; ; Emma cleaned the ashes from the fire place in the ; main room. Having done this she took the ash bag, ; getting heavy as she balanced it, her breasts moving ; beneath her as she did. She continued to clean the ; other fire places through out Sir Desmond's home. ; Her pale skin showed briefly against the spark of ; flame in the fireplace, her rosy cheek did not ; betray her ailing health, nor her naturally ; rosy lips. Her hazel eyes were clear, with long ; brown lashes. She put new wood in some of the ; fire places and lit them for the cold night ; before retiring herself.
; ; It was on a night like this eighteen years ago she had ; been born. Her mother alone, her father had died on ; a naval vessel. Her mother had put her in The Service ; as they called it, to Sir Desmond when she had been but ; five. Emma had lived in the home since then. Growing ; from kitchens helper, to scullery maid, to full house ; maid with age and skill.
; ; She'd never seen her mother again. She could only hope ; her mother had survived. Life was tough for the underclass. ; Emma made certain her light brown hair was back beneath ; her maids cap. It was always fitting she appear neatly.
; ; She felt another great spasm of pain that caught her breath. ; No good complaining. Though Lord Desmond was a good man, ; he would not pay for a servant who was ill and could not ; do her job. If Emma let on she was ill, she would be worse ; off in the cold, poverty stricken.
; ; She went to her small maids room. It was all hers, the ; promotion of scullery maid to full maid had given her ; maids quarters rather then to share with the lower staff. ; She went to bed, undressing from her uniform, her ; short saque backed jacket, petticoat, apron and ; clog covered shoes. On went the flannel nightie that ; had been a Christmas gift from his lord ship to all ; of the female servants of a certain age and class.
; ; Had she been of a wealthier class her fine womanly ; figure would have brought more notice. Rather then ; hide it, binding with cloth and dull clothing, she ; would have celebrated with fine dresses, make up ; to accentuate her lips, perfume to entice. Her ; breasts would have proudly been shown forward with ; a gown, her find rump shown to it's best advantage. ; But she was not of a wealthy class. She was a ; poor servant, meant to work, not be put on ; display or pampered.
; ; The room was cold and the pains in her body began to ; spread to her joints as she went into the small bed ; that was hers. His lordship did not approve of the ; waste of coal, so she had none to heat her room. She ; covered herself with blanket and coverlets, waiting ; for her body heat to build up and make her warm. She ; tried to think of the blankets like the protecting ; arms of a lover. Her nipples were cold and stiff, ; her vaginal hole felt cold, wet with forbidden juices. ; Thoughts she should not think in Sir Desmonds house.
; ; She tried to dream there was no pain. A dream where ; life might have purpose beyond keeping his lordships ; house clean. Where a man might look at her as a ; woman, not a servant. Might smile at her, might ask ; her to dance as she had seen ladies dance, might wish to ; embrace her.
; ; At eighteen Emma was still a virgin. Lord Desmond was ; very strict in the behavior of his servants. Emma did ; not wish to chance loosing the only secure home and position ; she'd ever known. others had, they'd been sacked, thrown ; from the house and none had seen them since. Who knew ; if they found other work, or lay starving on the streets ; of London.
; ; For many nights she had almost sworn she had heard a voice ; call to her in the night. Impossible she thought, but then.... ; The warmth of the blankets keeping in her body heat allowed ; her to find escape from the pain in sleep. In sleep she ; heard again a voice. A distant voice, a voice from outside ; the household of Sir Desmond.
; ; "Emma" the voice called out. A rich voice, a mans voice called ; to her. She awoke from her deep sleep to hear herself clearly ; called now. She dreaded the cold of the night as she pulled ; aside the covers. The cold hit her, driving air from her ; lungs and stinging her nipples.
; ; She found slippers and a cover gown for decency sake to ; look for the voice. She put on her cap and put up ; her hair. Let it not be that she be caught looking ; so unseeingly. The voice, it was not Lord Desmond, and ; he had no guests staying over.
; ; "Emma" the voice called again. "Emma, come out to me, ; come out and I will take away your pain. Sweet, ; sweet pleasure shall by yours in it's place."
; ; The voice was so clear, she wondered no others were awakened ; in the house by it.
; ; "They can't hear me Emma. Only you can. Your dying Emma."
; ; "No" She said with clenched teeth, a tear streamed down her ; left check. "It's just a pain that will go away, that's all" ; she exclaimed.
; ; "No Emma, it's not going away. It will get worse, oh so much ; worse. But I can help you Emma. that is my gift. A predators ; gift to my prey, but a gift to give none the less."
; ; "Prey" she envisioned wolves surrounding a lamb, ripping and ; tearing.
; ; "I can take the pain, give you joy, give you pleasure. Isn't ; that better then dying alone. You know despite all of your ; loyalty and hard work, they will throw you out to die alone, ; in pain on the cold streets."
; ; She was temporarily blinded with tears. Her long fingers, ; nails short from hard work, clenched. The voice spoke ; truthfully, she didn't want to admit it. The pains were ; getting worse. How much longer could she hide it. Sir ; Desmond would not pay for her to do nothing. She would ; not have her nice room and bed with covers when she was ; dismissed.
; ; "Come to me Emma. I can make it good, so good, has anyone ; ever loved you Emma?"
; ; It seemed a low blow for the voice to say this. At ; eighteen she was still a virgin. Now knowing that death ; had staked a claim on her with the increasing pains made ; it a nightmare.
; ; She sobbed, the tears coming now in torrents.
; ; "Come to me Emma. You won't be sorry. I keep my promises, ; I pay for what I take. It will be good for you Emma."
; ; She found herself walking down the hall to the side door of ; the kitchen. She opened the door a blast of cold air ; seemed to wake her from the spell. She hesitated, closing ; the door on the outside cold.
; ; "Come Emma, just a little ways more. Just step out to ; me in the night."
; ; She felt horror at what she had almost done. Something ; was out there, it literally wanted to eat her. Emma's ; stomach felt as if a knife was cutting from within, ; her chest grew tight and her heart skipped a beat.
; ; "It's a choice Emma. Not everyone is given such a choice, ; but I like you Emma. I've watched you and want you. Want ; you to have something special in the last of your life, ; and your death. Come to me, cross over the threshold ; and come to me of your own free will."
; ; Free will, that was it. The creature wanted her of her ; own free will. Was it unable to come in for her?
; ; "Emma," the voice sounded calm. "I could come in for you, ; but this should be YOUR choice. How often have you had a ; choice Emma?"
; ; How often? She hadn't really. She'd no choice where or ; to who she'd been born. She'd no choice in being given ; to Sir Desmond as a servant in training at five. This ; had been considered a good move by her poor mother, one ; to keep her alive, with a future of some kind.
; ; Now she had a choice. If she stayed, she would be ; discovered. She would be dismissed and she would ; easily go through her last wages and die alone in poverty.
; ; If she went out to the voice? It was a choice.
; ; She opened the door, the cold came in, she braced herself ; and went out. The door closed behind her, locking. She ; had left the world of being Sir Desmond's household maid ; behind.
; ; In the cold of the night, fog swirled about, obscuring ; much. Gaslight illuminated bits of the street and walk ; way towards the front to the carriage house.
; ; "Emma," the voice now very near. She felt strong arms ; embrace her from behind. Hands upon her shoulders, massaging ; her shoulders, whispering in her ears, the lips lightly ; touching her check with a kiss.
; ; The pain seemed to go away, it was gone all at once. Instead ; of cold she started to feel warm. She relaxed, feeling ; safe, grateful the pain was no more.
; ; "I keep my word sweet Emma." The voice of her unknown benefactor, ; possible lover, predator. He continued to stroke and kneed her ; shoulders. She sighed, no one had every touched her this way.
; ; His arms continued down, finding her breasts, smoothing his ; hands over the fabric of her robe, over her bosoms.
; ; "Let's go some where more conductive to our purpose shall we?"
; ; "yes" she responded with a smile, relaxing, giving herself ; over to the pleasures.
; ; She found herself lifted, flying through the air. The ; house of Sir Desmond below, along with all the other houses. ; They were all so small beneath her.
; ; In the house of Sir Desmond a loud laugh of a man was heard. ; It awoke Sir Desmond and his staff. Sir Desmond demanded ; to know what was the cause. No one knew but the maid Emma ; was missing. A worry, as she was a good girl he knew, and ; Sir Desmond would summon the constable. A kindly act for ; such a man, for such a minor servant.
; ; The man carried her outside London to an old estate in ; partial ruin. to her surprise it was clean inside, ; and showed a magnifigance that made Sir Desmond's ; house seem a pauper. The main floor was inlaid with ; tiles of different colors, creating patterns. ; Had people once danced on this same floor?
; ; Her escort lit a torch and some candles, so could ; see him clearly now. He stood tall, gaunt with dark eyes, ; a hawk like nose, red lips and a ruddy complexion. His dark ; hair was curly and he was dressed in the manner of some ; foreign nobleman.
; ; He bowed to her. "Shall we dance?"
; ; "I don't know how." She had never learned, why would one ; teach a servant such things?
; ; He laughed. I shall show you. He took her arms and led ; her, they twirled and laughed together. She imagined that ; her night gown was a beautiful evening dress and for the ; first time she could remember, she stood nobly. her breasts ; pushed out, her back straight, she presented herself to him.
; ; When they finished he carried her up the stairs to a lavish ; wash room. A large tub of marble with water and rose petals.
; ; "For me?" She felt tears, no one had ever done something so ; for her.
; ; "All for you Emma, this is your night."
; ; He helped her undress. She no longer felt shy, but adventurous, ; as he slipped the robe and gown from over her fine smooth ; body. Her took off her maids cap, her long light brown ; hair fell loosely, the candle light reflecting upon it in ; places like a mirror.
; ; He ran his hand through her hair, enjoying her soft smooth ; silky feel.
; ; "Your very beautiful Emma."
; ; "I'm not you know," she said tearfully.
; ; "yes Emma you are. Tonight you are a lady, my lady and ; none come before you."
; ; He kissed her on her lips, her face burned in a pleasant ; manner and a quiver of desire ran down her body. She ; felt moist between her legs, desiring him. His smell ; so different from her own, like musk.
; ; He put her in the bath tub, the warm water a welcome ; joy. He scrubbed her slowly, enjoying the feel of ; her flesh, of her enjoyment of him feeling her. It was ; a decadent pleasure, as he slowly massaged, ; scrubbed and wet every part of her.
; ; He took her out, drying her off with a soft towel.
; ; "Now lady to your bedding." He kissed her long this time, ; sweeping her up and carrying her to what strangely looked ; like a kitchen.
; ; "A strange place for bedding, my lord."
; ; "Ah, but you will be so much better for it."
; ; He smiled as he put her on a large counter. He ; undressed himself and she shyly looked. She'd ; never really seen a naked man before. He was well ; formed, curly dark hair upon his chest, his arms ; well muscled but not overly so. His fingernails ; and toe nails showed a high shine, his hands showed ; male perfection. His member long and straining, ; growing stiff before her. Two bits of round flesh ; behind his member she guessed to be what were called ; his balls.
; ; He started to massage her. Massaging her toes with his ; hands, then the heel of her foot, the total foot, then ; the other. He even kissed her feet and she found he ; licked them with his tongue.
; ; "Your very sweet Emma, so tasty a morsel."
; ; She found herself no longer fearing, wanting, wanting him, ; wanting him in her and to be devoured by him. It was ; like a strong wave washing away all prior restraints ; and fears.
; ; He massaged intently her calves, her soft tender thighs. ; At her vagina he spread her legs and massaged slowly, ; and for the first time in her life she felt an orgasm. ; He moved his mouth down to her crotch, kissing, then ; licking, his tongue going in and out to lap her vaginal ; juices. She felt his tongue over her clitoris, sending ; her to yet another orgasmic journey. He sucked hungrily ; then continued up.
; ; He massaged intently her hips, ribs and especially her ; breasts. She found another explosion of pleasure as ; he started to stroke, lick, then suck her nipples.
; ; He massage her face, kissing her all over, then ; turned her over. He started again at her feet and ; repeated the process, massaging her buttocks, telling ; her what a fine rump roast she had.
; ; He massaged the nap of her back and shoulders, then ; turned her to face up once more.
; ; Once more he started to stroke parts of her body, ; exciting her, causing her to feel wet again. This ; time he lay on her, his legs wrapping about hers. ; She felt his member start to enter her, then draw ; back, enter and draw back. She begged him to take ; her, wanting him fully in her.
; ; He came into her vagina, his penis penetrating ; once and for all her virginity. A small moment ; of pain and then the pleasure started to build. ; She had never so vocalized as a servant, giving ; vent to her natural pleasure.
; ; They lay together quietly, his member unmoving ; inside her.
; ; "Now I must get you ready for dinner."
; ; "Dinner," she said pleasurably?
; ; He moved off and out of her. She felt empty.
; ; "Don't worry, I'll stuff you with some nice stuffing ; mix. Did you every help with the kitchen staff?"
; ; "I was a kitchens helper then a scullery maid before ; becoming a household maid."
; ; "Good, good, have you a favorite recipe?"
; ; She told him of the turkey they had made, how they ; stuffed it and it has smelled so wonderful.
; ; "That is how it shall be with you."
; ; He put tubes up her anus and vagina and warm water ; flowed up. He played with her nipples all the time, ; making it a most pleasurable experience.
; ; Then he removed the hair from her body and her nails, ; to her surprise they came out with no pain.
; ; "Did I not promise you my gift was to take from you ; your pain?"
; ; She smiled at him. It was indeed his gift, that and ; to take away the fear or horror. She felt so happy, ; wanted this, wanted him to consume her.
; ; He rubbed her down with sweet churn butter, coated her ; with savory herbs. He slowly stuffed her with bread ; crumbs, diced onions, garlic, mushrooms and seasoning, ; stuffing her anus and vagina full. Her stomach looked ; fat, filled now with stuffing.
; ; He put a carrot up her anus to plug the stuffing in, ; and a large potato in her vagina with a metal rod for ; a temperature reading. To her surprise he touched a ; button on the rod and it started to vibrate the potato ; in her vagina in a most delightful manner.
; ; "You will find it a most enjoyable experience baking."
; ; He put her in a oven pan that seemed to fit her body ; exactly. She couldn't move, but really didn't want ; to as he kissed her forehead and put a large onion in ; her mouth.
; ; Into the oven she went. It was warm with the vibrating ; potato giving her pleasure as she baked.
; ; At some point the potato became soft and the vibrations ; stopped. She fell asleep, awakening only as he took ; her out of the oven to marinate her in her own drippings.
; ; She saw steam rise from her, noticed her skin was darker ; and that there was a delicious smell.
; ; "It's you, you smell delicious Emma. How are you feeling?"
; ; With the onion in her mouth she couldn't talk, but tried ; to let him know she felt wonderful, warm and perfect.
; ; There was no pain, only the nice warmth through out.
; ; He put her back in the oven. She fell back asleep.
; ; When he took her out next, he basted her but then put ; her on a platter. She was surprised she was still alive ; and fully cognizant.
; ; The platter he put her on was huge, with gold and gems ; decorating it's out edge. She'd never seen such a beautiful ; serving platter.
; ; He laid her out on the platter, her fine breasts thrown ; forward, her rump up, her legs and thighs spread. Her ; skin was a golden brown, juices dripped from her. She ; knew she was now the main course, finer then the turkey ; she'd help prepare in Sir Desmond's house. He put ; a fine linen napkin on and proceeded to nibble the flesh ; from her left foot. It was a slow dining process. One ; should not hurry the finer things in life.
; ; She was still strangely able to feel. She felt his teeth, ; his tongue tasting her as he slowly consumed her. There ; was pleasure when his teeth chewed upon her, pleasure ; as his tongue ran over, tasting her.
; ; He complimented her on her flavor and hoped she enjoyed music. ; He put on a victrola and she heard such fine beautiful music ; as hour after hour he continued to feast upon her. He consumed ; her feet, her muscular calves, the soft tender thighs, her ; smooth stomach. The fine rump, he took his time, teasing ; before he consumed her clitoris and vaginal region, the ; fine vaginal lips most tasty.
; ; Her breasts, her arms, it was only upon eating her lungs ; that life perished from her.
; ; She drifted slowly above her body, looking down on the ; mostly eaten form that had been her. She could see now ; what must have been stomach cancer. He had indeed spared ; her a horrible death. Wondering what was next she followed ; a wonderful warm light and left behind this life.
; ; Sir Desmond's report to the police brought no result. She'd ; probably run off with a lover they told him. These lower ; class types couldn't be trusted you know. Sir Desmond to ; his credit worried that the girl had met with foul play, ; but as no body was found and no clues found, nothing came ; of it. The maid was forgotten and the household ran with ; a new maid, adjusting to her, her to the household.
; ; If anyone had ever bothered to look at the disappearances ; of women in that area of London, a pattern would have emerged. ; But they would have to have noticed that pattern, to notice ; they would have to care, and no one did.
; ; The predator that had once long ago been a man lay back ; relaxing, digesting his meal. It was always a pleasant ; feeling, warm and full. He also remembered the joy on ; their faces, the pleasure, sometimes the deep gratitude ; when it was truly bad. He couldn't help what he was. ; But he tried at least to be a good predator, and ; he offered his prey something society never did. He ; wondered because of this, if he was the monster or society.
; ; At least with him, women had a choice. ; ;