Maidens and Drakels Ch. 02

The butler glanced at May, and hesitated. "Sir, I don't believe we have any suitable quarters prepared-"

"She's a slave for God's sake, put her in a cage or a something." Conrad snapped.

"Sir, I don't believe we have any cages-"

"- just use Lydia's old room, then. Damn it man, I don't have time to waste on this. Just do as I say, won't you?" He crossed his arms over his chest, and looked at Edward expectantly.

The butler nodded mutely, and turned to May, "Uh, come with me." he said, and took hold of her arm as he led her inside. He made no move to grab her leash, and May liked him for that.

The Manor was so old, May had half expected to see cobwebs- but surprisingly, everything on the inside was squeaky clean and the floors literally shone in the candlelight. The hallways were warm and yellow with age, lined with potted green plants and artworks. They passed several spacious, well-lit rooms and a study filled with books, until they came to a locked teak door with a painted black drakel engraved on the front.

"Who is Lydia?" May asked Edward curiously, as the man fumbled through his pockets for the key.

Brandishing the key triumphantly, the butler turned to face her. "It was before I came to work here, but Ms. LydiawasLord Faulkner's sister." He replied, "But she passed away two years ago, in a tragic accident. The other servants tell me she was only fourteen years old."

He opened the door, and May followed after him into the cleanest room she had ever seen. It didn't even looked lived in, so perfect was the decor. There wasn't a single crease in the bed's stiff blue covers, and mirror was sparkling silver. The walls were painted a sheer, painful white. It reminded her a little bit of the inside of a hospital.

"This was a kid's room?" May asked, perplexed.

Edward coughed, "I'm told Ms. Lydia suffered from a mild form of dementia."

That explained why it felt like she was on the inside of an asylum, May supposed. There were a few books stacked neatly on top of the white dresser, and the trash was filled with various little wooden toys and pens. If this room was so unused and clean, what was all this junk?

"Could you maybe get these shackles off?" May asked, turning back to Edward.

"Right away." He replied, with a smile. "And I'll fetch you some clothing. A dress or something."

He disappeared for a few minutes, and came back with a hot coffee and a short green dress that matched her eyes. "Don't tell Lord Faulkner I gave you that." He said, handing her the drink as he began carefully undoing her shackles one by one. "He won't mind the dress. Sex slaves are supposed to look pretty, after all. But I don't think he'd approve of you being given any luxuries."

"Why are you being this nice to me?" May asked, curiously, as she sipped greedily at the hot mug.

There was a pause, "I suppose it's because I pity you. I wouldn't want to be in your place. Not in a million years." Edward said, perhaps feeling he had said too much, laughed softly, "I better get going. I'm sure Lord Faulkner needs my help. See you later."

The door shut behind him, and from outside he shouted, "I'm going to lock you in now. Good night!"

"Good night!" May called out.

Left alone with her thoughts, May pondered how she felt about his last words to her. Two days ago, she knew pity would have been unbearable. Now, she didn't really mind. It was almost pleasant.

Descending down the stairs to his basement on his own, Conrad ran a hand through his hair, and sighed. There was a man sitting there on an old wooden chair, hands at his sides. His burns were red and angry, and Conrad was surprised the man could so still while he was in so much pain. He decided it then- this man was tough as nails.

"Your name?" Conrad asked.

"Captain Jamie Lipperskein, my lord."

Conrad recognized the name. He was a middle aged pirate who had worked as a merchant man for twenty five years, before defecting to work as a pirate under the Faulkner family ten years earlier.

"And you say you were attacked?" Conrad said. He pulled up a chair across from the man, and sat down, folding his arms over his lap.

"Yes sir," Lipperskein replied, glancing down. "My crew and I were just preparing our ship for our third voyage this year -your business so you know, but I won't say more- and some of the barrels of food we were carrying felt suspiciously light, so I cracked one open, and realized only too late that we had been tricked. I was smoking a tobbaco pipe, and It was filled to the brim with mango gas. I barely escaped alive. My crew mates weren't so lucky."

Conrad paused, and considered the story. It seemed unlikely to him that the smoke from a pipe would be hot enough to ignite citrium gas, but he let that slide. Jamie's story seemed to be an honest one, and perhaps there had been another, undiscovered cause for the explosion. What really puzzled him is why an underling like Lipperskein would have been a target of such a sophisticated scheme. It just didn't make sense.

"Who sold you the barrels full of gas?" He asked.

Lipperskein paused, and closed his eyes, as if trying to recall. "I see what you're asking, my lord, but it was Luke, my navigator, who I sent to buy the food, so I don't know exactly where he got it. I know he went to the dock-side market, but that's it. I can't tell you more than that."

"That's fine." Conrad said, watching Lipperskein's face carefully. "Can you read and write?"

The man nodded, "Yes sir, my father taught me my letters when I was just-"

"-I'm going to want you to put everything you can remember down in a written report." Conrad said, cutting him off, "Then, you'll see yourself out, and I'll give you two weeks to get yourself ready to return to work." He stood up, "I just have one last question before I go."

"Anything, sir." The man replied, quickly.

"Do you have any guesses on who might be responsible? Any at all?"

The man shook his head, "Perhaps a vengeful merchant I raided on a previous voyage, or someone with a grudge against pirates in general, but other than that, I really have no idea m'lord. I'm not the type to attract enemies if I can help it."

Conrad nodded. That was all he needed to hear. "Thank you for your time," He called back, as he strode of of the room, "Get some rest. Go home to your wife and your children. A new ship and crew will be prepared for you. Good day."

Once he was alone, he made his way up the basement stairs to the main floor.

"Edward!" He called out. The butler instantly materialized from up the stairs, almost as if by magic. He had his hands clasped behind his back, and Conrad thought he looked a little guilty.

"Yes sir?" He asked.

"I want you to organize a status report on all of my operatives working inside Arcadia. I suspect that within the next few days, you will discover that many of them have been the target of citrium explosions similar to the ones prepared against me and Mr. Lipperskein."

Edward paused. "Is that really necessary sir?"

Conrad nodded sternly, "If they were willing to waste resources on little sparrow like him, then they'd probably already made plans to catch the hawks. I want to know who and where."

The butler's eyes widened in understanding, and he bowed. "Right away, Lord Faulkner."

He descended the stairs, and disappeared around the bend, and Conrad was left alone, feeling the rush of adrenaline that had awoken his mind simmer down, leaving him tense. It had been a long time since he had been so excited, and as much as he was enjoying himself, he was on an edge.

He needed relief- and quickly. Luckily he knew one easy to way to get it.

For a long time after Edward left, May sat alone in her room doing nothing. Then, when she realized that it was probably going to be a very long time before anybody came looking for her, she found the courage to get off the bed and start exploring. She hadn't given up on escaping yet.

Her curiousity was immediately caught by the small pile of books she had seen on the dresser on her way in, and she began to rifle through them. The first few books on the top of the pile were of no interest to her- for the most part, they were children's fairy tales and cookbooks- but at the very bottom of the pile, she found a thin, brown paper book with the word 'Journal' printed neatly on the front cover. She opened it up, and on the first page, found 'Property of Lydia Faulkner' written in the same neat writing.

Unfortunately, just as she went to read on, she heard someone slide open the latch on the door, and she scrambled to hide the book before she was caught, shoving it under the bed.

"What are doing?" Conrad demanded, as he stepped inside.

May stood up, and looked to either side nervously, "Nothing at all."

"Nonsense." Conrad said, "I saw you hide something under that bed. Take it out right now."

May bit her lip, defeated. Then she got to her knees, and slipped the cocoa mug Edward had given her earlier out from under the mattress.

"It was this mug, okay?" She said, casting her eyes downward, and holding it out in front of her like it was a hot cinder. "Your butler gave me a drink, and told me to keep it a secret because you wouldn't like it."

Conrad folded his arms across his chest and surveyed her. "I shall have to have a long chat with Edward about his continued insubordination." He said, apparently satisfied with her lie.

May breathed a sigh of relief.

"Butyou, I will deal with right now." Conrad said, as he began to advance on her.

Oh fuck. Not good.

"Wait, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" May yelped, walking backwards until she felt her knees collide with the back of the bed. The mug fell out of her hand and clattered to the floor.

"This isn't about that, May," Conrad said, as he pushed her down against the bed, and her head thumped into the pillow. His tongue parted her protesting lips with little mercy, and forced its way into her warm mouth, catching her in a kiss. His mouth was soft and demanding against hers, and tasted sweet. Keeping her arms above her head with one firm hand, Conrad held the wriggling girl underneath him down with his superior weight, while his other hand snaked towards her dress.

"You said you were going to wait until after my punishment to rape me!" May yelped, speaking between ragged breaths when he finally broke the kiss.

"I did, but I've changed my mind.' Conrad said, huskily.

He kissed her again and this time as he did, he pulled the hem of her dress all the way up to her breasts, baring the lower half of her body to his eye. Her pale white skin was flushed pink with her humiliation, and her belly was smooth and flawless, just how he liked it. He began to pry her legs open with his own, and to her frustration, May found him to be stronger than her even there. He pulled her panties down to her knees, revealing a small patch of curly brown hair -matching the shade on her head- between her thighs. That would need to go.

"Wet for me yet?" Conrad asked darkly into her ear, his fingers trailing slowly down her body.

"No!" May gasped, as his fingers slid over her across her bare pussy. To Conrad's disappointment, she was only barely. Clearly she was more terrified than aroused. In his experience, this was rather unusual. He had to wonder what was going through her head.

Conrad pulled his fingers away, "How many men have you fucked before me?" he asked, coldly.

"How- how many?" May said, at first not understand the question, and tearing up when she did. "N-none."

"You're a virgin?"

"Yes." May said, her voice hitching as something inside her broke. It wasn't the prospect of losing her virginity that frightened her -some girls valued their purity so highly that they wouldn't even let a man kiss them until marriage- it was that the decision had been taken out of her hands.

His suspicions confirmed, Conrad paused. He felt an unexpected sympathy for the beautiful, wild, angry girl he had pinned down on the bed beneath him. Too lovely for words.

"I guess I'd better warm you up before I fuck you then, because this is probably going to hurt a little bit." He said, brushing away any doubts he might have had. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Just this once." He winked at her teasingly. "Though it's not like you deserve it."

"I hate you, Conrad." May whispered.

Conrad chuckled, trailing soft kisses from her mouth to her breasts. "We'rereallygoing to have to work on your manners, sweetheart." He pulled the top of her dress over her head as she struggled, and slowly unclasped her red bra, easily sliding it off her pale, soft breasts, which he cupped gently before slipping one of her small pink nipples past his lips, kissing it until it tightened in his mouth. His thumb found her clit, and spun small circles until the bud was swollen in his fingers, leaving May panting. His smell washed over, rich and musky, but scented lightly with soap.

"That's it, May." He teased, "You're almost ready."

He unlaced his trousers as he spoke, bringing May's unwilling hands to his slowly rising cock. He ran his hands down her legs, across her thighs, and gripped her around her hips, positioning the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy, parting her moist outer lips.

May was soaking wet when he finally slid into her, but she whimpered in pain all the same. Almost gently, Conrad began to take slow deep thrusts, which gradually became harder as they went on. She felt him take her legs and wrap them around his waist. Rather than fighting, she found herself gripping onto him tightly, and it started to hurt less. Each stroke of his cock inside her made May gasp, which Conrad enjoyed immensely, and she couldn't help but rock her body back and forth with his. Her hot body was hot and sweaty, and she felt something sizzling inside her.

She tried to close her mouth, but Conrad slipped a pair of salty fingers between her lips and held it open, eagerly drinking up her soft, pretty moans. May's cheeks were red with embarrasment. It wasn't supposed to be like this! She was so ashamed she wanted to die.

Though first she would kill him.

May's breasts slapped against her chest with each hard thrust, soft smacks echoing throughout the room, her moans growing steadily louder. She shook out a strangled cry when she hit her unexpected orgasm, totally unprepared for its shuddering force. Her toes curled, and her eyes fluttered up in her head. A few moments later, Conrad came inside her with a satisfied grunt, and May hissed angrily as he filled her with his hot come. If she was stricken with pregnancy, Conrad wasn't worried- he had plenty of Devil's Shade tea for her to drink in his larder

Conrad looked down at the momentarily defeated girl, smiling softly. She was going to be a handful. He kissed her on the lips one last night, and stood up.

"Go to sleep." He said, as he left the room. "Tomorrow, we'll find you your permanent accommodations, and your training will begin. I'm not going to be as nice as I was tonight."

"Go away." May shouted, covering her face with the pillow until she heard the door click shut.

That night, she cried herself to sleep.

Trying to remember his instructions, Fitz scurried left at a fork in the road, and hurried down a narrow street until he reached a smaller, darker alley between two abandoned houses, near the back of a loud, crowded tavern. There, he looked around. There was a red scarf tied to a lead pipe above his head, signaling to him that he was in the right spot. There were no street lamps, but he could see the puddle of what he thought was beer on the ground. A waste of good alcohol.

"Is he dead?" a lilting voice asked. Fitz spun around to find himself face to face with his employer, who was standing shadowed in the alley behind him.

"Oh, uh, I didn't see you there sir!" Fitz almost shouted, "It's all taken care of. I put the mango gas into the engine just the way you showed me, and after a short little drive, I blew the whole thing to high heaven."

"Fascinating." His employer said, "But you haven't yet answered my question.Is Conrad Faulkner dead?"

Fitz bobbed his head up and down excitedly, "Yes sir! I saw it was my own two eyes." He lied. "There was no way he could have survived that. There's not a chance in hell." In truth, he had at the time been too busy running for his life to bother checking behind him, but his employer didn't need to know that- the explosion had been too devastating, and not one of his employer's plans had ever failed before. There was not a doubt in his mind: Conrad Faulkner was dead.

"Oh good. That's fantastic then." His employer said, stepping out from the alley and pulled off the hood of his red cloak, revealing a thick mane of blonde curls, and his usual lopsided grin.

Fitz smiled back at him on instinct, suddenly nervous. There was always somethingoffabout his employer, but he had never been able to put his finger on what exactly it was. Perhaps it was that he was a touch too playful for any person to take seriously at first glance, or that his plans were often a little bit more sadistic than they needed to be. But that didn't matter. Fitz had made money hand over fist during all the years he had spent working under him, and as long as his employer's plans continued to work out so seamlessly, he wasn't going to go looking for any other jobs.

"Did anybody see you?" His employer asked. "Anybody at all?"

"No sir," Fitz said, "Like I said, I made sure to drive him into an abandoned street in the Gullside before I did it. Like you told me, we wouldn't want to leave any loose ends."

His employer laughed loudly, like Fitz had made a hilarious joke.

"That's exactly right, you clever little guy. I'm glad you're finally picking up on my style, because it's going to make this a little bit less of a shock."

His employer pulled his arm out from under his coat, revealing a strange, slender black trident, as long as his forearm. There was a small button on its side. It looked suspiciously like a weapon.

Fitz took a step back, "Sir?" He asked. His employer shrugged, sadly.

"I'm sorry. It's not that I don't like you. It's just that I can't leave any loose ends. I don't want my brother finding out that I was involved in any of this, you see. Not again." He paused thoughtfully, and then added, "Plus this way I get to try out my new toy. So it's a win win!"

He pointed the trident at Fitz' head, and winked.

"But come on, you had to have seen this coming- right?"

The last thing Fitz saw before he died was a flash of blue light.

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A/N Next chapter is slave training, and will have way more sex, I promise. One paltry little sex scene (not sure if it was hot or not- but be gentle, I'm new. Advice for me?) in two chapters is a pretty poor showing for Literotica, so I plan to correct that. :)

Also, I've been working on a short story for this section, due to come out in a few days. Tons of sex, unlike this story so far (hehehe)! I surprised myself when I wrote the first draft all in one night. Tentative title 'The Hope of her People'. If you like reading my stuff, keep an eye out for that!

Pease tell me what you thought about this chapter. All comments are appreciated, and I'm going to try to reply to some of them this time. *puts on hard hat* I welcome your feedback!