The Maid For Pleasure Bundle 2 (8 page)

They were here! Getting a Castle Maid! Her heart raced. She wanted more than anything to have an easy, hot piece of female ass around the house to fuck and use as she saw fit. And Simon too, of course. He would be allowed to join in on the fun at any time, so long as he asked nicely.

They passed through one hallway and then another. Lasers scanned over them briefly, mirrors on the walls disguising guard posts, most likely. Security was taken seriously, it appeared.

“As you intimated, Mr. Sanderson,” said Svetlana, not looking at the couple, “this is not a legal business. Very lucrative, however. You’d be surprised how many people want a willing, eager fucktoy in their houses, obeying their every last order.” She smiled, opening the next door. “Though, perhaps not.”

“Were you...you know. Brainwashed?” Hayley asked. “Transformed?”

Svetlana stopped. “Of course I was.”

“It’s just...you don’t seem like it. You seem smart.”

Svetlana smiled. It was a small little thing, full of malice. “I am glad to
seem
that way toward you, madam.”

“Why aren’t you working in someone’s house?” asked Hayley. “Did you screw it up, somehow?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re a fucktoy, right? One of the maids? Did you screw something up, to not work there anymore?” She noticed Svetlana’s severe look. “Oh, don’t be offended, dear girl. I just want to ensure that I’m getting my money’s worth. I mean, why would I buy something if down the line it would have to be returned here? What if you’re some reject bimbo slut, trying to sell me goods? Ludicrous. So, were you or weren’t you?”

Svetlana took a moment before answering. When she did, the reply was accompanied by a cold, angry, toothless smile. “Not all of our girls here are requisitioned. Some of us volunteer.”

“Volunteer for service? Of this kind?”

“It is a life spent in bliss, obeying a single cause.” Svetlana sighed, continuing on down the hall. “You would be surprised how many women that appeals to. Though again, perhaps not.”

Something about the way Svetlana responded gave Hayley a chill. She decided she didn't like Svetlana. No, not at all.

“Quite an attitude on her, isn't it?” she whispered to Simon.

He nodded, noncommittal. His eyes stayed transfixed on Svetlana's rear, and Hayley felt herself growing a bit spiteful.

They stopped at a security desk. There was a tall, bulky man with a gun on his hip and a thick baton in one arm.

“Bags,” he said.

Sighing, Hayley handed him her purse.

“Any other materials on you?”

Simon nodded, handing over his wallet and the car keys, but Hayley shook her head.

“No.”

Something in her tone must have given Hayley away.

“We’ll know if you do, ma’am,” said the guard. “The scanners. You may as well tell us.”

She sighed. “It’s just my inhaler. I don’t see why it matters.”

Svetlana took it, her eyes lighting up as she saw the small device. Hayley had severe asthma. She blamed it for why her gymnastics career never really held together. In her mind, it was a constant curse. She needed a good tug on the thing every few hours.

“Anything can be bugged,” Svetlana said. “Excuse us.”

They stepped into a small room behind the security desk, taking all the belongings with them.

“Isn’t that odd,” said Simon. “So much secrecy. Usually they just check it right in front of you.”

“It’s not a football stadium, is it?” Hayley snapped. “Don't be a dolt. I can't have you acting stupid here.”

Simon withdrew, his shoulders tensing up. His arms crossed, and he looked away.

Hayley's mood softened. She didn't like attacking her man like that. It might make him cross, later. “I’m sorry, darling. I don’t like them taking my inhaler.”

Simon took her hand and gave her a gentle squeeze. “I know, dear.”

When Svetlana returned, however, his hand drifted away from Hayley’s once again. Hayley watched his eyes roam up and down the statuesque brunette’s body slowly. Hayley would make him pay for that; oh yes, he would get
quite
the talking-to.

It was all well and good for Simon to be attracted to other women. That was simply an understanding in their relationship. But he was
not
allowed to deny Hayley affection in the face a woman who had been rather
mean
to her, nor show any attraction to such a woman. Wasn’t that tacit in the entire agreement they had?

It would be soon.

Svetlana led them on and they entered a cavernous hangar. At one end was a long row of women, each partitioned off by red velvet ropes. They all had little signs in front of them.

Svetlana continued to speak as they approached. “So, as far as 'legality' goes,” she made little air quotes, “you needn’t worry about prosecution, I should think. As a method of securing our position in the marketplace, we delivered maids—either factory-grown or outsourced—straight to the leaders of the local and state law enforcement community here. We are working, successfully, on more wide-ranging defenses in the federal government. If men complain, a gorgeous woman shuts them up. And if a woman complains...”

Svetlana shrugged again, somewhat sinister.

Hayley, unable to help herself, started to get aroused. Svetlana was so cold, so easily clinical about enslaving and bimbofying regular women. It was rather delicious to think about, really.

Mother had always told her that morals were for the lower classes, trying to justify why they ought to be given more when they were so unwilling to work harder. In the upper classes, morality was more like decoration for a sun room. Not strictly necessary, but rather nice when it worked out.

They finally approached the line of potential bimbos. All of them gorgeous, with long sexy hair, enormous breasts, and happy smiles plastered on their faces. More than twenty, in all, each with a card reading a different product name in front of them.

Directly in front of them was the “Basic Bimbo.” Tall, naturally standing high on her tippy-toes, ready for high heel shoes. Her blond hair was thick, draping down her back like some golden blanket. Her tits were enormous, her grin vapid and permanent.

“Mommy?” the bimbo asked, quizzically. “Daddy? Baby wanna suck.” Her thighs pushed together, hot lust juices leaking suddenly from her cunt. The smell flooded their nostrils—sweet, like bubblegum. Hayley felt her arousal levels increase just from inhaling the scent.

“Oh my,” said Hayley. “I thought she was a statue. A replica, or something.”

“No, these floor models are all quite real,” said Svetlana. “If you see one you like, we can package her together for you today, complete with wardrobe.”

Hayley had to admit that she didn’t know all the maids would be quite so...proportioned. Their figures such obviously perfect hourglasses. Svetlana had similar proportions, as a matter of fact, though her legs were longer, and her tits just slightly smaller in her tight business suit.

“You mentioned something about outsourcing,” said Simon. “What does that mean?”

Svetlana nodded sharply. “Factory grown girls as the sort you see here. Completely wiped clean, and then made docile, obedient, and gorgeous by careful supervision. But, many of our girls are what we call ‘Milk Maids.’”

“Milk Maids?”

“Yes. Their bodies libido systems operate at such high capacity, after being delivered to their appropriate location, that they become practical mini-factories of 44DD. That’s the drug we use to create the effects you see here.” She slapped the metal tip of a pointer against the Basic Bimbo’s tits, and then abdomen. “
This
model doesn’t feature Milk Maid functionality, thus the low cost. But for all those with the “Milk Maid” content, they are able to deliver highly potent forms of 44DD through their lactation. Which, of course, is daily. As you can see.”

Hayley followed Svetlana’s pointing. The next maid down was a practical copy of the Basic Bimbo, but her tits were leaking thick, heavy milk. She stood in a puddle of it, her toes just barely visible in the tiny transparent plastic circle she stood in. At the bottom of the circle was a drain. Hayley assumed the milk went somewhere else—perhaps to be bottled and then fed to other girls they took in here.

“Shall we continue?” asked Svetlana. “There are several more models.”

“I, uh...need just a moment,” said Simon, sliding next to a stanchion holding up the velvet ropes in front of the displays.

Hayley was puzzled. “What’s the matter, dear?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Svetlana nudged past her. She put a hand on Simon’s shoulder, coming close. “You know, Sir...test drives are part of the tour. For any one of the models. They’d all be happy to relieve you.”

“N-no.” His face was red. “I’d be mortified.”

“Cocks are celebrated here, Sir. Hard cocks, doubly so. I’d be delighted to see it...so long as your wife doesn’t demand first privilege?”

Hayley couldn’t believe it took her so long to understand the problem.

“Simon,” said Hayley, slightly admonishing. “You mustn’t be ashamed of your hard-on. Not in a place like this. But I will
not
have you testing out some floozy on the floor.” She put herself between her husband and Svetlana. “I rather think that, for the money, we’d like something a
little
more exclusive, yes?”

“No!” Simon coughed. “No, really. It’s fine. I just...just needed a moment. That’s all. Show us the rest.”

“Are you
certain
, Mr. Sanderson?” asked Svetlana, coolly ignoring Hayley. “I would be delighted to show you to our private viewing rooms, where you could have a girl of your choice fresh of the factory line. A virgin, even. Though no pre-factory virgins, of course. Those are for...” she raised an eyebrow Hayley. “...our
most
exclusive clients.”

“And what are we?” asked Hayley. “Chopped meat?”

“Every business has a strata of clientele, do they not, Misses Sanderson?”

“It’s
Haus.
” Hayley set her jaw. “
Miss
Haus.”

“Of course, dear. My mistake. Shall we continue?” Svetlana walked down the line, pointing as she went. Small overhead lights punched on as she walked by each new girl.“As you can see, there are a variety of models we are happy to offer you. The Happy Servant. The Milking Studmaker. The Fertile Fucktoy. The Breeding Beauty—”

“What’s the difference between the Fertile Fucktoy and the Breeding Beauty?” asked Simon. He had stopped, examining the Fertile Fucktoy. Her long chestnut hair wrapped entirely around her body. She bit one lip and spread her pussy, trying to entice him forward.

Hayley started, hoping to interfere, but Svetlana went right along.

“Excellent question. The Fertile Fucktoy model is guaranteed to get pregnant only when you want her to. The Breeding Beauty, in addition to what the Fertile Fucktoy offers, will guarantee a litter of children with every pregnancy.”

“I see,” said Simon. His face had become even redder. Hayley saw the thick, hard outline of his cock in his pants press noticeably forward and slide against the khaki fabric.

“Gosh, we don’t want
that
,” said Hayley. “We don’t even want children.”

Simon bristled at that. An old argument of theirs.

“Well.” Svetlana smiled. “Just so you know, all our features are chemical. So, should you decide, later on, that you would like this feature or that feature, it’s just a matter of giving us a call, giving payment, and waiting for a delivery of a new treatment. Your maid, of course, will be delighted to take the treatment dutifully, until she’s just the way you want her. She lives to serve you, after all. After she tastes your sex, you will be imprinted upon her.”

They continued down the line. There were many more options. Many seemed, to Hayley, just variations in hair color or breast size or height. Some had special skills: sexual proclivities like bondage training, domming in the bedroom, or stripping. But other skills were more germane to occupations: gardening, web design, mathematics—there was even a cage fighter!

Finally they came to the end of the line. There were two almost identical tall, supermodel-esque beauties, their breasts somewhat smaller than the others, though just as obviously full of 44DD milk. Their hair, dark and shiny, slipped down to their waists, their eyes were bright and alive with seductive intelligence. They could have been absolutely identical twins, except one’s eyes were green, the other’s violet.

“Just in, we have the Seductive Siren,” Svetlana pointed to violet eyes, “and the Homewrecking Hottie,” Svetlana pointed to green eyes.

Simon looked from one to the other. “What’s the difference?”

“Well, the Seductive Siren works best as a gift, you see. If a rich gentleman wanted to give his friend the gift of lifelong service, but the friend was reluctant to take such a thing, he might choose the Seductive Siren. She could even manage to convince a man and wife to take her in.”

“And the Homewrecking Hottie?”

“A
very
specialized model, Sir. Very exclusive. I’m sure you wouldn’t want anything to do with it. After all, you are buying together.”

“I’m interested, now” said Hayley. Exclusive indeed! What a bunch of rubbish. “What does it do?”

“It’s more of the model chosen by...disgruntled husbands or partners, who want their wives to be around, but not so much of a problem, let’s say. If a man wanted his wife to step down and let someone more beautiful take the role, someone more...appropriately tempered for a man of his station, then he might choose this model. As I said, I’m sure it’s not for you.”

Such talk was rather scary to think about. Someone replacing their chosen partner just because they had tired of them. Frightening! Hayley was glad she didn't have to worry about it.

“I think,” said Hayley finally, “that we will just be very happy with the Basic Maid model, at this time. The one who can clean, cook, all of that. None of the other special features, though. None of that...lactation, business. I don’t want to see any milk in my home.”

“Sure,” said Simon. “That sounds great.”

He was still looking, with intense lust, at the Homewrecking Hottie. She was sort of his type, Hayley knew. Those smoldering eyes, that thick dark hair. Sometimes, Hayley would wear a dark-haired wig during sex to shake things up a bit. Simon loved it.