Chapter 225

Anya and Sasha tiptoed out of Lyssandra's quiet chamber, closing the heavy door behind them with a soft click. The early morning inside the dungeon was already bustling, smells of cookfires and freshly-tilled earth filling the air.

But they headed not for the kitchen or the garden, but for their small shared room. It was a simple space, two narrow beds, a small washstand, and a chest for their few belongings.

Inside, the revealing outfits were laid out neatly on their beds, fresh from the laundry. They were a marvel of design – sheer black bodystockings, white ruffled collars, tiny aprons, and impossibly tight garters.

Sasha picked up her things, groaning. "Ugh, I hate putting this on. The collar is always too tight."

"Then don't eat so much at night," Anya teased, already struggling with the delicate straps of her own costume. She tried to fasten it at the back, but her arms couldn't quite reach.

"It has nothing to do with that! It's just… constricting," Sasha pouted, trying to wiggle into her own suit. She pulled the black fabric up her legs, the material clinging to every curve. She got it to her thighs, but then got stuck. "I can't get it up any further!"

"Here, let me," Anya said, sighing as if it were a great imposition. She moved to help her sister, hands gripping the back of the stocking. "Suck your stomach in," she commanded.

Sasha did, and Anya gave a mighty heave. The fabric slid up, over the curve of Sasha's ass.

"Okay, turn around," Anya said. She began to work the fastenings on Sasha's chest panel, her fingers nimble.

But Sasha's fun bags got in the way, they were fuller than her sister's.

"Gah! Your boobs are trying to rebel again," Anya complained, trying to hook the tiny clasp behind the heart-shaped panel over Sasha's nipple.

"It's not my fault they're glorious!" Sasha shot back, her chin held high.

"Just hold them… down," Anya grunted, fumbling with the object.

Finally she got it. Sasha stood up straight, the outfit now hugging her body perfectly, though her breasts strained against the sheer mesh.

"There. Now help me with mine," Anya turned around.

Sasha looked at the tight back of Anya's outfit and a wicked grin spread across her face. "Only if you admit my boobs are bigger than yours."

Anya rolled her eyes. "Fine. Your fat is bigger. Now hurry up, I need to get to the garden."

Sasha giggled and set to work, pulling the back of Anya's stocking tight and fastening it.

They were finally dressed, their reflection in mirror showing two sexy, yet slightly disheveled, maids.

"Do you think Mistress will like it?" Sasha asked, admiring herself.

"I think she'll be too busy to notice," Anya said pragmatically, but there was hint of hopefulness in her eyes, too.

Sasha preened in front of the mirror again, turning around to admire how the black stocking made her legs look endless. "Mistress will definitely notice," she said confidently. "I polished her dick until it was gleaming."

Anya just shook her head, a fond, exasperated smile on her face. "You polished it for maybe five seconds, Sasha. Mostly you just moaned and drooled on it." She turned to pick up her small cleaning caddy.

Suddenly, the door to their small room creaked open. A flood of women poured in, their eyes wide filled by mixture of curiosity and envy. It was the other village girls who had been rescued alongside them, all clad in their own identical sexy outfits. They were a gaggle of chattering, nervous energy.

"Anya! Sasha! There you are!" cried a girl with blue hair. "We've been looking everywhere for you!"

"Spill!" another maid demanded, pushing her way to the front. "We saw you two leaving the Mistress's room this morning! You were with her all night, weren't you?"

Sasha's chest puffed up with pride, while Anya took a small, hesitant step back, looking cornered.

"Well," Sasha began, drawing the word out. "It was a matter of great responsibility. Mistress had a very… tense… night, and we were required to assist her."

"Assist her how?" a third one asked, her voice dripping with jealousy. "We all assist her by cleaning and cooking! What makes you two so special that you get to help in her bed?"

The other maids murmured in agreement, their gazes inquisitive. They crowded closer, forming a tight circle around the twins.

"Yeah!" another piped up. "We heard her… roaring… last night! And we heard you two… moaning!"

Anya blushed furiously, but Sasha looked triumphant.

"We were helping her relieve tension!" Sasha declared loudly. "With our mouths. And our hands. And… other parts."

A collective, scandalized gasp swept through the room.

"You… you let her put it… inside you?" a timid maid whispered from the back, her hand flying to her mouth.

"Well, not me," Anya corrected quickly, her blush deepening. "Mistress was tired. She just wanted to be sucked and stroked. But Sasha…"

She gave her sister a mischievous shove. "Sasha got the special treatment!"

The room fell silent for a heartbeat after Anya's declaration. Then, it erupted.

The jealousy in the air was almost palpable. The other women stared at the twins, their expressions a cocktail of shock, envy, and resentment.

"Sasha got the special treatment?" one of the maids echoed, her voice trembling.

"So it's true," the blue-haired maid breathed, her eyes wide. "Mistress does… that… with you."

The timid maid from the back wrung her hands, her face pale. "But… but she's so big… I heard it could split a girl in two."

Sasha tossed her honey-brown hair over her shoulder, a look of pure smugness on her face. "It can," she confirmed, her voice a dramatic whisper. "But Mistress is gentle. When she wants to be. She knows how to stretch you just right. It… it hurts, but in the most incredible way. Made me I see stars."

A few of the maids actually took a step back, their hands unconsciously going to their own throats or stomachs. The casual way Sasha described it made it both terrifying and, to some, darkly alluring.

Anya watched the expressions on their faces and felt a pang of unease. She could see the envy turning into something more dangerous.

"It wasn't just… that," Anya tried to explain. "Mistress is also kind. She spoke with us. She listened to our story."

But the other maids weren't hearing anymore. They only heard the salacious details.

"This isn't fair," one of them finally said, her voice cutting through the chatter. It was a girl with sharp eyes and a sharper tongue. "You two just happen to be in the right place at the right time? And the rest of us are left to scrub floors and peel potatoes?"

She crossed her arms. "From now on, i'm going to be more proactive."

The others nodded in agreement, their faces hardening with resolve.

"Yeah," another chimed in. "Next time Mistress looks tired, we're not going to run away. We're going to offer to 'assist' her."

"Exactly!" the first one declared, her gaze sweeping over Sasha and Anya. "And if she likes it, we're the ones who will be sharing her bed. Not you two again."

The mood in the room had shifted completely. The initial curiosity was gone, replaced by a competitive, almost predatory edge. They saw what the twins had achieved, and now they all wanted it.

A bunch of horny women, now unified in their mission, filed out of the small room, shoulders back, chins held high. The last one out shot Sasha and Anya a final, competitive glare before closing the door with a definitive thump.

Silence descended, dipped in residual tension.

Anya turned to her sister, her arms crossed, expression disapproving. "That was a stupid thing to say."

Sasha looked genuinely confused. "What? I was just telling the truth! They asked, so I told them! What's the big deal?"

"The big deal," Anya said, her voice stern, "is that you lied. Or rather, you exaggerated to the point of lying."

Sasha's blush deepened. "I did not!"

"You did!" Anya shot back. "You let them all believe that Mistress's cock was inside you last night. But it wasn't. She fingered your ass, Sasha. Don't you remember? Her finger, not her... thing."

Sasha's face was on fire now. She stammered, trying to find a way out. "Well… it was… it was a very thick finger! It was almost as big as one! In my memory, it was a penis! A big, hard, wonderful penis!"

She struck a dramatic pose. "Narrative liberty! I was just painting a better picture!"

Anya was not amused. "It wasn't a painting anymore, it was bragging. Now they're all going to be trying to get into Mistress's bed, thinking that's what they're supposed to do."

"Well, maybe they should!" Sasha huffed, sticking out her lower lip. "It's the best way to show gratitude!"

"By getting your ass fingered? You're hopeless," Anya sighed, though the corner of her mouth twitched. It was hard to stay mad at her sister, even when she was being an idiot.

"And," Sasha added, a new, brilliant thought striking her, "and… and maybe if they all try really hard, Mistress will have to pick more favorites! Then everyone gets a turn!"

She beamed like she had just solved world hunger. "See? I was helping! I was creating a system of meritocratic pleasure-giving! I am a visionary!"