The plan was simple.

 

To break the bitchy “Cat Clique”, they needed to break its leader, Catriona Weatherwill.

 

And to break Cat Weatherwill, they needed to first break her friends, Gwen Love and Juno South.

 

And to break Gwen Love - and subject her to Jake’s mind-altering Silver Leash - they needed to create a gap in her confidence, a sliver of insecurity that Jake could exploit.

 

Their plan to create that gap had initially had two avenues of attack: first, for Madison to apply the Silver Leash to Gwen’s boyfriend Isaac, and use it to force Isaac to gaslight and mistreat Gwen.  And second, to use Daniela’s access as the Love family maid to plant cameras in the Love household, in the hope of capturing compromising footage of Gwen.

 

But when Daniela had been sexually harassed by Gwen’s father, Reginald Love, a third opportunity had presented itself - to catch Mr Love doing something inappropriate on camera, in the hope of using it to ruin his whole rotten family.

 

And so Daniela was returning to her job at the Love Mansion in the hope of provoking that very behaviour.

 

Jake and Amy had called Daniela on the phone last night and tried to argue it wasn’t necessary.  The cameras had caught footage of Gwen giving Isaac a blowjob - and she was clearly reacting to Isaac’s suggestions that she was putting on weight.  It might be enough to give Jake the opening he needed.

 

But Daniela didn’t think so.  Gwen was a fashion model, and she might feel insecure when her boyfriend commented on her weight, but she wasn’t necessarily going to feel that way in public in front of someone she considered a nobody, such as Jake.  And she might prefer that people didn’t see her sucking her boyfriend’s cock, but they couldn’t guarantee that she’d be *embarrassed* by it. 

 

And if Jake played his hand too early, they risked alerting Gwen to their plans.  She had been prepared to order her boyfriend to beat Jake and lock him in a storage shed at the mere suspicion that Jake was forming a friendship with her family maid.  What would she do if she thought Jake and his friends were actively trying to destroy her?

 

So Daniela dressed up in the slutty French maid outfit that the Love family made her wear, and she went back to the Love Mansion on a bright, sunny Saturday morning, with the intention of getting Gwen’s father to sexually molest her on camera.

 

It was Jake’s fault.  Jake and his stupid Silver Leash, which he had used on her to make her fetishise his approval.  He had done that to her - and then when she had announced her intention to sexually provoke Gwen’s father, he had called her “the bravest person he had ever met”.

 

When Daniela thought about that, her cunt became soaking wet, instantly.  She hated it.  It wasn’t her.  It wasn’t her mind.  It was Jake’s Leash.  He had apologised - and she had no doubt that he was truly sorry - but she still knew that her mind and her sexuality were responding to *his* whim.

 

Last night she had had a nightmare about Reginald Love raping her.  She had imagined him in Gwen’s bedroom, pushing her down on Gwen’s bed, ripping off her clothes, holding her down, laughing as he shoved his disgusting cock into her unwilling pussy…

 

.. and she had woken up orgasming.  Not because she wanted to be raped by Gwen’s father - no part of her wanted that, even in her fantasies - but because she was imagining how *proud* Jake would be of her for making that sacrifice.  

 

She lay there in bed, picturing Jake holding her, telling her that she was such a good girl for letting Mr Love rape her, telling her that she was brave and clever.  He would kiss her, and run his hands through her hair…

 

.. and then he would push her down, towards his waist, and take his cock out of his pants, and reward her for her sacrifice by letting her suckle on his thick, hard, eager dick…

 

Her hand had been between her legs, furiously rubbing her clit, until she orgasmed again from the fantasy of Jake filling her mouth with his cum.

 

That was why, when Daniela arrived at the Love Mansion, she was sexually aroused.  She didn’t want to be.  Nothing that was going to happen today was something that was sexy for her.  And yet her nipples were hard, and her face was flushed, and her pussy was wet.  Because of Jake.

 

She had planned to enter the house and begin cleaning in one of the rooms where she had placed a camera - possibly Gwen’s room - and try and lure Mr Love in.  Once they were alone, he would surely make a pass at her, and once he had done something suitably incriminating she could run, or scream, and then they would have the footage they needed.

 

But when she made her way up the long driveway, she found Mr Love already standing outside, in casual tan pants and a white shirt, apparently waiting for her.

 

“Ah, there you are, Burrito,” he said, calling her by his racist pet-name.  “I’ve got a special task for you today.  Follow me.”

 

He began to walk - not towards the house, but towards the external garage.

 

Daniela hesitated.  This wasn’t the plan.  There were no cameras in the garage.

 

“I really should get the cleaning inside the house done first, sir,” she said.

 

“No need for that, Burrito,” said Mr Love, still walking.  “Just bring your sweet little tush over here.  If you don’t have time to finish the house today, I’ll take responsibility.”

 

He opened a side door on the garage and stepped inside.

 

Daniela had no choice.  Reluctantly, she followed Mr Love into the garage.

 

It was a huge space - large enough to store four cars, with two separate roller doors to permit the vehicles to enter and exit.  Both roller doors were down now, and the room was lit by neon fixtures overhead.

 

The cars themselves were worth a fortune.  Daniela wasn’t a car enthusiast, but her brother Angel was, and when he learned she was working at the Love Mansion he had made her describe Mr Love’s cars to her in excruciating detail.

 

The rounded futuristic-looking chrome vehicle at the far end of the room was a 2021 Mercedes-Benz AMG GT Black Series.  The retro olive-green machine next to it was a 1968 Ferrari 365.  The flat cyborg-looking thing that reminded Daniela of a squashed toad was a Lamborghini Temerario.  And the car closest to the door, the pride of Mr Love’s collection, recognisable even to Daniela from its role in the James Bond films, was a 1963 Aston Martin DB5.

 

Next to the Aston Martin was a bucket of soapy water, and a pair of sponges.

 

As Daniela walked into the room, Mr Love slipped behind her and closed the garage door.  There was an ominous click as it locked.

 

“Sir?” asked Daniela.  “What do you want from me?”

 

He smiled and looked her up and down, his gaze pausing with absolutely no shame on her ass, and on her tits.

 

“What do you think I want, burrito?” he asked.

 

Daniela was silent.  She felt her heart beating rapidly.

 

Mr Love answered the question for her.

 

“I want you to wash my car, of course,” he said.  “The Aston Martin needs a rub down.  There’s water and sponges there.  Get to it.”

 

Daniela blushed.  She walked forward, bent down, and picked up a sponge.

 

“Yes, sir,” she said.  “You can leave me to it.”

 

Mr Love shook his head.

 

“Oh, no, Burrito,” he said.  “These are very expensive vehicles.  I’m going to watch and make sure you treat them right.” 

 

Daniela stood still - but it was obvious that Mr Love wasn’t going to leave.  Reluctantly, she began to run the sponge over the sleek metal of the car.

 

“Higher, Burrito,” said Mr Love.  “You need to really lean over to get the middle of the hood.”

 

Daniela blushed, and leaned over the hood of the car.  She knew that the position made her skirt ride up, and Mr Love would be looking right at her underwear.

 

And then she realised that there was a wet spot on the crotch of her panties from her arousal, and that Mr Love would see it.  

 

He would think it was for him.

 

She jerked upright immediately, her hand going to smooth down her skirt.  But the motion squirted water from the sponge in her hand over her waist and skirt.

 

“Oh, dear, Burrito,” said Mr Love.  “You’re getting your lovely uniform wet.  That’s no good.  I can’t have you ruining it.”

 

He smiled.  

 

“I think you’d better take it off,” he said.

 

The cold sliver of fear in Daniela’s heart grew bigger.

 

“Take it off?” she said, trying to play dumb.

 

“My, you Mexicans sure are stupid,” said Mr Love.  “Yes, Burrito.  Take it off.  Now.”

 

“I shouldn’t…” began Daniela.

 

“Take it off,” said Mr Love, in a cold voice, “or I will take it off you.”

 

Back at Jake’s house, Amy would be watching the cameras.  She was supposed to be keeping an eye on her. But Daniela wasn’t on any of the cameras right now.  When she didn’t show, Amy might sound the alarm - but even if her friends headed for the mansion now, they wouldn’t be here in time to help her.

 

Daniela felt a tear forming in the corner of her eye. Slowly, she put down the sponge, and then lifted the skirt of her maid uniform up, and pulled the whole thing over her head.

 

She was standing there in nothing but high heels, panties and a bra, in front of Mr Love, who was leering at her with a cruel smile.

 

“Very good, Burrito,” he said.  “You may resume washing the car.”

 

Daniela retrieved the sponge, and went back to rubbing it over the metal and glass of the car.  She tried her best not to be sexy, but the nature of servicing the car while wearing high heels forced her to keep bending her body in lavicious ways.

 

“Tell me, Burrito,” said Mr Love.  “Do you think a girl who shows her panties to an older man is a slut, or a whore?”

 

Daniela didn’t know what to say.  “I don’t…” she began.

 

“That’s not one of the options, Burrito.  Answer the question.  Phrase your answer in the form of a full sentence.  Do you think a girl who shows her panties to an older man is a slut, or a whore?”

 

Jake would be so impressed by her, surviving this abuse.  The thought made her cunt pulse with lust, even as she shivered with fear.

 

“I think a girl who shows her panties to an older man is a slut, sir,” she whispered.

 

“Good girl,” said Mr Love.

 

He was silent for a while as he watched her clean the car.  Then he asked another question.

 

“Which hole do you prefer men to ejaculate into, Burrito?” he asked.

 

She took a shuddering breath.  She just had to get through this.  If she finished washing the car, maybe Mr Love would let her go.

 

“I prefer men to ejaculate into my mouth, sir,” she said.  It seemed the least worst answer.

 

He laughed.  “Preference noted,” he said.

 

And then:

 

“Do you think a girl who shows her bare tits to an older man deserves to be slapped, or raped?”

 

A tear trickled down Daniela’s face, even as her pussy throbbed with urgent need.

 

“I think a girl who shows her bare tits to an older man deserves to be slapped, sir,” she said.

 

There was a long silence.

 

Then Mr Love said:

 

“You’re getting your bra wet, Burrito.  Take it off.”

 

Daniela had no doubt where this was going.  It was time to abort.

 

“I’m leaving, Mr Love,” she said.  “Open the door or I’ll scream.”

 

Mr Love laughed - a deep, long, honest belly laugh.

 

“Oh, Burrito,” he said.  “Don’t be ridiculous.  This garage is climate-controlled, earthquake-resistant - and completely soundproof.  You can scream your little Latina heart out and absolutely no one will hear you.”

 

He bared his teeth.

 

“Now take your fucking bra off, you little slut.”

 

Daniela felt herself genuinely starting to cry.  With shaking hands she reached behind her back and unhooked the bra, and then let it fall away, exposing her beautiful young breasts to the hateful millionaire’s gaze.

 

Mr Love walked forward, his eyes on her tits.  Then he looked up - and slapped her, hard, across the face.

 

“Slut,” he spat.  “Get that car washed, you dirty whore.  Don’t worry about the sponge - use your tits.”

 

When Daniela didn’t immediately respond, he snatched the sponge out of her hands, and pointed at the bucket.

 

“Soap those fuckmelons up, and then rub them on my car.”

 

Daniela squatted, tears running down her face, and lowered her breasts into the soapy water.  Then she stood, and began to rub them back and forth across the metal of the car.

 

“We’re going to have a lot of fun out here in coming weeks, you and I, Burrito,” said Mr Love.  “Tell me - do you think the best way to train you to be a good fucktoy is to whip your tits, or spank your cunt?”

 

“The best way to teach me to be a good fucktoy,” sniffled Daniela, “is to spank my cunt, sir.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him unzip his pants, and take his cock out.  She was surprised at how large it was, and her first thought was that it simply wouldn’t fit inside her.

 

She didn’t want this.  She didn’t want to lose her virginity this way.  Not to rape.  Not to Mr Love.  Not to anyone, she admitted now, other than Jake.

 

“Don’t pretend I don’t see that wet patch on your panties, Burrito,” said Mr Love.  “You’re dripping for this.”

 

He stepped towards her, standing behind her as she leant forward, her tits against the car.

 

“Now, let’s see what’s making you so whorishly wet,” he said.  He gripped her panties, and pulled them down her legs.

 

And at that moment, there was a rumble - and one of the garage roller doors began to raise.

 

Mr Love stumbled backwards, hurriedly stuffing his cock back into his pants.  But there was nothing Daniela could do - she was naked but for high heels, with none of her clothes within reach.

 

A figure ducked under the raising door and entered the garage.

 

It was Gwen.

 

“I thought so,” she said, with satisfaction.

 

Daniela hated that, even as she was in a position of such vulnerability and humiliation, she couldn’t help but admit how beautiful Gwen was, with her aristocratic features, blazing red hair, and fit, petite body.

 

“Honey,” said Mr Love.  “I can explain…”

 

Gwen shook her head.

 

“You don’t need to explain, daddy,” she said.  “It’s obvious what happened.  This little brown-skinned slut was trying to seduce you into putting a baby into her, so that she could extort money from our family.  You were about to put her into her place.”

 

“Ah… yes,” said Mr Love, his face red.  “That’s exactly right.”

 

“I know you would never want anything to do with an animal as dirty as this, daddy,” said Gwen.  “Because you love your family so much, right?”

 

“That’s right,” said Mr Love.

 

“In fact, you love *me* so much that you’re going to buy me a new car, aren’t you?” said Gwen.  “That pink one I emailed you about.  And that way mommy doesn’t need to hear anything about this.”

 

Mr Love looked chastened.

 

“That’s right, honey,” he said.  “A new car.  I was planning to get it for you anyway.”

 

Gwen nodded.  

 

“Good.  Now, run along, daddy, and I’ll take care of the little slut.”

 

Mr Love knew that he was getting lucky.  He vanished out the side door of the garage immediately, leaving Gwen and Daniela alone.

 

“Gwen,” said Daniela, trying to cover her tits and pussy with her hands.  “Thank you…”

 

“Don’t you *dare* thank me, you gold-digging sperm-receptacle,” spat Gwen.  “Don’t you dare.  And I don’t just mean the way you were gagging for my father’s cock right now.  I mean *this*.”

 

She held up something in her hand.

 

It took Daniela a moment to focus on it, but when she did, she felt the fear expand another notch in her heart.

 

It was one of the cameras Daniela had hidden in Gwen’s bedroom.

 

“You are a conniving, manipulating little *cunt*, Burrito,” said Gwen.  “And I don’t know what you hoped to achieve, but it ends now.  By which I mean I’m ending *you* - and your little conspiracy.”

 

“Conspiracy?” asked Daniela, trying to play dumb.

 

Gwen passed Daniela a mobile phone.

 

“Here,” she said.  “Call up your little boyfriend Jake, and tell him to get out here, or else I’ll report both of you to the police.  It’s about time we finish this, don’t you think?”

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)