Thread: The Debt Collector (Greysmith and FemShep)

There are somethings that should never happen to another living thing. Somethings that are inhuman, but still accepted and even encouraged. Bringing a sick mind joy seeing those weaker then he suffering under his wrath. This didn't just happen to women or men, but children as well. Children were seen as gems among rocks. Anyone could buy a woman and do what they wanted, but children were the prize. So young and innocent, untouched, and unscathed. It was like buying an wingless angel to bend to your will with a move of a hand. Sometimes adults were difficult to break, but children were easily swayed to submit with a bit of pain. Unfortunately, as the children grow older the harsher their treatment was. No longer were they children, they weren't even human, children growing up to be broken adults were pets slaves to their masters for the day they step inside the house to the day they died. Emilee was one of these children. The horrors began when her parents couldn't afford to even keep their own house let alone take care of their beloved daughter. The two would always give food and water to her, but there would be nights where they couldn't even do that. They had to give her up and give her a better life then this. They were fooled the day a wealthy man spotted the young seven year old playing outside. The moment he saw her he knew he had to have her. He offered them thousands of dollars to have her giving them empty promises to cloth and take care of her like a princess. Foolishly they accepted his offer. The day poor Emilee was ripped away from her parents was the day her like became a living hell. No matter how loudly she screamed or cried for them Emilee's parents turned away letting Satan himself to take her away to a false paradise. The mansion was beautiful it was like something out of a fairy tail with designs and fashion that most people could only dream about, but the story Emilee was about to be thrown into would be a grimm tale. First she was broken down. The master of the house spent a day treating her like a princess giving her gowns and feeding her feasts, but the second day as she slept peacefully in her silk cloud of a bed he yanked her out of bed and showed her the world if she chose to be a bad girl. He spent a week beating her randomly no matter how much she begged and cried for him to stop. He starved her and barely gave her any water to drink. The sickness in the man's mind was that Emilee will always be a bad girl. Never again did she get the pleasures of the first day. Instead she lived like dog, being rewarded for good behavior with things she needed to survive. If she did the tiniest thing wrong Emilee wouldn't eat and gain a new bruise. Her silk bed was replaced with a hard cold bed and her gowns were recolored to be a child's maid dress. Only seven years old and she was forced to cook and clean everything for the master of the house, but things only grew worse the older she grew. God cursed her with a beauty most women envied and a body all men could take joy in and each day she only grew more beautiful, but her master was a cruel man. He wanted to own her not only in mind, but in body and soul. One night when she became twelve the man forced her into his bed, placed a collar tightly around her neck, and ripped away what innocence she had left. She cried a river of tears that soaked the bed along with the evil seed of her master. Not even the beating could top the pain she felt that night and it didn't stop there. The master came up with a few new rules for him to follow. He would never hurt her delicate face beyond a slap, but in return she would have to pleasure him every night he pleased and the rest of her body became a target for his wrath. The master was even sick enough to allow his friends and their children take part in taking her body however they pleased and encouraged them to hurt her in the process. It became a ritual in Emilee's life to submit and allow such horrible things to happen to her young injured body, but despite the horror done onto her she never let it plague her sweet and loving heart. As the years went on her master started to lose his wealth and even foolishly asked to borrow the funds of other wealthy men, but after failing to pay back his dos for so long rumors of a debt collector spread among the residents of the mansion. Emilee prayed that someone would come and see her this way and take her away, but in her heart she knew it wouldn't be. The entire day was spent with the busy beauty having to clean the entire mansion before the debt collector's expected time. Her long raven black hair flowed down over her shoulders and down her mid back with bangs that came straight across her forehead. Her eyes like two sapphire stones sparkling with life behind glass with long thick eyelashes bordering them and creating a illusion of wings coming from the corners of her eyes. Her lips were red and damaged from the lack of water, but still full and soft to the touch. Her skin had never seen the sun being pale as snow. It would be considered flawless, but the exposed parts of her shapely arms and legs showed a collection of cuts, scars, and burn marks that looked like cigarettes were put out on her. Her body was thin and curvy like an hourglass with a large ample set of breast and a round firm rear despite everything she's gone through. The maid's uniform she wore was not surprisingly erotic to those who saw her. The top tightly hugged her upper body especially around her breast and exposed all of her arms but the shoulders. The shirt tightly hugged against her rear and could barely cover up the panties she wore underneath if she bent over even the slightest her panties would be exposed. Her legs were covered with mid thigh long fish net stockings and black leather heel boots that stopped under her knees. The colors of a traditional black and white with a white bow in the back to add a cuteness to the whole outfit, but there was nothing cute about it. No matter how embarrassing or revealing her uniform was, Emilee learned to work with it while she worked along with the black leather collar that hurt her neck.