The Lottery - Complete

wikman · Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 10:54 pm Post subject: The Lottery - Complete

The Lottery

A story in 40 chapters by an unknown writer from the early days of the internet. Perhaps one of the greatest sex-stories ever written, it tells the story of Paul Reiner, who takes home the greatest lottery pot in US history and soon starts collecting willing young sex-slaves 16-21 yrs old. It covers a wide range of sexual depravations, but does so without loosing track of the plotline and character development.

I did not write this story. English is not even my first language, so I could never dream of the accomplishment. The author is unknown, as far as I have been able to find out. I cannot even find the story online nowadays, so this is a real "find", you guys! Here ya go:

Chapter 1 - Hobby

What does a hundred million dollars buy? Want to find out? Just win the
lottery. That's what I did.

My name is Paul Reiner. I hit the biggest pot in U.S. history-by myself.
Knowing what a lovely target that made me I carefully set up several smoke
screens and promptly fell off the face of the planet.

Discreet inquires found a lovely little Victorian monstrosity for me to live
in, complete with staff, pool, and obligatory stone statuary. I bought an
expensive sports car. Superb electronic toys. The best in food and wine.

And I quickly got to the point of total boredom. So I took a trip to Tahiti.
Then Europe. The Bahamas. Mexico. And I grew more bored.

I met many women, had a few flings. Got more bored. By the end of the second
year I'd seen and done everything I'd ever wanted to do. All my dreams were
fulfilled.

It was horrible. Everything was so easy I didn't want to do anything. I lost
the friends I'd had before the lottery and failed to make any new ones. I
started sleeping longer to pass the time quickly. I drove my household staff
to distraction. When the gardener quit I took over for him. When the maid quit
I did her job too.

Only my cook stayed, an old lady on the slippery side of eighty. She had a
sharp tongue and took no foolishness from me. I really liked her. Toward the
end of the third year she passed away. I made sure she had a fine funeral, not
too lavish (I'd learned that much, at least), but more than she'd put aside
for herself.

Aside from me only a handful of people came. When the service ended I went
home and cried myself to sleep. I spent several weeks sunk in gloom and doom.
Too depressed to make much effort I ordered so much pizza the pizza parlor
started delivering them without my calling.

I put on twenty pounds too much and thought about drinking. It seemed too
stupid, somehow.

One day my sense of self-preservation rebelled. Here I was, probably one of
the richest men in the world (as far as discretionary income went), and I
wasn't having any fun! That just wasn't right!

So I looked around for a hobby. Most people collect things like cars, art, or
jewelry. That was too easy. I decided to collect something really challenging.

Sex slaves.

To make it interesting (and legal) I set some strict guidelines. First and
foremost the girl had to be willing and enter the arrangement with full
knowledge and consent.

Second, she had to be intelligent, witty, and charming in addition to being
submissive. Third, I would take only one girl of each major somatype. One
blonde, one brunette, one red-head, one oriental, one black, etc.

And to make things genuinely difficult, the girl had to be a virgin, between
eighteen and twenty-two years of age, new to sex slavery.

That, I figured, would make things difficult enough to be interesting. After
all, if something's worth doing, it's worth over-doing, right?

So I began.

wikman · Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 10:57 pm Post subject:

Chapter 2 Search

The first step was to get myself into shape. A careful program of weight
lifting, running, aerobics, and some less formal exercises had the weight off
gradually.

Meanwhile I started to explore the underworld of sexual slavery, bondage, and
its related specialties. Always bizarre, often ominous, and occasionally
downright sick, this erotic substrata of the human soul proved fascinating. I
found it has many different layers and branches in all directions.

An unwary traveller may often find they have gone deeper than they ever
intended, and lose themselves in the strange pleasures to be found there.
Sometimes they never come back.

The world of bondage is a strange blend of danger and trust, excitement and
pain, pleasure and denial. Move far enough in one direction and you find
yourself entering some new aspect.

Sadomasochism, for example, is the darkest deepest pit in the world of sex
slavery. Here it's no longer a game, here the pain is real, torture is
ascendent.

Other aspects include physical restraint, mild pain, enemas, "kidnap" games,
sexual torment by orgasm denial, and a hundred others.

I oriented myself, setting the boundaries of what I would require my slaves to
do and what I wouldn't. I prepared a contract that explained the duties of the
slave and what I could force them to do.

I also bought sex toys, bondage gear, punishment tools, and all the gadgets
near and dear to the hearts of bondage devotees. I fitted out my basement as a
dungeon, and several of the bedrooms were redecorated in Modern Rape.

One of the bathrooms I remodeled into an enema parlour for less than willing
slaves. A second became a sensory deprivation tank. The library annex
became filled with all manner of bondage erotica, tapes, books, and magazines.

As a coup de gras I installed a color closed circuit television system
covering the bedrooms, the two modified bathrooms, the library and the
dungeon. Various other cameras covered the outside, like the statuary garden.
It had full stereo sound and hooked to a bank of VCR's. It set me back about
forty-thousand dollars, but would probably be worth it's weight in raw
pornographic material.

Finally, I began the search for my harem. My explorations had turned up
several contact magazines which I placed ads. I put discreet ads in several
"men" magazines for women, and even one major lingerie/sex toy catalog. I
advertised in as many European and Asian sex magazines as I could find. I made
quiet contact with influential figures in the adult < < CENSORED > > industry.

The word spread. Someone was looking for young virgins to become sex slaves.
They had to be smart, pretty, and full willing. Someone who had money was
willing to spend it to find a harem of inexperienced, young, docile women to
do lewd and perverted things to their bodies.

The response was nothing short of astounding. By the end of the first month
over a thousand responses poured in. The volume doubled the next month, and
doubled again the third month. By the second week I had to buy a computer and
a pair of large filing cabinets to keep track of them all. I carefully entered
vital statistics and filed letters and accompanying photos away where I could
find them again in a hurry. During the last month it took twelve hours a day
just to read and file the letters.

It was a tough job, but somebody had to do it!

After the third month volume slackened sharply, to about a hundred letters a
week. After six months the responses stopped altogether. All told: 8,326
responses. 1,202 turned out to be instantly rejectable which left 7,124
genuine responses.

The bulk of responses came from the United States. The next largest chunk came
from Asia, mainly Japan and Hong Kong. Only a smattering were from Europe,
with most of those from Scandinavian countries like Sweden and Denmark.

Seven thousand responses was a gargantuan pile of work. I dove in gleefully.
All 7,124 respondents got letters back. The biggest headache was actually
deciding who should be rejected. Sometimes it was easy, like the lady who was
53 years old. Most of the time it wasn't.

How do you reject someone who has offered to become your slave? Especially
when the girl is mouth-wateringly beautiful? But if I was to actually assemble
a harem it had to be done.

In the end it got ridiculous. I remember one girl was rejected because she had
short hair. I rejected others because I didn't like their photograph, or I
didn't care for their letter, or they just didn't appeal to me.

To those girls I sent my sincere apologies. It was a carefully worded form
letter that I tried to make as complimentary as possible. I hoped it didn't
make anyone angry or feel rejected.

The first pass cut all but five hundred applicants. To these five hundred a
second letter went out, explaining (in slightly more detail) that I was
looking for a sex slave who would be required to do what she was told, which
might include sexual activities she would find shocking, distasteful, or
humiliating.

While she would never be in danger of physical injury or severe pain, mild
pain (such as spanking) could and probably would be administered to her.

This time I got three hundred responses. The others decided that it really
didn't appeal to them after all. To these 300 I sent a third letter.

This time I stated flat out that during part of her day she'd be vulnerable to
"rape", ie. forced sex. If she refused she could be restrained and compelled
to perform.

This condition chilled all but 73 applicants. To those I sent a cassette tape,
picture, and short letter. The tape was a ten minute introduction about myself
to let the girls hear my voice. The letter told them to use the tape to make a
similar introduction about themselves, and to include two sexual fantasies,
their favorite, and one they enjoyed thinking about but considered too wild to
actually do.

I also enclosed an affidavit for them to sign, indicating they understood
exactly what I was offering, and that they not only agreed but eagerly
volunteered for it.

The affidavit said, in part, "If selected I understand that from 6 P.M. to 6
A.M. of every day I will become a sexual slave. I understand that I will have
no control over how my body will be used, that if I resist in any manner I may
be physically restrained and forced to submit. The prospect of this excites me
and I further understand that no actual harm, severe pain, or risk of
pregnancy or infection will be inflicted on me. During the periods of my
slavery I waive any and all possibility of my being raped."

Surprisingly, I got back all 73 affidavits, with taped fantasies.

Now the selection process became painful. All the remaining finalists were
really attractive in one way or another, and each I felt would make an
excellent slave girl. Listening to the tapes made me impatient to finish
things and get to the real meat of the matter.

Since I'd decided to collect one from each major somatype I had some help
dividing the finalists into manageable chunks. Some categories had only a few
girls, others had over two dozen. With such an embarrassment of riches I
finally made my choices.

Chapter 3 Gathering

From the first ad to the final choice seven months passed. I finally narrowed
the cast of thousands down to 12, all from the United States. With my list of
phone numbers, and a checklist of things to say, I sat down to make the calls.

The first call was to the Japanese candidate, living in Palo Alto, California.
Her name was Aki Yamoto.

"Hello?" A quiet voice answered on the second ring.

"Aki Yamoto, please."

"This is she."

"Aki, this is Paul Reiner.

"Oh! Hello!" Aki sounded flustered.

"Can you speak freely?" I asked, feeling my gut tighten.

"Yes, I am alone." She sounded nervous too.

"Congratulations, Aki. I've decided to accept your application as a sex slave.
If you're still interested, that is."

"Oh, I very much interested! Thank you!" It sounded like I'd just told her
she'd won a million dollars. "I don't know what to say." She had a heavy
accent that made her hard to understand until you got used to it.

"You realize you'll have to move here to South Carolina, don't you? That means
you'll have to quit your job, pack up lock, stock, and barrel, and move here?"

"I knew that." She said. "I see no problems. You will help with relocation
expenses?"

"Of course." I said. "I will assume all costs. Just tell me when you're ready
and a truck will arrive for your things. There'll be a plane ticket for you
and your things will be here no later than two days after you arrive. The only
problem might be your car. Have you thought about it?"

"It not much of a car." She admitted. "I no miss it, I just sell it to car
dealer."

I grinned, struck by a sudden thought. Casually, I said. "What kind of car do
you have?"

"It an old green Civic." She said. "Why?"

"Just curious." I lied. "You like Hondas, then?"

"It is affordable. It gets me where I'm going, so I no complain."

"I bet you'd rather be driving a sports car." I probed. "Something small, in,
oh, say red?"

"No, I not the sports car type." Aki laughed. "To tell you truth a Civic suits
me just fine. I rather my car was blue, and maybe a little newer, but other
than that I satisfied."

"Hmm." New blue Civic I scribbled next to her name. "You aren't afraid of
flying, are you?"

"I don't know, I never flown." Aki said. "I don't think I have any trouble."

"Ok, that just about covers everything. There's just one more question I want
to ask you, Aki. How do you feel about all this?"

"I don't know." She answered slowly. "It like a dream. I keep thinking this
can't be real. But I want it very much."

"And I'm honored you accepted, Aki. When you've made your preparations give me
a call and I'll set everything in motion. Good night, Aki. Sweet dreams, slave
girl." I gave her my phone number.

"Thank you-master san." She answered quietly. I hung up, feeling a glow
inside. I made a note to send Aki a thousand dollars to help with her
relocating. Then I called the next girl, the Vietnamese candidate, Thuy Li
Min, who also lived in California, in Los Angelos.

"Li Min residence." A man's voice answered. Oops.

"Thuy Li Min, please." I said, hoping my voice didn't tremble. This could be a
problem.

"Just a moment." There was a muffled call. After a second a click sounded as
another extension picked up.

"I have it, father." Thuy's voice said. I recognized it from the tape. A
second click indicated her father (father???) had hung up.

"Hello, this is Thuy." She said.

"Thuy, this is Paul Reiner. May we speak freely?"

"Oh, god! Wait just a second!" There were background noises and the sound of a
door closing.

"Hi!" A breathless voice said. "Sorry about that."

"You do recognize me, don't you?" I asked dryly.

"Oh, yes! I answered your ad for a sex slave."

"Um, yes." I said, taken aback. I knew Thuy was 18, and still living at home.
But what kind of home? "I've decided to accept you."

"Excuse me?"

"I've decided that you are a suitable slave girl. If you're still interested,
that is."

"Oh I am! Wow, this is incredible!" She exclaimed. "I never thought I had a
chance."

"Before we go on, I have to ask. Are you at least 18 years old? Because if you
aren't I can't accept you."

"I turned eighteen two months ago." She said. "I'm legally an adult, and I can
do as I please."

"Do your parents know about this?" I asked.

"No. And they won't find out, either." Thuy said. "I hope."

"How are you going to explain leaving home to them?" I asked. "I mean, won't
it make them wonder?"

"No." Thuy said. "I've been hinting about leaving home for some time. I'll
tell them I've gotten a job in South Carolina. It'll be cool."

"Just like that?" I wondered aloud. "Well, it's your life. I won't tell you
how to run it-yet." She chuckled with me.

"You will help with the moving expenses, right?" she asked.

"Yes, I'll take care of all your relocation expenses. Tell me when you're
ready, and I'll have a truck pick up your things, and send you a plane ticket.
Your things will be here no later than two days after you arrive. The only
problem might be your car."

"I don't have a car." Thuy said. "I drive my mom's."

"Then, welcome Thuy Li Min. I look forward to your call. Sweet dreams, slave
girl." And I gave her my phone number.

"That sounds so sexy, Paul. Sweet dreams."

As I hung up it struck me just what I was doing. In less than a month, if
everything went well, I'd have a dozen young women at my beck and call. I
smiled and called the third girl.

Mei Wu was the Chinese candidate, and like the other two orientals lived in
California, more specifically San Francisco. Unlike Aki and Thuy, who came
from more or less middle class backgrounds, Mei came from a wealthy family.
She was an admitted female playboy who didn't work and needed no financial
assistance.

"Hello."

"Mei Wu, please."

"This is Mei." The girl said cheerfully.

"Mei, this is Paul Reiner. I'm calling to let you know I'm accepting your
application as a sex slave. If you're still interested?"

"Very much so." She said. She had the faintest British accent, making her
voice lilt pleasantly. "I'm thrilled. In fact I'm standing here beside
myself." She giggled.

Did you ever notice men chuckle, but women giggle? The sound sent gratifying
shivers through my libido.

"Short Circuit." I accused her. "Ben, talking about Stephenie coaxing Number
Five."

"Right!" Mei sounded surprized. "You know you're the first one who ever caught
that?"

"I'm so pleased." I laughed. Our first conversation was going marvelously. Aki
had been pleasant, Thuy incoherent with shock, but Mei was relaxed, as though
we were old friends. I could tell I'd made a wise choice.

"Listen, Mei, I'm going to have to say a few things, just to make sure you
fully understand what you're getting into, ok?"

"Go ahead. But I'm fairly sure you've explained yourself already."

"First, you'll live here with me and several other slave girls as part of a
harem. Every night, from 6 P.M. to 6 A.M. the next morning you become my
slave. If I want to do something, and you don't, I win. Is that clear?"

"Yes, master." Mei said. I could imagine her smiling. My eye fell on her
picture. A warm glow spread through me, as it had with Aki. This was going to
be good!

"Of course, from 6 A.M. to 6 P.M. you'll be free to leave, and no hard
feelings. But at night I can force you to do whatever I want, and you'll be
helpless to resist. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master." Her goodwill was still there, although masked by a sober tone.

"I might tie you spread-eagle and then have one of your harem sisters make
love to you-in fact that definitely will happen sooner or later."

"I understand. And I approve." Not I agree but I approve. This was definitely
a first rate slave girl!

"I'm glad. Now, about relocation. Any problems?"

"Give me your address and I can be there tomorrow afternoon." Mei said.

"Wow." I said. "What's the holdup?" She laughed, a real appreciative full
throated laugh. I had to join in, even though the joke wasn't all that funny.

"Seriously, master, I don't have many things holding me up. What few affairs I
have to wrap up I can do from there as well as from here."

"I'll be glad to have you." I gave her my address, and told her I'd have a
chopper stand by at the Pine Ridge airport to ferry her in.

"Now, that's what I call first rate service." She smiled, and yes, damn it, I
could hear it.

"Be warned, Mei Wu." I said in a mock serious voice, "I intend to put you to
work the instant you arrive, and will at the first opportunity do lewd and
perverted things to your body."

"Promises, promises." She teased mischievously. "Is your slave to scrub floors
and wash windows, oh glorious master?"

"No." I said, then paused. The silence at the other end grew awkward.

"Well, then what?" Mei asked in good-humored exasperation.

"You'll help me coordinate the relocation effort for the other slave girls."

"No problem. I've had a lot of experience schedule hopping. It should come in
handy. Oh, by the way, how many other slaves are there going to be?"

"< < CENSORED > >."

"< < CENSORED > >?" She asked in amazement, then paused. "Oh, I get it. An even dozen.
Are you sure you're up to having a dozen young nubile slave girls drooling
over your magnificent body?"

"No." I admitted cheerfully. "It's a grueling responsibility, but I shall
shoulder it manfully and never shirk-" At this point Mei lost it. Our laughter
stretched across a continent.

"Listen, Mei, I've got to cut this short." I said, still grinning. "I am
really honored by your choosing to become my slave. I'll do everything in my
power to insure you never regret it. Are you sure we've covered everything?"

"Sure am. I'll be at Pine Ridge by three o'clock."

"I'll make sure the helicopter is standing by. Sweet dreams, my little slave
girl. And here's a thought to sleep on, you'll lose your virginity tomorrow
night."

"I hear you, master, and obey." Mei murmured softly.

"Goodbye, Mei."

"Goodbye, master." As I hung up the phone a wild exultation raged through me.
I threw back my head and whooped. I hadn't felt this way since the day I'd won
the lottery.

I just hoped this turned out better than that had.

The next call was to Seattle, Washington, to the black candidate.

"Hello?" A low husky voice answered.

"Gina Washington, please."

"I'm Gina."

"Gina, this is Paul Reiner. May we speak freely?"

"Oh! Sure. How are you?"

"I'm fine. Listen, the reason I called is to let you know I've decided you'll
make a terrific sex slave. If you're still interested, that is."

"I-uh-yeah. I'm interested." Her voice actually trembled.

"Are you ok, Gina?" I asked.

"I'm ok. Scared out of my shoes, but otherwise I'm fine."

"There's nothing to be afraid of." I let my voice warm up. "If you don't want
to do this we can stop it right here."

"No! I mean, I'm fine. I want to do this, it's just it's so sudden, you know?"

"I understand. Listen, we'll take it as slowly as you like. I want to ask you
a few questions if that's all right?"

"Sure."

"You realize you'll have to move out here? That means quitting your job and
probably selling your car. I'll take care of all your relocation expenses, of
course."

"Of course." She echoed numbly. "Listen, can I have a while to think this
over? This is a big step and I don't want to rush into it."

"Take all the time you need." I said, feeling her slipping off the hook. "Do
you have any questions you'd like me to answer?"

"Um, well, let me think." Static crackled for several seconds. "Can I bring my
dog?"

"I didn't know you had a dog. What kind is it?"

"Just a mixed up mutt. He's not very big."

"Of course you can bring him, Gina. I'd never dream of separating you from
your pet. What's his name?"

"Socks. He's adorable, you'll really like him. Uh, you like dogs, don't you?"

"Very much." I answered. "I had a dog named Juki when I was a < CENSORED >. When he
died it hurt me so much I've never been able to get another one."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up painful memories."

"It was a long time ago. I grieved for him, now I can remember the good
times." There was an awkward silence.

"Are you still there, Gina?" I asked, more to break the silence than anything
else.

"Yes, I'm still here. Sorry."

"No problem. Listen, there's something I wanted to ask you. You can tell me to
mind my own business if you want, but I am curious."

"What is it?"

"Well, just why do you want to become a slave girl? Being black, I'd think
you'd be rather sensitized in the opposite direction."

"That's kind of hard for me to answer." Gina said slowly. "The thought of
being helpless while someone makes love to me is very exciting. I don't really
know why. And the thought of being forced to do it sends jolts through me.
Does that sound crazy?"

"Not in the slightest." I assured her. "You realize there will be other slave
girls in the harem with you?"

"No, I didn't." Gina said.

"Does that bother you? Would you feel threatened or humiliated by them?"

"No, I don't think so. At least there'd be someone to talk to."

"Half of each day you'll be free as a bird. You'll be able to come and go as
you please.. The rest of the time you'll be at my mercy. If I want to fuck you
up the ass while you're bound over a chair I will. If I tell you to make love
to another slave girl you'll either do it or be whipped. Does that frighten
you?"

"Yes." She answered.. "But it excites me too. I want to be your slave, Paul,
but I'm scared. Let me have some time to think it over."

"Take all the time you need. Call me when you reach a decision. You can even
use my dime."

"Excuse me?"

"You can call collect." I gave her my phone number, wondering if she'd be
insulted by the offer. Ever since the funeral I'd been very careful about
offering anyone money. Some people resented it.

"Thank you. Listen, Socks is begging for his dinner, so I'd better go. I'll
call you soon, whichever way I decide. Ok?"

"Fine, Gina. Whichever way you decide, I think you're a remarkable lady, and
I'm glad to have talked with you. Pleasant dreams, and make the decision that
will leave you the happiest."

"You're very kind. Thank you." Her voice lit up. We said goodbye and I hung up
the phone.

Gina represented a challenge. I didn't know which way she'd jump. I doubted
even she knew at this point.

I decided I'd have time for two more girls, who were in the Mountain time
zone.

Rachel Two-Feathers lived in Tucson with her parents. She was a full blooded
Apache. She'd been the only American Indian to apply, so I wanted her badly.
My collecting instincts, I'm afraid, overcame my sense.

"Hello."

"Rachel Two-Feathers, please."

"This is Rachel."

"Rachel, this is Paul Reiner. May we speak freely?"

"I'm afraid not." She said slowly.

"Your parents are about." I guessed.

"Yes." Rachel's tone was carefully casual.

"Should I call back later?"

"It's a bit late, we were about to go to bed. Why don't you try back tomorrow
morning, say about ten?"

"I understand. Oh, by the way, congratulations. I'll talk to you tomorrow at
ten."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye." I sat the phone down. That had been interesting. She'd very
smoothly handled a delicate situation and gave me a new contact time. Rachel
had possibilities. Ah, well. Next!

"Jahrain residence." A cultured male voice with a stiff and proper British
accent answered.

"Alima Jahrain, please." I said.. Alima was the Arabic candidate, daughter of
a man who had about half as much money as I did. The voice on the other end of
the phone was undoubtedly attached to a very proper English butler of the old
school.

"Miss Jahrain is indisposed this evening, sir. May I tell her who called for
her, please?" I raised one eyebrow, debating what I should do. Shrugging I
said.

"Paul Reiner."

"Very good, sir. I have been instructed that your call was expected. One
moment please. Miss Jahrain will be with you shortly."

"Thank you." Your call was expected? Cocky little minx, wasn't she? It would
be interesting to see how she reacted to being gagged and blindfolded.

Suddenly a light on the base of my phone started flashing red. Hmm, I thought
to myself, this is getting interesting.

In a moment of rampant paranoia I'd bought phone tap detection equipment. That
little red light meant that someone or something was listening in.

"Your slave awaits your pleasure, master." Alima's voice wafted over the phone
line. She had a very sexy, sultry voice and an introductory tape that had
aroused my interest, along with other things.

"Are you aware that your phone is tapped?" I asked mildly.

"What?" She asked blankly. I'd caught her completely by surprize.

"Your phone is being monitored." I repeated.

"Shit." She said disgustedly. "And I thought this was a clean line. Are you
sure?"

"Well, no, but that's what my gadget is telling me. Since this is the first
time it's complained I'd be inclined to believe it."

"Damn, damn, damn." She seemed more annoyed than dismayed.

"I take it you're used to this?" I inquired with interest.

"Yes. It must be my father. No one else would dare."

"Perhaps someone trying to blackmail you?"

"No." She said, amused. "Definitely my father."

"Would it do any good to call back, do you think?" I asked, liking the crazy
feel of the situation. Whoever was monitoring would certainly know what Alima
was up to.

"No. I don't care if he does know." The Arabic girl said decisively. "We can
speak freely."

"As you wish. Congratulations, you made it, if you're still interested."

"You mean I'm to be part of your harem?" Alima squeaked excitedly. I winced.
Whoever was monitoring just hit the jackpot. Probably running straight to
daddy. I wondered who else had been expecting this call?

"Alima, since you've just spilled the beans to whoever is listening we might
as well make sure we understand one another. Ok?"

"Yes, master." Alima said. I sighed. Alima giggled.

"First of all, you'll be expected to live here in South Carolina with me and
the other slave girls. Second, you'll be free to leave during the hours of 6
A.M. to 6 P.M. However, during the other half of the day you'll be a total and
complete sex slave. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master."

"During the periods of your slavery the word 'no' will disappear from your
vocabulary. If you refuse, I can force you to do whatever I like. You will
yield every bodily orifice to me or any partner I specify. You will spend much
of your time bound, gagged, and/or blindfolded."

"If you don't please me you will be punished. I guarantee the punishment will
be something you'll strive to avoid in the future. It might be a paddle, or a
whip, a large enema, some sex act you find degrading, or being humiliated in
front of the other girls. Do you understand that?

"I understand, master." Alima said, a trifle impatiently.

"Do you also understand that a slave girl should never, under any
circumstances, be insolent?"

It went right past her.

"Of course, master." She said. I rolled my eyes.

"Assuming, of course, that you'll be permitted to come, what time can I expect
you?"

"Assuming I'll be permitted-" Alima erupted. "Who's going to stop me?"

"Your father comes to mind." I answered dryly. "After he hears this tape I'd
imagine you'll be rather too tied up to get away-or even move."

"I do as I like!" The girl fumed. "Nobody's going to stop me!" I chuckled.
This was a humble little slave girl begging her master to accept her? Right.

"Why do you want to be a slave, Alima? You don't strike me as the humble type.
I'd think the thought of being helpless and ordered about would irritate you."

"Not if the man was strong enough." Alima said. "To be taken and used by
someone too powerful to resist is very appealing to me. I've never met anyone
like that."

Oh ho! Here was the challenge I'd been seeking. "That attitude is likely to
get you into trouble, Alima. Fair warning."

"If you really are my master, you'll know how to handle me." Alima said. Hmm.
That was a thought. I wonder what Daddy would make of that. Of course, if
Alima was as spoiled as she sounded, maybe he'd be glad of some help...

"When can you come?" I asked.

"It'll take me some time to get organized." Alima said. "A week."

"Fine, I'll see you then. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, master." There was a click. My little red light continued to flash.

"Hi there." I said conversationally. "You might as well pick up, I can see you
breathing. Oh, come now. Stop sulking and talk to me." I coaxed. "What's a
little voyeurism between friends?" Nothing happened for a moment and I was
just reaching for the cutoff when a click made me pause. The little red light
stopped flashing.

"Good evening, Mr Reiner." An urbane male voice, with a slight accent said. I
jumped, I hadn't really been expecting anyone to answer. It felt like finding
a snake in your bed. Cold and creepy.

"Good evening, Mr Jahrain." I said, hazarding a guess. It couldn't be anyone
else. "And how are you this evening?"

"Fine, thank you. And yourself?"

"Keeping busy." I answered, wondering how long I could keep up this farce.
Alima's father saved me the trouble.

"You seem to have found a novel way to amuse yourself, Mr Reiner."

"You don't know how truly you speak, sir." I said ruefully. "Unlike you, I
have no business interests to keep me occupied. I've had to develop a hobby to
cure a terminal case of boredom."

"I've been aware of your hobby for some time."

"Really?" I asked, not bothering to hide my surprize. "I didn't realize it
would interest anyone else."

"Oh, yes. You've made quite a stir. Such novel pastimes, when pursued with
massive capital outlay ring loud alarm bells. I'm sure every police agency in
the country is aware of your activities. As is the FBI."

"Thank you for that information, Mr Jahrain." I said, stalling. "I do wonder
why you felt like imparting it." He was right, damn it. When big money begins
to move, the Feds have a nasty habit of sticking their collective noses in.

"Let's just say I view your hobby with a tolerant eye. After all, I could have
prevented my daughter from contacting you."

"But you didn't. Tell, me, is she as-independent-as she sounds?"

He chuckled. "Oh, yes. It becomes quite trying at times. It will prove
instructive if you manage to tame her. Do you really plan to keep her under
lock and key?"

"For half the day anyway." I agreed. "You realize if she comes here she won't
remain a virgin? And with her outlook she's likely to be punished often?"

"My daughter's virginity is her own affair. Unlike my forefathers, today's men
don't seem to place that high a value on virginity. Her stay with you won't
impair her value when she is to marry. As for the other, well, it might change
her perspective. That can only improve."

"May I say, sir, I find your outlook to be refreshingly practical. I've
enjoyed our talk. It has resolved many things and hopefully prevented any
unfortunate misunderstandings."

"I agree. Good-bye, sir and may my daughter prove less troublesome to you than
she has to me."

"Thank you, Mr Jahrain. Good-bye and good fortune to you." I hung up and sat
back with a whoosh! of leather.

Alima was definitely going to be interesting. As in the ancient Chinese curse.
Checking my watch I found it was too late to call more candidates. They were
scattered across the country and they'd probably be fast asleep.

Mr Jahrain had one point though. I'd been careless and without a doubt riding
with far too high a profile. One slip and the sharks would converge.

And if the police knew could the press be far behind? This would bear some
thought.

wikman · Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 10:59 pm Post subject:

Chapter 4 Mei

I looked at the problem from several angles. What I was doing wasn't illegal,
exactly. I had the girls' permission. The only questionable thing was the fact
that a girl who started a session had to finish it. I re-read copies of each
girl's affidavit and pondered.

About one in the morning I finally decided the hell with it. I'd just have to
make sure each girl knew, before a session started, that she couldn't back
out.

With that in mind I made one final call, to the Polynesian candidate who lived
in Honolulu. With a five hour time difference it was only eight o'clock her
time.

"Hi! This is Tani Koloa. I'm not at home right now, but if you'll leave a
message at the tone I'll return your call as soon as possible. Aloha!" Beep.

"Tani, sorry I missed you. This is Paul Reiner. I'm just calling to
congratulate you. I've decided to accept-" At that point there was a confused
burst of noise, followed by a feedback squeal.

"Hi! Wait a minute!" Tani's voice was loud and hurried. There was a crash
followed by a yowl and I heard Tani say she was sorry to someone.

"Hi, Paul! Sorry about that, I just got home. Ginger! Stop that! Oh, what a
day! Hi!"

"Do you normally start a conversation this way?" I asked, chuckling.

"Oh, no. It's been one of those days. There, now I'm settled! What were you
saying?"

"I was saying, congratulations, Tani. If you're still interested, you have a
place in my harem as a slave girl."

There was silence on the other end.

"Tani?" I asked, fearing we'd been disconnected. "Hello?"

"Yes, I'm still here. I'm-overwhelmed. What a perfect way to finish today!"
Her voice was ecstatic, I don't think she noticed the sarcasm.

"I take it you are interested."

"Oh, yes! Very much."

"You realize you'll have to leave Honolulu and move to South Carolina?"

"I realize that."

"How long do you think it will take you to settle your affairs? I'll pay for
your relocation, of course."

"Oh, gosh. Um, I don't know. A month?"

"A month? Hmm." I mused.

"Is that too long?" She asked anxiously. "I have to give my boss two weeks
notice, and I'll need to sell my car, and notify my landlord, and oh! what
about Ginger?"

"Who's Ginger?" I asked.

"My cat."

"Uh, bring her along.. I'm not the kind of person to separate a woman and her
cat."

"Oh, thank you! I'll be as quick as I can I promise!"

"Whoa, slow down Tani! I'm sure you've got a lot to do. A month will be fine.
Call me when you're ready and I'll arrange to fly you and your things out
here. Oh, I guess I should warn you that one of the girls is bringing her dog
with her. How's Ginger feel about dogs?"

"She doesn't like them." Tani said.

"Hmm." I said again. "Oh, well, we'll work something out. Listen, it's one
thirty in the morning here and I'm ready to keel over. Let me let you go and
you give me a call when you're ready." I gave her my number. She agreed and I
hung up the phone and staggered off to bed.

The next morning I didn't wake up till ten. Remembering I'd promised to have a
helicopter standing by for Mei I had a quick breakfast and called to arrange
it.

The rates they charge you wouldn't believe.

By the time I'd had an early lunch it was time to call Rachel.

"Hello?" She answered the phone on the first ring. Her voice was eager and
light.

"Hi, Rachel. This is Paul Reiner. May we speak freely?"

"Yes. Sorry about last night."

"I understand perfectly. I just called to let you know you've been accepted as
a slave girl, if you're still interested."

"I'm very interested." Rachel said.

"It will mean moving to South Carolina to live with me." I warned her. "And
you're to become a sex slave, with heavy emphasis on both sex and slave."

"I understand."

"How will you explain to your parents?"

"I'm the oldest of six < < CENSORED > >." Rachel said. "I was planning on moving out
anyway. There'll be no problem. You'll pay for relocation, of course?"

"Of course. Just give me a call when you're ready. Any idea on when that might
be?"

"It won't take long, two days, three at the most. There's not a lot to do."

"Terrific." I gave her my phone number. "Call when you're ready. See you in a
few days!"

"See you." She hung up.

I spent the next two hours going over the other girl's data, concentrating on
Mei and the ones I hadn't called yet. At two thirty the sound of a helicopter
began to intrude.

It couldn't be, could it?

Mei was early. Apparently she'd made Pine Ridge earlier than planned.
Fortunately, I had told the helicopter service their passenger might be early.
It had been wishful thinking on my part, but it seemed to have paid off.

I rushed out to watch as a gleaming Jet Ranger landed in my spacious back
yard. (Did I forget to mention the house has a hundred and sixty acres of land
around it?)

It was impressive as hell. The sun gleamed off the spinning rotor, throwing
reflections in all directions. As the helicopter settled onto the emerald
grass its engine cut and the rotor spin slowed.. I walked forward, not wanting
to show how eager I really was.

I paused a respectful distance from the chopper until the main rotor finally
slowed to a safe speed. Mei waved at me through the windshield. I waved back.

God, she looked beautiful. I moved forward as the doors opened. The pilot went
to unload her luggage. Later I couldn't even remember if he'd been black or
white. All my attention was taken by Mei.

She emerged gracefully from the helicopter and walked toward me smiling. She
stopped a few feet away, making a lump in my throat. I wasn't even thinking of
her as a sex slave, she was literally the most beautiful woman I had ever
seen. I grinned like a loon.

"Hello." I managed at last.

"Hi." She was wearing a black dress with brown abstract blotches all over it.
The skirt reached to mid-thigh and she had fishnet stockings with ovals cut
out on the inner and outer legs. I noticed she was wearing black high heels.
Even so she had to tilt her head back to watch me.

"Let me look at you." I said after a moment. I was smiling so much it began to
hurt. With a smile Mei lifted her arms away from her body and twirled slowly
in place. Every curve was perfect. Her lustrous black hair fell halfway down
her back. As she turned back I noticed she was wearing silver earrings shaped
like chains.

The pilot made a throat clearing noise and Mei said softly. "We'd better get
my luggage. I think the pilot wants to get back." I blinked back to reality.

"Right. First, we'll get you settled in. Then I'm taking you to dinner." I
strode past her and grabbed the two large suitcases that were sitting on the
grass. Mei took a smaller overnight case. The pilot muttered something that
sounded envious.

Before we were halfway to the house the Jet Ranger whined and spun up it's
rotor. I turned to watch, having always loved aircraft of all kinds. With a
wild swirling wind the chopper leaped into the air. I narrowed my eyes against
the wind. Mei turned away, shielding her face with one hand.

"That man is definitely unhappy." I said to my magnificent companion with a
chuckle.

"You shouldn't be so cruel, he was really very nice." Mei reproved me.
"Although he did keep undressing me with his eyes."

"What an original idea!" I said. "But wouldn't hands have been quicker?" Mei
gave me a long appraising look.

"I'm definitely going to like it here." She finally decided. She preceded me
into the house.

"Very nice." She said as we passed through into the living room. "You have
good taste."

"Thank you. I can't take the credit though. The house was like this when I
bought it. How was your trip?"

"So so." Mei said, putting her overnight case on the floor. I dropped her bags
next to them and motioned her to a chair.

"I left San Francisco at seven thirty this morning. I had to change planes at
Dallas, or I would have been here sooner. They showed the same movie on both
planes, believe it or not."

"Really?" I asked, settling into a chair across from her. The files I'd been
studying were stacked on the coffee table between us.

"Four hours of Fatal Attraction." Mei shuddered lightly. "Considering the
circumstances it was very poor taste."

"There'll be nothing of that here." I said firmly. "Just fun, sun, and your
occasional odd perversion."

"Very odd." Mei agreed. "What's that?" She gestured to the files.

"Business." I said. "I won't put you to work just yet, but here's something
you might find interesting." I handed her her own dossier and leaned back to
watch.

Mei looked up. "This is about me." I nodded. She read the thing, wincing here,
laughing there. Finally she looked up.

"This is weird. You've just handed me a summation of my life, as seen through
the eyes of others. Is this really what I sound like?"

"Yep. And as I find out more about you I'll be adding to it. These others," I
nodded to the stack. "are your harem sisters."

"May I look?" Mei asked. I nodded.

"Just the pictures mind, the other material is private." Mei nodded and looked
through the other folders.

"Master, you have two other oriental girls, but only one of each race of other
girl. Why?"

"Actually, I have one of each. One Japanese girl, one Vietnamese girl," I
smiled at Mei. "and one Chinese girl."

"You're collecting girls!" Mei accused me. "One of each race!"

"Guilty as charged." I said, grinning. Mei was stunned by the enormity of it.

"Was I chosen only because I was Chinese?" Mei asked. She didn't look happy.

"Hey, wait a minute! Hold it! Mei, believe me, I chose you because you were
the best I could find."

"The best Chinese girl, you mean." Mei's tone was bitter. I jumped up.

"I want to show you something. Come here."

"It isn't six o'clock yet." She snapped.

"Please." I pleaded. After a moment Mei shrugged and stood up. Silently she
followed me to my den.

The den was dominated by a bank of filing cabinets. I banged one lightly with
my fist as I turned to her.

"In here are eight thousand letters." I said to the angry girl. "Eight
thousand three hundred and twenty-six, to be exact."

"So?" Mei asked challengingly.

"Eight thousand letters, Mei. All addressed to me. All in response to an ad I
placed in various places." Mei looked confused.

"The ad you answered, Mei."

"You got eight thousand responses?" Mei asked incredulously. I nodded.

"Of course, to be honest, about a thousand were ads for bondage magazines,
women who wanted to sell photos, and so on. But that still leaves seven
thousand honest to goodness responses."

"And out of seven thousand women I picked twelve." Mei didn't look angry now,
she looked uncertain.

"I don't understand."

"There were only twelve openings, Mei. Yes, I chose one girl from each
race-each somatype, actually, it isn't exactly the same thing. But in your
case there were five hundred Chinese girls, Mei. Five hundred."

"And out of that five hundred you chose me." Mei said in a small voice.

"Exactly."

Mei bit her lip and lowered her head, thinking. When she looked at me her face
was distraught.

"I'm so sorry, master. Please forgive me." Her lower lip trembled, I thought
for a moment she was going to cry. I held my arms out to her. She ran to me
and hugged me tightly.

"There's nothing to forgive, little one. I'm not offended, but I was afraid I
was going to lose you. And after I'd seen you that would have hurt."

"I'll never go, master. Never." Her arms tightened about me.

"Don't say that yet." I said soberly, stroking her hair. "You don't know me. I
might be some horrible monster. Come, let's go back to the living room."

I held her as we walked. It felt wonderful to hold her. She was warm and kind
and had come to me because I'd called. How many of you out there know what a
strong bond affection is? Not lust, not love. Just ordinary, garden variety
affection?

I pulled her down to the couch with me, cradling her and stroking her hair.
She settled against me comfortably, content to be there.

"Let me tell you a story." I said. "It's about a man who hit the world's
largest jackpot. He had everything he ever dreamed of. Fast cars, money,
travel, all the toys that people think will make them happy."

"Master?" Mei looked up at me questioningly.

"Let me tell my story, Mei." She nodded, putting her head back against my
chest. "This man lived in a big house. He had a gardener, and a maid, and a
cook. And he was bored. Bored beyond endurance. He harried his staff. When the
gardener got fed up and quit the man took over for him just to have something
to do. When the maid quit he took over her job too."

"But the cook stayed. She was old, and sharp-tongued, and none too sweet
tempered. But she was an excellent cook. And he liked her."

I took a deep shuddering breath, and my arms tightened around Mei. Damn, I
thought I'd done all my grieving. Fighting to control my voice I went on.

"And so it went. The man tended the garden, and took care of his house. And
the cook cooked and fussed at him and constantly nagged him for being lazy and
no account. And the man was content." Mei watched me now, but I didn't meet
her eyes.

"But the cook was very old. And one day-" I stopped, fighting to hold back the
tears. "One day she died. The man saw to her funeral. When it was over he went
back to his house. Alone. All his old friends, from before the lottery, were
gone. He didn't have any new friends. Just acquaintances."

"And so the hours turned into days, and the days into weeks. He got fat, and
flabby, and was exceedingly sorry he had ever been born." I looked down at the
girl I was holding. There was sympathy in her eyes, and sorrow.

"What happened to the man then, master?" She asked.

"One day as he sat in front of the mirror, noticing how fat and flabby he was
becoming, he thought to himself. I am rich. Rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
I could buy and sell small countries if I wished. Why then am I so miserable?"

"And you know what he answered?" I asked Mei with a smile. She shook her head,
wide eyed, all her attention focused on me. It felt wonderful. She was like a
< < CENSORED > > wrapped up in the story.

"He said: I have lost my reason for living. I lie like a dragon on a golden
horde, riches flowing through my fingers. I have so much. But it doesn't make
me happy."

"Should I give it all away then? No, for then I would starve, and be hungry
and miserable at the same time. (He hated being hungry, it made him
irritable)."

"And then inspiration struck. He said: I have so many toys, and I am
miserable, because I have no one to play with me! I am lonely. He cried. I am
alone!"

"Now he was no ordinary man, for an ordinary man would have been content to
marry a woman he didn't love, and pretend to be happy."

"This man knew that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted someone to play with him.
In fact, a whole bunch of someones. To share his toys, to share his good
fortune. He wasn't cut out to be a dragon, hiding in a cave. Nor was he a
dragon-slayer, a knight in shining armour." I smiled.

"His armour was dented and rusty. But he had honor of a kind. So he sent out a
call. Come, he said, come and be my sex slaves. Serve me, and please me and I
will share with you wealth beyond your wildest dreams."

"Satisfy my kinkiness and you will lead pampered lives of pleasure and
happiness. Though you must endure pain you will be rewarded with pleasure a
thousand times more. Though humiliated you will rise ascendent in glory."

"And they came. Seven thousand strong they answered. He was stunned, and
amazed. With delight he surveyed them, and with trepidation he sifted through
them and it was with great humility he chose them."

"And she who came first was called Mei Wu." Mei's eyes were shining now, she
had been affected by the story, because she sensed it was true. Her face was
inches from mine. Gently, quietly she stretched up and kissed me.

It was affection, not passion. It was an affinity; like recognizing like, an
acceptance. A merging of two entity's territories. When we broke the kiss and
looked at one another we knew a bond had been forged.

"That was a lovely story, master. And did the man live happily ever after?"
Mei asked me.

"He's doing his damndest." I answered shakily.. She slipped from my arms and
stood up.

"Will you show me my room now? I'd like to get unpacked and settle in." The
magic of the moment faded, gone but never to be forgotten.

wikman · Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 11:02 pm Post subject:

Chapter 5 Dinner

"This place is huge." I explained as I preceded her upstairs. "Twenty
bedrooms, with attached baths, and another twenty rooms for various and sundry
purposes. The third floor's an enormous storage area, and the basement's been
converted to a real live dungeon."

"This is the master bedroom." I jerked my head toward my door, my hands being
filled with Mei's luggage at the time.

"Don't be shocked when you see your room. It's not exactly your standard issue
bedroom."

"I see what you mean." She said as I swung open the door and staggered inside.

I had chosen the bedroom closest to mine, since it was empty. I'd assign the
rest of the bedrooms as the girls arrived, first come first serve.

Dominating the room was a huge canopied four-poster bed. Mei moved to it
first, pulling back the covers.

"Silk sheets." She observed.

"Only the finest for my slave girls." I said magnanimously. "Observe the other
fittings." I held up a length of chrome plated chain ending in a leather
strap. There were four of them, to spread-eagle the girl. Massive staple rings
dotted the bed at various strategic places.

"A waterbed-and with no baffles." Mei said, sitting on the edge of the
mattress. It heaved under her gently.

"And for my viewing pleasure, a closed circuit television camera." I pointed
to the camera sitting undisguised above the door. "Full color and stereo
sound. It can also be patched into a bank of VCR's."

"Home movies!" She exclaimed, delighted.

"It doesn't bother you?" I asked, pleased. She shook her head.

"No, master." She said.

"Um, Mei." I said. "It's really delightful, but you aren't a slave girl during
the day you know. You don't have to call me master all the time."

"I like the sound of it." Mei said. "Of course I'll be more discreet in
public. Master." Her eyes twinkled. I bowed my head to her in defeat.

"Just remember, it might be awkward if you did call me that in public."

"Don't worry!" She laughed. "Trust me." Getting up she went to examine the
rest of the room.

The room contained a closet, chest of drawers, desk, and a couple of
comfortable chairs. It was large, almost twenty feet square. Even so, the bed
still consumed the lion's share of space.

"Well?" I asked as she returned. "How do you like it? Is it acceptable or will
it need some more work?"

"It's fine, master." Mei said. "It's not what I expected, but it's completely
appropriate. Living here is going to be wonderful." She grabbed a suitcase,
which was almost as large as she was, and flung it on the bed. I raised my
eyebrows, it had been all I could do to carry two of them. Mei must be a lot
stronger than she looked.

"Would you like some help unpacking?" I asked.

"No, master, I can manage." She answered. "It'll just take me a few minutes.
I'd also like to take a shower and change clothes."

"Ok. You get ready and I'll take you to dinner. In the meantime I've got to
make some phone calls." I waved to her and went downstairs.

I called the Honda dealership in Pine Ridge. Yes, they had a full line of new
models. I looked down at Aki's folder and hesitated. I was buying her a new
car, wouldn't it be better to buy one that looked like a gift?

We talked for a half-hour. I made an appointment to see the car I'd picked
out. Mei and I would stop by after dinner and if I was satisfied I'd let Mei
drive it home. Her first duty as a slave girl.

I went to the safe in the master bedroom and pulled out < < CENSORED > > thousand
dollars from the cash reserve there. I made a mental note to replenish the
fund tomorrow. Just like Gomez Addams. I chuckled.

Then I went out and contemplated the driveway. It was a vast circle from the
front gate. I was going to get each girl the car she most wanted. That meant a
dozen cars, plus my own, plus the estate pickup.

The truck was no problem, it sat in the supply shed, which was big enough to
house it and all the gardening equipment.

The house had a three car garage, which currently held only my car. I smiled
as I contemplated that car. It had cost me half a million dollars, and more
headaches than I cared to remember. A Porsche 959, one of only two hundred and
fifty ever built, and the only one currently in the United States.

And the only one in the world with an automatic transmission. I laughed as I
remembered the disbelief on the face of Professor Porsche when I'd asked.
Nothing loathe for a challenge he'd given me a hundred thousand dollar price
tag for the modification. Nothing loathe, I had agreed.

It still gives my mechanic nightmares. What I'd been given was a modified 928
transmission, beefed up to handle the 959's enormous power. And there had been
a performance penalty. Instead of going 0-60 in 3.9 seconds the car takes 4.5.
Also, the car's estimated top speed dropped from over two hundred miles per
hour to just over 185.

In other words, triple the legal speed limit. Faster, in fact than the
majority of single propeller driven aircraft now in production.

I wondered what Mei would think of it. But I was getting side-tracked. My
original problem remained. Each girl was going to have a car.

Where to put them all? The current situation wouldn't work much longer. I made
some provisional decisions and returned to the house.

Mei was waiting for me when I returned. She was wearing a sexy dress that
reached to mid-thigh. It was green and looked like satin. It was form fitting
enough to show her terrific figure. I whistled with total sincerity.

Mei smiled happily. "You like, master?" She used a sort of pidgin sing-song,
like a girl fresh from Hong Kong. I nodded emphatically.

"I like-a lot." She hadn't changed her earrings, but now wore a tear- drop
pendent on a silver chain. I carefully scooped it away from her dress front to
examine it.

"That can't be real." I said. The stone was cold to the touch. It was at least
half an inch long and sent shards of color dancing over my palm. "Tell me it
isn't real."

"It's real, master." Mei corrected me. "But flawed, so it isn't very valuable.
It's my good luck necklace. My mother gave it to me to wear on special
occasions. And I think tonight qualifies, don't you?"

"It does indeed, lady." I said. I peered closely at the stone.. As Mei had
said, there was a large flaw in the jewel's heart. But a diamond it most
certainly was. I gently let the stone fall back into place.

"If I were you, I'd keep this necklace a secret. Else it might disappear."

"You don't think someone would steal it, do you?" Mei asked surprized. "It
isn't very valuable."

"Valuable enough to those who don't know diamonds." I shrugged. "I don't think
any of the girls would steal it, but you never know."

"Tonight I wear it." Mei said firmly. "It's a tradition in my family."

"Ok." I said, smiling. "Tonight, you're a princess. How about dinner?"

"I'd love to. Although for me it'll be a late lunch."

"That's right, your body's still on west coast time." I said. I glanced at my
watch. "It's 4:45 now, that's 1:45 in San Francisco. Ah, well. Lunch it is
then. Shall we go?" I offered her my arm. Smiling, she took it and we went out
to the garage.

"Tell me that's not real." Mei breathed when she saw the car.

"You know what this is?" I asked, surprized.

"I know what it looks like." Mei answered. I unlocked the door and opened it
for her. Reverently she got inside. Slamming the door (Kevlar can't be
machined as accurately as sheet metal) I went around to the other side.

"Oh my god." Mei said when I got in. "This is real, isn't it?" She pointed to
the Porsche emblem on the steering wheel. I started the car, listening to the
big motor snarl to life.

"It's real." I said, hitting the garage door opener. Backing the car onto the
driveway I listened with the same pleasure I always did to the subdued whine
of the engine.

"How do you know about the 959?" I asked.

"My brother's been drooling over this car for two years." Mei explained. "I
thought they were confined to Europe." I grinned, easing the car onto the
circle.

"The other 249 are." I explained, letting the car ease around to the gate. It
slid silently aside at our approach. The road leading to my house never has
much traffic on it, the road was deserted now. I grinned at my companion.

"Watch this." I said. The road in front of my house has a long straight- away.
As soon as we reached it I punched the throttle, pressing it firmly to the
floor.

The car leaped like a salmon going up a waterfall. The acceleration was firm
but not overwhelming. Then the first turbocharger kicked in, shoving us firmly
backward.

"Oh, wow!" Mei laughed. Then the second turbo kicked in and the tach plastered
itself against the redline. The car exploded forward. The speedometer passed
sixty as I blinked. Looking down I saw we were passing 110. The engine
screamed like a banshee in hell and the car lurched slightly as it upshifted.

I let off the gas as we hit 130 and let air resistance brake us down to
ninety, when I carefully applied the brakes. The 959 decelerated harder than
it had accelerated, I let up when we were doing a moderate and legal 55.

Mei was giddy, gasping for air and trying to say something. I was concerned
till I saw the grin spread over her face.

"Jesus, Buddha, and Vishnu." She finally managed. "That was incredible. Let's
do it again!"

"Sorry." I said. "No more road. But what do you think? Is it real or is it
Memorex?"

"Real, oh very real!" She laughed, sparkling with excitement. Her eyes were
wide, breathing quick, and she was sitting forward, straining eagerly as we
sped toward Pine Ridge. Her every motion telegraphed an intense energy I'd
never seen her display. Up to now she'd been slow and sensual. A vagrant
thought passed through my mind, I wondered which way she'd be in bed.

"I bet you love roller-coasters." I said.

"Yes I do, how did you guess?" Mei asked, surprized.

"Watching you now." I said. "You're beautiful when you're aroused."

"Thank you, master." She said, pleased. The rest of the drive was routine. I
quizzed her about her life, she answered easily, holding nothing back. I began
the long process of learning about the strange creature called Mei Wu.

Not that she was eccentric, mind you. But as I found later no two women are
even close to alike, once you begin to delve more than skin (or cunt) deep.

Each one has her mysteries, her secrets. Some are deeper than others, Mei was
certainly one of the deep ones. And that surprized me. She was so cheerful and
friendly, even mischievous that I expected no hidden depths. Boy, was I wrong!

Dinner was at Pine Ridge's finest restaurant, Trotters. I had steak, Mei had
fish. Since the place wasn't exactly private we kept the conversation light. I
noticed our waiter paid close attention to Mei, hovering discretely until she
even looked like she wanted something. Then he materialized instantly.

Mei noticed, but was obviously at home in places like this. Her family was
used to such things, Mei took them in her stride. Her conversation was witty,
and she had the disconcerting habit of slipping in really awful puns from time
to time.

When dinner was over it was nearly 6:30. I was about to leave a tip when Mei
leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"No, master. They follow the french custom here." She pointed to a line on the
check. Sure enough, the waiter's tip was part of the bill. Mei's action was
done so casually and so quickly that no one paid any attention.

"I owe you one." I whispered as I picked up her purse and handed it to her.
She smiled at me and winked.

We were getting in the car when I suddenly remembered the Honda dealership.

"We have to stop by the car dealer's." I told Mei. "I've decided to create a
fleet for the estate. Each girl gets to choose a car to drive."

"You're buying everybody a car?" Mei asked, interestedly.

"I'm buying cars for the estate." I corrected her. "I'm just letting each girl
pick the one she likes. We're picking up Aki's tonight."

"Who's Aki?" Mei asked.

"Remember, the Japanese girl with the really long hair?" I asked. "Her name's
Aki Yamoto."

"Does she know you're buying her a new car?" Mei asked as we pulled out into
traffic.

"I'm buying the estate a car, Mei. Not Aki. Oh, by the way, what would you
like?"

"This one." Mei said with a grin. I chuckled. "Seriously, I don't know. I'll
have to think about it."

The dealership was only a couple of minutes away. As we pulled in three
different salesmen made a bee-line for the car. It was obvious they recognized
it, and the money it represented.

When Mei stepped out of the car they ignored me. I sighed, thinking I was
going to have to get used to it. Mei acted graciously to all three of them,
then quickly culled one for us. It was clear she was already used to it.

"Paul, this is James Donahue." Mei introduced a tall black man. He was wearing
a standard issue Car Salesman's Suit, in grey. It did suit him, I thought. The
other two salesmen retreated reluctantly.

"What can I do for you today?" He said with a grin that said he hoped he could
sell me the entire lot-with buildings.

"Car number 6248435." I said cheerfully. "I want it. Now." He seemed somewhat
taken aback.

"Excuse me?" He asked.

"You have a blue CRX Si, stock number 6248435." I repeated. "I'm here to buy
it."

"Yes, sir! Right this way. Can I get you something? A soft drink, or coffee?"

"Mei?" I asked. She shook her head.

"None for me, thanks. I just ate."

"No thank you." I said. "Now, about that car. May we see it?"

"Of course, of course." Mr Donahue seemed off his stride. "Just let me grab
the keys and we'll go for a test drive."

"That won't be necessary." I said, smiling. "But do get the keys. I would like
to inspect it before purchase."

"You're the customer." He said, smiling. He hurried off.

"I don't think I've ever seen that haggling technique before." Mei said,
amused.

"I love doing that to car dealers." I confided. "They just don't know how to
react to someone shoving money down their throat. It confuses them." Mei
chuckled. I continued. "Just wait and see what he does when I pay cash for
it."

"Master!" She exclaimed, louder than she'd intended. Looking around abruptly
she lowered her voice. No one had heard her outburst. "You're carrying that
much money right now?"

"Of course." I said blandly. "I always pay cash for things. So much simpler
that way." Mei looked at me like I'd lost my mind. I grinned, watching her.

"You're crazy." She said flatly. I nodded happily. "Well, it looks as if I'll
just have to be your bodyguard."

I gaped at her. Something was definitely askew. Little 4' 10" Mei was going to
be my bodyguard?

"You can guard my body anytime, Mei." She winced from the pun, but relaxed
just a little. I chuckled at the thought of frail little Mei...

...casually tossing a heavy suitcase almost as big as she was onto the bed
one-handed. Hmm.

"Here we are!" James Donahue came back, obviously recovered, confident that
the customer wasn't born who could throw him.

He was about to be very surprized. We looked over the car, a beautiful little
two-seater packed with all sorts of goodies. It had been washed just recently
and gleamed in the setting sun.

"Will she like it?" I asked Mei. Mei was running an appreciative hand over the
sleek metal.

"She'll love it, m-Paul." Mei said. "I know I would. It's beautiful."

The window sticker said 14,600 dollars. I figured I could talk Jim Donahue
down a little. < < CENSORED > > thousand in cash should just be enough.

"Yes, sir, this is one fine machine." The salesman enthused. "Hot as a bottle
rocket, gentle as a lamb. Easy to handle, parsimonious on gas, the perfect car
for a young lady on the go." Behind his back Mei rolled her eyes.

"Fine." I said. "I'll take it. Let's step into your office."

"I thought that was my line." He joked, leading the way into the building.

"Now, how would you like to pay for this?" He asked, grabbing a pen and a
form. "We have several payment plans, including a lease with a buy option."

"First, let's settle on a price." I suggested. "I'll pay you < < CENSORED > > thousand,
tax, title, etc included. Not one penny more." The salesman blinked at me.

"Well, I'll have to ok it with my manager." He said uncertainly.

"Fine, I'll wait." I sat back, watching him expectantly. Mei tried to keep a
straight face and pulled it off until he left. Then she broke up, bending
forward and putting her hands against her face. Her shoulders shook with
silent laughter. I relaxed, letting the sight of her hilarity wash over me
like waves of warm ocean water. I was enjoying myself immensely, shamelessly
showing off in front of a beautiful woman, who was applauding everything I
did.

It felt terrific.

It took about ten minutes before the salesman came back. He looked unhappy.

"I'm sorry, sir but my manager won't go for less than < < CENSORED > > five." He was
good, I'll give him that. But I didn't care to haggle, I was flying too high.
Pulling the money from my pocket I started counting.

James Donahue's eyes slowly got bigger and bigger. I laid ten one thousand
dollar bills and ten five hundred dollar bills on his desk. Even Mei looked
impressed.

"Now, do we do business or do these gentlemen." I tapped the pile of money.
"and I go elsewhere?"

The salesman swallowed. "Wait right here! I'll be right back." He bolted. This
time Mei didn't try to stifle her laughter. I left the money sitting on the
desk and leaned back, closing my eyes.

It was less than a minute when the salesman returned, bringing a short fat man
with him.

"I'm John Sinclair." The fat man said. "I understand-" His eyes fell on the
cash. A gleam lit there, one I've seen often enough before. "-that you've just
bought a beautiful new CRX from us. Congratulations."

"I take it my offer is acceptable after all?" I inquired. Mr Sinclair nodded,
visibly restraining himself from grabbing the bills.

"Yes, sir! After reconsidering our position, I'd say that your offer is quite
fair. Yes, sir, quite fair." In his excitement he didn't even notice Mei. She
looked surprized. I grinned at her.

"Well, I'll leave you to conclude the paperwork, Jim." Mr Sinclair said,
beaming at me and rubbing his hands together.

"Oh," I said offhandedly. "I might be interested in doing business with you
again soon." John Sinclair froze, then turned to me, his eyes lighting up.

"Really?" He asked. "We'll be happy to oblige you sir, yes indeed!"

"Do you offer fleet discounts?" I asked mildly. Mei was fighting to keep a
straight face, sensing some new ploy.

"I'm sure we can come to a mutual understanding." John Sinclair nodded
eagerly. Now I understand how con artists work. The greed in his face was
painful to see.

"Of course," I continued. "I'll have to see how things go. But I do like that
CRX. It's a lovely car."

"I understand completely, sir." The fat man nodded. "Jim, make sure this
gentleman is taken care of, understand?"

"Yes, sir!" James Donahue was grinning from ear to ear. He'd probably made a
huge commission, with more in sight. Of course he would take care of us!

It took about ten minutes before the salesman handed me the keys. Cash has
tremendous eloquence.

They even filled the tank for us.

By this time it was dark. I gave Mei the keys to the CRX and told her to
follow me. The look she gave me made me grin all the way home.

Mei had real trouble keeping up with me, the 959 kept running off from her,
try as I might to keep the big beast under control. It was better when we got
on the state route. The CRX could comfortably cruise around the curves at full
speed.

The 959, of course, didn't even deign to notice them.

Finally we pulled up to the gate. It slid aside at my signal and we rolled
through. The gate closed automatically behind us.

Mei pulled into the garage beside me. When she got out of the CRX she gave it
a fond pat.

"That was not fair." She said to me, grabbing her purse. "The poor little CRX
didn't have a chance against that big bully of yours." She smiled down at the
little car. Damned if it didn't look smug.

If Mei was driving me I'd look smug too, I suppose.

"I'm sorry, Mei I just couldn't keep the speed down. I tried, but the car's so
damn fast it's unbelievable." I apologized. "Do you think Aki will like the
CRX?"

"If she doesn't, I'll take it, master." Mei answered promptly. "It's a
gorgeous little thing."

"Ah, that reminds me." I said, smiling down at her. "It's now 8:18 PM, and
you're a slave girl for the first time. Are you willing?"

"Oh, yes, master." She breathed.

"Do you submit to my every desire?" I asked, taking her into my arms. She
melted against me, I could feel the warmth of her body through her dress.

"Yes, master." She said, holding me.

"I'm going to take your virginity tonight. Perhaps several times."

She gazed up at me with longing. "I'm yours, my lord. In body and soul. I
belong to you." My cock suddenly made its presence known. I leaned down and
kissed her.

Mei yielded instantly, completely, going limp. Her mouth opened and she
accepted my tongue with a joyous swirl of her own. Desire told me to push her
up against the car and violate her right there.

"What would you do if I raped you right here and now?" I whispered to her.

"I'm yours." She said simply, waiting.

God, she'd actually let me! I was tempted, sorely tempted. But I wanted her
first time to be special. I took her by the hand and pulled her into the
house.

"You enjoy the thought of being bound?" I asked her. Wordlessly she nodded.
"I'm going to tie you up now."

"Yes, master." She bowed her head.

"Stay here." I moved quickly to the basement where I grabbed several lengths
of silk rope. After a moment's thought I also took a ball gag.

When I returned to Mei she was standing exactly where I'd left her, in exactly
the same pose. She hadn't moved a muscle.

"Very good, slave girl." I said. "Go into the living room and sit down on the
couch.

"Yes, master." She whispered. She nearly ran. I followed at a more sedate
pace. When I arrived she was seated on the couch, waiting for me.

"Put your arms behind your back." I ordered. She did so, crossing her wrists.
I dropped all but one rope and gently arranged her arms the way I wanted them,
wrists together but not crossed. I looped the rope around her wrists, firmly
but not too tight. I wrapped around and around, finally leaving about six
inches on either end, with which I cinched the rope, threading it around and
around between her arms, pulling the wrist bonds tight. I made sure the knot
was hard, on top of the ropes in between her arms where her questing fingers
couldn't reach it.

"Is that too tight?" I asked when I was finished. "Is it cutting off your
circulation?"

"No, master." She replied.

"I'm going to bind your elbows together Mei. It may be uncomfortable for you.
Tell me if it is, all right?"

"Yes, master." She replied submissively.

Taking another silk rope I wrapped it once around her elbows and gently
pulled. Her elbows came together and Mei grunted, having to arch her back to
relieve the strain. I ordered her to hold that position as I rapidly looped
the rope around her arms just above the elbow. When I cinched it Mei gasped
again. When I finished knotting it I paused.

"Are you all right Mei? Does that hurt?"

"A little, master." She said softly.

"Do you want me to untie it?" I asked. Mei didn't answer for a moment. Then
she just shook her head. I took another rope, this time tying it like the
others, just below her elbows. Mei's eyes were closed and her face was drawn,
making me ask her again if I should untie the elbow ropes. She shook her head
again.

I made her lay down on the couch facing me. I took her upper ankle and tied a
rope around it, drawing her legs apart. I tied the end of the rope to the back
couch leg.

Mei was now laying on her side, bound to the couch by one ankle, her leg
draped on the couch back. Her skirt just barely left her decent.

"Are you hurting, Mei? Should I undo the elbow ropes? Tell me the truth."

"It hurts, master." She whispered, eyes still closed. "But the pain excites
me. Don't untie the ropes. Please.."

"Open your mouth, slave girl." I said. Without opening her eyes she did so. I
pushed the bright red rubber ball between her teeth. Lifting her head I
slipped the strap underneath then buckled it tightly, making it impossible for
her to expel the gag. She opened her eyes and watched as I drew a chair and
the phone over to her couch.

"This phone handles an earplug jack for an external speaker." I said to the
bound oriental girl. "So I'm going to put this earphone in your ear so you can
hear the other end of the conversation."

"I'm going to call some of the other girls now. And while I'm talking to them
I'm going to be fondling you at the same time. That's why I gagged you, I
didn't want them to hear your moans."

I retrieved the files for the girls I hadn't called yet. "Does the thought of
what's going to happen excite you?" Mei nodded, emphatically. I stroked her
leg. She put her head back and closed her eyes.

"We're going to call the Philipino candidate first. Her name is Melinda Orli
and she's a secretary in Fort Lauderdale." I dialed the phone.

"Hello?" A soft voice answered the phone.

"Melinda Orli please."

"This is she."

"Melinda, this is Paul Reiner."

"Hello, Paul." Melinda said. She recognized my voice, all right.

"I'm just calling to congratulate you. I've decided to accept you as my slave
girl, if you're still interested."

"Yes, I am." Melinda said. "Did I really make it?"

"You sure did. Do you understand what exactly I'm offering?"

"Yes."

"Then in your own words, tell me please."

"I don't think I can." Melinda paused. "I'm very shy and it's hard."

"Please try. I have to make sure you really know what you're getting into."

"You want me as a sex slave." Melinda said quickly, blurting it out. I ran my
hand under Mei's skirt. She sighed silently, body flexing. I stopped before my
hand touched fabric.

"Do you understand what that means?" I asked.

"Yes."

"I just want to make sure, Melinda. I don't want to have you come here if it
will make you unhappy. Let me explain. Half of each day you'll be a helpless
slave, subject to being physically restrained and subjected to any kind of
sexual act. If I want to make you suck my cock, I can. If I want to whip you I
can. Or fuck you up the ass. I'm sorry if I'm embarrassing you, but you have
to be sure."

"I understand. You can do whatever you want to me. I want that."

"There will be other girls in the harem besides yourself." I warned her.
"You'll be forced to make love to them from time to time. Does that upset
you?"

"No. Mr Reiner, I really do understand. I want to be your slave more than
anything."

"You may call me Paul." I said. "Or, master, if you prefer."

"Yes, master." Melinda said quickly.

"I'm very proud of you, Melinda." I said softly. "I'm proud to have you as a
slave girl. When can you join us?"

"I'll have to give my boss two weeks notice." Melinda said. "And I'll have to
pack up everything."

"If you call me when you're ready I'll have a truck pick up everything. You're
close enough to drive if you'd like, or you can sell your car and I'll send
you a plane ticket."

"I'll drive." Melinda said after a moment.

"Fine. I'll send you a map how to get here. Goodbye for now, Melinda."

"Goodbye, master." There was a click as Melinda hung up.

"Are you ok?" I asked Mei. She nodded. I examined her hands anxiously, looking
for signs of failed circulation. Satisfied there were none I signed off on
Melinda and picked up the next folder.

"This is Teresa Guzman. She's a marketing rep for McGraw-Hill and lives in
Chicago." I dialed and watched Mei as the phone rang. It rang five times
before it was answered.

"Hello?" A woman's voice answered.

"Teresa Guzman, please."

"Just a minute." The woman at the other end muffled the phone but we could
both hear her yell Teresa! at the top of her voice. Quite gently I cupped
Mei's cheek and smiled at her. Her lips drew back from the ball and she
nodded.

"Hi, this is Teresa." I recognized the voice from her tape. I took her picture
and put it in front of Mei.

"Teresa, this is Paul Reiner. May we speak freely?"

"Uh, wait a second." Teresa muffled the phone. It was considerably more than a
second before she came back.

"I had to tell my roommate to scram." She said. "Now I'm alone."

"Teresa, I'm calling to congratulate you. If you're still interested, I'd like
you to come live with me as my sex slave."

"Oh, man! Yes, I'm very interested. I can't believe I won!"

"Won?" I teased. "After you've lived here a while you might use another word."

"Oh, this is terrific!"

"Teresa, I just want to make sure you understand what you're getting into.
Half of each day you'll be vulnerable to any kinky idea I come up with. I
might loan you to friends, tie you down and spank you, give you a huge enema
then fuck you, or even make you fuck a dog. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Then how soon can you join us?"

"As soon as I can quit my job and sell my car." She said instantly.

"I'll pay for your relocation, of course. Give me a call when you're ready to
leave and I'll arrange for your flight. I'll also make sure your stuff is
shipped and arrives no later than two days after you do. Is that ok with you?"

"It's perfect." Teresa agreed.

"Then I'll be waiting for your call." I gave her my number. "Good-bye, slave
girl."

"Good-bye, master." Teresa said, then hung up.

I checked Mei's arms again. Her fingers were still warm and supple, which
meant the tight bindings weren't causing her any problems.

"Now for Tara O'Keefe." She's a customer service representative in New York
City. I traded Tara's photo for Teresa's. I leaned down and kissed her ear.
Mei giggled behind her gag. I punched the buttons lazily.

"Hello?"

"Tara O'Keefe please."

"This is Tara."

"Tara, this is Paul Reiner. May we speak freely?"

"Just a moment." I waited, stroking Mei's hair. Mei pushed her head against my
hand like a cat. I smiled down at her.

Suddenly the red light on the phone began to flash. I sat bolt upright,
staring. After my conversation with Mr Jahrain my paranoia was rudely
awakened. And it was pissed.

Tara's phone was being tapped. And it wasn't a passive tap, she'd deliberately
signaled someone. FBI? Tara an agent? Hmm. Then I grinned savagely.

Isn't that the FBI's favorite technique? Plant an agent? This could be
entertaining. Mei watched me alertly, knowing something was afoot. Silently I
turned the phone so she could see the flashing light. Her eyes widened, and
she nodded.

"Hello?" Tara asked. The light continued to flash. I decided to play it
straight. No need giving away an advantage.

"Hello." I said. "I just wanted to call and let you know that I've decided to
accept your application."

"Application?"

"You do remember the ad you answered, don't you?"

"Oh, yes. You mean I made it?" Tara seemed tense, but not excited like the
other girls.

"Are you still interested?" I probed, knowing if she was an agent she had to
walk a fine line between entrapment and scaring me off. I decided to push a
little harder.

"Yes, I'm still interested." She said.

"You do know exactly what you're getting into, don't you?" I asked, grinning.

"Yes."

"Then, in your own words, tell me.."

"I'm to be a sex slave." Tara said reluctantly. Bingo. I thought, raising my
fist in victory.

"And you do realize what your duties will be? At least during half the day?"

"Yes."

"Then tell me."

"I can be raped at any time. If I resist you can force me and I'll be helpless
to stop you. You can do whatever you want to me."

"And you agree that this is what you want?" I asked. "You have no hesitation
about this? Are you absolutely positive that you really like the idea?"

"Yes." She said tersely.

"Forgive me, Tara but you don't seem very eager. If you have any doubts or
reservations now is the time to tell me. If you aren't totally committed to
this I think it would be a mistake for you to come."

"I want to come." She protested. "I'm just scared, that's all."

"I guarantee your safety." I said. "Under no circumstances will you be
injured, or bruised, or cut, or burned or in any way endangered. From 6 A.M.
to 6 P.M. you'll be free to leave or do anything your heart desires."

"But from 6 P.M. to 6 A.M. you will totally surrender yourself to me. Whatever
I want you must do. Instantly, totally, and without holding back. During your
periods as a sex slave the word 'no' will disappear from your vocabulary. You
won't be injured, but that is your only guarantee."

"Do you understand what I'm offering?"

"Yes."

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes."

"You willingly agree to surrender control of your body to me for half of each
day?"

"Yes."

"There will be physical restraint during sex." I warned her. "I might tie you
down and let a football team have at you. Or make you endure a hundred swats
from a school paddle. Or make you seduce another woman. I might push my fist
all the way up your cunt."

"I might do anything at all to you. And for half of each day you'll be totally
vulnerable. Is this what you want? Are you unequivocally, totally certain you
will enjoy life as a sex slave? Because for twelve hours at a stretch you'll
have only the right not to be harmed. It's best if you're sure."

"I'm sure."

"Then say it."

"I am sure I want to become your sex slave. I understand what is involved, and
am willing to give up my freedom for half of each day."

"And that you can be forced to perform any sex act, no matter how bizarre, no
matter what you might think about it?"

"I understand."

"Then how soon can you join us?"

"I'll need at least two weeks." Tara said, considering.

"Oh, there's one other small detail." I said casually.

"Yes?"

"Did you know every word you've just said has been heard by a witness?"

"What?"

"I