My Chief

As she washed the dishes, she could feel the cuticles around her nails cracking and the burn on the sensitive skin on the backs of her hands. She went back and forth about whether it felt less bad in the water or out. The others didnt have these cares anymore. Their hands were cracked and blistered, and felt like they were made of wood for how long they'd worked in this kitchen. Daphne's were still soft, still new to this manual labor, and it wasnt a mystery to anyone. All of the seasoned women corrected her, laughed at her, and rolled their eyes when she asked them a question of process or procedure. Dues, she thought, 'I'll just have to prove myself a worker, then they'll accept me as one of their own.' She knew they never would though. These women didnt respect how she'd made her living before this hot, steaming, stinky dish basin became her livelihood.

A raucus beat of footsteps and booming voices emanated from the hallway just outside the dining room, as the head cook and all around boss of the kitchen servants burst through the door.

"Attention! The hunting party has returned and they're expecting a feast... at this hour," he said, lowering his voice at the end in disapproval, although not quiet enough for his feelings of underappreciation to be missed. "Kitchen maids! Stop what youre doing, we've enough for the first and main courses clean, I need your help with service, as I've already relieved the majority of staff. Now, lets get started on an-"

She didn't hear what he said afterwards. All she could think was 'He's back.' and 'I'm going to serve him...' There were so many mixed feelings, she couldnt tell whether she was embarrassed, excited, or dreading it. Other servant girls were just thankful to be in the same room as the prince in hopes he'd throw a modicum of attention their way, but he rarely did. Daphne didnt think much about the prince, except how hard it must be to be a prince.

Before she knew it, she had a tray in her hand and was walking it into the dining room with the other servers. The men grunted in acknowledgement, and banged their fists on the table in celebration of the food.

She did her job and kept her eyes trained where they should be, until her face and thighs felt like they were on fire. She couldnt resist any longer. She stole a glance at his usual chair, to find him in it, reclining slightly with his arm on the rest, fist clenched, staring at her. She was undeniably captivated by him, almost to the point of neglecting her duties.

It had started a few weeks before, a late night return just like this one, only it wasn't from a hunt, and the voices were not so raucus. It had been some sort of dark errand for the king, or that was the word around the kitchen - "Sent his boy and the war chief out to do his dirty work.. Lazy coward." They'd served a much smaller, more somber group that evening. She thought everyone had left when she returned to the dining room at the end of the night to clear up. She was almost on top of him before she realized he was slumped in the big oversized chair.

"My apologies, sir!"

"Wait." he said with such confidence and authority. "Stay" he uttered, barely moving except to gesture to the chair next to him. She couldnt fathom sitting in a chair, at the big table, next to the war chief, but at the same time, she couldn't fathom disobeying him.

She sat uncomfortably at the edge of the seat with her hands folded politely in her lap and her head lowered, trying to be as small as possible. He took a drink from the cup on the table and sat back in his seat. Neither looked at or said a word to the other, they just sat in silence for minutes. To Daphne it felt like hours, completely unsure of what he could possibly want with the company of a dish girl.

Suddenly he let out the longest sigh and dropped his head as though his previously held breath was the only thing holding him upright. Everything seemed difficult for him, breathing, sitting, being.

Daphne stood quietly and turned to leave, there was no way any man would want to be seen like this, especially by an inferior. Her retreat was stopped by a huge hand on her forearm.

"They say you used to be a whore." he managed. She turned to see him in the exact same position, head down, slumped, the only difference was his arm outstretched to hers. The statement feared her and emboldened her to tear her arm out of his grasp. When some men found out she was once a whore, they felt it justified them in forcing themselves on her. She never took the chief for that type of man, but still, he was huge and had a reputation for being brutal, she would be stupid not to fear him.

His head shot up to see the cheek of a servant who would dare to flee from his hold like that, only for him to see her face and understanding to come to him.

"I'm not planning to force myself on you" he said as he poured more wine into his cup, took a swig and set the cup in the table next to where she stood. "Have some." She didn't reach for the cup and he didnt seem to care. "I'm not looking for.. those services. If I were, I would have called for a whore. Tonight has been.. difficult. I want company.. comfort. I assume you know better than most single women how to comfort a man. Am I correct?"

He was correct. She had found women divided into camps: girls who thought men were always gentlemen, women who were jaded and thought they only wanted sex, and the experienced, who saw many facets of men and understood that they require feminine affection independent of sex on occasion. Many times in her previous employ, men would pay to lay in bed with her and stroke her hair, or watch her apply her skin balms while they talked of nothing in particular.

She stepped toward him slowly and retrieved the cup from the table. As she got as close to him as she'd been to a man since she left the profession, she took a swig and offered the cup to him. He took it and a small swig while he watched her intently. Few people surprised him and even fewer took the lead with him, especially the likes of a kitchen servant. It was already the tonic he needed after the night he'd had.

She lifted the front of her skirts until her knees and the tops of her stockings were visible to him. Slowly lifting one knee, she settled it on the outside of his thigh and repeated with the other, finally settling on his lap, near his knees. He took the wine cup from his mouth but never took his eyes from her. As she reached for his face he flinched, like an abused dog, so she slowed. Her fingertips barely grazed the skin on his neck before becoming more familiar at the nape.

He dropped the wine cup, uncaring of its fate, and grabbed both sides of her waist and pulled her into him until there was barely a breath between them. She pulled on his neck with more and more insistence until he yeilded and laid his head on her bosom. She wrapped her arm around his back and stroked his hair as he breathed raggedly and occasionally trembled. She held tight to him as he battled. He did what he needed and she was there ensuring he was okay. Her deep steady breaths eventually became his, and as his muscles relaxed, he felt how hard he was gripping her small body, likely hard enough to bruise, without even a sound of protest from her.

When he looked to her to apologize, he saw her looking back at him with a look of genuine care in her eye. He'd been looked at many ways, with fear, hatred, responsibility, respect, contempt, but very rarely.. care. She held both sides of his face and placed the softest kiss on his forehead.

He knew he had promised he wouldnt force himself on her, and that he wasn't in the mood to get his dick wet, but she had reached inside him and healed him in a way he hadnt been healed in a very long time. She sat back on his knees feeling her work was done, creating an unwanted space between them. He had tasted her affection and was unwilling to let it go so soon.

He grabbed her back and round ass and stood from his chair as if she weighed no more than the armor he wore. He slammed her down on the table and discovered he loved the feeling of her body under his.

As her head bounced off the table she was surprised. She really shouldn't have been, she had seen men lose control before and take what they wanted. As his hand felt up her torso and groped at her corseted breast she felt the familiar fear strike her that she was underneath a huge man whom she could not fight.

His growing erection naturally pressed into the heat between her legs that he could feel through her skirts and his trousers. He wanted to crawl inside that heat, and live there. He lifted off of her to taste her mouth, only to see fear in her eyes. He pushed up from the table, peeling his body off hers and stood straight.

"Got carried away.. I suppose." He said as he adjusted his belt and reached into his satchel and produced a coin which he laid on the table next to Daphne's frozen body. He took a last look at the scene and walked toward the door as fast as a man that dignified would dare.

In the interim, she saw him a few times before he left for the hunt but he never saw her. She was surprised though at how many times she had touched herself thinking of him, and what would have happened on that dining table had she not let her fear show, or had he not realized himself. She had good reason to fear men, but she did feel badly for making him feel unwanted. It wasn't the case, in fact the unknown of him was what attracted her to him most. She knew about most men; how they looked when they were in need, how they screwed, how they lied, but him, he was unpredictable and she liked it. Why had he paid her? She hated that the most. It made her feel lower than when she actually was paid for sex. She thought they'd connected, and then he tossed a coin at her like she'd earned it.

She had sat in these feelings all of the days he was on the hunt, and standing there in front of him, sitting in the chair where she had straddled and held him, serving food on the table where she'd almost been taken so suddenly, was proving too much. Her arms quivered and dishes clanked and she tried to look away from him even though he captivated her.

Throughout service, she neither entered nor left the room without his attention. The other, younger, servants were being groped or spanked as they rounded the men at the table with food and drink, but not him. He didnt touch any other girl, didnt touch her either, only stared. He had thought often of that night, and of her smell. It especially lingered in his mind over the last few days being surrounded by rank men sleeping under the stars. He wanted to smell her again.

As Daphne went to clear the last of the dishes she was disappointed to see that he was not in his seat. She thought maybe he would wait for her again, but instead she dispondently cleared away the remaining dishes and headed back for the kitchens. Then, there he was, leaning against the wall outside of the service door. they both just looked at each other. He was there to see her, there was no question about that.

"Just give me one moment to put this tray down"

"Sir." He corrected. She was shocked, maybe he did feel that superior to her, maybe he was keeping up appearances for the rest of staff, maybe it was more than that, but whatever it was she felt a wave of desire from it. She wanted to be corrected by him again.

"Pardon me, Sir." She said with her eyes down, just before slipping into the kitchen and dumping the dirty dish tray near the basin without proper procedure. She fixed her cleavage and fingered her hair on her way back out to the hall, totally unsure of what was to come next. She stepped into the hall and saw him waiting at the corner of the alcove slightly away from service. She walked toward him and he enjoyed the view.

"My Chief" she said in petulant acknowledgement of his station, lightly mocking his earlier demand for respect.

"Mmm. I like the sound of that in your mouth." he said as he stared at the referenced body part.

"Is there a way I can be of service to you, Sir?"

"You can tell me your name, kitchen maid." Giving her back the same mocking of her station.

"Oh. It's Daphne, Sir." She said taken aback by the care inherent in his question. She bowed slightly as you would in introduction, and was reminded of what she'd rehearsed when she imagined what she would say to him if she saw him alone again. "I believe I have something of yours," she said as she reached into her cleavage, and produced the coin he had given her, and held it out in offer to him. He opened his hand at staff length but would make no more an effort. She dropped the coin into his palm and he closed his fist around it. She had lost her confidence and crossed her arms in front of her

"Why would you give me this back?" He asked in disbelief.

"Because I'm not a whore anymore." she threw back at him before once again trying to walk away. This time, the giant hand didn't just arrest her movement, it pulled her back into what felt like a stone wall, but turned out to be his broad chest. He wrapped his arms around her, caressing and groping at her body lewdly.

"You think I pay for whores? You think you earned this? You think I didn't feel how willing you were to spend the time, doing what we did and possibly more?" He said directly into her ear as his thumb circled exactly where her nipple was under her corset.

"I was willing.. Thats why I gave it back. It hurt me that you tossed me a coin like I was a whore after what we shared." She said while she fruitlessly attempted to strip his arms off of her. He spun her around and pinned her against an actual stone wall with his hand in the center of her chest.

"You think it didn't hurt to look into your eyes and only see fear after what we shared?" She opened her mouth to explain but nothing came out, instead she went to touch his chest in apology. Grabbing her reaching hand, he yanked her in close, "Am I right? Do you want to see how much more there can be between us?" he said, nearly above a whisper. She looked into his eyes and felt a cocktail of arousal, excitement, and anticipation that she had never dreamed possible before.

She felt herself nodding more and more vigorously, "Please." she said meekly, to which he held her gaze expectantly.

"Please.. what!?" He asked as he raised his chin and looked down his nose at her.

"Please.. my Chief." her voice came out thick with arousal, almost unrecognizable to even her, remembering the jolt of excitement she felt at hearing his pleasurable growl when she had addressed him as such, moments before. She was not disappointed, as his pride at her obedience showed.

He looked down at the coin she unceremoniously dumped in his hand and brought it to his nose for a deep inhale.

"Over the last few days, I have thought of very little other than your smell." She blushed and felt part of herself melt at that statement, looking into his eyes now with no trace of fear. He dropped the coin onto the floor and grasped a fist full of her hair, and planted his other hand on the small of her back, bringing her in close. He buried his face in her neck and scratched her with his stubbled jaw as he took deep inhale after deep inhale.

She could feel the chills on her skin and the gasps of her heaving breaths under his attentions. Her hands itched to roam and explore his body as well, however, she barely got a feel of his chest before he grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head. He bent down low to grab the bottom of her skirts and started tossing them up with his free hand until he felt stocking. Grazing his hand up her thigh, he was surprised to notice, there was little difference between the soft material of her stocking and her silky smooth skin, and he was eager to feel the wet velvet that lay just inches above.

He continued his journey up until he came to her undergarments, which he gripped roughly and tore quickly, burning the spot on her hip where they rubbed. He showed no emotions, no change in his expression, no sign of exhertion, not when he groped her, pinned her, tore her clothes, but when he finally cupped her sex, his eyes closed and his shoulders finally relaxed. The wet heat of her, and how small she was, he was barely able to fit all of his huge hand between her thighs, let alone explore her the way he desired.

She felt his huge rough fingers feeling her folds, and knew it would be a stretch if he planned on putting them inside. They stared at each other and she could feel her wetness coating his fingers and running down her own thighs. He stopped his attentions at her neck and cleavage to look into her eyes, as he pushed his two middle fingers deep into her.

"This. Hot. Cunt." he breathed out, remembering how his prick had sought it out when he had her splayed over the dining table. He couldnt get deep enough inside her. With every stroke of his fingers against her softly ridged walls, he wanted more. Wanted her more, wanted to give her more pleasure, wanted more time to lose himself in her, more of her scent, her juice... more.

Her hips began to buck, and he could feel the pull on her wrists from her body losing control. It made his cock ache and his fist hold her tighter. Watching her tits heave with her gasps and the lust changing her face was intoxicating. He plunged into her harder and faster, nothing was going to stop him from having her.

She forgot herself and let out a loud moan and whimper at his attentions. Soon every breath she let out was riding a louder moan, until she heard herself and looked around self consciously, just then noticing where they were and what they were doing. Reality was cold, and dousing her flames.

He released her wrists to grab her jaw and focus her attention on him, where it should be. "I dont care where we are or who can see or hear you, you will look into my eyes, and make whatever noises I give you, when I push you over the edge of ecstasy. Do you understand me?"

"Yee- Yess!" She squealed over the repetitive wet sloshing sounds of his fingers fucking into her.

"Yes... what?" He held still to urge her.

"Yes, Chief!!!" she said loudly and in a hurry, afraid he would truly stop. The use of his honorrific and the pleasure filled squeal in which it was delivered, had his hand doubling its efforts, he was rubbing the rough skin inside her and fucking into her violently, finally getting what he had wanted.

Her eyes were squeezed shut when her legs started quivering and losing purchase, she started tightening up inside and he knew she was close.

"Look at me, Daphne." he said low and smooth. Her eyes opened as if his commands truly affected the world around him. She tried hard to keep looking into him as he delivered her where he said he would, right over the edge of ecstasy. Her pleasure flooded her body as his movements slowed but continued strong. She soaked his hand with her juice she had only ever given herself, and she felt him growl more than heard it, since her ears were ringing with rushing blood.

He pushed her body into the wall to keep her upright and in place, as he withdrew his soaking hand and took a long deep sniff. He moaned and looked at her to show his appreciation.

"Open." He ordered a barely conscious Daphne, to which she obediently opened her mouth and he deposited his dripping fingers onto her limp tongue. Her taste and the way he fed her, was reinvigorating. She closed and sucked and swirled her tongue around his digits. When he pulled them free of her sucking mouth, he replaced them with his tongue. His huge body was pressed firmly against hers, bending slightly to make up for their difference in size, while his tongue explored her mouth and together they shared her taste, both moaning into their connection.

The feeling had just returned to her hands and the huge bicep she was gripping registered in her cum-addled brain. He was pushed firmly against her and she could feel the length and girth of his erection, insistent in its presence. A pang of fear returned to her, feeling just how large he was. She had fantasized about it while her pussy clenched around her tiny fingers, imagining being impaled by such a man, but feeling it on the cusp of impalement seemed different altogether. She needed to touch it, to see it, she ultimately wanted to know what it would be like to be taken by this man of war, she would not fear him or it again.

He brought her towards him and stepped away from the wall, as he drunkenly untied her skirts and fumbled with the laces of her corset. He pawed and pulled and definitely ripped a few holes trying to free her from the restraint. He got enough loose that it fell over her hips to her feet where the rest of her dress lay puddled.

Her small hands were trying to feel their way to his incredible cock but he grabbed her upper arms and held them back. Her body reached for his, hating the space he made between them and wanting to rub herself against the hardness of him.

He watched in aroused amusement at the desperateness of her actions. Grabbing her jaw again, he forced her to look in his eyes. "Stay, pet." Her writhings relented reluctantly and she let out a whimper at not getting what she wanted, but she obeyed. He released her arms testing her will, and when he was satisfied, he traced a finger down the center of her chest, before grabbing handfuls of her shift at each breast and ripping the fabric nearly in two.

He stepped back from her to feast on the sight of her tits jutting out of the ripped dress, the shadow they cast on her narrow waist, and the tuft of hair crowning the sex he wanted to indulge in for days at a time. He took another step back and then another and rested against a shelf holding crates, plates, and bowls. He stayed like that, staring at her, occasionally squeezing his erect cock for relief, and she stayed where she was put, as commanded.

He had just begun unbuttoning his overshirt when the head chef came around the corner raging.

"Daphne! What on God's green earth do you think youre doing!? I've been looking everywhe-"

"LEAVE." the Chief's booming voice echoed the through the corridor, alerting the chef to his presence and sending him back to the kitchens terrified. Daphne, to her credit, hadn't let the interruption phase her in the slightest, save for an embarassed blush which the Chief found endearing.

"I hope youre okay with everyone in service knowing you fucked a kitchen servant, because they will all know in a matter of minutes now." Daphne said still obediently standing post.

"I don't give a fuck what anyone in service knows." he stated as he continued unbuttoning his clothes and walking slowly around her, analyzing her. "Besides, I havent fucked you yet." He said as he pulled his shirt free of its tuck and got very close to her, opening it to reveal his hard, scarred, chest. "When I do, the whole wing of the castle will hear you scream." The combination of his breath on her ear and the words he was whispering, drew her body to his.

He replaced her in her spot with a single finger to her shoulder, before turning his back on her and walking slowly to the shelf to deposit his shirt and belt. He turned to keep an eye on her as he removed his boots and unbuttoned his trousers. His freed cock flopped out of its confines, and he stood before her, stroking himself. She could not believe his member; she thought she'd seen it all when she was a whore. Besides its mass, it was quite well formed, a gentle ridge on his mushroom head for a man so hard, but a shaft that was almost as thick. His balls were still concealed by his trousers, but she doubted they were any less appealing. Seeing it now, her fear was still present but it was vastly overshadowed by her mouth salivating and her finger stretched pussy, wetting at the sight.

He saw her desire for him, and his for her was on display. He was undeniably excited for this. He'd had whores who regretted taking him because of his size, and power or status hungry "ladies" who threw themselves at him but in the end never knew how to fuck. This servant-ex-whore was about to take him so willingly, she was dripping for it. He walked to her slowly, stroking the whole time.

"Good scullion, doing what you're told." He wrapped his hand around the front of her neck and slid it down to pinch each of her nipples. He pushed his huge cock into the space between her thighs, trying to coat himself in all her wasted wet.

The ridges of his head and the veins in his shaft rubbed against her pearl and lips, making her more desperate with each pump to feel him fill her. Her whining began soon and it made him want to prolong the experience. Seeing her in teasing agony was too delicious to him. He pulled away slowly, dragging his cock the length of her slit and stood just beyond her.

"You're going to want to wet my cock." She looked down at the glisten of her juice coating an absolutely tiny percentage of his penis and understood.

"With my-." She pointed to her mouth as he nodded slowly. She was afraid her pussy would be destroyed, she hadnt taken the time to think about how she would get him into her mouth. She dropped to her knees on the cold stone floor and licked and sucked every peak and valley of the outside, until she had no more saliva. She hesitated only for a second and opened her mouth as wide as possible. Leaning into him, she took little more than an inch beyond his tip, but tried again and again until she gagged.

He waited for her to recover but wouldnt let that be the last time he would feel her throat tonight. She breathed normally before he grabbed the back of her head and pushed her again, and again, and a third time before he could even bring himself to let go of her hair. It was working as he knew it would, his tip was dripping and she was slobbering the rest over his shaft, a true professional. He tried to recall the last time he felt the wet constriction of a woman's throat as she choked on his cock, but the memory trail went cold as Daphne's enthusiasm for swallowing him whole took precedence.

He wanted more of her talented tongue and gagging throat, but couldnt wait to feel her hot tight cunt squeeze him. He felt her only around two fingers, he was going to feel every inch of her, no matter how long it took.

"Stay on your knees." he said as he walked around to admire her from her rear. He took his trousers the rest of the way off, looking ahead and knowing she would ruin them. With what she percieved as surprising tenderness, he ran his hands down her neck and over her shoulders, taking her torn shift with them, before suddenly ripping it the rest of the way off her. He took a long moment to admire the curve of her lower back and the swell of her ass. She wasnt exactly new to being naked in front of men, but his exacting stare felt more intimate than she had experienced before.

He got on his bare knees astride hers and brought her body back to relax against his, caressing her skin and petting her clit lightly, waiting for her muscles to yeild to him. She was limply lazing against him, and when her head started to loll back onto his shoulder, he grabbed her face and made her look at him.

"Bend over." He commanded. She bit her lip with anxiety and resisted when he started to push her. "You're ready. Now bend over like a good little servant." She nodded and extended her arms just in time to catch her upper half that was being pushed down by a huge strong hand.

He sat on his heels and looked at her delicious undercarriage. His eyes roamed up her wet slit to a pool at her opening, past her pink skin to her dark knot. Her plump ass left marks where it met her thighs. He sat up on his knees, ready for feeling to join looking, and pointed his thickness where it was meant to go.

The feeling of her lips parting for him, and her heat begging him deeper, was more powerful than he anticipated. He pushed and felt her stretched to the limit by the time he almost had his head all the way in. She had tensed up, she knew this was going to be painful. As he withdrew slowly she felt him clawing gently and caressing her ass and thighs.

"I've got you." He said to her in a gruff voice full of restraint. He had to hold himself back from shoving into her and splitting her in two. She relaxed and after a few more pumps, a little deeper each time, her fear had melted. His hands roving over her and grabbing at her soft spots made her even wetter, combined with the idea of how it would finally feel once he filled her, made her body want to move.

He couldnt have been more shocked when he felt her fucking him back. So often girls just tightened up and took what he was giving, but she was trying to take it from him. They had made it past his head and a few inches down his shaft. He held still, wanting her to take more, to push herself onto him and strain for his benefit.

She stilled when he did, worried he wasnt enjoying it. She wasnt sure what to do until she felt a quick spank to her ass-meat, and resumed the fucking on her own. He wanted her to work for him. to serve him. Luckily it was what she did best.

She pushed back and forth feeling him complete her. He filled her cavern entirely. The first time he was as far inside as he could be he grabbed her hips to stop her pulling off. They both groaned and she giggled with pride and excitement.

"Christ. I can feel your laugh around my cock. You're so small." She chuckled a little to torture him before rolling her hips and sliding on and off of him. He growled and it made her yelp because of how deep it vibrated inside of her. "Think youre the only one that can tease, girl? You haven't felt anything yet."

To that he pushed her torso down further, putting her on her elbows, grabbed her hips, withdrew slowly, and hammered into the end of her once. Her scream was music to his ears. He never wanted her to stop, so he didn't let her.

She tried her best to brace against the floor and get used to the mass of steel punching her cervix repeatedly, but it wasn't something one could try to do. She knew she had to relax and her body would get used to it, but it was easier said than done. She couldnt think straight or feel anything other than their fuck. She felt a minor pain in her head and realized he was pulling her hair, heard him say something, but couldnt tell what it was, and then suddenly, there was no pain.

The last bit of space in her body opened up for him, and stretched to her limit, she found pure pleasure. She felt his balls slapping against her clit, his large hands groping, and to her astonishment, his thighs and pelvis meeting her backside. He was fully inside her.

He couldnt believe she had taken all of him and was even moaning. She was exquisite, and he wanted to show her every delicious way he could destroy her. Missing her screams and the gushing of her pussy, he kept up with the harshness of his strokes that he could tell she loved, and picked up his pace, aiming to beat the orgasm out of her little cunt.

Just as she thought she was getting accustomed to the feeling of his fuck, he sped up. Her uncontrollable screams increased as she felt the ridge of his head moving through her faster and harder. Suddenly he leaned forward, pushing her face down onto the cold stone floor and leaving a large hand on her head. Sensibly most of his weight was on his other hand on the floor, but his lower half was putting everything he was, behind each drive.

He pulled her hair, raising her head up and to the side so he had easy access to lick the length of her neck and face and bite her shoulder and ear. He wished he could consume her, and after feeling the effects it had on her, she clearly had the same wishes.

He let himself get lost in their movements, in the roughness she could take, that no other woman had before. It seemed to spur her on, rather than scare her like many others. He spread his knees to get deeper, on his way to fucking her straight into the floor. Her cunt wept at his new angle, and combined with her tightness, and screams, he imagined he may be making her bleed, but had to chase the thought away immediately because it sent his seed rushing through his tight balls, and he was nowhere near ready to be finished.

Her pussy tightened even more around his girth, gripping him, milking him. He was fighting it, but knew he wouldn't be able to outlast her orgasm, he would come to her deep inside. Her screams increased, and although it was music to his ears, he wrapped his arm around her head to cover her mouth. He needed to hear the sound of her gushing squirt, splash on the stone floor.

She spasmed and squealed, but there was silence enough for him to get what he wanted. What sent him over the edge. As her water soaked the floor under them, he pumped his seed into her squeezing pussy. The pain of every throb of his shooting cock in a space tighter than he'd ever experienced, added significantly to his pleasure. He ached to get his sensitive cock out of her clenching hold, but at the same time never wanted to leave it. She didn't give him much of a choice, as her walls had never felt anything better than his deep release, and aimed to steal every last drop. His animal growl and holler at their mutual ecstasy rivaled even some of Daphne's cries.

As his body became incapacitated by the explosive orgasm, he had the forethought to collapse to his side so as not to crush her against the stone floor. When he rolled over, a jolt ran from his cock up the base of his spine, feeling the tug of her swollen cunny. His still blood filled cock was trapped in her abused sleeve and it would be moments of rest before they'd be able to separate. Aside from the initial tug, he found he didnt mind. He had the thought while they were mid coitus but was positive after their climax that being inside her was as close to heaven as a killer like him would ever get.

She felt like she'd had an excessive amount of wine when she tried to open her eyes. Her vision was blurred, her legs felt like they were made of lead, and she barely cared that she was laying naked on the cold stone floor of the hall just outside where she worked. They both groaned as he deflated enough to finally pull free of her grips.

He recovered faster than her and was sat up, retrieving his trousers from nearby. She suddenly felt the insecurity women had described to her, but that she had never felt as a whore. Once the men were dressing, she was relieved, she was about to get paid, but she didnt want him to pay her and leave; in fact, she felt she never wanted to be away from him again. He looked to her to see she had nearly recovered, and leaned in close to her.

"Stand up... put your hands on the wall... and stick your ass out."

She got to wobbly knees and tried to make use of her drunken legs, as she crawled closer to the wall.

"I guess we'll work on those 'yes Chief's when you've got your wits about you again."

"Yes, Chief." She slurred as she stood, placed her hands on the wall near her shoulders and arched her back as much as she could.

"Spread those legs for me... Good. and bend at the hip, I said 'stick your ass out', not 'look pretty'." She walked her legs back and bent at the hip, almost in half, letting her hands hold her up against the wall, and giving him and unobstructed view of her beaten-red lips and hole. He was laying behind her, leaning up on his elbow, eyes glued to her sex.

She barely recognized the sound he made as coming from him, when she felt and heard a large glob of cum run out of her stretched pussy and slop onto the floor. Assuming that was all of it she started to stand, but stopped herself before he could. She was starting to learn what it would be like with him. Although, she thought she probably would be chastised for it, she couldnt help but want to see their mixture too, so snuck a peek.

His mouth hung open at the sight of the thick pinkish white rope of cum, hanging nearly a foot long out of her. The hole in his prick wept clear, even though he thought another erection might be the death of him, he wouldnt look away from the scene. The end of the rope slipped out of her and splashed on the floor with the first. He could have watched it all night, but only two, more moderately sized, strings of cum escaped her, the last of which hung off of her clit, what felt like indefinitely.

He ran his hand through her still puddled orgasm on the floor next to him, and walked on his knees to her, gathering the last of the string leaking from her in the same hand, mixing their juices. With his orgasm hand he slapped her already brutalized pussy, only to hear a twinge of pleasure in her yelp... So he gave her a second.

He stood and when she followed he stopped her with a firm hand on her back. "No. I did not tell you to rise yet." When she resumed the position, he walked to his clothes on the shelf, and began dressing, watching her. Watching her leak, her legs shake from exhaustion, her shivering from being cold and knew he had everything he ever wanted in her.

"You may stand now." He said evenly, as she took a large breath of relief. She went to retrieve her torn shift and returned to the pool of cum she had leaked, and started wiping it up. "What are you doing?" He asked seriously.

"Cleaning this up." she replied as if it was obvious.

"You only serve me now, Daphne." He said as he walked slowly towards her, still dressing himself. "Fuck the mess, fuck cleaning, fuck the kitchen and the chef. That's not your life anymore... You. Are. Mine."