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Life with Alpha

by A. Pseudonym


Chapter Three:  Kasumi Tendo


Codes:  MF, MC, SciFi, anime

Disclaimer:  Kasumi Tendo, Ranma Saotome and all related characters are owned by 
the great Rumiko Takahashi (and possibly Viz Media in the U.S. or whoever the 
Japanese publisher was?  The point is, it isn't me.).  They are used and 
referenced here without permission for entertainment purposes only.  All 
artificial persons herein are based on characters owned by their creators, not 
the author.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kasumi_Tendo#Kasumi_Tendo


Dramatis Personae:
Frank _____ - Lead character, inventor of Alpha
Alpha - First A.I. in existence
Kasumi Tendo - artificial woman based on character from Ranma 1/2




	Kasumi Tendo is a character from the manga and anime series, Ranma 1/2.  
She is the eldest of the three Tendo sisters and is basically the mother-figure 
of the series.  Amid the chaos of the series, she is the calm center to the 
family.  If Ranma was a Disney movie, she would be the one calling woodland 
creatures to do the housework.

	Although she probably had some martial arts training early in life, her 
skills lie in her cooking and household management.

	She is probably around 20 years old by the end of the series.  She has 
beautiful long brown hair and wears a near constant smile.  Although she 
normally wears fairly conservative dresses, she has displayed a beautiful figure 
on the occasional trip to the beach.

	Out of all the characters in the Ranma cast list, she is the only one who 
is not likely to cause major household destruction.  And she is the one who 
deserves something better in life than just cleaning up her family's messes.

	One of the reasons I chose her to be my first character incarnation is 
that if Alpha is able to pull this off, I will need someone like her to help 
manage the odd cast of characters who will be appearing over the upcoming 
months.  Plus, I have a great story to explain her appearance here and why she 
cannot return to Japan.  (Well, "great" in this case is a relative term.  Let's 
say it's a story that fits in well with the Ranma-verse.)

* * * * *

	I gazed at the unconscious figure floating in the transparent goo of the 
nanite assembly pod.  The pod looked a bit like a Bacta Tank from Star Wars, but 
turned on its side and shaped like an egg.  Actually, that's not much like the 
Bacta Tank, so never mind.

	Her hair was long and dark brown, swirling gently under her lithe naked 
form. Her face was partially covered by a breathing mask.  She had long smooth 
legs leading up to a thin waist.  Her breasts were probably about a B-cup, young 
and firm with small dark nipples.  I couldn't see her pubic area due to her body 
position, but Alpha and I had decided on a small bush with bare lips.

	"Is she ready?"

	"Almost.  Animation was successful and she has been breathing on her own 
for the past 1 hour and 8 minutes.  We have a 90% evacuation of the nanites from 
the chamber. Evacuation should be complete in 2 minutes."

	I squinted at the fluid, as if I would be able to see the nanites with my 
naked eyes.  

	I had already opened the unit and dipped gloved hands into the goo twice 
before, once to rearrange the limbs which weren't growing in the proper 
directions and once to cut and tie off the psuedo-placenta -- and let me tell 
you that was "fun", but there's no way she could pass for a normal human without 
a belly button.

	"Good."  I went and got the towels and prepared the wash-down spray, 
setting the temperature to lukewarm.  "How long until she wakes up?"

	"She should not be able to wake up until I send an activation signal, 
which must be sent within 48 hours of her initial animation to avoid neuron 
degradation.  This gives us 46 hours and 23 minutes from now until she must wake 
up or we risk the possibility of brain damage."

	"And all the background memories are loaded?  Were you able to test them?"

	"A full test will not be possible until she is conscious, but there is a 
93% probability that our memory implant methods worked properly."

	A moment later the goo started draining from the pod.  When it was pretty 
much clear, I opened the latch and reached out to touch her.  Warm, soft flesh 
and a beating pulse met my probing fingers.

	"Wonderful," I muttered happily.  I turned the water spray on her, washing 
the remains of the goo off.  I paused to rearrange her form so I could have easy 
access to her hair, feeling vaguely dirty and invasive doing this to a sleeping 
woman in my care.  After a quick shampoo and rinse, I carefully dried her off 
and carried her upstairs.

	I dressed her in simple pajamas and tucked her into bed.  I had only 
purchased one outfit for her, which matched her normal house clothes from the 
anime, and hung it up in plain view of the bed.  I put a note next to a hand 
bell on her bedside table.  It read:  "You are safe.  Please ring the bell when 
you are awake and dressed."

	I went back downstairs and started preparing a nice breakfast for her.  
Alpha had pointed out the previous day that she would probably be ravenously 
hungry when she woke up.

	"Alpha, where's our letter from Mr. Tendo?"

	"I believe you left it in the library."  

	I darted back upstairs, quickly found the letter and returned to the 
kitchen.

	"Good.  Okay, breakfast can be put together within a minute or so, just 
keeping the eggs warm... all right!  Wake her up."

	"Waking.  Do you wish to listen?"

	"Sure.  Actually, can you pipe the video to the kitchen monitor?"

	"Displaying now."

	Kasumi was yawning and stretching.  She blinked a few times and looked 
around in confusion.  She didn't look even a little bit afraid at being in a 
strange bedroom, which fit in well with her character which could take almost 
anything in stride.  Eventually, she noticed the note and bell.  I should 
probably point out that we made her bilingual - English and Japanese - with the 
memories of taking English courses in school.

	She read the note again.  I think I heard a faint gurgling, and her hand 
moved to her stomach.  "Oh my."  Her voice was almost a perfect match to the 
original Japanese voice actress.  Beautiful.

	She moved out of view of the camera, towards her clothes.  At this point, 
I started collecting breakfast and putting it all on the tray, including the 
'letter from her father' we had cooked up.

	A moment later, she was dressed and rang the bell.

	"I'll be up with breakfast in a minute," I yelled.

	Checking my appearance in the hall mirror, I quickly moved upstairs to her 
room.  I knocked awkwardly.  The door opened, revealing my vision of animated 
loveliness.  Her breathing seemed to quicken slightly.

	Upon seeing me, I knew that the pleasure center of her brain was being 
noticeably stimulated by Alpha.  This would happen every time she saw me until 
it became a natural response for her.

	"Kasumi Tendo?"

	"Hai, I mean, yes, I am Tendo Kasumi."

	"I am honored to meet you.  My name is Frank.  My father was a friend of 
your father, Soun, many years ago.  He asked for my help when your situation 
arose.  I have a letter he left for you.  You can read it while you eat 
breakfast, if you like."

	I moved inside the room and set the tray down on the small writing table.

	"I understand that this situation is probably strange and unexpected.  If 
you have any questions after you read the letter, I will be happy to try and 
help answer them.  You are probably very hungry now.  Please join me downstairs 
when you are ready."

	I gave a polite nod of the head and respectfully backed out of the room.

	She no doubt devoured the eggs, bacon, toast, juice and fruit quickly. 
Probably not a traditional Japanese breakfast, but it should be tasty.  I'm no 
chef, but I am a decent cook.

	The letter itself read (in Japanese):

My dearest Kasumi,
	I have been told that you will have no memory of the events that 
transpired yesterday, so let me transcribe them for you.
	Shampoo recently discovered a forbidden Chinese Amazon cloning technique 
and tried to use it to create her own copy of Ranma.  Unfortunately, you touched 
the cursed bundle first and fell victim to it.  Her Great-Grandmother Cologne 
arrived too late to stop it.
	It turns out that the cloning technique is forbidden because, while the 
clone is perfectly normal to begin with, if the clone sees or hears the original 
person, it becomes suicidally violent and tries to kill the original in any way 
it can.
	This means that there are now two Tendo Kasumis in the world.  There is no 
way to tell you apart and you must be kept separate from each other forever, 
lest one of you kill the other.
	I have sent you to the son of an old American friend of mine, Frank, who 
has promised to keep you safe.
	Know that we love you, but you cannot return home or even call.
	It may help to view this as a new start in life, free of the burdens you 
took upon yourself when your mother died.  I know that I have not always been 
the best father since that terrible day.  I fell into myself, shutting out most 
of the world and letting you and Nabiki take over my responsibilities as head of 
the household. Please view this as the opportunity to live the life you would 
want to, free with the knowledge that you are still here in Nerima, caring for 
your family.
		Tendo Soun


	For those readers who are unfamiliar with Ranma 1/2, know that this would 
constitute a normal day for them, except that the curse probably would have 
fallen upon Ranma... or maybe Akane.

	Twenty minutes later, Kasumi came downstairs, looking at the large house 
around her, carrying the tray of dirty dishes.

	"Soun told me what happened and asked for my help."

	"That was very kind of you.  I... I'm not sure what I'm going to do..."

	Taking the tray from her, I said, "Well, today what we're going to do is 
go buy you a new wardrobe.  There was only one set of clothes for two Kasumis, 
so one of you gets to go shopping!"

	"Oh, I couldn't possibly impose on you."

	"Don't worry about it.  We'll get you a good selection of casual and fine 
quality clothes, along with any toiletries you need.  We'll just tell anyone who 
asks that you're an exchange student I'm hosting.  Here, you might need these."  

	I handed her a fake passport and visa.  Alpha assured me they would easily 
pass everything short of a full background check.


	I was generally not a big fan of shopping for clothes, but since I had 
become wealthy, at least I knew where to shop.  I enjoyed the look on her face 
as we piled up the purchases, with me never checking the prices or reaching a 
spending limit.  (The bill eventually came to almost $6000 for the day.)

	When we took a break for lunch, her emotional distress became more 
apparent. She occasionally paused during the conversation, her eyes going misty, 
probably remembering Akane and Nabiki or even Ranma.  I tried to avoid 
mentioning her family, but the subject couldn't help but come up more than once.

	I did my best to steer the discussions back to topics such as what else 
she needed or wanted and was she enjoying herself.  I wasn't trying to buy her 
love... from my perspective, she was already bought and paid for.  

	That's not quite right.  Makes me sound a bit creepy... making her a 
slave.  I suppose her free will wasn't quite as free as a normal person, but I 
wanted a friend and lover, not a servant or slave.

	And now that sounds pathetic instead of creepy.  How about, I wanted a lot 
of friends and lovers... she just happened to be the first.  (Is that fair to 
them?  No?  Well, neither is life.)

	The point is, I wanted her to be happy.  For that to happen, she needed to 
accept that she had 'moved' to America permanently.

	This brought up a problem that I had thought of but apparently not thought 
through completely.  For her to be Kasumi Tendo, she had to have her 'memories'. 
But that meant she didn't naturally belong here, especially not without her 
family.  I would have to wait for a natural grieving process to complete, but I 
didn't want to wait.

	I decided that I would have to make sure she was focused on other things, 
keep her occupied so that she wouldn't drown in grief or self-pity.  None of her 
programming prevented natural human reactions, but it would make it easier to 
have her focus on me instead of her lost family.

	The shopping trip was a good start.  It let her begin building a new 
identity, free from physical reminders of her 'previous life' in Japan.

	Knowing she was programmed to receive a spike of pleasure every time she 
saw me or I paid attention to her, I had her start modeling her new outfits for 
me.  Between the shopping itself and the approval and attention she was getting 
from me, her pleasure center was pumping out lust and happy feelings throughout 
the afternoon.  I think it helped her immensely to be distracted from the "fact" 
that she could never go home again.


	On the way back to the house that evening, I offered to pay for her to 
attend college or whatever school she wanted to attend.  We spent some time 
discussing her interests and talents (nursing and cooking seemed to top the 
lists).

	I had dinner delivered and we both sat and watched TV while we ate.  Our 
conversation started to run down around 8pm, when the stress of the day seemed 
to wear her down a bit.  When I suggested she retire for the evening, she sat up 
straight and clutched at my arm.

	"No, please.  You've been so wonderful to me, and I don't know how to 
repay you.  And... and I don't want to be alone right now."

	I reached across and gave her a sideways hug, moving my face near hers but 
not moving to kiss her.

	"Kasumi, I am happy to help you in any way you want me to.  But know that 
you do not have to do anything in this house that you do not want to do.  There 
are no strings attached to you staying here."

	She lowered her eyes respectfully, and saw a bulge straining to escape my 
pants. "You have been so kind, and today has been... I have no right to ask for 
even more of your attentions, but I do not wish to be alone tonight."

	"Kasumi... Look at me."  I touched her chin, gently pushing her head up 
slightly.  I could almost feel her implant driving her crazy with lust right 
now, but her self control remained amazing.
	"Kasumi, you are a very beautiful woman, and I would love to spend the 
night with you.  But you have been through a great trauma today, and if you wish 
to simply be in the same room or hold someone tonight, that will..."

	I was cut off at this point when she crushed her lips against mine.  I 
mentally shouted a huge 'YES' and took her in my arms.  Implants and programming 
were working fine!  I gently parted her lips with my tongue and started 
exploring her mouth.  We continued on this way for a good 10 minutes.

	Pulling back, I looked her in the eye while my hand trailed down her arm, 
gently grabbing her wrist and bringing it to my mouth.  I began to kiss my way 
back up her arm while my hands moved around to caress her back, searching for a 
zipper.

	"Please be gentle.  I've never...  There was never time to date since I 
had to take care of Father and... so, I've never had any actual experiences with 
men.  Not like..."  She blushed and looked away.

	I paused.  "I'm honored."  Yes, I already knew she was a virgin, but I 
couldn't let her know that I knew.  "We should do this properly.  In a bed."

	"Don't be rude aaaaahh".  Her polite reprimand was ignored as I picked her 
up bodily in my arms, mentally thanking Alpha again for the muscle tone.

	Keeping my eyes fixed on hers, I carried her upstairs to the master 
bedroom and set her down on the bed.  She gasped slightly upon seeing it.  I had 
really splurged on the bed, dreaming of orgies to come.  While the bed in her 
room was a standard Queen size, mine was custom.  Twelve feet wide and nine feet 
long with adjustable firmness.

	"Welcome to the room of many future orgies... hopefully."

	I stood her up and moved my hands lightly over her body, tracing her 
curves but avoiding her breasts and groin for now.

	"Kasumi, you are a polite and reserved young lady, and this is a wonderful 
thing because you are a wonderful lady.  But you are also a gorgeous young woman 
entering the prime of her life.  This too should not be ignored, especially 
tonight."

	I reached behind her and started unfastening her dress.

	"The... the lights..." she stammered as I pulled the dress forward, 
removing her arms from the sleeves.

	"No, the lights stay on.  I don't want either of us to be denied the view 
of your beautiful form."

	"It's not proper.  You shouldn't say or do such things."

	Despite her protestations, her torso was now bare except for her bra, her 
dress hanging from her waist.  I trailed my fingers in a spiral around one of 
her breasts, feeling her hard nipple pointing at me from under the bra.

	"Do you want me to stop?" I asked as I rubbed the nipple.  Again, not a 
fair question.  With her implants and stimuli, she could no more want to stop me 
than she could successfully negate gravity by will alone.

	"No," she gasped.  "But it would be more proper if the lights were off."

	I kissed her left nipple through the bra.  "But then I wouldn't be able to 
see you clearly.  You understand the difficulty."

	Standing up straight, I gently tilted her face upwards and kissed her 
lips. "Kasumi, inside the bedroom, we decide for ourselves what is proper.  And 
no one can say we're wrong.  And no one will know unless we tell them."

	My hands fell to her hips, where I urged the dress downwards.

	Her face was now a bright red.  Her eyes desperately seemed to try to 
avoid mine, but kept coming back to look at me, pupils wide with Alpha-induced 
fascination and lust.

	Now that she was reduced to bra and panties, I stood back and hurriedly 
pulled off my own shirt and pants.  I had wanted to have her remove my clothes, 
but was feeling a bit rushed.  I realized this and forced myself to take a 
breath and slow down.  I removed my earbud communicator and slipped it into its 
charging station.  At her quizzical look, I said, "It's like a phone.  I'll 
explain some other time."

	She stood about 5' 6" with flawless Asian skin and features.  I'm not sure 
when her shoes had been kicked off, but she stood on bare feet.  Even from a 
couple feet apart, I could practically feel the heat radiating from her blush, 
which had now apparently spread to cover her entire torso.

	I pushed her back so she was sitting on the edge of the bed and knelt 
before her in my obviously tented underwear.

	"I need to taste you."  I applied light pressure to her knees, trying to 
spread them.  They snapped shut.

	"No, that's not..."

	"Kasumi, you are a young virgin who MUST experience more than one very 
large orgasm before you go to sleep tonight.  The best way to start this is with 
cunnilingus."

	"That's dirty.  You shouldn't put your... your mouth where it's so... 
unclean."

	"It's not dirty, it's..." and I stopped.  There was no way I could ever 
let myself force anything sexual on Kasumi, and she seemed very firm on the 
subject.  (There's a huge difference between feigned reluctance and actual 
refusal.)  I had to work within her own desires.

	I thought for a moment, then grinned widely.  "Maybe you're right.  If I 
shouldn't eat off a dirty plate, then perhaps we should clean it first."

	I stood up and, grabbing her hand, brought her with me to the master bath.  

	The Master bathroom was the largest and the only one in the house with 
both a shower stall and a jacuzzi-style bath.  We'd relax in the bath later.  
For now, cleanliness was the goal and we stopped before the shower stall.

	I turned on the water and waited for it to warm up.  (I had a bunch of 
those tankless water heaters around the house, one for each bathroom.  Saved on 
energy, but not instantly hot.)

	I pulled off my boxers, and my erection sprang into clear view.  She gave 
an appreciative gasp, staring at it as I unfastened her bra and let it fall to 
the floor.

	Stepping close, I kissed her hard, trying to put some intensity into it as 
I pulled her panties free of her hips.

	I held her closer to me as we kissed, feeling her hard nipples drill into 
my chest.  Still connected by our lips, we stepped into the shower and let the 
warm spray cover our bodies.

	Coming up for air, I pulled back slightly and reached for the liquid soap 
and sponge.  I gleefully attacked her body with the cleansing implements, 
exploring her completely naked form for the first time.  Perhaps I lingered too 
long on certain areas -- breasts, ass and legs can just get soooo dirty, after 
all -- but she didn't seem to mind. 

	When I finally reached her pussy, the lips were flowing with liquid which 
seemed much more slippery than the water.  I applied the soapy sponge gently but 
thoroughly as she looked away in embarrassment.  But this time, she didn't 
protest or pull away.

	I ran my finger up and down the lips, dipping briefly inside, which caused 
a small clenching convulsion.  Bringing the finger to my lips, I made a show of 
tasting it.

	"It seems clean enough now.  Do you agree?"  Actually, it tasted a bit 
watery, but I wrongly thought it was just because we were in the shower.

	She didn't answer and seemed to blush even harder, though I didn't think 
that was possible.

	I stood up and added more soap to the sponge.  Pressing it into her hand, 
I said, "Now it's your turn.  I should be clean too."

	I think I could have fried an egg on her cheeks by this point.

	I took her by the wrist and guided her against my chest, moving the sponge 
in circles.  After a minute of this, she took over and moved to my arms and 
back.  She skipped down to my legs and gave them a more thorough washing than 
they needed, obviously gathering her courage to tackle my nether regions.

	Eventually, she turned me facing away from her and gently but thoroughly 
soaped and cleaned my butt, at one point even bravely forcing her way between 
the cheeks to clean my anus.  When I felt she had rinsed it off sufficiently, I 
turned around, bringing my cock directly before her face.

	The nine inches bobbing in front of her seemed almost hypnotic, trapping 
her eyes and not letting go.

	She whispered quietly, "I don't know if this will fit inside of me, but I 
want to try.  But first, he must be clean."

	Summoning her courage and determination, she began to stroke my penis with 
the soapy sponge, moving it gently from side to side as she worked.  Her free 
hand moved down to cup my balls and clean them, as well as the perineum under 
and behind the scrotum.

	Splashing water on my genitals, she rinsed off the soap and put down the 
sponge.  The she leaned forward and kissed the tip of my cock, following with a 
lick along the shaft.

	I have had blowjobs a few times before, and it was obvious that she was 
not planning to suck me off...  But the combination of her touch, her reluctance 
and her willingness to please me made her simple touches more exciting than any 
previous blowjob I had received. 

	With my cock jumping at her every touch, I was in danger of coming much 
sooner than I wanted to.  I lifted her to her feet and crushed our lips 
together, letting my fingers dance around her quivering quim, stroking her lower 
lips.

	"Now may I eat you?"

	She gave a slight nod, her mouth still parted from our kiss.

	I was tempted to start licking right there in the shower, but the bed was 
still my intention.  I shut off the water and grabbed a large towel, which I 
used to thoroughly rub down her soft body.  She returned the favor and soon I 
was carrying her to the bed again, this time laying her down completely.  And 
this time, her legs were parted from the beginning.

	When I crawled between her legs, she covered her face with clenched fists 
and turned away slightly... but not so much that I couldn't see her sneaking 
occasional peaks at me from between her fingers.

	Her cunt was practically a work of art in and of itself.  No hair had ever 
grown around the lips (and never would), leaving them smooth and unblemished.  A 
small patch of hair above, looking like an upside-down triangle with the bottom 
tip cut off, felt like smooth fur, not the coarse hair I was accustomed to.  The 
outer lips were swollen with arousal and the inner lips were dripping wet.

	I finally stopped admiring with my eyes and fingers and began admiring 
with my tongue and fingers.  She tasted... well, to be honest, bland.  Kasumi 
may have been built as an adult woman, but there were many things about her that 
needed time to develop properly, and pussy flavor was apparently one of them.

	The reminder of her origins took me out of the moment a bit, but after 
only a few seconds of licking, her thighs clamped together on my head, trapping 
me in place as she gave out a squeal.  I was refocused.

	I dug my tongue in as deep as I could and played my fingers around her 
clit for a couple minutes or so, with her legs apparently trying to force my 
entire head into her little pink tunnel.

	I paused for a moment, pushing her legs apart slightly to allow a slight 
repositioning.  I pushed two fingers from my left hand into her pussy, curling 
them up, searching for the mythical G-spot.  I had no idea if it was on this 
side of her hymen or not, but I was willing to explore.  With my right hand, I 
gently pulled back on the skin around her clit, exposing it to the attentions of 
my tongue.  She really wasn't ready for this, and her whole body quivered with 
every stroke.  After maybe 5 minutes of this, I sped up my attentions and was 
shortly rewarded with a much louder squeal, followed by a relaxation of her body 
and a quiet, "Oh, my."

	I sat up, keeping my fingers going with a gentle stroking motion of her 
labia.  Kasumi looked like she was at one with the universe.  I idly wondered if 
this was the first time she had ever had an orgasm... then realized what a silly 
and pointless question that would be.

	I found the towel from the bathroom on the floor next to the bed and used 
it to wipe down my face.  I pulled a condom from my bedside table and sat next 
to her.

	"Kasumi?"

	It took her a moment to refocus herself.  "Oh, my.  Is it always like 
that?"

	"Well, yes and no.  Every time is different, and with every person it's 
different.  And the first time should always be special.  Can you sit up?"

	After another minute of gathering her wits and limbs, she was sitting next 
to me on the bed.  I don't think she consciously realized it, but her left hand 
was gently stroking her pussy as she sat.

	"Now it's time for part two."  I held up the condom.

	Alpha and I weren't sure if she could actually become pregnant.  
Theoretically it was possible.  Alpha's method to create a body used stimulated 
and guided cell growth, not just artificial assembly by nanites.  This isn't the 
time to go into the specifics, but suffice to say, her body was fully capable of 
having a baby... we just weren't sure her actual ovum eggs were viable.  Or, if 
they were viable, whether the resulting baby would be normal or not.  A 
prescription for 'the pill' was in Kasumi's near future.

	She was momentarily confused, then comprehension dawned.  "Is that a 
condom?"

	"Yes, and I want you to put it on me.  I'll show you how."

	I had her kneel in front of me and took her hands in mine.

	"First, stroke my cock a few times to make sure it's fully erect."  She 
started blushing again as I used her hand to masturbate myself.

	"Don't look away.  You need to learn this.  You putting the condom on me 
should be part of our foreplay.  Now, pinch the center here and put it against 
the tip of my cock like this.  Keep holding this part and then... there, roll it 
down the shaft carefully.  Keep going.  It's all right, there's supposed to be a 
little extra room at the tip.  That's good."

	Her blush never faded, but she paid attention, perhaps thinking about 
future possibilities, or maybe about how this was going to fit inside her.

	I moved her back next to me on the bed and started stroking her cunt lips 
as I stretched her out next to me on the bed.

	Keeping the gentle stroking constant and locking eyes with her, I asked, 
"This is your last chance to back out.  In a minute I'll be inside you..."  Here 
I thrust a finger up her quim. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

	I wasn't playing fair, but I wanted her to remember this first time fondly 
and to know that this was all entirely her choice.  Well, as far as she knew 
anyway.

	"Yes, but please..."

	"I'll be gentle and go slowly."

	She relaxed a bit, then stiffened slightly and I moved between her legs.  
I backtracked for a moment, grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under her hips.  
Moving back into position, I rubbed the tip of my penis up and down her labial 
lips.  She was still overflowing with natural lubrication as I started gently 
pushing my way inside.

	After what felt like only a couple inches I hit a barrier.

	"This part might hurt a little, but it only hurts once."  I gave a couple 
more exploratory mini-thrusts, then pushed past the hymen, relieving her of her 
virginity.

	She sucked in her breath in a small hiss and tensed up slightly.  I held 
still, except for my hands, which I moved up to caress her breasts.

	"Tell me when you're ready for more."

	After a long ten-count, she said, "Just a small bit, please."

	I moved my hips back and forth a little, and she seemed to relax.  I 
gradually increased my strokes, moving a little bit deeper each time.  After 
about five minutes of this, I reached the far end of her pussy.  I looked down 
at our joining and saw that only about an inch of my penis remained outside.  
Part of me wanted to just push it all in regardless, maybe force it into her 
womb, but I had been working hard to retain my control and resisted the urge.

	Instead, I leaned down and kissed her, digging out her tongue to engage it 
in a duel.  While still lip-locked, I carefully drew back almost to the entrance 
of her vaginal tunnel and thrust forward strongly, breaking the kiss.

	"Now we FUCK," I said quietly, giving special emphasis to the dirty word, 
just for her, and I started the piston-like movements of sex, trying to be 
careful to avoid simply battering her womb.

	I struggled mightily to hold off until she came again and almost failed.  
If not for the slight deadening of sensation from the condom, I would have come 
in the first minute.  I was really worked up.  As it was, I lasted a good 5 or 
10 minutes, and my orgasm seemed to trigger hers.

	I  collapsed on top of her for a moment before pulling out and rolling off 
of her.  We both lay there, breathing heavily.  Eventually, I propped myself up 
on one elbow and looked her over.  I don't know if a woman is ever more 
beautiful than during and just after orgasm.  There's no self-consciousness 
then, no worries of the world or of the future.

	I stroked her face with my free hand, moving slowly down to her breast, 
where I gently played with and tweaked her nipple.

	"How are you feeling?"

	"Like a woman."  But she refused to elaborate.

	"Are you up for another round?" I asked as I stripped off the used condom, 
tied it off and dropped it off the side of the bed.

	"Oh, yes.  But are you... can you... I mean, I've been told that men go to 
sleep afterwards."

	I smiled.  "Sometimes, yes.  But tonight I have enough energy for another 
round."  My record was actually five ejaculations in a day since my nanite 
treatments had begun, although that was from masturbation, not actual sex.

	I pulled out her hip pillow, pulled off its cover (only a little blood) 
and threw it away.  I pulled out a fresh condom, pumped my shaft a few times to 
keep it going, and started to put the condom on.

	Kasumi sat up.  Blushing, she said, "Here, that is my job, correct?" and 
took it from me.  I had definitely returned to full stiffness by the time the 
second condom was in place.

	"Now, let's try a new position.  Do you want to be on top, or..." I looked 
at her blush as she looked away in embarrassment.  "Okay, let me introduce you 
to 'doggy style'."

	Doggy style sex was less intimate, in that she wasn't looking at me, but 
it had a couple advantages given the situation.  The big advantage was that it 
was still a passive role for her.  I'm sure we could work up to a cowgirl 
position or something else where she was more actively participating, but not 
right away.  This position also let me insert Mr. Johnson all the way inside Ms. 
Pussy.  A disadvantage was that her clit wasn't being directly stimulated, but I 
rectified that problem by reaching under with my right hand to rub her stiff 
little clitty.

	This time, I lasted at least 20 minutes, and I think she came at least 
twice, maybe as many as 5 times.  Kasumi was not very vocal during sex, so I had 
to judge by pussy contractions.

	Fucking in this position did make me wonder about anal sex with her, but 
given her thoughts on cleanliness, that might never happen.  Maybe with an enema 
first?

	When this second round of sex completed, I got rid of the used condom 
again, turned off the lights and held her spooned to me, her smooth back against 
my hairy chest, as we drifted off to sleep.



	I was sure we had changed positions during the night, but when I woke up 
in the morning, I was still spooning her from behind, my morning wood trapped 
between us, laying along the line of her buttocks.

	I just held her, gradually becoming aware that she was also awake.

	"Good morning, Kasumi-chan.  How are you feeling?"

	No response.  I kissed the back of her head, then reached up with my free 
arm to pull her hair back so I could see her face.  She was crying.

	"What's wrong?"  She wasn't sobbing, just crying.
	"Did I hurt you?  I'm sorry."

	"No, Frank-sama."  (AN:  She actually used my last name here, but I'm 
deliberately keeping the story last-name-less, as you may have noticed.)

	"Then what's wrong?  How can I help?"

	"I... I woke up before dawn, like I normally do to get ready and start 
breakfast for father and Akane and Nabiki and Ranma and... and then I remembered 
where I was and that I can't go back because of that foolish Shampoo... and then 
I remembered how kind you were to me and what we did last night... and how 
wonderful it was.  And I started to wonder, is this all I have left?  I love 
being with you and want to do... IT... more, but shall I just become a mistress 
or servant?  Is that all I have left to do in life?"

	I kissed the back of her head while I considered things for a moment.  Her 
comment about "that foolish Shampoo" was Kasumi's equivalent of calling her "a 
stupid fucking whore cuntrag".  Kasumi was really emotionally on the edge.  I 
had never seen her like this in the anime or manga.  Maybe fictional people 
wouldn't do well in the real world.  Still, my house was not going to be the 
"real world".

	"Maybe this is a good time to talk to you about a job proposal.  I plan to 
gradually invite people to live with me in this house.  People who have no 
families of their own.  And some of these people will probably not be... normal.  
I need someone to manage the house.
	"This isn't a job for a maid or a cook, though I expect some cleaning and 
cooking will be part of the job.  I need someone to mediate disputes, make 
grocery lists and do the shopping.  To assign chores and, if needed, call in a 
maid or gardening service.  It will be like an apartment manager or house 
mother."

	No response, but she was listening intently.  

	"The house probably won't actually fill up for another year or two, but I 
hope to have a couple of college students join us in 2 or 3 months.  So you have 
time to prepare.  I have been told you are a wonderful cook, but you need 
experience cooking American food too... and European and whatever other types 
you would want to learn.
	"Nursing classes would probably help a lot, so we can arrange for those 
too.
	"I have a regular maid service that comes in once a week.  A lawn care 
service too.  But when we have enough people living here, we can turn those jobs 
into chores.  Cooking too.  You wouldn't have to cook every night, but we would 
need someone to plan meals properly and do the shopping.  Or at least make the 
shopping lists.
	"You, my dear, have experience with most of this, correct?  And you have a 
wonderful calming presence.  And this would keep you near me so I can take 
advantage of you on a regular basis."   I moved my hand from her breast down to 
stroke her pubic hair and flexed my cock against her ass.

	She reached down and took my hand in hers.  "Yes, that sounds good.  I 
will do my best and try not to disappoint you.  But I am afraid I probably will 
disappoint you this morning.  I am very sore down there right now."

	"I'm glad.  Well, not that you're sore, but that's to be expected.  Are 
you willing to try something else?"

	"What?," she asked suspiciously.

	"Have you ever heard of a blow job?"


	We had to go get a clean washcloth first, but once my cock had been 
cleaned, Kasumi demonstrated that she could be quite a good student.

	We showered again (together, with play but no actual sex), dressed and had 
breakfast.  I showed her around the kitchen and taught her how I like my eggs.  
She started making a list of food to buy to show me a traditional Japanese 
breakfast tomorrow, expanding the list to include food needed for lunch and 
dinner.

	I gave her a full tour of the house and grounds.  I introduced her to my 
two "trained" rats and two untrained.  (Chronologically, I still had four test 
rats at this point; the one testing death was still a few months away.)  I even 
showed her the basement, with the server racks and lab full of unexplained 
equipment.  

	The basement was off limits to anyone but me, I explained.  I was showing 
her now so she wouldn't be overcome with curiosity later.


	After all, now she knew what was down there and none of it interested her.  
If I hadn't shown her, who knows?  She might have been overcome with curiosity a 
month or two from now and found two young college students being grown in side-
by-side vats.

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