Still doing that one word meme prompt? how about “victorian”? i am totally not on a content binge of maid being sought after by their master
AN: Well, I hope I will be satisfying that craving with something that isn’t per se a master seeking after the maid. It’s a close second. A Lord taking advantage of his position and authority to do some pretty nasty things to someone in a lesser position of power, like a servant or a poor man. :)
Ships: Tomarry
Rating: E
Warnings: Alternate Universe - Victorian, Rape/Non-Con Elements, Forced Crossdressing, Extremely Dubious Consent, Disturbing Themes, Internalized Homophobia, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period-Typical Sexism, Explicit Sexual Content, Power Imbalance, POV Third Person Limited, Corporal Punishment
You can read the entire story on AO3 here.
Excerpt:
The corset was tight enough to stifle his breathing, but Harry did not dare complain. That was what his oppressor wanted, desired. Harry could sense his excitement, his prurient interest like the press of a naked palm on skin. Harry would not react, must not.
“That’s it, Harry.”
It was a croon, and it took every ounce of self-control Harry possessed to remain standing as Lord Riddle laced the corset over his ribs, fingertips brushing every which way over the chemise he’d forced him to wear in a manner that was lacking all vestiges of propriety.
This was wrong. A sin.
Harry recognised this for what it was. Proper Christian men did not indulge in these base fantasies, did not allow themselves to be swept away by the whispers of the devil, but Harry had been given little choice.
Even knowing that he was sacrificing himself to the whims of a rogue, Harry could do nothing as he was forced into women’s wear, petted and prodded in a manner that made his skin crawl. Lord Riddle’s threats were not to be taken lightly; powerful men that could hide their cruelty behind a smile were the most dangerous of all.
It was for that reason alone that Harry had chosen not to run, to cut his losses and take his ill parents away to the seaside to escape the cruel grip of Lord Riddle’s fingers. But Riddle was a shrewd man, had known what to say in order to keep Harry within his careful grasp.
His fate had been sealed, his life forfeit, from the moment Lord Riddle had said he would kill his parents if he resisted or failed to comply.
