The matriarch finds you

The way back to your room is long and dark, as you almost have to cross the entire mansion on the way to the servants quarters. It's too late already for a maid to be wandering around the house aimlessly and you are still expected to wake up tomorrow at the same hour. In your hurry to get back to your room, you commit a terrible mistake: instead of using the longer adjacent route fit for the servants, you go through the main hall, expecting to find it empty at this hour of the night.

But the matriarch of the house never rest.

You are not the one to spot lady Cassandra, she is the one to see you first, and so her voice seems to come out of nowhere, from the very shadows of the night, to judge your indiscretion. "What are you doing here?"

You look to your side, startled. The lustrous door to her office is half opened and the warm light of a desk light comes from here. Lady Cassandra Barton sit at that desk, almost ten meters away from you in her gigantic room, she still wears the same black suit she had in this morning's interview on TV, and she carefully reads some business papers spread before her. See doesn't even look to you, and there is no way that she was able to see you from that far away with the darkness that surrounds you, but she knows you are there.

"You are the new one, aren't you?" She says, still not looking up. "Answer this time."

"I am, lady Cassandra."

"Come closer. I do not wish to tire my voice."

Your first steps into her office are slow, your little maid heels make the only sound that announces your presence. It's a weak an inconsistent sound. The path to your boss and owner seems to take a complete eternity, and when you get close enough she makes you wait there in silence. You are too close to her now, you dread to think about what would happen if she only lifted her head just a little just now. Would she recognise you? Would she see in you the eyes of her lost husband? How would she react? Surprise? Love? Hate?...

...Lust?

Lady Cassandra finishes to read her current carpet of reports and closes it, leaving it at the top of a pile of finished documents. "Bring these to the room on the right. Section 3B. Just leave them in their drawer." She still hasn't look up to you, a new carpet with papers is already spread before her, and those are more important than you, those deserve her attention. You take the pile carpet with your soft hands. It's surprisingly heavy and unhandly, but you do not dare to protest. You look up and see a door connecting directly to the room she indicated and so you start to walk in that direction. You have a hard time opening that door while carrying the papers, but you still manage to do it.

You turn of the light and see a room full of drawers to store documents and other important womanly things, there is even a few safeboxes and what appears to be wrapped paintings and statues, but that's is not what catches your eye.

In the opposite side of the room there is a clean wall, and a man is chained there.

He is tall and muscular, a weird and fetishistic characteristic for a man, but really sought after in the right circles. He has a red ball-gag stuffed in his mouth, some mechanism attached to the wall is forcing his legs apart while slowly **** his ass with a black latex rod, moving at a mechanical and unrelenting rhythm He has a gigantic member, much bigger than yours, but it is caged in a weird metallic and rubbery structure chained to his torso, that seems to be pumping him with the same insufferable slowness, there is a cute an pink container at the tip, to store the cum, and you can clearly see that it is half full. The man opens his eyes and looks at you in terror, a cry for help dies in her ball gag, and you read the desperation in his eyes, the pleading for salvation. You freeze before him, not knowing what to do.

"Please, pay no attention to the dog." The voice of lady Cassandra sounds as neutral as if she had told you to bring her coffee. That's when you know for sure that you have no option to disobey, you find the drawer with the '3B' mark, you open it and store the documents there. The cries for help of the chained man grow louder when he sees you leaving, not daring to look back at him, but they die once you close the door behind you.

"So which one of my daughters has her eyes on you?"

"I... em..."

"You doubt? That's not a good sign for you, boy. Let me tell you something about my daughters: they don't like to share. I haven't raise them to share but to win. And let me tell you something about myself... nothing hides from me in this house for too long." She points to the side of her desk where you see a group of four monitors, stacked in a square, three of them are off and show only black but the one that she wants you to see shows the hall you were crossing before. That's how she knew you where walking by her door. How many more rooms can she watch from here? Does it record? ...How much has she ...seen?

You are sweaty and trembling. She still hasn't raised her head to look at you this close. She has only see you through pixelated cameras from a distance. There is no way that she had recognised you...

...Right?

"I don't care what game my daughters are up to." Says the lady Cassandra. "It is completely natural for women their age to crave some lowly cock, even if it is not in their interest. After all we still have the genetic memory from when we were huntresses, and if they are both after you... well, the competitiveness of the free market is what has made this country great. Though you still work in my house, boy, do not forget that. I wont tolerate any sloppiness from you... Unless it is commanded. Do you understand me, boy?"

"Yes, my la..."

"Get the fuck out of my office."

"Yes, my lady."