The Maid For Service Bundle (13 page)

I want to obey orders.

I want to be property.

I want to be a good maid for the Castle Estate.

My life is so simple and easy. All I have to do is be who I am. What could be better than that?

J
ust as promised, I showed Mister Castle what I was made of.

He arrived home late in the evening. His first order of business was to fuck his wife—I could hear her moans all the way in my room, and they were fucking in the entry, and my room is in the back of the estate, so this was no small order.

An hour later, though, he ordered me to his office.

You could say I went obediently—but I
wanted
to confront him.

I didn’t think about the fact, however, until I was more than halfway there, that I was confronting him in my ridiculously sexy maid’s uniform, though.

In person, he was even more of a stud than I could have ever imagined. Everything Claudette said—that I would love his smell, that I would need to suck him off the second I saw him, that I would be blown away by how large and muscular and masculine he was in real life—that was all so fucking true.

And yet somehow, through the force of sheer will alone, I managed to defy him.

“Hello, Abbey,” he held out a hand. “It’s so very nice to finally meet you.”

Willing to appear deferential, I shook his hand. He took it though, and spun me around as if were on a ballroom, dancing. He had a good look at me. He looked at me the way you might examine a piece of meat at the butcher’s. This infuriated me; this turned me on; this infuriated me that it turned me on.

“The same,” I said. My voice was breathy and soft.

Oh yes, that's another change. My voice. It used to be sort of shrill and biting. Now, everything I say is laced with sweetness. I like it, most of the time. When I cum, it makes me want to cum again, how sweet it sounds when I scream out.

“How do you like it here?”

“How do you
think
I like it here?”

He looked genuinely surprised. “I’m sorry?”

“You’ve got some weird damn stuff happening here, Mister! Your wife is a nymphomaniac. Your old maid is just as bad. I can’t stop taking these big-booby bimbo pills, and my tits are lactating!”

At that last part, his eyes flashed. Was it...arousal, I saw?”

He sat down at his desk. “You seem upset, Abbey.”

“I am upset!”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I had very much been looking forward to meeting you.”

“I don’t—wait, what?”

“Lilah and Claudette have been calling me every night. They do that anyway—such good girls. They show me how they use their bodies to honor me. But always, they talk about you. They even moan your name sometimes when they cum.”

I knew they did this at the least on the night that I saw them do it. But I didn't know it was regular. And a part of me still suspected that it was all part of a plot. That they knew I was there—how could they have missed the clicking of my heels, after all? And so they knew to say nice things about me when I “wasn't supposed to be around.” Very likely indeed!

“They do...they what?” I asked.

“They like you. And so, I like you. You’ve become someone very close to my heart.”

“Well...I don’t care!”

I got right in his face, waving my finger under his nose. I didn't think about how my lactating tits were right under his face.

“You’ve been...you’ve been changing me! Somehow! I don’t know!

He smiled, clearly pleased with himself. “Yes. I have.”

“W-what?”

“Or, I haven’t. Not personally. But a drug funded by me has, yes. Very much so.”

I noticed, for the first time, how his gaze was glued to my lactating tits. My tight little dress was soaked through around my breasts. His bulge, already substantial between his legs, grew and grew.

“I don’t...you’re just
admitting
it?”

“I’ve got nothing to hide.”

“Nothing to hide?”

I could hardly believe my ears.

“You’ve got everything to hide! You’ve been drugging me!”

“I’m going to tell you all about it, if you’ll be quiet for a moment.”

He spoke to me as if I were a child. Well, I’d show him! I’d listen attentively while he explained!

Who’s a child now, Mister Castle?

“The drug is, at its base, a fertility drug. It’s designed to make women more...fertile. And more likely to be fertilized. And thus the larger breasts for matronly duty. The shinier hair to attract a mate. The wider hips to showcase birthing aptitude. You were a natural. Most women, even if they’re compatible, only show thirty to forty percent compatibility. Even Claudette, the very model of a compatible case with an earlier version of the drug, showed forty-five percent. You’re at ninety-seven percent compatibility, Abbey.”

I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of pride. Better than Claudette? Better than Lilah?

“What does that mean?”

“It means you were made to be this way...and I’m just correcting nature’s error in not making it so already.”

I gulped.

“Why not Claudette and Lilah? Why not experiment on them?”

“They’re pregnant, of course. I’m not risking the lives and well-being of my progeny on experimental drugs. It’s not for them.”

“But...you’ve already got them,” I protested still. “Why do this to me?”

His bulge pulsed and grew again.

“It’s simple, really. I’ve found out something about myself.” He reached up, touching my wet, milky nipples. I did nothing to stop him. “I love women are lactating. I love the feel of their milk on my body and my cock. It makes me feel alive.”

“W-what?”

“Their milk. It’s just a liquid, like any other. It’s a lubricant. Lilah and Claudette, the two of them, their sexy bodies pushing up against each other while they service my cock? Their milk-heavy tits leaking out cream on my stiff, erect penis? It’s a sight to behold. I can see you agree.”

“N-no I don’t?”

“Then why are your fingers sliding around your pussy?”

“B-because...shut up! This isn’t about me.”

“It very much is, Abbey. You’re special. We’re so glad you’re here. Do you know how many candidates we had to reject? Their bodies wouldn’t conform to the pills properly. Nothing bad, I assure you. The pills just...didn’t take. And then, there were the ones who took them, but rejected our lifestyle. They wanted to leave.”

“
I
want to leave!”

“Do you, really?”

To my surprise, he looked almost hurt. His hand drifted away from my nipples and down to my hip, trying to tug me in.

“We’ll take care of you, Abbey.”

I put my hands to my head.

“Even if you leave...we’ll pay you what you’ve earned. But without the full treatment, the effects of 44DD will dissipate. You’ll no longer have that figure.”

“I don’t
care
about this figure!”

“Truly?” He reached up and grabbed my breast, harder than he had before. I moaned, my knees buckling. “You don’t like any of what it gives you?”

“Don’t...don’t...you’re doing...oh god that feels good.”

“I’m very hard, Abbey. My cock is totally erect. Look at how it's straining my pants. That’s your doing. Have you ever made a man hard before?”

“T-Terrance. He says...”

“Mm, of course. Have you sucked his cock?”

“No...he wouldn’t let...I mean...I just didn’t want to...”

“You want to suck mine?”

Tribulation time. I gathered up every ounce of will that I had.

“No,” I said solemnly.

And then I turned and walked to the door. I couldn't believe it. I had done it. I had won! I would be out of this place!

“Abbey,” he called.

And, just like an idiot, I turned.

He had dropped his pants. His cock—his bare, unprotected cock—was there. I could see every veiny, hot inch.

I gathered up every ounce of will that I had.

And then I promptly sank to my knees. I couldn’t help myself anymore.

I crawled to him, waving my hips sexily as I did. I wanted to present to him what a good, feminine fuckpet I could be.

“Come on,” he said. “Be my good girl. Be part of the family. Take my cock.”

Moaning with need, I wrapped my lips over the edge of his meat.

It tasted.

So.

Good!

I was lost the second I let him into my mouth. Right after that, I was happily sucking him all the way down—and I mean
all
the way down, no gag reflex at all.

Yeah, apparently all those physical changes? Well, they accommodated his cock stuffing down my throat as well.

As such, he was able to fuck my throat thoroughly. My pussy got something of a preview of what it might be like to be filled—as I’m sure he was pumping into my throat with the same vigor that he would show when drilling into a hot babe’s cunt.

He grabbed me by the thick, shiny locks of my golden mass of hair, pistoning harder and harder into my mouth. He fucked me deeply, thoroughly. He violated me.

I loved it. Without even fingering my pussy, I felt like I was going to cum. Meanwhile, he was thrusting me back and forth on his cock so hard that I had ripped my tiny outfit down. My tits sprayed milk everywhere. Absolutely everywhere.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “That's so fucking hot. You're so good, Abbey. You're so good. So...s-so...”

He came deep into my belly. It was so warm and hot and good, splashing down my throat, through my mouth. It flowed outward, staining down my uniform. I came with him, staring up at him with deep, happy, soulfully loving eyes.

In that moment, I really did love him.

But then my senses returned to me.

“Thank you,” I said, wiping my mouth and getting up off the floor. “But that's really it for me.”

But I really, really am getting out of here. There’s something rotten about all this. I don’t care if I lose this fabulous body. I don’t care if I never taste Mister Castle’s cum again.

I don’t.

I
don’t
, okay? Really.

I’m leaving, and I’m getting my money, and they can’t stop me.

I
n the evening is dinner.

I attend to the Master and Mistress of the household, kneeling before them under the dinner table. Mostly, I begin with Lilah; over time, however, Claudette slides her fingers into Lilah’s cunt and takes over. That is my signal to switch over to Mister Castle. I take his enormity down my throat, all the while silently begging and pleading for my meal.

If I do well enough, he cums in my belly, giving me my dinner. This is so gracious of him. By letting me eat his cum for my meals, he doesn’t have to pay for my food—and so he can increase my pay!

Of course, mostly I just donate my paychecks directly back to him. I want for so little, and he pays me so much! As I said, I don't want any money from him.

I only want to serve.

I
’m not a virgin anymore.

I’m not a virgin anymore, and I’m still here.

I know. I know.

I know
, okay?

I know what I said. I know that I was leaving. And I know that I said I didn’t care about what Mister Castle said, or about this incredible body, or anything like that. I know!

But, um, well. Here’s what happened:

They convinced me.

Not Castle, no. Or at least not by himself. And not Terrence, either, though I could see he was let down when I refused to even speak with him when he swung by my room to talk. I was too busy packing, I insisted, and he had better scoot on along.

An hour after I finished my last entry about sucking Castle's cock, Claudette and Lilah appeared in my doorway.

“Knock, knock,” said Lilah.

You should have seen them. Both of them, leaning up against opposite frames—framing the doorway themselves with their busty, pregnant bodies. Their immense, milk-heavy tits just nearly touching at the nipple. They each wore tight stockings, sexy high heels, barely-there sheer panties, and gorgeous push-up bras. Lilah was in black, and Claudette was in white.

I wanted them, both, so bad. I forced myself to look away.

“Knock, knock,” Claudette said, echoing Lilah.

“Please, leave me be,” I said, trying to pack my suitcase. “I made my choice, okay? I’m going.”

“We know,” they said. “But we don’t want you to go.”

“Too bad.”

Claudette stepped inside and pressed against me, then.

“Please don’t go, Abbey.”

Lilah pressed hard against my body, too. “Yes, dear. Please? We like you so much.”

Lilah took the shoes out from my hand and placed them down on the bed. Claudette started emptying out the suitcase—I tried to grab the clothes
she
grabbed, but Lilah kept kissing my shoulder and arm, distracting me.

“N-no you don’t,” I said. “You’re just
saying
that. You’re just
saying
it because you want to keep me around to make fun of me. You’re just saying it because Mister Castle
made
you.”

“Oh, dear. He’s already given up. You said you wanted to go. He believed you. We’re here on our own accord. We’re desperate to see you stay with us. We like you, Abbey.”

“Yes,” said Claudette. “Truly. It’s so wonderful having a good friend like you here.”

“You don’t...you don’t mean that. You just want...”

“What?” said Lilah. “What is it you think we want?”

“You just want to mock me. You want someone to feel you're better than.”

Lilah and Claudette exchanged a long, sad look. “Oh, no!” they said in unison.

“We would
never
—”

“—You’re far too lovely to think—”

“—really? Us? We
love
you, Abbey, and we couldn’t possibly—”

“It’s just impossible to think—”

“—Please take it back? You don’t
truly
think we dislike you that much, do you?”

I could see that I really had hurt them. That all my walls built up to keep people out had kept out these two gorgeous, wonderful women who only ever had given me their full love and support.

It was hard not to cry.

I held my head down. My golden hair puddled in my overwhelming cleavage. Looking down, I could see their big, hot, lactating tits pressing against my own.