The Maid For Service Bundle

by Nadia Nightside

  “W-what does that mean?” Jacqueline asked finally.

  “It means...” I scaled back a little, feeling somewhat guilty now that my orgasm had passed. “It means that a wife isn’t just a title. It’s a responsibility. Quite a lot of them, in fact.”

  Her jaw worked around to the side, and she huffed and left the room, slamming the door. I exited Mariana’s mouth, and tugged her up off her knees by her hair.

  Breathing hard and audibly swallowing down my load, she looked up at me with those gorgeous, innocent eyes.

  “She’s going to be a problem, Mr. Oakland.” She licked her lips slowly, wiping up all the excess cum with her pink tongue.

  “Yes,” I said distantly.

  My mind was still processing the mind-blowing orgasm that Mariana had just given me. I noticed, after some time had passed, that she was still stroking my cock gently.

  “She’s going to try to get between us more and more. I can’t allow that to happen,” she said. “I love you too much, Sir.”

  I barely could focus on what she was saying, even with as touching and disturbing as it was. My eyes were fixed on her hand around my stiff, rock-hard penis.

  “My god,” I said, voice soft. “My cock...it’s still hard.”

  “I know,” said Mariana. “Isn’t that great? And since you’ve already cum, you’ll be able to fuck me for even longer.”

  “F-fuck you?”

  She pushed me back in my chair and slipped onto my lap. Her tits bounced happily in their sexy black-and-white lace. She had on nothing but lingerie. Her heels had more than six inches to them.

  “Of course, Sir. Don’t you want to fuck me? Didn’t you just say how you’d rather be fucking me than your wife?”

  “That’s...I mean, context is an important—oh fuck you are so tight!”

  She slid down on my cock, smiling rapturously. Her orgasm was evident, immense pleasure sliding over her face and shivering through her body. I could feel her pussy pulsing and gripping hard on my cock as her orgasm continued over several seconds.

  “S-so good!” she cried. “My Sir! My Sir! So good! Oh god, Sir!”

  After what appeared to be several more orgasms, with me looking on in complete abandon and arousal at the lust-puppet she had turned into, she shook her hair sexily and leveled her green gaze on me.

  “Now,” she said, milking my rock-hard cock slow. “Shall we discuss how best to take care of your wife?”

  “T-take care of her? What do you mean?”

  “Oh, nothing like that,” she giggled. “She’s a total dish. You should keep her around. But I have certain equipment with me that can expediate her...adjustment process.”

  “Adjustment?”

  “Yes, Sir. Like I was adjusted.”

  “Like...like you were...”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said again, smiling broadly. “You didn’t think I was born this way, did you? Heavens, no. I mean, I was rather beautiful, and busty, and leggy...but Castle Enterprises made all of that substantially better. And coded me to be your ever-loving, everlasting fertile servant. Just as I can do for your wife. I’m so happy they altered me for your pleasure.”

  “F-fertile? You mean you’re—”

  I stopped as she tugged her bra down. I could see her bare tits at last. They were beautiful, huge, and...

  Leaking?

  They were lactating, I realized. Milk spurted slowly out from them, running down her body in warm droplets.

  “Pregnant? Oh, I hope so. At least I hope I will be soon.” She whispered in my ear, her hair soft against the side of my face. “Because I know you’re going to give me the biggest load in the world. You’re so perfect and good. You couldn’t do less.”

  I leaned forward, unable to help myself, and licked up her milk. It was delicious. Perfect. Just like her.

  “You want to change my wife,” I sucked up more of her milk, “...my Jacqueline, into...into someone like you.”

  “Yes.”

  “Obedient. Beautiful. Loving...”

  “And fertile.” She squeezed her lactating tits, the cream spilling downward onto her tight, perfect body. “So she can give you lots of babies. Yes, Sir. All I need is your say-so.”

  “Fuck. Mariana...”

  I wanted to get Jacqueline pregnant. That was no mystery to me. And that was another one of her failures as a wife, refusing me in that account. And here was this beauty, milking my cock like a goddess, and begging to get my wife pregnant and to get pregnant herself.

  “Please, Master? Please, Sir? Let me change her mind. Let me make her what she is supposed to be. Please? Let me change your wife. Tell me to break her mind, Master, please? Please, Sir?”

  Her pleading picked up the more that she squeezed and milked my cock. I couldn’t hold back any more—I needed to release. And I needed, needed to see my wife become whatever Mariana wanted to make her into. Her milk ran down her body, and I could feel it sliding into our intersection, lubing up my cock and her pussy as we fucked even harder.

  “Yes!” I cried, cumming madly into her fertile, welcoming, lactating body. “Do it! Do it all!”

  “Yes Sir!” she cried, clearly orgasming from the opportunity to obey me. “Yes Master! Anything you say!”

  I was so exhausted by the multiple-orgasm session that, afterward, I did not have time to change my mind before Mariana had already gotten started.

  * * * * *

  That night, Jacqueline was in bed, exhausted from yelling at me earlier. I watched from the hallway, hidden in the shadows, as Mariana entered the room. I was stark naked. I didn't care. This was my house, and I was a man. I had nothing to be ashamed of. My body was shredded with muscle.

  Mariana wore a new outfit. Now she had on a smoky dark pair of nylons that contrasted sharply with the bright white minidress she had on. She no longer bothered to wear her apron. Wrapped around her waist was an enormous silk bow, its ends sliding down the backs of her amazing thighs.

  She had taken to changing outfits twice a day. She had asked if one was enough, and I said that she needn’t ask about such matters.

  She took that to mean that even asking if one was enough was unnecessary because more than one outfit a day was so clearly what was necessary.

  She was a treasure. I wanted to fill her up with all the cum I could manage.

  Jacqueline eyed Mariana coldly, with great viciousness, as the younger beauty approached. Mariana held the tray of medicine and a glass of milk on one hand, perfectly balanced on the tips of her strong, elegant fingers. In the other hand was her trunk, dragged behind her effortlessly. I tried picking it up myself—it was lighter than air, now. I was so strong these days.

  “Medicine, Madam,” Mariana intoned, setting the trunk down easily.

  Jacqueline stared murder at her. “Get out of here, you...you whore. I know what you’ve done.”

  “Of course you do, Madam. Take your medicine, if you please.”

  She held the tray under Jacqueline's seated form.

  “You’ve been fucking him, haven’t you? He’s been pounding away at the pretty body of yours, I have no doubt. And why is that trunk here?”

  “Madam, it’s time for your medicine. Please take it.”

  Grudgingly, Jacqueline took the medicine and the glass of milk. She held them in her hands, frowning at both. Mariana set the trunk down next to the bed.

  I eyed the milk lasciviously. I knew where it came from now. It was Mariana's milk. Her tits had been lactating ever since she had met me—and she had been putting it all in our food. That was her secret ingredient. It was also, she had told me, why I had changed so much.

  “I don’t like the way these make me feel. So...peppy and strange. 44DD.” She read off the pill. “What does that even mean? I don't remember the doctor prescribing these.”

  “It’s for the best, Madam. You’re much healthier now.”

  “Like you care! Answer what I asked. You’ve been fucking my husband, haven’t you?”

  Mariana smi
led, twirling her thick hair in one hand.

  “Yes Madam, I have been. Drink your milk and take your medicine, if you please.”

  Jacqueline’s jaw went slack. Clearly she hadn’t expected Mariana to just outright admit the infidelity. Neither had I. I almost rushed in right at that moment...but something stayed my hand. I think it was how calm Mariana seemed.

  Besides, I was in complete control of the situation. I was the man of the house. I controlled everything and everyone I saw. That was my right.

  “Wh-why?” sputtered Jacqueline.

  “Because it’s important. Your health, Madam.”

  “No! Not that. Sleeping with my husband. Why did you do that?”

  “Because he’s a prime example of a man, madam. He is this house's Master. He is, therefore, my Master. He’s a testosterone-fueled super stud. I can’t even exist in the same room as him without my pussy pulsing with the need to be filled by his cock. Because I’m a sexy, good little slave, and that’s what sexy good little slaves do in front of testosterone-fueled super stud Masters.”

  As Mariana spoke, Jacqueline had started to obediently take her medicine. She drank the whole cup of milk. I felt my cock stiffen at the sight. It was like she was programmed to do it; maybe the same way I was programmed to need to cum right after I ate one of Mariana’s meals.

  “B-but he’s my...MY husband...”

  “Yes, Madam. But you had better start acting like it now that you’re better, oughtn’t you?”

  “What would you know about it?”

  I could see Jacqueline trying to be vicious, but all the viciousness had left her. A soft, gentle smile had started to form on her lovely face. Mariana's milk and the magical medicine 44DD doing its work.

  God, she was beautiful, my wife. Truly. I hadn’t seen it for so very long, what with the sickness and all. When you only take care of someone for such a long time, when your role is caretaker and not partner, you begin to lose that attraction. Maybe it’s biological. But she truly was beautiful when she was happy. I could see that now.

  “I know,” said Mariana, sitting down on the bed with Jacqueline, “that a good wife is always happy to suck and serve her husband at any time. She begs to do it; she does not wait to be asked. She waits on him hand and foot, and advertises her willingness with the way she dresses. And I know that you didn’t do any of that even when you were well.”

  “I had...I was busy...”

  Her head started to fall into Mariana’s lap. She nuzzled up against the tight, young beauty’s body, Mariana’s tits pillowing over the top of her face. Jacqueline’s breaths had become soft and measured, matching in time with Mariana’s.

  “A good wife is never too busy for her Husband. Her Husband is the first priority.”

  Adjusting slightly, Mariana let her top down, freeing her tits. They were large, globular, and perfect. Her nipples were like thick, hot raspberries. Gently, she stroked Jacqueline's hair. I started stroking my naked cock. This was too much.

  “I’ve been wanting for you to suck on my tits for a long, long time, Madam.”

  “I...oh. Oh my. Have you?”

  “Oh yes. You see, I’ve been lactating for a long time. And you've had lots of my milk. But you haven't had it straight from the source.”

  Jacqueline's voice was sleepy. “I...I don’t understand.”

  “Mister Castle is always perfecting his pharmaceuticals. Before I met Master, your dear Husband, I was unable to lactate. I was not a true woman. But as soon as I saw him, Mr. Oakland, I knew my purpose, and my body reacted perfectly. I created just the right kind of milk to make Master happy. And what’s more, anyone that drinks my milk will become much more like they ought to be.”

  She slid my wife’s face onto one perfect, milk-heavy tit. My wife, drawn in inexorably, began to suckle obediently. I continued to stroke my cock, watching in amazement.

  “You see? Doesn’t that taste good?”

  Jacqueline sounded high as she sucked more and more. “Mmmhmmm...”

  “Good girl. Isn’t it nicer just to let your mind empty out a little bit? Just to be a little happier. Let go of all those silly resentments. All those petty feelings of hatred and nastiness. You’re so very smart; anybody can see that. I want you to use all that intelligence for being a hot, sexy, pretty, good girl for Mister Oakland. He’s your Husband, after all, and the Master of the House besides. We good girls must obey the Master of the House, mustn’t we?”

  Another satisfied, drugged-up acquiescent moan from Jacqueline.

  Mariana got up then and pulled her trunk to Jacqueline. She cleared away some clothes, setting them in neat little piles, and then pressed carefully around the inside of the trunk. A low hum began, and a blue light emanated from its interior. Soon, a series of screens and robotic arms hissed upward, forming a small half-shell. Mariana pulled out an extendable table, complete with cushion, and laid Jacqueline down on it. The top half of her torso fit entirely within the shell, flooding her barely-conscious form with blue light from the screens. The robot arms shifted her into position.

  Mariana had explained all this to me the night before:

  “With good girls like me, there is not so much hardware needed. I was by and large willing and happy to be a servant. Most of the work was done to code me to you, which, again, I am so deliriously happy about. You’re so strong and perfect.”

  “It’s your coding that makes you say that,” I had said.

  “Do you care?”

  I found, after some short introspection, that I absolutely didn’t. It was, in fact, pretty hot. Her loyalty to me would never be in question. That’s what I deserved. A completely loyal, completely hot fuckpet maid. I was a real man, after all.

  “With your wife, though,” Mariana continued, “so much of the energy and effects of the standard 44DD treatment went to combating—and utterly defeating—her illness, that her mind hasn’t received as much attention as it might to make her more...agreeable.”

  “The drug affects her mind?” I had asked. “And yours?”

  “It makes women into what they are supposed to be. Servile. Fertile. Eager. And happy. Wouldn’t you agree that’s for the best?”

  Again, I couldn’t find any issue with that logic. That was what women were supposed to be. Jacqueline had been something of a disappointment in all those departments.

  Now, with Jacqueline in the contraption from the trunk, my homewrecking fuckpet maid saw me watching and stroking my cock. She bite her lower lip and giggled happily, clapping her hands together. The plan was all coming together. With Jacqueline in place, Mariana stepped out in the hallway with me.

  “I made a meal for you,” she said, kissing me hungrily. “It’s in the kitchen. This next stage can be quite long. And uncomfortable, for viewers. I wouldn’t want you to have second thoughts on how we must improve your wife.”

  Not seeing anything better to do, and not sure how much I wanted to watch Mariana “improve” Jacqueline, I went downstairs after a few sizzling-hot kisses from my maid slave.

  The meal waiting for me in the kitchen was large and incredible, just like what I deserved. It was the size of a Thanksgiving feast for a nine-person family. Turkey, dressing, pie, and of course, several tall glasses of milk. I picked up a whole turkey and tore into it with my teeth, and felt my cock bulge and harden.

  I took another bite of turkey, and my cock bulged again. Another bite, and still a stronger pulse. I downed an entire leg in short order and felt my cock spurting out cum.

  It was like the food was fueling my testosterone levels. Maybe...maybe Mariana had put a glaze from her milk on all the food. That would be hot.

  Mariana had arranged all of this. That was clear now.

  The perfect submissive, trying to craft herself the perfect environment. She was crafting me the perfect wife—and so perhaps also the perfect Mistress for herself. The perfect Wife for me certainly would be Mariana’s perfect Mistress, just as I was her perfect Master.

  I didn’t
care. The meal was all so damn delicious. I wanted more and more and more. I kept tossing the delicious fuel into my gullet, not subsiding in the least after wave after wave of orgasm moved through me. The floor around me soon became sticky and thick with my cum.

  I remember eating half of it before my darkness set in, and I passed out.

  * * * * *

  I woke to a pair of female hands sliding over my hairy, muscular legs.

  “Master?”

  “Husband?”

  I groaned, trying to wake. It was hard. Everything felt heavy.

  “Oh, Madam...he ate all the food.” This was Mariana. I saw her first, looking over me with concerned eyes. “The poor dear. He must have such a tummy ache.”

  “Yes. My poor Husband.” Jacqueline's face slid into view. “We mustn’t leave him alone like this. It’s our duty to make sure he eats in proper amounts.”

  “Yes, Madam. Of course. I will make adjustments to our planner when we cook for him again. It will be such a joy to give him the food he deserves.”

  I woke completely to them talking like this, already in perfect rhythm, as if they were sisters and had been looking after me for years. They lifted me up and place me sitting up on the kitchen floor, both of them kneeling before me. Waiting. Needing.

  “Jacqueline?” I asked.

  I could barely believe my eyes. My mousey, cute wife was nothing more than a distant hint in the sexy visage that now knelt over me. She was tall, her deep chestnut hair voluminous and long, shiny, her eyes a bright, happy blue. Sapphire blue. Deep ocean blue. Her form was comparable to Mariana’s now—busty, tiny-waisted, long-legged, with flaring child-rearing hips and sensational muscle tone. She was pale where Mariana was tan, and her features distinctly American where Mariana’s were Latin, but still I felt in ways they could have passed for sisters. Perhaps it was the look of absolute reverence in their eyes as they both admired my prone form, or perhaps it was the manner in which they were both dressed—both of them in sexy white bridal lingerie.

  Elbow-length gloves. Tight lacy corsets, pushing their tits up. Diamonds around their necks and on their ears. White fishnet stockings leading into tall white heels.