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Your breath quickens, your heart races, your legs scream for a break but you must keep going. Her mocking laughter fluctuates between far away and right next to your ear. No matter how many times you twist and turn, she's right behind you. Toying with you. She could have easily caught you within seconds of running but instead she's tiring you out. You turn another corner in a panic only to be stopped abruptly by a literal hole in the wall that drops to the basement.
"Where are you going little one?" She calls out.
Her voice is drowned out by the rising buzzing of her flies. You have two options: face your predator or jump. The tickling sensation of her flies under your sleeves determines your choice. Thank the Black God that there is a large pile of laundry sitting underneath the hole. You scream as you fall, landing with a thud. You fight and wiggle your way out of the laundry hamper only to hear her frustrated scream from above. You've bought yourself some time at least.
You have to pass through a stone war mural in a circular room only to wind up in the basement. Great. Now you pick up speed again, winding through the corridor of empty torture chambers.
The air is thick with blood, rust, and mildew. In the distance you make out the dimly lit stairs that lead to safety. You're so close you can taste it, if you make it you win. With every last bit of energy you can muster, you sprint for the exit but the hope dies as quickly as it sprouted. A massive cloud of insects forms into the shape of your pursuer: Bela Dimitrescu. Her bloody smile reaches her eyes as she squints at you before throwing her head back to laugh. She removes her hood to expose her blond hair, running her gloved hand through it.
"I must say. This is the most fun I've had in years. You almost had me with that little stunt of yours. I'll have to punish you for that." She threatens.
"No. Please Miss Bela I didn't mean to. I swear it won't happen again."
She brings up her bloody sickle, it flickers with the nearby torch light. She examines it thoughtfully then smirks in your direction. Her golden eyes flash.
"Oh, I know it won't. Now, I believe I caught you. Which means I win, and I intend to collect my prize."
"Please. No." You beg.
She swipes her sickle in your direction, expertly cutting the front of your uniform without breaking the skin. You back away and use your arms to cover yourself the best you can. She stalks forward with each step you take back until you hit the nearby cell door.
"Awe what's the matter? You had no issue earlier, flaunting yourself like the little slut you are. Teasing me all day."
She forcefully grabs your wrist and pulls you close to her body. You whimper and mumble incoherent pleases of mercy. They fall on deaf ears. She breathes in your smell, inhaling deeply. Bela pushes you back into the cell before ripping the tattered remains off your back. You shiver from the cold that bites your skin only to have it amplified when she presses you against the wall.
Goosebumps prickle all over and your hardened nipples become noticeable through your bra. Bela lifts you into the air by your wrists and encloses them in shackles attached to the wall. You pant heavily as your toes barely scrape the ground. Her predatory eyes devour your state as she sighs contently and uses the very edge of her sickle to cut your bra in the middle.
Then she tugs at your underwear and cuts them off too. The fabrics drift down to the cobblestone floor, she kneels and let's her sickle clatter to the floor. She removes her gloves and runs a finger between your folds. Purring lowly at what she finds.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you enjoyed our little game almost as much as I did. Look how wet you are for me." She growls.
She stands and unbuttons her dress before pulling it down by the collar and letting it fall next to your undergarments. You stare at her, your heart continues to thump rapidly in your chest. You also can't deny that the adrenaline is rushing to all the wrong places, making you clench your legs together. She tsks you and forces your legs open, making you groan and shiver from the cold hitting your slick.
"Be a good little whore and I might just let you live, but right now, you have to finish what you started."
You swallow thickly and watch her pale hands caress her bare breasts, down her ribcage that protrudes outward. They travel down her slim belly to her hips, where her hip bones are visible underneath her skin. Then your eyes widen as she lowers her underwear and a large, erect cock springs out. It's long and slim, with precum oozing out the tip while pulsating with excitement.
You whimper and tug against the chains keeping you up. She smirks and flashes her blood stained teeth before she attacks. She brings your legs up and you curse how your body instinctually locks them around her.
"That's right. Don't bother resisting, I'm going to take what is rightfully mine whether you like it or not."
Your body aches from the position and from the cold that burns your back. Bela sandwiches you between her equally cold body and the wall while her cock teases your entrance. She releases one leg to grip herself, using your arousal as lube before pushing the head inside. You tense and thrash against the chains, she sheaths herself fully inside you with one long thrust. Your head hits the wall as her hand immediately finds your neck. She squeezes, choking out any sounds you planned on making.
"We wouldn't want anyone to hear you, they might try and stop me."
Her hips slap against yours, she moans lowly and digs her nails into the one thigh she's holding. You suck in as much air as you can through your nose, leaving your mouth hanging open with no sound coming out. Her grip is true and experienced, she loosens so you can breath then squeezes to shut you up again. Her cock brutally batters your cervix in a painful pleasure. It stretches you deliciously and your walls form to it as if you were made for her.
You sink into it, moaning in spurts of when you're allowed the breath. She thrusts with her inhuman speed, her bare skin slapping against yours. Her hand squeezes tighter, your head spins and feels like static from lack of bloodflow. Drool runs down from the corner of your mouth as you squeak with attempts at moaning.
Bela huffs and pants, her erect nipples brush with yours with each thrust. The elicit noise coming from between your legs makes you whine. You tighten your hold on her waist, use the chains to hold yourself better and arch your back into her.
Each thrust is accompanied by contact of skin and wet slap from how drenched you are. Bela groans lowly, continuing her pace but hardens her impact. You let out little gasps, your poor cunt throbs from her assault but it feels so good. You clench around her as she fucks you hard and fast, tightening over her cock. With every plunge deeper inside, you rotate your hips in sync with her.
"Fuck you feel so good. I'm going to pump you so full of my seed that you'll feel it even when it's gone."
She slows her thrusting and releases your neck. You gasp loudly and vigorously grind your hips to ride her, trying to keep your high going. She uses both hands to death grip your hips, pulling all the way out to the tip before slamming it back in. You arch your back into her and moan loudly, the pit of your abdomen becomes tight. You curl into yourself the best you can, your hips fighting to rise.
Bela moans and buries her face into the space between your neck and shoulder as she pumps herself hard and deep inside you. The tightness worsens into cramps as you hold off as long as possible, begging incoherently for her to keep going. The cramps in your abdomen unleash sending jolts of spams along your body. Bela groans as she feels the cum from your orgasm coat her cock and drip down her base.
She holds you firmly, thrusts as deep as she can and cums hard. Her cock pulses inside you, each one sends a beat through your walls and mixes with the aftershock of your orgasm. She shoots thick ropes deeply inside you, making you groan from the feeling. The warmth permeates your body, as you descend from euphoria and clash back with the reality of your situation. Bela stays inside you, bracing you with her leg and one arm as the other unlocks the cuffs around your wrists. Your arms immediately find their way around her neck, tightening your legs to hold onto her.
"Are you okay dearest? That wasn't too much, was it?" She asks.
You shake your head no, "it was excellent, but I need a minute."
Slowly and carefully, she eases you down to the ground, in the process pulling out of you with a soft moan. You lean into her for support as your legs shake and adjust to the sudden weight of your body. She chuckles lowly and supports you, then decides to sweep you up into a bridal carry causing you to squeak in surprise.
"Let's get you cleaned up." She offers.
"You owe me a new uniform." You grumble.
* * *
"That fucking sack of horse shit! I see why mother hates him, and precious Mother Miranda? What a fucking bitch!" Bela screams.
She barrels into her room with you in tow, her death grip on your wrist will definitely leave a bruise. She huffs angerly and when she finally decides to let go, you rub your poor wrist sympathetically. The meeting was fine, but throughout the entire time Lord Heisenberg kept making comments and gestures in your direction, and specifically commented on your new uniform.
All the other maids wear long black dresses with hoods, sometimes they have bits of rope around their waists for when they need to shorten their dress length. Thanks to Bela, you now wear a black skirt that ends at your knees with a black button up blouse that barely holds your breasts in. Your apron didn't help either; it ties around your waist and forms an X across your back which accentuates your curves. All Bela's idea of course. This uniform was reserved for your games, and when Bela wanted you to flaunt around a little, however it's all you have since she ripped the last one.
Mother Miranda wasn't any better, only her comments were on the negative side which of course heated Lady Dimitrescu. Lady Dimitrescu disciplined Bela by threatening that if you showed up like this again, she would take you away from Bela. Permanently. It didn't help that Mother Miranda offered to take you and 'make use of your assets.' You shiver off the thought of whatever that means to Mother Miranda. Bela continues to storm in her room, cursing in Romanian, and it doesn't take a genius to gather what she's saying. You chew your lip for a moment, trying to think when an idea crosses your mind; a way to distract Bela and let her get some of this 'energy' out.
She pauses her stomping when she notices you walking toward the balcony of her room, it's summer and nighttime. The only time of year she can safely be outside for short periods of time. You look over at her and simultaneously untie your apron, dropping it to the floor in your wake. She tilts her head curiously when you pull back the curtains and shove the double doors open, letting the warm air blow in. You lock eyes with her as you spin around and take a few steps backwards and start to unbutton your uniform. She's at you in an instant, watching your hands.
"What do you think you're doing?" She asks furiously.
"What do you mean?" You asked innocently, unbuttoning the final button and letting it fall open to reveal your breasts.
"Someone could see you!" She exclaims as she grabs your top and forces it shut with her hands.
"That's the point." You purr.
She looks between you and her hands, the wires in her head short-circuiting as you cautiously remove her hands from your blouse.
"Why not remind everyone who I really belong to?"
Her eyes flash with that look and you know you got her. She doesn't bother letting you fully undress before she spins you around and bends you over the railing of the balcony. You gasp loudly and arch your back into her as she lifts your skirt and growls deeply. She kneels behind you and tugs your underwear down to reveal your swollen cunt, you wiggle your hips a little to entice her and she bites. Bela buries her face into your cunt, her tongue runs the full length and teases the inside. You moan loudly so anyone around can hear, you want them to hear, maybe even see. The thought alone tingles your body.
Bela has a tight grip on your thighs while she devours your pussy. Her mouth engulfs the whole thing while her tongue relentlessly fucks you and circles your clit. She let's go for only a moment to remove her gloves without looking, tossing them aside without care. She sucks down and grazes your clit with her teeth, you moan and squeal in delight. You love it when she does that. She pulls back briefly and shoves two fingers inside, they're not nearly as big as you're used to but you welcome the stimulus anyhow.
She thoroughly wets her fingers with the mixture of your arousal and her spit before pulling them out. You whimper and lean back only to receive a warning smack to your right butt cheek. Bela eases one of her lubed fingers toward your asshole, pressing on it as if asking for permission.
You swallow but nod a little to give confirmation before she slips the tip of her finger inside. You groan lowly and grip the railing tightly, meanwhile Bela uses her other hand to roll your clit. As you relax she pushes further into this new territory. She bottoms out and keeps her finger there all while vigorously circling your clit. You moan loudly, unashamed and too far sucked into your own pleasure.
Bela fingers your ass with her singular digit and slowly rises to her feet. You bite your lip excitedly as you feel the fabric of her dress rise up. Her erection grinds into your soaking folds and stains the thin fabric between her and you. She pulls aside her underwear to free it and guides it toward your entrance all while simultaneously fingering you too.
She barely gives you any warning before she thrusts all the way in, stretching your walls and hitting your spot all it one go.
You lurch forward and gasp loudly, "oh fuck yes." You moan.
Her finger and her hips work in tandem, one thrusts in the other out and vise versa. Her ballsack taps away at your clit each time her hips makes contact with yours. Your moans reach further depths from how loud you allow yourself to be. Calling out her name every chance.
"Oh fuck Bela. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." You whine.
She does just that. She fucks you hard and fast, her cock hits your gspot each time and rubs your walls. You bow your head but that's not acceptable, she takes her free hand and yanks your head back by your hair. The action increases the explicit noises coming from your throat. Then she decides to add another finger, the second one pops in with ease and you arch your back. It sends trembles of painful pleasure down your legs.
Your tongue lolls out and you straighten your arms as a way to prop yourself up. Bela does one long thrust that makes you see stars from how deep she reaches. Everything tightens and clenches around her, your cunt tightens to keep her inside; you body is flushed with the rising warmth. She curls her fingers and pounds away, her thrusts becoming sloppy and uncoordinated.
"Yes. Yes. Yes. Cum inside me. Make me yours. Fill me until I can't take no more." You beg hotly.
Bela growls lowly and slams her cock in at just the right moment. You scream in surprise as everything bursts at once; your pulse extends into your cunt with electric waves. You clench onto her fingers and her cock, your whole body shivers. She'll be locked inside you until your muscle spasms give. Bela hilts herself to the base of her cock and unleashes inside you. Her hot cum paints your womb and warms your entire being with each throb of her cock.
Bela removes her fingers, releases your hair and rests her hands on your hips. As the last twitches subside you inch forward to let her slip out. You stand upright and turn around to face her before putting your hands on her chest. With minimal force you guide her backwards to her bedroom and force her down onto the bed.
You undress, dropping your skirt to the ground along with your blouse. Bela adjustes herself to be sitting up as you climb up and straddle her lap then push up her dress again. You hover your dripping core over her, with one hand you hold her to keep her centered before easing down on her. Both you and her moan, you steady yourself with the headboard and secure your knees on each side of her on the bed.
Bela grabs ahold of your hips to help keep you steady as you begin bouncing up and down on her cock. She leans in and takes one of your breasts in her mouth, twirling and nipping at your nipple. You grunt and each time you come down you grind forward to add friction. She uses the momentum to propel her hips upward, reaching further and hitting that perfect spot again.
You toss your head back, moaning wildly and increasing your speed. The bed creaks and groans but neither of you care. Bela let's go of one breast with a wet 'pop' before taking the other. Her grip gets impossibly harder, forming bruises within that moment. Her cock aches and throbs with another orgasm, you gasp loudly and double down on your riding.
Your hips smack hers and she greets you each time. You close your eyes as another rising tidal wave emerges. Bela swirls her tongue over your nipple, one hand relieves your poor hips and fondles the other breast. Your riding becomes sloppy and uncoordinated, sitting all the way day and grinding into her hips. At last she takes her other hand and strokes your clit.
Another loud moan and you stop completely as your orgasm runs through you. Your legs and hips quiver and spasm as you ride out your high, the intense relief and relaxation ascends your body. Bela gives another few thrusts before she lifts her hips up and cums once again too. You groan
as her warmth fills you, but you are far from satisfied.
Bela tosses you onto the bed, her golden eyes now black from how dilated her eyes are. She sits up on her knees, brings your legs up until your knees reach your shoulders. Bela instantly starts pounding away again, her previous dumps of cum coat her cock. From there she mounts you from behind, leaving swollen hand prints on your ass cheeks. She flips you onto your side, holds one leg up on her chest and fucks you sideways. That's your favorite position; you orgasm almost instantly from how good it hits your gspot.
Bela fucks you all night until she can't remember why she was frustrated to begin with. At one point, you're delerius with euphoria and let her fully fuck your ass. It hurts, she's never done more than a finger before but you don't let her stop. You arch your back to allow easier movement, bite down on a nearby pillow and brace. By morning you've crashed from exhaustion and overstimulation; her copious amounts of cum leak from your abused cunt and sore asshole. She doesn't like that.
As you rest she finds a smooth, rounded paper weight with a large flared base made from borosilicate glass. She inserts that into you to keep you properly filled. You only grunt in response and bury yourself in the throughly stained sheets.
* * *
You knock politely on the office door and await the order to come in, with a twist and push you enter. Bela is huddled over her desk, furiously scribbling away on some documents. You have brought her some wine to refresh herself. She looks up at you and smiles lovingly, taking the glass and sipping on it. As she does, you scoot aside some of the papers and plant yourself on her desk.
"Are you almost done? I feel like I haven't seen you in days."
"I know. I'm sorry my love. This is my punishment for my outburst with Mother Miranda. I do have something to make it up to you however."
Bela sets the glass aside and opens a drawer in her desk. She takes out a black box tied with black lace and hands it to you. You take it and loosen the tie then remove the lid and stare inside. It's a necklace? Choker? Both? It's leather looped in a half circle, with three chains connecting each side and one longer chain dangling from the center with a metal loop attached. Bela uses the opportunity to take it out and buzzes around you. She moves your hair aside and fits the accessory around your neck.
Bela returns to her seat proudly as your fingers graze the fine leather. They trace over the engraved letting of her name on the side. She smiles up at you then takes your hand to kiss the back.
"Now my love, I must get back to work. Part of my punishment includes not being distracted by you." She teases.
"Me? A distraction? How dare you accuse me of such a thing." You quip back.
For emphasis you widen your legs a little to reveal your lack of underwear. Bela smirks at you, and pulls you down by the center loop. It constricts around your throat, cutting the blood supply as you're dragged down onto her lap. She leans up and captures your lips to which you happily return. You've gotten used to the metallic, and alcoholic taste of your lovers lips. The kiss quickly escalates. You pant heavily and tangle your hands in her her hair as you make out with her.
It doesn't take long before she has three fingers plunged inside you, curling upward to hit your spot. You let out a muffle moan into her mouth when she suddenly pulls away. Before you can object she pulls her fingers out and shoves you down under the desk before sitting back down.
You open your mouth to argue but shut it just as fast when the door opens and you hear the lady's heels. You stiffen and remain still as the lady approaches. Her and Bela talk, and it begins to seem like the conversation will be lengthy. That won't do.
You carefully shift onto your knees and spread Bela's thighs apart. You lift her dress and tuck your head underneath. Her erection is straining against the restraints of her underwear so you decide to help her out. Pulling down the hem, her erection springs out excitedly, the sensitive time shines with precum.
It's amazing how Bela continues to talk calmly and formally, but the tension in her thighs tells another story. The thought of being caught by Lady Dimitrescu sucking her daughters dick both frightened you and turned you on. Your hand wraps around her base, she's thick and your fingers can hardly encompass the whole thing. You take the tip into your mouth, licking off the precum and adjusting to the saltiness.
You relax your throat and take as much as you can before you would gag, and your hand uses your spit to jerk the rest. Bela tenses as she uses every ounce of control to remain composed in front of her mother; a task much easier said than done. Her mother's words are lost on her, all she wants to do is lay you on the desk and fuck your throat.
Your tongue licks across her slit, you use your teeth to gently graze her length and tip. That gets a reaction; Bela jerks her hips and grunts but tries to pass it off as a cough. One hand continues to stroke her while the other fondles her balls. Your elbows dig into her thighs to keep her in place. You have a steady rhythm of sucking and grazing your teeth over her sensitive appendage.
Her cock pulsates, it twitches in your mouth and you know she's close. The conversation is drawing to an end so you have to hurry. You give her balls another squeeze, you intensify your sucking and use your tongue solely on her tip. Bela coughs/grunts again and bucks her hips to the best of her ability. Her cum shoots out and down your throat, you only catch some before you draw back to swallow. The rest of her cum lands on your cleavage and chin.
Her mother bids Bela a farewell and leaves, the moment the door closes Bela pushes her chair back. She glares down at you as you lean out and look at her innocently. She may look angry, but her eyes and still erect cock tell another story. You smile and blink up at her and carefully crawl out from underneath her desk.
Suddenly Bela smiles mischievously, she buzzes away momentarily. When she returns she's behind you and unties your apron. Then shoves your front down onto the desk with your exposed ass up in the air. Using your apron she ties your hands behind your back, leaving you entirely at her mercy. She looks around thoughtfully then grabs her sickle and holds it up to the light.
"Since you want to act like a whore, I'll treat you like one." She leans over you and whispers into your ear, "hold still now. Wouldn't want you to get cut."
She pulls up your skirt and you shiver from both the cold and excitement. You're dripping from earlier and she uses that to the fullest extent. The cold metal of the base of her handle prods your entrance. Your instinctual reaction is to tense but you calm yourself. She watches you, waits patiently and rubs your clit with her other hand.
"Still okay?" She asks.
"Yes." You breath out.
"Good girl." She praises.
You softly moan and arch your hips upward to give her a better angle. The handle eases into you, it's sharp and cold. The edges poke and prod at your walls but you don't squirm, you remain still until she's all in. She holds the base of the blade firmly while pinning you down with her body.
"Ride it." She orders.
You now squirm, she shifts her body weight off you to give mote room, and you carefully begin to rock back and forth. The handle is flesh against your walls, the jagged edges scrape you but not in a painful way. Her fingers still expertly circle your clit, making it easier to take.
There's a knock on the door, you tug at the apron holding your hands and jerk. Bela's grip is firm and she keeps the blade steady. She calls for the person to come in and you hang your head that now has turned bright red. Bela removes her fingers from your clit and yanks your head up by your hair.
"You wanted to act like a whore. Now you have to reep the consequences." She looks up to your coworker, "Thank you. Please set that here on the desk."
The woman looks away to avoid eye contact, setting her tray of tea beside you. You lock eyes and watch hers trail down your body to the blade deep inside you. Her eyes widen and she covers her mouth, turning to leave but Bela tsks her.
"I didn't say you were dismissed." She turns her attention to you, "and I didn't say you could stop."
You whimper and begin rocking once again, without clit stimulus it hurts a bit more. The girth stretches you, and when Bela twists the handle its pointed edge digs into your gspot. It's painfully wonderful. Every time you shift backward it pushes deeper and you moan explicitly. Your coworker turns back around to watch, her hand still over her mouth. You close your eyes to solely focus on being railed, but knowing she's there, watching, furthers your enjoyment.
"You like this don't you slut? Being watched while you fuck yourself."
You grunt in response, still fucking yourself with her blade handle. Bela returns to circling your clit and you moan her name loudly. Your legs tremble and your abdomen aches, you speed up your riding. You go faster and your bounces get sloppy and desperate.
With one final slam down to the base you arch your back and your legs nearly give out. They shake and you every muscle contracts, you squirm on the desk. Your mouth hangs open but no sound comes out, until you sigh heavily when everything unclenches and a wave of relaxation permeates your entire being. Bela slowly and methodically removes the sythe handle then tosses it haphazardly in the direction of the maid.
"You're dismissed, and take that with you. It needs to be cleaned." She orders.
The maid scrambles to pick up the weapon while scurrying away. Before she can reach the door, Bela appears in front of her and grabs her by the collar of her uniform.
"Next time I hear you and your friends talk about my wife, you'll find yourselves in the cellar. Clear?"
The maid nods and runs off once Bela releases her. You pant heavily, your cunt raw and sore and still clearly exposed. Bela reappears and lands a firm slap against it making you squeal in surprise. She chuckles lowly and rubs it soothingly, her other hand untying you. You stand up shakily before twisting and scooting yourself onto her desk. She raises an eyebrow as you smirk at her and giggle gently.
"What?" She accuses.
"You called me your wife." You point out.
"Hm. So I did." She leans closely, spreading your legs apart for her to slip between, "guess I'll have to keep my word."
You close the distance and lock her lips with yours, the familiar slurry of iron and wine reaches your tongue. Bela breaks the kiss and sits in her chair, her erection making a clear tent in her dress.
"Need help?" You ask, brushing your foot over her thigh.
"As a matter of fact yes. Come sit darling."
Bela pulls her dress up to reveal her throbbing erection with precum coating the tip. You slide off her desk and she guides you with her hands on your hips. She lowers you onto her cock, giving you ample time to adjust and get comfortable.
"Now, be a good girl and sit still while I finish the paperwork that you so rudely interrupted."
"What? Just sit here?" You ask.
She hums her agreement then pulls back the paperwork that you scooted away. An hour in and you start to fidget, her cock still fully erect and warm inside you. Bela gives you a warning growl when you start moving and you groan in frustration. Every time she gets sucked into her work you bite your lip and adjust your hips little by little to see what you can get away with.
She notices but chooses to let you think you're getting away it. You sigh heavily and have to resist every temptation to touch yourself. Bela's cold body becomes warm from your radiant heat, and soon you used to her camping inside. Every so often she reaches between your legs or up your blouse to fondle you. Just like when talking to her mother, she remains calm and works away as if she's not entirely sheathed in you.
She eventually finishes and decides to reward you by taking you on the desk to finish what she started. Right as another maid walks in to collect the untouched tea.