Maria came bouncing into the house. She'd seen Mrs Enson pulling into the drive even while she, Maria was entering the house. This meant she'd be able to grab her equipment and start work on the things she was supposed to do before Mrs Enson could assign different tasks to her. Mrs Enson was tiresome that way, always expecting the maid service to provide unpaid extras.
To Maria's surprise Mr Enson was there, together with a large hard faced man. If Maria hadn't known that Mr Enson was a respected businessman she'd have thought his associate was a thug. He looked like the sort of enforcer some of the gangs had.
"This is Marie?" asked the hard looking man and Mr Enson nodded.
"Well, Marie, I have a little bad news for you. Geoffrey here has been a bad boy. He's been gambling you know and is a bit behind on his payments. I've been sent around to deliver a stern message. I've chatted it over with him and, instead of breaking a few things like arms and legs, we agreed that I should play with you. Just a little bit of rape to show him we're serious."
"Rape me? Why me? I haven't done anything wrong. I don't owe you money. Haven't you any gay enforcers? They could rape him. He owes you the money."
The enforcer laughed.
"You know, that's not a bad idea. I'll speak to the boss about it. But I'm very much afraid that that will have to wait until the second warning. Just the threat of that might keep Geoffrey on the straight and narrow. Unfortunately, this is right now, and you're up."
"But why me? I'm just the maid. I only come in once a week. What would you have done if I hadn't been here?"
"You're not Marie, his wife?"
"No. I'm Maria. Mrs Enson is outside and will be here shortly. She was driving up as I arrived."
The enforcer gave Mr Enson a hard look.
"Not nice, Geoffrey. Not nice at all. Let's wait a little, shall we?"
The three of them waited in silence. Mr Enson and Maria nervous, the enforcer casual. They heard footsteps and then Mrs Enson was entering the kitchen.
"Ah, there you are Maria," she said as soon as she spotted her. "I have a few extra things I'd like you to do before you start on your main chores. Hullo, dear. Who's your friend?"
"They call me Snapper, Snap for short. It's because I tend to snap the arms of people who annoy me. You're Marie, Geoffrey's wife, as opposed to this young woman who is Maria, Geoffrey's maid?"
"Ah, yes,"
"Well, I'm glad we've got that sorted out. Now, Geoffrey here has been a bad boy."
Snap went into his threatening spiel again culminating in the statement that he would now proceed to rape Mrs Enson as a warning to Geoffrey. Mrs Enson would have none of it.
"Don't be a fool, man," she snorted. "I don't do that sort of thing anymore. I hire a maid to take care of any extra chores that pop up and this seems ideal. I suggest you get on with it and rape her. I really can't be bothered."
Snap blinked. "Listen lady, it doesn't quite work that way. The idea is to cause trouble for your husband, not your maid."
"And you don't think raping the maid won't cause trouble. She'll probably quit after this and Geoffrey is going to have to be the one to find a new maid service, because I'm not going to. Besides, you fool, look at me and then look at the maid."
Snap looked hard at Mrs Enson. Stout, forty or thereabouts, hard as nails. He looked over at Maria. Twenty at most, slender young body, nice breasts. A nubile young miss, just designed to take a man's cock.
He nodded his head. "You have a point. As long as the message is delivered, that's all that counts. And Geoffrey knows what's in store if he's late again, don't you, Geoffrey?"
He turned and smiled at Maria, who was now feeling a lot more nervous.
