outfit crinkling softly.
"You've worked for me for how long now...?" Alex asked.
Shawnee thought about it. "Five years, sir."
"Ah, wonderful, wonderful," said the black-haired rabbit. "And I have to confess you've been doing an excellent job."
A gold binocular microscope sat on the desk between them, the twin eyepieces facing her. He leaned forward and made a show of toying with the adjustment knobs, but didn't turn them.
"However, I have to say, I'm told you've been complaining to the other servants about how you're treated."
Shawnee lowered her ears a little bit and swallowed. She cleared her throat reflexively as she tried to think of something to say to defend herself.
Alex's eyes narrowed slightly. "Unhappy in your work? After five long years? I must say I'm extremely disappointed to hear when my employees don't like my, ah, attentions."
Taking his hand off the knob, he leaned back in his seat and slid his good leg forwards so his patent leather shoe brushed her ankle. Footsy time. Reflexively, her foot pulled back from his, causing Alex to frown, and she found her voice. "Th-That's not it at all, sir...! I never..."
Alex was extremely displeased. "Oh no, Shawnee, I have it on very good authority. You don't like it when I touch you. I give you the creeps. You dislike the maid uniforms being a size too small to be tighter because I'm such a huge perv and like to see a woman fill out her clothes. And so on and so forth."
It was all true, of course. He did make his female employees wear clothes that were a size too small, sometimes even two sizes, so as to accentuate their figure better and give him something to look at as they worked.
Shawnee tensed up in surprised at that and bit her lower lip. Shit, she'd been found out. That wasn't good at all. She needed this job, no matter how much she bitched about it. She cleared her throat again, looking down. "I... I did at one time, yes..." she confessed, "and I... I'm very sorry about it, Mr. Fletcher..."
"Oh, I believe you," Alex said with poisonous sweetness. "Scoot forwards a bit more please."
The squirrel swallowed and scooted forwards a bit.
Alex grinned and slid his foot up her leg slowly. "How sorry are you, my dear? Hmm?" The sole of the expensive shoe teased along her thigh, venturing under her skirt.
Shawnee shivered a little bit and gripped the arms of the seat tightly. "V-Very..."
The tip pressed into her crotch and began teasing along her pussy through her panties. He tried to envision what kind she was wearing as he tented his pants massively.
"That's good to hear. Sorry girls don't get fired, do they?"
He smirked evilly and grrrrrooounnd his foot into her sex, heel and toe, making the chair she was in tilt back slightly, as he enjoyed watching her reactions.
"Now, show me how sorry you are. Rip open your blouse there and show me your tits, you little curry-muncher cunt... then be a good a girl and cum for me."
The squirrel grit her teeth, ignoring the jab about the curry, for she was of Indian descent. She did her best not to snap at the cruel rabbit before hesitantly moving her fingers to undo the buttons of the maid uniform. Alex watched through slitted eyes.
"Good girl. Show 'em to me." He pressed his foot in harder and got impatient. "I said rip it! I wanna see fucking buttons fly!"
Shawnee gritted her teeth harder and looked away, ripping open her front now to show him her chest, squirming harder. She wore no bra and her medium-sized breasts with largish, plump pink nipples spilled forth.
"Atta girl!" Alex cooed. "Show me those little tits of yours. Unnhhh." He licked his lips and kept using his foot expertly to please her.
Shawnee tilted her head away, cupping her breasts and whimpering as she started to get closer and closer to her orgasm. Alex thought idly of how much he'd enjoy torturing those breasts, but found himself quickly getting bored. Abusing women didn't have quite the same thrill that it used to.
"Play with your nipples," he commanded, "I'm losing interest. Hurry up and cum already..."
Shawneed whimpered and slowly reached up, groping at her breasts and tugging roughly at her nipples, shuddering and shaking. She came around his foot and shook her head, pulling back. Alex grinned evilly as her juices soaked through her panties, and when pulled his foot away, the shoe dripped with her juices.
"Ah," he said, "now, lick that clean and then you can get back to your usual duties."
Tears in her eyes, Shawneed nodded a bit and she slowly got down on her hands and knees beneath the desk, and licked his shoe clean.
Alex smiled. "That's good. It's nice of a little foreigner like you to know your place in an American household. Use that tongue well, my little beauty." He mashed his foot against her lips and made her kiss it, then finally withdrw it. "Ahh. Very good. I accept your apology. Maybe now you'll think twice about ever badmouthing me." He wagged his finger at her.
The maid sniffled a bit and nodded, wiping her face.
"Stand up." Alex gestured with his hand.
Shawneed slowly got up, dusting off her skirt and trying to pull her blouse closed to hide her breasts.
"Mmm, now, before you go, perhaps there is one last thing you can help me with, Shawnee. You seem like a very intelligent girl. Interested in science? I want an untrained layperson's opinion about a specimen in that microscope there." He pointed at it. "Just look into it and tell me what you see."
Shawneed blinked, but nodded. The young squirrel leaned over to peer into the microscope. She saw nothing, just darkness inside the twin tubes. She furrowed her brows and leaned in closer. "Sir, I don't see anything..."
"Oh, sorry," Alex apologized. Look again and this time turn the adjustment knobs. Those big things on the sides, dearie."
She glanced up at him, annoyed, wanted to tell him she knew damn well what the adjustment knobs were, but held her tongue, before looking through it again and turning the knobs. Then there was a click and she knew nothing else as the spring-loaded knives ejected from the eyepieces at her end, slid through her eyes and into her brain. Shawnee shuddered a bit ad then slumpedm hanging there with the blades still wedged into her eyes.
Alex smiled and nodded in satisfaction. "Idiot. 'Intelligent girl,' my ass."
He got up and walked around to her, bent over the desk, her head impaled on the killer optical device, the knives holding her up. He gently pressed a fingertip to her forehead.
"Ding-dong, dearie..."
He pushed, shoving her off of the bloodied blades and allowing her to slump dead to the floor. He stared down at her.
"Hm. I rang but I guess there's no one at home. Oh well."
He glanced over and saw Minerva in the doorway. She walked over. "I suppose this means we'll be needing a new maid, dear?" she asked, smiling.
"Ah, yes," her husband replied, "unfortunately, this one didn't quite measure up, honey-bunch."
~*~
The following weekend, the office was immaculate. The body was gone and all evidence of it had been cleaned up. The microscope, blades retracted, had been returned to its usual spot in the display case across the room. And now a new figure occupied the seat across from Alex, a young female bat of Mexican descent named Rosario. Her trained nose smelled cleaning chemicals, but she paid it no heed.
"So tell me..." Alex said, eying her résumé, "where did you work before?"
Rosario sat up as straight as she could, separated from her potential employer by the wide gulf of the desk, hands in her lap, dressed as nicely as her modest budget would allow. "Oh, I worked for a few companies cleaning up after hours," she said, "and my madre used to take me with her when she cleaned houses at night, sir."
"I see. And precisely what lengths are you willing to go to in order to keep your job...?"
Rosario furrowed her brows in confusion, tugging her long braid over her shoulder to stroke it gently. "Anything, sir," she answered after a moment. "I really need this job."
"I see," said Alex. Yes, that was what he liked to hear. "Well, then..." He set the résumé aside and cleared his throat. "Take your clothes off."
To say that the bat was surprised would be an understatement. She blinked and tenses up, face bright red. "¿Qué?" she asked.
"I said--" Alex began, but stopped as Rosario looked down and bit her lower lip before slowly starting to undo her button-up shirt, revealing a rosary beneath. My, my, she did want the job, after all! "Ah," he said, "that's a good girl. Strip naked and let me see you."
The black-haired rabbit smirked cruelly as he watched her disrobe, beginning to tent his pants with an erection. The young bat woman trembled as she slowly undid her shirt, shyly taking it off and folding it up to set on the chair next to hers. She hesitated a moment, glancing at Alex and slowly standing. The rabbit's smirk deepened as his Asian-like eyes devoured her form as more and more was revealed, Rosario peeling off her long skirt. Her obedience had impressed him immensely.
"Go on. All of it."
She shivered as she stood before him in just her underwear and the rosary. She swallowed nervously as she reached back and undid her bra. Alex's eyes particularly focused on that, as he groped himself, utterly shameless in his vile perversion as he forced this nervous young immigrant to strip for him if she wanted the job. Rosario slowly took off the bra, holding it tightly in her hand for a moment. She finally set it aside and then stepped out of her panties, crossing her arms across her chest tightly.
The rabbit nodded in satisfaction. "Sit back down. And uncover your tits. If you get this job, I can promise you you'll be naked more than once, so you'd better get used to it. Modesty doesn't become you anyway."
The young woman slowly sat herself down in the chair again. She would've run out of the door already, naked or not, but the ad in the newspaper had been so good. Healthcare and good pay. She couldn't turn that down! No matter how much her potential employer intended to humiliate her. She pried her arms from her chest, gripping the arms of the chair, instead, her breasts on full display. Let him look, she thought. That's all he'll ever get to do. She hoped, anyway. Idly, she wondered what happened to the previous maid. She was afraid to ask. Probably she'd quit after enduring similar treatment or worse. Well, Rosario decided she was made of sterner stuff.
Alex managed to pry his eyes away from her lovely mammaries long enough to look at her résumé again. "Yesss..." he hissed. "I think you'll do nicely."
And with that, the paper went into his desk drawer and his eyes returned to her breasts. He stood with some effort. His leg was bothering him. He walked over, his leg noticeably stiff. As he stood beside her, his bulging erection pushing through his pants right by her face, he smiled and stroked her hair and her bare shoulder. Rosario shivered a little bit at his touch.
"Well, only one more test to ensure you'll fit in here, my dear... get up, go over and stand against my desk, facing me."
The bat woman blinked, glancing up at him. His bulge filled her vision, and, up beyond that, his towering, suited form loomed like a monolith, eyes hidden behind purple lenses. She didn't dare disobey. There was something in Alex's voice that told her refusing an order from him at this point was a very bad idea. And so Rosario pushed herself up from the chair and turned, facing Alex as he'd instructed, her bare butt against the edge of the polished desk, fidgeting nervously.
"L-Like this, sir?"
"Yes, exactly like that," Alex said. "Dorian!"
Dorian entered, the twentysomething, skinny rabbit with a pierced ear dressed all in black. He frowned as he saw the naked Mexican bat but said nothing, used to his master's perversions. He looked at Alex for instruction.
"This is Dorian. He's our chauffeur. He doubles as the butler too, sometimes, but if you get the job, you'll be taking a big load off of his shoulders. Answering the door and shit like that..."
Rosario was confused. She looked at the second rabbit. He looked severely depressed. She flushed hotly at being seen naked by another stranger, but she managed a small smile and lifted her hand in a nervous sort of wave. "Hello, Dorian..."
"Hello." Dorian rarely spoke. His voice had a dry croak to it.
"Enough chit-chat," Alex said. "Undress me."
Dorian nodded and went about taking off Alex's clothes. Rosario gulped, able to tell where this was headed, but steeling herself up for the violation to come.
Soon Alex stood naked. "Right. You can go."
He sent Dorian away and walked naked to the bat, and grabbed her shoulders, forcing her backwards onto the desk and getting deftly atop her, his intentions obvious. Rosario gasped, her face burning brightly underneath her short fur.
"Now, moan for me."
Without any more ado he entered her, his thick cock penetrating her pussy powerfully. Rosario clamped her eyes shut tightly, she'd been a virgin up until now and she could feel tha pain of her hymen being smashed down by the rabbit's invading member. Alex kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue into her mouth as his thickness pounded her once-virginal pussy, the wealthy rabbit stealing her virginity for the sake of a job. Rosario whimpered against his mouth as she was kissed, unable to keep from making soft sounds as he worked himself deep into her body, sending little shudders of pain and pleasure up her spine. It was very near rape, but she endured it.
Alex bucked his hips, his sexual power having not diminished one little bit with age, grunting and groaning as he rutted the Mexican bat without mercy, making the desk creak slightly with each strong thrust as he grabbed and squeezed her tits and bit her throat, the bat giving a little gasp of surprise, her body tightening around his erection. Rosario tilted her head back, quietly moaning as she went with the eb of his movements, too terrified of the consequences if she pushed him off.
"That's it, take it, bitch! Show me how much you want to work for me!"
Alex grunted and kept fucking her without pity, feeling his climax building deep in his nuts as he tortured her breasts, pinching and twisting her tender nipples. Rosario cried out at the nipple torturing, her face again showing a mixture of pleasure and pain, her breath coming in in little hiccups and whimpers as she looked up at him atop her.
"P-Ple-Please..." she begged.
"Unh... unnnhhh... unnhhh!" was Alex's only response.
He hit his climax and flooded her womb with his sticky, hot seed. Rosario sniffled, quietly panting as she looked down her body at him still hilted in her. She squirmed beneath him, trying to sit up, wanting to clean herself up. After all, she was a good Catholic.
"Unnhhh, fuck, that was... mmm... very pleasant..." Alex groaned, dully, as if in a dream state.
He pulled free, slid off of her, then knelt with some difficult on account of his knee, and promptly ate her pussy out, sucking out his own cum and swallowing it greedily. Rosario arched her back, unable to keep from moaning again, and so very close to orgasm when suddenly he stopped and pulled away. She whimpered. With his cum and her pussy juices on his lips, he rose and stretched, idly dabbing his mouth with a handkerchief.
"Mmm. You're hired."
"Th-Thank you, sir..." Rosario managed.
"You're welcome." He slid a finger into her snatch and slowly fucked her with it. She groaned quietly. "You'll report each day at 5 AM sharp. You'll dust, clean, serve dinner, answer the door, wash clothes, and do everything I, or any member of my family, asks you to do. Without fail." He smiled and slowed his fingering a little, the bat managing to nod, shuddering and gripping at her rosary tightly. "If you fail at any one of these tasks, even once, you'll be punished. The punishment will become more severe for each failure. If you complain, you'll be punished."
"Wh-What is the punishment, sir?"
"You'll find out," Alex said evilly, smirking. Pulling his finger free, he went and retrieved a cord bullwhip for emphasis, Rosario's eyes widening in terror. "Let's just say, that we're quite... medieval here."
He replaced the whip where he got it. He opened a drawer and took out a fierce-looking dildo with sparkling barbed wire wrapped around it. This made the bat sweat and clutch her rosary tighter, uttering a silent prayer to God. Turning, the nude rabbit walked back over to her, arms crossed.
"If you go to the police, you'll be beaten, raped and given to a very unsavory brothel. Payment will be $5.00 an hour. Any questions, my sweet little Frito Bandito?"
He uncrossed his arms and shoved his finger inside her again. She squealed and hurriedly shook her head.
"N-No! No questions, sir!" she managed to blurt.
"Good." Alex extracted his finger and sucked it clean of her fluids and sighed happily. "Now, get dressed, you begin work tomorrow. Talk to Dorian about your tasks for this evening. And remember. One single failure, and you can expect to scream in pain just as you screamed in pleasure. Get out."
Rosario sighed quietly, dressed as quickly as she could and ran out.
The End.