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A Day in the Life of a Wench

Without the aid of an alarm, Connie woke up at 7:00 am sharp. She and Clarice untangled themselves from the pile of sleeping staff members at the same time. Both were wenches, and had spent last night on Donnie's bed. They hopped in Donnie's shower together to wash off yesterday's sweat and sex. They used a soft soapy cloth on each other quickly and efficiently. Both found bathing together pleasurable, and they shared a brief nipple-to-nipple hug. But they didn't linger, drying off and heading down to the dressing room.

All twelve wenches gathered there and donned fresh uniforms. Nearly identical in size and proportions, they didn't need to choose which uniform. They simply took one and put it on. They combed and braided each other's hair, weaving the maid's hat strings into the braids so they wouldn't fall off during the day. They checked each other over before heading to the cafeteria. Makeup was unnecessary, as Eric had given them exaggerated skin tones, lip colors, and facial highlights. They all looked like perfect models, ready eye candy for all the guests to ogle and grope as desired.

Connie gave herself one last look in the mirror. She adjusted her tits on the bustier so her pierced nipples rode high and erect. She looked down. The costume skirt stopped half way down her hips, putting her pussy on display. She adjusted her stance with her knees wide, admiring the jewelry she wore down there. Glancing back to her own face, she smiled broadly, genuinely happy with what she saw. She hurried to catch up with her sister wenches.

Only two of the kitchen staff had arrived as yet. It was the wenches first duty to help out getting breakfast ready for all the specimens. No instructions were given. Every wench knew her part and got right to work. Sharri and the rest of the kitchen staff arrived and ate first. The twelve wenches grabbed trays of food and joined them. Sharri doled out today's assignments. Some stayed behind to help serve breakfast while the others fanned out just as the first specimens began arriving.

Connie drew room cleaning, her favorite. Cleaning wenches spent much of their time in the private condos and cottages. She appreciated being inside out of the heat. Plus often the condos were empty during the day. That meant she could get her work done with only occasional harassment from the guest specimens. And when she did get fucked by a guest, there was usually a bed nearby to make the sex more pleasurable. Better that than kneeling on some hard surface or face down on the grass.

Connie collected her cleaning cart, making sure it was stocked with supplies. She and the other cleaning wench conferred on the day's task, divvied up the work, and separated. Connie would take the north half; mostly three and four bedroom condominiums.

The first unit was the four bedroom home of the Lottery specimens. This week's draw had put three Tops in charge of five Pussies. All three Tops were male specimens. They had apparently cooperated on the bondage arrangements. All four female Pussies and the lone male Pussy were restrained in the livingroom of the condo. The ranking Top had sent the other two men to the cafeteria to bring back breakfast for all eight. This left number one alone with five helplessly bound Pussies. Connie entered without knocking, as was customary. She found the Top casually fucking one of the female Pussies.

"Hello there Wench." he called cheerfully. "I could use your help for a moment."

"Yes sir. How may I help?" Connie respectfully nodded her servitude.

"Clean those four up while I finish up with this one. The rig is in the bathroom."

"Right away, sir." Connie knew exactly what he was talking about. The Lottery specimens kept a roll-around rig for administering enemas. This task was often assigned to whichever wench was around. Connie had done it regularly and needed no additional instructions. She went to the hallway toilette and prepared the rig. It consisted of a red plastic bucket and a red rubber bladder with hose hanging from a roll-around IV pole. She filled the bladder with warm water and wheeled the rig into the living room.

This ritual was initiated by a male Lottery specimen who had drawn the only black ball one week. On a whim he decided to give all seven Pussies several enemas a day. He lucked out and drew a black ball the next three weeks running. Whether giving or receiving, they all enjoyed the experience and continued the practice when he finally lost his turn on Top. Now months later, the Lottery specimens were semi-dependent on it. Frequent anal sex and regular enemas had left their lower bowels flaccid and weak. Now unable to defecate on their own, all eight relied on multiple daily enemas to stay flushed out and healthy. The practice was an accepted part of daily life, Top or Pussy.

The first was the male Pussy, who was bent forward over the back of the couch. His ankles were tethered to the feet of the couch, his ass spread wide. His asscrack and balls were smeared with creamed lubricant and spent come. His semi-soft cock hung down. Connie approached him from behind and without warning, inserted the nozzle into his ass. The nozzle was bulb shaped, about the size of a golf ball, and lodged itself securely. The guy grunted into his gag at the surprise intrusion. She released the stop clip and the warm water gravity fed into his rectum.

While the water filled him, she retrieved a cloth and a spray bottle of gentle cleaner. She squirted the cleaner on his ass crack and balls (Spritz, spritz, spritz) and proceed to swab up the mess left from last night's abuse. Despite her detached, clinical technique, the bound guy's cock returned to hardness. The cleanup task completed at about the same time as the bag emptied. She gave his cock a few playfull tugs, ensuring he was rock hard. Then holding the bucket up behind him, she pulled out the enema nozzle. Without any delay, his over filled rectum emptied into the bucket. He groaned in pleasure and tightened his abdomen to speed the expulsion.

Connie emptied the bucket into the toilette and refilled the bag. Two female Pussies were next. They were strapped to identical rape chairs. Comfortable padded saddles cradled them in a reclining position while stirrups for knees, ankles, elbows, and wrists kept them restrained, spread, and exposed. The chairs were mounted on casters and could be wheeled around the apartment or even moved about the Ranch compound as needed. The two chairs were setting next to each other and the gagged occupants were wearing video visors. Apparently watching the same movie, their pelvises humped in sync. Connie efficiently cleaned them both up, then turned to the third, a woman hanging from the ceiling in a sling chair. She was not gagged, and the two exchanged pleasantries while Connie worked. She thanked Connie politely when done. Connie returned the kindness with a few brief licks and a kiss on the clit.

While waiting for the Top to finish fucking the fifth Pussy, Connie quickly swabbed down the kitchen. Right about then the other two Tops returned with a tray of breakfast burritos. Connie gave the last Pussy her enema while the three Tops hand fed the restrained Pussies. Usually one or more of the Tops would instruct the attending wench to perform their own needed enemas. None asked for her help today and she was able to complete the rest of her work in this condo in short order.

The next two condos were empty and Connie swept through quickly. She cleaned the kitchen and bathrooms, swabbed down the vinyl covered furniture, swept carpets, and mopped floors. Fresh towels were hung. Changing linens was not a task. All specimens slept in the nude without blankets or sheets. All she had to do was wipe down the vinyl covered mattresses and pillows with a clean cloth.

The next condo had two women sixty-nining each other on one of the beds. They sort of half paused and half attended to each other while Connie cleaned half the bed. They then rolled over to the other half and continued while Connie cleaned the other half.

Connie was ahead of schedule. Half of her work was done and there was a spare hour before lunch. Her cart needed resupply, so she left it at the utility building and proceeded to the gym. In the gym she peeled out of her costume to workout in the near nude. Wearing only her fetish maid's hat she joined the sexercise class that was just forming. The hat signalled to all that she was a wench. Yet everyone respectfully avoided any wenches who were working out. This was a rule. No one was allowed to molest the wenches while in the gym. They needed their exercise like everyone else.

Two men who appeared to be identical twins leered at her the last third of the class. As soon as she was dressed, they followed her outside and accosted her. She not only complied with their demands, she participated fully. They made it no further that a nearby patch of lawn. The two men took turns using her in missionary position. Right outside the cafeteria, just before lunch, almost every specimen on the Ranch wandered by, casually observing Connie get team-fucked. Swapping repeatedly, both guys carefully pulled out before coitus, extending the session. It was a hot mid day. Connie was already sweaty from her workout. Soon all three were drenched in each others body fluids. Connie had probably five or six orgasms before her two tomenters had theirs.

The three rested for a bit before heading to the cafeteria for lunch. Connie fell right into character, a serving wench catering to the requests of the guests. Her hair was a mess. The back side of her uniform had grass stains. She was literally dripping in sweat. Come and pussy juice leaked down her inner thighs. Yet she made no effort to clean herself up. This was her lot in life. A wench was allowed to clean up once a day, in the morning. The rest of the day as she complied to repeated demands from the guests, her look became increasingly disheveled. She glanced at the other wenches and they too looked ragged from being used. Several of them looked worse than she felt. Like they may have had a hard time getting their regularly assigned duties done. Connie had only been fucked once so far today. Well, one sex session with two men and multiple penetrations. A light day, all things considered.

There was a silver lining to not wiping after sex. Some of the female guests craved the stink of a well fucked pussy. A wench was a reliable source of that stench. Half way through lunch one of the guests pushed her food aside and her chair back. She ordered Connie to sit on the table. The woman proceeded to lick Connie clean while her friends ate and watched. Every square inch from tailbone to belly button was tongue scrubbed. Gave Connie three orgasms. When the guest was done, Connie thanked her with a neat, chin-down curtsey and returned to work.

After lunch, Connie completed cleaning her set of condos. She returned her cleaning cart to the utility building and went to the kitchen for a supply cart. She made a round of the same set of condos, restocking drinks and snacks for the guests. Twice some man pulled her aside for sex, the same man both times. And once that huge black guy, Mike, grabbed her from behind and had his way with her. Mike smacked her a bit and wrestled her around roughly. Leaving no marks, Mike abused her just enough to make himself feel comfortably superior and leave Connie feeling like a used sextoy. He fucked her in half a dozen different positions, using her for a good thirty five minutes. The Sushi Girls hovered nearby, watching, giggling, counting Connie's orgasms out loud. When Mike spied some other conquest, a guy this time, he pulled out of Connie without having orgasmed once and lurched off, his big erection leading the way.

Connie finished her rounds and returned to the kitchen to pitch in on dinner. She served food on the line, which ment no sex during the meal. After dinner the wenches and kitchen staff cleaned up for the night.

Connie had worked the disco the last two nights, so she had tonight off. Exhausted from the day, Connie retired to the Staff mansion. She peeled out of her costume, let down her hair, and joined some of the others to watch a movie. That night she bed down in Brian's bed. A huge burly guy, Brian was one of the guards. Big as he was, Brian had a thing for strapon sex. He had two of his bedmates each wear one to bed. Connie was one, and when she wasn't banging Brian's butt, she used it on the other bedmates. Five women had found their way to Brian's bed that night. It was well after eleven o'clock when Connie passed out, still wearing the strapon.