THIS IS AN X RATED STORY THAT INVOLVES COERCION, RAPE, INCEST, AND FETISH CONTENT SUCH AS LOLICON, MILF, IMPREGNATION, AND POSSIBLE OTHERS. EVERY CHARATER IS 18 YEARS OLD OR OLDER, AND ANY TEXT THAT SUGGESTS OTHERWISE IS A FUCKING TYPO. DO NOT REPEAT ANY OF THIS SHIT IN REAL LIFE, MAY DEATH FIND THAT FUCKER QUICKLY AND MAY HE SUFFER AS HORRIBLY AS HE POSSIBLY CAN.
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It was a warm summer day when we buried my father. I'd forgotten how much dissonance there was between that moment and the weather that day. It would have just been a normal summer day any other day, a time to be outdoors, a time to enjoy nature, a time to clean, a time to trim the hedges, a time to have a picnic, a time to train your body, and a time to take an outing into town.
As I looked around I tried to remember the faces of people. The woman with dark blonde hair like mine… that must have been my mother. She's alive again… of course… This is thirty years into the past. I'm thirteen, which makes it over ten years before I meet Seiji or any of the others. The cute girl in twintails beside my mother… I know who she is, but I don't believe it. This girl isn't supposed to look so innocent. This girl… this is my twin sister Emma… or at least an Emma that used to exist in a past I've completely blocked from my memory.
There's another girl behind my mom. Kate. She was the youngest. She looks so heartbroken. I didn't think about it back then… but she was only eleven years old when our father died. That must have traumatized her, I can only assume, because she disappeared after the manor burned down. None of us ever found her, so Emma assumed she died in the fire. That was another lie used as an excuse to castrate me. I know for a fact Kate didn't die in that fire. She was the one who stayed by my side that night. The next day she walked off, and I never saw her again.
Everyone was sweating, because everyone was wearing thick black, the kind that absorbed way too much heat. My father must have been a pretty good man if we were all willing to submit ourselves to such a needless torment. I've forgotten how my father truly was, there's only bits and pieces of memory left of him. This body, it feels a bit sad, and a bit lonely, but it also feels as if some weight is falling off my shoulders. Was my father a hard man? He can't have been too hard. My mother is crying. My sisters are crying too.
This memory is far too vague for my liking. If I've truly gone back in time, then I need to pay attention and remember as much information as I can. My instincts as a scavenger are suddenly awake and burning hot telling me how important every small insignificant detail is in order to maintain survival. I'm not the careless boy I once was, squandering my inheritance not understanding what stewardship meant or why it mattered.
I have to remember who I know, who I don't know, what my current relationships look like, how to improve those relationships, and what people I should form connections with. Damn… I can't wait to get out of this heat. It's blocking my ability to think… maybe the headache is from the heat… or maybe… this headache is from this mind not being used to thinking so hard about anything.
I wasn't studious… ow… it hurts… it wasn't… until I met Seiji that… ugh. Stop thinking… stop thinking… just focus on the scene in front of you for now…
"Are you alright Wayne?" I heard a voice call out to me. I looked to the side to see my mother staring at me with concern. Did she notice something off?
"I… I'm just… a bit warm." I responded with a voice I wasn't used to. Everything felt more sensitive, my eyes, the taste of the air around me, the sounds of people shuffling around, and the heat building on the surface of my skin. I could feel my sweat forming on my head, something I'd never even paid attention to before.
"It's a better day for a swim than a funeral." I muttered out loud.
"Do we need to find some shade for you?" Mother asked me.
I looked over to see Emma sweating as well. "I think Emma needs the shade more than I do."
Mother looked at Emma then at me with a confused look. Did I say something strange? Emma looked at me funny too.
"I think you've both been in the heat too long…" Mother finally suggested.
She brought all of us under the willow tree. This tree… I remember it so fondly… spending my summers playing under it, plotting with Rolfe Allister over which maid we would harass next. When I was troubled, or just bored, this was always the place I went to, even know I could feel my head clear if even just a little bit. I could finally take in my surroundings… the sight of my sisters and my mother finally began to sink in.
My twin sister is a lot more pretty than I remember her being… even after everything she put me through, I could see she was a rare beauty, so much so, it's causing me a big problem. Kate was cuter than I remember her being, and my mother… she was… I'm not sure it's even appropriate to think this… but a woman of extraordinary figure. She had a body that would make any man weak… which had never been a problem for me before. She was my mother after all.
But something had been returned to me that I had once lost, and that thing was hardening against my will at the sight of Emma, and at the sight of my mother especially. I'd never thought Emma to be attractive in that way before, but my dick had other ideas about her. She ruined my life, so maybe this time… no… perish that thought… She's my sister… I can't be thinking that way about her no matter how twisted and spiteful she became. What about my mother thou- WHAT THE FUCK MIND?! WHY WOULD YOU EVEN GO THERE?! It has to be this heat.
I got up and averted my eyes. I then excused myself and took off walking towards the manor. As I walked towards my own home, I had to blink a few times. It was really there, and though my memories of it are hazy now, I feel as though it's just how it's supposed to be. My legs fill with both weakness and strength at the same time. It's really there. I'm really here. My manor… my home.
I started breathing in the old manor like it was the most magnificent smell I'd had ever inhaled. I took all of this for granted, squandered it like a fool, wasted it like a beggar who doesn't understand the worth of a single centimeter of silk. I was rich… but I never understood what that meant or how precious my previous privilege and comforts really were. Walking through each of the halls felt like I had won at life, that I had defeated all evil and all obstacles. I was a king and a champion, the richest man, and the most enlightened priest.
I could, and did, spent the rest of the day looking for all my old staff. Keisuke was at the front directing the other staff and helping my mother deal with extended relatives that had come for the funeral. There wasn't a lot of family, the Femillions had next to no branches and how we were able to maintain our line was a wonder. I had four cousins in total, three of them girls, and all exceptional in looks. Most of them were older than me with the exception of Ilda who was one year younger. The one boy tried to get along with me at one time in my life, but I'd been such an insufferable prick he gave up by the time I was fifteen. He died in battle. The two older girls became whores and the youngest married a noble then was later executed with her husband.
One Uncle on my father's side, one Aunt on my mother's side. Now was not the time to bother with my family. They were all disturbed by the tragedy and weren't very 'chatty'. The house staff were sociable though. Jay and Marv were getting scolded that day for misplacing my Cousin Amos' luggage. The blonde maids, Penny and Velitia, were preparing dinner and singing a quiet duet together. I never realized how much I missed their singing until that moment. Liza turned away the moment she saw me, but the moment I called out to her she stopped. It was that easy to make her stay put apparently. After taking a good look at her to remember her voluptuous body I had to tell her to resume her work. I found William, Heather, Felicity, Samma, and Gerda all doing their jobs, all standing out to me, possibly for the first time in their lives.
Each familiar face brought me the greatest job imaginable and filled me with an energy that hadn't existed until that moment. Another energy was filling me, one that grew stronger the more time I spent in a room with any girl, even if that girl was as plain as Velitia with her freckles and bulging tummy she tried to hide. I could never have imagined that having my dick back could cause any kind of problem, but it's clear it's not going to get any better until I do something about it.
Before I do anything else, I have to take advantage of this second chance. I'm not going to repeat the same mistakes I did last time. This time, I'm going to fuck Heather. Tonight even. Rather, tonight is the only night I can do it. Tonight I have the pretense of grief. All I have to do I get her to say if there's anything I need to let her know, and there, she's trapped. I just have to wait for the evening to arrive.
Evening came quickly that day. I guess it only makes sense that time wouldn't stay frozen while I soaked in the environment I used to know. I could only stare at each corner and crevice, each design and ornament before an hour would pass. Another would pass while I watched Marv work, and another while I listened to Penny and Velitia sing. The halls didn't feel empty like I had once thought they were. They were busy and full of life. The butlers and maids tried to make themselves unseen, but that was what normal butlers and maids were supposed to do. That meant they were good at their jobs.
Keisuke was best at his job, and even though he was less scarce than the rest of them, the reason was simple. He was in charge, which meant he probably was the one who trained all of them. I was a bad master to Keisuke. I was a bad master to all of them… but I can't think that way now that so much is at stake. I need to test and filter out every single one of them. I can't afford to have any traitors, half-wits or gold diggers in my manor. Every person counts.
I know what kind of person Heather is, or what kind of person she turns into. It's time to test her current loyalty and to predict what kind of person I can expect her to be. If she's compliant, there's hope. If not, I need to either train compliance into her or cut her out quickly. Tonight is where it all begins.
The sun was down, lamps were being lit, everything was slowing down, settling down, and preparing for rest. I found Heather and there the plan began.
"Will you get my night garments ready for me, Heather?" I asked in a quiet, innocent tone.
"Of course Lord Fermillion." she said in her most professional tone.
"And can you help me into them?" I added.
Heather froze for a second.
"Are you sure my Lord? Wouldn't you rather me send Keisuke instead?" she asked slowly.
"No. I would like you. Keisuke is… a very serious man… and on this night I would rather see someone with a more gentle face." I responded in the saddest tone I could summon.
"Ah, I see." Heather said while relaxing her posture. It looks like she took the bait. She doesn't suspect my true intentions yet, but she isn't completely oblivious, so I need to pay close attention.
Later, she was there in my room just as promised. She helped me out of my suit and trousers and into my night garments. She did so with sheer sobriety not showing even a shred of fluster or arousal. She was very good at her job, an almost perfect maid.
"Thank you, Heather." I muttered.
"Will that be all Lord Fermillion?" She asked with an emotionless tone.
"As much as comes to mind… I just feel so numb over my father's passing. I know I didn't show him as much affection as I should have… but I realize I took him for granted."
"If you need anything else… just let me know my Lord."
Heather bowed and turned to leave.
"Wait! Actually… there is something. Something very sensitive I want to ask of you."
"Sensitive?... what… what do you need?..."
"Heather. I want to see you strip."
Heather gave me a confused look, like I had said something she had never heard of before.
"I'm sorry, but what do you want me to do, Lord Fermillion?"
I took one last good look at her and grazed my eyes along her body. Those breasts… those F-cup breasts her tender lips, smooth black hair, fierce blue eyes… this was definitely a woman I wanted to fuck. She had the kind of body a whore might have, but this was no whore. She was far too professional for that. It added to her appeal. With one final breath I made my mind up.
"I want to see you strip naked right now."
She looked at me for a moment with a look of suspicion.
"That's not appropriate." she answered.
"Please."
"This isn't right Sir!" she scolded.
"I know it isn't right, but it's what I want. I don't think I'll be able to sleep on a night like this… and I would like someone to comfort me."
"I'm not a whore!" she declared with a slight crack in her voice.
"No. That's why I asked you. I want to have a tender moment, a real moment. I don't want to violate myself by buying some whore out who's whole job is to act like they care. You're not like them. You care, don't you?"
"I'm not the kind of woman you can use for that kind of thing! I won't be able to satisfy you or enjoy it. I'll be miserable and you'll regret choosing me."
"So you won't then?"
"No, I won't!"
Ooo… wrong answer… you're making this too easy Heather. Your defiance is even stronger than I could have thought. Any decent woman would at least try to understand a grieving young boy, but you… you act like you couldn't give a damn about my feelings. Rape it is.
"I might as well send a letter to all the other Lords warning them about the Whore named Heather Gelding. After I've confirmed they've each received their warning, I'll dismiss you." I threatened.
"What?! Why would you do that?! You're being unreasonable!"
"A maid who can't fulfil her Lord's wishes is not the kind of maid that Lord should keep around. I thought you were exceptional… but you insist on being average, you make yourself replaceable."
"I can just accuse you of lying!"
"A maid? Accuse a Lord of Lying? Do you really think it will work like that? Say a rumor does spread that I'm a no good bastard, will there really be any grounds for such a rumor so quickly? Reputations can fall fast, but under very specific circumstances. They have to be targeted by other Nobles, and the other nobles have to be cunning. Unless you have connections, such cunning is nearly impossible, and what is possible takes time… a lot of time in fact. Even if you do get a noble on your side, it probably would be under the agreement that you whore yourself out to them, just to see if the rumors are really true, and if you don't, they'll lose interest."
Fear suddenly started flooding Heather's face as she realized the truth of my statement. She looked at though her thoughts were in a panic, sweat began to form on her forehead and her fingers twitched in a way I'd see men piss themselves shortly after.
"How would you like me to strip?... master?..."
"Start with the top and work your way down. Let your hair out and let me see it in all its glory."
Heather took her headband off and let it fall to the ground. She then began to undo her bun with trembling hands until her hair hung loose on her shoulders. I'd never seen her with her hair down… it was more awe inspiring than I ever would have thought.
"You have such nice hair Heather… I would like to see it more. From now on, instead of a bun, I'd like you to just just tie the sides back, just so they don't get in your way while you work."
"I would like to go please…"
"I would like you to start taking your top off. Please."
Heather started to untie her top from the back and began slowly pulling the sleeves off her shoulders, baring her shoulders and arms in the process.
"This is giving me a lot of ideas."
"Ideas?"
"About the maid uniforms. I'm starting to see potential in them."
"What are you talking about?"
"They could be sexier. They could be a whole lot sexier. It's amazing what bad circumstances can do to your mind. Well? Don't just stop there! Keep going!"
She let out a squeak and tugged hesitantly at her top pulling it down until her bra and corset were showing. I'd heard about the corsets before and had seen them a couple of times, but actually seeing it on Heather was different. These corsets were one of the smartest things ever made, to think something so simple can help narrow a waistline and accentuate a woman's natural curves and folds. The tool itself was useful when not seen, but when preparing for a sexy time it was in the way of something glorious. It needed to go, so I stepped forward and started untying her corset.
Heather stood still while I untied it, mumbling and muttering, shoulders tense, face red with embarrassment and legs pressing together. Once it was freed from her waist and on the ground, her midriff was exposed and glistened in the low light. For the first time ever, I could look at a woman's belly up close and see her belly button in full detail. Her back was also bare, an indent riding up it, which I traced causing her to shiver hard.
"You seem a little tense Heather…" I whispered in her ear, which caused her to tense up more.
"Am I allowed to speak?" she asked after waiting a moment.
"Speak, protest, complain, or moan. I never forbade you from making noise."
"What if I scream?"
"Sure. You can scream. I'd love for other people to see you looking like this." I then grasped her large breasts causing her to let out an involuntary mix between a moan and a gasp.
"Is this something you like Heather?"
"It feels-"
"Gross? I like these breasts Heather. They're some of the nicest breasts in the world. So soft, such a nice shape, I love how gentle and warm they feel in my hands, and to think… this is just how they feel over a bra."
The look in Heather's eyes changed to one that didn't look so fearful. Maybe being gentle and complimenting her would help ease some of that tension… but at the same time, I wanted to feel the thrill of raping a woman who was terrified. I'd get her on my side one day, but tonight was special. It was the one time I'd be able to force myself onto her. I had to establish a dynamic, one where I was in control and she wasn't. One where she was the victim and I was the victimizer.
"I think it's time to take the rest of your dress off."
I then moved my hands to hers and brought them to the ties holding her dress on her waist. She started untying them, but she was slow about it.
"Go faster." I hissed softly.
She startled and went faster, the fear coming back to her face. The rest of the dress came off. She stood in front of me, wearing a bra, socks, and panties, all a white color. I made her take off her shoes, then her socks, and then I began to pull my trousers down. I revealed my cock, and her breathing began to quicken as I grew harder and larger. She looked away. I clicked my tongue, so she forced herself to look at it.
"How does it look, Heather?"
"Gross."
"Kneel down, and place your face in front of my manhood."
Heather knelt to the ground and slowly moved her face in front of my cock. She was being super shy about it, which was honestly kind of cute, even with her teary eyes, but it slightly pissed me off, so I shoved my penis into her face, startling her and making her gasp. She tried to pull her head back until I took hold of it with my hands.
I then began rubbing my length into her face causing her to whimper and moan in disgust. After I had my fun rubbing my dick into her face I forced it in her mouth causing her to choke and tear up like crazy. Everytime she brushed her teeth on it, I hit her. It didn't take long for her to properly give me head and move her tongue around my shaft like she was supposed to. Putting your penis in a woman's mouth. Such a wonderful practice. I fucked her mouth to my liking until I released the first load of the evening down her throat, holding her head down on it so she didn't spill a drop.
When I pulled my penis out of her mouth, the face she wore was fantastic. She was absolutely terrified, humiliated, and used, her face was red and puffy, it was wet with her tears, and her hair was completely disheveled.
I thought I'd feel sorry for her, but seeing her in such a state brought me ecstasy. I finally felt like a man… not like a good one, but like a real one nonetheless. Having a woman at my mercy made me feel like I was in control for the first time in my entire life, and knowing that I'd just forced my precious seed down her throat aroused me in a way I wasn't expecting. I'd always known myself to lack significant energy after mastrubating, but the opposite was true today. As she kept coughing and sputtering, I knew I had to keep going.
"Good job miss Heather. Now stand up and take the rest off."