"Ooh.... happy birthday to me..." Daniel smirked as three promising pictures swiftly downloaded to his browser windows. There had to be something fundamentally sad about a young man like him celebrating his birthday surfing the Internet for porn in the afternoon... even more so considering he was the sole heir to the de Lusignac fortune, living alone in a lofty mansion with several maids, dolled up in cute uniforms... all gorgeous girls, hand-picked by his mother to tend to his every need. And considering every last one of them used to be top-class call-girls before they started working here, it was obvious his mother intended to literally see his every need fulfilled - leading to more than one awkward occasion as he was only twelve years old when they were first introduced to him - but it was beyond doubt these girls were paid and willing to do just about anything for their employer.

And that was the main reason why he'd never really been interested in any of them: he wasn't looking for someone to take care of him. He was convinced the girl he'd fall in love with would be someone who would trust him to care for her, who would be willing to utterly and totally depend on him for her needs... He stared wistfully at the illustration on his computer screen, the depicted girl blushing in embarrassment, her beautiful naked body primed for penetration, her slightly twisted pose hinting at her squirming - need, anxiety perhaps, or fear... But whatever she was anticipating, she would only be able to lie there waiting, because the girl was a quadruple amputee, her shoulders smooth and rounded, her hips and thighs meeting in clean stumps where her legs once were. If anyone felt like it, they could just have their way with her, she wouldn't even be able to cover up her nakedness, let alone fend off the groping hands of her assailant...

She would depend on him to protect her, to comfort her... care for her, hand-feed her, bathe her. She would be safe in his hands, lifting her into their bed, pursing her lips as he'd lean in for a passionate kiss, squirming to move her reduced body closer to his, swallowing nervously as the irresistible need in her body to have his massive member inside of her grew stronger and stronger...

A deft cough behind him cruelly sent his fantasy to a screeching halt, his erection wilting away in sudden shame.
"Sorry to disturb Master while he's wanking to cripple porn again..."

Blood rushed to Daniel's face as he hastily pulled up his slacks, adjusted his glasses and tried his very best to salvage at least some of his dignity with an uncaring expression towards his maid - Yuki, or Yuka, or something like that - who only barely bothered to contain her disdain. "They're not cripples you know" he tried to challenge her as he rose - "You've got it all wrong - I mean, they don't even have legs, so..." The maid's death stare crushed what little confidence he had - this certainly wasn't the first time she had walked in on his private moments. She knew what a loser he was - they all did. "Even today... whatever, you have a guest". Daniel groaned - the one thing he'd really like on this day would be to be left in peace.

"I really don't feel like visitors..." he muttered while buttoning his pants, half-hoping his maid would somehow take pity on him and send his guest away, but the girl's expression made it clear he expended his last sympathy with her. "You seriously didn't expect anyone to visit you on your birthday? You're terrible" his maid brutally concluded, and Daniel nodded, defeated, somewhat glad the household help was paid well enough not to care outside these confrontational moments. "But it's miss Galvez de Cordoba, and-" "Who, Helena or Adalia? I bet it's Adalia... you know she only shows up if she wants something, probably lecture me a bit about how I'm wasting my life, then drag me along to a boring dinner party again..." "I really think Adalia is here only for you today, you jerk" Yuki bit; she seemed out of sorts somehow, though Daniel couldn't quite put his finger on it; thankfully she quickly regained her composure, "and I sincerely hope Master will adhere to protocol..." "Yeah yeah" he waved her away, straightening out his shirt. "...and at least remembers to wash the smell of his dick from his hands before welcoming her this time" his maid added, adding to Daniel's blush.

She had nothing to worry about - he knew protocol. And he actually liked Adalia, in a way - the girl was quite a few years older than him, and had always been like an older sister - the kind that bosses you around all day and tells on your mother whenever you do anything wrong, but still... well, maybe that's just what real sisters were about. Of course his crazy mother had managed to make their relationship even weirder by proposing they should marry a couple of years ago, which Adalia took way too seriously... he quickly checked his memory to make sure he didn't promise her anything silly to get rid of her like "I'll marry you when I'll turn twenty" or anything she could've interpreted as such, but thankfully concluded he'd never become quite that desperate. Which left him with a growing curiosity as to what Adalia's purpose was today, considering the emphasis his maid put stating she was here for him - what was that nuance even supposed to mean? After a last disappointing glance at the now loaded but unsaved images, he sighed and headed to his bathing chamber.

Squeaky clean, properly dressed. Protocol, protocol. Stand up straight, smile, be charming - so annoying. "Sorry for the wait, I hope my maids already offered you a..." Daniel fought to retain his trained smile. Adalia was resting on the lounge sofa, her expression as aloof as it had always been. "...drink?" Except last time he saw Adalia, she still had arms. "A-and how was your journey?" And legs. "It was quite unpleasant, and I've been waiting here for over fifteen minutes... I suppose you were too busy with all your other guests?" He tried not to stare at the delicate silk framing Adalia's shoulders, the sudden drop in her blue dress where her hips ended, tried to ignore his heart pounding in his throat. "No... no other guests yet, I suppose it's still early, so..." Awkward silence - he must've said something weird. Room spinning. "H-how is Helena doing? Is she still visiting your mother in Spain?" Smooth stumps where her arms and legs used to be, her mobility and dexterity gone, probably forever. "Ah I see, I come all this way to see you, but you're more interested in that tramp than me? Where are your manners?" Adalia huffed, "There's no excuse to behave like that, even on your birthday, and-" Adalia's rant blurred out for him as his confusion grew. "I-if you'll excuse me for a moment, I need to check on... on... something..." It was probably against protocol to entertain guests with a raging erection in his pants.

He barely made it out of the room standing. That was Adalia. A bit less of her than he was used to, but that unmistakable beauty, that harsh, criticizing tone in her voice... had to be Adalia. "What did she..." he muttered to the wall, but before he could even finish the thought, a loud knocking at the end of the hallway resounded across the polished marble. He moved forward in a daze, wandering into the entry hall, somewhat blinded by the bright afternoon sun as he swung open the heavy oaken front doors. "Happy birthday, Daniel" a familiar, sultry voice spoke before him, and he blinked to adjust to the brightness. "Ahh, don't look so surprised! Be a good boy and carry me inside, hmm?" Helena, Adalia's gorgeous twin sister, bathing in sunlight, pristine like an angel... yet that look in her eyes would make any devil blush. She was with her driver, or better put... her driver was carrying her, one arm supporting her back, one arm supporting her rump. Her beautiful long legs, which he used to stare at while she was sunbathing, gone. Her slender arms that she wrapped around him at every opportunity for embarrassing hugs, definitely missing from her body.

"Hello Helena. Sure, let me just take you - I hope the sun hasn't been too warm for you?" he heard himself prattle, making split decisions on how to support the reduced woman he was already being handed, ending up holding her against him by the warm, smoothed endings of her hips. Her seductive perfume intoxicated him as he carried her in, her large breasts pressing against his chest, and within only a few steps his arms were already trembling with his efforts. "I'm not too heavy, am I? I've lost a lot of weight recently..." Helena's warm breath hushed in his ear. "You've always been light as a feather, Helena" he flapped out - and then it struck him: he was still dreaming. "Oooh... my little Daniel certainly learned what women love to hear, mmmm". Yeah, he could be very suave in his fantasies - incredibly romantic one-liners that were more than enough to make his adoring partners sopping wet in seconds. Why wasn't he a bit stronger in his dream, so he wouldn't have to hold her so awkwardly to avoid her body pressing against his member, throbbing furiously mere inches beneath her amazing butt?

"Helena! You've really gone too far this time" Adalia yelled from the couch, "father did not grant you permission for this, and you really-" "Oh don't be so boring Ada, you know I never miss a party, hmm?" Daniel slowly lowered Helena onto the couch, shifting her properly upright against the lush pillows. "Party?! I can't believe how irresponsible you are. You know full well Madame de Lusignac and I had an arrangement - if you wanted to take my place you could've just said so and I would've more than gladly-" "Can I get some sherry, darling?" Helena looked up at Daniel, her mesmerizing smile widening in clear recognition of the bulge in his pants her eyes grazed past. "Are you even listening, Helena? This isn't just some game, father is going to be furious when he hears about this". Daniel pondered - the two never took their arguments beyond words, but since this was his weird fantasy anyway, perhaps they'd end up squirming against each other in some sexy sort of quad wrestling after all... "Don't mind Ada, she's just feeling a little uncertain with you staring at my breasts like that" Helena smiled with a playful wink, but Daniel was getting confused again.

Normally when he had fantasies, they wouldn't drag on like this. He wouldn't be asked to fetch drinks, wouldn't have to wait out arguments between women, now going into great detail about why one of them couldn't care less where he was looking, and the other edging her on with lewd insinuations... and probably wouldn't feel tired from carrying one of them around. But it was kind of terrifying trying to consider what kind of situation he landed in if this wasn't a dream... and he was quite glad to hear distant knocking - it was probably one of his maids, trying to wake him up for breakfast, banging on his room door as they tended to do. No... thinking back, he had buttered bread with jam and orange juice for breakfast, then some tea lateron... it just didn't make any sense. "Excuse me" he smiled to the two bickering women, who barely even looked up from their argument to acknowledge him walking out into the hallway to answer the door.

His maid Rachel had arrived at the front door before him, briskly curtsying before trudging off with a scowl - his staff really didn't seem to be in a very good mood in this dream. Now he found himself in the presence of a foreign-looking man in a cheap, slightly tattered uniform standing in his doorway: a very stupid thing to dream of. A bearded face like that would wreck even the best erotic mood, so without much further thought he turned around to return to his lovely twin fantasy in the lounge. "Wait! You pick up girl in cab, please!" Dammit, too late - the man's accent wasn't lousy enough to pretend he couldn't understand him. Why did his dream have to take such a disappointing turn? "I'm sorry, where are my manners" he turned to face the man again, instantly regretting his decision, but the man claiming to be a cab driver - sure, he did fit the look of one - seemed adamant about showing him to the beat-down wreck humming at the base of the wide stairs.

Clear, hope-filled eyes and a cute smile that seemed to want to remind him of something, framed by long blonde hair, draped across the rather decrepit but clean back seat of the cab. The girl in the cab was quite beautiful, and he was glad to find the theme of his dream returning, the remainders of her arms and legs covered by neat little knitted socks, a deep blush on her face matching his favorite expression on amputee girls... "You take her, yes? You pay for ride!" the cabby insisted as he opened the door, and Daniel was stirred from his thoughts, still unsure of where he saw that smile before... "Umm... h-hello, it... it seems I forgot my money on my way here, if you could please..." he managed to hear the girl murmur, her blush deepening, but he couldn't place her voice either. "Yes, you pay, okay? One hundred and ten!" It wouldn't make sense for him to dream about a girl he didn't know, not with fantasy versions of Adalia and Helena waiting for him in the lounge. There had to be- "Daaaaaaaaaaaaarling!!!" That voice he could recognize, out of thousands.

The girl in the cab looked startled, and only now Daniel realized a large limousine had pulled up behind the cab, a tall woman hastily making her way towards him. Slender arms were flung around him, his face pressed down in a rich bosom as he was smothered by her warm hug and overpowering perfume. "Mmmm! How's my little Daniel enjoying his birthday so far??"

That was weird. He usually didn't dream about his mother.

She briskly directed him to the limousine; Daniel only managed one last glimpse at the girl in the cab, her smile gone - Madame de Lusignac had that effect on people. "The Galvez de Cordoba twins should be here by now... and guess who I picked up from Germany? It's your old friend Ermengarde!" The more the merrier... but rather than a fantasy, this was turning into more of a fevered dream. "Did you remember to bring her limbs?" He joked under his breath, getting a bit weary of all these weird turns, but a quick glance at the girl being lifted out of the limousine told him enough - she even wore a soft pink flanel dress tailored to her reduced body.

"Guess not... guten tag Emmy, did you have a nice trip?" The girl blushed furiously as she noticed his stare. "Don't even think about commenting on the diaper - it's perfectly natural for a trip across more than a thousand kilometers, if you must know" she huffed, and Daniel blinked a few times before piecing together what the heck she was talking about - he hadn't even realized it, but the amputated girl did seem to wear some sort of protection, judging by her rounded butt... "It was very practical" his mother added with a smile. "Sorry please, who take girl? One hundred and ten, someone pay!" the cab driver insisted more impatiently as he approached, but immediately took a step back when Daniel's mother turned to face him with an icy glare. "Here's... five hundred or something, so go make yourself useful and carry your passenger inside, then get that rust bucket off of my son's driveway already, is that understood?"

The cabby seemed more than happy to understand, at least after excitingly counting the notes hastily pressed into his palm. "Why are you being so distracted?" Ermengarde hissed to his left, demanding his attention; Daniel shook off his fascination with the mysterious blonde girl being lifted out of the cab. "And stop staring at my diaper!" she added, and Daniel smiled. A diaper was very practical for a quad amputee, helpless as they were to even use the toilet, and the embarrassment it caused them certainly fit in his fantasies... "Ah, but you look very cute in your diaper, Emmy" he decided to tease, smiling as her blush deepened. "It's... it's not like I could help wetting it, okay? Daniel's always such a dummy!" she puffed up her cheeks; even in his dream, Ermengarde could act so childish when she didn't get her way. "Let's head inside - you know this sun is bad for your skin Daniel - I have very little time as it is" his mother insisted, and Daniel smirked - dream or no dream, his mother was always in a rush to leave, and that was fine with him.


"So, what do you think?" his mother inquired, her strong hands resting on his shoulders as he stared at the girls gathered in the lounge; Adalia as noble and graceful as ever, Helena seductively pursing her lips before her beautiful smile. Emmy was pouting, wriggling somewhat uncomfortably on the sofa - the mysterious blond just sat up quietly in the soft pillows, blushing nervously. "Ow" Daniel stated, his repeated pinching of his arm still not achieving the desired effect. But the implications of not being able to wake up from this fevered dream were rather dramatic. He quickly glanced up at his mother, now recognizing that proud smile. That was her 'do you like my present, darling?' smile, and immediately a highly uncomfortable feeling crept up on him, his heart pounding with sudden apprehension.

The only logical question he could ask at this point slipped into his mind. "Mom... did you arrange for these girls to have their arms and legs amputated?"

"Aren't they beautiful?"

He had expected an "of course not, darling" in response to his whisper. Maybe a "don't be silly, what do you take me for?" But he knew his crazy mother's proud smile, and more and more the realization began to sink in that this was real. The blood was throbbing in his ears now, the room starting to spin again. "And they're not here for my birthday, are they" he managed to croak, his mother gently squeezing his shoulders in response. "You're twenty years old now... more than old enough to get married, and I can't sit idly by while you waste your days away behind your computer. Each of these girls is here because they want you to choose them as your wife, Daniel. And in the coming days, you're going to make a selection". And that was final.

"B-but why... why... are they..." he sputtered, feeling more and more awkward having to whisper to his mother with the girls all staring at him. "Oh, that... well, I don't really understand it, but I've been told you masturbate mostly to pictures of amputee girls...". The maids flanking his mother nodded with determination, and Daniel sighed - why did he even doubt they'd report his every embarrassing secret straight to his mother... "...so I figured it'd be a handy way to make sure they're really committed to this". She had their limbs removed for... a competition? With him as the prize?

"Pardon our little discussion, girls - Daniel still needed to be filled in on the details of this little gathering I organized. But allow me to formally welcome you to this mansion, Adalia and Helena Galvez de Cordoba, always a pleasure to have you two here, Ermengarde von Einzwald - grown up into such a beautiful lady... oh, and Violette Duchamps over there, I guess you remember Violette". Daniel nodded politely, but that name didn't ring any bells. He had no clue who she was - her blush still reminded him of... something, but it was hard to search his memory with four beautiful, limbless girls staring at him like that.

"Now as you may be aware, I don't give away my son to just any girl who wants his hand in marriage. All of you have made the sacrifice I insisted on, and let me assure you that the de Lusignac family recognizes and appreciates your commitment in this". No matter how impulsive she was, his mother would've considered the implications of what she asked... compensation for medical bills were probably arranged, servants spoken for- "And if you don't get picked, well, I read somewhere that amputees can lead happy and fulfilling lives, so don't worry!" Daniel hung his head in shame - she hadn't even given it a second thought. "Well, I hope you girls have a fun time seducing my little boy - I'm off to play with Mr. de Lusignac! See me to the door, would you Daniel?"

At the door, the late afternoon sunlight bathing them in golden light, Daniel felt he still needed a million answers, but couldn't even come up with a single proper question. "So what am I supposed to do? I mean... these girls all expect me to..." "That's a rather inappropriate question to ask your mother" Madame de Lusignac laughed. "Those girls are here to serve you, Daniel. They'll let you know... but from the looks of things, I think you have no choice but to have, well, a lot of sex the next few days. Now give your mother a kiss..." Steeling his mind to disassociate that innocent request from his mother's entirely inappropriate advice just before that, Daniel moved into the clouds of perfume, giving his mother the required pecks, trying to make sense of this elaborately insane competition... "Just have fun darling - don't worry, I'll be back before you know it..." She waved one last time from the limousine, and called "Just keep in mind that mommy is expecting a grandchild soon!"