Maid Maid World

Mary nearly had a fully formed outfit, she was pacing by the elevators waiting for the brat and the bimbo to come down from their night with the master. That’s when she caught sight of Cleopatra coming back from the pool. She had a towel in her hand and a bathing suit that amounted to three pasties tied together.

Cleo eyed Mary with a look she knew all too well. Her eyes devoured Mary and her red skin, Cleopatra had the eyes of a predator, and all the contestants were meat to her. “Are you the elevator guard now?” The dark skinned woman quipped. Sounding **** than her gaze suggested.

“Ah no.” Mary averted her eyes from the woman’s lewd outfit. “Waiting for some people, but while I’ve got you here, can I get dressed?” Despite her reputation, Cleopatra had always been willing to let Mary get dressed, always extending aaaaaall the way back to last week.

Cleo seemed to think it over, Mary hated when they thought it over. “What’s it worth to you? You have Bp, right?”

“You’re not getting my points.”

Cleo pouted. “I really do feel sorry for you, having Olympias treat you this way is so unfair. Is she going to flog you if I don’t say yes?”

Mary gritted her teeth. “You aren’t getting my points.”

Cleopatra nodded as if sympathetic for her situation. “I’m just so greedy, I’m not sure I can give it away for free. Tell ya what, since your enemy is my enemy, I’ll do it for a service.”

“What service?”

“Oral pleasure.”

“You know lesbianism is an affront to God, right?”

“That’s what makes it hot.”

“Whatever, fine. My ass is still sore from yesterday. Let’s get to your room, and I’ll hoover your cooter.”

“Oh my room is in no state for company, let’s do it here.” Cleopatra dropped her towel and leaned against the wall.

“Fuck you, there are people here.”

Cleo shuddered. “I know, I would never have done this in life. I’m so disgusting!” She pulled the white fabric of her swimsuit away from her pussy. “What about you? How far have you fallen?”

Mary grumbled, fuck all these bitches. She dropped to her knees, and dove in. Licking at Cleopatra and her folds, ferociously.

Cleopatra purred and soaked in the pleasure. “Taste me slut, in front of the whole world.” She watched the npcs smile and wave at her. She waved back and pressed Cleopatra into her. “I’m glad you’re here with me, glad we can do this together, yes work your tongue in, taste how hot I am? That’s you, that’s your downfall, it’s so beautiful! Can you feel it, my juices infecting your mind? Making you like me? Are you getting hot thinking of how slutty this is, how disgusting we are? I know I am.” She gasped, clenching her eyes shut, the partner was mediocre, but the experience was exquisite. “Deeper, faster, come on Mary let me corrupt you!”

"I'm serious girl!" Erica punched Boudica in the shoulder. "Where did you learn to be so dang sexy huh?"

"Yer tellin' me that wasn't all an act?"

"Oh my pussy was melting Boudica I swear." Erica brushed out her hair, and pulled a pair of sweats up under her skirt. Boudica had a big puffy pink jacket on. It was time for a little training, Eve was meeting them outside.

"Well, I had fun too." Boudica confessed. "I guess it was easy for me, being brainwashed and all."

"Sorry about that, by the way..."

"Ack, don't worry about it. I don't have any hard feelings towards you... being brainwashed and all."

"I get it, I get it, I'm sorry. But the points!"

Boudica smirked. "I guess we better be thankin' Olympias for joining in. She got some good points with that first time bonus."

"I thanked her enough, believe me." Erica could still taste the semen, and honey from Olympias' snatch.

"And I just want to say..." Boudica sighed, and shrugged. "If you want to do it again... maybe on my night... I'm around." Aww she was actually shy, those fierce eyes couldn't rise to meet Erica's. How sweet.

"Really?" Erica sat up. "You mean it?"

"You're still so sexy Erica, and well, frankly I was having so much fun playing with you, you didn't get to play with me!"

"That's true..." Her eyes flicked down. "I never did get to see that bimbo foofie..."

——-

“Here kittty, kitty, kitty.” Cleopatra sang, as she opened up the door to the honeymoon sweet. “Wow!” She cough, instantly hit with the sexual humidity of the room. She felt her sex suddenly switch on, she felt like a car starting its ignition, it was almost mechanical, nothing like the spreading warmth she was used to. Inside helen was rubbing her sex against the post of the bed, looking just miserable. “As if I need your trait to make me horny at the sight of this.” Cleopatra grinned, quite admiring her friend’s situation.

“Arf!” Helen barked excitedly and ran over to Cleopatra. Instantly her pussy latched onto Cleo’s leg, and she started humping.

“Aww.” Cleopatra cooed, and petted the sweaty matted hair of the puppy. “I forgive you too.” She untangled a few knots in the girls hair. “At least tell me they’re feeding you in here…” She noticed a pink dog bowl in the corner, and figured room service was taking care of her.

“Arf!”

“Mhm.” Cleopatra scratched her head, and looked about. “I came to have sex with you, Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“Arf!” Helen looked up at her with thankful tears in her eyes.

“I know, I know you don’t deserve me, call it pity.” She smiled to herself. “But you keep making those upsetting dog noises, I’m a cat person you know.” She massaged Helen’s head with both hands. She imagined she had the blonde’s little pea brain in her hands, and was shaping it like clay. “Be a cat, be a cat, be a cat.” She repeated.

Helen whimpered at first as Cleo put pressure on her skull, but soon it turned into a sigh, followed my a low and clear purr.

“There we go, that’s better. How do you feel?”

“Mew?” Helen asked, in a high innocent voice.

“Good.” She ran her hand through Helen’s hair again. “But I don’t know what cat would let themselves be fucked in such a dirty state?” Cleopatra gestured to Helen’s sweat-caked body.

“Mew?” Helen looked down at herself, still humping, then began to lick at her arm like a cat cleaning itself.

“No no.” Cleo laughed. “We’re taking you to the shower.”

“Tskkkkkk.” Helen hissed, backing away from Cleo.

Cleo just per her hands on her hips. “Well it’s the only way I’m going to fuck you, soooo…”

Hele pouted, and after a moment of consideration, disengaged with Cleopatra’s leg, and started towards the bathroom, with its shower for two.

“Good girl.” Cleo smirked, then checked the wet spot on her leg. “How naughty.” Once Helen was inside the bathroom, Cleopatra shut the door on her, and dialed Olympias.

“Queen of Hell speaking.”

“Haha.” Celopatra rolled her eyes. “It’s Cleopatra, listen, I’ve got Helen here, and she just seems so **** for me to fuck her.”

“Go ahead.”

“Yeeeeah, that’s the thing, I’m not sure I want to.”

There was a sigh from the other side of the phone, followed by what sounded like a slap of some kind. “What do you want?”

“Fifteen bp.”

“You’re insane.”

“Probably, thanks to this show. But it’s a good deal. I’ll give her fifteen points in return, fifteen vp, and you’ll be getting a refund. Everyone wins here.”

It really was a good deal for those two. That was a massive boost in the rankings for Helen, with no harm done to Olympias, didn’t she care of Helen above everything? Cleo hoped so. Her plan was as sick as it was clever. Simple too. She was going to sleep with Helen, and infect her with corruption trait. From there she’d upgrade it to max for Helen, not only putting them in the same dirty frame of mind, but making her infectious too. Then the girl who was encouraged to sleep with the whole harem would spread it for Cleo. Wasn’t her personal branch of transformations called School Slut? Well she wouldn’t be a proper slut without passing on a little hpv here and there.

“No.”

“It’s a one-for-one trade! That’s a massive amount of points for her.”

“Feel free to give them to her.” And that was the end of the call.

Cleo grumbled. “That bitch.” Probably thought she was a horny enough freak that she’d do all the work for free. Cleopatra opened the door and found a confused-looking Helen looking up at her. “Sorry about that, had to take a call. Let’s get you into the show.”

Oh well.

Cleo figured she could settle for corrupting Helen just a little bit.

—--

“Hiya Boudica!” A naked, and bouncy redhead greeted Boudica as she and Erica came down from the master suite.

Boudica looked around in surprise. “And you are?”

“It’s your bimbo bestie, Eve! Doi!” The naked woman hugged Boudica and kissed her on the cheek. “Your bimbo brain is so cute and dumb that it doesn’t even recognize me! That’s sooooo hot babe!”

“Off!” Boudica roared, pushing the red-head away. “My bimbo brain’s werkin’ just fine, thanks. I ain’t seen yer lily white tooshie round here before. I’d know! This mountain’s only big enough for one redhead!”

Eve giggled, and got down on her knees. “You’re so angry all the time! It’s tre cute babe!”

“I think that is her.” Erica whispered to Boudica. “Remember, she got that new trait? I guess it’s your turn.”

“What are ya, supposed to be my sister or something?”

“I dunno!” Eve giggled, she had a droopy eyelid that hinted at some early morning inebriation.

“You don’t even have any freckles, this is a disgrace.”

“Freckles are inperfections in the skin, and I’m perfect!” Eve beamed.

“I’ll kill her!” Boudica lunged forward but, Erica held her back.

“She’s on our side.”

“No one talks about freckles that way. They’re the lord’s kisses!”

“Calm down.” Erica spanked Boudica, feeling a little naughty, but enjoying the plush feel of her ass. “She didn’t mean anything from it.”

“Nuh, uh!” Eve nodded. “Imperfections are what make humans special. Your freckles are so tre cute babe, like fer sure!”

“Why’s she talking like that?” Boudica whispered.

“That’s what a bimbo’s supposed to sound like.”

“I’ll kill a man who makes me talk like that, fer sure.”

Erica rolled her eyes. “Say cunt.”

“Snuggle you Erica.” Boudica pushed her playfully. Then growled. “Ah fudge, I mean to say snuggle, not, snuggle. Dang Doodle, I hate this trait!”

While she ranted the red skinned maid, who’d been waiting in the hall approached them. “Yo.” She looked between the three. “Can I uh, get dressed?”

“Like, what do you think babe?” Eve asked, throwing her arms around Boudica.

“Don’t snugglin’ care, stop askin’ me.”Boudica rolled her eyes.

“Saaaaame.” Eve gushed. “So the same.”

That was easy. Mary looked to Erica hopefully, but saw that once again her big mouth had gotten her in trouble. “Erica?”

“Hmm I dunno.” Erica pretened to think it over. “What was that you said to me yesterday?”

“I’m sorry.” Mary lied.

“Oh yeah.” Erica snapped, and gve Mary the middle finger. “There it is.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got a big mouth, like I don’t already know that.” She put her hands on her hips. “So what do you want dyke? Want me to eat you out?”

“Ugh.” Erica cringed. “As if!” She then moved passed Mary and took her two bimbos with her.

“Ah fuck!” Mary checked her watch. “Wait come back! I’m sorry!”

“Just fuck off, I don’t want to talk to you.” Erica gruffed, moving into the lobby.

“Olympias is going to paddle my ass again if I’m not fully dressed.”

“Yeah well I had to lick jizz out of her snatch yesterday, so I’m not overly sympathetic.”

“Must have been a lot of dust up there.” Mary chuckled to herself. “Listen, just skip to the part where you tell me what I need to do.”

“There’s nothing to do.” Erica said coldy, then turned on Mary. “You don’t get what you want. Simple as that.”

Mary smirked, getting that nasty look in her eyes. “Well that’s the kind of thing that makes me want to kill.”

“Groodie.” Eve scoffed.

“Not a good idea.” Boudica shoved Mary in the shoulder.

“Fer sure.”

“Fine.” Mary rubbed her wounded shoulder and judged her chances of beating the three women rather low. She stormed off

“Meanie.” Boudica spat as they watched the maid vanish behind a corner. Satisfied, she looked at her friends with an annoyed sigh. “That was supposed to be something nasty…”

“Aww.” Erica patted her friend on the cheek. “We know baby.”

“What are those idiots up to?” Lucifer crunched through the snow over to an outside lounge area. A space heater kept ten feet of chairs and a table warm and free of snow. Elizabeth was sitting in one sipping hot coco and reading a book. ‘Every Anxious Wave’ if you must know.

Elizabeth smiled at him, and looked up. Eve, Boudica and Erica were running around the outside of the lodge, chucking balls of snow at each other.

“I believe that’s called a snowball fight.”

“Good for them.” He sat in a chair next to her. “I felt like I’m rotting away in there.”

“Morally we are.” Elizabeth announced, touching the brand of gluttony on her stomach. She could tell it’d grown stronger since last week. What was it for anyway?

“Mentally I mean, I just sit up in my room waiting to fuck.”

“Heavy is the head that bares the crown.” She said unsympathetically.

He tsked. “You know, people can suffer in different ways. Your plight does not invalidate mine.”

“You’re right, how wicked of me.” She rolled her eyes. “Imagine Vikings **** a village, will that soothe you?”

“Ahh that’s nice.” He joked, closing his eyes and sinking in his chair.

A moment passed and they basked in the heat of the lamp. “I’m wondering if I should warn you.” Elizabeth mused.

“About wha…” a snowball hit him in the face.

“Look out.” She smirked.

He wiped the snow from his eyes, and saw Erica and her goons laughing and high fiving. Once she saw he was looking she stuck her tongue out at him, then bent over and mooned him.

“You little brat!” He grinned, and got to his feet. At which point Boudica and the red-headed Eve each sent a snowball at him. He dramatically collapsed into his char, and held a hand out to Elizabeth. “Defend me.” He begged, voice hoarse, life fading.

Instead of leaping to his defense, she just turned the page on her book. Now that’s cold.

“Loser!” Erica called before she and the others ran off giggling.

Lucifer smiled as she ran off, then looked to Elizabeth. “She’s only one point from winning you know. The complete opposite of you in fact. Actually, I think I’ll go and give it to her. A fuck in the snow has to be worth some points.”

Elizabeth shrugged. “I can win at any point too. You just have to ask yourself if you really want a thousand pound wife or not.”

He grimaced at the thought. “You know, I really don’t have to ask myself that. Because I don’t.”

“Then you better start giving me points, otherwise.” Elizabeth puffed out her cheeks and held out her arms to indicate she was inflating.

Lucifer laughed. “Is that your chaste and virgin way of asking me to fuck you?”

“Well, all this snow is rather romantic.”

“Romantic.” He scoffed. “You’re threatening with an obese wife if I don’t.”

She got up, and started to unbutton her coat. “It’s okay, just close your eyes and think of the Vikings.”

——-

The door to Erica and Eve’s suite stood open, and Mary stood over her prize. A chaste pair of bloomers sat on a dresser, and try as she might Mary could not make her hand reach out for them. The signal was just blocked, it was the strangest feeling. These were the last that she needed. Then Olympias would leave her the fuck alone… for today.

“Ahh!” She kicked the dresser. Maybe that part about wanting to kill Erica had been a mistake, but was it really so offensive to think the little dyke wanted her pussy licked? Cleo did, that sinister fuck.

“Erica.” She texted. “I’m sorry about everything I’ve said. I’m a fucking crazy demon, I can’t help myself sometimes. I know I’m a dick, and a dick to you especially, and I know I don’t deserve it, but Olympias scares me, and I’m scared of what she’s going to do.”

Waiting…

Waiting…

Waiting…

“Well that’s all nice, but you’re only saying it because you need something. I have no guarantee things will be different tomorrow.”

“I’ll need the same thing from you tomorrow too!”

Long pause after that, maybe she was just a slow typer. “Upgrade one of your traits, and I’ll do it.”

There it was, this fucking bitch. ‘Oh, I’m here to serve god. Just kidding, fuck you, fuck god, I’m actually the devil!’

“Which one?”

“The cleaning one.” Then a gif of the teacher from Persona 5.

Mary grinned despite herself. Hahaha everyone wanted to see the serial killer transformed into a horny blushing maid. Not fucking likely. The sexual thrill was only a minor component of why Mary killed! Turning her interest to dirty dishes, wasn’t going to slow her down.

“Deal.”

Upgrade!

Maid To Serve+ The lust generated from cleaning is increased. Furthermore contestants will be more comfortable leaving messes, in the maid's presence for her to clean up.

——-

"Look at you." Olympias cheered and circled around Mary like a predator would a wounded animal. She'd been in the salon getting a pedicure, so she did that awkward waddle with foam toe separators on her feet as she walked around. "Glory, be you're actually dressed." She smirked, and tossed Mary a pair of gloves.

"Nice of you to notice." Mary rolled her eyes. "Now, can I go about my day?"

Olympias sat back down in her chair, and the technician coaxed her into putting her feet back into place. Mary watched the woman buff, and paint Olympias' large digits.

"You know you're so busy being a useless brat, and getting punished that you never even stop to think of the rewards you might get for pleasing me."

Mary scoffed at that. There wasn't a sane woman in this hotel, but Olympias had to be the most deranged by far. "What could you possibly have to offer me?" Olympias was at the bottom of the ratings, unpopular, and had no good traits going for her. As far as Mary could tell the woman had sticks, and no carrots, though granted... it was a seven foot tall stick.

“A place in the harem, my favor, my protection.”

Mary was at peak disgust with Olympias, so all she could do was hurl this insult upon the mountain of complaints she already had. “The audience already gave me a place, fuck face. Stop acting like you’re anything but a…”

“It’s mistress.” Olympias was the mountain and those words were the rumbling of an avalanche heading towards Mary.

Her ass pulsed with the memory of the pain from yesterday and compelled her to speak. “Mistress…”

——-

“That escalated quickly.” Erica said. Satan was now bare assed and humping Elizabeth in the snow.

“You’re like Cupid, fer sure!” Eve squeed clapping her hands. She bit her sumptuous lip, as her bimbo pussy pulsed. He’s funck her but not Eve? How…yummy.

“lets get out of here.” Erica grumbled, and dropped her snowball. “The scenery’s ruined.

Elizabeth curled her toes, as Lucifer entered her. It'd taken a moment to get there, closed eyes, imaginings of foot rubs, and a bit of clit rubbing, but he was handsome enough, too handsome actually, so it wasn't that hard to convince her body to let him in. The aura of disgust this man carried around with him was still off putting, and the possibility that she could make him good was not the universal lubricant T.V said it was.

Still she had no complaints, his penis was a very good size. Smaller than Randy's but like... thank god for that.

So she dared to sigh, and roll her head back as he began thrusting. Her hands reached out beyond the safety of the blanket and dug around the dusty snow. The coolness of the air bit into her skin like knives, but was driven away by the heat of their bodies, and their commingling. This was so bold, and the eyes of the public were upon them. That was naughty and fun, and for a moment, Elizabeth convinced herself that she could cum, and enjoy her time with this man. Then he began to speak.

"Yeah, that's right. Take it slut. I'll fuck you anywhere I want, even in the snow. You'll be an eager drooling animal for my cock."

"Stop." Elizabeth said firmly, placing both snow-covered hands on his chest, making him stop and shiver. "I don't like that."

He paused, looking confused. "What, are you a lesbian?"

Elizabeth closed her eyes, and let out a puff of air through her nose. "That kind of thing might work on me at night, but I don't want to be talked about that way."

"Who cares what you want you're my ****," Lucifer said, pulsing his dick inside of her as if in warning, or in coaxing. "I'll talk to you however you want."

"Fine." Elizbeth rolled her eyes, and went limp. She might as well have been a dead body, and with her white skin she didn't look too far from the part. "**** me. If you can't find one person to connect with emotionally, then I quit this game. I'll let myself be eliminated."

Why was everyone trying to appeal to his pride? Olympias was so low in the rankings. Still, the shadow of Skylar loomed large. Normally he would have just **** her, just to prove he could, but he was supposed to make these animals love him. Clearly that creature didn't understand ****, but he supposed their project was more compact than what he usually needed to make victims love their abusers. Alas.

"Well we can't have that." He said with a charming smile, he saw her brighten immediately, and he let himself feel a bit of joy at that. Whatever changes Skylar had in mind for him, were pushed back another day. "But I'm afraid I don't know how."

She smiled at that, women just love teaching me things. "Then let me show you how." She shifted on the blanket. "I have a trick."

"Of course you do."

She squeezed her pussy around his dick, and told him that it would be worth his time to listen. "I came up with this after reading a romantic fiction once."

"This should be good." She squeezed again. "You're rewarding me for being snarky here, I don't know what you want."

"Your unbridled attention." She said cooly.

He smiled. "I can't think of anything in the universe I'd rather focus on right now."

"Good. While reading this story my heart was swelling for the love and affection the characters were showing each other, and I thought it kind of sad that I didn't feel that way with my own partner, who I do think is my soul mate. Why is that?"

"Creation is fallen, and expectations and imagination are stronger more perfect versions of what reality is."

She paused, and considered this. "I suppose so, yes. But in that same vein, our thoughts shape reality. Why not shape it? So when I next saw my husband, I narrated to myself, as if we were in a romance fiction. 'I saw him walk in the room, his stooped shoulder, his slouched posture. Sweet and shy, like he was embarrassed of all the joy and delight he brought to my life.' And you know what? It worked, my heart would swell. So I started doing it more often, during conversations, and yes even during sex, I didn't let my mind wander to fantasies, I stayed present with him. 'Here's a man who wants to make love to me, and handsome and kind man. Other women would be envious of me if they saw me like this, why do I take it for granted? I want him, his stomach, his weight, his lips. On me, in me, all over me. I want him to cum fast, I don't even want to get close, I want him to enjoy me so much he just can't contain himself!'

"Yeah they have a name for that. It's self-deception." Lucifer chimed in. "I honestly don't even know how I'm still hard after listening to that."

"It's the cold, you're frozen solid. You couldn't lose this erection if I clipped my toetails in front of you."

"That might be an improvement..."

"Well, this is how you do it. Satan, you're the great deceiver aren't you? Deceive yourself into thinking, you'd enjoy sex in the snow... with me."

"You're having a very good week." Cleopatra sung, and petted Helen's hair. The beauty was sleeping softy, finally fucked into unconciousness where hopefully, her horny soul would find a few hours of respite from her raging pussy. "I know you can't tell at the moment." Cleopatra stroked the woman's angry pussy, and even in her sleep she whimpered and moaned. "But I just gave you so many things to be horny about, we're going to go back to being friends when you get back on your feet. Won't that be fun?" She kissed Helen on the forehead, sand slipped out, half of the harem was corrupted at this point, herself, Eve, Helen, and Mary, not bad, though the remaining ones were a problem.

"You're having a busy day." Cleo jumped when she saw Skylar cooly leaned against the wall opposite of the Honeymoon sweet.

"What do you want?"

"It's never how are ya." Skylar lamented. "I don't want anything, I just... desired... to say that your efforts weren't going unnoticed. I'm just pleased as punch you're getting the whole harem on the same page."

"Oh." Cleo felt her defenses sag. "Thank you. Just imagine what depravity we could get up to if we were all of one mind."

"Oh I'm imagining." Skylar smiled. She blew Cleo a kiss, and walked off. "Good luck in this week's challenge, I hear the fruit on sample is to die for."

Cleo's eyes glinted gold for a second. "I'm counting on it."

Mary wasn't crying... she was sniveling.

Elizabeth had been right. **** a demon with pain, who cares? **** her with pleasure, and it’s unbearable.

She brought Erica’s pleated skirt up to her nose, and breathed deeply the smell of detergent, sweet as perfume. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure like she’d just huffed oxide, only the high was replaced with horny. She brought the fabric away from her face, noticing two dark splotches where her eyes had been. She bit her lip and thought about scrubbing the tears away, but figured they’d just dry in a moment.

Instead, she folded the skirt up, panting as she did and arranged the piece with the rest of Erica’s collection.

Next was Boudica, a pile of pink and lace. Next to her the dryer tumbled Cleopatra’s clothing. The churn of the machine was like screaming, or begging, the lovely exclamations of a lover.

Before diving into the pile of pink, Mary pressed her hand to her crotch for relief. No go, the Chasity belt remained in place, unassailable as a fortress. Olympias had so many points to blow now she could spend them just torturing Mary. The belt had popped into place just last the giant left Mary to her work, just as she was getting horny. It would no budge, or allow even a finger through to release the pressure of the day.

She’d be furious if she wasn’t so fucking horny! That trait really worked. She knew of course that they were serious business, but the so they seemed based on real things! Corruption, cuckolding, daddy dom stuff, she could relate to all of that, but cleaning? Fucking cleaning? And it’s not like a mild quirk, like being bitten or licking behind her ear, no! No! This was the real shit. Serious heat, stronger than blood, or ****, and yes even the erotic thrill of mutilation paled before… laundry.

And then there was something else as well, something that didn’t feel as natural to her as the cleaning, a dark thrill at the back of her mind, whispering to her about how hot this all was. She was a terrifying killer, and they were making her do laundry and she was getting off to it! Wasn’t that sick? Wasn’t that exciting? What else could they make her do? How low could she fall? How long before she really was their blushing maid.

These thoughts did not come naturally to her, somehow she could tell they were foreign, but they were persuasive none the less. It was only Erica making her upgrade her maid trait that kept them in the back of her mind. Cleaning came first, any implications beyond that were secondary.

"I'm my master's wrathful slut! Mistress Olympias teaches me to be gentle!" Mary suddenly cried out, taking on her **** pose. It was better than a bucket of ice water, for calming her down, or at least killing her sexual frenzy.

Through the laundry room, past the aisles of tumbling garments and sheets came the giant she'd learned to fear. With her stupid lips, and freakish figure. What man would want to sleep with a woman that tall? It was silly. Before Mary could break her Pose, Olympias grabbed, her, and turned her around. “You’re late for your date.” She chided the red woman.

“What?” Was it really that late? How long had she been in here, cleaning, crying, and creaming.

“You didn’t get distracted did you?” Olympias grabbed a handful of Helen’s folded laundry and held it to Mary’s face like an oxygen mask.

Mary was suddenly enraged by her folding being ruined, which was a weird feeling in itself. She’d was a member of the permanently wrinkly shirt club. But a quick sniff of that detergent was enough to make her sigh and go limp.

“Now that’s sad.” Lucifer’s voice said.

“Boss!” Her voice was muffled by the blouse in her face, but she still saw him leaned against a machine.

“You’ll take dirty laundry over me? I’m crushed.” He pouted.

“No! clean laundry!” She cried out, as if that made it better. This thought hit her, and like a broken damn she began to sob. What did it matter if it was clean or dirty, she was a fucking freak either way!

“Olympias.” Lucifer was grinning ear to ear, he was hard as a rock. “You broke her.”

“There there.” Olympias cooed, and rubbed a silk blouse against Mary’s cheek. “All this pain, is from your own disobedience Mary. You’re not a dom, you’re not a killer, you’re my obedient little maid. And I’m happy to let you spend your days, scrubbing and cleaning down here.” She was gratified to feel Mary’s hip buck. “All you have to do is obey me. Things like you were made to obey. No thoughts no opinions, just your loving mistress taking care of you, allowing you to clean her floors, and masturbate all day long.”

“You’re horrible.” Lucifer grinned from ear to ear. “You’re the one tormenting her Olympias.”

“It seems that way yes, but I’m only trying to save her from herself.” She brushed hair out of Mary’s face. “Tell him Mary.” She kissed the demon on the cheek. “Say Mistress is just going what’s best for me.”

“Mistress is doing what’s best for me.” Mary sobbed, it was just easier to do what Olympias wanted. She had the strength to make her obey, not to mention Lucifer’s approval. It was easier to just go along.

And in a harem where Sloth sat at the top of the pile? Easy was the name of the game.

“Well well, I was expecting more, maybe I underestimated you Olympias.” Lucifer’s dick was out and he was rubbing the head against Olympias’ workout spandex.

“Big mistake.” Olympias grinned and pressed her ass into him. ‘If only it was me being humiliated like this.’ Her thoughts betrayed her with that one, but she ignored it, she found that as long as three people were in a scene this alien warmth would take her over, and sex was on the table. She hardly considered Mary a person at this point, more of a toy, but it worked. She cleared her throat. “Mary I’m going to fuck Master now. Since you’ve been such a bad maid, I don’t think you deserve him.” Fuck this bitch. “But since you’re trying, I’ll let you continue folding laundry and watching us.” Fuck! That actually sounded hot! “And if you ask for permission, and acknowledge that your place in this harem is beneath me. I’ll let you masturbate while you watch.

That clenched it! “Please can I…”

Olympias clamped her mouth shut. “But you have to understand. Just as the rewards I’ll give my faithful servants will be great, so will the punishments if you break our contract. You understand?”

“Yes”

“Olympias slapped her. “Yes, what?”

“Yes mistress!”

“You were saying?”

Fuuuuuuuuck! Why did the laundry have to smell so good? “Can I please touch myself?”

The beautiful sound of her belt unlocking, answered her question.