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A rich businessman kidnaps young orphans from the streets and gives them a fresh start. Email is Elaine.w@cwcom.net comments are always welcome.

 

Joy, Julie and Jennifer                     by: Elaine

 

I open the rear door to the large sunlit apartment to find Joy and Julie sitting having afternoon coffee. As they have done so many times in the past they automatically rise quite gracefully and greet me with instant affection.

"Hi Daddy," whispered Julie with a Hispanic sounding accent that gives an idea of their past. They both call me Daddy though I am more than that of course. I'm responsible for rescuing them from the squalor of life in the streets of Rio de Janeiro.

Then they were both unloved orphans of 12 and 14 and now nearly four years on they're US citizens formally adopted by me and living in a modern 3 bedroom apartment in New York.

Julie kisses me on the lips with passion, her red lipstick leaves a mark on my lips and that is followed by Joy's more sophisticated plum shade. Both girls always greet me like that, perhaps its part of their training or perhaps that they love me for rescuing them.

"Oh Daddy, we missed you so much," said Joy her false eyelashes beating furiously and "yes where have you been," joined Julie her long hair framing her face in curls.

"Oh busy, you know the usual taking care of business," I said referring to my engineering business that did great trade with South America. One on each arm we walked into the lounge and to Julie I added, "I've been back to Brazil too."

"To Rio?" Asked Joy suddenly very happy.

"Yes baby, if you go to the back seat of the car, you'll find some things bring them all inside," I replied.

Quickly she returned with boxes of lingerie and dresses, shoes and hats, the works in the fashion stakes for my girls. As expected there are lots of oohs and aahs as they look at the items. I know their sizes off by heart and despite their ages they really could be twins now.

Unable to resist the dress she picked up, Joy the oldest gushes and giggles, " thank you Daddy."

"Yes thank you Daddy," repeated Julie eyeing a red lace bra that will look good on her amply engineered breasts.

"You're welcome Joy, come and give your old Dad another kiss."

She duly obliged but not as a daughter and more as a lover. She was eager to show her love for me. Her lips were wet and inviting and we kissed and kissed. There was never any jealousy between them and they both knew I loved them equally.

I felt her implants squash against my hard chest, her body curved and tucked in all the right places after years of deprivation in Brazil. Of course they both suffered badly over the years of neglect in their country. Abandoned orphans left to fend for themselves. No family, no regular meals. I suppose apart from their retained streetwise abilities they had when they left Rio they had changed greatly in all other respects.

Both were confident and beautiful women, a fact not lost on either on them. It was something they very slowly came to terms once the months of grime were washed off and the make-up that they always wore replaced it.

Even now I often wonder if they enjoy their new life, the clothes, the make-up the enhancements to their bodies. Of course those edifying changes were going to have to pay back my investment and that is what they did regularly with a whole stack of business clients.

My old friend Jim had just emailed me the day before to congratulate me, 'you know if you hadn't told me I would never have guessed, she was perfect. Julie is going to make someone a perfect wife one day. The pity is I'm married.' He wrote sincerely which was unlike Jim

Of course Jim would need to find some money to marry Julie or Joy. Roughly $500k would be the going rate. Jim didn’t have that kind of money.

I had thought of giving them jobs in my company but they were both unable to do the work. Lack of education and the culture shock of dressing as a sexy woman each day I suppose. In any event they do make a difference to my bottom line.

"I'll just be a moment," I said and stepped back outside. I opened the trunk of the car and let out my latest project. She was still bound and gagged of course but I couldn’t risk anyone hearing her cries and her escaping.

I surprised them both when we reappeared and introduced the new girl.

"Joy and Julie this is Jennifer, say hello to your new sister," I said looking at their faces. Jennifer looked on her gag cutting obscenely into her mouth. I removed it.

Still unable to speak any English, Jennifer would in time learn all about being my girl. To become a mistress and lover like Julie and Joy.

"How old is she?" Asked Joy rushing forward. "She has such short hair for a girl and look her nails are chipped and broken."

"She's just 13 and oh you'll soon fix that," I said as Jennifer stood not understanding a word of what we said. "She's just right, hasn’t started puberty yet and she's still a virgin."

"Oh yes just like us when we came here," laughed Joy in reply.

"Well look at how well you both have filled out," I laughed. All breasts and hips, beautiful long wavy hair too. We caught you both just at the right time. I know you haven't had it easy since you came here but I think you'll both agree staying in Brazil would have left you both dead by now."

She hugged me close, her massive breasts heaving and she kissed me passionately on the lips.

"Oh yes Daddy, I love my life now," she smiled. A warm loving smile. So unlike the past when she realised that she would never be the same again. No more skin and bone but smooth hairless skin and curves.

I cupped her breasts and then put my hand between her legs. She didn’t resist as I felt her smooth mound. Such a contrast now. She sighed but then she knew what to expect.

Julie smiled, "Me too Daddy Me too."

"Well then you both know what's in store for Jenny, just make her welcome and she will be a sister to you both real soon.

"Yes Daddy," they echoed as Jennifer looked on uncomprehending on what was to befall her.

Both Joy and Julie loved being women, soon Jennifer would too!

 

 



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