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The drive home was hell, just like it was every Friday. Commuting from the country to the city and back wasn't fun, but once you got home, it was divine. There were no neighbors and no salesman; just peace and quiet. Today, it was going to be a simple matter of eating and relaxing. And by relaxing Morlena meant doing absolutely nothing.

There wasn't even going to be any dress-up tonight.

She pulled the black Merc into the garage. The leather seats grumbled a little as she twisted and turned. She gathered her bags and went inside. The aroma of food wafted though the air. Maria had outdone herself again!

The petite ermine made a little bob of acknowledgement as she entered the kitchen. "Evening madam."

"Hello Maria. Whatever you've fixed, it smells divine."

"Thank you madam. "

She turned to a different subject. "Where is Gregory?"

"He is likely cleaning in the shed sharpening the tools madam. He spent the day trimming all of the topiaries."

"Did he now? I'll have to inspect them tomorrow." Raccoons were known to be good with their paws. That came in handy at times, but not tonight.

"Tell him; and this goes for you too, tell him that you both are free from any obligations or restrictions tonight. Once I eat, I don't what to see you or hear you. Am I understood?"

"Yes madam. Do you wish for some wine with your meal?"

"No. Make it a martini. In fact, make me one now. I'm so tense I could flog a horse."

"Yes madam!"

Morlena sank into a chair and was surprised when the cook (among her other responsibilities) arrived with a perfectly shaken drink...in an oversized glass.

"I thought perhaps madam might need a double."

A sip showed that not only was it a double, it was also a bit on the strong side. Maria was a gem.

"It's perfect dear. Now bring my food and go find Gregory and you both eat. After that I don't care what you do for the evening."

"Yes madam."

The primly dressed wolverine was as tough as executives came, but she was often wound up tighter than the bindings on a mummy by the time she got home. There was only so much you could do to a flunky in the office within the legal boundaries set by the law. She normally eased that tension at home, in the basement; but tonight she just wanted to forget about such things. Work had a way of clinging to her like a second skin.

She glanced at her attaché and her briefcase, but sighed and ignored them. There would be time over the weekend for that. She dug her fork into her meal, yelled for another martini and smiled (a rarity) when she was brought another in a large glass. This one was even stronger.

She ate, flipped on the news and watched it for a while, sipping at the potent vodka and vermouth based concoction in her glass. After a while the television got a little out of focus, and she wondered why she was suddenly so tired. Maria had really packed a punch into those drinks. She would have to thank the darling tomorrow.

A few minutes later the glass hit the floor. The remaining ice and the lone olive rolled across the hardwood. The melting cubes quickly turned to miniature puddles.

When she awoke, she was uncertain that she actually had. She seemed awake, but she couldn't see and there wasn't a sound to be heard. What she did note, however, was the sensation. It was probably the one that had stimulated her.

Someone was fucking her in the ass!

For that matter, someone was fucking her up the front too!

She struggled for a moment before realizing that she was tightly secured to a frame. It had to be her frame. In her basement! What the hell was going on?!

She tried to speak, but found her mouth to be filled with an obstruction that could only be a ball gag. No one dared to use one of those on her!

She tried to gather her wits about her, but she was suddenly terrified. She was always the one in charge. Now she was the subordinate, and an unwilling one at that. She knew that she had been betrayed by her staff, for no one could have gotten into the house without help. She felt an unfamiliar shiver of excitement run through her.

If she lived through this experience she was going to thank them, and then fire their asses.

Speaking of ass, the feeling coming from there was rough. To be honest, she had never let anyone ever near that hole, but now someone had taken the liberty of penetrating it and was pounding away with the ferocity of a corporate attorney. She was thankful that whoever it was wasn't equipped like a horse. If that were that case she'd be using a commode as her office chair for the next week.

She struggled against her bonds again to no avail. Whoever did this either had help or knew what they would be doing. If she got lose, even a single polished claw, there would be hell to pay. Oh, she was beginning to get off on this, have no doubt, but no one took advantage of her without proper authorization. She had given no such release to anyone. It would be a cold day in hell that she came under the sway of another.

The one pounding her ass had the nerve to use her beautifully groomed and carefully trimmed tail as a leverage point. She could feel the paws grasping it tightly, and from the feel of those paws, she figured it was someone half her size. Whoever was underneath her, well that was a different story. The cock in her pussy was enormous, and the welder of it was slow and methodical. She could feel the tip driving in against her cervix before it slid out. It was a determined action; sensual and maddening at the same time. She could deal with the one in her back door far easier than this slow torture in her front. She wished that whoever it was would just rape her and get it over with.

Being in her full leather suit made it nigh close to impossible to obtain any sensory stimuli outside of what she was feeling internally. She normally made her pets, that is to say, her servants perform these duties on each other and on special occasions, to herself. She liked being in charge all the time, whether it was at business or at home. Actually, especially at home. This was her private domain!

The one on her ass was getting his jollies, of that she had no doubt. He was pounding away like he was punishing her for even existing. She wondered belatedly how many times already he had pumped her ass full. She had no idea how long she had been out cold. Even now, she could feel his pace quicken, and the sudden contraction of his cock as his fluids erupted into her inner sanctum.

She waited for him to withdraw, but his cock remained hard. He was durable, she'd give him that. She had to give Gregory pills to keep him going. Heck, after the fifth or sixth ejaculation he was done. And that was when he was doing the ermine! She was a cute little thing and her attractiveness was one of the reasons she had gotten the job as cook. Oh well, yes. Her cooking skills were great, but this job had duties beyond mere food.

The cock in front was still plugging away, though she sensed that whoever it was had picked up the pace, perhaps not wanting to be left out of the fun. The knocking on her uterus became more rapid and persistent until the action became almost violent. But instead of the expected gush of heat, there was nothing. How very sad!

All that work for nothing.

The two went at it again, and by now Morlena was getting into it. She hadn't even thought about the office or anything since waking up. That was a first. Of course, it wasn't until later that she actually remembered that she hadn't been weighed down with business matters. It had been the first time she had actually forgotten everything but the present. Right now, the present was very, very satisfying.

As it was, she let go of a sigh and tensed up her holes. If they were going to have her, they were going to work for it!

Gregory grunted as his mistress's ass clinched down around his cock. He knew she was a tightass, but this was the first time he had ever had the nerve to try this stunt. Before, he always did as he was told. Maria had suggested it, and while his mistress had been knocked out, he was fine with it. Now that he knew she was awake, he was feeling pretty nervous.

Maria was grinding away with the biggest strap-on the mistress had, and her little body was tiring from the effort of thrusting it in. He had to give her credit for the idea, or maybe he should say the blame. If the mistress ended up pissed off, he was going to be running for cover. He wasn't a coward, but then, when confronted with the wrath of someone like his boss, even a bull might think twice.

But the squeeze on his cock seemed to indicate, to his fearful frame of mind, that she was getting into it. When the contractions became regular, he knew that her body was reacting positively, even if the mind supporting it wasn't. He cut loose again, raging away on her ass until he felt his balls shrivel from the amount of his sperm he had been ferociously pumping into her bowels. There had to be plenty in there now, sloshing in time with his thrusts.

He knew what this exclusive job had entailed when he joined the staff here, but tonight was the first time he had really gotten any real enjoyment out of his part. He was a guy after all, even if he was just the gardener. Guys liked being the dominant ones.

Maria was exhausted. Normally she was the one tied down, but today she had free reign. Greg had requested the hole where he could cause the most pain, though whether or not that was the case was yet to be determined. Mistress was a strange person at times. It was hard to say what she liked and didn't like. Maria figured that if they were going to get sacked for this, he wanted to be able to say that he had his dick in her ass. He even snapped a photo, but since you couldn't tell who was under all of that leather, it would prove to be of little value except as a memento.

Besides, the strap-on would have been much more painful.

The two servants eventually wound down their activities. "What should we do with her?"

Maria shrugged. "I say leave her here. She's done it to us in the past. And I think I had better write her a note for in the morning. After all, she did say she didn't want to hear or see us for the night. And she did say we could do anything we wanted. She might want an explanation nonetheless in case she doesn't see it that way."

Greg just laughed. "I'm not sure she's going to buy that as an excuse."

Morlena couldn't hear them of course, but it didn't matter. She was pleasantly drifting back off to sleep. She hardly noticed when she was released and carried up the stairs to her bedroom. All night she had the most pleasant dreams.

In the morning, she angrily slapped the alarm until it was silenced. She stretched and opened her eyes. She was in her bed, which didn't quite jive with her memory of the night before. On the bedside table was a single red rose, a pot of tea, and some freshly baked biscuits and honey.

She smiled with just a touch of irony.

I've been paying them far too little for far too long. But heck, I'll let them sweat it out first. Anything else just wouldn't be me.