Free Use Maid Ch. 05

I lay there, huffing on top of GD, my legs splayed around his neck, elbows on the floor and my hands clasped together in a tight circle. A tiny mote of flame bounced back and forth between them, stinging just a little with each rebound.

"Alright you D-Minus tug-job magician, plan on getting off of me?" his arms wriggled, "I still haven't eaten."

**Don't act like you're not enjoying the view.**

"Yes Chef," I was making a show of getting up, maintaining my mote and pushing my ass back, swiping that nose like it owed me money. The cellar door sprang open, and through it, two athletic vixens, one blue-skinned, the other red, ducked. they were seven, maybe eight feet tall.

Each had a stability-horn. A long, smooth and viciously pointed spike, sprouting from their forehead. Just like Bura's but in the singular. They wore chest-wraps and that Japanese-style underwear with the flap in the front. Those bulged, a lot.

Red roared, her voice was hurricane wind, "Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

"Oh-my-gosh-" I yanked my hands apart, dispersing the mote.

**Was I doing it wrong!?**

I bowed my head in shame, "Sorry Miss-"

Then it hit me, Chef's spent control-rod, my ass in his face...

I flung myself to the side, landing on my shoulder.

**Ow...**

Blue crossed the room, near silent, and stooped to grab Chef by his throat, pulling him into the air like a stuffed animal, arms flailing, trying to snap out of his daze, "Explain yourself," her voice was ice.

She was the thinner of the two. Well-toned, with two small mounds beneath her chest-wrap. Her legs looked like they could knock someone's head off. Her hair was beautiful, and efficient. Both of them sported locks of spun bronze. Blue's was in a tight bun, Red's flowing wild.

Gob-Daddy gurgled, struggling to get a word past her fingers. I'd felt that demonic strength this morning, grasped by Bura and used as a rag.

Rolling off my screaming shoulder, I dropped into a low, floor kissing bow.

I trembled. This wasn't the thrill of riding monsters. It was their other side. The wild, let me impale you but not in a fun way side. These women had bodies built for war.

The floorboards buckled as the big-tittied Red one plodded to stand over me. I was sure she could see my bare ass. This skirt wasn't covering anything, "I apologize!"

**Spank me.**

**Shut up.**

**Now.**

"As you should," she said, and hands like iron gripped my shoulders. She brought me up and onto my feet like she was fluffing a towel. It didn't hurt; I was just being rearranged.

**Rearrange me!**

**Shut-Up!**

"The Oni-Queen's courtesans do not fornicate with offal like this," a black talon pointed to Chef. He writhed; Blue was grinning.

**C-Courtesan!?**

I stared long into those ruby abdominals.

**She-she has no bellybutton.**

I couldn't find words; I wouldn't glance down. Chef didn't deserve this, the poor gasping wreck.

My voice squeaked, "He was helping me," I winced, "and... courtesan? I'm not a..."

**Not that I hated the idea.**

A loud thud hit like a sack of flour had slammed onto the floor. No, it was Chef, wheezing. Blue howled, "Braja, what are you doing!?"

"Huh?" Red turned. Every part of my body screamed to take a step back. I managed it, thank God.

Blue slammed her shoulder into Red's chest and a taloned blue toe zipped through the space where my neck had just been. The two careened into the kitchen-island, toppling and shattering it.

**Really?**

I turned to Chef, who was struggling up to his feet, and mouthed, "Go...". To his credit, he didn't.

Blue bellowed a train-whistle of a scream that left my ears ringing, then started throwing fists down at Red,

"This. Is. Not. How. You recruit a courtesan!"

Red caught a blue fist in her thick mit, "Oh, like you'd even know, Joshi Pantsu."

Blue deflated, literally, in a puff of blue smoke. Shrinking into a young, blue-haired woman with pale skin. She now wore a blue and bronze mini-kimono, and a cute little horn-nub jutted from her head. She looked like she belonged in a university's anime-club.

"How dare you!" she screamed in a comically girly voice, slapping futilely at Red's stomach, "Turn me back."

"I think this looks better on you." Red said, and pinned two talons around Blue's horn-nub, pulling her neck taut, "Aahaah! Joshi Braja, Joshi Braja!"

Poof. Red, or Braja, was now, again, a curvier color-swapped version of Blue, whose name was Pantsu, I assumed.

**Really Van, Bra and Panties? You couldn't come up with something better?**

Braja gleamed, "Good, now I won't feel bad when I-"

"Um, excuse me please..." I said, and they both turned, realizing they were causing an even bigger scene while bickering about causing a smaller one, "... are you two, sisters?"

"No!"

"Hell no!"

**Thank goodness, that solves some logistical issues. Both were bangable, at the same time. Good to know.**

If I had a quest-list, it just got updated. I had to find out, what was this dynamic? Why had they turned into devastatingly cute college-girls?

"Then what's with the-", I asked.

"Curse."

"Long story."

Pantsu, the blue one, gave Braja's hair a quick tug, "Ow!" she squealed. The blue haired girl stepped forward and bowed. Braja didn't stop her.

Pantsu's eyes rose, inhaling sharp, and forced a smile, "Oni-Queen Bura of The Six Wastes was quite impressed by your performance this morning. She liked how you... took initiative..."

**She-She was? She did?**

"She would like to extend you an invitation, to join her host of personal courtesans, where you can luxuriate and bask in her-"

Braja huffed, her boredom was apparent, "She wants to get you out of this sty so the two of you can bang."

**I mean, obviously, yes Dommy-Queen...**

Pantsu shot Braja a slack-jawed expression, then slowly turned back to me, resigned, "Yeah that's the gist of it. Sooo, what do you think?"

I wanted Braja's giant, midnight-blue breaking-rod, badly. But, there were eleven other Master's I hadn't gotten to taste. Shadow clad, leering eyes, extra appendages...

My eyes dropped to the floor, and I clasped my hands.

**Please don't kill me.**

"Am I allowed to politely decline?"

Pantsu's response floored me, she didn't snap. Her voice wavered, "Please don't."

Bura muttered "Oni Pantsu," under her breath, and the blue demon-ogre grew again before me, her cold heat returned, "Don't."

**Nnngh. What kind of moron risks certain death for a dark-lit board-room full of monster-cock?**

"I-I-I have a contract," I managed to spit out.

"Damnit!" Braja seethed, slamming her arms down into ruffled kimono sides. It was adorable. "Alright, bitch we fucked it up-"

"We!?" The blue demon ogre glared at the little red-haired shit.

"Either turn me back or go get our bags!" Braja stomped over to me poked a finger at my chest, "No more goblin dick until you come to your senses. The Queen doesn't feast on sloppy seconds."