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Malicious Maid
🕑 Added 2022-07-14 22:51:45 +0000 UTC“Miiiiiiiss~!” A cheerful, singsong, squeaky voice of my young maid was calling out to me, echoing from the other side of my mansion... She was already searching for me. I knew I had to hurry if I wanted to stay alive...
I fucked up, I fucked up big time... My aunt passed away, leaving me her fortune. For a failing college guy that was completely life-changing. I didn’t have to worry about school or work... but that was what led me to my misery. I had way too much spare time and nothing to do. I haven’t had any real friends in a long time and having a girlfriend was a dream that I abandoned long ago.
Even though I now had a huge, beautiful house, I was still sitting before my computer, with my curtains and windows closed. No, I wasn’t doing anything productive in there, just playing games, watching anime and wanking to porn. Never learning to cook, I just switched to ordering food but the empty pizza boxes and plastic packages were soon starting to pile up. What’s more, the place got quite dusty after a few weeks. It was bad...
Soon after, while looking for some hentai to read, I was browsing the tags, unsure what I was in the mood for. As always, there was a ton of weird shit but then I saw it... ‘maid’. Of course! Every rich person with a big house needed at least one maid to take care of the mansion and its owner!
Still horny, not thinking too much, I googled the name of my city and ‘maid services’ and called the first number that showed up. To my surprise, they didn’t ask me for my type of girl but for the preferred hours and if I had the needed equipment for work... I still agreed to take their services, as I needed them and Miss Ivone temporarily moved in with me. She was a really wholesome old lady, somehow always content even during the most troublesome duties. The woman was able to maintain the whole mansion clean by herself and even was fine with preparing some simple meals for me. Like... she was really great... but it wasn’t what I really wanted the maid for.
Understanding the errors in my way of searching, I posted an advertisement on a fetish forum. Strangely, there weren’t many girls, who wanted to serve some young, lonely pervert. Correction. There weren’t any girls, who wanted to agree. Each time I got a notification from the forum, there were some grandpas, who liked to wear dresses, girls making fun of me, or there was even one guy, who asked if he can be my dog. For fucks sake, did those people even read the ad?
I was about to give up but after about a month of complete silence, I received a private message. It had some very young girl on the profile picture but the account was created only a few hours ago, so I suspected some scam. When I asked her about the fresh account, she tried to explain that she saw my advertisement on the first day and got really excited by it... but needed to wait till her eighteenth birthday, to avoid making problems for me. She sent me her full picture in her maid outfit and holding her ID.
She appeared to be quite short and had very soft features. Her skin was bright and clean and her dark-brown hair was kept in a simple, neck-long bob. Her maid uniform... could hardly be called that way, as it was a knee-long, red lolita dress with a sea of white ruffles across it, a pair of white stockings and a pair of white gloves. Over it was tied a simple white apron and the girl had a maid’s headband on top of her head. Strangely, the whole outfit was shiny and rubbery. When I asked her about it, she explained that it was latex and she chose it because it was easier to wash it from the daily dirt of the maid work. For some reason, she was also wearing a pair of shiny, white leather platform-boots, probably trying to compensate for her short height.
Her name apparently was ‘Koko’... and she indeed just recently became adult. I was only a few years older but it still felt weird. She wasn’t even my type... but there were no other people interested... I guess that was a better choice than a perverted grandpa or a gimp. I agreed to take Koko in, ended the contract with Miss Ivone and waited for the new, cuter maid to arrive. I tried to keep the house clean-ish by myself for the time being, to avoid making a bad impression.
After a few days of waiting, I heard the doorbell ring. When I opened, I saw Koko, who was dressed exactly the same like on her picture. Did she really walk though around in public, while dressed like that? The girl was wearing her platform shoes... but even with them she was almost a foot shorter than me and I wasn’t even that tall of a guy.
“Good day to you, my new Master.” Koko greeted me with a cheerful smile, while lifting the edges of her skirt and curtsying in such a smooth and confident way that she had to practice it before. “Am I allowed to enter?”
“I... I-I... uh...” I stuttered from the stress, as I never experienced a girl being that polite to me. “...of course! L-let me help you with your bags.” I offered but she didn’t allow me to take her luggage and shook her head in disapproval, though still smiling.
“If I can’t take care of myself, how can I take care of my Master, hm? Maybe you think that I’m too small and too weak?” She teased and didn’t wait for my answer. “You seem to be stressed, Master. Shall I maybe prepare a tea ceremony, to let us calm down and get to know each-other?”
“T-that’s a great idea, Kokooo.... I mean, maid! G-get right to it!” I did my best to sound serious, though obviously failing.
Koko gave me a one more curtsy, in the exact same way like before, and carried her bags inside, before finding her way to the kitchen. While she busied herself with finding the proper tea set and making the tea, I made some space on a coffee table and moved two armchairs closer to it. I sat there, patiently waiting, when she finally brought a tray with two teacups and a kettle, setting it down on the table. The tea-set was made of porcelain and covered in hand-made, violet, flowery patterns. She carefully measured out some dark-purple tea-leaves and dropped them into each cup, before slowly drowning them in the steaming water.
She then sat opposite of me, took her teacup in hands and began talking about herself, her life and her dream to one day become a maid. Still, there wasn’t anything sexual being mentioned... but I thought that maybe it was just a build-up. Koko had so much passion in her speech that she wasn’t giving me many changes to squeeze in a word from myself. It was a bit awkward, so I started drinking the tea to at least busy myself a bit. She took a notice of it but didn’t stop talking. About half-way into my cup, I felt unusually sleepy... no, she wasn’t that boring... something was wrong. I carefully put my teacup back on the table. “Huh... that elf-looking girl didn’t lie. ‘knock-out tea’ is really a thing...” was the last thing I heard, before I lost my consciousness.
When I woke up, I was cold and felt something tightly holding my neck. For some reason, I was laying on the cold, stone floor of some completely dark room, with my wrists and ankles cuffed and my neck held by a thick, wide, metal collar. I felt around my neck with my hands but couldn’t find any seam on the steel ring... other than a small hole for the charger... No no no... why would a collar need a charger?
I tried my best to think positively. The cuffs were making it difficult but I tried to get up and... hit my head on some metal pipe, while still hunched. I raised my hands to massage the hurt place. Reaching up to feel the pipe, I found not one but many metal bars, closely together. Where the hell was I? Trying to reach forward, into the complete darkness, my attempt was once again quickly stopped by metal bars... I was in some sort of cage. I blindly inspected the tiny interior of the cage with my hands, finding only a metal bucket and a dirty, old blanket.
Suddenly, I was blinded by a bright light, as many old lamps flickered on without a warning. When my eyes adjusted, I was in some sort of basement with many other cages like mine. Most of them were empty but I think I saw some bones in one. There was also my new maid, standing before me as cheerful as ever. “Goooood mooooring, Maaaaster~!” She greeted me, as if nothing happened. “Or maybe ‘good afternoon’ or maybe even ‘good night’? I bet it’s difficult for you to tell time, when you are locked in a dark cell, hm?” She giggled at her own joke.
“K-koko... where am I?! What’s going on?!” I asked panicked but received just another giggle.
“You lived here for over a month and you still don’t know all rooms? You are still in your mansion, its basement to be precise... Though, I think it’s more fitting to call it a dungeon or something. The previous owners certainly had interesting hobbies.” Koko began explaining. “You see... here is the thing. I am not really into being a maid for some weirdo. I accepted your request only to get your money and to punish you for thinking only with your dick.” Her tone kept being casual and kind, even while saying such awful things. “Squeezing your bank account without raising suspicion will take some time... but we can busy ourselves with playing around, right? Oh? Why the sad face? Don’t cry, Master. Yeah... ‘master’. Your life is basically over, so I might as well fulfil your last wish and be your cute, sexy maid, Maaaaster~.” She gave me a smile and a wink.
I wanted to scream at her for what she did to me but the fear clenched my throat shut and I couldn’t squeeze out anything. She told me not to cry... but it only tipped me over, making me flood myself with tears. I closed my eyes and covered my head, refusing to believe my new reality. There was no way this was real, at least I hoped so, as there was no one who would even look for me. My family was either gone or far away, my friends probably forgot about me, I had no work and I didn’t even day ‘hi’ to my neighbours, when I moved in, so completely no one would notice my disappearance. It just couldn’t get worse... or so I thought.
The sound of metal sliding on the stone made me open my eyes. Koko slid a big, metal dog-bowl inside my cage. “You will be staying here a while, Master. We wouldn’t want you to get dehydrated, right?” She grabbed the hem of her red-white, latex lolita dress and lifted it up, before gathering all the petticoats that were under it and also getting them out of the way. She held the bundle of latex and silk with one hand, while she used the other to lower her white, latex bloomers, revealing her clean-shaven, tight pussy. It was beautiful but I couldn’t imagine getting hard in my current situation.
With two fingers, she spread the lips of her pussy and began spraying her piss inside the cage. Though, it felt like she wasn’t targeting the bowl at all but me. The fresh, warm, disgusting liquid was hitting my hair, face and naked body, as I tried to fruitlessly get away from it. About in the middle of it, she finally changed her target, filling the bowl up. “Try not to waste any, Master.” She giggled. “It has to last you until I bring you more in a day or two... maybe three.”
I really hoped that her words were just a joke... but I soon found out that she was serious. She left me there, in that tiny cage in a dark, cold basement. There was no food, no water, just a bowl of her smelly urine before my face... and on my face... and all around me. I had no way of telling time, nothing to distract myself with. I was constantly getting in and out of sleep, hoping to skip time, but the itchiness on my skin kept waking me up.
She wasn’t coming back. My stomach was rumbling and my throat was dry. I looked at the bowl and could believe how low I had fallen. Giving up, I closed my eyes and lowered myself to the bowl. The taste was vile... but kind of sweet? The urine went cold long ago, what helped with making it quickly pass down the throat. After I was done, I felt like vomiting... but if Koko was telling truth, vomiting would be my end as I would dehydrate myself. I did my best to hold it in but for the next hour or so I sat there, hugging the metal bucket just in case.
I was constantly in and out of consciousness, when I was finally once again blinded by the lights and greeted by the same cheerful voice like the last time. “Hooooow are youuuuu, Maaaaasteeer~?”
“P-please... please, just let me go...” I tried to beg, even though it was futile.
She giggled. “Maaaaster... you know that I can’t allow that, especially after this great weekend that I just had!” Koko shook her head. “Do you know how awesome it is to go out with your friends and party, eat and drink as much as you want, Master? Oh, right... you have no friends or food and can’t go out now... how sad.” She made a fake, sad face and wiped her eyes with her hand, as if pretending to wipe tears. “Don’t worry, Master. I didn’t come for long; I just wanted to re-fill your bowl, to keep you away from thirst.”
The maid once again uncovered her privates and sprayed her disgusting nectar. At least that time she was actually peeing into the bowl from the start and when it filed up, she changed her target to the bucket. I was crying and my stomach was screaming for any food. Thankfully, Koko took a notice of it and promised to bring something. Only after a few minutes, she returned, carrying half-a-loaf of bread. I almost yanked it from her hands, as she passed it through the bars of my tiny cell. I immediately went for a bite... but couldn’t even sink my teeth in it. The bread was as hard as a rock and completely dry. I just looked up at my maid with disbelief and desperation in my eyes.
“You are such a dum-dum, Master!” Koko laughed at me. “Just soak it in some water to make it soft enough to eat.” She gave me a wink, knowing full well, what was the only liquid available for me. “It was fun seeing you, Master. I promise to visit in a few days. Got to go, I need to get myself ready for a date. Thank you for agreeing to pay for it, Master.” I was once again left there.
Very similar encounters were repeating over the next few weeks. Every two or three days, she would come down, cheerfully brag about her great day and give me more of the stale bread and some urine to soak it in. I wasn’t even crying anymore, I just wanted it to end. A few times I tried to refuse eating or drinking, hoping to end this torture, but the survival instinct of my body forced me to keep living. Being kept on near-starvation led me to losing a lot of weight and almost all of muscle. At some point I didn’t even have enough strength to sit up.
One day however, she came down to the basement, carrying the porcelain tea-set painted in violet, flowery patterns. Koko placed it down on the concrete ground before my tiny, dirty cell and without a word began preparing the tea, just like on the first day. She drowned some leaves in warm water and passed the cup full of the dark-purple liquid inside my cage.
“Do you remember that tea, Master?” Koko asked with a smile.
I could only nod to answer her and picked up the cup of something that finally wasn’t her piss.
“Are you afraid, what you will wake up to, if you drink it, Master?” She teased.
I just gave her another nod. Of course I was afraid... but the smell of tea was powerful enough to get through the stench of my cell... and I really hoped that she can’t possibly think of something worse. I took a deep breath and drank the still hot tea, passing out soon after.
When I woke up this time, I was certainly surprised. I couldn’t remember when was the last time I saw the light of day, or felt clothes on my body. I was wearing some unbelievably soft clothes and sitting on a comfortable armchair in the mansion’s dining room, by a long, wooden table that could easily contain two or three dozen people. The room was clean and vintage and outside one of the windows I could see the sun on a clear, blue sky.
Was it all just a nightmare? I tried to stand up, to look around... but was stopped and greeted by the rattle of heavy chains on my wrists and ankles that kept me locked to the chair. Realising my situation, I could actually feel that the thick, metal collar was still on my neck, even though I got used to it over the month. Looking down, to inspect my bindings, I saw what I was dressed up in... I was wearing bloomers and a soft, silky, white nightie with a cute, little red bow on the front. On my legs were some fluffy, pink slippers... and what was the worst... I could see blonde, curly hair in the edge of my vision...
I couldn’t do anything other than wait and after only a few minutes I heard some steps approaching, making squeaky sounds on the polished floors. Koko entered the room, wearing her red, latex lolita dress with a white apron and white, shiny platform boots. The young, innocent-looking girl was holding a silver tray covered with a silver dome and set it on the table before me.
“Dinner is ready, Miiiiiss....” As always, she greeted me with that fake, cheerful tone... but... she called me a ‘miss’?!
“Let me out, you stupid bitch!” I interrupted and insulted her.
In response, she pretended to cry and ran out of the room. About a minute later, she returned, heavily stomping her boots and holding something small in her hands. She approached me with an angry look on her face and showed me some sort of metal ring, attached to two leather straps with a buckle. When I was about to ask her about it, she shoved the ring-gag inside my mouth and locked it in place, spreading my mouth wide open and depriving me of speech.
“Miss shouldn’t say such mean things to her maid, especially when she tries so hard to make her happy...” ‘HER’?! Koko lifted up the silver dome to reveal the meal under it: a golden, roasted duck, surrounded by baked potatoes and red cabbage. The smell itself made me think that I died and woke up in heaven. “What a conundrum you got us in, Miss...” She continued. “I can’t take off your gag, because you would say mean things to me and make me cry... but if I let you eat that way, you would have to swallow without chewing and we can’t allow that danger, Miss.” It looked like I just robbed myself from the opportunity to eat normal food for once... but looking at it now; she probably expected it from the beginning.
“Oh? I think I might have just the right solution, Miss!” Koko climbed on the chair and sat on its armrest, while placing her heavy boots between my legs. She then picked up a fork, took some of the meat on it and put it in her mouth. She started chewing it... and chewing... and it felt as if she wouldn’t end. Suddenly, she pinched my nose and pulled my head back. Her face got closer to my face, as she gave me an evil smirk. She moved her mouth to my mouth, as if going for a kiss... but then she opened it, letting the thoroughly chewed food fall into my mouth. The wet, flavourless mash was disgusting and made me gag but the maid had no intention of letting me spit it out. When I finally gave up and swallowed, she allowed me to take a breath, before putting another piece of food in her mouth.
Koko just continued doing it, with a great delight on her face. Each time she was chewing for long enough to make sure the food had no texture or taste left. “You know? It might be a good way of losing weight. I get all the nice taste and give the rest to you, to not waste the food. We should really keep eating that way from now on, Miss!”
Unfortunately, she wasn’t joking. Over the next days, weeks and months my every meal had to pass Koko’s mouth first, before she would allow me to eat. It was awful, maybe just slightly better than the piss-soaked bread... but she wouldn’t allow me to forget the taste of her urine. Each day we would have a tea ceremony, where she would slowly empty my aunt’s collection of rare and oriental leaves to make herself the most perfect tea... while filling my teacup with her fresh urine mixed with hormone pills and forcing me to sit with her, listening to her talking about her day. Of course, each time I was properly dressed from the occasion... If you understand the cutest gothic lolita dresses possible as ‘properly’.
I finally wasn’t held locked down in the tiny cage in the basement... but there wasn’t a minute, where I would be without any restraints and with my mouth gagged. Thankfully, she at least allowed me to sleep in my old bedroom upstairs however it also wasn’t that great. Each night, she would force me to crawl inside a tight, pink, leather sleepsack, that she would then buckle and lace as tightly as possible. Do you remember those few times, where you sat on your leg or laid on your arm for too long and had no feel or control over it for a while? With the tight sack, it was my reality every single night and for all limbs at the same time. My sleeping arrangement was an overkill on itself but Koko always made sure to lock the room’s door.
She kept calling me ‘Miss’ but I was just her doll to play with. She was dressing me up, doing my make-up, leading me around the mansion by the chains on my wrists and ankles, locking me to chairs for the meals and drinks. However, most of the day she simply ignored me, while doing her own stuff or even left me completely alone, as she was constantly going out with her friends.
One time, when she left me alone on a small, wooden chair, I was able to topple it over and crawl on all fours with it on my back, like a turtle. I even managed to use the backrest to break the glass part of the door and crawl out through it... but just a few steps out, I received a horrible shock from the thick, metal collar around my neck. When Koko came back, she found me unconscious, dragged me back inside and whipped my ass for trying to run away.
Months had passed, the hormones made my body soften and my chest grow. For some reason Koko even decided to pierce my nipples and cover them with flower-shaped piercings. One night however, after she secured me in my pink sleepsack and left the room... I didn’t hear the click of the lock... the door was even left slightly open! I remembered our tea ceremony from that day and she did mention having some plans for the evening, meaning that she would potentially soon leave the house, giving me the best opportunity to attempt escape.
I waited for about an hour, hoping that she would leave by this time and then went into action. My arms and legs were already useless but by wiggling my hips and shoulders, I was able to crawl out of bed and fall down on the floor. My boobs and pierced nipples really hurt from the impact but I continued crawling like a worm, slowly getting to the heavy, wooden door. I put my nose in the small space left between the door and the frame and used all my will to power though the pain and open the door widely enough to fit through the gap. After crawling on my stomach, rubbing my sore chest on the floor of the long corridor, it was time for the stairs. It took some struggle but I managed to get on my back and legs-first I slowly and carefully slid down the long stairs.
I could already see the exit at the other end of the main hall... but the previous attempt thought me that I needed to get rid of the shock collar first. If I remembered correctly, my aunt used to be some sort of an engineer, so there was a high chance to find some of her tools in the mansion. I never saw any before... but there were still rooms that I never checked. I began to slowly make my way to the less visited area of the building and saw something incredible... a big, sharp nail sticking out from one of the floorboards! It had to be a blessing from the god! I crawled into it, hoping to not hurt myself. With some help, it punctured the surface of the leather sleepsack. I continued crawling and tugging, making the sharp bit of metal slowly create a wide tear in the fabric.
“Miiiiiiiss~!” A cheerful, singsong, squeaky voice of my young maid was calling out to me, echoing from the other side of my mansion... She was already searching for me. I knew I had to hurry if I wanted to stay alive...
With its structure interrupted, the sleepack became loose enough for me to slowly feel the blood flowing back into my limp limbs. I kept wiggling my hips and shoulders, waiting to regain control over my arms and legs.
“Miiiiiiiss~!” She was getting closer; I could even hear the squeaks of her boots.
When I finally got out of the sack and stood up, I started running from room to room, opening the doors to take a glance at the inside and run to the next one. All I managed to find were some spare bedrooms, some storage rooms, a workshop... a workshop! I rushed inside and my excitement made me slam the door shut... I just revealed my position.
There were many different tools like hammers, drills and saws; I couldn’t even name most of the stuff that I saw. None of the items felt like a good idea until I saw a big, sturdy bolt cutter. I picked up the heavy tool and tried to manoeuvre it to pinch the metal collar. Thankfully, the month of starvation and a few months of hormones made my neck a bit slimmer, allowing the tool to find the right angle. I didn’t have to cut all the way though the collar, just enough to damage the electronics inside it. I squeezed the bolt cutter with all the strength I had... and it wasn’t enough to do anything. Months of zero exercise combines with hormones made me lose almost all of my already pathetic muscle.
I kept trying and trying, slowly starting to cry, when Koko opened the door to the workshop. “There you are, Miiiiiiiss~!” The maid was holding a key-chain sized remote in her hand. When she pressed a button on it, an electric shock surged though my body, making me fall to the ground. Koko just shook her head, while still holding the button, frying my body till I passed out.
When I came to, I was naked and tightly strapped to a wooden chair in the middle of the main hall with my back facing the door. The great room was lit only by the moonlight peeking through the glass ceiling. Koko was kneeling before me, with her arms resting on my smooth, hairless legs, her red, latex lolita dress shined in the white light.
“Do you know what day is it, Miss?” She asked, calmly for once.
I tried to say ‘no’... but noticed that there was a ring-gag in my mouth, so I just shook my head side to side, making my blonde, curly hair bounce around.
“Today is your birthday...” Was it really? I had no real track of time. “Well... your first anniversary of being a ‘Miss’...” I was stuck with her for over a year already!?
Koko got up from my legs and reached for something. When she brought it to my view, she was holding a single birthday candle and a lighter. Then, she put both items in one hand and used the other one to reach for my penis... It was probably the first time she touched my male privates. It was unexpected, yet not unwelcome, as she started to stroke me.
When I got hard and wet... she suddenly stopped... and forced the tip of the candle inside my urethra. It wasn’t big but it still was uncomfortable and itchy. Then, she lit the lighter, the orange glow revealing her fake smile, and lit the candle.
“Make a wish, Miss.” She stood up and walked behind me, outside of my range of view.
She had to be kidding... no... she was never kidding. I tried shaking my hips, to get the candle out, but it only made some of the hot wax fall on my privates and my breasts jiggle. Blowing the birthday candles is so easy... but not when you are gagged. Gagged... I thought out an idea. I turned my head straight down, until some of the drool started flowing out... that was it! I shook my head to detach it and... I completely missed, just spitting on my breasts like some fool. The flame was getting closer to my penis, I could feel it getting hot. As a last, futile attempt, I tried to breathe air at it... but it was hopeless with my mouth wide open. I started screaming and going wild, as the flame and wax started burning the skin. Suddenly... it stopped. As the tiny flame reached my tip, it got extinguished by my precum...
“I bet you wanted to wish for freedom. Too bad the wishes don’t count if you don’t blow the candle, Miss.” Koko whispered to my ear from behind my back. The maid suddenly tilted the chair a bit back and rotated it, making me face the entrance. For some reason, some of the floor-tiles by the door were taken apart and a hole was dug under them. “Don’t worry, Miss. I will still give you your birthday gift and I’m sure you will remember it for the rest of your life.” No... there is no was she was going to...
“Because you see... here is the thing... I already wasted all of your money... BUT this mansion can still be worth quite a bit. I already sold it to someone a few weeks ago. Tomorrow they will come to get the keys.” She explained. “However, they probably wouldn’t want you around... and I wouldn’t want to take you with me... and I’m not a killer...” She lit a candle of hope, as she said that she would let me live... but then quickly snuffed it out. “...so... you will become a part of this house for the next few decades. Don’t try to fight, Miss. You lost that fight long ago.”
I started crying but gave almost no resistance as she untied me from the chair and led me closer to the hole. It was shallow, with depth and length comparable to a coffin. The inside was made of stainless steel and there were some tubes, straps, wires and water-drains. After I got in, Koko inserted some long, large tubes inside my butt and mouth and secured them in place with some sort of glue. Next, she completely immobilised my body with the numerous straps. Finally, she grabbed the bundle of wires and began attaching those to different areas of my body and securing them with tape.
Then, Koko picked up one of the floor tiles and put it back in place, covering my legs. Suddenly, she made a strong tug on my cock and balls, forcing me to raise my hips as far as I could, pulling my privates above the floor level. I didn’t notice it before but the floor tile had a small round cavity, just big enough to hold the base of my genitals. Next, she grabbed a second, smaller tile with a similar cavity and slid it in place, sandwiching my privates between them, with no way to pull back.
The third tile also was unusual but this time there were two, way smaller cavities. When she placed the tile down, it was obvious that the holes were for my nipples. She grabbed me by the piercings and kept pulling away, until the nipples were just above the floor and placed the fourth tile, to keep them secured in place.
At that point only my face was left uncovered. Koko approached the hole and looked down on me. In her hands, she was holding a curved, metal tube covered in spikes that made it look like a stem of a rose. The metal part was attached to some clear tubing that made me realise that it was supposed to be a catheter. She toughly covered it with some lubricant and forced the thorny tube down my urethra and secured it in place, as I screamed in pain.
The maid once again came into my view, this time holding a typical doormat. When she got my eye-contact, she rotated the doormat, to reveal the sharp-looking wire cloth on the other side. “You will certainly feel every step, Miss.” She chuckled and placed it down on the floor, covering my cock, balls and nipples under the layers of sharp metal and scratchy nylon. To demonstrate, she stepped on it, applying pressure to my genitals and then wiped her boots, painfully scratching my balls and nipples.
I was crying and screaming in pain and panic but my struggles were ignored, as the final floor tile was set in place, sealing me in my tomb. I wanted it all to be over but apparently it didn’t even begin, as the wires attached to me delivered a sudden series of powerful shocks to every part of my body, making all my muscles clench.
For what seemed like days but was probably hours, I was in and out of sleep. Sometimes I was woken up by the shocks, other times by cold water flowing down my body and finally, by thick, tasteless gruel getting shoved down my though through the tube in my mouth.
Some time passed, when I heard the sound of the doorbell. It was followed by the echo of approaching steps of Koko, who stood on top of the doormat with one foot exactly on my balls and the other on my nipples. She opened the door and greeted the guest. “Good day to you, Miss Volga. You are here for the house keys I presume?” I could just barely hear her though the floor tiles.
“Yes, I am... And I think I should be called ‘LADY Volga’ from now on... I own a mansion after all.” The woman named ‘Volga’ spoke in a thick... but kind of fake russian accent.
“I... don’t think becoming a noble works that way in this country... I don’t think we even have titles anymore. There is a website, where you can buy a tiny piece of land from Scotland, to legally add ‘Lord/Lady’ to your ID... but whatever.” Koko gave a longer-than-needed explanation. “Do you have the money?”
“What do you think is in this obsessively official briefcase, huh?”
“Right.” I could feel the pressure on my privates lighten, as Koko took a step back. “Why don’t you step inside?”
“Sure...a-ah~!” The weight returned, crushing me, as the unknown guest entered and... did she moan? “What the...?”
“Woah! I have read in some book that dark elves take pleasure and power from hurting others but I didn’t expect that it happens even when you don’t know about it.” Koko said, full of excitement... wait... did she say ‘elves’?!
“How Earthlings posses such knowledge about my kind!? I will have to inform my sisters to investigate it...” Volga paused for a long moment. “Wait. You know that I am an elf and you are not freaked out?!”
“I tortured some random loser for almost a year! Do you think I care?!” Koko shouted out in reply. “Also, I am a young adult with no special education, who just received a whole bunch of money from illegal source. I have way bigger problems than some bdsm fantasy creatures existing in our world.”
“Touché.” Volga calmly acknowledged the explanation. “So… how am I hurting someone right now?” She wiped her shoes once more and let out a pleased sound, as she unknowingly dug the sharp bits of metal deeper into my poor crotch.
“Let me show you. Step away for a bit.” The weight on my privates disappeared and was soon replaced with cold, fresh air, as Koko picked up the doormat. “As you can see, I put the previous owner there. That way, even when you had a shitty day, when you return home and wipe your shoes, you will instantly feel better. Just a small bonus to our deal.”
“That’s amazing! I can’t pay you even a bit more, as I am literally at my financial limit, but I do appreciate it.” The elf exclaimed and clapped her hands. “But… won’t he just die from being stuck there?”
“Don’t worry, I prepared everything, you just need to remember to feed him and give him water every once in a while.” Koko reassured that my predicament will last a long time.
“I never remember to water the plants… I better find myself a maid soon… Hey, you do kind of look like a maid, would you maybe…?”
“It’s just a cosplay!” Koko cut her off. “And I really need to leave this country before I get arrested. Have fun with your new mansion, bye!” She dropped the doormat back down on my nipples and balls and jumped on it a few times, as her goodbye to me.
I cried but not only from the pain. I cried, because I knew, that from now on, my only purpose was to be ignored and tortured for the rest of my life…
(The End)
