In the gray dawn, I took fresh water and bread into the basement. Eve was asleep, huddled under the blanket. I poured the dirty wash water into the bucket and dumped it into the pipe to the cesspit. I returned the bucket,along with a brush and comb to the basement. Eve woke as the bucket dropped to the floor. I sat and pointed to the floor before the chair. She scrambled into position and as I presented a morsel of the bread opened her mouth for it. I fed her small bites of bread and sips of water for a time, then placed the rest of the bread on a shelf out of her reach. I had her recite the rules and punishments for me. The small amount of food had strengthened her a little, her voice held a little more life.
“Stand, Eve.” I commanded.
She stood before me, making no effort to hide her nakedness.
“Feel your breasts and sex, look at yourself.” I said.
She cupped her breasts briefly, and ran one hand between her legs to lightly touch her sex, she examined her body as she could without a mirror. I waited a moment and took about ten years from her, to the point she appeared to be almost Identical to the twins.
Do it again.
Her wands went to her breast, now as flat as a boy and to her smooth, hairless crotch. She looked up at me, eyes full of shock and questions.
“I have certain abilities, Eve.” I said, “One of them allows me give and take years of life to and from people. I could turn you to a suckling babe and you would live out your normal life span of three score and ten from that point on, or I could turn you into an eighty year old crone and you might die in a few months of old age.”
She nodded dumbly, trying to understand the, to her, strange idea
“I can make people do anything I want,” I continued, “I could make you sit still in one place, unmoving, until you died of thirst and starvation, or make you walk into a fire.”
Under a light compulsion, one that left her aware of her actions, I caused her to walk to the cages and crawl into one, pulling the door closed, then returned her to stand before me.
“I can know the contents of anyone's mind,” I said, “their deepest secrets, and fears. I can take away memories or manufacture new memories.”
She stood, shaking, staring at me as a young rabbit might stare at a snake. I looked into her mind, shuffling through her memories.
“You fear spiders and snakes, and rats.” I said, “You have been selling yourself from the age of thirteen, often for pennies. You killed a man for the dollar in his pocket. You were taken by another man at the age of twelve.”
Her eyes filled with fear and despair.
I gently made her a new memory of she and I at a table in evening wear, being served by maids and butlers with fine wines and succulent food.
“Do you recall the dinner we had together?” I said.
She nodded, confused as she tried to reconcile the memory of that dinner with her life as a street urchin.
“Get yourself into one of the cages, Eve.” I commanded.
She hesitantly walked to the cages and entered one.
That is where one of your sisters will be if you break my rules.” I said, “I'm certain you can imagine what they might feel in your place.”
She shuddered and tears leaked from her eyes.
I had her come back to me and pushed back the years until she looked as she had before. I stood, looking down into her eyes.
Eve, I could have had you in any way, at any time, anywhere without any resistance from you, but I have found such liaisons unsatisfying. Other in the demonstration a moment ago, I have never controlled you. Struck you, forced you? Of course, but never controlled your mind.”
She slowly nodded, as I watched emotions play across her face.
“Open my trousers and take me in your hands.” I commanded.
She hesitantly complied.
“Feel the size of it, the girth, the length.”
She ran her hands over my shaft, gently exploring.
“Think about your sisters and what this would do to them, if I were so inclined.”
She looked up at me, fear and begging in her eyes.
“Take me in your mouth, Eve,” I said, “for the sake of your sisters, please me.”
Her mouth took me in, almost delicately, her lips slid along my shaft while her tongue danced upon the tip. Her cheeks hollowed by suction as she took me deeper into her warm moist mouth. I laid a hand gently on her hair as she took me deep enough that she began to gag, She pulled back slightly and back down a little deeper each time until I could feel myself entering her throat. She pulled back until just the tip was in her mouth then thrust her head down on me forcing my shaft down her throat. She began to move faster, pumping on my shaft. I felt my heat rise, and she must have sensed it too. At the last moment, she drove her mouth down my shaft until I was as deep as possible, sucking strongly and working the muscles in her throat, holding me in by her hands on my hips. My shaft erupted, spraying my seed deep into her throat. She held me a long moment then pulled back slowly until she could catch a breath. She gently licked me ensuring none of my seed escaped. As I softened, she released me and gently replaced my limp shaft in my trousers, fastened buttons and bowed her head in subservience. I gently stroked her hair.
“You have done well.” I said, “you will find a comb and brush on the table, and fresh water in the pitcher. Prepare yourself for my return.”
I left, handing her the remaining bread. I joined the twins at the table as breakfast was served. They chattered away like magpies. After breakfast, I told the housekeeper to take them to town, the gardener would drive, and buy them appropriate clothing as befitted my wards as well as a dress and other women's things for a girl of sixteen, and gave her approximations of height and weight, who would be joining us soon. I gave her money for shopping, suggesting a few small toys would not be inappropriate.
I went to my study to deal with matters of the farm for a few hours. After, I collected a jar of Vaseline and thin shift, left behind by Ellen, then went out to the barns to have a bale of clean straw delivered up to the house along with a canvas mattress bag. I saddled my horse and rode to a neighbor who I heard had married a school teacher. After introductions, I explained that I had recently acquired two young wards who had not the benefit of schooling and asked if she would be willing to tutor them in my house for a suitable fee. She was eager, having missed her avocation. He, less so, as he knew my reputation. After a bit of negotiation, we agreed on her fee and hours so long as a man of his choosing could stand by during the classes. The first session would be the following Monday. I rode home well satisfied.
Back at home I saw the straw and bag by the back door. I carried these down and made a second trip for the old shift and Vaseline. Eve, knelt on her blanket, head down waiting for my instructions. Her hair had been brushed to a soft luster. I moved the straw and bag into the area she could reach with the shift wadded on top and directed her to lay across the table with her feet on the floor. Positioned with her buttocks in the air, and her sex exposed, she was a fetching sight. I ran a finger lightly through her folds and sniffed. She had made much progress as all I smelled was girl.
I took a dab of the Vaseline and rubbed it into folds, working gently to lubricate her passage. She wiggled as I stroked her opening, apparently enjoying the act. Soon I judged her ready and spreading a little more of the Vaseline on my shaft, slowly entered her. Her breath caught as I pressed myself deeper into her passage. When I was at full depth I held still for a moment as she let out a long sigh of both relief and satisfaction. I began pumping my shaft into her with long full strokes eliciting a soft grunt with each stroke. Soon she was trying to push back into my stokes, her grunts turning to soft moans of pleasure. I began to move a little faster, watching the globes of her buttocks shake and wiggle with each stroke. Moving faster yet, the sound of our flesh slapping together was accompanied by little cries of her mounting passion as her breath came quicker. I found the whole experience as, if not more, satisfying than those early days with Ellen. Her cries rose in volume and pitch, as she approached her climax. I fought to maintain a ridged control, knowing that if I succumbed to my passion, I could well injure her. She soon reached her peak, crying out her release. I continued pumping into her strongly as I felt my heat rise and she began the quick climb to a new and higher peak. At practically the same moment My seed pumped deep into her and she screamed out her release. I stoked into her a few more times then held us firmly together as my heat subsided and her passage rippled around my shaft. A few moments later she relaxed to lay limply across the table, letting out a long sigh of satisfaction. I slid out of her letting escaping lines of my seed run down her legs.
Stepping back a pace, I had kneel and clean me with her mouth. Finished and again fastened me within my trousers.
“Again, you have done well.” I told her, “after you clean yourself, you may wear the sift and stuff straw into the bag to make yourself a mattress.”
She nodded without raising her head
“I have a new rule for you,” I continued, “You will never reveal to anyone what you have learned of my abilities or what happens here in the basement.”
She nodded
“Before I go,” I began, “have you ever had a man in your anus?”
She jumped a little, shocked by the question and shook her head 'no'.
“No matter, we will deal with that in due time.” I said as I left.
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