The Maids of Macintosh Part 3

The Maids of Macintosh Part 3

Golden Harvest was a woman of refined taste. She was very skilled in her filed of work. Espionage. Corporate Espionage.

She had built a small fortune and empire around her work. Stealing secrets in agriculture, formula's on plant growth, cheaper alternatives to traditional pesticides; she had taken them all. Personally.

She loved to steal from all those hardworking saps, with her own two hands. It made her success in her personal 'heists' all more satisfying. She was reading the news outlets for any information about her next target: The Apple Family. As far as she could tell, they were not the farming or friendly sort (despite the fruit basis in their name). They were a large family with connections to almost every part of the city. With one person at the center of it all: Miss 'Granny' Smith.

Golden was unable to find very much information about the woman in question. Only finding bits and pieces about her history, with some being nothing but conjecture or hearsay. She did know a few important details about her from some outside sources. She lives in a large mansion at the edge of the city with three of her grand children and recently she had eavesdropped on some of her extended family talk about something called: 'special apples.' As far she could tell these apples were supposedly so healthy that they could improve the human body in a higher degree or were drugged with something that could place the consumer into a state of bliss. They had something that was either groundbreaking in being healthy or was potentially highly addictive and regardless of which one it was, she had to get her hands on one.

She managed to find the address by looking into Granny's grand children. Her two girls went to high school together and from that information was able to find their home address easily. She then spent three days casing and observing the manor from the safety of a florist van she modified. The only ones who left the house on a regular basis were the girls, who had school. As for the other two members of the family she could not find any recent photos of 'Granny' anywhere and there were no photos of her grandson, not even on any social media sites. As the day dragged on and turned to the dark of the evening she began to prepare. She removed her utility gardening suit to switch into a dark formfitting bodysuit, a few gadgets and tools, and a length of rope with a hook.

"Alright the girls got home three hours ago. Dinner is done and everyone should be asleep by now. Time to move." She said to herself quietly as she slid a ski-mask over her orange wavy locks. She opened the back of her van and tossed her grappling hook up to the top of the iron fence. She pulled herself up and over with minimal effort, quickly scoping the area for added security. No guard dogs, no motion sensors, no flood lights? A place this big had to have some kind of security.
"What gives?" She whispered in annoyance. She had robbed bigger places than this and there was always something that was there to slow down or stop intruders. But there wasn't even a single deterrent according to her equipment or the files she managed to dig up on this place. She was cautious making her way to the side of the large abode, checking corners and blind spots for cameras. When she assumed the coast was clear, she produced a glass cutter and after finding the best window, opened a hand sized hole to let herself in.

She was in a place that looked like a parlor. Fancy but also somewhat excessive, her own penthouse being much more stylish. She made her way to the main entrance hall, to find her target. That had been the tricky part. She had looked into any angle she could to try and find any indication or information of the purchase of a greenhouse or a new lease for land for the trees the 'special apples' were located. Finding an old and new internet map gave her the answer. They were on the roof of the mansion, away from prying eyes and difficult to reach, it made perfect sense to keep them there and the photos provided proof of her theory. She had used the original plans used to build the house to map her route to the rooftop. But to get there she would have to pass three bedrooms and the only security she could find any record of, was an electronic lock to the roof access.

She made her way past several different rooms and areas in the labyrinthine building, but knew she was on the right track via her Intel. She was going to pass one of the bedrooms but was surprised yet cautious as her heard what could only be described as moaning coming from the room. She sneaked her way over and glanced through the crack of the door, blushing after looking inside. It was a large busted young red haired girl in a transparent teddy nighty, scissoring a another busty white and lavender haired girl wearing a cat themed fetish wear.
"Oh yes! I'm close! Is my favorite pet Pussy ready to cum?" The dominant Applebloom moaned out as she continued to rub her submissive kitten's cunt with her own.
"Nyaa! Myeah! I'm close, Mistress!" The 'kitty' replied with a moan of her own. After several more rocking of their hips they both came, with the 'kitten' purring after she relaxed at the foot of the other girls bed.
"Haa... oh no you don't. I might be tired but you are not finished. Put that purr of yours to work and you can sleep with me instead of your pet bed tonight." She spread her legs for her pet, who despite her exhaustion, crawled between her Mistress' legs.
"Oh yes... There is a good Pussy Cat..." Her owner commented, relaxing into her bed and enjoying her attention.

Golden quickly sneaked away, blushing furiously under her ski-mask. She knew some other rich people had kinks but she had never seen two people so beautiful and busty going at it before. It made her jealous that a pair of girls so young could outshine her in other 'assets'. She shook her head, she didn't care about if those two sluts were bigger than her, she had a job to do and she wasn't going to let one surprise sexual romp slow her down. She proceeded to the next flight of stairs and took notice of how quiet the floor was. She also noticed that parts of some of the halls were clean, while others were attempted to be cleaned. Was this place understaffed? But if so, where were all the servants? Didn't they have homes to go to or did they live in the manor with the rest of the family. A loud crack sound was heard in the quiet of the house, making Golden jump in shock at the sudden noise. She stopped a moment perking her ears again, listening for the source of the sound.

She heard another loud crack, this time followed by a moan in one of the other rooms. She noticed that the door was also slightly ajar like the last one and against her better judgment peeked inside. It was another red haired girl, except she had long straight locks with a purple streak running along the center and she was bent over a bed with her larger bubble butt crossed with red marks, a large anal plug wedged in her ass. Standing over her was a tall and toned blonde in a black leather western outfit, holding a riding crop in hand gently brushing the leather tip over the spanked slut's dripping mound.
"Big Mac was right. You love it when someone spanks your slutty rump. I have to thank my school mate for letting be borrow one of her tools. An anal slut like you must be having the time of her life." The blonde girl commented as she reeled back her arm and smacked her jiggling bottom again with the crop, causing the girl to moan out as she came again.
"Yes, Applejewel! I love it when you spank me!"

The blonde that Golden now recognized as Applejewel was one of the grandchildren of Granny Smith, from the records she had stolen. She idly wondered if all girls in this family were all that voluptuous. She continued to watch in shock and surprising arousal as the busty blonde, reached over to the spanked slut's ass and yanked out her anal plug in a swift motion.
"Applejewel! Why'd you take it out?" She begged in questioning. Applejewel only looked down at her with a disapproving frown before she answered.
"Moondancer. What was it I told you about addressing members of the house?" She stated flatly. Moondancer in was quiet for a second before she lit up with recollection.
"Oh! Sorry 'Miss' Applejewel... I'll get it right..." She apologized and addressed her Mistress properly. Applejewel roughly shoved her toy back to were she had removed it and praised the newest of the staff.
"That's it, good girl. I knew you could learn. Now lets continue with your training..." She commented as Moondancer came from both the abuse of her ass and the praise of her Mistress.

Golden had to force herself away from the lewd display, panting quietly and burning up in her stealth suit. She hid herself down at the end of another hallway, catching her breath and calming her heart rate. She decided after this mission, she would hire an escort or two and take care of this surprise amount of sexual frustration. She found the last set of stairs and was greeted with the sight of the door to the roof behind an electronic lock with a keypad and a card reader. She took out a small card like device that had several wires running into a smartphone.
"Here we go..." She whispered, sliding the card into the reader and letting the algorithm run its course. It was about two minutes until the reader finally stopped and let out a low beep, opening the door.

She opened and closed the door as silently as possible, taking in the sights of her target. The trees that housed her prize were much taller than anticipated but were not an issue due to her grappling hook. She took her heavy metal hook and with a well practiced swing managed to latch around a branch, began to climb. She reached the branch in no time at all, looking around the darkness of the leafs to find the apples that promised fortune. After a few minutes she found her bright red prize, cutting it loose and letting it drop into her waiting bag below. She smiled excitedly as she began to rappel down her rope, she had just touched the ground, when she noticed something odd. One of the trees had a length of a cable running up to the top, where her eyes widened in fear at the sight of a blinking security camera.

In less than a second after her realization, a set of hidden floodlights hidden in several dummy trees all zeroed in on her position. Followed by several turret like devices, springing up from hatches in the ground, pointing in her direction. She had no time to react, as they fired upon her. She clenched her eyes shut in fear for the end, but when she opened them she was only greeted with the sight of four cables, leading to the barrels of the 'guns' tying her in place. She struggled a moment trying to pull herself loose, until she heard the slow and sarcastic repetition of a slow clap.
"My my. You are certainly a determined little minx aren't you?" A mature and authoritative female voice called from the door of the roof.

Golden squinted her eyes trying to see past the blinding lights to find the source of the speaker.
"I have to admit, I honestly wasn't expecting that someone would try and rob me. Me. Of all people." The amusement in her voice was quite obvious and she noticed that the sound of her clapping was getting closer.
"But then again it usually is quite impolite for a lady such as myself to talk to someone without introducing myself." She was about foot away from her bound position, when Golden saw the face of the woman who was mocking her. She was an older woman but someone who could have been in 40s or 50s with the largest breasts she had ever seen, dressed in a light green silk nightgown and fuzzy matching slippers, leaving Golden to wonder who this pale blonde bitch was.
"My name as Miss Smith but most people call me Granny." She smiled and ceased her clapping after she was done introducing herself.

Golden's eyes widened at that revelation. This woman who looked like she could be a mother, was 'Thee' Granny Smith?
"I bet your wondering how a hot piece of ass like me could look so good, right?" Golden said nothing as she tried to struggle out of her bonds. Granny continued.
"Its actually quite simple." She walked past her captive, reaching into her bag and removed the apple she had collected.
"This little beauty here is the answer." She held it fondly in her hand like it was a precious gem or a small pet.
"Oh I can't tell you how glad I am to have this little beauty in my life and how happy I am to enjoy being 30 to 40 years younger." She turned her attention back to her captive, this time with a cold stare.
"And you tried to take one away from me." Her voice dripping with venom. Golden could only sweat in fear of her captor but was not about to let some old skank intimidate her.
"So it is true. The apples are exceedingly healthy. You could make a fortune off these things and you just hoard them for yourself to keep young." Golden mocked and taunted the head of the Apple Family with as much contempt as she could muster.

She took some satisfaction in the stunned look on Granny's face but soon turned to confusion and worry as she began to laugh.
"Ha... You stupid little bitch. They are not a vitamin I take every day to stay this way. I've only ever had two of them and I've been this way ever since." She explained to the thoroughly stunned thief.
"But I think the best way to explain it is for you to experience it for yourself. So lets see who our mystery slut is under the mask." She commented as she sauntered her way over, apple in hand. Golden struggled harder against the cables, fighting as hard as possible against the taught bindings. Granny reached out at the top of her ski-mask revealing her curled ginger hair and attractive face to her target.
"Well now... You certainly aren't homely. But I do see room for improvement." She commented idly as she moved in closer with the apple. Golden clamped her mouth shut doing her best to ignore the fruit being pressed into her face.
"Well that won't do. You wanted this fruit so bad and now that I'm going to let you have it, you refuse to take it. Hmm... Oh I almost forgot! I need to tighten your bindings."

That caused Golden to pale in fear, that made Granny smile in frightful way, as she reached into her robe pocket and produced a remote and pressed a button. Golden then let out a muffled yelp of pain as the bindings began to tighten around her body. She instinctively let out a gasp for air as they squeezed her body, in which her Granny shoved the apple in to her mouth, forced her to take a bite, and held a hand over her nose and mouth for good measure. Golden couldn't breath and with something in her mouth, her body by reflex swallowed the fruit. She tried to fight and force the apple back out. Then by a miracle she noticed that her captor had pressed another button on the remote and her bindings had unraveled around her. She started to stand up and run only to collapses onto her knees, staring straight ahead at the exit.
"What... I can't... why..?" Golden muttered as a numbness, both physical and mental flooded her body.

"Just a small side-effect for the particular breed of apple you have eaten." Granny casually explained from behind. Golden didn't respond she only stared at her only hope of an exit.
"Yes there are multiple types of apples we have. All with different kinds of effects on the body, with only one common denominator: Its permanent." She explained with smile, as she continued.
"That why my family and I are all so beautiful and everyone else are just directionless studs and sluts. Aren't you glad to be let in on my little secret?" Golden again said nothing trying her hardest to shake off the fog in her mind.
"Here my dear, why don't you have another bite?" Granny held the rest of the apple up to her lips. Golden wanted to fight it. She tried to stop her mouth from opening but she already could taste the tart flavor of the apple being pressed against her lips and her mouth taking another bite.
"There we go... So much better when you listen isn't it?" Granny commanded as she felt her enticing breasts press against the back of her head. She was about to take another bite when a set of heavy footfalls were heard coming from her only escape route.

"Granny! Is everything alright? The alarm sent a signal to my phone that we had an intruder..." A large man in a loose robe, stated as he slowed down, looking at the dull eyed girl. She then glued her eyes on the new man that entered the rooftop.
"Ah Macintosh. Glad to see someone remembered to keep the new warning system active on their alerts. I can already see that Applejewel and Applebloom have hit the 'snooze' function on the alarm." She grumbled in mild annoyance as she checked her phone. The new man only chuckled and rubbed the back of his head.
"Well I asked Applejewel if she could 'train' Moondancer for me tonight, because I was going to head out and find another girl, tomorrow." He admitted in a slightly worried tone but reluctantly added.
"You also told Applebloom that she had to make sure her pet was trained as well." His grandmother frowned at this news, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.
"I... am not going to lose my temper. You were all taking incentive and trying to lessen the work needed." She more told herself rather than him. She looked down at the would-be thief, who to her surprise, had developed a heavy blush at the sight of her grandson, Macintosh.

"Oh? Does the carrot-top slut like the view of my Big Mac?" She teased. The ginger haired girl nodded, drooling slightly out of the corner of her mouth. Big Mac looked down at the captured intruder finally asking.
"Who is she?" His Granny slyly smiles and replies.
"She's just a little dumb little cock sucker." Golden's lips began to swell at her words, her petite lips began to swell, turning into a unnaturally plush pout.
"Who's so horny for an apple, she can hardly contain herself." Granny continued. Golden's body responded again at her words, her tight formfitting stealth suit began to strain against her slowly swelling breasts. The zipper holding her suit closed began to strain under the pressure, until her small but satisfied A-Cup breasts had grown into C-Cups, tearing open her suit, exposing her new tits and her dripping pussy to the man and woman.

"So what are you going to do with her now?" Big Mac asked his grandmother, not noticing the ginger haired girl slowly crawling towards him. Granny also somewhat distracted at the thought, considered her options.
"Well... Cherry could use more girls at the Forbidden Fruit, but I also promised that I would help Saffron Masala gather more staff..." She mused while considering her options. Big Mac felt he should help his grandmother make a decision,  but lost his train of thought he let out a gasp of surprise. Granny turned to see the sight of Golden with her arms around the back of his legs in what appeared to be an attack at first, but was surprised to hear Big Mac had let out a moan of arousal. The earlier comment of 'a dumb little cock sucker' had sent Golden into a haze, having that phrase of what she was be the only solid information bounce around her head; compelling her to act upon the role she was meant for.

"Ah... Oh yeah..." He panted out as Golden began to lick and suck in the tip of his cock like it was the sweetest treat. She was had only one single focus to suck at the closest source of her purpose. Granny was slightly stunned at the development, but smiled a naughty grin at the ginger slut.
"I bet a dumb minx like you would just love to suck on my boy's tasty cock all day, wouldn't you?" She taunted and compelled Golden; who moaned at the very idea of doing this lewd task everyday, making Big Mac twitch in excitement. Granny was also getting worked up at the impromptu fellatio, but noticed something that disappointed her. The little slut was barely taking a fourth of his total length, and that simply would not do. She felt around on Golden's suit, finding the opening in her suit and began to stroke her new slut's pussy.

Golden moaned around his cock again at the unexpected teasing to her lower lips. Followed by the feeling of her head being pushed deeper into the massive cock. Granny would try to pump Golden's face in then would tug some of her orange hair, making her slide back; her mouth never leaving his dick. She would keep this up for a while until Granny told her something that made her gush at the 'suggestion'.
"Relax your throat. You are going to keep going until you can take the whole thing." With no resistance within her mind and the desire to fulfill her purpose, she did as she was told. She relaxed her throat and at Granny's instructions, took an inhale and an exhale with her nose, while she suckled her mouth over his thick meat. After a minute or two Golden didn't seem to notice that Granny was no longer moving her head forcefully over Big Mac's cock; she had begun to please him on her own.

Big Mac himself was quite pleased with the steady progress the new girl was making, made apparent by his moans. Although he was a bit curious as to the identity of the girl pleasing his cock, who currently had half his cock down her throat. As she pulled back for another suck, he held her head in place at his tip and asked her a question, with her whimpering around his cock.
"I'll let you get back to it in a minute. I just want to know the name of the girl that is getting me so hard." He panted, trying to hold off on his orgasm. The ginger haired cocksucker processed what she was being told before she answered with a smile.
"I'm Golden Harvest. Can I suck your cock some more?" She asked, happy at his interest in her. While Big Mac nodded and Golden returned to her fellatio, Granny actually recognized the name. The Harvest's were one of her older enemies back in the days of her youth, they were all skilled in robbing people blind or running third rate scams. She was surprised that this little cocksucker was a relation of one of her older foes as she had assumed they had all died off or were arrested for their stupidity.

Something she found deliciously gratifying to see one of them, on their knees, worshiping the presence of an Apple. Which in turn gave Granny a wonderfully awful idea.
"Goldie? I want you to stop a moment." Granny commanded to the slut. Golden stopped at both her words and a harsh pinch of her clit.
"Ah!...Hah...What?" She moaned out in surprise.
"I want you to take a good look at this cock. I want you to remember every detail. The smell. The texture. The taste. Then I want you to tell me what you love about it the most." Granny commanded and the ginger haired girl complied. She resumed her slutty attention to Big Mac's thick meat, but stopped as she was given the most delicious thing she had ever tasted: his sperm. It was like nothing she had ever tasted. It was only a dollop of his spunk, but to her tastes-buds it was a dense sweetness similar to syrup yet was also hydrating, leaving her thirsty for more. She moaned an excited answer to Granny before she returned to worshiping his dense cock.
"Everything." She began to go deeper and faster, until by sheer effort and desire she had managed to reach his base.

Big Mac's legs were shaking. She had taken the entire length of his cock, humming in satisfaction, sending a ripple of pleasure and sensitivity up his spine.
"Ooohh... I'm gonna cum!" Big Mac panted at her tight throat squeezing his large penis. He would have too. Until a firm pinch of her clit and a tug of his balls, stopped them.
"What? Why...?" Big Mac started to complain at his new favorite cock polisher, but noticed it was not Goldie that had pulled on him, rather it was Granny.
"Not yet Macintosh." She stated flatly.
"But-!" He started to argue.
"Not. Yet." She repeated with a bit more fierceness. Big Mac swallowed a lump in his throat and nodded, doing his best to hold off on his orgasm.
"There is a good grandson. Just let me scratch my itch first and then you can cum." She stated sweetly as she began to rub the inner folds of both herself and the ginger cock slut.

"That's it Goldie. You be a good slut and cum when I tell you and my big boy will give you as much cum as you want." She promised her eager slut. While Goldie began to pump faster in excitement of her prize, Big Mac however was having trouble standing up at Goldie's newfound skill and suction on his manhood. He grit his teeth not sure how much longer her could hold off but knew of one thing that might help him get out of this situation faster. He didn't like what he was about to do, but he had no choice.
"I bet a dumb slut like you would love to spend the rest of your days between my legs. You do a good job and I'll keep you as my personal cock cleaner." He said in a rough and aggressive growl. He was never a fan of being rude to hot chicks, he might be jacked and rich but that didn't mean he liked to be rude to them. The effect was perfect. Both the matron of his family and the newly formed cock slut moaned at his harsh words.
"Oh yes! That's my beastly boy! Cum with me you slut! Be his cock cleaner!" His Milf of a grandmother moaned out in excitement with the new servant in stereo.

"I'm cumming! Cum with me!" Granny moaned out as her and Golden's lower lips gushed at her rough finger fucking. That was all Big Mac could take. He pumped Golden's head back and forth several more times until he pulled out, firing several ropes of his thick sperm, with Golden basking in the sheer vastness that he began to cover her body.
"Yes! Cover me in your cum, Master Mac!" She moaned out in euphoria at the sight. After he had drained some of his spunk from his heavy balls, he was left wobbling but managed to right himself before he collapsed from the tingling in his manhood.
"Oh...Big Mac... I am so proud of you." Granny said in a pleased tone.
"Oh when you took charge of this slut here. You got me soaked boy." She shuddered with a sly smile as her juice slid down her leg. Big Mac nodded at his praise given by his aged Milf of a grandmother.
"Master Mac... Please can I have more cum? I love your cock so- Owie!" Golden started to beg only to have a harsh twist on her clit by Granny.
"Oh no you don't! You might be a member of my boy's sluts, but you have to pay for the busted window and for trespassing in MY house!" She snarled at the ginger slut.
"I'm going to have you pay for the headache you have caused me. Even if it takes all night!" She growled and teased her folds again.
"You can go Macintosh. I'll teach this dumb slut some manners. Personally." She finished with a smile that would frighten a snake.

Big Mac nodded in acceptance at his Granny's verdict for his newest addition to his growing group of maids, being glad it wasn't him. He made his way back to the door inside, closing it shut as Golden begged for mercy, knowing she would get none but also knew that she wouldn't attempt to defy her new Mistress. He made his way to his room, posters of women in lewd poses and trophies from debate teams covering the surroundings. Lying in his bed was the absurdly busty yet whimpering form of his head maid: Milk, tossing and turning reaching out to where he was sleeping earlier.
"Hey... Milk? Its okay. I'm here." He crawled back into bed as her whimpering ceased and a gentle smile graced her sleeping face as she embraced him, her large breasts mashing against his chiseled torso. He sighed and idly commented to his sleeping maid.
"Tomorrow is going to be a long day. Hope your up for some morning loving, Milk. Something tells me that we both are going to need it."