Chapter.oooh, I lose count. 12 or 13 I think. I like this chapter but it
hurt to write. And those of you wanting a happy ending.well.read on.
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Two more weeks passes. I hadn't grown very much bigger but I could feel that the child inside me had. I seemed to be permanently exhausted; my brother had taken almost half of my duties upon himself. I felt guilty but knew that I stood no chance of being able to complete my usual tasks anymore. I often worked late evenings now, as if the Master and Mistress wanted to keep me out of sight, an arrangement that suited me. I was just about ready to set off back home after scrubbing their dinner pans when I heard the distinctive click of Frank's stilettos approach me. "My my Magenta, you certainly appear to have filled out with age." He smirked and looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my breasts. He then cupped his hands around my face and forced a kiss on me. I slapped his arms away.
"Do not touch me, master." My words dripped with hatred that seethed inside me. He glared at me and backed me up against the wall, intimidating me.
"I see. And what exactly gives you the right to tell ME what to do?" I stared up, straight into his eyes, he was a good seven inches taller than me.
"I may not have the title but my rights are the same as yours. Try to use me like that again and you will regret it." He seemed taken aback. I surprised even myself with my animosity but I knew that Frank wouldn't tolerate it. Curse my short fuse, he had needed to be told what I had just said, but I had don't think I realised the danger I had just put myself in until it was too late. The crack of his hand colliding with my face echoed around the whole kitchen. My head hit the wall and for a moment I was dizzy, gasping in pain, but I had roused his dormant rage and now I had to face the consequences. He grabbed both of my shoulders and flung me to the ground, taking my breath away. He kicked me a few times before he got down on his hands and knees and tried once again to violate me. I tried as hard as I could to resist him this time, screaming in protest I tried to push him away from me and for a time prevailed, but he was simply too strong. I then pulled my knee up rapidly and hit him in the crotch. I managed to roll him away from me, giving me a chance to get up, but he quickly brought himself back to his feet. I yelled out again as he grabbed my hair and neck, slamming me face first into the wall. I howled in pain, my whole body screamed for relief, but he clapped a hand over my mouth to stifle my sobs.
"Shut the fuck up you little WHORE! I don't know what has made you so cocky but I REFUSE to take such attitude from servants like you. You're lucky that I'm not going to have you shot for this!" He shoved his knee into the small of my back, bringing me to my knees, there was no way I could fight him anymore, I folded my arms over my abdomen, I had to try and protect my child from this, even if I couldn't fight back. Slumped against the wall, I barely had the energy to cry anymore. Frank was preparing himself to launch another attack on me when my brother, my angel, my saviour, burst into the kitchen, grabbing Frank by the scruff of his neck, forcing him to release me. Riff Raff had a look in his eyes I very rarely saw, but despite the scarcity of its appearance it was still very much a part of his personality; absolute rage. He threw Frank against a counter, snarling. I had never seen my brother this angry, in all the time I'd known him, I'd been scared for my welfare and his own, but I had never seen the true extent of my brother's rage until this night. I covered my eyes, not wanting to see him do what I knew he could to Frank. To my surprise and, I suppose, relief he didn't attempt any further violence upon Frank. Our master was pale and shivering with fear, but he said nothing. Tonight's events would not be recounted by him, it would put his pride in jeopardy and the shallow bastard would not risk that. "Go" my brother hissed "Don't make me do anything I'll regret my sister seeing." Frank simply nodded and ran out of the door, furiously wiping his eyes.
My brother's expression softened as soon as he turned to look at me, still slumped on the floor, shaking like a leaf. He came to my side, helping me up. As I rose to my feet I felt a warm liquid on my hands, where they had been on the floor. I looked down. I saw blood.
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O/S *insert dramatic organ chord here* I don't like writing violence ( at least writing sex scenes like in NO Secret (plug, plug plug!) is fun. But this chapter kinda sets the scene for the end. Hands up who can tell where this is going? Thankyou for reading, just 2 more chapters to go, unless I give you one big double whammy as a finale.hmmm *wanders off to consider the possibilities
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Two more weeks passes. I hadn't grown very much bigger but I could feel that the child inside me had. I seemed to be permanently exhausted; my brother had taken almost half of my duties upon himself. I felt guilty but knew that I stood no chance of being able to complete my usual tasks anymore. I often worked late evenings now, as if the Master and Mistress wanted to keep me out of sight, an arrangement that suited me. I was just about ready to set off back home after scrubbing their dinner pans when I heard the distinctive click of Frank's stilettos approach me. "My my Magenta, you certainly appear to have filled out with age." He smirked and looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my breasts. He then cupped his hands around my face and forced a kiss on me. I slapped his arms away.
"Do not touch me, master." My words dripped with hatred that seethed inside me. He glared at me and backed me up against the wall, intimidating me.
"I see. And what exactly gives you the right to tell ME what to do?" I stared up, straight into his eyes, he was a good seven inches taller than me.
"I may not have the title but my rights are the same as yours. Try to use me like that again and you will regret it." He seemed taken aback. I surprised even myself with my animosity but I knew that Frank wouldn't tolerate it. Curse my short fuse, he had needed to be told what I had just said, but I had don't think I realised the danger I had just put myself in until it was too late. The crack of his hand colliding with my face echoed around the whole kitchen. My head hit the wall and for a moment I was dizzy, gasping in pain, but I had roused his dormant rage and now I had to face the consequences. He grabbed both of my shoulders and flung me to the ground, taking my breath away. He kicked me a few times before he got down on his hands and knees and tried once again to violate me. I tried as hard as I could to resist him this time, screaming in protest I tried to push him away from me and for a time prevailed, but he was simply too strong. I then pulled my knee up rapidly and hit him in the crotch. I managed to roll him away from me, giving me a chance to get up, but he quickly brought himself back to his feet. I yelled out again as he grabbed my hair and neck, slamming me face first into the wall. I howled in pain, my whole body screamed for relief, but he clapped a hand over my mouth to stifle my sobs.
"Shut the fuck up you little WHORE! I don't know what has made you so cocky but I REFUSE to take such attitude from servants like you. You're lucky that I'm not going to have you shot for this!" He shoved his knee into the small of my back, bringing me to my knees, there was no way I could fight him anymore, I folded my arms over my abdomen, I had to try and protect my child from this, even if I couldn't fight back. Slumped against the wall, I barely had the energy to cry anymore. Frank was preparing himself to launch another attack on me when my brother, my angel, my saviour, burst into the kitchen, grabbing Frank by the scruff of his neck, forcing him to release me. Riff Raff had a look in his eyes I very rarely saw, but despite the scarcity of its appearance it was still very much a part of his personality; absolute rage. He threw Frank against a counter, snarling. I had never seen my brother this angry, in all the time I'd known him, I'd been scared for my welfare and his own, but I had never seen the true extent of my brother's rage until this night. I covered my eyes, not wanting to see him do what I knew he could to Frank. To my surprise and, I suppose, relief he didn't attempt any further violence upon Frank. Our master was pale and shivering with fear, but he said nothing. Tonight's events would not be recounted by him, it would put his pride in jeopardy and the shallow bastard would not risk that. "Go" my brother hissed "Don't make me do anything I'll regret my sister seeing." Frank simply nodded and ran out of the door, furiously wiping his eyes.
My brother's expression softened as soon as he turned to look at me, still slumped on the floor, shaking like a leaf. He came to my side, helping me up. As I rose to my feet I felt a warm liquid on my hands, where they had been on the floor. I looked down. I saw blood.
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O/S *insert dramatic organ chord here* I don't like writing violence ( at least writing sex scenes like in NO Secret (plug, plug plug!) is fun. But this chapter kinda sets the scene for the end. Hands up who can tell where this is going? Thankyou for reading, just 2 more chapters to go, unless I give you one big double whammy as a finale.hmmm *wanders off to consider the possibilities