Owning a Maid Harem Ch. 36

He snarled as she attacked. Her blades flowed like shadows. His spear became a sword, parrying some of her blows, but others cut through the hide of the white horse. The beast whinnied in pain as its entrails spilled out. It reared and threw the Huntsman before collapsing dead.

"Hit him with fire!" I shouted as my gaze flicked to Deidre. To the Preacher's slutty daughter. One of my maids. "BURN HIM!"

I didn't know which of my maids were behind me, but fires crackled. I threw out my lash of flames at the Huntsman as he stood. He knocked mine back, but others hit him, burning his arms and legs. He marched into the heart of our power.

He was lucky to catch us unaware, but all the maids were here. They all had poured out of their homes. Lashes burned him. From my daughters. From my new sorority slut and stripper. The Huntsman roared in pain.

"For Tabitha!" screamed Kylie.

Water slammed into the Huntsman. One powerful stream, the force of a firehose. Than another. A third. Fourth. The tears of Kylie and her maids manifested as attacks. He staggered beneath the force, steam bursting from the attack.

Daggers flew out, but Bella's maids were there. Mrs. Miles stepped before me, blocking a blow. Opal, Lily, Carla, Felicity, Dalia, and the others were protecting us. The Huntsman swept his shadowy blade, cutting through the fiery lashes that held him.

"I WILL DRIVE MY SPEAR THROUGH ALL YOUR WOMEN!" he roared in fury.

"Will you?" Ms. Docea asked, standing with Asuka and the rest of her Wise-Maids. Wind hurtled from them and seized the mist. It spun around the Huntsman and seized his weapon. They wrenched it out of his grasp and threw it to the side.

My fiery lash struck him about the neck. I gripped the flames and pulled. So did my other maids. Deidre's name screamed in my heart with every beat. The Huntsman's flesh burned. Smoke rose from the wounds.

Master Lance stepped forward.

~~*~~

Lance Hayward

Two of my maids were dead. Fury and grief shook my body as I watched the Huntsman thrashing in the bonds of fire. The water struck him from all sides. He flung out more shadowy daggers. My Concubine-Maids shielded the others.

I advanced on the bastard. He glared at me as the fiery lashes pulled his arms taught. Aunt Nancy and her Slut-Maids were all blazing with heat. The powerful blasts of water spilled mist through the air that was manipulated by Ms. Docea and her Wise-Maids. The harem moved around him. Surrounding him. We all glared with anger at him.

The Seductress wore an amused smile. "Make him hurt, Master. For Tabitha and Deidre."

"Yes!" Aunt Nancy snarled.

"Tabitha," whimpered my sister, her stream of water faltering. They had been best friends all their lives, and now... Now...

The golden lance blazed bright in my hand. The Huntsman flinched at it. I roared and plunged it at his heart. Somehow, the bastard ripped his right arm free of the burning lashes. Flames sputtered around him as he grabbed the haft of my spear and stopped it from piercing his heart. Smoke poured out of his fingers, his hand blackening as he gripped it.

"I have dreamed of this day of killing the Lord of the Hay," he growled, his eyes boring into me. "Nothing will stop me from avenging her. She was my queen, and your ancestor defiled her. Planted those foul twins in her belly."

He shot a glance to Cali, his lips pulling back in fury.

"Whore-spawned bitch!"

Cali stepped up beside me and put her hand on my shoulder. I fought to ram my spear into the bastard's chest as she smiled. Amusement danced across my purple-eyed maid's expression. The Huntsman pushed my spear back an inch.

"Fuck," I growled, struggling to impale him.

"Mother was the Lord of the Hay's whore," Cali cooed. I had never heard such pleasure in her voice even when she climaxed on my cock. She gloated. "Your Queen told me there was no greater ecstasy than having the Lord of the Hay's lance plunge into her flesh."

The Huntsman's bellowed on fury. His other arm ripped from of the flames. A fist slammed into my face and threw me onto my back. Maids shouted around me. Shadowy daggers flew from the Huntsman down at me as Aunt Nancy shouted in fury.

The Seductress flowed before me and blocked the blades. She screamed in pain as some of the struck her body. She dropped to her knees before me, golden blood spilling from her wounds. Her blonde hair flew behind her as she attacked him.

A shadowy sword appeared in his hand as the maids struggled to grab him with flames. Fresh fiery lashes seized him. Water slammed into him and wind swirled. He didn't care. His fury had given him such strength. He knocked aside all of the Seductress's blades and grabbed her by the throat.

He choked her and lifted her from the ground. I scrambled to my feet as he threw her to the side. She crashed into Heather, Abigail, and a blonde maid in pigtails I didn't recognize. The seductress bowled them all over.

The Huntsman lunged at me, ripping free of the flaming lashes.

"Master!" Bella shouted as she, Felicity, and Dalia appeared before me with their stone shields. The Huntsman's sweeping sword crashed into their defenses.

He snarled and swung his blade in powerful blows, crashing into their stone shields. Dalia staggered, hers cracking beneath the force. He struck her again, knocking her back. Bella glanced back at me, holding hers before me.

"Master!" she said. "Lance!"

I understood.

Bella and Felicity stepped to the side, forming an opening. They blocked the next attack as I thrust my golden spear forward between the maids. My weapon buried into the Huntsman's chest. He snarled in pain as golden light shined beneath his skin.

Then he grabbed the haft and pulled on it, shoving more of the weapon into his chest and yanking me toward him. I stumbled between my maids, caught off-guard by the move. He slammed his head down at me, goring me with his antlers.

Pain exploded across my face. In my eye. Darkness engulfed the left side of my vision. I stumbled back, holding a hand over my left eye. Blood spurted out from it. Agony shot down the ocular nerve. I weathered it, my lance buried in his chest.

"Cali!" I roared as my maids grabbed him with their flaming lashes. The Seductress marched up, bleeding in a half-dozen places, her swords ready. "Bind him!"

"By the Ancient Oath, I bind thee, Huntsman!" Cali snarled, her voice full of even more glee than the last two times she had spoken the words. The golden garter around her thigh glowed bright. A golden chain surged from it to the glowing crack in the air. "With the salt that plants vitality in the earth! The rhythm of life that spreads the heat of passion! The breath of soul that speaks truths! And the saliva that spills like rain upon the world. I bind thee, Huntsman!"

My spear buried in the monster's chest burst into chains. They wrapped around the Huntsman's body, yanking his arms into his side. Blood dripped from his antlers. My blood. He snarled in pain as he glared at me.

"I will not be imprisoned!" he roared. He strained against the chains, his arms flexing. Beneath the linens he wore, his muscles bulged. "I will not submit!"

I grinned at him, taking such satisfaction in it. "I don't require your submission."

"I BIND THEE, HUNTSMAN!" Cali roared, the room shaking with the power of her voice.

Shadows burst from her, forming into wings extending from her back. Her purple eyes blazed with delighted power. The golden light about the Huntsman squeezed about him. He roared as the chains crushed his body, pulling him down and down into his prison. The golden light flared blight, blinding me.

Everyone shouted against the brilliance. I raised a hand against it.

When it faded, a painting hovered in the air of the Huntsman on his white steed charging through the forest. Dark hounds raced around him, all of them snarling as they chased their prey. In the background, a woman peered out from behind a tree, a crown on her head.

The painting dropped to the floor, its gilded frame quivering. It fell onto its back. The sound echoed through the room. There was no other noise for a dozen heartbeats, then my sister burst into mournful sobs.

She ran to Tabitha's body and hugged her friend, sobbing over her.

~~*~~

Nancy Heres

It was over. My niece sobbed over the body of her friend as I found myself drifting to Deidre's body. She lay on her belly, her head to the side, shock on her face. I knelt and turned her over. I closed her eyes and kissed her brow.

"Rest in peace," I whispered to the preacher's daughter. "You served your Lord and Master well."

Tears burned in my eyes, but they didn't fall. I rose as the other Slut-Maids moved in, even the two new ones who didn't know here. They didn't have to know her since they were just like her. Maids ready to do their duty for their owner.

"Manacle me, Mistress," the Seductress said. She staggered up to me, golden blood spilling down her body. She had stepped between Master Lance and death.

"Manacle you?" I asked in surprise.

"I can't be trusted." Her black eyes met mine. "Please, Mistress, it's dangerous to let me be unrestrained."

I almost snorted. "I think you can be trusted," I said. "You saved our Master's life, but..." I didn't have the strength to argue. "Izzy, fetch the manacles. Take some others with you to be safe."

"Y-yes, Mom," Izzy said, wrenching her gaze from Deidre. Tears spilled down my youngest daughter's cheeks. Her nose ring gleamed as she turned and left.

Kylie's ragged sobs drew my attention. My sister hugged her now, rocking her. My poor niece. And my Master-Nephew didn't look much better. He stared from Tabitha's to Deidre's bodies with a stunned expression on his face.

Bella slid her arm around his waist and leaned against him.

~~*~~

Lance Hayward

Sometime later, Bella led me back upstairs. She guided me to a chair in the living room and pushed me down on it. She said something about getting me a drink. I just nodded. I couldn't believe it. Two of my maids dead. Killed before I could even come to their rescue. Cali's anger shook me. The Huntsman had invaded our realm because I had gone to the Otherworld.

I had breached the Hay and weakened it. Was this my fault?

"Daddy," Chantelle whimpered. My newest Maid-Daughter, the one I had been about to deflower. Things had been so joyous, then...

She straddled me, resting her head on my shoulder. Her naked body pressed against mine. Her big breasts pressed into my chest, as soft as our mother's. I stroked her back as her black hair spilled over my chest. She sobbed.

"I can't believe Tabitha's gone, Master-Daddy," she whispered. "I remember her coming over all the time. Since they were so young. They had tea parties together and dressed up like princesses for Halloween."

"How...?" I trailed off. Of course, Chantelle had Mom's memories.

"Now they're gone," my Daughter-Maid whimpered.

"They're gone," I said, stroking her back. "They're gone, and we're alive."

My daughter kissed at my neck. Her lips were so warm. So comforting. She kissed lightly up my neck to my jawline. She moved over to my lips. She kissed me right on the mouth. I groaned as she did that, fire burning in me.

I wanted to feel so alive.

I needed to feel the warmth of love and passion. To remind myself of life. My Daughter-Maid quivered on my lap. So nubile. Her lips on mine grew more and more passionate. She kissed me with more and more love.

She needed this as much as I did. I kissed her with all that I had, my hands gripping her rump. I kneaded her ass. I loved the feel of her butt-cheeks between my hands. She had such a supple ass. It was so much fun to squeeze and massage.

She groaned as I did that. She squirmed on me as I made out with her. My cock was at full mast. I was naked. I hadn't bothered to get dressed when I charged out into danger. I just cared about saving my women. They had been in trouble, so I had rushed out to fight for them.

To defend them from danger.

Chantelle broke the kiss and whispered, "Daddy!"

"Chantelle," I groaned, my Daughter-Maid reaching down between us and grabbing my cock and raising it. She pressed me into the folds of her bush. I groaned at the feel of her rubbing me up and down her furred muff. She pressed me against her pussy. "Are you ready?"

"I need you, Master-Daddy," she whimpered. "I love you!"

"I love you, too," I groaned as she pressed her hymen against the crown of my dick.

I groaned as she pushed down on me with all her cute might. With a gasp, her maidenhead tore. Her cherry popped, and my daughter's deflowered pussy sank down my cock. Slowly. She whimpered, her big boobs rubbing on my chest as she took more and more of my cock.

"Oh, Master-Daddy," she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Oh, Master-Daddy, that's just so good!"

"It is," I groaned as I loved her pussy sliding down and down my dick. "You're so good at that, honey. Just so amazing at that!"

She smiled at me as she bottomed out in me. "I love you, Master-Daddy!"

I needed to hear that. She loved me. They all loved me, even Tabitha and Deidre.

Chantelle kissed me with passion. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. She might be a virgin, but she had our mother's memoirs of making love to me. My daughter knew what I liked. I shuddered as she clenched her pussy around my cock and slowly slid up me.

I shuddered on the chair as she did that. It was exquisite having her working her pussy up me like that. I groaned into her mouth, enjoying every last second of her pussy squeezing about me. She held me tight. It was fantastic.

She sank down me just as slowly. She didn't ride me fast. No, no, she took her time. She made love to me with that sweet, deflowered pussy. I groaned into my daughter's lips, my hands kneading her rump. I squeezed her butt-cheeks.

She broke the kiss and sighed, "Master-Daddy!"

"My delicious Chantelle," I panted.

She smiled, her blue eyes twinkling. I grinned back at her, savoring the comfort of her silky pussy. This was just such a wondrous moment to enjoy. I loved having her working her cunt up and down my cock. She gripped me. Massaged me. She knew what she was doing.

It was fantastic having her ride me like that. She plunged her cunt down my cock and slid back up me. She squeezed so hard around my dick. It was an amazing sensation having her do that. I loved it so much. I shuddered in delight at her silky grip.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I groaned. "Chantelle!"

"Mmm, Master-Daddy," she purred. "You're as big and as wonderful as Mommy remembers."

I grinned at her as she worked her pussy up and down my cock. "So your mother has fond memories of my cock."

"Such fond ones, Master-Daddy!"

She plunged her pussy down me, riding me faster now. I groaned at that sweet and silky massage working up and down my cock. She gripped me with her hot flesh, swelling me toward another climax. I would have a huge one. Just flood her with so much passion.

I would pump her full of all my cum. I loved the way my Daughter-Maid rode me. She worked her cunt up and down my dick. She squeezed about me. I shuddered at the heat of her doing that. She massaged me with such silky passion.

"Yes, yes, yes, Master-Daddy!" Chantelle moaned. "I'm going to have such fond memories of your cock, too!"

"Yes, you will," I groaned, loving her cunt sliding up and down my cock. "Damn, that's good. Just work that pussy up and down my dick like that!"

"Yes, Master-Daddy!" the naughty Daughter-Maid cooed.

Her pussy worked up and down me faster and faster. She held me tight with that hot snatch. She gripped me with her silky flesh. The pressure to erupt grew and grew. I wanted to fill her pussy up with all my cum. Just spurt all my jizz into her.

She gasped as she rode me, her black hair spilling around her face. She squeezed her cunt down around me. Her silky massage was amazing. Such a delight to treasure. I gripped her rump as I hurtled toward my climax.

"Master-Daddy!" she moaned, her butt-cheeks clenching beneath my hands.

"Cum on your daddy's cock," I growled. "I want to feel that pussy going wild around me!"

"Yes, Master-Daddy!" my Daughter-Maid purred. "I'm here to serve you!"

She plunged her cunt down my cock and gasped. Her pussy went wild around my dick. She suckled at me. I groaned, loving the way her hot twat spasmed around me. She nursed at me, the pleasure sweeping through my body.

I groaned, her cunt spasming around my dick. The pleasure swelled me to that bursting point. My Daughter-Maid moaned as she bucked on me. Her face twisted in pleasure. She had such a cute expression on her face.

"Please, please, cum in me, Master-Daddy!" she moaned.

"Yes!" I growled and gave my cute daughter what she craved. I erupted in her pussy.

Pleasure slammed through my body as I pumped my cum into her writhing pussy. Her cunt spasmed around me. I reveled in that hot flesh. It was such an amazing moment. My nuts unloaded as I pumped all my spunk into her pussy.

It was so wondrous to feel my Daughter-Maid full of my cum. I pumped her full of my jizz. Blast after blast of my spunk filled her up. It was just an amazing moment to have all that delight firing through my body with each eruption.

"Ooh, ooh, Master-Daddy!" she gasped, her pussy rippling around my cock. She milked out every drop of cum I had in me. "That's so good, Master Daddy!"

"Yes," I groaned as I spurted into her one more time.

My daughter hugged me. I held her, taking such comfort from her. It was such a dark night. The other maids were moving around. Bustling. Mom was brewing tea or something. Whispers echoed. Poor Kylie. She must be hurting so much.

~~*~~

Kylie Hayward

The world passed like gray images dragged before my eyes.

The next morning, we buried Tabitha and Deidre in the back garden. I don't know who dug the holes or where the coffins came from. Probably the same place that our uniforms did. We all gathered here in our uniforms, Master-Big-Brother wearing a suit. I plucked a rose from a nearby bush and moved to Tabitha.

I knelt by her funeral. She wore a new uniform, a strip of white cloth wrapped around her throat to hide her wounds. Her garter was no longer wholly white. It was half golden now. She looked asleep, but her face was so pale. Someone had folded her hands across her chest. I placed the rose between them and kissed her on the brow.

"I'm so sorry I made you a maid," I whispered, the tears coming.

"She's not," said Janiqua. My friend knelt beside me and put her hands on my shoulder. "She was so happy to be a maid. We all are."

I knew that. I did, but... She was my best friend. We were supposed to serve Master-Big-Bro together and have his babies, and now... My shoulders shook. The tears spilled hot down my cheeks. She wasn't supposed to go away.

"You'll see her again," Cali said. She put her hand on my other shoulder. I turned to look into her purple eyes. They were soft. "In the Hay. They are still bound to your Master. See the garters are still on them. They're golden now."

Kylie nodded and wiped her teeth. "So when we die..."

"You'll be with her and your Master for eternity," said Cali. "Their deaths were even necessary. The crack is now mending, strengthened by the force of their life. That is why you are bound to the Hay. To protect the world."

I nodded. It didn't take away my grief, but it helped to know that she hadn't died for nothing. That the world would be safer. I nodded to Cali and sniffed. She squeezed my shoulder and rose. She moved around to the front of the graves.

I stood, too. My brother was there. His arm went around me. I slipped against my Master and took comfort in his strength. He stared at his two maids. They had died for him, too. Died because we had to save Mother.