Maid in Heaven Ch. 02

"please!" Miari couldn't breathe. The cock was so close, and Elesma's finger, teasing around her lips, felt so good, but she needed more—

"Just like us?" the two elfmaids cooed together, and their voices joined like the sweetest song in the world.

Just like us. The words echoed in Miari's simple mind. She pictured herself, clad in a slutty pink maid outfit. Just like them. She pictured herself, giggling, playing one finger with her long blonde hair, a total ditz. Just like them. She pictured herself, squirming and whimpering and begging for relief as her fellow maids toyed with her cock, teased her, humiliated her. Just like them. She pictured herself begging for more... begging to be dressed up, to be toyed with, to be used and filled and...

"i wanna suck," she whimpered, nodding weakly. "i wanna... wanna taste..."

"You wanna suck her bimbo cock?" Elesma asked softly, stroking her hair.

Miari nodded needily. She wiggled her butt, lost in the feeling of Elesma's delicate fingers running through her locks. "i wanna suck her bimbo cock," she managed.

"You wanna get all cumdumb?" Galess murmured. Her cock seemed to dribble a little, and more sweet scents wafted over Miari as she watched, transfixed. "Like a good little cumslut?"

"i w-wanna get all cumdumb!" Miari whispered, nodding desperately, desperate to appease them. "w-wanna be a... a g-good little cumslut!"

The humiliating phrases passed like sweet honey from her lips. She was drunk on them, and the elfmaids knew it, judging by their warm laughter. She was drowning in humiliation. Drowning in being treated like a... like a good, slutty, submissive, horny little pet~

"Gosh," Elesma said, voice filled with mock-surprise, "what kinda girl would want that?" The headpets and headpats intensified. Miari's mind was melting to mush from how hot her cheeks were burning. "What kinda, like, silly... slutty... ..."

"Bimbo!" Miari squealed.

Immediately, she bit her lip, desperate to shut herself up—and even more desperate to hold in a sudden moan of intense pleasure. Why... why did that feel so... so... She couldn't let her mind finish the sentence.

And luckily for Miari, the maids wouldn't let her.

"Good girl!" they gushed in unison, and Miari whimpered and whined as Elesma's hands descended on her dumb dizzy head in a flurry of gentle headpets. "Aw, what a good bimbo!"

"She's being suuuch a good girl," Galess cooed, wiggling enticingly so her cock continued to bob in rhythm. "Maybe we should let her?"

"If she asks nicely," Elesma purred, giggling as she nudged Miari's head up with a finger under her chin and forced Miari to meet her gleaming, dazzling heart eyes. "How about it, sweetie?"

Miari stared up into those eyes, panting.

Helplessly, her eyes fell back down to Galess's cock.

Just a taste, she thought, licking her lips.

"p-please," she heard herself whimper, "please, m-may i... may i..." Her words devolved into squeaks as she felt Elesma's finger brushing a little drool from her quivering lower lip. "... t-taste?"

"Like a good little bimbo?" Galess burbled.

Shame filled Miari as she blushed beetred. "like... a good l-little bimbo," she whined. "p-pleeease?" She made her eyes as big and needy as she possibly could, even as her spirit quailed from this assault, railed against this disgrace.

Reveled in it.

There was a long pause. Intuitively, Miari knew the maids were simply holding back giggles, but she couldn't help but give her ass a little wiggle, hoping this would make her degradation more believable. More persuasive.

"Okay, little maid," Elesma cooed, caressing Miari's cheek—Miari whimpered in unspeakable delight at the touch. "Just a kiss."

Galess gave a tiny whine. Part of Miari wanted to whine, too. Part of her wanted to sob at the last word. Just a kiss? For all that? But she needed to suck! She needed to take Galess's pretty bimbo cock between her bimbo lips and let Galess fuck her mouth, be used, be filled—

But the thought of delaying this even more by complaining filled her with a terror she couldn't name. They would make her humiliate herself even more if she wasn't a good bimbo. If she wasn't a good maid. She had to be a good girl.

And the cock bobbed adorably before her, so cute and pretty and needy and... and... sweet...

Drooling, Miari leaned in, lashes fluttering, and wrapped her lips around the tip.

Oh.

Her eyes closed.

oh.

It was.... It was almost heaven. Miari's lips were so, so sensitive, and it was like they were fit exactly for Galess's cock. Feeling the head of Galess's womanhood sliding in between her lips was like... it was like nothing Miari had ever felt before. Her lips tingled and sang with ecstasy as they settled around the head, and almost mindlessly, she began to suck.

Sweetly. Submissively. Like a good bimbo maid would.

Galess let out a moan of pleasure, and Miari heard herself moaning back as Galess squirmed. She glowed with pride, eyes opening wide to stare up into Galess's half-closed eyes. Those hearts were swirling and fluttering like autumn leaves in the breeze now, like Miari's eager, dainty suckling was sending all Galess's silly thoughts into a whirly windstorm.

Miari prayed with all her might that Elesma wouldn't stop her. She knew she'd gone a bit further down, but Elesma didn't seem to mind. As long as Miari stayed where she was, and went no deeper... if only Miari could keep sucking...

Daringly, as she felt Galess's bimbo cock twitching needily, her tongue darted out. Her eyelashes fluttered with pleasure as, staring up into Elesma's deep rosy eyes, she gave the cock's tip a tiny little lick.

Galess gave a squeal of delight. Butterflies of pleasure burst into the air in swarms of pink ecstasy. Miari couldn't help but mewl as the sweet, achingly delectable flavor sank into her, and before she could even think to question why this felt so good, she was licking and lapping eagerly, staring up at Galess and watching the pretty blonde squirm and thrash in her constraints, mew and whine like a horny kitten.

Miari felt so good. She drowned in it. No, she swam deeper. Sucked and licked and drank down the sweet, sweet taste like a good girl, like it was the most delicious, delectable, addictive heavenly nectar to ever grace her tongue.

But she couldn't tell if she was delighting in the flavor, the aphrodisiac, the wonderful sensations...

... or the knowledge of how good she was making Galess feel.

But... but... Her head swam. This was just a taste. Just a taste... right? She felt uncertainty bubbling in her. It felt so, so, so good...

... How would she ever stop?

Galess's breaths were getting shallower, her moans softer, needier. Miari flicked her tongue over the tip, so intoxicated, so... so...

Dimly, she felt Elesma tugging down her pants all the way. Heard the maid cooing as Miari's needy cock was revealed, so tightly constained beneath Miari's panties. "Mmnn..." she moaned, trying and failing to shake her head.

"Don't worry, sweetie," Elesma sang, giggling as Miari squirmed. "We'll take you to Lady Ciliata right after this. Won't we, Galess?"

"S-Sooon," Galess cooed, squirming happily.

Soon. Miari's lashes fluttered. Yes. Soon. So soon. She just had to suck a little longer. Just had to be a good maid a little longer, and then she'd get to meet Lady Ciliata.

And Lady Ciliata was supposed to be soooo pretty, she thought, giggling brainlessly. Kitsune always were. She wondered if Lady Ciliata would tease her even more than the maids. Maybe make her wear that ring Galess had talked about.

Her heart fluttered and her cock twitched eagerly. Oh, that would be... just awful

Humiliating, even. Her sucking sped up, and so did Galless's moans, which made her even hornier, even more desperate to please...

"Such a good girl," she heard Elesma purring, as the other bimbo undid Miari's Ranger clasp, tossed the fluttering cloak aside. Now all Miari had was her blouse and her undergarments. "Lady Ciliata's gonna totally looove you."

Maybe making Galess cum would incapacitate her. Make her easier to control, to escape. Miari licked more eagerly, trying so badly to do what she thought Galess would like, to follow the signs Galess gave of what she liked more, where she was more sensitive. She batted her eyelashes and wiggled her ass, because Galess seemed to like that. Maybe making Galess cum would... would give Miari a chance to... to... and, like... like...

... and she'd be so happy with Miari...

Miari gave one more little lick, and locked eyes with Galess.

Miari saw herself reflected in those shimmering sunset eyes, and she stared, lost in the vision. Galess's face was burning almost as bright as Miari's. Galess was panting, drooling, moaning. She was so happy. Such a perfect bimbo maid.

And she was right on the edge.

Miari felt a little wicked thrill of glee, and gave another little lick. Galess jerked and whined, bucking, straining against her bonds. So close.

So happy.

So brainless and perfect.

So pretty in her pink dress...

... such a pretty wide-eyed bimbo reflected in those pretty swirling spiraling heart eyes...

Miari, utterly entranced, gave another tender suckle, and another lick.

And as Galess's eyes opened wide, and her lips parted to let out a squeal of pleasure, Miari felt Elesma's soft hand press against the top of her head.

"Goooood bimbo," Elesma cooed. "Now make her happy."

And that hand pushed her down.

Miari squealed in shocked pleasure as she felt her sensitive, needy cocksucking lips suddenly sliding down to the hilt, and her very throat was stimulated with the feeling of being filled. She found herself sucking and bobbing on the cock like a delicious sweetmeat as the taste filled her, as she drowned in pure bliss.

Galess cried in ecstasy. Her legs wrapped around Miari's head, and Miari could only tremble with pride, with joy, with fulfillment as she tried her best to be aa good girl, to draw out Galess's delight as long as possible, to milk every last drop of sweet cum from Galess's bimbo cock as her lips slid up and down the smooth, needy, twitching shaft.

And when at last Elesma's hand became gentle again, and as Miari's lips rose again to the tip, the tip of her tongue lapping hungrily for every last drop of yummy cum, her eyes briefly rolled back up into her head as pure tingly fuzzy melty dribbly putty bliss cascaded through her whole submissive body.

She pooled in the afterglow, a molten puddle of light, and moaned softly, and continued to suckle like a good slut.

She heard them cooing praise to her. Questions. suggestions.

"Are you a good girl?" Elesma cooed.

"mm-hm!" Miari nodded helplessly.

"L-Love being a good girl?" Galess whispered as she rocked and squirmed.

"mm-hmm!"

"Mary's being a goood bimbo," Elesma gushed.

"mmm!"

"It's all she ever wanted!"

"mmmmm!"

"Gosh," Elesma gushed, and Miari felt her fingers daintily examining Miari's own cock, fingertips caressing over the tip, "and if I didn't know any better, I'd say she likes it—" *twitch* "... when we embarrass her like this~"

"MMMM!"

"Maybe," Elesma purred, fingers stroking delicately, teasingly, making Miari's cock twitch and jerk helpless in her grasp, "she likes being treated..." Her silken words were timed with little strokes and rubs along the head. "... like a cute. Horny. slut."

"mm—nnno! With all her might, and all the mental strength her own shame gave her—which was far less than it felt like it should have been—Miari forced herself off of Galess's cock, panting for breath. She squirmed away from Elesma's hand, shaking her head. "n-No! I—I'm not, like—"

"Oopsie!" Elesma's fingers tickled Miari's side as she pulled back. "Something wrong, cutie?"

Miari giggled at the touch. "I-I'm not cute!" she protested, shaking her head desperately to try to get the nice, swirly hearts out of her mind. Sensing Elesma's hand moving toward her cock again, she squirmed and wriggled out of reach, though she could only crawl so far when attached by the ankle to the leg of the other chair.

"No?" Galess murmured. She was still a little red-faced, still a little out of breath, but she beamed down at Miari—and reached down to tickle under Miari's chin.

"N-nnuh!" Miari mewled, trying in vain to escape the tickling before another bubbly giggle escaped her. "I-I—" When had Galess gotten her arms untied? "I, like—I h-have to go!"

"What's the hurry?" Elesma murmured, and out of the corner of her eye, Miari could see her reaching for something. "Like, you look sooo cute down there."

Miari squirmed at the praise. "I'm not cute!" she said again, biting her lip, staring up helplessly as Galess hopped out of the chair and crouched before her. Now she was on her hands and knees between the two of them, and she felt... very small right now.

"Cuuute!" Galess sang, booping Miari on the nose.

"N-No!" Miari ducked her head, blushing pathetically. She knew she was only making a more tempting target, but her whole mind was a swirl of pink hearts and pretty cocks and teasing praise right now.

"Gosh," Galess purred, "she'd look sooo cute if she had a little maid outfit like us!"

"I-I'm not a maid," Miari whispered, not daring to meet Galess's gaze.

She felt Galess's finger under her chin force her head up. Gently, but firmly.

The blonde bimbo beamed down atg her, eyes dancing with those pretty, swirly hearts. "That's not, like, what you said a moment ago!" she said smugly.

Miari felt her whole body flushing as hot as a furnace. "I-I—" She couldn't look away from Galess's eyes, even though she could sense Elesma moving around her. "I just—I just—" She let out a little giggle as Galess's fingers tickled the place where her neck met her shoulders. "J-Just needed—"

"Needed to suck?" Galess cooed, leaning in with a wide smirk. "Needed to be a cute, slutty bimbo?"

"She's making such cuuute sounds~" Elesma chirped, giggling as her fingers toyed with Miari's panties. "Suuuch a pretty little maid we've found for Mistress!"

Miari squeaked and giggled—only because the touches tickled an awful lot, that was the only reason—and wriggled helplessly. She wanted to thrash, to break away, but she was so turned on, and Galess's eyes were so pretty, and her brain felt so goopy and dumb and pink and rosy and silly and sweet and—

—and her ankle was still bound, she mentally corrected, gulping. That... that was the only reason.

Pretty little maid. "I'm." Her thoughts swam in Galess's pretty heart eyes. Words were so hard. Giggling was easier. Sucking was easier still. "I'm n-n-not... pretty..."

"Awww." Galess patted her on the head, smirking. Miari bit her lip at the touch. "Yes, you are, silly!"

Miari shook her head with a feeble pout.

"She's, like, sooo silly," Elesma cooed, as Miari felt her panties sliding down her legs—and felt her cock springing free, as bouncy and eager as the bimbos that tormented it.

"She is!" Galess agreed, leaning down towards Miari with a sly glint in those swirling eyes. "But that's okay."

"Silly girls are pretty girls," Elesma purred, her voice like mulled wine.

"Silly girls are good girls," Galess sang, her eyes filling Miari's vision with endless depths of candy-pink love.

"Si-Silly—" Miari bit her lip to hold in the words. She felt so vulnerable, so helpless, so unbearably horny... Silly girls are pretty girls. Silly girls are good girls.

"Good girls," Elesma cooed in Miari's ear, "feel goooood."

"G-Good," Miari cried softly, unable to hold in the words. She felt so heavy. So weighed down by thoughts, by worries. She had never felt so embarrassed. She had never felt so... so...

... good...

"And feeling good," Galess said sweetly, tickling Miari under the chin until Miari couldn't help but giggle, "makes you silly!"

"Silly," Miari whimpered, shaking her head despite her words. She found herself leaning into Galess's touch as the blonde elf stroked her hair—her long, free-flowing hair.

"Do you feel good right now?" Elesma asked softly. Her voice was tinged with a subtle wickedness, and Miari swallowed. What was she planning?

Miari forced her mouth shut, even though she could barely breathe at how she was being treated. Galess smelled so sweet.

But the praise was even sweeter.

Even more addictive.

She needed to... needed to get out. That thought hung with her, even as the headpets and headpats drove all other thoughts from her dizzy head. That thought sloshed about and scattered away, but always it resurfaced. She needed to find Lady Ciliata. She needed to. Needed to.

Miari's thoughts trailed off and dribbled away into slippery nothing. Her lips parted.

"Does that feel good?" Elesma cooed.

Miari trembled. Needed. Needed. Her thoughts couldn't connect.

"Do you like that?" Elesma purred.

Something was. Miari whined. Something was touching her cock.

Something warm. And wet. And slippery. And... and...

She tried to tear her eyes from Galess to look, but Galess was too close, and was holding her captive in her mind-wiping pink gaze. Miari couldn't help herself, and she let out the teensiest whimper as the slippery thing began to wrap around the tip of her cock.

"Does your silly bimbo cock like that?" Elesma whispered in her ear.

Miari whimpered again, louder.

"Hm? What was that?"

"Nn." Miari could barely think of words to speak. "Nnn..."

"Ooh, what's that?" Galess giggled, stroking Miari's cheek tenderly. "Does she want more?"

Miari's eyes widened. "Nn! Nnnuh!"

She couldn't shake her head. She couldn't think of the word. Galess's eyes were drowning her, and the. The touch.

The touch felt so good.

She squirmed pathetically as the strange touch began to rise up to wrap around her cock at the tip. It was a rapid, eager suckling, and as Miari felt dribbling honey tingling around her sensitive skin, her heart plummeted, as she realized what it was.

"Ooh, it's soooo hard to say," Elesma bubbled. "I mean, like, all we silly maids want is to please..." The 'lips' of Miari's new lover seemed to give a tiny little squeeze.

It was so hard to think of the name. Her lips parted, and a helpless sigh escaped her. The sucking felt so good. So unbearably, slippily lovely. It seemed almost to be... to be...

"I bet a silly maid like you doesn't know what that is," Galess said sweetly, booping Miari on the nose again. "Does she?"

"Nn!" Miari swallowed. "N-N, I—I—" Gods, why were the words not coming to her? It was a... it was a sipping, um...

"Of course she doesn't," Elesma chimed, and gave Miari a little kiss on the cheek. Miari felt her head tingle with the kiss, but more than that she felt lovely pink bubbles of humiliation as the name slipped from her mind again. "That's okay. Silly maids don't need to know things."

"And you're suuuuuuch a silly—"

"S-Sipping foxlove!" Miari squeaked in a flash of clarity. Then she flushed. "I-I mean, um, sipping—sipping—"

"Foxglove," Elesma purred, as the flower gave Miari's tip a nice, long slurp that made Miari pant as the breath fled her breast. "Ooh, isn't it yummy? Look how silly she's getting already!"

"Doesn't even know what a sipping foxglove is!" Galess cooed, beaming. "Ooh, Elesma, should we tell her? Tell the silly girl?"