Okay, this is my attempt at a lemon story since I started roleplaying with my friend. She and I have increased each others' proficiency in a lot of writing areas so let me know what you all think~! Thanks!
A young girl looked around a large mansion in wonder. She'd never seen such lavish things in her life of poverty and drug-riddled parents. Her brown summer dress and bare feet were highly inappropriate for the snowy season outside, her footprints revealing she'd walked in without shoes.
"Wow! Who lives here, Sir? This place is REALLY fancy!" she asked the large man in a black suit wearing sunglasses who pulled her along by her wrist.
"The Master," he retorted shortly.
"Is this master person nice?" the seven year old girl asked innocently. She was disappointed when she got no answer, but a sparkling picture of a glistening waterfall took her mind off of the situation and she went back to admiring the place. She commented on almost everything that caught her red eyes until they reached their destination.
The large man pushed open a door and pulled the dirty child in behind him. A single low bow and he addressed the man in the room. "Sir, this is the girl you requested as payment. What would you like to be done with her?"
A tall, portly man with greasy black hair lying on the bed covered only by a sheet over his groin looked upon the girl slowly before he nodded. "Clean her up, put a collar on her, and then bring her here. Be quick about it, too, Jinsho."
"As you wish, Sir," the man responded before turning quickly and yanking the child along with him.
"Oh, and Jinsho," the man called after him, "Don't leave a mark on her; that's my job." A malevolent smile followed the girl as she walked down the hall with the large man. She was confused by the words, but didn't bother to question it.
She happily complied with the bath and came out two shades lighter than when she went in. Her dark brown hair turned to a reddish-brown after a couple washings. The young child looked completely different after she left the tub. She was only allowed to wear her towel out of the bathroom as they traveled back to the man's room.
Smiling, the little girl came to the man and bowed to him as she entered. "Thank you for the bath, Sir!"
The portly man dismissed the larger male and smirked at the satisfying click of the goon locking the door. "Hello, little girl, what's your name?"
"Arisato Hamuko!" she trilled happily at him, smiling brightly as she held the towel closed.
"And how old are you, Hamuko?"
"Seven!" she giggled just as happily.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Hamuko. I'm your new master from this day forward which means I own your body and I control all that you do. If you're a good girl, you'll have a good life here with me," he offered 'kindly'.
"Umm…. Thanks, but no thanks. Mommy and Daddy said they're the only ones who can order me around and tell me what to do. Sorry, Sir."
The portly male stood, not caring that he was completely nude and erect in front of the young girl. "No, see, you don't seem to understand your place here, CHILD," he venomously hissed as he stepped towards her. "YOU'RE here because your lazy ass parents don't care about you anymore. They SOLD you to me to pay for more drugs! They don't care what happens to you; they just want their precious drugs! Now, stop playing around and get on the bed before I throw you on the bed!" he commanded in a continual growl that terrified the tiny girl.
She looked at the man, ran to the door and banged on it loudly. "Help! Somebody help me! HELP!" she screamed as she was grabbed by the hair and yanked back. The man picked her up by one arm and hurled her onto the bed. She landed on her knee oddly and pulled a muscle in her inner thigh that left the poor thing screaming and writhing in pain.
The large man came up to her and pushed a rag into her mouth, securing it with duct tape, then handcuffed her hands to the top of the headboard with handcuffs that were on his nightstand. She only screamed louder when he pried her legs apart – pulling the muscle even more – and proceeded to rape her violently.
The next morning the black and blue seven-year-old lye trembling on the bed, bleeding and crying as the man finished within her one last time before pulling away. "Now, you little cunt, don't you sleep thinking you're done for now. Get up and go hand wash the sheets you dirtied in the bathtub. The maid will be in with detergent soon. Also, clean up any messes you make, blood or otherwise. If I come back and find this place messy, you can bet your scarlet ass that there'll be twenty times last night to pay!"
He uncuffed her bleeding, raw wrists and left the room in a robe from his closet. The door locked after he left. The tiny girl got up, trying to clean only to find that no maid ever came with the detergent. When the man got back, he saw the mess and beat the child until she lye limp on the floor in a mess of blood and pain. Then he raped her again.
The cycle lasted until the young girl got her first period at the tender age of eleven. She'd never seen outside of the room since she'd came, only being fed once a week. Luckily, the meal was so large and filled with things she could stash away, that she could eat the entire week during the time of day he was gone.
The day she got her first period, he acted oddly. "From now on," he began coldly, "You'll be wearing underwear and pads during your period. You'll wear the maid outfit when you aren't in my room. It's time you started earning your keep."
He pushed her into a maid uniform and had an angry old bitter woman come and teach her how to clean and wash things. The old maid was a ruthless, hateful, mean woman who punished the girl for even the slightest bit under perfect job. Hamuko was watched constantly and never let have even a moment's rest until she was back with her 'Master'. Her Master gave her pills every night from then on and the only reprieve she had from sex was the nights she was on her period.
The girl continued that life well into her late teens until she turned seventeen. When she was seventeen she was rebellious and hateful towards everyone around her, but never showed it. She kept her emotions under wraps and simmered dangerously the whole ten years she was there. Her time for feeling sorry for herself was over by the time she was nine. After that, she just grew bitter and angry at the whole world for her misfortunes.
As she served her master one day, something odd happened. He was having sex with her in the middle of the private tea room he had for himself only when he came earlier than normal, falling over the girl. She was squished between him and the table and it took all she had to push the male off. She normally didn't have to push him off. Normally he just fell backwards after sex in this position. She looked at him over her shoulder, breath ragged and haphazard. She soon found that he had his eyes wide, his breathing stopped, and his member half flaccid.
She found all of that very odd. He was normally one or the other sexually: flaccid or stiff. He also never had his eyes that wide unless he was enjoying some great food. She waved her hand in front of his face.
No response.
A small tap on the cheek, which would normally bring about an angry wrath that left her bleeding for hours, was administered as well.
Still no response.
Suddenly it all became clear to her. He'd died of a heart attack! She stood up happily and began to cry tears of joy at the thought of being free of him. She ran from the room and grabbed the nearest person, the angry old maid. A short explanation later and the maid walked in there calmly.
What happened next broke Hamuko even more bitterly. She was grabbed by Jinsho and pushed into a trunk with air-holes. A drug injection later and she was awake, but unable to move for the following week. She waited and waited for something to happen or death to take her, too, but the week turned into two weeks before the lid was opened. She shook, only being given water by Jinsho when no one was looking.
She saw the lid open in a lighted room, which Jinsho never did. Above her, staring in was a man with chocolate eyes and hair. He stared for a moment before he sprang to action pulling the girl out. He quickly untied her and freed her from her confines. "Are you okay?" the teen asked in a gruff way as he tried to help her sit upright. At finding her falling down like soft rubber, he seemed even more rushed to get her help. Then, an envelope caught his eye in the trunk below where Hamuko had been laid. He looked at her in what looked like a glare before he snatched the envelope out and opened it quickly. He read the encased letter quickly and then grabbed some pills out of the envelope and left the sparsely decorated room.
He came back and held her upright before pouring some water into her mouth from a plastic cup. He pushed the pills into her mouth one at a time, clamping her mouth shut and blowing on her face to make her swallow in between pills and water. He let her lay on his bed for a few hours, her eyes following his every move as he did some work at a desk, before staring at her for a moment, then working again.
Around midnight she began to regain movement and sensation in her body. When she could speak she sat up quickly saying, "I need to use the bathroom!" She tried to stand just to have vertigo disagree. The man's face darkened and he picked her up off the floor, helping her to the bathroom. He set her down on the toilet and turned his back to her. He was shocked to not hear any clothes rustle and just hear her start using the bathroom, but didn't dare turn around to find out. When the maid-outfit clad girl finished, she wiped and looked at the man mistrustingly.
"Are you done yet?" he grumped out.
"Yes, but what are you going to do with me?" she snapped angrily at him.
"What any smart person would do if they found a girl in a box delivered on his dorm's doorstep! Call the police and let you go!"
"You can't call the police! They're just as dangerous as the man I was just with!" she hissed.
"Then what should I do?" he growled, turning around.
"Wait until I can move around by myself and then let me go."
"Fine!" he huffed at her before picking her up princess-style and taking her back to his room. He put her in the bed and covered her before setting up a bed for himself on the floor.
"Why are you on the futon? Isn't this your bed?" she asked suspiciously.
"Because a guy always takes the futon!" he mumbled in anger as he faced away from her.
"Well if it's such an inconvenience, let me take the futon! I'm the one who appeared out of nowhere!" she bit back just as nastily.
"No, you're staying up there and that's that!" he grouched with finality in his tone. She huffed as she lye in the bed, unsure of what to do, but unable to resist the lull of his bed.
This is a pilot chappie. Tell me what you all think and whether or not I should continue with this one or use one of my other many ideas that might work out a bit better. Thanks for the read! Please review so I have input~!
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