Master's Joke

A Short Piece

So, there was a romance fiction I wrote that covered a maid targeted by a sadistic master but the sexual aspects I had to numb down so, I thought I'd give you the main incident I had originally planned to have happen but did not to the poor maid in this story... enjoy. Though I must admit, it was not good but only because it's one of those psychological ones.

There were the groans and moans of pleasure coming from the master's room again, the grunts that could only belong to the little Fallow doe named Nikita, the girl whose family had begged her once she'd come of age to become a whore. Ophelia always recognised her grunts, but she recognised the shoes by the door too as she stepped out of her seeping quarters and into the hallway of the cottage, looking towards the end room that smelt of sin. The ewe grimaced, her master had told her already that he'd decided to be the doe's first and her regular client, giving her good pay because then she would not be so defiled, where lower class males might just rip her apart. Ophelia could not believe it was so simple, he did not even have to have sex with her in order to give her money, food and warmth for the night.

With a soft groan the anxious ewe shuffled down in silence to the kitchen, keeping an eye on her hooves and trying not to make any noise that might alert her master to the fact she was awake. When he was in this mood he could be troublesome, but Ophelia shuffled to the kitchen to see the empty bottle of liquor and she dropped down onto the floor and wrapped her arms around her body. She shivered and grimaced, if Master Samuel was drunk then he was dangerous and Ophelia needed to get back to the bedroom and go to sleep. She could still remember the incident last week; he'd come back drunk from meeting the other captains he'd worked with in the war and they'd drunk a lot. His friends had tugged her skirt and tried to pull her close, but she'd escaped to the kitchen and been left alone until her master had come in.

As Ophelia shivered on the floor and looked at the empty bottle, she could not help but grab at her shoulders in anxiety as she recalled the way the master had appeared behind her and pinned her against the sink. She shivered as she remembered the plush muzzle pressing against her smooth cheeks and questioning whether she wanted to play with him and his guests. She'd remembered the feel of the stallion's huge body upon her, pushing her against the sink and then she'd recalled him leaning into her, making her gasp before he'd ground himself against her for a time as she'd shivered in her fleece and hoped he would leave her alone once he was done.

Remembering that moment, Ophelia stood herself up and spotted a bottle that was not quite empty, she threw it back, not willing to get involved in the master's cruelty and hoping it would knock her out as she then hurried in silence back to her bedroom. The moaning sounds continued and the ewe gently closed her door, still wishing it had a lock on it as she shuffled into the bed and hid herself within the covers. The only thing she knew for certain was that the master, though he came into the room and might grope at her backside or her chest when she pretended to be asleep, he would never hurt her and would in fact kiss her. She was safe when she was asleep and so Ophelia threw the blanket over her head and begged for sleep to come quickly.

It was still hard to believe that only two months ago she'd been a maid in the palace, attacked by several young officers and the stallion captain had come out and rescued her. He'd been such a gentleman, so eager to protect and then rather suddenly he'd requested to purchase her after someone had stated that she'd gone and stolen coal! She'd lived in the servant's quarters of the palace, how could she have even thought to steal something she couldn't use? Coming out to his lonely place, the head maid of her old home had told her straight up that being an orphan, no one would care what happened to her and no one would be there to help her if her master abused her. Ophelia had not thought any abuse would take place, but it was terrifying when he began to come into her room when she was asleep to grope at her.

Now Ophelia had learnt to fear his dark mood and learnt from others that visited about the cruelty he had inflicted upon the women and children of the enemy. He'd apparently created sadistic games for his soldiers to enjoy, purely so the screams of those he hurt would make the enemy soldiers captured, weep in understanding that they'd made a terrible mistake. It seemed his thoughts on the predators were the ones he'd gained the most satisfaction in torturing and with the wars against the wolves still the old shame of the kingdom from decades ago, Ophelia could understand why that might be the case as Captain Samuel still bore a bite to his chest from his bravery as a child trying to rescue his mother from the invasion long before Ophelia was born.

She remained quiet in the bed, getting sleepy the more she considered how she'd come to this place and just how beautiful the big dapple grey stallion was. Any female would melt under his warm gaze, but they would shiver under the more common, colder expression that claimed all were despised. But Ophelia was almost completely taken into dreamland when she heard the master's bedroom door open and one of her ears straightened up to listen in to the soft sounds of the dainty limbs of the little doe stepping out of the room. She listened as Nikita then approached her door and gently opened it, stepping inside and whispering out to Ophelia carefully.

Ophelia was confused, the ewe had not expected the doe to come in and check on her, but it was likely she would ask to borrow something to sew back up. Ophelia slowly sat up in the bed, groaning softly in confusion as she looked across to the fallow doe with her spotted hide and then Ophelia's eyes widened... Nikita was totally naked and it was clear to see how she'd been hollowed out as her gaping red-raw lips were visible as she walked cautiously over... cum dripping down onto the floor. It was a horrifying image to see and Ophelia was not sure if it was her master playing mind games, but Ophelia got up and over to her dresser, pulling out clothes and bringing them over to the bed before lighting a candle to see better against the light of the hall and to see the way red welts were drawn all over Nikita's body... but the doe was smiling.

"I'm not hurt... don't look so scared, this is quite kind of him." Nikita beamed softly and Ophelia froze, staring at the doe in confusion and despair. If this look, this painful looking body was something 'gentle' from the master, then she did not know wat was rough! Grimacing, Ophelia stepped over, stretching out her cloven hooves to hold onto the daintier cloven hooves of the other. They held each other, Ophelia hoping she would give some kind of comfort to the prostitute, when Nikita gave a funny sort of giggle and then pressed forward, her cute button nose pressing against Ophelia's smoother muzzle and forcing a kiss. Ophelia pulled back in utter shock, hearing Nikita giggle before she grasped hold of the ewe's wrist and steered her back to the bed. "Don't worry... I'm going to make sure it won't hurt you at all, I'm going to make sure you're ready because you've got a duty to your master!"

"What! What are you on about? Let go of me!" Ophelia was shocked by the doe's strength as she was suddenly barged onto her bed and straddled by the doe. The sheep gave an anxious bleat, trying to wriggle free as the deer then grasped hold of Ophelia's breasts within the soft wool and gave them a firm squeeze and Ophelia gave a bleat of shock. Nikita then pulled and tugged the clothing aside, yanking it out of the way and then up over Ophelia's face, covering her eyes as Nikita then tied the ewe's wrists together over her head with a giggle. Ophelia gave a moan of horror, kicking out with her legs and begging to be freed as the doe then slid to the bottom of the bed, hanging off the end slightly and pulling Ophelia's legs apart.

Ophelia continued to wriggle and kick about, trying to get up or roll free, her face covered and unable to see or sense anything against her panic. As she struggled, the doorway was filled by Samuel as the tall stallion, just wearing his braies, stepped quietly into the room. He stood right behind the deer and produced a crop, making Nikita shrink slightly in anxiety before he lay the crop into the doe's hands, no instructions needed as she grasped it. She then gave a soft moan, taking the crop and slowly stroking t down the middle of Ophelia's wool, making the ewe freeze at the strange sensation before the crop was lifted again. Its little leathery hoop gently stroked around the top of her nipples that strained out as Ophelia gave a sharp gasp of anxiety.

"Don't panic... if you behave, you won't be scolded... don't you remember that lesson?" Nikita beamed, keeping her backside up in the air and pressed against the stallion's groin, feeling his erection forming within his tight clothing. He was grinning in amusement, his big hoof gently laying upon the doe's hip, stroking it gently to reassure Nikita that she was playing by his rules. Ophelia though was terrified, she recalled that the first lesson she'd been given in this household was that keeping quiet and obeying meant she would not get a reprimand, but that she should never think to correct what the master was doing. She'd crossed the line just once, trying to remove his alcohol from him and she'd been given a brief few flicks with this crop across her backside... enough to leave one red line that had stung for a week.

"What do you want..." Ophelia whimpered within her clothes, terrified of what was to happen to her when the doe just giggled and gently stroked the crop against her nipples to make her flinch. Ophelia was not sure why she was obeying the doe, why was she being attacked by someone she'd been kind to? But very quickly... the ewe realised there must be some heavier presence in the room and she shivered in terror, feeling the oppression and the fear-inducing darkness. The sheep could guess that the master was in the room and that Nikita might be in just as much trouble as she was, it was a catch-22 with Ophelia wishing to help the other, wishing not to see her master's anger, but then risking the same upon herself is she accepted these actions. "Why?"

"I won't hurt you if you behave... but you have to behave." The doe stated and Ophelia knew she had no choice and just had to try and stomach something she otherwise could not. The ewe shivered gently as the doe's warm breath rolled over her groin and the figure gave a giggle as she brought a hoof to Ophelia's pink and untouched pussy, giggling against to see how pale it was and how there was no disturbance on the neat fuzz of wool to say it had ever been touched or clipped. She grinned and pressed her hoof to the warm woolly lips, spreading them out slowly as Ophelia blushed and grimaced in the uncomfortable sensation of being touched by someone she did not want to touch her at all! But she did not make a bleat as Nikita grinned. "Its so neat and tidy... look how pink... so pretty, I bet you've never touched it! Have you?"

"I've never had the... the time." Ophelia whimpered anxiously, trying not to start sobbing as someone commented on the fact that she had always been too exhausted from work or sharing space to take the time. If you never knew it, how could you miss it or desire it? But Ophelia gave a gasp of shock as the lips were spread open more and the doe breathed over the little pink pearl to watch it twitch as Nikita gave a happy little giggle. She turned her head towards Samuel, who was looking very happy as he eased his huge fat, pink length out and lay it calmly over the deer's back as her little tail wiggled in excitement. That hefty, heavy length was warm and pleasant, almost as long as the stallion's own limbs as it swelled with his growing pleasure to witness the situation before Nikita then beamed.

"I'm going to make you feel good here." Nikita whispered softly, leaning more forward and then opening her mouth. She then began to stroke her long thin tongue over the neat little gash and Ophelia gave a bleat. The ewe then kicked out, unwilling to be touched and hitting Nikita firmly on the nose. The deer pulled back, only to give a shuddering intake as the stallion grasped her face and tilted the neat long muzzle up to look at him. He was checking if she'd been injured, but there was none and his eyes were narrowing. Nikita trembled, she knew if she did not react and control the situation, she'd get hurt with the crop instead... so far she'd not been harmed for sexual gratification, but when the Captain's mood was this dark and controlling, anything could happen and Nikita gave a groan. "That was uncalled for, I was trying to be nice."

The doe then grasped the crop and suddenly flicked it firmly against Ophelia's inner thigh, making her hips jolt and Ophelia give out a groan of pain. Then Nikita hit the other leg, not making much of mark but still making the ewe bleat out before whimpering in fear. Ophelia had tears in her eyes, her thighs were throbbing with a terrible sting and worse still, she realised that the fear had caused her clitoris to stand up and get wet! Ophelia gave a soft wail, she had not wanted to get aroused from this, she couldn't get aroused by it... but she felt the eyes of the master and worse still it made her unwillingly aroused!

"Behave now... this is only to make you ready..." Nikita stated, before she brought up her hooves again, lowering the crop and pressing both to Ophelia's groin as she groaned and whimpered. Once more the doe peeled the lips aside to show off the swelling clit and the dampening pussy to the master who gave a smile and then gently he pressed his hooves to Nikita's backside. He gently rubbed the head of his cock against the slickened but still tight tailhole as the doe froze, her trembling passing into Ophelia's body as she grit her teeth. She did not know what was happening with the doe, but she could tell the master was around and it terrified her as she then heard Nikita give a sharp grunt in pain and pushed against Ophelia as the ewe gave a groan.

The stallion had spat into his hoof and then gently stroked and pulled the doe's backside as open as he could with soft pumping motions as the squelching had filled the air before he'd brought his cock up to the tight hole. He'd given Nikita a firm look and she'd given a heavy gulp before then bringing her neat head down to lap against the soft pink pussy as Ophelia had given and groan and her hips had jolted slightly. She was shocked and worried, the sensation not unpleasant but not what she had expected at all as she groaned and then felt that tongue slurping and licking away before Nikita had given a sharp gasp of pain that had worried the ewe, before the licking had continued.

Nikita was trying not to grit her teeth, closing her eyes and shedding a tear as that thick cock had pushed right into her body and slowly burrowed deep into her ass. The doe's taut little cheeks felt like they were being split as Samuel grasped her cheeks and stretched them out. The slight stinging pain was overwhelmed by the heavy throbbing of her passage around the giant length that she could feel going into her stomach. She wanted to be sick, but she focused the drool from it upon the neat little pussy that was starting to glisten with her tongue's gentility. Samuel did not bother moving, he just let Nikita's own movements as she lapped away do all the work as she kept her eyes clenched.

This was all part of the master's power play, he never liked to do much when he was in this mood, everything here was about what they knew they would have to do for him and Nikita had a lot of work to do. She had to keep licking as Ophelia moaned and groaned in pleasure and anxiety whilst clenching with her backside to stroke her body up and down his length. It was difficult, but she would be freed form ever having to do what she was doing now, if she prepared Ophelia as requested! Ophelia's hips were quivering, gritting her teeth as she gave soft little bleats of anxiety as she felt a strange warmth building inside her that would get suddenly sharp and urge her that it felt wonderful. But the ewe wanted to sob rather than moan, tears were still falling but not because her thighs were still stinging, but because she did not know what the master was up to.

Nikita grimaced, giving a soft moan for the stretching and weight inside her body that was pushing on deeper and deeper, making her groan before she kept hr muzzle to the sheep snatch and lapped and sucked at Ophelia's clitoris. The pressure in Nikita's body was severe, she'd never accepted it from this angle before and the stallion's shaft seemed to drill in deeper and deeper. He hips moved slowly though, the long strokes so desperately exciting and yet so infuriating all at once that Nikita wanted to burst into tears whilst then licked her long tongue around the opening as it leaked more and more of the ewe's juice.

Ophelia groaned, her hips squeezing more as that damn tongue really stuffed itself in and made her whole body burn. She kept squeezing with her body, desperate to push the tongue out but also push out whatever strange building sensation she was feeling. Hidden within her nightdress, the tears were still trickling from her eyes as the ewe gave a nervous bleat before rather shockingly, one more squeeze came with a squirt and wave of relief to make her moan. She squirted into Nikita's face and suddenly the fawn gave a retching gasp as Samuel pulled right out! The young doe collapsed onto her knees, her body quivering, her arse twitching and gaping as she stared at the wet splash on the end of her muzzle as she shivered.

As Ophelia was panting heavily from the sensation of it all, she heard the sound of the master's hooves clicking against the ground before Nikita stood up with a groan. The deer's legs were bowed as she tried not to fall over again, one flick of the heavy head of the stallion telling her to leave to his room and so Nikita went. She was not sure she could cope if the master wanted more from her, but she was glad she'd pleased him enough that she was bound to be paid very well for this work. Samuel though was soon holding his huge shaft, watching the way his favourite servant was quivering from the pleasure of her first clitoral orgasm, but also in anticipation for her master... or so he liked to think.

The stallion was amused, he brought his damp cockhead to her pussy, rubbing its burning hot form against her wetness with a lick sound as she twitched and whimpered beneath the covering. Ophelia knew without a doubt that it was her master's huge phallus that was rubbing at her opening and she grimaced. She whimpered out for her master not to do it, but Samuel was just smiling... the more she whimpered the more he liked it. He rubbed and stroked his wet head over her snatch before then pushing in with a wet sound. She gave a gasp of pain, the huge head pulling her open as she pushed her hips upward and gave out a yelp.

"No master! Please! It hurts!" Ophelia bleated, but curiously the stallion only sat the tip in slightly, keeping it in place and rubbing it steadily as she moved about in pain. Her body wrestled about, her arms lifting up to try and pull the nightdress down as the stretching heat kept her spread with no relief. She wished he would either push it all the way in or take it out. The pain was too much but worse was how she could feel it swelling as she tried to buck and get him off, her legs lifting and her hooves kicking at his thick thighs. But he just gave a soft chuckle and then a slight groan before pulling himself out as she gave a sob of pain.

However, Ophelia was startled when the stallion then jerked himself that little bit more to completion, cumming in a hot wet spray onto her belly before he gave a seemingly soft grunt. She froze in horror as the nightdress was pulled back down and the stallion squished the fabric against his cum stain on her belly. He rubbed it down, just chuckling to himself at the sight of terror upon her face before he took a tissue from her bedside table and wiped himself clean. As she trembled and shivered, tears leaking from her eyes and her thighs sore with red welts, the stallion just gave a smug expression of amusement.

"I always wondered what that would be like..." With that he left and Ophelia pulled her blankets about her tightly, her thighs and her pussy sore and pained as she looked out towards the stallion's departing form. She had no idea what was going on with her master but she knew now, she knew there was no doubt that time was running out and soon enough, her master would penetrate her fully, whether she wanted him to or not.