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Twenty Five (Mg nc cons rom)


Chapter 1

   I first became aware of the Network through my friend Charlie.
 Charlie and I spent some time together in Bangkok, where he had
rented a villa for the cool season there, or what passed for it.
It took me days to stop sweating constantly.  I regarded an air
conditioned space like an oasis in the desert.  Charlie wasn't
there for the weather, he went for the prostitutes; pre-teen
girls to be specific.

   It wasn't easy finding underage talent in Thailand anymore,
but money could remove any barrier, and Charlie and I were chock
full of funds.  In fact, we were both stinking rich, and through
no efforts of our own.  Both of us were handed trust funds when
we hit thirty and neither of us had done a lick of work in our
lives.  We formed a sort of club; "we're rich, we don't deserve
it and we don't give a damn," Charlie was fond of saying, in the
midst of some perverted waste of cash, like buying a Ferrari for
a two-hour drive and giving the keys away to a parkingattendant.

   Charlie invited me to stay for a couple of weeks and "sample
the rare meat" as he put it.  I had never really considered sex
with children up to that point, and I wasn't sure it was
something I wanted to experience.  In spite of being spoiled
rotten, I tended to be more moral than Charlie, and I wasn't
comfortable with the exploitation involved.  But my curiosity and
lust won out, and I accepted his invitation.  When I recovered
sufficiently from the heat and food (that is, when I could travel
beyond a ten foot radius from a bathroom), he set up two girls
for us, a pair of sisters, eight and ten years old, with two
older girls to act as a sort of chaperon service. 

   He sent a car to pick them up, and Charlie and I waited in his
living room, Charlie relaxing with some coconut concoction, while
I paced nervously.  The girls finally arrived, walking in to
greet us in long formal dresses, very attractive and pleasant. 
It was obvious this wasn't the first time they had entertained
men, and the older of the two sat in Charlie's lap when he
waggled his finger at her, leaving the younger girl standing with
her hands clasped in front of her, staring at me, waiting. 
Charlie laughed, "Dave, take her to your bedroom and I'll check
in with you in a couple of hours, we can swap girls.  They'll
stay for the night."

   I reached for the little girl's hand and led her off down the
hall, not looking at her.  One of the older girls followed us,
and when we entered my room she took the girl from me into the
bathroom.  I sat on the bed, my legs shaking a little from
anticipation.  I could hear the shower running, and after a few
minutes both girls came out naked, holding a couple of towels. 
They walked over to me and proceeded to take my clothes off,
folding them carefully over a chair. The older girl then checked
my penis, washing it off with a cloth.  She said something in
Thai and retired to the other side of the room, sitting in a
chair, watching, as the eight-year old girl came over and sat
next to me on the bed.

   It was a strange situation.  I felt like ravishing the little
girl, but the watcher inhibited me at first.  I put my arm around
her and she reached over with one hand to stroke my cock.  The
experience was so novel and I was so nervous, it took awhile for
me to come erect, but when I did I had a raging hard on, anxious
for contact.  Gradually I got used to the presence of the older
girl and had my way with the child, kissing and licking her body
from top to bottom, making her suck and play with me, and finally
entering her little vagina while she lay on her tummy, her bottom
supported by a pillow that the older girl helpfully provided. 
Her pussy was so tight, and the experience so erotic that I came
within a few strokes, cum squirting out from the little girl's
pussy around the base of my cock.  The older girl washed us off
with a towel, then resumed her position in the chair.

   I spent the rest of the time with the girl just playing around
with her, poking my cock into her little nipples, rubbing it
between her legs and bottom, and letting her suck me some more
without cumming.  Charlie knocked on the door and we traded
girls, and after a quick shower I was joined on the bed by the
ten year-old child.  I couldn't help noticing that her bottom
cheeks were a little pink; apparently Charlie had spanked the
girl.  I wondered what the limits were, and motioned the girl
over my knee.  I saw the older girl take notice and pay
attention, but neither girl said anything as a laid a few light
swats on her behind. 

   This girl was more active than her sister, and when I lay back
down on the bed, she started sucking me right away.  I let her go
to it, pulling her legs around so I could play with her bottom,
and getting her tongue where it belonged, against the front part
of the head of my cock. When I was ready to cum, I pulled the
girl off the bed and indicated she was to kneel in front of me. 
I asked her to pull me off with her hands onto her face when I
was ready, and after exchanging a few words in Thai with the
chaperon, she did just that, taking my cum in several streaks
across her cheeks and into her mouth.

   The older girl and her attendant both slept with me, the girl
wrapped in my arms, and the watcher sleeping across the end of
the bed.  The next morning Charlie and I took all the girls into
the living room and snapped some digital pictures of both the
sisters sucking cock and spreading their legs.  Each night
thereafter, with a couple of nights off for other diversions,
Charlie ordered in a different set of girls.  I think I had eight
or ten pairs of girls as I recall, none younger than eight or
older than twelve or so, all capable of full sexual intercourse.
The cost of the girls and the attendants must have been enormous,
but Charlie didn't care, or even ask me to share. 

   It was to pick up copies of the pictures we took that caused
me to be in New York later that year, as neither Charlie or I
wanted to risk the mails or the internet to swap the files.  It
doesn't matter how wealthy you are when it comes to doing time in
the U.S. for possessing such materials, especially when your cock
in an eight year-old is one of the subjects. 


Chapter 2


   "Dave old boy, I have something to show you," Charlie said,
making me a drink from his bar.

   "The pictures?"

   "Something a little more interesting, but we have to talk
first."  He had a strange expression on his face as his sipped
his drink, he wasn't kidding around like usual.  "It's a serious
matter, and before I show you I have to have your word on
something."

   "Okay, Charlie, what's with the mystery?"

   "No kidding around Dave, if you were to reveal what I'm going
to show you, we could both be killed."

   "You're joking?" I said.

   "No joke friend, you want me to go on, or do you want to
forget about it?"

   I thought about if for a moment.  He wasn't kidding, that was
obvious.  "I gather you think I would be interested or you
wouldn't have brought it up.  Is it something similar to
Bangkok?"

   "Something like that.  I need your word."

   I was intrigued, but also a little worried.  Was Charlie
talking about underage girls here?  In the U.S.?  That could
involve white slavery and kidnapping, who knew what.  Long Island
wasn't the third world.  But I trusted Charlie to have made the
invitation.

   "Okay, Charlie, you've got it."

   "Then follow me."

   He lead me through the dining room and kitchen of his house,
and through a door into a closet. I raised my eyes at him in
question, but he smiled and lifted a shelf to trip a switch.  The
floor of the closet shuddered and started to drop.  It was a
hydraulic lift, in a small concrete shaft, like something out of
a spy movie.  It dropped a floor and opened into a room, with
several cupboards and cabinets and a couple of steel doors. 
Without saying anything, Charlie turned on a TV screen on the
wall, and a picture of a room came to life.  There was a small
girl, with long full brown hair, about eight or nine, with little
bumps for breasts and a bare pussy.  She was standing, naked, in
front of a large bed.

   "Charlie, what the hell's going on here?"

   "Never mind that for now, I reserved the evening with the girl
for you if you want her."

   "Jesus, Charlie, who is she?"

   "You don't need to know that for now, it's not important."

   "Charlie, what if she sees my face and recognizes it or
something.  Isn't this dangerous?"

   "You'll have to trust me for now.  I'll say this - she'll be a
willing participant in whatever you want her to do.  Don't talk
to her too much or ask her any questions, she not prepared to
respond.  Just use her as you like, that's what she'sexpecting."

   "This is pretty weird Charlie.  What's her name?"

   He laughed, "Buddy boy, I'm not sure you'll believe this yet,
but her name is Twenty Five. She's here just for you actually -
no don't ask, I'll explain later," he said, as I started to
interrupt. "Do you want her or not?"

   I wanted her alright, she was a beautiful child, and Charlie
had really sunk the hook in during my visit to Thailand.  I had
been thinking about sex with small girls ever since.  It was
remarkable how calm she was, standing with her hands at her side,
staring off into space with a little smile, apparently waiting. 

   "Twenty Five huh?  Alright Charlie, but I'm going to have a
lot of questions."

   "I may or may not have answers, Dave, it depends on how far
you want to go.  For now, just spend the night with her, and I'll
see you in the morning.  Everything you need is in there, food,
toiletries, clothes, whatever you want.  It's self contained. 
I'll see you about ten in the morning. Agreed?"

   "Okay Charlie."

   He turned to the door and pressed a combination of numbers on
the keypad.  The door unlatched and he pulled it open, revealing
a small chamber with another door at the end. 

   "Two doors, two combinations, just in case.  Here are the
numbers, don't let the girl see them, obviously."

   He handed me a slip of paper with two sets of numbers.

   "Dave, don't expect this girl to act like a normal child.  I
can't tell you much at this point, but just keep it to sex, don't
ask for the story of her life, you dig?"

   "She speaks doesn't she?"

   "Yes, but she'll limit it to `yes sir' and `no sir' unless you
direct her to say something else. Just keep it that way for
tonight, okay?"

   "Alright."

   "Oh and Dave, if you get bored and want to watch TV, don't
show her anything that has normal girls in family situations, or
the news, anything like that.  There are some suitable DVD's in
there."

   "Okay Charlie."

   "You all set?" he asked.

   "As ready as I'll ever be I guess."

   "Then here we go."  He punched in another set of numbers on
the second door and pulled it open, and we walked into the room
together.  It was a large suite of rooms, and we were standing in
a central hallway.  To our immediate left was a small kitchen,
and farther down the hall a large bedroom where the girl was
standing, along with his and her bathrooms, as I later found out.
 In front of us was a door to an exercise room with a small pool,
about fifteen foot across, with grab bars for stationary
swimming.  To the right was a large living area with a couch and
a projection TV, along with the usual audio visual gear, and
beyond another door a second, smaller bedroom suite with its own
bathroom.   Against the far right wall was an ominous looking
area, with a bench and restraint gear attached to the wall.

   "What's this Charlie, a dungeon?" I asked, motioning towards
the restraint area.

   "Just for games Dave," he replied softly.  "You can do as you
like with her, but don't mark her up too much.  I don't think
that's your pleasure anyway, that's why I picked this girl.  Come
on."

   Charlie led me into the bedroom, and there she stood, watching
us walk in with the same smile on her face, apparently
unconcerned. 

   "Twenty Five, this is a friend of mine," Charlie said,
addressing the girl.  "He'll be spending the night with you."

   "Yes sir," the girl replied, looking at me.  Her gaze was
unnerving; she stared right into my eyes without any trace of
nervousness.  I had to look away first, unable to hold my eyes on
hers.

   "Remember what I said Dave, see you in the morning, eh?  Enjoy
old sport," Charlie said, slapping me on the shoulder.  I was
still looking at the girl when I heard the door close in the hall
behind me.  I was alone with the girl named Twenty Five.


Chapter 3

   At first I just stood there, looking at her, taking her naked
body in.  The girl didn't move or speak, just smiled and watched
me.  Finally I sat on the bed next to her, while she maintained
her pose.  Her bottom was lovely, full fleshy rounded cheeks
above somewhat chubby thighs. She wasn't overweight in any sense,
but still had some baby fat on her thighs, tummy and mound.  The
flesh at the top of her thighs met her pussy lips, leaving only a
small gap.

   I reached out and put my hand on her back and started to
caress her, and she showed no reaction at all, not moving away
from the contact.  I let my hands drift down to her bottom,
following the swell of her cheeks to her legs.  I pushed my
fingers between her thighs and she shifted her feet, opening her
legs a bit to accommodate me.  I took up the invitation and felt
up the inner part of her thigh to her pussy, letting my fingers
penetrate the lips.  I wanted to use both hands, so I moved over
on the bed until she was standing right in front of me, and I
squeezed her bottom cheeks on both hands.

   Apparently the girl was just going to stand there until I gave
her directions, so I turned her around by her waist.  She settled
in front of me as before, hands at her sides, looking down at me
with a smile.  I wanted to see her reaction, so I spread her legs
apart some more with my hands, and diddled her pussy for a few
minutes, just idly playing with the lips and poking around. I was
getting a severe erection by this time, but the girl continued to
show no reaction, even when I slipped a finger up inside her.  I
sniffed my hand when I took the finger out, and there was no odor
at all.  Obviously she was trained to keep herself clean.

   "I'm going to use the bathroom, I'll be right out, okay?"

   "Yes sir," she said, "is there anything I can do?"

   I was surprised at her question, at least she could talk. 
"No, not now, I'll see you in a few minutes."

   "Yes sir."

   I went into the man's bathroom and dressed in a robe hanging
from a hook.  My bathroom was very large, with a giant tub
dominating the room.  When I came out she had turned down the
sheets in the bed, and she had placed cloths and lubricant on the
side table, along with a couple of bottles of water.  I peeked
inside her bathroom and found a smaller version of mine, no tub,
only a shower and equipped with a bidet with various appliances
for cleaning her orifices.

   Again, her eyes never left mine as I walked over to her.  I
found myself filled with affection for the girl, and hugged her
to me, stroking her hair.  She responded by slipping her hands
inside my robe, fondling my cock and balls with both hands, very
expertly, not fumbling around.  I was so hot that my cock was
ready to burst just from the feeling of her little hands on it,
stroking it up and down, rubbing the tip and squeezing the shaft.
 I let her manipulate me for several minutes as I held her,
groaning at little.  She looked up at me, smiling, apparently
satisfied at my pleasure.

   "Can you suck me a little?" I asked, and she responded
immediately, sitting on the bed and pointing my cock at her lips.
 She started by kissing and licking the tip and gradually worked
the head between her lips.  She worked slowly with great skill,
keeping me on edge wanting more contact, and providing it in
stages.  I wanted all of my penis in her mouth and thrust my hips
a bit, driving it in.  She understood my desire and started to
suck me in earnest, wrapping her tongue around the end of my cock
as she moved her head back and forth.  Her hands were busy,
cradling my balls and gripping and squeezing the shaft of my cock
in time to her motions.

    It was all I could do to hold back, but I wanted to cum
inside the girl, and kept myself in check, slowing the girl down
by holding her head. 

   "Slow down please, I don't want to cum, okay?"

   She nodded her head, not being able to talk with a mouth full
of penis.  Then she proceeded to torture me with her tongue and
lips, and I almost wished I had let myself go.  She would bring
me to the edge, sucking me in and out of her mouth, and then
squeezed my penis behind the head until it was almost painful,
causing the urge to cum to subside.  I let her do this several
times, moaning and groaning when she squeezed me, gripping her
shoulders to steady myself.

   "Enough, please, let's lay down on the bed."

   "Yes sir."

   I lay down and pulled her to me, resting her head on my
shoulder while she played with me. I looked over at her face and
was filled with desire for her.  Her eyes were so clear and
innocent, gazing into mine without any trace of hesitation. 
Again, I found it extremely difficult to hold her gaze for too
long.  She seemed able to keep eye contact for any length of
time, completely without any sense of self consciousness.  It was
almost unhuman, like she was a machine, a robot rather than a
girl, but I didn't feel that way about her, far from it.  I felt
almost inadequate, as if she was stronger than I, which perhaps
was true in a sense.

   I broke the spell by kissing her, and she kissed back,
matching my passion.  It was extraordinary, as if we had been
lovers forever.  I kissed her for many long minutes, turning over
on my side to face her, my hands stroking her hair and feeling
her body.  I was so hot for her that I rolled her over on her
back and entered her pussy while she guided me.  I had planned to
make her do the work, imagining all sorts of games like I had
played with the girls in Bangkok. Now instead I was the one
making love to the girl, kissing her and looking down at her face
while I thrusted in and out.   And she responded as if I was her
ultimate lover, moving her hips up to meet me, rubbing my back
with her hands, and throwing her legs over my butt, pushing me
into her.

   "Permission to cum, sir?"

   I was so startled I stopped in midstroke.  "What did yousay?"

   "Can I have permission to cum sir?"

   I laughed, looking down at her face, dreamy with passion, her
lips parted and her eyes half closed.  "Yes, of course, please."
I resumed my fucking, but without my former abandon, fascinated
by her request.  Was she really going to cum?  I didn't believe
it, like it was an act.

   But she wasn't acting, or if she was, it was the performance
beyond normal human control. She met my thrusts hard, heaving
herself up at me, slapping me with her pelvis.  Her eyes closed
and she breathed in pants, moaning softly, and tossing her head
back and forth.  I could feel her pussy lubricate around my cock
and my thrusts took on a wet sound.  Her obvious sense of desire
renewed my own, and I let myself go with her, holding my breath
in stages, concentrating on the feeling at the end of my cock.

   Suddenly she stopped and held me inside her with her legs,
bucking and squealing underneath me as she came.  I could feel
the insides of her pussy gripping my cock in spasms.  When she
relaxed a bit and freed me, I resumed my fucking, building her
quickly to another orgasm and again to a third, before I let
loose inside her with a groan, spurting for several long moments
as she came again, causing me to cry out at the intense
sensation.

   When it was over I shifted her over on her side, still impaled
inside her, and we both caught our breath.  She reached behind my
head to grab a cloth, placing it down by her bottom, ready for
when I would withdraw.  I wanted to tell her how wonderful she
was, but words didn't seem necessary.  She looked deep into my
eyes with a satisfied smile on her face, and I kissed her and
held her, stroking her thick hair.  I had never experienced
better sex in my life, it was deeply fulfilling to have pleasured
her so.  I was certain her feelings were genuine, and I couldn't
help wondering if she felt this way with Charlie as well.

   Who was she, I wondered.  Was Charlie the only person she saw?
 How could it be possible for her to react this way, a child? 
And what was with her name, a number?  I started to ask her, but
I remembered what Charlie had said, and kept my silence.  When I
finally went soft and fell out of her, she used the cloth to soak
up my cum, using another to clean me off.  When she was done, she
went into the bathroom and returned with a damp cloth, giving me
a sponge bath of sorts.  She lay back next to me and resumed
feeling my cock, bringing me back to a semblance of an erection.
I lay back and watched her move, enjoying the sight of her young
body.

   I lay with her for quite awhile that first night, just hugging
her close, spending long minutes kissing with her.  I wasn't a
big kisser before that night, it seemed secondary to the sex, but
with Twenty Five kissing was ecstasy.  I played games with her
eyes, trying to hold her gaze as long as I could.  She caught on
as well, and laughed with me once when she screwed up her face to
concentrate staring me down.  It was fun, but it was also eery,
uncanny.  I remembered the movie, Stepford Wives, and it seemed
to fit in a sense, but not with her laugh.  There was a human
girl underneath that training, and I was fascinated with her.

   I let her suck me off later, while she lay on top of me, my
mouth between her legs.  She didn't cum as I licked her, I think
she was concentrating too much on my cock, but I enjoyed the
sensation regardless, licking and sucking her neat little lips
and clit.

   I enjoy seeing myself cum on women, it's one of my few
perversions, aside from children of course, I guess I can count
myself a confirmed pedophile now.  I asked her to kneel on the
floor next to the bed, and I sat in front of her as she resumed
sucking me off.  When I was ready I asked her to take me out and
let me spurt on her breasts, and she did it just right, pointing
my cock from one to the other, moving in close as I ran out of
cum to get the last drops on her puffy little nipples.  When she
was done she licked me clean and lay back in front of me, rubbing
the cum into her chest as she smiled, not ashamed or grossed out
at all to be spreading my cum around on her body.  She was
remarkable.

   I was spent by the experience, and realized I had neglected to
eat all evening.  I scrounged around in the kitchen and grabbed a
few things for both of us, but the girl only nibbled a few bites
of some cold meats, waiting for me to finish.  When I came out of
the bathroom I saw her in the kitchen, eating something from a
blue plastic container.  She quickly put it away, leaving me
wondering what she was given to eat.  She used the bathroom and
joined me back in bed, which she had changed in my absence.

   As I lay next to her in the dark, I thought of what I would
like to say to her, but fell asleep without coming to any
conclusions.  What could I say that would matter?  I was leaving
the next morning anyway, and I probably would never see her
again.

   The next morning I let her arouse me again, and this time
pulled her on top, straddling me with my cock buried inside her.
She was accomplished in this position, varying the tempo to keep
me on the edge until I couldn't stand it anymore, grabbing her
bottom to make her go faster, emptying myself in her as she moved
up and down my shaft like a sewing machine.  I finally had to
grab her again to make her stop, it was too intense for my cock.
I held her for a long time afterwards, stroking her back and
kissing her.

   It was getting late, I knew Charlie wanted to have words, and
I was more than ready for what he had to say.  Before Thailand I
had never seriously considered having sex with an underage girl,
but now it was the only sex I wanted.  I was as hooked as a junky
ever was, and I sympathized with those who preyed on children.  I
was no better myself, I knew.  I didn't kid myself that somehow I
was morally superior, in that the girls I had been with had been
willing participants.  The Thai girls did it for money, and
Twenty Five, who knew?  But I was determined to find out.

   Finally I was dressed and it was time to go.  I crouched down
in front of the girl, thinking of something to say, but all I
could manage were a few words of thanks.  Walking away from her
through the security door was one the hardest things I had ever
done.  Everything inside me wanted to stay with her.  I shrugged
and recalled the codes, seeing the last of her as the door closed
behind me, still standing and smiling, the same as the previous
night.


Chapter 4


   Charlie was in the kitchen when I emerged from the closet,
sitting in a robe, eating some sticky buns and champagne. 
Charlie drank champagne morning, noon and night, so I wasn't
surprised.

   "So, look what the cat drug in," he laughed, "have a good
time?"

   "Jesus, Charlie, that girl . . . she's beyond belief.  Who is
she?"  I helped myself to a roll and a glass and sat down with
Charlie, waiting for his explanation as he swallowed a bite of
bun, chasing it with the champagne.

   "You liked her huh?"

   "Charlie, she asked me for permission to cum.  Permission to
cum, Charlie, can you imagine?"

   "Ah, well you're lucky, that only happened once with me, maybe
she liked you."

   "How many times have you had this girl?"

   "This is the second time," he said.  She's not my type really,
too . . . willing, or something, I don't know.  The chick kind of
spooks me out Dave, but she's great."

   "Yeah, I know what you mean.  I mean, I really liked her." 
Charlie looked at me across the table, pouring another glass for
himself, peering at me around the bottle.  "Okay, Charlie, I can
feel the evil eye.  What can I say?  She's a great girl.  When
are you going to lay this setup out for me?  That's why you
brought me here, right?"

   "It's called the Network, Dave.  Call it a service
organization.  They built out that underground bunker, they
supply the girls.  That's about it in a nutshell, or all you need
to know."

   "You know more?"

   "I can guess, but I don't care.  They take care of all the
details.  The money gets hidden as payments for investment
consulting.  It's expensive, but I'm rich . . ."

   ". . . and you don't give a damn, I know Charlie.  How did you
find out about this . . . Network?"

   "I can't tell you that Dave, but pretty much the same way you
did, just like now."

   "Isn't it a risk, telling me?"

   "I asked them first, and they checked you out and approved. 
You're the one at risk; sorry Dave."

   "What do you mean Charlie?"

   "I mean they're listening in now, they tap all the phones,
everything.  If you back out and say a word . . ."  He pointed
his finger at his head, mouthing "boom".

   "With extreme prejudice, I get the picture, Charlie.  Fuck you
very much."

   He just laughed.  "You should be thanking me."

   "For getting me killed?"

   "That's not going to happen Dave.  You know why?"

   "Why Charlie?"

   "Because you're going to join; am I wrong?"

   "Hell no, where do I sign?"

   Charlie laughed and we slapped hands. 

   "What happens now Charlie, they're going to build something
like this at my compound?  I don't have to live in New York do I?
 I kind of like Portland."

   "They know everything about you in detail Dave my boy, so I
guess Oregon is no problem. But don't ask me, I'm just showing
you the goods.  Presumably they'll be in touch."

   "Who Charlie?"

   "I'll leave that to them.  They like you, or they wouldn't
have allowed this.  Don't worry, you're in.  I'll guess one thing
though."

   "Which is?"

   "It will be a woman."

   I still had a thousand questions, but Charlie made it clear he
wasn't in the mood.  "Alright Charlie," I said, "just a couple
more questions."

   "Shoot"

   "Twenty Five; is that like her number?  How many girls are
there?"

   "About fifty or sixty, last time I looked.  You get to select
and they work the scheduling out. You'll find out all about it."

   "How did that girl get that way Charlie?  She doesn't act
normal."

   "The Stepford Wives, that's what you're thinking, right Dave?
The answer is I'm not sure. Some of the girls are trained and
some aren't.  You get to pick.  This girl is different than any
of the others I've had.  She's a beauty, and she's talented, but
she's kind of flat, no ego."

   "There's one under there somewhere Charlie.  Okay, one more
question?"

   "The last?"

   "Yeah, one more.  How long Charlie?"

   "About five months now."

   "That's why I haven't seen you since Bangkok."

   "I've been a little busy, Dave.  They were working on the
place while I was in Thailand.  Hey what can I say, I couldn't
wait, so I went off in search of some local talent.  When I got
back . . . well, I've been making up for lost time."

   "I'm anxious to catch up, I hope they contact me soon."


Chapter 5

   I didn't have to wait long.  The second day I was home a black
van drove up at the gate and buzzed its way in.  That wasn't
suppose to happen, only the cleaners and the gardeners had key
cards aside from the security service.  But I looked out the
window and there was a woman getting out of the van, a pretty
woman, about thirty, dressed for business with a leather document
bag.

   I met her at the front door, opening it before she rang.  "I
think I know who you are," I said. "How did you get in the gate,
or shouldn't I ask?"

   The woman smiled.  "You shouldn't ask Mr. Garrett."

   "And you are?"

   "Miss Green."

   "Okay, Miss Green, come on in.  Coffee, pop, juice?"

   "Orange juice would be nice," she said.

   "Orange juice for Miss Green.  Come on in, we can talk in the
kitchen.  I don't suppose I need to ask how you knew I would be
here?"

   The woman just smiled as I led her into the kitchen.  We sat
at a table in a nook overlooking the rose garden, and I grabbed
myself a diet pop and joined her.  I took a moment to look her
over as she unpacked her bag.  She was a beautiful woman, petite
and blonde, her hair parted by her shoulders lapping at the tops
of her full breasts.  There was something about her face that
attracted me to her, a soft radiant smile she seemed to wear like
she was born with it.

   "So, what happens now, Miss Green?" 

   "You've decided to join I gather?"

   "How long does it take?"

   "To join?  You just did, we already approved you."

   "No, I mean how long does it take until I can . . . until
you're ready."

   "Oh, well.  We need a few weeks to arrange for the
construction, we have to use our own people of course."

   "Yeah, I don't suppose a local contractor is going to be too
hot on building a bunker.  So, how long, start to finish?"

   "Three months, I'm afraid.  It's a lot of work.  Go to France,
Mr. Garrett, spend a few months. When you come back we'll meet
again, and you can choose your first guest."

   "You know about my place in France of course.  Is there
anything you don't know about me?"

   Again, no response from Miss Green, just the smile.  We spent
several hours going over the details, touring the house while she
took pictures and made notes.  She seemed to know already most of
the structural details of the house, not that I would be much
help anyway, but she wanted me to be comfortable with the layout.
 I was concerned that the part-time house and groundskeepers
would notice something like this, but she convinced me that
wasn't possible, except by my own error.  It was unnerving to
hear her explain that it would be necessary to murder the help in
that case, with the same soft smile on her face.  I didn't ask
who would get that job, but holding their lives in my hands would
make me careful enough. 

   Miss Green had me sign about a hundred pieces of paper, and
she was off in a few minutes. In the morning I packed and made
arrangements to leave for France.  They wouldn't start the work
for a week, Miss Green had explained, but I was anxious to get
moving.


Chapter 6

   Three months.  I wasn't happy at having blue balls for that
long.  I didn't think the escorts on the Riviera would make me
very happy in the circumstances.  But I was wrong, and the three
months went quickly.  I spent the time sipping champagne on the
French coast, lustfully watching the topless lolitas on the
beach, and getting serviced by the youngest prostitutes I could
find.  The agency girls called me "le pedophile" before the
summer was over, though none of the girls were south of twenty, I
thought.  I thought about cheating and visiting Charlie, but he
was off on his yacht somewhere.  I wondered if the Network worked
at sea.

   When I returned in late spring I had a new addition with a
garage door in back.  I walked around and looked at it, noting
how well it had been built into the side of the house.  I could
see that the grass and paving had been torn up and replaced,
apparently to get access to the basement level of the house.  I
guessed I had a new underground addition as well.

   I left my luggage outside and went into the house, prowling
around trying to find the entrance. I assumed it would be similar
to Charlie's but I couldn't find any secret closet or switch
hidden under a shelf.  I finally gave up and unpacked, figuring I
would hear from the Network soon enough.  I'm sure they wanted to
get me on a paying basis, though I had no idea what they would
bill for the work on the house or for the service, not that I
cared.

   They left me a day to get my affairs in order, which I needed,
having to meet with the annoying accountants to sign tax returns,
and with my attorney to sign all kinds of other crap they
couldn't sign for me.  I hurried back to the house in
anticipation that evening, but there was no sign anyone had
visited.  I spent another restless night, but my wait was soon
over, as they drove up the next morning while I was cleaning up
from lunch, another plain van, white this time, and another
professional women, who introduced herself as Miss Grey.  They
had picked the time right, as usual, as neither of the help was
scheduled to visit that day.


   Miss Grey was about the same age as Miss Green, brunette, with
long thick brown hair and a full body with a broad behind and
lush breasts.  She carried herself in a similar manner, with her
soft half smile, but completely business.  It was a pleasant day,
so I invited her to sit on the patio, and brought out a pitcher
of ice tea and some cookies for her.  We chatted about the garden
and the weather before getting down to business.

   "I'll show you around your new quarters before I leave," she
said, "but I thought I would schedule some guests for youfirst."

   I smiled at her use of words.  What would you call a child
prostitute slave anyway?  I shrugged off my moral qualms as Miss
Grey placed a binder in front of me and opened it up to a page of
pictures of a small blonde girl, all naked from various angles,
including a close up of her asshole and the inside folds of her
pussy taken from the rear.  I already had a raging erection as I
flipped through the pages, hardly listening to what Miss Grey was
explaining.

   "Each girl is identified by a number, and her statistics are
given on the lower left corner, age and height, things like that.
 If the girl is trained there's a "T" in the box, and you can
find some general comments about her."

   I flipped back to the blonde girl, number Forty One, and there
was the "T" reference.  The notes said she was seven years old
and described her as "needing additional correction occasionally
to perform well, but looks after herself."

   "Tell me more about being trained," I asked.  "What does that
mean?"

   "It means the girl grew up with us, and has been trained to
please.  Trained girls don't have any experience of the world,
and can't read or write."

   "And untrained girls?"

   "Well, they're typically older and lived outside of our
organization before they came to us. They'll perform, but usually
require more correction."

   "By correction I assume you mean they get beat on?"

   "Many of our clients prefer that," she said, without any
visible reaction.

   She didn't explain further, and didn't need to.  I'm excited
by having sex with girls, but I'm not interested in hurting them.
 Nor did I ask Miss Grey where untrained girls came from.  I
guess I didn't really want to know the answer.  She was silent as
I turned the pages, in love with nearly all the girls in the
book.  There were about fifty of them, all different ages and
racial types, from a thirteen year-old black girl with hair on
her pussy to a three year-old blonde that had a note that
indicated she required an attendant, and that you had to be
gentle with intercourse. I wondered how they had opened up a girl
that young to be able to take a man.

   "I can select any of these girls?" I asked.

   "Yes, if they're available, if not we'll put you on a waiting
list.  You can also be put on a waiting list for new untrained
girls if you like.  They appeal to a certain type of client."

   "The type that likes to abuse the girls, I suppose.  I'm not
really interested in that."

   Miss Grey just shrugged.  "Then I recommend you stick with the
trained girls, like the one you tried with your friend."

   "You knew about that?"

   "We set it up.  We thought the girl would be safe for a first
encounter."

   "Her name was Twenty Five, she was a lovely girl.  Is she
available?" I asked.

   "I have to call in and check after you're done with your
selections to confirm, but I'm sure she's available.  You like
her?"

   "Very much.  Why isn't she taken, a girl that lovely?"  I
flipped to her page, and there she was, naked and smiling at the
camera, just like I first met her and just like I saw her last. 
The notes said that she was very docile and willing.  "Too
willing?" I asked.

   "Yes, I'm afraid she's not very popular."

   "I'd like to see her again, can I schedule her first?"

   Miss Grey smiled at my choice.  There was something about her
manner that made me curious. "Yes, like I say, I'll have to
check," she said.  "How long do you want her and starting when?"

   "As soon as I can.  You like her don't you?"

   "She has a certain quality about her, yes."

   I paused and noticed that her eyes dropped to the table,
looking at Twenty Five's picture page open in front of me.

   "How long can I have her?" I asked.

   "The standard time period is one week, but you can reserve a
guest longer than that if you choose."

   "Then I'd like her for two weeks, see how it goes.  Is that a
problem?"

   "No, not really," she replied, "though most of our clients
prefer variety.  You should reserve some of the other girls now
so we can fill out your schedule."

   "How many girls can I have at a time?"

   "You have facilities for two.  We can make your quarters
larger if you want."

   "No, two is more than enough I think."

    I started at the beginning of the book, having a difficult
time deciding.  The truth was, aside from some of the older
girls, I wanted them all.  I finally settled on Thirty Two, a six
year-old blonde girl with no breasts and a flat hard body with a
very childish pussy, a five year-old cuddly little oriental girl
with plenty of baby fat named Seventeen and a seven year-old with
straight brown hair and puffy nipples and mound, number Twenty
Nine.  She was trained, like all the girls I chose, and I
reserved each for two weeks.  Miss Grey noted my selections and
said she would call before she left to confirm.

  I cleaned off the table while Miss Grey walked in the garden,
carrying a note pad and talking on her cell phone.  When I came
back out to the patio from the kitchen she was waiting for me.

   "Twenty Five can be here in three days, and Thirty Two I can
schedule starting two weeks later, but only for a week, and after
that you can have Seventeen for two weeks if you like.  I'm
afraid Twenty Nine won't be available for seven weeks, do you
want to try someone else?"

   "No, that's fine for now."  I figured a couple weeks off
wouldn't be a bad idea anyway. "Suppose I wanted to keep a girl
longer than two weeks?"

   "Well, it's not a good idea to become attached to a specific
girl," she said.  "They're not really able to return the
affection, you may be disappointed."

   "Has anyone . . . how long is too long?"  I was going to ask
something else, whether any girl had been removed from the
Network by a customer, but there was something in Miss Grey's
face that held me back.  I didn't think it would be a good idea
to inquire too much into what happened to the girls as theyaged.

   "It's up to you, it's not a problem for us.  We're concerned
with your pleasure, that's all."

   For some reason, I didn't really trust what she was saying,
but I shrugged the feeling off.  I now had four girls scheduled
over two months, none older than Twenty Five, who turned out to
be eight per the book.  I was desperately horny, and made a note
to dig the pictures of Thailand out of the hiding place for
tonight. 

   After we were done Miss Grey showed me the new basement
quarters.  The entrance was from a closet I had checked, but I
missed the clever switch hidden behind an outlet cover.  The
floor dropped underneath us and I found myself in a corridor like
Charlie's, two doors and a set of cupboards and cabinets, and a
monitor screen on the wall.

   One of the doors led to a new garage, where apparently the
Network unloaded the girls.  The other led into the underground
suite, which was arranged identically with Charlie's, two
bedrooms, a living room already furnished and stocked with
audio-visual gear, a kitchen, the exercise area with pool and off
to the right a tile court with restraint cuffs attached to the
wall and a couple of benches with rings and leather straps.  I
didn't bother to ask the cost of all this, nor how they had
arranged the construction without involving permits from the
local governments and utilities.

   "Who takes care of all this," I asked, "the pool, the linen,
all that?"

   "The girls do the maintenance, that's part of their job.  You
don't need to worry about anything, we restock it as needed when
we visit."

   "What do I need to do?"

   "Just call us if anything goes wrong, everything else the
girls can handle."

   "The girls, they live here, sleep here?  Can I take them
upstairs?"

   "We don't recommend it, and they won't expect it.  You can if
you like, but you should keep them on a chain, you'll find some
in the cabinets,"  she said, motioning towards the wall.  "The
trained girls won't try to get away I'm sure, but you understand
the consequences of breaking security?"

   I drew a finger across my throat and raised my eyebrows, and
Miss Grey just showed her half smile. 

   "What about food?" I asked.

   "The girls have their own, but you can give them treats from
what you bring down if you like. Don't get them used to eating
your food, just little treats now and then.  They have to keep
themselves in shape and are strictly monitored, so you won't be
doing them any favors if you fill them up with ice cream. 
They'll just have to work harder to burn off the calories, they
know that."

   "Anything else I should know?"

   She thought for a moment.  "Just remember these girls don't
know anything about the outside world.  Don't expect them to
engage in conversation with you, their world is limited to this
place and the service they are expected to provide.  It's not a
good idea to watch television shows with them that deal with the
news or normal situations.  They wouldn't understand, and it
might make them unhappy."

   "Twenty Five in particular?" I asked.

   "She's about as trained as they come.  The girls have a lot to
do during the day, so if you want them to clean up for you, give
them some warning.  It takes about a half hour for them to get
ready, more like an hour if you want to use their ass."

   "You mean for anal sex, that's allowed?"

   "Anything is allowed."

   "Anything?  Even hurting them?"

   "If they require time to heal before the next appointment,
you'll be charged for the time, but there are no limits."

   "None at all?" I asked.

   "Not within reason.  Sometimes . . . one client started to
damage the girls severely, even killing a few.  We had to
terminate our relationship with him, it takes too long to train a
girl, our investment is too large to be expressed in money."

   "You charged him for the girls' lives?"

   "Yes, you can buy a girl for . . . that, if you wish, but not
a trained girl.  But sometimes things get out of hand."

   "I don't think I need to know anymore about that."   The idea
of buying girls to torture and kill was repellent to me, and
while I recognize the world is a cruel place and life can be
cheap, I prefer to live with my own illusions about my fellow
human beings.  I noticed even Miss Grey lost her reserve a bit at
that point in the conversation.

   She showed me the codes for the doors, and where everything
was in the chamber.  There were stacks of small towels in the
bedrooms, for sex I supposed, and the cabinets by the beds were
loaded with lubricants and sex toys, as well as restraint cuffs
and straps.  The living room couch was as big as a day bed, and
there was a full projection television hooked up to another
satellite feed.  Copies of all the DVD's I had in my house
upstairs were stacked neatly on shelves, all the wrapping
removed.  Their attention to detail was unbelievable.  I assumed
it all cost a fortune, probably millions, not that I cared.

   When the tour was over I walked her to her van.

   "When will you bring the girl by?" I asked.

   "It will be three days before we're out this way again,
someone will call."

   "Should I be here when they arrive?"

   "It isn't necessary, we can work on our own, but there can't
be anyone else around to see us come and go."

   I thought about the plans for the coming week.  "Not a
problem, the gardener isn't due until Monday and the woman from
the cleaning service comes on Wednesdays."

   "Yes, we know."

   I had to laugh.  It seemed there was little about me they
didn't know.  I figured they must be monitoring the telephones,
and I thought I better watch what I say, when I realized I could
hardly be compromised any more than I was just being involved
with them.  I saw Miss Grey off, and noticed again that she had
the security card for the gate, which opened and closed as her
van drove through. 


Chapter 7

   The next three days I spent in anticipation.  I called Charlie
in New York, but he was off debasing himself someplace, and I had
to keep my thoughts to myself.  I visited the so-called guest
quarters a couple more times, poking around in the drawers and
cabinets to see what they had left.  I was fascinated by the food
they left for the girls, which consisted of various can goods,
like beans of various sorts, and boxes of bran cereal, oatmeal
and sugar.  There were vitamins and minerals and some sort of
meat products in packages in the freezer.  None of it looked very
appetizing. 

   The last place I looked was in the restraint area.  If I they
had asked I would have left the mini-dungeon out, as I called it,
but it seemed I had no choice and I was curious.  There were
whips, paddles of various sorts, canes, more restraints and even
some electrical gear, including something that looked like a
cattle prod.  I selected a small leather crop that I thought I
might be able to use if necessary, and put the rest away.  In
another cabinet there was a Jetaime and a Sybian, which I
recognized from some of the parties Charlie and I had attended. 
Along with the devices was a wooden platform with restraint
loops, and it was obvious that it could be used to force a girl
to ride the machines.  

   I thought it was curious that there was so much emphasis on
rough treatment of the girls.  I would have thought that the
experience of having sex with the girls would have been
sufficiently decadent, but apparently even that grew stale over
time for some men.  I hoped I wouldn't be affected in that way,
but I never had with adult women.  I was looking forward to
loving these girls, not abusing them.

   By the third day I was so nervous I was chewing my
fingernails, and decided to do some shopping.  A lot of the
basics were handled by the cleaning service, but food was my
problem, unless I ordered it in.  I made some calls and picked up
a selection of seafood and steaks for the grill, stopping by the
store on the way home for some ice cream and cookies as an after
thought. I remembered what Miss Grey said about treating the
girls, but I couldn't help myself.

   I arrived home later than I thought, and I didn't see any
trace that the Network had been there. I put away the groceries
and rode the secret elevator down, just to check.  When I reached
the bottom corridor to my surprise an image was glowing on the
monitor screen and I saw Twenty Five walking by, attending to
something.  There was a note on the counter "see you in two
weeks", nothing more.

   I opened the door with the code, turning and locking it before
opening the inner door.  When I entered, Twenty Five hurried from
one of the back bedrooms to stand before me, naked, her hands at
her side, smiling. 

   "Hello Twenty Five, do you remember me?"

   "Yes sir, do you wish me to get ready for you?"

   "Sure, I need to clean up too, I'll come back down inawhile."

   "Do you want my ass sir?"

   I was surprised at how matter of factly she offered herself,
like it was nothing at all.  "I don't want to hurt you, but I
wouldn't mind trying it."

   "Yes sir."

   I turned to leave, but I was so pent up and anxious I wanted
some contact with the girl, so I reached out and hugged her to
me, her face in my chest as I rubbed her back.

   "I hope you'll be happy with me here, I'm glad to see you
again."  I reached down and turned her face up and kissed her,
and she returned it, melting into my arms as I stroked her hair.
I remembered how responsive she was the night at Charlies, and
she seemed to be the same now. Finally I left off the kiss and
held her out at arm's length to look at her.

   "You're a beautiful girl, I can't wait to be with you.  I'll
see you soon then."

   "Thank you sir, I'll make myself ready."

   And that was it.  I breathed a sigh of relief as I rode the
elevator back up, grateful for the ease of the girl's response. 
She acted like I was a long-lost friend, like any good adult
provider would do, and I felt instantly comfortable at being with
her.  I quickly showered and got ready, changing into a robe.  On
my way back down I grabbed some cold shrimps and other goodies to
snack on for the evening.

   Twenty Five was still in the bathroom when I arrived, so I ate
a little and put the rest in the fridge, grabbing a bottled water
and lying down on the bed, waiting for her.  She came out about
ten minutes later, and jumped a little when she saw me on the
bed, quickly moving to the side of the bed and standing at ease,
her arms at her sides, her legs spread apart a bit. 

   I got up and sat on the edge of the bed in front of her, as I
had done at Charlie's, and reached out to touch her, rubbing her
soft nipples and playing with her pussy lips, just running my
fingers over the soft flesh in delight.  "Come on," I said,
reaching for her hand.  I pulled her onto the bed with me and lay
down beside her.  It felt so good just to be with her, that I
just enjoyed looking at her face and body, stroking her hair and
flanks gently.  I was a little surprised when she spoke.

   "Sir, do you want to give me instructions, or should I go
ahead on my own?"

   I laughed, and her smile dropped a little.  "I'm sorry, I
wasn't laughing at you, pretty girl. Sure, just do as you like,
I'm in no hurry."

    She responded by reaching between my robe for my penis,
taking it in one hand and squeezing and pulling on it gently.  I
went instantly erect, the sensation of my cock in the hands of a
small girl exciting me tremendously.  She seemed to take what I
said about not being in a hurry to heart, and her manipulations
were slow and intense.  I lay back and let her work, enjoying the
feel of her thick brown hair as she leaned up on the bed. 

   After a few minutes she moved down and began kissing my cock,
working up and down the shaft with little licks and nibbles.  I
reached out to move her legs around so she was kneeling with her
bottom by my head, and I started to play with her bottom and
legs, letting my fingers trace her pussy lips.  She was a superb
technician, as good with her mouth as any Bangkok bar girl. 

   Her teasing was making me crazy, so I thrust myself into her
mouth a couple of times when she was sucking the head.  She
responded by working it over in earnest, pumping her head up and
down on my cock, licking the head with little flicks every now
and then.  I couldn't hold back and I grabbed her bottom firmly
as I tensed up and held by breath, letting it out in a gasp as I
started to spurt into her mouth.  When I started cumming the girl
changed her technique, moving her lips up and down my shaft in
small strokes, laying her tongue against the front part of the
head of my cock, but not tickling it.  Her hand pumped up and
down my shaft, pausing at the spurts and then pumping me back for
the next shot.  It was awesome to watch my cock in the small
girl's mouth as she swallowed the cum down.

   When I had shot my last I lay back on the bed, catching my
breath, and Twenty Five held my cock in her mouth, just sucking
it gently and running her hands over my legs and balls. 

   "Come up and lay next to me, that was great, dear."

   She let my cock go and reached over to swirl some water in her
mouth, and then lay her head on my shoulder as I put my arms
around her and kissed her.  She kissed as well as she gave head,
matching what I was doing, breathing more deeply as I fingered
her pussy.  I wanted a closer look, so I rolled her over on her
back and straddled her, my cock dangling over her face as I
hunched down to spread her legs.  I lowered myself down and she
reached out with her hand to guide my cock into her mouth. 

   For a minute or two I just drank in the sight of her pussy
spread out below me, admiring the young lips and internal
structure.  I traced my finger around her clitoris hood, squeezed
her lips together and just generally played around, before
finally stooping down to begin licking and kissing her.  I took
my time, moving my lips and tongue from one part to another,
working around her clean ass and back up to the smooth white
mound, then back down over the outer lips, teasing her by
avoiding her clit.  I could hear her make little noises as she
sucked my cock, which had sprung back to a decently full
erection.

   Gradually I began to work around her clit, licking up
underneath the hood, and laying the flat of my tongue against it,
causing her to moan and squirm.  As I began to give her the full
treatment, sucking the clit up between my lips and circling it
with my tongue, her hands grabbed my butt hard, and she drew her
legs up and apart, spread wide to the world.  She surprised my by
turning her head, pushing my cock out of her mouth.

   "Permission to cum, sir?" she said.

   I stopped licking her long enough to reply, "don't ask that
Twenty Five, just cum when you want."

   "Yes sir," she said, and immediately sucked me back into her
mouth as I went back to work. I tried to move my tongue in time
to the movements of her hips, and let her set the pace as she
ground her pussy up into my mouth.  I heard her voice a cry
muffled by my penis in her mouth, and I felt her stop sucking as
she bucked underneath me, and then go back to sucking me more, as
she settled back into the bed.  I worked her up again, this time
inserting a finger into her pussy as she came, feeling her cramp
up inside as she had at Charlie's that night.  She came three
times before moving her bottom to the side, trying to get away
from my darting tongue.  I gave in and stopped licking her clit,
kissing her pussy lips and massaging her bottom from underneath.

   I moved off her and we lay next to each other for awhile,
kissing and stroking. 

   "Twenty Five?"

   "Sir?"

   "If there's something you want me to do, don't be afraid to
ask, like if you wanted me to stop, or move my tongue."

   "Yes sir."

   "And let's knock off the sir crap, my name is Dave, okay?"

   "Yes sir."

   I laughed and she blushed, looking at me wide eyed as if she
had done something wrong, her smile fading.

   "I'm sorry, call me what you like, I understand.  Sir is
alright I guess."

   She didn't say anything, but relaxed a bit, and her smile
returned as she lay back down on my shoulder.  I looked down at
the girl and ran my finger under her chin, lifting her up to look
at me.

   "What about you, do you have a name aside from your number?"

   "No . . . sir."

   "Nothing you call yourself, your own secret?"

   "Secret, sir?"

   "I mean, do you have a name for yourself, something you think
about inside?"

   "No sir."

   Twenty Five wasn't much of a name for a girl, but apparently
it was all I could get out of her. I was interested in her
thinking process, so I pressed her with more questions, though I
could see she wasn't comfortable talking about herself.

   "What do you like to do, Twenty Five, when you have time for
yourself, do you watch television?"

   "No sir, not without permission."

   "Well aside from keeping this place up, and exercising, that
kind of thing, your chores I guess, what will you do when I'm not
here?"

   "Sleep sir."

   "You sleep?  That's it?  You must lay awake sometimes, what do
you think about before you sleep?"

   "Sir?"

   "The question was plain enough, what do you think about before
you sleep?"

   She looked at me with some concern in her eyes, as if she was
being bad.  I could see her forehead wrinkle as she worked on
what to say.

   "I . . . don't know, sir, about what I have to do I guess, my
schedule."

   "You don't ever daydream, about being somewhere else, doing
something different?"

   "No sir."

   "Alright, never mind.  Suppose you have all your tasks done
and you don't need to sleep and I didn't want to be with you like
this, what would you like to do?"

   I could see she was having difficulty finding an answer, and
she responded  "I don't know sir," I think to avoid delaying
giving an answer.

   "I want you to think about it for a few minutes and tell me
again, see if you can think of something you'd like to do.  Don't
be concerned, I'm very happy with you, relax."

   I turned over on my side and tucked my arm underneath her
head, stroking her legs and behind as I kissed her nipples and
face.  I could see she was thinking hard, her normal smile giving
way as she tucked her lower lip between her teeth and stared at
nothing.  I gave her a few minutes and kissed her on the
forehead, stroking her hair.

   "Well, have you thought of something?"

   "Yes sir."

   I laughed a little, and she looked concerned again.

   "It's alright, what did you think of, what would you like to
do?"

   "Well, sir, I've seen pictures of a garden, I'd like to walk
in a garden, with roses."

   "I've got a fine garden, my maniac gardener has turned my
estate into a botanical park, and there are lots of roses, though
I couldn't tell you much about them.  Would you like to see it?"

   Her face brightened and lit up with a smile.  "Oh, yes sir."

   "Well, come on then, it's still light out, and it's lovely
this time of the evening."

   "Now sir?"

   "Sure, why not?  You should get some clothes on, just in case,
do you have something you can wear?"

   "Yes sir, would a blouse and shorts be alright?"

   "Sure, go ahead, I'll pop upstairs and meet you back down
here."

   I unlocked the security door and took the elevator up,
changing into shorts and a shirt.  The weather was unusually warm
and dry for June, and the sun had just gone down.  I grabbed a
couple of diet Cokes from the fridge, and a bag of tortilla chips
to munch on, and went back down to the bunker, finding Twenty
Five dressed in a white blouse and cutoff jeans, standing in
white socks and running shoes, almost bouncing up and down from
excitement.  I wondered about why she was provided clothes, but
my cock answered that question; it would be very erotic to
undress her later on.

   "You look great," I said, stroking her hair and kissing her. 
"Come on, we'll go out the garage door."

   She followed behind me as I unlocked the door, and I
remembered about the chain.

   "Twenty Five, I'm suppose to put you on a chain if I take you
out of here, do you mind?"

   "No sir."

   I rummaged through the cabinet in the restraint area and found
a fine stainless steel chain with a leather loop for a handle.  I
fastened the chain around her neck, feeling kind of silly about
the whole thing, but she didn't seem to care one bit.  I led her
out of the door into the empty garage, and opened the door with a
switch on the wall.  I could see her eyes light up as the outside
world appeared.

   We walked out and I led her around the back of the house,
looking down to confirm that the security gate was closed at the
bottom of the drive.  It wouldn't do to be seen leading a small
girl around like a dog on a chain!  I let her go where she
wanted, following behind her holding the chain as she moved from
one flower bed to another, smelling and touching the plants.

   "Have you done this before?" I asked.

   "No sir."

   "You've never been in a garden?"

   "No sir."

   "You've been outside though?"

   "Twice, sir."

   "Two times, in your whole life?"

   "Yes sir, to swim in a pool."  She gasped and put her hand to
her mouth.  "I'm sorry sir, I shouldn't have talked about another
client."

   "I don't think you divulged any confidences, Twenty Five,
relax."  I could see she was very concerned.  Apparently talking
about other men was strictly forbidden, and I made a note not to
press her on what other clients, as she called them, had done
with her.

   She went back to enjoying the garden, and I was delighted as
she was, thrilled by watching her pleasure at the sight and feel
of the grass and sky.  We walked until we came to a bench, and I
sat down, Twenty Five sitting next to me.  I handed her a Coke
and opened the chips, and I smiled as she savored the pop and
crunched a few chips.  I could tell she wanted more, and started
to tell her to feel free, but I remembered what Miss Grey had
said, and let her alone.

   We sat for a long time as we finished our pops, kissing and
hugging.  I had never met anyone who was more fun to kiss with,
she was so pliant and willing, kissing back with passion.  I
opened her blouse and reached in to rub her small breasts, if you
could call them that, being mere nipples, and she stroked my cock
through my shorts. 

   "Let's go back inside, it's getting a little cool."  Besides,
I hadn't forgotten her bottom and pussy, and I wanted to be in
both.

   "Yes sir, thank you sir."

   "It was my pleasure, I'm glad you enjoyed it."

   I walked her back inside and closed the garage door.  I could
see her watching with regret as the door closed off the world
outside.

   "Don't worry, you can go out again."

   "Yes sir."

   "Twenty Five if anything ever happens when we're outside
together, I'll have to take off your chain and hide it.  If
someone comes in the yard, you are to call me Uncle Dave, is that
clear?"

   "Yes sir."

   "Well, I wouldn't worry about it, there's not much chance of
anyone showing up, even security would buzz at the gate."

   I led her back into her quarters, unhooking the chain from
around her neck.  Just for fun, I pulled her shorts down to her
knees and kissed her on the bottom, enjoying the sight of her
standing half clothed.  She looked around and smiled at me,
posing, and unbuttoned her blouse. She knew what I wanted to see,
and slowly stripped out of her clothes, finally sinking to her
knees in front of me, and taking my cock out of my shorts,
putting it into her mouth as she smiled up at me.  I was amazed
at her, forgetting for a moment that she wasn't really a little
girl, but a trained sex performer. 

   "Let's go back to bed, you want to clean up first?"

   She popped my cock out of her mouth with a final lick and
kissed the very tip before responding with her usual "yes sir",
leaving me with a kind of half bow before she retreated into her
bathroom to wash.  I used my own bathroom, thinking about taking
a bath with the girl later in the big tub, and returned to find
her standing next to the bed, in her usual posture; naked, legs
spread just enough to reveal her freshly-cleaned pussy lips
tucking under her legs to meet her bottom cheeks.  The invitation
was irresistible, and I walked over and fell to my knees, sucking
her entire pussy into my mouth with a slurp, and running my
tongue through the compressed lips all the way back to the
beginning of her little asshole.  She had indeed washed and
rinsed herself well, and the only taste on my tongue was the
slight sensation of girl flesh.

   I lingered for awhile, grabbing her bottom cheeks in my hands
while I worked between her legs, tickling her clit with the tip
of my tongue, licking and sucking the soft plump lips and finally
forcing her legs apart and sticking my tongue as far up her
vagina as I could, tasting nothing but clean flesh.  The girl
attended to every detail, and I thought to myself that exploring
her ass would be just as tasty.  But I had other plans.

   I left off with a final kiss, and looked up to her face.  Her
eyes were shut and her lips moist, her hands clenched a little at
her sides.  When she realized I was no longer kissing her
privates, she looked down at me, again holding my eyes in hers,
the soft smile taking over her face again, framed by her hair
falling down.  It was such a vision that I stayed that way for a
moment, gazing up at her and trying to find any detail of her
body or face that wasn't perfect, failing.

   Finally I stood up and quickly tossed her on the bed, face
down, which made her giggle.  I was rock hard, and needed no
foreplay to make myself ready, quickly massaging some hand cream
onto my cock and straddling her hips, exploring between her legs,
seeking her pussy hole from behind.  She parted her legs just
enough and pushed her bottom up fetchingly as I found the secret
spot and groaned as my cock head buried itself between her lips.
I entered her pussy slowly with my eyes closed, savoring every
bit of the sensation as her tight, moist flesh was parted by my
cock.  When I buried myself up to the hilt I adjusted my hands to
cup her tiny breast buds and began to rock back and forth, very
slowly, drawing my cock out to the entrance and pushing it all
the way back in until her bottom was smashed up against my pubic
hair.

   I reached up and pushed her thick hair away from her face, and
bent down to kiss her cheek. Her eyes were closed and her mouth
open, panting softly as I picked up the pace.  I reached one hand
underneath her, easily reaching the front of her pussy around her
tiny waist, and pushed a finger inside to massage her clit,
pumping my cock harder and harder until she started to ask
permission again.  I quieted her by sticking a finger in her
mouth as I gripped her waist with my other hand and pulled her up
to me as I pumped, her cheeks making a slapping sound against me
as I bottomed out each time.  She sucked on my finger as if it
was a little cock until I felt her body tense and her pussy
tighten.  I plunged in one more time, lifting her bottom up to
me, and her pussy gripped my cock inside as she spasmed and
squealed while her orgasm hit her.

   I enjoyed her pleasure for a few moments, moving my cock when
the pressure let up, only to be gripped again as another wave
passed through her.  But now I was anxious for release, and
wanted every bit of her body.  I reached over her head and
grabbed the hand cream, pulling out my cock and lubing it up
good.  I pulled her up to her knees, quivering a bit, and moved
behind her to place the tip of my cock at her ass.  She
understood my intentions and laid her chest down on the bed,
forcing her ass up in the air.  I gave her no mercy this time,
and worked it inside the tight hole as quickly as I could, but
she had skillful control, and relaxed her bottom to admit me. I
cried out as the head and then the shaft entered, pulling her to
me until her butt cheeks were flattened against my pelvis.  If I
thought her pussy was tight, it was nothing compared to this. I
wondered if the circulation in my cock would be cut off.

   I didn't think I could stand it for long, but I wanted it to
be intense, so I began stroking as vigorously as her bottom would
allow, reaching down to wrap her hair into a pony tail, using it
as a handle to pull her against me, her head and body raising up
as I applied pressure.  It was probably no more than ten strokes
before I began to spurt, filling her bottom with long shots of
cum, feeling it squirting out around my cock.  When I was done I
could no longer stay on my knees, and pushed her down on the bed,
laying across her with my cock still stuck in her butt, throbbing
as I caught my breath.  I shifted over a bit to avoid crushing
her, and we lay like that until I softened and shrunk out of her.
 I remember her cleaning us with a moist towel before I fell
asleep.


Chapter 8

   The two weeks flew by, days and nights of loving the girl in
every way possible.  Typically I would sleep in the chamber with
her, but I did spend a couple nights in town, staying in a hotel
suite while I attended to some necessary, boring legal business.
When I went home again I practically raped the poor girl when I
walked in the door, not that she appeared to mind.

  The last scheduled night finally arrived, and I slept with the
girl, spending a long time hugging and kissing her, just holding
her close while I rubbed her back and bottom.  As always, she
cradled my cock and balls in her hands, keeping me partially
erect.

   Just to hold a girl like this was more desirable to me than
the wildest sex.  In prostitution terms it was what you called a
"GFE", short for "girlfriend experience", the fiction that the
escort really liked to be with you, to get romantic.  With Twenty
Five it felt more than real.  Part of her reaction was her
training, to be sure.  But her training was so complete it was
part of her personality.  It was never forced.

   It was more than pretense though, that was clear.  She
couldn't have been so well trained that her entire body would
react on command.  She really liked being cuddled and kissed and
being told what a lovely girl she was.

   As for me, I no longer denied the truth, I was in love with
the girl.  I already knew what I was going to ask the Network
representative the next morning.  But before I made that
commitment, I wanted to break through Twenty Five's training.  It
was necessary for me to hear from her that she was comfortable
with me, that she wanted to stay.

   I woke up to the feel of a cool cloth being rubbed over my
legs.  She was already awake, had been up for awhile by the look
of her.  It was apparent she had already showered and tended to
herself, and now she was cleaning me.  I laced my hands behind my
head and lay back to enjoy as she worked, and she turned to smile
at me, noticing I was awake.

   "Good morning, Twenty Five.  Did you sleep well?"

   "Yes sir."

   "They're coming for you later this morning you know."

   "Yes sir, I have my things ready."

   "Let me up, I'll use the bathroom and meet you back here.  Did
you eat this morning?"

   "Yes sir."

   I left her sitting on the bed, kissing her as I left.  Her
eyes followed mine as I walked away, with the same small smile on
her face.  Looking back at her, I almost ran into the wall.  I
couldn't take my eyes off her, I wanted to be with her so much. 
I quickly grabbed a bite from the fridge and hit the bathroom,
and when I came out she had made the bed with fresh sheets and
was standing next to it the same way as I first met her at
Charlie's house, ready and smiling, legs parted.

   I felt as lustful now as I did then, and I pushed her back on
the bed firmly, hugging her to me and kissing her as she played
with my penis.  I reached between her legs to fondle her bare
pussy lips and let a finger slip down between them, already
moist.  I wasted no time, rolling her over and lifting her legs,
sliding into her, looking down at her face.  I hunched over and
kissed her as I pumped in and out, and she moved her body in
time.  I kept the pace slow and intense, and was rewarded by her
asking permission to come well before I was ready, an ingrained
habit she maintained despite my request.  I held on through her
spasms and then let myself go, thrusting into her with quick
strokes until I squirted inside.

   I stayed inside for awhile until I went soft, letting the girl
use a cloth to stem the flow as I pulled off, rolling over on my
back as she cleaned us both off.  When she was done she came back
to me, her head lying on my shoulder, one of her hands gently
rubbing over my limp cock. I rolled over on my side to face her.

   "Twenty Five, I like you very much, do you know what I mean?"

   Some of the smile faced from her face, and a sense of
confusion was apparent in her eyes. Her lips started to move, but
she didn't say anything.

   "You don't know, do you?  What I mean is, I like you more than
just the sex, more than for what you do.  I like you as a person,
for who you are, do you understand that at all?"

   Whether she did or not, it was clear she wasn't ready to give
any answer.  For the first time she didn't look at me, and her
hand stopped rubbing my cock.  I couldn't tell whether she was
just confused or embarrassed, or whether I had broken some rule
or taboo.  I reached up to cup her chin and lifted her face back
up, forcing her to look at me.

   "What I'm saying is that if I can arrange it, I'd like you to
stay here with me, for good.  I'd like you to live here with me.
What do you think about that, would you like that?"

   "Yes sir," she said, but it came too quickly, and her eyes
were darting around.

   "No, Twenty Five, I don't want you to say yes to me unless
it's what you want.  Listen to me."

   I spoke sternly to her, holding her chin, shaking her a
little.

   "Tell me what you want.  When they come for you, do you wish
to stay or to go?"

   But she didn't answer, dropping her eyes.  I was disappointed
in her lack of reaction, and I realized I couldn't demand this of
her, it went against her training too much.  I resigned myself to
losing her for now, and cheered myself up by thinking maybe in
time she would come around. So I kissed her and patted her on the
bottom, getting up off the bed and putting on my robe.

   "We better get ready, they'll be here soon.  I'll try to
schedule you again later, maybe we can talk again then.  I'm
sorry Twenty Five, I really am.  You're a beautiful girl, and
I'll miss you."

   I turned to walk away, leaving her lying on the bed, her eyes
cast down.  I reached the first security door and was punching in
the combination when I heard her speak. 

   "Sir?"

   I turned around quickly, finding her standing up in front of
the bed, one arm reaching out, tears in her eyes, lips trembling.
 I walked over quickly to her and took her in my arms, holding
her to me and soothing her as she cried a little against my
chest. 

   "That's alright Twenty Five, you don't need to say anything, I
understand."  She looked up at me and I wiped her tears with a
corner of my robe, and she smiled again, looking in my eyes.
"I'll talk with them, we'll see what they have to say.  Do you
know if this is allowed?"

   She shook her head no, and I could see by her eyes that she
didn't know whether it was allowed or not.

   "Alright then, we'll see.  You better get ready anyway, in
case . . . you know."

   She shook her head up and down.  She wasn't talking, but these
shakes of her head were the first time she had expressed herself
in a normal conversational way, and I was thrilled at her
response.  At that time I didn't even think of what I was doing,
the complications involved.  It didn't matter at all, I was a
fool in love, you know how that is.  Imagine yourself with a girl
like Twenty Five, beautiful, young as the dawn, naked in your
arms, love in her eyes.  I would have died for her.

   I finally let her go with a pat on the behind, and told her I
hoped I would see her soon.  I went upstairs and dressed, waiting
for the Network to arrive, watching the drive for their van. 
They were punctual, and I ran downstairs to catch them before
they started to bundle the girl up for the trip.  When I ran out
a side door the van had pulled into the garage and I walked up
just as two women were getting out of the front of the van, one
of them Miss Grey.  Obviously she was in charge, nicely dressed
as usual, carrying a couple of binders.

   "Excuse me, I was wondering if I could have a word with you
first."

   "Is there something wrong?" she asked.

   "No, nothing at all, but I'd like to ask you something."

   She turned to her associate and nodded her head, and walked
over to me.  I led her back into the garden, and we spoke as we
walked. 

   "I like this girl very much."

   "I'm glad, do you want to keep her longer?  I'm sure that
won't be a problem."

   I thought about what to say, but just shrugged and laid it
out.

   "Well, I was wondering if it was possible to keep her."

   "I'll have to check, but I think she's not scheduled with
anyone."

   "That's not what I meant.  I mean I'd like to keep her,
permanently."

   The woman stopped and turned to face me.  "Do you know what
you're saying?  That will be very difficult."

   "Expensive?" I asked.

   She smiled back, "no, not that you'd notice.  I suppose they
might sell her to you if you like, she's not profitable anyway. 
She's just not very popular you know.  What I meant is that it
will be difficult for you.  Do you know what you're getting into?
 She's your first girl after all, maybe you'll feel different
after a few more."

   "Yes . . . I mean, I've thought about it, some."

   "You'll have to keep her secure for years, and what will you
do as she ages?  Have you thought about that?"

   "What do you do when girls age?  What happens to them?"

   "You know I can't discuss such things," she replied.

   "Are they killed?"

   "No!" she shot back, and then dropped her eyes.  "Sometime it
happens, sometimes a client gets out of control.  I don't pretend
to be moral, but we're not murderers.  Are you?"

   "No."  I paused, looking her over, hesitating to speak.  "You
were a girl, weren't you?  And now you work for the Network. 
That's why all the people I've met are women.  Am I wrong Miss
Grey, were you a number before you were a color?"

   The women smiled at me, but gave no answer.  I was sure I was
right, there was something about her, the training showed
through.

   "Okay," I said, "I know, we can't discuss that.  But I have
something similar in mind for Twenty Five, she can work for me
eventually, see to my estates, handle the details.  I'll train
her, that's plausible isn't it?"

   "Yes, I suppose," she replied.  So far as I know it hasn't
been done before.  I'll have to clear it with my superiors. 
You'll have to make a commitment to our security you know?"

   "I understand."

   "If she grows up and threatens our system . . . "

   "Yes, I know.  It won't be easy, keeping her trained while
letting her mature.  But I'm looking forward to that, you
understand?"

   The women smiled and cut to the heart of the matter.  "Love
tends to fade as girls age.  I've seen men have crushes on girls
before.  It didn't last once they grew hair and breasts."

   "I think this is different.  It's not her body I love, it's
her mind, her personality.  She feels the same way, or is
beginning to."

   Miss Grey looked surprised.  "How do you know?"

   "She told me."

   "Twenty Five told you?"

   "Yes, she did.  I gave her a choice, and it wasn't easy, but
she asked to stay with me."

   "Are you sure?" she asked.  "Are you certain she didn't
respond just to please you?"

   "I'm sure, talk to her yourself.  She won't give any speeches,
but she'll shake her head at least. Ask her if she wants to stay
with me.  If she doesn't say yes, then you're correct, and you
can take her back."

   "I will.  I've got to get going, let me get the new girl
installed and I'll meet you upstairs after I make a call."

    I left the woman with her two associates, a third woman
coming out of the rear of the van with the small blonde girl I
ordered.  I saw the little girl look over at me beneath the
garage door as it closed.  Twenty Five never would have looked
around like that I knew.  I was excited by the prospect of the
new girl, and sharing her with Twenty Five.  I was planning on
putting Twenty Five in charge of the girl, correcting her when
she didn't perform, looking after her.

   I waited upstairs for an hour before I heard a ring at the
front door.  Miss Grey stepped in as I closed the door, and she
smiled, putting her hand on my arm.  She had good news for me.

   "It's been approved," she said.  "I think they were glad to be
rid of her, to tell you the truth."

   "Then we're both satisfied, I'm glad to have her."

   "I'm glad too.  I was worried about her.  She might have been
sold to another sort of client I'm afraid."

   "I understand, I wouldn't want that to happen to her."

   She looked away.  It was clear to me that she had an emotional
attachment to the girl. 

   "You spoke to her?" I asked.

   "Yes, as you said, she couldn't bring herself to speak about
it, but she made it clear she wants to stay.  It's the first time
. . . "

   "She's acted in her own interest?" I finished.

   "Something like that."  She cleared her throat and shook her
hair back, getting back to business.  "Do you want to know the
charge?"

   "No, I don't care."

   "Let's walk, we have a few things to discuss."  We ambled down
the steps and walked across the drive into the garden as she
spoke.  "We'll take her if she needs medical attention, a
dentist, that kind of thing, but we'll need to get you papers for
her so you can take her out into the public.  What do you want
her to be?"

   "I've thought about that," I said.  "Make me her guardian. 
Her mother died, make her a drug addict, something like that.  No
other known relatives.  She's retarded and appointed to my care,
that's why she's not in school, why she can't read or write.  Can
you handle that?"

   "Sure, that's as good as any other cover story I can think of.
 Who do you have to sell it to?"

   "No one who'll care; the cleaning service, the gardener, some
infrequent acquaintances, my attorney.  It's manageable."

   "It better be," she said.  The threat was obvious.  We had
reached a circle in the garden planted with roses, and we sat
down on a bench, Miss Grey's legs folded underneath her as she
sat next to me, one arm propped up on the back of the bench as
she faced me.

   "I'll need a passport for her," I said. "I spend time in
France you know."

   "That's not a problem.  You should get another place though,
your villa isn't remote enough for our service in Europe, the
modifications wouldn't be possible."

   "I'll consider it."

   "In the meantime, do you want to schedule some more girls?"

   "Yes, show me what's available."

   She pulled the book out of her bag, and as we looked through
the pages I selected several more girls, all trained.

   "You should try an untrained girl," she suggested.

   "Who would you suggest?"

   "I'll pick one for you, say in six or seven weeks?  I'll call
and let you know when.  How old?"

   "Eight or nine, old enough to know what's she's doing, to have
some personality."

   "You understand you'll have to convince her to perform?" she
said.  "Forcefully perhaps."

   "I rather thought of assigning Twenty Five that task.  What do
you think about that?"

   She smiled.  "Twenty Five will do whatever you say.  She'd
walk off a cliff for you.  She'll do fine, I'm sure."

   "Then it's settled for now, and thank you, thank you very
much."  I rose to lead her back to the house, but she reached out
and held my arm.

   "You'll take good care of her won't you?"

   I caught something in her voice and I almost asked, but
thought better of it.  "The best care, I assure you."

   "There's one more thing," she said.  "Something you have to
agree to."

   "Shoot."  I sat back down, waiting for her to explain.

   "There will come a time when sex with her will produce a
child.  You haven't had a vasectomy."

   "Does the Network know if my tonsils are still intact too?", I
laughed.  "No, I'm not considering a vasectomy, the whole idea
turns me off.  But couldn't we have the girl fixed? Children
aren't quite in my plans."

   "No", she said, "Twenty Five will not be fixed, that's part of
the deal."  I looked at her with a question in my eyes, but she
gave me no chance to speak.  "When she's pregnant she will be
examined.  A boy fetus will be aborted.  A girl child belongs to
the Network."

   "To be trained?"

   "A girl child is too valuable to be given up.  It will quite
impossible for you to have such a daughter anyway, you
understand?"

   I didn't need any more explanation.  I almost chuckled as I
imagined a conversation with her school mates -  "what does your
mommy do?"  "My mom?  Oh, she's a slave, she has a number for a
name."  PTA meetings would be right out.  I thought about it some
more, and unbidden an image come to mind; Twenty Five, age
thirteen, naked and sitting in my lap impaled on my cock, her
pregnant belly pressed to mine while I sucked drops of milk from
her little swollen titties.

   "It's a deal," I said.

   "Then there's nothing more to be said."  She hesitated as she
gathered her things together and we started to walk back to the
house.  "I suppose you've considered what will happen between you
as she ages, twenty, thirty years from now.  You can't leave her
on her own you know, never."

   I thought about our life together as she aged, but somehow I
felt it would work out.  There was something about Twenty Five's
nature that would pass that test of time.  Obviously our
relationship would change, but I thought I would probably being
having sex with her until I shuffled off the mortal coil. 
Children were a recent fixation, and I was formerly comfortable
having sex with all ages of women.  Once I bedded a sixty five
year-old woman I met in France, and it was a glorious night I
recalled often.  The truth was that I liked all women in some
way, even large fat women were desirable to me.  Maybe Twenty
Five would grow a good set of hooters in her time, I had to have
breasts around me in some fashion.  I already longed to have my
cock smashed between boobs, my cum spurting out between them, a
sensation I often enjoyed with well-endowed escorts around the
world. 

   We reached the door and I shook Miss Grey's hand.  "No, I
never will leave her.  I don't think I would ever want to. 
Funny, I've never been devoted to anyone, but it just feels
right, you know?"

   I don't think Miss Grey really did, but I didn't fail to
notice the moisture in her eyes as she turned away.


Chapter 9

   In the end things worked out very well.  Twenty Five acted as
my pimp and lover as she grew older, and I bedded every girl in
the Network book.  She was particularly good with "untrained"
girls.  I'll never forget her working over the back of an
untrained girl with a belt to punish the girl for failing to
swallow my cum.  She wasn't really hurting the girl that much,
and she had a twinkle in her eyes as she watched me stroke my
cock while she strapped the girl convulsing on the floor, knowing
how erotic and nasty the scene was.

   I taught her to use a computer and from that she learned how
to read.  We discussed the books and movies she watched, but she
never developed a sense of morality or caring about what she was
reading or seeing.  She would watch a dramatic movie and
understand the message and the characters, but it never moved
her.  She was more comfortable with Bugs Bunny than Hitchcock,
with romantic novels than Dickens.  Her training was too
ingrained for her to be my Eliza Doolittle.  They say that
foreign language is best learned when very young, that the mind
changes later and the facility for automatically picking up
languages is lost.  Evidentially the same was true with Twenty
Five.  By training her exclusively to pleasure a man from the
time she could walk, she was left in a state that resembled a
sort of autism; she could suck a cock to perfection, but she
couldn't understand tragedy, or love for that matter, which is
the root of tragedy.

   Not that it mattered to me, after I resigned myself to her
condition.  To all outward appearances she acted as if she was
madly in love, all the time, every day.  The fact that I knew she
could feel the same way about any man she might be sold to, even
years later, did not diminish my pleasure in her company.  She
was happy, in her way, or at least comfortable. Perhaps she
understood Miss Grey's fears about her fate, an unpopular girl
perhaps best sold to someone who would use her up in viscous
ways.  I had no illusion about the Network; profit was their
primary motive.  Twenty Five must have had some experience with
such men, though she never would tell me.

   She showed her first peach fuzz at age Eleven, after I
instructed her not to pluck herself for a few weeks to see what
would happen.  She carefully kept herself shaved after that, but
the changes in her body were unmistakable.  Her tummy flattened
out a bit, but she would always have a little pot, and her bottom
grew a little larger and fuller.  Her tiny breast buds grew out
into little cones, that I delighted to suck on while she sat in
my lap, lifting herself up and down on my cock with her legs
wrapped around my back.  I had some reason to expect full breasts
before long.

   Her periods began the next year, and six months after that
they stopped, her flattening tummy replaced by a tell-tale pouch,
her nipples bulging and darkening.  The Network took her away for
a few days, and returned her to me with the tummy intact, a girl
child growing within her. By this time she was living upstairs
with me, in her own room in a wing of the house far from mine, or
at least for the purpose of the cleaning company's attention; she
always slept in her own bed the night before their visit.  Her
pregnancy was explained to them in the context of her being an
unruly waif that was related to me somehow.  The child was to be
given up for adoption, I explained, not that the cleaning woman
appeared to give a damn, having several daughters of her own and
premature pregnancies being a standard part of life in her
community, and family for that matter. 

   I had ample opportunity to fulfill my fantasies, enjoying sex
with the little girl far into her pregnancy, sucking her red
nipples and rubbing my cock over her distended belly.  The
Network took her away in the seventh month, and I was without her
for several months while she recovered from the birth, the
Network keeping her for the purpose of providing the baby with
its mother's milk.  When she returned she was in excellent shape,
and aside from her newly erect nipples replacing her familiar
puffy cones, it was difficult to tell she had ever given birth. 
She never showed any sign of sadness or regret at giving up her
child, and seemed mostly to be relieved of the physical
discomfort of carrying it around. 

   By age fourteen she had started another child, and things went
bad.  I found her in her bathroom in a pool of blood, and the
Network was at the house before I could finish my frantic call,
more evidence of their constant monitoring.  Twenty Five was gone
for several months, and when she was returned it was explained to
me that her child rearing was over, her uterus faulty and
removed.  I can't say I regretted that too much, as I wondered
how many babies I was suppose to produce over Twenty Five's life.
 Nothing of this touched her at all, and she was her usual self,
though I could force a few small drops of milk from her breasts
for years to come.

   By age fifteen she was old enough to be presentable in public,
almost as tall as me, and a fancy occurred to me; it would be
easier to be with her in public if she was my young wife rather
than my ward, or my daughter or niece, or whatever role suited to
the restaurants and other public places we would visit together.
The Networked modified her paperwork accordingly, and with
Charlie as my best man, I married her at the Bellagio in Vegas,
where champagne flowed like water, mostly through Charlie.  The
Network sent Miss Grey of course, who gave the bride away, as a
mother should in such circumstances.  Oh, you figured that out
already, did you? Twenty Five had to pick a name, and I made her
do it on her own, but it came quickly, without any thought or
care on her part; "Rose", of course, for her favorite flower.

   Now our life consists of finding pleasure at home or
traveling, and I remain a constant customer of the Network.  I
don't know what will happen as she and I grow older together, but
it doesn't concern me.  For now all I look forward to is next
week, when my cock will be stuck in a six year-old girl's pussy
while she's bent over to lick Twenty Five between the legs, and
looking up into my wife's face to find her eyes locked on mine, a
half smile on her face.


Afterword

   OK, that's it, my last child sex story.  I wrote this a long
time ago, while working on "The Bargain" as an alternate "safe"
fantasy idea, and I finally decided to finish it up and get it
out there, as judging by my email, some people apparently enjoy a
romantic story with a young girl. Of course, this may not fit the
definition of "romantic", but close enough.  The usual caveats
apply - do I advocate non-consensual sex with children?  Fuck no,
anyone does that to any of the girls in my family and they're a
dead dog, I'll rip their spine out.  This is just for fantasy.


This story carries the codes: (Mg nc cons rom)

The code, "Mg", means that an adult man has sex with an underage
female, and "cons" means that the sex is consensual (sort of,
"nc" means nonconsenual, so I used both codes).  "Rom" stands for
romantic.

For other codes, and how they can help you find the stories you
want, see: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/code/scfr.htm.

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