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Experimental Freedom [1?] - Victor Frankenstein

Victor Frankenstein + master/servant + oral + overstimulation

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Pairing: Victor Frankenstein x Female servant!Reader

Summary: How you went from chambermaid to free use laboratory assistant. (Free use would be in part 2 if anyone is interested. We haven’t officially met this Victor yet, so I’m not sure)

Note: Frankenstein experts and apologists probably won't like this not-novel-accurate/pre-film-release nonsense. It's just for fun

Word Count: 4.8k

Content: explicit, p in v, unprotected sex, water sex, overstim, multiple orgasms, oral - f. rec., nipple play, brief/mild impact play, animal experimentation, not beta'd, Victor calls reader "Petal"

You started as a chambermaid. It was an honor to serve the master of the house, no matter how…peculiar. Of course, men had valets, not chambermaids, but Master Frankenstein hired you to tend to him, so that’s what you did.

This put you in constant contact with the doctor, who wasn't actually a real medical doctor, but simply a scientist, and a member of the aristocracy.

You thought you must have imagined it when he caught your gaze in his bedchamber mirror. When his touch lingered on your wrist after you’d handed him an item he needed. How he devoured the sight of your cleavage as you scrubbed up his messes and served him breakfasts in bed.

Your mother, God rest her, used to say it was a tragedy that someone as lovely in countenance as you was so low born. The best you could hope for in a marriage was to perhaps find a wealthy merchant.

But your parents perished crossing the sea and you finished your childhood in an orphanage, with no patronage and no prospects. So a servant’s life it would be.

That’s not to say you had not enjoyed certain…intimacies. Since you had no reputation to speak of, you gave your body to the first handsome man to flatter you at age eighteen. He was a clumsy oaf in bed but he brought you flowers and gazed at you like you were an important thing.

He did the same with the next girl.

Next, the butler at the house at the end of the street bedded you. He wasn’t much to look at but he was an attentive lover, showing you how a female could be pleasured by a man.

Then you came to be in the service of Victor Frankenstein.

The man was twice your age but you were stunned by his lack of pretension in dealing with his household staff. And he was astonishingly handsome, with wild, untamed, dark curls and haunting brown eyes.

Of course, you could never wish for a dalliance with such a man - he was nobility and therefore incapable of seeing you as anything worth…pursuing.

Which is why, one October night, he truly and utterly shocked you.

Master Frankenstein had been spending more time in his laboratory of late. This scientific chamber was more of a dungeon, down a winding, stone staircase, a long passageway and behind a heavy, bolted door.

He had begun taking his meals in the lab, which made you the unfortunate soul who had to clamber down the eerie path with a tray full of a meal worthy of your master.

Your instructions were to leave the tray outside the door, knock three times and leave. You were to wait an hour - then go back to retrieve it. And you were the only one allowed down the stairwell at all.

Tonight, he was waiting for you at the bottom of the stairwell. He greeted you by name, startling you.

"Forgive me, Master Frankenstein," you hastily apologized, struggling to balance the tray of delectable foods without spilling everything, upsetting your master, and making a fool of yourself.

"Allow me." He rushed forward, graciously taking the tray from your hands.

"Oh. Thank you." Granting him a brief, respectful bow, your skin warmed as his fingertips brush your hand. Eyes flickered over his loosened linen shirt, which revealed his surprisingly smooth chest.

"Would you like to see my laboratory?" He called back over his shoulder, entering the door where no one had stepped foot except for him.

Automatically and wordlessly following, you heard him continue.

"You do not easily swoon, do you? I do not have the patience to train another chambermaid to serve me as perfectly as you do."

As he set the tray down on a table, you rushed to tidy it and begin serving him, but he brushed your hand away with the flick of his wrist.

Backing away obediently, you bowed, unsure of what to do now.

"You must be curious about my work," he stated plainly, nodding around him with a grand gesture. "Please look around. I shall eat."

"Yes, master," you agreed, feeling freer now to indulge your curiosity without appearing nosy or rude.

Shelf after shelf of glass bottles, beakers and potions lined the walls. Organized chaos, it seemed. Dust coated the shelves, while the vials, beakers and instruments appeared pristine.

"You have questions," he declared, after taking a long swig of wine. Wiping his mouth clean, he folded his arms over his chest. "Ask me anything and I will answer you truly."

The tiniest smile tugged at your lips. His attention and patience with you pleased you.

"What do you do here?"

Smiling knowingly, he rose and began pacing, explaining to you his attempts to better human life by replacing defective body parts. For example, if an internal organ were to fail, a different one could, perhaps, be harvested from another human, just deceased. Or perhaps, a limb could be replaced when someone lost one to injury or illness or a defect from birth.

"Come," he instructed, offering his hand.

Your eyes widened as you tentatively stretched out your fingers to accept his touch. His warm hand closed over yours and he guided you to a table where you beheld a frog. Several, actually, most of them dead, and a few, with legs removed.

As you shuddered and recoiled, he grasped your shoulders and steadied you, hushing you like a parent would a child and ordering you to be still.

"I have attached a new leg, and the frog survived," he explained. "I do not know yet if he can hop, however."

Although you were not expecting to examine chopped-up frogs, you found yourself more surprised that the master of the house held you so close to his body and breathed on your ear.

"Do you think me a monster?"

His nose brushed the spot behind your ear, strong fingers gripping your arms as he if were asking something more of you.

"N-no, of course not, master," you uttered, certain he meant not to imply any interest in you.

"Do you understand what it does to me to hear you call me 'master'?" He groaned, lips trailing down to the skin of your neck, exposed where your hair was neatly tucked into a bun. A quick bite made you yelp. Chills erupted all over your body as you felt his tongue soothe the offended skin.

"Yes...master," you breathlessly panted, wildly confused but unwilling to pry yourself away from the handsome and powerful scientist.

Releasing his grip on your arms, he let you go, taking a full step back to compose himself.

Slightly trembling, you turned around to face him, your cheeks flaming hot as you found him adjusting his prominent length in his trousers before scrubbing a hand over the stubble on his angled jaw.

"I have behaved poorly," he declared, eyes raking over your body, pausing where the swell of your breasts rose and fell dramatically at the low-cut collar of your dress. "Forgive me."

"Of course, master," you breathlessly replied, eyes downcast as you smoothed your clothes and collected yourself.

Easing closer, he caught your gaze, nodding behind you. "You do not think it wicked to torture a poor frog just to see what I can do with a limb?"

"I do not know of such things. I am only a maid."

His throat bobbed as dark eyes locked onto yours. "Very well. You may go."

With a hasty bow, you grabbed the tray of dishes and made your exit.

Thoughts of his heated breath on your neck, his tongue on your skin, his fingertips digging into the flesh of your arms haunted and bewitched you the rest of the day. Of course, it wasn't unheard of for a master of the house to satiate his desires in the members of his staff from time to time, but Victor had never come some close to you as he had today. Nothing more than indulgent glances at your breasts.

Even if he bedded you, it would go nowhere. At worst, he would use you like an object and at best, he would bring you pleasure in return. But it would ultimately mean nothing.

As your thoughts lingered on the unknowable depths of his earthen eyes, the square cut of his jaw, the plush fullness of his lips, you felt yourself dampen between your legs, and you knew then, that you would allow any advances he made.

You didn't have to wait long.

Master Frankenstein worked late into the night, ignoring the evening meal tray you left outside the laboratory, and stumbling back into his room as you were turning down his bed.

He called you by name and you gasped at the sight of his clothes, hands and cheeks soiled with blood and other fluids.

"Master, allow me to draw you a bath."

He nodded, grumbling out a 'thank you' as he pulled his linen shirt over his head.

"I'll have food brought as well," you added, collecting his soiled shirt, but he reached for your elbow, grasping gently. "No food. I am quite tired."

"Of course," you bowed respectfully, trying not to stare as he kicked off his boots and dropped his trousers. Quickly setting aside his clothes, you scurried to prepare his bath, while he decided to shave, standing completely naked right beside you.

"Forgive my impropriety. My work has exhausted me," he attempted to explain several minutes later. "Will you wash me?"

Without realizing it, you wet your lips hungrily, struggling to keep your eyes fixed on his handsome face and not the beautifully sculpted lines and planes of his body.

Moments later, he sank into the warm water, head resting against the tub's edge as his eyes drifted closed. You had assisted the scientist with certain somewhat intimate tasks before, but he had never outright showed you his cock and asked that you bathe him.

Shallow breaths huffed through your lips as you reached for a cloth and dipped it into the water's warmth. With trembling fingers, you dragged the rag over his muscled chest, freezing as his eyes popped open to meet yours. He stared at you openly, fully, for a full minute before his eyes inevitably traveled down the smooth column of your neck to your heaving breasts. In this position, leaned forward and kneeling, he could see the fullness of them.

"You are very beautiful," he whispered, sitting up in the bath, which brought his lips dangerously close to the tempting line of your cleavage. "I worked all day and night trying to banish my wicked thoughts of you. I can see now that I have failed."

Wet fingers reached up to tug the laces holding your dress closed at your bosom. "I think if I do not taste you, I shall die."

He tugged and pulled until your breasts sprang free, full and ripe, nipples hard and straining, begging for his touch and attention. Breath and plush lips ghosting the swell of one breast, he cupped the other one gently, groaning in satisfaction as he massaged the soft flesh.

"I am your master," he choked out, restraining himself one moment longer. “But will you stay of your own free will?”

"I am yours to command, master," you gasped even as he sucked your nipple between his lips.

Your back arched, so sensitive and responsive to his touch, thrusting your breast further into his mouth, which he devoured hungrily. Dropping the cloth in your hand, your fingers found his wet curls, twisting through them and drawing him closer still to your bosom.

Hungry lips sucked at your soft skin, marking you for your him, leaving a path from your nipples to your chest, along your collarbone, over the smooth column of your throat and finally, his mouth sought yours out - wet and demanding as he cupped your face in his hands and slid his tongue inside your mouth.

He didn't kiss you like any lover before him. Not like the bumbling eagerness of your first lover, nor like a self-assured man who treated you like the next whore in line. There was a dizzying experience to his kissing - he was no stranger to it, but he had nothing to prove. He was a wealthy, aristocratic scientist, who already had your obedience and all the time in the world to take with you.

You surprised yourself by how boldly you kissed him back, raking your hands through his curls and pulling him closer until your naked breasts pressed to his bare, solid chest, and closer still, until you lost your balance and began to tumble into the tub with him.

A chuckle rumbled in Victor's chest as he gathered you to his naked body, dress and all, even as you stammered out an apology.

With one firm shake of his head, he tutted, dismissing your fears. "Take this off," he instructed, tugging at your dress, "and bathe with me. Your master commands it."

Eyes locked onto his, you wet your lips with the tip of your tongue, holding his gaze even while you obeyed him. "Yes, master. I will do everything you wish."

He smirked knowingly, helping you shed the heavy fabric weighing you down, before reverently tracing the shape of your bare shoulder. "You may come to regret such a declaration, my soft, sweet petal."

Finally free of the obstruction, your soaked dress plopped to the floor, leaving you wet, naked and draped over your master, whose hands roved all over your curves, pulling you against him as his mouth sought yours again.

His cock pressed against your abdomen, hands grasping the globes of your ass, squeezing demandingly. Gripping your hips, he shifted your body until the hot core of you rubbed up and down the length of his shaft.

Tearing his mouth from yours, he reached between your bodies to drag his fingers between your folds. "Are you a virgin, Petal?"

Seeing you hesitate, his fingers slipped between your folds and found your clit, rubbing tempting circles over it. "Whatever your answer, it will not displease me. Do I need to open you up to take this cock?"

Almost involuntarily, your hips shifted, grinding against his hand as he fingered you open, teasing your clit with his thumb as one digit slipped inside, tauntingly inching toward the spongy softness.

"I am no virgin," you panted, "but not extremely...experienced either." Your eyes dipped demurely even as he boldly slid a second finger into your eager hole. "But I confess, you are...well endowed. Thicker and longer...and it has been some time."

Hearing your sweet lips utter things about the size of his cock had it twitching against your thigh, aching to bury it in your sweet cunt.

His eyes darkened with desire as you rocked against his hand, lips falling open as he stretched you with a third finger, shoving them deep inside you.

Hardly able to contain yourself, you fucked yourself faster on his fingers, tits bouncing in the water as you chased your pleasure. He didn't mind a woman with a little experience, especially for what he had planned for you.

He sucked your nipple into his mouth, rubbing you faster and faster until you cried out his name, your body seizing in ecstasy, pleasure surging through every part of you. Gripping his shoulders for support, you gave yourself over to it wholly. It had been so long since anything other than your own fingers gave you any pleasure, and never anyone so handsome or stately as Victor.

Before you could come back to yourself, he positioned your hips, notching his tip at your drenched folds, so wet and hot, even more so than the cooling bath.

You felt him enter you, thick and heavy, pushing in slowly, filling your fluttering cunt deliciously. Just when you thought he'd sheathed himself inside you fully, you rocked your hips, hissing suddenly as more and more of his length plunged inside.

"Too much?" He taunted, pushing in further still. "Be obedient and take all your master's cock."

"Yes, master," you panted, finally feeling the end of him stretch you wide open. With difficulty, you began to undulate beneath the water's surface, riding your master even as the sting of it made you want to lie down and give up - to simply let him use you, fuck you open, spill his seed and then let you recover.

Bracing your hands on his chest, you lifted up to better control your movements, shifting into a slightly more comfortable position. A soft sigh of relief left your lips as you started to ride him faster.

"You are certainly no virgin," he murmured against your throat, arms winding around your back, pressing and pulling you into him intimately. "You know how to fuck a man."

His bold words gave you pause. Perhaps he wanted a woman more innocent.

"Do not stop," he ordered you, easing back to look into your eyes. "I've not bedded such a beautiful woman in too long."

"Master, I - "

"Obey me," he lowly growled, gripping your hips and moving you back and forth, faster and rougher, until water overflowed out of the side of the tub, drenching the floor. "You said you are mine to command."

"Yes, master," you gasped, wrapping your arms behind his neck and sinking down on his length, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. The wet heat surrounding your bodies, sloshing loudly, making a mess of everything as you ravaged one another urged you to ride him faster, drawing a desperate moan from your throat.

Embarrassed that someone might hear you, you clamped your palm over your lips but he roughly jerked it away.

"Give your sounds to me," he panted as your slick, naked body bounced deliciously. "I want to hear what this cock does to you."

His filthy words went straight to your core, which clamped down hard around his length. Back arching, your walls fluttered around him, drawing his own orgasm out of him with a strangled cry. He gripped your shoulders and held you against him, making sure you took every drop of his spend until you slowed your rocking and melted against his chest.

He stroked your back soothingly, allowing you to come back to yourself, pressing gentle kisses to your temple and cheeks, and finally, as you turned your face up to his, he kissed your mouth, slow and deep as he softened inside you.

He tasted you and held you until the cool air kissing your skin alerted you to the fact that his bath and grown cold, and you still had not washed him. Sitting up abruptly, you pushed wet hair out of your eyes, hastily apologizing.

"You have given yourself to me. No apology is needed," he assured you, standing to help you out of the tub. "Let us quickly wash and I will find us something suitable to wear."

"Yes master," you whispered, scurrying to move quicker than him, and feeling awkward at the thought that Master Frankenstein would need to serve himself in any way.

The sight of your concerned flurry, while stark naked stirred something domestic inside him, and, at the sight of your bare ass bent over to scoop up your drenched dress, his hands reached for the swell of your hips from behind.

You flinched in surprise, quickly turning to face him, but he mistook it for you briefly for withdrawing from his attention.

"Forgive me," you both uttered simultaneously, sharing a soft laugh.

Easing toward you, he reached for your hand. "Will you be able to relax in my company, especially now that I've been inside you?"

Wetting your lips, you found yourself mesmerized by his water-slicked hair, and droplets dancing on his long eyelashes.

"You speak boldly, Master Frankenstein, as is your right," you diplomatically responded. "I do not know if I have earned the right to speak as plainly as you."

He shrugged one shoulder. "Say anything you wish. I will not hold against you."

Shifting nervously from foot to foot, you glanced around you. "I have only this dress to wear. I-I should dress myself and draw you a new, hot bath before cleaning up this mess. I know you are very tired after your day."

With a small, knowing smile, he lifted the sopping dress from the floor. "Are you not also tired? Is your work day not also long?"

You weren't sure how to respond, so he took charge, as usual.

"I wish for us to quickly wash, ring out this dress and lie down in my bed."

"Yes, master." You quickly got to work, both of you doing as Victor instructed.

What you did not expect was to be laid nude across the softest, warmest bed your skin had ever touched. Victor slid into bed beside you, clean and naked. He pulled you close to his chest and covered your mouth with his own, kissing you deeply.

Your cold skin warmed quickly and you moaned into his mouth as he slid one muscular thigh between your legs, pushing the meat of his thigh between your wet folds.

He held you and kissed you for so long, a tiny sliver of your mind began to feel like his lover, safe in his bed, cherished and adored. Even more so when he kissed a trail down your throat to your breasts, where he kissed and sucked your nipples until your slick desire pooled and dripped onto the sheets.

Down further he went, kissing and littering your stomach with sucks and marks until his nose nudged between your legs. He paused, glancing up at you with hazy eyes through long lashes. “I want to experiment with your cunt."

The strange request confused you, but a breathy 'yes' fell from your lips. Once again, his bold words made you crave him even more.

You didn't realize then what you were agreeing to.

Victor dragged his hot tongue through your folds, collecting your juices before settling in, pulling your thighs over his shoulders, and placing a pillow underneath your hips. He spent the next half hour tracing every fold and exploring each crevice with nothing more than the tip of his tongue, from your clit all the way to your puckered hole. You were panting from the slightest stimulation, but there wasn't enough friction yet for you to come.

Next, he sampled you with his lips, sucking and kissing and hotly breathing over your folds, over and over until a whine from your mouth prompted his lips finally up to your clit. He massaged the swollen bud with his lips, but so feather-light, it felt like only a tease.

Your hands twisted in the sheets as he taunted you, ghosting your most sensitive spot with breath and brushes of his lips but never really lavishing you with the strokes and sucks and licks you craved.

Hearing you whimper again, he raised his head. "Tell me," he ordered. "As your master for what you need."

"Please," you cried, your hips bucking upward.

"Ask me," he repeated. "Beg your master."

"Your mouth, please," you gasped. "Put your lips on me. Suck me."

He swatted your cunt with his hand. The sharp sting granted you a moment of delicious friction and you moaned loudly.

"You presume to command me?"

"Please master," you begged.

He seemed pleased enough to lower his mouth back to your clit and gently suck it between his lips. Even that slight bit of friction and contact after so much temptation and teasing caused your back to arch wildly off the bed.

Smiling against your pussy, he worked his lips over and over your clit, sucking and and kissing and rolling his tongue over it until, only moments later, you gushed all over his mouth, gasping in pleasure.

After such a build up and delicious release, your body collapsed, craving sleep, but his experiment had only just begun. Without warning, he sucked at your sensitive bud again, for a full minute, pulling whining moans from your throat at the overstimulation.

He kept going, sinking the meat of his tongue into your core, gripping your thighs to pull you down, moving your limp body to fuck you on his tongue. It felt so good, but it was too much - you were too sensitive and he was relentless, plunging his tongue in and out of your hole as his nose nudged at your tender clit over and over again.

This time, he didn't wait for begging, he simply took, dragging you closer to another, harder climax which shook your body from head to toe, and brought guttural, filthy sounds and curses from your lips. You'd never come so hard in your life. It sent fiery pleasure surging through your body down to your fingertips and toes, contracting every muscle before it completely wiped you out and left you boneless.

But he would not relent. This time, his tongue collected your copious juices, laving a trail downward. Your body tensed as he toyed with parts of you no one had dared touch before, but it wasn't long before his lips kissed a trail back up to your clit. He sucked hard and the overstimulation you felt made you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Victor, please," you begged, without realizing your error. You were half out of your mind, after all, with pleasure and now, the slightest big of nerve-searing pain.

He lifted up from between your legs, chin and lips glistening with your slick. "The sound of my name on your lips pleases me." And he dove back in.

Your mind went blank as he coaxed orgasm after orgasm from your exhausted body. Nothing in your life had ever felt so simultaneously painful yet so wonderfully delicious.

The next morning you awoke, groggy, naked, but clean. Quickly climbing out of bed, you tried to get your bearings. Victor finished dressing himself as you scrambled to your feet, apologizing profusely.

A luxurious robe lay across the end of the bed and Victor nodded toward it. "Put that on. Your dress is being cleaned and new dress will be delivered this afternoon."

"Y-yes, master," you stammered, quickly tying the elegant garment around your body, realizing you'd never felt such expensive fabric against your skin.

"Thank you, for your kindness, but...how should I go about my work day in a robe?"

"Take the day off," Victor shrugged. "When was the last day you took some time for yourself?"

You had no idea how to answer that. You typically received two days a month off, which was one more than most servants.

"But I had last Tuesday off, and who will serve your meals? Who will - "

"I require your services in the laboratory today," he interrupted. He then explained that he would have food brought to the top of the stairs for you to retrieve and bring the rest of the way to the lab.

The two of you took your morning meal together around an hour later, and Victor noticed how clearly uncomfortable you felt parading around his laboratory in a robe while shirking your duties.

"I apologize for what happened to your dress," he said softly as you gathered up the dirty dishes. Laying his hand on your arm, he halted your bustling. "Forgive me, Petal."

"Master Frankenstein, there is nothing to forgive. You've been more than generous. Indulgent, even. I do not even know what to say."

"Say you will quit worrying yourself."

"I cannot."

"You'll disobey my order?"

Your eyes dipped once more. "Of course not. I will obey anything you wish."

Victor motioned for you to empty your hands. Reaching for your hips, he guided you close to him, taking a seat on a stool as you stood before him.

"There is something I wish of you. I want you to give your body over completely to my control."

You fidgeted in his embrace, your skin heating at his proposition. "You mean...the way it was last night, in your bed?"

Pulling at the tie of your robe, he slowly nodded. "That and more." The robe fell open, revealing your naked body. "So very much more." Brushing the back of his fingers across your abdomen, he pressed his lips to your flesh, nuzzling between your breasts as chills erupted all over your skin.

"Say yes," he coaxed, mouthing at the swell of your breast. "Say your body and soul belong to me - utterly."

"Yes," you panted as his breath fell in heated puffs over your nipple.

This was how you came to be in a new kind of service to your Master Frankenstein, and how you found your wrists and ankles fastened to a laboratory table by metal cuffs, unsure of whether you would experience pleasure or pain. Or both.

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