"Are you afraid of me?"
"Something's wrong with your head"
"I believe your completely correct"
"If you touch me I'll scream rape."
"Good. I like it when women scream. It lets me know I'm doing it right and it turns me on." he whispered.
In a swift moment she was wrapped in his arms unwillingly. She struggled but his grip was tight. He played with the hem of her dress.
"Why won't you let go?"
"You know what I want." he whispered
His soft lips brushed against her neck.
But that comes later lets start from the beginning.
The cool breeze swept across her face. It blew her hair in a thousand different ways. She boarded the ship silently just as the others had done. She was being sent to another country not of her own free will. She was to be a slave for a man, when she found out what gender he was she shivered with fear.
Never again would she be able to play in the ocean, or lay out on the sand. She wouldn't ever see her mother and father again. And she worried about what would become of her baby brother.
But she had been bought by a stranger in a far away land. Her family was in debt so they took the money. She packed her things in silence and the next morning she was gone.
As the boat pulled off she felt herself becoming nauseous.
"Fuck" she cursed under her breath
"A lady shouldn't say such things." a baritone voice said
She turned to see a man in his early twenties. He was 5'10" brown hair with a few blonde highlights. His hair stopped at his strong cheek bones and fanned out around his head.
His voice was deep, his complexion was fair. His mustache almost met the bit of hair on his chin. His eyes were brown and he didn't smile.
He held a lit cigarette in one hand the other hand was shoved in his pocket.
"Fuck" she said again
"Fuck!" she came closer
"FUCK!" she was in his face.
"Tell me, why such anger?" he asked coolly
"I've been sold into slavery once I step off of this boat I'm no longer free. I belong to some stranger. But if I belong to him I'm going to practice the freedom of speech I have left." she said
"You're sea sick." he said
"You're a psychic." she said sarcastically
"You wear shorts rather than a skirt, so unladylike." he began to circle her.
"I didn't ask your opinion."
"Your tone is rough, your hair is a mess, you're filthy. You have an attitude about you which I've never seen before. You're not humble at all. Have you ever been trained in etiquette? You're a peasant." he finished stopping abruptly in front of her.
Without thinking she smacked him hard across the face.
"You're a nuisance and the sooner we get to shore the better."
"Are you sure a master would feed a slave with an attitude like that? Whoever your master is I'd be surprised if he keeps you."
"Whoever my master is, man or beast, I would gladly go with him rather than being stuck on this boat with the likes of you."
A red handprint began to appear on his face. He smirked and leaned forward causing her to lean back.
"I promise you. You will never be stuck on a boat with the likes of me ever again. I guarantee it." he whispered.
She walked away and waited for them to reach shore.
When the boat finally reached the harbor she was anxious and relieved. She didn't have to see that man ever again but now she was someone's possession.
She trotted off the boat to the board walk. A man with her name on a piece of paper.
"Are you him?" she asked
"No miss, I'm only supposed to take you to him." he said
With that she put her bags in the car. She got in and slammed the door. She watched the boat sail away and envisioned it as her freedom.
When they arrived at the house she was at a loss for words. All the houses on the island were very small and she had never seen a house so big.
The driver got her things out of the car and placed them at the doorsteps then drove off. She stood for a moment and stared at the door. She summoned all the courage she had and knocked on the door.
It creaked open and a woman stared at her. The woman took her bags.
"He's waiting for you down the hall the last door on the right." she said
"May I help you first. You shouldn't have to carry my things for me I can do it."
"Down the hall the last door on the right." she said again
She said nothing but began walking.
The last door on the right made her shiver. If she ran she could try to catch another boat and go home. The master would never know she was there.
"Come in." he said
She jumped at his voice not knowing he knew she was there. She walked in slowly she looked at the large oak desk and cushioned chair. It was his study his back was to her and she got on her knees and bowed. She had been taught to do so in the presence of a man in power.
"I was sent here to be…"
"I know why you're here." he interrupted
She was afraid to look up. She hadn't seen his face yet and she didn't want to.
"Get up." he said
"Master it is customary that I…"
"I said get up." he interrupted again
She stood slowly and her mouth fell open in horror. The very same man she met on the boat, the man who she slapped was her master.
"You?" she breathed
"You seem surprised." he smirked.
"You can't be. Please tell me you're not."
"I am. You may apologize to me for your rude behavior now if you wish. Your punishment might be a bit less severe."
She stared at him for a while. She was bitter and an anger was growing inside of her that she didn't recognize.
"Very well." he said, "Give me your hands."
She placed her small wrists in his hand and watched as he bound them together with rope. He pushed her head down onto the desk and pulled her shorts down. He tapped her thigh with something hard and thin.
"Do you know what that is?" he asked
"No" she said
"It's a bamboo stick. Twenty lashes, if you apologize only ten."
But she was too proud.
"Count them." he said
His hand flew back and came down hard on her behind.
"One!" she cried out
"If I get to five and you haven't apologized it will be twenty and you won't have an option then." he said
He struck her again on the thigh this time.
"Two!" she screamed
He hit her twice in the same spot. She exhaled harshly and held in a cry of pain.
"I said count!" he shouted
"four." she said holding in sobs
"I told you to count we're still at two." he said
"That's not fair." she said
The bamboo came down again harder this time on her behind.
"Count!"
"Three!" she sobbed
Again with full force this time.
"Four!" she cried
"We're only on four and you're crying already? I don't care how long it takes I will break you"
"I'm sorry. Please forgive me?" she asked
"You're forgiven." he said
She heard the stick cut through the air and land on her behind again.
"Five." tears ran down her cheek.
"We only have five more." he said wiping away her tears.
"Six…Seven…Eight…Nine…Ten!" she counted
He pulled up her shorts and wiped away her tears again, but he didn't untie her hands.
"Allow me to explain the rules to you. I'm Johnny, you will address me as master or sir. I will not allow the women in this house to wear pants. You have a uniform you will wear it. If you give anyone trouble they will send you to me and I will deal with you accordingly. You are not allowed out of this house unless I say so or am with you. If I find that you are involved with any man the consequences will be dire. I will meet with you privately once a week for etiquette training. You will respect me." he said
She sniffled and then nodded.
"How old are you?"
"I'm eighteen." she sniffled
"Your name?"
"Orura." she said
He grabbed her and pulled her closer to him.
"I don't care if you like me. But you will respect me and you will obey me or I will tear you apart. I want you to be afraid of me and of what I can do to you. If you were wise you'd fear me. Do you understand?"
"Yes" she said
"What?" he asked squeezing her wrists together.
"Yes sir." she said
He let go and untied her wrists.
"Take off your clothes." he said
"What?"
"Take off your clothes and don't make me say it again."
She began to tear up again. She unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down slowly.
"It's not a strip tease. Just take them off."
She lingered at her shorts she didn't want to take off her shirt in front of him. He grabbed one of her wrists and pulled her over. He ripped off her shirt and tore up her shorts. She stood next to him in her panties.
"Was that so hard?" he asked
She shuddered as the cold air hit her half naked body. He turned her around and wrapped his arms around her in an attempt to keep her warm. The hairs on her neck stood up having him so close like this. She could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck and she liked it. He was looking at her breasts she knew that but she dare not speak out of turn.
She wanted to beg him to stop. She wanted to plead with him. His breathing got heavy and she began to get warmer.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked
"Yes." she whispered
"Through that door is a bathroom and a tub filled with bubbles and hot water. I trust you've bathed before?"
"In the river back home. Sir" she said
"Do you need someone to wash you?" he asked
He began to tense up. His breathing was heavier and he couldn't help but imagine her naked.
"No sir." she whispered
He cleared his throat.
"Then go bath please. As long as you need to."
He sat at his desk and calmed down. He turned to face the pond in the backyard only to see Orura naked pouring water over herself.
He ran out the backyard with a towel.
"What are you doing?"
"Bathing master." she said hiding her body beneath the water.
"I said use the tub."
"I don't know what that is but there was a large boiling pot in the other room."
In a rush he wrapped a towel around her and brought her inside. They flew up the stairs and to his room. He sat her down on the bed and pulled a uniform out of his closet.
"You need new underwear. What cup size are you?" he asked
"I don't know sir." she replied with her eyes on the floor.
He stood in front of her and grabbed them. She gasped and her face went red.
"Master?" she whispered afraid.
"Thirty-two C" he said he let go.
He tossed her a bra and panties then showed her the uniform. In a swift motion she swiped on the under wear while his back was turned.
"If I wanted you I would've taken you on that ship. If I had no respect I would've taken you without your consent. If I was stupid I'd take you now. But I won't." he smirked
She put on her uniform quickly a maid's uniform. It was shorter than she wanted it to be.
He licked his lips and cocked his head to the side.
"What's wrong with you?" she shuttered.
"Are you afraid of me?"
"Something's wrong with your head"
"I believe your completely correct"
"If you touch me I'll scream rape."
"Good. I like it when women scream. It lets me know I'm doing it right and it turns me on." he whispered.
In a swift moment she was wrapped in his arms unwillingly. She struggled but his grip was tight. He played with the hem of her dress.
"Why won't you let go?"
"You know what I want." he whispered
His soft lips brushed against her neck. She couldn't help but moan a little.
"If I want you I'll take you. But I'll do it my way. And you and I both know, no matter how much you deny it you'll like it." he whispered.
She'd never felt this way before and it confused her. It was late and she was sent to bed. But unable to sleep her curiosity peaked. She explored the house. She heard the sound of rushing water from his room. She opened the door slowly.
"Another door?" she asked herself.
It was cracked open and she peaked inside.
Johnny stood under warm water in the shower. The water streamed down his chest to his abdomen to his thigh and down his leg. He walked out of the shower and she gasped. He looked over to the door and right at her. He wrapped a towel around his waist and smirked. She watched him closely. He got closer to her and she began to back away.
"Stay there. Don't move." he said
He came closer and closer. He was on her, his body pressed against hers.
"You've never seen a naked man before have you?"
She shook her head. He took her hand and placed it on his chest. He dragged it slowly down his body. He placed her hand on him and she gasped. She began to trace the outline of it through the towel.
He groaned and pulled her even closer. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. She began to pull her hand away.
"Don't stop." he whispered, "Please don't stop."
"I'm sorry sir." she pulled her hand away.
"I'm controlling myself right now." he whispered
"Will you kiss me?" she asked
"Why would you ask that given the situation we're in?"
"I've never had one." she said
He leaned over to kiss her.
She was awakened with a sharp pain in her back. She turned her head to see him standing over her small bed with a cigarette in one hand and a horse whip in the other.
"Get up. You will not sleep the day away."
'Was it all a dream the moment we shared in his room.' she thought
She rushed out of bed and as the blanket fell to the floor she looked down to see she was still in shorts.
'Obviously it was.'
"Your uniform is hanging in the closet. Put it on and report to my study." he said.
He turned to walk out of her room.
"Alright." she mumbled
He turned back around.
"What did you say?" he asked
"I'll be down as soon as I get my uniform on." she said facing the closet.
He was enraged and he drew back his hand then let the whip come down hard on her back. Then again and once more. By the fourth lash she was on the ground.
"Let's try that again. Put on your uniform and report to my study." he said through gritted teeth.
"Yes sir." she whimpered.
He walked away and she was left to sob to herself. She missed her mother's cooking and her brothers if any man dare lay a hand on her they were always there to protect her.
The uniform she dreamed about was the same as the one hanging in her closet. She trotted down the stairs a frown hung heavily on her face.
She walked into his study to see him sitting in his big chair. He was drinking coffee he hadn't appeared to have eaten. He was reading the paper.
"There's a bucket and pale in the corner start scrubbing the floor." he said not looking up from the paper.
"Master I apologize for asking personal questions but, aren't you hungry?" she asked
"I don't have time to eat right now. I'm busy. I have to go to town." he said.
He took a sip of coffee and threw away his paper. She had began to scrub the floor she didn't want to look up at him. She didn't want to say anything to him. Her thighs were cut open with the bamboo.
"Once you're done here you may go eat, but only when you're done here." with that he walked out the front door.
She scrubbed the floor of his study, then the hallway. She stacked his papers. She went out back and tended to the garden. The flowers on the island were much more tropical and fragrant.
She wondered into the kitchen and found herself cooking for the cook. She washed the dishes and fed the staff.
"You're an angel sent from above. You must be I've never met a kinder person." the cook said
"Thank you but I'm no angel I just want to help."
"What do you call this dish."
"Picanya." she said
It was spicy and a little sweet. It had pork and shrimp in it, a bit of rice and a pinch of cinnamon. She set a bowl aside for Johnny and hoped he wouldn't be upset with her.
When he walked through the door he deeply inhaled the aroma of the spicy dish.
"What is that?" he asked the cook
"Orura's been busy. I swear she's an angel in disguise." she said then she trotted out the door.
He walked into the kitchen as she was cleaning the last of her mess. The floor sparkled, the pots shone brightly, the table had been set for him. It was as though he walked into a restaurant rather than his own kitchen.
"What have you been up to?" he asked
She didn't see him and she jumped at his voice.
"I made picanya. It's an old family recipe I learned to make it on the island."
She put a bowl of it in front of him. He stared at it puzzled.
"What's wrong?" she asked
"How do I know it's not poisoned?"
"Why would I poison it?" she asked
"I don't trust you. Pour yourself a bowl. You will eat with me." he demanded
She was taken back. It was almost a gesture of kindness.
"Yes sir" she whispered.
As she poured her meal into the soup bowl she looked up to see him sample the meal. She smirked seeing that he liked it. He knew it wasn't poisoned and he would never admit that he didn't want to eat alone.