Capture Target

Okay, okay!  Up next is the super hot party where I got molested by… a bunch of… older rich men, and… I…

…

Fuck.

Okay, before I get started, I should talk about age and power play.

This isn’t going to be a fun talk, but it needs to happen.

To start with, no sexual relationships with those that are too young.  I’m not even talking about the laws here, though I absolutely obey them.  I’m talking about pedophilia; sexual relationships with people who haven’t even gone through puberty.

I’m going to start with that by saying two words.

Do not.

That’s it, the end.

Under no circumstance should those too young for it interact with sex in anything except an academic manner -- for example, to learn when others are doing the thing they shouldn’t be doing to them.

Pedophilia:  Do not.

I’ll get back to other subtext regarding age later, but I’m going to shift the topic for now.

Under the same category of ‘do not’, one should not fuck their student or employee.  ‘Dude cheats on wife with his hot slutty secretary’ is a common refrain, but the secretary is a victim there.

Let me reframe that same situation in another light.

An attractive woman got a job working for a wealthy man who kept on flirting with her.  Her boss is well connected and fairly popular.  Boundaries were never set between them.  If her boss gets upset with her, he could fire her and make it much harder for her to get another job in the future.

She needs money to, you know, live.  Maybe she’s even raising a kid, or is paying off a debt.

Suddenly it’s less about her taking advantage of her boss’s weak will, and more about her boss being an asshole that doesn’t understand boundaries.

This same situation applies with a teacher fucking their student, or a coach fucking their star athlete.

I mena, to be clear, those are all fun fantasies.  But in reality?

Again, two words.

Do not.

It’s… look.  Ideally?  Personal power imbalances wouldn’t matter with relationships.  But they do, and that shouldn’t be ignored.  And therefore, they should be approached with care and awareness, so you avoid taking advantage of people.

This power imbalance can also be a lack of experience and knowledge.

Now.  That said?

The idea of being a super hot, horny, immature barely-legal sexpot that gets seduced and manipulated by a strong dominant adult man that knows better than her in just about everything?

That is stupidly hot.

Like -- mmph!  I can’t even tell how wet it gets me!

Now, I bring that all up because what comes next is… look, I enjoyed it.  A lot, actually.  But when you boil it down to its core elements, what you have is a bunch of powerful men taking advantage of sexy women in the employment of a friend.

That is not okay.

There is no situation where it is okay, regardless of how much I enjoyed it.

Think of it like -- like a fist fight breaking out between two people on the streets.  Even if they both enjoy it, it still shouldn’t have happened.

And I want to make it very clear that it shouldn’t have happened.

Got it?

Good.

Now.

Time to gush about how hot it was.

---

In the mere six days before the party, all of the maids -- myself included -- had to spend a lot of time preparing for it.  It was planned to last three consecutive days, so we had to ensure that things were ready.  There were multiple schedules planned and practiced, arranging us so there would always be enough maids available for whatever was needed.  It was a frenetic time, and the only thing that kept us calm was the knowledge of who we were preparing for.

Our beloved master.

Master spent time with all of us, individually, thanking us for our effort and work.  He even said he’d give us a reward as thanks for our hard effort!  

…But, uh… I rather quickly realized most of us asked to spend more time with him…

Wh-what?  He’s hot, and Master deserved the -- argh!  

I, uh, I mean, it was hard to ask for anything else from him!  He was spending so much money on this party, after all, and though it was selfish we all just really wanted more --

Eek!

-- right.  Right.  Thanks.  Um.  Glad you remembered, but next time, be a bit more gentle when pinching my nipple?  Or, you know, just grab the piercings like so… 

Mmph~  yes, that’s better.

Right.  Right.  Okay.

So.  We were all preparing for it, and I had a particular… mmm… ‘job’ isn’t the right word.  ‘Expectation’ is closer.

Remember, we all had different ‘archetypes’ that we naturally fell into.  Boss Maid, Gardener Maid, Tomboy Maid, etc.  And I was the ‘Slutty Maid’.

Don’t get me wrong, all of us had unnaturally slutty bodies.  There wasn’t one of us that couldn’t cum from some skilled groping, and we were all weak to pleasure and desires.  I didn’t even have the largest tits; that was Cow Maid.  

But my overall body was clearly the most extreme.

It’s a bit hard to properly explain.  But while some of the girls had larger tits, mine were always, inevitably, harder to disguise.  While some girls wore skimpier uniforms, mine always seemed to flaunt my body better.  And no matter how hard I worked or what jobs I did, I never got dirty, was always clean and beautiful and so very fuckable.

It was a combination of the number of blessings I had along with my level of ‘corruption’.  The more feminine and slutty a woman is, the more the world would enable and encourage them.  Anybody that bothered to pay attention could tell that there was a difference between me and a maid that was ‘merely’ extremely busty.

When you combine that with the fact that I was the newest maid, I was the one that Master spent the most time with.  He wanted to make sure that I understood my place, and wouldn’t cause any problems.  

And it… well, it worked.  I wanted to impress him so badly!  This was my chance to show my loyalty!

…There was still something niggling in my mind, something that was trying to alert me, but… I knew what my place was.  And I was getting into it.

I ‘practiced’ before the party.  I ensured that every fellow maid knew that they could molest me and tease me as I went about my duties.  I fiddled with my uniform, until it was just barely hiding things, and showed off just enough to tantalize.

My skirt barely hid my panties, and my top relied on the size of my tits to avoid sliding down.  My every step was a say with a jiggle, and my every stance was an inviting pose.

And before I knew it, the time for the party had arrived.

---

There was a wide range of eclectic guests.  I had thought it would consist solely of nobility and royalty. That's the kind of party this was, after all.  A schmooze-fest for making connections, with a side of orgies.  A party of elites, by elites, for elites.

But one of the first guests we welcomed in was a shabby looking wood carver.

His clothing was clearly rough, designed to last instead of looking good, and he didn’t even have any shoes on.  His dialect was hard to understand and with a thick accent, and yet Master welcomed him in like an old friend.

…I admit that not expecting guests like him was a classest assumption on my part, but it should have been an accurate one.  Master didn’t meet with people like this man.  I hadn’t been working for him long, but that much was clear.

There were other oddities, as well… merchants and royals don’t tend to have good relationships in that world; merchants were ‘new money’, and royals were ‘old money’ and had massive powers.  Yet I saw more than a few merchants show up.

Oh, don’t misunderstand.  Nobility was the most common by far.  But I saw commoners, merchants, laborers, even one person that I’m pretty sure was some kind of mafia boss.  It was an entire meangary of citizens invited into his manor, from every walk of life, seemingly only united by Master's friendships with them.

I was, naturally, rather curious about this, but that curiosity was quickly overridden by my job.

My job was quite simple:  I had to serve the individuals at the party food, and let them do whatever they wanted to me, within reason and my ability to remain presentable afterwards.

I was already more than primed for this.

Unlike my fellow maids, I had been given a few small potions before people started arriving; ones for libido and stamina, to ensure I wouldn’t get tired.

By the time the main room for the party started filling up, I was already dripping with lust.  I grabbed a tray and started moving around, smiling at everybody as I swayed and jiggled, serving them small drinks and snacks.

It started out fairly calmly.  A person would give me a quick spank when they thought I was moving away, or I’d get somebody a bit too close to me… but every time I simply flashed a smile and let them do what they wanted.

Thoughts of my master were in my mind, along with an ever-growing lust.

Things accelerated after that.

After handing off my latest entrée to one of the nobles, he leered at me and put a hand around my shoulder, acting ‘friendly’ as he groped one of my tits through my uniform.

I let loose a surprised gasp… which quickly devolved into a moan of pleasure.

I was worked up by that point, and I didn’t even care that I didn’t know this man's name.  I was only feeling satisfaction at getting some pleasure, and glee at doing my job as my master’s maid.

The noble turned to those he was talking with, and said with a laugh, as he was groping me, “See?  This is what loyalty is rewarded with.  Honestly, just by being here you’ve already committed to our goddess…”

I recognized that something was weird about those words, but before I could put anything together, the noble sent me off with a slap to my ass.  I made a noise of disappointment, but moved to obediently refill my tray.

Others must have seen my reaction, because I was molested maybe five times before managing to hand off my empty tray to another maid.

One of the party goers… I don’t even remember his face, frankly… tugged me into a corner of the room as he roughly groped me.  By that point I was so wet I would have fucked a table if I could get away with it; the constant hands on me from the party goers was driving me insane.

The man didn’t even ask as he unbuckled his pants and lowered my panties, lifting me up to fuck me against the wall.

I didn’t even think to stop him.

I just moaned.

I wanted more.

And he gave me more.

He fucked me into the wall until he came, twice, and I had cum once.  The potion I took earlier for libido enhanced the pleasure I felt, and I let loose a drunken-sounded giggle by the time he was done.

I had just been fucked in the corner of a room, in public, and all I could think at the moment was that I wanted more.

I heard the murmurs of the guests in the room.  Calling me a slut, saying I was clearly desperate for cock, claiming that I was only kept on staff because I was easy.

It was like being back in the Library of Insults.

I suddenly realized just how much I'd missed that place… and that I'd found something even better.

I took a moment to refresh myself, slipping into a servant's bathroom to adjust my uniform and make sure I looked clean and presentable.  Not that hard with [Manic Vanity].  And then I went back out there, into the party.

I barely got ten steps out before one of the merchants tugged me onto his lap.  He was sitting at a table with a couple of nobles and three commoners, regaling them with tales of his own girls.

“Now, I might not have a slut as fine as this,”  he said as he made me writhe and moan on his lap.  One hand was on my breast, the other near my slit.  “But I have plenty of my own loyal girls.  The gifts of the goddess are strong… and if you want a life of pleasure and power, it’s time to stop hesitating and show you’re a man.”

His words were triggering alarm bells in my mind, but his hands were making me unable to process them.

He nodded at one of the commoners at the table.  One clearly straddling the line of a burgeoning middle class, given his clothing.  The merchant who had dragged me onto his lap said, “You, boy.  Tell this slut to suck you off.”

The man was clearly inexperienced in debauched rich-person orgies, as he took a fair bit more convincing than that.  But eventually, he was cajoled into looking me in the eye and giving me the order in a shaky voice.

It almost pierced my mind.  My [Sub’s Fun] blessing, that made some orders all but impossible to disobey, amplified my perception of his weak presence to the point where I felt like I was being commanded by a god.

I slipped off the merchant's lap, my spade tail writhing behind me, as I quickly got on my hands and knees in front of the young man.  I unbuckled his pants and enveloped his cock in my mouth.

It was bliss.

My altered throat instantly constricted around the cock, milking it of cum, as my tail waved and curled behind me.  One of the others at the table got curious about it and grabbed it, making me freeze in surprise as the tip opened up.

That only made the men even more interested.

Before I realized it, I was laying on my back on a table, sucking off one man while my tail was fucking another.  A third took my slit, groaning in pleasure as he did so.

I was melting in mindless pleasure.

I wasn’t ashamed.  Or embarrassed.  I felt this was natural.  That this was my normal state.

All I wanted was more.

And Clarabelle, goddess of ‘free use’, granted my wish.

[Blessing:  Sexual Signifier]
[Requirements:  Truly believe for a span of two or more days that it is naturally for you to be sexually used by others.  Cause three or more people to orgasm by using your body within a short time period.]
[Effects:  By acknowledging your purpose as a public sextoy, you can ensure others know what you are with ease.  Others will naturally find it proper to use you at their will, and viewers will not question their actions.  This effect can be enhanced or reduced by personal preference and willpower.]

It was a fun party~