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A new resident of the strange manor awakens with just a fragment of who she once was left to fade away with a tiny bit of encouragement from her new family

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You couldn’t tell where you were as you blinked groggily through the haze in your mind, stuck in a pleasant stupor, feeling comfortable as you sat limp and unmoving.

It was hard to remember but you recalled scenes of sneaking into a building of sorts looking for…a friend? Yes, a friend! To save him? That sounded right. Faint images of posh curtains and lavish furniture flashes by as your past self wanders the halls. Ducking by rooms with girls sitting eerily still, dressed up nicely like dolls with crowns atop their heads. A strangely familiar sight, shivering when you feel soft silk and tight binds cinch your tingling flesh, a soothing weight atop your head.

A frown forms on your brow as a sense of foreboding builds in your chest when the scene transitions to an ebony door, holding your breath as you watch yourself open it, until the vision shivers and topples sideways, the faint vestiges of a girl walking into view and reaching out with something in her hands as your eyes slid shut…before you’re back to square one; here in the empty void.

Feeling something brush up against your rear, you turn to see one of the girls from the vision sitting behind you as she traces a dainty finger down the nape of your tantalizing back, staring into her lustrous eyes and alluring visage as she returns your gaze with a warm smile, shuffling to face you as she cradles your cheeks in her gloved hands, pressing her breasts up against yours as she leans in for a kiss, a tingle in your vagina as you accept her advances, feeling your hips buck and thrust in response.

Feeling her slip her tongue down your throat even as you struggle to comprehend your unclear memories was euphoric, feeling the cool air tickle your sensitive skin, pert breasts rubbing together as your abdominal muscles clench in need. But you couldn’t be too eager, you needed to wait till Master arrived before you could move after all. Doing this with Sister was already pushing it.

The strange woman sighs in ecstasy as she pulls away with a string of honey dangling between both of your pert lips, causing new memories to cascade forth as you gaze into her familiar eyes, pushing the fragmented visions aside as you soon forget why you were so worried earlier, giggling in that sweet voice of yours as Sister shuffles back to her original position, rubbing her buttery smooth ass against yours as you watch your plump derriere squish up against hers before taking on your original stance; eyes shut, back straight and slightly curved forward, arms held up between your breasts in prayer and your legs spread. Just like the others.

As far as you could remember, you had served at this manor alongside every other one of the girls here for years. Taken from the slums or out of black market dealers to lead a more fulfilling life here under the safety of Master’s refuge. You couldn’t understand the why or how, but every girl that stayed here long enough would soon take on the same appearance. It had been so long you had already forgotten your original appearance.

You had no qualms with it though, if you were made this way to please the Master and his tastes, then you were all the more for it.

Blonde hair tied back into a bun, a healthy nubile young body with curves and inclines in all the right places, a firm milk filled bosom aching to be squeezed and a heavenly snatch molded just for Master to fill. Decorated in snow white lingerie and an elegant crown made to complement you and the other Sisters. Everything falls into place as the void around you returns to the familiar view of the manor’s most important room and why you were there.

You could no longer remember being the scrawny young man that had snuck in last night to save his friend, nor could you be bothered to. After all, you were more than comfortable in this new life of yours, a fading dream forgotten as you followed in Sister’s lead upon hearing the doors open, turning to face the handsome young man walking in as you join your melodious voice with hers in perfect unison. Ready to prove your worth and quench the fires burning within your womb as your dripping snatch spasms in excitement.

“Welcome home Master! Which one of us would you like today? Me? Or perhaps Me?”