Jane's Descent Pt. 04

|| -- Chapter 10 -- ||

Jane lay splayed out on the bed, face down. She wore just her pajama top, with neither panties nor bottoms to hide her privates. As she slept like that, a small rivulet of arousal ran from her sex. The wetness dripped out from between her legs and stained the blankets she lay on.

Even in her sleep, the warmth smoldered between her legs, and a gentle blush tinged her cheeks.

The wet stain grew beneath her crotch as she slept. If she were awake, Jane would have been mortified to see how she dirtied the sheets. However, she slept soundly, breathing softly. Even as the dawn light shined in through her window, and the birds chirped outside, she remained asleep.

--

"Wake up." The cold voice echoed down at Jane, and a shadow fell over her prone form.

"Mngh..?"

The voice roused Jane from her sleep, and she groaned. She lifted her head and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. As she blinked up at the source of the voice, their form took shape through the blinding morning light.

Serina stood over her, staring down at Jane. She held her hands behind herself politely, but a sharp glint reflected in her eyes. Her narrowed eyes sent a shock through Jane, and a pang of fear ran through her.

Hurriedly, Jane sat up and made space between herself and the glaring maid.

"Uhm, Serina..." Jane said slowly. "I didn't hear you knock."

"Do you want to explain yourself?" Serina asked back. She tilted her head, as if asking a genuine question, but her narrowed eyes told a different story. The scary look sent Jane's heart pounding in fear.

"Uhm..." Jane racked her brain, trying to think of why Serina would be angry with her. (Did I do something wrong?)

Her memories from the previous day were fuzzy, and she struggled to remember anything in specific detail. However, as she sat on the bed, she felt a clue.

The air wafted against Jane's sex, and she felt a chilly sensation between her legs. Her lower half was completely naked, and the cold air blew directly against her mons.

Jane looked down at herself and blinked in surprise. "Huh!? Where's my underwear?"

She covered her crotch and blushed. Hot embarrassment burned through her cheeks, and she looked around for her undergarments, but she saw no sign of them. Instead, her eyes found an additional source of shame.

Stains dotted the bedcovers. Most of them were small dried spots, but the largest stain was still wet. Where Jane had slept face down, just beneath her crotch, the puddle-like spot had formed. It almost looked like she had wet the bed.

"Uhm, I don't know what happened, but it's not what it looks like!" Jane's ears turned a dark red, and she glanced around the room, but she found no salvation. Only the maid's sharp eyes stared back at her.

"After I gave you the towel, you promised to not make a mess while masturbating. Is this the best you could do to contain yourself?" Serina picked up a small towel, which hung strewn over the side of the bed, and looked back at Jane.

(Masturbating? What is she talking about-? Oh god, that's right.) Serina had lent her a toy and towel.

Jane had promised not to make a mess, but after the first orgasm, she had gone crazy. The memories of the feverish blur of climaxes returned, and Jane's mouth hung open in horror.

(What did I do? I made such a mess... Even after I promised her to use the towel, it ended up like this.)

"Do you know how long it will take to wash these thick blankets? It will take all day for them to dry, and that's only if the weather holds out. Are you an animal? Where is your self control?"

Jane's shoulders sank at the verbal lashing. She lowered her eyes, wishing desperately to disappear. "I'm sorry..."

(What was I thinking..? Why did I masturbate in someone else's bed...)

Serina shook her head. "Come. It's time for your shower. You need it even more than yesterday..."

Jane meekly climbed off the bed and followed the maid to the showers. Serina never gave her a chance to put on her pajama bottoms. Instead, Jane walked through the halls half-naked, covering her crotch and praying that they wouldn't run across anyone.

-- Thirty Minutes Later --

Jane stepped out of the showers with a resigned sigh. She had cleaned the sweat and grime from her skin, but she still felt dirty. The thought of what she did the previous night, and how she stained the covers, it left an unsettled feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Her actions didn't seem like her own. The arousal had felt so overwhelming, and she had lost herself to it. However, more than that, it hadn't felt like her limbs had worked properly. When she had masturbated in her memories, the last moments felt like her body had been puppeted by someone else. The intense climaxes had left her sex painfully numb, but she couldn't pull away the vibrator.

Jane swallowed and shook her head, shaking away the memories. She wrapped a towel around herself and padded out into the changing room.

Serina stood outside the showers with a pop-up massage table. As Jane made eye contact with her, Serina motioned to the table. "Please lay down and I can apply your lotion."

"Uhm..." Jane took a hesitant breath. "I can apply the lotion myself. You don't have to go so far for someone like me."

"The lotion is quite expensive, and I can't let any go to waste. Please lay down."

Jane still remembered the previous lotion session and how sensitive it had made her. The thought of Serina touching her body once more sent a fresh pang of anxiety through her chest. However, she didn't have the heart to protest.

(I shouldn't make any more trouble...) Jane thought to herself. Despite her pounding heart, she laid down on the massage table.

Serina undid the back of Jane's towel and let it fall open, revealing her naked body.

The chilly air wafted over her back and sent a shiver up Jane's spine. She glanced back up at the maid, but Serina gave her a small smile.

"Relax," Serina said. "We're both women."

Despite the maid's reassurances, Jane felt a flutter in her belly. (It's because you're a woman that I'm nervous...) She thought to herself, but didn't say it aloud.

Serina squeezed out a dollop of lotion and rubbed it between her hands. As she set the bottle back on the cart, Jane noticed the picture of lilies on the front. They were the same flowers that grew everywhere around the estate.

Her memories from the previous night flashed through Jane's head, and she remembered how she breathed in the flower's fragrance. Whenever she breathed in the sweet scent, her body grew warm, and urges stirred between her legs.

Jane took a deep breath, but the smell of the lotion sent a flame of fresh arousal flickering to life in her belly. It felt crazy to blame a flower for such feelings, but Jane couldn't shake the connection. The sight of the same flowers drawn on the front of the lotion bottle sent alarm bells ringing in her head.

(Should I say something? I could ask her to use a different lotion, but I don't want to cause any trouble... She's already squeezed some out, and she said it was expensive. If I said something now, that lotion would go to waste...)

Jane opened and closed her mouth, but no words came out. Her thoughts went in circles as she tried to decide how to broach the topic. In the end, she remained silent, unable to protest.

Serina's hands pressed down and rubbed the lotion into Jane's back. As the oily skin-cream coated her skin, it brought the familiar warmth from the day before.

Jane's back arched, and she let out a soft cry of surprise, but Serina pushed her shoulders back down. "Remain still."

The maid's tone left no room to protest, and Jane leaned back down onto the table. She forced herself to relax as Serina worked.

In the back of her mind, she still felt a pang of guilt over dirtying the sheets, and it overrode her fear with embarrassment. The shame of staining her bedding sent blood flushing Jane's cheeks, and she desperately tried to push it out of her mind.

(I'll ask her to use a different lotion tomorrow... It's too late now.) Jane thought to herself. (Besides, someone as rude and lame as her didn't have the right to complain.)

It wasn't like she was allergic to the lotion. It just made her skin feel all warm and sensitive, so she stayed quiet, but that would lead to her undoing.

Serina rubbed the lotion farther up her shoulders and out over her arms. Everywhere it coated left Jane's skin hot and flushed. Just the air against her skin sent her nerves buzzing with a faint tingle.

The massage continued further down Jane's body, and Serina rubbed the lotion over her butt, then down her thighs. Jane wasn't sure if it was normal for a masseuse to touch such places, but she didn't have a frame of reference to use. It wasn't like she had ever had a massage before.

Serina rubbed the lotion deep between her thighs, before continuing down Jane's legs. She massaged the skin cream over her calves and feet, working quickly but thoroughly. In no time at all, Jane's back half had finished.

"Alright," Serina said. "Turn over for me, please."

They were halfway finished, but Jane blushed at the request. As Serina had worked, the hot tingling flush had sunk deep into her skin. It left her sensitive, and just the air felt strangely good against her body. Despite the shame of the previous night, as Serina had rubbed the lotion into her butt and thighs, she had gotten wet.

(If I turn over now, Serina will notice that I'm aroused...) Jane thought to herself. Embarrassment burned through her ears, and she lowered her gaze away from the maid's stare.

"Turn over," Serina said again, and her voice sent a chill down Jane's spine. However, more than frighten her, the command sent a strange flutter through her belly.

(What is wrong with me... Why can't I be normal?) Jane's thoughts swirled in half-panic, half-arousal. (It's just... Serina's so cool. I don't want her to see me like this.)

"Are you going to make me ask you a third time?" Serina asked.

Jane gripped the edge of the towel in anxiety. She began to turn over as the maid requested, but she hesitated again. She felt the cool air against her wet sex, and fresh embarrassment burned through her face. If she turned over now, there was no doubt Serina would notice her body's strange state.

As Jane got lost in her thoughts, Serina let out a slow sigh. Out of Jane's sight, she raised one hand in the air and brought it down, slapping Jane's butt.

"Ahhn!??" Jane's back arched.

The sound of the slap reverberated around the room, and Jane's eyes went wide in shock. Pain rippled out of her sensitive skin and sent a shiver up Jane's spine.

"Will you make me ask you a third time?" Serina asked again.

"What are you doing?!" Jane shot a look up at the maid, embarrassment burning through her face. It hadn't hurt, but the shock and surprise made her raise her voice.

"I'm spanking you. What does it look like I'm doing?" Serina brought her hand down in another slap on Jane's rear. Again, the sound reverberated through the room, and Jane's back arched.

"Ah..." Jane bit her lip. A small twinge rippled through her sex this time.

"First you dirty your blankets, and now you're wasting our time..." Serina brought down her hand a third time, spanking Jane with a satisfying smack.

"I'm sorry..." Jane mewled. However, the pleasure grew stronger with each slap. Every spank felt better than the last, and it sent a tingling reverberation in her sex.

(Oh god, why am I getting aroused at this!?) Her thoughts swirled in confusion. Anxiety, humiliation, and shame sent confused butterflies fluttering in her belly.

"Turn over. I won't ask you again." Serina raised her hand again.

This time, Jane hurriedly flipped over onto her back. She stared up at the maid with wide eyes, and a fresh shiver of fear ran down her spine.

Serina held her hand aloft, poised to strike. Her expression remained neutral, but her sharp eyes stared down at Jane with intensity. The sight of the beautiful maid's anger made Jane swallow reflexively.

Serina lowered her hand. "Good."

She squirted a fresh dollop of lotion into her hands and rubbed it between her palms. Just the sound of it made Jane's heart race. Without thinking, she covered her crotch with her hands, but that earned her another sharp look from the maid.

"Keep your hands by your sides."

Serina didn't raise her hand, but the gentle command was enough to get Jane to comply. She pulled away her hands and put them by her sides. A small bead of arousal dripped from her sex, and Jane's cheeks burned in embarrassment, but she couldn't do anything about it--not when Serina gave her such an icy stare.

"Good." Serina rubbed the lotion between her palms before applying it to Jane's legs. She covered all the spots she missed on the first pass, rubbing her palms down the front of Jane's legs.

The skin cream brought a flushed heat that enveloped Jane's lower half. Her skin's tingling sensitivity grew to new heights, and it felt like everything the lotion touched turned into one giant erogenous zone.

Serina's fingers trailed higher, pushing up Jane's thighs. She massaged the skin creamed deep into Jane's inner thigh and pushed upwards, coming just short of Jane's sex. Her fingers massaged insistently at the spot just before Jane's privates, working the lotion into the root of her leg.

(She won't touch my crotch directly, right?) Jane thought to herself. She had gone through the same massage the day prior, so she should have known the answer, but her memories of the previous morning were fuzzy at best.

Serina's fingers continued to massage just before her sex, rubbing Jane's inner thigh. At the sensation, the butterflies in Jane's stomach grew stronger.

Tingling pleasure raced out from the maid's touch and reverberated in Jane's sex. Anticipation throbbed in her clit, and fresh urges coursed through her loins. Her body cried out from more direct stimulation, but her mind spun in embarrassment. The thought of Serina touching her sex made her ears burn, but the arousal coursing between her legs grew stronger with each passing moment.

"Uhm..." Jane tried to say something, but trailed off. She didn't know what to say. It wasn't normal for someone to get this turned on by a massage, was it? As the flames of arousal burned in her belly, her face heated up in embarrassment. She ought to apologize or ask for a moment to collect herself. However, just as she built up the courage to say something, the maid's fingers enveloped her sex.

Serina traced her fingers up and rubbed the lotion over Jane's mons. She pushed up on the front of Jane's sex and massaged the cream into her most sensitive skin.

Tingling pleasure crackled through her sex like electricity. Her core tightened and she bucked against Serina's hand, but the maid pushed her hips back down onto the table.

"Remain still." Serina glared at her with a cold stare, and a fresh shiver of fear ran down Jane's back.

Serina continued applying the lotion to the front of Jane's mons. She kept one hand firmly planted on Jane's belly, pressing her back flat against the table.

Twitching spasms rippled through Jane's sex as Serina's fingers rubbed her mons. Her cheeks burned, but she couldn't stop her body from reacting. Instead, she felt a flutter in her belly as the maid pushed down on her belly. Each time she bucked, the maid's hand kept her hips pinned to the table.

(This is just a normal massage, right?) Jane thought to herself. However, she had no basis to go off of. She had never had one before. As far as she knew this could have been completely normal. (I gotta stop bucking my hips...)

Jane covered her burning cheeks and did her best to relax, but the lotion left her skin hot and flushed. Her sex doubled in sensitivity, and even the air against her mons sent twitches rippling deep inside Jane's core.

(Why do I have to be so weird... I'm sorry...) Jane thought to herself. The humiliation and shame at her body's reactions burned through her face, but she couldn't run away. The maid's firm hand on her belly silenced any thought of escape.

Serina finished applying the lotion to Jane's sex, but the attention left her drooling arousal down onto the towel. For the rest of the massage, Jane kept one arm over her eyes wishing to disappear from the world.

-- Ten Minutes Later --

"Alright, that should be sufficient." Serina finished applying lotion to the front of Jane's shoulders and nodded. She had rubbed the lotion into every inch of Jane's body, even her breasts and armpits.

(At least the massage is over with...) Jane thought to herself. She began to lean up, but Serina stopped her.

"There is one last part today," Serina said and put one hand on Jane's shoulder, pushing her back down to the massage table. "Please open your legs."

Jane blinked in confusion. "Huh?" (Did I hear her right? She couldn't have just asked me that right? But, if she has to repeat herself, she'll get mad again..)

"Do I need to ask you again?" Serina asked. She wiped her hands and put away the lotion as she spoke. Her expression and movements appeared calm, but the question sent a flicker of fear in Jane.

On the outside, Serina always appeared calm and collected, but her words betrayed a quiet threat. Jane remembered the sharp glare she received before, and the impromptu spanking. If she asked her to clarify the question, would she get angry again?

Jane's ears burned in embarrassment, but she opened her legs. Her knees reached over the ends of the massage table, and a small draft of cool air blew over her bare sex. Without thinking, she covered her chest with one hand and used her other to hide her face, trying to protect what she could.

Serina turned around and nodded. "So you can listen to directions after all, good."

She approached the table and lowered one hand between Jane's legs. Her fingers formed a 'V' and she stroked down on either side of Jane's slit, massaging her mons. She didn't press too hard, but insistently rubbed up and down the front of her sex.

(What is she doing!?) Jane's mind spun in confusion. Pleasure tingled out from the maid's touch and echoed deep inside her sex. She clenched her core reflexively, and bucked her hips, but Serina pushed her waist down, planting a hand on her belly like she had done earlier.

"Remain still. This is your punishment for dirtying the bedcovers."

At the mention of the sheets, the shame from earlier came rushing back. Jane's ears heated up and she clenched her eyes closed. "I'm sorry..."

Serina lifted her hand and raised it in the air. In the same way she had spanked Jane earlier, she poised to strike. However, this time, her target was a little different.

She brought down her hand, slapping the front of Jane's bare sex. The smack reverberated through the room with a small echo.

Jane, who had covered her eyes, had no way to prepare. The stinging pain enveloped her sensitive sex, and her hips bucked off the table before Serina pushed her back down.

"Ahhnmgh!???" Jane let out a cry, arching her back. "What are you doing!?"

"Punishment." Serina brought her hand back down, slapping Jane's sex again.

Another jolt of stinging pain rippled through Jane's hips, and the sound echoed in her ears. She tried to twist away, but Serina's second pinned her hips to the table. She pressed down on Jane's abdomen with a force unbecoming of her delicate features.

"Don't move." Serina repeated. However, instead of slapping again, she brought down her hand and gently massaged Jane's mons. She rubbed circles over Jane's sex as the skin turned red and puffy from the slaps.

The attention sent pleasure and pain swirling together in Jane's head. She let out a confused mewl as Serina massaged her sex. Slowly, her struggles died down and she relaxed back against the table.

"Uhm, I..." Jane trailed off, unsure of whether to apologize or fight back. Her thoughts turned into a hazy mess as the pleasure tingled through her mons. Her sensitive skin amplified both the pain and pleasure.

After a few seconds of rubbing, Serina removed her hand. She raised it back in the air, posing to strike. "You understand the importance of punishment, yes?"

Jane tensed up at the sight. If she slapped her again, would it hurt? Or, perhaps it would feel good. The flames of arousal burned between Jane's legs, and her mind struggled to make sense of the urges swirling through herself.

"That was a question. Do you understand the importance of punishment?" Serina looked down at Jane. Her expression was still polite, but a fresh wave of fear rolled through Jane at the words.

"Yes, but- Ahhhhggh!"

Serina brought down her hand, slapping her sex again and interrupting Jane. The stinging pain returned in full force but, just like the spanking, a small undercurrent of pleasure came with it.

Jane's head swam as humiliation as pain and pleasure burned between her legs. "I.. Uhm..."

Serina brought up her hand again, posing to strike once more. "A broken promise must be punished, yes?"

She looked back at Jane, and Jane forgot whatever she was about to say. The icy stare of the maid washed away any thoughts, and a chill ran down her spine. Serina's question hung in the air, and Jane felt compelled to answer it.

"Yes... Aghnnmm!"

Serina slapped down on the front of Jane's sex, sending a jolt of pleasure and pain rippling through her hips. The skin turned a deeper shade of red and puffed up, but her sex buzzed in anticipation. It left her thoughts scattered, and the conflicting emotions turned her thoughts into mush.

(I gotta say something...) Jane thought to herself, but her mouth opened and closed in confusion. Eventually, she settled on a rather obvious observation.

"This punishment isn't normal..." Jane said under her breath.

"You promised me you wouldn't make a mess, then you broke it. Isn't it normal for you to be punished?" Without blinking, the maid twisted the words back at her. "You said you deserved punishment, didn't you?"

As she spoke, Serina gently rubbed at Jane's sex, massaging the stinging pain away.

"Yes, but..." Jane trailed off as the pleasure swelled in her hips. "Ahnmmgh!"

Serina brought her fingers up and swirled her clit in tiny circles. Intense waves of tingling satisfaction rippled through Jane's hips and a moan escaped her lips.

"Do you have a better idea of how you'd like to be punished?" Serina asked. She brought her hand up in the air, poised to strike once more.

Jane tensed up, but her spinning thoughts struggled to form words. "I... I don't know..."

At her indecisive words, Serina brought down her hand and slapped Jane's sex again.

A fresh whimper escaped Jane's lips, but the slap felt even better than the one before it. The stinging pain transformed into pleasure and tingled out of her inflamed sex.

"If you don't know, then let the ones who do work in peace. Stay quiet and accept your punishment."

Serina gently massaged Jane's sex again, and the stinging faded away. However, the pleasant tingling satisfaction that replaced it felt far more sinister. It washed through Jane's body and left no room to argue back.

"Uhm, I..." (I don't like this... Or do I? Why does it feel so good?!)

Jane's mind spun as she grappled with the reality of her situation. It didn't feel real, yet the pain felt far too realistic for a dream.

Serina brought her hand up and slapped Jane's sex again.

A fresh wave of stinging pain rippled through her hips, but Jane could only whimper and accept. Any thought of resistance faded away in the haze of pleasure and pain.

"I'm sorry..." Jane whispered under her breath. She covered her face as the shame and embarrassment burned in her cheeks. (This is supposed to be punishment, so why am I getting so turned on?!)

In the end, Serina slapped a total of fifteen times.

Jane's whimpers grew quieter with each one, and her moans grew louder. By the end, arousal drooled out of her puffy red sex, and it wet the towel under her hips. However, she could only lie on the table with her legs spread, accepting Serina's punishment without resistance.

|| -- Chapter 11 -- ||

Jane sat at the breakfast table, fidgeting. A stinging pain lingered between her legs, and she winced as her thighs rubbed together. Serina's 'spanking' had left her crotch tender to the touch, and it proved a distraction well throughout breakfast.

"So, is there anything you'd like to do today?" Eva asked. She sat at the end of the table, a few seats away. Today, she wore a pencil skirt and white blouse, the same style of outfit she had worn on their first day.

In comparison, Jane wore a blue cotton dress and, like the day before, the thin fabric clung to her lotioned skin. It left little to the imagination, and her nipples stood out through the dress, but Jane didn't have the courage to complain--not after such a harsh punishment.

"Whatever you do, I wouldn't plan on going outside," Eva said. She continued speaking as Jane blushed and squirmed in her chair. "It looks like the weather won't be as good as yesterday."

Rain drops splashed on the dining hall windows, and the dark storm clouds cast a gray hue over the room. Jane glanced out the window and nodded at the sight.

"It doesn't seem like a good day for outdoor activities..." Jane trailed off, unsure of how to continue the conversation. (Oh god, why does it still sting? I can't think about anything else...)

She kept one hand between her legs, covering her crotch. As she ate breakfast, her mind kept wandering back to the stinging sensation between her legs. Her sex throbbed, and heat pulsed in her crotch.

A hint of frustration tainted Jane's thoughts as well. Serina had rubbed her mons between the slaps, the attention had left urges simmering inside Jane's belly, like smoldering coals waiting to be released.

Her freshly lotioned body did little to help, too. A rosy hue flushed her skin and left everywhere feeling sensitive. As Jane rubbed her thighs together, the friction sent pleasure tingling up and echoing in her sex, but it only amplified her frustration.

(God, I wanna masturbate!) Jane thought to herself. If she were at home, she would have started jilling herself twice-over already. (What am I thinking? I can't do that here, not after what happened last night...)

Before arriving at the mansion, she hadn't masturbated for over a year, so it ought to be easy to hold herself back, but her body had been acting strangely lately--especially after being rubbed all over with the lotion.

Jane took a shaky breath and shook her head. She tried to clear her mind of the dirty thoughts, but it felt futile. The more she tried to avoid thinking about her urges, the stronger they became. However, just as she felt like she might start masturbating in her chair, Eva continued the conversation.

"I'll be at the processing facility today," Eva said as she ate. "The work never ends around here."

"I see..." Jane took a deep breath and forced herself to concentrate on Eva's words, but she still felt lost. (Did she say processing facility? I don't remember seeing that on the tour.)

"I'd like to take you there tomorrow, actually. It would be good for you to see our source of income with your own eyes."

(I can worry about that tomorrow, probably...) Jane thought to herself. "I'll look forward to it."

The rest of breakfast passed by in a similar blur. Eva ate and talked while Jane struggled to follow along. Eventually, Eva left to go to the 'processing facility', and Jane finished her food in awkward silence.

--

Later that day, Jane walked through the halls on her own. She had the day to herself, so she decided to explore the mansion more. The narrow corridors were dark, and their twisting passages confused her, but she hoped to memorize a few paths. At the very least, she hoped to use the restroom at night without getting lost.

"These hallways sure are confusing, though," Jane said to herself.

She rounded a corner to find an identical corridor stretching out in front of her. To be sure, she stepped back and glanced between where she came from and the new path. They both were dark and narrow hallways with little to distinguish between them. If Jane closed her eyes and turned around, she might forget which was which.

"Perhaps I should ask Serina for help after all..." Jane bit her lip, staring back the way she came from. However, she didn't have the heart to bother the maid any more than she had already.

(I'm sure she's busy with more important things. There's no way I can ask her to guide me every time I need to go somewhere. I gotta be a little more self-sufficient than that...)

Jane set off down the new corridor with renewed determination. She focused on remembering the twists and turns of the unknown hall, creating a mental map of the layout it created, but conquering the new hallway would prove more difficult than she expected. The corridor went up and down floors, forming a twisting path in three-dimensional space.

After what felt like a half hour, Jane stepped into a new junction. It looked almost identical to the one she came from, and she felt nausea at the sight.

(I didn't go in a circle, right?) There weren't any rooms along the hallway, so it wouldn't have made sense for the path to exist just to loop on itself, but she wouldn't put it past the crazy architecture of the mansion.

(Perhaps I should just go back the way I came from?) Jane glanced around the empty junction, and a sickening realization washed over her. (Wait, which way did I come from!?)

A small wave of panic rose in Jane's chest and she glanced between the hallway openings. She spun in a circle, looking around the crossroads. She had already lost track of where she came from, and where she was going. All the hallways in the crossroad looked the same.

(This is bad...) Jane swallowed dryly, and her heartbeat quickened. Each path faded into the dark and gave a sinister feeling to them. If she chose the wrong path, she might have to walk down the dim corridors for hours, or worse.

If she got lost, would anyone be able to find her? Serina said no one had a map to the mansion. Perhaps even the maids didn't know the full layout. (I was overconfident... Now I'm gonna pay the price. I'll surely die of starvation in these dark halls, and no one will find my body!)

Just when Jane's anxiety reached a fevered pitch, and she felt like she might pass out from hyperventilating, a pair of footsteps echoed out from the dark corridors.

Jane's eyes widened and she turned toward the sound. "S-Serina?"

As the footsteps came closer Jane realized there were actually two. A pair of maids walked in sync, and they stepped out of the shadowy corridor. At the sight of Jane, the two blinked at her in surprise.

"Oh, it's the girl from yesterday."

"Hi~"

The two maids were the same ones that flanked Camilla the previous day. They were both blonde, with makeup and perfectly manicured nails. At the sight of them, Jane's heart froze.

"Oh, uhm. Hello..." Jane took a hesitant step back, but the maids stepped forward. They took a place on either side of Jane, just like they did the day before.

"What are you doing all the way over here?"

"This is the servant quarters, you know?"

The maids took Jane's hands, smiling down at her. The sight of their grins sent Jane's heart pounding, and a cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

"Uhm, I just got a little lost..." Jane tried to pull away her hand, but the two maids gave her a gentle squeeze and pulled her hands back.

"Oh no, how unfortunate."

"Why don't we help you find your way..."

The two maids glanced at each other, then down at Jane. Their sweet smiles widened, and they both placed a hand on Jane's back. They pushed her forward, down the hall from which they had come.

"I could use the help, but where are you taking me?" Their insistent push on her back left no room for Jane to resist, and the way they held her hands made it difficult to do anything but walk with them.

"Don't worry."

"We'll help you find your way~"

--

A half hour later, Jane sat on a small couch. The two maids were on either side of her, still holding her hands. They leaned in close, pushing into Jane's personal space, and her heartbeat quickened.

"Uhm, I thought you said you'd help find my way... I don't know where this is." Jane swallowed dryly and looked around the room. It appeared to be a bedroom, with a bed on one side and a couch on the other, but there weren't any closets or dressers in sight.

"What's the rush? Let's get to know each other. I'm Dana by the way."

"And I'm Geena."

The two maids introduced themselves and smiled at Jane sweetly. They rubbed her arms, like petting a cat. Perhaps it was meant to be soothing, but their friendly smiles and soft touch only made Jane's heart beat faster.

"I'm Jane," she said, introducing herself to them, but Jane's thoughts raced in her head. (What am I doing here? Is this some new form of teasing? I should have refused earlier, but they were so insistent...)

Despite her anxiety, her lotioned-body was extra sensitive, and their gentle massage made Jane blush. The stinging in her crotch had dissipated, and only the smoldering heat remained. Her panties, which she had put on only a few hours earlier, were already a mess.

"Relax, sweetie," Dana said. "We won't hurt you."

However, the two maids raised Jane's hands over her head, pinning them to the top of the sofa. The position left her chest pushed forward, and her nipples stood at attention under her dress. They pushed up small bumps through the thin cloth.

"What are you doing..?" The blood rushed to Jane's cheeks, and she tried to cover her chest, but the maids held her hands fast.

"What are you blushing for? We're just getting started." Genna gently flicked Jane's nipple and laughed. "These are so cute. You don't mind if we play with them, right?"

"Ahnm!" Jane let out a small squeak as a spark of pleasure crackled out of her nipple. "Uhm, I do mind, actually..."

"Okay, we won't touch your nipples then..." Dana gently circled Jane's areola, smiling back at her. "Is this better?"

Her long nails traced delicate circles over Jane's breast. Compared to the sharp flick against her nipple, it only sent out a dull ripple of pleasure across her skin, but the sensation tingled deep in her chest. The lotion amplified the stimulation, and a twinge of satisfaction rippled through Jane.

Genna smiled, catching on. "Yeah, if you're too sensitive there, we can stay well away from your nipples."

She drew large circles around Jane's breast and swirled her finger close, but never quite touched Jane's nipple. She kept her finger a few centimeters away, stroking the outermost edge of Jane's areola.

Their two touches combined and a swell of pleasure tingled through Jane's breasts. Goosebumps rose on her skin, and her nipples stiffened even harder, throbbing painfully beneath the thin cotton of her dress.

"Ah, uhm..." Jane squirmed against the couch seat. The pleasure seemed to echo between her legs, and it fanned the warmth in her sex. Heat pulsed in her loins, and Jane let out a full-bodied moan.

(Oh god, why did I have to moan?!) The noise coming from her mouth fanned Jane's embarrassment, and more blood rushed to her face, but she could only squirm beneath the maids' touch.

"Yes, it seems she enjoys this a lot more..." Dana giggled and lowered her palm under Jane's breast. She squeezed the soft mound, groping her through the dress.

"Do you play with your chest often? You're awfully sensitive..." Geena whispered into Jane's ear and repeated the groping on the other side.

The maid's warm breath made the hairs on the back of Jane's neck stand up, and a shiver ran down her spine, but the pleasure only grew stronger. As she helplessly squirmed in their grasp, her arousal burned even brighter.

(What's wrong with my body? Why does this feel so good!?) Jane let out another moan and bucked her hips. Their hands were gentle, but they insistently rubbed and squeezed her breasts. Their expert fingers sent sparks of pleasure running across her sensitive skin.

"I bet she plays with her chest all the time..." Dana giggled and traced her fingers in circles over the peak of Jane's chest. "Especially these lewd nipples. How many times have you masturbated with them, I wonder?"

"I-I never..." Jane let out a small squeak, but her protests came weak.

She had never touched herself there, truly. It was the lotion's fault that she was this sensitive, but that didn't change the reality of the situation. She was getting off on their touch.

"Are you sure you don't want us to touch your nipples?" Geena slowed down her fingers, and Dana did the same. They drew out each circle slower than the last, teasing the edges of her areola.

As the pleasure waned, fresh frustration flared up in Jane's belly. Her back arched, and she pushed her chest out further, but the maids' fingers only drew back and slowed further.

The tingling satisfaction faded away, and Jane let out an unconscious mewl. Her smoldering arousal only flared brighter as their touches grew light and airy on her chest. After receiving a taste of what they could do, their new teasing only felt that much more unbearable.

"Please..." Jane whispered the word under her breath.

"What is it? Did you change your mind about these cute nipples?" Dana grinned and used the tip of her nail to circle millimeters from the stiff protuberance.

As the fabric shifted over her nipple, Jane's frustrated mewls grew in intensity. Their touch fanned the restlessness between her legs, and she squeezed her thighs together. Every moment that she didn't satisfy her lust felt unbearable, but her mind also spun with confusion.

Embarrassment flushed her cheeks, and the heat burned up to her ears. She ought to ask them to stop. She should have run away when she first saw them, but refusing them now felt impossible.

A strange heat flushed her skin, and sweat beaded under her dress. The arousal tingled in her sex, begging for release and burning through her entire being. Each second she left her urges unsatisfied felt like torture, and their teasing circles over her areola only stoked the restless flames.

"Please..." Jane took a slow, shaky breath. "More..."

The maids giggled and grabbed the bottom of Jane's dress. They pulled it up and over her head, tangling it with her hands and leaving the rest of her body naked. As the cool air blew against her flushed skin, a fresh wave of goosebumps rippled over Jane.

(Oh god, why did I have to say that!?) Jane instantly regretted her decision. The two maids looked over her naked body, and their smiles widened. The feeling of their eyes on her only amplified the fear coursing through Jane, but it mixed in with her arousal, and her pounding heart skipped a beat.

"What adorable nipples."

"They're even cuter than I thought~"

The two maids leaned down and licked Jane's chest. Their lips enveloped her stiff nipples, and their tongues flicked over the bumps without mercy.

The direct stimulation was incomparable to their previous teasing. Jane's back arched, and her core clenched reflexively. It felt like electricity crackled out from the sensitive nubs, and her mouth opened in a silent moan.

(Fuck, fuck, fuck...) "Ahhnmgh!" Jane let out a moaning gasp and tried to twist away, but the maids kept her hands pinned above her. Her struggles only resulted in a soft laugh that tickled out of their lips and into her nipples.

"Mwah." Dana pulled off her lips with an exaggerated pop. "Relax, sweetie."

She traced one hand down between Jane's legs, rubbing her inner thigh. The feeling of the maid's fingers against her sensitive groin sent fresh tingles racing up between Jane's legs, and another moan escaped her lips.

(Why am I so sensitive... It feels even worse than yesterday...) She had expected the same heightened senses as the day before, but it somehow felt even worse, like the lotion's effects had only built on the previous day's.

"Relax, cutie." Geena spoke between licks, looking up at Jane with a smile. Her eyes crinkled with a smug glint, and the sight sent a shiver down Jane's spine.

With their free hands, the two maids massaged her thighs and forced her legs open. Their fingers rubbed and down her sensitive inner-thigh, but they never touched Jane's sex. Instead, they continued to lick at her chest, making playful comments now and then.

With the attention focused on her chest, Jane let out a small whine, squirming her hips against the couch. She tried to rub her thighs together, but the maids kept her legs spread wide, massaging her inner thigh. Instead of progressing their teasing further, they seemed content with playing with Jane's chest.

Their teasing continued for some time, and Jane felt the echoes of pleasure build between her legs. Even with the attention focused on her chest, her clit throbbed beneath her panties, and the wet stain on her underwear grew darker as time passed.

The minutes blurred together, and sweat beaded on Jane's skin. Heat pulsed in her loins, but no touch ever came to release it. Their focus remained on her chest, giving teasing licks and playful bites to her nipples.

Jane's struggles died down as the waves of pleasure washed through her breasts. Her whimpers faded into moans, and the tension melted from her muscles. She leaned back against the couch, basking in the attention.

It felt like she laid there for over an hour as their teasing licks continued. However, as she zoned out, Jane felt a shift in her body. The pleasure began to build up in her nipples.

Each lick felt better than the last. The waves of satisfaction strengthened, rolling through her body echoing deep inside her sex. Even though they were just licking her nipples, Jane felt herself building towards orgasm.

(No way... With just my nipples?) Fresh embarrassment flushed Jane's cheeks and she let out a confused mewl. The tingling pleasure amplified as she focused on it. It wasn't as intense as when she masturbated, but their gentle suckles sent distinct waves of satisfaction emanating from her nipples.

Neither maid gave any comment. They sucked and licked with a strange intensity. After an hour of teasing, Jane thought they might have grown bored or exhausted, but they only redouble their efforts.

Jane stared at them in wonder before looking away. Her moans grew louder as she pushed towards orgasm, and despite her best efforts to suppress the noise, she couldn't stop her body from reacting. The pleasure only spiked higher the more she tried to stifle her moans.

Down below, they continued to massage her inner thigh, rubbing up and down her legs. Each time their fingers pushed towards her sex, the tingles of pleasure raced up with them, crashing over her mons like an ocean wave. Even without direct stimulation, Jane felt the pleasure growing between her legs.

The orgasm built slowly, but their expert fingers and tongues guided her towards it methodically. Jane's moans grew louder with each minute that passed, and she gave up holding them in. Her hips trembled, and she bucked against their touch. However, the closer she got to the precipice, the slower the pleasure grew.

Without direct stimulation to her clit, the orgasm seemed to move further away the closer she got. Their licks against her chest and massage of her thigh grew unbearable, and Jane squirmed her hips, but the maids kept a firm pace, never slowing or speeding up.

(How did I get myself into this..?) Jane thought to herself. Half of her wanted to run away while the other half begged for the sweet release of the orgasm. She wanted to stuff a hand between her legs and finish herself off, but she also wanted to disappear from sight. Her thoughts raced as the humiliation and embarrassment burned through her body, but her moans only grew louder as she edged towards orgasm.

Jane glanced wildly around the room. She didn't know what she was looking for, but she soon realized that looking around had made a mistake. Perhaps if she had closed her eyes and relaxed into the pleasure, she might have avoided seeing it, but she was in no state to do so.

The door to the room was open, and Camilla stood in the doorway, masturbating. The third maid stared back at Jane with a gentle smile. A blush tinged her cheeks, and she had one hand between her legs, masturbating.

(I'm being watched? No, she is masturbating to me!?) Jane's pulse quickened, and a fresh wave of anxiety washed through her. (How long has she been there!? No, why is she getting off to this!?)

In the back of Jane's mind, she realized this was the same situation she had put Camilla in the other night. However, it did nothing to curb her embarrassment. She was half naked, in only her panties, with two maids licking at her chest, and a third was looking straight at her.

(Oh god, don't look!)

Jane clenched her eyes closed, but the sight of Camilla was burned into her mind. She still felt the maid's eyes on her, staring at her. The feeling made Jane more conscious of her messy panties, and the stains dripping down the front of them.

As she imagined her shameful state, and felt Camilla's eyes devouring her form, Jane came. Her hips bucked, and she let out a screaming moan.

"I'm coming!" She cried out and twisted under the maids touch, hips spasming up and down. Even with just the attention to her breasts and thighs, she had reached orgasm.

The waves of pleasure crashed through Jane, and she gasped for breath. The world seemed to turn white around her as the powerful climax wracked her body. However, the humiliation of her situation only seemed to amplify the orgasm.

Jane twisted her hands free from the maids and pulled them in front of herself. She squeezed her legs together crossed her arms over her chest, doing her best to hide her form. Even before the waves of the orgasm faded, she did her best to hide her form.

Without thinking, she curled up into a ball on the couch, and squeezed her eyes shut. She tried her best to hide her form, but she still heard the maids giggling and laughing at her.

Their hands rubbed her back, and they gently cooed compliments in her ears. They whispered things like, "you're so cute" and "those moans were adorable."

Perhaps they meant to comfort her, but their soft touches only fanned the embarrassment and fear in Jane's heart. She clenched her eyes closed and pulled away.

(I gotta get out of here...) Jane stood up from the couch. Still with her eyes closed, she made a dash for the door. However, she felt herself bump into a soft someone.

"Where do you think you're going?" Camila's voice echoed down to her. The maid blocked the doorway, staring down at Jane with a grin.

|| -- Chapter 12 -- ||

"Where do you think you're going?"

Jane stumbled back after bumping into Camilla, and she looked up at the taller woman. "Uhm... I think I should go..."

Her heart pounded in her ears, and she held her balled up dress in front of her like a shield. Standing in front of the maid, in only her panties, Jane thought she might die of embarrassment, and her state of undress was to say nothing of the damp stain soaking through her underwear.

She wanted nothing more than to run back home and hide in her own bed, never seeing the light of day again. However, Camilla smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"What's the rush?" Camilla steered her back around to face the other two maids.

Geena and Dana, the two blonde beauties, stood a little ways away. They had already unbuttoned their skirts and were stripping off their maid uniforms.

Jane swallowed, looking at them. They tugged off their clothes to reveal stockings, garters, and lacy black lingerie.

The sight sent fresh heat rushing to Jane's cheeks, and she reflexively looked away. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to look!"

"What's with that reaction?" Camilla laughed and shook her head. "The show hasn't even begun."

"Uhm, I really should be going." Jane gave another dry swallow and turned towards the door, but Camilla's grip tightened on her shoulder, holding her fast.

"Stay. After they gave you all that attention, you aren't going to reciprocate anything?"

Jane's mind struggled to follow the question. She didn't understand what was going on, or why the two maids had undressed. However, she got another clue as Geena and Dana hopped up on the bed. They spread their legs towards her and smiled back at Jane.

"It's our turn to service them," Camilla said. "You understand the importance of give and take, right?"

"Uhm..." The implication of Camilla's words made Jane's heart pound in her ears. "By 'service', you mean...?"

The two maids still wore inviting smiles, staring back at Jane. A small stain darkened their black panties, and a gentle blush tinted their cheeks. As Jane stared, Dana formed a 'V' with her fingers and massaged the front of her panties, rubbing on either side of the dark stain.

(Do they really want someone as useless as me to service them?) Jane thought to herself. She took a step forward, but hesitated again.

"C'mon, I'll be doing it too." Camilla placed a hand on Jane's lower back and pushed.

As the pressure built on her back, the last of Jane's resistance crumbled away. She stepped forward and up to the side of the bed.

"I won't bite, I promise," Dana said. She continued rubbing the front of her panties as Jane approached.

(Is this really okay to see?) Jane thought to herself. Her eyes remained fixed on the wet spot beneath the maid's fingers, and her breathing grew heavy. (She won't get angry at me, right?)

Years of bullying flashed before Jane's eyes. She felt like they might laugh at her any second now, like this entire thing might be a practical joke at her expense, like it all might disappear if she reached out. The world seemed to freeze and Jane held her breath as she waited for the other shoe to drop, but it never came.

Camilla stepped forward, taking her place in front of the other maid. She undid Geena's panties and pulled them away with one smooth motion. Without even looking at Jane, she leaned forward and licked at Geena's freshly exposed sex.

"Don't tease me..." Geena whined. She grabbed the back of Camilla's head and pushed her face deeper between her legs. As Camilla's mouth lips met her mons, Geena let out a low moan..

(This is really happening...) Jane thought to herself and glanced back at Dana.

The other maid grinned back at her. "You'll have to come closer than that, you know."

She beckoned towards Jane with one finger, making a come-hither motion. The sight sent fresh blush burning through Jane's cheeks, and she took another hesitant step forward.

Mustering up the most of her courage, Jane tried to copy Camilla. She reached forward and undid the string of Dana's panties. Her fingers were clumsy, but she removed the black panties and pull them off, revealing the ripe mons beneath.

Another wave of apprehension washed through her. It was the first one she had seen that wasn't her own. The maid's pubic hair was carefully sculpted with only a small triangle above her sex. The heat in Jane's face burned hotter at the sight, but something else stirred between her legs.

"There you go..." The maid cooed down to her, and she put one hand on Jane's head, guiding her face closer.

With her heart pounding, Jane licked at the maid's mons. She flicked her tongue at Dana's slit, but quickly pulled back. The feeling of the other woman's skin against her tongue sent a shiver down her spine. It felt foreign, and unknown.

"You're going to have to be a bit more adventurous than that..." Dana gave a disarming giggle and motioned for Jane to continue. "Imagine how you would want someone else to do it to you..."

(How I would want someone else to do it...) The words echoed in Jane's mind, and her blush deepened, but a bit of her anxiety melted away. She nodded and leaned back down.

This time, she plunged her tongue forward, finding the rough bump of the maid's clit. Despite her apprehension, she flicked her tongue over it from side to side, pushing through her anxiety. As she did, a small cry came from above her.

Dana's hips bucked, and Jane nearly jerked away, but the maid tightened her grip on Jane's head, not letting her escape.

"I was a bit surprised, but don't stop now... Get a feel for it, sweetie." She stroked Jane's hair as she spoke. "You're doing great."

Fueled by the encouragement, Jane continued her first attempt at oral. She gave a small sucking kiss and rolled her tongue around Dana's clit. She tried to imagine how it would feel on herself, and a small tingle of satisfaction rippled in her sex.

(I hope this is okay...) Jane's cheeks blushed as she continued. She felt Dana relaxing into the pillows and took that as a good sign. (I just gotta try my best...)

Jane redoubled her efforts and focused her all on pleasuring Dana's clit. The seconds turned into minutes, and time blurred together. After a while, she found a comfortable pace of swirling her tongue around the sensitive bump and then flicking over it from side to side. She switched between the two every few seconds, trying her best to keep the motions interesting.

For a long while, only the sound of heavy breathing and gentle licking filled the air. Beside Jane, she heard the other maid's breathing increase in pace. Moans echoed from the other half of the bed, and Camilla's slurping kisses filled the air.

Not even ten minutes passed before Geena came. The maid's breathing grew hitched, and a whining moan filled the air. A few seconds later, it faded into a panting breath, and all other sounds from that side of the bed went quiet.

(Camilla is already done... I'm probably doing something wrong. Dana has barely said a word...)

Jane paused her licking and looked up. Dana looked as cool as a cucumber, the same as when Jane had started licking.

"Relax, sweetie," she said down to her. "Just do it as you see best here, there's no wrong answer to this."

"That's right, just take your time and get the feel for it," Camilla said. She gently rubbed Jane's back as she spoke.

Jane tried her best to take the encouragement in stride. She leaned back down and continued her attempts.

She licked, flicked, and sucked at the maid's clit, doing her best to pleasure the other woman. Her tongue grew sore and tired, but she powered through it. Using all her strength, she doubled down on her wildest fantasies--being able to lick her own clit.

Every few seconds, Jane switched between licking, and sucking, then swirling around the sensitive bump. She hummed and rubbed her tongue every which way over the apex of Dana's sex. Every fiber of her being was focused on the one task.

The world around her disappeared, and Jane honed her senses on the unfamiliar act. She tried her best to feel out how Dana was reacting, which methods drew out the most reactions from the maid. However, through it all, the maid remained cool as a cucumber.

Another ten minutes passed, and Dana's breathing had yet to deepen.

Jane glanced up at her, ears burning with embarrassment. She hadn't managed to get her off at all. The maid smiled down to her kindly, but it meant nothing if Jane couldn't make her come.

As her mouth grew tired and sore, Jane pulled back, panting for breath. (I'm a complete failure at this...)

"I'm sorry..." Jane whispered under her breath, but Dana just laughed again.

"What are you apologizing for? None of us were good at the start, sweetie." Dana sat up and closed her legs, marking the end of Jane's attempt. "I'm impressed you lasted that long, to be honest."

Despite the kind words, Jane's humiliation deepened. She had completely failed, and no apology would make it right. "I should just go..."

Jane stood up and took a step back, but Camilla caught her hand. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Uhm, I just... I really should be going..." Jane began to excuse herself, but Dana caught her other hand.

The two maids pulled her forward and threw her onto the bed. They climbed up onto either side of her, grinning at Jane.

"There's one thing you always need to do when you experience failure," Dana said. "Do you know what that is?"

Jane glanced between the two maids and swallowed dryly. Despite her humiliating attempt, they smiled at her kindly. (I don't know what they want me to do, though...)

Her heartbeat quickened, and fresh panic settled in, but the two maids gently squeezed her hands.

"Geena, you're up," Camilla said.

"It's important to improve ourselves after failure," Dana explained. "This is your chance to study."

Jane stared at them in bewilderment, but her mind slowly picked up on their clues. As the two maids spoke, Geena got up and hopped off the bed. She stepped up between Jane's legs and smiled down at her.

"It's my turn to shine." Geena reached down and peeled off Jane's panties. "I know it's gonna be hard, but try to take notes."

"Uh? Ahnhmgh!?" Jane let out a squeal of terror and surprise as the maid leaned down and pressed her tongue into Jane's sex, flicking over her clit. At the same time, her fingers pushed inside and rubbed at the roof of Jane's sex.

The pleasure was so sudden, Jane let out a genuine scream, but her voice quickly devolved into moans. Geena gave a slurping kiss at her sex while stroking two fingers in and out. The sensations sent electric tingles of pleasure rippling through her mons and deep inside her canal.

(Oh god. What is this?! It's completely different from what I imagined!) Just as Dana had suggested, she had imagined how her own techniques must have felt, which is why the idea of what it would feel like was fresh in her mind. However, Geena's techniques betrayed all those expectations.

The maid's movements were simple. She licked at Jane's clit while stroking two fingers in and out. The motions were straightforward, and that was exactly why Jane was so surprised.

She had tried a dozen different techniques and styles, switching constantly between them while struggling to find something that worked. Geena's licking was straightforward in comparison, but she sent waves of pleasure crashing through Jane's hips.

If Jane had to put a reason to why Geena was more effective, she thought it might be the confidence of the maid. However, Jane didn't have time to think about such things too deeply. Geena's intensity and speed blew away all of Jane's thoughts, and brought tingling satisfaction crackling through her sex.

"Oh fuck!" Jane screamed out and bucked against the maid's mouth. She reached down to push the maid away, but Geena remained glued to her sex, licking and stroking her two fingers in and out.

The entire world turned white as Jane twisted and moaned on the bed. The pleasure grew more intense with each passing second, and her freshly lotioned skin amplified the sensations. She was already sensitive from the massage in the morning, and she was completely unprepared for such direct stimulation.

Not even a minute passed before Jane came. Her back arched, and Geena's fingers plunged deep inside her. The entire world seemed to slow down and freeze as the first wave off the orgasm crested in Jane's loins.

(God have mercy on me.) Jane thought to herself, then the second wave hit her.

The world unfroze, and Geena began licking again. She lapped and sucked on Jane's oversensitive clit, still stroking her fingers against the roof of her canal. Even as Jane clenched and spasmed in her grasp, the maid continued to pleasure her through the orgasm.

"Ahgnmmhhghfhf!" Jane could only squirm on the bed, crying out incoherently. She lost sense of up and down and completely forgot her surroundings. Without thinking, she rolled over and into Dana's arms. She squeezed the maid tight, burying her face in the other woman's bosom. As the last waves of the orgasm washed through her, she let out a guttural moan into Dana's chest.

"There, there..." Dana gently pet Jane's hair, cooing down to her.

A shudder ran down Jane's spine, and the last of the pleasure waned. She felt Geena release her hips, but her mind continued to spin in a hazy afterglow.

"That was a bit much, don't you think?" Camilla asked from behind Jane.

"I'm sorry, I might have gotten carried away."

"You're incorrigible. I bet you were trying to show off to her, but now she's in such a state..."

Dana's chastising voice echoed around Jane, and her hand gently stroked her hair. Jane's mind could barely process the conversation, but she snuggled deeper into Dana's chest, basking in the soft warmth.

(I don't know what's going on, but... This feels good.) Jane thought to herself. As she basked in the afterglow, her mind passed into a hazy nap, falling asleep in the other woman's arms.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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