Lance Hayward
Chantelle plunged her cunt down my cock and gasped. Her pussy went wild around my dick. She suckled at me.
I groaned, loving the way her hot twat spasmed around me. She nursed at me, the pleasure sweeping through my body.
I groaned, her cunt spasming around my dick. The pleasure swelled me to that bursting point.
My Daughter-Maid moaned as she bucked on me. Her face twisted in pleasure. She had such a cute expression on her face.
"Please, please, cum in me, Master-Daddy!" she moaned.
"Yes!" I growled and gave my cute daughter what she craved. I erupted in her pussy.
Pleasure slammed through my body as I pumped my cum into her writhing pussy. Her cunt spasmed around me.
I reveled in that hot flesh. It was such an amazing moment. My nuts unloaded as I pumped all my spunk into her pussy.
It was so wondrous to feel my Daughter-Maid full of my cum. I pumped her full of my jizz.
Blast after blast of my spunk filled her up. It was just an amazing moment to have all that delight firing through my body with each eruption.
"Ooh, ooh, Master-Daddy!" she gasped, her pussy rippling around my cock. She milked out every drop of cum I had in me. "That's so good, Master Daddy!"
"Yes," I groaned as I spurted into her one more time.
My daughter hugged me. I held her, taking such comfort from her. It was such a dark night. The other maids were moving around.
Bustling. Mom was brewing tea or something. Whispers echoed. Poor Kylie. She must be hurting so much.
***
Kylie Hayward
The world passed like gray images dragged before my eyes.
The next morning, we buried Tabitha and Deidre in the back garden. I don't know who dug the holes or where the coffins came from. Probably the same place that our uniforms did. We all gathered here in our uniforms, Master-Big-Brother wearing a suit. I plucked a rose from a nearby bush and moved to Tabitha.
I knelt by her funeral. She wore a new uniform, a strip of white cloth wrapped around her throat to hide her wounds. Her garter was no longer wholly white. It was half golden now. She looked asleep, but her face was so pale. Someone had folded her hands across her chest. I placed the rose between them and kissed her on the brow.
"I'm so sorry I made you a maid," I whispered, the tears coming.
"She's not," said Janiqua. My friend knelt beside me and put her hands on my shoulder. "She was so happy to be a maid. We all are."
I knew that. I did, but... She was my best friend. We were supposed to serve Master-Big-Bro together and have his babies, and now... My shoulders shook. The tears spilled hot down my cheeks. She wasn't supposed to go away.
"You'll see her again," Cali said. She put her hand on my other shoulder. I turned to look into her purple eyes. They were soft. "In the Hay. They are still bound to your Master. See the garters are still on them. They're golden now."
Kylie nodded and wiped her teeth. "So when we die..."
"You'll be with her and your Master for eternity," said Cali. "Their deaths were even necessary. The crack is now mending, strengthened by the force of their life. That is why you are bound to the Hay. To protect the world."
I nodded. It didn't take away my grief, but it helped to know that she hadn't died for nothing. That the world would be safer. I nodded to Cali and sniffed. She squeezed my shoulder and rose. She moved around to the front of the graves.
I stood, too. My brother was there. His arm went around me. I slipped against my Master and took comfort in his strength. He stared at his two maids. They had died for him, too. Died because we had to save Mother.
Because the Seductress had escaped.
She was here, too, her head lowered. Her wounds were healing. She had a large, red mark on her breasts. Gold manacles clad her wrists. Her hands were before her. She stood to the side of Aunt Nancy, head bowed in submission.
"Two maids have perished," Cali said after a moment. "The rhythm of their life has ended. Their heat has dissipated to the world. Their breath no longer sweetens the air, and their tears no longer water the plants. Let their flesh return to the earth that birthed them. Let them rest in the Golden Paradise of the Hay and await their Master and their Sister Maids."
Deidre's and Tabitha's garters glowed for a moment. The light seemed to flash off toward something beyond this world. The Hay.
"Amen," Lance said and threw a white rose down on each of their bodies.
I nodded, tears still streaming down my cheeks. Other maids threw down flowers plucked from the garden. More and more of the beautiful roses, tulips, petunias, daffodils, hydrangeas, fuchsias, and other beautiful flowers slowly covered their bodies, leaving their sleeping faces exposed.
We said our goodbye, but not all goodbyes were forever. I knew I would see my best friend again. I knew she would be watching us from the Hay.
***
Lance Hayward
I squeezed my sister's shoulder before I broke away from her. I had to get some answers.
I marched to Cali and asked, "What did he mean?"
"Mean?" Cali turned to glance at me. "Who?"
"You know," I said. "It sounded like my ancestor fathered you on his wife. That you even have a twin."
Sadness passed over her face. "I do have a twin." She held out her hands. "And I do have the blood of the Haywards in me. I was there at the foundation. I was there when the Hay was raised. I worked with my father to build it. With your ancestor to construct it. I poured everything I cared about into that wall."
She leaned closer to me.
"I betrayed my sister to him and bound her to the Hay," she whispered in my ear. "I loved her dearly. My other half. I chained her and built the foundation of the Hay on her spirit. That is my level of devotion to the Haywards, Master. Never doubt that I will ever break my contract nor allow you to break it, either.
"I sacrificed my sister, Master Hayward, and I will not allow the Hay to fall. Be faithful to the Pact and to defending the Hay from the Otherworld, follow the oath of your ancestor, and you shall not discover how far I will go to maintain it."
I swallowed. "You would kill me."
"I have killed other Masters of Hayward Manor." She leaned back and curtsied. "As always, I am at your service so long as you hold to the Pact."
She turned to go when I asked, "And your mother? Who is she?"
"The Queen," she said, glancing over her shoulder at me. "A woman who deeply regrets her dalliance with your ancestor. After all, both of her beloved daughters are in bondage. Pray you never meet her, Master Hayward."
I watched Cali march off, my body shaking. Kill me. I believed her. But why would any Master of Hayward Manor want to betray the pact? I had almost... done that, hadn't I? To save my mother. Cali warned me I was coming close to breaking it, then she wouldn't be bound.
Would she have killed me? I have an heir, don't I? The next Lord of Hayward Manor grew in Bella's stomach. Just what would Cali do if I hadn't had my child?
Chain me to the ground? Imprison me and bring me out like the Seductress.
A weapon to be used.
Or I could follow the Pact and enjoy my harem of maids. I swallowed, my hands sweaty. I rubbed them on my slacks. I glanced back at the graves. They were covered now. Buried. When had that happened?
How much power did Cali have?
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