by Writing Shark
The new maid is trained
“I mustn’t forget to thank Mistress Alice.”
“That’s not going to happen. You’re clever.”
“Otherwise I’ll end up competing with Gemma in spanking. I don’t want anyone to think I’m ungrateful.”
“Hey.” Mister Winters reaches out to the girl Valerie now assumes is his daughter. His real daughter.
What’s going on… This is madness…
“Don’t think about the others right now. You’re important now.” The man leads the girl to the bed, puts her on it and holds her hands, kissing her tenderly. “You are my daughter, nothing can happen to you.”
“Thank you, Daddy. I love you.”
My God… Valerie feels sick.
“And I’m your father. And you deserve this.” Valerie watches the other girl lose herself in the man’s face, a satisfied, amorous smile on her lips. And then she turns to Valerie.
She, her mother, Elise and… her father are in the bedroom on the second floor. Grace stands against the wall in her flawless uniform, her skirt with the white ruffle at the edge pressing flat against the wall. Her daughter stands next to her, still naked, shaking all over, tears in her eyes.
“That bitch can wait,” Elise coos, shrugging her shoulders. “That bitch has been torturing me for years.” Then she turns back to her father. “Can I please make love to you? I want to be with you Daddy, to be your good little girl and make my new daddy happy.”
“If that’s what you want, then I’m here for you.” The two lovers kiss intimately, then Mister Winters slips Elise’s thin shirt off her slender shoulders.
“My God.” Valerie pulls her hands in front of her face. Then she cringes; the man’s words were clear. But before he can punish her she already gets a juicy slap from her direct superior that makes her head spin around.
“Maids only speak when they can be helpful” hisses her mother. Then she catches up again and Valerie realizes with resignation that Grace is enjoying finally being able to discipline her daughter. “And you’re not being helpful.”
“Well said Bouncy Butt” Mister Winters smiles over his daughter’s bare shoulder pressing her face lovingly against his body. He strokes her back as Grace resumes her position.
“Thank you, Sir.” With her new title, Grace has also gained a new form of respect to offer Valerie’s rapist. “For my name and the opportunity to serve you and your family.” As Elise tugs at his shirt, giggling and completely in her world, Mister Winters blinks at Valerie.
“Mom…” whimpers Valerie under his gaze. “Please… That’s madnAH!” Another slap.
“Thank your master. Say what I said.” Valerie just stares at her mother, shaking her head silently, wanting to wake up from this nightmare. Elise has now removed her father’s shirt and slides off his lap, giggling, then happily tugs at his pants while continuing to undress herself. So much naked flesh but Valerie seems the only one to notice. Never have she seen Elise so careless and happy, naked in front of a grown muscular man, embracing her femininity. Valerie doesn’t notice, misjudged happiness for madness. Grace raises her hand in warning.
“I’m sorry,” Valerie blubbers, then looks in panic at the master… Msiter Winters. “Thank you for m-my n-name… Sir.”
“Well?” Grace is not yet satisfied.
“And… And t-thank you… t-thank you…” Tears come and she sobs loudly and pitifully like a little child in front of a monster. Valerie feels weak and helpless and doesn’t understand the world around her, even if its the few feet of space the chain between her and her mother provides her. Then she cries out under another slap on her already sore and red cheek. “And thank you for letting me serve you and your family.” Then she bursts into tears, sinking to her feet beside her mother while Elise pulls down Mister Winter’s underpants. Through a veil of tears and between her fingers Valerie can’t avoid noticing the giant rod of flesh that hits Elise in her face, making her flinch and laugh out loud and happy. She opens her small mouth, inhales deeply, sticks out her pink, wet and twitching tongue and then…
“Well said” grins Mister Winters, one hand on his daughter’s rhythmically bobbing head. Slurping and sucking sounds fill the room while her hair is ruffled between his commanding fingers. Grace smiles while her student bobs her head on the cock of her captor. Valerie watches Elise giving a class-A BJ to the man like she has seen in the few pornos she has watched, secretly scared her boyfriend would be disappointed by her skills. Now she sees in numb shock how Elise does it, wild and sloppy and loud. She’s moaning like a whore while her pelvis rocks back and forth on an imaginary cock while spit and precum dangle from her ching. But in her eyes, Valerie has never seen such devotion in her life as Elise hummus and gargles on the cock and Mister Winters praises her like a student who has brought home an A+.
“Tell the master your name. We know that we servants are not very intelligent.” With this Grace puts Valerie back on earth. What’s this? She flinches but can’t avoid it. She’s wet. And she feels Elise stares daggers in her flesh, pumping the slimy cock with her hands, a string of spit connecting her with her daddy, staring at Valerie. She knows. And despite the grief, the fear, the wetness and the sheer horror of being trapped, Valerie blushes. She presses her lips together, almost choking on her tears and the grief that constricts her throat. Grace lunges again but this time her daughter is faster.
“Tiny Titts,” she wails, wincing at her mother who has a wild look in her eyes. “My name is Tiny Titts. My Gohohod… Thank you for calling me Tiny Titts Elise…” Then Elise turns her back to the kneeling girl and has more important things to do.
Her feet are lodged under her bare ass and wrinkle happily while she shoves her head on his dick, making her hair sway in motion.
“Ohmygod take me daddy! Take me! I’m your’s! Fuck your little girl! Please fuck your happy daughter! Fuck me daddy! Daddyyyyypleasefuuuuck… meeeeee!” Elise’s legs bob in the air, widespread they move tensely like two iron bars under the man’s hard and steady thrusts. Elise shrieks, curses and moans like a whore, but looks at her father as if he were the only man in the world, the only source of light and happiness. Her fingers trace red welts down his back and her hair lies wildly on the white pillow.
Valerie is too exhausted to feel anything else. Fear, horror and panic suffocate everything inside her. While next to her her mother tries hard to keep her hands, trembling with pleasure, under control, the girl the same age as Alice and Elise stares between the girl’s legs. For two hours her father has been fucking her mercilessly, making her sweat, moan and squirt. His long, wide cock never once leaves her twitching little body, whether he’s pinning her underneath him or balancing her above him. Cunt juice and cum trickle down between Elise’s butt cheeks onto the mattress. Female ejaculate wets the bedspread. Sweat and spit gum up her mouth as she rubs it off on the pillow as her father takes her from behind. The two ravage the bedroom, the whole house can hear them. But Valerie hears and sees nothing but Mister Winters. Only her fear of him penetrates her body.
“Water!” Without looking, he reaches out his hand. His voice wakes Elise from her bad dream. Her mother immediately starts to move, quickly but carefully grabbing a bottle, almost frozen from the refrigerator. If it was raw before, Mister Winters, the master, now guides the bottle tenderly to the lips of Valerie’s enemy. Greedy but feminine, Elise lifts her head, puckers her dry lips, sips the bottle, smiles gratefully and watches as Mister Winters nearly empties the bottle in huge gulps and pours the rest over his head. “More.” Nothing happens. He turns around. “More!”
“Move, you stupid useless piece of fuck meat and serve the Master!” her mother shouts, pushing Valerie toward the door. She has disconnected the chain somehow and holds it, want’s to beat her daughter if she isn’t moving fast enough. She doesn’t understand at first, but then she does. Panicked, she rushes out of the room into the hallway on autopilot, not noticing her sweaty nakedness. Just then Alice’s sister Gemma comes out of her room.
“Water!” Valerie almost shrieks. “I need water! Please!” Gemma tells her where the kitchen is and giggles. Little breasts bouncing hurting, Valerie storms down the stairs, hearing the gloating, girlish giggles of the younger sister.
As she yanks open the door to the huge refrigerator, panicking and checking the labels on the bottles, she still doesn’t notice. She finds the water, grabs it and storms up the stairs on bare feet. Halfway up, she loses her balance, falls down, bumps her knee, but yanks the bottle up. With her face contorted in pain, she hobbles across the hallway and into the room.
“Here, Sir.” She holds out the bottle to Mr. Winters. He extends his arm and Valerie winces.
“Good fuck puppet.” He pats her tear-soaked cheek. Then he guides the bottle back to Elise and himself while Valerie limps back to her old spot. Her mother Grace doesn’t say a word, doesn’t pay attention to her, just connects Valerie, selling her chance to escape again, a chance not even noticed.
But as Mister Winters takes his daughter again, more tenderly this time, cooling her hot body with the cool water, it strikes Valerie. While Elise giggles happily while her daddy licks her wet nipples, she realizes that she has successfully carried out her first order, not thinking of herself but of a… higher course. She didn’t think, she acted out of fear, she almost blew it. But she was not beaten.
And as the tongues of the Master and Elise lovingly duel, Valerie breathes a sigh of relief.
Writing Shark 