The dazed look in Lea's eyes came to focus as Jamie offered their explanation for what she had experienced. "I don't think so." The redheaded professor's temper flared briefly as her patience with this game was quickly coming to an end. "She's alive, but they are going to...hurt her." Feeling that Jamie was perhaps somehow part of whatever scheme was afoot she tried to pull away from the girl's grip, though she was stronger than she appeared.
Turning towards Spender as if for help she blinked her bright eyes as if trying to clear the fog from her mind. "We don't have time, we must save her." There was as much fear in Lea's voice as determination as it was still unclear to the woman whether she was saving someone. "It isn't a game at all, are you going to help me or just stand there?" It seemed the hands on her arms were more holding her back than pulling her forward, but the tension was all the same.
The young redhead struggled physically against the two henchmen but went still other than a tremble as the master of the house looked at her. Had her hands been free she would have covered the sight of her ample cleavage as his eyes seemed to bore into her. She was certain he could see right into her soul. She wanted to look down in shame, the sisters at the orphanage had taught her that stealing was a mortal sin, but the master made her look up at him. Her eyes were big as saucers as he weighed the evidence against her for all to see. All her hopes and dreams felt as if they were going up in flames, that she would burn in hell for her sins. Little did she know what was truly in store of her.
She focused upon the letter opener that looked more like a knife as he held it aimed at her. Would he really murder her for those few coins? He had so much and she had so little. She held her breath as he brandished the knife but instead of it piercing her flesh she heard the torn cloth of her maid's uniform. She felt the cool air of the room upon her naked flesh along with the hot stares of the men who looked upon her in ways she had never experienced. It was frightening, but also a little...erotic. She felt a warmth deep in her core that only confirmed her own sinful nature. Her nipples responded to the master's use of the flat of the blade, she was beginning to think she knew what was to be expected of her. She was wrong.
"No, I'll be agreeable, I promise." She begged but she had little idea of just what agreeable meant to these men and certainly not the master. She went silent as she watched him reveal his hardened member and stroke it openly. She had never seen a male cock before, such things were only for a marriage bed, the sisters had warned her of male wickedness.
She struggled again as her wrists were bound but it was all for naught, they were too strong for her alone. She felt the tension of her weight placed upon the hook in the ceiling, she had never felt so helpless nor so on display. He freed boobs swung heavily, sometimes out of time with her suspended body.
She went still though as James brandished a much sharper razor and the scissors. She wasn't expecting him to shave her pussy, but was dreadfully frightened he might slip so she did her best to hold still. It was easy enough as he trimmer her bush, but she squirmed as he lathered her up, she had touched herself there alone at night, but having someone else touch her, it was incredible.
She was too rattled to notice the efficiency of her fellow servants to realize they had done this before. Staying still to be shaved was again made more complex by Clause's work with the crop. She watched him warily, steeling herself to accept the sting of the crop and not flinch and risk getting cut in her most sensitive place. She panted breathlessly as he toyed with her already hard nipples, they ached from the attention. His slap caught her by surprise, her boob jiggled from the contact but her body stayed as still as possible. She was more prepared for the second strike, whimpering slightly as the strike landed upon her naked flesh.
Tears streamed from her eyes as Clause explained her submission. She calmed herself, looking from the servants then to the master. "I'll try." She whimpered as she hung helplessly. "I'm ready to submit...Master." She said as formally as she could manage from her precarious perch.
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