Training the new maid.

Hey, this is my very first adult, or as I like to call it, porno fic. Could you guys please REVIEW!!!! Three hundred hits and not a single review!!! Sobs!!!!

I'm running with the idea of the Twins as bored elegent sort of Victorianesque rakes. Dangerous Liasons influeneces with a bit of De Sade. From what I've read bdsm/control games seemed to be pretty darn popular with that crowd, still are I think.

Anyway, as Dr. Evil might say, if he were penning this, WOULD YOU TOSS ME A FRIGGIN BONE HERE AND REVIEW!!!!

I own nothing in the Matrix.

Disclaimer--I do not own the rights to any of these characters. I own nothing in the Matrix universe and make no money off this. It is purely for my own amusement and the amusement, hopefully, of others.


The new maid was a pleasure to watch. Two remembered how uncomfortable the girl had been with her uniform at first. But after a few weeks, since everyone treated the outfit as normal, the girl was mostly used to it. In fact, she was mostly used to the château and seemed to have made the mistake of thinking she was safe here and that her employers were “nice people.” Humans were so naïve. A few requests that everyone behave human for a few weeks and the girl, convinced by some “friendly” compliments and an excellent salary, felt at home.

The girl wore a skin tight French Maid’s uniform. The skirt was patent leather and just long enough to barely cover her ass until she bent over. Maids do a lot of bending; it was fun to watch the girl try to be modest. She actually wore white cotton panties; Two thought it was a joke at first until he talked to the girl. Her naiveté was deliciously astounding.

Her shoes were six-inch black patent stiletto heels with an ankle strap. They gave the girl an unsteady gait that made her ass shake as she walked. They forced the girl to thrust out her chest and ass in order to balance. Two always made sure the girl did a lot of walking as she cleaned their suite of rooms. Her top had a black vinyl bustier with a cinch waist corset built in. It looked great on the curvy girl. The strings from the tightly cinched waist trailed down the girl’s back and dangled over her high round ass. The apron was ridiculously ruffled pearly white semi-sheer latex. The girl had shoulder length platinum blonde hair, big blue eyes, a full mouth and simply enormous breasts. She looked like a young, innocent character in a hentai anime. Two was looking forward to starting this one’s education.

She had just turned eighteen a few months before she was hired, some young innocent Iowa girl just off to college. Two remembered the interview with amusement, the girl was so eager to please, kept saying how glad she was to have such a good paying job in such a “pretty house.” They had researched her background to make sure she was suitable for the games they wanted to play--and she was perfect.

Rural, religious and repressed could best describe her family background. Impossible as it was to conceive, she was not only a virgin, but had never had a boyfriend until she left home a few months ago. They had her watched in her off time to ensure that no one interfered with their plans—the boyfriend she’d picked was as repressed as her. Unlikely to spoil their fun, but one could never be too sure. They’d disposed of him and then another human in her apartment building who seemed a threat. When they finished with her she could sleep with whomever she wished, but they would be first.

“Naomi, please be sure to dust the undersides of the tables as well.” Two watched her bend down and begin to dust, her plump ass straining against the vinyl. Perhaps they would start her training tonight? Her smirked as he imagined her reaction to he and One’s attentions. It was impossible to predict her reaction, which was part of the reason they enjoyed this game.

Sometimes the female became annoyingly attached, sometimes (and this was best) they hated it the whole time, even when orgasming repeatedly, even though they begged for it. The sense of power and control this gave the twins was considerable. The feeling of control over another was as pleasurable as the sex. Mostly they joined the crowd of jaded women circulating among the Merovingian’s many clubs.

And they were amply, amply compensated. They would never need to work again and could lead the life of the foolish rich. That provided some additional amusement since their former lovers were unprepared for the glittering decadence of that lifestyle. A few had matured into formidable enemies. That pleased the twins—anything to stave off boredom. Any challenge, any risk—the years stretched on into the same thing over and over.

Ah, One was home. Two could sense that his brother was also ready to begin her training as well. Tonight then. First they would watch her clean and through a stream of constant small criticisms drive her to frustrated tears. Then they would apologize and ask to make it up to her, they were so sorry. Yes, the evening would be amusing.

One walked into the living area of their suite of rooms, scanned his brother’s mind and began to criticize the maid’s performance.

“You missed a spot here.” He coldly pointed to an invisible spot on the gray marble flooring. The girl walked over and looked but obviously could not find the spot.

“Can’t you see it? Two, we really must hire some adequate help.” One sighed and indicated a nonexistent spot with the tip of his boot. “Here, right here. Clean here.”

They paid her very very well, well enough that so far she had been willing to put up with their eccentricities. Humans would endure a great deal of degradation for money in their experience.

“No, not like that. You know the rules. Hands and knees for the floors.” One snapped coldly as the girl bent down to clean.

“Clean the entire floor again, by hand this time. I’m sure you’ve missed others in your incompetence.”

Two watched the girls lips begin to tremble, her head bowed. He could fuck her right now. A little more waiting would only make it sweeter.

“Yes, fetch the bucket and cloth. We want to see our faces in the floor.” Two added, then continued. “We are sorry One, we have not been watching her closely. It is hard to imagine how such a simple task could be done so poorly.”
Even more trembling, the tears should start soon. Delicious. One sat down next to Two and both watched the girl clean the marble floor. After an hour of snide suggestions and degrading comments the girl threw down her cloth and burst into tears.

One walked over and towered over her. “Stand up,” he said shortly. She just sat on the floor and ignored him.

He kneeled down next to her and said “You deserve to be punished,” then took her hand and helped her stand up. She looked overwhelmed, confused, and then alarmed as One led her into the library and placed first one hand and then the other on the big oak desk.

“Bend over if you wish to keep your job,” he whispered. They both knew she desperately needed the money for college. Two settled into a leather chair, crossed his legs and waited to see what she would do. After a minute, she grasped the edge of the desk and bent over. The vinyl skirt rode up on her ass and he could see her white cotton panties.

One slipped his belt off and doubled it. Smacked the leather belt across her backside once, then waited to see her reaction. Two noticed her bite her lip against the pain and watched to see if she would try to get away. She simply stood there tensed against the next blow. One reared back and hit her across the backs of her thighs. An angry red weal appeared as she whimpered in pain.

“Do you need more punishment or will you be able to fulfill your duties?” One hissed.

“I will do as you say, sir.” Her voice trembled.

“We think you need more to remind you of your place.” One laid the belt on the desk and began to push the skirt up. “A real spanking is what you need.” The vinyl skirt was up around her waist now.

“I, I will..” The girl stammered clearly at a loss to know how to deal with the actions of One. Amused, Two watched as she attempted to escape.

“You need this job?” One asked.

“Yes.” The girl said softly.

“Then learn to obey.” One grasped both sides of her cotton underpants and ripped them off leaving red marks from where the fabric was reluctant to tear. Gasping, the girl grasped the edge of the desk and looked terrified, then pained as One began to spank her with his open hand first one cheek and then the other until both were and bright flaming red.

One paused and snarled, “Stop crying.” Two listened as the girl attempted to stifle her sobs to no avail. “We will stop when you stop crying. Your tears annoy us.” One reached for the belt, gave her a few more smacks then checked again.

Somehow she had managed to stop crying.

“Excellent. You can learn. Now clean the floor again starting with the stains you left with your repulsive tears.”

One stepped back from the desk and looped his belt back around and buckled it. After a minute, the girl stood up. As she reached to pull down her skirt, One grabbed her hand, “Leave it. That will be part of your punishment as you clean the floor. We wish to see our handiwork.”

At first she opened her mouth to reply, then simply hung her head, walked back into the living area and bent down to clean. The redness from the spanking diminished as she cleaned, but the welts from the belt swelled and stood out against the skin. One had cut her on the last smack and together they watched as the slight line of blood dried. Her ass would hurt for days.

After she cleaned the floor, they let her leave. One helped her into her coat and leaned over to whisper “Good work. We hope to see you tomorrow.” She nodded and left.

“We may have to fetch her Two.”

“Perhaps. Let us wait and see.”

Surprisingly she was back the next day. The Merovingian had work for them, so they would not be able to continue her training for a couple of days. But before they departed, they gave her conflicting instructions on what to do and how to do it so they could be assured that she would make a punishable mistake.

One told her to clean the floors with a polishing wax. Two complained that the floors were too slippery and instructed her to strip them down to bare stone. One told her to bleach the bathrooms; he wanted to smell the bleach as he entered the suite. Two told her to remove the smell of bleach; he couldn’t abide the smell of it. When she asked for clarification, both snapped at her and questioned her intelligence, surely she could comprehend such simple instructions?

Right before they left, One sauntered over to her and said softly, “We are certain you will do well. Be assured we are pleased to train you to our specific requirements.” She shivered as he emphasized pleased.