Arc One: The Handmaiden

A glance gave you a hint as to why she was here. The lady before you was wearing a dress that was too expensive for a peasant. Coupled with the brooch holding the dress up, you could guess that she was a noble. Behind the desk, your loins stirred. Two noblewomen in as many days- truly you were blessed.

In this false identity of yours, you were a masseuse; far below nobles in terms of social stature. Subservience was expected, and so you eagerly waited for her to speak. The faster you got the customary greetings out of the way, the faster you could get her into your bedroom and fuck her brains out.

And yet she didn't speak.

The lady had entered the room with nervous energy, shoulders hunched, and a hurried pace. She had been muttering something under her breath as she entered, too lowly for you to hear. She had looked up, and for a second, you caught a glimpse of resolve before it melted away.

Her cherry pink lips molded, so she could repeat the words she had been muttering under her breath. Louder this time; speaking for an audience as opposed to murmuring to herself- but then she saw you and her words died. The only thing that came out was the nervous 'Um.'

She looked positively doe-like. Skittish, yet no less beautiful for it.

Her dark brown hair parted like a waterfall, falling in either side of her head like a luxurious chocolate waterfall. The dark curls contrasted beautifully with her fair skin, rosy red at the cheeks and pale elsewhere. Her eyebrows were carefully plucked; thin and symmetrical. They highlighted her chocolate eyes wonderfully.

The best part of her face was her lips. They were fuller than the other noble lady you'd had, Lady Williams. You could think of a few good uses for it.

Seeing that she wasn't going to speak, you decide to help her out. "Did you need anything, my lady."

"Yes," she squeaked out, her voice higher than she intended for it to be. Blushing, she spoke again, more softly this time. "Yes. I'm Lady Willaims handmaiden, and she really liked your massage. Today's my day off and she was really nice and gave me some money for a day out."

Liv had mentioned something about sending her handmaiden your way, hadn't she? You hadn't expected it to be so soon, but it was just as well. Thanks to your prices, business had been non-existent, and would probably remain so until the noblewomen visited in a few weeks.

Somewhere along the way, the handmaiden realized how much she was rambling and attempted to apologize, only for the apology to become a second ramble session. A classic example of when one ought to quit while ahead.

You take pity on her and ask whether she would like to skip to the message.

Still flushed with embarrassment, she answered; "Yes please."

"Alright. Just give me a second." Under her curious gaze, you stepped out of the entry hall and flipped the sign outside from 'open' to 'closed.' You caught her watching and heard the silent question. "Early days, my lady. I don't have someone to watch the entryway as I work, so I can only handle one lady at a time."

"Do you intend to hire more people?"

"Eventually. This is only my second day on the job. I can't afford to hire more workers yet." The lie slips out of your mouth easily, but the handmaiden doesn't notice.

The normality of your discussions set her at ease and gave you a second to plan. With Lady Williams, you had been subtle for a few reasons.

The first is that being blatant came with the risk of getting caught- she was rich enough to hire a mage, after all. If the mage managed to counter your magic, things would go poorly for you.

The second was because you wanted to impregnate her and pass the child off as true-born. To place one of your children in line for a title of nobility.

With the handmaiden, neither of those applied- or at least not so obviously. Once more you look over her expensive dress, eyes lingering for longer than necessary on her firm breasts. A simple handmaiden shouldn't be able to afford such garbs.

There were a few possibilities of how she came to possess them. You might have been wrong about her status, for instance. She might have been a noble after all. Another possibility was that Lady Williams had purchased the garb for her. Yet another could have her as the scion of a merchant family.

What mattered was whether she was rich enough to hire a mage- or if someone with enough power and money cared enough about her to hire a mage for her. In either case, being subtle would be necessary- but there was no way for you to know without asking her.

The two of you entered your bedroom. To her, it would appear to be a state of the art massage parlor. As she admired the room, your hands went to her brooch causing her to tense up and look back at you. A kind smile and a quick movement unclasped it.

Her dress, while outside of the means of handmaidens and peasants, was still less intricate than that of Lady Willaim's herself. Instead of being held up by an intricate web of laces like the Lady's had been, all that had been holding up the handmaiden's dress was the brooch.

Once removed, all you had to do was pull the dress apart, slipping them around her thin shoulders and letting go. The rich green material fluttered to the ground, pooling around her feet.

She looked uncomfortable, standing nude before you. You wondered why she had come- if she didn't seem to be the type to enjoy things like this, so why was she here on her day off?

You don't think too deeply about it, instead, you focusing on a different aspect. The discomfort opened an opportunity for you.

Your hands go to her tits and gently play with them. They were smaller than Liv's had been and even more sensitive for it. It does nothing to put the handmaiden at ease. She stiffens and you start to speak with an airy laugh; "You're so tense! Don't worry, I find talking helps set people at ease."

Her response was quiet, deliberate, and slow. "I don't think that's a good idea. I have trouble talking to others. I start speaking, and then I start rambling about something off-topic and- I'm not very good. I wouldn't want to embarrass myself."

Another laugh. "Don't worry. Whatever you might be day-to-day; here you are the customer and I am the servant. It is my job to help you relax and to listen to you- not judge you. If you're worried about saying the wrong things, how about this. I'll ask you the questions and guide you. All you have to do is answer the questions honestly and not evade answering uncomfortable ones. It's all part of the message."

"I don't think that's necesSSARYYY..." While the two of you had been speaking, you had been maneuvering her to the 'massage table'- in reality, your bed. By the time she had gotten to the last word, 'necessary,' you had sat down and pulled her onto your lap. Her voice went high as she forgot to control herself; once more reduced to a nervous mess just as she had been when she walked in.

"Not necessary?" You asked, arching an eyebrow. To ensure that she didn't rally herself, one of your hands made its way down to her cunt. You started by slipping a single finger in and were surprised when you had trouble with that fitting. She was a virgin, you realized.

The thought of deflowering her was exciting, but you didn't let that distract you.

The handmaiden flushed prettily as she realized that you were right. She did need relaxation. Perhaps a more aggressive girl would have argued further, but she didn't. Instead, she gave in meekly.

"Let's start easy. What is your name?"

Juliet's head spun, barely able to keep up with everything that was happening. Were messages supposed to be so overwhelming? She wouldn't know- she had never been to one before.

Or at least not that she could remember. Perhaps she had been to one before- her thoughts were cut off as the masseuse curled his finger inside her. Was that normal? It must be if he was doing it.

What had she been asked before? Something like- her name. He had asked for her name. "Juliet," she managed to get out. Just as she had started speaking, his fingers picked up the pace, but she had managed to anticipate that. A fleeting moment of pride that was quickly ruined as she realized that all she had said was one word- her name.

If she was proud of an accomplishment that minor, perhaps she was as useless as Lady Williams claimed she was.

"No last name?" Hot air washed over her neck. The voice had been dangerously close to her neck, but Juliet didn't dare move. She wouldn't want to squirm out of his lap- such a thing might ruin the message and embarrass her further.

She remained still even as something- a tool perhaps- made its way up her neck. Hot, wet, and slimy. She only realized that it was his tongue when he started to gently nibble on her ears.

A part of the message, she reminded herself. All parts of the message. Nothing to worry about. That didn't keep her heart-rate from speeding up.

Focus on the question. The questions would relax her. He had said so and he was the expert.

The problem was Juliet wasn't sure how to answer the latest one. He had said to answer honestly, but the truth was that Juliet wasn't sure. Part of her wanted to answer 'Rein,' and yet- "Not anymore," she answered. That was honest.

His hand, the one on her breasts squeezed down hard. It felt like a punishment- as though Juliet had given an answer that didn't satisfy him, but that was ridiculous. It was part of the message. The message involved squeezing. Nothing unusual about it.

Despite Juliet's reassurances, his harsh movements didn't let up. The hand on her breasts pinched her nipples and twisted, drawing a noise out of Juliet's throat- high-pitched yet low enough that she could barely hear it. The hand between her legs withdrew, and the mouth at her neck stopped kissing and nibbling and started biting.

In between one bite and the next, he spoke. "What do you mean not anymore?" Was that annoyance she could hear?

"Rein. My last name used to be Rein."

A sharp intake of breath behind her. "And the rain weep o'er their hall, with not a soul to here." Juliet grimaced at the lyrics of the song that immortalized her family's extinction. "I thought you were all dead."

"I was spared," Juliet replied, mind drifting back. She had been four when her family had lost their war. Consequently, she didn't remember much of the events. Just a jumbled mess of screams and smoke as their castle burned.

The only thing she did remember in detail was the discussion of what to do with her. "I was young then- the previous Lord Williams wasn't sure what to do with me. I held claims to his titles and yet killing me didn't seem right. And I was a woman. I can't press my claim, so unless I have a son or get a husband that wants the title..." Juliet trailed off.

Your hands tensed up once more, harshly kneading her tits before you forced yourself to relax. It wasn't her fault that she was born in the wrong family. You shouldn't punish her for it. That didn't change the fact that she was a threat to your son, however.

You were familiar with the tale. Before House Williams took over these lands, the Rein's used to be the ruling family. After an ill-considered rebellion, the king had the house wiped out and redistributed the lands. The lion's share went to a hedge knight with no surname called 'William.' He turned his first name into his house's name and called it a day.

House Williams may have been given the land by the king, but they were a young house. Only two of their rulers, Liv, and her father, had held the title and they had no real marital ties to their neighbors. Consequently, their claim was relatively weak.

This wasn't an issue if there weren't any rivals to claim the title, but there was one. Juliet Rein could press her claim to these lands if she wanted to- and if not her, then one of her descendants. Given that you were determined to insert your progeny as the heir to this domain, that was a problem.

Your mind swam with options- and with your powers, you had plenty. A few words would convince her to never get married and go celibate for the rest of her days. If Juliet didn't reproduce, her line would end with her death in a few decades. Problem solved.

Or you could go for a more aggressive option and make her disappear. Give her a quick message and send her on her way. Change clothes and follow her. Accost her and use your powers to ensure that no one interrupted. Another application to make sure that it looked like Juliet was kidnapped after she left your shop, never to be seen again.

A third option- disgrace her. Noblewomen were expected to be virgins when they went into their marriage beds. Till now, you had been careful not to leave any markings. Even at your roughest, you hadn't marred her skin. That could change. Even the hint that she wasn't a virgin would ruin her marriage prospects- and ensure that she never had the necessary clout to press her claim.

More information- you needed more information if you were going to decide what to do. Your hands trail back down to her tight cunt and start playing with it. "Are you a maiden?"

"What?" Juliet yelps, shocked. "That is hardly an appropriate question to ask-"

"No offense was meant, my lady. Virgins tend to be tighter down here." you slip a finger into her cunt to punctuate your point. A bit of moisture collects on the tip of your finger and more join it as you sink further in. A reward for all the groping you did. "Messages need to be done differently with them to get rid of all the excess tension."

"Oh. Sorry." Juliet sounded embarrassed about how she reacted but did a bad job of conveying that through words. Her tone did most of the work. After uttering her apology, she quieted down and waited awkwardly.

Again, you prompted her; "So are you a maiden?"

"Oh right. Yes, I am." Voice quiet and shoulders hunched. Not a topic she was comfortable discussing.

Your shoulders relaxed; a tension that you hadn't realized was there, released. You had expected as much but hadn't been completely sure. It was nice to get confirmation. "Alright. Make sure to tell me if that ever changes so I can change my massage techniques."

Juliet let out a tiny squeak that could be taken as an affirmation. You don't push it, trusting instead in your commands. Did you have the information you needed to make a decision? No. Not yet.

A forced smile, and an equally forced teasing tone. "Do you think it's likely to be soon? Any gallant knights you have your eyes on?"

Juliet blushes and mumbles something two low for your ears to hear. "I'm sorry, what was that?" Louder, she repeats, "One or two."

Worse news than before... or potentially better. If they were low enough in rank, you might be tempted to encourage her to marry one or the other. It would ensure that the threat was dealt with for one or two generations, enough time for the Williams to establish their foothold and add weight to their claim.

This only held if they were of low rank, of course. Still, you force and easy smile as you ask, "Who are they? Anyone I would know?"

Juliet laughs it off. "I doubt you know them personally, though you might have heard of one of my suitors- Duke De Vill."

A sharp intake of breath. De Vill was the Duke that the Williams were sworn to. If he married Juliet, he would be in an ideal position to usurp the county legally- or legally enough that no one would kick up a fuss. That couldn't be allowed to happen.

Even while you concluded that the situation would require your intervention, you are sure not to drop your friendly attitude. Indeed, you let out a little gasp of excitement before clapping. "I'm so happy for you! I'm sure you're looking forward to the wedding."

"Nothing so concrete," Juliet protested. "The courtship is in its earliest stages- and Lady Willaim's doesn't approve."

"Nonsense," you brush the protest off. "This is a wonderful opportunity for you. You are of noble blood- surely, you can't be happy to live as a mere handmaiden for the rest of your days?"

"No." The word was said quietly but was audible. Your smile exposed teeth.

"I think you'll agree that seducing Duke De Vill is the best opportunity you're going to get at climbing the social ladder. Have you ever seduced a man before?"

An even quieter "No." Juliet's face was redder than most tomatoes, but she listened intently. If there was any doubt that she was an enemy, it had been erased from your mind. Along with the doubt went any possible guilt for what you were about to do.

"The best way to seduce him is to pretend you're not interested. I believe it is called 'playing hard to get. The colder you act, the better.'" Your tool of choice was misinformation. You were sure you could end this courtship as quickly as possible.

"And you're sure that this will work?" Juliet looked dubious.

"But of course. I'm sure you'll see the results in no time. Why don't we make these visits a regular thing? Once every two weeks should do it. I'll even give you a special discount. When we meet up, you'll tell me about how the courtship is going, and I'll give you more advice. With my help, you'll win his heart in no time."

Juliet's dubious look disappears, replaced with a small smile. "You'd do that for me? Really? Thank you so much- you won't regret this! If I become Duchess, I'll be sure to reward you!"

You laugh it off. "Think nothing of it. Think nothing of it..."

Misinformation was your tool of choice and it had two segments.

The first was Juliet herself, whose flirting skills you had sabotaged. You hoped that the Duke would get the message and give up once it became clear that Juliet didn't reciprocate his feelings.

He might not get the hint, and therein lay the second segment of your misinformation campaign. Misinforming everyone else about Juliet.

Smack. "S-seven," Juliet gasped out after your hand came down on her right ass cheek. Smack. "Eight," the t stretched out for as she counted the next strike. This one landed on her left cheek. Smack. "Ten," she squealed- and you smiled.

"Missed one, my lady." You tried to hide the pleasure in your voice, but you didn't quite succeed. "We'll have to start again."

Juliet groaned but nodded. The motion flicked away a few droplets of sweat and caused her hair to ruffle. The soft curls would have bounced earlier into your session but were now matted down with sweat.

You don't start spanking her immediately. Instead, you gave her a chance to recover. Your hand rested lightly on her firm ass. Juliet twitches- the contact between your groping hand and her tender rear was painful. Under other circumstances, she would have pulled away, but your order prevented her from doing so.

A glance. Juliet's ass was bright red; the right cheek brighter than the left which had already started to darken into a bruise. A compromise between overt and subtle.

Overt- handmaidens didn't get private restrooms. You had asked her to be sure. The serving girls all had breaks around midday and a communal bathroom they had to share. The changing room was also communal.

You did not doubt that quite a few serving girls would spot the marks on Juliet's ass. She didn't realize it was something that ought to be kept hidden, after all. A light infusion of magic ensured that the servants wouldn't confront Juliet about it, ensuring she stayed in the dark.

Instead, they would gossip about it- and gossip of tryst's tended to spread quickly. It would tarnish Juliet's reputation and lay the groundwork for her downfall.

Your hand snapped out without warning and crashed into her left cheek, right on top of her bruise. Juliet screamed.

You shook your head, tutting. "You forgot to count."

"Please," she begs, pained tears trailing down her face. "Please can we move on to the next part? I don't think I can do this again."

Absently, you grope her rear feeling it pulse beneath your hand as you considered her offer. Your aim had already been accomplished. The bruises wouldn't disappear before someone saw them- what did continuing accomplish other than leaving you stuck with an uncomfortable boner.

"Are you sure, my lady?" You ask. "Not completing this segment properly will make the upcoming segment more difficult."

She hesitated at the words 'more difficult.' A natural reaction, but you had a boner to take care of. To hurry her up, you smacked her on the ass one last time. A reminder of what choosing to stay on this segment would entail.

It was no wonder that Juliet wailed, "Yes! Please, let's move on."

You shrug, seemingly uncaring. "Alright, my lady. Just remember, you asked for it."

You had been sitting on your bed, with Juliet lying horizontally so that her rear was on your lap. With a shift and wiggle, you escaped from your position under her. The maneuver draws a hiss from her lips- even the slightest movement is enough to cause her pain now.

The hiss was nothing compared to the panic that colors her tone as you start to spread her butt cheeks wide, allowing you a look at her puckered hole and cunt. "What are you doing?"

You don't answer that- not immediately at least. As you start to work a finger into her ass, you begin deepening your control over her. "The last stage, while a bit uncomfortable, was meant to loosen the muscles in your rear. You were holding a lot of tension there, my lady. I think you'll agree that it's looser now, yes?"

Juliet didn't reply to you immediately either- but given how her upper body was writhing, twisting and turning, hands clenched around your sheets, you didn't think her obstinance was for the same reason that yours was. Still, you had to give her credit, she held her lower body completely still for you outside of a bit of trembling.

A light grip on her thigh showed that it was tense- rock solid to the touch. Juliet had locked her legs in place. You wondered how long her willpower would last.

Her lack of a verbal answer was fine. You didn't need one. A bit of spit helped you fit a second finger into her ass. You continued to work your way in as you continued, "The first step was to loosen the muscles. The second is to stretch it out. Normally, the first part is the one that hurts while the second feels good, but given that, you didn't let me finish..."

You trail off tellingly, as you withdraw your fingers and then withdraw the hand holding her ass cheeks apart, letting the fat orbs slap back together, a move that drew another pained gasp from Juliet. Your hand went down to your dick, stroking it a few times while you looked at the alluring vixen with eyes darkened with lust.

"Just remember, any pain is your fault. If you'd done what I said, there would have been no pain. You should have done what I said- should always do what I say."

Your dick went to full mast within your grip. You were ready.

Despite all the actions you had taken to prepare her ass, your first thrust was in her cunt. It was also the only thrust in her cunt. Unlike Liv, you didn't want to get Juliet pregnant for obvious reasons, but you wanted to take her virginity, nonetheless.

Part of the reason why was nonsensical- you wanted to be the first man in all three of her holes. The other reason was more calculated. If rumors of Juliet being a whore spread, then one of the things that would be checked was the state of her cunt. By stealing her virginity, her ability to deny allegations regarding her purity had been nullified.

Once that was done, you withdrew, reoriented, and thrust into her ass; helped along by the saliva you had worked into the hole and the blood from her broken hymen.

In less than a minute, you had stolen both of her virginities. It was good to be you.

Shoutout to MSquared for being a great patron. It was at his request that I've made this chapter- he wants me to focus on this story, and so I am. I'm also working on the other thread for this story right now- the game of thrones one. The next chapter is titled 'The Pregnant Princess,' and in it, you knock up Myrcella. An incomplete draft of it is on my patreon.

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Options for next chapter: Note that this arc is going to be focused on securing the barony via knocking Liv up and getting rid of any of your child's competitors. This means, that the next few chapters are going to be about sabotaging Juliet.

• Option One: Liv again- Hint that her handmaiden might not be a virgin. Imply that she didn't come visit you on one of the scheduled massage days, and instead went to visit her lover.
• Option Two: Mininster Loveworth- If allegations come up against Juliet, it will be Minister Loveworth that will be in charge of the inspection and the follow-up punishment. Pay her a visit and take control of her.
• Opiton Three: End Arc- We've done enough to sabotage Juliet. Let's move on to the visit of other noblewomen- namely Lady Goldgrove and Countess Alice.