The Deception

The next day, early in the morning, Sav'era made her way towards Lord Roujin's chambers in the palace. He was an influential noble, who was allowed to dwell within the palace itself so as to be close to the court. His dwelling were smaller than he could get elsewhere in the city, but merely being here was an expression of power and wealth. Sav'era had spent the rest of the day yesterday learning as much as she could about him.

He employed a full staff, which he selected himself. His home consisted of multiple chambers, and a good section of the lower palace. He had his own personal kitchens, dining area and bathing area and among the staff, he was notorious for being cruel and cold. He was distantly related to Susan's family, through marriage or somesuch.

That morning, instead of the poor maid who Sav'era had found crying in the woods, the demon herself visited the lord. She waited outside of his chambers clad in the black and white lacy dress of a maid. Her face was fixed with a smile that was both nervous and yet happy, and her hands were firmly behind her back. The door opened, and a middle aged man peered at her. He was dressed finely, but obviously was not the lord himself.

"And who are you?" The man asked. "If you are seeking Lord Roujin, I am afraid that he does not have much time to converse with mere staff. I hope it is important."

"Um," Sav'era sounded nervous, adjusting her body language to subtly imply innocence and anxiety. Such things were second nature to a succubus who fed off the desires of others. She'd played this role many times. "I'm afraid that the last maid you were sent has fallen ill."

"Fallen ill you say?"

"Yes. She fell and broke her leg, sir." Sav'era threw in a curtsy. People liked curtsies. "I'm the replacement for the foreseeable future."

"Hmmm." The head servant was suspicious. "Usually Lord Roujin prefers to pick out his own servants, but I shall call him and ask for his opinion."

The door closed on her face and she heard muttered talking. Then, someone else came to open this. This was surely Lord Roujin. He was twenty something with a powerful body and a handsome face. He had dark hair, closely cut to his skull, and blue eyes which twinkled with coldness and malice. There was nothing warm about the man. Nothing lovable. She knew that humans didn't have her ability to read emotions, but surely this was obvious? How had no one realised his true nature?

"The last maid, Elona, has been taken sick?" He growled. "That is annoying. I spent so much time picking her out too."

"I know sir," Sav'era said. "But I was hoping that you might find me an acceptable replacement. I promise that I will serve you as well as she would have!"

"Is that so?" He sneered at her. "Well, you're quite the looker, so I suppose I could do worse. Tell me, are you descended from a noble family? Your looks far too fine to be just another commoner."

"I...I do not know sir," Sav'era said. "I never knew my father..."

"Probably the child of some affair then," Roujin decided. "But at least you look good, so I will work with. Yes. Very well. I accept you. Come inside and close the door."

Sav'era did as she was asked, stepping into the chambers of the rogue lord. The door slammed shut behind her with a heavy thud. As soon as she was through, Sav'era blinked in surprise. Roujin had other female servants, and not a single one of them had a proper scrap of clothes! Sav'era counted at least three of them standing there. One of them had her nipples pierced, connected to a set of chains which held a trey at chest height. Her hands were cuffed behind her back.

Another servant, this one with blond hair, was standing behind Roujin with a leash around her throat. She was blushing, and averted her eyes from Sav'era. The final servant was sitting under the table, a spreader bar was forcing her legs apart and her pussy was wet and aroused, as if someone had been recently playing with it.

Roujin grinned, Sav'era's face grew red. She - or at least, the maid she was playing - would doubtless be utterly horrified to see the state of these other servants. She felt Roujin's hand on her shoulder.

"Welcome to my world," The rogue lord grinned. "I hope you'll enjoy your stay because you're not leaving until I say you can."