It took a moment for Keira to realize where she was as she woke up. The linens were soft and there was a breeze from a window that had been opened slightly. The chains were what reminded her. One was laying over her and both were attached to her wrists. She sat up suddenly and realized that someone was in her room, looking out through the opened window.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, Sir.” She wondered how long he had been standing there.
“Most days I will wake you up earlier than this, but I thought you might sleep in on your first full day.” He turned around and smiled at her. “I take it yesterday was rather eventful from your point of view.”
“It was, yeah...” So apparently the evening had not been for him. Great. It had just been the weirdest night of her life and he wasn’t the least bit concerned. “Uhm... Sir.” Damn, she continued to forget that part, but he simply continued to smile as he walked over and produced a small brass key from a pocket to unlock her.
He walked out of the room and just gave a quick glance her way. “Breakfast will be on the north balcony on the first floor.” And with that she was left alone in the room to once again get dressed in her minimal uniform. At least today she could choose a black pair of knickers that didn’t show as much...
It was a lovely spring day and as she walked out on the balcony the job she had apparently signed up for didn’t seem so bad. Sure, the day before had been... weird, she settled for the word ‘weird’ because ‘humiliating’ felt uncomfortable and she didn’t want to call it ‘exciting’. In any case here she was at the beautiful mansion walking out into the sunlight and over to a fully prepared breakfast table where her handsome employer had already sat down. There were eggs and bacon served for the both of them as well as some juice that definitely looked freshly squeezed and there was a teapot under a hood to keep it warm. Harker himself was reading a newspaper.
“A newspaper... I almost expected you to have an iPad or something... Sir” she said as she sat down.
“I do have one.” He didn’t lift his eyes from the paper. “But the screen does a poor job in the sun and I enjoy doing some things the old fashioned way.”
“I have noticed...” She said with a smile as she started on her breakfast, hungrier than she expected.
Harker had gotten to the next page as he glanced over at her. “I have a new duty for you. At any point I have tea it is your job to make sure that my cup is never empty until I say that I am done. Understood?”
Finally she thought, some duties she could understand. “Yes, Sir.” She got the pot out and filled his cup almost all the way and then put a little cream in. “Is that good, Sir?”
He took a sip. “Half a spoon of cream more for this amount of tea.”
“If you say so, Sir.”
It proved more work than she had anticipated to keep track of Harker’s tea. It meant that while she would prefer to sit back, enjoy the morning and let her thoughts drift she had to pay constant attention to him and what he did and how much was left in the cup. And it seemed to her that any time she actually did focus on something else he made a point out of having several mouthfuls so that she almost had failed when her attention returned.
“Uhm, Sir?” She asked when they were nearing the end of the meal.
“Yes?” He had finished his paper and folded it.
“The thing you had me do yesterday...” she licked her lips, not really wanting to talk about it.
“You mean your first lesson?” His intense eyes fixed on her.
“Yes, Sir.” She cursed herself first for at all bringing this up and secondly for feeling so ashamed of it that she was blushing and looking down at her plate. “...Will that happen a lot in the future, Sir?”
He studied her. “That, exactly? No, even such an interesting experience would surely be dull if repeated often enough. But the principle of it – yes, that will happen every now and then.” He paused as he tried to understand her expression. “Does this bother you?”
She wanted to scream at at him that of course it bloody well bothered her! He had taken away her dignity and made her expose herself and something very intimate! You just didn’t do that to someone! Especially not someone who is only fourteen and supposed to be in your care as your employee! But as she lifted her head his eyes locked with hers for a moment and all her anger was blown away. All she could do was clench her teeth and lower her gaze again. “Yes... It does, Sir.” she admitted.
“And why is that?”
“Because...” She wanted to explain and tried to find words that he would understand. “...because I haven’t learned to play the game for the right thing, Sir.” Damn! That didn’t sound like she tried to convince him at all – it was more like she was trying to convince herself.
“I know.” She felt his hand under her chin, raising her head so that she had to look into his eyes. They were even more intense than usual, but seemed friendlier. “That is why I will teach you.”
“I...” She swallowed and tried to look away but he stopped her. “...What would be my second lesson?” She had dreaded the question. She wished it would be a repetition of the night before, but the more she thought about it the more she felt certain that there might be worse things in store for her.
“You will find out when you are ready for it.”
She nodded and leaned back. Did that mean she’d get away without anything more happening to her if she just stayed quiet? Somehow she doubted it. But at least he let her finish her tea in silence and indicated that he himself did not want anymore. Instead she was tasked with clearing the table and go about cleaning the areas she had been assigned.
At least the physical labour took her mind off of things for a while and it was warm enough that her lack of clothing didn’t bother her as long as she didn’t think anyone was watching. She did try to keep away from large windows however since someone might see her from outside. Sure, her brother might not care if he was working, but she didn’t even know who she groundskeeper or the cook were. And what else bothered her was all the doors she passed by that she knew she wasn't allowed to go through. She had always been a very curious girl. It is what had made her come inspect the so called haunted house seven years ago, it was why she had gotten into trouble for opening christmas presents early when she was six and it was why she just had to find out why these doors were locked to her.
And so, as they sat down to have the lunch that had been prepared as mysteriously as every other meal she had eaten at Harker Manor so far she spoke up. “Sir?” She hoped that he could hear her despite not daring to speak loudly and that they were - as they had been for every meal - placed on opposite sides of the rather big table.
“Yes?” His voice was as calm as ever as he focused on his food.
“If... If I agree to a second lesson, would I get to go through the doors to the locked parts of Harker Hall?” The sentence was quick as she had tried to get it all out before she changed her mind.
He paused and looked at the young one with his wry smile. “You would be guaranteed at least one room. The rest will open up to you as you progress.”
Just one? Oh well, at least that might give her a clue. And considering that he had already seen her naked and masturbating, how much worse could it get? She looked at her food and almost whispered to him. “Then... I think I would be okay with... another... lesson... sir...” Her voice was hardly audible at the end of the sentence.
She could hear him pause his eating for a few seconds before resuming. She was afraid he wouldn’t have heard her across the table. “Good. Finish your lunch. I have some things to finish after that and you may spend one and a half hour doing what you want except leaving the house, starting your phone or entering any of the areas designated as off limits.”
He clearly considered the matter closed for now and they finished the rest of the meal in relative silence.
The next hour and a half Keira was all over emotionally. She had agreed to another lesson! What might that mean? Why had she agreed to it and not tried to escape this place? Surely something about this was illegal and she should call the cops on this lord Vincent Harker. Would they help her? She had signed a contract to not disclose anything that went on here after all and maybe even if they did believe her and arrested Harker, they’d arrest her too? In any case she didn’t really want to lose her weird employer. Sure, he was scary and made her feel exposed... But he also made her feel special in some way...
She was waiting outside Harker’s smoke-room-made-office for fifteen minutes before the indicated time when he stepped out of the door and studied the nervous girl. “Good to see that you are ready.”
She nodded and attempted a smile but it partially failed because of her trembling. “Yes, Sir.”
He started to walk through the mansion and she followed. “What was lesson one?” he asked as they walked.
“...The thing you had me do yesterday, Sir?” she tried but he only shook his head.
“You masturbated. Use the words. You stroked your pussy for me, fingered yourself, wanked... Call it whatever you want.” She was completely red in the face from embarrassment as he spoke. “That is what you did to learn, but what was the lesson?”
She tried to figure out what he was after. “...That the game should be played for pleasure, Sir?”
“Exactly. And what do you do if you have the chance for pleasure?”
“Take it, Sir.”
“Regardless of any silly ideas yes. And if you are in a situation where you are the victim of someone else’s pleasure?”
She licked her lips nervously. “Try to find pleasure in that?” She got a flashback first to the painting of the man being raped and his facial expression and then to her own experience as she had tried to just think of how good she had felt when he had watched her touch herself.
“Good. I see that you have learned.”
They had arrived at one of the locked doors and Harker pulled out a big key to open it. Keira’s heart skipped a beat with anticipation as she peered inside the room. It was still dark but she could see a big metal contraption in the middle – almost like a weirdly shaped cage. The floor was marble and together with the brass pipes by the walls gave the impression that this had been a bathroom at one point. There were apparently no electrical light in the room – instead there were candelabras in all four corners and Harker had already gone inside and started to light the candles. This made her able to see that the contraption in the middle was indeed a sort of cage – but it was shaped roughly in the shape of a person laying on their back with their legs pulled up and out. It seemed almost like a hybrid between a the chairs she knew gynecologists had and some medieval torture instrument. Neither of which made her relax.
Harker found her still staring around the room as he finished lighting the candles and putting the matches back on their place on top of a low table with a drawer that stood in the room. “Come inside the room” he commanded her.
She didn’t even think before she obeyed but standing fully inside she felt afraid and wanted to run and hide. She looked beggingly at him as he was the most familiar thing in this situation and he walked over to her. But as soon as he got there he made sure their eyes locked and while his intense gaze held her in place he started to undress her, at first taking off her shirt and bra and then her skirt. It wasn’t until then that enough sense had returned to her to realize what he was doing.
She tried to turn away her face from him but as soon as he had taken off her garters he grabbed her chin and forced her to look into his eyes again. “You will need to face me.” he stated. “Face what you fear, embrace it and play the game with it as your pawn.”
She nodded. “Y-, yes, Sir.” It felt like he wasn’t just undressing her body, he was undressing her soul and soon she stood there naked and exposed in more than one way.
She was led over to the cage and he opened up the top part. The lower half had a leather cushion for the back, and for that she was very grateful. There really was no backing down now and what was worse, she thought as he helped her climb into the cage, was that she had even chosen this. If she had felt exposed before that was nothing compared to what she felt as the top of the cage was lowered and locked. Separate straps soon locked her arms in place and tied town her legs securely to the rests made for them. Even her head was fairly locked in place as the cage went that far up.
Her pussy was very much on display as the cage both held her legs up enough for her knees to be almost at her breasts and lifted her bum up. It even held her head in a position where she couldn’t really see what went on in any direction but straight up.
She whimpered slightly as she tried to move about. She heard him walk around in the room, but all she could tell was that the lights flickered. Then she felt a rough hand on her sensitive, still developing breasts – massaging them and pulling on her nipple. She gasped at the sensation and instinctively raised her hand to cover herself but it just banged into the top of the cage where it was by her side. “Face what you fear.” His voice was calm but demanding and she nodded slowly and closed her eyes, attempting to find pleasure in her fear of what he might do to her.
Then she felt a short burning sensation on her breast that yanked her out of her attempt to relax and she banged her head into the cage. “Ow! What was that?!”
“What was that, what?” he answered harshly.
She really wanted to yell at him that this wasn’t something he could play around with, it was serious and she was entitled to an explanation. But his tone made her even more frightened and so she just whispered “What was that, Sir?”
“Candle wax.” he said with a calm that sounded as if he had never been upset with her. “Does it frighten you?”
The short burst of burning returned as she could feel the wax dripping down on her and then and then quickly harden. “Ow! Yes!” She tried and failed to stop herself from sobbing. “It hurts!”
“Yes, but mostly it frightens you. And what do you do with fear?” he demanded.
She closed her eyes and tried to think of something nice. But what could she possibly think of that wasn’t just sullied by what she was experiencing. She could try to think of her friends in school... But that just made her imagine them seeing her here, placed in a cage of her own choosing, as exposed as she could be for a strange man and imaginary friends and sobbing uncontrollably as he was dripping hot candle wax on her young body. She could picture the whole thing quite clearly and that made her cry even more as she tried to find something pleasurable in the experience. In being forced to display herself. In being his enjoyment. In having him play with her.
No! She opened her eyes again in shock as she felt his hands on her again - this time between her legs. And in shock she realized that she was soaking wet. She tried to turn away as much as she could in her metal prison, ashamed how how he had tricked her into being turned on by the whole thing. Then she became aware that the dripping wax was no longer over her breasts, it was travelling down her belly towards a seemingly unavoidable destination. “No! Please, don’t! Sir, please!”
“What. Do. You. Do. With. Fear?” he demanded.
“M- make it my pawn in the game?” Her mind was racing. “But, but- I can’t!”
“Do it.”
She closed her eyes and focused on the small burns. They didn’t hurt much she realized. They just shocked the skin and then let her move on. She tried to imagine that on her pussy and the thought scared her. She imagined how she would scream in pain and whimper... And be even more turned on, she sobbingly admitted. And as the dripping approached the sensitive areas she started a sort of countdown. And she were beginning to long for it to strike her so that she could get the sensation. And when a single drop of hot, burning sensation hit her just next to her clit she screamed out in pain as she felt her pussy quiver as if she had just had an orgasm.
She was panting and crying but at least there was no more wax for now. Instead his hands were back on her pussy. Or one was anyway. Wouldn’t he stop? Surely she had learned her lesson and would be let go now?
Her thoughts were interrupted once again by a new shock as she felt one of his fingers on her other opening. She tried to pull back from his hand or at least move so that he’d go back to just fingering her pussy. “Please, Sir...” she attempted. “I’ve never... please, not there...” But by now she was learning that her protests would have little effect and if any, likely in the opposite direction of what she wanted.
“What are you afraid of?” he demanded as the wet finger circled the tight opening. She was about to answer but gasped as the tip of the finger pushed its way in.
“I’m... I’m afraid it will hurt...” she sobbed. “...I’m afraid you’ll... you’ll rape me...” It felt absurd to be afraid of that when she was already locked in, fingered and in pain, and it felt even more absurd that she felt slightly ashamed of having accused him of something like that. But she did and to try to appease him she added “Sir.”
The finger was stretching her further and working its way inside and there was nothing she could do to stop it. And it hurt as she clenched tightly around it. “I will not fuck your pussy today. That is another thing entirely.” his voice was calm, but she could tell that his breathing was heavier, the way it had been when he had watched her masturbate what felt like ages ago. “As for your fears... What do you do with them?” he asked rhetorically.
She swallowed and nodded slightly in her cage. Maybe this could feel good too? It felt dirty and shameful... and with Harker near she was starting to find ways to almost think of those as good emotions. And being stretched felt sort of good even if it hurt... She wondered if that part of her could be stretched as much as her pussy. It did feel good to have something in there, after all... She had a dildo at home that her friends had gotten her as a joke when she turned 14... She tried to imagine letting something like that in... filling her up... And she let out an involuntary moan as she suddenly realized that not only was a second finger stretching her, there had likely been some lube involved.
She found herself pushing against the fingers, and in her attempts to make it hurt just a bit by being stretched she actually relaxed. She felt her tiny opening being pulled open by the two fingers and she whimpered as she felt a third one. It hurt and still she couldn’t help but liking it. And as much as that felt like losing something of herself, she could almost hear Harker’s voice telling her it meant she was winning the game.
She gasped at the sudden feeling of emptiness as all fingers were pulled out of her. But then she felt something else pressing against her tight little arse. “No! Please!” was all she could say as she realized what it was before the thick cock pushed into her, making her anal muscles quiver and clench around the hardness. He held still for a moment to let her adjust before pushing all the way inside her, grunting with pleasure. She once again tried to focus on the pleasure and the fact that he was feeling pleasure. It helped.
He moved in and out of her and with every stroke she felt as she was being torn apart and at the same time she felt privileged in a way. She was moaning and crying at the same time, locked in her steel cage. She barely registered that something was placed on her pussy at first. It was only when the vibrator was turned on that she reacted. She couldn’t make heads or tails of her own thoughts anyway and now she completely lost herself to the feeling of being used. Of being locked in, having suffered pain and pleasure and not even knowing which was what.
As the orgasm rolled over her she might have been screaming or just moaning, she wasn’t sure. She just knew that every part of her body - including the muscles around the cock taking her anal virginity - tensed and relaxed with every wave. And she could feel Harker squirming inside her as he came from the sensation.
For a few moments, both of them were just still, attempting to catch their breaths, then Harker pulled out leaving her with a feeling of being curiously empty. She could hear water being poured and then what was likely the sound of Harker getting dressed. When he opened up her cage he was wearing trousers and his coat, but no shirt. She studied him through the haze that clouded her brain, noting that he had quite the upper body, only disrupted by a long scar across his chest.
She hardly remembered being helped up and wrapped in a blanket as she was taken down to a small room next to a dinner hall where she slowly returned to her senses and for one thing realized that she was naked save for her choker and her wristbands, that her crotch area was a mess of dried up fluids and her breasts still had chunks of wax stuck to them . Carefully she started to pull the wax off as she looked at Harker who sat next to her.
She opened her mouth to say something but couldn’t really think of anything. He nodded. “That was lesson number two. Tomorrow you will get lesson number three.”
She nodded in acceptance of her fate. It wasn’t as if she really thought there was a future as far away as tomorrow anyway. “Yes, Sir. How many lessons are there, if I may ask, Sir?”
He got up and offered her his hand. “As many as you can learn.”
She took his hand and together they entered the dining hall with the prepared dinner.
This time she didn’t get to sit opposite him on the table however. Instead he took her plate and put it on the floor next to him. She looked at him somewhat skeptically but then dropped to the floor. For some reason, eating on the floor next to Vincent Harker’s feet felt like a better thing than at the table, far from him.