Six Months Later...
"K-Kitten, I...I really n-need to focus," Rose squeaked, his voice quavering as he pressed his legs together to keep the brainwashed 'catgirl' at bay. "Mistress s-said--"
"Mew?" Kitten blinked big brown eyes up at him, angelically innocent. She sat on her knees under the workdesk, her back arched provocatively to help display her breasts to him. She was in her late twenties, with fiery curls that bounced around her shoulders like burning brush. She'd once had an ornate undercut, he remembered dimly, before the Mistress had caught her and taught her to grow it long and girly. Dressed in nothing but lacy lingerie and a pair of decorative cat ears, her body seemed to exist solely to be stared at, touched, groped, caressed, owned.
Rose, in contrast, was just dressed in ordinary gardening clothes. He was pretty sure Mistress only bothered to dress him at all because she enjoyed stripping those clothes away from him--or making him struggle to hide a conspicuous tent from the other servants. Right now, for instance, his trousers were unbuckled, and his cock was...
He jumped and fumbled with the vial he held as he felt a delicate little lick. His heart raced. He looked down at Kitten. In his reverie, he had allowed his legs to part, and she'd darted in to flick her tongue over his twitching cock. "K-Kitten!"
She giggled and cocked her head to the side. "What's wrong?"
"K-Kitten, I--I need to focus, is all." He squirmed. Now that Kitten was there, he couldn't close his legs again, and he felt horribly exposed. "I mean, it's my job to take care of the garden and the... the plants Mistress grows there." He cleared his throat and set the vial aside.. "Just one mistake could send a whole cloud of ticklecap spores up into the castle, or... or something like that, and..."
"What's this do?" Kitten asked, and he realized she'd grabbed one of the other vials from on the table.
His eyes widened. "Don't touch that!"
Kitten's eyes lit up. Rose's heart plummeted as he instantly realized his mistake. "Why not?"
"I-I just mean..." Rose bit his lip. "It's just, um, fertilizer. But if you drop it--"
"I won't drop it," she said with a pout.
Rose flushed. He knew he had to be careful here.
The Brat Baroness--their Mistress, Violet--was sort of infamous for being a... well, a brat. Her playthings knew this, even. They still couldn't resist her. Her every request, her every passing whim, all of them were bound by her intoxicating charms to obey in senseless, lovestruck adoration. Some of them she'd beaten by being underestimated. Many she'd beaten by dumb luck. It didn't matter. She'd won, and she was better than them, and she knew it. They all knew it.
Unfortunately, she had a tendency to spoil her girltoys rotten in turn, which worked out... badly... for the few boys under her control. If he displeased Kitten, she had a lot of ways of punishing him.
"Well, um." Rose took a deep breath, keeping his voice calm. "I'm sure you're right. But, well, just in case, maybe you should put it b-b-b
aAAack
!" He squeaked and shook in exquisite torment as Kitten leaned in, apparently bored, and took the tip of his cock right past her plump lips. "O-Oh, um, Kitten, um, please--
please
--" Kitten lapped her tongue over the glans, and his voice broke into a whimper.
Kitten pulled off, giggling. "Careful, dummy," she burbled, "you'll
drop
it!"
Rose blinked stupidly down at the vial she'd slipped into his hand. Blushing, he set it carefully back down on the table, trying not to let his hand tremble as he felt hot breath in his lap.
"Ooh, what's this do?" There was a sweet singsong warble to Kitten's voice this time. Rose looked back. Kitten now held a large seedpod the color of a silver-dusted chestnut. She blinked down at it, then up at him with wide, falsely naive eyes.
"Th-That's a--" Rose carefully kept his voice level this time. "That's a
great
find, Kitten." Kitten beamed and wiggled with pride. "That's a floodlotus seedpod. If one of its seeds falls out and touches even a speck of soil, it will sprout a-and bloom into a flower that drips so much nectar, we'll be submerged and drunk as dizzysprites in minutes. Um, maybe you should... can I see it?"
Kitten hesitated, then, with a pout, yielded it to him.
Rose accepted the seedpod with a soft sigh of relief. He took special care in returning the seedpod to its sealed jar and re-applying the special adhesive, trying not to quiver or whimper too much as Kitten took the opportunity to plant several more mischievous licks on his cock.
"And what's
this
do?" he heard her coo, and cringed.
And then he saw what she was holding: a red-tinted glass bottle, its cork pulled out so she could peer inside at the sloshing contents. His heart stopped.
"Th-That's..." Rose squirmed, reminding himself despite his panic to stay calm, stay friendly, and above all not to offend the bratty, pretty, completely brainwashed kitty. "That's so
cool
, Kitteen, that's
nymph juices
."
"Ooh, what do those do?" She beamed up at him, batting her eyelashes and leaning in so she was between his legs and holding the bottle next to her head.
"It's..." Rose struggled to keep his voice from quavering. "We keep it because if you dilute very carefully it's a lot more effective as a, um, vasodilator than common the herbs we have. But you must, um, be very,
very
careful, because even a drop can cause very intense, um, feelings."
Her butt wiggled as if there was a tail flicking from it. "Like what kinds of feelings?"
Rose squirmed. He almost wanted to lie, but obedience to pretty girls was so deeply ingrained at this point... "Sensitivity, h-horniness, um... a-and too much can have, um, permanent changes."
"Ooh." She stared at it, eyes wide.
Then a thought seemed to occur to her. She blinked at the bottle, then looked up at him, head tilting adorably to the side. "So what would happen if I poured it
aaaall
in your lap right now?"
Rose froze stiff. His cock twitched a little. "Th-That would be... um... very bad."
He thought about what would happen if even a drop of that touched him. How badly he'd be at the girls' mercy. How pathetically, desperately, brainlessly horny he would become.
"I'm gonna do it," she sang, sloshing the bottle from side to side. "I wanna see Rose all nymphoed up~"
All composure bled from Rose in an instant. "Please don't," he whimpered, squirming away--but he was captive between her and the chair, there was no escape, she had him trapped-- "Please, please, please d-don't, put it away--"
"Please don't put it away?" Kitten giggled, wiggling her ass mesmerizingly in the air. Rose couldn't help but stare at her pert bubble butt. "Okay, I won't! I'll pour it all on Rose's pretty cock instead!"
She was
loving
watching him beg, he knew, his cheeks burning at his pathetic state. He needed to stop giving her what she wanted, but if she got too bored, who knew what she'd--
She stared to tilt the bottle to its side.
"
NO!
" he cried. "No no no no,
please, no!
" His voice was a pathetic squeal now. "Please, Kitten, I-I'll do anything, just--just put the cork back in, give it to me--"
Kitten stopped tilting the bottle. "Anything?" Her lashes fluttered.
Rose gulped.
At that moment, the door burst open. "Oh,
Rose
," cooed a horribly familiar voice that filled Rose with terror and dread, "so
this
is where you've been hiding~!"
Three women came strutting into the garden shed as Kitten ducked back under the desk and out of sight. Rose could barely keep from squirming as he saw them.
The Butterfly Barmaids, Violet's very favorite playthings. Crystal, Rana and Amber.
Crystal, the made-up blonde bimbo, her thick golden hair done up in a bouncing ponytail, her plush cocksucking lips a brilliant, sticky candy-pink, her ample curves eagerly displayed by her low-cut pink dress.
Rana, the towering platinum-blonde bombshell, her huge tits barely contained within a pale blue crop top, her lips painted metallic silver, tight boyshorts and top eagerly displaying her svelte, athletic build.
Amber, their cruel, venomously sweet leader, her strawberry blonde hair done up in an elegant bouffant, her sleek pink dress hugging wide, childbearing hips and complimenting those bright baby blue eyes. She smiled at him. Her kissable ruby-red lips were as enticing as ever. "You haven't been avoiding us, have you, sugar?"
Under the desk, Rose discretely pulled his trousers back up a little and shook his head urgently. "N-No! I'm just--Mistress asked me to to take care of some things in here, and it's, um, my job, and stuff, so..."
Rana came over and leaned over him, hands on her knees as if addressing a child. She smiled at him. "Oh, so this is just you being a
good boy
~" Rose tried
desperately
not to look at her tits as they jiggled right in front of his eyes. Rana was an inch shorter than him normally, but he didn't dare stand up. Not with his cock still... "Well, aren't you a little peach?"
"He's a
Rose
, silly," chirped Crystal as she bounced over to his other side, and he made the terrible mistake of looking at her. She was bending over, too, and as short as she was, this still put her bouncing boobies right in front of him. He squirmed, cock twitching. "Aren'tcha, cutie?"
Rose coughed and tried to keep his voice as level as he possibly could. "I-I'm just trying to get this done for Mistress," he managed. "And I... I need, um..."
He couldn't possibly tell them to leave. Ever since the x-Toxin Ranger had been captured and brainwashed by Violet (and oh, what a blessing that had been, how deserved, how perfect and wonderful, just like Mistress, perfect and beautiful and flawless and) he'd been the barmaids' favored tormenting victim. They had never quite forgiven him for besting them before. Him, a mere
boy
, outwitting three pretty girls. Now that he served Violet, he was at their mercy.
Even the slightest perceived 'attitude' from him could draw their attention,
especially
if they discovered his arousal, discovered Kitten had been toying with him. They would
love
that. They would love the excuse.
He had to be polite. Deferential. Compliant.
Docile.
His cheeks heated up as he felt his cock twitch.
Those words always felt so
good
running through his mind. They never failed to remind him of his place, especially when he started thinking about resisting, started thinking he could possibly stand up to
any
pretty girl...
He blinked, realizing they were staring at him with slowly spreading smiles. He bit his lip. He'd trailed off.
"Yes, sugar?" Amber tilted her head down at him. "What do you need?"
"I... I just n-nuh-
nnnghhuh
..."
His whole world expanded slightly, then shrank as his eyes widened, then half-closed.
No,
he thought desperately, pleadingly,
no, no, no...
Kitten had gotten bored, pulled his trousers back down a little, and given his cock a lick.
The barmaids giggled. "What's the matter, cutie?" Crystal cooed, grabbing his chair and rotating it towards her. Rose barely managed to rotate himself against the chair so he remained facing the desk. He had to keep his half-exposed erection hidden
at all costs
. "Cat got your tongue?"
He stared weakly up at her, and her jiggling tits. She didn't know. She couldn't know.
As subtly as he dared, knowing they were all looking at the humiliatingly helpless look on his face, he reached down and tugged his pants firmly up.
Then he risked a glance down, and he saw something that sent frosty prickles across his whole body.
Kitten was pouting up at him. She looked quite displeased.
Oh no.
He quickly tore his gaze back to Amber as she asked, planting one hand on her hip, "Is there something you
need
