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My Reward
By Azil
Copyright 1998


Disclaimers:

This is a work of fiction. No character is meant to resemble any specific
person, living or dead.

Sexual actions of various types will be depicted in this story. This does not
mean that the author approves of these actions, has ever performed any of
them, or would perform them if given the opportunity. (Nor does it mean that
he doesn't, hasn't, and/or wouldn't).

This is inappropriate reading material for minors. In many jurisdictions it
may be illegal for minors to read it, or for adults to make it available for
minors to read. The author urges you not to disobey these laws. Even if it
isn't illegal where you are, keep it away from kids anyway.


CHAPTER 8: THE PRINCE FAMILY

I was left, however, with nothing to do for the afternoon. I could do
something other than fuck (but that, at the moment, was all I wanted to do),
go out and find something, or create another fucktoy.

I decided I didn't want to create another girl just yet, so I went out. I
needed to stop by a computer store and get a new laptop anyway, so I headed
to a nearby power center that had a CompUSA (in addition to a Kmart, a Toys R
Us, and a couple other big stores).

Since I had just been through the whole comparison shopping routine when I
bought my recently-deceased laptop two months previous, and since I now had
an unlimited supply of money, it didn't take me long to shop. I just bought
the one I really wanted to buy last time, but didn't because it cost too much
-- plus there had been some new chips come out, so I got a slightly higher
level of that model, and then I had them add every possible upgrade and
accessory.

I forget what I paid, but it was a bundle. But what did I care? I charged it
and told Reward to make sure the charge cleared. I deliberately chose a card
that I knew was only about $1000 under its limit. No problem.

As I was getting into my car with my new top of the line, A-1, nifty-keen
laptop in its brand new leather carrying case with about 40 compartments on
it, I saw a mother and her two daughters pass in front of my car and start
loading their Toys R Us bags into the car next to me.

Mom was early thirties, fashionably if casually dressed (apparently some
money, the car was a brand new high-end sports utility vehicle), dark blond,
very trim, about 5-4, with an attractive face -- blue eyes, a short nose with
a few freckles, and full lips that were pulled back in a big smile as she
laughed at something a daughter said.

The girls, about 9 and 11, were miniature versions of their mother. Both were
blonder than mom, one had brown eyes, but facially they were almost
identical, and both were, like their mother, happy. They were all laughing
and giggling and having a great time.

This, I said to myself, is what is lacking in a manufactured playmate. I need
someone not only just as attractive as these females, but with the sort of
personality that would make them a pleasure to be with.

Were the girls a trifle young? Well, er, uh, ahem -- yes. But I had enjoyed
my evening with Lupe so much that, as I mentioned earlier, I knew I was going
to do it again. I hadn't planned on going quite this young, but these were a
couple heartbreakers -- their beauty, their slim, flexible bodies, and their
bubbling, vivacious personalities, their joie de vivre, made them
irresistible. Mom wasn't bad either, frankly, and the thought of having a
mother and daughter(s) together was something I hadn't considered but, now
that I did, it rather turned me on.

So I decided to take them home with me and have an afternoon fuckfest.

Then my damned conscience kicked in. Boy, do I hate it when that happens. I
reminded myself over and over that I could wipe their memories clear when I
was done with them, that I could ensure no physical harm befell them, that I
could suppress any pain. None of it worked -- I'd still be fucking little
girls and making their mother watch (and presumably vice versa), and it was
wrong.

Damn.

I turned the key and headed home, with only my nifty keen laptop to keep me
company. On the way, however, the solution appeared to me. "Reward," I asked,
"can I have girls who are exact copies of people who actually exist --
including exactly the same personalities and past history? Clones?"

He said I could. I asked him if there was anything I couldn't do with/to
people. Could I, for example, have sex with a nine-year-old girl? Could I
steal all the gold in Fort Knox? Could I commit rape or murder?

He reminded me that I was only limited in terms of not being able to wipe out
the earth. He also added, saying he should have mentioned it previously, that
my powers were limited to our solar system. I mentioned that I didn't see
that as being a problem, and asked by way of clarification, "So I can do
absolutely anything, no matter how immoral, unethical, tasteless, violent, or
evil, as long as I leave enough people alive to repopulate the earth? Is that
right?"

Reward acknowledged that I was right, pointing out that if I decided to kill
large numbers of people it would be best if I worked it out so that the
survivors came from different parts of the world, in order to protect the gene
pool.

I told him that I understood, but that I was just using mass murder as an
example -- it wasn't really on my agenda.

I drove home lost in thought. I wanted that family, but how was I going to get
them? Obviously I could have Reward bring them (or rather, their clones) to my
house, but what would I do with them there? I didn't want to rape them, and I
didn't want to turn them into sluts as I had done with Missy. How could I get
them to submit willingly to being my fuckpuppets?

I figured that if I could get the mother to agree, then she could convince the
girls. But again ... how?

I asked Reward to tell me everything relevant about the personality,
character, and background of the family, and especially the mother.
Immediately, I knew how a computer feels when it gets a data dump. One second
I knew nothing about the Prince family (for that was their name), the next I
knew more than all their friends, relatives, and TRW combined.

The kids were as nice, sweet, and innocent as they appeared, although the
elder, Cassie, who was 12, had recently kissed a boy for the first time and
had looked at some pictures in a sex magazine just three days previous. A
friend had shown her the magazine, and when they had gotten excited looking
at it, the friend (who had an older sister) had shown her the rudiments of
fingering herself. Cassie had masturbated several times since then,
fantasizing about either a boy in her class or her father, who had recently
moved out of the house, and whom she missed tremendously.

The younger girl, Elizabeth, also known as Little Bit, who was nine, was aware
that there was such a thing as sex and that adults and older kids were
fascinated by it, but she was very foggy on the details.

The mother was, as might be expected, more complex. Sharon Prince was
thirty-two, very recently divorced, and a very nice, kind, friendly person
with just one major weakness -- she liked money a lot, and liked even more
the social status that money provides.

Sharon had been raised in a conservative Mormon family that had pretty much
disowned her when she fell in love outside the faith and got married straight
out of high school. Her husband's family had a fair amount of money however,
and supported the young couple while her husband finished college. After
Cassie was born, Sharon had never worked. Her husband had done pretty well,
working in the family business, although the young couple had lived well
beyond their means. The husband had eventually tired of Sharon's
extravagance, his attempts to rein in her spending had led to fights, and
things had spiraled downhill into a divorce that had been finalized only two
months previous.

So Sharon, possessing an above-average libido, was horny. But more
importantly, she was broke and desperate to get money. Her husband had done a
much better job of choosing attorneys, and Sharon had gotten the shaft on the
settlement. She had gotten the nice new car -- the husband knew that if he
put a good status symbol in the package as bait, she'd ignore all the hooks
-- and the expensive house. But the house was mortgaged to the hilt (and
beyond) and Sharon now realized that, with no skills, she could never find a
job that would come close to making the payments. At the same time, she
couldn't sell -- the mortgage was so high that, after fees and points, she'd
end up owing money on the sale.

Beyond some amazingly small child support payments, she had gotten a lump sum
payment of $10,000 that would likely be gone inside another month. She hadn't
yet found a job, although she had one offer to work as a receptionist at
$8.25/hour. Sharon was, in short, in big trouble. The toys I had seen them
carrying to the car were the result of a gift certificate from grandma for
Cassie's twelfth birthday. When dropping off the gift, Grandma had hinted
that perhaps it would be best if Sharon gave her ex-husband custody of the
children.

So money would be the route to the Prince family pussies. But I knew "Here's
some money, let me fuck your kids" was not going to work. So, as I had Reward
bring me the Prince clones, I also had him adjust Sharon a bit -- without
changing her basic personality. I had him turn up her greed and
status-consciousness to even higher levels, increase her resentment of her
husband's efforts to get the kids, and make her financial situation appear
even more desperate than it was.

At that moment the doorbell rang. When I answered it, there was the trim
figure of Sharon Prince, in her walking shorts, designer-casual blouse, and
expensive loafers. And with her were the two angels, Elizabeth asking, "Why
are we here, Mommy?"

Sharon hushed her with a smile, then turned the same smile to me. "Hi, my
name is Sharon Prince, I had a message to come here, although I'm afraid I
don't know what it's about."

I smiled to put them at their ease, introduced myself, and invited them in. As
they entered, I said softly to Sharon, so the girls couldn't hear, "You were
sent here because I have a way to help you out of your financial problems."

Her look told me she was very interested. "Perhaps the girls would like to
watch some cartoons while we talk in the other room?"

All of them agreed that it was a great idea, and I took them into the family
room, where I let the kids choose from a selection of just about every Disney
and Warner Brothers video ever released. They chose one, which I had Reward
alter so that as soon as we left the room it would turn into a pedo flick --
adult males fucking little girls. Sharon and I went out to the kitchen.

I won't go through the whole dialog, but suffice to say that I told Sharon
that I was prepared to give her $5 million if she and her girls would spend
the night with me. She asked me if I were nuts, of course, and I told her
that I wasn't, but that she would be nuts to turn down the opportunity to set
herself and her daughters up for life.

Her next question I had fully anticipated. Why should she believe I had that
kind of money and would give it to her? I took her into the garage, where
there were stacked dozens of large shopping bags. I suggested she look
through them. "There's $3,000,0000 in hundreds and $2,000,000 in twenties in
those bags," I said. "You can tell they're real, and you can count them if
you like." I watched her look through several bags, checking randomly the
stacks, riffling through them. She didn't count, but she quickly knew it was
no hoax.

I had Reward tell me what she was thinking. She was wavering. One night, she
was saying to herself, one night and I'm rich. But of course, she was still a
very good mother, and how could any good mother allow her little darlings to
get fucked, as the kids were getting fucked in the video her darlings were at
this moment watching?

I then planted several arguments in her mind and forced her to accept them as
gospel -- thus allowing her to accept this outrageous proposition without,
again, altering too much her basic personality. A personality which I had
found, as I expected, that I liked. I reminded her that, if she didn't do
this, she would likely lose the girls entirely -- wasn't it worse for the
kids to be without their mother than to have one night of sex? I suggested to
her that kids are being introduced to sex at younger and younger ages these
days. Perhaps Cassie and Elizabeth already knew more than she thought --
wouldn't it be better for them to have their introduction with their mother
watching to make sure it was done right, rather than at the hands of some
ignorant classmate in a car? And then, of course, think of how much the money
could buy for the girls -- a great education, the right clothes, entrée to
the right groups, the best sororities -- wasn't one night more than worth it?

With these rather specious arguments firmly planted and accepted, she was able
to rationalize what she couldn't otherwise accept. Add that to her very real
financial dilemma, and her natural (and Reward-enhanced) greed, and it was no
surprise that the sacks of money won the battle.

Reading her mind, I knew she had accepted, so I filled in the ground rules --
from now until eight o'clock the next morning I could do absolutely anything I
wanted with her and/or her kids, in any combination I wanted, as often as I
wanted. She would cooperate with me fully, show great pleasure in what she was
doing, and help me persuade the kids to cooperate. I made sure about the
cooperation by planting another seed -- once we got going she would discover
that she had a lesbian-pedo streak.

She was completely hooked. Just to cement things, I suggested that she and I
carry the bags of money to her SUV. It took us a while, and there was barely
enough room, but by the time we were done, there was no way she could walk
away from the deal. I took the key and told her I would give it back at
eight.

We returned to the kitchen, then to the family room, where the video had
become a Disney again about ten seconds before we walked in. I called out to
the girls as we neared the door, and saw as we walked in that Cassie's blouse
was pulled out, her elastic-waist jeans obviously just pulled up. Her face
was flushed. I knew she'd just pulled her fingers out of her pussy. Elizabeth
was also looking flustered and I was fairly certain she had tried to imitate
her sister. "Have you kids been having fun?" I asked innocently, but with a
wink that told them I knew what they'd been up to.

They nodded eagerly, then I looked to Sharon. She was waiting for me.

"Your mother and I have been having a talk," I began. "She's decided that it's
time you learned about sex. You know what sex is, don't you?" They exchanged
guilty looks and nodded.

"It's what a man and woman do to make babies," Cassie answered.

"That's right," I replied. "And now that you're getting almost grown up, it's
time for you to learn how to do it."

"We're not going to have babies, are we?' asked Elizabeth nervously.

"Of course not, Little Bit," answered Cassie with the exasperation of an older
sister. "We're not old enough."

"No, you're not going to have babies," Sharon assured her, "but it's important
that you learn how so you'll be ready."

"Right," I added, glad that Sharon was stepping in. "And I think it's so
important to learn how, that I've told your mother that I'll give her five
million dollars," Sharon nodded eager agreement, "if you learn all about sex
tonight." The girls whooped with delight, with visions of endless Barbie dolls
and pretty clothes. "But that will mean you'll have to work very hard to learn
everything. You'll have to do exactly as you're told." They nodded with solemn
faces.

"Some of it will hurt a little bit," added their mother, "but it won't hurt
for long. Then you'll like it."

"Why don't we start out by giving a demonstration?" I suggested. "You can
watch your mother and I have sex."

Everybody readily agreeing to this totally outrageous suggestion that sounded
totally reasonable under the circumstances, I directed the group to the
bedroom. I had Reward fix it up pretty much the same as it was when Lisa was
here, except with a lot more ruffles and frills, figuring the girls would
love it. I also had him double the size of the bed, giving all four of us
plenty of room to bounce around.

The girls squealed with delight when they saw the room, and immediately ran
for the bed. Even Sharon seemed impressed. I helped Little Bit get up on the
bed with a helping hand on her butt, which was every bit as delightful as I'd
expected.

I saw Sharon wince as I felt Little Bit's ass -- it was the first overt act of
what she'd let herself in for, so I figured we'd better get moving before she
began to have buyer's remorse.

I thought I'd probably better give her a quick fuck, without wasting a lot of
time on preliminaries. When Sharon and I were on the bed, I pulled her to me
and kissed her, at first softly, then a bit stronger. The girls watched,
rapt. I put one hand on her lower back, then rubbed down to her ass. The
other hand began to massage a breast. Although Sharon's responses at first
were perfunctory, Reward caused all her nerve endings to double and triple in
sensitivity, and quickly she was kissing back as hard as I was.

At that point, I began unbuttoning her blouse, then reached behind for her bra
strap. It was a front closure bra, and Sharon unclasped it, grinning at me.

The tits she bared were nice -- the sag you'd expect in a thirty-two-year-old
mother of two, but still some shape and bounce to them. The nipples were not
yet erect, but they stood out slightly from the large reddish aureoles. I
could hear the girls whisper in surprise as I took their mother's right
breast in my mouth and began to suck. I considered having them suck the other
breast, but decided it would be better to wait. I traded tits for a moment,
massaging the other, then my spare hand began the trip down her belly to the
waist of her shorts.

I didn't do it terribly slowly this time, though I paused briefly to play
with her navel, which the kids enjoyed, from their laughter. Then I slid my
hand under her shorts and began to massage her lower belly, then her mound. I
thought I heard an intake of breath from Cassie as my hand slid down.

My hand fumbled around for a moment, looking for the button, and I felt Sharon
raise her hips and reach behind to do the honors herself. I looked up from her
tit long enough to smile and say, "Thank you."

I sat up and helped Sharon remove both her shorts and her panties, while she
took off her blouse and bra. Now totally naked in front of her children as she
prepared to fuck a stranger, Sharon seemed to be excited by the bizarreness of
the situation. She looked at the girls and smiled, saying, "This is when it
really gets fun." Then she laid back and opened her legs.

I turned to the girls as I began to take my clothes off. "It's important for
a man to make sure the woman is really ready before they begin to have sex,"
I lectured. "He has to make sure her pussy is really wet, so he can get into
her easily." I put my hand on Sharon's neatly trimmed bush that showed her
slit just peeping through.

Two fingers entered just slightly, pulling the lips a bit apart. "She's not
wet enough yet -- why don't you feel her, so you'll know what it feels like,
Cassie?" Cassie hesitantly put her hand forward and poked a finger into her
mother's cunt. Sharon shuddered as she did so.

"You see, she's not very wet yet," I said, "so I'll have to get her ready." I
was pulling my pants off, when Elizabeth said, "Can't I touch her, too?"

A bonus! I nearly shouted with joy, but it was Sharon who said, eagerness
beginning to show, "Go ahead, Little Bit, touch me." The lesbian-pedo
suggestion was obviously kicking in.

The little girl put her hand forward and touched her mother slightly, causing
another shiver to run through Sharon. I took Little Bit's hand and said,
"Here, honey, touch her there," and put her tiny finger on her mother's clit.

This time it wasn't a mere shudder that ran through Sharon -- she moaned
loudly and shook, moving her hips up, then grabbed her daughter's little arm,
holding Little Bit's hand in place as she ground her hips to force her clit
against it.

"See how good that feels, girls?" I asked. "You'll feel that good soon." I
winked at Cassie. "I'll bet you'll like that, won't you, Cassie."

The little girl smiled back at me, but just said, "Let me feel her, too,
Little Bit."

The two little girls both plunged their hands into their mother's cunt, and
started pushing each other away. "Don't fight, girls," I said, "there's room
for you both." I took Little Bit's hand and helped her find her mother's
vagina. "This is where I'm going to fuck her," I told the little girl, "so it
will feel good if you put your finger in there." She did as she was told.
"Now move it in and out," I suggested, "and Cassie, you rub your mommy's
clit, but very softly and slowly."

Sharon was going crazy, from the sensations she was receiving, and from the
sight of her little girls fingerfucking her. Her hips moved faster, and sped
up again when I returned to rubbing and sucking her tits.

Sharon couldn't take the stimulation in four erogenous spots at once and
quickly came, bucking her hips violently and lierally throwing the girls
backward, and screaming with lust, which temporarily frightened the girls,
who thought their mother was hurt.

Cassie was silent, I think understanding at least partially what had
happened, but Little Bit began to whimper in fear. I soothed her, holding her
close and saying, "It's okay, your mommy's okay, she just yelled because she
was so happy because it felt so good. Isn't that true, Sharon?"

Sharon had to swallow a couple times before she could speak, but then she
confirmed what I had said. "It felt wonderful, Little Bit," she said. "You
did a great job, honey." Little Bit hugged her, and I suggested to Cassie
that she give me a blowjob while I finished getting her mother ready.

Cassie looked at me dubiously, then I told her to come over next to me. She
did, and I told her to open her mouth and put my cock in it. She did as she
was told again, first putting out her tongue to just taste the head. The
sensation was tremendous! Then she opened her mouth wide enough to get the
head in. "Ohhhh," I sighed, "you're doing it just right."

Sharon looked concerned at first as I asked her 12-year-old daughter for a
blowjob, but her eyes had opened as wide as Cassie's mouth as she watched the
little girl suck. She was obviously getting turned on again.

I then laid down between Sharon's legs and spread her cuntlips wide open,
inspecting my property. It was deep red, with a large clit, fully erect of
course, and large inner lips that protruded slightly even when her cunt was
closed. I inserted my tongue, and stuck it up the vagina, where only moments
before Little Bit's tiny finger had been fucking. "Sharon," I suggested,
seeing Little Bit cuddled in her mother's arms, "why don't you show Elizabeth
how to french kiss?"

Again Sharon appeared shocked at first, but then excited, and pulled her
little daughter near her, kissing her first lightly on the lips, then forcing
the nine-year-old's mouth open and inserting her tongue. I saw her hand begin
to slide down Little Bit's back and then slowly massage the tiny butt.

Although Cassie's blowjob was of course inexpert, just having my cock in a
12-year-old mouth was pretty exciting, and now she was starting to get a bit
more of me in her. I knew I was going to come quickly, and I didn't want her
first sperm to be in her mouth. It was time for the girls to see their mom get
fucked.

I told Cassie to let my cock go, which she reluctantly did. I noticed that
her hand had crept inside her shorts again. I grinned at her and said softly,
"Does that feel good?" She just nodded. Then I reached over and put my hand
on the outside of her shorts, over her crotch where her hand was so busy. "It
will feel even better when my cock is in there." Her hand sped up.

I saw that Sharon had looked up from her necking with Little Bit, probably
when I stopped sucking her, and had seen the byplay between her daughter and
me. But she no longer cared.

I got between her legs and said, "Now it's time for you to see how people
fuck. Little Bit, you know where this goes, so why don't you put it in?"

The little girl moved away from her mother's embrace slowly, then reached out
and tentatively took my cock in her hand. But she knew what to do and, with
only a small slip, placed it at the door to her mother's fuckhole. Sharon
gasped at the feel of a cock about to enter her for the first time in months,
then moved her hips forward to seat the head inside her.

I slid in slowly, enjoying the sensation of entering a new cunt. But Sharon
was fully lubricated, obviously, and I reached full depth easily. I stopped
when I was all the way in, and kissed Sharon deeply, playing with her tits.
Then I began long slow strokes.

Sharon was already very excited, as was I, and I knew neither of us would last
long on this first fuck of the afternoon. Soon I was up to full speed and was
pounding hard and fast into Sharon's cunt as she wound her legs around me and
fucked back just as hard.

Just a moment before I came, I remembered to look at the girls. Cassie was on
her back, with her legs as wide as her mother's. Her eyes were turned in our
direction and she watched with awe, but her hands were deep down her shorts
and moving fast. Little Bit had also put her hands down her shorts, but
seemed confused about how to frig herself.

I couldn't spare any attention for the moment, though, as my sperm began to
well up inside. Then Sharon tightened her legs around my waist and groaned
loudly as she stiffened with her orgasm. The convulsions in her cunt were
enough to send me over the edge, and my cock spurted again and again, filling
her waiting uterus.

We both collapsed, and I rested on her for a moment or two, then kissed her
softly and rolled off. "Thank you," I said, "that was good." She hesitated a
second, then said, "Yes, it was."

I looked at the girls. Cassie had stopped frigging herself, although her hands
remained in her pants. Little Bit again hugged her mother. I think she might
again have been frightened by the orgasm.

I grinned lewdly at the older girl and said, "Cassie, it looks like your pussy
is about ready." The girl looked both excited and frightened, but nodded.

"But first," I said, "it's important to clean up after sex. I like to have the
girl I just fucked clean my cock off, but Cassie, you did such a great job of
sucking me before, I want you to clean my cock. And Elizabeth, I want you to
clean out your mother's cunt with your tongue. Lick it all up."

Cassie eagerly returned to the cocksucking she had done before, this time
licking my cock, now beginning to droop, clean. Little Bit, meanwhile, seemed
a bit dubious, but, at her mother's urging, soon had her tongue well up
Sharon's vagina. Sharon laid her head back and groaned with pleasure.

When Cassie finished cleaning my cock, she took it again in her mouth. It took
only a few seconds there for it to come back to life. But I didn't want a
blowjob, I wanted to fuck this ripening little sweetheart.

I knew she was already hot from watching her mother and I fuck, and from
playing with herself, both during the fuck and while watching the video.
Nonetheless, I wanted to play with her for a while before I took her cherry
-- both for my own satisfaction and hers.

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