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Copyright: 2004 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for mature
audiences. All persons in this story are real, but the events are
purely fictional. I have obtained oral permission to use the names and
physical descriptions of these people for non-commercial entertainment
purposes only. If you post or repost this story, please include this
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SC: F/F, Amp, No Sex


A Modest Proposal
fiction by rache


I was readng Swift's essay, 'A Modest Proposal' when I suddenly had
the urge for some lunch. I had taken quite a liking to our new maid, a
local girl named Roselyn, who had come from a village just a little
further up the mountain road that ran past our house.

She's only slightly older than my 21 years, honey colored and
beautiful. Her black hair is long and tied in a loose ponytail down
her back, and her eys are rich dark brown, almond shaped and wide with
curiousity. Her upturned breasts are large for such a petite young
woman, and her ass is small and tight.

My husband, Paul liked her as well, I knew, for all of those reasons.
Roselyn was also a virgin, which is not uncommon for an unmarried girl
in the provinces. In the larger cities, like Manila, the morals are
more easily influenced by foreigners, particularly Americans. But out
here, tradition is a powerful force, something I've learned to
appreciate.

Paul was in Victorias for a few days, doing some research, so I had
the whole house to myself. Boredom is my enemy at such times and I
realize when I am alone how much I depend on my husband just to keep
me company. I had friends of course, acquantances and neighbors, whom
I could depend on to drop by and say hello. I had Roselyn to take care
of me, and Mario, our houseboy to take care of my surroundings. But
how much better, I wondered, if I had something else...a pet, perhaps.
Something that depended upon me the way I did with Paul.

Nothing or no one had ever depended on me for anything, as far as I
knew. I'd never felt that small thrill of power, of being the Mistress
of some other living thing's well being. How would that feel, I
wondered. Pregnancy has been on my mind quite a lot, and maybe that's
where these strange new thoughts sprang from. I was married and a
child seemed...necessary somehow. But I had doubts about my maternal
instincts and abilities, and Paul as much told me he doubted he could
trust me to care for a baby. I was too selfish, too whimsical, my
attention span too short, he said.

Perhaps a pet, a surrogate child of a sort, might convince him
otherwise. I resolved to set about gettig one. "Roselyn." I called and
she appeared from the kitchen, prompt and smiling as ever. "Tell Mario
to get the Jeep, we're going into town, all of us. We'll have lunch
there and do some shopping or something." I smiled at her as the young
woman's eyes brightened. We'd done this before and it was always
enjoyable.

I went upstairs to change while she went to her small room to change.
Mario would already be checking the Jepp and starting it up so the air
conditioner would be cool by the time I got in. Such a considerate
man, our Mario. I'd taken to wearing thin skirts, or shorts, rather
than my pants, which were all much too tight, or much too leather, for
the tropics. I put on a short silk skirt that I'd found in Jakarta and
a plain white t-shirt. I took off the necklace I was wearing, because
there were altogether too many thiefs, most of them children who
specialized in jewelry. I let my own long hair fall loose, brushed it
briefly and applied just a bit of lipstick. I wished it were so easy
to dress to impress back in Seattle. A air of sandals and I was out
the door.

Mario had the jeep out front, it's an old Toyota Landcruiser,
actually,but we call it the jeep. We paid a lot for it, maybe too
much, but it's been worth it. Especially the air conditioning! I
handed an envelope to Mario and he looked at it with some surprise.
I'd taken most of the cash we had in the house, some 60,000 pesos,
right around $1200 US and it made for a large package. Most of our
money we kept in the bank of course, I supposed I'd have to go before
Paul returned and get some more, but not today. I hated the bank.

I sat in the back and Mario drove and Roselyn sat beside him. She
looked especially nice today and I asked her if she had a boyfriend in
town. She laughed and Mario teased her as we bumped and rocked our way
down to the highway.

"Kick it, Mario." And he pushed the old Beastie Boys CD into the
player. I would have preferred Evanescence, or maybe the Seether CD
I'd just finally gotten after a year of wanting, but Mario loved the
Beasties, so we listened to them, singing along happily. They might
have made this CD before I was born, or maybe shortly after, I wasn't
sure, but it was a classic. God! What a glorious day!

It's 17 kilometers to the city we were going to and I enjoyed the
ride, even though these filipino drivers would have been shot deader
than Lincoln if they'd been driving in LA. They're the worst and what
I really liked about tha Landcruiser was the feeling that if we did
happen to sideswipe some asshole in his little scratchbuilt imitation
Jeep, I wouldn't even notice. We just had to watch out for the
sugarcane trucks and the Ceres Liners, the big buses that clocked
blind curves at 110 Km/hr on a road with a speed limit of 40...But it
wasn't like there were any cops either.

We went to a nice restaurant serving traditional cuisine and I
indulged, spoiling my little Mario and Roselyn, making them guests
instead of servents for a change. I'm half-filipina so people don't
usually notice me right away, until I start talking, then it's obvious
I'm at least foreign born. The other people in the restaurant were
doctors, lawyers, land owners, the upperclass ...men mostly, since it
was lunchtime and filipinos don't generally bring the wives to lunch,
that's reserved for their friends. So I got some looks, appreciative
and interested, flattering and I enjoyed it. But I wasn't out to get
picked up. Being someone's Mistress or afternoon snack didn't really
appeal.

I did tell Roselyn she could probably find someone though, we could
tell them she was my sister and we were rich debutants from manila
looking for fun as we passed through on our way to Cebu. She just
laughed and blushed sweetly, which doubtless made her even more
attractive.

But this was all just foreplay. After lunch we were back in the jeep,
Mario looking at me in the mirror, wondering if we would go to Guisan,
Robinson's, or to the downtown market. "Planter's Hospital, Mario." I
knew a doctor there, a man I'd had occasion to dine with several times
while doing research for Paul. his family had a long history in the
area, and a rich one. They were all Mayors and councillors, and even a
congressman or two. Their family name was Portugis, pronounced like
the language, but spelled differently. His name was Simon and he was a
very attentive lover.

Mario and Roselyn waited in the jeep while I went inside, taking my
envelope back from Mario. Planter's is a brand new hospital, the
nicest one in the area, clean and modern and expensive, thus it has
the best doctors and nurses, but very few patients. The majority of
sick people are poor and they go to City Hospital, which is dirty,
overcrowded, and the equipment dismally out of date. I went to visit a
woman having a baby at City Hospital once, she was in a large room
with 20 other women, it was in that room they went into labor, gave
birth, and tended the newborn. It was full of friends and family who
brought their own food and blankets for the mother and child. There
was no privacy, no nurses, no doctors either, except during the actual
child birth. It has a relatively high mortality rate for both mother's
and newborns.

I found Simon in his office and he smiled when he saw me. It took some
time to explain the purpose of my visit, since he quite naturally
assumed at first that I was their for a pelvic examine, which he
happily gave me. he undressed me as I kissed him, letting his hands
cover my body and push me back onto his little table. I had vague
thoughts about my husband; I hadn't told him about my liason with the
good doctor, I'd only shared the impressive results of my research,
which more than pleased Paul.

As Simon freed his erect penis and pushed it slowly between the dewy
folds of my sex, I began telling him hat I wanted. If I feared that he
would object, I need not have, he only trust into me harder, grabbing
my thighs as I lifted my legs over his shoulders, smiling and looking
up at him.

"Why would you want such a thing?" he asked, reaching down with one
hand to fondle my breasts. My cunt was dripping as the things I was
saying, combined with the sensations I was feeling, to push me over
the edge. I climaxed eagerly, my cunt contracting and drawing that
wonderful prick deeper as I lost track of what I was saing. But it was
unimportant, he knew I wanted what I did for no other reason than I
could do it. Morals had no issue here, there was only the price of my
desire to negotiate.

Simon let me have my orgasms, several of them following hard upon each
other, until he urged me to turn over. He had wanted me in the ass
before, and I'd declined, a luxury I no longer possessed. As he forced
my sphincter opn with his wet burning cock, I reflected that it didn't
matter anyway, he would be just as good back there as he'd been in my
vagina. He fucked me slowly, laying the muscles along my back, and
shoulders, ass and thighs, with his fingers, coaxing me to another
orgasm as he fucked my ass. It was good, very good and the sweet
burning sensation, the ache of my muscles being stretched and bruised,
only added to the pleasure. I felt a little sad when he began to cum,
spurting thickly into my bowels.

After it was over I didn't bother cleaning myself, I had enjoyed it
too much and liked the strange greasy sensation of having a well
lubricated ass. His seed would slowly leak from me all day long, and
the tender pinch of discomfort when I sat down made me smile. The
price would be 43,000 pesos, we agreed after 10 minutes of haggling.
Down from his initial 50,000. I would have paid that, but it was a
matter of pride not to argue a little bit. For that I would get what I
most wanted at the moment, a pet of my very own.

Simon would take care of the paperwork, take care of the nurses who
assisted him, as well as the police, who might or might not take an
interest. With his connections it was very doubtful anyone would
question anything he put on paper. That would leave me to deal with
some other, smallish details. Now you might be suspectiing this story
is untrue, if not in fact, than in premise certainly. But I tell you
on my mother's own grave, that the premise is sound. And that is
perhaps the most frightening thing.

The most frightening thing for Roselyn, of course, was yet to come.
When Dr. Portugis and 4 nurses, 2 of them men, came outside into the
hot afternoon parking lot, wheeling a stretcher, my pretty young ma9d
was merely confused. When they stopped by the jeep and opened her
door, she asked them what was wrong. Dr. Portugis told her she was
ill, that she'd contracted something very dangerous, very contagious,
and looked meaningfully at Mario.

They both looked at me, standing in the shaded portion of the hospital
steps, shielding my eyes, and with some reluctance Roselyn stepped out
of the jeep and even layed down on the stretcher without so much as a
whimper. Doctor's were people to listen to, they knew things, they
were important, smart, and rich. Poor Roselyn was just a maid, I'm
sure she was overwhelmed, wondering what she might have contracted.
Wondering, I thought with a smile, if she were going to die.

Mario got out as well, he was Roselyn's cousin and intended to stay
near her, but I intercepted him. "I want you to go to the house, pack
some clothes for Roselyn, just a few things, not too much. Some
panties and a duster or two. Go into Paul's room, the office, here's a
key. Get my bank book, the one for Metrobank, okay? The red one, find
me some clean panties and the yellow sundress hanging up in the
cabinet. Bring all that back here, right away. Don't talk to anyone,
Mario, do you understand me? Do't tell anyone what's going on, Roselyn
is very sick. We'll tell her family tomorrow. Now get going."

I actually had little doubt that he'd tell someone, and that Roselyn's
mother would soon hear some bit of the bad news, but it really
wouldn't matter. The girl was deathly ill, of that Mario was certain.
As he drove off, I entered the hospital, filling out the required
forms, putting myself as Roselyn's guardian, her next of kin. I wanted
a private room, with a private nurse for her. She would be in the
hospital for several days, a week perhaps or even longer, I wasn't
sure. I used my cel phone to call Paul after that. I told him that
Roselyn was sick, but I couldn't say with what, the doctor was doing
some tests. I was sure she'd be fine, but in the meantime I thought
I'd look after her. I suggested he take that trip back to Manila he
was always talking about and that I'd resisted since I had a feeling
he only wanted to go back there so he could see a certain girl we'd
met. But he insisted he needed time at te university, and at the
embassy, so this was his chance. He jumped on it, telling me he'd be
back in my loving arms in 9 days. I thought about telling him I had
another man's sperm trickling from my stretched asshole, but why tease
him? I gave him a smacking kissing sound and hung up.

It was very nearly 5 hours before Roselyn came out of surgery. I
didn't get to see her, of course, she was in a recovery room and would
be moved very quickly into intensive care for a day or two and,
barring unforeseen complications, into her room so she could heal
properly. While Simon explained all this I couldn't help but stare at
him. He was still in his scrubs, the same sea-foam green color favored
in my hosptail back home. He was covered with blod, spattered and
streaked with it, as though someone had just tossed a bucket of it at
him. I ran my hands across him, feeling the wetness, and wanting him
right then.

I pulled him back towards his office, feeling it so urgent within me.
I wished I could have fucked him right on that operating table, but I
knew the nurses were already cleaning it. I pushed him down, onto the
floor, pulling at his trousers, untying the little knotted string
around his waist and pulling the crotch of my panties aside. I
straddled him quickly, clutching at the tacky stains of Roselyn's
blood on his blouse. Fuck me! I beeged him, pushing my sordid cunt
down on his hard prick, rocking and grinding myself to a nearly
instantaneous orgasm. It was blinding and furious and I pressed my
body to his, my t-shirt blossoming with crimson were it touched blood.

I sucked Simo's tongue into my mouth while his wonderful surgeon hands
cupped my ass, pulling and pushing me, bringing me one torrid orgasm
after another until I could only lay ther, moaning, almost weeping
with the pleasure of it. When Simon thrust inside me fully, finally
groaning as his cock throbbed and spewed his hot seed, I joined him,
climaxing one last time around him. My face buried in that heavy
bloody cloth, so my senses were immersed even as our beautiful orgasm
stole those senses away.

I showered after that, using the female staff's dressing room and
borrowing a smock that tied around my waist. I was excited and filled
with a nervous energy and I couldn't help pacing the empty hallway
outside the critical ward, until finally Dr. Portugis found me just
before he was to leave for home. He told me that all the necessary
papers had been completed, that there would be no problems. So far as
the hospital was concerned the girl was my responsibility and any
consent for treatment was mine alone to give. So far as any other
persons were concerned, her relatives for example, the hospital would
not recognize their authority to intercede.It was unlikely anyone
would, her mother was illiterate and had 6 children under the age or
14 to look after, Roselyn had been the eldest, supporting her brothers
and sisters. She would continue to do so and that would alleviate a
lot of problems.

In the meantime, I couldn't stay in the hallway. Roselyn's room was
ready, but she wouldn't be using it for a day or two, so it would be
mine. I was just laying down to take a nap, or at least try and calm
my almost juvenile anticipation, when Mario returned, bringing me
everything I'd asked for. he asked me what was wrong with Roselyn and
I told him I wasn't sure, but that she was in critical condition and
might not live. He found this difficult to accept as he had been with
her all day, watching her laughing, carefree and exuberantly healthy.
I wondered if Mario would be a problem. I sincerely hoped not, because
I liked the man a great deal. It would be a shame if I had to buy his
life, which is the quaint local phrase for hiring someone to kill him.
For Mario that might have cost me all of twenty dollars.

"Did you talk to anyone about this, Mario?" I asked him, and he shook
his head no. But I asked him again and he said he mentioned it to his
cousin who happened by as he was driving back down the mountain. So by
now, I figured half of the barangay would know that Roselyn was ill,
that it was serious and she was in the hospital. But that couldn't be
helped. I wondered what else I could do to avoid complications.
Perhaps Paul and I might adopt the girl, I thought. I liked the sound
of that and resolved to seeing my lawyer sometime in the next day or
two.

The waitng was the hardest part. Even keeping busy with the bank, and
the lawyer, and with Simon, wasn't making the time pass more quickly.
The next afternoon, having been assured by Simon that Roselyn would
not be moved until the next day, I had Mario drive me to see the young
woman's mother. She and her 8 children lived in a small bamboo hut.
They were very poor, even with the income tha Roselyn provided them.
Her mother was a laundry woman at someone's resthouse, and the pay was
negligable. Of course having that many children didn't help either. I
wardly I thought she was a stupid bitch and I detested her
immediately, but still, she was Roselyn's mother and so perhaps I owed
this woman a debt.

I paid her 20,000 pesos, less than $400 US to compensate for Roselyn's
illness. I explained that I wasn't sure what she'd contracted, or
where or how, but she'd been working for me, so I wanted to do the
right thing. I also told the woman that if Roselyn lived, which she
was certainly expected to, the girl would continue to work for me and
of course would continue to pay her salary. My only real concern, I
told the woman, was that with Roselyn under my care, spending my money
even now in the very best hospital, I would feel more comfortable if I
were the girl's legal guardian. Not her mother, I waved that away, I
was a year younger than Roselyn. No, what I was suggesting was only
that I be allowed, that Paul and I be allowed, to ensure her
daughter's health...

Otherwise, I was very sad to say, we just wouldn't feel right taking
responsibility for her. We'd have her brought back here of course,
just as soon as she could travel again, so she could be close to her
mother and siblings, but I would probably need to find a new maid
then. I felt very sorry telling the woman that, especially since the
doctors had told me it might take a long time before Roselyn was truly
able to care for herself, if in fact she ever could. It would be a
burden, I knew, but motherhood is a burden in and of itself, isn't it?
I patted the woman's arm and waited.

She signed the papers that my lawyer had prepared, printing her name
in big block letters and luckily I happened to have a notary with me,
who had her thumb imprinted on all 7 copies and then stamped it with
his own seal and signature. Ten dollars and you get your own notary
public, I do love this country. Roselyn was now legally mine. For some
reason I imagined it would be harder to buy a person.

I spent the night in my house and the next day Mario drove me back to
the hospital. I was so excited I was almost peeing myself when we
pulled into the parking lot. I would finally get to see Roselyn. Simon
met me at the nurses station. He told me Roselyn was stable, that
she'd been asleep since the surgery, largely due to some of the
medication. But they'd stopped the pain killers and so they expected
the young woman would wake sometime in the next few hours, although
not completely. She would be very tired, physically exhausted,
disoriented, etc. etc. I could stay with her, but I shouldn't try to
talk to her or anything, just let her rest.

we walked to the room and Simon introduced me to an older woman who
would be Roselyn's nurse. She looked very capable and the doctor said
she was very good. I was paying her 8 dollars a day, 400 pesos, over
her normal salery. I told her I would pay her a thousand a day, but
Roselyn would be the woman's only concern. Not the nurses family, not
her pet dog, not her little moped, nothing but Roselyn for as long as
the girl was under her care. It was a very equitable arrangement.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I want a few minutes alone with Roselyn."

I went into the room and it was bright, even with the curtains closed.
Someone, Dr. Portugis, had put flowers on the little night stand next
to Roselyn's bed. There were several IV's and a tube running to her
nose, for bringing oxygen I supposed, although it wasn't necessary any
longer. She had clean sheets pulled up over her body and her face
looked composed, sleeping peacefully. I could see no sign of pain or
anxiety there, and I was glad.

I sat there for a long time, just looking at her, watching her pretty
face as she slept. Every now and again the door would open and the
nurse would look inside, but I'd shoo her away. She was at a bit of a
loss, since I was paying her to sit with Roselyn, but she'd just have
to wait. I wanted to be there when the girl opened her pretty almond
eyes.

A few hours later she finally did. There was a bit of a stirring,
hardly anything at all, and a soft murmur as though she were dreaming.
I leaned forward carefully, so my face was near hers, watching.

"Roselyn.." I sang softly. "Roselyn..." I touched her forehead and she
was warm with a little fever, but not too bad.

She opened her eyes, slowly, blinking carefully and looking around
without moving her head. That seemed as much effort as the girl could
stand and she soon closed them again, drifting off without saying a
word. I had an urge, almost impossible to resist, to lift the sheets
and see what my simple idle wanting had accomplished, but I didn't.
Not yet, I wanted to see it when Roselyn saw it, experience it as she
did, wondering how our responses would be different or similar.

It wouldn't b for almost another day and half though before that
happened. She was gradually becoming more and more aware of her
surrounding, more conscious and awake, though terrible confused. I'd
instructed the nurse to tell her nothing, of course, and it was
perhaps just blind luck that I happened to be sitting next to Roselyn
when she finally really woke up for the first time in almost 4 days.

I explained to her that she was in the hospital, that I was taking
care of her. I told the young woman how I'd taken care of her mother,
and brothers and sisters, and how I'd been declared Roselyn's legal
guardian. I told the girl that I would keep her with me for a long
time. That I would love her and protect her, care for her and see to
it that Roselyn had no more pain or suffering in her life. "You've
suffered enough already, Roselyn." I told her. "Much more than you've
deserved, and now I'll make it up to you."

She made a soft mewling sound, like a lamb crying for her mother, and
her eyes opened wide with surprise. She made another sound, much like
the first and I shushed her, kissing her forehead.

"Don't try to talk, Roselyn, I've had your tongue removed. The doctor
said it was a very clean procedure, your stitches are small and there
will be very little scarring. Tha's why your mouth feels funny."

She looked almost ready to cry, and her body trembled.
"Shhhh...Roselyn, it's okay, I'll take care of you, I promise. Now
look here, this is very important." I pulled her sheet down slowly to
her belly button, exposing her heaving breasts. She was naked except
for her bandages and I lifted her head a little, propping her up on
her pillow so she could see herself easier. That mewling sound became
a loud low moan, almost like a nasel "Nwnwnwnwnwooooo...!"

I smiled and moved on the bed with her, putting my arm around her neck
and looking down with her. "I've had your arms and legs removed,
Roselyn. Do you like it?" She had small stumps just past her shoulders
and somewhat longer ones just below her pelvis, all wrapped in white
bandages, smooth and neat and nicely rounded. I thought they were
amazingly beautiful and I couldn't wait until they were healed
properly, but that would take some months.

She was crying now, my sweet pet Roselyn. Tears ran down her flushed
cheeks and fell on her lovely breasts as they heaved a little with
each muffled sob. I bent my mout down to lick her left nipple, tasting
her salty wetness and then suckling that gorgeous fat nipple between
my lips. I moved a hand gingerly between her legs, between those two
trembling stumps, caressing her vulva and petting the frightened
creature.

God! I was so wet! It would be torturous waiting until she was healed
enough to take home and care for properly. Roselyn had so many things
to learn. My husband would be thrilled I thought as I rubbed Roselyn's
cunt, imagiining his hard cock fucking between those stumps. What a
perfect little pet. I couldn't wait to feel her short little stump of
an arm fucking into my pussy, I was cumming just thinking about it.
But best of all, I'd show Paul that I could indeed care for another
living person.

end
rache696@yahoo.com

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