The Servant Who Chose to Return to Her Master’s Harem
Going back to my father’s house was different from what I had expected. The servants treated me like the daughter of a judge, not like the servant I had been turned into: they indulged my whims, spoke to me respectfully, and wouldn’t let me lift a finger. A comfortable life I had already grown unaccustomed to.
But I knew all those comforts came at a price. That life would end the day my father decided to hand me over to some rich, powerful man in exchange for political favors or alliances that benefited him. Just like the first time. Just like when he forced me to marry.
To him, I was never anything more than a piece on his board.
From the moment he found out my father had come to fetch me from my master’s apartment, from the moment I understood that my life would once again be in his hands, I began devising a plan. One that grew stronger with each passing week, rooted in a hatred fed by every memory of what the commander I had married did to me. I only needed to wait for the right moment.
***
—I told you, I’m doing this because I need the support of the sectors your family controls to reach the presidency of the first court —my father was saying—. There are no hidden motives, Damián.
I was with my back against the wall of the living room, in a corner, listening to every word. The man he was speaking to was young for his position: commander of one of the richest districts, head of one of the most feared families in the Central Government.
—Your Honor, forgive my disbelief, but neither my family nor I got here by trusting other people’s good intentions —Damián replied, with a politeness that sounded like mockery—. I’ll hear your offer, but only if you tell me exactly what you intend to do once we put you in that chair.
My father sighed, resigned, and I knew he was about to confess what he really wanted.
—I suppose you know what happened with my daughter and her late husband.
—I do. A tragedy, according to the papers. Though more than a few of us saw it coming. I warned you not to marry her to that sadist, that he’d take it out on her for not being able to marry the woman he loved. It was lucky she survived. A few of us were surprised she had the nerve to get rid of him.
My father clenched his jaw. From my corner, I felt something like pride.
—I want that position because I want to give my daughter her freedom back —the judge continued—. I’m not going to hand her over as a servant. I want her to marry someone from a good family, to be respectable again. But for that I need the authority to amend the Vesta law, and I’ll only have that at the head of the first court.
Damián burst out laughing.
—What a surprise you’ve turned out to be. I told you not to enact that law without reviewing it, I told you to put an expiration date on punishments. You ignored my advice, stubbornly insisted it be approved as soon as possible. And now you want to undo the very law you defended more fiercely than your own daughter?
My father took a while to answer. It cost him to swallow the humiliation.
—I won’t allow my daughter to be treated like a second-class woman —he said at last, in a muted voice. Not out of love: out of pride. He was ashamed that I had become a victim of the same law he had pushed through.
A heavy silence filled the room. Even I, who had nothing to do with the scene, felt uncomfortable.
—All right. I’ll help you —Damián agreed—. You’ll have the backing of my family and six other districts whose commanders owe me favors. Your rise will be guaranteed. —He paused, calculated—. But that power you’re offering me isn’t enough to pay for the favor I’m about to do you. If you want the first court, I want you to hand me your daughter.
My mouth went dry. My legs trembled. I thought my fate would be the same hell as before, because they came from the same breed of monsters.
—Don’t misunderstand me —he went on—. I don’t want her as a servant. I want her as a wife, once you set her free. But before we close the deal, before you become president, I want to spend a moment alone with her. In her bedroom. If I’m going to elevate you that high, first I want to make sure your daughter is up to the task. I want to put my cock in her and see whether she’s worth making mine.
I waited for my father to tell him to go to hell. To hit him. What he said instead hurt me more than anything else.
—What guarantees do I have that you won’t do to her what your cousin did? —the judge asked. Not a word about my life. Only about how it would make him look.
—I’m not that animal. I know how to fuck a woman without breaking her, and my lineage will accept the marriage. I’ll make sure everyone in my house knows that whoever mistreats her will end up with a bullet in the head. —He said it with sick pleasure, as if savoring the idea of killing gave him an addictive ecstasy.
—All right. I only hope you keep your word. My career can’t survive another scandal.
—I promise I’ll make her happy. You have my word.
My father sighed in relief, delighted to be able to clean up his name. Rage rose through me like fire: I clenched my fists, ground my teeth, trembled from head to toe. And then Damián said what I had spent months waiting to hear.
—By the way, a few hours ago I was told that that Adrián guy’s record has been wiped clean. A cousin of mine works in the Surveillance Unit and took care of deleting any alerts from his file. —He snorted, surprised—. What a guy. More dangerous than he looked: black market connections, dealings with very violent people. I have a hard time understanding why you wanted to clear his record.
—I gave my word to my daughter. And… that boy impressed me. He didn’t care that I was a judge. I think he was about to kill me when I slapped her. He defended what was his without considering the consequences. He earned my respect.
—Intriguing. Shall we call your daughter to seal the deal?
I came out of my hiding place. I saw the judge’s eyes open wide as he realized I had heard everything, that I knew he was selling me off again for a political move.
—Good evening —I said.
Damián looked at me with a conspiratorial smile, as if he liked my boldness. His eyes ran over me from head to toe, paused on my tits, dropped to my hips, rose to my mouth. I felt the weight of that look like a hand.
—If you want us to go upstairs to my room, we can do it now —I offered, looking at my father with all the resentment I could hold in my chest—. I don’t need any protocol to be used like the servant I am. He can fuck me as many times as he wants; that’s what my father is selling to you.
—That sounds like a splendid idea, darling —Damián replied, while the judge lowered his gaze to the floor, not daring to look at him.
I walked toward the stairs with him behind me. I knew this would be the last night I would spend in my father’s house.
***
As soon as I closed my bedroom door, Damián slammed me against the wood and buried his mouth in my neck. He bit me, licked me, sucked on my skin until he left a mark. His hands tore the buttons off my dress one by one, without patience, until the fabric fell to the floor and I was left in my underwear in front of him.
—Look at you —he panted, grabbing a tit over my bra and squeezing until I moaned—. Your father was selling me a treasure and he doesn’t even know it.
He ripped my bra off in one pull. My breasts sprang free and he bent down, caught a nipple between his teeth, and tugged. The pain made me arch my back, but then he covered it with his tongue, sucking hard, alternating from one breast to the other, leaving my nipples swollen, hard, shining with saliva.
—Get in bed —he ordered—. Spread your legs. I want to see that pussy before I eat it.
I obeyed. I threw myself back onto the sheets, let my knees fall apart, and showed him everything. He licked his lips, settled on his stomach between my thighs, and buried his face in me without preamble. His tongue parted my lips, climbed to my clit, and began circling there with a technique that left me breathless.
—You’re delicious —Damián panted, his face buried between my legs, sucking my clit with no restraint at all.
He sucked me like he wanted to drink me dry, his lips tight around the little bud, his tongue vibrating over it. He slid two fingers inside and curved them, searching for that spot that made me writhe. He moved them in and out in time with his mouth, soaking himself with my wetness, which was already running down his wrist.
—Oh, shit —I moaned, grabbing his hair—. Don’t stop, don’t stop…
He made me writhe against the sheets, captive to a pleasure that came close to making love under the influence of ambrosia. I came in his mouth with a cry that I muffled with my free hand, pressing his head against my cunt until my thighs shook and he had to hold my hips to keep licking me. But as delicious as it was, as intense as the orgasm he wrung from me with his mouth was, none of it felt entirely right. Not when I knew it was the result of a dirty deal between two men.
He stripped in front of me with his gaze fixed on my crotch, a feverish expression on his face that frightened me and, at the same time, turned me on. As if danger were awakening a flame of lust I didn’t know how to put out. He took off his pants, then his boxer briefs, and his cock sprang out hard, thick, red, with a pronounced vein running along the top. He took his dick in his hand and dragged it along my lips and down over my pussy, rubbing the tip against my clit, coating it with my juices.
—Suck me first —he said, climbing up to kneel over my chest—. I want to see that rich girl mouth at work.
He put it to my lips and I opened them. He shoved his cock down my throat in one thrust, choking me, forcing me to swallow down my gag reflex. He pulled it out covered in saliva, thrust it back in, set the rhythm himself by gripping the back of my neck. My eyes filled with tears, drool ran from the corner of my mouth, but I kept sucking, pressing my lips around him every time he withdrew, running my tongue over the frenulum whenever he gave me a second to breathe.
—You suck cock so well, servant —he growled—. You can tell that dead man taught you.
He climbed down off my chest, settled between my legs, and shoved into me without warning, without sweet words, showing all the urgency driving him. His cock entered me in a single thrust, all the way in, and tore a cry from me. He grunted as he fucked me, setting a brutal pace, squeezing one breast with an egotistical force that made me scream. He fucked me with his whole hips, crashing my thighs against his, making flesh slap against flesh.
—You’ll be a perfect wife —he said, out of his mind—. You’ll never wash a dish again, or cook, or clean. You’re too beautiful for that. You’ll stay home, raising all the children I put in your womb, and I’ll fuck you every day. Every fucking morning, every fucking night, until I leave your belly full of my seed.
He pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach in one rough motion. He lifted my hips, put me on all fours, and entered me from behind again, grabbing my hair with one hand and my waist with the other. In that position he fucked me even deeper, and every thrust pulled a moan from me that I could no longer hold back. I felt his balls hitting my clit, the tip of his cock touching bottom, pleasure and pain blending into one thing.
—Tell me you like it —he panted, giving me a slap on the ass that made me jolt—. Tell me you want my load.
—I like it —I lied, gritting my teeth—. Give it to me, cum inside me.
He was penetrating me to the hilt while he asked me that, and his fingers tugged at a nipple from below. He made me come again, this time unwillingly, with my pussy clamping around his cock in spasms I couldn’t control. He held on a few seconds longer, then buried himself all the way in, went rigid, and unloaded inside me with a roar, shot after shot, gripping my hips with both hands so he wouldn’t miss a drop.
He stayed like that for a moment, his cock still inside, breathing hard. When he pulled out, I felt the semen run down my thighs. He flipped me onto my back again and sat on my chest.
—Clean me off —he ordered, putting his cock in my mouth, still hard and smeared.
I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see his insane face. I obeyed: I moved my hips, let him do whatever he wanted, swallowed his semen without spilling a drop, and cleaned his cock with my mouth until it was immaculate, running my tongue over every inch, over his balls, over the tip, sucking the last salty traces away. Until he had enough and collapsed onto my bed, breathless.
—Tell me, Valeria, what do you think about marrying me? I don’t want the right answer. I want the truth, because what I do when I leave this room will depend on it.
I chose my words carefully. Then I understood that, being a servant, I had nothing left to lose.
—I’m sorry, but that marriage will never happen.
Instead of getting offended, he smiled. He lay on his side, obsessively interested, with his cock half-softening, still shiny with my saliva.
—And how are you so sure? The life I offer you sounds better than being a servant, doesn’t it?
—That’s the life my father wants for me, not me. And, with all due respect, it’s too much like a servant’s life: living under your will, dressing and behaving however you decide, not choosing anything. I don’t see the difference.
—Not all men are like that Adrián guy —he said, testing me—. Most of us see servants as an accessory to get rid of whenever we feel like it, a pussy and a mouth to fuck when we get bored.
—In that, you’re right. Just look at my father. —He smiled widely when he heard it—. But even so I’d rather become a servant again, because that would at least be my decision, even if it turns out badly. I don’t care about being one. I’d be lying if I said I don’t long with all my soul to go back to my master Adrián’s harem. It was the only place I was ever happy.
—You really want to go back with that guy? —He said it amazed, not annoyed.
—Yes. Because I know that sooner or later I’d return to a place that feels like home, where there’s someone willing to risk his life so that I’m all right.
—And how do you plan to do that? The deal with your father is already in motion.
—If I told you, you’d become complicit in what’s going to happen tonight.
We both smiled. I took him by the nape and kissed him on the lips, tasting the remainder of my own cunt in his mouth, before lying back down again, proud of what I was planning.
—I’m dying to know how your story ends, darling. I’ll keep an eye on you —he said as he dressed—. But if things keep going the way they have, I won’t be able to do anything. You’ll have to turn the plot around. —He smiled at me from the doorway—. Good luck, servant.
That last word made me smile. By calling me that, he was validating my dream, letting me know he didn’t think I was crazy.
***
Knowing my master’s record had been wiped clean was the signal. It would all end that very night. I put on the most beautiful dress in the closet and a pair of heels I didn’t like, but which forced me into a distinguished posture. In front of the mirror I felt dangerous. I opened the drawer and took out what I needed to break the vicious circle my life had become.
I walked down the mansion corridor, hearing my heels echo off the walls, the soundtrack that accompanied me to the door of my father’s room. Inside, a thousand emotions crowded my chest, all fueled by adrenaline.
I opened it carefully, without a sound. I knew I could only do it while he slept; awake, I would never have been able to overpower him.
Seeing him sleep so peacefully enraged me. That man resting in peace was the same one who, hours earlier, had handed me over to a lunatic in exchange for a favor, under the false pretense of doing it for my own good. The same one who in the past had paid for every mistake with my body, the one who gave me to that animal who turned me into his bargaining chip and dragged me through the worst memories of my life. Those memories were what gave me the courage to raise the scissors with both hands above my head and bring them down against his neck.
I felt them sink in. I saw his eyes fly open, blood show at his mouth. I smiled to see him surrender to the death I had brought him to. The last decision I would make on my own.
—No, no, no! What have you done? —one of the servants screamed in horror, dropping to her knees when she saw the scissors in my hands.
—Call the barracks. Tell them what you saw. And then call Mr. Damián and tell him what just happened. Do it now —I ordered calmly.
I let go of the scissors, went to the mirror, and smiled shyly when I saw my outfit, imagining Adrián’s face when he saw me like this.
I hope I can come back to you, girls. I hope I can return to you, master.
***
My life and my servants’ lives changed completely after Nadia arrived at the harem. The business we designed with her help turned out to be far more profitable than we had imagined: once the girls became famous, their most generous fans competed month after month, spending fortunes for the right to spend a few hours with them, for the privilege of fucking one of them, of cumming in a mouth, of spilling over a pair of tits. We turned them into status symbols, and the company took off until it became a leader in adult content.
We gathered enough to buy a house where all of them could stay, a place that served as home and operations center, separate from the apartment where I lived with Elena and Mariela, my two women, reserved only for me. With those two I fucked every night, sometimes separately, sometimes both together, taking turns sucking my cock while the other sat on my face.
We hired staff. Hugo, who left La Corporación to become my talent scout and paperwork manager. Bruno, a big guy Mariela had grown fond of from her days in the black market, who became the perfect protector for girls who very soon adored him. Carla, in charge of keeping order with enviable naturalness.
Everything worked out. And yet, at no point could I get what happened with Valeria out of my head. It hurt to have handed her over knowing she was going back into the hands of the man who tortured her. A burden I couldn’t shake, because neither my bank account nor my fame matched the power of one of the most important judges in the Central Government.
—My love, this month’s winners are here. Do you want to receive them yourself or should Carla handle it? —Elena asked, coming into my office and closing the door behind her.
—Have her and Nadia receive them. They’ll enjoy seeing them more.
Elena hugged me from behind and kissed my cheek. Then she slid her hand down and rested it over my fly, squeezing my cock through the fabric until it began to harden.
—Anything good on the menu? —she asked, as always when she found me reviewing candidates, while she opened my zipper and slipped her hand inside.
She took out my cock, crouched beside the chair, and took it into her mouth without ceremony. She sucked me slowly, her tongue wrapping around the tip, while I tried to keep looking at the screen. She closed her eyes, found a rhythm, bobbing her head up and down with a firm hand at the base. I felt the saliva pooling, the swallowing, the lips tightening with each withdrawal.
—Yeah. Though I still haven’t found the servant I want to find —I managed to say, taking her by the hair to set the pace.
Elena pulled my cock out of her mouth just as I was about to finish, put it between her tits, and kept going with her hand. I came over her cleavage in thick spurts that stained her skin, and she ran her fingers through my cum to bring them to her mouth. We kissed while I tasted my own flavor on her tongue.
Mariela then burst in with a tablet in her hand, pale, and stopped short when she saw us.
—Adrián… Elena… look at what they posted in the news.
—“Judge dies at the hands of his daughter” —Elena read the headline, still with her chest stained.
We read in silence. When Elena went out to clean up and give instructions and came back, the three of us remained waiting, anxious at the possibility that someone would buy Valeria before we did if she ever returned to a gallery.
The phone rang more than an hour later. It was Hugo.
—Did you find her? —I asked.
—Yes, but a man was taking her away when I got there. I didn’t push it: he was a district commander. Sorry, man. Maybe if you negotiate with him…
I felt a stab in my stomach. But the mood didn’t last: minutes later Bruno came in at an easy pace, unwrapping one of his candies.
—Boss, there’s a man here to see you. Says he’s a district commander and that he has a gift for you. Should I throw him out or…?
I didn’t let him finish. I ran down the stairs to the foyer and found a guy in fine clothes holding the hand of a smiling girl, her eyes bright with happiness.
—So you’re the famous Adrián —said the commander—. At last I meet you. These past few months you’ve been very present on my schedule.
—Really? —I replied, unable to look away from Valeria.
—I won’t make you wait any longer. Although… —He took out his cell phone and looked at her sadly—. Are you sure this is what you want, Valeria? My offer still stands. I would never see you as a servant. I’d treat you like a princess.
She stroked his cheek and kissed him on the lips before looking at me again.
—I’m sorry. But I’ve dreamed of coming back to my master ever since my father took me away. I dream of his cock, I dream of sleeping in his bed, I dream of being his.
The man smiled ruefully, touched something on his phone, and my own phone buzzed with the notification: Valeria was my property. She rushed to hug me and kissed me, shoving her tongue into my mouth shamelessly in front of everyone, then hugged Elena and Mariela.
—Take good care of her, Adrián. She’s a wonderful woman —the commander said, shaking my hand before leaving, defeated but composed.
—Welcome back, Valeria —I said.
And seeing her smile, for the first time in months I felt that I no longer lacked anything. That I could relax and enjoy my life, my girls, Elena and Mariela’s love, being the master of a harem that had become a strange and real family.
