GOING DEF

BY ABC-T

She came to me in a dream one night. She was absolutely gorgeous and we loved each other very much. In the dream peoples voices among other sounds seemed faded but I could hear perfectly this girls screams. But alas it was only a dream, or so I thought.

The reality was I was a soldier of the Marines in Iraq. I was being sent home in about a week because I had taken a bullet in the shoulder and two in a leg, this they gave me a purple heart for and relieved me of my duty. It was a shame that I was honorably discharged from the marines but I was no longer of use to them.

The shoulder was the worst wound of them all but I would recover in time and once again have full use of my right arm. The bullets that shot me in my left leg only hit me in my thigh. They were mere flesh wounds to me and I managed to kill the Iraqi soldier that caused them. But to the doctors back at the base they weren't flesh wounds. One had gone as deep as the bone and was painful as hell to get removed.

For the week remaining while I was there I would have to stay at the base. So that is what I did, socialize a bit with the other soldiers and generally was board stiff. Of course I emailed my family back home and they seemed all to pleased that I was coming home.

During the day a few civilians from town would hang out around the base seeking food and anything we could spare.

It was on one of these days that I met a man who ran an adoption agency. He ran this adoption agency for poor and homeless kids. Poor hungry kids that he carried pictures of.

His group was one of those groups you hear about on television where you can send money. Then receive updates on how your sponsored child is doing. He wasn't primarily stationed in Iraq and was only visiting.

On a second day of meeting with him he brought some of the kids that he watched over, with him. He was in Iraq collecting new homeless children. All around it made me sad to see such a business.

The kids that he brought with him were from varying descents and while I talked with the man one of my buddies was messing with the five kids. He was showing them a gun and they seemed very interested.

While I was talking with this man I heard a gun shot in the direction of the kids. The soldier that was showing the kids the gun had accidentally not turned the safety on. His gun had gone off but did not hurt anyone just thoroughly freaked the kids out.

One little girl in particular was freaked out enough to start screaming. Long after the gun had gone off she continued to scream. Her scream was so load that it caused the soldier and my new friend to cover their ears.

It was at this moment that I fell in love. I fell in love with her scream, it was a scream unlike any other, and it was louder than any other also. I had fallen in love with the girl at that moment to. This had startled me because I had never before liked young girls; there was no place for peadophiles in the Marines. And yet I loved this girl not just her deafening scream but also loved her.

When she had finally stopped screaming I had hanged my topic with my new friend. I was now interested in adopting this girl. He told me about the girl and her country of origin. It turned out she had come from America but hadn't been back in so long. She could speak English but needed improving; they just didn't have the means to teach her.

She was six years old but her birthday was fast approaching. She had been found in New York City alone and homeless her parents abandoned her before she was two years of age. When they found her this guy's adoption agency was passing through. She was put into his care and hadn't been back to the States since.

Upon his return the next day he had all the paperwork for me. I signed the necessary forms and soon I had a little girl. His adoption Agency was based around homeless children so I was able to get her for a very cheap price. I was able to pay for her with the little money I had with me in Iraq, just over two thousand dollars.

I was sent home a few days after this, with her. She seemed so excited to finally be able to go back to the United States.

So I was back in the United States and I had a kid. We celebrated her seventh birthday when it came around and by that time she had begun to love me as well.

I sent her to school and she learned quickly, I also helped her. We had the perfect father daughter relationship and I had long since stopped thinking about her in a sexual manner. This was at least until she turned ten.

She had begun to develop into a young lady by this time and had little budding nipples, which she very proudly showed me. This was the first time that I had seen her half naked since I had met her and washed her those first few nights. But now it was three and a half years later.

This wasn't the thing that sparked my interest in her again though. This act by her hadn't even bought on sexual thoughts. It was actually a few nights later when I accidentally walked in on her while she was bathing. The shock of having her father in the room caused her to scream.

And scream she did; it made me cover my ears and yet this is when I remembered why I had fallen in love with her years before.

It took a couple days until she finally forgave me for walking in on her. But when she came to me to tell me it was okay she came to me seeking something else.

She came to me in search of answers to sex questions. She was young and probably just then discovering her body. I was her only parental figure so she wanted me to answer her questions.

I went over the whole subject with her, starting with how babies were born and explaining the menstrual cycle. To then explaining more in depth as to why adults have sex.

One thing she was extremely curious about was orgasm. She had played with herself a bit but didn't think she had ever had one; she wanted me to help her attain orgasm.

I don't know what I was thinking, but next thing I knew she was sitting on my bed naked, waiting for me. She looked very nervous and yet excited at the same time.

To continue her education a little bit more I lightly touched her stomach to explain where her ovaries were and other things of her body. This is how I started out and soon I was showing her, her clitoris.

From there I bought her to a screaming orgasm. Her loud scream somehow deeply turned me on and from that day forward I lived for her deafening screams.

I bought her to screaming orgasms several times after that first one and soon we were exploring sex more intimately.

I soon found other ways to make her scream. We pierced her belly button one night, which made her scream. I tied her up a spanked her one night, which made her scream. I popped her cherry, which made her scream.

I now tie her up and torture her body almost everyday, making her scream. In the end though I always bring her to a screaming orgasm. She doesn't regret the things I do with her and I don't think she ever will.

She loves me deeply and has become the girl of my dreams. Even now as I am going deaf to most other sounds I can still perfectly hear her screams.