NTR 8.A - Kara - Focus on Family

Despite leaving Sammead to his business, you still did not feel right leaving your family to him. It also just feels right to try and spend time with your mother and sister. It is not the heroic thing to do, sure. But it is as Kara said. It speaks to your character.

“I'm going to try to give a bit more time to my mother and sister, since we're here.” You explain.

Kara does not seem to mind. “That's fine, I guess. A bit more time training, but it shouldn't be too bad since heroes are easy to train.” She looks up and exhales lightly.
“I guess I'm just gonna need to figure out something to do with my spare time.” You are glad she does not seem too bothered by your resolution.

“Whatever, let's wrap this up. I'll figure it out later.” Kara offers casually.

Training finishes and you look to the house. You know your mother is going to be in there, but you also know Sam is as well. The thought of just knocking on the door with such an unknown quantity makes you uncomfortable. You motion towards Kara.
“I'm going back into town to find my sister.”

She looks up into the house. “Good choice. They're busy.” She knew what you were thinking, more or less.

You cringe, since that likely means your mother and Sam are fucking. The frankness with which Kara brings it up bothers you, but you are also thankful because it is probably better to know than to not know and walk in on something you don't want to, again. You find the path and make your way back into town. Your sister is not a hard woman to find. Chesharidge is small and you are pretty sure you know what she is doing and who she is with. Sure enough you find her near the town center with Sten.

Sten is someone you have always approved of your sister ending up with. He is a hard worker and his family is not as well-off as yours, but they own a shop near the town center which means Fiona would be well taken care of. You stand and observe for a few moments to see the two of them conversing comfortably. The empty basket next to your sister tells you she has completed her rounds and is starting to unwind for the night. Before you have a chance to plan your approach Fiona looks up and is observant enough to notice you. Her face brightens and she waves you over.

The two stand up. The town center is one of the developed portions of Chesharidge, with cobblestone covering the ground and actual lamps to light the area during the evening hours. There have always been plans to extend it through the town but they have never really been followed through on. The place that Sten and Fiona had been sitting on was a large fountain with perpetual water-flow maintained by magic your father cast on it years ago. The water, of course, is not never-ending. There is simply a reservoir that circulates and pumps with the aid of magic.

“Evening, Brother.” Fiona says pleasantly.

“Evening 'hero.'” Sten winks.

“Have any more fun 'training sessions?'” He adds suggestively.

The biggest point in Stens favor, you have always thought, is that he does not try to push your sister at all. He is a nice guy that is more of a friend than anything. He is perfect, because by all accounts your sister does not have any room to improve in your eyes. The girl is as tall as you and you share some similarities. Some have commented that she must be your twin, but you never saw it. Fiona always wears the same few dresses that favor her work collecting herbs. They all tend to be rather conservative, covering most of her skin, since  the sun can be fairly punishing to her complexion. Also to that end you typically find her in a wide-brimmed sunhat. Since it is getting dark, however, it is sitting on the fountains edge behind them.

“What's the occasion?” She asked.
“I thought you'd be training.” She purposefully says it in a far less suggestive manner.

“I decided I could extend my training and focus a bit more attention on you and mom.” She shows an unexpected response and tilts her head curiously.
“Is that a good idea? I don't want you to neglect what you're doing for my sake.” It is touching to you just how worried she is about you.

You see her concern and shake your head in an attempt to assuage her fears. “No no, Master agreed. She says it's fine and that it'll just mean more time in town.” You chuckle awkwardly.
“She's... More concerned with what she's going to do in her spare time.”

“I think Galia is looking for more girls.” Fiona offers offhandedly.

You lift a brow. “How do you know?”

“Well, I do talk to people in town.” She furrows her brow at the odd questioning.

“She also gets offered work constantly because she's so cute.” Sten offers from the sidelines. Fiona gasps, grabs her hat back and swipes at him with it.
“It's true! It's true.” He laughs, making weak attempts to battle back her swiping.

“Brother didn't need to know that part.” She complains. It is not surprising, but it is slightly troubling. That being said, it is fairly obvious that Galia would try to secure Fiona, since she is a very attractive local. Even you have to admit that she would be a big draw. The only solution other than locals are out of town girls. Adventurers that are down on their luck. There is at least one of those in her employ that you recall. She places the hat back over her messy auburn hair. She tilts the brim down and asks hesitantly.
“So... We're spending more time together? What do you want to do? Are we going to try to deal with you-know-who?”

“That Sammead bastard?” Sten scoffs.
“My parents love him. I don't get it. They keep saying he's going to be good for the town but that's gotta be wrong, right?”

“I don't know.” You say truthfully.
“I don't know anything about him.” You had purposefully avoided leaning into his business, so you are a bit in the dark.

“I know a bit.” Fiona admits. Both you and Sten look at her with intrigue.
“What? He's with mother, so of course I would know a bit.” She inhales deeply in preparation, then begins to explain.

“He's a businessman from the port town up north, Gails Bay. His family started out with shipping, then the business grew to control most of the boats leaving port. He used his wealth to gain ownership of the mining town, as well and those resources have only made him wealthier. I know he's here trying to secure the largest source of of shaped wood in the area. Our mother, of course.”

“How do you know all that?” You feel impressed by the research she had been able to do.

“He tells me whenever I have to enter the house quickly to get something and I can't avoid him... He loves talking about himself and what he's doing. So I listen when I have to and I remember what's said.” Fiona shrugs, seeming to think that the knowledge is not that impressive. She blushes as Sten speaks.

“Isn't my girl smart?” He comments proudly.

“She sure is.” You add, getting an idea.
“Do you think you could get him to say other stuff? Stuff that could get him in trouble.”

Fiona smiles devilishly. “I probably could. I didn't want to be around him, but if we have a plan I could make the sacrifice, I suppose.”

“Alright!” You exclaim. It feels a bit bad to use your sister to gather information, but she seems just as eager as you to take down Sam and she has what seems to be a simple method of taking him down.

“Still. I don't feel comfortable sending you into that house alone. What if you happen to catch him on his way to the inn?”

She seems relieved by the plan. You are glad to offer a solution to the problem you both had, which was being exposed to the house where he is doing all sorts of things with your mother. She seems far more hesitant to return for reasons you are not positive on, but you assume they are similar to yours and she simply just has differing feelings about them.
“That's perfect.”

“I know when he takes the trip, usually, since I spend  a lot of time around the house. I catch him coming and going at around the same times.”

She pumped her fist in the air. “Excellent! Then we'll start tomorrow, right?” She glances between you and Sten.

“And I'll help! By staying out of the way.” Sten offers. You read disappointment on Fiona, but choose to leave it.

“I'll keep an eye on you in case he tries something.” You offer, to her relief.

The next day after training you wait. Like clockwork, once he is finished banging your mother he stumbles out the front door. To your knowledge he mostly just goes to the inn to have a drink, though he is known for fondling the girls. You follow close enough to see, but not enough to be noticed, hopefully. Stealth is not your forte. After he enters the town proper you see Fiona 'accidentally' cross paths with him. Sam is a little shocked when she actually wants to talk to him. He immediately takes advantage by resting his hand on the small of her back, leading her more than walking with her at that point.

You see her asking questions and becoming frustrated. Sam is just amused by the situation. The emotions and intents present confuse you and make you think the plan is not going as well as you thought it would. Before Galia's Sam stops with Fiona and leans down to whisper something in her ear. It goes on for at least a minute with Fiona looking frozen in place. Near the end she is almost shuddering and you read from her embarrassment as she finally turns around and begins walking stiffly towards you. Sam chuckles, shakes his head and enters the inn.
“What did he say?” You ask once you catch her.

Fiona is blushing deeply as she looks at you. “We both saw the same thing that day we went into the house, right?”

You wish you did not. “Yeah?”

“She seemed like she enjoyed it, right?”

You aren't sure how to answer that. “I mean... There's got to be something going on there, right? He's got something on her or something...” You explain without much certainty.

Fiona smiles weakly. “Yeah. I think you're right. I've got to go find Sten. Same time tomorrow?” She asks.

“Uh, yeah. Same time.”

At the same time the next day Fiona crosses paths with Sam. He is not surprised and it occurs to you that he probably realizes it is not a coincidence. Not two times. Especially not with her willingly talking with him. He looks ready. He takes advantage again and this time lets his hand slide down to her ass. She reacts, but not in the way you assume she would. Her body recoils but it is with a shudder, not jolt. It looks as if just his touch is causing her some amount of pause, which is understandable, but in her emotions you find vague arousal, alongside waning determination.

Sam smiles and you are not sure what he is saying, but along the way he does not allow Fiona to get a word in, even though she is trying. The words he is saying are causing her face to redden. She finally gets fed up, stops and turns out of his grasp. As she is walking back and still in range of him your eyes widen. You are too late to warn her as you see Sam's large hand reel back and smack her on the ass hard enough that the sound resonates through the streets. You assume she will come running. Instead she yelps loudly, stops in her tracks like a deer in the light. Her thighs her pressed together tightly and she is tense for a moment before she begins shaking and glancing around awkwardly to see if anyone other than you is watching. Sam takes the chance to walk up behind her, drape his heavy arm over her shoulder and lean down to continue speaking into her ear. She gulps and the determination slowly fades into betrayal.

When he finally lets her go it is only after caressing her rear one more time, seemingly in apology for the smack.
“What the hell was that?” You ask as she approaches and quickly walks past you.
“Wait wait. Where are you going?”

“I need to talk to Sten... He didn't tell me something and now I'm a bit mad.” She uttered between clenched teeth.
“If he can't do something for me I- I don't know what I'll do.” She is serious. You have no idea what she is going to do but you know for a fact that she is intent on doing it.

“I thought you'd be more mad about what he did?” You question.

“I-I'm pretty mad about that, but this is worse.” Fiona claims.

“What'd he do? Sten is nice...” You argue weakly.

Fiona sighs, stops and turns around. “Sten doesn't touch me and doesn't do anything with me.”

You blush. It is not normal to have this sort of talk with your sister. “Well... He's a nice guy. Maybe he's just shy?”

Fiona furrows her brow deeply. “Nope.” She shakes her head. Her fists clench tightly.
“Because he used to, but isn't. It's because his parents told him not to and he listened. So he's a coward.” She huffs and turns to continue storming in the direction of Sten's home.

“Wait wait... He's listening to his parents?” You are confused.

“It's fine. He has a small dick anyway.” She offers in frustration. Fiona looks at you and smiles.
“You know he wanted to marry me? Well it's fine. It's his choice.” She shrugs, obviously not fine.
“Besides, it's just like Sam said. If I married him I would be stuck with that small dick forever..”

“You're listening to HIM?” You ask accusingly.

“I mean.. He's not dumb, he's just a little crude.” Fiona bites her lip.
“Have you talked to mom about him and her?” You shake your head.
“I have... She's obsessed with him and his- Anyway. I'm a bit jealous. If Sten was like that it would be great. I wouldn't be talking crazy like this and mom would be...” She lifts the hem of her dress and picks up her pace. You can keep up with her, but you get the impression she wants to get away from you. You stop.

“What are you going to do?” You call out hesitantly.

“Same time tomorrow!” She shouts back over her shoulder.

During training the next day Kara brings something up. “You know I've been working for that boss lady at the inn in my spare time?”

“Yeah?” It is not that odd. You imagine it would fill the time.

“It's pretty fun. Anyway. Your sis came up to me at one point and asked me if I could teach her how to suck and take a really big dick, since she's never done it before.” Kara offered up casually.

Due to the matter-of-factness of what was said, and how you for a brief moment treat it as routing.
“Oh, yeah?” Before it hits you and your brows shoot straight up.
“Wait... What? What did you do!?”

“Relax. I did the right thing.” She claims. You breath a sigh of relief until she adds.
“I told her everything I knew.”

“Th-that's not the right thing!” Your voice cracks as you berate the beastwoman.

The fox is taken aback. She pauses and looks down awkwardly at the dirt. “It is to me...”

“I need to leave early tonight!” You say quickly, running off. You need to catch Fiona before she meets up with Sam. The only place you can think of is Sten's place. You find his family shop, closed for the night of course. You do not want to knock so instead you find your way around to the living area in back. To Sten's darkened window. There are brief, curious flashes of light in the room that make you think he is still in there. You climb up and poke your head inside, seeing him on the floor looking at a flashing crystal.
“Sten?” You climb in fully and roll onto the floor. You get up to kneel beside him and recoil. His member is in his hands and he is stroking it rapidly.
“W-what the hell are you-”

Then you notice what he is looking at. “I hate this guy so much...” He groans, tears in his eyes. The strange crystal has in it images that are moving. You had only seen one before, but not in detail. The ability to store images and sounds is offered by a permanent spell cast on the crystal, much like the fountain but more complex. At the end of the recording you vaguely hear your sisters tone, but she isn't saying anything. Then it loops back to Fiona looking into the glass.

“He screwed me. My parents would disown me if I messed with him and now this?” He says sadly.
“Thought I could ride it out...”

“What is this for?” She asked someone off screen.

“Memorabilia.” Sam spoke.

“What?” Fiona was confused and impatient. She did not want to be there.

“Think about it. This is gonna be the last instance anyone'll have of Fiona the intelligent, independent young woman.” Sam explained evenly.

Fiona scoffed. “Oh, right. Because you're going to 'change' me? Not likely...”

“Can you look into the glass and tell everyone watching when this is?”

“Everyone?” She said skeptically.

“Just say when it his...”

Fiona rolled her eyes carelessly. “It's just after I walked up to you and you said you knew that I was planning something with my brother after the very first attempt.” She explained.

“And I was generous, wasn't I?”

“No, not really. You told me to go get fucked by my man and if he wouldn't to come back to you, as if you know something you aren't telling me.”

“Maybe I'll tell you tomorrow.” Sam moved into frame behind Fiona and wrapped both arms around her. One moved to her breast while the other slid between her thighs.
“Well... you haven't been coming to the house like I would've wanted so I haven't gotten a chance to talk to you as much. I guess we're doing it this way. Why don't you tell the glass what we're doing here today?”

Fiona blushed and squirmed awkwardly in his grasp. “My name is Fiona and I am here to take the... 'Sam Challenge?'” She said uncertainly, with more than a hint of embarrassment.

“I have no idea what that is. I was just told to say that.” She said into the glass flatly. It felt like she was talking to you directly when she said it. That was the quality of the recreation.

“In the east they have people that speak of pressure points that affect the flow of the body's essence. These can have various effects.” He opened her dress as he spoke, allowing her bare tits to fall out. You cringe, since you are looking at Fiona.

“Is that... So.” She began to squirm more as Sam's finger traced her areola gently.

“Yes.” He abruptly pressed down on a point in her breast, then did the same to the other.
“The effects aren't permanent, but they might as well be without a Master this far out.”

Fiona looks confused. “I don't feel any-” Sam flicks one of her nipples. Her eyes rolled back. Her elegance and confidence faded into groaning, heavy breathing and convulsions of pleasure as she crumpled in his large arms. Her legs had completely given out. He held her tightly and gripped both her tits in his hands, squeezing them crudely and harshly.

“See this, Sten? Her tits are extremely sensitive.” He caused her to nearly pass out from bliss when he rolled both her nipples under his thumb.
“And these? They're basically clits. Even you could pleasure her.” He grinned into the glass. Sten scoffs.
“If you could touch her.” Sam was continuously rolling her nipples, causing Fiona to seemingly miss everything he's saying.
“Don't worry, she's too out of it to hear. Thank your parents for being so business-minded. But hey, I'll still be able to make her hate you, even if it's all me. Aren't women fun?” At that, Sten begins stroking harder and shoots onto the crystal. You curse at him for ruining the image, but thankfully, or possibly unfortunately the jizz drips off quickly and clears it. It allows you to continue watching.

The next thing Sam did was remove his hands from her tits. Without being teased Fiona was able to catch her breath but you saw Sam's fingers pressing into several more spots. Her thighs, her clit, her womb. He even traced her lips and force a finger into her mouth for a moment.
“And herein lies the Sam challenge. No one in this town is gonna touch you, sweetheart. No one except me.”

“Sten...” She gulped, every move looked like it was going to send her into an orgasm.
“Sten will.”

Sam laughed. “Hey, if you can last more than three 'meetings' without giving in to me I'll undo it and leave your mom, alright? It'll be easy if your man helps you out.” He looked into the glass smugly.
“Sten, if you're watching I know its after the fact, so I'll say it now. You could've done whatever you wanted. I'm no snitch. If you had the balls to help your girl she'd be with you.” He announced in a cruel tone.

“Seri... ously? Sten will come... Through.” She uttered uncomfortably. The boy sitting below you whimpered at that. Obviously he did not. You feel like blaming him, but you are as much at fault.


The recording seems to skip forward. Fiona was naked. “How do you feel sweetheart?” Sam asked.

“I feel... Fine. I'm over Sten.” Sten continues jerking off pathetically.

“How'd that smack feel?” She blushed at the mention. That comment tells you that it was yesterday that this was recorded.
“I bet it made you cum, right?” Sam chuckled.

“Yeah.” She admitted guiltily.

“Well, you're still in the challenge. You just gotta-” Sam is interrupted by an embarrassed Fiona.  

“Please spank me again, daddy.” She was leaned forward, panting like an animal. She looked too aroused to think. Fiona was not looking at the glass but past it at Sam.

Sam turned the glass away from her and instead framed his fat face. He looked genuinely surprised. “Well now that's just an instant loss. That's all folks, this girl's brain is fried by pleasure. For those in the audience, this method of control is popular for sex workers because everything is mostly in-tact. It's just that all their inhibitions are overloaded by desire.” He wagged his finger and reached past the glass, then turned it around to bring her into view again.

When she was is in view again Sam's hand was on her head and that seemed almost enough to bring her to climax, but you can tell that she was not quite there. “Please please please! Touch me! I-I'll cum if you kiss me, even!” Her hands were all over herself, desperately stroking, thrusting, flicking, pinching. None of it had any effect.

“The poor girl had her essence put out of sync with her hands. She can't get herself off. If that wasn't done she'd just masturbate all day until she died. We can't have that.” Sam shrugged, as if the death wasn't even the worst part, just the idea of losing a toy.

“I'll be your sex-toy, I'll be anything you want, just touch me please!” Fiona begged desperately.

“Tell you what, there's a fox that works for Galia that loves sucking dick. She's really good at it. If you can get some tips from her I'll let you touch me.” he turned the glass back around.
“The fun thing about this method is, the feeling of cumming from just kissing, licking and sucking my dick'll be so strong that she wont forget it. Ever. It'll be boiled into her psyche even after I set her back to normal. Which... Yeah, I probably plan to do.” He shrugged.

You hear Clamoring as Fiona tries to get dressed quickly so that she can go and do what you know she did, based on Kara's testimony.

You want to find your sister right away, but you know that it will be a toss up. Your skill is not quite there, but you feel as though you may be able to try and reach out to see what Sam sees through the possession you have only practiced on animals. Otherwise you could simply not, and wait.