Melissa's Gauntlet, Trial 3: Super Maid Service (Patreon)

Commissioned by 10K

Brian’s phone buzzed. He’d received an email.

“Congratulations on winning maid service! Your delivery has arrived!”

Followed by a picture of a silver-haired beauty dressed in a maid outfit that hugged all of her well-sculpted feminine curves. Of course, Brian had seen the whole fantasy maid service outfit before, but this was taking the titillation to a whole new level. This was more like a stripper maid’s outfit!

Even her silver-gray hair fit the color scheme of a French maid, dressed in full black and white. But she wasn’t old or anything like that. Nothing of the sort. Her hair was lush and full, thick, vibrant, and shiny, resting at her shoulders.

Her gorgeous heart-shaped face featured a pair of glowing, icy blue eyes. She’d obviously taken a selfie and attached it to the email, judging from the angle. It was obviously a play on one of those package delivery services who snapped a picture of some brown box in whatever location they had carelessly dumped it.

Well, if she’d taken the selfie, she obviously planned for it to be from a high angle pointing downward, revealing a more than impressive expanse of perfectly even, lightly tanned cleavage. Brian couldn’t decide which was harder to stop staring at: her soul-piercing eyes or those bountiful bosoms.

When he did manage to look at more than just 50% of the picture in frame, he found that her skintight maid outfit looked so painted on that it even revealed her marvelous, rock hard abs! How hard was she flexing to achieve that effect?

First of all, he couldn’t believe that winning this so-called maid service wasn’t a scam. And then for them to pull a prank like this, with a woman like this...

No way.

He wasn’t sure if he should open the door, but the decision was made for him. A loud rattle, and then what sounded like wood snapping, and the statuesque woman walked into his living room where he’d been sitting at the couch, drooling over her body.

“Hello, Master. I am your maid, Pia. Congratulations for winning maid service,” she bowed deeply.

That body! And her movements! What had she done to his door? And then, after creating all that rubble with apparently just her brute force, the way she’d strutted in with all the confidence in the world, her upper body poised while she languidly placed one long, stocking-clad leg in front of the other, so smooth and so mesmerizing... Brian felt as if he could just spend his entire day watching Pia walk.

She bent back up at the waist and brought both of her hands together and rested them on her cheek, tilting her head and striking a pose.

“Well, Master? What can I do for you?” The way she carried herself, the way she spoke... how could she be his maid? She was far too well-mannered and elegant!

Brian suddenly felt extremely self conscious about the state of his small, one bedroom apartment, his mess of litter and advertisements on his coffee table, and the torn shorts and stained t-shirt he was wearing... all compared to this towering beauty who had called him her Master!

“Ah, um, hello Pia. My name is Brian,” he tried his best to duplicate her manners.

She smiled at his obvious attempt to put on airs and graciously took his extended hand.

Brian gasped as their hands clasped. Her skin was so smooth, her touch electric, and underneath her wanton sexuality, she felt so very, very strong.

“As you can see, it’s a bit of a mess in here,” Brian made a face and scratched his hair.

“I am sorry about the door, Master. I will clean it up.”

“How did you do that anyway?”

“I am very strong,” her manners cracked for a tiny moment as she smirked at him with a slightly smug air.

“That... must come in handy,” Brian stated, not realizing the true depths of her power. If they got along well, he would have to tease and test her on that...

“I will fix it right away, Master. Forgive me for making a mess before we were even introduced.” She bowed once more.

“You can do that? I figured I’d just call the landlord. We can blame thieves or something. There’s so many of them here.”

“I can do basically anything you wish, Master.”

“Huh.” He tried not to make the obvious lewd remarks.

If Pia approved or was disappointed, she didn’t show it. She had her first official task to perform.

Pia turned around, giving Brian a wonderful view of the elegant lines of her slim waist and arched back. Her thighs were lean, yet packed full of delicate feminine muscle. And her ass... the way it popped in that maid’s miniskirt. Brian didn’t even know that was possible.

He wasn’t even watching Pia work as she waved her hand over the debris littering the floor. All of the pieces glowed and rose into the air. She deposited them into the pocket of her apron where they disappeared, never to be found again. Then, she reached into that same apron and pulled out a new slab of wood, some glue, and some wickedly long nails.

Brian had finally gathered himself and walked over to watch her work. And what he saw absolutely floored him.

Pia carved off the ruined piece of wood with her index finger’s fingernail. Her fingernail! And she made it look effortless too, as if she were tracing a line in the air. But sure enough, defying all belief, she removed the damaged bits neatly and cleanly as if she’d cut it with precision woodworking instruments.

Taking out a stick of hard wood glue that was supposed to be heated up in a gun, she placed the whole thing on a fresh block of wood. Her icy blue piercing eyes glowed, and a thin, well-controlled laser beam focused onto the adhesive. It sizzled before melting into a thick, even layer, smoking hot from just Pia’s angry glance!

And then she smeared it along the block with that naked finger, the scorching heat not bothering her at all.

Attaching it back into the door, she puckered her lips. Brian just looked on, awestruck. Was she going to kiss it? What good would that do?

The answer became clear. Or translucently blue. Or whatever. Pia just blew gently, and the whole thing hardened from her icy breath. It was so cold, he could feel the temperate drop a few degrees! And he wasn’t even near the path of her kiss!

Easily hefting the entire door off the ground, Pia tilted it upwards and placed it back in the frame. Spinning those nails in her fingers, she simply pressed them into the wood and pushed it in with thumb until it was flush.

“There you go, Master. Good as new.” She demonstrated by opening and closing the door.

“H-how did you...” Brian was flabbergasted.

“I told you I could do almost anything,” she replied coolly.

“I... I appreciate it. Um, would you mind doing some tidying up for me? Everything on the coffee table can go, for example. If you have any questions, just ask me. Is... is that okay?”

“Of course it is okay. You are my Master, and I am your maid.”

Before he could comment awkwardly on the dynamics of their relationship, Pia had turned into a black and white streak. The wind whipped around him violently as he watched piles of rubbish seemingly vanish as the streak popped in and out of his apartment. When it came back, it went over every inch of the house, leaving only pristine walls, floors, countertops, everything. It was like watching someone run a large paintbrush over his abode, except everywhere it touched, it left only sparkling cleanliness.

Pia reappeared before him and bowed deeply.

“Master, I am done tidying the house,” she proclaimed.

“H-h-h-how did you...”

“Super speed,” she explained with another crack in her mask, revealing her pride.

Brian had just been watching, and now he, not her who had done all the work, was short of breath!

“I, uh, I thought... that one would take you a while to do. I’m not sure what other requests I have. Heh heh, heh heh heh...” he chuckled nervously. “Um, sorry about the mess too,” he added lamely.

“It is not a problem, Master. It was no trouble at all.”

“Yeah, clearly...”

“Would you like me to make you a meal? I am a frightfully good cook, if I do say so myself.”

“Ah, maybe later. I was wondering... you said you were strong, right?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I bet you couldn’t lift a whole continent though, could you?”

After all of the unbelievable things Brian had seen, he wondered just what PIa’s limits were.

Pia didn’t answer. Instead, she spun on her cute platform heels and strutted out of the door.

“W-wait! Pia!” Oh shit! The best thing ever had just walked into his life, and he’d offended her!

Suddenly, the earth began to rumble. Brian’s new pristine apartment began to break apart as the earth was rent asunder. Large, jagged cracks ran through his entire house before a chasm opened up beneath him, threatening to swallow him up whole.

Brian screamed as he fell, but suddenly his descent slowed until it felt like he was floating downward gracefully on a bed of feathers. And at the bottom of that chasm stood Pia, lifting a mind-bogglingly enormous land mass. With one hand. While energies orbited her other beautiful hand, seemingly controlling Brian’s flight.

“North America, Master,” Pia broke her character now and positively giggled. She pressed a huge portion of Earth up and down, moving her arm and showing no signs of strain at all.

“Wow...” Brian whispered breathlessly.

“Master, forgive my brazenness, but may I ask you something?” Pia took the lead.

“Oh, um... of course. What is it?”

“You have had an erection ever since I walked into your life. Would you like me to take care of that?”

“W-w-w-w-what do you mean?!” Brian panicked, embarrassed that the arousal he thought he was hiding so cleverly had been so easily detected.

“One thing I learned in super maid training was that it is better to ask for forgiveness than permission. So if you’ll excuse me...”

Pia brought her free hand to her lips, puckered up, slowly kissed the tips of her beautiful, perfectly manicured fingers, and lowered them to point at Brian.

And then she blew.

Brian was suddenly engulfed in a sweet perfumed wind that fanned the flames of his arousal past the breaking point immediately. He stared at Pia, aghast that he was soaking his shorts in front of his new maid on her very first day.

“Master, do you like it?” she asked.

“Can’t... stop... hnnnnnng!” he gasped, inhaling more of her sweet perfume.

“You asked about my strength. Do you like it?” She pressed the continent up and down a few more times before waving her arm about, breaking off Canada under the unbearable strain.

“So... sexy!” He groaned as he continued to orgasm productively.

“Thank you, Master!” Pia smiled. She blew him another kiss that caused him to buck violently until he was rendered unconscious.

While he was sleeping, she took the opportunity to cradle him in her arms and push his hair back into place. She couldn’t wait to be openly intimate with her Master... if he would allow it.