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Leila walked down the ornate halls of the Wissleton estate, her breasts spilling out from the top hem of her uniform daring to expose her nipples. She wanted to fix her top but the two trays of cocktails and whiskey glasses prevented her from doing so. She’d just have to hope they wouldn’t bounce free. She approached the large oak door to the study, hearing the incoherent argument between her Master and his guests as she used her hip to gently push the door open.

“For the last damned time Richard, your claims are preposterous!” Her master, Frederick Wissleton, sat leaning forward in his armchair wildly waving a newspaper at Richard and his wife. Seeing his maid enter the study, carrying the drinks he ordered her to grab for them pulled his attention away from his two guests. “Ah, there’s the drinks!” He snatched a glass of whiskey from the tray as Leila walked by. “Thank you my dear Leila, please stay and enjoy a drink with us.”

“Sure thing, Master.” Even though she didn’t want to have a drink with the old kook, she knew better than to fight against her body as it began moving on its own. She sat both of the trays down onto the studies coffee table and watched as her hand reached for a cocktail before she retreated to one of the studies corners.

“You let your maid drink, let alone in the presence of your guests?” Richard picked up a whiskey and a cocktail, handing the cocktail to his wife.

“She may do as she pleases. She works hard enough.” Frederick waved his hand dismissively towards Mr. Patrow and took a sip of his drink.

Like hell she could do as she pleases! She would have retorted if her body didn’t betray her and force her to take a long drink of her cocktail. It wasn’t like Master didn’t care if his guests saw her being so leisurely he just didn’t care about THESE guests. Plus, the only reason she was still in the room was because Master still needed her.

Richard stared at Leila taking in the image of a crudely dressed maid with an unholy amount of cleavage on display drinking while on the job. “Whatever,” he spat out and turned back towards Frederick, “I don’t believe that you’re just a ‘lucky old man’ who’s competition has been slowly getting wiped out. I think you’re responsible!”

“And as I said,” Frederick rose from his seat and got into Mr. Patrow’s face, “you’re being ridiculous. You think an old man like me is causing people to just up and vanish?” He took another sip of his whiskey and set it back down onto a tray, only half dranken.

“Now men,” Mrs. Patrow gently pulled her husband away from Frederick, “there’s no need to get-” Richard grabbed Linda’s hand and moved it away from him.

“No, I do believe you’ve been sacking your competitors! Look ‘Mr. Wissleton’ I inquired about you with some good friends of mine and you know what they found? There’s no record of you existing! It’s like you’re a ghost!” Richard was no longer just shouting at Frederick, he was screaming. “The last man on this earth who had the name Frederick Wissleton was born over two centuries ago!” He slammed his empty glass of whiskey down onto the tray right next to Frederick’s.

“My, my Mr. Patrow.” Frederick chuckled. Leila watched from the corners knowing what to expect as she’s seen this a dozen times before. “A ghost? That’s ridiculous, of course not. But a warlock, one who’s been working on a ritual for nearly two centuries, that would’ve been a better guess.” A black flame snaked its way up Mr. Wissleton’s bathrobe, the flames replacing it with a hooded robe, black and red, decorated with ichor like gold. His eyes, blue and senile, were replaced with purple serpentine eyes in a mere blink. Two obsidian horns, no longer obscured by dark illusion magic, shimmered to life from his temples.

Leila watched as Richard grabbed his wife by the wrist and attempted to dash but it was too late. Black lightning crackled from Fredericks fingertips, striking them in the back. They fell to their knees, faces held to the sky as white light glowed from deep within their mouths. Their bodies decayed, skin becoming loose as muscle and flesh rotted until lifeless skin rested atop their bones. Two blue orbs, their souls as Leila had been told, escaped from the husks which crumbled to dust.

Unable to move her own body, Leila watched, sipping on her damned cocktail as the orbs drifted closer to her as one entered each of her teats sending energy crashing through her body. “Gah~!” Leila dropped her cocktail and fell to her knees as the souls were crammed into her supple bosom along with the ones before.She readied herself for what was to come but the sensation was too much, with new energy within them her breasts began to gurgle and shake as the souls were consumed, trying to fight against their fate. Her already tight uniform slowly crushed her chest as her breasts grew larger and larger. Leila’s breath became labored as her uniform now constricted her ability to breath, her chest given no room to bring in breath until- POP Her nipples, caught on the hem of her maid dress slipped free from their cloth prison, sending her breasts bouncing up into the air. “Oh god!~” An orgasm wracked havoc amongst her body as her back suddenly arched, sending her tumbling backwards onto the ground as her legs spasmed and kicked one of the nearby bookshelves.

“Leila,” Frederick’s true and terrifying voice boomed at her, “Get up!” Despite being weak from her recent and intense orgasm, Leila felt her body lift itself off the ground and onto her shaky legs. “Come here my dear.” Leila’s legs screamed as her sore muscles forcibly began contracting and releasing themselves until she stopped in front of her Master.

“Are these the last ones?” Leila spoke between panted breaths.

“Not yet, child. We’re hosting a party within the ballroom next month. There we will be done!” He clasped his hands together as a shimmer of magic changed his appearance back to his old, senile self. “Now clean up the mess you made and after you’ve made dinner fix your uniform!” He grabbed two glasses of whiskey and made his way out of the study.

Without the energy to move on her own, her body puppeted itself over to the mess she had made, leaning over to clean the cocktail from the hardwood floor. Her breasts, no longer within her maid uniform, dangled freely, swaying underneath her as she vigorously rubbed the floor. “Nngh!~” Her swollen nipples brushed against the floor, her body ignoring her internal pleas to stop for just a moment. “Fuck~ hah~” This would definitely be the last time she signed a contract without reading it but, to be fair, how was she supposed to know the contract she signed was magically binding.