The New Order: Chapter 11 - Daddy Issues
by The Pediatrician
mg; mg+; mdom; gdom; tf; oral; anal; mast; bond; viol; caution
Her warm palm on my cock caused my second brain to stir, and I just couldn’t resist… Carefully I stiffened my middle finger, slipped it between her flat cheeks, and poked teasingly at her tiny little asshole. The Latina woke up with a tiny snort, smacked her lips, and raised her head slightly. “Mmm, g’morning, Master,” she said in a sleepy voice as she peered at me through her hair.
“Good morning to you,” I replied. I tilted my head down and gave her a kiss, and she responded to my buss with a light, gentle one of her own. At the same time, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft in her palm and began to slowly, gently stroke my throbbing rod. “When did you get here?” I asked.
“Sometime after midnight, I think,” she replied. She shifted again, threw one tiny, rail-thin leg over mine, and started to rub her little-girl pussy against my thigh. “It’s okay if I call you Master, right?” she asked as she woke up more fully. “Lam said it would be okay,” she explained, her voice containing just a hint of nervousness as she waited for my reply.
“What would be okay?” asked Rachel in a sleepy voice. She turned her head and gave my chest a kiss, and then perched her chin on one of my pecs as she too tried to blink the sleep out of her blue eyes.
“And good morning to you too,” I said with a tiny chuckle. I gave my little blonde lover a kiss, and she responded by pulling my free hand down to her backside. “Did you sleep well?” I asked.
“Uh huh.” Rachel murmured with a tiny smile and she wriggled happily as my fingers slid between her thighs and found her slit. “So what’s okay?” she asked again as I began to gently stroke her pussy.
“That…” Lillian looked doubtful for a moment as she debated with herself, and then her gaze grew determined as she decided to throw caution to the wind. “That I call Mike ‘Master.’ I talked it over with Lam, and she didn’t have a problem.”
“Ah.” Rachel was quiet for a second, except for a series of tiny waffles leaking out of her nostrils as she rolled her hips around my stroking fingers. “Will you be my Master too, Mikey?” she finally asked.
“Ah… sure, that’s fine.” How did I end up here? I wondered. Then all thoughts were driven from my mind as the girls started getting hotter. Rachel began to nuzzle one of my nipples as she squirmed and slid the edges of her cunny over my probing fingertips, and Lillian gave a tiny gasp as she hunched her back and pushed her asshole down on my middle finger to the first knuckle. It looked like I would have to focus all my attention on the logistics of fucking two tiny little horny sweethearts.
“One cock, two girls,” Rachel noted as she peered across my chest at Lillian.
“We’ve done it before,” the Latina noted with a grin. “You eat me out while Master nails you in the ass?” she suggested.
“Might be fun!” Rachel agreed.
“Don’t I get a say?” I asked – but in truth I was raging so high and hard that I didn’t care.
“Quiet, Master,” the President ‘ordered.’
“Let your sex slaves take care of you,” Rachel added.
It looked like it would be an athletic morning, but at the last minute I was saved from exertion… in a manner of speaking. A tiny knock sounded at the door, and before any of us could respond the portal opened and a tiny figure slipped in. “Good morning, Master,” Lam said as she entered the bedroom. At first my mind entertained notions that I’d have to satisfy three little darlings, and my eyes hungrily drank in the Asian girl’s outfit of a pair of tight white panties with a tiny pink bow just below her winking navel and a tiny little training bra barely covering her flat chest. However, it quickly became apparent that she was all business, as she hoisted a small medical bag with a tiny, girly grunt and hefted it onto the mattress. “Rachel, Lillian, I need you to stop for a bit,” she ordered. “I need to take some readings.”
“What?!? Why?” Lillian whined in outrage as she sat up, letting the sheet fall from her body and giving me a perfect view of her tiny, stiff, chocolate-brown nipples. “We were just getting started!” she added in a petulant tone.
“Yeah,” Rachel agreed as she glowered at the Asian girl. “Either join in or come back later!”
“No, girls, I think this is important,” I said slowly. I regretfully pulled my fingers from Rachel’s pussy and Lillian’s asshole as I scooched up the mattress and leaned against the headboard, peering critically at Lam as I readjusted my position. “Is it important?” I asked.
“Maybe.” Lam hopped up on the mattress, rummaged in her bag for a moment, and then crawled over to us with a pair of thermometers. “I was thinking that maybe… Maybe,” she emphasized as she knelt at my feet. “Maybe all the emotions that we females have been displaying over the past few days might be related to our transformations. I want to start a few tests to see if there are any physiologic markers that might indicate a reason for our... Uhm…” The doctor ground to a halt as she scrunched her face and tried to think of the proper words.
“General bitchiness?” Lillian offered.
“Slutty attitudes?” Rachel opined.
“All of the above?” I teased.
“Exactly… what Master said,” Lam replied.
“Well… okay,” I said in a dubious tone. “If you think it will help.”
“I think that it will, Master. Rachel, if you please…” As Rachel opened her mouth to object, Lam didn’t hesitate and simply stuck the thermometer in her mouth. “You as well, Lillian,” she added as she turned her attention to the President. For her part the Latina just looked annoyed, but she too opened her mouth and allowed Lam to slip the electronic reader beneath her tongue. “Now, just get comfortable and try not to move,” Lam ordered. She leaned back and pulled out a pair of clunky digital watches, and then strapped one on each of the girl’s slim wrists. “These will monitor heart rates, blood pressure, and other physiologic factors. What I need you to do is to sit perfectly still, and allow the devices to gain accurate readings.”
“What do you need from me?” I asked.
Lam pushed her bag to the edge of the mattress with one foot, and then turned back to me, a wicked grin crossing her face. “Why, I just need you to lay back and relax, Master,” she said as she crawled onto my legs. With a tug she pulled the sheet down from my waist and allowed my raging erection to jut free and high into the air, fully exposed to her hungry gaze. She reached and grasped my throbbing erection in both of her tiny hands. “I am going to gauge the production levels of spermatozoa in your testes by encouraging you to ejaculate,” she explained. As she lowered her face to my cock, she added, “And I’ll be measuring the volume with my mouth.”
As Rachel and Lillian looked outraged and made strangled noises of objection around their thermometers, Lam opened her lips and began to suckle the head of my cock as she began a steady, two-fisted pumping of my shaft. As for me, I simply enjoyed the sensations stemming from her talented tongue. But I did ignore her advice to relax, and wormed my fingers down to her hair to encourage her oral activities. Lam peered up at me and smiled, and then her eyes fluttered shut and she murmured in happiness as she wedged my cockhead between her lips. Between the pumping and the suckling I didn’t last long, and within minutes I growled as I shot hot, heavy jets of jism into the back of the little girl’s throat while she wriggled her panty-clad ass with pleasure. To her credit Lam was a trooper and she swallowed every drop – although I honestly don’t think she was truly measuring the volume of my sperm production, as none of my seed stayed in her mouth long enough for a reading.
A few minutes afterwards the watches on the girls’ wrists beeped, and I insisted that Lam atone for her cruel interruption of the girls’ plans by becoming our sex slave. A few quick twists of a training bra around a pair of slim wrists, a quick yank of a pair of panties from some narrow hips, and Lam was helpless to do more than lay there, writhing in sexual pain/pleasure, as the girls alternated squatting over her face while I tried to see how deep I could go inside her tight pre-teen pussy. The next hour was a blur of girlish moans and flesh-on-flesh slaps and my grunts and wet squishes as the three of us worked the doctor over. Rachel came twice from the attentions of the helpless Asian’s squirming tongue, Lillian came four times, and I shot at least two more loads into her painfully-stretched cunt. After an hour of abuse Lam was bathed in sweat, sported a few little red marks on her tanned flesh from pinching fingers, and actually had a bit of puff to her belly from the amount of spunk soaking into her womb. “That was pretty intense,” Rachel panted as she lay nude, her legs spread slightly to give me the perfect view of her slick, slightly swollen pussy lips. “And that’ll show Lammy not to get greedy!”
“Yeah, it was pretty hot,” Lillian agreed. She gave me a little kiss and then crawled toward the foot of the bed. “I want coffee, d’ya think there’s any made yet?”
But I wasn’t quite sure if Lam actually saw it as punishment or not. She was far too embarrassed to admit anything, but I believe the horny little girl came almost half a dozen times. “Have you learned your lesson, Lam?” I asked in a gravelly voice as I pulled the sticky, trembling, still bound little girl up beside me and nestled her in the crook of my arm.
“Y… Yes, Master,” she whimpered. She squirmed against me and nuzzled my collarbone as Rachel hopped off the mattress and headed toward the bathroom while Lillian pulled on a tee shirt to venture out in search of her morning stimulant. “Never interrupt you before you fuck one of your slaves.”
“Close enough.” I gave the little girl a kiss, one that she returned with gusto.
All in all, it wasn’t the worst way to start a day.
“Okay,” Lillian remarked. She got a distant look in her eyes as she furrowed her brow, tapping the end of her pen against her lips as she pondered the problem. From my perch on the back of the couch I could see the raven-haired girl cross her bare ankles and gently kick the carpet beneath her feet with her toes as she tried to order her thoughts in her head. “We’re going to need food and water.”
“Water doesn’t seem to be an issue,” Abby remarked. The tiny platinum blonde lounged in the chair next to the President, swinging her crossed legs forward and back and looking for all the world like the little girl she physically was.
“For now,” Meg interjected from the couch. “Remember, we’re way the fuck up in the air up here. In order to keep getting water, we need to make sure we’ve got power.” A corner of her mouth quirked up in amusement as she added, “Unless you’re planning to hump buckets up ten flights of stairs.”
We had gathered in the living room just after lunch at my prompting. After the impromptu domination of Lam (who continued to claim that she hadn’t asked for it, yet who also continued to sport a satisfied, well-fucked aura for several hours afterwards), Rachel, the doctor and I followed Lillian out to the kitchen in search of sustenance. Abby had evidently arisen earlier and had indeed made coffee, and as we ‘adults’ settled in to ‘wake up,’ we were joined by Paisley – who promptly made a face at the thought of ingesting the stinky, bitter drink and instead went straight for a bowl of sugar-infused, hyperactivity-inducing cereal. Lam took a mug and some cereal in to Meg, and the conversation was light as we tried to move beyond the chaos of the day before.
Still, it was evident that some things had changed. Most notably was the cold war between Rachel and Abby… all during breakfast the tiny platinum blonde made sure that I was aware of her presence, parading around in a pair of sheer, skin-tight bikini panties and a spaghetti-strap tank top that was practically glued to her slim torso, giving me little winks as she flirted with me – and though Rachel looked a little annoyed at the attention, she kept her mouth shut and let her rival do her thing unmolested. Paisley seemed almost shy and reserved whenever I caught her eye, staring at me for a moment before blushing and turning her gaze down to her bowl. Lillian almost ‘slipped up’ and called me Master twice before catching herself, while Lam seemed to alternate between slutty pre-teen sex-slave and clinical, detached medical professional. As for me, I tried to roll with all the punches, acting kind and caring and almost big-brotherly to the girls as they sorted out whatever was going on in both their heads and with each other.
After the dirty dishes were deposited in the sink, I got approval from Lam to move Meg, and so I transported the somewhat uncomfortable, no-longer-stoned redhead out to the couch in the living room. I was strong and insistent (and ignored the few little whines of distaste) when I herded everyone into one place, sat Lillian down at the dining room table with a pen and a whole lot of paper, and started the conversation to make plans for the future.
“That seems a bit extreme,” I said by way of reply. “So that means that we have to ensure the power stays on. Does anyone know anything about solar panels and batteries? Electrical engineering, or something like that?” At their blank looks and shakes of their heads, I sighed. “Okay, Lil, put that on the list as well,” I advised.
“Okay.” The Latina grabbed a second sheet of paper and jotted down some notes on the top.
“Why are you starting a new page?” Rachel asked.
“Organization,” Lillian replied. “This is stuff we need to gather,” she explained as she pointed at the first sheet. “This is for stuff we need to do. Other pages will have other tasks, and we can later sort them out by priority.” She glanced at us, noticed our stares of incredulity, and pouted a little bit. “Look, it’s like Mike said, we need to get organized,” she said a bit defensively. “I’m just trying to do that.”
“No, it’s fine,” I replied gently. I was seated on the back of the couch above Meg, situated so that I could see everyone just by turning my head. I thought for a second, and added, “Smart thinking.” As the Latina girl preened at my complement, I continued. “Okay, food, water, and power. And security,” I said as I leaned forward and pointed. Lillian dutifully wrote it down (starting a third page) and I elaborated. “We need to secure this floor, then the rest of this tower, and then the other two.”
“Can we build walls?” asked Abby. “If we’re going to secure this place, then we need walls.”
“What, like a fort?” asked Meg.
“Yeah.”
“With a bit of work, I think we can,” Meg replied. “I spotted some construction equipment at the intersection just up the road yesterday, so we could probably use that.”
“Right, but that’s going to be a bit further down the road,” I said, “no pun intended. Right now, we’ve gotta secure the buildings, and then we’ll worry about the rest of the grounds. Uhm… We need weapons. Does anyone know exactly what we’ve got?”
“Your shotgun, but there’s only five shells left,” Lillian replied without hesitation. “Meg’s Beretta, with two clips. A Colt SMG with four clips, but the bullets are interchangeable with the Beretta – maybe about one hundred fifty or so bullets between the two. Abby’s gun, but she’s only got ten bullets and I think they’re only .22 caliber so we need more of those.. And we’ve got some knives ‘n stuff in here.” She glanced up as we stared at her in astonishment, and actually blushed a bit as she ducked her gaze back down to her pages. “I like to keep lists in my head,” she added in a slightly embarrassed voice.
“I found a hunting rifle and a bow in 2106 when I was exploring earlier,” Abby interjected. “I left them there. Don’t know about ammunition, though.”
I made a face. “Okay, that goes on the list. What else?”
“Medicine and medical supplies,” Lam said.
“Clothing – a lot more for all of us, and seasonal stuff,” Rachel interjected.
“Cookies!” Paisley blurted from her seated position at my feet. “And ice cream!”
“If she gets cookies, then I get makeup,” Abby muttered.
“Yeah, I’m with you there,” Rachel added sotto voiced.
“Slow down!” Lillian was writing furiously, her hand a blur as she moved the pen across the paper and darting from sheet to sheet as she tried to keep the categories straight in her mind. “I’m writing as fast as I can!”
“All of that,” Meg said. “Except maybe not the girly stuff. But more importantly, we should look for freeze-dried food… like for camping. It’s been a couple of weeks, and the stuff that’s still out there won’t last much longer.”
“That is a good point,” Lam commented. The doctor was seated at the foot of Meg’s couch, keeping half an eye on her patient as the discussion ping-ponged its way around the room. “We are going to need proper nutrients in order to remain healthy.”
“Vitamins?” Meg asked.
“Probably, at least until we can find proper substitutes for fresh foods.”
“Okay, I think that’s a good start,” I said, ending the conversation before it spiraled out of control. “This is good, and I’m sure we’ll all be thinking of a lot more things over the next few weeks.” I was quiet for a second as I thought, and then mentally shrugged. “How’s this for a plan… This afternoon we secure the rest of this floor, and then we start moving our way down the tower, taking a couple of floors each day. We enter the apartments, scrounge what we could possibly use, toss out any spoiled or rotten stuff, and unplug any electronic things we find. By the time we get to the ground floor we should have a better idea on how to handle the rest of the things on the lists. Sound good?”
Meg looked at Lam for a minute, and then craned her neck to look at the other girls. “Sounds like as good a plan as any,” she said with a shrug.
“Yeah,” Lillian agreed in a weary voice. “We’ve got a lot of stuff we need to get done here, so we might as well get started.”
“Everything okay?” I asked.
The President smiled wanly. “It’s just that there’s a lot of stuff here,” she replied. “I’m getting tired just thinking about everything we’ve got to get done.”
“Well,” Lam noted, “we are trying to build a community here, with a standard of living as close to our previous ones as possible. That means we have to take a large number of steps and accomplish a large number of tasks in order to make that happen.”
“Mikey, can we do something soon?” Rachel asked. “Like, before the end of the week?”
“Probably, what?”
“We need to go to the mall. I know,” she quickly added with a wave of her hand as I opened my mouth to reply, “we’ve got like a million other important things to do. But really, I think that we need to get Abby ‘n Lil, ‘n Paisley outfitted as soon as possible. Like, clothes and stuff.”
“Is it that important?” I asked. I looked at the three girls, really looked closely – and realized that Rachel was probably right. Lillian was wearing a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt that was clearly too small on her, and while it was delightfully tight across her flat chest and exposed a nice, sexy strip of tummy-flesh above her waist it was also clear that they were meant to be worn by someone Meg’s size. Abby was wearing something that I’d seen on Rachel several times, while our little innocent brunette had been parading around in nothing more than old dress shirt someone had found in a closet, and as I glanced down at her she shifted slightly and the shirt rode up her thighs to dangerously-high levels. “Okay, it’s probably a good idea to get them something,” I acceded. “We’ll check out the place in a couple of days, and if it’s safe we’ll do a bit of shopping.”
“Thanks, Mikey,” Rachel replied with a smile.
“My pleasure. Okay, let’s get moving!” I hopped off the back of the couch and clapped my hands, trying to motivate the girls through a positive attitude and sheer force of will. “Let’s get cleaned up, and off we go! Today looks like a perfect day to start in on the apartments,” I added as I glanced at the sullen, gloomy skies outside, “so showers first, and then we’ll figure out the best way to start exploring.”
As the girls moved back towards the bathrooms, Lam gave Meg one last check while Abby sidled on over to me. “Mike, there’s something,” she said quietly.
“What’s up?” I asked.
The girl glanced at the hallway, and then pitched her voice lower. “It’s about Paisley,” she said quietly. “Last night, we messed around.”
“Everything go okay?” I asked.
“Yeah. But… Well, she was into it, even if she didn’t exactly know what she was doing. I think she was operating on pure instinct.” The wicked little blonde gave a tiny giggle of amusement. “She sure loved things going inside of her! But afterwards, all she could talk about was you.”
“Really?” Lam interjected.
“Not really all that surprising,” Meg added. “She’s had a little-girl woody for Mike ever since he rescued her.”
“Yeah, but this is different.” Abby furrowed her brow as she tried to figure out the exact words she wanted to use. “The way she was talking… I think she’s starting to think of you as her father, or older brother, or something like that.”
“What makes you say that?” I asked, curious.
“Well, for one thing, she wanted to know all about how boys and girls do stuff. Like, sex stuff.” She paused for a second, glanced over her shoulder, and leaned in even closer. “But mainly she was talking about family – y’know, like if it is weird for relatives to do sex stuff.”
“It is not too surprising,” Lam commented. The tiny girl sat back as a clinical look crossed her face. “Given her apparent mental age, it is only natural for her to regard an older male as both an authority figure and a relative. Add to that the physio-sexual nature of the transformation, and it is only natural for her immature mind to gravitate towards questions of incest – especially the taboo nature of it.”
I winced a bit. “Urgh,” I muttered. With a sigh I ran my fingers through my hair. “Is it going to be a problem?”
Meg snickered. “Unless you start calling her your daughter, and actually start believing it, probably not,” she quipped.
“Probably not,” Lam agreed in a more serious tone. “Naturally, she will have some confusion as to her relationship with you. But, if handled in a delicate and comfortable manner, she should be able to reconcile her feelings towards you with her apparent belief in your familial connection.”
“Great,” I grumped. “One more thing to worry about. Okay, let’s try to keep this on the down low, but let’s also start thinking of ways to handle this properly. I’m totally out to sea, here.”
“Well, don’t take too long,” Abby advised. “The way she was talking last night, it’s pretty clear that when she thinks of you, all she sees is a kind, protective, fatherly walking penis.”
“Isn’t that how we all see him?” Meg interjected with a wicked grin.
“You are not helping,” I said sternly but lightly down at her as I gave her forehead a little poke. To Lam I added, “Can’t we dope her up again?”
“I just thought you should know,” Abby said.
“Thanks for the warning,” I replied gratefully.
“Well, there is nothing that can be done about it now,” Lam opined. “But we should keep an eye on her, and try to determine a way to resolve her issues.”
We spent another few minutes talking about Meg and her recovery, and then I headed on back myself to get cleaned up. Things are getting complicated, I mused. Gotta figure out a way to handle this shit.
The steam from the shower fogged the upper half of the mirror as I pulled open the blinds. The bathroom was dim, lit only by the murky light leaking in through the window. I don’t know what exactly motivated me to leave the overhead light off… probably some combination of our planning conversation wedded to the knowledge that things such as light bulbs were going to become a precious commodity very soon. I even felt a twinge in the base of my skull at the thought of letting the water flow from the showerhead, and even the idea of a shower felt like a luxury we could ill afford to indulge – but between the previous evening’s exertions, a night’s sleep, and an hour-long session with Lam, Rachel, and Lillian, I felt grimy and sweaty and all-around filthy, and the idea of cleanliness won out over conservation.
I padded across the warm, somewhat sticky tile floor as I stripped my tee-shirt up over my head and tossed it in the general direction of the hamper. We’ve also gotta think about laundry, I thought sourly as I unlaced the cord of my sweat pants. Christ, this is getting complicated. What else did we take for granted that we’ll miss now? The sweats joined the tee-shirt, and I paused for a moment to take in my transformed body in the mirror. My face and shoulders were obscured by the steam, but my chest on down still looked young, and ripped, and muscular, and fit, and virile. Fuck, no wonder the girls can’t keep their hands off of me, I thought with an ironic half-grin. I look like a gay porn star! I glanced at the door, saw that it was still closed, and turned my body a bit. Carved muscle seemed to ripple under my flesh, almost looking like an anatomical drawing of a perfect human. I wonder if I’m going to get old and fat, I mused as I shook my head and made for the shower. “Probably,” I muttered to myself.
I hissed a bit as I slid under the flow and turned the hot tap down a bit. As the temperature dropped from parboil to low simmer I sagged under the water and let it wash over me. I have to admit that it felt good, indulgent, and more than a little bit bad – but in truth, given the past few weeks, I believed in that moment that the universe owed me an easy morning. I straightened, knuckled the water from my eyelids, and peered at the selection of shampoos perched under the showerhead, trying to decide which to use. What the Hell is so special about color-treated shampoo? I asked myself rhetorically as I read one of the labels.
I heard a faint rustle from outside the shower, and a corner of my mouth quirked up for a moment as I knew that it was almost time to once again do my boyfriendly duty. The door to the shower stall opened with a click, and I glanced over my shoulder to see Abby slip in. Though I had seen her naked before, I have to admit that she definitely looked tasty this morning.... She was so skinny and her limbs were so thin that she seemed willowy, but as she ducked into the cascading water in front of me I was struck at how tiny she actually was. “Hi, Mike,” she said in a light falsetto that contained just a hint of growling heat. She turned and stood straight, and her platinum pixie-cut darkened under the spray. I felt my cock start to stir for the second time that morning as I gazed down upon her bubblegum-pink nipples, her flat belly, and her pale, almost flawless skin. “I thought that we could share the shower, maybe conserve some water,” she claimed.
“Really?” I replied with a smirk. I reached out and stroked the side of her neck with my fingertips, and was pleased to see the tiny girl shiver under my touch. “Do you think you need a shower?”
“Oh, definitely,” she said with a nod. She gazed straight into my eyes, her blue eyes wide and containing a note of false innocence, as she stepped closer. “I’m totally filthy, and I want to get cleaned up too,” she said. She took another step forward until she was less than an inch away, her chin barely reaching the bottom of my ribcage as she looked up with a little pout.
“Well, I’m just happy to help,” I commented. I reached over and grabbed the bar of soap, ran it under the spray for a moment, and started to lather up her shoulders. “You are a dirty little girl, aren’t you?” I asked rhetorically as I slid the bar over her chest. I could feel her collarbones under my palm, and as I moved down her chest and ran my fingers over her rock-hard nipples she gasped a little bit.
“Absolutely,” she agreed. “I need you to help me feel clean again.” She leaned back against the steam-warmed tile wall of the stall, planting her palms fully onto the ceramic as she spread her feet about a foot apart. I moved my hand down to her belly and felt her innards almost undulate under my touch, and she gasped a bit as a flush spread from her chest up her neck. “Wow, you definitely know how to clean a girl,” she remarked, her voice growing a bit husky.
My cock was rapidly growing, pointing at her like an accusing finger as I bent slightly and slide my hand even lower. “What can I say,” I smirked. “Cleaning up dirty girls has become my specialty.” I dipped my fingers down between her thighs, and she let loose a muffled squeak as I slid my middle finger between her white-hot pussy lips. “And you seem to be especially dirty,” I remarked as I flicked her stiffening clit.
She reached out a tentative, hesitant hand, and then grasped my growing erection. “Oh God, it’s getting so big!” she whispered in awe. I had the feeling that she was probably faking her fear, but in the moment her wide-eyed, innocent gaze certainly sold the act and I felt myself become almost painfully hard. “I’m afraid it will hurt, that you’ll hurt me!”
“It will,” I admitted with a little growl. At her prompting I let myself get aggressive, and I stepped closer until my cockhead was pressed against her lower ribs. I dropped the bar of soap to the floor as I increased the tempo of my strokes, while I slid my free hand up over one tiny little nipple to her throat. With a gentle squeeze I pressed back, pinning her to the wall as I leaned close. “You’re getting wet,” I observed as her cunny began to flow and she squirmed under my touch, growing hotter by the second.
“I told you I’m a dirty girl!” She managed to gasp out the words, her full lips parted as she rolled her hips in time to my strokes, and her eyes unfocused a bit a she shuddered with pleasure. Her hand was pumping my shaft, her touch light yet firm as she hefted the weight of my cock in her palm. She paused for a moment, and then gave another shudder. “I think that you need to wash my butt too,” she finally said with a hitch in her voice.
“Why, that would be my pleasure!” I released her throat, gripped her shoulder, and roughly spun her around. Abby gave a little squeak as I pressed my palm between her shoulder blades and pinned her to the tile once more. I kicked the soap into a better position, ducked down to grasp the slippery bar, and ran it up her spine. The blonde girl moaned at my touch, and she stuck out her tiny, flat backside. I teased my fingers down over her ass for a minute before I slipped my digits between her cheeks, and when my fingers glanced against her tight, puckered asshole she let loose a little squeak. “Wow, you are totally filthy!” I said with a smirk and a little growl of lust as I wormed the tip of my middle finger into her.
“Ah! Y… Yes, I am, Daddy!” Abby squirmed under my attention, her hips rolling as she ‘fought’ back against my pressing palm, and she pushed more of her ass down on my fingertip as she whimpered. “My butt’s really, really dirty!”
“Daddy, huh?” I ask rhetorically as I gave another little poke and slid my finger up to the second knuckle.
“Yes, Daddy,” she admitted. Abby’s voice was filled with embarrassment, but at the same time her voice grew younger and more innocent, almost as if she were channeling the little girl she had physically become. She squirmed beneath my touch, acting all the world as if she were truly ten years old and not the mature woman her mind actually was. “I want you to be my Daddy, and make me do all the things a Daddy makes his little girl do!” she insisted. She pressed her face against the tile and presented her backside to me fully. “Please, fuck my dirty asshole, Daddy! I’m bad, I’m dirty, I deserve it to make you happy! Make me take it all!”
She was so adorable, her please so child-like, her body so small, that I couldn’t think of a reason not to grant her wish. “Why, it would be my pleasure,” I repeated. I pressed in close behind her, running the soap over my raging cock, and then once more dropped the bar. I wrapped one arm around her body, pinning her arms to her side in my strong grip, and actually lifted her feet up off the tile. She was so light, and I was so strong, that it felt effortless – and what’s more, it added to her sense of helplessness to dangle in my grip, wedged in between the wall of the shower and my strong body. I grasped the base of my shaft with my free hand and slid the tip between her flat, firm cheeks. The soap allowed me to slide easily, and Abby whimpered as I poked her shitter with the tip of my prick. Her asshole puckered in alarm, but I had worked so much soap in there that it was powerless to resist as I pressed my bulbous cockhead inside of her, forcing my way into her body.
The tiny blonde gasped and whimpered, squirming in discomfort as I slid an inch into her painfully-stretched shitter. “It hurts, daddy, it hurts!” she whined as she writhed in my grip. She gasped a pain-filled gasp, but still she hunched her hips and drove back against me, using what little movement she had to force more of me into her. “It hurts, but don’t stop, gimme more!” she begged.
With a grunt I drove my hips forward and thrust in a bit deeper, lodging another inch of my thick shaft into her white-hot ass. I let go of my cock and slid my hand around her hip to her mons, my fingertips instinctively finding her tiny, little-girl slit as I wormed my digits between her non-existent folds to stroke her clit. Abby moaned and hunched against me once more, forcing another inch of my rod into her rectum as she wriggled beneath my touch. I pressed another inch inside of her, and she sobbed and seemed to go limp. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted as I pulled out an inch and thrust back in, starting a steady rhythm of ass fucking and pussy stroking.
Her asshole was tight around my cock, but the heat of her innards and my raging lust made sure that I couldn’t stop. I increased the pace, pounding my cock into her straining hole as she teetered on the edge of consciousness. I took a half-step forward, wedging her more fully between myself and the wall, forcing her to turn her head to the side and gasp for air as she pressed her cheek against the tile. I could see her eye half-open, her orb rolled back into her head and her gaze sightless as she surrendered to the reaming I was giving her. The girl’s lips hung limply and her tongue dangled out of her mouth as she gasped for air, each thrust of my hips eliciting a grunt of agony from her throat.
I think it was my fingertips on her clit did the trick. With a rolling, crashing wave she came, her entire body undulating in the non-existant space between my body and the wall. Her trembling form, the feel of her heels kicking against my shins, her stiffening, twitching body as she struggled against me sent me even higher, and I could feel my balls tightening. The feel of her orgasm and thesensations of her spasming asshole as it clenched around my cock drove me over the edge, and with a growl I tensed and shot blast after blast of hot seed into her bowels.
I nuzzled the back of her neck as we came down. “Oh God, Daddy, it was so good!” she whimpered weakly as she rolled her hips, luxuriating in the feeling of my prick as it slid around inside her packed asshole. “I needed this, I needed to be punished, I needed to be raped, thank you, Daddy, thank you.” She craned her head around and gave my lips a glancing kiss, panting into my face as she shuddered once more.
“I’m happy to do it, baby girl.” I returned the kiss with a bit more gusto, but inside my mind was whirling. Wait, did I just rape her? I wondered. I don’t think that I did. Is THAT what she’s into? I gave one last thrust, a move that tore another whimpering gasp from between her lips, and then I pulled my hips back and allowed my cock to slide out of her stretched, straining asshole with a wet, slick slurp.
I instantly felt my fears vanish as the tiny blonde squirmed around in my arms and slipped back down to the bottom of the shower. Abby spun around, stood on her tip-toes, and gave me a deep, shuddering kiss as she panted into my mouth. “It was perfect, Daddy!” she whispered as her hands found by still-stiff shaft. “I was bad, so I needed to be punished. I won’t be bad again, Daddy, I promise!” She slid down the wall and knelt in the bottom of the shower, her face raised and her gaze filled with adoration as she stared into my eyes. Both hands were wrapped around my cock, and she slowly double-fisted my rod as she leaned forward and gave my still dribbling piss-slit a tiny little kiss. “I can still feel your stuff in my butt,” she whispered in a distracted tone.
I think she liked it, I concluded as she worshiped attention on my prick. As I gazed down upon her she flicked her tongue out and lapped at my cockhead, lost in whatever fantasy she was still experiencing. As I watched she slumped down a little more, sitting on the warm, wet tile with her legs splayed open to give me a perfect view of her swollen-looking pussy, and as I watched a large gob of my spunk oozed from her gaping asshole. I wonder if rough sex is part of this transformation. “Anything else you need, dirty girl?” I asked with a wry smile.
“Yes, Daddy.” She grasped the soap and started to wash my twitching, shrinking cock. “I need to make sure daddy’s pee-pee is nice ‘n clean, so I can kiss it properly.” Her gaze grew a little wicked as she lathered up my balls, and she straightened her spine as she thrust her non-existent chest out. “And I want you to think of other bad things I did, and make sure that you punish me for them later!”
I lounged against the tile wall, my feet planted firmly and my hand stroking her hair, as I let the little girl clean my cock, and marveled at what my life had become. Abby stroked my shaft and worked the soap into the entire length, and then rinsed me off in the shower spray. She knelt at my feet and grasped the base in her tiny hand, whimpering in pleasure as she kissed my still-drooling tip and worked her tongue into my slit. As the blonde lapped at the last little bits of jism leaking out, I smiled down at her, and the corners of her mouth turned up for a moment before she let her eyes flutter shut and she murmured in appreciation. She likes being a daddy’s girl, I thought to myself as she lovingly stroked my cockhead. AND she’s fully into the rape fantasy. Need to keep that in mind.
And then she nuzzled my balls, and I could actually feel my cock stirring yet again, and all of my moral quandaries vanished in an instant.
The walkie-talkie in my hand chirped as I looked around the abandoned, mostly neat if-a-bit-dusty living room of apartment 2101. “Mike, are you there?” Abby’s voice crackled from the speaker.
I thumbed the button as I lifted the handset to my lips. “Yup, I’m here. What’s up?”
“We’ve finished with 2106,” she said matter-of-factly. “I think that’s all of them on this floor. Lilly wants to know if we’re ready to head on down to nine.”
I looked over at Rachel and gave a little half-grin, which the tiny blonde girl returned. “Yeah, I think so,” I replied. “Meet us by the stairs.”
“Why does she keep calling us every five seconds?” my little blonde lover asked, exaggerating the time frame to the ridiculous.
“I think she wants to make sure we’re okay,” I opined. I think she wants to make sure you and I aren’t balling like horny rabbits, I added silently to myself. I felt another quiet presence sidle up beside me, and I turned and gave Paisley a kind smile. “Everything okay there, kiddo?” I asked the girl lightly.
“Uh huh,” she said with a little nod. “I’m okay, Mister Mike.” The brunette let her gaze linger on my face for a second, and then she ducked her face down as she blushed deeply… but she still stood her ground, standing close to my looming body as if she were afraid that I just might vanish if she stayed away for too long.
I remembered what Abby had mentioned that morning, and hid my grimace as I hoisted the half-full duffle bag of loot over my shoulder. Gonna have to deal with THAT soon, I thought as I herded the innocent brunette and the not-so-innocent blonde towards the door. “Let’s go, I think we’ve done about all we can in here. Time to move down a floor.”
After our organizational meeting that morning (and after ‘Daddy’ Mike punished ‘daughter’ Abby in the shower), we had finally gotten ourselves together, and while Lam stayed behind to tend to the semi-mobile and grumbling Meg the rest of us moved out to start the long process of securing our new home. We quickly fell into a pattern – first one of the girls (usually either Abby or Lillian) used the pass-key to unlock an apartment door while the other pushed it open, while I stood ready with my shotgun in case anything decided to lunge out for a quick snack. After a few minutes of waiting we would move in and case the joint. Drugs would be retrieved from medicine cabinets, refrigerators and cupboards would be looted of anything and everything still edible, weapons (of which there were very few) would be secured. Another sweep through to unplug anything electrical, one last sweep to make sure the windows were closed and locked and that the lights were off, and we would close and lock the door behind us, ready to move on to the next apartment.
It was slow going – made doubly so by the annoying little factoid that Lillian had raised the moment we broke into 2102. “So we’re keeping the canned and dry goods,” she noted as she dropped two cans of Mexican-style beans into the oversized pillowcase she had opted to use for a grab bag. “But what are we going to do about the spoiled stuff?”
“I… That’s a good question.” I furrowed my brow as I pondered the problem… which happened to coincide just as I was opening the refrigerator. A rather pungent, sour smell issued forth on a waft of cold air, and my furrow turned into a grimace of distaste. “I imagine that as we go on, the more rotten stuff we’re going to find,” I remarked as I pushed aside an open container of spoiled milk to grab a half carton of eggs. “We can’t just leave it sitting there to get worse.”
“We can just toss it off the balconies,” Abby suggested.
“That’s not too smart,” Lillian observed. “That’s just moving the problem from up here to down there, and pushing it a few days down the road. Besides,” she added as she tossed a box of pasta into her bag, “if stuff is smelling this bad after being in a fridge for a few weeks, think about how it will smell after sitting on a hot, sunny parking lot for a few hours.”
“Ew,” Rachel opined as she entered the kitchen. The little blonde had a pillowcase similar to Lillian’s, although she had taken it upon herself to both loot the apartments of anything even remotely pharmacological while simultaneously riding herd on the only-partially-helpful Paisley. “Nasty,” she added.
“Nasssstttyyy,” echoed Paisley as she let a look of disgust wash over her face.
We discussed the situation, and agreed that the best course of action would be to probably clean the apartments of anything perishable and haul them out of the tower. Abby managed to scrounge up a mostly-full box of industrial-strength garbage bags, which we filled with spoiled and rotten food and staged by the elevator for later disposal… somewhere.
It was slow going… after about two hours we had only covered two out of the six apartments on the tenth floor, and at that rate we were going to be exploring the complex well into next year. We went back to the apartment to drop off our rather meager loot and hold a quick conversation, and the general consensus was that we should probably split up. Abby supplied us with a set of four walkie-talkies (“I found them in the security office a few days ago,” she mentioned in passing – letting our ‘don’t wander off alone’ conversation pass completely by) and we separated into two teams. At first everyone wanted to join up with me, but I laid down the law – the first team, consisting of Rachel and myself (along with Paisley, who joined us mainly so that I could keep her out of trouble) would start at one end of the floor, while Abby and Lillian would start at the other. This led to our modified process… we would open a door with me at the ready, and if nothing jumped out we would move on to the next door. Search for Feral as a group, and then loot the apartments in two teams – our tasks seemed to move much more quickly after that.
Rachel and I took one last look around the living room, and then we headed on out. As usual Paisley stuck to my side, clutching my forearm in a death grip as she skittered along in my wake, while Rachel merely graced the insecure girl with a kind smile. We could hear rustling down the hall, and as we approached the central bank of elevators both Lillian and Abby appeared. “So, we drop stuff off and move down?” the Latina asked.
“Sure.” I knocked briefly to let the other two know we were coming in, and then opened the door to 2103. Meg was seated in a comfy chair with her bound leg up on an ottoman, her little-girl features twisted slightly in a look of annoyance at being left out of the adventure, while Lam poked her head around the arch to the kitchen to see what was happening. “Just dropping off more stuff,” I explained briefly as I piled both my duffle bag and the pillow cases by the entryway.
“Did you find anything good?” asked Lam.
“Did you find anything lethal?” Meg added.
“Dunno and not really,” I replied. “Mostly foodstuffs, and some general drugs like aspirin. We’re pretty much done up here, so we’re moving down to nine.” Meg grimaced and squirmed in her chair a bit as Lam stepped out into the archway fully, and for a moment I was struck by the sheer domesticity that our little refuge seemed to exude. There was the Marine, grumbling as she leaned forward to scratch at the bandage wrapping her lower leg, clad in an oversized dress shirt and looking very young, while at the same time Lam had tossed a far-too-large apron over her jeans and tee-shirt while she held a wet dish and a drying cloth in her hands. “Everything still okay in here?” I asked as I tried to force my stirring cock to behave through sheer force of will.
“Everything is fine, Michael,” Lam replied with a smile. She gave a barely perceptible nod over her shoulder towards the redhead, and added, “The patient is somewhat upset, though.”
“I’m going fucking nuts,” Meg groused. “I don’t like just sitting around doing nothing. And my leg itches!”
“Just try not to scratch too much,” I advised with a tiny grin. “And you’ll be back up and running before you know it.” As the Marine grumbled a bit more and Lam leaned back in to deposit the now-dried plate back on a kitchen counter, I glanced at the four girls behind me. “We ready?” I asked.
“Ready, Mikey,” Rachel said with a nod.
I turned back to the apartment. “Back soon. Try not to get into any trouble!”
“As if I could,” Meg remarked sourly.
The five of us went over to the stairwell, and I took a moment to make sure that it was still empty before I allowed the girls to enter. Better safe than sorry, I thought to myself as I leaned over and first peered down, and then up. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so as a group we trooped down one floor and entered the hallway. The ninth floor was laid out in the same format as the tenth, and we quickly started our sweep-and-secure pattern.
At first everything was normal. 2091, open door, nothing leaps out, leave the door ajar as we move on to the next. 2092, nothing special, but I catch a glimpse of what looks like a sword hanging on a wall. 2093, and I spot what looks like an enormous pile of DVDs by a truly gargantuan television – but still no Feral.
But then, everything changed in an instant. Lillian unlocked the door to 2094 and Abby pushed the door open… and everyone recoiled at the foul smell that seemed to blast from the open portal. “Holy fucking Hell!” Lillian gasped as she staggered back and retched. “What’s that?”
“Oh God, I think I’m gonna rolph!” Rachel exclaimed as she swallowed and turned a little green.
I too swallowed and tried to keep my gorge down, and as I leaned into the open portal I heard a distant buzzing. My mind made quick connections, and I instantly grasped the doorknob and yanked the door shut. “Rach, take Paisley back upstairs,” I asked as I fanned the air in front of my face. “And tell Lam to get down here quick.”
“Why? What is it?”
“I think…” I swallowed again, feeling more than a bit queasy at the thoughts running through my mind. “Just go get Lam, I’ll tell you later. Please, do it for me,” I added.
Rachel looked at me quizzically for a second, then grasped the gagging brunette’s hand and led her back to the stairwell. Lillian glanced at me, back at the door, made some quick mental calculations of her own in her head, and actually paled a bit – and without another word she turned to follow the pair upstairs.
“Is it…” Abby asked as she stared at the door.
“Yeah, I think so,” I replied. “I think it’s a body.”
After a few minutes of waiting the doctor came bustling down the stairs, her apron gone and carrying her small bag of medical gear in her tiny hands. “I take it that you found something that needs my professional expertise,” she commented in a clinical tone.
“Yeah.”
We unlocked the door again, pushed open the portal, and stepped back. As the stench wafted out once more Lam sniffed the air, her face impassive as both Abby and I tried to stifle our looks of distaste. “Oh, yes,” the Asian girl said in a quiet, almost sad voice. “There is definitely a corpse in there.” She took half a step in, sniffed again, and added, “And it has been there a while.” She looked over her shoulder at the two of us, her gaze impassive as she slipped into ‘Doctor Mode.’ “You do not need to join me, I will take care of this myself.”
“N… No,” I said, forcing myself to overcome the primal fear gibbering in the animal part of my brain. “We go in together.”
“I’m coming too,” Abby interjected.
“You don’t have to come,” I said gently.
“No, I’m coming,” the platinum blonde said insistently. “I want to see.”
We entered the apartment and left the door open behind us, and we paused for a moment to get our bearings. The buzzing was coming from down the hall, and without any great enthusiasm I led the girls into the dim, dark depths of the apartment. The air was heavy and wet, proof that the windows and patio door had stood open through the weeks of heavy weather, and with every step the buzzing grew louder.
The source of both the stench and the buzzing was the bathroom. It was laid out in a familiar pattern, similar to the main bathroom up in our apartment, with only the towels and makeup next to the sink the difference. But the tub was filled with stagnant water in which floated a small, black, rotting form. The buzzing came from a truly massive cloud of flies that had settled on the exposed part of the body, and as we watched some rose up from the rancid islands while others settled back down.
“Oh, God,” Abby murmured as she backpedaled away from the door towards the living room, her hand clasped over her mouth and her throat moving as she gagged.
“Definitely deceased,” Lam said dispassionately. The tiny Asian girl stepped into the bathroom, waved at the cloud of flies buzzing around her head, and knelt next to the tub. “For several weeks, if I am not mistaken.”
I followed, feeling definitely green about the gills, as I tried not to vomit myself. “What happened?” I managed to croak out as I tried to breathe through my mouth.
“Female,” Lam noted clinically. “Approximate age, eight to ten years. Cause of death seems to be suicide.” The girl pointed at a straight-razor that sat in one corner of the tub, a patina of dried blood along the edge. “If I had to guess, I would say that she could not handle the changes that occurred during the Event, and elected to end her own life.”
I looked around the bathroom and spotted a small piece of folded paper next to Lam’s foot. Retrieving it, I sagged against the wall as I read the tight, shaky script scrawled onto its white surface aloud:
I’m not a girl I’m a woman! I can’t do it again – the touches, the rapes, the molesting. He was my first, and nobody ever helped me – not mommy, not gramma, nobody! My daddy is dead, but he’s coming back and I won’t live through that again. I’m sorry. Goodbye.
Linda
Linda
“That’s… sad,” I finally said.
“It is to be expected,” Lam said. She sat back on her heels, ran her fingers through her jet-black hair, and sighed. “This transformation was traumatic enough without taking the emotional and psychological toll on their individual psyches into account. Actually,” she added as she levered herself upright and stood, “I am rather surprised that we have not found more like this.”
“She was convinced that her father was coming back from the dead to rape her again,” Abby whispered in horror. I glanced at the platinum blonde, who had screwed up her courage enough to peer in through the door. “That’s horrible!”
“That’s impossible,” I said, trying to exude confidence and a conviction that I truly didn’t feel. “Dead is dead, and the dead can’t come back.”
“I agree,” Lam interjected. She looked down at the floating corpse and her face softened a bit. “I believe that she was so traumatized by her childhood abuse that she experienced as a girl that the thought of reliving such torment was more than she could bear.”
“But what if…”
“No,” I said firmly. I stepped over and gathered the tiny platinum blonde in my arms, and she buried her face in my chest as she shuddered in fear. “They aren’t coming back. Dead is dead,” I repeated.
“I hope that’s true,” she whispered.
“Michael, this does raise another important question,” Lam said. She slid past the pair of us and into the hallway, looking distant as her mind whirled. “We are going to have to determine some way to dispose of any human remains we might find. Considering the amount of diseases that are generated as a result of a corpse decomposing…”
“Shut up!” I started as Abby tightened her grip around my waist, spun her head, and peered at Lam over her shoulder, a look of pure venom gracing her face. “Just shut up, and stop talking so coldly! That was a person in there, not just some ‘thing’ to deal with!”
“Hey, whoa now!” Lam looked stunned and took a step back as I patted Abby’s back. “Lam is just trying to think ahead, do some planning. I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by it. Isn’t that right?” I added to the doctor.
The Asian girl nodded her head vigorously, her eyes wide with shock as she held her hands up in front of her. “That is right, I did not mean anything by it. It is of course a tragedy…”
“See?” I gave Abby a little squeeze, and then started to guide the blonde girl away from the scene. “She didn’t mean anything. I’m sorry you had to see that. Why don’t you head on up to the apartment? Lam ‘n I will take care of her.”
“Her name was Linda,” Abby whispered as she trembled in my arms.
“Linda, we’ll take care of Linda.” I turned to look at the Asian girl as Abby slipped through the door and headed for the stairs, spine stiff but a faint tremor running through her form. What the fuck was all THAT about? I wondered. “Things are getting complicated,” I noted as I sighed and slumped against the doorframe.
“Indeed, Master.” Lam glanced at the hall, and then turned back to me, her face impassive once more. “And I am afraid that things are only going to get more complicated. As time goes on, and we encounter more scenes like this, it is bound to evoke an intense emotional response amongst the survivors… among us.”
“Amongst the survivors, eh?” I echoed. A corner of my mouth quirked up in wry amusement as I peered at the doctor and considered her tiny form. “And what about you? That sort of stuff doesn’t bother you?” I asked as I nodded in the direction of the hallway.
“No, Master,” Lam said simply. She too glanced at the hallway, and then met my gaze with cool detachment. “I have seen worse. At least this one was not screaming in agony or attempting to bargain with God as she died. At least, I do not believe so. Come,” she added as placed her doctor’s bag on the kitchen table and turned back towards the bathroom, “we need to secure the body and determine a temporary place for it until we can find a more permanent solution,” she added in a somewhat emotionless tone.
As I followed the girl back into the fly-specked, reeking room of horror, I peered at the back of her head. Brrrrr, I thought. That’s kinda cold. But I was smart enough to keep my opinions to myself.
After our gruesome encounter we managed to finish off the rest of the apartments on nine (although Paisley, perhaps sensing the cold dread filling everyone after our encounter, elected to stay up with Lam and the Colonel), and by the time evening rolled around we had secured the top two floors of Tower Two. Our haul wasn’t exactly on the bountiful side… we had gotten a ton of dried goods and canned foods, but most of the perishables had already gone bad. Likewise most of the drugs we found were of the general variety, although we now had enough aspirin to last us through the next apocalypse. With the addition of the bow and 30.06 hunting rifle from 2106 and the sword from 2092, we hadn’t found too much of use. Lam and I had wrapped up the remains of Linda in her shower curtain and secured her with some twine we had managed to scrounge, and currently she was waiting down by the front door in the lobby until we figured out what exactly to do with her. Dinner was a somewhat muted affair, as the combination of exhaustion and low spirits brought everyone down.
We decided to turn in early, and the girls wandered off to get ready. As for myself, I decided that I had one last task left to do… so I gave a little knock on the door, and then slipped into ‘Lesbian Country.’ “Hey, Meg,” I said to the tiny figure on the bed, “how’re you feeling?”
“Itchy,” the redhead grumped with a sour look on her face. “And annoyed that I can’t get up and do things. My neck is so stiff it’s killing me, and I’m going a bit stir-crazy here. So I hear you had some excitement?”
“Well, some,” I admitted. I took a seat on the mattress beside her and patted her hand. “Less excitement and more a disturbing encounter. We tripped over someone who didn’t handle all this very well,” I explained as I waved a hand generally over her.
“Urgh,” she replied with a look of distaste. “That’s something else to add to Lil’s lists… a place to get rid of bodies.”
“Yeah, we’ve been kinda lucky that way. I imagine that there’s a ton of ‘em out there, just waiting for us to trip over them.” I gripped her shoulder and squeezed, and then moved my palm up a bit to give her neck a gentle massage. “How’s the pain?” I asked as I cocked my head towards her leg.
“Eh, it’s okay,” she replied. She raised her leg off the pillow slightly, reached down, and tried to worm her fingers under the tight wrappings. “It’s itching like a motherfuck, and it’s driving me nuts!”
“Here, lay back.” As Meg gave up and settled back down, I moved my fingers down to her leg. I wormed my pads beneath the wrap and wriggled my digits a bit, trying to scritch her itchy leg as best as I could. “Better?” I asked as she sighed.
“A little. A bit higher up.” As I adjusted my aim she grew thoughtful. “I gotta say, I know the Doc does good work, but it got a bit old having her hover over me all day. Between her and Paisley, I never had a moment to myself.”
“Well, I think they’re all still worried about you.” I replied lamely. I scratched around her knee, and then moved up to work my fingertips into her thigh just above the joint. “A broken leg is nothing to take lightly, especially since…”
“Yeah, I guess. Oooh, that’s good.” She squirmed a bit and straightened her leg a bit more, allowing my hand a bit more access to the stiff muscles. “Although honestly I think it was less about me and more about their neediness. The doc kept hovering ‘cause I don’t think she knew what else to do, and the kid was just scared ‘cause her big, strong stud wasn’t next to her. How far did you guys get today?” she asked, changing the subject in an instant.
“We managed to clear out this floor and the one below,” I replied. I moved my hand up, stroking the muscles with tiny circular motions, and she let her legs fall open a bit as she shifted. I glanced southward and then back up at her face, and felt a stirring in my pants as I looked down on the tiny redhead. “We found some stuff, another rifle and a few boxes of ammo. And we found a fucking sword!”
“Really? What kind?”
“A Japanese thing. It’s pretty dull, I think it was more decorative than anything else. But we can probably sharpen it up and use it for something.” I locked eyes with Meg, staring into her green orbs as I slid my fingers higher, to mid thigh. “Pressure good?” I asked.
“It’s just fine. A bit higher, please.” Her face was flushing slightly, and her breathing had become a bit heavier as she stared into my face. “I’ll let you know if it gets to be too much, breeder.” She fell silent for a second, and her brow furrowed slightly as she debated something in her mind. “I know I said that I wanted to sleep with you, but I’m not…” she blurted quickly.
“Hey, it’s okay,” I replied just as quickly as I guessed what was troubling her. “You’re not ready yet, I get it. I imagine it’s pretty scary.”
“It’s… Yeah, it’s pretty scary,” she agreed. She shifted slightly, almost squirming down a bit further on the mattress and allowing my fingers to move a few inches higher. “The thought of that thing of yours… And I’ve listened as the girls talked about it…”
“Pretty impressive, right?” I asked with a bit of a wicked grin. “Yeah, I’m pretty proud of it.”
“Wiseass.” She punched my arm in a light, playful manner. “The girls think it’s impressive. They talk about you when they think I’m not listening, but I’m hearing everything. And I have to admit that it does seem to solve a lot of problems… I mean, Abby’s a bit less of a bitch, and both the Doc and Lil are a lot more calm after you give ‘em a good working over.”
“What can I say,” I smirked. “My magic wand has mystical powers to calm and satisfy.”
“Yeah? Well, don’t get too comfortable, super stud,” she replied, and it was her turn to smirk. “You’re gonna have to use your magic wand on the kid soon.”
“Wait, what?” I paused in my strokes, my fingers just inches from her groin, and fixed her with a shocked stare. “I thought I’d scared her to death when she burst in on Lil ‘n Rachel and me!”
“You did. I didn’t tell you to stop.” As I resumed my upward strokes, she sighed and settled back down. “I think it was more about the surprise than anything else. She’s been obsessing about your dick for almost a week now, can’t stop talking about it. Hell, she’s even been asking me about it… like I know anything about cock! I think you’re gonna have to fuck her soon, otherwise she’ll drive everyone insane with her questions.”
“Argh, yet one more thing to worry about.” We were silent for a second, my mind filled with questions about Paisley and Meg thinking about – something – and then I suddenly felt the need to change the subject. “So, you’ve been a lesbian all your life?” I asked.
“What, you writing my biography?” she asked with a snicker. She sighed under my digital ministrations and shifted a bit – a maneuver that brought her panty-clad groin even closer to my stroking fingertips. “Nah,” she finally admitted. “I did do dick when I was younger… like, way younger. I eventually decided that I liked girls better.”
“Well, we have that in common,” I smirked. “So, you’re a girl,” I began.
“Thanks for noticing.”
“Wiseass.” This time it was my turn to give the Marine a light punch in the shoulder. “So how do I go about seducing a virgin?”
The redhead laughed. “Oh, yer askin’ the wrong Marine here, breeder,” she pointed out. “When ma boyfriend popped ma cherry, he wasn’t exactly of the seducin’ type. More like the ‘Git yer panties off, ‘cause I’m takin’ what I want’ sort.”
“I… Wait, what?” I paused in my strokes, my fingertips barely grazing the elastic, lacy band of her panties, and stared at Meg in shock. “Your boyfriend just took your virginity from you?!?”
“Fingers,” she insisted, and I automatically continued my strokes. “Well, it was less rape, and more along the lines that I was doin’ what a girl needs to do to keep her man happy.” At my dubious look she smirked and got a self-satisfied look on her face. “My momma always said that when a man ain’t got a woman for too long he starts getting angry, so I just did what I had to do to calm my boyfriend down. Better he pound into me than poundin’ on some guy at the bar.”
“That sounds…” I knew my mouth was gaping open and shut, and that I looked like a fish gasping to breathe as I tried to find the exact word – and failed miserably. “So you seduced him?” I finally managed to choke out.
“Never even knew what hit ‘im,” she snickered. “I waited until after my eleventh birthday…”
“You were eleven?!?”
“Pretty sure,” she admitted. “Momma was never too clear on when my birthday was, only that it was in November, sometime before Thanksgiving. I might’a still been ten. I know that I hadn’t even started getting my boobs yet, I looked pretty much just like this,” she added as she waved a hand generally over her flat-chested, pre-teen body. She grinned a predatory wolf-grin and continued. “Anyway, I snuck into his bedroom in the dead of night and slipped under the sheets. He didn’t even know it was me when he woke up to some girl tuggin’ on his dick – bet he thought it was his wife – but he just rolled over and fucked me… but he sure knew the next night!”
“So,” I managed to say in a stunned voice, “you seduced your married boyfriend when you were eleven – or ten,” I quickly amended when she opened her mouth to correct me. “And you slept with him for…”
“Every night for another three years. Once I turned thirteen, he moved on down to my younger sister. ‘N that was about the time when I decided that I liked girls better. After his wife caught us one time, and she decided to join in on the fun, well, she taught me a whole lot about pleasing a woman. Besides, I’d already started getting’ tired of older guys.”
“Just how old was he?” I asked.
Meg shrugged. “I dunno, mid-thirties?” she guessed.
“What?!?”
The Marine shrugged in a nonchalant manner. “Hey, that’s just how it happened where I grew up. Daisy – his wife – had wife just turned twenty, and I know they’d been married almost ten years…”
“I… That is…” My mind screeched and tried to find traction, skidding from thought to random thought as the redhead related her tale of childhood molestation and pre-teen sex in a dismissive, matter-of-fact manner. “I really find that hard to believe, and that you’re okay with it…”
“Yeah, you think I don’t know how to get what I want? Where’s your hand now?” I glanced down and found that my fingers were sitting directly on her fabric-covered sex, the warmth of her pussy burning into my pads through the cotton of her panties. “I do what I want, I get what I want, nobody tells me what to do!” she insisted. She snuggled back into her pillow and spread her legs wider, giving me even easier access to her cunny. “Well, keep fingerin’,” she ordered.
This is so fucking surreal… Almost automatically I resumed my strokes, my fingertips sensing her hairless slit beneath the cover and finding her stiff clit in seconds. The moment I made contact the redhead gasped and stiffened, arching her back slightly as she raised her hips a fraction of an inch off the mattress. “Uhm…” I muttered.
“Quiet,” she ordered, and I snapped my mouth shut. Her pale skin was flushed as she rolled her hips in time to my strokes, and tiny little moans of pleasure leaked from between her gaping lips. Her red hair was fanned out around the pillow like a halo, and as my gaze slid down her body I saw her rock-hard nipples poking through the fabric of the dress shirt draped around her body. I became aware of my cock, rock-hard and straining at the front of my jeans, threatening to tear its way through its denim prison in an instant…
And then Meg’s breathing grew heavier, and her hips rolled a bit harder, and with a suddenness that caught me by surprise her thighs snapped shut around my wrist, pinning my hand in place as she came. Her back arched as she lifted herself by one leg, and her mouth fell open in a silent shriek of orgasmic bliss. Her fingers dug into the sheet beneath her, wadding up the fabric as her grip tightened, and her entire body shuddered non-stop. Beneath my fingertips I could feel a growing wetness, and the smell of little-girl pussy filled the room.
She held her orgasmic pose for almost thirty full seconds, and then with a great, guttering gasp she collapsed back onto the mattress. “Okay, okay,” she said quietly as she let her legs loll free. I pulled back my hand and actually gripped my wrist as I fought to control the roiling emotions within my mind. Part of me wanted to preserve the détente we had reached, wanted to flee to the safety of the master bedroom and the willing heterosexual girls willing to do whatever they wanted in order to please me… but another part wanted to tear off that shirt, rip off those panties, and show her just how hard a man could fuck a helpless little girl.
But the moment passed in a heartbeat, and I lost my opportunity. “Okay, that’s enough for tonight,” she said weakly. With one hand she gave me a dismissive wave. “Get outta here, I wanna get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning, ‘kay?”
“O… okay, Meg, goodnight.” What the fuck just happened here? Stunned, I slid off the mattress and padded my way to the door, sparing one last glance at the satisfied and rather smug-looking Marine on the bed. She said that she wasn’t ready but she let me do THAT but I DIDN’T do that SHE DID… “I’ve got to be losing my mind,” I muttered as I made my way to my bed. “Eleven fucking years old…”
That night Lillian opted to be my primary playmate... and I’m a little ashamed to say that I took out all my sexual frustrations on her. After tying her up, slapping her non-existent breasts and hairless pussy, and driving as deep and as hard into her as I could, I deposited what felt like a quart of seed into her spasming womb. The Latina squirmed and struggled and certainly got into her role, one-part encouragement and one-part denial, as she surrendered to my attentions – and I know for a fact she came at least three times.
In truth, I wasn’t unhappy that I did it. And in truth, Lillian certainly loved the abuse. And we were both so happy with my initial performance that we repeated it, with small variations, in two subsequent encore performances. But it didn’t change the fact that, more than ever, that evening I was totally confused about what these girls actually wanted.
Especially Meg.
Just who’s in charge here? I remember thinking just before I dropped off to sleep.
>>Chapter 12>>