> In the News Today: The Federal Bureau of Investigation issued a statement about a recent increase in Human Trafficking activity along the I-70 corridor. Motorists are urged to report suspicious activities.
A sign on the door, with its bright red, block-letters, caught Stephanie’s attention:
HUMAN TRAFFICKING NOTICE
Are you or someone you know being sold for sex or—
That’s all she had time to read before Yevgeny hustled her and her mother through the rest stop’s exit.
Early that morning, Yevgeny woke everyone and ordered Stephanie and her mom to pack for a week’s stay. “Pack nice clothes,” he’d directed. “Hurry up, we need to leave,” he’d shouted.
They’d been on the road since, and Stephanie knew what it meant. Yevgeny found someone willing to buy her.
Preparations for this began shortly after her twelfth birthday. About the time most daughters learned about the “Birds and the Bees and Birth Control.” Natalie’s daughter learned the facts of life for a genetically engineered sex slave. Those earlier talks helped her stay calm now. She knew her owner would be wealthy. Her price almost guaranteed a pampered life. After all, buying her was equivalent to purchasing a near irreplaceable and unique artistic masterpiece.
Mom’s concerned glances confirmed she also suspected Yevgeny’s agenda. His constant hovering, even bribing their way into the family restrooms, prevented any private talks.
The seemingly endless ride gave Stephanie ample time to consider her future. Thanks to her mother’s design, once her new owner “made full use of her,” she’d begin to develop a deeply powerful addiction. Her mother’s term, the bond, was an actual full-blown physical addiction to intimate relations with one person.
Other than Mom’s crazy idea, there wasn’t a way out. Stephanie couldn’t go to the police. If she did, they’d discover her and her mother’s illegal status. Once that happened, they faced lif in a genie reservation or if they were lucky, deportation. Addicted to Yevgeny, Mom would soon die without a fix. If Stephanie ran away and avoided capture, her genetic “programming” created another obstacle. Stephanie’s infrequent ovulations brought extreme mood swings. Worse, her fertile state also made her especially vulnerable to bonding. If she were “in the wild” and ovulated, she’d bond to whoever was strong enough to deal with her.
That left Stephanie with Mom’s crazy idea. Yevgeny was Mom’s second owner, and she still felt a vestigial bond to her first. The idea, the crazy idea, was simple. If Mom could retain the effects of multiple bonds, her daughter could as well. This might allow Stephanie to switch between them. When the Timms “family” moved to their new home, Jason, the boy next door, became the target for Stephanie’s secret bond. The tricky part was limiting how much Stephanie became addicted.
A truck, with a loud diesel engine, roared past in the right lane. The noise jarred Stephanie from her thoughts. As the mud-spattered four-wheel-drive vehicle raced past, she noticed its Cincinnati Bengals bumper stickers. Jason worshipped the Pittsburgh Steelers and despised the Bengals. He’d taught her the rules of American football, and they’d watched games together.
Like bright summer sunlight banishing the dark, thinking about Jason pushed her black thoughts away. She remembered running her fingers through his never-quite-combed hair, and how she melted when his cool breath tickled her neck. She’d been slow to realize they liked each other. He, of course, knew it right from the start. That first day when they met, it amazed her that a man, well a young man, would ask her to keep him company. Visiting Jason and his parents felt like stepping into a fairy tale. His parents behaved as if they loved each other, and they never ever screwed in front of her.
The day wore on, and Yevgeny became agitated. Like her and Mom, Yevgeny was also an undocumented alien. His forged identity would never pass if he tried to board a plane.
Mom did what she could to keep him calm, even offering to fellate him. Stephanie slumped down in her seat and pretended to sleep.
Once her eyes closed, thoughts of Jason stomped all over her worries. No one knew him like she did. She understood his jokes and listened to his dreams. If Stephanie had any regrets, it was cutting him off when he confessed his feelings. It wasn’t his fault that she couldn’t love him back. She should have lied and told him she felt the same.
Night fell, and Yevgeny looked for a place to stay. An old motel with a vacancy sign beckoned. Their room, a double, surprised everyone with its cleanliness. Yevgeny shooed Stephanie into the bathroom. “Take a shower and get in bed. We leave early.”
After she finished, Stephanie exited the bathroom carrying her clothes. Yevgeny had Mom face down on their bed while having sex with her from behind. The wet slapping sounds and rhythmic grunts chased her to her own bed. Even under the covers, with the pillow over her head, the nauseating sounds went on and on. Finally, they stopped, and Yevgeny grumbled his way into the bathroom. When the door closed, Stephanie rolled over and dared a peek. Mom lay on her side, covered with a sheet. Her even breathing indicated she’d stay zonked-out for a while. The tears came, and Stephanie curled up. She’d never felt so alone in her life.
While eating breakfast, Stephanie felt her first real twinge. Something, some part of her was missing. She listened to the men moving around them, searching for one special voice. Every man she brushed past smelled wrong. The sensation increased even after Yevgeny resumed his drive. She tried to doze, to drift away, but some undefined itch kept her on edge.
Around noon, while Yevgeny recharged their van, she and Mom managed a brief conversation. “Somethings going on, I can’t stop thinking about Jason, even more so than yesterday.”
Mom nodded. “If you concentrate and remember his touch, does it help?”
Stephanie closed her eyes and imagined him kissing her good night. It did seem to push the odd sensations back. “It does.”
“You may have bonded to him a little. Good, that’s what we want.”
“I guess.” She knew her mother’s plan, but this was the first time she experienced what it meant for her. “Will it always be this way?”
“Not exactly. We’ll talk later.”
A change in the road surface woke her. A sign read, “Welcome to Wichita.” Wichita? Kansas? All she knew about Kansas was they had tornados.
Yevgeny found another hotel, much like the last one. As before, he told her to get in the bathroom and “Get cleaned up.” They had a meeting later, and she needed to look nice.
After her shower, Stephanie stood at the sink, brushing her teeth. The bathroom door opened, and Mom, nude from the waist down, entered. Mom pushed the door closed and reached for a handful of tissues. Grimacing, her mother blotted away at the mess between her legs.
Yevgeny must have had himself a quickie, or Mom would still be out of it.
Neither spoke until Mom turned on the shower. Once covered by the noise, her mother leaned close. “It’s not what you think, not exactly. I got Yevgeny to talk. He said this is a trial visit. A couple of days, then we’ll return home.”
Stephanie blanched. No telling what it took for Mom to tease information from Yevgeny.
The mansion set far back from the road. As Yevgeny navigated the curved asphalt drive, more of the structure came into view. While the building presented a narrow face to the road, the bulk of it lay hidden. Another interesting fact was that Yevgeny didn’t stop at the front entrance. Instead, he continued around to the rear of the house and parked near a service entrance.
A man met them at the door. Tall, gray-haired, and fit, his face was tight while he studied his visitors. Yevgeny stepped forward. “Mr. Smith? I’m Yevgeny Timms.”
Fear made the moment unreal, and Stephanie almost burst into giggles. Clamping down on her emotions, she forced herself to stay quiet.
“Ah, Mr. Timms. Too bad, you’re unable to fly. The drive must have been interminable.”
Mr. Smith invited them inside. After a few darkened rooms and hallways, they ended up in a well-appointed library. Another man, far younger than Mr. Smith, waited there with a drink in his hand.
“My son, Daniel,” Mr. Smith indicated the young man.
Yevgeny spoke. “This is Natalie and her daughter, Stephanie.” He pointed at each in turn.
The young man, Daniel, spoke. “Jesus, Dad, they’re both beautiful. Hell, they could be twin sisters.”
The outburst drew a sharp glance from Mr. Smith, which his son pretended to not notice. “Mr. Timms, would you or your property want anything to drink?” He waved at a side table, holding an assortment of beverages. “We have some time before dinner.”
Yevgeny gestured to Mom, and she fetched a vodka for him and ginger ales for herself and Stephanie. Stephanie didn’t trust herself to speak. They took seats near an unlit fireplace. Daniel sat next to his father.
“I trust you received the information packet?” Yevgeny asked.
“I did.” Smith replied. “The Silk Road marketplace is quite efficient. However, I dislike the terms for this visit.”
“It’s quite simple. No one is to touch the girl until I have received payment in full.”
Smith crossed his legs and smiled. “Understood, but the non-refundable deposit should entitle me to a few samples.”
“Natalie can provide samples as needed. She is identical to her daughter in all important aspects. She is also quite skillful.” Yevgeny ended his statement with a leer.
Whoa! Yevgeny just offered Mom to this guy, and all she did was smile. What’s going on?
Smith studied Mom, then turned back to Yevgeny. “The spec sheet notes these creations have perfect loyalty. That they will aggressively resist advances from another suitor. If this is so, then how is she capable of providing samples?”
Smiling, Yevgeny turned to Mom. “Tell him, Nat.”
Natalie nodded. “Mr. Smith, my owner has conditioned me to accept an occasional lover. It won’t be an issue if he remains in view. I’m even free to enjoy the experience. If you’re capable.” Her last statement made the challenge clear.
Double whoa! Mom just threw down the gauntlet! I wish I were as brave.
Smith chuckled as if only his satisfaction mattered. “What’s it like, missy, fucking a man who isn’t your owner?”
Mom smiled. Smith’s words couldn’t rattle her. “It’s a bit like wanting steak but only getting the bone.
Daniel burst out laughing but cut it off at a curt gesture from his father.
Supper might have been delicious, but Stephanie thought it tasted like bile. Somehow, Daniel appointed himself her companion and sat across from her. Every time she dared to glance up from her plate, his blue eyes were there.
Negotiations went on throughout the meal. After the desert, Natalie took Stephanie to the powder room. “I’m going with Yevgeny and Mr. Smith to provide ‘samples.’”
“But Mom that’s—”
“Sweetie, I’ll be fine. Who knows, it may even be fun.”
“What about the son, Daniel?”
“He’ll keep you company, nothing more than that. Be polite but keep your guard up.”
“But what if he wants me to…you know.”
“Sweetie, you’re my daughter, and there isn’t a single man in the world you can’t handle. If Daniel doesn’t behave, do whatever you need to make him stop. Just don’t hurt him too much.”
After the parents retired upstairs, Stephanie and Daniel returned to the library. They sat across from each other at the empty fireplace. She refused or ignored his repeated offers of a drink or conversation.
“You don’t want to talk, do you?” he asked.
She had enough of his badgering. “No, leave me alone.”
“Why not? I’m beginning to think you don’t like me.”
A desperate surge of anger gave her strength. Daniel’s twinkling blue eyes annoyed her. “I don’t know you well enough to dislike you.”
“Oooh, zinger!” Daniel clutched at his chest. “Direct shot.” He leaned forward. “You’re even more beautiful when you’re angry.”
Either Daniel told the truth or, more likely, attempted reverse psychology. If she didn’t want to appear more attractive, she’d have to act nicer. Either way, she didn’t care. She did the smart thing and tuned him out.
Apparently, this didn’t please Daniel. Stephanie heard an irritated chuff, and a finger reached out and touched her knee. “Don’t ignore me,” he said.
“Take your hand off my knee.”
With a laugh, he removed his finger, then slid forward to sit on the edge of his chair. “I’m sorry, Stephanie, it’s…look, you’re beautiful, and I’m a guy, I can’t help but be attracted to you.”
She gave him a flat distrustful stare.
Daniel finished his drink and said, “You are not what I expected.”
“What, that I’m not a bimbo?”
“No, you’re not. Let’s try something different. Do you shoot pool?”
“Pool?” She hadn’t intended to reply.
“It’s a game. C’mon.” He stood and stepped to the side of his chair and waited.
Stephanie stared, unsure of what she should do. Mom was upstairs, doing who knows what with that disgusting old man. If Mom could do that, Stephanie could play a stupid game. With a fresh sense of confidence, she followed Daniel across the room. Under an ornate leaded glass lamp, stood a large cloth-covered rectangular table. With a flourish, the younger Smith removed the cover and exposed its green felt-covered surface.
Daniel gestured, “This is a pool table.” From underneath the table, he produced a hollow wooden triangle and placed it on the table. Daniel proceeded to fill the triangle with different colored balls. “These are the pool balls. The object is to use a stick, called the cue, to strike the white ball, to knock your balls into the pockets.”
“Which balls are mine?” The question sounded stupid as soon as it slipped out. If Daniel noticed, he didn’t react.
“It depends. The person who breaks gets whatever goes in a pocket. If nothing goes in, it’s an open table for the next player.” He glanced at her across the table. “I have my own stick, we’ll share.”
“How am I supposed to make this shot?” Stephanie had stripes, and the only available shot had the cue ball in an awkward spot.
“Lean over the table and stretch out your arms. You’ll want to put some back spin on the cue, and it’ll roll back and set up your next shot.”
“How?”
He showed her a small, disarming smile and approached. “If I may?”
Since beginning the game, Daniel kept his hands to himself. Most of the time, he kept to the opposite side of the table. Heck, she only caught him trying to peek up her skirt once. “All right, show me.”
“Lean over the table and line up your shot.” Stephanie tensed as he approached. “I’m going to touch you and show you how to aim. Please, don’t freak out.” His chest pressed against her back. This close, his cologne, a delicate lime and tobacco scent tickled her nostrils. “Keep your cue level but aim low of center.” She changed her point of aim slightly. Out of her sight, his fingers ghosted over her hip. “There, you got it. Hit it medium-hard.” Stephanie struck the cue ball as instructed. It slid forward and tapped the nine-ball, which rolled into the pocket. At the same time, the cue rolled back and lined her up for a shot on the twelve.
Excited about making a difficult shot, Stephanie allowed her guard to drop. She stood, grinning, and found herself in Daniel’s arms, one of his hands curved around her hip.
She met his eyes. “Daniel, please don’t be a creep.”
His eyes flicked away, and Stephanie thought he’d behave. But he glanced back, his jaw set with determination.
In a rough voice, he said, “I read the papers your father sent. Is it true you'll fall in love with whoever you sleep with?”
“It's not love.”
“How do you know? The spec sheet said you've never…”
Enough was enough. Remembering her mother’s advice, Stephanie reached back and removed his hand from her butt. Daniel resisted, so she used her full strength.
Eyes wide, Daniel took a step back, his left hand cradled the right.
Mom will be proud I didn't break any bones.
Stephanie set the pool stick on the table and returned to her seat across the room. An hour or so later, the parents returned and found her there. Daniel kept himself occupied on the opposite side of the library, shooting pool one-handed.
Back at the hotel, Yevgeny announced he had phone calls to make. “Both of you get a shower or something.”
Inside the shower stall, Stephanie studied the marks on her mother's pale skin. “Mom, you’re hurt. Wait, “she said, inspecting the bruises on her mother’s chest, “those look like teeth marks.”
“I think they are. Mr. Smith gave the girls a workout.”
“That bastard! He hurt you. Why didn’t Yevgeny do something?
“Sweetie, sometimes sex can be a little rough. Tonight, was one of the rougher times. Don’t worry about me, it takes a lot to hurt genies like us.” Mom chuckled, “Poor Yevgeny sat there and watched the whole thing. I think he learned a few things.”
“What about your bond? How could Yevgeny just sit there and watch?”
Mom hugged her. “Sweetie, my loyalty might as well be etched in stone. One or two sessions like tonight won’t change me. You, however, are almost a blank slate. It might have damaged you. Turn around now, and I’ll wash your hair.”
That night, Yevgeny behaved like a man possessed. He barely waited until Stephanie had the pillow over her head before taking her mother. It took a long time before she managed to sleep.
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***
“Dad, are you sure this is a good idea?” Daniel steadied the Stolichnaya with his good hand. His father set the funnel and poured a double measure of a clear, odorless liquid into the vodka. As usual, Dad ignored his concerns.
The older man capped the bottle with care. Then after giving it a swirl, he returned the bottle to a small bar. “Mr. Smith” turned to Daniel with a sneer. “Sometimes, I wonder if you’re really my son.” He held his eyes on Daniel, “Do you want an evening with the mother or not?
“I’d prefer the daughter.”
“Heh, yeah. If the father’s correct, and she’s still cherry.” Dad poured a finger’s worth of bourbon and sat. “I received the results from the lab. The data in the information packet checks out. From a DNA standpoint, they are exactly what Timms' says they are.”
“They look like sisters.”
“Yes, they do. How old do you think the mother is?”
“Hell, Dad, she looks eighteen, but she has to be thirty or so.”
“The mother is forty years old. She’s had four daughters and is still so tight, it almost hurt.”
“Damn, now I can’t wait to check her out.”
“You will. Now, the plan. First, the vodka,” Dad waved towards the collection of bottles. “A drink or two will loosen up Timms and make him nice and relaxed. During supper, you’ll be very forward with the mother. Get her hot, and it’ll distract him. When it’s time, I’ll tell you to take her elsewhere. Timms will follow, and it’ll be up to you to put on a show. Keep him interested. I’ll get to know the daughter and find out if she is untouched for real.”
“Do you think she is?”
“Hardly, kids start early. I expect she’s had her share. Later, after the “enhanced” vodka has done its work, I’ll renegotiate for a realistic price.
***
Like the previous night, they met the Smiths for drinks. This time, both men were on edge, a tension existed that hadn’t before. Father and son literally sat on the edges of their seats. Stephanie and her mother shared a concerned glance. Yevgeny didn’t seem to notice anything and allowed the senior Smith to keep his glass full. When the housekeeper announced dinner, Yevgeny stumbled twice on his way to the dining room.
Striding to the head of the table, Mr. Smith said, “Tonight, the daughter will be my dinner companion.” He held a chair out. After a quick nod from her mother, Stephanie took the indicated seat.
Yevgeny sat to Stephanie’s right, but most of his attention lay on Daniel and Mom. Smith’s son and her mother sat together near the opposite end of the table. Stephanie kept her eyes down; she didn’t want eye contact with Mr. Smith at all.
Halfway through the first course. Mr. Smith spoke to her. “It’s fascinating how alike you are to your mother. Of course, I saw a great deal more of your mother than I have of you. I admit I’m curious if you’ll enjoy the same sex games as she.”
Stephanie didn’t, couldn’t reply. Even if she did, what would she say?
Her silence must have annoyed the man because he spoke to Yevgeny. “Mr. Timms, please instruct your daughter to respond.”
The table jerked as Yevgeny pulled his attention away from the opposite end of the table. Stephanie dared a peek. Daniel had something going on under the table. Both he and Mom had rosy cheeks and unfocused eyes.
Yevgeny gripped her upper arm, tight enough to hurt. “I asked you to behave, didn’t I?” He leaned closer. “Do you want your mother hurt because you won’t play nice?
Glancing again towards the foot of the table, Stephanie noticed her mother’s rhythmic shudders. Those shudders came in time with the motions of Daniel’s arm.
With a shudder of her own, Stephanie turned to Mr. Smith. She forced herself to look up and smile. “What do you want to know?” she asked.
Smith nodded his thanks to Yevgeny, then focused on her. “Do you think the same as your mother?”
“Mr. Smith, Mom and I look a lot alike. We even like the same things, but we’re two different people.”
“Fair enough,” he said, then paused to watch his son's activities. Mom whimpered softly. The hunger in Smith’s eyes spoke volumes when he turned back. “Tell me how you and she are different.”
Stephanie didn’t dare check again on her mother. She didn’t want to see whatever Daniel did to her. Instead, she kept her eyes on the older man and concentrated on his question. She already knew one answer. The two men Mom didn’t hate, Jason and Jason’s father, she merely distrusted. Stephanie, who hadn’t had her mother’s experiences, liked one special young man.
Unbidden, the memory surfaced of Jason confessing his true feelings. Looking back from tonight’s perspective, she’d been selfish. What would it have hurt to tell him she felt the same? Love was just a word. What if they never saw each other again?
The memory vanished, dispelled by her reality. “Mom prefers non-fiction and reality programs. I read science fiction and play video games.”
“What about sex?”
“What about it? I haven’t done it yet.”
“That’s what your father said. I want to know if it’s true.”
“Of course, it is! I’m only sixteen!”
Smith sat back and rubbed his chin.
The sudden scrape of a chair against the wooden floor pulled everyone’s attention to the far end of the table. Daniel moved behind Mom’s chair, his hands reaching for her breasts.
The elder Smith rapped his knuckles on the table. “Daniel!”
Daniel froze, then turned and glared at his father. “You said I could have her.”
“Yes, but not at the dining room table, at least not now.” Smith waved towards the hallway entrance. “Take the mother somewhere else.”
“C’mon,” Daniel said. He took one of Natalie’s hands and pulled her up.
Yevgeny stood and bellowed, “Nyet!” Stephanie noticed how her father wobbled when he stood.
“Mr. Timms,” Mr. Smith said, “The fee I’ve already paid more than covers the services of your property. Besides, Daniel isn’t going to do anything you won’t enjoy watching.”
While Smith spoke to Yevgeny, Natalie gave Stephanie a confident smile as if saying, don’t worry, sweetie, we got this! After Stephanie smiled back, Mom turned to Daniel and took his arm. “Let’s go somewhere private.”
Yevgeny wavered back and forth as if he couldn’t decide what to do.
From the head of the table, Mr. Smith watched the tableau before speaking, “Make up your mind, Mr. Timms. Either stay and guard your investment or go and watch my son use your pet.”
Without looking back, Yevgeny stumbled after Daniel and Natalie.
A few moments after Yevgeny left, Mr. Smith shook his head. “Your father is an interesting man, but I couldn’t do what he does.”
“Breed and sell slaves?” asked Stephanie. She kept her tone flat.
“Hardly, my dear. If I make you my property, I will breed you as often as possible. No, I meant how Yevgeny plays the cuckold. There are few things more disgusting than a man who enjoys watching his woman fuck another man.”
“Daniel thinks you and he will share me. Doesn’t that make both of you cuckolds?”
Smith threw back his head and laughed. He stood, and at a nearby table, poured a glass of whiskey. “You surprise me,” he said. “I expected someone subservient, and here you are, bold as brass.” He sat back down. “Some men would enjoy breaking you. My son and your father are such. I, on the other hand, think you might be best kept as you are.”
“Really?” she couldn’t suppress the lilt of surprise in her voice.
“Oh, yes. I respect strength.” The older man leaned towards her. “The world belongs to those who master their feelings and control their needs.”
Smith’s hot breath reeked of whiskey and something other than control. This man, whatever his real name might be, intended to possess her. To paraphrase Shakespeare, “Will you, nill you, I will own you.”
But she was her mother’s daughter, and she could handle any single man. Instead of giving ground, she dug in and leaned forward herself. “Why are you telling me this?”
Maybe her strength surprised the man, or maybe it amused him. In either case, he sat back with a smile and sipped his whiskey. “Your father is weak. I’m surprised he managed to acquire a valuable commodity like your mother.”
Stephanie knew she’d hate herself, but Smith’s unceasing arrogance needed a pinprick. “Yevgeny kidnapped Mom from a wealthy and powerful man.”
For a second, the older man’s face went slack, and Stephanie thought she managed to shut him up. Then he tipped his head back and barked out a laugh.” My dear, I simply cannot believe such a tale. Cuckolds, like your father, are the weakest of men.” The old man eased his chair back from the table. “Mr. Timms is asking an exorbitant amount of money for you. Even if his claims about you are true. I don’t think you’re worth it.
“No offense, but I don’t want to be your property anyway.”
His brief glare from her interruption made her daring statement worthwhile. Smith waved a hand as if chasing away an insect. “My dear, everyone is someone or something’s property. Although, in your case, it’s literal. The terms your father set for this meeting make it difficult to determine your exact worth.”
“Don’t buy me then.”
Another glare, this time with some heat. Mr. Smith didn’t like her constant interruptions, too bad.
Smith continued. “I have a proposition for you. One that is in your best interests to accept.”
Stephanie took a chance and looked deep into Smith’s eyes. She saw lust and a crazed determination. Uh, oh, Steffi, this guy is off the chain. “What’s the deal?” Her hands gripped the chair’s arms.
“Mr. Timms likened you to a rare and expensive sports car. Well, the analogy might be apt, but I’ve never bought an automobile without a test drive.”
“A test drive isn’t part of the deal.” She prepared to move.
“Your father is upstairs, watching my son use your mother. No one, other than us, will know what we do together. If I decide to pass on you, whoever buys you won’t know. It will remain our secret.”
“Mr. Smith, even if I wanted to, I can’t. The way Mom and I work, sex changes us. Whoever I end up with won’t be able to bond me without difficulty.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” he waved dismissively. “I’ve read the information. Yet your mother had sex with me last night, several times in fact, without any ill effects, and she is having sex again, right now. If sex were an issue, Mr. Timms wouldn’t treat his pet like a tray of party favors.”
Stephanie couldn’t think of a rejoinder. She also questioned the actual onset of the bond. Mom made it seem like an almost instant thing. What if it took some time?
Smith nodded. “I see you’re thinking about it. You also see the fallacy. One little tryst will hardly make an impact. There is one more item for you to consider. If you do not have sex with me, and if I buy you, I’ll wait until you are completely addicted, then have you perform the most degrading acts I can imagine. I guarantee it will not go well for you.”
“Uh, uh,” Stephanie stood and moved to place her chair between them. “No way!” If she couldn’t give it to Jason, no one could have it without a fight.
Smith moved and fear made Stephane hesitate. He grasped her arms and threw her onto the table. Within the span of a few heartbeats, the surprisingly strong old man pinned her shoulders and propped her knees over his shoulders. In this position, she had almost no leverage.
***
Natalie knelt in front of Daniel and tugged his boxers down. His engorged penis bobbed in front of her. Bah, men and their meat sticks. They’d sulk all night if you laughed at them. A quick sideways glance showed Yevgeny settling in on a chair. She gave him a wink then turned back to this nekulʹturnyy man-child. Daniel’s eyes met hers, and Natalie gave him her best wide-eyed, naughty smile. Oh, yes, please allow me to suck your penis. Give me your semen; you have little else of worth. Keeping her eyes on his, she swallowed his cock.
Sex with anyone other than her owner never quite satisfied her bond. Oh, episodes like last night’s came close. Mr. Smith gave her the bone then pushed buttons she didn’t know she had. Tonight’s announcement that she’d entertain his son came with a pang of disappointment. Still, a girl had to take what pleasures she could. Natalie clamped her lips tight and sucked.
Scant minutes later, the young man’s sudden groan announced his release. Bitter, salty, delicious semen wet her tongue. It flooded her mouth, the amount a pleasant surprise. Daniel’s knees gave way, and he crumpled back onto the bed. Natalie followed, maintaining the suction, and swallowing every drop.
“Oh my god,” Daniel groaned. “I’ve never—” His words cut off when Natalie stood.
The taste of semen woke Natalie’s lust. That, coupled with her irritation with this man’s rude behavior, solidified her plans. Daniel needed to learn a lesson. She removed her dress, leaving only her stockings and heels. When she spoke, her Ukrainian origin tinted her words. “You will do more, yes?”
Daniel nodded, and after kicking his boxers free, crawled back onto the bed. On her knees, Natalie followed, a red fox stalking a helpless little rabbit. Then, with her prey cornered and quivering, the fox spun about, lifting one leg over his chest. Across the room, Yevgeny’s eyes locked with hers. She licked her lips and crawled back, pressing herself onto Daniel’s face.
His tongue and lips worked feverishly. Natalie rocked her hips forward and back, sliding over his face, testing the limits of his…devotion.
“Ahhh…” Natalie purred, satisfied with his willingness. She shifted back, focusing his mouth where it would do her the most good. “You are a good boy, aren’t you?” His vigorous nod sent a shiver up her spine.
Two bed-shaking orgasms later, Natalie took Daniel’s cock back into her mouth. She gave him credit for his unflagging tongue. The son might never equal the father’s raw skill, but quantity did have a certain quality. The tingles built, heralding her third orgasm. It was time to switch up and give Yevgeny his show.
She didn’t understand why Yevgeny enjoyed watching her fuck other people. Nor did she care. Yevgeny owned her, and other than the bone-deep, mind-melting pleasure she received from sex with him, she didn’t like him. She’d happily go two to three weeks between their couplings. Although after the third week, flu-like symptoms reminded Natalie of her addiction. By the fourth week, she could barely move, could barely function, much less think. Twice, so she’d remember her place, he’d made her wait five weeks. Those times, she became like an animal, doing anything and everything necessary to appease the bond. She didn’t think she’d survive six weeks of deprivation.
Glancing at Yevgeny, Natalie noted his drooping posture. His eyes, however, remained bright. She lifted from Daniel’s face at the same time she pulled her mouth free. The young man’s penis remained up and twitching as if seeking her touch. Don’t worry, little penis, you’ll have all the contact you wish.
Turning about slowly, Natalie gave Yevgeny time to savor the view of her wet bottom. The cool air in the room was very noticeable. She poised above Daniel, the head of his penis pressing against her opening. The eyes of her little rabbit alight in anticipation. “Beg me, Daniel,” she whispered. “Say, please.”
“P-please?”
She pushed, allowing his girth to spread her open, to give him a taste. Then she stopped, completely in control. “What’s my name, Daniel?”
“Uh?” The man’s throat worked. “You’re Natalie.” Then he understood. “Please fuck me, Natalie.”
“See,” she said, sinking down, his penis stretching and filling her. “You are such a good boy.”
Daniel’s hands reached towards her breasts. Natalie batted them away and pressed his wrists to the mattress. The message clear; he was to lay there while she fucked him. After he understood, she rewarded him by leaning forward and allowing him to suckle her breasts. The same mouth that pleasured her moments before, did so again. she revised her opinion of his skill. With her tutelage, this one might be worth something. The mental image of auctioning off a string of trained lovers made her chuckle.
Once again, the tingles built, adding layers to what promised to become a superior orgasm. Daniel groaned and bucked. Each bump edged her closer. He groaned again, this time with an edge of alarm, the internal stretch increased as he swelled. Not yet, little rabbit, she reached back and flicked a finger against his testicles.
Daniel flinched, his eyes opened wide in surprise and something else. Fear? Betrayal?
“Not yet.” she purred.
With his rise to orgasm reset, Natalie set to work on her third release, each downward stroke accompanied with a grind against his pelvis. Close, closer, the muscles in her thighs fluttered. Orgasm number three swept over her. Natalie gasped, her strokes abruptly chaotic. Her pelvic muscles squeezed and squeezed and squeezed.
When she opened her eyes, Natalie found herself lying on top of Daniel, still impaled on his member. He was so erect, his penis throbbed with each beat of his heart. Her cheek, where it pressed against his chest, felt damp. She sat up and wiped her face, surprised the wetness felt like tears. Below her, the younger Smith gazed up, his eyes wide and full of wonder.
Satisfied with the quality of her performance, Natalie turned her head to see if Yevgeny agreed. After this little show, he’d screw her until she blacked out. Yevgeny sat perfectly still, his head back. He wasn’t breathing.
Natalie lifted up, trying to get to Yevgeny. Daniel pulled her back onto him. Well, he tried. Natalie noticed the extra drag and dealt with it expeditiously. She reached back and delivered a brutal, open-handed slap to his genitals.
By the time Daniel recoiled away, Natalie had Yevgeny on the floor and began rescue breathing. His pulse was present, but weak. She gave him another two breathes. “Daniel?” Natalie called.
The bed rustled, and Daniel rolled over to sit on the edge of the bed. Both hands covered his junk. The rabbit’s eyes widened at the sight of Yevgeny. “Shit, is he dead?”
Natalie gave Yevgeny another two breaths. “I need a first aid kit, one with an auto-defibrillator.”
“Right,” he answered and ran out of the room. It surprised the hell out of her when he returned, first aid kit in hand.
The kit included a state-of-the-art automated external defibrillator. Natalie activated it and followed the device's instructions. After pressing the “Analyze” button, she continued with the rescue breathing. The AED advised no shocks were necessary. A minute later, Yevgeny took a breath on his own.
“Jeez,” Daniel whined, plopping onto the bed, “Dad never expected this.” Seconds later, he stood on his toes, Natalie’s left hand around his neck.
“What did you do to Yevgeny?” she asked.
“GAAHH…I didn’t do anything. I swear! It was all Dad’s idea.”
She stroked his manhood with her free hand. “Tell me, Daniel, or I’ll hurt you.”
“D-Dad d-drugged the vodka.” He paused, but when Natalie didn’t say anything, he continued. “He wanted to screw Stephanie and get a better price.”
“Shit.” Natalie released Daniel, and he crumpled to his knees. “Go,” she commanded. “Stand in the corner.” Daniel hobbled away, eager to comply. Natalie returned to the floor, watching Yevgeny.
Minutes passed. Daniel coughed. “Excuse me, Natalie?”
“What?” she didn’t turn away from her owner.
“Aren’t you worried about Stephanie?”
“No. You should worry about your father.”
***
Stephanie found her parents upstairs. The second door on the left opened to a well-furnished bedroom with a seriously rumpled bed. In the far corner of the room, Daniel huddled naked in the corner. On the floor, in the center of the room, Mom bent over Yevgeny.
“Mom? Stephanie cried out while running in, “are you all right?”
Instead of answering, her mother held up a finger, the universal symbol for “Wait!” Yevgeny groaned like a weak puppy. Mom sat back but continued to watch him. Once Yevgeny continued to breathe on his own, she spoke. “I’m fine, sweetie. What happened to Mr. Smith?”
“The old perv tried to rape me, so I kicked him. Maybe you could check him for me? One of his pupils is a lot bigger than the other.”
“Concussion,” Mom nodded. “Was he breathing?”
“Yeah. I tied him up before coming to find you.”
“Good. Come here and watch Yevgeny. I need to get dressed.”
“What about him?” Stephanie nodded towards the man cowering in the corner.
Mom shook out her dress and slipped it over her head. “Daniel won’t give us any trouble.” She turned and gave him a stern look. “Will you?”
“No, ma’am.” Daniel shook his head. His feet slid out from under him when he tried to push further back into the corner.
Mr. Smith remained on the dining room floor, hog-tied with drapery tiebacks. Mom rolled him over and grimaced when she saw the heel-shaped bruise forming on his forehead. “Sweetie, I’m glad you wore flats.”
Smith began a slurred diatribe, threatening legal action against Stephanie for attempted murder.
Mom stepped back. “Hold him up, sweetie.”
Stephanie stepped forward, and with one hand, lifted the older man to his feet. Even concussed, Mr. Smith knew when to keep quiet.
Looking the old man in the eye, Natalie said. “Mr. Smith, your biggest problem isn’t my daughter. My owner, who you drugged, will come for you as soon as he recovers. I do not envy you or your son.” When she stepped back, Stephanie released her grip. The old man screamed when he hit the floor.
Outside, at the van, Natalie and Stephanie eased Yevgeny onto the van’s back seat. The door to the house clicked open, and footsteps scuffed across the asphalt. Stephanie turned and crouched, prepared to attack. If that old perv is coming after me…
“Natalie?” The voice, though, belonged to the old perv’s son. They’d left Daniel huddled upstairs. At Mom’s request, he’d promised to stay put.
Inside the van, Natalie sighed. “Damn it, let me out, sweetie.”
Eavesdropping was not something Stephanie usually did, but for this, she made an exception.
“What are you doing here?” Mom demanded.
“I – I want to apologize.”
“You want to apologize to me?”
“Yeah. What we did was shitty. I didn’t expect you to be…a person. I’m sorry.”
“No human has ever apologized to me. Thank you.”
“Look, I have my own money. Not as much as Dad, and…not enough to buy Stephanie, but if you two want to come with me, I’ll keep you safe. Natalie, no one should have to do what you did.”
Mom turned back to the van and said, “Stephanie, keep an eye on Yevgeny, I’m going to say goodbye to Daniel.
Ten minutes later, Stephanie slid behind the wheel and engaged the van’s autopilot. In the back, Mom sat next to Yevgeny and watched him breathe.
“Mom? What just happened? I can’t believe—”
“Daniel fetched the first aid kit that might have saved Yevgeny’s life. All I did was say thanks, the best way I know. Besides, it was the only time I’ve ever done it of my own free will.”
Not knowing what the Smiths might do, they stopped at the motel, and Mom checked them out.
Stephanie and her mother took turns sitting behind the steering wheel while the van drove itself home. Outside of St Louis, Yevgeny woke, and Mom filled him in until he drifted off again. Near Indianapolis, Yevgeny woke again and insisted they turn around. He wanted to murder Mr. Smith. It took Mom a lot of patient words to change his mind. Never had Stephanie seen this type of interaction between her parents. In an odd and very dysfunctional fashion, they reminded her of Jason’s parents. Oh, my goodness, Jason!
He had to be frantic. Alfred’s cameras always worked, and Jason had to know when they left on this trip. Worrying about him made it easy to tune out her parents. Their conversation had become, in an odd way, sappy. She really didn’t need to know their pet names.
At a rest stop outside of Columbus, Stephanie slipped away from her parents. A public internet terminal gave her an idea. Opening the email client, she sent a message to their shared inbox.
Mom glared at her when she slipped back behind Yevgeny.
Back home, Mom carried Yevgeny upstairs and put him to bed. Stephanie carried the bags inside and needing to unwind, put the tea kettle on the stove. Later, Mom, with her hair in a towel and wearing a pink kimono, joined her.
Stephanie poured a cup of tea and passed it across the table. “How do you do it, Mom? You’re like Superwoman.”
“Well,” Mom said with superhero-like bombast, “if you can avoid tripping over your cape, the rest is easy.” She sipped the tea, and her eyes popped open. “What did you do to this?”
“Like it?”
“I love it! Mmm, it’s so bitter, it's wonderful.”
“I added a dash of Yevgeny's aromatic bitters.”
After taking another appreciative sip, Mom set her cup down. “Speaking of heroics, you’ve done me proud, daughter.”
Thinking Mom meant her knocking out Mr. Smith, she replied. “It’s not like I had a choice.”
“Don’t downplay how well you kept calm." She saluted Stephanie with her teacup. "Now, to the important item. Do you still miss Jason?”
“I do,” she felt a goofy smile sneak out. “I miss him a lot.”
“I thought so. Hold still, I still need to check you out.” Mom leaned forward and held the palm of her hand against Stephanie’s forehead. After a few seconds, she frowned.
“What’s wrong, Mom?”
“You don’t feel any warmer than usual. I thought you said you missed Jason?”
“I’d be with him right now if not for…” Instead of finishing, she glanced upwards. Her point clear.
“But you're not running a fever. Are you nauseous?”
“No, nothing like that.”
“Joint pain?”
“Nope!”
Mom sat back and frowned. “I don’t get it. How is it you’re missing Jason so much, yet not showing any symptoms?” Mom tapped an index finger to her lips and frowned. “Could it be?” She leaned forward. “Tell me, do you enjoy his company? When he smiles, how do you feel?”
“Of course, I do. And when Jay smiles at me,” Stephanie grinned again, “All I want is him.”
“I wouldn’t have thought it possible. One of my daughters…”
“What?”
“Um, hmm. And when Jason kisses you? How do you feel?”
“Mom!” Stephanie felt her face heat up. “Do I have to answer that?”
“Does it make you squirmy, like you want more, and that you don't want it to stop?”
“Yes, but—”
“All that and no symptoms. Well, there’s only one thing it can be.”
“What?” Mom had her worried.
“Infatuation. You, little miss, aren’t doing what you’re supposed to be doing. What base is Romeo at?”
“Mom! I can’t...that’s embarrassing.”
“This is too important to screw up. When Pavlo took me home, he ran all the bases in one night. I never had time to experiment.”
“Jason and I are still at first base.” That wasn’t exactly true. Jason regularly got to second base. If the tingles got too distracting, she’d push his hands away.
“Well, it’s not enough. You and Romeo need to take it up a notch. Think steamy, but don’t let it get to a monsoon.”