Kiki's New Master

>Be student at MGC West Side college
>Pass by on the street to see a Kikimora with dead, glazed over eyes and a sign in her hand that says "Will Maid for kind Master"
>Student walking with you tells you to not make eye contact, but it's too late
>Kneel down to her, she's not half-bad looking when you think about it
>Ask her if she wants to at least get cleaned up to help her get a new Master
>Take her back to the apartment and she showers, recoils when she thinks you're going to be pissed that she used the rest of your shampoo, stammering it was for her fur and tail
>Tell her not to worry about it, and give her your jacket to 'keep herself warm'
>See her nearly every day, she clings to you like a lost puppy offering to clean your house for letting her use the shower
>She's pretty good at it
>Be walking back to the apartment with her when she sees two of what she told you were called 'apron sisters'
>One of the maids tells you that she's a terrible maid who had another divorce, and should go to the glue factory like a good 'old horse'
>Your palms are practically bleeding when you get back to your apartment from your fists being balled. She awawawas and looks for the first aid kit
>Bandages your wounded hands, and gives a small 'ehe' when she's done, smiling
>Her tail's wagging and her hands are flopping up and down excitedly as she asks if you could give her a head pat
>None of her former Masters ever did that for her
>You can feel something else awaken within you, even more cathartic and bestial as you pet her head

>Be Succubus maid, gloating about how you told that idiot no-good Kiki and her new wannabe Master off
>Stand at the train station, trying to hop onto the metro rail back home, imagining your master in his bed with a nice juicy stiffy
>Feel yourself blushing at the idea
>Look down the train terminal, there's some guy in a green uniform looking directly at you
>He looks a little familiar, could he be... ?
>Look away, the guy's giving you the creeps
>Look back towards him, feeling eyes on you
>He's in what looks like a biker's helmet now
>Tell the creep off that this fine piece of ass is for your master only
>You can hear the night train coming
>Thank Lilith, now maybe you can go home and get you some fine Dick Au Meister
>There's a sound of an engine revving
>Your blood runs cold in your veins, recognizing the put-put-put-put of the engine
>The Green Man is holding a chainsaw, and he's running at you at a break-neck pace
>You can hear a muffled "WOOOOOOOOOAH HERE IT COMES, HERE COMES THE NIGHT TRAIN" from beneath his helmet
>You're running as fast as you can, damnit, these heels!
>Lock yourself in the bathroom, and move your legs so it can't be seen you're in the stall
>The door gets kicked inwards, another monster screams and runs out
>You can hear the heartbeat of the chainsaw
>One stall, two stalls, there's a pause and you can hear footsteps leaving
>Thank Lili--
>The chainsaw's biting into the wood of the stall door, and it gives way before you can scrabble out of there
>Try to fly away, but strong hands jerk you to the floor
>This is it, some crazy Paladin is going to kill you
>He drops the chainsaw
>Cracks his knuckles
>You can feel the hot piss going down your inner thighs
>He lifts up his helmet's visor
"I was going to ask you to apologize to a dear friend, but this was easier."
>Shake your head, tears streaming down your face, mouth frothing before he strikes
>Wake up alone, unharmed, the chainsaw haunting your nightmares forever

>Wake up to the smell of burning eggs
>Kiki's awawaing and panicking
>Apologizes profusely that she ruined breakfast
>Give a groggy smile to her, moving behind
>She gives a small yip as you stand right behind her and place your hands over hers, guiding her on how to make proper scrambled eggs
>She asks you why you prefer easy-to-make meals over the eloquent feasts her former masters would force her to make only to chastise her with cane and hand when she failed
>Smile at her and tell her that you had a hard-ass sergeant who had told you that in small stint of the duty you did that every meal was a feast, no matter the style
>She's crying as she's eating the food
>Walk her to her day school, a way she's found to pass the time by learning from housewives and retired maids on how to work around the house
>See the Succubus from a week ago, she freezes up in terror when you look at her in the eyes
>Kiki asks you what happened between you two
>Smile wolfishly and tell her that she missed her evening train
>Get punched in the shoulder by your pouting friend when she thinks you fucked the bitch
>Re-assure her that there's only room for one girl in your life, and maybe she's closer than she thinks
>She goes beet red and her ears flop several times before she shoves you playfully away when you reach the academy
>Tells you that some day she hopes to wear an apron again
>Just give her a kiss on the cheek and a hair ruffle before your afternoon classes
>More studies on the Contact War and the effects one man had on the denizens of the Third Demon Realm, where he fucked his way to a harem by himself
>Get texts from the Kiki regularly throughout the day, and share stories with each other at dinner
>Finally pop the question as to why her other masters let her go
>She fidgets before opening her mouth

"M-My first Master was a man who thought he could buy happiness with his wealth. I wasn't the only one under his employ."
>She bunches up her dress, biting her lower lip
"He played us like fools, fucking the head maid in our quarters on a nightly basis, locking us out of our rooms. We were made to listen to the screeching of bed springs as he slaked his thirst for the flesh on her."
>Ask her how she got out of his employment
"That's the funny thing about being young, you make stupid mistakes. Eheh -- He tried to rape one of the youngest maids, who hadn't even had her first bleeding yet. I just couldn't stand there and I... I..."
>Tell her it's okay if she doesn't want to continue, she holds up her hand.
"N-No... I... gouged out his left eye. I can still hear his tormented screams and feel the hot pain of his mistress' slap on my face."
>She gives a small, almost sad smile
"My second Master was nice, but also cruel. He treated me more like a tool than a person. Every mistake I made he'd hit me with his cane, chanting 'spare the rod, spoil the child' like a mantra."
"I don't miss the bastard. He kicked me out of his house on false pretenses, saying that I was trying to poison him with dust mites. That's when the Maid's Association took my apron away... and that was right before I met you."
>A tear goes down her face
"I guess that's just my story... to be a maid who can't keep a master to save her life. A true 'virgin slut' who can't fight her own nature."
>Put a hand on hers, she's sniffling now, nearly bawling
>Tell her that you still struggle to live with some of the things you've done in your life
>Admitting that she's a small glimmer of light in the darkness that you've been repressing
>Make some cocoa and tell her all about the Contact War, how only a few years ago you didn't think you'd be sitting here with her after Hell
>Pause, telling her that it's better to be happy than depressed, holding up a box for her to open
>A special gift to her

>She opens it, clasping her mouth with her hands
>It's a traditional black dress, a white cap and apron resting on top of it
>Tell her that if she wants, you'll be her Master, and she can live with you through the good and the bad
>With trembling fingers, she touches the cap, it has her name embroidered into it
"Who... who told you?"
>Grin, telling her an old bird gave it to you, noting that it feels wrong to just call her "Kiki" all the time
>She flies into your arms, kissing you on the neck and sobbing, calling you "Master" over and over
>Her ears are flopping before you pick her up in a traditional bridal carry
>She starts flipping out how indecent it is to carry one who isn't of proper marrying pedigree like this
>Quote an old movie and say 'Quite frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.'
>She's tense as all hell when you both undress
>She's petite, her breasts not exceptionally large or small
>Lays on the bed and puts a hand over her womanhood and breasts, telling you it's embarrassing
>Chuckle, and kiss her
>Start petting her while kissing her some more, she's stammering
"Ano-- Master! S-Stop!"
>Keep at it, her feathered tail reflexively beginning to wag before she grabs your arms to get you to stop
>Laugh and tell her she's completely open
"I... idiot."
>Start teasing her breasts and pussy, you can tell she's a virgin with the tightness between her legs, this may not be a good idea but it's too far to turn back now
>Her back arches in her first orgasm, turning her into a panting, needy wreck as her chest heaves up and down
>She tries to recollect her nerves as you press the tip of your penis to her moist slit
"M... Master... It's too tight."
>Tell her to trust you, and that it'll only hurt for a little bit
>Push all the way in, she shrieks and clutches to you, feeling the small pressure of her hymen breaking
"It hurts!"
>Stay there, not moving for a few moments
>Pet her head and congratulate her on becoming a true maid

>Start thrusting slowly, pulling all the way out and back in, letting her body adjust to you
>In a few minutes, she's panting and moaning as you increase speed, giving her deepest parts love pecks
>Her pupils change to heart shapes as you slap your hips into hers, pulling her arms towards you as she's spread eagle, holding her in place
>Tell her you're going to cum soon, and that you're going to do what any good Master would do for his maid and fill her to the brim
>She flushes beet red at the idea
"B-but what If I get pregnant?"
>Grin and kiss her, telling her that you'll make her into your wife
"No! I'm too young to become a mother!"
>Caress her face, telling her she wouldn't be smiling so strongly if that were true
>Tenses up as she orgasms again, folding your body completely on top of her in a mating press you let loose
>Filling her to the brim just like you said
>Exclaim to her that she belongs to you now, not as an idle claim, but as a final, possessive statement
"Y-yes, my Master."
>Wake up to the early morning sunshine, she's sleeping on your arm
>Awawawas in panic when she realizes you're eating breakfast without her preparing it
>Placate her with a head pat and whisper into her ears
"It's fine if my little maid has a small break. Especially after I was so violent with her the night before."
>She calms down a little bit and goes about washing the dishes
>Grin when you notice she's wearing your night shirt instead of her traditional maid costume, the perfect opportunity to fluster her arising
"I love you, Kielo."
>She pauses, face going a bright red as she resumes her work
"I... l-love you too, Master."
>Grin wider
"No, you don't get it. I -love- you, Kielo."
>Spend the rest of the day going at it like animals, skipping your classes
>Each and every day she always gets flustered when you insist on helping her
>Even when the years go by and you're both blessed with no less than three wonderful daughters
>She still loves her headpats