Sister Martha Ruth
My eyes flicked to a... painting.
It was there. That malevolent monster. Trapped in a painting.
Imprisoned.
The limo drove down a gravel driveway. I swallowed. It was so dark outside. I caught glimpse of a large manor. Master Hayward... Was this Hayward Manor? I had driven past it many times. It was full of local superstitions. Why had these maids come here? I had vague memories of them... fighting.
They had defeated that creature. How? What was going on?
"You have many questions, and we don't have all the answers, but we can find them," said Lynette.
I nodded.
The limo parked in a garage and the maids all began piling out. The maids and a young man in jeans and a t-shirt. He didn't at all fit in with these elegant, if slutty, women in their uniforms. Lynette helped me out. I leaned against her, wearing only my wimple and my shoes.
We were in a garage with other vehicles. Some black SUVs and a few normal cars. The garage door was open, leading onto the lawn with a path to the manor that the maids walked down. They moved with casual ease. The young man, Master Hayward, held the painting of that disgusting beast. We entered the manor through what appeared to be a backdoor into a dark ballroom.
I shuddered as I felt evil in this place. It pushed down at us. The maids looked around. They moved around the young man. One of them almost pranced at his side. She was young, barely eighteen, and had pigtails. Another maid strode at his other side, close to him. Intimate.
Lynette held me as we moved through the ballroom and down a hallway with this terrible art on the wall. I felt the evil in them glaring at me. Hating me. I whimpered. I didn't want to be here. More things like that malevolent monster lurked in the paintings, the busts, and the statues.
How could the maids stand it? They were tense but walked on with confidence down the hallway. We reached a room with a grand staircase heading up two flights to the third floor. Another hallway. More art was interspersed with doors. More disgusting sights I didn't want to look at.
I closed my eyes, but all I could see was Sister Shannon Esther being lifted by the tentacle and ripped in half. Over and over again. I shuddered, opening my eyes. The paintings were far, far better to look at.
We came to a door. A maid with purple eyes opened it and turned, watching us with an alien smile on her lips. She nodded to each maid then to me as we stepped through into... safety. I could feel it the moment I crossed the door. The evil vanished. A warmth washed over me. It was like... home.
Lynette hadn't been lying about that.
The small antechamber opened onto a very modern living room. A large one with an attached kitchen. The maids were all chatting. They were greeted by more of them. Hugs and kisses were shared. I didn't even care about the lesbian display. Other maids swarmed the young man.
Lynette helped me to the nearest couch. I sank down on it. I stared at the maids all bustling about, laughing and talking animatedly. The ones who had been at the church were telling the ones who'd stayed behind about what had happened. They all wore different colored garters. No, some wore the same, but there was red, orange, yellow, blue, gray, white, green, pink, silver, bronze, and even gold on the purple-eyed maid who just leaned in the shadowy corner.
I glanced at Lynette. It was safe here, warm, but... "How can I ever forget?" I clutched at my head. "Those images are in my mind.
"You can't." Lynette smiled at me. "But you can fight."
"Fight? Fight that thing? It killed her. Ripped her..." I shuddered as the memory of her scream cutting off with the sickening crunch.
"I'll be right back," said Lynette. She rose.
I huddled here, naked. I hugged my thighs to my breasts, my heart pounding. I could never escape the feel of it on me. How it touched me. Used me. It had fucked me, driven me wild with lust, and made me orgasm all for its amusement.
All to make the terror of what came next resonate in me.
Lynette appeared before me. She knelt, holding a cedar box in hand. The scent of aromatic wood filled my nose. I breathed in the soothing scent. She opened the box to reveal a collection of gray garters.
The fear vanished.
A quiver of excitement shot through me. My legs unfolded from my breasts. I thrust my left leg out at her. I knew what this meant. I trembled, wanting to be owned by Master Hayward like all the others. I wanted to be one of his maids.
I wanted to fight the Darkness.
I shuddered as Lynette slid the garter up my leg. My toes curled at the warmth of its magic flooding up my leg. I sucked in a deep breath, a big smile spreading on my lips. This was perfect. Just what I needed.
The garter slid into place. I gasped as the magic washed over me. "Yes!" I gasped. "I serve Master Hayward."
"Yes, you do," purred Lynette. "You're one of his Scholar-Maids. His Wise-Maids. I sensed it. You have a degree."
"In theology," I said as she slid her hands up my thighs, pushing my legs apart. She stared at my blonde bush. I didn't have a problem with this. If she wanted to eat me out, she was more than welcome to devour my cunt. It just felt... right.
She pressed her face into my bush. She nuzzled through my curls to find my vulva. I groaned as she thrust her tongue into my pussy. She wiggled it around in me. I groaned as she did that. The heat swept through me. I smiled. I was a maid now.
Master Hayward approached. He was naked now. A young man, strong and powerful. His blue eyes raked over me. I could feel the connection between us. My eyes fell on his cock. A surge of lust ran over me. I licked my lips, eager to swallow his cock.
"May I, Master Hayward?" I asked as Lynette wiggled her tongue around in my snatch.
"You may, but first," he said, grinning, "who are you?"
"I'm Sister Martha Ruth," I said. "I'm your maid."
"A nun?" he asked, his cock throbbing. "That's what's up with the white cloth."
"My wimple."
"Mmm, my very own Nun-Maid," he said, grabbing the sides of my wimple-wrapped head and pulling me to his hard dick. "That's just perfect. You have made another excellent choice, Ms. Docea. Sister Martha Ruth is just perfect."
"Thank you, Master Hayward," Lynette moaned into my pussy as I opened my mouth wide.
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