They sat in Shauna's car outside the mini-mansion - one of many that lined a row of similar looking overpriced homes - watching the clock on her dashboard inch its way closer and closer to 9:00 a.m. They held each other's hand, neither willing to take the first necessary step of getting out and going to the front door. Shauna's phone buzzed, breaking their reverie. She picked it up and looked at the text message:
YOU DON'T LOSE POINTS FOR BEING EARLY. GET YOUR ASSES IN HERE, YOU DUMB BITCHES.
Shauna looked at Heather and swallowed. "I guess we'd better," she shrugged. There was no compulsion on either of them to obey the text message, but rather the fear of what might happen if they didn't. Shauna pulled her dark hair behind her, tying it in a ponytail, before opening her door and getting out.
"I knew she was a rich bitch," Heather muttered. Shauna simply smiled at her and said she thought the same, only leaving the "rich" part out. That got a grin back from Heather as they made their way to the front door. They both knew whatever Melissa had planned for them today, it wasn't going to be pleasant. They needed to stockpile whatever happy thoughts they could get before they went through that door.
They didn't even have to knock. Melissa opened the door before they got there. "Follow me," she said curtly. "No talking." Heather looked nervously at Shauna as they silently followed their 'captor' through the fairly spacious living room and back through to the kitchen area, where two sets of garments awaited them. Shauna's stomach sank a bit when she saw what they were.
Maid uniforms.
"Take these into that room in the back, strip out of your clothes, and change into these," Melissa ordered as she put the outfits into their arms. One hand for the hanger that held all the clothing, and another to hold their high-heeled black patent leather shoes. "You have fifteen minutes," the blonde minx spanked them both on the ass to scoot them on their way. "Don't show up at 15:01."
The duo hurried into the other room, a simple dressing chamber with a tiny twin bed where they could put their clothes as they hurriedly removed them. Shauna had little time to appreciate Heather's curvy form as she lifted her sweatshirt over her head, but she couldn't resist a peek as she undid her brassiere, her sizable breasts popping out as if they'd forgotten the attention they'd received from Shauna last night.
The outfits were meticulously planned out, with little left to the imagination. Stockings came first, each girl helping secure the thigh highs to their garter straps. Satisfied that they looked good enough to please Melissa, each girl turned to work on getting dressed. Shauna pulled the white ruffled panties over her hips and couldn't resist thinking how sexy they made her feel. The dress was tight, with a log plunging bodice, probably intentionally on Melissa's part, that forced Shauna's bosom together to really accentuate her cleavage. She could only imagine how Heather would be struggling with this setup.
For her part, the brunette was already in her dress, what little there was of it, as it barely covered her upper thighs, her panties peeking out from underneath no matter what pains she took to try and conceal them. She secured her tiny apron around her waist, put on her maid cap, and slid her hands into the white gloves that came with the outfit, eyeing Shauna as she dressed herself in a similar fashion. As they slid their feet into their shoes, neither questioned how Melissa knew their size. Monster that she was, they figured she had her resources. Even still, they were snug against their toes. Uncomfortable but not quite painful.
They appraised each other's look to ensure they hadn't left anything out. They looked like maids, albeit some sexualized parody of them, from the frilly white caps on their heads to the tiny white bows on the straps of their heels. "God," Heather whispered as she looked at Shauna, "I hate her, but I have to give her credit..."
Shauna nodded. "Maybe she'll let us hold onto these."
Realizing that time was running out, they hurried back into the kitchen to find Melissa waiting. She nodded approvingly as she inspected them both. "Good job, ladies," she said, "or perhaps I should say 'Good girls'." Upon hearing the words, Shauna's hands dropped to her side and her eyes focused forward on some spot in the middle distance, Heather joining her as they both fell into a deep trance.
"Okay," Melissa said. "You both look the part, and today you're going to act it. I'm going to introduce you to two people -- my father and my stepbrother. For the rest of today, you're to obey them as you would me. Whatever they ask you to do, you'll do with question or hesitation, understand?"
"Yes, Ms. Fulton," Shauna said in unison with Heather. She knew Chris from school. He was still a junior, and fairly smart, but that was the extent of her knowledge. If she was at all worried that he'd be her master for the day, she didn't let on. She couldn't. Melissa's control was simply too strong.
"I have some things to do today," Melissa said, "because I have a life, and you two don't. So I'm leaving you in their hands. I want you to flirt with them. Compliment them. Plenty of bending at the waist. Make sure they can see that cleavage and every ruffle in your panties. Got it?"
"Yes, Melissa," Heather said, internally horrified at what was being asked of her. Melissa was actually asking them to seduce her father? To what end? What kind of sick, twisted mind did she have? She tried to brush the question aside. She was sure she didn't want to know the answer to it.
"That should keep you two bad girls occupied for most of the day," Melissa smiled. At the words 'bad girls' both women snapped out of the trance and looked around.
"Ugh," Shauna frowned. "This place is filthy," she said. Heather nodded in agreement. When they saw two feather dusters sitting on the small kitchen island next to them, they grabbed them eagerly, ready to get to work. Melissa folded her arms. "My father and stepbrother will show you where the rest of the cleaning supplies are," she said. "Follow me. I'll introduce you."
They obediently followed Melissa back out into the main living area, where she called out for her father and Chris, both men joining them within a minute. Chris eyed them up and down, his face a bit incredulous. "Is...is that Shauna Stevenson? And Heather DuChamp?"
Shauna smiled weakly at him. She knew how she looked...how both of them looked...in these outfits, but something soon overtook her. "Hello master," she said to Chris, leaning forward in a bow just low enough to show over her bosom from the low-cut of her uniform. "I hope I can serve you."
Chris looked at Melissa. "How?" was all he said. Melissa simply shrugged.
"They lost a bet," she said. "This is their penalty. They have to do whatever you two ask of them until I get back."
"Anything?" Melissa's father asked as he eyed Heather up and down. Though the eldest member in the room, he didn't strike anyone as being beyond his mid-40s and had only a hint of gray forming around his temples and mustache.
"I got her for you, Daddy," Melissa smiled, seeing his clear fixation on the brunette in front of him. "She kinda looks like her, doesn't she?"
"It's...uncanny," he nodded. "Thank you, daughter." He extended his hand to Heather. "Come. I've work for you in my study."
"Y-yes sir," Heather stammered. Who were they talking about? Who was it she looked like? What was that conversation between them? She looked back just once at Shauna as she allowed herself to be led away by her new -- albeit temporary -- master.
"Guess that means you're with me," Chris said to Shauna. "C'mon. We can go hang in my room."
"Sure you know what to do with a girl like that?" Melissa teased her stepbrother. "Or any girl for that matter?" Chris simply rolled his eyes, paying her no attention as he walked out of the room, Shauna dutifully following behind him.
"I'll be back later," Melissa called. "Try not to break them!" She didn't let anyone see the wicked grin on her face as she left. Neither girl was prepared for what she knew her father and stepbrother were capable of doing to them. Part of her wanted to stick around for it. To truly revel in their torment, but there might be even greater agony for them if they sensed she wouldn't be coming to 'rescue' either of them when her family got out of hand.
* * *
"So many books!" Heather marveled before turning to face Melissa's father in the entranceway to the study. "Have you really read all these, master?"
"Every one," the older man grinned, his mustache moving along with his lips to emphasize the gesture. "And you need not call me 'Master'. Call me George. And you are...Heather? Is that correct?"
Heather nodded with a courteous smile. "Shall I get to work, then?" She curtseyed slightly, bowing low so George could get a good look at her cleavage, looking up to make sure that's where his eyes were focused. She stood and held up her feather duster.
"If you wish," George said simply. "Though it's been a bit since we've had any maids in this house. I hope you won't mind if I...watch?"
"Of course not!" Heather beamed. She felt a yearning...an impetus...to please this man. She needed to do a good job. She wanted to make him happy. If she could, perhaps the worst part of this ordeal would simply be cleaning Melissa's house for the day. In spite of his admonition, Mr. Fulton was her master, and she was his servant. A war was beginning to form with in her, between the woman who had to obey Melissa's orders and seduce this man, and the woman trapped inside her brain knowing what will happen if she did. She began dusting the lower tier of books on the first shelf of several massive bookcases, careful to bend at the waist so he could see...everything.
Her effort had its intended effect. "My..." George Fulton whispered as he sat down behind the massive wooden desk in the center of the room. "I...had no idea Melissa had planned on any of this. That...must have been some considerable bet you lost, Heather."
"Pretty bad," she said as she continued dusting. "Shauna and I are yours for the afternoon, or until she gets back." She could feel his eyes walking all over her body, from the line of her garter strap running up the back of her thigh to the frilly lace of her panty. As she slowly rose up to dust some of the middle shelves, she came across a picture of...well, not her, but certainly someone who looked very much like her. With a younger Melissa and Chris, and clearly a younger version of the man currently ogling her. "Oh," she started. "Was this..."
"My ex-wife," George said as he leaned back. "Claire. God rest her soul. Chris' biological mother. I'm afraid I have a rather bad track record for wives."
Heather didn't think to ask about the whys or hows of Mr. Fulton's marital history but took a break from dusting to face him. "Was she...who were talking about earlier?" she asked. "Melissa said I looked like someone. Was that her?" She saw the older man nod as he smiled warmly.
