THIS IS AN X RATED STORY THAT INVOLVES COERCION, RAPE, INCEST, AND FETISH CONTENT SUCH AS LOLICON, SHOTA, 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.
Still wanna read? Enjoy at your own risk.
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As our kiss broke our breaths started to quicken. I'd never noticed how pretty her blue eyes were before, and the expression on her face was so delicate, it made me want to protect her. I know she left me like all the others and that she was adverse to me, but something feels different about Liza. Something feels real compared to the others.
"I want your honest opinion Liza. What do you think about these new uniforms? That is to say, my mother hates them. She thinks they make you all look like whores and well… I'm wondering if the new uniforms were a bad idea."
Liza stroked my shoulder.
"I thought they were too revealing initially… but then you acted respectful around us and it confused me. It made me wonder why you even changed the uniforms in the first place. There's something about them… well honestly. I don't hate them."
"But you don't love them either?"
"Precicely. But I think after a couple years I'll come around to liking them."
"Even if I can do this with them?" I asked pulling the top of her dress down to reveal her breasts.
She tensed briefly covering them with her hands, then slowly removed them.
"See? I was a bit afraid of stuff like that… but maybe that wasn't the most horrible thing." She admitted.
"I'm curious about you Liza. Really curious about you in fact."
"What's there to be curious about with a girl like me lord Fermillion?"
"Where were you born? Who were your parents, and how did you end up here?"
I then cupped her right breast and began to nibble on it, making her shift a bit.
"You want to know about all that?"
"Yeah. I do."
"The village to the west. It doesn't even have a name, but that's where I was born, and my father was the village tailor."
"Your father was a tailor?" I asked right before taking a bit of her breast into my mouth.
Liza breathed deeply, and then I felt her start to trace lines on my back, gently and playfully.
"A shit tailor." she went on to explain. "He didn't make clothes like these, but he did make clothes the rest of the village could wear."
I began to take bigger potions of her breast into her mouth.
"I see. Well, how did you come to work here?"
Liza continued to trace lines on my back and then let out a soft chuckle.
"It was your mother who hired me. It was three years ago. When I was little I asked a lot of questions so my mother told me about my world and the Lord of the territory. When I heard about the big house the Lord lived in, I wanted nothing more than to live there too, so my parents helped me best I could to learn as much as I could, and prepare me in every way they thought they should. I think that's why they taught me so many sexual things. I think they probably thought I would be made to do a lot of that kind of thing."
"And did you? With my father I mean."
"No. He never touched me. He was serviced by Heather a few times, but he had to be really frustrated to go to her."
"Frustrated? Like with my mother?"
"Just in general. Heather seemed to like doing it."
I took her left breast in hand and began rubbing it while I went in for another kiss with her. Liza returned the kiss with adamant obedience.
"How long has it been since you first started training for sexual things?"
"Um… let's see… I was thirteen when my parents first started me on it, so I guess it's been six years now since I'm nineteen."
"Thirteen? Really?"
"It was really rough at first. I think my father was trying to scare me out of it, but I guess my desire to work here was just that strong. It was the first time I learned just how scary men could really be, the things my father made me do, so I guess I've still carried that memory with me and that's why I was so avoidant of you."
"Actually, that explains a lot. Am I being too rough right now?"
"No. Not at all. My father used to pin my hands above my head while he bit my breasts. It hurt a lot, but after a few months he started being easier on me and my body. Somehow I was able to find orgasm from his fingers relentlessly fucking my pussy a few times, but I really can't say it was something I liked."
"I have to admit. He trained you well. A bit too well honestly."
"Is that a flattering statement or a critical one?"
"You decide."
"It's not my place to make decisions. That's your job."
"Ah. So that's how it is. I think I'm starting to realize that you might be the smartest maid in my employ, Liza.
I knew nothing about Liza it seems. Maybe I know nothing about anyone. I don't know my staff like I thought I did, I know only their actions and how those actions directly affected me. I've had my head stuck up my own ass for so long, I've forgotten how much the shit smells and how narrow that rectum is. Hearing Liza's story has made the slightest bit of air waft up and now that I've had a small taste of it, I think I want more. No, I know I want more.
I've been so focused on my family, it's made me fail to consider all the ways I can spread my influence further. If I can't connect with my own household, then how am I supposed to connect with the greater world itself? These matters can wait. I untied the straps holding Liza's skirt up and pulled her uniform off of her, leaving her in white full stockings and bared breasts.
"You're so sexy Liza. Especially like this. I assume you are a virgin?"
"...Yes."
"You won't be after tonight."
I slid a hand into her stockings and began to caress her privates over her panties. She immediately started to squirm and stifle moans. This was a new cute side to Liza, one I hadn't seen before and wanted to see more of.
"Is it alright if I rip your stockings?"
"I'd rather you not please, but I'll do whatever you ask me to my Lord."
"Such a perfect answer. Fine. I won't rip them tonight."
Liza let out a sigh of relief interrupted by a gasp as I rubbed her faster with my hand. Her breathing quickened and came out in fast breaths, her chest compressing and decompressing with each sequential breath. Liza wasn't acting like a woman going through a humiliation ritual, she was acting like a woman who was exploring new boundaries she wasn't used to. For all her sexual education, it seems she wasn't quite an experienced girl yet.
"How does that feel, Liza?"
"Hgn… it– ahn–… it feels so good my Lord."
"You've got such a smooth mound, the kind that can drive a man crazy."
"I– haa… I'm glad. You've been so gentle with me– hgn! Ngn! So far… you have my thanks… I think I'm getting close…"
"Close to what?"
"Cumming of course. But I'll need you to keep touching me if you want to see me cum."
"Ah, of course I want to see that."
"Then you better put a finger inside me."
I pulled aside her panties with a single finger and guided it along her slit. Her body started shuddering as skin made direct contact with skin, her eyes began to haze over and drool began to drip from the side of her mouth. She was completely taken over by desire, and even if I tried to stop now, the expression on her face indicated she might not let me.
I didn't play my cards right. I've brought her to the edge too quickly, which in this situation isn't a bad thing… but for another situation, one where I'm trying to drive a woman crazy and dominate her, this state of arousal would be a complete loss. A woman in this state of arousal is as good as lost in her own complete desire and ecstasy.
As I pushed on the inside of Liza's wall for barely two minutes she convulsed violently and squirted fluids through her stockings and onto the bed. She'd already lost her mind in complete debauchery, and now she was in a state where she would do absolutely anything in order to keep her high and keep going.
Before I could even plan our next play Liza was wiping her desire up with her fingers and licking it off them like it was syrup. She started sliding her stockings and panties off with one motion and leaned in over me.
"I haven't done you any service yet, Lord Fermillion." She said with a voice laced thick with desire.
"You can call me Lord Wayne. I'd rather you not use my father's title when we're alone." I said, looking her now naked body over.
"Okay. From now on, when we're alone, I'll be sure to call you Lord Wayne."
She then gripped onto the waist of my trousers and looked up at me pleadingly with puppy dog eyes. I could tell she wanted nothing more than to service me, but wasn't so bold as to take what she wanted without permission. She was obedient in the best way. I gave her a nod, and she gently began removing my trousers, freeing my erect penis letting it stand in the cool night air.
She then lowered her face down to it and began to breathe on it. Her hand reached out and she gave it a few light strokes with her soft fingers. A few strokes later and she was inching her mouth close to my member with intense interest. She gave the tip of my cock a light flick with her tongue. I nearly came just from that.
It was one of the most sensual experiences I had ever had in my life up to that point, and I was watching every movement she made as attentively as I could. I wanted nothing more than to forget everything and get lost in her touch and desire, but I needed to know more about sex. I was planning to fuck, possibly rape other girls in the future.
Hell, I was probably going to groom a few too, so I needed to remember every last technique I could in vivid detail if I was going to make it worthwhile. I had put off my sex conquests for the longest time because Heather put such a sour taste in my mouth, but Liza? Liza could have been a whore easily.
With that mouth of hers, she licked along the sides of my shaft, once. Twice. Thrice. Four times. Five times. Six. Seven times, Ungh! White ropes shot from my cock and onto her face. Liza gave me the biggest smile I had ever seen her give. She then let out a suppressed giggle.
"Wow. That was a lot, Lord Wayne."
"Yeah it was. But look. I have more." I said pointing to my still erect penis. Liza licked her lips ever so slightly.
"Are you ready to take me Lord Wayne?"
"I think I am."
Liza got on her knees and lifted her ass towards me leaving herself completely open and ready to be taken. This posture alone was a stark contrast to that of Heather highlighting the difference between the two women. In other words, Liza was proper enough to be called a woman, whereas Heather wasn't and thus that made her a bitch.
As I entered Liza, I instantly felt vindicated. The warmth of a woman's vagina has won out once again. I started out slowly for her sake, but every nerve in my body was begging me to slam my cock in and out of her. Despite that I held back, both because I didn't want to ruin the mood, and because I knew that building up a release would feel far better than rushing an orgasm just because it feels good.
This wasn't Heather. Heather had already had sex before I got to her, but for Liza, this is pretty much her first time. Developing her virgin walls must be handled delicately, or at least, that's what I know. I really don't know though. Knowing all the ins and outs about sex isn't something I read a lot about. Most of my sex education comes from Sybil and Maka's banter.
That isn't to say I know nothing, but I'm hardly an expert. I must have been doing well, because after a few thrusts, the moans started to quietly come out of Liza. Liza was so soft and smooth, not just in her pussy, but literally everywhere. She was quickly becoming my favorite.
How different this life is compared to my old one. The Liza from my old life was someone I was sure hated me, and with good reason. This one is moaning while being thrust into by me because she wanted to be. This Liza respects me and wants to make me happy.
I just don't understand why Heather can't be like this, or why my mother can't be like this for that matter! I wanna see my mother naked. I want to hear her moaning from being fucked. I wanna mess her up so bad just so I can assert my dominance over her. She's not in charge, and if she doesn't submit, I'll make her. My way.
Ughn! I reached the edge and let loose inside Liza's virgin womb recklessly. I didn't mean to cum inside her this time, but oh well. It's her fault for making the mood too good.
"There. Was that good enough for you?" I asked her.
"Hgn… haa… haa… that was the best thing ever, lord Wayne… I'm so glad you called me in here…" she responded.
"Sorry for cumming inside you. I got a little carried away."
"No, not at all. Cum inside me anytime you want. It felt good, no it felt right."
"Felt right?"
"Mhm. I've never had a creampie before, but the one you gave me was good. I'm not sure if you should get me pregnant, but I'll do whatever you want me to, no questions asked."
"Then are you ready to go a few more rounds?"
"A few more?!"
She looked at me with wide eyes and bit her lip. After a moment she looked down at my erection and then at my eyes. She then gave a single shallow nod.
"If we can go slow, I can do it a few more times."
"How many rounds do you think you can go tonight?"
"Mmm… maybe five?"
"Fuck. I was going to go maybe three! Come on and spread your legs."
We fucked for the rest of the night getting lost in our own desire and spreading our fluids all over each other. At one point her moans became so loud I had to cover her mouth with my hand, not that I was scared of being found out, I just knew it would be a dick move to disturb everyone's sleep. I take that back. I didn't want mother to come rushing in here, it would just give her more things to argue about.
We wore ourselves out like we never had before, and when it was clear we were done for the night, Liza tried to leave but fell over backwards onto my bed. I pulled her up beside me and cleaned us both up. I then tried to keep myself awake for as long as I could so I could watch Liza sleep, something I was sure I'd never get a chance to see.
I almost fell asleep and then became disturbed by the most annoying thing imaginable. I was fucking thirsty. As I walked down the hall from my room, I heard a banging in the distance, probably from the front door. Who the fuck is at my door this late at night? It didn't sound for long, but as I got closer to the kitchen, I started to hear voices. One of them I recognized as Keisuke. Fuck does he ever sleep?
I rushed to the front door with peak curiosity and found a raggedy man arguing with Keisuke at the door. I couldn't make out what they were yelling about so I got closer. Keisuke's head snapped my direction. I thought I had stepped quietly, but maybe Keisuke was just that attuned.
"Lord Fermillion?! Why are you awake so late?!"
"I should be asking you the same thing. Who is this at my door?"
"Lord Fermillion! We need help now!" I heard the man at my door plead.
"I'll take care of it, my Lord." Keisuke butted in.
"Take care of what exactly?"
"IT'S A MISASMA ZONE!" the man cried.