Research (MF; Mg; gb; tease; mast; con; sleep; oral; ped)
By Neverlander
(C) 2014

Elena held her cousin's penis captive, cradled deep in warmth between 
her thighs.  Straddling his hips she gazed down at him, looking into 
his eyes as she tantalized the tip of his erection with slow, internal 
contractions that kept him trembling on the edge of climax.  She always 
took him this way, above him, where she could watch his face and enjoy 
his ecstasy or his torment, whatever she chose to inflict.

Being careful not to precipitate his orgasm, she slowly moved an inch 
up and down his shaft.  She felt his glans swell and throb inside her, 
and smiled at his gasp of anticipation.  "Like that?" she whispered.  
"Want more?"  She studied the erotic agony and desperation in his face; 
it excited her.  She leaned forward and allowed her breasts to sway 
before his eyes, and slid up and down his erection again, just once.  
Then she leaned back and laughed softly at his whimper of frustration.

She had always been the mistress of Anatoly's penis, from when they 
were children.  On long trips to the family dacha in the countryside 
outside of Odessa she would be put in the back seat of the touring car 
to sit with her little cousin, to keep him company so that he wouldn't 
become bored and make a fuss.  On cold nights they would ride together 
under a blanket, and on one trip out to the country, when she was 
eleven and he six, she had discovered that he would remain quiet if she 
caressed him between his legs.  She knew this was because she was 
touching his penis, because she could feel it grow under her hand.  He 
didn't object when she unbuttoned his pants and gently withdrew his 
little erection.  She played with it and fondled it with her fingers, 
and after a minute or two he gave a small cry and soon was asleep.  On 
the trip back home a few days later she did it again, but this time she 
stroked him more slowly, so that they were almost home before he had 
his release.  On subsequent trips she always did it this way so that he 
wouldn't just fall asleep right away leaving her with nothing to do.  
She enjoyed trying new ways of touching him that would make him whimper 
and cause his penis to quiver.  Whenever the family started out on 
trips little Tolya would beg to have Elena sit in the back seat with 
him.  She would pretend to be reluctant and put upon to do it, but when 
her mother or aunt insisted that she go back with him she always did, 
and soon had his pants undone.  She told him that he mustn't tell 
anyone what she did with him, because if he did then she wouldn't be 
allowed to touch him like that again.  That was enough for him: he 
never told anyone about it, ever.

As they grew older the nature of their play changed but his dependency 
on the thrilling pleasures she gave him became stronger.  She did not 
use her sexuality to extract favors or gifts as some girls might do.  
For her, Anatoly's deepening need for the arousal she knew how to 
provoke in him was enough to provide excitement and satisfaction for 
her.  She had various ways of teasing him.  Sometimes she would insist 
that he come into her bedroom to talk while she changed her clothes, 
and stripped down to just her underwear in front of him as she prattled 
on about inconsequential things.  On one occasion when they were 
preparing to go the beach she pulled him into her room to change into 
her bathing suit, and stripped naked while he watched.  After putting 
on her tiny bikini she led him out of the room, smiling and giving the 
erection that had appeared under his bathing trunks a little pat as she 
walked by him.  She was seventeen when this happened, and she knew the 
effect that her developing voluptuousness would have on a boy of twelve 
going through puberty.  She knew that Tolya probably masturbated 
frequently because of the way she teased him when they saw each other 
during family visits.  In fact, she had been the one who taught him to 
masturbate; before that he had thought that she was the only one who 
could cause that wonderful feeling between his legs.  Even so, he much 
preferred her hands on him to his own.

As she entered her teenage years Elena had many friends, both girls and 
boys.  She was often on the telephone with them, and when Tolya was 
around she liked to have him with her while she talked.  They would sit 
at opposite ends of the couch, and as she laughed and gossiped with her 
friends on the phone she would have a stockinged foot between Tolya's 
legs, fondling him through his pants with her toes.  Once she took him 
with her when she went to the movies with some of her girlfriends.  She 
sat next to him in the theater, and in the darkness she undid his fly 
and played with him during most of the film, never looking away from 
the screen.

She also liked to tell him details of what she did with her boyfriends 
when they went out on dates, just to tease him and make him envious.  
Often after she did this she would go off and ignore him.  The next 
day, however, if he was still visiting she would take him off into the 
woods near the house, or into an unoccupied room, and demonstrate what 
she had done with her boyfriend.  Often this consisted of long, slow 
pleasuring with her hands or her tongue, but it was on one of these 
occasions that she taught him how to have intercourse.  It had been on 
his thirteenth birthday, and she said it was her birthday present to 
him.

She thought of these times now as she looked down at Anatoly and gently 
began to ride him, finally allowing his tormented penis to slide 
deliciously inside her.  She smiled at his expression of ecstasy as he 
closed his eyes and surrendered to the voluptuous pleasure she was 
giving him as with agonizing lassitude she pushed him closer and closer 
to orgasm.

She knew that it hadn't been right to keep him so enslaved to her over 
the years, but right had nothing to do with it.  For her the 
cultivation of desire and sexual need was of central importance, and 
everything else was secondary.  The accidental discovery of the thrill 
it gave her to tease Tolya's penis when they were children, and the 
many ways she had devised to tantalize and arouse him as they grew up 
had been her introduction to a world of dark pleasure that she had 
become addicted to herself.  But it was a carefully controlled 
addiction, and was the motivation for her studies and subsequent 
psychological research.

Her relationship with Anatoly had gone far beyond their early childhood 
games.  They were both very bright, and when he had gone off to study 
at a technical university in Kiev Elena was already doing post-doctoral 
studies at the Mechnikov National University in Odessa.  As often as he 
could Anatoly visited family in the south, primarily so that he could 
see Elena.  They had continued to keep their relationship a secret, 
since they were first cousins and their families would have been 
scandalized had they learned of it.  That relationship had changed over 
the years, becoming less playful and emotionally darker.  Anatoly was 
sexually obsessed with Elena, so much so that it was almost impossible 
for him to have normal relationships with girls his age.  At twenty-
five he had married, but it hadn't lasted.  Elena offered to give 
advice to his young wife - strictly as a matter of psychological 
consultation - but the silly girl wouldn't listen.  Elena wasn't 
surprised when the marriage ended after two years.  After that Anatoly 
had tried often to break his dependency on her, staying away for 
extended periods, but his need for the seductive and inventive 
pleasures she always had waiting for him invariably won out in the end.  
He knew whenever he sought her out that she would tease and torment him 
mercilessly, and he never knew if he would be treated to ravishing 
orgasms or made to suffer maddening frustration.  For her part, Elena 
simply enjoyed doing it to him.  She knew of his attempts to free 
himself from his obsession with her, and it amused her.  Whenever he 
returned after a long absence she saw to it that he was punished in the 
most delicious ways possible.  Seeing the effects on him of her clever 
teasing was what aroused her, and she had at times achieved orgasm 
simply by watching him suffer sexual frustration.  She was intensely 
interested in men's erotic obsessions and weaknesses, and she would 
interrogate Anatoly in the course of teasing and pleasuring him, 
coaxing him to describe his feelings as he writhed in her bed.

Although she always found new ways to make their meetings exciting, a 
pattern had developed that they seldom varied.  Upon his arrival they 
would both undress, and she would bind his wrists behind his back.  She 
would then sit in a chair and he was made to kneel on a cushion between 
her legs to perform cunnilingus on her as she directed him, telling him 
where and in what manner he should kiss and lick her.  After she had 
achieved several orgasms in this way, he would lie on her bed with his 
hands still tied behind him, and a pillow would be positioned under him 
both to cushion his bound wrists and to raise his hips, making his 
penis more vulnerable and accessible to her.  Then the creative, 
unpredictable part of the session would begin as she went to work on 
him, subjecting him to extended periods of exquisite erotic 
manipulation.  She loved seeing how long she could keep him stretched 
on the rack of slowly mounting pleasure without being allowed release.  
Her knowledge of male anatomy was extensive, and she always found new 
ways to lead him to the edge of climax and keep him there for long 
periods before suddenly stopping, denying him relief and intensifying 
his growing frustration.  After kissing him gently and whispering 
sympathetically into his ear, she'd start again with a promise that 
this time she would allow him to come.  Her promises meant nothing, of 
course.  His orgasm would be granted eventually, but only when she had 
driven him nearly mad with sexual tease.

Now, as she raised and lowered her hips and writhed from side to side 
over him, she listened to his cries of consummation and release as he 
ejaculated deep inside her.  Imagining the intensity of his pleasure, 
following the torment of an hour of wicked teasing, she came as well, 
and was flooded with emotion for him.  This was her little cousin 
Anatoly, her sweet Tolya, who years ago had helped her to discover her 
true nature, who had introduced her to the power of arousal and sexual 
excitement, and the deep thrill it gave her to be in control of it.  
Tolya had set the course of where life would take her, and she would 
never let him go.  His life, his penis, his need were precious to her.  
He would always need what she did to him; she would see to that.

*****

Elena had a sister, or rather a half-sister, the result of a passionate 
night in which her father made love to both her mother and another 
woman, a close friend who often shared their bed.  Marina was born when 
Elena was two, and although the two families lived in different cities 
they remained close - Marina's mother had married another man when 
Marina was a year old, and there was never any jealousy between the two 
mothers.  Everyone got along together as an extended family.

Marina was ambitious.  Unlike Elena she wasn't particularly interested 
in academics and hadn't attended university.  Instead, she pursued 
photography with the intention of some day starting a business that 
would be profitable.  She didn't consider herself an artist, and she 
didn't have the patience to work her way into the competitive world of 
commercial photography and advertising.  There was one area, however, 
that she understood very well, for which there would always be a ready 
market: sex.  She knew that men are drawn to erotic images, and that 
some are willing to pay for material that excites them.  The problem 
was that marketing and distribution are very expensive, and the costs 
involved in producing material in magazine or other print format were 
beyond her means.  The appearance of the internet gave her an 
opportunity that she was quick to seize upon.

From the start she discussed her ideas with Elena.  Elena wasn't 
interested in the technical details involved in setting up a web site 
for the distribution of images and videos, but she had advice to offer 
regarding content that might be the most profitable.  Marina had been 
thinking of producing material similar to what was available in the 
magazines men liked to buy.  Elena had disagreed.

"No?" Marina said.  "Why not?"

"There's already too much of that on the internet.  More of the same 
will go unnoticed."

"So what should we do, then?"

"You remember how Uncle Vadim used to look at us when we were young?"

Marina smiled.  "Oh, yes," she said, "I remember.  The dirty old man!  
Always trying to peek at us."

"That's what you should concentrate on: men like Vadim who like little 
girls."

Marina was unsure.  "But do you think there are enough men like Uncle 
Vadim to make it worth it?  Would I get many customers?"

"Oh, I think there are a great many men who would be excited by 
pictures of pretty little girls.  Also, they're the kind of men who 
would become very attached to your site, more than the men who go to 
ordinary sites."

"Really?  Why?"

"Think about Vadim.  He tried very hard to hide his interest in us.  We 
knew about it, but other people in the family didn't.  Men like him 
have to keep their feelings secret; otherwise, they could get into 
trouble.  There are many men like Vadim everywhere; I know this, I've 
studied them.  They are men who have desires and fantasies about young 
girls, but they have to suppress those desires.  And we know what 
happens when desires are suppressed."

"What?"

"They become stronger, more insistent.  Men who try to hide or deny 
their attraction to little girls are in a state of constant tension, 
almost never able to satisfy their desires, enslaved to them, really.  
So, think of how such men would respond if they found a place where 
their own particular kinds of fantasies were indulged, their forbidden 
desires provoked and encouraged.  They would become loyal customers, 
dependent on what you provided, even more enslaved to their suppressed 
lust."

"You make it sound like a drug!"

"Well, in a way it is, it's another kind of addiction, and you'll be 
successful if you learn to manipulate it."

"How?"

"Well, by planting in your customers' minds a subconscious connection 
between their pleasure and young girls.  Then, whenever they masturbate 
they'll think of little girls, and whenever they see little girls 
they'll need to masturbate - a simple Pavlovian response, really.  
They'll come to need the images you offer - an escalating cycle of 
excitement and dependence on what you provide them for their 
masturbation pleasure.  They'll try to keep their desires a secret, and 
those desires will develop into obsessions.  They'll never be able to 
get enough to satisfy them, and you'll profit by continuing to supply 
them with more stimulation and arousal."

Marina liked Elena's ideas, and soon her website "Sweet Dreams" was 
opened.  It wasn't long before it had thousands of paying subscribers.  
Elena contributed other suggestions regarding content that contributed 
to its success.  Unlike other similar sites that were starting to 
appear at the same time, Marina didn't dress the girls in an overtly 
sexual manner, with stockings, garters, g-strings and the like, or in 
outlandish fantasy costumes.  Instead, the girls appeared in the 
clothes that they would normally wear to school, at play, while 
shopping, riding busses, etc.  Elena explained that for the kind of men 
they were targeting seductive fantasies often arise from ordinary 
situations.  So, a pedophile might see a girl in a playground or a 
shopping mall; he becomes excited, and imagines being able to follow 
her home unseen by her or her parents, and then into her bedroom where 
he could secretly watch her undress.  Marina would provide sequences of 
images of girls in the places where such men might first notice them, 
and then pictures that follow them home, with close-ups that display 
their bodies moving in their tight jeans or shorts, or with teasing 
views up their school skirts or sun dresses, allowing tantalizing peeks 
at their panties.  They would be led up the stairs to a little girl's 
bedroom, and would follow her in, unseen.  Then, like an invisible 
ghost, a man could imagine watching the girl he had drooled over in the 
mall or on the playground as she now slowly undresses in front of him, 
exciting him while he strokes himself right next to her.  He would get 
views calculated to enflame him, close-ups of her pretty face and soft, 
moist lips, views from below emphasizing her young, pert bottom in the 
skimpy panties he had only been able to imagine before, tantalizing 
views from the rear of those panties being pushed down, moments when 
shirts or blouses were removed to reveal flat, prepubescent chests with 
tiny pink nipples, or puffy strawberries on newly swelling breasts, and 
finally close-up, high-definition images of a smooth, pouting vulva.  
He might also see her asleep in bed where blankets had been tossed 
aside to show her nightgown ridden up, tantalizing him with tiny 
panties or bare bottoms, or driving him mad as she lay on her back 
totally nude with her legs spread apart, and he would imagine himself 
there like a drooling incubus, touching her, hanging over her and 
masturbating deliriously.

Offerings such as these made Marina's site hugely popular, with avid 
fans from all over the world.

At Elena's suggestion some of the photo sets with the older girls 
emphasized deliberate tease.  The viewer might be led to a girl's 
bedroom as before, but as she undressed she looked directly into his 
eyes, showing him that she knew exactly what she was doing and how she 
was making him feel.  With wicked smiles and taunting expressions she 
let him know that she was teasing him and making his sexual frustration 
worse on purpose, and that she enjoyed doing it to him.  Sometimes the 
aroused man would not be rewarded with images of her nude body at all, 
and be left hanging just as lacy panties or a tiny brassiere were about 
to be removed.  Marina had initially objected to these incomplete 
strip-teases.  "Won't men be upset about being teased like that?" she 
had asked.

"Oh, yes," Elena answered.  "It will drive them mad with frustration.  
And they'll love it."  And in fact some customers became addicted to 
these sets most of all, and emailed messages describing how they 
masturbated uncontrollably to them over and over again, and just 
couldn't get enough.  Elena knew her craft well.  In addition, Marina 
added some ideas of her own.  One scenario that proved to be very 
popular with customers was the "virtual voyeur" setting.  Photos in 
these sets were taken through windows with the shades or blinds open 
just enough to provide a peek inside.  Men could then masturbate while 
pretending to be spying on a little girl undressing in her bedroom or 
stepping out of a bath or shower.  Many of these men had probably tried 
to do that in the past, but had never been successful.  With these 
pictures and videos they could imagine "getting lucky" and actually 
seeing what got them so excited to think about.

There was a part of "Sweet Dreams" that was not made known to its 
clientele at large.  The sisters had debated the possible dangers 
involved, and decided to go ahead with it because of the promise of 
increased profits.  In order to get started it had been necessary to 
raise capital for the purchase of equipment and the placing of discreet 
advertisements for models.  Marina approached two or three men she knew 
who were quite wealthy and who would be interested in the "subject 
matter" she intended to produce.  In addition to realizing returns on 
their initial investments from the site's profits, these investors were 
given an additional perquisite - an investor was invited to watch as 
the girls were photographed, and could then have a private session with 
one of the girls, in which she performed a strip-tease for him as he 
watched her and masturbated.  For an additional contribution, two other 
girls would kneel on either side of him and caress his penis as he 
watched the first girl undress.  Only a few of the older models were 
involved in these sessions, those who participated in the deliberate 
tease photo sets.  They were taught to bring an investor to a point 
just short of ejaculation but no further - to achieve orgasm he would 
then have to masturbate as the girls watched.  Marina considered 
including in the site's offerings close-up pictures of the girls 
fondling the men's erections, but decided against it as too risky.  The 
men themselves were given such photos, however, as souvenirs to be 
enjoyed later.

*****

"Nadya, come along now!"  Marina called to her daughter, trying to 
hurry her along so they wouldn't be late for a photo shoot.  On nice 
days they liked to walk through this park to get to the studio, even 
though it was a little longer than staying on the street.  She had 
bought Nadya an ice cream cone and left her by the public fountain 
while she, Marina, went off to buy flowers to decorate the studio set.  
Nadya had promptly disappeared, and Marina had just now found her 
wandering about the playground not far from the fountain.

Nadya was eleven now, though somewhat small for her age.  Her father 
had been a very fair Russian, and she had inherited his light blond 
hair, pale complexion, and wide-set, somewhat slanted gray-blue eyes.  
She was impish and pretty, with a grin that was distinctive because of 
a chipped front tooth, the result of a childhood fall.  Her figure was 
lithe and graceful, and although she was quite slender her hips had 
started to fill out, and when she wore a sundress, as she was doing 
today, her small, pert breasts could be seen pressing against the thin 
fabric.  Her parents had separated when she was very young, and she 
lived exclusively with her mother.  She was one of the first models to 
appear in "Sweet Dreams."

As soon as she had gotten her ice cream she set about enjoying it the 
way she liked best.  She stood by the fountain for a moment, then 
strolled towards a playground where several children were playing.  
There were a few benches on the periphery of the play area, and two of 
them were occupied by solitary men watching the children play.  One of 
them looked like a laborer, with rough trousers and shirt and wearing a 
gray cap, while the other wore sunglasses and a business suit, with its 
jacket lying across his lap.  Both of them were staring intently at two 
little girls whose mothers had removed all their clothing except for 
their underwear, squealing as they ran through sprinklers set in the 
lawn that formed the outer boundary of the play area.  Nadya strolled 
past the two men, licking her ice cream cone, as a warm breeze 
fluttered and lifted her short skirt.  She turned and walked to a low 
wall opposite the benches and sat down on it, turning sideways and 
raising a bent knee.  Leaning back on one hand, she resumed licking her 
cone, slowly and very deliberately.  As the ice cream melted, she 
inclined her head to catch the errant rivulets, carefully lapping each 
one up with the flat of her tongue.  Occasionally she swirled her 
tongue around the top of the cone, working it into a sharp peak, then 
delicately flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across it.  She 
closed her eyes and formed her lips into an "O" and closed them around 
the sculpted ice cream peak to draw it into her mouth.  She then licked 
her lips to catch whatever had escaped, and once again set to licking 
and swirling her tongue around and around.  When she was done with her 
treat she got down from the wall and walked out of the playground past 
the two men, smiling and licking her fingers.  She could almost feel 
their eyes.

When Nadya heard her mother calling to her she ran back to the fountain 
to meet her.  She was very excited, because today she was going to be 
allowed for the first time to be one of the girls who posed in private 
for an investor!  For a long time her Mama had said no, no matter how 
hard she begged, but finally she had given in and said yes.  Guess I 
wore her down, thought Nadya.  That was partly right, but Marina also 
knew that Nadya's pale beauty and soulful gaze, and the way she 
provoked the viewer with subtle smiles when she posed would be sure to 
excite and entice the heavy-breathing oligarchs who supported her 
studio!  And it wouldn't be long before they'd be begging for the 
extras to accompany Nadya's disrobing, extras for which they paid a 
premium.

Nadya so hoped that one of those money men would want her to see her 
take her clothes off today.  What she really was excited about was what 
the older girls told her, that while she did it she'd get to see his 
penis get big and hard!  She really wanted to see that.

*****

Two weeks later Elena went to the studio for a meeting with her sister.  
She had just arrived, and as she walked by the dressing room where the 
girls congregated between sessions she paused for a moment at the open 
door, listening to their chatter.  Then she continued on to the room 
next door, where Marina was waiting to discuss plans for recruiting 
girls from the more outlying, rural areas.  Such girls tended to 
project an open, naive innocence that they'd learned had a powerful 
effect on many of their clientele.

On her way out of the meeting she poked her head into the dressing room 
where several of the girls were still chatting.  "Nadya, will you come 
with me, please?  Let's have a little talk."  When her niece came out 
into the hallway Elena led her into the studio area, which was not 
being used at the moment.  They sat down on two chairs behind a camera 
tripod.  Nadya looked at her aunt expectantly.

"So, Nadya," Elena said, "did I hear you telling your friends that you 
touched Mr. Voloshin after you posed for him yesterday?"

Nadya blushed and looked away.  "Just a little," she said in a small 
voice.

"Just a little.  Hm.  And where did you touch him?"

"You know - down there.  It was easy because his pants were open."

"I see.  Did someone tell you to do that?  Your Mama, or one of the 
girls?"

"No, he asked me to do it."  She brightened.  "I think he liked it, 
too!"

Oh, I'll bet he did, Elena thought to herself.  The old pervert!

"Did he force you?  Was he unpleasant to you?"

"Oh, no, he was very polite!"

"Polite."

"Yes, he kept saying `please' - `Please touch me here, Nadya,' or, 
`Please do it again, Nadya,' or, `Please Nadya, oh please don't stop, 
please, please!'  Very polite."

"I see.  You know, Nadya, if an investor desires something like that 
he's expected to pay something in return."

"Oh!  Well, it's all right, then.  He gave me a kopek."

Elena smiled.  "No, I mean it should be discussed between him and your 
Mama.  Such attention from a pretty girl like you is worth much more 
than a kopek!  Understand?"

Nadya shrugged.  "I guess so.  But it was pretty easy.  His thing was 
already out and all I had to do was reach out and hold it.  And, you 
know, move my hand around a little.  Actually, I felt sort of sorry for 
him, `cause when I was taking my clothes off it got so big and red I 
thought it might hurt and maybe I could sort of soothe it.  He seemed 
glad.  I think he liked my hand more than his."

"I have no doubt about that, Nadya.  Still, we'll let Mr. Voloshin know 
that if he wants to choose you next time he'll have to make special 
arrangements with your Mama first.  And something tells me he will 
definitely ask for you again."

Nadya beamed, pleased with herself.  "Hope so!"

Elena smiled at her niece.  "So tell me, what did you think?  Did it 
make you feel uncomfortable?"

"Uncomfortable?  No!  I liked it.  I always wondered what it would feel 
like to touch it.  I mean, I saw lots of them when I posed for some of 
the other men, but I never got to feel one.  I was really curious."

"And?"

"It was nice and warm.  And hard and soft at the same time, you know?  
I was surprised by that.  I mean, the long part is hard and has smooth 
skin you can move up and down, but the top is like a round peach or 
cherry that you can squeeze with your fingers, and the hole in the 
center is like this one eye that's looking out at you!  I laughed when 
I saw it.  It all felt so nice and warm in my hand - I liked cuddling 
it."

"What else did you do to it?"

"Well, first I moved my hand up and down the way he did before when I 
was posing for him.  But then I sort of played with it with both hands, 
feeling it all over.  What I really liked was looking at his face when 
I did something he liked, like tickling the head with my fingers.  He 
got this funny look, like he was worried or something, but I knew he 
wasn't `cause that's when he would say the `please please don't stop' 
stuff."  She put her hand to her mouth and giggled.  Biting her lower 
lip she looked up impishly. "Actually, what was really fun was stopping 
when he said that and then waiting while he got all anxious and begging 
before I did it some more.  I did that a lot."

Well, well, Elena thought.  A born cock-tease, the little minx!  
Nevertheless she felt that they'd need to keep an eye on Nadya, and 
made a mental note to discuss it with Marina.  Elena felt that she was 
still too young to watch investors being fondled during their 
entertainment.  She may be a natural, but we really should hold her 
back for a while.  In the meantime we can drop hints to the investors 
that it may not be too long before they'll be able to feel Nadya's soft 
little hands on them.  That should whet their appetites and keep them 
interested, the old goats.

In the meantime Elena had other work to do.  She really didn't need 
this worry about Nadya on top of everything else she had to attend to!

*****

Fedir hesitated at the door, trying to decide whether to knock or to 
beat a hasty retreat.  The address was the one he had been given, but 
he really had no way of knowing whether the man he had met in the park 
was being truthful when he had described this unusual hotel.  He could, 
after all, have been a member of the police laying a trap.  Still, he 
had met other men who said they had stayed here more than once, and 
they were men he knew better.  He had often sat with them on the park 
benches near the playground; they shared his interests.

He had gotten so excited today, there were so many pretty little girls 
in the park, and his cock was so hard, and it just wouldn't give him 
any peace!  If this place was real, if what the guy said was true...oh 
God I'm getting even harder now just thinking about it!

Taking a deep breath, he stepped up to the door and knocked.  When 
there was no immediate answer he turned to leave, but then the door 
opened and he turned back.  A plump, gray-haired woman regarded him 
with a smile.  "Yes?" she said. "May I help you?"  The man in the park 
had told him what he must say, and exactly the words he should use.

"If you please, I would like some tea," said Fedir.

The woman glanced quickly up and down the street, then opened to door 
to let him in.  She held out her hand.  "Six hundred hryvni, or 
eighteen hundred rubles," she said quietly.  "For tea you don't need to 
sign the guest register."  He had been told what to expect, so he had 
the money with him.  After he had handed the woman three two-hundred 
hryvinia notes, she smiled broadly, flashing a gold tooth.  Stuffing 
the bills into a pocket in her apron, she motioned him to follow her.  
"We are having a late tea now," she said, "so you must join us."  He 
had been told to arrive at this time, about eight in the evening, when 
the hotel guests normally assembled for tea before retiring.  The woman 
led him into a small parlor containing a table and several chairs.  The 
walls were covered in dingy wallpaper with a heavy, out-of-date floral 
pattern, but three floor lamps threw ample light so that the ambiance 
was cozy rather than depressing.

Two middle aged couples were sitting in the room, the hotel's guests, 
and they nodded politely to Fedir as he entered. The woman introduced 
another man sitting by himself as her husband Vasyl Melnyk, the 
proprietor of the hotel, and then excused herself, saying she would 
return with his tea.

There was another occupant of the room who caught Fedir's attention, a 
girl of about eleven or twelve, sitting in a chair next to the table.  
She was very pretty, with fair skin and a lightly freckled nose, and 
red hair that clustered in curls around her face like a ruddy aura.  
She was wearing a white blouse with a short blue skirt that revealed a 
good deal of her crossed legs, and on her feet were high white socks 
and pink sneakers.  This was the proprietors' granddaughter, and she 
was the reason Fedir was here.  He couldn't keep his eyes off her.  If 
she was aware of his eyes staring intently and moving up and down her 
figure she gave no indication of it.  The proprietor watched him as he 
looked at her, but his face remained impassive.  Presently his wife 
returned with a cup of tea and a platter of sweet biscuits, which she 
set down on the coffee table in front of Fedir.  "I'll get your 
coffee," she said to her husband and left the room again.  When she 
returned she handed a cup to her husband, and one to the girl.  "Here's 
some cocoa for you, Stasya," she said.  The girl lay the book down in 
her lap and took the cup from her grandmother, and began sipping with 
evident pleasure.  Fedir sipped his sweetened tea quietly, engaging in 
some murmured conversation with the other guests about the weather and 
football matches.  His eyes frequently returned to Stasya, however, 
watching her as she sipped her cocoa and nibbled delicately at a 
biscuit.  The proprietor joined in the conversation as he drank his 
coffee, while his wife sat next to him with her hands in her lap, 
smiling and saying nothing.

After about ten minutes Stasya put the cup down on the table and 
stretched out her arms, yawning.  "I'm tired, Grandma," she said, "I'm 
going to bed."  Getting up out of her chair she picked up her book and 
started for the door.  The guests said "Good night" to her as she stood 
to go, and she smiled sweetly as she passed them with a little wave.  
Fedir watched her as she walked out of the room, noticing that her 
skirt was indeed very short, oh yes.

After a while the other guests began to leave, and the proprietor 
motioned to Fedir to join him in the hallway.  "Room five," he said, 
pointing.  "Go in there and relax for a while.  I'll call you."

Fedir went into the room at the end of the hallway.  It contained a 
chair and a minimal bed, really just a cot with only a thin blanket.  
He took off his shoes and lay on top of the blanket.  He closed his 
eyes and thought about the girl.  He felt the stirring of an erection 
and moved his hand to it, but did nothing more than touch it before he 
fell asleep.

The knocking was light but insistent.  "It's time," he heard a voice 
say.  He sat up on the cot and looked at his watch - about two hours 
had passed.  He rubbed his hands vigorously over his face, then bent 
down to put his shoes on.  He was feeling light-headed and strangely 
excited.  Melnyk was waiting for him in the hall.  "Okay," he said, 
"this way."  He led Fedir up a flight of stairs and down another 
hallway, stopping at the closed door of a bedroom.  He turned to look 
at Fedir, and spoke quietly.  "Has anybody told you the rules?" he 
said.

"Uh, no, not really," Fedir answered.

"All right, here it is: you can do anything you want, but nothing that 
hurts or leaves a mark, no penetration anywhere with anything, 
especially with that."  He pointed at Fedir's crotch.  "And clean up 
after yourself.  Understand?"

Fedir nodded.

"And listen," Melnyk went on, "if you break the rules we'll know.  And 
we'll find you.  Do you understand?"

Fedir swallowed hard.  "Yes," he said weakly.

"I mean it," the man said menacingly, "we can find you and we will.  
You'd disappear."  Fedir opened his mouth but no words came out.

Suddenly the man's demeanor changed.  "Good, good," he said with a 
broad smile, and patted Fedir on his shoulder, "I'm sure you'll behave 
yourself.  And I guarantee you'll have a good time, a very good time.  
And afterward you can go back to your room until morning, or leave 
right away - it's up to you."  He reached for the doorknob of the 
bedroom.  "Don't worry, she'll stay asleep through just about 
anything," he said.  "Special cocoa, you know?"  He winked.  Opening 
the door, he allowed Fedir to step inside.  There, against the wall 
opposite the door lay Stasya sound asleep in her bed, illuminated by a 
small lamp on the nightstand beside the bed.  

Melnyk patted Fedir's back.  "You have an hour," he said as he turned 
to leave, shutting the door.  "Enjoy yourself."

Fedir walked quietly to the girl's bed and looked down at her.  He 
carefully reached for the blanket and moved it to the foot of the bed, 
uncovering her from head to toe.  She was dressed in a sleeveless 
nightgown of translucent white nylon that ended just above her knees, 
and she breathed deeply and evenly as she lay peacefully on her back.  
Her lips were partially open and her hands were raised on either side 
of her face as if in surrender.  After gazing at her for a few moments, 
Fedir slowly unzipped his fly.

*****

Two days later there was a knock on the door.  "Who is it?" Melnyk 
asked his wife, who was peeking out of a window to the side of the 
front door.

"It's the Madame," she said.

"Well, let her in," he said.  "She's expected."  His wife opened the 
door and Elena stepped in.  "Good afternoon," he said, "we are happy to 
see you, as always!"

She cut short his pleasantries.  "Do you have it?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, of course!  Here, I'll go for it now."  He hurried up the 
hall while Elena stood with his wife, who just stood by dumbly, smiling 
and wringing her hands.

The research grants Elena received from the state and two scientific 
organizations barely covered the expenses of the research projects 
carried out at the University, but a trust fund she'd inherited on the 
death of her father provided enough to buy the loyalty and discretion 
of the Melnyks.  Presently Melnyk returned and handed her a small 
package.  "There!" he said.  "From two nights ago."  She took the 
package from him and handed him an envelope.  He looked into it and 
bowed to her.  "Oh, thank you, thank you Madame, we are at your 
service!"

"Oh, come on Vasyl," Elena said.  "don't grovel!  We have a business 
arrangement - it's just the usual."

Melnyk raised his shoulders and grinned sheepishly.  "True," he said, 
"but appreciated none the less!  And it's always a pleasure to see 
you."  Elena rolled her eyes and took her leave.

*****

       On the effect of natural organics on sub-libidinous males

                         Elena Salenko, Ph.D.

                               Abstract

An investigation is conducted to determine the efficacy of preparations 
derived from the psychotropic plants crocus (Crocus longiflorus) and 
yohimbe (Pausinystalia johimbe) in the treatment of decreased or static 
libido in human males of middle age (45 - 70 years).  It is found that 
although the action of these agents is minimal when employed alone, 
combinations in suitable ratios, particularly when used with a 
phenylethylamine relaxant as a catalyst (extract of Lophophora 
williamsii), can be effective in restoring libidinous response in men 
previously unresponsive to sexual stimuli.  Although the results 
reported here are provisional, it is thought that...

*****

Elena's research interests always were associated with the sexual 
excitation of men.  This stemmed both from her early erotic 
preoccupations and from her ability to design experiments that often 
led to the discovery of psycho-pharmaceuticals that had powerful 
effects on the psychological components of sexual arousal.  As in many 
studies of this sort, volunteers were used as test subjects for the 
compounds being evaluated.  These were usually drawn from the 
population connected with the University and their families - students, 
faculty, administrative staff, etc. - but often such subjects were not 
appropriate for the kinds of investigations Elena wanted to pursue.  
Restrictions on levels of dosage hampered her, as did the questionable 
legality of some of the environments she wanted to create for her test 
subjects.

Vasyl Melnyk had been one of Elena's early volunteers when he was 
working as a janitor in the Department of Experimental Psychology.  Her 
contact with him had convinced her that he was an individual who could 
be very useful to her in her research - he was malleable and greedy.  
When she learned that he and his wife used their modest home as an inn 
for tourists and other transients, and that they cared for a 
granddaughter whose parents were incarcerated, she made a proposal to 
him that was generous enough to gain his cooperation.

Elena was interested in pedophiles.  Although much of her research was 
concerned with reactivating the erotic impulse in men with low libidos, 
she suspected that much could be learned from men whose libidinous 
impulses were always at the boiling point, but were necessarily kept 
suppressed for various reasons.  The effects of drugs on such men might 
be more quickly apparent than with men who required longer periods of 
accommodation.  She was aware that a case could be made for 
concentrating on men of lower sexual response, since they were 
presumably the population that would benefit from her research, and in 
fact most of her public work within the University laboratories was of 
this nature.  But her true interest lay in experimentation with men who 
were in fact slaves to their erotic impulses.  In addition to her 
conviction that much could be learned from such subjects, the fact was 
that it gave her pleasure to manipulate men of that sort; it was why 
she was able to make Marina's site so successful, after all - Elena 
enjoyed tempting and teasing pedophiles.  She knew what it did to them.

Once cooperation of the Melnyks was assured, it wasn't difficult to 
find suitable test subjects.  There were several public playgrounds and 
elementary schools in the area, and having a confederate start a rumor 
among the shadowy sorts who enjoyed watching the children play was all 
it took to have excited men showing up at the hotel asking for tea.  
The tea was more than a password, of course - it was the means by which 
experimental compounds were administered to her unsuspecting subjects.  
These unofficial, extracurricular experiments were not mentioned in 
Elena's reports; they just provided directions for future research.  As 
far as readers of the reports were concerned, Elena simply had good 
intuition with the formulation of pharmaceuticals.

Returning home from the hotel, Elena went to her study and placed the 
package Melnyk had given her on her desk.  She then went to her kitchen 
and brewed a pot of tea - genuine tea, Lapsang souchong - and returned 
to the study.  She opened Melnyk's package and removed a single video 
cassette and inserted it into a player on her desk.  She took a sip of 
tea, and picking up a notebook and pen she settled back in her chair to 
watch.

When the arrangements had been made with Melnyk, a miniature video 
camera had been installed in the girl's bedroom that was focused on her 
bed.  It was connected via a tiny transmitter to a recording device in 
a nearby closet.  Elena had instructed Melnyk on its use, and had also 
provided him with the list of "rules" he was to recite to each test 
subject.  The bit about finding anyone who broke the rules, and making 
him "disappear" was a ruse, of course; but rumors about the Russian and 
Ukrainian mafias were current enough to make these poor souls quake 
with fear.  The rules were never broken.

The most important rule, of course, was the one she gave to Melnyk 
concerning the dose of the benzodiazepine put into little Stasya's 
cocoa.  It must never exceed what she prescribed, lest the child be 
harmed.  None of them wanted that.

Elena watched as Fedir opened his fly and drew out his penis.  It was 
partially erect, and he stroked it slowly as he gazed down at the girl.  
Sighs of pleasure could be heard as his erection grew.  Licking his 
lips in anticipation, he reached down and pulled Stasya's thin 
nightgown up to her chin, exposing her body from the neck down.  Under 
the gown she was wearing a pair of pink cotton bikini panties, cut low 
on her hips.  He gazed at her in open adoration, unable to believe his 
good fortune at having access to such a beautiful and enticing little 
girl.  He bent down and slowly ran his hands along her slender legs, 
grasping them in both hands and moving down her thighs and calves to 
her small feet, where he ran his fingers along the bottom of her toes.  
He did this with both her legs, and ran his fingertips lightly over her 
panties.  Then he stood up and focused his attention on her developing 
breasts, pert white cones tipped with puffy pink nipples.  His eyes 
opened wide, and he gazed at her with open-mouthed delight as his hand 
moved slowly up and down his rigid erection.

Elena made brief jottings in her notebook - subject aroused but 
restrained; fully conscious, no signs of grogginess; taking his time...

Biting his lower lip, Fedir reached down and ran his hands up and down 
along Staya's sides and hips, then with a groan of desire moved to her 
breasts and grasped them, cupping them in his hands and squeezing them 
gently.  With increasing urgency he whimpered in excitement as he 
groped and fondled her two adorable mounds, squeezing and kneading 
them, twirling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, his moans 
and grunts of arousal becoming louder as he bent over her with his pale 
erection extending stiffly out of his fly, parallel with his body, 
curving upward and swollen with lust.

Elena continued her notes - excited by her breasts, intense caressing, 
excitation rising, penis maintaining extreme tumescence...

Fedir stood up and grasped his cock, jerking it rapidly as he looked 
down at the girl, his face flushed with excitement.  Then, mumbling 
incoherently, he fell to his knees and proceeded to suck greedily at 
Stasya's breasts, swirling his tongue around her puffy pink nipples, 
avidly switching from one breast to the other, pulling her closer to 
him so that he could press his face into her tender bosom, slavering 
and licking all over her chest, and sucking, sucking back and forth, 
each breast glistening with his saliva.  Her nipples became erect in 
response to his frantic oral stimulation.

Elena smiled.  Good, she wrote - peaking libido; excited but still 
focused...

After this had gone on for several minutes, Fedir paused, evidently to 
catch his breath.  Still kneeling, he ran his hand down the front of 
Stasya's body, over her stomach and carefully into her panties.  Gently 
lifting her arms, he pulled her nightgown completely off over her head, 
then stood up and removed his own trousers and underwear.  Holding his 
breath, he bent over and grasped the waistband of Stasya's panties at 
her hips and began to pull them down.

Elena sat forward in her chair, on alert.  This was the point at which 
there was a danger of the "rules" being broken - the subject was 
extremely aroused, and he was freeing his penis, removing any 
encumbrance to penetration.  But she needn't have worried; she relaxed 
as she observed what followed.

Fedir stood over Stasya and gave his penis a few slow, light strokes.  
Then he reached down and pulled her pink panties down a fraction of an 
inch.  Gazing down at her, he bit his lower lip and resumed slowly 
manipulating his cock, but stopped after only two or three strokes.  He 
reached down again and pulled her panties down a bit further, and again 
resumed his slow masturbation, for a longer period this time.  This was 
repeated several times as Stasya's panties were pulled ever lower.  
Fedir's excitement and erotic urgency mounted as he slowly masturbated 
while staring at a beautiful little girl who was almost, but not quite, 
totally naked under his hungry gaze.

Elena - subject greatly aroused but engaging in controlled self-tease.  
This was excellent, a sign that the drug indeed enhanced sexual arousal 
but also permitted the subject to manipulate his own desires, to suffer 
temporary frustration in order to enhance subsequent pleasure.  She was 
very pleased.  He was driving himself nearly mad at the prospect of 
seeing her precious vulva - her sweet little cunt - the Holy Grail of 
his pedophilic fantasies.

At last Stasya's immature pussy was revealed, and Fedir exhaled 
deeply as he stared down at her exposed sex, at her smooth labia and 
hooded clitoris nestled at the top of her crevice.  He carefully pulled 
the panties all the way down and off, and spread the girl's legs 
further apart to get a better view of her little cunt, and gently 
parted her lips with his fingers to reveal the inner lips and the moist 
pinkness between them.  With a groan of desire he spread her further 
apart and bent down to lick, avidly running his tongue up and down her 
crevice, flicking at the tiny pearl of her clitoris with the tip of his 
tongue, and probing into the entrance of her vagina, tasting the 
piquant tang.  Then he stood up and climbed onto the bed, panting and 
red-faced as he positioned himself between Stasya's legs.  Kneeling 
upright with his arms at his sides, he stared at the little girl lying 
beneath him.  He shook his head as if trying to clear it, seemingly 
mesmerized by the sight of his thick cock and hairy balls looming above 
her, the shocking contrast between her angelic, sleeping face and the 
head of his penis fully engorged and glistening, his shaft straining 
upward in a rigid arc.

Partial disassociation, Elena wrote.  Possibly mild hallucinatory 
effects - perhaps lower dose of LW indicated?  But aphro. agent 
unaffected, unabated response, extreme engorgement.

Fedir leaned forward and squeezed Stasya's little breasts again and ran 
his hands roughly down her body and between her legs, staring down at 
her and at his cock, fascinated by the sight of his heavy erection 
quivering inches from her pussy, held spread apart with his thumbs as 
if taunting and daring him to plunge into her depths.  He put his hand 
to his mouth and spit into his palm, then spread saliva around the 
swollen knob of his hot, aching prick, lubricating it.  Grasping the 
girl's calves, he lifted them so that her knees were drawn up on her 
chest and her legs were spread wide apart.  Then, looking down at the 
little girl so helplessly pinned beneath him, he grasped his stiff 
penis and pushed it down to her vulnerable and inviting pussy.

Elena drew in her breath sharply - this had gone much too far.  How had 
Melnyk allowed it to happen?  Why hadn't he mentioned it to her?  But 
she knew that the responsibility for whatever happened was hers, and 
she steeled herself to watch what followed.  But then she nodded, and 
smiled.  She made a few notes and continued to watch, enjoying the show 
that followed.

Fedir pressed his stiff cock down so that it lay nestled in the valley 
between Stasya's soft, virginal labia.  He began to move back and 
forth, not penetrating her but allowing his penis to be massaged and 
pleasured as it rubbed between the delicate folds of her sex, as if a 
small mouth were kissing and sucking the underside of his glans.  His 
lubricated cock slid easily and luxuriously along the warm flesh of her 
crevice, thrilling him with seductive erotic sensations, tantalizing 
his frenulum as it rubbed against the little nub of her clitoris.  He 
held his erection down, pressing the shaft harder against her warm 
vulva to intensify the sensations that were irresistibly consuming him, 
driving him closer to orgasm, driving him mad with pleasure unlike any 
he'd ever had.  This was the culmination of all the fantasies and 
desperate desires that had tormented him over so many of his fifty-two 
years, those frustrating hours spent watching little girls in 
playgrounds, trying to see up their skirts in buses or on escalators, 
watching them run around on beaches in tiny bathing suits while he 
masturbated under a towel.  He looked down at the realization of his 
ultimate fantasy, a pretty little girl with puffy nipples and hairless 
cunt with her legs spread wide and his cock going crazy between them, 
watching her shoulders and her pretty face framed by those golden-red 
curls bounce around on the pillow in rhythm with his thrusts, rubbing 
his cock up and down between her legs, feeling the sweet ache of 
helpless pleasure rise, surge, almost there, it's coming, oh, oh, oh 
God, oh God, oh...ohh...!  Fedir gasped and cried out loudly as his penis 
began to buck and jump and a long spurt of semen erupted onto Stasya's 
naked body, flying up as far as her forehead and splashing down along 
her chest and stomach.  With wild eyes taking in the outrageous 
spectacle, he grabbed his ejaculating prick and pumped it wildly 
through the last of its ecstatic spasms.  Finally, he fell back and 
groggily got off the bed, panting, standing unsteadily as he looked 
down at Stasya, the semen still dribbling down his slowly subsiding 
erection.  She had slept peacefully through it all.

Elena made a few final notes, very pleased that this latest formulation 
had proved so successful - she would use it in the next trails with her 
"normal" test subjects.  All had gone as she had anticipated - extreme 
induced sexual arousal accompanied by euphoria and mild disassociation 
that produced a dream-like state in which suppressed erotic fantasies 
were triggered, allowing normal behavioral restraints to be lifted 
during periods of hyper excitement, but only to a degree that did not 
go beyond prescribed bounds, i.e. were consistent with the established 
"rules."  She made a note to pursue subsequent studies involving higher 
doses of the hallucinogenic catalyst or possibly other agents that 
would alter the subject's memories of treatment to such an extent that 
they would be suppressed or perceived as dream remnants.  

She smiled as she watched Fedir obey the last of the rules:  using 
tissues that had been placed on the night table next to the bed, he 
carefully and tenderly wiped away all traces of the lust he had sprayed 
over the girl, then replaced her panties and her nightgown, and 
adjusted the blanket so that all was in the same state as when he had 
first encountered her.  That done, he got dressed, placed gentle a kiss 
on her forehead, and departed.

Elena closed her notebook and turned off the video player.  This had 
been a good session.  She fully expected to see Fedir return to the 
hotel in the not too distant future.  Such men can never get enough.

*****

Nadya was becoming very insistent.  Elena had hinted that she might be 
willing to provide opportunities to learn more about exciting men 
sexually, more "hands-on" experience.  Almost every day she pestered 
Elena about it, asking when she was going to be able to have a "thingy 
lesson" as she called it.  She had talked often with the girls who 
fondled investors during the posing sessions, but she wanted to learn 
more.  It wasn't so much that she wanted to advance her education - she 
just wanted to play with men's cocks!  Elena held her off as long as 
she could, explaining that there was much she had to learn first.  So, 
she had taught her niece the basics of male anatomy, the varieties of 
penis shape and size, and the areas that were particularly sensitive, 
the erogenous zones of sexual pleasure.  She explained the mechanics of 
male erection and ejaculation, and how to touch a man's penis to excite 
it and cause it to become erect, and how to masturbate it to the point 
of orgasm.  She also explained how to give a man oral pleasure, and was 
surprised when Nadya displayed none of the disgust that many girls show 
upon first hearing of it.  On the contrary, Nadya was fascinated when 
Elena demonstrated various techniques using a carrot as a model, and 
later practiced on her own with a banana, licking and sucking it for 
long minutes before finally devouring it.

*****

Finally!  She was going to get to pose for one of the investors with 
two of her friends - yaaaay!  She was going to be the one who took off 
her clothes while Oksana and Kateryna were the "extras" - they would 
touch the man while she teased him.  It was going to be so much fun!

Oksana and Kateryna were her best friends now.  They were nice to her 
even though they were a lot older than her, and taught her a lot about 
how to pose to get men all worked up and excited, especially these 
older men who liked to watch them, the "investors" Mama and Aunt Elena 
called them.  Even though she wasn't going to be allowed to actually 
touch the man, she could watch her friends while they did - that would 
be fun, too, and she could study how they did it.  Aunt Elena had told 
her a lot, but actually seeing it would be different.  She couldn't 
wait.

And guess who the man was going to be - Mr. Voloshin!  He was the first 
man she had done the all-alone posing with, the one she touched when 
she wasn't supposed to.  Wouldn't he be surprised to see her again!

Voloshin was not surprised.  He had asked for Nadya specifically to 
provide his entertainment, and he wanted it to include the extras.  
Marina had resisted, saying that Nadya had never participated in that 
before, and that it would be better to wait.  But he had insisted - 
begged, actually, most unlike him - and offered almost twice the normal 
payment.  Marina finally agreed after talking it over with her sister.  
Elena knew that Nadya would not be upset or shocked by it, and that her 
niece had been nagging incessantly to be allowed to see what the older 
girls did.  It would be a good "thingy" lesson.

For the better part of an hour Voloshin luxuriated in seductive tease 
and sexual pleasure.  All three girls were dressed in parochial 
schoolgirl uniforms.  As dark-banged Kateryna and blond-pony-tailed 
Oksana knelt beside him where he sat in an easy chair and slowly opened 
the front of his silk dressing gown, Nadya stood a few feet in front of 
him, smiling and coyly lifting her pink-plaid pleated skirt to give him 
a glimpse of white cotton panties underneath.  She had put on bright 
red lipstick and a bit of mascara, so the effect was of an innocent 
schoolgirl playing the tart, tempting and teasing older men - which, in 
fact, was just what she was.  Releasing the skirt, she watched her 
friends caress the man's large belly and run their fingernails lightly 
up the insides of his thighs.  As their hands began to wander closer to 
Voloshin's rising erection, Nadya began to undress, gradually revealing 
her slim eleven-year-old body to him, starting by slowly unbuttoning 
her white long-sleeved blouse.  She stared between his legs as Kateryna 
and Oksana began to flick their fingers lightly all over his stiffening 
prick, then looked into his eyes and mouthed a sensual kiss, followed 
by a teasing smile.  As she continued undressing, removing her shoes 
and knee-socks, her blouse and skirt, her friends' knowing hands teased 
and tantalized the sweating man's penis until it stood up stiff and 
swollen with lust.  Kateryna took up a camera she had brought with her, 
and focused it on Voloshin's erection in Oksana's hand.

"Make sure you get my nails," Oksana said.  She had just gotten a 
manicure and was very proud of it.  Kateryna snapped a picture showing 
Oksana's long, pink-tipped fingers delicately stroking Voloshin's 
penis, and another in which she was tapping with two fingertips under 
his glans.

"Now me!" Kateryna said excitedly.  Oksana took the camera while 
Kateryna grasped the base of the big man's penis in one hand and pulled 
down to tighten the skin while forming a ring with the thumb and index 
finger of the other hand just below the rim of his glans.  She gave a 
couple of quick up and down strokes and then held still for Oksana to 
take a picture as Voloshin groaned in frustration.  Then she put a 
fingertip on the tip of his penis and slowly raised it, drawing out a 
long thread of viscous pre-ejaculate.  Oksana snapped a picture as all 
three girls laughed in delight.

Nadya continued to taunt him with mouthed kisses and gentle cooing 
sounds to let him know that she knew just how she and her two wicked 
friends were making him feel.  When she was down to just her panties 
and a tiny nylon brassiere she sat down on a chair opposite him and 
pulled her feet up onto the seat and spread her legs wide while 
Kateryna stroked his cock and Oksana delicately fingered his balls.  
When she was finally completely nude, she threw a kiss and licked her 
lips lasciviously while rubbing a finger up and down her exposed pussy.  
Her lips curled in a mocking smile that seemed to say, "This is what 
you really want, isn't it?"  His red face contorted in lust and he 
began to ejaculate without warning, catching Oksana and Kateryna 
completely by surprise.  Although they weren't supposed to, the two 
girls went on stroking and milking him through his orgasm while Nadya 
continued to provoke and taunt him with her naked, unattainable body.  
Finally, her eyes bright with excitement, she reached for the camera 
and took picture after picture of the writhing, grunting man being 
masturbated by two fourteen-year-old girls, their hands slick with his 
hot semen.

*****

Elena was pensive.  She knew the day would come, eventually.  Perhaps 
her research had been too aggressive - or transgressive - to go 
unnoticed for long, perhaps the cultural climate was changing, becoming 
more conservative or suppressive.  In any event, she was sensing that 
it might be necessary for her to change the direction of her career, 
perhaps even to remove to another location.  She'd heard rumors that 
the police were becoming suspicious of the Melnyk establishment, so 
she was compelled to discontinue her experiments there.  She didn't 
worry that Melnyk would betray her, since any trouble that befell her 
would come his way as well.  In addition to that, there were signs that 
the government might move to shut down "Sweet Dreams", or at least to 
restrict the nature of the content it offered.  She suspected that 
diplomatic pressure was being brought to bear by western governments 
that objected to any sexual content that involved minors.  Although the 
investor "perks" were probably not known outside of a select circle, 
the fact that some of their citizens were being sexually aroused by 
images of young girls was enough to draw condemnation from socially 
conservative governments in Europe and North America.  Since most of 
their subscribers were in the United States, even just curtailing the 
transmission of content there would be enough to ruin "Sweet Dreams" 
economically.

For these and other reasons Elena decided that it would be advisable 
for her to leave Ukraine, at least for a while.  She had several 
options.  Her work was well-known and respected in the academic world, 
so she would probably have no trouble in securing a research fellowship 
in many places in Europe or North America.  Another possibility was 
going into private practice, since she was in fact a licensed 
psychotherapist in her own country and in Russia, and with her 
extensive contacts could probably be certified in other countries as 
well.  Great Britain or North America would be the best choices, since 
she had held fellowships and attended many symposia in London and New 
York, and her English was excellent.  She smiled at the irony of 
establishing a practice in the United States - after seeking to suppress 
"Sweet Dreams" for tempting thousands of its male citizens with underage 
erotica, to have the creative muse of that studio now applying her 
craft in their midst - it was just too delicious!

Still, emigration is difficult for anyone.  It involves a loss of the 
familiar and separation from family and friends.  Even though 
communication is easier now than it has ever been, nevertheless the 
separation is real.

Elena's thoughts turned to Anatoly.  She would miss him, but she knew 
it would be far worse for him.  She had orchestrated his sexual 
dependency on her, and breaking that could be devastating for him.  She 
didn't know what to do about that; at the very least she wanted to see 
him again, at least once, to leave him with something truly memorable.

There was another troubling development that made her worry about 
leaving.  Voloshin - that fat pig of an "investor" - had been pestering 
Marina about Nadya.  He wanted access to her, full sexual access, and 
the girl was so obsessed with the idea of driving excited penises crazy 
that she might in fact wind up owned by that unpleasant oligarch.  Even 
if "Sweet Dreams" itself folded, a powerful man like him still would 
have enough influence to get whatever he wanted.

So, Elena decided that if she left then Nadya must go with her.  She 
discussed this at length with Marina, who came to agree with her.  If 
Nadya were out of the picture, then Voloshin would eventually lose 
interest.  Marina herself was thinking about leaving; if "Sweet Dreams" 
became impossible to continue, then she might try elsewhere, maybe even 
follow Elena, wherever she happened to go.

Elena began to plan, and to tie up loose ends.

*****

"Trust me, Tolya, you will like this.  You'll love it."  Elena was 
wrapping straps around Anatoly's ankles and tying them to the lower 
legs of the bed.  She tightened them so that his legs were held wide 
apart.  Rather than unbind his wrists, she left them tied behind his 
back and looped straps through his armpits, which were then tied around 
the upper legs of the bed.  The result was that he was immobilized on 
the bed with his legs apart and his hands bound behind him, unable to 
free himself.

"And finally," Elena said, running a fingertip up the shaft of his 
erect penis and off, "a touch of mystery..."  She reached into the drawer 
of a small table next to the bed and withdrew a black blindfold, which 
she placed over Anatoly's eyes and secured with black ribbons tied 
behind his head.  "Close your eyes, Tolya," she whispered, "and imagine 
yourself anywhere, fly a thousand miles away, imagine yourself among 
sweet angels or wicked demons.  And concentrate, Tolya, concentrate on 
how it feels here..."  She bent over him and began to caress his penis, 
slowly, languidly, keeping his pleasure suppressed in a warm, 
tantalizing glow.  At the same time she gestured towards the door, 
which was slightly ajar.  The door opened, and Nadya stepped into the 
room.

Elena had advised her niece as she was being prepared before Anatoly's 
visit about keeping their secret.  "Remember, he knows you from family 
gatherings, so it's important that his blindfold stay on.  And don't 
speak at all.  Above all don't try to imitate me - our voices are very 
different.  And don't giggle!  I never giggle."  Nadya was almost 
jumping up and down with excitement at the prospect of finally being 
able to have a man's penis to play with, all to herself.  She unlaced 
her sneakers and kicked them off, then pulled her t-shirt off over her 
head.  "You know, you don't have to take off your clothes if you don't 
want to," Elena said as Nadya was unzipping her jeans.

"Oh, but I want to be naked," Nadya said, "just like you and cousin 
Tolya.  Besides," she said, wrinkling her lightly freckled nose and 
grinning, "it'll make me feel sexier!"  Elena smiled and nodded.  She 
had expected it, anyway.

When Anatoly's knock was heard at the door, Elena put a finger to the 
mouth of a small bottle and daubed behind each of Nadya's ears.  
"Patchouli oil," she said, "my perfume.  Now you'll smell like me."  
Nadya was delighted.

Elena watched her niece as she slowly crossed the room towards the bed 
where Anatoly lay bound.  She was totally nude, with her light blond 
hair held back on the sides with two barrettes, one pink and the other 
blue.  Her figure was graceful and lithe, just beginning to blossom 
into womanhood, with long, shapely legs, gently curving hips, and 
breasts that were just starting to swell in low, soft mounds and pert, 
pink nipples that contrasted pleasingly with the glowing white of her 
skin.  Between her legs was the sculpted mound of her vulva, her 
pouting labia smooth except for barely discernible light blond down 
that was invisible in the low light of the bedroom.  She held her back 
and shoulders straight as she advanced with her arms at her sides, her 
lips parted in anticipation, her gray eyes shining and wide as she 
stared at Anatoly's erect penis.  No wonder men go wild for her, Elena 
thought to herself.  Voloshin is going to suffer.

When Nadya reached the bed she climbed onto it and kneeled between 
Tolya's legs.  At the same time Elena sat down beside her, very gently 
so that her cousin would not suspect there were two on the bed with 
him.  She released his penis, and Nadya reached down and ran her 
fingernails up the inside of his thighs, just as she had seen Kateryna 
and Oksana do with Voloshin - it was easier for her than it had been 
for them, since Tolya's legs were spread so far apart.  She moved up 
and down his legs, then traveled further up, still scratching lightly, 
to either side of his erect cock, but not touching it.  She continued 
up and brought her fingertips together above his penis, then went back 
down.  She continued doing this, moving her scratching fingertips 
around the base of his penis in a circle, through his pubic hair, down 
between his thighs and back up.  She knew this was teasing him, and she 
breathed softly through parted lips, imagining how it was making him 
feel.  Then as her fingers were coming up from between his legs she let 
them stray to his balls and flicked them there for a few seconds, down 
low and on the sides where Elena had taught her was very sensitive.  
Anatoly gave a low moan, and Nadya grinned at Elena, pleased with 
herself.  Then she set her flicking fingertips to climbing up the erect 
shaft of his penis, very slowly, advancing and retreating as she moved 
ever closer to the bulbous head.  She bit her lower lip, knowing how 
she was tormenting him, staring at his throbbing penis and imagining 
how desperately it was aching for the pleasure she was about to ravish 
it with.  Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she felt it would 
burst if she didn't fall upon him and give him all he needed for his 
release - but with the instincts of a born courtesan she held back and 
continued to tantalize him, her fingers creeping ever closer to his 
center of pleasure.  When her playful, fluttering fingers had almost 
reached the engorged head of his penis, she lay herself down between 
his spread legs, and pulling his erection towards her mouth gave a 
single upward lick to the underside of his glans.  Anatoly gasped, 
shocked by the sudden exquisite pleasure, desperate for more.  Nadya 
closed her eyes and pressed her face against his quivering shaft, 
intoxicated by male scent and the intimate proximity to an excited 
penis she had so long craved.

Elena looked down at her niece's pale body as it lay extended between 
Anatoly's spread legs, and put a hand on her back, gently caressing it, 
encouraging the girl to continue.  Nadya opened her eyes as if waking 
from a dream, and with a small sigh of pleasure began to lick Tolya's 
penis delicately, flicking her tongue up his shaft, teasing it as she 
had before with her fingers.  As his sighs of anticipation and pleasure 
grew more ardent, Elena moved her hand down Nadya's body and tenderly 
caressed her firm round buttocks, gently squeezing them, enjoying their 
resilience and her smooth, unblemished skin.

As Nadya continued to toy with Anatoly's throbbing cock, her mouth and 
hands alternately inflicting maddening tease and exquisite sexual 
pleasure, Elena continued to caress her, running her hand down the 
girl's graceful legs and massaging her delicious pert bottom.  Then, as 
Nadya was tormenting the head of Anatoly's cock with merciless flicks 
of her tongue, Elena reached under the girl between her open legs and 
cupped her moist vulva in the palm of her hand.  Nadya looked back, her 
look questioning.  Elena smiled at her and began rubbing a finger in 
circles over the tiny, wet nub at the top of the little girl's crevice.  
Nadya's eyes fluttered and then closed in surrender to pleasure, 
frowning, her lips open in an "ohh" of ecstasy.  She turned back to 
Anatoly's penis and engulfed it in her mouth, swirling her tongue 
around and around the head as Elena continued to caress and enflame her 
little clitoris.

Nadya kept Anatoly in erotic agony for a long time, repeatedly bringing 
him to the edge of climax and then stopping, only to begin the 
delicious torture all over again.  Eventually it became too much for 
him.  With a hoarse cry, he began to ejaculate in powerful ropes of 
semen.  The instant he began Nadya snatched her hands away as the bound 
man cried and whimpered in distress and frustration.  She counted 
slowly to five, as Elena had taught her, and then seized his cock again 
and set to masturbating it vigorously.  After three or four seconds 
Anatoly's mouth opened in surprise as his pleasure rekindled and his 
penis exploded and spurted in a delayed orgasm more searing and intense 
than any he'd experienced before.

Nadya wrapped her arms around Elena and hugged her, after which the two 
arose from the bed.  As Nadya headed quietly for the door Elena looked 
down at the place where the girl had been lying; it was soaking wet.

Elena tenderly released Anatoly from his bonds; she was thinking 
that it was time to have a talk with him.  She needed to explain to him 
that she was leaving, if not the full reasons why.  It may not be 
permanent, she would assure him, and she would certainly visit from 
time to time.

In the meantime there were people she'd like to introduce him to.  She 
was sure he'd enjoy Kateryna's and Oksana's companionship - they would 
certainly enjoy his.

*****

And so the day of their departure had arrived.  Nadya had a new 
wardrobe, and an English phrasebook to study in preparation for the ESL 
course she would take at the school Elena had enrolled her in.  
Although initially reluctant, Nadya was now excited to be travelling to 
a new world; she was an adventurous girl.

For her part, Elena was looking forward to beginning her private 
practice in the cosmopolitan city she had selected on America's west 
coast.  She knew there were men there whose quality of life could be 
improved through her efforts, men as yet unaware that their fates were 
intertwined with those of two ladies from afar.

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Author's note:  This story concerns the prior history of characters who 
appear in "Dark Therapy", by the same author.  The interested reader is 
referred to that work for subsequent events in their lives.
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