Mansion

Jessica stared up into the window of the large mansion at the young woman staring down at her. Immediately she felt uncomfortable and shifted uneasily. “Hey, yous not suppose to look at her.” A voice said softly behind her.

Jessica spun and looked at the tall man standing next to her holding a large basket of vegetables. “What, why?” Jessica asked curiously.

“Cause the masser says so.” The man said flatly.

Before Jessica could ask anymore questions the man was on his way again and a horse came flying towards her. The galloping horse stopped next to her and a gruff stern looking man atop the massive steed glared down at her.

“I know you’re new and all but I really thought you would have gotten it by now!” the man growled while kicking Jessica over backwards. She looked up at the man cautiously. “If I catch you staring off again and not working I’ll have you whipped. Now get to work bitch.”

Jessica watched the man ride off across the property before climbing to her feet and dusting herself off. She quickly glanced up into the window again and saw the young woman disappear behind the curtains. Embarrassed Jessica wandered off to do her chores and gather firewood for the mansion’s occupants.

Two hours later Jessica headed into the mansion her arms loaded with freshly cut firewood. She wandered through the house unloading the logs into various rooms. She dropped off the rest of the firewood in the lounge setting the timber in the large fireplace. She hadn’t been aware that she was being watched until she heard a laugh come from behind her.

Startled she spun around and fell backwards nearly falling into the hearth. The move evoked another laugh and Jessica’s eyes immediately fixed upon the source. It was the young woman she had spotted in the window. She froze like a deer caught in headlights and stared up at the young woman.

“Did I scare you?” the young woman laughed while taking a sip of the brandy she held in her hand.

Jessica couldn’t find her voice and suddenly became very self conscious. Feeling awkward and out of place Jessica quickly began arranging and rearranging the wood she had just knocked over.

“You’re the new one aren’t you? What was the name…Jessica, right?” the young woman said while dropping comfortably into an easy chair. She took another sip from her tumbler.

Jessica shifted clumsily on her knees and turned to look up at the young woman.

“Did you like what you saw?” the young woman asked softly while running a hand seductively down her neck and between her breasts. She relished the astounded gaze the slave gave her.

The door of the lounge opened and a large muscled man traipsed in talking over his shoulder to some unseen person outside the door. Jessica noticed the young woman’s startled expression and stared at her curiously as she lunged forward knocking her over.

“Aria? What’s going on here?” the man bellowed sternly as he stomped closer, fearing that her daughter was being taken advantage of by a mere slave. But he quickly stopped when he saw which slave it was.

“Father! I…I caught her steeling brandy from your cupboard.” Aria quickly lied tossing the tumbler to the wooden floor.

“What?” her father yelled, glancing from her to Jessica. Her father lunged at Jessica gripping her roughly around the neck and hauling her bodily to her feet only to throw her down again. He slammed his fist into the side of her face knocking the slave onto her side before he kicked her several times.

Aria watched the slave take the beating with mixed emotions. Finally her father turned to her. “Thank you for telling me. Now go and get Theo for me please.” Her father said gently while wiping his brow.

Aria found the slave driver out on the porch relaxing and got his attention. She shivered when he turned his snake like gaze on her eyeing her ample young breasts hungrily. Cringing at the idea of having to socialize with the creep she reluctantly told him of what had just happened.

“That bitch, did she try to hurt you?”

“What, no. she just stole some brandy.” Aria assured the man then retreated to the safety of the lawn and waited for the man to leave. Relief washed over her as she watched the slave driver disappear into the house.

Aria rode her maple colored steed towards the stable. She slowed her mount to a walk when she saw the slave slumped face first towards the slave quarters next to the stables. When she got closer she could see that the slave was chained to a lashing post, her back torn and bleeding from a severe beating.

Aria stopped and stared longingly down at the slave. She wanted to go over to her and release her from her restraints, she wanted to touch her. Aria quickly stopped herself, she couldn’t think like that. Not only was she of the same sex she was a slave! Aria was above the trysts that many had with their slaves. She was of the finest richest bloodline in all of the Caribbean such a fling would be beneath her. Angry at herself for even having thought about it she spurred her horse on to the stable.

She trotted her mount into the stable and was immediately stopped by Theo. Her heart sank as he took a hold of the reigns and led her horse to the stall. Aria thought about refusing the hand that was offered to her to help her down, but after a second she decided to let him help her.

“I appreciate your telling us about the brandy. I think we got her straightened out.” Theo said with a sleazy smile. “You know, the bitch didn’t even scream?” he laughed.

“Yeah I guess you set her straight.” Aria said sarcastically, but Theo didn’t notice. Aria pushed past the large man and headed towards the door when Theo stopped her again.

“You know Aria, your father and I have gotten real close. He’s even talking about giving me a cut of the plantation. I’d be a land owner, and you know what that would mean!” Theo said with a smile.

“You’d be rich?” Aria said playing dumb, she didn’t like where this was going.

“That too.” Theo laughed. “Women! It would mean I would finally be a proper suitor. We could finally have what we want.”

Aria felt nauseous, she had never done anything to lead the man on. And the very thought of being with the man that was at least twice her senior made her very ill. With a gracious half smile Aria quickly hurried off towards the house.

Once inside the large spacious house Aria felt she needed to cleanse herself and told Helia, her hand maid, to draw her a bath. Once she was soaking in the warm water surrounded by bubbles she began to relax, she was actually feeling like herself again. She was alone and it was nice and quiet, she began to drift off to sleep.

An hour later she had made herself leave the bath and head to her room. She missed dinner on purpose to avoid her father and Theo, so she had Helia bring her a warm meal in her room, giving the excuse to her father that she felt ill.

Finishing up her dinner Aria lounged around her room reading for an hour before retiring to her large luxurious four poster bed. She was out hard before her head even hit the pillow.

Aria was awoken by a small thud. She opened her eyes slowly and looked around her room. Sunlight filled her entire room and she figured it was almost noon. Then she remembered something had woken her up and scanned her room for the source of the sound. Across her room in front of the fireplace a person was knelt over stacking firewood into the hearth. Her heart fluttered it was Jessica. Slowly Aria slipped from her bed and tip-toed towards the slave. With each step closer Aria felt herself get more excited, if she couldn’t have the slave she sure wanted to fuck with the girl’s mind.

“Here let me help you.” Aria said softly while dropping down to her knees next to the slave. Like she had hoped the slave hadn’t heard her and jumped, startled. Immediately the slave slid away from her and stared down at the floor.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to frighten you I just thought I would help you out like you helped me out yesterday.” Aria said innocently.

“I didn’t have a choice did I?” Jessica said back at her still staring at the floor.

“Look I am sorry. Here I will prove it to you.” Aria said softly while reaching out and taking a hold of the slave’s wrist and pulling her closer. Aria leaned in alluding to a kiss but instead at the last moment she grabbed the slave’s tattered shirt hem and lifted it up over her back.

Aria hadn’t planned on the gasp that escaped her lips the minute she saw the slave’s shredded back. It made her sick just looking at it. She was shaken from her shock when the girl ripped herself from Aria’s grip and landed backwards onto her butt next to the fireplace.

“I’m sorry.” Aria said again and realized that she had actually meant it this time.

“Don’t touch me ever again.” the slave growled at her before climbing to her feet.

“Jessica I’m sor…”

“Sorry yeah I know. Don’t come near me.” The girl demanded then ran for the door.

Aria was completely shocked. As she sat alone on the floor the image of the slave’s raw flesh flashed across her mind. Aria sat where she was in front of the fireplace for a long time not wanting to move. Finally when Helia came in she forced herself to move.

“Miss Aria, what you doin on the floor?” Helia said alarmed when she saw her mistress. Quickly she ran to the young woman’s side and helped her to her feet.

“I slipped.” Aria lied easily letting the woman help her up.

“Yous need to be more careful.” Helia said firmly.

Aria nodded agreement. “Helia, the new slave” she began.

“Oh Jessica?” Helia asked flatly.

“Yes, what chores have they given her?” Aria asked curiously.

“Well Miss, seems I remember they gave her stables and that firewood to finish up from yeserday.”

“Thank you Helia.” Aria said while heading for her wash room.

Aria quickly got dressed and headed for the stables. She didn’t know why but she had the urge to make the slave forgive her. It was funny, any other slave she would have laughed at such misfortune but this one was different. Not only was she physically attracted to the tanned slave she was falling for her emotionally too. It was a new concept for her.

Aria waltzed into the stables eyeing the place closely scanning for the slave she hoped to find. It took her a few minutes but she found the slave throwing hay into a stall, the stall where her horse was stabled. She stood to the side near the gate and watched the young woman work, her firm toned body flexing under the light strain. For several minutes the slave hadn’t noticed she was there and Aria had the voyeuristic pleasure of watching the slave move.

When the girl finally noticed her she froze, the pith fork still in mid air. “You’re following me.” The slave said flatly. Aria stared at her silently, she was following her, but she couldn’t say that.

“That’s my horse.” Aria said softly pointing to her large mount. The slave glanced to the steed and blushed slightly, obviously feeling out of place and self conscious.

“Sorry, I’ll come back later.” Jessica said softly.

“No, get him ready.” Aria ordered. The slave stared at her for a few seconds before finally moving into the stall and preparing her horse.

Again Aria had the pleasure of watching the girl work. Her hands moved expertly over the animal rigging the saddle and reigns quickly and efficiently. In minutes the slave had the horse ready to go and lead the steed out of the stall next to her. The slave held the reigns obediently waiting for her to mount.

With the fluid ease of familiarity Aria slipped into the saddle and took the reigns. She watched the slave turn to the next stall. “You have to get firewood don’t you?”

The slave stopped and turned around to face her, the girl’s face looked puzzled. “I asked you a question.” Aria said flatly. The slave nodded slowly her eyes searching Aria’s for tricks and lies. “Then you will come with me.” Aria ordered riding forward and grabbing the slave’s wrist, hoisting the young woman into the saddle behind her. Aria spurred her mount and the two rode quickly from the stable and into the dense nearby forest. She rode hard and fast not wishing anyone to see her with a slave in her saddle.

The ride was invigorating for Aria as she felt the slave girl bounce up and down in the saddle behind her. The slave’s perfect breasts rubbing themselves into her back. She felt herself getting incredibly wet as she thought about the perfect specimen behind her.

When they had gone about a mile into the thick trees Aria slowed the animal to a light trot and eventually stopped all together. She felt Jessica slip from the saddle behind her and for a minute she regretted bringing the slave, fearing the girl would run. But Jessica stayed close, wondering only a few feet to a small river.

Aria climbed down off the steed and hung the reigns loosely from a branch, before joining the slave on the river bank. She watched the slave dip her hands into the clear fresh water, the girl seemed to be savoring the way the liquid flowed around and through her fingers. “It’s so peaceful.” Aria said aloud.

“Why have you brought me here?” Jessica said firmly, spinning quickly to face Aria.

“I wanted some company.” Aria said softly losing her voice for the first tome to anyone.

“There’s lots of people you could a brought here.” The slave said accusingly.

“I didn’t want to bring them. I wanted to bring you.”

“Why? To rub it in my face that I can’t be out here anymore?” Jessica said angrily. “To remind me I’m a slave? Believe me I don’t need remindin!”

“No, no that’s not it. It’s nothing like that.” Aria said softly. “I just wanted to spend some time alone with you.”

“I’m not going to do that. So we can get right back on your horse, I am not going to let you use me like that. Damn spoiled rich girl who was curious and decided to experiment with the slave. You can beat me all you like but I ain’t gonna be your bitch.” Jessica growled at Aria.

Aria stared at the slave in disbelief. Sure she had thought about it but that was not why she had brought her out here, she would have taken her in the comfort of her own room. “That’s not what I had intended. I just wanted to apologize for yesterday. Say I’m sorry and get to know you a little more.”

The slave stared at her cautiously and Aria thought she had better change the subject. “It’s getting cold these days.” Aria pointed out lamely and wrapped her arms around herself. It was best she could come up with.

“It’ll be winter soon.” The slave said flatly, taking the hint.

“So were you born on this island?” Aria asked curiously.

“No.”

Aria expected more of an answer but that was ok, she would try again to get the slave talking. “What about your family, or your ‘tribe’?”

“My parents are dead. My tribe was a prosperous one.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Aria said softly. The slave brushed it off and dropped back down next to the river. They spent the next few hours talking and Aria had finally managed to gain some trust from the girl. Things were going great, and god help her, Aria was falling hard for the slave.

“Do you mind if I ask you something?” Aria asked softly. Jessica just stared at her waiting for her to continue so she did. “How did you end up a slave? I mean you’re not like the others you’re so smart and sophisticated.”

“I was sold.”

“Sold? Why?” Aria asked sadly.

“When my family died they left me with their debt, I served the king and queen of our tribe. When slave traders contacted our tribe I was then sold to them, as a token of good faith that our tribe would be left alone.”

“So they gave you into slavery to save your entire tribe?”

“Yes, so here I am.” Jessica said softly looking down at her hands.

“That’s the most heroic thing I have heard.” Aria pointed out. “You gave up your freedom for your tribes’”.

“I didn’ have a choice.”

Aria nodded in silent understanding. She could see the pain in the slave’s eyes and wanted nothing more than to ease it. She could have stayed there forever with the salve talking and enjoying the tranquility of the surrounding forest, but the when the slave leapt to her feet, she was taken back to reality. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s getting late, I need to get back. My chores aren’t done and I still need to cut some firewood. Theo will have my ass.” The slave said frantically.

Aria glanced at the setting sun and realized they had been gone for hours; no doubt someone would be looking for Jessica and may have already assumed she had run away. Quickly Aria climbed onto her horse and pulled Jessica up behind her in seconds they were off towards the house.

Aria slowed down just before the edge of the forest letting Jessica leap off behind her. The slave quickly glanced around for some chunks of wood so she didn’t return empty handed. Grabbing a few pieces she followed slowly behind the horse out into the clearing below the mansion. She had taken no more than four steps when a solid blow to the side of her head knocked her off her feet. Shaking her head furiously trying to rid herself of the ringing the strike had caused. She looked up dizzily and found Theo and John standing over her.

“You little shit you had better have a good explanation for your absence.” Theo yelled down at her his hand drawing back ready to strike again.

“Theo, she was with me.” Aria said quickly dropping from her horse and placing herself between the slave and the men. “Dad she was with me all afternoon, I asked her to help me gather some fruit.” Aria lied.

“Fruit huh?” John asked his daughter eyeing the slave skeptically.

“Yes, father. But we ate some and the rest must have fallen out of my saddle bags.” Aria said dumbly, but her father bought the lie and ignoring the slave pulled her close leading her up to the house.

“Are you deaf and dumb bitch? I said move, get this horse stabled!” Theo ordered loudly throwing the reigns into the slave’s hand.

Aria let her father talk away as they walked towards the house, but her attention was still on the slave. She watched the slave take the reigns and begin to lead her horse to the stables. The entire time Theo was yelling at the slave but the girl was ignoring him staring the whole time at her as she stared back. She felt her desire rise up inside her and she couldn’t take her eyes from the slave, she wanted her, she couldn’t deny it.

Jessica stared after Aria until the young woman disappeared into the house. She didn’t know what was happening. She had never felt that way before. She knew she shouldn’t feel like that about Aria but she couldn’t help it. She hadn’t even heard Theo yelling at her the entire time to hurry up and stable the horse. Now in the stable she finished her work form earlier and managed to find a few pieces of firewood.

Jessica waited patiently outside in the cool night air until she saw the dining room clear and the dull light from a lamp glow in Aria’s bedroom. Quickly Jessica entered the house creeping quickly up the backstairs towards Aria’s room. Without bothering to knock Jessica pushed open the door and walked in.

“Hey didn’t anybody ever tell you to kn…” Aria began to yell but quickly stopped herself when she looked up and noticed who it was. Immediately her stomach fluttered and her cheeks grew warm. She hadn’t expected this from the slave, it was bold, and it was dangerous.

“You shouldn’t be here, if you’re caught.” Aria said softly standing from her bed.

“If I’m caught I’m just bringing you some firewood.” The slave said with a sly smile setting what little wood she had down.

“It is cold outside, and I wouldn’t want to catch cold.” Aria said with a smile playing into the lie. She crossed to the slave and before she could stop herself she planted a deep passionate kiss onto the slave’s lips. Instantly the slave returned her kiss and Aria let her hands roam freely across the slave’s firm body. The pair ended up on the bed and Aria ripped the clothes from the girl’s frame gasping in delight when she got to see the slave’s toned body in all its glory.

She quickly helped the slave’s hands in undoing her dress and pulling the heavy garment off. The two couldn’t stop touching each other; each touch was like an erotic shock of lust and excitement. Now Aria understood why people bedded their slaves, she quickly disregarded her earlier vow and dove in head first. She forced the slave back against the bed holding her down, forcing all her weight on top of the girl as she took one of the slave’s nipples between her teeth and bit down. The slave yelped in pain and surprise and struggled futilely. Seeing the slave squirm beneath her, lust took over and she ravaged the slave’s perfect body forcing herself inside the girl’s tight virgin sex.

Foot steps woke Aria quickly, they were getting louder and a man was calling for Jessica. She stared down at he exhausted slave next to her and nudged the girl awake. The slave stirred and woke with a smile that quickly faded upon hearing her name being called.

“Shit, you have to go, now!” Aria said frantically, afraid of being caught with a female slave.

Jessica slipped from the bed silently and, pulling on her clothes, ran for the window. No sooner had she climbed out onto the roof then door opened and John came into Aria’s room.

Aria glanced nervously from her father to her window, but Jessica was gone and she was sure her father hadn’t seen the slave escaping. Then another thought flashed through her head and quickly she scooped up her sheets and pulled them to her naked chest. But it was too late her father had seen her, and embarrassed he quickly shut the door.

There were several seconds of silence before Aria let out a small laugh. She saw the humor in it all as her dad tapped lightly on the door.

“Um…Aria have you seen Jessica this morning?” he called to her awkwardly.

Quickly pulling on her robe she opened the door, nearly laughing again when her father wouldn’t look at her.

“No why?” she asked acting like nothing had ever happened.

“I just have some things for her to do.” He said flatly before rushing back down the hall.

Aria smiled to herself and shut the door, leaning against it and remembering the events of the previous night. It had been good, hell it had been great. Better than anything she had experienced before. Singing she summoned Helia and told her to draw a bath.

Jessica had leapt of the roof rolling to her feet on the grass just in time. Seconds later Theo grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.

“There you are! Come on.” He huffed pulling the slave by her shirt collar. “I’m like a fucking babysitter.” He mumbled while dragging the girl towards the fields.

“Now, this is what I want you to do. I want you to go over there and pick all of those plants got it?” Theo asked slowly.

“You mean the cane?” Jessica said boldly.

“Yes the fucking cane.” Theo yelled at the slave for being a smart ass. He shoved her forward into the large field and pointed to the row she was to pick with one other slave.

Jessica watched the slave driver stalk off towards the house before turning to look at the sugar cane. There were rows and rows of the stuff. Automatically she went to work taking her place on her row. Minutes later the man across from her began to talk.

“They say yous was climbin off da roof this morning.” The man said not bothering to look up at her.

“Yeah so?” Jessica said softly.

“Is the massa havin his way with ya?” the man asked angrily.

“I guess you could say that.” Jessica replied not wanting to give away the true relationship.

“Those bastards.” The man grumbled.

Jessica silently picked the down her row without anymore conversation and when the loud bell rang all the salves headed for the yard, for lunch. Jessica grabbed herself a small piece of bread and wandered off to the shade of a nearby tree. Sitting lazily beneath the leaves she nibbled on the bread and thought about her night.

She went to take another bite when her bread was ripped from her hands. Jumping to her feet she looked at the offender. A large woman stood before her and took a large bite from the stolen bread.

“Give that back.” Jessica demanded.

“Or what?” the woman laughed at her and walked off.

Instantly Jessica lunged after the woman grabbing her by the hair and wrenching the remaining bread from the large woman’s fingers. Then she released the woman and headed back to her tree. A second later the woman was jumping on her back forcing her to the ground and pelting her with slaps and punches.

In self defense Jessica raised her arms and threw the woman off of her. When the woman kicked her one last time Jessica retaliated and began throwing well aimed blows to the woman’s side and face. The fight lasted several more minutes, gathering a small crowd, until Theo and one of his men broke through and pulled the two apart.

“What the hell is going on here?” Theo yelled angrily while holding Jessica’s arms. “You again? You just aren’t getting it are ya?”

Theo’s man held the large woman a good few yards away as Theo tried to sort it all out. “Who’s responsible for this?” Theo growled. The woman immediately pointed to Jessica. And slowly a few other hands pointed her way.

“What?” Jessica asked incredulously.

“Shut up, I’ve had just about enough from you!” Theo huffed while yanking the slave behind him towards the whipping post near the slave’s quarters.

As Theo pulled her closer she began to fight, knowing where they where going and what kind of pain was in store for her, she was in no hurry to repeat it. The slave driver slammed his elbow violently into Jessica’s temple nearly knocking her unconscious, and drug the slave the rest of the way to the post.

Aria watched in horror as the fight erupted and now Jessica was being hauled off to the lashing post. Her heart ached for the slave as she watched Theo hit the girl before restraining her to the wood. She had to turn her head as Theo delivered the first of twenty lashes. With each faint crack Aria expected to hear the slave cry out, but no screams came and it just seemed to make Theo angrier and hit harder. On the last four hits Aria watched as Jessica slumped weakly against the post and looked her way. The two locked eyes and Aria was telling her she wished she could be there for her. With the final blow Jessica’s head lolled forward in pain induced lethargy. And Aria couldn’t even begin to fathom the agony the slave was experiencing.

The crowd dispersed and Theo yelled for everyone to get back to work as he rolled up his whip and headed off. Aria could tell that the asshole thoroughly enjoyed dealing out punishments especially when it came to whipping. She had to admit his technique was flawless and had the victim been anyone else she would have admired his work. But he had taken her secret lover from her and the girl would be out of commission for a day or two.

Aria waited patiently the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. Waiting as the night settled in. when she was sure that nearly everyone had retired to bed she snuck from her room to the lounge. Stealthily she slipped into the darkened room and found the bottle of whiskey her father kept in his bar. Whiskey in hand she stalked out of the large house and made her way unnoticed to the stables.

She crept between the slave house and the stable towards the whipping post where Jessica still lay, chained to the wood. As she edged closer to the slave she couldn’t tell if the girl was conscious or not. Either she was very quiet or the slave was very out of it, because the slave didn’t move a muscle.

Aria dropped down silently next to the slave and gently rested her hand on the girl’s shoulder. The slave stirred startled and moved painfully to stare into her face. “Shh, it’s okay it’s me.” Aria soothed softly while stroking the slave’s cheek.

“Aria.” The slave whispered.

“Yes, Jess it’s me. Here drink this.” Aria said quietly while tipping the bottle to the slave’s lips.

The slave took a sip and choked on the harsh liquid spitting it everywhere. “It’s ok this will help dull the pain and make it so you can sleep.” Aria explained. The slave looked deeply into her eyes and Aria tipped the bottle to the girl’s lips again letting the slave drink deeply from the bottle.

Aria spent an hour with the slave, stroking the girl’s hair and willing her to sleep. She wanted the slave to get better she didn’t want her to suffer anymore, so Aria stayed by the slave’s side until she was sure sleep took the young woman.

Gathering her things she snuck back into the manor and returned the bottle of whiskey to the lounge before heading up to her room.

Aria made it to the stairway before she was stopped. When she turned around she saw Theo standing behind her. Her heart pounded so hard against her chest that she feared she would have bruises.

“You’re up pretty late.” Theo pointed out.

“Yeah couldn’t sleep.”

“Me either. You have to keep a stern eye on them slaves. The second they get a chance they’ll rip you apart. Savages the lot of 'em.” Theo said gruffly.

Aria stared back at the man trying to see his expression but the shadows hid his face from view. A few seconds passed and Aria turned back towards the stairs.

“You want a drink? Always helps me sleep.” Theo said softly.

Aria froze, she wondered if Theo had seen her with Jessica and decided she was at Theo’s mercy. “Sure, that’d be nice.” Aria found her voice.

Theo led her down the hall to the kitchen. Aria had only been in this room a hand full of times in her 18 years and found it cold and lifeless now in the dark. Theo motioned for her to take a seat at the island in the middle so she did. She watched as the man slowly poured two drinks, both whiskey.

Aria licked her lips nervously. Did he know? Cautiously she took the drink offered to her and waited till Theo took the first sip.

“Go ahead, just don’t let your father know I gave you a drink. He’d be furious. Especially whiskey, it’s not lady like. But then again ladies are supposed to be asleep at these hours.” Theo said softly taking another long drink.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.” Aria said with a forced smile.

“Now there’s a deal.” Theo toasted.

Aria raised her glass and quickly drained the last of the glass. Clinking the cup on the counter top she rose from her chair.

“Hey, hey where you goin?” Theo asked quickly pouring her another glass.

“No that’s okay I couldn’t possibly have another.” Aria declined the offered drink.

“Oh come on live a little.” Theo forced again. His eyes fixed on her wickedly.

Aria knew what he was doing and it scared her. She had to find a way to get out of there and fast. “No, no. I’m tired now.” Aria lied, she really hadn’t felt the effects of the alcohol and even when she felt the last glass it wasn’t enough to get her drunk.

“Here you can’t waste this. I’ll look after you.” Theo forced the drink into her hands.

Aria quikly set the drink on the counter and began to turn away, when Theo gripped her wrist painfully twisting, bringing her into his chest and holding her there. “Just one more drink that’s all I’m asking and I’ll make sure you get to bed.” Theo growled lowly, holding her against himself.

Aria cringed when she felt his erection through his pants, and when he began to move rhythmically she began to pray for a way out. Seconds later her prayer was answered. Gaia opened the kitchen door and Theo instantly released her afraid of being caught.

“Massa Theo that you? I thought I heard someone down in here.” Gaia, an older woman that cooked for the entire estate, said softly.

Theo nodded unaware that the woman wouldn’t be able to see the gesture, before turning back in Aria’s direction. But the girl was gone. Disappointed Theo swept the near empty whiskey onto the floor. “You clumsy whore, pick that up!” Theo growled angrily before stomping out of the room.

Aria heard Theo knock the bottle off the counter and heard him yell at the slave but she was safe and out of his way. Her heart began to slow down knowing that at least for now she was safe from the tyrant.