Struggle In Paradise [Randomthingslover1 & Boyo111]

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21 December, 2015
Dear Diary,
Destiny is a cruel being.One never knows how quickly it can change.You go to sleep, thinking that tomorrow you will wake up and do this and that, but then instead of your alarm you hear the sirens and one minute you have millions beyond reckoning then next nothing.Seems surreal right?

25th December, 2015
Dear Diary,
Christmas was supposed to be the day that all of us would be together. Dad had cleared his schedule, we had planned to decorate the tree together! Rhys had even bought the star.And luckily, we did celebrate it together. Unfortunately, it was with without a tree or wine, and with Dad behind the bars.

1st January, 2016
Dear Diary,
A month before people were begging me to come to their new year party, but now, nobody is even looking at me.Is it because of the fact that I am not the daughter of the rich billionaire, or perhaps, that Dad was a corrupt man.It doesn't matter but it just hurts.Seeing dad behind those bars, seeing Rhys cry at night-the walls of our new apartment are thinner than paper.I can hear him sobbing and he can hear me.I am trying to be strong.As strong as I can be.But I am drowning, with no one offering me a life boat.I need to find a job.A job which would not only pay my tuition but also my brother's fee.I might have to quit college. I dont want to.How can I? But Rhy can't quit school..

8th January, 2016
Dear Diary,
Mr.Cyril offered me a job.One that would not only ensure that I keep going to college, but also give me enough money to pay Rhys's fees and put away as saving.Only requirements, go to college, come back home with his son, dress as a skimpy maid and work there.I work there from Monday to Friday, From Friday afternoon to Monday morning I get off.But it's humiliating. It's embarassing.

10th January, 2016

Dear Diary,
I accepted the job.I had no other option..

17th January, 2016
Dear Diary,
It has been a week since I have worked here and I can't begin to tell you what kind of people live here.There are 10 maids, but I'm the only one.Others are maid sluts.They have no control over anything. These men, chauvinist dogs can do anything to them.I ca--" "​

"Kat, Master is calling you to serve dinner"A soft voice spoke, as Katherine closed her pen and safely hid her diary in her bag."I'm coming, Eva-Is everything okay?"Katherine asked, noticing the light bruising on her arm."Ye-Yeah.You should hurry"Eva sniffed, sitting on her bed in this cramped up maids room.She wore only an apron, something that came with being the maid slut.Katherine felt bad for her, as she tied her hair band, her brown wavy hair pulled into a neat low ponytail. She felt embarrassed due to her 'uniform' , a skimpy maid lingerie that changed everyday.Today it was a partial see through bra which pushed up her breasts, with a tiny skirt that ended just below her sex, revealing her black stockings clad leg with high heels.Sighing softly, she walked out, trying not to get lost.

There were three types of rich people.The one who were happily rich, the one who were corrupt rich like her dad and then the one who were the rich which abused their power like the Cyrills.Jacob Cyril, father of two, was one of the most richest and influential man this town had seen.Some why did he choose to live in the secluded wooded area of a small urban town.His answer was simple.To create his own personal heaven.His house, his riches, his sons-Everyone envied what he had.There were many rumours astray as to what happened behind the closed doors of his mansion.Some accused him of different kinds of depravity or simple snobbishness but not even in anyone's wildest imagination could they even reach the border of the depravity went there.

His green eyes flickered to the brunette walking hurriedly over to them.His newest doll to his harem. He had liked her at once when his son had recommended her.Seeing the way she muttered an apology and took the bottle of wine from the butler, he could see why both of his sons were enamored by her.Yet this doll lay unbroken, untouched, unattainable. He had still not made her their maid slut but he had managed to get her into that uniform.He could get her out of it.Till then, they had to keep their aacts under control, so as to not scare her away.It annoyed him, but it was a necessary evil.

"So, as I was saying, the tailor now has a bimbo measuring sizes! Imagine! The blonde is dumb as stick.She kept muttering sir, sir, and brushing her boobs against my chest! I just wanted to give her the cock she so craved, right up her ass."He laughed at his comment, his tone clear that the very idea of women working seeming repulsive to him.His eyes spotted her standing in that sexy lingerie and he could feel the frustration what both his son might feel.Just to tease them, with something they couldn't have."You have one job! And that is to keep our glasses full.Yet I see my son's glasses empty.You disappoint me Katherine "He spoke, his expression turning stern.

Katherine was busy trying not to roll her eyes at the story he just told. How can he speak like that? What did he think women were for? Just breeding? What kind of an asshole thinks like this?His comment took her by surprise as she nodded, walking towards the men and pouring wine on their glasses.The very act was humiliating to her, but it was for her brother. Her grey eyes didn't look at either of the men as a naked woman came with a platter of buns for them.Katherine felt bad for her, as she sighed softly.

Paradise never lasted forever,not even for Adam and Eve.

 

[ShadowsLitany]

Damon rested an arm on the table, listening to his father go on again about some random woman. Always the same, unless he could fuck them, there was no use for them. It was like listening to some really old man go on and on about how weak and useless women were, but with a porn twist. Growing up in the mansion they'd always been surrounded by nothing but hot young women, and as he got older and started to really look at them he found an advantage to it. He could touch them, use them, as he wanted, and no one complained. Damon never even recalled who the first one was, she'd looked hot bent over in the den with that short skirt and no panties, his cock was out and inside her before he knew it. Neither one of them said a word about it, after that his father was more open about his sexual urges, though as happens when listening to your father talk about his cock, it eventually became boring.

"Why not just hire her then?" He threw the comment out there, sometimes it was bear baiting, he wanted to see what would happen, but mostly it passed the boredom that had settled over life. His eye kept going over to Katherine though, she was hot and for once, the maid costumes actually accentuated her figure, when she came by he stared, feeling his cock stiffen in his pants. They weren't to touch her yet, so it would have to be some other one.

Watching the wine pour in his glass, slowly filling it he ran a hand up the back of her leg and stroked her soft ass cheek, being one of the richest and most popular guys in town you learned to listen and hear things. Finding out about Katherine's father and his troubles gave them a great opportunity, one of his better suggestions to his father. He looked forward to having her around. Though he would admit it was going to be hard to wait.

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Malcolm speared another asparagus stalk on his fork, taking a moment to watch its limp length curve as he lifted it from the plate. Slightly overcooked again, he'd have to have a word with the chef again. For someone who could supposedly open a four star restaurant, this was just a food tragedy. Looking up as Damon spoke he could hear the edge in the voice, his younger brother was stuck in some post adolescent ennui that pissed off their father when Damon began questioning things that were said at the table. It was as if Damon did not like the money, the mansion, their position, the power, and most of all the maids. His brother used to love it all, becoming a big, tall young man with the square jaw that most women pined over.

"Maybe you should buy the shop and then you can," Malcolm helpfully suggested.

His eyes followed their newest addition across the room, following her with a predatory gaze as she teetered around the table with the wine bottle she filled up his glass. As Damon had done, Malcolm slowly ran his hand up her leg. Katherine was some classmate of his brother's, it felt nice to have some college piece of ass in their house. To be used. As his hand ran up the side of her ass he squeezed hard, wondering if she would yelp and spill the wine. It was fun to watch the punishments later when that happened, though he wasn't sure if Katherine was past her break in period yet.

Before all the fun started their father had to give the word, the word was not yet given.

 

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Katherine could feel her disgust for the three men rise with every second that passed over with them.They had enormous wealth, almost too much for a suburban town.Their house -from the exterior as only few people saw It from inside- was like a resort, with a pool bigger than the town one.Yet, the Cyrills were so inclusive, some suspected they were involved with some mafia, but now she knew why they were this inclusive.What made these women sign up as maid-sluts? She had wondered each night here, her heart filling with sympathy.Yet when she asked any of them, none of them answered.

Little did she know,they all came in just like her, as maids, and were later trapped as maid sluts.

She stood next to Damon, filling his glass with the wine, not looking at him.They had never been friends, even though they were classmates.She had approached him before, quite number of times but he had always pushed her apart.She had just settled for the fact, that he hated her.Thus, when he had offered her this job, she was more than surprised. Now, not so much, however his intentions was still a mystery to her.

Her eyes flickered down to his hand, as it crawled up her thigh.Wasn't it humiliating enough to do these tasks, but have him act so perverse? And, she didn't remember touching being in the contract.Controlling her mouth, she walked away from him, going over to his brother to fill his glass.They both were undoubtedly handsome, tall and brooding.They liked mystery so much that they had become one.If she had met them in any other place than here, she would have definitely pursued them.If only things had been different. When he touched her, groping her ass, Katherine lost it

"I'm sorry"She interjected, not sounding sorry at all."There was no touching in the contract.I ne-"A loud crashing sound was heard.Katherine gasped, seeing the china plate break into a million unjoinable pieces."Oh My God.."Katherine looked horrified.She felt it touch her but she didn't think it would fall like this.Jacob hid his smirk, pressing a hand loudly over the table."Katherine"He spoke firmly, his green eyes sparkling with fire.

"Do you know how much that single piece cost? 1000 dollars.Yes, you heard me right because that was a plate from my rare china.Your useless ass bumped into it, while you were speaking.You have not cost me a mere thousand dollars but several thousand for now my set is ruined.Do you think you have the power to refund me the sum?"He asked, his eyes boaring in her.Katherine gulped, looking at the plate."I-I am sorry..I didn't mea-"Jacob cut her off again."I asked, do you have the power to refund me the whole set?"He yelled, making her look down.

"No sir"She whispered, feeling embarassed."Remember that when you speak next time."He got up, his hands grabbing a fistful of hair of the girl who was sucking him off under the table.She was naked, with cum covering her face."I am a generous man.I'll just cut off the cost of the plate"Only Damon had seen him pushing the plate off the table, instead of it falling off due to Katherine. He left with the girl, leaving Katherine with his boys.

Phase one of his plan was completed.Phase two will be soon.

He knew now the his sons could be as cruel as they wanted with other girls. Just not with Katherine, until phase two would be complete.The more they scared her, the more quicker phase two was completed.Phase one was bowing the seed.Phase two was getting her scared enough to want to quit.Phase three, the final one was where she would become like any other whore.

Katherine cursed lightly, bending down to pick up the broken glass.She started to collect it, all the while cursing herself for the loss of money.She had dishes to do after this before she could go to bed.Her long brown hair flowed down the curve of her shoulder, as her grey eyes focussed on the glass, ignoring the two men.

 

[ShadowsLitany]

Damon stood, taking his glass in hand and looking down at Katherine. The skimpy uniform did not hide much, well really nothing at all, but that was the point. The maids were there to do their "work" as father said, and not much else. It was a pleasure to be served by a never ending line of young ladies, some more than willing to show it all for some cash. The others, the sweet ones, resisted. Katherine was like that. Father found the vulnerable ones, the ones who were not likely to break without some work. As his eyes travelled down her long legs while she squatted on the floor his cock became harder as he let his eyes linger on the curve of her ass.

Malcolm grinned at Damon, raising a glass in toast, "nice choice brother. Glad to see you still have a fine eye to appreciate beauty."

Damon reached over and clinked his glass, then sipped the thick, red wine. Katherine was going to be a sweet one, in anticipation he was going to have to visit one of the maids later, they couldn't touch her until father gave them the okay. Though the rest of the staff, were fair game. Coming around the table he sat on the edge, twirling the wine in his glass as he looked down on her. The way her hair spread like angel's wings over her back, the way her ass moved just so as she picked up the shards of china. If he could Damon would open his pants and jerk over her until he came, covering her back, or face. Depending on his whim.

"Thank you Malcolm," he took the compliment. His eyes never left her while she cleaned, but they talked about her as if she was not there. "I don't think I have seen the uniform look as good, I must say, I never thought Katharine had such a sweet, sexy body. All these years, right next to me, and I never knew."

Malcolm turned his chair loudly, the mock surprise echoed between them as Malcolm lowered his dark eyes. They watched her, her every movement and as they licked their lips and drank their wine, the two knew where their thoughts lay. "Sometimes the best surprises are right next to us."

"True, true. The best ones," they touched glasses again. The expensive crystal rang as the glasses touched.

Malcolm stood and a hand adjusted his hard cock, a slight stretch and he stepped around Katherine his eyes running over every exposed inch of her body. "This is too much excitement for me, I'm thinking of something a little exotic tonight. Maybe Maureen," Malcolm mused as he ran a hand over the breast of a maid who waited by the door. Damon knew who he meant, the little red headed maid, they'd broken her fully the other day. The two of them fucking her at the same time, ass and pussy, and then stretching her out to get both cocks inside her at once, the unspoken invitation was there.

Damon waved him away, "no thanks, I'm a bit busy. Maybe tomorrow."

 

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Carefully,Katherine's fingers picked up the broken glass,wondering how did she loose a 1000 dollars on this?She couldn't afford to loose money like this,espicially not after the humiliation she went through to earn it.The words echoed in her mind,as she swallowed down her pride,trying so hard not to burst.They were talking about her like she was a piece of object.She couldn't even begin to measure the amount of chauvanism and sexism this family had.It was no wonder,that no woman stayed beside them.If it had been upto her,she would have lashed out right now,if they had been any where else,in any other circumstances.Her job required her to be quiet,and so she was,doing the best she could.

She felt the two men come closer,as their glassed clicked and they laughed about her.The burning gazes and stares made her uncomfortable,as she tried to hurry as quikly as she could.Standing up when she was finally done,she pulled down her skirt,making it hide a tad bit more of her skin.Her plump breasts jiggled with her every move as she had no bra beneath to hold them firmly.Her grey eyes settled on Malcolm with Maureen,who looked petrified of him.But even the fear didn't make her flinch or move away from the man,as his hands crawled over her naked form.Katherine's heart filled with sympathy for the girl.She wanted to help her,to do something for her but all she could do was offer her a napkin to dab her tears while she lived in her own personal hell.

She took the broken glass,and turned to face Damon.Sudden anger filled her mind,as her pink lips formed a straight line.She had never held a high opinion about Damon.She had first bumped into him on her first day where he had quite openly advanced her.And when she had brushed him off,he had taken quite a disliking towards her.He was a player,and everyone knew it.Still girls jumped on him,despite his male chauvinistic and egoist nature,like he was some God.Whether it was the money,or his looks or whatever lies he fed them,they worshiped him.But she had never hated him,because she knew he was frank with what he wanted with everyone.The girls knew what they got themselves into when they eagerly jumped into his bed.But as she started to learn about his family surrounding,she was starting to hate him.Only if she knew,what she knew about him was the top of gigantic iceberg hidden beneath the cold lake.

"You disgust me."She hissed,flipping her hair back.When he had offered her the job,she had thought it was because of his good intentions or wanting to help her out.But she didn't know that he just wanted to insult her to the point of making her humiliated all the time.She threw a glare at Malcolm as if to say if was just the same,before she turned and left,going to throw the broken glass away.She walked into kitchen,ditching the glass before starting to do the dishes.

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Jason Cyril sat in his study,as his personal slut rubbed her breasts against his legs,her lips eagerly sucking his old cock like it was pure Nirvana.He called in the butler,who entered,not even regarding the woman who was pressed to his legs."Sire"He registered,bowing his head a little."Did you do what I asked you to?"Jason asked,his eyes arching up to the man who nodded in reponse."It is done."He answered,earning a grin from the man."Good.Go tell my sons that they can move to the phase two now."Phase two compromised of scaring the maids with depraved sexual acts that didn't involve any form of rape.However,the men knew the wonders a woman's body was without having to penetrate her.The boys usually started to have their way with the sluts.Making out,touching,toys-whatever they wanted to do with the maid until she got scared enough to come to Jason,wanting to quit.That's when Phase three started when Jason,instead of letting them quit,would blackmail them into being the maid sluts,ready to be used by everyone.

The butler nodded and left.He saw the two men sitting in the dining table,Malcolm fumbling with Maureen and Damon alone."Sire says the phase two for the new maid can be started.She can be taken into the playroom."He informed the two men.The playroom was like a dungeon,when the men felt espicially kinky.It was full of toys,bondage material and costumes for the maids.

 

[ShadowsLitany]

Malcolm pulled Maureen close to him, she still had a ripe, young body. Her breasts jiggled in the scanty top of the maid outfit, a hand reached in and pulled out a breast. Rubbing his finger and thumb on her nipples, wondering if she was broken enough to be excited for this. As if by reflex her hand reached down and began to stroke the growing bulge in his pants. Looking down into her emerald green eyes saw the last bits of what he liked in her, that fire that had stirred him on, she had been a pleasure to break in the playroom. Tied up and played with, denied an orgasm for so long until she gave in.

Now, within those eyes, was nothing. Looking away as he pulled his zipped down Maureen kneeled and began to suck on him. Mechanical, passionless, if he wasn't so hard and excited for Katherine he would have told her to stop. That fire was gone, Maureen was used up, he knew it. Letting her suck him almost down to the root, she knew what he wanted, deep throating him it was as if she just worked for the cum. Pulling his cock out he roughly pushed her against the table, raising the light skirt and in one motion his cock was buried in her ass as she merely grunted at the discomfort.

When the butler came in he turned and stopped, Maureen inhaled sharply as his cock was deep inside her ass and he held the position. Nodding as the butler mentioned that Katherine was ready for phase two, it was as if something stirred in him. Fucking Maureen's ass hard, the red freckled skin turning a light rose from his thrusts he looked over at Damon. "Do you want to bring her?"

Malcolm made the offer, knowing Damon brought her, by their unspoken rules she was his game first. Though he could try, so long as Damon made an attempt first, but if Damon failed Malcolm was more than willing to fuck the shit out of that little bitch. Pulling his cock out he pulled Maureen up by her long, red hair. "Taste your ass bitch," pushing her down held her head as he fucked her mouth, hard. "Just a little cumslut now aren't you? My own personal fuck bitch. Yeah, suck my cock and enjoy the taste of your ass. I hope you cleaned it up, I hate a dirty cock, you fucking little slut." The more he talked the more Malcolm felt himself get angry at how unaroused he got.

Maureen was usually such a sexy bitch, he loved getting off in her. Now, it was mechanical. Almost as if it was something to finish. "You're boring," he told her as he pulled his cock out of her mouth and pushed her back to the table. Bent over her ass and pussy were on display, he took a hole, it didn't matter which. "You're nothing now, just a hole to fuck. I could cut a hole in a pillow and fuck it, and its the same as you," he told her. Pulling her hair back and growling the words in her ear.

Fucking her hard and strong he reached around and roughly grabbed a tit, squeezing it hard as he fucked her hard and fast. Only a few minutes until he let himself go, he came in her pussy. Then pulling out watched the cum drip out. Maureen caught her breath and turned, curtsying slightly, "thank you sir."

"Oh my god, you suck," he told her exasperated. Pushing her away he tucked his slick cock back inside his pants. Looking over Damon was gone, he saw him disappear into the kitchen, taking Katherine's arm.

Following behind Malcolm sipped his wine as he heard Damon whispering to her, "time for you to clean one of the special rooms. There you better do a good job, or, well...you will see."

 

[randomthingslover1]

Katherine went to the dishes,her mind flooded with a lot of strange thoughts.She was scared of the things that went around her.So much of rape and so much of humiliation,she felt sick in this luxurious mansion.What kind of men were they and what monsters breeded inside their human bodies? The clattering of dishes hid Damon's steps as he came in the kitchen.She washed the dishes,keeping the basket as she quickly wanted to get over with this.Then maybe she could go and study a little.But the men had other plans for her.Quite horrific plans.

She jumped in surprise as Damon gripped her arm,causing her to turn.She raised her eyebrow at him,a little taken back by this."Alright"she merely answered,confused as to whag got both the brothers to be this excited about her cleaning another room.She walked out,letting them guide her up the stairs to the room.It was a room,she had never been in and when they opened it and led her inside,she gasped seeing what she saw.

The room was dark with dim lights and air conditoner.There was no bed,but that didn't scare her.It was all the other things in it that did.On a wall,four cuffs were hooked,as if to spread someone eagle on the wall vertically.On one corner,a horse stood like the mechanical ones she usually saw on t.v except right on the seat it had a giant dildo pointing upwards.On another corner,there was a chair which had strapped restrains and another big spiky dildo stood erect.There was a glass cabinet,that showcased numerous toys like trophies-nipple clams,vibrators,dildo's and many things she had never even seen.At that moment,Katherine realized she had just stepped inside their dungeon.

The room got her very scared,as she stepped inside,nervously looking around.Her fingers dug in her duster and she suddenly felt trapped with both the men behind her.They wouldn't rape her.She wasn't a maid slut."Wh-what do you want me to clean?"She asked softly,looking around as she walked in,her heart beating very wildly.