Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)
Tinkerer Nadia
Bullied by Dingus Lords
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2016
- Location
- Canada
Agents of P.O.R.N: Spookbusters
Day 1 of Investigation:
"Really? A haunted house?" Asked Avarice, Symphony was a lot more excited than she was as they got into a P.O.R.N labelled jeep. "I know, right? Think about how cool this is going to be! I never punched a ghost before!" Symphony exclaimed, quite pleased with the prospect. "You are a barbarian...just promise me you won't get grappled Into some sort of compromising situation." "Hey, I can take care of myself." The two had a fairly long drive ahead of them, the mission briefing having only just ended.
Avarice sighed as she took the wheel, her turquoise hair let down in the usual style she liked. It was usually a risk for a fighter to have such long hair, but she was just so good that no one at the office made her cut it. Her classic mesh top and stockings with green skirt outfit were just as easy to go as she was, though she had to admit that she doubted it would provide much distraction against ghosts. Her partner and sometimes trouble maker Symphony was far more relaxed, wearing a purple leotard, white boots that went up to her thighs, and some white gloves for punching the bad guys. Her red hair was about shoulder length, the deep red colour often how Avarice kept track of her more speedy friend in a fight.
"So, did you pay attention during the mission brief?" Asked Avarice, Symphony shocked at her partner questioning her. "Of course!" "So you know about the haunted house?" "Yeah, duh!" "And how women have been disappearing, only to reappear later confused and dazed?" "Yeah, I know that!" "And how there is a 200-foot tall yeti?" "I'm going to take him out first." "...ok."
Avarice was not surprised, but at least they had the drive to make sure Symphony knew what was going on. "First off, it's bad that you don't pay attention, and second of all there is no yeti." "... could've been one." Avarice gave her a look of disappointment but figured it would be good to go over the mission again anyway. "Alright, pay attention!" She said, just like how the boss always did. "The mission is a tough one. We are going to the LeDark mansion to have an investigation involving signs of supernatural forces, disappearances, and possibly more evil corruption from demons." "Demons again? If there are kuromaru, I want a raise." Symphony whined those perverted eyeball creatures just the worst.
"Focus. Point is, we don't know if the ghosts are hostile or just confused, but either way it's our job to get them to move on." "Ok, then call a priest." Replies Symphony, Avarice rolling her eyes a little. "They did. It was in the brief you didn't listen to. Thank goodness you are reliable in a fight."
Symphony took that as a compliment. "So what happened?" She asked, Avarice getting more serious. "The priests said it was too...well, lewd for them." Symphony groaned. Oh boy, here it comes. "We are going to be fighting perverts...again?!" "We don't work for P.U.R.E, Symphony. Besides, it's our field of expertise and punching perverts are your favourite." "True."
The drive after that was mostly quiet, Avarice got to control the radio as she was the driver so Symphony mostly just focused on getting hyped to kick some ass. They would pull up to the haunted house after nightfall, the LeDark mansion scary enough to give both ladies pause.
The house itself was at least a three-story monster, having its gated perimeter that made it hard to see the house if not for the gate being open to them. The house itself was run down enough that it was covered in vines and decayed 18th-century architecture, Avarice calling the base to let them know they arrived. "Agent Avarice...yeah boss, we are here. The place seems deserted, but spooky as all hell." Symphony headed past the gate to have a look around, the redhead seeing the overgrown garden and entrance, wondering how the hell they were even supposed to get in.
Avarice would join her, her whip in hand. It was a special kind this time around, apparently blessed to be able to hit ghosts and creeps just as hard as ever. For Symphony, she had silver knuckle dusters that were equally enhanced, the ability to harm the undead spirits required for this job. "Let's split up." Said Symphony, who got a glare in reply. "It was a joke! Come on."
They started to make their way over to the front door, thick vines having grown over it. Avarice gave them a pull, but no way that was working. "Too tight. These vines aren't messing around." "I'll say. Want to try the back?" Avarice agreed to the plan, and the two began to travel around the house, soon seeing the voice of the vines.
"Holy-" the greenhouse was overrun, vines having burst out of the glass and swarmed the outside in the mansion. There was no way they were natural and to their horror, the vines were moving, as if they were tendrils on some kind of creature, feeling around. "Yeah...not going near that." Said Symphony, Avarice in full agreement as they kept their distance. Heading around in a wide berth of the greenhouse, they soon came upon the back garden, seeing what looked like...a stockade?
The stockade was like the kind you might see in a movie about medieval times, two miles for arms and one for a neck, a lock on the side for keeping a punished peasant locked up. There were two of them, and they were pretty creepy. "Ok, I'm getting some gas and a match," Symphony said, but Avarice stopped her. "We can't. Haunted places get aggressive if they are damaged. We need to beat this place at the source." "Well, ok...how do we do that?" "Break the curse. We will need to find out what that is when we get inside though."
The backyard seemed empty, so the two women would start to walk, but...as they passed the stockades, something was wrong. There was a voice in Avarice's head, the woman groaning out as she felt something overpower her. "Symphony…" she looked over to see her teammate struggling as well, the two soon in a fight!
The stockades opened and rattled with evil giggles and laughter, hoping towards them. "Hehehe! Get locked in me!" They chanted, Avarice feeling a hypnotic attack on her mind. She struggled to fight it, and stood, not about to let some ghost take control. "Come on Symphony! Get up!" She shouted, her first fighting friend doing as she asked, also able to fight off the mental attack. The creepy stockades were possessed, flying at the two and forcing them to evade, landing in the ground to attack again. "Hehehe! Get locked in me!" Avarice fought the mental attack again, but this time she was going to fight back. She gave her whip a swing, the lash sending one of the poltergeist pillories to the ground. "Haha! Lock that up!" She quipped back heroically, Symphony jumping into the other one and getting rough with it, soon slamming it onto the ground and shattering it into pieces. "Whew. Well, this place is haunted, can confirm."
Victorious, the two would catch their breath and then head towards the back of the house. Thankfully they were not locked out again, but as they drew close the door opened slowly as if to invite them in. "Jeez. Not exactly creative are these ghosts?"
"I'm trying my best!" Shouted back a voice, and the two ran in. They were in a back hallway entrance and to their surprise a floating black top hat and two white gloves were there to meet them, the floating clothes jumping as if shocked "Oh crap! Gotta go!" It said, but Symphony grabbed the hat before it was able to get far, the woman holding it steady. "Please! I swear I'm not causing trouble!" "Like you aren't! Perverted ghosts like you are all trouble." Avarice agreed but decided to use this as a chance to get Info, instead of shaming his strange spirit. "Alright, talk. What's going on here?" She asked, the spooky hat giving in? "Let me go first. I don't perform well as a captive audience!" Symphony sighed and let him go, glad he didn't try to run off. "I'm, so...uh...I am the Incredible, wonderful, more than acceptable Mr. Magic himself, George the Mysterious!" His gloves would shoot little sparkles as he did jazz hands, Avarice and Symphony not impressed. "Uh...ok. Why are you, kidnapping women?" She asked, the ghostly magician shyly looking away, well...the hat sort of moved as if he was. "Well, I'm all that is left of George. In truth, I have been trying to acquire some young ladies for help getting out of here." He admitted but quickly rephrased it. "N-not that I condone lewd antics! Pure hearted I am, by the LeDark family...well...let me start from the top….hat." He waited for them to laugh, but when they didn't he cleared his throat(?) And got to explaining.
"A long time ago, I was asked to perform a private show here for the LeDark family. Now, they offered me a lot of cold, hard cash, and as a magician of world-renown...I was also very broke. I showed up, got everyone into the ballroom, and began my work." Avarice sighed, not amused. "Get to the user where you started kidnapping people." She said, the ghostly glove wagging a finger at her. "Never rush a story. So, I didn't know at the time that I had walked into the lewdest place on earth until they had me start my show. They were not impressed with my tricks and asked that I do more...suggestive things. Not one to disappoint a crowd, I decided to use a spell that would really wow them! I would give them all a soul-shattering….uh...oh...well…know."
Symphony gave him a look, and the hat sadly looked down. "Anyway, it was accidentally more literal than I wanted it to go. Everyone, me included, was removed from our bodies and made Into spirits. All the staff, all the LeDark family members, and uh...well, me." He felt awful about basically turning everyone into a ghost, so the girls didn't make him talk about that anymore. "What happened next?" She asked, the incorporeal entertainer getting to it. "Well, I started to work on reversing it, but everyone is rather keen on staying like this. I tried my best to reverse the spell, but by now everyone has been a fist so long we don't exactly have a body to return to. The worst part, they insist on having very loud Intercourse with any female they can lure here, while I try and enlist help in breaking the curse. I got to you first, thank goodness. Those stockade ghosts would have had you...well you can imagine."
He seemed to shrug, Symphony was just glad he was not a complete pervert. "Ok George, how do we break the curse?" She asked, the ghost awkwardly fiddling with his hands. "Well, uh...I got everyone to agree to a rule. If they can be satisfied by a guest, they have to move on to the next life once everyone is happy. They all signed a contract, so it's very legal." "Satisfied how." Avarice asked, the ghostly performer shy again. "Take a guess." He said softly.
Symphony sighed. "Oh boy...ok, look. No promises, but we will help you, ok? Where should we start?" Asked Symphony, as she had a look around. "Well, the best course of action is to track down the ghosts that live here and do the scandalous act requested. Then, when you two have done them all, I can get everyone to the afterlife...oh God, please tell me there is one...sorry, a huge point of stress for me." The two sighed, realizing that this time, they can't fight their way through. "We will try, but you better home that these guys are not Into strange stuff." Avarice said to George, who started to...can hats sweat?
"Haha...just go and explore. I'm sure they won't be...completely insane." Avarice and Symphony just sighed, the two taking stock of where they were. They seemed to be in a back hallway for servants to use, out of sight of the main halls and more grandiose areas. "Ok George, you just do whatever you can to get that promise they made to stick. We will go...you know." He did, and he felt like asking was not exactly fair. "I would help if I could...but I am pure of heart, as stated. Have fun!" They glared at him, and he realized pretty much instantly how that sounded. "...sorry."
The two had a goal at least. Satisfy the sexual desires of the LeDark family? Well, how bad could it be? They were ghosts! Symphony decided to start by heading towards the main hall, Avarice was about to join her when a stern voice suddenly spoke from behind.
"There you are! Finally, the new help arrives. Late, I should add!"
Avarice turned to see a rather tall man in a suit, an impeccably perfect mustache, and a rather snooty air about him. He was a ghost for sure, glowing a light green and floating just behind her. "A good maid is always punctual, presentable, and...well, I don't know a word for Obedient that starts with a 'P', so come along." Avarice was dragged off, this butler-looking ghost carrying her off like it was nothing over his shoulder. "Help!" She cried, but Symphony would turn only for the door to close behind her, locking her out!
---
Avarice was dragged off by the sharply dressed spectre, who was ignoring her demands to be let go, carried her off to where the servant's quarters were. "Now, I know about George and his little promise, but until this house is dusted and cleaned, I can't very well leave. Thankfully, now that I have your help, that should be done in no time." Avarice sighed, brushing hair out of her face as they entered the laundry room, placed down at last. "That is it? Cleaning? Well, I guess I can do that, but you don't need to grab me for that." The butler would cough, though it sounded more like he was trying to cover up a reaction. "Ok, there will be no more grabbing. From me. Now! Uniform!" Avarice would come face to face with a very large, black dress. It was the type of maid dress you might see in a period movie, complete with the frilly headband and an apron. "Alright, fine." She said, taking it and waiting for him to turn around, getting the bulky dress on once she was sure he wasn't looking. "Ok, how do I look?" She asked, the incorporeal butler clapping for her. "Charming, it suits you. Now, here are your tasks. Dust the main floor, attend to any duties the guests may have for you, and mop the floors. I will have the other maids do the rest." "Wait, then why do you need me?" "Well, they refuse to work unless everyone is here. No one wanted to do the extra chores, so…" "Wow. Fine, just get them to work."
Avarice grabbed a duster from the shelf, but it was so old that she was worried it would spread dust more than clean it. "Ah, one moment." Her new boss walked over and touched the duster, and to her shock, it became good as new! "Just a trick I picked up from George. Have to keep this place in good shape somehow. If you or your friend need any cleaning or laundry done, I will be here." "Huh, guess you aren't all bad. Ok then, I'm off to work."
Avarice left the room, though she was struggling a bit with this damn dress. The length was not at all what she was used to, and her usual choice of footwear didn't help much. She had to grip the sides and hold them as she walked, feeling so girly as she did. "Whatever, better than having to blow ghosts off or something.
She started with the hallway she was in, seeing a flood of ghostly maids get to work on the rest of the house. She wanted to go look for Symphony and make sure she was ok, but there was something...odd about cleaning. It felt...relaxing. As she dusted, she found it harder to focus on much else, the woman just assuming it was her usual work ethic kicking in. " Symphony is a big girl, she can take care of herself." Said Avarice, as she started to hum a little song.
---
"Hey, big girl!" Symphony jumped as she was shouted at, a portly poltergeist waving at her. "Haven’t seen a warm body around here in ages. Why don't you come hang out with me for a bit?" The oversized spirit was dressed in a poorly fitting suit, it stretched around his girth in such a way that made Symphony glare at him, not amused. "Sorry tubby, but I'm not into guys that need a rascal to get around." "Huh? All I am hearing is that you need an...incentive." The ghost flashed her some serious cash, fanning himself with several hundred dollar bills. Now, P.O.R.N paid well enough that Symphony lived comfortably, but she could not help but raise a brow. "...are you from the LeDark family?" She asked, and he laughed. "Larry LeDark, sure George told you about our business arrangement. For a rear like yours, I'm willing to pay a premium and go to the next world, no questions asked...but not before I get myself a little dance." The ghost flew over to her, his stubby legs probably not used much in life, let alone death. "Come on baby...show uncle Larry a good time... I got enough riches to make it worth your time…"
She didn't want to, but she could practically feel George on his hands and knees, begging her. "Alright, alright. However, you have to swear to keep your promise to George." "Sure, sure. I'm tired of being a ghost anyway, I want to see what kinda babes the afterlife has. Follow me!"
Symphony didn't like the idea of trusting a sleazy spectre like this one, but she had a feeling that he would at least keep his promise if she had to beat him silly. Rich guys like this we're ready to intimidate if it came to that. The ghost leads her to a very fancy part of the house, even more so than before. Seems like they had a private theatre or something, a door labelled "backstage" where he took her too. "Ok doll here's what I want. I promised my boys a special evening involving an exotic dancer, but George and his show were bumped up right before. You know what happened, and no one wants to be a peeler for a phantom, so she ended up running away, screaming like the rest that didn't get changed into spirits. So…" Symphony groaned. "I get it. You want me to do a strip show." The fat ghost seemed to jiggle with excitement. "Bingo. However, the outfit I have in mind is a must. I like your style, but...that seems more like...you know, too modern. Didn't even know they made boots that long." "Get to the point!" She angrily insisted, the ghost giving in. "Alright alright, save that passion for the show! Here." He pointed to a closet, it opened on its own to reveal…
Symphony blushed. Wow, that was skimpy. It was a purple harem girl garb, the type you might see in an Arabian fantasy movie. Sheer clothing that was both just see-through enough to entice, but just enough hidden to make taking parts off just as exciting. It had a lot of gold as part of the outfit too, all the trim looking quite expensive. She picked it up and tested the fabric, it was surprisingly in perfect shape. "Huh...well...ok. Then-" "wait. It needs a little something."
Larry would rummage through his suit, having surprisingly deep pockets for such an ill-fitting jacket. He soon pulled out a ruby and gold bauble, it was some kind of...oh. Oh no.
"Just your size doll. I want this right up there, to complete the outfit." He said, drooling over the idea of her using that...huge butt plug! It was way too massive, the smooth gold arrow that went inside the size of a baseball almost, it shaped for easy insertion at least. The ruby on it was glowing a deep red too, making her nervous. "Uh...Larry, that thing is cursed." "N-no it isn't!" He said defensively, the woman just taking it from him. "If you break your promise...you are going to get a different kind of dance. I will kick your ass from one side of the house to the other." "D-duly noted doll. Haha...just uh...when you are ready, get on stage ok." He fled, and she was alone. God...what a creep. She waited to be sure he wasn't peeking on her, then started to undress. She didn't want to take her gloves off for this in case she had to fight, but the rest of her outfit had to go, so she shed her leotard and boots, then...awkwardly began to put on the strange garment that Larry demanded to be worn. It was delicate, probably by intention so she could more easily remove parts of it, but it made it hard to put on as she didn't want to have a wardrobe malfunction before Larry and his friends were gone. She was soon done putting on the purple harem outfit, aside from one part.
She looked at the butt plug, a soft whimper escaping her. Man...this thing looked so big. She knew it was mandatory, but how the hell did you even get something like this in? She contemplated it for a bit, then decided to just press it inside.
Bending over at one of the many mirrors in the room and leaning on the counter, she bit her bottom lip as the redhead held the plug in one hand, then softly spread her cheeks with the other as best she could. As soon as the tip of the toy touched her rear, however, she cried out as it slammed itself in, even writhing a bit to get nice and deep! "Fuck!" She cried out, her body shivering as the toy made itself at home. It even dared to give a few tugs to make sure it was stuck in there, Symphony blushing as she looked at herself in the mirror. God, she looked like such a sexy dancer, but it was for such an unsexy Larry.
She made sure her hair was nice, then adjusted the outfit for peak appeal. When ready, she grabbed the door handle that leads to the stage, took a deep breath, and went out.
---
"Hmmm…" Avarice had to admit, she felt like she was doing a great job. The servant hall was done and dusted after a lot of work, and it looked a lot better now than before she started. She proudly examined her work and face it with a quick test with a finger. Oh yeah, this was spotless. She headed out into the main hallway to get started there when she was greeted by a rather large group of spirits. They didn't look like people per se, more like a vaguely human shape. She mostly ignored them as she got to work on dusting, bending over to get the legs of a small table, when…
"Excuse me?!" Avarice shouted, a ghostly groper having pinched her rear. "Oh, sorry my dear! Was an accident!" The ghost would reply, putting his hands up defensively as Avarice brushed some of her turquoise hair away. "Oh, well then apology accepted master~!" She said and then bowed, but when she finished she was worried. She hadn't intended to do that.
"Uh...weird." She said softly, getting back to dusting the room. This duster was pretty decent at its job, why, she was cleaning like a storm! The cleaning was just so much fun! I love to clean. Avarice smiled as she worked, her duster making perfect movements. She did love to clean.
While working, a hand grabbed her chest, startling her as it kneaded her breast aggressively. "Oh~!" She smiled. Cleaning was fun. Being grabbed was...being touched...was bad. "Sir~! Please do not disturb my work! I am working so hard to get the house nice and clean!" She was ignored as the ghost instead just ran its hands down her sides, gripping into her thighs before leaving her alone. She looked down to see her dress was a lot shorter, more like a skirt now. That was so helpful! She liked skirts more.
Humming a happy tune, she got to work on a large stone statue, the statue of a naked man with impressive masculine features, including a very noticeable erection. She would have found this tacky usually but instead took her duster and gave it an extra cleaning, blushing as she moved on. She almost kissed it on the tip…
Avarice was working away at her list of chores, the young lady unaware as to what was happening to her. She was surrounded by guests of the house who were all coming out for the night, her obsession with being a good maid having her turn a blind eye to otherwise anger-inducing harassment. She was usually a lot less inclined to be cool with such perverse touching, but it was becoming harder to get upset. She was starting to like the attention if anything.
Avarice was working her way towards the windows of the main foyer when she noticed a few ghosts watching her, a sly smile appearing as she 'accidentally' bent over just a little extra, her maid skirt pulling up to show off her cute, white panties. That's right boys, drink it in~!
---
Symphony walked onto the stage from behind the curtain, the lights from above making it sort of hard to see. With that damn plug inside her wiggling about she was distracted enough that she didn't even realize just how many friends that greasy guy Larry had, the seats packed to full in a large semi-circle around the stage. The stage itself was more designed for stripping than acting, with three poles built-in that had a clear purpose. Oh boy...well, Larry wanted his dance, and hey, they were just going to watch, so the vision of beauty that was Symphony started to head on down the runway.
She put a sway into her step, the young woman knowing exactly what these types wanted. The athletic fighter had the body for her harem girl outfit, and the crowd was already hollering and catcalling just from her sexy strut. Man, this felt...good.
"Hehehe! My most esteemed guests!" Larry spoke, his voice loud enough that you would think he was using a loudspeaker. "I finally found a corporeal cutie that is willing to put on the last show of the evening! An enchanting and lovely young miss, Symphony!" They cheered, the redhead playing to the crowd by waving as she walked down to the end, where the main pole was. "She has promised to give us our long past due final strip show, so make sure to lap up that luscious living lady!"
They were. There was not a short in the crowd that wasn't going crazy for her, cash already being thin on stage. Well, it was time to go to work.
Wait. Symphony suddenly realized...how do you actually put on a strip show? Just like...toss it off and dance around? She started to feel performance anxiety spread through her when the ruby on the gold butt plug glowed, and it washed away.
She smirked, confidence filling her every inch, the male manifestations all watching as she suddenly grabbed that pole and started to slide down. "Ooooooh!" They swooned, as she slid down so slow, so sexy for them. Every ass man in the crowd got just what they needed as she slowly brought hers to their attention, the woman now bent over, ass out and face down. She swayed her hips just like before, rising back up as if she were straddling her man, kissing the poll as she arrived back upright. Showtime.
Symphony took off harder than she thought possible. Since when was she so good at seduction? She was almost surprised at herself as she casually peeled away at the front of her harem outfit's lower quarters, the thin veil hiding the panties of her outfit gone. Not exactly nudity, but with a skinny little outfit like this? Still a crowd-pleaser. The light purple fabric fluttered in the air as she tossed it away, it fought over by all near it, the ghosts so in love with her already it was starting to rub off on Symphony, who winked to her new fans, several of which taking it to be a personal one just for them.
The sexual energy in the room was starting to thicken, and Symphony was no less affected than the spectators. She groaned as she started to run her hands down her soft skin, the skimpy but tight-fitting outfit just so...so revealing, so hot...but she could not wait to just tear it off. She swung on the pole, using her upper body strength to hold on and take another step towards nudity, the veil covering her breasts gone. Her breasts on full display, she landed off the pole with the metal between her cleavage, as if she was giving a tit fuck to the thing. The boys were slobbering over her at this point, even Larry who had seen enough strip shows to last an after-life time getting his interest piqued.
Symphony giggled as the attention only got worse, seeing many of the ghosts whip out their cocks. She could only smile. "Time to crank this up to the next level."
---
Avarice was finally done. Every nook and cranny in the main hall was done and dusted, and she felt so accomplished! Of course, she was about to go tell the butler about her success when one of the spiritual guests called out to her. "Hey, come here doll!" He shouted, a flood of energy filling Avarice. She was needed! She headed right over, more than happy to serve. "Yes, master? What can I do for you?" She asked, her eyes all aflutter as she bowed. "Get us some drinks babe, some of the good stuff." She wasn't sure what he meant at first, but he pinched her ass, her mind drifting back to an obedient little maid. "Sure...allow me." She bowed and left, heading to the kitchen.
The good stuff...the goods stuff. She was not sure what the heck that was supposed to be until the butler returned. "Ah, my dear! Are you looking for something?" She nodded, bowing her head as a submissive maid ought to do about her superiors. "A few guests asked for me to get them drinks, more specifically "the good stuff". Do you know what they meant?" The butler would cough a few times and turn away, but his shock was not unnoticed by Avarice. "Oh, just something...specific. Here, follow me to the bar."
The dutiful maid Avarice had become smiled and followed, the older gentleman butler leading her through the halls of the estate. Avarice could not help but admire the fancy decor as they went along, forcing herself to not dust it all off while they passed. Such a bother! If only she could clean!
Entering the bar led to the young lady finding herself surrounded by poltergeists once more. The bar was currently being served by George, who waved to Avarice. "How is it going?" He asked, the butler joining him behind the counter. "George? Why are you here?" She asked, the following hat and gloves mixing drinks as they spoke. "Keeping busy. I would go insane if I didn't stay preoccupied. Besides, this place is sort of a gathering spot for all the unsavoury types. Makes it easy for me to keep an eye on them."
Avarice would nod, impressed Geroge had this all figured out. "Have you seen Symphony?" She asked, the ghost tipping his hat as if to hide a blush. "Uh...yes." He said shyly, Avarice, about to ask why he was so shy about it when the good butler Interrupted. "Chat on your break you two. We have drinks to serve, and since we have a living maid, we can finally make the "good stuff"."
To her surprise and George's dismay, the man would pull a machine out, it a large metal tank with tubes on it. The tank had a cow print design painted on, the tubes going to a...oh. Breast pumps. "The Dr. made a formula that should induce rapid breast milk production. Hold on…" George would wait until the butler was rummaging in the storage closet, sliding over to Avarice. "The Dr. Is a real creep. Just drink the formula, I will go find an antidote." She nodded, hoping he could find one.
The butler would rise from the cabinet, having a small bottle in his hands. He produced a cup and poured the contents in, sliding it over to Avarice. "Please take this." He said as he wiped the machine down.
Well...you only live once.
She drank it in one go, the small shot enough to make it a pretty simple task. It tastes like medicine, a bad aftertaste that made her splutter in disgust. "Blegh...ok, I-"
Why was everything spinning? If not for George using his gloves to catch her, she would have fallen over then and there, the agent turned maid groaning as she felt like the world went foggy. What was going on? So hard to...to think. Thinking is hard...don't want to...think…
Avarice was out of it, her dull eyes and mindless smile telling of just how out of it she was. While she enjoyed the blissful feeling of mental cloudiness, changes would begin to take form.
For one, her maid outfit was again changed to further degrade her into a maid slut. The dress split into two parts, the top half being simply a see-through apron that went down to just below her panty line, useless for actually keeping her clean as an apron should. Her lower dress would fade into a sexy G String that had a cow print design, her bra becoming changed the same way, losing the actual cups and becoming just black and white strings. The collar of the dress remained as a cute little reminder of what was once a conservative outfit, her headdress unchanged aside from also becoming cow-printed.
Avarice had become the Hucow-maid!
She felt nothing but wonderful slowness as the main event began, her chest size, an already impressive G cup chest bouncing up to an impressive H cup, the milk starting to swell her up to the next size. Her useless bra only helped support them as they grew in size, the woman finally starting to return to mental consciousness as the process slowed down some, her chest so big that she could not help but give a squeeze.
"Oh, God…" so sensitive! Just that little pinch had her rolling close to an orgasm, the Hucow mooing softly from the mind-numbing pleasure. "I want to be milked…" She whined her mind on track for only one purpose. Milking time.
"Right then, it's ready for you." Said the butler, who turned it on and was glad to see that it was still operational. He had run the clean cycle already on it, so with a smile, he had her stand by the bar, and attached the pumps.
"Ohhhh fuuuuuck!" Avarice felt it instantly. The pumps were sucking her tits hard, draining them of the milk inside so perfectly. She struggled to stay standing as she leaned against the wall, the butler leaving to resume herding the maids to their tasks while Avarice became a milk source, her body shaking from the pleasure.
"Oh God...yes...yes...milk me, oh...it feels so good!" A girlish squeal escaped her lips as the Hucow maid started to fill the tank, it, in turn, hooked up so it could be used to make drinks for the guests. The ghosts would all start to make orders for the signature drink now that it was available for purchase, Avarice sitting down on a stool as her tits were sucked silly.
Her eyes rolled into her skull as her pussy soaked the G String panties bear instantly, her mind wracked with pleasure, unable to escape it! Her breasts produced yummy, creamy milk for her masters, the hucow drunk with the amazing sensations. As guests purchased her milk, many stuffed tips into her G String and her bra strap, the now very horny cow mooing happily.
George tried to keep her safe from trouble, but he had way too many customers, phantom phalluses starting to drift over to the vulnerable maid…
---
Symphony was in the zone. She couldn't help herself but dance on the stage and toss more and more of her outfit away. With her bountiful breasts out she felt more confident than ever, these guys eating her show up. "They need more." She whispered to herself, her hands grasping at the golden trim of the thin panties, and...she tossed it away, it tearing due to the flimsy nature of such a garb. In one move, she had exposed her soft folds and plugged ass.
"Yeah! Shake it, baby!" Cheered a ghost as he stuffed some money in her top, the show going quite well by the way these guys were losing it. There was enough money on the stage by now that Symphony could not help but be pleased with herself, bending over to show the crowd her plug. As she did, something changed, the plug glowing again.
Symphony felt it begin to vibrate. Hard. She asked as it turned on, the metallic plug giving her anus a vibration sensation! She almost collapsed. It was so strong!
"Come here baby, dance time is over!" Said a ghost, as she soon faced a throbbing ghost cock. The toy inside her was buzzing so damn good, she didn't care anymore. Just as horny and needy as the crowd, she wrapped her lips around his cock and started to blow him, her soft, round eyes submissive and needy. As she was swarmed like flies to honey. Cocks found places to rub against with ease, these fists stroking their dicks all over her soft skin, her hands grabbing and stroking along whatever she could get her hands on. The dancer groaned as a penis found itself rubbing along her pussy, no penetration but kissing the tip as it rolled over her sensitive area.
The plug assaulted her anus so perfectly, Symphony squirming as she gave in to the crowd of horny ghost guys. She bobbed her head fast as she blew off the one in front of her, her hands a blur as she fapped the lucky studs to her sides, these dicks easily 8 inches long, and hard as all hell!
Symphony loved this, her eyes making eye contact with Larry as he pushed his way over to get a better view. "Now this is the last dance I was looking for! Having a fun time, doll?" He laughed as he got his dick out, Symphony was honestly too horny to care about that sleaze getting off to this.
She moaned as her head was grabbed, knowing exactly what was coming. Her mouth was fucked for a good ten seconds of raw, needy face slamming until spectre semen was burst into her lips, a deluge of Sextoplasm shot with thick ropes right into her throat. She felt something cold splash her tits as the cocks she was jerking off found the light and buttered her chest with chilly cock glue, these undead dongs spraying enough cum to have Symphony looking like a bukkake victim.
Some ghost plastered her ass in polterpenis goo, the cock sliding against her cunt pointing at the entrance and ejaculating against it, cum splashing her opening enough to make it run down her kneeling thighs. The ghosts that finally got to burst would start to fade, the promise to George being kept as they finally headed to the afterlife!
Not that Symphony noticed.
She cried it as the plug inside her ass started to vibrate even harder, her orgasm inevitable. She grabbed hold of two more shafts and got pumping as a third slid into her waiting lips, the harem slave look fitting for the girl and her current fate.
I can't resist! I need this! I need your cocks! Fuck me! Use me! Cum on me!
Lost in pleasure, Symphony was finally pushed over the edge. With a cry of lust, her pussy erupted in sweet, sticky love. The glistening juices pooled under her as her anal orgasm caused her to squirt, girly squeals and moans all she could muster with dick in her mouth.
It was endless. She would shoot shafts and see them off with a sticky farewell, only for more to take their place. She was looking like a cum-covered mess already and was not even close to done. How many of these ghosts were there? She was not sure, but she was hungry for more, grabbing a cock and yanking his penis for all its worth.
More cum. More loads. Her work never seemed to end, a thick layer of ghost cum having covered her and much of the floor around her by now. She had served all of them, kissing the tip of her last oral feeding source as he faded into the next life, one man left.
Larry smirked. "My turn."
Despite wearing a cum bath to end all cum baths, she managed to get back on stage and present her ass to him. "Only one place that didn't get filled with cum. Go ahead Larry, pump your seed in my ass~! I need it~!"
Not about to refuse a kind offer like that, he pulled the toy out with an audible pop, placed it on the stage, and grabbed those sticky hips. "Saved the best for last, doll! Here I go!" With a testing push, his thick shaft was soon sliding in, the sleazy man pushing in balls deep.
Symphony would never sleep with such a creep normally, but right now she was begging for it. "Thank you! Fuck my ass! Please! I want your load so deep inside me, I want your last baby batter load inside me!"
"Your wish is my command!" With a slap of her rear, the lecherous Larry was bashing hip to rear, slamming himself in with no care for any foreplay or waiting. This was his last chance to ever pound some hot chick in this world, but he was too aroused from her show to even think about savouring this. Oh no, he was going to get satisfied and head on out on a strong note, giving this bitch an anal orgasm then drenching her butt in so much cum she might just never get it out.
He was ruthless, getting all she was worth with this final hurrah. His cock was so big inside her ass, which swallowed him in and tightly squeezed around him. "Damn, you are hungry for some dick aren't you, doll? Took all my friends, and now you are...hng!" She was so damn right. Taking her from behind was a real treat, Larry grabbing a fist full of her red hair as a leash, pulling her back to make those cheeks clap with how hard he was going.
"Fuck! I love it! Fuck me, pound me...oh God! I'm going to…" just the words he wanted to hear. She really lasted a long time, but he was going to really give it to her now. He pulled her down faster, hammering her anus so hard that she was reduced to a moaning mess, groaning as grasping as he went all-in on this last shot. "Fuuuuuck! I am going to..."
Larry pulled back and slapped her ass with his free hand, pushing one last time into her. Her rear took the hit head-on, symphony squealing as she finally had that second anal orgasm.
"Yyyyyessss!" With a final cry of pleasure, she was utterly pushed over the edge. Her pussy erupted into a mess of her juices and ghost cream, a fresh batch of which was roping out larry's cock, filling her up to the brim with that cock slime. She could feel it filling her anus up with each pulse of his cock, the ghost groaning hard as he finally got to live out that one last wish.
"Holy fuck…" He let out as her well-pounded anal cavity filled up worh seed, the ghost pulling out to show a burst of his seed fountain out her ass so hard it went several feet. He stuffed the plug back in without really any warming, Symphony groaning as she was sealed up. "Whew...I need to sit down after that." Larry said, out of breath. "You got...one hell of a butt, doll. Man...is it getting bright in here?"
Symphony was so exhausted she lay on the now-empty stage, wanting hard as she tried to recover. She had done it, she survived the first challenge. Whew. She needed a break.
---
"Mmmm...mmmmph…" Avarice moaned as she kissed the tip of a cock that had found its way to her, the disembodied dick sliding between her tits. She was so happy to say hello to a master, moaning as she brought her chest up and down his cock, hands squishing the two breasts together to give this guy a tit fuck he would never forget. Money was slid into her panties as more and more guys lined up for the hucow to milk them, serving the guests the job of any good little maid!
"Mmmm...cum for me! Do my tits feel good guys? Make sure to let it all out~!" Oh, they intended to. One man walked over and sprayed a load on her face as she worked off the mystery manhood, Avarice being a good girl and opening wide to take his load, most getting on her face, some in her mouth. It had a strange, salty taste to say the least, but the dumb cow slut was more than happy to gulp it down.
"Hehe! I'm so popular~! Cum! Cum!" The cock she was sliding her tits around did just that, bursting all over the inside of her cleavage, a sticky mess left to help lube up for the next one. As a fresh penis was provided, the pumps on her nipples sped up, Avarice giggling as thought-crushing pleasure flowed through her body right to her brain.
"Gyyyaaah~!" Her panties were pulled away, Avarice still working a cock between her mammaries as a fresh one got tired of waiting and pressed its tip to her drooling cunt. She smiled as she worked her legs for the lad, more cash stuffed into her outfit wherever it could be, as the dick went to work.
"Oh! Master! Master! Please, enjoy~!"
She loved it. Just what she needed! More ways to make masters happy! Her dumb little head was not really good at finding new ways of being a sexy maid for them, so she was so glad they found ways to do it for her! She thanked them by squeezing her pussy down on the ethereal cock, it throbbing with delight as it slammed inside.
George looked on in horror as he finally saw what the heck was making all that noise, the sexually repressed magician looking away. This was the only way to get the guests to move on and leave to the next world, but an upstanding gentleman like him was not exactly a huge fan of the idea. "Hang on Avarice! I will save you!" He said, removing his hat and reaching inside. Of course! He might have a spell to change her back after all the guests here were gone!
The sale of breast milk had stopped, as now, everyone was far more interested in having a slice of cake. Avarice giggled as a load of cum plastered her face in the cold seminal fluid that these men provided, every last one finishing and then heading to the next life, George was at least happy to see his contract spell was working perfectly! "It's working! I don't believe it!"
He wanted to celebrate, but a deep moan from Avarice got him back to work. She needs his help still, her breasts still making milk as the pumps slurped it up.
Cumming inside a maid-cow was just a delight for these men, the ghost inside her shooting his load in deep. He groaned into her ear as he held onto her for support, filling her up only to be replaced with a fresh, even bigger lad. She waves him in, using a hand to spread her cum stuffed cunt as an invitation to join her, his dick certainly doing just that moments later.
"Ah! Master~! You are so energetic! Please, make sure to let all your cum out inside me~!" Avarice moaned, dutiful as the good maid she was.
The men were at this for an hour. If they weren’t jerking off onto her face or tits, they fucked her pussy and added to the creampie mess that was her cunt. Enough creamy ghost jizz had filled her now that it was pooling in her womb, it was very lucky no pregnancy could occur. The good hucow maid just smiled as the last man covered her face in cum, her uniform a complete cum soaked nightmare of a wash.
She did it, she served every guest in the bar! At that moment, the butler would return, seeing her in her awful state and turning off the pumps. "Good work." He said, quite pleased. "You managed to clean all your workstations, and you served the guests. Never have I had the privilege of serving with such a good maid."
He touched her arm, his ability to instantly clean any surface allowing him to leave Avarice cum-free, the exhausted hucow just happy he turned the pumps off. "So fun...but...so tired…" She whispered. George coming out from behind the counter dropped his book on the counter. "Well, I have a cure for that formula at least. What about you, you going on?" He asked the butler, who nodded. "The house has been cleaned by the other maids thanks to Avarice reminding them what a good job looks like, so I shall take my leave." "Good, because I think she is done having sex with guys today."
The butler would head out through the doorway, Avarice sitting up, her breasts finally empty. "That was...dehydrating. Please let me have some water?" George nodded, handing her a glass, his hands starting to work up a spell.
"Here goes nothing!"
"Puritanic no-longer gigantic!" George shouted in his best stage voice, adding dramatic flair as he finally cast his spell, Avarice hit with a golden light.
Wow. She felt...normal again. "Ugh, I hate cleaning for perverted, sex-obsessed ghosts!" She shouted, the barely clothed girl pouting. "It worked! You are back to normal!" George celebrated his spell success with a drink of his own, pouring it into the hat.
The house was quiet, the sun coming up outside. They had survived the night, but man, Avarice needed to sleep. "So what now?" She asked Geroge, the two leaving the now empty bar. "Let's find your cute friend. There are still a lot more ghosts to...help, so we can't quit now!" She sighed as they started walking, soon finding Symphony in her usual outfit, laying on a couch in the hallway outside the strip dance stage room. "What happened to you?" Avarice asked, her partner covering her face. "Don't ask. You?"
"Uh...nothing."
The two women headed back outside, deciding to sleep in the car. "See you tomorrow, George." Said Avarice, Symphony nodding. "Yeah, see you around. We should wrap this investigation up soon, promise."
George gave them both a big hug, pulling them in at the same time. "I am so grateful! Please! Keep up the good work!" He let them go, knowing they would need rest after that first encounter.
However, as the girls left to recuperate, their presence was not unnoticed. Not everyone wanted to pass into the next world, and they would not have it so easy going forwards…
Day 1 of Investigation:
"Really? A haunted house?" Asked Avarice, Symphony was a lot more excited than she was as they got into a P.O.R.N labelled jeep. "I know, right? Think about how cool this is going to be! I never punched a ghost before!" Symphony exclaimed, quite pleased with the prospect. "You are a barbarian...just promise me you won't get grappled Into some sort of compromising situation." "Hey, I can take care of myself." The two had a fairly long drive ahead of them, the mission briefing having only just ended.
Avarice sighed as she took the wheel, her turquoise hair let down in the usual style she liked. It was usually a risk for a fighter to have such long hair, but she was just so good that no one at the office made her cut it. Her classic mesh top and stockings with green skirt outfit were just as easy to go as she was, though she had to admit that she doubted it would provide much distraction against ghosts. Her partner and sometimes trouble maker Symphony was far more relaxed, wearing a purple leotard, white boots that went up to her thighs, and some white gloves for punching the bad guys. Her red hair was about shoulder length, the deep red colour often how Avarice kept track of her more speedy friend in a fight.
"So, did you pay attention during the mission brief?" Asked Avarice, Symphony shocked at her partner questioning her. "Of course!" "So you know about the haunted house?" "Yeah, duh!" "And how women have been disappearing, only to reappear later confused and dazed?" "Yeah, I know that!" "And how there is a 200-foot tall yeti?" "I'm going to take him out first." "...ok."
Avarice was not surprised, but at least they had the drive to make sure Symphony knew what was going on. "First off, it's bad that you don't pay attention, and second of all there is no yeti." "... could've been one." Avarice gave her a look of disappointment but figured it would be good to go over the mission again anyway. "Alright, pay attention!" She said, just like how the boss always did. "The mission is a tough one. We are going to the LeDark mansion to have an investigation involving signs of supernatural forces, disappearances, and possibly more evil corruption from demons." "Demons again? If there are kuromaru, I want a raise." Symphony whined those perverted eyeball creatures just the worst.
"Focus. Point is, we don't know if the ghosts are hostile or just confused, but either way it's our job to get them to move on." "Ok, then call a priest." Replies Symphony, Avarice rolling her eyes a little. "They did. It was in the brief you didn't listen to. Thank goodness you are reliable in a fight."
Symphony took that as a compliment. "So what happened?" She asked, Avarice getting more serious. "The priests said it was too...well, lewd for them." Symphony groaned. Oh boy, here it comes. "We are going to be fighting perverts...again?!" "We don't work for P.U.R.E, Symphony. Besides, it's our field of expertise and punching perverts are your favourite." "True."
The drive after that was mostly quiet, Avarice got to control the radio as she was the driver so Symphony mostly just focused on getting hyped to kick some ass. They would pull up to the haunted house after nightfall, the LeDark mansion scary enough to give both ladies pause.
The house itself was at least a three-story monster, having its gated perimeter that made it hard to see the house if not for the gate being open to them. The house itself was run down enough that it was covered in vines and decayed 18th-century architecture, Avarice calling the base to let them know they arrived. "Agent Avarice...yeah boss, we are here. The place seems deserted, but spooky as all hell." Symphony headed past the gate to have a look around, the redhead seeing the overgrown garden and entrance, wondering how the hell they were even supposed to get in.
Avarice would join her, her whip in hand. It was a special kind this time around, apparently blessed to be able to hit ghosts and creeps just as hard as ever. For Symphony, she had silver knuckle dusters that were equally enhanced, the ability to harm the undead spirits required for this job. "Let's split up." Said Symphony, who got a glare in reply. "It was a joke! Come on."
They started to make their way over to the front door, thick vines having grown over it. Avarice gave them a pull, but no way that was working. "Too tight. These vines aren't messing around." "I'll say. Want to try the back?" Avarice agreed to the plan, and the two began to travel around the house, soon seeing the voice of the vines.
"Holy-" the greenhouse was overrun, vines having burst out of the glass and swarmed the outside in the mansion. There was no way they were natural and to their horror, the vines were moving, as if they were tendrils on some kind of creature, feeling around. "Yeah...not going near that." Said Symphony, Avarice in full agreement as they kept their distance. Heading around in a wide berth of the greenhouse, they soon came upon the back garden, seeing what looked like...a stockade?
The stockade was like the kind you might see in a movie about medieval times, two miles for arms and one for a neck, a lock on the side for keeping a punished peasant locked up. There were two of them, and they were pretty creepy. "Ok, I'm getting some gas and a match," Symphony said, but Avarice stopped her. "We can't. Haunted places get aggressive if they are damaged. We need to beat this place at the source." "Well, ok...how do we do that?" "Break the curse. We will need to find out what that is when we get inside though."
The backyard seemed empty, so the two women would start to walk, but...as they passed the stockades, something was wrong. There was a voice in Avarice's head, the woman groaning out as she felt something overpower her. "Symphony…" she looked over to see her teammate struggling as well, the two soon in a fight!
The stockades opened and rattled with evil giggles and laughter, hoping towards them. "Hehehe! Get locked in me!" They chanted, Avarice feeling a hypnotic attack on her mind. She struggled to fight it, and stood, not about to let some ghost take control. "Come on Symphony! Get up!" She shouted, her first fighting friend doing as she asked, also able to fight off the mental attack. The creepy stockades were possessed, flying at the two and forcing them to evade, landing in the ground to attack again. "Hehehe! Get locked in me!" Avarice fought the mental attack again, but this time she was going to fight back. She gave her whip a swing, the lash sending one of the poltergeist pillories to the ground. "Haha! Lock that up!" She quipped back heroically, Symphony jumping into the other one and getting rough with it, soon slamming it onto the ground and shattering it into pieces. "Whew. Well, this place is haunted, can confirm."
Victorious, the two would catch their breath and then head towards the back of the house. Thankfully they were not locked out again, but as they drew close the door opened slowly as if to invite them in. "Jeez. Not exactly creative are these ghosts?"
"I'm trying my best!" Shouted back a voice, and the two ran in. They were in a back hallway entrance and to their surprise a floating black top hat and two white gloves were there to meet them, the floating clothes jumping as if shocked "Oh crap! Gotta go!" It said, but Symphony grabbed the hat before it was able to get far, the woman holding it steady. "Please! I swear I'm not causing trouble!" "Like you aren't! Perverted ghosts like you are all trouble." Avarice agreed but decided to use this as a chance to get Info, instead of shaming his strange spirit. "Alright, talk. What's going on here?" She asked, the spooky hat giving in? "Let me go first. I don't perform well as a captive audience!" Symphony sighed and let him go, glad he didn't try to run off. "I'm, so...uh...I am the Incredible, wonderful, more than acceptable Mr. Magic himself, George the Mysterious!" His gloves would shoot little sparkles as he did jazz hands, Avarice and Symphony not impressed. "Uh...ok. Why are you, kidnapping women?" She asked, the ghostly magician shyly looking away, well...the hat sort of moved as if he was. "Well, I'm all that is left of George. In truth, I have been trying to acquire some young ladies for help getting out of here." He admitted but quickly rephrased it. "N-not that I condone lewd antics! Pure hearted I am, by the LeDark family...well...let me start from the top….hat." He waited for them to laugh, but when they didn't he cleared his throat(?) And got to explaining.
"A long time ago, I was asked to perform a private show here for the LeDark family. Now, they offered me a lot of cold, hard cash, and as a magician of world-renown...I was also very broke. I showed up, got everyone into the ballroom, and began my work." Avarice sighed, not amused. "Get to the user where you started kidnapping people." She said, the ghostly glove wagging a finger at her. "Never rush a story. So, I didn't know at the time that I had walked into the lewdest place on earth until they had me start my show. They were not impressed with my tricks and asked that I do more...suggestive things. Not one to disappoint a crowd, I decided to use a spell that would really wow them! I would give them all a soul-shattering….uh...oh...well…know."
Symphony gave him a look, and the hat sadly looked down. "Anyway, it was accidentally more literal than I wanted it to go. Everyone, me included, was removed from our bodies and made Into spirits. All the staff, all the LeDark family members, and uh...well, me." He felt awful about basically turning everyone into a ghost, so the girls didn't make him talk about that anymore. "What happened next?" She asked, the incorporeal entertainer getting to it. "Well, I started to work on reversing it, but everyone is rather keen on staying like this. I tried my best to reverse the spell, but by now everyone has been a fist so long we don't exactly have a body to return to. The worst part, they insist on having very loud Intercourse with any female they can lure here, while I try and enlist help in breaking the curse. I got to you first, thank goodness. Those stockade ghosts would have had you...well you can imagine."
He seemed to shrug, Symphony was just glad he was not a complete pervert. "Ok George, how do we break the curse?" She asked, the ghost awkwardly fiddling with his hands. "Well, uh...I got everyone to agree to a rule. If they can be satisfied by a guest, they have to move on to the next life once everyone is happy. They all signed a contract, so it's very legal." "Satisfied how." Avarice asked, the ghostly performer shy again. "Take a guess." He said softly.
Symphony sighed. "Oh boy...ok, look. No promises, but we will help you, ok? Where should we start?" Asked Symphony, as she had a look around. "Well, the best course of action is to track down the ghosts that live here and do the scandalous act requested. Then, when you two have done them all, I can get everyone to the afterlife...oh God, please tell me there is one...sorry, a huge point of stress for me." The two sighed, realizing that this time, they can't fight their way through. "We will try, but you better home that these guys are not Into strange stuff." Avarice said to George, who started to...can hats sweat?
"Haha...just go and explore. I'm sure they won't be...completely insane." Avarice and Symphony just sighed, the two taking stock of where they were. They seemed to be in a back hallway for servants to use, out of sight of the main halls and more grandiose areas. "Ok George, you just do whatever you can to get that promise they made to stick. We will go...you know." He did, and he felt like asking was not exactly fair. "I would help if I could...but I am pure of heart, as stated. Have fun!" They glared at him, and he realized pretty much instantly how that sounded. "...sorry."
The two had a goal at least. Satisfy the sexual desires of the LeDark family? Well, how bad could it be? They were ghosts! Symphony decided to start by heading towards the main hall, Avarice was about to join her when a stern voice suddenly spoke from behind.
"There you are! Finally, the new help arrives. Late, I should add!"
Avarice turned to see a rather tall man in a suit, an impeccably perfect mustache, and a rather snooty air about him. He was a ghost for sure, glowing a light green and floating just behind her. "A good maid is always punctual, presentable, and...well, I don't know a word for Obedient that starts with a 'P', so come along." Avarice was dragged off, this butler-looking ghost carrying her off like it was nothing over his shoulder. "Help!" She cried, but Symphony would turn only for the door to close behind her, locking her out!
---
Avarice was dragged off by the sharply dressed spectre, who was ignoring her demands to be let go, carried her off to where the servant's quarters were. "Now, I know about George and his little promise, but until this house is dusted and cleaned, I can't very well leave. Thankfully, now that I have your help, that should be done in no time." Avarice sighed, brushing hair out of her face as they entered the laundry room, placed down at last. "That is it? Cleaning? Well, I guess I can do that, but you don't need to grab me for that." The butler would cough, though it sounded more like he was trying to cover up a reaction. "Ok, there will be no more grabbing. From me. Now! Uniform!" Avarice would come face to face with a very large, black dress. It was the type of maid dress you might see in a period movie, complete with the frilly headband and an apron. "Alright, fine." She said, taking it and waiting for him to turn around, getting the bulky dress on once she was sure he wasn't looking. "Ok, how do I look?" She asked, the incorporeal butler clapping for her. "Charming, it suits you. Now, here are your tasks. Dust the main floor, attend to any duties the guests may have for you, and mop the floors. I will have the other maids do the rest." "Wait, then why do you need me?" "Well, they refuse to work unless everyone is here. No one wanted to do the extra chores, so…" "Wow. Fine, just get them to work."
Avarice grabbed a duster from the shelf, but it was so old that she was worried it would spread dust more than clean it. "Ah, one moment." Her new boss walked over and touched the duster, and to her shock, it became good as new! "Just a trick I picked up from George. Have to keep this place in good shape somehow. If you or your friend need any cleaning or laundry done, I will be here." "Huh, guess you aren't all bad. Ok then, I'm off to work."
Avarice left the room, though she was struggling a bit with this damn dress. The length was not at all what she was used to, and her usual choice of footwear didn't help much. She had to grip the sides and hold them as she walked, feeling so girly as she did. "Whatever, better than having to blow ghosts off or something.
She started with the hallway she was in, seeing a flood of ghostly maids get to work on the rest of the house. She wanted to go look for Symphony and make sure she was ok, but there was something...odd about cleaning. It felt...relaxing. As she dusted, she found it harder to focus on much else, the woman just assuming it was her usual work ethic kicking in. " Symphony is a big girl, she can take care of herself." Said Avarice, as she started to hum a little song.
---
"Hey, big girl!" Symphony jumped as she was shouted at, a portly poltergeist waving at her. "Haven’t seen a warm body around here in ages. Why don't you come hang out with me for a bit?" The oversized spirit was dressed in a poorly fitting suit, it stretched around his girth in such a way that made Symphony glare at him, not amused. "Sorry tubby, but I'm not into guys that need a rascal to get around." "Huh? All I am hearing is that you need an...incentive." The ghost flashed her some serious cash, fanning himself with several hundred dollar bills. Now, P.O.R.N paid well enough that Symphony lived comfortably, but she could not help but raise a brow. "...are you from the LeDark family?" She asked, and he laughed. "Larry LeDark, sure George told you about our business arrangement. For a rear like yours, I'm willing to pay a premium and go to the next world, no questions asked...but not before I get myself a little dance." The ghost flew over to her, his stubby legs probably not used much in life, let alone death. "Come on baby...show uncle Larry a good time... I got enough riches to make it worth your time…"
She didn't want to, but she could practically feel George on his hands and knees, begging her. "Alright, alright. However, you have to swear to keep your promise to George." "Sure, sure. I'm tired of being a ghost anyway, I want to see what kinda babes the afterlife has. Follow me!"
Symphony didn't like the idea of trusting a sleazy spectre like this one, but she had a feeling that he would at least keep his promise if she had to beat him silly. Rich guys like this we're ready to intimidate if it came to that. The ghost leads her to a very fancy part of the house, even more so than before. Seems like they had a private theatre or something, a door labelled "backstage" where he took her too. "Ok doll here's what I want. I promised my boys a special evening involving an exotic dancer, but George and his show were bumped up right before. You know what happened, and no one wants to be a peeler for a phantom, so she ended up running away, screaming like the rest that didn't get changed into spirits. So…" Symphony groaned. "I get it. You want me to do a strip show." The fat ghost seemed to jiggle with excitement. "Bingo. However, the outfit I have in mind is a must. I like your style, but...that seems more like...you know, too modern. Didn't even know they made boots that long." "Get to the point!" She angrily insisted, the ghost giving in. "Alright alright, save that passion for the show! Here." He pointed to a closet, it opened on its own to reveal…
Symphony blushed. Wow, that was skimpy. It was a purple harem girl garb, the type you might see in an Arabian fantasy movie. Sheer clothing that was both just see-through enough to entice, but just enough hidden to make taking parts off just as exciting. It had a lot of gold as part of the outfit too, all the trim looking quite expensive. She picked it up and tested the fabric, it was surprisingly in perfect shape. "Huh...well...ok. Then-" "wait. It needs a little something."
Larry would rummage through his suit, having surprisingly deep pockets for such an ill-fitting jacket. He soon pulled out a ruby and gold bauble, it was some kind of...oh. Oh no.
"Just your size doll. I want this right up there, to complete the outfit." He said, drooling over the idea of her using that...huge butt plug! It was way too massive, the smooth gold arrow that went inside the size of a baseball almost, it shaped for easy insertion at least. The ruby on it was glowing a deep red too, making her nervous. "Uh...Larry, that thing is cursed." "N-no it isn't!" He said defensively, the woman just taking it from him. "If you break your promise...you are going to get a different kind of dance. I will kick your ass from one side of the house to the other." "D-duly noted doll. Haha...just uh...when you are ready, get on stage ok." He fled, and she was alone. God...what a creep. She waited to be sure he wasn't peeking on her, then started to undress. She didn't want to take her gloves off for this in case she had to fight, but the rest of her outfit had to go, so she shed her leotard and boots, then...awkwardly began to put on the strange garment that Larry demanded to be worn. It was delicate, probably by intention so she could more easily remove parts of it, but it made it hard to put on as she didn't want to have a wardrobe malfunction before Larry and his friends were gone. She was soon done putting on the purple harem outfit, aside from one part.
She looked at the butt plug, a soft whimper escaping her. Man...this thing looked so big. She knew it was mandatory, but how the hell did you even get something like this in? She contemplated it for a bit, then decided to just press it inside.
Bending over at one of the many mirrors in the room and leaning on the counter, she bit her bottom lip as the redhead held the plug in one hand, then softly spread her cheeks with the other as best she could. As soon as the tip of the toy touched her rear, however, she cried out as it slammed itself in, even writhing a bit to get nice and deep! "Fuck!" She cried out, her body shivering as the toy made itself at home. It even dared to give a few tugs to make sure it was stuck in there, Symphony blushing as she looked at herself in the mirror. God, she looked like such a sexy dancer, but it was for such an unsexy Larry.
She made sure her hair was nice, then adjusted the outfit for peak appeal. When ready, she grabbed the door handle that leads to the stage, took a deep breath, and went out.
---
"Hmmm…" Avarice had to admit, she felt like she was doing a great job. The servant hall was done and dusted after a lot of work, and it looked a lot better now than before she started. She proudly examined her work and face it with a quick test with a finger. Oh yeah, this was spotless. She headed out into the main hallway to get started there when she was greeted by a rather large group of spirits. They didn't look like people per se, more like a vaguely human shape. She mostly ignored them as she got to work on dusting, bending over to get the legs of a small table, when…
"Excuse me?!" Avarice shouted, a ghostly groper having pinched her rear. "Oh, sorry my dear! Was an accident!" The ghost would reply, putting his hands up defensively as Avarice brushed some of her turquoise hair away. "Oh, well then apology accepted master~!" She said and then bowed, but when she finished she was worried. She hadn't intended to do that.
"Uh...weird." She said softly, getting back to dusting the room. This duster was pretty decent at its job, why, she was cleaning like a storm! The cleaning was just so much fun! I love to clean. Avarice smiled as she worked, her duster making perfect movements. She did love to clean.
While working, a hand grabbed her chest, startling her as it kneaded her breast aggressively. "Oh~!" She smiled. Cleaning was fun. Being grabbed was...being touched...was bad. "Sir~! Please do not disturb my work! I am working so hard to get the house nice and clean!" She was ignored as the ghost instead just ran its hands down her sides, gripping into her thighs before leaving her alone. She looked down to see her dress was a lot shorter, more like a skirt now. That was so helpful! She liked skirts more.
Humming a happy tune, she got to work on a large stone statue, the statue of a naked man with impressive masculine features, including a very noticeable erection. She would have found this tacky usually but instead took her duster and gave it an extra cleaning, blushing as she moved on. She almost kissed it on the tip…
Avarice was working away at her list of chores, the young lady unaware as to what was happening to her. She was surrounded by guests of the house who were all coming out for the night, her obsession with being a good maid having her turn a blind eye to otherwise anger-inducing harassment. She was usually a lot less inclined to be cool with such perverse touching, but it was becoming harder to get upset. She was starting to like the attention if anything.
Avarice was working her way towards the windows of the main foyer when she noticed a few ghosts watching her, a sly smile appearing as she 'accidentally' bent over just a little extra, her maid skirt pulling up to show off her cute, white panties. That's right boys, drink it in~!
---
Symphony walked onto the stage from behind the curtain, the lights from above making it sort of hard to see. With that damn plug inside her wiggling about she was distracted enough that she didn't even realize just how many friends that greasy guy Larry had, the seats packed to full in a large semi-circle around the stage. The stage itself was more designed for stripping than acting, with three poles built-in that had a clear purpose. Oh boy...well, Larry wanted his dance, and hey, they were just going to watch, so the vision of beauty that was Symphony started to head on down the runway.
She put a sway into her step, the young woman knowing exactly what these types wanted. The athletic fighter had the body for her harem girl outfit, and the crowd was already hollering and catcalling just from her sexy strut. Man, this felt...good.
"Hehehe! My most esteemed guests!" Larry spoke, his voice loud enough that you would think he was using a loudspeaker. "I finally found a corporeal cutie that is willing to put on the last show of the evening! An enchanting and lovely young miss, Symphony!" They cheered, the redhead playing to the crowd by waving as she walked down to the end, where the main pole was. "She has promised to give us our long past due final strip show, so make sure to lap up that luscious living lady!"
They were. There was not a short in the crowd that wasn't going crazy for her, cash already being thin on stage. Well, it was time to go to work.
Wait. Symphony suddenly realized...how do you actually put on a strip show? Just like...toss it off and dance around? She started to feel performance anxiety spread through her when the ruby on the gold butt plug glowed, and it washed away.
She smirked, confidence filling her every inch, the male manifestations all watching as she suddenly grabbed that pole and started to slide down. "Ooooooh!" They swooned, as she slid down so slow, so sexy for them. Every ass man in the crowd got just what they needed as she slowly brought hers to their attention, the woman now bent over, ass out and face down. She swayed her hips just like before, rising back up as if she were straddling her man, kissing the poll as she arrived back upright. Showtime.
Symphony took off harder than she thought possible. Since when was she so good at seduction? She was almost surprised at herself as she casually peeled away at the front of her harem outfit's lower quarters, the thin veil hiding the panties of her outfit gone. Not exactly nudity, but with a skinny little outfit like this? Still a crowd-pleaser. The light purple fabric fluttered in the air as she tossed it away, it fought over by all near it, the ghosts so in love with her already it was starting to rub off on Symphony, who winked to her new fans, several of which taking it to be a personal one just for them.
The sexual energy in the room was starting to thicken, and Symphony was no less affected than the spectators. She groaned as she started to run her hands down her soft skin, the skimpy but tight-fitting outfit just so...so revealing, so hot...but she could not wait to just tear it off. She swung on the pole, using her upper body strength to hold on and take another step towards nudity, the veil covering her breasts gone. Her breasts on full display, she landed off the pole with the metal between her cleavage, as if she was giving a tit fuck to the thing. The boys were slobbering over her at this point, even Larry who had seen enough strip shows to last an after-life time getting his interest piqued.
Symphony giggled as the attention only got worse, seeing many of the ghosts whip out their cocks. She could only smile. "Time to crank this up to the next level."
---
Avarice was finally done. Every nook and cranny in the main hall was done and dusted, and she felt so accomplished! Of course, she was about to go tell the butler about her success when one of the spiritual guests called out to her. "Hey, come here doll!" He shouted, a flood of energy filling Avarice. She was needed! She headed right over, more than happy to serve. "Yes, master? What can I do for you?" She asked, her eyes all aflutter as she bowed. "Get us some drinks babe, some of the good stuff." She wasn't sure what he meant at first, but he pinched her ass, her mind drifting back to an obedient little maid. "Sure...allow me." She bowed and left, heading to the kitchen.
The good stuff...the goods stuff. She was not sure what the heck that was supposed to be until the butler returned. "Ah, my dear! Are you looking for something?" She nodded, bowing her head as a submissive maid ought to do about her superiors. "A few guests asked for me to get them drinks, more specifically "the good stuff". Do you know what they meant?" The butler would cough a few times and turn away, but his shock was not unnoticed by Avarice. "Oh, just something...specific. Here, follow me to the bar."
The dutiful maid Avarice had become smiled and followed, the older gentleman butler leading her through the halls of the estate. Avarice could not help but admire the fancy decor as they went along, forcing herself to not dust it all off while they passed. Such a bother! If only she could clean!
Entering the bar led to the young lady finding herself surrounded by poltergeists once more. The bar was currently being served by George, who waved to Avarice. "How is it going?" He asked, the butler joining him behind the counter. "George? Why are you here?" She asked, the following hat and gloves mixing drinks as they spoke. "Keeping busy. I would go insane if I didn't stay preoccupied. Besides, this place is sort of a gathering spot for all the unsavoury types. Makes it easy for me to keep an eye on them."
Avarice would nod, impressed Geroge had this all figured out. "Have you seen Symphony?" She asked, the ghost tipping his hat as if to hide a blush. "Uh...yes." He said shyly, Avarice, about to ask why he was so shy about it when the good butler Interrupted. "Chat on your break you two. We have drinks to serve, and since we have a living maid, we can finally make the "good stuff"."
To her surprise and George's dismay, the man would pull a machine out, it a large metal tank with tubes on it. The tank had a cow print design painted on, the tubes going to a...oh. Breast pumps. "The Dr. made a formula that should induce rapid breast milk production. Hold on…" George would wait until the butler was rummaging in the storage closet, sliding over to Avarice. "The Dr. Is a real creep. Just drink the formula, I will go find an antidote." She nodded, hoping he could find one.
The butler would rise from the cabinet, having a small bottle in his hands. He produced a cup and poured the contents in, sliding it over to Avarice. "Please take this." He said as he wiped the machine down.
Well...you only live once.
She drank it in one go, the small shot enough to make it a pretty simple task. It tastes like medicine, a bad aftertaste that made her splutter in disgust. "Blegh...ok, I-"
Why was everything spinning? If not for George using his gloves to catch her, she would have fallen over then and there, the agent turned maid groaning as she felt like the world went foggy. What was going on? So hard to...to think. Thinking is hard...don't want to...think…
Avarice was out of it, her dull eyes and mindless smile telling of just how out of it she was. While she enjoyed the blissful feeling of mental cloudiness, changes would begin to take form.
For one, her maid outfit was again changed to further degrade her into a maid slut. The dress split into two parts, the top half being simply a see-through apron that went down to just below her panty line, useless for actually keeping her clean as an apron should. Her lower dress would fade into a sexy G String that had a cow print design, her bra becoming changed the same way, losing the actual cups and becoming just black and white strings. The collar of the dress remained as a cute little reminder of what was once a conservative outfit, her headdress unchanged aside from also becoming cow-printed.
Avarice had become the Hucow-maid!
She felt nothing but wonderful slowness as the main event began, her chest size, an already impressive G cup chest bouncing up to an impressive H cup, the milk starting to swell her up to the next size. Her useless bra only helped support them as they grew in size, the woman finally starting to return to mental consciousness as the process slowed down some, her chest so big that she could not help but give a squeeze.
"Oh, God…" so sensitive! Just that little pinch had her rolling close to an orgasm, the Hucow mooing softly from the mind-numbing pleasure. "I want to be milked…" She whined her mind on track for only one purpose. Milking time.
"Right then, it's ready for you." Said the butler, who turned it on and was glad to see that it was still operational. He had run the clean cycle already on it, so with a smile, he had her stand by the bar, and attached the pumps.
"Ohhhh fuuuuuck!" Avarice felt it instantly. The pumps were sucking her tits hard, draining them of the milk inside so perfectly. She struggled to stay standing as she leaned against the wall, the butler leaving to resume herding the maids to their tasks while Avarice became a milk source, her body shaking from the pleasure.
"Oh God...yes...yes...milk me, oh...it feels so good!" A girlish squeal escaped her lips as the Hucow maid started to fill the tank, it, in turn, hooked up so it could be used to make drinks for the guests. The ghosts would all start to make orders for the signature drink now that it was available for purchase, Avarice sitting down on a stool as her tits were sucked silly.
Her eyes rolled into her skull as her pussy soaked the G String panties bear instantly, her mind wracked with pleasure, unable to escape it! Her breasts produced yummy, creamy milk for her masters, the hucow drunk with the amazing sensations. As guests purchased her milk, many stuffed tips into her G String and her bra strap, the now very horny cow mooing happily.
George tried to keep her safe from trouble, but he had way too many customers, phantom phalluses starting to drift over to the vulnerable maid…
---
Symphony was in the zone. She couldn't help herself but dance on the stage and toss more and more of her outfit away. With her bountiful breasts out she felt more confident than ever, these guys eating her show up. "They need more." She whispered to herself, her hands grasping at the golden trim of the thin panties, and...she tossed it away, it tearing due to the flimsy nature of such a garb. In one move, she had exposed her soft folds and plugged ass.
"Yeah! Shake it, baby!" Cheered a ghost as he stuffed some money in her top, the show going quite well by the way these guys were losing it. There was enough money on the stage by now that Symphony could not help but be pleased with herself, bending over to show the crowd her plug. As she did, something changed, the plug glowing again.
Symphony felt it begin to vibrate. Hard. She asked as it turned on, the metallic plug giving her anus a vibration sensation! She almost collapsed. It was so strong!
"Come here baby, dance time is over!" Said a ghost, as she soon faced a throbbing ghost cock. The toy inside her was buzzing so damn good, she didn't care anymore. Just as horny and needy as the crowd, she wrapped her lips around his cock and started to blow him, her soft, round eyes submissive and needy. As she was swarmed like flies to honey. Cocks found places to rub against with ease, these fists stroking their dicks all over her soft skin, her hands grabbing and stroking along whatever she could get her hands on. The dancer groaned as a penis found itself rubbing along her pussy, no penetration but kissing the tip as it rolled over her sensitive area.
The plug assaulted her anus so perfectly, Symphony squirming as she gave in to the crowd of horny ghost guys. She bobbed her head fast as she blew off the one in front of her, her hands a blur as she fapped the lucky studs to her sides, these dicks easily 8 inches long, and hard as all hell!
Symphony loved this, her eyes making eye contact with Larry as he pushed his way over to get a better view. "Now this is the last dance I was looking for! Having a fun time, doll?" He laughed as he got his dick out, Symphony was honestly too horny to care about that sleaze getting off to this.
She moaned as her head was grabbed, knowing exactly what was coming. Her mouth was fucked for a good ten seconds of raw, needy face slamming until spectre semen was burst into her lips, a deluge of Sextoplasm shot with thick ropes right into her throat. She felt something cold splash her tits as the cocks she was jerking off found the light and buttered her chest with chilly cock glue, these undead dongs spraying enough cum to have Symphony looking like a bukkake victim.
Some ghost plastered her ass in polterpenis goo, the cock sliding against her cunt pointing at the entrance and ejaculating against it, cum splashing her opening enough to make it run down her kneeling thighs. The ghosts that finally got to burst would start to fade, the promise to George being kept as they finally headed to the afterlife!
Not that Symphony noticed.
She cried it as the plug inside her ass started to vibrate even harder, her orgasm inevitable. She grabbed hold of two more shafts and got pumping as a third slid into her waiting lips, the harem slave look fitting for the girl and her current fate.
I can't resist! I need this! I need your cocks! Fuck me! Use me! Cum on me!
Lost in pleasure, Symphony was finally pushed over the edge. With a cry of lust, her pussy erupted in sweet, sticky love. The glistening juices pooled under her as her anal orgasm caused her to squirt, girly squeals and moans all she could muster with dick in her mouth.
It was endless. She would shoot shafts and see them off with a sticky farewell, only for more to take their place. She was looking like a cum-covered mess already and was not even close to done. How many of these ghosts were there? She was not sure, but she was hungry for more, grabbing a cock and yanking his penis for all its worth.
More cum. More loads. Her work never seemed to end, a thick layer of ghost cum having covered her and much of the floor around her by now. She had served all of them, kissing the tip of her last oral feeding source as he faded into the next life, one man left.
Larry smirked. "My turn."
Despite wearing a cum bath to end all cum baths, she managed to get back on stage and present her ass to him. "Only one place that didn't get filled with cum. Go ahead Larry, pump your seed in my ass~! I need it~!"
Not about to refuse a kind offer like that, he pulled the toy out with an audible pop, placed it on the stage, and grabbed those sticky hips. "Saved the best for last, doll! Here I go!" With a testing push, his thick shaft was soon sliding in, the sleazy man pushing in balls deep.
Symphony would never sleep with such a creep normally, but right now she was begging for it. "Thank you! Fuck my ass! Please! I want your load so deep inside me, I want your last baby batter load inside me!"
"Your wish is my command!" With a slap of her rear, the lecherous Larry was bashing hip to rear, slamming himself in with no care for any foreplay or waiting. This was his last chance to ever pound some hot chick in this world, but he was too aroused from her show to even think about savouring this. Oh no, he was going to get satisfied and head on out on a strong note, giving this bitch an anal orgasm then drenching her butt in so much cum she might just never get it out.
He was ruthless, getting all she was worth with this final hurrah. His cock was so big inside her ass, which swallowed him in and tightly squeezed around him. "Damn, you are hungry for some dick aren't you, doll? Took all my friends, and now you are...hng!" She was so damn right. Taking her from behind was a real treat, Larry grabbing a fist full of her red hair as a leash, pulling her back to make those cheeks clap with how hard he was going.
"Fuck! I love it! Fuck me, pound me...oh God! I'm going to…" just the words he wanted to hear. She really lasted a long time, but he was going to really give it to her now. He pulled her down faster, hammering her anus so hard that she was reduced to a moaning mess, groaning as grasping as he went all-in on this last shot. "Fuuuuuck! I am going to..."
Larry pulled back and slapped her ass with his free hand, pushing one last time into her. Her rear took the hit head-on, symphony squealing as she finally had that second anal orgasm.
"Yyyyyessss!" With a final cry of pleasure, she was utterly pushed over the edge. Her pussy erupted into a mess of her juices and ghost cream, a fresh batch of which was roping out larry's cock, filling her up to the brim with that cock slime. She could feel it filling her anus up with each pulse of his cock, the ghost groaning hard as he finally got to live out that one last wish.
"Holy fuck…" He let out as her well-pounded anal cavity filled up worh seed, the ghost pulling out to show a burst of his seed fountain out her ass so hard it went several feet. He stuffed the plug back in without really any warming, Symphony groaning as she was sealed up. "Whew...I need to sit down after that." Larry said, out of breath. "You got...one hell of a butt, doll. Man...is it getting bright in here?"
Symphony was so exhausted she lay on the now-empty stage, wanting hard as she tried to recover. She had done it, she survived the first challenge. Whew. She needed a break.
---
"Mmmm...mmmmph…" Avarice moaned as she kissed the tip of a cock that had found its way to her, the disembodied dick sliding between her tits. She was so happy to say hello to a master, moaning as she brought her chest up and down his cock, hands squishing the two breasts together to give this guy a tit fuck he would never forget. Money was slid into her panties as more and more guys lined up for the hucow to milk them, serving the guests the job of any good little maid!
"Mmmm...cum for me! Do my tits feel good guys? Make sure to let it all out~!" Oh, they intended to. One man walked over and sprayed a load on her face as she worked off the mystery manhood, Avarice being a good girl and opening wide to take his load, most getting on her face, some in her mouth. It had a strange, salty taste to say the least, but the dumb cow slut was more than happy to gulp it down.
"Hehe! I'm so popular~! Cum! Cum!" The cock she was sliding her tits around did just that, bursting all over the inside of her cleavage, a sticky mess left to help lube up for the next one. As a fresh penis was provided, the pumps on her nipples sped up, Avarice giggling as thought-crushing pleasure flowed through her body right to her brain.
"Gyyyaaah~!" Her panties were pulled away, Avarice still working a cock between her mammaries as a fresh one got tired of waiting and pressed its tip to her drooling cunt. She smiled as she worked her legs for the lad, more cash stuffed into her outfit wherever it could be, as the dick went to work.
"Oh! Master! Master! Please, enjoy~!"
She loved it. Just what she needed! More ways to make masters happy! Her dumb little head was not really good at finding new ways of being a sexy maid for them, so she was so glad they found ways to do it for her! She thanked them by squeezing her pussy down on the ethereal cock, it throbbing with delight as it slammed inside.
George looked on in horror as he finally saw what the heck was making all that noise, the sexually repressed magician looking away. This was the only way to get the guests to move on and leave to the next world, but an upstanding gentleman like him was not exactly a huge fan of the idea. "Hang on Avarice! I will save you!" He said, removing his hat and reaching inside. Of course! He might have a spell to change her back after all the guests here were gone!
The sale of breast milk had stopped, as now, everyone was far more interested in having a slice of cake. Avarice giggled as a load of cum plastered her face in the cold seminal fluid that these men provided, every last one finishing and then heading to the next life, George was at least happy to see his contract spell was working perfectly! "It's working! I don't believe it!"
He wanted to celebrate, but a deep moan from Avarice got him back to work. She needs his help still, her breasts still making milk as the pumps slurped it up.
Cumming inside a maid-cow was just a delight for these men, the ghost inside her shooting his load in deep. He groaned into her ear as he held onto her for support, filling her up only to be replaced with a fresh, even bigger lad. She waves him in, using a hand to spread her cum stuffed cunt as an invitation to join her, his dick certainly doing just that moments later.
"Ah! Master~! You are so energetic! Please, make sure to let all your cum out inside me~!" Avarice moaned, dutiful as the good maid she was.
The men were at this for an hour. If they weren’t jerking off onto her face or tits, they fucked her pussy and added to the creampie mess that was her cunt. Enough creamy ghost jizz had filled her now that it was pooling in her womb, it was very lucky no pregnancy could occur. The good hucow maid just smiled as the last man covered her face in cum, her uniform a complete cum soaked nightmare of a wash.
She did it, she served every guest in the bar! At that moment, the butler would return, seeing her in her awful state and turning off the pumps. "Good work." He said, quite pleased. "You managed to clean all your workstations, and you served the guests. Never have I had the privilege of serving with such a good maid."
He touched her arm, his ability to instantly clean any surface allowing him to leave Avarice cum-free, the exhausted hucow just happy he turned the pumps off. "So fun...but...so tired…" She whispered. George coming out from behind the counter dropped his book on the counter. "Well, I have a cure for that formula at least. What about you, you going on?" He asked the butler, who nodded. "The house has been cleaned by the other maids thanks to Avarice reminding them what a good job looks like, so I shall take my leave." "Good, because I think she is done having sex with guys today."
The butler would head out through the doorway, Avarice sitting up, her breasts finally empty. "That was...dehydrating. Please let me have some water?" George nodded, handing her a glass, his hands starting to work up a spell.
"Here goes nothing!"
"Puritanic no-longer gigantic!" George shouted in his best stage voice, adding dramatic flair as he finally cast his spell, Avarice hit with a golden light.
Wow. She felt...normal again. "Ugh, I hate cleaning for perverted, sex-obsessed ghosts!" She shouted, the barely clothed girl pouting. "It worked! You are back to normal!" George celebrated his spell success with a drink of his own, pouring it into the hat.
The house was quiet, the sun coming up outside. They had survived the night, but man, Avarice needed to sleep. "So what now?" She asked Geroge, the two leaving the now empty bar. "Let's find your cute friend. There are still a lot more ghosts to...help, so we can't quit now!" She sighed as they started walking, soon finding Symphony in her usual outfit, laying on a couch in the hallway outside the strip dance stage room. "What happened to you?" Avarice asked, her partner covering her face. "Don't ask. You?"
"Uh...nothing."
The two women headed back outside, deciding to sleep in the car. "See you tomorrow, George." Said Avarice, Symphony nodding. "Yeah, see you around. We should wrap this investigation up soon, promise."
George gave them both a big hug, pulling them in at the same time. "I am so grateful! Please! Keep up the good work!" He let them go, knowing they would need rest after that first encounter.
However, as the girls left to recuperate, their presence was not unnoticed. Not everyone wanted to pass into the next world, and they would not have it so easy going forwards…