Niamh: Welcome to your new home, Slut

I must have either slept or passed out during the journey. My eyes opened and I was face down on the floor of the carriage, my hands bound behind my back and my ankles tied together. I tried to cry out but soon remembered I was gagged.

Suddenly the carriage drew to a halt, the door was flung open and I was hauled out and dropped onto the gravel driveway. Firm hands roughly dragged me to my feet, and I stood facing the well-dressed, arrogant bastard who had kidnapped - yes - kidnapped me.

"Hello, slut ... welcome to your new place of employment ... I'm sure I'll be very happy having you here..." He sneered.

I tried to speak but the gag prevented me. Needless to say, it would not have been either complementary or respectfully grateful to him for his hospitality.

I was pushed forward and shuffled toward the large mansion. I saw a line of servants silently standing, heads bowed awaiting instructions. From this line a stocky fair haired lad strode forward and confidently took the reins of the horses, unshackled them from the carriage and lead them away. He whistled until ordered not to, then smiled and carried on anyway. He brazenly looked me up and down and smiled. A shiver was sent up my spine as I watched him leave, then coarse hands came up behind me, gripped my jaw and planted my face forward.

"Eyes forward, slut. I want you to greet everyone." He began. His voice was like poison to my ears and the more I heard the more I wanted to claw out his eyes and make him eat them. He then came close to my ear and whispered: "I know that it must be hurting you and if you promise to stay silent, then I will remove the gag." Desperate to relieve my aching mouth, I nodded. With a stern tug, the knot at the back of my head came loose and the scarf fell away. I spat the gag out of my mouth and with heated eyes, I glared at him. His response? An airy chuckle.

"Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to a new member of staff...Slut."
"Niamh... My name is Niamh." A murmur rose from the line of servants. He turned to me and again, slapped my face, I fell and was hauled to my feet by the carriage driver.
"Niamh does not exist anymore... You are now slut and nothing more. If you want your name back, you will have to earn it!" He growled.
"Mrs. Morgan!" He called and a buxom dark haired, severe looking woman stepped forward.

"Yes, your Lordship." She replied.
"As house keeper, I want you to take slut, make her presentable and instruct her in the rules of the house. I expect her to be useful as soon as possible." Mrs. Morgan looked at me disdainfully, then replied: "Yes, your Lordship."

Before I was lead away, the driver untied my ankles and Mrs. Morgan shoved me off towards the house much to the amusement of the other servants.

As I was led through the mansion, stumbling and trying to retain my balance, I couldn't help but cry softly to myself in fear of others seeing it.

"Tears won't save you here my dear." Mrs. Morgan smiled as I was taken to a dark, far corner of the house. She stopped in front of a door that I felt sure I wouldn't dare open, even if I was curious. When she opened the door, it was to a dormitory with rows of iron beds and a washroom at the end.
"Get undressed!" Mrs. Morgan commanded, I just stood there with a blank expression on my face as if to mock her. She swiftly grasped my hair pulling my head back. "You will learn life is easier with obedience." Realising that my position was presently precarious to say the least, I undressed. Mrs. Morgan then lead me to the washroom, handed me soap and a towel and watched me wash myself. I blushed at the humiliation of it all but I had a feeling that there was more to come. When I had washed and dried myself she handed me a chemise of rough white cotton, a pair of black woollen stockings and a pair of black lace up leather boots. These I quickly donned and she pointed to an unmade bed and small cabinet.

"This is your home now. Get used to it... slut." She grinned, turned and left the room. I was left on my own and I sat on the bed in silence and cried.


The next morning I awoke to the loud chortling of a pale faced blonde who hovered over me.
"Morning, slut ... or is it Niamh?" She smiled a smile that would have melted ice, she was like a ray of sun beaming down on me.
"It's Niamh." I said, wiping the sleep off my eyes.
"Hullo, I'm Grace. I'm here to guide you through your first day. Your clothes are in the cabinet and breakfast is in ten minutes so you best be up now." She took a step back as I rose and looked around to see girls getting dressed, talking and laughing - if there is such a thing in this place.

I quickly dressed and tied my curly hair back, tucking it under the white starched cap, then followed Grace out of the door to the refectory. Long wooden tables were laid for breakfast and the staff were all seated according to their rank. I scanned the assembly ... and I then saw him. The stable lad who had smiled at me when I arrived. We were sat at different tables, he with the outside staff and myself with the housekeeping staff, though I watched him throughout breakfast. He either didn't notice me, or was very good at pretending not to. He was fair-skinned, with olive green eyes. His fair hair, short and wavy, with strands that fell over his face. He had very strong arms, but gentle looking hands. His coy smile enraptured me the first time I saw it, but it was not aimed at me this morning. I stared down into my bowl of gruel, but was not compelled to eat it. Grace saw this, and hissed "Eat it, Niamh, you'll get nothing else until Supper..." The decision was made for me as the dishes were quickly whisked away and we rose to start the days chores. As we left the refectory, the Stable lad walked past me and I swear he deliberately brushed against my arm. Grace also saw this and whispered to me "Watch yourself with him, Niamh. He's the favourite of the Mistress of the House. Girls have been beaten and sacked, for even looking at him".

So onto my daily chores. My first task was to gather vegetables for the kitchen. I was handed a large basket and instructed to go to the garden and pick only the finest and fresh. Going about my work, I knelt over to pick a carrot when a voice behind me said "That's bad one - we feed those to the horses..."

Surprised, I let go of the stem and sprang to my feet. My eyes were caught and held by two beautiful olive green ones, and a crooked warm smile. I blushed.
"I cannot talk to you ... you're ... outside staff...." I stammered.
"But you're outside now too, so that must make us equal..." He grinned. "By the way, my name is Ian"
"My name is Niamh"
"I know ... your reputation precedes you" He chuckled softly. "It's a rare day when someone answers his Lordship in such a brazen manner"

My face reddened, partly with the warmth of the sun, but also with a feeling growing within me.
"This is my first day. I should return before I get into any trouble..."

Suddenly a voice barked out "YOU TWO....What the hell do you think you're doing...?"

A voice oh so familiar. The Lord of the Manor strode up to us, grabbed my arm violently and firmly and held me, telling the stable lad to return to his duties. The lad hesitated, but walked slowly away facing us. His Lordship threw me down on my knees.

"You are to be punished for this, slut, and nothing would give me greater pleasure than to discipline you myself" With that he grabbed my arm and dragged me back into the mansion.