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Terminal or How Breanne Eased a Bitter Man's Dieing Days
(mrdfw@hotmail.com) (Mg, BDSM)



The following material is for adults only.  It describes sex acts
including bondage, pedophilia, and watersports.  If you are forbidden
to read or obtain this type of material because of either content or
your age please discontinue now.  It is a work of adult sexual
fiction.  It's not meant to depict anyone real either alive or dead.

Now that that's out of the way.  I wrote this for a young woman that
contacted me about one of my other stories a year or so ago.  It was a
bit of a hard story to write because of the non-consensual nature.  I
guess that's good.  As I said this is a work of sexual fiction.  I
like hearing from people who enjoyed the writing.  Please drop me a
line at mrdfw@hotmail.com if you enjoyed the story.



Terminal or How Breanne Eased a Bitter Man's Dieing Days
(mrdfw@hotmail.com) (Mg, BDSM)

"Terminal."

That's what the doctor said, "Terminal."  With a capital "T," buddy.
I was fucking terminal.

I was put on a drug cocktail while the shit ate away at me - an
expensive drug cocktail by the way.  You know the first chance my
company got to dump me they did.  After 20 years the fuckers got rid
of me at the first opportunity.  Insurance costs and all of that shit
I'm sure.  I was one of their best paid and most effective point men.
The drugs I was on slowed me down and effected my performance, but,
fuck, they could have shown me a little bit of loyalty.

I had to sell my home and move to a cheaper house in a middle class
neighborhood to keep myself on the drugs to fight the shit and squeeze
a few more fucking bitter and misery racked months out of life.
Bitter.  Yeah.  Just a little.  I switched to generic drugs that made
me horny as fuck and lethargic all of the fucking time.  I spent the
days either surfing the net and jacking off or sitting in the back
yard smoking weed.  I spent most of my days when I wasn't fucking my
fist thinking of ways to get back at the world.  I planned to go to my
former employers and blast a couple of the fuckers and off myself.  I
even went and got a couple of guns and a bunch of ammo.  I told myself
that when the pain got too bad I would just go in and finish it all.
I wanted to be an infamous fuck - go down in history.

Meeting the neighbor girl, little Breanne, changed my plans.  She
must've been between ten and twelve, thirteen at the most, brown hair,
coltish, long and lean.  When school let out for the summer she was in
her backyard in their above ground pool or sunbathing all day, every
day.  She usually waved when she saw me.  A real sweet girl.  She came
over and talked once in a while.  Look.  I'm not a pedophile or
anything, but those drugs were fucking me up.  Having her around in
that little bikini with those boy shorts (I never understood why they
called them that) was fucking with my head.

"Why don't you ever go to work?" she asked me once.

"I'm taking a sick day," I answered her.

"But, you're always home," she shot back.

"I'm always sick," I answered.

"You don't look sick to me," she said.

"Well, I am," I answered.

"Mom says you're just a pot head and probably deal drugs and to stay
away from you," she answered.

"You think you Mom wants you embarrassing her by repeating stuff she
says in private," I replied.

She stopped and thought about that a minute.  "No.  Probably not," she
said looking up at me with an elfish smile.  Then she was off.

Thoughts of little Breanne started to invade my sick fantasies.  When
I was reading BDSM tales I began picturing Breanne as the helpless
victim.  Kidnapping Breanne and submitting her to a BDSM torture
session became part of my sick "revenge against the world" fantasy.  I
just needed the opportunity.

I started preparing for the eventuality.  I had rope and a couple of
pairs of cuffs which I kept handy in the living room for when I lured
Breanne into the house.  I continued to sit on the back patio and
waited for an opportunity.

It finally came the next week.  Breanne came over and started chatting
as she often did.  I was drinking a coke.  When I finished the can I
made an exaggerated show of crushing the can.  "You want a coke," I
asked Breanne.

"OK," she answered.

"Why don't you go in and get us each one?" I asked inviting her to
enter my house.  She hesitated and I almost thought she wasn't going
to fall into the trap, but finally moved towards the door.

After she entered the house I rose and followed her.  When I got to
the doorway she was bent over looking into the refrigerator for the
cokes.  She rose and popped the top on a can and took a deep drink and
letting out a loud belch.  She turned and saw me then smiled
impishly.  She started walking towards me holding out the can.  I
didn't raise my hand to take the coke and didn't move to let her
pass.  She stood there briefly with her hand extended before saying,
"Excuse me," in hopes of getting by.  When I still didn't react she
tried to squeeze by me.  I pushed her violently and she went sprawling
across the floor, the open coke falling from her hand and spewing coke
over my kitchen floor as it rolled toward the corner.

She looked up at me more amazed than hurt I think.  "Why'd you do
that?" she asked.  I just looked at her coldly.

She rose and stood before me, trembling slightly.

"Take off you top," I said.

She shook her head no.  I think it was dawning on her what situation
she was in.

"Take your god-damned top off," I repeated as menacingly as I could.

She still shook her head no but moved her hand slowly to obey.  She
fumbled with the tie behind her neck then the two strings where loose
and hanging down but she still held the top in place.

"Show me," I ordered a bit calmer.

She let the top hand down revealing her barely budding tits - two
triangles of untanned flesh on her otherwise golden brown body.  .

"Now take it off," I ordered.

She pushed the bikini top down her body and stepped out of it then
stood facing me.  I paused briefly to admire the topless girl in front
of me.

"Now the bottom," I ordered.

"Noo-o-o-o," she responded pleadingly.

I just glared at her.  She slowly hooked her thumbs in the waist band
and started lowering her little boy shorts.  Her puss was slowly
revealed to me.  It had barely a wisp of hair.  Incredible.  My cock
hardened in my shorts.  I was totally mesmerized staring at the almost
hairless cleft.  When I snapped out of my reverie I grabbed her by her
arm and pulled her into the living room.  She struggled weakly and
groaned, "Noo-o-o-o."  I pulled several lengths of rope from a drawer
then pushed her down onto the coffee table.  I bound her wrists and
ankles to the coffee table despite her feeble struggles.  I stood over
the girl as she struggling feebly against the bindings.  God-damn she
looked hot.  Untanned triangles framed her tits and puss.  Her tits
were flattened further as a result of her arms being stretched and
bound over her head.  I just looked her over for several minutes
rubbing the front of my shorts.  She watched the bulge in my shorts
intently as she emitted little whimpering sounds.  I finally dropped
by shorts and stood there stroking my cock as I watched the little
nymphet struggling.  I dropped to my knees beside her and began to
caress her smooth skin warm from the summer sun.  Fuck.  I was in
danger of cumming without even stimulating my cock.  I moved my hands
to her chest and began playing with her nipples.  They hardened under
my gentle stimulation.  She craned her neck to watch me working her
nipples.  I started to work the little pebble-like nipples a little
harder and she gasped.  I started working them progressively harder
eliciting whimpers from the bound girl.  "Please...Oh God...please...," she
pleaded with me.  I was pinching and pulling on her nipples hard -
digging my finger nails into the distended flesh.  "No...please...it
hurts...," she pleaded with me.  With one hand I continued to work her
nipples;  my other moved down her torso, across her flat tanned
belly.  She started to struggle with renewed intensity as my hand
approached her pussy.  Fuck I was hot.  My hand cupped her fatty
little pubic mound, my middle finger rested along the cleft of her
puss.

"Mmmm...," I moaned as I delved my finger gently into the entrance of
her tight little puss.  "God damn, that's hot," I said out loud.  I
moved myself between her legs staring intently at her twat.  I pushed
my finger into her puss until I felt her hymen.  "Yeah," I thought to
myself, "a little fucking virgin."  I moved my face closer and started
to suck at the young girl's puss as I worked her with my finger,
careful not to bust her cherry.  I slurped and licked and sucked at
the folds of her flesh for an eternity, delving into ever crevice and
fold of her slick virgin puss.  She craned her neck to watch my
efforts occasionally moaning and thrusting her hips up into my face
when I got particularly rough.  I paid a lot of attention to her
underdeveloped little clit - sucking on it hard, causing her to spasm
and thrust up into my face.  I couldn't be sure but I was beginning to
thing the little slut was enjoying it.  When I thought there was
enough of my saliva to ease my penetration I rose up between her
legs.  I began rubbing my cock up and down the sloppy little cleft.

"No.  Please don't," she pleaded still craning her neck to watch.
After a minute or so of teasing I aligned my cock with her cunt and
started to push slowly into the flesh of her twat.  Fuck it was
tight.  With some effort I was able to pop the fat head of my cock
into her clutching little twat.  "No," she groaned as she felt the
penetration.  It was all I could do to keep from cumming right then.
I paused and gathered myself.  After I regained my composure I started
pushing into her again until I got to her hymen.  I pushed through her
hymen.  She squealed in pain but otherwise seemed to handle it well.
I continued to push into her clutching puss to the hilt.  A spasm
ripping through me as a shot my wad on the first down stroke.  Fuck
she was tight!  I lay on her for several minutes while my cock
softened a little.

I pulled my sloppy cock out of her puss.  It was sticky with my own
load and traces of blood from her ruined virginity.  I moved to her
head and ordered "Suck my cock."

"Noo-ooo-o," she answered turning her head away.

I started to smear my cock on her face as she struggled to avoid the
contact.  After a minute I grabbed one of her tender nipples and
twisted violently, "Suck my goddamn cock, slut."

"Owwww," she squealed.  "Please...," she pleaded but tentatively opened
her sweet little mouth.  Fuck it was nice.  Her warm mouth engulfed my
cock head.  Of course she was inexperienced and just held my cock in
her mouth.  The visual stimulation was enough though.  Seeing her
innocent face with her mouth stuffed with my cock was incredible.

"Now suck on it," I ordered.  She didn't respond so I slapped her on
the side of the head - it wasn't a hard slap - to get her attention.
"I said suck on that mother fucker," I ordered with emphasis.  She got
the message and started tentatively drawing on and then releasing my
cock.  I occasionally pulled out of her mouth and smeared my saliva
coated cock on her face and made her lick the shaft and head and even
had her sucking my nuts.  It was incredible.  Before long I was ready
to blow another load.  With my cajoling she was getting pretty good at
pulling on my meat and really applying suction when she sucked me.  I
could feel my cum beginning to boil in my nuts again.  I pulled back
so just my cock head was in my mouth and ordered her to suck hard and
I stroked the shaft.  She sputtered and coughed as I blew my load in
her mouth.  She was panicking and trying to spit the jizz out around
my cock shaft.  "Swallow it, bitch," I ordered.  That seemed to settle
her down a bit and she worked to swallow the load.  I pulled out of
her mouth and smeared my cock head on her lips then fed her the saliva/
cum mix that had escaped her mouth until she had completely cleaned my
cock and her own face.

After that I had to sit down.  I sat panting a watching the girl.  It
was almost imperceptible but I was sure that she was slowly grinding
her pelvis - maybe just clinching and unclinching her muscles.  I
don't know.  After watching that for a few seconds I had an idea.  I
went to the pantry and retrieved a few clothes pins.  I approached the
girl.  I started to work her little pebble hard nipples again as she
craned her neck to watch.  I started pretty benignly - rubbing the
little nubs.  I starting pinching and twisting here nips, but just a
little.  She was panting from the strain of holding her head up to
watch and from the stimulation I guess.  When I started being a little
rougher we started panting hard... and gasping... and every once in a
while sucking here breath in noisily.   Finally she started pleading
with me to stop.   "Oh...  Please stop... Unghh...," she groaned.  I
continued to work her nipples despite her more and more frantic
pleas.  Eventually I stopped though.  Her head fell back, her eyes
closed, and she sighed in relief.  Until she felt the mouth of the
clothes pin snap on her nipple.  "Aughhh...," she screeched as her head
shot up.  I snapped a second clothes pin on her other nipple then
watched her squirm.  It was getting my cock hard just watching her.

With my cock hardening it struck me that I hadn't fucked her ass yet.
I started to rework her bindings.  I untied her feet, shifted her body
up so that her head was hanging over the edge of the table, then
retied her ankles to the same table legs as her wrists were tied to.
I sat on the coffee table and observed the hot sight before me.  She
was now bent in half with her ass and cunt completely exposed and
vulnerable.  I had never licked a woman's ass before, but seeing her
exposed little pink rosebud made my mouth water and I impulsively
latched my lips to her ass.  She had a bit of an acrid taste at first
but that was quickly remedied away by my probing tongue.  It was so
fucking nasty.  I couldn't believe how fired up I was getting again.
I licked her from the top of her asscrack to her clit for a long
time.  I didn't even care about the taste of my own cum in her tight
little twat.  I started fingering both of the girl's tight little
orifices.  There was no mistaking it now.  The little slut was getting
off on my attention.  She was moaning and gasping.  I had been working
on her for probably 15 or 20 minutes before it was unmistakable.  She
was squirming.  I was fucking two fingers in and out of her two
fuckholes and flickering my tongue on her clit when she came.  I could
feel both of her tight little holes begin to spasm around my fingers.
As her clit became over sensitized following her cum she twitched
every time I rasped my tongue across it.

I pulled my mouth away and acted enraged, "You filthy little slut!
You came didn't you?"  I asked sternly.

She turned bright red.

"Cumming while getting raped...," I taunted.  "Fuck.  You're a nasty
little slut," I continued.  "I think you need to be punished," I said
rising from my position on the coffee table.

"No.  Please...  I couldn't help it," she pleaded.

I went to the kitchen and retuned with a suitable utensil for the next
event on the agenda - a long wooden cooking spoon.

When she saw me approaching she gasped, "No..." and really started
fighting the bonds frantically.  She wasn't going anywhere though.  I
started whipping her exposed asscheeks with the spoon - just swatting
randomly.  I first she squealed and made a lot of noise but they she
settled down a bit.  She took each whack with a suppressed grunt...
until I started directing my blows onto her asscrack and pussy mound.
She was really sounding off then.  I kept hitting her progressively
harder until the fucking spoon broke then I mounted the little slut
and violently plunged my cock to the hilt into her ass.  She screamed
at the top of her lungs and seemed to pass out.  It didn't fucking
matter to me because I blew my load on the first stroke.  Fuck.  I had
made the little slut into a three holer, but except for the blow job
had stroked into her young body a total of two times.

I untied her and fell back onto the couch.

When I woke she was gone.  Now I could just sit and wait for the cops,
make my bail, retrieve my weapons from there hiding place, and start
my rampage.

But, things didn't turn out that way.  I woke from my little nap just
past two in the afternoon.  The girl's mother would be home from work
by five and it would just be a matter of an hour or two before the
cops showed up.  But, they didn't.  Not that afternoon.  Not
Saturday.  And not Sunday.  I was on pins and needles the whole time.
I kept going to my window and peeking though the blinds at their
house.  Fuck.  What was going on over there?  Why wasn't I being
arrested?  Monday morning finally came and Breanne's mother went off
to work just like any other day.  I was really perplexed now.  What
the fuck?

That's when I heard a light tapping on the back door.  "Hmmm.  That's
unusual I thought." I went to the door, half expecting to see the
silhouette of a couple of big cops through the back curtain.  Nope.
Nothing.  I opened the door.  There stood little Breanne in a tiny
bikini.  Her eyes met mine briefly.  She blushed and looked down for a
few seconds.  I stood in amazement.  She appeared to overcome some
internal struggle then looked back up at my face.  She was blushing
furiously as she timidly asked, "Can we play the tie up game again."

End.

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