Chapter Twenty

Kimmy cursed herself for a clumsy fool as she crouched behind some flowering Azalea’s.

Stupid, stupid, stupid… her own reckless curiosity nearly got her caught.

Scoping out the grandiose manor house had been surprisingly easy. The well kept gardens and hedges offered no end of suitable hiding places from whence to spy through the many tall windows and glass fronted doors. The open layout of the vast home was designed to welcome in natural light and, incidentally, the scrutinous stare of Kimmy herself.

Everywhere but the garage where that idiot Mill-tard had sequestered himself soon after arriving.

So after she had watched the fat-titted parody of a chauffeur change into a fat-titted parody of a maid flouncing uselessly around the lavishly-appointed house–waving a feather duster and flashing her bare olive ass each time she bent over–for entirely too long, Kimmy had focused her attention on the mystifying Alina.

The regal blonde had spent an infuriating amount of time in simple quietude, reading a book of all things, while gracefully reclining on an antique shezlong in her sun room and occasionally sipping at a glass of red wine.

She was posed like an oil painting–her lustrous hair in a perfect golden cascade over her impressive breasts, still clad in the sapphire velvet ballgown–and Kimmy wasn’t certain how long she had gazed upon the captivating view until the gorgeous vision had finally stirred from her afternoon repose.

It had been like waking from a dream and she had needed to scurry under the cover of a long hedge to keep eyes of Alina as she glided towards the front of her home.

She must have drifted off in the warm sunshine because the older woman had somehow changed out the evening dress into an off the shoulder, figure-hugging white number that showcased off all her mature assets like an gallery exhibition of feminine perfection.

Then Alina had reached the large stone garage and Kimmy had lost her. The four automatic roller doors were securely shut and the only visible windows were narrow panels set high above ground level, securely out of reach. But there was a solid-looking elm growing a few feet away, with wide boughs that appeared navigable…

That was when she had the foolish idea to climb said tree.

It had been an uncharacteristically stupid decision and Kimmy had no sooner found a perch from which to peek into the dinghy outbuilding when the statuesque lady in question had looked directly up at the window and nailed her with a cold steely glare.

Kimmy had dropped from the branch immediately and almost twisted her ankle upon landing.

It hadn't been a very dignified scrambled for cover, and she had waited for the hue and cry but none had come. Now she was squatting behind an admittedly lovely flower shrub and trying to recall what she had seen in those precious few tumultuous seconds before falling.

The overachieving college girl had a nearly eidetic memory; the ability to vividly recall an image she had been exposed to for a brief period of time. It was just another demonstrable truth that set Kimmy high above her academic peers and served her well at that moment as she closed her dark eyes to concentrate.

There had been the garage. Empty but a long row of packed metal shelves along the back wall and a pile of cardboard boxes, wooden crates and other storage containers piled high in a far corner. Levi had been standing there, holding Alina in his arms with his back to Kimmy. The older woman had been staring up at him adoringly and saying something when–

Crash!

“Shit! Don’t know my own strength sometimes…”

Kimmy ducked reflexively at the startling clatter and peered through the pink and green foliage to see what was the matter.

The side access door to the garage had slammed open and was shuddering on its hinges from the forceful impact with the masonry behind it. Levi stood there, filling the doorframe with his powerful physique and carelessly tossing aside a large box as he hurried to check on the abused condition of the wall.

The cardboard split apart as it hit the ground, spewing forth a rainbow of festive colors. Kimmy’s nose twitched as an entire candy store’s worth of saccharine odors wafted past and her stomach decided this was a good time to remind her that it hadn’t been fed since breakfast.

“Phew, it’s fine. Gonna have to be more careful around doors in future.” Levi grumbled to himself, testing the swinging action of the hinges a few times to be sure before heading back inside. “What a fucking day I’m having…”

There was the distinct click of a deadbolt being thrown after the door closed behind him and Kimmy crept cautiously out of cover to inspect the discarded wreckage.

The answers had to be in the garage, her gut feeling was sure of that fact. Why else would Millard be spending so much time in the most secluded place on the property? Then she inspected the dazzling cacophony of sugary treats and Kimmy was struck by a wave of light-headed dizziness.

She was no stranger to marathon study sessions and low blood sugar was a thing when one prioritized lofty intellectual pursuits above the basic physical demands of their frail mortal shell.

Picking up the topmost item, Kimmy recognized it as a common, if off-brand, ring pop. The crinkly cellophane packaging labeled it as a GobSmacker™ and was light on manufacturer details or nutritional information but the electric purple candy diamond had to weigh over two hundred carats in sparkling crystallized dextrose.

Evidence. Kimmy needed scientific and perhaps even legal evidence of whatever weirdness was going on in this strange house. Lamenting the age-old lack of decent pockets in any remotely fashionable women’s clothing–her phone was already occupying one half of her modest bra–Kimmy ripped open the packaging and slipped the toy ring onto her middle finger.

It swam loosely on her dainty digit and she had clench her fist to stop it from sliding off. It wasn’t ideal and Kimmy had always hated candy jewelry almost as much as the cutesy girls at parties who sucked on the idiotic things.

Stupid basic bitches thinking they looked hot for having something closely resembling a baby's pacifier shoved in their stupid whore mouths.

Though it did smell deceptively appetizing, like the world's largest glazed cherry, and more importantly; it was tangible evidence.

As were the dozen or so lemon drop necklaces she strung about her neck and the three slim wrappings of pink flavored BubbleUp™ gum she tucked into her perky cleavage, just to be sure. She had snorted in derision at the last hurried acquisition. What was ‘pink flavored’ meant to taste like anyway? Pink was fucking color.

It just went to show that people were generally morons and would buy just about anything. Kimmy’s future in advertising had never looked so bright.

Suitably bedecked in her ill-gotten spoils, she checked her surroundings before sneaking off to further investigate likely nefarious undertakings going on in the tranquil Springfield suburb.

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Kimmy sheltered behind some rather lovely Hydrangeas and checked her phone’s battery life.

It was hovering at just over sixty percent and no new messages had come in. She sucked thoughtfully at the ring pop in her mouth and glanced back up at the rear of the large manor home. No new developments or appearances from Millard there either.

She had needed to put the GobSmacker™ somewhere as she operated her smartphone. The damn thing kept spinning on her skinny fingers and making everything sticky. It was a toss-up between throwing the incriminating sucker away or giving it a new home in between her teeth.

Kimmy was glad that she had chosen the latter option in the end, for sound logical reasons.

Firstly, her blood sugar woes were assuaged for the time being. The dizzy spells that too often led to irrational irritability and the ignominious hand tremors were gone. Secondly, she had functionally preserved an important clue. Only after reasoning that if they were harmful in any regard then a spineless square like Millard wouldn’t have just thrown them out where the local neighborhood fauna could have fed on them.

Lastly, and this was totally not important at all, the amethyst rock candy tasted really good. A bewildering bouquet of cherry (or was it grape?) seeped into her taste buds and turned her tongue violet. She had checked, using the camera in her phone as a makeup mirror, and even her lips were turning the same shade of a certain television dinosaur that children enjoyed watching.

Shit but kids were stupid. Singing stupid songs with a capering fool wearing a stupid dino costume.

Kimmy pulled the ring pop from her mouth and smacked her lips a few times. They felt tacky, glossy with a syrupy sweetness that made them tingle. She hoped there wasn’t anything too chemical in the obviously artificial flavoring agents. Weren’t they supposed to list those on the packaging with like, numbers and stuff?

She narrowed her pretty almond eyes at the princess cut candy crystal glued onto the plastic loop. It didn’t seem any smaller and the hard edges remained sharp despite her constantly licking tongue so she couldn’t have been sucking on it for that long…

It was probably fine.

“Kitten, come on me in the kitchen please.”

What the hell?

Kimmy’s head shot up from behind the flower garden like a meerkat alerted to danger.

The suspiciously beautiful Alina was strutting about the large kitchen, still attired in her form-fitting white midi dress with the off shoulder sleeves that left her slim neck and clavicles bare to the afternoon sun. Kimmy had a clear view of her through the folded back french doors less than twenty yards away as the beguiling blonde stood with one stilettoed foot crossed in front of the other like a runway model, bent low at the waist and retrieved a large glass mixing bowl from the bottom cupboard shelf to set on the polished marble countertop

“I am here, Mistress.” The explosively voluptuous Latina squeaked, tottering into the spacious room on her perilously high platform heels and practically bouncing clean out of her ludicrously undersized maid uniform. “How can I assist you?”

There was such a thing as too many bows and frills, Kimmy concluded scornfully as she watched the olive-skinned tart skip her way over to the ravishing blonde, the gauzy petticoats of her flaring skirts fluttering and exposing far too much of the bubbly nakedness beneath.

She shoved the GobSmacker™ back into her hungry mouth and sucked at it with visceral disapproval. The sweet taste was somewhat calming as her lapping tongue rolled over the purple gemstone.

“Kindly unzip me, girl.” Alina ordered perfunctorily, turning to one side to reveal the ruffled back of her tight dress. “Perform your duties adequately and we might put your earlier unruliness behind us.”

“Yes Mistress. Thank you so much, Mistress.”

Kimmy watched as the simpering slut stepped up behind her so-called Mistress and pulled down the zipper. Alina seemed to breath out a long held breath as she let the snowy fabric fall from her shoulders and released her full braless breasts.

They were like two heavy teardrops of supple, gravity-defying flesh. Twin perfect spheres that sat high and perky on her skinny dancer's frame without a hint of sag or outlines of blue veins that such size and weight usually wrought. They swayed hypnotically as she leaned over the mixing bowl and planted her hands on the far side of the polished kitchen counter.

Kimmy almost crushed the rock candy between her jealously grinding teeth at the sight of them.

“You may begin, Kitten. Remember, do as I taught you.”

Begin what exactly?

The spying coed’s unspoken question was soon answered as the buxom maid leaned over her lewdly exposed Mistress, reached both arms around the mature beauty’s slender sides and grasped a ripe raspberry nipple in each hand.

The position left Kitten molded to the taller woman’s back with her own **** endowments pancaked between them and their knees docked together. Then she pressed down on the dangling titflesh in her palms and squeezed…

This time Kimmy nearly dropped the sugary treat out of her slack jaw when two lines of white liquid shot into the glass mixing bowl. She blinked in disbelief, hardly crediting what she had just witnessed until the softly mewling maid drew out two more jets of creamy lactate into the container below.

Milk. That was honest to goodness breast milk. What the actual fuck was going on here?

“Does that feel good, Mistress?”

“Hmmm, yes. You may apply more pressure now that my flow has begun. Good Girl.”

Kimmy fought to regain some clinical detachment as she observed the milking maid shudder and moan in an obviously sexual response to the condescending praise. Was that an instilled Pavlovian response or maybe a trained trigger word?

Either way it was an alarming discovery.

She delved in her bra for her phone to record the troubling scene before her. It was so difficult to remain objective and think clearly when her lilac-stained lips prickled and throbbed in distraction. Now was not the time to be having an allergic reaction.

Kimmy jerked the GobSmacker™ from her tingling mouth at the same time she yanked the damn phone free of her pale cleavage, lost her grip and sent it flying into the decorative shrubbery. Worse still, the fucking sun was shining dead in her eyes and she lost track of where it landed.

In a childish fit of pique, she hurled the offending candy pop after it.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. This wasn’t like her at all! She was usually so cool and collected in both temperament and conduct. Other people made stupid mistakes like that. Never her…

She reached up and gently probed her inflamed lips. They were puffy and swollen but not tender or sore, just a little… sensitive. Sticky too. Kimmy was already beginning to regret throwing the novelty sweet away as her empty belly voiced its displeasure at the rash action with a serious grumble.

“Mistress is sooo~ generous and kind to her Kitten. I’m very grateful for all your instruction but do you think Master will fuck me soon? I want to please him so badly.”

That outlandish question dragged Kimmy’s attention back to the problem at hand. Or perhaps ‘in hand’ might have been the better turn of phrase, if the curvy Latina’s squeezing fingers were any indication.

The glass bowl was already a third full of sloshing milk and there didn’t appear to be any end to the golden-haired goddess’s creamy bounty. She hummed in prurient appreciation as her massive udders were milked and arched her lithe back like a drawn bow in unadulterated pleasure.

“That is entirely up to him, Kitten, I would not dare attempt to tame such a ferocious Lion to my command.” Alina purred as another half-cup of rich lactate jetted from her rubbery peaks. “To do so only invites failure and painful reprisal. My Darling is growing wild and free, finally casting aside the constraining fetters that have bound him, and becoming that which fate and providence have denied him for far too long.”

“I don’t understand Mistress. I adore the feeling of Master’s perfect manhood stretching my virgin throat and basking in the heat of it when I wrap my big boobies around it. The taste of his hot cum is delicious, like vanilla pudding, I can’t get enough,” The gasping maid sounded needy, ****. Even as she began to grind her dewy hairless mound against Alina’s pert butt and stain her crumpled skirts in her freelowing nectar. “But doesn’t he want to fuck my poor aching kitty raw? Am I doing something wrong?”

“Not at all, little one.” The gorgeous blonde cooed in misty-eyed delight, pushing her toned ass back into Kitten’s double-wide bucking hips as more of her milk splashed into the bowl. “Serve him. Venerate him. Give all of yourself to him. Love him as I do and be a good girl–”

This time Kimmy missed the full body climax that tore through the olive-skinned servant’s hourglass frame. She was busy sucking on one of the many lemon drop candy necklaces draped around her neck.

“–And my Lion may eventually recognize your value. Then he will pin your soft body to the bed, or bend you over the furniture as you clean, maybe even press you up against a wall so hard that you struggle to breathe as his Masterhood threatens to split you apart.”

“Yes, Mistress. Please YES! I want it, I need to feel my Master inside of me!”

The yowling maid was quivering like a bowl full of jelly, splayed out over her Mistress’s narrow back. Alina didn’t appear to mind the curvy girl’s weight and continued to clap her tight tooshie back into her as more milk ran from her pendulous chest.

A lot of it was missing the bowl and puddling on the marble counter.

“Good girl. What a good little Kitten you are, now cum for your Mistress.”

“Yaaasss Miiiistreess~!”

Kimmy’s dark eyes bulged as the writhing maid locked up in full-body spasm and orgasmed powerfully on command in the middle of milking the spouting blonde.

This is sheer horny madness, she thought. Sucking harder on the Lemon drop necklace as though that would aid her concentration.

It didn’t.

But the bumps and ridges of the candy jewelry felt like a soothing balm to her bee-stung lips, even if the acidic citrusy taste threatened to bleach her calculating mind clean of investigative aptitude. Each pastel yellow sugar bead had an individual letter on them and spelled out the word ‘B-L-O-N-D-I-E-S’ on repeat around the loop of stretchy cord.

Kimmy nervously nibbled on letter after letter and tried to wipe the sticky residue off her hands onto her breezy cotton romper. It didn’t really help and the floral print took on a greasy rumpled texture wherever she touched it.

Glancing back inside the kitchen she saw Alina straightening back up and tucking her immense bosom back into her figure-hugging midi dress. The glass mixing bowl in front of her was brimming with rich, white milk.

“Come zip me up, Kitten. Then fetch sugar, cocoa and gelatin from the pantry. Today I will teach you how to cook something very special.”

The busty maid looked up from where she was bent over the countertop with her thick rump poking rudely out from beneath her obscenely short, swishy petticoats and slurping up the spilled cream with a pleased smile.

“Of course, Mistress. Thank you for the milk and the lesson.”

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