Only seconds passed before Marie found herself hugging air, and collapsing to the floor due to lack of a bed under her. She looked up to see her former mother sitting on her own bed, looking at her. A blush crept across her face as she realized she hadn't yet cleaned it from Matt's orgasm. "Don't bother hiding it, Jon, I saw it anyway."
She squealed in embarrassment, covering her face despite the warning not to, only belatedly realizing what her former mother had called her and uncovering it to stare at her. "Jon? Begging your pardon, Madame, but m-my name is Marie."
"We both know that's a lie, so cut the crap. I really am sorry for what I had to do to you and your friend, but it could be worse," Susan smiled. "I could've made you dogs, but lucky for you I'd rather have people to clean up after me than pets I had to clean up after."
What was she talking about? Marie's mind was reeling; she obviously knew the truth, but it seemed she knew more of it than Susan did. "This is... ri-ridiculous, Madame," she said, unwittingly butchering the word. But she had the upper hand, if she only did what it killed her to do, and admit that she was not Jon. "Antoinette and I have been your maids, and I have been more, for as long as we have been in this country," Marie implored, drawing on knowledge the wish must have given her. "I cannot possibly have ever been named Jon, Madame. It is an ugly name."
She blushed at her statement, and Susan only laughed, deepening her blush. "I didn't think it would..." Susan sighed, cutting herself off abruptly. "I just wanted to tell you, Marie, that if you're a good girl I just may make your conditions a little closer to what they really were, though given what you and your friend Karyn did... some days I'd be perfectly happy to age you both a year a day until you're as old as me, or more, or turn you into horseflies and be done with it. Or horses."
Marie nodded, trembling and shockingly close to tears. As if from a floodgate, the tears did flow again, and every time she was close to stopping her hysterical sobbing, she saw herself in her mind, forty years old, or she saw a very real glimpse of her mother's, now employer's, stony face. After a humiliating eternity, she finally slowed it to whimpers and a few tears. "You may leave now, Marie, but I'll expect your company again when I get home. After dinner."
With a casual wave of Susan's hand, Marie was back in Antoinette's arms, utterly confused, face streaked with dried cum and tears.
