by Powerone
""So lovely, Jessica. Turn to the side, toward the window and look straight ahead.""
She knew what he was doing. He was forcing her to show herself to the gardener. She hesitantly turned, her skirt pulled up high, her half naked legs clad in the garter belt, toward the gardener. She saw the surprise on his face as she looked into his eyes, ashamed at exposing herself so blatantly.
""Spread you legs a little, Jessica, and let me see your lovely inner thighs,"” he ordered her.
She shuffled her feet, nervous at his request, but she complied, her legs spreading over two feet wide. She saw the amazed look on the gardener''s face, as it appeared that she was posing just for him.
""Turn with your back to me. Let me see that lovely ass.""
She saw his hand reach down to his trousers, grabbing his cock, stroking it as her panty-covered ass was exposed to him.
""Legs apart again, Jessica.""
At least she did not have to see anyone''s face anymore, the humiliation almost too much for her, exposing her body to Michael and the old gardener.
""Bend over, let your panties tighten across your ass cheeks, Jessica. Keep your legs spread as you do."” He stroked his cock harder, feeling it jerk as she complied, her head moving toward the ground, her hair falling. Her panties pulled tightly over her cheeks, the crack showing, her pussy outlined by the silk material pulled between her lips.
The sound of screaming and the door opening scared Jessica, pulling her back up quickly, her skirt falling down, covering her nakedness.
""Jessica, let"s play outside,"” Jerome screamed, running up and grabbing her hand. “"Can I play with Jessica, Daddy? She plays soooo good,"” he hollered, his stomach full, the sugar increasing his energy.
""Of course you may, Jerome. Jessica is here to play with you. And yes, she does play good, doesn"t she?"” He smiled at Jessica as she was pulled from the room.
Jessica could feel how wet her panties were. The encounter with Michael and the gardener, while humiliating, was so exciting. She wasn"t sure why, but he was right. She did enjoy performing for him. Later, in bed, she masturbated again, imagining that Jerome had not come back so quickly. Michael would have come over to her, rubbing his hands all over her body, fondling her young flesh until he made her cum. Her body shuddered as a powerful orgasm overcame her.
Chapter Seven
Caught Peeking on a Job Interview
It had been a couple of days since her encounter with Michael. She was passing the main living room when she caught a glimpse of Michael and Henri. She backed up, peaking around the corner. They were sitting on the couch, a girl standing before them. She caught a little bit of the conversation. It seemed that she was applying for a position at the manor. She stood before them, their eyes looking up and down the young girl''s body as she spoke. She seemed to be a little uncomfortable, her feet shifting on the carpet.
Jessica had heard some of the stories about Michael and Henri, and in the case of Michael, she had also experienced some of it. They were both very powerful figures and in a poor nation like Haiti, their ability to give jobs, often at very lucrative salaries, afforded them opportunities to take advantage of those who were less unfortunate. The employees of the manor included many females, most young and attractive, like her. She had lifted up her dress and showed herself to Michael and the gardener simply from a desire to please Michael. She wondered if they took advantage of others. She had heard voices in the next room the other day; the female voice seemed to be pleading more than being a willing participant. Could it have been Michael or Henri that had been the male voice she heard? She later masturbated imagining that it had been Michael taking her.
She watched the girl turn, her back to them, standing nervously as they stared at her. She had long black hair that hung half way down her back. Her skin was dark black, not a mulatto like Henri. She had large sad eyes. Even though she was trying to smile, you could tell that she was uncomfortable being examined like a piece of meat. Her breasts were about average, but you could tell that she had large nipples. Even though it was not cold, they were already poking out of the white blouse she was wearing, her bra unable to cover them. She was slim, with flaring hips and a voluptuous ass, her skirt clinging to her butt like a second skin. Her legs were athletic, her thighs tight, highlighted by her short skirt, the white material contrasting with her dark skin. She turned back to them, listening as Henri spoke to her. Her head hung down at his words, but she nodded her consent as if forced to by circumstances.
Jessica moved back behind the corner when Michael and Henri rose from the couch. She moved back around the corner when she heard footsteps coming her way.
""This way, Renee.""
We can finish the interview in a more private location. You''d like that, wouldn''t you?"” Henri had his hand around her slim waist as they walked by.
""Yes, Master,"” she replied nervously, trapped between these two important men as they ushered her down the hall, walking toward Jessica''s bedroom.
Jessica watched as the young girl''s hips gently swayed down the hall, Henri''s hand still gripping her tightly. They passed her room and opened the door to the next, the same room where she heard the sexual encounter the other day. Could it have been both of them with one of the female staff? She followed them, slipping quietly into her room, silently closing her door. She went over to the connecting door, turning the door handle quietly, finding the door not locked. She slipped it open about two inches, standing back from view, holding her breath as she waited to see if she would be discovered. She peeked through the gap in the door. Looking in the gap, she saw them sitting on a couch near the bed, the girl standing in front of them again, nervously fidgeting, her hands beside her tightly clenched. Michael and Henri did not seem to notice the door ajar, so she moved closer to the opening, feeling safer. She could hear their voices now.
""You realize that when you accept a position here, you are subject to our rules and if you break them, we will punish you. We do not bother with the police, finding them ineffective in preventing further problems."” Henri looked at her, seeing the puzzled look on her face.
""Punish? What do you mean, Master?""
""The severity of the crime will determine the punishment. It can be as simple as a spanking, done in private by the Master or myself,"” he said, pointing toward Michael, “"or a public flogging or whipping on your naked flesh for more serious offenses. We try to persuade others not to follow in the footsteps of the punished and it is only effective if all see firsthand the punishment. If you do not agree, you are welcome to leave now.""
She had heard of this before she applied for the job, but the others also told her of the benefits. The great pay, fine clothes—though she was told that they were provocative—good food and great working conditions. She had been warned that the Master did rule over the staff and that he was not to be denied anything by the female staff. Her mother was sick, her father died the previous year, and she needed the money. While not a virgin, at eighteen she''d had only a handful of lovers, but they had respected her and were gentle. She knew that this would not be the case here. But she resigned herself to the fact, the alternative to let her mother suffer.
""I will do whatever is required to serve you, Master.""
Michael looked up at her, a very beautiful girl. “"Go to the closet and get the uniform in there and bring it back. Before you are hired, we must see how you look in it.""
They watched as she walked over to the closet, her full ass swinging. She pulled out a simple button down dress cut short to highlight the legs, the bosom pulled tight to mold over the breasts. It was meant to accent a lovely body, something that Michael and Henri both appreciated. They loved to see the young, nubile bodies of the staff. She brought it back in front of them, holding it up in front of her.
""It looks like it fits perfectly, Master. If it would please you, Master, I can go into the bathroom and change into it."” She waited for their response.
Henri r
eached over and took the dress from her hands, laying it on the table in front of her. “"Yes, we would like to see it on you. Please remove your clothes.""
Jessica was not surprised at the command. She moved her own hand to the front of her dress, rubbing softly between her legs. Would they take her sexually like the girl the other night? She saw the frightened look on the girl''s face as the request sunk in.
Renee looked at the smiles on their faces. She had reconciled herself to the fact that something like this might happen; it just never dawned on her that it would be so soon. She hesitated, staring at Henri. “"Please, Master, can''t I change in the bathroom?"” She looked, hoping for some sympathy.
""You say you will serve us, but already you are defying us. Is that what we can expect if we hire you? You may leave now."” She watched him get up, not even giving her a chance to respond.
She panicked. She needed the job. There weren''t any others on the small island. “"Sorry, Master, I didn''t mean it. I''ll do whatever you wish, Master."” Her eyes were pleading. There was no turning back now; she was theirs.
Jessica let her fingers slip beneath her dress, her finger pushing her panties between her pussy lips, feeling the moisture seeping into the material. She was already wet, wishing it were she, not Renee. She couldn''t wait to see what they would do to her, hoping to catch a glimpse of Michael''s cock.
""Shall we give her another chance, Master?"” Henri asked Michael.
""I don''t know, Henri. There are many other very beautiful girls who would not have a problem showing their bodies to us. Many would let us fuck them! Why should we bother with Renee?""
Michael sounded so cold-hearted, Renee nothing but a piece of meat to fuck. Would he be the same way with her, Jessica thought? But the idea of being taken forcefully with no other regard than to obtain sexual satisfaction from her body still excited her. She had often thought of being bound, taken against her will and forced to cum from it.
""Please,"” Renee begged, almost getting down on her knees, desperate now. It was now or never, she would have to decide. “"I will do whatever you want, Master. If you want to fuck me, I will obey."” It was a last minute desperation move.
""Are you a virgin, Renee?""
""No, Master, but my boyfriends tell me I am tight,"” she offered, hoping to entice them.
Henri enjoyed the position they had her in, willing to do anything for the job. So many before her had done the same thing, and with each new hire they became a little more perverted to satisfy their lust. “"Have you ever sucked a cock?""
""Once, Master. My last boyfriend forced me to. I didn''t like it, but I swallowed when he was finished to please him. I could do the same for you, Master.""
""Both of us Renee?"” Henri inquired, seeing the look on her face at the thought of such a distasteful job.
""Yes, Master, anything to please my Masters."” Her eyes pleaded with them for another chance, knowing that they were going to sexually take advantage of her, but unable to stop it.
""Have you ever had two men before, Renee?"” Michael smiled, his cock jerking in his pants when he asked the question, imagining how she would look, riding Henri''s cock as he slipped his large cock up her ass at the same time.
""I''ve had three boyfriends, Master,"” she responded.
Henri laughed,"” Silly girl, you don"t understand. Did you ever have two men fuck you at the same time?""
She blushed. “"No, Master, I don''t know what you mean.""
Michael smiled, an ass virgin he was sure. “"One would be in that tight pussy of yours and the other would have his cock up your virgin asshole.""
Jessica had to stop rubbing her pussy; she was ready to cum. His cock up her asshole at the same time as another cock up her pussy. She could imagine how full she would feel, so much male flesh filling her to overflowing, plunging in and out of her tight body.
Renee had no idea anyone would want to do such a dirty thing. She had never even heard of it except for gay men and that disgusted her. It was bad enough that they wanted to fuck her, now they were going to do it together. “"Please, Master, fuck my pussy, both of you. I will fuck you real good,"” she begged.
""That''s OK, Renee. We don''t want you to do anything you dislike,"” Michael said to her.
""Thank you, Master, thank you.""
""You may go now, Renee.""
""I have the job, Master?"” Her eyes searched his for a yes, hoping.
Jessica knew the answer. Her fingers moved back under her skirt, knowing that Renee would submit to their demand and she would get to watch them. This excited her, the chance to see Michael''s cock. To see him fuck. She hoped it would be him in her ass.
""I''m sorry Renee, we are looking for someone who will obey. I don''t think you would fit in here. Thank you for coming in."” Henri waited, watching her searching eyes.
They had her and Renee knew it. They were going to test her and in doing so they would push her past her limits. She did not have to think long, the thought of her sick mother in her head. “"I will do whatever you want, Master. Anything."” Her eyes lowered to the floor, not wanting to see the victory in theirs.
""Are you sure, Renee? If you are, tell us what you want us to do to your lovely body."” Henri waited for the response he knew was coming.
Renee sucked in air for courage. “"Please, Master, fuck my ass while Master fucks my pussy.""
""Very good, Renee. That''s a lovely dress you are wearing, but why don''t you slip out of it."” Henri watched as she slowly unbuttoned the dress, her eyes glued to the floor.
She felt so uncomfortable, both of them staring at her as her bra was first exposed and then her panties, the dress falling to the side. She hesitated, then let the dress slip from her shoulders, and placed it on the table next to the other dress. Her hands were in front of herself, hiding her sex.
""Yes, she is a very beautiful girl, Henri,"” Michael commented.
The white bra and panties accented her black skin. The garments were very thin. She had not expected to strip naked for the interview.
""Try on the dress, Renee.""
She felt a sense of relief. Maybe they were just testing her. She grabbed the new dress and slipped it on. She struggled with the buttons, trying to close them hastily, but the tightness of the dress, especially in the bosom, made it difficult. She finally finished, standing up, looking at them again, a slight smile on her face. That wasn''t so bad. She felt a sense of relief.
""Turn around, Renee, and let''s see what the back looks like."” Michael watched as she spun around, stopping with her back to them. They admired her rounded ass pushing out the back of the dress, her long legs perched atop the high heels she wore.
""Very lovely, Renee, you may take off the dress now. It fits you well."” Michael was pleased with the way the dress accented her body.
Renee took off the dress, neatly hanging it back onto the hanger. She bent down to pick up her dress.
""You won''t need your dress, Renee. We''re not finished with you yet. Hang the other dress up."” Henri watched as she walked over to the closet, her ass swaying in her brief panties. She had a great ass, an attribute he always loved. And she was going to have to share it with him before she left.
Their eyes burned a hole through her as they watched her hang up the dress. They were both staring at her as she turned to toward them, their eyes moving down from her breasts to between her legs.
""Come over here, closer, Renee, so we can see you better. And remove your bra. I''m sure you have very luscious tits and we can''t wait to see them."” Michael loved chocolate-colored breasts, having learned to appreciate dark skinned women since living in Haiti. It looked so sensual when his white hands were encircling their black flesh.
She reached behind her back, unsnapping her bra, but not before she let one hand grab the front, holding it against her breasts, not letting it slip. She knew she would have to bare her breasts for them and probably more, but anything to delay the humiliati
on. She let the straps slip down her shoulders, both palms now encircling her breasts. She stood there hugging her bosom.
""Don''t be shy, Renee. I''m sure you have a very beautiful pair. Put your arms down and let us see them,"” Henri liking the reluctance on her part. He loved to force women to bend to his will. He didn''t like the ones who gave in so easily.
Renee hung her head, her arms falling helplessly to her side, letting her bra fall to the floor, not even making any attempt to catch it. She refused to look at them, as she stood there half-naked, her breasts rising and falling.
""Look up, no need to be ashamed, you have a lovely pair of tits. Don''t you think so, Master? Look how big her areolas are, like silver dollars. And her nipples. I bet you could suck them and they would grow over an inch long. Is that right, Renee? Do your nipples get real long when they are sucked on?"” Henri wanted to humiliate her further and it was working.
Renee looked at Henri, his eyes still gazing at her breasts. She could see his hard cock bulging out his trousers, and her eyes moved back to his face, ashamed of herself. “"Yes, Master, they get big, especially when played with.""
""Well show us, Renee, wet your fingertips and rub your nipples and get them hard for us,"” Michael ordered her.
She had no other option but to comply, her fingers slowly pushing into her mouth, her tongue wetting them. Her nipples were very sensitive and would harden like rocks when touched, especially when touched with wet fingers. She closed her eyes as her fingers slowly ran around her areolas, tiny goose bumps appearing on them. Even though she knew they were watching her, she felt her wetness between her legs that she got when she played with them while masturbating. She used two fingers on each nipple and pinched the tips lightly, feeling them already begin to grow. She pinched harder, the tips now over an inch long. She manipulated them, pulling and twisting on them, now oblivious to the two men in the room who were so intently watching her. The only other thing she felt was the dampness between her legs.
