Meet Your Master

Long, pale fingers delicately cradled the smooth surface of the thin cylinder of tobacco. Taut and slightly pouty lips kissed the tip of it as the rattling of oxygen indicated a brief intake of air. An almost amused smile formed upon the young man’s mouth as clouds of white came billowing through his nostrils. Sir Jarrod Bram sat placidly, idly upon a mildly deteriorating couch which had more than served its purpose throughout the years. Its harsh, blood red coloring caused the man to almost radiate, in a sense, in his own black suit-clad form. Eyelids lazily dropped to cover hauntingly green-tinted orbs as Sir Bram put the expensive necessity to his greedy mouth, letting the fumes seemingly spread throughout his entire body as he took them in before exhaling deeply as he crossed his legs and propped them upon a vacant armrest on the worn sofa. The clack of strong stiletto heels against neatly polished wood floor paneling called to him, alerting him that someone had invaded his ecstasy. The male smiled coldly as he captured a hint of a black dress that swept across his peripheral vision. Once the figure had finally descended close enough to him, he realized it was one of his many housemaids, though they might as well have earned the title “servant” as well. A red, enticing substance caught his attention as it glistened in a pure crystal goblet being carried gently upon a hand-carved serving tray.

“Your wine, my lord,” the wench spoke at last, gingerly handing it to the casually outstretched hand that beckoned the enchanting beverage.

“Thank you, Abigail,” her master replied coolly as he put out his cigarette discreetly into a rather blunt ashtray.

His fingers snaked around the cool glass as he raised it to his mouth, letting the alcohol pour onto his taste buds as he savored the bitterness before contracting his throat, swallowing one of the very few things in this wretched world that actually made him feel at ease.

He stared up at the servant-wench, considering her as his eyes scanned her, really focusing in on her beauty. Her lengthy blonde hair was placed neatly into a bun on top of her head as strands of long, golden, out-grown bangs contoured her lovely, oval-shaped face. Her piercing chestnut orbs watched him quizzically behind heavily mascara-covered lashes. She was almost as pale as snow itself as her lush, pink lips molded to form a soft smile upon her pretty face. Her bosom cautiously peeked out the top of her gown as her long, slender legs almost twitched in their thigh-high hosiery anticipation.

Unable to contain his animalistic nature any longer, he gently uncrossed his legs and turned to sit properly on the couch as he gingerly placed the crystal goblet upon the deep, cherry wood coffee table placed before him. He leaned forward slowly, his arms slithering around the servant girl’s rather delicious form as he pulled her towards him gradually. She didn’t resist. After all, why should she? Here she was, being given all the attention in the world from a man who was sexy, powerful, and not to mention completely loaded, so why should she not bask in his absolute glory? A purr escaped from her as Mr. Brams’ lips brushed against her surprisingly ivory skin as she sighed and let her petite fingers entangle themselves in his medium length, dark brown locks. Wallowing in a wide pool of pleasure as he pursued and allowed his tongue to explore the warm crevices at the very base of her neck, Abigail closed her eyes and extended a stiletto-clad foot perhaps a little too far as it came into contact with the wine goblet her master had set down earlier as gravity seized it, causing it to come crashing down on Sir Brams’ extremely expensive wood tiling.

The sound of fine glass shattering and dispelling its remains caused the man’s nerves to stand on the very edge. Once he had so much as processed what had actually happened here, his scathing green eyes snapped open as he forcefully removed his rough hands that had previously found the girl’s firm ass and shoved her off of him. Ignoring the dirty look she provided for him, his eyes frantically swept about the room as they fell upon another maiden who had just entered the den, looking horribly frightened once he had so much as met eye contact with her. The girl was a cute little thing. She had innocent ocean blue eyes that seemingly pleaded with him as he stared and had long, brunette hair that found its place in the smack-dab middle of her back. Her name was Joanna, if he had recalled correctly, and she was by far his favorite of the girls here, though he never showed it (and the wench obviously did not know it, and that’s the way he preferred it to be).

Instead of scolding the blonde since she was the one that had knocked the glass off of its perch in the first place, he instead rose from his seat and rounded on the brunette. The fear encased behind her eyes aroused him to no end as he approached her, becoming more intimidating and vile with each step he took.

“What the fuck are you just standing there for, huh, you stupid cunt!? Clean it up! CLEAN IT UP!!”

The girl screamed as red-hot nails dug into her scalp as her master twisted his wrist, pulling and winding her hair as he drug her carelessly along the floor, not caring if the other bitch saw this or not. She should have been used to this by now, anyway…

Jarrod got on his knees, only inches from the accident, which forced Joanna onto her stomach as she squirmed within his vice-like grasp, which in return caused him to jam his kneecap into her back. Screaming in protest, she finally took the hint as her body locked into place submissively as she stared, finally falling silent as she took particular notice at the broken crystal only mere centimeters from her delicate face.

“See what you did!?”

“But I-”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN WHILE YOUR MASTER IS TALKING TO YOU!!”

“But…”

“You did this! Now clean it up before I fucking break your neck! We surely wouldn’t want our dear Abigail to see something like that, now would we?”

Abigail lost all the color in her face as she turned her head, trying to avoid all contact with this awkward situation.

Tears erupted from Joanna’s eyes as they slid down her face, eventually rolling far enough where they gushed freely onto the prized wood floor. She didn’t deserve this… She never deserved anything. Her master never acted out on the other maids… He praised them all, telling them over and over again just how wonderful they were and that he wouldn’t be able to go on without them, how they just contributed so much… But not Joanna. Most of the time if she had so much as opened her mouth to speak he would beat her bloody. She always had the option to run away, to leave this horrible place, but where would she go? Her parents and friends had died when she was very young, so she was left all alone and defenseless in the world…

A sharp, jagged edge met her flushed right cheek as she felt something warm and sticky ooze onto her pale skin. Her master had pushed her so hard and so angrily up against the cold ground that her cheek was starting to graze over the broken shards, gradually tearing her skin open as rivulet after rivulet of fresh crimson streamed down her face.

Hot breath teased her outer left ear as a harsh whisper crawled in through her ear canal as her beaten brain struggled to process the words being spoken: “Meet me in my office at precisely nine o’ clock this evening. If you’re late, you’ll only be in far worse trouble than you already are…” Joanna shivered as a warm, moist appendage traced the outline of her ear as pearly white teeth that felt as sharp as knives grazed against the sensitive skin.

As though suddenly repulsed, Mr. Bram recoiled and released the weight of his leg from her as his foot came into contact with the bitch’s gently toned stomach. Just as Joanna had a chance to begin to rise from the floor, she wheezed loudly as she fell right back down into place all over again, gasping desperately for oxygen to fill her needy lungs. An evil smirk spread across the cruel man’s lovely features which faded once he had realized that Abigail was still within his very presence.

“What the fuck are you still doing here!? Get the hell out!!”

Feelings of awkwardness, shame, and pity latched at the servant girl’s mind as her face flushed scarlet before high-tailing it out of the den, not even bothering to acknowledge Joanna as she did such.

The brunette let out a whimper as a calloused hand cupped the right cheek of her bottom before rubbing roughly. Why was she so tortured? She didn’t deserve this… She didn’t deserve any of this… However, she knew to just keep her mouth shut and take it. The master could change his mind in a matter of seconds, and besides, if she decided to speak without his permission, there was always the chance of her getting broken far beyond repair. Her eyes widened dramatically and she squeaked as she felt seemingly foreign fingers exploring her helpless and lightly bleeding form. She blushed deeply, awkwardly as his index finger ran down the center of her panties. She did not like this feeling. She was being openly violated and she couldn’t stand it, and yet, she couldn’t do anything about it. And it’s not like anyone would care. All of the other maidens would just turn the other cheek and pretend like nothing was even happening should they have bothered to walk by when such an explicit act was taking place.

“Huh? What’s this shit?”

Not liking his tone in the very least, the servant girl stared at the finger shoved in front of her face. She didn’t see anything that would cause the mildest bit of concern at first, until she noticed that his fingertip was oh-so gently shimmering in the lighting of the place…

“So, you enjoy your punishment, do you?”

Joanna could do nothing but look away shamefully as her face burned with embarrassment. Even though her brain was telling her that she hated this, hated his touch and everything about him, her body was obviously saying otherwise. And it wasn’t like he actually went through the thin fabric of her underwear to touch her, either…

“You’re such a fucking little slut.”

Her head pivoted to her left as she looked behind her as Mr. Bram chuckled evilly, whether in his own, sick amused way or otherwise. A cold feeling grabbed a firm hold of her as she shook rather noticeably as that same hot breath met her ear once more as words started to string together, forming sentences within her brain: “Remember, nine o’ clock sharp. Don’t you dare be late. Now go get that fucking dustpan and bucket already before I really lose my patience with you.”

Joanna forced herself to stand upright as she nearly lost her balance and fell over, thanks to those damn black stiletto heels he required all of the girls to wear. However, she did her best to pull herself together as she scrambled out of the room and scurried away to the kitchen to gather materials that would help her clean up a mess that she didn’t even make in the first place, as it always was.

Smoothing her dress out and feeling rather disgusted with herself, Joanna turned a smooth, gold doorknob that allowed her access to a storage closet with cleaning supplies well packed inside of it. Her fingers slipped around a delicate, slightly rusted chain and as her elbow bent, a pale light met her vision as she now easily located the dustpan, a broom, as well as a bucket with a thin layering of dust caked around the handle along with a sponge which was placed inside of the bucket. Sighing, the maid closed the door and checked over her shoulder to make sure that she would be left alone in her cleaning process. To her great relief, her master had left and had probably retired to his private quarters for the day, much to her delight.

Walking swiftly to the sink and thrusting the bucket under the faucet, the girl couldn’t help but cower on the events that would probably ensue this evening. If one thought Sir Jarrod Bram was bad enough in the day time, this was nothing compared to what would overcome him at nightfall. He always had her meet him in his room at exactly nine o’ clock every evening, without fail. And when he would finally emerge from the shadows to show himself to her, his face would be entirely cased behind a latex hood. He would even go through the trouble to acquire long gloves, boots, a small, tight-fitting tank top, and even a G-string, all made of the same latex material. Her master was truly sick, a pervert, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Once she felt that the water level was high enough in the bucket, Joanna turned the handles on the sink so that the water ceased falling and came abruptly to a halt. Tucking her hair swiftly behind her ears, and after coming to the realization that her cheek had finally stopped bleeding, she staggered into the den as she placed the cleaning materials onto the floor as she started to set to work.

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Nine o’ clock that evening came perhaps a little too fast for her liking.

Joanna stood outside of her master’s very door as she stared down at the ground feebly. She was truly scared right now. It seemed that every time her master called her up here, the punishment got worse each night. She honestly didn’t know how much more she’d be able to endure before she just went crazy and buried herself alive or something, but she would do her very best to stay strong. She had no one to be strong for, granted, but she at least wanted to stay as strong as she could for the sake of her own well-being. Her master didn’t like weakness anyway…

Her clenched fist came into contact with the smooth wooden door as her knock broke the silence, causing her to flinch until she finally drew her hand away, preparing for the very worst.

“Come in, Joanna. I know it’s you.”

She paused, his very voice causing her heart to stop cold as she remained silent in the shadows, wanting to hide here and even blend in with them, but if she was so much as a minute late, then the master would give her hell to pay. Might as well get this over with…

Tears rolled down her pale face as she turned the handle and walked inside, closing the door and locking it behind her as he would have well preferred. She raised a hand discreetly to her lips as she gently bit down it, doing her best to hold back a sob and praying silently that he would not hear it.

“Come here,” a sharp voice demanded.

Joanna felt weak in the knees, like she was going to fall over if she dared to take a step. Nausea cradled her stomach as her teeth chattered gently, though she made sure this would only be loud enough for her ears alone. Still doing her best to hold back tears, she buckled one leg forward and then the other until she took about ten steps before stopping altogether. Even though she could not see him right now, she knew her master was somewhere in the shadows before her…

“Did you do what I asked you to?”

The floor suddenly becoming more interesting to her, she obeyed and looked down at it, as the feeling of embarrassment claimed her again. Biting her lip, she nodded ever so gently. She wondered for a moment if her master would even see this, but she was quite sure he had. He had very keen senses…

“Good.”

Even though she couldn’t see it, she could feel him smirking in a satisfied manner. Joanna closed her eyes and pretended to be somewhere else, preferably back into her own personal quarters where she wouldn’t be bothered ever again, but she knew deep inside her heart that would be just too good to be true. As her eyes snapped open, she realized the thought simply was too good to be true as something hot and sharp lashed out at her taut flesh, thrusting her into harsh reality itself. Again the cruel bite of the whip met her skin as she cried out, seeing thin streaks of blood on her upper chest and arms glistening menacingly in the moonlight.

She cried out in surprise as her back came crashing against one of his bedroom walls as quick hands tore her dress off like it was made of mere tissue paper. Left standing in only her underwear and her high heels, she turned her head, afraid, as she sobbed a little harder.

“Let’s just see how good of a job you did, then…”

Ocean blue orbs widened dramatically as her white, frilly panties were literally torn off of her body. She inhaled sharply and bit her lip, staring up at the ceiling helplessly as cold, gloved fingers toyed with her sex and spread her well apart. Her eyes widened even further as she saw him reach for a razor, the old-fashioned kind with a long handle and blade, mainly used in the olden days to shave men at barbershops. The object brushed up against one of her puckered outer lips as she hissed through clenched when he started applying more pressure with the razor.

“You missed a spot,” he noted casually, as he stared up at her through his latex hood dangerously. He smirked and even laughed in an evil, amused manner as he flicked his wrist hard, causing the outer fold he was messing with to be sliced cleanly open.

Joanna did her best to hold back a scream as she instead clamped hard down upon her lip, so much in fact that she started to taste her own crimson essence. She hated him. She loathed him. She truly wanted him to die right now. Why did he do this to her? Why did he treat her so horribly and all the others so much better?

Mr. Bram stared up at her in an annoyed manner as the sound of water dripping and splattering on the top of his enshrouded head grasped his attention. Apparently she was crying so much and so hard that her tears were starting to roll down her face before landing directly upon his head.

“Don’t fucking cry when you’re around me, you stupid bitch. YOU HEAR ME!? And don’t you even fucking cry on me. I don’t want your filthy tears, cunt.”

The words that spilled from his lips made her shift uncomfortably, but she knew better than to even consider making a sound.

His fingers probed at and rooted around inside of her for a while as a wry smile formed upon his covered mouth. He examined them closely after removing them and noted that she was positively moist, which enthralled him to no limits. His knees buckled as he slowly rose, bringing himself to his full height as he stared at her as a hand shot out and held hers firmly above her pretty head. He leaned close to her again and whispered into her ear: “It’s funny how you appear to be so tortured and in so much pain that you aren’t enjoying yourself, yet I see this.” Joanna stared in horror at the pre-cum that tainted his latex-covered fingers. She hated being near him and she definitely did not like these nighttime antics, but her body always defied her, no matter how hard she tried to resist. She was truly ashamed of herself, to say the least.

“Why don’t you make that filthy little mouth of yours useful, hmm?”

Joanna let out a cry of utter surprise as the brunette was forced to her knees, knowing what was about to take place. She recoiled at the very sight of him, semi-hard and menacing. Her eyes wandered up and met his, as he also preferred, as she let her jaw relax as best as she would allow it to before opening her mouth. She was not surprised, however, when he thrusted forward rather hard, shoving his entire length down her pathetic little throat. She choked and gagged horribly as tears burned at the rims of her eyes as he wouldn’t slow down. He kept a firm hold on her head as she was forced to take him in repeatedly as he shoved himself in and out of her mouth harder, faster… Joanna truly thought she was going to throw up and could have sworn her throat was on fire, bleeding even. Once he had finally removed himself from her after what felt like hours, she did, in fact, throw up all over the place, unable to control herself any longer. He smacked her hard across the face as she struggled to gasp for air. Once she had finally shown her sweaty, tortured, yet strangely beautiful face to him at long last, he released directly into her face, without giving her so much as a warning. Blinded and violated, she started to cry silently. She would have just screamed her heart out if she could, but she seemed to have temporarily lost her voice.

“BASTARD!” she finally hollered at long last, though she did not mean to say this out loud. When she had come to the realization on just what she had done and how severely hurt she would probably become for doing such a thing, she tried to beg with him, plead, though she wasn’t how much good it was going to do…

“I’m sorry, my lord! I didn’t mean it! I really didn’t, I-”

She should have known that begging was not going to get her anywhere.

“You fucking BITCH! How dare you have the nerve to call me that! AND YOU ARE ONLY SUPPOSED TO SPEAK WHEN YOU ARE TOLD! I give you permission to speak, ME!!”

And with that being said, he punched her, not hit her like a slap, but he actually mustered all of the strength he possibly could and punched her, and hopefully if would be hard enough to break her fucking jaw, the little whore. He was so infuriated with her that he lost every ounce of patience as he grabbed the blade he was toying with earlier and jammed it carelessly inside of her.

An ear-piercing scream flew out of Joanna’s lungs as she screamed like never before. She wanted the windows to burst, for the glass shards to kill every living thing in sight, yet she wanted to have someone far, far away hear her desperate plea for help, though she knew no one was going to save her, not even the maids that she did work with.

“SHUT!”

Thrust.

“THE!”

Thrust.

“FUCK!”

Thrust.

“UP!”

Thrust.

“YOU!”

Thrust.

“FUCKING!”

Thrust.

“BITCH!!!”

Joanna couldn’t take it anymore. She screamed to her sick heart’s content as Sir Bram continued to force that cursed razor in and out of her like it was some damn sex toy. Her poor insides were being ripped apart and mangled. She wanted to die. Never before did she have to endure something so horrible, so painful that she wanted her life to end this very second. She could feel the blood flow freely out of her as hunks of skin and gore slid and tickled against her very legs.

“KILL ME!! FUCKING KILL ME NOW!! I NEVER ASK FOR ANYTHING, BUT DO THIS FOR ME, PLEASE!!”

He laughed coldly at her desperation.

“Is that what you really want?”

“YES!!”

“Then do it yourself, bitch.”

He hadn’t even bothered to take the weapon out of her. No, instead he just shoved it up even further inside of her as he stood up and approached his bed, taking off his latex hood and other accessories gently before changing into clean boxers. He pulled back the covers to his bed with care before submerging himself underneath the satin sheets for a moment as he propped up his head with his right hand and started to watch his beloved Joanna from across the room. He caught a glimpse of her in the moonlight as she had managed to get the blade out of her and, sobbing manically, she pressed the deadly item against her throat. The sound of her screams echoed loudly throughout his vast quarters until an eerie silence fell at last. This comforting him and satisfying him all the same, Sir Jarrod Bram smiled a wide, toothy grin as his eyes fluttered to a close as he fell into a deep, sound sleep.