Miss Adrianne’s smile grew more predatory, and she gestured to the bed. “Take off your clothes,” she said, her voice a silky command. “And let’s see what kind of entertainment you can provide.”
I froze, my mind racing. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t let her do this to me. Rachel stepped forward, her eyes flashing with anger. “Ma’am,” she began, “I don’t think that’s appropriate. She’s just a maid.”
Miss Adrianne’s smile grew colder. “Rachel,” she said, her voice a warning, “you’re dismissed. Leave us.”
Rachel’s eyes met mine, full of anger and fear, but she didn’t argue. With a curt nod, she turned and marched out of the room, the door slamming shut behind her. The finality of it echoed through the small space, leaving me alone with the woman who had just ordered me to undress.
Miss Adrianne’s smile grew more predatory as Rachel left, her eyes raking over my body with a hunger that made me want to shrink away. But Rachel’s words echoed in my head, a reminder that I wasn’t just a victim here. I was a player in this twisted game, and I had to play it smart. So, I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself.
“Now, Emma,” she said, her voice a seductive purr. “Let’s see what you’ve got.” If you this, I’ll give you 10k dollars
The temptation of the money was like a siren’s call in my ear, whispering sweet promises of a life free from the drudgery of being a maid in this oppressive mansion. Ten thousand dollars. Enough to start over, far away from here. But as I looked into Miss Adrianne’s cold, calculating eyes, I knew the cost was too high. Rachel’s words about sticking together echoed in my head, reminding me that I had an ally, however unlikely, in this place.
I took a step back, my heart racing as I felt Miss Adrianne’s hand on my shoulder, pulling me towards the bed. “Ma’am,” I said, my voice shaking, “I’m sorry, but I can’t do this.”
Her smile turned into a sneer, and she yanked me back, spinning me around to face her. “What did you just say to me?” she demanded, her grip on my arm tightening painfully.
“Ma’am, please, I’m not comfortable with this,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. But the fear was bubbling up inside me, threatening to spill over.
Miss Adrianne’s smile morphed into a snarl, and before I could blink, she had me pinned against the bed, her nails digging into my skin. “You’ll do as you’re told,” she hissed. “Or face the consequences.”
SUMMARY^1: Emma resists Miss Adrianne’s sexual advances, driven by Rachel’s words of unity and the hope of escape. Miss Adrianne’s reaction escalates the situation, revealing her true nature and the depth of the mansion’s exploitation. Rachel’s earlier support becomes a beacon of strength for Emma in her refusal. The summary effectively captures the emotional turmoil and the stark reality of the mansion’s power structures, emphasizing the risk and courage involved in Emma’s decision.
Her hand slammed down onto the bed beside my head, the force making me flinch. With a sudden, rough movement, she slid her fingers into my pussy, the intrusion causing me to scream in pain. She didn’t care about my discomfort, her eyes lighting up with a sadistic glee as she watched my face contort. Rachel’s warning about her cruel nature rang in my ears, and I knew I had to find a way to get out of this situation.
Miss Adrianne leaned over me, her breath hot and sour against my skin. She caught my wrists in her iron grip, pinning them above my head. Her other hand moved to my chest, squeezing my breast with a ferocity that made me gasp. Then, she latched onto my nipple, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin as she licked it, the mix of pleasure and pain making me dizzy.
Her eyes searched my face, looking for any sign of submission, but all she found was determination. I wouldn’t let her break me. Not here, not now. Rachel’s words of solidarity echoed in my mind, bolstering my resolve. I could feel the strength of our newfound bond, and I knew that I had to stand my ground.
“Miss Adrianne,” I gritted out through clenched teeth, “please, I’m not… I’ve never…”
Her eyes narrowed as she looked down at me, and she paused, her hand still buried in my underwear. “What’s that?” she whispered, her voice a mix of disbelief and excitement. “You’re a virgin?”
I nodded, tears threatening to spill down my cheeks. “Yes,” I managed to whisper. “Please, don’t do this.”
Miss Adrianne’s eyes widened, and she giggled, the sound like nails on a chalkboard to my ears. “How utterly delightful,” she purred, her grip on my wrists loosening slightly. “A fresh little flower, ripe for the plucking.”
Her fingers moved deeper, her nails digging into the tender flesh as she explored my untouched depths. I gritted my teeth, fighting back a whimper of pain. “You’re so tight,” she murmured, her voice a mockery of tenderness. “But not for long.”
Her breath was hot against my neck, her teeth grazing my earlobe as she spoke, her words a vile caress. “How sad, Emma,” she giggled, the sound sending chills down my spine. “To have such a beautiful, untouched treasure and waste it on someone like him.” Her grip tightened, her nails biting deeper into my skin. “But don’t worry,” she whispered, “I’ll show you how a real woman is pleasured.”
As if on cue, the door to the servant’s quarters swung open, and in stepped Mr. Luca. His eyes widened at the sight of us, a wicked smile spreading across his face as he took in the scene. “Miss Adrianne,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “I didn’t know we had a little show tonight.”
Miss Adrianne’s grip on me tightened, but she didn’t bother hiding what she was doing. Instead, she looked up at him, her eyes gleaming. “Mr. Luca,” she purred. “Would you like to join us?”
My heart sank. Rachel’s warning about Mr. Luca’s depravity came flooding back, and I knew that with him here, my chances of escape were slim to none. He stepped closer, his eyes raking over my body with a hunger that mirrored Miss Adrianne’s.
“Indeed,” he murmured, his voice like silk over gravel. “I see why you’ve been keeping this one to yourself.” He reached out a hand, his fingers tracing the line of my collarbone. “So innocent, so ripe.”
I struggled against Miss Adrianne’s hold, my fear escalating as Mr. Luca’s eyes bore into me. “Please,” I begged, my voice trembling. “Let me go.”
Mr. Luca’s smile grew wider, his hand moving to the zipper of his pants. “Oh, I don’t think we’re done here,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine. “Not by a long shot.”
Panic surged through me like a wildfire, consuming every ounce of reason I had left. Rachel had warned me about Mr. Luca, but I hadn’t realized how dangerous he truly was. Miss Adrianne’s grip on my wrists tightened, and she leaned down, her breath hot and ragged against my neck. “You’ll be begging for it soon enough,” she murmured, her teeth grazing my skin.
Mr. Luca’s eyes were dark with lust as he stepped closer to the bed, his hand still on his zipper. “Let’s see how much of a fighter you really are,” he said, his voice a low growl.
I could feel Miss Adrianne’s excitement as she watched him, her own hand still working in my pants, her nails digging into my flesh with each thrust. Rachel’s face flashed through my mind, her strength and the bond we had formed in such a short time. I couldn’t let her down, or myself. I had to fight.
“You’re already wet enough,” Mr. Luca said, his voice a chilling purr as he approached the bed. His hand reached out to stroke my cheek, his touch repulsive yet strangely electrifying. I jerked away from him, my eyes flashing with a mix of fear and anger. “Don’t touch me,” I spat.
Miss Adrianne’s laugh was cold and mocking. “Oh, she’s feisty,” she said, her eyes never leaving mine. “But don’t worry, Mr. Luca. I’ll make sure she’s more than ready for you.”
Her hand withdrew from my pants, and she leaned in closer, her mouth hovering over mine. I could feel her breath, hot and sour, as she spoke. “You’re going to be our little toy tonight,” she murmured, her tongue flicking out to trace the seam of my lips. “And we’re going to enjoy every second of it.”
Mr. Luca stepped closer to the bed, his hand finally freeing his erection, which stood proud and menacing between us. He reached out to stroke Miss Adrianne’s cheek, his eyes never leaving mine. “Indeed,” he agreed, his voice a chilling purr. “Let’s see what this little maid is truly made of.”
Miss Adrianne leaned back, her hand sliding from my pussy to my thigh, leaving a wet trail in its wake. She licked her lips, her eyes shining with a malicious excitement that made my stomach turn. “You’re going to be so much fun,” she said, her voice dripping with anticipation.
But as Mr. Luca moved closer, his hand reaching out to claim me, something inside me snapped. With a strength I didn’t know I had, I pushed Miss Adrianne away, sending her sprawling onto the bed with a gasp of surprise. I scrambled backward, trying to put as much distance between us as possible, but Mr. Luca was too fast. His hand shot out and grabbed my arm, yanking me towards him. I stumbled, my legs giving way beneath me, and suddenly I was kneeling on the bed, his chest in front of my face, his erection jutting out like a weapon.
“Fight me,” he said, his voice low and taunting. “Fight us.”
If you can, I thought, my heart racing, then I will. The fear had turned to anger, burning in my chest like a wildfire. I had to get away from them.
Miss Adrianne’s eyes glinted with excitement as she watched from the bed, her own hand slipping into her underwear. But I didn’t care about her anymore. All I cared about was Mr. Luca, his hand tight around my throat, his other hand lifting my skirt. His fingers grazed my thigh, his touch repulsive yet somehow exhilarating, as if my body were betraying me.
I struggled against his grip, my nails digging into his arm. He grunted in pleasure, his grip tightening. “Fight,” he whispered, his breath hot in my ear. “It’s what we all want.”
His dick brushed against my entrance, and I could feel the tip of it probing, trying to push its way inside me. I closed my eyes, begging for it all to end, for someone to save me from this nightmare.
And then, as if in answer to my silent prayer, the door to the room flew open with such force that it slammed against the wall. My eyes shot open, and I saw a figure standing in the doorway, his face a thundercloud of rage.
It was Mr. Harrison.
His eyes were like twin thunderstorms as they swept the room, taking in the scene before him. His fists clenched at his sides, and for a moment, I thought he might strike Mr. Luca down where he stood. But instead, he took a deep, controlled breath and stepped into the room, his voice a low growl. “What the hell is going on here?”
Miss Adrianne’s hand froze, and she sat up, pushing her hair out of her face. “Mr. Harrison,” she began, her voice dripping with sweetness, “we were just…”
But he cut her off with a snarl. “I can see what you were ‘just’ doing,” he spat, his eyes flashing. “Get your fucking hands off her.”
Miss Adrianne’s hand retreated as if burned, and Mr. Luca took a step back, his smug expression fading into one of surprise. Mr. Harrison stalked over to the bed, his eyes never leaving Mr. Luca’s. “What do you think you’re doing to my maid?” he demanded, his voice like a whip.