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Not My Slave  (Mf, cons, oral, anal)   [1 of 2]
(Part 1 of 2)

## This story has mixed content.  The story is primarily consensual
sex and that is described most sexually explicit, however there is
some non-consensual sex used as background to the story, but that is
told less descriptively. 

## If you are under 18, current laws do not permit you to read
further.

## This story is fiction.  Any resemblance to anyone living, dead,
or undead is purely coincidental



Not My Slave  
--- -- -----

I didn't want to be in Chicago.  I didn't like Chicago.  I'd visited
Chicago twice before on business.  If I never returned, that was fine
by me.   Yet, here I was in Chicago.  It was cold.  It was rainy.  It
also lived up to its nickname.  It was windy.

"He was such a sharing guy," a man said to me as he shook my hand.
"It is so tragic."

I thanked him.  It was hard to believe.  My brother, Thomas was dead.
He was only 31.  I was 27, four years younger than him.  I felt a
little conflicted that I wasn't sadder.  He was my only sibling. 
After college, he moved away to Chicago.  He shut down all contact
with family.  I kept trying to find a time I could come visit him, but
he kept giving excuses why I couldn't come.  He never talked to my
parents anymore.  He didn't come to Dad's funeral.  He didn't come to
Mom's funeral.  Maybe that is why I disliked Chicago.  I had a brother
here who was dead to his family.  Now I literally had a dead brother.
A drunken driver killed him.

"Timmy?" a man said and stuck out his hand.

"Timothy," I corrected as I shook his hand.

"Sorry.  Your brother always went by Tommy."

"I see," I said.  It was one more thing I didn't know about my
brother.  I knew he was doing okay for himself as a financial planner.
I think.  I knew he never married.  I think.

"I'm Darren," the man said.  "I'm handling your brother's estate."

"Yes," I said in name recognition.  He was the man who called me to
inform me of Thomas's death.

"Sorry that you can't get into his place yet.  Your brother put
explicit stipulations in his will.  See you tomorrow."

"Thanks," I said.  Darren had put me up in a nice hotel.

There were only about fifteen people here.  All guys.  I guess he
didn't have a girlfriend.  I knew he wasn't gay.  High school and
college were evidence to that.

***

I went over to Darren's office the next morning.  It was Friday.
I looked at my watch.  I was early.  The appointment was at 10 AM.
I rode the elevator up to his floor and met his receptionist.

"I'll let Mr. Hames know you are here," she said.

She was very pretty and the first thing you noticed was her cleavage
formed by two nice shapely tits.  Early 20s I thought she was.

"Mr. Sanders!" Darren said as he came out right away.

"I'm a little early," I said.

"It's good.  I'm ready.  Let's get started.  I'm sure you are eager
to get this formality over with.  Come on in."

I sat down at one of the two chairs in front of his desk.  I was
surprised to see a girl in the room.  A third chair was pulled off
to the side and she was seated in it.  She looked high school age.
She was skinny.  She had straight blonde hair that ran down her back.
She wore a white halter top.  Thin spaghetti straps held it up.  The
top was stretched over her tits.  I could easily see she did not
wear a bra.  The outline and shape of her young tits were very 
evident.  Her nipples were obvious.  The top was made of thin material.
The bottom part of her clothing was a gold and red cheerleader skirt.
She sat slouched in the chair and eyed me when I sat down.  She chewed
a piece of gum furiously.  She looked trampy.  I figured she was
probably Hames's daughter.  I wouldn't let my daughter dress like
that.

"I'll start with your brother's physical assets," Darren said.   "He
bought the home five years ago and I know he made some significant
changes to it."

I interrupted.  "I just plan to sell everything."  I wanted him to
know that if it helped make things quicker.

"It will be yours in a few minutes," Darren replied.  "You can do
whatever you want with it.  The house is worth about 20 million..."

"20 million!" I choked out.

"It includes the land.  Chicago is expensive," he said and shrugged.

I lived in Bakersfield.  I worked for an accounting firm and I was
making a decent living.  20 million would go a long, long, long way
in Bakersfield.

Darren continued.  The furnishings were worth another million.  Four
sports cars - worth about a half million.  I was going to be rich!

"Finally he had stocks and funds worth 52.1 million."

I couldn't believe it.  My brother was filthy rich.  Now I was!

"There's once last thing," said Darren.  The timbre of his voice
changed.  "Your brother was involved in some...well, irregular
activities."

I wondered what he meant.  Was the money at risk?

Darren pointed at the girl.  "She's yours too."

My brother had a daughter!

Darren then rocked my world.  "This is Viorika.  She is from the
country of Moldova.  She is Tommy's sex slave."

I looked at her and then Darren and then the girl and then Darren
again.  My face showed my stunned look.

"She's free," I said.  "I free her."

"That's in your right to renounce ownership," Darren said.  "She
will then be returned to her sellers."

"Returned?  Can't she just go get a life?  Go back home?"  I noticed
the girl's terror-strickened face.

"No, she can't.  She is a slave," said Darren.  "Let me give some
background.  Tommy was involved with people who own sex slaves and
prefer teen girls.  Viorika is the fourth girl Tommy has owned.  When
a master gets tired of her girl, he returns her and buys a new girl
at one of the quarterly auctions..."

I interrupted.  "Can't a girl run away?"

"Well, the girls aren't tied up or anything, but they know that their
families may be hurt or worse maimed if they disappear.  Most girls
enjoy their life."

I found that hard to believe.

Darren continued.  "Masters prefer their new girl to be a virgin..."

I looked at Viorika.  Did Thomas deflower this girl?

"...so returned girls are used in the making of fetish movies such
as bondage, captivity, and true rape."

I felt sick.  I couldn't let this happen to this girl.  "And if I
keep her?"

"She's yours," Darren shrugged.

"How old are you?" I asked the girl.

"16," she smiled weakly.  I could see how scared she was by the
trembling of her body.

I didn't want a daughter, but I couldn't let this girl experience
the things Darren said.  She would be on my conscious.  "I'll keep
her."

Viorika suddenly jumped up.  She came over and kissed me all over
my cheeks.  "Thank you, thank you," she said in her accent.  "I be
good girl.  I be good for master."

"Okay," I said fighting her off.  "Your welcome.  Please sit."

She quickly returned to her chair.  She looked at me with a sparkle
and excitement in her face now.

Darren had me sign the papers that transferred Thomas's assets to me.
He finally had me sign an odd document.  It declared that Timothy
Sanders was Master and Owner of Viorika.

"Tommy really liked Viorika," said Darren.  "He usually switched girls
every 6 months like a lot of us do, but he had Viorika for two years."

He stood up.  "I can hook you up with the realtor who sold the place
to your brother."

"That would be great."

He wrote on a piece of paper and handed it to me.  It said "Kenny
Ardent" with his phone number.

Darren stuck out his hand.  "Okay, it's all yours.  I'll get it all
transferred to your account.  It'll take several weeks."

I shook his hand.  "That's fine.  I appreciate all your help."  I
turned to leave.

"Mr. Sanders," said Darren politely.

I looked back and he pointed at the girl.  Oh, yeah.  My sex slave.
I waved her to me.  She bounded toward me.  She was a bundle of
energy in the elevator and on the way to the rental car.

I had never been to Thomas's home.  Darren gave me the address, 
directions to get there, and the key, of course.  It was now my
place.  

***

The map to the house was good and while I missed a turn, Viorika
quickly pointed it out.  She obviously knew her way around.

We came up to the gate and I punched in the code I was given.  As I
drove in, I was stunned.  The place was palatial.  There was a lot of
land and the house was huge.  I followed the large circular driveway.
I parked right in front.  Hey, it was my house now!  For a little
while.

I was amazed at the interior.  I'd have plenty of time to explore
today, but first things first.  I took out my cell phone and called
Kenny Ardent.

"Hey, glad you called," he said.  "I'll be over a little after lunch."

Lunch.  I realized I was a hungry.   "Hungry?" I asked Viorika.

"Yes," she said.

"Okay, I'll order a pizza for delivery."

I saw her face drop.

"You don't like to eat pizza?" I asked.  Everyone liked pizza. 
Especially teens.

"I like to eat it," she said.

"Then what's wrong?"

"I like it, Master.  I be good girl."

"First off, it's Tim.  None of this 'master' stuff.  I'm not into
that.  However life was for you before, it's different now.  Second,
liking pizza has nothing to do with you being a good girl.  So do
you like to eat pizza?"

"Yes," she said.

"Good.  I'll make the call."

I looked at her.  She didn't seem happy.  She was a strange girl.
Maybe she was just PMS-ing.  I hoped this wasn't how she was 
permanently.

I walked around the place.  In the back he had a tennis court, a 
huge swimming pool and a jacuzzi.  The shrubs and trees all lined
the perimeter of the place giving him extra privacy beyond the walls
that outlined the land.  I never knew my brother had so much.  I felt
angry again at Thomas for being so isolated.  

The pizza guy arrived.  I handed him a $20.  "Keep the change."

"Thank you, sir!" he said excited.  

It was a good tip on a $12 pizza. I figured if I was rich or soon to
be rich, I should share the wealth and not act like a miser.

Viorika appeared meekly at my side.  She was still in her sad state.

The pizza guy left.

I brought the pizza into the den.  I then came back from the kitchen
with paper plates and sodas.

"Dig in," I said.

She hesitantly took a slice.  She watched me take a bite, then she
took a bite.  I didn't think much of anything then, but in later
reflection I wondered if that was part of her conditioning or training
or whatever those morons called it.

She ate her piece quickly.

"Go ahead.  Have all you want."  I motioned at the pizza.

Victoria was "happy girl" now.  Maybe she was just hungry.

"May I ask you a question, Master?" she said timidly.

"Not if you call me Master," I replied.

"Tim?" she said.

"Go ahead."

"You did not have me give the pizza delivery guy a tip."

"Huh?  You were right there.  I gave him an excellent tip.  He liked
it."

"Yes, Mas...Tim.  Master Thomas always had me give the guy a special
tip."

My mind flashed to thoughts that Viorika was not just any 16-year old
girl.  She was a slave.  I did not like the image in my head of
Viorika on her knees giving the pizza guy a blowjob,

"I see," I said.  "You will never need to do that while I am...uh...
your..."

"My Master," she filled in.

"I am taking care of you," I said hastily.

Good," she said.

***

Realtor Kenny Ardent showed up.  I recognized him from Thomas's
funeral.

"If you want," he said "I can sell it all together.  House, furniture,
cars, and anything else around here."

"That would be great!" I said.  That would make things a whole lot
easier.

Kenny wanted to tour the house.  He said it had been a year since he'd
been over and Tommy had made some changes.  It was still weird that
my brother's friends all called him 'Tommy'.  He was always Thomas to
me.  I noticed Viorika always referred to him as 'Master Thomas'.

"I liked Tommy," Kenny said as we explored.  "He was always kind.  A
good man.  Willing to share.  Such a tragedy."

We walked into the den.

"Hello!" Kenny said.

Viorika was there.  The TV was on.  She glared at Kenny.  I'd have to
talk to her about manners later.

"Viorika," Kenny spoke sweetly.  "I still have fond memories when
your Master Thomas shared you with me.  You remember I had Sveta at
the time and I shared her with Master Thomas?"

She nodded.

I understood her glare at Kenny.  I stuffed my own growing anger.

Kenny turned to me,  "I think I can sell everything for $25 million
easy.  If you want to wait a little, I know you can get $30 million."

"I want to sell fast."

"25 mil. then.  I bet we can sell by the next weekend.  Where will
you be?"

"I am returning to Bakersfield tomorrow."

"With your girl?"

"Viorika is coming with me."  I really hated how he talked so plainly
and openly.  He had no shame.

I gave him my address, phone number, and email.

As he left, Kenny said at the door, "I wish I had bid higher for
Viorika.  What a mouth!  Of course, I burn thru girls too fast.
Variety is the spice of life.  Life is good, isn't it?"

I didn't punch him.

***

"Do you have other clothes?" I asked Viorika.

I followed her to a very large bedroom which evidently was Thomas's
room.  She opened some drawers in a dresser.  My eyes bulged.  The
clothes were all lingerie.  I saw things I had no idea how she would
wear or almost wear.

"Do you have outside clothes?  Tomorrow we fly to my home in
Bakersfield."

"Bakersfield?"

"It's in California.  You been there?"

"L.A.  I did not like it."

"Bakersfield is far enough away."  I liked L.A. myself.  I had
occasional business there and often used the trips as an excuse to
visit one of the many theme parks in the area.

Viorika showed me some jeans and sweatshirts.  That would be perfect.
She handed me a green document.  I opened it.  It was her passport.
Her name on it was "Vicki Sanders."  She was Thomas's daughter in
these situations.  My brother was prepared.  Viorika knew I would
need that.  I was glad.

We packed up her few "decent" clothes to take with us.

***

We went out for an early dinner.  She was so thrilled about it.  It
was just "Chili's", but I guess when you don't get out much then any
place was wonderful.

We returned to the house and to its den.

"Viorika," I said.  Now I was nervous.  "How...how did you come to be
with my brother?"  I hastily added, "If you don't want to say, I
understand."

"I will say," she said and she began her story.

"I and my friend Elena were thirteen. We were out of school and we
went downtown.  We like to look in stores.  It is fun.  We saw this
pretty woman.  She is photographed by three men.  She is a model we
find out.  We watch.  It is very exciting.  What a great way to live.
A man is handing out papers to girls and women.  The paper says that
they look for new models.  The man tells us we are very pretty and
would make good models.  Come back in few days to try out.  Elena and
I come back."

I had to admit that Viorika was pretty.  I could see a guy wanting
to lure her in.

"Life is not good in Moldova.  Here is chance to make life better. So
we go into building and they show up to this room.  Men grab us.  Tie
us up.  Make us sit on floor.  Many girls there.  Some young like me
and Elena.  Others older in their twenties.  We are scared.  More
girls brought in until about 20 girls.  Men stand in front of us.  I
feel very sick now.  They ask a girl how old she is.  She says '19'.
They ask Elena.  She was 13 like me.  They stand up Elena and other
girl.  They untie her and then undress her.  I not want to look."

I felt my stomach drop even though it was just a story to me.

"A man yells at us that we are going to be either whores or owned sex
slaves or maybe both.  He tells us to look what will happen if we
disobey.  They make us watch.  They slap us hard on face if we do
not watch."

"They raped her," I said quietly.

"Many, many times, Elena and other girl.  I can still hear Elena's
screams in my head."  She wiped a tear from her eye.

I waited for her to regain her composure.  Traumatic experience
didn't seem to adequately describe it.

Viorika continued.  "We all come to America by ship.  Many, many, many
girls in warehouse.  Girls from all over.  Most girls from Ukraine.
We again showed why we not to disobey?"

"Elena and the other girl again?"

She nodded.  "They split everyone up after.  I have never seen Elena
since."  She wiped another tear away.

She continued again.  "I brought to Chicago.  I am in auction at
Master Albert's home.  Master Thomas buys me."

"And you were a virgin?"

"Yes.  They keep girls virgins for auctions so Master can be the
first.  Master Thomas waited a couple of days before we have sex.
We did it on my 14th birthday."

That was a hell of a way for a girl to have a birthday!  Forced to
have your first sex on that day.  I guess it made it memorable in
the girl's head.

"Thank you for telling me," I said.

"Master Thomas was good.  I just did not like it when he shared me.
Other masters are not so good."

Kenny Ardent.

I said to her, "I won't share you."  I hoped she believed me.

***

I decided to go to bed early.  Time in the airport and in airplanes
always wiped me out.  I wanted to be rested.  It would be a long day.
I went to Thomas's bedroom to sleep.  It seemed reasonable.  Viorika
followed me.

I waited for her to leave, so I could get undressed and slip into the
covers.  I preferred sleeping in the nude.  I finally had to tell her,
"Would you close the door on your way out?"

"Yes, Master," she said glumly as she complied.

Were all teen girls so moody?

***

That night I had one of the most erotic dream I've had since I was a
teenager.  In my dream I was spooning with my girlfriend, Cassie.  My
arm was over her and I was squeezing her tit.  My erection was
pressing into her ass crack and she was squirming against me.  I
leaned in and nibbled on her ear.

She moaned softly.

I jolted awake.  My eyes popped open.  Viorika was naked in bed with
me!  I tried to move away, but I was tangled in the covers.  All I
ended up doing was rubbing my hand over her tits.  I turned on my
back and yanked the covers down.  I quickly rolled out of bed.  The
only problem now was while I wasn't touching naked Viorika, I was
now looking at naked Viorika.

She sat up.  Her legs were open in a "V".  I could see her pussy was
bare.  I couldn't help but instantly stare there.  I caught myself
and tried to look past her while talking to her.  It's not easy to
do when a beautiful 16-year old girl is naked in your bed.

"What are you doing?" I said.

"I not good girl?"  Her face expressed surprise.  Her accent was a
little heavier in her agitation.  "I be good girl.  Please, I be good
girl."

Not this again.  What was with this "good girl" thing?  I didn't want
an answer right now.

"I am going to take a shower," I said.  "You get dressed."

"You are bigger," she said.

"What?"

She pointed at my erect cock.  "Bigger than Thomas.  Bigger than
other Masters."

I was 7 1/2 inches long erect.  Long but not abnormally long.  Were
these sex slave owners compensating for small cocks?  Possibly.

I showered.  I masturbated to the thought of a doggy-style fuck of
my girlfriend to relieve my cock.  I came fast.

***

The flight from Chicago to L.A. was delayed, but we made the
connecting puddle-jumper flight to Bakersfield with ease.  When the
taxi pulled up to my standard two-story tract home, Viorika looked
amazed.

"It's not much, but it's home," I said.

Viorika for some reason loved it.  My house was a three bedroom with
a den and a two car garage.  My house wouldn't stand out from any of
the other 30 or so houses in my neighborhood.  Maybe Viorika liked
the cozy feel of it.

I had Chinese delivered for dinner.  Viorika froze up when she saw
the driver, but when he went away she relaxed.  It would take time
for her to trust me in what I said.

I showed her upstairs.  

"This is just an extra room."  It was pretty empty.  It had a full
bed and a dresser.  "You will sleep here."

She nodded.

"And this is my room."  I had a king-sized bed and an adjoining
bathroom with a shower.  The other upstairs bathroom had a tub
and shower combo.

I went downstairs to the den.  I check email and voice mail.  Cassie
left me a message asking how I was doing and wanted to see me.  I
had told Cassie I would call her when I got back, but she would want
to come over and I wasn't sure how I was going to explain Viorika
yet.  I'd just say "Hi" to Cassie at church tomorrow morning.

***

Cassie didn't give oral very often, so I didn't ask for oral that
often.  I just wanted her to desire to please me with it if I wanted
it.  So this was special.  Cassie had begun with her own volition.

The way her mouth moved on me was amazing.  This was the best she'd
ever done it.  She was so attentive to me.  I always had that feeling
she was holding back before.  I guess that would be the case if you
aren't enthusiastic about pleasing your boyfriend this way.  I don't
know what changed for Cassie, but I liked it.  I hoped she would do
this more often from now on.  I groaned.  The suction she generated on
my cock felt amazing.  She then started to move her tongue in such an
exquisite way.  I groaned again.

"You are so hot," I praised.	Yes.  I admit part of my motivation
to praise was to get more blowjobs like this.  Hey, I'm a guy!  Yet,
ultimately I was truly praising Cassie.  This did feel tremendous!

"Thank you," Cassie said in Viorika's voice.

I came out of my dream.  The bed linens were pulled back.  Viorika
was naked.  Her tits hung down as her mouth slowly moved up and down
on my cock.  I watched her.  I couldn't say anything because I was
conflicted between knowing I should not let her do this and wanting
this tremendous blowjob to go on and on. 

As I felt and watched her mouth move on my cock, she was everything
in a blowjob I wanted that Cassie was not.  Viorika was devoted to my
pleasure right now.  She knew what she was doing and what a guy liked,
so she was determined to do it.

I groaned out when she raised up on my cock with a strong suction
from her mouth.  She looked over at me and had a twinkle in her eye.
She then shocked me.

She lowered down and my cock bumped against the back of her mouth as
it had done often already.  She slowly pushed her head down even more.
I felt my cock push into her throat.  My shock began.  I felt her
throat muscles swallow and my cock started to go into her throat.
Was this how sword swallowers did it?  I felt her throat contract
again.   It felt amazing around my cock.  I felt my cock head squeezed
tight as it was pushed into her throat.  I was entranced in the
incredible sensations.  From my perspective, I watched the astounding
view of her head going lower and lower.  It was completely
unbelievable to me.  My cock was going further into her throat.

I groaned loudly when her lips touched against my body.  Somehow she
had taken my entire cock into her throat and mouth.  I could see the
bulge of my upper cock in her throat.  It was exciting and yet oddly
disturbing at the same time.

Viorika rose up and I felt the tight pressure on my cock relax.  She
pulled all the way up, so my cock was fully in open air.  I don't
think I'd ever seen my cock so hard, but I don't think I'd ever been
so stimulated.  

It was just a moment with my cock in the air.  Her mouth came back
down and I felt her working my cock down her throat again.  I groaned
loudly again.  Any thought of stopping her were the furthest things
from my mind now.  

She continued to deep throat me, raise up and catch her breath, and
then deep throat me again.  It was getting easier and easier for her
to take my cock into her throat.  

She stopped going all the way off my cock and instead squeezed her
lips tightly around my cock.  She began to bob up and down, but on
each down movement my cock penetrated into her throat.  It was
incredible.  Have I said 'incredible' too often?  I was at a loss for
superlatives to describe her actions.  She was fucking my cock with
her mouth and throat.  I could not believe it.

I groaned tremendously and constantly now.  I was rapidly about to
cum.  I couldn't help but thrust up, but she was unfazed by it.  It
did not affect her motion in the slightest.

I was about to cum.  I groaned deeply and held my hips up.  She moved
her mouth all the way down so my cock was embedded in her throat.  I
came.  I could not believe it.  I was cumming directly into her 
throat.  I guess that avoided the issue of swallowing, but I could
tell Viorika was a girl that had no squeamish about where cum was on
or in her body. 

My deflating cock slipped out of her mouth. She raised off me and
smiled.  I glanced at the alarm clock.  I needed to get up now.

"I good girl?" she said.

Not that again.  I told her, "That was fantastic and you must never
do it again.  I need to get ready for church.  I'll talk about it when
I get back."

Her face was a picture of confusion.

She laid naked on her side when I got out of the shower.  I turned my
eyes after a moment too long of staring.  She *was* beautiful.

"I'll be back in a couple of hours," I said.  "Be a good girl."  Now
why did I use that phrase?  Because of her?

***

I got to church just as it started.  I slipped next to Cassie.  She
leaned in to me and I put my arm around her.

After the service, we talked.

"Did everything go okay?" she asked.

"Yeah.  Everything is taken care of.  My brother left everything to
me.  He was doing better than I thought. I've made arrangements to
sell it all.  I think it should all be transferred to my bank in less
than two months.  I told the realtor to price it to sell."

"So how much?"

"I'm not sure yet.  I'll have to wait on the final total."   I guess
I just didn't want her to know I was going to be a millionaire. 
Cassie wasn't the gold digger type, but I guess that reflected that
I wasn't ready to make a commitment with her yet.

"I'm glad it all went well," she said.  "So did you miss me?"

"Of course."

She leaned in and whispered, "So can I come over to your place in a 
couple of hours?" 

"Uh...I'd love it but I can't.  I have to catch up on some things
for work," I lied.

"Oh," she said disappointed and broke away.

"I'll call you."

I wasn't ready to try to explain Viorika to Cassie.  Not even passing
her off as my niece.  Viorika needed time to settle into her new life.
I had to prepare her to be alone while I was at work tomorrow.  I had 
that oral issue to handle also.  Viorika made my life more
complicated.

I picked up some lunch to bring home.

***

I talked to Viorika about tomorrow over burgers.

"I will be gone from about 8:30 to 5:30 Monday thru Friday.  I know
Thomas didn't work outside the home, so you were with him all the
time.  For now, I am going to keep my job.  I enjoy it.  I am not
planning on letting anybody know I now have a lot of money."

"As I think you know, you have to stay hidden.  Do not answer the door
or the phone.  Check caller ID on the phone to see if I am calling.
Keep window curtains and blinds closed.  We don't need someone asking
why you aren't in school."

"I guess that's the main things.  I know it's not the best way to
live.  I don't want you ending up back with your sellers and having
to do awful things.  For your protection, we need to do this.  I am
sorry."

"I understand, Master Tim," she said.

At least it was middle ground.  She still said 'Master' but she also 
used the informal 'Tim'.  It was progress.

"Any questions?" I asked.

"May I use your computer to chat with the other girls?"

"What do you mean?"

"The Masters allow their girls do chat with each other.  The girls are
my friends."

It was an unexpected liberty and kindness that was given to the girls. 
It seemed a very reasonable thing to allow.

"Sure.  What do I do?"

"I'll set it up."

We moved to the den and I was surprised how proficient she was at
setting up the chat program.

"I don't mind you using the internet while I am gone," I said.

"Thank you..."

"Tim," I quickly said for her.

"...Tim," she said with a smile.

The smile made me melt.  She was indeed very beautiful.

***

It took me a while to get my nerve up to talk to her about this
morning.  I talked to her over dinner preparation.  I showed her how
to help me with dinner.  She seemed so contradictory.  She knew how
to set up chat software and use it adeptly, but she couldn't make
a meal.

"I'll teach you how to cook things over the next few nights."

"Really!" she said excitedly.  "Steak?"

"We'll start simple," I responded. 

I then started to say what I needed to say.  "Viorika, you are a
good girl.  A very good girl.  About this morning..."

"You like?" she said with a pleased smile.

"Yes!  No!  It felt great, it's just not proper for you to do that."

"You not like?" her face drooped.

"You just don't have to do that."

"You are Master Tim," she said.

"Only in technicality.  You are free.  I won't make you to do
things you don't want to do."

"Thank you," she said.

There.  That conversation went much easier than I thought.

Later that evening, I said I was going to bed and asked if she was
staying up.  She shook her head and went upstairs also.

When she followed me into my room, I asked "What are you doing?"

She looked at me with uncertainty.  

I knew it was only a couple of days that we'd known each other, but
I could not wait until she started to trust me and stopped thinking
she was doing something wrong all the time.

"I am going to bed?" she said unsure of herself.

"Your bedroom is right there." I pointed at the adjoining wall.

"Yes, Master."  She looked at the floor and shuffled out.

***

Yes, I did have an erotic dream again that night.  When I awoke
during the night, I was glad to see it was only a dream.  Sadly, my
dream was about Viorika giving me oral.  I woke up with a big
erection.

I had trouble getting back to sleep.  I kept thinking about tomorrow,
I needed to protect Viorika, but I needed to make sure she didn't
accidentally expose us.  She would be on the computer tomorrow.
What would she tell the other girls about me?  What would she do on
the web?  I got up and grabbed my robe.  In the dim light, I could
see the sleeping nude form of Viorika on the carpet in front of my 
bedroom doorway.  Why was she sleeping there?

I didn't wake her.  I didn't want her to know what I was doing.  I
stepped over her quietly.

I went downstairs and loaded some monitoring software on my computer,
so I could track everything Viorika said in chat and every website
she visited.   She wouldn't know it was there.  I guess I was scared
what she might say to other people.

I returned to my room, stepped over Viorika, and returned to bed.

I awoke in the morning.  The morning daylight was coming thru the
window and I could clearly see Viorika's naked body.  I shook my
head.  This whole situation was just bizarre.  I again stared too long
at her body.  I developed an erection.

I headed to the shower to get ready for work.  I washed up and lastly
washed my hair.  I had my back to the shower head.  The water streamed
over my face as I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair.  My eyes were
closed and I heard a click.  Maybe Viorika was looking for me and had
entered the bathroom.

"Hold on," I yelled.  "I'm in the shower."

My body stiffened when I felt a mouth clamp around my cock and a 
tongue start to move on it.  I hardened quickly.

I had the click wrong.  It was the shower door not the bathroom door.
There was no need to tell her I was in the shower.  That was evidently
where she was also when I had yelled that out.

I wanted to rub the shampoo out of my hair so I could open my eyes,
but it was slow going.  Viorika had me groaning and gasping.  My body
was arching toward her.  It was hard to focus on clearing my face.

"Viorika," I said.  She really needed to stop.  It just wasn't
ethically proper.

She paused long enough to say, "I show you that I am good girl."
She resumed sucking on me.

I groaned.  Good girl was never an issue.  How did I get that across
to her?  She obviously equated it with pleasing me sexually.

I finally had my eyes cleared and looked down at Viorika.  This time
I saw her wet naked form on her knees, and sucking my cock.

"Viorika," I said.  I put my hands on her shoulders.  I needed to
push her away.

My arms fell off her like water.  I arched back and groaned loudly.
My cock was pushing into her tight throat again.  I panted and groaned
at the incredibly wonderful but also debilitating sensations.  I could
not stop her now.  I just wanted to cum.

Similarly to yesterday, but in this new position, she started to
move her mouth so that my cock went in and out of her throat.  She
sensed when I was about to cum and she pressed her mouth all the way
down until her lips met my balls.  I shot my cum down her throat.

My cock slipped out of her.  My legs were all wobbly and I had to
put my hands on Viorika's shoulders, so I wouldn't fall.  I knew I
would need to talk to her again when I got home.  I guess she didn't
understand after all.

***

I had to rush out the door to get to work.

Just a few minutes after I sat down at my desk, my phone rang. It was
Viorika.

"Is it okay if I eat something?" she asked.

"Of course," I answered.  "You don't have to ask that.  Eat whatever
you'd like."  And please don't burn the house down I did not add.

"Can I watch TV?

"That's all okay."

"Thanks."

She called me several times during the day to ask me if she could do
something.  I again reassured her that she could do all these things.
There was very little she could not do.  The only thing I didn't want
her to do was go out front, answer the door, or answer the phone if it
wasn't me.  I think she was lonely.  Thomas didn't work and so she was
probably with him most of the time.

***

She was very happy to see me.  It was odd getting such an enthusiastic
hug for just coming home.  Over dinner that night, I talked again.

"Remember what I talked about last night?  That you don't have to do
the things Thomas made you do."

"Yes and you have done that," she said.

Something wasn't right.  "About this morning and yesterday morning."

"What?" she said confused.

Now I was confused.  "The..." I pointed at her and then my crotch.

"I see you like," she said.  "You bigger.  I like."

I shook my head.  Maybe just not letting her do it would give her the
hint.

***

Viorika disappeared upstairs early that evening.  Maybe she was tired.
I went upstairs to check on her.  She was not in her room.  I found
her in my room.  She was naked on my bed on her knees.  Her head was
down.  I could clearly see the folds and details of her shaved pussy.
She apparently was waiting for me to enter her from behind.

I sighed.  She just didn't understand.

I sat on the edge of the bed and motioned her to sit up.  She turned.

"Viorika," I said.  I felt tired suddenly.

Tears started to form in her eyes.  "You trade me in for new girl?"

"No.  You are safe with me."

"You not like me?"

"I like you.  I like what you did for me.  It was amazing.  I just..."
An idea popped into my mind.  "I have another girl."

"Another girl?" she said surprised.

"A girlfriend."

"She is not here."  She said it as a statement and not a question.

"She has her own place."

"You not want me.  Why you take me?" she said.  She was crying full
now.  She trembled.  I'd hold her and comfort her but she happened to
be naked.

"You know that you would be doing bondage and fetish sex if I did not
save you."

"I not good girl," she said and began to cry harder again.  She stood
and walked off to her room.

What was I to do?  Maybe I needed Cassie to come over.

***

I locked the bathroom door Tuesday morning and managed to avoid an
incident with Viorika again.  I admit it was tempting to just let her
blow me.  It was the most amazing feeling after all.

When I got home from work, I explained to Viorika, "I am going to have
a friend over.  You are to say you are my niece, Thomas's daughter
Vicki.  Got it?

"Yes," she replied.

Cassie was over that evening around 6.  I gave her my explanation of
Viorika over dinner.

"I see why didn't want me over right away," said Cassie.  "I
understand."  She spoke to 'Vicki'.  "You have an accent.  From
where?"

I hastily jumped in.  "Her mother was Russian.  I guess Thomas
traveled."

"You poor thing," Cassie said.  She looked at me.  "And you had no
idea about this?"

"I have discovered I didn't know a lot of things about my brother."
That was the truth.

After dinner, Cassie and I snuggled on the couch.  She whispered to
me, "Why does she stare at me?  She looks threatened by me."

I looked at Viorika in the chair.  She was indeed staring at us.  "She
didn't grow up with a mother.  She doesn't know how a woman acts. 
She's just curious."

"Oh," Cassie said looking at Viorika.  I wasn't sure she bought my
explanation.

I whispered to Cassie.  "Let's go upstairs."  

Cassie nodded.

That would get us out of Viorika's sight.

In my bedroom, we kissed some and quickly shed our clothes.  I sucked
on Cassie's full woman tits.  Viorika had nice tits, but her tits
still had some growing to do.  I kissed down Cassie's body.  My lips
touched all over her belly.  She moaned softly.

In a short while, she sat up and said "My turn."

I flopped on my back and she climbed on top of me.  She kissed my
chest.  Her lips touched all over my belly.  She moved toward my cock
but then started back up

"Go ahead and suck on my cock," I said.

"Not tonight," she said.  She kissed my neck.

"Come on.  I really like it."

"I don't feel like it."

"Would you do it for me?"

She paused and looked at me.  "What's with you?"

"I just want some oral pleasure."

"Not tonight."

"Why not?"

"Tim.  Would you just drop it?"

I sighed.  "Okay."

"Wouldn't you rather be in me?"  She rolled on her back.

Yes, I would rather be in Cassie but that wasn't the point.

I climbed over her and pushed into her pussy.  She orgasmed before
I shot my cum into her.  I enjoyed the sex with Cassie, but my heart
wasn't fully into it.  I didn't like that she was holding back.

After sex, she dressed and kissed me.  "See you soon."

She opened the bedroom door and gave a startled cry.  I quickly raced
to the door.  Viorika was sitting against the wall right across from
my door.

Cassie whispered to me.  "I think she might need psychiatric help.  
Something is strange about her."

After Cassie left, Viorika said to me.  "I am better that her."

I didn't respond.  What was the point?  

"I'm going to go ahead and go to bed," I said.  It was not even nine,
but this experience with Cassie made me reevaluate things.

***

I laid naked on my bed pondering what I should do.  Two blowjobs from
Viorika left me dissatisfied sexually with Cassie.  There was no
reason Cassie couldn't do what Viorika could.  Cassie was an adult
after all.

"You look sad," said Viorika.

I looked up.  She had quietly slipped into my bedroom.  She stood
naked by the foot of the bed.

"I am just thinking," I answered.

"I good girl to take mind off of thinking," she said.

She got on the bed and crawled toward me.

"Would you like me to make you feel better?"

I nodded.  I couldn't believe it.  I nodded.  I so much wanted to
feel a skilled mouth on my cock.  I nodded.

I opened my legs and she came between them.  For a third time, I
felt my cock engulfed in her lovely and very talented mouth.  I loved
this feeling.  She was so good.  I don't think I would ever be able
to refuse her again.

This time I didn't come in her mouth.  She moved up and straddled me.
I saw her hovering over me and I knew what she was about to do.  I
could have moved away.  I didn't.  I wanted her.

She lowered herself and I felt my cock penetrate her pussy.  She was
warm and tight.  I groaned as I entered deeper in her.  When I was
all the way in her, she leaned forward and held herself over me with
her arms.  She started to move on me.  Her tight pussy felt tremendous
around my cock.  I groaned in response to the wonderful sensations.

Viorika moved slowly and so I shouldn't have gotten aroused so fast
but the stimulation was too excellent.  I brought my hands up and held
her waist and started thrusting up to meet her movements.  She started
to moan and I could see I was bring her close to cumming.  I got
excited about seeing her cum and so I started to thrust harder.  Soon,
our voices were a discordant chorus of moan and groans.  She froze up,
her body held still, and she moaned out.  Her face contorted and she
let out another moan.  She was in the midst of orgasm.  I continued to
push faster during her orgasm and just seconds later I froze with my
cock deep in her.  I shot my cum.  I shot more than I expected.  It
was only a short time since I came in Cassie.  I pulled Viorika down
and held her to my chest.  My cock slipped out of her.

I whispered, "You are a very, very good girl."

She raised her head and smiled at me.  She looked very happy.  She
lowered her head back down.

It was not long before Viorika slipped out my arms and began to
suck on my cock again.  Soon, she rolled onto her back next to me.  I
seemed so large as I moved on top of her.  I was a virgin until
college.  I was 19 and so was the girl.  Now I was 27-year old grown
man having sex with a not yet full grown 16-year old girl.  The
difference in the size of our bodies was obvious.  However sexually,
we were both mature.  I pushed my 7 1/2 inch cock back into her sweet
pussy. This was ecstasy.  I finally had a true definition of ecstasy.

"You are so beautiful," I said to her as I gazed down at Viorika
during our afterglow.  She had orgasmed twice before I came again.  I
had no doubt in my mind that she sexually desired me.  I did not know
why she wanted me, but I was glad she wanted me.

I saw a radiance in Viorika for the first time.  I saw a confidence
in her.  I realized she felt secure now because she knew she would be
with me.  If I had only known this before, I would have made love to
her that first night.  However, I was stuck with my ideas of what was
right.  I was blind to what Viorika needed to be happy.  Now I knew
and so I had to give up my conventions.

I realized now that my brother Thomas knew my heart and that I would
take this girl in.  When we were younger, he sometimes chided me about
my concern for others and told me it wouldn't get me anywhere.  Maybe
he was jealous of my outlook on life and respected the way I lived.
It just was something he could not live himself.  Thomas did not
expect to die so young.  Who did?   The gift of Viorika to me was his
way to say to me, "I love you, brother.  I am sorry I was such an
asshole and ditched out of your life".  I knew this was true.  My
anger at my brother left me.  I was thankful for my memories of us
growing up and now Viorika would be that reminder that Thomas did
care about me.

I looked down into her beauty.  I rolled off her and said, "Can we 
do it doggy-style also?" I knew she could quickly make me hard again.

She smiled and brought attention to my cock again with her mouth
until I was ready to enter her pussy from behind.  I sat up and she
got up on her hands and knees facing backwards on the bed.  I got
behind and rubbed her soft firm ass.

"So beautiful," I said.

I got in position and pushed my cock into her.  It felt wonderful
once again.  I slowly started to rock into her.  In ten minutes, we
were both once again in the throes of orgasm.  Her moan and my groan
were released simultaneously and her orgasm and my cum were released
simultaneously.

***

It was a late night and so it was hard to get up the next morning.
It was wonderful waking up this morning spooned up against Viorika
My arm was over her and I held her right tit.  My cock was pressed
into her butt crack.  This morning I felt no guilt about it.  I just
felt contentment and happiness.  Life was good.  Viorika started my
morning off with a deep throat while I showered.  This would become
her regular morning routine on work days.  There is no better way to
wake up and start the day.

***

I returned home tired from work but invigorated by the knowledge I'd
be with Viorika.  When I entered my house, I didn't see her watching
TV. She wasn't on the computer either.  I looked in the backyard.
Not there.  Ah!  Upstairs.  No, she wasn't in my bed.  Did she
leave?  I felt a moment of panic and sadness.  I went into the
kitchen.

I found her.

She was laid out on the table.  One of her tits was covered in
mustard.  The other tit was covered in ketchup.  A pickle slice sat
over her navel.  A slice of bread was on her mons.

I stepped closer.  I noticed her butt was sitting on another slice
of bread.  I started to undo my tie.

"Why thank you, Viorika!  You made me a sandwich."

She giggled.

My shirt was off and I worked on my pants now.  I shuffled over
closer to her with my pants and undershorts around my ankles.  I
leaned over her and sucked up the pickle into my mouth.

"I like to eat my pickle separately," I said.

I noticed her eyes.  They looked lust-filled.  This new and different
Viorika was exciting.  I finished getting naked and got between her
legs.  My hard dick was ready.  I reached up and traced a finger thru
her mustard while another finger moved on her ketchup.  She moaned
softly when I touched her tits.  I sucked my fingers clean from her
condiments

"Mmmmm," I said.

I could see the arousal in her body.  I could see the erection of her
nipples.  I could see the openness of her pussy lips.  She was well 
lubricated already.  She had anticipated my return home.

I pushed my erect dick down to line up entry.  She moaned loudly as I
entered her pussy.

"And you said you didn't know how to make anything," I said to her.
"You made my favorite thing.   You."

She smiled big.

I thrusted steadily in her.  It was mutual enjoyment.  In about ten
minutes, we both started to moan and groan.  I held her tight by the
waist as I thrusted into her harder.  Viorika came just seconds before
I did.  

When I backed away from her, she took the bread that had been on her
mons but had fallen to the side during sex and she wiped her pussy
with it.  She then ate the bread.

I didn't know if this was nasty or sexy.  She then ate the smushed
bread beneath her.  Some of our combined juices had leaked out of her
pussy onto the bread.

For real dinner, I showed her how to make eggs and toast.  She had
some problems cracking the eggs at first, but she learned quickly and
did an okay job.

I loved Viorika now.  I truly did.  She was my lover now.  It was fun.

***

I went to the computer to check my email.  She went to the living
room and watched TV.  I originally had concerns that all she did was
watch TV, but now that things were changed.  I knew she'd get plenty
of physical exercise.

One of the emails was a log from my monitoring software.  I didn't
want her to know I was checking up on her.  Especially now that she
obviously had placed her trust in me.

Viorika had also used the web.  I was surprised to see many of the
places she visited were religious sites.  Perhaps she was wondering
why I went to church.  I was sure Thomas never ever went.  

The next thing I looked at was her chat transcripts.  She had a short
one with Ludmilla and one with Jelena, but she had a long chat with
Galina.  I skimmed the first part of it, but then read closer when
Galina asked Viorika about me.  

"Last night, we had sex.  I am very happy now.  He is so wonderful.
He made me cum and cum many times.  He is good, good master.  He cares
about me.  He wants me to enjoy sex too.  I am so lucky.  I read
something about God watching over me.  Maybe God is."

"Good sex?  Truth?" wrote back Galina.

"Yes.  Truth.  I like sex with him.  He not hurry.  I see he wants me
cum too."

"Tell me more about your new Master."

"He let me eat when I want.  Watch TV when I want.  Be on computer
without internet blocks.  He make me feel free."

"I envy you," wrote Galina.  "I wish more masters were like yours.  I
worry my master is ready for new girl.  I am soon 16."

"I hope God will give you new good master," wrote Viorika.  "I am
planning surprise for master when he gets home."

"Yes?"

"It is hard to believe I am excited to have sex with my master.  I
have trouble not thinking I am only in good dream."

The surprise was obviously my "sex sandwich".

"You are so lucky.  I am very happy for you," wrote Galina.  "I wish
you were not so far away now."

The conversation turned to talk about other girls.

I felt happy.  Viorika truly liked me and wasn't just doing this
because I was her "master".  It showed how giving these "sex slaves"
some freedoms could spur on their desire for their masters.  I did
not need to be a controller.

***

I had a phone message from realtor Kenny Ardent when I got home
Thursday.  I called him back.

Kenny said.  "I told you 30 but we have an offer for 29.  Is that
okay?"

That was in millions I had to remind myself.

"Sure," I said trying to sound calm.

"Great!  I'll FedEx the papers to sign.  Any questions, just call."

He verified my address and we hung up.

The papers arrived the next day.  I signed them and sent them off.

***

I loved that Viorika walked around naked. She never ever wore clothes
except when she went out with me.  I quickly picked up on that habit
at home also.   Spontaneous sex could happen anytime which was a major
thrill and excitement.  She was always eager anytime I wanted to have
sex and she often instigated sex with me.  So why have clothes in the
way?

I picked up deli sandwiches on the way home.  We had a naked picnic in
the backyard and then had sex on the blanket.

***

Her chat transcripts were always very favorable about me.  She wrote
that she came during sex all the time.  I knew that was because she
greatly desired me.  The mind really is the supreme sex organ.

Also the computer logs showed she was still looking at religious
websites.  That Friday night she asked me, "What do you believe about
God?  Are you Christian, Jew, Hindu?  What are you?"

"I believe in Jesus," I answered.  "so I am Christian."

"Okay."  She paused in thought again.  "Who is Jesus?"

"He died for our sins.  For what we do wrong," I elaborated.

She pondered more.

I said, "I noticed that you are looking up information on the
internet.  Just keep doing that.  I'm sure they can explain a whole
lot better than I can.  Of course, ask me anything you want about
God. I'll do my best or be honest with you if I don't know."

"I just want to believe what you do," she said.

"You don't have to.  You can believe how you like."

Her face was a picture of confusion.

I changed the subject.  "Tomorrow's Saturday." 

That didn't help her confused expression."

"I don't go to work.  I just get to have sex with you all day."

She smiled.  That was something that there was no confusion about.

We had sex several times well into the night.  I held her as we
drifted off to sleep together.

***

During the night, I was awakened by Viorika extricating herself
from my arms.  I saw her in shadows head toward the bathroom.  I
stealthily followed her.  I heard the toilet seat.  I waited at the
door.  I heard a tinkle of urine and then I flicked on the light.
She blinked in the sudden brightness.

I stepped up to her and presented my dick.  She smiled a laugh and
opened her mouth.  I moved forward.  She began to suck on my dick.
She first just made it harder and harder and slicker and slicker.

Eventually, I heard a stream of urine come from her and splash into
the water.  No doubt she had to re-relax after being interrupted 
before she could release.  Once she had emptied her bladder, she
more aggressively took my dick.  She began to push my dick into her
throat like I loved.  It took some will power for me not to thrust.
Perhaps I could look into thrusting into her throat sometime, but
not in this position.

I held and squeezed her tits as I got closer to cumming.  My hands
started to match the intensity I felt in my cock.  I was down her
throat as usual when I came.  She stayed still and let me put all
my cum into her throat.  I pulled back when I was done.  She caught
her breath and looked up at me.  She smiled up at me and licked her
lips.   I had never yet cum in her mouth.  Only down her throat.
We returned to bed, had sex once and then fell back asleep in our
usual entwined position.

Saturday wasn't quite the sexfest I expected.  We slept in late since
we were up much of the night having sex.  We took some time to eat and
take a nap, but we still spent most of the time in bed having sex.  I
spent most of Saturday inside Viorika whether pussy or mouth.  It was
the greatest sexual day of my life.

***

Sunday, at church, I gave Cassie a friendly peck on the cheek before
the service started.

"How's your niece doing?" she asked.

For just a moment, my mind was blank and then I fortunately remembered.
"She's doing better.  I've seen a lot of energy and activity in her
lately."  Did I just say that?   "I'm getting into having her around.
She's still shook up, of course."

"So is it okay if I come over again?  I've missed you."

"Well, I think it is better if you didn't, since you shook her up.  I
guess you look like an aunt or someone"

"Oh, okay.  Well, my roommate is gone.  Come over to my place."  She
batted her eyes.

After church, I called Viorika while driving to Cassie's and told her
I would be back a little late.

We went straight to Cassie's bedroom.  I kissed up her naked body.  I
loved the feel of her full size tits in my hands.  I liked the firmness
of Viorika, but size belonged to Cassie.  For now.  Perhaps Viorika
would outgrow her.  Cassie moaned softly.  Her eyes were closed as she
bathed in her sensual experience.

I climbed up and straddled her.  She opened her eyes.  She saw me 
holding my dick in front of her face.

"What are you doing?" she asked in surprise.

"Just some oral action."

"Tim," she said with a little whine in her voice.

I rolled off her onto my back.  "Come on.  Just some."

"Okay," she said reluctantly.  "I don't know why you are so hung up
on this now."

I didn't like it that she didn't want to do it, but it still felt
good to have her mouth on my dick.  She kissed it and licked it and
took it in her mouth a few times.  She then moved away.

"More, please" I said.

"Um..."

"Come on.  Just a little more."

She slowly kissed it a few more times.  "That's enough," she said.
"I want you in me."

I made love to her with me on top.  She came and then I came in her a
few minutes later.  I always loved sex and orgasms, but this just
wasn't as good as with Viorika.  I had that hot, little blonde girl in
my head.  Cassie was very beautiful and sexy, but she could not
compare to my young Moldovan lover.

I dressed quickly after.

"Are you going already?" she said.

"I should check on Vicki," I said.

"Tim?"

"Yeah."

"Seriously, you need to consider psychiatric help for her."

"She just needs a friend," I answered.  "I'll call you."

***

I drove home thinking about Viorika.  I wanted to have sex with her.
I wanted her badly.  While the orgasm with Cassie was not
unsatisfying to me, I wanted something even better.  I wanted
Viorika.
 
I quietly opened the front door.  I shut it and locked it.  I then
undressed in the doorway.

I yelled out.  "Viorika!  I'm going to find you and have wonderful
sex with you!"

Her head appeared around the corner.  She looked at my naked body.

I raised my arms out like I was going to capture her.  "You better
run.  When I catch you, I'm going to stick my big dick into your
little pussy.  I'm going to make you cum so hard that you won't be
able to move for three hours."

She looked at me bewildered and as if I was crazed.  I started to
move toward her with my arms out.  She got the idea.  She tittered
and quickly ducked back into the living room.  I hurried after her.
She was surprised to see how fast I was.  She screamed while laughing
and headed into the kitchen.

"You can't get away!  I will catch you!"

"No!  No!  You not catch me!" she laughed back.

I chased her around the table and she went back out to the main area.
I looked left and right, but didn't see her.  I headed toward the
den.  The curtains were pushed out.  I snuck over to them.  I quickly
snatched them back.

It was the wind.  The back door was open.  I peered out and then
closed the door.  I headed the other way.

"I have something for you!" I yelled out.  "Something to give you.
It's big and hard and goes inside you."  Maybe I could get her to
give out her position.

I reentered the living room.  I didn't see her.  I circled around.
She was behind the chair.  She got up quickly and ran off.  I 
stumbled into the chair.

"Ow!" I said.

She paused to see if I was okay.

"That isn't going to stop me!"  I ran after her.  She screamed again
and ran around the couch.  We circled around the living room.  She
was quick.  I climbed over the couch, but she still got away.

I paused to catch my breath.  I needed to try another strategy.  She
smiled at me and watched what I would do next.  I headed after her
again.  She moved toward the stairs.  I could tell she was moving
slower.  She was ready to be caught by me.  I wanted to catch her fair
and square, but at this point I didn't care.  She was too fast for me
and I just wanted to have sex with her.

I grabbed her in my arms.  She relaxed.  I moved her toward the stairs
and lowered us down on the first few steps.  Her knees were on the
third step and her hands were a few steps higher.  I pushed my dick
into her.  I started moving fast.  I really wanted her badly now.  She
responded equally in her sexual desire for me.  Our sex was quick and
hard and wonderful which was good because the position rapidly became
uncomfortable.

***

When I looked at the computer logs on Monday evening, I read
Viorika's account of my chase that she wrote to Galina.  

Viorika wrote, "Yesterday, I had very fun time.  Master Tim had a
game.  He chase me around and around and I try to keep away.  If he
catch me, we have sex.  I run for a while, but then I let him catch
me. I think he know I give up, but he not care.  It was great sex
again."

Galina wrote, "How fun for you.  I really wish I could talk to you
and see your master.  Maybe you come out for next girl sale?  I told
other girls about you and your fun and your good master.  You give us
hope for better days."

I felt good about that.  I did not want to be like the other masters.
I would never rule with an iron fist.  Free will was so much better.
It was more enjoyable.  I wasn't power hungry.  I didn't need to be
in control.

***

"I only have a week left of birth control pills," Viorika told me the
following week.

"What?" I said in shock.  I hadn't even thought about birth control.
How stupid of me!

"I'm supposed to tell you when I only have a week left so you can 
order more," she said.

"Did Thomas take you to a doctor?"

"He just called someone, I think."

What could I do?   I pondered most of the day and then I knew I had
to make contact with the Chicago slavers again.  I called my realtor,
Kenny Ardent.

"Hi, Tim," Kenny said on the other end.  "What's up?  The transfer
takes time.  You need money?"

"No.  Money is fine.  I'm okay.  It's about Viorika."

"Problem?"

"How do you get birth control pills for your girl?"

"Oh!  No one told you.  Ed Smith.  He's an OB/GYN doctor.  He's one 
of us.  I'll give you his number.  Explain who you are when you call
him and mention your brother and Viorika.  He'll set up an account
for you.  You just give him a credit card and your address.  It will
all be taken care of."

I called Dr. Smith.

"Sure, I can set you up," Smith said.   "Sorry to hear about Thomas.
I couldn't make the funeral.  The reports about you are good.  You
are unorthodox but you have good control over your slave girl.  Don't
know why you want to be in Bakersfield, but who'd suspect that place,
right?  Maybe you can start a new location.  Never hurts to diversify
the industry."

"So I am being watched?" I asked from the information I just heard.

"You are at first.  Don't want new guys messing up and ruining
everything for the rest of us.  What's better in life than opening up
a virgin pussy on a young girl?  Don't worry.  The word is good on you.
Just do what you are doing.  Everybody gets checked up on now and then.
Even long time guys like me.  None us can take chances."

"Yeah," I said.  I didn't like them looking into me, but I wasn't
doing anything to threaten them.  I had to admit I was part of it now.
I was enjoying it.  My relationship with Viorika was not the standard
master/slave.  I didn't have to rule by fear.  I think if I set her
free and could guarantee to her she wouldn't have to worry about the
slavers finding her, she'd still stay with me.

I received a shipment of birth control pills in a few days.  From then
on, a monthly shipment was sent to my home.

***

We had sex all over the house on Saturday.  In the upstairs hallway,
in the back seat of the car in the garage, me sitting in a chair, 
standing in the shower.  It was a very fun day.

Later in bed that night she asked me, "What about the differences in
religions?"

"What about it?" I said.

"Jews say Jesus was just a man, Christians say Jesus was man and God,
Muslims say Jesus was a prophet and man.  How can it all be the same?"

"Well...um..." I answered.

"Jesus cannot be all three things at same time.  They are all
different."

"I am a Christian, so Jesus is God." I said.  "I think."

"So Muslims and Jews are wrong?"

"I guess," I said.  I felt uncomfortable with this conversation.

"How do you know Jesus is God?"

"It's in the Bible?" I answered.  Yes.  I knew that one.  That was
a good answer.

"Where in the Bible?"

"Somewhere.  It's in there.  You'll just have to look it up.  I'm
not sure where exactly, I just heard it is in there."

Viorika lapsed into thought again.  I was surprised how much she
wrestled with this God thing these few weeks I'd known her.  I
believed in God, but I didn't let religion get in the way of my life.
There was no point in doing that.

***

At church the next Sunday, Cassie said.  "You didn't call me!"  She
was angry.  Angrier than I've ever seen her.

"I've been busy," I apologized.

"You could at least call!  Your niece can't be taking up that much of
your time."

"It's my work," I said.  "I've been very busy."

"So can we be together?" she asked.

"Sorry."

Frustrated, Cassie stormed off.

Oh well.  I didn't need my relationship with her anymore.

***

In my bedroom on Thursday night, I was on and in Viorika.  I slowly
thrusted away.  I heard the doorbell.  That was no big deal.  It had
rung before and I'd ignored it before while having sex with Viorika.
However, this time it rang for over ten minutes.  It was annoying and
distracting.  Then my cell phone rang.  I ignored it as I was focused
on Viorika.  The phone stopped when the answering system picked up.
It then rang again until it stopped again.  It continued to ring and
stop and so on for a while.

I finally had to pause.  I pulled out of Viorika and grabbed my phone.
Caller ID showed it was Cassie.  I sighed.  "Hold on a second," I told
Viorika.  I sat up on the bed.  "Hello."

Viorika sat up and then came over.  She slowly licked and sucked my
dick while I talked.

"Why didn't you answer?" Cassie screamed into the phone.  "I know you
are home."

"I'm busy.  I've told you that."  I was irritated and I tried to sound
that way.

"I don't believe you!"

I paused to think.

I answered, "You want the truth?  I have a new girlfriend.  Your
persistence just interrupted some good sex with her.  You know that
last time we had sex?  I was just comparing you to my new girlfriend.
You lost!"

I hated to sound so angry, but I had had enough.

"Say 'Hello'" I whispered to Viorika shielding the phone so Cassie
couldn't hear.  I held the phone near Viorika.

"Hello," she said.

I pulled the phone away.  Viorika resumed activity on my dick.

"Now listen!" I said irately in the phone.  I held the phone near
my dick briefly.  "Hear that?  She's sucking my dick while we talk!"

Cassie sobbed into the phone.  "Is that what this is about?  Is it
because I won't suck your dick."

"No," I said.  "She's just a better lover in all ways than you.  She's
prettier and sexier and willing to have some sexual fun.  I'm sorry.
I should have ended our relationship earlier." 

I felt remorse now for the way I handled this with Cassie.  I could
have ended our relationship much easier for her.

I spoke gently into the phone.  "I'm sorry, Cassie.  We're over."  I
hung up.  I felt a little bad, but watching and feeling Viorika on my
dick, I didn't feel all that bad at.

I was soon back on top of Viorika and pumping away inside her pussy.

***

Life settled into a normalcy.  I started each morning with a Viorika
deep throat blowjob in the shower.  I returned home from work to
have sex with her two or three times.  Saturday was all day sex.
Sunday I went to church.  Cassie was no longer there.  When I came
home I had sex with Viorika the rest of the day.

Viorika had plenty of questions about God and I think was quickly
becoming more knowledgeable about the subject than I was.  I was
learning from her.  I wished she'd be quiet about it, but I wasn't
going to hinder her freedom.  I was the good Master.

"Jesus must have risen from the dead," she said.  "It would have been
easy to disprove.  They would just show his body to everybody.  The
whole idea that he just fainted on the cross is ridiculous.  The
pain and torture was too much.  I'm not sure why anyone would believe
otherwise."

"But maybe it just helps the story about him," I suggested.

"Why would the people then die for a lie?  It doesn't make any sense.
If they knew it wasn't true, it would be pretty stupid to die for it."

"Well, it's just old documents.  Who knows what they really said?"

"The Bible hasn't changed," she said.  "There are more old documents
for the Bible than other book and we don't think those other books
are fake.  All the old Bible documents are almost all the same except
for some typing errors."

"Typing?" I teased.

"Copying," she corrected.

"I almost wish I hadn't mentioned I went to church," I joked.

She looked very serious.  "I am so glad you said to me about God.  If
I am created, I must know about God."

"There's always evolution instead," I said.

She lapsed into silence.  I had the feeling she'd get back to me on
that topic soon enough.

***

It was now just two months since I first met Viorika.  I was slowly
moving my dick inside her pussy from behind.  She slowly pushed back
to meet my thrusts.  It was gentle sex.  I looked down.  This was the
best way to get a visual of my dick going in and out of her.  I liked
to see it.  I looked at her little asshole.  It looked very cute.  I
hadn't really noticed it before.  I placed my finger on it.  She
looked back.  I smiled.

A thought occurred to me.

"Did you ever have sex here?" I asked.  I pushed lightly on her hole.

"Yes," she said.

"Really?  Was it okay?  Did you like it?"

"Yes," she said.  "First time, Jeremy was little too hard, but he did
it good later.  It not hurt me later.  Only when he share me, other
masters are usually too rough.  That hurt me."

I took my finger off her hole and increased the motion of my dick 
within her pussy.

The next evening while Viorika was doing something else, I looked up
'anal sex' on the internet.  I got a bunch of porn sites.  I revised
my search to include 'how to'.  I got what I needed.

I learned that I needed to use lubrication and more lubrication and
then even more lubrication.  Take it slow first.  Don't thrust too
deep at first.  I knew my dick was a little bigger than average, so
this was important information.

I bought some lubricant.  I waited a few days.  On a Monday evening,
I entered Viorika's pussy from behind.  I did just a couple of
thrusts and then touched her asshole with my finger.

"I want to have sex here," I said.

She didn't say anything.

"Is it okay?"

"You are the master," she said.

"I want it to be okay with you."

"It is okay.  I want you to feel good.  It can make me feel good
too."

I pulled out of her and grabbed the lubricant from my nightstand.  I
rubbed lotion all over my pinkie finger and then squirted some on her
hole.  She twitched from the feeling.  I carefully inserted my little
finger into her hole.  I worked to push the lubricant into her.  I
slid in fairly easily.

"Does it feel okay?" I asked.

"Yes."

I added lubricant around my pinkie finger that was inside her asshole
and then moved my finger back and forth.  I heard her breathing
deepen.  I paused with my little finger pushed in her and lubricated
my index finger.  When I felt I was well lubricated, I switched
fingers inside her.  Again, I was very careful pushing into her.
Once the tip of my finger pushed past her ring, it slid in easily.
She exhaled as I entered her.  I moved my finger back and forth for a
short time then pulled back out.  I relubed the finger and pushed it
back in.  I wanted a slick feel inside her ass.  I wanted to be able
to easily slide.  I didn't want to hurt her.

She watched me intently as I thoroughly lubed my dick with both hands.
I didn't want her to do it because she would arouse me more than if I
did it myself.  I was aroused enough already just thinking about
entering her hole.

I placed the tip of my dick against her hole.  I watched as I started
to push it in.  I could see she was pushing as if she was taking a
shit.

I realized she knew how to help me enter her.  Her hole would open if
she was shitting, so this would make it easier.  I pushed firmly in.
I didn't want to hurt her by pushing too hard, but if I didn't push
hard enough I wouldn't get in.  She was a thin 16-year old girl, so
she had a small ass.

I felt her hole open.  I looked down and saw her pushing her ass
muscles again.  I pressed in a little harder.  I was amazed at the
view of my dick entering her small hole.  I hadn't watched too much
porno, but I'd seen my share.  Watching on TV some guy's dick enter
into a girl's ass was absolutely boring compared to watching my own
dick enter into this girl's ass. 

My dick's head popped thru her tight anal ring.  I cautiously pushed
my dick deeper into her ass.  Once I was in, I could move easily
down further.  The feeling was...exquisite!  Viorika's ass was a hot
steamy chamber tightly strained against my long dick.

Viorika gasped out.

I stopped penetrating deeper in concern for her.  "Are you okay?"

"Yes, master," she said and nodded her head.  She hadn't called me
master accidentally in over a month.  "You are...longer."

I very, very slowly pushed even deeper.  I did wonder if she could
take my full 7 1/2 inches in her ass.  I watched her for any reaction
as I went further in.  I looked down.  I only had about a half inch 
sticking out.  I held her hips and gently eased the last into her.
It was amazing.  I didn't think I would be able to put it all in her,
yet here I was.  I stayed still inside her.  I read on the internet
how I should let her get used to the feel.  I knew she'd had plenty of
anal sex before, but it had been a while for her plus I was a little
bigger than she'd ever had in her ass.

"You feel great to me, Viorika," I praised.  "I like this."

She looked back and smiled at me lovingly.

I slowly pulled back.  I let myself pop out.  My dick looked so much
harder than normal.  I carefully pushed back into her ass again.  It
was a little easier this time.  I slowed down again with the last
half inch of my dick to put in her.  I groaned.  So Exquisite!  
Exquisite!

I began to move back and forth in her in a subdued manner.  I knew
the intensity of her ass would make me cum soon and I wanted to last
as long as I could.  I moved inside her easily which showed I lubed
us up well enough.

I was turned on even more when she started to moan.  I started to push
into her.  I must have been stimulating those nerves inside her just
right.  I started to move faster in her ass.  I was aware that I
didn't want to push too hard and risk hurting her, but I was quickly
getting to the point I needed to cum.  There was no way I was going to
be able to spend much time in Viorika's ass this first time.  I
thrusted harder.  She just moaned.  I never heard her say 'ouch' or
anything painful sounding.  It was my time.  I groaned.  I pushed my
dick deeply into her ass.  I came.  I came very hard.  I guess your
first time in a tight ass will do that to you.  I enjoyed it.

I had a week of anal with Viorika.  Me on top, her on top, doing it
as spoons, standing up.  Viorika seemed to like it though she did not
orgasm as often.

***

The money from Thomas's property was finally transferred to me.  I was
a millionaire.  I made reservations at a nice restaurant for Friday.
The evening before, I took Viorika to the mall.  She couldn't believe
it when I told her I wanted her to try on all these party dresses and
I would buy her which ever one she liked best.

I took the Friday off.  I had Viorika pampered.  I had her hair done.
Her fingernails and toenails were done.  She received a facial and
makeup.  It was expensive, but that wasn't an issue now.  Viorika
completely ate up all the attention.

She wore that dress to dinner Friday night.  It was red with a
plunging neckline down to her exposed navel.  It tied around her neck.
It showed the sides of her tits.  The dress came down to only
mid-thigh and I knew she was without panties.  We got some curious
stares at dinner.  My arm was often around her as we sat together.  I
didn't care what people thought.  I was celebrating my new wealth.  I
decided I could be more daring today.

I culminated my daringness by driving to a remote spot.  Viorika's
dress was soon bunched up around her waist.  She was reclined in the 
backseat.  She moaned loudly as my dick thrusted hard inside her
pussy.   My chest was pressed against her breasts.  Viorika came hard
She came very hard.  I groaned loudly and released my cum inside her.
I never grew tired of being in her.

On the drive home, Viorika said, ""I do believe in God.  In Jesus."

"Yeah?" I replied.

"Your kindness has shown me there is a God.  God has taken a bad thing
and made it good."

"Well, remember there are many people who don't believe in God," I
mentioned.

"I was confused at first," she said.  "But I learn Mormon and Muslim
both started from people not sure whether they hear angels or devils.
They just created false words and forced people to believe by power
and might.  There was no proof that it really happened."

I felt uncomfortable.  I started to dislike when she brought up God
and religion.

"Hindu and Buddhist say that everyone is God and we forgot we are
God.  That makes no sense.  How can we forget we are God?"

"Don't be so judgmental of other people," I said.

"Is it wrong to say they are wrong?" she said.

"People can believe what they want."

"Yes," she answered.  "But sometimes people believe foolish things.
They cannot all be true.  If one is proven to be true, then the other
ones are wrong if they say opposite things."

She was really taking this stuff seriously.

"Well, I don't let God get in my way," I responded.

She looked at me horrified.  "God is not important to you?"

"God brings us all to heaven and stuff," I explained.  "But he lets
us live how we want.  We decide how to live best.  He just leaves us
alone.  He started off evolution and now here we are.  Things are 
always changing."

"Evolution makes no sense," she said.

"Of course, it does."

"There is irreducible complexity," she said.

"What?" I said.  What the hell was she talking about?

"The most basic parts of life are too complex for life to just
randomly happen."

"Genetic soup," I said.

"Too complex.  Life cannot happen by accident.  The scientific Law of
Biogenesis.  Life only comes from life."

"But all the fossils."

"They show no evolution."

"Huh?" I answered.

"All the early fossils begin at the Cambrian explosion.  They are all
fully formed.  There are no transitional fossils."

Well her vocabulary had grown.  I never looked into any of this that
she talked about.  All I could say was "Yeah?"

"There are no intermediate fossils.  Just once species or another.
Evolution is just imagining that this all happened by accident.  With
all  the fossils starting at the same time, it is more likely all were
created."

"What about dinosaurs?"

"There were dinosaurs.  They died out."

I pulled into the garage.  In the house, Viorika immediately undressed
and returned to her "natural" state.  Naked.  I followed her lead and
got naked also.  She sat by me on the couch and caressed my dick with
her hand.

"What about the Big Bang?" I asked her.  I knew a little about that.
It was more than my cumming in her throat.

"It shows there is a God," she said.  

This was not what I thought she would say.

"The universe had a beginning," she continued.  "Something doesn't
come from nothing.  Whatever started the universe must be God."

I nodded my head.  I was understanding.  I found sense in what she
said.  Ultimately to me, it was all "so what?".  I didn't care how I
got here.  I just knew I was here and enjoying life.

***

I woke up Saturday morning.  I always looked forward to Saturdays.
We spent all day having sex on Saturday.  This Saturday, I did not
wake up with Viorika in my arms.  In fact, she wasn't even in bed.
I checked the bathroom.  Not there.  Maybe she had "breakfast" ready
for me.  She wasn't in the kitchen however.  I found her in the den.
She was curled up asleep in the chair in front of the computer.

I gentled nudged her.

She stirred and opened her eyes.  She recognized her surroundings.
Startled, she sat up quickly.  "I am sorry, Tim," she said.  She
lacklusterly reached for my dick.

"What's wrong?" I asked.  Something obviously was.  She was always
enthusiastic about sex with me.

She looked at the computer and then started to cry.  I sat down 
beside her and just held her.  I could wait for her to talk.

In a few minutes, she said, "My sister, Velika, I keep in contact
with her thru other girls in chat.  She..."  She started to sob
again.  "...she was taken."

"She was still in Moldova?" I asked.  I wanted to understand.

"Yes."

"Taken by sex slavers?"

She nodded.

"How old is she?"

"13," she answered.  "She'll be fourteen soon just like I was when
taken."

No wonder she was distraught.  "I will find her," I told her firmly.
"She will be safe."

She looked into my eyes.

I kissed her deeply.  She responded in kind to me.

I will find her," I promised.  I had no idea how I was going to keep
this promise.  I had only one idea where to start.

I called Kenny Ardent.  As much as I disliked him and I had hoped I
would never need to talk to him again once the home sold, I knew I
needed to talk to this jerk.

"Hi!  How you doing?  Did you get your money?" Kenny said.

"I got it.  Thanks for your help," I said.

"Good!"

"I'm calling for a different reason.  I'm wondering if you can help or
know someone who can.  Viorika's sister has been taken by slavers.  I
want her."

"Replace Viorika with her sister.  Interesting."

"I want them both."

"Sisters.  Kinky.  Different.  I like it."

I ignored his innuendos.  I guess they weren't innuendos.  They were
blatant.  "Can you help me?"

"I'll make a phone call.  I don't know."

"I appreciate it, Kenny.  I owe you," I said.  I now hated that I
owed him.  

It was an almost sex-free Saturday with Viorika.  We did do it once in
the afternoon.

I got a call that evening.

"Timothy Sanders?" the man said.

"Yes?"

"Albert Olson.  Kenny Ardent called me."

"Yes," I said perking up.

"When virgin girls are sold in Chicago.  I'm the guy.  The girls come
to me at my place first.  I sold Viorika to Thomas."

"Uh-huh."

"So you want her sister too?"

"Yes."

"It may cost you.  I'll have to make some calls and touch base with
some contacts.  It may not be the same group that took Viorika.  It
can be tough to find an individual girl."

"I am willing to pay a lot.  Viorika is distraught.  It's better when
she's happy and not just doing it because I want her to, if you know
what I mean."

"I know what you mean," said Albert, "though it's never been important
to me.  I don't care about my girl's happiness.  The reason I have her
is for my happiness."

"My girl *wants* me," I said.  "All the time."

"Really?  You are doing something right then.  Got her begging for it.
That's great."

Viorika didn't beg but I felt no need to correct him.

"I'm going to give you a suggestion," Albert said.  "You need to get
yourself a new place and get behind some security.  You've been lucky
with Viorika.  You got some mind game going on with her where she
wants you bad.  That's great.  But you're going to have two girls.
That can be too much to handle.  Most of the Masters just have the
one girl.  That's plenty to handle.  I want you to know we've watched
you."

"I've heard," I said.

"Yeah?  Well, get a new place.  A place to keep the girls in, but most
importantly a place to keep others out.  You don't need no peeping
eyes, you hear me?"

I did hear him.  He was right about the last.  I had to think about 
keeping people away.  I once spotted a door-to-door salesman peeking
in a window.  Fortunately, Viorika was out of sight.

"I'll get a new home," I said.

"Good.  I like hearing that.  Don't know why you live in Bakersfield,
but I understand it's your home.  Who knows?  Maybe we can get a new 
branch running thru your town.  You can be the local talent supplier
with all the girls running thru your place.  Nobody would ever think
of that place as a hot spot for a sex slave ring.  I'll keep you in
mind.

"So you're going to find Velika?" I confirmed.

"We're having a social in a couple of weeks.  You can buy a new girl
then instead.   Replace your girl or get a second one if your heart
is set on that."

"I like sisters," I stated strongly.

"Whatever your pleasure.  Like I said, it could take a while.  If we
find her at all.  She's young so she's likely to be sold as a virgin
so that's in your favor.  If she was taken just to be a whore, bad
news.  I'll get back to you."

I told Viorika about my conversation.

"Olson is bondage master," she said.

"He said he'd try to find her," I said.  I didn't care what weird
stuff any other Masters did.  I just wanted to find Viorika's sister.

"Thank you," she said.  She hugged me.

I got to have more sex that night.

***

Going to church started to feel strange for me.  I kept thinking of
what Viorika said and it wasn't meshing with what my preacher said.
I was annoyed with myself that I could no longer just set aside in
my mind what she was talking about.

***

We had sex that week just like we always did which was frequently and
spontaneously.  I could tell she wasn't herself.  Her mind was on her
sister.  I prayed that Velika would be found so I could return to
having great sex with Viorika.


(Continued in part 2)
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