HIS 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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Heather stood in front of me still wearing her white bra and panties, and the expression on her face was fantastic. She no longer wore a face of purely agony and fear, but now there was a hint of hatred, and of humiliation. She surprised me in the way that I wouldn't have guessed that it would take this little to make her hate me. I thought for sure that I would have to fuck her hard and rough at first, but this was fine.
As Heather moved her hands to her bra, I watched the sexy figure before me in earnest as it curved in the right places. It glistened against the dim light and was contrasted by long beautiful black hair that she had kept tucked away in a bun that, while practical, was being exposed as a less desirable thing to see on this woman. Maybe some women looked sexy with a bun, but Heather wasn't one of them. Not to me.
With delicate hands, she lifted the straps of her bra off of her shoulders and then moved her hands to the front. She pulled at something and the next thing I knew, the bra had popped open and her breasts spilled out. They weren't completely exposed just yet, but with a slow movement of her hands, the bra was pulled away from her body and the breasts became bare.
Her breasts were just as large as I had imagined they would be, for one can not truly know the true size of a woman's breasts until they are bare to the naked eye. Her areolas were pink, had a bulge to them, and her nipples were slightly indented. They weren't the perfect breasts I had imagined they'd be, in fact, they sagged a bit more than I would have liked. Still, they were quite the prize for any man to obtain or look upon, and look upon them I did.
"So that's what they look like under all that." I commented. "You certainly are a pleasing woman to the eyes, you should be grateful you have such a body Heather."
She wouldn't give me so much as a smile, even after I had complimented her so graciously. If she didn't want to have fun, that was fine by me. I grabbed her breasts with no small amount of grip strength and she nearly fell over from my aggression. They may have had a slight sag, but despite that, Heather's beasts were firm.
The feeling of her breasts in my hands was a spiritual experience that was liberating and mind opening. How I ever managed to be the kind of man who never properly enjoyed a woman is beyond me. I feel more like myself the more I grope at these mounds of flesh and hear the squeaking of a servant who's easy on the eyes and a bitch to get to strip naked.
I was going to be rough on her the entire time, but these breasts felt too good for that. They looked so delectable I couldn't help but lick one of them. The taste in my mouth was good. It was very good. I could barely taste the salt from her sweat but it was there. The more I groped at her, the sweatier she got. Her body odor wasn't entirely unpleasant, but it was strange.
It didn't take me long to start sucking on her breasts like a baby. Sucking on her breasts was so satisfying it almost made me stop wanting any more, but I couldn't stop here, not now, not when I was so close to sealing the deed. I reached out with all the strength I could summon and was able to barely manage grabbing her panties. I pulled them down as quickly as I could which ended up being a rather modest speed.
Her precious place came into view, and like I had figured, it was bushy, but not super bushy. The slit was easy to see and the blood that rushed downstairs told me that the thing I was seeing was indeed good. I pushed her onto the bed and pushed my body between her legs, causing Heather to cry out.
"I bet it'll make you angry to learn that I'm not a virgin. Your father beat you to it." she seethed.
"My father?"
"He's a better partner than you'll ever be." she hissed softly.
"So my father forced you too? Or did you come onto him?" I asked giving her a look.
Heather started stammering and wore a flabbergasted face.
"It doesn't matter. I'll still fuck you. I'll fuck you hard and cum inside you." I said, my eyes starting to burn with an insatiable passion.
"INSIDE ME?!"
"What? You should be used to that with my dad."
"HE NEVER CAME INSIDE ME!"
I thrust my penis deep inside her. After that I left it inside her reveling in the feeling of having finally lost my virginity and having finally shoved my penis inside this goddess of a woman. Had I not known her true nature, or had she not resisted so hard I could have easily been controlled by her. Fortunately for me, this woman is stupid. She values her pride highly which makes her easy to manipulate. I knew fucking her was a good idea.
"Hgn! Please….ahn… stop this Lord Wayne…" she cried out.
"I need you to listen well, Heather. If you want to continue working here and be of service to me, you're going to have to do a lot of hard things. Do you understand?"
"I… uogh… hagn.. egh… This isn't right! this isn't what I want! Haaaagnnnh…"
"We have a master and servant relationship, not a partnership, not a relationship. I'm your employer, which makes me your master, so my needs will always come before yours. That's how you get paid, and that's how you remain in my service. Any deviation from that is insubordination."
She whimpered and moaned and I thrust inside her, the sound of our fucking filling the dimly lit room with a pleasant atmosphere. Tears filled her eyes and slowly dripped down the sides of her face. Her voice let out moans that became louder and louder the longer I thrust inside her. It took me about three minutes to reach my peak, and when I did I thrust faster and harder inside her.
"You… ngh… have such a good pussy Heather. It's so wet."
"No… hgn… it isn't! ah…"
"I'm almost there."
"No… please… not inside…"
"You have a problem with my seed?"
"I might get pregnant!"
"So it's a risky day for you?"
"It doesn't matter! DON'T CUM INSIDE!"
I smacked her. "That isn't your decision to make. You're at my mercy, and the one in charge, I will honor the requests of my servants according to their compliance, obedience and efficiency."
"Please. I'm begging you." she cried.
"Heather, Heather… what a fool. What a poor foolish girl."
"How can you justify this?!"
"How can you make demands after the way you've behaved? I asked you nicely and you refused. I demanded and you still refused. I had to resort to extortion just to get the ball rolling and you still resisted with such ardency that you've more than crossed the line of what I'm willing to allow. I can't believe I have such a worthless maid working under me and were you not such a good cunt for fucking I'd have to get rid of you immediately."
"I'm sorry! I was wrong!"
"Are you?!"
"YES! PLEASE! FORGIVE ME! I DON'T WANT TO BE FIRED!"
"Then you should know exactly what I want."
"You want to cum inside me?"
"Beg for it."
"Please…"
"Beg."
"Please… cum… please cum inside me…"
With one final thrust I released everything I had inside her. She moaned and convulsed under the breech of my seed into her womb. It's possible she had cum in that moment but it as impossible for me to tell. My senses were so high I could feel everything and nothing at the same time. She collapsed onto the bed as I pulled out, cum leaking from her cunt.
I made the right choice cumming down her throat before actually putting it inside her. I would have cum a lot faster, and that would have been humiliating. As it stood, I still felt disappointed in myself and the limits of my own body. It could have been the sex that wore me out, but I felt it ran deeper than that. This body was weak. I'd been weak.
The old me would have felt like shit after doing this… but Heather was the first to walk out on me. This woman isn't loyal, she isn't resourceful, or particularly thorough in her job either. She's so mediocre in everything it's a wonder she thought she'd be better off elsewhere. But her body… that's where her value truly lies.
Heather laid under me silently, her tears slowly coming to a stop. Her breathing slowed down and her warm body began to cool with each second. I didn't have any more use for her. She was a good fuck, but a terrible body. Keeping her in my bed any longer was just going to piss me off.
"You can go now." I muttered.
She pulled herself up, gathered her clothes and left the room promptly, not a word or a mutter, not a whimper or a moan, she might as well have been a corpse puppet or soul under a mind control spell. There was no emotion, just cold movement.
I didn't fall asleep that night. I just laid there thinking. My brain was finally starting to catch up with all the new thinking I was doing in this body, and even though it still hurt, it wasn't as much as earlier that day. Nothing could make me despise this manor anymore, and this bed that I had once thrown out long ago felt like an heirloom of priceless value.
I see now the kind of person I truly am. I don't feel like a shit person because I raped Heather. I still feel good about that. What I don't like is just how alone I am. It didn't bother me before… but being able to do things with a woman… it feels good. Even non-consensually. So how much better would it be to have a woman that actually wants me? It's a stupid thought. No one wants me. No one ever wanted me. Even my mother gives up on me after a point. She put all her hopes into Emma instead of me. I took care of her all those years, and her dying breath was spent making sure that Emma knew she had a future that was brighter than mine.
Emma wasn't the one who ended up in Seiji's party, it was me. Seiji taught me that no one is hopeless and that anyone can get back on their feet if they try hard enough. Back then I'd lost everything, but right now, right here in this moment, I have more than I ever had. I can use this position, and use all this wealth I have to cast a net in places I couldn't before. I'm still in the noble circles and I still have connections.
If I start now, I can become more powerful and more influential than I had been even being one of the members of Seiji's party. No one's lost, and if Seiji chose me, then I have to at least try, but I'm getting ahead of myself. I need paper. I need to start writing down as much as I can remember so I can start connecting dots and figuring out what events I can prevent from happening.
I was never good at making connections like this… Maka was the conspiracy guy. He figured out who a lot of our enemies were and who we should watch out for. I should have paid closer attention to how he did it, because right now… I can only assume that everyone is my enemy, especially after how I figured out Heather's true nature. I already have my mother and Emma's nature figured out, Keisuke is a little tricker as well as the rest of the staff.
Rolf… Rolf was a good friend, and the fact he died trying to defend me means that I can trust him… or at least that's what I hope more than anything. Even if I can't, I can trust him with certain things such as helping me design and make better uniforms for my maids, ones that make them look sexy.
Kate left… so that's a good reason not to trust her. Maybe figuring out who to trust and who not to trust is the wrong approach. I need to figure out the major events that happen. Throughout the night I wrote every one down that I could remember, big events, small events, ones that affected me, and ones that didn't. I tried to recall the memories of big events that happened in Seiji life, in Maka's life, in Molly's life, and in Sybil's life. Letty hadn't told me about any major events, but there were others I talked to that had a lot to say.
I didn't expect to run out of paper, but I did. I guess thirty sheets of paper wasn't going to cut it for what I was trying to put together. The worst part about it all, was that none of it felt connected, even remotely. It all felt random, spontaneous and trite the more I wrote down. Surely it's going to all click at some point, right?
The sun started to peak through the curtains and what I managed to write down was a lot. My wrist was sorer than my hips, and my eyes felt dry. This was just the beginning of my troubles. For the next few days it was constant writing, constant pain in my wrists and a neat pile of paper that was getting larger by the day.
No matter how much I remembered, the path wasn't getting any clearer, the dots weren't connecting, and the more I remembered the less any of it made sense. When I thought I knew who did what, or who was behind what, I'd remember something else and that theory would fall apart. I had to find my old history books, they made sense, even reading them again, they still made sense. I had no idea what I had even put together. Again, this wasn't my strength… my strength was is using what I had until it was completely used up. I was resourceful in that manner and it made me content, but in this instance it was useless.
The worst blow of all came a week later. It was a letter from the crown. The king had made a decision to cease all funding for the Fermillion family and to send all our soldiers back that we had sent. This couldn't have been a worse notice. Losing funding was one thing, but having our soldiers sent back was the greatest disgrace a noble could possibly imagine. The house that found themselves in that position was guaranteed to fall within a decade if not less.
I understand now. I don't remember this notice, but I'm certain I probably got and ignored it. This is why mother lost hope in me. I don't remember all the rules and subtleties of being a noble, but that's one thing I'm certain of. No plan… no support… my situation is lot more dire than I could have imagined. I see now… that my fall from grace wasn't my fault… that it may not have even been Emma's fault. I thought if I kept her in check that things would be different. It was never going to be different. Life was going to come and fuck me just like it always does, just like I fucked Heather, but worse.
What felt like a grand restart had turned into something despairing. The house didn't feel warm anymore. That warmth was fleeting in hindsight. For the next week I felt myself grow more and more tired. I… I can't do this. I can't save all this like I thought I could. I could try to set something else up, but then I'd have to give all this up again, and after getting it back, I can't bring myself to let it go again.
It's not fair.
I don't know where Seiji is at this point in time. I don't know where the others are either. Maka is probably a student at Noxefaron Academy, and the girls are probably still at home with their families.
There's so many variables to keep track of, and so many major events and people to remember. I don't know what Seiji was thinking when he sent me back. I'm not the type of guy to make plans, consider the possibilities or who even cares about what the best outcome would be for anyone other than myself. I'm a selfish prick who lives for himself and who looks down on others weaker than him. I abuse my power and position, I make way for my own desires and when things get too hard or difficult I give up. The only reason I even tried was because I had to.
Even now, I care more about preserving what I have than I do about preparing for a future where I have to fight to survive. I wanna help Seiji… I don't want to see that future happen again. I know he only did this because he trusts me, but that was a mistake. It should have been him, not me.
I must have gotten careless with my outward appearance, because my mother came to visit me in my room. I didn't want to see her, this woman had abandoned me, but for some reason as I looked at her face I felt comforted.
"Can we talk sweetie?" She asked me. I nodded. She sat beside me on me bed. Her scent was pleasant… it was calming my nerves oddly enough. She placed her arm around my should and pulled me close.
"You've been anxious… unusually so." She continued. "I thought you weren't that close to your father, but perhaps I was wrong. All I know is that you didn't seem to like being around him and were quite confrontational when you had to be in the same room with him."
"Whatever disdain I held for father is pretty much gone. I don't know why I didn't like him or why it mattered anymore." I responded.
"You've got a lot of pressure now. Are you feeling in over your head?"
"Yeah. I feel overwhelmed. I have so much to take care of now. So much to keep track of and so much to plan for. I'm not a smart person, mother, not like other people. I'm a fool of a noble, and if I don't figure out how to make what I have work, I'm going to lose everything. Including you."
"That sounds a little dramatic… or maybe… you're talking about the notice we got."
"I'm a fool, but I know what that notice means. You do too."
"Unfortunately, yeah."
"I wanna fix this… but I'm worried I'll make things worse. I don't want to lose everything, but if I'm going to fix this I'm going to have to make a lot of risky decisions… some that are going to be hard to make."
"Sometimes it will feel like nothing is going right and that everything looks hopeless. If you give up there, you'll learn nothing, but if you persist, you'll never forget that feeling… and when things finally do start to go right, it will feel so much sweeter and you'll be able to see more possibilities than you would have otherwise."
"That's… exactly what Seiji said… years ago…"
"Who's Seiji?"
"Er… um… he's a friend I made."
"I hope he isn't as bad of an influence on you as Rolfe is."
"Seiji's a good guy, I promise.
"Are you going to be okay?"
"I… I think so. I wasn't sure before, but after talking to you, I think I can manage this, is for no other reason, then for my peace of mind."
"Okay. You let me know if there's anything you need Wayne."
With that my mother left. I sighed then threw myself back onto my bed. Maybe it wasn't as hopeless as it seemed. I thought mother gave up on me the moment the notice came in, but I was wrong. It was my bad choices that turned her against me. She doesn't deserve the son she got, she deserves better, so from this day on, the old Wayne Fermillion is dead. I'll prevail over this predicament no matter what it takes!