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Subject: {ASSM} The Eurasian, By Laura Lynn Davis F/F, Bondage.
Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2002 20:10:04 -0500
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The Eurasian, By Laura Lynn Davis F/F, Bondage.
Copyright 2002

	I didn't like to accept jobs that involve other women but I had no choice.  
I belonged to Fat Tony and I knew what would happen if I refused.  I had no 
desire to wind up in freezer, hanging from a meathook by my chin.

	My name is Katie Chen and I'm twenty-six years old.  Fat Tony bought me 
from a triad in a deal involving drugs.  I was eighteen and the triad threw 
me in to sweeten the deal.  By then, I'd been a triad whore for almost four 
years.  They'd gotten me from my father, to settle a gambling debt.  I spent 
three years as Fat Tony's sex slave before he discovered, quite by accident, 
that I was a crack shot with a pistol and had no qualms about killing 
people.

	So I went from nude slave to contract killer, a major step up in life no 
matter how you look at it.  Suddenly I was respected and feared.  Tony still 
fucked me occasionally but even he was kind of scared of me after a while.

	My father was Chinese, my mother Russian.  I'm a slender tomboy with 
Chinese features and my mother's height and beauty.  Seven years of whoring 
had left no outward signs.  I was still beautiful, still innocent looking 
but inside was a different matter - I could have kept a team of 
psychologists busy for years.  I hid everything behind a rigid mask of 
indifference.

	A year after my sudden change in status I was ordered to hit a woman who 
was causing some problems for Fat Tony.  She was a crusading politician, 
young and pretty and idealistic.  I refused.  I knew there'd be punishment 
but I also knew Fat Tony wouldn't have me killed.  Not then, anyway.

	The punishment came in the form of a tough African-American woman named 
Jill.  She was sitting on my front steps one morning when I got home from my 
run.  I nodded as I walked around, cooling down.  Then I unlocked the front 
door and she followed me inside.  "You know why I'm here, don't you?"

	I nodded. "Yes, I do."

	"It's just business.  Nothing personal."

	I shrugged.  "I understand.  I won't give you any trouble."

	She relaxed.  We both knew I could kill her in an instant.  And we both 
knew I wouldn't.  She just hadn't been *really* sure.  She smiled and looked 
around.  "Where shall we go?"

	"How about the basement?"

	"Perfect.  Take your clothes off and leave them here."

	She watched while I removed my clothes.  Then I led her down the hall to 
the basement door.  Once down there, I stood and waited.  When she took her 
clothes off I knew she was going to really hurt me, make me bleed.  She had 
a little bag with her, her tool bag.  She took out a length of rope, tied my 
wrists, and then pushed the end over a brace between two of the joists.  She 
pulled it so that I was forced up onto the tips of my toes.  Then she tied 
it off.

	Jill was a pro whose father had taught her to box.  She used me like a 
punching bag, concentrating on the softer parts of my body, my belly and 
lower back mostly.  She wore leather gloves to protect her hands.  Ten 
minutes later I was hanging limp, drenched with sweat, moaning in pain.  
She'd cracked a rib and it hurt to breathe.  I felt like one big bruise and 
I knew I'd piss blood for a couple of days.

	She grabbed a handful of hair and lifted my head.  She said, "Sorry, 
sugar."  She kissed me gently and then she punched me in the face twice, 
breaking my nose and splitting my lips.  But she wasn't done.  I screamed in 
agony as she worked my nipples and clit with a pair of pliers.  I passed 
out, screaming.

	When I regained consciousness I was stretched out on my own bed.  My 
nostrils were packed with cotton and I moaned when I took a deep breath.  
Big mistake.  Jill was sitting in the chair near the window, reading.  She 
glanced up and got to her feet when she realized I was awake.  She came over 
and sat down on the edge of the bed.  "You okay, sugar?"

	I nodded and whispered, "Yes."

	She got up.  "Okay, then.  I just stayed to make sure.  I'll be going now."

	As she turned away I croaked, "Wait.  Don't go.  Stay the night."

	She turned.  "Are you sure?"

	I nodded.  "Yes, completely."

	She hesitated for a moment.  "Okay, I will."  I watched her undress.  She 
had a strong body, very muscular but still feminine.  She slipped into bed 
with me and I moaned when she kissed me.  "Sorry, sugar."

	"Don't be.  Just fuck me.  Please."

	She smiled and kissed me again.  The pain from my split lips made me moan 
but she ignored it.  A half-hour later I was drenched with sweat and I'd had 
two orgasms despite the pain.  We'd gone down on each other and she'd 
masturbated me.  Now she was strapping on a dildo.  "Roll over on your 
belly, sugar."

	I rolled over and stared at the wall.  I felt tears welling up when she 
spread my buttocks and lubricated my anus with K-Y jelly.    I'd taken it in 
the ass before but not often 'cause I hated it.  Fat Tony used it as a 
punishment.  She took her time lubricating me.  When she was done she leaned 
close and whispered, "Tony wants you to beg for it, bitch."

	I shook my head.  "No!"

	"Do I have to get my pliers?"

	I started to cry.  But I begged.  "Please, Jill.  Fuck me in my ass!  
Please, I want it in the ass, hard!.  Please!"  She slid the dildo into my 
ass and fucked me hard while I stared at the wall, sobbing.  Afterward, I 
fell asleep, still on my belly.  When I woke in the morning she was gone.  I 
never, ever, wanted to have her visit me again.

	The woman I'd refused to kill was murdered a few days later by Jimmy D., a 
sadistic bastard who worked for Fat Tony.  He took her out into the woods, 
raped her, and then nailed her to a tree before cutting her throat.  I spent 
an hour throwing up when I heard.  Fat Tony made sure I got the details.  He 
knew I'd feel guilty knowing that if I'd done the job she'd have had an easy 
death.
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	So when he ordered me to hit a young woman named Molly I just nodded and 
took down the information as he reeled it off.  She was twenty, a sophomore 
at the state university, and her older brother was paying for the hit.  So 
he wouldn't have to share their father's estate with her.  The picture he 
supplied showed a pretty blonde with a wide smile.

	Her brother gave her a tiny allowance so she had to work to make ends meet. 
  I scouted the campus and decided to pose as a professional photographer.  
She was working as a waitress in a pizza restaurant just off campus.

	I went there for dinner one night and the first thing that hit me was the 
heat.  It was December, and very cold, but the head was cranked up higher 
than it needed to be.  I was why a few moments later.  The waitresses were 
all young, attractive college girls wearing very skimpy uniforms - 
sleeveless little cropped tops that showed of their flat, firm stomachs, 
short skirts that barely covered their butts, and running shoes.  Their legs 
were bare.

	I hung my parka up and found myself wishing I hadn't worn a heavy sweater.  
A smiling hostess seated me at table in the back, against the wall.  It 
wasn't one of Molly's tables but that was okay.  It would give me a chance 
to study her.  I'd come back as many times as necessary to make contact.

	The girl who waited on me was a slim redhead with big green eyes and a 
pretty smile.  Her complexion was pale and perfect, not a freckle to be 
seen.  I ordered a small pizza with pepperoni and anchovies and a Diet Coke. 
  The redhead, Kathy according to her name tag, wrinkled her nose and said, 
"God, how can you eat those things?"  The she said, "Whoops.  I shouldn't 
have said that."

	I smiled and said, "No big deal.  I hear that all the time."  She left and 
returned a couple of minutes later with my soda.  I took a sip and glanced 
around.  Molly wasn't hard to spot.  Her pale blonde hair was like a beacon 
and she was the tallest girl in the room, a good 5' 10" or more.  Her 
picture hadn't done her justice - she was stunningly beautiful and I 
wondered why she wasn't in New York, making a fortune modeling.

	It was hard not to stare at her but I managed.  I found her very attractive 
physically and the thought of killing her made me sick to my stomach.  But 
then so did the thought of hanging from a meat hook, nude, my wrists and 
ankles bound with barbed wire - one of Tony's favorite things.  He carried a 
little pocket propane torch with him and I knew he'd have some fun with it 
before he turned out the lights and left me to die in the dark, screaming.  
I shivered at the thought of feeling that blue flame play over my nipples 
and clit while I screamed and begged.

	As I studied Molly I realized that she was the Alpha female among the 
waitresses.  But she wasn't arrogant, not in the least.  I knew she was an 
athlete and it showed in her confident manner and her long, athletic stride. 
  She had a smile and a word for everyone and the other girls obviously 
liked her.  I watched her talking with Kathy, for a moment.  When she 
touched Kathy on the arm, the redhead's whole face as she smiled up at the 
taller girl.  I felt it briefly when she walked past my table, smiled, and 
said, "Hi."

	The pizza was good and I enjoyed it.  Not as much as I enjoyed looking at 
Molly's long, coltish legs, but it was good.  I took what was left with me 
and left Kathy a generous tip.  Not generous enough for her to remember me 
for more than a couple of days.  When Kathy brought the check I casually 
asked her if she'd ever done any modeling.  I explained that I was 
photographer and always on the lookout for new models.  I gave her a card 
with a name - Hanna Jenkins - and a 1-800 number that would ring in an 
office in a building owned by Fat Tony, and asked her to call if she was 
interested.  The answering machine would pick up and play the message I'd 
recorded to back up my story.

	With the seed planted, I picked up the pizza box and left.  I skipped the 
next night and when I returned on the third night I was seated at a table in 
Molly's area.  Her long, bare legs teased me as she came to take my order.  
I noticed that her thighs were showing that telltale whitish look of dry 
skin.

	She took my order and turned away after flashing a dazzling smile.  My 
order was the same as it had been the first night and it was just as good.  
We chatted for a moment when she brought the pizza - I asked what sports she 
played and she said,  "None, now.  I don't have time.  But I used to play 
soccer, basketball, and softball."

	I knew she'd been a good athlete at the high school level but not good 
enough to be offered a scholarship.  She'd taken the disappointment in 
stride and had played club sports during her freshman year.  But she'd had 
to quit when her bother cut her allowance in order to pay his gambling 
debts.  I caught a slight trace of bitterness in her voice.  "How about you? 
  What do you do?"

	I shrugged.  "I'm a photographer.  Just a working girl."  When I didn't say 
anything else she smiled and left.  A while later I saw her looking at me as 
if puzzled about something.  Obviously Kathy had talked to her and she was 
wondering why I hadn't asked her about modeling.  Especially since she was 
obviously the most beautiful girl in the restaurant.  The hook was set.

	The next time she came to the table her whole attitude had changed and it 
took me a moment to figure out that she was flirting with me.  She pushed 
her knee against my leg while she found my check.  I was stunned!  I walked 
out in a daze and barely avoided bumping into a couple that were just coming 
in.

	This time I skipped two nights and when I went back I was seated in Kathy's 
area.  I put my order in and when she bought my Diet Coke I asked her to 
tell Molly that I'd like to speak to her for a moment.  I saw her deliver 
the message and I saw Molly's chin come up.  She flashed me a look of 
disdain and turned away.  But she came over a few minutes later and said, 
"What?"

	I smiled and asked her if she was interested in modeling.  She shrugged.  
"How much does it pay?"

	"One-hundred dollars an hour, four hour minimum."

	She smiled.  "I won't pose nude."

	"Good.  I don't do nudes."  We talked and I arranged to pick her up on 
Sunday morning at 6:00 a.m.  She took one of my cards and I knew she'd call 
the number before I left the restaurant.

	I picked her up outside her dorm at 6:00 a.m.  She had a friend with her 
and the friend wrote down my plate number.  I didn't mind because the plate 
was bogus and the card would be cut up for parts before the day was over.

	Molly was wear a parka over a sweater, jeans, and hiking boots.  I'd told 
her that I wanted some outdoor pictures.  I drove out to a location in the 
hills that I'd scouted for several days.  It was a popular place with 
fishermen during the season but was totally deserted in the winter.  I 
parked the car, grabbed my 'camera' bag and we hiked up to a small flat area 
on the side of a hill.

	When we got there I put my bag down and pulled out the silenced .22 that 
I'd brought with me.  Molly was standing a dozen feet away, her back to me.  
I waited until she turned and saw the gun.  Her eyes widened and she said, 
"Shit, I never thought he'd send a woman!"

	I shrugged.  "Please take off your clothes."

	She shook her head stubbornly.  "I told you, I don't do nude."

	I had to admire her courage.  "I can shoot you in the knee and then strip 
you.  But it would be easier if you just go ahead and take your damn clothes 
off."

	She stared at me in silence for a moment and then she unzipped her parka.  
I watched as she slowly removed her clothes.  Her body was as beautiful as 
I'd imagined.  Her pert, pink nipples hardened into little points as soon as 
the cold air hit them.  When she was finished I said, "Turn around and kneel 
down."

	She turned and got down on her knees.  As I approached she turned and said, 
"Let's get it over with.  I'm freezing."

	She turned away and bowed her head.  Then she reached back and held her 
ponytail out of the way.  I let the silencer rest against the back of her 
head.  She was shivering from the cold but I didn't think she was scared.  
She waited to die, not begging, not crying, not even a whimper.

	I took a deep breath and shouted, "FUCK!"  Then I tossed the gun down and 
walked away.  I sat down on a rock and watched her.

	She stayed on her knees for a moment and then she picked up the gun, got to 
her feet, and turned to face me.  I thought she'd shoot me 'cause she was 
mad.  She stalked over to me and said, "You made me take my clothes off and 
freeze my ass for nothing!"

	I shrugged.  "I couldn't do it.  So sue me.  Or shoot me."

	She dropped the gun in my lap.  "Hold onto this while I get dressed."  As 
she walked away I heard her muttering.  She was mad, damn mad.  She put her 
clothes on and we walked back to the car.  I started the engine and cranked 
the heater up to its highest setting. Then I gave her the .22 and said, 
"Here, just in case you do decide to shoot me."

	She was still shivering.  "Fuck you, bitch.  I'm not going to shoot you and 
you know it."  A smile at the end took the sting out of her words.

	"It might be better if you did."  And I told her about Fat Tony and what 
he'd do to me when he heard.

	"Fuck Fat Tony, whoever he is, and fuck my brother too."

	I slapped her and said, "Watch your mouth.  Swearing makes you seem crude."

	She stared at me in silence for a moment and then dissolved in tears.  I 
put my arms around her and held her while she cried.  Later, between 
hiccups, she stammered, "It's really funny.  You were going to kill me but 
you slap me for swearing."

	I took a deep breath and said, "No, I was never going to kill you.  Not 
after meeting you.  But I did want to see you naked."

	She slapped me.  Hard.  She's a strong girl and it hurt.  We stared at each 
other in silence and then she said, "What the fu ... what are we going to do 
now?"

	"What do you mean we?  You're out of it.  I'm going to go and shoot your 
bother and then Fat Tony if I'm lucky.  Otherwise it's the meat hook for 
me."

	She smiled.  "Don't be stupid.  I'm not out of it.  You've screwed my life 
up but now you're mine and you'll do what I tell you."  She crossed her arms 
and stared at me, daring me to contradict her.

	I didn't even try.  I knew when I was beat.  I put the car in gear and we 
drove back to the campus.  The restaurant was closed on Sunday so she was 
off.  I picked her up that night at 7:00 and took her to dinner and then to 
a movie.

	On Monday, she told her room mate she had to leave to attend to some family 
business.  It was almost Christmas break and she was only going to miss a 
couple of classes.  We drove into the city and I got a room at the Plaza.  
Molly headed straight for the bathroom and I heard the water running in the 
tub.  I told her I was going to get a paper.  She came out, naked, and said, 
"Get me some gum, please."

	I shook my head.  "Don't you have the slightest trace of modesty?"

	She stuck her tongue out.  "You've seen me naked already.  Just get me the 
damn gum."

	I walked out, shaking my head.  I got the paper and three packs of Dentyne. 
  Do you know what they charge for gum at the Plaza?  It's robbery.  I sat 
down to read the paper and a moment later I was on my feet, headed for the 
bathroom.  Molly glanced up as I came through the door.  "Where's my gum?"

	"Forge the gum.  Read this.  Your brother's dead, killed in an accident."

	She read the article twice and then tossed the paper aside.  "We used to be 
close when we were kids.  Then he started gambling and everything changed."  
She began to cry.  When I took a step toward her she waved her hand.  "Go 
away and leave me alone for a while."

	I turned and walked out.  I sat on the sofa and closed my eyes.  I must 
have dozed off because I didn't hear her come out of the bathroom.  She 
touched my knee and I jumped.  "Shit!  Don't do that!  You'll give me a 
fuckin' heart attached."

	She slapped me.  "Don't swear.  I'm a good Catholic girl."

	She was naked and she was pissed and suddenly I was in love.  Totally and 
completely.  I nodded and whispered, "Sorry."

	She nodded.  "Good."  She turned away and opened her small suitcase.

	"I love you."  My voice was soft and at first I thought she didn't hear me.

	She straightened up and turned.  "What did you say?"

	"I said I love you."

	She grinned.  "I thought that's what you said.  Good!  Let's go see Fat 
Tony."  She slipped into a bra while I stared at her in horror.

	"Not a good idea.  Not at all."

	She paused as she was stepping into her panties.  "It's a great idea.  I'm 
worth close to $200 million dollars now.  Fat Tony's going to have to deal 
with me.  Call someone you know and tell them that I'll pay a million 
dollars to the person who kills Fat Tony if he harms a hair on your head."

	I made a call from a pay phone a block from the hotel.  The person I talked 
to wanted to talk to Molly.  He talked to her for a moment and then she 
handed the phone back.  "Stay there.  I'll call you back in a few minutes.  
What's the number?"

	He called back a few minutes later.  "She checks out.  It's all set.  The 
word is out."

	I told Molly as we walked back to the hotel.  She nodded.  "Good.  Tomorrow 
we'll see my lawyer and then Fat Tony."

	I stared at our reflections in the mirror as the elevator carried us up to 
our floor.  I had to admit that we made a striking couple.  Molly backed me 
up against the wall and tried to kiss me but I turned my head.  "We need to 
talk first."

	When we got to the room I sat down on the sofa and Molly sat next to me.  I 
stared straight ahead as I told her the whole story - the triad, the 
whoring, my years as Fat Tony's sex slave, and the murders I'd committed.  I 
concluded by saying, "So you can see I'm not fit company for decent people, 
especially a nice Catholic girl like you."

	She stood up and the next thing I knew she had a good grip on my collar and 
I was hoisted into the air.  The girl was *strong*.  She slapped me across 
the face, twice, and then shook me.  "Listen to me and listen good.  You're 
mine now!  I meant what I said back there in the hills."  She shook me 
again.  "You .... are .... mine!  Got that?"

	I nodded.  She smiled and put me down.  "Good.  Get your clothes off and 
get your butt into bed.  Move."  She slapped me on the butt and I ran.

	I was sitting cross-legged on the bed, naked, when she came in.  She smiled 
and while she undressed she told me that I was the cutest thing she'd ever 
seen.  "But I was pissed when you asked Kathy to model and didn't ask me."

	She sat down and put her arms around me.  I burst into tears.  "How can you 
love me?  I'm a whore and a murderer!"

	She sighed and pulled me across her lap.  A few moments later I was howling 
in pain as she spanked me.  I cried and whimpered and finally I turned my 
head and whispered, "Please, stop.  I'll be good."

	She stopped immediately  She rubbed my sore butt gently.  "I don' want to 
hear any more crap about who or what you are.  As far as I'm concerned you 
were born a minute before you walked into the restaurant."  She paused and 
chuckled.  "I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you.  I was pissed when 
Gwen sat you at one of Kathy's tables.  Then, when you asked her to model I 
was so mad I couldn't see straight.  I wanted to scratch her eyes out."

	I turned and looked over my shoulder.  "You hid it well."

	She smiled.  "It's a talent that rich girls learn."

	Then she picked me up, sat me down on her lap, and proceeded to fondle me 
until I was sopping wet.  Then she fucked my brains out.  We went at each 
other like animals and for an hour all anyone would have heard was grunts, 
moans, and whispered suggestions.  And an occasional scream as one or the 
other of us reached orgasm.  Finally, drenched with sweat, we cuddled in 
each other's arms and fell asleep.

	I didn't wake up until she slapped me on the butt and said, "Time to get 
moving, Katie."  I grumbled but I sat up and let her lead me into the 
bathroom.  We showered together but there was no time for sex.

	Her lawyer's office was a brisk walk from the Plaza but we rode over in the 
limousine Molly had hired.  His receptionist said we'd have to wait until 
she found out if Mr. Sloan had time to see us.  We walked past and when the 
receptionist protested, Molly smiled sweetly and said, "Blow me."

	I caught up with her in the hallway leading to Sloan's office.  "I thought 
you were a nice Catholic girl?"

	Her glance was frosty.  "I am but I'm not in the mood to take any crap from 
anyone.  And that includes you."

	I grabbed her arm and she stopped.  "You bitch!  You knew all the time that 
I wasn't going to kill you.  Didn't you?  So why you'd take your clothes off 
like that?"

	She smiled that sweet smile again.  "I wasn't *completely* sure but I 
figured if you saw me naked you wouldn't be able to go through with it."  
She pulled her arm away and continued walking.

	She swept into Sloan's office and held up a hand to silence him. "Cut the 
crap.  You knew what my brother was doing and you went along with it because 
he held the purse strings.  Well I hold them now and you'd better dance to 
my tune or I'll find another lawyer.  Got that?"  He nodded.  "Good.  Now 
here's what I want you to do."

	An hour later we left his office.  He had a set of written instructions and 
a cashier's check for one million dollars.  Molly had another check for 
$200,000 and one for $135,000.  On the way to Fat Tony's I asked her why she 
didn't fire Sloan.

	"He's been the family lawyer for ages and he's good.  He just needs to be 
reminded who's the boss."

	We swept into Fat Tony's office with the same brisk pace.  He looked up and 
said, "What the fuck?  What's going on, Katie?"

	Molly smile was as sweet as ever.  "Shut up and listen, you fat fuck.  I'm 
Molly Spencer and you're dealing with me, not Katie."  She showed him a 
Xerox copy of the check and the instructions she'd left with Sloan.  While 
he read the letter she stood there tapping her foot.  When he was done she 
leaned over the desk and hissed, "So, now you know.  If anyone even musses 
her hair you a dead man.  They'll butcher you like a hog for a million 
dollars."

	She straightened up and put her arm around my shoulders.  "She's mine now.  
Fuck with her and you won't live long enough to regret it.  Do you 
understand me?"

	Tony nodded, his face ashen.  "I can't hear you.  Do you understand me?"

	Tony licked his lips.  "Yes.  I understand."

	"Good.  She threw the $200,000 check down on the desk.  "This is to 
reimburse you for the fee you lost."  Then she threw down the other check.  
"This should cover my brother's gambling debt.  Make sure it gets into the 
right hands."

	She glanced at me and winked.  "Are we square, Mr. D.?"

	Fat Tony nodded.  "We're square, Ms. Spencer."

	Molly smiled and nodded and the turned and headed for the door.  Phil, 
Tony's bodyguard opened it and stepped aside.  When we were outside I 
glanced up at Molly.  "I thought ..."

	She cut me off.  "I know.  I *am* a nice Catholic girl.  But I'm a tough 
nice Catholic girl."  She took a deep breath.  "And I was scared shitless in 
there."

	We got into the back seat of the rented limo and collapsed, laughing 
hysterically.  When I finally caught my breath I asked, "What now?"

	"Right now we're going back to the Plaza and I'm going to fuck your brains 
out again.  Long term, I'm going back to school and you're going to find a 
house to rent near the campus."

	She pushed a button and spoke to the driver.  "Take us back to the Plaza 
but first I want you to stop at a good fetish shop.  I need a collar for my 
bitch."

	In the shop, I stood quietly while she found a collar that she liked and a 
few other toys.  She ignored my pleading look when she picked out an enema 
bag.  She locked the collar around my neck and said, "There, now you're 
definitely mine.  Any objections?"  I shook my head and she paid the smiling 
clerk.  We walked out holding hands.

	Back in the limo I asked if she intended the enema bag for me.  She nodded. 
  "Yes."

	I slumped back in my seat and pouted all the way back to the hotel.  Molly 
ignored me.  When we got to the room I locked the door and leaned against 
it.  "You're not giving me an enema."

	"Wanna bet?"

	She was fast and tough and too damn strong for me.  Twenty minutes later I 
was on my knees, naked and sobbing, promising I'd be good and do what I was 
told.  My ass was criss-crossed with welts where she spanked me with a 
leather strap.

	She took me into the bathroom and put me down on my belly on the cold tile. 
  She hummed a cheerful tune while she filled the enema bag with warm, soapy 
water.  I cried when she spread my buttocks and lubricated my anus.  "Don't 
be such a baby!"  She slide the nozzle into my ass and removed the clamp, 
allowing the warm water to flow into my rectum.

	I looked at her and whispered, "I hate having anything in me back there.  
Fat Tony used to punish me by having be fucked in my ass!  I had to beg for 
it."

	She wiped my tears away and bent to kiss me.  "I'm sorry, I didn't know. 
But that's all over."

	She gave me two enemas and then took me into the shower and bathed me with 
liquid soap and a bath sponge.  Then she dried me off and told me that I'd 
been cleansed and I was no longer the same girl I'd been before we met.

	She took me to bed and made love to me gently.  I pounded my fists on the 
mattress, whimpering in pleasure, as she explored my cunt with her tongue.  
When she touched my anus with the tip of her tongue I froze.  She continued 
to lick my anus until I screamed as I came.

	We napped and then made love again.  I massaged her with a Coco Butter 
moisturizer.  We sat and talked and made love again.  She smiled and ruffled 
my hair when I kissed her knees and told her that she was the most beautiful 
girl I'd ever seen.

	The next day we went to a well-known beauty salon and had our hair done.  
Then we went to spa and had the full treatment, including a full bikini wax 
for both of use.  We went out to dinner and then to a show and then back to 
bed.

	The next day we drove back to New England.  My days in New Jersey were 
over.  I found a house and Molly paid a year's rent in advance.  We moved in 
and settled down.  She went to school and I took cooking lessons from a 
woman up the street.

	Most nights we spent at home.  Molly would study while I sat at her feet, 
listened to my Walkman, or reading a mystery novel.  Sometimes, I just 
stretch out on the rug and stare at the ceiling, listening to my music, with 
Molly's bare feet resting on my belly.  I was, of course, nude most of the 
time 'cause she liked to look at my body.  Other times, I'd lay on my belly 
and watched TV with her feet resting on my butt.

	Another thing we both enjoyed was when I sat with my back to the sofa, her 
long legs draped over my shoulders, and I'd massage her feet while she 
studied.  After a while, never a long while, she'd sigh and join me on the 
floor after slipping her clothes off.  Those were the best times.  We'd 
spend long minutes teasing each other with our tongues until, inevitably, 
one of us would give in plead to be brought to orgasm.  Usually it was me, 
but not always.

	Cooking and housework got to be routine after a while and one day when I 
was at Home Depot I saw a notice for a class in basic remodeling techniques. 
  When I mentioned it to Molly she smiled and said, "Go for it."  A week 
later she came home and said, "Do whatever you want with the house, we own 
it."

	She was astonished when I started to cry.  She put her arms around me and 
rubbed my back gently.  "What's the matter, love?  What did I say?"

	I looked up at her with tears streaming down my face and blubbered, "You 
said *we* own it."

	She grinned and handed me a tissue.  "Wipe your tears before I give you a 
*real* reason to cry."  But she was smiling as she said it.  "Of course I 
said *we*.  We are a *we* aren't we?"

	I nodded and whispered, "Yes."  And then I burst into tears again.

	One thing that bothered me was the age difference.  When I mentioned it she 
smiled and said, "Don't worry about it, it doesn't bother me."  She paused 
for a moment, a thoughtful look on her face.  "Of course I won't hit my peak 
until I'm 32.  By then you'll be 38, almost and old woman.  You'll have to 
stay in shape or I'll wear your skinny butt out."  There was no more talk 
about age differences.

	A few minutes later I interrupted her reading again.  "Do you really think 
my butt is skinny?"

	She sighed and marked her place.  "No, you have a beautiful butt.  Now let 
me finish this chapter and then we'll play.  If you interrupt me again 
you'll have a beautiful but sore butt."

	Of course I found that appealing.  I waited a couple of minutes and said, 
as innocently as I could, "You have a beautiful ass too."  	She put her book 
down with an exasperated sigh and warmed my ass with the flat of her hand.  
Then she took me to bed and fucked me, fucked me long and hard and well.

	I intended a slight makeover in a couple of rooms.  But soon I was deep 
into ripping out fixtures and replacing plaster with drywall.  I had the 
ceilings done professionally and the plumbing, finding female contractors 
for both.  I took a class and did the wiring myself, having it checked by a 
female electrician before calling in the building inspector.  I worked hard 
and most of the time I wore only socks and boots and a painter's cap.  And 
gloves of course.

	I was used to being nude and had come to prefer it.  One night, as I headed 
for the door to run to Home Depot Molly called my name.  "Katie, you might 
want to put some clothes on.  I'm sure your friends at Home Depot would love 
to see you like that but the cops might object 'cause I'm sure you'd cause a 
riot."  She giggled as I stalked upstairs to get dressed.

	We spent the following summer in Truro, on Cape Cod, near Provincetown.  We 
sunbathed and swam and shopped for antiques, scouring the Cape and going as 
far as Plymouth.  Most nights we'd stay in but at least a couple of times a 
week we'd got out to eat followed by drinks and dancing at one of the 
lesbian hangouts in P-Town.

	The women would look at Molly and then at me, with my collar.  Our beauty 
attracted them but they couldn't figure out the situation - Molly was young 
and innocent looking but I was the one wearing the collar.  So, mostly, they 
left us alone.  One woman was a persistent pest until I looked at Molly and 
asked, seriously, "Can I kill her?"

	Molly chuckled and rubbed the back of my neck.  "No, love, you can't kill 
her.  People might notice.  And it's may I, not can I."  Her tone carried a 
note of regret.	The woman turned pale, stared at us for a moment, and then 
turned and left.  We never saw her again.

	We came home in late August with nice tans and fond memories.  I had a pair 
of beautiful gold rings hanging from my nipples.  Molly refused to have her 
nipples pierced but I was planning to talk her into it by Christmas.

	We went to the Carribean over Christmas that year and to France the 
following summer.  I loved the European beaches and the freedom to go 
topless or nude without anyone paying much attention at all.  It took me two 
weeks to talk Molly into taking her top off, then another week before she'd 
go nude.

	One day, a pretty Asian girl came over and started talking to me in 
Cantonese.  I shrugged and she switched to French, which I understand well 
but speak with an atrocious accent.  She lifted her chin at Molly.  "Does 
this one own you?"

	I nodded and said, "Yes, she does."  The girl, whose name was Mari, winced 
at my accent.

	Before she could speak again, Molly cut in, speaking perfect, unaccented 
French.  "Yes, she's mine.  How about you?  Are you owned?"

	Mari glanced at Molly in surprise.  "No, I'm not."  She blushed and we 
watched it spread upward across her pretty tits.  She was topless and her 
breasts were round and firm and lovely.  She was a beauty with long black 
hair, almond eyes, and smooth copper skin.

	Molly reached and brushed away a few grains of sand on Mari's left breast.  
"How old are you?"

	Mari smiled.  "Eighteen.  Last week."

	Molly leaned and kissed her softly.  "You're too young.  Maybe next year."  
Mari got up and walked away and I could have sworn she was crying.

	Maybe next year ................

The End



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