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A hand roughly shook me awake, and I groaned in response, shifting my body and turning onto my other side.
“Up, it’s time to work. The mistresses will not tolerate a lazy worker.” The voice of the head maid cut through the dark. I opened my eyes and raised myself onto my arm.
“Fine, just give me a moment to dress and I’ll be right out.” I groaned out, voice hoarse from sleep, head still groggy. The older woman quickly walked out of the maid’s quarts, slamming the large wooden door behind her. I sat there for a moment, rubbing the sleep and crusts from my eyes, and yawning. I finally gathered strength to force my body from the slightly warm bed, lowering my bare feet to the cold stone floor. I quickly made my way over to the small wardrobe holding my uniform and spare nightgowns. I dropped the cotton nightgown from my body, and reached in, pulling out my black dress, white apron, and matching white pantyhose. I pulled the soft pantyhose up my legs, then slipped the black dress over my body, tying the white apron behind my back and smoothing out any wrinkles and creases. I put my feet into the delicate black heels, grabbed my duster, rag, and bottle of cleaner, and made my way out into the rest of the castle.
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I had made my way to the library, dusting the shelves, under the books trying not to miss a spot, so desperately trying my best to avoid the wrath and ire of the Dimitrescu women. I couldn’t stop thinking of the maids that had made a tiny mistake and been punished by Lady Cassandra, or those who had misbehaved deliberately and gone missing.
“What do you think of Lady Bela?” The soft voice of my companion Daria draws me out of my thoughts.
“Excuse me?” I asked, side-eying her as I dusted under a white and red vase, older than I, and certainly worth more.
“Lady Bela, what do you think of her? I think she’s absolutely stunning, I wouldn’t mind being her personal chambermaid.” She smiled slyly, setting her duster down.
“Yes, she’s pretty but I rather prefer Lady Daniela.” I responded, setting the vase down.
“You do? She’s a bit too,” She paused, as if trying to find the right word. “Too energetic, too wild. Her hair is always unkempt, and she’s always tracking mud through the castle when she comes in from outside.”
“She is very wild but I-” I paused at a sound, the doors to the library swinging open, and the person entering, none other than Lady Daniela. Daria and I lowered our heads in respect, and fear.
The red headed noblewoman walked up to me, gripping my chin and forcing me to look her in the eyes.
“Hi, cutie.” She said, her pale face and teeth stained with dark red wine.
“Hello, Lady Daniela.” I meekly said, my knees weak, and wetness growing between my thighs.
“Are you done here, dear? The dining room needs cleaning.” She smiled, then sniffed the air slightly.
“I have to clean a few more shelves, then I can, my lady.” I replied, mesmerized by her gorgeous face, her unnatural golden eyes, and soft red hair. She snapped her attention to Daria, face still turned to the floor, hands clasped in front of her.
“You. Finish cleaning the library, she’s going to clean the dining table.” She ordered the small woman, who immediately picked her duster back up and moved to continue working.
“Yes, my lady, right away my lady.” She stammered out, voice meek and fearful.
“Good. Good.” Daniela returned her attention to me, her eyes were darker than before, dark with something I couldn’t recognize. She released my chin and turned on her heel, exiting the library with haste.
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I soaked the rough washcloth in the cleaner, then rubbed it over the large dark wooden table, trying to get out the brown stains. I scrubbed for what felt like a solid two minutes at one particularly large one refusing to come out when I felt a hand grab my ass. I jumped and tried to turn when the owner of the hand used her other hand, and forced me down onto the table, my face pushed against the damp table as she held me down my by neck.
“Keep cleaning, cutie. Your lady is just going to have a little fun.” I recognized her voice, quieter and than normal, but still distinctly Lady Daniela. I gulped and nodded against the table slowly, still scared even though I wanted nothing more.
“Yes, my lady.” I squeaked out, and she removed her hand from my neck and moved it up to my hair, gripping it in her fist and yanking my head up. I yelped in response, and she chuckled at the pained sound. Her other hand reached down, and pulled the dress up, bunching it around my waist.
“Silly girl wore her pantyhose.” She reached her hand between my thighs, gently massaging me over the cloth.
“Fuck.” I whispered out breathily.
“Bad girl.” She taunted, stopping her gentle massages.
“I’m sorry, my lady.” I said, trying my best to grind against her hand. She pulled it away and I whined at the loss. I suddenly heard a rip behind me and felt cool air touch my rear. Before I could process what had happened, her fingers slid inside of me, and I moaned out. She quietly laughed at my pathetic noises.
“Clean, girl.” She ordered. I gripped the cloth and started slowly scrubbing at the brown stain beneath me. “Good girl. Such a good, obedient girl.” She cooed. She pumped her fingers in and out of me rhythmically, curling them in intervals, eliciting gentle and embarrassed moans as I cleaned the large and expensive table.
She slid her fingers out, another whine left my lips, I wiggled my rear gently, trying to entice her to put them back inside me. “Keep cleaning, I’ll be back very soon. Don’t you dare lower your dress.” She smacked my ass, and a buzzing sound filled the room before quickly dissipating. I scrubbed and scrubbed, my mind drifting back to my lady’s fingers inside me.
The buzz returned, and disappeared as soon as it appeared.
“I’m back.” As soon as she said it, I felt something push up against the entrance to my cunt, too large and firm to be her finger. I tensed up at the feeling. She yanked my head back, and leaned close. “Relax, cutie. Just relax, it’ll feel good. I promise.” She whispered, and even though I was full of lust and fear, I did as she said. “Good girl.” She whispered, and the object slid into me. I whimpered and moaned at the sensation. Her thrusts slow at first, turned hard and fast. Her front slapping against my ass.
She thrusted into me, my walls tightening around the new firm appendage. I stopped scrubbing as she did.
“I want zero stains. You don’t want to get on Mother’s bad side. Or do you?” She said, her mystery appendage abusing my inside in a tormenting and pleasurable way.
“Ye- Yes, my,” I moaned out, “my lady.” I finally managed, resuming my scrubbing.
I had reached the edge, my scrubs becoming sporadic and small.
“Please, I.” I squeezed the rag firmly between my hands. “Please I need to, please I need-” I was cut off as she shoved her fingers in my mouth, still slick with my arousal.
“Cum, cutie. Cum for your lady.” She whispered.
And I did so, my screams muffled by her fingers. I shook in her grasp as she continued her thrusts into my cunt. My inner walls tighten then release against her synthetic phallus.
“Good girl.” She whispers once more before releasing my hair, and my head falling to the table. “Finish cleaning, I’m going to speak to the head maid. I want you transferred, you are going to be my personal chambermaid, cutie.” She slapped my ass, then walked out of the dining room, leaving me a disheveled panting mess.
“Thank you, doamna mea.” I quietly said, picking my body up with my weak arms, and returning to my cleaning, a small smile on my face.