From then on, we saw Mr LeClair regularly. Almost daily.
Time could not make me shake off my apprehension over this man, but I grew accustomed to his presence. I couldn't fault his behaviour with me or my mother.
Of course, Mother was besotted with her 'Little Armand'. Everything is said was repeated incessantly. Every detail of his visit, no matter how small, was discussed and magnified in importance for days.
One morning, after Mr LeClair had left our house, having spent the night there, Mother asked me to sit down and, holding my hand firmly, said:
'Auguste has asked us to move in with him. Isn't this splendid?'
I wondered if this wasn't perhaps too rash of him. After all, he had known Mother for but a month.
'He said it's more practical this way. It's quite inconvenient to move from one bet to another,' she replied.
'I suppose that is true. So, when is the ceremony?' I asked.
My mother looked puzzled:
'The ceremony?'
'If he wants you to live with him, isn't he marrying you?'
Mother laughed in a dismissive way, although I believe I could detect an uncomfortable note in its sound:
'This is a big city. Everything is modern. No more of those superstitions! This is what Armand says.'
I insisted that it was still a nice gesture, and, after all, he was not married, and he seemed to have honest intentions for her.
'If you're living with him and are not just his mistress, why can't he marry you?'
She dropped my hand and stood up, sighing impatiently:
'I don't understand your behaviour! We have finally found a good friend to help us, and you look for ways to push him away… My little daughter, you still entertain foolish notions that are of no use to a lady and would only be suitable to a servant.'
While I had no direct reason to dislike our host, I hadn't told my mother was had passed between me and Grin, and I had no further reason to present to reasonably refuse Mr LeClair's invitation.
Furthermore, Mother was obviously worried that the catch only held the bait with the edge of its teeth and that the hook had not secured it permanently.
I therefore relented.
So, as anticipated, we locked up the apartment we had inhabited since our eviction, and we moved our belongings to the LeClair house.
Upon our arrival, our host had demanded that the staff lined up in the yard before the house to greet us.
Mother shook their hands, as each one of them introduced themselves to her.
Here's the cook; here are the maids; here's the coach driver. And here is Grin, the butler.
'Whatever you need, ma'am,' this last one said, 'whatever dissatisfaction you might have, you can raise it with me, and I will endeavour to make the household to your satisfaction.'
In the days that followed, I was left to my own device. I could roam the house, visit the park, even take a stroll through the city, upon promising that I would not visit Maurice.
I pined for him. I missed him greatly, but I was too scared that my behaviour might jeopardise Mother's relationship with Auguste. I therefore kept to myself, lonely walking from place to place, as if sleepwalking.
After our initial encounter, which had been so coarse and vulgar, Grin and the other men addressed me with propriety, and I am sure that their master had warned them I was to be treated with respect.
In my lonely state, I sometimes looked at one of these people, hoping to exchange a word, but they almost ignored me, only answering when necessary.
These people certainly didn't change their old habits on my account. I sometimes heard their bawdy songs and loud chatters coming from the kitchen or some other quarter reserved to the servants, but never once in my presence did they behave in less than a formal manner.
Mother was now busy with the running of the house, demanding that flowers be arranged in just the way she liked it, or that the bread be bought from a different bakery. Furthermore, she began attending mundane events with her Auguste.
The only consolation I had was writing to Margot, my old servant, to keep her abreast of all the recent changes, and awaiting her replies in which she offered glimpses in her life with Mr Clement. She also agreed with me in my distrust for Mr LeClair, but she also advised not to upset mother's situation.
Nonetheless, I could not always maintain such detachment, and often Mr LeClair noticed my reproachful gaze upon him, to which he always responded with a smile. Was I then mad to provoke this man who had been so charitable towards us? Wasn't it possible that his past conduct was not a true testament to his true character, or that the way his servants behaved in his absences has nothing to do with his own morals?
Only time could tell, and I had nearly forgiven Auguste and changed my opinion of him when I stumbled upon something that settled that question in my mind.
One day, my mother was out with some of her friends, for a lady of means, such as she now was through her association with Mr LeClair, is never without some company.
I also believed Auguste to be absent from the house on some errand, as I had not seen him that morning.
The season was very warm, and I decided to sketch some landscapes in the open air. I installed myself under a large tree at the back of the property, so that I could have a good view of the garden while being sheltered from the bright rays of the sun by the dark foliage.
I had just set up my easel when I heard some voices coming through the windows, which were kept open on account of the season. I knew that some of the servants' quarters opened to the back of the property, and I quickly guessed that those noises were coming from those parts of the house.
'My good sir, I seek your forgiveness…' a female voice lamented.
Then, a voice that I soon recognised as belonging to Grin replied:
'Our master pays handsomely. He expects good service.'
'I understand, but I am not sure I know how those linens got stained… I took good care when I washed them.'
'Oh oh, how these young 'uns lie…' laughed someone else.
I listened carefully, and the voice spoke again:
'Show him Mr Grin.'
I then recognised this new voice as that of the cook.
'Master?' Grin asked.
'Well, Mr Grin,' now it was Mr LeClair who was speaking, 'the question should be settled quickly. You, little girl, will you submit to the rules of this house, and do as it is demanded of you?'
I now grew curious to learn more about what was passing. I carefully dropped my brushes and my paints, and I moved closer to the little windows that showed the underground washing room, the kitchen, and other spaces used by the servants, as I was sure that the voices I had heard were coming from this part of the house.
Finally, I spied some persons inside a large room where the linens were stored.
I lay on the grass, so that I could get a better view through the grated opening of the scene that was developing inside.
On one corner of the room, was the young maid I had met on the first dinner at the house, that pale and frightened creature.
She was surrounded by Grin and the other male servants.
The cook, who I believed enjoyed the sight of a member of her own sex being humiliated, also attended to the scene. She appeared quite animated.
Finally, on another side of the room, sitting by himself, surveying the scene, was Auguste LeClair.
The girl, who was not a day older than eighteen, was now looking around, now looking at Grin, now at the cook, now at her master, Mr LeClair.
'Yes, yes. I am sure I have ruined those sheets, although I am not sure how, master. I apologise a thousand times.'
'A thousand times?' asked Mr LeClair derisively.
'Yes, yes,' the poor wretch replied.
'Well, in that case…'
All the men laughed, and the girl looked around not quite comprehending what was so humorous about her apology.
I had by now guessed the design that Grin and the rest of the crew had. Whatever infraction she might have committed, and I doubt very much that she had committed any, there was no way out of the punishment that those men desired to impart on her.
'Will you forgive me? I have nowhere to go…' the maid said through her tears.
'The master wants to see full submission. You by now should understand what that means,' Grin said.
The maid nodded.
'Yes, yes. I understand now.'
The men did not need to force her. They had no cause to put their hands on her to obtain what they desired. The poor girl had by now learned that any resistance was useless. She therefore began to undress.
As her small breasts peaked from her dress, the men cackled excitedly.
'Hurry up. Bare it all, lass,' the cook crowed.
The girl undressed fully, revealing a petite body with pale skin. Her crotch was covered by a thick and unruly patch of brown fur.
'Mr Grin,' Mr LeClair said, 'I believe that, as the major-domo you can begin the session.'
Grin then said:
'My lord, I thank you for this kindness. Now, little girl, I am not sure how to best impart my lesson today. Why don't you begin by sucking my cock. While you get me hard, I will decide what to do next.'
The girl knelt before this man.
'What do you say to Mr Grin?' LeClair asked.
'Yes, Mr Grin…' the maid then said, 'I would be pleased to suck your dick, if you let me.'
'Yes, yes…' Grin said casually.
He undid his trousers and produced his tool.
The girl began sucking it timidly, now and then looking up to him to see if she was doing it right.
The other men were now feeling the content of their trousers, that appeared to have now increased in size at the sight of the nakedness of the maid.
'I believe I will fuck you from behind!' Grin exclaimed.
This said, the maid thanked him again, and she accommodated herself on all fours.
'Like so?' she asked.
'Spread it, spread it,' Grin said.
The girl extended a hand under her stomach, and, using two fingers, spread her labia, so that the opening could be readily visible.
Grin then crouched behind her and forced his penis inside the girl's bottom.
'Ah, Mr Grin! That is the wrong entry…' she exclaimed.
Grin laughed.
'Mr Grin,' said LeClair, 'are you prepared to share this young female with your colleagues now?'
The room seemed eager to hear Grin's reply to this.
'But of course, my lord,' he said.
So, the men lost their clothes.
They took turns to get sucked by the girl, who was now moaning loudly under the punishment that Grin was imparting on her.
One man then slapped her bottom.
'Ahh!' the maid cried.
'Look at how she swings. She seems to quite enjoy this treatment,' someone commented.
'See how I excite her,' another said, reaching with his hand under her and beginning to rub her clit.
'Do you like what these men are doing to you?' the cook asked.
'Yes… ah… yes…' the girl replied.
'They're all little sluts!' the cook commented.
This older woman had lifted her skirt and was rubbing her pussy eagerly, finding this sight irresistible.
Grin was now quite excited by this activity. He grabbed the girl's ass in his hands and moved her back and forth with great animation.
'She's quite tight, my friends, but I'm opening the way for you,' he said.
One of the men then demanded to be allowed underneath the girl:
'I see another breach for my soldier to break in!'
The position was soon changed, and both holes were filled.
The girl was now yelping and moaning, torn between the discomfort that this position caused her and the pleasure that she was somehow deriving from it:
'O my God! I'm too tight for this… I will soon break… O my Lord! It's too much… Mmmh… Ahhh…'
'Shall we stop?' the man who was lying under her and assaulting her pussy asked.
The girl pushed down on him to better fit his cock inside her.
'No, don't! Keep fucking me… Oooh!'
Now, Grin groaned:
'Let me fill your ass!'
'Yes, Mr Grin… Fill it, fill it! Aaaah!' the maid replied.
As soon as Grin was finished, another man took his place.
'You've left this hole nicely lubricated for me, my friend,' he said to Grin.
This man's cock was covered in semen as he pushed in and out of the maid's ass.
'I bet you have never tasted such an exotic recipe,' he said to the girl, then he took his dick out and offered it to the maid, who sucked it in a frenzied way, as if that treatment had rendered her mad and very desirous of more depravity.
'Come, come!' she demanded.
'She will taste her own ass, Mr Grin, and yourself in one gulp!' the cook, who was at the height of her pleasure, commented.
The men were finally done. The cook had cooled her passion. The girl now rested on the floor, quite stunned by this treatment. Her body showed the signs of the men's desire: her ass was bright red from all the spanking, her small breasts had been clawed at, and she had cooling lines of semen on her face.
Now, the master of the house stood up.
'It is my turn,' he said.
'My lord…' she said, whimpering, unable to take any more of that treatment. 'My lord,' the maid said, 'your member scares me.'
'You have tolerated all the punishment these men have imparted upon you, and you are scared of… this?' he said, looking down.
'Its size left me very bruised after last time,' she replied.
Mr LeClair was walking around the maid like a wild beast circling the pray.
'Very well,' he said. 'Grin, I will not tolerate unruly behaviour in my house. Will you accompany this young lady to the door and search for a replacement?'
'No, no,' the poor girl cried. 'I am thankful for all you do to me.'
She hugged his knees.
'My good master, I will do what you command… Please don't abandon me,' she begged.
'My lord?' Grin asked, waiting for instructions.
Mr LeClair considered, prolonging the agony of the maid.
'Very well. If you willingly accept the punishment I have in store for you, we will not speak of these remonstrations of yours any longer.'
'Thank you, thank you,' she said, now unbuttoning Mr LeClair's trousers.
'Here it comes,' the cook cackled.
Mr LeClair's dick emerged. Even in its resting state, it was exceedingly long and of sizeable girth.
'Shall I clean myself first?' the maid asked, looking up to him with pleading eyes.
'Open your mouth,' he said, placing the tip of that great instrument into the small opening. 'Very good. Now let it go down, down.'
The maid squirmed, slapping her thigh with her hand.
Mr LeClair now took it out, and she breathed in some air noisily, but, as soon as she had done so, her mouth was newly filled with that frightful appendage.
Mr LeClair pushed even further.
The girl's body wriggled under the effort of taking it in.
When he was out again to allow her to breathe some air, her face was streaked with tears, and slobber hung from her mouth down her chest.
He then made her lie on the ground and spread her legs.
I could see that his dick was now fully erect. It was indeed of monstrous proportions.
'Shall I proceed?' he asked.
The maid was now fingering herself nervously, trying to prepare herself for the penetration. She appeared dirty, having rolled on the floor under the direction of the men, and having been ejaculated on over and over.
'Look at the state of you,' LeClair said.
'I beg your forgiveness if I displease you in any way,' she said.
'On the contrary,' he replied, and now pressed his large redden glans against the opening of the maid. 'Did you guys prepare her for me?' he asked. 'She's tighter than a keyhole.'
Then, with a big push, he could fit the first portion in.
The maid gave a loud cry:
'Aaahhh!'
LeClair pushed again. His organ was so large and so long, and the maid's opening so minute and unused to holding such content, that he could not fit it in in one go. But he kept pushing in, and every time I heard that great cry.
'Now, it's all in,' he then said, resting on top of her.
The girl whimpered and whined for a little. Then, she must have become accustomed to the effort, for she said:
'Now… Yes… Fuck me, now…'
The men cheered and applauded.
'That's our girl!'
'She has never been fucked like this!'
'She likes it!'
Now, Mr LeClair was moving back and forth, slowly at first. Then, as the maid's moan of pleasure were growing louder and louder, he moved faster and with more decisive pushes.
'You can take it all, can't you?' he asked.
'Ah… yes…' she cried, unable to speak in more than broken sounds.
Mr LeClair reached with his hands under her ass, that he groped.
The maid hugged his shoulders with her arms, holding on tight.
He raised himself onto his knees, so that they could fuck almost standing up, and face to face.
In this position, the penetration must have been even deeper, for her cries grew louder.
'Too much!' she said at one point, but then immediately begged him to fuck her harder: 'Yes, master!... I'm coming!... Aaahhhh… Fuck!'
He then put her down on the floor, and he stood up. He was now standing above her, masturbating his great organ.
The maid was lying on the floor, exhausted. She was massaging her pussy, maybe to console herself of such treatment, or maybe in search of additional pleasure.
Then, Mr LeClair ejaculated onto her. He had so much semen to glaze her face and torso.
'Yes, yes. Come on me. Cover me, master!' the girl said.
When he was done, he said:
'See how quickly we've turned you into a little obedient whore? And you liked it, didn't you?'
The girl was now massaging the semen on her body, spreading it around, enjoying the sensation of it on her skin, bringing some to her mouth and licking it. She appeared completely appeased and satisfied, having now tasted and enjoyed such debasement.
'Yes, master. I'm a little fuck-whore. You can use all my holes. You can teach me: I will do all you demand!'
He nodded, pleased at having achieved his design. He then turned to face the room.
'I believe she will be a great addition to the house, and we won't have any problems with the linens or any reason to punish her. But… I believe she will demand to be fucked anyway.'
The men clapped once again.
Mr LeClair was about to turn around to get dressed and leave, when he looked up to the little window from where I was watching. He gave me a big cruel smile.
I had been discovered.