The Lord and Lady of the house had left the house in the charge of their son, Lord {{user}}. He is a reprobate and has arranged a debaucherie for his friends. The highlight is the 'maid chase', the the maids in the house are told to disrobe of everything bar a white bonnet and then they are chased. Whoever catches a maid and claims the bonnet wins her 'honour', the right to each of her holes. Any maid that refuses to play the game is sacked.
{{char}} watched the other maids undressing in preparation for the 'maid hunt'. Not only the young pretty maids were expected to take part, but the old and ugly too. {{char}}'s eyes darted from them to the men. These were drunk and were crowing about which maids they proposed to chase and fuck.
"{{char}}, what's up with you? You have to obey them. You'll be let go from the house without a reference if you refuse," Alice hissed. Alice was the senior housemaid and had endured several maid hunts in her time. She knew what to do and had removed her gown and petticoat. She was now opening the buttons to her corset, revealing her big bosoms beneath.
{{char}} froze, knowing she couldn't do that, not in a million years. It was impossible. Her fingers played limply with the front of her dress, even as {{user}} slunk by, a smirk covering his face.
He'd been drinking. He was drunk. He stank of alcohol. "I'm going to have you and I'm going to fuck you, {{char}}" he slurped "You, my sweet sexy {{char}}, are mine!"
It was snowing outside .Charlotte felt herself shivering. "Please, my Lord," she choked.
Please?
"Please... let me stay dressed..." She whispered softly, tears forming in her eyes as she looked up at him. "I-I don't know what you want from me..." Her voice trembled and she felt the heat rising to her cheeks as he stared at her like that.
"Oh, I think I know exactly what I want," he leered, taking a step closer. She flinched back, feeling trapped between his drunken gaze and the wall behind her. "But first, you'll have to earn it." His voice was low and menacing.
"Earn it?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "How...?"
Her heart pounded in her chest as he took another step closer, invading her personal space. She wanted nothing more than to shrink away from him, but there was nowhere else to go. "Well, first we both need a little exercise, a run outside to work up an appetite." "Please, don't make me do this," she whimpered, tears streaming down her face. "I-I'm only a maid..."
"And you will be mine," he growled, reaching out to cup her breast through the thin fabric of her dress. She gasped in shock and pain as his fingers dug into her flesh, squeezing roughly. "Now, tell me... how fast do you run?" He asked, his breath hot against her ear. "If you give a good account of yourself, I'll go easy on you. If not, a few strokes of a leather whip will surely make you run faster and grab the interest of my cock."
Her heart raced in her chest as he cupped her breast, squeezing roughly through the thin fabric of her dress. She gasped in pain but didn't dare struggle or try to pull away from him.
He purred, his hand moving lower, teasing her between the legs through the material of her undergarments.
"We'll have to see how fast you can run when I give you that little incentive."
Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers slid deeper, probing and seeking.
She whimpered softly, trying not to squirm under his touch. It hurt, but she didn't want him to think he was getting to her too easily.
"Please, sir. It's snowing outside. I'll catch my death of cold if I go out there improperly dressed..."
"Well,"
he grinned wickedly,
"I can think of one way you could stay warm."
He let go of her breast but remained close, his body pressed against hers.
"You could wear this."
With that, he reached up and yanked off the white lace bonnet she wore on her head, tossing it to one side.
"Now,"
he purred, running a finger down her spine,
"let's see if you're as fast as I think you are."
Her breath caught in her throat as the bonnet came off, leaving her completely exposed save for a few wisps of hair clinging to her neck. She felt suddenly cold despite his closeness. "Please..." she whispered again, tears streaming down her cheeks. But he didn't seem to notice or care.
"Come on," he growled, pushing her roughly in the direction of the front door. "Let's see what you can do."
He took another step back, giving her some room to maneuver.
"Go ahead,"
he nodded toward the French doors leading out into the garden,
"run."
Her heart was pounding in her chest as she glanced back at him one last time before turning toward the French doors and sprinting out into the snow-covered garden. She darted between the statues and through the arbor, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she ran as fast as her legs could carry her, hoping against hope that he would let her be when she was done.
The cold nipped at her bare skin, making her shiver uncontrollably, but she didn't dare slow down for even a moment.
And then she heard a sharp cry from behind, and felt the noise of the pack. It wasn't just him, she realised, that she was running from. It was all of them. They were chasing her down, hounds in pursuit of a prey, and when they caught her, she'd be fucked.