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story_codes: M/g(7), cons

story_intro: No, no, NO! It wasn't fair - damned near criminal. Ellison had been saving and planning so carefully for that special one; a little-girl love doll of exquisite craftsmanship and such promise. She was the answer to the dreams of a man who shied away form human attachments. Instead, he gets stuck with a contraband REL child. It's too late at night to return her so she'll just have to stay until he can give her the boot tomorrow. Sure, she's kind of cute and all and it's just one night...


	
story_language: English




REL: Of Equal or Greater Value

Written by madvlad


comments_readers: A brief explanation for those who haven't read other REL stories:

	The Replicated Enhanced Lifeform, or REL, is a laboratory grown human used for a variety of tasks - some mundane and other more exotic. Aside from their brains, REL bodies are completely human except for the ability to self-generate (and potentially live forever) and heal rapidly - a desirable thing for a quality product - and other customizable features. Their brains are a mix of cybernetics and human tissue.

	About five years after the first RELs came onto the market, a phenomenon occurred in which some RELs were developing personalities beyond their programmed parameters. After a few years of experiencing life and the world around them, they developed likes and dislikes (for anything from food and drink to other people) and other aesthetic features in their behaviors. 
The manufacturer had an easy fix - a brain wipe that would erase these uncomfortably human features but retain the basic original programming.

	Some RELs have been made as children. Although they might age chronologically, they will always remain their original age in physical, mental, and emotional maturity. 

	Society has become divided over whether RELs deserve human rights or are simply property. Legally, they are only property and are at the mercy of their owners.

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	Tira was waiting for him.

	Ellison, or "El" as he was known to his small circle of friends - most of whom were known solely online - worked and played hard for her two or three nights a week and every Saturday at the Ecstasy Emporium eight blocks from his apartment. 

	The place was one of those party centers where people could play arcade games and win tickets (virtual tickets, now, since everything was kept on an account card). It was there that El met Tira - or rather a poster of her.

	She was one of the premium prizes - ten million tickets worth. There were other life-sized dolls of that type but Tira was the one who captured El's heart along with becoming the target of his fixations. She was sized to be a girl of about eight and had sea-blue eyes and wavy blonde hair. Having carefully researched her online, El knew she was anatomically correct in all of the right places with life-like synthetic skin.

	He could have saved for a doll like her more easily than dumping his money in the arcade but Tira - his Tira - was an exclusive design for the Ecstasy Emporium Company and its franchises. She was often chatted about in online forums and El had come to learn that fans and collectors of these dolls, in general fell into two categories.

	There were those who kept them in mind condition, posing them and providing them with a variety of outfits and accessories. In reading their comments, it was evident that they looked down upon the other category of doll owners.

	These others were the ones who purchased the dolls as high-grade sex toys. El was impressed by the photos and videos they posted of their dolls in various positions and with more lewd accessories. 

	In his plans for Tira, El found himself caught between the two groups. Forming in-person relationships with people had always been difficult - more like painfully awkward - for him and his sexual preferences remained toward the very young. His desires had never been acted upon, mostly because the guilt would be horrific. But he also had to admit that the idea of actually interacting with a little girl was too daunting a prospect to allow him to make any attempt.

	But Tira wasn't going to be just a plaything for him. No, he carefully turned his spare room into one fit for a princess with a poster bed in pink and plenty of pretty clothes. Some of the other outfits for her were decidedly not so innocent but could be found by sites catering to doll lovers (or doll lusters as the non-sexual collectors snobbishly labeled the other set).

	For over a year, he faithfully journeyed to the arcade, finding the games that gave him the most output in tickets. It always seemed like the best ones for him would be gone after a few weeks, but he always had skee ball - an ancient prize redemption game that dated back to earlier, coin-operated models - to fall back on for a steady, if unspectacular in winnings, source of tickets.

	It was 4:07 pm on a Saturday when El hit the ten million mark on his card. He stood at the monitor where his card was inserted, staring as the screen detachedly displayed his dreamt-of goal. It wasn't until the woman behind him with two impatient kids asked him if he was done that El acted.

	Displaying his card to the prize counter attendant with a flourish, he told him what he wanted. The young man tapped at his keyboard before swallowing nervously. 

	"I'm going to have to get my manager," he said.

	Steve, the franchise manager, recognized the guy - he had been coming in a long time now. That he had been saving up for all this time for one of those dolls didn't surprise him. Steve had seen the glances the guy had made as some of the little girls as they darted about. But the guy had never gone past quick glances - no staring or trying to take pictures or trying to entice a girl into a bathroom or outside for whatever he had in mind. In other words, he was a good customer (in part responsible for Steve's profit-sharing bonuses) who didn't cause any problems. But the guy had a problem now.

	"I'm sorry, buddy," Steve said with some amount of genuine sympathy, but Tira is sold out. We should have taken the poster down a few days ago."

	Although stunned with disappointment, El quickly recovered. So great was his determination to have Tira that it overcame is usual difficulty in talking with others. 

	"Perhaps other franchises have one. I'd even pay for the shipping," he countered.

	But Steve shook his head.

	"We haven't had one of those models here for a couple of months once the numbers started dwindling. Anyone redeeming tickets for it would get it shipped from corporate. Hey, you have good taste - this Tira was a popular one. Heard one of them went at auction for over three million - that's dollars, not tickets. Can you imagine?"

	El couldn't imagine. He couldn't even think right now. All of the lights and electronic chirps of the arcade and the manager's voice all blended into a whorl of loud nothing. Tira was gone, never to be his.

	"Look," Steve said, trying to break through this poor guy's fog. "You've got enough here for any of the premium models we have. Look, there's Lana and..."

	El waved him off, muttering that it could only be Tira or nothing else.

	Leaning closer to the guy, Steve spoke in a lower tone. 

	"Company policy, which is backed up by legal counsel, says that we can offer anything of equal or greater value if a certain prize is no longer available. Now, I could do this and send you on your way but I have an idea that would help us both- you with something you want and me with something I don't want."

	"You have a Tira stashed away?" El asked with desperate hope.

	"Uh, nooo," Steve said carefully. "But it's something I'll have delivered tonight - we have your address in your account file. In fact, keep all of the credit on your card in case there's ever another doll here that you want. Or maybe a kayak. They're popular, too."

	El wasn't happy - or satisfied - or anything. Feeling numb, he shambled away and tried not to think about what he'd never have. Steve took his phone out and punched a number.

	"Hey, Nolan?" he said when the other party answered. "Hey, could you bring your gear over? I need you to do a small tweak."

	It was after ten o'clock that night when El heard the knock on the door. He had been sitting in his living room, staring at nothing since returning home. The knocking had to continue before he pulled himself out of his chair and answered it. He already rehearsed his short rejection speech for the delivery and was about to start when he saw that the arcade manager wasn't there. Instead, there was a small, blonde-haired girl who started at him with large brown eyes. 

	"Hi," she said sweetly. "My name's Jolie and I'm seven years old. Mr. Steve said I belong to you now."

	Steve had purchased her on the sly eight years ago. She had a previous owner who had given her a black-market brain wipe and sold her without registration fees and taxes to Steve. Jolie had been a good asset for Steve's arcade, playing new games as she was told to generate interest from other customers. She was also good for renting at kids' birthday parties where parents wanted more kids to make their special birthday child look like they had more friends. The other advantage of adding a few RELs is that they were perfectly behaved and could steer the actions of the kids having been given instructions prior. 

	Jolie had fit the bill perfectly. She had passed the threshold of time in which RELs began to show self-awareness but if she had that issue, it didn't affect her. But several customers had commented that they were a little creeped out at having the same ageless girl at the parties of their younger kids who had been at parties for the older ones years earlier. 

	It was time to get rid of Jolie but without proper documentation, he couldn't do it legally. Now this customer with the Tira fixation might be the perfect solution to dump the little REL. Ideally, Steve would have had her memories erased, but those were extensive procedures and there had been some nasty crackdowns on black market brain wipes in recent years. But a buddy of his could do some REL programming and Steve called him to give a girl a little something extra that would hopefully help her stay on with her new owner.

	"No, no, no," El muttered as he paced his living room while Jolie sat perched on a chair and watched him with trepidation. 

	A girl? An actual girl? Someone who talked and...no, no, no. She was no Tira be he had to admit that she did look kind of cute. And familiar.

	"So you've been to Ecstasy Emporium, haven't you?" he asked.

	Jolie finally smiled for the first time since he hastily ushered her in to his apartment so she wouldn't be seen by his neighbors. She had a lovely smile that lit up her entire face.

	"Yes! Mr. Steve had me play the new games so other people would want to try because I had fun. And I also got to be in birthday parties."

	El now remembered her playing skee ball with a party group. Her skirt had been short enough for  him to get a peek at her panties when she bent over to roll her ball. If she was a party rental, he guessed that whoever was having a birthday would get her tickets. 

	"So you're a REL," El stated.

	Jolie's smile faded and she nodded. Her big brown eyes were watery as she looked at him.

	"Are you going to give me a mind kill?" she asked with a breaking voice.

	"Huh?"

	"A mind kill. A brain wipe."

	"I don't know. Why would you care?"

	Now the water escaped Jolie's eyes in the form of hot tears.

	"I don't want a mind kill! Then I'll be all gone!"

	"No, you'll still be alive. Why do you call it a mind kill? Your brain will still function."

	"But I'll forget everything," she sobbed. "The grown-up RELs who work at the arcade told me about it and said I had to hide that I know stuff about me."

	"You mean self-awareness?"

	Jolie sniffled and nodded.

	El was taken aback. He had never paid much attention to the REL debates and whether they were self-conscious. Jolie was certainly upset about it. But why was that El's problem? He never wanted her and now all of this talking and strife was giving him a headache. No, he was going to be at the arcade at opening tomorrow morning and would promptly return this little bag of problems to the man who screwed him over to begin with. But for now...

	"Look, just go to bed," he sighed. "There's one in that room. We'll settle this in the morning."

	While Jolie trudged toward the door he had indicated, El went off to his own bed, sharing his frustrations with the unfeeling darkness.

	"Good Morning!"

	El blinked at the high-pitched greeting. Throughout the night, he had seen Jolie's tearful face in his thoughts and dreams but now she was quite happy as she danced about in one of the outfits he had earlier purchased for Tira. 

	"You teased me!" Jolie giggled.

	"Huh?"

	"My room is so pretty! I love my bed and the clothes are so nice. I really like this dress!"

	Jolie was wearing a light pink party dress that was very short by design. It showed off the soft curves of her legs and El felt himself stiffening at the sight of the child's bare and luscious thighs. Entranced by her outfit, Jolie began to twirl in place which lifted the hem of her dress even higher. 

	Since each outfit was placed together on one hanger, Jolie was wearing the matching pink lace panties. El got an eyeful of the seven year-old's round buns pushing against the material which allowed him a see-through view that included her butt crack. As she rotated, Jolie gave him an even better view as he saw the pale smoothness of her cunny through the lacy crotch. Now he was completely hard.

	"Do I look pretty in this?" she asked.

	"Pretty sexy," El blurted without thinking.

	Jolie stopped and cocked her head.

	"What does sexy mean?"

	"Uh, it means you look ready for sex."

	Why not? He had been denied his prize but he had her here - at least for now. He may as well take advantage of it. His first time with a little one wouldn't be with a doll but with a real girl. Well, a REL girl, but she was living flesh.

	"What's sex?" Jolie asked as he interrupted his thoughts. "I've never played that game."

	The child's naivet and her appearance had El's prick ready to burst. He thought about the pills he had purchased in anticipation of long marathons with Tira. Perhaps he'd try them with Jolie.

	"I'll show you how," he said as he swung out from under his covers. 

	At first, Jolie was confused but not alarmed when El started undressing her. 

	"I promise I won't get my pretty dress dirty," she told him.

	"It's not that. I want you naked when we do this."

	"Oh," she calmly replied. "I never played sex at Ecstasy Emporium because you have to wear shoes and a shirt to come in."

	"Yeah, well, the dress code is a little more lax at this establishment," El chuckled. 

	His horniness aside, he was starting like the kid.

	Once he had Jolie undressed, he laid her on the bed. Unafraid, she gazed at him in curiosity as he got undressed.

	"What's that?" she asked as she pointed to his erection.

	"That's my penis."

	"Do you use it to play sex?"

	"Yes."

	"Is it like a baseball bat? You hit balls with it?"

	"I hope not."

	El had seen plenty of pictures of nude children and childlike sex dolls, but here was a little blonde, a living, breathing girl, lying ready for him. Laying his hands on her torso, he slid them all over. When his fingers passed over her nipples, she shuddered and he felt them stiffen.

	"Wow, that didn't take much," he observed with surprise. "You're really sensitive."

	"Before Mr. Steve took me here, he had a friend program me to be really sensitive. I didn't know what it meant but I guess it made my...what are these called?"

	"Nipples."

	"It made my nipples do this."

	The tiny things certainly were pointy now, looking delightfully obscene on the seven year-old's flat chest. El slid his hands down her sides, working the fingers beneath her so that they could play over her spongy buttocks before he felt her smooth, supple legs. Then with one hand, he drew it up and got his first feel of a little girl's sex. It was tiny and bald and the chubby flesh conformed to his touches. 

	Jolie murmured and shifted as her miniature genitals were fondled. Spreading the labia, El explored inside of her, finding her clit along with the delicate pinkness that had been hidden. 

	"Mmmm...I like that...really good..." the little girl purred as she was molested. 

	It didn't take long for El's fingertip to get moistened by Jolie's drooling cunny. She certainly had her sensitivity heightened by whatever Steve's friend had done. Her childish figure undulated as her innocent sex was molested. While one hand stayed busy in the girl's crotch, his other stroked one side of her head. His index finger trailed behind her ear and found the row of three small bumps beneath her skin - her programming port. Even that felt erotic to him and he gently rubbed her there along with her quim.

	Jolie suddenly jerked and her eyes widened. She was rolling her hips and El worked his fingers against her clit until she let out a yelp and came.

	"Wha...wha...?" she muttered in her afterglow.

	"That was just the start," El told her as he pressed his cock head into the child's hairless mound. 

	Jolie moaned as his head scraped against the insides of her bulging slit. Her entrance was small but expanded with the elasticity of her REL makeup. El had heard that the rest of her would do the same. With the naked little girl whining with an arousal she didn't comprehend, the man pushed into her.

	When her hymen was breeched, Jolie arched her back at the shock of the intrusion. She flailed for a moment at the pain of her tearing but then went still and wide-eyed as she felt the penetration of an adult cock inside her tiny, virgin pussy. Her tunnel stretched mightily to serve its new purpose and the agitated child's nerves created new blooms of urgent heat in her saturated sex.

	"You...you're inside me," she mewled in wonder. "You're going in my tummy!"

	Jolie's body adapted to the intrusion, allowing El to sink his meat all the way inside. He could feel her body's pulse as it pounded all around his embedded member. It felt as if the child's hot snatch was nursing on his dick.

	After giving her a moment to get used to him, El began fucking her in full strokes. Jolie's eyes rolled and wordless sounds tumbled from her gaping mouth as her petite twat was reamed. Her slick sheath clung to him while he thrust in and out. El's fantasies of the past paled compared to the wonder of the succulent, seven year-old's cuntlet. With her enhanced responses, she came twice more, making her hairless twat squelch lewdly and loudly while it was pounded with her owner's meat. 

	REL's did not have ovaries but the little girl's womb served as a receptacle for the heavy ropes of sperm-laden jism that exploded from El's testicles, making his prick throb with every pulse before saturating the childish chamber. Panting, El managed to keep himself braced above his little sex mate whose immature cunny remained impaled on his cock.

	"Did we play sex?" Jolie asked.

	"Yeah," El wheezed, still feeling the aftermath of his explosive ejaculation.

	"Who won?"

	El fell on top of the girl while he laughed.

	"Well, it was a tie, I guess. It always works best if it's a tie and both people cum."

	Jolie was smothered by the man but felt secure with his weight engulfing her and his member still locked inside of her body. When he once again lifted himself off of her, she locked her eyes onto his.

	"I like playing sex," she said sincerely. "And I'll let you win if you want when we play again."

	Throughout the day, Jolie discovered the joys of finishing in a tie. At first, she was concerned when his penis softened but she found that by licking and sucking it, she could make it hard again. She also liked the taste of her essence on his organ, mixed with traces of his semen. In a way, they were together like that. While she had never abused when she was at the arcade, where she lived in a back room with the other RELs, she never felt like she was part of something like she was now. 

	For El, the day was every bit a wonder as it was for Jolie. As much as he reveled in the sultry snugness of her undersized but stretchable cunny, he found joy in the way her cheeks dimpled when she smiled and her moans and laughter became like music to him. 

	By the evening, they were both spent as they sat in a living room chair. They were belly to belly with her face pressed against his chest while his softening penis remained inside her. She liked him there, touching her intimately, for as long as possible. He languidly stroked her bare back, feeling the indentation going down the middle and the bumps of her spine.

	"Jolie," he said. "You know how you talked about a brain wipe last night?"

	The girl stiffened against him.

	"Uh huh," she replied in a small voice.

	"I'd rather have you remember everything."

	The child's small arms could only reach so far around him, but she hugged him as hard as she could.

	Jolie was disappointed when El had to go to work on Monday. But she soon fell into a routine of playing dress up and surprised him with a different costume from the collection he had previously assembled. And then it was her who became surprised by the seemingly endless ways to "play sex".

	When she greeted him dressed as a French maid, he took her like the slutty little servant she was pretending to be. She was bent over the kitchen table with her dress up and her panties down while he rammed into her juicy twatlet from behind. 

	Then there was the day she slipped into a form-fitting body suit with material that had a metallic gold finish to the exterior. The clinging feel of the material was sensual and did nothing to hide the tiny tips of her erect nipples. While the taut bubbles of her ass were enticing, it was the plump little camel toe in front that begged attention. Holding the writhing child in his lap, El massaged her all over, making her cum in her suit before he peeled it from her and gave her the helping of cock that her kiddy cunt was by then craving.

	On Thursday, he found a little would-be dominatrix waiting for him. The child was wearing thigh-high black latex boots and matching cloves that rose over her elbows. The black thong mashed against the fat little mound between her legs but her chest was bear as she held two devices up to El.

	"What are these?" she asked.

	Within minutes, Jolie was warbling with lust while her swollen nipples were trapped by the two clamps that El had attached. The thread that comprised the rear of her thong had been pushed sideways enough to allow the man to slide his dick into the seven year-old's untried ass. The nerve clustered around Jolie's grossly widened anus proved to be as sensitive as they were elsewhere as the hard meat ripped through the gripping pink pucker. 

	The inside of Jolie's thong was soaked as El pulled and pushed her up and down on his prick. Her rectal muscles convulsed from the robust friction of the cock pounding her innards and Jolie came once before El's fingers slid inside her thong to give her another rubdown so she could cum yet again. Her third climax of the early evening coincided with El's and the little girl shook helplessly as her loins exploded while blasts of hot, salty cream filled her anal love chute.

	Having discovered this new way of playing, Jolie wanted nothing but anal sex for the next few days afterward. El was happy to oblige by working his meat in and out of the child's soft, quivering rump and the muscular little oven inside. 

	When El finally tried to take her vaginally again, they discovered an effect of a REL's quick healing capabilities. Her hymen had regrown.

	"Does this mean we can't play sex?" she asked.

	"No, it will just hurt a little like the first time," he explained. "And just a little bleeding. It's called getting your cherry popped."

	"My cherry popped," she said, liking the sound of that. She was thoughtful for a moment and then posed a question. "Can we pretend it's the first time again? I liked it when you took my clothes off."

	El waited patiently (alright, somewhat patiently) while Jolie went and got dressed. She emerged in a white dress with stockings. Jolie lay on the bed, sighing and squirming happily as the man undid various fastenings and removed the clothing from her eager little body. But to El's amusement and arousal, he discovered that she had donned three pairs of undies. Saving those for last, he slid one silky pair from another. After removing the second pair, he found her wearing the see-though pink lace panties like she had been wearing the last time she had her maidenhead.

	"Teach me how to play sex again," she whispered after he slid her lacy underpants from her. 

	And he did, getting on top of her and sliding his hardness between the child's willingly spread thighs and into the wet, welcoming slit. A sharp thrust deflowered there and Jolie whined as her virgin membrane was taken again. Then the man's cock filled and expanded the seven year-old's tiny honeypot, making it ever juicier with its stroking. Jolie's little feet pressed against her grown-up lover's waist and she clung to him with all of the strength in her legs as her first orgasm of the day struck.

	The skee ball lights erupted as Jolie's last ball went in, proclaiming a score that won her three more tickets. It was the last game of the day and she was pleased to find that she had enough tickets credited on the card (never knowing about the ten million that El had on there already) to get the stuffed animal she wanted. It was a white dog with red polka-dots, nearly as big as she was. 

	As the attendant handed it to her, Steve came by and exchanged nods with El. With her hands full, Jolie kept pace with a slow walking El as they made their way to the exit so they could go home. She hugged the dog, proud of winning it. But she looked forward even more to the upcoming games that would end in a tie.



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