"You are Master Lance Hayward, the Guard of Enclosed Spaces. It is in your blood. Your lineage. In your very family name." Cali smiled. "You need to gather your five Chief Maids. The Mommy-Maid, the Virgin-Maid, the Dominatrix-Maid, the Scientist-Maid, and the Bodyguard-Maid. They can recruit lesser maids to aid in keeping the Imprisoned in their cells."
"This is insane," I muttered.
She shrugged. "You must build your harem. You have made your choice, Master Lance. You must use your seed to empower your harem of maids so they may fight the darkness."
"Jesus," I said, holding Kylie to me. She was still trembling, her body soaked in sweat. It bled through her t-shirt, her flesh clammy. "Jesus, this can't be happening."
"You have seen the power of the silver garter already," said Cali. "Your mother is bound to you. It controls her and chains her to your will and lusts. And that is why her milk healed you. That is the Mommy-Maid's role. To keep you and your maids healthy for the fight against the darkness."
"It was glorious to heal you with my breast milk, Master," Mother cooed, her hands gripping her naked tits.
My mind struggled to process all of this. Monsters. Jails. Maids. I could taste my mother's breast milk lingering in my mouth. She had mended my wounds. That shadowy creature had been real. More than real.
"And what are you?" I asked, glancing at Cali. "You're not human."
"As I said, I'm the Familiar Maid," she answered, her purple eyes growing ancient. "The pact your ancestor made with me gives you this power. You tapped into it. The Golden Dominance." She touched her golden garter on her thigh.
"Ancestor?" I stared at the maid. She looked to be in her thirties. A busty woman at the peak of her beauty. "How old are you?"
"That's impolite to ask a woman, Master," she said with a sly smile.
"You're not a woman."
"No. You should recruit the next maid." Her eyes flicked to my sister trembling in my arms. "The pink, Master. The pink would be perfect for your sister."
My cock lurched. I stared down at my sister. She was shuddering. I swallowed and pushed her towards my mom. "Take her to her room. I need to wash up and think."
"Yes, Master," Mom purred. She took Kylie from me and helped the poor, trembling thing stumble away.
I stared at Kylie's leg, clad in her jeans, and pictured a pink garter around her thigh. My cock twitched at the thought. I had already made my mother into a maid, why not my little sister? Eighteen-year-old Kylie. I pictured her in a maid's uniform, her black pigtails spilling over her low-cut bodice that fit tight over her small breasts. Her blue eyes shining, her skirt falling short down her lithe legs, the pink garter around her left thigh.
"Damn," I muttered.
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Kylie Hayward
I trembled as Mom took me to my room and set me down on the bed. She whispered to me about tea. I just nodded.
The memory of that awful creature wouldn't leave me. I put my hands over my stomach as I remembered what he said.
A Hayward womb.
I had power in me. Power he wanted to use. I shuddered at the horror of this night. This place. Mom didn't close the door after she left. I stared at the light from the hallway spilling into my room. I had left my suitcase out in the dangerous hallway with all my things in it.
I shuddered here.
Then my brother appeared naked in the doorway. He stood tall and strong, nineteen and with blue eyes. Strong eyes. I knew he was handsome before, but it was academic.
He was my brother. But now... After hearing him fucking Mom and Cali, I knew he was a man.
Virile and powerful.
His cock thrust out hard before him. I stared at him, the fear melting away. Something inside of me, something in my womb, quivered. There was power in a Hayward womb. Our bloodline was meant to fight the darkness.
My brother had some power he wanted to give me. He stared at me. I swallowed and stared back at him. I stood from the bed, so scared but... He had saved me with magic or something. And he needed help. Five special maids or something.
"Is it behind your back?" I asked. "The pink?" I didn't know what Cali had meant when she had said it.
"Yeah," my brother said. "The pink."
I nodded, accepting this. I didn't ever want to be helpless again. To be pinned beneath that disgusting thing who wanted to... to... No. I would never be in that position again. My back straightened with my anger.
"Then give it to me!" I snapped. "Now. Before I change my mind."
My brother blinked in surprise, his cock twitching. I knew I would be committing incest with him, soon.
That I would be fucked by my brother the way he had taken our mother. This heat rippled out of my pussy at that forbidden thought.
He pulled his hand out from behind him and held a pink garter in his hand. A band of lace that caught my entire awareness. My thoughts quivered, and my heart beat faster. It was so beautiful. It almost glowed with brilliance, reducing the rest of the world to a deep and profound black.
A part of me wanted to fight it. Could fight it. I had some power to resist the magic of this place. Unlike Mom, who had fallen under the spell of this place the moment we had entered. I was a Hayward. I could say no to the pink.
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