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The castle was quiet during the day. Your timid footsteps echoed throughout the halls.
The serving tray in your hands was a freshly polish silver one filled with various things. Anything your Lady could possibly need. Small candies, snack foods, and a glass of wine. The food stayed untouched, discarded after as scraps. But at time you could get away with sneaking a few. It was risky. A lot of maids had been severely punished. You could sneak a couple pieces into your apron and hide in one of the less traveled passageways, just could savor the cured meats and cheese.
The girls and the Lady were either in bed or about to be. So the halls were filled with sudden gusts of cool air and creaking floorboards instead of mad cackling and heavy footfalls.
You'd never worked the night shift, and your body was starting to feel the effect of it. The hand under the serving tray was unsteady and you almost tripped over your own feet to go up the stairs to where you were called. The layout of the house was intuitive to you now. You passed through the 'secret' doors and passageways with the ease of a cat.
And you hadn't spilled a single drop of wine. An achievement you would celebrate later. If you were still alive by then. It was not wise, but you stuck apiece of cheese into your mouth as you walked. Almost moaning at the flavor.
If these few minutes were your last moments, you could at least have a "final meal". And if that was a singular cheese cube than so be it. It was better than the bland porridge and stale bread given to you. If you had the luck to have a guest in the castle, usually the Lady meeting another Lord, all of the maids could eat the untouched foods afterward without fear. But that day was not today.
A floorboard broke underneath your foot, trapping your ankle in the hole.
"Agh!" you yelped, almost dropping the tray of food.
This was not unusual in the castle. Just another inconvenience you had to report. Yet the shock still jump-started your heart and you could feel the beat of it in your ears. Your lady was expecting you, and you needed to move quickly.
You rushed, setting the tray down on a step. It was done without any spills, just a couple of pieces out of place. Your foot would not be as unscathed though. The skin around your angle stung as you dragged it out of the hole. A look down told you that the tights under your skirt had been ripped through. A small but painful scrape on your ankle dribbled blood.
Your lip trembled, trying not to show the effect on the rest of your body. The timid voice in your head told you to take the longer route but the pit in your stomach told you not to dawdle. Slow maids were dead ones.
You didn't know what they did with the bodies. You heard the screams. Of course you did. They lasted all night echoing the sobs of the maid in question begging for her life. Covering your ears at night did nothing to shut out the horrors. Nothing could protect you here. There was nowhere to go and it was hard enough to leave. Work here was your only option after your capture.
You were not from the village. An outsider. A hike through the remote places of Eastern Europe proved to be a struggle when the snow came in. The locals warned of a place so cursed that no man dare step inside, or they would never come out. But like every naive foreigner who doubted the encroaching winter, you went too far out and found yourself in the snow. Cold and alone. Seeking heat, and shelter.
It was not long after you found the village that you were snatched from where you stood and dragged towards the ritual grounds. You screamed for help till your voice gave out. Sobbed as they tied you up, hiccuping when you had no tears left. You were left confused when the villagers spoke in their native languages, ignoring your pleas.
It was pure luck that one of them had taken a good look at you. A really good look. And they'd left you at the castle, cowering on the ground before your Ladies feet. You feared the worst. Death was your initial expectation, left to watch as the lady hung a man from the ceiling and drunk the blood that dripped from his neck and into her golden wine glass.
She stood, towering over you. Tilted your face up with a hand bigger than your head. And gave you your first order. From then on, you were just another servant. Another maid that would eventually be sent to the dungeons and never seen again.
You were determined to not have this day be the one.
Wincing as you picked up your ankle from the hole, you steadied yourself on the balustrade. The silver tray was in your hands again. Plates and bowls were in the right places. Wine was not spilled.
The injured ankle stung with every step forward. The edges of your shoes dug into the gash and only exacerbated the pain. Your usual work boots were unusable, still being repaired. The only option were these flats. Obviously not the safest choice.
You pushed on.
A ornate doorway stood before you. One of the only doors in the house that could even begin to accommodate the height of your Lady.
You knocked three times, light taps against the door. Hoping it would not be obvious that your hands were shaking around the tray's handles.
"You may enter." A voice inside said, muffled through the door. It was made of thick, antique wood. The kind that could last for as long it was maintained. It was also one of the nicest doors in the house. Your Lady did not have a tolerance for dust. The door to her sleeping quarters stayed polished and shinier than any other door in the house.
Memories of time spent on your knees flashed through your mind. They were bruised for days. Aching for even longer.
You pushed open the door with a single hand, struggling because of the weight.
Silent and with a bowed head, you placed the tray in front of your Lady. Your gaze was pointed to the ground. You learned early on that it was rude to look your superiors in the eyes. Only after one of your Lady's daughters poked the eye out of one of the maids for daring to make eye contact.
You bowed before your Lady, hands clasped at you lap and moved to the side. Not leaving yet in case something was wrong or she needed something else.
From your peripheral you could see your Lady's hand immediately reach for the cup of wine. Hearing her take a sips and sigh soothed your anxieties. Any wine not up to standard would have been spat out immediately. With your head still bowed, you could not see your Lady's face, only her lap and everything lower.
Her lace-trimmed nightclothes draped smoothly across her body. The silk fabric curving around every point and bunching up around her thighs were they were thickest. Her robe, decorated in various loops and curls, draped across her lap and down to the floor. A floor length robe specifically made for her. Just like all the clothing she wore.
The scent of smoke was apparent since you entered, you could imagine her pipe at her blood red lips now. Taking a breath of it with pursed lips to blow it out with swirling tendrils that seemed to contort around her like a painting.
Satisfied with her silence, you took that as your cue to leave. With a final bow, you turned on your heels and made your way to the door. As you turned the handle you winced, feeling the pain from your gash start to register now that you were close to leaving.
"Stay." Your Lady said, blowing out a cloud of smoke from her pipe. You froze in your spot, hand still on the doorknob. Of course you got something wrong. You wondered how many things could go badly for you in a lifetime. If there was anyone counting, you supposed your count would be up high with the worst of them. Maybe an exaggeration, some your fellow maids were….gone now. But you guessed the sweet release of death was better than serving till you dropped.
"Come to me little thing. Stand here" She said, pointing to the spot in front of her. Her face was shrouded in shadow. The only light in the room being a small gas lamp atop the short legged table in front of her.
You closed your eyes and exhaled. This was it then.
Stiffly, you moved towards your Lady. Hyper-aware of your injury and forcing yourself not to limp despite the pain it gave you.
"I can get you more wine if you'd like. Blood even. Anything for you my Lady." You said, stuttering. It was a crime to be anything less than perfect. You were always being watched. Invisible eyes following you around the castle and ensuring your continued obedience.
You felt eyes through the wall paneling as you rubbed yourself under the sheets and covered your mouth to avoid making any noise. Reminded now of your little snack, you internally face palmed. How could you be so stupid? You thought of how your Lady could be able to tell. Smelling the tangy cheese on your breath. The scent of your arousal still lingering on your fingers from last night.
"Lift your skirt, just above your knees." She said. Neither a question nor a statement. A demand you could not refuse.
Trembling hands took ahold of your skirt and lifted it slowly. Still, you could not look your Lady in the eyes. A flush of embarrassment brought heat to the tips of your ears. Nothing was hidden from your Lady. A secret would be unraveled. A hidden door would be opened. Only a matter of time.
"Bleeding. Onto my floors?"
You scrambled for an answer, only just now noticing the droplets of blood that trailed from the door way to where you stood. Likely the same in the halls you passed through. "I am so sorry my Lady I did-"
"Look at me when you speak. Do not show me disrespect." She interrupted, taking a long drag from her pipe.
Your head rose to meet your Lady in eyes. You were surprised to see no hint of anger on her face. Even in the darkness.
Her expression was one of questioning, a cocked eyebrow and eyes that squinted at you. As always, she was beautiful. Her features suited her. High cheekbones and thinner brows that framed her face. the red lip you assumed to be there was gone. Replaced by slightly stained lips pursed around a pipe.
"A stair- it collapsed and my ankle- I'm sorry I did not have the time to wrap it in a bandage." You stuttered, the heat spreading to your cheeks the longer you held your Lady's attention.
Your Lady's gaze shifted to your injured ankle again. You watched as her tongue licked across her lips. It brought the heat from your face to your navel. A slow simmer pooling in your gut until the cause slipped behind moistened lips.
Your Lady's hungry eyes met your and you knew then that you were not coming out unscathed, "Sit down. On the table. Keep your skirt raised."
You followed her instruction, confused. Why would she want you to sit? You wondered if this was a kind of ploy. To get your guard down before her daughters come from the door and dragged you off to the basement with the rest of them.
With the tray moved out of the way, you could sit down with your skirt bunched up over your knees. It was easy to look at the injury this way. Even with the dim lamplight. The area around the injury had torn stockings all the way up. Probably going to the top where stocking met garter. That was another thing, no modern clothing. Your hiking boots and zippers were exchanged for buttons and laces. You'd even started wearing garters since all maids were expected to have stockings.
At least wearing a corset wasn't required of you. With all the walking you all had to do on the regular, it would have resulted in much more fainting.
Your Lady leaned forward, taking her pipe and snuffing out the flame with the ornate ashtray on the table. The holder placed right beside it. The sizzle of it made you shiver.
With your Lady so close to you, the light could help you see her. All of her. Her hat was gone and her hair was loosed, not as maintained as it'd usually be. It was not unusual for the time of day that it was. Still, you felt privileged to see her in a state of undress. Even fully clothed, her nightclothes softened her harder edges. Her height still led her to basically envelop you from where you sat but it became a comfort rather than intimidation.
Against your instincts, your shoulders relaxed.
She leaned back into her seat with the cup of wine in hand. Another sip and she spoke, "Raise your leg."
Your expression shifted, more confused, But you obeyed and raised your leg. ankle only a little higher than your knee. She took your shin in her palm and raised it up even higher. More to her level. You could feel your hips straining to accommodate the new stretch. Your breath hitched, taking in the new sensation. The skirt around your knees lifted up higher, almost exposing your crotch.
Her fingers moved down your ankle and you winced. She stopped for a moment, gaze shifting from the injury to your face. Without looking, she set the wine glass on the smaller table beside her chair.
First, it was your shoe. Your Lady carefully removed it and set it down with a thump. Her unoccupied hand made its way up your leg and to were your stocking ended. You watched with baited breath, clenching your hands in your bunched up skirt. And in a switch movement, she unbuckled your garter. The stocking, slowly, was peeled off. Your injury now bare and easier for you both to see.
You knew not to speak when not spoken to, but you couldn't resist asking, "Is it bad?"
Still locking eyes with you, she spoke, "You will be fine. Fragile for a day or two. But you will be fine."
You sighed out in relief. Nothing to worry about. Except sepsis maybe.
Even after closer inspection, Lady Dimitrescu did not let go. She stared at you, eyes half lidded with an unmistakably hungry glint.
Her tongue reached out of her mouth and her head dipped toward your injury. She lapped up the blood despite your wincing. A slow drag of saliva across your gash. Then a gentle suck that you felt sync with the throb in your core. A small moan bubbled out of your throat. Quiet, yet piercing the silence.
After getting her fill, her lips hovered over your injury, still pressing against the spot.
"I find myself thirsty tonight." she said, a smile creeping onto her lips.
You, flushed with arousal, tried to reply. Stuttering out sounds that were not words.
"Remove your outer clothes, little mouse." Her lips dragged down your leg and to your knee. "I will be drinking from you tonight."
Your Lady curled her fingers targeting the same spot with precision. One that made your toes curl and leg widen, aching to be touch while overwhelmed all the same.
You wanted it to stop, wanted it to never end. You wanted to cum. You wanted to never touch yourself again. Only cumming from your Lady's fingers for the rest of your life here. Her two fingers hit spots that your human-sized ones couldn't reach. Larger and dexterous, almost as if a cock had entered you instead of digits. Two fingers made you writhe and scream.
Your cunt was stretched wide, scissored open and bent to her will. Molded into the shape of her fingers. You knew nothing would compare to this. And if you did survive the relentless hitting of you g-spot, your own fingers would not be enough. It was not beneath you to beg. For more. For the pleasure to never end.
"My Lady! Oh please-"
She chuckled at your pleas. Only a couple months ago and you were begging for your life and now…now she had you wrapped around her fingers.
Your entire body buzzed with heat. The warmth was getting oppressive and clouding your already deteriorating mind. Your Lady's fingers felt like magic hitting your g-spot. Her rough rubs against your clit set you off into the deep end.
Another finger pushed inside you and you almost scream, trying to grip onto your Lady's arm like a lifeline. She simply slapped your hands away, continuing her ministrations.
The three fingers moving in and out of your cunt drive you insane. You think, and think is a strong word, that if anyone were to hear you right now they'd think you were dying. Like how a pig squeals before its slaughter. And they wouldn't be wrong. It did feel like dying. But also like rebirth. Being molded into a new version of yourself. one that couldn't breathe without your Lady's fingers inside you.
An unfamiliar feeling wells up within you, like a pipe ready to burst. Your eyes screw shut and your mouth hangs open in a broken moan, your cum spills out of you like a river. Spurting out in burst and splattering against the inside of your thighs.
Straight into Alcinas's cup of wine. Your Lady had positioned her cup below your trembling legs. A collection your arousal that dripped down the curse of your slick coated pussy. Just waiting for that gush to fill the cup with more of your spilling climax.
You fall slack against the table, taking heavy breaths while your mind calms. Caught up with your body. Your body which felt like it was burning. Cooking you alive. Your cunt spasmed, letting out its final spurts.
She chuckled, watching your trembling form. Swirling the liquid around in her cup, "If your blood is as sweet then…"
She interrupts herself with a sip of your essence. A droplet trickling from the corner of her mouth. She hummed, almost orgasmic. Her manicured finger took the stray droplet and brought it to her mouth. Not wasting a single drop.
"Delicious. I knew it." She said, turning to you.
"You wouldn't let me have just one cup would you?" She said, grinning like the devil. Her sharp canines on display and shining in the lamplight.
Another orgasm and you couldn't keep your legs closed. Your body went limp except for the twitches and jerks. The wetness between your legs spread to your face and you let out tears of pleasure. Of pain. That heat that had become an inferno with her hands fanning the flames. Her fingers in and outside your cunt made you sob.
By this time you had lost track of how many times you came. She was ruthless, the only time you got to recover being between gulps of your arousal. And then it was on to the next orgasm. And the next. And the next.
And the next.
With little strength, you tried to scoot away. Away from the onslaught of pleasure that eroded your senses. She only dragged you back with a larger hand and a grunt of annoyance. The hand not torturing your cunt spread your legs wider, her strength making it impossible to move away. Especially with how weak you felt from the touch of your Lady.
You whimpered, crying out babbles. Moaning out more pleas.
"I'm not done with you yet girl." Your Lady growled, fingers set at a punishing pace that had you dripped more int to cup beneath your hips.
"I cant- I cant-" You squealed. Another climax felt fatal. Like one more climax would send you over the edge of a cliff. Your stomach tensed painfully. Both sensations mixing together in a cruel harmony.
"You can do it little mouse. Take what I give you." She muttered, in a low voice that urged you on.
Your shallow breaths increased in regularity and you were squirming under her grip. Body desperately fighting back with your cunt clenched around her.
"Almost there. Just one more."
You let out a pathetic cry as a blinding orgasm overtook you. Eyes rolled back and your back arched into the stimulation. A gush of cum squirted from your cunt, the biggest one yet. And Your Lady had moved her cup to catch it. Just to savor what only you could make for her. A thirst only you could quench.
Alcina took the cup to her lips and made eye contact with you as she drank.
She hummed in delight, visibly satisfied, "Better than my vintages."
You did die on this day, only temporarily. And more than once.