I woke up early the next morning, as I usually do. The sky was still misty, and Irene still slept, small, cute snores creeping up now and then. I kissed her on the head, then got out of bed, morning wood waving. I ignored it as I slipped into comfortable underwear, blue basketball shorts, and a lighter blue t-shirt. Then, I went into the kitchen to make breakfast for Irene and me.

As I beat the eggs for her omelet, I mused. It would be wrong to keep Irene. I had grown attached to some of the other slaves, indeed, I still kept in contact with a few. But with Irene, I felt a love, an attachment different and more wondrous than the others. Also, Irene had grown the closest to me in the quickest time, and seemed to be the most vulnerable, and-My train of thought was cut off by a wail from the bedroom we slept in. Irene's cry of distress cut me to the core, and I almost dropped the bowl I was using in my haste to get to her.

As it was, I almost threw it onto the counter as I ran, no, sprinted out of the kitchen, through the living room, down the hallway, second door on the right.

Irene was alone, thank God. She was sitting up in bed, no concept of modesty, the crumpled blanket barely hiding her bald pussy. She sat there, wailing her lungs out, tears streaming for her eyes, but she stopped when she saw me.

"J-Jim?" she stuttered in disbelief. "Is that you?"

I swiftly walked over to her, sat on the bed beside her, and wrapped my arms around her, ignoring the blatant view I got of her tiny pussy and flat chest. I hugged her close for a few seconds, where she simply stared at me in doubt, then buried her face into my chest.

Irene sobbed for a bit. I still didn't know why, but I didn't want to ask until she was a bit more stable. I didn't have to ask. She pulled her face away from my chest. Her eyes still streamed tears, but they were hopeful now, and happy. She had stopped sobbing.

"I thought...I thought you had left me, that you didn't want me anymore. I thought you were gone. I missed you, I thought you had left me. Please, Jim, don't ever leave me!"

I kissed her gently on the nose.

"Silly girl, I would never leave you." As soon as I said it, I knew it to be true. No matter what I had to do, no matter what hoops I had to jump through, this girl was mine. I could not tell who was more addicted to the other; her or me?

Irene giggled when I called her 'silly girl'.

"Who's silly?" she demanded with a smile. "I'm not the one getting up so early in the morning!"

"Well, you should've. We're going somewhere today."

The smile slid off her face, and she adopted the scared, wide eyed, almost emotionless mask she had when she came here.

"Out...outside?" Her voice was barely a whisper. I hugged her closer, pressed her chest against mine. She welcomed it, pushing closer.

"I don't want to go...outside. It's scary. There's bad people there."

I kissed her again, on the lips. She attempted to chase me with her tongue as we parted.

"Yes...outside. Don't worry, it's not half as bad as you think it is, not in this neighborhood.

We'll go make you some friends. Who knows, you might find people you like more than me!"

Irene fixed me with a glare that would have fallen presidents.

"Now who's being silly? Silly man! There's no one, ever, that I could like more than you. Drive this through your head; I love you. I am addicted to you. I need you in my life! Who else would let me do this?"

That girl has magic with clothing. Around her, it seems to fly off. She tore my basketball shorts down, and let the erection bop her on the nose. She guided it to her lips, and her Asian eyes locked onto mine. Then, still staring at me sensually, she moved down my cock, and, as she hit bottom and I went halfway down her throat, she let out a sigh.

I played with her hair as she bobbed up and down, arranging it, combing it back. No matter what I did with it, it looked perfect for her. Our eyes never left each other's, and our linked love never wavered, not even when I jetted into her mouth. She swallowed, and that was it.

Slowly, she moved her mouth off my cock. I felt her tongue lick the tip clean, and, when it popped out of her mouth, it was as clean, if a bit wetter, than when it went in. We kept our eyes locked for a few more moments, then she lunged forward and gave me a great, big, slobbery kiss on the lips.

I didn't care about the taste of my own cum as our tongues thrashed. This was Irene, her smell, the feel of her body, the way she twisted as I pinched her rock hard nipples. I would do anything for a kiss, for a look, for a taste, a glance at that sexy seven year old body. Age no longer mattered on that blessed bed as we connected. I very reluctantly pushed her off of me, onto the back, breaking our kiss. I aimed my kiss at a different area of her body.

She shuddered and gasped as I began to kiss and lick her pussy. My fingers joined my tongue, playing with the small crack that hid her treasures. Irene touched her clit herself, that sensitive area. Her fingers circled around it for a bit before actually rubbing it, and her stomach tensed when she did. I went for her g-spot, that one point in her pussy that would make her thrash, make her scream my name.

I found it with my middle finger buried deep in her. Her eyes widened. "Oh...oh yes! Yes sir! Right there! Give it to me Jim! Right there!" I did, wiggling my finger back and forth even as I brought it in and out. Her eyes glazed as her she jerked back and forth, consumed by the pleasure. Her hand fell off her clit, and my hand took its place. I was rougher than she had been, but she made no comment, merely moaning.

I was barely able to feel her cum before the small bit of juice spurted out and onto the bed. I caught the second in my mouth (didn't swallow, though), but let the third go. Irene shivered as she hoisted herself back up, and looked at me.

"That was...the best." She gave me a weak grin as she collapsed back onto the bed.

Irene opened her mouth so she could drink the clear fluid that came out of my mouth. She licked her lips afterwards, saying "Mmmm...we need to do this more often. From you, anything tastes good."

I laughed at that.

"Put on some clothes," I ordered, pulling my shorts back on. I went back to the kitchen to make the food.

She came out just as I finished her omelet with peppers and onions and chunks of ham. I poured her a glass of orange juice as she sat down in the wooden chair.

"Fo' me?" she asked as she grinned.

I had wondered why she had taken so long, but now I knew. Her clothes suited her perfectly. A pure white t-shirt, not so close hugging as to be slutty, but just close enough to be revealing, when she stretched, you could see just the bare bit of her stomach. Her booty shorts left her clean, slim legs totally uncovered, and she unconsciously posed for me as she sat down and stretched.

"Yes, silly girl, fo' you. And may I say you look very pretty today." She blushed, but hid it as she shoveled food into her mouth with the fork, washing her huge bites down with gulps of orange juice.

She attempted to ask me something, as I cooked my omelet.

"Slow down, Irene," I said with a laugh. "I'll make you another if you want it."

She finished chewing and swallowed. "No, I just wanted to know if you made these all yourself."

"Yes...what, are they not good?" I adopted a hurt expression.

Irene giggled. "No, I was just thinking that when we get married, you can do all the cooking."

I nearly dropped my pan. I had considered having her around forever, but never how. As a daughter, albeit one with sex? As a partner, forever in love? As a wife, linked legally? I did not know, and, for now, avoided the subject.

"Well, you better eat up now, we're going places today! Don't worry, it's not going to be bad or anything." Her grin never faded.

"Ok Jim, I trust you!" She turned back to the omelet, now a sad ghost of its former self.

We went to the park and pool near my house. It was quite big, with a large community pool, a two playgrounds (one for the older kids, one for the younger), and several baseball and soccer fields. A large community center was in the middle of it all, and it had several multipurpose rooms as well as basketball courts. Irene goggled at the park, but made no move toward it, instead clinging to me as if I was her last breath.

As we approached, a group of girls and boys, playing castle on the playground, it looked like, stopped and rushed toward me. A chorus of voices: "Jim!"

Their parents looked over, afraid for a few seconds, then relaxed when they saw it was me. A few shot me a smile. "Hi guys! How're you doing?"

I got a few rapid machine gun answers as they attempted to tell me, all at once, what had happened during the week (it was Sunday today, I had forgot to mention). I smiled.

"Slow down people, one at a time." They giggled collectively.

"Who's this?" a girl named Abigail demanded, looking at Irene, who had, up until then, successfully hidden behind me. She was a blonde haired, blue eyed beauty, twelve, I believe, and tall and slim. Still hadn't hit puberty yet, I noted. Abigail was the leader of the troupe, but not a bad one at that. She tended to be kind and fair, even losing purposefully, which I knew was difficult to do at that age.

"That's Irene, my new niece." We referred to the kids I rehabilitated as nieces, just to make it easy. Irene offered no protest, just stared at the group of kids with fear and apprehension. Abigail had dealt with my "nieces" before, however, and successfully too.

Abigail marched over to Irene, and took her hand.

"C'mon, I think you're pretty. You can be the servant girl who's actually a princess. Let's go!" She tugged on Irene's hand when Irene seemed glued to me.

Irene looked up to me, scared.

"Well? Go on, go! They made you a princess, now act like one!" Irene smiled, then quickly hid it as she was dragged off to be captured by a knight, no wait, serving the king, no wait, evil stepsisters...

I went over to the parents, and we talked. I was quite the leading figure among children in this community, apparently, due to my magnetism. We talked of kids and books and the weather, and I kept a close eye on Irene. She came out of her shell almost magically with the others, being a blushing, humble princess in their games. She seemed to especially connect with Abigail.

Soon, Irene ran over to me, along with Abigail and her troupe. "I wanna go swimming!"

"So do I!"

"Me too!"

"Let's go!"

Children went to their respective parents, begging for swimsuits or the possibility of going to the pool. We (the adults) talked about it, and agreed that I would be the lifeguard/watcher for the children, in exchange for a loan of a swimsuit. I heard the same cautions that I had heard before ("Charlie can't have peanuts." "Don't let Callie swim in the deep end, she's too young!"), and off we went.

They all changed, and soon, were swimming like pros. Apparently, Irene had learned how to swim before, in her old master's house. She looked extremely sexy in a tight fitting purple swimsuit, and struck quite the figure with Abigail, who dressed in a cute green bikini.

I played with them for a bit, setting up games like "Marco Polo". I'm pretty sure the groping was accidental. Well, most of it anyways.

After a bit, they had their own games and fantasies, and I borrowed a Dresden Files book from a friend and sat down to read. I was getting to a good climax part, when, suddenly, I heard frightened yells from the pool.

"Abigail!"

"Oh no!"

"She's drowning!"

"What should we do?"

I looked up from the book. Abigail, who had been a good swimmer, was indeed drowning, hands thrashing frantically above water. Shit. Dropping the book on the chair, I dove in the pool, barely missing Irene by a few inches. I easily swam to where Abigail was struggling, and hauled her out, shoving her on the pool deck.

Luckily, she didn't need CPR, but she did vomit out quite a bit of water, some directly onto me. I ignored it, pounding her back to make sure it was all gone. She gasped as she spoke.

"Marco...Polo...guy got me...between legs... panicked... cramped... couldn't breathe... thank you." She kissed me, a chaste kiss, directly on the lips. Well, at the time it seemed chaste; later on, I would learn it was anything but. Boys glared at me jealously, but were appeased when I raised my hands in a gesture of surrender.

The rest of the day passed nicely. I bought them food, hot dogs, from a vendor, and we had a good, messy lunch. They swam a bit more, got bored of that, went back to the playground. Some left, came back, left again. Parents thanked me, offered me money, which I respectfully declined. Good standing was money enough. Eventually, it was only Abigail and Irene, at the end of the day, the sun beginning to set. Even Abigail left, blonde hair still wet, on her bike, waving back to Irene.

And so I took Irene back to the house. Halfway there, she jumped on my back, and babbled about her day in what seemed to be fifty different trains of thought. She smelled of chlorine and sand and sweat, but most importantly, her, a female, girly smell, one that I could recognize even if I were blind. And I loved it.

We got back home. I ordered Irene to take a shower; she was filthy, sand in her hair, dried sweat, white shirt now a sad gray. She complied, stripping down to nothing as soon as we got home. But she wouldn't take a shower just yet, not even to wash that slender, sexy body, that long, luscious hair.

"You gotta come with me. You're dirty too." She grinned as she said those words.

"I just sat there all day, watching you, silly girl. How can I be dirty?" I put on a mock frown.

Her smile went even wider.

"You're not dirty down here," she motioned to her body, and, more specifically, her pussy, "but up here." She pointed to her head.

"And I'm gonna cure that for you...in the shower. Don't be late!" She smiled as she skipped off.

Well, she had me hooked. My cock pointed to her like a compass needle. Sighing, I prepared dinner as quickly as I could (fish with bell peppers and fresh rolls, made from frozen dough), and quickly walked after her.

When I went into the bathroom, the shower was going, and Irene was wet, but she sat on the counter of the sink, our toothbrushes in her pussy, head first. She moaned as she brushed her pussy, and noticed me only after a few minutes. A sheepish glance was hidden by her mock angry one, as she hopped off the sinks and stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at me.

"You're late."

"I had to make dinner. And next time, you could be more menacing without these." I pulled the toothbrushes out with a pop, and put them back on the counter. "Now, about that shower..."

I got into the warm running water. It felt amazing, rinsing away the dirt and the grime of a whole day. I almost didn't notice Irene getting in with me, didn't notice her tugging at my hard cock in a delicious handjob/blowjob. I noticed when she pushed her finger against my ass though, and looked up at me innocently.

"That's dirty too, you know," she informed me.

"Yeah, but it doesn't need you to clean it!" I retorted. She pulled away.

"Fine, be that way," she said demurely.

Her tongue felt amazing, running over the ridges of my hard cock as her hands played with my balls and my shaft. She especially liked swirling it around the tip of my cock, and I liked that too. It was like that when I came, and the first spurts went onto her cheek and nose, while the rest, she swallowed with amazing suction.

She washed her face off in the shower jet, and I turned it off. I got out and toweled off, expecting her to do the same. Irene simply looked at me, head cocked.

"You haven't cleaned here, yet." She peeled open her pussy, revealing the clamshell pink inside.

"I think the brushes did that well enough." I quipped.

She shook her head. "No, you gotta clean me very, very well, otherwise, I'm not gonna eat." She thrust her chin up in defiance, although I doubt anything could prevent this voracious little beast from eating. Still, better not to take risks.

Irene hopped out of the tub and lay on the bathroom carpet on her back, legs in the air, pussy spread. I was about to abandon all higher thinking and fuck her, but then I remembered something.

"Yesterday...didn't you say you were too tight for me? Or that you couldn't fit me in your pussy yet at least?"

She pouted. "I practiced today. Abigail helped me, in the bathroom. She put her finger in me and massaged around, and I grew a lot softer. I think I can fit you now."

"Abigail?" I thought she was a good girl, an innocent girl. Hmmm...

"Yes, Abigail. But don't think about her, silly, think about me! Stick it in me! Right now!" she commanded.

So I did. I pushed the head in, and she was easily able to take that. I heard her moan and groan as I pushed deeper and deeper, but I stopped at about half-cock. It felt like I was going to need to penetrate concrete to go any deeper. She noticed me stop.

"Hey! You're not all the way in yet!" she managed to get through clenched teeth.

"I don't think this is a very good idea. It looks like you can't take it any- WHOAH." That last bit was because she thrust herself upon me, ignoring pain, ignoring everything to get me as deep as possible. And it worked. She pushed through to the last tiny bit of my cock, but at a high cost.

Irene was almost foaming at the mouth when her arms collapsed, and I barely caught her. "Irene?" I whispered gently.

"Irene?" Her eyes opened weakly, and they flew to the barely last bit of my cock that had not entered her.

"Just a bit deeper..." she muttered.

Sighing, I did it for her. She smiled dreamily as she fondled my balls, which touched her ass. "Look, Jim. We did it." "Yes, yes we did." I smiled at her.

Her happiness grew a bit less dreamy.

"Now move!" she ordered. "I want to feel you, Jim. I want to feel you deep inside me, everywhere. I want to drink your cum. I'm addicted to you."

So I moved. Slowly, oh so slowly at first, and she did not protest. We eventually moved faster and faster, and I was able to carry on at a good speed with her, her pussy, although still tight, yielding to my thrusts. She diddled her clit as we fucked, and I saw her bit her lower lip in anticipation of the grand climax.

And it was grand. I blasted inside her, doubling over with the pure power of it. She also flailed as she came, and we were linked at two places, mouth and genitals, as we both came strongly. I filled her immature pussy up, so far that she began to leak a combination of her cum and my cum. We lay like that, me on top of her, for a little while, before I got up to go eat.

"Get dressed." I told Irene. She simply stuck her tongue out at me.

She got dressed, but only panties. I told her to get more on, but she did the same as before.

"It's your house, it's not like anyone's gonna see me. And besides, I can do this now." She shoved a hand inside her panties and began to masturbate ferociously. I hastily told her to stop and eat.

We ate. She ate like she had before, a tiny beast, but I couldn't concentrate on the food, not with that chest, that body, that face, that girl before me. I ate, tasting nothing. My eyes devoured the image of Irene, the cute, naughty girl who had once seemed so untouchable.

She put her fork down with a satisfied burp, and we talked for a bit. I nearly spit out the water I was drinking when she informed me that Abigail loved me. Abby, as she called Abigail, really wanted me, but didn't know how to approach me. I said I hoped she didn't, as her mother was one of the most passionately strong women I knew.

We finished our conversation, and watched a bit of television, specifically, Big Bang Theory. Irene got all of the sexual innuendos, and laughed raucously at each one. I laughed when she laughed, reveling in the pure joy of it.

After the last one for the night, we brushed our teeth (Irene reminiscing how hard it was to get both brushes into her), and got ready for bed. I still slept with boxers and a t-shirt, but Irene slept with nothing. She cuddled up to me as she had before, but made no advances. I combed her hair with my fingers as we spoke in quiet whispers, our eyes closed.

"Do you really want to be with me forever?"

"Yes. Yes I do."