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Life with Alpha

by A. Pseudonym


Chapter Three:  Kasumi Tendo


Codes:  MF, MC, SciFi, anime

Disclaimer:  Kasumi Tendo, Ranma Saotome and all related characters
are owned by the great Rumiko Takahashi (and possibly Viz Media in the
U.S. or whoever the Japanese publisher was?  The point is, it isn't
me.).  They are used and referenced here without permission for
entertainment purposes only.  All artificial persons herein are based
on characters owned by their creators, not the author.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kasumi_Tendo#Kasumi_Tendo



	Kasumi Tendo is a character from the manga and anime series,
Ranma 1/2.  She is the eldest of the three Tendo sisters and is
basically the mother-figure of the series.  Amid the chaos of the
series, she is the calm center to the family.  If Ranma was a Disney
movie, she would be the one calling woodland creatures to do the
housework.

	Although she probably had some martial arts training early in
life, her skills lie in her cooking and household management.

	She is probably around 20 years old by the end of the series.
She has beautiful long brown hair and wears a near constant smile.
Although she normally wears fairly conservative dresses, she has
displayed a beautiful figure on the occasional trip to the beach.

	Out of all the characters in the Ranma cast list, she is the
only one who is not likely to cause major household destruction.  And
she is the one who deserves something better in life than just
cleaning up her family's messes.

	One of the reasons I chose her to be my first character
incarnation is that if Alpha is able to pull this off, I will need
someone like her to help manage the odd cast of characters who will be
appearing over the upcoming months.  Plus, I have a great story to
explain her appearance here and why she cannot return to Japan.
(Well, "great" in this case is a relative term.  Let's say it's a
story that fits in well with the Ranma-verse.)

* * * * *

	I gazed at the unconscious figure floating in the transparent
goo of the nanite assembly pod.  The pod looked a bit like a Bacta
Tank from Star Wars, but turned on its side and shaped like an egg.
Actually, that's not much like the Bacta Tank, so never mind.

	Her hair was long and dark brown, swirling gently under her
lithe naked form. Her face was partially covered by a breathing mask.
She had long smooth legs leading up to a thin waist.  Her breasts were
probably about a B-cup, young and firm with small dark nipples.  I
couldn't see her pubic area due to her body position, but Alpha and I
had decided on a small bush with bare lips.

	"Is she ready?"

	"Almost.  Animation was successful and she has been breathing
on her own for the past 1 hour and 8 minutes.  We have a 90%
evacuation of the nanites from the chamber. Evacuation should be
complete in 2 minutes."

	I squinted at the fluid, as if I would be able to see the
nanites with my naked eyes.  

	I had already opened the unit and dipped gloved hands into the
goo twice before, once to rearrange the limbs which weren't growing in
the proper directions and once to cut and tie off the psuedo-placenta
-- and let me tell you that was "fun", but there's no way she could
pass for a normal human without a belly button.

	"Good."  I went and got the towels and prepared the wash-down
spray, setting the temperature to lukewarm.  "How long until she wakes
up?"

	"She should not be able to wake up until I send an activation
signal, which must be sent within 48 hours of her initial animation to
avoid neuron degradation.  This gives us 46 hours and 23 minutes from
now until she must wake up or we risk the possibility of brain
damage."

	"And all the background memories are loaded?  Were you able to
test them?"

	"A full test will not be possible until she is conscious, but
there is a 93% probability that our memory implant methods worked
properly."

	A moment later the goo started draining from the pod.  When it
was pretty much clear, I opened the latch and reached out to touch
her.  Warm, soft flesh and a beating pulse met my probing fingers.

	"Wonderful," I muttered happily.  I turned the water spray on
her, washing the remains of the goo off.  I paused to rearrange her
form so I could have easy access to her hair, feeling vaguely dirty
and invasive doing this to a sleeping woman in my care.  After a quick
shampoo and rinse, I carefully dried her off and carried her upstairs.

	I dressed her in simple pajamas and tucked her into bed.  I
had only purchased one outfit for her, which matched her normal house
clothes from the anime, and hung it up in plain view of the bed.  I
put a note next to a hand bell on her bedside table.  It read:  "You
are safe.  Please ring the bell when you are awake and dressed."

	I went back downstairs and started preparing a nice breakfast
for her.  Alpha had pointed out the previous day that she would
probably be ravenously hungry when she woke up.

	"Alpha, where's our letter from Mr. Tendo?"

	"I believe you left it in the library."  

	I darted back upstairs, quickly found the letter and returned
to the kitchen.

	"Good.  Okay, breakfast can be put together within a minute or
so, just keeping the eggs warm... all right!  Wake her up."

	"Waking.  Do you wish to listen?"

	"Sure.  Actually, can you pipe the video to the kitchen
monitor?"

	"Displaying now."

	Kasumi was yawning and stretching.  She blinked a few times
and looked around in confusion.  She didn't look even a little bit
afraid at being in a strange bedroom, which fit in well with her
character which could take almost anything in stride.  Eventually, she
noticed the note and bell.  I should probably point out that we made
her bilingual - English and Japanese - with the memories of taking
English courses in school.

	She read the note again.  I think I heard a faint gurgling,
and her hand moved to her stomach.  "Oh my."  Her voice was almost a
perfect match to the original Japanese voice actress.  Beautiful.

	She moved out of view of the camera, towards her clothes.  At
this point, I started collecting breakfast and putting it all on the
tray, including the 'letter from her father' we had cooked up.

	A moment later, she was dressed and rang the bell.

	"I'll be up with breakfast in a minute," I yelled.

	Checking my appearance in the hall mirror, I quickly moved
upstairs to her room.  I knocked awkwardly.  The door opened,
revealing my vision of animated loveliness.  Her breathing seemed to
quicken slightly.

	Upon seeing me, I knew that the pleasure center of her brain
was being noticeably stimulated by Alpha.  This would happen every
time she saw me until it became a natural response for her.

	"Kasumi Tendo?"

	"Hai, I mean, yes, I am Tendo Kasumi."

	"I am honored to meet you.  My name is Frank.  My father was a
friend of your father, Soun, many years ago.  He asked for my help
when your situation arose.  I have a letter he left for you.  You can
read it while you eat breakfast, if you like."

	I moved inside the room and set the tray down on the small
writing table.

	"I understand that this situation is probably strange and
unexpected.  If you have any questions after you read the letter, I
will be happy to try and help answer them.  You are probably very
hungry now.  Please join me downstairs when you are ready."

	I gave a polite nod of the head and respectfully backed out of
the room.

	She no doubt devoured the eggs, bacon, toast, juice and fruit
quickly. Probably not a traditional Japanese breakfast, but it should
be tasty.  I'm no chef, but I am a decent cook.

	The letter itself read (in Japanese):

My dearest Kasumi,
	I have been told that you will have no memory of the events
that transpired yesterday, so let me transcribe them for you.
	Shampoo recently discovered a forbidden Chinese Amazon cloning
technique and tried to use it to create her own copy of Ranma.
Unfortunately, you touched the cursed bundle first and fell victim to
it.  Her Great-Grandmother Cologne arrived too late to stop it.
	It turns out that the cloning technique is forbidden because,
while the clone is perfectly normal to begin with, if the clone sees
or hears the original person, it becomes suicidally violent and tries
to kill the original in any way it can.
	This means that there are now two Tendo Kasumis in the world.
There is no way to tell you apart and you must be kept separate from
each other forever, lest one of you kill the other.
	I have sent you to the son of an old American friend of mine,
Frank, who has promised to keep you safe.
	Know that we love you, but you cannot return home or even
call.
	It may help to view this as a new start in life, free of the
burdens you took upon yourself when your mother died.  I know that I
have not always been the best father since that terrible day.  I fell
into myself, shutting out most of the world and letting you and Nabiki
take over my responsibilities as head of the household. Please view
this as the opportunity to live the life you would want to, free with
the knowledge that you are still here in Nerima, caring for your
family.
		Tendo Soun


	For those readers who are unfamiliar with Ranma 1/2, know that
this would constitute a normal day for them, except that the curse
probably would have fallen upon Ranma... or maybe Akane.

	Twenty minutes later, Kasumi came downstairs, looking at the
large house around her, carrying the tray of dirty dishes.

	"Soun told me what happened and asked for my help."

	"That was very kind of you.  I... I'm not sure what I'm going
to do..."

	Taking the tray from her, I said, "Well, today what we're
going to do is go buy you a new wardrobe.  There was only one set of
clothes for two Kasumis, so one of you gets to go shopping!"

	"Oh, I couldn't possibly impose on you."

	"Don't worry about it.  We'll get you a good selection of
casual and fine quality clothes, along with any toiletries you need.
We'll just tell anyone who asks that you're an exchange student I'm
hosting.  Here, you might need these."  

	I handed her a fake passport and visa.  Alpha assured me they
would easily pass everything short of a full background check.


	I was generally not a big fan of shopping for clothes, but
since I had become wealthy, at least I knew where to shop.  I enjoyed
the look on her face as we piled up the purchases, with me never
checking the prices or reaching a spending limit.  (The bill
eventually came to almost $6000 for the day.)

	When we took a break for lunch, her emotional distress became
more apparent. She occasionally paused during the conversation, her
eyes going misty, probably remembering Akane and Nabiki or even Ranma.
I tried to avoid mentioning her family, but the subject couldn't help
but come up more than once.

	I did my best to steer the discussions back to topics such as
what else she needed or wanted and was she enjoying herself.  I wasn't
trying to buy her love... from my perspective, she was already bought
and paid for.  

	That's not quite right.  Makes me sound a bit creepy... making
her a slave.  I suppose her free will wasn't quite as free as a normal
person, but I wanted a friend and lover, not a servant or slave.

	And now that sounds pathetic instead of creepy.  How about, I
wanted a lot of friends and lovers... she just happened to be the
first.  (Is that fair to them?  No?  Well, neither is life.)

	The point is, I wanted her to be happy.  For that to happen,
she needed to accept that she had 'moved' to America permanently.

	This brought up a problem that I had thought of but apparently
not thought through completely.  For her to be Kasumi Tendo, she had
to have her 'memories'. But that meant she didn't naturally belong
here, especially not without her family.  I would have to wait for a
natural grieving process to complete, but I didn't want to wait.

	I decided that I would have to make sure she was focused on
other things, keep her occupied so that she wouldn't drown in grief or
self-pity.  None of her programming prevented natural human reactions,
but it would make it easier to have her focus on me instead of her
lost family.

	The shopping trip was a good start.  It let her begin building
a new identity, free from physical reminders of her 'previous life' in
Japan.

	Knowing she was programmed to receive a spike of pleasure
every time she saw me or I paid attention to her, I had her start
modeling her new outfits for me.  Between the shopping itself and the
approval and attention she was getting from me, her pleasure center
was pumping out lust and happy feelings throughout the afternoon.  I
think it helped her immensely to be distracted from the "fact" that
she could never go home again.


	On the way back to the house that evening, I offered to pay
for her to attend college or whatever school she wanted to attend.  We
spent some time discussing her interests and talents (nursing and
cooking seemed to top the lists).

	I had dinner delivered and we both sat and watched TV while we
ate.  Our conversation started to run down around 8pm, when the stress
of the day seemed to wear her down a bit.  When I suggested she retire
for the evening, she sat up straight and clutched at my arm.

	"No, please.  You've been so wonderful to me, and I don't know
how to repay you.  And... and I don't want to be alone right now."

	I reached across and gave her a sideways hug, moving my face
near hers but not moving to kiss her.

	"Kasumi, I am happy to help you in any way you want me to.
But know that you do not have to do anything in this house that you do
not want to do.  There are no strings attached to you staying here."

	She lowered her eyes respectfully, and saw a bulge straining
to escape my pants. "You have been so kind, and today has been... I
have no right to ask for even more of your attentions, but I do not
wish to be alone tonight."

	"Kasumi... Look at me."  I touched her chin, gently pushing
her head up slightly.  I could almost feel her implant driving her
crazy with lust right now, but her self control remained amazing.
	"Kasumi, you are a very beautiful woman, and I would love to
spend the night with you.  But you have been through a great trauma
today, and if you wish to simply be in the same room or hold someone
tonight, that will..."

	I was cut off at this point when she crushed her lips against
mine.  I mentally shouted a huge 'YES' and took her in my arms.
Implants and programming were working fine!  I gently parted her lips
with my tongue and started exploring her mouth.  We continued on this
way for a good 10 minutes.

	Pulling back, I looked her in the eye while my hand trailed
down her arm, gently grabbing her wrist and bringing it to my mouth.
I began to kiss my way back up her arm while my hands moved around to
caress her back, searching for a zipper.

	"Please be gentle.  I've never...  There was never time to
date since I had to take care of Father and... so, I've never had any
actual experiences with men.  Not like..."  She blushed and looked
away.

	I paused.  "I'm honored."  Yes, I already knew she was a
virgin, but I couldn't let her know that I knew.  "We should do this
properly.  In a bed."

	"Don't be rude aaaaahh".  Her polite reprimand was ignored as
I picked her up bodily in my arms, mentally thanking Alpha again for
the muscle tone.

	Keeping my eyes fixed on hers, I carried her upstairs to the
master bedroom and set her down on the bed.  She gasped slightly upon
seeing it.  I had really splurged on the bed, dreaming of orgies to
come.  While the bed in her room was a standard Queen size, mine was
custom.  Twelve feet wide and nine feet long with adjustable firmness.

	"Welcome to the room of many future orgies... hopefully."

	I stood her up and moved my hands lightly over her body,
tracing her curves but avoiding her breasts and groin for now.

	"Kasumi, you are a polite and reserved young lady, and this is
a wonderful thing because you are a wonderful lady.  But you are also
a gorgeous young woman entering the prime of her life.  This too
should not be ignored, especially tonight."

	I reached behind her and started unfastening her dress.

	"The... the lights..." she stammered as I pulled the dress
forward, removing her arms from the sleeves.

	"No, the lights stay on.  I don't want either of us to be
denied the view of your beautiful form."

	"It's not proper.  You shouldn't say or do such things."

	Despite her protestations, her torso was now bare except for
her bra, her dress hanging from her waist.  I trailed my fingers in a
spiral around one of her breasts, feeling her hard nipple pointing at
me from under the bra.

	"Do you want me to stop?" I asked as I rubbed the nipple.
Again, not a fair question.  With her implants and stimuli, she could
no more want to stop me than she could successfully negate gravity by
will alone.

	"No," she gasped.  "But it would be more proper if the lights
were off."

	I kissed her left nipple through the bra.  "But then I
wouldn't be able to see you clearly.  You understand the difficulty."

	Standing up straight, I gently tilted her face upwards and
kissed her lips. "Kasumi, inside the bedroom, we decide for ourselves
what is proper.  And no one can say we're wrong.  And no one will know
unless we tell them."

	My hands fell to her hips, where I urged the dress downwards.

	Her face was now a bright red.  Her eyes desperately seemed to
try to avoid mine, but kept coming back to look at me, pupils wide
with Alpha-induced fascination and lust.

	Now that she was reduced to bra and panties, I stood back and
hurriedly pulled off my own shirt and pants.  I had wanted to have her
remove my clothes, but was feeling a bit rushed.  I realized this and
forced myself to take a breath and slow down.  I removed my earbud
communicator and slipped it into its charging station.  At her
quizzical look, I said, "It's like a phone.  I'll explain some other
time."

	She stood about 5' 6" with flawless Asian skin and features.
I'm not sure when her shoes had been kicked off, but she stood on bare
feet.  Even from a couple feet apart, I could practically feel the
heat radiating from her blush, which had now apparently spread to
cover her entire torso.

	I pushed her back so she was sitting on the edge of the bed
and knelt before her in my obviously tented underwear.

	"I need to taste you."  I applied light pressure to her knees,
trying to spread them.  They snapped shut.

	"No, that's not..."

	"Kasumi, you are a young virgin who MUST experience more than
one very large orgasm before you go to sleep tonight.  The best way to
start this is with cunnilingus."

	"That's dirty.  You shouldn't put your... your mouth where
it's so... unclean."

	"It's not dirty, it's..." and I stopped.  There was no way I
could ever let myself force anything sexual on Kasumi, and she seemed
very firm on the subject.  (There's a huge difference between feigned
reluctance and actual refusal.)  I had to work within her own desires.

	I thought for a moment, then grinned widely.  "Maybe you're
right.  If I shouldn't eat off a dirty plate, then perhaps we should
clean it first."

	I stood up and, grabbing her hand, brought her with me to the
master bath.  

	The Master bathroom was the largest and the only one in the
house with both a shower stall and a jacuzzi-style bath.  We'd relax
in the bath later.  For now, cleanliness was the goal and we stopped
before the shower stall.

	I turned on the water and waited for it to warm up.  (I had a
bunch of those tankless water heaters around the house, one for each
bathroom.  Saved on energy, but not instantly hot.)

	I pulled off my boxers, and my erection sprang into clear
view.  She gave an appreciative gasp, staring at it as I unfastened
her bra and let it fall to the floor.

	Stepping close, I kissed her hard, trying to put some
intensity into it as I pulled her panties free of her hips.

	I held her closer to me as we kissed, feeling her hard nipples
drill into my chest.  Still connected by our lips, we stepped into the
shower and let the warm spray cover our bodies.

	Coming up for air, I pulled back slightly and reached for the
liquid soap and sponge.  I gleefully attacked her body with the
cleansing implements, exploring her completely naked form for the
first time.  Perhaps I lingered too long on certain areas -- breasts,
ass and legs can just get soooo dirty, after all -- but she didn't
seem to mind. 

	When I finally reached her pussy, the lips were flowing with
liquid which seemed much more slippery than the water.  I applied the
soapy sponge gently but thoroughly as she looked away in
embarrassment.  But this time, she didn't protest or pull away.

	I ran my finger up and down the lips, dipping briefly inside,
which caused a small clenching convulsion.  Bringing the finger to my
lips, I made a show of tasting it.

	"It seems clean enough now.  Do you agree?"  Actually, it
tasted a bit watery, but I wrongly thought it was just because we were
in the shower.

	She didn't answer and seemed to blush even harder, though I
didn't think that was possible.

	I stood up and added more soap to the sponge.  Pressing it
into her hand, I said, "Now it's your turn.  I should be clean too."

	I think I could have fried an egg on her cheeks by this point.

	I took her by the wrist and guided her against my chest,
moving the sponge in circles.  After a minute of this, she took over
and moved to my arms and back.  She skipped down to my legs and gave
them a more thorough washing than they needed, obviously gathering her
courage to tackle my nether regions.

	Eventually, she turned me facing away from her and gently but
thoroughly soaped and cleaned my butt, at one point even bravely
forcing her way between the cheeks to clean my anus.  When I felt she
had rinsed it off sufficiently, I turned around, bringing my cock
directly before her face.

	The nine inches bobbing in front of her seemed almost
hypnotic, trapping her eyes and not letting go.

	She whispered quietly, "I don't know if this will fit inside
of me, but I want to try.  But first, he must be clean."

	Summoning her courage and determination, she began to stroke
my penis with the soapy sponge, moving it gently from side to side as
she worked.  Her free hand moved down to cup my balls and clean them,
as well as the perineum under and behind the scrotum.

	Splashing water on my genitals, she rinsed off the soap and
put down the sponge.  The she leaned forward and kissed the tip of my
cock, following with a lick along the shaft.

	I have had blowjobs a few times before, and it was obvious
that she was not planning to suck me off...  But the combination of
her touch, her reluctance and her willingness to please me made her
simple touches more exciting than any previous blowjob I had received.

	With my cock jumping at her every touch, I was in danger of
coming much sooner than I wanted to.  I lifted her to her feet and
crushed our lips together, letting my fingers dance around her
quivering quim, stroking her lower lips.

	"Now may I eat you?"

	She gave a slight nod, her mouth still parted from our kiss.

	I was tempted to start licking right there in the shower, but
the bed was still my intention.  I shut off the water and grabbed a
large towel, which I used to thoroughly rub down her soft body.  She
returned the favor and soon I was carrying her to the bed again, this
time laying her down completely.  And this time, her legs were parted
from the beginning.

	When I crawled between her legs, she covered her face with
clenched fists and turned away slightly... but not so much that I
couldn't see her sneaking occasional peaks at me from between her
fingers.

	Her cunt was practically a work of art in and of itself.  No
hair had ever grown around the lips (and never would), leaving them
smooth and unblemished.  A small patch of hair above, looking like an
upside-down triangle with the bottom tip cut off, felt like smooth
fur, not the coarse hair I was accustomed to.  The outer lips were
swollen with arousal and the inner lips were dripping wet.

	I finally stopped admiring with my eyes and fingers and began
admiring with my tongue and fingers.  She tasted... well, to be
honest, bland.  Kasumi may have been built as an adult woman, but
there were many things about her that needed time to develop properly,
and pussy flavor was apparently one of them.

	The reminder of her origins took me out of the moment a bit,
but after only a few seconds of licking, her thighs clamped together
on my head, trapping me in place as she gave out a squeal.  I was
refocused.

	I dug my tongue in as deep as I could and played my fingers
around her clit for a couple minutes or so, with her legs apparently
trying to force my entire head into her little pink tunnel.

	I paused for a moment, pushing her legs apart slightly to
allow a slight repositioning.  I pushed two fingers from my left hand
into her pussy, curling them up, searching for the mythical G-spot.  I
had no idea if it was on this side of her hymen or not, but I was
willing to explore.  With my right hand, I gently pulled back on the
skin around her clit, exposing it to the attentions of my tongue.  She
really wasn't ready for this, and her whole body quivered with every
stroke.  After maybe 5 minutes of this, I sped up my attentions and
was shortly rewarded with a much louder squeal, followed by a
relaxation of her body and a quiet, "Oh, my."

	I sat up, keeping my fingers going with a gentle stroking
motion of her labia.  Kasumi looked like she was at one with the
universe.  I idly wondered if this was the first time she had ever had
an orgasm... then realized what a silly and pointless question that
would be.

	I found the towel from the bathroom on the floor next to the
bed and used it to wipe down my face.  I pulled a condom from my
bedside table and sat next to her.

	"Kasumi?"

	It took her a moment to refocus herself.  "Oh, my.  Is it
always like that?"

	"Well, yes and no.  Every time is different, and with every
person it's different.  And the first time should always be special.
Can you sit up?"

	After another minute of gathering her wits and limbs, she was
sitting next to me on the bed.  I don't think she consciously realized
it, but her left hand was gently stroking her pussy as she sat.

	"Now it's time for part two."  I held up the condom.

	Alpha and I weren't sure if she could actually become
pregnant.  Theoretically it was possible.  Alpha's method to create a
body used stimulated and guided cell growth, not just artificial
assembly by nanites.  This isn't the time to go into the specifics,
but suffice to say, her body was fully capable of having a baby... we
just weren't sure her actual ovum eggs were viable.  Or, if they were
viable, whether the resulting baby would be normal or not.  A
prescription for 'the pill' was in Kasumi's near future.

	She was momentarily confused, then comprehension dawned.  "Is
that a condom?"

	"Yes, and I want you to put it on me.  I'll show you how."

	I had her kneel in front of me and took her hands in mine.

	"First, stroke my cock a few times to make sure it's fully
erect."  She started blushing again as I used her hand to masturbate
myself.

	"Don't look away.  You need to learn this.  You putting the
condom on me should be part of our foreplay.  Now, pinch the center
here and put it against the tip of my cock like this.  Keep holding
this part and then... there, roll it down the shaft carefully.  Keep
going.  It's all right, there's supposed to be a little extra room at
the tip.  That's good."

	Her blush never faded, but she paid attention, perhaps
thinking about future possibilities, or maybe about how this was going
to fit inside her.

	I moved her back next to me on the bed and started stroking
her cunt lips as I stretched her out next to me on the bed.

	Keeping the gentle stroking constant and locking eyes with
her, I asked, "This is your last chance to back out.  In a minute I'll
be inside you..."  Here I thrust a finger up her quim. "Are you sure
this is what you want?"

	I wasn't playing fair, but I wanted her to remember this first
time fondly and to know that this was all entirely her choice.  Well,
as far as she knew anyway.

	"Yes, but please..."

	"I'll be gentle and go slowly."

	She relaxed a bit, then stiffened slightly and I moved between
her legs.  I backtracked for a moment, grabbed a pillow and stuffed it
under her hips.  Moving back into position, I rubbed the tip of my
penis up and down her labial lips.  She was still overflowing with
natural lubrication as I started gently pushing my way inside.

	After what felt like only a couple inches I hit a barrier.

	"This part might hurt a little, but it only hurts once."  I
gave a couple more exploratory mini-thrusts, then pushed past the
hymen, relieving her of her virginity.

	She sucked in her breath in a small hiss and tensed up
slightly.  I held still, except for my hands, which I moved up to
caress her breasts.

	"Tell me when you're ready for more."

	After a long ten-count, she said, "Just a small bit, please."

	I moved my hips back and forth a little, and she seemed to
relax.  I gradually increased my strokes, moving a little bit deeper
each time.  After about five minutes of this, I reached the far end of
her pussy.  I looked down at our joining and saw that only about an
inch of my penis remained outside.  Part of me wanted to just push it
all in regardless, maybe force it into her womb, but I had been
working hard to retain my control and resisted the urge.

	Instead, I leaned down and kissed her, digging out her tongue
to engage it in a duel.  While still lip-locked, I carefully drew back
almost to the entrance of her vaginal tunnel and thrust forward
strongly, breaking the kiss.

	"Now we FUCK," I said quietly, giving special emphasis to the
dirty word, just for her, and I started the piston-like movements of
sex, trying to be careful to avoid simply battering her womb.

	I struggled mightily to hold off until she came again and
almost failed.  If not for the slight deadening of sensation from the
condom, I would have come in the first minute.  I was really worked
up.  As it was, I lasted a good 5 or 10 minutes, and my orgasm seemed
to trigger hers.

	I  collapsed on top of her for a moment before pulling out and
rolling off of her.  We both lay there, breathing heavily.
Eventually, I propped myself up on one elbow and looked her over.  I
don't know if a woman is ever more beautiful than during and just
after orgasm.  There's no self-consciousness then, no worries of the
world or of the future.

	I stroked her face with my free hand, moving slowly down to
her breast, where I gently played with and tweaked her nipple.

	"How are you feeling?"

	"Like a woman."  But she refused to elaborate.

	"Are you up for another round?" I asked as I stripped off the
used condom, tied it off and dropped it off the side of the bed.

	"Oh, yes.  But are you... can you... I mean, I've been told
that men go to sleep afterwards."

	I smiled.  "Sometimes, yes.  But tonight I have enough energy
for another round."  My record was actually five ejaculations in a day
since my nanite treatments had begun, although that was from
masturbation, not actual sex.

	I pulled out her hip pillow, pulled off its cover (only a
little blood) and threw it away.  I pulled out a fresh condom, pumped
my shaft a few times to keep it going, and started to put the condom
on.

	Kasumi sat up.  Blushing, she said, "Here, that is my job,
correct?" and took it from me.  I had definitely returned to full
stiffness by the time the second condom was in place.

	"Now, let's try a new position.  Do you want to be on top,
or..." I looked at her blush as she looked away in embarrassment.
"Okay, let me introduce you to 'doggy style'."

	Doggy style sex was less intimate, in that she wasn't looking
at me, but it had a couple advantages given the situation.  The big
advantage was that it was still a passive role for her.  I'm sure we
could work up to a cowgirl position or something else where she was
more actively participating, but not right away.  This position also
let me insert Mr. Johnson all the way inside Ms. Pussy.  A
disadvantage was that her clit wasn't being directly stimulated, but I
rectified that problem by reaching under with my right hand to rub her
stiff little clitty.

	This time, I lasted at least 20 minutes, and I think she came
at least twice, maybe as many as 5 times.  Kasumi was not very vocal
during sex, so I had to judge by pussy contractions.

	Fucking in this position did make me wonder about anal sex
with her, but given her thoughts on cleanliness, that might never
happen.  Maybe with an enema first?

	When this second round of sex completed, I got rid of the used
condom again, turned off the lights and held her spooned to me, her
smooth back against my hairy chest, as we drifted off to sleep.



	I was sure we had changed positions during the night, but when
I woke up in the morning, I was still spooning her from behind, my
morning wood trapped between us, laying along the line of her
buttocks.

	I just held her, gradually becoming aware that she was also
awake.

	"Good morning, Kasumi-chan.  How are you feeling?"

	No response.  I kissed the back of her head, then reached up
with my free arm to pull her hair back so I could see her face.  She
was crying.

	"What's wrong?"  She wasn't sobbing, just crying.
	"Did I hurt you?  I'm sorry."

	"No, Frank-sama."  (AN:  She actually used my last name here,
but I'm deliberately keeping the story last-name-less, as you may have
noticed.)

	"Then what's wrong?  How can I help?"

	"I... I woke up before dawn, like I normally do to get ready
and start breakfast for father and Akane and Nabiki and Ranma and...
and then I remembered where I was and that I can't go back because of
that foolish Shampoo... and then I remembered how kind you were to me
and what we did last night... and how wonderful it was.  And I started
to wonder, is this all I have left?  I love being with you and want to
do... IT... more, but shall I just become a mistress or servant?  Is
that all I have left to do in life?"

	I kissed the back of her head while I considered things for a
moment.  Her comment about "that foolish Shampoo" was Kasumi's
equivalent of calling her "a stupid fucking whore cuntrag".  Kasumi
was really emotionally on the edge.  I had never seen her like this in
the anime or manga.  Maybe fictional people wouldn't do well in the
real world.  Still, my house was not going to be the "real world".

	"Maybe this is a good time to talk to you about a job
proposal.  I plan to gradually invite people to live with me in this
house.  People who have no families of their own.  And some of these
people will probably not be... normal.  I need someone to manage the
house.
	"This isn't a job for a maid or a cook, though I expect some
cleaning and cooking will be part of the job.  I need someone to
mediate disputes, make grocery lists and do the shopping.  To assign
chores and, if needed, call in a maid or gardening service.  It will
be like an apartment manager or house mother."

	No response, but she was listening intently.  

	"The house probably won't actually fill up for another year or
two, but I hope to have a couple of college students join us in 2 or 3
months.  So you have time to prepare.  I have been told you are a
wonderful cook, but you need experience cooking American food too...
and European and whatever other types you would want to learn.
	"Nursing classes would probably help a lot, so we can arrange
for those too.
	"I have a regular maid service that comes in once a week.  A
lawn care service too.  But when we have enough people living here, we
can turn those jobs into chores.  Cooking too.  You wouldn't have to
cook every night, but we would need someone to plan meals properly and
do the shopping.  Or at least make the shopping lists.
	"You, my dear, have experience with most of this, correct?
And you have a wonderful calming presence.  And this would keep you
near me so I can take advantage of you on a regular basis."   I moved
my hand from her breast down to stroke her pubic hair and flexed my
cock against her ass.

	She reached down and took my hand in hers.  "Yes, that sounds
good.  I will do my best and try not to disappoint you.  But I am
afraid I probably will disappoint you this morning.  I am very sore
down there right now."

	"I'm glad.  Well, not that you're sore, but that's to be
expected.  Are you willing to try something else?"

	"What?," she asked suspiciously.

	"Have you ever heard of a blow job?"


	We had to go get a clean washcloth first, but once my cock had
been cleaned, Kasumi demonstrated that she could be quite a good
student.

	We showered again (together, with play but no actual sex),
dressed and had breakfast.  I showed her around the kitchen and taught
her how I like my eggs.  She started making a list of food to buy to
show me a traditional Japanese breakfast tomorrow, expanding the list
to include food needed for lunch and dinner.

	I gave her a full tour of the house and grounds.  I introduced
her to my two "trained" rats and two untrained.  (Chronologically, I
still had four test rats at this point; the one testing death was
still a few months away.)  I even showed her the basement, with the
server racks and lab full of unexplained equipment.  

	The basement was off limits to anyone but me, I explained.  I
was showing her now so she wouldn't be overcome with curiosity later.


	After all, now she knew what was down there and none of it
interested her.  If I hadn't shown her, who knows?  She might have
been overcome with curiosity a month or two from now and found two
young college students being grown in side-by-side vats.

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