Who wouldn't?

The words landed flat and casual, like she was offering him cream or sugar.

Owen stared at her. Then at Maid #8, who had straightened up now, lips shiny with milk residue. Then at the Milk Dispenser #2, standing there naked and leaking faintly from one nipple, body soft and available, waiting for the next squeeze.

He didn’t know how to respond.

The cup burned his fingers.

Somewhere in this house, Paige was one of them.

A statue. A cleaner. A dispenser. Or maybe something worse.

He sipped the coffee, hot, creamy, tasting faintly sweet and tried not to gag on the wrongness of it all.

He needed to keep them talking.

He needed to find her.

Owen took another sip of the coffee and set the cup down on the low table formed by the three bowed women. Their backs didn’t even tremble as he kept the cup down. He cleared his throat.

“Umm, the coffee is fantastic,” he said, forcing the words out. “What… what is a cock warmer?”

Maid #13’s smile brightened instantly, like he’d asked about her favourite topic. “Thank you for your kind praise, sir. Oftentimes visiting guests are fascinated by Master Garrett’s collection of toys. And they ask him to have a taste of maids like us, or use an object with another purpose. But the Master is very strict that every person in his collection has a purpose associated with the name he gave them, unless he states otherwise. To remedy this, he has designated a few ‘guest cock warmers’ to entertain guests should they need it.”

Owen stared at her. The way she said it, calm, polite, matter-of-fact, made his skin crawl worse than the actual words. No embarrassment, no hesitation. Just a routine explanation.

“Alternatively,” she continued, “you can also get yourself a stress reliever. Those are women who can be abused and used any way you see fit. Cock warmers are only good for vaginal sex. Should I go ahead and get a cock warmer for you?”

Owen’s mind spun. He needed out of this room. Away from the shifting statues, the framed living porn, the human furniture, the casual milking. He needed to search, to find Paige, to figure out how to undo whatever this tape bullshit had done. Playing along might buy him time, get him deeper into the house, away from watchful eyes, maybe even alone for a minute.

He swallowed. “Umm… I think I will have one cock warmer. Yes.”

Maid #13 nodded once, crisp and professional. She turned to Maid #8 and gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. #8 returned it immediately, sharp and efficient then took the blonde by the upper arm. Milk Dispenser #2 followed without resistance, large breasts swaying, serene smile still locked in place as they walked back toward the kitchen doorway.

“Please follow me, sir,” Maid #13 said. “I’ll escort you to one of the guest bedrooms.”

Owen stood. His bare feet felt strange against the rug, clean too, thanks to the twins. He left the coffee cup behind on the table of women and followed #13 out of the living room.

She led him down a wide hallway lined with more framed niches, smaller ones this time, single women in tight bondage poses or simple kneeling positions, each with a number and role taped to their skin. He tried not to look too long. The clicking of her heels echoed off the marble, steady and unhurried.

They passed a closed door with a small brass plaque: “CLEANING ROOM – STAFF ONLY.” Another hallway branched off, dimmer, with soft moans drifting from somewhere deep. Maid #13 didn’t slow or even glance that way.

At the end of the corridor she stopped in front of an ordinary-looking door, dark wood, no plaque, just a simple brass knob. She opened it and stepped aside to let him enter first.

Owen stepped into the guest bedroom.

The room looked ordinary at first glance, king bed with white sheets turned down, nightstands with lamps already lit low, heavy curtains drawn against whatever light was left outside. No windows open, no clocks visible. Just quiet, conditioned air and the faint smell of clean linen mixed with something warmer, muskier.

But that is where the ordinary ended, because on the bed lay a naked woman.