Training the new maid.

I do not own any Matrix characters etc. All belong to the Wachowski bros and Warner.

A/N And time the twins’ dialogue appears between ** ** they are thinking to each other. IT IS NOT AUDIBLE TO ANYONE ELSE!!! ok. Whew. Just wanted to be clear.

As requested, she knocked exactly three times on the heavily decorated bronze double doors to the twins’ quarters. Often, they left her waiting for upwards to an hour so she spent her time studying the doors. Everything they did was so orchestrated, so meticulously planned that this seemingly incongruous pair of doors could not be an accident. The decor of their suite combined the sensibilities of Art Deco and Modernism, the style probably closest to Art Deco but the colors tending towards the harsh banality of Modernism, sort of like Frank Lloyd Wright in mostly black and white. Completely unlike the rest of the château, which in her opinion was kind of tacky.

But the doors did not match the French décor either. She’d taken pictures of them while they were gone and began to study them in her off time. They was straight out of the middle ages, very similar to the doors of Bishop Bernhard, though a mere eight feet tall as opposed to Bernhard’s sixteen footers. Bernhard’s were designed to tell the story of Man’s fall, then redemption, which was why she decided the twins’ must have been designed to tell a story of some kind too, though what she hadn’t yet figured out.

There were four panels on each door. She’d spent most of her time on the first panel, which seemed to show two figures being cast from heaven, a sort of retelling of the fall of Satan perhaps? It was very interesting.

One opened the right hand door and sneered to find her staring somewhat vacuously at the other door.

“Do you wish to work, or merely stare at the door all afternoon?”

She dropped her head and strutted into their rooms obediently. One watched her for a minute, then slammed the door shut and stalked in after her his boots clicking on the marble floors. Two was, as usual sitting on the couch. Next to him sat a series of packages. Beginning to walk toward the utility room, Naomi heard Two coldly tell her, “Stop, we have a new uniform for you to wear, and a gift.”

She turned and stared at him dully for a second, then walked back to the couch and stood waiting with her hands crossed in front of her.

“Do we have to open them as well as purchase them?” One said and gave her a little push towards the couch, “Sit down, open them, they are all for you.” Two slid down the couch just barely enough for her to sit down between him and the pile of presents. So that was how it was going to go from here on out, they weren’t going to be content with watching her anymore?

Slowly she sat down and lifted the first present onto her lap. Start with the biggest and work down in size, there was no way to predict what might be in these packages, probably something awful or wonderful, but certainly nothing boring. She undid the bow and began to remove the paper as One stood in front of the couch tapping the tip of his boot in impatience. That struck her as funny, so perversely she slowed down even more until finally he leaned in, grabbed her chin, jerked her head up to look her in the eyes and said “Open them now.” She blinked a few times, her blue eyes reflected in his sunglasses, then mumbled, “Yes, sir,” and sped up a bit.

The first box contained a pair of red vinyl boots with five-inch stiletto heels and laced up the back. There was still an awful lot of lace left over and she wondered what that was for. One was eying her so she quickly moved onto the next box. It held a pair of red vinyl short shorts that fully lived up to their name. This must be the uniform, since there was a theme beginning. The next box contained a red vinyl corset. Yes, a definite and disturbing pattern.

Three small boxes remained. In the first was a pair of the skimpiest panties she had personally ever seen. Diaphanous black silk worked with red silk thread in a pattern of tiny cherries. Two leaned over and stroked her neck, she had almost forgotten he was there and started when he touched her. “We selected that particular design just for you,” he whispered into her ear.

So basically the whole outfit was like a big red cherry. The symbolism was not lost on her, she’d had access to the Internet even at the church school she went to and one of the benefits of everyone thinking you’re a “good girl” was that no one checked to see what you were reading. So she knew exactly what they were saying, “virgin,” loud and clear. They were making fun of her, like that was new.

When she unwrapped the next box, she couldn’t help but gasp. The earrings were exquisitely simple—a pair of diamond drops set in platinum. Two was still stroking her neck, but paused to run his finger along the edge of her ear and say “Give them to us, we will put them on you.” She handed him the earrings, then picked up the last package. One sat down where the packages had been, crossed his arms and watched her, his face devoid of any expression.

Of course, a necklace to match. One reached over and caught her gold cross on the tip of his finger, disdain evident in his expression, “Would you prefer our necklace to this one?”

“No, sir, but I will wear it if you wish,” she replied.

“We wish.” He roughly snapped the chain and flung the cross against the door so hard the tiny thing actually embedded in the wood.

“We wish you to wear all of this.” One said softly, “We wish to dress you in it.”

“But nothing more,” Two added, “and we will pay you well for the privilege.”

“How well?” She stammered out.

“Must we set a price? Have we not been generous?” One said aggrievedly, then sighed.

Naomi waited to see what they would say while deciding if this was something she truly ought to do. She wanted to do it, could feel the want for them like an ache. But they said nothing, so finally she made a decision.

“Would you like to remove the current garments as well, sir?” She turned to One and asked. It was the first time she had voluntarily looked him in the eye.

He stroked her face and said, “Yes, very much.”

“Then you and your brother will allow me to remove your glasses. I wish to see your eyes.”

She watched his expression; that had surprised him. Now he would pretend to be irritated if he was following his usual pattern.

“We do not make deals with half-wits. If you are unable to comprehend that you are receiving the better end of this bargain, I am sure we can procure for ourselves another maid.”

Now it was time for her to cry, but that would be boringly predictable. She decided to see what would happen if she simply tried to leave. Right before she got to the door, One pushed her against it and held her hands behind her back.

“Do not play games with us that you are not prepared for,” he hissed in her ear. “we will win.”

Heart hammering in terror and desire, she hung her head and said simply, “Yes, sir.”

“You need to be punished, don’t you?” She felt him release her hands to slide his hands down to squeeze her ass.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

“First we will undress you, then we will punish you, then we will dress you in your new uniform.” He growled into her ear.

“Turn around, face us.” As she turned around, he forced her to look up into his eyes--they were a dark blue-gray, like the ocean on an overcast day. Two’s sunglasses were gone as well. Somehow, it made the moment more intimate, more frightening, more personal.