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The New Order: Chapter 9 - Little Girl Lost

by The Pediatrician

mg; mg+; mdom; gdom; tf; oral; anal; viol

It wasn’t our finest hour.

“JEsus!” The second that the something dashed out the door at me I panicked and threw myself backwards. I tripped over my own two feet and lost my balance, teetering at the edge of going down. Still, I might have been able to recover – if it weren’t for the fact that my finger instinctively tightened on the trigger. The shotgun roared and blasted chunks out of the frame above the door, and the recoil sent me falling. I smacked butt-first into the floor and banged my head against the wall, and the charging form leapt onto my chest and I yelled a yell that was a bit more of a high-pitched, girlish scream of terror than anything else as…

A tiny tongue began to lick my face.

“Wha?” I opened my clenched eyes and peered into a furry face, a shaggy muzzle over which large, brown eyes peered into mine. It was a dog… an excited, hyperactive, little fucking dog. Dully I stared into the dog’s eyes, the dog stared into mine – and then it squirmed, gave an excited little bark as it spun in a circle on my abdomen and then proceeded to plant its unclipped claws into my chest and lick my chin. “A… What?” I mumbled dumbly, and the gears in my brain ground as I tried to shift my mindset from combat-ready tension to playful puppy mode.

I heard Meg’s bark of laughter at my situation. “Wow, you really showed that thing,” she giggled as the keyed-up tension drained from her body and she sagged against the doorframe. “Too bad it wasn’t a Feral, maybe you could’ve gotten in some boy-on-boy action.”

“This isn’t funny!” I scowled a bit, more annoyed at myself and my unheroic actions than anything else, as I grabbed the writhing bundle of fur and energy and hoisted it up by the scruff of its neck. “This thing nearly gave me a fucking heart attack!”

“Aw, don’t be a dick,” she replied. She transferred her gun to her left hand and scooped up the puppy, peering into its eyes as the thing whimpered excitedly at its new playmates and tried to wriggle out of her grasp. “It… she… just wanted to show you some luvin’,” she added as she took a moment to glance at the underside of the creature to determine the sex.

I grumbled as I started to lever myself up off the floor. “I didn’t see you doing much to help,” I shot back.

The redhead grinned. “You could’ve eaten this thing in a single bite, so she was probably moving to establish dominance from the go,” she exaggerated. Turning her attention to our furry friend, she peered into the dog’s face and made kissy noises. “Is that what you wanted, fuzzy?” she asked rhetorically, her voice holding a mocking tone as if speaking to a baby. “Did you want to make the mean, stinky boy your bitch?”

“You’re the bitch,” I grumbled as I racked the slide of my shotgun, ejected the spent shell, and slotted in a new one. A quick glance up and down the hall confirmed that we were still alone, and I felt my nerves start to calm just a bit as no Feral seemed to be taking advantage of the commotion.

Meg stuck her tongue out at me as the puppy squirmed out of her grip, landed nimbly on the floor, and started yapping up a storm as it furiously spun in circles. “Another little pussy to add to your growing harem, Studly McStud,” she snickered as she tucked her pistol into the back of her jeans. She crouched down and peered at the lightly growling, playfully hopping dog. “Although from what the girls say, as big as you are you’d probably kill the thing. Is that okay with you, mop? Do you want Mikey to fuck you to death?”

“Stop being sick,” I grumbled as I peered down the hall towards the elevators.

“No!” A loud, high-pitched feminine voice screamed from inside the open apartment, and before either Meg or I could react a bowl flew through the gaping door and cracked against the back of Meg’s head! As the Marine teetered off-balance and the rancid milk and soggy breakfast cereal soaked into her, a small form that seemed to consist entirely of stringy, greasy hair, gangly limbs, and a tent-like stained nightgown flew into the hall and leapt onto the Marine. Both fell to the carpet with a crash, and the form straddled the Marine’s back and began to pummel the back of the redhead’s skull with her balled fists, all the while screaming at the top of her lungs. “No! No no no no no no no no…”

“What the fuck?!?” screamed Meg as she struggled under the form.

“Hey, she probably just wanted to show you who’s boss from the start,” I groused by way of reply, throwing her own sentiment back into her face. I reached out to grab at the figure, only to have her whip her head around the second my hand got close. I got a flash of crazed little-girl face for a split second as the rat’s nest on her head parted, before she sank her teeth into my hand. “Ow! Motherfuck!” I yelled as I yanked my hand back. “She bit me!” I declared as I shook my hand. At my feet the puppy channeled the excitement and started yapping again, bouncing back and forth as she nipped first at Meg’s kicking legs, and then racing around and between my feet.

“Get this bitch off of me!” Meg yelled. She groped for her gun and managed to get it half out of her waistband, only to have the flailing girl knock it from her hand and send it skittering a few feet down the hall. The redhead levered herself up a few inches and managed to squirm onto her side.

“Hey!” I quickly darted my hand in, got a handful of greasy black hair and filthy nightie, and half-yanked the form off the Marine. “Stop it, calm down!”

“No no no no no no no no no…” the girl screamed as she scratched her long, jagged nails into my forearm and left a trio of deep gouges. I yelped at the sudden flash of pain and yanked my arm back, only to trip over the yapping puppy and fall back onto the floor with a heavy thud.

“Okay, I’ve had enough of this shit!” Meg growled as she clambered to her knees. The form lunged back at her, and with a single fluid motion the Marine lashed out with her fist. Even in her little-girl state the jab had some heat behind it, and there was a CRACK! of flesh-on-flesh as the redhead made contact with the figure’s face. That finally seemed to end the fight, and the form reeled back and fell onto the floor with her legs splayed wide and her backside smacking the carpet heavily. “Calm the fuck down or I’ll fucking kill you!” she added as she skittered a few feet away, grasped her gun, and began to rise to her feet.

The form just sat there, blinking… and before Meg or I could react she sobbed, rolled over, and scrabbled back inside the apartment on all fours. The puppy gave one last excited yap and then followed her mistress back inside… leaving an astonished Meg and myself in the hallway. A loud slam of a door from the recesses of the dim apartment, and we were alone once more.

“Wha… What the fuck was that?” I asked as I too regained my feet. I stared at Meg, who returned my astonished look with one of her own.

“I don’t know!” The redhead checked the safety on her pistol, making sure that she was ready to fire. “What the Hell was her problem?”

“Hey,” I called into the apartment as I tried to peer inside, down the hallway, and at both the elevators and the door to the stairwell all at the same time. “Hey! We’ve got to go in after her,” I added to Meg as I half-leaned in through the open door.

“No shit. And if she tries something again I’m fucking killing her.”

“Stop it,” I growled. “We probably just scared her.”

“She tried to fucking attack me!” Meg shot back.

I took a moment to peer at the flushed and panting Marine. Meg was a mess, with reeking, spoiled milk coating one side of her head and a few bits of sugary mush ground into her shirt. There was a scratch on the side of her neck from the form’s flailing talons, but other than her discomfort she seemed unharmed. “I don’t think she was that big of a threat to you,” I replied as I furrowed my brow in annoyance. “You probably did something to piss her off.”

“I didn’t…”

“We don’t have time for this shit,” I hissed forcefully. Meg took a half-step back at my heat, a look of astonishment on her face, as I glared at her. “We need to go in and try to calm her down,” I continued as I glanced up and down the hall once more just to be sure. “There’ve been too many deaths lately, and I’m not going to fucking allow another one!”

“I…” Meg stammered. “But Mike…”

“No buts. We’re going in, we’ll find her, and we’ll try to calm her down and talk to her. You got a fucking problem with that?” I glowered at the redhead, making my implication that we were going to do things my way perfectly clear with the tone of my voice.

For a second I thought Meg might actually fight back as a steely look flashed in her eyes, but to my surprise she sagged just the faintest bit and gave a tiny half-nod. “Okay, fine, we’ll do it your way,” she grumbled. “Just don’t come crying to me when she claws your eyes out!”

Slowly we stepped through the door into the entryway of the apartment. A faint light flowed around the curtain to the porch, enough to show us that the place was laid out in a similar manner to our place over in Tower Two – but that’s where the similarity ended. Besides the different furniture (which seemed rather generic and cheap), the place was a mess, with books and clothing scattered about, dust bunnies in the corners and covering most of the surfaces, and a general feel of disorder. That was bad enough… but far worse was the smell, a combination of rancid, spoiled food, unwashed bodies, and animal feces, a miasma that made my eyes water.

“Christ, this place is a pit,” mumbled Meg as she peeked into the tiny kitchenette and made a face.

“I bed you’re glad now for Lil’s anal cleaning jags,” I replied. I wiped my watering eyes with the back of my hand and tried to figure out where the tiny form was hiding. “I think she’s in one of the bedrooms,” I added.

“Maybe we should find some gas masks or something. I can feel this place burning my skin!”

“It’s not that bad.” But I had to admit that it sure wasn’t good. “Let’s air this place out a bit, then we can hunt her down.” Keeping a careful eye on the closed bedroom doors, I picked my way across the carpet, my footfalls sending up little puffs of dust that I tried not to think about too much as I made my way to the glass door leading to the patio. I pushed back the curtain with the barrel of my shotgun, worked the lock, and slid open the door, taking a moment to breathe deep of the warm, fresh air from outside. I glanced over at our tower and saw all four girls crowded onto the porch, peering over at me with looks of concern on their faces. The second I hove into view they brightened, and Rachel actually bounced up and down as she waved frantically. I gave a weak smile and thumbs up, and turned back to the apartment. “Better?” I asked the redhead.

“Much.” She stuck her head around to door, took a couple of deep breaths as well, and then turned back. “Okay, where did that little bitch go?” she asked as she peered at the three doors.

“Hmm.” I thought for a moment as I peered about the room… and then I noticed the rug in front of one door seemed to be relatively free of the dusty mess when compared to the others. “There,” I said quietly as I motioned with my shotgun. “I think she’s in there. Okay,” I continued as I turned back to Meg. “I don’t want to upset her even more, so I’ll go in and try to talk her down. You check out the rest of this place, but stay alert – we don’t want any more surprises.”

“All right, if you wanna do it your way, that’s fine by me,” she replied dubiously. “I still think it’s a bad idea.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause she got the drop on you and beat the crap outta you in the hall,” I noted with a wicked little grin as I slid towards the door. “I thought Marines were supposed to be tough.”

“Fuck you, asshole,” she replied with a glower and a raised middle finger as she moved to close the front door. “She surprised me, that’s all.”

“Right.” I stood in front of the closed bedroom door and strained to hear something… anything… and for a moment I thought that I heard a dull sniffling. I took a deep breath, instantly regretted it given the stink, and lightly rapped on the door. “Uhm… Hello?” I asked tentatively. “Are you okay in there?”

“Go ‘way!” The high-pitched, little girl falsetto floated through the thin wood.

With a quick glance at Meg (who scrunched her face and shrugged before moving towards the hallway and the rest of the bedrooms), I gently turned the knob and cracked the door. “Listen, I’m coming in,” I said as gently as I could. “It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I said go ‘way!”

I pushed the door open with my foot and was taken aback for a moment. It was a bedroom, but unlike the bedrooms back in our lair the furnishings were totally different. Instead of a normal mattress there was what looked like a hospital bed, next to which was a dark medical monitor of some kind. An empty fluid bag hung from an IV stand, and a small desk pushed up against one wall contained some basic medical equipment. There were a few pathetic touches of hominess here and there – a couple of paintings of sad clowns and flowers on the walls, a generic chair next to a small, round table – but these were overwhelmed by the hospital equipment. “I’m stepping inside,” I said softly. “I promise, you don’t have to be scared, I’m not a bad guy and I won’t do anything bad. There’s nothing to worry about.”

I found the girl wedged between the bed and the wall opposite the door, a tiny curled-up ball of misery as she snuffled and hugged the puppy to her chest. “She hit me!” she sobbed quietly. “That mean girl hit me!”

“She didn’t mean to hurt you,” I lied as I crouched down a few feet in front of her. I carefully lay the shotgun onto the carpet next to me and peered closer. She was indeed a little girl, although one who was clearly a mess – she had long black hair that needed a good washing and hung limp around her face and shoulders like a dull, flat blanket, her arms and legs seemed painfully stick-like, and the filthy, stained nightgown she wore was about twenty sizes too big and hung off her skinny frame like a tent. “My name’s Mike,” I said as a smiled as pleasantly as possible as I tried to ignore the pungent stink of little girl that seemed to emanate from her unwashed body in waves. “What’s your name?”

She sniffed as she peered at me through her tangled mess. “Paisley,” she said in a quiet, scared voice.

I noticed that she had two of the bluest eyes I had ever seen, cool sapphire orbs that seemed to pierce into me. “That’s a very pretty name,” I replied as I knelt on the floor in front of her and willed my stirring cock to behave. “And what’s her name?” I asked as I gently pointed to the somewhat calm puppy in her arms.

“This is Mister Pibb,” she replied.

“Huh. But isn’t Mister Pibb a girl? Shouldn’t she be Missus Pibb?”

“No, her name is Mister Pibb,” Paisley said in an insistent tone that made it clear that she was right and I was so clearly wrong. “Girls can be misters too,” she explained in a voice like she was talking to an idiot.

“Ah. So, is Mister Pibb your puppy?”

“Nuh uh,” she said with a shake of her head. “She b’longs to Miss Swanson, who sometimes brings her to visit.”

“And where is Miss Swanson?”

“I dunno,” Paisley replied with a shrug.

I felt a presence behind me, and glanced over my shoulder to see Meg standing in the doorway. The redhead cocked her head to let me know she needed me in the living room. “Stay right there, I’ll be right back,” I said with a smile. I slowly got to my feet, picked up my shotgun, and walked backwards to the door. “Yeah?” I asked the Marine quietly as I leaned out of the room, pitching my voice as low and quiet as possible.

“We’re all alone in here, ‘cept for her,” the redhead said in a voice just as quiet. “All the bedrooms are set up like this one. I think this was some kind of group home or something… not a lot of personal stuff, but tons of medical equipment.”

“Lam’ll wanna loot this place down to the floor,” I replied. I glanced back into the room, and then leaned close. “Something’s not right about her, I think she’s a patient or something.”

“That explains her freak out,” Meg replied with a snort.

“Uncool.” I fixed the Marine with a small disapproving look, and then stepped back into the room. “Hey Paisley, do you want to meet someone else?” I asked as I slowly moved back and retook my kneeling position.

“Maybe. Dunno.” She peered past me, and I glanced at Meg, who was leaning around the end of the bed. “That’s the mean girl who wanted to hurt Mister Pibb!” she said in a panicked voice as she pressed herself back against the wall.

“This is Meg,” I said with a wide smile, “and she’s not mean, she just didn’t know you were in here. And she doesn’t want to hurt Mister Pibb, honest, she doesn’t. Isn’t that right?” I asked as I gave the redhead a hard stare to make my intentions known.

“Yeah, sure, I didn’t mean anything about that,” Meg replied grudgingly. “I was just messin’ around.”

“And she wants to apologize,” I added as I shot another hard look in the redhead’s direction.

Meg’s eyes were inscrutable as she stared at me, and then finally she turned her attention to Paisley. “And yes, I’m sorry. I was wrong, I’d never hurt your dog.”

“Mister Pibb,” both Paisley and myself corrected simultaneously.

“Fine, Mister Pibb.” The Marine had a sullen look on her face, and I was struck by just how much of a spoiled brat she looked like at that moment.

“There now, see, we’re all friends here,” I said gently. I paused as I tried to sort through the scattered questions in my mind, trying to decide which was most important. “Do you live here by yourself?” I finally decided to ask.

Paisley was quiet for a second, her face hidden behind her mop of hair and Mister Pibb’s head, and for a moment I wondered if my question might have disturbed her. But instead she raised her head, looked me straight in the eye, and let her words spew out of her mouth like a non-stop fire hose. “Nuh uh. There’s me, ‘n Charlie, ‘n Kathy, and we all live here, and Mrs. Swanson ‘n Mr. Carlos take care of us. But everyone went away, and I was all by myself. ‘N it was really weird,” she continued as she half-leaned forward and peered intently at me as if trying to make me understand a concept that she alone understood but was nonetheless vital. “’Cause I woke up one morning ‘n all my stuff was too big, ‘n everyone musta gone away naked ‘cause they left their clothes behind, ‘n I had to eat on my own, which is wrong ‘cause Mr. Carlos says that we can’t go in the kitchen, but I got so hungry ‘n nobody was around ‘cept Mister Pibb, so I had to do it, ‘n I know it was wrong but Mrs. Swanson ‘n Mr. Carlos weren’t around…”

“It’s okay, sweetie,” I replied gently as I smiled and patted her hand. “You aren’t in any trouble. Have you seen any scary people?”

“Scary people?” she asked, clearly confused by the question.

“Uhm…” I glanced at Meg as I tried to determine a way to describe a Feral to the girl.

“Naked boys,” the redhead supplied. “They yell and run around.”

Paisley actually blushed – blushed! – and shook her head. “Nuh uh. When I first woke up I heard some yelling outside, but I was good ‘n I didn’t go out on the porch ‘cause Mrs. Swanson says that we can fall, ‘n then the yelling stopped. Did I do good?” she asked me earnestly.

“Yes, sweetie, you did very good. I’m very proud of you. Just wait here for a second, okay?” I cocked my head to indicate the doorway, and the Marine and I held a quick, whispered conversation. “I don’t think she knows what’s going on.”

“I don’t even think she could even understand what’s going on, even if she knew,” Meg replied. She ran her fingers through her hair and glanced at the open porch door. “Fuck, she’d be useless against the Feral,” she added as her training kicked in and she considered the girl.

“Well, we can’t leave her here,” I said. I glanced at towards the Paisley, saw a mop of unruly hair and piercing blue eyes peering at us over the bed, and tried to smile reassuringly. “She can barely take care of herself, and I don’t think she can even figure out how to get more supplies.”

“I took a quick look in the kitchen, and she’s just about out of anything edible. After today, she’d be forced to eat a few crumbs and some spoiled milk, and then it’s the upholstery and wallpaper.” Meg’s face was once more inscrutable as she glanced at the girl, and then she sighed. “Oh, Lil is going to go fucking nuts when she shows up, you know how fastidious she is.”

As I thought about the sheer amount of time the President spent in the shower (both alone and with someone else), doing the dishes, or ‘neatening up’ around the apartment I just had to nod in agreement. “But Lam will definitely want to check her out,” I added. I stared at the redhead, she stared back at me, and we both came to the same unspoken conclusion at the same time. “See what you can grab from this place that we might be able to use, and I’ll coax her out. Hey, Paisley,” I continued as the Marine skittered off to see what she could find and I turned back to the room, “would you like to come and visit a bunch of other girls?”

“Mrs. Swanson say we aren’t supposed to leave the ‘partment unless they come along,” the brunette said solemnly.

“Why, that’s okay,” I replied as I smiled as kindly and gently as possible. “We can wait over there for Mrs. Swanson or Mr. Carlos to come back. We’ll leave a note for them.”

Paisley thought about it for a moment, and then nodded. “’K. Can Mister Pibb come too?”

“Why, of course,” I said agreeably. “We’d love to have the both of you visit.” I added as I held my hand out.

The girl paused for a second, and then stood, slid out from behind the bed, and padded over to me. As she took my hand I tried not to make myself seem as innocuous and harmless as possible – a feat that seemed difficult as I towered over the brunette. She was tiny, well below four feet tall, and the top of her head barely came up to just below my rib cage. She seemed to be all gangly arms and legs and neck, almost resembling a stick figure with a mop of uncombed hair. Add on top of that the filthy, stained, reeking nightie she wore was clearly a dozen sizes too big, her innocent attitude, and the sheer helplessness she seemed to exude, and you had someone who appeared far younger than she may have actually been. “Do you have anything you want to take? Maybe some more clothes, or maybe pictures?” I asked helpfully.

Paisley shook her head. “Nuh uh. Mr. Carlos took all that stuff away.” Her face took on a sad mien. “I don’t like Mr. Carlos, he’s mean. He yells at us!”

“Well, I won’t yell at you,” I promised, hoping that I wasn’t actually lying. “I’ll be nice to you.” I glanced around the room, trying to decide if there was anything worth taking, and my eyes alit on the small desk. “Stay here,” I instructed the girl as I slid across the room. Looking down, I saw dozens of pill bottles, a couple of empty IV bags, and perhaps the most important thing of all… a folder stuffed full of paperwork. I opened the suitcase that Lillian had slipped over my shoulder and grabbed everything, thinking that perhaps Lam might be able to determine what Paisley’s actual problem was. “Okay!” I said brightly as I rejoined her at the door, “are you ready to go?”

“Uh huh,” she nodded as she retook my hand.

We went out into the living room once more, and my eyes alit upon something I knew we’d need… Mister Pibb’s leash. Moving a bit on the slow, easy side, I pulled the leather strap from the pile of empty clothing on the sofa (probably what was left of Mrs. Swanson) and snapped the hook on the dog’s collar. “You hang on to this,” I explained as I pressed the loop into the girl’s grimy hand, “and don’t let go until we get over to the other place. Okay?”

“O-kay!” Paisley nodded firmly and let me know she understood, and I had to hide a small smile at the sheer seriousness she took her new duty.

“Excellent. Meg, you wanna lock this place down until we can come back and do a better job?” I asked the Marine as she padded out from the hallway, her face grim. A quick shake of her head confirmed that she hadn’t found anything of any great use.

“Who’d wanna steal anything left in here?” the redhead asked rhetorically, but she did slide the patio door shut again and rejoined us at the main door. “We’d better do this fast and hard,” she stated as she pulled her pistol out from the waistband of her jeans. “Down the stairs, across the lot, and back up again. I don’t think there’s any Feral around, with the amount of noise we’ve been making they would have come running by now. Still…”

“Still, it’s best not to take chances,” I agreed. “I’ll ride herd on Paisley, you keep an eye out. Piece of cake.”

“If you say so.” She took a deep breath that matched my own, tensed, and put her hand on the doorknob. “Okay, on three… One… Two…”


The trip back to Tower Two and up into our lair had been uneventful. We moved down the stairs with no problems, with Meg in the lead and myself guiding Paisley along (well, pretty much carrying her to make sure that she didn’t trip on the hem of the nightie and go face-first down the concrete steps), and then through the fire door and lobby. The parking lot was still just as deserted as before, but we didn’t waste any time hustling across. Of course, Mister Pibb was enjoying her first visit outside in probably ten days so naturally she wanted to jump down and explore everything, which made Paisley want to explore everything with her, which forced me to tamp down on my temper as I tried to keep her moving in a relatively straight line. Meg didn’t even try to hide her annoyance, and it was a relief to us both when we made it back into our own lobby and locked the door behind us. As the Marine took a second to make sure nothing had snuck into the lobby and connecting halls in our absence, I took the opportunity to slide a couch in front of the door – still not a perfect barricade, but a damn sight better than the half-assed chair the redhead had put there before. After that, it was one quick elevator ride to the top (an uncomfortable trip, owning to the pungent odor emanating from our friend) and then we were back home once more.

I half-expected to be bum-rushed by the girls the second we opened the door, but to my surprise they held themselves back and waited for the newcomer instead. Lam stood in the center of the archway and didn’t even spare a second to glance at me as she stared so intently at Paisley that the girl actually shrank back a bit. Rachel and Abby peeked around the corner in curiosity, while Lillian sat at the dining room table and tried to look busy as she scribbled on a legal pad she had scraped up from somewhere. All four stared at the Marine as Meg pushed her way around me and blew right past them, grumbling and looking rather annoyed as she dropped a plastic bag half-filled with possibly useful items from Paisley’s former home on the table. “I’m taking a shower,” she announced in a grumpy tone. When nobody instantly leapt to her side to volunteer their services ‘washing her back,’ her scowl grew deeper and she stomped off to ‘Lesbian Country’ in a huff, slamming the door shut behind her.

What is her fucking problem… I wondered for a second before I put the bitchy Marine out of my mind and turned my attention to more important matters. “Don’t get excited,” I said in a voice low-pitched enough to only reach the ears of the four remaining girls, and then slapped a big, shit-eating grin on my face. “It’s okay, sweetie,” I said in a sugary voice as I steered our newest survivor into the apartment and shut the door behind us, “you can come on in. Everyone’s really nice here. Ladies, this is Paisley,” I continued as I addressed the waiting crowd. Pointing to over her shoulder at the dog, I added, “And this is Mister Pibb. They’ll be staying with us until Mrs. Swanson comes back, isn’t that right, sweetie?”

“’lo,” Paisley mumbled in a tiny, shy voice as she peered at the girls staring at her from under her mop of hair.

Nobody said anything for a moment… and then Rachel steeled up her courage and stepped forward. “Hi there!” she chirped in a bright, sunny voice. “I’m Rachel! It’s so nice to whoa!” My little blonde lover ground to a halt as Paisley’s smell finally hit her, and a look of disgust flashed across her face for a split second before she managed to tamp it down. “I mean, it’s so nice to meet you!” she soldiered on gamely as she sidled closer.

“Yes, it’s nice to meet both of you,” Abigail interjected as she slid up beside Rachel. Rachel glanced at Abby and the platinum blonde returned the glance out of the corner of her eye, and for a moment I could swear that I could see little lightning bolts of hatred radiating between them. But just as soon as it seemed to appear it had vanished, so I just dismissed it as my imagination. “And your puppy is so adorable!”

“Yes, she is!” Rachel added.

Paisley smiled and stepped closer, and to their credit neither girl flinched – although I could see their shoulders tighten as the forced themselves to ignore her stink. “She’s really nice, ‘n she does this thing where she spins around ‘n jumps at the same time, and it’s so funny!” she gushed.

I sidled past the trio, tapped a quizzical Lam on the shoulder, and held a brief conversation with her and Lillian. “I don’t know what’s wrong with her,” I concluded after I briefly summarized Meg and my adventure, “but we couldn’t just leave her there.”

“She needs a good washing,” Lillian said primly as she peered at the grimy girl with a look of distaste on her face. “And how are we going to handle the dog? I mean, it’s not like we can just race outside whenever the thing has to take a sh… when it has to do its business.”

“For now. We’ll figure something out.” I glanced at the trio in the entryway and then pulled in Lam as I leaned closer. “It’s something mental,” I whispered. “She doesn’t seem to understand what’s going on. I got some stuff from her room, maybe you could figure it out?” I smiled at Lam as I handed her the suitcase filled with pill bottles, random bits of medical gear, and the paperwork I had scooped from the desk in Paisley’s room. “And I have no idea how we’re going to keep her… uhm… distracted, during…”

“Michael, what are you trying to say?” asked Lam as she started to rifle through the treasures.

I sighed and glanced at the trio once more. “She seems… Really young,” I finally explained haltingly as I tapped the side of my head. “I mean, really, really young. And given what’s happened to us… And what we’ve been doing… Well…”

Lillian nodded with sudden comprehension. “Ah, I get it. Mike’s trying to say that he’s managed to come to terms tying up and fucking little girls with grown-up brains,” she said with a wicked glint in her eyes. “He’s wondering how he’s going to convince us to let him tie up and fuck a little girl with a little girl brain.”

“That’s not what I meant!” I replied in an aghast tone of voice as a blush of embarrassment rose up my neck. “I didn’t mean that at all!”

“She is kidding, Michael,” Lam interjected. Her voice was already distracted as she pulled the folder of paperwork from the suitcase and started to leaf through the pages.

“I’m kidding,” Lillian admitted with a wicked grin. “But I understand what you’re getting at.” She peered at the newcomer for a second as the smile fell from her face, and I could see the wheels in her mind turning. “Well, we’ll just have to cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, we just need to be a bit more discrete in our hook-ups, at least until we understand what’s wrong with her and how she’ll react to our… er… relationships.”

I looked at Lam, who had sank down into a chair and was nose-deep in detailed medical records that seemed to consist of complex forms filled with tiny, cramped writing containing thirteen-syllable words, back at Lillian (who I have to admit that, clad in a skin-tight pair of Rachel’s bike shorts that showed off her tiny panty lines and a crop-top tee-shirt that declared she was a Dirty Girl, a pair of twin jet-black braids draped over her slim, girlish shoulders, looked quite fuckable in that particular moment), and then back at Paisley. “Okay, sounds good. But before we do that, she needs a bath.”

“Agreed.”

For the rest of the day we worked on two things – to clean up our new friend, and to keep our ‘alternative’ lifestyle something of a secret from her. Rachel, Abigail, and Lillian took Paisley into the large main bathroom, where they spent what felt like hours scrubbing and cleaning and showering and whispering and giggling with Paisley as they worked to make her presentable. I tried talking to Meg, but she refused to open the door to Lesbian Country or even acknowledge my words. Lam was totally engrossed in her project, mumbling to herself in Vietnamese as she dug through all the treasures I had found.

As for me… well, I was at a loss. After the stress of my early-afternoon adventure to Tower Three had worn off, I found myself without anything of any great significance to do. I roamed the apartment and peered out of windows at the abandoned countryside with a small scowl on my face as I tried to think of surviving in this crazy, topsy-turvy world. I wandered into the pristine kitchen and retrieved a beer, and vaguely wondered who kept restocking the supply. And I slipped out onto the porch just to feel the hot air of the Maryland summer sear into my skin and to get a different view than the one from the windows. As I tried to discern more details about the office complex just across the road I thought I saw something move in the underbrush… and to my surprise three deer burst from the thick, summer foliage, dashed across the abandoned parking lot, and darted back into the lush foliage behind the buildings.

By the time four o’clock rolled around I had finally had enough of doing nothing, and I knew exactly what I needed to take my mind off of my ennui. Stalking into the apartment I strode straight over to Lam, who was still engrossed in the paperwork and pill bottles I had retrieved. “Michael, this is very interesting,” she said in a distracted tone when she felt my presence looming behind her. “I honestly believe that this girl…”

I didn’t let her finish her sentence as I grabbed her by the collar of her tee-shirt, pulled her out of the chair, and literally tossed her on the couch. Either my lust gave me super-human strength or her tiny pre-teen body weighed next to nothing, because the little Asian girl seemingly flew through the air with a squeak of surprise and bounced on the cushions. A heartbeat later I was on top of her, unbuttoning her jeans and yanking the denim over her narrow hips and down her slim legs. “Oh, master, I’m so sorry!” she gasped as she realized my intentions and worked to help me strip her down. “This slave was so remiss in ignoring your needs!”

“Later, slut,” I growled as I yanked her forward, curled her hips up in the air, and yanked her legs open. Even though I had fucked her many, many times, her pussy was still tight and undeveloped, little more than a slit between her splayed thighs. With a careless abandon I pulled her cunt open with my thumbs and buried my tongue in her wet, tasty pink.

Lam gasped and tensed as the wonderful sensations arced from her pussy through her body. “Oh, God, master!” she half-gasped, half squealed as I ate her out, “thank you! This slut is not worthy, thank you for this gift! Oh God, it is so good!” Her hips rolled and squirmed under my palms, but I just dug my fingers into her smooth, sensitive flesh and held her in place.

In under less than a minute she was wet and ready, so I took advantage of her splayed position, pinned her to the couch with my body weight, and shoved my achingly-hard cock inside of her. She moaned and winced in as I sank deep with a single thrust, but I ignored her discomfort and instead merely folded her legs back until she was almost bent double. The feeling of her warm, wet, velvet-soft pre-teen pussy wrapping around my throbbing prick as I pulled out and thrust back in was heavenly, and with animalistic grunts I pumped in and out of her. To her credit Lam enjoyed it as much as I, encouraging me in my efforts. “Yes master, fuck my cunt master!” she moaned as she wrapped her arms around my neck and rolled her hips in time to my thrusts. “Fuck my slut cunt, I deserve it! Yes, master, yes!”

I didn’t respond except to growl as I felt the tension growing inside my groin… and then, with an almost explosive fury, I erupted inside of her, filling her little-girl womb with my heavy load. The second she felt my seed splash against her cervix Lam fell over the edge as well, clutching me to her tiny body as she trembled and shivered and rode the wave of her orgasm to the very end.

Panting, I collapsed atop of her body, pinning her to the couch. She didn’t mind, though… and we lay like that for almost fifteen minutes as I feasted on her kisses and she let my jism soak into her cunny. So I guess it was a good end to my afternoon after all.





I had rescued Paisley. I had gotten laid. All in all it hadn’t that bad a day… it just didn’t actually solve all that many problems. After my romp on the couch and we got ourselves cleaned up (and shared one last kiss), after Lam returned to her research, after Rachel and Lillian and Abigail had finally emerged from the bathroom with a delectable little pigtailed brunette dressed in my old Nirvana tee-shirt who blushed deeply, looked at her feet, and smiled shyly when I realized that it was Paisley (and that she was a beautiful little lady under all that unwashed hair!), after a sullen and strangely quiet Meg had finally joined us for another toxic Rachel dinner and we retired to the seats in the living room for a much-needed post-meal discussion after the sun went down – Lam finally dropped a bombshell.

“It’s Alzheimer’s,” Lam said with a blunt finality.

The rest of use swiveled our gazes back and forth between the solemn looking doctor seated primly on the edge of a retro-style upholstered chair that was far too big for her tiny form and the tiny, innocent, pigtailed brunette laying on the floor of the living room with the music player buds solidly in her ears and her bare feet swinging up in the air as she slowly read a book about child wizards. I noted absently that from the way she was lounging I could see right up between her skinny, bone-white thighs and straight at her panty-clad ass, and tried to reconcile the seeming death sentence that the little Asian doctor had just imposed upon the girl with the young, distracted form on the floor a few feet away.

“Fuck,” Rachel muttered as all the color drained from her face. “That’s really bad, right?”

“Of course it’s bad,” Abigail interjected as she sneered at the blonde. “It’s a fucking fatal disease!”

“My grammy died of Alzheimer’s,” Lillian said quietly. She sank back into the sofa cushions and looked hurt, almost as if a long-repressed memory was forced back to the surface.

I looked at Meg – who at least had the decency to look a little embarrassed at the way she had been treating our newest survivor since we had met her – and then at Paisley. The girl was completely oblivious to our conversation, content to multi-task her entertainment as Mister Pibb curled up next to her with her puppy muzzle resting on the girl’s back. “How bad is it going to get?” I asked Lam out of the corner of my mouth. “I mean, how much longer does she have?”

“Well,” Lam hedged. “That’s just it. I have only done a cursory examination of her – to do something more thorough, I’m going to need a hospital with a CT or MRI scanner, perhaps a full lab in which I could do some blood work and check for protein markers. But – and I want to emphasize that this is just a guess – I think that she will outlive us all. And her condition will not get any worse.”

Lam almost seemed to shrink into the cushions of her chair as the five of us exploded, bombarding her with a chaotic flurry of questions. Mister Pibb raised her head and barked at the commotion, and naturally her movement caused Paisley to turn her attention to us. “Whatchya all talking about?” she asked, her blue eyes innocent as she tugged the buds from her ears as we all froze.

“N… Nothing,” Lillian said with a gulp.

“We’re talking about you, kiddo,” I said as I plastered a big fake smile on my face and tried to stay upbeat – even though I didn’t truly feel it in my soul. “We’re talking about making you take a bath twice a day, ‘cause you always get so dirty.”

“I do not!” Paisley rolled over and sat up, noticed that she had somehow picked up the few grime bits from the carpet that had somehow escaped Lillian’s obsessive vacuuming on the front of my (hers, now) tee-shirt, and brushed them off.

“I’m kidding,” I laughed. “We’re talking about political-type stuff. D’ya wanna join in?”

The girl looked at us, and then gave a tiny shrug that allowed the collar of the tee to slip down over one thin, bony shoulder. “Nah, sounds stupid.” Dismissing us, she pushed the buds back into her ears and turned back to her book.

“I thought Alzheimer’s is a degenerative disease,” Lillian hissed quietly, “and there’s no cure. Are you saying that this… Whatever this is,” she clarified, swinging her hand up and down her body to indicate her girlish figure, an indirect reference to our transformations, “has cured her?”

“Maybe. As I said, I cannot know for sure, not without a considerable number of tests.” Lam sighed and leaned forward, fixing Paisley with a professional eye. “I do not know why this happened to her, and before you ask me – no, I do not know what the implications of this are for the rest of us. All I do know is that we have been transformed, and that this transformation has yet to run its full course.” She flipped open her Mystery Notebook and began to summarize her discoveries. “Based on the records Michael was wise enough to retrieve, I can tell you some things about her. Her real name is Helen Grubermann, and she is eighty-one years old. I do not know where she got the name Paisley from. She was diagnosed with the disease five years ago, and put into a group hospice by her son and daughter, who live – lived. We cannot be sure at this point – in New York and Scranton, respectively. The final notes that her doctor last recorded indicated that he believed her to be in the final stages of the disease, with her particular case somewhere between stage six and stage seven. His prognosis only gave her another year or two of life at most.”

“And what makes you think that the disease is in remission?” asked Lillian as she stared at the girl. Paisley remained oblivious to our discussion about her and instead quietly hummed along to a song and kicked her feet in time to the music as she turned a page.

“Because,” Lam stated as she closed her notebook, “if she were truly borderline-stage seven, she would be in a semi-catatonic state, with no control over her bodily functions or movements, and completely dependent upon someone else for even the simplest of tasks, such as eating or voiding her bowels.” The doctor stared at the back of Paisley’s head for a moment as she gnawed at her lip, and then smacked her leg with a tiny balled-up fist. “This makes no sense whatsoever!” she stated emphatically. “She is impossible! There is no cure for Alzheimer’s, not unless…”

She trailed off, and we all stared at Paisley as the implication of her no-longer-fatal disease sank into our brains. “If that happened to her,” Rachel said in a quiet, scared voice, “then what’s going to happen to us?”

Nobody had an answer to that one. And then there was a little cough, and we all tore our attention from the girl to Meg. “Uhm, Doc,” she said quietly. “She’s just a kid… mentally, that is,” she quickly qualified. “But what about…” The redhead discretely pressed her index and middle finger together, curled them slightly, and made small rubbing movements near her upper thigh as she mimed masturbating.

“She is… I mean, she does,” Rachel replied.

“Oh yeah, she sure is doing it!” Abigail added. “She tried to be discrete while we were scrubbing her down Silkwood style, but…” She glanced at Lillian (who blushed deeply at some memory the pair didn’t want to share with us) and then back at Paisley. “I think she was trying to keep her poking of the little man in the canoe a secret from us, ‘cause she’s just a kid. I mean, she thinks like a kid. I mean…” She let her statement trail off as she balled her fist and hit her own thigh in a move remarkably similar to that of Lam’s, frustrated that she couldn’t quite find the words to properly express what she was thinking.

“No, I think I get it,” I interjected as I gave the girl a smile that I hope conveyed kindness. Abigail returned my smile with a shy one of her own – and when Rachel noticed the other girl’s attention towards me she tightened her grip on my bicep and accidentally dug her fingernails into my flesh. “She’s probably embarrassed, or thinks that we’ll get angry with her or something.”

“That is probably not too far off the mark,” Lam added. “Remember, though she may physically and mentally be only around eight years old, she is actually well over eighty. I cannot imagine that there was very much sexual freedom for experimentation back during her childhood.”

“So, let me see if I got this straight,” Meg finally said. “She’s just a little girl trapped in a little girl’s body, but she gets horny just like all of us do and gets off, but she’s saddled with a whole lotta 1930s sexual morality ‘cause she still thinks it’s the Great Depression and Roosevelt’s the president. Right?” She glanced at the girl and chuckled, although her amusement was clearly not reflected in her face. “Oh, this is so gonna work out so well...”

“And what would you have us do?” I asked in a snippy voice. I was surprised at how quickly the flash of anger blazed up inside of me, prompted by Meg’s recent sour attitude towards everyone in general and towards Paisley in particular. “We couldn’t just leave her there, she’d be dead in another week. And we just can’t kick her out to let her wander around, she’ll be dead within a day out with the Feral. So tell me,” I said in a low, growling voice as I shrugged off Rachel’s hand, leaned forward, and fixed the Marine with a glare, “what should we have done?”

“I didn’t suggest any of that stuff,” she replied sullenly as she slouched down in the loveseat, her tiny form almost being swallowed by the big cushions. “I was just sayin’…”

“No, you were just bitching,” I interjected. “I don’t know what the Hell’s gotten into you, and frankly I don’t fucking care. I decided she’s staying, so she’s staying.”

“Mikey,” Rachel said quietly.

“That’s… a bit…” Lillian stammered.

“No.” I stood up and towered over the girls, feeling like a tree amidst a group of small bushes as they all stared up at me. “Too many people have died lately, and I’m not gonna let her die too,” I explained as I pointed in the vague direction of the oblivious girl. “She’s staying. Period. And that means that we all treat her nicely, and we try not to rub our sex in her face…”

“But what if she…” Abigail tried to interject, probably to make some wicked and highly sexual comment, but one glare from me caused her mouth to snap shut like a trap.

“You’re not gonna finish that sentence,” I warned the blonde girl, who shrank back in the cushions alongside the sulking Meg. “We treat her nice, we keep the sex out of her face, and we try to make her part of this sick, twisted, fucked-up little family we’ve created here. And we’ll deal with Mister Pibb,” I added as the puppy sat up from Paisley’s side, stretched, yawned, and peered at me with a curious look.

“But what if…”

“No buts,” I concluded with a dramatic slash of my arm for emphasis. “I’ve decided. If any of you have a problem with it… Well… Too fucking bad.” I flicked my glower from girl to girl, the look on my face making it clear that I wasn’t going to stand for any disagreement.

“So you are adopting her, Michael?” asked Lam when my gaze reached her. “You are going to become her father?”

“Yes… No… Well, not literally,” I finally managed to squeeze out. What am I thinking here? “I’m going to look out for her and try to keep her as safe as I can for as long as I can. She needs somebody, she’s only got me, so I’m stepping up.”

“Ah.”

“Ah, what?” My glower towards the Asian doctor grew a bit more intense.

“Nothing.” The doctor pulled on her inscrutable mask, letting her true thoughts out.

I glared at Lam for another couple of heartbeats, and then continued my sweep of the girls. Abigail almost recoiled from my stare, and Meg wouldn’t even meet my eyes. Lillian stood stiff and straight, with her hands folded in her lap and her eyes meeting mine with a touch of steel that surprised me. Rachel merely blushed, ducked her head, and nodded from her perch next to the President. “Okay, then,” I finally said with a nod of satisfaction. One crisis averted… “Hey, kiddo,” I said as I plastered a smile on my face, turned, and tapped Paisley’s hip with my toe. “C’mon, let’s go. It’s nine o’clock, time for bed.”

“But Mister Mike,” she whined as she pulled the buds from her ears and half-rolled over. “I just started the book, ‘n it’s still early, ‘n I’m not tired yet…” She paused for a second, and her entire face scrunched up as she yawned, gaping her mouth so wide that I could see her back molars for an instant before she snapped her jaw shut. “I’m really not tired,” she insisted in a somewhat sleepy voice.

“I know, but it’s time for bed anyway.” I leaned over and scooped up the brunette, cradling her in my arms as I made my way towards the back ‘spillover’ bedroom. “Don’t worry, you can read s’more tomorrow.”

I glanced back at the girls in the living room for an instant before I stepped into the hallway, and noticed both Lam and Mister Pibb trailing along behind me. “I will stay with her if you do not mind, ma… Michael,” the little Asian girl said, recovering just in time before she made an embarrassing mistake. “I still wish to monitor her for a bit longer.”

“That’s fine. Thank you, Lam.”

We spent about fifteen minutes getting Paisley ready for bed… and I quickly discovered what a herculean task it truly is to take care of a child! First she didn’t want to brush her teeth, and then she complained that the toothpaste tasted funny (with a mouth full of foam, which dripped off her chin and onto her tee-shirt). She then squirmed as I washed her face, and then got annoyed when I insisted she put on a clean shirt in which to sleep. She was so tired that she didn’t even react when I efficiently raised her arms, stripped of the dirty shirt, and draped a clean one over her head. I only got a glancing look at her mostly-naked body, and I was proud of myself that I managed to tamp down on my stirring cock as my eyes drank in her pale, flawless skin, her flat tummy and almost bony ribcage, and the twin dark nipples that almost seemed to wink at me, inviting me to do far worse things to her. I pushed down the urge, scooped up the exhausted little girl, and placed her in bed. “There now, all snug as a bug in a rug,” I said with a grin.

“You’re not gonna leave me alone like everyone else did, will you?” she asked me sleepily.

I glanced at the half-naked, topless Lam, and for a moment I saw past her impassivity and noticed something I think was motherly concern. “No sweetie, I won’t,” I swore. I leaned in close and smiled. “I’ll never leave you. You’ll never be alone ever again, I promise.”

“N’kay.” With a suddenness that surprised me she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “G’night, Mister Mike, I really like you. I’m glad you found me.”

“I’m glad I found you too, kiddo.” I kissed her forehead, settled her back down, and tucked the covers under her chin. “Lam’ll be staying with you, if you get scared or something you can talk to her, and I’ll just be in the next room, okay?”

“I won’t get scared,” she said in a sleepy, defiant little-girl voice. “I’m not a baby!”

“I know you’re not. Now sleep tight, angel.” I pulled Lam aside (who had finished getting changed into a somewhat practical and depressing little-girl nightshirt covered with tiny daisies) and leaned close. “Make sure she’s comfortable, and try not to freak her out with any super-medical questions,” I whispered. “And you get some sleep too. You need it, especially after this afternoon.”

“It was rather energetic, was it not?” She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “And I also have to thank you for bringing Paisley to us,” she added quietly with a wicked glint in her eye. “If I watch her closely enough I’ll know how to act to make you want to fuck me even more!”

“Not funny,” I grumped.

“Ooo, thank you for making me spread my legs for you just like you make Mommy do, Daddy!” she giggled softly in a high-pitched, uber-feminine voice, sounding as young as she looked as she fumbled with the hem of her tee and looked up at me shyly from under her bangs in an obviously fake attempt to play up her little-girl appearance. “You made me feel all grown up when you make me play those Mommy-Daddy games in the bedroom!”

“Keep that up, and I’ll show you some truly grown-up games,” I growled. I raised my hand to give the nasty little girl a firm swat on her bottom, remembered the mostly asleep girl in the bed, and let my hand fall. “G’night, slave,” I whispered instead. “I’ll make you pay tomorrow.”

“Promises, promises. Good night, Michael.”

I saw Lam clamber up onto the bed and slip under the covers next to Paisley as I shut the door behind the pair. The hallway was dark and shadowy, and I took a moment to collect my thoughts. I don’t know what’s gotten into them, I thought to myself as I grunted and peered at the shaft of light from the lamps in the living room. I heard a faint rustle and some quiet conversation as the other girls spoke amongst themselves, and my brow furrowed in annoyance. First Rachel and Abby start acting up towards each other, and then Meg starts acting weird. And now Lam and her little-girl act. I sighed and scratched my ribs as I pushed off the wall and headed back into the living room. I hope this isn’t some new change going on in them.

As I rejoined the girls in the living room, I tried to act calmer, less authoritarian, less ‘my way or the highway.’ My fierce determination to take care of Paisley did seem to have an effect on them – they were a bit quieter, not quite as ready to act rowdy in my presence. I tried to engage Meg in some sort of conversation, attempting to draw her out by making plans to salvage the towers, but the redhead merely responded in monosyllabic grunts. Rachel snuggled up close to me and seemed to be neutral towards Abby, but out of the corner of my eye I noticed the pair exchange daggers of hatred whenever the thought I wasn’t watching. And the biggest change came over Lillian, who sat stiff and prim and daintily on the edge of her chair, but who also seemed to stare at me with an odd look on her face. Not you too, I groaned internally as I tried to shift the conversation to the next day.

All I knew then was that, somehow, in some way, things had changed – and were changing still. And I wasn’t sure what the final result of this change would actually be.


In the dead of the night, two things brought me out of my deep sleep. First a soft, sweet-smelling little form draping itself across my chest like a heavy blanket as she buried her face in the crook of my shoulder and nuzzled my neck. And second, a pair of lips sliding over the head of my stiffening cock as a delicate little tongue washed the underside of my prick. “Er, uhm?” I asked sleepily as I cracked a bleary eye and tried to kick-start my brain. “What’s goin’ on?”

“Sorry you wake you, Mike,” Lillian said with a smile as she raised her chin from my chest. “But it’s almost two, and you need to follow Doctor Tran’s orders and release some tension.”

“Mmm,” I murmured with a small smile as I gave the President a little kiss and cupped her flat, girlish ass with one hand. “Is that all? I don’t have two horny little girls on the make in here?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Mikey,” Rachel said as she pulled her suckling mouth of my shaft with a wet pop! and grinned up at me. “Good girls don’t do stuff like that,” she added, even as she pumped my prick with her fist to encourage my growing erection.

“Yes, we’re far too dainty and clean to even think such thoughts,” Lillian added as she squirmed her backside under my palm.

“Oh, really?” I slid my fingers down into the cleft between her thighs and poked at her slit with the tip of my finger. Lillian gasped and hunched her hips a bit more, working herself a bit further down on my finger as she nuzzled my collarbone. She felt hot and wet, ready for whatever sexual pleasure she could grab that evening. “Seems to me that both of you are rather nasty and dirty,” I added with a smirk as I wriggled my finger inside her vulva. “After all, I’ve got one girl sucking me off and another one trying to hump my hand.”

“That’s mean!” Lillian’s objection was seconded by Rachel, who merely mumbled her agreement around my cock even as she tried to force more of it into her mouth.

“Maybe. But it’s also true.” In a single fluid motion I gripped the Latina’s backside and swung her more fully onto my body, and her legs spread open to straddle me as I used my other hand to twist one arm behind her back. “The question I have is, just how rough is Rach going to be on your ass while you fuck me?”

“What?” The brunette’s eyes grew wide, and she almost made a move like she wanted to roll off and flee the room – but fortunately my grip on her wrist and my arm wrapped around her slim body made sure she wasn’t going anywhere. “Wait a minute, I didn’t say anything about…”

“Rachel, smack her ass,” I ordered.

I was peering down Lillian’s back and at the top of her blonde, pigtailed head as she bobbed up and down on my prick, but at my order Rachel’s head snapped up. She got a wicked glint in her eye, and with a truly evil grin she sat halfway up, pulled her hand back, and slapped the Latina across her slim, girlish ass as hard as she could. The CRACK! of palm meeting fleshy cheek snapped through the room, and Lillian jumped as she yelped in pain. “Like that, Mikey?” the blonde asked in an innocent tone.

“Ow! Wait, stop, I don’t think…”

I slid my free hand up and clapped it across Lillian’s mouth, instantly stifling her objections. “No, you were the one who lied, slut,” I said brightly with a grin on my face. “It’s been pretty clear to me that you are a truly filthy girl who needs to be punished. Don’t you think so, Rachel?”

“Oh, I most certainly do!” Rachel leaned forward and pressed her flat chest against the helpless Latina’s back, curling her form over the girl’s ass and incidentally sandwiching my rock-hard cock between their two warm bodies. “She’s been acting all uppity since we got here, so I think she needs to be taken down a few pegs!”

“Ooh, that doesn’t sound very good for you,” I remarked to Lillian. I peered into her brown eyes and saw a combined fear/lust look, a gaze that pled for mercy even as she begged for more. “I think you pissed Rachel off something fierce. How best do you think we should punish her?” I added to my assistant.

Rachel leaned forward and let her blonde pigtails drape over Lillian’s golden flesh as she pressed her pale cheek against the Latina’s neck. “Well, it’s pretty obvious that we need to make her fuck you,” she noted in a voice just above a whisper – and more for our captive’s ears than anyone else’s.

“That’s true. But she was going to do that anyway. How’s this different from any other evening?”

“Well…” Rachel thought about it for a moment, and then a truly evil look crossed her pre-teen face that actually startled me a bit. “I think you’ve been working entirely too hard lately, Mikey,” she replied in a voice that was a satiny, immature falsetto. “I think that you should just relax, and let me take care of everything.”

“I… Okay.” I wasn’t quite sure what she was up to, but I have to admit that the thought of the delicate little brunette being dominated by my tiny blonde lover did seem intriguing. “I think that’s an excellent idea,” I said with a smile. I released my grip on Lillian’s wrist, removed my hand from over her mouth, and relaxed, sliding my hands behind my neck as I lounged. “Carry on,” I ordered imperiously.

“I’ve changed my mind, I don’t think…” Lillian began to stammer as she tried to squirm up my body to escape the blonde demon behind her.

With a surprising speed Rachel reached up, grasped a handful of the brunette’s long, black hair, and yanked her backwards. Ignoring the girl’s whine of pain the blonde pulled her into a seated position on my pelvis, close enough so that my cock rested between her slim ass cheeks. “Nobody told you what to think!” Rachel hissed. “Now just for that you get five swats!” With a demonic glint in her eye my blonde lover rained a series of five short, sharp blows across Lillian’s ass, her hand coming nowhere near my cock but sending delightful vibrations through my shaft with each blow.

“Ow!” The President actually half-whined, half-sobbed at the spanking, but the squirming of her hips as she ground her stiff little-girl clit against my pelvic bone betrayed her pleasure at the torments she was undergoing. “No, please, I’ll be good, I’ll do what you say, just don’t spank me anymore, please, I don’t want it…” she lied as she arched her back even more, thrusting out her flat chest and pointing her rock-hard nubbins at the ceiling.

“Quiet!” Rachel paused for a second, and for a moment I thought she was going to drop out of the game and perhaps try something a bit less rough, but as I glanced into her green eyes I could see the flash of inspiration. “I know,” she purred in an oily voice. She leaned in close, pressed her lips against Lillian’s ear, and whispered something too quietly for me to hear.

Whatever it was, it was clearly an idea that both aroused and frightened the Latina. “Wait, I’ve never even done that…” she quickly said, her look of faux-terror replaced with one of real concern.

“Don’t worry,” Rachel said in a quiet, kind voice. “I’ve got… I want you to do it first, ‘cause... Remember what I said back…”

“Okay.” Lillian broke out of her ‘tormented sex slave’ act for a moment, and I was struck by the loving look exchanged between the two. The Latina smiled confidently at the blonde, tilted her head back, and shared a light kiss with her ‘tormentor.’ “For you, I’ll do it.”

“Thanks. Love you.” Rachel smiled, gave Lillian another quick peck on the lips, and then to my surprise reared back, pursed her lips, and spat in the girl’s face. “Don’t question me, cunt!” she hissed as she yanked the brunette’s pigtails once more. “Do it! Ask him!”

“Ah! Yes, okay!” Lillian resumed her act, and peered down at me through tear-filled eyes. “P-please, sir,” she begged in a trembling voice, “please fuck me in my ass!”

“Are you sure about that?” I asked. I have to admit that I was intrigued but also worried… not only had I never had the opportunity to go in-through-the-out-door and decided that it was high time I expanded my sexual repertoire, but at the same time I also knew that as well endowed as I was (in proportion to the girls’ new, diminutive forms) that I ran the risk of actually injuring her. “After all, I think it’d be kind of a tight fit.”

Lillian opened her mouth to reply, but she was interrupted by a quick swat across one cheek by Rachel. “She’s sure, Mikey,” she replied. I glanced over the ‘suffering’ Latina’s shoulder and saw the blonde girl grin and hold up a small tube of lube. “The little bitch needs to be taught a lesson!” she added as she wriggled the tube back and forth.

“Okay, sounds good to me. Carry on.” Even though I knew it was an act, I have to admit that the sight of one girl dominating the other actually was a bit of a turn-on, and I felt my cock throb with anticipation of the sexual frontier I was about to pierce – both figuratively and literally. I settled back firmly onto the mattress, peered up at my ‘victim,’ and smiled. “Make her do it,” I ordered.

“Noooo, please don’t, it’s too big,” Lillian whined. “He’ll tear me apart!” But her body betrayed her words, and I could tell that the thought of being sodomized actually aroused her. Her nipples were stiff and rock-hard, standing out from her flat chest as if she were encased in ice, and I could feel the wetness of her drooling pussy dripping against my pelvis as she grew hotter with each passing second of her ‘torment.’

“Quiet!” Rachel yanked back on Lillian’s pigtails once more, fastened her lips over the squealing girl’s, and fed off her kiss.

At the same time I felt a fumbling near my cock that I couldn’t see through the Latina’s body, and I wondered what was happening… but only for an instant, as what felt like a gallon of ice-cold goo dribbled onto my superheated cock! I opened my mouth to say something, but stayed silent the second I felt Rachel’s hand wrap around my prick and pump, her palm sliding effortlessly along my lubed-up shaft as she spread the oily slickness up and down the entire length. Crafty little girl, I thought as part of my brain wondered how she had planned all this. “You think that’s enough?” I asked clinically, my voice almost bored as I played up my role as indulgent master to the two girls. “After all, she’s pretty tight back there.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” Rachel flashed me a quick smile, and then turned her attention back to Lillian. As she forced her tongue between the brunette’s lips I felt her hand leave my cock and slide forward – and from the stiffening of her body and the squeal of surprise that was only slightly muffled by the kiss, I instinctively knew that the blonde had slid one or two lube-slicked fingers into the President’s ass. “There now, how does that feel, bitch?” she asked the Latina.

“Oh my God,” Lillian whispered, her voice a quiet, awe-filled murmur of pure pleasure. “Oh my God, oh my God,” she chanted as she rolled her hips, forcing more of her asshole down on Rachel’s fingers.

“See, Mikey? I told you she’d like it. Now get on your back and spread your legs!” She punctuated her command with a swift slap to Lillian’s face – and as she pulled her fingers from the girl’s ass I could swear I heard a quiet sucking sound.

“Yes, okay, please…” The brunette seemed almost in a daze as she rolled off of me, lay on the mattress, and curled her body until her knees were pressed against her shoulders. “Please, sir, please fuck my ass,” she begged as she reached down and pried apart her cheeks with her fingers.

I didn’t need to be asked twice… With an energy fueled by my raging lust, I knelt close to Lillian and grasped my shaft in my hand. The lube made my tool slick, but with a firm grip I guided my head straight to the Latina’s asshole. The second that I made contact her shitter puckered in alarm but I was too far gone to care, and slowly I pressed my hips forward. The President hissed in discomfort and her eyes narrowed in pain as I felt myself push forward, pressing against the resistance, and with a suddenness that surprised us both her asshole relaxed and I popped inside of her. My grunt of satisfaction and her squeal of shock complemented each other perfectly as I slid another inch of my thick rod inside her straining body.

“That’s it, Mikey!” Rachel hissed as she knelt near Lillian’s head and held her knees down. “Tear open her ass, make her pay for being a priss!” I glanced at the pigtailed blonde and saw her green eyes wide, glittering with an unknown and hidden fascination, as she stared at my violation of the Latina’s ass. “Fuck that’s hot…” she whispered.

“Oh fuck it hurts it hurts don’t stop keep going it hurts…” Lillian was babbling, writhing in agonized pleasure beneath me as I pressed another inch into her ass. I pressed my palms against the back of her thighs and pushed her legs down even further, pressing her knees into her armpits and almost folding her in half as I pressed forward. Her hole gripped my prick like a vice, but with a grunt of effort I pulled out until only my cockhead was inside her pre-teen body, and then I slid three inches back inside of her.

Lillian’s flailing hands smacked against Rachel, and the impact seemed to snap the blonde out of her obsessed daze. “Oh, I’m so gonna…” she muttered, and with a single, fluid motion she raised one leg and straddled the brunette’s head. With a low groan of pure bliss she lowered her hips as the Latina pressed her face up, and the soft, delicate sounds of lapping reached my ears. “Fuuuccckkk…”

I set up a rhythm, slowly pumping in and out of the President’s ass as she squirmed in discomfort and lust. Rachel’s hips rolled in time to the tongue washing her own drooling pre-teen slit, and her gasps and pants were in time to mine. Simultaneously both mine and the blonde’s fingers dropped to Lillian’s body, and we stretched her out even further as I penetrated the girl while Rachel pinched the girl’s tiny stiff nubbins and cruelly twisted her nipples. I could feel the pressure building inside my balls, a hot, thick, frothy mix that threatened to erupt at any moment as I buttfucked the little slut before me while she ate out the blonde above her.

The torments, the pain, the helplessness she felt proved too much for Lillian, and her entire body tensed and trembled beneath us as she crashed over the edge and her orgasm tore through her prepubescent body. I felt her asshole clench around my cock as her pussy twitched around my fingers. Her trembling mouth was evidently exactly what Rachel needed, and with a shuddering gasp her green eyes rolled into the back of her head as she tensed, her own orgasm clenching deep in her belly as she twitched above her lover. And the sight of both of them, simultaneously locked in cumming, the scent of their pussy juices and trembling bodies and sweat-slicked flesh was what I needed and I felt the pressure build as I tensed…

Suddenly the door burst open with a bang! “Mister Mike, I woke up ‘n had to use the bathroom,” Paisley practically shouted as she burst into the room, her eyes wide and a shocked look gracing her face. “’N I heard this noise ‘n I looked in and I saw Abby ‘n Meg, ‘n Meg had her mouth in Abby’s dirty place…”

“Fuck!” I practically screamed as my heart skipped a beat, and I lost my balance. As I fell backwards my cock slipped from Lillian’s ass with a loud, wet POP! just as my balls clenched. Helpless to do anything but direct the spray, I quickly grabbed my prick as a thick, ropy strand of cum shot from the tip. It was almost comical how the strand seemed to hang in the air for an instant before splattering down the length of Lillian’s well-fucked body. A second blast pooled on her flat, trembling tummy, while a third plastered her mound and oozed down to her slowly re-clenching slit. At the same time Rachel squeaked in surprise and lost her balance, and her hand flailed out to find something to catch her fall… which happened to be Lillian’s sweat-slicked thigh. Her palm skidded across the golden flesh and she landed bodily on the Latina – just as a fourth blast erupted from my cock and landed on her forehead. Lillian herself screamed in terror and clutched Rachel’s waist as she peered over the blonde’s ass at our intruder.

Everyone froze – we stared at Paisley in shock and horror, and she stared at us. I can only imagine what she was thinking… the naked bodies, the sweat-slicked skin, and my spunk seemingly everywhere. I saw her blue eyes slide up to my face, and then down my body to my cock, which pulsed one last time and let loose a tiny dribble of jism that hung from the tip like an obscene icicle.

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck… “Uhm,” I finally stammered. “Listen, sweetie…”

With a squeak of confused fear Paisley spun and dashed out of the room.

I stared after the fleeing girl, and then turned to regard the spunk-splashed Rachel and the well-fucked Lillian. The two girls stared at me, their faces almost glowing a bright red – although if it was because of their post-orgasmic bliss or their embarrassment at being caught doing what we had been doing, I wasn’t quite sure. “Fuck,” I finally muttered.

“Yeah,” Lillian added.

“Uhm, does anyone have a tissue or something?” Rachel remarked as she tried to scrape my sticky spunk off her brow with her fingers.


For the next few days, things between the girls seemed more than a little tense. Oh, there was nothing blatant towards which I could point – rather, it was a weird sort of energy between them as hard feelings went unspoken, confusing desires went unexpressed, and general bitchiness ensued. If it wasn’t for the fact that they were physically pre-teen girls, I would have suspected PMS… but even without the most terrifying female condition for a man in all of human existence since the dawn of time, things certainly weren’t all that great for me.

I think that Lam tried to explain both the Meg-and-Abby girly encounter and the three-way fuckfest she had interrupted, and perhaps she had even calmed the little girl’s fears – but ever since she had burst in on Rachel, Lillian and I in a very compromising and very messy position, Paisley had kept her distance from me. Yes, she was still ‘friendly’ and a raging chatterbox when I wasn’t around, but the second she detected my presence she shut up, stared at me for a heartbeat or two, blushed a deep crimson and looked away. After almost a full day of nagging by Lillian she had taken to regularly showering and Rachel had adopted her as something of a ‘little sister,’ and the pair spent an inordinate amount of time whispering secret somethings about which I wasn’t too sure I wanted to know. Still, it was fairly obvious that it was about me… namely because of the flurry of whispers and giggles punctuated by deep, crimson blushes from the brunette and wicked, lusty stares from the blonde that the seemed to go through whenever I was around.

Meg adopted a similar stand-offish attitude towards me, although I could tell that hers was based on furious rage and not any kind of shyness. A few times I tried to engage her in conversation about our situation, what we needed to do in order to secure the complex, even about military helicopters – and she refused to take the bait every time. Instead, she would just glower at me with a sullen look, make up some lame excuse, and wander off somewhere… usually to ‘inspect the perimeter,’ or some bullshit like that. It was beginning to feel like the first time we met, and I was at a loss about what I could have done to piss her off. After a day or two I finally gave up and adopted a wait-and-see attitude.

The quasi-cold war between Abigail and Rachel seemed to deteriorate even further during this time. Because she had been spending so much time with Paisley, my former neighbor had to split her days between the girl, her horror-show cooking, and general neatening up – and as a result didn’t have many opportunities to perform her girlfriendly duties with me. Abigail seemed willing to step into the void, and she definitely ratcheted up her cockteasing to a whole new level. But when Rachel ‘accidently’ noticed the pixie-haired blonde sitting far too close to me on the sofa the second day, a dark, sour look crossed her face, and she became determined to get in between her rival and I. It might have been funny if the situation wasn’t so confusing… there we would be, Abby and I, doing whatever (and the girl acting in a rather slutty manner – standing too close, laughing too loudly at my lame jokes, and letting her hand linger on me a few seconds longer than necessary), and in would burst Rachel. “Just checking to see if you need anything, Mikey,” she would sing out in a bright, sunny tone filled with sweetness and light, a tone that never seemed to reach her eyes as she glared at Abigail. Needless to say, this situation frustrated me even more than Meg’s – namely because, with the pair of them intent in getting in each other’s way, neither one of them was spreading their legs for me.

However, that’s not to say that I didn’t get any… far from it. Lillian proved loving, very available, and very much in the mood for a bit of rough-and-tumble whenever and wherever we were. While Lam continued to delve into the mystery of Paisley, Paisley seemed to only see my throbbing, spurting cock whenever she looked at me (which confused her child-like mind even further), Meg sulked like a teenager, and Abby and Rachel glowered at each other, the President of the United States proved to be every much as submissive a slut as my little Asian slave. I didn’t keep track, but I easily fucked her at least three times per day during the tense time, ranging from a quickie in the kitchen as she gripped the sink and I speared into her from behind, to a romp on the couch, to more than one session in my bedroom. She encouraged me to go further and harder each time, almost to the point where I started to fear that she did want me to physically harm her – but I still managed to get her off every time without any permanent damage, raining down slaps and pinches and twist and tweaks on her nubile body as I pumped blast after blast of jism into her tight, slick pussy.

If my days might have ‘belonged’ to Lilly, my nights belonged to Lam, who always seemed to somehow find her way into my bed in the dead of night. I would drop off to sleep (after plowing into Lillian or, more infrequently, Rachel), only to be awakened a few hours later as a tiny, sweet-smelling little form slipped under the covers and snuggled up against me. We fell into a quiet pattern in which she whispered her worship of me, stroke or suck me hard, and then had me fuck her until we both exploded in a mutual orgasm. As this was done with another little girl just inches away that was fast asleep in their post-fucking haze, it added a level of kinkiness to our sessions that somehow made things even hotter. I was forced to clap my hand across her lips as I thrust into her to muffle her cries of agonized pleasure as the tip of my cock pounding against her cervix and she writhed beneath me – and it felt like I pumped gallons of spunk into her pre-teen womb.

If I had to state definitively, I would have to say that everyone – myself included – seemed almost to be waiting for something. The tension of long-delayed stresses, close quarters, and disrupted lives grew too much, nobody seemed to be talking to anyone else, and everyone suddenly had some sort of secret agenda that they were pursuing. There was work that needed to be done – we needed to clear out the apartments in Tower Two and salvage anything useful, we needed to build up our defenses, we needed to recon the general area just to get the lay of the land – but we did none of it. The days almost blurred one into another, a non-stop movie of sleep and so-so cooking and general tension, of tight pre-teen pussy and gasping moans and sweaty girl flesh. Yet even our sexual encounters had taken on a bit of an edge – Lillian insisted I get rougher and rougher, Rachel was even more aggressive than usual, and even Lam seemed to channel her inner sex-slave during our playtimes. As for me, I merely tried to keep the peace between everyone and rein in my inner demons.

After four days of this, the dam finally broke and led to one of the biggest fights we had ever had as a group. In hindsight it was ultimately good for our little band and exactly what we needed as it sorted out some major problems – but in the moment, I honestly believed that it might actually be the end of us all.

And it all started because of a few cans of cinnamon-apple pie filling.

>>Chapter 10>>

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