Story: Biometrics don't lie. Part 17.

by Melissa 

Part 17. Under Sabrina's thumb. 

The morning sunlight streamed in through the dusty window, casting long shadows across my cramped room of the maid's quarters. I groaned, rolling over to avoid the rays. I had been sleeping on a hard cot for two weeks, ever since I had been mistaken for a delinquent girl and forced to become a school maid at Elmwood Academy. My dreams of a posh private school had turned into a nightmare of endless chores and the strict supervision of Mrs. Henderson, the head maid. Despite my attempt to clarify the identity mistake with the Dean, Mrs. Cavendish, my situation remained unchanged. Mrs. Cavendish, with an air of unwavering resolve, insisted I maintain my duties as school maid while she investigated the matter further. This left me in a peculiar position, unsure of the future but committed to fulfilling my assigned tasks for the time being. 

Today was different from other days though. Mrs. Henderson was away for several hours, and Sabrina, another school maid who I had grown to loathe, was in charge. Sabrina was often cruel to me, taking pleasure in humiliating me. I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as I climbed out of bed. 

As I made my way downstairs, I noticed that Sabrina was already waiting for me in the kitchen. The normally cheerful room was now tense and uncomfortable. "Good morning, Melissa," Sabrina said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I hope you're ready for another day of hard work." I forced a weak smile, not wanting to antagonize Sabrina further. 

I followed Sabrina through the hallways, past the empty classrooms and locked doors. Today, I was assigned to clean the science lab. My heart sank as I remembered the last time I had been in there. I had accidentally broken a beaker, and Mrs. Henderson had scolded me severely. 

While I wouldn't normally be allowed in, Sabrina used her fingerprint to grant me access to the lab. I felt a shiver of anxiety run down my spine. "Now, Melissa," Sabrina said, her voice low and threatening, "I want you to clean this place spotless. And if I see even the tiniest speck of dust, you'll be sorry." With that, she turned and walked away, leaving me alone with my thoughts. 

I took a deep breath and began to survey the lab. It was a mess. Beakers and test tubes were scattered across the counters, and the floor was covered in a layer of grime. I grabbed a mop and bucket and started to clean, methodically scrubbing the tiles until they shone. As I worked, I couldn't help but wonder when Mrs. Henderson would return. I didn't trust Sabrina to be in charge for very long. 

Time seemed to drag on as I cleaned. I wiped down the lab tables, scrubbed the sinks, and even cleaned out the cabinets. Finally, I turned her attention to the countertops, polishing them until they glistened. I felt a sense of satisfaction as I looked around the now spotless lab. Just as I was about to leave, I heard a noise coming from the back of the room. I turned and saw Sabrina standing there, arms crossed over her chest, watching me intently. I swallowed hard and straightened my back, trying to appear confident despite my fear. 

"I thought I told you to clean everything," Sabrina hissed, her voice dripping with malice. "Looks like you missed something." She pointed to a small, dusty corner of the room that I hadn't noticed before. "Go on, clean it up. And don't you dare try to fool me." 

My heart sank. I knew she wasn't going to let me get away with it. Slowly, I walked over to the corner and knelt down, my hands trembling as I began to brush the dust away. The longer I knelt there, the more I realized that there was no escaping Sabrina's cruel games, at least as long as Mrs. Cavendish's enquiry was still underway. 

As I cleaned, I glanced up at Sabrina, hoping for some sign that she was satisfied. But Sabrina only stood there, watching me with a cold, calculating expression. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I finished cleaning the corner. I stood up, my legs shaking, and turned to face Sabrina. 

"That's done, Miss Sabrina," I said, my voice wavering slightly. "I cleaned everything you asked me to." 

Sabrina stepped forward, her expression unreadable. "Very well," she said at last. "You may leave now." I let out a silent breath of relief and turned to exit the room. But as I reached for the fingerprint scanner, Sabrina's voice stopped me. "Oh, and Melissa?" 

I turned back slowly, my heart pounding. "Yes?" 

Sabrina smiled coldly. "Oh, nothing important. Just remember who's in charge here, Melissa." With that, she gestured for me to leave the room. I hesitated for a moment, but finally forced myself to scan my fingerprint to open the door and step back into the hallway. The door slammed shut behind me. I sighed heavily and leaned against the wall, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over me. I had never been good at confrontation, and Sabrina seemed to know just how to push my buttons. As I stood there, trying to catch my breath, I wondered when Mrs. Henderson would finally return. I needed someone to talk to, to confide in, but with Sabrina in charge, it would be too risky to escape to speak with Agnès, the receptionist, who was the only person at Elmwood Academy who believed me. 

I glanced down at my hands, still trembling from fear and frustration. I hated feeling so helpless, so powerless. I wished I could just go home, back to my normal life where I didn't have to worry about Sabrina's cruel games. But I knew that wasn't an option for now. Not before I was given my identity back. But hopefully, the dean, Mrs. Cavendish, would speak with Maria, my former family maid, very soon and I would be reinstated as a student. 

As I stood there, lost in thought, I heard footsteps approaching from the other end of the hallway. My heart leapt into my throat, my muscles tensing in anticipation. It could be Mrs. Henderson, coming back to check on me. Or it could be Sabrina, coming to torment me even more. I steeled myself, trying to project an air of confidence and defiance, before finally turning to face the person who had arrived. 

It was Sabrina. 

My heart sank as the younger girl sauntered up to me, a wicked smile curling her lips. "Ah, Melissa," she said sweetly. "I've been looking for you." I forced herself to stand tall, despite the trembling in my legs. "What do you want, Miss Sabrina?" I asked, my voice steady despite my fear. 

Sabrina laughed lightly, her eyes flicking over my body. "Oh, nothing too important," she replied, her voice dripping with condescension. "I just thought you might enjoy a little change of scenery. You know, to break up the monotony of cleaning the lab." I felt a shiver run down my spine. I knew that this was going to be demeaning. 

The younger girl reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. "Here," she said, handing it to me. "This is your new assignment. It's your punishment for missing a spot of dust earlier." I took the paper, my hands shaking. As I unfolded it, she felt a fresh wave of nausea wash over me. "You want me to... to do what?" I managed to choke out. 

Sabrina smirked. "Oh, come on, Melissa. It's not that bad. It's just a little bit of fun. Besides, you've always been so good at following orders." I looked down at the paper, my eyes wide with disbelief. The instructions were explicit and humiliating. There was no way I could ever do this. "I can't," I said, my voice barely audible. "I won't." 

Sabrina rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a baby about this. Just do it. It's not such a big deal." She leaned in closer, lowering her voice to a mock-conspiratorial whisper. "And think of it this way: if you don't do this, I'll tell Mrs Henderson you disobeyed me. And you'll get the long and hard public spanking you were promised the next time you disobey." I swallowed hard, feeling a knot of fear forming in my stomach. I knew Sabrina wasn't bluffing. 

"Fine," I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do it." I glanced around nervously, feeling a mixture of shame and panic. "But you have to promise me that this is the last time. That you won't make me do anything else like this." 

Sabrina laughed again, her voice cold and mocking. "Oh, I promise you, Melissa. I will find another punishment for you next time. I'll make sure of it." I swallowed hard, unable to meet Sabrina's eyes. I felt a hot tear trickle down my cheek, but forced it back. There was no point in showing any more weakness. 

With a heavy heart, I took the paper and turned to leave the hallway. The instructions on the paper led me to the school's main lobby, a place I had only seen in passing since my arrival. The grand staircase, gleaming under the chandeliers, was a stark contrast to the dusty lab I had just cleaned. My nerves were on edge as I approached the area where the task was to be completed. 

The lobby was deserted, thankfully. I took a deep breath and started to carry out the humiliating assignment. The task was to clean the floor with a toothbrush, on my hands and knees, while dressed in my school maid's uniform. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. 

As I worked, I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I didn't want to do this, didn't want Sabrina to have this kind of power over me. But I had no choice. My mind raced. How come Mrs Cavendish hadn't established my true identity yet? Had she spoken with Maria? I couldn't bear the thought of living like this any longer. Each stroke of the toothbrush against the cold marble floor was a reminder of the powerlessness I felt. But amidst the despair, a spark of determination grew. I would not let Sabrina or anyone else control my fate. 

After several hours, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching the lobby. My heart hammered in my chest. I didn't want anyone to see me like this. But when I looked up, it was not a student or teacher that I feared. It was Agnès, the kind-hearted receptionist who had tried to help me several times since I first arrived. She had a puzzled expression on her face, her eyes widening as she took in the scene before her. 

"Melissa," she said, her voice filled with concern. "What are you doing?" 

I looked up at her, the toothbrush frozen in my hand. "It's a... it's a punishment, Miss Agnès," I mumbled, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Miss Sabrina said I had to do this." 

Agnès' eyes narrowed. "Why would you be given such a task?" she asked, her voice firm. 

"Miss Sabrina said I missed a spot of dust in the science lab," I replied, unable to meet her gaze. "And if I don't comply, she'll tell Mrs. Henderson that I disobeyed her, with dire consequences for me." 

Agnès' expression grew stern. "I don't like this one bit," she said, crossing her arms. "I'll talk to Mrs. Cavendish. She's the one who can sort this out." With that, she turned and walked away, her heels echoing in the vast, empty lobby. I watched her go, feeling a tiny glimmer of hope. Maybe Agnès could help convince the dean that I wasn't a thief, that I belonged here as a student, not a maid. 

A few minutes later, Sabrina came back. "Stop. That's good enough," she said, her eyes glittering with a mix of satisfaction and power. 

I stopped cleaning the floor with the toothbrush and looked up at Sabrina, feeling a mixture of anger, humiliation, and fear. 

"You know," Sabrina said, her voice low and seductive, "you look good on your knees like that." 

I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment at Sabrina's comment. I tried to ignore it, but Sabrina's eyes never left me. 

"You're quite a skilled cleaner, aren't you? You seem to enjoy scrubbing the floor," Sabrina said sarcastically. 

"I'm just doing my job," I replied stiffly, trying to keep my voice steady. 

"But you're not just doing your job, are you? You're enjoying it. I can see how much you love cleaning, how much you love being on your hands and knees," Sabrina said with a smug expression. 

"That's not true," I protested, feeling my frustration growing. I hated having to do these tasks, and even if I took pride in doing them well, the thought of giving Sabrina any satisfaction by admitting it was unbearable. 

"Oh, come on. I know you love it. You love being treated like a maid, being bossed around by someone like me," Sabrina taunted. 

I clenched my jaw, feeling angry and humiliated at Sabrina's words. "That's not true," I repeated, my voice filled with conviction. 

"Then why do you always seem so eager to do whatever I ask? You seldom argue, never complain. You just do whatever I say, without question," Sabrina pointed out, relishing in the power she felt over me. 

"Because I have no choice!" I exclaimed, finally losing her temper. "I'm stuck here, being treated like a maid, instead of being a student. I have no power, no say in anything. I have no choice but to do whatever you say." 

Sabrina smiled at the outburst. "See, you do love it. You love having no power, no control. It's freeing, isn't it?" 

I was taken aback by Sabrina's words. "No, it's not freeing. It's humiliating. It's demeaning. I'm not a maid, I'm a student," I protested. 

"Oh please, you look so good in that uniform. Like you were meant to be a maid," Sabrina said, her voice dripping with condescension. 

I felt a pang of shame run through me, knowing that Sabrina had a point. Despite my protests, I couldn't deny that there was something about the routine of cleaning that calmed me down. The smell of the cleaning supplies, the satisfaction of seeing the floor go from dirty to clean, it was almost therapeutic. But the thought of admitting that to her was too much to bear. 

"The uniform doesn't have anything to do with it," I muttered, blushing deeply.

 "Oh, but it does. It shows everyone who you really are, underneath all that pride and arrogance you carry around," Sabrina said, walking around me and observing me from all angles. "You're not a student. You're a maid. You belong on your hands and knees, scrubbing floors and serving others." 

I felt a shiver run down my spine as Sabrina's words hit me. I had always prided myself on being independent and strong-willed, and it was true that I had a bit of an attitude. But the idea of being reduced to a subservient role, of having to constantly bow and scrape to someone else's whims, was deeply disturbing. 

"That's not true," I whispered, my voice sounding unsure even to my own ears. 

"You can deny it all you want, but we both know the truth. You may act tough, but deep down, there's something in you that craves servitude," Sabrina said, her voice low and sultry. "You want someone to tell you what to do. You want someone to take control and make all the decisions for you." 

My mind was racing, torn between my desire to rebel and my growing sense of helplessness. I didn't want to admit that there was a part of me that was drawn to the idea of submission, of giving up control. But every word Sabrina spoke seemed to ring with truth, stirring something deep within me.

 "I don't want that," I protested weakly. 

"Oh, but you do," Sabrina said, standing directly behind me. "I can see it in your eyes. I can hear it in your voice. You can lie to yourself all you want, but you can't lie to me." She ran her fingers along the back of my neck, causing me to shiver. "You want to be controlled. You want to be dominated. You want to submit." 

My breathing hitched as Sabrina's fingers traced over my skin. There was something primal about the touch, something that made my body react against my will. "I... I don't..."           protested weakly, but the rest of my sentence trailed off into a soft gasp as Sabrina's fingers continued their delicate exploration. 

Sabrina chuckled, sensing my resistance crumbling. "You don't what? You don't want to be controlled? You don't want to submit?" She moved her fingers down to my shoulder, tracing gentle patterns along my bare skin. "But you do. You're just afraid to admit it. You're afraid to give in to the desires that are burning inside you."

 I shook my head, even as my body betrayed me. My breath came in short gasps, and my skin tingled under Sabrina's touch. "I... I don't... I wouldn't..." I stuttered, unable to form a coherent sentence as Sabrina continued to toy with me. 

"You would. You want to. You need to," Sabrina whispered in my ear. "You need to feel the pleasure of submission, the freedom of letting go." She stepped even closer to me, closing the gap between us. "You're such a pretty little thing," she said, her eyes roaming over my body. 

I felt a tingle of fear run down my spine as Sabrina reached out and ran her fingers through my hair. 

"You know, I've always liked pretty things like you," Sabrina whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "And I always like to take care of my things..." She grabbed my wrist, her grip tight and possessive. 

"You're mine," Sabrina growled, her voice laced with possession. "And you'll do whatever I say, whenever I say it." 

I tried to pull away, but Sabrina's grip was too strong. I felt powerless against Sabrina's domineering personality. 

"Let go of me," I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady. 

Sabrina's smile grew wider, and she leaned in closer. "Oh, I don't think you understand your place here, Melissa. You're not a student. You're a maid. And maids do as they're told." 

The way she emphasized the word "maid" made me cringe. It was a stark reminder of the power dynamic that had been forced upon me, and I felt the anger rising in my chest. "What do you want from me?" I spat, trying to pull away from her grip. 

Sabrina's eyes lit up at my resistance, and she leaned in even closer, her nose almost touching mine. "I want to see you beg," she murmured, her breath hot on my face. "Beg for me to let you go. To spare you from the punishments. To treat you like the lowly servant you are." 

"But Miss Sabrina," I said, "why are you so mean to me?" 

Sabrina smiled coldly, walking around me in a slow circle. "Because you're an easy target, sweetheart. You're young, pretty, and completely helpless. How could I resist?" 

"Please Miss Sabrina," I insisted, "that is not right." 

Sabrina chuckled, stopping in front of me. "Right and wrong have nothing to do with it, doll face. You're at my mercy, and I can do whatever I want to you." She reached out and traced her fingers along my jawline, her touch mockingly gentle. "What I want is to have fun with you. And I know, that deep down, you'll like it." 

"What is wrong?" I asked. "Have I offended you? Or do you hate me?" 

Sabrina laughed, her tone mocking. "Offend me? Hate you? On the contrary, I like you. I just enjoy having power over weaker, defenceless little things like you." She grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at her. "But don't worry, doll face. I'm going to enjoy taming you. Making you my obedient little toy. And you'll enjoy it as well." 

"But Miss Sabrina," I whispered, "you were so much nicer on Sunday, when you allowed me to rest and to visit the hidden garden. Can't you be nice to me again?" 

Sabrina's expression darkened slightly at the mention of the past. "Nice? You want me to be nice to you again? Why, when I'm enjoying having so much power over you right now?" She paused, her fingers tracing down my throat. "But you're right, doll face. I was nice to you on Sunday, and you did seem to enjoy that, didn't you?" 

A flicker of hope ignited within me. "Yes, I did," I murmured, trying to appeal to any semblance of kindness she had shown before. "Could we... could we go back to that?" 

Sabrina's grip on my chin tightened for a moment before she released me. She tapped her chin thoughtfully, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I'll tell you what," she said, "I'll spare you from further punishment today. But only if you do something for me." 

"What do you want?" I asked, desperation creeping into my voice. 

Sabrina smirked, looking down at her gleaming, black stilettos. "I want you to kiss my shoes," she said, her voice as smooth as velvet. "Prove to me that you're willing to be a good little maid." 

My stomach turned at the thought, but I knew better than to disobey. Slowly, I bent down, feeling the heat from her body as I approached her feet. The leather was cold and hard against my lips, and I had to force myself not to gag. I pressed a gentle kiss to the toe of her left shoe, my eyes squeezed shut, trying to block out the reality of the situation. 

"Look at me," she ordered, and I reluctantly opened my eyes to meet hers. They were full of triumph and something else - something that made my heart race even faster. I didn't dare disobey. I kissed the other shoe, my cheek brushing against her ankle. 

"Good girl," she purred, and the sound of her voice sent a shiver down my spine. "Now stand up for your reward," she said. 

I did as she instructed, rising to my feet and keeping my gaze on the floor. The room felt heavy with the power she held over me, and I could feel the heat from her body as she stepped closer. Without warning, she leaned down and pressed her lips to mine in a firm, possessive kiss. It was a gesture that sent a jolt of fear and excitement through me, and I couldn't help but respond, my body betraying the thoughts racing through my mind. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and she tasted of mint and coffee. Something within me snapped, and I found myself kissing her back with a passion that surprised even me. 

Sabrina pulled away, her eyes glinting with victory. "Good girl," she murmured, stroking my cheek. "Now, remember who's in charge here." With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving me standing in the lobby, my knees still trembling from the encounter. My lips tasted faintly of mint and coffee, a strange mix that mirrored the confusion swirling inside me. Revulsion warred with a strange sense of awakening, and I wasn't sure what scared me more - Sabrina's cruelty or my own unexpected response.