The New Order: Chapter 12 - Explorers
by The Pediatrician
mg; tf; oral; caution
It was Thursday evening, and I had just finished off my shower (alone this time, tragically) after a long, hard day of clearing apartments. After three days worth of work we were down to the second floor, and Tower Two was almost secure – and while we hadn’t found any more surprises such as Linda, we also hadn’t had much luck in our scavenging. Oh sure, each apartment kitchen had given up a few cans and some dried goods, we had found plenty of knives, and Lam was currently drowning in pill bottles, but on the whole our loot was still pretty meager. There never seemed to be enough food given the rate we were consuming it, the knives were all the small, ineffectual variety, and most of the drugs were generic painkillers or stuff so exotic that the good doctor actually had to think to remember what they did. Clothing wasn’t exactly plentiful as most of the tower’s previous residents had been of the geriatric set, but we had managed to find a few small things for the girls to wear. Though I didn’t say it aloud, I was actually starting to get a little worried. While drying my hair I resolved to broach the subject that evening at dinner, maybe suggest that we determine which vehicles were drivable and head out on a foraging trip to see what we could salvage – but the sound of sweet little-girl voices engaged in an intense sexual conversation in the living room had halted my journey down the hall, and I paused to listen in for a bit.
“Yeah, it does,” Abby replied. “But it feels so good at the same time!”
What the Hell did I just stumble into? A small part of me felt bad for eavesdropping, but another part was genuinely curious as to the workings of the girl’s minds. For all our discussions about openness and communications I knew that the little honeys were still holding back, still reserving some of their thoughts to themselves – the occasions where I observed a pair or a trio of them holding hushed, whispered conversations out of my presence seemed to confirm that fact. Do I even want to KNOW what this is about? I wondered as I leaned against the wall just short of the archway to the living room, intent on gathering some intelligence of my own.
“It doesn’t feel good,” Rachel disagreed. “But that’s the point. It’s not supposed to feel good, it’s supposed to hurt and feel bad.”
“Weird,” Paisley said. Even though I couldn’t see her, I could envision her furrowed brow as a mask of confusion slipped over her face. “If it feels bad then why do you do it?”
“Because it gets me off,” Rachel replied.
“Because I get hot when I’m forced to do that,” Abby answered at the same time.
“I just get hot when I’m helpless and he forces me to do it, whether I want to or not,” Lillian interjected.
“I don’t understand,” Paisley said with a small whine in her voice.
“It’s called a fetish, sweetheart,” Lillian explained. “Everyone has them, and we’re so lucky that Mike is willing to help us do them. Do you see?” It was silent for a moment, and then I heard Lillian sigh. “She doesn’t understand,” I heard her say in a frustrated tone.
“Look,” Rachel said gently. “You know how boys ‘n girls do it, right? Do you remember what you saw in that movie?”
“Uh-huh,” Paisley replied. “I really liked that one where that daddy did that stuff to that girl on the porch when he caught her looking at that dirty magazine.”
“So fake,” Abby opined with a sneer in her voice.
“Well, of course it was,” Lillian interjected. “She was obviously over eighteen. Any younger and that would have been kiddie porn. She was just some short, flat-chested girl who needed to make rent money.”
“Drug money,” Abby shot back wickedly.
What the fuck have they been watching while I’ve been busy working? I wondered as I choked back a snicker of amusement.
“Ahem!” I grinned as I imagined Rachel glowering at the pair, her face a mask of stern determination as she tried to keep the conversation on course. “Okay, well, that movie was straight. And you know how we girls do it when we’re not busy with Mikey, right?”
“Uh-huh.” It might have been my imagination, but I could swear that Paisley’s reply held a note of embarrassment. “It’s what Meg calls ‘lezzie action.’”
“Right. Well…” Rachel trailed off and sighed as she tried to gather her thoughts. As for me, I suddenly became aware of a presence nearby, and turned my head as Lam silently slipped to my side. She glanced quizzically at me for a second, and I had to admit that I blushed a bit at being caught out eavesdropping. She heard a low murmur as Abby and Lillian exchanged some quiet comment, and her curious look turned into one of amusement. Without another word she joined me in the eavesdropping, pressing her tiny body against the wall next to me as we both strained to hear.
“Sometimes,” Rachel began in a voice that sounded less-than-confident, “there are some things that we really, really like doing.”
“Or having them done to us,” Abby interjected.
“Right. Y’see,” the tiny blonde added, warming to her explanation, “sex is feels good. Sex feels really, really good.”
“Especially with Mike,” Lillian remarked with a tiny little waver to her voice.
“Oh, yeah,” said Abby.
I couldn’t help but grin a smug grin down at Lam, who merely smiled back up at me and snuggled in closer. She smelled sweet, and I could feel some stirring down below as her warm body heat raised the temperature of my skin. I absentmindedly dropped a hand to her shoulder and stroked the side of her neck, and she managed to stifle her purr of satisfaction as she wriggled with pleasure.
“But if you’re doing your fetish, well, then it makes it really, really, really good!” Rachel finally concluded.
“What’s your fetish?” asked Paisley, her innocent voice filled with curiosity.
Abby laughed a light, tinkling, musical little laugh. “Stepped in it now,” she noted in amusement.
“Hey, you wanna tell her what your particular fetish is?” Rachel snapped back in a peevish tone.
“Ladies, don’t start fighting,” Lillian interjected in a weary tone. “You’ll piss Mike off if you start yelling again.”
“I don’t like it when Mister Mike is angry,” Paisley said in an earnest voice.
“I don’t either,” Rachel agreed.
“I don’t mind. In fact, that’s my fetish,” Lillian remarked. The conversation stopped for a second, and I could imagine all three girls staring at the President in something akin to shock. What I didn’t have to imagine was the feeling of Lam’s tiny hand stroking my growing erection through my sweat pants, the side of her face pressed against my ribcage as she absentmindedly worked me up while eavesdropping. Before I could do anything, the Latina took up her explanation once more. “I like it when I’m helpless, when I can’t stop Mikey from doing whatever he wants to me. It gets me hot knowing that I’m totally weak whenever he decides that he wants something from me, and getting tied up and punished almost gets me off right at the start.”
“But why do you let him get so rough?” Rachel asked, the tone in her voice making it clear that she was genuinely curious at Lillian’s answer. “I’ve seen the bruises, and how you walk funny sometimes.”
“I just like it,” the President replied, with what I could only assume was a shrug. “The rougher he gets, the better I like it. Like I said, it’s my fetish.”
“Weird,” Abby said judgmentally.
“Said the girl with daddy issues,” Lillian sniped back.
“What?!?” Abby sounded genuinely shocked that someone knew her dark secret.
“You aren’t exactly quiet when you’re with Mikey,” Rachel pointed out. “Oh, daddy!” she added in a high-pitched imitation of the platinum blonde, “I’ve been so bad, I’m sorry!”
“I deserve it in my butt, daddy!” the Latina chimed in with a little giggle.
“Ream my dirty hole, daddy!” Rachel raised with a giggle of her own. “Punish me!”
“Oh, it’s so big!” both girls exclaimed in a sing-song voice simultaneously before breaking into fits of laughter.
“Oh, fuck both of you,” grumped Abby.
“I don’t understand, what’s so funny?” asked Paisley in a voice totally free of guile.
“It’s nothing,” Lillian said in an amused tone. “We’re just teasing her.”
“Ah.” Except for some quiet rustling the girls fell silent, until the innocent brunette asked another question. “So, what’s my fetish?”
“Er… I don’t know,” Lillian replied.
“Yeah, that’s something you have to figure out on your own,” Rachel added.
“You have to have sex first,” Abby pointed out.
“Not necessarily,” the President shot back. “Some people manage to figure it out without actually getting busy, just by thinking about it.”
“So I gotta have sex with Mister Mike first before I can tell what my fetish is?” Paisley asked. “Would that help?”
“Yes,” the other three chimed simultaneously. “It will definitely help,” Rachel admitted.
I felt a tugging on my wrist, and looked down at Lam as she tried to get my attention. I had been so focused in on the conversation in the other room that I hadn’t really been paying attention to the there-and-then, and as a result I was taken by surprise. The Asian girl was clad in a somewhat oversized silk nightie that probably would have been incredibly tiny on a normal-sized woman, but on her hung off her body like a tent and billowed about her rail-thin form like a parachute, gaping in some very alluring spots and providing tiny glimpses of her flat chest. That was arousing enough… but during our eavesdropping session the little vixen had been stroking my cock, and as a result my erection was so hard and throbbing so intensely that it threatened to tear its way out of my sweat pants. Wordlessly I allowed her to drag me away from the archway and back into the master bedroom, her body language insistent as she led the way. “What?” I asked in a rough, almost distracted tone as she swung the door shut behind us.
“Master, there are some things that I need to tell you about,” she said quietly. However, rather than actually talking she instead padded softly over to the end of the bed. With something of a wicked grin she hiked up the hem of the nightie, grasped her panties at the hip, and slid her underwear down her legs to the floor below. “But first I do believe that it is time for Master to use his Slave.” She hopped up on the bed, squirming her tiny, flat ass up the sheets a few inches as she firmly planted her feet on the edge and letting her thighs loll open… giving me a perfect view of her tiny, featureless slit. “Does Master wish to breed his Slave?” she asked in an innocent, little-girl voice as she leaned back and propped herself on her elbows.
I didn’t have to be asked twice… With a growl of impatience I struggled out of my sweats as I lunged across the bedroom, intent on taking what I wanted. Lam squeaked in surprise as I leapt atop of her, her brown eyes growing wide with uncertainty as if she were suddenly rethinking her decision to offer herself to me. Roughly I grabbed the hem of her nightie and yanked it up her body, and she threw her arms up over her head to assist me in stripping her. I tossed the annoying garment aside and leaned over her, the head of my rod poking against her tiny, undeveloped pussy as I leaned forward and drank in her delicious scent. “Get those knees up, slave,” I hissed as I pinned her to the mattress, my hand seemingly gargantuan as I pressed down on her collarbone.
“Yes Master, as you wish,” she gasped, and with the flexibility of youth aiding her she levered her thighs apart and raised her feet off the bed until she was almost bent double. The heat radiating from her pre-teen sex almost burned into the tip of my cock, and she wriggled her hips a bit to seat my shaft more fully at the entrance to her pussy. “Use me, Master, breed me!” she begged in a whispery voice filled with fear. “I exist only to serve!”
Why is she still talking? a small part of my brain wondered, but the fleeting thought vanished from my mind as my animal instincts took over. I gazed down on the little slut beneath me as I plunged my hips forward, driving my rod deep inside her tight little hole with a single thrust. Lam winced and opened her mouth to cry out, but I clasped my palm over her lips to muffle her cries as I pulled out slightly and then rammed home again. She squirmed beneath me as tears dotted the corners of her eyes, and her flat chest heaved with effort as she whuffled through her nose, helpless to do anything but take every inch of my cock. One more withdrawal and another thrust, and the tip of my shaft bumped up against her cervix, and with a tiny little shudder she came.
I didn’t say anything more as I fucked her, only little grunts and growls issuing forth from between my lips as I pistoned in and out of her shuddering, struggling little body. Lam’s eyes half-rolled into the back of her skull as she came again, and a third time, as my balls slapped against her flat ass. I lay fully across her body, sandwiching her tiny form between mine and the mattress, and grasped the sheet for leverage as I increased the tempo of my thrusts. The Asian girl welcomed the attention, wrapping her arms around my back and her thighs around my hips as she buried her face in my chest. A low vibration hummed through my ribcage, and a distant part of me realized that she was screaming into my chest as her entire body shook with yet another orgasm. The sensations and scents sent me over the edge as well, and with a snarl I buried myself inside of her as deep as possible as my balls contracted and sent jets of my seed spurting into her pre-teen womb.
With a gasp I collapsed on top of her, luxuriating in the feeling of her twitching pussy stretched around my shaft, and for several second I gasped for breath as she lay beneath me. Almost automatically I rolled over, carrying her seemingly weightless body with me as I lay on my back, and I held her in my arms as she shuddered and gasped and lay atop me. “Oh my God, oh my God,” she chanted as she snuggled against my nude form, her arms clutching my body and her tiny body shivering with aftershocks of our session.
“You okay?” I asked softly as I cupped her ass in one palm while I ran my fingers down her spine.
“Yes, Master, I am just fine,” she replied. She perched her chin on my collarbone and gazed into my eyes, her own orbs glittering as she smiled. “I am very happy that you used me as you did!”
“Used you, huh?” I asked rhetorically. I returned her smile, stroked her backside one more time, and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Is that your fetish?” I wondered aloud.
“Of course, Master,” she admitted. “I exist only to serve you. It gives me nothing but pleasure to satisfy whatever your desire happens to be.” She wriggled her backside under my palm, gasping a bit as my still-twitching cock shifted inside of her pussy, and gave the tip of my chin another kiss. “I am Slave, and I exist only to take my Master’s seed.”
Whoa… I looked deep into her eyes and saw that she was admitting the truth of her soul, and a part of me actually grew a bit worried. What the Hell is happening here? I wondered silently – but instead I merely raised my head, gave her a kiss (which she returned with gusto), and lay back down. “So, you said you wanted to talk to me about something?” I asked aloud.
Lam’s eyes grew distant for a second as she tried to shift her thoughts from sex-slave mode to clinical doctor mode, and then she refocused on my face. “Ah, yes,” she said. She moved her palms up to my collarbone and rested her chin on her hands as she marshaled her thoughts. “I have come to some conclusions I thought you should be made aware of. About us, about our physiological changes.”
“Shoot.”
“Well, first off, whatever the ultimate end-result of this transformation actually is, we have been physiologically altered in more profound ways. I noticed it when I was examining Colonel McCrea this morning.”
“Is it bad?” I asked in a worried tone.
“I… No, I do not believe so,” she replied in an uncertain voice. “But it is… interesting.” She thought for a second, and then tried to explain. “When you are with the President – I mean, when you are engaged in coitus – you are aggressive and physically dominating, yes?”
“Yeah,” I replied suspiciously. “Why? Is that a problem?”
“No, of course not, Master. But just a cursory, optical examination of the President reveals that she is able to recover from far more punishing physical abuse than from which she should realistically be able to recover. And the Colonel is healing from her injury at a prodigious rate.”
“I don’t understand.”
Lam raised herself up, pressing her palms into my chest as she looked me in the eye – a move that seated her pussy more fully on my still stiff cock. “I mean that, physically, we are able to withstand much more punishment, and recover in a far shorter period of time, than we should be able to withstand or recover.”
“I… Are you saying that we are…” I struggled to wrap my brain around what she was saying, wishing that she could actually just speak in plain English when in Doctor Mode. “We’re all super-healers, or something like that?” I finally asked.
“Yes. At least, we females are. With an injury as severe as the Colonel received, it should take six to eight weeks until she is ambulatory,” she explained. “And as physically aggressive as you have been with the President, she should be evidencing the low-grade physical aftereffects for several days. However, the Colonel is healing rapidly and should be fully ambulatory once again in a few weeks, as opposed to months. And the President seemingly recovers from any physical damage she incurs while with you overnight.”
“I… So what does that mean?”
Lam sighed and put her chin back onto her flattened hands, a look of frustration crossing her delicate face. “I do not know,” she replied in a frustrated tone. “It does not make any sense! I am coming to the conclusion that we have been… re-designed for a specific purpose, but I just do not have enough information!”
“What do you need to find out more?” I asked gently as I wrapped my arms around her tiny form.
“I need diagnostic equipment, a lab in which to conduct tests, and much more advanced equipment than I am currently able to access,” she replied.
“Huh.” I thought for a second, and mentally shrugged. “Would a hospital give you something like that?”
“Probably.”
“Okay then,” I replied. “I was going to propose that tomorrow some of us head out to check out the surrounding buildings. I’ll keep my eyes peeled for something that might be of some use. Hopefully we can find something nearby.”
The Asian girl smiled widely, and she wrapped her arms around my chest and hugged me tight. “Thank you, Master,” she said. She gave one more wriggle to her hips, and my shrinking cock fell from her well-used pussy with a wet slurp of girl-juices and boy-spunk. “Slave is happy.”
Slave… When did she start calling herself that? I didn’t let her see my frown as I stroked her hair and she purred happily. The frank sex-talk about fetishes among the girls, the super-healing abilities, the strange shifts in behavior not only in Lam but among Meg and Lilly and all the girls… Is this something I need to worry about? I kept my thoughts to myself, but decided that I really needed to pay closer attention to my charges.
The clouds had finally fallen away and the sun was kissing the horizon as I relaxed outside the apartment, enjoying the warm summer air as I rested my feet on the railing. The rest of the evening had passed quickly after I had made Lam my little pre-teen cum dumpster – Lillian had tracked us down to drag us out for dinner, catching the pair of us as we were getting redressed. The good doctor had evidently planned her ravaging far in advance as she retrieved a pair of shorts and a somewhat oversized dress shirt from under my bed. “Hmm,” I observed as I tugged my jeans up my legs, carefully tucked my cock in, and buttoned the front. “I see that someone has taken to stashing clothes in appropriate places.”
“I am just trying to be proactive, Master,” she replied with a saucy grin. The little girl settled her panties around her hips, ignoring the tiny wet spot that spread between her legs as a bit of my spunk oozed out of her well-fucked slit, and shrugged the shirt over her narrow shoulders. “After all, you never know when you might have need of a change of clothes.”
“Right…”
I was about to say more, but we were interrupted by a knock at the door. “Master, Lam,” Lillian said softly as she opened the door, “are you decent?”
“I do not think Master is ever decent,” Lam said brightly.
“That’s true,” the Latina with a little laugh as she stuck her head inside. Mr. Pibb squirmed her furry way through the slight gape between door and doorframe, skittered inside, and sniffed at my feet for a moment before barking up a storm. “Rachel wanted to let everyone know that dinner is ready,” Lillian added. I might have been mistaken, but I could swear that she held a tiny note of jealousy in her eyes as she took in the mussed-up sheets and our semi-dressed state.
We finished shrugging on our clothes and headed out in search of sustenance. The dinner was only partially inedible – evidently Rachel had been practicing, and while it wasn’t gourmet fare by any stretch of the imagination she had managed to put together something of a Mexican feast that wasn’t horrible. The conversation was light and easy, although in my hyper-vigilant state sparked by the general weirdness with Lam I did detect some strangeness. Meg managed to make her way out of Lesbian Country on her own on a pair of crutches that somebody had retrieved from one of the apartments, and her generally positive attitude and ease of movement reminded me of the doctor’s comment about the girls’ new-and-improved healing abilities. Rachel and Abby were cordial towards each other, and although I did notice a tiny little undercurrent of hostility I decided to let it pass without comment as they didn’t let it get out of hand. Lam and Lillian giggled as they shared a whispered conversation, and I caught the word ‘Master’ more than once.
But the weirdest one of all was Paisley. The little girl immediately planted herself to my right the second I took my chair, and all throughout dinner she seemed like she wanted to ask me something, wanted to hold some deep conversation with me about some critically important subject. However, every time I tried to engage her she withdrew, blushed deeply and focused on her food. Mister Pibb was planted firmly on the floor between the two of us and waited patiently with an expectant look, and more than once I caught the little girl discretely dropping bits of her dinner onto the floor for the puppy, who didn’t let a single morsel hit the carpet. I glanced at the other girls, who merely smirked a bit before ignoring the situation and returning to whatever conversation they were having at the moment.
Generally it was a somewhat surreal meal, and I was actually relieved when the girls kicked me onto the balcony with a cold beer so that they could clean up. This is getting complicated, I groused as I settled down into my chair and stared off over the quiet, damp countryside. Everyone’s acting weirder than ususal. What’s going on here?
“Sunset on the porch, a beer in your hand,” Meg’s southern drawl echoed through the open patio door. “All you need now is a cigar and someone suckin’ you off, and you’ll be livin’ the dream.”
“I already am living the dream,” I shot back with a wry smile. I looked over my shoulder and watched as the tiny redhead made her wobbly way onto the balcony her crutches, her splinted leg cocked behind her as she slowly shuffled her way out. “We all are. Here we are, living in a penthouse apartment in an exclusive community, a fleet of cars at our fingertips, a harem of pre-teen sex-kittens willing to do disgusting things to get me off…”
“Heh. Goddamn things,” the Colonel groused with a sour look on her face as she dropped onto the other chair and let the crutches clatter to the concrete. “Fuckin’ hate ‘em,,” she elaborated as she glared at the wooden supports next to her.
“At least you’re able to move around,” I pointed out.
“There is that,” she admitted. Meg was quiet for a moment as she too looked out over the still terrain, and then took a breath. “Okay, so tomorrow I hear you’re planning on heading out,” she began.
“Yup.” I dropped my feet from the railing and sat up. “It’s about time. We’re almost done clearing out this place, and we need to start thinking about exploring out there. We don’t know what’s even in those things,” I explained as I pointed to the cluster of buildings that made up the office park across from the towers, “let alone what’s lurking in other buildings around town. Hell, we don’t even know what buildings are out there. I think we need to start finding out.”
“Yeah, we have been kinda hiding out in here for a while, haven’t we?” The redhead scooted her chair to one side and leaned forward, an intense look on her face. “Mike, there’s some things we need to talk about,” she began in a serious voice.
Crap, here it comes… “Shoot,” I said in a tone a lot more jovial and relaxed than I felt.
“Okay, you asked for it…” She thought for a second, and then shrugged as she decided to dive right on in. “I haven’t decided when yet, but we’re gonna fuck sometime soon.”
“Oh… kay,” I replied slowly.
“I haven’t decided when, but soon,” she repeated, almost as if she were trying to convince herself that it would happen as much as she was informing me. “But you’ve got something else to worry about.”
“What’s that?”
“The kid is gonna throw herself at you tonight.”
I opened my mouth to reply, but stopped my words as the impact of what Meg was saying sank into my brain. “Define… ‘throw herself,’” I said slowly.
“I mean she’s spent the entire day talking about sex with the other girls. Hell,” she added with a small smirk, “she even asked me about boys ‘n girls doin’ it! Like I’d know…” The redhead gave a little laugh and slouched in her chair, extending her legs out before her. “But I just thought that I should give you a ‘head’s up’ that you’re gonna have to deal with a mental virgin who’s decided that you’re her one true love, and had no idea how to do what she wants to do.”
“Great,” I grumped morosely. “Any advice?”
“Try not to scare her with that massive tool of yours,” Meg replied with a laugh. “And wait until at least the second date before you tie her up and spank her ass.”
“Thanks. Helpful as always,” I muttered wryly. “Anything else?”
“Oh, yeah. So tomorrow, when you’re heading out, who are you planning to take?”
“Hadn’t really thought about it,” I admitted. I leaned forward and looked out over the forest below, my eyes flicking from building to dark building as I pondered the question in my head. “I was considering you, but with your leg as bad as it is…”
“Actually, I think that’s a good idea,” she quickly interjected. “Look, I’ll admit that I’m not exactly fast on my feet right now, but we weren’t planning on actually going on into the buildings, right? I mean, this is just a quick-and-dirty recon, right?”
“Right.”
“Well then, as long as I stay in the car I can provide fire support. Plus I want to see what sort of construction equipment is out there, to build up our amateur fortress.”
“Are you sure you just don’t want to get out of the towers ‘cause you’re going bat-shit crazy just sitting around?” I asked with a tiny grin.
“Okay, that too,” she admitted with a grin that matched my own as she raised her beer in a salute. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the girls...”
“I know you do,” I quickly added as my grin widened. “The walls aren’t that thick.”
“Wiseass. I love ‘em,” she continued, “but if I have the doc hovering over me, or Hot Pants giving me pitying looks while she brings me food, or the kid plying me with questions that I just don’t have the answers to, well…”
“Got it. If Lam says it’s okay, then I don’t have a problem. Should we bring anyone else?”
“Mmm… Probably not.” Meg scratched her chin and frowned slightly as she thought about the question. “This’ll just be a quick recon strike to get the lay of the land, not an expedition. I think we need to move fast and light, see what’s out there, and then get back. We can let the others know what’s what, and take it from there.”
“Okay, sounds like a plan. Rachel won’t like it much, she wanted to go to the mall. And I’m sure the others probably want to get out of the apartment.”
“Soon.” The redhead leaned forward and looked out over the parking lot, her gaze flicking from car to parked car, before sliding over to the community center/pool. “We’re probably going to have to clear out that place before too long,” she remarked as she pointed with her chin. “That might solve a lot of problems.”
“Really?” I too leaned forward and scanned the building. It was set apart from the towers about fifty feet, raised up slightly on its own little hillock, and sat dark and silent. “Why do you say that?”
“Well, I’ve been thinking about it, and I started thinking that it might be a bit of a massive undertaking to try and secure all the towers,” the Colonel replied. “I mean, think about it… We’ll have to find something tall enough to act as walls, move those things into position, and do a hell of a lot of landscaping to sink the things deep enough to stand up to a Feral attack. Add on top of that, we need to find a way to secure the river side from any unwanted guests. And guess who’s gonna be doing all that work?” she added with a grin as she slid a knowing look in my direction.
“Urgh,” I muttered. “That does sound like a lot of work. So, what’s bringing on all this rethinking?”
“It was our conversation a few days ago, about the water situation. For now we still have water in this place,” she explained as she sat back and waved vaguely in the direction of the open door behind her chair, “but we won’t for long. I have no idea where this place is drawing from, but if it’s from a municipal water system, well, it won’t be drawing for much longer. And as high up as we are, we have to have power to work the pumps to draw the stuff up ten flights. It’s a very complicated system, and that’s even before we start taking anything like busted pipes into the mix.” She sighed and slouched in her seat, sticking her thin, bare legs out before her as she glowered at the splint around her calf. “Everything up here is dependent on power, from the water, to transport, to cooking, to everything. I don’t know how the fucking panels up on the roof work, and if they go out…”
I thought about her arguments as she trailed off, and neither of us said anything for a long while as we glowered out over the dusky, shadowy parking lot. In the distance the setting sun gleamed off a large, glass-paneled building, and dots danced in my vision as I frowned. “Everything you’re saying makes sense,” I conceded. “So, you think that we should instead concentrate on getting the pool house secured and use that as a base of operations, instead of trying to secure all the towers?”
“Well, I think we should still secure the towers, but maybe move our base of operations downstairs,” she said in a decisive tone. “That makes a helluva lot more sense than trying to bite off all we need to do in order to build a super-fortress up here. That is probably something like a mult-year project, considering you’d be doin’ most of it by yourself.”
“Hey, since when did I become the group work-horse?” I asked wryly.
“What, you expect us dainty little girls to actually lift heavy things and use tools?” Meg fluttered her eyelashes and faked something of a simper, but the gleam in her eye told me that it was all an act. At a faint rustling from inside the open door she turned and looked over her shoulder, and I saw Lillian slip onto the balcony out of the corner of my eye. “Everything ready in there?” she asked the Latina.
“Yup.” The President glanced over at me and smirked. “She’s terrified but determined,” she added to the redhead.
“What have you done?” I asked suspiciously.
“We have done our best to prepare Paisley for her encounter with you,” Lam added as she stuck her head through the door. “But there are some things you should know, Master,” she elaborated as she stepped through the portal and planted herself on my lap.
“First of all, you can’t be as aggressive as you normally are with us, Mike,” Lillian explained. “She might look like the rest of us, but mentally she’s only about ten.”
“Probably less than that,” the doctor explained. “I would estimate that, mentally, she is somewhere around six years old.”
“Right, so that means if you get as rough with her as with the rest of us, you’ll probably freak her out and scare the hell out of her.” Lillian glanced over her shoulder as a faint rustling came from within the apartment, and pitched her voice lower. “She keeps saying that she wants it in the butt, but she’s probably not ready for that yet,” she explained. “Best keep it kind-of vanilla tonight.”
“Give her a lot of positive reinforcement,” Lam added. “She is already frightened that you will reject her.”
“Try to be as kind and loving as possible. Pretend it’s more like a seduction instead of a ‘sure thing.’ She’ll respond, both physically and emotionally. But don’t get too aggressive until she’s used to you, ‘cause it can be terrifying.”
“Rachel and Abigail have been ‘coaching’ her, but she is still a child after all. She will not know what she is supposed to do, so you will have to take the lead, Master.”
“Be rough, but not too rough,” Lillian advised as she furrowed her brow in concentration.
“Be loving, but not too loving,” Lam added as she too thought carefully about the situation.
“And make sure she cums,” the President said with finality. “That’s important.”
My mouth gaped open as my attention ping-ponged between the two girls and I tried to order the bizarre series of suggestions in my head. “I…” I stammered for a moment before I realized that I had no idea what I wanted to say. “Do you have any advice?” I finally asked the grinning Meg.
“Jes’ try not to scare the shit outta her,” the redhead advised. With a grunt she levered herself out of her chair, accepted the crutches that Lillian retrieved from the balcony, and started to hobble her way back inside. “She’s gonna be scared enough staring eye-to-eye with that massive breeder dick o’ yers lunging at her like a monster from a horror movie.”
“Oh, thank you so much for the help.” At the same time Lam gave a delightful little wriggle to her backside, gave me a quick peck on the lips, and hopped off my lap with a tiny smile that contained hints of things to come. As the girls made their way back inside I leaned forward, folded my forearms on the railing, and scowled into the distance through sightless eyes. Christ, this whole situation is weird enough, but NOW I have to seduce a little girl? Behind me came the sounds of domesticity as the girls cleaned up after dinner and someone slipped a movie into the DVD player. How the Hell did I end up in this situation?
Still, a flash of Paisley – tiny, sweet, adorable, trusting, and oh-so sexy, lounging at my feet and clad only in an oversized dress shirt that rode far too high up her skinny legs and was unbuttoned down to her navel, looking up at me with an innocent smile as I caught the quickest of glimpses of her stiff nipple – lurched into my brain, and the stirring of my cock at the thought that she would be my bedroom playmate for the night chased away my moral questions in an instant.
I sat on the edge of the bed and wondered what the Hell I should be doing as I waited. So, how’s this gonna work? I asked myself as I shifted position and leaned back slightly. Is she going to be in here alone, or are the other girls going to be coaching her? I crossed my legs, uncrossed them, and hunched forward. “That’s all we need,” I muttered with a crooked, wry grin as an image of Paisley and I on the bed, fully engaged in a hardcore session, while the other girls stood around and offered their suggestions and color commentary. No, that’s not gonna happen, I concluded. Still, I just wasn’t sure what tonight was going to be... and that made me a little nervous.
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime of waiting, there came a tiny, tentative knock at the door. “Uhm, Mister Mike?” a scared little voice asked through the panel.
“Hi Paisley,” I called out, working hard to keep any sort of tremor out of my voice. “C’mon in.”
The door opened, and I caught a quick glimpse of Rachel and Abby through the portal as Paisley slipped on in. I have to admit that they had done a fabulous job on the girl… The eight-year-old was dressed in a tiny little mini-skirt that fluttered about her narrow hips, and a blouse made of a flimsy, filmy fabric that was vaguely see-through was draped over her shoulders and buttoned from her navel to her chest. A pair of two-inch heels made her wobble a bit as she took an unsteady step, and the platinum blonde steadied her with a gentle hand as she whispered some last-minute instructions into the girl’s ear. Rachel had evidently been teaching the brunette the finer points of makeup, and her face was a gorgeous mask of plump, shiny lips, smoky eye-shadow, and long, fluttering lashes. Her long, jet-black hair was twisted into a complicated-looking French braid that curled over one shoulder, giving her the effect of an elegant little princess. Still, she held an almost terrified look in her eye as she took another unsteady step, pushing the door closed behind her on the two smirking blondes. “Uhm, hello,” she said in a tiny, shy voice.
“Why, hello, k… Sweetheart,” I replied. I felt my cock stir under my sweat pants as I hungrily eyed the nervous girl. “You look very nice,” I added in what I hoped was a kind, comforting tone.
“Thank you,” she replied with a tiny smile as she blushed and ducked her head. I could see the wheels in her mind turning as she tried to remember everything that the other girls had taught her, and I had to stifle a grin of amusement as she placed one tiny hand on the bureau next to the door, leaned over slightly, and cocked one hip. “I thought that I’d dress up real nice when I came to talk to you,” she recited as she remembered most of the first line of her memorized ‘script’ and nailed the words.
“Well, I appreciate it,” I remarked. I slowly got up off the mattress, careful not to make any sudden movements, and crossed over to her. Paisley almost seemed to shrink as I drew closer, and I made sure to stop several feet from her. “So, why don’t we have a seat and talk about what you wanted to talk about,” I added as I held out my hand to her. Paisley stared at me for a second before she gave a little start and stood up. Tentatively taking my hand, she blushed furiously as I gently led her over to the mattress. I let her take her seat and then joined her, sitting close. “So, what did you want to talk about?” I asked gently as I reached out and stroked her spine.
The brunette shivered at my touch, but with a steely resolve she didn’t flinch or move away. “Uhm…” she stammered as she tried to remember her next line. “I think… that it would be a good idea… to talk about the cars down there,” she finally managed to say. At the same time I noticed that she tried to surreptitiously tug up the hem of her skirt, exposing more of her bone-white, stick-thin thighs to my gaze.
Holy crap, she is so fucking ADORABLE!!! The sight of the eight-year-old, dressed to impress and trying to carry herself like a grown-up seductress while so obviously terrified and confused and so young, made me want to just give her a big hug – followed by a hard fucking. It was only through herculean effort that I managed to push down my growing lust and instead merely pat one bare thigh. “I think that’s a very good idea,” I replied. Paisley shivered as I stroked her flesh, and I marveled at how smooth and silky her skin felt beneath my fingers. “So, what about the cars?”
“Uhm…” I could see the confusion on her face as she struggled to remember her next line. “I think that we should try to find keys,” she stammered lamely. “’Cause…”
I could feel her embarrassment rising even higher as she struggled to articulate her script, and between her burning, blushing skin and her obvious nervousness she looked delightfully charming. I made a snap decision to help her out, and when she turned to look in my face I leaned in and kissed her. Paisley stiffened when my lips met hers, but after a moment she relaxed and returned my kiss, her lips parting as she moaned a breathy, sexy little-girl moan of desire into my mouth. I supported her back with one arm as I slid my other hand up her thigh, stroking her trembling leg as I feasted on her.
The instant I broke the kiss she blushed even deeper and ducked her head slightly. “That was real nice, Mister Mike,” she whispered in a barely audible voice.
“It was,” I agreed. Paisley tasted sweet, a combination of delicious little girl and minty toothpaste, and without hesitation I kissed her again. She responded as she relaxed a bit, wrapping her arms around my neck as she leaned into me. At the same time I gently laid her down, leaning over her tiny, trembling form as we made out. She was still scared, still unsure of what she was doing or what was happening, but her body instinctively responded to my touch as her tiny nipples grew rock-hard and poked through the sheer fabric of her top, and with a growing sense of arousal I slid my hand across her chest and felt them cut into my palm.
“Are you gonna touch my tickle, Mister Mike?” she asked in a breathy voice.
Tickle? Ah… “Yes, I am, sweetie,” I said gently. With slow, deliberate strokes I moved my hand back down to her thighs. Her legs parted on instinct, and I slid my fingers under the tiny miniskirt wrapped around her hips. The closer my pads got to her cotton-covered pussy the warmer it felt, until my fingertips were resting squarely on her cunny and the heat practically seared the flesh from my hand. The instant I made contact she jerked and her thighs tried to snap shut, but my forearm prevented them from closing all the way. “Just relax, darling,” I said softly as I gave her another kiss. “I won’t hurt you.”
“I’m really scared,” she admitted as she trembled beneath me. “Is it gonna hurt?”
“Maybe,” I replied honestly. “But it will feel real good at the same time. Do you want to stop?” Oh, you BETTER not want to stop…
“N… no,” she admitted. She screwed her eyes shut and kissed me, raising her head up off the mattress to feast on my kiss. At the same time I gently stroked the fabric beneath my fingertips, feeling the heat of her sex soaking into my digits. And that’s all I felt… I couldn’t sense anything through the cotton, couldn’t feel her pussy at all, and for a moment I wondered if she had anything down there. But evidently there was, because she twitched and squeaked into my mouth. “Mister Mike, you’re making my tickle feel weird,” she gasped.
“Good weird, or bad weird?” I asked.
“Good!” she exclaimed. An uncertain look filled her blue eyes, and she gnawed on her lip. “I don’t know what to do,” she added in a humiliated tone.
“That’s okay, sweetie,” I replied with a smile. I slid my hand out from under her skirt and up to her flat belly, stroking her tummy through the sheer, silky fabric covering her body. “I’m gonna take off your clothes now, so that I can see just how pretty you are.”
“I’m not pretty,” she mumbled as I started to unbutton her blouse. “I’m ugly!”
“No, you’re not,” I said with just a touch of heat. I kissed her as I managed to get three buttons undone through touch alone, and gave her belly a little stroke. “You are very pretty. Maybe the prettiest little girl I’ve ever seen.”
“Really?” she asked in a hopeful tone.
Two more buttons, and her blouse sagged open around her torso. “Yes, you are,” I insisted as I flicked open the front of her top. I glanced down her body, my eyes hungrily drinking in her smooth skin, her concave belly, and the twin nubbins that poked out invitingly from her flat chest. “You have a beautiful body, and you’re making me really, really happy,” I added as I placed my palm on her belly.
She raised one hand, hesitated, and then reached out to rest her palm on my erection. My cock was painfully hard, throbbing beneath her touch, and she shivered as she stroked my shaft through my sweat pants. Paisley’s eyes grew wide, and she actually whimpered a bit as she felt the weight of my rod. “It’s really big!” she gasped in surprise. “How’s it gonna go in me?”
“Well,” I began. I leaned forward and kissed her again, flicking one nipple with my fingertips as she squirmed beneath me. “It will, because it’s how your body is made.” I ducked my head down and ran my tongue over her other nipple, and was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure. “Girl’s tickles are supposed to be tight, so they can feel it when a boy puts it in them. Do you understand?”
“Uh uh,” she replied.
I gave a little laugh. “That’s okay, sweetie. It just will.” I gave her another kiss, and then lifted her up for a moment with my arm. “And you’ll feel really, really good when it does,” I added as I helped her shrug out of her blouse. “Do you want me to make you feel really good?”
“Uh huh.” Paisley gave a little nod as she blushed and ducked her head. “Rachel says that the best part is when your boy-stuff spurts into my tummy,” she added. “Are you gonna spurt your stuff in me?”
“That’s what I’m planning,” I admitted with a grin. I ran my fingertips around the waistband of her skirt and was pleased to discover that it was merely held on by four large buttons down one side, and with nimble fingers I pushed them through the holes. The little girl helped me tug away the thing by lifting her hips slightly, and I tossed the skirt onto the floor next to her blouse. “With a girl as pretty as you are, I’m probably gonna spurt a whole lot of stuff into you,” I added with a grin. Paisley smiled shyly, and relaxed a bit more. I slid back up and resumed kissing her as my hand slipped down between her legs. The eight-year-old whimpered in my mouth as I stroked the cleft between her thighs, and she squirmed her hips as she grew more aroused. “I’m gonna take off your panties now,” I told the girl.
A terrified look flashed across her face, but her uncertainty vanished in an instant as she blushed again and gave a little nod. The little girl lifted her hips as I slid her panties down her legs, and as I tossed the no-longer-needed underwear onto the floor she pressed her thighs together to keep from exposing her girlish charms. “I… What do I do next, Mister Mikey?” she asked as she blushed furiously. “I don’t know what to do.”
“That’s okay, sweetheart,” I said gently. I softly stroked her thighs, and then slipped my hands between her knees. With a gently pressure I encouraged her legs to part as I lightly kissed her tummy. “I just want you to feel real good.”
The girl giggled and squirmed a bit as my chin tickled her belly, but she allowed me to move her into position. “Are you gonna kiss my tickle just like the other girls do?” she asked in a small little voice. “’Cause I didn’t know that boys did that.”
“Well, they do it for special, good girls,” I said with a smile. “Like you.” I moved my kisses lower and lower, drinking in her little-girl scent, until I was nestled between her thighs. Paisley’s slit was a tiny, featureless little dark line between her legs, little more than a dime on edge. Slowly I spread her pussy, and the brunette gasped as she felt my warm breath wash over her sex. Her inner flesh gleamed in the dim light of the room, looking small and wet and slick and oh-so tasty – and without another word I slid my face an inch closer and ran the tip of my tongue across her clit.
Paisley gasped and her hips jerked, and it was only my hands pressing them apart that kept her thighs from snapping shut around my head like a bear trap. “Oh!” she squeaked as her entire body trembled. “I… I’m sorry,” she said softly.
“Why are you apologizing?” I asked, and then ran my tongue up the length of her tiny, undeveloped slit.
“Ah! ‘Cause I keep trying to shut my legs! I don’ wanna,” she explained, “but I can’t stop!”
“That’s okay, sweetie,” I replied. I lapped at her pussy once more, and she twitched again at the touch of my tongue. “Little girls can’t help it, you’re just doing what come naturally.”
“But when a daddy wants to fuck his baby girl she has to do whatever he says and be happy,” she explained in a serious tone of voice that was so ludicrous that I had to stifle a bark of laughter. “’N Rachel ‘n Abby said that I had to take whatever you do like a big girl, ‘cause you’re the boy ‘n I’m the girl, ‘n girls only exist to get fucked,” she added, blushing furiously as much from the words coming from her mouth as her exposed position.
“Well, you just let me make you feel real good.” I dropped my face back between her thighs and lapped at her pussy in earnest, running the tip of my tongue from the tight folds blocking her inner channel from the outside all the way up to her tiny, adorable little clit. Paisley let her hands fall to her sides as she twisted the sheet in her grip, and tiny little moans of pleasure leaked from between her lips as she rolled her hips. The pressure on my hands ceased as she surrendered to her tongue-lashing, and I slid on fingertip down to stroke her inner folds as I suckled at her nubbin.
As I began to worm my digit inside of her I discovered that the little girl was tight – far tighter than any of the other girls I was currently fucking. Jesus, she almost feels like a virgin! I thought to myself as I managed to slip my middle finger inside of her to the second knuckle. Paisley loved the sensations roiling through her body because of my attentions, and she subconsciously raised her hips off the mattress as she offered more of herself to me. The thought of her tightness coupled with her scent and her movements was raising me even higher, and my cock felt painfully hard in my sweats as I slowly fingerfucked the horny pre-teen.
“Oh, Mister Mikey, it feels so good!” she whimpered as a tiny shudder ran through her body. I squirmed my finger about inside of her, luxuriating in the rough slickness that was her cunt, and worried the tip of my tongue against her clit. “How come it feels so good if it’s so dirty?” she gasped.
“’Cause it’s not dirty,” I mumbled around her pussy. “You’re a good, pretty girl who’s doing sexy stuff with her boyfriend, and that’s making you happy.”
“Wha?” Paisley tensed, and for a moment I was afraid that I pushed her too far and scared the hell out of her… but a glance up her nude body to her face put that fear to rest in an instant. The little girl was looking down at me, her eyes wide and filled with devotion and adoration. “Are you my boyfriend, daddy?” she asked in a trembling voice.
Daddy? “Uhm, yeah, you are,” I replied. I squirmed my finger a bit, and was rewarded with a gasp and a squirm of her hips. “Am I your daddy?” I volleyed back.
“Uhm, not really my daddy, Mister Mike,” she said. Her eyes fluttered half-closed and she sagged back onto the mattress as her thighs willingly parted, giving me full access to her tiny hole. “But I want you to be my daddy ‘n my boyfriend,” she added, her words dripping with embarrassment.
“Well then,” I said with a smile as I slid back up her body, “I’ll be both.” I kissed her and she returned the buss with heat of her own as she rolled her hips around my finger, moaning as she felt it squirm inside her pussy. “I’ll be your daddy-boyfriend. Would you like that?”
“Uh huh,” she replied with a nod. “Are you gonna fuck me now, daddy?” she added in a breathy voice.
“Yes, I will, sweetie.” I gave her one last kiss, and then clambered off the mattress. As Paisley lay there, her legs spread wide and the heat of her arousal flushing her skin a bright pink, I tugged at the tie holding up my sweats and rolled them down my thighs. My cock bounced free, jutting from my body at the little girl and bouncing gently as I stepped out of my pants.
“Wow, it’s so big!” she exclaimed in a terrified voice as I climbed back up onto the bed. “It’s never gonna fit in me!”
“Sure it will, sweetie!” But in truth I too was wondering if it would fit inside of her… Between her diminutive stature, the tight, underdeveloped nature of her pussy, and the size of my cock, it seemed like an impossible task. Fuck, this thing’s almost as big as her forearm! I thought as I knelt between her splayed thighs. Gotta be careful here… “But I want to make sure you’re safe,” I added. I leaned over and gave her one more kiss, letting my cock rest gently on her tummy as I feasted on her lips. “So we’re gonna do it with you on top. Okay?”
“Okay,” she agreed in a tiny, terrified voice. I gave her one last kiss and then rolled over onto my back, and the tiny brunette clambered on top of me. “What do I do, daddy?” she asked as she straddled my hips, my cock jutting up almost as far as her ribcage as she stared down at it in terror.
“It’s easy,” I explained. “First, get a good hold of my dick.” The eight-year-old wrapped her fingers around my shaft, her hands so small that she couldn’t get them around all the way. “Okay, now go up a little bit and put your cunny on the tip,” I continued.
“Like this?” she asked. Paisley was a quick study, and with the agility of youth she raised herself up and balanced her pussy on the end of my cock. The heat of her slit caused my prick to twitch, and she jumped a little bit as she felt the movement in both her palms and her sex. “What was that?” she exclaimed in a panicked tone.
“That just means you’re doing it right, sweetie,” I quickly replied. “Now, wriggle it back ‘n forth to get it situated right,” I added.
The brunette did so, and her breathing quickened as the tip of my cock slipped between just past the entrance to her sex. “It’s making my tickle feel weird, like when you put your finger in!” she remarked in surprise.
“That’s right, sweetie! Now, just do it slow, but just let your body slide on down.”
“O… okay.” The little girl looked dubious, but she nonetheless followed my orders. A pained look crossed her face as she sank a half-inch down on my cock, her teeth bared as she hissed in discomfort. “It really hurts, daddy!” she whimpered.
“I know it does, but just keep going and it’ll feel real good,” I replied. I reached up and stroked her body, flicking her tiny nipples and running my fingers across her sweat-slicked flesh, as she pushed more of herself down onto me. One inch, two… Each inch of my shaft that slid inside of her caused her to moan even louder, and then with a suddenness that surprised me she cried out and forced herself down on me all the way. “Ow daddy ow daddy ow,” she chanted as she gasped for breath and trembled on top of me, eight inches of my rod spearing into her no-longer-virginal cunt.
“Good girl, such a good girl,” I whispered as I stroked her cheek. Paisley collapsed down on me, moaning slightly as she tried to get used to a thick, hard cock in her pre-teen pussy, and trembled as I wrapped my arms around her. “You’re such a good girl!” I insisted.
“It hurts but I don’ wanna stop,” she whimpered. “What do I do?”
“Squirm your hips a bit, sweetie,” I suggested. The brunette did so, and I was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure as the walls of her straining cunt shifted around my cock. “You see how good that feels?”
“Uh huh!”
“Well, just keep doing that until you think you can bounce up and down,” I explained. The pre-teen didn’t respond but did do as she was told, and I kissed her as she rolled her hips and loosened up her pussy. Each roll tore a whimper of agonized pleasure from her throat, each shift of my cock inside of her ripped a tremble from her body, and then with a suddenness she stiffened in my arms and I felt the walls of her cunt clench tightly around my shaft as she came with a sob. “You see how good it feels?” I whispered, unsure if she could actually hear my words in her state of mind.
“Uh huh!” she replied weakly. “I’m gonna bounce now, daddy,” she added as she slowly, weakly levered herself up. Planting her palms on my chest, she gazed down at me with sheer adoration as she raised her hips slightly and then brought herself back down on top of me. The little girl did it again, and again, and again, slowly getting accustomed to my cock inside of her, her eyes locked on mine as she drank in my face. “It hurts daddy, but it feels good!” she whimpered in surprise as her movements grew more aggressive.
“I know, sweetie,” I gasped. “You’re gonna make me spurt in you if you do that more! You want that, right?”
Paisley didn’t reply, but instead increased the tempo of her humping. The tiny brunette threw her head back as she rolled her hips, forcing more and more of my raging cock into her straining slit as she impaled her trembling body onto me. Her fingers curled into claws that dug into my chest, and I had to fight my instincts to grip her neck and slap her face as the brilliant pain her scraping fingernails cause blossomed on my skin. The little girl was teetering on the edge of something as her blue eyes rolled into the back of her skull and sweat gleamed on her body as her flat chest heaved and she felt the sensations of her first fucking coursing through her confused, pre-teen body. “Ah! Hurts! Hurts! Ah! Ah! Ah!” she chanted, each word torn from her throat as I bottomed out inside of her and the tip of my prick popped against her cervix.
Then her chin dropped to her chest as she hunched her shoulders and her entire body tensed, and the thin, high-pitched keening mewling from her throat signaled that she was crashing into the throes of her second orgasm of the evening. The sight of her eight-year-old body on display before my hungry eyes, the feeling of her pre-teen pussy stroking my throbbing cock, the sheer wanton vision of the little girl shuddering and helpless as she became a woman spiked my lust, and with a growl I gripped her shoulders tightly and pushed into her as deep as possible. As the pigtailed brunette shuddered and whimpered and struggled to stay conscious my balls contracted and I sent jet after jet of white-hot seed splurting past her wide-open cervix and straight into her womb.
Paisley collapsed atop of me, her entire body going limp as the crashing tidal wave of her ‘first’ orgasm ebbed from her tiny form. She didn’t speak, didn’t say a word, but instead just trembled and whimpered as she clung to me, pressing her hips down to make sure I didn’t slip out of her straining, spunk-filled pussy. I too was gasping for breath, my rasping matching hers in both tempo and intensity, as I tried to reconcile the sheer intensity of the little girl’s pleasure. “Hey, kiddo,” I said in a soft, gentle tone as I stroked her bare, sweat-slicked back.
“Hey, Mister Mike,” she replied softly. She turned her head and planted her chin in my collarbone, gazing up at me with wide, adoring eyes. “I’m glad you’re my daddy-boyfriend,” she added as she gave a little wriggle to her hips, rolling me around inside of her.
“Me too. You know I’m not really your daddy, right?” Oh, shit, I hope she’s doesn’t believe that…
“Uh huh,” she said with a half-nod. “Daddies who love their girls always put their peens into their cunnies, ‘cause it feels real good,” she explained in a serious tone. “’N girls who love their daddies always take their boy-stuff in their cunnies ‘cause it’s good for them, ‘n when they do it they’re a real family.”
“And where did you learn that?” I asked. I slid my hand down to cup on tiny, flat ass cheek, and Paisley wriggled happily as she purred, her rock-hard nubbins scratching across my chest. “You know a lot about daddies and daughters.”
“Well, I learned a bunch of it from talking to the other girls,” she said with a touch of shyness. “Rachel ‘n Abby n’ Lilly all tol’ me what to do when I come in here, ‘n Rachel tol’ me about daddies ‘n their little girls. About you, Daddy Mikey,” she added as she smiled.
“What exactly did she tell you, sweetie?” I asked as I tried to keep the suspicion out of my voice.
“Well,” she explained in a serious, factual tone as she squirmed a bit and slid her folded hands under her chin. “She tol’ me that daddies all have to spurt their boy-stuff in little girls, ‘n if I was a good girl then I’d let you spurt your boy-stuff in me. ‘N I have to do it every day, ‘cause that’s what good girls do. ‘N if I do it enough, I would figure out what my fetish is, which would make the spurting boy-stuff taste better ‘n make my tickle feel real, real good!” Her brow furrowed as a thought wandered into her brain, and she frowned a bit. “But daddy, if I always take your boy-stuff in my cunny then how can I taste it?” she asked.
“Ah… Well, sweetie, there’s this thing called a blowjob…”
“What’s that?” she interrupted.
“Well… When a girl likes a boy a whole lot…”
“Is that where I put my mouth on your peen?” she asked. She thought about it for a moment, and then she frowned in confusion. “But then how does my cunny feel good if your peen is in my mouth?”
“Ah…”
“’N what’s it mean if you ‘tear open my shitter?’ ‘Cause I heard Lilly ‘n Abby talkin’ about it when they thought I wasn’t listening, ‘n they said it was real good even if it did hurt a lot. They said it made them feel dirty, but it made you happy so they liked doin’ it. Why do girls like doing stuff that hurts, daddy?”
“Well…”
“’N if you only got one peen, then how can you put your boy-stuff into two girl’s cunnies?” She pushed her upper body erect, firmly sinking down onto my cock and filling her pre-teen pussy completely as she peppered me with questions.
“Sweetie…”
“Are you gonna make me your bitch?” she asked innocently. “’Cause I heard Lam ‘n Lilly talking, ‘n they both said that you’re real good at making them your bitch, ‘n then you pop their bellies with your boy-stuff.”
“Kiddo…”
“Are you gonna tie me up and pop my tummy with your boy-stuff too? ‘Cause how can I make you happy if I can’t move?”
The innocent, serious look on her face as the questions tumbled out of her mouth made me realize that, unlike the others, she had absolutely no concept of the nasty little games I was playing with the girls, and I felt a dull throbbing behind my eyes as I tried to keep track of her chattering stream-of-consciousness string of inquiries that never seemed to end. Oh, this is SO gonna get complicated, I thought as Paisley launched into a long, complicated question involving bondage and rape fantasies between ‘daddies’ and ‘their little girls.’ “Are you gonna make me your bitch, daddy, like you do to Lilly ‘n Abby ‘n Rachel ‘n Lammy?” she asked excitedly. “’Cause I think if they do it, then I wanna do it too! I want you to make me your bitch!”
And of course it didn’t help my train of thought that her slim, little-girl hips were subconsciously rolling around as she ground her pelvic bone and still-stiff clit against my groin. That, and both the tiny little gasps that punctuated her erotic questions, the scent of her sweat-slicked body and hard-fucked, no-longer-virginal pussy, and the sight of the pre-teen nymph pleasuring herself on my cock as she dove head-first into the mental world of boys and girls playing naked games together, ensured that my raging hard-on wouldn’t have the chance to shrink anytime soon.
“Please consult your doctor if you have an erection lasting longer than four hours,” Meg giggled as she slouched in the passenger seat.
“It’s not funny!” I grumped. I instinctively stopped the Audi at a powerless intersection, looked left, then right, and then left again before I slowly drove under the silent traffic signal. “I swear, she kept asking me all these questions about sex while humping me! I feel rubbed raw.”
“Aw, does the poor little breeder feel all used and abused?” The redhead peered out the mostly-closed window as the car slowly wound its way through the construction zone that was the entrance ramp to a small divided highway. “Is he gonna cry ‘cause his little pre-teen girlfriend asked him a bunch of hard questions while fucking his brains out?”
“You’re gonna cry,” I muttered darkly. I glanced over my left shoulder, realized that the moment I turned my head that there would be no oncoming traffic to negotiate as I merged, and simply drove onto the empty road.
Friday morning had dawned bright, sunny, and cloud-free… and by the time seven thirty had rolled around, the temperature was already hovering in the low nineties. I awoke with two tiny little feminine forms snuggled up against me – and after gracing Lam with a quick kiss, I then proceeded to take advantage of Paisley once more. The eight-year-old proved to be much more enthusiastic after spending the night with me, although she insisted I keep one hand clasped over her mouth to stifle her moans of pleasure and cries of agonized ecstasy, and the little brunette spared frequent glances over at the ‘sleeping’ Asian girl. I was almost thrown by the sheer kinky nature of the scene… A pre-teen Paisley spreading her legs for me and trying to keep from ‘waking’ an obviously faking Lam (who, for her part, surreptitiously fingered her own clit while I plowed into our bedmate). I guess it was fortunate that I was in no mood to think too deeply as my hormones were fully in charge, and within a few minutes I was emptying the contents of my balls into my shivering, orgasming pre-teen brunette ‘girlfriend-daughter.’ The small, secret smile on the doctor’s face told me that she had managed to take care of her urges as well – and I was very, very grateful that she didn’t feel the need to discuss our morning bedroom games.
One quick shower later, and I emerged to find the girls had already prepared breakfast. “G’morning, Mikey!” Rachel chirped as she gave me a quick peck on the lips. “Sleep well?”
“Yeah, Mike,” Abby echoed as she bumped the middle of my thigh with her hip as she passed by en route to the coffee. “Did’jya ‘sleep well?’” she echoed with a secretive smirk, although her question contained a lot more wicked implications than Rachel’s.
“None of your business,” I said in mock-sternness as I gave her a swat on her flat, panty-clad ass. As the platinum blonde squeaked and jumped away, Paisley snuggled up against my side, worming her way under my arm as she wrapped hers around my waist. “After all, good boys don’t go telling what they do with good girls now, do they?” I added as I gave the well-fucked brunette a one-armed hug.
“Uh uh,” she agreed as she blushed and gazed up at me with wide, adoring eyes.
“Well then, I guess she’s the only good one around here,” Meg’s voice sounded from the dining room. I looked over my shoulder and saw the Marine being helped into a chair by the President, a small look of annoyance on both of their faces. “After all, we bad girls had a nasty ol’ time last night. Didn’t we?” she added as she slapped Lillian across her ass.
“Megan!” The Latina actually jumped and skittered a few feet away, her normally dusky complexion darkening noticeably as she blushed. “Don’t be so crude!” she hissed as she glanced in my direction.
“Ya weren’t sayin’ that last night when I had my tongue buried in your cooze,” the Marine snickered with a wicked look on her face.
“I think that we should end all sex talk for now,” Lam remarked in a serious tone as she hopped up on a chair and peered at the kitchenette expectantly. “I, for one, am very hungry.”
I herded everyone over to the table, helped Rachel carry in some bowls and plates of food, and took a seat myself. The conversation was light as the girls chatted and teased one another, and the conversation turned to topics far removed from whom-was-sleeping-with-whom. Still, I couldn’t help but notice just how surreal the entire scene was… because of the heat and the humidity all the girls were wearing next to nothing, and to be honest it was incredibly distracting to glance down the table and see nothing but a sea of pre-teen girls clad only in panties, training bras, and a rather oversized sleeping tee that had a tendency to slip down over one slim should to expose a tiny little nipple. I kept my face neutral as I tried to reconcile the innocent nature of their words and actions with the sheer erotic nature of their lack-of-dress – and the knowledge that I had fucked five out of the six, the last one had been implying that she too was planning on joining in on the fun, and all of them kept coming back for more. So bizarre…
Afterwards we held a conversation on that morning’s expedition. Naturally, everyone wanted to join us in exploring the world outside the towers, but I laid down the law quickly. “This isn’t a shopping trip,” I explained.
“This is reconnaissance,” Meg added. “We’re gonna drive out to see what’s out there, then come back right away. Once we know where we want to go, we’ll then start taking trips out to steal what we can.”
“I wish you wouldn’t put it like that,” Lillian remarked with a little wince. She hitched up the collar of her oversized tee with one hand and added, “I am still the President, after all.”
“Fine,” the Marine said in an annoyed voice that made her sound like a snotty little girl (which I suppose she was). “We’ll ‘see what we can requisition,’ okay?”
“Better.”
“But why is Meg going, and not us?” Rachel asked with a tiny little whine in her voice. “I want to go too!”
“Me too!” added Abby.
“I don’t want you to go, Mister Mike!” Paisley said with a sniffle as a scared look crossed her face.
“Ladies…” I ran my hands through my sweat-slicked hair and tried to keep the exasperation out of my voice. “This isn’t up for debate. Meg and I are going because we can take care of any problems that develop, and if it’s just the two of us we won’t have to worry about you all.” At their dubious looks I sighed. “This won’t be for long, we’ll be back before you even miss us. And once we know what’s out there, we can better plan our next trip. And we will take you along next time,” I added.
“That might be smart,” Lillian remarked with a distant look in her eyes as the wheels turned in her mind. “After all, we don’t exactly know what’s out there.”
“We haven’t seen any Feral for about a week,” Rachel pointed out. “Maybe we’re safe.”
“Maybe,” Lam agreed. “But do we want to take that risk?”
The girls were silent for a bit, and everyone exchanged looks as we held a silent debate with each other. “Okay, fine,” Abby said petulantly as she slumped in her chair. “Mike ‘n Meg will do a recon. But tomorrow we’re hitting up the mall!”
“Oh, yeah,” Rachel agreed. She tried to hide it but I noticed that she tossed the platinum blonde an annoyed look out of the corner of her eye, almost as if she were annoyed to be in agreement with her ‘rival.’ “We’re gonna need to get some clothes ‘n stuff.”
“Actually, I was thinking more about shopping for Mike’s birthday present,” Abby replied, her voice containing a bit of an edge.
“Actually, we shall see what is available and what we need after Michael and the Colonel return,” Lam interjected. “We need to prioritize what we need.”
“We can do that while they’re gone,” Lillian said to the doctor.
“Okay, then it’s settled,” I declared as I tossed both Rachel and Abby a look that was just a bit stern. “We take the Hummer, and…”
“Nope, no go on that one,” Meg interrupted.
“Why?”
“We’re almost out of gas,” she explained. “Why don’t we take something else? After all,” she added as she waved an arm towards the gaping balcony door, “we’ve got an entire fucking fleet of things out there.”
“Smart,” I replied with a smile as I patted her arm. I could have been mistaken, but I could have sworn that the Marine ducked her head to hide a blush – a blush! – of happiness at my praise, but I decided to let it pass by without comment. “So where do we get the keys?”
“I’m on it,” Abby quickly said. The girl hopped off her chair and skittered down the hall to the overflow bedroom, returning in less than a minute with an oversized purse and a handful of pamphlets. “I’ve been thinking ahead,” she said with the tiniest of hopeful smiles, and without fanfare she dumped a pile of keys onto the table with a clatter. “I’ve also got maps ‘n stuff,” she added.
“I… Very smart, good job,” I said, and the platinum blonde preened under my praise. For the next several minutes we sorted through key rings and peered at maps, debating both routes and vehicles until we came to a decision. Another few minutes on the balcony thumbing fobs until one of the vehicles chirped below us, and we had a plan of attack.
Nothing molested Meg and I as we slowly moved across the parking lot, and as the Marine settled into the passenger seat with my shotgun between her feet and her pistol held in her lap I turned the key of the late-model Audi and off we went. A quick drive through the silent, abandoned office park across the street, and then we decided to check out the situation at the mall.
“Ah, I’m jes’ fuckin’ with ya,” the redhead said with a grin as we slowly drove down the highway. “I’m glad that you ‘n the kid got together, maybe now she’ll stop pestering me with questions.”
“Yeah, well, it’s still annoying,” I replied. After only about one thousand feet I slid the Audi to the right, automatically flicking my turn signal as I slowly merged onto the exit ramp. “Did you notice that there don’t seem to be any cars or anything on this highway?” I asked as I changed the subject. “Given everything we’ve seen, I half expected this thing to be clogged.”
“Yeah, it is weird,” Meg remarked. She sat up and craned her neck, peering out the windows as we curved around towards another dark intersection. “Stop up ahead,” she added.
I did as she asked, and for about a minute we both peered off to the sides and behind, trying to figure out what exactly was troubling us. “All the cars are off the road,” I noticed.
“They’ve been pushed to the side,” the Marine added as she pointed. “And it looks like some heavy equipment was used.” We both fell silent as we both stared at the scrape marks in the intersection that led to a half-crumpled sedan perched on one corner, and then turned our gazes on each other. “”Somebody’s been clearing this place out,” she concluded.
“Does that mean…” I let my words taper off as I tried to think, and then chose another tack. “If someone’s been clearing the roads, then that means they’re still intelligent… I mean, they aren’t Feral,” I noted.
“Right. And it means they have access to heavy equipment.”
“Can you tell when all this was done? Maybe they did it just after everything went down, and moved on. We haven’t seen or heard anybody.”
“I don’t know.” The redhead scowled and tightened her grip on the pistol in her lap, a determined look in her green eyes. “Could’ve been three weeks ago, could’ve been yesterday. I can’t tell.”
“So, we go on or go back?”
The Marine thought for a second, and then nodded. “We go on. Nothing’s changed. Just… Go slower, but be prepared to bug out if we need to jet.”
“Right.” I turned to the right and followed the access road towards the mall, keeping my speed nice and slow and my gaze whipping around as I tried to look everywhere at once. Now that she had pointed it out I was noticing signs everywhere… A number of abandoned cars sat dark and silent in the breakdown lane, scrapes and gouges in both the autos and the road itself where something heavy had shoved them aside, and the occasional splash of blood stained the asphalt ever so often. Under an overpass, through another intersection, and up a small hill – on the left were more office buildings, their dark and silent façades standing silent sentry to our journey, while to our left were open, rolling fields filled with long grass and signs proclaiming that they were available for development. “Store,” I remarked quietly as I nodded to the right. “You see it?”
“Yeah.” Meg glanced at me with a tight, inscrutable look on her face as we both noted the neat line of flatbed trailers parked before the grocery store, each one empty yet available to be attached to a semi and driven off in a moment’s notice. “Someone’s been doin’ some plannin’ and rearrangin’,” she added.
“But where are they?” I asked as I slowly crept under another overpass and slid to the left, moving in the direction of the mall. “We’ve been in the towers for over a week, and we haven’t exactly been quiet about things. if someone’s around with the capability to do all this stuff, why have they kept hiding?”
“I don’t know. Maybe they want to see who we are, what we want. Maybe they left, and just abandoned everything where it was. Maybe they’re watching us right now.” She quickly twisted her body and looked out the rear window, and I spared a glance into the mirror to see nothing but empty road behind us. “I don’t like it,” the redhead said ominously as she turned back to the front.
We let the conversation drop as I turned left and slid into the mall parking lot. Two Trees Plaza (as the sign declared) was semi-large, evidently part of the building boom of the late 1990s that had planted mega-malls across the countryside as mid-sized towns attempted to bring in the shopping dollars. I could tell that there were two stories, several anchor stores, and smaller buildings housing satellite shops and restaurants around the perimeter. But as I let the Audi slow to a stop just inside the entrance, none of that actually registered in my mind as I stared dumbly at the entrance to a Sears. “What the fuck?” I muttered. I glanced at Meg, and found that she was staring dumbly at the entrance as well.
Rather, at the thick metal plates that had been affixed to the façade of the store, guaranteeing that nobody could possible get through, and the semi-circle of sandbags stacked around the entrance to provide cover for whoever intended to man the large, lethal-looking machine gun that was currently pointed at the sky.
>>Chapter 13>>