(Un)welcome Guest

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>You close your front door behind you after an exhausting day at work
>kicking off your shoes, you realize that something is... different.
>Looking around, everything's exactly where it's supposed to be. So what's off?
>Sneaking further into your house you see some light coming from the kitchen
>God damn it all, burglars
>You'd call the police, if it didn't mean potentially inviting two+ single, strong manomo into your house
>you grab a baseball bat and hope that you'll be able to make this bastard bugger off
>What the hell are they doing in the kitchen of all places? There were more valuable items in your house than your coffee machine.
>Listening, they were definitely cooking something. Literally.
>with a small adrenaline rush, you stomp into your kitchen, ready to fight for your property, only to freeze in surprise
>where you expected multiple burglars, there's one
>and where you expected a man, there's instead a shocked woman in a strange getup holding a bowl and a whisk
<"M-master Ymous?!"
>What.
>"Who the hell are you! What are you doing in my house!?"
>Her mouth falls open in shock
>she gathers herself, puts down the bowl on the table and turns back to you
>grabbing the sides of her long skirt, you notice the feathers at her wrists
>she makes a bow you wouldn't expect from any woman who didn't come straight from the Dark Ages
<"Abigail Stone, at your service!"
>She obviously had been practicing this introduction
>"Okay. Get out of my house."
<"But master, I am your serv-"
>"I am not your master. Get out of my house."
<"I could not possibly leave my master's house just l-EEP"
>she cried out as you picked her up and slung her over your shoulder
>this girl wasn't taking a hint
>as you carry her over to your front door, she unleashes a barrage of protests and pleads
>you open the door and put her back on her weird feet
<"Wait!" is the last thing you hear as you slam the door shut
>an exhausting day just became more exhausting
>as you finish your shower you think you can hear some more muffled complaints coming from outside
>--next evening--
>Just when you thought you had the worst day in your work, you get a worse one the very next day
>Of course there's someone messing around in the kitchen again
>"Please just be a regular burglar" you think to yourself.
>of course it was her again
>"Welcome home, master Ymous!"
>she said some other things but you just didn't care right now
>if she wanted to clean your house so badly, fine. You don't care.
<"The bad is drawn!" you hear her call out as you go up the stairs
>and so it is
>while lying in bath you take a moment to think
>A kikimora according to one of your colleagues
>They break into the houses of unmarried men (that they like) and force their services upon them or whatever
>So what, she thinks you look nice, so she thinks it's okay to break into your house?
>If that's her game, fine. She'll regret it soon enough.
>...
>From then on out, each day you didn't have to pay attention to most of the house chores
>Everything remained clean and tidy, and every meal was readily prepared
>You almost felt sorry for not showing Abigail any appreciation for any of it
>But you've been clear enough in that you don't want her in your house. If she's unhappy, she can leave any time
>And so the days passed by
>Every now and then she would make subtle and sultry suggestions
>each and every one you ignored
>The hearts she drew on the food would've been cute, if you so much as knew anything about her.
>You felt some gratitude to Abigail, but at this point it was to embarrassing to show it. She had made your life quite a lot easier.
>The days turned into weeks and with every subtle invitation declined, Abigail grew just a little bit less energetic.
>the shine in her hair became dull and her eyes became less focused
>Some days she'd bring you tea on a tray
>you'd grab your cup and raise your other hand, palm facing her
>she'd lower her head, expecting a pat on the head... only for you to just grab a spoonful of sugar and leave without a word
>The effects were obvious.
>She wouldn't be able to stand much more of this.
>That's right, hate me. Spit on my floor, slam the door behind you and find a guy who'll appreciate you.
>You were sitting behind your desk in your bedroom
>Abigail knocked on the door and entered
>she slowly shuffled in
>You were surprised she hadn't left already. Why hadn't she left?
>Abigail shuffles closer with the tea tray
>You grab the cup of the off of the tray
>you quickly glance at her and feel guilt at what you see
>The usually energetic maid looks like she hasn't slept in forever
>she's standing there, holding the tray while staring straight at you through half-lidded eyes
>"Thank you.." you mutter
>Did you ever thank her?
>She did not respond
>You became a bit nervous and took a sip from the tea
>It tasted good, rich. A bit unusual, but far from bad.
<"Is it not to your liking?"
>"No, it's good..."
<"Then drink."
>You felt shivers as she said that
>What was going on here?
>You nervously took another gulp from the tea
>Abigail put the tray down on your desk and resumed her stare
<"Finish it."
>"Thanks, I like to take my time."
<"Finish it."
>What the hell was going on
>You put the tea down
>Just when you want to ask Abigail what she thought she was doing your vision blurred and turned black
>....
>you feel some tickling on your chest
>Fingers. Someone is tickling your chest
>You try to move, only to find yourself bound
>lying on your back, your arms bound above your head
>you're lying spread-eagled on your bed, your limbs bound tight by rope
>"What the f-"
<"Ahh, awake." Abigails voice calls next to you
>You're wearing nothing but your underwear, and the same counts for Abigail who is crawled up against you
<"Master... my master. Anon... Ymous..."
>"What the hell do you think you're doing, Abigail?!"
>Abigail takes a pause, and grins
<"Returning the favor, dearest master."
<"You treated me as a thing, so I am returning the favor. You treated me as a robot, diligently cooking and cleaning for you, listening to your days... Yet it is but once that you thanked me. You never asked how my day was, how I felt. What I want... You treated me as a robot, so I'll treat you as my precious little dakimakura." she softly whipsers, as she continues playing with your chest hair
>You fought against your restraints
<"It's no use.... Those muscles may be pretty strong, but they're not going to so much as damage that rope, let alone the bed."
>Abigail whispers into your ear
<"Accept it. Lie down like a good boy and rejoice as I take what you've so long refused to give me. What you've teased me with~"
<"Maybe this was your end-game all along? For Abigail to finally.... snap. And tie you up, punish you?"
<"The grin from her face fades"
<"Well..." Abigail begins to sniffle
<"Too bad. I'm not going to hurt you. Just stay still."
>tears stream down Abigails face as she rests her head against your chest
>minutes go by, Abigail's quiet sobbing the only thing you can hear in the dark room
>"Abigail..."
>no response
>"Abigail?"
<"What?"
>"I'm sorry."
<"Hahaha...."
>"I'm sorry, please."
<"That's because you got nowhere to go. If you weren't tied up, you'd accept my every service without gratitude again and again and again."
<"You're not sorry. You just want me to let you go."
>"No, I am sorry. I've been feeling like a piece of shit for a long time now. At first I was feeling terrible thanks to my work, and I took it out on you. But when that was over, I realized how I treated you. I don't deserve your food, your attention or any of your kindness. I thought... I can't make any of this up to you, so I wanted you to realize you could easily do better and find someon else welcome every night to their home, someone else who'd appreciate you and ask you how you were. Who'd care for you."
>quiet
>the only thing I heard was Abigail's soft breathing
<"You don't hate me?"
>"I don't hate you. I was upset at first about how I seemingly no say in the matter, but that was just a lie. If I truly didn't want you in my house, I'd have thrown you out more than just once. I've.. I've made use of you and abused you. Find someone who won't treat you like I have."
>Hesitantly, Abigail goes back to playing with your chest hair
>You lie there for what feels like hours
<"You'll never-"
>"I'll never do any such thing again, but you-"
<"I'm not leaving shit house if you don't ever do that to me again... but regardless..."
<"You're gonna have to make up for this"
>"Make up for this?"
<"Maybe... For starters, you're going nowhere for the next few hours."
**work in progress**