Author: DrMom - sonofkr@yahoo.com
Title: Rachel's Pet - Karen is Willing
Keywords: FF MF Fbg FFbg FFf-teen ped rape voy 
viol snuff squirt ws caution

Summary: Karen, a mother of two, finds herself in dire straights and turns
to an old friend who is now a madame for the DC elite. 

*******

When Karen found herself short on money after 
losing her husband she grew desperate. She called 
an old friend who she had gone to college with 
who was now a madame who served DC's elite.

Karen arrived at Rachel's Georgetown condo with 
her children in tow because she couldn't afford a 
sitter. Tommy was 9 and was prettier than most 
girls. Kara was 8 and shockingly beautiful which 
got her attention from men from a young age. 
Rachel answered the door in a short silk robe. 
She oohed and ahhed over the two then showed them 
to her guest room which had cable and a game 
console.

Rachel offered coffee and Karen accepted then the 
two women took seats on Rachel's spacious 
penthouse deck.

"Your children are lovely," Rachel said and Karen 
felt pride.

"Thank you," Karen said, "They're all I have 
left."

"I'm so sorry to hear about your husband," Rachel 
said as the two of the drank coffee on her deck 
overlooking Georgetown.

"It's been very hard."

"I can't imagine what you've been through these 
past months. You should have come to me sooner." 
Rachel reached out and squeezed her old friend's 
hand. Karen began to cry.

"I didn't know what to do. My parents died 3 
years after Harry and I got married. When Harry 
died and left me with nothing..."

"It will be okay, Karen," Rachel stroked her 
friend's cheek, "You're still a smart beautiful 
woman and I will help however I can."

"I...I heard you might be looking 
for...uh...talent?" Karen got to the reason for 
her visit. Rachel looked shocked.

"You?"

"Is there something wrong with that?" Karen 
looked down at herself. She was a natural beauty. 
She had large perky tits (even after two 
children), long legs, a narrow waist, naturally 
wide hips.

"Karen," Rachel looked down, "What I mean is, I 
will just give you money. You don't have to work 
for me." 

Karen's pussy juiced at the thought of her friend 
writing her a check. She had always had a sexual 
response to power which is how she met a 40 year 
old investment banker while still in college. Her 
pussy couldn't have detected that he would start 
a ponzie scheme that came crashing down when the 
economy tanked or his resulting suicide afterward 
though.

"Oh...Rachel," Karen leaned forward, "You have to 
let me give you something in return."

---
	
"How does 20 thousand sound, to start?" Rachel 
had fallen in love with Karen when they were 
friends in college but Karen had only been 
attracted to one thing back then and Rachel had 
not had any of it. But now she did better than 
most investment bankers and what she sold was 
real. She could see Karen's pulse pounding and 
knew her panties were wetter than the hot towels 
at a sushi restaurant.

"That's...so generous." Karen squeezed her thighs 
together. "I could never repay you."

"You could stay a while," Rachel leaned back and 
spread her smooth pale legs to reveal a slit as 
bald as a child's. She unbelted her robe and 
pulled it open to reveal a pair of perky tits, 
perfectly round but no bigger than a handful. "Or 
is the price too high?"

"It would be a pleasure," Karen said and slid to 
the deck to crawl over to her friend's waiting 
pussy. 

---

Karen lay in bed next to her sleeping off a 
marathon lesbian fuck session. Rachel watched a 
video on her laptop.

The video was of a very well known politician 
with one of Rachel's girls. The girl had come to 
Rachel a few days before and told her they would 
both be rich as she had recorded herself giving 
the official a blowjob with her cell phone. 
Rachel assured the girl that she had done the 
right thing then told her that the next time she 
saw him, she should lay it on him and demand hush 
money.

What the girl didn't know was that Rachel already 
recorded her clients fuck sessions herself and if 
she wanted to blackmail half of congress she 
could. But that wasn't how she had gotten rich. 
She had gotten rich by selling discretion to 
powerful men. No one who dealt with Rachel had 
ever been the subject of so much as a probe or 
off color story about them. She protected the 
moral majority's leaders by giving them a safe 
place exercise all that power and money they had 
accumulated.

"I made a recording," the girl said as she took 
his surprisingly large cock from behind. The man 
slowed his fucking. He leaned down and whispered 
into her ear.

"What are you talking about?" 

"I have a video on my phone of you getting a 
blowjob and anal fingering from me," She turned 
her head and smiled at the man fucking her. "It's 
very clear."

"Are you blackmailing me?" He whispered and his 
thrusts grew more aggressive. Each stroke 
slamming his cock deep into her. "You want 
money?"

"I want 10 million dollars or I'll send it to the 
media and your wife," His thrusts grew faster as 
if she was turning him on and she began to moan. 

"I guess I had better write you a check when 
we're done." He smiled but she couldn't see the 
look on his face as he pounded her from behind, 
"Or would you like your payment now?"

"It...ohhhh...can wait!" She was getting into it, 
enjoying blackmailing the man fucking her. "Fuck 
me harder!"

"No, I think I'll give it to you now," He said 
and his hands slid around her neck. Rachel 
gasped, her pussy juicing over, "This will be the 
hardest fuck of your life."

His hands closed tight around her neck and he 
fucked her harder. She must have realized what 
was happening then because she tried to grab his 
wrists but his grip was blocking blood flow and 
made her sluggish and weak. Her arms merely 
flailed.

"You stupid cunt," He growled into her ear, "Did 
you think you had power over me? You're just a 
piece of trash, bought and sold to wrap around my 
cock."

He put all his weight on her neck, crushing her 
face into the mattress as he continued to slam 
his cock into her. His hips hitting her ass made 
the loud slapping sounds of hard fucking. He must 
have been banging against her uterus he was 
fucking her so hard but he didn't care. Her eyes 
were filled with panic and she kicked her feet. 
He pushed her body flat on the bed so she 
couldn't move.

"I'm going to tip your boss extra tonight, to 
cover her losses, and because this is making me 
so fucking hard."

"Please...don't...m sorry." She managed but his 
fists just tightened on her throat.

"Fuck you, you loser bitch," He bit her cheek 
hard and blood ran down her face, "You don't get 
to win. Ever! I win. I fuck you. I fuck my 
constituents. I fuck america."

With that he pulled out of her pussy and slammed 
his big pharma ridged cock home in her ass. Even 
with her windpipe compressed she managed a 
wheezing scream. He continued to bite her face as 
he fucked her dying body. Rachel moaned as the 
girl's bladder released. Karen stirred and 
mumbled but did not wake.

He screamed as he came and his arms bulged with a 
final burst of power. The girl was dead, her 
throat crushed. Cum was still spurting as he 
pulled his cock from her ass and let it squirt 
across her body. Her glazed staring eyes did not 
flinch when a rope of jizz landed across her 
face.

Rachel closed her laptop and slid a hand around 
Karen's neck and kissed her awake.

"I need to fuck."

---

Part 2

Having Karen around was a delight. She cooked and 
cleaned and learned to eat pussy like a pro. Her 
children were also delightful. They were well 
mannered and beautiful. Rachel loved to buy them 
clothes and play dress-up with them.

She bought Kara little short dresses and skirts, 
lacy panties and bras, thongs and lingerie from 
the Ukraine where her size was made. Karen 
objected when she saw her 8 year old daughter in 
skimpy lingerie but Rachel just wrote her another 
check, told her it was fine, and Karen withdrew 
her objection. Soon she was clapping at the mini 
fashion show as Kara tried on her new outfits for 
her mother and brother.

Karen was turning out much more submissive and 
eager to please than Rachel had imagined. This 
encouraged Rachel to test her limits. Every day 
she pushed a little further.

The first Friday after Karen and the children 
moved in, Rachel hired a sitter and took Karen 
out to eat. Karen had been shopping earlier and 
wore a new short black silk and lace halter dress 
that showed off her legs and generous cleavage. 
It was also loose enough to feel daring when the 
wind caught the skirt.

Rachel wore a tight pair of black slacks and a 
matching sleeveless vest with a plunging neckline 
and lace back that would have been indecent on 
Karen. It gave her smaller breasts decent 
coverage though it did show sides and inner.

At seven on the dot, the driver arrived. Rachel 
and Karen greeted the driver, got in the back and 
started making out immediately.

"You look so fucking sexy tonight," Rachel said, 
squeezing a big lace covered tit. "I could fuck 
you right now."

Rachel slid a hand under Karen's skirt to her hot 
pussy. Karen moaned, "Maybe we should wait..."

"I don't want to fucking wait," She gripped the 
hem of Karen's panties and pulled them down to 
mid thigh. "I wanna fingerbang your slutty little 
cunt. Would you like that? Your pretty pussy 
fucked right here in this car?"

"Yes!" Karen moaned as a finger slid up and down 
her wet slit. "Fuck me like a slut right here."

Rachel obliged and soon Karen was whimpering her 
way to an uncontrollable orgasm. The driver 
stayed safe but Rachel saw his eyes in the 
rearview mirror the couple times she glanced up. 
They had been kissing but when Karen started to 
cum Rachel pulled back and whimpers turned to 
cries. Juices ran over her knuckles and soaked 
the back of Karen's skirt and the leather seat. 
Rachel's hand made lewd sounds as she 
fingerfucked the overflowing cunt.

"You like that, slut?"

"Yes!" Karen cried.
 
They kissed and Karen licked Rachel's fingers 
clean. They finished as they arrived at their 
destination and Rachel turned to the driver.

"Was that a sufficent tip?" He nodded but she was 
already grabbing her clutch and stepping out. She 
held Karen's hand as she helped her out. Karen 
looked around and started to pull her panties up. 
"Drop them on the sidewalk."

"O...okay," Karen pushed them back down and let 
them fall down her legs. They caught on her heels 
and she had to step out of them.

"Now pick them up and put them in your purse." 
Karen obeyed.

"The back of my skirt is wet." Karen looked 
anxious.

"It doesn't matter." Rachel ran a hand over the 
ass of her skirt, feeling the cooling cunt 
juices, "Just don't sit on it in the restaurant 
and you'll be fine."

---

Walls of modesty began to crumble. Rachel told 
Karen that she preferred to wear panties around 
the house and would continue to do so, regardless 
of the children's presence. Karen just thought 
about all the nice clothes Rachel was buying her 
and decided house rules could be her rules too.

The kids got into it and a common sight became 
the entire family in panties and underwear 
watching tv or eating dinner or sitting on the 
deck.

Rachel told Karen she did not believe in locked 
doors. Bed and Bathroom doors rarely closed. She 
had squat toilets and it became common to walk by 
one and see Tommy or Kara squatting down taking a 
piss. Or for the children to walk by and see 
mommy taking a shower, soaping her large breasts, 
rubbing her pussy or asshole with the shower 
puff. Or to see Rachel and Karen showering 
together. 

Walls of socially constructed gender fell. When 
one day Tommy tried on a pair of his sister's 
silk panties and came into the living room, his 
little cock bulging under the shiny material only 
a bit, Karen started telling him to change but 
Rachel spoke up, "Let him wear whatever he likes. 
I think he looks cute. If he's comfortable, you 
should be too."

Karen looked at her and Rachel nodded. She meant 
it. Rachel knew Karen. Karen only really cared 
because of appearances, what people might think, 
but if Rachel said it was okay... Soon dress-up 
wasn't just for Kara and her mommy. Tommy began 
getting lacy camisoles and thongs. Lacy teddies 
replaced furred ones. Seethru babydolls replaced 
nightshirts and thigh high stockings replaced 
socks. Skirts replaced cargo shorts. Bikini 
replaced trunks. 

---

Sexual walls began to erode. All four of them 
watched a movie together a few weeks after Karen 
moved in. Tommy and Kara lay on the floor while 
Rachel and Karen took the couch. Rachel started 
kissing Karen's neck part way through the movie. 

"I shouldn't," Karen whispered as her host's hand 
slid between her thighs.

"You really should, slut," Rachel said and 
grabbed a fistful of panty covered pussy.

"The children..."

"Bitch, I don't give a fuck. Kiss me."

Rachel and Karen began making out behind the kids 
who were engrossed in the story on the screen.

"Oh my god," Rachel whispered as she squeezed 
Karen's cunt, "Your pussy is getting so wet, you 
dirty whore."

"I can't help myself, I love you..." Karen 
whispered back between kisses.

"Say you're my slut," Rachel twisted Karen's 
nipple causing a moan, "Say it!"

"I'm your slut," Karen hissed, trying not to cry 
out under her lover's hands. "I'm your dirty 
dirty slut!"

"Say I own you, say who owns you, say you're my 
fuck slave, say my name," Rachel said before 
shoving her tongue into Karen's ear.

"You own me," Rachel twisted the other nipple, 
harder than before, "Rachel owns me! Karen -Ah!- 
is Rachel's fuck slave!"

Rachel pulled back and looked her in the eyes. 
Karen almost understood. 

When Karen realized the kids had abandoned the 
movie and had started watching them, she tried to 
pull away but Rachel told her, "It's fine. It 
doesn't matter. They can watch."

Karen paused a moment before Rachel shoved her 
tongue down her throat. If Rachel said it was 
okay...and then she was back into it even harder 
than before. The idea of being watched had never 
turned her on before but it did then. 

"I want to feel your pussy against mine, slave," 
Rachel said as she nibbled her lover's ear, "Take 
off my panties."

Under the eyes of Tommy and Kara, in the glow of 
the TV, Karen pulled the woman's panties down her 
legs and off, then removed her own. The two 
sweaty women ground their pussies in a lewd 
display. Karen's waxed smooth pussy against 
Rachel's harsh new stubble. They moaned and made 
the obscene wet noise of cunts fucking.

Soon the two were grinding their crotches to 
simultaneous groaning orgasms.

---

After that night clothes became completely 
optional. The two women lost all inhibition 
around the children. Fingering each other to 
orgasm in front of Karen's two cartoon watching 
kids became a morning ritual. Marathon fuck 
sessions without regard for the kids could lead 
to Karen forgetting to feed them for hours or 
days. She didn't care as long as there was money 
and sex and someone to tell her what to do.

---

Part 3


Rachel hired a private tutor to homeschool the 
children. The woman came highly recommended from 
a client of hers. He guaranteed that Lisa would 
never speak of anything she saw in Rachel's home. 
Karen loved the tutor and loved Rachel more for 
hiring her. It was more time she could spend 
shopping or tanning or drinking cocktails or 
going to the gym or doing anything other than 
raising her kids. The kids loved her too.

Lisa was in her mid 40s. She had never married 
and never had children of her own. She was a tall 
pretty woman.

Lisa had no comment on how the children were 
dressed except to say they looked pretty. When 
Kara, 8, showed up for her lessons in thigh high 
stockings, panties, and cupless bra, Lisa just 
told her she was very pretty today. When Tommy, 
9, wore something similar she told him the same 
thing.

Rachel recommended to Lisa that she start with 
sex education and suggested anything the children 
did not understand should be demonstrated.

"Demonstrated?" Lisa raised her eyebrows.

"Are you uncomfortable with that?" Lisa had come 
so highly recommended... Lisa reached into her 
purse and pulled out a piece of paper. Rachel 
recognized it as the check she had written her. 
Lisa stared at it for several seconds then put it 
away.

"No. Not a bit." She said with a smile. "I'll 
have to work up a lesson plan and organize 
materials. I can start Monday."

"That sounds fine." 

Tuesday Rachel watched the video as she waited in 
a new client's office.

---

"Do you have any questions you'd like to ask?" 
Lisa asked at the end of her lecture on the three 
major types of straight sex. Oral, vaginal, and 
anal.

"Why would a boy put his thing in a girl's booty 
hole?" Tommy asked, leaning back on his palms, 
his feet spread casually. He sported an 
unselfconscious erection after watching the short 
video Lisa played at the end of her lecture.

"Because it feels good to the man." Lisa held up 
her middle finger and gripped it in her other 
fist, "The anus and rectum are very tight. Men 
love putting their penises in tight things. It's 
also part of why many men prefer younger women or 
even girls."

"That doesn't sound fun," Kara said, sitting on 
the floor with one knee up, "It sounds like it 
would hurt the girl. It sounds dumb."

"Well, most of the time it does hurt the girl. 
Men enjoy this aspect of it. Causing pain with 
their cocks makes men feel strong and masculine. 
But it can be done without pain, if preparations 
are made," Lisa flushed a bit. Rachel had told 
her to be explicit; to hold nothing back. She 
knew she would be judged so she was doing her 
best.

"How does it work?" Tommy asked. He was gripping 
his own middle finger then looking down at his 
silk covered erection.

"Well," Lisa glanced down, thinking.

"Do it bitch." Rachel hissed at her tablet 
screen. 

Lisa lifted her head, "Would you like a 
demonstration?"

Tommy and Kara exchanged looks, then together, 
"Yes!"

"Very well," Lisa stood up. She had on a belted 
skirt so she undid her belt and slid off her 
skirt, letting it fall around her ankles. Her 
legs looked like the legs of a 25 year old. 
Rachel decided she must work out. There were 
certainly clients that would be interested in a 
sexy 45 year old who could play house with the 
kids. 

Still in her heels and top, the tutor turned 
around. Her ass was tight, nice and round and 
high, she definitely works out, Rachel thought. 
Lisa bent over her chair. Reaching back with both 
hands, she spread her cheeks, revealing a tight 
knot slightly darker than the surrounding flesh. 
The children stared intently. 

"This right here, is the anus," Lisa lifted a 
finger, pointing at it. "It's a muscle that is 
typically very tightly closed. Obviously it 
relaxes when you use the toilet, but even then it 
stays fairly tight. Anal sex hurts because of 
this muscle and the other rectal muscles fondness 
for staying firmly clenched."

"If it stays...clenched...how does the man get 
his cock in there?" Kara asked as she stared into 
Lisa's asshole.

"Well, many men simply force it open by thrusting 
and holding the woman's arms and legs down, so 
she can't stop him. Lubrication helps, like K-Y 
or Astroglide, or mucus from a sloppy choking 
blowjob. But using lube is often less exciting 
for the man, so it behooves the woman or man 
interested in receiving anal sex to learn to 
relax their anus and rectal muscles."     

Tommy leaned forward and reached out with his 
left hand but then hesitated.

"Touch it you impertinent little slut," Rachel 
urged through the screen.

With a grin for his sister, Tommy probed Lisa's 
asshole with his middle finger. Lisa gasped with 
surprise, then groaned as Tommy sank his finger 
to the knuckle in her sweaty asshole.

"Oh...fuck. I can feel your little finger..." 
Lisa whimpered as Tommy started to finger fuck 
her. "Oh shit!"

"Wow," Tommy marveled as he fingerbanged his 
tutor's ass, "It really is tight."

"I wanna see," Kara stood up and reached to touch 
Lisa's asshole. Tommy pulled his finger out, and 
sniffed it. Kara was more daring than he had 
been. She shoved three fingers in immediately 
which produced another surprised moan from her 
tutor. "It IS tight. And slimy. And I think she 
likes it."

"How many fingers can you get in?" Tommy asked 
his sister. "I bet you can fit them all."

"Wait...don't..." Lisa said but the children 
weren't listening.

"I dunno," Kara said, pumping her three fingers 
in Lisa's ass, "It's pretty tight."

"Yeah, but what if you held your hand like this," 
Tommy held out his fingers like when they made 
sock puppets but with all fingers and thumb 
touching. "Try it like this."

"No..." Lisa groaned, gripping the chair back.

"Okay," Kara made a wedge shape with her small 
hand and pushed against Lisa's loosened asshole. 
Lisa gasped as the eight year old's hand sank up 
to the knuckles. "I can't go any further Tommy. 
Her butthole is too tight."

"You gotta push with your feet," Tommy showed how 
to brace her footing. Lisa groaned.

"Oh..." Kara used her whole body to lean into it 
and after a moment...pop, her fist slid in up to 
the wrist. "Wow!"

"Ohshitohfuckohfuck!" Lisa moaned as the girl 
started moving her fist in her ass.

"Does that hurt, Miss Lisa?" Kara asked the bent 
over woman.

"A little, but don't stop, keep fucking me with 
your child fist," She pushed back against Kara's 
hand.

"How deep is it?" Tommy asked his sister, peering 
over her shoulder. "Push deeper. I wanna see how 
far it goes."

Rachel put a hand over her mouth. Her eyes were 
wide as she watched these children explore their 
tutor's ass. Kara pushed harder and sank an extra 
inch with each thrust until she was pumping her 
entire forearm in and out of Miss Lisa's asshole. 

"It's super tight," Kara said to her brother. "Do 
you like how that feels, Miss Lisa?"

"Yes! Don't stop..." She put her knees up on the 
seat of the chair and thrust her ass out. "Keep 
fistfucking my ass! I'm about to...fuck...I'm 
about to cum!"

Tommy reached out and touched her cunt. "She's 
dripping from her pussy hole."

"Can you get your fingers in there?" Kara asked. 
Lisa's eyes rolled back as Tommy tried.

"Yeah, it's almost as tight, but not quite." He 
went straight to the wedged fist and pushed into 
his tutor's cunt. 

"Oh god, oh jesus fuck!" Lisa sobbed the 
blasphemy as the double child fisting started. 
Rachel was squeezing her thighs together over and 
over as she watched. The scene was shocking. "Oh 
fuck, I'm cummming! I'm cumming!"

The kids almost jumped back when her pussy 
started to squirt juice. It spattered against the 
chair seat and hit their bellies and legs in 
pulsing bursts. Lisa let out a wailing moan that 
went on and on as she came. Tommy and Kara kept 
pumping their fists, curious to see how long she 
would cum.

When the bursts of juice slowed to a dribble Lisa 
collapsed in the chair. Tommy and Kara's arms 
slid from her with two distinctly lewd wet 
sounds. Her asshole and pussy gaped open as he 
panted with post orgasm exhaustion. 

"I've never..." Lisa sighed, "never...cum that 
hard."

"My arm smells like butt..." Kara waved it in her 
brother's face and Tommy sniffed it and nodded. 

"I don't know what my arm smells like...sex I 
guess." Tommy sniffed his own hand. "It smells 
like mommy and Rachel, but different." 

"Go...wash up." Lisa told them. "That concludes 
today's lesson."

Rachel looked down at her tight pantsuit and 
realized she too had cum rather spectacularly. 
Her entire crotch was wet. This would be an 
interesting meeting. 

---

Rachel greeted Karen at the door with a kiss. 
Karen had been shopping of course.

"Come, I want to show you something." She took 
her lover's hand and led her to the master 
bedroom. She pushed the door open and heard Karen 
gasp behind her. Rachel turned and smiled. "A 
gift, for both of us."

"Who...is she?" Karen asked. On her knees in the 
bed was a girl of 14 or 15. She had no clothes on 
and looked eastern European. Her skin was 
flawless and tanned. Her pussy was bald, barely 
more than a slit.

"Ask her." 

"What's your name, dear," Karen approached the 
girl. 

"Anya..." She looked nervous but accepting of her 
situation.

"Where are you from?"

"Bucharest...Romania." She said in a thick 
accent.

"She's fresh off the boat. 14 years old. Speaks 
virtually no English. Illegal in every way. And 
all ours, to do with whatever we please."

"What do you mean?" Karen asked.

"Hit her."

"What? Why?"

"Just do it. Trust me."

Karen nodded. She turned back to the girl and 
swung her arm, catching her in a developing tit 
with a smack. The girl yelped and covered her 
breast, a shocked look on her face.

"Este O.K." Rachel smiled and spoke to the girl, 
"BDSM."

The girl smiled and nodded, "Ah...ok."

"She's had some coaching already. Now who is she 
going to tell?" Rachel asked with a raised 
eyebrow.

"The police?" Karen frowned.

"Never." Rachel shook her head. "I control where 
she goes and who she sees. There's no record of 
her arrival in this country. She got on a boat 
thinking she was coming to America to be an 
exotic dancer who would do some basic sub dom 
work. I paid for her transport in a shipping 
container along with five other girls about her 
age. Each girl was sent to one of several 
different group living homes I operate  around 
DC. None of them will see each other again. The 
other girls will be trained by their house 
mothers in the business of being a top tier full 
service escort. Anya will not. She will live with 
us for as long as we like and when we no longer 
like, she will be disposed of."

"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with what you're 
telling me." Karen backed away from the now 
relaxed girl. Anya played with her hair, clueless 
about what they were saying. 

"She's property." Rachel sat beside the girl and 
cupped her left breast, "My property and I'm 
giving her to you as well. She doesn't matter in 
any way to the world outside. All she can ever be 
is a pretty toy for us to play with. If you 
reject this toy, I will get rid of her and there 
will be 10 more girls in a month to pick from. Do 
you understand?"

"Pretty toy?" The girl tilted her head, 
interested.

"Shush slut," Rachel smiled and put a finger over 
her lips. The girl smiled shyly and bowed her 
head. "Do you get it?"

"She's property...like a toy." Karen said, 
looking at the girl with new interest.

"And what happens when a grown woman breaks her 
own toy?" Rachel lifted the girl's face and 
turned her head from side to side, inspecting her 
flawless skin. "What happens to the woman?"

"Nothing happens." Karen climbed into bed and ran 
her hand over the girl's face, down her neck, a 
finger slipping over her collarbone and down to 
her nipple, then under the curve of her breast 
and down her belly to her bald pussy, "It's my 
toy to do with whatever I want."

Anya smiled at Karen submissively.

"You are my property," Karen looked into the 
girl's naive eyes. "Anya is property."

"Prah-pur-tee," She repeated the word back 
dumbly.

"Anya is a pretty girl," Karen said to her, 
touching her face gently.

"Pretty girl," She smiled and lowered her face, 
"I?"

"Yes," Karen nodded, running a finger along the 
girl's plump lips, "Anya is a pretty pretty fuck 
toy."

"Pretty pret-" Karen leaned in and kissed the 
girl. Anya moaned pleasantly. Her lips parted and 
Karen's tongue crossed them. They both moaned. 
The girl tasted sweet. Karen worked the buttons 
loose on her top and pulled it off. She pushed 
the girl down onto her back and pressed her 
breasts against the younger girl's much smaller 
chest. She straddled the girl and forced her 
tongue deep into Anya's mouth. Karen's hand 
slipped between her pet's legs to the fine hairs 
just starting to grow above her smooth little 
pussy.

She broke the kiss and the girl was laughing, a 
sweet smile on her face.

"You're so pretty, Anya," Karen smiled back, "I'm 
going to destroy you." 

"Pretty Anya," She smiled dumbly.    


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The author hopes you enjoyed what you
read and that you understand the difference
between reality and fantasy. Yay for
the first amendment. Don't have sex 
with kids.