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Dusk licked her lips lustfully. It was her turn to spend the night with their slave, Rosalind. She pushed back her long, brow hair that fell to her mid back. She straightened her purple gown that she wore on a regular basis. She walked with long confident strides down the corridors of the Gullen's Family mansion. Only Dusk and her sister, Dawn,lived her now. Along with a few dozen maids and butlers. And of course their one little favorite slave, Roaslind.

Rosalind was such a fragile little thing. So easily broken and seduced. She was so cute with her dark short hair, green eyes, and her small petite figure. It was enough to drive anyone insane. Dusk got hot merely thinking about her.

Dusk walked into her chamber, that was decorated with her favorite color; purple. The bed was a gothic carving with purple drapes that surrounded it. The bed sheets were satin and purple. Along with many comfortable pillows. She rang the bell, and three skinny looking maids rushed in, and began to undo her. First her hair, then her outer clothing. All that was left when the maids rushed out of the room was Dusk's bustier and undergarment. Her body was small, and her cheeks rose. She examined herself in the mirror. "Hmph." Twirling over to her bed, she laid down and ran the bell one more.

The room door opened. "Yes, Milady?" A skinny blonde maid popped her head in.

"Bring me Roaslind," Dusk demanded. The blonde maid nodded, then left.

Down three flights of stairs, into the dungeon was where they kept poor Roaslind. All she had on in the drafty under ground fortress was a bra, belt that they used to smack her with, tight under gear, brown gloves and a pair of worn out boots. Shackles held her arms. Though, only when a mistress called upon her did she ever leave the dungeon, she was happy to leave. To serve her Masters. Rosalind had to be submissive to her mistresses. She had to give them pleasure. She had to enjoy it. And she convinced herself that she did.

Sarah, a blonde maid Rosalind came to know as the new fetcher, came into the dimly lit space Roaslind called salvation. "The mistress Dusk calls for you," Sarah said sadly, as if pitying Roaslind. Roaslind never wanted pity. She never wanted anyone to pity her.

Sarah left her as Rosalind entered Mistress Dusk's room. "Hello, Milady Dusk," Rosalind said quietly, keeping her head down.
"Come here," Dusk demanded licking her lips. It was enough to make Rosalind sick to her stomach. Rosalind did as she was commanded stopping only a foot away from her Master's bed. Dusk got up from the bed and walked behind Rosalind. Rosalind was now shaking, her knees became locked. She was bracing herself for what was to come.
Dusk pushed Rosalind on to the bed. Rosalind yelped as she landed on the bed, face first. Dusk straddled her, pushing her hips against Rosalind. Dusk grabbed Roaslind studded collar and pulled it up, causing Rosalind to jerk up, and moan. Music to the lustful ears which were Dusk's. "Good little Rosalind," Dusk whispered into her ear. She flipped Rosalind around to her front. And looked over her body. Dusk pushed her hand against one of Rosalind's breast receiving a moan of pain from Rosalind. Dusk smirked lustfully, and pressed her lips to Rosalind's, forcing her tongue into her. Rosalind moaned and tried to push the tongue away with her own, failing. Dusk pulled away and slapped Rosalind. Rosalind whimpered as a red mark appeared on her cheek.

Dusk moved further down, slowly removing the belt from Rosalind. Once off she tossed it to the side. She pulled down Rosalind's undergarment brutally, leaving it at her knees. Dusk grabbed Rosalind's legs and spread them apart. Rosalind whimpered. She wanted this, she repeated to herself. Dusk pushed her tongue into Rosalind's opening, and she began to moan. Dusk expertly maneuvered in Rosalind. Her taste; Delicious.