Story: A Betrayal Most Wicked. Chapter 5.

by Jackie J

Eighteen months had passed, two years since Jennifer Robertson’s release from Stag moor and a further visit to Brookdale, by members of the Parole board, had been arranged. Jenny, made aware of the impending visit, clung to some forlorn hope of emancipation, a release from her nightmare. Jane her once friend now her Mistress had reinforced on many occasions that she must be her maid to fulfil the conditions of her parole. This arrangement could not go on for ever, it just couldn’t she was losing her mind becoming ever more accepting of her insidious subjugation. This time, this visit she will try her hardest, like she had on previous visits, she must convince them beyond doubt she is nothing but a maid at Brookdale and happy to be in the service of her friend, her mistress.  Surely when they know this, she would be released from the conditions of her parole, like her mistress had told her they would.

A curtsying maid welcomed the members of the parole board into the Williams household. With Jenny in the kitchen preparing refreshments for her Mistress and guests Jane sat with the panel discussing the parolee. The leader of the group, who had been to Brooklands previously, reviewed the end of Jennifer Robertson’s Parole eager to conclude her business. Her previous visits on the six month scheduled checks had raised, no concerns, this to her was merely a form filling exercise and nothing more.  The other two members had not visited The Williams previously and were both curious to know how a once senior executive could have become and still remained such a willing maid especially in the home of her long time friend. Having witnessed the servile persona of the maid when they entered Brookland’s they were even more curious.

Story: A Betrayal Most Wicked. Chapter 4.

by Jackie J

There was little truth in what Jane had told her long-time rival. The understaffed Parole board in truth cared little for the welfare or future of ex-inmates beyond the mandatory six months, usually spent in a halfway house facility. There were no draconian conditions. Given a sponsor was found and all the forms were filled in correctly the Parole board were happy just to have an address. Jennifer couldn’t work in the financial sector that was true but being a maid? That wasn’t even mentioned on any of the paperwork that was eventually signed off. It was understood Jennifer would be merely staying as a guest at her friend’s house. Jennifer being a housemaid was only mentioned once in passing to the manager at the hostel when Jane visited. 

There would be six-monthly visits to check on the Parolee for a couple of years until they could be signed of as no risk but that was all. All curfew and conditions rarely applied beyond the initial six months period especially with white collar criminals. The non- disclosure agreement, the gagging order that was raised by Microck MD? The company had folded years ago, and any such agreements meant little and were no longer valid.  Jennifer did not know this and trusted what her friend had told her and, held in the seclusion of Brooklands, she was unlikely to ever know any different. 

Story: A Betrayal Most Wicked. Chapter 3.

by Jackie J

Unannounced, Miss Albright walked into Jenny’s quarters and smiled at her nervous looking maid dressed in her uniform.

“A good fit I see, Mistresses measurements were correct, let me see you curtsy then.”

Jennifer looked at Miss Albright with a degree of incredulity and confused disbelief.

“What? Curtsy why?”

Miss Albrights eyes tightened, and her lip curled restrained anger in her tone.

“Because you are a fucking maid and maids curtsy to their betters so show me girl.”

Jennifer shivered at Miss Albrights short tirade and sank into a shallow curtsy.

Miss Albrights tone softened.

“Good, that’s right, now when you are spoken to by me or a member of the Williams family you will take care to curtsy just like that, an acknowledgment of them and that you have understood what you have been told to do. Yes Miss, Yes Sir or Yes Madame will be your mantra from now on, do you understand girl?” 

  

Was Jennifer mocking Miss Albrights instruction or most likely just fearful of this amazon of a woman and dropped another curtsy.

“Yes Miss.”