Go west down the hall.

You enter the servant's living room, a small room with a door to the south and a hallway running north, that has a few tattered couches arranged in a semicircle around an old TV with rabbit ears duct taped to the top.

Johann is reclining on the couch and looks up from his book as you enter. "What did I tell you about walking around naked, you silly cunt?"

Johann stands and looms over you. He twists your arms behind you and bends you forward painfully. You protest in vain as he walks you into his room, bends you over an arm chair and ties your wrists behind you, using a loop that runs under your armpits, and back behind your neck, to keep your hands pinioned up between your shoulderblades.

"Now," he says, "I know that in the constant fantasies that run through your little head you're naked and collared as a matter of course. All that is fine as far as it goes, and I enjoy fucking you as much as any other bloke in this nuthouse." He pulls his belt free from his pants as he talks. You look up at him over your bare shoulder, frightened. He's doubling the belt over into a loop.

"Lester Smith is dead, Josephine. Your days of playing out little chambermaid **** fantasies with him are over. It's not a fucking game anymore, you hear me? It's real!"

He brings the belt down on your ass. The leather strap cuts into your naked flesh. You cry out in pain.

"Fucking rich bitch," he mutters. "I've had to put up with spoiled brats like you for too long now. You want to slum it with the help? Fine. You're mine now. As far as the new boss is concerned, you're just a nubile little sexpot of a maid. And you better put out for him."

He lays into your ass with nine more strokes of his belt. By the end you're sobbing.

But the worst of it is, once he's done, he slides his finger into your vagina - and it slips in like a knife through butter. You're crying like a baby, but your body's reacting to it like...well, the closest analogy you can come up is when you get a really amazing blowjob. You're feeling like that right now. After being humiliated and whipped. What the fuck is going on?

Johann rolls you onto your back on the bed. He glares down at you in disgust. He spits, and a hot globule of his spittle lands right between your bare breasts.

"Get decent, bitch." Johann stalks out of the room.