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Life in the Gerren Estate was fairly luxurious. It was a massive mansion owned by a single man, a very rich man who could be considered a humanitarian. He had admitted he didn't know what to do with all the money he received through his many business ventures, so he just gave most of it away. His business and what he did for a living isn't really the focus of this story though. But him being a generous person is important.

Mainly, it's important to one little girl. Her name is Abigail, a fourteen year old who's only remaining relatives are her grandparents. They had little money to their name, and were frail. Living off a meager retirement, they did odd jobs to help support the young Egyptian Mau and raise her. It was difficult for the elderly pair, but they managed. And she had wanted to do nothing but give back.

Through a few odd coincidences and coincidental circumstance we will pass over for now, they had garnered the attention of the current owner of the Gerren, and he did them a great favor. As a wealthy man who lived alone, the building was just far too much for him to handle. He often hosted parties and events inside it, and to do so alone would be impossible. So he hired maids and butlers. Servants, really.

He let little Abigail join his staff. She was a rather adorable thing when she was ten. Short and slightly pudgy. Black spots, gray pelt, fur short and soft with a few odd tufts here and there that disappeared as she grew older, and her belly and chest white with a few spatterings of black spots. Her eyes were a piercing yellow, wide and round with an innocence that most people found charming. Her ears were a bit large for most cats, but that was just a breed thing, and they were always pert and stood at attention. Coupled with her wide eyes, she looked very curious all the time. She was in short, very cute.

That only made the other staff resent her, only a little bit. Being so young and 'Adorable' as she was, no one believed she would pull her weight in duties. But she was determined to prove them wrong. She did, in fact, do just as much as the rest of her fellow hard workers, all people of poor upbringing and little privilege, and then some. She worked as hard as she could, and then more.

The other servants, a total of ten not including herself, took notice. It was nice, having friends. She had a very spotty education, her grandparents unable to afford putting her through the rather pricey schools that were in the area, so they did their best to teach her themselves. The other servants filled in the gaps, taking joy in being able to teach such a hard worker, someone who, despite being given the job out of pity, could understand their own hardships. She was the youngest by about fifteen years, and became something like a niece, or a daughter, or something of the sort to the rest of staff. It was rather pleasant.

Her attention to detail and dedication to doing everything she was asked got the attention of the master of the house. He began asking specifically for her assistance, always appreciative with how thorough and quick she was about her duties. He owned a rather large library, perhaps a bit cliche for a mansion but he was a lover of books and was an effective speed reader when he wanted to be.

He basically was who her life revolved around. He provided so much for her and her grandparents. He sought after the welfare of his servants and their families. She declined a formal schooling, even a private one, much preferring taking lessons from her fellow maids and manservants. They were far more personable and patient than she found other people to be. Though her experience with others was limited to the rich and privileged that often visited the massive home.

"I have nothing else to do with my money." He often said. "So isn't this better than letting it rot in a bank? Giving it to those who dedicate themselves to making my personal life easier is far more rewarding than buying cars that I'll never drive."

When he found out she was commuting to the mansion every day, he offered to arrange transportation. "You're not the one who is serving me." She would respond. And it was true, she wasn't a child of privilege, and refused to have something simply handed to her. Hard work was key! He then offered her lodgings, the same kind he offered his other servants. One of the many empty, smaller, rooms reserved for staff. Her grandparents made her accept the offer.

He was generous, kind, and in public he had a very eccentric personality. But he wasn't without his personal downfalls and vices.

Dave Freya Rathael was a very handsome man for his species. Most people referred to him as a "Raptor" but in reality he was a reptile of such mixed blood that his original species was impossible to be found. Comodo, Alligator, various species of snakes and land lizards and even some aquatic reptilian creatures... His appearance could be compared to a dog who was labeled as a mutt, his genetics so missed it's even possible there were some ancient dinosaur in there (Rather impossible but it sounds cool). Blue scaled skin mottled with green, sharp predatory teeth, thin, tall and lanky and odd fleshy spines that stood up atop his head. He had a very dignified air about him despite an admittedly ferocious appearance. And he was definitely popular with the ladies.

He brought home a new girl every week. Some of them were single, some of them were married. It mattered little to him. They were all very nice women... But they were never more than a quick lay. A one night stand. Bring 'em home 'n' fuck 'em. Then they went home, and that was that. As much as Abigail spent around the master of the house, she could tell rather easily that he was never truly satisfied. It wasn't uncommon she was about to knock on his door, and it would open to a rather disheveled Dave showing an equally exhausted looking woman of various species. They would thank him for his time and she'd show them to the door. She'd become jaded to it enough that she could only think about how recently she had his sheets washed.

His other little vice was alcohol.

Okay maybe it wasn't little. He didn't drink that often, but when he did she worried for his safety. The smell of booze that he occasionally emitted was strong enough to make her hold her nose. He drank a little every day, and always would he ask her to serve him in his study where he worked on this or that, paperwork for whatever business he was working with there, plans for a charity here, his journal up there... She knew what he liked to drink on every day of the week.

She easily became his favorite Maid. Her dedication was refreshing. It was also concerning, which he voiced often over her lack of a social life. "I don't have time for friends." She'd say. "I've gone this long without them, I'm sure I'll be fine." And after a year of that same type of response, he eventually gave up.

He started preferring her to tend to his personal matters, bringing her along to social functions as his escort. He quickly stemmed the flow of rumors or comments of him bringing such a young girl along with him. The odd "Child Molester" accusation even floated around every so often but that died away quickly as it came. Even if it were true, such things often were kept hush hush in the high circle. Everyone knew about his debauchery and drinking, just as how everyone knew about Mayor Phillip's love affair... With his cousin.

The truth was, they'd become... Friends, of sorts. Master and Servant. And unfortunately for young Abigail, spending so much time around him, technically the only male in her life of note, she fell in love with him. Oh, not just an infatuation. No, head over heels. She didn't know it yet, but she'd do anything he asked of her. A full year of biting her lip and averting her gaze whenever she helped him dress for an occasion. A full year of staring after him as he walked by. A full year of jealousy when she led a woman from his bedroom to the front door.

And that's where we look in on her life. The one week everything changed and spiraled into abnormality in the Master's Estate.

She waited at his door, rapped her knuckles on it three times, and waited. There was shuffling about from inside and a single thump, then the door opened. He looked an absolute wreck, but judging how it was tuesday, that was to be expect. She stared up at him for a moment before averting her gaze. He was naked, scaled chest and belly a soft cream color. Him answering the door naked was not uncommon, but recently staring at him in the buff made her feel....

She held out his day clothes, folded neatly in her arms and he took them, running a hand over the rubbery spines atop his head with a yawn. "Your coffee is waiting in the study, Sir." She took a chance and peeked in his doorway, and felt rather surprised he was alone. "No lady friend for me to escort to the door today?"

He gave her an odd look, his yellow eyes piercing into her making her fidget until she bowed her head, tail curling down around her leg. "S-sorry Sir, that was disrespectful."

He waved it off, his long tail swished behind him once, a sign that she had come to see as showing amusement. He ruffled her grey hair as he took the clothes. "It's fine, you're the only one who ever gives me lip. Don't change Abby." He smiled. When he smiled it was fairly intimidating for most people, his sharp predatory teeth showed, gleaming a bright white between his lips, and his eyes narrowed. But when he smiled at her, it always made her shiver, goosebumps pricked her skin and she averted her gaze. Again. "There's no midnight debauchery this week. Nor for the next few weeks. I have several events planned at the beginning of my weeks that are important to intend. I have a dress set aside for you on my bed, I'd like you to accompany me to a charity banquet this morning."

She looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "Are you sure? You could always bring one of those women... Oh, by the way. Some Whitney called. She wanted you to know it was a girl and she was going to name it after you." He winced and slid into his black slacks. She stepped up to him and helped him button his shirt and cuffs.

"Whitney... Whitney... Ah right, the woman who was divorcing her husband last year. Sweet gal, a kangaroo if I recall. She said she wanted to be a mother." He sniffed and smoothed his shirt down, patting the young mau's ears. "Thank you Abigail, but I'm not like my predecessor. He took prostitutes out to dinner and paid them for their time. You know I prefer attending these snooty dinners alone. I just thought I'd take a change of pace."

She shrugged as she slid up behind him, straightening his collar. "Your weekly... Conquests do tend to find it strange how nonchalantly you answer your door naked and allow a fourteen year old to come in and take your clothes to be washed. Speaking of which, won't people talk? They already think you're a child molester, and then bringing a fourteen year old escort who happens to be the youngest maid on your crew?"

He laughed and stepped away from her, motioning for her to stay. "Test the dress, if it doesn't fit have Courtney adjust it for you, otherwise come meet me in my study. We'll be leaving early this morning. It's another charity banquet. There'll be a lot of standing and pretending to enjoy talking to people who have no real idea of how the world beyond their massive egos and property values works." He left shortly after that, and Abigail let out a soft breath, plopping down on his bed.

She really hated acting so formal, but it was proper. She at least didn't have to worry about her poise or stance, the way she held herself. Their Master was very casual about those things. She doubt she had to even dress in the frilly little french maid costume the others loved dolling her up in. But she wanted to dress properly for the job, act appropriately for the atmosphere... She stared down at a small black bundle on his bed and picked it up. She'd much rather wear jeans and some old t-shirt for any occasion, but she was still a girl. As she unfurled it and held it up to her chest, staring at the body-length mirror in their Sir's bedroom, she let out a gasp.

She acted quickly, stripping, folding the clothes, setting them on end of the Master's bed and slid into the dress. She stood and posed in front of the mirror, unable but help a blush crawl up her neck and over her cheeks. The fabric was silky, it had a small sheen to it that caught the eye when light shone on it at a particular angle. It was slender, and hugged her hips and waist perfectly, a slit up the side allowed for free movement in the otherwise tight skirt. Being so young, she didn't have much of a chest. A handful of breast at most, but the dress made her smaller chest so appealing. It parted just above her navel and the material thinned up into straps that slung over her shoulders. It left a strip of furred flesh showing from the top of her stomach to her neck. It was completely bared in the back, and as she turned to glance at it, she had to admire herself. Her tail swished above her plump rear, a long stripe of ashen fur running from it up her spine.

Abigail stopped. "This is the dress I've been wanting to buy!" She shouted, only slightly outraged. For the past year she had been setting aside what little money she kept for personal use that she hadn't sent to her grandparents. She saw the dress in a rather lavish designer shop when the Sir was browsing for a tailored suit. Normally she wouldn't go gaga over a piece of cloth, but it was just so... She thought it was sexy. But this piece was obviously adjusted to fit her. She was shorter than your average female feline, a runt.

She pad barefoot down the hallway and burst into the Master's study, a large room that doubled as his personal library. Dark oak bookshelves lined every wall and books filled the shelves to the brim. It wasn't particularly tall, she only required a stool to reach the top shelf. She halted only slightly when he looked up at her. The lights were off and he had a fire going, casting a warm glow over his reptilian features. She shook her head to clear the forming haze and scowled. "Why this dress?" She said, a bit too firm.

He stared at her for a long moment before returning to lazily writing in the book in his desk. "Is it wrong for a Master to reward his servants every once in a while?" He stated rather matter of factly. She stopped and gave him a long stare. "The previous owner of the estate did as well. I happen to be very involved in the staff's lives. I saw you eyeing that little piece up last week." He gave her a grin that made her stomach do a flip. "It fits you rather nice."

She sputtered and quickly walked forward, smacking the top of the desk, her furred palms producing little more than a pair of 'Pamf!'s to fill the silence of the room. "But why this? I was gonna get it myself! I'm not helpless you know." Maybe she was being a bit obstinate, but she didn't want people to think she was fishing for favors from-

"Get ready to leave Abigail. Tell Timothy I want to leave in the limo today. We need to impress if we're going to convince people to give to the disaster relief." The conversation was obviously over, he didn't even look back up to her. She winced, realizing she may have offended him by being so opposed to... Honestly, a completely unimportant matter. It was a gift, after all.

"Yes Sir. Right away, Sir." She said quietly, bowing her head and stepping backwards out the door. She sighed and held a hand to her chest. Actually the gesture was very appreciated. It just made her feel helpless, never having received much in the way of gifts save from her fellow staff.

Dave looked up at the open door as she left, his grin returning. "Dress to impress, darling."

The party was as boring as he imagined it would be. It took place in a rather lavish hall, marble pillars, expensive teak panelling and a beautiful limestone tile. It was so over the top that he had to wonder what the owner was compensating for. He had given a speech earlier to rally donations for the relief in the recent hurricane stricken area. "I'd much rather be arms deep in sewage digging out a child than be neck deep in stiffs like this." He muttered under his breath. Abigail stifled a giggle beside him in the back of her palm. "Remember Abby, don't talk too much. These people can only speak narcissism and bullshit."

Ah, speaking of narcissism... He turned to one of the most hideous dresses he'd ever seen. It was white, lined with shiny jewels, and far too tight for the busty woman who wore it. It was only half as hideous as the ridiculous fur styling of the poodle who wore it. "Hello dave, darling! I haven't spoken to you in ages!" She put on her most winning smile as she approached and held out her hand to him.

What was her name? Tanya? Turkey? Oh right. "Hello Tabitha." He said rather dryly. "Still basking in the limelight of your marriage are you?" The woman was a gold digger. But she was a gold digger with a fortune. Inherited from her ex-husband. He had committed suicide, a good man so it was a shame, but he often thought it a way to escape the idiot who he married. She was as disloyal as they came.

"Oh... you." Was all she said. She looked rather disappointed that he brought her husband up. It was no secret to the community that the woman wanted him. She had since she saw him for the first time... Six months ago. Her current husband is a corporate mogul who was highly supportive of the relief efforts, mainly due to the fact that he was currently running a campaign to take mayor at the end of the year. All politics and lies, much like the woman standing in front of him.

Her heels clacked as she shifted uncomfortably, and it only took her a few seconds to abandon the attempt at seeming friendly. She lift her arm up under her chest, which was on gross display. She had so much cleavage and side boob showing that he thought she looked like a two dollar whore. He would know, he'd picked one up before. Biggest mistake of his life. She probably thought she looked coy, judging from the way she lidded her eyes. He barely noticed over the poofy hair atop her head that demanded attention. "I'm still waiting your reply for dinner to discuss the-"

He WAS simply going to turn around and walk away but Abigail interrupted. Perhaps he was going to be a bit rude, but he just spent three hours chatting idly with snobs and billionaires and corporate businessmen who thought their shit could go on the market for a hundred dollars a pound.

"Wine, Sir?" She said, stepping up beside him with a clack of her heels on the floor and offering him a glass. He looked down to her and accepted it. He hated wine, it was just so tame. A drink for children, he thought. She idly sipped from a glass of her own, and wrinkled her nose. Perhaps she thought the same.

The poodle turned her nose up. Not a lot, just enough to tell her irritation at being interrupted. "And who might you be?" She asked. She managed to reduce the disdain in her tone from being interrupted enough that it would only curdle milk.

"Abigail. I'm the Lord's escort for the evening." She said, perhaps a bit too confidently. He did his best to hide his mischievous grin. "I'm here to keep his head out of trouble for the benefits of his business and staff." He failed when he heard the emphasis she put on 'out'. The innuendo was not lost on the woman who took on a look of shock.

"Why I never! What exactly are you trying to imply?" She narrowed her eyes and managed to make her snarl look dignified. "Aren't you a bit young?" Suddenly the snarl turned into a smirk. It looked misplaced on her. "Don't tell me, Dave, the rumors are true."

He offered a blank stare, a toothy grin spreading across his reptilian snout. "Oh, absolutely. What, did you think I'd sully my bed with old baggage? Come along Abby, we have more stuffed wallets to con." The little feline giggled and took his arm, walking away with the older lizard the best she could in those darn, awkward heels, the poodle's jaw agape.

After they'd gotten a short distance the Master's amusement vanished. "This reminds me why I host my own parties. These people are corrupt and can't see past their own noses. We're leaving the moment I'm finished with my presentation. Try to look awed, it'll make narcissists leave you alone."

And then she was alone. It wasn't all that bad, waiting beside a marble pillar. She got to enjoy the feeling of the fitting little dress. A serving boy bowed to her as he approached and gave her a smile. A polar bear, a bit chubby, her age, but prim and proper in the way he held himself. She didn't even notice him, the way it should be with good servers. "Hello m'lady. Are you dissatisfied with the wine?" He motioned to her glass that she'd barely touched.

"Nhh, not a big fan of alcohol in general. Sorry, I know it's a big waste. It's probably something real expensive too. And don't be so formal, my day job is the same as yours." She gave him the glass and slumped back against the pillar as he grinned even wider, replacing the delicate piece of ware with one filled to the brim with something red.

"No worries, you're dressed the part so the least I can do is give a pretty girl a compliment. You'll like this stuff, a lot sweeter. You'll think it's juice. Besides, if someone doesn't like the wine, it just gives us an excuse to ah... Appreciate our Master's choices." He smiled as she took the offered glass and held it up to her lips... And felt fairly surprise. He was right, it was sweet! She took a long draw from it, and almost drained it in an instant. Drinks were a luxury that, while she had access to, she felt wasn't necessary.

"U-uh... I don't suppose there's... more? I'm bored as shit." She squeaked as he laughed, ears flattened in her embarrassment. He winked and drained the white wine she rejected.

That was how her time was spent. She didn't exactly know when she crossed the threshold of "I'm just fine" into "I don't think I've actually been drunk before." She barely paid attention to her surroundings, five glasses later, and all her focus was standing up straight. True to her master's word, he appeared shortly after making some fancy worded speech about how all the snob's support in the Gerren foundation's disaster relief was appreciated, something something the previous owner's business ventures something something...

She was gone. Dave frowned as he guided her to their limo that awaited them outside. When did she fetch the chauffeur? "You're a fool Abigail." Was all he said, helping her into the vehicle, slumping into the seat next to her. Her eyes were drawn to his twitching tail between them. She'd never paid attention to it before. It had the cutest little tufty feath- "Are you even listening to me?"

She snapped to attention and stared him directly in the eyes. She smiled a wide smile and giggled. "Your eyes are pretty." He groaned as she started laughing, falling against his arm to support herself. She hiccuped as he adjusted her back into the seat, staring out the window. He actually cared little what those fleshy bags of money said about him. The rumors were he was heavily into debauchery, and prefered young girls. Bringing Abigail along with him was spiteful.

His grin was mischievous, full of sharp, predatory teeth as he stared out the window. The old bags wouldn't care. The more money you had, the less likely anyone spoke out against any unsightly habits or hobbies. The current bunch of rich twigs were all corrupt. Every one of them had a dirty secret. He preferred picking out his guests by hand, but this was a charity banquet started by someone else. They'd already earned a fair share of monetary support from people who didn't care so he wasn't feeling to hurt to leave.

His eyes caught sight of a woman as she walked along the sidewalk beside the city road they were now traversing, stuck at a stoplight. A slight shift against his arm brought his attention to Abigail beside him. She looked up at him with wide, unfocused eyes. "Munh.. Muhuh." She smacked her lips twice. "I cunt feel meh lips. Fuh." He gave a small chuckle and gave the top of her head a pat.

"This is why I don't allow my employees to drink while on duty." She shrugged and slumped back against his arm as his gaze travelled back to the attractive skunk. She was short, curvy, big bosomed, and definitely a mother, albeit rather young, judging from the twins who were nagging each other beside her. He could see they were just leaving the museum behind them, and his expression fell just a bit at the sight of the male the woman gazed amorously at.

"Why d-don' ya ever lookit me like that?" He turned his head and regarded his serving girl beside him carefully. "T-tha's why ye put me inna dress, innit?" She hiccupped, and he leaned his head back, her face far too close to his. "I e'en tried t-ta... Tried to walk sexy fo-for you. Wea-wear those lil m-maid outfits you gimme all th' time... I-I'm jus' a lit'le girl afferall." Her speech was growing further and further slurred, eyes lidding slowly.

He gently eased her away, pressing her back into her seat and pulled off his jacket, wadding it up and bracing it on his shoulder. She took the hint and flopped her head unceremoniously against it with a light yawn. And then was out like like a candle in the rain. "You're a very loyal, confusing, sweet girl, Abby. Don't ever change."

She stood up and held a hand to her forehead. With a low moan at the angry hammer currently pounding into her noggin, she took a chance and looked over at the small clock on her bedstand. "One?" She whispered. Jesus, either she didn't sleep at all, or she slept forever.

She sniffed and combed her fingers through her short gray locks and mumbled at how messy and unruly they were. She felt sticky, and gross, and really wanted a shower. The issue was that the world was still spinning.

With a grunt, she pulled herself out of bed, checked her sleep clothes and stumbled through the halls toward the servant's showers. Her head made it hard to navigate, the mansion which was relatively easy to find your way through was like a maze to her poor hangover addled mind. At least the lights were low, everyone asleep except perhaps her master's bodyguard who often roamed the halls at night. She came to a door on auto-pilot and turned the handle. This late at night she'd have the bathing room to herself. She could probably soak in the bath, no one would bother coming here so late unless they were up to no good.

She looked up and blinked as steam wafted out from the now open door. The bleariness in her eyes instantly cleared, and there standing in the doorway was the Master. "H-how did I end up in the Master's wi-" Her brain halted as she finally registered the sight before her.

Dave stood there, staring at her blankly completely nude. That wasn't abnormal, she'd seen him naked quite often, the sight of the Sir's scaled, toned stomach and smooth chest practically burned into her memory by now. The issue laid between his legs... As a reptilian, he had a slit hiding his junk. She'd never actually seen a penis, much less his, and it was standing proud. It was pink, rather long, and tapered, far thicker at the base than the skinny tip, and as she stared, her breath lodged in her throat, she watched a clear drop of.. SOMETHING drip from it's tip to the floor.

Her eyes shot open and she turned around, bowing low. "S-sorry Sir! I-I didn't realize you were in here!" She stammered. "I-I was just looking to bathe a-and I don't know how I managed to leave the servants quarters I was probably just very tired I-I'm sorry I interrupted y-" She clamped her mouth shut as she felt a hand on her shoulder pull her back into a stand.

He forcefully turned her around, and with a deep breath, returning oxygen to her now poor deprived lungs, kept her gaze up at his face. His expression was entirely unreadable, and she couldn't help but sweat. Well, figuratively, as a feline she was incapable of sweating, her tail curled down around her leg as her brain ran a million miles a minute, and suddenly several key things settled into her brain.

She wasn't wearing pants. Her sleep clothes, which normally consisted of pants, were currently nothing more than a ridiculously large shirt buttoned only half way and the panties she wore from the previous day. Two, she couldn't even remember changing, couldn't remember getting into bed. Hell, she didn't even remember leaving the (boring) ball. Her confusion must have shown on her face, because Dave chose to speak up at that moment as he bore his brilliant yellow slitted eyes into her. And then her headache returned with a vengeance.

"You were drunk, very very drunk. You're such a ridiculous girl." She squeezed her eyes shut and willed the pain in her head under control before letting out a breath and met his gaze, feeling only a fraction calmer at his worried expression. "I'm sorry I kind of... Got lazy, looking for something for you to sleep in. I didn't want to ask the other maids to fetch something. They would scold me for letting you get into such a state."

His gaze suddenly hardened. "That was very irresponsible of you. You were so out of it... What if one of those older men had decided to take advantage of you? They all have so much money that no one would think twice of them leading you away. Because they wouldn't care. Who is going to take the word of a poor servant girl over that of a billionaire? He'll sweep you under the rug like of all of his other problems."

She lowered her gaze, bowing her head lightly in apology. She immediately regretted it, as her eyes locked onto the odd shaft jutting from his crotch. "Now Abigail. I am going to be honest with you." His grip tightened on her shoulder. "And I want you to answer me truthfully." She gave her head only the slightest of nods.

She looked up to meet his gaze again. "You work so incredibly hard. I realize you do it to prove something. But I don't know what it is anymore. You do things I don't make any of the other's, take on tasks that hadn't been done in years. You even clean the upstairs rooms without being asked, even if they hadn't been used in... Who knows how long." His eyes narrowed, and the look on his face made her shiver. Really, just him looking at her had that effect on him. "I know everything about the staff who take care of this home, and you're not excluded. You aren't working simply to get into my good graces anymore. It's to keep your position as the one who I call on personally, isn't it?"

"I-I... It's just..." She bit her lip and averted her gaze as she so often did. He squeezed her shoulder, and she felt a claw dig lightly into her skin.

"Answer me." His tone was cold... Gentle, but cold. Like he was scolding a child.

"Y-Yes Sir. It is." She said after a short moment. He chuckled and loosened his grip. Why was he holding her so hard?

"I always thought so. The expression on your face whenever you walk in on me with a women, it's jealousy. Am I wrong?" She couldn't tell what he was thinking at all, despite the sudden playful tone, his face was hard.

"Y-yes... I mean no sir." Her ears laid atop her head and she didn't even bother looking at him, turning her gaze off to something in the distance.

His hand started pushing down. It didn't take much effort, she shifted her focus forward, sinking to her knees without a fight. Her eyes lifted, and watched him stare down at her, his shaft only inches from her nose. She could smell it, and the way he was staring down at her, unblinking, sent a shiver from her toes to her ears. She felt anxious. Nervous. Terrified. She shuddered when she felt a drop of the Master's pre hit her thigh. "You told me you wanted me to look at you like I look at the women I bring home. I'm ashamed to admit that you've caught my attention, now. This is what I was left with when I thought to change you into bed clothes. I had to stop, keep myself from using you in your sleep. You're still so young, I brought you here to help someone in need... Is this what you want, Abigail?"

The way he said her name, so stern, as if he were giving her an order... The fur on the back of her neck stood up, and her heart started thumping in her chest. It felt like it was going to pop out! It took her a moment to realize he was asking her, and she felt a heat rise from her chest to the tips of her ears, it was heavy and oppressive. Her eyes turned down to the reptilian cock now in front of her nose, and she laid her ears back. She let herself lean in, simply unable to resist.

She had developed a strong feeling for the Master. She had envied the women he brought home, only treating them with a short respect, enough that she was professional, showing them to the door. She thought nothing of them after that, only happy to get rid of them. She loved Dave, and though she highly doubted she was ready for this...

"Yes Master." She muttered, reaching up and wrapping her fingers delicately around his cock, marveling at it's warmth. Her lips lightly touched the leaky tip, her tongue darting out to lick it. It tasted fairly sour. She looked up to him, her hand wrapping firmly around his shaft, and slid her fingers up it. It was incredibly hot, completely in contrast to what she thought a cold blooded creature would feel like. Maybe he wasn't entirely reptilian then?

He moved his hand from her shoulder to the top of her head, his fingers slipping through her hair. "I don't normally enjoy this position, Abigail." He said with a low growl. "But seeing such an obedient girl such as yourself on your knees at my request is making me change my mind. Don't take too long."

She made a small noise in affirmative, and took in a deep breath, before sliding her head forward. Being entirely inexperienced at this, she could only assume to suck in her teeth, letting her lips cover them as she slid his tip past them. Then she eased forward, closing her eyes as it inched toward the back of her throat. As a cat, her tongue was naturally a bit dry, but as his essence dripped over it, flooding her mouth with a taste and spreading it's musk about her muzzle, filling her nose... Her mouth watered, tongue lapping softly at the surprisingly soft, pliable flesh of his erect dick. It was big enough she was only able to fit half of it, her admittedly small hand still wrapped fully around it's base. And then she was lost as to what to do from there.

So Dave helped her and pulled his hips back. He gave a grunt and thrust forward, her hand keeping him from hilting in her throat, which she was grateful for. He didn't make any motion to urge her to remove her hand, he wasn't rough, he simply just started humping his now incredibly slick shaft between her lips. She squeezed her lips and swallowed, a soft purr rising against her will from her chest as the action caused him to gasp, grunt, and slide his length between her lips a bit slower. She gazed up, and met his eyes. His expression was soft, and as he stared down at her, he slowed his hips.

She let out a small mewl of surprised, muffled by the shaft in her mouth, at the sudden intense flavor of his precum squirting over her tongue. He slowly pulled out, and she let him go, licking her lips and turning her head downward. "S-sorry, Sir. Was it good?"

He laughed and reached down, pulling her up to her feet and shoving her back towards the opposite end of the hall. She hit the wall with a slight jarring thud and he leaned in. He flicked his thin, serpentine tongue over one of her ears, and her eyes shot open wide, a sudden thrill shooting up her spine at his shift in gears. "It was very good, little Kitty. I'm going to give you this chance to stop. I can't promise that I feel the same about you the way I know you do me. I wont promise that I will." His fingers deftly unbuttoned the few buttons that held the shirt she wore, and yanked it off her. She gave no resistance, and rest her hands on his upper arms as his fingers slid down her bared sides, tracing the subtle curves of her young developing body. She didn't quite have breasts yet, but he still traced a finger over the small nub of her nipples, her lips parting to breath a mew.

Then he hooked his thumbs in her panties, and with absolutely no hesitation shoved them down. She stepped out of them and stared up at him, unable to deny that the situation was definitely turning her on. He grabbed her ass, without any warning, and hefted her up, digging his fingers into the cush of her plump, young butt. She slid her thighs up to rest lightly on his hips, back pressed against the wall. He had her utterly pinned, making her feel helpless. She realized then and there it was a sensation she was going to utterly love.

He had that predatory grin again, directed at her, and she shivered, a small moan easing up from her rumbling chest without any stimulation. That meant it was all the more intense when she felt the hot, slick tip of his cock grind up against her labia. She mewled pathetically, unable to deny the feeling of his shaft sliding against her plump, virgin lips was... Intoxicating. His nose traced down the side of her neck, and he gave it a sharp nip. Nothing hard, but in her aroused state, the pain simply felt amazing. "S-sir..." She whimpered, biting into her lip as her eyelids fluttered shut.

He slid his hips back, stopping as his tip drug through the crevasse of her labia, and leaned back to meet her eye. Her mind went a million miles a minute. "Is it going to hurt?" She thought. "How bad? Will it feel good? Is my hymen still intact? Will I bleed?" They were all thoughts that slid through her head, but she couldn't help but think the most important one was "Will he be pleased?"

He didn't say anything, just let out a low growl as he pushed forward. The initial stretch of her vagina was relatively easy, but the further his tapered shaft eased in, the wider her flesh stretched, the harder she gripped his shoulders and the louder her rumbling purr grew. But then it all turned to pain, and with a loud cry she shoved her face against his chest. He nuzzled his snout softly between her ears as he simply pushed on. Inch after inch of that thickening cock spearing into her virgin flesh. It wasn't a mind numbing pain as perhaps she thought it would be, it was just very sharp. Like receiving a shot. It burned afterwards, and she was vaguely aware that he tilted her chin up.

The pain melted to a dull burn, like a bee sting, as he pressed his lips to hers. She had never kissed anyone before, not like a lover, so she simply let him lead. His lips parted and tongue swiped against her lips, tilting his head. She complied with the silent request and gave a soft groan, her purr returned, she didn't even notice she stopped, and hissed in a breath through her nose as he pulled his cock back, leaving her still sore cunt feeling... Empty. He only pulled out a little, immediately shoving back in. Deeper this time, and she felt him shudder against her. She suckled his thin tongue, it so long and flexible, he could practically shove it down her throat.

He was gentle, for those first few moments, maintaining the kiss and picking the pace up. She gripped his hips with her legs tighter, eventually settling into a rhythm as a pleasure cleared the fog of discomfort. Oh sure, it was still uncomfortable, every thrust meant another tiny bit of his widening cock stretched her further. She felt him grin against her lips, and pulled away, her head darting forward in chase, letting out a small moan of frustration, but he buried his face against the side of her neck, and she could HEAR him take in a deep breath. "You smell good, Abigail. You feel wonderful." He whispered into her fur, and she flushed, biting her lip and enduring the best she could as inch after inch of reptilian dick spread her open.

And then he bottomed out. She let out a quiet gasp, and somehow could just... tell that his cock bent, ever so slightly, as it mashed against her cervix. He growled, almost in displeasure, and pulled his hips back, his teeth grazed her flesh beneath the fuzz of her neck, and he thrust.

He hilted, his cock pressing so hard against her inner barrier that she yelped in pain, a small hiccup catching her breath as coupled with the feeling of the thickest part of his cock spreading her wide open. And then he did it again. And again. A haze built up in her mind as he abandoned that gentleness he started with, and simply started fucking her.

She bounced and slid against the wall, bottom lightly thumping against the dark oak panelling, and she let out a strained mewl. Her feline brain allowed her the luxury of deriving pleasure from the rough treatment, that discomfort becoming desirable as the strong male fucked her senseless. Or perhaps, with the way everything started feeling so INTENSE, he was fucking into her senses.

She wrapped her arms behind his neck as he slowed down, his breaths coming out in shallow pants, hot against her neck. "You live to serve me, don't you Abby?" He growled into her shoulder. She could only claw lightly at his back as he punctuated with a particularly rough thrust, giving a weak nod against the side of his head. "Then I'll do to you as I please."

She whimpered at his words, a sudden strong desire building in the pit of her stomach, and he resumed his thrusting. This time it was far less rough, and just more... Thorough. He pulled his dick out, to the tip, and slammed his hips back against her thighs, leaving her to claw at his back again and let out a small whimper. He repeated this a few times, but to her it felt neverending. Her cunt twitched, spasmed, and suddenly her world went white. She squeezed her eyes shut as the pleasure shot through her body, pussy clamping down on the cock buried deep in her. Her mouth hung open, her purr so loud that he could feel it against his chest. And then he sank his teeth into her shoulder, the pain sent her orgasm to a shocking new level.

He came in that same moment, the rhythmic clenching of her muscles around the thick cock from the strong male that stuffed her simply too much for him. He didn't spare the virgin anything. Thick jets of sticky semen poured into her tightened, hungry cunt. He ground his hips into her crotch, pushing his cum deeper into her as she whined, his cock stretching and sliding about her now cum-soaked tunnel forcing excess seed to dribble from her pussy, thick white strands oozing down onto the floor.

She finally came off her high, it was slow progress, but reality returned to her, and she went limp against the wall as he continued to gently bump his hips against her and grind his seed into his favored Maid. "S-sir..." She quietly whimpered, and he released her neck. He pulled himself away from her, blood on his lips. She didn't realize he had literally bit her until the taste of copper filled her mouth as he gave her a short lived kiss. He let her catch her breath and slid one of his arms behind her back before slowly retreating his hips. She whimpered, the soft, slick noise reaching her ears and the feeling of his cock leaving her sensitive cunt sending goosebumps trailing up her arms. He looked down to examine his handiwork.

What a sight, she decided. Her thighs were a mess, and could feel the cum oozing slowly down over the curve of her butt. Her thigh fur was white, so it was fairly easy to see the blood. Strands of cum was also very literal, a stretchy string still attached to her lips had oozed all the way down to the floor. She shivered and looked up at him, and he stared back. "Yes, Abigail?"

"T-thank you." She muttered quietly, and he set her down. He held her shoulder as she lost her balance, standing unsteadily, legs wobbly and thighs sore. "I-I... Sir, I-" She was interrupted by the sound of a tray dropping to the floor, and they both looked over to see Thomas, an old dingo, also the cook, staring at them. "I-I uh... Master Frey... I'm sorry I interrupted." He bowed and slowly backed away, the reptilian lord of the house's face slowly growing a mischievous grin.

"Thomas." He said, and the old man stopped and stood up straight. Abigail hid behind Dave, hiding her modesty the best she could behind him. "When the other servants wake, have them bring Abby's things to my room. All of them."

"Sir?" The mau questioned, lying her ears back atop her head. "I-I wouldn't want to be a bother. I-I only aim to serve..." She stared down at the floor, realizing that, since she had been caught, news of the Master screwing the youngest of the house would spread quickly. Would they think badly of her? Would they give her shit for it? She felt a mild fear, but... She bit her lip and looked up at him when she realized he was staring at her. "I don't want to be an inconvenience, I realize that if people found out about this incident, it would sully your name."

He sneered, it wasn't a pleasant look. "You think I care what other people think? That's insulting. A young girl confessed her love for her Master and give herself to him. I took you here and now. I take what I want. Just because I'm not returning your feelings doesn't mean I'll cast you aside after I've used you like I do the women I bring here. I tell them there will be nothing." He turned to the older man who regained his composure, a true testament to his experience. "Thomas, you may set my morning tea on my bedstand. Abigail... I think it's time we head to the bath."

She whimpered quietly and bowed her head, a sudden feeling that it'd be a long night growing in the pit of her stomach. "Yes, Sir." She mumbled, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, bending enough to place his lips to her forehead.

"I should thank you really. You may be young, but I consider you a woman. It's been a long time since someone has loved me. The night isn't over yet, we'll take a lazy day tomorrow, everyone on the staff can take a paid day off." He slid his hand down to close around hers, and she couldn't help but squeeze it.

"Yes, Sir." She offered weakly as he led her into his bedroom. "How long have you known?"

He chuckled and pushed her inside his private bathroom, amusement growing at Abigail's gasp as she noticed the Master was still... hard. Very hard. "I know everything about my servants Abby. I've known for a long time. Now...Run the bath, I'm not done with you yet."

"Y-yes, Master."