"Olivia, what does the security camera detail?" I asked the AI security computer personality.
"It shows these three females performing a Break & Enter then taking over your home in a home invasion. The oldest, I'm assuming the mother, told the daughter with the huge fat ass to check then open the door. Luggage was then brought inside and bedrooms were chosen. The refrigerator was raided and the pool used for their enjoyment until you came home and found your home invaded," Olivia replied.
"Olivia, what should we do with these three obnoxious trespassers?" I inquired.
"Discipline them and teach them a lesson about proper behavior here in France. I think the rudest daughter should be flogged across her fat ass. When it's nice and red I think you should destroy her ass with your long fat cock then fill it with your man pudding so she drips for days!" Olivia directed.
The flogger came down hard on that large fat ass. "Mom!" she screamed.
WARNING: This story involves scenes of oral sex, domination, mind control and anal. If that is not what you are looking for don't read on. The sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old.
My name is Drust which is an ancient Celtic and Pictish name probably derived from the Celtic word 'drest' meaning "riot" or "tumult". Since I am now over five hundred years old I have had to go by many aliases. I have an arrangement with a private Swiss security company that provides me with a birth certificate and passport for the country I am in when I have to change my identity. My Swiss bank account number and password has been the same for hundreds of years and provides me with all the funds I need via bank transfers and now ATMs.
I had turned eighteen as rumor spread that Henry and Charles would jointly invade France. I went to the village to experience a woman for the first time before having to go to war. It was after my first time spilling my seed inside a woman that my special powers appeared. I can read the sexual needs of women and when inside them I feed off their life-force.
I was staying in Normandy under one of my many assumed names at one of my estates I own. I was looking to relax and avoid drama from needy women when a car horn started beeping over and over. I looked out the window and there were three women standing next to luggage looking put out. The oldest was leaning in the car honking the horn.
I opened the door and stepped out. "May I help you?" I asked deciding to use a French accent to go with the character of the villa.
"Well it took you long enough. What were you sleeping? Please come get our bags and carry them into the house! We have rented this villa for the week and want to get started ASAP!" the person that looked like the mother said with that stereotypical middle-aged woman attitude who believes she is more important than everyone else.
I decided to play along knowing they were in the wrong place but I wanted to make them pay for their arrogance. "Well before I can let you enter I need to verify your identity. May I see your passports?"
"OMG Mom I have to pee!" the youngest whined.
"Well then you better get out your passports or you are going to wet the driveway," I said drawing this out with a deep thick French accent.
"Mom this servant is so gross and doesn't understand his position!" said the older daughter. I held out my hand waiting. They huffed and cursed under their breath but dug them out. I looked them over and confirmed they were mother and two daughters. I expected the mother's name to be 'Karen' but it was Chelsea and her daughters were Brittney and Missy.
I kept the passports and said to Missy, "The John is down the hall on the left. Watch out for the bidet..." I tried to say but she shot past me. The 'eek' I heard shouted out told me she never used a bidet before.
"Choose rooms on the second floor and I will leave your luggage in the hall. I will make some finger foods and leave them on the kitchen table. You can choose your beverage from the fridge," I said as I stepped out to the driveway. They walked by me not saying a word.
But then Brittney turned and asked if the pool had been cleaned. I told her it was cleaned earlier that morning. "There are towels in the pool cabana." Missy came out and shouted, "The toilet sprayed my coochie and it was cold!" she complained.
"Well I tried to tell you miss. After all this is France," I tried to explain.
"Well hurry with the luggage. We want to get into our suits and get into the pool. I think it would be better if you were to hurry and bring our snacks and drinks out to the pool," Brittney said with accustomed privilege and frustration. "What is your name so we know what to call you when we want you to do something for us?"
"My name is Pierre madam," I said bowing deeply.
"Well Pear, get to the luggage so I can start on my tan," she huffed and started upstairs to choose her room. Her fat ass swayed back and forth in a trained way.
I went outside and brought in the luggage and carried them upstairs. Chelsea, the mother, came out into the hall and opened her door and pointed to the bed expecting me to bring her bag inside. I did but tossed the bag on the bed. She let out an eek to show her displeasure. I turned and walked past her making sure I rubbed across her tits and went back to the kitchen.
"Well, I never!" the mother huffed out.
I made the finger food and sliced cheese and plated fruit and nuts onto the tray. I left it on the counter and several choices of drinks then went into the den to sit and rest.
