A mother and daughter make a deal with the devil.
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Tentatively, Prinea knocked on the door, she pulled her daughter alongside her, her back to the street and hoping to go unseen by passer’s buy. She felt ashamed that anyone seeing her at that door, with her daughter, Sefara, would know what business they were up to. She had been a proud woman, but the war had displaced her from her lands and family. She’d fled across the border and had been trying to find work and refuge in this unfamiliar city. Many women in her situation turned to selling their bodies on the streets or in houses run by madams. Serving themselves and their daughters up to whichever man had the coin.
Prinea was too proud to stoop to becoming a common whore, but she knew she needed to do something to keep herself and her daughter from starving, or worse. She counted herself lucky that she and her daughter hadn’t yet been ravaged by the vagrants or drunken soldiers who wandered the streets both day and night. Prinea had been directed to the address, she now stood in front of, having read a notice at the temple's public bulletin board.
The advertisement had read: “Help Wanted - Mother & Daughter live in servants for 12 month engagement. Excellent pay. Duties will include tending to the master’s personal needs. Single mothers & virginal daughters only.” Prinea had been a little surprised to find this notice on the temple bulletin board and asked about the employer. People who knew of him said that he had money and kept a formal home in the wealthier part of the city. Prinea at first rejected the idea, for it seemed she and her daughter would be little better than whores were she to take the position. But as the days of cold nights hiding in the streets and scraping for food added up, she decided that perhaps this man might be their savior afterall. It was worth a chance.
Prinea had walked for almost an hour out of the center of the city to find the address. It was a quiet tree lined street. Well dressed folk occasionally passed them on the sidewalk. Most gave the pair a wide berth. Prinea was never so aware or embarrassed of her and her daughter’s dirty attire. Before the war, she’d always been sure to wear the best clothes she could afford and had been sure to keep Sefara’s dresses clean and bright. She’d felt relieved once they’d found the low walled front yard of the address. The gate to the front door was open and a walkway led to a lovely manor house. Just as quickly as she’d felt relieved to have finally found the address, Prinea felt guilt and shame that anyone who saw her turn up the walkway, knew that she’d come to offer herself and her daughter for the job advertised.
Prinea clapped the brass knocker again, holding her daughter against her bosom, wishing someone would answer the door quickly, and that the pair would be ushered inside, away from prying eyes. The door opened at last. A middle aged woman in a housemaids outfit greeted the pair. She stood in the doorway, barring entry. “How may I help you?” the woman asked, with an air of disinterest.
“I’m here for the job advertised at the temple” Prineas stated. The woman seemed to focus more closely on Prinea now. After a brief pause, she swept her eyes up and down Sefara as well. Like Prinea, the woman was rather short. “What was the job for?” the woman asked, with a little smirk on her face.
Prinea began to blush, it was clear to her the woman knew what the job was for and that she took pleasure in trying to make Prinea uncomfortable. “For the mother and daughter to...” She paused.
The maid’s smirk broadened, relishing making the woman on her doorstep sweat. “...toooo do what?”
Prinea straightened her back and pushed her breasts forward, steeling herself to not be cowed by this simple house maid. “To provide service to the master of the house.”
The maid paused a moment longer, taking a longer look at the two women on her front porch. “And your name maam?” she asked.
“Prinea” she answered proudly.
“And this little treasure?” the maid stopped to level her face with Prinea’s daughter and placed her index finger under the girl's chin to turn Sefara’s face to meet hers.
“Sefara” answered Prinea.
The maid held her gaze on Sefara, “I’d like to hear her voice, if you don’t mind. What’s your name child?”
Sefara’s dark eyes met the maids and she answered “Sefara” firmly and proudly. Prinea tingled with some pride that her daughter had shown she too had some backbone.
“And have you known the touch of a man, Sefara?” asked the maid.
Sefara shook her head emphatically. “No ma'am, ” she added.
Something inside Prinea squirmed when she heard the maid ask her daughter that question, her daughter’s reaction and head shake, it was almost as if she was looking forward to such an event.
The maid smiled. “You may enter, but you’ll need to be washed and prepared before meeting with the master.” The woman stood aside and let the mother and daughter inside. Closing and locking the door behind them.
Prenia and Sefara looked about the large foyer. There was elaborate molding on every wall and door frame. Expensive furniture and art adorned the house. They were led down a hallway, made a turn and then led down a further hallway. They came upon a girl wearing a gossamer blouse that hung to just below her waist. “Meeera, go heat the tub, it looks like you may be getting a sister.”
The girl, who Prinea guessed couldn’t be much older than her Sefara, smiled and turned to run down the hallway, her blouse flapping up behind her to reveal a rather cute bare bottom.
The maid turned back to her two new charges. “That’s my daughter Meera”, she smiled with obvious pride. “We answered an ad like you did a few years ago. She’ll be happy to have another sister.”
Prinea flushed at the revealing display of the girl and admission that both the child and the woman leading her, had answered the same ad that she was now here about.
“Is he...” Prinea glanced at Sefara then spoke up to get the maid’s attention. “Is he nice?”
The maid smiled back at her with a strange look on her face. She glanced at Sefara as well, who seemed to be hanging on whatever the maid was about to say. “He’s nice, mostly. I mean, he is a man of power and wealth, and has the tastes to suit. But if you do as you’re told, you’ll find that he’s a fair and caring man.”
Prinea just nodded, face flushing at the woman’s advice.
Sefara at last found her voice, having been silent at her mothers side these past few days, though she’d read the advertisement and struggled to understand what any of it meant. “Does the master like kids?” she blurted out.
The maid shook her head smiling, “Oh yes my child, he certainly does.” She turned and laughed to herself and continued to lead them down the hall.
Sefara wasn’t sure why the woman thought her question was so funny and looked at her mother for insight. Prinea smiled at her beautiful daughter and patted her straight dark haired head reassuringly. “Mommy will make sure you are taken care of, don’t worry baby girl”
“Oh, you have no idea how true that is.” the maid said under her breath. Her words were lost on Prinea but Sefara heard the woman, which only added to the girl’s confusion.
“My name is Jhanzia by the way” the woman said, as they turned into a room. The room was all stone floors and walls, two large fireplaces burned at either side of the room and high windows let sunlight filter in. Several oil lamps hung from wall sconces, which only seemed to deepen the shadows in the corner of the room while highlighting the large copper tub that sat in the center.
Prinea and Sefara were greeted with the smell of soaps and perfumes, and felt warm moist air wash over them as they stepped into the room. The girl Meera was pouring a large brass handled jug of water into the large copper tub in the center of the room. Steam billowed up around her, causing her gossamer blouse to cling to her lithe figure.
“Your clothes please.” Jhanzia stood beside the door with her hand out, she clearly expected the two visitors to comply. “You don’t want to show up for your interview looking and... smelling, like you do.” She tried saying the last as kindly as possible.
Prinea knew how she and her daughter must appear and even smell, having lived in their clothes for weeks without bathing or cleaning. “What shall we wear?” she asked.
“We will provide appropriate attire for your interview.”
Prinea began to unwrap her sari from her shoulder and nodded to Sefara to do the same. Jhanzia continued to talk as the two applicants removed their clothes and stepped out of their worn and dirty sandals.
“Bathing is required daily, for everyone on staff. Sometimes the Master will require you to bathe more often. Assuming he finds you acceptable.” Jhanzia paid little mind to Prinea, preferring to closely watch Sefara disrobe. As her eyes adjusted to the low light of the room, Prinea could make out that large copper pots were being warmed by either fire and Meera was filling her jug from one of the large pots. Several small tables littered with oils and soaps stood near the central tub. Racks held towels and washcloths nearby as well.
Prenia had finished unwrapping her sari, and handed it to Jhanzia. Standing half naked, she then removed her bodice and draped it over the maid’s arm. Prenia now stood completely nude before the maid and the two girls. Her full brown capped breasts rose firmly from her chest. Prenia had always been proud of her breasts, and how firm they stood, even after having a child. Her skin was smooth, her waist narrow and her hips flared out nicely. A dark thatch of fur bristled from between her legs and under her arms.
Sefara on the other hand was nearly the opposite of her mother. Her chest was nearly flat, but for a pair of dark thick nipples, the barest swelling of breast meat was visible. Her skin was smooth and paler than her mother’s. Her hips were slender where her mother’s flared out. Between her legs a smooth hairless mound was visible, accentuated by a simple cleft.
Jhanzia visually appraised the girl, then finished collecting the dirty smelly clothes from the two. “She’ll do” Jhanzia nodded to Prinea, “your daughter is beautiful, I think Master will quite like her. Now, the two of you need to get cleaned up. I will take these clothes and let the master know that he has suitable applicants to interview.”
Prinea led her daughter to the tub in the middle of the room, which Meera had finished filling with hot water. Jhanzia’s words echoed in her mind, she’d waited until she’d seen Sefara fully nude before she’d determined that they were suitable applicants. The master hadn’t been notified, and probably wouldn’t have been notified if she hadn’t liked what she’d seen.
Prinea led her daughter to the tub in the middle of the room, which Meera had finished filling with hot water. Jhanzia’s words echoed in her mind, she’d waited until she’d seen Sefara fully nude before she’d determined that they were suitable applicants. The master hadn’t been notified, and probably wouldn’t have been notified if she hadn’t liked what she’d seen.
Meera stood next to the tub, emptying one last jug of hot water into it. Prinea couldn’t help but notice how beautiful the girl looked, her flaxen hair hung down in curls, her thin blouse hung off the points of her nipples, hinting at the firmness of the small youthful flesh beneath.
Prinea stepped into the tub. The water felt hot to her foot, but not too hot. She helped her daughter into the tub, taking a moment herself to look her daughter over. The last year had been so crazy, fleeing their country and just trying to survive. Her husband had died in the fighting and ever since, it had been a struggle. Life as she knew it fell away. In that time, she’d barely noticed that her daughter had approached the cusp of womanhood. Now, her gaze lingered on her daughter’s body. Her breasts and yoni, while still more childlike than mature, showed the signs of what was to come. Her areola had puffed out from her chest and her nipples had popped out into thick berries. Her mons had thickened, pointing her bald slit further downward between her legs, and her hips showed the first signs of widening past her waist.
Sefara felt her mother’s gaze wash over her like the brush of a feather. Her nipples tingled and hardened as she saw her mother’s stare and then an unfamiliar warmth, not caused by the bath water, centered down between her legs. First, she’d noticed the maid, Jhanzia, looking at her, and now her mother looked at her differently than she’d ever seen before. She sat down into the warm water to hide her body from this new found attention.
There was enough room in the tub for both females to sit facing each other. Prinea leaned back against the tub wall and let the warmth wash over her. Her breasts floated just below the surface of the water. Sefara sat with her arms wrapped around her knees, the water was almost to her shoulders. Meera poured a succulent smelling oil into the water.
Prinea’s moment of relaxation was interrupted. “Maam, can I wash your hair?” Meera had gently touched Prinea’s shoulder, she held a jug in her other hand.
Prinea smiled at the lovely girl, “yes, thank you” she wasn’t sure what to say and leaned forward away from the tub and then tilted her head back. Meera poured warm water over the woman’s head, then reached for some soap and began washing Prinea’s hair.
Prinea was in heaven. “Oh goddess that feels wonderful” she murmured as Meera’s delicate hands massaged her scalp and lathered her hair. She couldn’t help but let out little moans, nobody had touched her in so long and Meera’s hands felt absolutely wonderful. Her punani, nearly forgotten in the past year, was awakening.
“Do you like it?” giggled Meera. “Doesn’t getting your hair washed feel so good?” She continues to firmly run her fingers over Prinea’s head. Then in a conspiratorial whisper she adds, “I think Nadia actually cums when she gets her hair washed.” Meera then burst out in laughter.
Prinea would have laughed along with the girl, if she wasn’t also feeling those same pleasurable pulsations between her legs. Instead, she simply moaned in pleasure once more. All too soon, Meera declared that her hair was washed and she went to fetch another jug of hot water. Prinea’s head longed for the return of the girl's touch and her yoni was left inflamed and unsatisfied.
“Mommy, what does cum mean?” whispered Sefara, once Meera had stepped away.
Prinea was slightly flustered by the question, but realized the time for educating her daughter was upon her. “It's a really good feeling you can get between your legs, ” answered the mother.
Sefara’s eyes looked upward as if recalling a memory. “Oh.. you mean... oh...” she paused and then blushed.
Prinea lifted an eyebrow at her daughter’s response, surprised that her daughter seemed to have some familiarity with orgasms. She felt, given the situation, that she needed to elaborate. “Men and women both like to cum, but men really need to cum, us ladies, we can merely enjoy it when it happens.”
Sefara nodded to her mother. Meera had returned and rinsed Prinea’s hair with clean warm water. Prinea relished the moments the girl's hands combed through her wet hair.
Meera handed Prinea soap and a washcloth, which Prinea handed to her daughter.
“No maam.” said Meera. “You have to wash her, the mother must always bathe the supplicant.”
Prinea’s eyebrows raised, “The supplicant? What? She can wash herself!”
Meera smiled and placed her hand on Prinea’s, together holding the soap. “The mother is responsible for her daughter’s cleanliness... among other things. It's the law of the manor. I will wash you, but you must wash your daughter.” Meera turned and grabbed more soap and a washcloth.
Prinea sat in the tub watching the scantily clad girl, sunlight filtered through her thin blouse, leaving no secret to her shape beneath. She was still grasping at the instruction the girl had given her. The view of the sexy girl kept her mind from properly processing her previous thoughts. While she sat motionless, Jhanzia walked into the room carrying some colorful fabrics in her arms. Once again distracted by the visual, Prinea watched Jhanzia hang the bright red and green fabrics over hooks. Each appeared to be silk sarees embroidered with gold.
Her reverie was broken when she felt the harsh scrubbing of her shoulders and back by Meera.
“Are you going to wash your daughter?” asked the approaching Jhanzia, she glanced at the mother’s hands, still motionless holding the soap and washcloth. Sefara remained wide eyed at the interchange regarding her cleaning.
Prinea came to a decision, “Turn around Sefara, let mommy wash your back.”
Sefara silently complied. Mother washed daughter and Meera washed Prinea. Each bathing was interrupted when the other was asked to raise an arm, stand up, put a foot on the side of the tub, sit down, etc.. Meera’s hands were not bashful at all, noted Prinea. The girl rubbed over and under her breasts, all over her body. She quaked when the girl's fingers slid the soap through her ass crack, and carefully washed her pucker.
“Clean your daughter like Meera is cleaning you.” instructed Jhanzia. Prinea mimicked the girl's movements, gliding her hands over her daughter’s smooth flesh, running the bar of soap between her firm butt cheeks. She hadn’t washed her child like this since she was a baby. Meera’s hand had moved up between the woman’s lower lips. Prinea bit her lip to stifle a moan from the child's ministrations between her legs. She was thorough in her cleaning. Jhanzia reminded her to do the same to Sefara. Prinea blushed at how easily the touch of the girl Meera had caused her to lose her ability to move.
Prinea told her daughter to put her foot on the side of the tub, her back to her mother, she leant forward and rested her hand on the tub's lip as well. Prinea slid her soapy hand over her daughter’s tight sphincter, cleaning and rubbing and then up from behind into her pudgy cleft. She felt the small folds of Sefara’s inner lips and the small nub on top, Prinea’s slippery fingers slid over the soft skin, feeling the hardness of her daughter’s nub. The girl squealed cutely at her mother’s cleansing touch.
Jahnzia leaned in to whisper to Prinea, “Not too much now, she should be hungry for Master’s touch.”
Prinea halted, realizing she’d subconsciously been masturbating her daughter’s virgin slit. Meera had moved on to washing Prinea’s thick bush. Prinea leaned over her daughter’s shoulder and washed off her mound, one hand from the front and the other wrapped from behind. Sefara’s mound felt so perfect in her palm, she thought.
Sefara gave a little shudder and longing whimper as her mother’s hands left her yoni. Until now, she’d never known how good it felt to have someone else touching her there.
The two bathers quickly moved on to washing legs and feet. They each were careful to wash between every toe. Prinea noted that Jhanzia was off to the side, sharpening a straight razor with a strop. She’d only seen men being shaved with straight razors previously. Once they had finished washing their feet, Jhanzia approached with soap and the razor.
“Raise your arm please.” the maid instructed Prinea. Prinea raised her arm and tried not to squirm too much as Jhanzia lathered her underarm and then shaved off her hair. “Normally we’d sugar the hairs”, she apologized, “but there’s just too much hair. Next time.”
Prinea felt slight shame at how unkempt her body hair had gotten over the last many months. She’d once taken pride in keeping herself primped and plucked. Jhanzia finished scraping away the last of the hairs under one arm and moved on to the other.
Sefara sat back down in the tub, staring up and watching as her mother was shaven in front of her. She was quite intrigued when Jhanzia had her mother put her foot on the lip of the tub and leaned in so close to her mother’s crotch, then rubbed it all over with soap. Her mother closed her eyes and tipped her head back. She had to put her arm around Meera to keep from falling as the maid pulled on her mothers folds and shaved all the dark curly hairs from her. Sefara feared her mother was in pain, from all the twitching and moaning she did while being shaved by the sharp blade. She feared the blade had finally cut her mother, when she saw a long dollop of liquid drip from between her cleft and splat into the tub. But upon looking further, she didn’t see any blood. Jhanzia shifted around behind Prinea and told her to bend over, but keep her foot on the side of the tub. Sefara watched her mother lean over, gripping either side of the tub, her face inches above her own. Her mother’s eyes looked glassy and out of focus. Sefara glanced down, mesmerized by her mother’s breasts, hanging and swaying so close to her. Jhanzia bent behind her mother’s bottom, she couldn’t tell what she was doing with the razor back there, but her mother twitched and moaned again. As if of its own mind, Sefara raised her left hand and cupped mer mother’s brown nippled breast.
Prinea was keenly aware of the fingers prodding her backside and the razor gliding across her sensitive anus. She was so aroused from having her yoni shaved, she had come close to cumming on several occasions. Jhanzia pressed the pad of her thumb into Prinea’s sphincter to pull it aside to shave off every hair. Prinea’s knees weakened, and then she felt the hand knead her breasts. She came.
“Oooohhhhhfffff ggggaaaaaaaaaa fffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhh” bellowed the young widow as she shuddered and moaned through the first orgasm she’d had in almost a year. It mattered not that her breasts were being groped by her daughter, or that a stranger was essentially fingering her asshole while shaving her, and that a waif of a girl stood beside her smiling at the spectacle she was making of herself.
Jhanzia paused as the mother of the supplicant’s orgasmic tremors subsided. She shared a smile and laugh with her own daughter before completing the job of removing Prinea’s pubic hair. “Somebody hasn’t been touched in a while, has she?” She asked rhetorically.
“Oh my goddess, thank you, ” quaked and panted Prinea, “I didn’t know how much I needed that.” She blushed deeply, but held still to allow the maid to complete her task.
Sefara released her mother’s breasts and looked up at her with surprise. “Did you cum Mommy?”
Prinea smiled, still blushing. “Yes baby girl. Mommy had a cum. It felt so good. I hope I didn’t scare you.”
Sefara shook her head no, but she was a little shaken by witnessing her mother cum from inches away from her. She’d seen her mother make faces never before seen.
“Ok, all done” announced Jhanzia, as she stepped away from the bent over mother. She stared at the woman’s small tight ass and prominent bald slit. “You look beautiful, by the way, ” she added as almost an afterthought.
Meera came alongside her mother to see for herself. She nodded in agreement with her mother. “They’re so lucky. I wish it was my first day again.”