Duke Julien D'Amboise, Franceia

A Franceian Duke and his family are your first and easiest targets, despite being the rather high rank of Duke, Julien D'Amboise is still Franceian which means his guards will be Franceian and so cowardly and lazy like their Duke. The only reason Franceia is not under foreign rule is that it would be to the detriment of the invader, Franceia is practically worthless unless you want lazy slaves. They only barely grow enough food to feed themselves and have no other resources to offer. You could probably just kill a guard or two and just walk up and kill the Duke, but that would be a wasted opportunity to hone your skills in blending and deception.

You step out of the shadows in a alleyway in the town outside the dukes crumbling manor, infact everything is crumbling. Franceia's heyday was under dwarven occupation from the kingdoms to the east which lasted until the mines dried up. That is when this town, the manor and most stone buildings in Franceia were built and they have been deteriorating ever since. The Franceian (apparently lacking the skill to repair or money to hire dwarves) attempts at trying to make their own architecture have mostly been shoddy, short term firetraps. The dark lord could take this country with a dozen Orcs and a company of goblins, but once again the only thing they have to offer is wombs only fit for goblins, not worth the effort of invasion, but young groups of goblins and solo Orcs often raid Franceia for their first breeders.

The Duke was given the task of offering his daughter to an official in the emperor's court to gain a Mole, but when the time came he demanded that the official marry his daughter instead of making her his sex ****. When the official refused the Duke pulled out of the deal leaving the other conspirators without a ally on the inside. The dark Lord doesn't tolerate failure. He has a wife Duchess Mireille D'Amboise, a son Félix D'Amboise, and a daughter obviously, Lola D'Amboise, All of which must die by your hand. You decide to pose as a girl sent to marry his son. You will kill them one by one tonight without alarming anyone till they find there body's in the morning.

You step out of the shadows and into the street, it is mostly quiet, but women stand outside buildings scantly dressed, attempting to entice anyone that could pay. As you walk toward the Manor, a very young woman steps in your of path quickly cooing, "Madame a-t-elle déjà été avec une fille? Je peux être à toi ce soir pour quelques pièces." maybe I should have learned French before coming here, you thought. "I'm sorry girl, I don't speak Franceian .", you whisper to her. She smiles and says "It's okay! no one important speaks Franceian! even in Franceia." You look past her toward the Manor and are about to step around her when she steps back into your view "have you ever been with a girl? I can be yours tonight for a few coins!" you look her up and down she's a pretty girl, skinny but with large breast that are still more than a handful. She has dark curly hair and deep brown eyes, her tender face is adorned with full lips. She's young, far to young to be selling herself for pocket change. In another country she would be an extremely expensive girl, costing a small fortune for a mere hour, but here a few coins and a loaf of bread can buy a goddess.

"why?" you ask. She looks confused and says " I can make you feel great really Ill do anything! " you shake your head " No!, why do you do this to yourself your so young and beautiful why sell yourself for scraps? " she looks shocked then angry and says " not everyone is just handed everything lady! there is nothing here! nothing! I'm hungry! My sisters are hungry! My mother is hungry! What am I supposed to do!? Let them starve!? Bring my baby sister out here too!? Or maybe I can sell my family to the goblins and hope they feed us after they fuck us silly!? I don't need your judgement lady!" you remain silent during her rant your not angry you can hear the desperation in her voice and understand it well " you don't have my judgment, what is your name girl? " she looks surprised by your calm tone but sighs and says " does it matter? Are you going to buy or not? ".

You fish though your pocket and pull out a Latin Aureus and toss it to her, she catches it and her eyes light up by weight alone she can tell it more valuable than anything she would make during her lifetime " dose that buy me your name? " she looks up teary eyed and says " I-Its Marie my name is Marie " you nod and say " thank you Marie that's a pretty name for a pretty girl " you walk past her toward the manor and she calls out " Wait! Who...Who are you? " you turn smile at her and say " if you want to find out meet me here thirty minutes before Dawn, for now go feed your family hungry girl " she nods lightly crying " Thank you! " you continue walking smiling to yourself maybe there is something worth while in this shit hole.

When you get to the door the guard stops you stepping in your way " move aside, I'm expected " you say in a pleasant tone, when they don't move you adopt the attitude of a spoiled brat " I said Move peasant! " the guards apologizes and moves as you laugh internally. All it takes to get past a Franceian man is to yell at him.

You step inside the Manor, it is cluttered and cheaply decorated. The entrance is absent of any servants unusual for a noble house, especially so for a Duke. You leisurely explore the dilapidated manor not finding anything of interest until you hear grunting. You trace the sound to a room that smells of unwashed teenage boy, inside is the puggy Félix. He is currently face fucking a weeping bunnygirl, he has a **** grip on her ears, his knuckles are pail and you doubt any blood can get to her ears its obviously excruciating for the poor bunny. He's forcing her head back and forth on his cock by yanking her ears. Based by the short strokes he has a comically small cock, regardless he's using her crying face roughly and seemingly enjoys her suffering.

Tsk I will enjoy making him suffer sooo much worse you think to yourself. She bears a heavy steel collar tightly around her neck ringed in red. It is chained to the wall above the bedpost by thick steel chains. What little remains of the maid outfit she clings to is torn and covered in cumstains. It is obvious the poor thing has not been free of this room in a long time. She has the unmistakablely curved belly of early pregnancy and it looks like the white fur that would cover her arms and legs has been shaved off. You leave the room, closing the door, and promising to give Félix an extra special ****.

Bunnygirls as race are almost entirety slaves, grown and sold by the Latin Empire. The Empire bred them to be more attractive and subservient than they already are naturally. The bunnygirls almost went extinct during the war with the dark lord due to them sharing a homeland with the gnomes coupled with there use as top breeders by the Dark lord.

Normally sex with any male would result in the birth of a female bunnygirl but Orcs and Goblins are the exception. The race is all female and needs the other races males to reproduce but goblins will always impregnate male goblins into their victims and Orcs always make Orcs so the bunnygirl are naturally amazing breeding slaves having shorter pregnancies and having large litters, their numbers started to dwindle slowly but surely.

The Latin Empire got ahold of the last few and began to breed and sell them, producing vast wealth adding to the already powerhouse economy of the Empire. Now the race is entirely made up of sex and domestic service slaves. They are a common sight in royal and noble houses worldwide and many even find their way into middle and lower class houses.

You continue to explore the house unrestricted, the next target you come across is Lola. She too is attended by a bunny girl, but this one like Lola and her room is clean,tidy, and well groomed, the bunnygirls outfit is different too. It's clean and colorful and looks more like a summer dress than a maid outfit. She wears a pretty pink collar but it isn't attached to anything instead it has a carrot shaped tag hanging from it with Toots engraved on it.

This bunnygirl still has her fur and it is shinny and white and looks sooo soft and fluffy. You have the feeling it is brushed everyday. Toots is siting in front of Lola comfortably while Lola is brushing her hair gently and meticulously. Lola is humming a tune as she brushes the content bunny, you recognize it as the itsy bitsy Spider your about to leave when your hear Lola speak " you've been a good girl! Toots how about I bring you a carrot after dinner? would you like that? " Toots nods enthusiastically and Lola giggles " Use your words Silly bunny " Toots frowns and struggles to articulate " Yes.. Mistress Lola I would enjoy Carrot" Lola giggles " A! carrot Toots, you forgot the a, but that was really good I'll bring you two carrots for being such a good girl!". Toots smiles widely your not sure if it's the carrots or Lola's praise but Lola may have just earned a quick **** or perhaps...... the appearance of **** if you could find a way to secret her away and toots.

Originally bunnygirls would have had no problem speaking a simple phase, but the near extinction and the selective breeding of only the most docile and beautiful had the side effect of making slight bimbofication of the race. It is rare to see a bunnygirl produced by the Empire that doesn't sport a pure white coat and minimal body hair. Very rarely is one is born with enough intelligence to easily speak, these bunnygirls are coveted and usually don't leave the empire. They are used to replace the duller mass breeders to hopefully pass on there intelligence with the other desirable traits.

Moving around the manor like a shade, you find a couple bunnygirls in the kitchen hopelessly attempting to make a decent dinner but far out of their element. You get the impression that the bunnygirls owned by the Duke are discount stock. Leaving the struggling bunnys you search for your prime target.

You find the Duke and duchess in the process of passionless, pathetic fucking, the Duke must have been of similar endowment as his son as he is between the duchess' legs rabbit fucking her in short strokes. The duchess however is dead drop gorgeous she is half his age your guessing mid thirties to his late fifties, she must have had Félix when she was very young, how shameful of Julien. She has long flowing ebony hair, and flawless pale skin. Despite going through the labors of childbirth (far too young if anyone ask you) her figure is still delicious, she has large bountiful breast that quake slightly with the Duke's pathetic thrust. Her face is in mock pleasure and she fakes her moans with no real believability. She's not much of an actor and her voice fails to hide her undeniable boredom "oh yes! Julien it feels so good! keep going! " you cringe as she says it, you would have to be blind and deaf to not see her faking it, or maybe just Franceian. It's probably normal for Franceian women to go unsatisfied.

You wonder if the dark lords forces are truly met with dispair or by hope by the Franceian women, with men like these you can hardly blame them. The Duke arks his back and whimpers "oh! I'm cumming". The Duchess wraps her legs around him and dryly coos " yes my dear plant your seed in me " he quickly orgasms and flops on top of her panting heavily and crushing the aristocratic lady under his grotesque body. she avoids complaining though and simply strokes his head like a baby, until he gets up and pulls his musty robe on " thank you my dear! Wonderful as always no need to thank me Im feeling generous! You recover you must be spent. I'm going to go see what's keeping those lazy bunny's" he says while walking out of the room you step behind a pillar and watch as he struts right past you towards the kitchen. Gagging at his musk as he passes he fails to notice you shadowy form. You peek back into the bedroom, the duchess is in the process of removing something from her vagina.

You watch curiously as she removes what looks like a slice of a lemon from her pussy. She sighs and leans to throw it away when she pauses, not wanting her husband to find out. She sighs and puts it in her mouth grimacing but quickly chewing and swallowing. She reaches under the bed and grabs what looks like a glass cucumber, lying on the bed she spreads her long legs wide, plunges it into her pussy and sighing contently. You walk away from the door and begin to plan.