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Russian Dolls

by Awynedd

mc; MF; Mf; Ff; Mg; Mdom; anal; oral; bond; inc

My number came up one day after my 18th birthday and two weeks later I was brushing the dust from the family farm off my pants as I walked through the gates to begin basic training. I put in my twenty in sweaty, dirty little jungles where my days seemed to alternate between fighting off boredom and fighting off people intent on perforating my skin with all manor of foreign objects. These were the places where I discovered sex beyond those futile backseat fumblings that define a teenage boy's sex life. It was there I found that I was attracted to petite females and I had a particular taste for youth.

I came back to the world with a pension, benefits and soon had a second job as a cop; my overseas life far behind me. Over the normal course of events, I married, divorced and retired a second time. I retired to what was left of the family farm. After the state ran a highway straight through the middle of it, my parents sold the pasture land and fields to developers for a surprisingly large sum, left me the house on a 5 acre lot and retired to Florida to spend my inheritance. They made it through about half before passing away within hours of each other and almost overnight I had more money than I really needed.

The house was a large rambling Victorian farmhouse that sat like an old gray hen in the midst of a brood of cookie-cutter ramblers that had sprung up around her thanks to the developer's efforts at creating yet another unique living experience. Unencumbered by the various and sundry covenants that ruled the look and feel of the surrounding development, I worked to restore the house to all its original glory. I painted the exterior in the gaudy colors I remember from my youth; I scraped and varnish and rejuvenated the interior; I polished and remounted the brass lions that had guarded the front steps. I even "Tom Sawyered" my neighbors into helping me paint my picket fence - an event that turned into a neighborhood potluck picnic. Over time, I became the neighborhood grandpa, last minute babysitter, and handyman of last resort. I was the giver of sage advice, the councilor of love-lorn teens, coach, referee, and (on the rare occasion) confessor of sins. It was a great way to spend my retirement and it gave me a family of sorts.



When Daria and her daughters Anna and Irena moved in next door, my life became much more complicated. The first signs of impending complexity were subtle - hardly noticeable at the time - and came wrapped up in a small, blonde, 12 year old package named Irena.

From the moment the last box was cleared from the uHaul, it took Irena about 10 minutes to make my acquaintance. She proceeded to disclose her entire life story in a single stream of consciousness culminating in a request to be allowed to climb the big tree in my front yard. Every kid in the neighborhood considered that tree community property and used it as meeting place, hiding place, end zone, goal zone, and vertical playground. I was hardly likely to deny this 4 foot bundle of energy access. I think she was a quarter the way up the tree by the time I had finished saying "Of course."

Having dispensed with the most recognizable portion of her single sentence I spent a few moments in stunned silence trying to parse the remainder: "himynameisIrenabutyoucancallmeRena-Im12mysisterisAnnaandyoucantcallherAnn-shes14andthinksboysarenice-mymamasnameisDarinaIcallhermamabutherfriendscallherDar-youcouldcallherDarifyoureherfriend-mamasaysmydaddyisafinkcauseheleftusforsomebimbo-Ithinkthatsanotherwordforsecretary-sayyourekindatallyourewaytallerthanmama-causeshesonlythistallcanIclimbyourtree?"

I was amazed that so many syllables could be uttered in a single breath. I gathered that her mother, Daria was separated, possibly divorced, and based on where Irena had pointed about 4'6. Her sister Anna was 14, just starting to become interested in boys (a subject that still held little interest for Irena). These assumptions were confirmed when the two women in question came over to me looking for Irena. The two girls were practically carbon copies of the mother, same blond hair, the same stunning slavic looks, the same captivating green eyes. While Irena's body was still boyishly flat, Anna was beginning to develop some womanly curves and was within an inch of her mother's height. Daria looked to be in her late 20's (28 I was to find out later) and my guess was that she had to be 90 pounds soaking wet. The sight of her and her daughters began to revive memories of those long-ago jungles, cheap brothels and petite whores.

Over the course of a few months, the three of us became friends. Irena was an almost constant fixture in my yard - having determined that my tree was her fiefdom; a situation the rest of the neighborhood children took with good grace. Irena's effervescent nature was infectious and she soon had any number of friends filling her court. Anna was a somewhat less frequent visitor tending to come over only to use my pool - the frequency of her visits correlating more with the number of boys hanging about the pool than it did with air temperature or humidity. However, being painfully shy, she never made many (if any) friends with the neighborhood kids of either gender. She was quite willing to watch them at their antics, but never joined in; preferring to sit quietly next to me and read. Dar's personality was a mix of her daughters - not quite as effervescent as Irena, not quite as shy as Anna. She would attend those neighborhood gatherings when her work schedule allowed, would spend the occasional Saturday by my pool with Anna, and she was friends with a few of the other single mothers in the neighborhood.

By mid-summer, I was enrolled as the girls' occasional sitter. The other single mothers had clued Dar into my fee schedule (a home-baked pie got 2 hours of sitting, a home-cooked sit down meal with desert got an entire day) and by the start of school I was the girls' designated after-school spot. I was never sure it this for Dar's convenience or part of a plot to see that I never cooked for myself again. By the time Thanksgiving rolled around, I was beginning to think of the three of them as my little Russian dolls.



Ten days before Christmas, I was drafted into taking the girls to see Santa. Daria had promised to take Irena but an impending deadline at work kept her from fulfilling that promise. So, I found myself waiting in line with a vibrating bundle of joy by my side, waiting to make our way through the mall's worn Holiday Village to see Santa. Anna had declared that the whole experience to be lame and had opted to sit aloofly on the bench just outside the entrance to the village, nursing an overpriced coffee-shop hot chocolate and musing on the difficulties of being hip in a world filled with lameness.

Irena and I reached Santa before she exploded and I watched as she practically teleported herself onto his lap. By the look on his face, I could tell that Irena had downloaded her entire wish list (a tome of some 3 pages in length) into his ear in a single breath. While I had become used to Irena's style of communication, I knew it could be a little overwhelming for a newbie. Eventually Santa managed to process enough of the download to regain the power of speech and he whispered something into Irena's ear. Whatever he said had her bounding back to me to ask if there was anything that I wanted for Christmas and so I told her all I wanted was a set of Russian dolls. Irena looked at me curiously and so I explained to her that Russian dolls were a set of dolls that nested one inside the other. There was a momma doll and then one daughter doll after another until you got down to a baby doll. She marched off to Santa to report her findings and, after paying for an overpriced, overexposed 8 x 10 photo of an Irena shaped blur on Santa's lap, we left Santa; gathered up Anna and went home.

Daria's Story


Daria awoke in the early hours of Christmas morning to find herself lying naked on a sheepskin rug in front of a roaring fire. A few abortive movements told her she had been hogtied and the strain on her jaws confirmed that a ball gag had been inserted in her mouth. A few more moments of consciousness brought with it the awareness that her children were similarly restrained and were laid out before her in order of height and that each of them were adorned with a bright red bow tied around their necks.

As panic and fear began to chase each other through her brain ("Be calm, just wait for Master," said a small voice and she became calm) ancient memories stirred. Memories of a Christmas 14 years past and of innocence lost ("Forget, just wait for Master," said the voice and she forgot). Memories of being presented like this before - the last rather than the first ("Remember only your lessons, wait for Master," demanded the voice). Memories of days of debauchery ("Enjoy, wait for Master," the voice commanded and she started to become aroused). Memories of obedience ("As Master wishes, wait for Master," the voice cooed and she waited). Memories that faded away as quickly they came. She had no need of memories, she had no need of thought; all she needed to do was await her Master's pleasure.



On Christmas morning I woke to find a small gift box on my night stand. Opening it revealed an unusual set of Russian dolls - the outer doll was practically nude, a painted loin cloth covered its ass, but the rest of its body was bare and highly detailed (almost anatomically detailed). Its blonde hair gleamed and its green eyes sparkled. The only other covering it had was a painted red ribbon about its neck. Opening it revealed a second doll also adorned with a red ribbon about its neck, yet this one's body was covered with a painted robe. Opening this doll yielded a third doll painted in a similar fashion as the second. Opening it revealed nothing but a small piece of paper and three small wooden beads. The paper read, "Yours to command for 12 days. Complete the set, yours to command forever." I wondered about what the message meant, how Daria (for it must have been her) got the box into my room without waking me, and why on earth would she haven given me an incomplete set of erotic Russian dolls. I reassembled each doll - symmetry seemed to demand that I place one bead inside each doll before putting each half back together. I left the 3 dolls standing on my nightstand, dressed and went downstairs to make breakfast.

The sound of a fire coming from the living room distracted me from my trajectory towards the coffee pot in the kitchen and the freshly brewed elixir it contained. At to my great surprise, 3 beautiful, naked nymphs, bound and gagged - attractively arranged before a roaring fire, greeted me. It took a moment for my sleep-fogged brain to process the fact that these 3 nymphs, wearing nothing but Christmas bows around their necks, were Daria, Anna, and Irena.

Oh, the rope work binding each into a hogtie was exquisite - each being tied so as to immobilize while still displaying them at their erotic best - and the ball gags led to thoughts that those mouths could be filled with something better. But it was the bow, that simple little red ribbon that made me understand that someone had fulfilled the spirit and the letter of my request to Santa. I went to check my present; Anna and Irena were out cold (their pulse was strong, their breathing regular, their circulation - even under the ropes - was good and their skin was warm). Only Daria was conscious, her green eyes shown with life; she simply seemed to be waiting for me to unwrap her.

I moved to untie her and the scent of her arousal seemed to pour off her body. As I loosened her ropes, my dick began to harden. When I removed the gag from her mouth, her first words made it go as rigid as a steel rod. She rose to a kneeling position, knees spread, arms behind her back - forcing her small, rounded tits forward, head bowed down, eyes averted and said, "What may this slut give you Master?"

It was at that moment it became clear what I wanted - while untying her I'd imagined what it would be like to drive my cock into her hot twat, to pound into her and to fill her cunt with my cum. As I removed her gag I thought about how it would feel to fuck her throat, to see those sweet red lips wrap themselves about my shaft and to watch the expressions run through those shining green eyes as I flooded her mouth. But those words made up my mind - I wanted to make my own mark on that body. I wanted to go where no one (or at best a few) had been before. So, I gently pushed her onto her hands and knees and moved behind her, guiding the head of my cock toward her rosebud and with little warning drove it into her in one stroke. Her scream of shock and pain echoed about the room, but failed to stir either of the girls. As I continued to pound into her ass, her screams of pain seemed to confirm that this was virgin territory. Eventually her screams became whimpers, the whimpers became moans and as I neared my climax, she was fucking me back. She even managed to reach her climax as I blew stream after stream of cum deep into her ass. Pulling my cock from her ass, I told my little slut to fix breakfast for two and headed to the downstairs bath to clean up.



As Master drove his cock into her virgin ass, Slut felt it was splitting her in two. That it came without warning was to be expected, after all she was there to satisfy Master's lusts. She was only the gift, the toy, an object to be played with at Master's whim and as Master desired. It was its size that shocked her - she had never thought that such length and girth could fit into her body without killing her. As she screamed out in pain and surprise, she realized that it would fit, that she would survive and through the pain pleasure began to grow and grow and grow. It grew until the feel of Master's hot cum filling her triggered its blossoming, flooding her brain with endorphins. As was his right, Master pulled his cock from her after he had finished and set her the chore of making his breakfast. She gave no thought to the other two bodies lying on the floor as she trotted off to the kitchen, her Master's cum dripping from her ass. She had pleased Master; all was right in her world.



Neither of the girls had regained consciousness by the time Daria (still hard to think of her simply as Slut - even though she insisted that was all the name she needed) and I had finished breakfast. When I asked her if I should be concerned, she simply shrugged and said that each toy would awaken when I had finished with the previous one. I replied that I had already fucked her so shouldn't one of them be awake? She laughed and told me that I was being silly. I gave her a list of tasks to do and went off to the living room to ponder on things, monitor the girls (they remained unconscious but otherwise appeared in no distress), and watch some football. Daria spent the day waiting on me hand and foot, performing the chores I assigned her during those moments when she determined my immediate needs and desires had be fulfilled. The fact that she was naked while doing all this didn't seem to faze her though it did have a rather salubrious effect on my dick.

It had only been a couple of hours since I had fucked her ass when I found my cock growing hard again. At my age, this kind of recovery typically requires pharmaceutical assistance. What's the saying - I ain't as good as I once was, but I'm as good once as I ever was? That had been my standard of performance for several years now. So, I told her to give me a blow job and I fell in love; someone had taught this girl well. She didn't give me a blow job, she played my cock like a virtuoso, keeping me just on the edge of climax for over an hour. She licked, kissed, caressed and sucked. She took me down her throat without hesitation and held me there, her throat muscles milking my shaft, far longer than I thought possible. Throughout all of this, her eyes never left mine and I watched as adoration, worship and love passed through them. When she finally pushed me over the edge and let me fill her mouth with my cum, joy shone through her eyes. She held my cum in her mouth, not letting a drop spill from her lips until I told her to swallow and I watched her throat work as she drank it down.

By the time dinner had rolled around, I had enjoy her talented mouth three more times and, to my amazement, had still not slaked my lust for this petite beauty. Deciding to call it an early night, I took her up to my bed. As I climbed into bed, I noticed that the largest doll had changed - with the exception of the painted red ribbon about its neck, the doll was completely naked - the painted loin cloth was missing. I took Daria into my arms, pulled her on top of me and told her to fuck me and found that she was as good with her cunt as she was with her mouth. By the time she had finished with me, I was floating on an endorphin high with nothing more pressing on my mind than the need for sleep. As I drifted off to sleep, I think I noticed that the middle sized doll was no longer robed, though loin cloths covered its ass and cunt and a veil covered its mouth.



Slut hesitated for a moment as she guided Master's cock into her dripping cunt, unsure that she would be able to take its entire length into her. She slowly dropped down onto it, enjoying the delicious shivers each entering inch sent through her body. She felt it bottom out against her cervix before she had completely impaled herself on it, so she started to slowly rise back up along its length, its girth stretching the walls of her cunt so much that her clit was drawn tightly down against Master's throbbing dick. Her clit began to pulse in time with Master's heartbeat, sending spikes of pleasure racing to her brain. She began to climax as she reached the end of her fourth round trip along Master's cock and by the time she finished the twelfth, her orgasms began to run together and the only thing occupying her mind was the union between her cunt and Master's cock. She slowly brought Master to his release and when she felt his dick swell with his cum, she dropped down as far as she could onto his cock, feeling its head slam into her cervix, feeling his cum shoot into her waiting womb. As she collapsed onto Master's chest she knew that something was different this time, that something important had taken root.

Anna awoke in the early hours of the morning in a panic - she found herself naked, bound, gagged and lying on the floor ("Be calm, just wait for Master," said a small quiet voice and she became calm). She began to scream and thrash about ("Lie still, just wait for Master," cooed the voice and she lay still). When she saw Irena lying in front of her - naked, bound and gagged like she was, questions began to wing their way through her brain ("Hush now, Master will explain; Master will teach; Master will reward - just wait for Master," the voice instructed). As she settled into wait, she began to listen.

Anna's Story


I woke to find Daria holding a breakfast tray and wearing one of my shirts - apparently even she was unwilling to cook bacon in the nude. She cuddled up next to me as I made my way though a breakfast sufficient to give even the hungriest of lumberjacks pause. When I had finished, she removed the tray and headed downstairs to clean up. After performing my morning ablutions, I followed. I was amazed to find yesterday's fire still roaring in the fireplace - flames still dancing about the logs, heat still pouring into the room, but the logs were not being consumed. I bent down to check how Irena was doing and when I raised my head to look at Anna, I was greeted by a pair of green eyes brimming with questions looking back at me.

If Daria's first words put steel in my cock, Anna's words turned it adamantine. Like her mother, once her bonds and gag were removed she drew herself up to knee before me, knees spread, tits thrust forward, arms by her sides hands resting on her thighs, head bowed, eyes averted. Then she said, "Please teach this slave, Master."

I was at a loss as to where to start. Here was an excess of riches, a blank canvas upon which I was to make the first marks, a piece of virgin clay to mold to fit my every desire. My throbbing cock did not let me ponder the situation for long - my body wanted release and my mind was not all that far behind. The first impulse to cross my lust filled brain was to watch my cock spread her lips apart and to fill her mouth with my cum. Rather than endure a virgin's tentative first attempts at oral sex, I decided that Anna should learn by example and called Daria into the living room and told her to teach Anna the art of fellatio. I made myself comfortable in a well-padded chair and, with Anna and Daria kneeling before me, let the lesson begin.

What followed was one of the longest blow jobs of my life- Daria would demonstrate a technique and Anna would follow. As time went on, Daria began to let Anna do more and more of the work, coaching her on the finer points, encouraging her to push herself, rewarding her when she succeeded and punishing her when she erred. I will admit Daria's system of rewards and punishment were as arousing to watch as it was to watch Anna work on my cock. When Anna performed to Daria's satisfaction, Daria would caress Anna's clit and finger fuck her cunt. The resulting moans would vibrate wonderfully through my cock. Should Anna fail to meet the grade, Daria's hand would warm Anna's ass. When this happened, I would feel Anna whimper around my dick. I will give Anna credit for being a quick study; she only raised her mouth from my cock once in response to one of Daria's little corrections. 30 spanks later, she was begging for it to stop, swearing that she would never do it again. Still, 20 minutes into her lesson, Anna's ass was glowing a marvelously sexy shade of red even though Daria's "corrections" were starting to become slightly more infrequent.

It was becoming evident that Daria was intending to bring Anna up to her level of expertise in one sitting. As admirable and pleasurable as that goal was, I was reaching a point where my need for release was greater than my desire to have Anna become Daria's equal as a fellatrix. So, I decided to end this particular lesson and grabbing Anna's head, I drew her down onto my cock - forcing it down into her throat. Her choking on my cock was enough to put me over the edge and I sent streams of cum shooting down her throat.

While Anna's oral administrations had taken the edge off the lust burning through my brain and had softened the rock-like nature of my dick to some degree, my cock was still hard enough for Anna's next lesson. I was not sure where my strength came from but I grabbed Anna under her arms and, in one motion, lifted her into my lap. Some instinct drove Anna to spread her legs and to straddle my chest, an instinct that left her cunt balanced on the head of my cock. I could feel the heat of her cunt flowing into my cock's head, her fluids dripping down my shaft. I fought the urge to just pull her down on to me in one quick motion, to embed myself in her tight silken vice of a cunt in a single thrust. Not wanting to cause her any great distress, I let her down slowly, each delicious millimeter sending jots of electric pleasure into my brain. Anna only whimpered when my cock broke through her maidenhead and when her sparkling green eyes told me I had reached her limit, I stopped her downward journey. I moved my hands to her ass and held her in place - she winced, confirming that Daria had been quite vigilant in her correction - and waited as her body adapted to my invasion.

Her clenching pussy was bringing my cock back to its original hardness. I watched as surprise and wonder raced across Anna's face as my cock began to stretch her past what she had thought to be her limits. By the time my cock had become fully erect, her cunt had been stretched so tightly it felt as if we were locked together. Each twitch of my cock, every shift of her body no matter how slight, built our pressure. We were barely moving and yet, from the expressions running through her eyes, I was fucking her brains out. As her breathing turned ragged, I felt her first orgasm race through her body and I could feel my cum start to rise in my balls. Her eyes glazed over when her second orgasm shook her like a dog shaking a rag and I could feel my release building. Her third orgasm was met with mine and I flooded her cunt with my cum as her head rolled back on her neck and consciousness fled from her eyes. I lifted her from my cock - my cum pouring from her cunt - and laid her back down on the floor at my feet. I told Daria to clean me off and then to see to her daughter. A (regrettably) few minutes later, Daria's hot little tongue had removed any trace of my cum and her daughter's fluids from my cock and I rose to break my fast.

I left Daria and her daughter to their own devices for the majority of the day. I spent most of the day tending to life's tedious chores - paying bills, balancing accounts and the like. I did pause a few times - once to enjoy Daria's body (quite a delightful interlude), once as part of Anna's continuing education in fellatio. Daria assured me that Anna was quite eager to fuck me upon the conclusion of the lesson, but seeing how gingerly the girl walked, I decided to give her a little more time to recover before spreading her legs again. I also placed orders for a couple of sets of graduated butt plugs and a set of graduated dildos - all to be sent overnight, express delivery. Given how tight Anna's cunt had been, I had my suspicions that her ass would need a little training before I fucked it, and given Irena's size, I doubted I'd fit in either her cunt or ass without something(s) paving the way first.

That night, I took Anna and Daria to bed and Daria coached her daughter through yet another lesson in fellatio. Based on the color of Anna's ass, it appeared that Daria was quite pleased with her daughter's progress,. By the time I came, Anna's ass was only a light pink. At my command, Daria then proceeded to direct her daughter in the finer points of fucking - walking her through the basic ways a cock and cunt may join together. By the time I filled Anna's cunt for a second time, both girls had racked up a dozen orgasms between them - a feat that did my male ego no end of good. I was beginning to feel a bit like a king stag lording over a harem of does. It was well past midnight by the time I was finished with the girls, and before I fell into the arms of Morpheus, I looked over at my night stand and noticed two things: the middle doll was now only wearing a loin cloth over her ass and the paper now read, "Yours to command for 10 days. Complete the set, yours to command forever." As sleep took me, a stray though trickled though my brain - was the phrase "complete the set" faded?



As Slave rose from the floor and settled into the presentation stance the voice has taught her, she felt a flush of embarrassment heat her face. The voice had assured her that this would please Master and she could still hear its quiet calming tone tell her not to worry, not to be shy; everything would be all right if she just obeyed. As she knelt there before Master, waiting for his approval, waiting for a sign that he would accept her, she felt her pussy begin to moisten, felt the stirrings of an urge she had no words for, felt a dampness start to creep down her inner thighs. She heard Master call Slut into the room, heard him tell Slut to teach her how to suck dick and she relaxed - Master had accepted her.

Slave slowly, carefully placed her mouth over Master's cock and, as Slut instructed, began to lick its large, warm tip as she gently slide her lips along its shaft until it filled her mouth. She withdrew, taking care to make sure that a thin coat of her spit covered it. She wrapped her hands around what she could not fit into her mouth and began to stroke that length. These initial tentative efforts and her lack of coordination brought Slut's hand down sharply onto her ass. The pain of the strike caused her to pull away from Master's cock, her hands reaching back to protect her ass, as she screamed in pain. She soon realized her error as Slut struck her ass again and again, each blow deliberately placed, each blow finding an untouched spot, each blow coming only as the pain from the previous had peaked, each blow accompanied by the instruction to never stop pleasuring Master. By the time 10 blows had landed, Slave was sobbing, after 15 she was begging to be forgiven, when 20 had fallen she was pleading to be allowed to continue, promising she would never abandon Master's pleasure again. Slave took 10 more swats before she was allowed to continue with her lesson. Slave began again - her mind fixed on a single goal - she existed only for Master's pleasure and she tuned out everything except the feeling of Master's cock in her mouth and under her hands. Slut's voice was the only sound she heard as it guided her, taught her. Slave quickly discovered that any waiver of that focus brought swats to her ass and every one of Master's moans had Slut's fingers dancing across her clit and waves of pleasure would shoot through her body.

She learned to carefully build Master's pleasure, to back her efforts off when certain signs appeared. She learned when to go fast, when to slow down. She was beginning to learn how to worship at the altar of Master's cock. So intense was her concentration, she barely registered Master grasping her head. It was only when she felt him pull her further down onto his cock that she raised her eyes and looked into Master's face in surprise. She gagged as Master thrust his cock into her throat and poured his cum into her. As there was no other option, she began to swallow as fast as she could and yet, as Master pulled her head back, some of his cum leaked from the corners of her mouth. This earned her ass another swat from Slut and a hissed instruction to use her fingers to guide those errant drops back into her mouth. Slave quickly did so and, lacking directions to the contrary, swallowed those down as well.

Slave yipped in surprise when Master lifted her onto his lap. Had the small voice not told her to spread her legs, she was sure she would have struck Master with her knees. Her body shuddered as she imagined what the punishment for striking Master would be - a shudder that was stopped by the feeling of Master's cock at the entrance of her pussy. Her initial reaction was to tense her entire body - the largest thing that had ever tried to enter her pussy before had been her finger during her few tentative attempts at masturbation - yet her mother's coaxing voice and the small voice's encouragement soon had her relaxing. As she relaxed, she felt Master's cock slowly enter her, slowly stretch her - each movement sending pleasure through out her body. There was a moment of slight discomfort but that was soon washed away by the wonderful sensations Master's cock was giving her. Then the slow progression of Master's cock stopped - she felt stretched to her limit, there was no room in her cunt for anything more. She felt Master's cock pulsing in her cunt, pulsing in time to his heartbeat. She felt her body respond - synchronizing itself to Master's primal force - her heartbeat in time with his, her lungs filled in time with his, her cunt began to contract and relax in time with the throbbing of his cock. Her entire awareness, her entire being became centered on Master, on his cock, on her cunt. Then, Master's cock began to swell, began to grow; she became locked to Master, locked to his cock.

Sensation began to flood Slave's brain, each beat of her heart, each breath she took, every twitch of a muscle sent waves of pleasure through her cunt and to her brain. As Master began to move his cock - gently, slowly - in and out of her pussy, never more than a few millimeters, pleasure started to flood her brain - each wave building and building until a tidal wave of joy coursed through her body. Then unbelievably, it began again - the joy, the pleasure built until it exploded across her mind, her body shaking in the aftermath. Then, as Master started to pump his cum into her cunt, it happened a third time - joy burned through her mind, taking consciousness with it.

Slave woke to find herself lying on the floor at the foot of Master's chair, covered with a blanket, her thighs sticky with her dried fluids and Master's cum. She rose, her muscles complaining about overuse, her cunt aching and sore. When she had found her balance, she went to search for Slut (she would never presume to look for Master without a specific order). She spent the remainder of her day being instructed by Slut and practicing her newly acquired skills and ending it in Master's arms - his cum dripping from her cunt - in total bliss, secure in the knowledge that something now anchored her to Master.



As expected, a small discrete brown box arrived the next afternoon and I placed the sex toys into Daria's hands, telling her to use them to prepare Anna and Irena for me. It took 3 days before Daria told me that Anna's ass was ready for me. It had been a very pleasurable 3 days for me as I found that the anal plugs gave Anna a delightful twitch in her walk, regrettably the plug also made her cunt so tight fucking her had become painful, so I was forced to limit my use of her to fucking her mouth only - Daria was not so lucky as her ass and cunt took the brunt of my lust.

Those three days also saw me keeping close watch on Irena. Her condition remained static; the only visible change was that her body was now adorned with a changing array of dildos and anal plugs. There was never an hour when a sex toy was not occupying her cunt, her ass, or both. I found the scene disturbingly erotic; her body was flushed with arousal, her cunt streamed fluids and yet she slept on, unresponsive to all events.

By the time Anna was declared ready for my attentions, the message on the paper read: "Yours to command for 6 days. Complete the set, yours to command forever." It had become apparent that the fire burning in the living room's fire place was dwindling - the logs that fed it had burned halfway through. I decided that the occasion of Anna's final deflowering should be a celebration and told Daria and Anna to prepare an early dinner, decorate the house for the occasion, and to decorate themselves as well. I headed out to do a little shopping.

The girls' (even Irena's) ribbons were becoming a bit worn and I went looking for a suitable replacement. Several hours and a half dozen jewelry stores later I found what I was looking for and returned home with 3 small boxes in hand. As I walked through my front door, I was greeted by the sight of an elegant dinner laid out on the dining room table and Daria and Anna - made up to the nines - kneeling on the floor before it: knees spread, tits thrust forward, heads bowed. My cock informed me that, as far as it was concerned, dinner could wait, but I resisted that urge, preferring instead to eat first. While I enjoyed a leisurely meal, the girls' was a bit rushed as I had Anna seeing to my cock with her mouth during the first half of my meal and had Daria finish me off during the latter half. As Anna was serving me my dessert, I shot my cum into Daria's waiting mouth. I told the girls to skip dessert and had Daria share my cum with Anna in its place. The sight of the two snowballing my cum brought some life back to my cock. I rose from the table and walked with my girls into the living room. As we passed through the entry hall, I took 2 of the small boxes from my coat's pocket.

I sat down in my leather recliner and had the girls kneel before me. I reached out and brought Daria's head down into my lap. I untied the ribbon that had, since Christmas, been her only clothing and removed it from her neck. I dropped it to the floor next to her and removed a thin, platinum chain from one of the small boxes. The chain was a stylized version of a dog's choke chain collar, complete with name tag; it was designed to close down on the neck when pulled but never close down far enough to actually choke its wearer. I slipped the collar over her head and settled it so that the name tag settled between her tits. I let her up and as she settled back onto her heels the light sparkled off the tag's engraved message. I watched tears of joy well up in her eyes as she read that message's single word "Daria-Slut." I performed the same ritual with Anna, replacing her ribbon with a chain with a tag reading "Anna-Slave."

I rose and shed my clothes as I walked over to stand by the fireplace. As I basked in the heat of the fire, I called Anna over to me and told her to get on her hands and knees between the fire and her sister. I then called Daria over and, after whispering a few instructions to her, had her use her hands and mouth to bring my cock to full erection and then coat it with a generous amount of lube. When she had completed her task, I positioned myself behind Anna's trembling body and eased the plug from her ass. Before her rosebud had a chance to completely close, I thrust into her, stopping only when her body jerked her hands from the floor and her voice wailed in surprise and pain. I held her there, impaled on my cock, until she stopped trying to pull away from the invader now occupying her ass. I reached under her and, cupping her tits in my hands, pulled her torso upright.

As instructed, Daria knelt before us and began to play with Anna's clit and to finger fuck her cunt. As Anna began to relax and give into the pleasure her mother was providing, I began to slowly fuck Anna's ass, never pulling all the way out, never driving further than my original thrust. Soon Anna was panting with arousal and she began to rock her body back against my cock, then forward onto her mother's waiting hand. Anna's first orgasm took me by surprise and I began to thrust faster. By the time Anna's second orgasm shook through her body I was ready to find my release and let my cum shoot into her ass as the last spasms of her orgasm passed over her. As I released my hold on her tits, she slumped forward into her mother's arms. I pulled my softening dick from her ass and stood up. I picked Anna up out of her mother's arms and carried her upstairs. Daria ran ahead of us and began to fill the master bath's whirlpool tub. When the tub was full, I stepped into the tub still cradling Anna in my arms. I dropped slowly down into the tub, and as the water began to lap over Anna's body, Daria slipped in with us. Daria and I gently washed my spend from her daughter, and as Anna came back to the us, we settled in for a soak before going to bed.

Before settling down to sleep I took a look at each of the dolls decorating my night stand. As I had come to expect, the smallest doll was no longer covered by a robe, it was now only clothed in a veil and a pair of loin cloths. The other two dolls lacked any covering at all - even their red ribbon was gone, replaced by a thin silver collar with a tag dangling between their painted tits. Some part of my brain noted that these two dolls felt slightly heavier than they had when I first picked them up - a thought my rational mind immediately dismissed. This was only the second time I had picked the dolls up and thus I had no basis for such a conclusion.



Slave hated the butt plugs she had been forced to wear for the last three days. Slave hadn't believed Slut that these were necessary to prepare her body for Master's cock. After all, Master's cock fit her mouth, fit her throat, fit her cunt; there was no way it wouldn't fit her ass. Slut told her these uncomfortable things were necessary to reduce the pain that would occur when Master entered her. Again Slave couldn't believe that, Master's cock was a source of pleasure not pain. As far as she was concerned, the moment when Slut declared her ready to receive Master's cock could not come too soon.

By the time Master finished dinner and led them to the living room, Slave was trembling with arousal. She could barely keep still as she knelt before Master, waiting for him to finish putting a necklace on Slut. She barely registered it when he did the same thing to her - noting only that her new collar was significantly lighter and far more comfortable than her old ribbon. She practically skipped over to the fireplace and had dropped down on her hands and knees before Master had finished getting the words out. Slave waited impatiently as Slut prepared Master's cock and when she felt Master kneel behind her and remove the large plug that had been occupying her ass all day, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Her relief was short lived, she felt Master's cock slide between her ass cheeks and then pain flooded over her as Master's cock thrust into her. Rational thought left her as her world reduced itself to the massive invader impaling her, the need to get away from it, and the need to wail her distress to the world. She hadn't thought it could get worse, but then Master reached under her, grabbed her tits and lifted her torso up - crushing her body back into his chest. The change in position allowed more of that impaling shaft to enter her and her world became centered around the pain. Slowly, very slowly pleasure replaced the pain. Pleasure began to bring her back to the world, back to Master. Slowly pleasure started to entice her to move against Master's cock, against the fingers that were playing with her cunt. Slowly the pleasure began to build and then crest not once but twice and with the second she felt Master's cum explode into her ass.

High on endorphins, Slave barely registered Master bathing her - the sparkling tag that lay between her tits, sparkling mesmerizingly, seemed to be all that occupied her attention. However, as she soaked in the hot water, her mind came back to the world and soon she found herself walking (stiffly) under her own power to Master's bed.

Irena's Story


Dawn's rosy light was gracing the sky when Irena woke from a wonderful dream to find herself lying on a warm sheepskin rug in front of a blazing fire. She knew that she would be able to move (the little elf in her dream had told her she was going to be Master's present and all presents came wrapped). She knew that she wouldn't be able to make a sound (the little elf had told her that there would be something in her mouth to keep her from waking Master). She knew that there were things in her pussy and ass (the friendly elf had told her they were they to make it easier for her to please Master). As she lay there, she could still hear the elf's small quiet voice echo through her mind ("Be good and wait for Master," the voice crooned over and over).



I was jostled from a sound sleep to find Anna shaking my shoulder, her eyes shining with excitement. I had to bite back my laughter as the realization of what she had just done crossed her face. Having dared to be so forward, my shy, retiring, demure Anna now began to blush in embarrassment and I watched as her checks reddened and her eyes dropped from mine. To save her the stress of having to stammer out an apology, I tossed the sheets covering me aside and pulled her on top of me, guiding her down onto my morning hard-on. I gave little heed to her pleasure as I simply used her to get myself off as quickly as possible (hydraulic pressures precluding a long slow fuck). It never occurred to me to ask her why she had awoken me. I simply pushed her off me, rose and headed to the bathroom - leaving her panting with my cum leaking from her pussy.

After dressing, I went downstairs to find Irena lying before the fire, her green eyes sparkling above the straps of the ball gag filling her mouth. I knelt beside her and loosed her from her bonds. Before removing her gag, I pulled the plug from her ass and the dildo from her cunt - amazed that Daria had managed to stretch these orifices out enough to accept the largest member of each of the sets of toys. I removed her gag and waited anxiously for her first words.

Irena rolled herself into a kneeling position, her knees spread to display her small hairless cunt, her hands clasped behind her head - fingers interlaced, her tiny developed tits displayed to best advantage; her eyes downcast and she said, "Please play with this toy Master."

At these words my cock went from soft to hard in an instant and, in the next moment I had it freed from the confines of my slacks. In one more moment I had picked her up, her legs wrapped around my waist and the head of my cock beginning to split her cunt lips. Before I could sheath my cock in Irena's wet, waiting cunt, Daria appeared behind Irena and took Irena's weight in her arms, saying gently, "Master, you must go slowly with one this small. Let me guide her for you."

Those words struck a chord with what was left of my thinking brain and I wrapped my arms around the two of them, sandwiching Irena between us. Daria began to slowly lower Irena down onto my cock. Irena had only descended an inch before I felt my cock breach her maidenhead. Irena's entrance to womanhood was greeted by a yelp of pain and as it left her mouth, Daria stopped Irena's descent and held her as her body adjusted to my presence. After a few moments, Irena gave her mother a barely perceptible nod and Daria began again to lower her down my cock. Daria lowered Irena another two inches before beginning to raise her up along my shaft. I reached around one of Irena's legs and wrapped my hand around my shaft at the point where Irena's cunt stopped its descent along my cock. Using very short strokes and my hand as a stop, Daria began to fuck Irena with my cock.

Fucking Irena was like fucking a hot, wet vice. My cock was being squeezed from every side, every motion stimulating my sensitive cock head. I could feel Irena's tiny clit as it was dragged up and down my shaft - up to collide with the rim of my cock head, then down to rest on the knuckles on my thumb. I hoped that her first fuck was doing as much for Irena as it was for me as I felt my cum start to boil up from my balls. A hope that was answered as Irena began to shake in orgasm as my cum splashed into her cunt. Daria held her in place until my cock had completely softened and had slide from Irena through the actions of gravity and the pressure from the walls of Irena's pussy. I had no idea how long we knelt there, Irena sandwiched between us, her body twitching occasionally as orgasms rippled through her body until my cock had dropped from her cunt.

Daria then turned Irena around and positioned her on her hands and knees, saying, "Take her ass now Master. Take her ass while she is still relaxed." Amazingly, I found my cock rising to this task and as it stiffened, I thrust into her ass, careful to only fill it with the first three inches of my cock, the same three inches that still gleamed with Irena's own lubrication. My invasion of her ass brought some life back into Irena and she began to moan out her pleasure. Once again, Irena's tight little body soon had me ready to cum. I christened her bowels with my cum to a chorus of moans, pants and yips but not to the sight of this little girl shaking her way through another orgasm. Again, I waited until my cock had softened before I pulled from her ass.

Once free of her ass, I carried Irena upstairs and laid her down in my whirlpool tub. I told Daria to clean her up and help her recover from her experience. Then I shucked off my clothes and took a quick shower before heading off to see if Anna had finished preparing breakfast.



As Master held her over his cock, Toy started to panic - she knew that nothing that large could possibly fit inside her. She could feel her cunt begin to split open as her weight began to force that massive invader into her body and she tensed every muscle simply to slow its inevitable progress. She breathed a sigh of relief as she felt Slut behind her, Slut's arms lifting her, stopping her descent. She heard Slut and Master talking but paid no attention to their words, her attention focused solely on the point where Master's cock had entered her pussy. Soon she became aware of being kissed and stroked. Slowly, oh so slowly the pain faded away and slowly, oh so slowly, Master's cock began its upward path.

Then when she thought she couldn't take any more, Master's cock stopped, paused and then receded before the cycle repeated itself. Up and down, never leaving her pussy, always stopping at the same point. Up and down, up and down; her clit dragging along Master's cock, sending little electric shocks along her spine. Up and down, up and down; the slow steady rhythm never ceased. Soon her body became accustomed to Master's cock. Soon she began to rock along with the rhythm until, eventually, she found herself willingly riding that hard, wonderful cock and reveling in the sensations shooting through her. Then it happened - joy burst through her mind, over and over again. She felt Master's cum shoot into her and still the joy came. Over and over the joy shook through her, stopping only when Master's cock fell from her cunt.

Her body exhausted, her mind spent, Toy hardly noticed as Master's cock impaled her ass. Exhausted, she could barely moan as Master thrust faster and faster, his dick stretching her out, driving her towards another joyous release, a release that seemed to be always just out of reach. Even Master's cum exploding into her was not enough to push her over the edge. When Master finally pulled himself from her and let go off her hips, Toy dropped to the floor exhausted, happy in the knowledge that something momentous had occurred.

A long soak in Master's tub and a short nap in Master's bed eased most of the aches from her body and revived Toy's effervescent nature. Seeing that she was alone in Master's room, she got up and padded downstairs to find new ways to please Master.



Irena rejoined us some time after lunch looking a bit more with it, though she was still walking a little stiffly. As Anna was just beginning another of Daria's master classes in fellatio, I called Irena over and had her take Anna's position. Before Daria could introduce her youngest daughter to the art, I replaced Irena's bow with the remaining collar; taking time to admire its fit and the way the tag gleamed between her developing breasts.

Irena quickly caught on to the basic technique thanks to Daria's unique teaching style, but try as she might, she could not encompass my cock with her mouth. She showered it with kisses; she licked it, caressed it, stroked it, but was unable to get it into her mouth. While Daria did not warm Irena's ass for being unable to perform the physically impossible, she did warm it on those occasions when she deemed Irena's other efforts unsuitable. Like her sister, Irena got a brief, sharp lesson in not letting her attention wander from my cock and by the time I felt the stirrings of my orgasm, Irena's ass was glowing and the heat coming off it was palpable. As I came, I held Irena's mouth to the tip of my cock and ejaculated into her mouth through her pursed lips.

While some of my cum made its way into her mouth, most of it dripped from her chin and down on to her tits. She swallowed what was in her mouth and, much to her mother's displeasure, gleefully smeared the remainder across her face and all over her tits. Since I found the sight of this little girl smearing my cum into her skin erotically amusing, I stopped Daria from reinforcing the concept that a good fellatrix swallowed everything.

For the rest of the day, I enjoyed both Anna's and Irena's lovely young bodies, gently fucking them both until the three of us were exhausted. As I fell asleep I noticed that the smallest doll had lost all of its painted clothing except for the veil covering its mouth.



On January 6th, twelve days after Christmas, I woke to find myself alone and my nightstand empty; the three dolls that had been sitting on it lying on the floor, once more nested together. The sight of those dolls had lascivious memories racing through my mind; over the last 12 days, all three girls were quite inventive in their drive to please me and I had been pleased that I was able to rise to every occasion. As I replaced the dolls on my night stand, I thought they felt heavier.

Epilogue


No one noticed the changes in the neighborhood. No one gave a thought to the fact that the nice married couple that had been living next door to me for the last decade had really only been there since Christmas. No one paid the least attention to the fact that on this warm September morning I ushered 3 pregnant girls into my car. No one, not even the doctors, thought it odd that I was listed as the father of 2 decidedly young girls' babies. No one even noted that my set of Russian dolls was complete.
*Image courtesy of Danaume Rook*
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