Jane's Descent

(-- Chapter 4 --)

Jane's eyes snapped open, and she shot up in bed. Her chest rose and fell as she panted for breath, and she put one hand to her head. "What a strange dream..."

Blue dawn light streamed in through the window, and the curtains fluttered in a morning breeze. The chilly air felt completely different from the sweltering heat the night before.

"That was a dream, right...?" She asked herself.

She remembered wandering through the dark halls, and how she ran across Eva eating out a maid. Jane had masturbated, watching them, but her actions didn't feel like her own. She would never do something so brazen in real life.

(That had to have been a dream...)

A pitcher of water sat on her nightstand. Jane poured herself a glass and gulped the water down her parched throat. She remembered the same desperate thirst in her dream.

(Perhaps I was just dehydrated...) She thought to herself.

A knock came at the door, and Jane swallowed the last gulp of water. She set aside the glass before glancing back at the door. "Who is it?"

"It's Serina," the maid said.

She stepped inside and curtsied in front of the bed. Her every action exuded refinement, and Jane's pulse quickened at the sight. A slight panic ran through her, and she waved Serina to rise.

"There is no need to bow," Jane replied hurriedly. It felt like she should be the one curtsying instead.

Serina's conservative maid uniform had long sleeves, and showed little skin, but she still outshone Jane and every other maid on the estate. It felt wrong for someone like that to curtsy before someone like her.

"Would you like a shower this morning?" Serina asked. "Your nap prevented one last evening..."

"Sorry about that." Jane blushed, but nodded. She really needed a shower, especially after such a weird dream. "That sounds great."

-- Thirty Minutes Later --

Jane stepped out of the showers and gave a satisfied sigh. Steam wafted off her skin, and she left a trail of wet footprints behind her.

Outside the showers was a changing room. She sat down on a bench and let out another satisfied sigh, basking in the afterglow of her shower.

Serina stepped out of a side room, carrying a bottle of lotion. She approached Jane and gave a small bow. "Would you like some lotion to moisturize your skin?"

A pair of white lilies marked the front of the bottle. They looked like the same type of flower that grew everywhere around the mansion. Jane remembered their strangely sweet scent and smiled.

"That sounds great." She sat up and reached to accept the bottle, but Serina shook her head.

She kneeled in front of Jane and squeezed a dollop of the white cream out onto her hand. "Please allow me to apply it."

"Oh..." Jane blinked in surprise. "You don't have to do that. I can put it on myself."

"This is an expensive product," Serina said and rubbed the lotion between her hands, warming it up. "Please, allow me."

A small blush rose in Jane's cheeks. Pricey beauty products were a waste on her. However, a small thrill ran through her at the thought of the maid applying the lotion. To have someone as cool as Serina treat her, it felt like a rare opportunity.

Serina opened her hands and stared up at her expectantly.

Embarrassment burned through Jane's ears, but she raised her leg, offering it to the maid.

Serina's lotion-slick hands enveloped her foot and glided over Jane's skin. She rubbed the lotion over the bridge of her foot, down the sides, and up into her arch. She slipped her fingers between Jane's toes and into every nook and cranny.

A small ticklish sensation accompanied Serina's touch, but Jane's eyes widened for a different reason. Warmth enveloped her foot, and she felt the cool air waft against her skin. Her foot felt extra sensitive to the touch.

"Oh, uhm..." Jane stiffened, but Serina continued massing the lotion into her skin.

Small waves of pleasure rippled out from the maid's touch, and a tingle of anticipation ran up Jane's inner thigh. It gathered between her legs, and as Serina worked the lotion into her skin, a flame of arousal flickered to life in Jane's belly.

"Is something wrong?" Serina asked without looking up.

"No, uhm... Nothing." (Oh no! Why am I getting aroused by a simple foot massage?!)

Jane swallowed dryly, and realized how thirsty she had become. She chided herself for not drinking more water, but she didn't have time to linger on that fact. Serina's fingers glided up her calf, and they brought more of the tingling pleasure with them.

"This lotion promotes healthy skin, and it enhances the electrical conductivity of the epidermis," Serina said as she massaged. "Some say it can even reverse wrinkles."

"I-I see..." Jane bit her lower lip and looked away.

Serina's fingers massaged at her calf, and tingles of pleasure rippled out of her soft muscles. It felt like her lower leg had become an erogenous zone. Everywhere the lotion touched left a strange warmth that tingled in sensitivity.

"The cure for wrinkles is a myth, of course," Serina said. "Even Miss Eva has a few crow's feet, after all."

She worked on without glancing up at Jane. Her hands traveled up past Jane's knee and massaged her thigh. As her fingers reached the edge of her towel, they slipped beneath the hem to work the lotion deeper between Jane's legs.

Jane's heart pounded in her ears. She clasped one hand over her mouth to hold back a moan, but a shuddering sigh still escaped her nose. Everywhere Serina's fingers touched sent tingles of pleasure up her leg. The anticipation grew in her sex, and arousal burned through her core. Reflexively, she clenched her sex, and her stomach lurched in despair.

(Don't make this weird. Don't make this weird. Don't make this weird...)

Embarrassment burned through Jane's ears, and her eyes fluttered. The maid's fingers dug into her inner thigh, grinding up and down her groin. Her freshly lotioned and extra-sensitive skin sent waves of pleasure out of the touch. It took all of Jane's effort to hold back a moan. Just when she was about to say something, Serina began working on her other leg.

The maid's hands started back down at her foot, massaging fresh lotion into her sole and between her toes. Jane let out a sigh of relief, but the new patch of skin grew sensitive in no time. Even stronger than before, she felt pleasure ripple out from her foot.

(Why am I getting turned on by a foot massage!?) Jane thought to herself. However, the maid's fingers worked skillfully over her lower leg. She had never had a massage before, but she felt like Serina must have been a world-class masseuse. (She's too good at this!)

Serina's hands traveled back up her calf, massaging the back of her leg. She traveled higher and her fingers fluttered over the back of Jane's knee. In no time at all, her hands closed in on the danger zone--Jane's thigh.

(Don't make this weird, Jane!) She thought desperately to herself. However, as Serina's fingers dug into her inner thigh, fresh waves of pleasure ran up between Jane's legs. It collected at her apex, and arousal flared up in Jane's sex. Her sex clenched reflexively, and a small moan escaped her lips.

Jane tightened her grip over her mouth, trying her best to hold in her voice. However, as the waves of pleasure tingled through her sex, her mind zoned out. Serinas fingers massaged up and down her inner thigh, sending tingles racing through her sex. Even without being directly touched, a twinge of satisfaction accompanied each shift of Serina's fingers.

Jane's eyes unfocused, and she stared up at the ceiling in a trance. She tried her best to hold back her moans, but that left no room to think. Her entire being honed in on a single thought. (Don't make this weird!)

The pleasure continued to build, and as Serina finished applying lotion to Jane's legs, it felt like her entire lower body had turned into an erogenous zone. Just the air against her skin sent out waves of pleasure rippling up between her legs. Perhaps because of the intensity of it all, Jane didn't even notice as Serina reached up and undid the towel.

The towel parted and fell down around Jane, leaving her naked. Serina's hands continued higher up Jane's thighs, working the lotion up her groin and into her waist. However, Jane didn't even blink.

She took one shuddering breath after another, struggling to hold back her voice. Every touch against her lotioned-skin felt as good as if it stroked against her labia. So, when Serina applied the lotion directly to the real thing, Jane didn't even notice.

The maid's fingers rubbed the lotion down onto Jane's sex, and a full-bodied moan escaped her lips. Serina rubbed the lotion into her mound, and her sensitivity doubled. The tingling warmth grew even stronger, and Jane arched her back.

(I'm making this weird... Oh god!) She thought to herself, and a wave of shame washed through her.

Even as Serina's fingers slipped through the folds of labia, Jane blamed herself. It was her fault she couldn't hold back her voice. Her ears burned in embarrassment, and she stared off into the distance, letting out mewling moans.

Serina finished with Jane's sex and moved onto other less sensitive places.

As the pleasure died down to a tolerable level, Jane let out a thankful sigh. Her hands fell down to her sides, and the tension left her shoulders, but her eyes remained unfocused.

Her lower half tingled in a dull pleasure. Everywhere the lotion touched left a small buzz of arousal in her skin. A dull fog hung over her head and not a single thought entered her head, all she could focus on was the arousal burning through her core.

Serina stood up and walked around behind Jane. She worked fresh lotion into her shoulders, paying no mind to Jane's glassy stare.

"There is some truth to the wrinkle myth, of course," Serina spoke to herself. "The lotion can slow the aging process, but that goes for any beauty cream. Ours is just more effective than other brands."

Arousal dripped between Jane's legs, making a mess of the towel she sat on. Each new spot Serina spread the lotion amplified her arousal.

Her clit throbbed, begging for attention, but she didn't dare touch it. She couldn't make the massage any weirder than it already was. She'd die of embarrassment if she masturbated in front of someone in real life.

As Jane used all her brain power on resisting her urges, Serina continued working the lotion into her skin. The arousal got stronger with each passing moment, and the urges grew more difficult to resist. However, just as Jane felt like she would crumble to her desires, the massage came to a close.

"Alright, that's it," Serina said and snapped the bottle of lotion closed.

Jane blinked, and her vision refocused. She didn't know how long she'd dazed off for, but the first thing she noticed was the drool dripping from her mouth. She hurriedly wiped it away, and that's when she realized the state of the rest of her body.

"Huh!?" Jane blinked down at herself.

She sat completely naked on the bench, with the towel laying loose around her hips. Her entire body shone with an oily sheen, and a pleasant warmth accompanied it. After zoning out, she found the lotion had been worked into every inch of her skin.

"I'm sorry!" A bright blush rose to Jane's cheeks and she grabbed the towel, wrapping it around herself.

"What are you sorry for?" Serina walked around in front of Jane and stored the lotion away in a small locker. "You were one of the more compliant guests I've had to work with, actually. There is nothing to apologize for."

"I-I... I, uhm..." Jane stumbled over her words. She didn't remember half the massage.

With a blush, she realized the lotion had even been applied to her nipples and between her legs. A fresh wave of arousal accompanied the realization, and it burned through her entire being. The anticipation seemed to linger longer than usual, and it felt like the urges wouldn't settle down no matter how long she waited.

An awkward silence stretched out, and Jane gave another dry swallow. After coming to terms with her current situation, she decided to apologize again. "I'm sorry, it seems I fell asleep while you applied the lotion..."

"You have nothing to apologize for." Serina shook her head. "Let's get you dressed for breakfast. Miss Eva is waiting."

(-- Chapter 5 --)

"Uhm, is this really alright?" Jane asked, staring into the mirror.

She wore a yellow sundress. However, after her massage, the thin cloth clung to her lotioned skin. It left the dress wrinkled and stuck to her in weird places.

Serina hadn't given her a bra, and Jane's nipples made distinct bumps in the thin dress. She wanted to change back, but the maid had taken away her usual clothes, and as the embarrassment burned through her ears, Jane didn't have the heart to say anything.

"It looks fine. Let's go." Serina led the way out of the room, and Jane followed silently behind.

Her blush grew darker as she stepped into the corridors. The halls of the mansion were narrow, but she worried about someone seeing her. She normally wore jeans and a t-shirt, so even without her nipple problem, the yellow sundress felt embarrassing to wear. Pretty clothes didn't feel right on her.

"Does this mansion have a map?" Jane asked, trying to distract herself. After getting lost in her strange dream, she didn't want a repeat to occur in real life, and a map would solve all her problems. However, the maid shook her head.

"The schematics of the building are kept in a secure vault. Only the architects and builders ever laid eyes on them. We take security seriously here."

(That seems a bit too serious!) Jane snapped back in her thoughts, but she didn't have the courage to say it aloud. She continued following Serina in meek silence.

As they walked through the halls, they came across a trio of maids standing in an intersection. They giggled and chatted between themselves. However, as Serina approached them, they stopped talking and glanced towards her.

"Shouldn't you be handling your morning duties?" Serina asked them.

"Guess who got lucky last night?" The lead maid smiled back at Serina smugly. "I got permission to slack off today."

"I don't know what you were told, but neglecting your duties will make everyone else's jobs harder. If you aren't sick or taking a day off, I would ask you to get back to work."

Serina spoke with her usual grace, but her words carried a silent tension to them. Jane's eyes widened as she glanced between the two maids.

"If you have a problem with it, take up your complaints with Eva." The other maid grinned back at her. She twirled a lock of hair around one finger as she spoke. "I got permission from the top to slack off."

"If you think you can sleep your way to an easy life, you are sorely mistaken." Serina maintained a polite tone as she replied, but venom dripped from each word.

"Come on, you're just jealous Eva never shows you any love. It's only a single day. Besides, she'll find a new toy after me, and then another one after that, and another after that..." The maid grinned smugly back at Serina.

"Miss Eva's affairs are of no concern with me, but the state of the mansion is. If there are chores left undone, that becomes my problem to deal with, and I can punish others as I see fit."

"Relax, Maria's going to take care of my duties today-"

Serina's eyes narrowed. It was the first time her expression had changed since the conversation started. At the sight, the other maid froze mid sentence. The two maids behind her stiffened as well.

"Maria has enough on her plate this week. She doesn't need to clean up anyone else's messes." Serina's tone remained even, but her icy stare dropped the temperature of the room by several degrees. She raised a hand and pointed at the two maids hiding behind the first. "You two. You'll handle Camilla's and Maria's chores today."

Camilla, which was apparently the name of the first maid, blinked in surprise. "That's not fair."

The other two maids nodded. "You can't expect us to do the jobs of two people."

"Yet that is what you asked Maria to do, yes?" Serina's tone left no room for them to talk back, and the other two maids paled.

"You two still take orders from me. If you'd like to garner favor from Miss Eva, that's fine, but I doubt you'll be able to receive her affections until tonight. Before that, my word is law."

Camilla clicked her tongue. "C'mon, let's go."

The gaggle of maids headed off down the hall, and Jane watched on with amazement.

"Wow, that was so cool. I didn't know you were the head maid," Jane said. She didn't quite follow the conversation, but she had silently cheered on Serina. Seeing the haughty maids walk off felt satisfying to see. "You're so cool..."

Serina glanced back at her and shook her head. "I'm just a regular maid, technically."

"Oh..." The response knocked the wind from Jane's sails, and she went quiet again. (Yeah, I don't know what they were talking about, then.)

If she had to guess, Jane thought the first maid 'Camilla' looked similar to the maid she saw in her dream. She had even said she 'got lucky' last night, and Serina mentioned 'gathering favor' from Eva. So, perhaps she got to slack off after having sex with Eva?

(But that was just a dream... There's no way I walked in on those two having sex and started masturbating while watching them...)

Jane blushed again and turned her eyes down to the floor. The memories sent a fresh flicker of arousal between her legs. After the massage with the weird lotion, she was still extra sensitive, and the warmth in her sex refused to settle down.

She stared down at the floor, flashing back to her strange dream. She saw Eva, with her head buried between Camilla's legs. The maid's face twisted in pleasure, and Jane masturbated as she watched. Just before she came, Camilla turned and met her eyes. Jane could only freeze in embarrassment as she toppled over the edge, orgasming while getting caught in her voyeuristic masturbation.

"Is something wrong?"

The question tore Jane out of the fantasy. She glanced up at the maid with wide eyes, her heart pounding. "Yes, everything's fine! Uhm, shall we get to breakfast?"

Serina nodded, and they continued down the hall.

-- A Few Minutes Later --

Jane stepped into the dining hall. Bright morning light filtered down into the room, and pooled on the long mahogany table.

Eva sat at the end of the room, wearing a pants-suit. As Jane entered the room, she stood up and walked over. "Good morning, sleepyhead."

"Thanks..." Jane blushed at the sight of the older woman. The memories from her strange dream were still fresh in her mind, and the sight of Eva eating out the maid flashed before her eyes.

As Jane got lost in her thoughts, Eva stepped closer to Jane. She kneeled down and braced one knee against the ground. With one smooth motion, she took Jane's hand and kissed the back of it.

"Huh..?" Jane stared down at her hand in stunned silence.

Eva's lips pulled back, but the kiss lingered. After the massage with the strange lotion, even her hand felt as sensitive as her own lips. So, as her mind registered the kiss against her fingers, a tingle of satisfaction ran up her arm.

"What are you doing!?" She pulled back her hand from Eva's and rubbed the spot of the kiss. Her face burned in embarrassment, but Eva gave a warm smile..

"This is a traditional greeting." She replied. "The Strout family has served yours for generations. My mother greeted yours in the same way every morning."

"I see..." Jane's heart slowed back down and she took a deep breath.

(Don't make it weird, Jane.) She thought to herself.

"Why don't we sit down for breakfast." Eva guided Jane to the table. She pulled out the chair like a gentleman and offered the seat.