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story_codes: M/g (11), non-cons; g/g (11/5), cons, magic

story_intro: A young girl sent by her people to trade with a wealthy man finds the bargain altered when her barely ripening body is added to his list of desires. 


story_language: English




Possessions

Written by madvlad


	"You'll do fine with the humans," the woman assured Nydra. "Just remember..."

	"Everything is a trade," the girl recited from memory. "Never a give a gift because they may expect more and never accept a gift because they will think you owe them."

	"And keep your hair in place in case other people than Roger McCann see you."

	Nydra patted her long hair that had been tied back to cover her upper ears. Her race had mildly pointed ears that might create closer scrutiny if the wrong person saw them. Aside from that, they looked just like slightly small-statured humans on the outside. 

	"The portal will re-open in seven hours after you enter their world, which is more than enough time since Roger McCann is expecting one of us. Be well, Nydra."

	They hugged and then Nydra left to go to the cavern where the travel masters would open the portal. A shoulder bag was slug diagonally across her body and contained the crystal she was to give the man as well as some personal effects. 

	Three times before, Nydra had accompanied an elder on a trade mission. For reasons no one had yet to discover, extended travel to the human world was taxing on the stamina of mature adults, so youngsters of Nydra's age learned the art of trade and often made the simple journeys themselves.

	Her kind traded crystals that they crafted that had the ability to bend variables of chance to create what humans called "luck". Having a crystal wouldn't make someone's lottery ticket a winner, although it might increase the odds somewhat. The crystals worked more subtly, giving their owners an edge as random occurrences more often than not would work in their favor. In return, the humans would provide them with things from their world that Nydra's folk needed and could not make or find in their world.

	In her previous trips, her encounters had been a mixed bag. The first man had been an oncologist - a doctor who treated various forms of a human disease called cancer. He used his crystal to help his patients in their recovery. The second man was a politician, something Nydra didn't quite understand. But she could sense a dark nature beneath his affable exterior and learned that his crystals had been used against opponents in elections. 

	On her last visit, the man used his crystal in his business, which was a restaurant with a reputation for exquisite and inventive cuisine. While he gained from this, it was obvious that he delighted in his customers' pleasure and good times. Before Nydra and her elder were able to return, he had insisted on feeding them. Nydra thought afterward that they should trade more crystals for the wondrous thing called "lasagna". She was half-joking but her elder conceded that they might have to give it serious thought. 

	Her current assignment was a wealthy businessman named Roger McCann who would provide some rare metal alloys in exchange for his next crystal. Nydra knew nothing about him - it was a common practice not to discuss trade partners so as to avoid creating skewed impressions for the next person who went to trade with them.

	Inside the cavern, one of the travel masters nodded to Nydra as a swirl of blue and silver sparkles appeared. She stepped into it and found herself standing on a well-manicured lawn. A human in a business suit approached her and led her to a large and impressive looking house. In the garage were six interesting looking motor cars that humans often used. The doctor had taken Nydra for a ride in his mechanical beast and she had found it thrilling.

	The interior of the house was elegant with a perfect blend of art and furniture. But there was something missing; an emptiness among the beautiful things that Nydra couldn't define. The man knocked on a door and ushered Nydra into the room before leaving and closing the door. Another man in a suit rose from his desk.

	"I'm Roger McCann."

	"Pleased to meet you, Roger McCann. I am Nydra."

	As business was always first, she set the crystal on his desk and he pushed a small packet of whitish-silver wafers of metal toward her. Nydra picked it up and closed her eyes a moment to sense the material. It was correct and she nodded her thanks as she slipped it into her bag. 

	In looking at Roger, she felt the emptiness stronger in him. It was unsettling but she did not speak of it. 

	There was a knock at the door and Roger put the crystal away before answering. A very petite, tastefully dressed woman wearing expensive jewelry entered along with a tall girl in her teens wearing some of the latest fashions. Both were quite pretty and they ignored Nydra and spoke to Roger. They shared the same emptiness as he had and Nydra was eager to leave this place of hollow beauty.

	The woman needed to go to something called a country club and said she would stay the night at their bungalow there. As the woman complained about picky details at the club, Nydra wondered why she would not stay in her home if this other place was so bad. The teen complained about her car and needed some money which Roger gave her without a thought. When they left, Nydra stood uncomfortably in front of the man again.

	"My wife, Louise, and my daughter, Kristen," he explained. "Louise is a power in local society and Kristen has a lot of potential for many different things."

	Nydra felt his pride but did not detect affection. He valued them not as kin but as more accumulated possessions. She really wanted to leave now, but had to wait.

	"In about six and a half hours, my portal will find me," she said. "Is there somewhere I can wait? I do not wish to burden you with being my host."

	"Oh no," Roger said in a soft, oily voice. "I think we should definitely spend some time together."

	Nydra read the predatory intent from him. He knew the rules- everything must have a trade - but he wanted something more. She only had the one crystal and the other things she had brought wouldn't be of use to him. 

	"I've noticed youngsters of your kind accompanying the traders before," he said suddenly. "But never one by themselves like you are. How old are you?"

	"I'm two moons past my eleventh birthday," she answered evenly, feeling his wanting growing darkly. "I've made three trade journeys before with elders."

	Roger nodded as he walked to her. Stopping, he put a hand on her shoulder, feeling the delicate structure of her collar bone and neck. 

	"I think there's another transaction we can conduct," he said, pushing the girl toward his desk. 

	"N-no, this is all we need to do," she said, her panic rising. "Please, I-"

	Roger yanked her dress up. It was a simple shift of green fabric and when he pulled it over her head her arms remained tangled in it. Nydra was lifted and thrown onto the desk. She kicked futilely as he rolled her onto her back with her arms trapped above her head.

	"Nice to see your kind doesn't have underwear," he remarked with a grin.

	Nydra closed her eyes to spare the sight of his eyes as he drank in the sight of her nude body. But she could still feel the darkness pulsing from him.

	Roger liked what he saw. Nydra's people were a little shorter on average than humans. Height-wise, she looked about as tall as Kristen had been when she was eight or nine. Once she reached puberty, Kristen had taken after him in height as opposed to the rather small-framed Louise. But Nydra's body had the slight maturation of a preteen just beginning to bloom with newly sprouting mounds on her chest and a modest flare in her still childish hips. Her pussy was still completely bald, clinging to earlier childhood.

	The girl was a looker, no doubt. Her olive skin had a gleaming quality to it as if it was oiled. It was warm and exquisitely smooth under his fingers as he explored her prepubescent sex. His other hand toyed with a miniature titlet, squeezing it and making the milk chocolate-colored nipple bulge out.

	He dribbled some whiskey from a glass onto Nydra's slit and used a finger to moisten her entrance. Despite her tearful entreaties to stop, he probed her deeply with his digit. She was small in there, but not a virgin. Roger didn't care. Kristen hadn't been a virgin either at Nydra's age when he first fucked her. That expensive little membrane of Kristen had been bartered off when she was eight to seal a negotiation with a lucrative business partner in the Middle East.

	"Allow me to present a new offer," he said as he unzipped his fly.

	Nydra fought harder, her arms still stuck as she lashed out with her feet. Roger deftly caught each ankle and pushed her legs back, opening her hairless cunt to his throbbing erection. He pressed against her mound, pushing as she tried to squirm. But eventually the angle was right and he thrust into her.

	Nydra went rigid as she was penetrated. The physical intrusion coupled with the psychic torment had her paralyzed. Weeping, she endured the hardness hammering inside of her as the man moved between her legs.

	Roger was enjoying the tight squeeze of the girl's preteen pussy. The flesh around his cock fairly rippled as he slid in and out of her immature channel. Her itty bitty jugs swayed with every thrust, inviting him to try them. Pausing his fucking, he pulled her up enough for him to lean in and chomp on her fresh little buds, sucking them whole into his mouth. After a few minutes, he let her drop with a thud and resumed his pounding into her steamy twat.

	After another twenty minutes, Roger ejaculated into the girl. Nydra sobbed anew as she felt the flood of her rapist's seed invading her. Satisfied, Roger withdrew, tidying his dick with a handkerchief of fine linen which he then tossed in the wastebasket.

	"Now you can wait for your ride," he said. "But do it somewhere other than on my desk. I have work to do."

	Weeping, Nydra slid of the desk and was able to finally tug her dress into place.

	"That cannot happen," she said with a trembling tone.

	"It already did," he said. "I know you rules - everything is a trade. But consider this - I had your pussy and you got a nice thick cock that I'm sure is better than anything your needle-dicked guys can offer."

	Nydra's hole was still throbbing from the man's wide prick, but she didn't appreciate his point of view.

	"No, this cannot happen. I'll tell the elders and you'll be cut off."

	"Really?" he asked, bemused. "That alloy you have is tricky to make and I own the patent. There's simply no one else who can provide it. However, I don't want any complications, so I propose a trade. Pick any one thing in my house and it's yours. There's the trade. Hell, take a look in Louise's jewelry cabinet - there's plenty and she rarely wears anything twice."

	Her head spinning, Nydra staggered from the room. Everywhere she went in the house there were riches and all of them carried the aura of hollowness. And she had become just like them to Roger. Something he desired and took possession of, only to toss it aside when he was done.

	She didn't know where she as she leaned against a closed door. Then she stopped sniffling. This one was different. There wasn't any of the emptiness here although she felt no one's presence inside. Opening the door, she walked into the dark room and leaned against a wall. Slowly, she sunk down and closed her eyes.

	Nydra hard heard stories of other races who used sex as a weapon although it was something never done of among her own people. From a very early age, children where she lived were involved in sex play. When she was four, Nydra lost her virginity to an older boy of twelve while they played in a warm spring. But, typical of her kind, she never thought of it as a loss. It was more of a new beginning.

	As she grew up, she spent many idyllic hours with boys and girls and men and women and the concept of fear was never thought of. Sometimes it was rambunctious or even silly and other times it was deeper and more intimate. 

	To cope with Roger's assault and to ease the emotional trauma of it, Nydra concentrated on happier times. The emotional memories cleansed the pain of her rape from her psyche. Now more relaxed, Nydra drifted to the physical pleasure of those times, slipping her hand under her dress and using her fingers to relive the magic. Time passed as her preteen cunny flowed warmly.

	"Why are you touching your kitty?"

	Nydra's eyes flew open. She was momentarily disoriented, unsure of how much time had passed. The lights were on in the room, showing it to be child's bedroom. And the child in question was standing in front of her.

	She was a very small girl, dressed in a skirt and blazer - the uniform of an exclusive private school that Nydra wouldn't have known about even if she had asked. She had brown hair and expressive dark eyes as she regarded the visitor in her room. Unsure of what else to do, Nydra answered her frankly.

	"I was making myself feel good."

	The girl nodded.

	"Oh, that. My kitty feels good when I touch it," she acknowledged before her face grew somber. "But Mommy and Daddy said I'm not supposed to do that."

	Nydra doubted the girl had yet to experience the depth of pleasure that she knew. But she was different than the others - she exuded warmth and brightness although it dimmed a bit when she mentioned her parents. The girl was still too young to have been affected by her environment, but was on the verge of being emptied of her inner light - juts like her parents and sister.

	"What's your name?" Nydra asked, changing the subject.

	"Becca," the girl answered. Then her face fell and Nydra sensed that intruding hollowness. "My friends at school call me Becca but my real name is Rebecca. I can't use Becca at home because it sounds trashy."

	"Do you like being called Becca?"

	The girl nodded warily before Nydra grinned.

	"Then I'll call you Becca," she said in a conspiratorial tone.

	Becca giggled and then pointed at Nydra's head.

	"I like your ears. Are you an elf?"

	Brushing her hand over the side of her head, Nydra realized her hair must have come loose during Roger's assault. Her ears were human-sized but with a bit of a taper in the upper back to create a rounded point. It wasn't as exaggerated as human-made images she had seen, but it was noticeable.

	"Yes, my people gave you humans the idea of elves."

	"I never met an elf before," Becca gushed and decided to tell her visitor more about herself. "I'm five years old and go to kindergarten."

	Nydra looked at Becca - she must have been small by human standards as she looked like one of her people's size at the age. Remembering the mother, Louise, Nydra figured the girl was taking after her, at least physically. Then Becca looked lower and fidgeted.

	"Um, I think you peed," she whispered.

	Nydra looked down. During her masturbation, her dress had become hiked up and there was now a little puddle from her leaking quim. 

	"It's not what you think. This is what happens when you touch yourself and you feel very good. We girls - my kind and humans - get wet down there which makes everything even better."

	"Oh, my kitty never did that."

	"Let me try to give you an idea," Nydra said.

	Her people could project their feelings when they wanted. It was usually a focused thing done between people who shared some sort of bond. Most humans were not sensitive to this so it was useless to try. But Nydra gave a hard mental push to see if it would help.

	Becca must have been unusually receptive because she staggered a step back. Then she pressed her legs together - hard. The child's unexpected arousal radiated from her.

	"I didn't mean to do that much," Nydra said as she got to her knees in front of Becca.

	She lifted the girl's skirt. Becca's thighs remained clenched and there was a small wet spot in the crotch of her little white cotton panties. Nydra looked into Becca's face. Her eyes were wide with surprise and her mouth hung open. Her red lips were soft and plump and her tongue glistened, making Nydra suddenly needful.

	"Let me give you more," she murmured.

	When she sensed no resistance, Nydra kissed the girl fully, tugging each lip with her own before sliding her tongue in. For a minute, Becca let her tongue lay still and be tasted. Then she started licking back, following the older girl's lead. Nydra hugged her tightly, sliding one hand down her back and cupping the five year-old's rump.

	When Nydra released her, she knew Becca wanted more. Nydra kicked off her boots and pulled her dress over her head and dropped it to the floor. Becca stood pliantly while Nydra undressed her.

	"You humans wear too many clothes," she teased as she opened the girl's blouse. 

	Tempted by the flat pink dots on the kindergartener's chest, Nydra sucked on each. Becca peeped as her nipples hardened under Nydra's flaying tongue. When Nydra lifted her head from the girl's dripping chest to finish undressing her, Becca ducked her head forward, catching one of the eleven year-old's nipples in her little mouth. The child's soft lips were heavenly as the tot suckled her and Nydra enjoyed the pause to feed the little girl her young breasts.

	Then it was back to business until Becca was down to her undies. Nydra gained an appreciation for the layers of clothing as her anticipation had grown. Sliding her hands under the waistband in the back, Nydra slid her hands over Becca's bouncy little buns as she slid the small panties off. 

	Becca watched as the other girl moved her hands up her legs, squeezing her silky thighs until they reached the bald, puffy mound at the apex. The touch of Nydra's finger on her baby snatch made Becca shiver as Nydra planted her tongue back into Becca's mouth. As she hungrily tasted Becca again, Nydra matched felt the growing pressure in her own sex. She was gratified to find Becca reacting well - the tot's breathing was ragged as Nydra fondled the juicy little treasure between the five year-old's legs.  

	Nydra stroked harder against and inside Becca's cunny, feeling the stiffness of her tiny clit while testing the elasticity of her inner labia and the membrane just beyond it. Unaware of her movements, Becca was hunching her hips to grind her hairless pussy against the preteen's loving hand. When the little girl started to cum, Nydra thrust two fingers into the swampy little hole, freeing Becca of her hymen. The sting of the insertion enhanced the child's climax to the point where her legs lost their strength.

	Nydra eased the trembling child to the floor and on her back. Locking her eyes on Becca's, Nydra lowered her head between the girl's smooth legs. Becca moaned softly when the other girl's mouth engulfed her hairless cuntlet and began to feast. Nydra thrust her tongue in and out of Becca's tiny honey pot, tasting the child's full arousal. Again, Becca humped against the older girl, willing her to eat her pussy until a second orgasm overtook her. 

	As Becca lay with her legs spread, Nydra opened her shoulder bag, producing a forked green vine with two buds on the ends. Holding one of the buds to her mouth, she licked it until it opened. She showed it to Becca, who was entranced by the thing. The petals were yellow while blue and red stamen waved in the air, producing golden motes of pollen. Then it closed again.

	"These are baatha flowers," Nydra explained. "One of my teachers gave this to me before I left for this journey. I didn't think I'd use it until I returned, but I'd like to share it with you."

	"I can get some water for them," Becca offered, eager to see the flowers open again.

	"They don't use water like most flowers do," Nydra explained with a glow in her eyes. "They don't have roots as we know it and feed from nectar that certain creatures produce as they eat the pollen. Centuries ago, some lucky girl or woman among my people found another source of nectar for them. I'm not sure what gave her the idea, but all of us are grateful that she did."

	"Huh?" Becca asked.

	"Just lay back and don't be afraid," Nydra said.

	"I'm not afraid. I like you."

	Nydra smiled and inserted one of the buds into Becca's quim until only the narrow stem protruded from between her hairless labia. The girl wriggled as it went in and then she stopped. Becca's mouth opened but no sound came out until a long, throaty ground that sounded odd from such a young mouth. Nydra knew the bud had opened and the stamen were moving inside, gently agitating the child's sensitive interior and spreading the pollen that had the qualities of an aphrodisiac. She knew that other specialized receptors, hollow stalks, would begin collecting Becca's delicious cunny nectar.

	Pushing the other bud in her own vagina, Nydra felt the ecstasy as it opened inside her and began to interact. The connecting vine between them allowed the girls to link and feel each other's sexual arousal, intensifying their experience. Becca was squirming, her little body bathed in sweat as she felt the double impact. Nydra swayed as she took in the five year-old's sweet sexual discovery. 

	Nydra got on top of the smaller girl, pressing her smooth cunt against Becca's. She thrust against her, making Becca's plump cuntlet flatten. Together, the two girls writhed and moaned, their clits aching as they rubbed and their bald twats slick as they were massaged deep inside. Their link made them come together, shuddering until Becca fainted and Nydra collapsed on top of her. 

	Nydra awoke first. Her cunny was still and she removed the now-dormant bud. When she slid the other from Becca, the little girl awoke. 

	"Those are nice flowers," Becca observed wearily.

	Nydra wrapped them in a silk cloth and put them back in her sack before kissing Becca once more. The clock on the wall told her it was nearly time to leave and she got dressed while Becca watched her.

	"Can you stay? Maybe we could have a sleepover?' she asked hopefully before she frowned. "But Mommy and Daddy won't let me."

	Nydra was about to speak when she felt a tingle on the back of her neck. She turned to see the familiar blue and silver sparkles of the portal forming. 

	"I have to go," she said as she bent down and kissed Becca one more time. "But I will always treasure this memory."

	"Please come back and play with me again," Becca pled. 

	Nydra didn't know if she would ever return to this place. After what Roger had done, the next trader here would be male - one well-trained in combat if the need arose.

	Nydra turned to wave and saw the naked tyke with a tear trickling on one cheek. She paused, knowing the portal would remain open for several more minutes if needed.

	Roger McCann walked down the hall to his younger daughter's room. He had been on the phone with a man he had done business with before. Now there was a new venture and the man, who only lived two hours away, was close to committing. 

	Roger knew the man had thing for little boys and girls - particularly their asses. When Kristen was six, she had learned a new use for her rear end, getting drilled by the man's cock. The contract had been signed and Kristen received much-desired praise from her daddy for helping him with his business. 

	The man had a large indoor pool and invited Roger to bring Rebecca along. Roger knew damn well the deal was virtually done as the man would be too busy ogling the little girl to concern himself with any further explanation of the details. Roger remembered that Rebecca had a swimsuit that Louise had bitched about when she had taken her to the pool at the club. The girl was outgrowing it and Louise had been pissed to see a couple of men eyeing her closely.

	"Fucking perverts!" she had spat, not knowing how her older daughter had been pimped out and used over the years.

	That would be perfect for this evening. The man would be thinking with his prick as he watched Rebecca with her plump little ass cheeks bulging out of the tight material. Roger would excuse himself to take a phone call or something like that while the man would strip the girl and bend her over. Roger remembered hearing Kristen's cries as she was buggered and had little doubt that Rebecca would be squealing like a stuck pig with a big cock splitting her tiny bottom open.

	It was for the best, really. Roger thought his younger daughter was too flighty and given to fantasy. Being five years old was no excuse, either. Better for her to learn now what prices had to be paid to get the better things.

	When he entered the girl's bedroom, she wasn't there. Roger frowned as she had been repeatedly told not to wander about - they needed to find her when they wanted her. Then he noticed her clothes scattered on the floor - even her panties. Where the hell was a bare-assed little girl going?

	As Roger fumed, he spied a piece of paper on the pillow of the bed. There was a note written in an oddly curving script but was quite readable.

	"Roger McCann,

	As you offered me anything, I made my choice and selected the only truly beautiful thing you had. I'm taking her home with me and I'm sure you'll be satisfied that our trade is now complete.

	-	N"

	Roger stood in the empty room, thinking about his business deal, the questions that would come from his wife and from his daughter's school and then from the authorities. For the first time in years, he had no answers and no plans. And no amount of luck was going to change that.
	




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