"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.
"Pear, why ain't the food and drinks out by the pool? Don't you know your job and your place?" Brittney bellowed standing outside the den.
She had on a cherry red pool suit if two postage stamps and a pizza slice could be called a suit. I looked over the long haired blonde. She had grapefruit sized breasts that I wondered if they were real. Her mons had just a puff of curly blonde hair above the red fabric slice and it was obvious her labia were bare. Her hips were wide and her thighs thick but light was showing between the tops of her thighs where her red triangle disappeared.
She huffed shifting her hips side to side. "When you're done purving on me get the food and drinks outside!" She turned and a red string ran between her two hams ala Kardasian. She thought she was hot but in reality her attitude killed any chance for a close relationship with any secure man.
I decided to let their unreasonable demands continue. I made a tray and brought the food and drinks poolside. I whispered to Olivia to keep recording the women where ever they went. Missy had an electric green stamp and slice suite while mom had larger sized fabric. By now all three woman had their tops pushed to the side sunbathing topless.
Mom's tits settled on her chest having lost their youthful tightness. I wondered when she would have her work done. Brittney's tits sat like grapefruits on a stand unnaturally high and firm. I wondered how much saline was holding them up. Missy's breasts were cute youthfully firm with dark rose areoles and chocolate pointed nipples. She wobbled her tits when I looked at them then smiled.
"Watch out Missy, Pear was perving on me before. I'm sure he's staring at all our breasts and our crotch. This Frenchie is so crude! Pear just go inside and leave us alone. Go do what you do when you have no life," Brittney laughed as well as Chelsea. Missy just smiled at me and blushed.
That teasing and contempt tipped me over the top. I went inside and started putting my plan in place. I have an AI computer system who I named Olivia. I spoke to her and asked her to remove me from audio and video and make it looked like the three women did a B&E and unlawful habitation. She worked for some time and showed me the edited video. I had them now.
After a few hours of sunbathing and demands for more juice or water they walked in. They asked when and what will be for dinner after they shower.
"There's no dinner for you three," I said casually.
"What!? What kind of service is this? We paid good money for this stay and we expect better service than what you have provided so far. I want the number for your manager and I am going to demand you get fired and a different servant be sent here tonight!" Chelsea stomped and screamed.
"Mom, get rid of this perve ASAP. We won't have him in this house another minute. Get this Frenchie fired right now," Brittney stomped. Her large breasts jiggled catching my eyes. "OMG Mom, he's perving on my breasts again. He needs to go now!" she stomped and whined.
"Get your manager on the phone right now. Your French ass is freaken fired right now. Get your stuff out of here and get gone!" Chelsea screamed.
"Ladies, and I use that term with a great deal of kindness, you have broken into my house and have been rude and acting with obnoxious privilege making unreasonable demands, simply because you think you are entitled. I have decided to teach all three of you a severe life lesson."
