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Chapter Twenty-Six

"Hello, Mother Lenka," Mike said, finding the Keldara woman in the back of the Devlich house.

"Kildar," Mother Lenka said. She was seated on a stool in the kitchen, watching the younger women work.

"I've got a question for you," Mike said. "Care to go for a ride?"

"Of course, Kildar," Mother Lenka said, getting to her feet. "I can explain to you how to train your women."

"Pass," Mike said, grinning. The old woman was a terror about "explaining" things.

"Larissa," Mother Lenka continued, "keep these lazy bones at work; the men will be wanting their food on time."

"Yes, Mother Lenka," one of the Keldara women, presumably Larissa, replied, nodding at her.

Mike drove the old woman up to the bench over the Keldara compound.

"What are we looking at?" the old woman asked as they got out of the SUV.

"How much beer do you make every year?" Mike asked, walking through the brush covering the bench. Something had been up here within the last fifteen years or so, judging by the size of the saplings that grew on the bench.

"About three thousand liters," Mother Lenka said, frowning. "And let me tell you, it's not easy. We start after the harvest and work on it most of the winter."

Mike nodded and continued down a game trail to the end of the bench. There was another of the innumerable streams where the bench curved into the mountainside. He made a note to ensure it was spring fed, but most of them were. They trickled off in high summer, he'd been told, but never quite went away.

"I'm thinking of trying to make enough to sell," Mike said, coming back out of the brush to where Mother Lenka was standing.

"We already do," Mother Lenka pointed out, gesturing at the town.

"More than that," Mike said. "Much more. Enough to export."

"Never happen," Mother Lenka snapped. "You are talking about . . ."

"Ten thousand liters, minimum," Mike said. "Over what is usually made."

"There isn't enough time in the world," the woman protested. "Or enough stoves to bake the barley!"

"We'll build a brewery," Mike said. "Up here. With water on tap. The barley will be automatically fed to the very large ovens. And the women will work it, which will give them a source of income."

"Ah," Mother Lenka said, giving him a toothless smile. "Now I understand. But there is a problem."

"And that is?" Mike asked, raising an eyebrow.

"There is an undertaste to the brew, yes?" Mother Lenka asked, walking into the brush. "This bush," she said, lifting a low growing bush that looked something like a blueberry bush. "This makes the tiger berries. We put some of them, crushed, in the mix. That is what gives it the slight tang you don't get with true beer. Very old Keldara secret. But we'd have to have . . . very much of these berries. The women gather them in fall, but we could never gather enough. Without the berries, it won't be the beer you know so well."

"For this year," Mike said, musingly, "we'll just have to have an all-hands evolution to gather them. Get as many as we can gathered. I'll talk to Genadi about planting some more. I don't know how fast they grow, but we can have fields planted if we have to."

"The best come from the wild mountains," Mother Lenka sniffed.

"But it's not for the Keldara," Mike said, smiling. "It's for barbarians that don't know what real beer tastes like."

"Well, I suppose barbarians will drink anything," Mother Lenka said with a sniff. "I have tasted a can of something called 'light beer.' It is . . . bad."

"Love in a small boat beer," Mike said, cryptically.

Mother Lenka raised an eyebrow then cackled.

"Yes, Kildar," the old woman replied, still chuckling. "I get it. Fucking close to water, yes? Well, we will give them something that is not close to water. The tiger berry is a . . . what you call it? Aphrodisiac, yes? That will give them some zip in their peckers."

* * *

"Vanner?" Mike asked, sticking his head in the commo room.

"Intel," one of the Keldara women on duty said, pointing to the next room.

Mike frowned and stepped down the cellar hall. The next door was locked.

"Vanner?" he asked, tapping on the door.

"Hi, Kildar," Vanner replied as he opened the portal. "Welcome to the intel room." There were two Keldara women in the room, seated at a table reading something.

Mike had devoted about sixty grand to general "intel" items. Vanner had apparently been shopping. The room was crowded with electronics gear including scanners, a couple of very large printers and three computers with oversized monitors. One of them displayed a portion of a topographic map that Mike could make out was the northeast end of the valley. It was marked with roads that had just been put in and the new training ranges and their buildings.

"Very nice," Mike said, dryly. "What's going on?"

"I'm training Lilia and Stella in the basics of updating maps," Vanner said. "I pulled a couple of satellite shots off the commercial net and we're updating the valley map using a commercial topography program. What we're doing right now is looking over the output and doing an eyeball comparison since the program has a tendency to get details wrong. I also got Prael's survey data and we're using that to double-check the satellite data. After that I'm going to ask Colonel Nielson for funds for a full area satellite sweep. We can use that to get better maps of the Area of Operations. I got two map printers, cheap, so when we have better maps we'll be able to produce them for the Keldara. And I ordered the most comprehensive mapset available from Janes so we'll be set for most potential deployments, even though I know the Keldara aren't designed for deployment."

"What the hell are those?" Mike asked, pointing to a couple of what looked like very large radios.

"Oh, well . . ." Vanner said, clearing his throat. "I didn't use the full budget getting the primary gear, so I pulled a couple of those off E-bay. They're last-generation intercept gear. German. I've been teaching the girls about intercept. Most of the Chechens that use radios speak Russian and most of the girls know Russian. So we've been listening in on the Chechens from time to time, trying to figure out their operational pattern. They don't use encryption systems, but they do occasionally use codes and their transmissions tend to be cryptic anyway. I got a freeware program that gathers codes and looks for patterning so we're picking out some of their code words and we're getting a feel for their shorthand. I've been using a remote site for triangulation, trying to get a feel for the movements. Most of them don't have radios, anyway, or use sat phones. I can't do much with those; you need a ferret satellite to pick up sat-phone transmissions. But we're picking some stuff up. Nothing we can use, yet, but we're establishing some patterns."

"Oh," Mike said, blinking. "Good." When he'd budgeted for an intel setup he'd expected a bit of improvement in the maps and maybe a stab at pattern generation. Not this.

"I don't get many indicators that there's any special activity directed at the valley at the moment," Vanner continued. "Only three out of sixteen indicators that the Keldara are a target. The term has come up twice, both in reference to changes in movement away from the valley. There may be a force forming near the Pankisi Gorge for an incursion into Chechnya, that's got about a nine-point indicator rate with an almost three hundred percent increase in traffic in a localized region. I dropped that through our Russian conduit since it doesn't affect us."

"Okay," Mike said, grinning.

"Is this a social call?" Vanner asked.

"No," Mike said, shaking his head. "I want to set up a microbrewery so the Keldara can look at exporting their beer. I'd like you to do the initial research. Think of it as . . . intel gathering. I need a design for a microbrewery, how to run one, what goes into it, maybe a few consultants to contact."

"Okay," Vanner said, his eyes going distant as he nodded. "I'll get started on it right away."

"Thanks," Mike said, grinning as the intel NCO turned away. "Have fun."

* * *

Mike walked to the harem next, opening the door to the area carefully. Anastasia had started classes and he didn't want to interrupt if she was lecturing. However, it seemed most of the girls were working on something when he came in.

The girls were seated on cushions, using short desks. He saw that Katya was frowning as she wrote something. The girl had been picking up reading fairly fast but her writing ability still left a lot to be desired.

He waved to Anastasia and walked to the small room on the ground floor she'd set up as an office.

"Yes, Kildar?" the girl asked as she followed him into the room.

"Three things," Mike said, grabbing a chair in front of the desk and letting her have the swivel chair behind it. "I want to get computers in here, for one. Knowledge of how to use a computer, if not programming, is pretty much a necessity in modern life."

"I don't know anything about computers, Kildar," Anastasia said, frowning. "I don't even know how to turn one on."

"You'll have to learn, too," Mike pointed out. "When we get them, I'll have Vanner set up a network. They can be used for learning, too. Maybe I'll just get each of the girls a laptop and a wireless card. But that brings me to the second item; we need to get a tutor for the girls. I know you're used to instruction, and you might be better for basic instruction. But I'd like some of these girls to get to at least advanced high-school level by the time they leave. Not just basic reading and math but history, science, what have you. I'd like you to look into that. Look around Tbilisi. Female, obviously, and open-minded just as obviously."

"Very well, Kildar," Anastasia said, her brow furrowing. "I can find someone; I have hired people for the hareem before."

"Great," Mike said, one more detail handled. Hopefully well. "Last item: the girls. I'll have a session with Klavdiya tonight. I'd rather spend some time with each, rather than deal with them assembly line. Does that make sense to you?"

"Very much so," Anastasia said, relieved. "I would suggest that you spend quite a bit of time with each of them for at least a week."

"I don't know how much time I'll have, day to day," Mike said. "But I'll figure something out. Now, any problems you can't deal with?"

"Katya is, yes, very much a bitch," Anastasia said, frowning. "Also smart and manipulative. I would have her out of here as soon as possible; she poisons all around her."

"I told her if she gave me any trouble, I wouldn't bother selling her, I'd just put her down like a rabid dog," Mike said. "Is it that level of trouble?"

"Not . . . quite that bad," Anastasia said, hastily. "But she is poisoning the new girls. She is a problem, but I don't think she should be killed."

"Don't put a huge value on her," Mike said, shrugging. "Her problem is she's underutilized. I don't mean sexually; all the trainers think she's the greatest thing since sliced bread. But she's got one hell of a mind. A rabid one, admittedly, but she's intelligent and fast-thinking. Unfortunately," he sighed.

"She has virtually no education," Anastasia said. "So you can't put her in the intelligence and communications section."

"Wouldn't think about that, anyway," Mike said. "She'd figure out a way to knife me in the back. Let me talk to her after we're done."

"I think we are," Anastasia said, smiling faintly. "I guess I'll be missing your company for a while?"

"I think I'll be a little busy, yeah," Mike said, grinning sheepishly. "I don't hold you as monogamous, though. Feel free to trip up a trainer if you're of a mind. I know you think I own you, but I don't. You're a free agent."

"I think I'll wait my turn," Anastasia said, sighing. "The rest would be a come-down, I'm sure."

"Can't find out unless you check," Mike pointed out. "I'll go get Katya and have a little chat. Have Klavdiya meet me in my suite at dinner."

* * *

"Damnit, Kat," Mike said when the obviously apprehensive hooker was seated in his office, "do you want me to have to put you down?"

"I am trying not to be a problem, Kildar," Katya said, sniffling and dropping her head.

"Oh, quit the act," Mike said, sharply. "We both know it is one. I won't ask you the last time you actually cried."

"A long time ago," Katya said. Her head came up and she gave him a poisonous look. "It doesn't do you a bit of good."

"Well, you're screwing up my harem and I won't have it," Mike said. "But that's the only place where there are classes you can attend . . ."

"I hate them," Katya said, angrily. "All the other girls are so slow!"

Mike started to open his mouth, then closed it. He gave the situation some thought and then blew out, angrily.

"Okay, in addition to a dozen other duties I have, I'm making you my personal project," Mike said. "That does not, by the way, mean that you're going to be having sex with me. But I'll undertake to instruct you. How far along are you in reading?"

"I can read well in Russian," Katya said, carefully. "I don't know all the words . . ."

"Ever heard of a dictionary?" Mike asked. "I'm not going to be nice about teaching you, by the way."

"We don't have a Russian dictionary," Kat snapped back. "Or, yes, I'd look the words up."

"I know we've got one around somewhere," Mike said, making a note on a pad. "But I'll order a few. What about English?"

"Only speak little," Kat said in broken English. "Not read well."

"Next project," Mike said, nodding. "You need to get English down. It's the de facto international language. As of now, you're my assistant. Did you understand that?"

"Yes," Katya answered in English.

"I need a list of the girls who have not been broached," Mike said. "I want to spend a week with each of them. Make up a list and a calendar. I'm going to run it by Anastasia before I go with it, though. If you figure out some way to make trouble doing that, and it's obvious, I will beat the hell out of you. Understand?"

"Yes, Kildar," Katya said, frowning.

"Here's a Day-Timer," Mike said, digging in his desk and finding one he'd picked up free with some office supply orders. "I want you to, in general, have the girls lined up in reverse order of age, that is the oldest ones first. None who are under sixteen. Did you get that?"

"Yes, Kildar," Katya replied.

"Repeat it," Mike said. "In English."

"To make schedule," Katya said, carefully. "Oldest girls to go first. One per week. Younger be sixteen."

"The youngest to be sixteen," Mike corrected. "Start with Klavdiya, though. And after lunch, meet me in the workout room. If you're going to be my assistant, you're going to be training with me all the way. Go work on the schedule for now. When you're not working with me, go down to the intel section and talk English with Vanner in his free time. Got it?"

"Yes, Kildar," Katya said.

"Take off," Mike said, turning to his paperwork. "And don't get in trouble."

* * *

Mike ate a sandwich for lunch and then changed into workout gear and headed down to the weight room. When he got there, Katya was waiting.

"I have the schedule, Kildar," Katya said, handing him the Day-Timer. "I have listed all the girls in reverse order of age, with Klavdiya first."

"Okay," Mike said, flipping through the book and sighing. "We're going to work out together, then we'll go do some shooting. Go change into shorts and a T-shirt for this. I suppose you could work out in a skirt, but it's not normal."

Mike was through his warm-up when the girl got back to the room. He looked her over and nodded.

"Your thighs are pretty solid," Mike said. "We'll start today working on upper body."

"Yes, Kildar," Katya said, puzzled.

"You need to warm up, first," Mike said, leading her over to the cross-trainer. He showed her how to use it and set it for a fifteen-minute light course. "When the time runs out, we'll start warming up your upper body; this is just to get your heart working."

He moved over to the circuit training and dialed in his settings, then started pumping. He'd barely gotten through the triceps workout when Kat was done. He showed her how to reset the Nautilus machines and gave her a general weight range to work with. She noticed that he was moving at least five times her workout weight.

"Are you set me low to keep from making strong?" Kat asked, looking at him coldly.

"You have to start low," Mike said just as coldly. "I'll build you up to the max you're good for. But if you think you're going to pump my level, ever, you're sadly mistaken. You can go ahead and try if you'd like," he added with a grin.

They worked on the circuit for an hour, a light workout for him but about as much as Kat could take on her first day.

"Arms tired," Katya said, working her shoulders. She had sweat dripping down her face and wiped at it with a towel.

"You just thought you were in shape," Mike said, grinning. "Come on."

He led her down the corridor to a room at the far end from the intel room that had been set up as a dojo, where there were punching bags and floor pads.

"I'm going to show you a few fight moves," Mike said. "If you use them on the girls . . ."

"I'm in trouble," Kat said, nodding.

"When I start working the girls, I'll bring them in for this as well," Mike noted. "But you'll be doing this most of the time. In time, you'll be helping to train."

"Yes, Kildar," Kat said. "Thank you."

"Most people, when they fight with hands, use a closed fist," Mike said, handing her a pair of fighting gloves. "Like this," he said, punching a bag with his fist. "And they punch to the target. Try to hit the surface. You understand?"

"Yes," Katya said, frowning.

"Better to use the open palm," Mike said, opening up his hand and pointing to the base of the his palm. "Curve the fingers, hit at the base of your palm. That has the bones of your arm lined up with the target and it transmits more power. It also won't break your fingers, which hitting with a closed fist will do. And hit through the target," he continued, striking the bag hard. "The important thing is the speed of the strike. You must do it over and over again, learn to strike very fast, like a snake, and hard. Work on that for now," he said, stepping away from the bag. "Hard and fast."

She stepped up to the bag and punched it, hard, with an open-hand right hand.

"Harder," Mike said. "And faster. Think of someone you hate, me if you want. And punch through the bag," he continued, pointing to the middle of the bag. "Try to get your hand through to here."

She hit again, harder, then again, her face working.

"Gets some of the mad out, don't it?" Mike said. "Now the other hand, alternate the two. Hard, fast and through with both. Go."

She started hitting with both hands and then shifted around on her feet uncomfortably.

"You noticed you weren't standing right, good," Mike said, tapping at her ankles with his foot. "Right foot there, left foot forward. Cat stance is what it's called, coincidentally. Hit twice, one each hand, then pause."

When she'd finished the strikes he had her move one foot then the other, circling the bag.

"Keep your body centered," Mike said, running his finger down an imaginary line. "Bring your butt forward a bit; you're leaning away from the target. If you know where your center is, you can bring more power to the strikes. Don't kick, just strike, then move. We'll work on kicks later; most kicks are for show-offs anyway."

"You kick in Ondah contest," Kat said, panting. She hit twice, then moved, circling the bag.

"I was showing off," Mike said. "And Oleg was a big SOB. Kicks have more power than hand strikes. But there are more counters, too. Keep going."

He worked her on strikes and moving for about an hour until she was dripping with sweat.

"Go take a shower," Mike said, when the girl was pretty much worn out. "Then meet me at the office in regular uniform."

Mike was back at his desk, showered, when Kat turned up. She'd spent enough time to get makeup on but she wasn't much slower than he had been.

"Have you worked with a computer?" Mike asked, pulling his laptop out of its case.

"No, Kildar," Katya said, her eyes widening.

"This one doesn't have anything secure on it," Mike said, opening the computer up. "I was working on my typing, though. I'd never learned to touch type. So it's got a teaching program on it." He brought up the program and led her to the room he'd set up as a conference room. "This program will run you though how to touch type. It's about the most boring thing in the world, but it's important to learn. And it's in English, so you'll have twice as much to think about. It should keep you occupied," he added with a smile.

Mike ran through his bare minimum paperwork and then headed out to the household range. As part of the whole improvements program, Meller had bermed the walls of the range and Praz had upgraded the range and included a small tactical range.

Mike ran through a program circuit with M-4 and pistol, which was his scheduled shoot for the day, taking up most of the rest of the afternoon. By the time he was done the sun was starting to set. He dropped the weapons in the armory—Latif had been trained in cleaning so he could leave it to him—and washed up for dinner.

He stopped by the conference room and found Katya still plugging away at the computer.

"Dinner time," Mike said, walking over to look over the girl's shoulder.

"This not hard," Katya replied. She'd run through the first four levels of the training program, which had taken Mike most of a week of solid work. Given that it wasn't in her native tongue, it was doubly impressive. And the program wouldn't let you move on to the next level until you'd passed the requisite test.

"You're doing very well," Mike said, shaking his head. "I think you were being severely underutilized. If you keep to this rate, I'll be using you a secretary in a week," he added with a grin. "I won't keep you as a secretary—you'll get bored to tears after a while—but you'll learn some useful skills."

"Would like learn more about computer," Katya said. "Am have trouble with pad," she said, pointing to the touchpad on the laptop.

"The only way to learn is to do it," Mike pointed out. "There are games on there, simple ones. If you play those you'll learn to use it faster. I'll show them to you sometime, not now. It's time for dinner."

"And time for Klavdiya to learn, yes?" Katya said maliciously.

"Unlike for some," Mike pointed out, "I'm planning on having it be a good time."

* * *

Mike had had some changes made to the rooms upstairs. He'd had the master bath opened out into one of the adjoining rooms, adding a large shower and Jacuzzi tub, used the rest of the room to make a small office and sitting area, increased the size of the closet, had a gun safe installed in it and converted one of the rooms adjoining his suite into a small dining room with attached kitchen. Effectively, he never had to leave the suite.

When he got to the sitting room, Klavdiya was sitting on the couch awaiting him nervously. She was wearing a light-blue, low-cut dress he hadn't seen before, presumably the fruits of her purchasing. It suited her well.

"Mother Savina was supposed to bring up a light dinner," Mike said, smiling at her. "Let's eat."

"Okay," Klavdiya said, standing up.

The small table had been set with two places and candles for lighting. Mike lit the candles and turned down the lights, then lifted the covers off the plates to see what they were having for dinner. Chicken in a creamy sauce with a side of rice and mixed vegetables. Light enough.

"Wine?" he asked, lifting out a chilled bottle of a local white.

"A little," Klavdiya replied.

"And only a little for me, too," Mike said, pouring for her. "Shakespeare said that wine giveth the desire and taketh away the ability. Truer words were never writ."

"Who is Shakespeare?" Klavdiya asked, picking at her food.

"An English playwright and poet," Mike replied. "You'll read him eventually, I hope. Very good plays. He had the human nature down. Are you reading much, yet?"

"Only a little," Klavdiya said. "I am not so good, yet."

"It takes practice," Mike admitted. "You'll get better. You can learn a lot about the world from reading. Of course, living in it helps as well."

As they chatted the girl began to relax, which was the whole point. Dessert was a chocolate confection with coffee to wash it down. At which point, Klavdiya started tensing up again.

"Come on," Mike said, standing up and holding out his hand. "No worries."

Klavdiya got up uncertainly and followed him to the sitting room.

"Not there?" she asked, pointing to the bedroom.

"In a bit," Mike said, sitting down on the couch and pulling her lightly down to sit beside him. He'd set out a bottle of mead beforehand and pulled the cork, pouring two small glasses. "This is just a bit stronger than the wine. It will relax you so I can have my way with you," he said, smiling humorously.

"I am yours, Kildar," the girl said, taking the small glass.

"In one gulp," Mike said, tossing his off. The mead was strong and warming.

"That is good," Klavdiya said, pulling her legs up onto the couch to tuck under her.

"Made from honey," Mike said, putting his arm on her shoulders. "I don't think you make it around here, much, which is strange. Is there anything you want to talk about?"

"No," Klavdiya said, looking up at him from lowered eyes that were still a bit frightened.

"Then let's try doing," Mike said, leaning over to kiss her.

She stiffened at first but then slid into his arms with a moan. He flicked his tongue against her lips and hers parted for him to enter. He ran his tongue around her mouth, but when his hand slid onto her thigh she stiffened up again.

He kept his hand away from taboo zones, sliding it up her side and eliciting another moan, then down to her thigh again. This time when it slid up it was inside the dress sliding up her nylon covered thigh. Klavdiya wriggled around so that he could get his hand further up and he slid it up, pushing the dress up at the same time, until his hand was on her ass. He rested it there for a time, just stroking, then ran the other hand under the dress and had it up and over her head before she realized.

She sat back at that, biting her lip, as he tossed the dress onto the coffee table.

"Kildar," she said, uncertainly.

"Shhhh," Mike replied. She was wearing light blue bikini panties and a matching front-opening bra, and nylons supported by a garter belt. The panties had been put on outside the garter; he presumed she'd had help in dressing from Anastasia. "Now's not the time for words."

He started over, holding her gently and kissing, then slid his tongue down her throat as she lay back and writhed under his hands. He slid his hand up and down her sides as he kissed and licked on her neck, getting a mouthful of perfume in the process that he ignored. He also had to spit out some hair, but that was a small price to pay. She had a lovely body, young and taut and firm. He slid his tongue down onto her chest, then reached up and opened up the bra. This time she didn't stiffen, just moaned and arched as he took one of her nipples in his mouth while gently tickling the other.

He slid his left hand away from the nipple and up behind her head, then slowly lowered her onto the couch, sliding his right hand down her side and along her leg as he continued to nuzzle at her luscious breasts. They were very firm, just fully swelled out and not even starting to sag. He could feel himself getting aroused and firmly told himself to calm down. The wonderful part about it was that he could take her any way that he wished. He owned her; she had no recourse but to do his will. It was a heady feeling of absolute power that he had to carefully control.

He slid his right hand under her ass as he nuzzled at her and slid the panties down, gently. She did stiffen at that, clamping her knees together. That excited him enough he couldn't help yanking them down between her clamped knees, then sliding his hand up between her legs, roughly, sliding a leg over to spread them and then slipping a finger into her warmness.

She started to draw back at that but he pinned her in place with his weight and forced his finger into her, rubbing gently. She moaned and writhed to get away but he pressed her down, continuing to nuzzle at her breasts and neck, slipping his tongue down onto the juncture of her neck and shoulder and pressing in hard. He could feel a wave of goose bumps cover her arms and stomach and she began to moisten as he gently manipulated her.

He still didn't take her, continuing to stroke her with tongue and finger, slowly spreading her legs as she loosened up under his expert touch. Finally, she arched and gasped, letting out a squeak of surprise as much as pleasure as she orgasmed.

He quickly pulled his pants off at that, spreading her wide and taking her as she was still shuddering. She was tight as hell and he had to work to get in but she let out a shriek of combined pleasure and pain as her hymen broke, rocking into him as he took her. He didn't worry about her pleasure, now, simply stroking hard. But he held back as well as he could, giving her a good, hard, long fucking for her first time until she was shrieking with pleasure and bucking under him. Then he came into her, hard, pinning her down and biting into her shoulder muscles to keep from shouting himself.

"Oh, Kildar," Klavdiya said, crying, as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. "That was . . ."

"There aren't words, love," Mike said, gently, stroking at her face.

"Oooh," she moaned as he slid out of her.

He'd planned for that as well, and picked up a cloth from the table, sliding it between her legs gently.

"Are you hurt?" he asked.

"It hurt a little," she said. "But not so much. I must go clean up, Anastasia told me how."

"Meet me in the bedroom if you will," Mike said.

When she was gone he cleaned up the small amount of mess and wiped himself down, then went to the bedroom. He pulled the covers partially down, got undressed and was waiting for her when she came in. She was looking nervous again.

"Come on," Mike said, holding up the covers. "We're not even close to done, yet."

"Yes, Kildar," the girl said, uncertainly. She was still wearing her stockings and high-heels. She started to take them off but Mike gestured for her to stop.

"Leave them on," Mike said, grinning. "They're cute."

"Yes, Kildar," she said, uncertainly, but hopped into bed anyway.

"Now to show you the other ways you can please me," Mike said.

"I am told one," she said, smiling shyly. "Can I try?"

"Go ahead," Mike said, his brow furrowing.

The girl bent over and slid her head under the covers, one shoe-clad foot sticking out as she started giving him head, the foot waving back and forth thoughtfully as she worked.

She'd clearly been instructed in giving blowjobs by Anastasia, and Mike wondered if he should audit some of the "special" courses the harem manager was giving. She took him slowly at first, licking his dick like an ice-cream cone and getting it extended before she took him in her mouth. Once it was in she began working her head up and down, going faster and faster and sucking hard. At one point she went all the way down, taking him in the back of her throat and swallowing but that caused her to choke so she backed off and continued with her stroking.

Finally, Mike couldn't take it anymore; he reached down and pulled her back up on the bed and onto him. He lifted her legs to straddle his body and then inserted with her on top of him. She was quite moist; apparently giving head had excited her but it was still a struggle; the girl was still tight as hell. She bounced on him, working her hips and biting her lip as her fingers dug into his pectorals painfully.

"Oh, yes!" she said. "Oh, Kildar! OH GOD!"

As she came Mike rolled her over and slammed her, pinning her hands over her head to keep her from scratching any worse and pile-driving her as she screamed in ecstasy. He dug his elbows into the top of her shoulders to pin her in place against his thrusts and pounded for all he was worth until he came again.

"Kildar," she said as he rolled her onto his shoulder to cuddle. "I have never been with another man, but I cannot imagine it being better."

"Different men are . . . different," Mike said, sliding in to make contact with as much skin as possible. "Some are better than others. I pay attention and I care, it helps. Are you still okay?"

"I am sore," Klavdiya said. "But when you are in me, I don't care. But . . . I'm tired," she added, yawning.

"They call orgasm 'nature's tranquilizer,' " Mike said, smiling. "The problem with most men is they go to sleep right after they get theirs and they don't give the woman hers first."

"You don't go to sleep?" the girl said, sleepily, with another yawn.

"I'm a SEAL," Mike said, grinning. "We're supermen, hadn't you heard?"

Mike listened to her breathing for a bit and then yawned.

"But I could sleep," he admitted, drifting off.

He woke up in the middle of the night and as he felt the warm bundle against him, he was instantly fully awake. He thought about it for a second and then just pulled her over and spread her legs and took her.

It was hard getting in; she was dry and tight. As she woke up she struggled a bit but he clamped his hand over her mouth and forced it into her tight slot with a grunt of effort. He pinned her hands again, keeping his hand over her mouth, and simply took her, hard. He could see her eyes by the light from the window, wide and frightened, and it excited him tremendously.

"I'm taking you," he said, roughly. "I can take you any time I want. And I'm going to. I'm going to take you, again and again, whether you want it or not."

He felt her moisten instantly at that and her eyes closed and her head rolled back as she began to pant and buck. He didn't worry about her needs this time, though, simply taking what he wanted and coming into her again.

"That's the other side of me," Mike said, taking his hand off her mouth and pulling out of her. "The rough side of me. Sometimes it will come out."

"I liked it, Kildar," Klavdiya said, still panting. "I like you inside of me, taking me. Even when it hurts."

She cleaned up sketchily and then curled into him again. This time Mike was the first one to fall asleep.


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