The maids aren't done with Nat

"There has to be a mistake."

"I'm sorry, madame. The contract you signed is very clear. You are responsible for all damage to the room."

"But your machines attacked me!" Nat snapped. "They tied me to the bed! And then your maids did... things to me! How is that legal?"

"This is France, madame. A lot of things are legal here. And as a Stark hotel we are naturally equipped with all the latest, highly expensive guest-assistance devices..."

"Guest assistance? Your machines are perverts!"

"That was no excuse to break them. Each robot manipulator arm costs us a lot of money. So I'm afraid you'll have to work here until the debt is paid off."

Nat clenched her fist impatiently. She was standing in the lobby of the hotel. Finally, some time around dawn, after all the maids had fallen asleep, she'd managed to wrench one of the metal tentacles out of the wall and get herself off the bed. She'd planned to sneak out of the hotel before anyone noticed, and find somewhere less sexy to stay. Unluckily, an alarm had gone off and the maids had caught her before she'd gotten to the elevator.

So now she was here, in front of the concierge and a bunch of curious guests, flanked by grinning maids who gripped her forearms. Wearing nothing but a lacy maid bonnet, black heels and lacy thigh-high white stockings. With rude French words written in lipstick all over her body. Apparently the Stark nudity curse didn't extend to anything that didn't provide any actual coverage.

"You have to let me go right now," she said, weakly.

"Non, madame," piped up the first maid, the one who had caught her masturbating before. She was a petite girl, with short brunette hair and a twinkle in her dark eyes, and Nat had learned her name was Giselle. "We do not have to do anything. You will stay here, and you will be Giselle's sexy little naked maid ****, and we will have so much fun. You are very pretty girl. I like your derriere very much." She gave Nat's ass a slap, making her jump and squeal. "It belong to me now."

"It absolutely does not!"

"No, I'm afraid that's true," said the concierge. "Under French law, madame, your derriere is indeed the legal property of Giselle, our head maid, until such time as she deems your debt to the establishment has been paid in full. As is the rest of you. So you'll be working as a maid here until further notice."

"You know I know kung fu, right? I'll fight my way out. I'll go on the run from the law if I have to. Call the gendarmes. I'm ready."

A trapdoor in the ceiling opened and half a dozen more metal tentacles slithered out. Nat looked up at them and gulped.

"I'm afraid that won't be possible," said the concierge. "We have a state-of-the-art security system that's active round the clock. Any more questions?"

"Um..."

"Oh, it will be grand," said Giselle. "You will clean all the rooms, and you will serve drinks in the bar, and work in the restaurant, and sometimes we will put a special tracking collar on you and make you go out into the streets to buy flowers. So all Paris sees you without, how you say, your clothes! And we will use our feather dusters on you all the time. We love to bully new girls. You will sleep in the maid's rooms with us and we will pinch your nipples and spank your bottom and make you do wicked things to us with your tongue. But you will never, ever have the orgasm unless you are very, very good."

"Damn it! You can't do that! I'll... I'll beat up all of you!"

"You think you will. But instead, you will kiss my feet."

"Never!"

Suddenly a wave of intense vibrations shot through Nat's body, paying special attention to her nipples and clit. She fell to her knees, biting her lip. She was so close. The orgasm was right there, but it remained frustratingly just out of reach. God, she wanted it. She wanted it so bad. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't quite get it. It was infuriating, tantalising, degrading, humiliating how fucking close she was, how she could almost touch it, as she knelt there in the middle of a crowded lobby as everyone around her smiled and watched her moan...

"State of the art vibration ray technology," said Giselle. "Kiss my feet."

"N-no..."

"I can leave you here all day...?"

With the utmost ****, Nat crawled forward and kissed each of Giselle's polished black high heels in turn. Immediately, the vibrations stopped. She was still horribly frustrated, still on edge, but at least she wasn't being driven completely mad by desire any more. Of course, that made it easier for her to think about her current situation.

She was naked. She was on all fours. She'd been beaten, easily, by this ridiculous French caricature. She had lost. She was a loser. And now the whole hotel was laughing at her, down here, crawling around on the carpet like an animal. In nothing but this stupid, humiliating, sexy little bonnet and stockings. With her tits and her pussy and her ass on complete public display. Naked.

Giselle tousled her hair.

"You are naughty little **** maid," she said. "What are you?"

"I... I'm a naughty little **** maid."

"And you are naked, yes? Admit it."

"Y... yes. Yes, I'm naked."

"What are you?"

"I'm a naked naughty naked little naked **** naked maid. Who is naked. Naked naked naked naked naked naked naked."

"Bon," said Giselle, giving Nat's blonde hair a tug. "Now you go on tour of whole hotel, saying what you are to everyone you meet. And then I put you in collar and take you down streets of Paris. No, don't get up. You will crawl."

Nat gritted her teeth as she began to crawl towards the doorway, her whole face blazing red, shame coursing through her undressed body and making her skin burn with the sensation of thousands of amused eyes darting over it. This couldn't be happening. It was like something out of a nightmare. Or something designed by a genius-level AI with access to her psychological profile. It was like every element of the situation had been expressly engineered to play off all her deepest, most private weaknesses and maximise her humiliation. Nobody could have known that maid outfits made her cringe, or the high school bully who kept pulling her pants down had been French. But, somehow, here she was.

At least she wasn't being...

A paddle whapped against her bottom.

"And I will spank you the whole of the way," said Giselle. "Come on, mademoiselle. Now we go."