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Dark clouds rolled overhead as Takamura Takako arrived at the site of her next job; a run down old mansion at the top of a lonely hill. A deep boom rang through the air, rattling the windows of her car, and just as she made the motion to step outside, the skies opened up to cover everything with a torrent of heavy rain. The raindrops sounded like bullets as they hit the metal frame, making Takako hesitate for a moment. Everything about this job was turning out to be a bit more trouble than it seemed to be worth, but it wasn't like she could just turn it down for another. Like it or not, she was going to have to get inside that decrepit house.
Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Takako covered her head with a binder before opening the car door and running like mad towards the mansion. There was a good hundred feet or so between the driveway and the porch, and she could feel every drop of rain land against her dress and bare skin, hitting with the force of small rocks. Nearly slipping on the slick lawn, Takako managed to balance herself just before falling face first into the muddy ground and sprinted the rest of the way, falling to her hands and knees in relief onto the wooden porch.
"Well, even if I wanted to leave, there's no way I'm getting out through this downpour," she muttered, climbing to her feet and drying herself off, "Might as well make some money while I'm here."
Opening the binder she'd been using as a shield, Takako flipped through the pages until she found the instructions left to her.
"I've been away for too long on a work related trip, and I fear my home has fallen into disarray," it read, "Please tidy up where you see fit, and feed my dear pets. I know the property is quite large, so feel free to charge however many hours it takes you to finish."
Looking up from the page, Takako looked again at the front of the building, noting the various cracks in the rotten wood. If the inside was anything like the exterior, she'd end up living and working here forever, she thought to herself. A sudden lightning strike and subsequent rolling boom shook Takako from her daydream, and with shaky hands, she pulled the key left to her from inside the binder and slipped inside the house. Breathing a second sigh of relief in as many minutes, Takako let her eyes adjust to the dim lighting before taking another step further. From what she could see, the interior was quite sophisticated and expensive, but covered in a layer of grime from neglect. Her hand searched along the wall for a light switch, but all she found were cobwebs and dust, and she quickly pulled her hand back in revulsion.
"Alright, I guess I'll just find the lights later," Takako muttered, walking forward. As soon as she made it a few feet into the foyer, however, candelabras and chandeliers instantly lit up all at once, causing her to shrink back in surprise. A heavy click echoed throughout the empty room as the front door locked itself, and Takako's nerves began to fray as she clutched her binder anxiously.
"Well, what do we have here? A new addition to our home?" a sultry voice from the darkness called, and Takako pressed herself back against the front door as a tall woman wearing an elegant crimson dress stepped into the light. Her long raven colored hair covered half her face, but a hint of a smirk could be seen behind it, and just making eye contact made Takako a bit weak in the knees. The closer she came into view, the faster Takako's heart began to beat as her eyes traveled down the woman's bare neck to her full chest, barely restrained by the fabric of her dress, then all the way down to her prominent hips and long legs.
"Hi. Um, I'm the new maid," Takako squeaked nervously, hiding her face behind the binder. The woman's sharp eyes looked Takako up and down as she walked forward, her high heels clicking loudly against the stone tile until she was towering over the hired maid.
"Yes, yes you are," the woman spoke, running a delicate finger up Takako's cheek and brushing her blonde hair out of the way, "What a relief, this place was getting dreadfully stuffy."
Sparks traveled across Takako's skin at the woman's touch, and all energy slowly drained from her arms as they dropped to her sides. Despite the panic she'd felt just moments earlier, her mind fell calm in the tall woman's presence, all thoughts and worry fading into the ether.
"Is there anywhere you'd like me to start?" Takako asked dreamily, unconsciously leaning her face into the woman's hand, "I can handle pretty much anything, as long as it isn't something too heavy."
"Oh? Durable, are you?" the woman chuckled, brushing her thumb carefully over Takako's bottom lip, "Well, then why don't you start in my chambers? I'm looking forward to seeing just how... resilient you are."
Nodding dumbly, Takako found herself silently wishing the thumb on her lips would push itself into her mouth. Everything felt so warm, familiar, and comfortable, like a cozy blanket was being wrapped around her brain that she never wanted to take off. The woman's red lips stretched into a grin, and taking Takako gently by the hand, she led the maid deeper into the mansion, humming quietly to herself all the while.
"My name is Lucretia, by the way," she spoke, pulling Takako along, "I reside here in the Master's mansion, along with a number of others. You're likely to run into them during your work, but they don't bite. Well... most of them don't bite."
"Others?" Takako murmured, a shred of lucidity breaking through the haze.
"Oh, yes. There are quite a few of us scattered around the property," Lucretia replied, "Though everyone comes and goes at all hours of the day, sometimes for weeks at a time. It's rare that all of us are ever in one place at the same time. Ah, but here we are!"
Throwing open two ornate wooden doors, Lucretia gestured politely for Takako to enter, shutting them behind her once the maid had stepped through. Her room, though just as extravagant as the rest of the mansion, was styled completely differently, with strong incense burning on wardrobes, canopies of sheer fabric hanging over the massive bed, and various miniature statuettes mixed among books along the shelves.
"This doesn't look so bad," Takako thought aloud, looking around the room for a place to start, "Are you sure you need me?"
"Absolutely..." Lucretia replied, placing her hands on Takako's shoulders and turning her gently. Face to face with the beautiful woman again, Takako blinked in mild confusion as she looked into Lucretia's eyes. She remembered her eyes being a stunning green in the foyer, but in the new light they seemed almost completely pitch black. More than that, her normally fair skin was now a pale violet, and two curved horns appeared to have grown on either side of her head.
The oppressive cloud stifling Takako's thoughts started to lift as she stared into the face of a changed Lucretia, but when she pulled the maid into a sudden, deep kiss, it settled in permanently, preventing any chance of resistance. The demon's tongue pushed aggressively past Takako's lips, swirling inside her mouth for a brief moment, and then suddenly expanding. With her own tongue flattened against the bottom of her jaw, Takako squirmed helplessly as Lucretia's slick appendage swelled and pushed deeper to the back of her throat, her eyes widening. Lucretia's thick tongue felt like a thrashing eel trapped inside her mouth as it forced its way deeper, and she felt herself go limp again when it finally fit itself down her throat, forming a noticeable bulge in her neck. Their lips remained locked for the better part of a minute as the succubus violated Takako's mouth, and when she finally broke the embrace, Takako simply stood in silence with a blank expression on her face and drool falling from her chin.
"It's been so long since I've tasted fresh meat," Lucretia sighed, letting her dress fall to the floor, "I'm going to take my time with you."
Unable to comprehend what was happening, Takako watched dumbly as Lucretia pointed to the floor with one finger, and suddenly she crashed to her knees, her face now at eye level with the demonic woman's crotch. A surprisingly strong hand landed on the back of her head, pulling her in and mashing her nose against Lucretia's pelvis, and as if by instinct, her mouth fell open to extend her tongue as she began to lick the warm slit in front of her. Sweet nectar coated Takako's taste buds as she lapped mindlessly, piercing through the dull fog and driving the maid into a near instant frenzy. An overwhelming desire to taste more of Lucretia's juices filled the thoughtless void in her head, and she soon found her arms wrapped around the demon's waist, trying to bury her tongue deeper.
"You're an eager one," Lucretia laughed, watching the girl worship on her knees, "But I think it's my turn for a taste."
The hand on Takako's head reached lower to grab the fabric of her dress, and she gave a startled yelp as she flew through the air, landing softly on the giant mattress in the center of the room. Looking down at the foot of the bed, she watched as Lucretia carefully slipped through the hanging canopy and onto the bed, crawling forward seductively with a hungry grin. "Is this really happening?" a muffled thought slipped through into Takako's head, but as soon as Lucretia's soft hands landed on her thighs to pull them apart, a shiver ran up her spine and her mind fell silent once again. Lying flat on her back, Takako's heart pounded like a drum as she heard a soft tearing of fabric, and when Lucretia's soft breath landed on her bare slit, her hands clutched instinctively at the sheets.
Thunder and rain raged outside the mansion, but isolated in Lucretia's room, with her legs over the woman's shoulders, all Takako could hear was the beating of her own heart. She'd barely walked a few hundred feet to get here, but as far as her body was concerned, it might as well have been a marathon. Her limbs felt like jelly, the room felt like it was spinning circles around her, and her staggered breath kept catching in her throat. And when Lucretia's tongue finally made contact with her drenched lips, a jolt of electricity traveled up Takako's spine, forcing her back into an arch, and a choked scream from her lips.
"Oh, I love this part," Lucretia mumbled with a smile, dragging her tongue flat against Takako's quivering pussy. Gripping the maid's trembling thighs, she licked in slow patterns, catching every bit of surface area before forcing her long tongue into her depths. Clenching the bedsheets desperately between her fists, Takako's entire body tensed as Lucretia's tongue swelled inside her, thrashing and thrusting just as it had inside her throat. Every nerve and muscle screamed at her to break free, but the succubus easily held her flat against the mattress, swelling her tongue even further. Stretched further than she'd ever thought possible, Takako's body thrashed as Lucretia brought her to orgasm, her already suppressed psyche now completely shattered.
Lucretia's tongue slowed as Takako convulsed on her bed, but as soon as she finished with her first orgasm, the demon went to work to bring out a second. Pressing her mouth to Takako's slit, Lucretia used her tongue more skillfully than any basic male appendage, swirling it in circles and thrusting it deeper into every crevice to find where Takako was most vulnerable. Carefully noting every spot that sent the maid into hysterics, she began to prod each spot repeatedly, feeling Takako's lower body clench and quiver each time, and when she flexed her tongue inside Takako's depths once again, she was rewarded with yet another gush of feminine ecstasy.
"I-I can't... I have to- Miss Lucretia- I can't-" Takako cried out, her addled mind unable to keep up with the constant waves of pleasure washing over her. Her limbs felt like they were made of stone, lying lifeless and unresponsive, and the already dark room was growing ever darker. Though she had no control of her legs, they continued to tremble and squeeze unconsciously around Lucretia's head, though it brought a fresh wave of pain and exhaustion each time. As the 6th, or maybe the 7th, orgasm tore through her body, Takako felt her senses starting to fade, and even though each new jolt radiating from her nethers shook her awake for a few seconds longer, it wasn't long until the world suddenly turned flipped upside down, and then everything went black.
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With a sharp gasp, Takako's eyes flew open as she jumped backwards, her torso landing painfully against a large wooden door. She could hear the storm raging outside, and when her eyes finally adjusted, she saw she was standing in the elaborate candle lit foyer of the mansion, completely alone. Picking up her binder uneasily off the floor, Takako tried to recall what had just happened, rubbing her temples as a sharp pain shot through her head. She remembered making it into the house, but then... it all seemed to get a bit fuzzy after that.
"Did I get a head rush or something?" Takako muttered to herself, "I should drink more water. But let's see, where should I start cleaning?"
Opening the binder, Takako flipped through the instructions left to her until she found a list of areas to tidy up. The study, the attic, the larder, the basement, and the greenhouse. Seemed easy enough.