Thread: The Debt Collector (Greysmith and FemShep)

The master of the house had no problems waiting on the three men while he watched over his slave and admiring the markings he left on her. The sickness in his mind adored the screams of hers and adored leaving marks on her otherwise flawless body. While the smoke hazed the room Emilee showed no signs of coughing from the overabundance of it. If anything she knew about how hot cigarettes could burn her arms and even her throat. The sick man would force her to swallow the ashed of his cigars if she was nearby and needed to tap off the useless ashes. Perhaps the men before him would love to see his little pet getting hurt after all he could tell at least two of them would take up the offer he was planning to give. Emilee suffered through enough pain that her body desynthesized itself to be use to nothing but pain. It only made his plan that much sweeter in his sick and twisted mind. He waited patiently for the three to speak while Emilee handed him his drink and snatched it roughly from her dainty hands. His finger tapping the desk as he waited in anticipation. In truth the master had no sign of worry or distress on his face, but instead a sure smug grin. This wasn't the first set of debt collectors that came to claim what he owed, but there was a trick up his sleeve. His secret weapon was the lovely maid standing quietly beside him. It seemed every time he offered them her services the collectors would turn to look the other way. While one in particular looked difficult to persuade he was sure his two friends would take up on his offer. Emilee wasn't ignorant to his plan either. She knew deep down inside as she poured more scotch into the tea cups that he would soon play his triumph card. The body of a beautiful maid who wouldn't fight back and allow anything to happen. It was one of the many burdens she bared. It was why she still stood here in the room. As the two waited her master touched her waist and ran his hand up her arm as he puffed on his cigar up until the moment the coldest man spoke up to do business. He listened taking his hand off of his beautiful slave and folding them together after placing his cigar down on the rarely used glass ashtray. Seeing the paper on his desk the master pulled it towards him and skimmed what was typed on it, but really just listening to the man before him with a smug grin. As they talked one by one Emilee would offer each man a drink of scotch and gave it to him if he accepted it. So far she seemed like a normal maid that was treated fairly, but soon the truth would be revealed right in front of their eyes. Once he was done the master took a taste of his cigar then slowly breathed the smoke from his fat lips. He sat up putting his elbows on the table readying to set the stage. Don't worry gentlemen your suits wouldn't have to be wrinkled and my things wouldn't have to be stained with blood. You see I have an offer to make. He gestured Emilee to move the tray away off the desk. Emilee quickly obeyed in a frightened fashion and moved the tray away to a nearby empty table as he spoke. Now you see I've had debt collector's come in before and well...I know that with the right offers you men could...look the other way for awhile. He grinned and looked towards his returning maid. With a tilt of his head he told her to sit on his desk facing the men. For a moment Emilee hesitated, her eyes looking pained, but before she could move her master grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her against the desk. Get your ass over here! He shouted making her cringe a bit in fear. Obeying his orders Emilee sat on the edge of the desk close to the three men before her. Her gaze quickly fall onto her lap as her master continued to speak. As pathetic as my little pet is there are some...skills she processes. I promise you if you gentlemen choose to look the other way you'll each have a day of pure delight. Why don't you show these lovely men a sneak peek Emilee. Emilee hesitated looking at him from over her shoulder showing no desire of wanting to oblige, but instead a silent begging to not allow it. His face twisted into a face of anger. Now Emilee or do you want another punishment? He asked pushing his cigar close to her bare skin. Quickly Emilee unbuttoned the first few buttons of her uniform exposing her large breasted cleavage through it. With a satisfied smile the master relaxed and continued to speak as Emilee pulled down the short sleeves of her uniform and exposed her bare shoulders and more of her chest. You see, I have a bit of a slut for a maid. She'll do anything and she'll let you do anything to her without a fuss. It could be the dirtiest thing and she'll do it without a question. You can even beat her if your hearts desired that. If you three accept this small gift I can assure you each one of you can have a whole day with her to be your cute little slut, but you'll have to look the other way in return. Emilee slowly exposed more of her chest to the point half of her laced silk white bra was exposed then she lifted up her skirt a bit to expose the lace of her matching panties underneath. Her eyes staying low and avoiding their gazes with embarrassed red cheeks and pained eyes.