2 comments/ 24522 views/ 2 favorites Slave of Desire Ch. 01 By: cellophanesmile "Please sir, I don't have the money," Mr. Havely said shaking in his boots. He had done it again, gambled more than he could pay. And this was the worst man for it to happen with, too. His ruthlessness was well known to everyone. "Well, what do you suppose we do about that?" Casper Jenkins asked, bored with the man's pleading and begging, he just wanted to collect his money and go home. "Please, I can get you the money. Just give me a little time," Mr. Havely begged, he didn't want to be in debt to this man, but it was the only way. "And what if I don't feel like waiting? I think I shall just take the price out of your flesh now," came the cold-hearted response. And Mr. Havely knew that he would, too, and there was no chance of fighting back with Casper Jenkins's henchmen around. "Please sir, I'll do anything. What do you want?" Mr. Havely was desperate now. "You have nothing that I want," Casper said, realizing that he wasn't going to get his money, and curious what this man would offer to save himself. "There must be something," Mr. Havely said, then paused, presumably to think, "I have a very beautiful daughter," he said at last, "and she would gladly do anything to save her father, even allow you to sample her charms." Casper couldn't believe the depths this man would sink to, making his daughter pay for his debt. "Yes, I'll take your daughter," Casper said, and Mr. Havely breathed a sigh of relief, "But not just for a night, I want her forever. You will give up all rights to her and she will be mine," he finished. "That's not what I meant," Mr. Havely said, now just realizing what an asset his daughter could be in these situations and not wanting to lose her just yet. "Oh, I'm sorry, did you have something to say?" Casper asked. Mr. Havely shut up and shook his head. Oh well, at least he got out of this one. "Now take me to your daughter." Mr. Havely got up and they walked the short distance from the saloon to his small, run down house. Casper followed Mr. Havely upstairs, into a tiny, musty room, with a leaky roof and a distinct chill. He saw the girl asleep on the worn, patched covers. My god, he thought, he had certainly got his money's worth with this one. She was beautiful with that alabaster skin and curly red hair, but couldn't be much older than eighteen or nineteen, barely a woman. "Matilda," he heard Mr. Havely say, and the girl popped up instantly. "Yes poppa?" she said before seeing the rest of the men in the room. He watched her eyes grow big as she looked around, and she drew her covers up under her chin. "What's going on?" "I need you to go with this man here," Mr. Havely said, gesturing to Casper. "What do you mean? I don't want to go with him." Casper watched as the girl slowly started to panic. "Please, I want to stay here," she said desperately. "Pack up your things, you're mine now," Casper said by way of explanation. "No, I'm not. I belong to no one," she said getting up and attempting to run for the door, but Casper reached out and grabbed her. She struggled in his arms, "Let me go!" but it was to no avail. "You have one minute to collect what you want," Casper said. "No, no," Matilda muttered, sinking away from him. "What's going on, poppa?" she addressed her father. "Why are these men trying to take me?" But her father just looked away from her and didn't answer. Coward, Casper thought. Matilda just stood there, looking about the room, as if she could read an explanation from their faces. "Minute is up," Casper said, grabbing for Matilda. Her hand snaked out and grabbed up a small book sitting on her nightstand. She hugged it tightly to her chest as Casper lifted her up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried her outside to his waiting carriage. Neither of them said anything on the ride to his home, Matilda was still trying to wrap her head around what was going on, but her eyes widened as she saw the massive size of his house. "Welcome to your new home," he said as he hopped out of the carriage, helping her down. He gently guided her up the walk to the house with a hand on the small of her back. "We will get started with your duties tomorrow. You must be tired tonight," he said, leading her upstairs. "This will be your room," he opened a door, showing her a wonderfully ornate room, with a big lush bed and decorated chairs and furniture. He pushed her inside, and she was in aw of what was happening. Maybe this wasn't so bad, she thought, until she heard the door lock behind her. After carefully placing her book on the nightstand, she climbed into the big, comfortable bed. But despite the comfort, she found she had trouble falling asleep. What were her duties going to be tomorrow? *** The next morning, Matilda awoke later than usual. She saw a complete outfit lying on the end of the bed, and she put it on. It was nothing too exceptional, but it was still finer than anything she had ever worn. After dressing, she walked to the door, and was surprised to find it open. She walked outside, and came face to face with Casper. "I don't think we've been properly introduced," he said, "I'm Casper Jenkins, but you will call me master, and I already know you are Matilda Havely, but I shall call you slave, and you shall respond to such," he said in such a polite tone, completely contradicting to the words coming out of his mouth. Matilda didn't say anything and he continued, "You're duties will be to wash the floors and windows, dust the rooms and just make sure that everything in general is in tip top shape," despite his scary words of wanting to call her slave, he only wanted her to be a housekeeper. Matilda breathed a sigh of relief, this would be no different than home, the only thing was the house was bigger and nicer. She could be his housekeeper no problem. "If you are good at your job, you can keep it," he ended, but Matilda was not too worried about that. She spent the rest of the day learning the ropes from one of the maids. And was dusting a shelf, when she accidentally knocked over two vases. She stared down at them in horror, and bent to pick up the pieces when she heard him. "Oh look what you've done now," Matilda was scared of what he would do to her for breaking the vases, but "Give me your shoes," was all he said. Matilda just stared at him dumbly, "I want both shoes, one for each vase you broke," he explained. He was taking her shoes to punish her? It was the weirdest thing she ever heard, but not so bad as punishments go. Matilda then simply slipped off her shoes and placed them in his out stretched hands. "Be careful around those shards, and get back to work," he said leaving the room. Matilda cleaned up the vases and finished that day with no more trouble. The next day she expected to have her shoes returned, but they were not, so she went about her duties in her stockinged feet. At the end of the day, she saw Casper again. "Just look at your feet," he said looking down. And when Matilda did, she saw that her stockings had gotten dirty from walking around in just them all day. "You can't keep your clothes if you don't take care of them, give me your stockings," he said holding out his hand. "But the only reason they got dirty is because you took my shoes from me," she said. "When I tell you to do something, you do it without question, do you understand?" he said in a stern voice. Matilda felt helpless against him, "Yes sir," she said. "Yes, what?" "Yes, master," she corrected, letting the word slip out of her lips for the first time since she'd been there, hating the sound of it, knowing that it showed his ownership of her. "Good, now hand them over," he said once again. Matilda had to hike up her dress to undo her garters to let her stockings down, and she avoided his gaze, feeling ashamed at being put in this position. She rolled her stockings down and handed them to him. He walked away without a word. The next day, once again, neither her stockings nor her shoes had been given back to her. Matilda felt ridiculous working in her bare feet, and it was painful when she had to go outside to fetch water. Despite the size of the house, he had very few servants working inside, and her chores were vast and varied. On the way back inside with a bucket of water, she accidentally tripped, letting about half the bucket's contents slosh over the side. And as Casper seemed to only appear when she made mistakes, he was there to witness this one. "Tsk, tsk, it seems that you can't stop messing things up, give me your garters," he said calmly. "What?" Matilda couldn't believe he was asking for her garters. "Give me your garters," he repeated. "But why?" she asked. "I'm surprised you haven't figured it out yet, when you make a mistake, I take an article of your clothing as compensation. Now hand them over." "But, but," Matilda sputtered, "I'm not wearing garters." "Well why ever not?" he asked with a grin, knowing very well why she wasn't wearing them. "It would be pointless without stockings," she answered. "Oh well, I suppose you're right. I guess I just need to take something else, your dress then." Matilda stared at him, horrified. She knew he planed to take her dress and not return it, make her work in just her under things. "No," Matilda said. "My slave, I believed we discussed this. Do I need to punish you for disobeying?" he asked. Matilda shook her head and slowly took off her dress, and like he had done before, he left without a word, and Matilda finished her chores. The next day, Matilda was sure to wear all the clothes she had, and didn't expect to see him till toward the end of the day like she had before, but today he was there in the morning. "Good morning slave," he said cheerfully, and outright laughed when he saw the garter ribbons hanging down her legs, "I was not happy last night, slave, when I went to put logs in my fire, I found that there were none. I believe that it is one of you duties to replace the wood for the fire, and I'm afraid that I will have to take your hoops for that." Matilda sighed but removed her hoops and handed them over to him without a word. "I also regret to inform you that the hall windows are completely filthy. It's like you didn't even attempt to clean them, and for that I need your stays." Matilda took off her stays and handed them over to him as well, wondering when he would stop, and blushed to think that he wouldn't until she was completely naked. She wouldn't allow that though, she would just make sure that everything was perfect, and not give him a reason to continue taking her clothes. He stared at her for a moment, in just the thin shift she wore, then left the room. Matilda worked like crazy, she cleaned everything to the best of her ability and then more, and at the end of the day she was exhausted. "Matilda," her heart stopped as she heard his voice. "Everything looks very nice today," and she breathed a sigh of relief, "but," Matilda cringed at the tiny word, and thought she might just start crying right there. I asked you to sort out my mail, and it is not done. Matilda couldn't believe she had forgotten this one duty. "Give me your shift," he said. Matilda's entire body started to shake at his words. She would be completely exposed without her shift on. "Did you hear me?" he asked. Matilda couldn't stop the tears from rolling down her face. "Please, I'll go do it right now," she said. "No, it's too late, and you must be punished for your thoughtlessness," he said holding out his hand. Matilda knew that there was nothing she could say, and her fingers shook as she reached up to remove her shift. She paused for a long moment then forced herself to pull it up over her head. Casper saw her legs first, then her sweet little patch of fur was exposed to his eyes, then finally her small little peach colored breasts, tipped with rosebud nipples. Her entire body seemed to be consumed up in a blush. He felt his cock harden at her naked body, and how embarrassed she was. Matilda had worked so hard to keep this shift, but now she found herself placing it in his hand. She was completely humiliated at having this man see what no other man had seen before. She felt cold, and she attempted to cover her nakedness with her arms, and he just smiled. "Matilda, you are not turning out to be a very good housekeeper. Many more mistakes, and I think that I might just have to find a new position for you," he said and laughed, leaving the room. *** The next morning Matilda stayed in bed. She attempted to get up and go to work, but found that she could not leave the room, naked as she was. She only got as far as the door handle before crawling back into bed. Suddenly the door opened, "Matilda," she heard Casper's voice, "What are you doing still in bed? Are you sick?" Matilda, thinking that he was giving her an out, nodded. Casper walked over to the bed and put his hand on her forehead, feeling for a temperature. "I don't think you are sick, I think you just don't want to work today. And for sleeping in late, and lying to me, you will have to be punished. Now come," he said, but Matilda didn't move. "Come Matilda, if you disobey, your punishment will only be worse." Matilda reluctantly uncovered herself and got out of bed. "Now, kneel down over the bed, that's good, don't move," he said and left the room. Matilda stayed there, humiliated with her butt hanging in the air for what felt like forever then until she heard him come back. He came and stood behind her, and she wondered what her punishment would be, until she felt the sting of a whip on her bare bottom. "Ahhh," she couldn't hold back her scream of surprise. The whip came again and again. He stopped after what Matilda counted as ten lashes. "Have you had enough Matilda, or do you need more?" "I've had enough," she managed to stammer out. "Good, then put on your clothes and get back to work." Matilda put on the only thing she had left to wear, her garters. As she left the room, a small crowd of maids giggled and gawked at her nakedness. She hated the fact that they were fully clothed, yet she was naked and exposed. And when she turned to leave, they only laughed harder at her bare bottom, with the red welts from her whipping on it. She worked cleaning the house, going into rooms she knew would be empty. She felt ridiculous and exposed in just her garters, working as a maid. Later in the day, Casper walked into the library where she was cleaning. He stared at her nakedness, her little round butt and heaving breast, Matilda refused to meet his eye. He walked around inspecting her work, and ran his finger over various shelves, until he stopped at one. "Slave, come here," he said. Matilda walked over to him, she couldn't keep a blush from her face, "What is this?" he asked showing her his finger, so Matilda could see the little bit of dust on it. "Dust, Master," she said looking down. "I need your garters for this slave," he said looking down at her. Matilda took off her garters and handed them to him, she was now completely naked. She was utterly humiliated, but she felt something else too, something that she was too afraid to explore deeper. "Now go outside and fetch me some wood," he said. Matilda couldn't believe his cruelty. Outside was where all the men worked, and she would be fully exposed to their gazes. "I can't go outside Master, please," she begged. "Don't disobey me," he said. Matilda felt tears run down her cheeks as she walked to the back door. She took a deep breath before opening it and going outside. She kept her eyes on the ground, but she could feel the stares on her body. She walked over to the woodpile and picked some up, the rough bark scratching the naked flesh of her stomach and arms as she carried it inside. "Now take it to my study," he said and he followed her there. She placed the wood down and turned to face him. "Very good slave," he said. Matilda was surprised by the gentleness in his voice, she had gotten used to hearing nothing but his sharp, halted commands. He reached out and softly caressed her cheek, before turning abruptly and leaving the room. Matilda was continuing her work when she heard some of the maids gossiping, the very maids that had laughed at her that morning. "I don't know why the master is so infatuated with her, she's not that pretty," one was saying. "Yeah, and she could lose some weight," another said, "I mean, no one wants to see a heifer walking around naked all the time." Matilda didn't let their words bother her, she surmised that they were just jealous, but for the life of her couldn't figure out why. She just ignored them and kept on working, when she felt a sharp slap on her already abused posterior. "Hey," she turned around to face one of the maids, who had obviously slapped her. But as soon as she turned, she felt another sharp slap on her butt, from another maid who was standing behind her. "So, you think you can come in here and take all the master's time," one said. "No, I don't even want to be here," Matilda tried to explain, but the maids just circled her. Matilda didn't know what to do, she was one to six, naked to clothed. Two of the maids suddenly tackled her and threw her to the floor, holding her arms. "Grab her legs," one said, and Matilda felt each of her ankles being held and dragged apart. She realized that they could see her wide spread vagina, and felt a blush spread across her cheeks. One of the maids that was not holding her down, rammed a finger up between her legs, causing Matilda to jerk and try to break free. "Oh my ladies, it seems that we have a virgin," she announced to the group, which inspired a spurt of giggles. "I think we can fix that," said the other one not holding her down, as she grabbed up a broom. The maids laughed and cheered. This caused Matilda to increase her struggles, but to no avail. "Let me go," she screamed, but the maids continued to hold her. She was crying and screaming as the one with the broom positioned the handle at the opening of her vagina. "Don't worry, we are just trying to help you, Master hates virgins," she said. "Drop that this instant!" came a shout from the doorway, and Matilda never thought that she could be so glad to hear Casper's voice. The maids instantly let go of Matilda, but still she couldn't stop her crying. "Don't be mad Master, we were just having a little fun," the one said. "Shut up," Casper said in response, "I'll deal with you later." He then reached down and picked up the crying Matilda into his arms. She didn't struggle against him, but felt oddly comforted to be held by him. He didn't say anything as he carried her down to her bedroom. "It seems that you have made some enemies," he said when he finally reached her room and was placing her in bed. Matilda's crying had stopped by now, and she just glared at him with tear-stained cheeks. "Come, go to sleep," he said tucking her in. He then surprised her when he made no move to leave; he just sat down next to her on the edge of the bed. "I'm not tired," she said petulantly, which made him laugh. "Then why don't you read for a little while?" he said, picking up her book from the edge of the nightstand, but no sooner had he picked it up, then she grabbed it out of his hand and hugged it to her chest. He chuckled, thinking the picture of her sitting there hugging a book incredibly endearing. "I don't know how to read," she said avoiding his gaze. "You don't know how to read, yet you carry that book around with you?" "Yes, it was my mother's favorite book. She used to read it to me when I was little, before she died." Casper could tell by the way she said it that she had loved her mother very much. Slave of Desire Ch. 01 "Well, give it here then," Casper held out his hand for the book. Matilda looked at him and her eyes got bigger and she held the book tighter against her chest. She ever so slightly shook her head no, and she looked as though she were in danger of bursting into tears at any moment. "Come on, I'm not going to take it from you," he said patiently. Matilda didn't quite trust him, but she knew he wouldn't let her refuse, so she held out the book to him. "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland," he said reading the title, "Never read it." He opened up the front cover, "Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank," he started. He continued to read, and Matilda lied back and let herself forget where she was, and just let herself be taken into the story. After reading for a while, Casper stopped and shut the book. "Oh no, please don't stop," Matilda begged. Casper's voice was growing tired, but he couldn't deny her request. He repositioned himself on the bed so he was lying back next to her. He pulled her into his side, her head on his shoulder, and opened the book again to where he left off. He continued to read, and didn't stop until he had read the entire book. At the end, they were both so tired, that it wasn't long before they fell asleep, snuggled together on her bed. *** Matilda woke the next morning to a breathing pillow under her. "Good morning little slave," Casper said. Matilda usually hated being called slave, but this morning it sounded like an endearment, and she kind of liked it. "Good morning," she said shyly, all too aware that the only thing separating her naked body from him was a thin sheet. "I've been thinking, you haven't been doing too good a job at being a house keeper, and I've decided to put you in a new role that I think you are much better suited for." Matilda looked at him waiting. "You will now be my bedroom slave, and strictly my bedroom slave." "Does that mean you're going to rape me?" Matilda asked, not really feeling as scared at the prospect as she should. "If that's what you want to call it, yes. I prefer saying that we will be giving each other mutual pleasure, starting now," he said, and without hesitation, ripped the sheet off her in one quick motion. She gave a surprised yelp as she suddenly found herself lying naked to his view. She tried to cover herself, which she knew was pointless, him having already seen all of her charms. He just laughed at her display of modesty, "You are the most delightful creature, I think I've laughed more in these past couple days than I have in the last couple of years," he said. He then bent down and kissed her, it was Matilda's first kiss and it was wonderful. He started out gently then deepened the kiss. He was finally ravaging her mouth before he pulled away. Matilda laid there in a daze, while he hopped out of bed and rapidly started removing his clothes. When he was as naked as she, he climbed on top of her in bed. Matilda got only a slight glance at him before he was on top of her, but it was her first glance at a naked man. He was beautiful, she thought, all strong and covered in muscles. His man organ intimidated her a bit; it was so big. He started placing kisses all over her body. "I've been longing to do this since the first moment I saw you," he said between kisses. After a short while though, he just had to claim her, so he positioned his manhood between her legs, and entered entirely with one great thrust. Matilda screamed, and he kissed her through the pain, but Matilda had had enough. "Stop, get off, it hurts," she said, pushing at his shoulders. "It'll feel better, I promise," he said as he pulled out and then thrust back into her. Matilda continued to struggle with him for a while, but then was surprised to discover that it did start to feel better, really wonderful in fact. She started to move with him, instinctively knowing that it would get even better if she just gave in. Matilda could feel the pleasure rising then finally explode into white hot flashes of ecstasy. She wreathed under it, then finally floated gently down from her peak. Casper collapsed on top of her, and they laid together, completely spent. Matilda fell into a light sleep, and she felt Casper pick her up and carry her to another room, presumably his, and lay her down in bed. Matilda curled into the covers and continued to sleep. She wasn't sure how long she had slept, and she was still half asleep when she felt herself being rolled over onto her stomach. She was too tired to protest when she felt each of her hands being tied to opposite sides of the bed, and she allowed her butt to pulled up into the air. But she came instantly awake when she felt something cool and slimy being applied to her ass crack. She tried to lower her butt to the bed to get away from it but felt strong hands stopping her. "Stay the way you are," Casper said. Matilda was dreadfully uncomfortable on her knees with her butt in the air and her face pressed to the bed, her arms stretched out away from her. "What are you doing?" she asked, but Casper didn't answer her. She found out all too soon enough though, when she felt his cock start to enter her butt hole. "Stop, that hurts," she shouted, "What are you doing? Stop it," her voice ended on a plea, but he continued to slowly press into her. "Relax, let yourself enjoy it," he said. "No, I can't, it hurts," Matilda felt very uncomfortable with his erection sliding up her bum. Casper reached his hand down and started playing with her clitoris, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger and rolling it around. Matilda gasped at the instant stimulation. He continued to arouse her as he slid his member into her, until he was all the way in. Matilda was at her peak now, and Casper started to fuck her ass in earnest. She was just coming down from her climax, when she felt Casper spill his seed in her bum. After, he pulled her legs out so she could lie fully on the bed, they were both breathing hard. Casper untied her hands and she rolled onto her side, his seed spilling out her butt. He laid on his back, and she curled up next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. He put his arm around her and held her. They stayed that way, not sleeping, but too content to move. *** Matilda was surprised at how much she liked her new life. She was allowed to wear clothes again, and enjoyed roaming the gardens and the vast house. She now stayed permanently in Casper's room, and would spend most of her time with him. They often talked, and Matilda was surprised to find him genuinely interested in what she had to say. He would also read to her, Matilda could never get enough, and he would read until his throat was sore. He said that one of these days he would have to teach her to read, and had laughed when Matilda had instantly jumped at the idea, begging him to do so, he promised he would, and she had hugged him. Most of all though, they would make love. Matilda was surprised at herself and at the things she was doing, and enjoying nonetheless. But mostly she was surprised at how infinitely she trusted him. She trusted that he would never really hurt her, and he always gave her pleasure too, when he took his own. He could be gentle and kind sometimes, but he could also be ruthless, making her surrender herself completely. He often tied her up so that she was helpless, completely in his hands, and on those times her pleasure seemed never ending, she would come to an orgasm again and again. But sometimes he was tender, and she needed that, too. He would make love to her gently, making her feel cared for and treasured. She also didn't mind his punishments so much either; he would either spank her or tie her up in an uncomfortable position and leave her there for a while. And usually she would become so aroused through out them, that when he would make love to her afterwards, it would be intense and wonderful. She still called him master when they were making love or he was punishing her, but other times he allowed her to call him Casper. And she loved to say his name; it was all the more sweet because of how rarely she allowed it to escape her lips. He also called her Matilda sometimes, though his variations seemed to have no rhyme or reason to them. Matilda loved hearing him say her name, it always sounded like a caress. But she also liked being called his slave too, for some reason the idea that he owned her completely made her feel protected. Matilda was most grateful for the fact that he didn't make her walk around naked anymore, and he didn't let other men see her body. He did sometimes make her stay naked, but it was only when they were alone. One time he hadn't allowed her to get dressed all day, and had made her go down to the dinning table and eat completely naked while he was fully dressed. He hadn't acknowledged the fact that she was nude, but she found herself aroused through the entire dinner. He served the food himself, and once when he was putting meat on the plate, he had taken a little piece and put it right between her pussy lips. She had blanched when he whistled for the dog, and felt ashamed as she shuddered with pleasure as he licked the meat away. One day they were walking in from the gardens, and they decided to go through the kitchen, which was empty. He had suddenly pulled her to him and started kissing her. She smiled against his lips and started kissing him back, when he suddenly lifted her up and sat her on the counter. He then pushed her back so she was lying down, her legs dangling over the edge. She didn't protest, partly because she knew that she would be punished if she did, but mostly because she knew she would enjoy what the did. He lifted up the hem of her dress and bunched it around her waste. She wasn't wearing any undergarments, upon his request, and her sweet honey pot was immediately visible to his eyes. "Close your eyes," he said, and she did. She waited for him to enter her, but was surprised when she felt something other than his manhood slowly pushing into her. She automatically looked to see what it was, and gasped as she saw a ripe cucumber sticking out her vagina. "I said to close your eyes," Casper admonished, and thrust a hearty length into her, faster than he was going before, hurting her a little. He continued to push it into her, and Matilda was gasping and moaning. She had never had anything other than his cock inside her vagina, much less a vegetable. "Now stand up," he said when it was all the way inside of her. Matilda did, and her dress fell back down around her. She felt so strange to just be standing, fully clothed, with a massive cucumber inside her pussy. "Okay, walk back to our room," he said to her, giving her a gentle shove in the direction of the door. "And don't let it fall out," he added as an afterthought. Matilda walked awkwardly out the door and down the hall. She could feel it slowly slipping with every step, and by the time she had made it up the stairs, only a little bit was left in her vagina, and she was holding the majority of it between her thighs. She walked even more awkwardly the rest of the way to their room, keeping her knees together and taking baby steps. When she finally made it to the room, she let her legs spread and the cucumber fell out onto the floor between her feet. Casper, who had followed her progress with great interest, laughed at the look of relief on her face when she made it to the room. "Take off your gown and pick up the cucumber," he said to her. She stripped and picked the cucumber up off the floor, it was covered in her juices. "Hand it to me and lie face down on the bed." She did as he asked, and laying there knew instantly what he intended to do. She wasn't surprised when he started to shove the cucumber up her ass, but still couldn't keep herself from gasping. When it was fully in, she had the uncomfortable feeling like she had to poop, and had to try not to push it out. He then flipped her over, and without preamble, pushed his cock into her other hole. Matilda was instantly excited at having both her holes filled at the same time, and she came to an earth shattering orgasm, so intense it made her pass out for a moment. She came to and was too exhausted to move, and just lied there, with the cucumber still up her butt. Casper got up and got dressed, then walked back over to the bed; he reached out and gently pulled the cucumber out of her. He then got a warm, damp towel and wiped her butt, pussy, and thighs clean. He retrieved her dress from the floor and pulled it over her head, pulling her long hair out and letting it fall down her back. He then put his hands in her armpits and lifted her high off the bed, then set her down gently upon her feet. "Let's go have lunch," he said and gave her a peck on the forehead, before escorting her out of the room. Matilda was in heaven, and she never wanted it to end, but just later that night she would find herself in hell. Slave of Desire Ch. 02 Matilda was roaming the halls, looking for Casper when she suddenly found him, but wished she hadn't. He was in his study, but there was someone else in there with him: a maid. She was naked, kneeling before him saying, "I'm yours master do what you want with me." Matilda turned away with disgust and jealousy, it was clear they hadn't seen her, and she just wanted to escape, but unfortunately she came face to face with another maid, Susan. "Wow, you look terrible," she said, "Oh, did you just walk in on your husband with Abigail? I'm surprised you didn't know, but judging by the look on your face, I'm guessing you didn't," she said with a cruel laugh and started to walk away. "Didn't know what, that Casper was sleeping with Abigail?" she asked to the retreating maid. "Yes, but not just Abigail, Casper fucks all of us. Well, not as much since you came around, but he always gives the new ones more attention, once he gets tired of you, he'll come back to us," she said, pretending like she didn't care, starting to turn again. "The new ones?" Matilda asked, still not understanding exactly what this Susan was telling her. "You mean you don't know? Casper's not just your master; he's all of ours. We were all new once, and he fucked us like crazy until he grew tired of us, just like he will grow tired of you, then you will be back to cleaning house. But don't worry, he'll still fuck you, but less often when he gets a new slave," this time Matilda let her go when she turned to leave. All this new information was spinning around in her head. All the maids here were once her, and she would one day be one of them. Now she understood their jealousy, it would be hell to be rejected by Casper, and she dreaded the day that would happen. Could she really stand by and watch as Casper traipses around with some new girl? No, she loved him too much. The thought was surprising to her, but as soon as she thought it she knew it was true. She loved him with all her heart. She tried to think back to when she had first started loving him. Was it when he had first made love to her? Or when he had stayed up reading her mother's book to her? Or when he had rescued her from the maids? When he had first made her strip in front of him? When he had taken her shoes? When he had first guided her up the walkway to her new home? Or was it when he had carried her out of her father's house? Matilda felt as though she had loved him forever. But he didn't love her. He was only using her. Matilda walked back to their room, the room they had shared, and knew she had to leave. She had to leave before he had a chance to reject her; she knew she wouldn't be able to stand it. She put on her coat, a beautiful one he had bought for her, and grabbed up her book. She knew he had a little bit of money in his room, and took it, knowing it wouldn't be missed. She wanted to leave a note, but he still hadn't yet taught her how to read and write. Oh well, he would figure out she had gone soon enough. There was hardly anyone around, as usual, and she had no trouble sneaking out the back door. She borrowed a horse from the stable and hopped on, riding away as fast as she could, not really sure where to, though. *** Meanwhile, Casper was in his study. He had walked in on Abigail, kneeling down offering herself to him. He had once fucked all the maids whenever and however he chose, and they were all too willing. But ever since Matilda came into his life, he hadn't touched one of them. They no longer held any appeal to him once so ever. He only desired Matilda. And now this evening, with Abigail naked in front of him, he felt no desire at all, he had just made her get dressed and sent her away. Why was that, he wondered? He only desired Matilda, but not just sexually. He wanted to spend all his time with her, and he thought about her constantly when he wasn't with her. He wanted to make her happy and give her everything she wanted. He loved her. He loved her? But as he asked himself the question, he knew he did. He loved his sweet little Matilda, more than anything else in the world. But did she love him? Casper, needing to know, went off in search of her. She wasn't in their room, nor kitchen, nor library. "Matilda!" he went about the halls shouting, "Matilda!" but she didn't answer. He checked outside, and asked everyone he ran into if they had seen her, none had. Finally, he returned to their room, wondering where she could be. She wouldn't leave the grounds without asking him. Then he saw it, or lack of it, rather. The nightstand, where her mother's book had been in its place of honor since her first night in his room, was empty. Still not wanting to believe it, he tore the room apart; it wasn't there. He ran over to her old room and tore that one apart, but still no book. He knew she couldn't be off reading it somewhere, she didn't know how. He finally let the truth sink in; she was gone. She had left him. "Damn it," he shouted, throwing a lamp across the room, watching as it shattered against the wall, then picking up the nightstand and throwing that too. Why? Why had she left him? Maybe something had happened. Maybe she was kidnapped. But he instantly cursed himself a fool as soon as the thought flew through his mind. Of course she wasn't kidnapped, you pathetic idiot, her book is gone. She left you. He had searched her out to find out if she loved him, and he guessed now he had his answer. No. Fine then, he thought, he didn't need her. He had gotten along just fine without her before, let her leave. No, he thought again. She was his god damn it! She belonged to him, and she wasn't escaping that easy. Love or no love, she was his slave, and she would be his forever. He would find her and bring her back. He set off to carry out his plan, and felt oddly comforted. When he realized that she was gone, his world had crashed down around his ears, but now having decided that he would stop at nothing to get her back, he felt better knowing that he would have her in his arms once again. Where to look first, though? Not her father's house, she wouldn't go right back there, too obvious. He decided to just go into town and ask around. None of the first dozen people he asked hadn't seen her, and he was beginning to feel discouraged, until he came upon a man who said he saw a girl riding alone, he didn't know if it was the girl Casper was looking for, but she went into the Inn. Of course, he thought, that had to be Matilda. He went into the Inn, and due to his reputation, had no trouble getting the owner to take him up to the young girl's room. He saw her sleeping in bed, and felt a moment of relief that he had found her and she was okay. He walked over to the bed and shook her awake. "What are you doing here?" she asked upon seeing him. "Fetching a runaway slave. Or had you forgotten that I'm still your master? He said lifting her up out of bed and over his shoulder in a repeat of the way he had first taken her. He saw her book lying on the bed and shoved it into his pocket. "Please, my book," she said as he carried her out the door. "You should have thought about that before you decided to run away," he answered. "No, please, Casper," she said to him, but Casper felt nothing but rage. How dare she leave him? he thought. How dare she not love him? "That's master to you," he said and he slapped her butt, right there in front of the innkeeper. He carried her downstairs, and the curious innkeeper followed. "So she's your slave?" the innkeeper asked Casper, "A pretty little thing, ain't she?" "Yeah, but a real troublesome thing, too," he said. "Yeah, if you give her to me and the boys, we could beat the spirit out of her right nice for you," he offered. Casper wanted to punish Matilda, and he knew how much she would suffer at being gang raped. He also wanted to prove to himself that he could watch and not care. So at the bottom of the stairs, right in front of the innkeeper and the few men that were still up drinking, he set Matilda down and tore her nightdress from her body. He loved the way she blushed and tried to cover herself. "Whoo-eee, look at them nice ripe titties," said a man from the small crowd, "take your arms away, sweetheart, so we can get a better view." Casper could feel Matilda shaking, but he just pulled her arms up and away from her body, leaving her exposed, and a cheer went up amongst the men. "Yeah, I'd sure like to get my hands on those," said another. "Well, come on then," Casper invited him, and the man popped up out of his seat and drunkenly lurched toward Matilda. Casper still held her arms, and the man had free reign to reach out and grab her breasts. He pinched them and bruised them, and Matilda screamed out in pain. Casper did not like this other man touching Matilda one bit, but he knew that she was in pain and humiliated, and that's what he wanted. He wanted her to suffer; she needed to be punished. Now another man had stood up and pushed the first man out of his way, "My turn," he said, grabbing her tender breasts. He squeezed her nipple and she cried out in pain again, her knees giving way. But Casper just pushed her arms to her sides and held her up. "You like that don't you baby?" the drunken man said as he continued to maul her. Then another man came up and started to feel her, too, then another and another, until everyman in the room was surrounding her, touching her breasts and pussy and ass. And Casper had stepped back let them have better access. Matilda cried and cried, she didn't know why Casper was doing this to her, she hadn't even thought that he would come after her. But there he had been, shaking her awake; she had been surprised but happy to see him. Maybe he did care, she thought, that is until he started being so cruel to her. Matilda felt trapped and vulnerable, naked and surrounded by all these strange men. They were touching her most intimate spots. She cried out as she felt a finger being pushed up her butt hole, then one being pushed into her vagina. "No, stop please, stop," she begged crying. She didn't like having these strange foreign fingers inside of her, helpless to do anything to stop it. She didn't like having all these men see her naked, she didn't like that Casper had put her here. She felt more fingers at the entrance to her pussy, like the man was going to attempt to stick his whole fist up into her. She cried out and tried to get away, even though she knew it was useless. Then she let out a scream as she felt one man lean his face in and bite her nipple. Please, God, please, she begged, get me out of here. More hands grabbing and mauling her tender flesh, and Matilda just sobbed, helpless. Casper watched what was going on with more anger and pain and jealousy every second. As much as he wanted to punish Matilda, he was punishing himself just as badly, he heard her cry out in pain, and reached out and started pulling men off of her. "Okay boys, that's enough," he said and he picked her up like a baby, and without so much as a glance back at the grumbling and swearing men, he left the Inn. In his carriage he sat down with her in his lap. Matilda was bawling her eyes out, and Casper hadn't the heart to push her away. Oh God, what have I done? he thought. His poor little Matilda, she just cried and he kept on holding her, stroking her back. "Shh," he said, trying to comfort her, but she kept bawling. She cried all the way home, and Casper was starting to get worried about her, she was going to make herself sick. "Come on, stop crying sweetheart. I'm so so sorry. Please stop crying baby," he said. She continued to bawl. He lifted her up and carried her, crying, upstairs to their room. He sat down on the bed, still holding her in his arms, and took her book out of his pocket and placed it on her lap, but she still continued to cry. "Please, Matilda, I love you. Come on baby, you're scaring me," he begged, never had he seen someone cry so much. But it finally seemed to do the trick, and she slowly quieted. "You love me?" she asked when her tears stopped. "Of course I love you. How can anyone not love you?" he asked her, holding her tight. "If you love me," she sniffled, "then why did you let all those men molest me?" tears started to flow again. "God, because I'm a first class idiot. It was hurting me just as much as it was hurting you, but I wanted to see you punished for leaving me," he said. "But I only left you before you had a chance to get tired of me." "Get tired of you? What are you talking about?" he asked. "I saw you with Abigail in your study. Then Susan told me how you did this with all the girls, and you would eventually grow tired of me and get someone new." "Those god damn maids, I should have gotten rid of them a long time ago," he said, "Abigail offered herself to me, but I didn't take her up on it, I could only find myself wanting a certain little red head I know," he said and ruffled her hair. "But what about what Susan said?" she asked. "It's true that I used to fuck the maids, but not since I met you. You're different than the rest of them. When I make love to you, it's something special, something deeper than just fucking. They meant nothing to me, but I love you." "Oh Casper, I love you too," she said and kissed him, "That's why I left, I loved you too much, and couldn't bear to see you with someone else." She wrapped her arms around him, just wanting to be held. And they hugged each other for a long while, basking in each other's love. Finally, Matilda pulled away slightly, but still sitting in his lap with her arms loosely draped around his neck. "What happened to the room?" she asked, noticing the mess for the first time. "I didn't find your absence exactly agreeable, you could say." Matilda smiled and hugged him again, "I love you," she said. "I love you, too," he said back.