The Refugee

The fighting had reached the city outskirts, and we had fled to the safety of the underground shelter. News had started to spread those countries friendly to us had started offering refugees safe haven for the duration of the war.

My name is Nataliya and I am 18 years old, I was working as a lesbian escort before the war but now my business has ground to a halt. All the women with money have fled and the standard of life I was looking for has withered away. My family disowned me when I first started this lifestyle, so I have no idea if any of them are still alive.

I reach out for a leaflet offering placements with English families and I realize that this is a chance for me to relocate and start my business in another country. I know I am beautiful with my pale skin and long blonde hair, men flock around me and want to own me, but they have no idea that I live for pussy. I long to taste it and be tasted and a new country offers me an opportunity to grow my business.

I fill in the form saying I am orphaned and homeless and I can see extra ticks and stamps being placed on my application. I think events will run fast now, people are grabbing what they possess and heading for the train station, and I am encouraged to go with them. I watch the city fall away behind me and close my eyes. When I wake people are disembarking and
when it is my turn an elderly woman approaches me with a form. She gave me some paperwork which I shoved into my jacket pocket.

"Hello Nataliya, We have managed to get you situated with an English family. Because of your language skills, you are to board that train, and they will be waiting on the other side. I hope this war does not go on too long, but you will be safe until it is time to return."
"Thank you." I dismiss her as my thoughts turn to my new home. I have a base from which to restart my business. This should be a good opportunity for me. I grab my suitcase and head for the train. I change clothes in the toilet to look poor so ruffle a blouse until it's creased and slip on workout yoga pants.

Several hours later the train arrived at the station, I had no idea who the family was but as I looked out the window a girl woman waved at me, she was maybe a year younger than me and stood with her parents who also waved, he does not interest me at all although he is well built and early 40's and might be fun, but it is the wife who attracts my attention, she is so beautiful I feel my heart soar. With her as my partner, my life would be fantastic.

The train pulls to a stop and people start getting off, I open my case and take out almost everything, shoving them under the seats, anywhere that they can’t be identified as mine. I am going to look pitiful in their eyes and that will allow me to burrow my way into the family. I am so excited I want to sing but I know I have to look sad for now until they think they have produced the change in me.

I walk slowly at the end of the departing passengers so that by the time I arrive at the gate they are the last family waiting. We all stand looking and waiting and I know I must not stare at the wife too much, she cannot realize yet that she is going to be my lover, and I, her lesbian mentor.
Her beautiful daughter will be one of my escorts. None of this can be conveyed, their guard is down I look so pitiful.

"Let me take your case, Nataliya." The husband steps forward and because he is expecting the case to be heavy it almost flies into the air like a balloon. "This is very light."
"I had to run quickly, the soldiers were at the end of the street, they did things to young women." I leave the rest unsaid; they are intelligent and follow the news I expect.
I saw the father's protectiveness come out; it would have been sweet if my interest was not in the woman standing beside him.
"You are safe now Nataliya. We are going to take you home and you will stay with us until the end of this war."
Her voice was gentle and caring, I wondered what it would sound like when she was coming on my fingers.
"We will be best friends." The daughter says smiling and I smile back shyly.
I expect within a week to have my tongue in her panties. She would make an ideal escort once I can establish a business.
"You are all so kind, I want to cry," I say and I see tears come to the mother’s eyes, the father is also emotional although I have noticed his eyes all over me.
"Let us go and get you settled." The wife slips her arm around me, and we all walk to the car. I slip my arm around her. She will get used to my tactile nature as my hand presses against her.

The journey is not long and the daughter introduces herself as Jenna, her parents say to call them Clive and Heather. I portray a shy persona; it endears me more to them. My mind is already racing ahead to having both the females and how to present myself to him so that he doesn’t get suspicious as I seduce and corrupt his family.

They show me to my room, it is pretty and I realize they are wealthy, I will have to change my approach to him in case I want his money. It won’t be the end of the world if I must fuck him, I have fucked guys before, I just imagine it is their wives using a toy and I can enjoy the experience.

"We hope you’re going to settle here and have a good life until you can return," Heather says to me, and I throw myself into her arms and cry. They must all get used to seeing me in Heather's arms, I will be spending a long time there.
"My room is just next door, we will have a cool time." Jenna chips in, she sounds like a simpleton, but I realize it is the way a lot of young girls speak. I will show her what is cool when we are under her duvet.
I can sense Clive watching me, judging me, lusting after me. Seeing me in his wife's arms will play on his fantasies and keep him sweet. I will have to get him onside quickly so that lustful thoughts replace common sense.
I allow them to console me and smile a thank you.
"Nataliya I am sorry to bring this up, but your case is very light, I think we need to get you some clothes." Heather is all concerned and a genuine hint of a smile encourages me to smile.
I open my case, inside are two pairs of panties, a bra, a pair of jeans, and a T-shirt. The rest I had thrown away.
"Everything was in a rush, a girl my age went to get more clothes, and she was taken by the soldiers. I was scared and ran with what I had." It wasn't the truth, but it was the truth for a lot, so I had no problem telling it.
"Well tomorrow, you girls are going shopping and using my card, no arguments." Jenna gave a cheer and Heather looked at him as if he had ridden in on a white horse. I just saw it as male ego, but it would be a chance to have them both in the vicinity of lingerie without his
presence. It was going to be a nice day.
"Thank you, you are all very kind to me, I don’t know how I can repay you." I glanced shyly at the floor and once again all three of them made sympathetic noises of kindness.
"You can borrow some of my stuff." Jenna enthused. "Come and have a look."
I laughed as if I had been won over but this was going to be my first chance alone with her and I was going to have some fun.
I follow Jenna into her room trying not to stare at her body too hard as her parents are watching, but the door is soon closed and now she is alone with me, innocent and friendly, with no idea of the huge amount of women I have seduced and fucked. She is wearing tight jeans and a long blue drop-shoulder cotton shirt that reaches down past her butt. The positive in that is she is only wearing a bra underneath, and my fingers will make light work of those seven buttons, four if I only count the ones fastened.
"Well, first we have to get you some clothes for the daytime." She started.
"Oh boring." I laugh, seeing her mouth form an O in shock before she laughs too.
"Let me see what nightwear you wear, I love sexy nightwear."
"Do you? Well, I have some silk nighties." She shows me a black one that reaches past the knee.
"I prefer short, but this is beautiful." As I hold it against myself to allow her to visualize me in it.
"They would go mad if I wore anything short."
"What if I pick a few extras when we shop and we share? They won’t say anything if we both do."
"Wow, that would be cool. We are going to be such good friends, Nataliya, I love your name. It sounds so cool."
"I love yours, Jenna, it sounds sexy."
"Does it? I thought it was just ok."
"Don’t ever think that, wait until you see the new Jenna tomorrow in your black short nighty, you will agree then."
Jenna burst into laughter, and I laughed with her. She was already bonding with me, soon she would be falling for me, and then she would be my plaything.
"What about sexy undies, we need plenty of those, do you have any?"
"Not really, I have these." She walked over and pulled open a drawer.
"Oh sweet, can I borrow that cream set, they are perfect as I held them up for her to see,"
She blushed and I knew we were going to be lovers very soon.
"Yes if you want, we will buy loads tomorrow."
"Yes, and I can buy it for you so they don’t moan at you."

When I was a child my father was a street hypnotist. He would amuse the public by making them walk like chickens, and he told me he could put someone in a trance within 5 seconds. he loved to show me his tricks and routines and I was like a sponge soaking them all up. By the time I was a teenager, I was hypnotizing my girlfriends and enjoying special time with them, as I enjoyed special time with her. As my father taught me the skill was in setting the mindset so that the victim followed. The difference between us was that he would ask for volunteers, and I would choose for taste.

The conscious mind wants to keep you safe and protect you from outside influences so an instant induction bypassed her ability to work out what was going on, robbing her of the chance to analyze and dissect and resist.
The first stage is to get them to concentrate on you, their gaze has to be on you. When we had gone into her room, I had shut the door to eliminate interference and keep the noise within. Once we had discussed clothing I started preparing her.
"I am so glad we are going to be friends Jenna. I have no one in this world since my family were killed."
"Nataliya, I will be your friend I promise."
I had eyes on me and kept mine on her, sitting down on the edge of her bed.
She sat beside me turning towards me, safe in her environment.
"Thank you, Jenna, I will be the most loyal friend you ever have, I promise you." I kept my eyes on hers, slowly lowering the tone of my voice as I spoke to her.
The second stage is to test their compliance.
"Let me take your hand." and I gently held her hand in mine.  I needed to let her relax fully, all the time keeping her eyes on me.
"I am so lucky to have such a beautiful friend as you, you have such a kind personality and I find you so relaxing, you help me relax and not be upset. When I am with you, I only have to look at your beautiful eyes and I feel myself relaxing. thank you, Jenna."
I was using keywords in my sentences whilst maintaining eye contact, her eyes were locked on mine, my voice had lowered as I spoke and she was now accepting the induction.
I had to draw her down deeper. I continued to speak slowly while rubbing my thumb gently on her wrist, using a Chinese acupressure technique called the Buddha's triangle to remove her anxiety and stress, it all helped to deepen her relaxed state.
"I feel so relaxed now with you, I can let the upsetting moments go. Happy to hold your hand and feel relaxed, let all my worries go, just feel contentment, peace, and relaxed, so relaxed I can feel my eyes wanting to shut, wanting to dive into the deep black relaxing sea of sleep, so relaxed and ready to dive. SLEEP."