Breed 2 (Sci-fi, Mg, Ff, Oral, Anal)
by Osric134



Detective Inspector Ian Graves was worried now. The body that
they found in the flat above the shop was that of a well-known
pimp of young child prostitutes. Ernest Reems was a scum-bag that
they all had wanted to get rid of, but someone had 'done him in'
first. There were signs of a struggle in the room, the bed was in
disarray and the ugly greenish coloured vomit overflowing from
his mouth had messed up the sheets around the man's head.
From the look on his face, he died quite a horrible death;
struggling and fighting to his last.
Ian didn't like the report on the last victim before him either,
it didn't make any sense at all to him. He knew that there had
been a child in the place recently, the fingerprints confirmed
that, but there were also bodily fluids on the man and on the
sheets that also confirmed that he had recently had sex with a
female child too. Where was she? Had she run away during the
attack?
He sighed and waved the skinny forensics guy over, the man seemed
eager to tell him something.
"Sir, the fingerprints of that missing girl are here too!" he
said excitedly.
He stared at the man. A connection?
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"I have to get the official results from the lab, but yes, I
recognise that peculiar pattern on the swirling. She's been
here!" he said.
Ian thought about that, had the girl been here first or had she
been brought here afterward? There was definitively a link, an
angry father perhaps?
Whatever it was there was someone killing people involved in
child sex.
"See if you can match the trace evidence found on the two men."
he said, "I want to see if they are one and the same girl too.
Maybe that girl is being passed around and someone doesn't like
it."

Michael Samuel was late home for his regular TV show. He had to
work late and his boss, Amanda Bernette, would not let him leave
before he finished that report for her.
He hated the woman so very much, knowing he should have stuck to
his guns and told her to 'fuck off'. But he was a timid man and
she knew it, that was why she kept getting him to do things for
her at every opportunity.
Michael wanted to quit his job at the financial firm, he wanted
to go into her office and tell her to shove it 'where the sun
don't shine', but he was a coward and knew he wouldn't have the
guts for something like that. At least that was what his aunt had
always said to him when she was still alive.
His aunt had been a strange woman, a scientist who had died a
equally strange and horrible death. Some media reports  had
claimed that her death was linked to experiments she was carrying
out for the military, her company was well known as a bio-weapon
facility. There was still that big commotion about those soldiers
that it was rumoured who had all been permanently mutated by some
kind of drug that the facility had created under his aunt's
stewardship.
The new rumour was that she had been trying to cure her own
cancer. She had turned up miles from the wreck of her car in a
ditch, all her insides eaten out or melted or something;
completely gutted out. The reports claimed that her cancer cure
had gone horribly wrong.
He knew that they had embellished the story just for news
purposes. The people who came with the police to visit him from
the lab had no idea what she was working on, all they had found
was some notes on some animals she had incinerated. They had come
to him to see if she had left anything in his home pertaining to
work she might have done. He had let them search, going through
anything the found relevant and yet finding nothing. They had
even gone into his own PC, leaving empty-handed. He felt really
uncomfortable about the twn men who stood back and observed him
as well as the search.
It was a shame that she had died though, she was his last
remaining relation and had always been really nice to him, if a
tad strange at times. Like those times she kissed him and tried
to push her tongue into his mouth. Or the times he woke to find
her sitting on his bed, her hand gently stroking his stomach as
she smiled down at him. He always got the impression that she
wanted to fuck him and was trying to hold back.
She was a constant visitor to his home after his parents died,
she helped him through university and even gave him the deposit
for his home.
Michael shook his head. He would miss her though, very much.
He walked alone through the towns streets, it was two in the
morning. At least there wasn't a crime problem out here like in
London.
Suddenly he looked over at the doorway to the shop ahead, seeing
a girl of about twelve or so standing there in a short white
dress and a heavy blue bag on her shoulder. She looked up as he
approached, smiling at him. Michael was concerned, what was she
doing out so late?
"Aren't you out a bit late?" he asked before he could stop
himself.
She smiled at him and nodded. He stopped now, knowing that
something was wrong with her.
"Are you OK?" he asked her.
She shrugged and rubbed her stomach. She was hungry.
"You hungry?"
She nodded again, smiling up at him with that very pretty face
and those huge blue eyes that seemed to see into his soul. Such a
familiar look.
Michael felt a connection to her, felt sorry for her, she looked
so lost. She was probably a mute or something, run away from an
abusive parent at home. Maybe she didn't have a family, just like
him. Maybe she had escaped from an orphanage somewhere and ended
up here.
"Where do you live? I'll take you home!" He said.
She shook her head, showing him an open-armed gesture that could
only have meant that she didn't know where she was. A thought hit
him.
"Did you run away from a home?" he asked.
She nodded and pressed her hands together in a gesture of
pleading. Then she pointed at him and made a sign of sleeping
with her hands against the side of her tilted head.
"You want to sleep at my house?" he asked.
She smiled and nodded. Michael didn't really want to take her
home, but he couldn't leave her out her at this hour. Even the
police station was closed now.
"Alright!" he sighed in resignation, "Come on!"
She smiled and grabbed his arm, hugging herself against it. He
got a strong whiff of some sort of perfume or scent coming from
her. It was so strong that his head spun a bit before he shook
off the feeling. He took her bag and found that it was very
heavy. The girl was much stronger than she looked.
"Just understand, no funny stuff!" he said, "I don't do things
with kids and I don't want to wake up in the morning to find you
gone and all my stuff with you!"
The girl shook her head and then smiled again, for some reason he
felt as if he could trust her. They went off together towards his
home on the very edge of the town.

She ate heartily, he had to slow her from gobbling down all her
food or she would get an upset stomach.
"Eat slower or it will just go straight out again. Take your time
and chew your food, OK?" he said.
She nodded, looking at him strangely. Then she started eating
again, slower this time.
He left her at the table, going upstairs and preparing the old
room that his aunt used to stay in when she was visiting him. It
was just the way she had left it, all her things still in there
including her old computer. He would have to give it all to
charity some day, but right now he wanted to keep it as it was,
to remind himself of her.
He came back down and found her washing the wares, something his
aunt always did when she had finished eating. It gave him a chill
watching her, seeing her wash the plate and place it on the
drain-board, then she surprised him again by drying the plate,
the glass and the cutlery and putting them away in their correct
places, exactly as his aunt used to do. It was eerie, how did she
know where to put them?
"Err... I have your room ready. You'd better go up now. I need to
sleep, I have work in the morning." he told her, "Look, you can
stay a bit if you like. I don't mind, just don't run off with my
stuff, OK?"
She giggled again and nodded at him, walking past him and quickly
kissing him on the cheek. He caught a whiff of that scent again,
not sure if it was a very strong perfume or just a smell she was
giving off. He had never smelt anything like it before, it made
his head swing with dizziness.
Then she was gone and that oddly pleasant smell with her. He
finished by closing up and locking the front door as he always
did.
He went upstairs and found that she had found the room easily and
was standing there waiting for him.
"You found the room alright I see!" he said, again feeling a bit
disturbed that she seemed to know the house.
She smiled again, she had a really pretty face and a beautiful
smile. Her huge blue eyes stared out towards him, that odd
familiarity still there.
Then she turned, pulled her dress over her head and stood naked,
walking towards the bed before he could turn away. She had an
amazing body, slender, with slim hips and a wonderfully plump
little bottom that begged to be grabbed and pinched. Her legs too
were long, slim, smooth and pleasantly shapely. The body of a
maturing young girl starting womanhood.
She looked briefly back at him before climbing into bed and
watching him as she lay there, the invitation so obvious that he
had to leave right now. But he was still standing there staring
at her lovely face. Feeling a strong pull towards her, fighting
to resist it.
Then he backed away towards the doorway and switched off the
light, continuing backwards through the door.
"G...Goodnight!" he said to her shakily, frightened that he had
almost done something he would regret for the rest of his life.
As he closed the door he could have swore he heard her whisper:
"Goodnight Mikey!"
it was something his aunt had always liked to call him. He shook
his head told himself off for his over-active imagination. He
went to his room, undressing and climbing into bed wearing only
his pajama bottoms as he usually did because he got too hot
during the night. He was asleep almost as soon as his head hit
the pillow.

The shadowy figure of the girl entered the room like a ghost,
gliding silently over to the bed and then standing there, looking
at the man sleeping deeply on the bed. He lay on his back, his
mouth open, breathing softly.
The girl smiled down at him, bending over him and breathed in his
face with her open mouth just as he inhaled. He stirred and gave
a stifled moaned and went into a deeper sleep. She raised up
again, smiling a satisfied smile, pulling back the sheets and
slipping into the bed with him. She curled up against his warm
body, she reached into his pyjama bottoms and fondled his limp
cock. Then she raised up over him again and kept breathing into
his face. He stirred again, but remained asleep. She smiled,
stroking his balls with her slim hand. She opened her mouth over
his, closing her eyes and her thick, slime-like spit dribbling
down into his open mouth like thick oil. He choked a bit,
coughing and swallowing the slimy mess, earning another smile
from the girl. She waited until he settled down again and then
continued to dribble her slime into his mouth. He kept stirring,
swallowing with a moan of complaint then drifting off again. His
cock slowly began to get very hard in her hand and she moaned in
satisfaction.
Then she pressed her mouth to his, sealing their lips together;
her long, long tongue entering his mouth in a long, wet kiss as
she continued to 'feed' him her goo, stroking his rigid cock.
When he had enough, she unsealed her mouth from his and climbed
up onto him, angling her hips and then sliding all the way down
onto his cock with a long sigh of pure pleasure. She lay back
down on him, and kissed him, sealing her mouth to his again and
driving her long thick tongue into his throat. She thrust it in
and out of him until his throat was sufficiently relaxed and then
very gently heaved up a little vomit into his mouth, tickling the
back of his mouth until he swallowed it all down.

Detective Inspector Ian Graves sat at his desk, going over the
reports into the two dead men. It looked like both men had fucked
the same pre-teen girl just hours before they died.
There were a list of chemicals as long as his arm that he had
never seen before, didn't understand. The gist of it was that
both men had been subjected to some sort of short-lived viral
infection and chemical attack that had attacked their nervous
system and their brains, eating away and leaving newer tissue
behind it as if trying to re-program it. He was assured that
whatever it was, it had completely died afterwards and was not
contagious. It also left no trace of it's existence, only the
evidence was of patterns it left behind, allowed his forensics
team to figure out what it had done but not exactly what it
actually was. Ian didn't like these things, he would much prefer
if they remained in the labs where they were created.
He stopped. Labs. Scientist. What was her name again? Dr Susan
Langham, that's right. She was a weird corpse that had been eaten
out from the inside.
He pulled that report up on his computer and went through it,
comparing the findings of all three and sitting back with a
satisfied smile. Even though it didn't say the same thing, it
matched like separate pieces of a jigsaw.
"Damn," he thought with a laugh, "I could be a TV detective at
this rate!"
He laughed again and picked up his phone, calling Jane Horton
outside.
"Jane, get me someone at BioTechnology Inc. I need some
information on Dr Susan Langham!"

Michael felt strange all day. Not tired really, but weird. His
head felt woody and his stomach felt as if he had eaten sludge
the previous night and he had all these weird dreams about having
sex with girls. He woke up quite worn out, it didn't help that
his boss had made him work so fucking late again.
He had been surprised to find the girl sitting in the living
room, watching TV. She smiled up at him and then went back to
watching the BBC Breakfast News. He made them breakfast and left
her there, telling her where to find essential items.
Amanda, his boss, was being a real pain, she kept wanting him to
adjust his report, complaining that it wasn't done properly the
first time and that she should have done it herself.
He was tempted to ask her why she didn't, but just let her mouth
off.
"I don't know why you put up with that Michael, she's always
ragging on you all the time." Katherine Mandelson said in a low
voice, "You should tell her where to get off!"
Michael shrugged, he didn't like to make waves. Katherine was the
new head of the accounts department who had come on when that
other woman had left suddenly, she never took shit from Amanda at
all, sometimes shouting it out with her in the office as everyone
watched on. It was very entertaining.
He just kept on during the day, still feeling a bit queasy in the
afternoon, drinking lots of water and upset-stomach tablet trying
to settle the wobbliness.
He reached home, half expecting to find the girl gone and half
his stuff with her. He got a pleasant surprise when he not only
found her still there, but the place tidy and the floors vacuumed
and clean. She was sitting in the living room, watching TV. Her
face was intent on the program showing at the moment, so she
didn't hear him come into the house.
"Hello, you're still here I see!" he said.
She looked up then and smiled, nodding.
"Still not talking?" he asked.
She shrugged and smiled, turning back to the screen. He was
surprised to find her watching that detective show that his aunt
had always liked. The girl was really freaking him out.
He knew that he should try to get her to child services, the
police or something, but there was still something holding him
back.
He shrugged, he would give her a couple of days then she would
have to be taken in. He would tell her later, but for now she
could just relax and enjoy her freedom.
He cooked dinner and then they sat in the living room with her in
the same chair, watching the telly. She slid up next to him and
smiled, leaning against him, giving off that same strong
'perfume' she seemed to exude. He felt a bit dizzy, leaning back
in the seat to clear his head. She snuggled against him, taking
his arm and pulling it over her shoulders, her smell stronger,
intoxicating. He felt as though his mind was clouding over,
drifting off into a troubled sleep.

The girl got up and sat in the sleeping man's lap. His head was
tilted to the side now and she held it in her slender hands,
lifted and tilting it backwards. His mouth hung open as she
leaned over him and began to slime into him slowly, feeding him
as she had the previous night. He made a gurgle briefly and then
started swallowing as his mouth filled up with the thick goo.

Continued...


  
Breed 2