Making My Maid Harem

Maria Hayward

Fear squeezed about my pounding heart. Cold sweat drenched my body as Cali and the shadow woman she was kissing, both smiled at me. Their purple eyes glowed. The shadowy woman's smile grew wider and bigger than was possible while Cali's...

Cali's was just as inhuman.

I had to do something. I had to act. I had to--

Purple light flared bright from their eyes. Violet engulfed me. I wanted to scream but--

Darkness crashed down on me. Someone was shaking me. I groaned, my mind groggy. My eyes fluttered open. I felt the smooth, cool stone beneath my cheek.

I struggled to think as the hand shook my shoulder. Then a cool touch brushed my cheek. Fingers gentle.

"Maria," a woman purred. Her voice was familiar. "Maria, are you okay?"

"What?" I blinked, my mind as thick and slurpy as molasses.

"You collapsed," the woman said. I knew that voice. I looked up to see Cali peering down with concern in her purple eyes. "What happened? What do you remember?"

"Collapsed?" I pushed myself up into a sitting position. The world spun around me for a moment. I leaned back against the wall. A nearly empty spray bottle lay nearby.

"I came down to get more cleaners and... And..." I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to understand what had happened.

"Then you were shaking me. I don't even remember passing out. Just... coming down the stairs."

"One of the Imprisoned must have gotten to you," Cali said. "They're all stirring. One of them used some mental magic to knock you out. I apologize. We shouldn't have split up. It's too soon. You're too new."

"Okay," I said. I shook my head, trying to knock off that thick and cloying molasses leaving me feeling... off. It was fading, though. I glanced past Cali and noticed the painting of a shadowy woman wearing only gold jewelry set with purple gems. She was curvaceous, lovely but deadly all at the same time. Men surrounded her, watching her dance. She had such a big smile. Too big. I shivered at the inhumanness of it. Another Imprisoned. They were all around us.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to faint."

"No, no, it's okay," said Cali. "Can you stand?"

I nodded and held out my hands to her. The purple-eyed maid helped me to my feet with her strong grip. I was unsteady on my heels for a moment, my short, puffy skirt rustling. I drew in a deep breath in the low-cut bodice of my maid's uniform.

"Okay, your color is coming back," Cali said. "It was just one of the Imprisoned playing a nasty trick on you. Let's get your bottle refilled and find the rest of your cleaners. Who were you working on?"

A shiver ran over me, my skin prickling. "This creepy guy with a big smile with a naked woman before him."

"Oh, Smiles." She gave me a commiserating look. "Yeah, he's a nasty one. Must have nibbled on your energy. Let's get back to cleaning."

"Sure, sure," I said, glad that we had this important job. These entities had to be contained. I glanced back at the shadowy dancer. She had purple eyes, the same color as her gems. I shook my head and let Cali lead me off.

We found the rest of my cleaners and worked together along the second floor. The place was too huge to get all of it done, but we kept scrubbing paintings, statues, busts, and dusted tapestries for a few hours when the doorbell rang.

A visitor?

***

Kylie Hayward

I flounced away from my brother after having just such a wonderful tryst with him and his new maid. I was so glad that Bella was his Maid-Wife. I always thought they were cute together. That they would be so happy if they got married.

Now they were in an even better way because she was a maid. Like me. We both got to love and worship and fuck my big brother. Ooh, I had loved feasting on her as my brother fucked me up the ass. The sour flavor of my butt along with my big brother's salty cum still lingered in my mouth.

I loved being his Virgin-Maid. It was wonderful.

"Wow, look at you," my best friend Tabitha said. She had blonde hair that fell around her cute face. "You're a maid! That's so neat."

"I'm my big brother's maid," I said, lifting my skirt and the layers of petticoats beneath it. Not enough to flash my naked ass or pussy. "Isn't that neat? I get to call him Master Big Brother and suck his cock after he's fucked my ass."

"Oh, that's so neat," gasped Tabitha. "You suck his cock? Wow, you're such a good maid. I'm so jealous. I would love to be your brother's maid."

"Of course, you would," I said, giving her a critical eye. "You know, you just might be maid material. But there's only one way to be sure."

"I am?" This giddy delight flashed over her. That was the magic of Hayward Manor at work, making her accept that I was a maid. I didn't expect it to make her excited to serve my brother, but why not? There were supposed to be junior maids that served us special maids. There were so many other bedrooms for them. "Wow. How can we be sure, Kylie?"

"Why, drop your jeans and panties then bed over," I said. It was all so clear in my mind how we had to do it. It made perfect sense.

Right there, before Mr. Carter, my best friend unsnapped her jeans. She didn't hesitate. She shoved them and her white panties off. Her blonde bush appeared as she pushed them down to her knees. Then she bent over. I moved behind her to rub at her pussy.

I put my hand right on her bush, not hesitating at all. Everyone glanced at us, boys and girls alike. I rubbed my digits through my friend's pubic hair and found the wet lips of her pussy. I parted her labia and found a hymen guarding the entrance of her pussy.

"Oh, good news," I squealed. "You are maid material. That's so wonderful to hear."

"I am!" my best friend squealed. She turned around and bounced up and down. "That's so neat." She grabbed her panties and pulled them up. I was so excited for her. She then pulled her jeans up and snapped them. "Me! Maid material."

"Yep, you're definitely maid material," I said, grinning at my friend. That was so exciting to find out. My heart beat so fast.

"What about me?" asked Lisa, another of my classmates. Other girls were gathering around, all looking so eager to find out.

"Well, there's only one way to find out," I said to the girls. "Drop your pants and panties or hike your skirts, bend over, and let me feel your pussies."