Chapter One

"What is patient-doctor privilege?"

I had never been asked that question before by one of my patients. "Well, it means that anything you tell me I must keep a secret. I can't tell anyone what you say if you don't want me to."

"Not even the police?"

"That depends. I can't tell the police anything that you have done, but if your planning to break the law, and you tell me beforehand, then I may have to tell them in order to keep someone from getting hurt."

"What about my mommy?"

"I told you before; I won't tell her anything you don't want me to." I took off my glasses. "Now, where did you hear about patient-doctor privilege?"

"I was reading about it on the internet," she said. "Anyway, you can't tell anything I say. All I have to do is tell someone about what we did and you'd be in big trouble."

My head started to swim. I had never anticipated being blackmailed by a ten-year-old. Then again, she wasn't asking for anything-yet.

"So, what do you want me to keep secret?"

Suddenly her expression changed, she changed from the pensive, innocent girl to the troubled a young lady. Her face darkened and she seemed to become detached from her surroundings.

"Last night, I killed someone."

The blood ran to my feet. I was speechless for a few moments. Something about her look told me she wasn't lying.

"He was the third man I've killed."

"Do you want to tell me?" I asked.

"He was a policeman."

Now I felt faint, the lead story that morning had been about the shooting of a cop in an empty office building. Then I realized that she had probably heard the story too and was projecting herself into it. Megan had never seemed to have too great an imagination, but all children her age fantasize and sometimes they imagine themselves in events they hear about. I regained some of my composure.

"Tell me about it."

"No, not now."

"Well, you look like you need to talk about it, otherwise you wouldn't have brought it up. I'll bet you're pretty upset about it."

Suddenly she started talking, as if flood gates had opened, there was a torrent of words.

"Ya know. The first guy was a jerk. He took me to his apartment so we could fuck, ya know. He runs a gallery my mother buys for. He had been making eyes at me whenever I was over there. A couple of times he brushed up against me with his dick. Once, he came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders and pushed his dick against my back. I could feel that his dick was hard. Then he put his hands down my top and felt my nipples. His hands were cool and he rubbed them softly-it felt pretty good-so I leaned back against him. He asked me if I wanted to go out with him after the gallery closed. I turned around and ran my hand up and down his dick through his pants and said 'sure'.

"Later Mom told me that she had another business dinner that night and she had arranged for Mr. Robson, I called him Jerry, to watch me. I said OK.

"We ate at a deli near his studio, then took a cab to his building. As soon as we were inside he turned it on, ya know, romantic music, candle light, wine.

She stopped talking for a moment, deep in thought. I had suspected that her mother had been using her for business favors, not an uncommon thing in some circles. I also understood my role. Megan's mother is a top art dealer in the city, a real power in local social events. However, her father is someone I couldn't come up against. It is an open secret that he is a top member of the local syndicate-numbers, gambling, prostitution, even a behind-the-scenes boss in the local labor unions. Lately, that had taken the form of immigrant smuggling and, as a result, he was also becoming part of the Russian and Ukrainian Mafia. I knew that the only w I could help her was to build enough strength within Megan that she would be able to say "No" when she wanted to. There was no way I could go to the authorities-not and live to tell about it. Help her to learn the ins and outs (so to speak) of sexual politics.

"You must have liked all that attention from him," I said.

"Oh, ya. He seemed real sweet. We kissed some and drank some wine. It was warm and the windows were open, the wind blew the drapes around.

"I began to think that something was kind of strange when he wouldn't rub me, ya know, rub my pussy. I took his hand and put it there a couple of times, but he pulled it away. He asked me to suck his cock, so I did. By now, he was naked but I was still wearing my pants. He was on his knees and I was sitting in front of him. I was really looking forward to fucking him because he had a really nice cock. It was kind of long but thin and very smooth. I thought it would feel real good sliding in and out of me.

"After just a couple of minutes, he came. He held my head so I couldn't have pulled away if I wanted to, but I didn't mind. I sucked and swallowed and he seemed to like it.

"Then he got up and left me sitting there. He went and turned on the TV, without saying a word to me. It kind of pissed me off. All he wanted was a blow job and he didn't even try to make me come.

"We sat and watched TV for a little while. I was really horny so I started rubbing his dick again and he started to get hard.

"He took me into the bedroom and we lay down. We hugged and kissed some more and he wanted me to suck his dick some more but not make him come. I guessed that he was saving some for my pussy.

"I was lying on my stomach with him on top of me. He was humping my ass through my pants when I asked him to take my pants off. He lifted up and pulled them down, I was still on my belly. When he had them off, I rolled over and spread my legs, I know that this view really turns you guys on, it sure did you.

"That's when I started to get scared. He looked at me, at my pussy, and got a really weird look on his face, kind of angry. He pulled me up in front of him and pushed my face against his cock. He held my head and really pounded into my mouth and it hurt the back of my throat and I gagged. I had to push him away.

"That's when he told me he wanted to fuck me in the ass. I said no, I didn't want to. I was getting pretty pissed off and I was about the grab my clothes and leave. I started to get off the bed and he grabbed me and slapped me. I struggled with him, but he choked me and said he'd kill me if I didn't let him. My lip was bleeding, I knew he meant it.

"Then he threw me down on the bed and pulled my ass up into the air. I just let him do it. He jammed himself into my ass-it really hurt. I could feel his cock way up inside me and I know I screamed. That just seemed to turn him on more and he just kept fucking me real hard until I felt is dick twitching as he came. Then he rolled over on his side, pulling me over with him and we lay there with his dick still in my ass. It burned so bad and I had a stomach ache real deep inside me.

"Then he went to sleep and his dick slipped out of me. I went to the bathroom. My butt was real sore and I was bleeding. My face wasn't bruised but my lip was a little swollen. I went to the front door to look out, but the bolt was locked and the key wasn't in it (it was one of those locks that has a key on both sides). So I lay down in the living room and went to sleep.

"A couple of hours later, I woke up when I heard the shower running. I went into the kitchen and looked around for something to eat. I found a box of Cheerio's and was munching on a bowl when he came in. He just told me that he wanted me to suck him off again, just like that. I knew I had to. He was standing next to me, stroking himself. He was hard, so I started blowing him.

"He was much slower to get going this time and my mouth was getting tired. I stopped sucking him and asked him to fuck me. That's when he got really angry and picked me up. He was very strong and he shook me like I was some sort of doll. I started to cry.

"Then he carried me to the counter and sat me down on the counter, he looked down at my pussy and jammed his dick in me. He was fucking me real hard, it hurt a lot. I could see that he was getting more and more turned on. He said that I was the first girl he had ever fucked.

"He was really hurting me, I could see that he was about to get off as he slammed into me. The pain was awful. Then he put his hands around my throat as he fucked me.

"I don't know were the idea came from, but there was one of those knife sets on the counter, ya know, in a wood block. I felt him start to cum and I was so pissed off that something took over and I grabbed one of the knives and stabbed him in the side.

"His eyes got real big and he squeezed down on my throat. I pulled the knife out and stabbed him again, this time in the middle of the chest, just inside his nipple. Some blood squirted out on my belly and more ran down his. He stepped back and looked down at the knife sticking out of his chest, then he looked at me. His dick was still hard, there was some cum dripping out of it. He was bleeding real bad and it had run down his chest and stomach. It was even running down his leg. He made a gurgling sound and blood came out of his mouth, then he fell back on the floor.

"What happened next was weird. Looking at him, I started to cum. The feeling was so strong! I started rubbing my pussy and the feeling just got stronger. Then I was on the floor with him, rubbing my pussy back and forth on his stomach and coming over and over again. I was the most incredible thing. I was tingling all over, in my legs and my nipples and even in my arm pits. I needed it so bad that I scooted over his chest and pushed the handle of the knife into my pussy. As I jumped up and down on him he made little grunting and squishing noises. I just came and came.

"When I finally stopped, there was blood everywhere. I was coated in his blood all over my legs and thighs. It was smeared on my belly and stomach. His face was smeared with blood. His eyes were open, just staring up.

"I stood up and slipped in the blood on the floor. It was really slippery. I almost fell on him. I couldn't believe what I had done, and I was real scared. I just sat down on a chair and cried. Then I thought it over and decided that I had to get out of there but that I needed to clean up first.

"I went to the bathroom and took a shower. Then I put my clothes on. I still couldn't find the key to the door, so I climbed down the fire escape and walked home.

She was silent, just looking at the floor between us. At that time, having just heard the story, I didn't believe it and I was wondering where she had developed such a fantasy. There are a few case studies in the literature about women who feel sexual gratification from violence, but they are rare. It is much more common in men. I had never heard of the problem manifesting in a preteen girl.

Then she said, "I'm getting horny, I want to fuck."

She stood up and pulled her sun dress off over her head. I wasn't surprised that she wasn't wearing any panties.

Megan was about 4'8" and weighed maybe 85 pounds. She had short dark hair. She had a completely flat chest. Her nipples would contract and push outward when she was really excited, but there was no swelling underneath them. Her full pussy lips were completely bare. She came across the room and stood directly in front of me, straddling my knees where I was sitting.

Without saying a word, I leaned forward and started running my tongue along her smooth slit. I heard her give a soft sigh and she pushed her mons forward, bending her knees slightly. I looked up at her and asked, "You don't have a knife, do you?"

"No silly, I just kill the men who are jerks."

I went back to her pussy, feeling a little ill at ease.

As I worked my tongue back and forth along her preteen clit, I was stroking myself. I opened the fly of my pants and released my rigid tool. Megan pulled up on my shirt. I had to undo my tie and unbutton my cuffs and a couple of buttons around the collar, then, she pulled it off over my head. I undid my belt, then lifted up slightly and pushed my pants down around my ankles. During all this, I kept up my oral assault on her ten-year-old pus.

Her pussy juices were flowing liberally and she was breathing hard when she lowered herself and I guided my cock right into her tight, hairless pussy. She had the smoothest snatch I had ever experienced, a warm envelope which slid over me with incredible ease, in spite of her tightness.

Megan began bouncing up and down, moving me in and out of her wonderful child cunt. Her skin was flushed and she was becoming wet with sweat. I slouched down so I could better see my dick sliding in and out of her hairless preteen pussy. Her breath was coming in gasps. Her movements became more and more violent as she would lift up, then slam down on me, repeatedly impaling herself on me.

She caught her breath, then grunted. When I felt her pussy spasms I went over the edge and shot my load of sperm deep into her girl womb, firing again and again deep in her.

Afterward, she just hugged me, panting hard, still impaled on my dick. After a couple of minutes she got up and, without saying a word, put her dress back on. My dick leaned over to one side, glistening with her cunt juices and my cum. The last of my semen leaked out, forming a small white pool on my hip. She came over and kissed me on the forehead. As she turned away, she stopped. She leaned down and licked up the small pool of cum on my hip.

"I'll see you on Thursday, Doctor." Then she went out the door.

I stepped out of my pants and walked to the window of my office in nothing but my socks. I looked down into the parking lot through the dark tinted glass. The lot was almost empty, it being almost six o'clock. Megan bounced down the stairs and climbed into a white limo, the door being held by a uniformed chauffeur.

I went back to my desk and logged on. It took me only a second to find the article. As I read it, I heard the blood roaring in my ears:

* * *

May 22, 1996-Police are investigating the murder of Gerald Robson, the owner of "The Mirage" an upscale art studio in the river district. Robson was found dead of apparent knife wounds at his apartment. A police spokesman said there was some evidence of a struggle and it appeared that the assailant had held Robson down. No motive for the murder was immediately apparent as the front door to the apartment was locked and it did not appear to have been burglarized.

Mr. Robson's body was found by a co-worker who went to the apartment when Robson did not arrive at work. The co-worker, who asked not to be identified, described a horrific scene. She stated that Robson was in the kitchen and had at least two stab wounds to the chest and that the knife was still in his chest. She also said that there was blood smeared all over the floor and counters, the there were bloody footprints around the apartment and that it appeared the assailant had left via the fire escape.

The police stated that they had recovered fingerprint and DNA evidence at the scene and were awaiting autopsy reports. They have no other leads in the case.

* * *

I was completely overwhelmed by this and did not know what to do. I decided that, for the present time, I would do nothing. I had to think this through. I also had to study some case histories to better understand what was going on between this dark eyed ten-year-old's ears.

I pulled the video tape of ours session. I have two cameras hidden in my office and tape every session. Normally the office staff takes care of them but, once Megan's and my relationship had become less than professional, I had dealt with the tapes.

I watched them to see if I had missed anything. Then I watched us fuck. When that was over, I put the earlier tape on of the first time we ever fucked and jerked off.

Chapter Two

Three days later, Megan came back into my office. Again, it was 4:30, our usual time on Monday's and Thursday's. My office staff left at 5, so we were alone in the office after that.

"How are things going, how is school?" I asked.

"The other kids are jerks and my teacher's a bitch."

This exchange had become somewhat of a habit, to start every session, I asked her the same thing, and she responded the same.

"You told me a lot last time and I have checked up on your story, I believe it's true."

Megan looked straight at me. Her expression changed to anger. "Of course it's true! I killed that bastard, just like I've killed two other guys. Why didn't you believe me!"

It was obvious that I had hit a nerve in this young lady. "You must see, it's kind of a fantastic story, Megan. Not every ten-year-old stabs people while they're making love."

"We weren't "making love", he was fucking me and hurting me. I was just defending myself (the jerk)."

She was very angry now, so I needed to cool things off. "Ok, ok, ok," I said, "I didn't mean to get you so upset."

We were silent for a few moments.

"I was so pissed off at that bastard," she said under her breath.

"It's terrible what he did to you," I said.

Megan sat, silent. Her arms were folded across her chest, her chin was down, she had shut down. I waited in silence.

"He was a jerk, a faggot jerk. He wanted to fuck me in the asshole because that's what he did with his boys. Mommy knew he was gay. Why did she send me out with him? She knew that he didn't want a girl. She could have found him a guy. He was probably just curious about whether a girl's asshole feels different from a boy's."

Again, we were silent, probably for a full three minutes. Then she looked up at me. "Larry, it's strange that I come so hard when...isn't it."

"Well, that's what I'd like to learn more about," I said. I knew I had to go somewhere I didn't want to go, but there was no avoiding it. "You said you've killed three men. What about them?"

She got a distant look on her face.

"The second guy, well, he really wasn't that bad. He's the maintenance man in the building across the street. He has a reputation, you know, for liking little kids. A girl I know says he has put his hands down her pants and he has a thing going for one of the boys in my building. He is always hanging around with him and, sometimes, they go out for pizza and things. Once they were caught sucking each other's dicks under a stairway.

"Well, I was walking home from school and I saw him standing in the doorway to his building. I don't know why I did it, but I just walked up to him and said, "Do you want to fuck?"

"He said sure and we went inside and down to his shop. As we went down the stairs, I was kind of scared but I was also getting turned on, ya know. When we walked into the shop, I just pulled my dress off over my head. Then I slipped off my shoes and pulled off my panties.

"He locked the door and pulled off his clothes. It took him a bit longer because he had to untie his shoes. His dick was already hard and I just went over to him, knelt down and started sucking it. He groaned some and started humping into my face. I looked up at him and told him not to come, that I wanted him to come in my pussy.

"I sucked on him a little more, then he said he wanted to fuck. I said Ok. He went and lay down on the floor on a rug next to his workbench. I walked over and stood above him, his dick was pointing up at my pussy. That's when I noticed the box knife on the work bench. I really didn't think about it. I lowered myself on him and slid his dick inside me.

"It felt really good, and I was really turned on. I was bouncing up and down on top of him, feeling the tingling starting to spread up my belly. He was humping hard up into me and then he grunted. I felt him shoot cum inside me, and at the same time, I came. I leaned back, straightening my back and saw the box knife again.

"I don't know why, but I grabbed it and slashed his throat just as he humped into me and shot more cum. He made a strange burping noise and his blood sprayed up into my face. That's when I came like crazy! I came so hard that it knocked the wind out of me. I remember that I couldn't even breath.

"Next, I was still straddling him and his dick was still inside me. He was staring at the ceiling, and there was blood everywhere. I had blood all down my front and in my hair. I stood up and his dick flopped out of me. I had to wash off in a laundry sink, I actually had to climb up in it to wash all the blood off of me. Then I put my dress back on, my panties were covered with blood so I left them there. I locked the door behind me and went home.

Again, I was at a loss for words. The crimes she was describing were absolutely horrific. It was obvious that she felt little or no remorse for taking these men's lives. Also, in this case, she had sought out her victim. She had crossed over to be a predator and it was hard to find any justification for this crime.

"That was the second man you killed. But you also killed that police man."

"Ya. I had to kill him, he was going to get me in a lot of trouble," she said.

I waited, didn't say anything. I was hoping my silence would spur her on.

"That was last Sunday. Mommy had set me up with a date with one of her clients. He was a sweet man. We went to his hotel, a really nice place with a spa and everything. He was from Los Angeles.

"We called up room service and had some pizza. I asked him if I could have some red wine from the bar, he said sure. We sat together on the bed and watched TV, but all he did was put his arm around me and I cuddled up to him. He really seemed kind of nervous, ya know, not really knowing what to do next.

"After a while, I decided that if anything was going to happen, I would have to start it-a lot of guys are like that, too scared to move. So I turned around and sat on his lap, facing him. I put my hands on his shoulders and asked him if he wanted to kiss me.

"All he did was lean forward and give me a peck on the lips, like I was his daughter, so then I gave him a real kiss, tongue and all. He seemed to get the idea, I felt his dick swell between my legs, I was sitting across his hips, ya know.

"That's when he started moving. He had his hands on my sides and he pulled them back and rubbed his thumbs over my nipples. This made a shiver go through me, and I began to feel wet. I leaned back and looked straight into his eyes. I took his hands and slid them up under the tank top I was wearing. He was really gentle as he rubbed my nipples with his fingertips, and I know I started breathing harder.

"Then I just pulled my top off over my head. I told him I was sorry I didn't have any breasts yet but he said he thought that was really sexy. All you guys say that!

"I undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt (You've taught me how to do that, Doc) and pulled it down off his shoulders. He had a really nice chest. I'm sure that he lifts weights. I said I wanted to try the spa.

"I got off of him, there was a huge bulge in his pants, and stood next to the bed. I undid my jeans and pulled them off. I was wearing red thong panties. He looked so mesmerized as he stared at me. Then I slowly pulled my panties down. There was actually some sweat on his forehead, he was so turned on. I laughed at him and pointed at his dick. "I guess you like what you see," I said.

"After I was in the spa, he got out of bed and started to pull at his belt. I told him to slow down. With a grin, he did just that. He took off his socks, then undid his pants and, at a normal pace, pulled his pants and boxers off.

"When he got in the spa, I stood up in front of him and asked him to lick me. He stared at my pussy. "Haven't you seen one before it gets hair?" I asked. He looked up at me and smiled. He told me he had always wanted to do this with his daughter but now she was in college. Then he reached around me and pulled my pussy into his face. He was really good with his tongue, he must have eaten someone else's pussy before! I was coming in just a couple of minutes.

"After I came down from my high, I just looked at him and said, "I'm going to fuck you now." Then I lowered myself on his dick and we fucked. It didn't take long before he came and it felt really nice to have my pussy filled with his sperm, but he was too fast and I didn't get off. But, that was ok, he was really sweet.

"Later, in the bed, we made love again. This time he was on top, I think it's called the missionary position. I'd never done it like that before, I usually like being on top and I was afraid that his weight would shmush me but it was really nice. It was like being rocked back and forth under a big warm blanket. He kept his weight off me on his elbows and knees, and I wrapped my legs around his hips. When he came, he pushed his dick way up inside me, I didn't really have any control, and it felt so nice to be so full with his dick and his warm cum. I came too, really nice.

"We went to sleep and at about 2 AM, I left. He didn't wake up. I hope that he remembers me.

She had a relaxed look on her face, obviously she had really enjoyed her evening with that man-lucky guy. I'm sure that he will always cherish those memories of having his fantasies more than fulfilled.

"So, what happened with the cop?" I asked.

"Oh, him," she said. "I was walking down 33rd Street when he came around a corner and stopped me. I know about that stupid curfew and he questioned me, ya know, who I am, how old am I (I lied and said I was 15), where I live, why was I out. I just told him I was walking home from my friend's house. That I had been having a sleepover but couldn't sleep, so I had slipped out to go home. I asked him if he would give me a ride home and he said he couldn't do that and was going to have to call my parents and have them come get me at the station.

"This really pissed me off. My mother would be so pissed if she had to come get me and answer all sorts of questions and, of course, my dad really doesn't like dealing with the cops. So, I started to cry and told him I would do "anything" to keep my parents from finding out. That's when he just came right out and said he'd let me go if I gave him a blow job.

"We went into this building down the street, I guess it's an office building, and went up a couple of floors. He had a key to the front door. All the offices were locked so we got to the end of a hall and he said, "Ok, no one's around here." Then he undid his pants. He was a black guy, I had never been with a black man before. His dick was huge! It must have been ten inches long and it was so big around I couldn't fit more than just the head in my mouth.

"I was on my knees sucking him and he started saying things, ya know, like "Oh ya, suck my meat" and "Suck it you little white cunt bitch" and things like that. It really started to piss me off. I was sucking this cop's dick, my jaw hurt, and he was calling me names. The longer it took, the more pissed I got.

"His pants were around his ankles. When he started to come, he grabbed my head and pushed his dick way back into my mouth. I couldn't breath and started gagging and coughing on his load, but he just held me there with his dick choking me. That's when I grabbed his gun and brought it up between his legs, just behind his balls, and shot him. He saw me grab his gun and was pushing me away when I shot him, but I had bit down on his dick. It was really weird. He fired and enormous load of cum and blood into my mouth, more than I ever could hold and it actually sprayed out of my mouth and back into his dick hair.

"He sank down onto his knees and was holding his stomach. He groaned. I had stood up and still had the gun. I just put it against the top of his head and pulled the trigger. The first time I had shot him, I had not heard the gun. This time, I was really startled, it was so loud! It made my ears ring. He fell foreword.

"Then, all of a sudden, looking at the blood, I started to come again. I just sat down on the floor across the hallway from him and rubbed myself. I had to pull my pants off. Then I took his night stick, it was one of those ones with the little handle, and I pushed it up inside me. I kept imagining that it was his huge black cock, ramming into me and filling my cunt with his cum. I just came and came for at least five minutes. I finally came to when I heard his radio. They kept calling out the same number, asking for a response. I guess that was his number. Then his cell phone rang. After that, there was some sort of a call for all units, I knew they were looking for him.

"I took his gun and ran home. I had to sneak in the back entrance to the building because my clothes were full of blood.

"Why did you take the gun?" I asked.

"I don't know, I just wanted it, I guess. I put my clothes in a plastic bag and left them in a dumpster that weekend."

"You know, the police are turning the city upside down looking for you," I said.

"Ya, I hear that they think it was some prostitute and their busting every one on the street. But, no, it was just me."

She was silent for a moment. "I'm ready to fuck now," she said. Then she stood up and turned around. "Would you unzip me?"

She was wearing a long blue dress with a tie around the waist. The dress was really quite fetching. I walked to her and untied the dress, then lowered the zipper.

"Something new there eh? Never seen me with a bra before, right?" She had a training bra on. She turned around. The bra and her thong panties were dark green.

For some reason, the sight of her in these rather grown up lingerie really turned me on. "I think their beautiful, doll." I said. She struck a pose, one hand on her hip, the other behind her head. I started to strip, seeing no reason to delay.

As I took my shirt and socks off, Megan did a bump and grind strip tease, reaching behind her and undoing her bra, then slowly letting it slide down her arms and off. As I pulled off my pants and boxers, she hooked her thumb under one of the strings of her thong and, very slowly, pulled it down until the waist band was just above the top of her slit. Then she danced around some more, finally pulling the panties free and off while standing in front of the window.

"Can anyone see in?" she asked.

"I don't think so, they're pretty dark."

"I wish people could see. I really like showing off. I would love to dance in one of those clubs downtown. The idea of all those guys getting horny watching me... Oh, God, I'm ready to be fucked!"

She sat down in my desk chair, slouched down and spread her legs. "Get over here and fuck me," she commanded.

In an instant, I was on my knees, pushing my enraged cock into her hairless preteen vagina. I just couldn't get enough of watching her lips part to let me slide in and out of her, her engorged clit sliding along the top of my cock. I was just beginning to build when she had her first orgasm, arching her back and grunting. I controlled myself and kept from blowing my wad as I watched her come.

"Do you want to do it doggy style?" I asked.

With a grin, she agreed and got on the floor on her hands and knees, her slick pussy poking out from between the back of her thighs. "Don't try to fuck me in the ass, you know what I do to men who do that," she said.

I didn't need reminding. I slid my dick into her waiting pussy, easily going all the way in until the tip of my cock pushed up against her cervix. She started rocking back and forth. The feeling was incredible. If I took my hands away, the only contact we had was her pussy around my cock. This increased my awareness of her smooth and tight snatch.

Megan was getting more and more turned on, her cunt juices had coated my dick and my crotch hair was sopping. Megan came again, her pussy clamping down on me. As she came she said, "Don't come, don't come."

I bit down on my lip to keep from filling her snatch with sperm. She flopped down, her ass in the air, held up by my dick in her pus. She was panting hard, her back was damp with sweat.

"I'm going to suck your dick now." She crawled forward, leaving my dick sticking out in the air, then turned around and took me in her mouth, forcing me down her throat. As she bobbed, I sank back onto my heels, watching this beautiful ten-year-old suck my dick. "I want to taste your cum," she said. She circled the head with her tongue, then sucked me deep again. The jiz built behind my balls. As she felt me move toward orgasm, she redoubled her suction and I blew an enormous load of semen into her child mouth. Cum leaked out around the corners of her mouth. As I fired stream after stream into the back of her throat, she looked up at me and smiled as her mouth overflowed with my white jiz.

When I had finished, she pulled away, a rope of cum stringing out from the end of my cock to the end of her tongue. She kept her mouth open, it was full of my white jiz, more ran down her chin. Then she closed her mouth and I could see her swallow hard. Then she opened it again and the cum was gone. She straightened up and put her arms around my neck. We kissed deeply. She tasted of my cum. We stayed there, on our knees and hugged. Then she slowly got up and went over to my desk, where her dress lay. She pulled her dress on over her head. I zipped her up and tied the bow.

As she left, she said, "There's a guy who hangs around the school. I'm going to do him next. I want to see if I can make him shoot cum and blood at the same time."

As the darkness spread outside, I sat at my desk, still naked, and considered what I should do. I decided that if she did kill again, I would have to do what I needed to stop her, no matter what happened to me. I knew I could not go to the police, so I decided I would contact Megan's father. Certainly, he would realize that her murder spree must end before it destroyed his family. He was the only one with the power to stop it. Hopefully, Megan would stop.

Chapter Three

October 14th, 1996-Police are investigating a shooting death of a suspected child rapist. Officers entered a home on Jacoby Street when they heard shots from inside the residence. In the bedroom, they found an unidentified minor girl who stated that she had been abducted and raped by the man. The girl, reportedly a ten-year-old, managed to get her attacker's gun and shot him twice. The girl was treated and released from a local hospital.

October 16th, 1996-The community was rocked today with the announcement of the arrest of the ten-year-old daughter of prominent business man Charles Massy. The girl has been charged with the murder of Jacob Carlson and city police officer Dwain Charles Washington. Washington was found dead of two gunshot wounds in an office building on 33rd Street last week. Carlson was, reportedly, a maintenance man in a building near the Massy's apartment. Police declined to release more details of the charges against the girl except to say that they are investigating connections with two other murders in recent months.

October 17th, 1996-The case surrounding the so called "Lethal Lolita" took another twist today when maintenance workers found the body of her mother, Donna Massy in the back yard pool of the Massy estate in up state Chestertown. The San Joseph County Coroner's office released a statement that Mrs. Massy's death appeared to be an accidental drowning.

Donna Massy was a popular member of the city's arts community and acted as a buyer for many local studios. She was especially popular because she would buy works by lesser known local artists and arrange their showing at upscale studios. Her daughter, Megan, often accompanied her to shows and exhibits. Megan, is currently being held at the city juvenile facility without bond on four murder charges, including the murder of Dwain Washington, a police officer.

October 21st, 1996-Students and faculty of the State University are mourning the death of a popular professor and prominent child psychologist. Lawrence Jones was found dead in his office, he reportedly hanged himself. His office assistant stated that he was questioned by police at his office hours before he was found. She stated that the police had left the office with several files and video tapes. It is rumored that he was treating Megan Massy, the so called "Lethal Lolita" who is charged with four murders.

July 10th, 1997-Eleven-year-old Megan Massy was convicted today of two counts of second degree murder in the deaths of police officer Dwain Washington and maintenance man Jacob Carlson. The jury aquitted Massy of two other charges of murder in the cases of Gerald Robson and Ronald Smith. Evidence had been presented in court that Massy had been abducted and sexually assaulted by Robson, a local art dealer, and Smith, a known pedophile.

A man, who identified himself as juror number seven stated that, while they felt that the girl had been victimized by all the men, there was evidence that she had been a willing sexual partner to Washington and Carlson. However, the juror also stated none of the members of the jury were satisfied with the outcome of the case. "It was really hard to convict this girl. We'd have a lot less trouble with these perverts if their victims would off them more often."

July 12th, 1997-The so called "Lethal Lolita," eleven-year-old Megan Massy was sentenced to 20 years in prison today for the murders of two men, one a city police officer. Under the guidelines established for minors convicted of violent crimes, Massy will become eligible for parole on her eighteenth birthday. Under the terms of the sentence, she could be paroled in 2003.

December 14th, 2003
To: Director, State Parole Board
Fr: George Micheals, Juvenile Parole Officer
Re: Parole violation in the case of Megan Massy, Doc #111483

Sir:

Megan Massy failed to appear before me yesterday, December 13th for her required meeting. I investigated her disappearance and discovered that she had not been seen at her half-way house since the afternoon of December 12th when she had left the house by cab.

A search of her computer revealed several e-mails from overseas (a Ukrainian ISP) and a statement that she would be picked up by private jet on the afternoon of the 12th. I contacted the cab company and they confirmed that a young lady was taken from the address of the half-way house to the general aviation terminal at the airport at 3:20 PM.

Under the circumstances, I can only conclude that Ms. Massy has fled the country with the assistance of her family. You will remember that her father, Charles Massy, disappeared during her trial and is believed to be living in the former Soviet Union. He fled after evidence was presented that his wife had been providing Megan to business associates for sexual favors. His wife had died in a swimming accident several months earlier.

I have contacted the State Police and FBI and will continue to follow up any leads which may arise in this case.