A Debt to Be Paid

Since her parents died, Camille had been living with her brother Etienne on his rural French estate. He had always been prone to illness, and after starting a Parisian business that failed within the first 3 months, his stress, drinking, and sickliness got the better of him and he too died, leaving her to deal with his many, rather large debts.

What she didn't know was that he had written her as collateral for his debt to his biggest investor- a very rich, very powerful lord.

And he wanted his payment.

She had managed to pay off the most of the debts, meanwhile keeping enough to maintain a simple household in the country- or so she thought.

One late afternoon several horsemen came to her door, told her the circumstances and demanded she come with them immediately - their master was waiting.

After a brief, futile struggle she found herself hauled into a saddle with the largest of the men and speeding off into the cool evening.

In mere hours she was staring out at the darkened sky from a very unwelcoming chamber high in the manor of her new lord, waiting for him to come and give her her assignments- perhaps he would have her cook, or clean. The usual servant duties.

But she was in for far more than her brother had bargained for.

Garon brooded.

He had made several bad investments, and began foreclosing. Their businesses were worthless, their "debts of honor" even more so. The "slaves" sent were useless. Frail dependents that did little more than cry, eat, and sleep. Slaves had upkeep, their work was poor, and they were best sold off. But his last "toy" died before breaking, so died she did. A waste of beauty, and a mistake he needed to learn from.

"My Lord, the girl Camille. She has arrived." Simone bowed in the master's presence.

"You know what to do," waved Garon. "Prepare her then show her to me. Warn her of what happened to the others. I don't want to lose this one."

Simone flushed. Simone was in charge of the staff of the manor, and knew what things the lord of the manor had them do. It was less for her to protect her charges, than to make them accustomed to the master's wishes. She tried not to become too attached to them, but she could not be the stern being that ruled this manor.

*****

Simone dressed in her black outfit, a long flowing dress that did not touch the floor. She waited at the back entrance, where the horsemen brought up Camille.

"So your name is Camille," she plainly said. "You must be aware that our master is not kind. And neither may be anyone else in this house. You must be very skillful at what you do, lest you be sold off. I will do my best to find a place for you in this manor. This is my role."

Pausing, Simone continued. "Tell me about yourself. Or rather, tell me what you are skilled in so that you may best serve the master."


OOC: AtW, let me know if a female dom is alright, as is how open this thread is. I'm sure I'm up for some additional female slaves, but that's just me.



Scribe.

A simple girl, Camille just stared at the beautiful woman in front of her for a few moments before noticing her look of irritation, and remembering she'd been asked a question.

Curtsying, she softly uttered, "I...I have experience in kitchens, m'lady. And I can keep a clean house..." Camille's eyes floated back up to the woman's face, again seeing a look of boredom.

Panicking at the thought of being sold off, of her family being known as one of debtors because she could not repay her brother's investor, she quickly added, "But I am sure I can learn whatever it is you and your Master might need me for, m'lady..."

Simone rubbed her temples. "Cook and clean? Well... you are willing to learn. at least. We had someone who was not. We had to... to send her to the stables..." Simone was unable to continue, holding her hand to her mouth, almost choking. Recomposing herself, Simone pulled at a cord she was holding in her hand. It was not to call a servant. It was a long cord attached to the collar on the throat of a woman. A half-naked young woman, eyes cast down quietly but quickly walked towards her. She was blindfolded, yet knew where exactly to walk in the castle. The woman immediately began touching Camille's body.

"Do not fear, Camille. We call her our tailor. She had committed an offense, and no longer may see. We can take off her blindfold, but she does not wish it. I imagine it keeps her from seeing what happens in this castle." Directing herself to the woman, "You do not wish to look upon others, do you?" The tailor immediately shook her head, still cast down.

Camille felt the tailor's hands on her. The hands were brusque, impersonal, yet did not invade her. They touched her neck, arms, breasts. They travelled up her legs, her hips, her waist. Careful. Deliberate. Simone was silent through the entire process, watcher the tailor do her work. The tailor stopped, kneeling. "Are you done?", said Simone. The tailor nodded her head, silently. "Then find her a uniform. Hurry."

Returning to the new slave, Simone said, "Camille, I must tell you. Jacqueline is not a kind mistress, but I do not want to send you to the cook. You must obey Jacqueline, but even then that does not placate her. She will not harm you, but be careful."

The tailor returned, holding the uniform, black, silk and leather. The uniform was a harsh corset, that would squeeze the waist, and lift the breasts. A minimal top further lifted the breasts, exposing them. The bottom underwear also concealed little, exposing the private parts of a woman.

"Wear this, Camille. I will take you to Jacqueline."


Scribe.

Camille's face glowed bright red when the woman's hands started sliding over her.

She'd never even been touched by a man, let alone another woman...and wearing only a simple green dress, she was sensitive to every squeeze, every pass of the hands over her curves.

As the hands went lower, she felt...funny. She looked up at Simone, hoping she would acknowledge her, somehow assure her it was alright, this is what's supposed to happen...

But she was met with the same superior look as before, and so cast her eyes down, her cheeks now a permanent shade of pink.

Finally it was over, but her relief was short-lived...the gasped at the mere sight of the outfit.

If you could call it that.

She could tell immediately it would cover very little...how could she ever put this on! She was a virtuous, good woman!

But fearing the worst if she disobeyed, she grimaced and looked around for a changing screen, a slow look of fearful comprehension dawning on her...

"Camille," said Simone. "Did you say you would learn? The lesson begins now. You may change here in front of me, or risk Jacqueline's disapproval if you show up in the dress you wear. I know what a woman's body looks like, and you must not have feelings when you show it to others." Camille looked at her, deeply. "Do you understand?"

****

Jacqueline kicked the boy-servant. She then positioned the tip of her black shoe into the young man's back, then dug into it. He remained eyes cast down, making not a sound.

"Tsk! What is keeping that new slave so long? It must have been five minutes!" she feigned, drawing the vinyl along his cheek. Jacqueline was a voluptuous woman, her body held tight in her black corset, pushing up her breasts in her maiden uniform, showing her cleavage. She put her mirror in the slave-boy's teeth, and pulled his hair back, so she could see herself. She checked her gloss-red lips. Perfect, as usual. Taking the mirror and fluffing down the skirt of her dress, she made herself ready for the new slave.

Then she kicked the poor man again.


Scribe.

Camille stared blankly, feeling totally lost and helpless.

Being asked to strip down like this...not that she was wearing much, but still...she had been too shy even to let the chamber maid in her brother's manor see her in a simple chemise, let alone...

She gulped, but knew what she had to do.

Setting the new ensemble beside her, Camille avoided Simone's eyes as she gripped her dress at the hips, slowly tugging up the hem until she could pull it over her head.

Her cheeks were stained pink in embarassment as she fingered her chemise, her eyes darting up to Simone's cold ones for a moment before tearing that off as well, exposing herself entirely.

Cold. She felt cold.

Quickly she picked up the corset. Eyeing it nervously, she hardly knew what to do with it...until Simone ripped it from her hands and wrapped it around, tugging the small latches closed, tightening Camille's torso into a very small space.

Her breath practically cut off, her eyes wide in shock at the indecent top, she easily, almost stupidly obeyed Simone's harsh command to step into the bottoms, which were tugged up and tightened as well, though they left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Completely strapped in, hardly able to breathe or walk, Camille was led out of the hallway

Simone lead Camille by the collar, a black thin leash attached to the black leather around her neck.

"Jacqueline," announced Simone. "Here is the new girl, Camille. She says she can clean."

"I say she is late," said Jacqueline, kicking the poor man over. He laid still on the floor, blindfolded, nearly nude, and hands tied around his back. "There shall be a penalty, but I shall administrate later." Walking towards then around the young girl, Jacqueline eyed her body. "This is the library. My help here is woefully inadequate for the job. You," Jacqueline said, tying Camille's hands behind her back, "shall begin by cleaning the wood of this dusty library. And, yes, your hands are tied and I have given you no tools. You do, however, have a body, a tongue, and parts of you that are moist. I shall watch and evaluate you, and perhaps have this man help you."


Scribe.

Out of habit, Camille had attempted to curtsy...but failed given the circumstances, so stiffly bound in black leather and tightly held by a degrading little leash.

This was not the sort of work she'd planned on, by any means.

Her eyes stayed on the man on the floor, wanting to help him up, but she was quickly drawn back to focus by a sharp jerk from Jacqueline.

About to protest having her hands tied, she simply stared at her new Mistress, shocked at the order.

"But...honestly, you don't expect me to..." but the look on both Jacqueline and Simone's faces told her they were completely serious.

She took an unsteady step back, then another...she was tempted to tug as hard as she could and make a run for it.

But, almost as if sensing her flight instinct, Jacqueline jerked her forward again and pushed her toward a dusty stack of books, commanding her to get started.

Humiliated and confused, Camille started to obey, brushing her hips across the spines of the many large volumes, pulling the dust off in thick streaks that left gray gashes on her smooth skin.

A look of disgust on her face, she glanced back up, waiting for someone to say it was a joke.

Again she met nothing, and slid herself over the books again, tears in her eyes.

Jacqueline watched with serious disinterest.

She watched as the girl began rubbing herself against the books. As she sat on the slave, she let her mind wander, imagining the young thing rubbing her breasts across the buckles down the front of her corset, her thighs polishing her long boots, her breasts rubbing her back. She saw her young charge tear. Ah, she has a long way to go, Jacqueline thought.

Standing up, she pulled the slave up by his leash. He had been watching Camille, and his cock was straining against the tight leather straps confining his crotch. She released only enough of his penis for her to grip. Leading him across the floor by his penis, she addressed Camille.

"You are doing an adequate job, Camille. Your body is filthy and grey, and will be needed to be cleaned up. Please continue your work." Jacqueline began to jerk off the slave, in a rough manner, right in front of Camille. The slave's face tightened, his body tensed, but he did not utter a word, as he shot across the books. Semen splattered against books, some shelves, and a little on Camille.

"Make sure you clean up this mess as well," said Jacqueline.

OOC: Invited Devious to join up on this thread.


Scribe.

Thinking to myself, I have to do everything in my power to no be sold off. I can be a good slave. I did what I saw the others do, and lowered my head, eyes on the floor. "Yes ma'am." I replied and went on moving my body the best I could to get at the dust.

Looking at the mess that was created on the books, "How am I to clean this without just smearing it all over and making it worse?" I thought to myslef.

Looking over at Jacqueline, I see her eyebrow raised looking with intrest to see what I am going to do about the mess her man slave created.

A thought came to mind, "Hell No" I think and shake my head, but my other side knows if I don't do this I will certainly be sold to the highest bidder. With no other choice but that one, I lean over and take a lick.

Jacqueline giggles. The poor dear has found a way to solve this wretched problem, and dutifully licks the cum from the books, ugly droplets collecting on her mouth. She dangles a nearly pristine handkerchief in front of the young girl. Looking at her almost playfully in the eye, Jacqueline says, "Perhaps this will help? You needn't swallow that awful come, just spit it out in this handkerchief." Jacqueline condescendingly offers it to you.

After accepting your response, she grips the back of your head and pulls you towards the bathroom by your hair. "I think you'll do," Jacqueline muses, the dirtiness of the room still unclean. Directing herself towards the male slave, she says, "Come," and he dutifully follows.

The water in the tub is cold, dirty. Jacqueline directs you to enter the tub, and the slave accompanies you. Jacqueline ties the hands of the man behind his back, and allows you to use your hand. "Now clean yourself," Jacqueline smiles. "You may use this man, but," Jacqueline takes your hands and puts them to the sides of his head. "You may only touch his head and guide you over your body as he licks that awful dirt from your body."


Scribe.

Taking a hold of his head, bringing it toward me. "Yes Ma'am." I direct him to my arms first, letting him lick the dirt off. At first I thought I would hate the feeling of having his tongue on my body, but I soon learned other wise. I moved his head higher to my shoulders and up my neck.

I small moan escapes my mouth, and my pussy really starts to get moist. I continue to move his head to my face, making him lick my forehead and cheeks. I then move him to my lips, sucking in a breath as his tongue teases my lips.

Wanting more I move his head down the other side of my throat and to my breast. "Oh yes." I moan as his tongue flicks over my nipple making it harder yet. My hips start to move, my pussy wanting some attention.

I glance up and dare to look at Jacqueline, Hoping not to find her looking at me with disappointment.

Jacqueline smiles. She unfastens her panties and lets Camille see her trimmed wetness. She begins to play with herself, just inches from Camille's wet body. The man is licking Camille, and his arousal is quite plain. The dirt slowly comes off the girl's body. The kiss is quite erotic, the only sounds in the bathtub the trickling of water, the moist kiss, and Jacqueline's rubbing. The man licks, sucking and biting Camille's nipples. He now kneels in the water, his lips just next to Camille's wet pussy.

"Of course," says Jacqueline, to their tacit request. The man moves closer to Camille's moistness, and begins to lick, sucking on the folds of her pussy, the lips between his teeth and tongue. Jacqueline takes Camille's hand and places it on her sex. She simply smiles at Camille, not saying a word.


Scribe.

I moan out as I feel his wet tongue against my pussy. Not wanting to dissapoint Jacqueline, I slide a finger between her lips and feel her hot, wet pussy. I smile as I find her clit and rub my finger against it.

I spread my legs a little wider, giving the male slave more room to lick my pussy. My breath comes faster as his tounge licks me.

I slide my finger back and feel her wet pussy pull it in. I slide it in and out of her hole a few times before adding a second one.

Jacqueline's hips begin to move back and forth over Camille's fingers. "Ooo... this feels nice..." she smiles, as she reaches for Camille's hair. Pulling the young woman to her snatch, she says, "Lick it. Lick me like my other slave. Let me feel my other slave's tongue through yours."

Meanwhile, the male slave's tongue buries itself deeper into Camille. His mouth nibbles Camille's swollen pussy lips. His lips brush against her clitoris. His fingers probe her wet pussy, moving faster and faster.


Scribe.

I have never done something like this before, but I am willing to do anything to stay here. I can feel what the man is doing to me and I try to copy him and do the same to Jacqueline as best as I could.

The way his tongue flicks over my clit and his fingers probe inside of me. Soon I start to pant and begin to move my fingers and tongue faster over her. Now I am doing the things to her that I know would make myself cum.

I insert three fingers into her as I feel my orgasm build, pumping my fingers in and out I nibble on her clit lightly with my teeth before taking it and sucking on it. Letting go of her clit I moan loadly. "Oh yes, I am going to cum soon."

Jacqueline's eyes suddenly filled with rage and she slapped the girl. "You will not come until I tell you too! Do you hear me? DO NOT COME." Jacqueline grabbed the girl and threw her across the floor. Fingernails digging in, Jacqueline sneered deeply into the young girl's eyes. "Master Gareth will be most displeased if you come before he does. You must be able to endure pleasure if you wish to be alive for much longer in the Manor."

Jacqueline threw her the bucket and some rags. "You will now clean the bathroom and tub. Report in an hour to the first bedroom on the right up the stairs. There will be a man in the bed. You will show me how you will wake him up and I will evaluate you on your abilities." She led the male slave out to leave the young girl to ponder her fate.


Scribe.

I do as I am told and scrub the bathroom. Again I have dissapointed her and I need to stay here. I work hard and scrub the bathroom making sure to get all the dirt and leave the room the cleanest I am sure it has been in a long time. I smile and realize that the hour is about up.

I get off of my hands and knees and walk out into the hall. Where did she tell me to go? I ponder as I replay the conversation in my head.

Walking up the stairs it comes back to me, entering the room that she told me, I see a man in bed fast asleep. I take a few steps into the room and realize he is naked.

A hundred thoughts run through my head. I don't know what she wants me to do. Normally I would just yell at my brother and father to get up, but somehow in this place I don't think that is what she is expecting of me.

I turn around, thinking maybe if I found someone to help they could explain it to me. I take a step before seeing someone is in the doorway watching me.

Jacqueline appeared in the doorway, a silhoutte of power and contempt at the young woman. She approached Camille and grabbed her by the back of the head. "Fool. Use your mouth and your tongue to wake up the young master. His cock is hard and stiff in the morning and you will make him come or you will die." The man in the bed was the male slave, and Jacqueline expected Camille to practice on him. "Now. Take his cock in your mouth and suck him off. Treat him as if he were the master." Jacqueline placed a gloved finger into Camille's pussy. "Perhaps if you do well, I will let you come."


Scribe.

I lean over the slave and take him into my mouth, I suck slowly at first, a little unsure of what I am to do. I start to bob my head up and down and suck harder. Moaning as I feel her finger in my pussy. I take my hand and place it on the wet shaft. I begin to move my hand up and down as I lick it starting near his balls and working up ending at the head of his cock. I moan as I taste a drop of his precum.

The slave moaned lightly. Was he truly asleep, or merely pretending? His hips began to move upward, in rhythm to Camille's sucking mouth. His cock was lean, hard, its thickness wrapped by veins against the red shaft bulging in her little mouth. Jacqueline lay her head next to Camille, an odd fondness appearing on her lips. She idly caressed and fondled Camille's tits.

She then disappeared, leaving Camille to continue sucking the slave. She reentered the room, and massaged Camille's wet pussy. "Now, Camille," Jacqueline said teasingly, "We're going to have a little lesson in concentration..." Camille could feel the head of the strap-on slowly entering her pussy...


Scribe.

I felt something enter my pussy, just a little at first, but it felt good. I knew if I stopped servicing the man I would be punished, and I didn't want that.

I moaned against his cock as the instrament in my pussy got shoved deeper into me. I took the cock out of my mouth long enough to lick down his shaft to his balls. I took one in my mouth, sucking it in to my mouth and letting my tongue run around it. I took my hand and started sqeezing his cock as I sucked on his balls.

Jacqueline felt pleased as the young woman sucked off the slave. Her entry into Camille's pussy was slow, pleasurable, deliberate. She could feel the strap-on rub against her clitty, and wondered how the woman sucking before her felt. She leaned forward, cupping one of Camille's titties, and pinched her nipple. She nibbled on Camille's ear, her tongue flicking.

The slave on the bed meanwhile groaned louder. His cock was thrusting upward more, and a delicious look of agony crept onto his face. His hands gripped the soft bed, his knuckles tight and white. Obviously, Jacqueline had given him orders as well...

"Oh, you're being a good girl," Jacqueline cooed. "Think you can make him cum before I make you?" Jacqueline began to move the strap-on a little faster...


Scribe.

OCC: again sorry but I liked this one...keep it? For later when I am up to it?