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“Mmmng. Mmmng. Nnnng.”
“Good…that’s good. Ah! Yes! Come on…use your tongue a little more.”
Audrey obeyed Master Calvin’s command, swirling her tongue around him as she held him in her mouth. She hoped he would finish quickly (her knees were sore from the wooden floor), but Master Calvin was known for his longevity.
The young maid had no idea how long she had been at the Institute. She suspected it had been at least a year, but she couldn’t know for sure. Maids were not permitted to know things such as dates, after all.
She knew her capture occurred in the spring, just days after her 18th birthday. Even who knew how many months later, she was still able to remember the fear that coursed through her when the big, muscled man grabbed her arm and drugged her, knocking her out cold.
While she had been unconscious, the man (who she later learned was the headmaster’s brother, Master Gregory) had had his way with her. She didn’t know for how long, but by the time she had awoken with his cock in her ass, she was sore all over.
Looking back, that first encounter was a good indication of how she would feel during the majority of her time at the Institute.
“Mmmng. Nnnng.” Audrey gulped for air between Master Calvin’s thrusts, but he did not give her much time to breathe, shoving himself inside her at a ruthless pace.
“That’s it! Ah! Good! Suck! Suck me, you little whore!”
Audrey did not pay much attention to what Master Calvin said. She learned long ago to let such things slide. It wouldn’t do to focus on her torment too much.
After all, she could have it worse. Much worse.
It was a challenging adjustment period (she still wasn’t entirely used to her new life), but at least she knew what to expect now. Having serviced nearly every master at the Institute, she knew what each of them liked. She knew which ones she should look in the eye the entire time they ravaged her and the ones that preferred her to look down. She knew the ones with a preferred orifice and those who liked to dabble in all three. She knew which ones were silent and which ones debased her every time they opened their mouths.
She knew the gentle ones, the ones who were happy to give her pleasure and make her wonder how she could ever be unhappy with such attention. Sometimes, after their visits, she would talk about it with the other girls, and they would sigh and squeal like ordinary girls without a care in the world despite their situation being anything but.
Elise was convinced Master Carter was secretly in love with her, as he requested her every other week. Audrey didn’t have the heart to tell her that he called on Natalia and Mae nearly twice as often.
But some Masters were cruel and wanted to make her hurt as much as they could, and they would because she was helpless to do anything to stop them. Luckily, those masters mostly had their hands full in the basement and didn’t have time to call on her or any of the other maids.
But when they did…well, let’s just say that even the tyrannical Madame Whitney gave them a few days of recuperation afterward.
Master Calvin’s sudden increase in speed brought Audrey back to the present.
Finally , she thought, ready to be done with this.
“I’m gonna cum,” He said. “I’m gonna cum down your throat, and I want you to swallow every drop, you hear me?” he yanked her hair.
Audrey nodded as much as she could, tears welling in her eyes.
With a final groan, Master Calvin shoved deep into her throat. Only her plentiful experience prevented Audrey from gagging and choking on his length. Even so, she still felt a twinge of panic at the feeling of him so deep inside her.
Audrey began swallowing even before he released. According to Nia, one of the other maids, this was a surefire way to make sure she swallowed every drop of cum like most masters request after fellatio.
Audrey was grateful for this tip. She did not want to experience what happened when she failed to do this.
After her final swallow, Audrey licked Master Calvin’s shaft, starting from the base and working her way to the mushroom-shaped tip. Master Calvin was one who liked to be cleaned after. She could tell he was pleased with her by the way he ran his fingers through her hair as she did this.
“Good girl. Good little slut,” he cooed.
As soon as she was finished, Audrey leaned back on her heels, placed her hands in her lap, and turned her eyes to the ground. Master Calvin tucked himself away and zipped his pants. He then walked away, leaving her on her knees in the middle of the hallway, feeling like no more than a whore.
In all ways that mattered, she supposed she was.
Not five seconds later, a figure dashed around the corner from the opposite side of the hall. Audrey whipped her head up to see Charlotte approaching her with a frantic expression.
“There you are,” she said with obvious relief, helping Audrey to her feet. “Madame Whitney is making her rounds. We need to be in the ballroom immediately!”
Without further ado, the two girls hurried along the corridor. Audrey tucked her breasts that Master Calvin had exposed back into her skimpy uniform (that barely covered her as it was) as she did so. She chanced a glance at Charlotte, whose massive tits bounced with abandon. Watching the older girl made her feel thankful for her manageable C-cup breasts. She couldn't imagine how much pain Charlotte felt in having to do all sorts of strenuous activities braless.
But the older girl never complained. Charlotte had been an Institute maid for longer than any other girl in Audrey’s room. With her shocking beauty, Audrey wouldn’t have been surprised to see her as a movie star back in the outside world.
Here, however, it wasn’t good to be too pretty, as it attracted unwanted attention. Audrey couldn’t count the number of times she had unwittingly observed Charlotte pleasuring up to seven masters at a time. The poor girl was many of their favorites and was called upon more often than anyone else.
Audrey often wondered how she managed to live this way. It had to have taken its toll on her. But Charlotte never complained, not even once. She worked to uplift the other girls, never letting them see any negative feelings she might have. She was upbeat and even somewhat cheerful—as cheerful as one in their position could be. More than anything, she was inspiring and an excellent guide to all of them, especially the newcomers.
None of them could imagine their lives here without her.
The two maids burst into the ballroom with no minute to spare, their swift footsteps echoing against the polished marble floors. A few other girls were already there, armed with feather dusters and soft cloths. They stopped their bustle of activity upon their entrance to watch them with wide eyes. Several girls breathed a sigh of relief upon their arrival, glad their friends would evade the consequences of their absence from their designated posts later on.
Audrey and Charlotte each picked up a feather duster and, in nearly synchronized movements, began methodically sweeping away any hint of dust or imperfection from the ornate furnishings and gilded fixtures. Less than 30 seconds later, the quick pace of heavy shoes clicked closer and closer. The already hushed ballroom silenced completely as the grand doors creaked open, heralding the arrival of their formidable supervisor, Madame Whitney.
Her broad, imposing figure commanded attention as she strode into the room with an air of authority that sent shivers down every maid’s spine. Dressed impeccably in a crisp uniform, her steely gaze swept over the scene before her, missing nothing as she assessed the progress of her charges with a critical eye. Her presence alone instilled a sense of unease in the room.
Audrey’s pulse quickened. Her hands became clammy, and sweat formed over her brow, but she did not let that interfere with her duty. She kept at her work as if nothing was amiss. The other maids followed suit for fear of the wrath the Madame might unleash upon them if they showed any signs of weakness or incompetence.
It felt as though time had slowed to a crawl, each heartbeat echoing like a thunderous drumbeat in Audrey’s ears. With heavy, measured steps, Madame Whitney approached each maid in turn, inspecting their work with an intimidating meticulousness. Her sharp words were few but carried a weight that left no room for error, reminding them of the high standards expected in this esteemed establishment . As quickly as she arrived, Madame Whitney departed, leaving an atmosphere tinged with relief and trepidation.
Audrey let out the breath she had been holding since Madame’s entrance. The other girls, from the looks on their faces, did, too. She exchanged a glance with Charlotte, who smiled at her reassuringly. Audrey tucked her shoulder-length black hair behind her ear and returned to work.
She couldn’t help but think of what would have happened if Madame Whitney had arrived before she and Charlotte had returned. It wouldn’t have mattered that Master Clavin was the reason for their absence. They would have been harshly punished without mercy. Would it have been just the standard spanking or something more severe?
Audrey shook her head, clearing her mind of the possibilities. Stressing about that would do her no good. Charlotte had come for her and saved her from punishment.
Charlotte. The other girl had rushed to her aide even though she faced the same threat if she were to fail. Affection for her friend rushed through Audrey, and her heart ached. She would need to find a way to thank her later.
After her duties were done and Audrey departed from the ballroom, she couldn’t help but think of her very first punishment under Madame Whitney’s hand. It had been awful. She had only been at the Institute for no more than a few days and was still recovering from the shock of being kidnapped and enslaved. The world passed by in a blur.
Except for Madame Whitney.
While the other maids and even some of the masters afforded her grace while she was still getting used to everything, the Madame did not. She was unequivocal with her expectations right from the start.
Audrey did her best to meet these expectations but was quick to fall short at the beginning. During one of Madame Whitney’s inspections, she had missed dusting the windowsill behind a sofa in the grand entryway. Without further ado, the Madame pulled Audrey over her lap, lifted her skirts, and gave her a harsh, thorough walloping that left her sore for days afterward.
She had received several punishments since then, many much harsher, but none were nearly as jarring as that first one. Some were because she failed to live up to Madame Whitney’s extreme expectations or she happened to make a mistake in her presence. Others were just because the masters wanted to torment her. After all, they had the right to use her as they wished at any and all times.
Like her, most of the maids just did their best to live with their situation, doing their work to their greatest abilities and staying under the master’s radars. Some were friendly with one another and formed a friendship of sorts that they could rely on in hard times. Others were, understandably, too shy or traumatized to talk and just kept to themselves. There were even a few who were somewhat happy with their new lives and encouraged the masters when they came calling, going so far as to flirt with some of them. They tended to think of themselves as better than the other girls and were clearly striving for promotions.
Audrey couldn’t be too harsh on them, no matter how annoying these girls could be. They were all in the same boat and just trying to get by with the rough hand they were given.
It’s hard not to feel resentment in her position. But at this point, all Audrey could think was that at least she wasn’t a slave or a pony or, God forbid, a cow . No, if she had to spend the rest of her days at the Institute, being a maid was probably for the best.
However , she surmised if she had to pick something else, it might not be so bad to be a pet or a baby. At least they weren’t treated as harshly and even seemed to be shown affection. She shuddered at the thought of being forcibly infantilized or being made to crawl on all fours with a tail sticking out of her ass.
No. Neither of those was very appealing in the end either.
At that moment, a large hand grabbed Audrey just under her elbow and yanked her backward. Her back hit against the broad chest of one of the masters. He wrapped his other arm around her body, cupping her breast in his palm, fondling it as he nuzzled her neck and ear.
“I’m glad to find you here, little one,” the smarmy voice behind her crooned.
Despite her position, it took everything in Audrey not to scoff at his words. From his voice, she could instantly tell that Master Peter, one of the newest and youngest recruits, was the one to have her in his grasp. Standing at 5’9”, she was by no means little . With only a few inches of height on her, he had no merit calling her such, but it was a common phrase she heard with masters high on power trips.
Audrey didn’t answer him as he continued to fondle her. Not that he expected her to. Despite his newness to the Institute, she was already familiar with his likes. Speaking was not one of them.
Master Peter slipped a finger in the low neckline of Audrey’s dress and pulled. Her breasts bounced slightly as they were freed from their meager confinements. Her nipples pebbled immediately once exposed to the cold air, although the master behind her would probably attribute this to being because of him.
He took both of her breasts in his hands and rubbed them, squeezing as he rolled them around. Being so new, Master Peter was not as skilled as many of the other masters. Still, Audrey couldn’t help but shiver at the feeling of his rough, calloused palms on her hard nipples.
The figure behind her noticed her reaction and chuckled. He took her nipples between his fingers and pinched them. It was a little too harsh for Audrey’s tastes. She groaned and arched her back in an attempt to alleviate some of the strain on her poor buds, but it did little good. Master Peter would release her when he wished and no sooner.
Luckily for Audrey’s nipples, and unluckily for the rest of her, Master Peter was an impatient one, and he was ready to explore the rest of her body. The master none-too-gently shoved Audrey against one of the windows overlooking the back gardens. From this vantage point, the young maid could clearly see the nannies and some maids taking the babies out for their afternoon walks. Some of the babied girls were nestled in prams, while others were held on their nannies' hips.
Master Peter grabbed Audrey’s wrists and pressed her palms against the glass.
“Keep those there,” he ordered, nuzzling her ear. Audrey shuddered at the feeling of his breath on her face and obeyed him.
The young master ran his hands down her body. As she was slightly bent over the windowsill, the dress that already barely covered her ass rode up to expose her white thong. Master Peter grunted and groaned as he rubbed himself against Audrey’s perky backside. With only the fabric of his pants and her thong separating them, she could clearly feel his length hardening.
He rutted against her faster and faster, panting as he used her body without a care for her own pleasure. Finally, when it seemed he couldn’t take it any longer, he unzipped his pants, pushed aside her tiny thong, and entered her forcefully.
By all accounts, Audrey should be used to the feeling of being penetrated by now, but Master Peter wasn’t one for foreplay, and she was relatively dry when he shoved himself inside. Audrey grunted as she was spread wide around him. Without giving her time to adjust, the master continued his use of her, pounding into her body with abandon.
The slick sounds of their copulation filled the hallway, along with Mater Peter’s moans and Audrey's occasional vocalations. He was enjoying himself immensely while she felt more discomfort than anything. Most masters would play with her clit or nipples, offering her some pleasure in these encounters as they used her for their own. But Master Peter’s hands stayed firmly on her waist, using it as an anchor to pound into her body.
He finished rather quickly and unceremoniously, emptying himself inside her with a roar. Not for the first time, Audrey wondered what would happen if she or any of the other maids were to get pregnant. It didn’t seem like the masters were taking any precautions against it. She forced those worries from her mind. It wouldn’t do to fixate on such things out of her control.
The two of them stayed joined together while Master Peter caught his breath. After a few moments, he removed himself with a slurp. Audrey felt his seed start to trickle out of her as he put himself back in his pants. When he was finished making himself presentable, he patted her ass, ripped her thong from her body, and walked down the hallway without another word.
Audrey stood there, leaning against the window with her breasts hanging out, her ass displayed, and cum leaking out of her body. If another master were to walk by, she would just be an advertisement for further use. After a few beats, she could finally bring herself to move.
She stood up straight, groaning as her back protested, and tucked her breasts back into her dress. By this point, most of the cum had leaked out of her. With nothing else at hand, she was forced to use the bottom of her dress to clean the rest out. She hated it when the master took her underwear. Not only was it uncomfortable and humiliating to go around and work without it, but it also provided easy access for when the next master came along.
When she felt she had done all she could, Audrey pressed the bottom of her dress against her legs and walked down the hall to the laundry room, where her following duties awaited her. Her cheeks were wet, and it took her a moment to realize she was crying. Upon this realization, the floodgates opened further, and she couldn’t stop them.
Audrey stopped where she was and put her head in her hands, allowing herself this one moment of reprieve.
What did she do to deserve this life?
It could be worse , she told herself. But at times like this, she couldn’t see how.