Ms. Lynette Docea
"Velma White was a woman devoted to knowledge," I said as I stared down at her body. She wore her uniform with a cloth draped over her neck to hide the horrible wound Lady Smiles left on her. "She loved educating young minds. She was a valuable member of the harem. She made us all wiser."
Nods rippled through those assembled. Nancy was buried, now it was Velma White's turn. One of my maids. I didn't even know she was in danger. I chose her to serve me. I was there when she embraced Master Hayward and threw off her wedding ring to be his.
"She will be missed by us all." My voice grew tight. "The greatest question we all ask is why are we here and what is our purpose. She knew both of her purposes. To teach the young and to serve Master Hayward to protect the world."
All the maids nodded, including Bella who stood next to Master Hayward. He looked grim. Furious. He wanted to find a way to stop the suffering. I didn't think it was truly possible. Suffering was our lot in life. We were created to suffer and experience hardship. To learn to be better than our evil natures.
"Our time on this world is but a brief drop in the bucket of time," I said, my back straight. "Though she is no longer able to teach us in this world, we shall have eternity to learn from her in our final reward. Rest in peace, Velma. You have earned it."
I tossed the yellow roses in my hand. They landed on her breasts. Others threw in flowers, including Bella. The maids who were her students. Kylie tossed in a bouquet. So did Asuka, Janiqua, Brenda, Ashley, Rita Johnson, Veronica, Alice, Gloria, Carla, and Felicity. As they did, I moved around the grave to Master Hayward.
I hugged him. His arms went around my body. He held me as I nuzzled into my ear. "I won't give up on your dream."
He squeezed me then released me.
I broke the embrace and noticed Cali watching, her purple eyes on me. I shivered at the sight and looked away. I wouldn't let her know about my intentions to track down her mother. I had to choose my next maid very, very carefully.
***
Bella Hayward
The other maids broke away. Ms. Docea held a shovel while standing by a pile of dirt. Lance stared down at the two fresh graves. The other two were just as obvious. The grass hadn't had a chance to grow over them. The headstones ordered for them wouldn't be ready for weeks.
And we had two more to order.
I reached out to lance with my gloved hand. He flinched at the sight of it. My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I shoved my artificial limb behind me. My stone hand. He didn't want anything to do with it, of course. It wasn't real. It was ugly. I was maimed. I was—
He shot his hand out and took my elbow. He drew out the artificial arm and slid his hand down to mine. He took it as his other hand cupped my face. Pain brimmed in his blue eyes. He stroked my cheek and felt at the hard hand.
"I'm sorry that I didn't protect you," he said, his face hardening with anger.
"I'm your Maid-Wife," I said firmly. "Your bodyguard. It's my job to protect you."
His hand moved from my face down to my belly. I was just starting to show. Just a subtle curve. I wasn't the only one pregnant. His sister was. I wouldn't be surprised if a few more maids showed up pregnant in the next few weeks.
"You should see your gynecologist," he said. "Make sure our son strong and healthy."
A wave of fear washed through me. What if...? "Will you... come with me, Master?"
He nodded.
I smiled, feeling relieved. "I'll make the appointment."
***
Lance Hayward
My cousins were still lingering over the grave of their mother. Aunt Nancy... She was gone. I had to replace her. I stared at Izzy and Deborah. Neither one of them felt... like dominatrixes. Like they were dominant enough to replace their mother. They were both submissives.
"Izzy, Deborah, follow me," I said.
They looked up, tears staining their eyes. "Master."
They came to me, the sunlight gleaming in their red hair. Deborah was lighter, a fiery shade while her younger sister had auburn hair. A dark red verging on brown. Her nose ring gleamed as she took my right arm. Deborah my left. She didn't have any facial piercings, but she had a pierced clit and bellybutton.
Izzy had both her nipples pierced and a tongue stud.
"Your mother was an amazing woman," I said. "She was made for the red garter."
"We weren't, Master Cuz," said Izzy. She smiled at me.
"Mother wanted us to be more dominant," said Deborah. "But we just inherited her sluttiness, Master Cuz."
"She was so proud of how we were boffing every guy we could." Izzy smiled. "She was a wild woman. Who are you going to replace her with?"
"I'll need your help to find her," I said as we reached the manor. We entered the ballroom, the other maids filtering through. It was broad daylight, the lights working. The manor seemed so at piece, the Imprisoned sleeping. The Seductress was chained up and under guard. A storeroom off the entertainment room.
A broom closet, basically.
She was there, chained to the walls by my power. Gagged. I would never trust her out of those chains when I wasn't present. I would take her out to fight incursions. If I couldn't kill her, and I couldn't imprison her, then she would have to be watched for eternity.
Another thing my son would inherit if I didn't find a way to end this. To shove the Seductress through to the other side of the Hay along with all the artwork. To close off the worlds for eternity. To strengthen the Hay.
Then it would just be the paradise for my descendants. They could still get their maids and renew the foundation generation after generation, lying with all their concubines in a never-ending paradise of passion.
Aunt Nancy waited for me there.
"I want to make babies in both of you," I told them as we climbed the stairs of the grand staircase. "Women for my son to love."
"Of course we're in, Master Cuz," said Izzy.
"First your sister, now your cousins," said Deborah. "Going to breed us all? Going to knock up your daughters?"
"Maybe I already have," I said. I wished I had made a baby with their mother. I didn't say that.
We reached the third floor. Izzy spat in the face of the Gizzamuluke as we passed. I could feel its laughter. It was amused by the act of defiance. I didn't care. It would spend the rest of its existence in its painting. It would never get out again.
Bella, Mom, and Kylie were in the kitchen talking when we passed through the living quarters. All of them glanced at me. Mom looked rough. She had a few of our daughters with her. I smiled at her and nodded. I had to comfort my cousins, though.
I wanted to make love to them. To revel in them.
They were my Cousin-Maids. My Slut-Maids.
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