by Writing Shark
New Names for the Maids
Valerie Hoover stands numbly at the spot where Mister Winters put her before breakfast and contemplates the indifferent horror that plays out at the table where the family sits. With a matter-of-factness that frightens her to the core, the people there talk about her and her mother and decide their fate as if they were deciding what they wanted for dinner.
But she doesn’t run away. She has tried, down in her prison, the basement of the house. Mister Winters caught her and beat her. Then she tried again when they were led upstairs. This time her mother was even faster, pulling her hair and throwing her to the floor. After Mister Winters – she called him James only once and immediately regretted it – had beaten her again, he had tied Valerie and her mother together.
So the girl has to watch idly as the Winters family decides what her name should be from now on. A single tear runs down her cheek, she is too shocked to cry properly, then she looks at her mother. Grace Hoover smiles, but looks down at the floor.
“Miss Hoover, turn around” commands Alice, the oldest of the two daughters. Why Elise calls Mister Winters daddy Valerie doesn’t understand. Maybe she’s a victim, too. But she smiles too maliciously for that when Mister Winters punishes Valerie. Her mother follows the order immediately.
“She’s got a nice bum,” Gemma mutters.
“I bet the boys in our class always want to pinch it” giggles Elise. But it’s Alice who scares Valerie the most, she gets up from the table and walks over to Grace. Without hesitation, the girl grabs the woman’s butt and pulls her flesh up.
“Take your clothes off,” she says curtly as she examines the older woman’s body.
“Yes, Mistress Alice” Grace murmurs and immediately begins to undress. The chain clinks and Valerie watches with teary eyes what her mother volunteers to do. When she’s done Alice without hesitation grabs her, now naked butt again, widens her opening and – Valerie can’t see it but Mister Winters smiles as he can see into the teacher’s most intimate area.
“Wobbly butt?” asks Alice, looking to her father. He hesitates a bit.
“I don’t know yet,” he says. Alice just smiles, not feeling offended.
“Dad?” It’s Elise. Mister Winters nods. “It’s more humiliating when the letters are the same.” She glares at Valerie. “Daddyless dummy she used to call me” she resents. Then looks to her… Valerie realizes she’s not playing a game. She really sees Mister Winters as her father.
Oh my God…
“Alice, please do it… like this…” She shows Alice, who giggles and slaps Grace Hoover, her teacher, hard between the legs. A wet clap sounds, Grace cries out and jumps in the air. Elise laughs.
“Bouncy butt” laughs Alice happily.
“I like that” grins Mister Winters.
“Thanks, Master” breathes Grace, trying to stay wide-legged in the position she landed. “Mistress Alice. Mistress Elise.” Valerie watches as her mother, just like a stupid animal, only does exactly as she is told. Shocked, she takes a step back, but the chain prevents her from fleeing. And even if she can’t understand it yet, inside she knows that her mother will be the first to drag her back by her troad.
And then it’s her turn to get a new name.
“Elise, do you want to?” Alice kindly asks.
“Thank you Mistress Alice” Elise grins happily and comes over to Valerie.
“Take your clothes off,” she says like Alice.
“No.” Valerie’s eyes widen. It is a natural reflex and she’s glad not to be as broken as her mother. But she knows she’ll be in pain now. And Elise strikes immediately.
“Take off your clothes,” she says again in an ice-cold voice.
“N-no,” Valerie mumbles. “Elise please I’m so…” Another slap, and another slap. It hurts like hell.
“Take your clothes off you whore!” hisses Elise. Helplessly, Valerie looks to her mother. Grace just looks at her as she always did when Valerie contradicted her. No help will come from her.
“This is madness! Let me go and I promise no police…” Elise takes another swing, this time wide and powerful. But the scraping of a chair on the floor makes her pause. Mister Winters comes across the room.
“I’m sorry father,” Elise mutters. “I’m not as good as you.” Mister Winters takes the girl in his arms and Valerie senses her chance.
“Mom… please…” But Grace just ignores her. Then her world goes dark as the man’s massive body stands before her. Involuntarily, she flinches, doubles over, and turns her head away. Her black and white uniform rustles and she notices how she presents her cleavage to the man. Her hands shoot up to protect herself, she feels helpless and panics. But before her brain can react, Mister Winters has grabbed her. Two strong hands lift her up. Valerie tenses up in fear. Then he puts her down again. Then she feels warm, wicked fingers between her breasts and… Her frightened scream pierces the room shrilly.
“Never mind honey,” Mister Winters says to Elise, a large piece of cloth in his hand.
“But you broke the uniform… It was expensive…” Standing with her mouth open, Valerie watches as Elise, the fatherless girl whom Valerie always bullied, now snuggles up to the man. She feels a warm tear on her bare chest.
“You’re more important.” A tender kiss on her cheek.
“What… is… happening… here…” But Valerie is ignored, too shocked to cover her bare breasts.
“Tell us what her name should be. My beautiful daughter.” And Elise looks at Valerie, no hatred, just a peaceful expression on her face. Her eyes wander over the girl’s naked breasts that tremble with fear, just like her whole body. The rigidity of shock still lasts while Elise reaches out her hand, guides it to her nipples and….
Valerie doesn’t scream, can’t, in horror, as Elise pinches her nipples hard, lifting her breasts as Alice had done to her mother’s ass earlier. Grace watches her own daughter being abused by a strange family… and smiles when she sees Elise happy.
“I want to go home…” Valerie doesn’t realize she’s speaking her thoughts out loud, but is ignored anyway.
“Like this?” asks Mister Winters. Elise thinks while still holding her enemy’s nipples. It’s the first time another girl has touched Valerie but she doesn’t notice that either. Then Elise smiles and releases Valerie from her grip, but not without throwing her breasts down with girlish strength. Then she turns her head, rests it on the back of her neck and looks at her father, a happy expression in her eyes.
“I know.”
Writing Shark 