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Maids of Monster Mansion

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She hated these creatures. Then again, she was not exactly hot on males of any species. But as she stood in the kitchen waiting for instructions from this big, fat, slimy creature that leered at her in her scantily clad “uniform” (that was more like lingerie)...she couldn’t exactly say she’d been treated worse by human men. Monsters were definitely far worse. They had no morals. Two weeks ago she was a member of a mercenary group hired to protect a trading caravan as it shambled along a road. Unfortunately their protection was not enough. The monsters destroyed the mercenaries, took the goods...and that clearly wasn’t satisfactory for them, so they decided to take Agnes too. She no longer had her armour or weapons, and when she first arrived she insulted the lord of the mansion so harshly that his big red face somehow became redder and she was now stuck dressed like a brothel worker. He clearly was not used to such a harsh tongue-lashing. Well, it served him right. He would have to get used to it.

“Maid-whore, get the baby teeth!” The monster demanded, shaking a slimy fist at her. “I’ve been waiting far too long and you still have not brought it!”

For a professionally trained head chef, Slugface sure didn’t know how to create a dish that was appealing either visually or on the tongue. Agnes wiped away some disgusting mucus that landed on her cheek after he had shook his fist and she turned to fetch the baby teeth, which to monsters was probably their version of black peppercorns. Slugface ground up the teeth in a mortar and pestle, but then he hit the mortar too hard and the pestle flew out of his hand and clattered on the floor. “Uh-huh, silly a dear and pick that up, Agnes?”

That was the first time the head chef had called Agnes by her actual name. The tone of his voice was way too sickly sweet. She gingerly went to grab the tool, and felt a slimy, cold hand on her butt. It was akin to the unwelcome sensation of touching fresh seaweed. She shot up and flung around and threatened him not with the porcelain pestle, but with a steel knife she’d identified and grabbed off the counter side nearby. “Try something funny again, and I will turn you into escargot!” She snapped.

Slugface squealed and cowered. “Eeeek! Mercy, woman! I wouldn’t taste any good!”

“Like I’d ever eat you. You’d probably enjoy that too, goddamn pervert.” Agnes turned her nose up at the idea of biting into gooey, blubbery flesh. She’d pass. Slugface relaxed and sniffled when Agnes put the knife back down. She pitied the sight of him.

“Now no more staring at me or touching me. Let’s just make this meal for the lord in silence, alright?” The maid said firmly, to which the monster nodded quickly. Agnes smiled to herself as she removed some meat from the oven and poked it with a fork. She couldn’t believe she finally threatened that pig. It felt great. The novelty of it stayed with her for the rest of the quiet night until they had finished preparing the lord’s meal. There were lots of dishes and Slugface offered to help carry them all up. Why was he being so nice? He couldn’t possibly be that scared of her? He was even more of a coward than she’d initially thought.

Agnes kept a distance from Slugface as she followed after him up the stairs, and they brought the food to the lord’s room. She always knew when he was there, she recognised the dreadful aura that his entire being exuded. She and the other girls could barely stand the pressure but the monsters weren’t effected. In fact, the chef looked gleeful. Agnes’ face dropped as soon as he spoke in his ordinary, arrogant voice.

“My lord, this maid needs punishment! She threatened me with a knife and told me she would turn me into escargot!”

“You filthy snake!” Agnes hissed, imagining chopping Slugface up into tiny pieces. She wondered what colour his blood would be. Purple? Orange?

“Silence yourselves!” The lord roared, breaking the atmosphere. “I feel famished and I cannot bear to hear this idiotic blithering. Slugface, you may issue a punishment for Agnes. Now leave!”

Slugface smirked victoriously and made sure that Agnes could see. She glared at the floor and left silently, shaken up by the lord’s rage. This was a less than ideal situation. Stupid! Pulling the knife on him was the worst she could have done. Through the hazy, euphoric afterglow of revenge she hadn’t considered any consequences.

Fine. She would accept her punishment gladly. She’d think about his grovelling while she’d be caned and then think, ‘It was so worth it.’

“Come on then, maid-whore.” Slugface grinned a sharp-toothed grin. Hold on now...HE was going to punish her? Personally? Up until now, it was the other maids who were in charge of punishments. Or maybe she had just lucked out every time. Some monsters sure held one hell of a grudge. She stood unflinching as he brushed her shoulder-length hair back with his fingers.




Slugface took her to his quarters. It had a faint vinegary smell and she turned her nose up. It was thick and humid with lots of various plants and a large glass container much bigger than herself with murky green water at the back end of the room— she couldn’t tell what it was for. There was a bed that looked completely untouched. Chances were, he’d never used it, because its duvet was smooth with no wrinkles, yet it hadn’t been changed recently. A table and a chair sat adjacent to it, the wood they were made of looked like it was rotting. She wasn’t any good at housework, but she could probably do much better than this. She felt herself sweating feverishly. Slugface pushed her when she stepped back out of the room and he closed the door behind them.

Agnes looked fearful.

“Don’t be scared, whore, I’m under strict orders to keep your virginity intact.” Slugface chuckled darkly, licking (?) his lips.

The maid raised her brow as she looked back at him briefly, gathering time to look for an escape route. “Is the lord operating under the assumption I’m a virgin? That’s bold.”

“Oh, the lord knows,” Slugface shook his head and sneered at her, “the lord just knows. How do you think monsters that ate virgins knew they weren’t being duped?”

“So the lord is going to eat me?” Agnes asked. When Slugface shook his head, she was a little disappointed. “Shame. I would have been spared from having to see your mug any longer.”

The beast growled in annoyance, producing a long appendage with a phallic shape at its end. He pushed Agnes roughly against the glass tank, and she tried to turn back to fight back. He was already prepared for this and grabbed her arms, sticking them together with a mucus-like substance that was impossible to remove. Agnes hissed and kicked back. Her leg got stuck against his body. “Goddamn coward.”

“Uheehee...I love the fiery ones that think they can struggle!” A big fat, purple tongue slid against Agnes’ ear, and she shivered, repulsed. She found her legs were bound also, and she could barely move. She wanted to drop to the floor to try and escape, but he was holding her up with his hands. One of those hands snaked down to undo the top half of her “uniform”. She gritted her teeth as her breasts were exposed to the hot and humid air. Because of the cold sensations on her arms and legs though, her nipples perked, and she breathed erratically. She writhed weakly but it seemed like the more she moved, the more of the slime her limbs collected.

Slugface’s head moved over her shoulders and he slipped his long tongue down to meet one of her nipples. His tongue prodded her and she closed her eyes tightly, willing away the sensation. He licked her nipple, wrapping his tongue around her breast and giving it a playful squeeze. She felt what she assumed was his cock slide underneath her lower body and its head bumped into the glass. His shaft was pressed tight against the material of her panties. She shamefully stared into the murky water in the glass, trying to refuse desires. The monster’s tongue released her breast but was quickly replaced with his hands, curiously playing, squeezing, pinching her buds.

“This is worse for me than it is for you...resisting the urge to take you right you know how hard that is?” Slugface growled in her ear. Agnes closed her eyes tightly, uncomfortably wriggling herself around. She let out a moan that she couldn’t hold back when he copied her and wiggled his cock against her pussy. He snickered. “Oh? Maid-slut...I don’t think you hate me that’re so wet.“

“It’s sweat,” Agnes muttered weakly. A terrible excuse. She noticed that his hand undid her panties and removed them, leaving her in her stockings, heels and gloves. And that inappropriate choker.

“Your body is soo lovely...” he crooned, memorising her shape with his hands...wait, those weren’t hands. Multiple appendages from this sides were embracing her skin in some sort of childish, primal curiosity. She gasped and leaned her head tiredly against the glass as she tried to shut out everything that was going on. But...she couldn’t. The sensations. The touching. They brushed over her mouth’s lips, and forcibly parted them to enter inside. It didn’t taste completely repulsive. It had some kind of earthy tang. The texture put her off more than the taste; it was like kelp. She heard Slugface groan in satisfaction and knew that the tentacle was some kind of sex organ. She was pulled back on to Slugface’s lap as he slumped down onto a chair. The tentacle in her mouth began sliding against her tongue roughly, pushing until it found the back of her throat and Agnes gagged. Then it quickly pulled back and began thrusting in and out of her mouth. She endured it for a few minutes, then she felt the beast’s dick move against the slit of her womanhood. It was like a tentacle as well, extendable and thick and hot. It didn’t enter. Instead, Slugface closed her legs tightly around it and began thrusting forwards, his cock moving with her thighs wrapped around it. She felt it rubbing against her pussy. Back and forth, back and forth. She dropped her head back and breathed heavily, trying not to moan into the tentacle having its way with her mouth. “Mmnn...nhh...”

God...! Why did it feel so good? Why was she enjoying?! Fuck, she was being assaulted!!

Suddenly, Slugface unbound her legs and spread them apart, and his cock began to tease her inner labia. Another appendage slipped down and located her clit and began to rub it. “A...ah?!” Agnes squealed, trying to close her legs. Slugface already planned for this and held them apart with his hands, chuckling devilishly. The woman writhed weakly in his grip as he continued to pleasure her. She felt this hot, electric pleasure building up and she whimpered as the tentacle released a salty liquid onto her tongue and then it unsheathed itself from her mouth. She had a few seconds to pant and gasp before it was replaced by another. Why did this creature need to release so much cum?!

“You enjoy this, don’t you, slut?” Slugface rasped between grunts. Agnes didn’t reply. She wasn’t really able to. The tentacle kept prodding at her sensitive nub and the cock directly below kept rubbing against her pussy. Her climax finally peaked. She rolled her eyes as a blissful pleasure overtook her body. “Aahh...ha...aahnn!”

Slugface smiled as he heard her moan. He filled her mouth with more cum and his dick released as well. “Swallow.” he demanded. Agnes turned her head and then she spat it in his face defiantly. “Y-you annoying whore!” He snapped.

To extend her punishment, he made her clean the mess on the floor afterwards.




Agnes cleaned herself furiously but she still felt dirty. She could still feel that gross slime while laying in bed in her servants’ quarters and she shuddered.

...Somehow, it wasn’t making her feel as disgusted as she thought it would. Maybe Not her. She wasn’t in control of the sensations he had forced upon her against her will back then. She technically never enjoyed it. Agnes tried to convince herself that she was taking her body back by touching herself, but her thoughts wandered back to the earlier events. Thinking back, what if that thick, pulsating phallus of his entered her, moulding itself to the shape of inside her womanhood, releasing its hot, gooey—

Then she remembered Slugface’s big slimy snail mug and she became turned off.

No thanks. Maybe she’d just go back to sleep- she was shattered anyway.

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Sometimes, a seemingly innocuous face held less-than-savoury secrets. A great example was a house cat— or, an even greater example was Gabriella. Not too long after arriving to the mansion from her small, now absent village, she arrived at the mansion feeling resentful and empty. Quietly biding her time until she would figure out the full layout of the property, how many monsters there were, what kind of fate she could be expected to take should her plans fail...but then, just like that, Gabriella had to consider another; the safety of Renee.

Renee was a trader’s daughter, a young lady, who turned up less than a month ago. Though she wasn’t particularly important in the outside world, to Gabriella she was the iron thread that held her mind together. Renee was full of the innocence of a doe’s eyes, so unlike the darkness in the mansion. Time trickled on without thought like a small brook, and soon Gabriella was holding off on escape plans, if only for  the trader’s daughter. When Gabriella once felt an emotional sting as Renee suggested (jokingly) that Gabriella was using her, she realised she was truly attached to this woman.

She felt belonging for the first time in a long while in her arms. Gabriella shifted and Renee stirred in the small bed.

“Gabby...don’t wake up yet,” Renee mumbled sleepily and buried her face in her friend’s flaxen hair, “they can’t scold us as bad...if we’re pretending to be asleep.”

Gabriella’s expression grew tender. To her, Renee was the only bit of pure goodness in this foul establishment. “Just a bit longer, darl’.”


Gabriella donned the most immodest outfit, and may as well be in her underwear. It wasn’t particularly unfair, it was more advantageous to her. She enjoyed being desirable. It turned the beasts’ minds hazy and she could manipulate them however she liked. She could get out of any task or situation with the right kind of persuasion, and it was a little bit of fun, too. But not this time; there was no avoiding certain duties. Gabriella was a terrible maid- she hated cleaning, unlike Renee, who had a keen eye for detail and a particular passion for hygiene. Scrubbing the bathroom showers was Gab’s least favourite job. She clicked the bathroom door shut and washed her hands of the chemicals, deciding to take a few minutes to slack off.

The plan was short-lived because there came a knock on the bathroom door, she called, “Occupied!” and got a brief silence, then a cough.

“Are you quite finished in there?” Came a reply. Gabriella froze. Shit. It was the head housekeeper. He was always keeping tabs on the maids. She huffed and unlocked the door, claiming a new facade like a mask and smiling coyly. “I’m done, master .”

The head housekeeper, Ashtar, was intimidating. He was a large, naturally heavily muscled cyclops with a big belly courtesy of the copious amounts of alcohol he drank before bed. He was easily much taller and wider than the average human male. He narrowed a single, amber-flecked eye at her behaviour. “Don’t speak so carelessly around me. You are still expected to perform your duties even if you haven’t a choice. It reflects badly on me too. Stand up straight.”

“As professional as ever, sir. May I ask? You’ve never indulged in any of the maids. I’m just curious. Are women not to your fancy?” Gabriella saw the cyclops tense and grit his fangs together. He would be quite handsome, if he were a man.  Though it didn’t take much for anyone to get under his skin, particularly, for some reason, this woman.

“We’ll discuss this further in my office. Keep to your duties. If you don’t work faster, I will have the other maids punish you harshly.”

Gabriella’s blue eyes cooly remained fixed on Ashtar as he trodded away, grumbling in annoyance under his breath. She kept a remark within her, chuckled and finished up the bathroom deep clean...dreading the many more rooms yet to go. 


Gabriella entered the office seeing a disorganised bed of papers on top of the dark wooden desk, the cyclops beyond clicking a pen and looking impatient. Immediately, the maid was greeted with a musty, old-house smell that always seemed to emanate from this particular room.

“Am I going to get a lecture for my behaviour? There are other ways to control me.” Gabby purred, closing the door behind her and approaching her superior.

Ashtar’s reaction was sudden and he hit the desk with one fist, producing a flinch from the maid. “Enough!” He snapped. “I’ve had too much stress today, and I don’t want to hear any of your bullshit. You’ve caused me far too  much trouble, and you  are only here because the lord insists on it. You are lazy and incompetent!”

Gabriella took a seat with a silent and fearful demeanour. Though he had a temper, it was unusual for the head housekeeper to be so angry.

“If you don’t pick up on work, then the other maids will be forced to pick up after you. Particularly Renee. And I am aware of your fondness over her.” He spotted how unsettled Gabriella seemed at the mention of her friend, but said nothing more.

“I will work faster,” the woman assured him. She saw his calmer face and she stood up, making her way around the desk, and ran her fingers along his shoulder, “For now, maybe there’s something I can do to make up for it?”

At first, she expected rejection or to be pushed away as usual. Ashtar stood up quickly, pushing his chair back. The sudden movement made Gabriella back away slightly, when her shoulder was grabbed by one large hand, and she was soon in between a wall and a furious cyclops. She barely had time to react before his mouth was upon hers and he was kissing her, pressing hard enough that Gabby whimpered. He pulled away, heavily breathing, and dragged her over to the desk, pushing her on top of it and on her back.

“My, what’s with the change of pace? That’s a nice surprise,” Gabriella said breathlessly, trying to stay cocky. In reality, she was nervous.

“I’m going to fuck you into the desk,” he growled in her ear, “then I’m going to fuck you again and again. This is what you want, isn’t it? Fine. I refuse to resist anymore anyway.”

Gabriella gazed at him seductively. She grew aroused at that fierce expression of his. “I knew you  were always eyeing me up...”

She felt her heart race as one large finger ripped off the top half of her uniform, which was more like a bra that could barely control her breasts at their size. They jiggled freely, and the monster pushed his head into them, licking and suckling on both nipples. His tongue- and breath- felt so hot against her skin, his hands began kneading at her flesh, grabbing in a needy manner. His fingers met the entrance to her womanhood, thinly covered by lacy white underwear, and he began to massage it, causing the maid to gasp softly. He felt just like a man to her, albeit with rougher, bumpier skin.

“Ah...go slower...” Gabriella pleaded, before feeling him push down harder on her. Her hands grasped at his back.

“You make no demands of me.”

Pulling her underwear down, the cyclops moved upon her and was kissing her again, grunting into her mouth. His forefinger and ring finger spread her pussy. His middle finger began to prod at her entrance. She was already wet, and the cyclops was using his other hand to rub at his hardened mound under his black trousers. It grew bigger and bigger still. Gabriella moaned as he played with her tongue using his own.

Ashtar slipped a digit inside of her and though it was thick, it entered with ease. He began to finger her. Gasping, the maid wiggled her hips in response, trying to thrust into his movements. It entered deep, the bumpy skin stimulating her. Tingles of pleasure travelled inside of her before he arched his finger, then pulled it out. He pulled his mouth away from hers and licked his finger, a single, honey-coloured eye filled with a wild lust.

“Come darling, I want you inside me...” Gabriella mewled, and that sealed it; the beast unzipped his trousers and revealed his cock, the full length bigger than the majority of the other monsters that Gabby had taken. She ran her hand along it, feeling its thickness and length, gently as though she were not touching a member, but a priceless possession. It throbbed at full size, precum decorating its head, and he pushed it against her pussy. It explored every texture and her labia, before she felt the familiar pressure of entrance. His head first; sliding inside her. The woman arched her back and tightly closed her eyes. “Aa-ahhh...!”

“This is just the beginning,” Ashtar growled in pleasure. It had been long since he had a human woman, and he intended to have her until she would break.

“Nnnnh, please, move slower...ah!’s too big...” Gabriella whimpered in response, panicking slightly and trying to move. But before she knew it a large hand had pushed against her neck, tightening enough to keep her still. She had other monsters do this before but it seemed like the cyclops was intending to choke her, as her head began to feel light. Something about it made her heart race faster with adrenaline when he loosened her grip, and she was left gasping. Ashtar roared as he pushed his warm, hot cock deep inside of her pussy, widening it to accommodate him. Soon, the pain had faded, and there was a numb pleasure that made Gabby’s head spin- or maybe that was just his choking grip, pushing hard, then loosening, over and over. She moaned wantonly. “Yes...yes..more, more...!”

“You’re mine, now...” he replied, thrusting hard and shaking the desk below his human. His growling grew more fervent with every moan and squirm of the red-faced, beautiful woman beneath him- she was truly in her prime when being fucked. Her expression was more passionate than he had ever seen before, and he thrusted against her harder. His free hand pressed on the wood by her face and his nails gouged deep into the wood.

Gabriella felt electricity flowing through her, under waves of hot pleasure. God, she hadn’t felt anything like this before. She was going to cum really soon, and much sooner than she expected, if he kept going at this pace. The climax started to build to a crescendo, and she started to shudder uncontrollably, crying out suddenly. “G...haa...!!”

Ashtar’s single eye rolled as he felt her tighten and contract around his dick, and he went in up to his hilt. “Ughnn!”

Gabriella wrapped her arms and legs around him, eagerly accepting all of his cum. She gasped as the hot liquid filled her- the cyclops pulled out of her sensitive cunt, allowing his semen to flow out of her.

“Do you feel better now we’re done?” Gabriella smirked through heavy panting, as though victorious.

Ashtar appeared confused. “Done?”


“No. I’m not done with you. Did you forget already what I had said?”

Gabriella looked in alarm as the cyclops’ member swelled again. Now she was realising that she was the only one panting, the only one who was exhausted from their little interaction. “What?”

Now you’ll learn why I held off on taking the maids .”