“I’m sorry to trouble you, Miss Rina, but could you please look after Miss Corin and Miss Ellen while I finish our commission?”
“Of course, Master Lycaon.” Alexandrina ‘Rina’ Sebastiane complied into the communicator on her ear, as she hovered near the oven currently baking her latest batch of treats, “I shall endeavour to make sure the young maids are all rested and proper by the time we need to leave.”
“Very good. Please check in with the Masters Proxy once both of our young ladies are settled.” The wolf Thiren ended the call, just as the oven dinged and her beloved little Bangboos Anastella and Drusilla quickly opened it and pulled the dubious treats safely from the inferno within (If he had heard that ding, he might’ve saved all three women from what was about to transpire). A third Bangboo lay sleeping on a nearby mantle, its orange scarf with #1and little black jacket a nice contrast from the little maid costumes she’d made for her own, so Rina paid it no mind. So long as that Bangboo was here, the others would easily find her.
Having finished the two glazes she had decided on before Von Lycaon had notified her of what was to be expected of her until he returned, she couldn’t help but be pleased at how both the concoctions had turned out.
The metallic sheen she’d managed to achieve for the gray and sickly sweet smelling sugar glaze was a marvel she hadn’t been able to achieve prior, the light causing the grey glaze to seem yellow or black depending on how it hit it; Rina was sure to think the sweets-loving Ellen Joe would be hooked on it, despite how often she avoided Rina’s pastries and sweets.
Whereas the pale blue bitter glaze was astounding, as she had no idea how she’d managed to get the almond-based concoction this vibrant a pale blue, and she was eager to go over the recipe with her Bangboos and see how light or dark a blue she could get it; since Master Lycaon wouldn’t be available, she prepared some of the cookies for Corin.
She could just make a batch of just the sugar glaze cookies, but if they did turn out to be a hit with Ellen, Rina had to ensure that Corin had an option, as nothing got between Ellen Joe and her sweets.
As if on cue, the door to the hideout apartment quietly opened, signalling the arrival of one of her girls, followed quickly by the thunder of an approaching storm.
“I-I’m back.” Came the timid call of Corin, several loud thuds following the young maid’s journey to the kitchen as she put her equipment down. She apparently knew that their Head Butler was away, for the young maid would try to be more subtle about walking through their current dwelling if she knew the wolf Thiren was in attendance, as so long as they weren’t on duty and only employees were present, Rina loved to spoil the timid maid and let her be free of the obligations of perfection working for their company expected of her.
Zipping all over the kitchen with the eerie silence that her manipulation of electromagnetism allowed her, Rina efficiently and effortless made the kitchen spotless. And with a stroke of genius, she was quick to start the kettle, the whistle of the fast boiling kettle quickly covering any other noises her hovering couldn’t account for.
I need to hide the evidence.
As much as it pained her, none of the employees of Victoria Housekeeping would touch any food Rina offered if there was evidence she had been cooking, but they could occasionally be ‘convinced’ to eat food she offered when they were tired and didn’t have their suspicions raised.
And unlike with her food, no one distrusted her tea, as she had quickly mastered the techniques Master Lycaon had expected of her.
Hearing the final thud of Corin’s battle-saw being balanced against the side table right outside the kitchen, Rina was already in position, bowing to the young maid as she inched her way into the kitchen.
“Welcome back, young miss.” Rina bowed slightly, deeper than her position as Head Maid would normally allow but shallow enough that if Master Lycaon had been present he would overlook it.
Cautiously, Corin scanned the kitchen, and apparently relieved at not finding what she had been looking for, idled up to the Head Maid and gave her a quick hug.
Picking the young maid up into the hug and twirling her effortlessly through the air, Rina chose to interpret what she’d seen as Miss Corin looking for Lycaon or Miss Ellen, Corin’s embarrassed giggles brushing away any negative feelings that might have wanted to form.
“Has Miss Ellen not returned yet?” Corin asked, moving to the table and pulling a stool out, her posture still impeccable compared to the currently missing shark Thirin.
“Not yet, but given how she didn’t arrive with you,” Rina floated to where the tea stash was, and began preparing a fairly strong lavender tea, “I can assume she said something along the lines of she’ll catch up once she she’s ready?”
Unlike the diligent yet clumsy Corin, their grouchy yet hyper competent shark maid marched to the tune of her own drum right up until either Lycaon or Rina needed her to expend more energy than she wanted to. She didn’t quite understand it, but once both she and the Head Butler had worked out a middle ground with Ellen Joe, she had become an almost perfect maid……if you ignored her crass mannerisms.
I’m not going to complain that we can’t give Ellen jobs that require her to be away.
“Yup.” Corin beamed at the sight of the tea Rina had chosen, “I think she saw a convenience store, so she might be later than expected after she’s gorged herself.”
Placing the freshly brewed tea in front of the inexperienced maid, Rina tutted her in joking admonishment, “Now now, I know it is in jest, but when talking about your friends and co-workers, you should be more careful in your word choices.”
As Corin’s face flushed in embarrassment, Rina was quick to place the cookie next to the cup of tea.
“I-I’m s-sorry, I-I didn’t m-mea–” Corin stammered, going overboard in her reaction to the easily fix faux pas and missing the joking tone.
“It’s fine, Miss Corin,” Rina shushed her, putting the warm tea into her hands and guiding it to her lips, distracting her, “I know what you meant, but unless you have heard Miss Ellen refer to how she devours sweets as gorging, you should try to use more neutral language.”
Knowing what the young maid was like, Rina waited the few seconds she would need to ensure Corin had started to drink before teasing her a little more, “I would avoid using words like guzzling, or calling our friend gluttonous.”
The sputtering of tea happened on cue, Rina handing the giggling maid who was definitely not choking on the tea a handkerchief.
“You should use a phrase like ‘sating her appetite’.”
Sputtering for a different reason, and her embarrassment now one of shared mirth, Corin giggled even more.
“Duly noted, Miss Rina.”
Her guard now well and truly down, she noticed the pale blue cookie, and took a noticeable bite.
It was as she swallowed that she went deadly still, as thoughts clicked together.
“Miss R-Rina, did you make these?”
“The little darlings warmed them up for you and Ellen, so you could both have a snack for when you returned.” Rina had done this song and dance before, avoiding the direct question while giving her interrogator enough information to make their own decisions.
It was an important skill to learn as a Maid, especially for the more clandestine individuals Victoria Housekeeping dealt with, and it was a skill Corin both lacked and had trouble noticing.
Well, that was her justification for constantly trying to feed both of the younger maids her food, as if they were going to keep complaining about how her heartfelt creations were ‘poisonous’ or ‘bad for your health’, the least they could do was be the subjects of impromptu ‘poisonings’.
Corin looked from the pale blue cookie to the hovering Head Maid back and forth, before sighing and dejectedly finishing her tea.
“Well, we have tomorrow off.” She muttered as Rina hovered over and collected the tea cup, taking it to the sink.
But in those few moments it took for Rina to get to the sink, turn the tap on, and had the cup cleaned to perfection, that something overcame the young maid.
As the instant Rina let go of the cup and turned back to her, that the young maid was suddenly pressed right up against her, the gap in Rina’s skirt quickly pushed aside as Corin’s hand firmly gripped her shapely rear and holding the hovering maid in place against her, as Corin buried her face in her bust, taking deep breaths before looking up at her from between her breasts, Corin’s face a deeper, need red than the light pink she knew to mean the young maid was embarrassed.
“Miss Corin, wha—“
What a lot of folks didn’t realise is that the young maid was easily one of the physically strongest employees at Victoria Housekeeping, hence why she was allowed to wield such a heavy weapon as the battle-saw, which meant that unless Rina did something to get control, she would be at the mercy of the young maid.
As she had returned to pressing her face back into Rina’s bust, she missed what she initially said, but as Corin’s grip on her ass tighten and pulled her as close as she desperately craved.
“Your. Fault. Help. Me.” Each word was a desperate plea, Corin doing all she could to seemingly not tear Rina’s underwear off of her.
…oh dear, I hadn’t expected this sort of reaction.
From what she had gathered, most of her food just led to nausea or other stomach issues. Such an incredibly potent and fasting acting aphrodisiac was an interesting avenue, as it might be a way to help salvage her reputation as a cook.
“Miss Corin, where are we?” Rina commanded, using a tone of voice all workers on the company knew to mean ‘fall in line and obey’.
And as Corin was a good girl, the authority Rina possessed could seemingly still penetrate the potent lust coursing through her.
“The kitchen?” Corin’s grip loosened, as confusion helped keep her focused on something besides the curvy head maid.
“Exactly.” Rina slowly and carefully pried herself out of the astoundingly strong grip of the young maid.
“As a Maid, where are we supposed to take assignations when a master can’t be dissuaded?”
Reaching towards the nape on her neck, Rina quickly loosed an electric charge that raced through
The diligent maid blinked dully at her, as her brain tried to process what she said. As she turned to look around, Rina used the blind spot to dash to the other doorway, which led to the lounge. It wasn’t perfect, but Corin’s training hadn’t led to ‘Night Maid’ duties, as that was an extra course one could partake in once you finished your training.
And thanks to the unique locks that ensured her rather tight maid outfit stayed in place, said outfit effortlessly flowed off of her, the impeccable black and white dress landing in a heap, the noise snapping the lusty Corin to it, before she saw the lingerie glad phantom.
Rina was thankful for the high grade uniform, as the rigidity of the special lock system she’d had installed meant she could wear the most risqué lingerie she had, the skin-tight fabric doing an awful job fighting the losing war of holding her full bust against the entropic pull of gravity, but given the way Corin’s lust-clouded were laser focused on the dimpled cloth atop her nipple.
She was certain that both the younger maids preferred the gentle touch, but the hot lightning that had arced from her maid-handled cheeks through her crotch and up through her core had attuned her lightning rods for further attention.
And unlike Ellen, who was very ‘direct’ in her needs if it arrived, Corin’s gaze told her sweet electric bliss would constantly be thrumming through her hardened tips.
“Corin?”
“Mmm?”
Rina leaned forward slowly, allowing gravity to keep Corin’s gaze on her chest, before she raised the arm she kept tucked in front of her up past her cleavage, and extended it forward, locking eyes with her poor charge.
“As you’ve been trained, you should never keep a lady waiting, and should escort her by hand.”
Well, Corin hadn’t been trained that way yet, but she had enough discipline to obey the Head Maid using her Authority, which was definitely being backed by an overcharged sex drive that was doing whatever it could to get the young maid to touch and be touched by the older woman.
Her pace initially slow as the small woman lumbered towards the phantasmagorical image of a naked woman floating in the air wreathed in casual arcs of energy, but the closer she got, the more the burning saw-blade that was her loins drove her forward, effortlessly pulling the floating maid behind her.
“Over here, pet.” Rina crooned into Corin’s ear as she floated next to the young maid, pulling her to the ‘bedding’.
Normally, when Victoria Housekeeping needed a safe house, it was fully furbished for their needs.
But the Raider Gangs had caused the mission to go off course to such a degree, that the Masters Phaethon had managed to buy access to one of the safe-houses of one of their other groups of agents.
The state of it might be terrible, but the bedding will do.
The bedding was more just a collection of every pillow, blanket and scrap of vaguely useful fabric, with only the lounge spared as it had intended to be for Master Lycaon, as to spare him any potential issues of sharing a ‘bed’ with the maids under his employment.
Ellen Joe will probably claim that when she comes back.
Corin, meanwhile, was preoccupied with nothing but the annoyance of an almost naked older woman floating above where she planned to be fucked by her, and her refusal to conform to the etiquette of gravity.
“Rina…” She buzzed, echoing her beloved battlesaw in how she whined in desperation for any stimuli.
Corin was restraining herself quite admirably, her firm and insistent tugs not showing any of the prestigious Rina wanted her to exhibit more of.
“How may one be of service?” she asked, as Corin’s restraint snapped and she launched herself at the older woman, reasserting gravity’s caress on to more than just the delightfully squishy parts of Rina that Corin was now kissing.
Since Rina had earned the title of Head Maid, she’d long since given up her duties as a Night Maid, as the sort of clientele she and Master Lycaon dealt with got obsessively possessive and clingy if sex was involved, but she missed it something fierce.
She missed it so much that it was a private service she only offered to clientele they knew could be trusted not to mess with Victoria Housekeeping, which had been no one as of late.
Though adding the Phaethon ‘siblings’ might be on the agenda…..
The Siblings had easily earned everyone’s trust, to the point she was actively considering asking them to help Ellen and Corin learn about this side of their industry, so they could both have a safe outlet for any ‘energy’ they picked up during their assignments and help them decide if they wanted their sex lives to have the impersonal aspect that being a Night Maid offered.
It was entirely possible that they could have a happy and fulfilling sex life if they eventually agreed to offer that service, but Victoria Housekeeping dealt with shady figures, and the Siblings would ensure nothing easily tempted the young maids.
As Corin’s worship of her bosom moved from alternating between both sides of the valley she was buried in and started to focus on just one breast, Rina pooled the energy radiating within her core, and sent it along the final set of wires, unlocking the clasps whose only job was to ensure the petty excuse for clothing attached to her, her thighs rubbing as the static ran up and down all the straps and pushed her own needs to the fore front.
The lingerie wouldn’t fall off her per se, but now she didn’t have to worry about Corin tearing through the straps in search of the aroused nipple she was seeking.
“More.” Corin demanded, latching herself on to one of Rina’s desperate peak, direct stimuli causing a different sensation from the phantom needs of the ignored nipple to course and race through her core, proverbial sparks igniting a desperate hunger she missed.
Corin added more fuel as her free grasped at the ignored breast, kneading and groping what flesh she could fit into hands too small to work what Rina had to offer.
Oh I wish Ellen were here. She has what is needed to truly enjoy my appeal.
As it was improper of a Head Maid to state, but Rina preferred a more dominant partner with masculine appendages: she enjoyed having the one using her chest straddle it, bury their cock inside, and mark her chest with their seed.
Granted, she also enjoyed being ploughed like a whore, but that was during her private hours.
But Corin lacked what she needed, so she would have to make do.
“Mistress, place you thigh against my vagina, and I’ll give you my fingers.”
She felt like spoiling the timid maid, so she might as well give her the title to go with it.
Corin was quick to comply, a firm pressure for Rina to grind against an acceptable trade for the potential danger.
Corin’s strength was formidable, but as Rina had yet to see Corin through any sexual training, she didn’t want to risk the clumsy maid breaking her delicate and necessary digits using a potential vice grip of a pussy. If she needed to, Rina could reciprocate a thigh and get the needy girl off that way.
I also have my secret weapon~.
Weaving her hand through the tangled mess that their entwined bodies was slowly becoming, Rina found her mistress’ underwear, and slid her hand between the material and needy sex moist with arousal, Corin’s hips hungering for any sensation and trying to feed Rina’s probing digits into the aching hole, where Rina was quite firm and held her hand in place, parting the vaginal lips and allowing Corin’s desire to flow, her clit anchored firmly between the two fingers.
Her thighs might be a danger, but I’m think the little mistress should be safe to finger.
Replacing one of her fingers so that one now rested on the needy slit while a finger on each side kept Corin’s desire flowing and aching, Rina dared to venture into the unexplored depths of the younger maid, the tight hole relinquishing more of the liquid honey as the tight muscles both resisted and sucked on the invading digit.
Hmm, I need to help her relax….
Rocking her finger back and forth in the little progress she had made, Rina decided to change her approach: the current approach of allowing the ‘mistress’ to dominate and use her would work perfectly on Ellen, but Rina knew for a fact Corin was a more subservient, and she often responded fairly well to how Rina spoiled her.
It was highly likely that this dominant facade was more just a hyper charged libido forcing her to act and sate a fire she was not prepared for.
Weaving the fingers of her hand into the younger maid’s hair and preparing her for the change in roles, Rina slowly eased her fingers out of the lusty maid’s panties, Corin’s need whining being the sign she needed to pull the nursing girl off her bosom, Rina having to suppress the almost whorish moan that escaped as Corin flailed and pulled her free nipple harder than she had expected, the sensitive nub now throbbing in the cool air of their hideout.
It’s twin was just as sensitive, the maid’s vigorous sucking in search of a mother’s milk etching a different kind of desperation in that breast, a strange pressure building up and seeking a release Rina hadn’t know she needed in it.
“Mistress, I have a better idea.” She lightly pushed against the heavy and rigid body of Corin pining her to the bedding, who in turn accepted the touch and followed Rina’s lead, allowing the elder maid to sit up and guide her into a more supine position across her lap, the unintentionally brutalised nipple in front of her face, Rina hoping to have Corin get the same desperate, building sensation to form in her other breast.
She had an idea of what it could be, but she hadn’t expected herself to be capable of it, as she was taking the expected medication that meant no seed could flourish in her maidenly fields and lead to the ripening of her body.
Looks like now that I’ve fed her engine a little, she’s easier to control.
“H-how is t-this any d-different to what w-we were doing before?” Corin stammered, the lust fog still present in her eyes, but her faculties now more present and accepting of the situation.
She was used to the younger maid not looking her in the eye during her instructions, but having the normally timid maid laser focused on the reddened nipple was new.
“As you haven’t been trained in the bedroom arts, this will be new to you,” Rina started, one hand cupping the breast in front of Corin’s face and keeping the nipple just out of reach, the other hand resting on her stomach with just enough force that Corin unconsciously knew to not try and push against it, “but the positions a partner takes can affect the state of their body.”
Rina couldn’t help but bite her lip to suppress her own need as she watched Corin’s lips unconsciously pucker whenever the aching nub got so desperately near to her.
“And while I know Miss Ellen likes to be on top, I get the feeling you prefer to be pampered and have things done to you.”
The sudden flush of embarrassment meant Rina had been correct, the sudden display of a more dominant Corin had been her libido talking and not what she actually craved.
“And this i-is more what I m-might want?” Corin asked, before being silenced by Rina tenderly feeding her overstimulated nipple into the younger maid’s needy mouth, Corin eagerly sucking on the object of her desire, slowing how she enjoyed the nub as she saw Rina begin to pull back before stopping as her nursing became more gentle.
Rina began to rub the young maid’s head, ruffling the grayish green hair before smoothing it out in a more soothing motion.
“Those who enjoy being pampered and who fixate on my breast do seem to enjoy this more relaxed position, yes~.” Rina crooned, slowly dragging the hand on Corin’s stomach down to betwixt her legs, Corin eagerly parting the impromptu dam of her closed legs at the slightest touch of Rina’s hand at the band of her underwear, ever so slowly pushing the outstretched digits through the neatly trimmed bush and savouring the coarse feel of the needy maiden’s secret garden.
But she invaded this private space no further, teasing her little maid with the slight movement.
“This position also allows us to have full control of what our masters and mistresses do.”
Having sunk back into the haze of pleasure, Corin’s nursing on her tenderised nipple had intensified when her hand had started to toy with her bush, one of Corin’s free hands wrapping around Rina’s waist and pulling her closer, the other firmly placed on the free and seemingly more engorged nipple, groping her breast while squeezing the nipple as she let go.
Seeing her young charge had given in, Rina decided to follow suit, her breathing now hard as she moaned, different types of pressure building in each breast, the nursing and groping encouraging Rina to part Corin’s vaginal lips and finger the maid’s pussy, the tight depths still somewhat tight, yet the invading finger was able to get all the way down to the knuckle, Corin’s hungering hole clamping and milking it like the sexual organ it seemingly craved.
The pressure in Rina’s breasts was reaching a breaking point, whatever the source was seemingly close to hitting the point it needed to ‘release’ the building sensation. As her nethers were currently situated in a position that meant she wouldn’t be getting any vaginal orgasm, she settled for whatever bliss the sensation barrelling toward her might wreak across her electrified form.
I almost forgot my place as a maid!
Unless discussed prior, or the maid in question knew their master’ or mistress’ preference, a Night Maid was meant to be a tool for sexual relief: Whether they came or not was secondary to ensuring their master or mistress was sated first. Only then might the Maid in question be allowed to get off.
Which meant her personal pride as a Maid was now in a private race between whatever Corin’s nursing was bringing over her, and if she could finger the maid into her first pampered orgasm.
Forming a V-shape with her index and pinky fingers to keep Corin spread wide and ensuring her palm was pressed against the inexperienced clit, Rina expertly pushed a second into Corin’s depths, her hips bucking hard as she fucked herself on Rina’s fingers.
It would have been a surefire victory, as Corin was now doing all the work, the young maid grinding herself against the now rigid arm firmly entrenched in her cunt, until Rina felt the pressure ‘give’.
She struggled to control her breathing, as the release cascaded throughout her breast, dormant parts of her female form forcibly awakened by an overeager and inexperienced maid, the pressure shooting up from her nipples and forcibly drawing something down and through the aching peaks.
Rina had but moments to figure something out of this release would continue down through her core and finish her off before Corin’s hips stopped bucking against her hand.
She had planned to deploy her secret weapon when Corin was more aware of what Rina was doing to her, as she didn’t like to exploit her body in this was very often.
But her pride as the Head Maid of Victoria Housekeeping demanded that Corin must cum first, so deploy it she did.
Gathering the ambient energy saturating the safehouse from the storm approaching, she had but mere moments to force it into the hand buried in Corin’s voracious quim, and let it loose, her hand vibrating to such an extreme degree that Corin’s overcharged body went rigid as it feasted upon the violent chainsaw-like vibrations focused between her legs.
To anyone else, the maids seemed to cum and expel their sexual fluids in sync, a large violent spray from Corin’s cunt as the erratic vibrations of Rina’s hand pushed the inexperienced maid into heights of pleasure she had never known were possible, her sexual fluids spraying everywhere in front of her cunt.
Whereas a different fluid came from the elder maid, as she wordless came as Corin’s nursing became desperate as her orgasm tore through her smaller frame, rewarding the lust drunk maid with a sweet liquid, that she hungrily drank, the free hand milking Rina as the free tit rained milk upon the supine form of the young maid across Rina’s legs.
But to Rina, she knew she’d cum first, and she couldn’t have that.
Corin finally went limp, her body unable to hold itself against the vibrating hand and sliding off the violent digits, the last of her sexual juices flying everywhere as Rina dispersed the gathered energy out of her hand, the motion causing Corin to let go of the nipple she had been feeding on.
Cupping her breasts, and giving them a long, slow squeeze, Rina had another smaller orgasm as the pressure in her chest forced itself through the sensitive nerves and flesh of her nipples and sprayed more of it’s milky mess on to the insensate younger maid.
Hmmm, I wonder if this has anything to do with how often Ellen’s been using me during her heat periods…
In theory, the birth control Victoria Housekeeping used was the best money could buy, and nothing short of a virile freak of nature should be able to bypass it.
…but Ellen Joe wasn’t the sort to wait, so she often used Rina when the two went off to ensure previously explored safe areas of a Hollow were still safe.
It was highly likely that one of the temporary Hollows they’d explored had done something to one of them, and it had been bad timing. Or maybe it was just the most minor of etheric corruption that wasn’t enough to be detected by their kits.
Oh well, no point worrying about spilt milk now. I have my pride to regain.
Easing the young maid off her legs, Rina positioned herself between Corin’s, before raising the maid’s legs up on to her shoulders, easing forward as she pinned the maid beneath her, Rina’s own needy pussy now resting atop the younger maids, slowly rubbing herself back and forth against the slowly awakening maid.
“Sorry Miss Corin, I have a duty to protect the honour of our esteemed establishment~.”
Lost in her new found duty, Rina failed to notice that Eous, the Bangboo that had previously been in the kitchen, was now ‘sleeping’ on a nearby side table, eyes glowing as it watched the show with rapt attention.
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