She was not even sure how it made her look that she was having sex on the first day of work. She was not sure how this would affect her relationship with him after they were done. She was not sure if he would like her, love her or hate her. All she knew was that there was a rush in her body that made her run down to the dungeons and there she was, standing totally naked in the dungeon and waiting for him.
Just being in the dungeon made her feel like a prisoner, like a slave. She was no prince, and a dungeon was no place for a princess, not to talk of a female commoner. Only make royalties, and torturers had the chance of being in a dungeon and still have the upper hand. She knew there was nothing to fear, but her mind would just not agree to be at ease.
“Don’t turn around!” she heard a loud commanding voice.
It was Lord Clifford. He just walked into the dungeon. She tried not to turn despite her curiosity. Her whole being ached to turn around. She was nude as the day she was born, and this made her uncomfortable, but she wanted to turn around.
“They must have told you why I like this place. People think it’s because of my family history,” he said to her.
“It isn’t, Your Grace?” she asked, surprised.
“It is, but it is not the only reason. See, I have always had fantasies about fucking a captured enemy here in my dungeon while she is restrained and helpless,” the Duke said.
He was right behind Gwenn and his hand wrapped around her waist, holding her in place while his other hand went up to cup one of her soft breasts. He leaned heavily over her shoulders and the firmness, and the roughness of his touch made her lean back against him. She bit her lips as his hand around her waist dipped in and went between her legs. Her hands went to his cock, and she grabbed it. The tunic still protected it. She lifted the tunic up and grabbed at the long hard throbbing erection. She stroked it and gripped it harder as the pleasure in her mounted.
She gasped as the finger pushed her against her vagina, and it hurt her a bit.
“You are so tight down here. Have you never been with a man?” he asked her.
“No, My Lord,” she replied and swallowed, her eyes remaining closed as she leaned against him, willing to let him do whatever with her.
“That’s even better,” he said as he began to suck on her neck, biting softly and sucking on the flesh. His left hand grabbed roughly at her breasts, molding and squeezing. His other finger went hard on her vagina, pushing hard against the flesh barrier that mounted a stiff resistance. It hurt, and it pleasured her at the same time.
She gasped as she felt him puncture her inside. He brought out his finger, and there was a little blood on it.
“Now, you will be my slave, and I will use you as I see fit,” he said and turned her around.
She saw him for the first time since he came into the dungeon. He had taken the tunic off, and she was not sure when. But he stood before her right there in his nudity. It was not lowliness. It was glorious. He looked like a god as he stood with all the authority and power. He was the Duke of all sex gods.
“I will be anything you want me to be,” she said in a hushed tone as her need for him controlled her.
“Get down on your knees, slave!” he ordered her, and she went to her knees immediately.
He grabbed his thick and long member and pushed it into her mouth. His cock was so huge that it spread her lush lips apart as it entered. She knew what was required of her and she began to suck on his cock as much as she could. She grabbed the base of the cock with her hand and began to feed herself with the monster. She sucked at the tip of the cock, making the Duke moan and groan loudly as currents passed through his body.
When she noticed the effect her cock sucking was having on him, she was emboldened. She had found a new trick, and she had done so during her first sex. She was excited, and the excitement showed in the passion and devotion she gave to his cock. She sucked on the organ like she adored it. She sucked on it like she worshipped it. She sucked on the tip, pulling it in and out of her mouth.
The Duke was having a good time, and his knees were getting weak. However, he wanted more and so, he grabbed the back of her head and pushed his cock deep into her mouth. She was taken by surprise as she found the thick organ lodged at the back of her throat and driving to go past a barrier she did not even know was there. She held onto Lord Clifford’s hips for support as tried not to choke.
Lord Clifford was having none of that, and he thrust deeper till the bulge in her throat proved his cock had gone where no man’s cock had ever been, and till she was skewed through the mouth. Saliva poured from the point where her mouth met his pelvis as she struggled to break free. He held her still, pushing ever deeper and keeping her in place as he sought maximum pleasure from that virgin throat.
Gwenn felt her lungs fighting for the thin air that was not available. She felt her brain shutting down as she could not breathe. Just then, Lord Clifford let go of the back of her head to grab her breasts. She took that opportunity to disengage herself from his mighty cock. She gasped loudly for air as her mouth found freedom and her throat was freed from the invading organ.
She was still trying to get some air when Lord Clifford grabbed her again. She could not go back to such aggressive throatfucking, and so, she tried to escape. But Lord Clifford came after her, holding her. She tried to protest, but her words were inaudible as she lacked enough breath to even have enough energy.
Fortunately for her, he was not trying to fuck her throat again. He grabbed her and pulled her up against a wall. Then, he leaned into her, pushing his cock between her thighs so that her thighs held his long thick cock firmly. Then, he dipped his head low and began to suck on her breasts again. He began to suck on her breasts, sucking and biting on her nipples.
Gwenn moaned in sweet anguish as she held his head tightly to her breasts. Just then, Lord Clifford broke away from her, leaving her standing against the wall, with the moistness running down her legs. He went across to a table and picked up a collar.
Without saying anything, he walked towards her and put a collar around her neck. He then attached a leash to it. All the while, she could not take her eyes off his cock. It was glorious in length and thickness, and she just wanted it to be buried inside her. She wanted to be fucked with that monster even if it killed her.
He grabbed her and pulled her by the leash, leading her to a spot in the room where he restrained her. He attached handcuffs to her hands and leg. Then, he spread them. She was standing in the middle of the room with her hands chained to the roof and her legs fastened to either side of the walls.
He came around and kissed her hard. He held her softly by the waist and began to kiss her as his other hand grabbed one of her breasts. His lips went to her neck as he sucked greedily while mauling her breast in his hand and pulling her closer to him. Her senses were overloaded, and she could feel herself crumbling inside. She had never wanted anything this much. She felt like she was dying of pleasure. She held onto him and pressed her body against him as she moaned and groaned, almost crying.
She moaned loudly and begged him to fuck her.
“Please, fuck me, my Lord,” she begged as her breasts tingled.
Lord Clifford swatted her breasts hard and mauled them.
“I see you want your master’s cock, slave,” he said to her as he choked her with his free hand.
Her eyes were watery with tears of pleasure and with the fear of choking.
“Yes, master! Please, fuck me!” she said, almost crying for pleasure.
“You deserve a good fucking,” he said to her.
“Yes, master” she replied, controlled by the lust that had taken over her body.
“But you don’t get what you deserve. You get only what I choose to give you,” he said to her.
Her heart sank when he said that. She wanted his cock, and she wanted it immediately, but she believed she would not be getting it soon. Lord Clifford had something else in mind. He wasted no time in going behind her. He bent her ove
r and held her sexy young hips. Suddenly, she screamed in pain as he pulled her backward, ramming his majestic royal cock all the way into the depths of her vagina in one motion.
She screamed in pain as his cock pushed through barriers of tightness that should otherwise have been carefully probed. Her eyes were wide open in shock as his cock retreated from her pussy, only to ram inside her again.
She screamed loudly in pain as he continued ramming into her from behind with enough force to break her. She thought he was trying to hurt her. She wanted to tell him to stop, but just then, he stopped. And as soon as she did, he hugged her, pressing his cock against her ass cheeks, kissing her neck and fondling her tits.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said crying and loving the way he held her.
Her pussy was beginning to ache, and it was not from the pain. She still wanted more. Her body wanted more.
“You want me to stop?” he asked her.
“No, master. Please, fuck me” she said to him softly.
He then took off the restraints and made her stand, resting her hands against the wall. Then, he bent her over and began to plow into her from behind. She moaned and gasped, and grunted in pain and pleasure each time his cock thrust deep and hard into her. It hurt, but the hurt was pleasurable. It was pleasure, and she could not stop herself from wanting more.
He would grab her breasts, squeezing and pulling hard as he rammed her pussy from behind like he was trying to stab her to death with it. Soon, she was approaching orgasm, and she began to scream. He was approaching orgasm too.
“Fuck me harder, Your Grace. Make me cum, Master!” she pleaded, crying.
Lord Clifford pounded into her as hard as he could, using up all the energy he could as he too approached his orgasm. He grabbed her hips, pulling her against his pelvis as he gave her all the energy he had. He ravaged her vagina with so much power that she was soon screaming loudly and her screams echoed through the walls of the dungeon. He was fucking her with reckless abandon, and they both did not care if anyone heard them outside the dungeon.
Gwenn could no longer feel her pussy. Her legs shook dramatically, and it threatened to give way. He held onto the wall for support, hoping not to fall as her employer and lover drove repeatedly and forcefully into the deepest parts of her pussy. She could not see or hear anything. The loud clapping sounds their colliding bodies made came to her faintly. Lord Clifford was pounding into her as fast and as hard as he could and he pulled her neck back, using the collar he had put around it.
“Oh, God! Please, fuck me, Master!” she begged, crying as she screamed.
Soon, he yelled as he pounded into her and dragged her to the floor with him as his knees gave way. She cummed instantly and began to buck under him, jerking and squirming as his orgasm approached.
He quickly pulled her to her knees and stuck his cock inside her mouth, grabbing her head as he fucked her mouth. She held onto his hips for support as she tried to suck him and meet his thrusts. She fell in love with him, and he owned her entirely now.
He stuck his throat deep into her throat as she choked and gasped, pounding on his legs in protest. But he cummed inside her throat anyway, pumping all his cum inside as he expelled whatever demon had control of him out through the cum.
She pulled away from him instantly as she began to cough. She coughed, choked, and spat some of it out. She sat there, not knowing what to do now that they were spent. She knew they could not be an item. People would frown at that.
To her surprise, he lifted her up and kissed her. He held her to his body and said, “we can have this place to ourselves anytime you want, and anytime I want.”
“Agreed?” he asked her.
“Yes, Your Grace,” she said, smiling happily.
And she knew she was going to enjoy her new job very much.
Maid To Satisfy
Rich Man Trains Her To Obey
By Virginia Vice
Mr. Broadstreet peered at me from across his desk. His beady eyes were piercing and expressionless, and they were set too close to his large hooked nose. He reminded me of some bird, and the realization made me want to laugh.
But I wouldn’t dare laugh at the man, not when there was so much riding on his approval. Mr. Broadstreet, the old and grumpy birdman, just so happened to be Lucius Miller’s head butler. And as the head butler, Mr. Bradstreet personally approved all staff hiring decisions.
“Now, Ella,” he started, glaring at the single paper on his otherwise-spotless desk. His voice was about an octave lower than would seem right for his appearance.
“Emma, sir,” I corrected gently.
Mr. Broadstreet paused for a moment, then wrote a note on my sheet. I couldn’t read what it was, but I hoped it was just a simple correction.
“Of course. Emma,” he agreed. He folded his hands in front of him and leaned in subtly. “Have you ever done this before?” he asked.
Done what? I wondered. Interviewed? Cleaned a house? Or was Mr. Broadstreet expecting some sort of favor in exchange for the job? It seemed like an odd sort of test, and I was certain Mr. Broadstreet was being intentionally vague. It seemed like a lot of unnecessary effort just to hire a maid. But I had to get the job, so I’d play his game.
I quickly ran through the options. It wasn’t likely to be the first one, because didn’t seem to be a man that asked such benign questions. I didn’t think it was the first one, either. He seemed fiercely loyal to Lucius Miller, so I doubt he’d try to screw the new maid on his dime. That left the second option; worth a shot.
“Yes, sir,” I replied. I briefly ran through my experience and references: two private homes, one service. A total of six years between all three. Hardly impressive, but I hoped it was good enough for such a low-level position within the Miller estate. One of his estates, at least. There were plenty of others.
He nodded slowly, then he leaned in even further. “Can you keep a secret, Emma?” he said in little more than a whisper.
I leaned in also. “Yes, of course.”
“Good.”
It took me a few moments to realize that he had made his decision. I had gotten the job. Now it was time to do what I was actually here to do.
...
There was a time when I hadn’t even heard of Lucius Miller. Back then, I had only a vague awareness of his company, Miller National Holdings, and didn’t even know what a “Fortune 500” company was. It was hard to care about someone else’s finances when your own were in such a bad state.
The day I found my mother crying was the day everything changed. My mother was a proud, strong woman. Unshakable and unsinkable. She never cried, not even when dad died. I was just a little girl when he had the accident, and it was my mother’s strength that saw me through. She wasn’t just my hero. She was my superhero.
Seeing her cry then, alone at the kitchen table, was shocking.
“Mom?” I kept my voice soft and gentle, even though I wanted to panic. What could be so wrong that it would break the unbreakable woman?
Mom sniffled and sat upright; she quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and turned to face me. Her smile was forced and insincere. “Oh! Hi, Em. You startled me. Did you want something to eat? I was just about to make... something.”
She stood quickly and scooped up the papers that had been in front of her. I caught a glimpse of bold, red writing. Past Due. Final Notice.
“Mom... what’s going on?”
“Nothing, why?” she lied.
“You were crying.”
“Don’t be silly. Everything’s fine.”
I thought about all the times she had told me that. Everything’s fine. It was like her mantra. For the first time, I realized that everything wasn’t always fine. I wondered how many times she had cried in private, while telling me that there was nothing wrong. It was a harsh and sudden lesson, but I couldn’t focus on it then. Reflection would have to wait.
“Everything’s not fine,” I countered.
“Mom, you were crying.”
I could see the conflict in her eyes. She wanted to spare me from whatever was worrying her, but she didn’t want to lie to me again.
“I’m an adult now, Mom. I can handle it. I can help.”
She grinned- it was the mischievous grin that I loved. “You’ve been eighteen for two weeks, now you think you know everything,” she teased. As quickly as it had come, the brief moment of happiness and the grin left her face. “Sit down, honey.”
I sat opposite her at the table. She didn’t say a word as she slid the bills and notices towards me. They were bad. They were very bad.
“Jesus, mom,” I sighed. “How long has this been going on?”
“Long enough that they’re tired of waiting. They’re going to take the home, Em. I just can’t stop it this time.”
We sat in silence for several minutes, each of us reflecting on what was finally said out loud.
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” I asked.
“I didn’t want to worry you.”
A flash of hot anger echoed in my mind. I tried to push it down, but I was sure it had shown on my face. “I could have helped. I could have done something earlier,” I argued.
I expected her to argue back- to defend her decision. To my surprise, she only nodded. “You’re right,” she agreed. “I should have.”
My face softened. My shoulders relaxed a little bit. “How long do we have?”
“Thirty days from yesterday.”
That left twenty-nine days. I had no idea where to begin.
The next morning, I woke up just after dawn. I laid out the only semi-professional outfit I owned, just in case I got lucky, and started scouring every job posting and ad I could find in the area. Most were terrible. I wasn’t averse to “terrible” necessarily, but I had very little time left to raise the money we needed. So, I had to be a little bit selective. In addition, I had to find something that started right away... that narrowed my options significantly.
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