Maid To Order  (Peril, nudity, extreme fetish situations)
(c) Reiver, 2016 

 The letter couldn't have come at a better time.

 It isn't every day that you receive a job offer in the mail; let alone one that promises to solve all your problems.

 After having burned down the library for the third time, her bosses weren't willing to give her another chance and had cut her loose a few days ago. She hadn't even had the time to submit any new applications when the letter arrived - on genuine goldleaf paper and hand-written with shimmering (and expensive-looking) ink. While being somewhat vague, it promised to make use of her unique talents, claiming she would be "generously compensated." If whoever was behind this could afford to send golden letters, she believed it! Besides, just reading the letter made her feel like this was something she had to do.

 For a black dragonness like Moira, it was too good an opportunity to pass up. Walking to her new employer's quaint two-storey house, she felt confident that, for once, she was going to pull off a job right no matter what! She had learned from past mistakes and she could handle it. This time the outcome was going to be different!

 Afixed to the door was a golden envelope. Amazed that no one passing by had tried to steal it, the jobseeker snatched it quickly. On the outside it read: 

'For Moira the dragon ONLY

ALL OTHERS GO VOLUNTEER IN FRANCINE`S KITCHEN

Instructions: read before entering'. 

 She sliced it open carefully with a claw, drawing out yet another handwritten note. "Welcome to your new employment! You will find your uniform inside; please change into it right away. I do not want to see you in pedestrian clothes. It will speak for itself as to what your duties are."

 Entering the front hallway, the dragon's jaw dropped open. Hanging from a clothes rack was a perfectly-tailored french maid's outfit. She arched an eyebrow as the dress was sized up... exactly her shape. And no tags, either... someone definitely knew more about her than they were letting on. A new job, a new outfit... Well, at least they didn't expect her to work naked or anything. Cleaning, huh? She wondered how, exactly, this was going to be a "use of her unique talents," but figured it was worth giving it a go for at least one night. Failing to notice the nearby clicking sounds coming from a portrait across the hall, she calmly stripped down in the front entrance. Taking her time to get into the frilly black dress and stockings, she wished she'd brought a change of panties and decided to leave her own with her regular clothes in the closet. It wasn't like the owner had said they were going to be here while she worked, so what was the risk of someone catching sight of her going commando? The dress fit her amazingly well, and seemed to be quite flexible in its construction. She wasn't sure what material it was made from - but then, fabrics were never her forte.

 A folded card on a little end table gave her the next easy set of instructions: 

"Clean everything on the main level.

Dust the furniture, polish glass, and pick up trash

before continuing downstairs. 

Do not go upstairs until you hear the bell." 

 Bell? Like... a clock chime? Was she on a timer? Worried that she was already behind schedule, Moira took a deep breath, making her dark breasts and cleavage swell in the tight outfit, and headed for the first room.

  The main floor, as she quickly found out, was relatively simple and sparsely furnished. Only a few rooms - one bathroom, one den with a bunch of bookshelves and a nice, cozy family room with a decent enough TV and tacky couch. Judging from the amount of dust, however, whoever lived here must have spent most of their time elsewhere. She was thankful for such an easy start, although it did make her wonder what the catch was - this was too easy. No one pays big money for this, unless they're either an employer from Hell (or similiar places) or else wanted to lull you into a false sense of security. Deciding it might be the latter, she finished up polishing a big mirror before staring back at her reflection and nodding with a determined grin. 

 Moira blinked, giving her head a little shake. For a moment, it seemed like her reflection`s actions had been a second behind... Clearing her mind, the maid headed for the staircase. She needed to focus on her duties, but not let her nerves make her see things that weren't there.

 Descending into a small, plain basement hallway, Moira could make out 4 doors... no. Wait. The fourth one seemed... hard to notice. Like something was telling her not to see it. Hmm, it must be a trick of the light. There's clearly only 3 rooms down here. Oh well, no big deal - 3 instead of 4 meant less work! How hard could it be?

 As the note hadn't told her where to start, she decided to go through them in a clockwise order, starting with the leftmost entrance - a dark, heavy blackwood door with an old-style keyhole on it. Tacked onto the wood was another goldleaf note, which she removed and unfolded:

"Tidy up the bedroom. 

Dust everything that needs attention. 

DO NOT PLAY WITH MY TOYS.

I WILL KNOW IF YOU PLAYED WITH MY TOYS."

 Simple enough. Refolding the note, she tucked it away between her tits, purring like a kitten at the feel of gold against her scales. Putting some effort into it, the dragon pushed on the thick door, flexing her muscles as it final started to swing. The bottom brushed against heavy carpet on the other side, revealing a dimly lit room beyond it.

 Stepping inside, Moira chuckled. At first, it seemed like the most cliched bedroom that someone could possibly go for if they wanted to try and make it look "romantic" - red plush carpets, a large four-poster bed, wall sconces with big pillar candles in them, a large wood fireplace and, finishing it off, heavy drapes. But looking harder, she started to see the extra touches - the sets of chains in the wall, crops and whips laying all around, the curtains that would soundproof the room and, finally, the pair of naked rabbits shackled on either side of the lit fireplace.

  The female one yelped upon seeing her, "You've got to let us out of here, lady! She's had us shackled up here for 3 days now and keeps exposing us to each other's sexual pheromones - BUT WON'T LET US CUM! At this point, I don't care that he's my brother, I want to fuck him so badly I can't see straight."

 The male rabbit hesitated, his large erection quivering at the thoughts in his head, before echoing in "... Yeah! I want to do her too... because of that... of course... So, so hurry up and help get us off... OUT! I mean out of here so we can do what rabbits do best!" His eyes darted between his naked sister and their scantily-clad savior, unsure which of them he'd pounce first.

 Moira didn't even blink as she started moving about the bechamber, gathering up the sex toys and finding places to hang them back on the wall. She didn't even turn her head, focussing on the clutter instead, as the captives pleaded with her. "C'mon, what're you, deaf?! Let us out and we'll let you join in!" whined the female. Both bunnies let out a sigh as she bent over to pick up a set of handcuffs, giving them a brief glimpse of her snatch.

 The pair watched increduously as the maid slowly puttered about, seemingly oblivious to them, grabbing a nearby feather duster and dutifully cleaning all the wall brackets and end tables. The female rabbit tried wiggling her hips and tits to get their rescuer's attention, but which only made her brother's dick ooze precum. As the dragonness dusted her way across the fireplace's mantle, she noticed the out-of-place gleam on what looked like another wallhook and swiftly brushed the feathers back and forth across it. The boy bunny moaned loudly and pulled against his tight shackles, trying to get free/off. "Mmmmmm...don't...stop..."

 Looking around, satisfied with the job she'd done, the maid seemed stopped immediately, trotting over to place the duster on an end-table - out of reach of the lapines. "What? Hey! Where are you going? No!! Don't leave us he-"

 Slaming shut the large bedroom door, Moira made a mental note to ask her employer to make it easier to open and to leave some polish next time so she could polish any gleaming surfaces that might need it. If it's anything she was familiar with, it was looking after metals.

 Moving on to the 2nd door, this one was much more quaint in its design, with a homestead-style pattern and a cute little cartoon chicken on the outside with her instructions held in its beak. Taking the folded paper from it, the dragonness read the note: 

"Prepare dinner for me and get it cooking. 

I've set out the ingredients on the table. 

The meat is trussed firmly, it just needs 

stuffing and basting. Do not talk to it.

My friend will judge you later on how delicious it is."

 That didn't seem too difficult. Moira knew she wasnt the greatest chef in the world and would prefer to make a vegetarian option, but she could still cook some meat for her employer if that's what they wanted. As long as she wasn't asked to eat it, it wasn't her place to judge right now. Besides, if she impressed whoever this friend was enough, maybe she could ask for more flexibility as to what was on the menu.

 Passing through white door, a loud squeal came from the dark kitchen. "Eeeek!! Let me go, you freak!"

 Flicking on the lightswitch quickly, Moira scanned the room (which was much larger than expected) trying to figure out where that had come from and who might need saving. Strange... there was no one else in the room; just a large, woodburning oven, a sink and counter, a few racks on the wall with large trays and pans, a butcher block in the middle of the room with a large basket of produce, as well as a bound, naked collie on it, and a set of wrought-iron dining table and chairs set off to one side.

 "Oh, thank goodness it's you! I thought you were that crazy bitchwoman, back to finish me off. Help get me out of here, Moira!" cried the young female dog, as she wriggled in the ropes keeping her hogtied in place, her stubby tail wagging eagerly. Her wrists and ankles had been neatly tied together behind her back. An intricately woven rope harness had also been done down the length of her body, binding her arms tightly against her sides and pushing out her chest, giving her the look of a tightly-net ham.

 The dragon maid looked around some more, still puzzled but deciding it must have just been her imagination. Heading into the kitchen, the collie girl's smile grew wider as Moira approached her, drooping slowly into a frown as the dragonness walked right past her and out of view. Hearing the sounds of the maid searching through drawers and cupboards, the captive called out, "Hey! What gives? You don't need a knife to cut these ropes, you've got claws! Just use them to free me and we can get out of here!"

 Moments later, the dragon came back into view. Overtop her maid's outfit she had put on a festive apron with the slogan "I'm the chef, pleased to MEAT you!" In her claws she carried a large metal roasting pan. Laying it down next to the hogtied dog, the collie shook her head, "Oh no... This... this isn't happening. You're supposed to be a vegan, and on our side! What's gotten into you? Fuck..."

 Humming to herself, the maid effortlessly grabbed the trussed roast by its bindings and lifted it right into the pan. She thought she heard the meat yelp but didn't give it a second thought as she started tucking the soon-to-be-dinner firmly into the tray, with her tits pressing up nice and snug against the edge.

 Grabbing a handful of the vegetables from the basket, Moira started to slice them up with her claws, spreading them evenly across the meat. "Hey! Fuck, stop it! Let me go, I don't want to be dinner... again. This happens every fummmmmmphhhh!" said the collie as her pleas were finally muffled by an apple shoved into her muzzle. "HHHHMMMMPPH!!! GRRMMPH! FFFFFMMMPP!"

 Pleased with having been able to stuff and garnish part of the roast so quickly, she collected a few more ingredients from the fridge. The dog-girl's eyes went wide as she felt the dragon's hand moving across her buttcheeks. The sharp claws managed to avoid scratching her, as the chef's attention focussed on the young bitch's sex, slowly prodding it. The captive sighed, moaning into the apple and thinking maybe that the dragon just wanted a really kinky scene. "MMMmmmmmmmmmmm," she mumbled into her gag, as her slit began to get moist under those hands. "Oh yeah, eat me up..." she involuntarily thought, blushing in her bondage.

 The dragonness spread her folds apart with one hand and, before the collie could react, With a firm shove began to force savoury stuffing inside the slick roast. Convenient, she thought to herself, but how did that happen? Roasts don't generally self-baste from the insides. Oh well. She had only managed to get a couple of handfuls in before the meat seemed to tighten up again. Hmmm... well, that should do fine. To be certain it didn't leak any juices, Moira grabbed a large zucchini and slicked it up with butter from a nearby dish. Twisting and pushing it against the openning, she was finally able to wedge it inside, leaving the roast garnished from both ends.

 Dusting off her hands, Moira  reached into the bowl of butter and took out a couple of heaping handfuls. Holding her claws over the roast, she blasted them with a burst of firebreath, causing the collie to give a muffled yelp. Within moments, the butter had liquified and started to stream from between her fingers like a golden river. Keeping up the heat, she waved her hands back and forth above the meat as the molten butter rained down across the meat. The doggirl whimpered and moaned as the melted baste coated her helpless body, its intensity passing through her fur down to the skin, stinging her with every drop. Her pussy clamped around the stuffing-and-vegetables filling her, the visceral experience of being used like this by someone she trusted making her sex drive go wild and anticipating that she'd soon end up being eaten (out). It didn't take long before the roast dog was coated from head to tail, her basted body gleaming in the light. Giving a coy smile from behind the gag, she wiggled her rump, inviting the maid to 'take a taste'.

 Content with the job she'd done, the dragon maid grabbed a nearby towel and wiped off her hands. That'd been a messy way to do it, but the effect was amazing. Hauling up the tray, she started to walk it over towards the oven. The collie intensified her wiggling, now not so sure this was a game and more interested in getting free. The bitch roast was firmly wedged into her tray, and no amount of moving was making her any more free. "MMMMPHH! GRRRRRMMPH!" she cried out into the apple, even as her pan was pushed into the cooking chamber.

 The dragon could still hear those odd sounds, but figured they must be coming from somewhere else nearby - nothing to worry about. She dilligently stacked a few logs into the firepit, guessing how long the meat would likely take to cook from its size. With a final blast of hot breath, she brought the oven's heart to life. A roaring fire crackled beneath the stone cooktop, which was quickly heating up. The roast squealed as both the air and the metal pan containing her began to grow hotter by the second. She could feel her flesh starting to grow warm - it would have been pleasant, but for the fact that she was sure it was going to get a lot more intense before she was done. She looked out the openning at the dragon, whimpering and hoping that this was still just some elaborate prank- that her rescuer really wasn't about to be her cook.

 Moira, for her part, continued to tidy up the kitchen, now that she was done with it. Hanging up the apron back on its peg, she dusted off the frilly outfit to make it more presentable again. Gathered up the utensils and bowls, she carried them over to the sink... Her instructions hadn't told her to clean up, but the dragonness decided to show some initiative and got them done anyways. Besides, if her employer brought someone to eat here and they saw a messy kitchen, that would look bad on both of them - better to be cautious. That way, it also give the meat some time to cook before she moved on.

 15 minutes later and Moira was done, putting away the last of the tools back in the drawers. The fire was still blazing away satisfactorily, and would likely be fine for the next several hours. Taking a last look into the oven, Moira made sure the roast was fine. The meat was already starting to pink up from the heat. It was already starting to smell delicious and savory from all the herbs... almost tasty enough to give up on vegetarianism. She licked her lips at the dark thought, fangs gleaming with saliva, before shaking off the thought. Grabbing a laddle from nearby, she gave the roast a last good basting, leaving it nice and gleaming before leaving the room. Shutting the kitchen door behind her made the muffled cries finally go away, leaving her back in the relative quiet of the hallway.
 
 As she approached the final room on this floor, she stared at the door... well, if you could call it that. It was more like a transparent forcefield of energy. Gingerly, she reached out to touch it; it felt a little warm and  tingly, but not obviously dangerous. Walking through it, she felt a ticklish effect across her entire body, including her lady bits and up to the tips of her horns, leaving her feeling a little odd but no worse for wear. At least it didn't disolve her maid uniform or turn her into a plastic doll (again.) 

 Looking around, she wasn't surprised to see a room filled with tables and beakers, plants and chemicals, crackling electrodes and computers; all of it fancy, and all of it confusing.  On a nearby table was - surprise, surprise - another golden note.

"Feed my plant and

assist with the labratory experiment. 

Don't turn around 

and don't breathe fire in here." 

 Oddly specific-yet-unhelpful directions. Looking around in front of her, there was no sign of any plants at all - so what were they talking about?

 Before the puzzled look on her face could pass, the black dragonness found her limbs and wings being encircled by strong, thick vines. Moira yelped at the unexpected touch, recoiling in shock only to end up landing on the floor with a thud as the tendrils pulled her off-balance. Within a few seconds, she found herself dragged further into the room as the grasping, leafy shoots slowly crept further over her body.
 
 Looking towards her captor, the dragon could make out a large plant that resembled a weird hybrid of a venus flytrap and a pitcher plant: two large spiked leaves sprouted out of a stem, forming a sort of hood overtop of a bulbous base. Reaching out from the main stem (which was almost as thick as a tree trunk) were multiple sets of  vines, including the ones that held her fast.  No matter how much she pulled on them, the coils just stretched back into place, leaving the maid in a precarious position in its clutches. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me," she thought to herself, wondering (correctly) if one of the nearby computers was streaming this out over the Internet. If only she had some way to burn them, the foliage might give way; but from this position, her strength wasn't enough to break free.

 Without warning, the vines suddenly changed direction, lifting the bound dragon into the air by her ankles. As she arced upwards, the shoots pulled her apart, until Moira was hanging there, suspended upside-down by her legs and stretched in every direction. The spread-eagled maid's lower dress hung down over her belly and back, leaving her butt and pussy exposed. "Whoa, there, fella! I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with... with..."

 As the green mass kept her immobile, Moira's nose had picked up an intoxicating scent in the air. It smelled so delicious and so sweet that it made it hard to think of anything else. She watched, mesmerized as a pair of brightly-coloured flower-adorned branches lowered themselves towards her. As one of them slipped a flower over her muzzle, she felt the petals clench around her mouth and its pistil forced inside. "MMMPHHHH!! Mmmmmmm....mmmmmmmmmmm" was her only muffled protest before the pollen took away her will to resist.

 She felt so comfortable and warm, like being in a nice, hot bath. The world around her went fuzzy in her mind, and all she could feel was her growing arousal. The maid's uniform's soft fabric felt so nice and sexy against her scales... she just wanted to touch herself, even if she couldn't. As if aware of her need, the plant's second branch slipped between her legs, cupping itself over her sex. Another flower's pistil gently pressed between her labia, giving Moira just the pressure she needed to get going. The dragon maid's body started to squirm and writhe in its bonds, her hips rocking and responding to the plant's attention. She felt her nipples stiffen under the tight outfit's fabric, causing her to moan and grow even wetter. Images of what she must have looked - helplessly suspended and stimulated, being used like this wantonly - flooded her brain and drove her wild. She felt the flower's ministrations increasing, its leaves and petals absorbing her wetness directly in response to her horniness.

 As her climax neared, Moira could feel the tension from the vines increase. Her own body spasms were growing quicker as well, and she knew release was coming soon. The dragonness whimpered as the flower over her sex suddenly withdrew, hoping it wasn't stopping prematurely. Her fears vanished as two stiff, slick tendrils found their way inside her, stuffing her fully. The two probing stems started to thrust inside her pussy, alternating their rythym and giving Moira a heavy pounding even as she was stretched even more. Within a few moments, the dragon felt herself go rigid as she came hard, barely able to contain a scream of rapture as the plant absorbed all of her juices.

 The flower slipped from her muzzle and the maid took in a deep breath of fresh air. Panting heavily, she stared at the plant. It almost appeared to be... grinning? Well... that's one way to water a plant, she supposed. Moira worried for a moment that it might try to eat her next - that mouth and trunk looked worryingly wide enough to fit her - but her fears passed when the vines started to loosen their grip and receded from her body. Unfortunately, the plant's concern for her needs appeared to have stopped once it had what it needed - letting her go in mid-air, and causing her to plummet to the ground.

 Hitting the floor with another thud, the dragonness groaned as she slowly collected herself. "Hmph... figures. Oh well, at least I know what to expect next time... and any job where getting off is part of the paid perks isn't that bad." She watched as the hybrid slowly coiled up its vines and shoots, tucking them away safely. "Well, that's one task done... but the note talked about an experiment too. I wonder what it meant? Maybe I need to check one of these computers or something?"

 Still recovering from her orgasn, the maid staggered on her feet. Leaning out to brace herself against a wall, her hand felt something goopy run over it. Startled, she tried to pull back - only to find her hand stuck in place! Looking closely, she could see a strange, jelly-like substance dripping down the walls and covering her hand. Try as she might, Moira couldn't pull away from the gelatinous surface. Taking a chance, she braced her other hand against the surface and tried to use it as leverage. Twisting her body, she put as much effort as she could into pulling the stuck one free - causing her other hand to sink deeper in. "For fuck's sake... who builds a wall like this?" grumbled the dragon, frustrated at ending up trapped - for the second time - in the same room.

 Stopping to think, she looked over the wall in front of her. It was the same colour as the other 2 she could see, aside from a slighty slick sheen in the laboratory's dim lighting. Sniffing it closely, she could smell... lime? Distracted, she failed to immediately notice that the faint pressure from her forward tilt was slowly causing her body to advance until it was too late. Her arms had already been absorbed up to their elbows when the dragon started to lean back, trying one more time in vain to pull away.

 The suction on her arms kept up, pulling her body closer and closer to the wall. Moira cursed that she couldn't breathe fire right now, thinking that might have made the delicious-smelling wall give up its prize. What took only minutes seemed like hours until the jelly wall had the maid's body pressed up against it. She had turned her head, but could feel the goop all down one side of her body and soaking into the maid's outfit.

 Any hope she had that it would stop and hold her here (perhaps it was some strange trap for burglars?) was dashed as the rest of her body was engulfed by the slimy mass. The dragonness winced as she could feel the goop dripping and covering her entirely, unable to move enough to even shudder outwardly. By the time most of her body, wings and legs were swallowed up, the maid had given up hope of getting out of this one. Unlike the plant, this trap didn't obviously seem to want anything from her. She would hopefully be able to hold her breath for long enough, but how long would it be before someone came to find her? Maybe this was the experiment... but was she succeeding, or failing, by being the prize trapped in the middle? She didn't want to think about losing the job on day one simply because a random giant jelly wall had eaten her up!

 Floating motionless in her slimy cage, Moira became aware of something around her. Surrounded on every side, she could feel the substance coating her scales begin to tingle. It wasn't as pleasant as the plant's nectar - if anything, it seemed more aggressive. Looking down as best she could without moving her head, she could see stains forming in her outfit. Not content with simply capturing her, the wall appeared to be designed to actually soften her up by trying to dissolve her down to her scales - and possibly further.

 While the acid burn wasn't unpleasant right now, she could also tell that it wasn't working. She doubted anything made in a lab could break her defenses, which made her smile confidantly. Her thoughts seemed justified as the feeling started to grow more intense. It was like a slowly increasing heat around her as the jelly's mixture tried harder to digest its meal. The smell of lime had already been strong before - but now it was downright intense. The more the citric acid tried to work her over, the more potent the smell became. Moira didn't know how much longer she could stand this without going crazy, even if she couldn't move. The fact that she hadn't had to hold her breath for this long in quite a while, coupled with all the work she'd done around the house, made the black dragonness start to realize how exhausted she was. The fight was out of her, even as she started to feel a bit of pain around her body. Maybe... maybe this was it? A big trap to lure her into being dinner for some wyvern-eating monster? She whimpered once more and shut her eyes, resigned to her fate.
 
 With a loud, retching noise, the wall suddenly shuddered, causing the stinging goop around the dragon to jiggle and involuntarily making her tits join in. A second wave hit, and Moira noticed that it was getting brighter... no, not brighter! She was closer to the edge! It was moving her - outwards, it seemed. Was it giving up? One final, violent ripple went through the wall, as the maid was expelled unceremoniously out onto the lab floor, barely missing hitting her head on a desk. 

 "Yech!" cried the woman, as she shook herself off, causing splatters of lime jelly to land across the room. Breathing heavily, the busty dragon rested on the ground, relieved that experience was finally over. It had probably put her off lime jelly for life. Taking a good look around, it appeared like nothing else was going to menace her for the moment - unless there was something invisible in here stalking her as well, which she wouldn't be too surprised to find  anymore.  Thankfully, the vegetation and various puddles appeared to have settled down. Staring down at her now-stained maid's outfit, she hoped that her boss wouldn't try to deduct that from her pay to have it cleaned.

 Her ear twitched. Then again. Puzzled, she focussed on... wait. What was that... a bell? It was barely audible, but still there. A clear, crisp ringing was coming from somewhere in the house. Well, at least it wasn't another letter. Leaving the lab, she followed the sound as best she could... it wasn't coming from anywhere in the basement, nor on the main floor. That only left upstairs. Ascending the short staircase, the dragonness wasn't surprised to see another gold sign on a door right in front of her, although this one's orders were more to the point:

 "COME IN AND OBEY."

 Exhausted from all her chores, the dragonness swore she wasn't going to read another piece of paper after this without some idea as to what was going on. Passing through the door into the dimly lit room, Moira could only make out someone sitting in a large chair facing a screen of computer monitors.

 A cold tone said, "Stop." The busty black dragon froze in her tracks.

 "Well, well, well... you did a good job following instructions," said a feminine voice. "You didn't even need vocal encouragement. I must have really hit the mark hard with that one."

 The curvy form of Dr Pigeonhart rose from the shadows of a large office chair. Straightening out her labcoat, she monologued, "Yes... my Hypnoink(tm) definitely had its full intended effects on you - mindlessly following written orders, ignoring the peril of others and your own situation, and finally obeying my verbal commands. Yes, I definitely think I'll have more use of that in the future. Of course, you won't be going anywhere, now will you?"

 The dragonmaid remained silent, staring blankly ahead, arms at her sides.

 "No... no, I don't think you are, any more. Kneel at my feet, puppet."

 Without a second thought, Moira sank down until she was resting by the scientist's feet. Her arms automatically went behind her back, crossing at the wrists, while her chest pushed out slightly in a submissive pose.

 "There. Now you better understand your place, cowing at the power of science. I've been hoping to acquire a labratory assistant/housecleaner that I could actively test things on who could also clean up some of my nastier mistakes. I think you'll do fine... all I ever need to do is write you more orders, and you'll take care of the rest. How perfect is that?!"

 The bird villain chuckled, glad to finally have a plan that succeeded without any issues for once. Her fingers groped the helpless, hypnotized girl's breasts, feeling their heft through the maid's uniform. "You do lot very hot in that outfit. Mmmmm, I think I'll use you to take of more than just my chores... I think you'll be able to satisfy me with all my sadistic sexual pleasures too. I can do *anything* with you, and I think I'll enjoy taking advantage of that."

 The captive's head was lifted up slowly by her chin, showing off more of her cleavage in the maid's outfit, her glazed look drawing delight from the mad scientist. "And now, puppet, you'll tell me where your horde is."

 Moira blinked. "Pardon?"

 "Tell me where to find your horde of gold. I know all you dragons have one; now that you're mine, it should be mine as well. I need it to rebuild a proper labratory and get out of this stinky rental unit, after those damn clones of mine blew up the last one. But I'll show them, oh yes I will..." ranted the seething villain, failing to notice the increasingly puzzled look on the dragonness' face.

 "You mean... I'm not getting paid for this?"

 "Oh, my word, no! Why would I ever waste what little money I have left on a helpless subject like you? Besides, I melted all of my remaining gold into a molten state in the hidden cauldron room downstairs for further experiments because SCIENCE RULES ALL and-"

 The dragon's eyes flared white-hot, "You want... MY treasure???"

 Lost in thoughts of revenge and world domination, the bird gave an exasperated sigh, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her beak. "Yes, my pet. Now, be a good slave and take me to it!"

 Moira's muzzle splitting into a toothy grin, as she grabbed the scientist tightly in her claws, "With pleasure."

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 Later that night, Moira sipped a glass of red wine as she lay nude, resting on a pile of gold. She'd managed to find a few bottles of an excellent vintage in the pigeon's kitchen; no doubt the bird had planned to cook someone with it - which would have been a true waste. This had been a long day and she needed to relax. Obviously, housework wasn't her strong suit. 

 And imagine! Her employer trying to take HER gold! What kind of idiot would ever try to do that?  She'd been happy to play along with all the notes and roleplay and fun. Thank goodness that she'd developped an immunity to mind-control after all those previous abductions! But to Take. Her. Gold! That's where the line had been crossed!

 At least she'd managed to find compensation for this job after all. Her eyes wandered across the vast amount of treasure she had, finally settling on her newest acquisition.

 All that molten gold in the basement had been more than enough to coat Dr Pigeonhart's body in. She may have been a lazy, evil employer but she made a fine statue, once all those silly lab garments were shredded. Her eyes casually wandered over the bird's curvy body and full tits; she couldn't help but giggle at the shocked look on her face, now immortalized. That would be quite a story anytime someone asked about it.

 The scientist had wanted to be brought to her horde - now, she'd forever be a permanent part of it.