Chapter 269: Retribution and Repayment

Hmmm. I wonder what else needs discussing?

Corwin finally had a decent meal, even if that was in the form of something on par with a baby food shake. She had rested well and was awake for a short while as she nursed the babies again. No one had told her I was here and that she hadn’t imagined it.

“Feeling better, I see. Someone contacted me and let me know that you needed me, so here I am. We made beautiful babies, Corwin. I’m sorry that they caused you such trouble,” I told her as I sat on the bed beside her.

She smiled at me and said, “Yes, we did. But next time you give me twins, you need to make them smaller or override my family’s policy on c-sections. I’m not sure what you did to me, but I only sort of remember them being inside me and then feeling empty just before the pain hit. So where were you for so long? You must have done something amazing to have my mom very pleased while having her predatory smile.”

I explained what I did and why. If Corwin could move, without passing out, she would have gone to find someone to kill those bastards and their accomplices.

“My way is much better. They have nothing, their wives and children disowned them, and they were left naked in the street with their accomplices. They are tainted goods that no one will want to think of helping,” I told her. “I have made arrangements for their wives and children to enjoy the opulence they’ve yet to experience, and probably never would, due to their husband’s or father’s greed. What happens to them next is up to your mother to decide, not your father. I know better than to make that mistake. She told me that I have much more to discuss with her on the matter once you are back to resting comfortably.”

“About that. Both babies need to burp, and I have my hands full presently,” she joked.

I burped, changed, put back on her breasts, burped again, and then put into their bassinets.

I’m starting to like the look of total amazement that I get when people again realize that taking care of children, especially mine, isn’t something I feel only women do.

After washing her nipples, covering her back up, and kissing her on the lips, I did the triplet’s trick to put her back to sleep for at least the two and one quarter-hours that I somehow knew the babies were going to sleep before needing to eat again.

I found her mom off in a side room that had seventeen women who looked between five to twenty years younger than her.

“You sent an unambiguous message to all families you now control,” she started telling me. “As the wives from the heads of our families, we spoke to members of those bastard’s families. We still must discuss among ourselves how we now deal with their new situation. What they now face is no fault of their own, and they were unaware. Anything we decide will remove the taint of their father’s or husband’s dishonor.”

When she paused for a breath, I suggested, “There were many children who these men had sexually abused, disfigured, tortured, and who suffer horrors none should face. I’ve had dealings with these types of people. If these men did as others do, their victims are, or soon became, orphans with no one searching for them. They did nothing wrong. I know I can tell you what I want, and you will do it, but that isn’t who I am, and I hope I never become. Now my idea here is that many in each of your families have become accustomed to treating those below them in status, such as servants, as worthless humans beings who are no better than trained monkeys.”

I’ll leave that out there for you to contemplate as I know you behave in the same way, or worse, depending on the power of your family.

Once they had realized their failings, at least in my eyes, I continued, “If they were my responsibility, I would like to see that they redeem themselves. I would have those from your family care for these abused children by being their servants, nursemaids, and playmates. Many of these abused children will need someone willing to show them that sex isn’t what these men and women inflicted on them. The girls need to know their bodies can feel pleasure from sex. That they aren’t just cum dumps for these bastards. All those in the two bastard’s families need to hear and see the horrors inflicted on these children.”

“How is it one so young provides such wise counsel?” on older woman asked from the back. “You do not order what you want to be done. You only suggest this as something for us to consider. We would not face your wrath if we chose to do nothing. I saw much worse done to children when I was in my youth. None still speak of it, but a much harsher punishment fell upon those found to be generating income for the unspeakable acts done to humans of all ages. It was before the parents of those present in this room, other than myself, were born. Times were different back then, but the message sent then was clear, and none sought to ponder going into any such business ventures. We have forgotten that lesson, and we need to teach it again. We have cocooned ourselves in our arrogance and forgotten that four generations ago, we were a family of servants indebted to an elite family such as ourselves now. I agree with your suggestion of their being indebted to those who their husband or father harmed. They will find themselves joined by many males, and some females, who have forced themselves on children of servants, or those in need, for their sexual pleasures just because they can.”

Corwin’s mother added, “I agree that this is the correct and just action to reinforce that our family will not have businesses that sexually abuse or enslave anyone. Though they are going to find themselves learning another important lesson, I will see that no male can refuse any sexual request from those to whom they are indebted unless it endangers their lives or will disfigure them. Non-virgin females from our family serving them shall refuse any sexual request for their services. All working will permit anal and oral intercourse by those to whom they are indebted.”

Sounds perfect to me.

“Now they shall learn what people mean by the sins of the father,” another woman said. “I too will have some of my children joining their aunts and cousins. My husband as fallen short on his duties. He requires nothing of our children to earn their place as the head of my family.”

“That is because you permit them to do unspeakably cruel actions to your staff and others that they feel below them as there are no repercussions for their actions. None see any reason by which they need to work for anything because they have everything they want or can have it provided for them just for the asking. I saw this at the boarding school, as did the headmaster and his staff. Each student quickly found that wasn’t the case any longer and became well behaved, and well educated, gentlemen. Others appear to be sociopaths able to make themselves appear as expected while not having changed at all,” I told them. “I don’t have anyone who caters to my every whim, want, or need. I do my laundry, change my bed, vacuum my floors, and clean up the dishes after a meal. I show the utmost respect for any who choose to offer their services to me. They are doing what I would do myself, but they wish to do it for me. I compensate them very well, which makes them happily go above and beyond their duties. We have all had a red wine spilled on a light rug. Servants do what they can, but at times there they can only do so much. Can any of you bring to me a servant who will unquestionably put their heart into trying to remove that stain? What about that same servant, or one of their coworkers, finding an exact color match for the fibers to have a replacement section produced that is so perfectly color-matched that you couldn’t find the location of the replaced section? Do any of the servants do amazing things for you not because they feel they must, but because they like to do it as it gives their lives purpose? Have any of you done anything to help out a servant who needed a bit of help requiring only a second of your time?”

I saw none who would meet my eyes, which is probably good because the senior nursemaid, who was helping Corwin, came to get me.

“Darren,” she said, informally, as if we had been friends for years. “The woman who normally helped to lift the older children and adults into the bath had taken ill. Miss Corwin needs to bathe, but is still too weak to bathe herself.”

I looked at women in the room and said, “Please excuse me, ladies, I must help care for Corwin. It is my fault that she is in her current state. Please let me know if you wish to continue this conversation.”

“It would be my pleasure to help you care for Corwin, but you’re in charge of her care, not I. You will have to tell me what I need to do,” I told the nursemaid.

Did you think I was one of the sociopaths from the boarding school or a gifted con artist who is a fantastic orator? Watch and see that I am genuine.

On the way, I passed a room where the servant was fighting three tween girls as she attempted to bathe them, as they felt they were too good to wash.

“Pardon me. It won’t be a moment. I hope Corwin has a large tub. She is going to have guests,” I told the servant as I walked right into the room with the three naked girls.

Each one’s eyes went wide when I walked into the room.

Was it because it is me or that I’m male seeing their growing breasts and light fuzz between their legs? Time to give them what they deserve for their behaviors.

Each screamed out like I was slowly peeling off their fingernails when I spanked their butts until they reached a dark pink. We quickly had an audience of their brothers, mothers, aunts, and uncles. Surprisingly no girls came to see what was going on.

Probably for protection in case one of the boys, or men, is raping the girls, hopefully, virgin asses.

“You will not behave like spoiled little princesses while I am here caring for Corwin and our babies,” I told them. “Each of you will find every single piece of discarded clothing and footwear you were wearing before being told to bathe. I don’t care if you must walk naked into the town, you will take your dirty clothes wherever Alishia tells you, without a single complaint. Do so quickly and return here. If you aren’t back in a fair amount of time, you go over my knee again, but this time I will find a proper paddle, or large shoe, to use instead of my hand on your butts.”

They were lucky that the staff had hampers carefully camouflaged in every room. I watched the pure disgust on their girl’s faces as they picked up their panties in which they had they wore without having bothered to wipe their butts. The clothes smelled of pee. As quickly as they could manage, they were back standing in front of me.

“Tomorrow, you will join the staff in learning how to remove feces and urine from the entirety of the house’s laundry, including sheets and cloth diapers. You three are disgusting even by a boy’s standards. I shudder about what I would find if you have become women already,” I told them as two of the three gave me a look that told me they wouldn’t do it.

Surprisingly, the third went over to Alishia and apologized for the state of her clothing. She wanted to impress the two other girls by doing what they were doing. Completely unasked, she went into the bathroom and started to clean up the disaster the three had made in the bathroom.

I looked at one of the butlers and asked, “I’m utterly ignorant of what you and the rest of the staff must do to maintain this house in such a pristine condition. With a house this old and large, do you require someone to remove the buildup where the sewage leaves the house?”

“Sir, you aren’t as ignorant as you wish me to believe,” he replied. “Our local government requires all homes with cesspools to install a sewage grinder and pump to prevent contamination of the groundwater. The home’s originally plumbing design emptied into a cesspool designated for each wing. Two collapsed during retrofit with the sewage grinders. Three remain. We alternate between two of them now, with the third ready for sewage should one of the two others require servicing. We pump out one tomorrow to remove the buildup on the walls and non-biodegradable waste. Do you wish to observe the process? The smell is quite unpleasant, but proper respirators remove the smell and protect against the gasses.”

I looked at the two girls and said, “I am but a visitor in this home. If the lady of the house agrees, and the master of the home doesn’t order it not to be so, I would like to provide you with some additional staff who will perform the tasks required to clean the cesspool. These two girls, still showing arrogant, defiant smirks on their faces, can not be the only children who purposely soil their clothing. Outside of those who have real accidents, I think all the rest should fully experience cleaning up after themselves. The cesspool should have the equivalent of the bodily waste these children left on their clothing. Then they all shall learn how to remove their excrement and urine from all clothing waiting to be washed.”

I watched the two girls turn to their respective parents. I saw about half of the boys in the room do the same once they realized I was serious. One protested, loudly.

Corwin’s mom gave her husband a look that said he would not interfere. She didn’t look happy at what I suggested, but after a few minutes of talking it over, quietly, with the other women, she turned to face the children.

“I feel that while harsh, the punishment is acceptable. I was unaware that this disgusting and wholly unacceptable behavior, which is something I wouldn’t permit from children who don’t yet know any better. You have embarrassed me in from of the head of all families. Fortunately, Darren is a man of honor, for I fear what the elder would have done in his place,” she told the children.

Now it begins to sink in, doesn’t it? I only demanded the girls learn how to do what they will be doing when they have children. There will be times where they are traveling as a family without servants

Everyone realized the discussion was over and began leaving. The two girls, who still had defiant smirks on their faces, tried to sneak out in the crowd. They had no way to know their bodies are still physically unable to take my dick.

“So, which of you two do I get to fuck first? You’re acting like spoiling little cunts, so you must want me to fuck that smirk off your faces to show I’m serious,” I told them as I dropped my pants.

The servant who was trying to bathe them enthusiastically got over to start happily licking and sucking me hard while the girls were behind her. She was good at sucking dick and nearly had me ready to give her a salty drink when she moved back.

I made sure they both saw my full nine inches as I picked them up to take them over to the bed and asked again, “Who goes first. Your furry little pussies look nice and tight. Do you think they are as tight as your little assholes? If you don’t pick, then I guess I get to.”

Now that isn’t something I expected. It wasn’t even on the radar.

Out of nowhere a naked girl jumped up on the bed, jumped over the girls, got her arms around my neck, legs around my waist, and moved her hot, very hairy, wet pussy over my dick and proceeded to push the head almost through her cherry before I stopped her.

“Sorry. I’m still waiting on the two little arrogant girls to answer who I get to fuck first,” I told the girl loudly.

Then in a whisper, I said, “You’re damn sweet to try to keep them from what they think is going to happen. I’m establishing that I’m not some random boy playing like I’m a king or something.”

“Sorry, girls,” she said to them as she walked naked around the bed where they could see her. “I did my best to keep him from taking your butt and pussy, but he wouldn’t even let me give him my virginity. You’re screwed or are about to be. The cocks that I’ve seen in that condition end up with the boy taking what he wants, many, many times. If you like, I can get your panties from the hamper so that you don’t bother everyone when you scream out.”