Returning to a crime scene.

When I got back from the landlord, Miriam's door had been smashed in. Her apartment was a mess, belongings strewn all over the floor and a fist-shaped dent in the wall.

I hurried to unlock the door to my apartment, only to find it dark and empty, a pan of uncooked food forgotten on the stove.

"Hello? Miriam, where are you?" I yelled.

"In here," came her timid, yet extremely relieved voice. After some scraping, the door to my bedroom opened.

I rushed in, noticing the dresser shoved in front of the door. "Miri, what's going on? Are you alright?"

The little woman sobbed in my arms as she told me what had happened. Apparently she had just started to make dinner when her ex showed up, intent on making her his again now that her loss of rights rendered the restraining order she had filed against him void. When he found her apartment empty, he flew into a rage and trashed the place. His shouting had alerted Miriam, who turned the stove off and hid in the bedroom. He had stormed off after a while, but she'd been too scared to leave the bedroom and barricaded it instead.

The first thing I felt was sympathy for Miriam. We had talked about her ex before, he was a posessive and violent man who had treated her like a punching bag for years. He'd track her down every time she tried to leave him, and she only got away for good when the police got involved. But her recent change in status let me see his actions in a different light. He was just ahead of the curve in figuring out that she wasn't a real person. Kudos to him for being so fast on the uptake, right?

However, the strongest emotion I felt was anger. She didn't belong to him anymore. How dare he show up like that, trying to take what wasn't his, and frightening my property?

I would have to look into ways to prevent Miriam from being stolen, I realized. Obviously anyone who took her out of my apartment would be guilty of breaking and entering, but would that bring her back to me? While it was clear that she was now a thing to be owned, there were no actual laws to that matter yet. Would "finders keepers" apply? It's not like I had any paperwork for her.

But those were thoughts for later. Right now, I had to assess the damage her ex's appearance had done to Miriam's training and finish making dinner.

It turned out I needn't have worried. It took a lot of comforting pats and soft speaking to get Miriam to stop calm down enough to leave the bedroom, and she acted skittish for most of the evening, startled by every unexpected sound. But rather than making her harder to control, the fear only drove her closer to me. She had nobody else to reach out to, and while my discipline had hurt her I had been gentle with her as well, something she was not used to from a lover.

When it was time for bed I simply got naked and slipped under the covers. Miriam looked like a lost child when I didn't give her any orders, but after a few seconds she went to the bedroom door to reassure herself that it was locked. Then she dropped her apron, took off her bra and panties, and crawled in next to me.

Huddling in close, Miriam pressed herself against my side and I draped my arm around her shoulders. After I kissed her on the forehead and told her that I wasn't going to let anyone take her away from me, she fell into a fitful sleep.

The next day Miriam felt a lot better, but I was concerned that her ex might return in my absence. I told Miriam that she would have to come to college with me, warning her that I expected her to be on her best behavior.

Miriam practically flung herself to her knees in front of me, promising that she wouldn't leave my side for a moment. Then she started pawing at my jeans and begged for a chance to show she could be a good girl for me.

Intrigued by this development, I helped her with my pants and reminded her that we had to get going soon or I'd be late. Miriam didn't waste a second on a response before engulfing my cock. She skullfucked herself with little regard for her own comfort, her only goal was was to empty her protector's balls. She slammed her head toward my crotch again and again, drool flowing past her stretched lips as she made herself gag.

She couldn't quite get my cock into her throat, but not for lack of trying. She'd keep pulling off me in a fit of coughs, only to get right back to it as soon as she had caught her breath. I was glad to see the effort Miriam was putting into this blowjob, but the repeated interruptions this caused were less than ideal. After the fourth time I simply grabbed her head and took over, rapidly thrusting half my length in and out of her mouth without trying to push in deeper.

I didn't hold back when I felt my orgasm approach, I started thrusting even faster for a minute and then held her still as I flooded her mouth with a loud groan. Miriam tried to swallow, but it shot out faster than she could choke it down and a lot of it spewed out of her mouth and nose.

When I pulled out Miriam gasped for air and stared up at me with teary eyes, her face smeared with cum. The pout I recieved for laughing was adorable, but I made up for it by helping her to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I also stopped by her apartment to retrieve some cosmetics so she could make herself look pretty. Then I ushered her to my car and took her to college.

Miriam was a hit. I had her sit on my lap during lectures, and showed her off between classes. Everyone wanted to know about her, how the TRAP worked, how I had gotten her... to my relief nobody challenged my ownership of her, either they respected my claim her or they just couldn't put up an argument against it when they knew as little about the rules as I did.

But that's not to say nobody tried to get in on the action. Many of the guys bugged me about giving them a turn with her or passing her around. Miriam flinched into me when some of them groped her right in front of me, her face a mask of horror at their suggestion of buying her off me. As if any of them had the kind of money to make me part with my prize, even if they pooled their funds.

Shutting them down curtly, I lead Miriam over to a group of girls I knew. She responded to their admiring coos and gentle touches more placidly, but always kept an eye on me to make sure I wouldn't take my hand off her shoulder. That's when I realized I needed to pee.

"Excuse us, I have to use the bathroom." I said as I pulled Miriam away from the giggling group.

"You can leave her here with us, we'll watch her for you," Janet assured me with a big smile.