From that night on Dale would summon Angela to his chambers after everyone had gone to bed and teach her how to please and attend to get master. Whether it was blow jobs, tit jobs or anal she was forced to pick it up quickly.
She would never defy him no matter what happened. But he still wasn't pleased.
"You're still making that face are you?" he said one night after he had throat fucked her.
Because he was displeased with her reaction, at night he would force her to walk around the mansion half naked, dressed in whatever he deemed appropriate.
"Hey good work everyone," he said as he passed three male servants.
"Sir!?" One of them said startled.
"Oh don't mind her, just taking my let out for a walk." He said as he continued walking.
"Oh dear," one of them said. "That poor girl, he's doing it again."
"Huh, again?" Another asked him.
"It's just this thing he does, Dale that is. Why do you think he has so many children?"
"For real? But did you see the jugs on that thing, he gets them all to himself. And that ass of hers is killer." The servant said excitedly.
A phone was pressed against Angela's face as she was being fucked from behind.
"Ah I wish I could take her from behind and pound her." Said the voice on the other end.
"This is what my servants think of you," Dale said as he fucked her harder.
"I'd bet those guys would jiggle like crazy," the voice continued. "Crap I've got a boner."
Since then whenever she was out and about all the men seemed to focus there gaze on her, while she could muster some sense of dignity during the day. At night she was there plaything.
Dale had allowed the other men to join in pleasuring her. And then one day when he was particuarly diapleased with her reaction, or lack thereof. He told them "feel free to pleasure her during the day now as well." That only pleased them more and made her feel even worse.
They would casually fondle her breasts when she was cleaning or rub her puss from behind as she was working.
"What, you think they get in the way of your work when they touch you?" Dale panted one night as he fucked her. "But that's part of your job," he said as he slighted her.
One morning Angela woke up to get changed to find all of her underwear had disappeared. She assumed what had happened. She went about her day as if nothing had happened. She walked down the corridor as all the men stared at her. She went to the bathroom.
"Ah she's going to the bathroom, do you think she's going to masturbate?" One of the servants asked another.
"No way, she's far too prude to do that."
He was wrong. She sat down and began to slide her fingers back and forth inside herself.
She stepped out of the bathroom to find Dale.
"Angela what's this," he asked rhetorically. As he licked her wet, sticky fingers. And then made her do the same.
"Since you weren't letting me wear underwear, I thought I would wipe myself off," she defended.
"From my angle it looked like you were doing something more like this," said as he pulled up her skirt and pushed her back against the sink. He rapidly fingered her as she bounced up and down. "Didn't I explicitly forbid you from masturbating without my permission." He smiled as he missed her cheek. And whispered in her ear. "You'll have to be punished." He continued.
She jumped and shivered with protest. "You can't do That?" She almost asked him.
"Huh, seems like even you can be bashful at times. Well I could always take all of that money back." He said as he went to reach for his phone.
She stopped him, she really needed that money. She stopped him "Anything but That," she said; giving in to his blackmail.
"Well then...