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Swiss Mix - Chapters 151-175 Written by DoggyStyle57, September 2010 to November 2010

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Swiss Mix - Chapter 151

By DoggyStyle57, September 2010

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December 25, 2008 (Thursday, Christmas morning) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

When Lady Helga left Hans' office, she found Cheri, Hans, Heidi, Marie and Taylor in the great room, with a young and very well-dressed white tiger boy.

"Oh! There you are!" Hans said, beckoning to his mother for her to join Cheri and the children. Hans was holding some sort of golden staff, decorated in an Asian motif. "Mother, may I introduce you to one of our friends from school? This is Sun Ce, one of our foreign exchange students, and also a member of the martial arts dojo that I practice at. Sun Ce, may I present my mother, Lady Helga von Alpenstock. She prefers to use her maiden name, as that is what she is best known by as a mountaineer and explorer."

The tiger bowed deeply to Lady Helga. "Ah yes! I do recognize the great Lady, from the family portrait over the mantle, and have read of your amazing accomplishments on the highest of mountains. Quite remarkable! A most unexpected yet fortunate pleasure, meeting you in person! I had not hoped to have the honor of this meeting, so please to forgive me for not having a gift for you as well, great Lady. I had only stopped by briefly to exchange gifts of the season with my classmates, and their lovely guardian, Miss Cheri."

Heidi stepped forward, wearing a golden Tiara with a small Ruby in the middle. "Look at the pretty tiara he gave me, mommy! Isn't it wonderful?"

Marie was just finishing unwrapping her gift, and she held up a lovely silk Kimono, and a pair of gold earrings. "Thank you very much, Sun Ce!"

Lady Helga looked at the gifts, and smiled at Sun Ce. "You have excellent taste, young man, as well as impeccable manners. Those are quite nice gifts for one so young to be giving. That staff is certainly quite unusual. Was that your gift to Hans? With your manners, and giving such gifts, am I correct in guessing that you are from an aristocratic family yourself?"

"Ah, well, my family does have some social standing, yes, though here I am but a humble exchange student, yes? It is wise, sometimes, not to present one's full credentials, until the time is right," he said, with an enigmatic smile. "I would imagine that, when you are on one of your famous climbing expeditions, you do not dwell on titles or the station of your fellow climbers, but rather on the skills and safety of your party, yes? As for the gifts, some, like the staff I gave your son, are merely interesting items that I happened to have lying around. The others are simple enough things."

"I see. It was nice meeting you, Sun Ce. Well, it seems you are making some very nice friends, children. I shall leave you to entertain your guest. Are Mr. and Mrs. Connors around, Hans?" Lady Helga asked Hans.

"I believe they are in the kitchen, Mother," Hans replied.

After Lady Helga left the room, Hans and the children gave Sun Ce the gifts that they had waiting for him. Hans gave Sun Ce a pair Chinese hook swords, and wrapped separately, a black manrikigusari (weighted chain), to remain wrapped, and be passed on to Xan Fu. Marie's gift was a set of ivory-inlaid, ebony chopsticks , decorated with a small gilded tiger, with a hardwood carrying case. Heidi's gift was a crimson fan, made of silk and rosewood.

Cheri unwrapped her own gift from Sun Ce, and thanked him for the books on Asian Recipes, Meditation, and methods of relaxing in stressful situations. Then she handed him his gift, which turned out to be a hardcover book, in Chinese, on the subject of Shiatsu, the use of pressure points in a manner similar to acupuncture.

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In the kitchen, Lady Helga met with Phil and Bridget.

"Good afternoon, Mistress! Is there anything we can do for you?" Bridget asked, as she prepared a fresh batch of mulled cider.

"If you would answer a few questions? I was not consulted on the setting up of this mansion and its staff, and was curious about a few points. To begin with, how did you happen to become employed here, if I may ask?" Lady Helga said, as she sat on one of the stools at the kitchen counter, between the kitchen and the family room.

"One of Master Karl's agents hired me to locate a suitable mansion for them," Bridget replied easily. "I am a licensed real estate agent, Mistress, and quite familiar with the area. I located this mansion, arranged the sale, and handled the paperwork, for Master Karl to purchase the mansion. My husband assisted me in the provisioning and furnishing of the mansion, and in unpacking the family's possessions before they arrived. I also met the family at the airport, and drove them here when they arrived."

"But you two were not initially hired as staff for the mansion? How did that come about?" Lady Helga asked.

"Your son contacted us after they had moved in. He wanted assistance in planning a large party, and that required knowledge of the local resources," Phil replied. "I must say, it's almost frightening at times dealing with Master Hans. Listening to him talk, it's easy to forget how young he is. He's more articulate and persuasive than any child his age that I have ever met. More so than most adults that I know. Your son is an extremely intelligent young man, and knows what he wants, and how to get it. You have good reason to be proud of him."

"At the party, Master Hans offered us both a full-time contract," Bridget continued. "He was pleased with how well we had served his household, and felt that Phil's service as a chauffeur would eliminate a problem that they had with Miss Cheri's youthful appearance, and driving here. And Phil speaks Spanish, which is useful in communicating with the groundskeepers. And though he hired me as a maid, one of my largest responsibilities is to locate investment properties for him. Master Hans has already invested in several properties in town."

"I see. Yes, my husband... prefers to staff his mansion with young, unmarried girls. I would have expected him to do the same here. But I suppose I can believe my son would be more pragmatic about hiring based on skills and abilities," Lady Helga replied. "Have you been married for long?"

Bridget looked at Phil, who replied for them. "Five years or so, Mistress. Though we dated for many years before that. We've known each other all our lives. Grew up in the same neighborhood, and went to the same schools. Childhood sweethearts, I guess you could say."

"And you find it pleasant working here? No unusual or difficult requirements?" Lady Helga asked innocently.

"Quite pleasant, Mistress," Bridget replied. "It's like we are a part of the family, rather than servants. And the pay and benefits are very good."

"I would agree. No complaints from me, and Master Hans has been one of the nicest employers I have ever worked for," Phil added.

"Like part of the family? Yes. And just as loyal and happy as the staff at the Swiss Mansion, I see. Well, thank you for your time," Lady Helga said, rising to leave.

"Should we be otherwise, Mistress?" Phil asked sincerely. "We have been treated quite well, and compensated well for our services. You make it sound as if you might have expected otherwise."

"No matter. No, I really shouldn't have expected the staff here to be any less well-chosen, or loyal, than at any of my husband's other mansions. You are both to be commended. Good day."

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After an invigorating snowball fight with the children in the back yard, Lady Helga asked Marie to sit and talk with her for a while in the recreation room.

"You've grown into a very pretty young woman, Marie," Lady Helga said. "I remember so well when you were born. But have you stopped growing taller? It seems that like your mother, you are fated to remain small?"

"Thank you, Mistress. Yes, I think I am going to be like mother. I haven't grown even a quarter of an inch in the last 6 months," Marie said.

"Ah. I would have thought you might have taken after your father, and become taller. You are aware, I hope, that I know who your father truly is? I have known since I first held you and scented you, and I have kept that secret," Lady Helga said bluntly.

"Yes, Mistress. Father has told me that you knew, and I do hope you don't hold my birth against me. I know now that I was 'an accident', and not a planned birth, but I have tried always to be a good and obedient child to my mother, even before I knew who my father was," Marie said.

"I was quite angry when I first found out, but I have forgiven your mother, long ago. I considered her a friend when we first met, and I still do, today. Please tell, me, honestly, are you happy with your situation here? Do they make any demands on you that you are in any way uncomfortable with?" Lady Helga asked.

Marie looked Lady Helga squarely in the eyes, and said, "Mistress, I have no complaints at all, nor would I speak ill of your son, or your husband, or anyone else in this household. Indeed, the way I have been treated is far better than most illegitimate children could hope for. I have been well educated, and even entered in a fine foreign exchange program. I have a good job, and a good income. I am indeed extremely happy, with my work here, the duties expected of me, and my situation. I would not wish to be anywhere else, and would be quite unhappy if I had to leave here, for any reason."

"It does not bother you to be subservient to your father, brother and sister? To serve them and obey their commands? They ask nothing of you that bothers you, even in the slightest?" Lady Helga asked.

"I am happy here, Mistress. I like my duties, and I love the way my father, my brother, and my sister care for me. I have no complaints at all, Mistress," Marie said.

"I see. Well, I am glad that you are so happy. Few people in this world are so satisfied with their fate as you seem to be. Good day, then," Lady Helga said.

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Lady Helga returned to the great room, with Marie following silently behind her as they rode the elevator up from the basement. When they got to the foyer, she found that two new guests had arrived.

"Ah, mother. Please meet two more of our friends. This young man is Bren, a classmate of ours. And this young lady is Hazel, one of our cheerleaders at school, and also one of my special friends here," Hans said.

"A 'special friend', my son?" Lady Helga asked, looking from Hazel to Marie and back again, and seeing no animosity at all between the two canine girls. "She is your girlfriend?"

"Well, not quite that, Ma'am. I couldn't make an exclusive claim on your son's affections, nor have I asked to," Hazel replied softly. "But Hans and I do go out on dates occasionally, and we like each other's company. He is very sweet to me."

The wolf boy next to Hazel set down the game cartridge that Hans had just given him, and bowed. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Bernerholdt. Your son and daughter have become quite popular in the short time that they have lived here, and I am honored to be one of their friends."

"Nice to meet you both, I'm sure," Lady Helga said cordially. "Heidi? Could you come with me for a few minutes, dear?"

"Yes mommy!" Heidi said, as she hauled along a stuffed bear as large as she was, and was wearing a knitted winter hat. "See the nice toy that Mister Bren gave me? An' Miss Hazel knitted this cap herself!"

"They are very nice dear, yes. Come with me, please," Lady Helga replied, leading Heidi to the elevator.

Swiss Mix - Chapter 152

By DoggyStyle57, September 2010

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December 25, 2008 (Thursday, Christmas morning) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

When Lady Helga and Heidi got off the elevator at the second floor, they found Lord Karl in their path, on the foyer balcony, looking down at the children in the foyer below, as the kids continued exchanging gifts with their classmates.

From the balcony, they could see that Hazel's gifts to each of the kids were matching rust-brown knitted caps, like the one Heidi was wearing now. Hans was just finishing unwrapping his cap, and they could hear the little puppy telling him, "Your cap's special, Hans. I knitted all of them, but on your cap, the puff ball on top is made from a bit of my own fur," as she kissed Hans on the cheek.

"They are very happy here, you know," Lord Karl said quietly to Lady Helga. "They've been telling you that consistently, but you seem unwilling to believe it. Miss Cheri takes excellent care of them, and they have more friends here - real friends, and not just servants - than they ever would have had in Switzerland, shut up in either of our mansions."

"Yes, so they say. But how is it that you seem to be certain of what they have said to me, my dear husband? Have you been following me around, and listening at the keyholes?" Lady Helga replied.

"Nothing so vulgar, no," Lord Karl replied. "But this mansion has an incredibly sophisticated security system. From the control room, there's nothing that transpires in the mansion, or near it, that isn't able to be observed, and recorded. It's almost as good as having a professional camera crew in each room, and quite unobtrusive. I suspect it may have been installed by the movie production company that once used this mansion as the set for a mini-series that they produced."

"Every room? Even the bedrooms?" Lady Helga asked.

"Everywhere, yes. Bedrooms, bathrooms - even the walk-in closets. You have to look very carefully to spot any of the lenses or microphones, but the coverage is extremely good. Even the outdoor cameras are well concealed. Well, as to hearing your conversations, I have been in that control room, watching and recording the holiday events, so I can have something to remind me of them, until I return to visit them next year. I recorded a lovely session with you playing in the snow with the children. Quite touching. I'll make sure to send you a copy, as well as a copy of our snow play yesterday, with the whole household, including myself, sledding and throwing snowballs."

"How nice of you. And how... convenient," Lady Helga said quietly.

"But I also was able to observe, listen to and record your questioning of my son's servants, so I know that Phil, Bridget and Marie said nothing amiss. I am not afraid of anything the children might tell you, because I have not harmed them in any way. But given the way you have been questioning everyone, I am slightly concerned that you might do something rash, or tell them half-truths, trying to get them to mistrust me. I have never spoken ill of you to any of them. Kindly return that consideration," Lord Karl said.

"Are you implying that I might harm my own children? Can your opinion of me be that low?" Lady Helga hissed, trying to keep her reply quiet enough that Heidi might not overhear it.

"Your own opinion of me doesn't seem to be very high, from the questions you have asked. No, if I feared for their safety, for any reason, I could have an armed guard in here in a matter of seconds. And I am quite certain that you realize that you would lose everything if they were harmed by you. And now you know that nothing anyone might do to them here would go unrecorded. No, your own self interest will prevent you from doing anything to actually harm them. It's as important to you as it is to all of us to ensure that Hans and Heidi are both intact and in good health when the inheritance is settled," Lord Karl said. "I assure you that I am not a danger to them. I've only visited them twice this year, and I even brought my own maid, to attend to my personal needs. I only plan to see them about once a year, between now and when the inheritance is settled."

"Well, I still intend to look at Heidi, for my own peace of mind. You may as well watch while I do it," Lady Helga stated. "Come into my room with us, Heidi."

In the room, she knelt down and spoke to Heidi, trying to ignore that Lord Karl was there, and watching. "Heidi, Mommy needs to check to make sure you're still a virgin. You know what that means?"

"Yes, mommy. Doctor Siefert checked me before I came to this place, an' he showed me with a mirror. I've been good, mommy! I don't let anyone even see me without my panties on, 'cept when I'm at the doctor, or taking a shower. An nobody, not even the school nurse or my doctor here, is allowed to poke anything in my woosies!"

"I'm glad to hear that, dear. So you've been checked before?" Helga asked.

"I wanted to be certain, and have a legal record of it, that she was intact when she left my personal care," Lord Karl answered. "And Miss Cheri checks her once a week, to make sure nothing happened while she was at school."

"Very thorough. Take off your panties and show mommy, Heidi. I won't poke you either," Lady Helga said.

Heidi slipped her white cotton panties off, and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back and parting her slit with her fingers. "See? I gots a little pink string like a bridge over the hole in my woosies, an' it's kinda closed off at the top an' bottom."

"Yes, mommy can see that. A very noticeable hymen. Thank you, dear. Put your panties back on, please," Lady Helga replied. "I'm sorry I had to make you do that."

"It's all right, mommy. Daddy made sure we all unnerstood how important it is that I keep my 'ginity intact. My gym teacher won't even let me try doin' the splits," Heidi said.

"Well, you've seen what you wanted so see. If you want to talk to her in private, go ahead. I'm going to go see what's for dinner," Lord Karl said, as he left the room.

Lady Helga watched him go, then asked Heidi quietly. "Has daddy or Hans or anybody else made you do anything naughty or nasty?"

"No, mommy!" Heidi immediately answered. "Hans an' daddy love me, an' they wouldn't make me do naughty, nasty things." Of course, from Heidi's standpoint, none of the sex stuff that she did with her family was naughty or nasty at all, so she was telling the truth. It wasn't naughty or nasty, it was fun.

"All right. Thank you. Will you help me to carry some presents downstairs? They are in my bags," Lady Helga said, realizing that if Heidi was also going to insist that everything was normal, it was unlikely she would get any admissions of wrongdoing at all. Maybe she was just being overcautious. She got the gifts out of her bag, and gave half of them to Heidi to carry.

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When they got back downstairs, Hans was setting down a wooden Katana that Bren had given him. There was no sign of the wolf boy, but Hazel was still there, playing a board game with Cheri, Taylor and Marie.

"Merry Christmas, children, and to you too, Cheri!" Lady Helga said, as she handed gifts to Hans and Marie, and Cheri. "I am sorry, Miss Taylor, but your gift was left at my husband's mansion, along with the gifts for the other maids."

"That's all right, Mistress. You had no way to know I'd be here. And we head home in just a few days," Taylor replied.

"I'm afraid your gifts are also waiting for you at your home, since we didn't know you would be visiting us here. Oh, and Hazel will be joining us for dinner, mother," Hans said, as he unwrapped his present. "Wow! That's a really nice looking watch! Thank you, mother!"

"It can display two time zones at once. In case you want to keep track of what time it is back home," Lady Helga said.

Cheri and Marie each got a necklace, and Heidi's gift was a stuffed animal, with a bracelet on its paw for Heidi to wear.

"Would you care to take my place in this game, Mistress?" Miss Cheri offered. "I should be getting dinner started."

"Actually, I would like to talk briefly with my son. Hans? Will you talk with me?" Lady Helga replied.

"Yes, mother. We can use my office," Hans said, as he led his mother from the foyer.

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"Hans? Does it bother you to be out here, so far from your family?" Lady Helga asked, once they were in Hans' office.

"I still have Miss Cheri, and Marie, and Heidi. And father's going to send our friend Taylor next Summer. I do miss father, and the maids at home. But I'm making so many new friends here, and the school is very good. Did you know I'm on the wrestling team? I'm one of the top-ranked members of our school's team so far this year. I even got a trophy already, see?" He pointed to a small sports trophy on a shelf above his desk. "And father says he'll either visit us here for Christmas, or pay for us to come home for Christmas, so we'll see him every year."

"You love him very much, don't you?" Lady Helga asked.

"Yes Ma'am. Of course we do. And he loves us, too," Hans said honestly.

"And what about me? I realize I haven't been very available to you, but..." Lady Helga said.

"We love you too, mother! We know you've got a lot you have to be doing, and you can't make headlines climbing mountains if all you get to climb is a pile of snow in your back yard. Mom, I want to show you something that is very precious to me," Hans said, as he opened a drawer and took out a large scrapbook, which he set on the desk in front of his mother.

Lady Helga opened the book, and the first thing she saw was a print of the portrait that Hans had over his mantle in this mansion - a family picture with Lord Karl, Lady Helga, Hans and Heidi, painted from a photograph taken the previous Christmas. She turned the pages slowly, and found page after page of newspaper clippings, printed Internet stories, and CD's, all following her career as a mountaineer. "You... made this?"

"Miss Cheri started it for me, when I was still a baby," Hans replied. "I've been adding to it myself for a couple of years now. There's even some CD's in there with digital movies of your television interviews, and that TV special that did a segment on you last Winter, and both of the World Explorer TV specials that featured your expeditions. You may not be with us in our home, mother. But you're in our hearts, and in our thoughts. We know all about your famous career. We're very proud of you."

Lady Helga choked back a sob, and realized that she was crying. "Thank you, son," she said, hugging him tightly. "You may not have intended it, but you just gave me the best Christmas Present I could have asked for."

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Dinner passed quietly, and shortly after dinner, Lady Helga and Reudi packed their bags, and Phil drove them to the airport.

After they had departed, Hans looked at his father and asked, "Do you think we're all right?"

"Yes, I think so, son. She has her suspicions, but none of you kids said anything to confirm her fears. I'm very proud of you all," Lord Karl replied.

"So Mrs. Bernerholdt doesn't know about what Hans, and Marie, and Cheri and I do together?" Hazel asked.

"No, and it would be wise to leave it that way. You won't encounter her very often, I think. Just treat her with respect, but don't reveal any family secrets to her," Lord Karl replied.

"Yes sir. I'll remember that sir," Hazel replied.

Swiss Mix - Chapter 153

By DoggyStyle57, September 2010

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December 25, 2008 (Thursday, Christmas Day / Night) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

After dinner, once Lady Helga and Reudi were well on their way to the airport, Lord Karl carefully examined the gifts that had been given to Marie, Hans, and especially to Heidi. "Well, these all seem to be nothing unusual," he told the children, as he returned the items to them. "There was a small possibility that Lady Helga might have planted a listening device in the gifts she gave, but if she did, I certainly can find no sign of it. And I have reviewed the security cameras, and I am certain that neither she nor Reudi did anything that might have enabled them to plant a bug or listening device in the mansion. Still, Heidi, it may be best for you to leave that bracelet and stuffed toy in your room, and not bring them with you into anyone else's bedroom. Understood?"

"Yes, daddy. I'll only play with them when I'm in my own room, or doin' things I would do in front of mommy," Heidi said.

"What do you think would happen if she did find out what we do together, father?" Hans asked.

"I think that if she believed she had proof that Heidi, or you Hans, was being 'sexually abused', she would try to take you both into her own custody," Lord Karl replied.

"But why would she try to gain custody?" Hans asked. "She's never wanted us living with her before this. She's never even asked us to visit her mansion."

"If she had full custody of you, and I was discredited, she might be able to claim the entire inheritance and title as Countess for herself, while having me fully disinherited. If my parents died after that happened, she would reign as Countess until you legally become an adult. Then Hans, you would get your inheritance, and you would probably be declared the Count, with Lady Helga as 'Countess dowager', meaning that while she wasn't in charge, she would still have a great deal of authority. Heidi would also get her inheritance when she became an adult," Lord Karl explained.

"Ouch! And I bet that if that happened, she wouldn't stop at just getting you disinherited, right?" Hans asked.

"That remains to be seen. If she pressed formal charges, and tried to get me thrown in jail, the negative publicity and scandal would also harm her public image. She can't afford that, with her book and movie deals in the balance. No, I think that she would just use the information privately as a weapon, to convince my parents to disinherit me," Lord Karl said. "But I don't think we have to worry much, now. Her book, and the movie deal, will capture almost all of her attention for the next few years. And once Heidi turns ten, she can have her divorce, and she will have to forfeit all custody rights to get it. That's in the breeding contract. If she declines to remain my wife, she won't get the title as Countess, and she would have no rights at all in the family, including no rights as your birth mother. It would be the same as any surrogate mother breeding under contract. And I do believe she would prefer to quietly get her divorce, so she can marry Reudi Struder."

"Yeah, he follows her around like a lovesick puppy, doesn't he? So we just have to be careful about what she sees or hears, until Heidi is ten," Hans said. "I think we can do that."

"In all fairness to her, I believe her heart is in the right place. She is merely concerned for your health and happiness. She and I happen to disagree with how to raise you when it comes to personal matters, and quite honestly, the law would agree with her viewpoint. But I am the one who has custody of you, and it's my decision. And yours. Those laws are intended to prevent parents from harming their children, and I would never harm any of you, or force you to do anything distasteful to you. Seriously, I don't want you to think your mother is a terrible person. She really isn't. But her idea of what is right for you would prevent us from enjoying each other's personal attentions the way we do now. So don't give her any reason to think you're doing anything she might disapprove of," Lord Karl said.

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As the household moved on to evening pleasures, Lord Karl took Miss Cheri to her bedroom, and they quietly and passionately made love, just the two of them.

Heidi went to spend the night with Phil and Bridget, quite looking forward to more oral sex with the incestuous sibling couple.

In Hans bedroom, Hazel joined Taylor and Marie in transforming Hans into "Miss Hannah", doing his hair up in pigtails, and dressing the sixth-grade boy up like a 4th grade school girl, in a Saint Lovejoy's girl's school uniform.

Hazel giggled. "You're growing too fast, Miss Hannah! You're adorable as a young girl, but soon you'll be too tall to pass for a girl that young! Well, we will enjoy you this way while we can, right girls?"

"I really love this!" Taylor said. "I haven't seen Hans in a dress since he was being punished with maid duty, and had to dress like a maid all month when he wasn't in school. So, you like this now, Miss Hannah?"

"Well, it is kinda fun," Hannah said, in her feminine voice.

"Wow! You spent a whole month cross-dressing? Was that the first time you ever wore girl's clothes? Come on, Hannah, tell me all about it!" Hazel asked enthusiastically.

"Well, there were a few times, before I came here. The first was when I got caught peeping on father and the maids. Our mansion back home had secret passages connecting the bedrooms, and one-way mirrors that allowed someone in the passages to watch what happened in the bedrooms. I got caught pawing off while watching father fuck Taylor, before I knew she really was my sister," Hannah said. "And it's okay, Taylor. Hazel already knows that Marie is my sister, and she's watched Heidi have oral sex with me."

"Oh? She's your sister too? Cool! How many sisters do you have, Hannah?" Hazel asked.

"The only ones I know about are Heidi, Marie, and Taylor. If there are any others, I haven't met them yet," Hannah said.

"Well, I'm glad you're cool with what we do, Miss Hazel. Kind of figured you must be, for Hans to let you do this sort of play with Marie in the room," Taylor said. "Given how often father fucks his maids, I wouldn't be surprised if other sisters surface eventually. I was the first of his daughters that daddy had sex with, incidentally. I've been his lover for five years now."

"Humph! My daddy won't even let me watch him mating with mommy. They hung a bed sheet curtain between their bed and mine, so I couldn't see," Hazel said. "He says 'mommy won't share him with anybody', and he won't touch me at all."

"Hummm? I wonder if he'd try it with you, if he thought he could keep it from your mommy?" Taylor pondered. "I think most daddies secretly would love to fuck their daughters. Most just don't think they could get away with it."

Hazel touched her panties and realized she was getting wet from thinking about the possibility of her own father fucking her! "Oh! Oh my, I don't know... Well, maybe. Daddy is a pretty nice looking guy. But I wouldn't ever want mommy to be mad with us!"

"Well, we can leave that thought for some other day," Hannah said. "What do you girls want to do tonight?"

"Bend over, Hannah!" Marie said, as she came out of the bathroom already wearing a large, double-ended strap-on dildo. "Or do you need to use the bathroom first? I think we're all going to peg you tonight, before we let you lick us, then fuck us."

"Mummm, that sounds like fun! Got an extra one of those for me?" Taylor asked.

Hannah whimpered quietly like a scared young girl, as she knelt on the bed, tail raised. Then she said with a smile, "Well, okay, but be gentile, huh? I haven't done this very often. I'm only in 4th grade, after all!"

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December 26, 2008 (Friday morning) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

In the morning, Hazel slipped out quietly and went to join Miss Cheri and Lord Karl. She slipped onto their bed and started sucking the adult male until he was awake, and then straddled him and rode his cock, while he licked Cheri to a climax. Then Hazel straddled Lord Karl's muzzle as he fucked Cheri. Then Hazel and Cheri did a '69, licking each other clean while Lord Karl fucked Cheri's asshole.

Meanwhile, Hans was awakened by Taylor sucking him, and then riding his cock, while Marie straddled his face and got licked. Then the two sisters traded places, and Hans licked his own seed out of Taylor while he filled Marie. The two girls relentlessly kept their brother going until he had filled each of them twice, and licked both of them clean each time.

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Bridget brought Heidi to breakfast later that morning. When asked where Phil was, she replied, "Asleep in bed, after this little succubus sucked him off so many times that he didn't want to move, even for breakfast!"

"I let him fuck you too!" Heidi stated in her own defense. "I like licking you after he fucks you, too!"

"And I have to admit you're very good at both efforts," Bridget said. "But you really need to learn to pace yourself. Most of us can't keep up with you! At least not yet. Although I will admit that one benefit of us working here is that Phil seems to be able to cum more times in a row than before. He used to wear out after two or three times, and he's usually good for three to four, now."

"Mating often certainly is good for the stamina," Miss Cheri observed. "We see that with all our maids. Over time, they can keep going much longer."

"Well, I hope that will be true for me, once I'm here full time. Right now, I'm just happy to get so much loving once a week! I've fucked more in the last month than any time in my life!" Hazel said. "I'm really going to love it here. I just know it!"

Swiss Mix - Chapter 154

By DoggyStyle57, September 2010

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December 26, 2008 (Friday Night) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

After dinner, Lord Karl approached Bridget and Phil. "I'll be leaving in just a couple more days. Before I depart, I would like to spend one night with both of you in bed with me, so I can watch you, Phil, fucking your sister, and so Phil and I can double-stuff you, Bridget. Since you two are in my son's service, and not sworn to directly serve me, I am asking this of you as a personal favor, and not making it a command. May I join the two of you in bed tonight?"

Phil and Bridget glanced at each other, then Bridget replied, "We would be honored, Master Karl. Please, do come to our home with us. We will do our best to honor your request."

Cheri, Marie, Taylor and Heidi all converged on Hans, smiling wickedly. "I'd really like another night of us girls doing cosplay with you, Hans," Taylor said. "You wouldn't mind being Miss Hanna for two nights in a row, would you? For me?"

Hans swallowed, and nodded briefly. "All of you? Heidi too?"

"Well, I was gonna stay with Phil an' Bridget, but Daddy wants to play with them. An' I think you look cute as my big sister, too!"

"Well, all right then. Let's go, girls. What do you want me to wear, Taylor?" Hans asked, as they headed for his bedroom.

"Your maid's uniform, please! That brings back happy memories for me, and is how I am used to seeing you cross-dressing," Taylor replied happily.

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In Phil and Bridget's cottage, Lord Karl looked around appreciatively. "Not bad at all, for servant's quarters. Your home here is nicer than the private apartment that my senior maid and her husband share. Very nice."

"I'm almost embarrassed by how much nicer our home is than Miss Cheri's little bedroom in the mansion," Bridget said. "But we do appreciate having a place to retreat to for our own privacy. On our normal schedule, we take care of Heidi here on Friday nights, when Hans, and the other maids, and Miss Hazel, do their cosplay night. And one night a week, we spend the night with Hans and Marie, in Hans bed. But most of the time, we get to live here and sleep with each other, like a happy married couple."

"That, and twice a week we get together with Miss Cheri after the kids are on their way to school," Phil added. "Um, can I offer you a drink, sir? We have some reasonably good wine, that Master Hans gave us from his own selection, and some brandy, and a few other choices."

"What do you two prefer, when you are alone?" Lord Karl asked.

"Usually a glass or two of wine, Master," Bridget replied. "I rather like 'Grey Riesling', a somewhat sweet white wine."

"That would be fine. I will partake of your preferred vintage," Lord Karl replied.

Bridget got the wine, while Phil lit the gas log fire in the fireplace. "Shall we enjoy the wine and some conversation first then, my Lord?"

"Yes, please," Lord Karl said, taking a seat on one end of the couch.

Bridget served the wine, and then sat between Lord Karl and her brother. "Ummm, what should we talk about, Master?"

"Would you mind telling me how you two became lovers?" Lord Karl asked, as he sipped at his wine. "I came rather late to the idea of incest, myself. I had no sisters, no female cousins, not even any nieces to interact with, when I was growing up. And my parents were quite strict and tight-lipped on sexual matters, seeing sex as only acceptable as an activity for selectively breeding new members of their family dynasty. So I didn't have any reason to even consider incest, until one of my maids, who was the mother of Miss Taylor, suggested that I sleep with our illegitimate daughter, and make her one of my maids. What got you started, sleeping with each other? I am curious what it was like for you, to fall in love with your own twin, while you were still children."

"Well, we were born here in Pouncefield, but our parent's weren't," Phil said. "Dad came here because his job required him to transfer to the Pouncefield division. Mom came with him, already 3 months pregnant with us. Apparently, neither of them knew what it was like here, socially, or how sexually active the residents here are. I guess it was quite a shock for them."

"Mom and Dad never really accepted the free-wheeling sexual attitudes of the local residents," Bridget said. "They had always been monogamous, and mostly kept to themselves after moving here, raising us according to their own beliefs, and not allowing us to get out and socialize much. They really freaked out when we were seven, and they found out that a couple of our second-grade classmates were already sexually active!"

"I can imagine that would have been quite an eye opener for them, yes. And quite worrisome if they were raised elsewhere, and monogamous, and didn't agree with the local customs. I did my homework before sending my children here, so it was no surprise to me. Honestly, if it were not for my duties as an aristocrat and heir to a noble household, I'd seriously like to move here myself. It's my kind of town. Do continue," Lord Karl commented.

"Well, father wanted to pull us out of school and home-school us, but by then, money was tight enough that mom had already had to get a full-time job. The company that had moved Dad and his wife here had been bought out by another company a few years earlier, and though that company kept him on, the pay and benefits reduced, and he wasn't getting any more raises. And back in 1998, the local economy here in America was bad enough that no one was paying for cross-country moves for new employees any more. So Mom and Dad were stuck here, and couldn't move us out of the area," Phil said.

"They ended up becoming very strict about what school activities we could attend, and what parties or dances we could go to, who we could date, and whose homes we could visit. They volunteered as chaperones, at a number of dances and activities, and watched us like hawks. And they lectured us incessantly about keeping our virginity intact, and 'saving ourselves for marriage'," Bridget said. "It worked pretty well, from their standpoint. By the time we were 14, we were both still virgins, and neither of us had had more than two dates in a row with any friends. They chased off any boys or girls that looked interested in us. And the few kids that they 'approved of' were as boring and sexless as they were, mostly from other families new to the area."

"Yeah. Neither of us could keep a steady girlfriend or boyfriend. I dated a few girls, but mom and dad were so strict about where we could go and when I had to be home, that it was impossible to do much. And their lectures inhibited us a lot too," Phil said. "But we were still young, and our hormones were working just fine. We were both secretly masturbating a lot."

"But what happened to change it?" Lord Karl asked.

"I came home from a date one night, about thirty minutes past my 'curfew'. We had barely set foot on the porch when Dad came roaring out, and chased my 14 year old boyfriend off, threatening him with a shotgun!" Bridget said. "I had really liked that boy, and he really hadn't done anything wrong at all. The bus we were riding on the way back from the late-afternoon movie we had gone to had gotten a flat tire, and we missed our transfer because of it. But Dad wouldn't give us a chance to say anything in our defense. His irrational actions scared the boy so bad he wouldn't ever date me after that. I cried myself to sleep that night."

"I heard and saw the whole thing, from the living room. So did Mom, and she didn't do a thing about it, other than sending us both straight to bed! It was just so unfair!" Phil said. "Dad wouldn't listen to anyone. He just kept ranting, and was threatening not to allow Bridget to date anyone again until she turned 18. My bedroom was right next to Bridget's, and between her room and our parent's bedroom. I heard Bridget crying that night, and when it seemed like everyone was asleep but the two of us, I slipped into her room, to comfort her."

"I was afraid I'd be a virgin until I moved out when I turned 18," Bridget said. "When Phil slipped into my room, I didn't hear him at all. I was still crying, but was trying to comfort myself by rubbing my clit. I had my eyes screwed shut and was just starting to feel good, when he saw me."

"It was a warm night, and she didn't have her blanket or sheet pulled up. The lights weren't on, but there was plenty of moonlight, so I could see everything," Phil said. "I'd never seen a girl masturbating before. I just sort of stood there, in shock, staring at my sister's sopping wet cunt until she climaxed. I was too stunned to even touch myself, though I got fully erect, and the front of my pajamas looked like a tent."

"After I came, I opened my eyes, and almost screamed, when I saw my brother, lit only by the moonlight that was flooding the room through my two windows. Then I saw the tent in the front of his pajamas, and started giggling hysterically. When I caught my breath, I pointed a girl cream soaked finger at his crotch, and gasped, 'Is that because of me? What are you doing in my room?'. I guess I was sort of in shock myself, because I didn't bother to cover myself, or chase him out," Bridget said.

"I told her, 'I was worried about you. It seemed like you were crying forever. Dad was so mean to you!'," Phil said. "I sat beside her on the bed, as embarrassed as she was, and admitted that yeah, I had gotten turned on by watching her. I also admitted that I masturbated a lot myself, but I hadn't dreamed she ever did that sort of thing. I didn't want her to feel like I thought she was naughty, since I did the same sort of thing myself."

"That got a laugh out of me, and I told him, 'Girls get horny too! And I'm horny right now. I don't wanna be a virgin forever, and I'm so frustrated I could scream.'," Bridget said. "Here we were, both horny and frustrated and scared our wacky parents would never let us find mates. But we did have each other! And then I kissed him, impulsively. Before we stopped to think about the consequences, we were naked and in bed together, and my loving, caring twin brother was ripping through my hymen with the first cock I had ever really seen, other than in a photograph. And I loved it!"

"I only barely had the presence of mind to pull out of her as I was knotting up, and sprayed my seed all over her tummy fur, instead of risking impregnating my twin sister," Phil said. "Then she took my cock into her muzzle, and cleaned me off, and told me to do it again, but slowly, and more gently."

"I'd never sucked a boy or tasted cum before, but I didn't mind, if it was Phil's. My brother fucked me twice more that night, and came in my mouth both times," Bridget said. "We realized that since our parents' bedroom was at the far end of the hall, we could get away with mating in my room, as long as we were fairly quiet. And we agreed we wanted to do it again, a lot! Then we cleaned up the mess, and shared a shower, and he went back to his bed."

Bridget looked over at Lord Karl, and smiled. "Shortly after that, I made a point of doing the splits in gym class, and then screamed and scratched myself with my claws, so it seemed I had torn my hymen in class. The school nurse was happy to tell my parents that I had lost my hymen in a non-sexual gym incident, even though she almost certainly realized it wasn't true. She'd seen that I never had any boyfriends for long, and how unhappy and frustrated I seemed to be. And now you have a tent of your own, Master! Shall I help you with that?"

"Yes, please! And thank you both for a most erotic and touching story. That was just wonderful!" Lord Karl said.

They went to the bedroom, and Karl asked Phil to get on his back and start to fuck his twin sister. Then Lord Karl knelt behind the girl, and lubed her butt, before thrusting his own cock up her ass while her brother was still fucking her. "Thank you both, for a most entertaining evening!" he said, as Lord Karl and Phil both flooded Bridget with their seed, tied front and rear by their knots.

"Thank you, Master, for you and your son giving us a home where we can be a couple, without fear," Bridget replied.

Swiss Mix - Chapter 155

By DoggyStyle57, September 2010

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December 26, 2008 (Friday Night) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

In Hans Bedroom, Cheri, Marie and Taylor were having fun trying to see just how much they could make Hans look like an adult female.

"Hummm, the maid uniform would still be nice, but I think one of the red baby-doll nighties would make our Miss Hannah look the oldest," Miss Cheri suggested. "Heidi? Go back to my room, and look in the second dresser drawer down on the left side. Near the front of the drawer, by my padded bras, is a pair of C-cup sized false breasts. I use them sometimes when I need to do a lot of driving, and don't want to be mistaken for a joy-riding child. Bring those, and the black bra that is folded right next to them. And also, from my top right drawer, get all the strands of faux pearls you can find. There should be six or seven of them."

"Yes Miss Cheri!" Heidi said, zipping out of the room.

"Pearls?" Marie said with a smile. "Mother, are you thinking what I think you are?"

"If you suspect that I am trying to copy Lady Helga's hairstyle, you are correct, my dear," Miss Cheri replied to her daughter.

"You're making him look like his mom? Ohhhh, wicked!" Taylor said with a grin. "That's way more fun than my maid uniform idea."

Heidi returned rather rapidly with the requested items. "Here you go!"

"Thank you, dear. Now, why don't you relax on the bed while we do Hannah's hair and makeup?" Cheri suggested. "There's not enough room around your brother for you to help with that."

"Okay!" Heidi said, as she left the bathroom.

Taylor and Cheri braided Hans, hair, putting the boy's hair into French Braids, and weaving in the strands of fake pearls as they did the braiding.

As they did that, Marie did her brother's makeup, trying to match the eye shadow and lipstick color that Lady Helga had worn on her visit.

Marie finished first, and went into Hans closet to get the red baby-doll nightie, and matching red stockings, white garters, and some rather extreme red high heeled shoes, with six inch heels. They dressed Hans as soon as his hair was done, but didn't let Hans look at himself in the mirror yet.

"Well? How do I look?" Miss Hannah said, in her feminine voice. Hans had gotten quite good now at switching from his normal voice to his girl voice, at will.

"Judge by your little sister's reaction," Miss Cheri said with a smile. "Just walk into the bedroom, and don't say anything."

Miss Hannah sauntered into the room, where Heidi had already stripped off all her clothes, and was curled into an almost impossibly tight ball, eagerly fingering and licking at her own clit, and trying to get her little nubbin to give her an 'aroused' reaction. So far, it only tingled a little, though she liked the taste. It was nothing like what the older girls said it was like for them. Then she saw a shadow cross the bed, looked up, her eyes went wide, and she shrieked "Ohmigod! Mommy! What are... I wasn't! It's not what it looks like! Ohhhh nooo!" as she crawled all the way to the headboard on her back and bumping her head, on all fours, trying to get away.

Miss Hannah's laughter cut Heidi off in mid-apology. "Oh, my! Do I really look that much like her? This I have to see! Let me get to a mirror." She turned rapidly and walked to the full-length mirror by the closets. "Wow! I really do look like mother, don't I?"

"Hans? God in heaven, you scared the crap out of me!" Heidi said, as she caught her breath and looked more closely at her cross-dressed big brother. "Geeze! Yeah, you really do. You're not quite as tall, even with those heels on, an' she's got bigger titties, but not much. I bet you'd even make daddy do a double-take."

"And we're all gonna bugger her image!" Taylor said, as she tightened the harness on her strap-on dildo, after seating the inward facing dildo deep in her own slit. "Bend over 'Lady Helga'! And we'll all show you our 'respects'!"

"Eeep!" Hannah yipped. "H-hey, don't go too rough, okay?"

"What do I get to do?" Heidi asked. "I can't wear that thing Taylor has on. Not the way part of it pokes inside her."

"How about if you do for me what you did for father a couple nights ago, when we all buggered him? Lay on your back, with your head at the foot of the bed, and I'll lick you while you suck me," Hannah suggested.

"And while we bugger you?" Marie asked, fastening her own strap-on in place. "Sounds good. But don't drain him dry, Mistress Heidi. Each of us will want him to fuck us, too, and you can lick your big brother's cream out of all three of us."

"Goody!" Heidi said, as she flopped on her back on the bed and opened her muzzle wide for her big brother. "Come on, yummy brother!"

"Miss Taylor can go first," Miss Cheri recommended. "Marie? Would you like to warm up by using that on me?" Cheri asked, as she laid on her back beside Heidi, and spread her thighs invitingly for her daughter.

"Okay, mother!" Marie said. She got on the bed beside Hans and Heidi, and guided her strap-on into her own mother's slit.

Hans stuffed his cock into their little sister's mouth, and started licking her. "Mummm, that's so good, sweetheart! Make 'mommy' happy! I'm ready, Miss Taylor," Hans said, as he raised his tail higher.

Miss Taylor applied lube to her little brother's butt, and eased her dildo into Hans' ass, then started rapidly humping him from behind. "Here you go, 'Lady Helga'! You wanted to know what we do with each other? Well, have a taste of it for yourself!"

"Mummmm, you are such a good girl, Marie! I am glad that I finally saw things your way," Miss Cheri told her daughter, before looking over at Hans. "See, 'Lady Helga'? See what a fine bunch of happy sluts we all are, including yourself! Does that big Saint Bernard of yours stuff you with his big cock? I hope that he does, Mistress! I really hope he reams you hard and fast."

Miss Hanna shivered as he came in his little sister's mouth. "Drink it all up, sweetheart. Drink mommy's 'milk'!" then he sighed. "Though while I can believe that mother is getting stuffed by Reudi on a regular basis, I just can't see her doing stuff like this with us. I think she'd die before even considering having sex with Heidi or myself."

"But what of you, Miss Hannah? You have had sex with your father. Would you mate with your mother, as Marie is doing with me?" Cheri asked, then paused as an orgasm swept over her. "Oh, very good, chere Marie! You are so nice to your mother!"

"I really don't know," Hans said, as Taylor pulled out and Marie took her place. "Uhf! Careful, sis! That one's kinda big!" he said as his butt got filled again. "If she wanted to, I guess I would. I wouldn't force her or trick her into it, though. I never really considered it, though. She's just not someone who seems likely to mate with her own kid."

"One could have said that of me, as well," Cheri said, as she turned over and allowed Taylor to ream her tail hole. "But a few months ago, I would not have dreamed of doing what we do tonight. People change. Maybe even your mother will change?"

"It's been a while since I did you, Miss Cheri," Taylor said. "You were the one who taught me to enjoy anal sex. I'm so glad you did!"

"You taught her?" Hannah asked, coming up for air after licking his little sister's cunny some more. "Did you know she was one of father's daughters, when you did that?"

"No, Master Hans. I was told she was just a new maid candidate, roughly ten years old, and that Master wanted her trained to do anal before he took her virginity. I thought that your father, her mother, and Miss Taylor were just role playing that she was his daughter. I also role-played as Master Karl's daughter that weekend. I did not find out that she was your sister until well after we had moved here."

"I hope you can forgive us for that," Taylor said honestly, kissing Cheri from behind. "I already knew, but mom and dad said it was very important that everyone else believed I was just another maid, and not really his daughter."

"I do forgive you, Miss Taylor. Yes, I understand why your mother agreed to you being a maid, and the reasons for secrecy. It is well that you will be joining us next Summer. You will be safer and happier here," Cheri said, reaching back to finger herself so she could cum again.

Hannah moaned and filled his little sister's throat with his cream again, and shortly after that Miss Cheri got up, and strapped on her own dildo, to ream the boy properly. While she did that, Marie and Taylor cleaned off their strap-ons, and put them away, then started to 69 with each other while they waited for Miss Cheri to have enough of pegging her Master.

When they were done, Hans excused himself and walked, weak-kneed, to the bathroom, to clean up, and to give his butt a few minutes to recover and close up. Then he came back out, and fucked both Taylor and Marie, finishing with Cheri, as Heidi followed behind him and licked her big brother's cream out of each of the older girls.

"When can I try something up my butt?" Heidi asked, as they took the pearls out of Miss Hannah's hair, and showered together afterward.

"Soon, little one," Miss Cheri said. "It should not be much longer before you mature enough to have an orgasm. Then we will see about your anal training."

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December 27, 2008 (Saturday Morning) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

The next day, Heidi woke her brother with a blow job, as usual, and then Hans again fucked Miss Cheri, and each of his other sisters.

At breakfast, Miss Bridget was walking a bit stiffly, because both Lord Karl and her brother had taken turns reaming her ass this morning, each male cumming twice in her butt.

"Well, today is our last full day here," Lord Karl said regretfully. "Taylor and I fly back tomorrow, at eleven AM."

"Well, I think we should all have an orgy tonight then, father," Hans suggested. "Since it's our last night together."

"I was kind of hoping to spend tonight with Phil and Bridget," Taylor stated. "I still think I can make them cum five times each, in one night!"

Phil looked at Bridget, who nodded slightly. "We'll take you up on that, Miss Taylor. But I think I'm going to need a long nap this afternoon, to rest up for that marathon!"

Swiss Mix - Chapter 156

By DoggyStyle57, September 2010

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December 27, 2008 (Saturday Night) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

After having an early evening meal, Taylor went with Bridget and Phil to their cottage for the evening, while Lord Karl, Hans, Cheri, Marie and Heidi went to Hans bedroom.

"So, what shall we do tonight?" Miss Cheri asked.

"How about this?" Hans suggested. "Father and I will mate with you and Marie, trading off each time we fill you, so we each mate with each of you two times. Each time we pull out, you collect the cream from Marie, and she collects it from you. When we're done, you drink the four loads of cream that came out of Marie, and she drinks the four loads that came out of you." He was holding two eight-ounce wine glasses that he had brought up with them from the kitchen.

"But what about me? Don't leave me out!" Heidi complained.

"You, my darling daughter, can lick your brother and I clean each time we pull out, and while Miss Marie and Miss Cheri are collecting their glasses full of cream for each other. And when they have had their drink, you can suck off your brother and I," Lord Karl said.

"Okay, I guess that works," Heidi said. "And I guess I can try licking myself while you and big brother are mating with Cheri and Marie."

"You can lick yourself?" Lord Karl asked. "I knew you were flexible, but I didn't think you were that good of a contortionist. I'd like to see that, while we mate with the older girls. Get up at the top of the bed, and show me how well you do that, sweetheart."

"Haven't I shown you that trick yet, daddy?" Heidi said, as she stripped off her clothes and got up by the pillows. "Watch this, daddy!" The seven year old positioned herself like she was about to do a forward roll, with her legs spread almost in splits to the sides. But instead of rolling forward, she kept tucking her head lower and lower between her legs, until tail was pointed at the ceiling, the back of her head was flat against the mattress under her own hips, and her nose was touching her cunny! Her shoulders were all the way past her thighs, and she rested her upper arms on the underside of her thighs, and parted her petals with both hands, before taking a lick the full length of her own slit.

"Amazing!" Lord Karl said. "It looks almost as if there should be two of you, One laying under the other. Just stay like that, sweetheart! Your brother and I will come to you to get licked off each time."

"It will be most interesting when she begins to have orgasms," Miss Cheri observed. "Once she can lick herself to a climax, we may never get her to uncurl again!" She laid on her back, with her head near one of Heidi's feet, and spread her thighs invitingly. "Mate with me, Master! Fill your maid well, while our children fill each other beside us."

Marie laid on her back beside her mother, saying, "Come and get me, brother dear! Fuck me silly right, next to my mom! And then go fuck her, too!"

Lord Karl eased into his beloved maid, and started slowly stroking in and out of her tight little slit, marveling that she still looked no more than twelve years old, though in truth she was twice that age. "My wonderful, perpetual child lover. It pains me to know we must part soon, but I am glad my son will continue to keep you satisfied."

Hans got atop his sister and slid into her moist depths, humping eagerly. "I love you so much, sis! I'm so lucky that my sisters are so wonderful and loving."

Both Hans and Lord Karl took their time on the first go around, savoring their mate and watching little Heidi's lewd show at the head of the bed. Hans was the first to pop, flooding his sister, and then, as she collected his cream in a glass for her mother, Hans crawled between Cheri and Marie and stuck his cock in his littlest sister's mouth, for her to suck him clean. "That's great, Heidi! Thank you," he said, pulling out and making room for his father.

Lord Karl stuffed his cock into his youngest daughter's mouth with obvious satisfaction on both their parts, closing his eyes as she sucked him clean. "Very good, dear. That's enough for now, or daddy won't be able to fill Miss Cheri and Miss Marie as many times as we want to this evening."

By the time Lord Karl started fucking Marie, Hans was already humping happily into her mother, and enjoying 'sloppy seconds', although Cheri had already drained off most of Lord Karl's seed into a glass for her daughter. "Make sure she climaxes at least once before you release, son," Lord Karl said. "A gentleman always tries to satisfy his partners. That's very important."

"Yes sir," Hans replied, slowing his pace a little. "I try to do that, father."

"Ummmm, I love the way you feel inside me, daddy!" Marie said, as she kissed her father. "I wish you didn't have to go so soon."

"And I love mating with you as well, my darling Marie. But I must return to my duties, and if I remained here, you'd all be much too distracted, and get no rest at all."

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In their cottage, Bridget and Phil were in a three-way oral 'daisy chain' with Miss Taylor. They had each already climaxed once, and on that earlier pass, Bridget had been sucking her brother, while Phil licked Taylor, and Taylor licked Bridget. Now Taylor was sucking Phil, while Phil licked his sister Bridget's cunt, and Bridget licked Taylor's slit. They kept at it until Phil moaned and filled Taylor's young muzzle, both girls already having experienced a second orgasm.

"Whew! Give me a few minutes to recover!" Phil said. "Would anyone like something to drink? Some wine, perhaps?"

"I'll take a small glass, dear," Bridget replied, as she licked Taylor's juices off her muzzle.

"Do you have any soda pop?" Taylor asked. "I don't really drink much alcohol. Daddy's given me some Champaign now and then, but I'm still too young to drink booze, really."

"How about some orange cream soda?" Phil offered.

"Perfect!" Taylor replied.

They sat on the couch in front of the fireplace, with Phil between his sister and Miss Taylor, as the two adults sipped their wine, and Taylor drank her soda pop.

"Have you always been this insatiable, Miss Taylor?" Phil asked. "How often do you normally have sex at home?"

"No, not really," Taylor replied. "When I first got sexually active, I could only get sex once a month, and between those monthly weekends, I could hardly even dare masturbate. I was in a boarding school, and would have easily gotten caught."

"So you built up to it?" Bridget asked.

"Yes. When I became a maid, Master Karl started summoning me three times a week. Then it became four times a week, and then five... Over the last five years, several older maids retired or transferred elsewhere, and daddy didn't always hire new ones. He just summoned me more often, or added me to nights when he had another maid as well. Now I sleep with daddy at least once a day, and sometimes twice a day. Sometimes he also fucks my mom, or another maid, and sometimes it's just me and daddy. And on Saturdays, my mommy's husband, Redd, fucks me too, in a four-way with mommy and daddy and me!"

"So your mother is also one of Lord Karl's maids? Like Miss Cheri is?" Phil asked.

"Yes. She's his senior maid, now. But between you and me, I think that once daddy sends me here, he won't be mating with my mother very often. She's thirty four, now, and that's pretty old for Master Karl's preferences. I think the only reason he keeps her in his bed is because she lets me mate with him, and she mates with him while she's preggers, and she keeps getting preggers with new kids for him to eventually seduce."

"I see. Well, thinking about you doing all that sex with your father certainly has me hard again. Ready for another round?" Phil said.

"Sure! You fuck me next, while I'll lick your sister, and then she and I can trade places for round four!" Taylor said gleefully, grabbing Phil by the cock and hauling him off to the bedroom for more sex.

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Back in Hans' bedroom, Karl and his son were just finishing round four. They had each fucked Cheri twice, and fucked Marie twice, and Heidi had licked both of them clean four times each. Now Heidi stood between her father and her brother, avidly watching Miss Cheri and Miss Marie, as they stood facing each other, and each holding a glass of cum in their hands. Each glass held about half a cup of Lord Karl's and Hans' semen.

Marie tapped her glass against her mother's. "Bottoms up, mom!" she said, as she tipped up the glass, and swallowed the glass of her father's and brother's cream, that had been collected from her own mother's cunt.

"To our Masters, long may they love us both," Miss Cheri said, taking the glass of semen that had been collected from her daughter's cunt, and drinking it, knowing that it was her daughter's own father and brother who had produced this creamy collection.

They gave each other a French kiss afterward, then showed their Masters their empty mouths.

"My turn!" Heidi said with a smile, as she engulfed her big brother's cock greedily.

"Ohhh, that's it, sis! Suck me off, Heidi!" Hans said, closing his eyes halfway and watching as his youngest sister deep-throated his big cock.

"There's a good girl!" Lord Karl said. "Daddy's so proud of you! Drink your brother's load, and then do the same for daddy!"

Heidi swallowed several times, her tail wagging happily, before she released her brother and gave her father the same treatment.

"Wow. That looks so hot, sis!" Hans said, as he moved between Cheri and Marie, kissing both of them slowly while watching his little sister fellate their father.

When they were done, Miss Cheri took Heidi back to Heidi's own room to sleep, then came back so Lord Karl, Hans, Cheri and Marie could remain curled up together for the remainder of the night. "Sleep well, Masters. Tomorrow begins a new day."

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January 5, 2009 (Monday Morning) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern Switzerland

About a week after his return to Switzerland, Lord Karl was in his private office, catching up on his business paperwork, when the phone on his desk rang. The caller ID indicated it was the guard station at the front gate. "This is Lord Karl. What is it?"

At the guard station, an all black wolf with red eyes looked out at the car at the gate, and then said quietly into the phone. "Sorry for the intrusion, sir. This is Nikolai Kalishav, at the East gate. There's... a lawyer out here sir. And he doesn't have an appointment."

"Did he say what he wants?" Lord Karl asked, cautiously.

"Er, yes sir. That is why I called. He said it is a matter of some delicacy, regarding the fate of two children. He says he is here representing the children's mother," Nikolai said. "What would you have me do, sir?"

Lord Karl paused for several minutes, then said. "Escort him to my Estate office. The one I use for meetings with the outdoor staff. Take your time getting there. Remain there with him. Allow him to speak to no one else, until I arrive."

"Sir! Yes sir!" the Russian wolf snapped. He disconnected the call and slipped the sling of his automatic rifle over his shoulder. Then he stepped outside. "Rauf! You have command of the post," he said, as he wheeled a motocross-grade motorcycle up to the driver's side door of the lawyer's car. "You are to follow me, sir. Master Karl will meet you shortly."

===

As soon as he hung up the phone, Lord Karl punched a number he had on speed dial.

The person on the other end picked up immediately. "Yes sir?"

"Victor? Drop everything and come to my office. Now. Your professional services are required. You may be about to earn that huge retainer I pay you every month," Lord Karl said.

"Yes sir. Will fifteen minutes suffice?" said the high-priced lawyer on the other end of the line, as he placed his papers in a briefcase, and started pulling on a coat.

"Make it ten, and I'll pay for any speeding tickets," Lord Karl said.

Swiss Mix - Chapter 157

By DoggyStyle57, September 2010

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January 5, 2009 (Monday Morning) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern Switzerland

In Lord Karl's Estate office, a rather meek-looking young greyhound was seated in the guest chair, nervously sipping at some coffee and glancing back at the black wolf that was standing at parade rest by the exterior door, rifle over his shoulder, and as motionless and uncommunicative as a statue. Though his uniform was that of a private security guard, his demeanor was pure military, and he looked decidedly deadly and capable.

The motorcycle-riding wolf had escorted him on a rather long, though admittedly quite beautiful, curving loop across the Estate, going through several densely wooded areas and past a pristine lake, before arriving at the large, well-kept mansion. By the time they got to the Estate, the lawyer was quite lost, and had no clue how many miles into the estate the mansion might actually be. All he knew for certain was that he couldn't hear the traffic on the busy highway at the main gate, at all.

Aside from indicating that the lawyer was to enter a particular door and wait for Lord Karl's arrival, and asking the lawyer politely if he wanted any coffee, the wolf hadn't said a word. The lawyer had settled for sipping his coffee, and waiting in silence.

When Lord Karl entered the room from the interior door, Nikolai Kalishav snapped to attention, and saluted like a military officer when a General entered the room. "Sir! Will there be anything further required of me, sir?"

"No, you may return to your post, Nikolai. Carry on, and well done," Lord Karl said calmly.

"Sir! Yes Sir!" The wolf said, Snapping another sharp salute and leaving at once.

As the sound of the guard's motorcycle receded into the distance, the lawyer stood to introduce himself. "You would be Lord Karl von Bernerholdt, I presume? I am Simon Norling, of the Baxter, Norling and Krupp law offices, in Munich, Germany. I thank you for agreeing to see me on such short notice."

"Yes, I am Lord Karl. I do hope you have not been kept waiting too long? May I present my own attorney..." He turned and made a brief hand gesture, and a six foot, three inch tall Rottweiler in an expensive business suit stepped in from the hall.

Before Lord Karl could complete the introduction, Simon gasped, and said, "My God! V-victor Kaptur? Forgive my outburst, but y-your attorney is... is Victor Kaptur? It is an extreme honor, sir, to meet you in person!"

"Ah, you know him, then?" Lord Karl said quietly.

"My Lord, surely you jest? Who in my profession in all of Europe does not know of Mister Kaptur? We study his career in law school, sir. Why, I even wrote my own Master's Thesis on a study of one of his cases! Sir, I pray that I have not interrupted preparations for some important case you are working on for Lord Karl von Bernerholdt?"

"How flattering. Thank you. A pleasure to meet you too, I am sure. Perhaps, when we are done with the business at hand, you can tell me which of my cases interested you so much," Victor said, in a calm, clear voice that sounded like a professional broadcaster or orator. "But no, you interrupted nothing. I came here because of your arrival."

"F-for... my arrival? But, My Lord, did you know I was coming in advance, then? Surely it hasn't been much more than a quarter of an hour since I asked at the gate to see you. H-how could you... Does Mister Kaptur live here, that he was so available to your needs?" Simon asked.

"The Bernerholdt Foundation has him on retainer. He lives in town. Now, you, on the other hand, have come quite some distance. Shall we get down to the business at hand? Please, tell me what urgent business brings you here, from as far away as Munich, and without an appointment?" Lord Karl asked.

"Yes, yes. Forgive me. To business then." He set his briefcase on his knees, and looked from Lord Karl to Victor Kaptur, and back to Lord Karl. "I am here on behalf of the mother of two young children, in a case involving the parental custody or guardianship rights pertaining to those two children."

"Indeed? And why is that mother not with you, to present her claims herself?" Victor asked, gesturing with one hand to Lord Karl for the noble Lord to remain silent and let his Lawyer deal with the situation. "Is that not customary in a custody case?"

"I am afraid that would be impossible, sir. I regret to inform you both that the mother is deceased," Simon replied.

"She's what?" Lord Karl said, unable to contain himself. "You are certain of this? When did this happen? How did she die?"

"A thousand apologies for distressing you, sir! I fear she died on New Year's Eve, in an automobile accident in Munich. She was killed by a drunk driver."

"My God..." Lord Karl said. "But then, why are you here, other than to inform us of her untimely demise? Why would the guardianship of the children be in question?"

"Because of her will, sir. And a lack of any clear family members who could take care of her two daughters," Simon said.

"Wait! TWO Daughters? Not a son and a daughter?" Victor asked. "I think we are talking at cross purposes here. What is the name of the deceased mother? Why does her death involve my client?"

"My apologies again, sirs. The woman's name was Gretta Kurtz. She was a resident of Munich, working as a barmaid there. Her two girls, Karin and Sandra, are nine years old, and the name of their father was never legally determined. Her will stated that we should look in her safe deposit box for any final amendments. We looked in that safe deposit box, and yes, there was an amendment to her will there, duly signed and notarized, though not produced by my offices. I have a copy of her will, and the amendment, in my case, for you. We also found two sealed envelopes. This envelope is one of them, and is addressed to you. It remains sealed, sir."

Simon offered the sealed envelope to Lord Karl, but Victor took it instead, looked it over carefully, and opened it. After glancing at the contents, Victor passed it to Lord Karl, saying, "Not a summons or subpoena, sir. Appears to be a personal letter, hand written, and a photograph."

"I will not try to trick your client, sir," Simon said defensively, as Lord Karl read the letter. "The other envelope in the safe deposit box was addressed to her two daughters, Karin and Sandra. It included one of your business cards, and a letter instructing them that if any tragedy ever took her from them before they became of age as adults, that they should seek you out, and apply for a 'Maid Scholarship'. It did not explain why, or what that was, but she did entreat them to trust you implicitly. I presume that you knew her well, sir?"

"Be careful how you answer that," Victor warned quickly.

Lord Karl had finished looking at the letter, and was now looking at the photograph, which was apparently several years old. "The letter and photograph are sufficient as a reminder. I would not say that I knew here well, no. In fact, I had quite forgotten about her. But we had met, yes, some ten years ago, roughly. I was on business in Munich, interviewing candidates for the Bernerholdt Foundation's scholarship program. Do I need to explain that to you?"

"I have done some homework before approaching you, sir. I know it is a vocational scholarship program for young girls, and that it seems to cover boarding school as well as training to be a domestic servant, and offers a college scholarship upon completion," Simon replied.

"Just so. As it happened, I met Miss Kurtz on one of those trips, and offered a maid scholarship to her, even though, at sixteen as I recall, she was at the high end of the age range that we normally accept for new candidates. She considered the offer, but in the end declined. I never saw her or heard from her since that time. The business card you mentioned must be one that I gave her when we were introduced," Lord Karl replied.

"Well, you may have forgotten her, sir, but it seems you made quite an impression in her mind," Simon replied. "Sufficient that she stated in the amendment to her will that if she died, and if her girls were accepted in your maid program, that she wished you to be granted full guardianship over her children."

"That is a requirement for our program, yes. Since the children come from all over the world, and live for six years or more either at my mansion or the mansion of one of several other sponsoring noble households, we need full guardianship rights, to care for them properly," Lord Karl replied. "They are nine, you say? We normally don't accept candidates less than ten years old."

"They will be ten in another month, sir," Simon replied. "Can you make an exception? They are in a foster home temporarily, but have nowhere to go."

"I think we could. My senior maid and her husband have a spare bedroom in their apartment. I could ask them to supervise and care for the girls until they are old enough. Yes. How can I turn down their mother's dying request? My foundation exists to help such girls, and to give them a career and an education. Victor will go over the paperwork with you. And I will talk to Karla and Redd, and have them prepare the bedroom for the girls.

===

Later that afternoon, Victor sat alone in the office with Lord Karl. Simon had left with the signed application forms, to discuss the matter with the German authorities, and the two orphans.

"So, you met this girl ten years ago on a road trip, and now her nine year old daughters are given into your care in her will?" Victor stated. "Does she say they are yours?"

"Her letter said that several people could have been their father. She was a barmaid, and under-age for the work she was doing. She didn't want to call attention to herself. She never sought to prove who the real father was. And she made no claim in writing that I was their father, no. Are they? Not that I will legally claim. Could they be? I don't know. I suppose I shall have to get Doctor Siefert to test them, to be certain. All you need to know is that I will care for them as I do all my maids. And I won't publicly claim them as anything other than maids."

"As you wish, my Lord. As long as the German authorities don't ask for the paternity test results, it's your own private business. Good day sir," Victor replied.

===

January 9, 2009 (Friday afternoon) - Bern International Airport, Bern Switzerland

Lord Karl and his chauffeur, Redd, personally met Karin and Sandra at the airport, taking custody of them from the German social worker who had escorted them to Switzerland.

"I must say, your custody application was processed in record time, Lord Bernerholdt," the female German Shepherd stated. "But everything seems to be in order. Take good care of them. They seem to be a very sweet and trusting pair, but naturally, they are still in mourning for their mother."

"I can promise you they will get as much care, love and affection as any of my own children," Lord Karl replied. Then he got on one knee and addressed the two Bernese girls that were hiding behind the social worker's skirts, and peeking around her at him. "Hello there, young ladies! I am very sad for the reason that you have come to be with me. What I remember of your mother was that she was a very nice young woman. Are you ready to come and live in my mansion, with my other maids? This nice fox is my chauffeur, Mister Redd Brushtail, and you'll be staying in his apartment, with his wife and daughter, at first. They have a four year old girl, named Catherine, who would love having two older girls to play with!"

"Yes sir. Thank you for taking us in, sir," Karin said quietly. She was the taller of the two, and both girls were wearing nametags.

"Yes, thank you, sir. And thank you too, sir," Sandra said, first to Karl and then to Redd, before hugging their escort. "Bye bye, Miss Kelli! We... we'll be okay. Mister Bernerholdt looks like a really nice man."

Swiss Mix - Chapter 158

By DoggyStyle57, September 2010

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January 9, 2009 (Friday afternoon) - Bern Switzerland

The two orphaned Berner girls didn't have much baggage to worry about. Most of Sandra and Karin's clothes, toys, books and other possessions had been shipped to Lord Karl's mansion directly. So all the girls had to worry about was a carry-on bag for each of them, containing a change of clothes, some books, and their most precious possession, a photo album with pictures of themselves and their mother, that the social workers had helped them to compile. They sat on either side of Lord Karl in the limo, with their bags at their feet, as Redd drove them out of the airport.

"Well... I guess we go home with you now, Herr Bernerholdt?" Sandra asked.

"Not yet," Lord Karl replied. "First, we are going to get new dresses for both of you, so you can dress properly for dinner tonight. I'm sure that you have some nice things in the luggage that was sent to my mansion ahead of you, but much of that needs to be cleaned first. Besides, this day starts a new life for you, and that deserves a new dress!"

"R-really? Karin said. "That's so very nice of you, sir."

"It is a minor thing for me. When you formally start in the maid program after you turn ten, you will be provided with maid uniforms. Until then, I will provide suitable clothes and school uniforms for you," Lord Karl replied.

"Um, do you have any children of your own, Sir? Will we get to meet them and play with them?" Karin asked.

"My wife and I have two children," Lord Karl replied. "My son, Hans, is eleven, and my daughter, Heidi is seven. But they are overseas right now, attending school in America, as Exchange students. You probably won't get to meet them until next Christmas, if they come here for the holidays that year."

"Oh. But there's other children there to meet and play with?" Karin asked hopefully.

"Several, and more will be coming in the next year. There's nine maids right now in the scholarship program, between the ages of ten and sixteen, and four other maids who are adults now, all graduates of my program who chose to remain with me. And then there's Redd here, who is my chauffeur. He's married to my senior maid, Karla. Redd and Karla have a daughter named Catherine, who is four, and Karla is pregnant right now with twins. There's also two other maid candidates who will be starting about the same time you will be, in May. Both will be ten by then, and one is from America, while the other is from England."

"Ummmm, Sir? Where is Mrs. Bernerholdt? And will you be adopting us?" Sandra asked.

"My wife and I are separated. Her name is Lady Helga von Alpenstock, but you will rarely see her, if ever. As for adopting you as my own children, not as such, no. Formally adopting you as my children would be very difficult, since I am an aristocrat, and heir to a large estate," Lord Karl replied. "But I am formally your legal guardian now. If you want to call me 'daddy', as you might call a foster father, I would be honored. But I won't be changing your legal name to Bernerholdt. I want you both to honor your mother, and retain her name. I will be your guardian until you turn eighteen, and you will have a secure place as one of my maid trainees, and after that as one of my maids, for as long as you desire to remain with me."

"But... are you our daddy, Herr Bernerholdt? Really our daddy? Is that why mommy insisted we should be sent to you, and why her last letter to us insisted we should trust you and obey you as much as we did her?" Karin asked. "We look like you. We're all Bernese. Are you our real daddy?"

"All Bernese look very similar, so that means little. It's true that your mother and I are both purebred Bernese, as are both of you. And if I had gotten her pregnant when I briefly knew her, for just one week back in 1998, then you would be the right age to be the children of that breeding. Legally, however, your mother did not choose to make that claim. Because of my family inheritance, I could not claim a child born to someone I was not married to, and she knew that. I'm sorry, but that is just how it is," Lord Karl said.

"But still... you might be, is that it?" Sandra asked. "Even if you can't legally say so, 'cause you're married to someone else?"

"Honestly? I don't know yet," Lord Karl said. "Yes, you might really be my daughters. Your mother and I did mate, so I suppose it is possible, though at the time I had assumed she was using birth control. But she never contacted me, after that one week while I was in Munich on business. Not even just to let me know she was pregnant. I don't know why. If it makes you feel better to believe, privately between us, that I may be your real father, go ahead. I will say this, though. I do love and care for all my maids, as much as I love my legally born children. You will be cared for, and well educated, quite probably better than anything your mother could have provided for you as a barmaid."

"I guess we should consider ourselves very lucky then, sir," Karin said.

"No, I wouldn't think I was 'lucky', if I had just lost my mother, at your age," Lord Karl replied. "You've been through a terrible tragedy, and I understand that. From what I understand, your mother worked very hard to provide for the two of you, all on her own. And she seems to have done a very good job raising you both. I understand your grades are good, and I can see your manners are very good. I don't intend to try to replace her in your hearts, nor will I ask you to forget her. In fact, I want you to tell me about her, and to keep her picture in your rooms. Do that, and try to do as I say, and for my part I will do what I can to make your future a bright one."

Sandra leaned against Lord Karl, and said. "Thank you... daddy."

===

After shopping for new dresses, and buying two each for the girls, Redd drove his Master and the new children back to the mansion. "I'll take your bags to my apartment," Redd told the children. "My wife and I have a bedroom set up there for you, though we didn't unpack your personal things. For now, I believe Master Karl wants to show you around."

The girls got out of the limo, both dressed in knee-length scarlet dresses, and just stared at the mansion.

"Ohmigod! It's HUGE! Gee, no wonder you need so many maids! How big is your family, sir?" Karin exclaimed.

"It's awesome!" Sandra said, in a hushed voice. "And is that a whole playground I see over there? Is this for real?"

"This is one of several mansions that my family owns. Really, it's only about the third best among them. My parent's is better, as is the one my eldest brother used to live in. Right now, it's just me, and my staff, who live here. And you, now. This is your home too now," Lord Karl replied. "And yes, of course I have a playground, with so many young girls living here. And a soccer field, and a lake to swim in. We have our own school bus for taking the children to school, too. Mister Redd will be your bus driver. Now, come with me."

===

Lord Karl gave them the 'grand tour', stopping along the way to introduce the girls to several of the younger maids, who had finished their homework for the night and were starting on their before-dinner chores. They met Karla, now five months pregnant and quite unable to wear her maid's uniform. She greeted them warmly and said how much she was looking forward to having them in her apartment with her immediate family.

They were also shown what the standard maid's quarters looked like. Standing in one of the 12 by 15 foot maid's bedrooms, and looking into the 6 by 9 foot bathroom, Karin asked, "So, we would have this room, and share the bathroom with two other girls?"

"Oh no! You each would have a room like this, with the shared bathroom between the two of you," Lord Karl said. "Though what some of our twins choose to do is to put both of their beds in one room, and both of their desks in the other bedroom. That is up to you. I seem to recall that is how Natalie and Kaitlin use their rooms."

"Wow. That's bigger than the whole apartment that mom, Karin and I lived in," Sandra said.

"It was that small? Did you have your own bedrooms, at least?" Karl asked.

"Sort of. It was a small, one-bedroom apartment, but it had a big walk-in closet. We had bunk beds in the closet, on one side, and all our clothes and mom's on the other side," Karin replied.

"So you didn't have much privacy, if your mother had guests over? Did she have any boyfriends?" Karl asked, as he sat on the bed to talk to the children.

"She had a bunch of them, but none ever stayed for long, once they knew she had us," Sandra said. "Sometimes, more than one guy would come home with her on the same night, but usually only one at a time. She'd often tell us to 'stay in our room' and be quiet, on weekends, and Friday nights."

"Oh, let's be honest about it," Karin said bluntly. "Most of those guys weren't 'boyfriends', even though that was what mom called them when we were around. They were paying mom for sex."

"You saw your mother working as a prostitute? In your own apartment?" Lord Karl asked.

"Yes. It was pretty hard to avoid seeing it, or hearing it. Sometimes we had to go pee, and we'd try to sneak past them without the guy seeing us. The closet and bathroom were on the same side of the bedroom, at least. Sometimes we peeked out through the ventilation slats in the closet door. If we stood on a chair, we could look down at the bed and see pretty well. I asked mom once why she did it, an' she said it was so she could afford nice things for us. And she said it wasn't that bad, if you were careful who you asked," Sandra replied.

"What did you think about seeing that? About what your mother did with those men?" Lord Karl asked.

"I guess she did what she had to do. None of them ever hurt her, and she actually did seem to like it," Karin said.

"Yes, she did like having sex, when I met her. But she wasn't accepting money for it, back then. Just going out with men that she liked. Like me. I wasn't one of her 'paying customers', if that is worrying you. She slept with me because she liked me, not because I paid her or bought things for her," Lord Karl said. "Before I left, I gave her my card, and offered her the same scholarship that you two have been signed up to get. She said no to my offer."

"I guess she figured we'd be better off with you than in a foster home. Sure looks like we will be, I'll say that," Karin said.

"Have either of you had sex yet?" Karl asked.

"No sir. Well, nothing other than touching ourselves. Mommy wouldn't let any of her 'boyfriends' touch us, even when they offered her lots of money," Sandra said.

"Would you have done it, if she told you to? Let's say, if the man was a nice man, and promised to be gentle?" Lord Karl asked.

"I don't know, sir," Karin replied. "Maybe. I guess it would depend on the man, and why we were doing it. I suppose if mommy hadn't... died... we eventually would have done the same as her. Better that than stealing, or getting messed up with drugs, I guess."

"Maybe it wasn't right for mommy to let guys pay her for sex, but nobody ever got hurt because she was doin' that," Sandra added.

"Well, I think your mommy made some hard choices, and did what she felt was best. Now, it's almost time for dinner. Why don't you two use the bathroom here, and wash your hands, and we'll go to the dining room and eat?" Lord Karl suggested.

Swiss Mix - Chapter 159

By DoggyStyle57, September 2010

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January 9, 2009 (Friday night) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern Switzerland

Lord Karl escorted Sandra and Karin into the formal dining room, which was dominated by a table larger than any dining table that either girl had ever seen before. They sat at Lord Karl's right hand, opposite Mister Redd and his wife, Karla. A pair of 16 year old twin Malamute girls were next to Sandra and Karin, and Miss Taylor, a 15 year old red fox vixen, was seated next to Mrs. Brushtail.

Dinner was the most magnificent experience the young girls had ever had - a four course meal, with a maid serving each guest personally. Roughly half the maids were seated, and the other half of the maids in the room stood behind each chair that was occupied, serving Lord Karl and the seated people. Halfway through each course of the meal, all of the seated people, except for Lord Karl, Karla, Sandra and Karin, traded places with the person who had served them, and waited in turn upon the maid that had served them, as that maid got to enjoy their share of that course of the meal. Even Mister Redd got up, his place at the table being taken by a friendly adult Pomeranian woman who was introduced as M'Lady Trixie, who had been waiting on him earlier.

"Does everyone take turns like that at every meal?" Karin asked.

"Most of the time, yes. M'Lady Karla is excused from doing so for a while, because of her pregnancy. But unless you're assigned to work in the kitchen itself, preparing the food, all maids and also Mister Redd take turns serving each other," Lord Karl said. "The maids rotate through a variety of assignments each week, so no one is stuck always doing dishes, or laundry, or any other task."

Sandra giggled as Miss Taylor dropped a napkin while clearing her place for the adult collie that was taking her chair, because the young girl noticed that when Taylor bent over to pick it up, she could see that the teenaged maid wasn't wearing any panties! "Oh my!" Sandra said.

"Did you see something unusual, Miss Sandra?" Lord Karl asked.

"Well, ummm... Miss Taylor? She, uh, kinda forgot to wear her panties?" *giggle* Sandra replied.

"No, she didn't forget them. She hardly ever wears panties. In fact, if you look closely, you'll finds most of my maids don't wear them, while serving inside the mansion," Lord Karl replied.

"Really?" Karin asked. "Why is that, sir?"

"I'll explain it after dinner," he replied. "Is the desert to your liking?"

"Oh, yes sir! The whole meal is just fantastic! Is this a special meal, because we are new here?" Sandra replied.

"No, this is a rather ordinary meal, for us. We always eat very well," Lord Karl replied.

"I'm surprised everyone isn't fat, eating like this all the time," Karin observed.

"Oh, all my staff get plenty of exercise," Lord Karl replied, with a slight smile.

"Panties do come with all the school uniforms and maid uniforms, though," M'Lady Trixie explained. "I'm the seamstress here. Tomorrow, you'll come to my office and get your school uniforms, and I'll also measure you for your maid uniforms, so those will be ready when you start as maids. You dears have so much to learn! But you'll love it here. We all do, I assure you."

The collie in Taylor's former chair laughed. "They get issued panties all right, but I hardly ever have to wash them. I'm Eva, the Laundress. Welcome to our extended family, little ones."

===

After dinner, Lord Karl asked Taylor to accompany Sandra, Karin and himself back to his parlor.

"You asked why Taylor isn't wearing any panties. I'll let her explain that for herself," Lord Karl said.

"Have you noticed that almost all the maids wear black silk garters? But that M'Lady Trixie and M'Lady Eva wear white ones?" Taylor asked.

"No. Does that mean anything special?" Karin asked.

"Yep. When you become a maid, you're issued white garters with your uniform. But the maids who wear black ones are in the advanced program, and have sworn to serve Master Karl in every way possible. Including in bed. So we also don't wear panties, in case he wants us to serve him right away," Taylor replied.

"I-in... bed?" Sandra asked. "Y-you mean sex? Y-you all have sex with him?"

"Every chance we get, most of us. M'lady Trixie and her wife, M'Lady Eva, used to serve Master Karl that way too, but now they are pretty much monogamous with each other, so they've gone back to wearing white ones," Taylor said.

Lord Karl spoke next. "All the maids who enter my maid scholarship program have a free choice, either to perform the maid's duties and scholarship program as publicly advertised, with no sex required of them, or to enter the advanced program, where they also learn to be exquisitely skilled sexual partners for their future employers or husbands. Your mother knew this, since I had offered her the same deal. And she still sent you to me, and asked you to trust me and obey me," he said. "Taylor would you like to show them, by serving me now?"

"Happily, Master!" Taylor licked her muzzle as she knelt in front of her Master, unfastened his pants, and quickly slurped his cock into her mouth. Soon she was happily sucking him off, with her tail swishing slowly behind her.

"But, umm... Sir? Ah, remember what we talked about earlier? I mean, if you are our... if we are your... Does that still mean we have to... to have sex with you too?" Sandra asked.

"No, it isn't required of any maid candidate," Lord Karl replied, as he stroked Taylor's ears and hair appreciatively while she sucked his cock. "But most of the girls do choose to do it, because they get better pay while in the program, and have better prospects for work or marriage after they graduate. And they all like the extra love and attention that I give them in return. I would appreciate it if you would consider the idea. But it's your choice."

"But, ah, even if it turns out we're..." Sandra started to say, her voice trailing off as she stared at the teenaged vixen that was sucking off the man she was starting to think of as her missing father.

"What happens inside the mansion is not spoken of beyond its walls, or to any stranger," Lord Karl said. "You may speak freely in front of Miss Taylor about your concerns. If you are both my daughters, it will not bother me if you choose to have sex with me. Nor should it bother you." He closed his eyes a moment as his cream flooded Taylor's mouth, then continued. "It certainly hasn't stopped Taylor. If what you suspect proves to be true, then she's your half-sister."

"She's... your daughter? For real? And she's sucking your thingie?" Karin asked. "No way!"

"Yes, he really is my daddy, and I love sucking his cock!" Taylor said, as she pulled off her father's cock and licked her muzzle clean. "Most of the maids here aren't his kids, but it happens that I am, yes. I can admit that to you, since daddy already told you. So, you might be my sisters too? Way cool! Welcome to the family!"

"Ummm, it doesn't bug you to... do that with your daddy" Karin asked.

"Yeah, like... isn't that kinda... wierd? He... isn't forcing you to do it, is he?" Sandra asked.

"Heck no! I love my daddy! And tonight, I get to stay here and get fucked by him, too!" Taylor said happily. "It's cool, really! He definitely doesn't force me to do anything. He loves me, and we show it by making love to each other. And he can't get me preggers. I'm on birth control."

"As I said, it's your free choice," Lord Karl repeated. "I love all my maids. And yes, I do have sex with virtually all of them, even the ones about your age. I would be very pleased to teach you all about sex, and to train you to be as skilled as Miss Taylor here is. You'd get paid more each month, and get free birth control, so you won't risk getting pregnant at all. Or you can choose to remain virgins for as long as you like, and just learn to make beds and clean toilets and wash dishes, and do other non-sexual duties, and if you do the work and keep your grades up, you'll still get your scholarships in six years, and you can still live here until you're eighteen. You just won't get paid as much, or have as much fun as the ones that choose to have sex every week. The choice will be yours, when, or if, you make it."

"Trust me. Having sex is way more fun than doing laundry!" Taylor said with a laugh. "Though I still do laundry, and wash toilets, and do all that other stuff too. But our daddy is a fantastic lover, and he's really gentle. You'll love what he can teach you about pleasure."

"Why don't you two go to bed now, and think about it. Your maid service doesn't start for four more months, and even then, you don't have to decide immediately. Talk to any of the staff. Ask them any questions you like," Lord Karl said. "But understand, if you say anything about this agreement to anyone outside the mansion, no one here will verify that anything sexual ever happens here with the maid program, or that Taylor or any of the other maids here are related to me. My staff all love me, and are utterly loyal to me."

Lord Karl called Redd on the phone, and he came to collect the children. His pregnant wife, M'Lady Karla, arrived with him, but remained with her Master and Miss Taylor.

When they got back to Redd's apartment, he showed them their bedroom, and introduced them to his daughter, four year old Catherine.

Karin asked, "Ummm, Mister Redd? Why did Mrs. Brushtail stay with Herr Bernerholdt, when you got us?"

"She will be serving Master Karl, in his bed, this evening, along with Taylor," Redd replied calmly.

"B-but she's your wife! And she's pregnant, too!" Karin said, stunned that this man could be so calm that his boss was going to fuck his wife.

"Yes. But she was his maid and lover long before she was my wife. I'm fine with it. In fact, tomorrow night, I'll join her there, and Lord Karl and I will both mate with her, as well as with another maid," Redd said bluntly. "Now, would you like to play a board game before going to bed?"

===

January 10, 2009 (Saturday night) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern Switzerland

On Saturday night, both Redd and Karla were absent, and Miss Sierra, a 15 year old white fox, babysat with Sandra, Karin and Catherine. Sandra and Karin talked to her, and found she was just as happy as Taylor to have the 50 year old Lord of the Manor as a lover.

"But he's old enough to be your father," Karin objected.

"Probably old enough to be my grandfather, actually. But who cares, when he can make a girl like me cum five times in one night?" Miss Sierra replied. "Don't think old. Think experienced. If you're still virgins, maybe it's hard to understand. But making love to someone with his experience is the most incredible, mind-blowing experience you can imagine. He took my virginity when I came here, five years ago, and was really gentle with me. I've never regretted it. I've never had a lover who was so wonderful as he is."

That night, as they fell asleep, Sandra said to Karin, "Would it be that bad? If we... did it with him?"

"I don't know," Karin replied. "Part of me is going 'Ewwwwww!', and part of me is really curious what it would be like."

"Me too. I can't make up my mind if we should run screaming, or dive in head first and just do it," Sandra said.

"Too far to run, and no one to run back to," Karin said. "And not enough information to decide, yet. They do all seem really happy. Maybe it's a good thing, but I don't know yet. Good night. sis."

"Yeah. Good night," Sandra replied. as she turned off her bedside lamp. That night, Sandra had dreams that it was herself kneeling in front of Herr Bernerholdt, and sucking her own father's cock. But she had no idea what it tasted like, or if she loved it or hated it.

Swiss Mix - Chapter 160

By DoggyStyle57, September 2010

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January 12, 2009 (Monday) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern Switzerland

On Monday, Karin and Sandra started going to school with the maids in the scholarship program. That had been issued the same school uniforms that the maids wore, and the 16 year old Malamute twins, Molly and Claire, took charge of showing them around their new school, introducing them to the teachers, and introducing them to lots of new friends.

It was quite different than the public school that Karin and Sandra had attended back in Germany. The school was very nicely laid out, and the classrooms and labs well-equipped. They also had a friendly and easy-going faculty, and remarkably low teacher to student ratios. As far as their fellow students went, they found out that a lot of the girls were maids from other noble households, and also on the Bernerholdt Scholarship plan. Four different households in Bern sent their maids to that same school. The remaining girls were from a mix of middle class and upper class families that could afford to send their daughters to the private school.

But the most notable difference was that there were hardly any males at all at the school. There were less than two dozen boys in the entire student body, and among the faculty, the only males were about 1/3 of the teachers, and two janitors. Molly and Claire explained that for the longest time, it had been an exclusively female school, but that several years ago they relaxed enrollment so some brothers could attend the same school as their sisters, and so some 'house boys' who worked with the maids could attend the same school.

"Did Lord Karl's son and daughter attend this school, before they went away on the foreign exchange program?" Karin asked Molly.

"Eh? Oh, no! The Master's son and daughter went to an different school a few miles from here, one that is exclusively for children of noble families," Molly replied. She had a Canadian accent, and though her German was reasonably good, she preferred to speak in either English or French. "Both schools are highly rated academically. We get just as many offers from good colleges as they do. But they have the high social expectations too, an' have to also do classes on how to behave, like a 'finishing school'. While we're expected to become good servants and employees, they are expected to own businesses and corporations."

"So this school is strictly working class?" Karin asked.

"Well, not strictly, no. There's a few noble families that send their younger sons and daughters here - the ones not expected to inherit the family business. If they had admitted boys back when Lord Karl was our age, he probably would have gone here. He had two older brothers," Claire said.

"He does? Where are they? He never mentioned them," Sandra said.

"Well, he did, but they aren't alive any more. I heard that's why he had to marry Mistress Helga. Because his brother's died without leaving any heirs, and suddenly he had to produce purebred kids to inherit the family fortune and businesses," Claire replied.

"Oh! Was... that just recently?" Karin asked.

"I can't recall exactly. At least a dozen years ago, though. Young Master Hans is almost twelve, and the last of Master Karl's brothers passed on several years before Hans was born," Claire said.

"Oh... What is... Master Hans like? Did you know him?" Sandra asked.

"Oh, he's much like his father. Strong, handsome, and has the stamina of a mink. That boy sure can keep a girl happy all night long," *sigh* Molly answered.

"Y-you mean, he... and you...?" Sandra asked.

"We had that honor, yes. Master Hans would have both of us at once, a few nights each month. Marie was his favorite, though. He took her with him when he went away. She was his governess' daughter, and they were raised together," Claire replied.

"What about... Miss Taylor? Was she also... honored by Master Hans?" Karin asked.

"She was probably his next most common choice," Molly replied. "Maybe even as much as he asked for Marie. Can't say for sure. We're not supposed to talk about who does what each night, or to 'keep score' about who gets asked for most. But it did seem he asked for her a lot."

"I... see. Thank you," Karin replied, digesting this fact about the boy who likely was her half-brother. She wondered if he knew that Taylor was his sister.

===

After school, Karin and Sandra had an appointment with Doctor Siefert. It amused them that the Alpenzeller doctor was about the same height that they were. He ran several tests on them, including a very personal, but professional, exam where he verified that they were both virgins. And he also introduced them to a matronly female Black Lab from in town, named Mrs. Sarina Schwartz, who offered them grief counseling.

"We've been through that already," Karin replied to her offer. "Back in Germany, the children's services organization had us talk to a nice lady every day for a week, before mother's funeral. It... helped, a bit. But not much."

"Well, it may be hard, but it helps to talk to other people, when you're hurting," Mrs. Schwartz replied. "If nothing else, it's nice to know someone cares. And you know what? Telling other people about the good things you remember about a lost loved one is one of the best ways to keep their memory alive. It reminds you of the good times, and lets someone else remember them too. Or we could talk about anything else that you want to."

"Anything?" Karin asked. "Well, maybe. Do you know much about the scholarship program that we're here for?"

"Know it inside and out," Mrs. Schwartz replied. "I worked here for 15 years, and was one of the first crop of girls to benefit from Lord Karl's scholarship program. Stayed on as laundress after I earned my scholarship, and Lord Karl kept covering my education while I finished dual degrees in Nursing and Psychology."

"Oh. So I guess you've slept with him a lot, too, like all the maids?" Karin said.

"Is that part of what you'd like to talk about? Making the decision to have sex or not? It may surprise you, but no, I think we only tried it six times. Just didn't hit it off. It was no big deal for him. He thanked me for trying, and kept me on as Laundress. Didn't really even reduce my pay, since the promotion to Laundress came about the same time as my deciding not to mate with him anymore," Mrs. Schwartz said. "I didn't leave until I decided I wanted to get married."

"You can do that? Say 'yes', and then change your mind and not do it anymore?" Karin asked.

"Pretty much. If you do 'say yes', then you have to at least try to do what he says. And if the first approach that he tries isn't right for you, he'll try two or three others before he allows you to give up. But he's a pretty good judge of what makes a person tick. Most girls, he gets it right first off, and they are happy. But yeah, Trixie and I both set our own limits. Last I heard, she's still a virgin, and she's been with him something like 16 years now."

"Miss Taylor mentioned something about how M'Lady Trixie and M'Lady Eva both stopped mating with Lord Karl, but I thought it was because they were, well..." Sandra started.

"Lesbians? Well, Eva's actually bisexual, and Trixie was willing to do limited stuff with Lord Karl, for a while. But they decided they were happier marrying each other, and Lord Karl was fine with that. He even paid for their wedding and honeymoon trip."

"Maybe we should keep talking to you," Sandra said. "There's so much we don't understand."

"Always happy to listen, dears," Mrs. Schwartz said. "For as long as you need to."

===

All week long, Karin and Sandra hardly ever saw Lord Karl, except at meals. Even then, he only spoke to them to ask about how school was going, if they were making new friends, and general chit-chat.

"Lord Karl? Why haven't we seen you very much? You aren't mad at us, are you?" Karin asked.

"Not at all! I'm very happy having you here. But I have had a lot of work to do this week," He replied.

"All right. Thank you sir," Karin said quietly.

It was all so normal - as if Lord Karl had never allowed them to watch as Taylor sucked him off. Karin and Sandra hardly saw any indication that any sex was taking place at all, and no one brought up the topic unless the girls asked them directly. Right now, Karin and Sandra were both a little afraid to bring it up, almost wondering if they had both had the same strange dream. For now, they just decided to let it be, and to live one day at a time in this strange new setting.

Swiss Mix - Chapter 161

By DoggyStyle57, September 2010

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January 16, 2009 (Friday) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern Switzerland

On Friday, after dinner, Lord Karl took Karin and Sandra to his office.

"I have some news for you both," he said, after they were seated and the door was closed. "It will probably be disturbing for you to deal with, which is why I asked you to meet me privately to discuss it. But you have a right to know."

"Disturbing news, sir?" Karin asked. "Is it... about Mother?"

"Yes, it is. As you know, when your mother was killed, the driver of the car that hit her fled the scene, and he was not captured. While the police tried to track the driver down, their resources are limited," Lord Karl said. "No one can bring back your mother. But I did what I could to at least try to seek justice, and ensure that her killer is punished, to the full extent of the law."

"Yes, sir. The Police told us that they didn't have any reliable witnesses, and not enough evidence to track the driver down. What did you do? Did they find him?" Karin said.

"Please, sir? Did they catch the driver at last?" Sandra added.

"They have him in custody, yes. But the police by themselves were not able to do it. As I said, I wanted to ensure that justice was served. So I sent my best lawyer and his two best private detectives to Munich, to assist in the search for her killer. A large part of what has kept me busy this past week has been corresponding with them, and with the police," Lord Karl said. "It paid off. They have the driver in custody, and he has confessed."

"That was very generous, sir, to send your own people to help the police like that. Thank you," Karin asked. "So... do they know what happened now? How it really happened?"

"It was the least I could do, and still not enough, in my mind. This is the part that will be hard for you both. Are you sure you want to hear the details of your mother's death?" Lord Karl asked.

Karin looked at Sandra, who nodded, and then looked back at Lord Karl. "Yes sir. Please tell us."

"All right. Your mother had been working the late shift at the bar and restaurant that was her main job. It was extremely early in the morning on New Year's day, just a few hours after midnight, and had been a very busy night. Your apartment was less than half a mile from the bar, and so she was walking home, as usual. The bars had all closed an hour earlier, and there was only light traffic on that street, by then," Lord Karl said. "There was a crosswalk in the middle of the block, by the parking lot for the restaurant. As she waited for the light to cross the street, a drunk driver suddenly swerved in her direction, ran up onto the curb, and crashed through a small advertising kiosk, then hit your mother, and then flattened a small tree, before lurching back onto the road and speeding away. She probably never even saw him coming, before the wood and plastic kiosk exploded into fragments, and he hit her."

"God in heaven! But... why didn't he stop?" Karin asked. "How can somebody hit a person, and not stop?"

"The canine boy that was driving was a college student, and extremely drunk. He claims that he never saw your mother. Your mother's exposed fur was mostly black, and the clothing she wore that night was dark red, and would have looked almost black in that light. With the sign between them, it's conceivable that he actually might not have seen her. He said he knew that he had lost control, and hit the ad sign and the small tree. But he thought that was all he ran over, and so he fled. When he got home and found blood on his pickup truck's bumper, he panicked, and hid the car in his uncle's barn, just outside of town. It was his uncle who turned him in, when the reward was announced," Lord Karl said.

"Reward, sir? But the police said they had no money for a reward," Karin said, confused.

"I also posted a fifty-thousand Euro reward for any informant whose information led to the arrest and conviction of the killer," Lord Karl said. "And I advertised it on the local news and radio programs."

"F-fifty thousand Euros? That's... that's more than mother could earn in a whole year! Probably more than two years!" Sandra said. "And you sent other help too? Thank you, sir!"

"Yes, thank you very much," Karin said. "What will happen to him now, sir?"

"My lawyer, Victor Kaptur, has an air-tight case prepared against the boy. He will almost certainly be found guilty of both manslaughter and drunk driving, and sentenced to the maximum penalty - 15 years in prison. With no chance at all of parole. By the time he gets free, he will have spent almost half his life behind bars," Lord Karl said. "You both have a right to attend the trial, and to speak to the judge and to the defendant before sentencing. If you want to do that, I will take you back there for the trial, which is scheduled for next week. But you don't have to go through that. You can send a written statement to the judge, or remain silent. My lawyer will make sure that justice is carried out, either way."

"No thank you, sir. It's good enough to know he won't get away with it," Karin said.

"So his own uncle turned him in for the reward?" Sandra asked. "I'm glad the guy was caught, but that's kinda nasty, that someone he was related to will make a profit because our mommy died."

"Actually, he won't profit from it at all," Lord Karl said. "When his uncle found out that his nephew's irresponsible actions had made orphans of the two of you, he declined the reward, and asked that the money be given to you both instead, as partial compensation for your loss. The boy who killed your mother also stated that he wanted that to happen, since he has very little money of his own, and can't pay you any compensation for your loss. That money has been deposited to your accounts."

"Thank you, sir, for helping bring our mother's killer to justice," Karin said.

Sandra was starting to cry, and Karin soon was as well. Lord Karl held them both close, trying to comfort them. "It's over now. Time to mourn your loss, and then get on with your lives. Let's just spend the rest of the weekend remembering all the good things that you can about your mother, all right? Tell me about her, so we all can remember what a good woman she was, and how much she loved you."

They spent the rest of the evening just quietly talking to Lord Karl about their mother - what she was like, what she did... Karin also asked Lord Karl about his brothers, and he told them about them, as well.

When Lord Karl's scheduled maids arrived to entertain him for the evening, he dismissed Taylor and Karla, and also told Karla to cancel the summons for the girls scheduled to serve him on Saturday. "These girls need my attention right now," he said. "My own pleasures can wait."

They talked until the girls fell asleep in his arms, and then he gently laid them in his own bed, and went next door to sleep, alone, in one of the unused family suites.

===

January 17, 2009 (Saturday) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern Switzerland

Lord Karl set an early alarm, and was back in his own room when the girls awoke, seated in a chair and watching over them protectively.

"Good morning," He said as they stirred. "No bad dreams, I hope?"

"Ummm, no. Errr, Where are we? And did you sleep in that chair all night?" Karin asked.

"Where's the bathroom?" Was Sandra's more important question.

Lord Karl opened the bathroom door for her. "The bathroom is this way, this is my bedroom, and no, I didn't sleep in the room at all. There's another bedroom suite like this one next door, and I used that last night. Take care of your morning business, and we'll go get breakfast."

The girls went to the bathroom, and when they came back out, Lord Karl pointed out two fresh changes of clothes waiting for them on the side table. "I asked M'Lady Karla to bring you fresh clothes, this morning before you awakened. I'll wait in the parlor while you change."

===

Karin and Sandra came out into the parlor a little while later, and Karin asked Lord Karl, "Sir? Are... you our real father? You're acting now like you think it's true, aren't you? You've done so much more than I would expect, if you were just a nice man who got us shoved off onto him."

"Yes, I am now about as certain as I can be that you are my daughters," he replied. "But I am afraid that I still can't claim you publicly as my own. As rich and influential as I am, there still are some things about my life that I can't control, because my Parents are still alive, and threatening to disinherit me if I oppose them. They wouldn't stand for it if I tried to claim illegitimate children as my own. But I will promise you this. As long as you are willing to perform at least the non-sexual duties as my maid candidates, I can keep you with me, here at the mansion, and I will pay for your school and college educations. Or, if you really don't want to remain at the mansion as my maids, I would be willing to find a good family to adopt you both, and I still will privately pay for your education and support."

Sandra took her sister's hand, and squeezed it tightly. Then she stepped forward and hugged Lord Karl. "I want to stay with you, daddy."

Karin hesitated only a moment, before she joined the hug. "Me too... daddy. I'm not ready to decide about the other stuff, but we do want to stay, and to know more."

"That is fine," Lord Karl said, hugging both of them. "I know that the way I live must be very strange to you. And I guess that having seen your mom with all those so-called 'boyfriends', having sex for money, may have pretty badly put you off on the whole idea of sex. Honestly, I really wish your mother had let me know about you two. I would happily have paid her child support to help raise you. She didn't have to stoop to selling herself to strangers."

"You would have helped us like that?" Karin asked. "Even... even without seeing us?"

"I am paying child support right now for every illegitimate child that I am aware that I have," Lord Karl said. "I've tried not to get any of my maids or other casual lovers pregnant. But sometimes mistakes happened, or contraceptives failed. In a few cases, the girl herself intentionally stopped taking her contraceptives, because she wanted to bear my child. But no matter why it happened, I have cared for those children's welfare. And I don't ever force any of my maids to have sex for money, especially not with strangers."

"But... isn't it the same with your maids? I mean, what's the difference, having sex with strangers for money, or having sex with you because they are your maid?" Karin asked.

"A fair question, though not an easy one to answer plainly. A prostitute charges their customers money each time they have sex. No money, no sex," Lord Karl said. "My maids have sex as often or as seldom as works out well for them and for me, and get paid the same regardless of whether I call on them that week or not. I am not paying them specifically to have sex with me, or requiring them to have sex with anyone else. The maids that accept full service get more pay because they are offering a higher level of personal commitment to serve me, not because of what they do in bed or how often they do it."

"My maids serve me in bed because they really want to offer me that level of service, and not just for the money," Lord Karl continued. "I would like you to understand what the relationships between my maids and I are like. I can allow you to secretly observe my sessions with several maids, to see for yourselves how I treat them. Even if you choose not to ever have sex with me, you should know what my offer means, so you can make an informed decision. Fair enough?"

"I guess. That won't really be different than us watching mom from the closet, when she had men over," Karin said.

"Yeah. I guess we can do that. Ummm, will Taylor be one of those maids?" Sandra asked.

"Yes, you can watch both Taylor and her mother mating with me. It's only fair that you see how I am with a girl who, like you, is also my daughter. And incidentally, her mother was the one who suggested that I mate with Taylor. It wasn't initially my idea to start having sex with my own children, though I do enjoy doing that now," Lord Karl replied. "Now, let's get breakfast, and we can spend the rest of the day together, just talking. I'll answer any questions you have, as truthfully as I possibly can."

Swiss Mix - Chapter 162

By DoggyStyle57, September 2010

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January 17, 2009 (Saturday) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern Switzerland

Sandra and Karin ate their breakfast quietly with Lord Karl. As at all the meals since their arrival, he had favored them by seating them at his right at the dining table, opposite Mr. and Mrs. Brushtail. More often than not, Taylor either sat next to Mrs. Brushtail, or next to the two new girls. But the rest of the maids rotated to a variety of seats at the table, changing from meal to meal.

"Sir?" Karin asked. "How does everyone know where to sit at meals?"

"For the maids, M'Lady Karla makes the seating arrangements, and each maid's place assignments are detailed in their daily work assignment list. Guests and newly-arrived maid candidates sit closest to me, as do Mr. and Mrs. Brushtail, since they are among my most senior staff," Lord Karl replied.

Karla raised an eyebrow at her Master calling her 'Mrs. Brushtail', but said nothing.

"Oh. I kind of wondered if we were getting special treatment, because..." Karin said, fairly certain by now that she shouldn't openly speak of herself and her sister being Lord Karl's daughters.

"You're getting the same treatment as any new maid candidates. But since you arrived several months before your allowed hire date, you'll end up sitting with me longer than normal. Would you prefer to sit among the other maids, so you can get to know more of them?" Lord Karl asked.

"No, it's nice being able to be close to you, and ask questions, as long as you don't mind," Karin said. "Ummm, I noticed that Miss Taylor seems to sit close to you a lot as well."

"Yes. You see, Miss Taylor will be reassigned this Spring, and as such she is getting to spend a little more time with me than usual," Lord Karl replied.

"She's... getting reassigned? But she's... Where will Miss Taylor be going?" Karin asked.

"Miss Taylor will soon complete her minimum six years of service with me. She has asked to be reassigned to my son's household, in America, and to continue to serve him as a maid, while attending school in America and finishing her education there. She will be leaving shortly after Mrs. Brushtail recovers from childbirth."

"Oh. I see," She replied, digesting the fact that Taylor wanted to be her own brother's maid, and presumably would be sleeping with him just as she did with her father.

===

After breakfast, Lord Karl took the girls for a leisurely stroll around the Estate. They saw his flower gardens, and the recreational facilities and playgrounds for the maids, and the large swimming pool.

As they started to walk toward the lake, Karin asked. "Sir? Ummm, when Taylor goes to serve your son, does that mean she'll... well, be doing it with him?"

"Even though he's her brother?" Sandra added, after looking around to make sure no one else was near enough to hear them. "They know, and they still...?"

"Yes, she's very much looking forward to sleeping with him. But as with me, he will be careful not to get her pregnant. Hans has slept with several of his sisters, and he likes incest with them as much as I like mating with my daughters," Lord Karl replied.

"Does that mean that, if we say 'yes' to... well, to mating with you, that we'd also have to go to bed with our half-brother?" Karin asked.

"Have to? No, not at all. No more than you 'have to' say yes to me," Lord Karl said, pausing and sitting on a park bench along the path to the lake. "But it will be allowed, if you want to do it, and if he wants you to do it with him. Hans has two sisters that he has knowingly mated with, and one other sister that is too young for him to mate with, yet. And that younger one is eagerly awaiting her tenth birthday and permission to join her brother in bed, like her two older sisters do whenever they get a chance."

"Ummm, does your son... sleep with his mother? Like your daughters sleep with you?" Karin asked.

"No, and his mother, Lady Helga von Alpenstock, is not aware of the incest that we practice, nor is she to be told. She's hardly ever here, and was his birth mother due to a breeding contract forced on us by my parents. I doubt she would consider the idea," Lord Karl admitted. "But he does sleep with the mothers of two of his half-sisters. Just not with his own mom."

"Will we get to meet our brother?" Sandra asked. "Or those other sisters?"

"Eventually you will, yes. But it's unlikely you'll meet my son or my other daughters until next December, since they are in America now. I am hoping that they will choose to come here for the Holidays. But when you do meet him, you can decide then if you're willing to mate with him or not. Or with your sisters, for that matter," Lord Karl replied.

"Huh? What do you mean? About our sisters?" Karin asked, completely confused.

"Do you know what it means for a girl to be a Lesbian, or Bisexual?" Lord Karl asked.

"OH!" Karin squeaked. "Ummm, yeah, kind of. That's a girl that dates girls, right? They mentioned that in health class last year."

"That's one way of putting it. Taylor and my other two daughters have found that they like having sex with other girls as much as they like having sex with males. That's called being bisexual. Many of my maids are bisexual, and enjoy each other's company on the nights when I am not asking them to sleep with me," Lord Karl replied. "It's something that I encourage all of my maids to try, but if they don't enjoy it, I don't require them to keep doing it."

Karin looked at Sandra, then back at Lord Karl. "You mean... like me kissing Sandra? Like she was a boy or something?"

"Kissing, licking, or otherwise giving each other pleasure, yes. I take it that you haven't ever tried that with each other?" Lord Karl asked.

"Uhh uh!" Karin said, shaking her head negatively, but glancing back at her sister. "I hadn't even thought about that."

"Me neither," Sandra said.

"Have you ever touched yourselves, to give yourselves pleasure? Do you know how to masturbate?" Lord Karl asked.

"Ummmm, well..." Karin said, looking anywhere but at Lord Karl. "I've... rubbed my woosies a little, and that felt kind of good. I saw mom doing that a few times, and she seemed to like it a lot. Is that what you mean?"

"I've done that too, but not much," Sandra said.

"But it only felt 'kind of good'? Not anything that made you close your eyes, and breathe fast, and moan?" Lord Karl asked.

"Well, I kinda didn't want to stop. But I usually did stop pretty quick, so nobody would catch me," Karin admitted.

"Well, time enough for that later," Lord Karl said. "Over the next few weeks, you may see my maids doing a number of things that you've never considered doing. All I ask is that you keep an open mind, and don't reject an idea just because it is new or strange to you. Have you ever tried a food that you thought was yucky, and then been surprised to find out that you liked it?"

"Yeah. Tofu. It just looked and felt weird when we tasted a cube of it. But when mom mixed some tofu cubes into some soup, we gobbled it up," Karin said.

"Some kinds of sex are like that," Lord Karl said. "Sometimes you just have to have it prepared just right, or presented to you while you're in the right mood, and suddenly you find out that it's really okay. Or sometimes, you find that you still don't like it. I never have developed a taste for Jalapeño peppers, and doubt I ever will."

Both girls laughed at that, and said they hated that kind of spicy hot peppers too.

Lord Karl took them down to the lake, and they spent the rest of the morning on a boat, with Lord Karl driving the boat. Sometimes they talked about their mother, and sometimes about people that Lord Karl had lost in his family.

Sometimes they asked questions about sex, and Lord Karl gave them frank and honest answers.

"Sir?" Karin asked eventually. "Why... are almost all of the maids that you have sex with so young? Wouldn't it be more normal for you to have girlfriends your own age? Why do you want kids like us?"

"Honestly? I don't trust women my own age. Too many of them have been interested in me only for my money, or to gain a title and a position in society," Lord Karl replied. "When a girl gets old enough to want a husband and a family, she starts looking at someone like me not as 'someone to love', but as 'someone with a lot of money, who would make her a Countess if she married him'. Girls in their late teens and twenties and older want to be married, and they deserve husbands that will only want to mate with them, and not sleep with a different girl every night. I love my variety of maids, and I only got married because my parents forced me to do it. Girls your age, when I show them how wonderful love can be, are so happy to feel that love and pleasure that it's all they care about. You're so pure and innocent, and your love is pure and innocent."

"But... haven't you ever loved someone enough to really want to marry her?" Sandra asked.

"Yes, I have. In fact, I still do love her, very much. But she isn't a noble, and isn't even Bernese. My parents would never allow me to marry her. She's one of my maids, and the mother of one of my daughters, even though we can never publicly admit that girl is my daughter. She knows, and I know, and that will have to suffice," Lord Karl said. "Her name is Cheri LeChow, and she is the senior maid at my Son's estate in America now, where she and that daughter will be safe from my parents."

"Safe?" Karin asked. "Why would they need to be far away to be 'safe' from your parents?"

"You haven't met your grandparents on my side of the family. They are a straight-laced, bigoted pair of aristocratic snobs, determined to micro-manage the lives and breeding rights of their entire family. They arranged the marriages of my brothers and I, and they prohibited us from even dating anyone they didn't consider 'acceptable breeding material'," Lord Karl said.

"I wouldn't put it past them to harm any illegitimate child of mine, if they knew any existed. They might do it just to prevent that child from claiming an inheritance from their estate," he continued. "I don't want to frighten you, but that is why I can't publicly acknowledge Taylor, or that daughter in America, or either of you. But you see, their own bigotry and snobbish ways make my maids almost invisible to them. Servants and their affairs are beneath their notice. They wouldn't care if I was occasionally mating with my maids, and they definitely would never believe that one of my maids was actually one of my own children."

"So, they wouldn't accept us as their grandchildren, even though we're Bernese too, and our family are all Bernese?" Karin asked.

"Probably not. Though you might have a better chance because of your purebred Bernese status, they probably wouldn't approve of your ancestors, or your lack of social standing. As I said, they are stuck up snobs," Lord Karl replied.

Swiss Mix - Chapter 163

By DoggyStyle57, September 2010

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January 17, 2009 (Saturday) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern Switzerland

As they resumed walking down to the lake, Karin asked, "Sir? Er, father? I guess it's okay to call you that, when we're alone, right? Would it be safer for us, if you sent us where you are sending Miss Taylor, to be with her brother and sisters in America?"

"Yes, I would like it if you call me father, or daddy, when we are alone together. And yes, if I had known about you earlier, I probably would have sent you to America," Lord Karl replied. "But I was just appointed as your legal guardian, with the intent that you would be enrolled in my maid scholarship program, as your mother wanted. How could I explain to the authorities, or to anyone, why I would immediately send you away? No, you need to stay here, and do your six-year apprenticeship, like any other maid, and not draw attention to yourselves. You'll be safe enough, if no one here believes you are any different than the other new maid candidates. Mrs. Brushtail and her husband, Redd, will know, and we've already told your sister, Miss Taylor. Doctor Siefert ran the tests to see if you were my daughters, so he knows. But no one else here will be told the truth. That will keep you safe."

"I guess that makes sense," Karin said. "I'm glad though that Miss Taylor knows, though. I want to talk to her some more, about how she feels about... mating with her daddy."

"What about the brother and sisters we have in America?" Sandra asked. "Will they be told about us?"

"We will tell them later, when they eventually meet you. No need to do that before then," Lord Karl said. "And Miss Taylor will not tell them, either, until I tell her it is all right."

They arrived at the lake, and Lord Karl showed them the boat that he had in the boat house by the dock. But the wind off the lake was fairly cold this early in the year, with small patches of snow still evident in the shady places by the shoreline. So they decided not to go out in the boat today.

"This place is so big. I just can't believe it all belongs to one person," Sandra said. "This lake is bigger than the whole city park that was near our apartment."

"The family was a lot bigger, several generations ago, when all this was built. I believe we obtained this estate when my great grandparents married. Great Grandmother was an heiress, with no brothers, so she inherited this estate, and it became part of the family holdings when she married. A number of the older family lines have folded in on each other like that, concentrating the wealth and land in just a few families," Lord Karl said.

"I'm getting cold," Sandra complained. "And it's a long walk back to the mansion from here."

"Well, we don't have to stay outside to walk back," Lord Karl said, smiling.

"Are you going to call the mansion and have someone drive down here to get us?" Karin asked. "I don't see a road leading to this place."

"Follow me, and I'll show you something special," Lord Karl said, as he led them into the boat house.

"We're going to wait in here, and warm up?" Sandra asked.

"No. Come over here." He pointed to a trap door in the back corner of the boar house, that looked rather dusty and dirty. "Where do you think that leads?"

"Ummmm, under the dock?" Sandra ventured.

"Close. Try to open it," Lord Karl said.

Both girls took turns trying to pull on the ring that should have lifted the hatch, but it wouldn't move. "It's too heavy! Or it's locked," Karin said.

"Right on the second guess. It's locked. The release is over here, hidden under the counter." He reached under the counter and pushed a button, and the hatch opened on its own, moving on well-oiled and counter-weighted hinges. Beneath it, there was a clean, dry stairway, leading down and in the direction of the mansion. "That tunnel will take us all the way to the mansion. It's one of several secret escape tunnels, so if the family was ever trapped in the mansion, and in danger, this is one escape route they could use, fleeing to this boat house and then across the lake, to another dock that has a car waiting at it."

"Really? A secret escape tunnel? That is so cool!" Karin said.

They followed Lord Karl into the tunnel, and he closed the hatch with another button. As soon as it closed, a soft light illuminated the tunnel near them.

"But it's still dark ahead of us," Sandra said, holding Lord Karl's hand for reassurance.

"It will light up as we approach, and the lights behind us will go out. There are sensors in the passageway to illuminate it for us," Lord Karl said. As they walked, the lights did as he had said, lighting the way ahead of them, and going out behind them.

"Have you ever had to escape from anyone using these tunnels, father?" Sandra asked.

"No. But I explored them as soon as I took control of the estate. they connect a number of interesting places. Each generation has improved the system a little, adding better security, or side rooms that contain things you might need in an emergency," Lord Karl replied. "We use them sometimes as a shortcut in bad weather, and the older maids get assigned to keep them clean. But not for much more than that. It's not like back in the great war, when soldiers might have overrun the estate. But if we did have a war, the mansion and these tunnels could be used to help defend the area."

The tunnel sloped slightly upward, but not enough to remain near the surface, it seemed. Eventually they stopped at a large metal door. Lord Karl showed them how to open it, and like the hatch at the dock, it moved smoothly and silently when the door was unlocked. A similar door was twenty feet down the hallway. "This is near the mansion. If you were being chased down the passageway, you could close these doors behind you and lock them, to slow down anyone following you."

"Wow. It's like some sort of secret lair in a spy movie," Karin said. "You're not gonna show us you keep a spandex uniform and a cape down here, are you?"

Lord Karl laughed at that image. "No, nothing so dramatic or exciting. Though there are a few closets hidden along the way that contain clothes and weapons, just in case you didn't have time to get dressed or arm yourself before you fled into the tunnels."

After several more twists and turns, they came to an elevator door. They got on the elevator, and lord Karl pressed the button for the ground floor. "That keyhole on the bottom of the control panel is the switch for using this elevator to go to the tunnel. There's other ways to get there that are less direct, with stairways between the levels. This is just the fastest and easiest way back up."

When they got out of the elevator, they went to lunch, and the girls decided to spend the afternoon playing games in the games room with some of the off-duty maids. Lord Karl left them to their play, content to let them just be children, for now.

===

Before dinner, Lord Karl met privately with Redd, Karla and Taylor, in his office.

"You have all met the two newest maid candidates, the orphan Berner girls, Karin and Sandra Kurtz. I already mentioned to Taylor that it was possible that these new girls are my daughters. That has now been confirmed. And I intend to train them just as we trained Taylor," He told them.

"As you wish, Master," Redd said. "They really are orphans? Or is the mother in hiding?"

"The mother is, unfortunately, very much deceased. Ten years ago, she was a potential maid candidate herself, who I had met on a business trip. We mated, but she declined my scholarship offer. Apparently, the contraceptive measures we used when she slept with me were not as effective as I had believed. She didn't tell me of her pregnancy, nor did she name me as their father, but in her will, she stated that if anything happened to her, that she hoped my foundation would take her children as maid candidates," Lord Karl replied.

"Even though she believed she was sending the girls to mate with their own father? How interesting. Do the girls know they are yours?" Karla asked.

"They know now, yes. And though their mother knew that if I had accepted her, I would have expected sexual services from her, she also knew I do accept some maids that don't do sexual service," Lord Karl said.

"Oh? Since when, daddy?" Taylor asked with a wicked grin. "You've fucked every maid I know you've hired in the last 5 years."

"Well, maybe not recently. But ten years ago, about a third of the candidates didn't have sex with me. Most of those got assigned to other host families, but we did have some. And if their mother was alive today, and specified non-sexual service for her girls, I would have complied with that," Lord Karl replied.

"But since she isn't, you plan to have your way with them?" Karla asked, licking her muzzle.

"If they are willing, yes. But only if, as with Taylor, they willingly choose to offer themselves fully. I will give them the choice of non-sexual service, either here, or in another household, like Lord Covington's home," Lord Karl said.

"So what are your orders, Master? Surely you're telling us for a reason?" Karla asked.

"For the next several weeks, I want you, Karla, to show the girls how to watch me through the tunnels, as I mate with a variety of maids. I think the only thing I want to hold back from them is the four-way sessions that include Redd. I don't want to frighten them by making them think they will be expected to mate with anyone other than me, or each other, at first," Lord Karl said.

"Awwww! I don't get to play with my sisters?" Taylor complained. "That's no fun!"

"You can talk to them and let them know, honestly, how you feel about mating with your father and mother, Taylor. As for you mating with them, maybe later, after they are comfortable with their own sexual natures. They have never even tried kissing another girl in passion, and are uncertain about bisexual activities," Lord Karl said. "They are to be allowed to watch any sessions except the four-ways with Redd, and you will answer any questions truthfully. But don't do a hard-sell and try to convince them to dive into it. Make it clear that you enjoy what we do, but allow them to make up their own minds."

"And the other maids?" Karla asked. "Special instructions for them?"

"Tell the maids that the new girls want to know about the sexual side of their duties, before committing to full service. The other maids are not to know that they are related to me, but they are to answer any questions honestly and directly."

"When do they start?" Karla asked.

"Ask Molly and Claire to baby sit Karin, Sandra and Catherine tonight, and you three join me for our usual fun tonight and tomorrow morning. You can start the girls' observations Sunday night, when Miss Evelyn serves me," Lord Karl replied.

"As you wish, Master," Karla replied with a smile. "This should be fun to watch."

Swiss Mix - Chapter 164

By DoggyStyle57, October 2010

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January 18, 2009 (Sunday) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern Switzerland

After dinner on Sunday, Karla asked Karin and Sandra to come with her, and she took them to their apartment above the garage.

"Master Karl has told me that you two wish to learn more about how our maids serve him. About the more personal services that they give him, and what he does in return. Is this correct?" Karla asked.

"Yes Mrs. Brushtail," Karin replied, as Sandra nodded quietly.

"Please address me as 'M'Lady Karla', or just as 'M'Lady'. That is my appropriate title as senior maid. I am not in the habit of being referred to by my married name," Karla replied, with a slight frown.

"Sorry... M'Lady! I just thought... that's what Lord Karl has been calling you, when we're around," Karin said uncertainly.

"Yes, Master Karl has been doing that lately, it's true. I'm... just not used to it, is all. At any rate, if you wish to observe, Master Karl has given me instructions to allow that. You are free to do as you wish for the next hour. You may want to do your bathing, and otherwise prepare for bed, and put on your bathrobes and slippers. Where we will be going, no one will see you, and you'll be heading straight for bed as soon as I release you. We will leave from here at eight PM, and you should be prepared to sit comfortably for several hours. There's no bathroom handy in the observation area, so do that before we go," Karla said.

"Yes M'Lady Karla. We will be ready," Karin replied.

===

An hour later the sisters were ready, each wearing their red sleep shirts and soft, warm pink bathrobes and matching fuzzy slippers. "It feels funny, dressing for bed and then going somewhere," Karin said.

"Will we be going outside? Do we need coats?" Sandra asked.

"You will not be going outside, so no coats. We will be up rather late, and you won't want to waste time bathing and getting ready for bed when we are done. Besides, the maids who choose to serve Master Karl always bathe before they attend him, and dress in either a clean uniform, or in the manner that he has requested for that session. Now, follow me please," Karla led the girls downstairs and into the garage, where she showed them the hidden entrance to the maid passages, and how to open the door.

"Oh! Lord Karl showed us another tunnel like this one, that goes to the lake!" Sandra said.

"This is part of the same network of tunnels, yes. For fast access to the garage and motor pool. Redd and I also use it to go to and from the mansion in foul weather. Please stay close, and pay attention to where we turn," Karla said, as they descended the stairs, crossed under the lawn and into the area below the basement, and then went up two levels via a spiral stairway. At the top of the stairs, she led them through several sets of black curtains, stopping at a point that looked much like any other area in the passageways.

"How do you know where to go?" Sandra asked. "It all looks the same."

"You count curtains and turns. It doesn't take long to memorize the route," Karla replied, as she opened the curtains on one side of the room. "This is a one-way mirror, and relatively soundproof. The mirror is at the head of Master Karl's bed. I'll get us some chairs. Look at the bottom of the mirror, and you'll find headphones, so you can hear what is said inside."

The girls located the stethoscope-like headsets, and put them on, as Karla got three folding chairs from a hidden storage space on the far side of the room. They had just gotten comfortably seated when Lord Karl entered the bedroom from his bathroom. He was wearing a scarlet dressing gown, and his fur looked like he had just brushed it out after a shower and drying off in the fur dryer.

*giggles* "He just took a bath too!" Sandra said.

"Yes, he usually does. He wants to be at his best when his maids serve him," Karla replied. "Tonight is Miss Evelyn's turn. She's will be thirteen in about 2 more months, and has been serving here for almost three years."

===

As Karla spoke, the parlor door opened, and a cute little Beagle girl in a maid's uniform walked in, curtsied, and said, "Good evening Master! It's my turn tonight!" She paused for only a moment, and when he nodded, she ran into his arms and hugged her master. "Ohhh, I just can't wait for Sunday Nights, Master!"

"I look forward to each time myself, and I adore your enthusiasm," Lord Karl replied. He placed his hands on her slender waist, and she giggled as he picked her up like a doll, and set her on the bed, standing on the mattress and facing him. He was so much taller than she was that the added height of the bed still didn't quite bring her eyes to the level of his. But it did place her in an excellent position to receive a long, passionate kiss from her Master.

After they kissed, Lord Karl laid on his back, angled sideways across the mattress, with his right side toward the mirror and his head near one side of the mattress.

Miss Evelyn stepped over him, and got a pillow from the head of the bed, and placed it under her Master's head, before settling herself astride his muzzle, facing his chest. She moaned happily as her master's tongue started probing her already damp slit, and he held her waist between his hands, his fingers and thumbs almost completely encircling her tiny waist.

===

"He's... licking her woosies?" Sandra asked Karla.

"He is, yes. Unless the girl particularly likes sucking his cock, he prefers to start each girl by licking her to an orgasm, so she is wet and receptive. Have either of you ever been licked like that, or seen it done before?" Karla asked.

"Ummm, no, we haven't had that done to us personally," Karin replied. "We've seen a few of our mother's 'boyfriends' do that, but usually they didn't want to do anything other than climbing on top of her and getting their own pleasure. Or they wanted her to suck them. Ahhh, she really seems to like that, doesn't she?"

"It feels very good, whether it is a male or a female doing the licking. Not all males like licking a girl to give her pleasure. But in my opinion, the ones worth mating with all do. Master Karl insists that his maids get their pleasure each time they serve him. And he prefers to make them have an orgasm or two before he ever seeks his own release. He's a very conscientious lover, in that regard," Karla replied. "Ah, he's opening his dressing gown now."

===

Miss Evelyn was leaning forward, panting with her eyes half-closed, and her hands on the exposed fur at the neckline of her master's robe. She shuddered as her first orgasm swept over her, and licked her muzzle as her Master revealed his sheath, and his emerging cock. Tail wagging happily, she didn't hesitate at all to lay across his chest and slip the tip of his red cock into her tiny muzzle, eagerly licking and suckling on the tip.

===

"He's... he's so big! And she's so small!" Sandra gasped. "How can they possibly...?"

"I can barely get the tip of my index finger into the hole in my woosies," Karin said. "Mommy's boyfriends put their things in her, but they weren't that big, and she was a lot bigger than that little maid."

"A girl's vagina can stretch a lot more than you would believe," Karla replied. "Miss Evelyn has had enough practice now that she can easily accommodate our Master, in front or in the back. Though she doesn't usually do anal with him. She prefers the feeling of his seed filling her belly."

===

The Beagle puppy stood on wobbly legs, turned, and squatted over Lord Karl's fully erect cock, guiding the tip into herself with one paw, while holding her apron, skirt and petticoats up with the other, so her Master had a good view as he slipped into her tight young cunny. "See, Master? See how well you fit in me now?" She said with pride, as she sank down all the way to the faint bulge where his knot would soon form, and then wriggled a bit and grimaced as his tip pushed into her womb, and she got the last three inches into her.

"Such a very good girl!" Lord Karl said proudly. "And it feels so wonderful, fucking all the way into your womb. Undo your bodice and take off your bodice and blouse. I want to see your bare tummy."

"Yes, Master!" she said. She complied as rapidly as she could, unlacing the tight black bodice and then slipping off both bodice and blouse.

===

Karin gasped as the maid's blouse came off. "God in heaven! You can see the bulge his thingie is making in her belly!"

"Wow! You can, can't you? Doesn't that hurt?" Sandra added.

"He is getting cervical penetration with her, pushing all the way past the vagina, into the place where babies form. It takes practice for a young girl's cervical muscles to stretch enough to allow that. But once she has done it a few times, no, it doesn't hurt," Karla replied, her own bathrobe open now, and one hand petting her own slit, below her pregnant tummy. "If she wasn't on birth control, he would have a very good chance of getting her pregnant, since he will be depositing his seed directly into her womb."

"Why are you doing that?" Sandra asked, noticing Karla's masturbation.

"Because it feels good, and watching Master with a young maid turns me on," Karla replied. "It's all right to touch yourselves here, if you want to see for yourself."

"I... well, we don't really know how to... do that," Karin admitted.

"Just pet your slit, and rub that little button of flesh at the top. Repeat what feels good. But only if you want to. You don't have to do it."

===

They watched for another hour, as Lord Karl came a total of four times inside the little beagle girl, mating with her in a variety of positions. They totally lost track of how many orgasms the girl had, but it was at least six. And before they were done, Lord Karl had the girl straddle his muzzle one last time, and he licked her clean, and to another orgasm.

"Time for bed," Karla observed, as Lord Karl turned out the light in the bedroom, and snuggled naked in bed with his unclothed maid. "She will sleep the night with him, and they will mate again in the morning, before she leaves him to get ready for school, and get her breakfast. Now, off to bed with you. You have school in the morning as well."

"Yes, M'Lady," They both replied with a yawn.

Karla noted with a secret smile of satisfaction that while neither girl had taken her up on the permission to masturbate, she could smell that both were wet and aroused by what they had observed, and by the exposure to her own pheromones as she masturbated through three climaxes of her own.

Swiss Mix - Chapter 165

By DoggyStyle57, October 2010

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January 19, 2009 (Monday) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern Switzerland

When the school bus for the Estate's kids brought them back on Monday afternoon, Karin and Sandra made a point of catching up with Miss Evelyn, before the young beagle girl got back into the mansion.

"You're Miss Evelyn, right? Can we talk to you for a few minutes?" Karin asked.

Evelyn turned and smiled, stopping outside the entrance to the maid's quarters. "Sure! Which one of you is Sandra, and which is Karin? We all know your names, but I haven't figured out yet which name goes to which one of you. Sorry."

"I'm Karin," said the slightly taller Bernese girl. "And the easiest way to tell us apart is that the white stripe between our eyes is narrower on my sister Sandra. Also, I'm a little taller, right now."

"And she's two minutes older, so she always kids me about being my 'big sister', even though we're from the same litter," Sandra added. "Is there somewhere private that we can talk?"

"My room? I don't share it with anyone, and Miss Lexie shares my bathroom, but she won't come in without knocking first. She'll be busy with her homework, anyway," Miss Evelyn offered, as she led them inside and into her room.

"Nice room," Karin said, as she looked around. She spotted one poster tacked to the wall and asked, "Oh! You like that American band, 'Brothers Boing'?" The poster showed four good-looking_mixed breed_ Yellow Labrador Retriever / Golden Retriever canine boys, all with wavy golden fur. They ranged in age from 8 to 16, and were playing a rock concert for a sold-out crowd of adoring teen and pre-teen fans that was almost entirely girls. The youngest brother was singing and playing a keytar, while his three older brothers played drums and two electric guitars. One of the two guitar-playing brothers was in mid-jump above his brothers, playing in mid-air as he bounced on a trampoline behind them.

"Love them! You've heard of them then? Which one's your favorite?" Evelyn asked.

"They played in Stuttgart just a few months before... well, in last October. It was sold out, but we saw the ads on TV. I guess I like Oren best. The songs he writes for the band are so nice."

"I like little Bobby," Sandra said. "I don't care about the rumors that he's really their little sister. He's so cute!"

"Well, we have something in common then, and that's great! But I don't think you wanted to talk in private about some foreign rock band. What's up?" Miss Evelyn asked, as she sat on the bed.

"Well, you know we're both maid candidates, right?" Karin started. "But we don't turn ten until the middle of next month."

"Yes. M'Lady Karla mentioned you at our maid's meeting, and said we were to openly answer any questions you had. She also said that some of our summoned sessions with Master Karl would be observed by you. Have you seen me with him yet? What would you like to know?" Miss Evelyn replied.

"Well, ummm, it's about that 'full service' thing. My sister and I are both virgins, and, well, the idea of... mating... with someone old enough to be our grandfather is kind of..." Karin's voice trailed off uncertainly.

"We saw you last night. Do your parents know what you do for him?" Sandra asked.

Miss Evelyn giggled. "You watched me last night? You must have been hiding very well. I didn't even realize you were there! Well, you saw I really enjoyed myself, then, didn't you? I wasn't putting on an act for Master Karl. I really do love serving him in bed." She paused a moment, then continued. "I was ten when I came here, and more than a little bit scared. But what they offered me here was so much better than what I would have had if I didn't come here. See, my parents... well they were getting divorced when I came here. Neither of them wanted custody of me. So they signed me up for the maid scholarship here, rather than putting me up for adoption. They don't know, or care, what I do here, as long as I am getting my scholarship and I'm happy here. I'll stay here until I am at least 18, and can legally live on my own."

"What's it really like?" Sandra asked. "Was he your first lover? Have you had others?"

"After I came here, Master Karl told me about the full service choice. I was a virgin. Hadn't even masturbated, or kissed a boy yet. It did seem weird at first that a guy older than my daddy wanted to have sex with a kid like me. But I figured, 'what the heck?', I will want to learn what sex is like eventually anyway, so why not learn from someone who seems so nice, and who is so experienced?" Miss Evelyn said. "So I said I would try, and he was very gentle with me. And I loved how it felt! If you've never had an orgasm yet, you will not believe how good it can be. And honestly, he doesn't ask a lot of me. I only serve him once a week. I wish it was more often, really. He's the only lover I have ever had. A few of the maids asked if I wanted to 'play' with them in bed, but other girls don't interest me."

"Didn't it... hurt... when he poked his thing inside you?" Karin asked.

"Well, the first time always hurts, when you lose your virginity. But he took it slow and easy, and let me get over that brief pain, before we continued. After that, it was pretty fun. I was sore for a day or two after each of the first few times, but by the fourth time or so, he fit just fine, up to his knot."

"His... knot?" Sandra asked. "What knot?"

"You didn't notice how big he got at the bottom of his cock, before he cums? No, I guess you couldn't see that, since it was inside me. Canine boys have a part at the bottom end of their cock shaft, just before the sheath when they are erect, that swells to more than twice the thickness of their shaft. It took me a couple of months to get to where he could poke his whole length inside me, and let that swell inside," Miss Evelyn explained. "It's supposed to seal his seed inside the girl, so she'll get preggers easier."

"His seed?" Sandra asked.

"That creamy stuff he squirts out when he cums. After last night and this morning, I has so much of it in my cunny that I had to use a tampon when I got into my school uniform, so it wouldn't leak out at school and soak my panties!" she admitted with a giggle. "That's the stuff that makes a girl have babies, if she's fertile."

"But you don't get pregnant?" Karin asked. "Why not?"

"I'm on the Pill. I take a contraceptive medicine every day, that keeps me from being able to have babies. They provide free contraceptives to all the sexually active girls, so it's almost impossible for any of us to get pregnant," Miss Evelyn answered.

"Then why is M'Lady Karla pregnant?" Sandra asked.

"Because she wanted to have another baby, I guess. Stopped taking her pills, on purpose. She seems to like being pregnant. This is the second time I know of. Little Catherine is her girl, and her husband, Redd, is Catherine's father," Miss Evelyn said.

"Oh yeah. She lives in their apartment with us. We knew she was their kid," Karin said. "I guess Mister Redd must be proud that he's going to be a papa again."

"Well, he says he is. And Master Karl doesn't seem to mind summoning her, even when her belly is full of babies," Miss Evelyn said.

"I'm still not sure I understand that, either. She's married to Mister Redd, but she still sleeps with Lord Karl? And Mister Redd is fine with that?" Karin mused.

"Well, she was Master's maid before she married Mister Redd," Miss Evelyn replied. She paused, and then said in a conspiratorial whisper. "You didn't hear it from me, but some of the maids say Mister Redd only married her because Master got her pregnant. I don't know. Maybe Catherine is Redd's, or maybe she's Lord Karl's. Everyone says she's Redd's though. Officially, at least."

"Really?" Sandra said, wide eyed. "Ah... I guess Lord Karl couldn't admit he got one of the maids pregnant, while he was married. Is that it?"

"Married or not, his parents would have a fit if some maid tried to claim he was the father of their kid. There's rumors that a few maids left in a mighty big hurry over the years, and never came back. So maybe he has some other kids, too. Guess I couldn't blame him. Ever meet his wife, Lady Helga?" Miss Evelyn asked.

"Not yet, no," Karin said.

"Cold as the glaciers she likes to climb, so they say. Married to him just to breed legal heirs, and never got into his bed after that. Serves her right if we all keep him happy," Miss Evelyn said. "Besides, she's too old for what Master likes in a girl."

"Yeah, he... mentioned he didn't trust girls in their late teens and early twenties," Karin said.

"Yeah. I think M'Lady Karla is the only girl over 16 that he ever summons right now. She's a lot older, like, in her 30's," Miss Evelyn observed.

"I wonder why she's the exception," Karin mused.

"Don't know. Perks of being senior maid? Maybe she could tell you, if you asked her," Miss Evelyn replied.

"Maybe. Not sure if I want to ask, though. Well, thanks. I guess we all better get to our homework," Karin said.

"Yeah, I have to do my homework, and then report to the kitchens. I'm on cook's assistant duty this week. The nice thing with that though is that it means I am free after dinner. No evening chores doing laundry or cleaning things," Miss Evelyn said, as she opened her door. "Feel free to drop by any time. We can listen to some of my BB CD's. I even have a DVD disc of one of their concert tours."

"That would be nice, thanks. It was great talking with you," Karin said.

===

Back in their room, as they finished their homework, Karin leaned over and whispered to Sandra, "So, do you think Catherine is our sister too?"

"Who knows? The way things are going, the whole staff may be related to us!" Sandra replied. "Do you think Evelyn was being honest with us? Or do you think they told her what to say, and what to do while we watched?"

"I think she's honest," Karin said. "I like her. I don't think she would lie to us."

"I like her too," Sandra agreed. "I'm just still not sure about... well, doing it with Lord Karl."

"Neither am I," Karin said. "I guess we just need to keep our eyes open, and decide later. It doesn't seem like anyone cares how long we take to make up our minds, or which way we choose."

"Yeah. I guess. Maybe it all just seems too good to be real," Sandra said. "I keep expecting something terrible to jump out at us, like in that awful horror movie where the kindly old lady wants to eat the kids that stay at her cottage over night, when they get lost in the woods."

"Well, he does admit that he wants to lick us, but I doubt he wants to cook us and eat us!" Karin said with a laugh. "Let's see if it's time yet to go get dinner. Talking about eating is making me hungry."

Swiss Mix - Chapter 166

By DoggyStyle57, October 2010

(Note, the 'Brothers Boing' song 'Put your paw in mine' , that appears in this chapter is my own original lyrics.)

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January 19, 2009 (Monday) - Pouncefield

When Hazel sat beside him on the school bus to go home, Hans noticed that she was listening to the tiny digital music player that her parents had given her for her most recent birthday. The puppy girl had a dreamy look on her face, and was clearly enjoying the song. Her tail had been wagging as she boarded, too. They had a few minutes to wait before the bus was due to pull out of the school parking lot, and most of the kids were wrapped up in conversations, or making out in the back rows of seats.

"What are you listening to?" He asked her. She didn't reply at first, and so he waved a paw in front of her eyes, and repeated his question.

"Oh! Sorry, Hans. I just got a copy of the new 'Brother's Boing World Tour' CD uploaded to my player. It went Gold in just three days, can you believe that? The songs are fantastic," She replied, as she took the ear bud on Hans' side out of her ear, and touched a control on the tiny player, to stop the music so she could talk to him.

"What are the 'Brothers Boing'?" Hans asked. "I'm, afraid I'm not familiar with that group."

"What? Wow, you must never listen to the radio. They've had at least three songs in the top ten pop and rock singles every week since they their first concert last July. They have one Platinum CD already, and two that are gold and will probably go Platinum by this Summer," Hazel said with an indulgent smile.

"No, I don't listen to much radio. What are they like?" Hans asked.

"Well, they are what we call a 'boy band' here in America. Most of their fans are teen and pre-teen girls, and their songs are all romantic, clean and fun. The Brothers are four canine boys, mixed breed, Yellow _Labrador Retriever_and_Golden Retriever_cross, and are real-life brothers," Hazel replied, as she rattled off the facts on each musician. "The youngest is Bobby Gies, and he's eight. He's an adorable little boy with a voice like an angel, who sings and plays a keytar. In fact, he's so cute there are rumors that he's really the other brother's little sister. Oren Gies is eleven, and plays guitar as well as singing. He's 'the brainy one' in the group, and writes most of their songs. Ian Gies is thirteen, and he's 'the wild one' in the group. He's an acrobat as well as a singer and guitar player. Nathan Gies is sixteen, and he's their drummer, and the 'sexy' boy the teen-aged girls go wild for. All four dance and sing in their act, and they have a backup band consisting of four other musicians."

"Sounds interesting. But why 'Boing'?" Hans asked. "Why not call the band 'The Gies Brothers' or something?"

"That's because of their concert gimmick. 'Boing' is from the first initials of each boy's name, plus their surname: Bobby, Oren, Ian, and Nathan Gies. But it's also a reference to their stage act gimmick. They have a bunch of angled trampolines on the stage. They come on stage by bouncing from one trampoline to another, and Ian even plays his guitar while bouncing from one trampoline to another," Hazel said, as the bus started to pull out of the lot. She handed Hans an ear bud, and said, "Here, give it a listen with me. This one's my favorite. It's called 'Put your paw in mine', and little Bobby sings it."

Hans put the earpiece in his ear, and snuggled next to Hazel as she selected the song and played it.

The song opened with cheering girls voices, and then a musical riff that gave the fans a chance to get quiet. Then a sweet male Soprano voice came into the mix, as Bobby began to sing.

Oh, the first time I saw you, walking in the park.

I was too shy to say it, couldn't even bark.

But I knew that I loved you, though I couldn't say.

"Put your paw in mine, won't ya walk my way?"

Put your paw in mine, won't ya walk my way?

Put your paw in mine, we can run and play.

Put your paw in mine, please give it a whirl.

Put your paw in mine, and you could be my girl.

Oh, I know that you're older, and I'm just a pup.

But you smiled when you saw me, things are looking up.

Got to get up my courage, got to really say.

"Put your paw in mine, won't ya walk my way?"

Put your paw in mine, won't ya walk my way?

Put your paw in mine, we can run and play.

Put your paw in mine, please just give it a whirl.

Put your paw in mine, and you could be my girl.

Does a year really matter? Or could it be three?

All I knew was I loved you. Had to make you see.

So I ran up and hugged you, and managed to say

"Put your paw in mine, won't ya walk my way?"

Put your paw in mine, won't ya walk my way?

Put your paw in mine, we can run and play.

Put your paw in mine, please just give it a whirl.

Put your paw in mine, and you could be my girl.

Thought my heart would stop beating, I felt like a clown.

But you didn't reject me, didn't put me down.

Now my tail won't stop wagging, 'cause I heard you say

"Put your paw in mine, won't ya walk my way?"

Put your paw in mine, won't ya walk my way?

Put your paw in mine, we can run and play.

Put your paw in mine, I will give it a whirl.

Put your paw in mine, and I will be your girl.

Put your paw in mine, won't ya walk my way?

Put your paw in mine, now we run and play.

Put your paw in mine, glad you gave it a whirl.

Put your paw in mine, so happy you're my girl.

By the time the song ended, Hans and Hazel were hugging each other, and Hazel kissed Hans passionately. "And I'm so happy you're my guy! Here's your stop! See you tomorrow."

Hans handed back the ear bud, and kissed her again before he got off, grateful that the bus driver, Carlos, was normally more than willing to wait as the kids did such things. "That was a very nice song. And I'm happy to have you, too. See you tomorrow!"

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January 19, 2009 (Monday evening) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern Switzerland

After dinner, Karin and Sandra bathed and got dressed for bed, and then Karla escorted them again through the tunnels, to observe Master Karl and his chosen maids for the evening.

"Who will we be watching tonight?" Sandra asked, as Karla got two chairs ready for the girls, and opened the curtain so they could see.

"You get a 'double feature' this evening. Miss Taylor, and myself. Any questions, before I go? You may ask anything that you like. Will you be all right watching here by yourselves? Or should I call one of the other maids to sit with you?"

===

In Lord Karl's bedroom, he was already greeting Miss Taylor, who had just arrived. He gave his daughter a passionate French kiss, and then she sank to her knees and undid her father's dressing gown, so she could suck on his cock.

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Karin looked at Taylor, and then back at Karla. "We'll be okay here. We're not afraid of the dark. Just a few questions. Ummm, Lord Karl told us that Miss Taylor is really his daughter. Is that true?"

"Yes. Yes it is true. And he has told me that you two are also his daughters. So Taylor is your big sister. Half-sister, to be accurate," Karla replied.

"Ummm, then why doesn't she look like a dog? I mean, I guess her mother must have been a vixen, but wouldn't she at least look a little like a Bernese, if Lord Karl was her daddy?" Sandra asked.

"I guess you haven't met many mixed breeds, have you?" Karla replied.

"No M'Lady. Not many," Sandra admitted. "We knew a girl at school that was part Cocker Spaniel and part Golden Retriever. She was as big as a Golden, but her face and fur was more like a Cocker."

"Well, when the parents are the same species, but different breeds, things do sort of work that way. But when the species are different, they tend to look a lot more like one parent than the other. Taylor has her father's dark brown eyes, and it looks like she will be very tall for a vixen. She is already as tall as her mother, and is still growing," Karla replied.

"Do you know her mother? Does her mother know that Taylor is having sex with her daddy? What does her mother think about that?" Karin asked.

"I know her mother very well," Karla replied, pausing and considering just how much to divulge. "I am her mother. And before you ask, it was my idea for our daughter to become sexually active with Lord Karl and myself."

"Your idea? May I ask why?" Karin asked.

"Because I thought she would enjoy it as much as I had. My mother died when I was born. My father took my virginity when I was your age, and he and my two older brothers mated with me for several years. We all enjoyed it. I went to work for Lord Karl... a little while after I stopped mating with my father and brothers," Karla admitted.

"But why did you stop having sex with your own family, if you enjoyed it?" Karin asked.

"I stopped because my daddy accidentally got me pregnant, and I got caught. Daddy got away without going to jail, but I went to a reform school, because I wouldn't admit to who the father had been. That baby... didn't make it," Karla said.

"Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry," Karin said. "Ummm, when did Taylor start, and why?"

"Taylor was an accident. Lord Karl's condom broke. When Taylor was born, I left Lord Karl, and went into hiding in another country, while I raised Taylor until she was old enough to go into a boarding school. Master provided everything we could wish for. Everything, that is, except for a home under his roof, as his admitted mate and child. He allowed me to return after Taylor was safe in that boarding school, and gave me a new job, as his chauffeur." She looked through the mirror, where Lord Karl was now enthusiastically fucking Taylor.

"But he didn't want to sleep with me very much anymore. Not like he's doing with her, now. And I didn't want my second child to grow up without parents. I knew Lord Karl couldn't admit she was his. And so when she turned nine, I asked him to consider hiring her as a maid. She had identity papers that gave no trace to her real father. No one need know. And we used better contraceptives with her, so she wouldn't get pregnant. In return for my consent to that, he also favors me in his bed again," Karla admitted. "The alternative would have been no better than a foster home for Taylor, and a nearly sexless life for me, close to the male I still loved, but no longer frequently mating with him."

"I guess... that makes sense. There's no papers tracing us to him either. So I guess that's why we're here, like this? He knows it will work, that no one will know we're his kids, because he already did it with her?" Karin asked.

"Probably so. At any rate, it's your decision to make. For my daughter and I, I think it was a good deal. She's spent the last 5 years living in a wonderful home, with her real mother and father, and knowing their love. I know your mother is gone, but he's still here. And he will be here for you, whether you choose to accept him in bed or not. He may not be able to acknowledge you, but he's always provided for his children. Always," Karla said.

"You love him a lot, don't you?" Sandra asked.

"Yes, I do," Karla replied.

"Then why did you marry Mister Redd?" Sandra asked.

"Because I got pregnant. And I didn't want to go away again. And Catherine might have been Redd's child, anyway. As far as anyone cares, she is," Karla said. "May I join my daughter now?"

"Ummm, sure. We'll wait here until you're done, I guess?" Karin said. "Thank you for answering so many personal questions."

"Miss Claire will come for you at ten, and take you back to your own beds. I'll be spending the night with Master Karl. Good night, and enjoy the 'show'," Karla said. "It will actually be sort of fun for me, knowing you're watching us."

Swiss Mix - Chapter 167

By DoggyStyle57, October 2010

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January 19, 2009 (Monday evening) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern Switzerland

In Lord Karl's bedroom, Miss Taylor arrived, curtsied to her father, and then crossed the room. Her father gave her a passionate French kiss, and then she sank to her knees and undid her father's dressing gown, so she could suck on his cock.

"There's my good girl," Lord Karl said happily, as he stroked the teenaged vixen's hair. "I'm a lucky man indeed, to have a sexy, beautiful daughter who loves me so much. Your mother should be joining us soon. She should be getting your two nine year old sisters settled in to watch us right about now."

Taylor took her father's cock out of her muzzle and smiled up at him, as she petted her own slit. "So we have an audience tonight? Wild! Maybe next week, we can have them watch from inside the room?" she said quietly, before taking him back into her mouth for a while longer.

"Perhaps, if they want to. I don't want to give them any pressure. It's certainly a strange enough experience already for them to be watching us at all, and I don't want to frighten them, or make them feel they have no choice. I'll make that offer to them though, for next week. Do you remember the first times you watched your mother mating with me, when you were as young and innocent as they are now?" Lord Karl asked her.

"Umm humm," Taylor replied, humming around her father's shaft without removing it from her mouth, as she swallowed the first of his precum.

"It was so beautiful, watching you as your sexual awareness bloomed like a rose. Your mother and I were, and still are, so proud of how much you return our love," Lord Karl said. "Well, much as I know you love tasting my cream, please get on the bed now, my darling child, and let me fill you. We need to leave some for your mother, after all."

Taylor took off the skirt, apron and petticoats of her maid's uniform so her little sisters would have an unobstructed view, got on the bed on all fours, and raised her tail invitingly, pleading for her father to mount her. "Come and get me, daddy! Fuck your daughter, your favorite way! Doggy style!"

"That I will, my pretty vixen!" Lord Karl said, as he positioned himself behind her, and thrust his hard shaft into his daughter's sopping wet slit. "Daddy's going to give his little girl a good, hard fucking, and fill you up with his cream!"

"Ummmm, that's it, daddy! Really give it to me!" Taylor said enthusiastically, as her father covered her from behind and hammered hard and fast into her welcoming slit.

"Such a pretty sight," Karla said several minutes later, as she entered the room from the secret passages. She slipped out of her bathrobe, then got onto the bed and laid on her back in front of her daughter, wriggling in close until her slit was in front of her daughter's muzzle. "Take care of mommy too, sweetheart. Mommy's really horny."

Taylor needed no better invitation, and immediately started lapping at her mother's slit. "Ummmm, yummy mommy!"

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Behind the mirror, Karin and Sandra watched in fascination. "Geeze, they really do it with each other like that. And Taylor looks like she's having a lot of fun, doesn't she?"

"Yeah. Ummm, what are you doing?" Sandra replied, looking over at her sister.

Karin jerked her hand away from her own clit, embarrassed to be caught masturbating. "Oh! I... well, it does feel good. Have... you tried touching your woosies while we watch them?"

"Ummm, not yet. I was too embarrassed. But I guess, if we're both gonna do it, it's okay." Sandra opened her robe and slipped her paw under the hem of her sleep shirt. "It... does feel kinda good, doesn't it?"

===

"How are the children doing?" Lord Karl asked, without slacking his pace as he fucked Taylor from behind.

"Mine? Or yours?" Karla replied, before saying to Taylor, "Ohhh, that's good, baby. Lick mommy's cunny!"

"Both, actually, but mine first," Lord Karl replied. "Are Karin and Sandra all right? It seemed you took rather long in joining us."

"They are fine, and very inquisitive. Since you already told them about Taylor, I answered their questions in full detail. They now know as much as Hans or Marie. More, actually, since they know about Catherine now as well," Karla replied. "I still say Catherine is old enough to start learning how to suck cock and lick cunnies too. Sure you're not willing to get her started?"

Lord Karl tried to look shocked, but he also came inside Taylor when Karla once again casually offered their four year old daughter for his use in bed. "No! For God's sake, Karla, Catherine isn't even five years old yet! Leave her out of this. I don't fuck babies."

"As you wish, Master. But how young were some of those children that you fucked in America? Eight? How much younger could they have started on oral sex?" Karla asked, pushing the issue slightly, and smiling at the fact that she was arousing her Master more by discussing the topic.

"The youngest one was eight, but she was almost nine. And all of them were already sexually active. It's... different in that place. The kids mature a little earlier. I wouldn't have done that here," Karl insisted. He declined to admit that he'd happily muzzle fucked his seven year old daughter, Heidi.

"Heidi's only seven, and you allow her to experience oral sex now with her brother," Taylor stated, taking her muzzle out of her mother's crotch long enough to talk.

"She... getting her started that young was you kids' doing, not mine. My knot's relaxed enough now for me to withdraw. Karla, get on your back, and lick my cream from our daughter while I fuck you," Lord Karl said, trying to both change the subject and get Karla into a position where she couldn't talk.

===

"Wow... he's had sex with kids as young as eight?" Karin said.

"Well, at least one of mommy's 'boyfriends' wanted us to join them when we were only eight. Remember?" Sandra said.

"How could I forget? Mommy almost broke the door, slamming it behind him when she kicked him out," Karin said. "I didn't understand what he had wanted back then, or why mommy was so mad. But seeing this... I guess that is what that guy wanted. To make us do some sex stuff with him when we were that little."

"Do you think a lot of guys want to have sex with kids?" Sandra asked.

"Probably not. Most of mommy's boyfriends that found out we were in the closet and watching were more embarrassed that kids saw them mating, and wanted to leave on their own," Karin said.

"What if mommy had said yes? What if she had let one of those guys... do stuff with us?" Sandra asked.

"I... don't think we would have liked it. Not with some guy we didn't even know," Karin said.

"But what if it was with someone who we did know?" Sandra asked, looking back through the mirror. "Someone who loved and protected us, like mommy did?"

"Shush! Listen to what they are saying," Karin said, as she resumed touching her clitty.

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"Yes, Master," Karla said, as she got into position. "Place your hands on my tummy while you mate with me, and you should be able to feel my new babies moving. Doctor Siefert says they are developing according to schedule, for twins at five months. I've never carried twins before, and I can't believe how big my belly already is."

"Maternity becomes you, my Pet. Even with a belly full of kits, you continue to be a very good sex partner," Lord Karl said reassuringly, as he entered her and placed both hands on her belly. "Oh! I think I felt one of them kick just now."

"Yes, I felt it too. Now fill me up, Master. I'm so horny I can't stand it. I've had Redd mating with me every morning and every evening, and it still doesn't seem like I'm getting enough! My hormones are going crazy," Karla said, before her daughter's cum-soaked crotch muzzled her, and she could do nothing with her mouth but lick her master's seed from their daughter's slit.

Lord Karl leaned forward and kissed Taylor as he fucked her mother. "Would you have wanted to start earlier than nine, if I had allowed it for you, my daughter?"

"I don't know, daddy. Now that I know how much fun sex is, I think yes. Maybe. But most of what made it fun was how wonderful you and mommy made me feel when you licked me. If I was too young to enjoy that, I probably wouldn't have wanted to do it, back then," Taylor said, as she squirmed on her mother's muzzle and enjoyed the oral attentions she was receiving from her own mother. "But I am glad you both did it with me when you did. I love sharing this time with both of you, and how good we make each other feel. And I'm glad my first time was with experienced people that I loved."

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"Maybe that is why Taylor is happy about it. She already loved and trusted her daddy before she 'did it' with him?" Karin said.

"I guess," Sandra said, sniffing her fingers. "Touching my woosies makes me smell funny down there."

"Me too. M'lady Karla smelled different when she did it, too. I guess that is part of how it works," Karin observed, and then started to yawn. "What time is it? Can you see a clock?"

===

Karl, Taylor and Karla continued to mate for a while longer, changing positions several times so each of them had a chance to lick out at least one cum-filled cunny, before they turned out the lights and snuggled in bed together.

===

At ten o-clock, Miss Claire and her sister Molly found Karin and Sandra had both fallen asleep in their chairs. Claire closed the curtains, and she and Molly each picked up a sleepy puppy, and carried them back to Redd and Karla's apartment.

"Think they will be watching us like that, tomorrow night?" Claire whispered to her sister.

"Probably. I wonder what they think about all this. Must be quite a change from life with their mom. Poor kids. To lose their only parent so young. I wonder what happened to their father?" Molly replied.

"Who knows? Not for us to pry, anyway. They will tell us, or not, as they choose. Now let's get them tucked in, and get to bed. We have a Math exam tomorrow," Claire said.

Swiss Mix - Chapter 168

By DoggyStyle57, October 2010

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January 19, 2009 (Monday afternoon) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

After the Holidays, the extracurricular activities in Hans' school life revolved around the end of the Swimming and Wrestling seasons. He was doing well in both sports, for a pup who was still a few months shy of his twelfth birthday, and there were not many competitions left before the regional championships. But he had 2 to 4 events per week to compete in now.

Between competitions, he worked out with the free weights and weight machine in the small gym at his mansion, swam laps in the mansion's indoor pool, and did diving practice at the school's indoor pool, since it was still too cool outside to refill the mansion's outdoor pool, and the mansion's indoor pool had no diving board.

Dinner tended to run a little late, but he still maintained his schedule with Heidi and his maids, every morning and evening. After all, sex was a great work-out too!

Hans had finished his homework, and was in the mansion gym, halfway through his training routine and just getting started on 20 leg presses, with the weight machine set at its maximum limit, when his seven year old sister Heidi entered the room.

She walked past Hans without saying anything, picked up a relatively large set of hand weights, and sat on the end of the bench press station. She did several alternating arm curls as she watched her brother, but she didn't look like she was really all that interested in using the weights tonight.

Hans knew she could outdo most boys her age when it came to strength, so he was worried about her behavior. She normally took her own weight training more seriously, and was proud of her strength. "What's up, sis?" He asked, as he stopped and took a drink from his water bottle. "You look like you're miles away."

"Oh... I just wish I was a boy, that's all. Or that I didn't hafta worry 'bout losing my virginity," she said sullenly. "You're so lucky, big brother! You can do whatever you want. Play any sport, have all the sex you want, with anyone you care to try it with..," she set the weights back in the rack, and sat back down on the end of the bench press station. "An' what do I get to do? The only sport they've let me play is soccer. An' I think that was only 'cause Cynthia really liked me. Even then, I spent most of my time on the bench when we played other teams. All 'cause they don' wanna risk me losing my darned cherry!"

"Well, there's a whole lot of other things to do at school than sports, sis. And in a couple more years, when you're bigger, and... Well, once the inheritance is settled, why, then no one will care about your cherry, right?" Hans said. He got off the weight machine and sat on the bench next to his little sister. "Hey, I'm pretty glad you're a girl. You're a lot more fun as a girl, than me having a little brother." He kissed her warmly, then smiled at her.

"I'd be even more fun if I didn't have my cherry," she said, dropping her hand lightly into her big brother's lap, and rubbing his sheath through his gym shorts. The white fur of her paw and the rust fur on her forearm made a pretty contrast with his blue gym shorts. "It's no fair! Marie gets to mate with you, an' Taylor does, and all the other girls... I wanna do what they do!"

"You will, sis. I promise. But not until after the inheritance is settled. You know we can't risk you losing your cherry. It could really screw up the inheritance," Hans said, his shaft stiffening a bit as his little sister fondled him. He squirmed a bit, but didn't stop her.

"I'd rather get screwed than have the stupid inheritance!" Heidi complained, as she kept rubbing her brother's sheath. "So what if daddy doesn't get to be the next Count von Bernerholdt, or get that money and the other two mansions from Gramma an Grammpa? Daddy owns this mansion completely, right? Gramma an Grammpa don't control this place at all. I mean, it's not like he doesn't have any money of his own, an' we only need one home. We're doin' fine without their money, aren't we?"

"I think it's three mansions, but I get your point," Hans said, trying to come up with a good argument. "But you know, I think father is mostly going through this for us. At least now, he is. To make sure that when we're older, we'll both be cared for, and I'll be able to take good care of Marie, and Taylor, and Cheri. If we can just hang in there for a couple more years, then, when the time comes, you and I can each have our own mansion. And do it without you having to marry some rich guy and be his wife."

"Why should I want to get married, anyway, or go live with someone else? Why can't I just stay with you, like Marie an' Taylor plan to do?" Heidi asked. "Maybe, if the inheritance happens okay, some day you'll hafta marry some girl that isn't your sister, so she can have your babies. But wouldn't you wanna still have Marie, an' Taylor... and me?"

"Absolutely," Hans said, without any reservation at all. "And if I ever do marry anyone, it's going to have to be someone who can accept that I love all of my maids, and you too. Probably someone who can even accept that some of you are my sisters. I don't want to do like father did, and marry someone just to make babies, with my wife not approving of Cheri, or Marie, or any of you. And that definitely includes you too, sis. I love all of you."

"Yeah, I know you do," Heidi said, kissing her brother again, and not at all in a 'sisterly' way. "It just feels like it's gonna be forever, ya know?"

"Hey, you're not even eight yet. Give it time. I was ten before they officially let me do any sex stuff. I would have got into a world of trouble if they had found out what I was doin' with Marie before we turned ten," Hans said. "And you saw what they did to me when they did find out! They punished me by making me dress like a maid for a whole month!"

Heidi giggled. "You looked so embarrassed, the first time I saw you in a dress. Not like now, huh? You like doin' it now?"

"Yeah, I do like cosplay now. But mostly that's 'cause Lexi and Marie and Taylor all thought it was fun mating with me while I dressed and acted girly. If they hadn't told me they liked it when I cross-dressed, I would have hated every moment of it," Hans said. "Cheer up! You're already getting an earlier start than Marie, or Taylor, or I got to have. Father lets you do some sex stuff already."

"But you don't do everything he says you could with me, Hans. He said it's okay if you use my butt, but you never have," Heidi said, reaching inside her brother's shorts now and grasping his shaft in her little hand. "Don't you want to try it?"

Hans wriggled a bit uncomfortably. "Yeah, I do. But I also don't want to hurt you! And it just doesn't seem fair for me to do more than oral sex with you, when you're still not old enough to be able to have an orgasm. I want it to be just as much fun for you as it will be for me, when I finally do that with you."

"Then try licking me again! Maybe you can make it happen this time? If you can, will you fuck my butt too?" She said, standing and slipping off her skirt and panties. She laid back on the bench and with no apparent effort locked her heels behind her own head, a contortionist's move that left her mound open and exposed. Her white tummy fur and pubic mound stood out in stark contrast to the silky black fur of her thighs, and he could see her puckered pink asshole winking at him, and she flexed her butt. "Please, big brother?"

"Well, I'll try." Hans got on his knees and looked closely at his little sister's exposed pubic mound, then sniffed her carefully. "Hummm? Are you a little wet already? Or did you take a shower, or use a bidet, or do something else just before you came in here, that might make you wet down there?"

"No. Just did my homework after school, and came down here," Heidi insisted. "I didn't even go to the bathroom, since I left school."

Hans sniffed again, appreciatively. "Well, you smell different than you did this morning. I've had my nose in a girl's crotch almost every day for the last year or more, and I know how each one of you smells by now. Now, you smell a little more like Marie, when she's in the mood to yiff with me."

"So, stop snuffling me, and start licking me, big brother! Maybe I'm ready now?" Heidi said. "I just know I really want your tongue in me."

The eleven year old Bernese boy needed no further encouragement. Tail wagging, he started to eagerly lick at his seven year old sister's slit. And he was surprised to find that she really was starting to get wet with feminine juices, and that she now had that familiar, salty, tangy taste that Marie and the other girls got when they started to respond to sexual attentions. "You taste good. Better than this morning. Does it feel any better?"

"Stop talking, and keep licking! Yes, it feels good. Different. Just... keep doin' that!" Heidi said, holding onto the bench so she wouldn't fall off, and unfolding her legs so she could lock her heels behind her big brother's head, and pull him closer to her wet slit.

Hans paused and pulled her labia outward with his thumbs, careful not to sink them too deep, and looked into his sister's vagina. "So much worry over a little crescent of skin. I can see your cherry. And you're definitely getting wet now." He started licking again, probing carefully with his tongue, carefully running the tip along the fragile edge of his sister's cherry, and then moving higher, to lick and suck on her clitty.

"Ohhh! Oh, right there, big brother! Yeah! Keep doin' that! Mummm, that feels really good!" Heidi's tail was wagging happily at the end of the bench, brushing the fur of her brother's chest, as her breathing got faster and more shallow.

"Okay sis, brace yourself! I think this oughta do it!" Hans pulled back, and slid the hood of her clitoris back with his index finger tips, exposing it fully. Then he suddenly blew a blast of air across that sensitive flesh, as if he was blowing out a birthday candle, before licking fiercely and sucking on her clit.

"Oh geeze!" Heidi shouted, as her legs clamped tight against the back of her brother's head, and she almost suffocated Hans, while she arched her back and literally howled as she had her first-ever orgasm. "Arooooo!"

Hans struggled to breathe, and kept licking and sucking, until his little sister had rolled through two more orgasms, and was laying limp and quivering on the bench.

"That... was... so... COOL!" Heidi said, as she panted for breath. "Oh GOD Hans! ... No wonder ... the maids want to ... serve you so much! Is it really anywhere ... near that good for you .... when I suck you?"

"Pretty much," Hans said, with a very satisfied grin. "I'm glad you enjoyed it so much."

"It was AWESOME!" she said, as she propped herself up on her elbows. "Now will you try my butt? Let me make you just as happy?"

"We'll see about that tonight, after dinner. I'm sure Marie and Cheri will want to watch you cum too, and Cheri should supervise us when we do it the first time, okay? I can wait a few hours for my own pleasure, and my bed's a much more comfortable place for that," Hans said.

"Woo hoo! FINALLY!" Heidi said, as she sat up and kissed her brother passionately.

Hans just laughed and tossed Heidi's skirt and panties back to her. "Let's go up and tell Cheri and Marie the good news."

Swiss Mix - Chapter 169

By DoggyStyle57, October 2010

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January 19, 2009 (Monday Evening) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

Miss Cheri and Miss Marie were making dinner when Hans and Heidi walked into the kitchen. Or rather, when Hans walked in, and Heidi bounced and skipped into the room, brimming with excitement, and smiling broadly. Phil and Bridget had not yet arrived.

Heidi's joy was not lost on Miss Cheri, who simply said, "You seem to be in a happy mood this eve, Mistress Heidi."

Heidi fiercely hugged her Guardian, and then danced in the middle of the kitchen, arms above her head and swaying in counterpoint to her swaying hips and wagging tail, as she said in a sing-song voice, "I had an or-gas-im! I had an or-gas-im!"

"Oh? That is good to hear, Mistress. Did you get your homework done as well?" Miss Cheri said, as calmly as if her youngest charge had announced she had found a penny on the sidewalk.

Heidi stopped dancing in mid-sway, saying, "I had an ... Oh! Uhhh... Yes Ma'am. I-I did. B-but..." She was clearly disappointed that everyone else wasn't immediately as bubbling with happiness as she was over her new capability.

Hans was holding back a snicker, and Marie tried to pay strict attention to stirring the batter that she was working on, while not smiling too much.

"Very good then, Mistress," Miss Cheri said. "I trust your brother assisted in this, and that it was not accomplished at the cost of your virginity?"

"Yes Ma'am. She is still very much a virgin, Miss Cheri," Hans replied. "All I did was lick her, but this time, she responded. She was wet before my tongue even touched her."

"Then we are of course happy for you, Mistress Heidi, though you both should have waited until we were all together this evening, so we could have shared in your new experience. And we knew this would be happening soon, did we not?" Miss Cheri replied. "It is important, yes. But this time comes to all young girls. Your body will begin changing now, and not all of those changes will be as pleasant as your first orgasm. After dinner, you and I will retire to my room for a talk, so I may instruct you in some of the things you will need to know in the next month."

Marie set her bowl of crepe batter aside, and hugged Heidi. "Congratulations, little sister! You're one step closer to being a young adult!"

"Hans said that now he would try my tailhole! But he said I had ta wait until tonight, so you could make sure we do it right, Miss Cheri," Heidi said. "Can we do that tonight? Please?"

"We will see about that," Miss Cheri replied. "I will examine you when we talk after dinner, and see if your body seems ready to take that step. You are still very small, and your brother is very well hung. It would be easier on you if we took several days to train you to accept increasing sizes, so that..."

"But I wanna make him happy TONIGHT!" Heidi interrupted. "Hans made me feel really special, an' I know he wants ta try my butt. I don' wanna wait days and days before he can try it with me."

"As you wish, Mistress," Miss Cheri replied. "It can be done, if you are large enough already. Master Karl has trained girls with both methods. But do not complain to me if you are sore afterward. My way may take longer, but it would be easier on you."

===

After dinner, Miss Cheri took Heidi upstairs, and showed her how to line her panties with a pad in anticipation for when her period started, and how to clean herself during her period, without rupturing her hymen.

Then she took Heidi down the hall and had her use the toilet in Hans' bathroom, and observed the size and condition of the little girl's movements, before flushing the waste away.

"Well, what you are passing seems large enough to indicate that you can already stretch to almost as large as your brother's shaft, without discomfort. I think, as long as he does not attempt to tie with you, that you can safely accept him," Cheri said.

"Yay!" Heidi shouted. "Thank you, Miss Cheri!"

"You should wait to thank me until after the deed is done, and until after you fully understand the process," Miss Cheri said, as she got some other supplies from under Hans' bathroom sink. "Now, pay close attention, and I will teach you how to wash inside your tail hole, so you will be as clean as possible for your brother. Often, merely doing a good job of your evening toilet and initially preparing yourself with some lubricating gel is sufficient. But sometimes, other methods are required..."

Heidi's eyes got a little wide, and she swallowed as she saw the hose-equipped apparatus that her guardian was filling with warm water, and the size of the rubber hot water bottle that was being filled. "Well... If... that's what it takes..."

"It is what any of our maids do to make ourselves ready, Mistress. And after you are no longer a virgin, this apparatus can also be used, with a different nozzle, to cleanse your vagina, during your period," Cheri said. "You should find the warm water also helps to relax you back there, and make it easier to stretch to accept him."

===

When Heidi and Cheri emerged from the bathroom to join Hans and Marie, Heidi had a somewhat odd expression on her face, and was walking a little funny. But she smiled when she saw her brother, and said, "Miss Cheri says I'm ready! You can use my butt now, Hans!"

"Provided you take it slowly, and do not try to tie with her," Miss Cheri added. "She is clean, and has been lubricated. And I have prepared myself, as well, Master."

"It feels really weird!" Heidi said, looking back at her own butt, her tail wagging slowly.

"All right. Marie and I were discussing the idea, and I want Heidi to get on top of Marie, so she and Heidi can lick each other through several orgasms while I try her tail hole," Hans suggested.

"And I guess if this will be a 'butt night' I can get my own tail ready while Hans is mating with mom. Come here, Heidi! I want to see if I can make you have an orgasm too!" Marie laid on her back, with her head near the foot of the bed, so that when Heidi straddled her muzzle, Hans would be able to stand at the end of the bed, in good position to enter his baby sister.

Heidi got on top of her sister, laying tummy to tummy, and nosing at Marie's crotch as she raised her tail for her brother. "Okay... Let's do this!" She said.

Hans applied some extra lube to his own shaft, wiped his paws clean with a washrag, and poised the tip of his shaft at his sister's virginal butt hole. "Okay, Heidi. Just try to relax, and let it slip inside," He groaned as the tip pushed in a little way. "Oh God you're tight! You sure this isn't hurting you?"

"I can... take it... Just do it, Hans!" Heidi pleaded, before bending back to the task of licking Marie's slit.

"Slowly. She seems to be doing fine, master. Give her another inch, and then rest a moment," Miss Cheri said, as she stood beside the children and watched carefully for any signs of problems.

Hans pushed a second inch into Heidi's tail hole, and felt like he was forcing his cock into a wet funnel, made of tightly stretched rubber. "That's a third of the way to my knot. One more inch, and you'll have the thickest part past the entrance." He shoved again, and slipped in another inch.

"Oh geeze!" Heidi said. "That feels so weird! It's not... bad, though. I'm okay. P-put the rest in, huh?"

Hans pressed slowly forward, until his knot, now fully engorged from the incredible sensations of penetrating his littlest sister for the first time, was firmly up against Heidi's anus. "I'm in! You did it, Heidi! Every inch but my knot!"

Heidi wanted to respond, but she was overcome by an orgasm, as the combined sensations of her impalement and her sister's incessant and expert licking drove her over the top. "Ohhhh! Oh geeze! That's... AUGHHH! Oh wow!"

Hans waited until his sister was panting quietly, then withdrew about 2/3 of his length, and slid it back in again. "Here we go, sis. God this feels good!" He started to slowly pump in and out, wanting his own release, but also not wanting to go too hard on her first time this way.

Miss Cheri fingered herself as she watched the siblings mating. "Very good, young Master. Your sister is taking this very well, for her first time. Just be careful not to slip out, as you increase speed. You wouldn't want to withdraw completely and hit the wrong hole on the forward stroke!"

"I'm being careful, Ma'am. Besides, Marie's nose is mostly blocking Heidi's slit, from this angle. That's part of why I... chose this... position..." Hans said, picking up speed and almost closing his eyes as his own orgasm neared.

Marie beat him to it, though, as Heidi's licking gave Marie a solid orgasm that left her panting heavily into her little sister's crotch.

"God in Heaven!" Hans cried, as he unloaded his seed into Heidi's butt. "Here we go, sis! Feel it?"

"Oh wow! Yeah! Ohh, that... OHHHH!" Heidi squealed as Marie licked her clit and sent her into another orgasm.

Miss Cheri was also panting heavily, as she fingered herself to a climax. Then she handed a washrag to Hans. "You did that well, Master! Your father will be pleased, I think. Now wash up, and then I will lick the little Mistress, while you fill me."

Soon Heidi was on her back, her brother's seed leaking from her tail hole as Miss Cheri licked her cunny, while Hans was happily thrusting his cock into Cheri's tight butt, and Marie excused herself to the bathroom.

By the time Marie returned, Hans was laying on the bed between Heidi and Miss Cheri, his arms around his sister and his maid, as they regained their breath.

"I do hope you've left some for me?" Marie said, knowing full well that her brother should be good for at least one more time.

"For you, Marie? Always," Hans said, rising to a sitting position and beginning to get erect again.

Miss Cheri cleaned the puddles of cum from the bedspread with a washrag, and then inspected Heidi's gaping tail hole and washed it as well. "How do you feel, little Mistress?" She asked.

"Sore. But it's a good kinda sore. Like after a good workout in the weight room," Heidi said. "That was soooo awesome."

"Well, you seem to handle it well, but I would advise you try it no more than once a week, for a while. Give your muscles time to adapt to these changing demands," Cheri said.

"Yes Ma'am," Heidi said, eyes half closed.

Before Hans had finished with Marie, Heidi was sound asleep.

"Poor dear. We wore her out!" Miss Cheri observed, as she gently picked the little girl up, and headed for the door. "Sleep well, children."

"Good night, Miss Cheri. Sleep well," Hans said.

"Good night mother," Marie added. "See you in the morning."

Swiss Mix - Chapter 170

By DoggyStyle57, October 2010

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January 20, 2009 (Tuesday Evening) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern Switzerland

As the household started to leave the dining room after dinner on Tuesday, Karin and Sandra quietly approached Lord Karl.

Karin looked around to see that no one else was particularly close to them, and then asked, "Sir? May my sister and I talk with you? Privately?"

Lord Karl nodded. "Of course you may! Come with me, then."

The two Bernese girls followed their father to his suite, and into his private office.

When the door was closed, and everyone was seated, Lord Karl asked, "All right. What would you like to talk about?"

"Ummmm. Well... It's about... Mrs. Brushtail. M'Lady Karla?" Karin started, hesitantly.

"Speak freely, my child. No one can hear what goes on in this office, and I won't repeat what you say to Karla, unless you want me to. Are you having some sort of problems with her?" Lord Karl asked.

"Well, not exactly problems. It's just... Well, she sort of creeps me out," Karin admitted.

"Oh? And why is that? Is she doing anything to you that makes you uncomfortable?" Lord Karl asked. "You have a right to your opinions, certainly. You are not required to like her, and it is certainly not required that you have any sexual experiences with her. But she will be your supervisor when you become maids, so you're going to have to learn to at least get along with her, if you plan to work here as my maids. Go on."

"Well, she hasn't touched us in any naughty ways, no, though she's touched herself in front of us, and encouraged us to... touch ourselves. And she's been very open and honest in answering our questions, I guess. Maybe too honest. Some of the ways she acts, and the things she says are very... well, they make me feel like I don't want to trust her," Karin said. "She just seems so... I don't know, sort of cold and heartless. Like the way Mrs. Brushtail 'gave' Taylor to you, to use in your bed, just so you'd keep mating with her, too. I mean, Taylor seems happy with the idea now. But listening to her mother talk..." Karin hugged herself and shivered a little. "It was just so... creepy. Like her own daughter was just a toy to offer you, so she could get what she wanted."

"Karla does think of herself first, and everyone else after that, yes. It's one of her biggest flaws. But she did also consider Taylor's happiness. Taylor is much better off here than she would have been if she had remained in that boarding school, with no father, and a mother she only saw once a month or so. Wouldn't you agree?" Lord Karl asked. "And Taylor made the choice freely. I didn't force her to have sex, and neither did her mother."

"Yeah, I guess," Karin said. "But she also offered little Catherine to you. We heard her, last night."

"And you heard me refuse that offer, as well," Lord Karl stated. "Catherine is too young to make that choice. Taylor was your age, and honestly, I only barely consider a child your own age to be capable of making that choice and understanding what it means. That is why I am not trying to convince you, or apply pressure for you, to say yes to having sex. That is why I am allowing you to see exactly what I do with my maids, before making any decision at all."

"But you've had sex with younger kids? Like seven or eight year olds?" Sandra said, hesitantly. "Didn't you say that, last night?"

"Yes, I have. But those particular children were already sexually active before they did anything with me, and they wanted to mate with me. I wouldn't have asked them to do anything, if I didn't know that they already liked doing it," Lord Karl said. "Some children mature earlier than others."

"Our mommy wouldn't have allowed us to have sex when we were that young," Karin said. "Some of her 'boyfriends' asked for us to do stuff with them, and she got really mad and threw them out."

"I would say your mother was right to do that, especially if they were only casual lovers or 'paying customers' of hers, and she knew you two weren't interested in or curious about sex yet," Lord Karl said. "You weren't even masturbating when you were seven or eight, were you? Are you even doing that now? Touching yourself for pleasure, and getting wet and feeling good because of it?"

"Not back then, no," Sandra replied. "We just peeked through the slats in the door, to see what mommy was doing, and when it was safe to come out and go pee."

"Now, we... well, Mrs. Brushtail kind of encouraged us to touch ourselves while we watch you," Karin admitted. "We've only done it a few times, though."

"It is a perfectly natural thing to enjoy, and nothing to be ashamed of. Have you had orgasms yet? A really good feeling that happened because you touched yourself like that?" Lord Karl asked. "You've seen the way my maids react near the end of when I mate with them. Have you felt anything that might make you want to act like that?"

Karin looked at Sandra, clearly embarrassed, then nodded slowly. "Last night, yes. I couldn't keep my eyes open while it happened, and I was panting after it happened. And I got so wet down there that I almost thought I had pissed on myself. But it didn't stink like piss."

"Me too," Sandra admitted. "We... rubbed our woosies while we... watched you with Taylor. It did feel pretty good."

"Do we... have to keep watching, with Mrs. Brushtail?" Karin asked.

"No, not at all. You can stop watching, if that is what you want. Or you can have another maid of your choice assigned to guide you. Or you can come and watch on your own, if you feel you can find your way. I could have some temporary markings placed on the floor with tape, so you can find your way more easily through the tunnels," Lord Karl said. "Actually, I would imagine Karla would prefer not to escort you every night. She'd surely rather spend each night mating with her husband, on the nights she isn't mating with me. So... What would you like to do?"

"I think, maybe, with the tape on the floor, we could find our way ourselves. We still want to watch, I guess. Haven't decided about having sex yet, and... well, it is kinda fun watching," Karin said.

"Yeah, I'd rather we were alone while we watched, and didn't have somebody else watching us," Sandra said, looking embarrassed, and not quite looking at Lord Karl's eyes.

"I'll have Karla mark the way for you tonight then, and just leave you there. Oh, and I don't know if you heard her, but Taylor said she wouldn't mind if you were actually in the room, next time you watch me with her," Lord Karl said.

"Is Taylor ever with you by herself, or would her mother be there too?" Karin asked.

"Karla is almost always paired with Taylor, on my current schedule," Lord Karl replied.

"I'll pass, then. If it was just Taylor, then maybe, but... I don't want to watch in the room, while Mrs. Brushtail is there," Karin replied.

"That is fine. It was just an offer. Hummmm. Is your uneasiness with Mrs. Brushtail making it uncomfortable for you to live in her apartment?" Lord Karl asked.

"Ummm, only a little, but... Well, eventually we'll get rooms in the maid's quarters, right? Even if we don't agree to have sex with you? Is there any reason we couldn't get those rooms before we start as maids?" Karin asked.

"No rules against that, no. I just thought you would feel less pressure on your decisions, if you weren't thrown in with the maids from the start," Lord Karl said. "As I recall, there is a pair of rooms unoccupied in the corner closest to the maids' meeting room. There's an entrance to the maid passages quite close to that pair of rooms, and one that doesn't go past Mrs. Brushtail's office. Shall we go look at those rooms, and see if they meet with your approval?"

"Yes, please," Karin said. "I think we've decided we will definitely serve as maids. It's just the idea of... mating with our daddy... or having sex at all, that we're still uncertain about."

"Take all the time you want," Lord Karl said. "When you are ready, if that time ever comes, you only have to ask. The choice is yours."

===

After looking at the rooms, the girls went back to Karla's apartment. Karla was on the phone when they got there.

"Yes, Master. As you wish. Tomorrow I will schedule several of the maids to assist them in moving. Good evening then," Karla said into the phone. Then she hung up and turned to face the girls. "Well, it seems you two are feeling more comfortable and independent. That is a good thing. Master Karl has informed me of your requests, to move to the maid's quarters, and to continue your observations without an escort. I should thank you. Now I get my evenings back."

"We do want to thank you for your hospitality, M'Lady, and we hope we don't seem ungrateful. We just thought it might be easier for us to make friends with the other maids, if we were already living with them," Karin said.

"Quite so. Well, it's much too late to move you tonight, of course. The maids will help you to move tomorrow. And for tonight, you can watch Molly and Claire on your own," Karla said. "Do you mind if Molly brings you back here when they are ready to go to sleep? It makes little sense to mark a path for you that you will only use once more, and as soon as you're in the new rooms, I'll show you the shortest route, and mark that path for you."

"That will be fine, Ma'am. We'll go get ready now," Karin replied.

===

That evening, Karla took them to see Molly and Claire's session with Lord Karl.

"Except for myself, those two teenagers are the oldest girls that serve in Master Karl's bed at this time," Karla said. "Sometimes he keeps a girl longer, but not often, of late. Both of them have already been seeking a transfer to another estate. Have a nice night," She then left them alone, to watch the twins mating with Lord Karl.

The sex between the Malamute twins and Lord Karl is spirited, but did not seem as passionate as he had been with the younger maids. He filled both girls twice, the first time licking them clean himself, and the second time having the girls lick each other clean. Karin and Sandra both fingered themselves to orgasms as they watched.

===

When Molly came to get them, she asked, "Did you enjoy watching us? Any questions?"

"Ummm, do you and your sister have sex very often with girls, like that? What's it like?" Sandra asked.

"Oh, Claire and I only do that for each other, to please Master Karl. It's not bad, really. Just not as fun, for us, as mating with a male. Why? Are you considering licking each other?" Molly asked. "It won't hurt you to try, if that is what you're wondering. You don't suddenly stop liking boys because you licked a girl."

"Ummm, well, we haven't ever done that. Not yet, anyway. Thanks for talking about it, though," Sandra said, glancing at her sister and wondering what it would be like if they did lick each other.

Swiss Mix - Chapter 171

By DoggyStyle57, October 2010

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January 24, 2009 (Saturday Morning) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

Hazel was relaxing on Hans bed, comfortably enjoying the afterglow of her lovemaking, after Miss Cheri and Miss Marie had departed to get breakfast started. The nine year old puppy smiled and rolled to one side to kiss her remaining lover gently, before saying, "That was quite a ride, 'Miss Hannah'. Both last night, and this morning. Thank you."

Her kiss was received by the eleven year old Master of the household, her lover and future employer, Hans Bernerholdt, who was still in drag as 'Miss Hannah Krause', his female cosplay alter-ego. His long, glossy black hair was done in a very feminine mass of curls, framing a face still young enough and androgynous enough that it took only a little makeup to make him look very feminine. Combined with the scarlet baby doll nightie, lightly padded bra, and the special 'gaff' panties that flattened and concealed the bulge of his sheath and balls, he looked for all the world like a 12 to 13 year old Bernese girl. And when he opened his mouth to reply, the rich alto voice he had learned to produce at will sounded just as convincingly female. "It is I who should thank you, my darling! It's so nice to have you to share these 'special playtimes' with me."

"I just can't get over how convincingly you can pull it off now. I swear, your best friends at school, if they saw you and heard you right now, would never believe you were the boy they know. It's just amazing!" Hazel ran a paw lightly over the crotch of Hannah's silk panties. "You even feel like a girl, down there!"

"Those panties do make a world of difference," Hannah admitted. "This pair is particularly good. On the outside of the stiff gaff panel and under the silk, there's a soft, lifelike set of labia, made of some sort of special rubbery stuff. As long as you don't poke and prod too much, or try to remove them, you'd never guess I'm male, or how well hung."

"Well, my butt can attest to how well hung you are, lover," Hazel said with a laugh. "I'm still sore from last night! Hummmm. Can I ask a favor of you, today?"

"What is it? I don't have any particular plans for the day," Hannah replied.

"You know that band that I love listening to? The Brothers Boing?" She said. "Well, the radio station at the Mall is giving away tickets to the concert they will be doing in Pouncefield this May. It's been sold out for months, and they've never played live here before. Will you come with me and enter the contest too? It would double my chances of winning some tickets and posters and stuff. Please?"

"Hummm, well, they're all right, I suppose. But their fans are almost entirely girls, and a scattering of gay boys. Most straight boys wouldn't get caught dead standing around and trying to get tickets or fan stuff for that band," Hannah replied.

"That's what I might expect Hans Bernerholdt to say. But what does 'Miss Hannah' think about it? If you come to the mall with me as Miss Hannah, no one would think twice about seeing another girl in the crowd, would they?" She made big sad puppy eyes at him. "Please? Do it for me? You know you can pull it off, and admit it, you'll get a kick out of getting away with pretending to be a girl in public!"

"Well, maybe. But I've never gone to such a public place in drag before. The last time was back in Switzerland, with Marie doing all the talking, while we went to some out of the way ladies' clothing shops to buy feminine clothes for me. And we still almost got caught," Miss Hannah replied.

"I'll make it worth your while. You can yiff me silly in a ladies' dressing room, or in the girl's bathroom! Wouldn't that be a big turn-on?" Hazel pleaded "Come on. Do it for me?"

"Oh, all right. The mall won't be all that busy this early in the day anyway. Let me get dressed and freshen my makeup and hair. You girls mussed it up a lot last night and this morning," Hans replied with a feminine laugh, as he got out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

"YAY! We'll have lots of fun! You won't regret it!" Hazel shouted, as she went to join Hans in getting dressed to go out.

===

Hans went to breakfast dressed in a crimson silk blouse, a matching miniskirt with a black belt, and black nylon stockings with a black lace garter belt, while wearing three inch black heels. He had some extra lipstick and makeup, a cell phone, and $200 in cash in his small black purse, and his little two-way pager was clipped to the inside of his skirt's waistband. Under the outfit he was still wearing the scarlet padded bra and gaff panties from last night.

Hazel was wearing a cute overalls-style denim jumper with a bright yellow t-shirt under it, and a short denim skirt and yellow sneakers with white anklets. She wasn't wearing any panties under her skirt. She also had one of the two-way pagers clipped to the inside of her skirt's waistband, and carried a small yellow purse with her spending money, student ID, and cell phone in it.

Miss Cheri was the first to notice their arrival in the kitchen. "Oh my! Are you planning to be Mistress Hannah all day?"

"Only for the morning. Hazel wants me to go to the mall with her and enter a contest for boy-band tickets," Hannah replied.

"You're going out in public? Drat! Heidi and I both have homework projects to work on," Miss Marie complained. "I wish we could be with you. I'd love to see you out in public, dressed like that."

Hazel looked concerned. "Darn. I guess that means that Miss Cheri can't drive us to the mall then, huh? Ummm, what about Mister Phil? Has he ever seen you dressed like a girl, Hannah?"

"Well, Phil and Bridget do know that we do cosplay every Friday night and Saturday morning, while they have Heidi at their place. But no, I don't think either of them has ever seen me dressed like a girl. It's not something we ever talked about a lot," Hannah replied. "Hey, when they come in for breakfast, introduce me as Hannah Krause, a female cousin who just arrived for a visit! Let's see if I can get them both to believe it."

===

When Phil, Bridget and Heidi entered the kitchen a little while later, Miss Hannah was standing at the breakfast bar, sipping a hot tea and chatting with Miss Cheri about what the weather had been like lately in Pouncefield, and whether or not she might still want to dress warmer.

"Ah! Good morning!" Miss Cheri said as they entered. "Hannah, may I introduce the other two members of our Pouncefield staff? This is Mr. Phil Connors, and his wife, MS Bridget. And of course you recognize your cousin, Heidi. Hasn't she grown a lot since she saw you last time?" Cheri smiled at Phil and Bridget. "This is Miss Hannah Krause. She's Hans and Heidi's cousin. Her family moved to Pouncefield last week."

"A pleasure to meet you," Hannah said, as she held out her hand to Phil, palm down, like a young lady should do on being formally introduced.

Heidi paused all of half a heartbeat before racing past Phil and Bridget and hugging Hannah. "Hannah! I didn't know you moved here too! This is gonna be great! Will you be goin' to school at Saint Lovejoys, too?"

"The pleasure is mine, I'm sure," Phil said, as he took Hannah's offered hand gently, quite uncertain if he was expected to kiss it, shake hands, or just take it for a moment and let go again. He opted for the latter course. "I can certainly see the family resemblance. You Bernese must have one heck of a time at family reunions. Do you need nametags to tell each other apart?"

"Heidi! You're getting so big now! No, my folks bought a home in a different school district, Heidi. But we're close enough to visit each other now. Won't that be nice?" Hannah replied to Heidi, before looking back to Phil. "Say, I just found out that Miss Hazel and I love the same band, and that there's a give-away at the mall today for their stuff. Could I trouble you to take us to the mall after breakfast? I rode my bike over here, and it would be nice to have a car for bringing our prizes and purchases back here."

"Certainly! That's my job here, after all, to drive the family and their guests where they need to go. Ummm, Miss Cheri? Where is Master Hans? He's usually at breakfast before we are," Phil asked. "I hope he isn't feeling ill?"

Hazel giggled. "I think we wore him out last night. Three on one really isn't fair."

Bridget stepped forward, paused and sniffed the air a moment, then smiled. "You really should put on some perfume before you go, Miss Hannah. Otherwise, I'd give you perfect marks. An excellent performance!"

"What?" Phil said, now somewhat confused.

"You can't tell, can you?" Bridget asked, now laughing lightly at her twin brother. "Maybe it takes a woman's senses to not be fooled so easily. But when I scented the air to see what sort of perfume our guest was wearing, I realized what I was smelling was Master Hans' scent. And I can't detect the scent of any strangers in the room. So Miss Hannah is our dear Master, playing a joke on us. And doing it incredibly well, I must say!"

Phil stared open mouthed for a moment, until Hans nodded and said in his normal voice. "She got me, fair and square. No hard feelings, I hope?" Hans said.

"Amazing. You really had me going. Especially the voice. Ummm, you're really going to go to the mall, dressed like that?" Phil asked. "Not that I'm making a judgment on you, or anything, it's just... that I hadn't expected this from you."

"Yes, that part was no joke at all. Call it 'risky cosplay', as well as a favor to Miss Hazel, here. It's one thing to play 'dress up' in the privacy of your bedroom, for the thrill of it. Doing it in public takes it to an entirely new level. And as you said, virtually no one who knows me would expect this of me, so they should take 'Miss Hannah' at face value. Just like you did," Hannah replied, using the feminine voice again. "Especially if I act and sound like a girl, right?"

"I would certainly have to agree there. All right, we can go right after breakfast. The Mall opens at 9 AM," Phil said.

===

After finishing breakfast and getting some perfume on Miss Hannah, Phil drove his charges to Pouncefield mall. They parked on the third floor of the parking garage, since the radio station was on that level, and so was the food court. Only a few cars were coming up to this level so far, probably with similar reasoning. Why not park on the same level as the store you planned to visit?

"You two go on in, and I'll wait for you in the food court. That way you won't be seen with Hans' chauffeur tagging along. I have my pager if you need me," Phil said.

"Sounds great!" Miss Hannah replied. "You should be able to see us most of the time, just by looking across the atrium. Though, ummm, we're... going to do some shopping, too. So don't worry if you lose sight of us. We should be back to the food court before eleven o-clock, all right?"

"Agreed then. I'll grab a newspaper and some coffee, and see you when you're ready to leave again. Have fun, you two," Phil said.

Phil waited in the sedan for a couple of clusters of shoppers to head into the mall behind Hazel and Hannah, before going in himself. He bought a paper at one of the small merchant carts, got some coffee at the food court, and then settled in at a table on the balcony railing, where he could see the crowd of teen and pre-teen girls already milling around the radio station's booth. "Hardly any boys over there. I guess that's why..." he mused, before shrugging and opening his paper.

Across the way, he could see Miss Hannah's crimson outfit and distinctive tricolor fur quite clearly, as 'she' spun a prize wheel, and jumped excitedly as 'she' won a music CD. "Kids," Phil said with a smile. "They sure are enjoying this."

Swiss Mix - Chapter 172

By DoggyStyle57, October 2010

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January 24, 2009 (Saturday Morning) - Pouncefield Mall, Pouncefield

A large area had been cleared on the third floor balcony, in front of the 'Jawbreaker FM' radio station's studios. On the balcony edge, a wide aisle was marked off with stanchions and ropes, so shoppers could get from one side of the mall to the other.

Inside the ropes was a crowd of squealing, shouting, hyperactive girls, and a handful of young boys, the majority of them kids aged 7 to 17, and skewed heavily to the lower end of that age range. They were clustered around three tables where the DJ's from the station were doing a live broadcast, and on an impromptu dance floor beside the DJ booth. Posters of the Brothers Boing decorated the area, and their music blared from the speakers.

The DJ's were pausing between starting new songs to let several fans step up and spin a wheel for prizes. About half the fans were queued up in an already very long line to get a spin at the wheel, and the rest of the kids were dancing with each other, bopping out to the 'Brothers Boing' music marathon that the DJ's were playing.

Off to one side were tables and chairs for numerous parents who had driven their daughters, or occasionally their sons, to the mall just for this event. The radio station had free coffee and sodas for any parent that could show that they had a kid in the crowd of fans.

Miss Hannah was near the start of the line, when a thought occurred to her. "Oh, drat! Um, Hazel? I can't sign up for the drawing as Hannah!" she whispered. "I wouldn't be able to provide ID to claim any of the big prizes! What do I do?"

"Simple! Use Heidi's name," Hazel suggested. "If we win the tickets, who's to say she wasn't one of the kids in this crowd? And she has a student ID card, right? She can pick up the tickets here, if you win."

"Ok, that will work. Whoops! I'm up!" Hannah said. She went forward and filled out a prize drawing form to try to win the tickets, and then gave that to the DJ at the prize wheel.

"All right, Heidi! Try your luck!" the DJ said loudly.

"Thanks!" Hannah said, as she gave the wheel a good hard spin.

The wheel ticked to a stop, and the DJ shouted. "Heidi wins a CD! Just pick the one you want from the bin on the table. There's a good girl!"

"YAY!" Hannah shouted, jumping up and down happily. "Can I try again for other prizes?" She asked, before selecting her CD.

"You can only enter the drawing for the tickets one time," the DJ replied.

"But if you go back to the end of the line, then sure, we'll let you spin again for posters, T-shirts and CD's, as long as we have any left."

"Okay! Thanks a bunch!" Hannah took a copy of the band's first CD, and jogged back to the end of the line, tucking the CD in her purse after flashing the cover at Hazel, so her friend would know which one she had picked.

As she got to the end of the line, an older, teenaged Irish Setter boy got into line behind her. "So, Heidi, is it?" He asked, with an Irish accent as well. "What did ye win?"

"Oh, hi. Ahhh... do I know you?" Hannah said, somewhat taken aback that the boy might be flirting with her. "I got their first CD. Ummm, you like this band too?"

"Well, I heard the DJ shout your name from here, 'tis all," he said with a grin. "And nae, we haven't met. Not 'till now, when Lady fate graciously tossed ye in me path. Just between you and me, I'm really only here 'cause my kid sister really loves the band. She couldn't make it, so big bro goes to the bat for her."

"Well, that's really sweet of you. Ah, yeah, I'm Heidi," Hannah replied. "And you're...?"

"My name's Mike," the boy replied. "Er, I don't s'pose ye got any plans for later? I was thinking, well, maybe you'd like to catch a flick with me? My treat, for such a pretty lassie."

"Oh! Well, sorry, but I'm here with some friends, so I really can't. Sorry," Hannah replied.

"Ah, that's all right," Mike said with a grin. "Can't blame a bloke fer tryin' though, eh? Still, if ye change yer mind, I'll be around fer a while. Got no better plans for the day, meself. An' I could do far worse than to spend it in the company of a pretty girl like you."

Hazel ran breathlessly back to the end of the line, and said to Hannah, "I got the second CD! Between us, we have all of them now! Though it wouldn't hurt if we both had our own full sets, right?"

"Ah! Here's one of my friends now!" Hannah said, somewhat relieved to be 'rescued' from the boy's attentions. "Um, why don't you go ahead of us, Mike? So my friend and I can stay together?"

"Most kind of ye, lassie! Ye take care, now," Mike said, moving ahead of Hannah and appearing to take interest in some of the other girls closer to his own age, while still occasionally glancing back and smiling at 'Heidi'.

"So? Who's Mike?" Hazel asked Hannah quietly, as soon as the boy was paying attention to others. "Not even going to introduce me? I leave you alone for 2 minutes, and some guy is already chatting you up?"

"Oh, he's... just here to win some things for his kid sister. But... he... did try to hit on me, yeah," Hannah admitted.

"And? Come on, 'girlfriend', we need details here!" Hazel said, giggling and peeking around Hannah at the boy in question. "Oh! He's definitely smiling back at you. I think you have an admirer!"

"Well, he... asked if I might like to see a movie with him. His treat," Hannah whispered, resisting the urge to look back at the boy.

"Did you say yes? Did you? What did you say? Should I tell Phil to pick you up later?" Hazel quietly but urgently asked.

"No! I... I told him I was with friends, and couldn't go off with him," Hannah whispered back.

Hazel giggled again. "What's the matter? Not your type? He looks like a cute college boy. You don't have to worry about me, if you want to 'give it a whirl'," Hazel said, her words mimicking the refrain from the song the DJ was playing right now. "I promised ages ago not to be jealous."

"I don't even know him! And... Well... Heck, I don't even know what 'my type' is yet, when it comes to boys! I never thought I'd... have guys... hitting on me like that," Hannah said.

"Why not? You're beautiful! Most guys would love to go out with such a pretty girl," Hazel said.

"And when he finds out 'more' about me? What then? Do I just giggle and bat my eyes and say 'Oh! Did I forget to mention that little detail?'? Most guys would get pretty angry..." Hannah started to say.

"Hush! He might hear you!" Hazel suggested. "Well, get to know the guy better first, before it goes that far. Or arrange to do a double date, with other kids you trust, like Cynthia and Pokeinfo."

"Who don't know either!" Hannah hissed. "The only ones that know all about me are you, Ashley, Luke and Elise, and my family. And I'm not ready to tell any of my other friends."

"Well, he's stopped looking back now. It's safe to turn around. I think he's trying the same sort of line on that bunny girl to his left," Hazel said.

"He's what?" Hannah said, turning and looking his direction. There wasn't a bunny anywhere near Mike.

Hazel laughed. "Oohhh! You sure turned around fast when you thought he was chatting up another girl! Sure you weren't tempted by his offer? He really is sort of handsome, isn't he?"

"You think so? I don't know. No... Drop it. I'm not telling him I changed my mind," Hannah declared.

===

An hour later, they had each also won a poster, and Hazel had won a t-shirt. Mike had vanished into the crowd. But after looking around a bit, Hazel spotted him over in the food court, looking their way.

"He's still watching you, 'Heidi'! First time out, and you already have them drooling at you," Hazel laughed. "Well, let me show you how grateful I am, before I lose you to him!" The little puppy took Hannah's hand in hers, and led her to the third floor store for Yippy Wear.

"But this is a men's store," Hannah complained.

"The girl's clothes are one floor down, and they have their own elevators. Your admirer won't be able to see where we went, from over there in the food court. Unless you want him to know?" Hazel teased.

"I don't want him following me, no. Let's go," Hannah replied.

They took the elevator to the second floor, and went through the misses and petite's section, to a set of doors marked 'Code 9433'. On the numbers were four smaller letters, that spelled out 'YIFF'. On either side of the sign was a telephone keypad that flashed the numbers 9 - 4 - 3 - 3, while lighting up the letters 'YIFF' on the keys.

"So that's why they call it Code 9433!" Hannah said, getting out her cell phone and looking at it. "See? If you spell out 'yiff' on a phone, the numbers are '9433'. Neat!"

"I guess. Anyway, they have a great lingerie and dare ware store here, and there's dressing rooms big enough to yiff in them," Hazel said.

"And you know this from experience?" Hannah asked, needling Hazel for a change.

"Not about the yiffing, no. But I bought my last nighties here, to please you. So I saw the dressing rooms. As long as we don't make a lot of noise, they're pretty private, and the doors lock."

They shopped for a bit first, selecting some new bras and panties for Hannah, and a garter belt, stockings and panties for Hazel, and took them to the dressing room to 'try on'. A sign in the dressing room hallway said any 'soiled' garments would be considered sold to the person who soiled them.

"Interesting policy," Hannah observed. "I guess they are used to people making out in the dressing rooms?"

"Maybe, but the sales girl takes notes on who goes in, and what they are carrying. And they check you when you come out, to make sure you're carrying the same things, and that they are all still clean and sellable," Hazel replied.

Hannah looked in the doors of each of the 6 dressing rooms. "All empty. Every girl in the mall is probably still upstairs."

"Good!" Hazel said, drawing Hannah into a passionate kiss after she shut the door of the farthest dressing room behind them. "Then I have you all to myself!"

Swiss Mix - Chapter 173

By DoggyStyle57, October 2010

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January 24, 2009 (Saturday) - Pouncefield Mall, Pouncefield

Hannah passionately kissed Hazel in the dressing room of the 'Code 9433' lingerie store, while slipping one hand below the young girl's skirt and starting to feel her up. She smiled as she noted that Hazel had no panties on, and that her friend was already very wet.

Hazel moaned softly and wagged her tail, spreading her legs wider and inviting her lover's intimate touches.

Hannah, who in reality was eleven year old Hans Bernerholdt, in drag, laid on her back on the dressing room floor, beside the full length mirror, and licked her muzzle as the nine year old puppy she was with lowered herself over her tongue in a squat, tail wagging happily, and bracing herself on the seat of the bench that was just past Hannah's head.

"Ohhh, now there's a look I like on you, Hannah!" Hazel declared, as she watched herself getting her cunny licked in the dressing room mirror. "Umm humm! Definitely a sexy look!"

Hannah glanced sideways under Hazel's thigh, took one more lick, and then said. "That's a keeper, all right. Let's try another one!" as 'she' reached under her own skirt and slid her panties down several inches, revealing a very male sheath and balls, and a rapidly stiffening cock."

"Oh! I like the look of that! Let's see how well it fits!" Hazel said, as she moved lower and squatted over Hans' upraised cock. She smiled at the very feminine face of 'Miss Hannah', as her lover's cock entered her to the hilt in a single downward squat. "Unghhh! It's a little tight, but I think it fits pretty good."

"It will stretch a bit as you wear it, dear," Hans said in Hannah's feminine alto voice, and closing his eyes halfway as his young lover eagerly bounced up and down on his shaft.

Just then, they heard someone walking outside the door, then heard the changing room door shut next to theirs. A moment later they could clearly hear a mother instructing her daughter in how to adjust her new brassiere for a good fit. Hanna placed a finger on Hazel's lips, cautioning her to be silent, then shuddered as he filled the little puppy with a load of his cream.

Hazel sucked on Hans' finger as she also climaxed, trying hard not to make any noises that the mother and daughter in the next room might overhear.

They remained tied together by Hans' knot for several minutes, listening to the mother and daughter next door, and kissing each other, until Hans' knot finally subsided enough for Hazel to slip free. Then Hazel turned around atop Hans, and sucked his cock clean, while Hans licked his own cream from the happy puppy's sopping wet slit.

They spent a little while longer actually trying on the new lingerie that they had brought into the changing room, before Hans gave Hazel enough cash to buy all of their new things. "You get these, and meet me in the food court," Hannah said. "I need to find the ladies room next, and then I'll be right up."

"Okay. See you there in a few minutes," Hazel said, giving Hannah one last kiss before leaving the changing booth. She took all their posters with her, so Hannah wouldn't have to deal with that in the ladies room.

Hannah readjusted her panties and skirt, dusted some dirt off the back of her skirt and blouse, and took time to fix her makeup in the dressing room mirror, before she headed off to find the girl's bathroom. Hans really did need to pee, and it would be fun to brazenly go in the 'wrong side' to do his business. As he left the store he could see Hazel riding the escalator back up to the third floor, to meet with Phil.

===

Bren was watching the crowd of girls on the third floor from the second floor balcony, while trying to drown out the boy-band's pop music with his iPod. The song he had playing now was 'Ain't that a kick in the head'. He knew the original version of the song was by some crooner old enough to be his grandfather, but the updated version he had on his iPod sounded pretty good, and seemed strangely fitting as a tune to watch girls by.

"Cute bunch, even if half of them are jailbait," he said to himself. "Speaking of jailbait, I wonder if Heidi's somewhere in that crowd. Looks like girls her age really love that band."

He casually scanned the crowd, seeing if he recognized Heidi or anyone else, when his eyes caught a flash of tricolored fur - not up above, but down here, on the second floor, heading away from him through the crowd.

"Heh! Maybe she is here," he said, sauntering in that direction, and trying to get a better look at the Bernese who was walking away from him. "Nah, too tall. That must be Hans," he said, as he picked up his pace.

Bren was about to call out to Hans, when he got a better look at the Bernese girl and her crimson blouse and miniskirt, as she ducked into the ladies room. "Oh man! Nah, that couldn't have been Hans. But she sure looked like him, from a distance. Maybe I'm seeing things. Gotta stop eating cold pizza for breakfast."

He stopped, shrugged, and turned aside, heading for the escalators to the food court.

===

Up in the food court, Hazel sat down with Mister Phil, and showed him the 'loot' that she and 'Hannah' had won. "... And Hannah has another CD in her purse, too. She should be up here in a few minutes. She needed to use the little girl's room first."

Phil looked at his watch, and nodded. "You guessed the time about right. It's a quarter to eleven, and we had figured you'd be at it until eleven o'clock. I'm glad you had fun. No problems, I take it?"

"Nope. We had a great time. Hannah even had a guy try to get a date from her!" Hazel said. "An older boy that wanted to take her to a movie."

"Oh really? How did she handle that?" Phil asked.

"She told him 'no thanks', and that she was with friends. He took it okay, but was watching us and smiling at her a lot until we left the contest," Hazel replied.

They made various small talk for another 15 minutes, but Hannah still didn't show up. "Maybe there's a long line at the ladies' room?" Hazel suggested. "There were a lot of girls here for the drawings and prizes, after all."

"Perhaps. I'll try calling her," Phil said, getting out his cell phone and tapping in Hans' private number. He listened for a moment, frowned, and said "Hummm. It just rolls over to voicemail. Either she's on the phone, or she doesn't have the phone turned on. Try your pager?"

Hazel unclipped her pager and opened it, pressing the button to select Hans as the recipient, and sending the pre-programmed 'Where are you?' message. She stared at it blankly. "She isn't responding to that, either. And I know she had her pager turned on. I watched her activate it when she clipped it on her skirt this morning. And we both wore them on the inside of our skirt waistbands, so we could feel them vibrate even if the noise level was high."

"Well... do you suppose she could have taken that boy up on his offer for the free movie?" Phil asked. "She would have turned the cell phone and pager off before going into a theater, wouldn't she?"

Hazel looked doubtful. "She said she wasn't going to reconsider, but... He was a pretty good looking guy. Maybe she changed her mind. I don't know why she wouldn't have called before going into the theater though, if that was the case."

"Well, I guess we wait. Hannah can take care of herself pretty well, and if she was in trouble, it's easy for her to contact us," Phil said, trying to act less concerned than he really was.

===

They waited another 30 minutes, every so often trying both the cell phone and the pager, but nothing changed. The phone always rolled right to voicemail, and the pager never got a reply.

At Noon, Phil's phone rang, and he answered it. "Hello?"

Miss Cheri's voice came from the other end. "This is Cheri. Is everything all right with the children there? Do you know where they are?"

Phil replied, "Hazel is with me right now, and, ah, Hannah went to use the bathroom a while ago, and should be back any moment now, why?"

"We just got a very strange missive, and I pray it is just some sort of sick joke," Cheri said. "A child delivered an envelope to the security guards at our gates just now. The letter inside claimed 'We Have Heidi, and if you want her returned unharmed, you will do as we say, and not contact the police.' But Heidi is standing beside me right now, and has been here all day?"

"Oh hell," Phil said. "God, I hope it isn't related, but it's been 45 minutes or so since we saw Hannah. We... Hell, we thought she was waiting in a long line at the bathrooms, or that she had taken a boy up on his offer to join him for a movie. Does the letter say anything else?"

"Just that they will contact us again soon, with ransom information. Please, find Master Hans at once! I must know that he is safe!" Cheri said.

"We'll start searching at once, of course. I agree that I hope it's just a sick joke. But call me at once if there's any other news. I'll call you as soon as we have Hannah with us, and are on the way back to the mansion," Phil replied.

===

After filling in Hazel on what Cheri had said, they searched the immediate area. They found no sign of Hans, but did find Ashley and Bren.

"Hans' cousin, Hannah, was shopping with us here this morning, and now she's missing," Phil said to the kids. "Have either of you seen a Bernese girl, with long wavy hair, and wearing a red blouse and miniskirt? She would be a little taller and older than Hans, and look similar to him."

"Heh, so that was Hans' cousin?" Bren asked. "Yeah, I saw a girl like that, about an hour or less back, going into the ladies bathroom on the second floor. Haven't seen her since then, though."

"What about an Irish Setter boy? Maybe 17 years old, and wearing a tweed jacket and a slouch cap? He gave his name as 'Mike', and was trying to get Hannah to go to a movie with him," Hazel asked.

"Nope. You sure she didn't just go to the movie after all? There's some good films today," Ashley said.

"No, I came up here after that. Haven't seen any Bernese at all since then," Bren said. "Maybe you two girls should check the second floor bathroom? She could be sick or something, and stuck on the toilet."

===

Hans certainly wasn't feeling well at that moment. He had a splitting headache, and felt like his mouth was stuffed with wool. He also couldn't see a thing. Everything was pitch dark. He couldn't remember what happened before he woke up. The last thing he could recall was going into the bathroom.

He tried to move, and realized that his mouth was full of wool! Someone had stuffed a woolen cloth into his mouth, and tied his muzzle shut! And his hands were bound at the wrists, in front of him, as well as having his ankles tied together. Okay, someone must be kidnapping him.

He fought back his growing panic, took a deep breath, and tried to assess his situation. Except for a rapidly fading headache, he felt all right. Just groggy. He could feel a rough cloth covering his head. He felt like he was in a moving vehicle, bouncing along over a relatively rough road. He tried stretching and found he was apparently inside some sort of hard-sided box, like a wooden packing crate. He could feel his clothes, but couldn't feel his purse anywhere nearby.

He felt along his waistband, and was relieved to feel his pager was still there. Whoever had tied him up had probably taken his purse, but had missed that gadget. But without seeing, he couldn't operate the device, nor did he dare risk fumbling it and dropping the gadget. Still, he was afraid that when they stopped, he would get searched more thoroughly, and lose that as well. He didn't dare risk that.

He thought for a moment, then realized he did have one way to conceal that device, even from a fairly thorough search. He unsnapped the smooth, round pager from its belt clip, and felt it carefully. The polished metal case was less than 2 inches in diameter and half an inch thick. Without the clip, all the exterior surfaces were smoothly rounded. Still, this wasn't going to be pleasant, without any lube.

Reaching down, he pushed the inseam of his panties to one side, and started pressing the pager against his butt. He was almost glad he was gagged, as he let out a muffled grunt when the pager popped inside his anus. Then he readjusted his panties, and passed out again.

Swiss Mix - Chapter 174

By DoggyStyle57, November 2010

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January 24, 2009 (Saturday) - Pouncefield Mall, Pouncefield

Hazel, Phil, Ashley and Bren headed down to the second floor to search for "Hannah". While the girls looked in the bathroom, Phil and Bren checked the stores and balcony nearby.

"Hey Phil! I think I found something!" Bren called out from the freight elevator area.

Phil rushed over, and found the wolf boy squatting next to a black purse, that had been tossed behind a trash can in the freight area.

"That looks like the purse that Hannah was wearing when she went into the ladies room. Is it hers?" Bren asked. "Strap's broken, but I haven't touched it yet."

"Let me do this," Phil said. He knelt near the purse, and used a pen from his pocket to move the bag out onto the floor, flip the flap open, and peek inside. "Don't touch the outside. The police may be able to get fingerprints off it. I'm pretty sure this is hers, though. There's a 'Brother's Boing' CD in here, and a cell phone that looks like hers. But the phone's been busted in half! No money, though, and I know she had a wad of cash. Maybe somebody mugged her and stole her purse?"

Bren looked around the area. "Anyone walking by could see a scuffle if it happened here. But this hallway isn't all that visible. There's a plastic shopping bag in the top of the trash can. Could you use that to pick up the purse, and not spoil any prints?"

"Good thinking!" Phil said, as he followed that advice and bagged the damaged purse. "We... can take it to the police later, though. Right now I want to know where she is. She might be hurt, and laying somewhere in need of medical help. But I don't see any blood, or any signs of a fight in this area. And I can't imagine she would have given up her purse calmly, without a struggle. She's... a pretty athletic girl, and she knows martial arts."

"Sound like my kind of girl," Bren said with a smile. "Hope she's all right. Maybe you could introduce us, when this blows over?"

"Hummm, maybe. But you might be disappointed. I think she already has a boyfriend," Phil said, evasively. "Let's try to reconnect with the girls."

===

Hans felt the vehicle pull to a stop, pause, and then roll forward a short distance again. It didn't feel like a traffic stop. More like they had turned into a driveway, and stopped to open a gate or a garage door. He tried to remain calm and act like he was still unconscious.

He heard a sound like hydraulics, then a sound of the door on the back of a truck opening, and then felt the vehicle move slightly. Then there was a creaking noise, as someone pried the lid off the crate he was trapped inside of. He could see a faint bit of light through the coarse weave of the sack over his head, but couldn't make out more than shadows. Nearby he could hear loud industrial sounds, but nothing he could recognize.

"Here she is, safe and sound," said a gruff male voice that he didn't recognize.

"Make sure she stays that way," said a second, higher-pitched male voice that sounded vaguely familiar. "She's worth a lot more intact than as damaged goods."

A third male voice spoke, very close to Hans. He had a thick Gaelic accent. "Can ye hear me, Heidi? I think ye can, lass. The drug they gave ye should have worn off by now, and has nae lasting effects. In a few hours, there will nae even be any traces of it in yer blood. But it does give ye a whoppin' great headache when ye wakes up. Now, I'll give ye a choice, lassie. Ye can be a good girl an' cooperate as we move ye, or ye can resist or play possum, and get drugged again an' hauled about like a sack o' potatoes. If ye can hear me, move yer legs, an' lift yer ankles, so I can untie them."

Hans lifted his ankles, and felt someone with a large hand grab one leg, as the knots in the cloth strap binding his legs were untied. Hans thought the voice giving the orders sounded Irish, and he filed that thought away, in case it might help identifying him later.

"Legs down, an give us yer hands, lass," said the Irish voice.

Hans held up his hands, and the unseen man helped him to stand, and then reached down and grabbed his waist, and lifted him out of the crate and onto his feet beside the box. The bed of the truck was ridged, and the high heel of Hans' left shoe slipped into a groove. Hans stumbled, halfway on purpose, and put out his hands, feeling a rough woolen jacket covering a muscular arm as large as his father's.

"Put yer hands on me arm, Heidi. That's a girl. Now over here..." Hans followed his captor's guidance, and felt a lurch as the tailgate lift of the truck lowered them to ground level. Then he was guided via a twisting, confusing and almost certainly indirect route, through at least two doors, before he was told, "Ye can reach up an' take the bag off yer head now, an' untie yer muzzle."

Hans did so, blinking at the light from a single incandescent bulb in the ceiling. His muzzle had been tied shut with a tartan fabric scarf, part of which had been stuffed in his mouth. He untied that. He was in a white-painted cinder block room, with no windows. There was a simple iron-framed bed that looked to be bolted to the wall, with an uncovered mattress on it.

The door was guarded by a large bear, over seven feet tall, carrying a submachine gun that looked like a toy in his hands. Facing him was a massive Irish Wolfhound, with a large pistol in a shoulder holster. The room also had a small side room with a toilet, a sink, and a dull, metal mirror in it, visible through an open door to one side. Both of his captors were wearing masks that covered most of their features, and were wearing thin leather gloves. The wolfhound reached over and took the sack and the scarf.

"Cozy place. Love what you've done with the decor," Hans said in Hannah's feminine voice, sitting on the bed to minimize how tall he appeared to be, and rearranging his skirt decorously, like a proper young lady. "Don't hurt me! Please! I'll be good. Do you know who I am? My daddy is Karl Bernerholdt, and he's really rich! Please, whatever you want, my daddy will pay a lot to have me back, safe and in one piece!"

"Aye, we know yer daddy will pay plenty for ye, Miss Heidi. That's why yer here. An' if he's a good lovin daddy an' does what we tell him to, why, ye may be back home in just a few days, safe an' sound, with all this but a wee nasty memory," said the Gaelic man.

"This will be your home for the next few days, I fear. Play nice, and we'll feed ye and take good care of ye. Then hopefully your father will come up with the ransom, and ye can have a fine, happy reunion," The wolfhound said. The voice was the man that had helped Hans out of the crate. "Ye can see the bear with the gun at the door. There's two more o' our men outside, and nae way past them but to go past their guns. Ye cannae escape, so dinnae try. It would only get ye hurt, or killed."

"Ohhh! You're both so big. How could a little girl like me hope to fight you? Just don't hurt me, please?" Hans pleaded, trying to look terrified, and only halfway needing to fake it. He was certain he could take out either one of his captors, if he had the element of surprise, and if it was one-on-one. But certainly not both at once, and not the guards that he had been warned of outside the room. And he knew there was at least one more captor, from the voices he'd heard.

"Ye'll nae be raped nor harmed otherwise, sae long as yer daddy pays us on time. But I'll be needin' tae take yer blouse an' skirt, tae send to him so he'll know we has ye. Ye can keep yer underpinnings, an once we secure ye, we'll let ye rest in peace an' quiet, with nae of us starin' at you in yer undies. Now give me your hands, and don't try anything stupid, lassie," the wolfhound said.

Hans did as he was told.

The wolfhound untied his wrists, took the blouse and skirt and put them in the sack that had been over Hans' head, and then snapped a handcuff on Hans left wrist. The other cuff was connected by two feet of chain to the bed frame.

"Hey!" Hans complained. "How can I go potty, if you chain me to the bed?"

"We'll let ye use the bathroom when need be, lassie. With this stappin' big bear here in the room, so ye don't get any dumb ideas," the wolfhound said. "Hummm, what's this clip on yer skirt?"

"I had a cell phone," Hans said rapidly, already having decided how to explain the clip for the missing pager. "The plastic thingie that attached the back of the phone to that clip popped off and got lost at the mall, so I put the phone in my purse. Where is my purse? Can I have it back?" Hans asked.

"Yeah, boss. She had a phone. I busted it, took the cash, and tossed the purse in the trash, to make it look like she'd had her purse snatched," said the bear, with the gruff male voice Hans has heard right after the truck stopped. He noted that the bear was dressed like a workman or truck driver, but there were no recognizable tags or labeling on his dark blue coveralls. Hans mentally nicknamed the bear 'Gruff', and the wolfhound 'the Irishman'.

"Ah? Well, sorry about the phone, lassie. But he's right, y'know. We could nae have ye callin' fer help now, could we? And some phones have GPS trackers that work even if they're off, so he had ta break her toy an' discard it, y'see," The Irishman reached into his hip pocket and pulled out a wicked looking lock blade pocket knife, which he snapped open with a practiced move. "Now, give yer tail, lassie."

"But you said you wouldn't hurt me! You promised!" Hans wailed, shrinking back like a terrified girl. If they cut off even the tip of his tail, it could void the inheritance! He hesitated, wondering if he could somehow snatch the Irishman's pistol and kill both of them before they maimed him. He decided it wasn't worth the risk, and meekly held up his bushy flag tail.

"It nae will hurt ye fer me tae clip a tuft of fur from yer tail, lass. Just fur. Nae that will nae grow back easily. Yer clothes we might hae copied, but yer family will know the scent of yer fur." He grabbed Hans tail and nipped off an inch of white fur, not touching the tail itself with his blade, which was apparently very sharp. He put the fur into a paper envelope, and put that into his pocket. Then he stepped back and took a small digital camera from his pocket, and snapped a photo of 'Heidi' in her underwear, holding up her clipped tail. After that, the Irishman and the bear left Hans sitting on the bed. Hans heard them lock the door behind them.

As Hans lay back on the bed, he squirmed uncomfortably as he could feel his hidden pager insistently buzzing against his prostate, like a vibrator. This was the second time since he had regained consciousness, and though it felt strange, it gave him hope that they realized he had his pager with him. He was glad it was mostly muffled by it's odd hiding place, and that the noise level in the area was sufficient to mask anyone in the room hearing it. He wondered how long it would be before he really did need to use the toilet, so he could extract the darned thing and signal for help. He also wondered if the pager was waterproof or not. He thought he recalled that it was waterproof, at least to a few feet under water. Enough that having it up his butt or a dunking in the toilet or washing it off later wouldn't damage it. He hoped.

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January 24, 2009 (Saturday Afternoon) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

Several hours after the first ransom note, Cheri got a brief phone call, telling her to look in the bushes behind the third park bench from the SW entrance of Pouncefield Park for a brown paper parcel, that would contain proof that they had Heidi, and instructions for the ransom.

Phil was called at the Mall, and he and Hazel returned, getting the package on the way back.

In the package was a photo of Hans, as 'Miss Hannah', holding up his tail, from which a small bit of fur had been clipped. A paper envelope in the parcel contained the clipped fur. The parcel also had Hannah's blouse and skirt, and instructions to deposit two million Euros via wire transfer to a specific numbered Swiss bank account, within 72 hours. It went on to say... "Don't stall, or try to contact the Police, or the next parcel will contain Heidi's tail."

Swiss Mix - Chapter 175

By DoggyStyle57, November 2010

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January 24, 2009 (Saturday Afternoon) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

Cheri immediately got on the phone to contact Lord Karl, in Switzerland. There was an eight hours difference between Pouncefield and Bern, so dinner should long be over in Switzerland, and Master Karl would be enjoying one or more of his maids for the evening. Cheri called the Senior Maid's desk at the Bern mansion, which always had someone on duty, even late at night.

The phone was answered by a 15 year old vixen named Miss Sierra. "Good evening. This is Bernerholdt Mansion," she said.

"This is Cheri LeChow. I need to speak with Master Karl, at once!" Cheri said.

"Oh! Ah, I'm sorry Ma'am. I... can't do that. Do you realize what time it is here?" Miss Sierra replied uncomfortably. "Master has left strict orders that he is not to be disturbed."

"Who is this? Do you know who I am, child?" Cheri replied, resisting the urge to scream at the girl.

"This is Miss Sierra, Ma'am, and yes, I remember you very well. But the Master's... ummm, well... being entertained right now, if you know what I mean?" Miss Sierra replied, uncomfortably.

"I don't care if he's fucking his elderly mother right now!" Miss Cheri growled, dropping into a commanding tone known all too well by most of the maids at the mansion. "Listen to me, Sierra. You are going to run your bushy little tail straight to his bedroom, right now, and you are going to tell him to go into his private office and call me, on the secure line to Hans' office in Pouncefield, at once! Tell him the life of his son, Hans, is in dire peril! NOW MOVE!"

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January 24, 2009 (Saturday Evening) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern, Switzerland

"EEEP! Yes Ma'am! Right away ma'am!" the vixen squeaked, barely taking time to hang up the phone before heading out at a full run to her Master's bedchambers.

She came running into the Master's parlor, slowed to a more dignified walk just short of the inner door, swallowed heavily, and opened the bedroom door. "M-master?" she said hesitantly.

On the bed, Mister Redd was on his knees, mating with his very pregnant wife, M'Lady Karla, who was on her back in a '69 position with Miss Taylor, while Master Karl was humping Taylor hard and fast from behind, with his back to the door.

"M-master! Ohhhh, I'm sooooo sorry to interrupt, sir, but there's an emergency! M'Lady Cheri just called, and she said you gotta call her right away, on some 'secure line to Hans' office'. I'm sorry, sir, but she says Master Hans is in some sort of serious trouble!" Miss Sierra blurted out, almost in a single breath.

"WHAT?" Lord Karl twisted his upper body to look at the girl. But he was firmly knotted in Taylor, and couldn't get off the bed just yet. "Tell me exactly what she said. Now!"

"S-she s-said 'tell him to call me on the secure line to Hans' office in Pouncefield, at once! Tell him the life of his son, Hans is in dire peril!', sir. That was her exact words, sir," said the frightened vixen.

"Nothing else? God in Heaven! Taylor? Go limp, and trust me!" Lord Karl grabbed Taylor around the waist, and picked her up, setting her back down again on the edge of the bed, and sidling sideways until he could get first one foot, and then the other onto the floor, despite his cock being firmly embedded in the 15 year old vixen's cunny. Then he grabbed Taylor around the waist with both arms, and said, "I pray this doesn't hurt you, child, but we have no time to waste. Sierra! Open the doors for us! NOW!"

"EEEP! Yes Master!" snapped Sierra, holding the parlor door open and staring in amazement as her Master carried Taylor in front of him like a limp rag doll, and strode through the door.

"The keypad. I can't hold Taylor and push the buttons. Punch in 9-2-4-1-5, then Enter. Then hold the door open for us, close the door behind us, and wait outside the office," Lord Karl ordered.

Sierra did as she was told, and held the door open.

Lord Karl laid Taylor across his desk, legs dangling down the front, and reached over her to grab a red phone.

"Oh gods..." Taylor moaned, collapsing across the desk. "I feel like someone kicked my groin."

Karl entered a two-digit speed dial code, then growled into the phone, "This is Lord Karl. What in hell has happened to my son?"

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January 24, 2009 (Saturday Afternoon) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

Cheri answered the phone before it even completed the first ring. "This is Cheri LeChow. Master, forgive us for having failed you. Someone tried to kidnap Heidi today. But apparently they didn't know her age, and they... Hans had gone to the mall with Miss Hazel, and he was dressed as Miss Hannah. I can only guess that they saw what they thought was a Bernese girl being driven from the mansion to the mall by a chauffeur, and assumed it must be Heidi. They sent a ransom note to the mansion, saying they have Heidi. But Heidi is safe with me, and it's Hans that is missing! We just got a second note, with their demands, and it included a picture of Hans, still looking like a girl. He's apparently still got them believing he's female, and that he's Heidi."

"That's... well, I suppose it's better than them grabbing Heidi. What are their demands? Do we have any clues about who did it, or where they have him?" Lord Karl said.

Cheri related every detail she knew so far, from the activities in the kitchen this morning, to the contents of the latest package. "... And they are demanding that we deposit two million Euros to a numbered Swiss account, within 72 hours, to get 'Heidi' back unharmed. If we fail, or if we contact the police, they threatened to send us her tail!"

Lord Karl got the account number and bank details. "Tell them I will raise the money. We have one thing going for us already. They may not be aware that the banking laws here changed in the last few years. A numbered account isn't as secret as it used to be, especially if there's reason to believe criminal activity is being funneled through it. I have some connections in the banking industry. Even if we have to pay, we should be able to trace the money, and get it back. But I'll pay, whether I can get it back or not, Hans must be kept safe!"

"Yes Master," Cheri replied. "I know you won't let him down. The note said that if we agree to pay we are to drop a shopping bag at a location in the park, containing the blouse and skirt that they took from 'Heidi'. I will send someone to drop that off. And Master? They destroyed and discarded his cell phone, but he may still have a pager with a GPS tracker. We haven't found that yet. Hans hasn't used it to contact us, but we can hope that somehow he has kept that in his possession."

"Very good. I'll contact my field agents as well. I'll get busy at this end, and call you in the morning, your time, for an update. He's a resourceful boy. Who knows? He may even find a way to escape on his own," Lord Karl said, though more for Taylor and Cheri's benefit than because he believed it himself.

"Yes, master. I hope so. We will do all we can here, as well. Good night," Cheri said, hanging up the phone, and fervently praying that her Master's faith in his son was well founded.

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January 24, 2009 (Saturday Evening) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern, Switzerland

Taylor turned her head to look at her father. "What happened, Master? Is Master Hans going to be all right?"

Lord Karl tugged at the tie joining himself to his daughter, and was still stuck fast. "Master Hans is in trouble. I won't mince words. He's been kidnapped. As soon as I can pull out of you, I want you and Karla and Redd to retire for the night. I have to start raising the ransom money."

"Oh no!" Taylor cried. "Poor Hans!"

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January 24, 2009 (Saturday, early evening) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

Shortly after Miss Cheri got off the phone with Lord Karl, the guards at the gate called for permission to allow Bren to enter the mansion grounds. The security staff had been doubled, and no one was to approach the mansion without being searched and clearly identified. They were taking no chances, in case the kidnappers decided to try for other members of the household.

Bren rode his bike inside the gates, and left it at the front door.

Miss Hazel answered the door, still dressed in the clothes she had worn to the mall, and looking like she had been crying. "Oh! H-hi Bren. Come in. Everyone's in... Hans' office."

"Heya. What's with the guards tonight, Hazel? They even frisked me!" Bren asked.

"M-miss Cheri can tell you. Oh, Bren! W-we, still haven't found Miss Hannah, and I-I feel like it's all m-my fault! If I hadn't asked Hannah to go to that stupid event at the mall, this would never have happened!" Hazel wailed, before leaning against the wolf boy and crying uncontrollably.

Bren held her close for a moment, at a loss for something appropriate to say. "If there's anything I can do, you know I'll help. All our friends will. Come on. Let's see what Cheri has to say, okay?"

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Han's office looked like... well, a war room, almost. Marie was laying slumped in a chair, with an ice pack on her head and Miss Bridget trying to comfort her. Phil and Cheri were reading some sort of a letter on Hans' desk, and discussing what to do next.

"Um, heya," Bren said hesitantly. "I just came over to see if Hannah had been found yet. Hazel said she's still missing? Hey, if there's anything I can do, just say the word. I want to help. Er... Where's Hans? I would have thought he'd be hip deep in this, if a relative of his was in trouble."

Miss Cheri looked up at Bren, and nodded. "You are a good friend to our family, yes? Hans will be glad of your help," She paused, uncertain of what to say next. Then she said "Hans already is, as you say, 'hip deep' in this. Sit down, and I will explain..."