Hard Time's

And We Run

The car arrives at the stately home and Harold opens the car door for the Baroness she gets out as he eyes up her long shapely legs. She gets out and he leads her into the house. 'To begin with.' he tosses her a feather duster. 'Remember to reach the high shelves.' he knows full well this will make her expose herself to him. The Baroness knows it is this or prison so she does the request, reaching high she exposes her arse. In her peripheral vision, she sees him he's gotten out his cock stroking it as he watches her, and she wretches with disgust. 'My son will be home for dinner tonight you will serve us personally I think you will be a great surprise for him.' he moans getting off and she does not speak.

Until dinner, she is given several cleaning tasks to do in the skimpy outfit all for the amusement of her captor. He then calls her over insisting she sits on his lap and be a good girl. The baroness feels the rage boiling inside of her but sits on his knee with her back straight she looks him dead in the eye. 'You know I think this was what you were born for all along.' he wraps one arm around her waist. 'I remember you used to be so well-behaved when the Baron was around. He was a good friend of mine, a good man. He spoke often about you and how you just needed taming. I remember when he showed us all your tits that evening at dinner, I knew there and then I'd have you. The same way he did.'

In an abrupt movement, he bent her over his lap which frightened her and she began struggling as he kept her pinned. 'Oh!' she gasped feeling him raise her short skirt and spank her. 'I'll help you become a well-behaved woman once more.' The blows keep coming and the pain is horrible it's not like when you'd tease her this is just painful and humiliating. There are other servants but they don't intervene and occasionally peak through the door to get a glimpse. 'Get off me! You animal!' she screams kicking her legs furiously the dress has shifted and now only round her waist. Her most intimate areas are exposed as he continues to beat her.

'The Baron told me about how he truly broke you.' he smirked. 'Bent over your dressing table watching yourself take him up your arse. I bet it was perfect.' he slaps her again. The Baroness feels like her whole body has just been dipped in ice water at the terrible memory. There are car lights and he finally stops spanking her. 'Ah that'll be my boy, make yourself presentable then fetch the dinner.' he stands letting her fall to the floor. She's still in pain from the gang attack in prison. Holding her ribs with one hand her other goes to her arse again she refuses to cry.

There is only the father and son at the table she is made to serve and stand by the table until she is dismissed. Harold and his son chat she is just an object. 'Anyway, as a special gift to you my boy. I have decided to give you the first go on her.' Without warning, he pushes his hand under the woman's dress she widens her eyes in horror as he gropes her sex. 'You might need lubricant, a woman of a certain age. But you can always make her use her mouth first.' he lets go and licks his fingers. 'Good night.' Jonathan pours them both a glass of wine he gives one to the Baroness.

'Just relax I'm not as rough as my father.' he speaks kindly. 'I was wondering about (y/n).' Jonathan sips his wine and the Baroness does the same. 'What about her?' she asks emotionlessly. 'If she is not seeing anyone Id be prepared to help make your life easier if you could get her to talk to me.' he offers. The Baroness can not hide her smile. 'Jonathon isn't it? (y/n) is no longer in London and if she was? Well if it was a choice between intercourse with you or a sheep the sheep would win.' His face turns sour and he grabs a handful of her hair making her drop the wine glass it shatters.

'You just had to be a bitch didn't you.' he force her to her knees. 'Now you're going to learn,' he unbuttons his trousers with one hand. 'Now you are going to pay.' he withdraws his cock trying to force it into her mouth. The Baroness knows this will not end well but frankly, it's worth it, she needs to fight, to try to escape she is not some weak woman. "I am the Baroness." She bites his penis hard enough to draw blood and he lets go of her screaming in pain. Getting up she wipes the blood from her mouth and quickly runs as well as possible in heels. 'What's going on?!' she turns seeing Harold on the stairs. Taking her chance she makes a run for the door. 'If you run you go back to jail!' he warns.

The Baroness doesn't care the rain is hammering down outside and lightning flashes across the sky. With one last look over her shoulder, she decides to risk it all running into the night. It's then things start to go blurry. Jonathan emerges doubled over. 'The bitch bit me!' he whines. 'Not to worry we can always remove her teeth if that's how she wishes to behave. Send out the dogs!' Harold roars. 'She won't get far.' Jonathan groans in pain. 'I spiked her wine.' The Baroness stumbles reaching the forest she is frozen in her skimpy outfit the rain pelts down she can hear dogs in the distance.

"And we run with a lonely heart

And we run for this killing love
And we run till the heavens above
Yeah, we run, running in the dark
And we run till we fall apart

And we run till the heavens above"

Stumbling through the woods she loses her heels not that she can feel anything everything around her is blurry. She doesn't know how long she has been walking. Up ahead, she sees a bright light. She doesn't know when she left the forest but she's walking up an alleyway. Seeing blurs of people some laugh they think she's had way too much to drink. Even her hearing is going how things are just colours. The last thing she sees is the flash of bright light and she hears car tires screech. Then. Nothing.