by Powerone
""You and I are going to have lots of fun this summer. I know how to play very well,"” she smiled back at Jerome. “"He''s such a grown up boy, Sir.""
""He is like his father; he usually gets what he wants. That is why you are here, to please him. If you do that, you will also please me."” His eyes fixed on hers. “"You do want to please me, don''t you, Jessica?""
""Yes, Sir."” She wondered about his meaning, her discomfort probably more a part of her continuing fantasy than reality.
""Have a seat, dinner is about to be served."” He pulled out the chair across from Jerome and next to his own at the head of the table.
Michael''s eyes rested on her legs as she sat in the chair, her skirt rising up high on her thighs.
""I hope you don''t mind the formality down here, but it is so much more refreshing than the casual attitude in the States. I know the ‘'Sir'’ and ‘'Master'’ are difficult to swallow in these days of women''s liberation, but this is a different world down here and we must also live within this culture. And hell, what man wouldn''t want to be called ‘'Master'’ all the time?"” He laughed as he said it.
Jessica laughed with him, “"I don''t mind it, Sir. I''m not sure if I will ever get the ‘'Master'’ out, but you seem to have a very good life down here and I will do everything to fit in properly.""
""We do dress formally. I insist that females wear dresses all the time and that will include you, even when you are taking care of Jerome. It might be a little bit awkward, but I assure you after a while you will not even notice the difference and simply take it for granted.
""Our beach is very private. You will often find yourself the only one on it for miles, so bathing attire is optional. I notice that you have a very attractive figure and know that young girls tend to like a tan all over. While we don''t have tanning booths, we do have the old fashion way—the sun. I can assure you, no one will bother you. We have our own methods of controlling unruly behavior here and it is very effective. It is rare when we have to punish anyone for unacceptable behavior.""
""You punish them yourself, Sir?"” She wanted to hear more about the punishment that Henri had told her about.
""The government doesn''t have control of the civilian population. The country has been in revolution for over twenty years. We are on a small island with limited police so we have to do whatever is necessary to control our large staff otherwise the island would be overrun with lawlessness. Henri and I are judge, jury and executioner in this manor. You may decline the punishment but your employment will terminate at the same time and you will depart the manor. I do not expect any trouble from you, Jessica, otherwise I would not have given you the great responsibility of caring for my precious son in my wife''s absence. But if necessary, you will have to submit to the same punishments as the others. Do you understand that, Jessica?""
""Yes, Sir."” She nodded her head in agreement.
""Say yes, Master,"” he ordered her. His smile disappeared, seriousness claiming his face.
""Yes, Master,"” she managed.
""I love that,"” he shouted out, laughing. “"They''d kill me in the States if they knew my employees called me ‘'Master''.""
Jessica broke out laughing; he had been kidding her. “"You''d set the women''s rights'’ movement back a hundred years, Sir."” Still keeping with the Sir, not daring to stray too far.
Dinner was very pleasant, Jerome starting to break out of his shell, talking more to Jessica as the meal progressed. By desert, he was sitting on her lap eating his ice cream. Michael smiled at both of them, obviously pleased at her progress with him.
""Henri will explain your schedule. I spend a lot of time with Jerome while I am here. I''m able to accomplish most of my work in the morning so you will have lots of free time for yourself. Take the opportunity to explore the island and if you are lucky,"” he added with an intriguing smile, “"Henri might take you to one of his Voodoo ceremonies. I don''t cotton to the notion of it, but the Haitians are deathly afraid of the Voodoo Priests. Jerome goes to bed by 7:00, so the evening is yours. We have no television. It is available by satellite, but I prefer to be without it. It is much better for Jerome. I do have friends over, and during my Carnival I have a very lavish masquerade party that lasts for days. I expect you to attend all of my dinners and parties. With my wife''s absence, you will have to fill in as the hostess.""
""Your wife, Sir, where is she?""
""That is not a topic for discussion, especially in front of Jerome, is that understood?"” His voice turned stern again. This time she knew he was not kidding.
""Yes, Sir,"” she immediately responded, sorry that she had ever broached the subject, making a mental note to never bring it up to Michael again.
""Ah, here is Henri. Henri is head of the household and my most trusted employee as well as an excellent friend. We have been together for over ten years and anything Henri says, you can consider as coming from me. You are to obey him implicitly; you are to obey him first and disagree with him later. Any sign of disobedience to him could destabilize the fragile balance we have with my employees. You may discuss your disagreement with me later, but it is important that you obey him first.""
""That will not be a problem, Sir. I expect Henri to teach me many things while I am here. I am so eager to learn."” Jessica smiled at Henri, hoping to stay on his good side, knowing him to be the key to a great summer.
""Yes, Jessica. You are a very intelligent and beautiful girl. Henri and I can teach you many things that you will enjoy. Say goodnight to Jessica, Jerome. You''ll see her in the morning.""
Jerome looked up at Jessica, his blue eyes smiling at her. “"Goodnight, Jessica.""
Jessica bent down and planted a kiss on the top of his head. “"Goodnight, Jerome. We are going to have so much fun tomorrow.""
""I will take care of Jessica, Master,"” Henri said, ushering her from the room.
Henri and Jessica left the room, hearing Jerome squealing with joy as Michael picked him up and put him on his shoulder, galloping off to bed. Henri led her to the living room, a room larger than most houses Jessica had seen. The floors were Italian marble, and a piano in one of corner of the room. A bar, comparable to a bar in most restaurants, took up one expansive wall. An array of couches, chairs and tables were spread about the room that, with fifty people, would still look half empty.
""The Master is a very good father to Jerome. He is his pride and joy. You have a very important position, the care of his most prized possession. Don''t do anything to jeopardize Jerome.""
""I wouldn''t, Henri,"” she promised. This job might be more demanding than she thought, but she was up to the challenge. Jerome seemed very intelligent and would give her a chance to use the skills she was learning in college.
Henri began to explain the position and the hours she would be expected to be available to take care of Jerome. “"If you need any help during the day, speak to Charisse. She will take care of Jerome if you need to leave him for a few minutes. It is important that you do not leave Jerome unattended."” He explained where Jerome usually played, his toys, his likes and dislikes. Jessica began to understand that Henri knew Jerome almost as well as Michael did. “"If you need anything or have any problems, come see me first, do not bother the Master. And I do mean anything. I realize that I am not a girlfriend like the one you probably have at home, but besides being a good listener, I am the one who can solve just about any problem. That is what the Master pays me for.""
""He got upset when I asked about his wife, Henri.""
""His wife is not a subject we discuss, Jessica. While you are here, you will be filling in as the hostess of the manor. You do not seem to have a problem fitting in; you''re intelligent, beautiful and have a way with men. You are expected to do whatever is necessary to be a good hostess. This is an important part of your job. The Master is a very social person and does entertain often, mostly male guests. I have seen you, Jessica, and have no doubt you can wrap any man around your litt
le finger."” He laughed as he said it. “"Jerome also misses his mother and you are to do whatever is necessary to fill her role. I''m sure that the job is more than you expected; it is not baby-sitting. Michael had your background checked thoroughly and you would not have been hired if he did not feel that you were up to the job.""
""Thank you, Henri. I know I will be able to do anything expected of me, especially with your help.""
""You may stroll the outside of the manor and the beach at nighttime. You do not have to worry about being bothered. We have guards patrolling the premises at all times but they are very discreet. You would be lucky to even see them. The manor is yours to explore. We have one wing of the manor that is closed, it is being remodeled, but the rest is open. You will find many interesting rooms and the Master has an extensive library that is available to you. He is a very ardent collector of old books and manuscripts and has some very interesting volumes.""
""I did have one problem, Henri. I''m a little embarrassed about it, but you should know.""
""As I said, think of me as your girlfriend. What is your problem?""
""I did have a little run in with the customs police at Port-au-Prince when I arrived.""
""Yes, I imagine you did. Captain Fignolé, I assume?""
""How did you know?""
""He hates foreigners, especially Americans. A beautiful girl like you, traveling alone, would be an easy target for him. What happened?""
""It''s embarrassing.""
""You must tell me everything, Jessica, otherwise it could jeopardize the Master''s existence here.""
""They took me to a separate room and Captain Fignolé strip-searched me.""
""Were his guards present?""
""Yes, and then he did a body cavity search.""
Henri''s cock began to harden as he imagined her bent over the table, naked, the group of soldiers gathered around her, viewing her exposed charms. “"Vaginally and anally I presume?""
Jessica blushed. “"Yes.""
""Anything else? Did they fuck you? I hate to be so blunt, but I need to know everything.""
""They were about to, but Senator Montan''s aide came in and made them release me.""
""Senator Montan''s aide? Do you know the Senator?"” She is certainly moving in fast circles already.
""We met on the airplane.""
""So, they released you?""
""Sort of,"” she said.
""What do you mean? Did they do anything else to you?""
Jessica took a deep breath before admitting, “"They masturbated me. Twice.""
""Ah, I see,"” he said, imagining her body shuddering as they fingered her tight pussy. “"Twice, why twice?""
Jessica blushed, but she knew she must tell him, otherwise he might find out and she would lose his trust. “"Once in my vagina, with a vibrator they found in my suitcase.""
""And the second?""
""Anally. They also found an anal probe that I had bought before I left. I had never used it. I had just bought it on a whim.""
""And obviously you enjoyed both experiences. No, no. It is nothing to be ashamed of. Many girls your age will get excited when being taken sexually by an authority figure. It is an excuse to do things that they would normally not be able to do. It allows them a rational justification to experience the forbidden.""
""I never thought of it like that. I felt like such a whore, letting them make me cum while they watched.""
""You don''t have to feel that way, Jessica. It was a very normal reaction to an intense experience. That is what makes some sexual experiences so intense—the forbidden."” He moved closer to her, putting his arm on her shoulder. “"You are a young girl. Do not shut out the forbidden, it is what makes life so exciting. You seem to have come away from the experience intact. That is good; it shows your willingness to experiment. Remember, Haiti is very different from America. You will have many chances to choose the forbidden, or to let it happen. I hope you will not shut the door on these experiences. You will not be disappointed.""
Opening up to Henri was almost like talking to a girlfriend. Better, even. He seemed to understand her so well. Ever since she had decided to take this job, men had taken advantage of her sexually. First the Professor, then the Senator and finally the Captain, all of them taking her body and forcing her to cum. And yet it did not seem to affect her emotionally or psychologically. Each experience always ended with something better on the other side. “"Thank you, Henri, you seem to understand me so well, better than I do myself, sometimes."” She kissed his cheek. “"Thank you.""
""Mademoiselle, you make me blush. Don''t let the others see me like this. My power will quickly go away."” He laughed, he was going to enjoy the summer with Jessica, more than she could imagine. Or maybe she could imagine it!
""I need to get back to the staff before they steal the place blind. Have a good night. Charisse will wake you in the morning; we don"t have alarm clocks, a noisy distraction. Goodnight.""
""Goodnight, Henri, and thank you again,"” she said, walking from the room. She exaggerated the swing of her hips for him as she walked out.
He watched her shamelessly shake her ass, teasing him. His cock was already hard from the story of her strip search and masturbation, wishing it was he instead of the Captain. Soon he would have his chance with her and he would teach her how to submit. But for now, he needed a hot, tight pussy for his hard cock. Maybe he could tease her at the same time. He gave her an hour, watching from outside her windows. She was still modest, undressing in the bathroom, but he did catch a glimpse of her coming out and jumping into bed, a pair of panties the only nighttime attire she wore. Her naked tits danced as she ran across the room. The room suddenly pitched into darkness. Now it was time for his revenge.
Chapter Five
Taking Charisse instead of Jessica
Charisse was in the kitchen, her ass pushed up in the air as she was bending over and putting away some pans. A startled scream burst from her lips as she was grabbed about the waist.
""Oh God, you scared me, Master,"” she said, feeling him push his hips into her ass, his hard cock rubbing on her cheeks. “"Can I help you, Master?"” She was afraid of his answer. All of the girls were fair game for the Masters. Henri had taken her sexually on a number of occasions, but it had been a long time, preferring the newer girls.
""You have met Jessica?"” he asked her.
""Yes, Master, a lovely girl.""
""Yes, but also a tease. I want to teach her a lesson and you''re going to help me.""
""Anything you want, Master,"” she said, knowing it would have been foolish to resist.
""Come along to the bedroom next to hers."” He grabbed her hand and dragged her from the kitchen. He looked down at her ass, just as sexy as Jessica. Well, almost. He pulled her closer as they walked down the halls, empty now, most employees having already gone home. Only a small staff worked at night to take care of any last minute requests.
Charisse wished she had not worked tonight. “"What are you going to do, Master?""
""I''m going to fuck you, Charisse. And, I want Jessica to hear your passion. I want her to regret teasing me.""
""Yes, Master. Anything you want,"” she replied, hoping at least he would get it over with quickly, as she felt his hand slide down her waist to rest on the gentle swell of her ass.
""You have a nice ass, Charisse. If I remember, it''s hot and tight. I think the sound of your passion when I fuck your asshole would be enough to make Jessica sorry, don''t you?""
""It hurts when you do that, Master. Wouldn''t you rather fuck my pussy? Or maybe I could suck your cock.""
They reached the bedroom next to Jessica''s, Henri slamming the door noisily, wanting to make sure that Jessica was awake. He leaned over to Charisse and whispered in her ear, “"No, your asshole is where I''m going to fuck you. And scream all you want, I insist.""
Jessica was just about asleep, exhausted from the long trip, when she heard the door in the room next
to hers close loudly. She hadn''t thought anyone was in that room, as it looked empty when she had passed it that afternoon. She could hear mumbled talking, though the door and walls were rather thick.
Henri turned Charisse around, facing him, pushing her toward the large bed. He reached down to the buttons on her dress, her hands reaching up to grab his. “"Hands down, I won''t tell you again. Would you rather be hung up, stripped and whipped in front of everyone?"” he threatened.
She had escaped being punished for over a year, being very careful. She had seen too many girls caught, their bound bodies slowly stripped naked in front of everyone and then the Masters would beat them with various types of whips, paying special attention to their tits, ass and pussy. They always did what would provoke the loudest screams, wanting to scare everyone else into submission. And it worked. She let her hands fall to her sides, watching as he continued to unbutton the top of her dress.
Henri reached out, his palm clutching her naked breast. She moaned louder as he tightened his grip, wanting more reaction from her. He used his other hand to snap at her nipple.
""Ow!"” she yelled, a sharp pain igniting in her tender nipple as Master''s fingernails lashed at the rubbery tip. His abuse was making it hard, a better target, easier to grip. Both hands now squeezed her breasts rather brutally, wanting to provoke more noise from her. She did not disappoint him, tiny screams driven from her lips each time he grabbed her nipples too hard.
It sounded like someone was having sex in the room next door. She could still hear mumbled voices, but now muffled screams of pain came from a female beyond the wall. Jessica parted her legs, her hands playing over her own nipples as she listened to the sound of sex. God, I wish it were me, she thought, her fingers slapping her nipples back and forth, making the buds bigger and bigger.
Henri had the dress hanging from Charisse''s waist, her upper body naked, his hands still continuing to roughly abuse her breasts. He imagined it was Jessica he was stripping naked, pushing his hips forward to grind on her pussy. He pulled the dress down further, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her standing only in her panties and shoes. His cock was so hard, wanting to bury itself in the hot flesh before him. Henri leaned over and bit Charisse''s neck, his hand reaching down between her legs, gripping her sex. “"Spread your legs, Jessica,"” he told Charisse.