As the sun beamed through the window to his face, Jacob slowly crawled out of bed. Walking down the hall, the reality of his situation hits him harder than before.
"I'm a prisoner." He thinks to himself. "Trapped in an unknown land at an unknown location. So what if my bed feels like sleeping on a cloud? The best prisoners either don't know they are or don't want to leave." He scours the apartment. There's plenty of clothes, a hot tub, a roof mirror and a gigantic bathroom but nothing remotely close to a usable weapon.
Heading towards the kitchen he hears someone humming. A quick peek reveals the source to be an average height woman, roughly 5'6 with white skin, wearing a maid's outfit with short blond hair and pink streaks tied into a ponytail.
"You don't need to hide, I won't bite," She says as she stirs what smells like pot roast. Jacob walks into the kitchen.
"Who are you?" He asks sternly. She puts a top on the roast then turns to face him.
"I'm your maid." She says enthusiastically.
"That's your position, what's your name?" Jacob presses.
"Made. Madeforlovinyou." She responds with a smirk. Clearly she wasn't going to give a straight answer. "Breakfast's on the table." Jacob sits down and takes a bite of his meal. The steak is cooked to perfection, not too tough or soft, the meat peels off effortlessly and the taste! It was like a cornucopia of flavour had exploded in his mouth. Every chew released a new emotion in him. He'd never eaten something so delicious! The veggies were crispy and the scalloped potatoes were a combination of tangy and sweet. He devoured the meal like a mad dog. As he sat there, feeling oddly full for once, The Maid stands next to him. "Soooo, how was it?" She asks as she lightly bounces in place.
"Scrumptious. I've never eaten like that in my entire life." The Maid smiles from ear to ear, gives him a hug and kiss on the cheek.
"I knew those classes would pay off! Now get up, you need a good cleaning." She turns down the heat on the stove and turns for the hallway. Jacob follows her into the enormous bathroom. There are several sinks, full body mirrors and toilets. There are a few drains on the floor. The tub itself is more like a walk in pool. There are nine shower heads, three on each wall with a panel underneath each one. There are also several sealed circular holes lining the walls, a guard rail along the open entrance reaching up to Jacob's mid-section and hooks hanging from the ceiling.
"Take your clothes off." Jacob looks at her expectantly. "Just you, for now. That doesn't include the neckband." Right, the neckband. Why such an odd garment to signify new slaves? Jacob ponders as he takes his shirt and pants off. For the first time in a long time he takes a good hard look at himself in the full body mirror next to him. He's rather tall, with white skin and an athletic, muscular build. His shoulders are broad, his legs and arms.both long and thick. His eyes are brown. His long brown hair, full beard and stache mask his cut covered face. In fact his whole body was full of bruises, scratches and the claw mark left by the wolf on his pec.
The Maid steps into view next to him and runs a hand through his hair. "This has gotta go." She says looking down at her dirt covered hand. "So glad Mar cleaned the blood out. Now get in the bath."
"I can clean myself." Jacob says with a hint of irritation. The Maid steps behind him and pushes into his back; Struggling in vain to get him to the room sized tub.
"Don't be a baby. Get in the bath and let me wash you!" Jacob takes a giant step forward and The Maid falls flat on her face. "Oh so that's how you want it huh?" She springs up, runs past Jacob, hops in the giant tub and grabs an extendable shower head. "Stop right there! This thing's set to arctic and I'm feeling very bipolar." Jacob slightly raises an eyebrow then starts walking forward. "Time to make a dicksickle!" The Maid flips a switch on the head and it sprays a wide, powerful cone of water all across the bathroom.
"She wasn't kidding, it's absolutely freezing!" He thinks to himself. Jacob puts his forearm across his eyes and steps into the bath. The Maid hops back into the farthest corner and flips the setting to straight stream. The tub floor was covered in a rubber flooring that's easy to run across. Jacob jogs towards The Maid. As she tries to run right he grabs the shower head in one hand and The Maid in the other. Running a hand across her hips he turns the two of them together. They lock eyes, he leans in and a slight smile crosses her face.
"So, no hard feelings? Aha ha ha..." Jacob raises the head to the side of her face. He holds her and runs the stream across her face, hair, down her top and up her dress; Coating her bow tied, frilly pink panties front to back. "Christ! Cold cold cold!" The Maid says frantically as she holds Jacob's meaty shoulders. She squirms and shakes as the stream soaks into her every curve: Up her thighs, around to her firm bubble butt, then across her stomach down into her already wet pussy.
Then, suddenly, Jacob pulls the front of her panties forward and stuffs the head up the side of her drawers. The Maid shrieks as she grabs for it, pulling it up through the top of her undies. The ribbed cord grinds on her lower lips. She moves over to the panel, turns the temperature to warm, drops to her knees and grinds on it. Pulling her top down she runs her hand across her c-cups. "Computer! Body wash!"
"What?" As Jacob looks around a hand springs forward from one of the sealed holes with a bottle of shampoo, dropping it in The Maid's hand. She squirts out a few drops and starts rubbing it into her tits. She turns the intensity down on the head and slowly runs the stream over her glistening chest. The soap starts to bubble, slowly covering her in a pinkish-white foam. She saunters over to Jacob. Wrapping an arm around him, she slowly runs the stream down his rippling back. She rotates around to it, keeping her arm slung around him as she starts working the stream into his hair.
"Computer. Shampoo." Her voice is much more relaxed and sultry. She takes a few drops of it and runs her fingers deep. It feels like she's reaching into his skull. Every stroke melted another layer of tension from his face. As she slowly worked her way down his hair Jacob snaps out of his complacency and grabs the shower head.
"Hey, I wasn't done!" She says with a hint of disappointment in her voice. He wraps the cord around her waist then ties it tightly.
"Computer, lower hook." The hook above them gradually lowers to Jacob's waiting hand. The Maid struggles and squirms in vain as he ties a higher point of the cord around it. Now hanging like a drowned dog with foam dripping from her tits she looks on as he grabs another head. He wraps it around her leg, orders another hook down then ties it up. He continues until her every limb is strung up, spreading her wide like a star. He grabs the body wash and starts oiling her up, then caresses it into her soft, smooth skin. As it starts soaking in, she's slowly covered in a light, bubbly foam. Jacob pops one of the heads off and surprise, surprise, there's a dildo styled end.
Examining the panels he sets the dildo-head to, "Latch like a snatch." He slips the shining silver rod between her bubbling, soaked butt. She lets out a surprised, pleasurable squeal as it easily slides at least ten inches in, ribbed cord and all. The cord then spreads apart, grabs hold of her creamy cheeks and starts thrusting slowly, then vigorously. The Maid starts moaning as drool starts to form and drip from both her lips. Her every deep, husky breathe called to Jacob, begging him to join in. He breathes heavy, grabs another shower head, sets it to latch and shoves it in her pussy. The Maid bites her lip and lets out a moan of sheer ecstasy, slightly laughing through it. Her eyes start rolling up and her tongue slips out as her breathing starts syncing with every thrust. As her moans and foam fly through the air Jacob stares at her, his mind filled with thoughts of grabbing her ponytail and skull fucking her. "No! I must escape!" He thinks to himself. He washes himself off, grabs a dry set of clothes and leaves his apartment room.
"Jacob? You there? You can't leave me here! The roast will burn!" The Maid screams.
"Now for this damn neckband." Jacob grabs the cotton by the collar and starts pulling. It won't budge. "What the hell?!" He claws and tugs every which way but the thickly woven material doesn't move an inch then slowly returns to its original form. "Damn it! Get off me!" After a few minutes of struggling Jacob gives up and heads out to the street. It's surprisingly clean. Only a few pieces of litter, no graffiti or broken windows. No smashed in doors or bloodstains. This was a very different scene from what he was used to.
