Kylie Hayward
I blasted away one of the disgusting bees that were the size of a watermelon and had dicks instead of stingers. They hummed with eagerness as they swooped down on us, clearly intent on raping each and every one of us.
"No!" Tabitha gasped.
One had struck her from behind and thrown her to the ground. It perched on her rump and tried to stab its dick into her asshole, but her skirt protected her. The layers of petticoats kept that disgusting monster's cock at bay.
A golden sword flashed. Lance cut the bee in half before pulling Tabitha to her feet.
"Thanks, Master!" she said.
Relief swept through me as I turned back to firing blasts of water at these nasty things. I struck one, hitting it so hard, its body flew off into the woods while its wings fluttered down to the ground. They all had to die. They all made me feel so dirty.
Fiery whips set others on fire. Stones slammed into the fuzzy bodies, ripping them to pieces. I gathered more water, but it was growing harder. The things were coming at us from out of the flowery woods. It was such a happy place.
But it was full of rape bees.
I shot another blast, fatigue pulling at me. I wasn't the only one. All the maids were drooping. We had been marching all day and were still no closer to finding where the foul Seductress had taken Mother. We just knew Mom lived.
The last of the rape-bees burst into chunks of oozing pus, the woods growing dark. I panted, feeling like I had just run a lap around the track. I grabbed my knees, panting. I had used so much water today.
"We need to camp, Master-Daddy," Angela said as she nursed Angela who had been burned by one of the rape-bees ejaculating on her face.
"Cali?" my big brother asked. "How far away is she?"
"Far, Master Hayward." Cali peered at the distance toward those mountains we had seen. "She carried your mother far. Your daughter is right. Your maids need food and respite."
"And where is that found?" My Master-Big Brother looked around. The woods buzzed. More of those bees were out there.
Sister Martha Ruth fired a blast of wind, throwing one back into a tree where it splattered. The nun's forehead gleamed with sweet.
"There is respite in me," said Cali.
She glowed purple. Her entire body expanded. I gasped as she did. She swelled into something amorphous with dark eyes and a hungry mouth. I jumped back, yelping in fright. She grew bigger until she became... a college made of purple wood.
"Holy shit," Izzy gasped. My cousin stared at her. "Did she just do that?"
"The Otherworld," said Martha. The new smart maid nodded. "A refuge, Master. There is power radiating off her."
Master Big Brother walked up to the front door of it. He pushed it open and peered inside. His eyes swept around it and his brow furrowed. He looked to the right and the left. He motioned us to follow. I bounded in after him and found a cozy, little cottage.
Sure, everything was purple, but there was a fireplace with a pot on it that had a stew just starting to cook.
The floor was covered in comfy blankets and pillows. It was cozy for the twenty-three of us, but that was fine with me.
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Lance Hayward
"How safe is this?" I asked as the maids piled in, all of them tired. Mrs. Kenning came in last, shutting the door with finality.
"So long as you power me, I can keep the Otherworld at bay. I need energy and fast. Enjoy a maid or two before you eat. Maybe a few after, and that should keep you safe through the night. It is in my contract to provide shelter and succor in the Otherworld."
No one else seemed to hear her, so I passed it along.
"Well," Aunt Nancy purred, this hot look in her eyes, "Why don't you have a massage? I have two maids who are experts on making sure their clients are thoroughly satiated at the end of their massage."
I glanced outside. My mother was out there, so how could I relax in here? It was safe. Warm. Angela was already checking on the stew, a big smile on her lips as she nodded her head. The other maids were sinking down on the cushions. They were tired. They needed to relax.
"Master-Big Brother," Kylie said, coming up to me. "You need to relax. Mom is still alive. And we're going to save her, but we need to rest. You need to rest. It's okay. It doesn't make you a bad son. It makes you a man who has to care for us all."
I glanced around at the other maids. They were all chatting with each other, no longer tense. Able to lower their guard. I glanced at the purple walls. At what Cali had made to protect us. Outside was madness.
"Okay," I said.
"Good," said Aunt Nancy. She clapped her hands. "Ji-Woo and Seo-Yun, help our Master relax."
"You relax good," said Ji-Woo, the older of the two Korean masseuses. A MILF who was overflowing her bodice. She unzipped the back of her maid's uniform, her almond-shaped eyes burning with desire. "Very good. We best."
"Yes, we are," Seo-Yun said, her English unaccented. She was a nubile thing with round breasts and long, black hair. She, too, unzipped her uniform.
My cock twitched at the sight of their naked bodies coming into view. They wore only their stockings, heels, and orange garters. Ji-Woo had such large and soft breasts, her nipples hard and thrusting out before her.
A thick bush dripped with her juices. Seo-Yun had firm breasts. She was a few years older than me, with a naughty smile on her lips. She kept her pussy shaved, her twat gleaming with her excitement.
"If you would lie down on your back, Master," purred Seo-Yun, "we'll get to work on your massage and relax away all your stress."
I nodded and sank onto my back. I felt all the eyes here. The maids were all watching me getting a massage.
The room filled with whispers like the rustle of wind through the leafy branch of a tree.
A few giggles.
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