A Servant's Punishment

Re-uploaded to fix errors. This story contains nonconsenual elements. *** For centuries humans have been the pushovers of the world. Despite being more numerous than the other races it was petty divisions that left them as easy and enjoyable prey. Elves teased and tormented them during their raids. Orcs took men and women to be their pleasure slaves. Fairies played all manner of tricks and jokes on any human they could find. Beastfolk commonly kidnap a person to act as their personal pet. No one knew what the Demons did with their captured humans, though anxious minds often come up with extravagant ideas. Alliances between human clans were often fleeting and barely useful in staving off all the threats that faced them. That was the case until the Mortal Goddess appeared. Her influence spread quickly but quietly, and within a few short years most of humanity had found the banner they needed to gather under. The clans waited to hear what their goddess would do to face their enemies, an...

Note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. Note 2: Some readers have commented on certain inconsistencies in Aunt Peg's narration of her past. This was meant to be intentional, much like how it is in real life and to show the dynamics of the relationship. This chapter attempts to show the thought process behind it. * * * * * Tyler sat on the bed as his Aunt offered him her hand and asked him to join her in the shower. "Aunt Peg... Can I ask you something first?" Tyler asked. Peg laughed. "You're full of questions. What is it this time?" She moved to sit on the bed beside him "Errr... don't get mad... it's just, some of your stories don't match." "Meaning?" Peg asked starting to get a little defensive. "It's just... maybe I misheard or I don't remember correctly... but you once said you had never done watersports...and you wanted to try. Then you said Dad and you used to do it... and just earli...

"You missed a spot." I looked up to see the Lord of the Manor looming over me. He's not especially tall but from my knees he looked to be over six feet. "Apologies, my Lord." I have worked as the lone servant in my Lord Asher's small estate for over five years now, alone in the Manor but for one maid and the Lord himself. Despite his handsome features, dark green eyes and beautiful blond curls, he has never once hosted a party or courted a lady in all of my time working for him. He does not travel often and when he does he returns within the week, worn thin and exhausted as if the world beyond our walls has drained his very essence. The maid and I have always made sure to keep the manor in perfect order while he was away to ease his mind when he returned. The sight of his tired, grateful smile as I served him a glass of scotch after tending to his horse has never failed to warm me to my core. That smile was now miles away. He coldly looked down on me as I s...