Ayumi (c)
Chapter Five
By Fiction Writer #13
(rom, paranormal, voy, exhib, teen, preteen, mast, m/g, F/F, lez, 
oral)

Hanging up the phone left me with a sense of helplessness.  A strange 
feeling washed over me as I stood in the empty kitchen.  I couldn't 
explain it, but for some reason, I knew, I just knew beyond a shadow of a 
doubt, that my mom... that my mom would never again cook a meal for 
me in here ever again.

I shook of the sudden chill that ran up and down my spine and decided 
to make something for Ayumi and myself to eat.  Nothing difficult, some 
PB & J would do for now.  Comfort food; that's what I wanted, needed 
more than actually putting something in my belly.  I needed some 
semblance of normalcy on this very odd day.

The sandwiches took no time at all to make.  Mom had bought that 
peanut butter with the jelly already added to it.  I think I told her I liked 
that stuff back when I was in the first grade, and she had bought it ever 
since.  Sad thing is I stopped eating PB & J sometime in third grade.  I 
got sick of having the same lunch day after day, but that didn't stop mom 
from buying it.  I suppose someone else in my family must have liked it, 
or else all the cabinets would have been full of unopened jars of the 
striped stuff.

I found myself cutting the crusts off, more for Ayumi than for myself.  I 
remembered mom always did that for me when I was her age.  There it 
was again.  That feeling that something bad was going to happen to the 
rest of my family.  This time it came with a tear leaking out and dripping 
to the paper plate below, just missing the crust-less triangles of wonder 
bread.  I quickly wiped my watering eyes and took some deep breaths.

'Keep it together Justin,' I told myself. 'You can get through this.  You've 
never needed anybody before, and you don't now.  Stop acting like a 
little pussy.'

That last part of my declaration brought with it a flash of memory... 
Ayumi's little pussy.  I guess it's true what they say about guys thinking 
about sex all the time, even when they really shouldn't.  At least it 
brought a smile to my face.

With the sandwiches done I poured two glasses of milk and started for 
the living room, only to stop and come back.

'Fill the sink with water, just in case.'

When I finally returned to the living room I found Ayumi still firmly 
planted in front of the TV.  Her eyes never left the screen, even when I 
handed her the plate and glass.

"I thought you might be hungry," I said as she took the food from me.

"Starving!" She tore into the sandwich with wild abandon, jelly squirting 
out the side and dribbling down her cheek. "It's delicious!" she mumbled 
through the peanut butter. "Otho never gave me stuff like this!"

"No?" I asked as I sat back on the couch.  She had found a cartoon 
show on the TV, something about colorful dragons and two Asian kids.  
Watching the way she crammed the food into her mouth made me 
wonder, what do you feed a dream?

"What did Otho feed you?"

"Mmm... most times nothin.  Sometimes he'd give me scraps of his food, 
but only if the dog didn't want it." She stuffed another corner into her tiny 
mouth. "If I got real, real, hungry... mmm... I'd steal from the dog's bowl.  
He always had crunchy stuff in it, but he never liked to share with me.  
He would bite me if he caught me eating his food.  One time Otho 
caught me stealing the dog's food..." She got real quiet and just let the 
sentence end there.  I couldn't even fathom what this girl had gone 
through before she ended up in my front yard.  If I had anything to do 
with it, she'd never go through anything like that again.

I can't stand bullies.  I never understood why anyone would want to hurt 
someone else.  Strike that.  I never understood why someone would 
want to hurt someone else who had done nothing to them.  Sometimes 
you had to fight, had to punch someone in the face to make sure your 
point was made.  But to do that to someone without provocation, or pick 
on someone just because you perceived them to be weaker... that's just 
stupid.

This Otho guy was a fucking psycho compared to the morons at school, 
though.  Ayumi was a cute little girl, something to be protected from 
monsters like him.  How could he have treated her like that?  A child, 
she's just a child... and more terrible things had happened to her by the 
age of eight than would happen to me in a lifetime.  At least, I hoped that 
was the case.

Then again, Ayumi wasn't a girl, at least not according to her, and Otho 
wasn't a guy, he was a demon.  That part seemed true enough.  Most 
guys don't melt when they get wet.  But Ayumi being a dream?  Sure she 
was different.  She had done things to my mind and made that chain 
appear and disappear at will (I'm still trying to wrap my head around 
that!), but to think of her as nothing more than someone's dream made 
real?  How was something like that even possible?

"You gonna eat that?"

Her voice brought me back from wherever I was.  She was kneeling on 
the floor before me, her legs tucked back under her bum with her knees 
together.  Her face was covered in the remnants of her sandwich; jelly 
had dripped down her bare chest, a long purple streak running from just 
above her left nipple to the bottom of her rib cage.  Her eyes were 
locked on the untouched half of my lunch.

"No, here," She smiled broadly as I passed her my paper plate, her lips 
slightly stained. "Eat up."

Once the food was in her hands it went to her mouth, her cheeks puffing 
slightly as she barely took the time to chew. "Iss vermy goonnd."

"I'm glad you like it." She tried to smile at me as she chewed, but some 
of the sandwich escaped and landed on the carpet.

"Ayumi."

She stopped picking up the crumbs and looked at me as though she was 
afraid I would ask for my sandwich back.

"I'm going upstairs to take a quick shower while the power's still on.  Are 
you going to be okay here by yourself?"

"Mmm... hmmm." Her head nodded up and down so fast that her hair 
bounced. "I'll be fine." She pointed at the TV, "Toons," she smiled before 
whirling away from me.

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The lukewarm water felt great as it washed away the sweat, dirt and 
grime that I picked up during my one-sided wrestling match out front.  I 
took the time to further inspect my body for signs that I had received that 
ass-whooping, and confirmed that I didn't even have a bruise.  So 
fucking weird.

I had long since put down the soap and wash cloth, my body being as 
clean as it could possibly get, and even shampooed my hair for the 
second time today.  I keep my hair long, but not girly long.  Just long 
enough so that when I head bang at a concert it flies around a bit.  It's 
not really styled, I just try to make sure that it doesn't make me look like 
Luke Skywalker or worse, poof out like an afro.

I guess I look okay.  I'm not in the habit of comparing what I look like to 
other people.  If girls don't like me because I refuse to spend money on 
clothes and shit, well then, I guess I'm not much into them either.

The whole 'dress like everyone else, look like everyone else, act like 
everyone else' thing reminds me of Nazis.  This kid in my school, Mike I 
think his name is, he dresses in all the latest fashions, listens to the 
popular music, and pretty much acts like an asshole.  All the pretty girls 
like him.

Sheep; Nothing but a bunch of fricken sheep.  I imagine these same girls 
will lose their virginity to an asshole like Mike, get beat up by 'em and 
say shit like 'he didn't mean it', or find out he's been cheating on them 
the whole time and blame themselves for it; So fucking stupid.  Then one 
day they'll realize that what they really want is a nice guy, and once they 
find one, they'll treat him like shit.  All because they believe that all men 
are dogs because of the assholes they've chosen over the years.

The whole thing pisses me off; the whole game of life.  Everyone has 
their parts to play, and if you play it right, it just goes on and on and on. 
Something has to change.  Someone has to stand up and say, 'Fuck it.  
I'm not playing by your rules'.  I'd like to think that I might be that 
somebody, but I know better.  This stupid shit will continue no matter 
what I do.  I'll never be cool enough for anyone to listen to what I have to 
say.  So fuck em, fuck em all.  All except... well, except for Ayumi.

She never asked for anything that happened to her. She didn't choose 
Otho over a nice guy, he took her, made her his slave.  She didn't stick 
around after he beat her because she thought he might change, she had 
nowhere else to go.  She's obviously not swayed by pop culture or the 
latest fashion trends; she walks around butt ass naked, for Christ's sake.

Most importantly... she chose me, me of all people to take care of her.  
Master; she called me her Master.  And when I asked her not to, she 
stopped.  She listens to me.  Actually listens to what I say!

Maybe fate wasn't such a bitch after all?  If Ayumi hadn't shown up I'd be 
alone right now; alone as the world outside my door is falling apart; 
alone to face what might yet happen as the day goes on.  But I wasn't 
alone... she was here, and she was looking for me to protect her; to take 
care of her.

As I stood under the strong spray of the shower my thoughts turned 
away from the harshness of the real world.  My mind drifted down to the 
little girl with the innocent eyes but not so innocent past sitting on the 
floor watching cartoons.  I could see her in perfect detail, just as she had 
sat before my hungry eyes; her legs spread wide, the hot pink flesh of 
her insides glistening.  My mouth began to water, and my cock sprang 
up to attention in the matter of a few heartbeats.

I'm not well hung, no secret porn star life for me any time soon, but I'm 
okay with it.  I'd be lying if I said that I wouldn't be happier if it were 
bigger.  I mean, who wouldn't want a bigger dick?  But for what I got, I'm 
not complaining.  I read that the average is around six, I'm close enough 
to that... and if it keeps growing as I get older, I should reach that, 
maybe even pass that mark by a little if I'm lucky.

But for now, since I'm not fucking anybody, five and a half is more than 
enough to jerk off in the shower.  That's something I've got a lot of 
experience with.  I've been doing it for over two years now, and I don't 
see myself stopping anytime soon.  I can't believe that there was a time 
when people thought that wacking it would make you go blind, or grow 
hair on your palms.  The only thing that scares me is that I'll get so used 
to jerking off in the shower that I'll start popping boners when it rains.

Pubic hair is another matter entirely, that I wish I had a bit more of.  The 
only reason I want more is so that I don't look like a little kid when my 
clothes are off.  As it was now, I had some on my balls and a small patch 
just above my shaft, but that was about it.

None of that mattered to me at the moment though.  Right now I just 
wanted to pop one off, relax a bit while I had some time to myself in the 
shower.  I grabbed the hair conditioner and squirted some into my palm, 
warming it up by rubbing my hands together.  I stepped out of the harsh 
spray and moved to the back of the shower, no use using it if it washed 
away.

The moment my creamy right hand took hold of my cock I closed my 
eyes.  Images of a dozen or so of my favorite porn stars flashed through 
my mind.  Big breast, small tits, real ones, fake ones, red heads, blondes 
and brunettes... they danced and gyrated before me, clothes falling to 
the floor like leaves off a tree.

I sat on a throne overlooking the bevy of beauties as they shook, 
shimmied, and caressed one another for my pleasure.  As they moved 
and moaned, my cock grew harder and harder.  My hand slid over the 
veins and over that little spot just below its head, that wonderful spot that 
sends a shiver up my spine and tingles the roof of my mouth.

Their eyes never left mine as painted fingers dipped tweaked and 
pleasured smooth skin and pink flesh.  A drum beat began, its tempo 
timed with my own heart.  Faster and faster they moved and slid across 
one another.

The fake porn star moans gave way to real sounds of female arousal.  
My hand pumped away in both my fantasy and in real life.  My grip 
became a little tighter, hair conditioner oozing between my fingers.  
Despite the shower, beads of sweat formed on my forehead, my 
temperature rising, the drum beat thumping in my ears.

Tongues passed through lips, both oral and vaginal, as juices shone on 
flushed cheeks.  I stood up from my throne and moved towards the 
writhing mass before my hungry eyes, my hand never ceasing it's 
stroking.  I had a need.  I wanted to thrust my cock into a hole, a warm 
wet hole.  It didn't matter who I chose, or which orifice.  I just needed to 
feel it wrapped around my prick.

Closer and closer I moved, each step offering up a new view in illicit 
detail, new sounds coming into focus.  Slurping, sucking, wet sounds 
assaulted my senses, driving that drum beat to an even faster tempo.

An odd thing happened on my approach.  The pile of women, their 
fingers still exploring and tongues still dancing, divided before my eyes, 
revealing a new erotic display.

Four women held another, much younger girl, down on the floor.  This 
new girl, her skin golden, her hair black as night, was held down on all 
fours, each of the older women holding either an ankle or a wrist tightly.  
Her head was down, her face obscured from my sight, but what I could 
see... made my cock throb in anticipation.

My gaze followed the line of her spine from her shoulder blades, which 
were closest to me, all the way to the twin globes of her ass, which was 
held high in the air.  She barely had any hips to speak of, but her tiny 
slender frame didn't suffer because of that.

Her body writhed and strained against the women who held her, though 
it seemed she was not actually trying to escape them.  She moved as if 
she were desperate for more intimate touches than what the women 
surrounding her were providing.  Her waist gyrated, her back rose and 
fell, muscles tightening, rippling, seeking out pleasures denied.

She shone with perspiration, almost as if she had been massaged from 
head to toe with exotic oils.  I knew then that I had to have her.  None of 
the others would do, just this one.  My harem had anticipated my lust, 
and held my prize in place.  Just watching as this girl twisted this way in 
that, had me so close to cumming that I had to slow my wild strokes.  
The drum beat subsided, as did the moaning of the other women.  They 
had slowed down as well, choosing to watch as my gift was revealed to 
me rather than continue to devour each other.  They waited eagerly to 
see the look of hunger that she brought to my face.

The young girl spoke. 'You are my Master.  I am yours.  Take of me what 
you will.'

I knew who she was even before her head lifted from the floor, her 
brown almond shaped eyes burning into my core.

'Please, Master, I need you.  I need to feel you inside of me.'

I had never fantasized about someone younger than me before.  Hell, I'd 
never had a fantasy about a girl my own age before.  All of my dream 
girls either came from the pages of a magazine, a video, or an mpeg.  
But here she was, begging me to take her, to have my way with her, and 
it affected me deeply.  I had never been harder in my life.  I felt as if my 
dick had grown another inch in anticipation of plowing her deeply.

Her eyes pleaded with me, she was near to tears.

'Master, please!  I need you so bad!'

I smile down at her upturned pixie face. 'Soon, Ayumi... soon.'

She bit her lower lip hard as I moved behind her.  Her legs were spread, 
her sex open, revealing the hot pink moistness inside of her.  The 
cheeks of her tiny bottom split, the darker star of her asshole twitching.  I 
gave my cock a few extra strokes before positioning the head against 
her lips.  One of my hands held my cock as the other grabbed her small 
hip.  With one mighty thrust I was in up to my balls.

'IIIeeeeeeeeeee!' she wailed as my balls slapped against her pussy. 
'Ooooh!  Ohhhh!  You're soooo big!  Ooohh!!!'

She felt like an inferno inside, her pussy squeezing my cock, sucking it.  
It felt so good inside of her, I almost didn't want to pull out, but my 
natural instincts took over.  I pulled out slowly, feeling her grip me, trying 
to pull me back in.  I obliged by thrusting in deep once more.

'Uunn,' she grunted.  I began to thrust into her over and over again. 
'Unnn... Unnn... Unnn... ', I never wanted to leave her body.  I wanted to 
fuck her forever. 'Unnn... Unn... Un... Un... Oh... Oh... Ohh... Oh Yeah... 
Fuck... Me... Mast... er... hard... er... uhn... umm... um... um... yes... 
Yes... Yes... Oh... Oh... Fuck... Me... Oh... Oh Oh Oh!'

I could feel her grip me tighter, my prick never knowing it could feel this 
good.

'I... I... I... I'm... Gon... Na... Oh... Gon... Na... Cum... Oh... Oh... Yes... 
Umm... UMMM... OOH... OH... OHHH, JUSTINNNN!'

The pressure was more than I could take.  My balls tightened up and 
that feeling swelled up in me.  Any second now; any second now and I'd 
be feeling her sweet cunt up with my cum!  Oh God!  Oh Fuck!

"If yer gonna make it squirt, could you point it the other way?"

"HOLY SHIT!"

My hand left my cock as soon as I heard her voice, not in my fantasy but 
for real!  My eyes snapped open, and to my horror I found that my 
hearing had not deceived me!  There, not two feet away, stood Ayumi... 
the real Ayumi.  I barely registered that she was rinsing shampoo out of 
her hair as my heart exploded in my chest.

"You don't have to stop, I just don't wanna get all sticky again." She 
looked right at my rapidly deflating cock as she spoke, the tiniest of 
smiles passing her lips.  My hands flew to my crotch once again, only 
this time to hide my shame.  I moved too abruptly, my hands making a 
loud wet slapping sound as I unintentionally crushed my own nuts.

"Ayumi!  What the fuck are you doing in here?" I asked, out of breath 
and in mild agony.

"Taking a shower; what's it look like?" She grabbed the conditioner and 
turned away from me.  Suddenly I found myself staring at the real 
version of the ass I had just been jerking off to.

My face turned beat red as I made a desperate move to exit the shower.

"You shouldn't just come in like that.  You scared the shit out of me."

"Well, you looked busy and I didn't want to disturb you," she called to me 
as I yanked a towel off of the rack and wrapped myself in it. "I was all 
sticky after eating those sanmitches an jus wanned to wash off.  What's 
the big deal?"

"The big deal?" Now that I was once again covered up, I started to get 
pissed off.  I'm not sure exactly why I was pissed, maybe it was because 
she'd interrupted me before I shot off, or maybe I was pissed at myself 
for wacking it while thinking of fucking such a young girl.  I don't know.  
All I knew was that I was fucking angry.

"Jesus Ayumi!  You don't just fucking hop in a shower with people like 
that!  I was fucking naked for, Christ's sake!"

"So was I," she called out haughtily. "An' it's not like I never saw a boy 
all nakey before; so what's the problem?"

"The problem isss..." I almost growled my frustrated rage, "... that I didn't 
want you to see me naked."

"Why not?" She sounded a bit hurt by that.

"Because."

"Because... why?"

I didn't want to get into this childish back and forth, but old habits die 
hard. "Because I said so, that's why."

"But you seen me nakey, why can't I see you nakey?"

"Damn it, Ayumi!  You won't wear clothes so of course I saw you nakey.  
God Damn it... Naked!  That was your choice to let me see you." My 
finger nails dug into my palms. "You didn't give me a choice.  You just 
walked right in without asking if you could see me naked.  That's why I'm 
pissed."

For a moment the only sounds in the bathroom were that of the shower, 
the water shattering against the tiles before sliding down the drain.  
Almost imperceptible of the din I could hear her sobbing softly.  When 
she finally spoke her voice was soft and quavering.

"I sorry."

I was still pissed, but no where near the level I had been at.  Her whisper 
of an apology took the remaining fight out of me and left me feeling like a 
big jerk (no pun intended).  She didn't know any better, she just wanted 
to get cleaned up without disturbing me.  Sure it was embarrassing, and 
almost stopped my heart, but that wasn't any reason to explode the way 
I had. I was an idiot. I needed to tell her that.

"Ayumi?"

There was a long moment of silence before she spoke up again.

"Yes?"

"It's okay.  I mean.  I didn't mean to yell at you like that," I sighed. "It's, 
well, I'm just not used to anyone seeing me naked like that... and well... 
what I was doing when you came in... I... uh... Well, that's supposed to 
be private.  I got upset because you caught me doing it, and I yelled 
because I didn't know what else to do."

Another long pause before she spoke. "Okay.  Does that mean you're 
not mad at me?"

"Yes, I mean no... I'm not mad at you."

"Okay.  Thank you for not being mad."

Her little voice made me smile. "I'm going to go get dressed now, then I 
have some things to do,* okay?"

"Kay."

"When you're done in there, why don't you watch some more cartoons 
downstairs until I'm done?"

"I can't."

"Why not?"

She pulled the shower curtain aside and peeked her face out. "All the 
pictures are the same thing; none of them are toons anymore."

That didn't sound good; I'd have to check that out for myself.

"Well, my sister has some DVDs; I'll put some cartoons on for you in her 
room."

"Kay," she smiled then pulled the curtain closed again. "Thank you."

"No problem.  I'll see you in a bit," and then I left the bathroom to put 
some clothes on.

I threw on a pair of denim shorts and another T-shirt, this time opting for 
one depicting Led Zeppelin's "Houses of the Holy" album cover.  It was a 
fairly new shirt, just of an old design; my next favorite shirt in line after 
the one that got shredded by Otho.

From my room I looked out the window down to the street below.  Both 
the damaged car and van were still there, as was the lifeless form of 
James still lying in the middle of the road.  I couldn't believe no one had 
called the cops yet.  I guess they were either not at home or glued to 
their TV's.

It was already starting to get dark out.  The hills around Highland tend to 
cut even the long days of summer short.  If I didn't want to get stuck in 
the dark, I had to work fast.

After a quick stop in my sister's room to set up the DVD for Ayumi, my 
sister Jenny is a Disney nut, I headed downstairs to gather up all of the 
flashlights, candles and batteries.  I paused briefly to see what Ayumi 
had seen on the TV.  She had turned the sound down but I really didn't 
need to hear what was being said, it was scrolling across the screen in 
bold white letters.

... This is a test of the emergency management system... This is 
only a test... Had this been an actual emergency, information would 
follow this announcement with further instructions... This 
concludes the test...

Only it didn't conclude, it just kept repeating over and over again; So 
much for the stupid system helping in a crisis.  All it seemed good for 
was interrupting just about every TV show I had ever watched up until 
this very moment.

The black out preparations took a little longer than I expected.  Nothing 
was where I thought it would be.  Apparently no one ever put things back 
where they belonged.  At least the recyclables hadn't been put out yet, I 
had planned on taking them out yesterday after work, but now I was 
thankful that they hadn't been baking outside in the sun all day.  A good 
rinse and I now had four empty milk jugs ready to fill with clean water.

The work now done, I made some spaghetti for dinner and brought it up 
to my sister's room.  Ayumi had made herself right at home, wrapping 
Jenny's covers around her like a kind of sleeping bag as she watched 
the end of "The Lion King".  She ate with the same zeal as she had 
devoured the PB & J, only this time she was careful not to spill any.

The sun had gone by the time we finished, crickets chirping loud enough 
to be heard over the central air conditioning.  After putting on another 
DVD, this time "The Little Mermaid", I took our licked clean plates 
downstairs and left them in the sink.  Before heading back up I made 
sure that both the front and back doors were locked and turned off the 
living room TV.  By the time I made it back to my sister's room, Ayumi 
had fallen asleep.

She looked so cute wrapped up tight in the down comforter that I just let 
her be. I was exhausted.  This day seemed to go on forever and ever 
without an end in sight.  I was out before my head hit my pillow.

At some point in the night I awoke slightly as Ayumi crawled into bed 
beside me.  We didn't speak, but she put an arm around me, hugging 
me from behind.  I was too tired to argue or ask her to go back and sleep 
in my sister's bed.  Besides, it actually felt comforting to have her there.  
Sleep soon took me again, her tiny snores like a lullaby being whispered 
into my ear.

I'm not sure what woke me the second time, perhaps it was a dream or 
some noise in the house.  The first thing I noticed was that Ayumi was 
no longer in bed with me but sitting on my windowsill.  The other thing I 
noticed was the blue light that spilled into the room, the moon must have 
been out and bright.

My windowsill is a bit larger than most, in fact it doubles as a desk for 
me when I have schoolwork, but at the moment Ayumi was using it as a 
perch.  She was on the balls of her feet, legs bent, her bum resting on 
her heels.  Her arms were folded, forearms resting on the tops of her 
knees, back bent as she gazed out into the night with unblinking 
intensity.

The moon cast her in the same blue light as the rest of my room, only it 
seemed to highlight her lithe form.  Every gentle curve, every soft angle, 
the light illuminated her silhouette in the dark room.  It was beautiful.  
Like a work of art.  An angel looking toward the light of heaven.

I was so enthralled with her that I barely noticed when she turned to face 
me.  I expected to see her smiling, or even frowning, but what I saw 
etched across her face filled me with the same terror that she had to be 
feeling.

"Ayumi... what's wrong?" I whispered.

For a moment she said nothing, her silence adding to my mounting fear.  
When she finally did speak, it didn't help alleviate my anxiety at all.

"They're coming," she said flatly. "They're almost here."

"Who?" I asked, but was sure that I didn't want to know.

"Otho's friends," She turned back to the window, one hand raised up to 
lay her palm flat against the glass, "The Midnight Riders."

To punctuate her words, far off but close enough to hear, the rumble of 
motorcycles filled the night air of Highland.



Continued in Chapter Six....


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