The maid went deathly pale but had no choice to comply with the orders of the lecherous heir of the Sosis family. Hands shaking with fear and trepidation, the maid came over and tried to clean the table from the side opposite to the one that was adjacent to the couch. She wanted to keep as much distance as possible from the lecher.
"Finish cleaning this side first." Raisman instructed still in the same casual tone of manner that implied no interest whatsoever. But the maids knew otherwise.
She faltered at first but then came over to his side and bent down a little bit to clean the table as fast as possible.
With all her willpower, she kept her focus at the table instead of being afraid for the attack that might or might not come.
But as was the nature's rule, good things never came and the disasters came in groups. When she least expected it her tied up hair were yanked back with enough force to pull them out completely. Thankfully she had always had strong hair or her scalp might have been ripped off.
She screamed and thrashed her hands as the pain started to consume her senses. Even though she knew that the torture had begun, there was no way to minimize the pain.
Raisman pulled her into his lap by pulling her hair uncaring about her painful wails. The expression on his face was relaxed like it was the norm for him.
The maid felt as if she had fallen into an abyss from where crawling out was impossible. She knew what was about to transpire but was powerless to stop it from happening.
Before she could truly make up her mind, Raisman grabbed onto her breast with one hand while his second hand pulled on her hair as he yanked back her head and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She closed her teeth in defiance as she blocked his tongue from entering her mouth but Raisman remained unperturbed as the force on her breast kept increasing. The soft mound of flesh in his hand was twisted into various shapes like she worked on the dough in kitchen.
Hatred took over her instincts as she did the only thing she could in such a situation. She hated him with all her guts as he took advantage of his position as the heir of the Sosis family and had his way with her.
As she twisted and screamed in his lap from his torturous touch, her mouth opened and the tongue that had been banging on the door guarded by her teeth was invaded by the foreign tongue that sought her demise.
Raisman didn't have any intention to stop as his fingers played with her stiff and perky nipples with one hand and his other hand snaked its way towards her womanhood with practiced accuracy.
The maid couldn't resist him for long and was soon exhausted as if she had lost all energy and any life that she had in her. Her eyes looked on into the distance lifelessly as tears leaked from her eyes while Raisman continued to ravage her.
Raisman didn't seem satisfied with such a lifeless response to his advances as he became angry; angrier than she had ever seen him. Fear was a powerful motivator and there was no one more fear inducing than Raisman in the Sosis family; at least for the maids who were always the target of his overflowing lust and perverted fantasies.
Raisman pushed the maid towards the table and the maid unable to gain her balance in time, struck the table in full force as she lay sprawled on it with the wind knocked out of her.
Raisman was right behind her as her hair were yanked back once again; this time with so much force that she felt her neck about to break.
"Do you think you can escape? You are mine 'Diana'. No one can take you from me…" Raisman was fantasizing again as he imagined that the maid was Diana whom he had been lusting after for so long.
The maid felt his burning breath on the back of her neck and felt disgusted but her fear didn't let her show it to him. She knew that she had to act docile if she wanted to live through it; she knew it instinctively.
Looking at the table she heard the rustling of clothes as Raisman pulled of his clothes after tearing off hers. Her clothes lay in tatters at her feet as her assets hung free and clung to the table. She didn't dare to move as she waited for Raisman to do whatever he intended to do with her.
"You are mine…from the moment I first saw you I knew that I must have you. I will make sure you keep crawling under my crotch for the rest of your life." Raisman threatened.
The maid knew that the young master was fantasizing again. All his words weren't directed at her but at the new girl that had caught his attention; the young lady of the Luther family.
Raisman freed his hard member from his pants and pushed it into her womanhood without the slightest hesitation. The maid squirmed as a result but Raisman spanked the defiance out of her.
The red marks on her perky bottom and the bruises on her lower back were fear inducing to say the very least. Like a piston in an accelerating internal combustion engine, he began ramming her insides with increasing velocity and force. Her screams erupted as he ravaged her with every ounce of his strength.
He imagined the face Diana would make when he first had his way with her. He wanted to see her defiant attitude crumble in front of him as he made her his possession. She had always been very arrogant with the support of her father and her powerful brother but now that one had died and other had turned into a cripple, he couldn't wait to see how she would have to beg him for his help on her knees like a good little bitch.
As the force of the thrusts increased and the pleasure took over his mind, his knees began to grow weaker and he leaned forward and put his chin on her shoulder as he breathed in her scent. He pictured how Diana would smell like as he played with her perky tits.
Unable to hold back her pain due to the iron grip on her breasts, the maid yelped as she threw back her head bringing Raisman out of his fantasy.
Jerked back to reality by the sudden pained yelp of the poor maid, Raisman roared in anger as the fog in his mind cleared and he saw the face of the maid he had been pounding relentlessly.
His anger took over as he pushed the maid onto the table once again and pulled out his leather belt from the pants he had been wearing. In his wrath Raisman whipped the poor maid who was already close to peeing herself and left several deep gashes on her back. He thrashed her relentlessly until she stopped squirming and began to shed silent tears of helplessness.
Unaware of someone entering the study behind him, Raisman kept whipping the girl with his belt until it split into two pieces and fell towards the opposite corners of the study. Throwing the short end of the belt that was still in his hand, Raisman cursed under his breath as he glared at the bare back of the maid that was slowly turning purple and was bleeding in various places. With one last kick on her back, Raisman told her to scram.
The maid ran like her life depended on it. She felt that her soul had come back from the reaches of hell and if she stayed even a second longer, her life could be in danger or she might even get trapped with the evil monster that had ravaged her earlier.
As she ran, she found the master of the household standing at the entrance to the study as if he had been waiting for Raisman to finish his round before entering.
The maid cursed the master of the household with hatred in her eyes because she knew that he wasn't going to do anything about the injustice she suffered at the hands of his son. She had already seen it happen to her sisters and was sure that she was going to suffer the same fate if she decided to pursue justice as well.