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KING JAKOB (Part 2)

   By KATZMAREK

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   This work is fiction.  It remains the property of the author and may not
be used for profit without the author's express permission in writing.  It
contains sex, so if this offends etc...

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   Part 2

   Jakob had asked Katalin Westermann officially to marry him.  The
Governor had invited him to afternoon tea one Sunday.  It was among the
roses in the formal garden behind the mansion that he'd popped the
question. Katalin was looking radiant in her long white dress and blue
bonnet and she'd had her hair specially done.  Jakob wore his morning suit
and cravat.  The Westermanns in their finery hovered by the summer house
beaming with anticipation.

   Katalin smiled with a mixture of embarrassment and joy.  The Governor
was also smiling, well lubricated with his favourite Cognac.  Afterwards a
lavish tea appeared with cigars and liquers to follow.  'This is how high
settler society does things,' Jakob thought, 'appearances count more than
substance.'

   The girl was like a child on her birthday, Jakob observed.  She bounced
around the garden holding up her diamond engagement ring like a talisman.
Jakob had hardly talked to his new fiancee let alone embrace her.  He
observed her, kindling a desire for her delicate prettiness, but had to be
content with waiting, at least for the present.

   Meanwhile, Asmira, his housemaid and bed companion, was growing rounder
in the belly.  She was to be seen less in public, confining herself to the
garden of Jakob's house.  She was tired in the evenings and not as diligent
in her duties at night as she had been.  It was at this point that Yu, his
'senior boy' chose to introduce his master to Sally.

   Perhaps to enhance his own status, Yu brought a young Chinese girl to
see Jakob.  He explained that the girl, Sally, wished to leave her former
employer and work for the Count.  Jakob asked him what she could do,
already growing suspicious, and Yu had replied that she would perform
'special services.' Asmira was spending less and less time in his bed so
Jakob was immediately interested.  The girl, though, seemed barely older
than his fiancee.

   "How old are you?" he asked her.

   "Sally only speaks Cantonese," replied Yu, "I will explain to her."

   The girl did look at a loss, staring at one speaker to the other without
much sign of understanding.

   "She eighteen," Yu answered, "very good girl," he added with a wink.

   Jakob believed Yu was at least as crafty as himself.  Perhaps that's why
they seem to work well together.  Jakob doubted Yu's honesty, doubted that
much of what he said about Sally was true.  But Yu also knew his master.

   "Price?" Jakob asked.

   "Two fifty mark."

   "Your commission?"

   Yu grinned broadly, "your happiness, excellency."

   "Pig shit Yu!" Jakob grinned back.

   "You like?" Yu asked.

   "Hundred down," he told him, "and a further one fifty if she works out."

   Yu bowed extravagantly and Jakob told him to get off the floor.  The man
talked rapidly to the girl and ushered her out.  She continued to look
confused, Jakob hoped she knew what was going on.

   'A little diversion, perhaps!' Jakob told himself.

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   Jakob left the arrangements for his wedding to the Westermanns.  The
Governor was spending more and more time at Jakob's house.  Frau Westermann
and their daughter were driving him crazy and he needed an escape.  He told
Jakob he was looking forward to the wedding, complained it was still six
month's away, and suggested they move it forward.

   "Sometimes I pity you," the Governor told him, "she'll talk your ear off
with prattle.  But if you change your mind I'll kill you with my bare
hands, Count or not!" he grinned.

   "The dowry?" Jakob teased.

   "Oh please, don't you start!" he said, raising his eyes to the ceiling.
Jakob, however, was pondering the commercial possibilities of the match. 
"Your problem?" Westermann asked, "you will be discrete?  If you upset my
daughter and she comes to me complaining you're dishonouring her, I warn
you, Count, I will have the colony's auditor go over your book-keeping."
The Governor's tone was suddenly serious.

   "I'll be careful," Jakob replied.

   "That's all I ask," he said, leaning back satisfied.  "And I presume
your discretion will also extend to your little Chinese girl?"

   "You know about her?" Jakob asked, surprised.

   "I know everything that happens in Samoa.  It is in my interest to know
and it's certainly in my interest to know what my son-in-law is up to.  You
have slept with the girl?"

   "No," replied Jakob.

   "But you will?" Jakob gave a non-committal shrug of the shoulders.  "She
is younger than my daughter, that one," Westermann told him, "her family
work on Marschal's estate on Savai'i.  Your man Yu is humping the older
sister."

   "Is he now?" Jakob reacted in surprise.

   "Yes, he's making quite a name for himself, your Chinaman.  Y'know, the
Chinese are very impressed by titles.  And the head of household of a Count
carries a great deal of status.  Your man is a sort of 'arranger of
things,' I think would be a good description."

   "The damned you say!  And I bet he charges a fee!"

   The German flicked a fly away from his face.  He was looking ruddy
around the cheeks, sure sign he was well into the Cognac.

   "He is becoming the richest Chinaman in the islands," Westermann told
him.

   "Just how young is Sally?" Jakob asked him.

   "Sally is it?  Her real name's Qing Li Hwan and she's no older than 15,"
Westermann replied, conspirationally.

   "Damn that man!" Jakob exclaimed, "Yu told me she was eighteen!"

   "So what?" the German replied, "have some fun.  You can't send her back,
it would be a stain on the family.  They would think she disgraced them in
front of their community.  Just don't hump her in front of Katalin, or I
swear..."

   "No, no..."

   "Good!  Another bottle?  I think this one's done it's duty."

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   Jakob's conscience was bothering him.  Knowing now how old the Chinese
girl was, he had a sudden attack of scruples.  Despite that, Yu was urging
him to complete the deal, no doubt concerned about the remaining 150 marks
for her.  Jakob considered giving the man 150 anyway, but was concerned he
would lose Yu's respect.  Their relationship depended on them keeping their
bargains and arrangements.

   Ethically, he could tell Yu he'd only pay him once the girl had achieved
a suitable age to be a 'proper' mistress.  But the truth was, despite his
occasional pangs of conscience, it was dawning on Jakob that he could do
pretty much whatever he wanted providing he observed certain 'rules.' These
rules were that 'appearances' must be maintained.

   And Sally, or Qing, was pretty and appealing.  She was becoming more so
too now that Asmira was less available and Katalin not yet his.  He was
becoming used to a regular diet of sex.  But how would she respond to his
requests?  The solution came from an unexpected quarter.

   On one of the occasions Asmira had consented to share his bed, she asked
him when he was going to take his new mistress.  Apparently there had been
some speculation among the staff.

   "She is only 15," Jakob told her.

   "Ah!" said Asmira, "so you think she not know much?"

   Jakob shrugged.

   "So she must be taught!" Asmira explained, "otherwise, you pay for
nothing!"

   Clearly, the thought outraged Asmira's sense of fairness.  She believed
her master was being cheated and, somehow, that reflected badly on all the
staff.  They were proud to work for a smart, successful, titled
businessman. The staff would lose face if it became known Jakob had been
conned, even in a small way.

   "Ok, ok.  Perhaps you can instruct her," Jakob said.

   "I will try, sir," she replied, nodding slightly.

   She agreed to attend to him tomorrow night, when he will call Sally into
his bedroom.

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   Yu had been delighted to pass on the instructions to Sally.  He was no
doubt still thinking of his commission.  Jakob buzzed with expectation. 
Although he'd played with Asmira's, now even larger, breasts only the night
before, this was a new adventure.

   That night, Asmira set the lamps in the bedroom and lowered the reed
curtains.  In the pale glow, Asmira got undressed as Jakob watched from the
bed.  Her brown skin glistened with Jasmin oil which she rubbed into
herself daily.  Her form was now swollen, with her rounded tummy and large
breasts crowned with dark protruding nipples.  Jakob thought she never
looked more beautiful as she waddled around the bed and sat up next to him.
He drew her face around and kissed her softly and lingeringly on the lips.

   Her eyes twinkled with excitement, her face soft.  As he left her lips
they remained pouted.  The mearest flicker of a contented smile lit up her
dark features.  Jakob kissed her again, harder and longer, and she
responded with enthusiasm.

   "Maybe the girl not come?" she suggested, breathing heavily.

   "You're not tired tonight?" Jakob asked.  Her lips flattened into a
smile.

   Jakob explored her softly with his fingertips.  His hand wandered from
her stiff, distended nipples and over the swell of her belly, delighting in
her oily, smooth flesh.  The girl was late and practically forgotten as he
stroked her willing sex and Asmira slowly pulled on his hard cock.  For 8
months he'd been fucking this woman, but tonight it felt like they were
finally making love.  As their mouths mashed together, they became aware of
a soft tapping.  Reluctantly they moved apart, irritated by the
interuption.

   "Master?" Yu called through the door, "she here!"

   "Send her in then," replied Jakob while Asmira pulled a sheet over their
nakedness.

   Slowly the door opened to reveal the Chinese girl with Yu standing
behind, urging her inside.  He was talking quietly to her in Chinese.

   "You needn't stay, Yu," he told his servant.  Yu nodded and backed out,
his face expressionless.  The girl hovered by the door looking around her
in fear and curiosity.  "Come," beckoned Jakob, and she shuffled in the
direction of the bed.

   She was dressed in a plain cotton shirt and loose trousers.  On her feet
she wore sandals, her black hair was tied in two braids that hung down to
her waist.  She looked at the floor, the oil lamps made her skin look pale,
almost white.  She looked young, very young, Jakob thought.  He reached out
and cupped her chin, brought her face up to the light.

   "A very pretty face," he told her.  Her face screwed up slightly, she
did not understand.  "So?" he asked Asmira, "what is your first lesson?"

   "Get your clothes off girl," Asmira told her, "come, like this," she
demonstrated by pulling down the sheet to show she was naked.  She nodded
at the girl and motioned for her to get into the same state.

   Sally, however, stayed motionless, she looked terrified.

   "You stupid girl, come here!" Asmira demanded waving her to come to her
side of the bed.  Obediantly, the girl padded around the big bed.  She was
wary of Asmira.

   "Be gentle with her," Jakob insisted, "she doesn't understand."

   "Of course she does," Asmira replied irritated, "she's just pretending."


   Asmira pulled roughly at the buttons of the girl's shirt until she began
to undo them on her own.  Asmira pulled the garment from her shoulders and
tossed it aside.  She was naked underneath.  Jakob looked over at her pale
skinny body.  She was almost fleshless, boney with a flat chest.  There was
only the hint of swell to her breasts, just a pair of brown nipples.  To
the girl, Asmira must look like an alien.

   "She's a boy!" Asmira said in disgust.

   "That's unkind," Jakob told her, "give her a few years..."

   "C'mon, girl, take down your pants," ordered Asmira.  Sally hesitated,
although now realising what was expected of her.  Her hands immediately
moved to the cord of her trousers and held them in place.  Impatiently,
Asmira grabbed her hands and pulled them down to the girl's sides.  She
then roughly pulled the cord and allowed Sally's trousers to slide down to
her feet.  The Chinese girl was naked underneath.  Flushing with
embarrassment her hands flew to her sparse thatch of black hair.

   Her 'teacher' then directed her to go around to the other side of the
bed.  Jakob moved across to accomodate her.  He watched her bottom as she
shuffled, a prefectly formed, round, and very sexy little tail.

   Cajoling, Asmira directed her to sit on the bed next to Jakob.  Her eyes
stared at her hands, still firmly clutched to her pussy.

   "This is your master's body," she told the girl, slowly pulling the
cover down.  The girl, though, continued to stare at her hands.  "Look!"
Asmira insisted, and reached across to pull the girl's face towards them.
"Open your eyes!"

   Sally stared at Asmira's glistening, Rubinesque body.  Slowly she
lowered her eyes, running down the length of Jakob outstretched on the bed.
His stiff cock had wilted a little and lay like a salami across his groin.

   "You must touch," Asmira continued, taking her hand, "like this.  Please
your master." She guided Sally's hand over Jakob's chest, "see!"

   Jakob put his arm around the pregnant Indian's shoulder and cupped her
breast.  He brought his other hand to her chin and bent to kiss her
passionately.

   "Yes, kiss," Asmira panted, "I must show her how to kiss." Her voice was
soft and quiet.  Jakob was unsure who she was really talking to.  He
resumed kissing her.

   Jakob felt a hand caress his cock.  Still fiercely kissing Asmira he was
unable to tell whose hand it was.  He shuffled in the bed, his back touched
Sally's warm body.  He felt her little teats rubbing him, it added to his
excitement.  Asmira was on her back, Jakob rolled half on top of her, his
hands busy with her breasts and pussy.  For the moment, Sally was
forgotten.

   "Wait!" gasped Asmira pushing him lightly in the chest, "I must instruct
her."

   "What?  How?" Jakob asked.

   "This," she explained and guided Jakob onto his back.  Taking his cock,
she stroked it for a little while before bending down to it.  She popped it
quickly in her mouth and sucked loudly to Jakob's exquisite pleasure. 
Holding his cock, Asmira pointed it towards Sally.

   "Your turn," she told the girl, pulling her head down, "your tongue,
like this," she demonstrated, "your mouth, see?  Now you!"

   Jakob closed his eyes and savoured the ministrations of the two women.
He felt the tentative touch of the girl, the firm grip of Asmira, the warm
moistness of a mouth, whose?  He didn't care.  A tongue licked the
underside of the head firmly followed by the light exploratory touch of the
girl, feathery, like the waft of the land breeze.  He reached out with his
hands and touched skin, the smooth expanse of Asmira's and the pert bubble
of the Chinese girl.  The first wriggled, the second clenched in surprise.
As Asmira continued her lesson, Jakob stroked the two derrieres, sought
down their clefts for their sex.

   Asmira's pussy was scorching hot, soft, wet and very ready for his cock.
Sally's inner thighs slammed shut around his fingers and tried to pull
away. Jakob was achingly hard and ready to burst.  He sat up and got to his
knees behind behind the Indian.

   "Now!" he croaked, and pushed into her, grabbing her thighs and pulling
her back.

   "Oohh," she gasped in surprise and pleasure.  Sally rolled onto her side
and watched with alarm as Jakob rapidly stroked into Asmira.  Jakob grabbed
and pulled Asmira's tits, smoothed his hands over her rounded belly.  "Ahh,
oh, oo," Asmira continued to moan lustfully and jabbed back with enthusiasm
in time to Jakob's thrusts.

   The slap slapping of the hard fuck resounded around the room accompanied
by the grunting and moaning from the two experienced lovers.  Sally lay
wide-eyed on the bed beside them, bounced up and down with the heaving
mattress.  Asmira's cries rose in volume, she grabbed handfuls of bedcover,
and gasped and moaned her way to a powerful orgasm.  A few strokes later
Jakob burst inside her, holding her arse tight to him, forcing his cock as
deep as he could.  Exhausted, he fell on top of her.  Asmira dislodged him
to the side, but allowed him to spoon her from behind, his hands firmly
grasped around her tummy.

   The girl spoke a few words in Cantonese, softly, concern in her voice.
Jakob looked up and saw Sally brush the hair from Asmira's face.  He felt
Asmira smile at her reassuringly.  She put a hand to the girl's cheek, bent
and kissed her on the forehead.  Sally beamed in pleasure at the small
kindness and buried her head into Asmira chest.  The Indian continued to
softly stroke the back of her head like one would comfort a child.  Jakob
thought to himself Asmira would make an excellent nanny.

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   He woke up sometime in the night.  He wasn't sure how long, if at all,
he'd been asleep.  Asmira was in front of him peacefully snoring.  His arm
was casually draped over her, his dick nestled into the cleft of her
bottom. Behind him he became aware of another body.  It took him a few
minutes to realise that Asmira and he were not alone, had not been alone
all evening.

   Jakob turned his head and saw that Sally had her back to him.  Her legs
were tucked up in front of her, fetal fashion.  He wriggled onto his back
in the close press of the two women.  Asmira's soft bulk on one side, the
boney Chinese girl on the other.

   He was erect, had woken up in that condition.  His mind swam with
memories of his union with Asmira earlier that night, their volcanic
passion while Sally watched in fear, understanding little.  He wanted
relief, but Asmira slept like a log, out cold with exhaustion.  Ordinarily
he'd use his own hand, but tonight he had other options.

   Turning towards Sally, he began to stroke her, first over her back and
then roaming to her front and the little bumps of her breasts.  He squeezed
her nipples between thumb and forefinger.  They responded quickly, becoming
as hard as rivets.

   He pushed a hand between her knees and abdomen, working it carefully
between her thighs to the first prickly hairs of the girl's pussy.  He
couldn't work his hand any lower, her thighs were firmly closed to him.

   Her breathing quickened, Jakob sensed she was awake and called softly.
Eventually she turned her head to him, her eyes open, her expression
questioning.  Jakob kissed her, opened mouthed and fully on her lips.  He
teased her lips apart with his tongue and was rewarded when she recieved
him.  He lingered with his mouth on hers, nibbling and sucking her lips,
and working her mouth firmly with his.  He drew her onto her back, her legs
straightened, the thighs, however, remained shut.

   >From her lips, his mouth travelled via her neck to her chest, where he
sucked each nipple in turn.  His hand stroked her flat tummy, her flank and
underneath her cute bottom.

   He looked into her face.  Her eyes were glassy as if not fully awake. 
Her lips were parted slightly from the kissing, she breathed noisily in
gulps.  He pushed his hand firmly and insistently between her legs. 
Eventually, slowly he made progress.  He continued to caress her until her
thighs relaxed and at last his fingers felt her moist gash.

   Sally's eyes flickered, her breathing quickened still.  Jakob moved in
and kissed her more, she responded, open-mouthed.  A soft moan escaped her
as Jakob stroked with his finger.  Jakob moved his knee, pushing her legs
further apart.  His hard cock pressed into her thigh.  Taking her hand, he
pushed in onto his member.  She curled her hand around it and began to
stroke as Asmira had taught her.

   Sally bent forward, stopped, and looked at him questioningly. 
Uncertainly she moved towards his penis.  Jakob sucked in his breath in
anticipation.  He loved the feeling of a mouth on his cock.  Tentatively,
she flicked her tongue over the head, nibbled the underside, before moving
her mouth over the bulb.  Slowly she pumped her mouth over about a third of
the length, sucking loudly.  Her hand gripped tighter, having studied
Asmira's technique.  Clearly the girl was a fast and intelligent learner.

   Jakob rolled between the girl's thighs and lowered his weight carefully
on top of her.  The top of her head barely made it to his chin.  His cock
lay along her crack, she bent her knees in the air and opened them wider.
Her face, though, was frozen in fear and uncertainty.  Jakob cradled her
head and slowly moved his cock over her pussy.  He listened to her
breathing, rasping, noisy and hot into his chest.  She made a little noise
in her throat, a sort or squeak or sigh.  Jakob grabbed her arse cheeks,
supporting himself with his knees.  He guided her against him until he
attained a kind of rhythm.

   All this time, Sally had co-operated with him, albeit with doubt
clouding her features.  She had at least accepted her position in the
household, if perhaps not exactly enjoying it.  Nevertheless, she was
determined to perform her duties to Jakob's satisfaction.  The alternative
would be to be sent back to her family, with all the shame that would
bring.

   And Jakob felt she was responding with a little bit of her own pleasure.
As he 'dry humped' her, her breathing continued to rasp in her throat. 
Occasionally he heard a low moan.  She pushed herself up to meet him until
at last he spat onto her tummy.  He cuddled her as her breathing returned
to normal.  After a while, she resumed her sleep position, knees up with
her back to him.

   No, to Jakob, it didn't feel like the exchange of passion that he felt
occurred when he'd had Asmira that evening.  Nevertheless he'd enjoyed the
girls body, immature as it was.  He looked forward to watching her develop.

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   Every weekend, Jakob visited Katalin at the Governor's mansion.  They'd
take a walk in the garden and she'd tell him of the latest plans for the
wedding.  He nodded, hoped he'd made the right response when she paused,
but otherwise was not really listening.  The Governor was right, Katalin
had an infinite capacity for chatter.  The more excited she was, the more
she chattered.  Jakob wondered whether he'd made the right decision, but it
was far too awkward to back out of the arrangement.  He thought of the
Colony's Auditor of Accounts and tried to nod convincingly.  Old Westermann
had him by the balls and he knew it.

   "Do you love me?" she suddenly asked.

   Jakob stood as if transfixed.  Now there was a question that he'd never
considered.

   "Why do you ask?" he hedged, searching for a suitable, and convincing
response.

   "You've never told me," she replied in her clipped German accent. 
Seeing Jakob hesitate she said, "it's dad, isn't it?  He talked you into
it."

   Jakob sighed.  He didn't feel like lying to her.  He nodded slowly,
watching her face for a reaction.

   "I'll be good to you," she told him, almost plaintively, "give me a
chance?"

   "Sure," he replied, "but tell me?  Why do you want to marry me?  I'm
twelve years older, there must be other boys more your age..."

   "Who?" she asked, defiantly, "a native?  Or maybe a Chinaman?"

   Jakob shrugged.  So it was process of elimination, a balance of
negatives?

   "You could return to Germany?" he suggested.

   "To what?" she asked, "we'd be nothing back home.  Here we are the Royal
family, in Germany we would be nothing but civil servants," she explained
with disgust.  "You know?" she continued quietly, looking back towards the
house, "I'm not ignorant, I know what men like."

   "You do?" Jakob replied, suddenly interested.

   She turned to face him, an 'all knowing' smile flashed across her
pretty, pale face.

   "Come behind the Acacia," Katalin whispered, conspirationally.  Jakob
followed her behind the flowering tree.  Katalin grinned, leaned against
the trunk of the tree and again looked to see if anyone was about.  She
held out her arms and mouthed, "kiss me!"

   Jakob moved to her, her arms encircled his back, and pressed his mouth
to hers.  She opened and sucked him in, moving sensuously against him with
her body.

   "How was that?" she asked, her face flushed with excitement.  Jakob
smacked his lips together and said,

   "Tasty!" She smiled with delight.  Still with her arms around his neck,
she asked him if she was pretty.

   "More beautiful than the flowers on this tree," he told her.

   "More beautiful than that Indian maid of yours?" she asked.

   "Now why ask that?" Jakob asked.  One of her hands drifted over his
chest, curling between the buttons, and stroking his skin underneath with
the back of her hand.

   "Because I know you're the Father of her child," she told him, almost
petulantly, "I know she sleeps with you...  and you and her..."

   "How do you know?" Jakob asked.

   "I hear talking...  I'm not stupid!  I...  I can do those things..."

   "What things?" he teased.

   "Things men and women do," she replied, her face flushing red.

   "Oh, and what would they be?  Discuss the dinner menu?  Make decisions
about what colour roses..."

   "You're teasing me," she interrupted, "you know what I mean!"

   "Oh that!" he smiled, "and what would you know of it?" He bent and
kissed her.  Her mouth moved with more enthusiasm than technique but was
nevertheless pleasant.  Jakob felt her hand slide down from his chest.  It
came to rest at his groin where she began to grope him.  Jakob hummed into
her mouth with pleasure.  He felt himself stiffen.  Katalin ran her palm
along his length while sliding her sweet young body against him like a cat.

   Jakob's hands felt for the swell of her little bottom and explored her
with his fingertips.  He drew her into him, and they ground their crotches
together until Jakob was good and hard.

   Just then, they became aware of a voice calling them.  It was the
Governor from the limed walkway leading down from the house.  Katalin
pushed Jakob away and adjusted herself before replying.  They went out to
meet Westermann, looking like two thieves caught in the act.

   Westermann chose to ignore their disarray and instead announced that tea
was waiting.  He gave Jakob a wink and led them back to the house.

   ----------------------------------------------------

   Jakob began to look forward with anticipation to the wedding following
the little session with Katalin in their garden.  The date was to be
February next year, 1908.  Meanwhile, Jakob became a Father.  'Laila' was
born in November 1907.  'Laila' means 'love' in Tamil, Jakob thought it
appropriate.  On the birth certificate the Father was recorded as 'Jakob
Herzberg.' People assumed the name was made up, not an uncommon practice
for children born out of wedlock.

   He knew he was taking a big risk.  A risk he was willing to bear. 
'Jakob Herzberg' had officially gone down with the Borodino in the straits
of Tsushima.  Jakob hoped no-one would be looking for him.

   He was proud of his first born and visited her every day.  Asmira seemed
pleased, especially when Jakob promised to look after the child
financially. He found himself planning her education, even to the point of
choosing a University.

   "But she can't even walk yet!" Asmira had laughingly protested.

   "My daughter will not go into service," he insisted.  Asmira indulged
his fantasies without really believing he would stick to his word.

   It was unusual for girls to be educated beyond a secondary or 'finishing
school.' For a mixed race girl to be educated at a prestigious University
was impossible.  Asmira assumed Jakob was merely flushed with the joy of
Fatherhood.  Jakob, however, was deadly serious.

   Asmira and Leila were attended by Sally, or Qing Li.  Qing Li nursed,
dressed and fussed over the baby as if she was her own.  Asmira told Jakob
Qing was a natural Mother.  She talked and crooned to the little girl in
Cantonese and Jakob had commented Laila would be speaking Chinese before
any other language.

   "Chinese, Tamil, Russian, English and German," he'd told Asmira, " Laila
will speak all of them before she's two." Asmira had looked wide-eyed in
horror.

   "But she must play children's games too," she told him.

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   Qing Li attended Jakob every night.  Asmira slept in her quarters while
she was nursing Laila.  She was growing in confidence in pleasing her
master although, as yet, Jakob hadn't taken her virginity.  She still
seemed so young, so innocent.

   She seemed to be eager to please, determined to be willing in her
duties. The household staff had taught her some basic words in English. 
She was understanding Jakob's wishes more and more.

   As always, Jakob liked to watch her undress.  Good food had filled her
out a little, added some curves to her angular body.  However, only her
peach of a bottom and little pussy set her body apart from a boy's.

   Each night she'd suck Jakob's cock with developing skill.  Sometimes he
would return the favour with his tongue.  She'd spread her thighs and give
access to Jakob's fingers.  Most often Jakob would finish by 'dry humping'
her while she clung to him and pushed her arse back.  Small gasps and moans
told Jakob she was enjoying at least part of her duties.  Afterwards she
cuddled contentedly in his arms until she fell asleep.

   Katalin and he were being allowed more and more time together
unchaperoned.  Now that arrangements were being finalised for the wedding,
their 'attendant' was leaving them alone more often.  They would often go
for weeks along the beach hand in hand, although the conversation was still
often one-sided.

   Jakob took the opportunity to explore his fiancee more intimately.  One
afternoon they had out-distanced the chaperone who had, no doubt, tired of
the hot sun and found a palm tree under which to sit.  Katalin allowed
herself to be guided off the beach to a secluded spot among the dense bush
bordering the coastal road.  They'd brought a blanket and a picnic hamper.
Spreading the blanket on the ground, they toasted each other over a glass
of champagne.

   Pretty soon Katalin looked a little flushed in the cheeks from the
effects of the heat and alcohol.  She lay on her back and Jakob soon joined
her.  They kissed for a while, growing in passion.  She accepted his
tongue, stroked the back of his head while Jakob caressed her young body.

   She wore a white summer dress, cut low, but modestly.  Around her neck
was a silk scarf which was quickly discarded.  Jakob kissed the patch of
exposed skin below her neck down to the line of her dress.  He wanted to
suck a real breast again, even Katalin's apple sized ones.  Qing's was not
even a mouthful and Asmira's were being used by Laila.

   He worked the top button of her dress undone and, sensing no objection,
continued on to the second.  More and more of her pale skin appeared, Jakob
smothered it in kisses.  The third button elicited a sigh, but no objection
either.  After the fourth, Jakob unwrapped her chest like a valuable gift,
and caught his breath at the sight of her perfectly shaped cones.

   Weakly, Katalin tried to close the halves of her dress, but it was only
a gesture.  Her nipples were red and engorged and stood a good inch out
from her white breasts.  She was breathing like a locomotive, mouth open,
her exhales were like sighs.

   Jakob deliberately placed his knee between her thighs, they inched
apart. His mouth sucked in first one breast then the other.  Katalin
moaned, her hand drifted to the back of his head and pinned him there. 
Pressing between her legs, Jakob felt the heat from her despite the warm
day.  Slowly she began to grind against him.

   "I think of you every night," she gasped, "like this!"

   "Really?" he murmured into her skin.

   "Yes!  My body itches, uh!"

   "Itches?" Jakob asked.

   "Yes...  kind of...  oh.  A good itch...  uh, exciting!"

   Jakob inched his hand up her dress.  He felt smooth leg, thigh and silk
panties.

   "Yes, touch me there!" she breathed.

   Her body heaved, it snaked with lust.  Her arms tightened around the
small of his back, pinning him down hard on top of her body.  His hand was
trapped against her burning, silk-covered pussy.  Jakob wriggled his
finger, pushing the fabric into her crack.

   "Ohhh," she moaned, "rub me!" she whispered, urgently.  Katalin moaned
loudly, grabbed a handful of Jakob's shirt, her nail scratched his back. 
Jakob, stiff and hard, longed for release.  He undid the flap of his
trousers and pulled himself out.  Catching Katalin's hand, he pushed it
down onto his cock.  Her hand enclosed him, she looked enquiringly at him
then down to what she was holding.

   "Oh!" she said in surprise, "it's..." her voice faded.

   Jakob's finger continued to probe and work her soft mound.  She ground
against him faster and faster, moaning and gasping with increasing
intensity.  Her body stiffened with her orgasm, her hand squeezed his cock
so hard Jakob yelped in pain.  Tears stained her face as she clung to him,
overcome with passion.

   Later, as they made their way back to the beach Jakob had to support
her. Katalin leaned against him in affection, believing herself in love. 
Jakob felt smug to the point of arrogance.  He was beginning to feel that
only good fortune stalked him.

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   In December 1907, Jakob's company, South Pacific Trading, opened a store
in the Kingdom of Tonga.  A week later, he commissioned two agents, one in
Australia and one in New Zealand.  They would act as buyers and seek out
new business for Jakob in those more populous countries.  His accountant
told him his market share was approaching 70%, his personal worth now more
than a million Marks.

   At this time, the world had an insatiable appetite for the raw materials
the colonies of the various empires were providing.  That meant that the
owners of the estates and mines, almost exclusively white, developed an
insatiable appetite for the luxuries that Jakob provided.

   Samoa was regarded by the German Imperialists as the jewel in the crown.
Her other colonies in that part of the world were either unproductive or
unpleasantly hot.  The German Empire in the Pacific or Indian oceans
consisted of Western Samoa, Eastern New Guinea (Papua) the Caroline Islands
and the Bismarck Archipelago.  But it was to Samoa that the cruise ships
went and the artists, adventurers, and others bored with Europe, flocked.
Yachts visited, rich industrialists skin-dived or lay on the sands like
beached whales.  Jakob's till rang and he opened a currency exchange next
door.

   New year 1908, his world seemed like it would go on forever.
   KATZMAREK(C)

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