She'd always tried to be prompt, starting the day as early as possible to get more work done. But it required far, far too much work.
"How much longer?" She asked, her breath catching slightly as the maid tightening the corset.
"Almost done my queen," and began strapping her in.
She waited patiently as the maid finally finished her work, the long elegant dress finally covering her and she could get on with actually doing her job.
Well almost. She sighed, hand resting on her stomach as she felt it gurgle.
Breakfast was another unwelcome distraction, but she knew that she needed to eat. Reluctantly she headed down the stairs towards the chamber, glad that River and Star were late sleepers. She loved them, but if they weren't around maybe she could actually see about getting work done without being distracted.
"Oh, hello, um. You majesty?"
Well there went the idea of avoiding distractions.
The Earth boy that hung around with Star was seated at the table already, a bowl of something half-eaten in front of him.
To her surprise he didn't even stand up, and just got back on with eating. Manners were obviously still lacking on Earth.
She sat down opposite him and waited patiently until a servant approached, bringing over a breakfast of freshly made cornbread and caught fish.
She stared at the boy - Marco - still happily eating away at... whatever it was.
"So, you're still around?" She asked, picking at her meal delicately as she considered it. He'd been wrenched from his home, gotten mixed up in matters that were completely insane. And Star had played with his heart.
Maybe it was her fault, if she'd not had to drag Star away from him, they'd still be on Earth, she'd not have made that confession, and he'd have a normal life. Not whatever... this was.
He nodded, swallowing a mouthful. "Yes, Star and I were dealing with some monsters, she figured coming back here to rest made sense. Plus how often do I get to stay in a castle?"
"Obviously not that often." She sniffed distastefully as she finished off the last of her meal.
"Yeah, to be honest I'm a little lost. But I figure since it's a weekend back on Earth, I should let Star sleep in for once." Marco finished his own breakfast. He stood up and offered a hand.
Moon stared at it for a moment, before Marco said, "Uh, your plate?"
She handed it to him, but was still confused. "We have servants to do that."
Marco nodded, "You have servants for that, I'm not royalty. I'd prefer to actually work." Despite this, when the servant approached he handed them over dutifully.
Moon's eye twitched. "Yes, well. Some of us have other work to do. We can't sit around lounging around the castle."
She wasn't sure exactly what she expected. Maybe some realisation of exactly who he was talking to, or at least some attempt at looking apologetic.
"Pff-hahaha!" She certainly wasn't expecting him to nearly fall over with laughter, leaning on the table to keep on his feet.
"What on Mewnie is so amusing?" She frowned. He was really starting to irritate her. She stepped closer. Star she could understand, she'd never been... normal, but when she'd talked about Marco he'd at least seemed, what was the term she'd used? Safe?
"Sorry, just a queen, talking about working?" He waved his hands around the dining room. "You've been waited on hand and foot since I've seen you."
"That doesn't mean I don't work!" She shouted, before remembering who and where she was. "I mean... I manage the finances for the kingdom. I just hire maids and servants to take care of all the little things."
Marco nodded, wiping a tear from his eye. "Little things. Have you even tried doing half the things they do?"
She thought back, trying to remember. The last time she'd got her hands dirty was in battle, which was hardly the same thing. "Well, no but I've not had the time to do it. Someone has to keep track of everything!"
Marco shrugged. "From where I'm standing, you're the one lounging around. I bet you I could do your day's work before lunch!"
That did it, Moon glared at him. "Fine! Come with me!"
She marched off, Marco trailing at her heels as she stomped up the stairs, leading him to her study, and then to her desk where she pulled out a ledger. "You think you can do my job? I'm trying to find out why we're losing money on the corn harvests. You find out why before lunch and you win."
He looked at the size of the book, and his eyes widened a little. It brought a smile to her face to see his reaction. But he stood his ground and started looking through the cramped ledger. "Right, while I do this, what are you going to do?"
"Me?" Moon hadn't thought that far ahead. "I guess I'll watch over you, make sure you don't make any mistakes."
Marco shook his head. "Hey, I'm hardly going to do a good job with you watching over my shoulder." He tapped his chin in thought. "I know, since you've been saying your maids only do "little things," why don't you give it shot?"
He looked around the room, Moon followed his gaze and saw the thick layers of dust on the bookshelves. "It could probably do with a cleaning," he grinned.
It was ridiculous. She was a queen. She didn't have to prove anything to him.
She looked at his smug little smile. If he really thought he could finish it before lunch, then she could easily clean the room in that time as well.
"Fine, I'll do it." She smiled, extending her hand. "It's a bet."
Moon was beginning to get a whole new level of respect for her maids.
Even finding something to clean the shelves had been an ordeal. As much as she hated to admit it, she'd never actually thought about where the cleaning supplies were kept in the castle. And she certainly wasn't going to ask for help.
It had taken nearly half an hour of checking doors before she'd found a closet filled with mops, buckets, brooms, and something actually useful: a feather duster.
Hurrying back to the room, she had passed by Marco, still pouring through the book and one of those phone things Star had tried to show her how to use. He smiled a bit as she went by, but fortunately didn't say anything.
That left the actual work itself.
Dusting had seemed easy at first, run the duster along the shelves and books, clearing it of cobwebs and other detritus. But the dust had become so thick, so entrenched that she was having to do each shelf multiple times. She wandered when she'd last had a maid in here, and realised she couldn't recall.
When she cleaned the upper shelves, she'd had to stand on tiptoes, even more precarious due to her high-heels. And whenever she leaned against the shelves for support, her dress got in the way. She thought of the uniforms her maids wore, and realised how efficient they were, not bulky and ornamental like the dress she'd been tied into, the corset already straining as she stretched.
But what was truly worst was the lower shelves. For those she'd needed to be on hands and knees, crawling along as she worked. Her face right next to the floor. She swore she heard Marco's voice once or twice, and expected him to be making some snide comment. But when she looked back he was fully devoted to his own work.
She must have been imagining things, she told herself as she finally stood up and looked down at herself. She froze in shock, she was filthy!
It seemed like all the dust that had been coating the shelves had found its way to her, caking her dress and arms in grime. Her face was probably likewise. The work had been exhausting, disgusting, and degrading.
She looked over at Marco, who had taken a break, rubbing his brow in thought. He glanced over at her and laughed. "Oh my god, you're filthy!"
She sniffed, inhaling a bit more dust that almost made her sneeze. "I have just been cleaning you know." For some reason, despite everything, including how tired she was, she started laughing too. Even as she wiped her grimy hands across her grimy cheeks. She actually felt something approaching happiness.
It was probably just from all the exertion, she told herself. She walked over to Marco, and peered at the book. "How's your work going?"
"Well, I'm done. It'll take some work getting it implemented, but I've made a plan of how to fix it. To be honest, I'd kind of been expecting it." He held out his phone, a full checklist of plans on display.
Moon took the phone from Marco, staring at the screen. "You actually figured out a solution?" She was impressed, despite everything. He was a child, even if Star dragged him off fighting, she'd not expected him to come up with anything.
The list itself seemed pretty simple, changing what fields grew what year by year, "Yeah, the problem is the corn itself. You grow far too much of it, too often."
"Too much corn?" Moon considered this. This did seem crazy, it was Mewnie's most popular foodstuff, it was served at every meal. She'd even asked Marco to help make sure they stopped losing money. How would growing less corn help with that?
Marco stood up, moving to stand next to her, gesturing with a finger down the plan of fields over the years. "Yeah. As corn grows it depeletes the soil, certain parts of it that it needs to grow. Your corn's being overplanted, and harvested too often. The size has gone down over the years."
She nodded, certainly she remembered the corn grown when she was a child had always seemed much bigger and juicier. "So growing peas or beans will help with that?" He nodded in agreement. "I see, they replenish what the ground loses growing corn." It was simple. And he'd come up with it in just a few hours. This would have taken her days, or even weeks. She looked at him with a newfound respect and sighed. "Well, I just feel like an idiot."
He shook his head, "Hey, you've done very well without crop rotation, and with the addition of magic I'm sure you'll be able to fix the problems quicker." He pointed down the list, "Now, if you can get people to eat more beans as well, vary up their diets a little, they should be healtheir. For the same reasons." He smiled at her, "To be honest I'm just glad you understood. Star totally couldn't understand it when I tried explaining it to her."
Moon smiled a little, that sounded like Star. "River wouldn't either." she agreed, "He was always telling me we should just harvest more often." It was refreshing to have someone she could speak to who could actually understand her work. And Marco more than understood it, he was almost better at it than her. She shook her head, Star really had been an idiot to let this one get away, he'd have made the perfect husband for her.
Still, she couldn't let that show, she had an image to keep. "I suppose you won your half of the bet. Now I get to show you how I've done." Moon found herself actually hoping he as impressed with her work as she had been his. Her heart had even started beating faster as she watched him checking for any bits missed.
When he turned back, he grinned. "You're actually pretty good at this. You could be a proper maid."
She smiled. She wasn't sure why, but that made her happy. "T-thanks," she turned to look away, "Of course, I should go wash up. My dress is filthy."
Moon walked across the room, heading towards her private bathroom when Marco called out, "Hey, stupid idea..."
She looked back, hand on the door handle. "What is it?"
Marco smiled. "Well, I had a lot of fun doing this. And you seem much happier then you were this morning."
It was true, she'd enjoyed it. Despite how dirty it made her, there was something to be said for doing things herself. Even if it did mean ending up on her hands and knees sometimes.
He stepped a little closer. "So, would you want to do it again? I'll help you out with the paperwork, while you do a bit of cleaning?"
It was almost comical. If he'd asked her before, she'd have refused, and laugh at him for even suggesting it. But seeing how well he'd done solving problems that she'd been wracking her head over, the idea of letting him fix the kingdom's finances didn't sound stupid. And certainly spending more time with him sounded interesting. With Star wasting her time with that boy Tom, maybe she could keep Marco company instead.
"I'd love to," she said. And on the spur of the moment reached down and hugged him.
When she let go, she recoiled in shock, his face was now covered in grime "Oh dear!" she cried. And glanced down at herself, her own dust having stained him in turn.
"Ah, it's okay, I packed a spare outfit back in my room." He laughed. "Always pays to be prepared."
"But you're filthy!" She glanced around, looking for something as if it could help clean him. She saw the door to the bathroom.
Her own private bathroom.
She sighed, "Come on, follow me," and took him to get clean.
She was just cleaning him up after she'd gotten him dirty. Moon kept telling herself that.
She almost believed it.
As she was running the bath, she wondered what it was that was different about the situation. Why her heart was still racing. Was there something wrong with her?
Or was it Marco? Looking over at him as he took off his hoodie, she saw him revealing a body that was surprisingly crossed with scars and other marks of battle. He'd obviously been taking is fair share of hits when fighting monsters, but some of those scars seemed older, like he'd seen years of battle.
She noticed Marco looking at her, and realised she'd been staring "Uh, thanks. I can take it from here?"
Moon nodded, blushing as she went to go. She felt all wrong, messed up but couldn't put it into words. He was Star's friend, he was decades her junior. He was practically a child. She couldn't be getting so flustered by him.
"Are you okay?" She looked at him, his face full of concern. "I'm not sure I am, sorry. I'm just feeling a little light headed."
Marco frowned with concern. "Hey, you should take the first bath then. I'll get out of here."
"No, I'm just being si-" she tried to object but he shook his head.
"You first." He checked his watch, "It's still technically before lunch. So you're still a maid. Don't they have to follow orders?"
She flushed with embarrassment. Being ordered around like a servant. It was ridiculous. But she felt herself getting more excited. "Yes." She couldn't resist teasing him a little and curtsied. "My master."
The smile which crossed his face made her worry she'd gone too far. She could just hear him mutter under his breath, "Took you long enough." As he stepped closer. "Could you repeat that?"
She froze in place. Still embarrassed, she repeated herself. "I said yes, my master."
"Again." He said, the grin getting wider.
She really had gone too far. Her cheeks felt like they were burning.
"Yes, my master." The second she finished the words Marco lunged for her. His lips meeting hers, pulling her into an embrace. For a moment she couldn't believe it was happening. She just stood there, still frozen in the mock curtsy he forced the kiss on her.
He stepped back, his eyes filled with shock as the enormity of what he'd done sunk in. But the smile never left him.
She recoiled, almost backing into the bath in shock. He'd kissed her. Her daughter's friend.
Her lips felt warm, she reached up to touch them, still feeling as if Marco's lips were touching hers.
It was making a crazy sort of sense. How she'd felt crawling on the floor, her heart racing as he'd checked over her work. Him looking down at her as she'd been made to work, acting like his servant. And how much she'd actually been looking forward to doing this again.
Marco backed away, smile gone. Maybe he'd realised he'd gone to far, pushed her too far. "That... shouldn't have happened." He took another step backwards. towards the door.
She grabbed his hand. "You're right. It shouldn't have happened. She could barely stop herself from trembling as she continued. "It's completely wrong for a maid to seduce her master."
Before Marco could react, Moon had knelt down and was returning the kiss. She let go of his arm, her hands cradling his face.
Why did it have to feel so right?
She didn't resist as she felt Marco's hands cupping her breasts, squeezing them as his tongue pushed past her lips, entwining with hers. Her body flushed with warmth as she felt themselves go backwards, splashing into the bath.
Her dirt ridden dress floated, filling with water as she and Marco hastily started undoing the buckles, ribbons, and other parts, tossing away each sodden piece of fabric until she was finally stripped naked. Soon followed by Marco's equally soaked pants Marco started kissing her body, tracing a line down her neck, headless of any grime until he arrived at her breasts. Moon couldn't help but gasp as he took her nipple in his mouth, biting down just enough for the pain to mix with pleasure, the mark left when he finally released her a brand, binding her to him as property.
"You're beautiful," he said, looking over her body as the water swirled around them. It was pure flattery, it had to be. She had decades on him and there was no way he could mean it. It still made her cheeks' diamonds almost vanish as she blushed deep crimson.
"But I've still got to punish you." Moon looked up at him, brow furrowed in confusion, "Hey, you admitted to trying to seduce me. Do you realise how difficult it was for me to sit there, watching your butt shaking as you were cleaning. Seeing your chest pressing up against the shelves. How you keep trying to distract me."
She opened her mouth to object, to say he was wrong, but he held a finger to her lips to silence her. "And so I've got to punish you."
He got up, sitting on the side of the bath, "Come here," he patted his lap, his cock already erect between his legs. "For trying to seduce me, a naughty maid like you needs to be spanked."
It was humiliating.
It was ridiculous.
It was exactly what she wanted.
Moon crawled over to him, laying over his legs. Her breasts hugging him from one side, her thighs from the other. She could feel the tip of his cock rubbing against her chest as he took a deep breath.
And then her world was filled with fire.
The slap he sent to her ass made her yelp with pain, lurching across him, kept in place only by her legs pushing against Marco's.
She'd expected him to be gentle, for the spanking to be more of a caress than a punishment. But Marco obviously meant every word.
The second swat of his hand sent a second wave of pain through her, her breasts crashing back against him as she was sent swinging, almost falling over him. Tears were welling up as she cried out: "Too much!"
It was becoming clear that for all her strength, it had still been years since she'd actually fought. Her combat training had become something half remembered. Marco on the other hand had been keeping up with Star, fighting with just his hands and feet.
And now she knew just how effective he was, how painful his hands could be. It was obvious now. If he wanted to, he could beat her, he could do anything. If she wasn't careful, this could turn out very badly.
"It. Hurts!" She whimpered as his hand came crashing down against her buttocks, turning her pale skin crimson as the pain spread through her.
"It's meant to, otherwise." Another smack, "it", another, "isn't," another, "a punishment."
Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks, this was too much. She wouldn't be able to sit down for at least a day.
"Please," she begged.
"Have you learned your lesson?" He asked.
"Yes!"
"Then good!" He still finished with one last slap to her cheeks, making her collapse panting, spread over his legs.
Her ears were ringing, her mouth open like a dog as she panted for breath. Sucking on the air to stop from fainting.
But the ringing continued, and she realised it wasn't her ears, but was coming from the pile of Marco's sodden clothing.
"I guess it's lunch time," he said. "You're no longer a maid, and I'm no longer your master. You're free."
She was free.
It was hard to believe, after all that. She still couldn't move from the pain.
Moon couldn't look up, Marco's face was hidden so she could only imagine how he looked. Embarrassed that he'd gone too far, or maybe still riding his sadistic high. Or both.
This wasn't a game. If nothing else, the spanking had shown her that. Being a maid wasn't something silly she could just be for a day, have a bit of fun, and then forget about. The way her cheeks were burning had demonstrated that.
Her lip trembled, the words still scared her, knowing that when she said them there'd be no way back.
"No, You're still my master." She desperately tried to push herself up, to be able to look him in the face. He helped her up gently, easing her into the water as it soothed her buttocks.
He shook his head. "You can't, otherwise..." he took a deep breath. "If you were my maid, I could punish you when you were bad, I could turn you into my own personal toy. I could take other maids and treat them just as roughly as you, and-"
She nodded, every word of his conjuring images in her head, being punished so painfully she couldn't sit for a month, having every choice taken from her, being made to work so hard that her muscles ached. "And I couldn't say no. Because you're my master." Even watching him fuck another maid sounded exciting. Underwater, her fingers had already reached her crotch, trying to sooth the sudden craving there.
He grabbed her arm and pulled it out before she could properly start getting off, his smile was back. "Then let's put it to the test. If you want to orgasm, you beg your master."
She needed this, she wanted it more than anything, but she still felt a momentary flash of regret. She was still married to River, this would be a betrayal of her marriage vows. But the regrets faded as she stared at Marco. Even though she loved the daughter River had given her, any romance between them had long faded. She'd been young and naive when she'd chosen him, he'd shown her kindness when her mother died and she'd been fragile. She'd needed the Johansen's army to keep the kingdom safe. It had all made sense.
But anything more was long gone. They'd had Star, and after that there'd been little point in having another. River had started taking all those hunting trips into the wilds, and she'd not questioned it. But she'd kept to herself afterwards. If she'd had another child, it could cause a succession crisis. It would make Star ask questions, especially when they didn't have River's blonde hair.
Now River was just someone who shared her bed. While Marco wanted her.
She spread her legs, exposing herself to Marco. "Please, whatever you want. If you want a queen, a mother, a daughter, a slave, a pet, a kingdom, a living fuck toy," she paused, still unused to even thinking the words, let alone saying them, "whatever you want, I'll give it to you. Just please fuck me."
"Good." With that single word, Marco pushed inside her, his cock driving all regrets from her head as he started pumping in and out. After all, she didn't need to worry about anything, not when she had him. He could practically rule the kingdom already, keeping her as a slave. His hands grabbed a hold of her ass, the burning from where he'd spanked making her wince as he did so, but that just made the pleasure as he fucked her all the more intense. How could Star have given him up? Even if that Tom boy had made sense, the Underworld was a powerful ally after all. But he wasn't like this, he wasn't Marco. She cursed Star as an idiot, even as she revelled in her daughter's missed chance. She could keep Tom, and the power he provided. That was all he had going for him after all.
"You're going to need to get some new clothes," he said, his words punctuated by grunts of exertion. "After all, you need a proper maid outfit, one that shows off your ass and breasts."
"Yes!" she cried, from both the idea and how hard he was fucking her. She could see it now, something form fitting, maybe even decorated with diamonds. She did like those.
"And maybe some others as well," he smiled. "For any other maids we need."
This time she couldn't even say yes, just moaned in agreement as he fucked her harder and harder.
"And you'll help them, won't you. You'll show them just how much fun it is to be my maid, to serve their master."
She would, it wasn't like she could say no to her master after all. She gave another moan of assent, which was all she could do at the time. Even concentrating was hard, each thrust driving her closer and closer to an oblivion of orgasm, her mouth hanging open, useless as her eyes rolled back into her head.
And then he pulled out, his hands finally leaving her ass as he started to aim his dick at her breasts, buoyed up by the water. Thick cum splattered across them as Marco came, staining her breasts as she felt one last shred of regret.
She'd really wanted him to cum inside, regardless of any consequences.
It would have to wait though, until she could beg him properly.
Moon tried desperately to focus on the stains, the brands marking her body once more as Marco's. She'd need to prepare. Make those maid uniforms he'd commanded. After all, a master should have as many maids as he wanted.
Brittney's jaw hung open, scarcely able to believe what she'd been hearing; or seeing, as Marco had told Moon to masturbate, rubbing herself to the story, her wet pussy on display in front of Brittney. It was an intoxicating sight.
She'd not even noticed when she'd started to mirror the queen's actions, her own hand starting to push in and out of her pussy, imagining how it must have felt for Moon when Marco had fucked her.
They both hovered on the brink of orgasm, their clits begging to be touched more and more, to finally grant themselves an orgasmic release. But Marco hadn't let them. Brittney was just glad he'd let her get away with masturbating at all, given how he'd reacted to Moon in her story.
Marco had complete control over the queen's orgasms, and now she realised as she pushed her fingers deeper inside, he had control of hers as well.
Moon whimpered as she tried to avoid orgasming, looking desperately at Marco for permission. When he finally granted it, she climaxed in seconds, her arousal splattering all over the floor. Marco nodded at Brittney, and she took even less time, her body shaking as it washed over her.
Marco grinned, "While Moon turned out to be a natural submissive - almost as much as Hekapoo - we had to make sure with you. You're normally so much of a brat."
She nodded. She'd looked down on him and the queen, fought back against them every step of the way. But not any more. The rest of the month she'd serve well. And then? Well, being a maid for a living didn't sound like such a bad idea now.
Especially now she wasn't alone.
