Lord Montgomery's Newest Slave

Since the age of fourteen, Heather had been one of the maids at Lord James Montgomery's opulent estate. Her duties were primarily cleaning and some light cooking, and to assist the many other maids and butlers working at this rich man's mansion. Heather had no family and very few options, so it was with no small measure of gratitude that she had accepted this position. She worked hard, but all of her needs were met: she was provided with free lodging in the guest house with the other servants, and she was given food to prepare for herself, clothing, and even a very modest allowance for any other needs.

Lord Montgomery was quite a socialite, always entertaining in his well-appointed dance and music halls, lavishly decorated with paintings, tapestries, and mirrors. He was known for his fine taste, and also for his passion for women. Aside from his army of servants, he employed a dozen women to meet his sexual needs, and to use as entertainment at his parties. Sometimes this meant the women were locked in gilded cages placed throughout the estate, their naked bodies to be enjoyed as if artwork. One especially well-attended party, Lord Montgomery had one of his girls stand naked in the cage right outside the front door, so the guests would have something to admire before coming in. Even the carriage drivers were able to enjoy her soft, naked little body.

Sometimes the women were there to service the men at the parties in any way they wished. Some would be positioned throughout the party on a couch or bed, secured with cuffs and chains, for any man to take. Some would be assigned to bedrooms, their only task to satisfy the overnight guest staying in that room. Heather always wondered what these women's lives were like, and whether they ever enjoyed their jobs. As she cleaned the hallways near these bedrooms, she would often hear the women moaning as the beds heaved and creaked, the headboard banging into the wall with each frenzied thrust. She secretly admired the women, although could not imagine herself doing such a thing.

It was shortly after her 19th birthday that Heather's job began to change. She was cleaning beneath a particularly valuable vase, and accidentally knocked it over, breaking it into millions of tiny pieces. She was brought by the head butler, John Marshall, to Lord Montgomery, who was in his office. The butler told him about the vase and left the room, the door clicking quietly behind him. Lord Montgomery regarded Heather closely. "That was a very, very expensive vase you broke. It meant a great deal to me," he said angrily. "What have you to say for yourself?" Heather looked at the floor. "I'm sorry, sir," she offered meekly. Montgomery walked around her, inspecting her, and finally spoke: "Well, you're not a very good maid, obviously, so I shall have to let you go."

Heather began to worry: with no real skills and such lowly social standing, she had little chance outside the estate. "Sir, I am very sorry I broke your vase, but please give me another chance," she pleaded. "I have nowhere to go." Montgomery continued staring at her and said, slowly, "You cannot be a maid. I have made up my mind. If you wish to remain in my employ, it must be in an entirely different capacity." "Anything, sir," Heather said gratefully. "Anything?" repeated the lord. "Yes, sir."

"Well, before I give you this job," Montgomery said harshly. "I must see if you are worth the salary I will pay you. Remove your clothes." Instantly, Heather knew his intentions. She was to join his concubine, and surrender herself completely to his needs. Absolute obedience was required of these women. Her heart beating fast, Heather slowly began to remove her clothes. "Faster, girl, or I'll be done before you are." The lord began unbuckling his trousers and pulled his pants down half way. He grabbed Heather by the waist and threw her across his desk.

With no warning, he roughly spread her legs apart and pushed his large penis into her vagina from behind. The force of his penetration moved the desk. "Your pussy is tight," he growled in her ear as he began thrusting into her. With delight, he noted blood trickling down the inside of Heather's thighs. "Ah, virgin pussy," he said, pumping harder into her, with no regard for her experience. He bucked and gasped, and withdrew his penis still spewing cum. He let it spray all over her back and buttocks. She nearly collapsed, and was visibly trembling.

Pulling up his pants, he said, "Very well, you may be one of my sluts. You will serve me faithfully. You will allow me to fuck you when I want, and you will fuck anyone I tell you to fuck. Is this clear?" "Yes, sir," said Heather, eyes downcast. Montgomery continued: "I am your Master and you will do as I say. You will ask my permission for everything." "Yes, sir," said Heather, and she bent to retrieve her clothing. Montgomery looked at her with distaste. "Slut, go and fetch me that cane against the wall, then lean over my desk. You do not dress yourself without my permission."

Heather instantly obeyed, handing him the cane and presenting her bottom to him for discipline. He beat her bottom with the cane until it was warm and red and her tears flowed freely, and told her to stand up. "One more punishment," he said coldly. He summoned back Marshall, the head butler who had turned her in. He arrived presently, dressed in his tuxedo, his graying hair perfectly arranged. "Sir," he said, somewhat distracted by Heather's nakedness. "Marshall, my man," said Montgomery jovially; "It is your lucky day. This slut needs to learn obedience, and I am going to order her to fuck you. How does that sound?" Marshall turned and leered at Heather. "I've wanted that pussy for some time now, sir," he said excitedly.

"Then you shall have it. Slut, you will let this man use your body." "Yes, sir," said Heather, looking down. She never cared much for this butler, who had always treated her with disdain. "How will you have me, sir?" she asked Marshall. This obedience pleased the lord, and excited Marshall. Marshall paused. "I want you to ride me," he said, taking off his pants and lying down. "Yes, sir," said Heather, even though she was not entirely sure what the butler wanted. She had been a virgin when she walked in the door, after all. His erection was enormous. She lowered herself slowly onto his penis, feeling it spear her deeper and deeper as she sank down.

Marshall began groaning as Heather bounced up and down on his upright penis, her breast jiggling with her efforts. Heather began to feel pleasure stirring deep within her pussy, and she bounced up and down faster and faster, letting out tentative moans of pleasure. "The slut likes it," remarked the lord. Heather bounced up high enough that he was nearly out of her, then sat down so that he was completely buried in her, and repeated this exercise until the butler grunted and pumped his cum into her. "Thank you, sir," said Marshall to the lord, ignoring Heather completely as he got dressed. "Back to your work, Marshall," said the lord sternly. "Yes, sir," said the butler, and he left the room.

"Stand up, slut," the lord ordered. Heather obeyed, standing straight while he inspected her further. She still had blood from her popped cherry on her legs, but now it was mixed with both men's semen. Her bottom was streaked with welts from the cane. "You will wash yourself, slut, but you will remain naked until your training is complete. You will report to my office in the morning, and you will practice sucking me, as well as some other butlers. I have a party coming up, and you will be part of the entertainment. I might have you suspended on chains, so all the men can fuck your pussy, if they feel like it. Your pussy and ass will be on display for all my guests to admire. You will also be introduced to some of the restraints I use on my girls, and from now on, you shall sleep in a cage in my bedroom. Is this clear?" "Yes, sir," said Heather softly, wondering what the next day would be like.

...To be continued...