Intruder

It was a pretty average day in Mistress Lucinda’s House.  Debbie was staying the weekend as Mistress had lots of work for her Secretary to do for her as her ‘pedigree’ guard dog was unwell and therefore Mistress Lucinda was having to spend a fair amount of time at the Vet’s Surgery.  Mistress Lucinda had arrived home around late afternoon in a relatively good mood.  Her beloved dog was apparently making a satisfactory recovery and after the evening meal had been served to her, she settled down in front of her computer and made an appearance in her web-site chat room.  Mistress did not go into her chat room ‘too’ often as she preferred to leave her fans ‘wanting’ rather than her presence being common place!  Debbie was busy somewhere in the house doing the paperwork she had been given to complete and Gemma and Jane were about their normal duties as usual.

At 10pm (20:00 hrs), it was standard proceedure for most of the staff to be ‘stood down from duty’ as Mistress Lucinda liked to put it.  Every evening though, Gemma or Jane would take it in turns to remain in uniform until Mistress Lucinda retired to her bed chamber and be on call for Mistress or her guests should they need anything.  This is standard proceedure in most houses where there are permanent house staff!  Tonight it was Gemma’s turn to be on ‘stand-by’ and Jane disappear up stairs to her room as soon as she was finished as she had been up early that morning preparing the breakfast.  Gemma settled down on the floor beside her Mistress’ feet and placed her head on her hands whilst Mistress Lucinda placed her stiletto clad feet up on Gemma’s waist area.  It was a position often adopted by Mistress Lucinda as afterall and as she often said –

“What’s the point of having a Maid on the floor if they are not being useful as a foot rest?”

As she lay there, quite content with the use her Mistress was making of her, Gemma could hear her Mistress’ fingers tapping away like greased lightening on the keyboard above.  Every so often there was chuckling or slight comments like…

“You wish!”, “In your dreams!” and “Cheeky Mare!”

Another phrase which Mistress often used when she was ‘in chat’ and which Gemma knew very well from elsewhere as well was…  “You are SO in trouble my girl!”

Gemma began to doze off on the floor until Mistress dug one of her heels into Gemma’s rib cage and woke her up…

“You, little lady, were snoring…  like a M.A.N!” she said sternly as she looked down at her Maid below her.

Gemma looked up at her Mistress…  “Sorry Ma’am” she replied humbly and settled back down on her forearms in a new position which she knew would stop the noise Mistress had complained about.

By now, Mistress Lucinda’s Secretary – Debbie had joined them in Mistress’ Study.  She began running through the mountain of paperwork she had produced with Mistress Lucinda to ensure she was doing it to Mistress Lucinda’s liking.  Mistress Lucinda was obviously not interested in anything Debbie was showing her though and after about half an hour of it she placed one hand over her mouth to styfle a yawn and looked at her watch on her other wrist. 

“Well it’s midnight and I am rather tired now, so I am going to retire to my bed” she said, yawning again and removing her feet from Gemma’s back. 

Gemma got up off the floor and brushed herself down.  She moved to the door and waited for her Mistress to require it opening for her.  Mistress Lucinda wished Debbie a pleasant night and walked toward the Study Door.  Gemma curtsied deeply and opened the door for her Mistress.  Mistress Lucinda nodded in acknowledgement of Gemma’s actions and glided through the doorway and off towards the stairs.

Suddenly Gemma was distracted as Debbie asked her to confirm she had spelt a difficult word correctly.  Gemma looked round at Debbie, thought for a minute and then confirmed the spelling was correct as far as she knew.  Suddenly there came the motivating tones of Mistress Lucinda’s voice echoing through the house…

“GEMMA!!!  You do not hold the position of ‘Chamber Maid’ simply for it being a household position.  You are infact supposed to attend me in my Chambers!  Therefore if you are not up here to help me dress for bed in 30 seconds flat my girl, my cane will find it’s self contacting your rear end for slightly MORE than 30 minutes!!!” she called from the main landing at the top of the staircase.

Gemma cupped her face in her hands at her own lack of discipline toward her duties…  “Coming Mistress” she called out as she spun on her heels and rushed out the Study Door.  When Gemma had settled her Mistress in her bed, she returned downstairs where Debbie was still writing out ammendments to the pile of paperwork on her lap.  She went over to the fire and tended it so it would just about have burnt out in the morning.  All good maids know that if a fire has to be kept lit most of the time (as the one in Mistress’ Study and Lounge both had to be), it is not wise to allow them to go out completely as this makes them easier to relight or replenish in the mornings.  Then Gemma went around the house checking windows and doors for security.  She was almost done and only had the Main Entrance to check as she went up to bed, but she had arrived back in the Study where Debbie had helped herself to a small glass of Mistress’ Brandy and had settled for a moment.  Mistress normally allowed Debbie a glass of her Brandy to finish the day so it was perfectly allowable, although it did cause a little friction between Debbie and Gemma as Gemma saw it as favouritism.   

Gemma then noticed Mistress had left her computer on so she sat down at the large desk and logged into the web-site chat room.  By this time there was no one in there so she logged out and was just shutting the computer down when she noticed something appear in the doorway to the room.  She looked up, startled by whatever it was…
…only to find to her partial relief, that it was Mistress Lucinda’s shapely silohette standing there!  Mistress Lucinda looked at the two girls with a cheesed off expression on her face and she drummed her finger nails on the door frame. 

“You two….. BED…  NOW!” she said, making an upward gesture with her thumb.

“Yes Mistress” replied both girls in unison, standing and curtseying. Then they dutifully followed their Mistress upstairs and beyond to the servants quarters where each went to their separate rooms. 

The house fell silent appart from all the usual noises like clocks ticking and chiming the hours away, the occasional crackle of a fire dying down in one of the rooms and the various noises people make when they sleep.  Gemma had just finished changing from her uniform into her nightie and had hung her clean uniform neatly on a hanger ready for the following day.  She settled on her bed and lay there looking at the ceiling.  As she did so, she noticed a faint sound like someone knocking something off of a side table but catching whatever it was before it hit the floor.

She put her light out and lay there, deathly silent, listening to the sounds of the house and trying to see if she could hear anything else.  Then she heard a door creak and knew that she just had to get up to investigate!  Unbeknown to Gemma, the noises had also disturbed Debbie in her room as well and she was also debaiting whether to investigate!

Gemma picked up a poker from the small fireplace in her room and quietly opened the bedroom door.  As she crept downstairs she could hear more sounds like someone moving silver ware about.  She reached the bottom of the servants stairs and froze for a moment in the darkness…   Suddenly something touched her arm and she spun round with the poker rod raised ready to strike whatever it was but as she turned a hand caught her wrist and another covered her mouth with a piece of strange smelling cloth. She struggled but whoever it was, was far too strong for Gemma and she was quickly overpowered.  Then she felt that all too familiar feeling of dizziness and a ringing in her ears.  Dark speckles forming in her field of vision quickly followed this and she lost consciousness…

Now, not far behind Gemma, Debbie had also risen from her bed and armed herself with a large hatpin from her dressing table.  She had also left her room and reached the top of the main staircase!  She crept down the stairs as large spots of rain began to pitter-patter on the glass of the large domed skylight over the top of the staircase.  She reached the centre landing and turned to start down the final flight of stairs to the ground floor below.  As she stepped onto the first step, there was a flash of Lightening through the skylight and Debbie caught sight of the shadow of someone who had been illuminated by the sudden flash of light!  She crouched down close to the decorative banister and began to make her way down the staircase again.  The thunder rolled in the distance and Debbie was becoming a little apprehensive as she finally reached the bottom step.  She peered around the bottom of the banister and there was another flash of lightening. Debbie caught sight of something moving beside her but she wasn’t quick enough to react and something very solid struck her on the base of her neck.  She collapsed unconscious on the tiled hallway floor.

Gemma began to regain consciousness and she tried to move her arms and feet, but she found she couldn’t.  She tried to open her eyes but she couldn’t do that either as something was across them.  There was something warm and heavy leaning on her back as well.  Gemma subtly felt about with her fingers and she suddenly felt another pair of hands… It nearly made her jump and scream out, but she managed to swallow her scream by biting on the piece of cloth that was tied around her mouth as a gag.  She could also by now feel ropes tied around her torso, wrists and ankles and that she must be sitting on a chair of some sort.

There was a man’s voice…

“Ere this ones comin raund Guv!” it said in a very discernible cockney accent. 

A strong and slightly rough hand grabbed Gemma’s chin and something cold pressed against the side of her forehead.  Then another mans voice spoke…

“Ya make a saund or try ta escape n ar’ll kill ya missy… understand?” it said gruffly. 

Gemma nodded as best she could.

“Good girl!” said the second voice again.  “Wot abaut the uver one?” it continued, presumably talking to its accomplice…

“Stiwl owt for the count Guv!” said the first voice again

Gemma listened carefully to the voices and movement around her, trying to detect where the men were in relation to her.  A finger suddenly touched one of Gemma’s – the other person was coming round but who was it?  Was it Debbie or was it (god forbid) Mistress Lucinda herself.  Gemma held the finger an a friendly manner and ran another over the tip of it… No long finger nail! That meant that unless Mistress had broken one, it was Debbie as she wore false nails and always took them off before going to bed to avoid damaging or loosing them. 

Debbie got the same warning as Gemma had been given by their captors then Gemma felt something cold pressed up under her chin…

“Da ya know wot this is I ave under ya chin missy?” asked the second voice. 

Gemma nodded, she knew it was the barrel of a pistol of some sort.  She cringed when it dawned on her that inches from her jaw were bullets that could kill her instantly if the gun went off.

“Rite then Missy,” continued the voice “ I wanna know, is there anyone else in this ause uver than you two?”

Gemma shook her head from side to side fractionally.

“I don’t believe you!” said the voice and the gun barrel dug into Gemma’s jaw even harder. 

She whimpered slightly and began to tremble but the two men weren’t done yet.  Gemma felt a hand move over her breasts… It stopped on her left one and squeezed it hard that made Gemma wince in pain.

“Such a pretty pretty fing aren’t ya ma dear!” said the voice.  “Be a shame ta WASTE ya, wouldn’ it?” it asked.

Gemma whimpered again but the hand began to work its way down Gemma’s body until it moved down her thigh to the hem of her chemise nightie.  The hand began to move up under the garment and Gemma tried to back away from it, but she couldn’t move.  The hand stopped and pulled out from under her nightie…

“Ha!” laughed the voice, “Not tonight I fink Missy!” it said chuckled to it’s self.

They asked Debbie the same question in the same way from the sound of things.  Gemma hoped that Debbie had given them the same indication as she had that the house was empty apart from them.  If she had, then they both had to hope that the men did not go upstairs and find Mistress Lucinda asleep in her bed!

Unbeknown to both Gemma and Debbie…  Outside the room, a pair of deep, dark brown eyes were peering through the crack where the men had left the door ajar slightly!   Mistress Lucinda was ‘not in’ her bed, but in reality, standing outside the door observing!…

“Go check the rest of the ause – make sure it’s empty!” said the second voice.

“Right oh, Guv” said the first voice.

Mistress Lucinda darted back behind the man staircase and out of sight as a figure dressed head to foot in black left the room and headed quietly up the main staircase.  Mistress Lucinda followed at a distance with steps that were as light as a feather.  She was used to moving in this way is it was very handy for catching wayward maids skiving from their duties!

At the top of the staircase, Mistress Lucinda picked up a decorative china vase from the top of a stone column stand.  She selected one with a nice heavy feel to it, and, pressing her self against the wall of the corridor beside the door to the first bedroom, she waited for the intruder to emerge from the room.  As the man came through the doorway and turned to close the door, Mistress Lucinda struck him over the head with the china vase!  The intruder fell to the floor unconscious.  Mistress Lucinda found some ropes and a muzzle from her room and tied up the intruder, locking him in the linen storeroom just along the corridor. 

“Now, time to rescue my girls and dispose of the other idiot” she said to her self quietly and slunk off down the corridor light as a feather again towards the main staircase.

Gemma and Debbie were by now a little concerned.  They were bound and being held by what seemed two very desperate men who had violated Mistress Lucinda’s household and captured them both as they investigated the intruders.  Little did they know that their Mistress had already dealt with one of the men, and that she was now just outside the door to the room, formulating her rescue plan!

Mistress Lucinda pinned herself up against the wall outside the door.  How was she going to rescue her girls?  She decided that the best plan would be to wait until the man in the room realised his partner’s return was overdue!  Sure enough it did not take long and she heard the voice in the room cursing…

“Where ‘as he got to?” said the remaining intruder from inside the room.

The remaining intruder became increasingly restless due to the absence of his accomplice.  Eventually he left the room; completely missing the shapely figure pinned against the wall as he left the room, to check the rest of the house for his accomplice.

Mistress Lucinda saw her chance and she slipped into the room where Gemma and Debbie were being held.  She went over to Gemma…

“Be still whilst I untie you!” she whispered in Gemma’s ear.

She removed Gemma’s gag and blindfold, then untied the ropes that held the poor girl to the chair, then she untied Debbie in the same manner.  Both girls dropped to the floor and began to kiss her feet…

“Oh get up you two,” whispered Mistress Lucinda.  “There is no time for that now!  We have to find that man and make him pay for what he did to you girls!”

Mistress Lucinda shuddered as she came to terms with the fact that not one, but ‘two’ men had violated the sanctity of her home.  This just made her more determined to take her revenge on the remaining intruder.  Mistress and her girls made their way cautiously to the kitchen were they armed themselves with large kitchen knives.  Then they proceeded to move through the house, checking every room carefully as they went.

Upstairs, Mistress Lucinda heard a noise as a doorknob turned.  Like a flash she pinned herself to the wall beside the doorway and readied herself for the inevitable.  Gemma and Debbie froze in the middle of the corridor as the door opened, but this was part of Mistress’ plan…

The masked man came out of the room and stopped, amazed to see his two captives free and staring at him in the corridor.  Mistress Lucinda made her move and placed her arm around the man’s head, pressing her knife to his throat as she did so.

“One wrong move and I’ll cut your throat!” she said.

“Yeah course ya will luv!” said the man gruffly.

“Oh don’t test me, SCUM!” said Mistress Lucinda.  “Now, drop the gun on the floor!” she ordered.

The man dropped the gun he was holding and with her foot, Mistress Lucinda kicked the gun towards Gemma and Debbie.

“Pick it up and cover him one of you!” she instructed.

Debbie bent down and picked up the gun, she turned it and pointed it at the intruder.  Mistress Lucinda lowered her knife from the man’s throat and slowly moved around him and over to Debbie.

“Well done girls,” she said as she took the gun from Debbie’s trembling hand.  Then, gesturing at the man with the barrel of the gun, she spoke again…  “Now MOVE…  down the stairs!  Carefully though, I wouldn’t want to get nervous and pull this trigger by mistake!”

The man moved slowly towards the staircase with his hands in the air.  Mistress Lucinda then spoke to Gemma…

“The other one is in the linen closet Gemma” she said.  “Keep an eye on him whilst I deal with this one downstairs!”

Gemma curtsied, “Yes Ma’am” she said and went to guard the other intruder.

Mistress Lucinda and Debbie proceeded downstairs to the ground floor.  In the corner of the large entrance hall was a door that was always kept locked and neither Debbie, nor Gemma had ever been through it.  Mistress Lucinda guided the man to the mysterious door and then told Debbie to turn around.   Still covering the man with the pistol, Mistress Lucinda, opened a secret compartment in a small sideboard that was next to the locked door.  It contained a large iron key that she removed and inserted into the door lock.  She turned the key and what sounded like an old and rusty lock mechanism turned to unlock the door.

Mistress Lucinda then replaced the key in the secret compartment and closed the access panel.

“You may turn around again Debbie,” she said, “and if you EVER reveal what is behind this door to Gemma or Jane, I will personally make sure you understand the true meaning of pain.  Do I make myself clear?”

“As crystal Mistress” said Debbie, curtseying gracefully.

Mistress Lucinda opened the door to reveal an old dusty flight of narrow stone steps that led down into darkness.  Then from a draw in the sideboard she produced a cable tie and bound the man’s wrists with it.

“Down you go,” said Mistress Lucinda, gesturing to the man again with the gun.  He went through the doorway and started down the steps followed by Mistress Lucinda and then Debbie.

The Light from the doorway was just enough to enable the bottom of the steps to be reached.  At the bottom, Mistress Lucinda ordered her captive to stop.  She turned to the wall and twisted a knob on the wall…

Debbie drew a deep breath as the lights came on and the room lit up. 

“Oh Mistress…!” she gasped.

They were in the bowels of the house, the cellar, deep beneath the hallway above.  The room was a shrine to BDSM, with grey stone walls and imitation flickering candles on the walls and subtle lighting that kept the area dimly lit.  Around the room were various implements and dungeon furniture, all aimed at inflicting maximum pain upon a poor victim!  There was a rack, several whipping stools, a St. Andrew’s Cross, a couple of cages of different sizes (one looked very small indeed) and all sorts of suspension points and cuffs hanging from the ceiling. 

Mistress Lucinda directed the man to the small crush cage and placed him inside it, locking it shut on him. 

“Right, stay there Debbie and keep an eye on him whilst I go fetch the other pathetic creature from up in the linen closet.”

“Yes Mistress,” said Debbie looking slightly confused.

Mistress Lucinda noticed the confusion in Debbie’s face…  “What is it Debbie, what’s the matter…  Why the puzzled look?” she asked.

“Well Ma’am, forgive me if this sounds silly but you just said you didn’t want to reveal this area to Gemma, then said you are going to go and get her?” said Debbie inquisitively.

Mistress Lucinda laughed heartily as she proceeded up the stone steps to the doorway…  “By ‘pathetic creature’, I did not mean Gemma, Debbie!  I meant the other M.A.N who is currently restrained in the linen closet.” she called from the doorway!  Debbie was had now been left completely alone with the caged man.

“Hey, missy… be a poppet and let me out of ere will ya?  It’s killin me knees in ere!” begged the caged man. 

Debbie didn’t respond as she was still staring around the cellar in amazement.  She wondered when Mistress had had all the equipment installed and why neither herself, Gemma or Jane had ever been brought down there for punishment. Then she heard voices in the hallway above and the clip, clip of stiletto heels approaching across the black and white tiled floor.  The noise of Mistress’ shoes was accompanied though this time by heavy cumbersome footsteps.  There was a crashing and thumping noise and Debbie spun around to see the other man falling down the stone steps, landing in a crumpled heap on the stone floor at the bottom.

Mistress Lucinda closed the door to the hallway at the top of the steps behind her and pushed a large iron bolt across from the inside.  Then she clipped her way down the steps to where the second man lay semi-conscious on the floor.  Blood oozed from his forehead where he had gashed it falling down the steps.  Mistress Lucinda picked him up by the scruff of his black jumper and hauled him across the rough stone floor to a set of wrist and neck stocks.  She locked him into them and stood back to survey her handy work with a frighteningly evil look on her face.  She rotated on her heels and walked over to the wall were several implements of torture hung on the wall.  Selecting a pair of metal sheers and some sort of pincer tool she returned to the man in the stocks and put the pincer tool on the floor behind him.  Then she used the metal sheers to cut his clothing from him until he was completely naked.  The man was sobbing and pleading with her to stop and assuring her that he would never do anything like this again, but Mistress Lucinda took no notice. 

Walking back to the wall, Mistress Lucinda selected a riding crop, a leather bullwhip and paddle, and a suede leather flogger.  Debbie stood and watched her Mistress work with interest that did not go unnoticed by Mistress Lucinda! 

“Curious are you Debbie?” she asked her Secretary.

Debbie blushed, “Kind of Mistress” she said bashfully.

Mistress Lucinda went to a glass fronted cabinet and took out a staff-like object that had a control box on one end and two metal prongs on the other.

“Here you are then Debbie,” she said, handing Debbie the implement…  “Go have some fun with cage boy over there!” she laughed.

Debbie took hold of the implement…  “What is it Ma’am?” she asked.

“An electronic Cattle Prod, Debbie” replied Mistress Lucinda and she began to strike the man in the stocks with her leather paddle.

Debbie grinned a little and walked over to the crush cage with the man in it.  Turning on the machine and adjusting the control to just above minimum setting, she poked the metal prongs through the bars of the cage and touched the mans still bound hands with them.  He jumped so much that the cage moved slightly…

“Yipe” he bellowed and then hurled a volley of abuse at Debbie. 

This just made her do it even more and the more abuse the man hurled at her from the cage, the higher the setting was adjusted to on the Cattle Prod. 

Meanwhile on the other side of the cellar, the merciless sounds of someone getting a good whipping were to be heard as Mistress Lucinda punished the man in her stocks.   The man screamed like a baby, begging her to stop, but Mistress Lucinda was by no means finished with her two captives just yet!  This would be a lesson they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Mistress Lucinda took a break and watched Debbie prodding the caged man with the cattle prod.  A slow smile spread across her face as she contemplated her own final punishment for the man in the stocks.  She bent down and placed the whipping equipment on the floor.  Then she picked up the pincer tool and walked assertively around to the front of the stocks with them.  She showed them to her captive…

“Do you know what these are, boy?” she asked.

“The mans eyes opened wide and his face nearly fell off.  He began thrashing about, desperately trying to free himself from the grip of the stocks, but of course it was impossible.

“Ah, I see you do know what they are then!” smiled Mistress Lucinda and she walked back around behind the man.

She cupped the mans balls in her hand and rolled them about in her fingers, squeezing them periodically and sending shock waves of agonising pain through the man’s body.  This was nothing though compared to what she was about to do to him…  She held his scrotum in her left hand and stretched it away from his groin.  Then she placed the claw like blades of the pincers around it, trapping it in the middle of the pincers.  Then she took hold of the other handle of the pincers with her left hand…

Upstairs in the main house, Gemma was supposed to be working, but as usual, her curiosity was getting the better of her and she had downed tools and was creeping up to the forbidden door in the hallway.  She pressed her ear against the door and just about heard a man sobbing and begging someone to stop… Gemma lowered her head to keyhole height and moved her ear over the keyhole to get a better listen.  Just as she did so, an ear splitting yell erupted from behind the door which sent Gemma reeling backwards across the hallway.
 
Down below, Mistress Lucinda had pressed the handles of the pincers firmly together, thus neutering the intruder held in her stocks!

Gemma never did discover what happened to the two men who had broken in and violated the sanctity of her Mistress’ Chambers and captured her and Debbie that night.  Neither to this day has she found out what lies behind the forbidden door in the hallway, although she has tried her best to get Debbie to tell her.  All Gemma knows is that she has never seen Debbie look as white with shock as the day she came back from behind ‘that’ door! 

The End

Written by: Maid Gemma

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