Chapter 6 – I’m Not maid for this

Comfortable, calm, and cozy. The nightmare was over, at least for the moment. Everything he saw, heard and did in that cell meant nothing now. For the first time in August's life, he was lying in a bed in a house that wasn't his own. Away from the noise polluted dystopia he was born and raised in.

The sun has barely risen, and perhaps a morning stroll would do him good. At the very least there are very few people who would harass him around here. The last thing he wanted was to be subjected to mob justice.

Just a few days ago, he was living on planet earth, had all his modern commodities he wanted in the palm of his hand, here he was completely devoid of any such entertainment. The closest would be books, but he was never an avid book reader. Maybe the city held some kind of entertainment even he might enjoy.

Prostitution was the immediate thing that came to his mind. 

As his mind drifts, one of the most important things lingers on his psyche. Masturbation was part of his routine. His hand slid beneath his clothing, he still hadn't come to terms with having a different body much less a different looking penis. 

He listens for any movement in the house, any tip of a sound, a crack in the wall or a peering eye. The last time he had to look out for walk-ins, he had been much younger, he hoped he could outlive the fear of doing this anymore but here he was. With fresh experiences on his mind.

As he pulls down his pants, he stares at the foreign looking dick.

'So strange having different equipment.' 

Gripping it and pulling the skin back. He started stroking. When was the last time he was forced to use his imagination, there were no stimulating tools here to release his dopamine. He started quickening the pace rapidly. Up and down.

He wasn't used to jerking off without some help.

He needed a good reference, good jack off material. His brain forces images into his head, and he unconsciously thinks about his little whorish act he had in that prison. The unfortunate thought, one he at least thought about a few times in his life. What would it be like to be fucked like a common whore anally and pressed against a wall.

He shook his head. 'Must not have gay thoughts.'

He concentrates,shifting his attention; he has seen dozens of beautiful females lately. Two he now lived with. It was only yesterday that he was manhandled by Irina. She had probably done permanent damage to his penis, but boy did it feel worth it. He started stroking faster, he imagined her standing on him forcing her feet into his mouth gagging him. 

She undresses her pantyhouse, and kicks him in the face. Undressing her underwear which was secretly a thong, hidden under a boyish short pants. Her wet pussy inserting itself on his dick. Cowgirl style, hands on his chest sliding her fingers up towards his throat. Choking him, like the horrible slut boy he was. 

He started stroking faster and faster, imagining her round titties flopping around and about as he fucked her into being more submissive.

'Almost there. Need to make this quick.'

He repositioned himself, throwing the blanket off. jacking off as fast as he could. Closing him , putting the weight of his left arm beneath him. The pressure and the sensitivity of his right hand were almost perfect, just a little more.

He imagined himself creampieing inside of her, he vagina throbbing as their liquids were mixed and dispersed with each other. Her moaning in distress.

He was pulled out of his vivid imagination.

The door to the room suddenly opened, and with a scowl on her face, Alysse the maid rushed in quickly. Fear and horror on both their faces. She tried backing away, by circling around which may have been a mistake

He ejaculated, unable to control his urges at the last second. White liquid sprays across the room. Spilling all over her shirt, small drops of his semen dropped on her face. 

He pulls back, hiding his dick under the covers. It was too late now. She has already seen everything, touched everything.

She wiped it off her face with wide eyes, staring at the liquid in her hand and then at his penis, that was still partly exposed. She started shivering with anger, raging in fury. Her legs were buckling. 

"You degenerate, perverted, freak!!! Die!!!" she shouted off the top of her lungs.

She gave him a death stare. She removed her loafer shoes and lunged at him. The shoe hit him across the face. Then over his head, she threw him off the bed, making his head bump on the floor. Unlike the previous beating, this wasn't sexy. It actually hurt. 

She stopped. Though he noticed her cheeks were flushed pink. She ran out of the room taunting him. 

"I'm going to teach you some respect!"

Confused at what he was supposed to at this point, his immediate thoughts were to climb under the bed. There he would be safe from the kaiju's wrath. He shuffled under there, eating dust that hadn't been cleaned up. 

She returned shortly with a broom, and found him quickly hiding under the bed.

August starts shouting.

"Wait, stop it, it was an accident, please believe me!"

"You filth. You need to learn a lesson."

"No, stop poking, ah, fuck it, that's my ass."

"Feel the might of the broom and stick, you perverted freak."

Irina arrived shortly, after rasing her brow at what she was seeing. 

"What's going on here? What's all this commotion" she asked Alysse.

The girl's voice cracked as she started explaining. "I heard weird noises, so I came to investigate. I rarely hear stuff this time of the morning, so I thought an intruder may have gotten in." she pointed at her now ruined uniform. "Look at this, look at what he did, even in my face, I feel degraded."

"August. Get out from under the bed now." She said with a stern face. She took a deep breath. Folded her arms. 

"Seriously. I know it's hard for you to control your libido, but for the remainder of your stay here, I need you to keep your hands to yourself."

He climbed out awkwardly,"Wait a minute, it's not what you think," he pointed at her. "She's the one that barged in, there's no way I knew that was gonna happen."

The woman's face palmed. Staring at the amount of ejaculated liquids lying about. He himself was surprised by the amount that escaped, he doubted it was normal, much less being capable of shooting that far.

"August you need to take responsibility for this."

August bowed his head in shame again. 

"Ms.Irina, this was not part of the agreement, does he have to share the same building? Can't you hire a pigsty and put him in a pen."

"That's rude, I'm not an animal, I'm a human being."

The maid sneered at him, vile insults leaving her tongue.

"Please, Alysse, you know why I need this, it's for a greater cause. If I throw him away, it will have been for nothing."

What is the cause? And what reason? What did he need to learn about this woman?

"There are other ways. Just sell him to someone else."

"How about you punish him as you see fit." She told the maid whose arms were folded. "Maybe it will make you feel better, remember he was put on trial for a reason, teach him how to behave."

Did he have no agency of his own?

The maid stood like a disgruntled child. Looking away to the opposite side of the room, barely being able to hold the broom still, eager to hit him with it. 

"If you cooperate, I'll make it up to you." The mistress told her servant. Who seemed to settle down almost immediately. Her face, turning slightly red.

"Ah, is that the kind of relationship you two have?" he asked out of curiosity. Before seeing the broomstick flying in his direction.

August stared at himself in the mirror. Through the nature of his circumstances he has become a twink.

He was dressed in a black and white maid outfit, very similar to Alyssa's uniform. A flared skirt that fell just below his thighs. A tight fitted bodice that exposed his the most upper part of his chest. A frilly white apron that ruffled along the edge. 

A part of him resented what he was staring at, the other part secretly linked what he was seeing. He even mustered the courage to attempt to pose in front of the mirror.

"Is this really necessary?"

"How else will you learn you humility, you dog, now get to work." Alysse commanded him. 

She had him juggle through various chores, cleaning, sweeping and washing. She hurled criticism at him with each mistake, but he noticed she softened her tone after the first few hundred insults. WHether it was through sheer exhaustion or whether she was learning to tolerate him.

As they worked together, there were moments, where they would accidentally brush against each other. ANd she would be irritated all over again. Though he could sense her irritation softening over time. 

In the midst of sweeping the floor. August who has never developed work stamina, overworked and distracted, lost his balance when he let the broom fall. He ends up crashing into alice. Their bodies stacked on each other, faces a few inches apart, both stopped to stare at the other, and caught off guard. 

It was the first time his face had been close to a girl. And for the first time he had gotten a closer look on her face. Blond hair and greenish eyes. A smaller but cute nose resting on her face. Her cheeks were slightly tinted by a blush. 

"If it wasn't for your perverted nature, I would have called you cute." she told him. 

He blushed. 

"You barely know, but you judge me."

She pushed him off, flustered but covered it with sudden twisting to anger. He chuckled nervously, she slapped him on his list. 

" Do not get any silly ideas. You wronged me today, I hope you learn to make it up."

Irina, satisfied with his mediocre performance, dismissed him, reminding him that the two of them will be heading to the guild first thing the next morning. As he left, to stroll around the outskirts of the city. To get away from the weird atmosphere that he created. He catches Alysse giving him a gaze that lingered on him briefly, making him wonder what lay behind the gaze. 

Reflecting on his massive fuckup, somehow he still came out in one piece.