Lethal Lolita

by Leslie Schimdt

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:

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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.