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Maid in Enclosed City
by Anonymous

This story is entirely for you to enjoy and you may republish it,
rewrite it, bastardize it, or work it into a non-erotic story as long
as "Maid in Enclosed City" is cited as inspiration.

Contents: M/m nc (chapters 1-3); no sex (4-5); m/f (6)

===
 1
===

I awoke on a soft rug, drooling slightly. I felt woozy, as if I had
been drugged. I tried to remember what the last thing was that
happened to me, something that might possibly explain where I was.

I couldn't remember much.

"Sit up," said a voice. I wiped my face and rose to look at the world.
I was in someone's basement, that much was clear. There was an amusing
assortment of old appliances lying around: a microwave, a pottery
wheel, and even a NordicTrak. The walls were kind of queer. They were
made of big stones, and sloping inwards. It reminded me of a medieval
castle I had once seen in Europe-- but I couldn't imagine anyone
living in a castle.

The man sitting before me was dressed in a T-shirt and jeans. He
looked to be in his late twenties-- a decade older than me. He was
tanned, and clean-shaven. Our eyes met, and his stare became a
grimace.

"Do you know who you are?" he asked.

I thought a little. I scratched my head. Scraps of memory faded
disappointingly into nothingness. I tried to remember my mother and
father, but everything came up blank. I couldn't even remember my
name. I finally looked at this man, astonished. His face was the only
one I knew in the world.

"I want you to know that I did not do this to you," the man told me.
"You were kidnapped by other people, and they dumped you here. I am
going to teach you how to recover yourself. I will not use drugs on
you. I want to make you back into a useful member of society. Tell me
everything you remember about yourself."

"I'm 16 years old," I said. My voice was familiar, high-pitched. "My
name... is..."

"You don't need to remember that," he told me. "You're mine now. You
have no name."

"Huh?" I hadn't yet grasped the man's true intentions. My senses were
still kind of foggy, I was worrying myself over my own mental state,
and I didn't know whether he was playing a joke on me.

"Continue. What else do you remember?"

I looked around. "I can't remember anything." I looked down at my
feet. I seemed to be wearing some sort of skirt. I ruffled it
absently, trying to shake the confusion out of my brain.

"Come on." He tapped his foot impatiently. "Would you rather fuck a
boy or a girl?"

My mouth dropped open. "Um. A girl."

"Excellent. From now on, I am going to give you instructions, and you
will follow them without hesitating or questioning me. If you do not
obey my commands you will be here a very long time and make other
people suffer."

Almost as if on cue, a loud noise pierced my consciousness. It was
distant, but unmistakable. It was a girl, screaming her lungs out in
pain. And it didn't die out slowly-- it was cut off suddenly.

My wandering mind snapped into full consciousness. Immediately, I
realized two things. The first was that this was no ordinary
basement-- it was enormous. The second was that I was not just some
lost boy, but I was a slave, and this was an underground torture
chamber.

Now I looked back at this man with a lot more urgency.

"Don't stop to listen to the other sounds here," he told me. "There
will be plenty of them. You must do whatever I tell you. Stand up."

I stood up.

"Look at yourself in the mirror." He pointed to a small mirror hung up
on a stone pillar.

I looked in the mirror. I had a vague sense of what I looked like, but
what I saw in the mirror made me tighten up in horror. My dark hair
had grown long and straight, as if I had been asleep for a year, and
draped silky behind my neck. There was a frilly white headpiece on the
top of my head. My face was smooth and clean, and looked almost
shapely. I was wearing a black and white French maid outfit with lace
and apron, and on my feet were dark gray thigh-highs and shiny black
shoes. It would be hard to tell me apart from a girl unless you looked
closely. The whole time this guy had been talking to me, I was dressed
like this!

"You will be wearing this every day for the foreseeable future," he
said. "You are lucky to have such a dignified outfit. You will see
other people here without such luck.

"Your name is now 'maid.' I will not give you any other name. If you
come up with another name for yourself, I will hurt you until you
forget it. Sit down."

I sat down, eagerly moving out of the way of the mirror.

"Maid, I am your master. You do not need to know my real name. You
will call me Master. Is that clear?"

"Yes."

BAM! His hand came down on my face, and I saw stars. "IS THAT CLEAR?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Take off your panties."

Was he serious? I reached up my skirt and felt a thin piece of
underwear. I looked up-- he was watching me to see if I obeyed. My
face turned red. I pulled down the panties slowly, careful not to
expose myself. They were white, with a bow at the front.

"Lift up your skirt, maid."

Now my heart was really pumping. With my panties dangling off of my
right foot, I lifted up my skirt, exposing a limp, uncircumcised dick.
I looked at him, sweating, awaiting some sort of confirmation.

"Stroke it."

I reached my hand under my skirt, cautiously.

"That is not good enough, maid. You must be able to come on command,
within three seconds. Stroke harder."

I closed my eyes and started to jerk off. I couldn't remember anything
to fantasize about.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing."

BAM!

"Nothing, Master," I said, keeping my eyes closed.

"Open your mouth, maid."

I did so, and before I knew it there were hands gripping my long hair,
and something big, warm, and moist was in my mouth. This was so wrong.
Why was this happening to me?

"Suck on it, maid. Use your tongue."

Squirming against the force of his hands, I wrestled my tongue into
position. He began thrusting in and out, and I could feel his cock
growing inside me, taking up my whole mouth. Despite myself, my cock
grew big and hard in my hands, and soon I was ready to come.

"Don't come unless I tell you to."

I slowed down my movements and focused on sucking his cock. I almost
gagged on his head, and moved my tongue up and down his shaft faster,
hoping I could make it end. I closed my eyes tight but I couldn't get
myself away from the sensations attacking my long hair, my mouth, my
cock. I almost came again and stopped my hand. The thrusting got
faster now, and I felt like his cock was the only thing in the world,
pressing itself down on my tongue, filling my mouth.

"Get ready to come, maid."

I jerked my hand up and down, fingering my head.

"NOW."

I gasped for air as I came, but suddenly he gripped my head and my
mouth was filled with warm, salty stuff covering my tongue. I tried to
spit, but he slammed my jaw shut with his hands.

"Swallow it, maid."

He stooped down and looked me in the eye, still holding my jaws shut.
Frightened, I closed my eyes again and scraped Master's cum off my
tongue with my teeth. It ran disgustingly down my throat. I ran my
right hand down my wet cock as I tried to swallow it all. My fingers
became sticky and I wiped them on my leg. My mouth was still salty. He
took his hands off my head and I gasped for air. I fell backwards,
coughing.

I felt a sponge slap against my inner thigh. "Clean yourself up and
put your panties back on. Understood?"

"Yes, Master."

"You are my maid. You have no other purpose and no other name."

I took the soggy sponge and wiped off my dick and the inside of my
dress. Somehow my dress seemed a lot more important to me now.
Finally, when my dick shrunk back to normal size, I pulled up my
panties. They still got a little wet.

"Stand up," said Master before I even thought. I stood and he put his
hand around my arm. "I am going to take you to your bed now," he said.
"Be grateful you have a bed, maid. You will not speak unless spoken
to. You will not take off your clothes unless I tell you to. You will
obey these rules even in my absence. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," I said placidly. No matter what was going on in my
head, I could not betray anything to the outside world.

He started to walk towards the wooden door, carrying me by the arm.
Outside the door there was a hallway. We were clearly in the largest
room in the basement; we were at the end of the hall, and the other
doors were right next to each other. It looked like they were dark
inside, and as I passed by one of them I heard a girl's voice crying:

"No, no... AHHH!"

It was the sound of pain, not pleasure. Without thinking I gripped my
other hand around Master. He continued to walk down the hall,
unhesitantly. How cute we would look to the outside world: a young man
and his delicate teenage maid. But I wasn't a girl! I swallowed, and
felt more of his cum running down my throat. And then he stopped and
turned me towards a door, which he opened. Inside was a mattress, a
pillow, and a sheet on the floor, surrounded by more stone walls.
There was no light.

"Go inside, maid," he told me, and I obeyed. He held the door open,
and I faced him. "Today you learned to obey me, if only a little.
Tomorrow you will learn to want. It will take a long time, and it will
be hard work, but when you have learned to want, then your training
will end and you will be given a reason to enjoy your work. Are you
prepared to learn?"

"Yes, Master," I said, although I had no clue what he meant.

"Then take off your shoes and sleep," said Master, and he closed the
door.

Questions circled in my head. I knelt down and unfolded the sheet.
Where was I? What country on Earth could this movie dungeon possibly
be in? How could I ever enjoy working in this sadistic place, where I
had to watch my every move, wearing a maid outfit and getting fucked
by other men? Was the "reason" going to be a more intense punishment?
I felt filthy, and my face was oily with sweat. I kicked off my shoes,
and my maid costume itched, but I knew if I took it off he would do
something sick. For now, I just wanted to sleep.

===
 2
===

A light came on and shone in my face. I rubbed my eyes and tried to
roll over. Then I got some of my long, silky hair in my mouth, and I
remembered where I was and what had happened to me.

The light was coming from a ceiling lamp outside the one window in my
room. While I had slept well enough, for all I knew, it was the middle
of the night. I hadn't seen daylight since I arrived here. Somewhere
close to me, I heard a door open, and an older female voice:

"Don't say a word. Stand up and come with me."

I slowly sat up in bed, wondering who my next-door neighbor might be.
Suddenly it occurred to me to look out the window. But right next to
that room was a bend in the hallway, and as soon as I had stumbled
over and peered out they were already gone.

The door to my room slammed open and Master came in. Today he was
wearing a dress shirt and tie. I put on my shoes. He lowered his arm
and I put my dainty hand in his. He led me back towards the basement
room where I had woken up before, but then turned and took me up a
dimly lit spiral stone staircase. After going up one floor, we entered
another hallway, and he opened the door to an immaculate, tiled
bathroom with a medicine cabinet and a toilet.

"Do you remember who you are?"

"I am your maid, Master." Every time he made me say it I felt more
crushed.

"Do you call yourself anything besides 'maid'?"

"No, Master."

"Are you my slave?"

I thought about it. "I am your maid, Master," I repeated.

"Good answer," he acknowledged. "You are not my slave. You must learn
to care for yourself as well as me. Wash up quickly. With your
clothing, do you think you should look like a boy, or a girl?"

I narrowed my eyebrows. "A girl, Master."

"Make sure you look like a girl, then. Across the hall is a kitchen.
Meet me in there when you are done." He closed the door, leaving me
alone.

I looked at myself in the mirror. So he was giving me some semblance
of real life. That was nice and all, but... why did he have to choose
me, and not a girl? This was still fucked up beyond all belief. I
brushed my teeth, then slipped the shoulders off of my outfit and
scrubbed my armpits with deodorant. Someone had shaved them. Was it
Master? On the sink was a razor, and I shaved myself meticulously.
There was a tube of lipstick there, too. Oh, no. Was he expecting me
to put it on? I took off the top and looked at myself in the mirror.
My headpiece was crumpled (I tried to straighten it), and I had the
faintest traces of jawbone, but otherwise I looked entirely feminine.
My eyes were big and wide, my nose inobtrusive. I must have been
picked specially for this job. I applied the lipstick carefully and
smiled at my reflection, taking perverse pleasure in my looks. If I
had to do this, I should at least do it well. I took a comb and ran it
slowly through my hair. Then I remembered my instructions, slipped the
top half of my outfit back on, and went across the hall.

The kitchen was unusual. There were stainless-steel countertops and
big, industrial-size sinks. It seemed like it was built for a
restaurant, or to accomodate large parties. In front of me were some
vegetables and a carton of eggs.

"Good morning, maid," said Master, indicating his approval of my
looks. "It is not enough to be obedient; you must be useful, too. Do
you know how to make an omelet?"

"No."

BAM! I should have known better than that. "No, Master," I corrected
myself, clutching my cheek.

"Then I will show you. Repeat everything I do." With mechanical
efficiency he went through all the steps, and I copied him, even
making toast at the same time. Within ten minutes we were done. "Put
the food and two glasses of water on this tray, and take it into the
dining room," he said, and left through a fancy double door. I didn't
have much of a memory, but I was rather certain I had never been a
waiter before. Now I was a waitress. I filled the glasses and took the
tray in two hands through the door.

The dining room was, as the large kitchen had betrayed, a fancy piece
of work with high ceilings, stained glass windows, and a long table
suitable for an upper-crust banquet. Master was already sitting at the
front, so I had to walk across the room to reach him. I placed down
his breakfast and he motioned to a seat right by his side. I sat down,
bemused. I was being treated well for a crossdressed maid. I couldn't
reconcile the "training" from yesterday with the treatment today.

"Master?" I asked meekly.

"You will not speak unless spoken to, maid," he said, looking at me
roughly. I shrunk in my seat and put my hands in my lap, feeling more
effeminate than ever.

"You have to learn to follow my orders," he said by way of
explanation. "Do not let your thoughts get in the way of obedience.
The longer you take to learn, the longer I will have to train you."

And would would become of me when I was fully trained? I almost opened
my mouth to ask him, but remembered his command and returned to my
food instead.

But he seemed to read my mind. "When this is over," he said, "you will
be comfortable with who you are, even in public. And you will be eager
to do what I tell you without any need for punishment."

That wasn't going to happen, I thought. Unless if he drugged me (as he
had promised not to) no amount of perversion was going to keep me from
being humiliated by my dress, or make me comfortable with being a
mindless servant. You can't put a square peg in a round hole. Yet
Master said this confidently, as if he had done it before.

How many maids were in this castle, anyway? Was I part of some male
maid prostitution ring? I forced myself to finish my omelet and wash
it down, even as questions piled upon questions in my head. Curiosity
was bad here.

"Wash these dishes," said Master dismissively. "You know how to do
that, right?"

"Yes, Master," I said, and went to the kitchen with the tray. As I
scrubbed the dishes and glasses clean in the industrial sink, my mind
wandered freely. Who ate dinner here, anyway? Royalty? Master came
through the door before I could explore this any further.

"That's fine," he said. "Put them on the sanitizer tray." He then led
me out the kitchen door and through a maze of corridors. I supposed
this was the ground floor, but it was quite a mess.

Finally we were in a small, dark room. He switched on a light; the
room was bare except for a drain in the middle. I wondered absently
why there was a drain in a spare room. "Sit down, maid," he said. I
did so.

"Take off your panties and stroke yourself."

Oh God. I pulled down my lace panties and fondled my tiny dick. My
heart was still thumping; I wasn't prepared for this. I closed my eyes
again and tried to think of something, but all I could think of was
the awful blowjob from yesterday.

"What are you thinking about, maid?"

"Your cock, Master."

Pause. "Are you ready to come, maid?" I heard Master say.

"Yes, Master," I lied, not thinking.

"Then come!"

I gripped my dick hard but nothing was going to happen. Master could
tell, and I knew it. I felt ashamed.

"One! Two!"

This was bad. Oh God. I jerked my hand up and down, helplessly.

"Three!"

There was a ZAP and my world went white with pain.

===
 3
===

"AAAAAAAAARRRGGHHHHH!"

The pain shot all through my body. I felt like every wire in my
nervous system was about to snap. It was gone in half a second, but I
crumpled on the ground, gagging and tearing up. I could have bitten my
tongue off.

"Never lie to me, maid," said Master. "I never lie to you. You are to
treat me with trust." He got up. I checked to make sure my arms were
working; I slowly sat up again, and he walked to the corner of the
room. "Your training will start now."

He switched off the light. I heard the scuffling of feet. The room's
atmosphere seemed to change, but I couldn't see anything.

"Keep yourself ready to come on command," said Master's voice. "You
will let these men do whatever they want to you." I dropped my hand to
my crotch again, my head still throbbing too hard to understand what
he meant. Then he said "go," and immediately I was pounced upon and
devoured.

I felt five or six men rubbing up against me. One of them unzipped his
pants and shoved his cock into my mouth; another took my hand and
stuck it down his pants. I started licking the cock in my mouth, and
fondling the one in my hand, while still keeping myself erect. Too
much was happening at once. I started to zone out, entered the weird
realm of utter mindlessness. I closed my eyes and breathed in deep
through my nose, even as it was scraped with pubic hair.

Then I felt a cold hand moving up my thigh. I was shoved around, and I
felt a bulge underneath my ass. Oh God, no. He wedged his cock,
already erect, into my butt cheeks. He felt an opening. No... not
there...

"Mmmmf!" I cried, my mouth still full. Tears welled up in my eyes. He
thrusted inside me, and involuntarily I came. Even as my hand left my
dick another man was taking it and giving me his own cock to hold. The
man pushing his cock into my mouth pushed forward and rubbed my entire
face into his chest. I felt someone grab my feet and press them
against his growing cock. There wasn't a limb in my body unused. I was
utterly and entirely taken care of.

It felt like it went on for days. I could barely breathe. There was
the constant grunting, shifting of bodies on top of me and below me.
From time to time squirts of sticky cum would splatter on my buttocks,
my face. I didn't know how many men were in the room. I didn't hear a
single voice.

Finally, from the corner of the room, Master shouted, "Come, maid!"

I dropped my hand from some stranger's cock and jacked off for half a
second. But I hardly needed any pressure to come-- nobody had touched
my cock this entire time and some man was inside of me. I gasped and
convulsed, and my own semen hit me in my face. Then I blacked out.

It couldn't have been five seconds later when I came to but the men
were already leaving. The room was dark-- I didn't know if Master was
still inside. I tried to sit up, but my ass hurt badly, and I was
exhausted. I collapsed on the ground.

I dragged myself to the corner of the room and started to spit. My
mouth and throat were caked. My hair, that had been so beautifully
smooth when I woke up, was sticky and clumped. The biggest towel in
the world couldn't have dried me off-- my maid costume had cum in all
of its folds.

I wanted something, anything to call my own. Even my own name would
have been an improvement on this. But I couldn't change the fact I was
just 'maid', and everything else was forbidden to me. I was a
receptacle, a pile of flesh that Master was trying to mold into
something.

I smeared my sticky hand on the wall. I wished I knew what this would
make me into.

The light came on, and Master was standing in the doorway with a
sponge and a bucket of water.

"Clean this room now," he said. "You will clean yourself later."

I took the sponge and looked to see if he would go, but no, he was
going to stand there watching me. I couldn't let him see me cry. I
scrubbed down the floor, pushed everything into the drain in the
middle of the room. I soaked the sponge again and started on the
walls. My maid outfit was disgusting. I was disgusting.

Master turned and walked out the door. "Stay here and finish up," he
said. As soon as he was gone I collapsed again. Everything ached.

He returned ten minutes later (the walls barely done) with food and
water. The food seemed to be someone's first attempt at dinner. I ate
it furiously. How many maids were in this castle? How many other
people were being forced to go through what I was doing?

I did not have any energy to rebel. I knew the consequences.

Master returned and took me back to my bedroom. "I'm not expecting you
to enjoy this," he said. "I'm expecting you to learn what you really
want."

===
 4
===

It had been weeks since it began. I had known nothing but my strict
schedule-- breakfast, fucking, and dinner. At some point Master had
given me rewards: I was given a padded bra and earrings, and of course
forced to wear both of these and jack off while looking at a mirror. I
was given perfume, which I was thankfully not forced to use, but I put
it on anyway because it smelled better than cum. I was at one point
allowed to wash my sticky and stained dress, although he had to watch
me, and I still had to wear it in bed. My mind was utterly eroded. My
cock was raw from jerking off, although I was the only one who ever
touched it. But for some reason, I still felt all the humiliation, all
the pain of every punishment. There was some tiny part of me that
refused to give in.

It wasn't even my new identity-- I had grown used to that. It wasn't
like I had much of a choice. I didn't have the faintest memories of an
old life to hang on to. Every morning I was given ten minutes to clean
myself and put on makeup and lipstick. Master seemed to get off on how
beautiful I could make myself look. But I grew more conscious every
day that no matter how feminine I looked, I was not a girl. It was
being bent and twisted like this that had really broken my willpower,
and now I was utterly exhausted.

I woke up feeling the same as always: my body sweaty, my throat salty
and dry. I put on my shoes without being asked, washed up, ate
breakfast in silence, and followed Master through the basement.

But today we didn't go the usual way. We came to a door I had never
seen before. It was the other end of the basement hallway. Master
stopped and took out a blindfold. I let him slip it on me,
unprotesting. He tore off a strip of duct tape and taped the blindfold
over my eyes, so that I was in utter darkness.

"Can you see anything?"

"No, Master."

Then, without warning, he stopped talking. There was silence for a
good two or three minutes. I almost cried out, asked him where he was.
But I feared the slap of his hand, the crack of his whip. I stood
there, trembling.

Finally, he spoke.

"What are you?"

"I am your maid, Master."

"Are you called anything but 'maid'?"

"No, Master."

"Do you love me, maid?"

I clutched my hand to my breast. The blindfold was freaking me out,
and I felt like any moment he might push me through the door into a
pit of tigers. But I knew the consequences of lying.

"No, Master."

"Then open that door."

I fumbled for the knob, in the darkness. I twisted it, heard the door
open. Master took my hand and walked me through it. No tigers. I
sighed. But the floor beneath me was dirt. There were dirt and rocks
under my feet, and I had to step carefully, cautiously, to keep from
tripping.

"I am going to remove your blindfold," he said. I heard whispering
somewhere near me. "Do not speak unless I order you. Do not move
unless I let you."

The duct tape came off my face. The blindfold slowly slipped up. Then
I saw her.

She was my age. Her maid outfit was like mine, but stained and torn.
Her apron was gone from her chest, and her breasts were protruding.
Then she looked at me and I saw only her face. Her eyes were big and
bold; her forehead had a short, red scar; her hair was long, and
blond, and straight. I realized suddenly that I was still wearing my
maid costume and lipstick, and I felt my face turn red. But then I
looked up at her, expecting distaste, and I saw she was blushing too.
She was in a worse state than I was.

I heard the familiar middle-aged female voice from behind me. "Tell
him your name," she ordered. The girl in front of me cringed.

"I am... maid," she stammered.

Now Master spoke. "And you, introduce yourself."

"I am maid," I said quietly, freshly embarrassed.

"You two will never call each other anything but 'maid,'" said Master.
"If you disobey I will take you apart."

"You can move now," added the woman.

Suddenly I realized the reason I had kept myself alive throughout this
torture. I realized that I needed nothing more in this world than to
hug this girl, and I hoped for God's sake she felt the same way. I ran
forward and wrapped my arms around her, and felt her return the
embrace. For the first time in my entire memory, I smiled. I saw her
smile back. I closed my eyes and kissed her on the lips. We kissed for
a full minute, then looked into each other's eyes, unsure whether this
could be real.

"You may talk to each other," said Master.

His permission made no difference-- I didn't even feel the urge to
speak. But the precocious girl immediately said, "I love you."

"I love you, too," I whispered back. We kissed again. Quietly, I
started to cry. We embraced silently.

"Stand at attention, maids," said Master. We both jumped up and turned
to face him. Suddenly, I noticed where I was-- I was outside. I was
outside the miserable castle! And before me, down a steep hill, was a
bustling town that stretched out in front of us for several miles. To
the east and west were farms and a factory-- beyond them, walls.

"You two may say anything you like to each other. You are the only
maids we have. From this day, your training is over."

My jaw dropped open. This was the purpose of all that torture?!

"However, you will still take orders from us." Master gestured at the
thirtysomething woman, who was dressed in a tight shirt. "Maid," he
said (looking at me), "this woman is your mistress. You will call her
Mistress and do everything she says."

"This is our city," said Mistress, pointing down the hill. "Today you
are going downtown to buy food for dinner. You will find that our
citizens already know who you are. Talk to them politely; you may only
take orders from us, but you are the city's servant as well as ours,
and I would not like any word of rudeness to come to my ears. You may
not tell them about anything that has happened to you in the past
month."

"Can we ask them about you? ...Master?" I said without thinking. Shit!

I expected immediate punishment, but Master actually smiled. "Hmm," he
said.

"Sorry, Master," I said, bowing.

"No, that's a good question... Go ahead and ask them. It'll make for
good dinner table conversation."

Mistress gave the other maid three large bins and a list of supplies,
and some coins. "This will buy you groceries, and lunch at any cafe,"
she said.

"Lunch... for-- for me, Mistress?" the other maid stuttered.

"For the both of you," she said.

"Thank you, Mistress!" we both said automatically.

Mistress looked at Master and the two of them started back for the
castle door. "You'll hear the church bells out here every 15 minutes,"
said Master. "Be back in the kitchen by 5:00 and no later."

"Yes, Master!"

He shut the door behind him.

Maid and I stared at each other, and slowly we started to break down
in disbelief. I raised up my hands, choking on something between a
laugh and a sob, and flung myself around her. We sank to the ground,
exhausted.

Far away, the clock in the belfry struck eleven.

===
 5
===

The clock struck 11:15.

"Where the fuck are we?" she finally spoke, her face against mine.

"I can't remember anything."

"Me neither."

"Do you know your real name?"

"No."

"I guess I have to just call you maid, anyway."

"Maid is fine. What about you?"

"I'm definitely just 'maid'. But look at you!" she said. "This is
ridiculous! Why did they want a male maid?"

"I've had a long time to wonder about that," I said.

"They-- they--" Maid stopped and sank her head into my shoulder. "Why
did they do this?"

"They can do whatever they want," I said. It wasn't an answer, but it
was something new: Master and Mistress ran this city, and that's why I
had been tortured in such an exquisite castle.

Maid's hand went to the empty grocery bin and she picked out one of
the coins. I looked at it. It was gold, and had an unfamiliar head
stamped on it. But there was no denumeration, and no country name.

"WHERE--THE--FUCK--ARE--WE?" she said, loudly.

"Shut up!" I hissed. "They'll hear you!"

"Come on," she said. "Let's go into town."

I stood up, taking her with me, and we walked down the dirt road.

"This world is made up of countries, right?" she said to me. "Like the
USA, or Russia. And they're big, and they print their names on their
money. This isn't the Roman Empire."

"Do you know what year it is?"

"No. I think it's the 1960s."

That seemed wrong, but with my utter lack of memory, I could hardly
correct her. "Maybe. For all we know, we went through a time warp, or
we missed the Apocalypse."

"Together?"

"That's another thing," I said. "How is it that you loved me when you
first saw me?"

She pursed her lips. "You... I knew you were in the same place as me."

"I guess so." I stopped. "You know, that whole time, I was dying to
see any girl at all. I was so miserable, but if I had known what it
was leading up to..."

"You wouldn't have been miserable if you had known," she said. "If I
had seen you even once they wouldn't have broken me. The whole time, I
was hoping I could see one guy, just any guy who I knew wasn't going
to rape me."

I looked at my costume. "I guess I fit that order pretty well."

"You're wonderful," she said, and she ruffled the frills on my
headdress, and wrapped her arm around mine. I realized at that point
that I wouldn't give her up for anything.

Outside town there was already a small crowd of spectators waiting for
us. Everyone was dressed in strikingly normal suits, T-shirts and
shorts, given that the town itself was a 19th century mess of bricks
and wood. Nobody had their breasts exposed like Mistress's maid; but
then again, nobody was crossdressed like me.

"It is them!" someone said with awe.

Now I felt perversely proud to wear my dress. It was like a badge of
honor, proof of finishing Master's rigorous training, regardless of
whether they knew what that training was like.

"Maids!" yelled a young man.

"Hello!" we yelled back, and there was consternation in the crowd.

"Where are you from?" he asked.

"We don't know!" I yelled, and Mistress's maid followed up with, "Not
from around here!"

We held hands and the crowd parted for us.

"What's the name of this town?" I asked.

"Guv'nor's Town!" yelled a couple of people. "You're the Guv'nors'
maids, stupid!" added a kid.

An old woman came to the front. "What were you doing in there?"

"The governors told us not to say," said Mistress's maid. "Sorry."

The old woman looked disappointed. "I ask this question every time,"
she said. "They must do a perfect job, they always send the maids out
two at a time... by yourselves... but you always give the same
answer."

"Hold on! How often do you get new maids here?"

"Once every 5 or 6 years," said a man, grinning. "Then you go back
home."

Uhhm. I dropped that surprise into the back of my head. The idle crowd
tugged at us, and led us downtown. There wasn't exactly a procession,
but many people peeked out of the taverns and shops. Some of them
complimented us on our good looks, which further boosted my pride. I
looked down at my maid outfit, which still had a stain on it here and
there. I decided that I would get it washed, tomorrow if not today.

"Did you get your guns yet?" asked a little boy.

"Huh?"

"The attack guns! BANG! BANG!"

"He means the machine guns you're going to use on policing missions,"
said the boy's mom. "You're going to enforce the laws here."

New revelations all the time.

As we headed towards town, I began to notice the city walls more
clearly. They were hard to see beyond all the buildings but they
towered high and appeared quite imposing. They were made of a dark,
solid rock, with barbed wire lining the top.

"Who do those walls keep out?" I asked one of my followers,
thoughtlessly.

"Everyone," he said. "No one comes here but you. This is an enclosed
city."

Now, that couldn't be true, or they couldn't possibly get hold of all
this stuff! But I shrugged him off. Soon we were herded into a busy
market street where half the town seemed to be doing its weekly
shopping. Several grocers yelled for us to come over, and we purchased
the food we needed with remarkable ease.

"This'll be for the lords' banquet?" asked the grocer eagerly.

"Who are the lords, sir?" I said.

"The landlords. You have to introduce yourselves to them tonight."

"I'll look forward to it."

"By the way, what year is it?" asked Mistress's maid.

"Huh?"

"What's this year called?"

"7," said the grocer brightly.

I put my hand to my face. Somehow I knew this was going to happen.

"7 of WHAT, sir?" demanded Mistress's maid.

"7 by the way you reckon years," the grocer said gruffly. "Before this
year, it was 6. Before the year 1, it was 10. Before the year 10, it
was 9."

"Pardon me, but what year were you born?" I asked.

"5." Well, I guess that didn't really matter anyway, as long as he
remembered how old he was.

"When was that castle built?" asked Mistress's maid, gesturing to our
dungeon.

"Now that's a stupid question," he said, visibly fed up. "I can give
you any ol' number you like, you wouldn't know if it was wrong or
right. Any case, it was built long before I was born."

"Oh, come on, maid," said Mistress's maid. "We've only got a couple of
hours." And she tugged me away.

We evaded the crowd and stopped inside a nearby cafe for lunch. It had
a clean linoleum counter and a whiteboard with the days' specials, but
the decor was a weird mix of the entire 20th century, and the chairs
were clearly from the 19th. Along with our sandwiches we were given
glass bottles of Coca-Cola. At least something had writing on it
around here.

"This is a lovely mix of styles, miss," I told the woman behind the
counter. "Where'd you find all of it?"

"Rummage sales," she said gruffly.

"Even the Coke bottles?"

"What's a Coke?"

"Um, this."

"That's called tonic," she informed me. "The lords sell it once a
month."

I chewed on that, and my sandwich. She went into the back room.

"Maid," Mistress's maid said in a low voice, "these townspeople
are..."

"Not very bright?"

"That's an understatement."

"No outsiders here, either," I mumbled. "The walls keep everyone out.
Nowhere to escape..."

"It's like we're the only two people in the entire country who know
anything about the rest of the world."

"How fitting that we're amnesiac servants."

She grinned, however weakly. "If it weren't for you I'd go insane!"

"We're already insane," I told her. "Look at our clothes! We're the
craziest people here."

Maid put her head in her hands, sighing.

===
 6
===

Having learned next to nothing on various subjects, including where on
Earth this town was located, when it was founded, Master's real name,
and so forth, Mistress's maid and I returned to the castle all the
less willing to attempt any new friendships, and all the more enamored
with each other. We lugged our full bins of groceries into the kitchen
and found Master and Mistress already waiting for us with a
ridiculously complicated recipe.

"I expect you two have learned to cook everything on this list," said
Mistress. "The town will judge the both of you based on the results.
Don't cock it up."

"Yes, Mistress!" we said to her.

We were slicing tomatoes and carrots for roughly 200 people, and
stirring restaurant-sized pots we could barely hold. It was dull, and
repetitious, and unrewarding. Yet somehow, I was eager to work. I
guess there was the fact that I had finished training. But at the same
time, it was Mistress's maid whom I kept glancing at in the middle of
my work, and frequently we would catch each other's eyes. I needed her
with all my body, and she needed me, and I wouldn't let her down for
all the world. I supposed it was brainwashing, but who cares? I had
learned about something that was far more important than punishment,
or humiliation. I was happy. I was in love.

The maids' bell rang and we entered the noisy dining room. The head
and end of the table had no seats, but the rest of the seats were full
and crammed together with the nobility of our enclosed city. At the
very front sat our masters, and next to them were empty seats. We
brought out the salad, and then Mistress motioned for us to sit down
in the empty seats and give ourselves a serving. Even though the hall
was filled, and some of the landlords were forced to stand and drink
champagne instead of supping, we were given seats directly next to our
Mistress and Master, just as we had always done at breakfast.

For being servants of the town, this wasn't too bad.

The salads were soon eaten. "Gentlemen!" said Master, standing on a
stage at the front of the room. "Thank you all for coming tonight,
although I expect for some of you, the reasons for your coming here
are at cross purposes with my intentions." There was some chuckling.
"This ceremony is meant to dignify the positions of your only two
employees, who are prepared to do difficult work for the city under
the care of the Governess and I."

"Maids, get up and introduce yourselves," said Mistress.

It seemed like a stupidly simple task for all this to be leading up
to, but we left our seats and walked up on the stage. "I am called
maid," I said to the audience.

"I am called maid," said Mistress's maid, ad-libbing a speech. "We
have been trained to be maids, and nothing more. We are happy to work
for the governor and governess." She curtseyed a little.

Almost immediately, someone from town yelled: "Give us the
demonstration, guv'nor!"

The cry went up: "Give us the demo!" This seemed to have been what
everyone was waiting for.

Master got up the stairs and on stage. "They make me do this every
time," he grumbled to us. Then: "Maids," he said in a booming,
commanding voice, "drop your panties and fuck."

Well, between this and another month of "training," there was no
contest! I unabashedly pulled down my panties and drew her next to me.
She tried to look serious, but she was smiling as she pulled me down,
and flung her own panties to the side.

The room went utterly silent. Limp, I entered into her; her insides
felt warm and soft. I stroked her hair, then kissed her gently on the
cheek. Then, all of a sudden, the crowd went wild, as if they had
never seen two teenagers fucking each other in public before.

"Three cheers for the new maids!" yelled someone. "Hip! Hip! Hooray!"

Cheers went out. She moved my hands to her breasts, and I clumsily
started to fondle them. Then she pressed my hands in and showed me how
to massage her breasts properly. I wasn't a fan of being ordered on
top of someone else, but I could certainly get used to sex with
Mistress's maid. And it felt good somehow, being cheered on.

Now the people started to applaud. "Maids, put your panties on and sit
at the table," said Master. We reluctantly obeyed.

"You won't be playing much like that in public anymore," cautioned
Mistress. "They always want their proof that we've trained you
properly. From now on, you won't be getting quite so much attention,
and no praise. We're going to give you large jobs at the start of the
day, and we'll expect you to complete them in time to make dinner."

"Yes, Mistress," maid and I intoned.

"Don't frighten them just yet," said Master. "Maids, go and get the
soup."

Eventually we scooped up the dessert dishes and everyone filed out to
leave. Some of the landlords went so far as to shake my hand, saying
things like "nice show," or "listen to the Governor and you'll come
out all right." Mistress took her maid into the kitchen, and I started
to follow, but Master stopped me.

"Hold up, maid." He straightened my headpiece and lowered his voice to
a near whisper. "The other maid is barren. She won't get pregnant." He
looked at me significantly.

While I was trying to figure out the implications of this he dragged
me into the kitchen, where a colossal stack of pots and dishes sat in
one of the sinks. Without a word, Master and Mistress promptly left.
Maid looked at me with a dejected grin, and I pulled up my sleeves and
got to work.

Three long hours later, Master took us to the second floor of the
castle for the first time, and showed us to a room with big windows
and a bed. It was an actual bed with a frame and posts.

"You can take off your clothes if you want," he said. "There's a
bathroom in there. Tomorrow I am not going to wake you up. You will be
up with the sun, understood?"

"Yes, Master!"

"Good." He closed the door without any pretenses. Maid and I
immediately threw our clothes off. We had been wearing them for
probably a week or two.

"Come on," she beckoned, hopping into the bed.

"I'm exhausted," I said.

"Me too. I meant get in here and sleep."

I joined her and slid the sheets over me. "Goodnight, maid," I said,
lying back.

"Goodnight, maid. Do you really want me to call you that?"

"I dunno," I said. "I kind of like it."

She smiled. "I love you, maid."

"I love you, maid."

She turned towards me and we kissed. I grabbed her and the kiss became
tonguing. She wrapped her arms around my back-- suddenly she wasn't so
tired anymore. I felt my dick start to rise under the sheet. She
slipped the covers off of her and I fondled her breasts again, more
forcefully than last time. I licked around her nipples until they were
hard, and I felt a wetness spread to her thighs. I moved my tongue
down slowly, taking in her warmth. Finally I reached her clit and
circled in, until finally she grabbed my long hair and made me rub her
where she wanted it.

I caught on, and she gasped. "Oh, maid." She moved her legs in and
out. "Maid--maid!! Ahh!"

I sat up, holding her legs, and slid myself in, and she slid her hand
down and stroked herself. This felt far better than our sex in public.
I moved in and out, slowly. "Ahh. Ah, God. Maid." At the sound of her
name she moaned back. I continued slowly, careful not to come too
soon, and her stroking became more violent.

"Maid!" she yelled.

"Maid!" I panted back.

Her hand slowed down and I could tell she was coming. I pumped faster,
fiercely, past the point of no return, and gasped-- "Maid, I'm-- I'm
going to come!"

Then she did something unexpected-- she grabbed me around the neck and
pulled me to her head. I came, and as I unloaded myself inside of her,
we rocked back and forth in one long kiss.

I pulled the sheets up-- we hadn't made a mess at all. "Good work,
maid," she whispered.

And we slept together, hand in hand, looking forward to whatever
awaited us tomorrow.

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