FOZMPC: Evidence

“…It can also make a person do anything you want. Observe.” He jerked his head in the petite blonde’s direction as his hands entered an order into the text box at the bottom of Montmorency’s profile, the so called Command Center.

Montmorency was deciding on whether she was going to ignore this slight or righteously release her wrath on her foolish boyfriend when she suddenly realized she was still wearing her undergarments. He hardly deserved the easy access now but she figured it would be a suitable chastisement if she told him what he’d missed out on later. Looking around and noting that there was no one in the hall but servants cleaning up the remains of dinner, she stood and started reaching under her skirt. She stopped as she noticed two servants shirking work as they sat at a table. Hmmph…

“She’s coming over here!” exclaimed Siesta, shooting a worried look his way.

“Relax. She’s just obeying the command I just sent her.” Replied Ken with an easy smile. 

“Oh.”, The pretty maid visibly controlled herself but was still visibly nervous as the young noble marched over with an annoyed look on her face.

Montmorency walked right up to Siesta her long elaborate curls of golden blonde hair bouncing from her movements. Glancing at both of them impatiently, she lifted her skirt without hesitation, revealing a pair of yellow panties that clung tightly to the curve of her mound. Ken drank in the sight greedily while Siesta stared for a moment her face reddening before she **** herself to look away. She tapped her foot, “Well?” her voice making it obvious she just expected Siesta to know what she wanted.

Ken’s good mood darkened a bit. His command had said nothing about being such a bitch about it. “Hey Siesta, this stuck up shrew wants you to have her naughty panties as a gift for putting up with her. So go ahead and grab’em.”

Montmorency scoffed at the ruffian’ audacity and she glared at him as his hands disappeared behind that weird thing on the table in front of him, a strange clacking noise coming from it. Her attention drifted to the pretty maid and she caught her staring at her barely clad mons. For some reason at that very moment she felt a delicious tingle of lust shoot up her spine, very quickly reaching a level of arousal that usually took at least twenty minutes of Guiche’s talented hands and elaborate complements. Berating the rude, very muscular, and manly servant became suddenly much less important than getting this maid to take her undergarments. How come she had never noticed such an exotically beautiful servant before?

Sending one last scathing glance at him (and doing a quick double take as she noted him lewdly rubbing a tremendously sized bulge in his odd breaches) she moved closer to the dark haired maid while her hips gently swayed pressing her womanhood closer to the girl’s face. “Now…remove them for me.” She demanded, her voice coming out more huskily than she intended.

The girl seemed really hesitant for a long moment but after exchanging a look with her fellow servant, she seemed to steel herself and she leaned forward, her hands rising. They were shaking and the girl was breathing rather heavily. Montmorency could understand, she herself was feeling incredibly rather tingly at the thought of baring her mons to this beauty’s gaze. She jerked a bit when she felt the servant’s fingertips slip under them, pressing against the curve of her hips. She bit her lip as the cloth came down and she carefully watched her face as her most private place was revealed.

Ken rubbed his erection as Siesta pulled the blonde’s panties down and he enjoyed looking at Montmorency’s pussy with its sparse patch of golden hair above a cute secretive little slit. Like any other red blooded American guy, he loved lesbian action and the way Siesta was kneeling before the noble girl was filling him full of such images. With the laptop, he could make that happen right this instant but he resolved to wait. This just wasn’t the most secure place to really let loose and he wanted to refrain from messing with Siesta too much. Having someone else who wasn’t a puppet was going to do wonders for his conscience. Given the situation he had been thrust in, he wasn’t too reticent to enjoy the most of what he could but he didn’t want to be a monster either.

Looking up, he saw Siesta was holding a tiny pair of panties between her fingers and she clearly wasn’t sure what to do with them. Montmorency placed a patronizing hand upon her head, “Keep them. And…yes. What is your name?” Her other hand was still keeping her skirt lifted and her glistening pussy revealed, a testament to the power of Ken’s command. The girl was still obviously enjoying the looks Siesta couldn’t help but send her way. “Siesta.” She replied with more firmness than Ken had expected. He noted her gaze moving back and forth between the panties and the blonde’s cunt before settling on his laptop. The edges of her lips quirked upwards as she met his eyes and he winked.

Siesta carefully folded the panties upon the table, her movements more sure than at any point over the last few minutes. She turned and casually reached out with one hand towards Montmorency’s pussy. The blonde’s eyes widened and she flushed, her own hands leaping out to intercept Siesta’s. Oddly, her attempt at halting the maid’s questing hand ended with it captured very firmly against Montmorency’s mound. She seemed at a total loss for one long moment before she sputtered, “You! You- Oh my!”

She seemed to get a hold of herself and she spun away releasing Siesta’s hand. She made it a couple of steps before she turned back, “Servant! I require your services as my bath attendant tonight!”

“Yes, m’lady.” Was Siesta’s reply.

As Montmorency’s face turned entirely red and she flounced back to her table, Marie, a pretty brunette maid slipped by Siesta her voluptuous lips curved in a knowing smirk, “Wow, Siesta! What hanky panky is going on here? Is that the lady’s under clothes? Huh. Guiche must have really done it this time if Montmorency’s swearing off men! Hi there, Ken! You know, I think that’s the first time a lady other than Kirche has asked for a girl servant to take care of things! And really I had my money on the Zero with the way she’s always staring at the teats!”

All throughout the talkative girl’s monologue, Ken had been perusing her profile not really paying attention. As he performed his now routine action of enlightening Marie to the wonders of the oversized penis just as he’d done with Montmorency mere moments before, he got the feeling there was something important about what she’d just said. He turned his attention to her just as she was remarking, “…and you know Ken, you may not be a noble but I figure noble’s familiar is worth some perks so if you need any help in the bath…”

Marie had a hand on his shoulder and was staring rather unabashedly down at his crotch where his erection was obscenely showing itself off through the relatively thin material of his jeans. A warm body pressed into his side and a small hand rested very closely to said erection upon his thigh, “Shoo, Marie! You have work to do!”

Marie smirked, “As do you, Siesta.” But she shrugged and moved away.

Suddenly, the Asian maid let out a squeal of excitement and she hugged him. He was very cognizant of the full C-cups pressing into him as she exclaimed, “By Brimir! That’s so amazing. It’s just like The Princess Pure and the Djinn of Sin!”

With one hand resting upon her lower back, his fingertips just touching the swell of her derriere and the other hand using sliding his cursor over to Siesta’s tab, he asked, “The what?”

“It’s a book! My favorite! It’s about a princess who gets this magic lamp that releases this magical spirit that grants wishes!”

He chuckled at her enthusiasm as he studied her data. She was crazy horny right now and as he read some of the particulars under the tab governing her libido he realized she was more like a randy teenage boy than he’d thought. Once her motor got running she needed to get relief quick and would be single minded in pursuit of that goal. Her inhibitions were close to non-existent when she was this aroused. Hell and this is what she was like without him messing with her! “Oh yea? That does sound similar? What kind of book was it? What kind of wishes did she ask for?”

Siesta at some point had slipped onto his lap and she was straddling his thigh, her warm almost hot mound easily felt through his jeans. Actually she was breathing hard and he thought she might actually be about to pass out, “It’s a smutty book! Oh so smutty! It’s banned by the Church!” She seemed to realize what she’d just said and covered her mouth in shock but her excitement soon won and she started babbling once more, “But those stuffy types never come to our village! She uses it for sex! She’s a princess and supposed to save herself for marriage but with the spirit she can be with anyone she wants! She does it with her suitors and her uncle, the Duke! He has the biggest manhood in the land! And other princesses even! And even maids! She has this favorite maid who she has make love to her with the mouth all the time even when she’s doing normal things. Like sitting on her throne in front of everyone during royal audiences! She makes everyone think it’s perfectly okay! And she has her mother, the Queen who is very beautiful pleasure the Duke with her big, beautiful breasts right in front of the King! Ahh!” The exuberant maid cried out and her body froze, no longer grinding upon his thigh. Her eyes rolled up and she collapsed against him.

She was asleep.

Siesta had worked herself into a frenzy, came, and passed out. Damn but she was a keeper! Kind, caring, and cheerful but with a perverted streak a mile deep! Plus a hair trigger when it came to getting aroused and getting off? That was important given the work and frustration he’d had to put in with some of the girls he’d dated in high school and college. She was absolutely perfect! Not to mention she was as his douchy roommate would say: an asian with boob! Around her sleeping form, he moved his cursor and clicked. An asian with even more boob, he thought as he felt her breasts swell into D-cups against him. He checked to make sure the reality setting was on Rationalize. He didn’t bother to specify a reason knowing that despite Siesta’s knowledge of the program, Master PC wouldn’t let her think it was the cause of her change.

He slowly became aware of the dirty looks he was receiving from some of the serving staff in the hall. Montmorency was giving him the evil eye but that was twinged with some pretty obvious fascination as well. Considering he’d given her an infatuation with Siesta he figured she was both jealous of him and aroused at the same time. Not that she was self aware enough to realize her own feelings, so he was probably safe from her intervention. Pierre on the other hand was a big hulking guy and he looked pretty furious. Given how good natured he’d been in all the times Ken had interacted with him in the past, he figured he had a thing for Siesta. There were also three females clearly disturbed by their display, whispering to each other but Ken was rather fuzzy as to their names.

What should he do?