Please note. This story contains a lot of subjects that may make readers uncomfortable, including depictions of violent sex, rape, forced prostiution, incest and similar issues. This first installment is tamer than future installments will be, so be warned!
It goes to say, that this is a fantasy, and while playing with the darker sides of your desires is fun, actually forcing someone to perform a sexual act against their will is despicable, and should you find yourself actually justifying doing it or wanting to do so in real life, I suggest psycho-sexual counselling.
This story is set in a fantasy universe of my creation. All characters and environments are my own individual creations and are not based on anyone living or dead.
All people are portrayed are of legal age of consent.
Now that's out of the way, enjoy.
Part 1: In which our heroine is a slave.
The girl they called Elen sighed, as she soaked the cloth and carried on scrubbing the floors. Her back was aching, her arms burning with the strain, and while she was nearly finished, she wouldn't get enough rest fpr them to heal before her next task.
"Hurry up, girl!" barked the housemistress " Don't dawdle- they can sell you easily enough. And they will, if you don't work hard."
Part of Elen wanted to retort, ut she crushed it down, and just scrubbed harder until the waddling nag of a housemistress had gone.
"Just cause she's freeborn..."
It wasn't just that, Elen knew, although it was most of it. The Housemistress could claim wages, and could give notice if they treated her poorly. Elen was at the mercy of her master, a man she'd never seen.
She had been born here, her mother trying to scream quietly in order not to disturb The Family's new child in their sleep. No-one was sure who her father was, but that wasn't unusual in her situation. She knew the rumours though, knew that that was why she was kept below stairs, only allowed in the main parts of the house to scrub their floors and walls while they slept.
She heard a door click quietly ahead in the corridoor. Perhaps the housemistress had come back? But the soft pads on the floor didn't sound like her clumsy clodhoppers. She tried to clear her water up, quickly as possible, but she knocked over the bucket in her sudden panic. They weren't supposed to see her. She could stay, on the condition that no-one ever saw her, the lady had been very clear about that. She tried to mop up the water nearly in tears. This would make everything worse. She'd be sold, and this place wasn't that bad really, she had clothes and was fed and it could be so much worse.
"Hello there." She froze. This was it.
"Aren't you going to answer your master, girl?" She took a deep breath and straghtened up before meeting his eyes.
She had been expecting an older man, who her imagination furnished with a huge belly, but this man was only a few months older than her. He must be the son, Master Carnell. He was handsome, as far as she could say, his hair in thick black curls, his cheekbones high and vicious, his skin dark and clear. He was wearing nightwear, finer and in a better material than even her best dress.
" I am sorry master, I spilled my water, I was trying to get out of your way..."
"Hush, girl. I don't know you, do I? You aren't one of the upstairs slaves?"
"No, sir, I clean the floors."
He laughed, not unkindly.
"Oh, now, that's a shame. You're a pretty little thing. Such unusual hair, too." He reached out and touched it. "That colour is rare. Wasted on a floor-scrubber. Why, you could serve at our high-lords table."
She guestured at the bucket and the spilled water, the dirty suds everywhere. "I'm sure I would be too clumsy, sir"
"I'm sure your touch is delicate enough."
He was very close to her now, and before she quite realised it she was backed against the wall.
"Such good skin too. Smooth. Have you had chocolate?"
She shook her head, confused.
"It is a luxury. There is a bean, that grows. And they dry it, and grind it, and they do all sorts of things to it. My favourite way to eat it they mix it with honey and cream and a little gold. Just a little."
He leaned into her, oh so close.
"Your skin looks like that." he whispered.
And just as suddenly he pulled back from her.
"I will help you clean up this mess, and I won't tell father or mother. You will owe me a favour, though" He winked at her.
"Do you work up here every night?"
"Once every ten nights, sir."
"Ten nights." He wrang the sodden cloth out into the bucket with a delicate motion, then passed it to her. "Not soon enough for my tastes, girl. I require my favour sooner."
Elen thought she knew what he meant, and shuddered at the implications. She didn't want this- but what choice? If he told anyone of her clumsiness, or his even meeting her, she would be sold, or worse, just thrown out, with no protectors.
"It would be odd for me to be seen downstairs, also, I suppose" as he helped her up, causally brushing his hand across her breast.
"Very odd, sir."
"Hmm.They will miss you tonight, then?"
"Yes sir." She whispered.
"But I wish to see you soon. Tomorrow is rest day, yes? Even for your kind?"
"Yes sir. But only from sunrise till sundown."
"That favour you owe me."
"Sir?"
"I will take my first installment now. But you will owe me more, and when it's convenient for me, girl. Understand?"
Before she could answer he pushed her against the wall in one quick motion and kissed her fiercely. His hand rested on the small breast underneath the rough cloth of her gown and squeezed it hard. Elen closed her eyes and tried to ignore it but it was impossible. Nausea uncurled in her stomach as his thick, demanding tongue nearly chocked her and she wanted to jerk her hand in horror from the hard thing he dragged her hand to rest on. It twitched as he rubbed against her hand and he lifted his hand from hers long enough to let of a strange rasping groan. A strange aching was between her legs and she felt her head swim.
"Oh, you teasing little bitch. Don't pretend you haven't been rutting like animals down there." He stepped away from her. "I-" he cleared his throat "I will expect more willingness at our next meeting. Tomorrow. Find an excuse to be in the east wing of the house at around sunset. It's almost never used, but I'm sure it needs cleaning. Swap with someone. I don't care. Just be there. And if you think of not coming, I will make sure you and any you care for are sold to the cruelest people I know."
He walked off, soft pad pad of feet while she stood and panted against the wall.
Later, when she had the chance she ahd to ask. She had never asked before. She watched her mother eat, the womans hand shaking spilling the soup everywhere. Her face, so lined, her hair still bearing the dark reddish colour Elen had inherited.
"Mother?"
"Yes, Elen?"
"I have hear rumours, all sorts of rumours."
Her mother was silent, but laid down her soup spoon.
