A Game of Death & Lust 12 (Patreon)

[quote]I know, it’s been a very long time. But you can thank the recent slew of likes making me reread this story and getting the creative juices flowing again.[/quote]

“Ya did good today, kid,” Jack said as I leaned on the quarterstaff, panting heavily while he was barely winded.

“Doesn’t feel like it,” I groaned as I went through the cool down stretches.

“I’ve been doing this since I was your age, of course I’m going to kick your ass at it. But in any case, your kid sister should be finishing up with her gymnastics lesson right about now.”

I didn’t bother saying anything regarding Jack calling Taylor my sister, since she technically was, even if I’d only recently found out. The whole mess with Alan and Danny that resulted in them both dead and me with a permanent limp, was a complicated bundle of issues that I in no way wanted to talk to anyone outside the family about. Putting away the quarterstaffs, I picked up the cane I’d started using for my limp and followed Jack to the front of his sporting goods store, where I was impacted by a twelve year old bundle of hyper energy.

“Hey Taylor, how’d the class go?” I asked as I gently pried her off my leg.

“Good! Mrs. Sarah said that I’m doing good, and that in another week or two I can start with the balance beam!” Taylor answered with a bright grin as she took my hand and started pulling me towards the car.

I let her words flow over me, tossing the sports bags into the back seat as she climbed into the passenger’s seat. I was walking around to the driver’s side when I noticed the trunk wasn’t latched all the way. Odd, but the only thing back there were some blankets and the spare tire so it wasn’t like anyone would have stolen anything. Pushing down on the trunk so it latched, I continued on. Carol Dallon, Alan’s co-worker before he got himself killed, would be by the house to finish up the details on “Uncle” Danny’s will/estate, so no funny business until she left.

It had been a month since I’d first seriously started practicing my powers, which seemed to take the form of some sort of tabletop game. I’d get “experience” which would then be used to enhance my capabilities, but I only got experience when my power decided that a “New Session” was starting, and it had been over two weeks since that’d happened. Aunt Annette told me not to worry too much, but I couldn’t help it.

I’d just parked at the house, an old victorian style manor a ways out of town that the real estate agent had been trying and failing to sell for years, next to what could only be Carol Dallon’s car when it happened.

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Well, at least it gave me a lot of experience for taking so long between sessions, and had waited for me to put the car in park.

“Taylor, why don’t you head inside, I’ll get the stuff and take it inside,” I offered, ruffling her hair as I did.

“Doriannn,” she whined, pushing my hand away. Chuckling in amusement, I got out of the car as the hyperactive twelve year old I was occasionally fucking (along with her mother and my own) ran inside.

She nearly ran into Carol, the lawyer reaching for the doorknob inside as Taylor had thrown it open. A quick apology and the preteen was on her way upstairs while the MILF lawyer seemed to be in an unusual hurry.

“Hey Mrs. Dallon, is everything okay?” I asked as she hustled past me to her car.

“It’s fine, Dorian. Nothing to be concerned about,” she said as she threw her briefcase onto the passenger seat and practically floored her way back towards town.

“Oh…kay?”

What was that all about? I’d ask Mom or Aunt Annette when I got inside. I was reaching into the backseat to grab the sports bags when I heard a muffled thump. It clicked, why the trunk hadn’t been latched. Someone had climbed in and was now inside my car’s trunk. Holding onto my cane, I walked around and threw open the trunk.

To my surprise, it wasn’t an unshaven, homeless bum, it was a black girl that looked to be about Taylor and Emma’s age, shivering and wrapping herself up in the blankets that were kept in the trunk. Reaching in, I gently picked her up (blankets and all), and hurried her inside.

“MOM, AUNT ANNETTE!” I called out as soon as I pulled the door shut behind me.

What followed was a hurried bustle as the girl was brought in front of the wood stove and soon had a mug of hot chocolate in her shaking hands. Taylor and Emma were huddled on either side of her, asking questions and doing their best to make sure that the unexpected guest had everything she needed. While my twin Anne watched over them, I headed to the kitchen to talk with Mom and Aunt Annette.

“So, what’s the deal with her?” I asked.

“Her name’s Sophia, wouldn’t give a last name, and she said that she ran away from home after her stepfather raped her. She’s been living on the streets for three months, and saw the edge of one of the blankets sticking out of the trunk while you and Taylor were at practice, so she picked the lock and climbed in to get warm,” Aunt Annette said, pushing her glasses up and rubbing at her nose. “Scum like that is why I started running with Lustrum back in college.”

I wanted to give her a look, given the fact that my power had Mastered her after I’d raped her, but while I’d been fucking Mom, she’d been blindfolded every time and didn’t yet know it was me.

“It’s worse than that,” Mom said, “that gut on her, I’d need to have her take a test to be sure, but I think her rapist got her pregnant.”

I put my head in my hands and groaned. Yes, it sucks that she was raped and became pregnant from it, but all that I could think about was that Taylor might start insisting on having my baby now that she had an example of a girl her age with one. I was already working on breeding Aunt Annette and my mother, I did not need a twelve year old girl doing her best to get herself knocked up.

“Obviously we can’t send her back, so what do we do with her?” I asked.

“For now, she can stay here, we’ll figure something out tomorrow,” Mom said, rubbing at her forehead. “I’ll call Carol, see if she knows who to talk to.”

This time I did send a look Aunt Annette’s way. If CPS came looking around here, there was a chance they’d find out about Taylor, in which case, because I’m a Cape and there’s no way I’d let her go without a fight, the PRT would get mixed up, and I don’t have the money or resources to fight them off.

“That reminds me,” I said, trying to distract Mom. “What was up with Mrs. Dallon? It was like she couldn’t leave fast enough.”

“Not sure,” Aunt Annette answered. “She seemed out of sorts the entire time she was here, though she did spend a long moment staring at the closet by the new floorboards.”

In the end, it was agreed that Emma, Sophia, and Taylor would share a bed tonight. I meanwhile had some points to spend. I could finally afford the talent I’d been eyeing ever since Aunt Annette helped me get a handle on the underlying mechanics of my power.

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My first Tier Four talent was definitely going to be Tantric Empowerment, which left me fifteen points left over. Spending that on upgrading my skill rank in Arcana, bringing me to three out of five possible ranks.

“Confirm,” I muttered, locking in the upgrades. I closed my eyes as I thought about how to keep Mom from contacting CPS about Sophia.

She was already Aunt Annette’s sub, and knew that Aunt Annette had found her a new Master. But she didn’t get to meet said Master until she was pregnant with their baby. The easiest way would be to have Aunt Annette give her an order, but I wasn’t sure that would be enough. My thoughts were interrupted as Aunt Annette walked into my bedroom, something in her hand.

“One is Zoe’s, the other one mine,” was all she said, handing me two pregnancy tests. Two positive pregnancy tests.

“Well done, Slut,’ I said, sending a visible shiver down her spine as she straightened her back and posture.

“Zoe was quite insistent on meeting her new Master, now that she’s pregnant.”

“Have her ready in the basement, I’ll be down in about fifteen, twenty minutes. Before you go, you should know that I’ve unlocked Tantric Empowerment. I’ll be able to grant you a version of my own powers now.”

Slut’s eyes widened, before she bowed her head, “If that is what you desire, Master.”

“It is. I’m not going to risk CPS taking away Taylor, and with the way things seem to be heading it seems inevitable that I’ll end up becoming a villain. I need more than just myself in my corner, and I have the means of empowering others. I don’t think it’ll be exactly the same, but any Cape can be a game changer.”

“Thank you, Master. Is there anything else?”

“Not for now, I believe it’s time Bitch is shown who her Master is.”

Slut smirked and nodded before leaving the room. I narrowed my eyes as she shut the door behind her. Maybe I should remind her who was actually in charge. There were some strap ons in the basement, along with a number of other toys and restraints, it might be fun to change things up with them. I chuckled as I stood up and leisurely made my way downstairs. I’d stop by the kitchen first, get a drink of water, before I joined them. To my surprise, I wasn’t the only one having thoughts about getting something, Anne was already in the kitchen.

“Crazy day, huh bro?” she asked, siping at a steaming mug.

“No kidding,” I said, getting a glass down and filling it with cold water. I looked at Anne over the rim of the glass as I took a drink, taking in the hints of skin under her fluffy white robe. If it was the one I was thinking, then Alan got it for her for Christmas last year, but she’d had a growth spurt last summer, a big one. Instead of stopping mid-shin, it now only came to her knees.Not tonight, but soon enough I was going to have Anne serving me like Taylor, Slut, and Bitch.

For now though, better make sure she doesn’t interrupt, “A heads up, I think I saw Mom and Aunt Annette heading for the basement.”

“Thanks for the warning, I’ll just head to bed,” Anne said as she finished off her mug and headed towards the stairs. I admired the way the robe hugged her ass, firm and athletic from cheerleading practice, before checking her mug. A quick look confirmed it was her favorite tea, lemon and ginger.

Finishing my own drink, I made my way downstairs to the basement. Time to reward my bred bitches.