The Voyeurs – Maid Service
“Well, yes, i do have to admit that at
the time, my daughter and I were terrified at what might happen to both of
us. We’d seen the reports, and obviously
were petrified as to what would happen next, but in the end all you could do
was deal with the event and the consequences...”
As Leah Petrie talked to the reporter,
her mind went back to the events of a month before, when she had come close to
ending all this...
“Mum, you
can’t be serious!”
Leah sat back
in her chair and looked at her twenty two year old daughter Hannah. The younger woman was wearing a light brown
sleeveless dress, with a lace trim, and black heels. Like her mother, her long dark hair was cut
in a bob, framing her face.
“Hannah, we
may not have a choice,” Leah said quietly.
In her early fifties, she was wearing a sleeveless dress as well, hers
black with a similar lace trim, and teal leather heels. “Business is getting worse and worse.”
“I can see
that,” Hannah said as she looked at the sheets of paper, “but how much of that
is because we’re not motivating the employees?
In the old days, you went out and worked alongside them, and treated
them fairly. Now, you stay here, we
don’t pay them enough...”
“We can’t
afford to pay them more,” Leah said with a sigh.
“Mum, if we
paid them a decent wage, and didn’t force them to work all the hours God gave
them, they might just stick around!”
“Our cash
flow is dry, Hannah...”
“So sell some
of our stuff,” she said as she looked round the well furnished room, “but us
some time at least to consider new ideas...”
“No, that
won’t work,” Leah said as she put her glasses on the table. “Easier just to shut the firm down for the
moment.”
“Well I don’t
agree – this is screwing over what few workers we have left!”
Their voices
raised, they didn’t hear the sound of the front door opening and closing, or
the footsteps in the corridor outside through the open office door.
“There has
got to be another way Mother.”
“Don’t take
that tone with me Hannah – I’m doing this for our own good!”
“And what
about the workers? You can’t deprive
them their livelihood, can you?”
“Hannah...”
“Your
daughter has a point Mrs Petrie.”
Hannah turned
round at the sound of the female voice, only to stare at the women who were
standing there, wearing boiler suits, gloves and balaclavas over their
heads. Two of them were carrying sawn
off shotguns, and one was using a video camera to film everything.
“Oh fuck,”
Hannah said quietly, as her mother stood up.
“I’ve seen the stories about you lot.”
“Who are
they?”
“Mum, just do
what they say and don’t try to resist them,” Hannah said quietly, “You remember
the story about those tennis players?”
“Oh god,”
Leah said as she gripped the table, “what are you going to do?”
“All in good
time, Mrs Petrie – and your daughter is quite correct. You may start by stripping – both of you.”
“Just do as
they say mum,” Hannah said as she slipped her dress up and over her head,
kicking off her shoes as she did so. As
Leah followed suit, the woman who had already spoken turned to another and said
“disable the alarms and phones, as well as internet access.”
As one of the
masked gang left, their leader looked at Hannah and Leah. “I believe we said to strip,” she said
quietly as the camera was walked round them.
Reluctantly, they both removed their bras and panties, as another gang
member handed them a clothes bag each.
“Your outfits
for today, put them on.”
As Hannah
opened the bag, she looked at the clothes and thought “yeah – ironically
appropriate.” She started by putting on
the black silk panties, and the fishnet stockings, followed by the short black
silk dress. It had a square collar, cut
to show the top of her chest, and puffed short sleeves, with the skirt barely
covering the top of her stockings.
As she pulled
the dress on, her mother was tying the white frilled apron round her waist,
before she put the frilly cap on her head.
To complete the outfit, both women were handed a pair of five inch black
leather pumps with stiletto heels.
They looked
at each other, as their arms were pulled behind their back and their wrists
crossed, Hannah thinking about them as French Maids while chains were wrapped
around their wrists and padlocked in place, then taken around their waists and
fastened with a padlock just below their belly buttons.
“You run a
cleaning firm, Mrs Petrie, so we have decided you should be cleaners during our
visit,” the leader said as another woman went into the large bag the chains had
come from, and took out two large black ball gags.
“Oh no, you can’t
be serious,” Leah said as she saw them, wondering why they had a slot in the
front.
“They are,
Mum,” Hannah said, “please, I don’t want you or me to get hurt.”
“Listen to
your daughter Mrs Petrie,” the woman said as she approached Hannah, whose eyes
suddenly shot open – not in surprise, but as if she had realised something.
“Open wide.”
Hannah
nodded, and whispered “thank you.”
“For what?”
“For giving
me an idea that may save this business.”
Nodding, the
woman pushed the large black ball into Hannah’s mouth, but as she buckled the
straps around her head she whispered “we have to do this, but in your case, I
apologise. We heard you arguing for your
workers, and we appreciate that, but – business is business.”
Hannah nodded
as she got used to the ball between her teeth, watching her mother as she was
gagged in the same way, and chains were wrapped around their upper body,
pinning their arms to their sides as they went above and below their chests. A leather collar was then fastened round
their necks, with a ring at their throats, before long chains were used to
secure their legs together, finishing with a padlock between their ankles.
“Now then, as
I said, you are cleaners,” the leader said as they watched the video camera
going round them, “so you should clean.”
Two feather dusters were produced, Hannah groaning as one was attached
to her ball gag in the slot. Her mother
also had one attached, as the armed women made them jump out into the corridor.
“So, start
cleaning,” the leader said, watching as they started to try to dust the
ornaments and shelves in the main room with the dusters. As they moved round the room, the masked intruders
followed, from time to time smacking their bottoms with their gloved hands,
particularly when they bent over to dust low tables and shelves.
Hannah was
trying the best she could, hoping and praying this was as far as it would go,
but as they moved from room to room, she found herself getting aroused by her situation. Each new smack seemed to make her feel warm
rather than hurt, damp rather than shocked – and as she looked over at her
mother, something in her eyes told her she was beginning to feel the same
thing.
After what
seemed like an eternity, the leader said “not bad for a pair of French Maids –
but I think you need some further discipline.”
“Whtdumnnn,”
Leah panted as she looked over, a thin line of drool running down her cheek.
“Back to the
office,” was the reply as their bottoms were smacked continuously, Hannah
beginning to groan as they were forced to jump in. Once they had entered, the leader turned to
two of the women and said “Get all you can.”
As they
nodded and left, the feather dusters were pulled from Leah and Hannah’s gags,
before Hannah was made to jump over to her mother’s desk, and lean over it
while a chain was padlocked to the ring of her collar.
“Thshpnngg,”
she mumbled as the chain was pulled over the other side of the desk, and she
felt it being attached to her ankles, tightly so that she could barely raise
her head. She watched as Leah was forced
to jump over to the other side of the desk and bend over, her own collar
attached to Hannah’s with a short chain.
She could
feel the skirt of her dress had ridden up, as gloved hands caressed and smacked
the bottoms of both women until they closed their eyes and groaned, Hannah
feeling the warmth and dampness between her legs.
“Of course,”
one of the two armed women said as they put their guns down, “there is a maxim
for French Maids in Bondage.”
The mother
and daughter looked at each other as the other masked woman said “they always
end up getting screwed.”
“Hmgddd,”
Leah said as she felt her panties been pulled down, and turned her head slowly
to see the large strap on the masked woman was wearing.
Hannah knew
how damp she was, how hot she felt, but as the masked woman thrust the dildo
into her passage she screamed out into the ball gag – not a scream of pain, but
of excitement, as she felt the gloved hands around her waist and the intruder
started to thrust in and out. She looked
over at her mother, the other masked woman working her, as they both knew what
was happening, both realised they wanted this – and both began to groan as
their emotional brains took over.
It didn’t
take long for Hannah to start to feel the pleasure building, as she pushed back
as much as she could, forgetting that this was all being filmed, not caring who
could see as her breath came in short pants, her eyes closing as she realised
where she was going, what was happening to her...
“HMMSWRTTLRRDDD!”
It was Leah
who screamed first, shaking as the orgasm hit her, and her daughter soon
followed suit, her eyes closing as she screamed in ecstasy, the two intruders
laughing as they helped them fall over the edge and into the pool of
pleasure...
Eventually,
they felt the devices coming out of them, both women sweating as they looked at
each other. The one who had been filming
started to set up a tripod on Hannah’s side of the desk, as Lean was released
from her daughter and made to stand up.
“Now then,”
the leader said as Leah was made to hop round, the chains rubbing her wet skin
and the padlocks jangling with each hop, “you may now have a better
understanding of how it feels to screw your employees, but we want you to
really learn the lesson – so you’re going to screw you daughter now.”
“Whhh,” Leah
moaned as she was made to stand behind Hannah, and then squealed as a vibrator
was pushed into her damp, dripping passage, her panties pulled back up before
she looked down at the strap on that was been secured around her waist.
“You heard
us,” the leader said as Leah was forced to move forward, Hannah groaning as the
dildo entered her before she felt her legs been chained to her mothers. “Here’s the deal – you can choose to fuck your
daughter or not. If you do, then the
vibrator in you will start to work, as will the one inside the strap-on, and
you will experience pleasure. If not...”
“Fnntt?”
“If not –
then you will receive increasingly large electric shocks. As I say, the choice is yours. But consider the lesson you had today, and
what you are going to do when your insurance claim comes through.”
“We’re
clean,” one of the other women said as she looked in.
“Thank you
for your company, Mrs Petrie, Miss Petrie,” the leader said as she pressed a
button on a small box, and Lean felt the small electric shock in her. She tried to resist, but as the intensity of
the shocks increased, she heard Hannah say “Hgdmmmpls” and started to move back
and forth, the shocks turning into gently increasing vibrations as they both
slowly increased the movement, their groans becoming moans as the camera filmed
the whole thing, the stream going out live...
“Yes, discovering it was on the web
was a bigger shock – and then, when the police finally arrived and freed us, my
daughter Hannah disappeared for two weeks.
“It is true that all publicity is good
publicity however – when she returned, we had enough new contracts for our
revised and rejuvenated cleaning business to become popular and profitable
again,” Leah said as she sat at her desk, Hannah nodding opposite her.
“I am afraid I must end this call
however – I have my staff with me in order to give them a special bonus. I will make one last comment – I really
should thank those Voyeurs for saving our business.”
She listened for a moment more before
saying “It has been a pleasure talking to you as well, and I look forward to
the article.” As one of her workers
ended the call, Leah looked at the other seven employees, all wearing French
Maid outfits – as were Hannah and herself.
The only differences were the chains binding both of them, and the large
ball gag in Hannah’s mouth.
“It was worth every penny you had to
spend, to win those contracts,” Leah said to Hannah, who nodded as her mother
walked round the desk, looking at the strap on that her daughter was wearing,
and hearing the soft buzzing from underneath.
“I owe you all so many apologies for the way I screwed you over before
this, and for your loyalty in moving in this new direction. This, and every Sunday after this, I hope
will go some way towards making up for that.”
The women nodded as Leah had a large
ball gag strapped into her mouth, and then was made to bend over the desk, a
chain from her collar to the ankles, and she felt Hannah come in from behind
her. She nodded, waiting until their
legs were chained, before the device was switched on, and Hannah started to
work her...
An hour later, Hannah was helped out, the
device removed from in front of her and in her, before she was made to hop
round and lean over the desk, her collar attached to her mother’s.
“While it is unusual,” one of the
maids said as she strapped a dildo to herself, another doing the same, “we do
thank you Mrs Petrie. It’s not often
that the workers get to screw the bosses....”
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