Lance Hayward
The limo, driven by Mrs. Miles, pulled up before the entrance of the manor. Cali waited on the porch to greet me. She always did when a new maid was recruited. She sensed it with her magic. The purple-eyed maid stood there serenely.
Inhumanly given the wind gusting her skirt and rustling her black hair.
She climbed down the steps with a grace that no woman could match and opened the door. I stepped out, the wind rustling my tie. I held out my arm for Bella. My pregnant maid-wife took it with her right arm, the glove hiding the stone limb.
Guilt flashed through me for letting the Gizzamuluke eat her arm.
I had failed her.
Kylie popped out next, my little sister bouncing. My daughter Serena followed then Andrea herself, my newest maid. She wore the red garter. My Dominatrix-Maid. Aunt Nancy's replacement. Andrea was naked, of course, a tall woman with a bob of black hair and big breasts. She looked comfortable in her nudity like she could walk into a boardroom or a general's planning room and take charge with ease.
"My, my," Cali said, looking up and down at Andrea. "She will do nicely, Master Hayward."
I nodded absently as Izzy, Deborah, and Marsha were the last of the maids out of the limo. Marsha shut it. The limo pulled away. Mrs. Miles would park the vehicle and come in the back way.
Cali led the way up the stairs, Bella on my arm. My wife broke off when we reached the second floor, murmuring that she wanted to inspect the cleaning for the day. She certainly deserved to be paranoid about it.
"Of course," I told her and kissed her on the cheek. "Love you."
She smiled.
Her gynecologist visit had gone well, too. Our baby was healthy. Our son. My heir. This was his future. One day, I would be gone and he would inherit this unless I could figure out a way to break the cycle. If he could just have the harem of happy maids and not deal with the entities...
Wouldn't that be better?
Cali strode down the hall. I shot a glance at the smiling Gizzamuluke's painting. The green-eyed cat looked so satisfied. He had devoured my aunt and my wife's arm. My hands balled into fists. Why couldn't such fiends be killed?
"Such interesting art," said Andrea. "These are the Imprisoned?"
"Yep," I said. We had given her a crash course on the Imprisoned and all the insanity of this place.
She took it well. The magic of Hayward Manor made sure of that.
We passed through the open doors of the antechamber into the living quarters. She didn't have to share a room like the other maids. She had Nancy's room. We passed through the living room. It bustled with maids who were off-duty.
"Master," chorused around me as I passed by them.
Alice was dusting the TV, the Black girl flashing me a smile. She was one of my classmates wearing a green garter. Busty Carmen was moping the floors in the kitchen. The Pilot-Maid gasped at the sight of Andrea.
"Master and Mistress!" Carmen gasped, her big boobs jiggling in her low-cut bodice. She wore an orange garter. A Slut-Maid as well as one of my pilots.
Andrea nodded to her.
We reached Andea's new room. My mom was in there. She was putting a few things in a box, packing up the few possessions that her sister had. Guilt washed over me as she glanced up. She put on a brave smile.
"This is the new maid?" she asked as she held the box to her stomach. Her silver garter gleamed. "Welcome, welcome, I'm Maria, Lance's mother. And his Mommy-Maid. I hope you'll be a wonderful new addition to our harem." Her eyes held a haunted look, bags under them. "Well, this is your room. Enjoy."
"I will," Andrea said, glancing at my mom. My new maid opened her mouth to say something, but Mom squeezed past us and headed to her own room just next door. "I... Well..."
"This is your room now," said Cali. "You may put whatever possessions you want in it, of course. Your spare uniforms are in the closet."
"I did bring a collection of wisp and flails," Andrea said. "And paddles for naughty maids."
Cali nodded. They were in the limo. Mrs. Miles would bring them in.
"Follow me," I said and marched out of the room and down the hallway, passing Mom's closed door. I entered the maid's entertainment area full of comfortable seats, several couches, a TV, a schedule for their ongoing Smash Brothers tournament, and more. The closet at the far end had two maids standing guard.
My Daughter-Maid Rose brightened up at the sight of me, her brown eyes twinkling. "Master Daddy!"
She curtsied as Felicity, a Concubine-Maid, added, "Master. And is this the new maid?"
I nodded and motioned to the prisoner inside. The door wasn't closed. There was the Seductress gagged in gold, arms restrained behind her. The golden dildo hung on the wall along with a strap to keep her ass reddened. She glanced at me, her face that of my mother's but with all-black eyes.
Eyes that gloated in what she had done.
"This is the Seductress," I said. "The Demon-Maid. She is the reason my aunt is dead. Aunt Nancy believed she had broken this creature. It's how the Seductress seduced her. This thing cannot break. She is not human. Every day, you are to hurt her. You are to never be alone with her. You are never to remove her bindings or her gag unless I am present. She must be fucked with a strap-on every hour, but the maids know the order. Understand."
"Yes," purred Andrea. She took the flogger off the wall. "Shall I begin?"
My dick lurched. I grabbed the seductress and dragged her out of the hallway. I seized the gag and tore it off. It was made with my golden power. I thrust it into Felicity's hand. My Concubine-Maid took it. She had been recruited in those early days by Bella, another of our classmates.
"My, my, is she going to keep me in line, Master Hayward?" the Seductress asked. "She's formidable."
"Open your mouth," I said as I unzipped my fly. "No biting. Pleasure me."
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