Chapter 28: Buying the Virgin Shop Girl

Kylie Hayward

“I am,” said the brown-haired daughter of the jewelry shop owner. She wore a pink t-shirt with a unicorn on it and a pair of blue jeans. I had hope when I saw how cute her top was, and she had that symbol of innocence.

“That’s so wonderful,” I said and placed my wooden chest on the glass counter. Beneath were engagement rings of so many types. I was here on a special mission from my Master-Big Brother. I had Tabitha with me. My best friend and fellow maid was perfect for this mission.

Mainly because she was my BFF!

I had four more garters left. I opened the case and Heather shuddered. Her father, Mr. Goldsmith, blinked. He had black hair and wore a yarmulke. I’d never met anyone who wore a Jewish prayer cap in real life. Just in movies.

It was neat.

“So, I need to do a hymen check on you,” I said. “Hayward Manor business. So, uh, what’s your name?”

“Heather,” the girl said, her eyes staring at the four white garters that were in the case.

“Well, Heather, you just come on around the table and let me see what you have. Isn’t that just such a wonderful thing? We’re going to make sure that you’re perfect for our Master.”

“He’s so wonderful,” said Tabitha. “But we need to have only virgins to take care of him. It’s a big responsibility to watch over his needs. Whatever he wants, you have to be ready to provide it for him.” “I can do it,” Heather said, moving around from behind her counter. “Right, Dad.”

“That’s right,” he said, stroking at his beard as he watched his daughter unsnapping her jeans as she came up beside us. This was a special day for any girl. To be chosen to wear a white garter was important. It required only the purest of girls. The others could pick sluts and whores and married women, but I didn’t think that was right.

Master Big Brother deserved girls who had never been with any man. He should be their first. That was the only way this should work. It made perfect sense to me. I hoped Heather was a virgin. She claimed to be one.

Good sign.

But you never knew when there was a whore who just lied to get a garter. I mean, I would do anything to be owned by Master-Big Brother. Why, in the beginning, I ... I ... Memories from the first day we arrived at the manor washed through me.

Okay, I was an idiot who thought it was weird that this was all happening. I resisted the magic, but that was because I was a Hayward by birth. I had the same blood as my brother. But normal girls wanted it. They had no choice. The magic was so powerful.

Heather had her fly open. I thrust my hand into it and slid into the pink panties that peeked out. I slid through a nice, trimmed bush to find her pussy lips. She was juicy, but who wouldn’t be with the prospect of being my big brother’s?

Lance was amazing.

I stroked her pussy lips, her father watching on anxiously. He wanted her to be chosen. Such a good dad. I parted her pussy lips and found her hymen. That little membrane, with a hole my finger could almost fit through, was proof of her purity.

“You’re a virgin!” I said as I ripped my hand out.

“So that means...?” There was such hope in her hazel eyes. She bounced in place, her jeans slipping off her hips and falling to her mid-thighs. Her pink panties had a cute, white bow on the front. Adorable.

“Yep!” I said and grabbed a pink garter. “Mr. Goldsmith, your daughter is maid material. So...” I grabbed a white garter out of my case and held it to Heather.

She shuddered at the sight of it and shoved her jeans down her legs while kicking off her white tennis shoes. She wore a pair of pink socks with a frill of white lace. Ooh, everything she had was so adorable. I loved it.

She stepped out of her jeans before she hopped on one foot than the other to peel off her socks. Maids could only wear official Hayward Manor uniforms. She dropped her socks before she peeled off her t-shirt. She had round boobs that her pink bra held. Trimmed in white lace, it was cute. It was a shame it wasn’t an approved uniform.

She reached behind her and unhooked it. Her proud daddy watched on, beaming as his daughter unveiled her round boobs. They were perky tits with pink nipples that looked so suckable. Master Big Brother would love her. My pussy was growing so wet. Tabitha wiggled her hips, watching on with delight.

Heather shoved off her panties last. She rolled those pink delights off her hips revealing a trimmed, brown bush that dripped with her pussy juices. She bent over, her boobies swinging back and forth. She stepped out of her panties.

I dropped to my knees. Heather thrust out her left leg, saying, “I’m so happy, Dad!”

“Me, too, Heather,” said Mr. Goldsmith. “Your mother would have been so proud of you.”

The daughter beamed at those words as I slipped the white garter over her foot. I slid the lacy band up her calf, past her knee, and around her thigh. I left it there, gripping her leg. She shuddered as she officially became a maid of Hayward Manor.

“Master Lance owns me,” she said with awe and pride.

“That’s right,” I said and stood. I leaned against the counter and spread my legs. “And as your first official act as a maid of Hayward Manor, you will eat my pussy!”

“Yes, Kylie,” she said. “I’d love that!”

Heather dropped to her knees before me. She pressed her head up between my legs and nuzzled into my trimmed bush. I shuddered as she licked me. I closed my eyes, enjoying the way her tongue stroked across my pussy lips. She parted them, sending a hot shiver rushing through me.

She licked around my clit. This wonderful heat swept through me. It was a naughty moment to have her tonguing me like that. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the way her tongue stroked around my bud. A shudder ran through me.

“Ooh,” I purred. “That’s so good, Heather.” I glanced at her father. “Your daughter is going to fit right in at Hayward Manor. Pussy eating is something that we do a lot of. It’s important for bonding between maids and makes sure that all different colors of garters support and love each other.”

“Of course, of course,” Mr. Goldsmith said as he watched his daughter licking at me. Heather stroked through my folds again. She was so delicious. “My girl is a team player. She plays softball at her high school.”

“Wonderful,” said Tabitha as she dropped to her knees and grabbed Heather’s rump. “Mmm, you have a yummy-looking muff. I just have to eat you out, Heather. Because we’re maids who serve Master Lance. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Heather moaned into my pussy.

That was so beautiful to hear. The magic of Hayward Manor was amazing. I was so glad that Heather would be with us for eternity, chained to my big brother. We would all be in the Hay making love, our souls locked in an endless orgy with my big brother at the center. Our reward for fighting against evil.

I shuddered at the feel of that hot tongue stroking through my folds. She licked at me as Tabitha nuzzled into Heather’s pussy. My BFF started licking and lapping at Heather, stroking through her folds, lapping at her cunt.

Heather moaned into my pussy as she enjoyed Tabitha’s licking. “Oh, she’s so good,” she moaned. “Ooh, I like that.”

“You should love it,” I said. “That’s the fun of being a maid. Pussy eating is the second best part of being fucked by Master-Big Brother!”

“Yes!” Tabitha squealed, her blue eyes meeting mine. Her blonde curls swayed around her face as she feasted on Heather. “Just the best!”

“I can’t wait to lose my cherry to him!” Heather moaned. “Master Lance ... I just know he’s so handsome. I love him so much! Dad, I’m going to be his loyal and loving maid. He can use my body whenever he wants.”

“You’re going to make me proud servicing him,” said Mr. Goldsmith. “Master Hayward is a great man who needs to be served.”

I loved the Golden Power. It was so hot how it just affected everyone.

Heather licked and lapped at my pussy. She stroked her tongue through my folds. I quivered when she pressed into me. She sank into my twat itself and writhed around in my hole. She teased me as she did that. It was so hot feeling her tongue dancing around in me. I loved every last second of her doing that. It was just a naughty moment.

She stroked my inner depths. Her tongue danced around in me while her lips rubbed on my pussy folds. It was an outstanding rush. I loved that moment. I enjoyed every last second of her stirring me up and building me toward my orgasm.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “Ooh, ooh, Heather, you’re such a great addition to the harem.”

“Thank you, Kylie!” groaned the cutie.

She thrust her tongue deep into my pussy while Tabitha ate her out. I watched my friend kneading Heather’s rump. Tabitha ate her out while the cute brunette tongued my snatch. My orgasm built and built in me. I quivered here, my maid’s uniform rustling.

Mr. Goldsmith watched on with pride. He wasn’t getting off on our lesbian passion, but just drinking in the sight of his daughter working for Hayward Manor. She could be dusting the house, and he would show as much interest as this.

It was fantastic.

Her tongue danced around in me. She swirled about in my snatch. It was a delicious moment to feel her rooting around in me. My eyes rolled back in my head. I loved how she flicked her tongue around in my snatch.

She drove me wild with that hot tongue. She swept it around in my cunt and brought me closer and closer to bursting. I would have a huge climax. It would be amazing having all that pleasure rushing through me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “Oh Mr. Goldsmith, your daughter is such a good pussy licker. Ooh, ooh, she’s going to make me cum so hard!”

“Of course she is,” he said with such pride. “Her mother would be so proud of her.”

“Yes, yes, be proud, Mama Goldsmith!” I moaned, looking up to heaven. “Your daughter is such a good maid! She’s doing such an amazing job eating my pussy. I’m going to cum on her face. I’m going to drown her!”

I loved those words as that hot tongue thrust into my pussy and swirled around in me. I shuddered at the feel of all that delight sweeping through me. It was just a fantastic moment to have her dancing around in me. I rose toward that moment of bursting. To drowning the cutie.

Her tongue stroked through my folds and danced around my clit. She fluttered against my bud. My skirt rustled as my petite body quivered. I groaned as she tongued me. I shuddered here, whimpering at what she did to me.

“That’s it, Heather,” I moaned. “Ooh, ooh, just like that! Suckle on my clit!”

“Yes, yes, make her cum,” whimpered Tabitha. “She chose you. She saw how special you are. Make her burst!”

“I will!” Heather purred around my clit. “Thank you so much for seeing potential in me. I won’t let you down, Kylie! I won’t!”

She suckled on my clit with force. She nibbled on my bud. The pleasure rushed through me. It was quite a delight to nibble on her. I flicked my tongue around her pearl. She polished it with her hot tongue. Then she nibbled on me with her soft lips.

I trembled, the pleasure washed through me. This was just an amazing moment. I savored every last second of it. This was just an awesome moment. She suckled with all her might. I gasped and threw back my head.

“Heather!” I squealed as I climaxed.

Her father applauded her, his hands clapping together, as my pleasure surged through me. Rapture washed over my mind while my pussy juices drowned his daughter’s mouth. My uniform rustled as I trembled through the bliss.

Heather licked and lapped at my juices. She stroked her tongue through my folds. I loved every last second of that ecstasy washing through me. Heather moaned into my cunt. She gripped my thighs as she licked at me.

“Oh, oh,” she moaned. “I ... I ... Yes!”

She climaxed, too. Tabitha was just so skilled at eating pussy.

I shuddered in delight as I climaxed. The ecstasy washed out of my spasming pussy. Heather moaned into my cunt. She lapped at me as she enjoyed her own rapture. It was so wonderful. I swayed there, my eyes squeezing shut.

Her father kept clapping, kept cheering her on. Such a supportive daddy. I trembled, loving every last second of the rapture sweeping through me. It peaked in me. This wonderful heat simmered through my mind. I hovered there, feeling so good.

Just so happy. It was an amazing moment. I was so happy to enjoy this bliss. I shuddered, sucking in delight as my orgasm died away. Heather licked at my pussy, moaning into me as she quivered through her bliss. I was so glad for her.

“Ooh, that was so good,” I said, my entire body buzzing. “But now we have to buy an engagement ring. Master-Big Brother needs the perfect one to give to his Maid-Wife. Ooh, you’ll like Bella. She’s his best friend and just so perfect for him. She’s his bodyguard, but we’re his body servants.”

“Ooh, I get that,” said Heather. “We just are ready to serve him and feed him and clothe him and buy him things.”

“That’s right,” I said as Heather popped to her feet. She threw her arms around her neck and kissed me, my spicy pussy cream on her lips. That was so hot to taste.

She broke the kiss and said, “Okay, let’s figure out what’s the perfect ring for Bella. We don’t want to buy the wrong one. This one has to last her a lifetime.”

“That’s right,” I said as Heather darted around the counter and grabbed a tray of engagement rings out. She sat them down. It was time to find the perfect one.

I would not let Master-Big Brother down.

Lance Hayward

It wasn’t much past noon when Mom went into labor to have our fourth daughter. Aunt Nancy and a few of the other maids whisked her away while I moved through the manor, supervising the cleaning and learning more about the Imprisoned.

There were over two hundred in the manor. Trapped in busts, paintings, statues, and even a few tapestries. The maids were moving around everywhere, all so eager to clean. All save Asuka. I found her in her room with her computers. She was typing on them, writing code.

I left her to it.

From time to time, I would reward a maid. I fucked Deidre in the ass on the second floor. Ms. Docea sucked my dick clean on the third. I left a big load of cum in Deborah’s pussy on the first floor. I picked them at random. Just giving them encouragement and the power they needed to keep the Imprisoned under control.

I swear I saw Bella cleaning the Gizzamuluke’s painting twice.

I hated that Imprisoned. He had almost raped my little sister that first night here. Raped and eaten her. These things were foul and disgusting. They all had to be locked up. Any of them who made it through the barrier.

I checked on the Seductress. She was bound by her gold manacles and being fucked by Sister Martha Ruth, the Nun-Maid pounding my mother’s dark twin with the golden dildo. The Demon-Maid had red welts across her ass.

“You dirty monster!” hissed Sister Martha Ruth.

SLAP!

Her hand smacked down on the Demon-Maid’s rump, leaving a bright handprint. The Seductress moaned, her all-black eyes rolling back in her head with such passion on her face.

“Such a dirty monster,” she moaned. “I was so bad. Keep hurting me. I deserve it!”

Sister Martha Ruth drew back her hand.

SLAP!

The Seductress was in hand, so I checked in on Mom. She had our new daughter Delilah. That was wonderful. I felt good as I moved down through the palace. I was heading to check out the ballroom and see how things were going there when Cali appeared.

My purple-eyed maid said, “Your sister returns with a new maid.”

“Oh, good,” I said. My stomach squirmed. Now that I knew our fate, I felt some guilt about adding new maids. I was forcing women to this fate, but it was for the world. I had seen the madness of the Otherworld.

I would not let it infect our world.

I followed Cali through the first floor. We passed Seo-Yun cleaning the statue of a man with bent shoulders and fat tears spilling down his cheeks. He held a dagger in his hand. The Masseuse-Maid paused to curtsy.

“Master,” she purred.

I squeezed her ass, slipping my hand up beneath her skirt. She smiled at that. Her massage with Ji-Woo had been delicious in the cottage back in the Otherworld. I was glad that Aunt Nancy had recruited them. Different skills were important.

In the foyer, Cali opened the doors as a black sedan pulled up. The Uber since Kylie was too young to have her driver’s license. Kylie then the new maid followed by Tabitha piled out of the car. They all rushed up to me, the new maid wearing white tennis shoes and nothing else, her round boobs jiggling. She had brown hair and a cute face. She was my age.

“This is Heather,” said Kylie as she rushed up the steps. She reached into her bodice and pulled out a black box. A ring box. She slipped it to me. “Bella’s going to love this.”

“Thanks,” I said. I turned to Cali and pushed it into her cleavage. “We’ll need that for after dinner.”

“Yes, Master,” my purple-eyed maid said. She glanced at Heather. “You are sharing room 15 with Chastity. Your uniform is already in there, though...” She grabbed my hard cock, stroking it. “Our Master’s lance is always eager to plunge into new maids.”

Cali turned and swept off to do whatever it was she did. Probably maintaining the Hay and the Manor. My little sister stepped up before me, her black pigtails framing her cute face. She arched an eyebrow at me.

“Does Cali seem a little less ... uptight?” she asked.

“Maybe,” I said as Cali headed through the door that led toward the kitchen.

“Well, this is Heather,” said Kylie. “She is a virgin, and we have to change that. She’s been saving herself for you.”

“I have, Master Lance,” Heather said, such awe in her hazel eyes. “I never knew it, but it all made so much sense when I saw the pink garter. I was destined to be yours. The Almighty wanted it.”

“Well,” I said, glancing at Kylie then at Tabitha. Sadly, I couldn’t pleasure all three at once, and my sister ... She was my sister. “Let’s fix that. Follow.”

I turned and headed up the stairs. I did stroll around naked. There didn’t seem to be much point in going clothed. Sure, my maids did, but it was super hot seeing them flounce around in their skimpy uniforms. When they bent over, they flashed their pussies and asses at me. The more endowed maids looked like they were about to pop out of their dresses.

Kylie and Tabitha were whispering to Heather about the Imprisoned and the Hay, talking about our adventures in the Otherworld. Heather gasped in horror or in joy at the appropriate spots. I rolled my eyes. We reached the third floor.

“Master,” my Maid-Wife cooed as she rubbed polish into the Gizzamuluke’s frame. “I see we have a new maid.”

“Just showing her to her new room,” I said, patting my Maid-Wife’s ass as I strode by. “By breaking in her bed?” Bella asked with amusement.

“And her cherry,” said Kylie as she passed.

I smiled as I headed to room 15. The odd ones were on the south side of the manor. I pushed it open. It had a bed in the center with a dresser on either side. Along with doors that connected it to the neighboring rooms and a third door that led to the servant’s passageway. On the inside of the hallway door, was the glyph.

When this door was closed, nothing evil could get past it. Quarantine for the living areas of the house. Though with the number of maids we had now, we could be out after dark in the house. The Imprisoned were kept “clean.” We were even having meals now in the dining room and using the kitchen to clean.

But if I had to go out and leave behind a skeleton crew, they would be safe.

I fell on the bed, my cock smacking into my stomach. I smiled at the maids. “Kylie, come sit on my face. You were a good little sister. I know you picked out a perfect ring.”

“She’ll love it, Master-Big Brother!” My sister jumped on the bed, landing on her knees. Her skirt flared up for a moment, flashing a hint of her black bush. She crawled up the bed and straddled me. Her skirt fell around my head, plunging me into a warm darkness.

I breathed in her spicy musk.

“Now, Heather, you get to go for a ride,” my little sister said as she planted her pussy right on my face. Her furred muff tickled my lips. I licked at her. My little sister squealed in delight, “Master-Big Brother! Yes! Yes!”

“Ooh, I am so eager for this, Master Lance,” Heather said as I felt her scrambling on the bed. She straddled me. She grabbed my cock and lifted me to her pussy. “So I just press him against here, right, Kylie?” Heather rubbed the tip of my cock into her furred muff, her curls tickling me before her wet folds kissed the crown of my dick.