Bred for Better things (closed for Tx_Liquor)

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Val was more than happy to try to please Bobbi, happy that she was able to give her even just a fraction of the pleasure she had been given. She tried to replicate what Bobbie had done before, rubbing her thumb against her clit as she gently pushed two of her fingers inside of her wet pussy. While she did so, she leaned forward and sucked on Bobbi's nipple, swirling her tongue around it and pushing it back and forth. Her lips then went to her lovers as she came on her fingers; it was a new feeling to feel her pussy constrict around her fingers as she climaxed. She felt proud that she had been decent enough to pleasure her.

After they had dried off and dressed, Val held the ribbon in her hand, shoving it into her top between her breasts when the guards weren't looking. Maybe she could use it to choke someone later. In any case, she despised the idea of wearing a stupid ribbon in her hair.

She didn't respond to the guard, simply walking forward with the other two to see where this new turn of events would take her. Val wondered what life would be like for the other two. She hoped Bobbi would at least be comfortable in her new home and that she would be treated well. For Kiko, she hoped that they would be gentle with her.

 

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Val and the others were escorted to four other stops. By the end there was a very plump dark skinned woman, very young Latina who looked like she should be picking out a prom dress and not being marched to her new 'owners'. There was a short, older looking redhead with a pixie cut and a very curvy woman with dark wavy hair. All were dressed just as slutty as the next.

There were guards in front, leading and locking then unlocking the doors. And there were guards in the rear watching, stun guns in hand and on alert as if the expected trouble. But the trip was short and the girls were lead to a van with seats. Any attempts to speak were met with the threat of the stun gun cracking with energy.

The van was comfortable and the old heavy set women driving just talked all the way about how good it was the ladies were going to help rebuild the world. How she wished she could have a nice place that someone was going to pay for. A rich man to do her every night of the week.

She made it sound like the girls were going to a luxury resorts instead of a lifetime of captivity being raped and impregnated. The drive was long but the girls were allowed to chat along the way, though none really felt the mood.

Along the way, Bobbi kept gently touching the soaked part of her thong, feeling Val's wetness against her own. Finally the arrived and the women were taken out of the van. The facility looked like an old motel, re-purposed. Instead of a check-in office there was a guard station. All around was a fence like a prison and the gate had to be opened for the van to leave again.

All around with long rifle like weapons were men, and even women, on duty. An older man with a tablet looked at a grid of faces, then the women. "Kiko. Evelyn. Room 7. Go there now." Kiko and the young Latina didn't move until another guard brandished the taser and pointed with it.

The complied quickly.

Bobbi's hand found Val's and held it.

"Al.. Aljah... Al-Jo-Ninny?" He looked up at the curvy dark skinned woman. "Whatever. You. Room 12. Second floor. Go."

"Peyton. Room 3. Go." the pixie haired girl dressed in cut off shorts that exposed her butt cheeks walked to the room she was assigned throwing off the touch of the guard who was trying to get her to move quickly.

"Robyn. Emily. Room 17. Second Floor. Go." Then to Val he pointed, "Room 5. Go."

Bobbi gave Val a parting look, mouthed the words to be strong then walked with the other pale skinned, curvy brunette also wearing fish nets and a thong, up the stairs and to the room the guard let them in.

 

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During the ride, she linked her arm with Bobbi, wanting to feel the warmth of her skin for as long as she could before they reached their destination. The lady driving was ignored, as she thought every word from her mouth was bullshit. She didn't feel like talking, just like the rest of them, but she didn't need to. They all felt the same way-dreading the unexpected in regards to their new owners. She wondered what kind of depraved man she would end up getting. No doubt he would have the arrogance of one who was rich enough to afford purchasing a fuck-toy to produce his children.

She scowled at the guards as they were led into the motel-like building, especially the women. Val hated the fact that they were helping these scum take them to be sold to disgusting excuses for humans. They knew that she and all the other women would soon be bent over and given daily doses of cum until their bellies swelled. Even then, there were men who liked fucking pregnant women, so the rape might not stop even when they were with child. As far as she was concerned, humanity deserved to die out if this is what they had been reduced to.

She watched as Kiko was called and led away. Val was able to catch her eye and give her a sad little wave before they disappeared down the hall. Then she heard her lover's name called.

Val looked up Bobbie and gave her a small smile, mouthing the words "You too" before squeezing her hand and going with her own guard to wherever her room was on the first floor. They walked and were soon at room 5. The guard reached up and knocked on the door with three firm knocks before a voice from within told them to come in. The door was opened and the guard put his baton on the small of her back to encourage her to go in. She shot him a glare before stepping in quietly, her eyes surveying the room.

 

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The room was, really, a motel room. There were two bed separated by a night stand. A spaced where a TV Should have been and a dresser. Coffee pot and microwave. A place to hang clothes and a vanity. The door was where the bathroom and shower tub combo would be.

Just inside the door Val saw a table with two chairs. In one was an older woman with dirty blonde hair. Her face was leathery from age and the sun and she wore a guards uniform with a stun gun on the table next to her elbows.

The table had a strange card game and dice spread out on it. Later Val would learn this woman, Amanda, was playing a game called "One Deck Dungeon" which was actually for one to two players.

"Hey. Welcome. No TV. Relax while your master arrives. Feel free to shower or make coffee. I don't care. The only exit is this window and that door. If you break anything I get to zap you until you're unconscious but I don't want to do that so don't make me." Amanda then went back to her game.

 

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Val regarded the woman, looking at her baton and then at the door. She heard a click as the other guard left and locked the door behind him. The window was her only option if she wanted to risk it, but she figured that even if she could take this woman down and climb out, she would be tackled faster than she could blink.

“Coffee then, I guess.” She went over to the pot and made the preparations. Soon the room was filled with the smell of it and she poured herself a cup, adding several of the cream cups and a couple packets of sugar. Val didn’t bother asking the woman if she wanted some-she didn’t feel that she deserved the courtesy. If she wanted one, she could get off her traitorous ass and get one.

Setting her coffee down on the nightstand, she got up onto one of the beds and sat against the headboard. Once she was situated, she took the warm cup in her hands and drank, waiting for her “master.” The word sickened her and she tried not to think about it too much. She wondered if Bobbi had met her own, or was waiting just like her.

 

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The woman said nothing, eyes darting over to Val from time to time then to her game. Several minutes passed and the guard woman got up to also get a cup of coffee. She met Val's eyes, her own very judgmental.

Sitting back down the woman said, "I get it. But for women who can't have children there isn't much use for us. Either this, manual labor and fuck toy or medical experiment and fuck toy. I get that you probably hate me. But when you can't have kids anymore and you trying to decided between a good job where some guy isn't shoving his cock in you and cleaning toilets while a guy is shoving his cock in you. Then you can judge me."

The woman sat back down and started to reset her game.

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Nearly an hour after her arrival someone came to the door and used a key to open it. He was an older man, well dressed as one would expect, and not un-attractive. He glanced as the female guard then to Val.

"Stand up. Show me what you've got." He gestured for Val to get up and do a turn for him.

 

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Val looked down at her coffee., thinking about what she had said. She honestly didn’t know how she felt about that statement. On one hand, she could see the woman’s perspective. Given the choice, she wouldn’t want to work a job where she was fucked daily either. On the other hand, she didn’t like the “well if it isn’t me it’ll be someone else” mentality either. To her this was a cop-out to make people feel better about themselves at night.

“I would rather be fucked everyday than to contribute to something as fucked up as this.” She said this quietly in a non-combative tone. She simply wanted to make her point.

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Val watched him as he entered, sizing him up. He wasn’t the evil man she was expecting, laughing maniacally as he ripped her clothes off. She looked at him for a few moments more, almost giving him the impression that she wasn’t getting up. However, she then swung her legs off the bed and stood up, turning around and then giving him an unamused look. “There. You happy? I can shake paws and play dead too, I’m simply that impressive.” The sarcasm was evident in her tone.

She turned away from him and picked up her coffee, taking a sip. It was her second cup, but still it was cold from how long they had been waiting. Her body was then angled to face him once more as she took another drink.

 

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The man smiled, "The mouth on you is exactly why I wanted you. Val? Right? I'm Julian Thornhill and in one week my son turns 18. You will be his concubine, until then I don't want anyone to soil this pretty package. What he does with you, that's up to him." He handed her a trench coat. "Let's go."

Even the female guard seemed surprised at this. She just shrugged and got up to hold the door open for Mr. Thornhill. He gestured for Val to approach so could put the coat on her and then walk her outside past a few others guards. The windows to Room 3 was open and the Pixe cut redhead was bent over the table, face void of emotion. The guard, a man, was using the Owners cell phone and a woman with a bob cut and expensive jewelry was touching her self as she watched.

The older man with only hair left on the sides of his head, had his shirt open and silver hairs covering him like a rug. His gold chain clung to his chest as he pounded his hips against the red head grunting like an animal. Mr. Thornhill stopped with Val at the window to watch. "I almost bought her. But she was a lesbian so I didn't see the point. But I want you to see this, and know your fates may have been reversed." He leaned over to Val's ear. "Now, if you turn out to be a bad investment I may have to sell you to the Senator and his wife just to recoup my losses."

He tugged at the coat to make her follow to one of the waiting limos. A bodyguard opened the door, then climbed in last, offering for Val and then Mr. Thornhill to go next.

 

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Val was caught off-guard by his response but quickly recovered, blinking and shifting as she put the cup back down. Why would he buy his soon-to-be-18 son a girl like her if he knew her attitude about the whole affair? She imagined his virginal son sweating and blushing nervously, fumbling with her straps from nervousness. Such a guy would probably be very open to suggestions such as letting her have her own email.

“A birthday present, huh? Am I going to be put naked in a large gift box, or come into the room singing, “Happy Birthday Mr. President?”” Accepting the large trench coat, she followed him out of the room. It didn’t escape her notice that the coat was of very fine quality, probably costing a pretty penny.

Her attention was on the redhead before he had even pointed it out. The entire scene made her want to cry and beat the everliving shit out of that guy, using her like a sex sleeve. Her heart ached for her, knowing that she would never find love or happiness in her new state of existence. Mr. Thornhill’s veiled threat didn’t bother her as much, but she didn’t say anything in response, simply nodding in acknowledgment. It would be a sad existence no matter what path they were on.

Taking once last like look at the hotel, she wondered if she would ever see Bobbi or Kiko ever again. She doubted it, but there was still a glimmer of hope in her heart. She then sighed and got into the limo, sitting on the comfortable seats.

 

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"I thought we could do something tasteful, like you sitting on his bed as if you're doing homework or something. I have to admit the school girl fantasy is probably more my desires than for him. I just can't help it. Though I have two girls I fuck regularly. One is already pregnant in her second trimester, so she gets a nice room all to herself. Last thing I want is stress during my child's development."

The ride continued, Mr. Thornhill took out his phone and started checking message. "Relax. Have a drink. Take a nap. No one is going to violate you until my son's party. After that? I promise nothing."

 

[Poprockz]

She had to restrain herself from making a face at him when he used the word "tasteful." Instead she looked away from him and furrowed her brow. There was nothing tasteful about any of this, and it didn't matter how she was presented- she would still be offered as an item, a doll to fuck and bear children.

Val was surprised that he already had two women. Either he had imprisoned them himself, or he was much wealthier than most since he was able to afford buying three women in total. It was also surprising to her that the pregnant one was left alone, but his reasoning made sense to her. She knew that pregnant women were often told to avoid stress in order to ensure that their body didn't reject the child or cause issues. Val suspected that his concern was for the child, not for the woman, though.

She scooted over to the cooler and looked inside. There was really anything one might want: soda, champagne, beer, hard liquor, mixers, and sparkling water. Her eyes drifted over her options and she decided on a familiar favorite- cream soda. It had been a long time since she had drank one of these, so she was interested to see if it was as good as she remembered. She was not disappointed as she took a sip and tasted the creamy, sugary taste of the bubbly liquid. A little sad smile lit her lips as she remembered all the times she would drink cream soda with her friends in school.

Val scooted back to her original place and decided to watch out the window as they drove, taking the occasional sip of her beverage.

"I assume I'm going to be hidden away until the party so he doesn't see his surprise?"

 

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"That is correct. You will have a small room, usually reserved for staff above the garage. You are not to leave unless it's early morning. Less chance of being spotted. There is a menu to request your meals and you will be monitored most of the time. If you don't try to escape or hurt yourself in the coming week then I think everything will go just fine. Otherwise... Well, at least I'll have a few days to come up with an alternative."

Thornhill settled back and waited until the estate came into view. He messaged the driver on the other side of the windows, "Pull around to the staff entrance." To his bodyguard he said, "We will fit her with an ankle monitor. You've done that before, right?" The big man just nodded.

 

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Val looked out the window at the large estate- it was certainly quite impressive. She wondered how many people lived here and what other kinds of rooms it had. It was possible it also had a basement as well, on top of the already massive house.

The ankle monitor was bad news. How was she supposed to escape with something strapped to her leg that would give away her location? She thought bitterly that this was the whole point of it, after all. She needed to stay alive for Bobbi, so maybe it was worth not doing anything too rash until she was able to get an email or figure out how to get the bracelet off.

“I don’t think you have to worry. I’m the most docile woman you’ll ever meet.” She gave him a small smirk before continuing to look out the window at her new “home.”

It wasn’t long before they pulled up to the servant’s quarters, the big bodyguard getting out first, then Mr. Thornhill, and then Val herself. The gravel crunched under their feet as they walked inside.

 

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The Bodyguard gestured for Val to sit just inside the staff housing which was also the kitchen. Mr. Thornhill just nodded, "I'll check in on you shortly." He turned and walked back to the main estate.

Around her, the women in the kitchen wandered about making a meal. They would cast glances to Val but otherwise payed her little attention or met her eyes. When told to sit the guard walked to a small closet and came back. The ankle monitor was a metal wire that could have been mistaken for an bracelet. Smooth and silver it was measured out, then this tool that took several clamps to snip the wire. a machined connector was used to join both ends and then the guard pulled out his cell phone.

A tracking app showed up on his phone and he used the same tool to crimp the metal connector in place. It was clear no normal tools would cut this off. Maybe a power tool if Val wanted to risk cutting off her own foot or toes. Once the tool had served it's purposed he put them back in a wall safe with biometric lock.

"Show her to her room." He told one of the girls.

"This way." Said a matronly woman who threw down her hand towel. "Follow me, deary." She didn't ask to take Val's coat and just gestured for her to follow up the steps. Val's room was one of the first few doors they passed. It was very rustic with door, floors, stairs and railings all made from dark wood.

In Val's room was a bed, small dresser and a night stand with lamp and alarm clock. "Toilets are at the end of this hall. Full bath is on the first floor with the kitchen. There is a library for books if you'd like to read anything. No Telly I'm afraid." The older woman explained. "There is a menu in the night stand. I'm told you'll be requesting up to 3 meals a day. No wine I'm afraid."

 

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She wondered if the women in the kitchen were spoken for, or were simply left alone due to their long service to the household. Or maybe they were occasionally ravished by a guard, the man, or his son. At this point she didn’t know if the man had any more children or family in the manor, but if he did, she wouldn’t put it past them to poach the staff for a quickie.

Val watched him put the ankle monitor on. “Wow. It’s so tasteful. You could almost forget that it tracks my every move.” She mused out loud. In truth, it very much concerned her. This wasn’t some box on a belt that she could jimmy off if she needed to, this was a high-tech device made of really sturdy metal. It would be difficult to get past this hurdle if she wanted to escape, especially since the tool for it was locked up so securely.

In some ways she was glad the woman didn’t take her coat, she felt exposed enough as it was. She followed the woman to her room and looked around at her accommodations, nodding every now and then at her. “Thank you, I’ll probably make use of the library, then.” Stepping into the room, she turned and looked at the woman, bringing her coat closer around herself.

“Can you tell me a little bit about the family that lives here?” She asked.

 

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"The Thornhills? Well, I donna know much." The older woman started saying, "I do know that when the virus started taking all but the few women who were immune, Mr. Thornhill tried to save was many from his company and home as he could. Or so I hear."

"I've only been here a short time. I'm past my years for having children and for a while Mr. Thornhill was makin' deals for women who couldn't have children. Seemed his wife had died and he had no interest in havin' a mistress. So they say."

"Since then he's take on a hand full of women. He has a few he keeps for his own pleasure, the others are treats for his men on rare occasion. Keeps 'em motivated I suppose. Only seen four times a man just shoving one o'me girls against a wall and havin' his way. Every time, I never seen that man again."

She shrugged, "Make no mistake. He has his parties, and those communal girls have no idea who's baby they're havin' but most o'them are gonna be giving up their child for adoption. The girls fetchin' the highest price."

She shook her head, "But I'd rather be here than to worry every time a man looks at me he's tryin' to think of a reason NOT to shove his filthy cock in me." She pet Val's hair, "I'm sorry, love. But I fear yer young enough to be enduring for a long time."

 

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Val thought about what she was saying. So Mr. Thornhill has a wife that died during all of this, he went through a period of mourning in which he wasn’t interested in women, and then he acquired two for his personal use. Given the social climate of the world they were in, he seemed like he might be a fellow with some morals, at least.

That being said, Val still was disgusted by the idea of communal girls with which his soldiers and staff could have a good time, or even purchasing girls for sex for himself or his son. He may be somewhat decent, but he was still like all the rest of them at heart.

She couldn’t help but feel somewhat comforted by the older woman’s touch. It had been years since she had seen her own mother, so she welcomed the maternal petting of her hair. Her eyes softened considerably, “Thank you, but I don’t intend to stay here forever.”

“He said that I’m specifically for his son on his 18th birthday, can you tell me anything about him?” She was curious what kind of man her “betrothed” would be. He would only be about a year younger than herself, so she imagined he might still have some maturing to do.

 

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"Tony Thornhill? Well, I know little. He acts proper and I think he has a girlfriend from school but not sure about more. I know he's good at sports, soccer I believe. But that's all I know."

She paused to think for a moment, "You may want to speak with Ms. Crowley. She works in the main house. We're too far removed." she gestured to the ankle 'jewlery' saying, "So long as you don't leave the estate grounds you are free to go where you wish." She pointed to her own.

Val would quickly learn that she was allowed to go where she wished so long as she didn't meet Tony early.

 

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“Tony...” she said quietly. So that was the name of the guy who would soon hold her leash. She wondered how his girlfriend would feel about him also having a mistress to fuck when she wasn’t in the mood. Come to think of it, his girlfriend was probably basically betrothed to him if she didn’t want to spend the rest of her life bent over, not having his protection. In that case, it probably didn’t matter how she felt about Val.

Val nodded, thanking her. “I had best change into some suitable clothes then.” She then bid her goodbye, closed the door, and went to the dresser, opening it to see some clothes. There were mostly dresses, but she found some pants and a shirt, as well as a hat and scarf. She stripped off her schoolgirl outfit and donned the more comfortable clothes, wrapping the scarf around her face and using the hat to conceal her hair. Lastly, she put the long jacket back on. If she ran into him, she didn’t want him to know who she was. Not only to avoid the wrath of the household, but also so that she could get a feel for him as a person.

She was used to sneaking around and pretending to be someone else, so she hoped that she would be able to move about as inconspicuously as possible.

Mr. Thornhill had suggested exploring the grounds in the early morning, so she set her alarm for 4:00 am, sitting on the bed and looking at the menu. Val closed it and opened the door to her room, going down the hall to check out the library.

 

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The library had a lot of books, but also Videos on disk and music. There was a computer that one could attack a media player to and download things from the server but it didn't have internet. Just a local Thornhill 'website' with information and a calendar of events as well as schedules.

Opening details about a particular day required an access number, but no user name. Probably kept things easier. Tony's Birthday was on the calendar. As for the music and movie selection, it was vast to say the least.

A young woman, probably as old as Val within a year or two, came in wearing a very sexualized maids outfit. It was akin to what Val saw Bobbi wearing last. The young woman stopped, bin of cleaning products in hand and quickly tried to cover up for modesty. "I'm sorry, miss. I didn't know anyone was in here. I can come back." She moved to leave.

 

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Val looked up when she heard the door open, and saw the maid before she herself was noticed. Standing up, she swiftly removed her hat and scarf so that the woman could see her face better.

"Wait! Please don't go on my account. I'm not like a guest or anything. Mr. Thornhill purchased me earlier today to be Tony's present for his birthday."

In trying to cover up, she only drew more attention to her own body, causing Val to glance at it before looking back up at her eyes. She didn't want to make the other woman uncomfortable, so she resolved to simply look her in the face as they spoke. After all, a glance was all it took to see the sexy maid outfit.

She wondered why they made her clean in such an outfit. Unless she was a communal sex item, the only purpose it would serve would be for men to look and admire her. It seemed like this would cause more problems then not, making them horny for a woman they weren't allowed to fuck. Therefor, she probably was fucked daily by random men, as Mr, Thornhill didn't seem to be the type to tease his guests.

"My name is Val. Do you clean in the servant's quarters only, or do you also work under Mrs. Crowley in the main house?" She gave the young woman an inviting smile.

 

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"I normally work the main house. I was sent here because there wasn't much for me to do there at the moment, and there are no guests to be shown off too." The girl calmed quite a bit. "So you're the new girl. Here for Anthony's birthday." She did a curtsy, "I'm Monica. I'm... well, there's not much to say beyond that."

She averted her eyes, clearly a bit embarrassed to continue. Probably having something to do with her 'uniform'.

 

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Val nodded thoughtfully, “They’re probably just getting everything set up for his birthday. I’ve never been rich enough or had any rich friends, so I’m not sure what a rich birthday looks like, but I imagine there a whole bunch of useless nonsense to put in order.”

She could see that the other girl was uncomfortable in her uniform, shifting and looking away as she did. “My uniform is a schoolgirl one, but I’m not wearing it again until I have to.” Val offered. “It even comes with a ribbon so I can do my hair up all cute. Me. Thornhill said it was more his turn-on than his son’s, but I suppose they had to pick something. Can you tell me anything about Tony as a person or maybe what his schedule normally looks like?”

Getting an idea for what he did most days would help her avoid him while enabling her to explore the place more.

 

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Monica shook her head, "Oh, I'm no good for that. While I work the main house a lot I don't see him often. I'm told to try not to. He's athletic, plays Hockey and is very aggressive. One of the few girls in his school dates him. When his friends come over I'm asked to keep my distance for now. Mostly, outside of cleaning, I'm either gifted to important guests and toyed with by Mrs. Thornhill when she's given time away from the hospital."

Monica stepped closer and whispered, "They say she's part of a study to find an immunization or vaccine."

Someone knocked the door open. A woman in a suit with red dyed hair slicked back. She looked old enough to be Mr. Thornhill's mother. "Monica. Come. One of the guards has been granted a boon and he picked you. You can finish up in here later."

Monica let out a sigh, met Val's eyes and forced a smile. "Yes Ma'am." she set her things down and to the side, "It was nice meeting you." The older woman let Monica go then looked Val over.

"New girl. Right. Well, I'll leave you to it. If you have any questions I'm Madam Nox. You may call me Ma'am or Madam. I'm the one who makes sure the staff stays in line, sexually speaking. If one of my girls is going swallow six dicks, I make sure I know who each dick belongs to and when the sucking will begin. You would do well to stay in your lane or find yourself re-purposed."

 

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Val had so many questions. What did she mean by Mrs. Thornhill toying with her? Was the woman jealous and cruel, or bisexual? Why would they tell her to stay away from Tony and his friends? Was the guy likely to do sick shit to women, or had Mr. Thornhill simply not wanted his underage son with another woman.? She was starting to get really apprehensive about meeting him. Being a hockey player meant he was probably very strong, and what she had said about being aggressive... The other lady had mentioned that he was a polite and well-behaved man, but she was more inclined to believe Monica since she was at the main house more often.

She was about to open her mouth to ask her a question when she heard the door knock and open, the red-haired woman entering and telling Monica about her appointment with one of the guard's cocks. "You too." Val gave her an apologetic smile before watching her leave her things and go.

Val didn't like this new woman and found her to be quite arrogant. "Alrighty, then Ma'am. If I have any trouble figuring out whose dick to suck, you'll be the first to know." She said this with a flat tone, crossing her arms over her chest.