Jane's Descent

|| -- 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'..."