The sound of the heavy oak door latching shut echoed through the cabin like a gunshot.
"Be safe, Bram!" Elara called out through the wood, her voice bright and cheerful.
"I'll be back in two days with a stag!" Bram's muffled voice replied. Then, the crunch of boots on gravel, fading into the silence of the forest.
Lila stood by the window, watching her father disappear into the tree line. She pressed her hand against the glass, her breath fogging it up. Turn around, she screamed in her head. Come back. Please, Papa, come back and save us.
But Bram didn't turn around. He vanished into the green.
The silence that followed was suffocating.
"He's gone," Kael said.
He wasn't sitting in the guest chair anymore. He was sitting at the head of the table—Bram's chair. He stretched his arms out, cracking his neck.
"Lock the door, Elara," Kael commanded casually.
"Yes, Kael." Elara moved instantly. She threw the heavy iron deadbolt, sealing them in.
Lila spun around, her back to the window. She felt like a trapped animal. "So... so what now?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Do I... do I scrub the floor again?"
Kael laughed. It wasn't a cruel laugh, but a warm, welcoming one that was somehow terrifying.
"No more scrubbing, Lila. We are done with the chores." He looked at the two women standing in the dim light. "For two days, we are a family. A real family. And families... share everything."
He pointed to the hallway.
"To the bedroom. The big one."
Lila's stomach dropped. "That's... that's Mom and Dad's bed."
"It's my bed now," Kael corrected. "Go."
[Contract Enforcement: Movement Compelled.]
Lila's legs moved against her will. She walked stiffly down the hallway, tears streaming silently down her face. Elara followed, a skip in her step, humming that same tune from the kitchen.
…....….
The master bedroom was simple. A large bed piled with furs, a wardrobe, and a small window. It smelled of Bram, leather, pine, and sweat.
Kael walked in last. He stripped off his shirt, tossing it onto the floor.
"Undress," he ordered. "Both of you."
Elara didn't hesitate. She pulled the laces of her body. Her dress pooled around her feet.
She wasn't wearing undergarments, she rarely did around the house anymore, on Kael's orders.
She stood proud and nude, her heavy breasts swaying, her hips wide and inviting. She looked like a fertility idol carved from flesh.
Lila stood frozen.
"Lila," Elara chided, stepping over to her daughter. "Don't be rude. The master is waiting."
Elara reached out and began to undo Lila's buttons.
"Mom, don't," Lila whispered, grabbing her mother's hands. "Please. Snap out of it. It's me. It's Lila."
Elara looked at her daughter. Her eyes were clear, but the logic behind them was twisted by the System.
"I know it's you, sweetie," Elara said softly, brushing a tear from Lila's cheek. "That's why I want you to feel this. It's a gift. Why should I keep all the happiness to myself?"
She ripped Lila's shirt open. Buttons clattered onto the floor.
Lila tried to cover herself, but Elara was stronger. She stripped Lila down to her skin, leaving her shivering and naked in the cool air.
The contrast was striking. Elara was soft, lush, and ripe. Lila was tight, athletic, and pale.
"Beautiful," Kael murmured. He sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands. "Come here. Both of you."
They approached. Kael reached out, placing one hand on Elara's hip and the other on Lila's.
"The Merchant and the Mother," Kael mused. "Lila, you wanted to talk about value? This is the highest value there is."
He pulled them onto the bed.
"Lila, lie on your back," Kael commanded. "Elara, get on your hands and knees over her."
"What?" Lila panic-stricken. "No, I don't want—"
[Contract Enforcement: Obey.]
Lila collapsed onto the furs. The scent of her father's bed was overwhelming.
Elara crawled over her. Lila stared up into her mother's face. Elara smiled, a sultry, hazy smile, and straddled Lila's chest, her knees pinning Lila's arms to the mattress.
"Shh," Elara whispered, dripping saliva onto Lila's chin. "Just relax. I'll do the hard work."
Kael moved between Lila's spread legs.
"This is called a sandwich," Kael explained, positioning himself. "Elara is the top bun. You are the bottom bun. And I... I am the meat."
Lila tried to close her legs, but Kael pushed them apart effortlessly. He lined himself up with her entrance.
"Mom..." Lila sobbed.
"Look at me," Elara commanded, leaning down to kiss Lila's forehead, then her nose, then hovering over her lips. "Don't look at him. Look at me."
Kael thrust forward.
He entered Lila.
It was sharp, stretching pain. Lila screamed, arching her back, but Elara's weight held her down.
"It hurts!" Lila cried.
"I know," Elara soothed, kissing Lila's tears away. "It hurts at first. But then... oh, then it feels like flying."
Kael didn't stop. He began to move. Slowly at first, stretching her, claiming her. Lila was tight, incredibly tight, clamping down on him in waves of panic.
"Relax, Lila," Kael groaned, feeling the exquisite friction. "You're breaking my goods."
He reached up and grabbed Elara's hips. "Elara, ride my hands. Don't let her focus on the pain."
Elara obeyed. She ground her hips down against Lila's chest, creating a wall of flesh that suffocated Lila's world.
"I'm here," Elara whispered, lowering her mouth to Lila's ear. "I'm here with you. We're doing this together."
Kael picked up the pace. Slap. Slap. Slap.
The pain began to fade, replaced by the friction. The System's [Sensory Amplification] kicked in, flooding Lila's nerves.
The burning in her innocence was replaced by a burning heat in her belly.
"Oh god," Lila gasped, her head thrashing on the pillow. "It's... too much."
"Take it," Kael growled. "You wanted to pay your debt? This is how you pay. Every thrust is a copper coin. Earn your freedom, Lila!"
The twisted merchant logic slammed into her brain. Earn it. Work for it.
Lila's hips began to move. A small, jerky rhythm at first, then syncing with him.
"That's it," Kael praised. "Good girl."
"She's doing it!" Elara squealed happily, looking back at Kael over her shoulder. "Look, Kael! She's learning!"
"She is," Kael agreed. "Now, switch."
He pulled out. Lila let out a hollow, empty sound, sensing the void where he had been.
"Elara, on your back. Lila, on top."
"No, I can't..." Lila breathed, dazed.
"Do it!" Kael barked. [Contract Enforcement.]
They scrambled to switch positions. Elara lay back, spreading her legs wide, exposing herself completely. She looked like she was in heaven.
Lila straddled her mother's waist, facing Kael.
"Put it in," Kael ordered Lila. "Guide me into your mother."
Lila's hands shook as she reached down. She touched Kael, he was slick with her own fluids and blood. She touched her mother.
"Do it, baby," Elara encouraged. "Put him home."
Lila guided him. He slid into Elara with a wet, easy slide. Elara moaned loudly, her head throwing back.
"Ride her," Kael told Lila. "Grind against her. Feel what she feels."
Kael activated a new skill he had been saving.
[Skill Activated: Shared Sensation]
Effect: Targets share physical pleasure receptors for 5 minutes.
Lila gasped. Suddenly, she wasn't just sitting on Elara. She felt Kael inside Elara. She felt the stretch, the fullness, the heat. It was a phantom sensation, echoing from her mother's body into hers.
"Mom?" Lila whispered, eyes wide.
"I feel you," Elara groaned, clutching Lila's hips. "I feel you inside me, Lila. We're connected."
It was too much for Lila's mind to handle. The barrier between them dissolved. The shame dissolved. There was only the sensation.
Kael began to thrust up into Elara, shaking Lila with every impact. Lila's clitoris rubbed against Elara's stomach.
The friction, the shared pleasure, the sight of her mother's ecstatic face...
Lila broke.
She threw her head back and moaned, a real, uninhibited sound of pleasure.
"Yes!" Kael roared, seeing the change. "Accept it! You are mine! Both of you!"
He drove into Elara harder, faster. Lila rode the waves, grinding down, trapped in the sandwich of pleasure.
"I love you, Mom!" Lila sobbed, the words confused and broken. "I love you!"
"I love you too!" Elara screamed. "We belong to him!"
"We belong to him!" Lila repeated.
Kael grabbed both of them—Lila's waist and Elara's thigh. He pounded into them, a relentless machine.
"Cum for me!" he commanded. "Family release! Now!"
The command hit them like a lightning bolt.
Elara clamped down. Lila shuddered violently. They screamed in unison, their voices blending into one harmonious cry of submission.
Kael poured himself into Elara, filling the wife while the daughter watched, feeling every drop as if it were inside her own womb.
…....…
Silence returned to the room.
The sun had begun to set, casting long shadows across the tangled limbs on the bed.
Lila lay curled against Elara's side. Kael lay on his back, one arm around each of them.
Lila stared at the wall. She felt hollowed out. But the fear was gone. The resistance was gone.
She looked at her hand. The red brand of the Contract was still there, but it wasn't burning anymore. It felt... warm. Comfortable.
"That," Kael whispered into the quiet, "was a very profitable transaction, Lila."
Lila closed her eyes. She nuzzled into Elara's breast, seeking comfort, and found it.
"Yes, Master," Lila whispered. "Is... is the debt paid for today?"
"For today," Kael agreed. "But we have a long journey ahead of us. We're going to the City."
Elara looked up, sleepy and happy. "The City?"
"Yes," Kael smiled. "I need a cure. And you two... you are going to take care of me on the road."
Lila didn't argue. She didn't think about Bram coming home to an empty house. She just thought about the pleasure. And the fact that as long as she was useful, she was safe.
"I'll pack the wagon," Lila murmured, her merchant brain taking over the logistics of her own slavery.
"Good girl," Kael kissed her forehead.