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Home Service: Part 2
🕑 Added 2022-07-12 15:37:58 +0000 UTCA big thanks to my friend Aceline who came in and saved the day on this one. I think he did an incredible job and if you'd like to commission his writing skills, his link is down below.
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Emiko's mind ran at a million thoughts per hour, during her drive to Mia's house. Ever since that unfortunate exposure of her side hustle, poor Emiko had been working as a bonafide servant to the woman. Helping Mia with her laundry, doing the dishes, and other menial tasks that were suited for housekeeping. Mia's demands were mercifully mundane, but with an imagination like hers it was best to stay alert. Emiko had already agreed to help 'babysit' her two nieces for tonight, Kyrie and Kimi. Babysitting was a unique way of putting it--the two were fully grown women. Really, Mia just wanted to make sure those girls weren't going to make a mess out of her place while she was out of town.
Emiko remembered what it was like to have Kyrie and Kimi as her students, when they were still in high school. They were troublemakers back then and seemingly nothing had changed since. One memory in particular made her shudder as it replayed in her mind, in part due to the mischievous obsession that connected the three girls-- tickling. The apple didn't fall far from the tree with that family.
——(flashback)——
It was a break period at the Yohr High. But rather than spending it outside, the two students were forced to spend their recess in Ms. Emiko's office. One of the students had come running to Emiko with complaints about being bullied. Specifically, through tickling. To her account, they wouldn’t stop until she gave them the answers to the class assignment.
Emiko sat on one side of her office behind the desk, arms crossed as she glared sternly at the two girls seated opposite of her. Both of them were uncharacteristically bashful today, at least over this affair.
"Do you girls want to tell me what happened between you two and Sarah?" Emiko asked. "She was very detailed about her report. Something about you girls taking her socks off and tickling her? Do you have anything to say for yourselves?"
Kyrie fidgeted around bashfully, her legs rubbing together and her arms tucked in-between them. "N-Not really..."
Kimi merely shook her head, before hanging it shamefully.
Emiko sighed. Without any further testimony or accounts from other witnesses, she had no discretion to investigate further. Not unless there was a repeat incident. She hoped that Sarah, their victim, at least got her socks back.
"I'll let you two off with a warning this time," Emiko said, wagging her finger at the girls. "But if I hear about any other tricks from the two of you, you’ll have to answer to me. Understood?"
The twin devils respond with a single 'understood' in unison.
——-(end flashback)———
Well, that was in the past. As Emiko pulled up into the driveway of the Sato household, she hoped that the nieces had since cleaned up their act after graduating. Little did she know of the surprise waiting for her inside.
Emiko entered through the front door and kicked off her heels at the shoe rack nearby. This was one of the rules of Mia's house when she first started working here: No shoes inside. Plus, it had the added bonus of humiliating Emiko with just that little extra vulnerability, a reminder of how she was first broken into submission. By now it had become second nature to her to trot around barefoot inside. She calls out to the nieces after being told they were already at home for Mia to chaperone.
"Kyrie? Kimi? It's Ms. Emiko, I'm here to watch you for the night!"
Immediately upon making her presence known, two girls rushed from the hallway and to the front of the house to welcome her. Kyrie was a beautiful brunette now, just like their aunt, while Kimin (ever the eccentric) had her hair died in neon teal. They were certainly all grown up since the last time Emiko saw them. The girls waved their former teacher over.
"Ms. Emiko, oh my god is that you?" said Kyrie.
"Girl, it's been forever! How you been?" followed Kimi.
Emiko laughed nervously and rubbed the back of her neck. It was so unusual to talk to these girls in a completely different environment and roles. "Heh. Well you know. I'm still teaching at the school. Thought I'd stop by and help out your aunt. She said you girls were in need of some babysitting?"
"Oh, pff." Kyrie scoffed and waved an arm dismissively. "You know how aunt Mia is. She's afraid we're gonna have some kinda crazy party and go nuts or something!"
"I can imagine," Emiko replied skeptically. She didn’t blame their aunt one bit for her paranoia. "But please, just call me Emiko. I'm not your teacher anymore." She laughs more relaxedly this time. It looked like the girls had matured after all. "So, it sounds like I'll just leave you two to your own devices?"
"Yeah, we won't cause any trouble," Kimi assured her. But then, she reaches for something hiding behind her back. "Oh, uh. Quick thing though. Do you know what this was doing in the laundry?"
Kimi holds out a wrinkled-up maid outfit. Emiko's blood froze, and she stood there silent. Utterly petrified.
Dammit. How could Emiko have been so careless? Sure, it was humiliating to have to go around as a barefooted maid around the house. She made sure to never mix up her own laundry with Mia's. This was the last thing she wanted to let slip. To these two, no less. Emiko was freaking out on the inside. She had to deny, deny, deny.
"U-Uh, um. No idea! Heh, nope." Emiko flailed her arms about and immediately broke into a sweat. Unfortunately for the wallflower tutor, she was a terrible liar, and even worse at maintaining her cool.
"Really?" Kyrie asked, before pulling out her phone. "Cuz our aunt sent us this picture. It's yours, isn't it?" She holds up the screen to Emiko, revealing a partially cropped photo of a woman in a maid outfit. But worst of all, the smoking gun was below the waistline: There was a complete absence of stockings, socks, or any kind of footwear on this wearer. Exactly how Mia had Emiko dressed while working around the house.
Emiko sighed and slouched her shoulders. She was sure the jig was up by now, and confessed defeat. "Y...Yeah. It's mine," she mumbled. "I've been helping your aunt out so she wouldn't tell anyone I work as a part-time maid on the side. Can you girls keep a secret?"
She's surprised to look up and find Kyrie and Kimi cracking up at this revelation. What the hell was going on?
"Oh man, you totally fell for it!" Kyrie remarked, slapping her sister on the arm.
In-between snorts of laughter, Kimi adds, "Auntie told us about you working for her, but we didn't know you were a maid, Ms. Emiko!"
Emiko groaned and palmed her face in both hands. "Oh, no..."
Emiko is startled by the two girls suddenly running up to her with grins at either side of her. She's not sure where this is going, and less sure if she wants to find out.
"Don't worry, Ms. Emiko. We'll keep your secret," Kyrie said. Then, Kimi added onto the sentence.
"On one condition."
Emiko gulped.
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Emiko was starting to realize that this 'one condition' was beginning to be a very tall order. It started out simple enough, albeit humiliating.
'Put on the dress! We wanna see you in it~'
The girls react with 'aw's and coos, making Emiko blush. But if only it stopped there.
'Now take the shoes and socks off!'
This command, Emiko was a lot less willing to do, until the nieces threatened her and loosened up her resolve a little with a little bit of tickling. Little did she know where this would lead to, as they took their barefooted, blackmailed maid to sit on the couch with them.
Kyrie and Kimi had Emiko's legs spread eagle-wide, one girl to each foot, while she was forced to sit on the couch and take it. 'If she moved her arms away from her head,' they told her, the girls would take the selfies they snapped of the shoeless maid Emiko and send it to the entire school network. The tickling was hell, but the threat of her life being ruined was an even greater hell than that.
It still tickled like crazy to have two girls at her bare feet, though.
"Ack! Nohohoho!" cried Emiko as she felt the nieces' fingernails raking along her silky-smooth soles. They wrinkle at the arches and curl at the toes in a vain effort to get away from their attackers, but all it provided the two girls was an impromptu foot show. Emiko had such pretty toes, too--pretty enough to convince Kimi to help herself to a quick taste of them.
"Om, nom!" Kimi growled as she now assaulted the maidwoman's toe crevice with a wiggling, worming tongue to tickle her with.
"Eeeheehee!!" Emiko shrieked, capping off her tickled scream with a shameful moan. She enjoyed that more than she wanted to admit, but it was a confession for more that the girls were determined to get.
"We'll only stop if you say yes to whatever we say, Ms. Emiko," Kyrie sang in a melodic voice, set to the tune of Emiko's discordant laughter.
"O-Okay! Okay yesyes I'll do whatever you want just pleheheeeease!"
Well, that didn't take long. Kyrie and Kimi finally let up on their former teacher, exchanging mischievous smiles with each other while Emiko panted breathlessly in-between them. Her arms drop to her sides and she falls back against the couch, not even caring for how little her lingerie panties covered.
One of the nieces probably noticed a bit of dampness down there, while they were explaining what Emiko what would happen to her.
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Despite how comfy the giant bed in the middle of the living room was, Emiko was not the slightest bit relaxed while lying down in it. Certainly not while in her underwear and bra. She was a gorgeous woman, truly. With large assets on her chest and curves for miles along her hips. But flaunting those goods was not in Emiko's character, and certainly not with those two no-gooders, Kyrie and Kimi, at the helm of it. Emiko had been convinced--actually tickle-bullied--into agreeing to the sisters' sordid deal in order to keep her side job a secret. They truly were the niece-spawn of their aunt Mia. 'Join us for a tickle party!' they said. 'You'll be the center of attention!' Emiko's toes curled just thinking about it. Some of Mia's past affectations had made the wallflower tingle in some deep in the back of her mind. Almost as if she were being broken into the sensation. But at the forefront, here and now, nothing but dread and anxiety filled Emiko.
She looks over to the two girls welcoming guests inside. Unconsciously, her toes curl in their direction, almost as if her body is greeting them. "Why do I need to do this again?" Emiko asked the girls.
"Because you wanna keep your job a secret, silly!" Kyrie replied with a giggle.
"You don't want us to tell everyone you're a maid, do ya?" Kimi said, her teal hair flowing behind her as she turned to wink at the half-naked Emiko.
"Shhshh!" Emiko shook her head frantically and shushed them, hoping they would keep it down.
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After some music, drinks, and some tickle talk that made Emiko squirm to overhear, the guests, boys and girls alike, all gather around the bed, making the barefooter maid the center of attention in the room. This was a tickle party, alright, and those wriggly hands and naughty looks they were giving Emiko reminded her of that every minute. While she tries to curl up into a ball to try and protect herself, Kyrie and Kimi immediately hop onto the bed with her. Kyrie, the brunette sister, sits in front of the dormant Emiko and spreads the woman's legs apart by her thighs. Kimi, her teal-haired half, lays her hands right on Emiko and starts to undo her bra and panties, the only protection she had left from the outside forces.
"W-Whahat are you doing!?" Emiko demanded, already getting the tickles of laughter building up in her throat as Kimi's squirmy hands feel up her sensitive skin from under the two-piece she wore.
"Getting you ready for the party! Can't have any pesky clothes in the way," Kimi explained while undressing her helpless ward.
Kyrie giggled to herself and started to fasten a belt buckle to her waist that a guest handed to her. It was a strap-on. She comments, "Good thing we already took your socks off~" Kyrie brushes an open hand along Emiko's sole, making the fellow brunette yelp and kick her foot out. "Oh my gosh, auntie was right! You are super ticklish."
Emiko's eyes widened in fear as she realized the artificial dong Kyrie had fastened on and angled to penetrate her. It was already lubed up, and only one hip thrust from the haughty brunette would have the girl deep inside of her. "N-No, I'm...!" Emiko was beside herself, all blushes and stammers while she now lied in bed, stark naked as crowds of hands start to hold her limbs down and wriggle their fingers at her in anticipation. Her bottom lip quibbles fearfully. "B-Be gentle, please..."
Kyrie and Kimi laughed in unison. One of them responds. "No promises, tickle maid."
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The first assault on Emiko's body is not what she expected; Kyrie thrusted her hips forward, jamming the lubed strap-on deep inside until the walls stretch. Emiko writhes, bucking her arms and legs in the grasp of everyone as she relents to an orgasmic cry. "Aahn~!" It was loud enough that the neighbors might hear it. A couple of party-goers cheer at the exquisite reaction.
"Ooh. Our tickle maid's sensitive too!" Kyrie exclaimed. While Emiko laid there, legs spread and panting furiously, the other niece grabs her calf and holds it in place while her other hand conducts another sensitivity test on the bare foot beneath it. Kimi's fingers spider up and down Emiko's sensitive soles, quietly appreciating the vivid texture of Emiko's feet. Because some of the tutor's clients were fetishists themselves, she had to keep herself well-groomed--pampered at times, making her feet soft and immaculate for the next hungry client. She paid dearly for this, as it only made Kimi's fingernails all the more damning as they raked along her feet.
"Eeeheeheek nohohooo!!" Emiko shrieked as her foot was helplessly tickled. Amidst the flurry, Kyrie reaches for their other foot that was still untouched, though held in place by a guest. She too skitters her devilish fingertips along Emiko's bare maiden feet, assaulting her senses in every way possible. Emiko howls with laughter and arches her back off the bed. And just in the moment, Kyrie pulls and thrusts herself back in until both the girls' thighs clap together with a wet 'fwap'. Emiko's struggle to breathe back in air is cut short by another forcibly-pleasured gasp, and again the guests ravish her ticklish toes without a hint of mercy that she begged for from earlier.
Emiko starts to wail amidst her own bouts of forced, tickle-fuck laughter. Tears streamed from her eyes, redness covered her face, and her pussy convulsed under the wanton pleasure Kyrie was bringing her. "Oh gahahad! I can't! I cahahahan't!" she cried, thrashing her head from left to right until her own hair clung to her face from all the sweat beading on it.
"Now now, tickle maid. You shouldn't be saying noooo," Kimi teased. "You should be saying yes. Remember? You had to say yes to everything we told you."
Kyrie had a moment in-between her grunting, from her gyrations inside of Emiko, to comment on this. "Emiko. Do you like this? Do you want more tickles?"
"Nononohoho...!" Emiko whined, shaking her head again.
Kimi giggled at the hysterical woman's despair. "We'll tell everyone about your job unless you say yeees.~"
"Do you like being tickled and fucked in front of everyone?" Kyrie asked again.
Emiko caved. Consequences be damned, she just wanted to live to see the night. "Yes! Yehehes oh good I love it!!"
Both nieces' eyes widened in surprise, and the party talks and laughs among themselves. "We just said you have to like it. Didn't think ya'd love it! Guess we'll have to tickle your feet some more, until you cum.~"
Whether it was from Emiko's mind being tickled and fucked into little pieces, or merely instinct driving her to say 'yes' to anything the girls said like they told her to, Emiko could only respond with an affirmative. "Yes! Yes, yes pleheheeease!!"
(To Be Continued)
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