you
guard, Master Hayward. the Hay you Ward. The Hay is strong, but the denizens of the Otherworld are crafty. They burrow through the Hay. Weaken it. And where they do, madness bleeds into this world."
"Hay?" I asked. "It's like... made of Hay?"
"Hay is an old, old word for wall," she said. "That's all. It's not even real. It's a construct made of the golden power of the Hayward men. You keep the creatures on the other side at bay. They're known by so many names: sidhe, demon, angels, oni, spirits. A thousand names from a thousand cultures."
"And you're one of them?" I asked, my cock throbbing.
She nodded. "The foundation of the Hay had to be built on something."
"I'll guard it," I said. The creatures that I had seen leaking out of their artwork are terrifying enough. More could come through? That was a disturbing thought. "I'll keep the Hay strong. I'll do my duty."
"I know, Master," she purred. "The Hayward bloodline has never faltered." She sat up, slid her arms around my neck, and kissed me.
~~*~~
Nancy Heres
I drove the limo from Hayward Manor with Lance sitting in the passenger seat. It was only the two of us that had left the manor. Kylie wasn't happy about it. She wanted to go with him, but he told her they'd need all the space for their passengers.
It was... different driving the behemoth of a vehicle. This wasn't what I had ever expected to do. It was so long. I was so nervous, but I had to perform well. I had to be in charge. I was Lance's Dominatrix-Maid. I kept order. I was in charge, second only to him.
And Cali. There was no intimidating
her.
I also knew that this wouldn't be my job for much longer. It was a job for maids with the green band. The ones who guarded him. He would ride around in the back with Kylie and white-banded maids to see to his needs while being escorted by more greens. Bella would probably ride shotgun in the limo if she wasn't the one driving it outright. He'd probably have a few of my Maid-Sluts and maybe one of the gray garters.
But it would be mostly whites and greens who'd leave the manor house. That was fine. We all had our duties. We all had a role to play in defending the world from the Imprisoned. Those nasty things needed to stay locked up.
I was proud of my nephew. He had turned into such a strong, young man. The only one good enough for my daughters. For me. My ex-husband and ex-lovers were nothing compared to my nephew sitting next to me staring bored out the window on the hour drive back into town.
I just focused on the road. On driving safe in this massive car as we headed to his college to pick up all these new maids that had been recruited today. Would Bella be there? She hadn't come home with the others.
I supposed she had Master Lance's permission, so I couldn't spank her.
I itched to spank someone. Maybe I would just pull one of the new girls over my lap when we got back to the mansion and spank her ass for the fun of it. Just to keep these girls in line. They were all mostly young woman that had been recruited.
Could Kylie recruit a woman who wasn't young? She went for the virgins. Me, I needed to find a nice, slutty housewife. One who banged the pool boy and the mailman behind hubby's back. That would be hot to bring into the harem.
How to find her?
I reached the school to find a crowd of mostly schoolgirls, but there were several older women. Three sexy MILFs. They were all naked save for their garters. Naked and unconcerned. They had suitcases and backpacks.
One girl, a Japanese cutie with a gray garter, had a large pile of computer equipment. I don't think she brought a single personal item. Just a lot of computers. Several desktops or whatever the non-laptops were called. I don't know. I had a phone. What more did you need? She had boxes of cables. Lots of monitors. Was she setting up a security system?
"Okay, okay," said the Black MILF. She carried herself with some authority, wearing a gray garter, too. "Let's get in, girls. Hurry up. Master Hayward doesn't want to be kept waiting."
Lance slid out of the passenger seat. All the maids squealed in delight as he moved down the car and opened the passenger door. I popped the trunk. The girls and women, the new maids, were all beaming at him as they started shoving their suitcases in the trunk until it was filled. They climbed into the back.
He was so skilled with them. Groping asses. Stealing kisses. Squeezing boobs. He even fingered the Japanese maid and sucked her juices off his fingers. He knew how to handle his harem of maids. He was such a stud.
God, I was proud of my Master-Nephew. Just so proud of him.
~~*~~
Cali
Master Hayward's cum dripped out of my pussy as I stared at the painting of a woman dancing before a host of ravenous men. I touched the figure, sliding down her body. Tears burned in my eyes. They fell hot down my cheeks.
The sound of a car entering the estate tugged at me. I had to greet those who had arrived at Hayward Manor. I turned, my eternal curse as strong as ever.
~~*~~
Bella Miles
As Mom and I were heading up to the front door of the estate, carrying her luggage, they opened. Cali stood there, her purple eyes flicking from me to my mother. White cum trickled down her thigh and soaked into the golden garter she wore.
"Greetings, Bella," the maid said, her words cool but polite. "And to you, Mrs. Miles. It is a pleasure to welcome you as a maid to Hayward Manor."
She knew who my mother was?
"I have your room ready, Mrs. Miles," said Cali. "Your uniform is laid out on the bed and more that should fit you hang in the closet. I am never wrong in my tailoring."
When did Cali have time to make mom's uniform? Wait, when did she have time to make mine? She had it ready when I arrived here yesterday. Was it just the magic of the Haywards? My Master-Husband had such power in him.
"Where is our Master?" I asked Cali.
"He's out picking up the other maids in the limo with Nancy," she answered. "He should be back within the hour."
"Good, good." I smiled. "When he returns, can you ask him to come to my bedroom? I have a surprise for him."
"Of course, Bella," said Cali. "This way. Let me show your mother to her room."
Mom and I followed Cali up the stairs. The purple-eyed maid moved with such grace. She almost floated up the stairs, her skirts swirling. I felt so awkward climbing the Grand Staircase behind her with one of Mom's two suitcases. It wasn't full of clothes but keepsakes, knickknacks, and the like. She had another one for clothes.
The stairs went up to the third floor, bypassing the second. Which was fine since we all lived on the third floor. We went to the left, passing the creepy paintings. I shuddered as we passed the Gizzamuluke, the strange cat-thing with the green eyes that seemed to follow us.
"Oh, you weren't joking about how disturbing the Imprisoned were," said Mom.
"Nope," I said. "They're all disgusting and macabre. But none of those are found in the living areas."
"Not at all," said Cali. "And it can be dangerous to roam the hallways at night. The living areas are warded. Unless you are on patrol, then you should have no reason to leave the safety of the warded areas. The Imprisoned can't get through my barriers."
"Good to know," Mom said.
I was curious about that, though. The maid quarters were just doors lining this very hallway. Paintings and busts of the imprisoned were set between the doors. I didn't see how it was possible for the maids to not be exposed.
"Your mother's room is 9," said Cali. The odd doors lay on the south side. She stopped at one that was five down from the door to the main living areas. It lay on the same side of the house as my bedroom.
Cali opened the door onto a room that was smaller than my personal one. It had a king-sized bed in the middle with two dressers on opposite sides along with two closets. The bed lay in the center because there was another door on the opposite side of the room. Plus two more doors on either side.
The two doors must lead into the neighboring maid rooms, but where did that door on the back wall lead?
"Right now, you have this room to yourself," said Cali, "but I am sure more maids will be recruited."
"Right," Mom said, setting her suitcase down. I put the other one down, too.
Cali opened the door to the right. It opened onto another maid's room. "All thirteen maid quarters on this side of the hallway are connected and all but rooms 1 and 3 connect to the servant's hallway." She opened that door I was curious about. "This is the servant's hallway."
It opened onto a hallway with windows that lined it looking out at the back of the estate. The same view as the window in my room. It led to a door to my left and just a wall that must be where the hallway that held the bedrooms for Cali, myself, Master Lance, and the other important maids lay.
"Is that why Rooms 1, 3, 5, and 7 don't open onto the servant's hallway? They would open onto the living quarters for Master Lance?" I asked.
Cali nodded. "Though..." She marched to the blank wall and pushed on it. The wall slid inward to show that hallway. "The maids do have access to the quarter. The illusion just must be maintained. Decorum and all."
"Wait, is there another secret passage from the rooms on the north side?" I asked.
Cali nodded. "Yes. Sadly, to keep the off-duty maids safe, for them to reach this side of the house, or for maids on this side of the house to reach them, they do have to pass through the living area. So, practically, it doesn't matter much. A limitation of architecture."
"Lance won't care," I said.
"That door at the end of the hallway," said Cali, pointing to the door where the hallway ended. "That's the break room for the maids. It's a lounge. It has a very large screen TV installed by Master Hayward's uncle. A sound system and a Blu-ray player."
