The Colonial Girl Ch. 02

"Shouldn't we call him first?" a woman spoke in a hushed tone.

"What do you mean? This is my house too! Dad wouldn't mind," a male voice replied, rising in irritation.

Then the sound of keys jingling, followed by the sudden slam of the door swinging open.

It happened too quickly for her to do anything.

Run. Hide.

Anything.

Except there was nothing she could do except kneel there buck naked with only her collar around her neck, staring in mortification at the two figures who were standing in the doorway looking at her in equal bewilderment.

"What the fuck?" The young man regained his composure first, while the woman beside him, who appeared to be the same age, stood frozen, her mouth agape as she continued to stare.

Runt blushed furiously. She realised that she was starting to shake but she maintained her position to the best of her ability, kneeling with her back straight and hands behind her head. She must not break position now or else he...

Her musing was cut short when he heard him appear behind her.

"Jack? Katie? I was wondering what the commotion is. What are you doing here?" Edward asked, surprised at the sudden appearance of his son and niece.

His son blushed, "We were in the area and I thought I'd see how you are doing. I'm sorry, I should have called... I just thought that you wouldn't mind."

Edward's gaze softened, "Of course not. It's your house too. That's why I gave you the key."

"Come in," he invited the two young adults who were still awkwardly hanging in the doorway. He glanced down and saw that his colonial girl was palpitating, her hands straining behind her head as if they were stuck in that position in her effort not to break the position he had put her in.

He nudged her thigh with his shoe and touched her head, too swift to be a caress but enough to get him her attention, "Enough. Go and make tea for our guests."

"Yes Sir."

She finally lowered her hands and managed to rise gracefully, heading to the kitchen while ignoring the throbbing in her muscles, the painful reminder of having been in that strained position for so long.

Behind her, she heard the young woman gasp and the deep red flush returned to her cheeks. She knew what had prompted the gasp. Her arse must have been the same colour of her cheeks after he had taken her over his knee this morning.

When she finished making the tea, she found them sitting in the living room. The two-panel doors cracked open to let in the cool summer breeze, offering them a view of the lush and well-groomed garden.

The two guests were staring at her again. She could feel their gaze following her movement as she served them their tea, pouring for her master first and then his guests before she returned to stand by him, trying not to fidget from nerves. She felt bold enough to glance at his guests, studying them. They looked her age. Her gaze lingered on the young man's face, his handsome features somehow familiar to her giving her a clear clue of his relation to her master. He must be his son. She glanced at the woman beside him. And that's... his girlfriend? Sister? This was her first time witnessing a family affair in his house since he got her. God, so awkward. She wanted to disappear. She wanted to crawl back to the kitchen and stayed there until they left.

Edward noticed that his son and niece's attention was back on his colonial girl. "This is runt," he introduced her, "I purchased her five months ago."

Silence and then his son spoke in a hesitant voice, "I didn't know, dad... uh... what was she doing kneeling at the front door?"

"Well, you can ask the girl yourself." He turned to the woman standing next to his chair with narrowed eyes. He was still pissed at her and she ought to feel that because she was shaking again.

"I... I was being punished, Sir," she spoke, her voice barely a whisper.

The air in the living room was tense and awkward again, like when they first saw her in the doorway. Jack was at a loss. His eyes darted between his dad who looked visibly annoyed and the petite girl hyperventilating next to him.

"Why..?" He asked hesitantly, unsure if it was even the right question to ask but felt obligated to follow up considering his dad's icy stance. His cousin was frozen next to him.

"I was a bad girl," the soft admission from the woman's lips blew him away. Her voice was laced with shame but also regret.

Before he could stop himself he found himself asking the question, "What did you do?"

The immediate silence that followed made him want to shoot himself. He was about to take it back, tell her never mind, and just brush off the whole incident to move on to a different, less awkward conversation when his dad broke his silence.

"You heard my son."

His dad's voice was cold. He had never heard him use that tone with him. His dad could be strict but he was mostly a doting father to him so it was hard to associate that tone he just used with the father he knew.

The woman... runt... was close to tears now. She twisted her hands on her lap and stared at Jack's father, as if she was hoping that he would cut her some slack. If it was mercy that she was hoping for from him, she would be sorely disappointed. Her master refused to even look at her, he was reclined in his chair in a relaxed manner yet his posture remained expectant.

When runt spoke again, it was clear that it was addressed to his dad even though she was answering Jack's question.

"I was supposed to bring you your morning coffee but I didn't... I told you to... to fuck off, that... that I'm a free person... that you don't own me...," runt got tears streaming down her cheeks now and she was struggling not to sob as she spoke. Jack stared with wide eyes. The woman only had eyes for his dad even though Katie and him were in the room, her eyes were full of remorse and a glint of... loathing?

Edward's anger hadn't yet burned out, but at least his eyes were on runt again, on the pathetic display of his colonial girl instead of ignoring her. He saw the loathing in her eyes too and sneered. The loathing could be for him, no doubt, but mostly, he knew, it was for herself. Too bad. She was going to loathe herself a lot more for what he was about to make her do next.

"And then? What happened?" He asked her, his tone mocking.

Runt's lip trembled.

"You spanked me and said that you owned me and would not tolerate me speaking to you like that.."

His silence prompted her to continue.

"You told me to apologise but I kept on yelling that you don't own me. So you dropped me onto the floor and said that if you really don't then you want me out of the house... but you said we both know that you do... that if you want me to kneel and stare at the wall for hours I would do it because you own me."

Runt took a wet withering breath and finished her recap, "You told me to get out of your sight and that... when... when you leave your study, you want to find me either gone from your house or kneeling facing the front door".

Jack gulped. What the fuck. His father was listening to the girl's narration nonchalantly like he was listening to a boring report in his work monthly meeting, as if he did not do those things runt just said.

"And what did you do during the two hours I was working in my study?" Edward asked, his eyes boring into runt's face.

Runt looked down, unable to meet his gaze.

"I knelt facing the front door, Sir..."

"Why?" Edward asked, his tone light, as if he was genuinely curious.

A few seconds of silence before the girl whispered her answer.

"Because you own me, Sir, and that's how you want me."

Edward let that sink in for a few seconds.

"Stupid girl, aren't you?" he chastised her.

His rhetorical question brought forth a fresh wave of tears but he ignored it and gave her an order, "Go upstairs and get the nipple clamps".

He watched her go, certain that if she weren't so afraid of what he might do, she would have stomped her way upstairs like a brat. He huffed and turned his attention back to his son and niece.

"Sorry about that. She's usually better behaved but sometimes there are days like this when something crawls up her arse giving her silly ideas and I have to discipline her."

His niece was the first to break the silence, her voice curious, "You got yourself an indentured servant?"

"I did, Katie," he answered, "She hasn't been with me for too long... I didn't want to introduce her until she's fully trained, so, sorry for the shock. I should've informed you at least, Jack. I just didn't expect you to swing by like this but I'm glad you did."

He smiled warmly at his son. They were always close but their relationship had been a little strained ever since his wife and him separated. The divorce was only finalised last year but they had been living separately for 2 years now, since Jack left home at 18. He had a cordial relationship with his ex-wife and the divorce was amicable. It was a marriage of convenience; there was perhaps some love at the beginning of their marriage but with years they just drifted apart. She got into a new relationship not long after the divorce. He was happy for her but it was hard for Jack to see his parents no longer together so he had been avoiding them.

Edward did not know what to do except to give his youngest son space and time hoping that the boy would come around. Giving the house key was a demonstration that he would always be there for his son whenever he was ready to mend their relationship. He just did not expect it to be today out of all days. His displeasure toward his indentured servant flared up once more. He did not want to spook his boy. Granted, Jack was 20 now, a man. but like other parents, he remained his little boy.

Before his son could respond, runt had returned with the nipple clamps. A telltale flush on her cheeks, eyes rimmed red and puffy -- it was obvious that she had been crying while retrieving the nipple clamps. She looked chastised; head slightly bowed, shoulders drawn tight and avoiding their gazes. Good. He was not done with her yet though.

He took the nipple clamps offered to him and unceremoniously attached them to her already hard nipples. A gasp escaped her mouth when he tightened them.

"Aw, dad. Don't you feel bad for her?" He heard Jack let out a sympathetic groan.

He sneaked a hand between runt's legs, legs that were always spread and open for him, and spread her cunt. She was dripping wet and he could not resist from coating two fingers with her slick. He looked up to her and smirked knowingly, runt was flushed with shame and arousal, biting her lower lip to prevent from making any sound that would give her feelings away. He knew, anyway.

"Perhaps I would if she didn't get wet like this."

He brought his wet fingers, coated with her juice close to her lips. She immediately knew what to do without him having to use his words. Runt darted her tongue out and took a shy, delicate lick of his digits, cleaning them and tasting herself. He did not let her do it for too long, just a few seconds before he wiped off the remaining wetness on his fingers on her right cheek, leaving a thin, glistening streak that caught the light as it dried. It was just a show of power, really.

"They need a firm hand," he said unapologetically.

Jack watched his Dad take the chain that connected the nipple clamps and shoved the cold metal link in runt's mouth, effectively silencing her.

"Now, you be quiet and stand in the corner. Do not drop the chain, understand?"

Runt nodded and shuffled to the corner with a downcast gaze.

"Was this how it was between you and Mum?" Jack asked, his voice low, the question tinged with an uncomfortable edge.

"What? No!" Edward immediately balked, staring at his son in disbelief. "Can you imagine your Mum kneeling facing the door for hours just because I told her to? Your Mum is a classy woman and I've always treated her with the dignity that she deserves. We had a respectful and loving relationship, son. It was nothing like this. We agreed it was just time to part."

"Good to know," Jack replied, flustered.

He leaned back on his chair, the tension leaving his body and now he looked embarrassed that he even asked the question. His dad was right. He could not imagine his mum letting his dad do these things to her. Meanwhile, this girl just stood there and accepted everything his dad did to her. She even got wet from it! To his embarrassment, he found himself strangely turned on.

"I actually have a work call I have to take in 10 minutes so I do have to go back to work," Edward said after checking his watch. "It'll be short considering it's almost time for lunch. Runt will cook lunch so stay. We can chat more later. Feel free to entertain yourself until then."

"Um... can we play with her?" Katie said hesitantly just as he was about to leave.

Jack whipped his head to look at his cousin with a mix of surprise and disbelief.

"Runt? Sure. Do whatever you want. Just don't let her cum. She's being punished."

"Leave her there for 20 more minutes, and then you can play with her," Edward instructed, using a voice command to set the timer on Alexa in his living room.

Katie brightened at her uncle's permission, ignoring the incredulous look on her cousin's face.

Edward moved to the corner, grabbing runt's hair to tilt her head back so their eyes would meet. Unfortunately for her, the movement also tugged at the chain connecting her nipple clamps, pulling them with a sharp, uncomfortable jolt that made her whimper.

"You can leave the corner when you hear the timer go off," Edward said, his tone firm. "I want you to be on your best behaviour for Jack and Katie. And after, you make lunch for three. Understand? Don't disappoint me again. You're already in enough trouble as it is."

Jack and Katie watched as Edward left. The atmosphere shifted instantly, becoming less tense but still charged with an unsettling silence before Jack couldn't handle it anymore.

"What the hell, Katie?"

"Don't say you're not curious!" she exclaimed back defensively.

Jack shook his head, "I don't know what to think."

Jack shifted uncomfortably in his seat, glancing at Katie, who sat with her arms crossed, her eyes lingering on runt, who was still standing in the corner, her back rigid. Jack's eyes trailed lower before stopping on her reddened arse. He gulped, feeling himself hardened.

"I didn't expect Uncle Edward to be so strict," Katie commented beside him. "Do you know much about indentured servants?"

"In theory. Never saw it in practice. So trust me, Katie. I'm just as surprised as you are about dad."

"Same. I'm curious though..." Katie dragged her words out, glancing back at runt in the corner.

Then, the timer beeped, a clear, sharp sound that broke the tension. Runt hesitated before slowly turning towards Jack and Katie, her movements tentative, the chain connecting her nipple clamps still dangling from her mouth, tugging her angry looking nipples painfully. Saliva pooled in the corners of her lips, slipping down in slow, controlled drips down her tits and disappearing between her legs. She had tried to swallow, but the chain kept her mouth half-open, leaving her no choice but to drool uncontrollably. It was humiliating and demeaning. Her master successfully drilled in her helplessness as she felt her own body betrayed her yet again.

Fuck. Jack sucked in a deep breath as he took in runt's appearance. He didn't realise it earlier but she was an attractive woman. So attractive. She had a petite frame. Not too large tits. 34C if he had to guess. Her curves were soft and feminine, with a subtle hourglass shape that gently tapered at the waist and blossomed at the hips. A body that only insane men would not find sexy.

She was pretty too. Not an over the top stunning but a subtle beauty and charm. She had dainty, soft features that easily made a man feel like a man. Her black shoulder-length hair framed her well-proportioned face in subtle waves, looking slightly tousled. But it was her almond-shaped eyes that captivated him. Eyes that were currently staring at him; betraying her fear, shame and arousal. Her pupils were dilated, dark and full. A flush spread across her cheeks, a soft red hue contrasting against her medium-toned skin that deepened with every breath, making her look both vulnerable and alluring. And she was drooling. Like the dumb sluts in the porn video he watched as they got fucked, when the pleasure became too much for them that they became brainless. She looked fuckable.

Runt was looking at them with wide eyes. It took a few seconds for Jack to realise that she was waiting for an order. He glanced to his right at Katie just to find her looking even more panicked and flustered than him. He huffed. And she was the one who requested to play with her. Now that they had her she did not know what to do. Classic Katie.

He felt compelled to take charge of the situation especially with runt's wide, doe-like eyes following him, looking both lost and hopeful. He cleared his throat, "You can leave the corner now and come here."

He made her sit on the coffee table that was just within arm's reach to study her better. She kept her legs spread when she sat, giving them an unobstructed view of her dripping cunt. Such a good girl and holy, his dad wasn't kidding. She was wet, leaking like a faucet. He took pity on her and made to take out the chain dangling from her mouth but she resisted, biting down on them even if the movement made her wince.

"Shhh, it's okay. Let go. You're allowed to. I'm giving you permission," he murmured gently as if speaking to a skittish stray.

She looked at him in distrust and still didn't let go when he tugged on the chain.

"I thought dad told you to behave for me," he said, his voice low but threaded with unmistakable warning.

That did the trick and she let go of the dangling chain.

"Good girl. I'm not going to harm you. We're just gonna talk and touch you a little. Is that okay?" He said, stroking a stray strand of hair from her face.

She did not look like she believed him but nodded anyway. Katie had joined him, inching closer to runt.

"Hmm, you're so wet. You're making a wet spot on the table," he remarked. "Lie down and keep your legs spread."

She did as he said, allowing Katie and him to look at her swollen and glistening cunt.

He couldn't help but ask, "When did you last cum, runt?"

Her breathing hitched as he stroked her inner thighs, spreading them further, his touch so close to her throbbing pussy. She didn't know if she wanted him to touch her there or not. "Two... two weeks ago."

"So long? Uncle Edward doesn't let you cum?" Katie chimed in.

Uncle. So not girlfriend, but cousin. Runt absentmindedly corrected her earlier assumption and filed the information.

"Not often," she answered the white woman curtly with a voice strained from shame and arousal.

Runt gasped as she felt her nipple clamps tugged, sending a wave of pain tinged with pleasure through her body. She glanced down and saw that Jack was the culprit. The young man was watching her with curious eyes but they were also full of desire which made her blush.

"How old are you, runt?" she heard Katie ask.

"25," runt's breath hitched as Jack's hands trailed lower, groping every inch of her body and making her feel like an object. She turned 25 during the ownership transfer process, just before she was released to Edward. A lonely birthday in the holding shelter that passed by without ceremony or even a birthday greeting. In fact, she only remembered when she saw the date the next day in the contract signed by Edward.

"Oh, I'm two years younger than you then," Katie murmured before adding, "Jack here is 20."

If possible, Runt's face went a shade redder hearing that. Her current predicament humiliated her. Submitting to Edward and sometimes shown off and shared to his friends were humiliating but somehow it felt even more humiliating for her at the moment. She felt like a toy for two curious children. Katie's earlier question already hurt her ego even if that was not the intention of the other young woman. She couldn't help but be reminded of her lack of autonomy over her own pleasure simply because she was not fair skinned.

The two of them continued to grope and stroke her body, their eyes roaming hungrily over her as they studied her reactions--murmuring comments that, whether intended to humiliate or not, left her feeling exposed and objectified. No, it wasn't malice; it was entitlement. A reflection of their privileges. It was how they saw her.

Katie had taken over Jack's earlier position, tugging on the chain connecting her nipple clamps, drawing moans and whimpers from her mouth, while Jack had redirected his focus to the damp area between her legs, gently stroking her pussy. Enough to make her writhe in pleasure and want for more but not go over the edge. Between the two of them and the demeaning comments thrown in the air, runt felt like screaming for release.

"She is so wet. You can hear the squelching sound."

"Look at her nipples. So brown. They look different compared to white women. This is my first time seeing another woman, let alone an asian woman's nipples and pussy. They look...-"

"They look wanton."

"Like sex animals, don't you think?" Katie giggled.

Runt could not take it anymore. Her moan grew louder as Jack's fingers skillfully stroked her faster bringing her closer. She could feel it. Her orgasm. So close. Just a little bit more and she would cum.

But at the height of it, just before she tipped over the edge, Jack ceased his movement which earned him a wail from the petite woman under him. A moment of silence before a sob escaped runt's lips and just like a broken dam, she started sobbing in earnest.

"Jack! What did you just do?! She's not allowed to cum! Remember?" reminded Katie.

"I know! I didn't make her cum! I stopped just before," Jack exclaimed, flustered.

The man and woman looked at the colonial girl with panic in their eyes.

Runt could not seem to stop. Each sob, deep and guttural, wrack her petite frame. After everything that had happened this morning, it was the orgasm denial that shattered the last of her defences, breaking through her like a cruel, deliberate snap of control.

And that was how Edward found his colonial girl. He had finished his call much earlier than planned. He had expected to find runt in the kitchen making their lunch but instead found his son and niece fidgeting nervously, exchanging frantic looks as runt lay broken and sobbing on the table before them.

It took him only one look at his colonial girl to surmise what just happened. A glance at her red, puffy and angry looking pussy told him that she had not cum.

"Dad, I...," he heard his son stammer.

Edward sighed.

His blue eyes met runt's sad eyes. She was still sobbing, looking broken but staring at him with conflicted eyes.

Runt did not know what she was feeling. She felt cracked open. When she looked at her master, she was torn between wanting to be embraced and soothed and flinching from fear of receiving further cruelty. She did not know what he would give her. The former would begrudgingly comfort her while the latter would break her more. She feared what his decision would be. One thing was certain, she was helpless in the face of her master. A strong emotion swept over her. A feeling as if she lived and died at his will.

Edward lowered himself into an armchair and with one fluid motion, pulled the crying colonial girl into his lap, tightening his hand around her waist possessively as she instinctively buried her face in his neck, from shame or to seek for more comfort, he did not know.

"You can cry if you want but you know that orgasm doesn't belong to you," he spoke to her calmly which tore a fresh wave of sobs from her.

He let her cry her eyes out on his chest. Not overly comforting her or making any effort to stop her tears. Allowing her only the comfort of his presence. If she had been a good girl, perhaps he would have rewarded her with a few tender kisses or a gentle stroke of her hair--but she hadn't earned that today. His fury had dulled, yes, but not vanished; the fire had simmered down to a quiet burn of irritation and disappointment over her earlier behaviour.

Jack and Katie watched in silence as runt's sobbing dwindled into soft sniffles.

Edward peeled runt from his chest, tilting her chin until their eyes met.

"Better?" he asked.

His colonial girl nodded, looking defeated.

"I'm sorry, Sir," runt whispered with feeling. She did not know why but she felt it was important for him to know that she regretted her rude behaviour this morning.

"Oh, you will be, runt." Edward let out a quiet laugh, his voice dipping into a whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. "I'll make sure of it."

"Now go and make us lunch before it gets too late." He pushed her off his lap and watched as she obediently went.

As soon as runt left, Jack, who had been quiet this whole time, didn't wait a second before blurting out the question that had been burning on the tip of his tongue: "What was that?"

"It's normal to feel some resentment, especially if it involves orgasm denial. She was just overwhelmed," Edward explained casually, he was not too worried.

Katie gulped, affected by what she just witnessed. In the silence of her thoughts, she thanked fate for her pale skin, if only because it meant she had the freedom to cum whenever she pleased. And she certainly would, once she was back in the privacy of her own room. Katie had always identified as straight but after what she had just seen, it made her wonder if she was a little bi-curious or just a sadist.

Oblivious to her thoughts, Jack and his dad had shifted their conversation to safer, more mundane topics. Jack, clearly uncomfortable to probe any further, and Edward, in no mood to discuss his colonial girl while still simmering with displeasure.

Soon enough, runt returned to them announcing that lunch was ready. She had prepared a fragrant meatball stew served with thick slices of freshly baked, crusty bread. The table had already been neatly set when they moved to the dining room. Just as ordered, only three plates were laid out.

Edward snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor by his seat at the head of the table, right next to Jack, while Katie took her place on the left. Runt's face flushed again as she rushed to kneel there where she remained for the rest of the lunch, gulping at the fragrant aroma of her own cooking, salivating as she imagined the tender meat melting in her mouth and the savory broth. Her stomach twisted with hunger as everyone else enjoyed their lunch.

When Edward patted his mouth with the napkin, runt perked up. Perhaps some leftovers for her? She could not stop herself from begging him with her eyes to feed her. If she missed lunch, she would be hungry until dinner. She had already missed her breakfast because of the tantrums she had thrown earlier.

Edward leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at his colonial girl, his expression unreadable. Runt continued begging with her eyes, not daring to say a word to break the silence. Then lazily, with deliberate indifference in his movements, her master reached for a piece of bread on his plate. His fingers tore off a chunk then, without a word, he lowered his hand to her, the morsel dangling between his fingers like an afterthought.

Heat flushed beneath her skin. She tried to feign ignorance and reach out with her hand just for him to pull it back out of her reach. A sharp tut escaped his lips as he fixed her with a cold, warning gaze.

She bit her lower lip in regret and prayed that he had not changed his mind about feeding her.

When runt looked like she had learnt her lesson, he brought the bread back down, slower this time until they hovered just above her mouth again. Automatically, the hungry girl opened her mouth, eyes fixed desperately on the prize she could almost taste.

But his hand stayed there, suspended mid-air, taunting her with the buttery scent. The seconds stretched unbearably. Her pride crumbled faster than her composure, tears welling as the humiliation sank deeper.

"Please, Sir!" she choked out, voice raw and cracking.

He smiled then and let it fall onto her waiting mouth. He fed her the plain bread piece by piece. Only the last morsel was coated with whatever meager sauce remained smeared on his plate, just enough to give her a taste of what she had been missing.

Edward sat, satisfied. His hunger sated. Meatball stew for the main course, her dignity for dessert.

Runt swallowed the last bite with gusto. If only I could have the meatballs too, she thought longingly. As if reading her mind, a hand appeared, holding a spoonful of tender meatball.

"Jack, she's being punished," Edward warned his son as he watched him offer her his meatball.

"Just one, dad," Jack said, almost pleadingly.

The food was excellent and he wanted her to taste it too. But more than that he wanted to experience feeding her too. A quick flash of childhood assailed him: at the zoo with his father, watching him feed an animal before his younger self begged to try himself, wanting to mimic his father.

Perhaps Edward was reminded of that moment too as he relented.

"I'll allow it."

Runt knelt there, shamefaced but grateful for the meatball, which Edward made her thank his son for.

Lunch wrapped up unceremoniously from there. Runt was tasked with clearing the table as the family moved back to the living room, catching up on each other's lives. Edward had made himself scarce from work for the rest of the afternoon to spend time with his son and niece. When it was time for them to leave, Edward made his son promise to return again very soon for a family dinner with his older brother.

Once they were alone again, Edward turned to his trembling colonial girl. His sharp blue eyes locked onto her fearful dark brown ones. They both seemed to be thinking the same thing, and he forced himself not to smile--amused as much as he was irritated.

"Now what do we do with you, runt?"