Alicia's Descent Ch. 05

Mari stood up, panting from her exertions, and looked down at the red-faced, naked girl at her feet. Her eyes narrowed and she reached for the whip hanging on the wall. Alicia moaned as she looked up and saw the maid standing over her, drawing the cruel length of hide between her hands.

"Stand up, you little bitch," Mari growled.

"No, Mari, please..." Alicia pleaded. "Not that!"

Mari lashed down onto her former mistress' back with as much force as she could muster. There was a loud crack and a red line sprung up on the delicate white flesh, drawing another shriek from Alicia.

"I said get up!"

Alicia, sobbing, rose shakily to her feet, still crouched over, hands in front of her as if to defend herself.

"Turn around, face the wall, feet apart, palms flat against it," Mari commanded. Alicia, shaking, did so.

"Mari, please," Alicia begged. "Not too hard! I'm not used to..."

"Never been whipped before?" Mari asked. "I'll bet you haven't. Not your precious soft noble skin. Oh, it's alright to whip Mari, though, she's just a stupid little common trollop, isn't she? Well it's about time someone did whip you, you little bitch. Maybe if your parents had whipped you a bit more you wouldn't have become such a nasty little orc whore!"

The angry maid started whipping Alicia's back. There was no pattern, no pause, no attempt at any finesse, merely a servant's arm flying back and forth, laying down a fresh red strip on Alicia's creamily white back and bottom at each stroke. Neither girl attempted to count the blows - Mari was too furious and fired up and Alicia was too busy screaming and crying and hopping about, from one leg to the other, trying to keep her palms against the wall, but after the first few strokes losing even that small modicum of self control and hugging herself, curling up, one leg raised, as Mari continued to remorselessly thrash her again and again and again.

At length the petite maid's strength began to flag and she paused, panting and coated in a sheen of sweat, her arm tired from the beating. Alicia sank to her knees, crying and sobbing hysterically, arms clenched across her chest, her back and bottom a patchwork map of angry red lines.

"Hurts, doesn't it, my lady?" sneered Mari. "What do you have to say for yourself now?"

"I'm sorry, Mistress!" Alicia wailed. "I'm sorry, so sorry! Please forgive me!" She was shaking with pain and emotion - her first whipping had been a very salutary experience for the young former noblewoman.

Mari looked at the sobbing woman in front of her, and a twinge of pity intruded as her self-righteous anger dissipated.

"Well," she said, "that's that then. You should know what happens next, don't you slave Alicia?"

Alicia looked up, fearfully, her face streaked with tears. Next? She looked at Mari, who was gathering up her skirts and pulling down her panties. Alicia had a sudden strong memory of such occasions in the past; when it had been Mari cringing and whipped in front of her, and she commanding her maid to pleasure her with her tongue. Yes, she knew what happened next. She began to realise, perhaps for the first time in her life, how she had made things for Mari, what it had been like to be her maid, and the huge well of resentment that she had stored up in her mind.

"Oh, Mari," Alicia said sadly, breaking out into fresh tears. "I was so unkind to you..."

Mari's face softened a little, but she snapped her fingers and pointed to her glistening pussy lips.

"Less talking, more licking," she said.

Alicia nodded, and crawled, slowly and painfully across the bedroom floor towards her former maid. She raised herself to her knees, to be confronted with Mari's puffy little labia, and the clear scent of her arousal. Alicia swallowed. She had never done such a thing before, not with another woman, but she found herself desperately wanting to please her new mistress. She gently brought her soft lips to the other woman's sex, and kissed it softly, letting her tongue slip out to rub between the lips, parting them, darting inside. She moved up to lick at the little bud of Mari's clit, hooded by a fold of flesh, and sucked it into her mouth, putting the most gentle pressure on it.

The effect on Mari was instantaneous. Moisture began to drool immediately from her pussy and she reached down to stroke Alicia's hair.

"Oh yesss, that's it!" she gasped. "Please your mistress... ohhhhhhhh!"

Alicia worked diligently, lovingly, until Mari was a panting, quivering mess, her juices trickling onto Alicia's tongue and smearing across her pretty face, until, with a final sob, Mari came, her thighs twitching, squirting more of her nectar into Alicia's receptive mouth. The maid sank to her knees, glassy-eyed, until she was face to face with her former mistress.

"Good girl," she breathed, and kissed her, tasting herself on Alicia's lips and tongue.

*****

It was some hours later when Mari finally allowed Alicia to leave and go about her duties, her back still stiff and stinging from her whipping. Alicia dressed in one of her own gowns, as her father had permitted, but wore a pinafore to keep it clean once the cook put her to work in the kitchens. As dinner was being prepared, she was sent to fetch water form the well, and it was there, heading back across the courtyard, buckets in hand, when she saw Geoffrey, the 18 year old half orc stable boy, watching her from the stable door. She gave him a slight sad smile and nod of acknowledgement, but as she turned to go back to the kitchens she saw him striding across the cobbles towards her. He stopped her with a firm hand on her shoulder.

"Miss Alicia," he said. Alicia stopped and turned to him.

"Geoffrey," she said, returning his gaze. There was a strange mix of emotions visible on his face. Concern, perhaps, but also a hunger.

"I think that you must call me Master now," he said, almost apologetically.

"Master," Alicia said, blushing at having to address this boy, who because of his parentage had once been among the lowest of the servants, as such. But now, even though she was still dressed in her former finery, she was lower than he - she was a slave, and he, albeit a half-breed stable boy, was nevertheless a free servant.

"I couldn't believe it when they told me about the things what you done," Geoffrey said, sadly. "With orcs, too. Much more than what we did those weeks ago, with Mari, in the stables."

Alicia blushed at being upbraided by him. "And as you can see, I have paid for my misdeeds," she said. "Master."

"I had not thought you could have done such things." He sounded disappointed. "I thought you was a proper lady. Not like Mari. She is nice, but she is a slut. She'd open her legs for tuppence. But you... you were so pretty, and refined. It hurt me to imagine you in the arms of beasts like that." Alicia closed her eyes and turned her head, and Geoffrey softened his tone. "Sorry, Miss Alicia, I didn't mean to hurt you." He looked at her. At the collar at her neck.

"So... you are truly a slave now, Alicia?" he said, wonderingly. His hand was still on her arm, and now he moved his other hand to rest, experimentally, on her shoulder. Seeing that she did not shrug it off, he kept it there. "And now you must obey me, because I am free? So... I may do this to you, and you may not refuse me?" He slid his rough hand down Alicia's pale, trembling flesh to her bosom, and let it slide into the bodice of her dress, cupping her pert breast. Alicia, drew in a sharp intake of breath as the stable lad caressed her, running his rough fingers over her nipple.

"No, Geoffrey," she sighed. "I mean... Master. I may not."

"I think I like it when you call me Geoffrey," he said, his voice thickening with lust. "So it seems just like it was before. And I will call you Miss Alicia. Let us pretend that it was as we were. But... but now it is I who am the master, and you will do as I ask." He drew her closer. "Kiss me, Miss Alicia." It was a command.

"Yes, Geoffrey," she sighed, and let him pull her close, opening her soft mouth to allow his tongue to probe her. As he held her tightly to him she could already feel his hard cock straining at his breeches, pressing against her stomach. She remembered that he was of a prodigious size.

"Do you remember, Miss Alicia, the last time we kissed?" Geoffrey asked, as they broke the embrace. "You were in the street, on your way to the Institute, and I was guiding you. Do you remember what you said?"

In truth, in all of the whirl of the past few days, Alicia did not. She vaguely remembered cock-teasing Geoffrey, but slapping him when he had scolded her about her whoring. "No..." she panted, continuing to cover his mouth with kisses.

"You said that one day you would have to let me sample the real thing, not just your mouth," Geoffrey said, huskily. "And then that night you got me all hot and bothered and then left me standing there, like a lemon. Mari got a good fucking that night..."

He broke off from the embrace, grabbed her wrist, and then dragged her across the courtyard to the stables. Alicia had forgotten how big and strong the boy was. She had no choice but to follow him, her slippers skidding on the cobbles, just about managing to keep upright.

"Well now you got me all hot an' bothered again, Miss Alicia," Geoffrey said as they arrived inside the stable building. "So today is that day." He sat down across a hay bale, and then pulled Alicia until she fell across his lap. "But first," he said, tugging at her skirts, pulling them up to reveal her long, white legs, her stockings and garters, and her silken panties, "you going to get the spanking you always deserved for being so naughty."

He pulled down her panties, and gasped with shock as he saw the tracery of red lines across her bottom that Mari's whipping had left there.

"Who did this to you?" he asked.

"Mari did," Alicia said, suddenly having a sense that she might not be powerless after all.

"I'll have to have words with her later," Geoffrey said, anger in his voice. His thick fingers came to rest on Alicia's still smarting backside, and gently stroked the soft curves, tracing down the crack to the dewy folds of her slit. Alicia moaned as he softly traced them, letting one stubbing finger slip inside her. She could feel his breathing get heavier as he slowly rubbed her.

"So pretty," he whispered huskily, increasing the pace of his fingering and watching Alicia squirm across his lap, his hardness pushing against her stomach.

"Oh, Geoffrey," she panted.

"I got you all hot and bothered as well, didn't I Miss Alicia?" Geoffrey observed, lifting his fingers back to his snout to sniff them. "Ahhh," he said, to Alicia's mortifying embarrassment, "you always smell so sweet. Now fuck me. Fuck me, Miss Alicia."

He pulled her up and let her swing one leg across him, all thought of spanking her now forgotten. Alicia helped him fumble at the laces of his breeches, to allow his huge erection to jut proudly upwards. Geoffrey put his hands on her corseted waist and lifted her easily into the air, pulling her to him and manoeuvring her until her pussy lips were just grazing the tip of his cock, before pulling her down, onto him, spearing her open, feeling her flesh yield to every hot, thick inch of him.

"Aaaauuugh!" Alica squealed with pleasure as the muscular stable lad penetrated her, and immediately started to buck her hips, rubbing herself against him, loving every little friction on her wet and hot twat. Geoffrey still held her waist, and looked into her wild eyes, a huge grin on his face.

"Ohhh! You're still lovely and tight Miss Alicia!" he told her. "I was worried them orcs would have made you all loose now, but you're still a tight little cunny, aren't you?"

Alicia bit her lip and said nothing, continuing to bounce on his lap, heedless of the little twinges from her bottom every time it slammed down onto his thighs, fucking him with abandon, feeling her arousal growing.

"Oh that's it," Geoffrey panted, "fuck me hard and fast, you lovely little slut. You're a slut for me now aren't you Miss Alicia?"

"Yes!" Alicia cried out, "yes! I'm your slut! Fuck me! Fuck me, ahhhhhhh!"

She could see him desperately trying to hold back, and that knowledge was its own aphrodisiac as she continued to ride him like one of the fine horses he looked after. Yet somehow he managed with a great effort of will not to come, and Alicia leaned forward to kiss him passionately, letting his hands stray to her breasts, to pull them from the confines of her dress, to maul them until she came, shudderingly, squealing on the lad's lap. Geoffrey, who had clearly been waiting for this moment, finally relaxed and bellowed a low, deep moan as he too climaxed, sending spurt after spurt of hot come deep into Alicia.

They collapsed there, on the hay, hot and sweaty and basking in the afterglow of orgasm.

"I think you best find another excuse to fetch some water again soon, Miss Alicia," Geoffrey told her. He picked up her discarded knickers and lifted them up to smell them. "Until then, I think I'll keep these - as a souvenir."

*****

After dinner, she was sweeping the main hall when Gideon, her father's bailiff, found her. He was a tall, sharp-faced man with a big beak of a nose and a constantly squinting, critical expression. As head of the servants in the household, he was employed to keep them in line, and even as his mistress Alicia had been aware that he struck fear into all but a handful of the staff.

"You must be the new serving slave," he said, his lips twisting into a wry smile. "Alicia, is it not?"

Alicia stopped sweeping. "Gideon... I mean... Master Gideon, you know who I am."

The slap came from nowhere, stinging her cheek and driving tears to her eyes.

"Don't talk back to me!" he snapped. "Of course I know who you are, you stupid little tart. Lift your skirts."

There was a brief moment when Alicia considered if she should do so in so public a place. Gideon raised his hand again and she flinched. "I will not tell you a second time," he said sternly. Nervously, Alicia reached down and gathered the folds of her long dress, from where they brushed the floor, and pulled the skirt up to reveal her legs to him.

"Higher," he commanded. "Show me everything, you little hussy. Show me that with which you betrayed this House."

Sighing, Alicia raised her skirts to expose her shaven pussy lips, from which Geoffrey's come was still leaking, blobbily, down her thighs, their skin still slick with her mingled juices, soaking into her garters and stockings. The smell of sex was instantly, unmistakeably in the air.

"No panties, I see," Gideon observed critically. "And freshly fucked. I should have known - a slut like you cannot keep her legs closed, can she?" Alicia blinked back a tear, and not just from the pain of her burning cheek. "You probably leave a trail of come wherever you go, like a snail. Who was it?" Gideon demanded. "Speak, girl!"

"Geoffrey, the stable lad!" Alicia blurted. Gideon snorted contemptuously.

"Of course. Well, I'll not take the leavings of a half-breed savage," he said. "Cover yourself, you whore." Alicia almost sighed with relief as she let her skirt fall back to the ground, covering her shame. Her relief was short lived, however, as Gideon grabbed her by her long blonde hair and pulled her head downwards.

"You may pleasure me with your mouth instead," he told her as she lowered herself, protesting, to the ground. "On your knees, girl, and get busy. You have sucked enough cock, I am told, to know what you are doing."

"Yes, Master," Alicia groaned resignedly. She sank to her knees - it was becoming a familiar enough position for her - and reached up to undo Gideon's breeches. His cock was long and thin, and a little shrivelled, but some gentle stroking by her hand a few experimental licks of her tongue, sucking the head into her mouth, and he started to stiffen.

The blowjob was a perfunctory one - Alicia put as much effort in as was needed, and Gideon seemed more concerned with establishing his power and dominance over her than being as critical as he usually was. He did not grab her head or try to force her to deep throat him - he just stood there, in the middle of the main hall, enjoying the spectacle of his master's daughter gobbling his cock. Consequently, in just a few minutes Alicia had coaxed a water stream of semen from him, and swallowed it down into her stomach. She licked the cock clean, and tidily replaced it back in his breeches, her blue eyes looking up to see him smiling and satisfied - an expression she had never seen on the baliff's face before.

"Very good, Alicia," he told her. "You may rise now."

Alicia got to her feet and curtseyed slightly ironically, though it was lost on Gideon.

"In future," Gideon said, "if I pass you, and I say the word; 'position', you will immediately stop whatever it is you are doing, fall to your knees and fellate me - or whoever else I direct you to suck - until they are satisfied. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

"Yes, Master Gideon," Alicia sighed. She recalled Mari telling her that the serving maid had been required by Gideon and the other staff to suck them as they wished. Now, it seemed, she would fulfil that role instead. Still... she was starting to see how Mari had turned such a role to her advantage, and she was sure that she must be able to do so too. As Gideon left the hall and Alicia went back to her sweeping, she licked her lips thoughtfully.