Beginning My Duties as a Sexual Disposal Maid
I rubbed my eyes and savored the morning sunlight streaming through the window frames.
Stretching lazily... I slid down from the bed.
I made my way to the closet and pulled out the maid uniform.
The bra top left my belly and chest completely exposed...
The hem of the skirt was indecently short, with lace so fine that my panties were fully visible.
I slipped out of the slip I had been wearing and changed into the maid uniform.
Yes, that's right.
This is my first day as a maid since I was kidnapped and forced into this role.
The reason I was kidnapped... well, it was only natural—the debt I owed.
The true creditor of the loan I had signed for after searching the streets myself turned out to be the young mistress who owned this mansion.
The amount I owed was simply impossible to repay with money.
It might have been better to lie down on the ground and starve to death than to be kidnapped and brought here.
I could settle my debt, eat, and sleep all at once by using my body.
But instead, she had turned me into a woman just so I would make a convenient onahole.
And the young mistress herself was a futanari.
The strange young mistress who possessed a man's cock despite being female had wanted from the very beginning to enjoy and play with every inch of my body and to shatter my very personality.
I couldn't blame anyone else.
Everything had led me here to this hell I had dug for myself with my debt.
Looking at myself in the mirror—standing awkwardly in the clothes that instantly turned the body the young mistress had assigned me into a consumable toy while forcing a strange smile— I repeated the same vow to myself over and over.
Since I would be crushed every night beneath that massive cock and used as a body anyway...
There was nothing left but to quietly adapt...
Clink.
I stepped out into the hallway.
The young mistress's breakfast would be prepared by the other maids, so according to the education she had given me yesterday, I headed to the warehouse stocked with cleaning tools to start my cleaning.
As I passed through the corridor, I met eyes with the other maids several times.
Each time we brushed past, the abnormal bulk of their presence—obviously and heavily outlined beneath the trousers of their formal suits—caught my eye.
All the maids here were futanari like the young mistress.
And they all wore formal suits.
Just like me.
Unlike the short-lace maid uniform I was wearing.
And...
The maids did not see me as the same person or a colleague.
The way they looked at me was sticky and intense, as if they viewed the only perfect female toy they could use or play with anywhere in the mansion as something they could claim at any moment they felt like it.
Two maids coming in my direction pointed at me with their fingers.
“Hey, is that the young mistress’s new toy?”
“Really? I heard it was the case. It’s a female with just one hole, nothing like us.”
“For real? Just a hole, no cock?”
“Yeah, I heard it straight from the young mistress yesterday.”
“Heh, I’m getting horny just thinking about it. If the young mistress gets tired of me, she’ll give us a turn to eat her sometime.”
The low, vulgar whispers that slipped past me as they went by burrowed into my ears.
The sadistic gazes—clearly showing they wanted nothing more than to pin me down and thrust their cocks into every hole—penetrated my chest and the already obscenely short maid skirt, sending chills down my spine.
I grabbed the hem of my skirt with both hands and forced it down as much as I could.
Ignoring the sticky gazes trailing behind me, I finally entered the warehouse where the cleaning tools were gathered.
Clink.
Fortunately, the warehouse was empty.
Only now, after escaping the maids’ unpleasant looks and whispers, did the trembling of my body that I had been suppressing resurface.
Silently placing my hand against the wall, I approached the cleaning tool cabinet.
I opened the cabinet door.
Brooms, mops, and various detergents were neatly arranged.
I dipped the mop into water and wrung it out with both hands.
“Ugh...”
My hands shook as I tried to wring out the mop, and even that was more than I could handle.
The joints of my fingers felt thinner and my grip far weaker than when I had been a man.
I carried the soaked mop toward the corner where the sack was placed.
“How did this happen to me...”
I gripped the sack in the corner and sank into thought.
A deep, unexplained sadness and emptiness swirled inside my heart.
Tears welled up in my eyes, dripping onto the wooden floor.
I only realized I was crying when I panicked and hastily wiped my eyes.
Now I could understand.
The lewd gazes and words of the futanari maids I had just encountered were still lingering in my mind.
But I couldn't stay defeated and crying.
I decided to grit my teeth and endure every negative emotion that surged through me.
Even if it was forced, the only way to keep my sanity in this bizarre mansion full of futanari was to move my body and empty my mind.
Until the night came and I was eaten by the young mistress’s massive cock...
I only hoped to safely finish cleaning for one more day.
Clink.
I steadied my heart, left the cleaning warehouse, and headed toward the second-floor hallway.
Since I was on the first floor of the grand mansion...
I had to go to the area I was supposed to clean—the second-floor hallway.
As I walked slowly down the corridor, ignoring the persistent stares of the futanari maids passing by, I headed upstairs.
Several maids were visible in the hallway, and when we met eyes, I quickly looked away and continued ascending the stairs.
Then...
“Ah...”
I felt a persistent gaze from behind watching me.
It clung wetly to my thighs as I climbed each step.
Every time I moved up a stair, the hem of my skirt swayed precariously.
The gaze that had once been harmless was now terrifyingly aggressive, making my steps hurried without realizing it.
Even now, the maids below were looking up at me and seeing straight under my skirt, sending chills through me.
I pressed the hem of my skirt down with one hand, trying to endure the gaze.
It was too hard to bear.
In the end, unable to hold back the chills, I turned around.
The maids who had been staring at me and stopped working met my eyes.
“Ah...”
The maids had their massive, erect cocks bulging prominently beneath their trousers, not even bothering to hide them.
A wave of shame unlike anything I had felt in the corridor washed over me.
Their excitement at having looked up my skirt all the way to my panties was felt right here.
I hurriedly looked away and continued climbing the stairs.
Nausea rose in me, and I clamped my mouth shut, repeatedly fighting the urge to vomit.
I had heard from the young mistress that futanari had ten times the libido of a normal man...
It must be true.
That word now hit me directly in my body.
So the young mistress was a futanari too, meaning her libido was ten times higher...
Swallowing hard, an overwhelming sense of inferiority and helplessness pushed down on me.
The enormous male presence that could never be compared to my body before now felt as if it was about to stir inside my pussy right now.
No.
Because it was going to be stirred tonight anyway...
When I reached the end of the second-floor hallway, it looked empty, which was a relief.
I approached the end of the second-floor hallway.
Today I would start cleaning from the end of the corridor.
I stacked the broom in the corner against the wall where the floor would be cleaned last.
Holding the mop, I looked up at the tall window frames.
I barely reached up with the duster.
Having become shorter, I thought it was inevitable.
“Ugh...”
I closed my eyes tight, then opened them and began wiping the window frames.
After only a few wipes, my thin arms trembled violently and I let out a cry.
“Ah... When will I finish cleaning all of these?”
There were ten window frames lined up on the second-floor hallway.
The sense of futility built to the breaking point from the very start, and my mind went blank.
“Will I be able to finish them all in time...?”
“Can I help you?”
“Hiiik...!”
Someone whispered right beside my ear.
My heart jolted at the feeling of it dropping, and I instinctively jerked my body.
I turned my head sideways and glanced over, and it was a maid.
It was the first time she had gotten so close.
Since I was the weakest here, she probably called me “mae-noon-ssi” as a courtesy.
It couldn't be helped.
Yes...
Because the maid had latched onto me, I couldn't even move while holding the duster and wiping the window frame in place.
More than that...
“Uh, there... your dick is touching my butt...”
“There? What are you talking about? Can you explain it in words?”
“Ah... Please don't joke...”
I couldn't bring myself to say the word “cock” out loud due to the shame.
The maid then began rubbing her erect cock against my butt.
My butt was being crushed beneath the maid's huge cock.
This was full-on sexual harassment...
The reality of being treated like a toy really sunk in...
“Uwoh...”
A groan escaped with the urge to vomit.
My stomach churned violently with the revulsion rising from my core.
“N-no, please stop...”
“Why? You're the one who was sold here anyway.”
“B-but doing this in the hallway is a bit...”
When I tried to glance around to see if anyone was looking, the maid pressed her hand down on my head.
I was pressed flat against the window with my face turned sideways.
“The young mistress already gave permission. You can be eaten anywhere.”
“Y-yes? The young mistress gave permission...?”
“Yeah. Then please take care of me?”
“W-wait a second...!”
I tried to protest, but it was useless.
It was just sexual harassment, wasn't it?
I felt resentment toward the young mistress.
Since all the maids faithfully followed the young mistress, her words had to be true.
Glancing back, the maid was unbuckling her trousers and sliding them down along with her panties.
The fully erect cock, as thick as her forearm, was revealed.
The maid gripped her erect cock with her hand and brought it to my entrance.
“Ah...”
“Then I'll eat you roughly. Okay?”
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The maid's erect cock is pressed firmly against your butt, threatening to push inside at any moment. Your body trembles with a mix of fear and unwanted arousal as you are forced to endure the humiliation of being watched by other maids who now see you as nothing more than the young mistress's disposable toy.