Life at Harrington Hall - Part 1.

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Contains golden showers, naughty peeing, power dynamics, and much more. 

 

 

Chapter 1: A New Beginning

Mia Smith stood at the edge of her cramped bedroom, the single window casting a dull light over the threadbare carpet. Her room was small, the wallpaper peeling in places, mirroring the state of her family's finances. She glanced at the old, faded photograph on the wall, a memory of happier times, before her father’s illness had plunged them into poverty.

Her blond hair was tied back in a practical ponytail, her blue eyes reflecting a storm of emotions. The mirror on her closet door showed her an image of someone who didn’t quite believe in themselves, an hourglass figure now draped in a simple, grey dress she had bought for her new job. It was the nicest piece of clothing she owned, but it felt foreign, like a costume for the role she was about to step into.

“Mia, are you ready?” her mother’s voice called from downstairs, a blend of worry and hope.

“Almost, Mom!” Mia shouted back, her voice quivering slightly. She took one last look around her room, her sanctuary, knowing this might be the last time she'd see it for a while. Her job as a live-in maid for the Harrington family was her ticket to help her family, but it was also a leap into an unknown world.

With a heavy suitcase in hand, containing everything she deemed essential, Mia descended the creaky stairs. Her mother, Mrs. Smith, looked up from where she was mending clothes, her hands worn but skilled. 

“You look smart, dear,” her mother said, her eyes moist. “Remember, no matter what, keep your head high.”

Mia nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. “I will, Mom. I promise.”

Her younger brother, Tim, peeked from the kitchen, his face smeared with chocolate. “You’re gonna be rich, right, Mia?” he asked with a hopeful grin.

“Not rich, Tim, but I'll help make things better,” Mia replied, forcing a smile.

As they walked to the bus stop, the reality of her decision weighed on her. She was leaving her school, her friends, everything familiar. The Harrington estate was known for its privacy and mystery; people whispered about its grandeur and the eccentricity of the family, but no one knew for sure. Her new life would start with secrecy and silence about her duties, a condition of her employment.

 

The bus ride was long, taking her further from town into the countryside where the landscape turned from urban sprawl to verdant fields. The estate appeared like a mirage at first, sprawling and imposing, surrounded by high walls and ancient trees that cast long shadows. 

At the gate, a stern-looking man in a suit checked her identity. “Miss Smith?” he confirmed with a clipped tone.

“Yes, that’s me,” Mia said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You’ll find your quarters in the servants' wing. Mrs. Hargrove will brief you once you’re settled,” he instructed, his eyes scanning her once before dismissing her.

Mia nodded, her suitcase feeling heavier with every step she took down the long, gravel driveway. The house loomed ahead, an old mansion with too many windows to count, each reflecting the setting sun like eyes watching her approach.

Inside, the opulence was overwhelming. Marble floors, chandeliers, and art that looked like it belonged in museums. Mrs. Hargrove, a woman whose age was as hard to guess as her stern expression, met her at the entrance.

“Welcome to Harrington Hall, Miss Smith. You are to attend to the family’s needs promptly and without question. Your discretion is expected and required. Understand?”

“Yes, Mrs. Hargrove,” Mia managed, her voice small.

“Your room is this way,” Mrs. Hargrove led her down a servant’s corridor, far removed from the grandeur of the main house. The room was simple, functional, with a small window overlooking the gardens. 

After Mrs. Hargrove left, Mia unpacked quickly, her hands trembling.

That night, lying in her modest bed, Mia stared at the ceiling. The enormity of her new life settled over her like a heavy quilt. She missed her family, her room, her simple life. But as sleep finally claimed her, she whispered to herself, a new mantra forming, “I can do this. For them, I can do this.”

 

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Chapter 2: Standards and Scrutiny

Mia awoke to the soft chime of an antique clock, its sound echoing through the quiet of the servants' wing. The light filtering in was gentle, betraying none of the storm brewing within her. Dressing hastily in her uniform, she headed out, knowing her day would start early.

No sooner had she stepped into the hallway when a maid hurried past, whispering, "Mrs. Hargrove wants you in her office, now."

Heart pounding, Mia made her way through the labyrinthine corridors until she stood before the heavy oak door of Mrs. Hargrove’s office. She knocked, her knuckles barely making a sound against the imposing wood.

"Enter," came the curt reply.

Inside, the room was as opulent as the rest of the house, with dark wood panels and a desk that seemed to glare at her from the center. Mrs. Hargrove sat behind it, her eyes like flint. To her side stood Bella, the head of the servants. Bella was an enigma, with beauty that could silence a room – high cheekbones, deep brown eyes, and an aura of command that made even Mia, who barely knew her, feel small.

“Mia, this is Bella. She oversees all household staff,” Mrs. Hargrove introduced, her voice as cold as the marble beneath Mia’s feet. “We have standards here, standards of appearance that all staff must meet.”

Mia nodded, feeling the weight of their gazes. 

“Strip,” Bella commanded abruptly, her voice smooth yet firm.

Mia hesitated, her cheeks flushing a deep red. “Here?” 

“Yes, here. We need to ensure you meet the grooming standards.”

Reluctantly, Mia began to undress. First, the plain uniform slid off, revealing her in the plain undergarments she had brought from home. Then, with trembling hands, she removed those too. Her body, with its soft, hourglass curves, was exposed to the cool air of the room. Her breasts, though not large, were pert, save for one that seemed to hang a fraction lower, a fact she was painfully aware of. Her skin was pale, almost luminous in the dim light, and her blond pubic hair was a stark contrast.

Bella stepped forward, her gaze clinical yet piercing. “We shave here, completely.” Her fingers, cool and unyielding, ran through Mia's pubic hair, the touch so intimate it made Mia shudder.

“You have to be smooth,” Bella continued, handing her a razor from the bathroom adjacent to the office. “Like this.”

Mia, with hands that shook, began to shave, feeling utterly vulnerable. As she worked, Bella’s hands went to her own skirt, sliding it down along with her panties, revealing her own meticulously groomed area. "See?" Bella said, almost taunting, as she forced Mia to look. "This is what we expect."

Mia's envy was instant and sharp. She finished shaving, her movements clumsy under the scrutiny, the act feeling more like a ritual of submission than hygiene.

Mrs. Hargrove then approached, her scrutiny now on Mia’s breasts. “This one sags,” she commented, pointing to the slightly lower one. Bella chuckled, a sound that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Now, for your drug test,” Mrs. Hargrove said, businesslike. She thrust a cup towards Mia, who was still stark naked. “Spread your legs.”

Mia complied, feeling her face burn with embarrassment. The cup was positioned, and she tried to relax enough to pee, but her nerves were like iron bands around her bladder.

Mrs. Hargrove sighed with impatience, pulling the cup away. But then, as if by cruel fate, Mia’s bladder gave way. A powerful stream of urine burst forth, soaking the carpet and splashing onto Bella’s polished shoes.

Bella stepped back, her face contorted in disgust. Mrs. Hargrove, with a roll of her eyes, shoved the cup back into place. “Fill it,” she ordered.

Mia, mortified, did as she was told, the sound of her pee hitting the bottom of the cup the only noise in the room. Once filled, Mrs. Hargrove placed it on her desk, inserted the test strip, and leaned back, her eyes flicking from the test to Mia, who stood there, her vulnerability laid bare in more ways than one.

The room fell into a tense silence, the ticking of the clock suddenly loud. They waited for the results, each second stretching out like an eternity, the air thick with judgment and the lingering scent of embarrassment.

 

The atmosphere in Mrs. Hargrove’s office was thick with tension as Mia stood there, her nakedness feeling more pronounced with each passing second. The drug test strip sat on the desk, its results pending, the room silent except for the occasional drip of urine from Mia's still-damp pussy onto the luxurious carpet below. She could feel the warmth of her own pee as it trickled down her inner thighs, her legs slightly parted from the drug test ordeal.

Her eyes darted around the room, avoiding Bella’s gaze. Bella, still partially undressed, stood with an air of nonchalant authority. Her skirt and panties lay crumpled on the floor, her lower half was a vision of sculpted perfection, her skin smooth and inviting in the dim light. Her stance was confident, legs slightly spread, showcasing the meticulous grooming she had earlier demonstrated to Mia.

“Miss Smith,” Mrs. Hargrove began, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade, “while we wait for your test, let's discuss your duties here at Harrington Hall. You are to cater to the needs of the family without question.”

Mia nodded, her nerves taut as a violin string, her eyes fixed on the floor.

“You will be responsible for grooming Mrs. Harrington and her daughter, Sadie. This includes, but is not limited to, ensuring their personal hygiene is maintained to our standards. Every two days, you will be tasked with shaving their intimate areas.”

Mia’s eyes widened, but she remained silent, her mind racing with the implications.

Mrs. Hargrove continued, “Should any male member of the Harrington family express an...arousal, you are to alleviate their condition through manual or oral stimulation. This is a duty, not a choice.”

Mia swallowed hard, the shock evident on her face, but she dared not voice her discomfort. She felt like a fly caught in a spider’s web, the more she learned about her job, the more ensnared she became.

Bella, sensing Mia’s turmoil, added in her sultry, commanding tone, “The Harringtons have...eccentric habits, Mia. They believe in marking their territory, so to speak. If they decide to relieve themselves outside of the conventional settings, you will clean it up. Their estate is vast; convenience trumps decorum here.”

Just then, the drug test strip showed its verdict – negative. Mrs. Hargrove glanced at it briefly before returning her gaze to Mia. “Clean at least. That's one less thing to worry about. Now,” she paused, pressing a button on her desk, “we need to ensure you can perform your...other duties adequately.”

The door opened almost immediately, and in walked Steve, the only male servant Mia had seen so far. He was tall, with broad shoulders, his uniform perfectly tailored. His presence filled the room, his eyes scanning the situation with a hint of amusement.

“Bella, could you explain to Steve what we need from him?” Mrs. Hargrove asked, her voice as cold as ever.

Bella, with a slight smirk, turned to Steve. “Steve, we need to test Mia's ability to provide...satisfaction. You'll assist in this demonstration.”

Mia's heart seemed to stop. The reality of her new life was unfolding in ways she hadn't anticipated. Here she was, bare and exposed, about to be evaluated in the most intimate of ways. 

As Steve approached, his gaze steady, Mia felt a mix of fear and resignation. She was committed now, for her family, for their future. Yet, beneath the fear, there was an inexplicable curiosity about what this life would bring, about the boundaries she was about to cross, and the forbidden knowledge she was about to gain.

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Chapter 3: The Test of Service

Steve's gaze flickered from Mia, kneeling vulnerably on the plush carpet, to Bella, who stood with an air of impatience. Mia's body, still glistening from the earlier incident, seemed almost ethereal in the subdued light of the office. Her blond hair, now slightly damp at the tips from her own pee, cascaded around her shoulders. Her breasts, slightly swaying with her nervous breaths, bore the weight of her submission. Her legs, folded beneath her, quivered slightly, betraying her intimidation and unease.

"Bella," Steve said, his voice a deep rumble, "You sure about this?"

Bella snapped her fingers, her tone sharp and commanding. "Mia, don't just kneel there like a statue. Show us how you suck."

Mia’s hands trembled as she reached for Steve's belt. The steel clink of the buckle seemed to echo in the room, a soundtrack to her initiation. She slid his trousers down, revealing the thick, muscular thighs, then his boxers, and finally, his penis. It sprang forth, formidable in its size, the girth almost intimidating, the length impressive, veins prominent like rivers on a map. It was a sight that would make any novice like Mia pause.

Her hesitation did not go unnoticed. Bella scoffed, her irritation palpable. "Really, Mia? It's not rocket science. You open your mouth, you take it in." 

Mrs. Hargrove, ever the overseer, added, "We need to ensure you can handle the demands of the family. Many have...specific needs."

Mia, with a gulp, leaned forward. Her tongue tentatively flicked out, touching the head of Steve's impressive member. Her lips parted, and she took him into her mouth, the salty tang of his skin overwhelming her senses. Steve let out a low groan, his hand instinctively reaching to cup her head.

"Good, now use your hand," Bella instructed, her voice condescending. "Stroke what you can't fit in your mouth."

Mia began to move her head back and forth, her hand wrapping around the base of Steve's shaft. Her eyes were closed, trying to focus on the task at hand, her inexperience making her movements somewhat clumsy.

Mrs. Hargrove spoke over the wet sounds filling the room. "The Harringtons expect discretion and satisfaction in all matters. You must learn to adapt swiftly."

Then, without warning, Steve's body tensed. Mia felt the sudden change in pressure, and before she could react, a stream of warm liquid filled her mouth. It was not the taste of pre-cum but something else entirely. Steve's penis flexed, throbbed with each pulse of his bladder, his groan one of relief as the stream hit Mia's throat, causing her to cough slightly, pee escaping from her lips.

Bella was quick to react, grabbing Mia by the hair, forcing her to look up into Steve's eyes. "Look at him, let him see you take it all."

The stream seemed endless, hot and forceful, filling Mia's senses with its intensity. Finally, it subsided, but Steve's erection had not diminished. Mia, still under Bella's firm grip, continued her task, now more accustomed to the size.

Bella, with a cruel twist of her lips, asked, "Mrs. Hargrove, may I?"

Mrs. Hargrove nodded, her expression indifferent. "Go ahead."

Bella approached, slipping off her shoes, her legs now bare. She positioned herself slightly to the side of Mia, her perfectly manicured hands pulling down her already lowered garments. "You're doing well, Mia. Now, let's make this even more...educational."

As Steve's moans grew louder, his climax approaching, Bella relieved herself. The sound of her stream hitting Mia’s face added to the sensory overload. 

Then, with a sudden intensity, Steve's body tensed. He grunted, his voice deep and guttural as he released. The first rope of cum was thick, hitting the back of Mia's throat, forcing her to swallow reflexively. The second painted her face in a warm, milky line, followed by another, and another. Each spurt was voluminous, covering her breasts, her cheeks, dripping from her chin. It was an eruption, a testament to his arousal, an overwhelming display that left Mia gasping, her face a canvas of his pleasure.

The room was filled with the heavy breathing of Steve, the faint sound of dripping, and the overpowering scent of sex and submission. Mia, still on her knees, was a picture of initiation, her body marked, her mind reeling from the experience, yet she continued, her lips wrapped around Steve, her hands now more confident in their rhythm.

Steve, after his intense climax, leaned back, his breathing slowing down, but the session was far from over. Mia, still kneeling, felt the weight of her new reality settling upon her. Her lips, slick with remnants of Steve's release, continued their work, her hands now slick with a mixture of saliva and cum.

Mrs. Hargrove watched with a clinical eye, while Bella, having relieved herself, adjusted her clothing, her expression one of mild amusement mixed with impatience.

Suddenly, Steve shifted, his body tensing once more. "I need to go again," he muttered, a mix of apology and embarrassment in his tone.

Bella, with her usual sharpness, commanded, "Keep going, Mia. You need to get used to every aspect."

Mia, eyes wide with a mix of fear and determination, did not stop. Her mouth was still around him when Steve's bladder released again. This time, she was more prepared, though the volume was still surprising. The stream hit with less force but seemed endless. Mia's cheeks puffed out, her throat working to swallow, her eyes tearing from the effort.

Just then, the door creaked open. Three girls, all servants, entered, their faces a mix of curiosity and smugness. They were known around the estate for their playful cruelty and their status as the 'family favorites' of the servant hierarchy.

"Look who's having a rough first day," one of them giggled, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Mrs. Hargrove, can we join in?" another asked, her tone almost innocent if not for the gleam in her eye.

Mrs. Hargrove nodded, her voice detached. "Ensure she learns. Use her as you see fit."

The first girl, with dark hair and a mischievous smirk, stepped forward. "Move over, Steve, it's our turn for some fun."

Mia, still dealing with Steve, was momentarily pulled away by the second girl, who positioned her sitting on the floor, legs spread apart. "Stay still," she ordered, her voice firm for someone who was barely 19 years old.

The third girl, with a playful bounce in her step, looked over at Bella. "Can I try what you did?"

"Go ahead," Bella replied, watching with interest.

The girl, barely containing her excitement, positioned herself over Mia, her skirt hitched up, revealing her own groomed intimacy. "This is for your education, Mia," she said, though the mockery was clear.

The warm stream from the girl hit Mia's belly, running down her sides, pooling slightly on the carpet. The sensation was shocking, a mix of humiliation and a strange, unwanted intimacy.

The second girl, not to be outdone, approached next. "I've got something else for you." She knelt, her face close to Mia's, breath hot against her cheek. "You're going to clean me now."

Mia, understanding the unspoken command, leaned forward, her tongue tentatively reaching out. The taste was sharp, the act alien, yet she performed, her mind numb to the degradation, focused only on surviving this initiation.

Meanwhile, the first girl watched, then decided to join in. "Let's see how well you handle multitasking," she said, standing over Mia, forcing her to adjust her position to accommodate another stream, this one aimed at her chest.

Steve, having finished his second release, watched with a mix of awe and discomfort. "That's enough, isn't it?" he asked, looking to Mrs. Hargrove for some semblance of order.

Mrs. Hargrove finally intervened, her voice cutting through the room's charged atmosphere. "That will do for now. Mia, you are dismissed to clean up."

Mia, soaked, humiliated, yet oddly relieved at the end of this ordeal, sat on the cold marble floor of Mrs. Hargrove's office. Her initiation into the secretive, bizarre world of Harrington Hall was finally complete.

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Chapter 4: Cleansing

The room echoed with the sound of zippers and the rustle of fabric as Steve and the three other servants dressed themselves, their laughter and chatter filling the space with a lightness that contrasted starkly with Mia's inner turmoil. 

As they left, their footsteps fading down the corridor, Mia looked up at Bella, her eyes wide with a silent, desperate plea for relief. Her skin felt sticky and cold, her muscles ached from the tension, and her spirit was weary from the degradation she had endured.

Bella, with her usual poise, met Mia's gaze but remained silent, letting the moment stretch until Mrs. Hargrove spoke.

“Mia, do you understand now the breadth of your responsibilities here at Harrington Hall?” Mrs. Hargrove's voice was as cold as the marble Mia was seated on.

Mia nodded, her voice barely a whisper, “Yes, Mrs. Hargrove.”

“You are not just a servant here, but a vessel of service, expected to fulfill every request, no matter how unconventional. Your discretion, your obedience, and your readiness are paramount. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand,” Mia confirmed, her voice steadier now, though her heart was still a battlefield of emotions.

“Very well,” Mrs. Hargrove said, dismissing her with a wave of her hand. “Bella, take her to clean up. And remember, Mia, this is just the beginning.”

Bella stepped forward, her heels clicking on the floor like a metronome to Mia’s heartbeat. “Come, let’s get you washed up. You’ve got dinner service in an hour.”

Mia rose, her legs unsteady, following Bella out of the office. The corridor felt endless, the walls adorned with portraits of stern-faced ancestors, their eyes seemingly following her. The walk to the servant quarters was silent, Bella leading with an air of efficiency.

Upon reaching the communal bathroom, Bella gestured towards the showers. “In you go. And remember, cleanliness is part of your duty.”

Mia stripped off the remnants of her soiled clothes, feeling the weight of the day lift slightly as she stepped under the hot spray of the shower. The water was a shock to her system, warm and cleansing, washing away not just the physical marks of her ordeal but also the layers of shame and confusion.

Bella stood by the door, her gaze unwavering. “Don’t take too long. We need to prepare you for service.”

The steam rose around Mia, fogging the glass, giving her a moment of privacy. She scrubbed her skin until it was pink, the soap creating a lather that smelled of lavender, a stark contrast to the odors that had clung to her. She washed her hair, her fingers working through the strands, trying to erase the memory of hands in her hair, of the indignities she had faced.

As she turned off the water, the steam began to clear, and Bella’s silhouette became more defined through the glass. Mia stepped out, wrapping herself in a thin towel provided by the estate, the fabric rough against her now clean skin.

Bella handed her a fresh uniform, crisp and smelling of starch. “Dry off and dress. We serve dinner at six sharp. The Harringtons expect perfection in every detail, even from their staff.”

Mia nodded, her movements automatic as she dried off, her mind replaying the events, her resolve firming. She dressed in silence, the uniform feeling like armor against the world she was stepping into. As she smoothed out the fabric, she glanced at herself in the mirror, her reflection now clean, her eyes holding a new kind of fire—one of survival and slow-building defiance.

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Chapter 5: A Moment of Respite

Mia stood before the old, cracked mirror in the servants' bathroom, her hands trembling slightly as she applied a thin layer of makeup. Her reflection was a stark contrast to the earlier chaos; her skin was clean, her hair now neatly tied back, but her eyes still held a trace of the day's shock. Bella watched from a corner, her gaze piercing, as if she could see through to Mia’s very soul.

The shrill ring of Bella’s cellphone cut through the silence, causing Mia to jump. Bella answered, her voice clipped. “Yes, Mrs. Hargrove?”

Mia listened, her heart pounding with each word Bella spoke. 

“Dinner service? Delayed by two hours? Understood.” Bella hung up, her expression unchanged. She turned to Mia, her voice dripping with condescension. “Well, it seems you have a brief reprieve, Mia. The family has decided to delay dinner. You are to rest in your bunk until then. Try not to get into any trouble.”

Mia nodded, her reply soft, almost inaudible. “Yes, Bella. Thank you.”

Bella's eyes narrowed slightly, perhaps sensing Mia’s need for approval. “Remember, you’re here to serve, not to be coddled. Use this time wisely.”

As Bella's heels clicked away, leaving a trail of authority and perfume, Mia exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She gathered her courage and stepped out into the corridor of the servants' quarters.

The quarters were a stark contrast to the opulence of the main house. The walls were a faded green, peeling in places, with the occasional dim light casting long shadows. The floor was scuffed wooden planks that creaked underfoot, and the air was thick with the scent of old wood and the faint aroma of laundry soap from the nearby laundry room. The quarters were functional, not designed for comfort but for the efficient housing of staff. Rows of bunk beds lined the walls, each with a small trunk at the foot for personal belongings. Old, mismatched curtains on the windows attempted to offer privacy.

Mia walked past several servants, some lounging, others reading or sewing, each lost in their own world yet all bound by the same indenture of service. She found her bunk, a simple metal frame with a thin mattress, where her small suitcase sat on the floor beside it.

As she sat, the mattress dipping under her weight, a soft voice came from above. “Hey, you must be Mia.”

Mia looked up to see a young woman peering down from the top bunk. Her face was delicate, with large, doe-like eyes that seemed too innocent for this place. Her hair, a cascade of light brown curls, framed her face, giving her an almost ethereal beauty.

“I’m Eve, your bunkmate,” she continued, her voice gentle, carrying the same timidity Mia felt. “I...I was hired just before you.”

Mia smiled, her first genuine smile of the day. “Nice to meet you, Eve. I guess we’re in this together now.”

Eve descended the ladder with a grace that belied her nervousness, sitting beside Mia. Her uniform was slightly too large, as if she hadn't yet grown into her role or perhaps into her own body. She wrapped her arms around her knees, a protective gesture. “It’s not so bad here, once you get used to it. It’s just... different.”

Mia nodded, feeling a kinship with Eve, a shared vulnerability. “How did you end up here?”

Eve glanced around, ensuring they were somewhat secluded, before lowering her voice. “My family, like yours, I guess, needed the money. I was studying art, but... well, life has other plans sometimes.”

Mia listened, her own story not far from Eve’s. As they talked, the dim lighting of the quarters seemed to soften, the harshness of the environment momentarily forgotten in the comfort of finding a kindred spirit. They spoke of home, of family, of the dreams they had to put on hold. 

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Chapter 6: Echoes of Whispers

Mia and Eve sat close, their voices low, a private world carved out in the corner of the servant quarters. The ambient noise of the others around them was a distant hum, allowing their conversation to flow like a gentle stream.

"You mentioned you were studying art?" Mia asked, her tone curious yet hushed.

Eve nodded, her eyes lighting up for a moment. "Yeah, painting mostly. There was something about capturing the world on canvas that made everything else disappear for a while. What about you? Were you in school?"

"I was," Mia replied, her fingers playing with the edge of her uniform. "I was hoping to study nursing. I've always wanted to help people, especially since my dad got sick."

"That's beautiful," Eve said sincerely. "I guess we both ended up here to help our families."

"Seems like it," Mia agreed, a small smile on her lips. "What's... what's it like living here? With the Harringtons?"

Eve's expression shifted, a shadow passing over her features. "It's... complicated. The mansion is beautiful, like something out of a storybook, but it's also... demanding."

Mia hesitated, then gathered her courage. "Have you... heard about the duties we're supposed to perform? The ones Mrs. Hargrove talked about?"

Eve's gaze dropped to her hands, now nervously twisting in her lap. "Yeah, I've heard. And... I've seen some things."

"What do you think about them?" Mia pressed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Eve was silent for a long moment, her eyes scanning the room to ensure no one was too close. "Honestly, it's terrifying. But it's also our job. We need this. I try not to think about it too much."

Mia felt a lump in her throat. "They... they made me do my initiation today. With Bella and Steve."

Eve's head snapped up, concern etched on her face. "Oh, Mia... I'm sorry. Was it awful?"

"It was..." Mia searched for the words, her memories vivid and raw. "Humiliating. They made me do things, things I've never done before. Bella watched like it was some show."

Eve reached out, her hand resting lightly on Mia's arm in a gesture of comfort. "I heard Bella can be like that. She's... she's tough."

Mia nodded, her eyes moist. "She's so beautiful but so cruel. I felt like I was just some object they were testing."

"Most of the girls here," Eve whispered, "they've adapted. They've made peace with it, or at least they act like they have. It's not safe to voice any discomfort. You could end up losing your job or worse."

Mia looked at Eve, a mix of fear and solidarity in her eyes. "So, we just... do it? Without question?"

Eve sighed, her shoulders slumping. "That's what they expect. We're here to serve, and the Harringtons, they have their ways. But," she paused, her voice softening, "we can still find moments like this, moments to be real with each other."

Mia took a deep breath, finding comfort in Eve's words. "Thank you, Eve. For talking with me, for understanding."

Eve squeezed her arm gently. "We're in this together now, Mia. We look out for each other."

Mia leaned in closer, her voice a whisper of disbelief as she recounted Bella's explanation. "She said we have to clean up after the Harringtons, even if they relieve themselves outside the bathrooms. Is that... is that really how it works?"

Eve nodded, her expression solemn. "Yes, it's true. The Harringtons, they don't like inconveniences. The son, the daughter, they'll just decide to go wherever they are, usually on the floor. We're expected to clean it up."

Mia's eyes widened. "How often does this happen?"

"Daily," Eve replied, her voice resigned. "Sadie, the daughter, she’s the worst about it. She'll just squat and go, no matter where she is, like it's nothing."

Mia shook her head, trying to process this. "And we just... accept this?"

Eve shrugged, a small, sad smile on her lips. "We have to clean every day anyway. This is just... part of it now."

"And what about us?" Mia asked, her confusion growing. "Are we allowed to do the same if we need to?"

Eve looked around, ensuring their privacy before answering. "If we're on duty, we have to find a toilet. Unless, of course, a member of the Harrington family specifically asks us not to."

Mia frowned, "Why would they ask that?"

"Sometimes they like to... watch," Eve admitted, her cheeks coloring slightly. "Or they might want us to do it as part of some game or test. It's all very unpredictable with them."

Mia's mind reeled at the thought. "So, when we're not on duty?"

Eve's gaze dropped, a hint of shame in her eyes. "In the servant quarters, we're allowed to pee wherever we want. It's an unspoken rule. No one uses the bathroom for that."

"Why on earth not?" Mia's voice was a mix of shock and curiosity.

"There's only one toilet here for all of us," Eve explained, gesturing around the crowded room. "The wait can be unbearable, especially when we're not allowed to go during service hours. A few months back, Bella was desperate, and there were seven girls ahead of her. She got so frustrated that she made a rule. Now, all of us, except her, have to find other places to go. It ensures she never waits again."

Mia was astounded. "So, we just... what? Pee in corners or something?"

Eve nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Corners, behind furniture, on the floor. We try to be discreet. And at the end of each day, the newest girls, which is now you and me, we clean it all up."

The absurdity of the situation hung between them, the weight of their new reality settling in. The servant quarters, with its close quarters and the constant hum of activity, suddenly felt even more claustrophobic to Mia.

"And that's just how it is?" Mia asked, her voice tinged with a mix of resignation and defiance.

Eve sighed, looking at Mia with a mixture of empathy and acceptance. "That's Harrington Hall for you. It's not just about what you see; it's about what you learn to live with."

Mia sat back, the conversation leaving her mind swirling with questions about dignity, necessity, and the strange hierarchy of this secluded world. They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their shared predicament binding them closer, their conversation a quiet rebellion against the rules that sought to define their existence at Harrington Hall.

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Chapter 7: Lacy's Lesson

Mia, still grappling with the bizarre norms of Harrington Hall, continued her inquiry. "But why would Mrs. Hargrove allow this? Doesn't it—"

Eve cut her off mid-sentence as a statuesque figure approached, her skin glistening with droplets of water, a towel draped negligently over her shoulder. Lacy. Her body was a vision of sculpted beauty, each curve and line accentuated by the dim lighting. Her breasts were full, standing firm and high, her nipples small and pink, the areolas perfectly circular. Her waist cinched in, leading to wide, inviting hips. As she stood there, the light caught the sheen of water on her skin, making her seem almost otherworldly.

Mia's gaze was inadvertently drawn downwards, where Lacy's pussy was indeed as Bella had dictated - freshly shaved, the skin smooth, a slight glisten perhaps from the shower or maybe from the moisture still clinging after her shave, emphasizing her vulnerability yet exuding power.

Lacy noticed the stare and her lips curled into a smirk. "See something you like?" she taunted, her voice dripping with disdain.

Eve, flustered, stuttered out an apology on Mia's behalf. "Lacy, she's new, she didn't mean—"

"Shut up, Eve," Lacy cut her off with a sharp gesture. "You need to get this new girl in check. Can't have her gawking like she's at a show."

Mia's eyes began to well up, the harshness of Lacy's tone and the situation overwhelming her senses. Lacy, noticing the tears, only seemed to revel in the power she held. She glanced around, her gaze landing on the small photograph on the nightstand next to Mia's bunk. It was a picture of Mia and her best friend Sydney, a memory from a happier time. With a casual shrug, Lacy picked it up.

"Here's a lesson in respect," Lacy said, her voice cold. She positioned herself over the photo, her legs spreading slightly, the muscles in her thighs tensing. Then, with a sigh of relief that seemed exaggerated for effect, she released a stream of piss directly onto the photograph. The golden liquid cascaded down, the sound of it hitting the paper filling the air.

Mia watched, her breath catching in her throat, as Lacy controlled the flow, clenching and releasing, each time causing the piss to spray in a more forceful torrent, the droplets scattering like tiny jewels. "Ugh, that feels so fucking good," Lacy commented, her tone mocking. "I guess I really needed to piss."

The photo now lay sodden, the faces of Mia and her best friend Sydney obscured by Lacy’s discarded piss. After what felt like an eternity, Lacy tossed the ruined image back onto the nightstand with a dismissive flick of her wrist.

Lacy then stepped directly in front of Mia, her legs parting to stand on either side of Mia's knees. She locked eyes with Mia, her gaze commanding. "Clean it," she ordered, her voice leaving no room for refusal as she shifted her gaze to her pussy.

Mia, tears threatening to spill, looked desperately at Eve for guidance. Eve, with a resigned look, handed her a thin tissue, which seemed woefully inadequate for the task.

As Mia reluctantly reached forward, Lacy suddenly let loose a final stream, this one aimed directly at Mia. The warm piss hit Mia's clothes, soaking her shirt, running down her legs. The sound was loud, the scent sharp. After about fifteen seconds, the stream dwindled to a trickle.

Lacy, with a triumphant smile, snapped her fingers. "Now, clean me."

Mia tried to use the tissue, but it was already soaked, useless. She looked up helplessly, her shirt now clinging to her skin, wet and heavy.

Lacy's eyes rolled in annoyance. "Pathetic," she muttered. With one swift motion, she grabbed the hem of Mia's shirt. "Use this."

Mia, under the weight of Lacy's expectation and the humiliation of the moment, complied, using her own shirt to wipe away the remnants of piss from Lacy's smooth, still-damp skin. 

Lacy, having asserted her dominance, slipped into her uniform with the grace of someone accustomed to being watched. Her movements were fluid, almost performative as she adjusted her attire, glancing once more at the sodden photograph with a smirk of satisfaction before she strutted away, her heels clicking a staccato rhythm on the wooden floor.

The moment Lacy was out of earshot, Mia's composure shattered. The dam of her emotions burst open, and she began to sob, her body shaking with the release. She leaned into Eve, seeking solace, her head finding a soft cushion against Eve's chest, the warmth of another's presence the only comfort in this harsh environment.

Eve wrapped her arms around Mia, her voice gentle, trying to soothe. "Shh, it's okay, Mia. She's gone now. It's just us."

Mia's tears soaked into Eve's uniform, a mixture of humiliation and despair. "Why?" she managed between sobs. "Why does she get to do this?"

Eve stroked Mia's hair, her touch light and reassuring. "It's just how it is here. Some of them... they've been here too long, or maybe they've just accepted it. But you're new, you're still learning. You'll find your place."

Mia sniffled, attempting to regain some control over her emotions. "I just feel so... so powerless."

"I know, I know," Eve murmured. "But we have to get ready for dinner service. You need to clean up."

Mia pulled back slightly, her face streaked with tears, her shirt clinging to her body with the now-cooling piss. "I have to shower again," she said, her voice thick with the remnants of her crying.

Eve nodded, checking the time with a glance at her wristwatch. "We've got about thirty minutes. Let's go, I'll help you."

Helping Mia to her feet, Eve guided her towards the showers, their steps quick yet quiet, not wanting to draw any more attention. The bath area was a stark reminder of the communal life; the echo of water and the slight chill of the tiles underfoot.

Mia stripped off her wet clothes, her movements mechanical, her mind still reeling from the encounter. The water hit her skin, washing away the physical residue but not the emotional sting. Eve stood by, offering Mia a towel when she was done, her presence a silent support.

"We need to hurry," Eve said softly, handing Mia a fresh uniform. "We'll be okay, Mia. We're in this together."

Mia dressed in silence, her motions slow but steady, the uniform a symbol of both her role and her resilience. As she finished, she looked at herself in the mirror, her reflection showing not just the servant but a girl who was learning to navigate a world where vulnerability was exploited. 

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Chapter 8: Inspection and Introduction

The quietude of the servant quarters was abruptly broken by the authoritative click of high heels against the wooden floor. Mia and Eve, still in the throes of their brief moment of solidarity, snapped their heads up towards the sound. Mrs. Hargrove, with her usual stern expression, entered, followed closely by Bella, whose presence seemed to command the room with just her gaze.

Eve, with a practiced urgency, tugged Mia to her feet, whispering, "Come on, we need to line up for inspection."

The servants, a mix of weary and wary faces, quickly formed a line, standing at attention. Mia, still adjusting her uniform, joined the end, her heart racing from the sudden shift in atmosphere.

Mrs. Hargrove surveyed the line with a critical eye, her voice cutting through the air like a cold wind. "Good evening. Dinner service tonight will commence with the Harrington's guests arriving at seven-thirty. We are to serve an eight-course meal, and I expect each and every one of you to perform flawlessly. No mistakes, no delays."

Her eyes lingered on each servant for a moment, assessing not just their appearance but their readiness. "The first course is a consommé, followed by a seafood platter. Remember, precision in presentation is paramount. The Harrington family values elegance in every detail."

Bella, standing slightly to the side, added in her smooth, commanding tone, "Service must be silent unless spoken to. Anticipate needs, do not wait for requests. And keep your eyes sharp tonight; we have dignitaries among the guests."

Mrs. Hargrove then turned her attention specifically to Mia. "Ah, Miss Smith. Since you are new, let us hope you've been briefed on the expectations. Has anyone had the chance to introduce her to the rules of the house?"

Before anyone could respond, Lacy stepped forward, her voice laced with condescension. "I did, Mrs. Hargrove. I took the liberty of showing Mia around earlier." She glanced at Mia with a smirk, "I made sure she understood how things work around here, the importance of our... protocols."

Mia felt a chill run down her spine at Lacy's words, the hidden mockery in her tone not lost on her. Mrs. Hargrove nodded, seemingly satisfied with the response. "Excellent, Lacy. Miss Smith, I expect you to learn quickly. Tonight is not the night for mistakes."

Turning back to the group, Mrs. Hargrove continued, "Tonight's dinner will test your training. The dining room must be immaculate before the guests arrive. Set the tables with the crystal from the east wing, and the silverware from the west. Flowers are to be fresh, no wilting petals. We serve the wines from the '45 collection, except for the Château Margaux, which is for the main course only."

Bella interjected, "Remember, your movements should be seamless. If you falter, you will be corrected immediately. We cannot afford to tarnish the Harrington name with clumsy service."

Mrs. Hargrove concluded, "Once dinner service is complete, you are to remain discreet and prepared for any after-dinner requests. I trust you all understand the importance of your roles here. Now, disperse and prepare. We have little time."

The air was thick with tension as the servants broke formation, each moving with purpose to their respective duties. Mia stood still for a moment, processing the instructions, the weight of expectation heavy on her shoulders, the day's earlier humiliation still fresh in her mind but now overshadowed by the looming service. 

Eve gave her a reassuring nudge, whispering, "We've got this. Just follow my lead."

Mia and Eve, following the flow of servants out of the quarters, were halted by the stern voice of Mrs. Hargrove calling their names. The sound was like the crack of a whip, freezing them in their tracks. They turned to see Mrs. Hargrove, with Bella and Lacy forming a formidable trio, their expressions ranging from disappointment to barely concealed amusement.

With a subtle gesture, Mrs. Hargrove beckoned them over. The walk towards her felt like an eternity, each step heavy with dread. 

"Lacy here," Mrs. Hargrove began, her voice cold and precise, "has brought to my attention that you, Mia, have failed to meet our grooming standards. Apparently, you neglected to properly shave after your shower."

Bella stepped forward, her eyes narrowing with a mix of anger and impatience. "This is unacceptable, Mia. We went over this during your initiation. You are to maintain the highest level of personal hygiene at all times. How do you expect to serve if you cannot follow simple instructions?"

Mrs. Hargrove's gaze was steely as she commanded, "Eve, remove her skirt and panties. We will inspect this matter immediately."

Eve, her face a canvas of anxiety and apology, knelt before Mia. She mouthed 'I'm sorry' silently to Mia, her hands trembling as she gently grasped the hem of Mia's skirt. The fabric slid down, revealing Mia's slender legs, pale and smooth, leading to her delicate, slightly curved hips. Her panties, modest and plain, were next, and as they fell, Mia's vulnerability was exposed. Her skin, where the sun never touched, was a shade lighter, her pubic area showing a hint of new growth, the fine, golden hairs a stark contrast to the smooth skin Bella had demanded.

Bella's voice cut through the tension. "Eve, run your fingers across her mound. Tell us what you feel."

Eve, fighting back tears, her own emotions swirling with the task at hand, complied. Her fingers, soft and hesitant, traced the area, her touch causing Mia to shiver slightly. "There are... prickles," Eve whispered, her voice breaking.

The revelation seemed to ignite a fire within Mrs. Hargrove. "This is intolerable, Mia! You are here to serve, not to disgrace the standards of this household with your negligence. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Mia, mortified and silent, could only shake her head, the tears beginning to well up.

Lacy, seizing the moment, suggested with a sycophantic smile, "Perhaps Mia and Eve could be on bathroom duty tonight during the dinner service. As a reminder to all of us about the importance of our roles."

Mrs. Hargrove's face split into a grin, more of a grimace. "An excellent idea, Lacy." She turned to Mia, "Do you understand what that entails, Mia?"

Mia, through her tears, shook her head, her voice a mere whisper, "No, Mrs. Hargrove."

Bella took over, her tone dripping with condescension. "When a servant is on bathroom service, they don't just clean toilets. They become the toilet. You will serve as a human receptacle for the relief of the Harringtons and their esteemed guests. Do you grasp the gravity of this punishment?"

The room seemed to close in around Mia as she absorbed Bella's words. Her face, once flushed with embarrassment, now paled with horror. Her voice was barely audible as she confirmed, "Yes, Mrs. Hargrove, we will do it."

Mrs. Hargrove, with one last penetrating gaze at Mia's exposed state, turned to Bella. "Ensure they get to the service room promptly and take up their bathroom duties. I want no delays tonight."

Turning to Lacy, her voice softened slightly in approval. "You did well in reporting this, Lacy. Such diligence is commendable."

As Mrs. Hargrove's footsteps receded, the room seemed to expand back to its normal size, but the atmosphere remained heavy. Bella, with her usual sharpness, commanded Eve, "Pull her up, now. We don't have all day."

Eve, with a mixture of relief and sadness, gently helped Mia back into her undergarments and skirt, her movements tender despite the urgency of the situation.

Bella then focused on Mia and Eve, her voice a blend of condescension and authoritative instruction. "Listen carefully. Bathroom duty isn't just about cleaning up after them. When you're on duty, you are the bathroom. The Harringtons and their guests, they're not like normal people. They don't just pee; they flood. Their bladders are like reservoirs, and they expect relief on demand. Your job is to accommodate this without question. If they need to go, you position yourself, mouth open, eyes down, and you take it all. Understand?"

Mia swallowed hard, nodding, her eyes still moist with tears.

Lacy, her voice dripping with an explicit delight, elaborated, "And after they've finished, you clean them. For the women, you use your tongue to lick them clean, from the delicate tip of the clitoris down to the last drop on their inner thighs. Then, you dry them with a tissue. Make sure you're thorough; any moisture left could be seen as negligence."

"For the men," Lacy continued, her tone almost seductive, "you take their penis into your mouth, ensuring every trace of piss is gone. You clean the tip with your tongue, delicately, like savoring a rare delicacy. And if they get hard, well, that's your fault for not being quick enough. It's your duty to finish what you started; you let them cum in your mouth."

Bella interjected, her voice cold, "Some will get aroused. It's inevitable. And if they do, you do not stop until they are satisfied. You are here to serve in every capacity. Pleasure is just another form of service here."

With their instructions delivered, Bella turned to leave, her heels clicking away. Lacy, however, lingered for a moment, her eyes glinting with malice. As she passed by Mia, she spat directly onto her face, the saliva landing with a wet slap. "Remember who owns you here," she sneered, her laughter echoing as she followed Bella out.

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Chapter 9: The Night's Degradation

Mia and Eve stood frozen as they watched Bella and Lacy exit, the sound of their laughter fading into the corridor. Eve's hand was gentle as she reached up, wiping away the spit from Mia's cheek with the edge of her sleeve. "We should go," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur, laced with resignation.

They moved through the servant quarters, each step heavier than the last, the weight of their punishment pressing down upon them. The corridor seemed endless, the walls adorned with old portraits that seemed to judge them for their impending humiliation.

As they entered the service room, the air was thick with the scents of perfumes and the underlying stench of what was to come. The room was set up like a luxurious restroom, but instead of toilets, there were two cushioned seats with a drain beneath, designed for human use. The thought made Mia's stomach churn.

The first guest to enter was an elderly gentleman, with silver hair and a cane. He approached Mia with a look of indifference. "You there, girl," he commanded without looking at her face. "I need relief. Now."

Mia knelt, her heart pounding, her mouth opening as he unbuttoned his trousers. His penis was small, wrinkled, the skin loose, as he positioned himself over her. The stream started, strong for his age, a warm gush that felt like it would never end. It filled her mouth, the taste bitter, the sound of his relief oddly loud in the quiet room. When he was done, he simply turned away, leaving Mia to clean herself.

Next was a young woman, perhaps in her early twenties, with dark hair and a haughty demeanor. She wore a gown that shimmered under the light. She approached Eve, lifting her dress to reveal a shaved mound, the skin smooth, almost glistening. "Make it quick," she said, her voice sharp. Eve positioned herself, her tongue working delicately around the girl's folds, ensuring every drop was swallowed and cleaned, the taste of her different, more acrid than the man's.

The night continued in a blur of guests. A middle-aged woman with a thick bush of black hair, her pee coming in short, powerful bursts, made Eve cough as she tried to keep up. Then came a group of college aged boys, their laughter echoing off the walls. They were cruel in their youth, one with a surprisingly large, erect penis, thick and veined, slapped it against Mia's face, the tip leaving a smear across her cheek before he relieved himself, his stream was thick, the pressure evident as it seemed to last forever.

"You like that, don't you?" he taunted, his voice breaking with arrogance. "Clean it now, make sure it's spotless."

Mia, with tears in her eyes, took him into her mouth, her tongue circling the head, tasting the saltiness of his skin mixed with the remains of his piss. Her task was not just to clean but to ensure his satisfaction, and as he hardened further, she felt the inevitable pulse, his release hot and sudden in her mouth.

The cycle repeated with different guests: a girl with a sparse dusting of pubic hair, her stream playful, almost teasing as she aimed it at Eve's face; an older man with a girthy, though flaccid, member, his urine coming in a steady, almost endless flow; a couple who decided to use Mia and Eve simultaneously, their combined sounds and sensations overwhelming.

Through it all, the room filled with the sounds of liquid on flesh, the occasional satisfied sigh or grunt from the guests, and the soft, suppressed sobs of Mia and Eve. They worked with mechanical precision, their minds detached, focusing on the task to escape the reality of their degradation.

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Chapter 10: The Harrington Special

Mia and Eve sat in the quiet aftermath, the room's opulence now a backdrop to their shared ordeal. Eve was trying to compose herself, her face a mask of cum and her hair clumped with piss, when Mia reached over with a tissue, helping her wipe away the mess. They both worked in silence, their movements mechanical, preparing for the next wave of degradation.

The door swung open with a suddenness that made both girls jump, revealing a brother and sister, their laughter and flushed faces indicating they had indulged in the evening's festivities. Their attire screamed wealth and privilege, with the brother wearing a tailored suit that fit his form perfectly, and the sister in an elegant gown that shimmered as she moved.

"Ugh, I need to go so bad," the sister exclaimed, her voice slurring slightly. She approached Mia and Eve, her gaze haughty. "My brother here, he also needs it desperately. Which one do you want, bro?"

The brother, with a smirk that spoke volumes of his entitlement, eyed both girls before his gaze settled on Mia. "I'll take the new one. I want the 'Harrington Special'."

Mia's eyes darted to Eve, seeking an explanation. Eve leaned closer, her voice a hushed whisper, "He wants to pee inside you... there."

The realization hit Mia like a cold wave, her body tensing as he approached. He began to unbutton his trousers, revealing what could only be described as monstrous. His erection was unlike anything Mia or Eve had seen; it was thick, the girth imposing, veins bulging with his arousal or perhaps the need to relieve himself. The head was bulbous, already glistening with pre-cum or anticipation.

"Spread your legs," he commanded, his voice a mix of excitement and command. Mia complied, her heart racing, the humiliation mixing with a strange, dark curiosity. As he positioned himself, she felt the tip press against her, the pressure increasing as he insisted his way in. Her pussy stretched, accommodating him in a way that was both painful and bizarrely full.

"You better be ready," he said, almost a groan of relief mixed with pleasure. He pushed forward, entering her, and Mia gasped, feeling every inch of him inside her, the sensation alien. Then came the warm flood, an internal stream that filled her, the warmth spreading, the pressure building. It was an odd sensation, the heat of his piss inside her, mixing with the physicality of his presence.

Eve watched, her expression one of silent horror and solidarity, as the sister, not to be left out, moved towards her. "Your turn," she said with a cruel smile, lifting her skirt to reveal her own perfectly groomed pussy. Without further ado, she released, her stream hitting Eve squarely in the chest, the warmth and the force making Eve flinch.

The brother, meanwhile, was not done. His face was a mask of ecstasy and relief, his body tensing as he pulled out slightly, only to thrust back in, the movement causing more of his piss to escape from around his shaft. "You're so tight," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "This is the best part."

Mia's world was reduced to the feeling of him inside her, the fullness, the heat, and then suddenly, a different kind of warmth as he came, his orgasm powerful, filling her further with a different kind of liquid. 

The sister, finishing her own relief, looked down at Eve with disdain. "Clean me," she ordered, stepping closer.

Mia watched, her body still adjusting to the aftermath of the initial violation, as Eve, with a resigned compliance, cleaned the sister's pussy. The sister, her eyes glinting with malice, suddenly released a final, taunting stream of piss directly into Eve's eyes, causing her to wince and blink rapidly. The sister's laughter echoed in the room, sharp and cruel.

Before Mia could even process her friend's ordeal, she felt the brother's presence again, his hands on her hips. "Round two," he whispered with a predatory grin. His erection hadn't waned; if anything, it seemed even more imposing. He thrust back into her, the stretch of her pussy around him now familiar yet still shockingly full.

"You feel that?" he grunted, his movements becoming more urgent. "You're still so tight around me."

Mia, overwhelmed, could only nod, her breath catching with each thrust.

The door opened once more, this time revealing a woman in her late 60’s, her elegance undiminished by age, accompanied by other son and daughter. The woman’s gaze swept over the scene with a detached interest.

"Are you almost done, dear?" she asked her son, her voice smooth and cultured.

"Just about, Mom," he panted, his rhythm not faltering. "She's... she's really something."

His mother gave an approving nod. "Good boy. Don't take too long." She then turned her attention to Eve, who was still recovering from the sister's cruelty. With a casual motion, she adjusted her dress, revealing her own mature, yet well-maintained form, and positioned Eve's face beneath her. "Keep your mouth open, peasant."

Eve, tears in her eyes from the earlier assault, complied, only to be met with an immediate, forceful stream of piss. The women’s bladder seemed endless, the stream potent and unyielding, making Eve gag as she struggled to keep up with the volume.

Meanwhile, the other son approached Mia, his smaller but eager penis already out. "Open up," he commanded, his voice less confident than his brother's. Mia, already full in one place, opened her mouth, and he began to relieve himself, his piss bitter and warm, filling her mouth to the brim.

The sister, not content to be a mere spectator, moved beside her brother, lifting her skirt. "Look at me, not him," she ordered, and with a mischievous grin, she aimed her stream directly at Mia's eyes. The yellow liquid was intense, stinging as it flowed, making Mia squint and blink against the assault.

The brother inside Mia was reaching his peak, his movements becoming erratic. "Here it comes," he warned through gritted teeth, and with a few final thrusts, he released, his cum mixing with his earlier deposit, filling Mia further.

His brother, inspired or perhaps competitive, shifted his aim, his stream now hitting Mia's face, mixing with his sister's piss. He too was finishing, his orgasm triggered by the situation, his cum shooting out in spurts, landing on Mia's face, in her hair, joining his sibling's release.

Their mother, still relieving herself on Eve, looked over with pride. "Well done, both of you. Such strong, noble men."

The sister, finishing her own act, laughed, her voice light and mocking. "Yes, very impressive. Our little playthings are getting quite the show tonight."

 

To be continued…

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Would love feedback if you all have any 🙂

[Zanny44 67]

6 hours ago, root104 said:

Would love feedback if you all have any 🙂

Great imagination very well written. Thankfully for the two young ladies only fiction. 

[Rikki Bare 120]

Awful humiliation. What I am looking for now is for Mia and Eve to get dramatic and destructive REVENGE

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Oooh, very good idea. Might just have to implement that in part 2 🙂