From nowhere@nowhen.com Thu Apr 24 21:54:56 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!sprint!ix.netcom.com!news From: nowhere@nowhen.com (Legion) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Re-re-post: Lottery 1-40 in 25 parts - lottry10.txt [1/1] Date: 25 Apr 1997 01:54:56 GMT Organization: None of The Above Lines: 962 Message-ID: <5jp2tg$959@dfw-ixnews7.ix.netcom.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: pon-mi2-14.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Thu Apr 24 8:54:56 PM CDT 1997 X-Newsreader: WinVN 0.99.8 (16bit) Chapter 20 Alima I woke to a quiet beeping noise-my watch alarm. Thuy slept on her stomach, oblivious. I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. Then I freed Mei and Rachel. The Indian girl decided to sleep in for a while, the Cucumber had kept her up and coming all night long. I grinned and gave her a quick kiss. Sleepily she said she'd be down about supper time. Mei was fresh and rested, despite the stiffness of sleeping spread- eagled. She asked me again to enslave her. I said I was still thinking about it. I was tired but not sleepy enough to go back to bed. Mei challenged me to a swim, to which I agreed. She immediately took off her clothes and headed for the pool. Since my trunks were in my room and Thuy was still asleep I decided a little skinny dipping would be just the thing. Of course I'd forgotten about Sherry. Big mistake. We'd just decided to get out when Sherry gave a loud wolf whistle. Both of us had been skinny dipping. I yelped and splashed back into the water. Laughing, Mei got out and leisurely put her bikini on, ignoring Sherry's bump and grind rendition. "Bring me a towel, would you?" I asked her. Grinning she nodded and went into the house. Much to my chagrin Sherry ambled over to the pool. "Nice day for a swim." She noted casually, picking up Rachel's suit curiously. "This isn't your color, Paul." Wandering over to the lounger she picked up Thuy's suit and made small clucking noises in her throat. "Messy, messy. Where's little Thuy this morning?" She grinned nastily. I was damned if she'd out casual me. "Oh, she decided to sleep in this morning. Jet lag, you know. It's still four in the morning for her." "And I bet she had a real hard night too." Sherry crooned. "What with all that screaming in the woods and all." I went cold. "Doing a little extra-curricular activity, Sherry?" I asked mildly. "Just getting some pointers from an experienced man, is all." She drawled. "A girl's got to learn somehow, ya' know." Her accent was thick enough to cut this morning. "You should be a little more circumspect. Don't let Thuy hear you spied on her, ok?" "I wouldn't dream of it, sugar daddy." Sherry leaned down and whispered. "What's it worth to you?" "Why you mercenary little whore. I thought you liked the girls." "I do." She snapped back. "Then why are you trying to hurt them?" I snapped. "Sherry, sometime's I wonder if you're worth the trouble. How'd you feel if somebody did that to you? Huh? I don't think you'd like it much." "Like what much?" Mei asked. We'd been so involved her silent approach had gone unnoticed. Sherry jumped so hard I thought she'd tumble into the pool. Only my sense of modesty prevented me from helping her in. "Sherry went for a walk in the woods last night." I snapped. "And then tried to capitalize on it." At least she had the sense to blush, the little hussy. "Is that true?" Mei asked, voice carefully neutral. Sherry must have felt the quicksand beckoning. She didn't answer. "Sherry?" Mei's voice darkened. "What's the use? You'll believe him no matter what I say. I didn't know they were there until Thuy screamed." "What did you do then?" Mei asked, letting her voice warm. "I went to look, naturally.. I wanted to make sure he wasn't hurting her." Sherry closed her eyes and shuddered. "What did you see, Sherry?" Mei asked, now openly sympathetic. "He-he was jamming this thing up between her legs. She was standing spread-eagled, trying to get away. This thing was huge, Mei. It must have been a foot long! She kept groaning as he pushed, and struggling." Sherry took a deep breath. "Then he started hitting her with a switch. After that it was a paddle. She was crying, Mei! It must have hurt like hell. And when he was done he raped her. Just stood in front and ripped her cherry to hell. He must have hurt her something awful because she screamed like the devil was at her. Then that bastard pulled out and put it up her from behind. I bet he raped her asshole, the pervert!" Sherry glared at me. "What did you do then?" "I got the hell out of there. If he'd have caught me I'd have been next." "I see." Mei said carefully. She extended the towel, letting it fall open to hide me. I scrambled out of the pool awkwardly and quickly wrapped it around my middle. "Master, Sherry and I need to have a long talk. Why don't you go fix breakfast? We'll be in shortly." She gave me a quick kiss. Trusting her instincts I did as she bade. I had breakfast laid out by the time the two girls came in. Sherry seemed shaken. She mumbled an apology and sat down without another word. Mei winked at me. I noticed there were grass stains on Sherry's back. I didn't ask. Mei and I readied the house for Alima's appearance that night. Like Mei, Alima was rich, richer even than the oriental girl. But unlike Mei Alima was arrogant. The reception I had planned for her should humble the overweening girl, using the age-old tools of fear, sensory deprivation, and the soul-searing intensity of orgasm. At nine o'clock I made a series of calls to arrange for Thuy's car. I wanted to see the look on her face when we walked in the garage. They promised to deliver it within two hours. Rachel appeared around ten, much better than she'd been at six. I asked her if she'd like to take Thuy shopping. She agreed, wanting to spend some of her own check. At ten thirty the car arrived, the paperwork was signed and the car displaced Aki's CRX. I wondered idly how much longer it would be before the Japanese girl showed up to use the lovely blue automobile. At eleven I got some massage oil and went back to my room. Thuy was curled on her side, the covers nestled under her chin, still fast asleep. I got undressed, put the oil on the bed stand and slipped under the covers. Thuy stirred fitfully but didn't wake up. "Hey." I said gently. "Time to wake up, sleepy head." She yawned just like a cat and opened her eyes. Shock made her freeze for a moment. "Good morning." I said, smiling gently. She was only a foot from me, and I watched her face as she remembered where she was and what happened last night. Finally she smiled timidly at me. "Good morning, master." She said softly. "What time is it?" "Eleven o'clock, Sleeping Beauty." I said. "The whole day's wasted." She smiled at my teasing. "Thuy, I got carried away last night. I apologize. If you'll permit me, I'd like to make amends with a massage. I'll be gentle, I promise." "You don't have to ask." She said, stroking my face. Then she gasped as she finally became aware of the welts. I had her turn on her belly and pulled back the sheets. Her ass was a mess. It had crisscrossed lines of welts, some with raw and scabbing wounds. I winced. I forced myself to examine the welts more carefully, not touching the teenager. "Well, how bad is it?" She asked finally. "It stings a little." "You won't die." I said ruefully. "But you won't be doing much sitting for a while. Damn, I'm sorry Thuy. I didn't mean to hurt you like this. I'll never do it again." "Do what? I can't see." She complained. Silently I fetched a hand mirror and held it for her. She whistled when she saw her rear end. "What'd you hit me with, thorns?" She said. "I can't believe it." "Should I get Mei to do this instead?" I asked miserably. "I'm really sorry, Thuy." "Oh, I'll live. And it was fun while it lasted." She put her head down. "God, I thought I'd never stop coming!" "You liked it?" I asked surprized. "I must have come two or three times." She said. "I never thought I could get off on pain like that." "This is going to hurt a little." I warned her. Taking the oil I poured a generous amount over her battered bottom. She sighed at the oil's cool touch. Hesitantly, carefully I spread the oil, using just my fingertips. Thuy sighed again. "That feels wonderful. Do it some more." She murmured. She spread her legs to let the oil trickle over her crotch. More confident now, I spread the oil down her legs. I'd only marked her buttocks, the rest of her was untouched. I concentrated on everything but her ass. She soon sighed and relaxed, grunting when I pressed into yeilding muscles. "You're very good at this." She said, stretching. "How can you tell?" I said, chuckling. "I'm just having fun, caressing a firm young body." "I like it." She said softly. "But weren't you going to work on my bottom?" "You sure? It might hurt." "Go ahead." Reluctantly I moved to her butt. The oil had coated her flesh, making it gleam in the light. The welts didn't look as bad now, the oil must have helped. The raw places were also smaller than I'd first thought. Thuy gasped when I ran my palms over her abused behind, but didn't ask me to stop. I worked the oil in, and it seemed to reduce the swelling. I used more oil than was strictly necessary, clearing away the dried blood. Despite first appearances there wasn't much actual damage. Most of dozen welts were just raised red flesh, only four had bled. "You're turning me on." Thuy whispered. She spread her legs invitingly. Smiling I ran an oil slick finger between her legs, making her yip in delight. Becoming bolder I pressed the finger into her asshole, feeling the resistance of tight, hard muscle as her anus fought me. "Oooh." She crooned. She whimpered when my finger finally managed entrance. I pushed in and out slowly. Thuy clutched the bed sheet in her fists, shivering slightly as I started working on her clitoris with my other hand. "Oh, this is wonderful." She said softly, writhing with slow sensuousness on the sheets. "I bet I can come this way." "Would you like that?" I asked, pushing a finger into her vagina. "Yes!" She hissed, raising her ass to let me probe deeper. "Let me fuck you." I whispered, bending over her. "You don't have to ask." She said urgently. "Fuck me. Now." I pulled her up on her hands and knees, feeling her oil slick skin slip erotically against mine. My first thrust was agonizingly slow. Carefully, with as much tenderness as I could manage I sank into her. Thuy cried out in joy, freezing in place as my inexorable gentle invasion bottomed out in her. "Oh, God," She wheezed. "That feels unbelievable. Don't stop, don't ever stop." She collapsed, her breasts against the sheet, only her ass held up. I slowly withdrew, taking almost ten seconds. Then I thrust again, feeling every fold of her vagina as it stretched to accept me. Thuy chuckled, then moaned in pleasure. As we continued to make love I found out the Vietnamese girl was no quiet lover. She whimpered and sighed, even giggled and cried out for me to go faster. I didn't, making her gasp with the frustration of insufficient stimulation. Not surprisingly, her cunt was tight. She clamped down as her orgasm grew near, urging me to fuck her harder by banging her ass against my hips. The inarticulate noises she was making turned me on. I could feel myself losing control as I had last night. I began to bang into her, pushing hard into her yielding softness. Thuy goaded me on with panting obscenities of what she was feeling, how she was going to come. Grabbing her hips I slammed into her, making her shriek in ecstasy. Savagely, forgetting her welts, I ground against her, then felt the almost indescribable pleasure of my come squirting into her writhing belly. Thuy groaned as she came. I didn't even feel her contractions, too caught up in my own pleasure. When we were done I toppled into the sheets, fighting for breath. "Wow." She said, running her finger down my arm. "I knew sex was supposed to be terrific, but this is ridiculous!" She laughed. "I feel like a porno queen." She gave me a quick kiss. "Um. Damned if I can see why." I said softly. "You really are something special, lady. Did you know you're the first girl I've actually made love to in this bed?" "Really?" Thuy's eyes opened wide. "But what about the others?" "Never in this bed." I said. "When they sleep with me, they sleep. And you're the only one that's made me totally lose control. Usually I can make a girl come two or three times. This morning it was over before I could stop myself." Thuy smiled like the proverbial cat in a goldfish bowl. "I'm honored. You sure you aren't just making that up? I came a dozen times last night at least." "How long was I inside you, though?" I asked. "Maybe five minutes? This time it was for" I glanced at my watch. "A half an hour? Jesus, I bet everybody's wondering what happened to us." "Really?" She asked, her smile turning wicked. "I think they know exactly what happened to us." I grinned at her, then turned serious. "Thank you, lady. I'm honored you chose to make love to me this morning." "I don't understand." She said puzzled. "From dusk to dawn I own you." I explained. "But from dawn to dusk you're a free spirit. Thank you for sharing your body with me." "Hey." She demurred. "Thank you. You have a body too, you know. And man, can you use it!" Her bald flattery made me feel much better. "We'd better get up." I said. "Today's going to be a busy day for both of us." "Why?" "Because I have to prepare for Alima's arrival." I grinned savagely. "She's not as-cooperative-as you are." Seeing the flash of disappointment on her face I kicked myself. "Thuy, I'm sorry. You must think I'm a real heel to talk about another girl after we've just made love. I apologize, but there are some realities to your situation. This is one of them." "I understand." She said with a brave little smile. I stroked her hair. "No, you don't." I gently corrected her. "But you will. Thuy Li Min, welcome home. May I never make you truly unhappy. And if you ever decide to leave, may it be a long long time from now." A radiant smile drove away the Hidden Disappointment model she'd been wearing. It transformed her from beautiful to ravishing. She kissed me on the cheek. "I'm being a selfish little girl. I know you have others. But I'm going to try to be your favorite." "Thuy, how many applicants do you think I screened to find my harem?" I asked, sitting up. She stared up at me, confused by my sudden change of subject. "I don't know." "Guess." "Oh, maybe a couple of hundred." She said after considering for a second. "Why?" "It was eight thousand." I said, fudging only a little. There had been eight thousand replies. "What?" Thuy exclaimed. "How many?" "Eight thousand." I said, helping her to her feet. "I chose each girl because she was exceptional in some way. Because you're here, Thuy, you're already one of my favorites." "Wow." She said looking up at me. Her moods were swift. An instant before she'd been bubbling. Now she was thoughtful. "What about the other girls? Mei, for instance?" "If I answer that, then I'll answer that question about you if it's ever asked. Still want to know?" "Yes." She decided after a short debate with herself. "Mei's extremely fond of being fucked in the ass. As for Rachel, I'm not quite sure yet. Rape certainly. But it's not just sexual talents I looked for." "Oh? What other talents would you need?" Thuy asked. I grinned. "What makes you think I wouldn't need other talents from my harem? Mei, for example, is the harem mistress. She has managerial and administrative skills-and a black belt in the martial arts." "You're kidding." Thuy said. "Little Mei? She can't be much heavier than I am." "She's not. But she's stronger than both of us put together." "Rachel's the diplomat. When things get tense she'll be the one to unwind them, put them in prospective. She's already proven her value-both in and out of bed." "What about me?" Thuy asked softly. I laughed and tossed her a robe. She put it on. "Cooking." I said. "A pork chop may not be as spectacular as a karate chop, but everybody's got to eat. Even me." I grinned at her. "Just a kitchen slave." She sighed melodramatically. "Oh, well." "Speaking of kitchens, it's lunch time. Today, we'll fix your lunch. Hungry?" "I could eat a horse." Thuy admitted. "Let me get dressed and I'll be right down." She left as I dressed, feeling pleasantly drained. I just hoped I'd be charged for Alima tonight. Thuy didn't waste much time, appearing less than ten minutes after I did. Her hair was still damp from a lightning fast shower. Of course, hair down to the waist takes a while to dry. Surprisingly it was Sherry who fixed lunch. Rachel helped her with the dishes while Mei took Thuy into the library to explain the terms of her slavery. I dried the dishes and put them away. By the time we were finished and I was getting impatient, Mei and Thuy returned. With the other girls grinning knowingly I bowed to Thuy. "Mei's mentioned your estate car?" I asked. Thuy just nodded, looking at the other girls suspiciously. "What's going on?" "I took the liberty of selecting your car for you. It's waiting out in the garage. I think you'll like it." "What are you talking about?" Thuy asked. Silently I handed her the keys. Her eyes got very wide when she saw the Porsche logo. I smiled and gestured her to precede us. With the entire household trailing her she rushed into the garage. And stopped, in shock. "Oh, it's beautiful." She whispered in hushed delight. "How did you guess?" She walked up to the gleaming white sports car, running one hand lovingly over the curved metal. "You told me last night." I said. "Do you like it?" "I can't tell you how I feel right now." Thuy said. "I'm so happy, this is just a dream! Last night, this morning, and now this! My god, it's beautiful. Thank you master!" She ran to me and threw her arms around my neck. "My name is Paul." I said, detaching her carefully. I smiled down at her. "Why don't you take Rachel and go do some shopping? After all, I'm sure you didn't spend that first check completely. Buy yourself a present to celebrate my good fortune." "Your good fortune?" She said in surprize. "Don't you mean mine?" "With you as my newest slave girl? And Mei and Rachel too? Oh, no, lovely lady. My life is finally becoming everything I've always dreamed of." "Thank you." She said. "Aren't you going to take your car for a spin?" I asked. "Say, into town so you and Rachel can do some shopping?" "Oh, yes, master!" Thuy danced back, graceful like a gazelle. "Would you like to come with me, Rachel?" "I'm ready." Reverently, the Vietnamese girl unlocked the 944's door.. She smiled as the smell of new leather reached her. The 944's engine turned over instantly, quiet in the garage. I gave Rachel a gate remote and wished them good hunting. "Thuy liked the car." Mei said as we walked back to the library to plan for Alima's arrival. "How did you know what she wanted?" "She told me last night at the airport." I said. Sherry walked with us, quiet and subdued. I reluctantly decided it was time for an unpleasant duty. "Sherry, I'm sorry for what I said at the pool this morning. I'm not my best before breakfast." "That's ok." She said listlessly. "If it's ok I'd like to go study." Without saying anything else she walked off. "What's eating her?" I asked. Mei shook her head, staring after the teenager.. "Just out of curiosity, what did you say to her this morning?" "Master, I love you dearly, but some things are better left alone." She said firmly. "But I think I'd better go talk to her." "Please." I asked. "Find out what's bothering her, if you can. She's had enough grief for one lifetime." Mei grinned at me, then followed my ward. Alima said she'd be at the airport at three. That gave me almost an hour to kill. I spent it in the library, working on a new project. I chuckled to myself. The girls would really be surprized. Especially Tara. Wrapping it up reluctantly I left to pick up Alima. Chapter 21 Birthday As I drove to Pine Ridge I reviewed what I knew of Alima. She was rich, like Mei. But unlike the mischievous and warm-hearted Chinese girl she was arrogant and self-centered. Where Mei used her money to bring herself comfort and satisfy her sensuous nature, Alima used it ostentatiously, as a status symbol. Where Mei was almost lazy, Alima was nearly hyperactive. And while the Chinese girl was slow to anger, Alima was a firecracker, ready to launch herself at the faintest whiff of insult. In other words, she was not your typical slave girl. I grinned, thinking how much I was going to enjoy bringing the proud Arab girl to heel. Alima required a short leash, and I was looking forward to her challenge. When I got to the airport the plane had already departed. Alima was standing by the gate rather forlornly, looking around. I waved to her as I ambled up. She was standing amidst a small mountain of luggage. There was no way even half of it was going to fit in the 959. Rachel and Thuy had had almost no luggage, although in Thuy's case it was enroute. Alima's belongings were also enroute. I couldn't see why she'd brought so much with her. "We'll have to call back to the house for Rachel to bring her truck." I said ruefully, studying the two-foot wall of bundles, bags, and trunks. "Have any trouble crossing the Rockies?" I teased her. She blushed. "Well, I didn't know how much to bring, so I brought what I thought I'd need. You think it's too much?" Alima stared around her. "Well-" I temporized. "Maybe just a tad?" "I'm sorry." Alima looked embarrassed. I grinned at her. "Everybody makes mistakes, lovely lady. Even me. Guard the fort and I'll call for the cavalry. Be right back." Chuckling I headed for a payphone. Mei answered on the second ring. "Reiner residence." Her voice was solemnly professional. I smiled.. "Hi, gorgeous. Is Rachel back yet?" "Hello, master." Her voice caressed me. I let the sound of it relax me. "Thuy and Rachel aren't back yet. Is there a problem?" "Oh, nothing the army corps of engineers couldn't handle. Listen, I need you to meet me at the airport. Alima's arrived with enough luggage to drain a swamp. I'm going to need Rachel's pickup to haul it all back." "What about my car?" She asked. "It's got a monstrous trunk. I'd rather not drive her pickup without her permission.. It doesn't seem right, somehow." "A point. And the estate pickup is too grungy. She's got a lot of luggage though. Think the Celica's big enough?" "Yes." I grinned. Never slight a woman's car! "Ok, how soon can you get here?" "Twenty minutes.." She said. I whistled. "Listen, love, I'd rather you didn't risk your hide that way." "Thank you, master!" She said, her voice glowing. What had I said? "I'll be careful. I promise. I'm on my way." "See you. And remember, no stupidity now!" "I promise. Bye." "Bye." I hung up the phone, wondering what I'd said that made her light up like that. I was still wondering when I reached Alima. "The cavalry's on it's way. Let's see if we can't get this luggage over by the car." Foolish thought. By the time we'd moved her luggage and I'd packed the 959 to the gills Mei was just pulling in the parking lot. I waved a greeting, straightening up gratefully. There'd been a lot of luggage. I turned to Alima, who was staring, her mouth open. I cocked my head, looking to see what had so astonished her. All I could see was Mei walking toward us. "Alima, are you ok?" I asked, concerned. "Hello, Earth to Alima!" "Is that Mei Ling Wu?" She gasped finally. "Of the San Francisco Wu's?" "Yes. You know her, then?" I asked, surprized. The odds against them knowing each other were astronomical. "Hello, master." Mei greeted me. "Sorry I took so long but a flock of geese flying south for the winter wouldn't get out of my way. Hello, Alima." "H-hi!" The Arabic girl gasped. Mei looked at her curiously. Alima came back to herself with a snap, drawing herself up to her full height. While at 5' 2" she towered over the smaller oriental girl, it seemed silly to me, who towered over her at 5' 10". "I must say I'm surprized to see you, Mei Ling." Alima said, perhaps more primly than she'd intended, because she blushed. I don't think Alima was used to blushing, it seemed to make her angry. "Really?" Mei's eyes twinkled. "You're here, Alima. And my friends call me Mei. Mei Ling is so formal." "Of course, Mei. I didn't mean to sound disapproving." Alima said. "Please, forgive me." She almost pleaded. "Is there something I should know about?" I asked the world in general. "Do you know Mei, Alima?" "I know of her." Alima said. "Everybody knows the San Francisco Wu family. They're among the top ten, socially. I'm very pleased to make your acquaintance, Mei." "You've been keeping secrets, again." I accused the Chinese girl, shaking my finger at her. She grinned and shook her head. "I try to avoid the Social Register, master. It's so boring. And they insist on my full name. I hate Mei Ling." "It's better than Cherry Blossom." I pointed out. "And what's wrong with Mei Ling? I think it's a beautiful name." Alima stared at the two of us in confusion. Rachel had had the same look when she first came. Mei burst out laughing. "You're bewildering poor Alima, master. She doesn't have the foggiest idea of what we're doing." "You're right." I said, relenting. "Alima, I do apologize. May I introduce Mei Ling Wu, my first slave girl, and mistress of the harem." I kept my voice low, the airport wasn't crowded this time of day but people would occasionally pass by. "That means you're in charge?" Alima asked. Mei shrugged. "Occasionally." Her eyes sparkled. "Well, are we going to stand around all day?" "No." I said suddenly. "Come on girls, help me load this stuff." With an extra pair of hands the loading went quickly. The rest of the luggage fit-barely. Mei followed us back, her Celica having only a little difficulty keeping up with the 959. Beauty and the Beast, I thought to myself, amused. Alima was quiet during the ride back. She seemed subdued, which I hadn't at all suspected. I thought she'd be a live wire. "Is something the matter?" I asked as the 959 loafed along through some of the prettiest countryside in the country. "No." Alima said. "I just can't believe Mei Ling Wu is part of this. It's overwhelming." "Why? You seem awed by her." I asked curiously. "She's full of surprizes, but she doesn't bite. At least," I grinned. "she hasn't bitten me yet." "The Wu family is one of the richest in the world. They own San Francisco, and a good part of Hong Kong. They own shipping lines, corporations, you name it." Alima waved one hand, indicating the vastness of the Wu family's holdings. "And they're positively ancient, as family's go. They can trace their ancestors all the way back before the birth of Christ." "I thought your father was one of the richer men in America." I said. "What's he worth, fifty million?" "Fifty-seven." Alima corrected me. "But the Wu Family must control billions of dollars. Compared to Mei, I'm just a poor church mouse." "Does that bother you?" I asked, keeping my eyes on the road. Alima didn't answer for a long time. Finally she said. "In a way. It's a frightening thought, someone having that much more than I do. They can do anything. As a whim. Finding Mei wants to be a slave girl is like-" Alima searched for the right words. "Like finding out the Pope likes rock and roll?" I suggested. She looked at me strangely. "Um, I guess." She said. She might have said more but I pulled into the driveway, and the house distracted her. "It's perfect." Alima breathed. "Right out of one of those Gothic novels." "You remember your wild fantasy?" I asked. "The one where you're the young archaeologist who discovers the Chains of Love?" "Oh, no." She put her hands to her face. "You don't mean we're going to do that?" The color drained from her face. "I mean exactly that. Tonight, you'll meet the Fate Worse Than Death." I chuckled. "I've even found them." "Them?" "The Chains Of Love." I said. "But they're just my fantasy! They don't exist." Alima protested as I parked in the garage. Thuy's 944 was still gone. Mei pulled into its place to unload. Turning, I winked at Alima. "Somebody else must have had the same fantasy, my pretty little slave. They're waiting for you, in your room." "God." She breathed. She was scared and excited at the same time. "And that's not all." I said solemnly. "We're going to do it up right, Victorian costumes, servants, and all." Mei called to Sherry and the four of us carted a half ton of luggage into Alima's room. True to my word, the Chains of Love were laying on her bed. She made a beeline to the mass of metal. The Chains of Love were just that, five chains, one for each limb and the last for the neck. Each link was two inches long and an inch and a half across. There were a total of 666 links, each one different, each one with a bas-relief carving of a nude woman undergoing some form of bondage, rape, or torture. Attached to the ornate links at one end was a massive steel ring almost six inches across that could be used to secure the chain to a support. The other end held a smaller ring which attached to different implements for each type of chain. All the rings were heavily engraved with cabalistic signs and mysterious runes. An elaborate combination of collar and halo brace ended the neck chain, there were provisions for either a gag or bit, both of which had come with the Chains. The neck chain was called the Chain of Obedience. The inner surfaces of the collar and brace were padded with stuffed leather. Black, of course. The arm chains ended in manacles fashioned to resemble skeletal fingers. But like the collar they were also padded. An unusual feature of the manacles were the "finger traps" extending from the manacle that would force the fingers to remain straight. The left and right arm chains were named the Chains of Longing and Desire, respectively. The leg chains also ended in "skeletal finger" manacles. Not to be outdone by the other components of the Chains the leg irons ended in a kind of "shoe" that would hold the foot after the metal closed around the ankle. The left chain was the Chain of Passion, the right one the Chain of Lust. The set was antique, created, so I'd been told, by the Hellfire Club in England in the late 1800's. They'd cost me twenty-five thousand dollars, but from the look on Alima's face it was money well spent. Even Mei and Sherry were impressed. We got Alima settled and left her to unpack. Sherry, subdued again, went to her room. Mei led me to her room. Closing the sound-proofed door she turned to look at me gravely. "Sherry's got a crush on you." Mei said. I blinked. "Come again?" "Sherry's got a genuine school-girl crush on you. That's her problem. I got her to talk about it after you left." "But that's not possible." I protested reasonably. "Until three days ago she was a prostitute. She couldn't have a crush on me. Whatever else she might be she's that much of an adult." "Being adult doesn't prevent crushes, master. It only makes one less willing to admit them." Mei said softly. "But in many ways Sherry's still a child. Anabelle is very much alive inside her, master." "So why does she have a crush on me?" I asked, puzzled. "Are you sure?" "Yes." Mei said forcefully. "Think about it. Despite her bravado she didn't enjoy hooking very much. She did it because she had to, not because she wanted to. She really did want out, to have a home again, to have a mother and father, to not have to fuck anybody that had the price." Mei shook her head. "It's so sad. The prostitutes I know like what they do. This is something else, something hateful, something evil." "And then you come along and offer her everything she ever dreamed about, just like you did for me, and the other girls. You became, in a very real sense, her Knight in Shining Armour." I snorted. "Rusty Armour, you mean." Mei shook her head violently, frustrated by her intense need to make me understand. "No. Not to her. When you took her in she never saw the rust, never dreamed it could be there. If it is there." She smiled for a moment. "It was unfortunate she saw you and Thuy. That shattered her fantasy, made her think you weren't any different than any other john. That's why she became so angry with you." "For killing her dream." I said softly. "For shattering her hope of a new life." "Exactly. But that's not why she's depressed now." Mei went over to the bed and sat down, deliberately slapping the bed. "This is why. She saw you give Thuy a brand new sports car. She saw Thuy kiss you, genuinely affectionate, not just acting. Did you make love to Thuy this morning?" She asked. I hesitated. Mei nodded. "I thought so. Rachel made a joke about it, and Sherry knew too. That's when she started to get depressed. And when Thuy hugged you, you said your life was finally becoming what you'd always dreamed of. And then you cut Sherry to the quick, without meaning to, without even knowing you'd done it." She watched me, sadness in her eyes. "You mentioned me, Rachel, and Thuy by name, but never mentioned her at all. To her, it must have seemed like she was a fifth wheel, unwanted, in the way. As though you took her in because you were sorry for her, and were regretting your generous impulse." "Oh no." I said. "Oh, shit. Mei, you know that's not true." I crossed the room and took her hands in mine. "Please say you know it's not true!" "I know it, master." Mei said, squeezing my hands. "But Sherry's only fifteen years old. She acts so mature we forget that. She's hurting, master. Whether it's true or not, she believes it is." Mei smiled wanly. "There's no pain so great as a broken heart when you're fifteen." "Even when you've been a prostitute." I murmured. "Perhaps especially then." Mei answered. "She needs you. She needs to be comforted, and there's no way anybody but you can do it." "Like Rachel, in reverse." I said. Mei nodded. "She's talked to me, but it wasn't easy. I had to use every ounce of my charm. But I got her talking. She's very vulnerable, master. She's feeling unwanted, unneeded, and in the way. Go talk to her. Please." Mei's brown eyes held genuine concern and a desire to help. I smiled at her, feeling the kind of love you're only supposed to have for one woman stirring in me. "I love you." I said softly. She put her head against my chest and hugged me fiercely, making me wince from her strength. After a moment she let go. I could see the tears brimming in her eyes. "Come with me." I pleaded. She shook her head. Solemnly she said. "No, master. You'll have to do this alone. But my love goes with you. Sherry needs you. Go to her." "What do I say? What do I do? I can't just take her to bed like I could you." I begged, lost in unfamiliar and treacherous terrain. "You'll think of something." Mei said. "I have complete trust in you. You're a good person, master. You can do this." "I'm scared right down to my toenails." I said, getting up reluctantly. "What if I mess this up?" "Then you'll tear her world apart." Mei said seriously. "Don't mess it up. I have faith in you, master. You can do this." "There's no way I can do this." I said. "I'd better get started, before I collapse." Mei didn't say anything as I left. My feet kept telling me they didn't want to go to Sherry's door, my mind kept inventing reasons not to. But it wasn't nearly long enough to suit me before I was there. And then a very real and solid reason brought me up short. I couldn't knock, the doors were soundproof. She'd never hear me. Glad for a distraction I tried to figure it out. Finally I opened the door just a little and called into the room. "Hello, Sherry? It's me. Can I come in?" There was no response. I was about to call out again when the door opened. Sherry was dressed in the outfit she'd been wearing that first night in town. Like ice water in the face, the message was unmistakable. Sherry was leaving. And I had to stop her. Sometimes, it just doesn't pay to get out of bed. "Come in." Sherry said. "You saved me the trouble of finding you. I'm leaving.." "So I see. Can I ask why?" Sherry laughed bitterly. "Why do you fucking think? I don't belong here. I'm in the way. I'm not a girl to stay where she's not wanted." "Does Mei know you're leaving?" I asked quietly. She hesitated for a moment, then shook her head. "Don't you think she'd like to say good- bye?" "Damn you." She said finally. "She's the only one who's been kind to me here. I can't face her, knowing-" She broke off. "Knowing?" I prompted. "Look," She snapped. "You and your goddamned money and your goddamned harem can screw yourselves to death if you want! Just leave me out of it, all right?" The teenager began to pace angrily. "I may be just a whore, but at least I'm my own boss. I say who I fuck, and for how much! Your slave girls have to take what you dish out to them." She spat in contempt. "I don't. You're a sick perverted asshole, and I hate you!" I felt the sting of her words, and even knowing why she was saying it I felt myself flushing with anger. Fifteen going on six hundred. I thought wryly to myself. A loud bell in my mind clamored for attention. I frowned in concentration. Fifteen going on-oh hell. "It isn't much of a birthday, is it, Sherry?" I asked sadly. "Sweet sixteen. Your birthday, forgotten, your dreams just ashes in your mouth. Everybody else's dreams coming true, and yours getting stomped on." Sherry stared at me, her face slowly paling. "How-" She stammered. "Thuy has a new car, Paul has a new slave girl to play with, and Sherry's got shit." I shook my head, not knowing how to tell her how sorry I was. Mei was right, this was something hateful, something evil. "Sherry, I didn't know. That doesn't cut it, does it?" I shook my head again. "I can't say I'm sorry, I can't make you believe that we want you here, I don't know the words to show you the truth." "You're important, my girl. All the games with Thuy and Rachel and the others are important enough. But with you I've got a chance to do something extraordinary. To mould you into something fierce, something fine." I took a step toward her. "All my life I've wanted to make a difference. Before I won the lottery I couldn't. I wasn't important, or famous, or-or anything." "The money gives me a chance, Sherry. I've helped a lot of people in the last year. And now there's you." "Me?" Sherry tried to shrug, as though she didn't care. But it was clear I'd caught her interest. "Do you really understand what you're leaving?" I asked her. "Sure, a crazy man who likes to hurt women." She sneered. "Listen to me." I said. "This is the most wonderful opportunity in the world. Here you've got a chance to make something of yourself. Whatever you like." "To be a plaything? No thanks. I said it before and I'll say it again. Nobody gives anything for free. I'm leaving before you chain me in a corner somewhere." "Sherry." I said, carefully controlling my temper. "Did you ever stop to think about the women who're coming here? How I picked them, what they want, how they feel about the whole thing?" "No." She said briefly. "You said nothing's for free. Well, you've been living under my roof, eating my food. In payment I want you to listen to me. Really listen, and think about what I'm saying." I stared at her challengingly. She stared back at me, daring me to touch her. I forced myself to relax, and let the anger drain from me. Finally she broke eye contact. Marching to the bed she plopped down, crossing her legs to sit on the mattress. "Ok, I'm listening. "I'm going to ask you some questions, I want you to try and answer. If you don't know, make a reasonable guess. All right?" "It's your money, hot shot." She answered in a bored tone. "How many candidates did I have for my harem?" She shrugged. "Come on, Sherry. Give me my money's worth. How many?" "How should I know?" She asked irritably. "Maybe fifty?" "Eight thousand." I said quietly, pulling out a chair and straddling it. "Bullshit." Sherry responded scornfully. "The records are downstairs in the den. Names, photographs, questionnaires. Proof, Sherry. Eight thousand." "So what?" "Why did they answer my call?" "Because they're crazy." Sherry said promptly. "This is very boring." "Do you think Mei is crazy?" I asked quietly. "That isn't fair." She mumbled. "Is she?" "No." It hurt her to admit it. "Mei is very dear to me. So is Rachel, and Thuy. I care about them, Sherry. They've willingly placed their lives in my hands. They willingly let me do whatever I want to them. Why?" "I don't know!" Sherry snapped, stirring fitfully. "Because they like what I do to them. They enjoy it. They crave it." "Right. I bet Thuy was begging you when you rammed up her asshole, wasn't she?" The brown haired girl jeered. "Yes, she was." I said quietly. "And she begged to be fucked this morning." Sherry turned her head, staring at the wall. Damn, I was messing this up. "Why did I choose these twelve, out of eight thousand?" Sherry didn't answer. "Sherry? Answer me. Why these twelve?" "Because they were the best, I guess. However a pervert like you defines best." "That's right. They were the best." I scratched my head. "Did you know Mei's family is worth half a trillion dollars? That she could buy and sell cities like Pine Ridge in an afternoon?" "What?" Sherry watched me now, surprized. "What're you saying?" "Mei is so filthy stinking rich it boggles the mind. Saying she's rich is like saying the sun's brighter than a candle. And Alima's father has fifty- seven million." "Then why in the hell are they here?" She demanded. I smiled. "Because they enjoy the idea of being slaves for half of each day." I said. "So you only take spoiled rich girls, is that it? Well, I'm no society bitch, so I'm better off gone." "Rachel was so poor she had to share her bed with her two sisters." I said. "Thuy's parents run a Vietnamese restaurant. Aki is a waitress, Gina works on an assembly line for GM. Heather's a librarian, and Angela's a dental assistant." "Are those spoiled rich girls? Do you really think that's what I looked for?" "So what did you look for?" Sherry asked, pretending disinterest. But I'd finally intrigued her. Careful not to lose her now, I answered. "Each one of them is special. Each one of them is unique, the best I could find. They have enormous potential, both in and out of bed." "Let's take Mei. Her money is secondary. In fact, it's a real problem. I knew she was rich, but not one of the ten richest heiresses in the United States. I only found that out by accident." "No, it wasn't her money." "So what was it?" Sherry prodded me. "She's one of the most beautiful women I've ever laid eyes on. She's warmhearted, kind, and generous with her affection. She's a tigress in bed, and loves her slavery with a passion I've never even heard of." "She's got a quick wit, high intelligence, and a black belt in the martial arts. With her family background she's well versed in high finance, management, and administration. She's an enormously talented lady." I looked at Sherry. "Stay, and she'll teach you anything and everything she knows." "Next, let's consider Rachel. Not beautiful, but pretty. A hard core realist with the soul of a dreamer. She's a survivor, like you. She grew up in a poor family, with a lot of mouths to feed. She's self-sufficient, bright, friendly, and one of the bravest girls I've ever known." "She likes to explore caves for the fun of it, and she's an amateur rock hound. She can teach you caving, geology, and a lot of wilderness lore. She's also a full blooded Apache Indian, which means she knows a lot of her people's history. And she's a diplomat, as you've already discovered. Her people skills could do you a lot of good." "Thuy is beautiful, and a totally uninhibited lover. She's a masochist, she enjoys pain during sex. She's a fantastic cook, you could learn to be a pretty good chef." "Alima now, also likes pain. But for her it should be a punishment. She wants to be overwhelmed and dominated. Like Mei she has upper class social skills. She could teach you the finishing school things that the upper class girls learn. Even if you stayed a hooker, the things she could teach you would guarantee exclusive high-class, high-paying johns." "And it goes on and on. Heather is a librarian, and a dancer, Gina's got a brilliant mind and loves history, Tani's a magazine editor, Teresa's a marketing rep." "Sherry, these twelve girls represent a broad cross-section of the sum total of human knowledge. And it's all at your beck and call. You can have your formal education, even college. And my harem can teach you things you'd never learn in a million years on your own." "You'd be crazy to leave all this." I waved around me. "Fine clothes, a mansion to live in, money, what else do you want?" I was pleading now. "I want you." She said softly. "God, I can't believe I just said that!" She buried her head in her hands. Speaking very carefully I said. "Sherry, that's not possible. You're only fifteen." "Sixteen." She blazed. "And I don't see why not. A lot of men have had me. I'm clean, I've never had the clap or anything. Or am I not good enough?" "Oh, there's no question you're good enough. But it's illegal. And with the harem I have to be super careful not to get involved with a minor." "It isn't fair, Paul! You parade around with the others and I don't get any!" She hit the bed angrily. "I'm not used to doing without it. I'm going crazy!" I had a flash of her, naked and bound, begging for me to take her...I shook my head. But an idea came to me and wouldn't leave me alone. "I might have something." I said slowly. Hope flared in her face. "Mind you, I won't make love to you." Her face fell. "But, seeing how it's your birthday I guess we can stretch the rules just a bit. For medical purposes, you understand. Relieving the tension, so to speak." "What? Tell me!" She demanded. "I'll let you have a minor role in Alima's defloration fantasy." I said. "What?" She asked, bewildered. I quickly filled her in on Alima's fantasy, leaving out most of the lurid details. "And what do I get to do?" "I'm playing the professor." I explained. "We're going to use full dress costumes. You can be my ward." "How does that relieve my tension?" Sherry asked. "The Chains will have a magical effect on me." I explained. "After I fall under their spell I take care of Alima, never mind how. Then I could take care of you. " "Take care of me? How?" "By making you have as many orgasms as you can stand." I said flatly. "But you won't make love to me?" Sherry asked. "How do you plan to make me come? A vibrator?" "Something like that." I smiled ferally. "But I guarantee to make you come. But there's a price." "What?" Sherry tilted her head. "First, you'll be tied up, for real, all night. You won't be able to free yourself. Second, remember our agreement about grades?" She nodded slowly, warily. "It begins Monday. I begin punishing you for anything under a B." "All right." She said after a thoughtful pause. "Under one condition." I raised my eyebrows. She continued. "If I make straight A's the last quarter, then you make love to me." I considered that. The likelihood of straight A's was remote. Then a thought occurred to me. "All right. But, in that case you become a full harem slave. With the same obligations. Twelve hours a day of slavery, every day. And you won't get a full allowance." "Done." Sherry said instantly. I wondered if I'd regret this. "Now change clothes. As soon as Thuy and Rachel get back we'll need to organize tonight. I'll have Mei get a costume for you." I left, shaking my head. Mei was thoughtful when I told her what had happened. She went off to find Sherry's costume. I left for town and a very important errand. Rachel and Thuy got back fifteen minutes before I did. I knew something was up the way Thuy and Rachel were acting. Mei was also in on it, apparently. Alima finally finished unpacking and was soon gathered into the conspiracy I came in bearing a gift-wrapped box and was soon the center of attention. I cut Mei out of the herd of giggling girls and took her upstairs, where I explained the situation. She lit up with a warm smile and nodded her agreement. I stood in front of Sherry's door and started to knock, before remembering. "We're going to have to come up with some way of knocking." I commented ruefully. As I'd done before I opened Sherry's door a crack and called her name. "Come in." Her voice was muffled by the sound proofing. We went in and shut the door behind us. Sherry was sitting at her desk, working on schoolwork. The sight made me pause. Perhaps I really would lose my bet with her. "Happy birthday, Sherry." I said, holding out the box. Several emotions chased across her face, but delight finally won out. "For me?" She asked eagerly. Mei smiled and nodded, taking my arm. Sherry took the present to her desk, sitting it down carefully. "Thank you." She said, staring at the box. "I don't know what to say." "Don't say anything." I urged her. "Open it." Mei squeezed my arm with excitement. Sherry tore the wrapping paper off impatiently and lifted the lid. "Oh, Paul." She breathed. "It's perfect!" She lifted out the stuffed teddy bear, hugging it joyfully. She leaped out of the chair and ran to us, gathering both of us in a hug with one arm, the other firmly embracing the teddy bear. Then she burst into tears. I hugged her back, feeling Mei do likewise. Sherry was crying, and laughing, too confused to do anything but hug us with all her strength. "Sherry, you belong here." I murmured, holding her.. "For as long as you care to stay." "We love you, Sherry." Mei whispered. "We'll always love you. Never forget that, no matter what." "I won't." She said, lifting her head. Releasing her hold she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "I haven't cried in a long time. This is a wonderful birthday, thank you so much!" "Are you going to give him a name?" Mei asked. Sherry looked at the bear, soft and fluffy, with a red ribbon around his neck and bright black eyes. "His name's Teddy." Sherry said, giving Mei an I-dare-you look. Mei laughed. "Listen, Sherry." I started. "We were caught flat-footed tonight, but I promise you we'll have a birthday party for you tomorrow, ok?" "You don't have to do that." Sherry protested. "This was enough." She gazed fondly at the toy. "I can't remember liking a present so much." "I'd really like to give you a party." I said, smiling. "You know, with all the traditional silliness. Birthday cake, ice cream, stupid parlor games, that kind of stuff." "You do and I'll sic Teddy on you!" She informed me. "Really, I'd rather not have a party. Ok?" "Ok." Mei said quickly, giving my arm a warning squeeze. I shut my mouth and nodded. "But I'm going to use it tonight." I said firmly. "Remember, tonight you're my ward, and it's your birthday. You, I, and Alima are going to have supper later tonight." I rubbed my hands together. "This is going to be a memorable night for everybody." And I grinned. "We're going to have to get things ready, it's almost six o'clock. Sherry, believe it or not you're going to have to have help changing into your costume. There's a real corset in there, and I want it laced super-tight. Mei will help you after she's gotten laced into her own." I grinned down at the oriental girl, who cocked her head at me. "And who's going to lace my corset, master?" "Need you ask, saucy little minx?" I teased her. "Ok, folks, it's show time! Sherry, Mei will be right back to help you dress and fix your hair. I've got to get things started. See you an hour or so!" We went out, closing the door behind us. "I knew you could do it, master." Mei said. "By the skin of my teeth." I said, shuddering. But refusing to let the joyful mood depart I raced down the stairs. "Alima, front and center!" I bawled at the top of my voice. The Arab girl hurried from the kitchen, trailed by Rachel and Thuy. "Alima, my pet, it's almost six o'clock. Do you know what happens at six?" "No." She was smiling. "Master." Thuy broke in, smiling. Mei moved to the group, grinning at me. Even Rachel was beaming. I narrowed my eyes. "You're conspiring." I accused, pointing my finger at the Vietnamese girl. She nodded happily. "Yes. Come into the kitchen, we've got something to show you." I tagged along, genuinely curious. When we got to the kitchen they had me sit down. Then Thuy and Rachel knelt in front of me. Mei and Alima faded into the background. "Master," Rachel said. "When I first came here I was totally out of line. I ruined your birthday, and I apologize for that must humbly." She bowed her head. Before I could protest that all was forgotten (or wonder how she knew she'd come on my birthday) Thuy spoke up. "Master, last night and this morning you gave me pleasure beyond my wildest dreams. This afternoon you made another dream come true." And Thuy bowed her head, graceful even as she knelt humbly. Rachel spoke again." "You've given us both more than we deserve. You are a kind and generous master, and we are very lucky to be your slave girls." "In token of our love and respect, master," Thuy spoke up again. "Your unworthy slaves bring you a belated birthday present, in the hopes it will please you." And she produced a small box and offered it to me. Now I knew how Sherry must have felt. I opened the plush velvet box, revealing a ring of gold and onyx. It was a massive ring with a square setting. Small rubies were set on either side of the main stone. I was no jewelry expert, but I bet this ring took a big chunk out of their checks, even when they'd split the price. I suddenly found a lump in my throat. Carefully taking the ring from the box I put it on. It was even a perfect fit. Rachel and Thuy knelt with their eyes downcast. Taking a deep breath I spoke. At the sound of my voice they looked up. "Rachel, Thuy, I don't know what to say. I'm stunned, and delighted, and, and-" I foundered to a stop. The two girls smiled up at me, pleased. Taking a firm grip I tried again. "I never dreamed two such lovely women would ever give me such a magnificent gift. And for that I thank you. But that two such breathtaking creatures would actually consent to be my slaves-" I shook my head. "Mankind hasn't invented the words. You, all of you" and I included Mei and Alima with my glance. "are a wonder and a mystery to me. I swear by my life to make sure you never regret your choice for an instant. Be welcome here as long as you live." Getting up I bowed to each of them in turn. Mei gravely returned my bow. Alima curtsied, and Thuy and Rachel prostrated themselves. "Now, can we get started?" I asked, shaking off the somber mood. "There's a virgin to enslave, and the night is wasting!" Continued in part 11