It had been a rough year, but it was almost over.

I had no friends left in the area; they had all moved away after high school. I was the last hold-out from the old gang, and the only people who seemed to be moving to this small town were my parent's age or older.

When my father retired from the Army he had gotten a job out here and bought a house. Now both my parents were retired in truth, and had moved to warmer climes. I now owned the house, but was alone in it.

The town was a logging community set in the hills out in the middle of nowhere. The closest town was over an hour's drive away, the closest city was three. My house sat in the middle of a ten acre tree farm a half hour drive north of the town.

I had planed to visit my parents for Christmas, but the morning I was supposed to leave I got up to find that so much snow had fallen that it was half way up the windows. I couldn't even see my car, let alone drive it the three and a half hours it would take to reach the airport. The flight had been canceled anyway; the airport had been hit by the same storm. It usually didn't snow that much in this part of the country, in fact this was the worst blizzard in over fifty years. Most of the time my car could handle the snow just fine, and it only had all-wheel-drive, not 4-wheel.

So I awoke on Christmas morning very depressed and lonely. When I got to the living room I scowled at the tree. I had put up the decorations more out of habit than anything, after all there wasn't anyone there to see them but me.

It was dark in the house, which is only to be expected with only four or five inches of window free from snow. It was also cold, but not as cold as I knew it would be outside.

I walked to the fireplace and started a fire. When the fire was blazing away merely (which just made me more depressed) I turned around to go get breakfast.

That's when I saw a big box sitting under the tree. It was wrapped in a very festive paper that looked to be covered with frolicking elves.

"How did that get there?" I wondered aloud (I often talked to myself just to hear the sound a someone's voice; doing so didn't mean I was crazy). I opened the front door, but the mound of snow blocking exit was even bigger than it had been yesterday. No one had come in that way. I went to the back door, but it was the same story there. I checked all the windows, but they hadn't been opened either.

Very puzzled, I went back to the living room to take a closer look at the package; maybe it had a tag. When I got there I saw that I had been wrong about the elves on the paper. Instead of elves, they were little girls of about nine or ten years of age. They were all wearing little red dresses with white trim that had no shoulders or backs in them and had very short skirts. I could see green panties in several of the pictures. Despite the surprisingly provocative outfits the girls all looked quite innocent, that is until I noticed that a few seemed to be holding their skirts up to show their panties. No two were alike.

Now even more puzzled, I looked for a tag. When I found it I saw that it was labeled with a simple "To Justin", with no from line. For a moment I wondered if maybe...

But no, Santa Claus wasn't real! It was preposterous, the box wouldn't fit down my chimney, let alone a full grown man! Especially a fat man!

I figured that there was nothing else to do but open the box and see what was inside. I carefully undid the paper, after all it was beautiful. I had always liked cute pre-teen girls, even though I had never let myself indulge those sick desires. I did however have an extensive collection of pictures of naked and almost naked little girls on my computer, though most were cartoons or obvious fakes and some were taken at nudist colonies.

The paper came off easily, Almost as if it was expected to be reused. The box itself was plain brown cardboard with a separate lid. It reminded me of the boxes my mother had gotten from her old Avon lady, but was considerably bigger. Those boxes had the name Avon all over them, but this one had no writing I could see at all, not even a tracking number. The Avon boxes were sixteen inches long, twelve wide and seven and a half deep. I knew that for sure; I had measured them several times to make sure something would fit in them or they would fit somewhere. This box was at least two and a half feet cubed, possibly a little more.

When I lifted the top off the box I got the biggest surprise of my life. For inside the box was a girl, in fact she looked just like the best looking girl on the wrapping paper. One of the ones that looked to be holding her skirt up too. She was laying on her side in a ball, with the skirt of her little red dress artfully lifted so that I could clearly see her little green panties stretched across her beautiful little ass. I shamelessly leaned over to get a better look, and saw the lovely little mound of her pussy clearly outlined by the green cloth. Her face showed her to be Japanese, which was weird because her long hair looked naturally red.

There was barely enough space in the box for her to move at all, there was no way for her to stretch out or sit up. She did seem to have a thick pad beneath her however: the box's padded bottom was at least a foot thick.

The girl was asleep (I could see her flat little chest moving as she breathed) and looked so cute and sexy that part of me just wanted to sit there and stare. Unfortunately, the part of me that wanted answers was stronger. I reached in and put a hand on her little shoulder, resisting the temptation to touch her chest or crotch instead.

She opened her eyes at once and smiled up at me. I was surprised to see that her eyes were a beautiful shade of blue. That was far from my last surprise that day.

"Hello Master Justin," she said in a sweet little girl's voice with a trace of a British accent. "I'm Komoko."

"Hello... Komoko," I replied. "Um, excuse me, but could you tell me how you got here?" I ignored the title she had given me, figuring it might just be the British honorific I had heard in movies. Her use of my name told me that she wasn't here by mistake.

"Santa brought me Master."

Maybe I was wrong about the "Master" thing. "I don't believe in Santa."

"That's okay Master; he believes in you." Hearing her call me Master was starting to turn me on, especially since her panties were still fully visible. Actually, the sight of her had started turning me on, her calling me master was only making it worse.

Leaving the subject of Santa alone for now, I asked "Why are you here?"

"To do whatever you want me to, Master. Apparently Santa thinks you have been a very good boy." She said this with a decidedly coy look on her young face.

"What do you mean 'whatever I want'?"

"Just what it sounds like Master. Anything and everything you want; if I can do it, I will.

"Anything?" She nodded. "Could you show me your pussy?" It came out before I could think. I just sat there horrified. What had I done? I was sure I was about to get into a lot of trouble over this not-quite-innocent slip of the tongue.

But Komoko just stood up in the box, reached up her own skirt, and pulled her little panties down around her ankles. She then stepped out of them with one bare foot, spread her little legs and lifted her skirt.

He little pussy was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She had a prominent clitoris and perfect little lips. I couldn't believe what was happening, it was like a dream come true.

"Can I -" I started.

She cut me off with "You can do anything you want Master." So I reached out and touched that perfect little cunt. I found that it was already wet, but it got wetter as I played with it.

Then I heard a small moan of pleasure and looked up to see that her eyes were closed and there was the sweetest smile I had ever seen on her little face, her head cocked to the side. So I started to push my finger into her. It hadn't even gotten to the first knuckle when it hit something fleshy, but she didn't even wince.

"You're a virgin." I stated.

"Hopefully not for much longer, Master."

But I decided to make her wait a while longer. "Take that dress off," I ordered.

With obvious disappointment at the removal of my hand from her body, she shimmied out of the little red dress. Her hard little nipples were strawberry red, and surrounded by fairly small areolas and the barest beginnings of breasts. I had never seen nipples that color before, just birth marks.

I grabbed her around the hips and lifted her out of the box and carried her to the couch. When I laid her on it, she reached out and tried to open my fly. That's when I noticed that although she was completely naked, I was still fully clothed. That and my pants were feeling awfully tight in front. So I let her pull my dick out.

Now, I'm not very well endowed. In fact, I once had a girl laugh when she saw it and most of my partners (I hadn't slept with the one that laughed) had said something like "Oh, it's so cute!". This isn't good for the ego.

However, Komoko seemed to think it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She stroked it a couple times, then reached down and spread her virgin pussy as wide as it would go, looking at me with pleading on her little face.

"Not yet," I told her. "I want to savor this. Besides, I have something else in mind right now." She looked disappointed, but also curious and eager. So far everything had gone perfectly.

I leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. She was ready for me, and when she opened her mouth to stick her tongue into mine I let her.

After a few minutes of this, I withdrew my tongue from her mouth and disengaged, sucking on her tongue as I did so. I then kissed her chin, under her chin, and started leaving a trail of kisses down her neck onto her chest. When I got right between her nipples, I moved to the side and latched onto her right one. I licked, sucked, and nibbled on it until it was as hard as it could get, then I transferred to her left nipple and gave it the same treatment. She was moaning and squirming in pleasure the whole time.

When her left nipple was as hard as the other, I moved back to the center of her chest and continued down. Leaving a trail of kisses the rest of the way down her chest, then down her stomach (pausing for a moment to stick my tongue into her navel, which made her giggle) I finally reached my intended destination: her little pussy.

At first I left her clitoris alone, I had never had the chance to lick a virgin pussy and I wanted it to last. After all, she wouldn't be a virgin much longer. I wanted to see if I could lick her hymen, so I concentrated on shoving my tongue into her. It took so much time and work that my tongue was starting to hurt, but to my surprise and delight I succeeded in licking her cherry.

She was delighted too, she had started cumming a long time before my success. I could tell she didn't want to stop and I wanted to do this right, so I moved and got a lip-lock on her clit. She went wild.

Not long after that she shuddered in true orgasm, and I was surprised by the streamers of cum that shot from her ten-year-old (at most) pussy. Every bit of it seemed to end up on my face too; it was wonderful.

When her shuddering had stopped, I told her "Sit up and lick my face clean." With an eager smile she complied.

By the time she was done with that I had noticed that it was now quite warm in the room. So I stood up and proceeded to take my clothes the rest of the way off. Komoko once again spread her pussy lips in invitation, but to her continued disappointment I shook my head.

"Wait here," I told her. "I want to film you doing something. That is, if that's okay with you?"

"Whatever you want Master. You could plaster naked pictures of me across the internet and it wouldn't bother me."

I liked the idea, but knew I would never do it. I would get caught and men who are guilty of statutory rape usually don't last long in prison. Besides, I wanted to keep her to myself.

I went to my old bedroom, which I had turned into a home office after I moved into the master bedroom. My computer was in here, and so where my cameras. I grabbed both; a ten mega-pixel digital with four gigs of memory, and a then top-of-the-line DVD camcorder. I grabbed my tripod as well, then went back to the living room and turned on the light.

Komoko was still sitting on the middle cushion of my couch where I had left her. Just sitting there, her little ten-year-old body completely naked, but with an air of having a new dress on that she was hoping people would admire. The sight made my already hard cock harder.

I had been half afraid that if I let her out of my sight she might disappear, so I gave a small sigh of relief. She smiled at me, a warm cute smile that also seemed to say that she was now so horny that she would let just about anyone or anything fuck her. This was perfect as far as I was concerned.

I setup my tripod and placed the camcorder on it, aiming it right at her. "Do you know how to play with yourself?" I asked her.

"Of course Master, I've been doing that most of my life."

The thought made me even hornier. "Good, I want you to make yourself cum for the camera." Then I turned the camera on and got as close a focus on her as I could.

She immediately spread her legs and started masturbating, right there on my couch. She was really going at it, I was almost afraid that she would hurt herself. The only thing she didn't do was put a finger inside herself. Careful not to get between her and the camera, I walked around taking pictures of her from multiple angles with the other one.

It took about fifteen minutes for her to make herself cum, and once again streamers of cum shot out of her. This time my face wasn't there to catch it; it landed on my couch and some even shot far enough to land on the carpet. I was too horny to care about the mess, but I was glad I had that on video.

I had once found a website that had full length videos of young women being deflowered. You had to pay to watch them, and none of the girls were underage, but it was still a fun site. The reason I bring it up however, is because of the way they made the girls prove that they were virgins before each video. The girls would get their butts close to the camera, bend over, and spread their virgin pussies giving the camera a clear view. I readjusted the camera and had my new toy get up and do the same thing. I also got several pictures with her in that pose on my other camera.

I then moved and readjusted the camcorder once again to get the best angle for the next event, whispered my instructions in her ear, and laid down face up on the couch.

Following my instructions, my toy climbed on top of me and keeping herself as upright as possible she lowered her cunt onto my cock. I felt her cherry pop almost immediately, but she didn't seem to notice. She didn't seem to be in any pain at all, and there was very little blood. I had heard that this happened on very rare occasions, but had never expected to see it. Especially from a girl this young.

She was so tight that it took at least five minuets just for her to get all of me into her. When she had I realized that my dick was the perfect size for her little cunt; every bit of it was inside her and the head was just barely brushing her cervix. It was like we were made to fit each other, or at least like she was made to fit me.

After a moment of rest, she started lifting herself up again. I put my hands on her hips to help. After about half a dozen pumps like this, I let go of her hips and putting my hands on her back pulled her down to lay on top of me. Her new position was a lot less work for her, and I could pump her faster this way. She seemed to like the change as much as I did.

As we fucked, her little pussy didn't get much looser around my cock. It was almost as tight by the time we finished as when we began; it had only loosened up enough that I could slide in and out, and most of that was lubrication.

She shuddered in orgasm, her third in just under an hour, at least five minutes before I did. This amazed me; with as tight and hot as she was, not to mention how many time she had already cum and how sore she should be, I should have peaked long before she did.

She was still having fun when I came, and to my considerable surprise the feeling of my hot juices pumping into her gave her yet another orgasm. Yet another surprise was that I didn't go limp, I stayed just as hard as I had been when I entered her.

"That was wonderful Master. Can we do it again?"

Since I was still hard, that was precisely what I wanted. "Sure, is right now too soon?"

"Right now isn't soon enough Master." And with that, she started humping again. It only took me a moment to join in.

If anything, the second time was better than the first. She seemed to be an exceptionally fast learner and was doing things it sometimes took years for girls to figure out.

When we came the second time, it was within a second of each other. However, I didn't want to stop and she seemed just as willing to continue, so we both just continued humping.

Now she seemed to be thinking hard about how to make her humping better for both of us, and was trying different things on almost every pump. Most of it worked, but not all. Fortunately, her experimentation was having a really pleasant effect on me.

When I came this time, it was with such force that I almost feared that the cum alone would do her serious damage. Then I noticed that she had reached orgasm at the precise moment I did, and that hers lasted even longer than mine. (I later confirmed both facts by watching the video.)

This time I figured that another attempt at orgasm might hurt, or worse, do me real harm. Komoko seemed willing to continue but not as eager, so I decided it was time to take a break.

Besides, I still hadn't had breakfast and I was now as ravenous as I had been horny when I had first entered my little toy.

"I'm hungry," I told her. Before I could ask her if she was however, she cut me off again.

"What should I fix you Master?"

This surprised me (I had lost track of how many surprises I had had that morning); it was getting harder every year to find a grown woman who could cook, let alone a ten year old girl. "I don't know, what can you cook?"

"Anything and everything Master. I can cook you a feast like you have never seen; a feast fit for a king."

"Not out of the supplies in my kitchen you couldn't. Besides, a feast would take too long to prepare."

"I am not limited to what you have in stock Master, and if you give me just five minutes the feast will be ready." With that she jumped up and started toward my kitchen, which was on the other side of the tree from the couch. I didn't even care that she was leaving a sticky trail of cum on my carpet.

"Now hold on a moment," I called out to her. When she had stopped and turned to look back at me I continued "Okay, I'll test you on your ability. But I can't eat a whole feast myself and I hate wasting food, so make just enough for the two of us." Then as an afterthought I added "Don't use anything that could have come from my kitchen."

She smiled and nodded, but instead of going immediately to the kitchen she stopped at her box and lifted what I had taken to be a solid pad. It was more like a soft white blanket, and that meant that there was something under it. Komoko reached under it and pulled out... a bag. It was about the size of a large trash bag, and made of a red material that looked suspiciously like fine silk. It was decorated around the top with an oddly familiar pattern of the same material, just in green and white. This bag seemed empty, and as she folded it I was once again surprised; she was able to fold it into a square no bigger than an empty wallet.

With the odd bag in her little hand, she turned and disappeared into the kitchen. She hadn't even looked at the dress which still lay in the box somewhere, so I was able to watch her pretty little ass cheeks ripple with every step. When she entered the kitchen I looked at my watch to mark the time.

I was curious about what else was in the box, so I got up and looked. The little red dress and green panties were laying against the side of the box where they had obviously slid when Komoko had lifted the blanket, and the blanked itself was looped over the same side hiding them so that I had to move it in order to see them. The rest of the "pad" seemed to be made up of more clothes. Dresses both more demure and more skimpy (sometimes at the same time, impossible as it sounds), shirts, skirts, a couple pair of pants, and even a unitard. Every outfit worn by every little girl I had ever wanted to have sex with was represented in the box, even a swimsuit or two, but other than the green pair of panties she had first worn and one training bra of the same color there was no underwear at all. Nor was there anything else, not even a nightgown or robe.

Precisely five minutes after she had entered the kitchen (according to my watch), Komoko opened the door and called "Breakfast is ready Master."

As I walked to the kitchen, I reflected that my command to not use anything that could have been there didn't leave much out; the only breakfast food I had was a couple flavors of instant oatmeal and a box of raisin bran.

When I entered I couldn't believe my eyes. There were two thick flaky-looking Belgian waffles with fresh strawberries and whipped cream, two omelets (one a little smaller than the other) and two steaming cups of hot chocolate. How had she done it? I knew I had no eggs or even flour, and you couldn't even get fresh strawberries this time of year. Not only that, but I knew for a fact that I had used the last of my hot chocolate mix two nights before and was now down to the my last few packages of hot apple cider mix.

I looked around the room noting that nothing looked out of place except for the still naked ten-year-old girl and the food that couldn't have come from my stores. There wasn't a single pan out of the cabinet, not a drop of water or bit of flour anywhere. Checking the stove, I discovered that it was still cold.

Then I noticed the plates and silverware laid out. The plates (and indeed all the serving vessels) were made of very fine white porcelain china with a metallic gold rim and a red and green holly pattern, while the "silverware" appeared to be solid gold. I didn't even own china, and I would have sold that much gold long ago.

Komoko just smiled at my puzzled look without a bit of "I told you so" in her expression. "Shall we eat?" was all she said.

Once again half convinced that I was dreaming, I shrugged and sat at my little round kitchen table. Without saying anything else, Komoko served me the bigger omelet and a waffle with just the right amount of berries and whipped cream. Giving herself the other omelet and waffle and placing a cup of coco in front of each of us, she sat down beside me.

Her placement and position were perfect; even though she looked innocent and demure (despite her continued nudity), I could see every curve of her perfect little body. She was close enough for me to touch any part of her I wanted, but not so close that she was crowding me.

I put my hand on her thigh with my fingers curling around her soft flesh, and then slid my hand up until those fingers were brushing against her little pussy. She just smiled her cute little smile again and continued to eat. I almost fucked her again right then, but decided to wait until after breakfast.

When I cut into my omelet I got another surprise. Inside were pieces of delicately shredded ham and turkey (not lunch-meat), diced chunks of fresh bell pepper in three colors, onion, and tomato. With all of that was what tasted like three kinds of cheese. The onions also tasted like Walla Walla Sweets, the best onions in the world (my opinion, not necessarily fact). Those onions were only available during the summer, and were hard to find around here even at that time.

The waffle was also surprising; just as fluffy and flaky as I had expected, but with the flavors of vanilla and cinnamon blending well with the more normal buttery flavor. Even if I had had any syrup, I wouldn't have dreamed of putting it on this; it wouldn't have tasted nearly as good as the berries and cream.

As for the coco... There was a restaurant in the nearby city that was justly famed for its hot chocolate (among other things). It was known to have the best coco in North America; I had been there several times over the years, and knew this to be far better. What I was drinking was so good in fact, it made that famous coco look like bargain-priced mix. It was so rich that it was like someone had figured out how to make Hershey's Kisses drinkable without thinning down the flavor at all, and yet didn't make me want to wash it down with milk. I could detect flavors swirled into it other than chocolate, but it was blended so well that I couldn't identify any of them.

It was all wonderful, and turned out to be just enough to satisfy me without making me too full. When both of our plates and cups were empty, I turned to her and asked "Okay, I give. How did you do that? More importantly, where did you get all that?"

She smiled again. "The answer to both questions Master, is this bag." And with that she picked up the red silk bag from where it had been laying, unnoticed, on the chair across from me.

"What is it?" I asked, half afraid of the answer.

"It's Santa's bag, or one like it anyway. It is magic, almost anything can be pulled from it."

"Santa's bag? You mean that I can pull anything I want from it? Is that how he carries presents for all the kids in the world?" I ignored the fact that I was speaking as if he was real, after all I was pretty sure this was a dream by then.

"Actually, since he gave the bag to me, I can pull anything I want from it that can possibly exist, but it will be just an ordinary bag to you. But yes, it is what he uses to carry toys."

"Well that explains one of the impossible things about him, but what about the flying reindeer and sled? Or how he gets to every house in the world in one night? Or about how he gets into the houses that don't have chimneys? For that matter, if he has one of these bags what dose he need elves for? And how can magical creatures like elves be associated with a religion that calls magic evil?"

"The elves only help him with his list, they have never made toys for him; the toys all come from the bag. He dose have the reindeer, and his magic allows them to fly, but he doesn't use them to deliver toys; he can teleport which is much faster. That also means that he doesn't use chimneys at all.

"As for your other questions, there are explanations as well. First of all, the window for leaving the presents is actually something like thirty-seven hours because of the different time-zones. Second, not everyone celebrates Christmas. The Jewish and Muslims for instance; there is no need to visit them. Third, his magic allows him to slow time down so that he has more like a month to visit all the Christian houses.

"As for magic and Christianity, there may be several reasons for that. I have never read the Bible and therefore can't be sure, but my understanding is that it just says to be wary of magic; it doesn't actually call it evil. Warning about it is fair, even smart, because it can be used for great evil. But magic is still just a tool. It's like this: any gun can kill and you should be careful with them, but that doesn't mean that guns are evil. Besides, we are all God's creations. Be we human or one of the fairy races, God loves us all.

"By the way, Santa no longer gives many toys. Christmas has become just too commercialized for him, and there are too few girls and boys good enough to leave more than one small gift. Most of what he dose leave, the parents just figure that they had forgotten they had bought. As for leaving coal, he did that because it was something that the bad kid couldn't have fun with but the family could use. Unfortunately nobody in the Christian world uses coal at home these days and there just isn't an acceptable substitute, so those kids get nothing at all. That's why nobody but little children believe in him anymore. It's quite sad, and he is so distraught over it that he's thinking of quitting altogether."

It was a well thought out explanation, told with conviction. Even the parts she didn't know only made it more believable, but I still didn't believe in magic. Or fairies for that matter.

"Okay, I'll buy that for now," I told her. "But, I don't believe in magic. Can you demonstrate that bag?"

"Sure Master. First I have to tell you that anything pulled from the bag will cease to exist if returned to it." With this she shook the bag open, picked up her plate, and dropped it into the bag.

I was expecting the sound of it breaking as it hit the floor the bottom of the bag was still laying on, but other than the bag moving a little as the plate entered nothing happened. I leaned over and looked into it; it was completely empty, there was no sign of the plate. I couldn't believe it, and yet I knew it wasn't a trick.

"Convinced yet Master?"

"Not quite, but almost. Now pull something from it."

"What should I pull out?"

I thought for a moment, "How about another girl?"

"It doesn't work that way, I can't get anything alive from it. The closest I might be able to do would be a robot, but I can only get things that have been invented. Do you want a blow-up doll instead?"

"No thank you, those things always give me the creeps. Is it possible to get pictures that no one has taken? Like nude pictures of... Let's see, Dakota Fanning or something?"

"I think so, how old do you want her to be?"

Dakota Fanning was just the first name to come to my mind, but the thought of seeing her naked - even if it were just a photo - made my loins ache. She was a talented young actress, currently about sixteen, but had gotten her first big break at about seven. I had wanted her ever since seeing her on the Tonight Show when she had been ten. "How about several pictures, starting when she was ten and going to today." Komoko just reached into the bag and handed me a packet of pictures from it like you would get from a photo lab.

Opening the pictures, I saw that they did indeed show Dakota Fanning, and she was naked. The first few showed her at ten, each from a different angle to show every part of her beautiful little body. The next few were similar, but had different backgrounds and I knew she was supposed to be eleven in them. There where several groups with four or five pictures in each, each group showing her in a different place. A park, a restaurant, beside a pool; I soon figured that they had been "taken" at the places she had had her birthday parties. The last group showed her as she was today, and I mean that precise day; there was a Christmas tree behind her and ripped wrapping paper at her feet.

"Are these real? Or are they just convincing fakes?" I asked.

"I would say that they're fakes," Kokomo replied. "After all, if she had gotten naked in that crowded restaurant I'm sure that you would have heard of it. But I doubt that even she could tell for sure that it wasn't her."

"Could you get these on disk, like they had been taken with a ten mega-pixel digital instead of a thirty-five millimeter?"

"Sure Master." She reached into the bag and pulled out a CD in a case. When she handed it to me, I saw that the CD was labeled "The Best of Dakota Fanning" and had two pictures of her on it. The first looked to be taken as she walked on stage at the Tonight Show when she was ten (she was smiling and waving at the crowd), and the second showed her in her cheerleaders outfit holding her pom-poms above her head as she jumped. She was fully clothed in both, but the backgrounds had been cut away from them.

"I took the liberty of filling the disk Master, why waste room? There are even videos on there of her and her friends. The disk is also protected so that no one else can look at it."

"Protected how? Will I need a password?"

"No password, it's protected magically. If someone else tries to look at it, it will seem to be blank - as if the burn failed."

I just had to try it, so I led Komoko to my office and the computer there. The disk was everything she said it would be. I especially liked the video of the eleven-year-old Dakota having sex with her friends in public.

"You know, now I wish that you had brought some of your friends with you," I told Komoko.

"What friends would those be?"

"The ones from the wrapping paper."

"Oh, well you see, I was the only girl on that paper."

I thought back to the paper: there was no way that was all one girl. There had been girls from every race, with every color of hair and eyes. "Come again? How could that all have been you?"

She shrugged. "What? Did you think that I was human?"

"Well, yes. What are you? One of the elves?"

"You could say that, I guess. We 'elves' are actually made up of several different races. Technically, I'm a nymph, and I can look any way I want. Or you want."

I thought about that a moment; there were some interesting possibilities. Then another thought occurred to me: "How old are you? I mean, it doesn't really matter, but I would like to know."

"I'm ten, which is fully adult for my people. I'll never look any older if I don't want to, and I'll probably live longer than you will.

"But you were saying that you wanted more girls? I'll see what I can do."

"How are you going to do that?"

"Well, I can see if any of my fellow nymphs want to come for a party. I can also scout the local school to see if there are any human girls who would be willing. In the meantime, is there anything you want me to do?"

"What are the limits to this ability of yours? For that matter, what do you really look like?"

Suddenly she changed. Her skin darkened and took on a molting that made it look oddly like tree bark, though it remained smooth. Her hair and eyes both turned green, the green of healthy leaves. Her face changed, taking on a more elf-like appearance.

"This is how I look, and the only limitations to appearance I have is size and shape; though I can grow breasts, I can't get much bigger or smaller or grow extra appendages like wings or a tail."

"Uh... that's okay, I was never into all that fantasy stuff like having sex with angels or cat-girls. I'm not even sure I want to do you the way you look now, but I'm not sure I don't either." I was a little surprised to find that last to be true. "Why did you choose the red-haired Asian look?"

"Because it was the one you liked best." Seeing that this didn't explain it enough, she continued "I'm a bit telepathic: I can't actually read your mind, but I somehow know what you want before you do." Suddenly, the ten-year-old Dakota Fanning was standing beside me completely naked. "Sorry, I also can't do clothes." She even sounded like little Miss Fanning, and was missing her front teeth like the real girl had been that night on the Tonight Show. "That's what the wardrobe in the box is for, though I can get more from the bag."

"That's okay, for what I want to do right now clothes would just get in the way." And with that, I scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. After seeing the real Dakota Fanning that night, I had wanted to touch my dick to the gap in her teeth. Well, I was finally going to get my chance, among other things.

***

I can't say that I had been living in hell before that Christmas, but now I live in a perpetual heaven.

I soon found out that Komoko was a wood-nymph, something most people confused with a dryad which was something quite different. She chose to come to me because of the tree farm, and the fact that I flat out refused to harvest any of the trees. It had gotten to the point that I was about to loose the tree farm status, which is so big a tax break that the extra taxes would force me to sell off most of the land. She helped me by suggesting a selective harvest, and then pointing out the trees who's removal would benefit the rest or which would die soon anyway.

I also found out that "Komoko" wasn't her real name, but when I asked her what her real name was she just made a sound reminiscent of wind blowing through leaves. She told me that she chose the name because it meant something similar to her real name and fit her appearance at the time. She won't tell me what either name means, and I have been unable to find out any other way. I think she just likes teasing me about it. I still call her Komoko, or sometimes just 'Moko.

She no longer calls me "Master": it got old and I asked her to stop. She has also stopped acting like a willing slave, and although she is still willing to do anything I wanted she now asks me to do things for her. The thing she requests most isn't a particular act, but a place: she loved to have sex among the trees. Especially in her "natural" form, which I find quite pleasant now.

I also found out that she was only telling a partial truth when she said that she couldn't grow wings or a tail; she can't, but she can make a very realistic illusion of them. She can do the same for clothes too, but the illusions are not solid and therefore won't hold up if touched.

She dose bring other pre-teen girls home for me sometimes, but most of the time I suspect that they are all nymphs. The only time I am sure however is when these girls look like famous or semi-famous girls. The most we have had at one time was six (seven including Komoko), and that time I am sure they were all nymphs because each of the girls looked like a famous actress did as a pre-teen. They stayed for a week, the best week of my life. So far.

I quit my job before the end of that January. I own my house and therefore don't pay rent, I have no mortgage, and my water comes from a well. I recycle everything I can and compost most of the rest. Everything else fits into one small bag when I make my monthly run to drop off the recycling and so a friend in town lets me use his can instead of paying a garbage bill of my own. The only bills I have are electrical bill and the combined TV-Phone-Internet bill from the local Satellite/Cable company, and of course the insurance bill. Most of my food and entertainment comes from the magic bag (and Komoko of course), so I'm able to make due with the money I make from the occasional "culling" of my little forest. That and the crafts that Komoko and I make (or pull from the bag) and sell.

The only time either of us wear clothes these days is when we leave home, have non-nymph company, or are just wearing it so that the other can photograph us taking it off. Life is great.

The End