NTR Quest 9.A - Kara - Do not Overreach (Patreon)

You find a safe place to sit, steady your breathing and reach out. You do find Sammead pretty easily using the magic Kara taught you. He is with your sister, but they are not at the house. They are at Galia's. It is enough to know where they are. There is no need to enter Sam, or your sister. It would only complicate things to go further than you need to. Galia's is close, anyway. You begin to make your way quickly towards the inn.

It is getting late, which means business should be picking up, soon. The locals should be filing into the place. You always thought it odd. The men of Chesharidge knew most of the girls that worked for Galia. They were their friend's daughters, single women, sisters. Yet they would still go to gawk at them. You found it strange even before you got any word of the 'extra' things the girls could do for cash, according to Kara. It makes you wonder about humanity as a whole.

You burst through the door. Men are still filing in. More than you remember. Business must have picked up with Kara working. She actually approaches you as you show yourself inside.
“Welcome back.” She says brightly. It is an odd feeling, because there is quite a bit more feeling in that greeting than she ever gave you before. It is appealing, even though it is without a doubt an act. You can tell just by reading her. You feel the skill has made you rather cynical.

“You are... Pretty good at this.” You comment.

“Right?” The fox smiles.

“You want a table, or are you just heading up to bed?” She offers far more care to the version of you that is a patron than the version of you that is her student. That is not to say that she is uncaring, but there is an amount of pageantry here, now, that you do kind of crave. Kara never gave any deference to anything; not even the sex you shared.

“I'm actually looking for my sister.”

Kara looks up to one of the rooms on the open second floor. “Oh, I think she should probably be down in a few. She's just getting ready. If you just wait-”

Groaning, you shoot her a look that she does not seem to grasp. For her there is no reason for the ill will.

“Dammit.” You rush up the stairs.

As you reach the door that Kara keenly looked at you knock loudly, but think better of waiting. You choose to simply swing the door open to stop whatever is happening right away, rather than give Sam time to hide whatever he is doing.

As the door swings open you first see your sister sitting on the bed. Your eyes widen as you take in what she is wearing. Her top is basically a tight net that seems to dig uncomfortably into her flesh. But, you know from the glass you stared at earlier that her shifting in place is due far more to pleasure than any discomfort. Her entire body is like an erogenous zone, if it was accurate. Her breasts are barely covered by a thin strip of fabric that circles her torso. It is just enough for Galia to maintain the facade of a 'decent' inn and not a strip club. As opposed to any sort of pants, or skirt, or shorts, they decided to forgo all of those and instead skip straight to a tight thong that removes all wonder and puts Fiona's wide, bare hips on display, as well as her plump rear. She is slipping on a pair of high-heels. Something you have never seen her wear before.

Her eyes tilt up to you lazily as you burst in. “Brother?” Her cheeks flush, as though she still has a measure of shame from you seeing her like this. It is a relief. In that brief moment it feels as if Fiona is still there. The fact that she can feel some shame is proof of that.

Sam, on the other hand, is standing by and holds none of that same shame. He even seems to be a bit proud. It disgusts you.
“Well hello! A little early for this girl's debut.” He comments idly, adjusting his pants under his large belly.

“There isn't going to be a debut. Come on, Fiona.” You hold out hope that the hint of discomfort she felt at being seen by you would allow her some sense to leave with you. Instead, she hesitates and looks to Sam with a worshipful, questioning expression that makes your heart sink. It is crushing to see Fiona look to him, as though he has any authority over her. You know for a fact that he has likely warped her even more between the time of the glass recording and now. You just hoped it was not so much that she could choose humiliation over freedom.

He wags his finger. “No no. She doesn't want that. Right?” He looks down confidently. Fiona gives you one last uncertain look. You catch the moment she gives in completely. It is a down-turned gaze, as if she is in thought, followed by a faint smile and a sudden resoluteness in the way she begins to carry herself. She nods at Sam.

“She wants...” Sam unbuttons his pants and pulls free the largest member you have ever seen. You did not know they could become so big. You think it unfair that something so strong and desirable-looking belongs to a man such as Sam. You cringe, unable to stare at it. Instead you keep your eyes on Fiona, but that can only help for so long as his hardening member interrupts your gaze at her. This time the vascular member is bouncing faintly beneath her nose. It is big enough to obscure almost half her face. For a moment it rises and covers her eyes so that just her parted lips, curled into an aroused smile, are visible. The next moment it obscures those lips. Fiona, the reserved girl you grew up with, is crossing her eyes to look down at it, and salivating just from the thought of having it.

“Isn't that right?” He continues.

“I want it.” Fiona admits. She looks up pleadingly.
“Can I? Finally?” She is gasping for it like it was air.

Sam rubs the back of his neck, as if it is even a question. He grins at you tauntingly. “Well, I wanted your debut to be downstairs, but that was gonna be a bit more tame than this. Why don't you show your brother what this body is made for now? This is what interference looks like, boy. I was gonna be a lot nicer before you showed up.”

“Yessir!” She eagerly obliges digging into his massive cock. She kisses up the side and licks it up and down. She struggles with it, because it is so big. Too big for her, really. Just the act of trying, though, seems to send her into throws. She moans and whimpers and almost tears up as she is finally given something that she has been denied. It is jarring, especially because you read on her complete joy and satisfaction. There is no trace of reservation or shame left. Your sister is now the type of girl to cum just from pressing her lips to a big warm dick. Worse still, you can not help but grow hard from the sight. It is a terrible feeling, like watching the dog you grew up with getting hit by a wagon.

You back out of the room just as she makes an extremely vivid sucking sound to pull his long cock-head between her lips. She moans in ecstasy as she takes it deeper and deeper. More vivid sounds. You do not close the door fast enough to avoid seeing the moment when his cock touches the back of her throat. For most girls, that would trigger a gag reflex. For Fiona, however, it triggers her entire body to tense. Her thighs press together tightly for a few intense seconds before relaxation washes over her. You do not stay to watch her as she undoubtedly continues to fawn over Sam's cock.

You move down to Galia. “Listen, you can't let my sister work here.” You demand.

The woman looks at you with a raised brow. “Well, if it were up to just me I'd listen. Sammead and I are now partners in this operation, however. He owns part of the inn.”

“You sold part of the inn to him!?”

“No no. Never. He is expanding it with his own money. For that he's getting a cut of the business. It's a good deal, believe me.” She explains calmly.

“This is unreal... You can't employ-” You pause, turning to observe Fiona descending the stairs. She is wiping her mouth for a reason that you know perfectly well. As she is coming down the local men turn to stare. They are just as surprised to see her here as you were to see her in that room with Sam. You hold out hope that they will have some sense. The daughter of the Matriarch of the town is working at Galia's. It stands to reason they should show some respect. Your hopes are dashed as the same farmer that warned you about Sam as you enter the town waved her over.
“S-so you're really workin' here, girl?”

“That's right.” Fiona says, being very physical with the old man. She takes his hand and pulls it to her chest. She then leans in, letting his other hand move to her ass as she brought her body close to his. She is a pro without even a day of experience. Every move seems trained to tease and impress upon the man in front of her that she is begging for it. Unlike other women at work, Fiona shows no sign of discomfort at being touched, which is impressive. It is difficult to hide the disdain that one feels for being treated as an object. It takes an exceptional amount of practice. Luckily, thanks to Sam's conditioning Fiona does not need to pretend. Every touch she receives is like she is being caressed between her legs, and it shows in the attention that she begins to receive from the customers. Men that watched Fiona grow up, that respected her mother and bought herbs from the smart girl every day began crowding around just to feel her lips on their face, or her tits on their hand.

Galia whistled. “Well damn, she's as good as he promised.” She observes your reaction carefully and pulls Kara over to the bar by curling her finger a few times towards her.
“Honey, I think your student probably needs a bit of time. Why don't you take tonight. I think Fiona's got it covered.”

Kara pouts, but accepts the order from her boss. “Sure thing.” She drags you out of the building fairly easily.

“Are you on her side? Sam's side?” You question accusingly.

“Not really.” Kara says frankly.

“Then what the hell are you doing!?” You ask, pulling in vain.

Kara grips you under the arm and keeps dragging you away. “I'm on your side. Make no mistake. If you want that Sam guy dead the offer still stands. If you don't, I'd say the best option at this point is to leave. Get away from this place because apparently I need to tell you that this town's destroying you.” She sighs deeply.

“It was my mistake bringing you here. I thought it'd be nice to mooch off some townsfolk, live near some country guys for a while...” She says it very frankly. Deal with Sam or leave. You do feel better about her being unequivocally on your side, but you are not sure how you feel about killing Sam. It is a line to cross, to be sure. However, he has done some things to your family that you now know to be underhanded and deserving of some punishment.