Daniel was left in confusion. Sure, he loved and respected his mother. And up until now, he had always just gone along with her crazy ideas because that was the easy way out - arguing with her was useless. But he wasn't ready to marry anyone, and she couldn't just force an important decision like that on him like some kind of birthday present. Dumping off such beautiful, sexy girls, all amputated, all willing to become his bride, right on his doorstep... as much as he would've preferred to stand up to her... for the first time in his life, his mother managed to organize something he could really, really enjoy...
He turned around to face ten pairs of cold, cruel eyes, his entire staff assembled in the entry hall. "Four of them... like one isn't enough?" he heard one of his maids whisper. "What a total pervert..." He had sort of expected his mother would've at least briefed his maids about this situation, but... "Maybe he really can't get it up for a normal girl?" "U-umm... I didn't actually know anything about this either, so..." he offered apologetically at the approaching maids, but his words fell on deaf ears. "Suuuuure... "
"Don't misunderstand us - we don't mind that you're going to have sex with all those girls instead of us, Master" "Yeah, but we don't want to be in the way, it wouldn't be very romantic with the household help around..." "Don't need us around when you're holding one of them from behind, filling her so deeply..." "Or he could hold them up against his body, Yuko - impaled on his manhood, you know?" "Ah, right... you could make them beg, Master... beg you to screw them while the rest can only watch and wait their turn..." "Master would have free choice - fill their dripping pussy, or their tight little ass, not like they can object, right?" "Yeah yeah, until every one of them is totally plastered..." "Oh, it'll be such a mess with all that cum dripping from their worn-out holes, won't it Sarah?"
He swallowed nervously as they surrounded him, his erection painful in his pants, spurred on by their increasingly lewd suggestions. "We'll think of you while we're gone, Master... we just can't stand in the way of Master's happiness... can we girls?" "Look... I could really... use your help taking care of our guests, and..." "Your guests" a maid in the back harshly corrected him, and the rest nodded adamantly. "I-I'll tell my mother to pay extra this month..." he muttered, slowly realizing the situation he was in. "Oh, don't worry about us, Master... it's not about the money, we simply wouldn't want to trouble you..." The rest nodded again, and Daniel resigned to his fate. His callgirls-turned-sexy-maids were simply blackmailing him, awaiting his reaction with silent glee. "...a-and a r-raise..." he stammered, sighing hopelessly as the maids started to grin - they played him just the way they wanted. "Oh alright... if you insist - we're so lucky to have such a tolerant and loving Master".
"But you'd better put this to good use, finally" Rachel insisted, resting her silk-gloved hand on the throbbing bulge in his pants. "Very well Master... I'll take care of Ermengarde then, Rachel and Suzette can look after Adalia, I'm sure she-" "Huh? No way Yuko, she's way too cute for you, Ermengarde is mine!" Rachel suddenly spun around, and Daniel was surprised with how suddenly the mood was changing - their solidarity making way for... competition? "Don't be silly - my sister has a baby girl, so I know everything there is to know about-" "Wait, me and Sarah already claimed Emmy the moment she came in, didn't we Sarah?" They were actually... fighting over who got to care for who, despite acting all uninterested just moments before? "Girls! Your behavior is very unprofessional. As the oldest here, it's only natural that I take care of miss von Einzwald, so-" "Oh give it a rest Veronica, you said those girls creeped you the hell out, so you don't get to pick, okay..."
Realizing none of them were paying attention to him anymore, Daniel seized the opportunity to sneak past the barricade, fleeing their heated argument before they got a chance to drag him back in - those maids could be seriously intimidating if they wanted to... They were call-girls after all, simply lacking the refinement of properly trained staff, or the nobility of the upper class, who would never allow themselves to get- "Oh shut up Adalia, just admit you're here because you want to fuck him!" "Nonsense! I'm simply here because this marriage was arranged years ago - unlike you, I don't seek pleasure from every man I meet; had I known you'd also participate in this, I wouldn't have even-" the twins bickered, not even paying attention to him. "Daniel! I still wearing... you know! I need new u-underwear!" Ermengarde whined as soon as she spotted him.
Daniel slumped down on the couch opposing the ongoing fight; only the girl called Violette was quiet, not seeming too happy being forced to endure the conflict. "Everyone..." Daniel started, and to his surprise, some silence actually followed. "I... I'm really honored by all of you coming here, with... you know..." With their limbs hacked off for his enjoyment - somehow he couldn't think of a diplomatic way to put that. "B-but I don't know if I can offer each of you the attention you deserve, so..." Somewhere at the end of this noble speech he planned his actual statement - he simply wasn't ready to marry. "Then we'll all have a day". "What?" Daniel looked up at Helena, his train of thought lost. "We'll all get your devoted attention for a day, that way, everyone gets their private time with you" Helena continued, and added a sultry wink after that, leaving no doubt what she had in mind for her own private time. "I can hardly believe it, but my sister seems to have made a sensible suggestion - I agree with this ruling" Adalia added, exchanging a quick competitive glare with her twin. "I don't care, I just need Daniel to-" "Yeah yeah, you'll get your nappy changed soon enough little baby" Helena mused at Ermengarde. "I'm not a baby! It was a long car ride, and this is just..." "Who gets which day, Daniel? It's your decision" Adalia hushed the two, and moments later, all four were looking at him expectantly.
"Umm... well, Adalia was here first, then Helena arrived... Violette was third, and Ermengarde arrived last, so we could just-" "I'm not going first - half the day is gone already" Adalia briskly stated, and Daniel sighed - of course, it seemed too easy already. "I will be needing quite some time with Daniel, so definitely not today for me either" Helena added. "Emmy wants a whole day with Daniel too!!" Ermengarde shouted to further complicate things, and after Helena sent a mocking smile to her, the woman turned to her sister again. "Adalia - weren't you planning to leave anyway? Just get it over with today and you'll be off..." she taunted, and more bickering arose, finally drowning out the argument still resounding from behind the door, where the maids apparently still failed to come to an agreement - his quiet abode had suddenly become a noise-filled hen house...
"I'd like today, if that's possible". Slowly, the accusing arguments stilled as they realized Violette's quiet words broke their shallow impasse. "Well.... hmm... perfect, then I'll have tomorrow - Ermengarde can have the day after that, and Helena, since you love to hang around here so much, you won't mind going last, right" Adalia quickly concluded; Helena sent her one last glance, then shrugged as much as her rounded shoulders still let her. "Fine, I'm sure I can find something to amuse myself with while I wait". Daniel gave Violette a thankful smile, glad she managed to diffuse the argument, but the girl averted her eyes again - she seemed to be as nervous as he was about this whole thing, and he appreciated that shared sentiment. "But first Daniel needs to help me with... with you know" Ermengarde stated deftly, wriggling a bit further upright.
"No way... we just decided Violette here could get Daniel for today, so that's what we're doing - just wait your turn" Helena chided the suddenly pouting girl. "I wet myself before we decided that, so he's gotta clean me first". "This isn't how an upper class lady of your upbringing should behave, Ermengarde" Adalia added. "I don't care about that one bit!! I want Daniel to help change me out of my WET DIAPER!!" Ermengarde shouted, the angry tears of a five-year old on the verge of a tantrum welling in her eyes. "It-it's okay, I don't mind" Violette muttered after a while, the sisters still stunned by Ermengarde's behaviour - she used to have a habit of acting overly cute, but she'd always been a proper lady. "Umm... I don't actually know all that much about changing a..." Daniel started to explain, but didn't dare finish his sentence as Ermengarde puffed up her cheeks as a first warning. "B-but I'll manage somehow, l-let's get you to the bathing chambers then..." he quickly offered, leaping up from his seat to lift the snivelling girl up into his arms. "I won't be long" he noted to Violette, but it almost felt like the twins were most upset about Ermengarde sneaking in private time like this.
Emmy was so light now... she had always been a bit of a frail girl, insecure about her sizes compared to the voluptuous Galvez de Cordoba twins, but now Daniel didn't even have trouble supporting her on one arm to open the door to the hallway. Her diaper crinkled softly as she snuck her head against his chest, and for a moment, Daniel was struck by a strange feeling of elation - Ermengarde had never been so cute. An armless, legless girl... embarrassed to wear a baby's diaper, needing him to change her...
"We'll take the young mistress from you then, Master".
An ambush in the hallway. His maid Veronica hadn't asked - it was a statement, her slender hands already pulling Ermengarde into a gentle embrace. Suzette flanked her, her makeup smeared... only now Daniel noticed the other maids in the back, their sexy maid outfits torn, some with their hair clearly out of style... this hallway had been a fierce battlefield, with Veronica as its victor. "Huh? N-no, Daniel is gonna-" Ermengarde protested, but even she was intimidated by the maid's hungry eyes. "Hush hush little lady, let's get you cleaned up and into a fluffy new dry diaper, okay?" Veronica grinned, playfully touching Ermengarde's trembling lips. "B-but I don't need to wear a diaper... Daniel, say something!!" Ermengarde muttered, but Daniel lacked the energy to intervene. "Please take good care of her" he smiled in defeat, subsequently getting ignored by most of his staff trudging up the stairs after Veronica. "I'm not a baby- Daniel! Danieeeeel!!" Emmy cried from halfway up the stairs, but truthfully he was glad they took her from him - what did he know about diapers anyway...
"Oh, their luggage arrived... we can't be bothered carrying it up the stairs, so just do it yourself" Sarah thumbed over to the entry hall, and Daniel sighed again - as beautiful and sexy as his maids were, it was clear they were anything but professional household help... Still, carrying their luggage was the least he could do - part of being a good host of course. And there was an amazing reward waiting for him... only now it slowly began to sink in that he was going to spend the next couple of days in the company of gorgeous limbless women, all devoted to him in their own way...
His happy daydream came to an abrupt halt as he turned the corner into the entry hall. He couldn't move forward, because there was a large suitcase blocking his way. On top of that suitcase was a set of coffers, supporting an array of square boxes. The pile was flanked by a wall of other suitcases, leaving barely enough space to peer through to the rest waiting there. Daniel swallowed in despair, adjusting his glasses to take in the full gravity of the situation: his entry hall was stocked to the roof with suitcases, trunks, duffle bags, coats, boxes, packs and satchels of all colors, designers, shapes and sizes...
Such a welcoming host he was. He couldn't feel his trembling arms anymore, could barely stand, but all of the luggage was sorted out and moved into the appropriate rooms. Those girls... especially Helena... had really gone out of their way to pack everything and anything they could think of. Even practical Adalia had a monster trunk labelled 'makeup' that nearly managed to get him killed pushing it up the stairs... Thinking his Herculean task done, Daniel turned around to find one last sports bag casually left in a corner. It wasn't impeccably labelled like all the others, and he had to search for some identifying mark on it, finally discovering the letters stitched into the worn-out canvas: 'Violette'. As he slung it over his bruised shoulder, he realized this was the only piece of luggage belonging to her.
The way she showed up, in a grimy cab, her clothes... it was obvious she wasn't high-class like the rest, and that made her all the more mysterious - he was supposed to remember that girl, but as much as he thought back through his childhood, he couldn't place someone like that called Violette at all. If she was a commoner like he suspected, there wasn't much chance of him remembering in the first place - he knew he lived a sheltered life even for noble standards, always finding ways to avoid social events, even the charity balls where he could've met a girl like that. His mother didn't seem too happy about her being there - perhaps the girl was just after his money, hoping for quick fortune. Even then... getting amputated just for that... certainly the poor had little to lose, but there was something in that girl's eyes, her smile... that told him it wasn't money she was looking for.
He rested at the base of the stairs, his legs protesting the mere thought of having to go up there yet another time, and stared out the window for a moment - the sun was already low. Poor or not, it wasn't fair to Violette that her time with him had been wasted like this, and he'd have to find some way to set things straight later on.
"Still not done, my Master?" Sarah smirked from on top of the stairs, and Daniel clenched his fist, starting his ascent. "This is the last bag, don't worry - and thanks for helping me out on my birthday". "Heh... you can't expect us girls to do the heavy lifting around the house," Sarah remarked, casually inspecting her nails, "that's her only bag, isn't it?" she added; Daniel shrugged. "Don't worry, we took care of the girls for you... dinner's almost ready actually, so go clean up". "Hey... Sarah, right? That girl.. do you know who she is?" Sarah looked up from her fingernails, giving him a puzzled look. "You're asking me who your guests are?" An uncomfortable silence lay between them, and Daniel finally gave up waiting for a reply, staggering forward with the sports bag again. "She's a good girl... you'd better treat her well tonight". Daniel briefly turned around, more surprised by Sarah's concern for the girl than embarrassed by her lewd suggestion. "...Yeah yeah".
"Ahhh, there's our handsome birthday boy at last!" Helena cheered from the dinner table. All four girls seated there turned towards him, including Violette originally facing away from the door, who for that reason should've probably reconsidered her action. Daniel witnessed it in slow motion - the surprised look on her face as she turned around to spot him, her startled expression as her fickle point of balance shifted just enough to topple her upright position, her alarm as she found no arms or legs to support herself with as she slowly slumped off her chair onto the thankfully lush carpet below. Daniel rushed to help her back up her seat, the girl fortunately more embarrassed by her clumsiness than harmed. "Are you alright?" Daniel inquired, feeling a bit sorry for the girl as he noticed Helena's silent amusement over the clumsy accident. "I'm s-sorry, I'm just... gosh..." she smiled it off.
But Daniel was already distracted by a big surprise: the dinner table was elegantly set, using china and cutlery he hadn't even seen before, and judging from the amazing smell he suspected his maids even bothered to arrange proper catering for a change. Which given past experiences was nothing short of a miracle, seeing as it was impossible to get even one of them to fry an egg, let alone prepare an extensive dinner like this, and usually forced him to settle for the pizza or other take-out food they'd typically serve him. "Well. Do you think it's polite to leave your guests waiting for this long? I took the liberty to instruct your staff on their arrangements for tonight, but despite their effort you would've almost let the food gone cold..." Adalia lectured him, but her words hardly registered with Daniel who was simply glad to finally rest his poor legs a bit, and was distracted yet again by Ermengarde, seated at the other side of the table, and glaring at him in intense dissatisfaction.
"This is all your fault" she huffed, her blush deepening as Daniel fought his smile - she had at least three maids fawning over her, cooing excitedly as they prepared her for dinner, going as far as to tie a white bib around her neck, an actual baby bottle waiting for her on the table. "Hush hush now little girl" Veronica grinned, tickling her playfully - Daniel wasn't sure if they were serious about it or just playing a mean prank, but they seemed to be enjoying treating Emmy like a little girl a whole lot, much to the girl's humiliation. "Mmm... sit down Daniel, sit down so we can get started!" Helena insisted, and Daniel nodded, taking the indicated seat between Violette and Helena. "That's better, would be such a shame if all that champagne went to waste..." "My my, such a rush - are you worried you won't manage to get yourself stupidly drunk for the first night in years?" Adalia scoffed, and was immediately rewarded with a scowl from her twin's side. Sensing their hostility flaring up again, Daniel hastily rose from his seat, raising his glass invitingly. "...L-let's toast to our health, then..."
There was a short silence in the dining hall until Daniel realized the problem; none of them could get up from their seats, let alone raise the glass to toast with. "Erm... excuse me, perhaps I can help" he stammered, but Helena shook her head, then gave him a sexy wink. "Don't worry honey... I do tantric yoga". She proceeded to arch her body forward, supporting herself against the table with her stomach, gently leaning over to her glass, her every moment oozing sensual flexibility as she never took her eyes off him, finally letting her tongue dip into her glass, lapping up the bubbling alcohol like a seasoned feline. She chuckled seeing him shuffling his seat closer to the table to hide the undeniable consequences of witnessing such talent, and he really was in awe - if an amputated girl could make drinking from a glass this sexy already... "How lewd... you have no class at all, Helena" Adalia spoke disdainfully - but before Daniel could offer his help, she was already leaning forward herself, in some ways mimicking her twin, but where Helena sought to arouse, Adalia was all controlled elegance, taking the glass between her lips and calmly raising it just enough for a single sip, then after resting the glass back down covertly licked off a droplet.
"Happy birthday monsieur de Lusignac" Violette bravely called, her shy smile making way for a look of determination as she leaned towards her glass as well, almost immediately losing her balance, knocking over her glass, then well on her way to slide back down to the floor if Daniel hadn't caught her in time. "T-thank you... gosh, I'm so..." she whispered, blushing deeply as Helena giggled. "Ah, excuse me Violette, it just looked... where are my manners" Helena immediately apologized, but Violette shook her head as Daniel set her upright again. "Please, don't worry... sorry, I'm a bit clumsy today... b-but champagne stains are easy to remove from linen, you... you just-" the girl quickly began to explain, but the attention had already shifted to the other side of the table. "Go on miss Ermengarde, don't you want to toast to Daniel's health too?" Veronica encouraged, repeatedly prodding the sulking girl's lips with the rubber nipple on the bottle, and in shame, Ermengarde finally accepted, angrily suckling a few sips from the bottle before pushing the intruding nipple out with her tongue again.
Even just having a drink was such a challenge for these girls... watching them get used to their beautiful new bodies, Helena sexier than she ever was, Adalia refusing to relinquish etiquette no matter how it inconvenienced her, and this girl Violette trying so hard to keep up with them, defiant despite her repeated accidents... Daniel's heart simply wouldn't stop pounding, his dilemma weighing more and more heavily on his mind. His mother had no business forcing such a decision on him. At his age, if anything he was mature enough to decide for himself who he was going to marry and when... but how could he ever refuse girls tailored to his deepest, darkest fantasies... and how was he even supposed to choose between them?
"Thank you... for helping me eat I mean, I think I got the hang of it near the end though, so I'll be fine tomorrow I think..." Violette apologized to him as the maids began carrying the other girls back to the living room. "Don't worry about it" Daniel quickly smiled, trying to covertly clean the last smear of jus from Violette's cheek, replaced right away with her cute blush. It had been his pleasure really - hand-feeding a girl because she was unable to eat on her own... as impressive as Helena and Adalia's proud independence was, it was endearing to be needed like that, and even her few stubborn attempts to eat by herself, landing food anywhere but in her stomach, were actually quite cute. With the hard labor and warm meal behind him, Daniel was starting to feel quite drowsy, but quickly shook off his stupor. "S-shall we go to the living room, then? They must be expecting us..." Violette muttered nervously, but Daniel saw his chance. "If it's all the same, I'd rather spend some more time away from those girls... tonight is yours, after all" he quickly added to not sound too selfish, and Violette blushed a deep shade of red as he lifted her up, thankfully not taking his remark the wrong way. "O-okay..." she whispered, her blush finally framed by a beautiful smile.