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The family's bitter, cunning butler catches a young teenage girl in the
midst of her fantasies, and makes her his.
Allison gaped, her pale skin flushing bright red as she tried to
cover her nudity from the slowly advancing butler. She stumbled back,
eyes wide, gaping at him as he moved smoothly forward.
`Now you're not embarrassed in front of me, are you, Miss Allison?
After all, we've known each other, you and I, for most of your life.'
He put his fingers under her delicate chin and tilted her head up.
Her eyes flickered rapidly from side to side, as though she couldn't
bear to rest them on him.
`I always knew you spent time down here,' he said. `I often spotted
you taking this path when I was using the back passage to the kitchen.
Oh yes,' he said at her look of surprise, `I know many of the passages
myself, including this one.'
He stepped back and again she dropped her chin, letting her hair
form a silken layer between them.
`I encountered you on another occasion, Miss Allison,' Michael
said, stroking the backs of his fingers along her hair. "It was on the
third floor, far in the north section where no one ever goes, back in
what used to be a guest bedroom.
`I was searching for an appropriate room which looked north, you
see, to set up my telescope to view Venus. But what I came across was a
different manifestation of the goddess of love.'
`It was you, Miss Allison," he said, "you had apparently stumbled
across a collection of old pulp novels and magazines, you know the ones.'
She looked up, stricken, then dropped her chin again as he chuckled.
`Yes, those ones. You obviously found them fascinating. You were
sitting on the floor with your back propped against the wall. You held
one of the novels open in your left hand as you...well, your trousers
were open and your right hand was down the front of them.
`To be charitable, let us say you were scratching an itch and er,
found it quite, quite satisfying.'
Allison's face burned as the man chuckled. She felt mortified at
the realization he had watched her.
`Did you like the novel about the butler?'
She started in surprise and he chuckled again.
`After I realized you were going through the books I planted that
one there for you. It's always been one of my personal favorites.'
He took her wrist, pulling it away from where it clutched her
opposite arm, pulling her away from the wall as he turned from her and
walked further into the room. She gasped as she tried to cover herself
with the use of only one arm.
`I always found the domination and submission aspects of human
sexuality thoroughly fascinating,' Michael said. "On the one side you
have the dominant personality degrading and dehumanizing his subject,
finding vigorous enjoyment out of mastery, and even pain, at the thrill
of subjecting another to pain free of guilt.
He pulled her over to an object which resembled an enormous barrel
set on its side. Manacles attached to heavy chains were bolted to the
floor and also set into the wall above and behind it.
`Now here's an interesting object and the subject of numerous
learned lectures I've heard and read," he said. "A variation of the
rack. Would you like to try it?'
She shook her head weakly but he ignored her, turning her and
pushing her back against the rounded side of the barrel. He smiled
gently as he lifted her wrist, then took the other, lifting that up as
well, forcing both of them up above her head and back behind her.
Allison cringed inwardly, her mind fluttering in helpless
embarrassment as she was totally exposed now to his gaze. She had not
altogether understood his intent, focused only on her own nudity and her
inability to now cover herself.
Michael easily pushed her hands up high, joining her slim wrists
together and holding them in one hand as he brought down one of the
manacles. He snapped it around her right wrist, and she immediately
lowered her left to try and cover herself as he screwed the manacles tight.
He chuckled then took her left wrist, lifting it up and back as
well, slipping the manacle around her wriggling wrist and screwing it
tightly in place.
He stood back and looked at her and Allison looked away, flushed
red as he examined her body. Her wrists were up and back behind her
head, her body bowed back, chest thrust out, breasts taut. She had
crossed her legs in a feeble attempt to cover herself from his eyes, but
he only smiled in amusement, then bent to open them.
He shackled her legs side by side into manacles chained to the
floor. They were only a foot apart but felt far, far wider to her since
she could not cover herself in any way now.
He stood back again, looking her up and down.
`Lovely. Quite, quite lovely,' he murmured. `Do you know how lovely
you look, Miss Allison? Do you understand how provocative and sensual
your present position is? How aroused and exited a man would find the
vision of you as you now stand, your firm, lush young body bathed in
flickering gold light, your breasts straining against your flesh, your
stomach tight and firm, your delicate pink nipples fully erect...'
Allison's mind was in turmoil. The feel the hard, cold metal around
her wrists shocked her, and being unable to pull herself free shocked
her even more. Somewhere, deep inside her she felt a hot rush of
recognition, of awareness that this was something she had always dreamed
of, this helpless bondage, and her loins throbbed as his eyes moved over
her naked flesh.
His hand slid along her throat, then gently caressed her chilled
flesh, easing down between her breasts to feel her pounding heart. He
held his hand there for a long moment, then let it glide lower, across
her firm stomach, then circling, easing up along her left ribs, leaving
a hot trail of fire behind.
His finger slipped along the underside of her right breast, barely
touching it then his full hand traced back, caressing the underside of
her breast slowly, sliding back and forth, back and forth.
Allison's breasts swelled with the touch, her nipples painfully
erect as her first sexual experience sent her dazed mind into orbit. She
pulled again and again at the shackles, but not with any real intent of
freeing herself. Her body trembled with barely suppressed excitement as
Michael caressed her.
`The sight of you is deeply stimulating,' he sighed. `That is the
power of a woman of beauty, to raise a man's pulse and heartbeat, to
bathe his mind in fire and lust simply by...by being.'
His hand squeezed softly upwards as Allison slowly turned her head
around, her heart pounding and pulse racing, her mind tumbling and
twisting in shocked excitement.
`Did you find that novel interesting, Miss Allison? Did you read of
the vile things done to Lady Jane by her Butler? Did it arouse you,
perhaps cause you to...envy her?'
His hand slipped down her belly again, swerving along her thigh,
then rubbing gently against the small V of golden pubic hair above her
cleft. He plucked a hair out and she yelped in pain.
`Some see pain as merely heat,' he said, reaching for and plucking
another hair. `Some say pleasure is the same.'
He plucked a longer hair and she yelped, her hips jerking forward.
`Under the right conditions a body won't be able to tell the difference.'
`P-please!' she gasped.
He twirled another hair around his finger then plucked it out
before letting his fingers trail lazily back and forth across her
stomach back up under her breast. Again he palmed the base of it,
stroking back and forth slowly.
He was practically torturing her! Allison's body spasmed with the
intensity of the sexual desire swelling within. She was so utterly
exposed, so brazenly...sexually exposed and helpless, utterly helpless
as he tormented her!
His hand slowly rose, then his fingernail scraped across her
straining nipple.
She gasped, staring, face hot, as Michael slid his thumb and
forefinger together against the rigid pink bud and rolled it between them.
`I suppose I'm being outrageously familiar, Miss Allison,' he said,
`but I'm sure you'll forgive me. We have known each other for such a
long time, after all.'
He pressed his thumb and finger together harder, pulling out,
pinching her nipple between them and stretching it towards him.
`Oh! Oh! Please! Michael! Ooww!'
`What is it, Miss Allison?'
`Y-You're hurting me!'
`Think of it as pleasure, Miss Allison.'
`Owww! Don't! Nooo!'
Her nipple strained out so hard now it was distorting the surface
of her breast, the areola also bulging up and out as the round shape of
her breast became a cone.
She felt the pain as a hot, sharp stinging thing, and clenched her
teeth against it as she squirmed and pulled at her bonds. Yet there was
an intimacy to his touch she gloried in, and the darkness of his eyes
and the cruelty she now saw there made her shudder with fear and excitement.
He released her nipple and her breast jiggled and shook lightly
before resuming its former shape. She gasped in relief, yet oddly wished
he would touch her again there. Her nipple felt so sensitive she knew
she would climax if his lips touched her there.
`Only a couple of fingers, Miss Allison. Surely a couple of fingers
could do no harm.'
He trailed his fingers down her heaving chest, down her belly, then
through her soft downy pubic hair.
`Oh!'
The tip of his finger found the top of her cleft and he began to
rub there gently. He pulled his finger back after a moment, sliding it
across her parted lips, then into her mouth. Her lips closed
automatically even as he smiled.
`Yes. Good girl. Lick it, my dear. Get it nice and wet, nice and
moist.'
Fearful and astonishingly aroused, Allison licked hesitantly at his
finger inside her mouth as he gently pumped it in and out. He stroked
her hair again, then pulled the finger out and placed it against the top
of her cleft once more. Again he started to rub gently, his other hand
sliding up under her breast.
`Yes, you've become quite a lovely young woman,' he said. `A feast
for the eyes of any man.'
His finger gently rubbed and stroked, moving side to side, then up
and down, always concentrating on the oh so sensitive spot at the top of
her cleft that she herself so loved touching.
But the sensations were shockingly more arousing from his touch,
and Allison's body felt desperate rush of excitement.
`Did you ever fantasise that such things would happen to you, Miss
Allison? Is that why you came down here so often, to look at these
ancient instruments of torment and imagine the possibilities?'
`P-Please I...I don't...I...you...'
`Shhhh,' he said, placing a finger against her lips. `Don't speak
yet. Wait until you can sing.'
He continued to rub at her sex slowly, gently, and she felt his
middle finger pressing in more firmly, felt through the roaring of her
blood the finger slowly easing down between her tight pubic lips, easing
into the soft cleft between them and rubbing along there.
She felt an intense throbbing down there, and a wild fluttering in
her stomach. She had almost forgotten Julia and the pain in her back and
buttocks, for her mind was now filled with a swirling sexual need she
could not remember ever having.
`Think of this as a story you're reading, Miss Allison, and you're
the heroine.'
She inhaled sharply as one of his fingers slipped up inside her,
wiggling from side to side, twisting from side to side as it wormed its
way up through the tight, moist folds of her sex.'
`D-Don't!'
`But you like it, Miss Allison,' he whispered. `Your body betrays
you. It feels good, doesn't it? It feels wonderful. Your body feels alive.'
His finger slipped up against her hymen and probed it lightly, then
with more pressure. His thumb pressed up against her clitoris now and
she gasped softly, instinctively trying to push herself against his fingers.
He reached up with his free hand and turned the handle on the
crank. Allison felt the manacles tightening against her wrists, felt
them pulling back. She gasped as her back arched harder over the barrel
and her arms strained against the pull.
`Oh!'
`Just like one of those books, isn't it, Miss Allison? Imagine
reading about this, the beautiful blonde Miss Allison being tormented
and rudely abused by the evil butler Michael.'
`P-Please I-I do...don't...'
`Shhh,' he said.
He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the forehead, then on
the right nipple, then the left. He straightened then and reached for
the crank again, pulling it down.
Again Allison felt the pressure grow on her wrists and arms and
shoulders. Her back creaked and she felt her feet lifting up against the
manacles around her ankles. Another turn of the crank and she cried out
in pain, lifted to her toes, then just off them, hanging in mid-air bent
back across the barrel.
`Don't! Don't!'
His hand moved slowly over her breasts, stroking and caressing as
his fingers continued to stroke her clitoris and massage the inside of
her sheath. Her head thrashed from side to side and she trembled in a
confused churning of lust and pain, of excitement and fear.
Despite the chill beads of sweat appeared on her skin. She panted
for breath, her body feeling ready to fly apart, her limbs and back
aching as the chains pulled it taut.
He kissed her breasts again, then kissed softly down her stomach
and against the top of her mons.
Then he straightened and moved around to the side of the barrel. He
gripped the crank and pulled again and again.
The pressure grew and Allison cried out, then screamed as she felt
the pain her body. Her spine crackled as the joints of her legs and arms
creaked.
`I'll be back,' he whispered, kissing her under the ear.
He moved to the wall and turned out the lights, then disappeared
into the tunnel, leaving Allison in pitch black, her world filled with pain.
The pain was unrelenting. It struck at her mind and body equally.
It was unbearable and wonderful at the same time. Her mind swirled and
tumbled. She screamed, the sound broken off in a sob of anguish and
confusion. Yet it excited her, the sound of her own voice, the scream of
pain. It was as though she were indeed one of the heroines in those
books. She screamed again, then again, the sound echoing through the
dark, chill air of the dungeon.
Her body vibrated to the sexual heat and pressure within, yet still
the pain was there, cutting at her, an unending assault on her mind. She
could not move her torso, arms or legs so much as a millimeter, and
cramps and aches stormed her battered, dazed mind in an endless progression.
It seemed to go on forever, and her sense of time failed her in the
dark room. An eon later her mind was numbed as she lay there groaning
softly. She hardly noticed the light slowly approaching until she had to
squint against it.
`Ah, my dear child. You do indeed look lovely.'
`P-P-Please!' she whimpered.
`This is the height of sensuality, my dear! This is your fantasy
come to life!'
`But it hurts!' she wailed.
`What is the difference between pain and pleasure? Merely how your
mind interprets it.'
He reached up to the crank and eased it back a notch. The relief
flooded Allison's system and she groaned.
It did not occur to her that the pressure was still much greater
than it had been when he was fondling her earlier. The slight relief was
a balm on her aching body and mind.
`There. You see how even pain can be seen as pleasure?'
His hands moved slowly over her body, then his mouth followed, his
lips brushing her still-erect nipple, then closing around it, gently
sucking on it as they drew more of her flesh inside his warm mouth. She
gasped and shook, the heat blossoming, spreading out, enveloping her body.
His hands moved down her hips, then his fingers danced lightly
along her inner thighs before easing up against her mound. His finger
penetrated her as his thumb pushed against her clitoris, and again, as
before, he began to stroke her.
`Please I...please,' she groaned, uncertain of what to say, of what
to ask, of what to want.
`Don't call me Michael,' he said with a smile. `Call me...master.'
She blinked her eyes in confusion.
`Say it.'
`I...'
`Say it,' he demanded.
`M-Master.'
`Again.'
She inhaled deeply. `Master.'
`Again.'
`Master.' Her mind roiled with the word, her body crackling with
sexual electricity.
He bent his lips to her nipple again, his tongue darting out and
lapping across it. He slipped his lips down around it and suckled
softly, but with growing pressure, his tongue stroking across it now as
she groaned in confusion.
Her mouth opened and her jaw trembled as she felt the pleasure
flooding her sensitized nervous system. She whimpered in confusion, then
rolled her head slowly.
He pulled his lips up again and smiled at her, his fingers still
stroking carefully.
`Who am I?"
`M-Master,' she groaned.
`And if I am your master, what does that make you?'
She groaned in response.
`Slave,' he said. `Say it.'
`Slave,' she gasped.
`You are my slave,' he growled.
`I-I'm your s-slave.'
The orgasm rose within her like a blossoming fireball, tearing
through bone and sinew, through her chest and belly and groin, throwing
her mind into a tumbling maelstrom. Pleasure screamed through her body,
pleasure of such intensity her mind was shattered by it.
She screamed in ecstasy, her mind bathed in fire as a crackling
wave of sexual pleasure rolled up and down her body.
`Slave! Slave!' he growled as he watched her body ripped by
convulsions. `You're my slave, Allison! My slave!'
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From the ebook: The Butler, by Argus
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