Jane's Descent Pt. 05

|| -- Chapter 13 -- ||

In the second half of the day, Evaline Strout sat on the trolley car, returning to the mansion. She stared down at a stack of papers, making notes on them with a pen. Outside the trolley, storm clouds circled above.

Despite the gloomy day, her gaze remained fixed on the pages. Only when the cart slowed did she finally look up.

The mansion came into view, and her eyes narrowed on the front gates. A lone maid stood in front of them, and Eva recognized the raven-black hair instantly. It was Serina.

"Welcome back." Serina bowed politely as the trolley came to a stop.

"Thank you," Eva said as she stepped off, but she looked the maid up and down. "Serina, shouldn't you be with Jane right now?"

"You asked me to ensure she doesn't come to any harm. That doesn't mean I have to babysit her every day." Serina maintained a polite smile, but Eva knew her well enough to know the smile was fake.

"How is the second task I gave you? I asked you to help her adjust to life here." Eva led the way into the property, with Serina following close behind. As she approached the front of the mansion, the doors opened on their own.

"Three maids have taken a liking to Jane," Serina said. "They've been helping her adjust in my place."

Eva stepped inside the mansion and handed her stack of papers to the nearest maid, then she turned towards the parlor.

"In other words, you've been slacking off." Eva entered the parlor and sat down at the table. Another pile of paperwork had already built up there, forming a stack on the table. She took a sheet from the top and began reviewing it, like she had been doing on the trolley.

She had little time these days for much besides work, and if she wanted to take time off, then she had to work doubly hard beforehand. The intensity of her current schedule was largely because of the time needed to entertain their weeklong guest.

"I've been assisting where I can, of course." Serina took her place behind Eva and continued her report. "The lotion has worked well, and it shouldn't be too long before her body finishes adapting."

Eva finished her current sheet before responding to Serina. "It doesn't seem like she has adapted much. She ran away last night despite the blooming event."

"In my opinion, Jane has a weak will and timid disposition. It leaves her emotions unstable, but she should be easy to manipulate. Your mistake yesterday was a failure to account for this."

"I see, so I was too hasty yesterday..." Eva paused her hand, already halfway through the next sheet. "For those types, it's easier to handle them after they get more comfortable. However, that's exactly why I asked you to help her adjust to life here. It seems my mistake was in overestimating your abilities."

Behind her, Serina narrowed her eyes. She gazed at Eva's back for a few seconds before replying. "I didn't think you were one to blame others for your failures..."

"I don't think I raised a daughter that would talk back. Do we have a problem, Serina?" Eva glanced behind herself, and they stared at each other for a few seconds.

"Of course not." Serina gave a small bow. "I will help Jane adjust to life here, as you ask."

"Good." Eva turned back around and continued her paperwork.

--

Serina stepped out of the parlor and closed the door behind herself. Hot anger flickered in her chest, and her sharp eyes bore a hole in the ground. She maintained her polite smile, but the corner of her mouth twitched as anger seethed under the surface.

(You're no mother of mine...)

|| -- Chapter 14 -- ||

Jane sat in a lounge chair, staring up at the ceiling. Shelves of books surrounded her on all sides, and the smell of aging pages and ink gave a comforting atmosphere to the room. However, despite her best efforts to relax, Jane's thoughts raced in her head.

(Did that really happen? It wasn't a dream, right?)

As Jane stared into the distance, the events from earlier in the day flashed through her mind. She remembered how she had serviced Dana. She had failed to get the maid off, but her tongue had still gone between the other woman's legs.

After that, Geena had fingered her, and the intensity of the maid's techniques left Jane breathless just thinking about them. She couldn't get the memories out of her head, and her thoughts went in circles, remembering what they did to her and what she did to them.

(Does this mean I'm not a virgin anymore?) A fresh wave of heat burned through Jane's cheeks, and she covered her face.

She had no attachment to the title, but her mind churned over the question regardless. How far did one have to go between two women for it to count as having sex? Was fingering enough, or was there some other ritual she didn't know about? Could she really say she had lost her virginity?

(My hymen broke years ago, so I can't use that as an indicator...) Through a combination of physical activity and her own recklessness, she'd stretched and torn it on her own. She hadn't thought much of it at the time, but it left her a little stumped on how to determine where to draw the line.

(Last night, Serina wheeled in that cart of toys. Perhaps one of those is the key? If two women used a double-ended dildo, perhaps that would count as sex? Or maybe I'm overthinking this. I mean, we were practically naked, so maybe getting fingered counts as losing my virginity, but I don't feel any different. Shouldn't losing one's virginity change you? Perhaps because I broke my hymen on my own, my brain is broken? Do I need to go further to make it count now? The dildo idea wasn't half bad. Perhaps if there was also a vibrator- ahh, what am I thinking!?)

For a brief moment, she pictured it--two women sharing a dildo, sliding down either end until their sex's met in the center. If they shared a vibrator as well, grinding their clits against the toy, it would probably feel amazing.

Jane slapped her burning cheeks, trying to get the picture out of her head.

Ideas beyond her wildest imagination flashed before her eyes, and her thoughts spun in confusion. Only a week ago, she'd never be able to think up such obscene ideas, but now that she'd gone so far with another woman, her thoughts had only grown more perverted.

As Jane got lost in her own world, a maid stepped inside the room. She wheeled a cleaning cart in and began dusting off the bookshelves. With a long feather duster, she traced over each volume and wiped along the shelve tops.

The maid's movements were fluid and well-practiced. She efficiently cleaned up each bookshelf before moving to the next, and her path of cleaning led her around the room in a semicircle. As she approached Jane, her gentle humming roused Jane from her land of fantasies.

(Oh, there's someone else here...) Jane thought to herself. She did her best to push away the dirty thoughts and calm the blushing in her cheeks. (I gotta get a hold of myself...)

Jane stood up hastily and smoothed out the creases in her dress. "Good evening."

"Good evening," the maid paused and gave a small curtsy back.

"You're Maria, right?" Jane recognized the maid from her first day here. It was the same brown-haired maid who had driven the trolley car.

"I'm glad you remembered my name." Maria gave a smile and bowed again. "How are you adjusting to life at the mansion?"

"Oh, well..." Jane recalled the past three days and trailed off. "The people here are certainly different..."

"I'm sure it is difficult. When I first began working as a maid, the culture was quite a shock." Maria's eyes softened as she spoke. "If you have trouble, you can confide in me."

(I wonder how long she's been a maid. She must have started quite some time ago...)

Maria seemed to be in her early forties, and she gave off a motherly aura. Her wise eyes felt like they saw right through Jane, and she seemed completely different from anyone else on the estate. Compared to the supermodel level maids, she actually seemed ordinary.

"Thank you, I'll keep that in mind." Jane gave a polite nod, and the maid turned back to the shelves. As she continued dusting off the books, Jane glanced at the exit. It was almost dinnertime, and she hadn't eaten lunch.

(Perhaps I'll try to find my way to the dining room.)

--

Jane stepped out of the reading room and into the hall. Immediately, she faced a problem. The dark corridor stretched in either direction, and both ways looked exactly the same to her.

She didn't know which way to go from here, or even where she was inside the mansion. The dining room was near the back of the mansion, with a window facing toward the gardens. If she had to guess, she was closer to the flank of the mansion, but she didn't know if that flank was on the east or west wing.

As she wavered in uncertainty, a pair of footsteps echoed from down the hall.

Serina appeared from around the corner and came to a stop. "There you are. It is almost dinner time. Are you ready to go?"

A wave of relief washed through Jane as she saw Serina. She hurried up to the maid and smiled. "Yes, of course." (Thank goodness. I would have gotten lost for sure.)

Serina led the way to the dining hall, and Jane followed after her. It only took a few minutes before they arrived at their destination. Eva was already seated, but she rose to greet Jane.

"Good evening. I hope your day was well." Eva bowed and kissed the back of Jane's hand.

"Thank you." Jane blushed and rubbed the spot on the back of her hand. No matter how many times Eva did it, the sight of the older woman bowing to her made Jane's pulse quicken.

"How was your day?" Eva asked. She guided Jane to her seat before taking her own. "I trust Serina has been taking good care of you."

"Yes, Serina was very helpful," Jane replied.

Without her, Jane wouldn't have made it to dinner, after all. The memories from the morning did pop into her head, and her cheeks pinkened a little, but it wasn't something she could complain about. It was her fault she needed the punishment, after all.

"How was your day?" Jane asked Eva back.

"It was very good. I've been making preparations for your visit to the processing plant. I think you'll find it very interesting tomorrow."

Eva explained more about the processing plant, and how she managed the estate's funds and labor force. According to her, the estate manufactured luxury beauty products, and it was a very lucrative business. It went over Jane's head, but she enjoyed listening to Eva talk.

A maid served their food as they talked, and Jane began eating. The meal was very similar to the one on her first night, but she couldn't complain. The ingredients were as delicious as always, and she savored every bite.

Everything went smoothly, and Eva teased her far less than the previous mealtimes. However, as Jane finished eating, a strange lull formed in the conversation.

Eva went silent, and her expression turned serious. "So, about last night..."

"Oh, uhm..."Jane's eyes widened, and she stiffened up in her seat.

"I want to apologize. What I did was a mistake." Eva stared directly at Jane as she spoke. "I'm sorry."

"It's not that big of a deal." Jane's cheeks warmed and she waved in front of herself as if to ward off the apology.

Last night, when Eva had reached under her dress, it had certainly surprised her, but she didn't think it was anything worth apologizing over. After all, it was her fault she had gotten scared and ran off.

Deep down, she regretted pushing Eva away like that. The thought of receiving the attention of a beautiful woman like Eva, it felt almost too good to be true. Her heart pounded at the mere thought of it. However, she hadn't run away for no reason.

As much as she wanted it, another part of her was terrified of Eva's advance. If she had let Eva continue on that night, it felt like she might lose her sense of self.

Jane could still feel the older woman's fingers tracing up her inner thigh, sending tingles of pleasure racing over her skin. If she indulged in such an alluring sensation, would she still be herself at the end? Like a snake offering fruit from the forbidden tree, something about Eva's advance felt terrifying to consider.

"No, it's my fault for scaring you," Eva said and shook her head. "I should have noticed you were uncomfortable. If you ever feel like I'm going too far, just say the word. The last thing I want is to make you uneasy."

(It's not like it happened in a vacuum...) Jane thought to herself. (There was also the strange behavior of the flowers.)

She remembered the beautiful lights that had risen out of the garden. An intense floral scent had accompanied it, like the lilies released a thick cloud of pollen all at once. The smell had been so strong, it clouded her head.

(Perhaps that's why my memories are so fuzzy...)

Jane remembered the strange heat that possessed her. It had felt like her arousal had amplified tenfold, and her thoughts got trapped in a web of sticky cotton candy. She had blamed it on the flower's smell, but that seemed farfetched now. Instead, another idea popped into her head.

(What if it was the lights?)

The flower's display looked almost supernatural. Jane wasn't superstitious, but the sight had seemed odd. The lilies had looked fluorescent as they glowed in the night. Perhaps somehow, someway, that had caused the changes in her body.

"About last night..." Jane felt dumb about what she was about to ask, but she couldn't think of another way to phrase it. "Was there another force at play? A supernatural one, perhaps?"

Eva's eyes narrowed, and she stared at Jane. One could almost hear a pin drop in the silence that ensued.

"To tell you the truth, there was more to what happened last night..." Eva looked down at her glass contemplatively. "It might be too early to tell you this, but..."

Jane stiffened in her chair. Something about Eva's tone was more intense than before. Even when she apologized, Eva hadn't been this serious. Her eyes stared down at the table, as if contemplating her next words carefully.

"Please, go on," Jane urged her.

Eva looked back at her. Just as it seemed she would say something, she shook her head. "I shouldn't say it. Forget I said anything."

(There's definitely something she's hiding!) Jane leaned forward in her chair, desperate to know what secret Eva couldn't reveal.

"Please, tell me. I will have to know eventually, right?"

"It is a sensitive topic, I'm not sure if you're ready yet." Eva leaned back, but that only made Jane scooch closer.

"I'm an adult, you know? I can handle it." Jane bit her lip, looking right at Eva.

The older woman glanced at Jane from the side, then nodded. "Perhaps you're right. You'll have to learn this eventually." Eva leaned forward, bringing her face close.

After leaning so far in, Jane found Eva's handsome features taking up her entire field of view, but she couldn't pull away. Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited on Eva's words.

"Keep this a secret," Eva said in a whisper. "It's not something we like outsiders to know..."

"Of course..." Jane lowered her voice as well. "I can keep a secret."

"Actually..." Eva brought her lips up to Jane's ear before finally saying it. "Everyone in this mansion is a nymphomaniac."

"Huh?" The words took a few seconds to sink in, but Jane's cheeks flushed with heat once she understood them. "What are you saying?!"

Eva leaned back with an amused smile. "Everyone in the mansion is aroused twenty-four-seven, me included."

The older woman's eyes remained fixed on her, and Jane squirmed in her chair. (Where is this coming from!? Why is she looking at me like that?)

"Even now..." Eva swirled her finger over her wineglass as she spoke. "I'm positively smoldering inside my panties."

(Eh-? What?) Jane swallowed and looked away. (What does she mean by 'smoldering'?)

Despite her confusion, the word resonated inside Jane's mind.

Between her own legs, heat pulsed in Jane's loins. The dripping warmth stained the crotch of her panties and left a mess inside her underwear. It had been going on all day, and if she had to use one word to describe it, she thought 'smoldering' was quite apt.

(Is that how Eva feels too?) Jane's cheeks burned with heat, but she mustered up enough courage to glance back at the older woman.

Eva's eyes twinkled back at her in amusement. She swirled her wine as she stared back at Jane. "What's wrong? You've gone so quiet, and your face is so red..."

The words fanned the flames of embarrassment, and Jane tensed up in her chair.

"Don't tell me, are you also a nymphomaniac? Did my words strike a bit too close to home, perhaps?" Eva's gaze remained fixed on her, and Jane felt trapped, like a cat before a mouse.

She wanted to deny it, but her body had been acting strangely since she came to the mansion. Even now, her nipples were painfully stiff beneath her dress, and the heat of anticipation smoldered between her legs

"It's okay if you are... It's just, that's what makes these situations so difficult for me." Eva's voice lowered to a whisper again, and she leaned closer. "When I see you aroused like that, I want to throw you on the table and have you for dessert."

Jane swallowed, heart pounding in her ears. The image flashed through her mind unbidden. She imagined herself laying on the table, with the older woman eating her out. She could feel Eva's lips against her mons as if it was really happening.

"It would be so easy, and we would both enjoy it..." Eva licked her lips, and Jane swallowed reflexively.

(Is that an invitation? But, there's no way she would ever have an interest in someone plain like me...) Jane squirmed in her chair, unable to think of a response. The heat throbbed in her sex, and every fiber of her being vibrated with need. However, just as she opened her mouth to reply, Eva pulled away.

"I know how to hold myself back, though." Eva leaned back in her chair and smiled. "There won't be a repeat of last night."

(What..?) A wave of disappointment washed through Jane, and her eyes widened. (That's right. I pushed her away already...)

"For me, I'm much more interested in giving pleasure than receiving it," Eva said. She once again traced her finger along the rim of her wineglass as she spoke. "There's nothing more satisfying than bringing another woman to orgasm."

Jane swallowed and glanced up, finding Eva's staring at her. The weight of the other woman's gaze sent a wave of tingling anticipation through Jane's sex, and she clenched her core reflexively.

"Once, I brought a maid to fifty orgasms in one day." Eva's smile widened as she recounted the events. "I gave her two every hour, and each one was more intense than the last, or so she claims. By the end, she couldn't even walk, but do you know what she said to me after the final one?"

Jane's mouth felt dry, and her breathing came ragged through her nose. Eva's eyes twinkled in amusement at her, and she felt trapped under the knowing look. It felt like Eva was doing it on purpose, but Jane couldn't help getting turned on with each word the older woman weaved.

"What was it?" Jane asked at last.

Eva smiled and took a sip of her wine before continuing. "On the last orgasm, she said 'one more'."

(Is that true..? After twenty-four hours of sex, the maid still wanted more? Was she that horny, or perhaps Eva is just that good?)

Jane didn't even think to question the truth of Eva's claims. Instead, she accepted everything as fact while picturing the scene. She imagined the kind of lust that could drive a woman to such lengths, and she thought about the same arousal coursing through herself--experiencing orgasm after orgasm from Eva's touch, yet still craving more.

"In fact," Eva continued. "That's what she said after all of her orgasms. After each one, she kept begging for just 'one more', and we ended up going all day. Even after twenty-four hours, I still wanted to keep granting her request. She begged so earnestly, telling me how she would be satisfied after only 'one more'..."

Jane felt herself leaning forward, and Eva did the same.

"It was like torture," Eva said in a husky whisper. "We were both exhausted, but yearning to continue. Sweat dripped from every inch of our bodies, muscles cramping from overexertion."

Eva reached under Jane's chin, stroking her cheek, and Jane's blush grew stronger. She gazed up at Eva longingly as sparks raced out from the other woman's touch. Her heart pounded in her ears, but she couldn't look away.

"However," Eva said. "No matter how much I wanted to keep pleasuring her, I had to stop. The safety of my partners is always my highest priority. Having sex for over twenty-four hours is dangerous, you know?"

Eva leaned back, releasing her, and Jane panted for breath. (Wow...)

Jane took a deep breath and tried to calm herself, but nothing seemed to help. Arousal flushed every inch of her body, vibrating in her skin.

"Uhm, when you said there won't be a repeat of last night..." Jane tried to choose her words carefully, but couldn't think of a more elegant way to ask the question. "Do you mean you would never do those things with someone like me?"

Eva's smile widened, as if expecting her question. "All I meant is, I'll be more careful of your circumstances. I would love to spend the night with you, but I don't want to put you on the spot. I'm sure you need more time to consider it."

"Well..." More than anything, Jane wanted to take back her decision the previous night. She wanted to be laid on the table and experience the pleasures the older woman spoke of.

"All you have to do is say the word." Eva's eyes sharpened as she stared down at her. "I'll be more than happy to indulge you. Whether it be tonight... or even right now."

Jane's heart pounded in her ears. All she had to say was 'yes', and she could spend the night with Eva. It felt almost too good to be true, so perhaps that's why... Jane's words got stuck in her throat.

A fresh spike of fear ran through her, and she froze up. Under Eva's calculating gaze, the offer terrified Jane. Something about her look felt markedly different from before, like a coiled snake ready to pounce.

"I'll think about it..." Jane lowered her gaze, looking away.

"I'll be waiting."

|| -- Chapter 15 -- ||

Jane stepped inside her room and closed the door behind herself. Her chest rose and fell as she panted for breath, and a deep blush stained her cheeks. No matter how hard she tried to calm down, her racing pulse refused to slow.

She could still remember Eva's words at the end of dinner. "I'll be waiting."

(If I asked, would I have become 'dessert'? Would I have been able to experience the same pleasure as the maid she spoke of? ) Jane's face turned a deep crimson at the thought, and she felt a flutter in her belly.

Without thinking, she snuck one hand between her legs, reaching beneath the hem of her dress.

Her fingers pushed down on the front of her panties, rubbing at the apex of her sex and stroking circles into her clit.

Waves of pleasure crashed out of her sensitive bump, and a shiver of satisfaction ran down her spine. She had been holding back all night, and her pent up arousal amplified the sensations. Every touch echoed tenfold through her mons and sent sparks racing across her skin.

With two fingers, she rubbed the wet cotton up and down her labia. When she reached the apex of her slit, she swirled her clit before descending back down her mons. As her heightened senses focused on the touch, she let out a loud moan.

"Ahmmmmngh..." Jane's hips bucked against her fingers, and her face contorted in pleasure. Any thought of restraint had disappeared the moment she stepped inside her room. Even fully clothed, and with her panties still on, she began masturbating.

(Oh god, it feels so good...) She tried to slow down her fingers, but it was no use. After resisting Eva's temptations during dinner, her remaining willpower crumbled in an instant.

Her hips rocked with the movements of her fingers, and she bucked against her hand. When she reached her clit, her back arched off the door and her head tilted towards the ceiling.

(Why didn't I accept Eva's invitation. I was such a fool. I bet her tongue would feel even better than my fingers...) Jane bit her lip, imagining the scene.

She pictured herself getting up on the table, spreading her legs for the older woman. She could feel Eva's fingers peel off her damp panties, revealing her messy sex. Would Eva have laughed? Or would she have taken her as 'desert' as she said?

In her fantasy, Eva's head descended between her thighs. Her lips latched onto Jane's mons like a ripe peach, then her tongue dipped inside, licking up between her labia.

Where Geena had licked only at her clit, Jane's fantasy of Eva went to much more intimate places. Her tongue traced from her clit down to her opening, then pushed inside. Like a snake, it slithered and licked at every centimeter of her passage.

(Oh god, what am I imagining!?) Even in her fantasy, Jane felt a twinge of shame ripple through her. Her blush burned up to her ears, and her heart pounded in her ears. However, her embarrassment only accentuated the pleasure, and she bit her lower lip as her sensitivity spiked again.

She masturbated for several minutes like that, fantasizing about Eva while rubbing herself through her panties. The damp stain on her underwear only grew deeper as she did, and her arousal leaked down her thighs, but she could do little to stop herself.

(I'm so close... Only a little more...) Jane thought to herself.

Her fingers sped up and she focused on her clit, rubbing in tight circles. Tingles and sparks raced out from under her touch, and she felt the fire in her belly grow more intense. Heat throbbed between her legs, and the sensation grew stronger the closer she got to the edge.

"Ahhggh... Oh fuck... I'm gonna come... Huh!?"

Three quick knocks interrupted Jane's words. The noise echoed out from the door behind her and reverberated through her head. Where she leaned against the door, someone stood on the other side, knocking.

There was no way they hadn't heard her moans. With a blush of embarrassment, Jane shoved down the front of her dress and jumped away from the door.

As she did, the door opened and revealed Serina. "What do you think you're doing, Jane?"

"Uhm, this isn't what it looks like..." Jane covered her crotch, but sweat beaded on her brow, and arousal dripped down her thighs.

"It looks like you were masturbating. Am I wrong?" Serina closed the door behind herself and took a step towards Jane. "It sounded like you were masturbating, too. Your moans were audible from the end of the hall."

Jane swallowed nervously and took a step back. Her punishment from the morning was still fresh in her mind, and Serina's cold stare looked identical to back then.

"I didn't make a mess this time, I promise... " (The sheets are clean!) Jane thought to herself, but Serina shook her head.

"I will be the judge of that... Lift the hem of your dress." Serina took another step forward, making up the distance Jane retreated.

"Is that really necessary? I don't think-"

Serina cut Jane's plea short with only a look. Her brow twitched in anger, and the sight made the words stick in Jane's throat.

"Will you make me ask again?" Serina asked, and Jane shook her head quickly.

Jane pinched the front of her dress and lifted it up, exposing the state of her panties. She looked away, but she could feel Serina's disapproving stare as it bore down on her crotch.

"That seems like a mess to me. Do you think us maids want to clean your soiled panties? The least you could do was take them off as you masturbated, but you didn't even manage that."

Serina's tone felt harsh, but Jane nodded. "I'm sorry..." (I have no one to blame but myself... How could I be so dumb...)

"Do you think sorry will cut it?" Serina took another step forward, coming face to face with Jane. "Strip."

The word sent a shudder through Jane, but perhaps because she hadn't been able to reach orgasm, it also sent a flutter between her legs. A fresh tingle of anticipation built in her sex, and she quietly apologized.

(I'm sorry...) With burning cheeks, Jane began to strip. She peeled off her dirty panties and stepped out of them. Then, she pulled the dress over her head. She handed both items over to Serina, and the maid deposited them into a laundry bag.

"Now, bend over the bed. It seems your previous punishment wasn't enough."

Serina laid out a towel at the edge of the bed, and Jane bent over it. With her face buried in the sheets, her exposed rear end hung over the edge, and the towel protected the covers from her dripping sex.

(Why did she already have a towel prepared..?) Jane's head swam in confusion, but Serina didn't give her time to question it. She stepped up to Jane and placed one hand on her butt.

"You know what's coming, yes?" Serina's touch disappeared, and Jane tensed reflexively.

Of course she knew, how could she forget? Serina's hand whistled through the air, and the slap rang out through the room. Pain tingled out of Jane's butt, and she felt heat rush to the area as a red handprint formed on her rear.

"Are you sorry?" Serina asked and gently massaged the red mark.

"Yes... Ahn!"

Serina cut her short with another sharp spank. The slap reverberated around the room, and stinging pain shot out from the contact. However, just like in the morning, a tingle of pleasure accompanied it.

"Are you sorry?" Serina rubbed the spot of her slap again, waiting for Jane to respond.

"Yes... Ahn!"

Another slap cracked through the air, and pain shot out of Jane's rear. It sent a shiver up her spine, and the stinging pain lingered in her skin, but a twinge rippled through Jane's sex too. Despite the situation, anticipation flickered between her legs.

"Your replies aren't very convincing." Serina gently massaged the location of the slap before pulling away her hand again. Despite being unable to see it, Jane felt the hand poised to strike, waiting for her to reply.

"I'm sorry I made a mess of the panties... Ahn!"

Serina's hand cut through the air, smacking Jane's rear again. The spank was harsher than before, but the twinge of pleasure came stronger through Jane's sex.

"Do you think that's all you should apologize for?" Serina lifted her hand in the air once more, and Jane tensed up.

"I'm... I'm sorry to cause you trouble. I'm sorry for masturbating- Ahn!"

Serina interrupted her with another spank, and Jane felt it reverberate through her butt. The sound of the smack echoed around the room and lingered in the air.

(What does she want?) Jane thought to herself, but she didn't have time to think too deeply on the subject. The mix of pain and pleasure scrambled her thoughts, and Serina had already raised her hand for another slap.

Without waiting for Jane to apologize again, Serina spanked her a fifth time. "Are you truly sorry, I wonder?"

"Ahnmghhh..." Jane's back arched and she bit her lower lip. "I'm sorry for this morning too... I'm sorry for making a mess of the sheets, and I'm sorry for not learning my lesson..."

"You are getting closer, but I wonder if that's truly all you have to be sorry about?" Serina traced over the smarting skin with one finger, drawing circles over Jane's rear with the tip of her nail. "There's still more, isn't there?"

Serina lifted her hand away, and Jane tensed up again. "I'm sorry for being horny! I'm sorry for getting off on this punishment! Ahn!"

The spank came instantly, sending a fresh twinge through her sex. Despite the situation, arousal drooled from her sex, and raw anticipation throbbed in her loins.

"So you're getting off on your punishment are you?" A sneer crept into Serina's tone and her fingers slipped between Jane's legs. "Yes, it seems you've only gotten wetter since I started."

"What are you doing-? Ahnmmhgh..." Jane protested, but her words devolved into moans.

Serina rubbed over her mons, massing the front of her sex. She swirled Jane's puffy lips in circles before stroking up and down.

Each small shift over Jane's skin sent waves of pleasure tingling out and racing deep inside her core. Serina's touch felt even better than her own fingers, and after reaching the edge previously, Jane felt herself building towards orgasm once more.

"We can't trust you to not make a mess, so you are banned from masturbating from now on. If you want to come, then you have to ask me or another attendant, do you understand?"

"Yes... Oh god!" Jane buried her face into the bed sheets and spread her legs further. When she assented, Serina's fingers reached her clit and rubbed insistently at the sensitive bump.

The world seemed to go white as the pleasure crashed through Jane's hips. She squeezed her eyes closed and moaned into the bed.

"Your sensitivity seems to be fine. I'll begin administering your orgasms now."

A gentle buzz echoed from behind Jane, and the sound sent a chill down her back. She remembered it from the previous night. It was the same vibrating wand toy she had used last time.

"Uhm, wait... I think I'm too sensitive for that. I'll go crazy- Ahnnnmgh!"

Serina pushed the round head to Jane's sex, and the buzzing plastic hit her clit.

A screaming moan escaped her lips and she bucked against the toy. After having her masturbation interrupted, then being teased by Serina, her sex was hypersensitive, and the stimulation sent a crackle of pleasure out of her tiny clit.

"Oh god, please... Wait... Aghnmgh!" Jane toppled into her first orgasm and she arched back off the bed. Not even a minute had passed, yet the spike of pleasure shot through her body.

She grabbed the bedsheets and screamed. However, Serina kept the toy pinned to her clit.

"Remain still." Serina placed one hand on the small of Jane's back, pinning Jane's hips to the bed.

Even as the torrent of pleasure crashed through her, Jane was helpless to escape. She cried out and writhed, but the maid's unexpected strength kept her from squirming away. The toy remained tight against her sex, and to make matters worse, the vibrator speed increased.

Just like on the previous night, the vibrations grew more intense as she came. The oscillating whine increased in pitch, and the pleasure doubled in strength.

(Oh god... I just came, but... I'm coming again!) Jane let out another yell as the second orgasm washed through her.

Her body convulsed in pleasure, and she clawed at the blankets, desperate to escape the vibrating toy, but Serina's grip only tightened. She pulled Jane's hips back, refusing to let her wiggle away.

"Stay still. We need to keep your mess contained. If you move like that, the towel won't be as effective."

"I already came..." Jane let out a desperate mewl and shuddered. "Oh god, not again!"

The speed of the vibrator increased, and another orgasm washed through her. It was even more intense than the last one, and darkness ate at the edges of her vision. As the hard plastic head continued to buzz against her clit, her moans grew more frantic.

"Please, I came. I already came... Ah!" Jane's back arched again, and her mouth opened in a silent 'O' shape. Her hips seemed to melt, and it felt like the rest of her body faded away, leaving her unable to feel anything but the overstimulated pleasure.

"Feel free to pass out once you're satisfied." Serina twisted the wand and angled it up to grind the corner against her clit even harder.

"Ahhhhhngh!" Jane let out a gasping scream and shuddered. Her vision tunneled as her brain struggled to keep up. Even as her sex went numb from the intense vibe, the tingling satisfaction continued to build higher.

When the fifth orgasm hit her, she went limp, falling down onto the bed. Like a marionette with its strings cut, she went motionless. Only the rise and fall of her chest indicated she was still alive.

--

As Jane passed out, Serina felt the vibrator turn off. She pulled it back and looked at the toy. "Yet another mess to clean... How bothersome."

Juices dripped from the wand head and she wiped it off on the towel before storing it in the bag of dirty clothes.

Along with the toy, Serina had to clean and dress Jane for bed too. It would be significantly harder now that she passed out, but Serina had no one to blame but herself. This was the fastest method to accomplish her goals, and she had much she still wanted to do tonight.

"Only a few more nights," Serina said to herself. "Then this charade will be over for good."

|| -- Chapter 16 -- ||

Jane's morning routine had become familiar now. She woke up, took a shower, then Serina would apply the lotion, and she would go have breakfast with Eva. However, this morning, Eva was taking her on a field trip.

Jane sat on the trolley as it rolled through the forest. The early morning light spilled down on the trees and cast a green glow over the scenery. Unlike the day before, the sky was clear and lit up foliage with vibrant colors.

"We'll arrive at the processing plant shortly," Eva said. "Very few get to see where the magic happens. You should consider yourself lucky."

Eva sat on the other side of the aisle, with one leg crossed over the other. She wore a pencil skirt with a slit up the side that exposed some of her thigh.

The sight was distracting, but Jane managed to turn her gaze away. She stared out the window and focused on enjoying the breeze. The fresh air was markedly different from the floral-scented atmosphere that hung over the mansion, and she took several deep breaths of it to clear her head.

"I'm glad you invited me," Jane replied eventually. "It feels good to get out of the mansion."

Even if the tour turned out to be boring, she thought this one trolley ride was worth it. The sun streaming in through the windows and the vibrant forest put her mind at ease.

"Here we are. The processing plant is coming into view," Eva said and pointed out the front of the trolley. As Jane followed her finger, the cart turned a corner, and an unfamiliar building came into sight.

A brick warehouse sat on a small hill. Its tall red walls gave an industrial feeling, and the architecture reminded Jane of the buildings in the city. Unlike the rustic mansion they had come from, the processing plant felt quite modern in comparison.

The tram car slowed down, and they came to a stop in front of a pair of wrought-iron gates. On the other side, a winding path climbed the hill and carved through the neatly trimmed grass.

As Jane stared at the sight, she couldn't help but think how strange it looked. There were no other trees or shrubbery on the hill, and the only thing breaking up the green grass was the red brick building at the summit. The scene looked almost picturesque.

"It's like something from a picture book..." Jane said under her breath.

She had grown up in the city, a place where countless buildings crowded together. Even the mansion had gardens that clustered around it and broke up the line of sight. However, the processing plant had no other features besides its imposing walls and the grassy hill it sat on.

"Let's get going." Eva led the way off the trolley and up the hill to the processing plant.

Jane followed behind her, and once they got close, she realized how large the building truly was. She had thought it was large from a distance, but it was even bigger up close. It stood at least five stories tall.

Large glass windows lined the walls and allowed for one to peer inside the building. From what Jane could see, huge vats stood inside with pipes and machinery connecting to them.

"This way." Eva pushed in a pair of thick doors and stepped inside the building.

As Jane followed her in, she found herself standing at the base of one of the metal vats. It stood at least two and a half stories tall; large enough to dwarf the huge windows of the processing plant. However, while Jane gawked at them, Eva shook her head.

"Those are mostly for show. I thought they looked cool, so I had them installed there, but we don't use them much." Eva pulled out a thick Iron key and stepped up to another pair of doors.

The doors fit into a huge interior wall. The wall stretched up to the roof of the processing plant, and reached outwards towards the far walls, forming a barrier between where they stood and the true interior of the warehouse.

Eva pushed the key into the metal doors, and a heavy thunk echoed out of them.

"This is where the actual work gets done," Eva said and pushed them open.

Jane followed her, and they entered an enormous room that must have taken up the full length of the warehouse. The sheer scale of the room made Jane's breath catch, and she blinked in surprise.

"Oh..." Jane said, unable to contain her surprise.

Dozens of vats filled the vast warehouse, and each one was as large as the tanks Jane had seen outside. However, the huge number of the vats wasn't what surprised her, it was how deep the warehouse was.

The main floor of the warehouse sank down two stories in height. As large as it was tall, it must have been at least half of that deep. Consequently, when they had stepped through the second door, it was like they were stepping up in height. Jane found herself staring down at the top of the tall processing vats, and the view made her stomach lurch.

"It's fairly safe. Come, the view is even better from over here." Eva stepped onto a metal catwalk that overlooked the rows of machinery.

Jane approached the guard rail and gripped it as she looked down. Falling would not be pleasant, and the sudden change in height made her even more queasy. She had thought she was on ground level just a few moments before, but now she stood twenty-five feet in the air with only a thin piece of metal between her and imminent demise.

"We can go down to the bottom level if you prefer."

Eva seemed to notice her unease, because she led the way down a flight of stairs to the bottommost level. Once she had descended back to the ground, Jane's queasiness settled down at last.

"I appreciate it, thanks." Jane took the final step onto the smooth concrete and gave a sigh of relief.

"We can see the differences much better down here. These tanks aren't the same ones you saw outside. We had to build them ourselves to fit our special processing methods." Eva pointed towards the base of the nearest vat.

A small furnace glowed below each one and heated the tank above. Jane stared at it for a few seconds before realizing something was odd. Despite burning wooden logs, pink flames flickered inside the furnaces. She had seen red and blue flames before, but never such a vibrant pink, and certainly not from ordinary wood.

"I bet you're wondering why we don't use coal." Eva stared at the flames for a few seconds before continuing. "There's a very specific temperature that we were unable to replicate with coal alone."

She led Jane around the warehouse as she spoke, explaining more about the process.

"We modernized a lot over the last twenty years. When I first started here, there were nothing but a few cast-iron pots and wooden stirring spoons. Now, we have aluminum alloy vats and automatic mixers."

Eva walked along the edge of the warehouse before turning a corner. She guided Jane into a corridor leading away from the main warehouse, and Jane blinked in surprise. The hallway had to be taking them underground. She didn't remember the walls extending out this far out.

"Unfortunately, the wooden logs weren't something we could modernize. They burn at a very low heat, and last considerably longer than other flame sources. It would have cost us more to replace them, so they stayed."

The details went over Jane's head, but she nodded to not look dumb. (I hope she doesn't expect me to understand any of this...)

Eva led the way into a new room. Like before, the ground cut off and they stepped onto a metal catwalk overlooking a large drop off.

The new room contained only a single vat, and it was much smaller than the previous one's. However, it seemed to have the same design as a furnace with pink flames flickering below the tank and mechanical apparatuses attached to the sides.

"This is where we experiment with the formula. The miniature version lets us process the products faster so we can test any changes," Eva said. "I had them begin cooking a fresh batch, so we could demonstrate the manufacturing process."

"I see..." Jane glanced down at the vat. It had a lid open, and the contents glowed a bright white within. "Is it supposed to glow like that?"

"Amazing isn't it? We use activated extracts from the Venusian Lily. It glows just like the flower during the cooking process."

Jane remembered the field of flowers that glowed in the garden. The vat of liquid shined unnaturally, just like the lilies.

(So they really do use the flower in their skin cream.) Jane thought to herself. ( Perhaps it is the cause for the changes in my body...)

Even now, her nipples stood stiff beneath her top, and arousal stained her panties. She had gotten better at ignoring it over the last few days, but it was undeniable that her body had grown more sensitive after arriving at the mansion, and every time Serina applied the lotion, that sensitivity grew more intense.

How could a simple flower have such an effect on her? It seemed so strange; she doubted her sanity every time she thought about it. However, there were just too many other strange things happening around the flower that she couldn't dismiss the idea out of hand.

As Jane looked down at the vat, she found more oddities. Besides the glowing liquid, and besides the pink flames in the furnace, she spotted something else weird about the vat.

Thin metal bands wrapped around the vat at regular intervals. On the metal, something glowed. As her eyes focused on it, she made out thin letters in an unknown language. It looked like cursive, but not quite. The sprawling text wound around the tank in a loop, and each letter glowed unnaturally.

(What is that, I wonder?) Jane turned to Eva to ask, but the older woman had already begun explaining something else.

"If you look closely, you can see the stirrers spinning below the surface. We have it hooked up to a mill and gearbox to mix the products automatically."

Eva continued to explain for some time. Her explanations were so detailed, Jane got lost and forgot to ask about the glowing letters on the vat. Instead, she got dragged around and Eva filled her head up with more and more trivia about the manufacturing process.

The longer the tour continued, the more Jane's eyes spun at the explanations. She had tried to pay attention at first, but in the end, her resolve didn't last more than a few rooms.

After the vat room, Eva took her to an oil extraction room, ingredient measuring room, bottling room, and much more.

The warehouse hallways felt like a labyrinth. Just like in the mansion, Jane couldn't tell left from right by the end. The only thing she realized was that, despite its huge exterior, the processing plant was much larger on the inside.

The rooms branched out underground, and Jane began to doubt how much of the hill was left. Rather than a mound of dirt, it felt like the warehouse had hallowed it into a bunch of gopher holes.

There were many workers on the lower layers, too. Women in gray uniforms worked in each room on the various steps of the manufacturing process. Eva claimed they weren't worked too hard, but Jane doubted how good their conditions were when they couldn't see the sky.

Eventually, however, the tour came to an end. Eva led the way back up to a small office-like room on the first floor.

"This is where I keep the records and process paperwork," Eva said. "Why don't you have a seat, I'm sure your feet are sore."

She pulled out a chair from the desk, and Jane gratefully accepted the break. "This is a lot more than I expected."

"I'm sure it is." Eva sat down across from her and crossed one leg over the other. "I probably talked your ear off, but I hope you enjoyed the tour. I've put in a lot of work to get it to where it is today."

"I appreciate the tour, but... It feels like a lot to take in all at once."

The tour had only cemented Jane's feeling like she didn't belong here. All of Eva's explanations went over her head, and the manufacturing process was so complicated, she couldn't remember a single step.

Jane wanted nothing more than to jump in bed and hide under the covers. Her ineptitude weighed heavily on her shoulders, and she lowered her gaze to the wooden desk.

"It was a lot for me too, at first. You should have seen me twenty years ago. I couldn't figure out how to get the recipe to work for months." Eva gave a wry smile. "I had to build all of this one step at a time."

"It will take me some time to wrap my head around it all, I think." Jane nodded.

"This was a conversation I was thinking of saving for later, but where do you want to be in ten years?" Eva leaned in towards Jane as she spoke. "You have a lot of opportunities now."

Jane blinked in surprise at the change of topic, but she tensed up after realizing what Eva was asking.

"I haven't really thought about my future..."

Before arriving at the mansion, she had drifted between service level jobs without thinking too deeply on the subject. As long as she had a roof over her head and food on the table, she could get by. However, Eva stared at her even more intensely than usual, and her brow furrowed at Jane's answer.

"You'll have to decide sooner or later. After this week ends, you'll be in charge of all the estate's business. Everything in this processing plant, its workers, the mansion, and the maids, they'll all rely on you to make decisions that determine their future."

Jane's shoulders sank with each word. She could barely understand how the processing plant worked, so being asked to make decisions on its behalf sounded terrifying, and that was to say nothing of everyone that worked there. She couldn't manage all that.

"This estate needs a firm leader," Eva continued. "It needs someone who can make decisions without hesitation. It needs someone who understands the minutiae of our manufacturing process and can lead through technological innovation. Do you think you can do that?"

Eva's words fanned Jane's anxiety, and her heartbeat quickened. (There's no way I can do any of that!)

"Uhm..." Jane broke out in a cold sweat, unsure of how to answer.

"Relax, sweetie..." Eva gave her an amused smile. "I'll be here to assist you. That's part of why I brought you out here, truthfully."

Eva pulled out a piece of paper and laid it out on the table. Jane glanced at it and noticed large blocks of text filling up the page. She tried to read a little, but the words were filled with technical jargon she didn't understand.

"This is a contract I prepared to assist you. I'd like to be assigned as overseer of our processing plant, and all the proceeds from it. This can be your first official decision as the proprietor of the estate."

Eva pushed the paper forward and laid a pen next to it.

(This is a contract?) Jane looked down at it and did her best to parse the words. If she was reading it correctly, the contract assigned Eva full control over everything to do with the manufacturing and processing business within the estate grounds.

"I'm sure this is all overwhelming, so that's why I'm here to help. If you sign this, I'll be able to assist you in the most complicated areas of governing the estate. It's a job that I'm doing right now, so there won't be any issues for me. This is all more of a formality, really."

"I'm not sure... Mister Hayes always looked over any contracts I sign." Jane glanced up timidly. "I don't understand any of this."

Eva smiled and took Jane's hand. "Don't worry, we can always change the contract if there are any issues. There's even a clause for it, see? The terms of the contract can be changed at any time, so long as both parties agree to it. It's a very standard legal practice."

Jane didn't hear Eva's explanation. With the older woman holding her hand, Jane's mind focused on the physical contact and she blushed. Her skin was even more sensitive than yesterday, and it felt like the effects of the lotion were building up. Even the back of her hand felt as sensitive as her nipples.

As Eva stroked her skin, Jane squirmed in her chair, and heat burned through her cheeks. A twinge rippled through her sex, and fresh anticipation flooded her loins with warmth.

"Do you have any other questions or concerns?" Eva continued further up, massaging Jane's arm as she spoke. "I hope I'm not putting you on the spot with all this."

"No, you're fine. I'm, uh..." Jane squeezed her thighs together and shifted awkwardly in her chair. "I'd be lucky to get your help, let me sign the contract."

Jane took the pen and signed the paper. At last, Eva released her hand to take the completed contract.

"Thank you very much. I'll keep this safe until Mister Hayes returns. We'll have him make a copy for our records." Eva wheeled around in her chair and stowed the contract in a lockbox. "Is there anything else you'd like to do here? Or shall we consider the tour complete?"

"No, I'm good..." Jane rubbed her hand, tracing over where Eva had touched her. She couldn't help but blush as she thought about how her body had reacted.

As Jane zoned out, Eva beamed down at her. "I'm glad we got this taken care of early. I didn't think it would be this easy to get you to sign, truly."

--

Eva led the way out of the processing plant with a spring in her step. She had never thought it would go so smoothly. The contract gave all of Jane's authority to her, and all it had taken were a few sweet words.

(It was so easy, I almost feel bad.) Eva thought to herself. However, this had been her goal all along, so she couldn't feel too bad about it.

She had even cleared her schedule for the rest of the week, preparing for the grueling process of coercing the young heiress to sign. If it was anyone else besides Jane, Eva was sure it would have taken much longer.

A wry smile spread to Eva's lips and she turned her gaze up towards the cloudless blue sky. (Yet Jane signed it right off the bat. I guess I can enjoy my time off to my heart's content, then. How many years has it been since I had a vacation?)

|| -- Chapter 17 -- ||

(Was it really okay to sign that contract?) Jane thought to herself. She sat on the trolley and stared out the window as it trundled along the tracks.

Eva's contract had been unexpected, and she hadn't had time to read it properly. Some of the language had seemed odd, too. When she thought back to it, she realized it had mentioned 'full control' repeatedly, and Jane wondered if she might have signed something she shouldn't have.

(It's not like I want to be in charge of anything, but Eva was so insistent about signing the contract. It all seems odd...)

Jane glanced at the older woman in question. Eva sat on the opposite side of the aisle, staring out the window. She wore a self-satisfied smile, and her eyes seemed to sparkle.

As Jane stared, Eva glanced back at her. "Is there something wrong? You've been glancing at me for a while now."

"Oh, it's nothing." Jane looked away hurriedly, but Eva got up from her seat.

She sat down next to Jane and wrapped one arm over her shoulder. "You've made me very happy today, you know that?"

"Oh, I'm glad..." Jane blushed and looked away.

Eva wore a slight perfume, and it tickled Jane's nose. The smell wasn't the same as the flowers, so Jane's head didn't go fuzzy, but smelling the other woman still made her embarrassed. She couldn't help but think about the scent of the delicate perfume. It was light and airy, and each breath of it felt refreshing, yet it fanned the flames burning in Jane's ears.

"What are you looking away for?" Eva reached out and tilted Jane's chin back to meet her gaze. "More than ever, I'm delighted that you've returned to this estate."

(She's so close...) Jane thought to herself. Even more than at dinner, Eva was practically on top of her. With her arm around Jane's shoulder, and with her hand holding her chin, Jane couldn't escape. All she could do was stare back at Eva like a deer in headlights.

"I'm glad you're happy." Jane looked away, but she felt Eva's gaze still on her. As she endured the attention, the blush in her cheeks grew worse with each passing moment.

"Why don't you let me reward you?" Eva gently stroked Jane's cheek. "I know I said I would wait for you to ask, but I can barely hold myself back. I have the rest of the week off, and I want to spend those days rewarding you."

(By 'reward' does she mean-) Jane's heart pounded in her ears. She couldn't think about it without tensing up. It was the same offer Eva had made the previous night, the one she regretted not taking.

"I can see the desire burning through your body..." Eva leaned in and whispered the words into Jane's ear. "Let me satisfy those urges."

Today, Jane wore a short skirt and sleeveless blouse. They weren't clothes of her choice, and she would have never picked them out on her own. The outfit showed too much skin, after all. The top left her shoulders bare, and the skirt didn't even reach her knees.

As if to prove her concerns valid, Eva didn't even have to reach under Jane's skirt to massage her leg. Instead, her fingers rubbed at the spot just beyond the hem, halfway up Jane's inner thigh.

Eva's touch sent a flood of warmth between Jane's legs. When even touching her hand was enough to make Jane's cheeks blush, Eva's massage at her inner thigh sent a wave of arousal clenching in Jane's sex.

She tensed up, and her back arched reflexively. However, Eva went no further. She rubbed her thigh methodically, as if waiting for Jane to answer the unspoken question.

"I... Uhm...." Jane struggled for words. Her mind spun with arousal, and the need coursed through every fiber of her being, but something still felt off. Everything with the contract, and Eva's intensity, she didn't know if she could truly trust the older woman.

"What's there to lose?" Eva let go of Jane's leg and trailed her hand up higher. She traced a circle over Jane's chest, still staring at her intensely. "It's gonna be fun for both of us, you know?"

Eva's touch on her chest couldn't be called strong. It was light, like feather tracing over the subtle hill of Jane's petite breasts. She only used a single nail to circle Jane's bosom, but that was enough to send waves of sparks racing out over her skin.

Despite the light stimulation, each touch tingled in Jane's nipples, and she felt a corresponding echo in her clit. The tingling anticipation grew more intense, and her back arched against Eva's finger.

"See? Your body wants it too..." Eva swirled her finger in closer, drawing up to Jane's stiff nipple, but not quite touching it.

"It's just, uhm... I..." Jane struggled for words, unable to think of what to say. The smothering sensation inside her panties felt unbearable. She wanted nothing more than to peel them off and start masturbating. However, some part of her still hesitated.

Jane glanced at Eva and shuddered. The older woman's eyes glimmered in amusement, and her smile sent Jane's thoughts spiraling.

Eva's expression reminded her of the bullies she had while growing up. They used her as a plaything; an outlet for their frustration and a toy for their amusement. To see Eva with the same teasing eyes, it sent her heart racing in fear. However, despite the trauma, or perhaps because of it, a fresh wave of arousal coursed through Jane.

"I... You... Uhm..." Jane continued to flounder, unable to decide if she should ask Eva to stop, or to give into temptation.

"Let me satisfy those urges for you." Eva trailed her hand higher and stroked Jane's cheek. "You won't regret it. I promise."

Jane struggled for breath. A warmth swelled in her chest, and the heat burned so hot in her cheeks, she thought her face might melt.

Eva leaned in, and her handsome features grew in size, taking up the majority of Jane's vision.

Jane stiffened up, and her eyes widened, but Eva continued to draw closer. Her breath tickled Jane's lips, and she cupped Jane's cheek, keeping her from turning away. As the older mouth closed in on hers, Jane's thoughts spun in confusion.

(Is this a kiss? Is she going to kiss me?)

Eva was so close, her lips hovered a hair's breadth from Jane's, and if she moved even a little, they would kiss. However, the embrace of the other woman's lips never came.

"All you have to say is 'yes'..." Eva whispered.

Jane felt Eva's breath tickle her lips, and her core clenched reflexively. The words echoed in her head, repeating over and over, and she felt the words on her tongue.

(All I have to do is say 'yes'...) Jane thought to herself, and another wave of anticipation swelled between her legs. The warmth in her sex begged for release, and the mess in her panties was a constant reminder of her desire to say it.

Jane's mouth opened and closed silently. Her breath came ragged through her nose, and her pounding heart threatened to drown out all other noise. However, despite the arousal coursing in her loins, Jane hesitated again.

"I..." (I can't say it!)

"Perhaps I misjudged the situation." Eva pulled back and relaxed in her seat. "My apologies if I put you on the spot."

The older woman's arm disappeared from around her shoulder, and Jane's eyes widened. The instant the touch was gone, Jane knew she had made a mistake. A sense of longing washed through her, and a pang of regret pierced her chest.

With the attention from Eva absent, Jane's desire only grew stronger. She wanted more. She wanted the pleasure the older woman had spoken of. If it was Eva, she wanted to be toyed with and teased until they were both satisfied.

Eva began to stand up, about to return to her seat. However, as she shifted away, Jane reached out and grabbed her hand.

"Wait..." Jane said, her voice barely a whisper. She couldn't bear to look up, but she felt Eva turn back around to face her.

"What is it?"

"I... I want you to do it." Jane's face burned in embarrassment, and a small part of her rejoiced at finally saying it, but Eva's response sent her mind spiraling in confusion.

"Do what?" Eva sat back down, right next to Jane. "What would you like me to do?"

(Was she teasing me after all? But, why...) Jane glanced up at Eva and found her answer quickly. The older woman's eyes twinkled in amusement, and a gentle smile graced her lips. (I see... Perhaps this was all part of her plan.)

Jane felt small under her gaze. Eva's confidence stood in stark contrast to the timid display Jane always put on. Caught, like a rabbit before a snake, Jane froze under Eva's mischievous smile.

"Tell me, what is it you want me to do to you?"

"I want..." Jane found the words rising to her lips before she knew it. "I want you to satisfy my urges."

"More..." Eva leaned back in and slid a hand under Jane's skirt. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do."

Her fingers pushed on the front of Jane's panties and traced down her slit. Immediately, a wave of pleasure crashed through Jane's hips and she bucked against the touch.

"Anmmmhgh..." Jane let out a moan, and leaned her face into Eva's shoulder, but the older woman's fingers continued to work at the front of her panties.

Eva rubbed insistently over her mons and repeated the question. "Tell me. What do you want me to do?"

"I..." Jane let out a shuddering breath. "I want your tongue between my legs."

"Good girl..." Eva whispered the words into her ear, and it sent a chill down Jane's spine.

"I want you to treat me like you do the maids. I want you to pleasure me until I can't walk anymore..." Jane didn't know what she was saying, but the words came out on their own.

Eva gave a low laugh, and Jane felt it tickle her neck. "Then that's exactly what I'll do."

|| -- Chapter 18 -- ||

Jane sat on the bed, fidgeting.

The room wasn't her own. It belonged to Eva. The bed was the same one Jane had seen Eva eating out Camilla on, and the memories added to her embarrassment.

She could still remember the sight of the maid's face twisted in pleasure, writhing under Eva's tongue. Where Jane sat now, it must have happened only a few feet away, and now it was her turn to experience that pleasure.

A side door opened, and Eva stepped back into the room. Her hair was still damp from the shower, but her raven-black bob-cut barely showed it.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting." Eva smiled and approached the bed. She wore a silk robe, and the top left a window of cleavage that Jane felt her eyes drawn to.

Jane tried to look away, but the bottom of the gown barely reached Eva's thighs, and it felt like a single flutter of the hem could reveal what lay beneath. Her eyes flitted away, then back towards the sight.

"Relax, we have all day to enjoy ourselves." Eva climbed onto the bed and settled down next to Jane. She wrapped one arm around Jane's shoulders, comforting her in a gentle embrace. "You're always so tense, think of this as an opportunity to let loose."

"I, uhm..." Jane kept her hands clasped tightly together and squeezed them between her knees. Her legs remained straight out in front of her, like two stiff planks of wood.

(How am I supposed to relax with you so close?!) Jane thought in her head. She snuck glances to the side, but Eva stared straight at her, heightening her nervousness.

A sly smile arose to Eva's lips, and she used her free hand to rub Jane's arm. "It's gonna be okay, sweetie. By the end of this, I'll get you to relax. I can assure you of that."

Her fingers traced up to Jane's shoulder and found the edge of her sleeveless blouse. She played with the edges of it and rubbed underneath the fabric, invading Jane's clothes ever so slightly. As her fingers traced over Jane's bare shoulder, stroking just under her shirt, Jane's pulse quickened.

"I... Uhm..." Jane didn't know what to say. She felt Eva's gaze staring at her intently, and blood rushed to her face. Despite the mundane touch, sparks raced across her lotioned skin, and a twinge of anticipation echoed between her legs.

"You don't have to say anything, dear." Eva unbuttoned the top of Jane's blouse next. "Let me take care of you."

Eva only undid the first button, but the fresh air against Jane's collarbones felt scandalous, and the older woman's fingers massaged at the newly revealed skin, making it difficult to breathe. Jane's breath came ragged through her nose, and she became fully aware of how her chest rose and fell each time she breathed in.

"It's gonna be okay..." Eva kissed her neck and whispered the words into her ear. "Trust me to make you feel good."

As her lips tickled Jane's neck, her free hand descended lower. Her fingers teased along Jane's thighs, and she rubbed at the outside of her legs. She made no move to invade further, completely different from the train ride. Instead, she rubbed at the spot just below the edge of Jane's skirt.

The gentle touch invaded under the hem occasionally, but never very far. The touch remained well away from Jane's privates. The fingers stroked insistently on Jane's outer thigh, acclimating Jane to the contact. However, despite the mundanity of Eva's touch, it sent waves of anticipation rippling between Jane's legs.

Warmth built in her sex, and the strict confines of her panties felt unbearable. Her core clenched with each stroke of Eva's fingers, and sparks ran up between her legs.

Eva's advances weren't adventurous, but they were suggestive. Every brush of her fingers kept Jane yearning for more, and she couldn't help imagining the older woman's fingers going further. Despite the mundane foreplay, it was more than enough to make Jane's breathing grow deeper. As Eva's touch continued, her eyes softened and fell half lidded. The tension slowly melted away, and Jane relaxed into the pillows behind her.

She had kept her legs tight together at first, but that soon felt impossible to keep up. Her knees opened, and her thighs turned outward, leaving a small gap between her legs.

"You trust me, right?" Eva asked. Her expression was soft, almost tender.

"Yes." Jane took a shuddering breath and nodded. In reward, she saw Eva's expression brighten.

"Good." Eva took Jane's hands and pulled them out from between her knees. She guided them up to the metal bars of the bed's headrest. "You can keep your hands up here while I help you relax further."

Jane's eyes widened, but she gripped the headrest as Eva instructed her. The position left her armpits exposed, and it pushed her chest forward, but she could only blush and accept the position meekly. Despite the embarrassing pose, she didn't have the courage to say anything, and the arousal between her legs left no room for protest in her mind.

Eva reached back down and stroked up Jane's inner thigh. Like she had done before, she massaged just below the hem of Jane's skirt and edged beneath it. She rubbed insistently at the spot, and Jane's breathing grew heavier.

Sparks raced out of Jane's inner thigh, and the intimate massage sent a fresh wave of arousal through her sex. The anticipation tingled in her sex, and her eyes fluttered. Without thinking, she opened her legs wider and welcomed Eva's fingers deeper.

(What am I doing? This position is way too embarrassing!) Jane thought to herself.

As she opened her legs, the skirt rode up her thighs and exposed her panties. The position left her arousal-soaked underwear clearly visible, and a wave of shame washed through Jane. However, the older woman's fingers didn't hesitate.

Eva pushed deeper between her legs, as if following the hem of her skirt. Her fingers pushed up to the root of Jane's thigh, and massaged just before her mons, but she went no further.

Eva massaged insistently at the top of Jane's thigh, and it fanned the flames of her arousal. The heat between Jane's legs doubled in strength, and the warmth grew unbearable. The anticipation and need tingled in every fiber of her being, but release never came.

"Ah, uhm..." Jane let out a shaky breath and glanced at Eva, but the older woman shook her head.

"Relax, sweetie." Eva kissed her neck and pushed Jane further into the pillows behind them. Her massage at her thigh continued on regardless, and the combination attack of lips and fingers sent Jane's brain spinning.

Her lotioned skin had become extremely sensitive over the last few days. Each day, it felt like her sense of touch had grown more fine tuned, building up with the lotion being applied in the mornings. It felt like everywhere had become an erogenous zone, and the slightest brush could turn her on. So, as Eva kissed her neck, and massaged her inner thigh (two places that were erogenous zones before the lotion) she had no way to resist.

The arousal pounded in her head, throbbing through her every fiber of her being. She squirmed against the bedding, but Eva went no further. She continued to stoke the need higher in Jane, fanning the flames of desire.

Jane's nipples grew painfully stiff, and even the shift of the blouse over her chest sent sparks of pleasure racing deep into her breasts. Between her legs, the dripping arousal built, and the smothering sensation within her panties grew unbearable.

(How long will she continue to tease me..?) Jane thought to herself. Her breathing came heavy through her nose, and her knuckles went white as she gripped the headboard behind herself. Without thinking, her hips bucked against Eva's touch.

The massage at her inner thigh continued for only ten minutes, but it felt like an eternity for Jane.

"That should be enough, I think." Eva pulled back with a suggestive smile. "Or would you like me to keep going?"

"Please..." Jane let out a heavy breath and looked back at the older woman through glassy eyes. "I can't wait any longer."

"That's no good." Eva leaned in and whispered into her neck, before planting a kiss on the underside of her jaw. "You need to learn some patience, it seems."

(I'll do anything, so please...)

Eva pulled back, and Jane gazed at her with a silent plea. The older woman smiled at her for a few seconds before nodding. "Very well. Let's get started. Stand up."

Jane did as instructed. She crawled off the end of the bed and rose to her feet.

Eva scooched to the end of the bed as well, following her. As Jane stood up, Eva slowly undid the sash of her silk robe, revealing a lacey pair of brasier and panties.

When Jane turned around, she blinked in surprise, gazing at the other woman's underwear with a blush. "Uhm, what would you like me to do?"

Eva rubbed her chest, tracing just above the edge of her bra. Her other hand slipped between her legs and massaged her inner thigh suggestively. As she did, she glanced up at Jane and smiled.

"I want you to strip..." Eva traced up to the front of her panties, rubbing over her mound while gazing at Jane. "You know what I mean, right?"

Jane swallowed, and her burning cheeks rose a few degrees. The sight of Eva touching herself sent a fresh wave of embarrassment through her. She had been able to adjust to Eva's intense advances, but to see another woman masturbating was an entirely different matter. As Jane stared at Eva, her thoughts locked up in a state of confused arousal.

(She's masturbating? Not only that, she's masturbating to me? She's staring at me while getting off? I'm plain, ordinary, frumpy, boring. I'm not someone to be masturbating too...) Her low-esteem brain could barely process the sight. However, it almost didn't need to, because as she watched Eva rub her mound, stroking the lacey panties into her sex, a wave of arousal washed through Jane stronger than ever before.

Sparks flashed in her brain, and her eyes remained fixed on the sight, watching Eva stroke up and down her panties. Her breath caught in her throat, and the intense heat in her face grew hotter and hotter. With a pounding heart, Jane watched Eva masturbate, fully entranced.

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to strip for me? I'd like a show," Eva said.

The words snapped Jane out of her daze, and she blinked in surprise. Hurriedly, she nodded back and began unbuttoning her blouse, but Eva stopped her.

"Slower, sweetie. Give me a show." Eva drew her fingers up and rubbed her clit in a slow circle. "Start with your underwear, too."

Jane nodded. As they both stared at each other, Jane reached under her skirt and peeled off her panties. The act of taking off her underwear before her skirt felt scandalous, but as the fresh air wafted over her humid sex, Jane let out a sigh of relief.

She let her panties drop to the floor and stood back up, staring at Eva through half-lidded eyes.

"Your blouse, next. Let me see that cute chest of yours," Eva said and used one hand to grope herself, squeezing her breast through her bra.

Jane bit her lower lip and began fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. One by one, she undid the front of her blouse. However, as she began to shrug off the top, Eva shook her head.

"Remember sweetie, slowly..." Eva said and rubbed her panties in exaggerated motions, using her entire palm to stroke over her mons.

Jane's eyes remained glued to the sight, and she nodded in a daze. She finished unbuttoning her blouse, but didn't take it off. Instead, she left the front open, and she felt Eva's gaze flick over the freshly exposed skin. From her belly button, up through the valley of her breasts, and to her neck, Jane felt Eva's eyes piercing the thin opening in her blouse.

She hadn't even revealed her nipples. The two sides of her stop still covered the majority of her chest, yet Eva's eyes stared intently at the sight.

In return, Jane stared intently at Eva's body, watching the older woman masturbate. As they gazed at each other's bodies, her heart pounded in her ears, but the haze of lust grew thicker over her mind.

Jane's hands moved in a trance, and she slowly slipped the blouse off her shoulders. First the left, then the right, then she let her top fall down to the ground, and the fresh air sent goosebumps rushing up the mounds of her chest, making her nipples stand extra stiff.

"That's it." Eva smiled and nodded. "Your skirt, next."

Jane lowered her hands to the waist of her skirt. It was the final piece, and she wanted it off as quickly as possible. Any thought of going slowly disappeared as she unbuttoned it, and she let her skirt drop down around her feet.

As the loose fabric fell, it sent eddies of air wafting over Jane's damp mons, and her eyes fluttered. The anticipation and need burned through every fiber of her being, but her wait was over. The rustle of her skirt landing on the floor marked the end of her strip show.

She stood naked before Eva, with arousal dripping down her thighs, waiting for the older woman's next command.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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