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. THIS IS FICTION. NOTHING IS REAL. 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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"The old master is dead." I said to the manor staff that I had all gathered in the parlor. Things had to change, or no one would respect me, and worst of all, the chain of command would crumble. After sitting on the issue for two weeks I figured this was the first step that led to Emma's power over me. She probably took charge of the staff in place of my passivity.
"I sympathize with your loss. I'm told he was a good master and that I've been a troublesome burden for all who've had to take care of me. For that, I am sorry, and I can only promise to improve upon that from this day forward."
Everyone was struck with a look of confusion and guilt. Heather looked completely disinterested. This bitch. She's even still wearing her hair in a bun. I had to calm myself down. Heather wasn't my focus. She wasn't worth getting angry over. I had bigger threats to deal with.
"There's going to be a few changes around here, some of which might sound a little uncomfortable. First off, you are to take orders from no one except me alone. My mother is to have no authority anymore, and neither are my sisters Emma and Kate. Are there any questions concerning that?"
"Yes, I have a few." said Beth raising her hand. "Are we to ask for permission to dress and feed them?"
"Dressing, feeding, and bathing are permitted. This order shouldn't contradict any normal daily tasks, it should only affect things such as inviting guests, sending out messages, retrieving information, taking trips with the coach, saddling the horses, that sort of thing. When it comes to those things you must bring those issues to me first, and if I am preoccupied then you are permitted to bring it to Keisuke after he has observed that I am indeed busy."
"It shall be done my Lord." Keisuske confirmed.
Heather's eye twitched.
"The next change is one I'm sure some of you maids shall be adverse to. I'm changing your uniforms into something sexier."
Their eyes widened.
"Sexier?! Whatever for?! What does that mean?!" Liza asked, her voice laced with anxiety. The other maids looked almost betrayed.
"I'm not going to try to be clever with my reason. I just simply want my maids to look sexier for my own preference. I know my father preferred to be more reserved, but I'm not going to pretend that I'm going to continue down that path. I think you all are beautiful, and I want to see that beauty accentuated through your uniforms as crass as that sounds."
"If that's what you wish for… then I will wear whatever you have made for me my Lord." Liza quietly submitted. Strange. I thought she would be more adverse to it. All the others, save for Heather, gave a gentle nod.
"If anyone wants to find work somewhere else, now is the time to do it. The crown has pulled all its support for me and the Fermillion family. Only two outcomes are possible in this situation, either one, I find a way for us to recover in a way that makes the family stable for decades to come, or two, the family collapses and I lose everything. The Fermillion reputation is low, but if it gets lower it will be nearly impossible to find work elsewhere. If any of you doubt my ability to recover this is your opportunity to leave, and whoever does will not be judged."
Suddenly a few of them looked very uncomfortable as I told them the truth of the matter. Suddenly Marv stepped forward.
"My Lord, I will follow you no matter the cost." he said.
"I'm sorry… but if what you're saying is true, then I think… it would be best if I found work elsewhere." Gerda admitted bowing her head.
"I would like to leave also." said Felicity. Stepping forward.
The pain I felt in my chest surprised me. I knew it was only realistic that I would lose of few of them, but I was secretly hoping that all of them would stay.
"You may gather your things and go." I consented quietly. They both bowed and left to collect their things. William started to walk away before I had said he could leave.
"Are you leaving too William?" I asked him.
"Possibly. I haven't decided yet." he answered. He then disappeared down the hall.
"I have two more things to discuss, and then you all may return to your work. The next thing is that I want a full report of everything that my mother and sisters do on a daily basis, and to make that simple, I'm going to assign each of them a maid who part of their job is to give me a daily report.
"For my mother, I want Samma to keep an eye on her. For Kate, I want Liza to handle that. For Emma, I want Penny in charge of her. I want Jay to be in charge of watching any guests that might come to the manor. The next coming months I'll try to get things in order so that we can hire more staff, so please be patient until that time comes."
"The last and final thing that I ask is that you all be friendlier with me. When I enter a room I want to be greeted, not acknowledged. When you are working I do not want you to make yourselves scarce when I am around, and any suggestions you have I want you to bring to me freely. I want to hear all of your ideas, concerns and wishes.
"I know this isn't the most professional environment I'm asking for, but I hope to make it a warm one. We've been far too distant with each other for too long, and if we are to be in each other's presence as much as we are, it only makes sense to me that we become friends and allies."
"I'm sorry? Did you say you want to be friends with us? Your house staff?" Asked Velitia.
"Of course. This is my house, so I can do what I want with it."
"I'm personally adverse to this decision, but I will do as you wish my Lord." Keisuke admitted.
"Then you are all dismissed. Let's all work hard and get along."
I tried designing new uniforms for the maids over the next two months, but I wasn't very good at it. I knew who would be good at it. In about 4 four days, my best friend Rolfe was on his way. All I had to do was send him a letter saying I needed help making my maid's uniforms more pleasant to the eye. I'm sure that was all he needed to rush over here. He arrived by himself, greeted me like an old chum and was brought to a guest room swiftly.
Compared to the Inns and share houses I used to stay in, our guest rooms were of the highest quality a man could hope for, but compared to my own room and that of my sister and mother, they were rather basic. The life of a noble was so above that of the common people it felt like a joke of sorts. No commoner would even believe me if I tried to explain just how rich a noble actually was.
Despite his guest room being rather lacking, I never heard Rolfe complain about it. He had much more virtue than I had noticed before. A man with little virtue can miss so much of the evidence of it in others. Money makes men so ignorant it's no wonder people consider it an evil. Even the slowest noble of mind seems to understand just how cheated a man with money is.
Rolfe and I met in the second drawing room in the north wing of the manor, in other words, it was the drawing room closest to his room. I had Jay bring us plenty of paper and pencils, and then we sat across from each other to get to work on my 'personal' project. Rolfe got himself prepared by drawing a couple of figures on the paper, all naked and basic in form, a prerequisite that would make designing easier. His designs for the maid uniforms would be drawn over those figures.
"So how would you like these uniforms to be designed?" Rolfe asked, his eyes wide with anticipation.
"Oh, you're going to love it when I tell you." I replied, a smile crossing my face and a scheme in my green eyes.
"Well get on with it! Don't keep me in suspense!"
"Alright then. Let's get you started. Obviously the skirts are going to be shorter."
"Ah, so up to their knees?" he asked, starting to move his pencil around.
"Oh, much shorter than that! Halfway up their thighs at least."
Rolfe stopped and looked up at me with wide eyes.
"HALFWAY UP THEIR THIGHS?! YOU'RE EITHER MAD OR BRILLIANT!" he shouted.
"They'll wear socks just past their knees, and garter belts-"
"GARTER BELTS?! GENIUS!" he exclaimed, drawing quickly and aggressively.
"Low, wide necklines that expose their shoulders and accentuate their cleavage, and short puffy sleeves."
"WAYNE! WHERE DID YOU GET THESE IDEAS?! THEY'RE SIMPLY AMAZING!"
"I got them while stipping my maid Heather. Seeing her uniform in various angles made me realize there was potential in them."
"ACK! IF ONLY I COULD DRESS FATHER'S MAIDS IN THIS GLORIOUS ATTIRE!"
"You'd better pray he die quickly then."
"How horrible! Wayne, I will do everything in my power to make sure you get these outfits as soon as possible! I want to see all your maids in this if it's the last thing I do! Does this design work for you?" he asked, holding up a great design he'd made.
"Brilliant! It's perfect! I knew I could count on you, Rolfe!"
"Count on me?! You'd die of boredom if you didn't have me showing you how to live proper! Ah… one more thing about these uniforms. I think they should be wearing lingerie under these gorgeous, sexy dresses."
"Ooo…. lingerie would be the topper. I'm glad I have you helping me on this. I would have overlooked that."
It took him a couple of weeks, but soon I had the uniforms delivered to me in person. I made Heather be our model then summoned the rest of the maids into a room alone to show them how it was worn. We stripped Heather naked then dressed her piece by piece making all our maids watch in embarrassment. The final look was perfect. It was sexy, but it wasn't so sexy that it showed too much skin. Sure a lot of people would look at these uniforms knowing exactly why they look the way they do, but it wasn't like it looked like underwear or something that was trying to look like less than underwear. It still looked like an outfit that someone could wear without feeling naked, but just barely.
I would have liked to see the rest of them strip naked to put them on, but I wasn't feeling that cruel so I made Rolfe leave the room with me to give them some privacy. The uniforms were done, and now they were being worn. As soon as my mother found out about it she was livid, but she wasn't going to change my mind or convince them to change out of them. I'd already covered that base nicely. They wouldn't obey a single order from my mother or my sisters anymore.
Rolfe was a lot more resourceful than I gave him credit. He was no Maka or Seiji, but he knew how to get things I couldn't. As a noble I was horrible at resourcing. I was bad at a lot of things. I know more now, but I'm still at a disadvantage, and still missing a lot of information I just didn't care to look for. I do know a few things, and I know how to get ahead on a few things.
The first thing I knew was that my current body was weak. I could immediately tell from the moment my mind made the jump back to the past. I could feel my heart racing over the slightest exertion, and my grip strength was nothing like it used to be. My stamina is shit. How I managed to fuck Heather and not pass out is beyond me.
I had wanted to start training sooner, but my I got distracted by all the fucking things I had to take notice of and suddenly catch up on. Understanding my current situation has been important, but it took a lot more fucking energy than I would have liked it to. Catching up is going to be a pain in the ass, but I can do it. I've started from worse starting points. It's time to figure out just how fast I can catch up.
The whole dynamic in the house changed. My mother went from being worried, to being frustrated with the new rules. Emma had up to this point avoided me, but now that she was limited in what she could do, she started getting in my way and started to verbally assault me. I in turn smiled and nodded which only served to frustrate her instead of giving her the satisfaction of having put me in my place.
I was willing to give you a second chance Emma, but if this continues, I'll have to find a way to ruin you. You better be careful sister, I'm keeping an eye on you, and this time, you won't get a chance to ruin me like you did before. The staff became more friendly with me after some pushing, and now we had a dynamic that felt more genuine rather than transactional.
Keisuke began to ask more questions to understand my vision, Jay and Marv became more relaxed around me. Penny and Velitia moved awkwardly in their new uniforms at first, but I made sure not to veer at them and they eventually became more comfortable wearing them. Samma became more confident and flirty in her stride, and Liza no longer avoided me, but was now forcing herself to smile when she was in my presence.
William talked like he was going to leave, but then he must have changed his mind, because after 5 months he was still here. William was the first one to notice my training and after catching me a few times he started to nitpick at my technique. Apparently my form was a little off, but it wasn't too off after William showed me the correct form acting like it was completely wrong. I was getting it mostly right, it just wasn't perfect.
My swings were a little shallow during sword swings, my back was bent a little too much during pushups, I was doing a stretch slightly wrong, little things like that. The more he corrected me, the more I realized why he beat me in that duel all those years ago. William was an arts user, I was able to confirm after prodding him relentlessly for months. He claimed he wasn't anything special, but compared to me he might as well have been a god.
This was beyond perfect. If I had a sparring partner like William I could learn to be a proper arts user in a matter of two to three years. It otherwise might have taken me a decade at the level I was currently at. Winter came fast, and with it, my training accelerated. I was now at beginner level in sword, spear, and fighting arts. The fighting arts I had learned from Sybil years ago, the sword and spear arts I learned from William.
Training with Sybil was absolutely more torturous than training with William. While William had me bruised and bloodied, Sybil had me lightheaded and angry with relentless teasing about how if I managed to beat her the reward would suck. I wanted to find out what that reward was and then nearly knocked her teeth out after I found that it was fucking sex! She knew I was cockless and said it just to make me mad. If I met her today I'd fuck her senseless.
William on the other hand… he was fuckable. Fuck. That was fucking gay to think. Fuck me. I let him have the win that day just to teach my fuck-ass mind a lesson.
One moment I was sparring with him, the next I was back first in the snow staring at a white sky. Winter felt good this year. The cold felt good on my aching muscles and the wind felt like the gentle caress of the gods telling me good job for everything I had set up so far. William had been annoyed by the sparring at first, but now that I was getting better, I think he was starting to enjoy it.
In these winter months I added full stockings to the maid's uniforms which did not go unappreciated. I think they assumed I was going to leer at them when I dressed them up in these uniforms, but I wasn't as interested in looking at them as I thought I was going to be. I accidentally caused them to respect me more through my indifference, which wasn't my intention at all. The amount of info running through my head at all times was staggering, and the weight of what I would have to face scared me.
I was alone now. Seiji wasn't there to hold me up, and neither was Maka or Sybil. Fuck, I'd take Molly at this point, the bitch that she is. Despite the overwhelming pressure, my Libido wasn't dead.
One night I had a dream, and in that dream I was fucking my mother. My penis was actually in her pussy, I could feel the wetness, feel the heat, and feel the bond between us. My mother was so into it and was moving so willingly that I ended up cumming all over my sheets and waking up. This fucking wet dream kept happening three times a week and I was getting sick of it, so I had to resort to having Heather give me a blowjob once a week.
Maybe fucking her would have been better, but she wasn't helping the mood at all, in fact, she was obliterating it. Making her choke on my dick was good enough that I was able to cum to my satisfaction, and just because I was able to fuck her once didn't mean I had any desire to do it again. I severely underestimated how sour she'd make my first time feel. I'd have to try again, but not with this woman, someone else. No. Not my mother. She's been annoying lately, but nothing worthy of messing up our mother-child bond.
I wanted to find my next target, if for no other reason than to have a reason to finally get rid of Heather. If giving blowjobs was the only thing she was good for, she was useless to me. Perhaps it's time to fuck one of the other maids. Maybe not. They weren't pissing me off like Heather was. I'll figure it out. Back to training.