The Night
MItsukunni turned the faucet off and laid back contentedly in the hot water. "Ahhh…" he sighed happily, relaxing. Through the door, he could hear his toy scurrying about, undoubtedly fixing his bed as ordered. At least rebelliousness was not a trait this one had, unlike certain toys from the past. Lazily, he closed his eyes, wondering if the young maid could beat the timer…
In the young master's room, Akemi smoothed out the blanket on the large bed and tucked the straps underneath it. She looked at the clock on the bedside table and wondered exactly how much time had passed. Should I go in there right away or take the used sheets to the laundry… she wondered. Timidly, she walked to the bathroom door and opened it slowly. The young man looked at her from the bath. "The bed is made?" Akemi nodded silently, avoiding his gaze on her still naked body. "And the old sheets?"
"I- well- I wasn't sure if…"
Mitsukunni glared at her. "How did you become a maid without even knowing to finish a simple job?" he barked. "Get them to the laundry, and do it quickly. You only have 6 minutes and 37 seconds left!"
Akemi's face flushed. "Y- Yes, Master Mitsukunni." she replied softly. The young maid hurried to the bedroom and eyed her dress on the floor. She had just bent down to pick it up when she heard Mitsukunni yell to her once more.
"Do you really think you have time for that, Maid?" Akemi looked up and saw him resting his head on the edge of the spa with a sadistic grin. She looked to him with pleading eyes, but he merely turned in the massive tub and leaned back. "Nobody will be out in the house at this hour. Move."
Reluctantly, Akemi scooped up the dirty sheets and ran from the room as her face flushed a bright red from embarrassment. Sure enough, there was no staff out in the halls and she made it to the laundry room without incident. Akemi stuffed the sheets into a machine and added detergent quickly. She had just closed the washing machine and hit the start button when she heard it- shuffling footsteps and mumbling from the kitchen right next door. With a muffled gasp, Akemi cracked the door and peeked out. It was all she could do to keep from crying as she prayed to not be caught in such an embarrassing position as the figure flicked on the kitchen light and shuffled to the fridge. Through the cracked door, Akemi could see the master's younger brother, his face bruised and swollen from the earlier fight. "Stupid new maid, I ring her room 5 times and no answer…" she heard him mutter. Akemi looked down in despair as he opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of milk. So now he's mad at me too, wonderful… Chika poured himself a glass of milk, replaced the bottle in the fridge, and took a long drink from the glass. He swallowed the milk and pressed the cool glass to his cheek with a sigh. "Fricking Mitsukunni…" he muttered to himself. Akemi's breath came in shallow bursts as she fretted about the time she was losing as the younger brother stood in the kitchen grumpily cursing about her lack of service and his brother. Chika finished the rest of the glass and then reopened the fridge to get more. Oh, please, just go back to bed… Chika poured himself a second glass and again replaced the milk in the fridge before turning and at last leaving the kitchen with the glass of milk in hand. He flicked the kitchen light off as he grumbled to himself, "She had better be absolutely exhausted to not answer…"
Akemi looked to her feet worriedly as she gave the younger brother time to make his way to his room before emerging from the laundry room and walking quickly and quietly to Mitsukunni's room. She noted with disgust the dried crust on her belly and chest and felt sick to her stomach as she opened his door and entered without a word, closing the door behind her. She entered the bathroom still terribly embarrassed but resigned to the fact that she had no way to hide her nudity. Mitsukunni lay back in a corner of the bath with his eyes closed, only his head above the steaming water. She looked to the cell phone and saw the timer had reached zero, just as she had feared. The young master gave no indication that he even realized she was there, and Akemi dared to hope he had fallen asleep in the warm water. The "bathtub" was massive for him, easily the size of a spa for four people, complete with two molded seats. It was half sunken into the floor, and the boy looked practically adrift in it. Silently, she backed away into his room, her stomach full of butterflies and her heart pounding wildly. Still no sign of him noticing her. Akemi nervously reached for her uniform dress once more when she heard it.
"Going somewhere, Maid?"
Akemi's stomach seemed to explode inside her as she hung her head and turned to enter the bathroom, not bothering to touch the dress. Mitsukunni still lay back as he had been when she first entered, though his eyes were now open with a devious smile on his face. "Of course not, sir." She answered resignedly.
"You're quite late, you know." The statement came in his dangerously neutral tone.
Akemi's eyes looked to the floor. "Your brother came to the kitchen while I was-"
Mitsukunni sat upright in the bath with furious eyes. "Did he see you?" he snarled.
"No, sir. I was in the laundry room and hid."
Mitsukunni sat back, apparently satisfied. "At least you have that much brain power." he snorted derisively. "Now get to work. Wash me." Akemi said nothing as she stepped slowly to the corner of the bath where he sat and knelt on the tile floor. She reached for the puffy sponge with resignation and squirted body wash onto it when the young master suddenly slid to the opposite end of the bath, chuckling evilly. "How can you properly wash me from there? Get in."
Akemi's stomach turned. "Sir, I-" she began.
Mitsukunni raised his hand to stop her. "I know, I know. I told you to not let anything wash you off before me. It's all right, I'll allow it. Now get in."
The puffy sponge oozed body wash on the floor as Akemi's fist tightened around it. You'll ALLOW it? she thought furiously as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. Berating him as she wanted to would only ensure her termination with a strike so bad she'd never work anywhere near here for anyone reputable again, and she knew it. It was all the young maid could do to keep her tone even as she replied back, "Yes… sir. Of course." Carefully, she climbed into the hot water. Admittedly, it felt good on her strained muscles, but the heat did little to soothe the burning she still felt between her legs. Mistukunni turned his back to her, standing slightly to allow her to wash his back. Akemi ran the sponge over his back carefully, letting the body wash foam on him as he let out a blissful sigh.
"Lower, Maid…" Mitsukunni instructed her as she looked to his smooth wet skin with a mixture of revulsion and embarrassment. Again, not a word came from her as she moved the sponge down his back to his waistline, where she stopped and began to move the sponge up again. She stopped when she suddenly felt that hand gripping her wrist again, though not nearly as forcefully as it had before… "I said lower, Maid." Mitsukunni stated in a tone that bordered on threatening. He guided her hand, still holding the sponge, back down to his waistline, lingered a moment, and then down to his ass. Akemi closed her eyes as she felt him guide her hand to wash him, suddenly moving her hand so the sponge- and her finger- ran between his cheeks. Mitsukunni moaned appreciatively as Akemi fought to not throw up. "You learn well, maid…" he sighed breathily. He turned to face her head on now as he spoke. "Now then…." Akemi looked to his face and saw the relaxed smile. Her eyes travelled down his smooth chest and stomach as his voice continued and she saw his throbbing cock pointing directly at her once again. "…wash my front, Maid."
Akemi grimaced and considered objecting, but her strength was long since gone, at least for tonight. Avoiding his gaze, she turned away to reach for the bottle of body wash again when she felt his hand sliding over her rear. Her body tensed, but she still held her tongue as she squeezed the body wash onto the sponge. In perfect, perverted rhythm, the young master squeezed her ass just as she squeezed the bottle. Akemi's voice could stay silent no more as her fingers worked the sponge, her back still to Mitsukunni. "Sir, please-"
"Shh." Mitsukunni interjected forcefully as his finger slipped between her cheeks. Akemi let out a quiet squeak as she felt his small finger pressing against her hole and her muscles clenching against it.
Closing her eyes, Akemi struggled to keep her voice even. "Sir… please… let me wash you… I- I want to…"
Mitsukunni smiled at the back of her head wickedly. The boy pressed his finger against her hole ever more as he hissed by her ear. "Oh, do you really now, maid?"
"Yes, sir, I do. Please let me wash you…" Akemi begged, hating her surrender and her weakness but desperate to stop his invasion.
"Well, maid, since you're so eager…" Mitsukunni gently placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him, then placed his hands behind his head and stretched. His chest shoved out as his hard young cock bobbed obscenely before her. "… best get started."
Akemi struggled to focus on something –anything- other than the young man in front of her as she lifted the sponge to his chest and gently pushed it around. The body wash foamed and made bubbly suds all over the young master's chest and stomach as he emitted quiet, pleasurable moans. "You're such a wonderful toy…" he murmured.
Akemi fought to not show her disgust as she focused on the tiles on the wall directly behind him. "Thank you, sir." Was the only quiet reply she could manage. She felt him place his hand over hers and guide it gently down to his pulsing hardness. Akemi bit her lip and stared at the bubbles floating on the water as she ran the sponge over his member and he drew in a shivering breath.
"Washcloth…" the young master breathed.
Akemi looked to him with confusion. "Sir?"
Mitsukunni's face held a terrifyingly serene smile as he motioned behind her. "Use the- mmmmmm…. Washcloth. It's softer…"
Akemi looked over her shoulder and saw a small pile of plush white monogrammed washcloths on the edge of the marble bath. "Oh… yes, Master Hanninozuka." The young maid turned from him to reach for the washcloth, bending over to reach the top one…
Mitsukunni watched with lustful glee as his toy turned and leaned toward the small towels. Her beautiful, tight, wet ass was displayed for him just above the line of the warm water, and it took mere second for him to grab her hips and slam his hardness against her, grinding between her cheeks against her hole. The maid let out a startled scream as her muscles clenched once again. "Master Hanninozuka!" she squeaked in protest, knowing it was unlikely to do any good.
Sure enough, her protest did nothing to stop the young man as he ground against her, the soap making his dick slip and slide beside her hole. His hand forcefully pressed the small of her back until she was bent over the tub's edge, her face turned away from him and her breath coming in terrified panting. Mitsukunni only grinned as he pressed his throbbing head at her puckered hole. "Sir… please… I just want… to wash you… please let me wash you…"
Mitsukunni spoke not a word as his soapy head began to push against her clenched entrance. His toy's breathing slowed and she began to make hollow, indescribable yelps as his hungry cock fought it's way past her resistance as it had with his past toys. The maid's beautiful tight hole felt amazing around his cock as he slowly but forcefully pushed in past the fighting muscles. This was obviously another part of her body that had never been explored in such a way, and the sounds his toy now made only emphasized that fact. It was exhilarating, really, knowing that she would never forget this night, the night when her master had taken her cunt and now her ass before anyone else. Mitsukunni finally buried his prick in her to the hilt and held his hips against her ass. the muscles were still clenching delightfully around his throbbing dick as he felt the warm trickle of blood seep out along the base of his shaft. Slowly, he slid out just a tiny bit and pumped back in…
Akemi's eyes could only see the bathroom wall. At least I can't see him this time… The thought was little comfort as her eyes began to tear involuntarily. Akemi had never in her life imagined a pain or humiliation such as this… it seemed the young master's goal was to top his earlier brutality and depravity. Her hands clutched desperately at the washcloths as her body fought the painful invasion, and her throat was raw from the panting and yelps that she struggled to contain. Just finish, you fucking bastard… Akemi dared not give voice to her thoughts as she felt his hips pressing against her rear and gave a quiet, trembling squeak as her hands moved a washcloth to her mouth. Desperately, she bit down on the cloth to force her attention to something other than the burning in her backside.
Mitsukunni pumped his cock back in as deeply as before as he watched the toy bite down on the washcloth. A little relief, eh, Maid? he thought viciously. Let's just see how long it helps. With that, Mitsukunni abandoned all pretense of a slow, gentle fuck and pulled out to the head swiftly. The maid's body jerked back with the force, but was slammed back as he savagely thrust back inside her hole. The bath water splashed around over the side as he slammed in and out of her abused hole repeatedly and she grunted through the washcloth, her teeth clenched around the small towel in pain and fear.
Akemi felt as if she would pass out from the pain as she bit down harder on the washcloth and fought to hold in her screams. Every thrust stretched her and burned more than she could have ever imagined as the little monster tortured her in an area she had never even dreamed would be used this way. It was all she could do to hold her eyes shut and pray this submission would in some odd way satisfy him. The assault continued as he grunted away, making noises that turned her stomach. The young master finally slammed as deep inside her as possible with a loud groan as she felt his meat pulse inside her. Deep in her core, she felt the burning of his cum filling her, humiliating her more than having it sprayed all over her body before. With a satisfied sigh, the master pulled himself slowly from her, trailing his cream from her hole to his head. Mitsukunni sat back in the bath and smiled as his toy panted and fought back sobs. She remained bent over the edge of the bath as he spoke. "You did well, maid…" He said darkly as he admired her gaping asshole. "…but you're not done for the night yet. Finish your job. Wash me."
Akemi didn't even try to move. The pain was indescribable as she slowly found her voice. "Please, Master Hanninozuka… My- my-" She flushed with embarrassment at the thought of even saying the word. "…it hurts so much…"
The young man's expression soured as he stood from the seat and grabbed her hair. Akemi let out a pained scream as he yanked her upright and snarled at her, "And here I thought you were learning. You have work to do, Maid. Now get to it!" With a forceful shove, the young master released his toy and she stumbled forward, crushing her breasts against the side of the tub. Mitsukunni nonchalantly returned to his seat, his eyes daring her to question him again.
Akemi felt her hands trembling, partly from fear, partly from pain, and partly from sheer rage as she reached for the sponge and body wash once more and said in a trembling voice, "Yes, Master Hani-"
Mitsukunni smirked. "Just `Master' will do, Maid."
His toy looked to him with disbelieving, yet defeated, eyes. "Yes… Master." she said softly. Mitsukunni stretched back in the seat, puffing his smooth chest out. Akemi felt a tear well in the corner of her eye as she rubbed the soapy sponge on him, washing him clean as she sighed contentedly. This time, she finished the chore without incident, even when washing his slowly declining hardness with the washcloth. All the while, her muscles burned with every movement as her hole involuntarily tensed. Akemi bit her lip to stay silent throughout the ordeal, trying to hurry the job so she might finally get away from him for the night.
When the young master was finally scrubbed all over and his hair shampooed, he instructed her to clean herself at last. Akemi was relieved to finally fully rinse the filth from her body, and made sure to scrub herself clean and shampoo her own hair thoroughly. All the while, he watched her intently, his eyes roaming all over her naked wet form. When she set the sponge down, however, he looked to her disapprovingly. "Is that all? You will leave yourself half cleaned?"
"Half?" she repeated, confused. "But I washed my whole body…"
"Not quite, Maid." Mitsukunni replied, reaching over the side of the tub and producing a long and narrow cylindrical loofah sponge. His toy looked at it with wide, fearful eyes as he ran his hand over the coarse sides. "These are excellent for a truly deep cleaning." he stated ominously as he coated the sponge with soap.
"I- I've heard they're great for- for skin polishing" Akemi stammered as she prayed that was all he had in mind. The boy moved to her, suds dripping from the loofah. With a firm grip, he grabbed her by the arm and rubbed the rough sponge on her taut belly. It felt scratchy, yet still bearable. "I- I see, master. Thank you for-" She stopped abruptly when she felt the loofah trail down past her bellybutton to her thighs. "I can finish the rest-" Her words failed when the textured sponge was suddenly pressed hard against her sore lips and she gasped in shock. The young man's eyes never left hers as his mouth once again twisted into a perverted smile and he pressed the tip of the stiff, abrasive sponge at her entrance and twisted it against her until the tip forced her lips open. His toy's mouth gaped open and a shuddering cry escaped her.
"This will make sure you're nice and clean for next time…" Mitsukunni said with a vicious grin.
"Please, sir-" Akemi began, pleading. Her words were cut off as the sponge was pressed in deeper suddenly, hurting her already throbbing womanhood even more.
"Master!" Mitsukunni corrected angrily. "You address me as Master!"
"Master!" Akemi sobbed. "Please, this hurts me!"
Mitsukunni growled at her. "Then you will learn to do a job completely, and not halfway." he snarled as he twisted the sponge inside her. The water absorbed by the sponge had softened it somewhat but the abrasive sides still rubbed against her insides unbearably. "Isn't that right, Maid?"
"Y- Yes, yes, Master! I promise!" Akemi yelped through her sobs, desperate to stop him.
Apparently satisfied, Mitsukunni roughly yanked the sponge from her opening and his toy doubled over, her hands cupping her entrance as she cried out and stood in the water, sobbing and shuddering in pain and humiliation. Mitsukunni grinned with dark pleasure as he rose and climbed out of the warm water, still eyeing her lovely, sobbing form. Once out, he stood dripping on the tile floor. His hands rested on his hips as he looked at her impatiently.
Akemi looked up and instantly knew what he wanted. She bit her lip to avoid crying out in pain as she climbed from the tub and reached to the pile of large, freshly laundered plush towels on the silver rack. The young maid winced in silence as she unfolded a towel and patted the young master dry, praying he'd not get hard again. Fortunately for her, he appeared tired, and yawned a few times as she dried him off.
"Fetch my pajamas, Maid…" he mumbled sleepily. Akemi scurried into his room and retrieved a pair of royal blue silken pajamas. She brought them back into the bathroom and dressed the young master. He shuffled sleepily to the bed, his eyes drooping as he did so. Daring to hope the ordeal was finished for the night, Akemi reached once more for her uniform dress when he suddenly spun around to face her. "Forgotten already?" he snapped in a tone that was still sleepy, but none the less dangerous.
Akemi looked to him wearily, dropping the dress again. What's the point… "Forgotten?" she replied, attempting a respectful tone.
"You were late." Mitsukunni sneered. "I told you what the consequence would be."
Akemi's mind flashed back to when she left to take his sheets to the laundry, but the pain inside her overrode her thought. "Consequence?" she answered quietly.
The young master scooped up her uniform dress and panties from the floor. "Sleep outside tonight… with no uniform. No nightgown. Nothing." The last word came with a breathy, sadistic grin.
Akemi's face fell at this indignity. "I can't take anything?" she asked softly in disbelief.
"One thing." Mitsukunni grinned. He reached into his nightstand and produced an old wind-up alarm clock. It was pressed into her hands. "The help starts moving on the grounds at 5:00 AM. I suggest you be inside your quarters before then, or do some very embarrassing explaining." With that, he climbed back into his bed, clutching her dress and panties close to him and breathing in their scent. He sighed contentedly as he curled up in the mass of pillows. "Oh, one final thought, Maid… " he stated sleepily. "I'll erase the footage after I do, but I WILL check the security footage from the outside cameras to make sure you're out there for the time you need to be. " His sweet, sleepy voice suddenly grew stern. "DON'T try to skip out on any of it, now." He let out a yawn and his voice became chipper once more. "'kay?"
Akemi looked to her feet, trying to hide the tears in her eyes. "Yes…" she steeled herself to say the next word as respectfully as she could, despite her indignation. "…Master."
"Mm, good. Get on with it, Maid." Mistukunni said sleepily as he snuggled into his bed, looking like a perfect angel. Without a word, Akemi turned and walked slowly out the door, fighting to stay composed. It was only when his door was quietly closed behind her that she let her tears come freely. Sobbing quietly to avoid being heard, she covered herself with her arms as best she could – not that anyone was roaming the halls, thank God – and made her way to the sliding glass door on the first floor that opened to the grassy yard.
The night air was breezy but not cold, and the young maid searched for a spot that might at least offer some cover as she looked at the cameras silently sweeping the grounds. She finally found a patch of soft grass not far from the house, and collapsed onto it. Carefully, she wound the old alarm clock to set it, and put it on the ground next to her head. Exhausted, beaten down, and terrified, Akemi finally curled into a fetal ball (half for cover, half for warmth), and began to cry. No longer concerned with waking anyone, she sobbed to herself and prayed for her mother's help before softly speaking in despair looking up to the moon… "What did I do to deserve this… that little bastard…."
It never caught Akemi's attention that she was sleeping beneath an open second floor window, nor that just as she had finally cried herself to sleep, a light in that window turned on.