"I don't care where you're going, just GO! Preferably as far away from here as possible..." Cindy grumbled, curling up in the back seat. She'd found a blanket back there which she used to cover herself up with.
A lady should never sleep with a man on the first date... One must maintain an air of mystery to-
"Shut the fuck up, mom," Cindy mumbled to the feminine voice in her head as she felt suddenly tired from all of the exertion. "Your damn rules never did
you
any fucking good." Sure, she probably just sold her body out to a total stranger just to get away from that wicked place that she used to call home, but she didn't care. She let out a big yawn as sleep overtook her, not bothering to think about what this guy would have her do to pay for the ride.
After all, father would've probably let the guards all have her anyway. What was one stranger getting his rocks off with her as opposed to ten to fifty guys gang-banging her like she's one of the maids? Fair trade in her book.
*
Raymond Tillis' stood ramrod straight with his hands folded behind his back as he started out the large bay window of his study waiting on word from his Hunters. When the door opened behind him slightly and one of his maids gave a polite cough to let him know that she was there, his eyes narrowed. He could smell the fear on her as she tentatively informed him that his Hunters had returned. "Send him in," he said gruffly, knowing deep down that this would not be good news. "And put yourself down next to my desk," he added, pointing a beefy finger over to where she should kneel. The maid let out a strangled cry and he caught the reflection of her giving him a polite curtsey as she fetched his Chief Hunter.
Moments later the door opened fully as the maid came back in with the Chief Hunter. Doing as she was told, as she knew that it would be far worse if she tried to hide, the maid knelt down on the floor submissively next to the desk while the men discussed business. The Chief Hunter strode up to desk, wondering how his boss was going to take the news. Raymond didn't keep him waiting. "She got away," it wasn't a question. He continued looking out the window, keeping his back to the Hunter.
The Hunter swallowed hard. Failure was not looked down upon with favor. Ever. "Yes sir."
"Give me one good reason not to kill you where you stand." Raymond said, his anger simmering just below the surface. He had to take a few calming breaths to keep from shooting him before the guy had a chance to explain his failure."
"We have the license plate number, as well as the make and model, of the vehicle she hitched a ride in. Also, she was carrying this," the Hunter dropped a black tome down onto the desk that was caked in mud and dirt now. "She dropped it out of her backpack after she went over the back wall of the grounds when we started chasing her."
Raymond glanced back and arched his eyebrow. His daughter had more ingenuity and intelligence than he'd given her credit for. That book, had it gotten out to the wrong people, could've totally screwed his plans that he had for the future. A single word of 'Arlyeth' stood out on the cover. He gave the Hunter a curt nod. "Okay, so that commutes your death sentence, but you still let her get away. Feed the damn mutts and put them in their kennels yourself tonight, then report to the pool. My science geeks tell me that the thing needs more seed to continue making our seekers and drones."
"Sir?" The Chief Hunter was aghast.
"Did I stutter?" Raymond snarled, whirling around and glaring at him.
The Chief Hunter stiffened up to full, ramrod attention. "No sir!"
"Option A is still on the table." He said, pulling a gun from his desk and placing it on the top. "No? Then get out of my sight." Raymond continued glaring until the Hunter had retreated out of the study, slamming the door shut behind him. He then looked down at his maid. "Bend over the desk, bitch," he growled at her.
"P-P-Please, Master Tillis," The maid blubbered, tears welling up in her eyes as she complied with the demand. "I didn't do anything wrong."
"You brought me bad news," Raymond said, rubbing her bare ass with one coarse hand while he whipped his belt out of the belt loops of his pants with the other. He forbade all of his female staff from wearing panties of any kind underneath their French Maid uniforms. It was easier to get to their pussies that way which were required to be kept either bald or trimmed at all times. "Bad news is always punished." He said, ignoring her crying and her pleading as he brought the belt down across her ass. The leather struck her hard and caused her to wail in pain and anguish. He felt himself get hard at the sight of her wiggling ass as she actually tried to avoid the blows. Sure, it was the equivalent of shooting the messenger, but what else were fuckmeat maids good for aside from keeping the house in order?
Raymond undid his pants and let his erection spring free. He walked up behind her, spat on his hand, and rubbed himself a few times before grabbing the maid by her brown hair to force her to arch her back properly. He then drove his fat cock into her tight pussy hard, causing her to scream in pain at the sudden penetration. At least the bitch had the decency to get lubed up a bit right before he plowed into her. Raymond leaned into her so that she could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck. "Feel privileged that it's just me taking it out on you and that it's only a spanking and a rough pounding, cunt," he hissed at her. "You could've been sent down to the creature with my ex-Chief Hunter."
The maid's eyes widened at that thought. "Y-Yes master. T-T-Thank you master..." the maid whispered, closing her eyes as Raymond proceeded to grab her by her curvy waist and fuck her long and hard throughout the night. She didn't complain any more about her boss using her body as she thought about the poor Hunter that was sent downstairs.
***
CHAPTER 2:
When Cindy finally woke up she was in a bed somewhere and it was still nighttime. From the reddish tint of light coming in from the window by the bed, she guessed that she was at a motel somewhere. The man that she'd hitched a ride with was nowhere to be found. Pulling the sheet up around her now bare breasts, she noticed that she was totally naked. Had the sleeze had his way with her already? Cindy slid a tentative hand under the sheet and down between her legs to feel inside of her shaven mound. No cum. Okay, so maybe he wasn't a total scumbag to have his way with her while she slept.
Cindy then proceeded to check her body. The minor scratches had already faded and the deeper cuts looked like nothing more than mere paper cuts now. She'd always been a super quick healer and she never knew why. Father just always said that it was the way she was born and that she should be thankful for the gifts that she'd been given by God. Usually, though, that was right before he'd beat her for whatever thing pissed him off that day.
The door opened up, startling her, and Cindy fought down the urge to try and bolt past the man standing there. She'd instinctively pulled the sheet up over her chest and then relaxed a bit when she saw that it was the same man that had given her the ride. He gave her a charming smile. "Oh good, you're awake," he said, kicking the door closed. He was carrying a bag, which he sat on the small round table under the window. "I hope that these'll fit you. I had to guess your shirt size off of what was left of your bra."
Cindy blinked. "You...you got me new clothes?"
"I hope that you don't mind," he said. "There wasn't much left of what you were wearing and I doubted that you would want to be riding in my car tomorrow in just that old blanket of mine. Anyway, you were so out of it that I brought you in, stripped you down, and cleaned you up before heading out to get you these."
"Uhm... thanks." Cindy said, getting up off of the bed with the sheet wrapped around her like a toga now. She glanced into the bag and fought down the urge to roll her eyes. Inside was white lace matching bra and panties along with a sexy schoolgirl uniform complete with knee-high socks and black high-heeled shoes. A receipt sitting on top of the clothes indicated that he'd gone to a local adult sex store to get them. Cindy sighed. At least it would be better than riding shotgun naked with him all day tomorrow.
