The Maid For Service Bundle (7 page)

She kissed my neck. “That’s right. My good girl. You’re going to do
just
what I want, aren’t you?”

I nodded again. I expected her to tell me to stop fucking Mister Castle...but of course I was wrong.

“Good. I want you to fuck my husband, dear. I want you to let him drill you senseless. It’s obvious how he wants to. You’re going to have him fill up that fertile young body of yours. You’re going to let him get you nice and pregnant for me. Won’t you?”

Her fingers ran in and out of my cunt, unceasing. I couldn’t think straight. Her thumb slid easy against my little clit. All I knew was that I needed to cum. She was talking so much about how fertile I was, how sexy it would be if I was pregnant, how good it would be if Mister Castle got me all filled up with babies...

“If I get you to fuck him...if you take his seed, then I get to return to
his
bed, at last.” She let out a guttural moan of need. “He’s come and taken his privileges with me, of course, but he hasn’t allowed me to circle around his body in my sleep like I used to, taking his cock like a pacifier while I rested. He hasn’t let me suck him off while he’s at business meetings, or clean his cock in the mornings. I
need
my wifely duties back, Claudette. You’re going to help me.”

My orgasm was beginning to mount. “Oh my god, Lilah!”

“I want you to fuck my husband,” she moaned, finger fucking me harder and harder. “I want it
so
,
so
bad...”

“Oh shit, oh fuck, oh god...”

“He
deserves
you, do you understand? He’s such a fucking stud. He fucks me every night. When he’s done fucking your pretty little whore mouth? He comes into my room and fucks. Me. Silly. And then he picks out whatever outfits he wants to see you in...or tells me a color scheme to work out for you, that sort of thing.”

It had been his plan all along. All this time, I thought Lilah was the one pulling so many strings on her own...but she was as much his puppet as I was his.

“You see, I can’t have his babies. I’m not enough of a woman.” She sighed. “I just...wasn’t born with the right equipment. We’re trying lots and lots of fertility treatments, so maybe it’ll work out eventually...but for now? For now...you’re our best hope.”

“I’m...I’m what?”

It was so hard to think, her fingers so blissfully hot in my cunt. I know she had said it before, but I thought I was imagining it. Surely, she didn’t really want me to have her husband’s
babies
, did she?

She did.

“I
want
you to have his babies, sweetie. Twins, maybe. Triplets? That would be
so
cool.” Her fingers were pushing into my cunt harder as she imagined my belly getting bigger. “I want to
raise
them. I want you to give him children...and me, too. Won’t you do that for me? Won’t you give me your little darlings? Won’t you get nice and pregnant from my Sir’s cum?”

“Mmmph...”

I was going to cum so, so soon.

“He’ll fill you up so,
so
good, baby. And we can afford lots and
lots
of babies. We could just keep making you more and more pregnant, if you like...and with all those fertility drugs I’ve been slipping in your drinks and your food, I’m sure you’re going to give us a whole litter.”

Fertility drugs? Oh shit.

My breasts, of course. And the way my hips had been expanding...the way my body had become slowly more sexualized as I served. It all made sense now.

They had taken complete control over my whole life. Even my body.

Unable to cope anymore with how completely turned on I was, I came hard. My tight, busty body pushed hard against Lilah’s, and I couldn’t do anything except feel wave after wave of rapture as she cooed into my ears about how perfect and wonderful it would be for me to carry her husband’s seed. I bit her shoulder, cumming so hard, and held myself up by grasping her beautiful big tits.

Eventually, the bliss wore down. My thoughts began to clear, even as Lilah began to finger her own cunt next to me, lost in her little baby-fueled fantasy.

“So pregnant,” she moaned, looking at my naked body. “We’ll make you so, so pregnant...”

I slipped away, ignoring Lilah’s voice. Completely naked, I grabbed the clothes Lilah had laid out for me. Even in my rebellion, I was obedient. This should tell you quite a bit about how serious I was about denying them what they wanted.

* * * * *

I
didn’t know what else to do. I put on what Lilah had chosen for the day—or what Mister Castle had, I suppose—and then started cleaning.

I was so very obedient, by then, so very used to doing everything they said. I don’t know that I understood that I could have just driven away. Castle probably would have paid me the money he owed me—no, he definitely would have. He was a man of his word.

But instead, dressed in tight white lingerie and sexy red heels, I walked around the east wing with a feather duster, doing everything I could not to bury my fingers into my hot cunt and cum all day long, thinking about Castle filling me up with his brood.

Oh yes, I was wearing tight white lingerie. That was the outfit Lilah had chosen for me. How could I not wear it?

Terrance found me in a small sitting room as I was bent forward on a chair, letting the top of its arm slide up into my crotch. It pressed so, so hard into my clit. And I thought about my body filling, swelling, getting new curves as his seed filled me.

“I heard about the trouble you were having, babe.”

“You did?”

I didn’t even get off the chair. I just turned my head, bright red lips making a little “O” of surprise at his presence.

“Sure I did. Lilah told me all about it.” He wrapped his hands around my tiny waist, apparently enjoying the way that my body was covered in lace.

“And you’re not...you’re not mad with me?”

“Of course not.”

“But it’s...you said you wanted to fuck me...”

“I do. You’re hot as hell. God, look at you. You don’t even know how hot you look, do you?”

“I...I am?” I shook my head slowly. Blond locks cascaded around my tits. “You do? But...”

“Listen, Castle is the boss. He pays me well. I do what he wants. And what he wants is to fuck you. So yeah, I want him to fuck you, Claudette.”

“W-what?”

“You should let him fuck you. Let him fill you up and get you pregnant. Then I’ll be able to fuck you as much as I want, and I won’t get you pregnant. Get it?”

“No...”

I tried slipping off the chair, but Terrance held me firm. All the pressure on my clit was fogging my thoughts.

“You were so worried about having sex with me because I won’t use protection. Well...if he gets you pregnant, then you won’t have to worry about me getting you pregnant until we want a baby of our own.”

“You...you’re that serious about me?”

I couldn’t help but feel flattered. I thought in his mind, we were just fooling around. But if he really wanted me like he was describing...

“Of course I’m serious about you. You think I let just any girl get fucked by my boss?”

He looked so sincere. But, just as I almost assented, I caught my reflection in the window.

Dolled up. Whored up. Tits everywhere.

Good lord, I thought this was
decent?

I felt like I had been put under some kind of...some kind of
spell
. Like all their combined lust for me had put a mist on top of my brain.

Needless to say, regardless of how sincere Terrence seemed to be, all of a sudden, I wasn’t convinced. After all this, my head was really starting to clear from the fog of all the lust and booze and sex and babymaking madness.

I needed to get out of there.

“I...I’m sorry, Terrance. I just...I don’t think I can handle all this. I think I’m just going to take my money and go. I’ve got enough to pay for a few semesters, and that’s enough. I just...yes. I’m going to go.”

Quietly, he stepped over to the door of the sitting room and closed it. Then, with a key from his pocket, he locked the door.

“I’m sorry to hear you say that, Claudette.”

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“I really, really want to fuck you how I want to fuck you, Claudette. But Mr. Castle is the boss. So he’s going to fuck you first.” He shrugged. “And while he does...I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

“No!” I screamed—though my body was screaming the exact opposite. “You can’t! I won’t
let
you—”

Terrance took me by the throat and slammed me down to the ground. The air swept out from my lungs.

“You’re going to be our
good girl
,” he growled.

Soon, my tiny outfit was ripped apart by his big hands. His hands roamed all over my curvaceous body, feeling me up at his leisure.

I wanted so badly to resist. Or rather, I wanted to
want
to resist. But his hands felt so good, so right, and it was so hot how he had just manhandled me and shown me my place...

All those skimpy, sexy outfits I wore—hell, the one I was wearing
now
. All those hot fishnets and little skirts. The cleavage-baring dresses and the sexy games of lingerie dress-up with Lilah—Terrance wasn’t going to be content just watching anymore.

But...but I had to save myself for marriage. I wanted to badly to be a good girl, a proper girl, even though everything about me looked like I was built for fertility and sex.

“I’m going to give it all to you, good girl,” he grunted, yanking my hair hard.

My panties were soaked with lust, torn from his rough grasping. But still...I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t resist. I slipped out from his grasp and pushed him to the ground. He stumbled down with a groan, banging his knees and head.

I turned and ran—but he had locked the door! Scrambling, I yelled and pulled at the door. Surely, someone would hear me. Terrance came after me again—and I kicked him away, tugging hard at the door.

Finally it opened—I was saved! I rushed out, and straight into the strong, sure arms of Castle himself.

“Oh, thank you!” I was breathing hard, my heavy, naked tits crushed up against his broad chest. “Thank you, thank you!”

In my relief, I hadn’t noticed that he hadn’t said anything. I hadn’t noticed that he was completely naked, either, his enormously strong body completely ripped and stacked with concrete-like slabs of incredible musculature. And only dimly, after several moments, did I notice that his hands were pushing up my wet thighs and up toward my torn, soaking panties.

I looked up, terrified...and saw that he was grinning. He’s the devil, I thought. The devil himself. I was completely in his grasp.

And it had me more turned on than I could have ever imagined.

There was still some resistance left in me, no matter how loud my submissive side cooed and moaned about how perfect and right this was.

I tried to back away—but I ran directly into Terrance, who pushed me down onto my knees before Castle. His enormous manhood was displayed before me. I could feel Terrance growing hard against the back of his head, massaging his cock with the silky smooth locks of my blond hair.

There was nothing I could do. There was nowhere I could run.

They were going to take me no matter what I said.

From behind Castle came Lilah, decked out again in gorgeous black lingerie and tall high-heeled leather boots. She stared up at Castle with reverence, like he was her God. The gloves on her hands trailed up past her elbows as she hooked her arms around one bicep and stroked his cock happily, milking him, keeping him hard.

For me. She was keeping him hard for me.

All three of them. I never stood a chance. They were going to change me, fuck me, and breed me no matter what I said.

And these two huge strong men...both of them stood over me now. Both of them dominated me. Their cocks on either side of my head.

“Please...” I moaned.

I didn’t know what I was pleading for.

Luckily, they didn’t stop to ask me. Castle bent me over, pushing my face toward Terrance. Almost right away, my mouth instinctively slipped over Terrance’s cock, just as it had a hundred times before.

I was so very, very good at sucking his cock. It was almost like instinct, now. My lips slipped over the head and I swallowed, creating more suction just for him.

Terrence was very happy with this. “God, that’s so good, Claudette!”

At the same time, Castle plunged into me from behind. His cock was enormous. He found my entrance wet, willing—waiting. In no time, he had ruined the paltry barrier of my virginity, and quickly began thrusting in and out at his leisure. The pleasure was total.

Lilah had taken to fingering her cunt while she pushed her body against Castle’s. Her hands pressed hard against his hips as he thrust inside me, urging him to fuck me ever harder and harder.

“You
deserve
this, Sir,” she moaned. “You
deserve
it. Fuck her, husband! Please, fuck her! Fill her up! Get her pregnant!”

“Yeah,” Castle grunted. “I’m going to pile my seed inside her. She’s gonna be filled with my fucking babies. Aren’t you, good girl?”

Pulling my hair, he fucked me harder and harder. Internally, I agreed with everything they said. I wanted to be filled up. I wanted to suck more cock, and have more babies, and do everything they asked. I wanted all of it. I wanted to be their filthy fuckslut whore forever.

“I’m gonna cum,” Terrence moaned. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum right in her mouth.”

His pumps increased in frequency, and so did Castle’s. As Castle thrust into me, I was fucked harder into Terrance’s cock. As Terrance fucked back, I was pushed harder into Castle’s cock. They pistoned me like this in almost perfect rhythm. My orgasm built and built, unstoppable.

As if by some mutual, mass orgasmic hysteria, we all came at once. Tugging and grasping at my hair and tits, Terrence poured his load into my mouth as he had countless times before, and just like all those other times, it was magical, feeling it fill my stomach up with its instant warmth.

Lilah, knowing all the signals of her husband’s orgasm, timed her own to match his, and shuddered against him, calling out his name in bouts of worshipful praise as her bliss overtook her senses.