[Filth, Mind Break, Futanari, Brainwashing, Corruption]
Today was the day. There were going to be no distractions to pull her away from the task at hand. The task that literally none of the commoners that she had tried to hire managed to solve. The task that had been hovering over her ever since she had begun to live all on her own. Who could've predicted that leaving your laundry to slowly build up until it nearly filled an entire room the size of a foyer would be a bad thing?
Madeline, the young and proud owner of this esteemed manor, and one of the richest girls in the whole wide world, scoffed as she strolled through the halls with her heels audibly clicking against the carpet-covered floor. She didn't want to do this. But considering all of her former staff turned into obedient maids were busy just staring at her and letting her presence overwhelm them until they were on the verge of collapsing and just masturbating until they couldn't handle themselves... This was something she had to do.
Because everyone else was damn near useless and if she didn't get this done her staff would never recover. And yes, while she did appreciate the excess amount of worship that they all gave her, to the point where her wide bottom was practically covered in lipstick from all her maids showering it with their love and affection, she still needed them to be useful. Even if they didn't take any form of payment beside a bit of intimate contact, they took up precious space inside the manor. Space that could be used on much better things if they weren't all busy being worshippers.
"Mistress Madeline!" The latest in a long line of completely obsessed maids was the young man Edward, who was standing dutifully next to the doors leading to the laundry room. All while he continued to wear one of his mistress' frilly set of panties, which had been neatly tied in the back to make sure that it stuck to his face because of how huge they were. The texture and the faint scent of her ego that still lingered in them were enough to keep him awake at all times, so he could serve her whenever she needed him. Even if most of that servitude went towards worshipping her in any way that he could imagine.
Madeline just sighed a bit as she looked at him, crossing her arms and squeezing into her elbows. "Edward. Those panties look older than the last pair you put on. Did you actually go in and try to clean up the pile, like I asked you to, or did you sneak in and steal another maid's pair?" She asked the important questions. Even if they were horrendously perverse...
"Oh, no! I didn't go inside, honest!" Edward cried out, his body trembling as he felt the stinky stockings underneath his skirt tightening around his crotch. "Your latest butler tried, but he ended up swallowed by the sheer brilliance left behind inside your old clothes, Mistress! This pair of panties managed to get tossed out before he completely disappeared. I'm not sure if he got swallowed for real, but either way I envy him! Aahhh, to become a part of the old clothes that you've discarded..." Edward trembled, a little bit of sticky pre pouring down his leg. He didn't even try to hide it...
The Mistress just shook her head in disgust. She couldn't even remember hiring another butler, but it was clear that the commoner had messed it all up just like they always did. Fine. She had to do the deed then. She had to prove that she would be able to clean up her own mess, and from there clean up the whole manor. It was a task that only a true rich noble with pride in her heart could accomplish. Even if she were to put herself at risk of getting buried underneath the waves of clothes, she did not feel fear. Fear was for people who did not feel confidence brimming through every inch of their body!
"Stand aside, Edward. Let your Mistress handle this, so you can obsess over something that isn't my old dirty laundry!" Madeline cried out as she grabbed the door handles leading into the room itself, tossing them open with a surprising show of strength. She wasn't just the Mistress of the manor because she was a pampered little girl. No, she had strength to spare, which was another way that she ended up breaking her staff into completely obedient maids.
Still, all of that strength would come in handy. She knew that a proverbial mountain of filthy clothes had managed to build up inside that room. So if she wanted to get them all washed and get them freed from the back of her mind, she needed the strength. Otherwise... Otherwise...
Madeline's eyes widened as the doors opened. Because she was staring straight into the mountain of filth. A mountain of socks, panties, stockings, shirts, dresses, anything and everything. It was packed so tightly into the laundry room that she couldn't even see anything except for a wall of all these different clothes. A surprisingly solid and rather intimidating looking wall. If she was to tamper with it, there was no guarantee that she would be able to endure the chaos that would unfold. But if she did not at least attempt it, then she would be stuck with an even bigger problem as the collection just continued to grow! Not only that, but Edward and maids like him would just continue masturbating using her old clothes. The abject disgust she felt at the sight of that would be too much to endure.
She took a deep breath... But even that was too much. Because as soon as the pile felt that there was an absence in the room it bordered against, it started to vibrate. It started to tremble. And before she had a chance to do anything about it, a single sock managed to squeeze loose from the wall that had been made from all the trashed clothes that piled up.
Once this single piece of garment was loosened from its resting place, the rest gave way as well. So much filthy stuff pouring forth with no end in sight. And since she was so close to it all, it crashed down on her without any sense of remorse. Garment after garment streamed straight onto her, knocking her to the floor and quickly pinning her as she had little that she could actually do.
Edward watched as his Mistress was being buried underneath a stream of her own filth. And he trembled in delight, gasping and panting like mad. His hands were wrapped around his stocking-covered cock as he kept stroking it, with more and more of his pre being squeezed out as he pumped it. He loved the sight. Even if his mistress was going through something that only filthy commoners like him should... She was being buried in her own ego! It was an experience that would make her truly understand just how perfect she was. Even if it was terribly smelly, the kind of experience she would hate!
Indeed, Madeline was anything but happy at this development. She could barely move on her own. She was just being dragged along by the flow of garments, most of them wrapping around her and nearly squeezing her into the shape of a cocoon. All while different kinds of smells started to overwhelm her. Thoroughly aged smells that she could easily identify because she knew why many of the garments had been discarded so they could be washed. Smells that she hadn't experienced in years, because she was a much more adventurous girl when she first started to ignore her laundry...
She grimaced as she got slapped in the face with one of the oldest garments she had discarded. A thoroughly dry pair of panties that still had the imprints of her fingertips embedded in them. These were used the first time she tried to masturbate. And she had gone hog wild, the smell of her own juices still soaked into the fabric. In fact, just smelling them was enough to make her a little dizzy, and her thighs tried to squeeze together to stop the sensations building down below...
Another old pair of garments wrapped around her. Her first pair of stockings. She had very nearly torn them from the way that she tried to stretch her legs as far as possible... And she had left an irremovable stain of pure bliss in the middle, because while she was busy trying to do the splits, she accidently brushed her clit up against the floor. One thing led to another, and she ended up cumming from grinding so wildly against the hard floor. It was too good. And she remembered the disgusting way that her servants looked at her back then...
Madeline's expression had gone from disgust to mild lust as one of her training bras passed by her next. There were signs of saliva on the outside. Because while she hadn't been the one to indulge herself in them... She had used her body to entrance and dominate one of her disobedient maids at that point. Pressing her against her bosom and watching until she inhaled too much of her scent to go against her orders. The drool was all that remained of the maid's free will after that, as she had reduced her to little more than a filth-loving worshipper...
Mmmph... T-That's... That's why she tried to get all of these clothes washed. Because they contained her most egotistical and most perverse moments all packed into one. It was all concentrated. Even she, the one who had worn and used them, couldn't resist their pull. Her old behavior was being dragged to the forefront, as she felt her clit trembling and throbbing. She wanted to dominate. She wanted to do terrible things to her maids. She wanted to make sure that they obeyed and worshipped every last bit of her. Her fingers, her arms, her armpits, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, her pussy, her knees, her feet, her lips... Ever little bit of her body was made to be worshipped, as long as it carried the scent of her pure ego...
It didn't matter if the filthy smells brushing past her were natural ones that she was embarrassed about, or the ones that she had induced through her perverse actions. They were everything that she craved. So much so that she didn't try to struggle against the filth or the clothes themselves. No, she became part of the flood. Letting it wash over her as she swam along it, her hands and body brushing against so many different garments...
Right up until she got ahold of the same pair of panties that she had originally ruined. She didn't even hesitate to kiss the fabric and slowly force it onto her face. It was a smaller pair of panties than the ones she usually wore, but that only made the fit extra perfect, as the subtle stickiness still present despite how it had dried out serving to permanently glue it to her face, leaving her mouth and everything else covered. Only her eyes and her hair, now tied into two egotistical twintails, were allowed to be untouched by the grace of her own discarded filth.
She now understood it all. She understood just how perfect she was. She understood that she had all the right in the world to abuse those that gazed upon her. Because they wouldn't be able to endure the pull of her scent. They wouldn't be able to resist her commands, nor would they be able to fight back if she forced herself upon them. She wanted them to cum at her hands? They'd cum the moment she jammed her sticky fingers straight into their eager holes...
Madeline gasped and panted as she reached down towards one of her long stockings, as well as one of her discarded pantyhose. She stuffed the stocking into the pantyhose, and then started to thrust her body against that double-layered surface. If she just had something bigger, something that could enhance how she felt whenever her sensitive clit brushed against something like this... Then she could be even filthier. She could let her ego run even more amock. All for the sake of chasing down the delight of making the biggest and most disgusting mess that somebody like her could ever muster. Something utterly and poetically narcissistic...
And it was because it was this narcissistic and filthy that the filth around her, the concentrated filth of two years, was able to change her on a fundamental level. In what felt like an instant, before the girl had a chance to react to what was going on, she felt a pulse bursting through her. And then her clit erupted into the shape of an enormous shaft that could fill out the sock-pantyhose combo, growing a little more until it was the size of her torso. This way she would never escape her own filth. A cock that would forever provide her with the kind of scent that would drive her to deeper and more egotistical depths...
The panty-masked mistress cried out as she felt the sheer pleasure pouring through her as she stroked along those filthy edges, letting the sock and the pantyhose serve as a sort of condom. The sticky nature of the garment was enough to make her tremble and nearly cum right then and there. But that wasn't what she wanted. No, to cum she needed worship. And the act of being worshipped was what would bring her a climax.
"EDWARD!" Madeline cried out as she rose from the river of filth, now covered in little more than her original set of panties still wrapped around her face like a mask, and the sock-pantyhose combo that was wrapped around her enormous rod. Even her balls, which had grown out after the fact and were kept nice and cozy inside the other half of the pantyhose, disgustingly sticky cum bubbling around inside as it churned audibly. All while she could lay down on her discarded clothes, accepting them as one of her most important assets.
The butler-turned-devoted maid ran over towards his mistress, only to cum a little and leave a stain on the carpet below once he saw her. She now had a cock that was even bigger than his by several magnitudes, but it was kept nice and protected inside her discarded clothes. Just looking at it was enough to make him tremble a bit more and leak more of that much less potent cum onto the floor. He wanted to take it all into his hole... But more importantly, he wanted to do whatever the filthy mistress in front of him wanted him to. It was what he was born to do. To serve somebody as egotistically self-absorbed as her...
He didn't even need to say anything before his Mistress gave him a task. With her cock resting against her torso, she spread her legs and revealed her absolutely dirty hole. That hole that hadn't seen much care. The donut that had been hiding between her cheeks. She wanted him to fuck that hole, and no doubt show her much more worship than he normally did.
Edward understood what his Mistress wanted him to do, as he practically leapt onto her and started to ram his rod deep into her with little care for what he was doing. Not only that, but as he kept ramming it deeper and deeper inside, his eyes rolled into the back of his head repeatedly as he came and came and came again. Straight into that hole, his piddly cum splashing around more and more.
And as he kept cumming straight into his Mistress' hole, he kept jamming his body up against her cock. Stroking it with the full length of his form, making her balls audibly bubble as he was giving her just enough attention to make it all slowly build towards a climax. It felt so good to worship her. It felt so good to help her. It was so intense that he couldn't possibly handle it, because her scent was that fantastic!
Of course Madeline was enjoying it as well. It felt really good to have somebody as worthless as one of her maids give her everything she wanted. And even if he couldn't cum nearly as hard as she could, he could definitely drive her further and further up towards a climax. It certainly helped that she had been getting hornier and hornier as she was stewing inside her own stench and old clothes, to the point where her cock was on the verge of bursting from how much she had been preemptively aroused.
It all came to a head when Edward gave several kisses to that mighty cock. Both Maid and Mistress let out orgasmic cries as they climaxed in tandem, and while Edward's piddly droplets were still not nearly enough for the hole that he was thrusting into, the sheer girth of the cum that poured right out of the Mistress' tip was enough to make the pantyhose-sock combo act more like a proper condom, the thickness of the liquid barely keeping it from dripping out.
As the Maid started to slurp up all that wonderful cum as he suckled on the outside of the combined garment, Madeline licked her lips. It was time to take things to the next level... Or rather, to make the world understand what true filth was, just like she did...
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"Hm? Edward doesn't usually send gifts. Maybe he's finally made it big."
Elsewhere in the city, at the corrupted maid's family's home, his dearest Mother was busy checking the mail. And she noticed that she had received a letter from her sweet little boy. The boy that had tried to break away and strike out on his own, but even though he had tried to abandon them he was still her little boy.
As she opened it, a foul stench of pure pleasure started to waft out... And she couldn't help but giggle. Of course Edward had sent her one of Mistress Madeline's discarded cocksocks. Just like he always did. It was the perfect size for her, too...
Unaware of the world changing around her, or the fact that every single one of her neighbors were receiving the same kind of disgusting gift from the manor atop the hill outside town, she quietly pulled that semen-stained sock out of the envelope and stuffed it down towards the cock that had totally been tenting her pants for the longest time.
Edward's dear mother let out pants and gasps as she came into Mistress Madeline's wonderful sock... And wondered what else Edward would send her next, so that their family could truly show how much they craved and wanted to see their Mistress treating them like the garbage she tossed aside. Ahhh...
The world was quick to fall to Madeline's filthy scent, as everyone became utterly obsessed with their 'regular gifts'. And just hearing about it would be enough to bring the Mistress more pleasure, leading to the cycle continuing endlessly...
A truly eternal stinky spiral, perpetuated by the stinkiest girl of all.