Battle Maid Novels & Stories

She twisted her lips slightly. No need to take more photos go back to work. Mrs Sarah ordered the maids. Yes ma'am said Harriet and bowed her head. Yes ma'am said Kate. She also bowed her head. But madam we haven't taken enough photos and sir Malik hasn't ordered the shoot to stop. Cathy spoke firmly. She is the new maid Magdalena hired recently on the orders of the old lady. Mrs Sarah's smile disappeared and looked at her un blinking. But before she utter another word, Tariq has already slapped her on the face.

Buenavista's mistreatment towards them. My name is Anna, I used to work as a maid in the Buenavista mansion and during my time there, I experienced excessive maltreatment from Madam Buenavista. She would get angry over things that were not our fault. There were times when she would be annoyed and if you happened to be the first person she saw, you would definitely receive a slap even if you did nothing wrong. That old lady should not be allowed to go unpunished. She will victimize many more people if you let her do what she wants. #ExposeMadamBuenavista

"I'm sorry sir, I'm here to work not to sleep with you" "Playing hard to get? I know all of those tricks two million?" "I'm sorry to tell you this sir, even if you offer billion, and even if your the richest man in the world I won't sleep with you,don't be too confident on your appearance, if you trick the other lady to sleep with you not me, gosh even your the most handsome in the world I don't dare to!" "Then your not qualified as a maid, get out" "Ok, sir I'll do it..."

Cassie Harris will do anything to save her sick son. When a stranger offers her a live-in job at Duke Freniere’s mansion, it feels like a miracle. It isn’t. Duke didn’t hire a maid. He bought a sex slave. The moment she steps inside, her body and freedom belong to him. And he’s not the only one who wants her. Another man has already claimed her in his mind, and he has no plans to share. Trapped between two powerful men who both refuse to let her go, Cassie learns that survival comes at a brutal price. Content warning: polygamy, explicit scenes, non-consent, abuse, power imbalance, and dark themes.

Even the chef and his sous chef were looking at their mistress in confusion from how excited she was despite the captor had told her that it had just crushed a bird in seconds. “Um… Mistress, please do not approach too close to it,” the timid maid with short light blue hair said. She said that while reaching her hand out to stop her mistress, but not all the way because she was afraid she would disturb her mistress too much. The madam blinked her eyes multiple times. She then held her index finger up and slowly reaching in on the dead creature, ignoring her maid’s plea not to touch it. Poke. Jiggle. Poke. Jiggle jiggle.

He made ordered all maids to stay in the hall while fucking her constantly making her cum six times over his dick, even though he was treating her nice and sweet in front of the all maids making them jealous. All maids are shocked when he goes down on her, sucking and licking her intimate parts, breaking all the rules he had made for his slaves. All the maid had understood what her place was in his life after watching him go down on her sucking her and drinking her liquid with great interest. Their whole day went in just fucking each other as both of them missed each other.

Mac whispering next to her ear: " Where are you, you glamorous, fiery redhead, when you sneak like that in the dead of the night, my sexy maid?" The redhead, trying to evade his grip: Get away from me, you idiot, let go of my hand, you imbecile. You are the servant, you insolent retard. Mac sniffed her neck deeply and whispered: He didn't cry for the first time I saw a maid get angry when she was flirted, I flirt with you here girl, then accept your status as a maid, don't underestimate them, they are what give the place its splendor, how about we have a quick sex here

I needed to keep my options open because there was no way the Moon Goddess could have given me a second mate after how brutally I’d ended the first one. If the redhead ever found out what I had done… “And?” I griped at the maid who had trailed off, unable to hide the jealous inflection in my voice as the noise of the princess smacking at my neck echoed obscenely. The blond maid’s face had turned to a beetroot red as she turned slightly to the side, struggling to look everywhere but at us. Her small, muscular chest was heaving with ragged breaths, and the faint scent of sex wafted from her clenched thighs.

The aroma of whatever he made filled my nostrils as I stood in the kitchen and waited for him to acknowledge my presence. “It’s not even morning, Homer,” he grumbled and then faced the stove to continue. A young woman came into the kitchen holding a bucket and mop and wearing a maid uniform. “Stella, could you also mop the office?” Dominic softened his voice when he spoke to the random woman “Okay, sir.” she nodded and walked away. “Stella is also a maid. She has been a maid for a very long time now, and she does a very good job.” Dominic said, “Don’t make me pick her over you.” he continued in a lower voice.

A complete absurdity! They were two women, and they were five huge men, is that unfair? Yes, I know. Cowardly? Also, I needed to do it, it would be simpler and quicker, cleaner, and leave fewer traces, so that's how it happened, they'd soon get over it, everyone has been mugged once in their life and gotten over it, except the little princess and queen of Ridgewood, but at least now they knew what the experience was like not being able to feel pity, maybe a little at seeing her mother unbalance and fall, but it was part of the process.