I sat in my little scullery room and ached, we, the downstairs staff, had cleaned the mansion from top to basement. Plus my other duties, the kitchen staff had the list for the banquet, I wish I knew what was going on, how could I have become a lowly maid who has to answer to Summers.
Only 8 months ago I was the innocent Pauline Summerby, a lady in my aging fathers grand house. It seems a lifetime ago, I remember our house being cleaned, just like I have had to do to this one today, but that time it was our servants that prepared the house for important visitors.
I remember how well we made them clean it the first time Lord Avery Drax came to the house.
He had seen me at a hunt ball and wanted to court me, he asked father's permission, my father was only to pleased to marry me off to money, it would pay for him to go aboard for his health and Lord Drax seemed very nice and acted quite the gentleman.
He charmed me with his worldly ways and witty talk and a great-full father, who suddenly started to feel as though he was not long for this earth, wasn't going to lose this big fish so he rushed me in to the marriage, before I knew it I was Lady Pauline Drax-Summerby, living in a country mansion with servants, footmen, two carriages at my disposal and being shown off by my power crazed husband at lavish balls at least three times a month.
But the one thing I wasn't ready for was the sexual side of marriage. The first three months were difficult. He forcefully took my virginity in a brutal manner, which was a dreadful experience he just got on top and used me. I hated it when he came home drunk and abused me but he soon tired of that and wanted more, he wanted me to put it my mouth or worse in my bottom, I couldn't and wouldn't do it.
We would have blazing rows and he would storm off in to town where he would pay women, then he started to bring them home.
One day he brought home two very pretty young girls, he said they were orphans but I guessed he had bought them from some-one, they looked petrified, I knew he'd done something to them so I reported him to the police. The worst move I could have made.
My father suddenly died, I was alone and now very frightened and my husband told everyone it had an effect on my sanity,
He started playing silly tricks on me, moving things, hiding things then when I complained to staff he would have already put them back making me look foolish, he kept saying I must be mad, then he would make appointments for me that I knew nothing about, I wouldn't be there and people started agreeing with him, saying I must be losing my mind, a doctor was called.
The doctor visited me, it was on the third visit that he said he felt a tonic would be good for me; he started to give me a sweet tasting liquid, I took it thinking it was doing me good.
I found myself forgetting more and I seemed to be always tired, the doctor changed the medicine and I found I couldn't resist it, I had to have it, taking it became addictive.
I lived in a dream world, everything was too much trouble, I stayed in my room and the rumours about me got worse, nobody took any notice of me, and I was getting worse. I could hardly get out of bed, forcing myself out to do the basic things. He would be the one to bring me food, no one was allowed to be in the room alone with me, even when they bathed me no-one was allowed to speak to me he was always there, until one day he got a new manservant.
His name was Roderick and he had sole charge of me.
I remember that eventful day Roderick brought the doctor in, his sarcastic manner scared me as he came over, "Last chance to get you better." With no respect for my position he just pulled me up, I looked at the doctor for sympathy and support as he poured the medicine in to the spoon. It was then I realized it was a different doctor.
I took the liquid, stupidly thinking it was going to make me feel more like my old self besides I needed it but I soon found out how wrong I was, my whole body went limp it was impossible to move, even my voice became nothing more than a whisper, I found I couldn't move at all, Roderick and the doctor stood ether side of the bed smiling down at me, then the doctor said the words that were going to change my life.
"Doesn't look like it's working I think his Lordship was right she should go to the asylum," they both smiled at me.
Roderick said, "I think his Lordship will be very pleased, even more so if you sign the papers she could be admitted tonight; I'm sure he will reward you when he gets back, that will be tomorrow, in the mean time we will restrain her."
As I lay on the bed helpless the doctor looked at me then him, "She really is a beautiful clean looking young woman."
Roderick looked back at him, "Oh yes and as a matter of protocol and to keep those clean looks I'll have her washed and ready for the wagon."
They locked small manacles to my wrists then to the bed, with a bit of pulling my ankles were held the same, Roderick grinned at my pathetic attempts to escape, "Always best to secure people who are mad, don't want you to hurt yourself while the doctor goes for the wagon."
The doctor winked at Roderick, "Oh yes, always keep the lady restrained, wouldn't do to have her arms flaying around everywhere."
When they turned to leave I heard Roderick ask, "How long will you be?"
As the door closed the doctor said, "About two hours, is that long enough?"
I lay there, the word asylum screamed through my brain, I tried so hard to escape but my body lacked the strength I needed. The door opened, framed in it was Roderick and Agatha, the filthy kitchen maid, she was a loathsome creature I hated her and she knew it, she giggled, "Bath time your ladyship," she put her tongue out and waggled at me.
Roderick lead her by the arm and they sort of swaggered towards me, Roderick grinned at me then spoke to her making sure I heard every word, "Nice little Rebecca usually baths her, she says she has a fine body, plump firm tit's and nice legs, her whole body is smooth to the touch, almost like velvet," he turned and looked at me, "Is that true my lady?"
Agatha lifted up a small bucket, "Which bit do you want washed first, where would my lady like me to start?"
I tried to scream at them to get out but a whimpering, "Please leave me alone," could hardly be heard.
Roderick stood at the end of the bed, "Lets start from the bottom and work are way up, shall we?"
Agatha turned her head to look at him, "Allow me sir," she took the hem of my dress and pulled it upwards, I thrashed my head from side to side but to no avail, she just kept bunching it up until the only thing covering my dignity were my bloomers.
Roderick came closer, smiling at me, never taking his eyes from mine, but I could feel his hand on my leg, stroking up the soft cotton, he put more pressure on my leg as he slid up my inner thigh, "Agatha, would not do for us to get her ladyships apparel wet before her trip."
His fingers wrapped around the top of my bloomers, Agatha's hand did the same, she smiled at me then at Roderick, "Together."
He smiled back at her, "On the count of 3, 1, 2, 3, they both pulled down exposing me completely.
I tried so hard to shout, to move, to do anything but I was so weak. They both started at me, Agagtha was the first to speak, "Nice bush and a lovely looking twat, defiantly under used, a shame for such a fine looking woman should be fully used."
Roderick was almost mesmerized, he stared at me and quietly said, "Rich men don't know what they got and lower folk should take any crumb that falls from the table"; with that he tore off his jacket.
Agatha's eyes gleamed, "What me to wet her up for you," she wiggled her tongue at him, "Never tasted a lady before, wonder if they juice up more."
Roderick slowed down, he pulled at his cravat, "Why not, be my guest, they tell me your very good with your mouth."
Agatha smiled at me as she lent across my naked stomach then turned her head and lowered it between my legs; I jumped as I felt her tongue slide the full length of my most private part, I cried as I heard her say, "Sweet as a nut, you'll enjoy parting these cunny lips and she will be tight to start with, but they do say you have something rather big in your breeches."
Roderick unbuttoned his breeches, I could see this large mass in his undergarments, he unbuttoned the front of them, mercy I had never seen anything like it, I wouldn't believe one could be so big, he smiled at Agatha, "You better get her really wet, or this will hurt."
Agatha carried on licking at me, I heard her say, "It will be a pleasure to suck this cunny out, why not see if what they say about her titties is right, I will be a little longer between here, I hope she knows what I'm doing, for later that is."
I had never felt so disgusted in my life, this filthy woman was licking at me like some dog, I could feel her tongue lapping at my inner self, the actual flesh in between my legs, it was being pulled open as she stick her tongue as far up me as she could.
Her fingers rubbed at me just above my opening, rubbing at a part that I knew should give me pleasure but any pleasure was taken by the revulsion at Roderick, he was stood by my bed, me helpless as he undid my bodice.
He pulled my bodice down exposing my breasts; with one hand he played with my nipples, his other hand stroked up and down his enormous manhood. He grinned at me, "Feel nice, a little suck maybe if your ladyship wish's, just to see how long they get."
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