Annabel listened to the echoing sound of Veronica's high heels, followed by the door closing. She was now alone with two strange men-in the most vulnerable position a girl could possibly find herself in!

Deeply aware of the presence of her male onlookers, Annabel tried to focus upon her pointless task. With just a bowl of plain water to scrub already spotless tiles, it was all too obvious by now that her job here was just a charade. Just as she had been dreading all along, she was again a part of some deviant game in which she was the central character. Having been subjected to such puerile indignities dozens of times by Nash and his circle didn't make this current scenario any easier to deal with, however. Perhaps it was the large house with its trappings of wealth that intimidated her so much-the very surroundings that she had grown up accustomed to. Now she was on the other side of the fence, and the unsettling part was that a tiny voice in her head was suggesting that she actually belonged there!

As she began to scrub, a shadow fell across the wall and Annabel drew in a sharp breath. One of the cooks was standing right behind her, probably just inches from her proffered rear-end! After a brief pause, Annabel began to scrub away again, head down, in the vain hope that he would go away.

"Can I help you with that bowl, honey?"

It was Ivan, of course, the fat, older one with the bulbous nose and sleazy eyes. Still keeping her face averted Annabel glanced to the right. In her anxious state, she had moved a couple of feet away from the bowl of water without realizing it.

"N-No, it's okay," she stammered, and started to shuffle back over to the bowl, but a pudgy hand landed on her back and Annabel froze.

"Let me," Ivan said.

His shadow moved on the wall and she heard the water sloshing around in the bowl, and then to her utter shock she felt the contents of the bowl cascade all over her backside! Startled, Annabel sat up on her knees as the water pooled around her. In spite of her concerns as to what Ivan might do to her next, her bigger fear was the likelihood of Veronica punishing her for this! Her panties and the hem of her dress were absolutely soaked!

"Oops!" Ivan said. "Lost my grip."

Still with her back to him, Annabel felt both of his hands on her shoulders now, and she stiffened as he firmly pushed her back down.

Oh! Stop touching me!

"Just carry on as Miss Veronica instructed you," he said in a soothing tone. "I'll tell her it was an accident."

Reluctantly, Annabel allowed him to press her into her former prone position, and she hesitatingly started to scrub the tiles again. She just knew she was going to get into trouble for this, but there was nothing she could do about it. Resigning herself to her fate, she continued with her menial chore and was relieved to see Ivan's shadow retreat from the white wall in front of her. After feeling his fingers upon her, she had been bracing herself for a more intimate groping, but puzzled as she was that it didn't materialize, she had no option other than to keep her nose to the tiles and hope she was going to get away with it.

Even though her scrubbing was making absolutely no difference to the immaculate tiles, Annabel figured she had to go through the motions, and with her wet panties clinging uncomfortably to her buttocks, she shuffled along toward the center of the wall.

For a while she worked in silence, the only sounds being the rasping of her brush and the clinking of pans which meant the two cooks had thankfully returned to their work. But as she continued, Annabel suddenly became aware that something quite alarming was beginning to happen to her underwear!