IN THIS CHAPTER: Lilly is concerned about what they did to the housekeeper and has a delicate conversation with the Vatspalt men. Anticipating her discomfort, the men have carefully planned their response. More is revealed about the global organization the Vatspalt family is a part of. Satisfied with their answers, Lilly turns a lens on herself and discovers she doesn't like the person she sees. A plan takes shape and Lilly invites someone to their hotel room for a night of pleasure. Lilly offers some thoughtful insight and surprises herself at how much she has learned.
The Swedish words for pussy (fitta, slidan, snippa), cock (kuk), korka (cork) and igen (pronounced eye-yen) are used intentionally. They are not misspellings.
A word is deliberately misspelled to demonstrate a character's inability to speak clearly.
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They dined out that evening. Lilly styled her hair in an elegant up-do and applied her makeup to appear older. No one asked her age and her glass was never empty.
She wore a white mini-dress, its length barely covering her femininity. It was backless all the way to her waist, with a cowl neck; the wide, open front scoop hung to her belly button, exposing nearly all of her flesh. The fabric covering her hardened nipples seemed to cling to them for dear life. It was sheer enough that even under the dim restaurant lights, her unencumbered breasts were visible. The same could be said for her special place.
Following a few drinks at the bar, they were seated at a corner booth. Always the gentlemen, Lilly sat down first, with Gustov and Daddy sliding in on each hip. Uncle Lars was sitting in a chair opposite her. Obediently opening her legs, the dress rode up enough to expose the hairless folds of her smoothly shaved femininity. The server would see this but the tablecloth hid her exposure from the rest of the patrons.
Lilly was stressed and when that happened her appetite disappeared. She ordered a small side salad and when that was all, Gustov said, "Lilly, we talked about your weight when I examined you a few months ago."
Dr. Gustov Malstrom was Lilly's gynecologist as much as he was one of her three lovers seated around the table. Lilly met him through her second family because she was too nervous to broach the subject of birth control with her real mother. Momma suggested Lilly visit her gynecologist and even took her to the examination. Gustov had noted she was a couple pounds underweight while performing the physical. It wasn't until only a few weeks ago that Lilly learned Gustov was also Momma's cousin.
He took matters into his own hands, ordering steak and lobster for them all. He also ordered macaroni and cheese, brussel sprouts, and roasted mushrooms. Although her men raved about the food, to Lilly, every bite was dry and tasteless. Over a dessert of chocolate-covered strawberries and port wine, Lilly thanked her men for the wonderful vacation.
"But..." Uncle Lars said.
"No, it's nothing. It's been wonderful." She couldn't make eye contact with him and swirled a fork around the chocolate sauce.
"Honey, you've barely ate anything. And you haven't said more than three words since we fucked the maid this afternoon," said Gustov. "You're upset about something."
In a surprise comment from Daddy, he said, "Were we too rough on you last night? You know, before the party?" He never apologized for his actions, even when they were stern and uncomfortable.
"No, that's not it. I enjoy it when you...attend...to my bottom." Considering, she said, "Although you were all very rough with me."
Then Daddy went back to being Daddy. "It needed to be done, Good Girl. Knowing you had that, um, substantial dildo shoved up your asshole all day got under our skin. You can't expect us to be gentle with you when you tease like that." His mischievous grin spoke volumes and Lilly poked her tongue at him then pecked him on the cheek.
He wasn't kidding. The heavily veined anal plug was thick and shaped like a cock, down to the bulbous head. It was larger than even Gustov's dick, which was saying something. "Yes, it was all my fault. May I remind you who put that plug in my bottom in the first place?"
Gustov, a silly grin on his face, raised his hand. "That would be me."
Pointing a fork at Lilly, Uncle Lars said, "You're lucky we didn't make you wear your kitty tail to dinner tonight."
Lilly nodded. He was right, the furry tail had been detached from the more accommodating spade-shaped anal plug. It was chromed and dainty and pretty by comparison. Said plug was currently nestled in her butt and she squished around on it; showing off for her men as much as enjoying the sensation it created. "It feels good, but I'm glad you didn't leave the tail on. That would have been embarrassing. Plus, it's kind of hard to sit on."
"If we had wanted you to wear it, you would have worn it," said Gustov. There was an edge to his voice.
"Yes, sir." Lilly bowed her head.
After a moment, Uncle Lars said, "But that's not what's bothering you, is it?"
She didn't know how to raise the subject of what they had done with the housekeeper. But her men were intuitive and had picked up on her mood.
Tucking some hair behind her ear, Lilly chewed a strawberry and said, "We didn't do anything...wrong...today, did we? You know, with the housekeeper."
Daddy shrugged. "I don't understand your question, honey. We had an opportunity to fuck her so we took it."
Lilly realized he had not answered her question. She rephrased: "Daddy, did she make the decision to be...used like that?"
Uncle Lars said, "Good Girl, did you ask to be bent over and tied down to that device last night so all those men could mount you?"
Lilly thought about it for a moment, absently rubbing the charm on the choker her family had given her; feeling the contours of the raised V within the solid metal ring that doubled as her leash clip. She countered with, "No, but I belong to you. I'm a part of your family. You know what's best for me. I understand that granting all those strangers permission to be inside my special place was for my benefit..."
"And your mouth, too," said Uncle Lars. "They didn't only focus on your cunt."
She had never consumed more man-milk than she had at the costume party. "Yes, and my mouth," she agreed. "But my point is that you allowed all of it to happen because you care for me. All the other kitties and colts belonged to their humans as well."
Her men smiled warmly. Gustov took her chin in his hand and gently kissed her. Pushing through her lips, he worked his tongue around hers. She sighed when his hand slipped inside her dress. Brushing over the curvature of her breast, his thumb gently rubbed her nipple for a few moments before moving the garment aside, exposing her flesh to anyone in the restaurant who cared to look.
To nearly any other woman, being exposed in such a manner would have been embarassing or been met with anger and a frantic scramble to cover herself. Being comfortable with her body being exhibited and knowing better than to act without asking, Lilly said, "Did you mean to do that?" She looked at the creamy mound, which was now alive with goosebumps.
Gustov apprised her breast and said, "Yes, honey. Of course."
"May I cover myself?"
Daddy said, "Not yet, Good Girl."
"Yes, sir."
His kiss was just as tender; his hand warm on her skin as he gently squeezed. When he was finished he said, "Now you may cover yourself."
"Yes, sir." As she readjusted her dress, her special place stirred.
"Thank you," said Uncle Lars. "Realizing your status with our family means more to us than you will ever know."
Lilly pushed on, anxious to make her point. "But you didn't know the maid," she said. "She didn't belong to you and she isn't part of our family. Yet you tied her to the table and...had your way with her. We all did. And she was helpless to prevent it from happening." Lilly saw herself; the black leather strands of the strap-on belt cinched around her waist, the overtly large plug affixed to the front so as to perforate a different part of the anatomy. In her head, Lilly heard the poor girl's plaintive moans as she drove the phallus into the maid's straining pussy. It was difficult to say, but she found the words: "Did we...force...her?"
Gustov was reassuring. "I can understand why you would be concerned, given the circumstances."
"It's just that sometimes she looked like she was enjoying herself and other times she seemed really frightened."
"Would you like to know how she really came to be in such a...compromising...position?"
"Yes, Daddy. Please."
Sliding his hand up her thigh, he nestled his finger into the crown of her pleat and wormed it over her button. He gently pressed and wiggled and Lilly sighed. Her pussy was already comfortably damp and she stifled a moan as he slowly worked.
The Vatspalt men understood Lilly wasn't ready to see the bigger picture. She was too new to the concubine lifestyle. The truth would have shocked her and could have potentially disastrous repercussions for everyone involved. Bringing a new concubine into the fold took great care and planning. It sometimes took years. Lying through his teeth, he said, "When she started cleaning, she spilled some coffee on one of Gustov's shirts."
"I wasn't happy about it," said Gustov, picking up exactly where he was supposed to.
The three men had discussed this potential conversation earlier, as Lilly tended to getting the housekeeper out of the suite. Even though their concubine wasn't aware of their manipulation, Lilly wasn't stupid. She had been raised in a very religious, very conservative household. She knew right from wrong and they had anticipated she would ask about their time with the maid.
