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Swiss Mix - Chapters 176-200 Written by DoggyStyle57, November 2010 to January 2011

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Swiss Mix - Chapter 176

By DoggyStyle57, November 2010

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January 24, 2009 (Saturday Afternoon) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

Miss Cheri sat next to Bren, and faced him. "I fear that Hans has gotten into a life-threatening situation," She began. "He has been kidnapped, and the kidnappers are demanding two million Euros ransom, or they will... start sending pieces of him back to us. Starting with his tail."

"Oh, shit! Er, pardon my language, but geeze, that's harsh!" Bren said. "Do you think the same people also kidnapped his cousin? Is that why she's missing too?"

"After a fashion. Though this is where it gets very strange, and I ask you not to judge the situation too harshly," Cheri continued. "It appears the kidnappers had intended to capture Heidi, but didn't realize how young she is. In fact, they think they have Heidi right now. But they don't. They caught Hans, instead. Heidi is here." She pointed past Marie, to where Heidi was laying on a couch, covered with a light blanket, and sound asleep. "I had to give her a sedative, she was so upset."

"Huh? But... how could anyone mistake Hans for Heidi? And where does Hannah come... into..." Bren's words ground to a halt, as he began to comprehend the possibilities. "Oh no... No way!" he shook his head, as if to clear an unpleasant hallucination. "You're not telling me that... that Hannah, that Bernese girl I saw at the mall... Do you mean to tell me that was HANS?"

Cheri replied by handing Bren the photo the kidnappers had sent. "See for yourself. Look carefully, bearing that in mind. Master Hans is very adept at cosplay, and a very good actor, down to getting a female voice nearly perfect. He was dressed like that today to please Miss Hazel, who asked him to go to the mall with her as a girl today. That is why Miss Hazel is so upset. She blames herself for placing Hans in danger. I tried to explain to her that if Hans had not gone out this morning dressed like a girl, then quite likely that the kidnappers would have captured the real Heidi, the next time she left the mansion. But she is still very upset."

Bren stared at the photo. "Woah... even without a dress, he... really looks like a beautiful girl. Um, he's not... err... you know? I mean, I've seen him yiff so many girls..."

"He is not suddenly become Gay, no. He definitely prefers girls. He occasionally does cosplay to please some of his girlfriends, as kinky bedroom play. I suppose you could say he is bisexual, but he rarely seeks a male as a partner," Cheri said. "I hope this does not make you think less of him?"

"Ah... well, as long as I don't have to worry about dropping the soap near him when we shower after gym class... If you know what I mean... Eh, why should I care if he yiffs a guy occasionally, or dresses like a girl for kicks. He's always acted straight with me, and been a good friend. I guess we all have our secrets," Bren said. "I'll admit, it's a bit weird for my tastes, but no, he's still a good friend. My offer still stands. If there's anything I can do to help, I'm in."

"Very good. There is one thing, yes. The kidnappers have indicated that the way to let them know we agree to their demands is for us to leave a shopping bag containing these girl's clothes at a location in the park," Cheri said. "Phil will drop the items there. But if you could go to the park, and watch the spot, without drawing any attention to yourself..."

"Consider it done! Where do I go?" Bren replied.

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January 24, 2009 (Saturday Afternoon) - Pouncefield Park, Pouncefield

Cheri explained the location, and Bren left at once, taking his bike and speeding off down the hill, as fast as he could pedal. He took a looping path to one of the farther park entrances, then rode back along the paths and stopped at a picnic shelter, in sight of the bench Cheri had mentioned.

Phil waited 20 minutes, and then followed, parking on the street and walking along the indicated path, then sitting on the third bench for a moment, and setting the yellow shopping bag on the ground by his feet, part way under the end of the bench. He took a small bag of chips and a can of soda out of the shopping bag, ate the chaps and drank part of the soda, and then carelessly kicked the bag further under the bench, as he got up and tossed the empty chip bag into the nearly full trash can beside the bench. Then he walked back out of the park, sipping what was left of the soda, as if the chips and soda had been the only thing in the bag.

Bren watched from the picnic shelter, pretending to be watching some twelve year old girls playing on the playground equipment that was between himself and the bench. He saw various people walking or jogging along the path in front of the bench, but no one stopped, or seemed to pay any attention to the bag under the bench.

He was about to get back on his bike and look for a closer location to watch from, when a dark green park service electric golf cart with a faded and torn roof blocked his view. He saw a big guy in blue coveralls get out of the cart, and collect the trash from the trash can, as well as picking up Phil's empty chip bag and a few other things that spilled from the trash liner bag, when he dropped it in the back or the cart. Bren cursed when he saw the shopping bag get picked up and tossed in the back of the cart, with the trash, just before the driver headed down the path to get the next trash can cleaned out.

Hopping on his bike, Bren pedaled as fast as he could, trying to keep the golf cart in sight. He couldn't let the bag get thrown out with the trash! Not if that might put Hans at further risk. He lost sight of the cart for a few minutes as it went behind a restroom. By the time he caught up with it, the driver was nowhere to be seen.

"Gotta get that bag back!" Bren said to himself. He parked his bike and ran over to the cart. Two more bags of trash had been added to the cart, looking just like the first one. He started looking in them for the shopping bag, but he saw no sign of it.

"Hey! Get yer grubby paws outa that!" Said a grumpy voice from behind Bren.

Bren rapidly turned toward the voice, ready for a fight. But he dropped his paws when he saw the speaker was a much older and thinner man than the driver he had been tailing, and a great deal shorter. This guy was wearing a very similar set of coveralls, though.

"I said keep outa that trash!" The man said. "You kids! I spend five or ten minutes takin' a piss, and some little jackanapes is pawing through my cart! Dontcha know what sorta dangerous stuff might be in a trash can? Discarded needles - used condoms - all sorts of filth!"

Bren looked around. There were no other similar carts in the area. "This is your cart? And you were in the bathroom for a while, just now?" he asked.

"Yeah. What of it? Old guys gotta piss too, y'know!" The park worker said.

"You don't have a partner, do you? Big guy, maybe a foot and a half taller than you?" Bren asked.

"I wish! Naw, just me, to do this whole end of the park. Now move along, kid. I got 20 more cans to collect before I can go home tonight," the old guy said.

"Well, just a minute. See, I left a shopping bag by one of the trash cans, and it had a gift in it for my girlfriend. But it looked like it got picked up with the trash," Bren said. "Can I please just make sure it isn't in your cart? A yellow bag, with loop handle? There's a red skirt and blouse in the bag. It has to be near the top of one of these three bags."

"Eh, I guess. But put on some gloves, kid. There's a pair on the seat of the cart," the old guy said.

15 minutes later, Bren was certain the bag was no longer in the cart, and the old guy was certain Bren had lied to him about the bag. "Satisfied?" the old guy asked.

"Yeah, thanks. I must have seen some other cart pulling away with the bag in it," Bren said.

"Not at this end of the park, you didn't," the old guy said. "Like I said, just me working this end of the park. And only two carts like this in the whole park. Sammy's got the other one, on the far side of the lake."

"Oh? Thanks. Er, what's Sammy look like?" Bren said.

"He's a weasel. Dark brown fur, and wears a slouch cap," the old guy said. "But I told ya, he's gotta be on the far side of the lake this time of day. His cart's got a new yellow roof. Can't miss it."

"Yeah. Well, sorry to delay you, sir. Bye." Bren went into the bathroom and looked around, but it was empty. Then he got back on his bike and rode out of the park, and back in the direction of the mansion, more confused than before. One thing he was certain of, though. The cart he had searched was the same one that had taken the shopping bag, but with a different driver. The torn and faded roof had been the same.

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January 24, 2009 (late Saturday Evening) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern, Switzerland

Lord Karl accepted a fresh cup of coffee from Taylor, then ordered the girl to return to her own bed. "There's really nothing more you can do, Taylor. Get some sleep."

"He's my brother, Master!" Taylor said with an exasperated whine. "How am I supposed to sleep, knowing he's in danger like this? I was trying to train to become his bodyguard! In another few months, I would have been there to help protect him. I can't sleep!"

"Then lay down and rest on the couch in my parlor, or in my bed," Lord Karl said. "There are people I need to call, and deals I need to make, that I'd rather not have you listening in on."

"Very well, Master. I'll be waiting in your bed. But I wish I was on a plane to Pouncefield!" Taylor said, before she left the room.

Lord Karl watched her go, and said softly to himself after she left the room. "You are quite the brave girl. But I'm glad that at least one of my children is out of harms way, in this mess. I couldn't bear to lose two of you, if you rushed to his rescue, and failed."

He picked up the phone, and dialed another number. "This is Count Karl von Bernerholdt. My apologies for the lateness of the call, but it is imperative that I speak with Baron Gunter von Tavel, at once. It is a matter of life and death. Yes, I will hold..."

Five minutes later... "Gunter? Karl. Sorry to wake you, my friend. Oh? Well, sorry to take you from her bed, then. I promise I won't keep you long, so I'll cut right to the chase. I need to raise a very large amount of money in a very short time. My son, Hans, has been kidnapped. Yes, I am not kidding. His life is in danger, and I need to raise two million Euros by no later than Tuesday morning. You recently expressed a desire to purchase a controlling interest in our Z-24 fitness gym chain. What can you offer me, payable before the banks close Monday, for 10,700 shares? Yes, that's my entire portfolio for that company, and would give you over 70% of the stock, if my numbers are right." He listened for a moment, then wrote down the bid. "Thank you. That is most generous. My lawyer will get the paperwork to you in the morning. No, nothing else you can do at this time. Thank you. Good night."

After he hung up, he added the numbers together. If all five of the deals he had made in the last two hours came through, he could pay the two million Euro ransom by Monday evening, or possibly earlier.

So now he had to approach this from another angle. He started calling his 'field agents' in America.

Swiss Mix - Chapter 177

By DoggyStyle57, November 2010

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January 25, 2009 (1 AM, Sunday) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern, Switzerland

Lord Karl placed a phone call to a special number in Pouncefield. He waited patiently for five rings, and then hung up the phone. Almost immediately after that, his secure line rang. "This is Karl Bernerholdt," he answered.

"Sir?" said a male voice on the other end. "This is Tobias Jaeger, returning your call. Given the number you called, I take it this is official business?"

"It's off the record, for now, Tobias. To be perfectly honest, I still need to get clearance to make it official business. But time is critical, so I want you activated now. I may be sending you some resources via official channels, or activating some of your colleagues, but that depends on what I can find out. Here is the situation. My son, Hans, has been kidnapped, and is being held for ransom. I have reason to believe that he is still in the city of Pouncefield, or very close to that location. That's where they kidnapped him, and they contacted the local branch of the family with their demands too rapidly for them to have taken him out of the area."

"That's very bad news, sir. Of course, I will do all that I can to help, official or otherwise. I certainly owe you that. What do you want me to do?" Tobias said.

"Write down this number, and call it as soon as you end this call. It's a secure line, like this one, so you can speak freely on it. Ask to speak with Cheri LeChow. Tell her that we served together in the Swiss army, and that I have requested your assistance. Make yourself available to her, and she can give you the remaining details. There are computer resources at my Pouncefield mansion, where she is, that should be adequate for your research efforts. Do what you can to identify and locate the suspects, but take no chances of my son being harmed. I would prefer to pay the ransom, and get him back safe, and then worry about recovering the ransom money and capturing these criminals. But if circumstances permit you to attempt a rescue with no risk to the boy, I leave you to your own initiative."

"Understood, sir. I won't let you down," Tobias replied. "Anything else?"

"Not at this time, no. Not until I get better information, and proper clearance for official actions. Thank you, and God speed," Lord Karl replied.

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January 24, 2009 (Saturday Evening) - Somewhere in Pouncefield?

Hans tried to take stock of his situation. Judging by his lack of serious hunger, he didn't think he had been unconscious more than an hour or two while he was being kidnapped. He guessed he may have missed lunch, and maybe dinner, but certainly no more than that. It seemed like he had been trapped in this windowless room for several hours. Earlier, he had faintly heard a steam whistle through the walls, and the noise level outside had died down for a while, and then resumed. Some sort of shift change, perhaps? If that was the end of the day shift he had heard, it might be about six or seven in the afternoon now.

He examined the handcuffs that bound his left wrist to the bed frame. The cuffs were cheaply made, but quite sufficient to keep him stuck where he was. They looked like the sort of Chinese knock-off bondage gear that he had seen in one of the mall stores. It was the sort of stuff that someone who was only mildly curious about bondage might purchase, before deciding to spend serious money on higher-quality restraints. Compared to the restraints he owned at home, the keyhole looked huge, and the fit of the movable part of the cuff against the ratchet of the lock was sloppy.

He reached up and felt his hair. The curly, feminine style that he and Hazel had done up his hair in was bound with two metal barrettes, and several bobby pins. With a little luck, the bobby pins or the clasp of a barrette might suffice to pick the crude locks on the cuffs. He would wait on that, for now.

His next concern was the door out of this room, which he had heard them lock, and the guards outside. He had been told there were four armed people out there. Two of them, he had seen, and of the others, he had heard the voice of only one. Even if he could overpower one of his captors as they came to bring him a meal, and could take their weapon, he would have to get past the other three, and he had no idea where they would be, or how the rooms outside this one were laid out, since he had been hooded while they brought him in here. From what he could recall, they had walked randomly for a while, and then stopped for a door, then it had been about 5 paces from that door to the door of this room, and they had walked between those two doors in a straight line, without changing course to avoid any furniture. File that away, and wait.

He looked around the room. The locked door had a light switch next to it, which controlled the single bare incandescent bulb in the center of the ceiling. The other door he knew led to a small bathroom, with a toilet and a sink. He would have to check that out when they let him use the toilet.

The only other thing in the room was the bed he was chained to. Its iron frame was solidly bolted to the wall. The twin-sized mattress was bare, and sat on a metal net with springs attaching it to the angle-iron frame. Without tools, he would be hard-pressed to disassemble any parts from the bed to make anything useful.

At least that had kept to their promise not to molest him. He still had them believing he was a girl. He needed to keep the truth to himself as long as he could, both to make them underestimate him, and to keep them from trying again for the real Heidi. He sat there in his high heels, nylons, garter belt, panties and bra, wishing for a light blanket, or his dress and blouse to be returned. He was starting to feel cold, as he laid back on the bare mattress to wait for whatever would happen next.

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Hans awoke with a start, realizing he had nodded off. He could hear the door being unlocked.

A smaller male than the two he had seen before entered the room. He was wearing blue coveralls, and had a mask covering his face. But Hans could see enough of this person's fur and tail to guess he was an Irish Setter, and about Hans' own height, or only a little taller. Probably not much older, either. But he had a pistol in one hand, and kept it aimed at Hans as he used his left hand to place a paper sack on the bed, within reach of his captive.

"Dinner. Eat up," the boy said, sounding like he was trying to sound lower or more gruff than his normal voice.

Hans looked in the bag. It was a kid's meal from a common fast food chain, with a sandwich, juice box, a packet of sliced apples, and a small but cute stuffed toy in the bag. Hans took out the sandwich and started eating it, without comment.

The masked boy looked back out through the door, then closed it, while continuing to watch Hans eat. "Feelin' better now?" he asked quietly.

Hans swallowed an apple slice, and said "Yes. Thank you. But I'm feeling cold. Could you please get me a blanket, or my clothes back?"

"Don't think we have any bedding. But I'll see 'bout the clothes," the boy said.

Hans finished the sandwich in silence, then looked at the bathroom door. "Ummmm. Can you please let me use the potty? Pretty please?"

The boy fished in his pocket and produced a key. He tossed it to 'Heidi', staying back and keeping the gun pointed at his captive. "Make it quick, and don't try anything stupid."

Hans unlocked the cuff on his wrist, and set the key back on the bed. Then he got up and walked to the bathroom door rapidly, squeezing his butt tight as he walked so it looked like he needed to go pretty bad. "Thanks."

He shut the door and took a deep breath, looking quickly around the room as he raised the lid on the toilet. There was a small paper popcorn tub serving as a wastebasket, a roll of paper towels on a wall bracket, one roll of toilet paper, and just a small sliver of soap on the sink's edge.

He eased his panties aside and pissed, then readjusted the panties so he looked like a girl down there again. Then he washed his hands, making sure to soap up the fingers of his right hand. He used this to grease his butt, then held a paper towel under his rump as he held the panties crotch aside, and squatted over the toilet. It wasn't easy, but he managed to push the pager back out of his butt, almost dropping it in the toilet when it popped out. He sat on the seat and wiped the thing off as he finished using the toilet.

He opened the pager, pleased to see it was still working normally, and still clean inside. He rapidly sent two messages - "Need help" and "Find me", to all 7 of the other pagers on his security code. As he looked at the time and date display, he considered for a moment trying to keep the pager accessible, and hiding it from his captor. But that wasn't worth the risk. He stuffed it back up his butt, cleaned up, and walked quietly back into the room.

The masked boy had picked up the key and the trash from the meal, had left the toy on the bed, and was waiting by the door. "Put it back on your wrist," he said.

Hans sat on the bed, and fastened the cuff. "I'll do it. See? Just don't hurt me, and I'll be good."

"You do that," the boy said, as he turned to leave.

"Oh, Mike?" Hans said suddenly.

The boy turned instinctively, then caught himself. "Er, who's that? What?"

"You are. I recognize your voice. You seemed like a nice guy, at the mall. Was that all just a lie? Why are you doing this? What did my family ever do to deserve this?" Hans replied.

The boy paused, then said. "You wouldn't understand. It's way bigger than any one family. Nothing to do with you, really, except that your daddy's rich, and we need the money for... Well, we need it. Your dad will pay up, and you'll be set free, safe and sound, and you'll never see any of us again. So shut up about who you do or don't think you recognize. I don't give a damn who you think I am. But if you let any of the others think you know my name and can describe my face, they might decide to kill you anyway, after they get paid the ransom. Don't try to be clever, Heidi. It could get you killed." He turned and left before Hans could say anything more.

As the door opened and closed, Hans caught a brief glimpse of the room outside. It looked like an office, with two desks. The far wall was half windows, from waist height to ceiling, and looked out onto a warehouse area. He could see the huge bear leaning against the outside of one of the windows, by the door.

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January 25, 2009 (2 AM, Sunday) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern, Switzerland

Lord Karl took a break from his calls, and slipped quietly into his bedroom. Taylor was sound asleep in his bed. He let her get her rest.

As quietly as he could, he went to his wardrobe closet and got out a shirt, a tie, a hat, and a specific clothing bag. For the purposes of this next call, he could forgo the pants and dress shoes, but the portion of him that would be visible on the webcam needed to give the proper appearance, for this to work.

After partially dressing himself in the bathroom and checking to ensure his appearance was in order, he put the hat on his head, switched off the light, and slipped past Taylor and back into his office.

In the office, he turned on his computer and webcam, and logged on to a specific website. Then he entered an access code, and was directed to another site that looked like a popular search engine... but wasn't. On that site, he typed in a very specific search string, and instead of search results, the screen displayed a stern warning message from the Swiss Army. He acknowledged that warning with yet another security code, and the webcam activated, and on the screen a window opened showing a rather bored looking Army Lieutenant, sitting alone in a small office, with a map of the world on the wall behind him.

The Rottweiler on the screen blinked, suddenly looking very alert, as he noted the black shoulder boards and rank markings on Lord Karl's uniform jacket. He snapped a sharp salute. "Sir! ID Verification please, Sir!"

"Certainly," Lord Karl said, as he unlocked the middle drawer on the right side of his desk, and opened it. He placed his palm on a scanner plate, and said simply "Karl Bernerholdt".

The Lieutenant on the screen looked to one side, and said. "Palm scan and voiceprint verified. Welcome to operations monitoring, Sir! How may I be of assistance?"

"At ease, Lieutenant. A Swiss citizen has been kidnapped, by an unknown organization, and is being held for ransom in America. The kidnappers are demanding a ransom to be paid to a numbered Swiss bank account. I think that justifies opening a code 3-Bravo case, don't you?" Lord Karl said.

"Yes Sir! Should I alert the operations staff? What are the details, sir?" The Lieutenant asked.

"No need to stir the hornet's nest quite yet," Karl said calmly. "Let them sleep, for now. I am still investigating and gathering the information. I am contacting you as a courtesy call, so you'll understand the sensitive nature of the queries and requests that I am about to send through the system, some of which will no doubt get flagged on your monitoring console. I have a field agent already on alert in the region. We may be able to handle this quietly, without creating an international incident. Our relations with the USA are shaky enough these days, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes Sir! If you need anything, or need to alert the staff here, just say the word, Sir!" said the Lieutenant. He certainly wasn't going to disagree, even though the screen showed Karl's status as "Reserves".

After all, less than 5% of the Swiss Army served full-time. But every mentally competent, physically capable male Swiss citizen between the ages of 18 and 35 was trained and considered to be on active duty in the Army, and continued to serve in the reserves from then until their fifties. Most were like the Bernese gentleman on his screen - enlisted men and officers who served just a few weeks out of every year, unless called to serve in wartime.

And from the information that came back in response to the officer's palm scan and voiceprint, this was someone he definitely wouldn't want to cross. No question... anything important enough to require the attention of a Brigadier General in the Swiss Military Intelligence staff, at two in the morning, must certainly be dealt with, at once!

Swiss Mix - Chapter 178

By DoggyStyle57, November 2010

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January 24, 2009 (Saturday Evening) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

Cheri jumped as the secure phone on Hans desk rang. As far as she was aware, only Hans, Master Karl, and herself knew this number. She answered it at once, saying "This is Cheri LeChow. Is there any news yet, Master?"

The male voice on the other end chuckled, and said "Master, is it? Well, well. Sorry, Miss LeChow, but if you were expecting Karl Bernerholdt, that's not me. He did tell me to call you, however. My name is Tobias Jaeger. I served with your, ah, Master, in the Swiss Army. He asked me to call and offer my services, to assist in getting Hans back safe and sound."

"Indeed?" Cheri replied, somewhat flustered to hear a stranger's voice on this line. "Then, if you served together, you can, I suppose, tell me what his rank was in the Engineers Corps, and when you served together?"

"We met in 1988. He was promoted to _Oberstleutnant,_or Lieutenant Colonel, while we served together, in 1990. I was an _Oberleutnant,_or First Lieutenant, in his unit at the time, and haven't seen him in person since 1991. He's a Brigadier General now, in the reserves. I never made it past Major, myself. Didn't have his social or political connections," Tobias answered. "But I suspect that you know that we weren't really in the Engineering Corps, don't you, miss? He wouldn't have directed me to contact you for further briefing and details, in a matter as sensitive as the kidnapping of his son, unless you were fully in his confidence."

"Oui. I have been his companion for many years, Monsieur Tobias, and have seen the military uniform that is in his closet, though he rarely has occasion to wear it now. I asked about it, when he wore it to a military funeral, and he told me precisely what branch he served in, Monsieur. Can you tell me what it was?" Cheri replied.

"Oh, we both wore the Engineering Corps uniform, all right, and that is what the public record shows as his unit. But that happens to be the exact same uniform worn by the Military Intelligence Service, as well. And that is the unit we both really were in," Tobias replied. "His specialty, and mine, was covert information gathering, and data analysis. A public front of being in the Engineering Corps was a good cover, as it gave us reasons to travel internationally. He and I are both still active with MIS in the Reserves, but I also work privately for Lord Karl from time to time as a 'field agent' in Pouncefield, Miss LeChow. I've been living in Pouncefield for two years now, at his request."

"Very well. I believe you, Monsieur Tobias. Do you know how to get to the mansion?" Cheri asked.

"I know the way quite well. I was the person that approved the purchase and setup of that particular mansion for Lord Karl, after the local real estate agent that I hired found it for him. Bridget and Phil should both know my name," Tobias replied. "I can be there in ten minutes."

"Very well. I shall tell the guards to expect you," Cheri replied.

As she hung up the phone, Phil asked "So? From what I could overhear, I gather that Master Karl's sending us one of his old Army buddies?"

"You could say that, Monsieur Phil. Do you recall a man named Tobias Jaeger?" Cheri asked. "He claims you have met?"

"Yeah, I do," Phil replied. "Works for Lord Karl. He's the guy that hired my sister to locate and set up the mansion for you. He's a panther, in his mid 40's or so, with black fur and hair. Quite an interesting guy. He went over this place from top to bottom when we were preparing to buy it, and he even found the secret passages without us showing them to him. Really sharp fellow. Should have guessed he was ex-military. Probably a good guy to have around in a pinch, too. He looked like he worked out a lot. Pretty buff."

Sitting quietly to one side, Bren raised an eyebrow about the comment regarding 'secret passages' in the mansion, but said nothing.

"He will be arriving here in ten minutes. Please meet him at the gate, and identify him for the guards. Then bring him in to meet me, here," Cheri said. "Marie? Bridget? Hazel? Please go to the kitchen, and prepare a light meal for eight. Bring it here for us to eat."

"Yes, Ma'am!" the maids said, grateful for something constructive that they could do to take their minds off the situation.

"What can I do?" Bren asked.

"Please stay here with Heidi and myself, Bren. I don't want to leave her with less than two people watching her, until this is over," Cheri replied.

"Yes Ma'am," Bren said, as he went to sit protectively beside Heidi.

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Phil went to the gate to wait, and Ten minutes later, a modest sedan pulled up to the mansion gates, and Tobias got out to identify himself. He was about five and a half feet tall, wearing black jeans and sneakers, a dark blue polo shirt over a black T-shirt, and a lightweight black leather jacket. The guards started to frisk him, and he told them right off that he had a shoulder holster carrying a 9mm automatic pistol and two spare magazines, and he showed them his Concealed Handgun License and another piece of ID that stated he was a licensed private investigator. They checked that, and quickly finished frisking him, even though Phil was there to vouch for him, then the guards let him enter.

"Welcome, Tobias," Phil said. "I'm head of security here now, as well as chauffeur and manager for any other outdoors staff. Master Hans hired both Bridget and I shortly after his household moved here."

"I know. I was asked to do the security check on you, before he made you the offer," Tobias said with a grin. "Let me park my car, and we can talk business, then."

After he parked his car inside the compound, Tobias walked inside with Phil. As they walked through the foyer, Tobias commented "Reasonably good guards. Very alert. Could be much better, though. They missed three of my weapons, and failed to check my car at all. But not bad, for civilian hired security."

"Hummm. I thought they frisked you pretty well. What did they miss? A knife concealed in a pen, or some throwing stars behind your wallet, or something like that?" Phil asked.

Tobias laughed. "Most security people stop searching thoroughly when they get to the shoulder holster, and I show my CHL card and private investigator ID Card. Even if they're looking to disarm the people they stop, once they find a gun, they tend to think that's it. But they missed a knife and two more 9mm pistols."

Phil frowned. "The hell you say! Who are you? James Hound? You'll have to show me how you managed that. And I'll have to reprimand them. As I said, mansion security reports to me, and with them on alert, no one should have been able to come in carrying a gun they didn't find. Not even with me vouching for them."

"I'm just someone who is prepared for the worst case, depending on how things go down tonight. You want your guards to catch someone armed like I am? Then get a metal detector wand for them, and make sure it's set sensitive enough to catch a small polymer-frame pistol. They wouldn't have found the other two guns just by frisking me. They would have needed to have me turn out the contents of all my pockets, as well as using the detector wand," Tobias said.

Tobias stopped and smiled at Phil. "As for how? It's a good self-defense trick. Let's say you're a mugger, and you ask for my wallet. I agree to give it to you, and take it out nice and slow, like this. Safest thing, if he's armed, and already pointing a weapon at me, right?" He did these actions as he spoke, withdrawing and offering a worn leather wallet a little more than an inch thick, taken from his right hip pocket.

"Yeah? So he takes your wallet. What then? What's that have to do with concealing a gun?" Phil said.

"More like he takes 6 rounds of 9mm in the gut," Tobias said. "I'm already pointing a gun at you right now, and you didn't even realize it." He turned the 'wallet' over, showing that it was a fake half-shell, with most of the other surface cut away, and that his index finger was resting on the trigger of a cleverly concealed and very compact Walther PPS 9mm pistol. "I have one of these in each of my hip pockets. Feels like a normal wallet in a pat-down frisk, and doesn't require an un-tucked shirt or jacket to cover it. And it's designed so I can also draw the gun and leave the holster in the pocket. My real wallet, with my money, ID and credit cards, is a much slimmer wallet, in my inside jacket pocket."

"Impressive," Phil said. "But not exactly the sort of thing you'd find in the average sporting goods store, is it? So do I get to meet 'Q' at some point in this adventure, Mister Hound?"

"In case you hadn't noticed, I'm a cat, not a hound," Tobias replied with a grin, as he tucked the gun back in his pocket and continued walking to Hans' office. "And no real spy is as flashy or glamorous as super-spy James Hound. The real people in Intelligence work wish their gadgets worked half as reliably as they do in the movies, or that the girls half as cute and horny. What I am is one of Lord Karl's field agents. And most of the time, that means desk work, computer research, and late take-out meals - not guns and babes and bombs."

Phil was about to reply, when he felt a vibration on his belt. He unclipped the pager and looked at it. "Hot damn! The kid managed to keep his paws on his pager after all! Check it out. We have a GPS fix on Master Hans!" He handed the pager to the panther.

Tobias looked the pager over, and smiled. "Maybe you're the one that should introduce me to 'Q'. Nice gadget! Easily mistaken for a pocket watch when closed. The light on the rim is the tracking vector?"

"Hans found them at a high-tech gadgets shop in the mall. Each of us in his household has one," Phil replied, taking the pager back and opening the door to Hans office. "M'Lady Cheri! You got Hans' signal?"

"Oui! Now we know where he is!" Cheri said, beaming. "And we can hope he is able to continue to keep his pager with him."

"Knowing where he is makes a good first step," Tobias said. "But we need to be sure he's really there, and that his captors didn't take the gadget somewhere else, and set a trap for would-be rescuers. We also need to have some idea what the opposition has going for them. It's good news, certainly, but don't rush off just based on that."

"You must be _Monsieur_Tobias," Cheri said. "I am Cheri LeChow, Governess to the Bernerholdt children. We thank you for your assistance."

"Governess?" Tobias said. "I would have thought you were one of their classmates from school."

"She's as old as I am, and has a ten year old daughter," Phil said. "Don't underestimate her."

"Hummmm. I won't. And my apologies, Ma'am. But maybe the kidnappers would. I'll keep that option in mind. All right, the first thing I'll need is..."

"MOM! MOM! Hans sent us a signal!" Marie came bursting into the room, holding her own pager. "See? We know where he is now! Ummm, who is this?" Marie stopped her excited chatter as she noticed Tobias.

"May I present my daughter, Marie?" Cheri said to Tobias. "Marie, this is Monsieur Tobias Jaeger. He is one of Master Karl's field agents, and is here to help save Master Hans.

"OH! Please, please get Hans back safe! I couldn't bear it if he was hurt or killed!" Marie said.

Cheri smiled maternally. "My daughter is very much in love with Master Hans, as you can see. We both also work as his maids."

Tobias looked from mother to daughter and back. "Amazing... Well, Miss Marie, I'll certainly do all that I can. Lord Karl has said he will pay the ransom to make sure we get Hans back safe. But if I can find a way to rescue him, that doesn't risk Hans getting hurt in the process, then I'll do all I can to rescue him. Now, who was with Hans last? I need to interview those people."

"That would be Hazel, Bren, and myself," Phil said, pointing to Bren as he named him. "Although Bren and I didn't see much. Hazel was the one who likely saw the most."

"Get her, then. But you may be surprised at how much you and Bren saw, as well. We'll see what we can piece together," Tobias replied, as he sat down in front of Hans computer. "Miss Cheri? You have the login password for this system, I presume?"

Swiss Mix - Chapter 179

By DoggyStyle57, November 2010

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January 24, 2009 (Saturday Evening) - Undisclosed location, Pouncefield

The young masked Irish Setter unlocked the door to 'Heidi's' makeshift cell, and tossed a roll of burgandy-colored flannel onto the bed, while staying by the door, with his gun drawn. "There's your clothes, and a flannel bed sheet. Best I could do for you," he said.

Hans rapidly opened the roll and put on the red blouse and skirt again. His throat was starting to feel the strain from maintaining his 'girl voice' for so long, but at least it wasn't 'stuck', and he felt he could continue sounding like a girl for a while longer. "Thank you, I guess." Through the door he could hear the loud 'bap-bap-bap!' of a riveting gun somewhere nearby. It sounded almost like gunfire.

"Cheer up, Heidi. Your family sendin' those clothes back was the signal they are willing to pay up. You just be a smart girl, and stay cozy and safe in this room, and you'll be back to your family in no time at all," Mike said.

"H-how much? How much is my daddy gonna hafta pay to get me back?" Hans asked, trying to sound like a frightened girl.

"You're worth a cool two million, girl. Don't worry. We know he can come up with that much, somehow," Mike replied. "How many girls can say their daddy loves them enough to pay two million for their safety? Not many. But you can."

"And... if he can't pay it?" Hans asked, genuinely afraid now, because he knew his father's cash reserves had been deeply tapped to purchase Hans' mansion. He couldn't imagine how his father could come up with that much cash, on such short notice! "What happens if he can't pay?"

"Best ye not dwell on that possibility, Heidi girl. That would not be good for you, at all," Mike replied. "With any luck, it won't come to that. Now get some sleep. We'll bring you food in the morning. You want the light on, or off? It's very dark here with it off."

"Off is fine. I'm not afraid of the dark, an' I can't sleep with that light in my eyes," Hans replied.

Without further word, Mike snapped off the light switch and left the room, locking the door behind him with a loud click.

A faint crack of light under the door was the only light at all in the room, and Hans couldn't even see his own paw in front of his face. This suited Hans just fine. That meant even if they had a camera hidden in the room, they probably couldn't see him, either. He laid on his side, covered with the flannel sheet, pulled a bobby pin out of his hair, used his claws to remove the plastic-dipped tips from the springy, flat wire. Then he set to work at picking the lock on his handcuffs, working by touch, under the sheet in the pitch dark room.

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January 24, 2009 (Saturday Evening) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

Miss Cheri had Bridget take Heidi to her bedroom to sleep, and she called the gate to send one of the roving guards inside to guard the little girl's door, while Bridget would spend the night in the room with Heidi. The guards in turn called for another guard to come on duty, to replace that roving guard.

Once Heidi was out of the room, Phil and Hazel brought Tobias up to speed on the events of the morning, including how and why Hans had ended up at the mall dressed like a girl, and the cosplay games that he and Hazel and Marie played. (No one saw fit to mention that Cheri also participated in the cosplay games.) Hazel even admitted to Hans and herself making out in the girl's dressing room, shortly before Hans vanished.

Then Cheri showed Tobias the ransom note, and told of the kidnapper's demands since then, showing him the photo of Hans and the clipped tuft of fur, and mentioning the threat of the consequences if they failed to pay on time.

Hazel and Marie hugged each other and cried softly when Cheri mentioned the threat to send Hans tail back to them, if the ransom wasn't paid on time. They hadn't heard that detail yet.

Tobias made notes of all of this on the computer. Then he logged in remotely to another computer system, and opened a 3D image of an Irish Setter male. He questioned Hazel carefully about Mike's appearance, adjusting the age, height, and facial features of the 3D figure until it was a very close likeness to the boy at the mall. Then he added clothes similar to what Hazel could remember him wearing.

Phil watched in fascination, and then said "Wait! I saw that boy myself. Twice."

"When and where? Was he alone, or with anyone else?" Tobias prompted.

"The first time was just after we arrived. He was alone, and walked into the mall from the parking garage just minutes after the girls went in. Several other people did as well, before I went in. But he was pretty close behind Hazel and Hannah, and was alone at the time," Phil said. "I hardly paid any attention, but his tail had been wagging as he went in. I remember thinking that he had probably spotted Hazel and Hannah, and found them attractive."

"And the other time?" Tobias asked.

"In the food court. Remember what Hazel said? She saw him watching them from the balcony? He was three tables away from me. I remember seeing him when I threw away the trash from the pastry I had eaten," Phil said. "He was alone then, too, and seemed to just be watching all the cute girls at the music event."

"Was he there when Hazel arrived?" Tobias asked.

"No... No, I'm certain he had already left. Probably about the time they went into Yippy Wear. Not sure exactly when, but well before Hazel came to my table," Phil said. "Do you think he followed them when they left the event to make out?"

"Possibly. Any details we missed in his likeness?" Tobias asked.

"Not really. That's an amazing likeness. You're quite a good artist," Phil replied. He looked a little harder, then said "Wait... Two details. He was wearing a silver ring, on the middle finger of his right hand. I saw that when he was drinking a soda in the food court. And he had two gold studs in his right ear. About mid-way up the outer edge, and at the base of the outer edge."

"That's right!" Hazel said. "I remember that now. I thought it seemed odd he was wearing both silver and gold jewelry at the same time."

"Bren? Have a look too. Did you ever see this boy?" Tobias asked.

Bren looked, and shrugged. "I was watching girls, not boys. I'm pretty sure I haven't seen him hanging out in the mall before. I'm there a lot, and I know most of the kids that are close to my age, at least among the regulars. He's not a regular. Hummm. He may have been near the girl's bathroom when I spotted 'Hannah' going into the bathroom. I'm not sure though."

"All right. Let's see what we can do with your vanishing trash cart driver. You said he was a bear, right?" Tobias said, saving the 'Mike' file, and opening a new one with a bear as the figure.

"Yeah. Bigger than that. Grizzly, or maybe Kodiak. Could have made a good front line defense in football, all by himself. He was taller than the roof of that golf cart, by almost a head. I'd guess seven foot, maybe more. Built like a tackle or a heavyweight division wrestler," Bren said. "Darker fur. Yeah, about that. Black paw pads. Blue coveralls, and his tail didn't stick out. Striped ones, like the park service wears. Vertical stripes of blue, alternating with thin white stripes."

Neither Hazel nor Phil recognized the bear. Tobias saved the file, and closed the program, sending what he had on to Lord Karl.

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January 25, 2009 (3 AM, Sunday) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern, Switzerland

Lord Karl had been checking for any kidnapping or extortion cases in the USA, with demands for payment by wire transfer to a Swiss account. Then he cross-referenced that with juvenile victims. He had only found three cases, so far, and the people involved in two of those cases were all either dead or in prison.

The third case involved a pair of brothers last known to be in New York. Neither had any criminal record in Europe. But in America, they had been 'persons of interest' in several kidnapping or extortion attempts, and the younger one had served time for a wide range of petty crimes. Most recently, they had apparently taken a major jump in the level of crimes they were attempting. They had tried to kidnap the daughter of an British diplomat, while she was attending school in America. The ransom was to be paid to a Swiss bank account. The girl had been rescued, and the thugs had evaded immediate capture. When brought to trial, they were released on a technicality.

Further investigation by Lord Karl indicated that the lawyer that had appeared out of nowhere to defend their case had connections with a radical Irish terrorist group, calling themselves "The Real IRA". This a splinter group from the original IRA, that thought Sinn Féin was being too soft and conciliatory, and that the war between Ireland and the British government should continue.

The odd thing was that the brothers themselves weren't Irish citizens. They were Americans, whose grandfather on one side had been Irish. So why would real Irish radicals fund their defense? Had the ransom been intended to fund the terrorist group?

Lord Karl received the first report from Tobias, and sent the panther what he had learned so far. He instructed Tobias to be very careful, scout the suspected location Hans might be held at, and to report to him before attempting a rescue.

Then Lord Karl started to run the information he had on the brothers, Mike and the bear through the various interconnected military and police investigation channels, seeking any connections, or any indication that these individuals were linked with each other, or the Pouncefield region.

Swiss Mix - Chapter 180

By DoggyStyle57, November 2010

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January 24, 2009 (Saturday Evening) - Bernerholdt mansion, Pouncefield

In Hans office at the mansion, Tobias swore softly as he read the information Lord Karl had unearthed. "Oh crap. Not good, not good! We might be dealing with the IRA? And a radical faction of them, to boot? Damn, Karl, how'd you get them pissed off at your family? Time to get some serious intel going." Tobias reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew what looked like two USB thumb drives, connected by a short retractable cable to each other. He plugged them into two USB ports on the edge of Hans' flatscreen monitor, and called up a drive image that mounted from one of them.

"That does not sound good at all, no. What is this device you have, Monsieur Tobias?" Miss Cheri asked.

"Well... you might say that it's a hacker's equivalent to a really good set of lock picks. I need to know some things that should have been recorded by the mall's security systems, and by certain other resources. Things we don't have the time to ask permission nicely to obtain. You can watch, but don't tell anyone other than Lord Karl that you saw me do this," Tobias said, as he opened a program that displayed a multi-pane window on the left side of the screen.

On the right half of the screen, he opened a web browser, and brought up the Mall's public website. The left side started scanning trough a series of IP numbers and ports, starting with the IP address on port 80 for the mall's website. While that churned, he browsed through the public website, noting certain things and adding queries to the window on the other side of the screen. After three minutes, there was a beep, and a URL flashed in green on the left side.

Tobias clicked that URL, and the window on the right displayed the web-based administrative console for a security monitoring system, with a login prompt. He smiled, and took a sandwich from the cart that the maids had prepared earlier for everyone's dinner. "That's the web admin console for the Mall's security. It allows them to adjust the security cameras from their central office, or from home, and to review what's been recorded by the cameras. Rather like the big brother of this mansion's security system. Of course, you can't get access without an account, a password, a PIN number, and a security dongle that generates a pseudo-random number every 30 seconds, to be used as part of your password. Nice system. You can tell this is a fairly new mall."

By the time he finished the first sandwich, the top half of his 'electronic lock pick' had beeped, and a green light appeared on it. An account number, password and pin auto-entered. "There we go! Gotta love what they can do with technology these days," he said, as the admin console gave him unrestricted access to the camera controls and archive. "I'm in, with no worries about some night watchman shooting me as a burglar."

"What the f...!" Bren exclaimed, choking off the expletive. "Just like that, and you're in? Do you know how much some people would pay for a gadget like that?"

"Yes, and it's not for sale, at any price," Tobias said. "What floor were you parked on, Phil? And did they use the North skybridge, or the South one?"

"Third floor, North. It was about ten minutes after nine AM when I let the kids off," Phil said. "It was about eleven when we realized Hans was late."

"And about fifteen minutes before that when I saw him go into the second floor ladies bathroom," Bren added.

Tobias tapped in a few requests, and in a moment had a video playing, showing Miss Hannah and Miss Hazel walking on the skybridge, as they approached the mall. "There they are. Give your boy top marks for disguise. He would have fooled even me into thinking he was a girl. Should have him consider a career in MIS when he turns 18. Or maybe as a professional actor."

He watched the film for a couple minutes more, then froze the image. It was a little blurry, but they could see Mike rapidly walking behind Hans and Hazel, and he appeared to be talking into a cell phone. "There's Mike, right on the girl's tail. And looks like he may be telling someone else what he's seeing." He rolled the recording further, and got the best full-face shot that he could of Mike.

"Now downstairs... Check the time... There! There goes our 'Miss Hannah' into the girl's bathroom. Now we watch for him to come back out... wait... There. Hannah exits the bathroom, walks by the freight elevator. Wait! What's that? Back up..." Tobias flicked through the images. On the screen, they saw Miss Hannah turn her head, then step into the freight elevator area as a workman pushing a large crate on a mover's dolly entered the elevator area. The crate paused for a moment, blocking the doorway almost completely, then rolled in.

"And hello Mister bear!" Tobias said exultantly. The worker pushing the crate was Bren's missing grizzly bear. Tobias checked the scene from every security camera that he could find which showed the area at all. They all showed the same thing. Miss Hannah was neatly maneuvered into the area in front of the freight elevator, corked in with a large crate, and then when the crate had passed through and into the elevator, Hannah was gone!

Tobias got the best image he could of the bear, and searched for the other security cameras that showed the freight elevator on the ground floor, and in the three basement levels. "And there she goes... See? Same crate, and same bear, loading the crate into a moving and storage truck. And a helper coming out of the truck that looks like 'Mike', but now wearing the same coveralls as the driver. They must have used the crate both to block Hans in, and block anyone from seeing, and then also used it to cart him off after somehow subduing him."

"Hans is a good martial artist. How could that kid have subdued him, without making too much noise?" Bren asked.

"With all that loud pop music blaring from the balcony above?" Tobias asked. "Even a good martial artist can't fight chloroform on a rag over the mouth, or a quick jab from a needle, and wouldn't have time to struggle much. From the looks of things, these guys had it precisely planned. If Hannah hadn't walked across that spot on her own, they probably would have had some other way to maneuver here there. Like maybe drugging her while in that movie that Mike offered."

Tobias sent the photos to Lord Karl to run for ID, while he did a similar hacking job to access the city's traffic cameras in the area of the GPS fix that they had for Hans. Soon he had images of the same moving van, with the bear at the wheel, being driven through a freight entrance in a warehouse, and the door closing behind it. "That's where they have him, all right. We need to scout that area, and possibly break in and get Hans out. We could use a SWAT team, but there's a chance they might kill Hans if they see Police action too close to them. And while I could probably take out one or both of those thugs, they had at least one other team member, who let them into that warehouse. I need a tactical team, and I don't have one."

"Yes you do," Bren said. "I'm in. And Hans has friends who are martial artists - black belt dudes, that he works out with at the Red Tiger dojo. I've visited there to watch him practice. Call them. I'm sure they will help."

"I have the number," Cheri offered. "The dojo is run by Sifu Lowell."

"Oh? I know that tiger. Went up against him last month in a tournament. His dojo walked away with three trophies. We'll make the call," Tobias said.

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January 25, 2009 (4 AM, Sunday) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern, Switzerland

Lord Karl frowned as he ran the match on the pictures Tobias had sent him. The Grizzly was a thug from New York City, with a long rap sheet for violent crimes, including assault and extortion rackets. He had no associations on file with any terrorist or criminal elements in Europe, however, other than having been operating in the same part of New York State as the two Wolfhound brothers that Karl had been tracking.

'Mike' was a complete blank, so far. Not even a traffic ticket or a driver's license on file, that Karl could locate. No match in local school records, either near Pouncefield or near New York. No record in Ireland... Could be new talent, recruited simply because he looked young and was attractive enough to lure in a young canine girl...

Then the searches yielded a connection between the wolfhound brothers and the Grizzly bear. The younger brother and the bear had served time together in prison, and had both been paroled two years earlier. Just about the same time that the brothers stepped up their operations. And the grizzly bear's lawyer, who pleaded for his release, was from the same law firm that had gotten the Brothers off the hook in the kidnapping case. He had his connection to the terrorists, and linking the suspects.

Karl called the MIS Operations desk. the young Lieutenant from earlier was still on duty. "This is Brigadier General Karl Bernerholdt. Notify the special ops manager. I am requesting immediate action on an international terrorism and extortion case, involving a Swiss citizen and a Swiss bank. Transmitting the details now. I have a field agent active, on my personal authority. He may need backup."

"Yes sir! Calling the duty commander now. Please have your agent refrain from sensitive actions until the case is approved," the Lieutenant said.

"Of course," Lord Karl said.

As soon as he broke the connection, he called Tobias. "I have reason to believe that the ones holding my son are part of a radical terrorist group that is known for killing innocent bystanders with their attacks. We can't trust them to give Hans back safely. Get my son out of there. Whatever it takes, as long as he isn't harmed. The case is activating now. I am personally authorizing lethal force, but you are to try to capture the one you identified as Mike, and if you see either of the Wolfhounds, try to capture at least one of them alive, as well. We need to know who set them on this target."

"Yes sir. Already rounding up a rescue team, sir," Tobias replied. "The head of the dojo that Hans works out at, and some of his students, have volunteered to help."

"Very good. And Tobias? You realize, as soon as the Ops duty officer sees that I have a personal interest in this, my direct access will be suspended? I won't be able to help after this call. But hopefully they will give official sanction to your activation. Be careful. Bring everyone back alive," Karl said.

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January 24, 2009 (Late Saturday Evening) - Red Tiger Dojo, Pouncefield

Phil, Bren and Tobias went to the Red Tiger Dojo, to meet with Sifu Lowell and his volunteers. He introduced them to a young white tiger named Sun Ce, and an older Grey tiger who was masked, and remained in the shadows.

"Xan Fu does you great honor to allow you to see him at all," Sun Ce said, indicating the masked tiger. "He is my personal guardian, and normally remains out of sight. Hans is my friend, and an honorable person. We will both help in this."

Tobias gave everyone a briefing on what he knew so far, and gave each member of the rescue team one of the household pagers, to use in locating Hans and each other, as well as sets of percussion earplugs. "These will protect your ears from sudden loud noises, but will allow you to hear normally, otherwise. I may end up using a flash-bang grenade, and it's best to be prepared."

"Lord Karl wants as many of the terrorists captured alive as possible, for questioning, and especially this 'Mike' character, and at least one of the wolfhound brothers. But if it's s choice between your safety, or Hans' safety, and use of lethal force, don't take any chances. Kill if you need to. Phil? I want you as our driver. I'm going to give you one of my backup guns, but hopefully you won't need it. If it comes to a gunfight, let me deal with it, if at all possible. My guns... well, let's just say they aren't registered anywhere, and there's no record of their ballistics. And once this is done, they will get all new barrels, if we have to shoot any of them. So I would advise we limit our firearms to these three guns, or to weapons taken from the terrorists themselves. Agreed?" Tobias asked.

"I think we can manage well enough, if we act with stealth and surprise," Sifu Lowell said.

"And I am certain that Xan Fu can get us into the building undetected, and account for at least one guard," Sun Ce said.

"Then let's do this," Tobias said, as they left the dojo together.

Swiss Mix - Chapter 181

By DoggyStyle57, November 2010

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January 24, 2009 (Saturday Evening) - On the East side of Pouncefield

As Phil drove the van down the nearly deserted streets of the East side industrial area, Tobias, Sifu Lowell, Sun Ce, and Xan Fu watched the direction vector and GPS information for Hans on one of the pagers, and had Phil stop every so often while they took sightings and drew intersecting lines on a photo-map of the area, printed from a public mapping website.

The area they had been circling was a small industrial park, with open driveways and parking areas interspersed with blocks of one and two story tall structures. They had passed a small computer repair shop, an art gallery, a place that gave nightly "comedy driving safety workshops", several warehouses, a custom cargo trailer manufacturing shop, and even an all-night deli. They had parked in the lot of the art gallery, which was closed for the night.

"It looks like he's in the warehouse to the left of that trailer maker's shop. Fairly high noise level from that shop, and since it's open this late, it's probably open 24 x 7, which would give good cover for trucks coming and going at odd hours. It looks like there's two vehicle entries into the warehouse area, and two doors for people - one of each on both ends," Tobias said. "The photo map shows skylights on the roof, and the GPS fix looks like it's about 20 yards from the door furthest from the street. That's the door we'll try for. Once we are in, we fan out, and try to quietly overpower any guards we encounter. Converge on that corner of the warehouse, and try to get Hans out. Any questions or comments?"

"Let Xan Fu go first," Sun Ce said. "He can go in through the skylights, and attempt to open that door for us."

"Do it," Tobias said. The door of the van opened and closed, and Xan Fu faded into the night.

They watched in silence, until, several minutes later, they saw a red light blink three times from the rooftop of the warehouse. "Xan Fu has reached the roof, and found a way in. We should go now," Sun Ce observed. The rescue team headed to the far side of the building.

===

Xan Fu was now dressed head to claws in black. Only his muzzle and the tips of his black claws on hands and feet were exposed. He had slipped in through a skylight, and spend a short period of time maneuvering through the steel trusses that supported the roof. For someone with his training, the entire roof area was an easy path to traverse, and the few lights that were on were all below him, with shades above, leaving him, as he preferred, a shadow among shadows.

The tiger looked down from above, and counted three armed people moving between the stacks of crates, and one more in a well-lit office roughly where they had reason to believe Hans was being kept. He could not see into the room at the back of the office to confirm Hans was there, or to find out if anyone might be in that enclosed space with the boy.

Moving through the web work of metal, he worked his way close to the back door. Below him, he could see the smaller figure of the one who had been identified as 'Mike', making himself comfortable in a chair facing the back door.

Xan Fu unwound a thin rope from around his waist, hooked the cloth-padded metal claw at one end onto one of the roof truss members, and lowered the rest of the rope until the end reached almost to ground level. Silently, he slid down the rope behind Mike, landing in a crouch just three paces away from the boy. He flicked the rope twice, and caught the metal claw as it fell. The noises from the trailer shop next door completely masked his actions. He coiled the rope back around his waist.

The tiger had to fade back into the shadows as another thug, a wolfhound carrying a submachine gun, came around the end of the aisle of crates and checked on the boy. They talked quietly for a few minutes, and the wolfhound moved on.

Creeping up behind the boy, Xan Fu extracted a thin bamboo tube from inside his shirt. When he was within arm's reach, he intentionally coughed. As the boy turned to see the source of the sound, the tiger blew into the tube. A fine white spray of narcotic powder blew into Mike's face. Mike gasped, closed his eyes, and slumped back onto his chair.

Using several thin but strong strips of silk taken from inside his shirt, Xan Fu bound the boy's ankles, thighs, wrists, upper arms, and neck to the chair. leaving him in a position as if sleeping, but unable to move. Another strip was wadded into his mouth, and his muzzle securely tied shut.

===

Looking at the door from the outside, Sun Ce saw the door open a crack, and a red light blink three times. Then a white light blinked slowly, one, twice, three times. "Xan Fu has opened the way for us. Three foes remain within," Sun Ce said.

Tobias, Bren, and Sifu Lowell followed Sun Ce into the warehouse. Tobias and Bren went left, and Sifu Lowell and Sun Ce went right, while Xan Fu remained near the exit, to keep an eye on Mike and keep the exit secure.

Sifu Lowell was carrying a push broom, and dressed in dark work clothes. He went ahead of Sun Ce, casually sweeping the floor as if he was the night janitor. Sun Ce hung back, staying to the shadows. It wasn't long before Sifu Lowell encountered one of the wolfhounds.

"Hey you! What d'ya think you're doing in here?" the wolfhound demanded, while keeping his gun out of sight behind his hip.

Sifu Lowell calmly kept sweeping, getting closer to the guard. "Just doin' my job, man! Sweepin' up the floors. Ain't much of a job, but it puts bread on the table, y'know?"

"What? We didn't hire any janitor service!" the wolfhound said. "Get the hell out of here!"

"Comes with rentin' the warehouse, man. Landlord pays my temp agency, not you. Don't worry! I'm bonded. Not gonna pilfer anything. I could ask you the same thing. Nobody told me they had a night watchman on duty. If they told me, I'd have checked in with you first! Heck, you coulda treated me like a burglar, or something! Man, they really gotta get their act together, y'know?" He was just a few feet away from the wolfhound now, and he paused, with one foot on the head of the broom, both hands resting on the upright handle. "You could call the temp agency. They'll vouch for me bein' here," he offered.

"I don't know..." the wolfhound said, glancing back in the direction of the office.

As soon as his gaze left him, Sifu Lowell tugged the broom handle free of the broom head, and use his disguised bo-staff to deliver a stunning crack to the wolfhound's skull. The wolfhound fell, but his gun fired at least one three-round burst as it hit the floor.

Sun Ce rushed forward and scooped up the gun as the echoes of gunfire faded, pointing it at the felled wolfhound, and pausing to see if anyone had reacted to the gunshots or the arguing voices. The sounds of the trailer manufacturing shop next door went on, a riveting gun chattering away, almost as loud as the gunshots had been. Together, they started to tie up the wolfhound, using some plastic zip-ties that Sifu Lowell had brought in his pocket.

===

Tobias gave Bren his remaining Walther PPS pistol. "You only have six shots. Don't use it unless you have to, all right? Silent is better than a gun fight."

"Yeah. I agree. Don't worry, my dad taught me how to handle a gun. If I have to use it, don't worry about me. Worry about who I aim at," Bren said.

They were halfway to the office before they saw the Grizzly, lumbering their way and carrying a submachine gun. Tobias pointed to a gap between two stacks of crates on the left side of the aisle, and ducked into a similar crack in the right side. Bren quickly took to the indicated cover, moving between the crate and the wall, and peeking over the top, pistol at the ready.

The bear was right between them when the sounds of the wolfhound arguing with Sifu Lowell could be heard. The bear stopped and listened as the argument flared, then rapidly turned to face the direction of the gunshots.

Unfortunately, that caused him to look right at Tobias.

The bear and the panther stared at each other for a moment, then both fired at the same moment, the submachine gun ripping off half a dozen shots to Tobias' two rounds. The grizzly remained standing. Bren raised his gun and prepared to shoot the Grizzly from behind, knowing it was necessary, but feeling like a coward, to shoot the thug in the back. "Turn and face me, you bastard!" Bren shouted.

But before Bren could fire, instead of responding to the shout, the bear toppled over backward. Bren could see two holes less than an inch apart, puncturing the bear's forehead, and that the entire top of the bear's head had been blown away. As the bear fell, his body knocked the crate Bren was sheltered behind back, and into Bren, pinning the young wolf between crate and wall. Bren looked helplessly past the dead bear, across the aisle, as he saw Tobias, chest covered with blood, slowly slump to the ground. A row of bullet holes crossed where Tobias' chest had been, and the area behind the panther was blood splattered.

Bren franticly fought to get free, so he could see if Tobias still lived, or if the bear and panther had killed each other.

===

Sifu Lowell reacted quickly to the second burst of gunfire, leaving Sun Ce to guard the unconscious wolfhound, and throwing caution to the wind, rushing to where he knew Tobias and Bren had been headed.

He soon found the obviously dead bear, then found Bren between the crates, huddled over the crumpled form of Tobias, while kneeling in a pool of blood.

===

In the office, the remaining wolfhound drew his pistol, and peered out into the warehouse. He was certain he had heard gunfire out there, and not just the riveting guns next door. He called out the names of his partners, and got no reply. Cursing loudly, he fumbled for his keys, determined to grab the brat and use her as a shield, if need be, to make his escape.

He unlocked the door, threw it open, and pointed his gun at the bed.

But his captive wasn't there! The handcuff lay unlocked on the mattress, and he could see a light under the bathroom door. "That'll nae do ye any good, Lass! Ye canna escape that way," he said. "Get yer tail out here! NOW!"

"NO! said Hans, in his male voice, as he threw the flannel bed sheet over the wolfhound's head from the shadows behind the door.

The wolfhound tried to fire blindly at the sound of the unexpected male voice, but Hans ducked and rolled to the center of the room. Then Hans executed a spinning side kick, straight into the wolfhound's groin... while still wearing Hanna's three inch high heels!

The thug almost dropped his gun, as he howled in pain, dropped the fake Irish accent, and lapsed into an accent that was pure east-side New York slums. The wolfhound filled the air with curses that would make a dock worker blush, staggering back and ripping the cloth off his head. Leaning back against a desk in the office, he raised the pistol and pointed it right at Hans. "You little BITCH! You'll die for that!" He screamed, his voice squeaking half an octave higher than normal.

Hans dove to one side as he heard the impossibly loud sound of the gunshot...

Swiss Mix - Chapter 182

By DoggyStyle57, November 2010

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January 24, 2009 (Saturday Evening)

Darkness...

A silence that was not silence...

For what seemed like forever, Hans was deaf and blind...

To his dark-adapted eyes, the muzzle flash of the terrorist's large-caliber pistol, pointed right at Hans' head, had been blindingly bright...

In that relatively small room, with smooth cinder block walls, smooth floor and ceiling, and virtually no furniture, the gunshot had reverberated, making it sound at least twice as loud as anything Hans had ever experienced on the firing range...

It slowly occurred to Hans to wonder...

How could he be having these thoughts at all...

Shouldn't he be...

well...

dead?

Hans didn't feel dead.

But how would he know what being dead felt like?

His eyes eventually perceived a bright light...

He slowly got up, and moved toward the light.

It seemed like the thing to do.

He was...

In an office?

With a start, Hans saw that the terrorist he had called 'The Irishman' was still there, seated on one of the desks. But the terrorist's pistol was at Hans' feet, and the wolfhound was clutching a heavily bleeding wound in his right shoulder. The terrorist's eyes looked glazed with pain and resignation.

Hans eyes focused on a figure beyond the terrorist. A menacing dark-furred male was in the doorway, with a large pistol, aimed at Hans.

He heard the stranger say "Just give me a reason. Any reason at all... to send you straight to Hell."

Without really thinking, Hans dived for the terrorist's gun, placing the desk between himself and the new threat.

"Slow reactions, Hans. I wasn't aiming at you," the unknown fur said. "You're free, kid. Your father... sent me to rescue you. My name is... Tobias..."

"It is good that you still know your name is not Superman, Mister Tobias. I was beginning to wonder, truly... Now act like a mere mortal. You need medical attention. Allow Xan Fu to attend to your wounds. We can take care of things from here," Sun Ce said, from right behind Tobias.

Hans peeked out from around the desk, pistol in hand, and saw that Sifu Lowell was now supporting the black panther who had called himself Tobias, and that Bren and Sun Ce had entered the room, each keeping a submachine gun trained on the Irishman.

Hans realized that Tobias' left arm was bleeding profusely, and his shirt was torn up in front. "Ah... What just happened, guys?" Hans said in his own voice. He was suddenly very much aware that several of his friends were in the room, and here he was, dressed as Miss Hannah. He was terribly embarrassed.

Fortunately, his friends seemed not to notice his feminine appearance. Or at least it appeared that they were not going to remark on it, or make fun of him.

"Tobias works for your dad, Hans," Bren said. "He coordinated your rescue. And he took three gunshots on the way here. Two were in the chest, at short range. But he was wearing Kevlar body armor under his shirt. So the two machine gun rounds that hit him there just stunned him - knocked the wind out of him. Then that panther got up out of a pool of his own blood, forced himself to stagger over here in spite of his injuries, and he shot this bastard in the shoulder, just as the bastard was trying to shoot you."

"Hans? N-no... H-Heidi..." the Irishman murmured, going into shock.

"Not so. You thought you kidnapped Heidi. What you caught was her brother, Hans," Sun Ce said.

Sifu Lowell eased Tobias down onto a chair, took the gun from his hand, and allowed Xan Fu to start performing first aid. He then yanked the terrorist's hands behind his back, roughly enough to make the man scream, and fastened his wrists to the back of his belt with zip ties. "If this was a cop show, this is the point where they read you your rights," Sifu Lowell said. "Unfortunately for you, we're not cops. And you and your friends picked the wrong family to mess with. One of your buddies is already very dead. Each of you will join him, if you don't spill your guts, and answer our questions. The police will just find the unfortunate remains of a falling out between criminals here. Do you understand me?" He jerked on the injured arm again.

"YES!" the terrorist cried. "B-but I need a doctor..."

"Then you better talk fast, because you're not getting so much as a bandage until we're done questioning you. And what you say better match what your buddies tell us," Sifu Lowell said. "So here's our questions..."

===

Two hours later, Hans was back at the mansion, and his father had been notified in time to stop most of the stock sales, and halt payment on the ransom.

Hans had gotten a shower, and was back to dressing, sounding, and looking like a boy again, with his hair tied back in a pony tail. Marie, Cheri, Hazel, Heidi and even Bridget had not left his side since his return. Not even when he showered.

Phil had taken Sun Ce, Xan Fu and Sifu Lowell back to the dojo, and then brought Hans, Tobias and Bren back with him to the mansion.

Tobias, now with his left arm in a sling and the arm bandaged, was debriefing everyone. He had spent the last hour on the phone, talking to MIS HQ and several field agents, who even now were cleaning up the kidnapping scene and removing the terrorists and the corpse from the area.

"So, it seems your 'Irishman' and his brother were a couple of posers from New York, Hans. American citizens who were closet IRA wanna-be's. They had an Irish grandfather, who raised them on romantic ideas about the cause of a free Ireland, and hero-worship for the efforts of the IRA terrorists there. The brothers had somehow managed to make connections with a very real radical 'Real IRA' splinter group, and used that connection to impress some local thugs like that bear, and get them to join their gang. That hook up also got them better, more ambitious plans and resources. But it looks like the 'Real IRA' was just using them as disposable dupes. They got all their orders via a blind message drop, and the cell phone number they were to call to check in and report status was a disposable phone with prepaid minutes, bought with false ID. They never saw the actual Irish terrorist that was pulling the strings.

"But Mike was the wildcard," Tobias said. "I just verified his story. That little twit actually is a CIA field agent! He looks like a 16 or 17 year old kid. But like Miss Cheri here, he has a real 'baby face' and stunted growth. He's actually 26, and a fully trained field agent. Thanks to him, the CIA are running interference with the local police, to insure that none of us get implicated in any investigation of what happened tonight."

Tobias took a long sip of soda from a can that Phil handed him, and then continued. "Mike had infiltrated the gang about eight months ago, after a kidnapping attempt was made on a British aristocrat's daughter who was attending school in New York. He claims he was protecting 'Heidi' from the rest of the gang all along, reminding them that she was worth far more unharmed than if they damaged her at all. And he also claims he had a plan to call in CIA backup forces and rescue her, if it started to look like they were actually going to harm her. Said he was going to slip a handcuff key into one of the toys in her meals, and bust her out of there. But still, he was willing to let them hold her, and go through with the motions while they made their ransom demands, so the CIA could try to trace the ransom money to the people that were really pulling the strings, and make a case against them."

"I still wish I'd kicked Mike in the balls when I first saw him tied up. I really wanted to, but we needed to get to Hans first," Bren said. "CIA or no, he took a risk that their victim could have been hurt or killed."

"Were they able to trace the account?" Hans asked. "Do we know who chose Heidi as a target, and why?"

"They are certain the money would have wound up in Ireland. They know that much. But the far end apparently burned their bridges within an hour of us hitting the warehouse. Apparently they were supposed to call in status updates to their 'controller', and missed a call after we captured them. So no, we didn't get a name to hang it on. Not yet. The case is still open there," Tobias said.

"What will happen to the two wolfhounds?" Cheri asked.

"The CIA is going to take them off our hands, and... remove them from circulation for a little while. When they do get released, they had better keep a low profile. Because by then, word will have gone out that they ratted out their 'Real IRA' connections. So if they so much as make a peep, odds are very good their former terrorist allies will hunt them down and kill them. It will be suggested to them that perhaps it would be wise to take up farming. In Australia. And we will be watching them, wherever they go after this. They won't harm you again."

"But will the real terrorists try it again?" Hans asked. "What about them?"

"That is a question we can't answer, Hans, until we know why they targeted Heidi in the first place," Tobias replied, frowning. "All we know right now is that she was explicitly targeted, by name, and that the terrorists gave these guys a rough description of her, and that she would be living in a fancy mansion in Pouncefield. It wasn't just a 'grab any girl' scam, or even a 'grab a very rich girl' plot. They came most of the way across the country and set up an elaborate plan to capture a very specific girl. They specifically wanted Heidi."

"How did they know Heidi might go to the mall?" Hazel asked. "I certainly didn't tell anyone! I didn't even think of the idea of Hans coming along as Hannah until that morning. The night before, I had been planning on going alone, after I left the mansion."

"I don't think they knew for sure. But what young girl doesn't eventually go shopping? And the event at the mall was likely to attract a lot of girls in the right age range," Tobias said.

"I guess I'm lucky I had a homework assignment to finish, and couldn't go," Heidi said. "I couldn't imagine going through what Hans just did."

"What can we do to prevent a repeat of this?" Phil asked.

"Your security crew will get better training and equipment, courtesy of Swiss MIS. And soon Lord Karl is sending a young maid over here, who is trained as a bodyguard for Hans. I'll also recommend to him that all of the family should do the same sort of self defense and weapons training that Hans has been taking, and perhaps each of the adults should even get their concealed handgun licenses, and carry a weapon," Tobias said.

"Yet they nabbed me anyway," Hans said. "My training didn't help, and I would have had no chance to draw a weapon. So in reality, there's no protection, is there?"

"Honestly? We take risks every day we are alive, Hans. The only complete safety is to wall yourself up in a self-made prison, and not to enjoy life at all," Tobias replied. "So don't dwell on it. Live for each day, and if bad things happen, we will do our best to deal with it. That's really all we can do. And you know now, that your family and friends will have your back covered, if you get in trouble."

Swiss Mix - Chapter 183

By DoggyStyle57, November 2010

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January 25, 2009 (Sunday morning) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern, Switzerland

"Sorry for keeping you up all night, Victor," Lord Karl said, as he wrapped a call to his lawyer. "Proceed with those two stock sales, and cancel the other deals. Transfer the proceeds from the two transactions to my Pouncefield account, and let me know the final value of the deals."

He listened for a moment, then said "No, we're handling the kidnappers quietly, and won't be pressing charges through normal channels. While we could certainly nail them both on the kidnapping charges, the investigation would then need to also deal with the rescue team's questionably legal actions, including one of my agents killing one of the kidnappers in a gun battle. For all their 'Wild West' history, the Americans take a dim view of vigilante SWAT teams operating on their turf. Especially when many of the members of that team are foreign nationals. The CIA has agreed to deal with them quietly, and to clean up the mess with local police. Right. Well, good night."

Karl shut down his office and quietly went into his bedroom. His 15 year old daughter, Taylor, was asleep in his bed, unclothed and with her blanket pushed aside. It looked like she had been tossing and turning a lot in her sleep.

It was five in the morning, and Karl had been awake all night long. He undressed and put away his Army uniform, then got into bed and snuggled up against Taylor.

The vixen stirred and looked sleepily at him. "Daddy? Did you make it better? Is Hans gonna be all right?"

He hugged her close. "It's all over, and Hans is safe. My field agent and several of Hans' friends and staff managed to rescue him. They killed one of the kidnappers, and caught the other two."

"I knew you'd do magic to save him," she said sleepily, rolling over and caressing her father's sheath affectionately. "You were up so late, doing such amazing stuff. And you hardly got any playtime tonight."

"Care to remedy that?" he said, kissing her softly. "I plan to sleep in, but I'd love to 'celebrate' for a bit with you, sweetheart."

Taylor nodded, and eagerly moved downward to start sucking on her daddy's cock. She fingered her slit as she did so, and by the time he was nice and hard, she was sopping wet. She got on all fours, and raised her bushy tail. "Celebrate with me, daddy! Celebrate my brother being safe again."

Karl got behind his daughter and mounted her, humping hard and fast, while leaning over her back and hugging her tightly. As they mated, he told her all about what had happened while she slept. As he filled her with his seed, he concluded with "... So you see, my sweet child, your brother may need you more than ever now. Not just as his lover, but also as his bodyguard. I don't want to lose you. But he needs you more than I do, so your place will be at his side, in his household."

"I know, daddy," Taylor said, as she knelt on her father's bed with his huge knot filling her, and enjoying the warmth of his seed spurting into her belly. "But we'll still mate when you come to visit, or when we come to see you, right?"

"You can count on that, Taylor. Daddy will always be happy to fuck his little girl. Even when she's grown up and a mother herself, some day," Karl said.

"I don't know that I ever want to be a mommy, daddy," Taylor said. "I know I shouldn't have Hans' babies, or yours. But I can't imagine wanting to have one for anyone else. I just want to live with Hans and be one of his lovers, for as long as we live. I can share him with Cheri and my sisters, and any other maids he hires. That's okay, as long as I still have him too. Just as long as he doesn't marry someone who won't let him mate with the rest of us, we'll be happy."

"I'm glad to hear that, Taylor. I want you to get along with your sisters, and with Miss Cheri and the other maids. But life may surprise you. Someday, you may want to find a nice man and have his babies," Karl said. He slipped his knot free and repositioned with Taylor, so they could '69 and lick each other clean. When they had both cum one more time, he patted her rump, and said "Now, up with you! I'll never get any sleep with you tempting me! I'll skip breakfast, and you can tell them all what happened. I'm sure Karla and Redd and anyone else who knows by now about what happened yesterday will want to know the outcome. Have me awakened at ten, so I can finish those business deals."

"Yes Master!" Taylor said. "But... if you don't have to sell that stock to raise the ransom, why are you still going to do it?"

"Several of the deals were ones I had been considering for a while anyway. I'm going to re-invest the money elsewhere. In Pouncefield, in fact. In part, to repay those who helped save your brother's life. Now, scoot! Or I'll spank your pretty behind!"

"Can I get a rain check on that, daddy?" she said with a wink. "It's been weeks since you spanked me for fun!"

===

At breakfast, Lord Karl's absence was immediately noticed. Taylor called everyone to the head of the table, and told the entire staff about what had happened (omitting that Hans had been dressed as a girl when kidnapped), but that Master Karl had stayed up all night, and somehow orchestrated an amazing rescue effort that would put a James Hound movie to shame. She made Lord Karl sound like an amazing power broker, able to find out any secret and make things happen at the snap of his fingers, half a world away.

Karin and Sandra, seated at the head or the table, listened with eyes wide, utterly amazed at all this having happened in a single day's time. "Hans must have been very brave!" Sandra said. "To be locked up, and fight with someone who had a gun, and almost get shot! I'm so glad he's safe now! I think I would have died of fright!"

Taylor smiled. "Yes, Master Hans is very brave, isn't he? I hope you both get to meet him soon. And wasn't Master Karl wonderful and resourceful! He stayed up all night and did so many things to make sure his child was safe! He loves his children very much, you know."

"Yes," Sandra replied. "Yes, I believe now that he really does."

===

January 26, 2009 (Monday) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

As the new week began, Bridget got a phone call from Lord Karl.

"I want you to negotiate a commercial real estate purchase for me," Lord Karl said.

"Yes sir. Certainly. What would you like to invest in? I know of a few grocery stores that are in a good position to get bought out. And there's a strip mall on the East side that could bloom again, with the right management and if the economy begins to improve," Bridget suggested.

"Keep those in mind for the future, but that isn't what I want. I have something specific in mind, but you'll need to do some digging to find out just what else the site offers. I want you to find out who owns the building that the Red Tiger Dojo is located in right now. See if the owner would entertain an offer to sell the building to me, as-is. If the price isn't too high, see if the rest of the block is available as well, and what tenants are in each building," Lord Karl said. "If the owner of the building won't sell, find out the specifics for the lease on the dojo's space, so I can assume the lease. One way or another, I plan to ensure that that dojo can operate rent-free, as my thanks for their part in rescuing my son."

"That's... an amazing gesture, sir. I'll get right on that," Bridget replied, her mind boggling slightly at the idea of someone purchasing a full city block in downtown Pouncefield, just as a 'thank you' gesture. And her heart was racing at the size of the commission she would get for being the real estate broker on such a purchase. "I've seen the area a few times now, when dropping Hans off for his training sessions. It's all two-story buildings on that block. The dojo is in a second floor walk-up, above a sporting goods store that takes up half the block on that side. As I recall, the rest of the ground floor is a variety of small storefronts, like a hardware store and a computer repair shop, and the second floor is office space, and a couple of walk-up apartments. Oh, and there's a small porn shop on the side street. It's three blocks off of Main Street, so not exactly prime downtown real estate. I think about half of it was empty, the last time we went by there. But it's still downtown, so it won't be cheap, sir." She opened her laptop and checked the listings.

"That's fine. A little urban renewal project won't hurt the books, even if it fails to break even. There should be some tax breaks available for inner-city improvement, yes? Cities usually like developers who want to revitalize their core areas," Lord Karl said.

"Looks like two thirds of that block is for sale, sir. And that includes the building the dojo is in," Bridget said. "The remaining building is the one with the porn shop in it, and has ads seeking business tenants. They are offering some pretty steep incentives for businesses willing to move in. I think they might entertain an offer. Especially if you purchase the rest of that block. I'll get back to you as soon as I have offers ready for your approval, sir."

===

In the mansion's great room, Tobias sat with Miss Cheri, sipping an herbal tea, and enjoying the warm sunshine on his dark fur through the window wall of the room. He was stripped to the waist, with his freshly bandaged left arm in a sling. The fur of his chest glistened with an ointment that Cheri had just finished rubbing into his chest fur, to aid in healing the bruises on his chest.

"It's been very kind of you to insisted I stay in the mansion while I recuperate, Miss Cheri," Tobias said. "I have to admit, it's been a long time since I've had several women caring for me, like you and your staff have. The last time was when I was in a hospital, and believe me, the food was nowhere near as good, nor the ladies so attractive."

"You saved our Master Hans' life, Monsieur Tobias! It is the very least we can do, to ensure you recover swiftly from the wounds you received in his service," Cheri said. "And besides, my daughter would have never forgiven me if I had allowed you to leave in such a state. She is quite grateful that you saved the boy she loves."

"Ahem! Er, yes... About that. She's... let me know she wants to show just how 'grateful' she is, once I have recovered more. She, ah... implied it would be a rather... personal thanks. And she said you and Hans wouldn't mind, if she did. Ummm, look, I do know what things are like here in Pouncefield, but... She's so young! Is she just having me on, there? Or is she serious?" Tobias asked.

"I dare say that Marie, Bridget and myself would all be quite glad to reward you for your bravery, _Monsieur_Tobias. Once your body has healed enough for it to be enjoyable, of course" Cheri replied with a smile. "Master Hans is not a jealous boy. And I resigned myself long ago to the fact that my little girl already has the heart and desires of a grown woman. If she offered herself to you in that way, she meant it, and she is free to do so, with my blessing. If you would like to enjoy a similar reward from Bridget or myself, you have but to ask."

"She's right," Bridget said, as she entered the room, carrying a cell phone. "Master Hans means a lot to all of us. We girls discussed it earlier among ourselves, and I discussed it with my husband. You can enjoy the bed-time company of any one, or up to all three of us, in any combination, when you feel up to it," she said with a smile, and then handed Tobias the phone. "Now, however, Master Karl would like to have a word with you."

Tobias took the phone. "This is Tobias. What can I do for you, sir? Oh? Why, thank you, sir. Yes sir, the bullet in my arm missed the bone, and went right through. Doctor says it's healing nicely. The pain meds are keeping it bearable, but I can't drive while I'm on the meds, or do much else but laze around and allow Hans' maids to spoil me rotten."

He listened for several minutes, then replied "No, no solid plans. I was going to go back to my cover job, as a private investigator. Nice thing about that - I can take time off, and don't punch a clock."

He listened a while longer and said "Me? Well, yes, I suppose I could. The current management might have something to say about that, though. What? No, I guess they wouldn't be in a position to deny your request, in that case. Very well, sir. If you can get them to agree, I accept your offer. And thank you." He hung up, and handed Bridget the phone.

"Well?" Bridget asked. "What did he say?"

Tobias looked at Cheri and Bridget, and smiled. "He said... he plans to buy Falcon Security, and put me in charge of the company. Wants me to train not only the guards for your estate, but all their staff. Seems I won't get to just fade back into the background this time. So it seems you'll also see more of me in the future, from time to time."

Swiss Mix - Chapter 184

By DoggyStyle57, November 2010

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January 27, 2009 (Tuesday) - Saint Lovejoy School, Pouncefield

"Ah! Just the two guys I was looking for!" Hans called out, as he rushed down the hallway to catch up with Bren and Sun Ce. "I have something for you two. From my father."

"Ah? And what would this be?" Sun Ce asked. "I do hope he realizes that my servant and I sought no reward in aiding you? That you are safe is reward enough."

"Hey, speak for yourself!" Bren said with a grin. "I figure he at least owes me some new pants. When Tobias and that Grizzly shot it out, right in front of me? I got... blood all over the pants I wore that night." The young wolf held up one paw, and said. "Hey, I did! Though seriously, I also would have helped no matter what, but I also wouldn't turn down a 'gesture of thanks', if he wants to make one. So, what's up, Hans?"

Hans handed an envelope to Bren, and two to Sun Ce. "I hope you don't have plans for Spring Break? Well, if you do, he says his offer can be postponed and re-scheduled for later in the year. Oh, and Bren? Do you have a valid passport? Or can you get one, by the third week in March? See, those are formal invitations. For an all-expenses paid trip to my father's mansion, in Switzerland. He wants to personally thank the both of you, and Xan Fu, and Phil Connors, for your assistance in rescuing me. He's offering all of you a week of enjoying the full hospitality of his mansion. Including the 'gratitude' of his maids."

"A high honor," Sun Ce said quietly, making a short bow. "My guardian and I would be most pleased to attend."

"Damn... A week in that place? With how many sweet young maids for 'hospitality'? I'll get my paws on a passport, if I have to forge one by hand!" Bren said. "Seriously, I think I can swing a passport that quick. Never needed one before, but I'll get right on it. You going with us? And what about Tobias and Sifu Lowell?"

"Tobias and Sifu Lowell are being thanked in another way. And I already had plans to take Heidi, Bridget, Hazel, Marie and Cheri to the lake that week. But you'll have a great time, I'm sure. You guys deserve it!"

"They sure do!" Hazel said, as she came up behind Hans. "And, um... Thanks for not making fun of... you know, what Hans and I were doing this weekend. I appreciate that, and I know Hans does, too."

"What was not intended to be noticed, does not exist," Sun Ce said with a smile. "In my country, we learn not to notice many things. It is not a problem."

"Uhh, yeah, what he said. Not my scene, but I won't make a scene about it, either. What you do is your own business," Bren said. "Friends don't blab about stuff like that. Right?"

"And you two are good friends. We're lucky to have you," Hans said.

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Feb 6, 2009 (Friday afternoon) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern, Switzerland

Two weeks after Hans' dramatic kidnapping and rescue, Karin and Sandra approached Lord Karl, when they got home from school.

"Sir?" Karin asked, when they found him in the Library. "My sister and I have made a decision. May we... have some private time with you, before dinner?"

Lord Karl looked around them. There was no one else in the library. He set his book down and turned his chair to face the 9 year old twins. "We seem to be quite alone right now. Will this do? What would you like to talk about this afternoon?"

"Ummm, not here, please?" Karin asked. "Someone might walk in on us."

"And we would die of embarrassment if that happened," Sandra added.

"Oh? Then where would you like to go? My office, perhaps? No one will disturb us there," Lord Karl said, though he believed he knew where this conversation was heading.

"Actually... could we go to... your bedroom?" Karin asked, the inside of her ears flushing bright pink with embarrassment."

"We can, if you are certain that is what you both desire," Lord Karl said.

"It is, sir. But can we discuss it after we get there?" Sandra asked.

"All right. Let's go," Lord Karl said, as he took each of his illegitimate daughters by the hand, and led them down the hall to his bedroom.

===

Once in his bedroom, Lord Karl picked up the phone and called the senior maid's desk. "Karla? I will be resting until dinner time. See that no one disturbs me in my bedroom. Thank you." He turned to the girls and smiled. "There. Unless the mansion is on fire, or some other calamity occurs, we will not be disturbed for the next two hours, until it is time to go to dinner."

"Thank you... father," Karin said hesitantly.

"Yes! Thank you, daddy!" Sandra said.

"So, do you want to talk about family matters? About things where you being my daughters makes a difference?" Karl asked, taking a seat in a chair beside the bed. "What did you want?"

"We... Well, for three weeks now, you've allowed us to... to watch you with the maids, through the mirror. So we could decide if... well if we want to do that too, when we become maids. We even watched in the room a few times," Karin said.

"Would you like to stop doing that? Seen enough to satisfy your curiosity, or to make your decision?" Karl asked.

"Yes. Er, well, not quite. You see we..." Karin said.

"We want to try something!" Sandra said. "We're tired of just watching!"

"And what would you like to try? Go ahead. Say what you want," Karl said.

"We... father, will you show us what it is like to... to get licked? Down there?" Karin asked.

"You want me to perform oral sex on you? On both of you?" Karl asked, looking at both girls. "Have you licked each other yet?"

"Y-yes, we want you to do it for both of us. And no, we... chickened out before we got to licking each other," Karin said. "We kinda sniffed each other a few times, but... we want you to show us how to do it right, father!"

"All the maids love it when you lick them," Sandra said. "We want to know what it feels like."

"Yes, they like that a lot. And I like doing that for them, too. And the idea of your father being the first to lick you like that, this is something you have both accepted? You wouldn't prefer your first time to be with another girl, or with a male that isn't related to you?" Karl asked.

"We want it to be you, daddy!" Sandra said eagerly. "We know you love all your kids so much, and we know you want to be our first."

"We've seen how gentle and loving you are with the other young maids. We trust you, father. I wouldn't want it to be anyone else," Karin said.

"Anything else that you do, or don't, want to try?" Karl asked, as he started to take off his clothes.

"Well, maybe... Maybe we could try licking and sucking on you? But not getting that big thing poked inside us! Not yet," Karin said.

"All right. You'll leave the room with your virginity intact. The decision to give that gift can wait for some other day. How about licking each other?" Karl asked.

"N-not yet. Maybe next time, after we know what to do," Sandra said. "I... guess we take our clothes off now?"

"Just your panties and shoes," Karl said. "Leave the rest of your school uniform on."

The sisters slipped off their shoes and panties, and looked at Lord Karl. "Now what?" Karin asked.

"Lay on your backs on the bed, side by side. Put your heads on my pillow," Karl said, as he got onto the foot of the bed, with all of his own clothes removed.

They did as they were told, and held hands with each other. "It will be okay, Karin," Sandra said quietly.

Lord Karl laid down on the bed, with his head between Karin's thighs, and raised her skirt. He positioned her feet so she was exposed to him fully. "I'll look first, at both of you. Who wants to be licked first?"

"I will," Karin said. "Lick me first, father."

Karl inspected both little girls visually, parting their petals with his fingertips, and making sure both still had intact hymens. "You're both still pretty small. But you're developed enough. Just lay there and enjoy this. The girl who isn't being licked should sit up, so she can watch."

Sandra sat up and watched, while Lord Karl lowered his muzzle to sniff at Karin's virginal slit. Then he started licking the little girl, slow, longs swipes at first, then rapid flicks of the tongue to her clit, and then long swipes again.

Karin moaned and spread her knees wider. "That feels good, father. Oh! Yes, right there!"

Sandra leaned in close, smelling her sister's changing scent, almost regretting their declaration that they wouldn't try licking each other yet. She blinked as her father suddenly stopped licking Karin, and gave Sandra a French Kiss. "Urf!" She said as he pulled free.

"That's what your sister tastes like," Karl said with a grin, before diving back down to lick Karin to a mind-numbing orgasm.

"Oohhhh!" Karin exclaimed, arching her back and shoving her sex into her father's eagerly lapping tongue. "Oh! That was so... so... Wow!"

"Your turn!" Karl happily said to Sandra, lightly pushing her onto her back, and diving in to lap at his second virginal daughter. Just before he drove Sandra over the top, he paused and kissed Karin, allowing her as well to taste her sister's aroused juices on her father's tongue.

When Karl continued licking Sandra, the little girl panted and whimpered, then sighed as her orgasm crested. "Ohhhhhh wow.... that was better than anything!"

"Glad you liked it," Karl said. "You're both delicious. I'll give you a couple of minutes to catch your breath, and then you can learn something new."

"Thank you, Father. That was wonderful!" Karin said, kissing her father again. "Am I doing that right?"

"Pretty good. Don't try to force your tongue so deep. Tease at the tip of my tongue with yours," Karl told his daughter.

"Let me try too!" Sandra said, sitting up on the bed. "Kiss me too, daddy!"

Karl smiled, knowing he had tipped them past the point of no return. It may be months before he took their virginity, or it might happen within the hour. But in their hearts, they were already their daddy's lovers.

Swiss Mix - Chapter 185

By DoggyStyle57, November 2010

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Feb 6, 2009 (Friday afternoon) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern, Switzerland

Lord Karl sat on his bed, unclothed, between his two virginal nine year old daughters. For the last half an hour, he had been giving the innocent girls their first introduction to the pleasures of foreplay and oral sex.

Both Bernese girls were still in their school uniforms, with only their panties and shoes removed, and both were kneeling beside their daddy, taking turns practicing how to do 'French Kisses'. First Karl would passionately and enthusiastically kiss Karin, while Sandra watched attentively, and then he would kiss Sandra with just as much passion and enthusiasm, while Karin watched and learned how to improve her technique. Between each kiss, he would tell them both how to improve their abilities. Both girl's tails were happily wagging.

Today had been the first time that either of them had ever experienced a French Kiss. It had also been their first time experiencing an even more intimate sort of kiss, as their father had performed oral sex on them, and had licked each of them to delightful orgasms - their first as well, from any means other than their own masturbation. It had taken them several weeks to make up their minds to try having oral sex with their father, but now that they had experienced how pleasurable it was, they were both glad they had tried it. And they both wanted to try more new things, as well.

Lord Karl had an arm around each girl, a hand resting on the bare bottom of each of them, and stroking the short, soft fur that covered their firm little butts. "Well, I'd say that you're both starting to get quite good at that. Look down at my lap, and see how well I am responding to your kisses."

"Ohh! It's coming out!" Sandra said. "That's because of us?"

"Well, did you expect him not to respond, after licking both of us down there, and smooching with us?" Karin said. "Still... I guess it is kinda nice, knowing we are why he's doing that, isn't it?"

Karl smiled. "If I tried really hard, I could have kept that from happening, even with all that we've been doing. But yes, I enjoyed licking and kissing my two pretty girls enough that I am starting to get aroused. Now, when I lick your cunnies, that makes you feel really good, especially when I lick and suck on your clitty - that sensitive bump at the top of your slit. Males like getting licked and sucked on just as much. But almost the whole shaft of a male's cock is as sensitive as your clitty is."

"Wow. Is that why it's normally inside that furry tube that it's coming out of?" Karin asked. "To protect it?"

"Yes. When a canine male isn't aroused, his cock is safely wrapped in that sheath. When he starts to get ready for sex, the cock extends out of the sheath, getting longer and thicker and harder. Like it's doing now," Karl explained.

"But not all boys are like that?" Sandra asked.

"No. There are some definite differences between species. For example, an alligator's cock is inverted inside a slit called a 'cloca', until it extends, and his balls stay inside him. A male alligator that isn't aroused looks almost like a girl, below the waist. Most male birds also have a cloca. And with some apes and monkeys, the male's penis just flops loose and unprotected when it isn't aroused."

"That sounds gross! I don't think I'd wanna have sex with anyone that different," Sandra said.

"Can we ask some other questions?" Karin asked.

"Yes, of course you may. We can use this private time however you want," Karl replied. He could wait for some other time to get his cock sucked by these two daughters. What was important now was for the girls to be comfortable with their situation, and approaching the new experiences willingly.

"Have you ever mated with really different species, daddy?" Karin asked.

"Not really different, like an alligator. They have all been furry mammals with paws," Lord Karl replied. "I prefer dogs and foxes, though occasionally I'll hire and enjoy cats, bunnies or mice. I don't have any cats or mice working for me right now as maids, but I have in the past, and I probably will hire some again in the future. I've seen all sorts of species unclothed, and even trying to be sexually attractive to me. But I am selective in which species and individuals I will mate with. Personally, I've never found myself sexually attracted to hooved or scaled or feathered or aquatic species, though I have some friends and business contacts in each of those species groups."

"Ummm... When we become your maids, will we ever have to mate with... other species?" Karin asked.

"Have to? Never. I won't ever require you to mate with anyone at all who you are not willing to mate with," Lord Karl replied. "Within our household, I will encourage you to consider mating with your brother and sisters, and with the other maids on my staff. And if you want to see what it's like mating with a male fox, my Chauffeur, Redd, would no doubt be happy to be available to you. Most of my maids are very happy to serve my son when he visits, and some of them choose other pairings. But the choice always remains yours."

"Now, some of my maids like having a variety of lovers. If they tell me that they want to experience other males or females, outside our household, I do occasionally entertain friends and business associates, with those maids who are willing to do so serving my guests, as they would serve me," Lord Karl continued. "Molly, Claire, Natalie and Kaitlin have all made that choice, and Taylor recently indicated she wanted to try it, as well. The guests that I allow to be entertained in that way are carefully selected, and I know I can trust them to be good to my maids, and to say nothing to outsiders about those parties."

"Why would any maid do that?" Karin asked. "I think I can understand mating with someone you care for. But to do it just because the person was the Master's guest?"

"Some do it to get to know potential future employers," Karl said. "For example, Molly and Claire have become quite close with one of my business partners and his son, who are also Malamutes. Those two girls have entertained those two males on several of their visits here, and the girls have applied to transfer to serve those two friends of mine, when their scholarship expires. Others just like having sex with lots of partners at once, one after another."

"Umm... M'lady Karla made it sound like you 'throw away' any maid that gets much older than 17 or 18. That you stop loving them and make them go away. Is that true, daddy?" Karin asked. "Would you do that, even to us, if we become your maids? You're sending Taylor away, aren't you?"

Lord Karl frowned. "That is a rather harsh way of looking at it. I will admit that I do prefer the maids that I mate with to be between ten and eighteen. But I don't stop loving them just because they become adult women. It's just that, as an adult woman, they usually begin to have needs I can't fulfill. They start to want to have husbands, and to become mothers, and to have babies. I can't marry a girl that isn't a purebred Bernese, or openly give them my babies. Is it fair for me to keep an adult woman here, when I can't give her what she desires? I don't feel that it is. So I assist them in finding new employers that may eventually become their husbands, or at least will cherish them as their only Mistress. Or I help them to seek husbands and start their own families."

"Then why is Taylor leaving? Aren't you forcing her to go away?" Karin asked.

"Not at all," Lord Karl stated. "If anything, I required her to remain with me longer than she wanted to, until her scholarship term was fulfilled. Taylor loves Hans, and she wanted to go with him when he went to America. I delayed her leaving, for a number of reasons. But in a few more months she will be allowed to do what she wants, and join Hans' household. But I didn't ever suggest to her that she should leave. And I haven't ever asked Trixie, or Eva, or Klari, or even Karla to leave, either. And they are all 25 or older."

"But... You don't mate any more with Trixie, Eva, or Klari, do you? And M'Lady Karla sort of said the only reason you still mate with her is because she lets you mate with Taylor. Is that true?" Karin asked.

"No, it's not the only reason I mate with Karla, but it was a strong reason at the time for me to increase how often I mated with her. But now that she has a husband and is having his babies, I don't have to worry about her wanting me to marry her. So as long as Redd is okay with it, and she wants to mate with me, she'll remain welcome in my bed. Even after Taylor starts living in America."

Sandra looked down at her father's lap. "Ohh! It slipped back inside again! I guess all our questions weren't very sexy, huh?"

"It doesn't matter. We should probably get cleaned up for dinner, anyway. If you like, we can experiment some more tomorrow afternoon, before dinner," Lord Karl said.

"All right. And daddy? Thank you for not rushing us," Karin said, kissing her father and then collecting her shoes and panties.

"Yes, thank you, daddy," Sandra said, as she kissed him and joined her sister.

"See you at dinner, girls," he said. Lord Karl watched them go, and then took a long shower before dinner.

That night, after dinner, he was particularly vigorous in enjoying the 11 year old vixen, Miss Pamela, who was to serve him for the night.

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Feb 6, 2009 (Friday evening) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

Cheri, Marie and Hazel finished doing 'Miss Hannah's' hair and makeup, and stood back, admiring how well Master Hans could appear to be a girl.

"Are you certain you wish to do this, Master?" Miss Cheri asked.

Miss Hannah nodded. "I have to go back there, and as a girl. I've avoided the mall ever since the kidnapping, even when dressed as a boy. I'll have the three of you with me, Miss Cheri. And you'll be armed. We'll be all right."

"Well, I think it's going to be fun! The movie's supposed to be really romantic, and going out for dessert after the show, as a girls' night out, should be a blast," Hazel said.

"You sure you don't mind watching a 'chick flick' with us, Hans? The movie Hazel picked isn't your usual action or fantasy film choices," Marie asked.

"That is why it should be a fun film for Hannah to go see. I'll learn more about acting like a girl by watching a girl's movie, and watching how each of you react to it," Hans said. "Besides, I plan to pay more attention to each of you than to the movie."

"Well, let us depart, then. Heidi is already with Phil and Bridget for the night, and Mister Tobias will keep an eye on the house while we are out," Cheri said, after checking to ensure that her handgun was in her purse. She detested carrying it, but until they were certain the group behind the kidnapping was done trying to get her charges, she had to be ready to protect them.

Miss Hannah led the way to the garage, waving happily to Tobias as they passed the room he was in. "We'll be back about ten! If we have any trouble at all, we each have a pager, and Cheri and I both have cell phones."

"Have fun then," Tobias said. "But if you're going to be late, please let me know." While he was recuperating, Tobias had taken one of the bedrooms over the garage. His arm was out of a sling now, but still bandaged and sore. He spent most of his free time in either the Great room, sunning himself, or in the Game Room, on the computers there.

While Tobias was well enough to go back to his own apartment at any time now, there had been no rush for him to do so. Hans had encouraged the panther to stay as long as he wished, and the maids had also lent a certain 'personal encouragement' in that direction. Hans was comforted just to know he had Tobias around. If anyone did try another attack on the family, he had no doubt Tobias would come to their aid.

"To the mall, girls!" Hannah said with a smile. And off they went.

Swiss Mix - Chapter 186

By DoggyStyle57, November 2010

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(Note: Events depicted in the movie are close to, but not quite the same, as the actual 2008 film of the same title.)

Feb 6, 2009 (Friday Evening) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

Cheri, Marie, Hazel, and Hans dressed in drag as 'Miss Hannah', arrived at the Pouncefield Mall. Cheri parked on the ground floor, as close as they could get to the restaurant, since after the film, they planned to go to the restaurant for dessert. They crossed over at street level, and entered the mall, heading straight for the glass elevators in the center of the mall atrium.

"The reviews for this movie are just fantastic!" Hazel said, as they waited for the elevator. "It came out in September, but it didn't start showing in Pouncefield until mid January."

"What is it called again?" Miss Hannah asked.

"It's called 'Nights in Rodanthe'," Hazel replied. "It came out in late 2008, and is based on a book by an author that has several very popular romantic novels that have been made into movies in the last few years. You did say the next time we went to a movie, I could choose a 'chick flick', right?"

'Miss Hannah' recalled the movie trailers seen on TV when the movie had premiered. She also recalled that it had been panned by most of the movie critics, and hadn't even been nominated for a single award. The only positive recommendations have been from bloggers who loved romantic films. "Uhhh, yeah, I did say that. Only fair, after you sat through that terrible James Hound movie with me last time."

They took the elevator up to the theater on the top floor, and Miss Cheri took care of buying the tickets. "One adult and three children, for 'Nights in Rodanthe', please," she said, offering cash for the tickets.

The attendant, a teenaged collie boy, blinked, since of the 4 girls clustered at the window, Miss Cheri looked as young as Marie, and if anyone in the group was an 'adult', it might be Miss Hannah, who looked like she was 14 to 16, and just old enough not to qualify for a child-rate ticket. He looked past Cheri and said to Hannah "Ummm, you know the movie's PG-13, right, Ma'am? I'll need to see some ID that shows one of you is an adult."

"And that adult would be me, and not Miss Hannah, who is two years younger than your cutoff for child-rate tickets. Her parents are both quite tall," Cheri said with a sigh, as she showed the attendant her driver's license. "I am the Governess in charge of all three of these children."

"Oh! Er, sorry Ma-am!" The collie said, after examining Cheri's license. He handed her the tickets, looking rather embarrassed.

"Come along, children," Cheri said, leading the others into the theater.

They got their drinks and snacks at the concession stand, and rushed off to the theater that the movie was showing in. But despite the fact that the show started in only 7 minutes, there was no line at all for that theater.

Slipping inside, they saw there were only about 30 people in the whole theater, mostly small groups of girls, and occasionally a couple with a rather uncomfortable looking male in the pair. Miss Hannah led the group fairly high in the theater, where they would have more privacy.

Hazel sat on one side of Hannah, with Cheri on her other side, and Marie just beyond Cheri. They munched on their popcorn and sipped their drinks while the movie trailers and ads showed.

The movie opened with a tense and emotional scene that showed a mixed breed canine couple, or former couple, with the father arriving to pick up their two kids for the weekend. At first it seemed that the parents were divorced, and shuttling the two kids back and forth. Then, out of the blue, the father dropped the bombshell that he "wants to come home", and repair their marriage. It turned out that they are actually 'unhappily married and separated', and that the dad had run off with some other woman 7 months earlier, and been kicked out of the house by his wife.

The leading lady, Adrienne, was being played by an attractive, but not particularly beautiful or well-known 40-something actress. Her husband, Jack, was about the same age, also moderately attractive, but nothing spectacular. Adrienne clearly had very mixed feelings about the idea of allowing Jack back into her life. Her kids still loved their dad, but she couldn't so easily forgive him for betraying her and the kids and leaving them for another woman. She bared her soul about the pain his betrayal caused her. She tells him she "needs time and space to think it over".

"What's to think about?" Hazel hissed to Miss Hannah. "He's such a slime ball! She should have divorced him when he ran off with that other girl!"

For Miss Hannah, the situation hit a little too close to home. Though in his case, it was his mother that ran off to shack up with another man, leaving his father and Miss Cheri to raise her kids... "Ummm, yeah. Maybe they are just staying together because of the kids? It doesn't seem like they really love each other."

"One wonders if the other woman has dumped him," Cheri observed quietly.

Once her estranged husband and her kids were gone, Adrienne drove to a nearby costal town called 'Rodanthe', where a friend of hers, a Rottweiler named Jean, had a ramshackle but romantic bed and breakfast inn, situated right on the high tide waterline. The sea literally laps at the pier foundation of the old house at high tide. Apparently Adrienne had spent her childhood on this beach area, and she had previously agreed to manage her friend's inn for the weekend, so her friend Jean could go off for a steamy, sexy date weekend with her latest love interest. For Adrienne, it now seemed like the perfect chance to get away from it all and have peace and quiet, while she tried to decide what to do with her chaotic life.

There was only one guest booked for the weekend, because it was the off season, and there was some threat of a severe storm over the weekend. But Jean wanted to keep the inn open for that one customer, who insisted that he needed to be in Rodanthe on that particular weekend.

The guest arrived after Jean left. Of course, the lone guest proved to be a ruggedly handsome doctor named Paul, played by a well-known actor who was the very definition of a ' __Silver Fox', both in species and as an older yet still hot and sexy male, in his early 50's. Paul could be quite a temptation for the unhappily married Adrienne, if she could just get past his initial gruff and self-absorbed mannerisms.

Paul initially had his own intense issues to deal with, however, not the least of which is an over-inflated ego, and a lack of compassion. He is in town because a patient of his recently died in surgery, due to a rare medical complication that no one could have predicted. But the widower of the woman that died is going to sue the doctor for malpractice.

Hazel voiced her opinion that Paul was a much more desirable male, causing Miss Hannah to reflect on how readily Hazel had been to mate with Lord Karl, who was the same age as the actor on the screen, and similarly could be considered quite handsome, even at his age.

"Ohhh, that doctor would be a good catch!" Hazel said, then she asked "Do you think Doctor Paul is sexy, Miss Hannah?"

"What? I, er... Well, I never..." Hannah said hesitantly.

"Well, what do you think a sexy guy looks like, then?" Hazel asked. "What sort of guys turn you on?"

"I... never really gave it much thought. I prefer girls, you know that," Hannah replied.

In the movie, the coming storm was threatening to become a full-blown hurricane, and Paul and Adrienne had to team up to protect the inn. As they were forced into close association by the scary storm, they increasingly turned to each other for emotional comfort, bared their souls about their troubles, and each offered advice to the other. A romance bloomed between them, and by the end of the weekend they were very much in love.

Paul resolved his issues, and made his peace with the widower without getting sued. But now he faced another emotional challenge. Much as he wanted to stay with Adrienne, he needed now to go to South America, to mend a broken relationship with his own son, who he had grown apart from while obsessively concentrating on his own medical career at the cost of his family. The son is now also a doctor, with a practice in a rural village in an impoverished nation. Adreienne encouraged Paul to seek his son, and open his heart to the boy. She returned to her family, after a tearful parting.

The movie shifted focus to the nasty emotional mess between Adrienne and Jack, as Jack played the kids against their own mother. One of the few joys in Adrienne's life were the love letters that now flowed between herself and the far-away Doctor Paul. She rushed to the mailbox each day to get them, before anyone in the family sees them, and she hid the relationship from her husband and her kids.

By this point, Hans had lost all interest in the sappy, emotional and contrived plot of the movie. Hazel and Marie both seemed intent on watching the film, but Cheri seemed less interested in it. "Not quite to your taste?" Miss Hannah quietly asked Miss Cheri.

"Non. I lost interest a while ago," Cheri whispered. "But Hazel and Marie seem to enjoy it still."

"I know something you and I will enjoy more," Hannah said with a grin. She looked around to make sure no one was looking her way, then slipped down off her seat, and knelt between Miss Cheri's thighs, with her nose up Cheri's short skirt.

"Oh! But Ma... Mistress Hannah! Someone might see us!" Cheri complained, though she was already scooting closer to the edge of her seat, and spreading her thighs wider.

"Let them watch. And if you see that anyone takes pictures, I want copies..." Hannah said, as she started eagerly lapping at Cheri's slit.

Cheri had to bite on the strap of her purse to keep herself from moaning loud enough for everyone in the theater to hear her. Marie looked over at her mother occasionally, and just smiled.

As the movie would through several bitter episodes between Adrienne, her husband, and her kids; punctuated with sappy-sweet love letters between Adrienne and Doctor Paul as their love grew even stronger as pen pals; Miss Hannah happily licked Cheri to three orgasms.

Hannah was still going at it when Cheri reluctantly tapped Miss Hannah on the head. "Get up!" Cheri whispered. "The movie is almost over."

Miss Hannah poked her head back up, looked around, and resumed her seat. Then she gave Cheri a passionate kiss, letting her governess taste her own feminine juices on her charge's muzzle and tongue.

In the movie, Adrienne was alone in her home, and heard the doorbell ring. She opened the door and found a hauntingly familiar-looking young Silver Fox, in his 30's, standing on her doorstep and holding a box. "Can I help you?" she asked. "I wasn't expecting any packages today."

The boy introduced himself as Doctor Paul's son, Mark. He has brought her the devastatingly tragic news that his father has been killed in a mudslde. They had a very tearful and emotional conversation, in which he thanked her for giving him back his father. He said it was her support and her ability to get his father to face his emotional issues that got father and son together again at last. But Adrienne was left alone at home, and could only take comfort in returning to Rodanthe, to walk the beaches, alone with her memories.

Miss Hannah was surprised to find that she was crying by the end of the scene, as were all the real girls in the theater, and a good half of the males. As the lights came up, she thought to ask "Ummmm, what happened to her husband and kids? I kind of missed that part."

"They broke up again, and this time he got custody of the kids. Serves him right. They were both brats," Hazel replied.

"Ahhh, okay. Well, what next? Desert, or shopping?" Hannah asked.

"Let's shop for a bit, as we work our way down to the restaurant," Cheri suggested, as she led them back into the mall, while holding hands with Miss Hannah.

Swiss Mix - Chapter 187

By DoggyStyle57, November 2010

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(Note, some parts of this chapter touch on Yaoi events that happened previously, but it isn't a particularly Yaoi section.)

Feb 6, 2009 (Friday Evening) - Pouncefield Mall, Pouncefield

As they left the movie theater and rode the escalators down to the second floor, 'Miss Hannah' was rather quiet and pensive. The question that Hazel had asked during the movie was still echoing in Hans' male mind...

"Well, what do you think a sexy guy looks like, then?" Hazel had asked. "What sort of guys turn you on?"

Hans didn't really have an answer for that, and combined with his own unexpectedly tearful reaction to the end of the movie, he was feeling rather lost and gender-confused as that last sentence echoed in his mind.

As they got to the third floor, Miss Hannah didn't notice at all when Bren saw them, then quietly turned aside, smiling slightly and shaking his head.

Nor did he notice when several boys he did not know called out to the cluster of 'girls', and flirted with all of them, including 'Miss Hannah'. He was too deep in his own thoughts to do more than continue to walk like a girl as he followed Cheri, Marie and Hazel through the mall.

The whole thing with dressing as a girl had started as a punishment, of course. Miss Cheri had said that to punish him for using the maid passages to spy on his father and the maids as they mated, that Hans must himself work and dress as a maid for a while. Han knew she was angry that he had spied on her, and he suspected she had hoped it would make him so embarrassed that he would never risk having to do it again.

But Hans had found a sort of illicit thrill in wearing girl's clothes, and in acting like a girl, even and perhaps especially when others could see him. And when Marie and Taylor and Miss Lexi and some of the other maids had all shown pleasure at mating with him while he was cross-dressed, he had become rather attached to the idea of 'cosplay' as a form of kinky sex.

But that was for kinky sex with girls, and not to attract other males and mate with males, wasn't it? He had become even more confused when as part of his second round of 'dress like a maid' punishment, his own father had used him sexually, just as if he was another one of the maids. Hans had to admit, he had kinda liked the way it felt when his father reamed him up the ass. And even when he sucked his father off, that hadn't been that different than eating out the maids after Hans himself had filled them. His cosplay started to include the girls wearing a strap-on dildo, and pegging him.

The young Bernese boy had tried to put that male-male experience behind him, mating almost furiously with all the maids at the mansion, and with extra passion with his sisters, and for a while, he had been pretty comfortable with his own sexuality again. The cosplay was just kinky fun, to do on occasion with girls. It didn't mean he was gay or anything...

Everything had been fine, until at the big orgy at the new Pouncefield mansion, he had watched his father mate with that young male hedgehog, Luke. He had tried to pass off his aroused state as being because of all the other sex that night, with his sister Marie and his classmates. The room did, after all, literally reek of boys and girls mating like there was no tomorrow.

But Hans certainly couldn't claim the sight of Luke and his father had turned him off, either. That had led to questions, and some tentative experimentation with the only openly bisexual boy that he knew - Luke.

Yet still, Hans didn't really think of himself as bisexual. When he had erotic thoughts, they were always of his sisters or the other maids. Well, almost always... And even if Luke or Hans' father was involved, there were always girls in the bed too, and Hans was mating more with them than any of the males.

He... was still straight, wasn't he?

Hans thoughts were interrupted when he suddenly realized that they had all stopped walking, and that Marie was waving a paw in front of his eyes, while Marie, Cheri and Hazel all stared at him. So were a few dozen shoppers, who had paused to see why the Bernese girl was acting so strangely. As 'Hannah' realized there were several strangers looking at her, she began to get aroused again.

"Hello? Anybody in there, Miss Hannah?" Marie was saying.

"Oh! Sorry," Miss Hannah replied, remembering almost at the last minute to use Miss Hannah's 'girl-voice'. "I was kinda lost in my thoughts."

"Completely lost, I'd say," Marie said with a smile. "I asked you a question three times, and got no reply."

"Y-you did? Wow, sorry. What was the question?" Hannah replied.

"Should we all go into that restroom, and 'fix our makeup'?" Marie replied.

Hannah realized Marie was pointing at the same girl's bathroom that he had used, just moments before the kidnapping. It was the last place she could remember having been, before waking up as a captive. She swallowed hard, and said "Sure! Gotta get back in the saddle, right?"

They went into the bathroom, where there were five other girls of various ages using the restroom. Two were little Corgi puppy girls a year or so younger than Heidi, who had left the door to their bathroom stalls open, because their mother was standing there watching both of them. Miss Hannah could see their little slits clearly, as they wiped and showed their mommy that they were clean.

The other two girls were a teenaged kitty and a poodle about the same age, who were both trying on the new bras and blouses that they had just bought at one of the dare ware shops, and giggling at how naughty they were. They left soon after Hannah and her group arrived, followed shortly afterward by the mother and her two daughters.

"So... why do girls tend to go to the bathroom together, anyway?" Hannah asked, now that only their own household members were in the bathroom.

"Safety is part of it," Miss Cheri replied. "A group of girls is less likely to be bothered by anyone, going to or from the ladies room."

"And so we can talk about the boys, in private," Hazel said with a smile. "And sometimes to do naughty things, too. One time, Ashley and I made out in a girl's bathroom, right here at the mall. She sat in the stall, and I stood on her lap, while she licked me like crazy. The wildest part was when several other girls came in, and I had to keep quiet, even though I was cumming like crazy."

Miss Hannah smiled. "That sounds like fun. Wanna try it with me?"

"Sure! You can even fuck me! I've never been had by a boy in a girl's bathroom before!"

"We shall watch for trouble, while you play," Cheri said, getting out her makeup kit.

"Yeah. But save some for me," Marie said. "I wanna try it with you both in a dressing room, next."

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Hannah and Hazel looked into the handicapped stall, in the back corner, both for privacy as well as having more room, but found that toilet was clogged and out of service. So Hazel led Hannah to the middle stall of the remaining three. "You sit on the seat, and I'll sit on your lap. I think that will work," she said.

Hannah slipped off her gaff panties and hung them on the clothes hook on the inside of the stall door, then raised her skirts and sat. Hans' cock was already fully erect, though not knotted yet. "Ready."

"Wow! You certainly are! This whole scene is really turning you on, isn't it?" Hazel said, as she hung her own panties on the hook, and climbed onto Hannah's lap.

"Hush! I hear someone coming in!" Marie whispered from the other side of the stall door.

Hazel picked up her feet so they weren't dangling below the stall partition level, and held Hannah's shoulder with one hand to keep her balance, as she fingered herself to get herself wet. Hannah placed both hands on Hazel's shoulders, with the young girl's legs hooked over Hannah's arms.

They heard several women talking as they entered, the bathroom, and then heard the sinks in use. Hazel used the noise to cover the sigh she made as she guided Hannah's hard cock into her tight little cunny. Then she started rocking in place on Hannah's cock, folding herself forward and kissing her cross-dressed lover passionately.

Then they heard the stall doors on either side open, as the unseen women got into those stalls to use them. They could hear one of the women speaking to the other. "Where to next, Clara?" one said. "I need to return that blouse still at Yippy Wear, then I need to head for home and make a late dinner for Charles when he gets home from his lodge meeting. Just the two of us, tonight. Hazel is... spending the night with a friend," said the other.

"Ohmigod that's my mom!" Hazel whispered into Hannah's ear, while at the same time clenching her vagina so tightly on Hannah's shaft that Hannah involuntarily let out a groan.

"Are you all right, Hannah?" Miss Cheri asked.

"Fine! Just... indigestion. That pepperoni pizza was too spicy. I'll be fine soon. Sorry to make you wait, Ma'am," Hannah said, as she grabbed Hazel's hips firmly with one paw, and started thrusting slowly in and out of the puppy girl.

"Do not take too long. There are three other girls waiting to use the toilets," Cheri said.

'Oh Gods, how are we going to get out of here?' Hannah thought to herself. Her own climax was approaching, with the excitement of not only mating with Hazel in such a forbidden place, but knowing her mother was just inches away, and able to hear any sound they made. Heck, she could probably smell them, if she tried! "Just stay quiet and enjoy it!" she whispered, as quietly as she could.

Hazel stuffed a paw in her mouth as she climaxed, and she felt Hans knot starting to form inside her. Too late, she tried to squirm off his shaft, but they were already locked tight to each other.

Hannah followed suit, her seed splashing deep into the young puppy girl, as she tied firmly in place, and tried not to move her feet in too strange a way. "You're wonderful!" she whispered into Hazel's ear.

Before they could uncouple, Hazel's mother, Clara, and her unseen friend left the bathroom, and two teen aged girls rushed to take their place, chattering about a cute boy they had been flirting with. Hannah and Hazel came twice more before the two teenagers left, and one last girl took their place.

"I think I know those big feet! I think that's Ashley!" Hazel whispered.

"Good! Because my arms feel like they are about to fall off!" Hannah whispered. "Slip off me, put your panties on, and join the others, while I put myself back together."

Hazel did as Hans suggested, quickly wiping her mound clean of his excess seed before pulling her panties back on. Then Hannah waited a couple of minutes, until Ashley got out of the stall next door, and to let his erection subside, before slipping the gaffed panties back on and stepping out of the stall, flushing as she left.

Ashley was still at the sink, washing her paws. "Oh, hi!" Ashley said, as she saw Hannah in the mirror. "You're Hannah, right? I'm Ashley. I was one of the kids that helped look for you, when you were missing a while back. I'm so glad that Hans' family managed to get you back safely!"

"Uh, yeah. Thanks. It was quite a scary experience. Thanks a lot for helping," Hannah replied, careful to keep her voice feminine. Hans had shared a lot of secrets with Ashley, even the fact that he had sex with his sisters and his dad, and liked getting pegged. But not that he cross-dressed. "Well, gotta go. See ya!" and headed for the door.

"Yeah. Nice meeting you, too," Ashley said as Hannah left. "Hey Hazel, don't keep her to yourself. Let's get together and share the wealth some time, huh?" Ashley said with a smile and a wink.

"Umm, yeah, we'll have to do that," Hazel said, blushing. "Bye for now."

---

Outside the bathroom, Hans asked Hazel "Do you think she knew?"

"Nope. But she wants to lez out with you some time, lover!" Hazel said with a giggle.

"Oh boy..." Hannah sighed. "That will be fun to explain, won't it?"

Swiss Mix - Chapter 188

By DoggyStyle57, December 2010

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Feb 6, 2009 (Friday Evening) - Pouncefield Mall, Pouncefield

Marie and Cheri came out of the bathroom, a few minutes after Hazel and Miss Hannah. Ashley was with them, chatting happily with Marie about school, and trying to convince Marie to try out for the cheerleader squad.

"You really should give it a try, Marie! I know you're not shy, and you don't play sports, so you wouldn't have a schedule conflict from that," Ashley said.

"True. But I still have choir practice and piano lessons, on top of my duties at the mansion as a maid," Marie said with a smile and a wink. "And it's not as if I lacked for personal attention, is it? Hans keeps me plenty busy in my spare time."

Ashley laughed. "Yeah, I bet he does. You're lucky to have such a loving household to be part of. Speaking of Hans, where is he? I'm surprised he isn't hanging out with you and Hazel. I hardly ever see you without him being somewhere nearby."

"Oh, we're having a girl's night out. Chick flicks and chit-chat about boys. Not quite the stuff most boys would care for, even if they were invited. And we're also showing Hannah some of our favorite places around the town," Marie replied.

"Ah! That makes sense, I guess," Ashley replied, as she turned to Hannah. "So, you just moved here recently, eh? Welcome to Pouncefield! I bet Hans is glad to have more of his relatives living in the area. Especially a pretty one like you." She winked at Hannah, while wondering if Hans was fucking this female relative already, as well.

Hans had really hoped Ashley wouldn't tag along with them. He liked her, almost as much as he liked Hazel and his maids. But he was afraid to admit to her that 'Miss Hannah' was Hans, in drag. And he was afraid that she knew Hans too well for his 'girl act' to fool her for very long. Especially if she started getting amorous with Hannah. "Ah, yes. My family, they moved here from Switzerland. And while Hans and his family call me 'cousin', it is only by marriage. My mother's elder sister was married to one of Hans' father's brothers. But since he is deceased now, there's really not even that link."

"Oh ho? So I guess that makes you 'kissing cousins', then?" Ashley replied with a grin.

Hannah tried to look perplexed, and replied with a bit more of a German accent. "Vas ist... 'kissing cousins'? I do not know that term. An American slang, perhaps?"

"I guess in may be," Ashley said with a shrug. "It means you're not so closely related that you can't date each other, or even marry each other."

"Oh! Ah, no, that would not be... No, Hans is not like that, with me," Hannah said, wondering how in the world to get Ashley off this topic of conversation.

"No? I'm surprised at that. Unless... Hummm, do you prefer girls, then? It's okay. I do myself, though boys are nice enough on occasion," Ashley said.

"Girls? I regret to interrupt, but Miss Hannah, we do have a schedule to keep, so I can get you home on time," Miss Cheri said. "I am sorry, Miss Ashley, but we really must be on our way."

"Oh, no problem, ma'am. Just being friendly. Well, I'll see you later then, I hope. Bye!" Ashley grinned and walked off, heading for the escalators that led up to the third floor.

After she was out of earshot, Hannah let out a sigh of relief. "Whew! Thank you ma'am. That was getting a bit too tangled."

"I thought as much, yes. Where to next?" Cheri replied.

"I want my turn with Hannah," Marie said, taking Hannah by the arm. "You two have each had a turn, and I want some fun too."

"Let's go to Code 9433 then," Hazel suggested with a grin. "They have nice big dressing rooms. And I want some new lingerie, anyway."

===

In Code 9433, Hannah and the girls shopped for a bit, selecting several interesting outfits to try on. Then they waited in line for an empty dressing room. The store was having a sale, so it was pretty crowded, mostly with older teenagers and young adult women.

Only a few males were in the store, and most of those few appeared to be rather uncomfortable and embarrassed to be standing in a store filled with racks of bras, thongs and corsets, while apparently waiting for their sisters or girlfriends, or perhaps their wives.

"Matt? How does this one look?" asked a teenaged Chihuahua girl, as she stepped into sight at the entrance of the dressing rooms area.

A Chihuahua boy who looked maybe a year younger was standing right by the dressing room door. At the sound of his name, he turned his head, then flushed bright pink as he saw the skimpy lace bikini and thong set that his sister was wearing. "Holy crap! Sis, if mom ever saw you wearing that..."

"Awww, you won't tell her, will you?" she asked her brother, as she snuggled up close to him. "Judging from your reaction, I'll bet Kenny will love it! And he's the only one who will ever see me in this. And maybe you, Matt, if you pay for it, and promise you won't tell mom."

"Hush! The whole store will hear you!" He said quietly. "Yeah, yeah. Just get the stuff and let's get out of here. I feel like my brain's gonna explode."

She kissed her brother and said softly, "Your brain, or something else? Well, either way, we can't have that! Let me get my clothes back on, and we can go home. Then I'll reward you properly for buying it for me."

Hannah tried not to look like she was listening, but she had to smile at the idea that this girl was apparently trying to seduce her younger brother. Gods, but Hans loved this town! As the brother and sister left, Hannah and Marie took the changing room that the girl had just vacated. They could hear two girls in the room to their right chattering about the things they were trying on, while to the left they could hear someone in there, but couldn't make out what they were saying.

Marie hung the clothes on the hooks on the wall, then placed one finger on Hanna's mouth, indicating a desire for silence, before kissing her cross-dressed brother. She glanced to one side and admired the sight of her apparently kissing an older girl. Then she slowly stripped off all but her shoes and socks, and put on a micro-bikini. "How does this look, Hannah?" she asked.

"Like it could be packed in a shot glass," Hannah replied. "It barely covers your nipples, and doesn't cover your mound fully at all."

"I guess you're right. Then how about this?" Marie asked, removing the garment entirely, and parting her petals, while pointing to the seat beside the full-length mirror.

Hannah sat on the bench, and started licking Marie as soon as she placed one foot on the bench. "I like this one better, yes," she said, between licks.

Marie half-closed her eyes and watched their reflection in the mirror, as her brother licked her sopping wet slit. "I like the way that one looks on you, too," she murred.

"It needs the right accessories, though," Hannah replied, slipping of her gaffed panties and folding her skirt up against her tummy, so Hans stiff cock was pointing up like a flagpole.

"Well, let's see if these go well together, then," Marie said, as she lowered herself onto her brother's shaft.

They continued mating until Marie had climaxed twice, and Hans had filled her to overflowing once. Then they laid on the floor together, and 69'ed until they had licked each other clean.

They both jumped when they heard someone knock on the door, then relaxed as they heard Miss Cheri say "It is time to go, Marie. Let us make our purchases. The line is getting rather long for these rooms."

"All right. Just a moment," Marie replied, as the two of them got up and got dressed again. When they were decent again, they opened the door and went out to join the others.

===

After Miss Cheri paid for their purchases, Marie and Hazel went into the main clothing store of Yippy Wear, while Hannah and Cheri went to the electronics store.

"We need to get 4 more of those pagers. Mine, ah, really should get replaced, after what it's been through. And we should get a few spares," Hannah said. "I want to look at some music players, while you get those."

"Very well. Wait here, please," Cheri replied. She took the packaged units to the register, leaving Hannah by the display of music players and headsets.

"That blue one's really good," said a boy's voice, from right behind Hannah.

Hannah jumped slightly, then turned, and saw a smiling cocker spaniel boy, about her own age. He had long blonde hair, and slightly feminine facial features. "Excuse me?"

"I said, that blue iPawed is really good. I have one myself. Er, that was what you were looking at, right?" he replied.

"Ah, yes, thank you. Umm, have we met before?" Hannah replied.

"No. I'm certain I would remember, if I had ever seen someone as pretty as you before," he said. "Where's my manners? My name is Nathan." He held out a hand.

"Hannah. And thanks... for the advice." She took the boys hand in the same way that she had seen most of the maids offer their own hand to a male.

The boy took her hand, and they stood there awkwardly, for a moment, just holding hands, as he looked at her eyes. Then he let go, as if suddenly embarrassed. "Ah, sorry. Ummm, haven't seen you around, but I can't see how I could have missed you. Wow... I mean, where have you been hiding?"

"In Switzerland," Hannah replied. "My family moved here only recently."

"Ah! So you're family's been keeping a treasure like you locked in a Swiss Bank vault? Hey, I know this sounds forward, but I just couldn't forgive myself if I didn't at least try to ask for your number. Can I call you, some time?" the boy said smoothly.

Hannah blinked. The boy was definitely trying to flirt with her! "Ah, well, we just met... Perhaps after we got to know each other."

"But how can I get to know you, if I can't call you? I'd hate to lose the chance to try to know you better," he said.

Hannah peered over the boy's shoulder, and was relieved to see Cheri completing her purchase. "Well, I... Oh, sorry, but my ride's leaving! Ummmm, maybe you'll bump into me here again. At the mall, that is. See you!" She hustled over to Miss Cheri's side, leaving the disappointed boy behind.

"Let's go. Quick," Hannah whispered to Cheri.

"Is something wrong?" Cheri asked, looking concerned, and placing a hand on her purse.

"N-no. Just a boy who wanted my phone number!" Hannah replied.

Cheri laughed at that, and led Hannah out of the store, to where Marie and Hazel were seated on a bench. "Is that all? You do seem popular today, I must say. Well, we shall be on our way, then."

Hannah and the girls got on the elevator, and headed to the ground floor. They didn't see that Nathan was following them, using the escalators.

Swiss Mix - Chapter 189

By DoggyStyle57, December 2010

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Feb 6, 2009 (Friday Evening) - Pouncefield Mall, Pouncefield

Hannah, Cheri, Marie and Hazel walked into Sonia's, where a young feline waitress named Corinne seated them. They got a table near one corner of the restaurant, about halfway between the mall entry on the inside and the street entry on the outside corner of the mall. From their table they could look out the window at the people walking by on the sidewalk, but they were far enough from the window not to feel like they were 'on display' themselves.

Just a minute or so after they were seated, Nathan came in, and got a seat at the counter, close to the mall entrance. From where he was sitting, he could see Hazel's back, could see Cheri and Hannah from the side, and saw Marie full-front, but partially obscured by Hazel's head. He ordered coffee and a donut, and quietly watched the four girls from his perch at the counter. He also watched several other girls in the restaurant, but his attention kept drifting back to Hannah.

It was already dark outside, but the sidewalk was brightly lit and the weather, while brisk, was rather pleasant. Couples and families strolled by, some turning to enter the restaurant, some leaving the mall area with their arms full of packages and bags. The restaurant itself was rather busy, since several of the movies last show times had just let out, and the mall itself would close in less than an hour.

"So, what's everybody want for desert?" Hazel asked.

"Oh, a hot caramel sundae, I suppose. With nuts," Hannah replied, without even looking at the menu.

"Ahem?" Cheri cleared her throat. "Miss Hannah? Are you certain you don't want to see what is offered, first? Most young ladies would want something more... delicate, shall we say? I see a lovely tiramisu offered here."

"I'm having the raspberry cheesecake!" Marie said happily, after looking at the menu herself. "I wouldn't choose the caramel sundae, Hannah. It will make a mess of your muzzle. Not ladylike at all."

"Ah, right," Hannah said, silently regretting having responded without thinking, as Hans would have, instead of pausing and thinking more like a girl would. But then again, he didn't have that much experience with dining out with girls. He was so used to taking his meals at the mansion, that he wasn't that sure how most girls did order, when at a restaurant. "Ummm, I suppose the Dolcini trio? Three little cups of different treats. That looks tasty."

"A much better choice, yes. I was looking at that one myself," Cheri replied. "And what about you, Miss Hazel? Splurge if you wish. It is our treat."

"Oh! I was just gonna get a small bowl of Orange gelato, but, hummm." She looked again at the menu, then her eyes lit up. "Oohhh! They have a triple chocolate mousse torta here, and it says they used Carob, instead of chocolate, so it's canine safe! I've always wanted to try something like that, but my parents, of course, wouldn't let me order real chocolate."

"That would be fine. Carob isn't harmful to canines, like chocolate is," Cheri replied. As soon as she looked up, their attentive waitress came directly to the table. They placed their orders, and Cheri also ordered a pot of hot tea, and four cups.

When the waitress had gone, Hazel smiled at Hannah. "This has been a lot of fun tonight. Thank you. All of you, really! Are you having fun, Hannah?"

"Yes... I think I am. There have been a few strange moments, but it's been quite fun, over-all," Hannah replied.

"Oh? Strange how? Well, other than the obvious circumstances?" Hazel asked.

"Well, a boy was flirting with me. That felt... really strange," Hannah replied.

"Oohh? Was he cute? Come on, open up! Girl talk time!" Hazel said with a laugh.

"Well, I guess he was, yeah. It wasn't much. He wanted my phone number, but I couldn't do that, for obvious reasons," Hannah replied.

"Oh, I don't know. You could get a cell phone, and register it to Hannah Krause..." Hazel suggested.

"And do what, then? Lead him on?" Hannah asked.

The waitress arrived with their order, and they chatted some more, about boys and dating in general. Hazel actually had the most experience of any of them in normal dates, though a good half of hers had been with Ashley. They were almost done eating their deserts, when Nathan approached from generally behind Hazel. "Hey! It seems to be my lucky night! I managed to bump into you again, after all, Hannah. Care to introduce me to your friends?"

Hannah blinked. "Oh! Hi, er... well, this is Nathan. We sorta met in the electronics store. I didn't get your last name though, sorry. And this is Cheri LeChow, and her daughter Marie, and this is Hazel..."

"We've already met," Hazel said, cutting Hannah off rather brusquely. "His last name is Jameson, and his daddy owns three car dealerships in town."

Nathan looked back at Hazel, as if just noticing her for the first time. "Ah, four, actually. He bought out the whole Westside Motor Mile in November. Still hanging out with purebreds, eh, Hazel?"

"You know each other, Hazel?" Hannah asked, rather confused at Hazel's lack of manners and suddenly cold and hostile manner.

Hazel ignored Nathan's last remark, and replied to Hannah. "You could say that, yes. He's the boy who I told you about, a while ago. The one that took my virginity at the Spring Festival, then dumped me with the flimsy excuse that his daddy didn't approve of him dating a mixed-breed girl," Hazel said.

"Well, he didn't approve! Not one bit! It wasn't as if I had a choice, Hazel, really!" Nathan said, trying to smile and smooth things over. "You don't know my dad. He really..."

"I'm rather glad I don't," Hazel barked back at him, as she stood up and glared up into his face. "But you do, and you can't tell me that you didn't know all about his bigoted hatred for mixed breeds, before you ever seduced me! You had a choice, all right. You could have chosen to leave me alone. You knew that I wasn't a purebred, and that I wasn't a girl that he would ever let you date. And yet you went right ahead and led me on, with your smooth talk and sweet promises."

"Well, in all fairness, I didn't promise you much more than that it would be fun. And you did enjoy it, as much as I did. Come on, you know you did. If you hadn't liked mating with me, then why were you so upset when I told you a week later that I couldn't date you?" Nathan asked.

"Sounds to me like she has a good point," Hannah replied, standing behind Hazel, and looking over her head, eye to eye at Nathan. "I've met plenty of purebreds like you. People who think you're so much better than others, just because they have purebred bloodlines. And I've seen a lot of people's happiness destroyed by that biased thinking, too."

"Hey, hey, hey! Why are you getting so defensive? You're as much a purebred as I am, aren't you?" Nathan said.

"If your dad hates mixed breeds so much, why were you sniffing around MY skirts? Yes, I'm a purebred, but you and I aren't the same breed at all. Any pups we might have would be mixed breeds, as much as Hazel is. You can't tell me that your daddy would let you date and marry a girl that would give him mixed breed grandchildren."

"Sheesh! Who said anything about getting hitched and having pups? We could still be friends, couldn't we?" Nathan said defensively.

Hannah hugged Hazel. "No, I don't think we could. You're a very pretty boy, but I see now that you have a rather ugly mind. Actually, I think I'd rather sleep with Hazel, than with someone like you." And to emphasize the point, Hannah kissed Hazel right on the mouth, then looked back at Nathan. "Her emotions are honest, as is her heart. She's worth ten of you, no matter what her breed or how much money her family does, or doesn't, have. Go find a Cocker girl your daddy would approve of, and leave us alone."

"Fine then! See if I care. Lezzie bitch," Nathan said, storming off and out onto the street.

Hannah and the girls just stood there for a moment in silence.

Then the waitress came over and said quietly "Well said, sisters! He's been hustling all sorts of young girls here all the last year. You two are the first girls that had the guts to stare him down. Tell you what. Your deserts are on me. It's worth it, to see that brat set back on his heels."

"Only if you'll still accept the full tip that you deserve for our bill," Hannah replied at once, "which should just about balance out the tab, since we would probably have tipped you almost as much as the meal cost. The food was excellent, and so was your service."

"Fair enough, and most generous," the waitress replied. "I hope we see you again soon."

They finished their deserts, and Hazel held hands with Hannah as they went out onto the sidewalk and walked back to the van. "Hannah?" Hazel asked. "Did you really mean all that? Or were you just trying to shut him up?"

Hannah looked around, then said quietly "Some of the girls I love most are mixed breed girls, including two of my sisters. And you, yes. Miss Cheri might well have married my father, if my grandparents weren't the same sort of bigoted jerks as that boy was. Their happiness was compromised, though father wouldn't allow my grandparents to kill their love for each other. So yeah, I really meant that."

"That's so sweet. I love you, too. I think I love all of you," Hazel said.

===

Feb 6, 2009 (Friday Evening) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

Back at the mansion, the girls helped Hans to remove his makeup and perfume, and return to being a boy again.

"That was a lot of fun, but I don't think I want to do it very often," Hans said, as they all snuggled together in bed.

"Hans? You said that Nathan was pretty, except for his bigoted attitude. So is he the sort of boy you find attractive?" Marie asked.

"I... Well, I don't know. I guess. It's probably that he looked pretty feminine. I don't care much for the muscle-bound jocks, or the guys that seem so handsome that you wonder how vain they are, and how much work they put into looking good for the girls. I guess, because I generally prefer girls, that a guy that is sort of effeminate or smaller is less threatening," Hans replied, after thinking about that for a minute or so.

"But father is okay? At least occasionally? Yet he's certainly muscular, big, and handsome," Marie asked.

"That's... different. I dunno. I guess it's because I know he loves us, and that he'll turn the world on its head to protect us. I trust him, and I love him. And that makes it okay," Hans replied.

"He has often proven worthy of that love and trust, in his way," Cheri said, kissing Hans gently. "I was proud of how you handled yourself, this evening, Master. Very proud. Now, I should go get Heidi back from Bridget and Phil, and get her to bed. Mister Phil has complained she does not let him sleep at all on the nights they care for her!"

"I suppose you should. But do come back with her in the morning, for some more fun with all of us, my Pet. I love you, too," Hans said.

After Cheri left, he made love to Hazel and Marie again, very slowly and deliberately, before they all drifted off to sleep.

Hans had very strange dreams that night, about boys flirting with Hannah, and Hannah going out on dates with those boys. But the dreams always changed to something different, before anything got past kisses and hugs.

Swiss Mix - Chapter 190

By DoggyStyle57, December 2010

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Feb 7, 2009 (Saturday) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern Switzerland

After Breakfast, Karin and Sandra approached Lord Karl.

"Umm, sir? May... Well, do you have any plans for the day, sir? We'd sort of like to continue our... discussions, from yesterday," Karin asked.

Lord Karl reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a PDA, and consulted the calendar on the device. He checked several entries, then smiled at the 9 year old girls. "Let me see. Well, I do have a few bits of business that I should take care of, but I can get that out of the way fairly rapidly, I think. If you would like to accompany me, and wait while I make those calls, I think I can give you most of the rest of my day."

"YAY!" Sandra shouted happily, then caught herself and blushed, saying "I... I mean, thank you, sir! We know you're so busy."

"Well, I do keep a full schedule. But I try to be available for all my girls, when they need me. Always remember that. Now, come along," Lord Karl replied, taking one little girl with each hand, and leading them to his private suite.

===

When they got to Lord Karl's suite, he took them to his bedroom, and opened the cabinet that had his television in it. "Why don't you two watch some cartoons? Or you can watch a movie. I have a few DVD's in the drawer to the left here."

"Thank you, daddy," Karin said, before tuning the TV to one of the local cable channels for a cartoon that she and her sister both enjoyed watching.

===

Karl left them to fend for themselves, while he went into his office. He did have some serious work to do. Among other things, he still needed to file a final report with the Swiss Military Intelligence Service, regarding the review of his personal use of national security resources when his son was kidnapped. However, he was on fairly solid ground in that regard, since there certainly had been an international conspiracy involving kidnapping and extortion with Swiss citizens involved as the victims. And Karl had been very careful to take no personal action, beyond submitting the initial inquiries that got the rescue under way, and activating one field agent. The review board had agreed that his actions were, barely, within acceptable bounds, but he still had to file all the necessary paperwork to wrap up the case.

===

Half an hour later, Karl locked up his office and went into his bedroom to rejoin Karin and Sandra. But the two girls were no longer watching cartoons. What was on the screen was a young red fox, about 20 years old, sharing two very pregnant 17 year old vixens with Lord Karl. The vixens were identical twins, and also looked very similar to the male fox. Karl recognized the episode as one of the tapes from his personal collection, that he had converted to DVD the previous year. Karin and Sandra were both undressed, and touching themselves as they watched the DVD.

"Where did you find that?" He asked. Then he hastened to add "You're not in trouble. It's just that I thought that was locked in a vault."

"Ummmm, no. It was stuck between the box of DVD's and the side of the drawer," Karin replied. "We found it when we took the box out of the drawer, so we could see the DVD's better. Who are they, daddy? And why are both girls pregnant?"

Karl sat between Karin and Sandra, and let the show run on the screen, where the male fox was happily fucking one pregnant vixen, while Lord Karl performed oral sex on the other. They all seemed to be having fun.

"That would be Flora and Frieda, who used to work for me as maids. The boy is their brother, Hugo. And he's also the one who got both of his sisters pregnant. That was about two years ago. They left my service shortly after that, and, with a little help from me to create new identities for the girls, started new lives as a husband and wife, their children, and their live-in nursemaid. They settled down in another canton, about two hours drive from here," Lord Karl replied.

"He's... their... brother? And he got them preggers?" Sandra asked.

"Yes. The three were orphans that I took in, much like yourselves, but not related to me. I hired the girls as maids, and their brother as a groundskeeper. I found out later that they were already lovers before they ever came here. I allowed them to continue to mate with each other, as long as Hugo would share them with me, so I could, on occasion, participate as they fucked each other silly. They slept with each other pretty much every night, sharing my bed once or twice a week," Lord Karl replied.

"Wow... so that was after you were already fucking Taylor?" Karin asked.

"Well, that recording was several years after Taylor became my maid, yes. But I hired them before I hired Taylor. So watching them mate was one of my first experiences with real incest, between a male and a female. As you can see, they were quite happy with the situation," Lord Karl said.

"Even though their own brother had knocked them up? How did that happen? I thought you said all your maids were on birth control?" Karin asked.

"I had both girls on Norplant, but it only lasts 5 years. When it wore off, and they didn't renew it on time, their brother almost immediately impregnated both of them. Unfortunate, but as it happens, both girls delivered beautiful daughters, and so far, there have been no signs of complications. As far as anyone in their new town knows, both daughters are Flora's children, and Frieda is the children's wet nurse and nanny," he said. "And yes, they were quite happy to bear their brother's children, as long as there were no complications. And fortunately, there were none."

"Complications? I don't understand," Sandra said. "I know most people say it's wrong or yucky to kiss your own brother, but I never understood why."

"Well, when close relatives mate, it increases the chance that genetic problems could be increased. For example, if both the father and the mother have a gene that can cause heart trouble, then their children would be more likely to have heart trouble. Since brothers and sisters tend to have very similar genetic information, the risk is higher with them. That's why in most cases, brothers and sisters aren't allowed to marry and have kids," Karl replied.

"And daddies and daughters, too?" Sandra asked. "Same reason?"

"Yes. That is why I am very careful not to get any of my own children pregnant. To avoid that risk. But sometimes, it can be worth the risk." Karl said.

"Why would that be?" Karin asked.

"Well, the bad chances double up, but so do the good ones. So if the family has a fairly clean history, with few or no genetically-inherited flaws, but some strong positive traits, like high intelligence, then breeding brothers and sisters, or fathers and daughters, can lock in those good traits, too," Karl replied. "In the old days, you didn't know if the result was likely to be good or bad until the child was born. Not from any pairing. They just knew that closely related pair had more problems than unrelated pairs."

"But they know better now? Is that it?" Karin asked.

"To an extent. Most of the purebred societies do genetic testing now, before allowing a marriage to take place. It isn't a perfect method, but it prevents families that carry the same flaws from breeding to each other," Karl replied. "My wife and I have had those tests, and as heirs to a major noble family, Hans was tested when he turned ten, and Heidi will get tested soon after her tenth birthday, as well. I may not agree with the Purebred society on everything, but I have to admit, the genetic testing is a good idea. At least you know the risks, up front."

"Is that why you don't mind mating with Taylor? Has she been tested too? Has Karla? Will we get tested like that?" Karin asked.

"I did have Taylor tested, yes. And like myself, her genetic profile is pretty clean. Taylor and her future children should be very healthy. Of course, the Bernese Purebred society would never allow her data to be recorded in the breeding registry, or approve a breeding between her and a Bernese, since she is half fox. But they still allow anonymous tests to be done, and to be cross-checked to other recorded profiles, so if a mixed breeding happens, the results can be anticipated. Karla's tests are also fairly clean, and nothing in either Taylor or Karla's profile red-flags against mine, or against my son Hans' profile. Which means that if they did accidentally produce children with Hans or myself, those children should still be healthy," Karl said. "As for you, I'll submit your samples when, and if, you want me to. But there's not much sense in doing that until you're sexually active, in a way that might risk pregnancy. And I don't have any plans to get either of you pregnant."

"Oh... Well... I guess that makes sense. And maybe we should get the tests, just to be safe? 'Cause we've decided to let you mate with us, daddy," Karin said.

"You're certain of that?" Karl asked. "Both of you? Remember, it's not something that can be undone, once we do that. Not like me licking you, or you sucking me, and us just deciding not to do it again. If I take your virginity, you'll never be virgins again, and you'll always know it was your daddy that was your first lover. I'll be very happy to do it, but you really don't need to rush the idea. So tell me again. Are you certain you want me, your daddy, to take your virginity, and that you both want to be my full-service maids, and lovers?"

"Yes sir," said Karin. "I want you to take my virginity, daddy."

"Me too!" said Sandra. "Please be my first lover, daddy! Take my virginity too!"

Karl kissed them both, and nodded. "All right. Here's what we'll do then. Today, I'll finish teaching you about oral sex. You'll learn to suck a male's cock. And I'll start to teach you about anal sex, too. On Monday, you'll see doctor Siefert, and get your Norplant injections."

"But when will you take our virginity, daddy?" Karin asked. "We thought you'd wanna do it right away."

"I do, baby. I really do. But I don't want you pregnant. So we'll have a very special date on February 14th, after your Norplant is protecting you both. You two will be my special Valentine's day girls. That happens to be next Saturday, so you'll have my undivided attention that day, from Breakfast on Saturday, through dinner on Sunday."

"Wow! And Sunday the 15th is our 10th birthday! That will be great!" Sandra said.

"Ummm, can we wait on the anal part, daddy?" Karin asked. "I'll do anything else today. I'll even lick Sandra. But, umm, today would be messy, if ya know what I mean?"

"Yes, I understand, darling, and I thank you for being considerate enough to raise that objection right away. So just oral sex lessons, today. Though if Sandra agrees, I would like to see you two lick each other, as well," Karl replied.

"Yeah, we already agreed that would be okay with us," Sandra said. "Last night, we... well, we practiced that, instead of watching you through the mirror. It was... kinda nice."

===

Karl took his time with the girls, He took off his own clothes, and joined them on the bed, kissing them and cuddling them, and eventually licking both of them to orgasms. Then he had them lick each other, as he watched and instructed them.

"That's right. Just do to your sister what I did to you. Remember what felt best when I did it, and you'll know just what to do to please each other," he said, as he slowly stroked his cock while watching his virginal, nine year old daughters 69 with each other.

"She does taste good, daddy, once she gets wet," Karin said, shivering as Sandra pushed her over the top again. "Oohhhh, that was good, sis!" she declared, before diving back in and returning the favor for Sandra.

They took a break after that, and Karl called to the kitchens and had lunch sent to his rooms for the three of them.

After lunch, he asked "Who wants to be first to suck my cock?"

"I'll do it," Karin said quickly. "We've watched enough times, I think I know what to do."

"All right then. I'll lay here, and you try. Just take it at your own pace," Karl replied, as he laid on his back on the bed.

Karin knelt beside her father, and wrapped her little hand around his thick shaft. She couldn't even get her thumb and fingers to completely encircle its girth, so she used her other hand as well. Then she took a deep breath, and licked at it tentatively, before bending over Lord Karl and taking several inches of his cock into her mouth.

Karl let out a satisfied sigh, as he fingered Sandra's clitty while she watched her sister sucking off her father. "Very good. Just keep that up. The whole shaft is sensitive, like your clitty is. Lick and suck on it like you were licking and sucking on your sister's clit."

"Wow, sis! You're really doing it! How does he taste?" Sandra asked.

"See for yourself," Karin replied, as she came up for air. "Tastes kinda like you do, deep between your folds in the middle."

Sandra got on the other side, and did as her sister had done, licking and then sucking on her father's cock. The two sisters started to take turns then, each bobbing her head up and down three or four times, then passing it back to her sister to do the same. Both were getting a good taste of the precum that was spurting from his tip, and as they passed it back and forth, both got their muzzles sprinkled with droplets of their father's pre-cum.

"Very good! That's how I like my twin maids to do me. You've been very observant!" Karl declared. "Almost there, now. Karin? You keep me in your mouth now. I'll cum for you, and then you kiss your sister, while you have some in your mouth."

Karin eagerly complied, and moments later, her father moaned and filled her young mouth with his hot, sticky seed. The young girl gagged at the unexpected volume filling her mouth, and came up sputtering for air.

Sandra didn't miss the opportunity, and took her sister's place at once, taking the rest of her father's load in her own sweet mouth, and then kissing her sister when her daddy was done filling her. Then both girls crawled up the bed, and kissed their father.

"Did we do a good job?" Sandra asked.

"You were incredible. I love you both, so very much," Lord Karl replied, as he licked their faces clean and kissed them some more. "And next week will be even better, I promise!"

Swiss Mix - Chapter 191

By DoggyStyle57, December 2010

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Feb 7, 2009 (Saturday) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

Hans moaned happily as he awakened on Saturday morning. His school friend (girlfriend?) Hazel was snuggled close to his left side, and his half-sister Marie was snuggled on his right, while between his legs, his little sister Heidi was happily sucking her big brother's cock. Hans moaned again as he filled the little pup's muzzle with his hot, sticky seed, and she greedily swallowed all of it.

Miss Cheri was standing beside the bed, watching with a look of mild concern as young Heidi licked the last of the cream from her brother's cock. "Good morning Master Hans," Cheri said. "I trust you slept well? And that Mistress Heidi has served well in awakening you?"

"She's wonderful, as always, Miss Cheri," Hans replied, patting Heidi affectionately on the head. "Good job, short stuff." He looked back a Cheri. "I had some very strange dreams last night. But I did sleep well, yes."

"Will you lick me now, Hans?" Heidi asked. "I haven't cum since MS Bridget licked me last night."

Hans carefully eased out from between Marie and Hazel, and slipped off the bed, kneeling at the foot of the bed between Heidi's thighs. "Sure, sis. I'll be happy to lick you." He looked back up at Cheri, and asked "Is something wrong, Miss Cheri? You look troubled."

"Perhaps it is nothing, Master. Perhaps it is just that I am still getting used to the idea of you so readily mating with your sisters, including my own daughter," Cheri replied. "But it does seem to me that Mistress Heidi is becoming unreasonably insatiable. Her eighth birthday is still more than two weeks from now, yet she has already experienced all but vaginal sex, and craves it to a degree that I have never seen in one so young. She has sex twice a day now. If not with you, then with her sister Marie, or with Phil and Bridget, or with myself. And Phil and Bridget complain that they are hard-pressed to keep up with her."

Hans licked at his sister's slit as he listened, then looked up at Cheri. "Hummm. I wondered about that, last night, when you said you were getting her to put her to bed. Wasn't she supposed to spend the night and this morning with Phil and Bridget?"

"She was, yes. But Monsieur Phil stated that she would not let him sleep. She kept wanting to suck him dry, or to have Monsieur Phil or Madame Bridget lick her, or to lick Madame Bridget. She would not stop," Cheri said.

"Is that true, sis?" Hans asked.

"Well, I also wanted Mister Phil to fuck my butt, but he still doesn't think he should. You and daddy both told him it was okay, but he says I'm still too young!" Heidi complained.

Hazel stirred sleepily and said. "Well, you are pretty young, Heidi. Even for a Pouncefield girl. I didn't start until I was eight, with anything."

"Yeah, but then you got to fuck, didn't you? I gotta wait two more years yet, before I can do that! It's, like, forever!" Heidi complained, pushing Hans muzzle back into her crotch so he would keep licking her.

"Mumpf. Maybe she needs a vibrator, mom?" Marie suggested, as she began to wake up.

"Perhaps. But not one she would be tempted to stuff within herself. That would be disaster, for all of us," Cheri said. "Let me think... Miss Taylor had some panties with a vibrator in them. Perhaps I can find some for Mistress Heidi?"

"Ohhh! That sound like fun!" Heidi said, as she squirmed in place while Hans licked her. "Mummm, right there, brother! Lick right there!"

Hans kept licking, savoring the taste of his virginal sister, and teasing at the edge of her hymen with his tongue. He could tell by how wet she was that she would have an orgasm soon.

"That sounds like something I would like, too!" Hazel said. "Are they very noisy? I wonder if I could get away with wearing something like that to school?"

"Not too noisy, as I recall. I shall get some today. Meanwhile, I suppose I must ask each of you to increase how often you please the little Mistress. Make a point of licking her each morning, and again each evening. And perhaps allow her more supervised encounters with your friends at school. Miss Ashley and Miss Cynthia both like to lick her, don't they? And _Monsieur_Pokeinfo seems willing to lick her and allow him to suck her, while remaining trustworthy about not taking it further?"

Heidi climaxed, almost smothering her brother as she hugged his head into her crotch. "Ohhhhh yesss! Umm humm! All those kids are fun! An' don' forget Mister Bren an' Luke an Elise! Oh! And Edna!"

Hans licked his sister's juices off his muzzle. "I know a few more that I think we can trust, as well. We'll start doing that, Ma'am. Don't worry. We promised father to keep Heidi out of trouble, and keep her sated. We'll do our part!"

"I'll lick her next," Hazel offered. "I don't get to see her as often as the rest of you."

"And she can lick me while you lick her," Marie suggested, as the three girls got into position to please each other.

"Miss Cheri? May I have the pleasure of fucking you, while they play?" Hans asked his governess.

"Certainly, Master," Cheri said, as she got on her hands and knees beside the bed, where she could watch her young charges as Hans mounted her from behind.

Hans raised Cheri's skirt and rubbed the tip of his cock along her slit, as he got her wet and got himself stiff enough to enter her after his sister's cock sucking had drained him. "Miss Cheri? Do you think I am becoming Gay?" He asked, as he thrust his cock deep into her vagina.

"Ohhh, Master! Non, Master Hans! How could you be Gay, when you so enjoy mating with girls?" Cheri said. She fingered her clit and watched the girls making out on the bed, as her young Master fucked her hard and fast. "Whatever brought that to mind for you, dear Master?"

Hans humped his maid steadily as he replied. "It's just this 'Miss Hannah' stuff. It's getting way too easy to pretend to be a girl. And I have to admit, I do get a thrill out of being seen in public looking like a girl. then... last night, I was... dreaming about... well, about kissing and cuddling with other guys."

Cheri pushed back and seated her young Master's knot firmly in her cunny. "And this bothered you? Master, perhaps you are bisexual, like your father, or myself. But there is no shame in that. I have sex with girls far more often than I do with males. Yet that does not make me a Lesbian, does it? I still love it when you or your father or _Monsieur_Phil mate with me."

"I suppose you do... have a point," Hans said, leaning close over her back and nearing his own climax, as he watched Hazel and Marie trade places in licking Heidi, and being licked by her. "Most of my maids and sisters like same-sex play, and that doesn't bother me at all. Yet it just seems so strange when I do it myself. I mean, I hardly ever think of kissing another boy, or think about some boy I have seen as 'being attractive'. I guess I just don't know what I like, or why."

"Master, it is natural to be uncertain. When I was first approached by Miss Eva, and she offered to have sex with me, I ran away in confusion. All I can offer is that if you find pleasure in it, and no one is harmed, then there is no harm in it," Cheri said sensibly.

Hans stopped talking as he concentrated on giving Miss Cheri a multiple orgasm, and filling her with his hot seed. When his knot had subsided enough to pull out, he allowed Heidi to lick Miss Cheri clean, while Marie and Hazel licked his cock clean. "I guess you're right," he said, as they got dressed. "I'll just enjoy whatever feels right, and try not to worry about it so much."

===

Feb 9, 2009 (Monday) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern Switzerland

Karin and Sandra were sent to Doctor Siefert's office as soon as they got home from school on Monday afternoon.

Noah smiled at the sisters and brought them both into his examining room, shutting the door behind the three of them. "Ach! It is that time already, is it? You have made up your minds to accept Lord Karl fully as your Master, yah?"

Karin nodded. "Umm, yes. He said you'll put us on Norplant today, so he won't get us pregnant when we... start serving him as maids here do?"

"Yah. That I will definitely do. Most wise, your father is, to take that precaution," Doctor Siefert said, as he opened a cabinet and got out the necessary supplies for their exams and injections.

"I... I beg your pardon?" Karin said, somewhat shocked to hear the doctor speak of Lord Karl as their father. "Lord Karl, he isn't..."

"Yah, yah, that is what you should tell everyone. Good girl," the doctor interrupted. "But me? I know. I am your doctor. Who do you think ran the paternity tests, when you were first brought to us? Your secret is safe with me. I know he is your father, and if you are happy to serve him in bed, this also is fine with me. So long as you are healthy and happy, yah? Now, I inspect you both, to be sure you are not too small to accommodate him, and to see if your hymens remain intact, yah? Off with the panties, and up on the table with you, Miss Karin."

"Ummm, I guess so, yes," Karin replied, as she slipped her panties off and got into position.

"Feet in the stirrups, and knees apart. Yah, just so," Doctor Siefert ordered, as he knelt close and gently spread her labia apart with the fingers of one hand. He sniffed appreciatively, and looked inside with a small flashlight. "Yah, still intact you are, but the hymen is fairly thin, and you are developing nicely. All right, get up, and trade places with your sister."

When the girls had exchanged places, he examined Sandra in the same way. "Ah, I envy your father, and the both of you. A fun time you should have next weekend! You too, the hymen is thin. You both take after your father in this, built big in the hips, even at your age. You should be able to take him with no worries."

"Will the injection hurt?" Sandra asked.

"Not so much, no. You will hardly feel it. Losing your virginity, that will hurt more than keeping you from getting pregnant, yah? And even that should not be bad, for you."

He injected the Norplant in both girl's arms, and then told them "It takes a day or two to be protected, and then you should be safe for five years. You may go now. Unless...?"

"Unless what?" Karin asked.

"Well, some of the maids, they on occasion are nice to me, and I am nice to them, yah? You do not have to, but I would be very happy if you would perhaps show me some of what Lord Karl has already taught you? And I am very good at licking young girls?" He looked at them hopefully, smiling.

Karin looked nervously at Sandra, who nodded just a bit. "Well, I suppose if you really want to lick us..."

They spent the next half hour getting licked to orgasms by the doctor, and then Sandra shyly sucked his cock, until he came in her mouth. As they left, Noah smiled and muttered to himself "Ah! I love this job."

Swiss Mix - Chapter 192

By DoggyStyle57, December 2010

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Feb 9, 2009 (Monday) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern Switzerland

When Karin and Sandra left the doctor's office, they were almost immediately taken in tow by M'Lady Karla. The Senior Maid was fully 6 months pregnant now, and couldn't fit into her maid uniforms at all. But she still ruled the maids as efficiently as ever, walking slowly around the mansion while wearing a white maternity top and black elasticized pants. "Ah! There you are. Very good. Master Karl wants the both of you to go to M'Lady Trixie at once, to be fitted for your new uniforms."

"Yes Ma'am!" the girls said, still smiling dreamily as they recalled the orgasms that Doctor Siefert had given them with nothing more than his tongue.

As soon as they were out of earshot of Karla, Karin leaned close to Sandra and said "I can't believe you really sucked his cock! Ummm, does he taste any different than Master Karl?"

Sandra paused and gave her sister a French Kiss. "Maybe you can still taste him? I think he was a little more bitter than Master Karl, but not bad."

"Hummm, can't tell," Karin said, as they resumed walking. "I guess I'll have to get up the nerve to try it myself some time. He certainly did do a good job of licking us, didn't he?"

"Umm humm. But I think Master Karl is better. Or maybe that's just because... of who he is," Sandra replied, catching herself before saying '... because he's our daddy.'.

They knocked on M'Lady Trixie's door, and the Pomeranian woman quickly took their measurements, had them try on some uniforms that she already had in stock, and made some adjustments to them. "The alterations on these should be ready for you by Wednesday. Come back an hour before dinner on that day, and we'll get the first set to each of you then, and make any last-minute adjustments. You'll get a total of five sets of the uniform, and two pair of shoes. Check in with me on Friday to get anything that isn't ready on Wednesday. It looks like I'll have to order two more pairs of shoes in your size, but you'll definitely be ready to be in uniform for the weekend."

"Oh? Ah... So, Master Karl said... we should..." Karin started uncertainly.

"Well, you don't have to wear the uniform on a daily basis until you officially start serving Master Karl, of course. But as I understand it, you have your birthday this weekend, correct? So any time between your birthday and when we have another opening for Maid trainees, you could possibly start. I believe our Miss Taylor will be departing in May, so certainly at least by then, you'll need your full set of uniforms. But regardless of when you start, Master Karl prefers to have all maids and maid candidates in uniform on Valentine's Day. He makes quite the occasion of it," Trixie replied.

"I guess he would, wouldn't he? With so many girls that love him," Sandra replied. "Ummm, does he do it any differently if his wife shows up? Or is she all right with... all of us?"

"I've never known the Lady Helga to be here for Valentine's Day," Trixie said, frowning slightly. "I suspect she has someone else she prefers to share it with. Or that she just doesn't want to be in an awkward position around us on that day. Really, she hardly spends any time here at all, now that Hans and Heidi have been weaned and are growing up."

"Oh... I hadn't thought of that," Sandra said.

"Don't let her worry you," Trixie said, comfortingly. "She's quite busy in America right now anyway, with that movie they are shooting about her mountain climbing career. At the rate she is going, you might never have to meet her at all."

"Ummm, does Master Karl give Valentine's gifts to you and to your... wife?" Karin asked.

"Why certainly! We're still very good friends, even though Eva and I don't share his bed any more. He never forgets us, or leaves us out. Last year, he gave each of us a very expensive bottle of perfume. The year before that, it was a gift certificate for a weekend together at a spa. It's always something very nice, that the girl will enjoy," Trixie said. "Sometimes we also give him small, token gifts. But it really is neither expected nor required that you do so. Our devoted service to him is the best gift of all. Or so he always says!"

===

Feb 13, 2009 (Friday) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern Switzerland

When they came to get the remainder of their uniforms from M'Lady Trixie on Friday, she had a surprise for them. She handed each of them an additional garment bag, and asked them to open them.

"All right," Karin said, as she unzipped the bag and looked inside. "Oh wow! This is so pretty! Did you make this?" She pulled out a crimson party dress, made of glossy silk. The cut of the dress was similar to the maid uniforms, with a short skirt supported by petticoats. But this had no apron, and it was sleeveless, with a scoop neckline. In the bottom of the bag were white knee-high stockings, and crimson leather shoes.

"Not the shoes or stockings, no. But I did make the dresses. Master Karl said that you were to get that part of your Valentine's gift early, so you can wear them to breakfast tomorrow morning," Trixie said. "Now, you two go hang up your new clothes, and we'll see you soon, all right?"

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Feb 14, 2009 (Saturday) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern Switzerland

On Saturday morning, Karin and Sandra got up early, bathed and washed their hair, and got dressed in their pretty new party dresses.

They went to the dining room and found it beautifully decorated, with flowers on the table, and small gift boxes at each place setting. As each maid arrived, they were greeted at the door by Redd Brushtail and M'Lady Trixie, who pinned a fresh corsage on the dress of every girl. Redd himself had a flower in the buttonhole of his jacket, and was looking very dapper. "Take your places, girls. Master Karl should be arriving any time now," Trixie said.

Lord Karl arrived with Karla Brushtail on one arm, and Taylor Schwartzfield on the other. Karla was still in her maternity outfit, but was carrying a bouquet of roses. Taylor was in her maid's uniform, with a particularly nice corsage on her dress. The maids stood and applauded as the trio entered.

Redd leaned over and whispered to the girls "He normally doesn't make a big thing of who has been with him the night before. You've probably noticed he almost always arrives alone at meal times. But on Valentine's Day, he honors the girls that he woke up with by giving them a formal entrance with him, so everyone knows they started the day sleeping with him. Last year, Miss Molly and Miss Claire had that honor."

Karin looked at Redd, then back at Karla, then back to Redd, still slightly un-nerved by how calmly he took the fact that his own wife was openly sleeping with Master Karl. "Oh..." she said, somewhat at a loss for what else to say. "Ummm, what about the girls he'll be with tonight?"

"That is even more special. At the end of breakfast, he will announce the names of one or two lucky girls that will be his partners for the remainder of the day. Every girl here hopes it will be her," Redd replied. "Again, it's the one time that he openly announces who is getting his favors."

They all sat down to eat, and at the end of the first half of the meal, the girls who were already seated got to open their gifts. Some got dresses, some got perfume. Three younger girls got what looked like music CD's, or perhaps computer games. Karin and Sandra's presents contained a small bottle of perfume, and a silver ear cuff for Karin, and a gold one for Sandra, that could be clipped on the front edge of their ears like an earring, without needing pierced ears. Karin's pendant on her cuff was a rose, and Sandra's was a rainbow, enameled to show the colors.

Then the second half of the meal commenced, and the second batch of girls got to eat, and then get their gifts. As the chatter died down, Lord Karl tapped his spoon on his water goblet, and the room fell silent.

He looked at the assembled maids, and smiled. "So many lovely ladies, so many devoted servants. Truly, I am blessed in having each one of you here with me, today, and every day. Every one of you is loved by me, and I treasure that love. But I am still only one male, and so I can't, as much as I would like to, shower my affection on every one of you this day. Someone must be chosen for that honor, to accept my love not only for themselves, but as I would give it to all of you."

He paused a moment for effect, and several of the maids held their breath. Only Karla and Taylor were relaxed, now standing beside his chair, but since they had already served him this morning, they knew they would not be selected. Then he nodded, and said quietly "Two girls will serve me today. Two very special girls, for it will also be their first service to me. Karin and Sandra Kurtz are my choice, and will be my special Valentines Girls this day. Come to me, my dears."

The other maids and Redd all applauded, though a few of them looked confused, or disappointed. But they all smiled, happy for the chosen ones.

Karin and Sandra slowly got up, and were led by Taylor and Karla to stand at the left and right of Lord Karl's chair.

Lord Karl stood, proposed a toast to the youth and beauty of Miss Karin and Miss Sandra, and with the maids still cheering and congratulating them, he led the girls from the room.

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Once in the hallway, he smiled at them and said "I do hope that wasn't too embarrassing for you? It really is an honor among the maids to serve me on this day, and I wanted them all to know you were chosen for that honor."

"Well... It is pretty embarrassing that you pretty much told them all that we're getting deflowered today, but, wow... Hard to say any man could make more of a special occasion of it," Karin said.

"I'm just happy. I don't care is they got told or not. I mean, when we start serving as maids full time, it's pretty much assumed we'll be sleeping with you, right?" Sandra said, as they stopped at the door of Lord Karl's suite of rooms.

"Eventually, they almost all do, yes. But not necessarily right away," he said with a smile. "Well, are my girls ready for Valentine's Day?"

Karin looked around to be sure they were alone, then said "Yes daddy! Sandra and I are both ready to give you our virginity!"

Sandra nodded in agreement. "Since Karin and I can't be acknowledged as your daughters, we'll live with you as two of your maids, and be your lovers."

"Then let us begin," Karl said, as he opened the doors.

The parlor was decorated with several arrangements of roses, and flower garlands decorated the doorway to the bedroom. They crossed the room and entered the bedroom, where even more red roses were present, as well as a chilled bucket of Champaign, and a desert tray with two small cherry tarts on it.

"Wow... all this... this is for us?" Karin asked.

"Just for you. Karla and Taylor's flowers have been sent to their rooms already," Karl replied.

The girls were stunned. No one had ever bought them flowers before. The room was scented with their fragrance. Karin just stood beside Sandra, holding her sister's hand in hers, and then saying softly "Thank you, Daddy. What do we do first?"

Swiss Mix - Chapter 193

By DoggyStyle57, December 2010

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Feb 14, 2009 (Saturday) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Bern Switzerland

Lord Karl sank to his knees between Karin and Sandra, which put his head roughly at the same height as his two almost ten year old daughters. He hugged them with each arm, giving them a moment to enjoy the floral decorations in the room. "It's pretty, isn't it? Just take a moment to savor the setting."

Karla and Taylor had eagerly helped to prepare the room before breakfast, as their own overnight service ended. The bed was freshly made, and a snow white coverlet and bedding were strewn with red rose petals, plucked from four fresh roses. On each nightstand and dresser and sideboard there was at least one vase with half a dozen red roses in it. The room was lightly perfumed with the scent of the roses, pervasive but not overpowering. Just enough to mask any lingering scents of Karl's previous night and morning of eagerly mating with his daughter Taylor, and her pregnant mother, Karla.

"First, give daddy a kiss, my sweet children," Karl said affectionately. "This day you will learn the full pleasures of being young adults. I am so pleased that you both accepted my offer, and are allowing me to be your first real lover, and your teacher in the arts of love."

Karin embraced her father and kissed her him warmly, her tongue eagerly, if inexpertly, dancing with his. Then Sandra did the same. As she came up for air, she said shyly "I'm a little afraid, since this is our first time. But we trust you, daddy."

Lord Karl smiled at both girls, his hands stroking gently down the silken backs of their dresses, and coming to rest on their bare bottoms, beneath their skirts. "Would you believe that this will be a first for me, as well? Not my first mating, certainly, nor my first time deflowering a young girl. But this will be the first time that I have ever fully mated with a daughter of mine who was a purebred Bernese - one who really looks like she is my own child. And it will be only the second and third times for me to take the virginity of any of my own daughters."

He reached between each girl's legs, brushing their pubes with his fingertips, and eliciting a sigh from each girl. "I took your big sister Taylor's virginity when she was your age, just a few days before her tenth birthday. She is the only one of my children that I ever deflowered. My son Hans took his sister Marie's virginity when she was about a year younger than you are now, and he was roughly your age. She was his first lover, as well. And though I have has some oral sex with my only other purebred daughter, Heidi, she is still a virgin. So you have the special place in my life of being the first of my purebred daughters who I will have had vaginal sex with."

"But why the bedding is white today? Won't we ruin it?" Sandra asked. "I mean... when we... well, won't the blood stain the bedding, when we do it? The Doctor said we'd bleed when we do it. Will there... will there be a lot of blood?"

"Yes, the coverlet and sheets will probably be permanently stained with your virginal blood, but that is all right. I want the bedding to show any traces of your virginal blood, as a sort of a keepsake, if you will. But there probably won't be very much blood. The hymen is a fairly small bit of tissue, and tearing it doesn't usually produce more than a tablespoon full of blood, before it stops bleeding freely," Lord Karl said.

"Should we take our nice new dresses off first, so they won't get stained?" Karin asked.

"Yes, let me undress you now, and then you can undress me," Karl replied. He unzipped both girl's dresses and pulled them off over their heads, laying them neatly on a chair, and then removed their shoes and knee socks. Then the girls undressed him, carefully placing his clothes on a second chair, next to their own.

Once they were all in the fur, he helped them both up onto the bed, and knelt again between them, kissing Sandra passionately, and then kissing Karin. Though the girls were not identical twins, they were still so close in appearance that he had to look carefully to notice the slight differences in their markings, or that Sandra was just a bit smaller and heavier than her littermate sister.

"I'll lick each of you first," he said, as he laid them down beside each other, with their heads on the pillows. "If I have you very aroused when I penetrate you, it will be easier for you."

The girls held hands with each other, as Karl started licking Karin to an orgasm. He savored the taste of his still virginal daughter, knowing her taste would change slightly once she had been deflowered, and was responding fully as a young woman.

Karin soon was panting heavily and arching her back, as her father sent her over the top with his eager licking. "Ohhhh, that was wonderful, daddy!" She said, as her father moved to start licking at Sandra's virginal slit.

"Ohhh, you're so good at that!" Sandra exclaimed. "Keep that up, daddy! Oh, you make me feel so good!"

After Sandra was panting with her own orgasm, Karl knelt on the bed and asked "Have you decided which of you will go first?"

"I will, Daddy," Karin said. "I'm oldest, if only by a few minutes. And I usually go first when we try something new, or someone dares us to do something."

Karl moved Karin's tail to one side, as he positioned himself between her slender legs, and raised her feet up with each hand, so she was making a wide "V" with her legs. His cock was quite stiff already, though not yet close to knotting, as he placed the tip between the folds of her pubes, and gently slipped just the first half inch of the tapered tip of his shaft into her vagina. "How is that, so far?" He asked.

"It's okay. Feels a lot bigger than when I slip a finger tip in there, but it doesn't hurt yet. Go on, Daddy," Karin replied nervously.

He pushed in a little further, marveling at how tight and hot this sweet little girl was. As he felt his tip meeting the resistance of her hymen, he paused again. "All right. This next part will be where it hurts. Just try to relax as much as you can, sweetheart."

"It's okay, daddy. Feels awfully big, but I... YIPE!" She yelped as her father thrust through her barrier without warning. "Ohhhh! That did smart! Was that it? Oweeee! It's like you jabbed me with a small knife!"

"That was your cherry, yes. I'm most of the way into you now, and about as deep as I dare go on your first time. My tip is pushing against your cervix. I'll pause a bit here while you recover. It will feel better really soon, I promise."

"Y-you mean it won't all fit? What's wrong? Y-you get all of it into Pamela, but she's just as young and small as we are!" Karin asked, blinking back tears. "It feels so big in there! But the pain's going away."

Karl withdrew about 3/4 of his length and looked at the blood-smeared shaft of his cock. "Get used to having a male fully inside your vagina, first sweetheart. To go in all the way, I'll have to poke through another tight ring of muscle, into your womb. We can work up to that gradually, and there are other positions that work better for that." He started pumping his hips, laying atop young Karin and holding her legs up so her knees were almost against her shoulders, and kissing her gently as he started fucking the little girl for the first time.

"Mummm, still sore, but that does feel pretty good. Ohhhh! Yeah, keep that up, daddy! Umm humm! That does feel good!" Karin started panting enthusiastically as the sensations of her first-ever vaginal orgasm started to build.

Sandra just stared at her sister and her father, holding tightly on to her sister's hand, and noting the slight acrid tang of blood in the air. "D-does it still hurt, Karin?"

"Oh, not much now, sis! Hey, it was worth it! This is great! I can't even describe what it's like to feel him so deep inside me! But that really good feeling like when he licks us is building again, and feels like a really strong one coming!" Karin said, smiling at her sister with almost insane glee.

"Can't hold off much longer sweetheart," Karl said, as his own climax neared. "Just go with the flow, and enjoy the ride. Daddy's going to fill you for the first time ever!" He growled and ducked his head down as his orgasm hit, and his hot seed started spurting into his little girl's vagina.

"Wow! I can feel it, daddy! I can feel it spurting inside meeeee! Wooo!" She closed her eyes as her orgasm washed over her, temporarily incapable of rational responses.

Karl's knot was fully engorged, and bumping against Karin's pubes with every thrust, as the mixed cum and virginal blood made a pink-tinged foamy mess of her pubic fur. He kissed Karin again, then slowly raised up onto his knees, still stuck deep within her, and supporting her hips with both hands. He slammed his shaft in and out, driving Karin to another orgasm, before slowly allowing his shaft to slip free of her and deflate.

"Wow... you really did it, sis. You let daddy fuck you, for real." Sandra moved closer, and got her nose almost to her sister's sopping wet cunny, when she noticed that her father was now pointing his shaft at her muzzle. She hesitated for only a moment before taking his shaft into her mouth and sucking him clean.

"Taste your sister on me, and then taste her directly," Karl said. "She will never have that combination of tastes again."

"All right, daddy," Sandra said, as she knelt and started lapping at her sister's messy slit.

Karl moved behind Sandra, his knot now deflated, but his shaft already hardening as he watched his daughter cleaning her sister's freshly fucked and no longer virginal cunny. "Let me take you now, while you lick your sister," he said, as he placed the tip of his cock at Sandra's virginal slit.

Sandra raised her tail, still lapping at the intriguing mix of tastes in her sister's most private spot, and hoping that it would distract her as her father broke her cherry. "Do it, daddy! Fuck me too!"

Sandra was sopping wet as her father's tip entered her tight little vagina. Karl sighed as he eased in all the way to her hymen, and then took the girl with a single, rapid thrust that impaled her all the way to her cervix. "There! It's in, sweetheart."

"YIP! Oh my God, daddy! Oh, it hurts, but it feels good, too. Just do it, daddy! Fill me up too!" Sandra wailed, before ducking back down to lick at her sister.

Karl started slowly, thrusting in and out while looking at the fresh blood on his shaft, and the two irregular, red stains on the coverlet. Like her sister, she was too small to take his knot. The tip of his cock was hitting her tightly-closed cervix before his knot could even enter the little girl. "There's my girl! You're both so good!"

"S-see sis? I told ya it was good. Isn't it a wonderful feeling, to have daddy's cock all the way inside you?" Karin asked. She was approaching another orgasm herself as her sister's licking drove her wild.

"Yeah, it... wow, it's really something..." Sandra laid a hand on her tummy, and laughed. "Ha! I can feel daddy's cock pushing at my tummy! Put your hand on my belly, Karin! You can feel it, like a baby kicking inside me already!"

Karin placed a paw on her sister's belly, and smiled. "Yep! I feel daddy's cock through your tummy, every time he thrusts into you. That's wild."

Soon all three were having an orgasm again, as Karl spilled a load of cream into Sandra's belly, and Sandra and Karin both climaxed together. When he pulled free, Karin took her turn to lick her father clean, then eagerly dove on her sister's snatch to return the favor, and lick Sandra to an orgasm. Karl took time to lap at each of the girls himself, tasting his seed and their virginal blood comingled.

When they were all sated for that round, Karl looked over at the chilled Champaign. "Have either of you ever had Champaign before?" He asked.

"Just a sip," Karin replied. "Mom let both of us try a sip on New Years, the year before she..." her voice faded off sadly.

"Well, I think you each deserve a glass today," Karl said, as he got up and poured three glasses. He brought them to the girls, and sat on the bed with him. "A toast! To my lovely daughters, now my lovers. And... to the memory of your dear mother, who shares in our love, as we remember her. I only wish she would have told me about you sooner, so I could have tried to bring all of you here, to take care of you all."

"To us, and to Mom!" Karin said. "I guess this is what she intended, when she sent us to you."

"To us, and to Mom!" Sandra said. "Yeah, she knew what the maid program was. And she didn't ask daddy to treat us any differently. I think she wanted this to happen, too. And I'm glad she did it. I think we'll be very happy here, like this."

"So do I," Karin said, as she sipped at her Champaign. She wrinkled her nose and giggled. "This stuff tickles!"

"I think this is what she wanted, too," Karl said. "And I am glad it happened. I love you both, and want to share my life with you, for as long as you want to stay with me."

Swiss Mix - Chapter 194

By DoggyStyle57, December 2010

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Feb 14, 2009 (Saturday) - Pouncefield

Edna awoke to the sound of thunder. She looked sleepily around her bedroom, hearing the insistent patter of a driving rain against her window. Dawn had apparently already come and gone, but the dark thunderclouds and pouring rain made it look like pre-dawn or twilight outside. She frowned, because she had hoped to go out and celebrate Valentine's Day with some of her friends. With this rain, she'd need to get her mother to give her a ride, instead of using her bike.

"What time is it?" she asked herself. She looked and saw that her clock was flashing 12:00. The power had failed some time during the night. Probably still pretty early, but it was hard to tell what time it really was. The little vixen got out of bed, and turned on her lamp. They had power now, it seemed.

A crunching sound from the driveway got her attention. She went to the window and peered out through the rain-streaked glass. Her mother's car was pulling out of the driveway and onto the street.

Edna paused and wondered why her mother would be going anywhere so early on a weekend. But then she remembered that at dinner the night before, her father had mentioned that he was going to have to work this Saturday. He had been asked to work on some special project at the studio, that they were paying triple-overtime for, and he should be back again in time for dinner. Mrs. Foxx must be driving her husband to work, since his car was in the shop, and he wouldn't want to take a bus in this weather, or to leave the family without a car all day on a weekend.

Edna heard the shower start running in her bathroom, and she smiled wickedly. That meant she and her dear brother, Edward, would be alone for at least an hour! She went to the bathroom door and tried the knob. Of course, it was locked. Her bashful brother didn't like her peeping at him while he showered.

That wouldn't stop Edna, though. Not today! She got a small screwdriver from her nightstand, and inserted it into the little hole in the center of the doorknob. A simple twist unlocked the safety latch, and she silently opened the door a crack to peep inside. She was rewarded with a beautiful view of a male fox's rump and balls, pressed against the steam-fogged glass shower door, as he bent over and washed his tail fur, holding his tail to one side, over the middle of the tub.

Edna reached a hand into her panties and fantasized about her brother, stroking her slit and wishing she could join him in the shower. The fox stood and stepped away from the glass door, washing his hair and ears now, humming tunelessly. She could only see a blurred outline now. Then, as he rinsed his hair off, he turned sideways, and Edna saw him do something she had never caught her brother doing before. He was stroking himself off! She couldn't see him very clearly, but the shadowy shape on the shower door clearly showed he was playing with his cock, and getting quite hard!

Edna stared in fascination, and was so enraptured that she almost got caught, as the showering fox turned off the water, started to open the glass door, and reached out for a towel to dry off with. She quickly shut the bathroom door so he wouldn't see her.

But Edna couldn't resist trying for a clearer view of her brother with a stiffy! She opened the door a crack, and gasped softly. There he was, standing by the toilet and bent over, head pointing toward her and facing the floor, with a towel covering his head as he dried his hair and ears. And she could clearly see that his cock was still stiff, and dangling enticingly between his legs!

Edna just couldn't resist the temptation. She rushed into the room and slid to her knees in front of the startled male fox, gasping "Please, don't stop me!", before engulfing his cock with her mouth to the root, and starting to suck him off for all that she was worth.

The fox grabbed the little vixen's head with both hands, and Edna was certain her brother was going to roughly push her away. But instead... he paused... then he moaned softly, and slowly started muzzle fucking her!

Edna glanced upward briefly, but her brother's head was still hooded with the towel, and back-lit, so she couldn't see the expression on his face. She closed her eyes and concentrated on proving to her brother that she could give him as good a blow job as any of the other girls at school.

After just a few minutes of his fucking her face with increasing eagerness, Edna was rewarded with spurt after spurt of creamy fox seed flooding her young mouth. She eagerly swallowed every last drop, as the fox leaning over her moaned appreciatively. As his shaft began to wilt, she swallowed a last mouthful, looked at his feet shyly, and said "I hope you enjoyed my Valentine's Day gift, big brother!"

The fox leaning over her patted her head affectionately, and stood up straight, the towel falling at his feet. Then he said, in a very serious voice "I have to admit, it certainly was too wonderful for me to resist. But you have some real explaining to do, young lady!"

Edna's head snapped up, eyes wide and startled, as she stared at the fox she had just sucked off. "EEEP! DADDY? Ohmigod! I thought you were... I mean, I didn't know it was you! What are you doing in our bathroom? I thought you already went to work!"

"You thought I was who? Your brother? The shower head in our bathroom is broken," Edna's father said. "Your brother and your mother went to the mall to get flowers and a card for his date with Laura this afternoon, before they get sold out, and to get a replacement shower head. Your mother will take me to work when they get back. I don't need to be at the studio until ten, so I was getting a shower in your bathroom, while they ran their errands. And I could have sworn I locked that door. Now tell me, how long have you been having sex with your brother?"

"We haven't! We didn't! Oh, gods, but WE just did! Mom's gonna kill me!" Edna wailed, terrified. Her father and her brother had almost identical fur markings, and the main way to tell them apart was that daddy had a deeper voice, was 9 inches taller and a little more muscular than Edward, and unlike his son, daddy didn't wear glasses. None of which had been obvious through a fogged shower door, or with him bent over and with a towel covering his head!

"She'll kill both of us, or at the very least have you spayed and me neutered, IF she finds out that you did this, and IF she finds out that I didn't have the will power to stop you as soon as you started. But I'm certainly not going to tell her. Are you?" Mr. Foxx said.

"N-no, daddy! Ummm, you're not too furious at me, I hope?" Edna said, relaxing just a little.

"Well, I can't say that I am pleased that you were trying to seduce your brother. But I can't say it was entirely unexpected, either. I know you're precocious, and I've suspected for the last year or so that you were becoming sexually active with your friends, even if I didn't want to see it. In fact, it is one of two reasons why I accepted the new job here and moved us to Pouncefield. I knew what Pouncefield was like, and I hoped you'd get into less trouble here than back home, if you got caught sleeping around," her father said, taking a seat on the closed toilet and looking seriously at his daughter. He didn't bother to try to cover himself. What was the point in that, after what they had just done with each other? "I just hope that you can forgive me, sweetheart, for allowing you to do that with me, when I could have stopped you."

"Umm, well... It wasn't what I planned, for sure!" Edna said. "And I really hadn't ever thought of, you know... I mean, I figured there was no way that you, or mommy, would think it was okay for me to have sex with my brother, let alone with either of you! But... well... you're not the oldest guy I've done stuff with, daddy. And I do know other people here who are happy doing incest. So I don't really mind that I did that with you. As long as I don't get into trouble for it."

"Well, no normal father ever expects to find out first-hand that his daughter is a good cock sucker. Nor do most fathers ever readily want to admit that their little girl has lost her innocence, and is becoming a young woman. But clearly that has happened. How many boys have you slept with? Are you taking precautions to not get pregnant?" her father asked.

"Ummm, well, I haven't really been keeping score, daddy. I can't tell you an exact number. Most of my male school friends, and a few of the girls, too. And a couple of grown-up men, too. But I am careful, most of the time. I know when my period is, and when I'm fertile. I try not to let them cum inside me when I'm fertile," Edna said. "Most of the boys are okay with using a condom or foam. Some, like Hans, even insist on it, when they find out I'm not on birth control myself yet."

"Well, I suppose we should get you on the Pill, shouldn't we? Though that may be hard to keep from your mother. And you might have trouble with the Pill, yourself. It made your mother have bad mood swings, and she had to stop using it," her father said.

"Daddy? Ummm, you said that my being... sexy, or whatever... was one of two reasons we moved here. What was the other? And why were you masturbating in our shower?" Edna asked.

Mr. Foxx looked embarrassed. "Well... I was sort of hoping it might make your mother feel more frisky. Don't get me wrong! I love your mom, and she loves me, and we do have good sex. But... well, after you were born, she didn't want to have a third child. She doesn't do well on the pill, as I said, and I don't like using a condom, or the way she tastes when she uses a foam contraceptive. So she only lets me mate with her when... she's certain she isn't fertile. As for masturbating, well, I was getting horny, and was thinking about... well, never you mind that part. I wasn't thinking about you, if that was what you were wondering. Just... something else."

"Daddy?" Edna said with a hopeful smile. "I think one of my friends may be able to help with both our problems! You remember Hans Bernerholdt, the rich boy from Switzerland? The girls in his household use something they call Norplant, that lasts for 5 years. He can get it back home, but they don't sell it here. He already told me he'll get it for me, for free, even, if it's okay with you. He could get it for mommy, too."

"Well, maybe I can talk to him about that," her father said. "But for right now, what do we do about what just happened?"

"About what, daddy? We just had a nice, open and honest father-daughter talk about sex, right? And I admitted that I'm sexually active with some school friends, and we agreed I need birth control. That's all that happened, isn't it?" Edna said.

Her father nodded. "That's probably the best, yes. It would be too dangerous for us to do any more. And to be honest, I really don't want to mate with anyone but your mother. I love her, and would never want to hurt her."

Edna decided to try to push her luck. "And what about me, and Edward? I love my brother, and I would do it with him, if he'd let me. But he doesn't want to."

"That is something you'll have to resolve with him, directly, my daughter. I can't give it my blessing, especially if he doesn't want to do it. But... if both of you do something willingly, because you love each other, and he doesn't get you pregnant... I guess I can look the other way," he said.

Edna hugged her father. "Thank you, daddy! I should be seeing Hans later today, and I'll talk to him about it." She kissed him on the mouth and added "And maybe, once you can't get me pregnant... maybe another 'accident' might happen, between the two of us? When it seems safe to do it, of course. I wouldn't mind, daddy, because I love you."

Swiss Mix - Chapter 195

By DoggyStyle57, January 2011

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Feb 14, 2009 (Saturday) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

As usual, Hans awakened to the pleasant sensation of his youngest sister, Heidi, happily suckling on his cock. But for a change, he didn't allow the puppy to take her task to completion. "Thanks, short stuff! But we have a busy day today, and no time for our usual pleasures. Crawl up this way, and I'll take all four of you over the top with me."

"All right, big brother!" Heidi said. She knew she'd get lots more loving before the day was out, so making the morning a 'quickie' was okay with her.

"All of us, Hans?" his cheerleader friend Hazel asked, looking at Marie and Cheri, who were also in the bed with them. "How is one boy, even one as sexy and great in bed as you are, going to take care of all four of us at once?"

"I'll show you," Hans said with a smile. "Hazel, since you only get to sleep with us once a week, you'll get to ride my cock, cowgirl fashion. Heidi already has me nice and hard, so mount up!" He kissed his sister Marie, who was laying snuggled against his right side, and her mother Cheri, who was snuggled to Hans' left, and told them "You two kneel beside my hips, one on each side of Hazel, and facing the head of the bed. I'll use my hands to get you both off this morning. Heidi? You straddle my muzzle, for a good licking!"

Soon all 4 girls were in place, with Heidi facing the other three girls. Hazel started grinding her hips and bouncing up and down on Hans' shaft, while Hans stuffed two fingers of his right hand into Marie's cunny, and three from his left into Cheri's, and licked at Heidi's virginal slit at the same time. The Bernese boy was very skilled, and held off his own release until all four of his girls were happily moaning with their orgasms. Then he allowed himself to flood little Hazel's tight slit with his creamy load.

After they disentangled themselves, they all shared a shower, washing each other's hair and using the fur dryer together, then combing and setting everyone's hair carefully, before getting dressed in street clothes and going down to breakfast.

Phil and Bridget met them in the kitchen, with breakfast already prepared and on the table. The family ate quickly, as they discussed the details of the plans for the day, and the girls all smiled and giggled happily.

When they were done eating, Cheri took Bridget away with her, saying "We shall meet you there, children! Do not be late, and do not forget your clothing bags!"

"We won't forget, Miss Cheri! We've been planning and rehearsing this for weeks, after all!" Hans said. "And Phil's driving the rest of us there, so I know we won't be late. He wouldn't dare be late for this day!"

Bridget gave her brother Phil one last kiss, and smiled. "I think this will be fun. Even if some parts won't be 'real'. Let's do this, my love."

Phil kissed her warmly, but looked doubtfully out at the rainclouds that were just starting to clear. "Not a very pleasant looking morning, but we'll be indoors the whole time, so I guess it doesn't matter, does it? See you there!"

===

Feb 14, 2009 (Saturday) - On the expressway, Pouncefield

Ruby Foxx drove her sedan through the rain as she took her husband to the movie studio. "You seem very quiet this morning, Krezz. Is everything okay at work dear?"

"Oh, it's fine, Ruby! Just fine!" Mister Foxx replied to his wife. "I'm sorry they called me in to work on Valentine's day, is all. But the extra pay will be worth he inconvenience, and I'll take us out to dinner when I'm done." In truth, Krezz was still quite distracted by the incident this morning with his daughter, Edna. He still couldn't quite believe that his own little girl had given him a blow job this morning, or that he had allowed her to complete it! He looked guiltily at his wife, who he had never intended 'cheating' on, least of all with their daughter! It wasn't made any better by the revelation that his daughter's intent had been to give that oral loving to her own big brother, Edward.

"What are they needing you for, anyway?" Ruby asked. "I didn't think the studio had any documentaries scheduled this week."

"Huh? Oh, well, they don't. No, this is some special project," Krezz explained. "Someone called and reserved three studio sets and a camera crew and half a dozen studio actors to do some sort of... personal project. I'll be helping with lights, as well as doing a non-speaking walk-on role in one scene. The studio thought it was a good deal, since the sets and crew weren't in use this weekend anyway. But being a holiday, they had a little trouble scraping together enough actors for the bit parts."

Strictly speaking, what Krezz told his wife was true. What he didn't tell her, and was too embarrassed to mention, was that the last set of scenes in this particular 'documentary' would be of an x-rated nature...

"Well, that's fine, dear," Ruby said. "The children each have their own plans for the day anyway, and I think I'll relax in a bubble bath while you're all out of the house." They had already dropped Edward and Laura off at the Pouncefield mall for their 'movie and lunch' date, and on the way home she would be dropping Edna off at one of her schoolmate's homes, to play for the day with her friends.

Edna was in the back seat, listening to music with headphones, and not paying much attention to her parents. She was also thinking back on her mistakenly sucking off her daddy this morning. She could still faintly taste his seed in her mouth. She loved her daddy, but hadn't intended to do THAT with him. Her big brother was another matter, and she was still trying to figure out a way to get the fox of her dreams into her bed.

Edna wasn't quite certain what her day was going to include. All she knew was she was asked to wear a pretty party dress, and was told there would be lots of fun with her friends that day.

They pulled off the expressway and into the parking lot at Faux Pas Studios, leaving Mister Foxx off at Studio 8. He kissed his wife and daughter goodbye with a quick peck on the cheek for each, then opened the door, popped open his umbrella, and hurried inside.

===

Ten minutes later, Ruby was driving through a very upscale neighborhood, on the ridge above Saint Lovejoy's school. "My! Such fancy homes. This is where your friends Hans and Heidi live? I know you said they had a nice place, but I never imagined!"

"Through that next gate on the right, mom!" Edna said. "That's the place! Just let me off in front."

"All right dear. Now, you be on your best behavior! People with homes like this expect their children to be little ladies and gentlemen, I imagine. Will you call me when you need a ride home?" her mother asked, as she pulled into the driveway and under the covered entry circle.

"No need, mom! Their Housekeeper, Miss Cheri, will give me a ride home when we're done. There she is now, at the front door! Bye mom! I gotta scoot!" Edna said, as she hopped out of the car and darted inside.

"My little social butterfly," Ruby said with a sigh. "They grow up so fast."

===

Inside studio 8, Krezz walked through what looked like a sunlit rose garden, and into another area that looked like a small country chapel, except that certain areas were draped in flat blue cloth screens, so what was being filmed today could be combined by the studio with stock footage of a church full of wedding guests. Only the first rank of pews was partially uncovered, where some live actors and actresses would be seated.

Going through a door that should have led to the minister's study, he entered the dressing trailers and started getting into the tuxedo that was waiting for him. For the first scene, he was to play one of the groom's Men, standing right next to the actor that was to play the Best Man. It was a simple enough part, with no speaking role. He just had to walk in behind the groom, and form a line at the altar, stand there in a tuxedo while the actor playing the minister performed a wedding ceremony, and then turn and face the pews after the bride and groom kissed, while still photos were taken.

He hadn't seen the scripts for the later scenes, though he did have the lighting directions. There would be a brief scene in the "garden", with the bride tossing the bouquet, and then they would change sets, and film the young couple's arrival in their hotel room for a graphic portrayal of their 'honeymoon night', as well as a second scene of a wild party among the bridesmaids and groom's men. He had declined the invitation to participate in that last scene, though he would work the lights while it was filmed.

He had never been on-set when an x-rated scene was filmed. He knew the studio had units that created films of all ratings, but his own work was primarily with documentaries and drama films. He only had been called in for this job because the studio was short-handed for people to work this particular weekend. His trousers bulged uncomfortably as he considered what he might witness while those later scenes were filmed.

===

Almost as soon as Edna arrived at Bernerholdt Mansion, she saw Miss Cheri and Miss Bridget driving away in Cheri's little sedan. Shortly after that, everyone else got into a minivan, and Mister Phil took the wheel.

The kids chattered happily together as they drove across town. "So, what church will this be held at, Hans?" Edna asked.

"Well, it won't be at a real church, actually. We wanted to use the same crew to do the entire production, so we're doing it on a movie studio lot," Hans replied.

"Oh? Wow, that's... wait, my daddy works for a movie studio, an' he's working today. Which studio are you using?" Edna asked.

Phil was just pulling off the expressway into a familiar looking area as he said. "This is the place. Faux Pas Studios. We're to go to studio 8. I wonder where that is."

"Take the second right. It's a blue building," Edna said sullenly. "This is where my daddy works, and mom just dropped him off at the same studio, before taking me to you."

"Uh oh..." Hans said. "Ummm, if that might be a problem for you, we can have Hazel take your role, Edna."

"Ummm, no, I think it will be okay. At least for the first part. But I'd better talk to daddy before the last scenes," Edna said. "You should talk to him too, Hans. I'll explain later, when we have a break."

They went inside, and found Ashley, Cynthia and Pokeinfo waiting in the studio, all dressed in their nicest clothes, like they were going to be attending a wedding.

Ashley and Cynthia hugged everyone as they arrived, while Hans and Pokeinfo talked to a studio staff member and decided where they all needed to go.

"Edna? Are you all right hun? You look a little ill," Ashley asked.

"Ummm, I'm all right. I, ah... think it's something I ate this morning, that's all," Edna said. "Or maybe just stage fright. I'm not used to being filmed, when I... you know..."

Swiss Mix - Chapter 196

By DoggyStyle57, January 2011

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Feb 14, 2009 (Saturday) - Faux Pas Studios, Pouncefield

Before filming started, the film crew and actors met to discuss the final details, and to make sure all of them had signed the non-disclosure agreement required by the client. "Just a few reminders and some paperwork, before we begin," said the director. "This will be a private production. The studio won't even be keeping a copy of the finished film. All copies of what we shoot today, even the cutting room clippings, are to be given to the client. So in addition to our normal NDA for in-production work, the agreement you're all signing today states you are not to discuss this project with anyone else, even after the work is done. Understood?"

"It won't be released at all? Why hire us, then? Why not use a real church, and real hotel rooms?" asked a timber wolf actor who was already dressed like a minister, with small round-lens glasses perched on his muzzle.

"The couple who will be the bride and groom had a civil ceremony several years back, but never had a nice chapel wedding, or a proper honeymoon. The client is their employer, and wants to give them that experience, with the video and still photos to keep as a remembrance," answered the director. "And while they have our pro crew available and willing to shoot x-rated content, the client and several friends want to film their own little party, for the client's private collection. By hiring our studios, we can give them the whole package, from the chapel wedding to the orgy, with as few people involved as possible."

"All right," replied the timber wolf. "As long as they realize that they aren't getting a legal wedding ceremony as part of this. I just play the part of a minister. I'm not ordained, even for civil ceremonies."

"That is fully understood," the director replied.

The director collected the signed NDA agreements, and passed out another set of forms. "For those of you who perform regularly with our DarkPaw unit, you're familiar with this next set of forms. It's a release to participate in the making of an adult-rated project. Even for those of you who will remain behind the camera, or who have entirely G-rated roles, you have to sign the first three sections of the contract. The actors who will actually strip and have sexual contact with each other or with the client's participants have to also sign sections 4 and 5, and have a currently clean health certificate on file, dated in the last week. Have any of you not worked on a DarkPaw production before?"

The grey timber wolf again raised his hand. "I'm only in the wedding scene, so I guess it doesn't apply to me. I'll be off-set as soon as my scene is done, and before the racy material begins."

"Correct. Just remember that the NDA you already signed prohibits you telling anyone who was in the cast for the x-rated scenes," the director replied.

Krezz raised his hand as well. "Never done that, no. I guess I don't mind running lights or sound. But as I told you earlier, I'll have to pass on being on stage to participate in sex scenes. I'm a married man, after all."

"Yes, and I'm sorry about that, Krezz. I wouldn't have even asked you to work this crew, but the actor we originally hired for your part in the wedding scene failed his health check, and won't be able to act in an adult scene until his doctor gives him a clean bill of health. And since you can do double-duty on the technical crew, working lights or sound, that's one less crew member we have to involve. Just the first three sections for you then. Says you agree to be part of the crew, that you won't raise a fuss about what anyone else does on set, and you won't talk about who did what later."

"What about the client? We're to be doing x-rated scenes with amateurs?" asked a handsome golden retriever in his mid 20's, who had been selected to play the Best Man. He and an older Golden Retriever, who would be playing the father of the bride, were both also well-known as stars in the porn industry.

"They also have an NDA regarding the production, Stan, and had to submit to the same health checks that all DarkPaw actors go through. All are clean and healthy, and all the ones that will be in the X-rated scenes are sexually experienced. A few of them do seem to be rather young, but the client is paying us well enough to overlook that, and as I said, copies of this will not be distributed to anyone but the client. If young participants bother any of you, speak up now, or later, if you see anyone you feel is too young for your tastes. The script for the sex scenes is loose enough that any of you can drop, as Krezz just did, if you object to the other participants for any reason."

===

At the same time, a similar meeting was being held with the unit film crew lead and Hans and his friends. She was a grey bunny named Donna, wearing a businesslike dark grey blazer and slacks.

"All right, you've all signed the forms and releases. Most of you don't have specific speaking roles, so this should be pretty easy. Just act like you're at a normal wedding. Try to ignore all the blue-draped areas. We'll fill in other participants there, with editing tricks, so it looks like the wedding is well-attended. Any questions?"

Edna raised a hand. "Umm, who will be in the sex scenes, other than us?"

"The professional cast are listed on page 7 of the NDA paperwork, in front of you, miss. Worried about doing a scene with older males?" Donna asked.

"Not in general, no. Just one in particular," Edna said, as she looked over the list. "I don't see his name as listed in the cast for that scene, so I guess... That will be after the lunch break, right?"

"Yes, we'll film it in chronological order, to be less confusing," Donna replied.

"These other actors, they are all pros in porn films? Ohhh, that should be interesting!" Cynthia said.

"Humph. But no porn actresses for us guys, I see," Pokeinfo groused.

"That was because we had plenty of lovely ladies in our own group," Hans explained. "But we needed at least two adult males for the wedding scene, and were short on males for the party scene. So why not let the girls have a thrill and play with a porn star, just this once?"

"Come on now, sweetie! Don't be jealous!" Cynthia cooed, cuddling next to her boyfriend. "You know I'm always your hunny bunny!"

"Oh, I'm not jealous, Cyn-a-bun. Except that it would have been fun to get in the sack with a starlet like Babs Morgan or Trixie Cervall, just this once," Pokeinfo said, kissing Cynthia.

"Any other questions? No? Then let's go make magic!" Donna said, as she led them to the set.

===

For the wedding scene, Phil Connors walked up the aisle, followed by the Golden Retriever actor named Stan, then Krezz Foxx, then Pokeinfo, and then Hans. They joined the friendly looking timber wolf 'minister' who was waiting at the altar, and lined up to one side.

Then the bridesmaids entered. Cynthia, Ashley, Cheri, Marie, and Hazel came up the aisle, and took their places on the other side of the altar, leaving room for the bride.

Then the processional music started. All eyes turned to the back of the chapel. Heidi and Edna served as flower girls, strewing rose petals as they walked down the aisle.

Krezz blinked as he saw Edna enter. He had recognized that some of these young people were her classmates from Saint Lovejoys, but he hadn't expected her here at all! His mind was racing as he wondered if she was going to be in that final orgy scene, and was eternally grateful that he had already opted out of it! Then his attention was taken by the entrance of the bride.

Behind them, Bridget entered, escorted by a male golden retriever named Harold, who looked quite believable as her father, but who wasn't. Her wedding gown was beautiful, all white lace and with a flowing train behind her. She looked absolutely radiant, though her lace veil hid her face above the muzzle, as she approached.

The older actor presented the bride to the minister, and took his seat in the front pew, with Edna and Heidi, as the ceremony began.

The ceremony itself was a pretty one, though simple, with the traditional exchanges of vows and rings, and the passionate kiss as they were pronounced man and wife. The wedding party posed for still photos after the ceremony, in various groupings, just as in a real reception. Krezz lost track of Edna in the shuffle.

Another brief scene was shot in the 'garden reception', where the blushing bride threw her bouquet to her bridesmaids, and it was caught by Cynthia, much to Pokeinfo's discomfort. Cynthia snuggled against her boyfriend and teased him with the flowers. "You know, traditionally, this means I'm the next one among the bridesmaids to get married."

"Uh, yeah, sure," Pokeinfo said. "But this is all make believe, too."

===

After a very short break, the crew moved to a set that was done up as a luxurious honeymoon suite. On scene, Phil carried Bridget across the threshold, tipped the bellboy (who conveniently remained off-camera in the hallway), and as the door closed, they kissed passionately.

Hans and his friends had a fine view of the honeymoon scene, as a digital auxiliary camera attached to each camera station transmitted a live signal to a wide-screen TV in the waiting room next door to the set where they were gathered. They even got a split screen view when multiple camera angles were being filmed.

"Beautiful couple, aren't they?" Hans remarked, while hugging Marie on one side, and Hazel on the other.

Heidi was on the floor between her brother's legs, and she really wanted to turn around, unzip his fly, and suck on him some more. But she looked nervously at Pokeinfo and Cynthia, who didn't yet know she was having sex with her brother, and sighed. "Yeah. They're havin' a lot of fun, huh?"

"Cheer up, short stuff," Hans said, patting his little sister on the head. "There will be more fun later this evening, when we get home, okay?"

===

In the lighting booth, Krezz was split between doing his job; staring as the bride slowly sank to her knees, raised her veil, and started sucking her husband's cock; and wondering where in hell his daughter was now, and what she had gotten herself into. He wanted desperately to seek her out, but he couldn't do so until the honeymoon scene was done. He adjusted the lights as they changed camera angles, uncomfortably rubbing the bulge in his pants as he watched the 'bride' swallowing her husband's seed.

===

Phil and Bridget ignored the cameras and production crew, which were fairly well concealed on this set anyway, and were aware only of each other, and their passions, as Phil slowly, seductively stripped Bridget out of her wedding gown, and she did the same for his tuxedo. Then they sank onto the huge, downy bed and made love with an intensity that surprised both of them.

"I love you, Mr. Phil Connors, my beloved husband," Bridget whispered between kisses.

"And I love you, Mrs. Bridget Connors, my beautiful wife," Phil replied, as he entered her.

===

Lunch was a rather late affair. Phil and Bridget had been in no hurry to end their love scene, and Phil had shown quite a bit of stamina. But eventually the cast and film crew gathered at the catering tables, and loaded their plates with food.

"That was wonderful, Hans. Thank you so much," Bridget said, kissing her employer.

"It was my pleasure," Hans said. "Now, could impose on the two of you to watch over Heidi while we do the last scene? The studio's fine with the rest of us, but she's too young for them to turn a blind eye to."

"Certainly, Master," Bridget replied. "Now, you go have some fun, as well."

But two people weren't to be seen in the catering area. At least not at the same time. Edna and her father were seeking each other, but kept missing each other. When Edna was looking in the lighting booth, her father was at the catering tables. When Krezz looked on set, Edna had gone out the other side, seeking a quick lunch.

Before they could connect with each other, a bell rang, and the studio staff got everyone to take their places for the final scenes. It was time for the wedding party orgy.

Swiss Mix - Chapter 197

By DoggyStyle57, January 2011

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Feb 14, 2009 (Saturday) - Faux Pas Studios, Pouncefield

Hans and his friends met with the two professional actors in a room adjacent to the set for the final scene. All were dressed as they had been for the wedding, and the loose scenario that had been established was that this was a party after the reception, held once the bride and groom were on their way to their honeymoon. The father of the bride, the best man, the bridesmaids and the groomsmen were to meet at a hotel for a party, which would devolve into an unscripted orgy.

"So, I suppose introductions are in order," said the older adult actor. "Rather bad form to fuck someone without even knowing at least their first names, eh? I'm Harold Longshaft. At least, that's my professional stage name, when I do adult-rated films. I'm 45, bisexual tending to prefer females, and I've been acting in porn films since I was 20. There's not much I haven't done in my career, including doing films with actors as young as some of you appear to be. In fact, one of my more popular film series cast me as the father in an incestuous family."

"Yes, I have a complete set of those films," Hans said. "In fact, it's one of the main reasons I requested you for the production. The other being your resemblance to the bride in our group. I'm Hans Bernerholdt, and I am the primary client for this production. Please don't let my age fool you. I'm only eleven, but I grew up in a very well to do and privileged family, with many maids in my father's service who I could call to my bed, including some of the women in this room today. I... prefer girls, but sex with males isn't out of the question. We'll just have to see how things flow."

The other actor offered Hans a handshake. "A pleasure, Mister Bernerholdt. Though I think you may be the youngest client we've ever had paying for a production. I'm Stan Wilson, and I'm 24, and bisexual. Like Harold, I work for the DarkPaw Production unit here, and I've been making porn films since I turned 16."

"Wasn't there supposed to be another male actor?" Hans asked.

"Well, yes, there were two other actors, one of who was to have joined us. But the actor that was the minister in the wedding scenes doesn't do porn, and the porn actor who was cast for a groomsman role was, ah, 'sick'. Idiot went 'bareback' with someone he picked up in a bar, and brought something home with him other than fond memories, if you get my drift. The last minute replacement among the groomsmen today was a married guy that doesn't work with our DarkPaw unit either, and he declined to participate in this scene. Guess he normally does documentaries, or some such," Stan replied.

"Ah well, his loss. And more girls for us," Hans said with a shrug.

Cheri introduced herself and her daughter, and then the rest of Hans' friends introduced themselves. They did not reveal that Marie was related to Hans, but it simply wasn't possible to deny the family resemblance between Cheri and Marie.

"I must say, you and your daughter look more like twin sisters, Ma'am," Harold said. "I don't suppose the two of you would be willing to do a scene together, with me? I love doing scenes with twins, and doing one with girls that look young enough to be my daughters is a real turn-on for me."

Cheri looked at Marie, then smiled. "It is 'not out of the question', as Master Hans stated earlier. And I think that Master Hans might rather like seeing us do that, would you not, Master?"

"Well, I was hoping that both of you might enjoy the chance to experience a couple of experienced, older males. Be my guest," Hans said. "We can mix things up as we go along, so no one remains lonely."

"Hummm. Wouldn't mind that myself," Stan said with a grin. "Any restrictions, then?"

"I'd rather stick with the girls," Pokeinfo said. "I don't mind if the other guys do guy-guy stuff, but that isn't for me. Ashley? You wanna join Cyntha and me for a threesome to start out?"

"Sure, as long as I get equal time with her. You won't mind that, I know," Ashley replied.

Hans took Hazel by the hand, and smiled, saying "Then let's go have some fun!"

===

In his lighting booth, Krezz fidgeted as the "wedding party" entered the set. The movie set for this scene was split into 3 rooms. There was a large central 'living room' for the start and end of the party, with a bar and snacks and some couches for casual group scenes. Attached to one side of the main room were two bedrooms with large beds. Because of the layout, there would be two lighting techs and 3 camera crews active at once.

Krezz was doing the lighting for the two bedrooms, so he couldn't clearly see the people entering the main set, except for getting glimpses of them through the doors. There was no 'script' as such, so he had to listen closely to instructions from the floor director, and to simply watch the two bedrooms and adjust the lighting as needed when people entered or left the room. In a way, it was very similar to the "Roommates" reality show that he had worked on a month earlier.

He still had not seen Edna, since the main wedding scenes. "Maybe she was taken home after that part," he tried to reassure himself. "Maybe she and that little Bernese girl were just here to be flower girls."

His heart sank as Stan, Hans and Hazel stepped into one of the bedrooms that he was working, and slowly started making out. "Geeze. She's the same age as my Edna," he said, staring at little Hazel. He was becoming uncomfortably aware again of a tightness in his pants, as he watched Hans licking Hazel to a climax, while she sucked off the college-aged Golden Retriever named Stan. Then Stan laid on the bed, and Hazel got on top of Stan and started fucking him, while Hans mounted her butt doggy style atop them.

In the other bedroom that he could see, a man older than Krezz, the one who had been the 'father of the bride', walked in with twin girls who didn't look to be more than 10 to 12 years old. They all kissed and removed their clothes, and Harold laid on the bed as one twin straddled the adult's face, while the other sucked his cock hard and then squatted over him, riding his shaft eagerly. Krezz felt guilty that he was getting turned on by watching this mating of age and youth, but was glad that none of the girls he had seen so far was his own daughter. He rubbed his crotch with one hand as he ran the lighting boards, but didn't open his fly.

===

In the main room, Pokeinfo was sprawled on the couch with his fly open, while Ashley and Cynthia took turns giving him head. While Ashley sucked his cock, Cynthia moved lower, and started licking and sucking on her boyfriend's toes.

"Yeah, this is great!" the lion boy said, as he sipped Champaign and was ravished by the two pretty bunny girls.

===

"How is he... sister?" Marie asked her mother.

"Ah, he is very nice, sister," Cheri replied. "Not quite as well endowed as our favorite lover, but very nice. Would you like to trade places and try him?"

"Sure! He's a good licker, too. You'll love him," Marie said. They traded places, and soon all three of them were on the way to their first orgasms of the afternoon.

===

As the participants in the orgy neared the end of their first matings, Krezz heard a voice whisper behind him.

"Are you enjoying watching them, daddy?" Edna said. "From the bulge in your pants, I think you are."

"Oh lord... How long have you been watching me, Edna?" Krezz asked.

"About 20 minutes. Enough to see you rubbing yourself while you watched some guy fuck a girl that's my age," the precocious vixen murred. "So that turns you on, daddy?"

"It's... it's not like that! I mean, any male would... if he watched... I have to watch it, Edna! It's what they are paying me to do today. To watch, and to adjust the lights as needed," he said defensively.

"Do they usually make films like that here?" Edna asked innocently. "I thought you worked on documentaries and stuff like that."

"They make all sorts of films, I guess. This isn't the unit I normally work with, really. And what are you doing here? I thought you were spending the day... playing with... friends... Edna? Were you... planning on doing... that... with them?" he asked his daughter.

Edna considered her reply for a moment. She certainly had been planning on having sex with Hans and his friends. But then she found out the orgy would be held here, and that her daddy was likely to see her doing it. "It wouldn't have made you happy to watch me out there, would it, daddy?"

"No. No, I... shouldn't... er, that is I wouldn't want that, no," he replied.

"Then that's your answer, daddy," Edna replied. "I wouldn't want my daddy to think I'm a bad girl," she hugged him carefully, looking over his shoulder as Stan and Harold double-teamed Cynthia in one bedroom, and Marie, Cheri, Hans and Pokeinfo did a daisy-chain in the other. Through a bedroom door they could see Ashley eagerly licking some boy's cum from Hazel's little cunny. "But I don't think they are bad boys and girls, either. This is Pouncefield, Daddy. It's not like the town we came from. People have sex a lot here. Even kids my age."

"Yes, I know," her father said. "It's just that... well, after this morning... Daddy's feeling pretty confused, dear. I don't think I would like it very much if I went to an adult bookstore and saw you smiling on the cover of a XXX DVD box. I wouldn't like knowing that anybody could walk in and buy that DVD, and watch you, doing... And I know that would really upset your mother, too."

"You buy things in adult bookstores, daddy?" Edna asked, with a wicked grin.

"Well, not often. But sometimes I rent a DVD, yes," he admitted. Then he tried to get busy adjusting the lights. "Daddy has to work, all right? Either sit quietly, or... well, please don't go down there and join your friends. Where are the others? The Bernese girl, and the bride and groom?"

"Heidi, Phil and Bridget? They're down in the waiting room, watching the same stuff, on a screen in there. Want me to go back there and wait with them? They won't be having sex," Edna offered. "By the way, that Bernese Boy that is doing the daisy chain there? That's my school friend, Hans Bernerholdt. You should talk to him, daddy. I think you'd like him. He's not a good potential boyfriend for me, though. He already has lots of girlfriends."

"I remember Bridget, now that you said her name. She was a maid at that big party that you and your brother went to, with Laura, wasn't she? I hadn't had a chance to meet anyone else from Hans' household though," her father said. "Those two girls... those are cheerleaders from your school, aren't they?"

"Yes, and the other bunny and the lion boy are the soccer captains. One of those two girls in the daisy chain is another of my classmates, Marie," Edna replied.

"Her twin sister isn't?" her father asked.

"That isn't her sister," Edna said calmly. "That's her mom."

"Oh... Oh really? You're joking!" he said.

"Nope. You can meet her when she drives me home, later. I should still let them take me home, right? Rather than explaining to mom why I was here?" Edna suggested.

"Yes. Oh, definitely, we don't want your mother knowing about any of what you've been up to today!" he said firmly.

Swiss Mix - Chapter 198

By DoggyStyle57, January 2011

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Feb 14, 2009 (Saturday) - Faux Pas Studios, Pouncefield

Edna's father watched for another hour as Hans and his friends eagerly mated with each other and with the two male porn stars. By the time they wrapped the scene, the bulge in his pants was almost painful, but he didn't want to risk opening his fly and pleasuring himself. He couldn't directly see most of the other studio crew members, but somehow he doubted they were getting off on watching these young people mate. After all, he gathered that most of these people worked on porn films at least occasionally. It was all probably 'old news' and 'more of the same' to them.

"That's a wrap!" said the director. The camera and sound crews started putting away their equipment, and the director collected all the film and digital content from the crews, to take to the post-production team for editing.

Krezz turned the studio lights down to their normal levels for when not in use, and went down to check in with the director before heading home.

Hans, who by now was back in street clothes and carrying a suit bag, was standing on the studio floor with the two male porn actors, exchanging business cards, while discussing something in low voices. "... as long as we don't have a film scheduled, sure," Harold was saying. "We're people, too. We like a good party as much as anyone else. And think about what I said. I was serious."

Hans laughed. "Oh, it might be fun for a lark, but I can't see myself doing that on a regular basis," he said. "I'll think about it, though."

Edna's dad turned over his logs to the director, and then called his wife on the cell phone to come and get him. Then he walked up to Hans. "Excuse me? Hans, right? Ah, my daughter, Edna... said I should talk to you," he said, somewhat nervously.

Hans shook the fox's paw and drew him to one side, out of earshot of the others. "Yes, I'm Hans Bernerholdt. You're Edna's father? Step over here with me please. I truly must apologize, sir. I hadn't intended to put Edna or yourself in a delicate position. I do hope you're not mad at her, or at us? This was all just for fun, and won't be publicly released. And she kept her clothes on the whole time."

"Um, yes, she's my little vixen. I... have to admit, I wasn't expecting to run into her in... this sort of a situation," he said. "No, she's not in trouble, either. You just gave me a bit of a shock, when I didn't know if I was going to end up watching her... ah... performing with the rest of you."

"Sir, I didn't even know you worked for a film studio, much less that it was this one, until we were pulling onto the studio grounds, and Edna commented that you were working here today. If I'd had any idea such a conflict might occur, I certainly would have talked to you sooner, to avoid any embarrassing misunderstandings."

"Well, no harm done, I guess. She opted out of the adult scenes, rather than making me watch her participating," Krezz said. "Still, while I do understand how it is with you young cubs in this town, I'd prefer that she not be filmed like that."

"Certainly, sir. No problem at all. Now, Edna did mention there was something else we should talk about, you and I? Other than her ending up here, for this kind of film?" Hans said.

"Well, yes. I... well, I guess my wife and I have always looked the other way when it came to how flirtatious and precocious Edna's been getting. She hadn't admitted being sexually active yet, and we hadn't asked. But I know she is, now. She and I had a long talk... earlier today. She said you had arranged for some of her school friends to get a 5-year birth control treatment?" Krezz said.

"Yes. The maids in my employ generally all use Norplant. Cheri and Marie both do, and I arranged for Hazel to get on it to. She's the younger brown puppy that was here today, that's Edna's age, and she'll be starting work for me next year as a maid. I arranged it for Ashley, as well. I understand it isn't sold in America, though I don't know why. It's perfectly acceptable and known to be safe and effective, back home in Switzerland," Hans replied.

"But you can get it? And have it safely administered? It seems an ideal solution for a young girl, who might forget to take a daily birth control pill. And I don't want to be a grandfather any time soon. I need to talk to my wife, but... well, my wife had trouble being on the Pill. Maybe this would be a good solution, for both of them. If it wouldn't be an imposition, and if I can afford it," he said.

"No imposition at all, Mister Foxx! Please, allow it to be my gift to your family. It's the least I can do, after risking embarrassing you like that today. I didn't ask Hazel or Ashley to pay for theirs, either. Miss Cheri can apply it, or if you'd prefer them being checked by a doctor first, I can arrange for our family physician, Doctor Siefert, to come out here and see them. I think he's like the vacation trip anyway," Hans offered.

"Well, I will talk to my wife about it. But, ummm, no mention of the adult filming today, all right? As far as my wife knows, I just work on documentaries and the like," Krezz said, with an embarrassed look.

"And that is what we filmed today, isn't it? A documentary re-creation of a wedding? My lips are sealed, sir. Just let me know when to arrange it. I'll need two weeks or so lead time if Doctor Siefert is to do the application and exams, or one week to get it sent out for Miss Cheri to apply. Now, I see my guardian gathering everyone to go home, so, if there is nothing else?" Hans said.

"No, nothing. And thank you, Hans. It was good meeting you," Edna's father said.

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Hans and his household and guests had gone back to the mansion first, and then Cheri had driven Edna, Ashley, Cynthia and Pokeinfo to their respective homes. Pokeinfo was the last to be dropped off. Sitting in the front seat beside Miss Cheri, he hesitated a moment, before going inside. "Um, Ma'am? I, ah, just wanted to say... thank you. For what you did with me, today. I, um, never did it with anybody's mom before. But... it was really nice." He quickly leaned over and gave her a kiss, before opening the door and rushing back into his home.

Cheri watched the lion boy's hasty retreat, with a wistful expression on her face. "I had fun too," she said to herself.

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Later that evening Krezz took his family out to a romantic dinner.

Ruby raised an eyebrow when she saw which restaurant he had chosen. "Dear? I thought Andre's specialized in romantic evenings for couples? Their ads on TV give the impression that all their tables are little ones, for two people only."

"Well, that's true," he replied, as they got out of the car. "I had to make two reservations, to get us in here. It won't kill Edward to share a table with his sister, will it? And I want to have a romantic evening with the vixen of my dreams."

"Well! How can I complain at that? Come along, children!" Ruby said, taking her husband's arm. He seemed more affectionate than usual ever since she picked him up from work, but perhaps it was just because it was Valentine's day. She certainly wasn't going to complain at an evening of good food, and maybe even some dancing.

Edward yanked his arm away as Edna tried to do the same with her big brother. "Edna! Cut it out, will you? People will see us!"

"And what's wrong with them seeing my big brother protectively escorting me, huh?" Edna asked. She was quite pleased with her daddy's arrangements for the evening, and hoped to spend the night pretending that Edward was actually her date for a real romantic dinner for two.

"Edward! Behave yourself," his father said sternly. "You're making more people stare at you by refusing her, than by just being a gentleman. Your sister doesn't have cooties, you know."

Edward heaved a big sigh. "Oh, all right. But I'm not dancing with her! If I had known we were coming here tonight, I'd have planned on sharing a table with Laura, instead of having had lunch and a movie with her earlier today. Come on, sis."

"Gotcha!" Edna said, as she glommed on to her brother's arm, grinning happily.

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Hans, Marie, Cheri, Hazel and Heidi had dinner at a different restaurant, which had good food, cool Jazz music, and romantic slow dancing. Hans raised a glass of non-alcoholic sparkling cider and proposed a toast. "To the lovely and devoted ladies of our household! Heidi and I are so lucky to have the love and devotion of each and every one of you."

Cheri returned the toast, her glass being the only one filled with real Champaign. "To the Master and Mistress of our house, who show their love for us every day, and in more ways than I can speak of. We, the ladies of your household staff, are blessed to be in your service!"

"Hear hear!" said Marie, Hazel and Heidi, raising their glasses of cider.

They ordered their meals, and while waiting for the food to be delivered, Hans took Marie out onto the dance floor.

"They look so happy together," Hazel said wistfully. "Speaking of happy couples, where are Phil and Bridget? Did they go off on a real honeymoon tonight?"

"After a fashion," Cheri replied. "They had reservations at a different restaurant, for just the two of them, and they will spend the rest of the weekend in their cottage, romancing each other."

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Back at Andre's, Phil and Bridget had a quiet table in the corner, with candles lit and a bottle of wine to share. They ordered and ate their meal, hardly speaking, but just watching each other across the table, and smiling softly.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Bridget asked.

"Me? I was just thinking that I am the luckiest dog in the world, to have such a beautiful and passionate wife," Phil replied, kissing her hand.

"Nope. You're tied with me, because I am just as lucky, to have such a handsome and passionate husband. Dance with me?" Bridget asked, rising.

"Gladly," Phil replied, standing and kissing his sister passionately before guiding her out onto the dance floor for a slow, sensuous dance, their bodies pressed close to one another.

"Mummmm, get any closer, and we'll be mating in public!" Bridget teased, whispering into her brother's ear.

"Didn't we do that for half the morning already?" Phil whispered into her ear in reply.

Bridget shivered slightly. "That was pretty naughty of us, wasn't it? But you know, I hardly noticed anyone in the room but us."

"Oh, I was aware they were there. Hard to ignore someone pointing a three-inch wide lens at your crotch at close range, while you're mating. But I didn't care. They all believed we are what we said, a young couple, married and very much in love," Phil whispered. "Can't wait to see the finished DVD. Our love, immortalized, forever young."

"As I am forever yours," Bridget said in a normal voice, kissing him so passionately that they both stopped dancing. As they came up for air, they noticed the restaurant had fallen silent. Then slowly at first, various couples around the room began to politely applaud.

Nearby, Krezz and Ruby had also been dancing, when the music unexpectedly faded away. "Ohhh, what a romantic couple," Ruby said.

Krezz glanced at them, and froze for a moment, remembering that he had watched that same couple mating for over an hour and a half earlier that day. His trousers bulged uncomfortably, and he hugged his wife close, kissing her with almost equal passion. "Newlyweds, it looks like. I hope their passion is contagious. Let's get the check, and get the kids to bed, so I can show you what 'romantic' means, my love."

"Ohhh? My! This would be a good night for that, as it happens," Ruby replied to her husband, noting the bulge pressing against her. "I don't know what's gotten into you, dear, but I think I like it. Let's go."

Swiss Mix - Chapter 199

By DoggyStyle57, January 2011

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Feb 14, 2009 (Saturday Night) - At the Foxx family home, Pouncefield

The Foxx family returned home, well fed and with Krezz cuddling Ruby close to him with one arm. Edward and Edna were both carrying small 'to go' boxes.

"I don't see why we couldn't have at least stayed long enough to finish our desert," Edna said, sniffing at her container. "What's the big rush? The music was nice, and that place was soooo romantic." She batted her eyes at her big brother.

Edward rolled his eyes at his sister's overt flirtation. She had needled him all through dinner, trying to get her brother to dance with her at least once, even though he kept refusing. So he was actually rather glad to escape that 'love nest'. "Eh! It was okay. But on the bright side, we're home in time to watch 'Action Furs'. I forgot to set the DVR to record it, and this week was supposed to be a really good episode."

Krezz glanced at his watch, and then at his wife, Ruby, then said to the kids "Then you have just enough time to set the DVR to record the show, and you can watch it tomorrow afternoon. But you're not staying up late tonight. Put your deserts in the fridge, and head for bed!"

"WHAT?" Edward and Edna said at the exact same time.

"But, why can't I watch my show now?" Edward complained. "It's Saturday night, and it's not even close to our bed times. We don't have any special plans for Sunday, do we?"

"Yeah! I wanna eat my shortcake!" Edna said. "Why do we hafta go to bed early?"

"Because I said so," Krezz stated. "I had a very... tiring day today, and I want to go to bed. And I don't want to listen to your TV show, with all those loud gunshots and explosions. Now scoot!"

"Awww. Mom? It's Saturday!" Edna pleaded. "Can't I at least take my desert to my room and eat it? I'll be quiet!"

"You heard your father, dears," Ruby said with a smile that seemed suspiciously out of place. "Off to bed, and I don't want to see either of you until the sun rises. You can take your deserts with you, though, and bring the forks back to the kitchen when it's time for breakfast. I'll make waffles in the morning, all right? Now be good cubs and get to bed."

"Yay! Waffles!" Edna said. She ran to the kitchen and got two forks, giving one to her brother as she headed past him to go to her bedroom. "See you in the morning, then!"

Edward stood there with a fork in one hand, and his to-go box in the other. "Oh, all right. Umm, can I at least read for a while, in my room? I'll be quiet, dad."

"Yes, yes, now scoot!" Krezz said impatiently. He watched impatiently as Edward set the DVR to record his show, then waited in the hallway until both cubs had closed their bedroom doors.

"Awww, so you're sleepy, now?" Ruby said with a wistful grin. "And here I thought you wanted to *Mummfh* Murrrrrrrr!" Her comment was cut short as Krezz grabbed his wife and passionately kissed her.

"I said I wanted to get to bed, not that I wanted to sleep!" he said with a wink. "Come on, my dear. I feel inspired tonight. I just hope the kids don't get curious about squeaking bedsprings."

Ruby blinked and took her husband's arm. "Really! Well, I must make it a point to get the recipe for that Tortellini sauce they served you at the restaurant. If it has this effect on you, I'll serve it for dinner at least once a week!"

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An hour later, Edna has finished her shortcake, but was still wide awake. Her room was next door to her parents' room, and she could clearly hear the bed springs squeaking in there. It dawned on her that she hadn't heard that sound in a while, so her daddy must have been telling her the truth about how he and mommy weren't mating as often as they used to.

Edna was glad they were having fun tonight, but thinking about what her parents were up to was making her horny now. Like most kids, she didn't normally think of her parents and sex in the same thought. While obviously her parents must have had sex to produce Edna and her brother, they never seemed... sexy... when around the kids.

Dressed in just her t-shirt and panties, the naughty vixen quietly slipped out into the hallway, and looked up and down the hall. She could see a light on in her parent's room, and noted to her satisfaction that their door was slightly open. Looking down the hall the other way, she could see light spilling out from under her brother's door, as well, though his was closed tight.

Walking on tip-toe, Edna crept silently down the hall to cautiously peek into her parent's room. Her parents were in bed, and both facing away from the door. Her mom was... wow! She was on her hands and knees, tail raised high, and wearing a slinky black silk nightie that Edna would never have dreamed her mother even owned, much less imagined seeing her mom wearing. Her father was hunched over behind his wife, and Edna could clearly see her father's balls and his shaft pumping in and out of her mother's sloppy wet slit, as he squatted behind her mother and humped her from behind. Edna suppressed a giggle as she recognized the position as one that the older porn star had used when he mated with Hazel, at the studio earlier today.

Edna found her hand creeping into her panties, as she petted her own slit. Ohhh, how she wished she could get Edward to do that to her! Or... maybe even daddy? Before this morning, she never would have imagined lusting after her own father, but now that she knew how passionate he could be, and how nice his cock was... Nooo... Mommy wouldn't like that, would she? Daddy was probably right about it being too dangerous for Edna and her father to have sex ever again.

"Ohhhh, yessss!" she heard her mother moaning quietly. "Ohhhh, this position is really great, dear. Where ever did you learn it?"

Krezz coughed and kept humping his wife. "Er, well... Remember when Franklin got married a few months back? At his stag party, they, ah, showed a few films, and..."

"And it took you this long to try it with me? Mummmmm, that's so deep! Really, dear, if you want to rent or buy some more films for this sort of 'inspiration' I won't mind at all. Just... ohhhh, right there! Just don't let the kids see them!" Ruby replied, as she started to have yet another mind-blowing orgasm. This was her fourth time tonight, and Krezz had already filled her twice, and showed no sign of slowing down.

"Yes, well, the kids... Ahem... Well, honestly dear, the kids probably already know everything that those films show. Edna's told me a few rather shocking things about her friends and their pastimes. You remember what we discussed before we moved here, about how it is here in Pouncefield?" Krezz said.

"Krezz, you're not telling me that our little darlings are already..." Ruby started to say.

"Growing up? And doing so rather early? Children do that, my dear. And in Pouncefield, they seem to do it earlier than elsewhere. Ah... even if our kids aren't active right now, we should probably make birth control available to them. Especially for Edna. She says several girls her age at school already have had several lovers. And that seems acceptable here, as long as the cubs don't get pregnant."

Edna backed off slowly, in case her mother objected and took it to mind to come and confront her children about their sexual exploits. She retreated to her room and got back into bed. But there was no shouting, and no excitement. Just a quiet murmur of conversation, and then the bed springs started squeaking again, even louder than before.

===

Once Edna was relatively certain that her mother wasn't going to barge in on her, she got out of bed again and went into her closet. The way that her room and her brother's were laid out, they shared a bathroom, with a door on each end, and the rest of the wall between their rooms was a pair of walk-in closets, one facing Edward's room, and the other facing Edna's. Normally this offered the siblings plenty of privacy, since either could lock the bathroom door from their side, and the closets muffled any sounds between the sibling's bedrooms.

Edward had gotten into the habit of locking his bathroom door before he went to bed, after he caught Edna peeking into his room from the bathroom on several occasions. So Edna had figured out a different way to peek into her brother's room.

There was a stack of bookshelves mounted on the wall of Edward's bedroom, on the same section of wall that served as the back wall of Edna's closet. One of the shelves was at a height that was below Edward's eye level, but was almost at the perfect height for Edna's eye level. His naughty sister had drilled through the wall, installing a security peephole like many people used on their front doors. The shadows under the bookshelf and the fact that Edward would have to bend over to see the spot concealed it perfectly.

All Edna had to do was go into her closet, move aside her out of season clothing storage bags, and open what looked like a fuse box panel cover on the back wall. Then the sneaky vixen could peek through the peephole and get a nice wide-angle view of her brother's room, with his bed in the perfect spot for watching him. She had also framed in the opening between the studs and behind the fuse box cover, which gave her a small stash where she hid a vibrator that Cynthia had gotten for her, some anal beads, and a tube of lubricant jelly.

Edward was laying on the bed, looking at a girly magazine and pawing off. Edna masturbated with her vibrator as she watched her brother pleasuring himself. She realized now that he wasn't quite as well-endowed as their father, but she still thought he was the sexiest boy she could imagine.

After Edward gad gotten his pleasure and turned off his light, Edna hid her vibrator and went to bed herself. It was close to midnight now, and she went to sleep right away.

Edna constantly fantasized about her brother becoming her willing and eager lover. She had only once dared to have any sort of sex with him for real, creeping into his room at night when he was sound asleep and having a wet dream, and Edna had been rewarded with a creamy mouthful, without awakening her exhausted brother. In her dreams, she crept into her brother's room again, and sucked him off. But as he came in her mouth, she realized he tasted different than before. He tasted like daddy! Looking up, she found she was in the wrong bedroom, sucking off her shocked father, while her mother snored beside them in the same bed.

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Feb 14, 2009 (Saturday Night) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

In the Bernerholdt family, Hans' sisters had no such problems with seducing their brother. Their only problems was sharing him fairly between them, and refraining from giving him Heidi's virginity. As the family got ready to go upstairs and go to bed, Hans stopped his youngest sister, and said "Everyone else got lots of loving today, sis. Everyone but you. I already talked this over with Marie and Cheri, and my Valentine's gift to you is that tonight, you get to sleep in my bed all night long, and we'll mate in every way that we are allowed to, all night."

"Wow! Really? But... what if you, you know, hit the wrong hole while you're half asleep? That could be really bad," Heidi said.

"Well, in all the nights Marie or Cheri or Bridget or any of the maids have slept with me, I've never accidentally started fucking one of them in the middle of the night. And Cheri and Marie both assure me that you sleep pretty soundly all night, once you fall asleep, and never grope either of them in their sleep, when you spend the night together with one of them. So we think it will be safe," Hans said, as he kissed his virginal sister.

"Mother and I have our own plans," Marie said, with a shy smile. "I get to sleep with Hans almost every night. Tonight is for you, Mistress Heidi. There's a fresh tube of lube on the bedside table, so he can fuck your tight butt all night long, if you two are up to it."

"Ohhhh, I am, I am! Let's go, Hans!" Heidi said, taking her brother by the hand and leading him upstairs.

And so, Hans wrapped up his Valentine's Day by having oral and anal sex with little Heidi, until they were both too tired to continue. Then they got cleaned up, and Heidi slept the whole night through, curled up in her brother's arms, smiling like a little angel, and having very naughty dreams.

As Hans fell asleep, he wondered how Heidi would like her birthday present, when she had her 8th birthday in just 10 more days. He still had to make a few calls to line everything up, but he thought she would love it. Still, even with the increase in non-vaginal sexual activity for his youngest sister, the next two years were going to be difficult, keeping her a virgin that long.

Swiss Mix - Chapter 200

By DoggyStyle57, January 2011

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Feb 16, 2009 (Monday morning) - Saint Lovejoy's School Bus, Pouncefield

When Hans and the other kids from his household got on the school bus, Edna immediately waved to him and asked him to sit with her. Hazel frowned a bit at that, as she had hoped to have Hans sit with her, as he usually did in the mornings. Edna just smiled at Hazel over the seat back that was between them, and said "Oh, I only want to borrow him for a few minutes. Don't worry."

"So, what's up?" Hans asked, as he settled in beside Edna. "You didn't get into trouble about this weekend, did you? I'm sorry it didn't work out the way I had hoped for you."

"Trouble? Ah, no, not really. No, ummmm, what happened to me this weekend wasn't your fault at all. It's just... well, both my parents know now that I'm having sex. And, well... Mom wasn't very happy about that," Edna said. "But we had a long family discussion on Sunday morning, and we got it all worked out."

"Oh? Well, yes, I imagine it had to come out, if you were going to ask your dad to talk to me about getting birth control for you. They really didn't suspect that you were...?" Hans asked.

"Nope. And I'd been boinking boys for several months before we moved out here," Edna said. "Daddy says he kind of suspected that I was, but he didn't wanna believe it. Anyway, Edward and I don't hafta sneak around anymore, about yiffing with our friends. As long as we use birth control, we can go on yiffy dates, and even bring friends home to yiff. Mom actually said she'd rather have us yiffing at home, where we would be safe, than off in some seedy motel room, or under a bush in the park. That's part of why Edward and Laura look so happy this morning," Edna said, pointing across the aisle of the school bus, to where her brother was happily smooching with Laura, and whispering to her. "Now he can bring Laura home, even when my parents are around, and they can yiff in his room!"

"Well, there's a lot to be said for that approach," Hans agreed. "That's pretty much my father's attitude. Except for the rules that got laid down on Heidi as part of our inheritance, and of course not letting our grandma or grandpa, or our mother, know that we yiff, we can do what we please, and he'd rather we did it in our own home, where we're safe, and among trusted friends."

"Oh! So your mom doesn't know that you...?" Edna asked.

"No. Mom and dad are separated, and she's hardly ever around. Heidi and I were both conceived under a breeding contract, as an arranged marriage. Miss Cheri is the woman who raised us, along with her own daughter, Marie," Hans said. "And as you saw this weekend, Cheri definitely knows."

"Wow. Well, anyway, can you come over to my place this evening? Just for an hour or so, right after school? Mom and dad both took a day off to be with each other, and to continue to discuss this stuff. But they want to talk to you, and arrange for mom and me to get that long-term birth control stuff," Edna said. "So, um, I guess that's it, Hans. You can go sit with Hazel now. She's still saving a seat for you."

"Okay. At lunch break, I'll call Miss Cheri, and Doctor Siefert, too, and make the necessary arrangements. Have a good day at school," Hans said, before getting up and slipping into the seat next to Hazel.

"So, is she going to be your maid too? Is that why she's getting the same stuff I got?" Hazel asked, with just a tinge of jealousy in her voice.

"No. I doubt she would do that," Hans replied. "It's more like with Ashley. I might yiff Edna now and then, so I may as well make sure no accidents happen. That's all. Just a favor to a friend."

"Oh, all right then. Wanna get together on the second period break and yiff?" Hazel asked.

"Sure!" Hans said. "Just us, or with anyone else?"

"Well, if Marie wants to join us, that's fine," Hazel said, leaning close to whisper into Hans ear "Or Heidi, if you want," she added, so only he could hear. Then she kissed him, and it was time for the kids to get off the bus and head for their classes.

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At about 10 AM, while he had a study hall break, Hans called home, and talked with his father, and then made a second call to Doctor Siefert. He placed both calls while in a soundproofed booth in the corner of the study hall, that was used for listening to music or videos. Then he called Miss Cheri and filled her in on the results of those two calls, so she could make the arrangements needed at this end.

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Feb 16, 2009 (Monday morning) - At the Foxx family home, Pouncefield

When school let out, Hans stayed on the bus when it got to his stop, then used the extra time between there and the stop at Edna and Edward's place to cuddle with Hazel and kiss her.

Edna tapped Hans on the shoulder a while later. "This is our stop. Time to come up for air!" She giggled and waited at the front of the bus with her brother.

They got out, and the bus pulled away, leaving Hans standing with his friends in a neighborhood he had never visited before. It was a nice suburban area, not too up-scale, but in no way shabby. The homes all had nice lawns, and plenty of mature shade trees, though the front yards tended to be rather small. He imagined the back yards would be larger. "Nice, quiet neighborhood," he said. "Which one's your place?"

"This way!" Edna said, heading a short way down the block, and going to the front door of one of the homes.

They were met at the door by a nice looking adult vixen, who said "You must be Hans? I'm Edna and Edward's mother, Ruby Foxx." She had a slightly agitated look on her face. After all, this was one of the boys that Edna had admitted to her that she had been having sex with.

"Hans von Bernerholdt, Ma'am. And it is a pleasure to meet such a lovely vixen as yourself. I understand your husband is home as well?" Hans said, taking the vixen's hand in his, and actually kissing the back of her hand like a courtier.

"Oh, my! Edna said you were some sort of nobility, but really!" she giggled slightly, and the insides of her ears blushed prettily, as her apprehension melted away. Whatever she had been expecting of any boy that had been getting into her little girl's panties, it wasn't such a smooth and well-mannered young gentleman as Hans. "I can't recall the last time any man did that to me."

"No? They should do so more often. I am certain that you deserve it. Yes, Ma'am, my father is the heir to Count von Bernerholdt, in Switzerland. I am also in like to inherit that title, after my father inherits it from my grandfather. Father felt that some exposure to the world as a foreign exchange student would do my little sister and I some good, before the duties of our Estates tied us more closely to the canton we were born in."

"Well! We're just simple working foxes, I'm afraid. But please, be welcome in our home," Ruby said, still blushing slightly, and now feeling somewhat awkward at entertaining someone of such a different social standing.

Inside the home, they were met by Krezz fox, who took them to the dining room. "Hello again, Hans," he said, shaking the boy's hand. "Please have a seat."

"You two have already met?" Ruby asked her husband.

"Yes dear. At the party that our children attended, and yesterday afternoon, when Edna asked me to talk to him about his offer. He... came over and met me at the Studio," Krezz said.

They sat at the table, and Ruby said "Your offer seems quite generous, Hans. Though it does trouble me that what you're offering is something that isn't available from our own family physician. It isn't... illegal, is it? Or unsafe?"

"No Ma'am! Not as far as I know," Hans replied. "I don't believe your food and drug testing authorities have approved it for sale here, but according to Doctor Siefert, who I talked with today, that's more because of the political factions who oppose any sort of birth control, than because of any fears of it not being safe. It isn't on any 'banned import' list that I am aware of, but because it also isn't on the 'approved' lists, your local doctors can't order the supplies, or apply it."

"But then how can you offer this to us, if a doctor here can't get the drug legally?" Krezz asked.

"Well, you see, it's sort of like when people in your country would go across the border to other countries, to get an abortion, or to get birth control drugs before they were legal in this country," Hans explained. "You see, my home is technically Swiss soil - My family has diplomatic status, because of my father's political and military rank, and aristocratic status at home. So what my family physician does on the grounds of my mansion are governed by Swiss laws, not American ones. If it really worries you, I could fly the two of you to Switzerland for the procedure, instead of flying my doctor here?"

"Oh my! We couldn't possibly ask you to pay for international plain trips just for this!" Ruby said.

"You didn't ask. I freely offered, as a gift. I can easily afford it, out of a single week's allowance. And honestly, I think Doctor Siefert will really enjoy a trip to Pouncefield. It will be like a vacation for him. So please, don't consider the expense. I've talked to my father, and to doctor Siefert, and if you're in agreement, my physician can be here next weekend. Would Saturday the 21st be convenient for you? He can examine both of you at my mansion, and apply the Norplant there. According to my maids, it's a virtually painless outpatient procedure. Less painful than a vaccination for allergies. And it lasts 5 years. It's removable, too, if you should choose to end the protection earlier, to have another child."

"Wait, I guess I understand why Edna's getting that stuff, but mom? You're getting it too?" Edward asked.

"And why not? It would be very convenient for me, not to have to worry about making a new baby brother or sister for you for the next 5 years, dear," Ruby said. "And I don't do well on the Pill. This promises to be better, as I understand it. Your father and I looked up some information on-line today, and I think it will be a good idea. For both Edna and I."

"Well then! Since I also agree, I guess it is settled. We'll be there next Saturday. Just give us a call to tell us what time to arrive," Krezz said. "And thank you, very much Hans. This takes a great burden off our minds, knowing Edna won't accidentally get pregnant any time soon."

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Feb 20, 2009 (Friday) - Bernerholdt Mansion, Pouncefield

Doctor Noah Siefert arrived in Pouncefield on Friday afternoon, and was picked up by Miss Cheri at the airport. She drove the Alpenzeller doctor back to the mansion, with the two of them looking almost like joy-riding kids, because of their small stature. In fact, one police car did pull up beside Cheri at one point, but the officer had met Cheri before, and recalled seeing proof of her real age, so he simply smiled and drove ahead, to ticket a passing speeder.

"A nice town, this is!" Noah said. "If I ever retire, maybe I should move here. Nice scenery, and yiffy young furrs in abundance!"

"You? Retire? And give up examining of all Master Karl's new ten year old maids, as he hires them? I could not believe it," Cheri said with a grin. "Though you would be welcome to visit us any time, my dear friend. We would always have a spare room at the mansion for you, after all your years of loyal service to Master Karl's family."

"Ah, perhaps you are right. But a visit is good, Yah? And tonight, I will examine all your female staff, after dinner. Even that male Hans hired, if desired. May as well be complete, and make sure he is healthy, and not a problem for the rest of you."