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 The Little Billy chronicles: (trapped and enslaved.)
Date: Jan 2016
From: Old Spice
Subject: A young boy is trapped by a devious woman and forced to
reluctantly fulfill her every desire.

   Fb,Domination, Oral sex, spanking,Bondage, smoking.

   This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit
sexual acts between an older woman and a young boy.  As such, it contains
graphic scenes of sex between an adult female and a consenting underage boy
(Fb).

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Prologue:



   She was an older woman in her early 50's with short graying hair, an
athletic body and soft mellon sized breasts.  She could easily be mistaken
for a grandmother.  Yet beneath her disarming smile and soft hypnotic voice
lurked an evil perverted predator who's only motivation in life was to
satisfy her dark thirst for young vulnerable little boys. . .

   Chapter One:

   Eleven year old Billy Henderson pulled his lawn mower to the front porch
of an old two story house several blocks from his home.  His mother would
be angry if she knew he had strayed this far from her watchful eye, but as
the summer was quickly ending he needed several more mowing jobs to
complete his savings goal and this looked like a promising opportunity.

   After several timid knocks the front door opened just a few inches and a
woman called out to Billy.

   "What the hell do you want?"

   Young Billy hesitated, unsure of himself and finally blurted out.

   "I...I'd like to mow your lawn...He said in haste.  I have my own lawn
mower and I don't charge very much."

   Maxine Brent took a drag from her cigarette and studied the little boy
before answering.  He stood about four feet tall,had short sandy blond
hair. He was a little on the plump side but had a boyish innocent smile. 
He looked delicious she thought in his red t-shirt and blue shorts.

   Hmmm. . .'How hard would it be to get him out of those clothes, she
thought.  I wonder if he's wearing anything under those tight little
shorts.'

   "Well, I guess my back yard could use a good mow, come around to the
back porch and I'll meet you there." She said closing the door in his face.


   Billy quickly pushed his lawn mower to the back yard then walked up the
concrete steps and entered through an open door into the house.

   Maxine met Billy just a few feet inside her kitchen.  At nearly six feet
tall she towered over the little boy and coolly starred down at him with a
predatory gaze that made him stop and stare back with a look of pure
bewilderment and awe.

   Both predator and prey held each other's gaze and said nothing.  She was
soon to become Billy's reason for living and he would ultimately become
Maxine's next reluctant victim. . .

   At the age of eleven little Billy had just started to notice girls, he'd
seen pictures in girly magazines that his friends smuggled to school but
never had he seen a woman such as Maxine.

   She was clearly older than his mother, but much more shapely and with
much fuller breasts.  Her legs were long and muscular and the rest of her
body was tall and lean.  His eyes roamed from her black stiletto heels and
manicured red toe nails to her tight black lace shorts.

   Her large firm pillow soft breasts were barely covered by a short sheer
white t-shirt that loosely hung just below them.  His eyes stopped at her
erect nipples hiding just underneath the thin material, they so captured
his fascination that he almost forgot why he was there.

   Maxine studied the young boy with some amusement and watched his eyes as
they slowly climbed her body and then pause at her breasts in wide eyed
fascination and lust.

   "Well," she said, finally breaking the silence.  "Are you going to mow
my lawn or have you just come here to stare at my breasts?"

   Billy's face turned a dark shade of red and he quickly shifted his eyes
to the floor.

   "I'm. . .  I'm sorry, I'll start on your lawn right away," Billy
muttered as he quickly left the room feeling the full force of his shame
and humiliation.

   "Perfect," Maxine mused out loud.  "He's just what I've been waiting
for." She watched him for a few minutes out her kitchen window then walked
upstairs to her bedroom and began to bait her trap.

   As Billy pushed the heavy mower back and forth across the lawn, he found
it hard to think of anything other than the woman's large breasts, her
shapely muscular body and how it would feel to lay next to her in bed.  The
more he told himself this was wrong the more her image fueled his lust.

   His dick began to stiffen as several intense sexual emotions ran through
his mind making it difficult for him to walk.  He was glad she couldn't see
him right now, not like this.

   He'd only experienced this once before, it was at the mall when an older
girl had walked by him.  She was dressed in Goth attire; white face makeup,
black lipstick, heavy eye liner, black tank top, short black miniskirt,
black fishnet stockings and black thigh high boots.

   Her coal black hair was streaked with blonde highlights and hung
straight down her back to her waist.  She wore no bra, allowing her peach
sized breasts to move about under the thin material of her tank top, stiff
nipples plainly visible.

   She starred right through him as she passed, her blood red eyes looked
hungry and she cracked a lustful smile at him and then disappeared down the
hall leaving poor Billy with his first hardon. . .

   Maxine sat at her vanity and readied herself for her new young conquest.
She placed her cigarette in a nearby ashtray and began preparing her face.
She first applied foundation, then pressed powder and then began working on
her eyes.  First she applied black eyeliner to line her eyes and then began
brushing on black eyeshadow.  She did this until both of her eyes were
completely surrounded by black.  She added a pair of false eyelashes and
coated them with a thick layer of black mascara.

   She took the time to finish her cigarette then completed her striking
appearance by adding a coat of dark red glossy lipstick to her full lips.

   Maxine stood and moved away from her vanity to her closet and picked out
several items to wear.  After dressing she stopped to admire herself in the
full length mirror behind her bedroom door.

   'The little boy didn't stand a chance.' She though.  then walked back
down to her kitchen and waited for Billy.

   Several minutes later Billy made his way back into Maxine's kitchen. 
And was quickly overcome by Maxine's new look.  She stood before him
smoking a cigarette in thigh high black leather boots with 6 inch heels,
black leather studded bra, black silk stockings black garter belt and a
tiny black leather bikini bottom that just barely covered her moist shaved
pussy.

   Her appearance had accomplished its intended effect and filled billy's
mind with a lustful fear that he'd never experienced before.  He didn't
know whether to run and hide or kneel at her feet.

   Taking advantage of the little boys stunned confusion she quickly
grabbed his arm and led him upstairs to her bedroom.

   "You're all hot and sweaty and before I give you your reward I insist
you take a shower."

   Billy was so surprised by the woman's demands and so mesmerized by her
attire that he just blindly gave in to her will and allowed himself to be
taken upstairs,stripped and placed in her shower.

   Billy stood frozen for a few seconds and listened until he was sure he
was alone then moved his naked body under the warm spray for several
minutes while he tried to make sense out of what was happening.  But all he
could think about was how attracted he was to this older woman and her
affect on his cock which was now half hard and getting harder.

   Without thinking Billy closed his eyes and began stroking his fully
erect little boy cock unaware that Maxine, who was hiding just outside the
bathroom was watching him through the shower door.

   She smiled then quickly raised her cellphone and took several pictures
and even had the time to video Billy feverishly working his small cut
penis. All without poor Billy suspecting a thing.

   Billy began breathing hard and his body was trembling as he worked his
little cock in an attempt to get himself off.

   Maxine could see the boy was about to orgasm, but before he could she
abruptly charged into the bathroom startling him.

   "You little pervert, I invite you into my house and you pay me back by
playing with your dick?" Maxine yelled as she pulled him from the shower.

   "Look at me and explain yourself, before I call the police."

   Billy turned several shades of red And faced Maxine.

   "I'm. . .  I'm sssorry!" Billy struggled to hold back tears as his
humiliation and shame threatened to overcome him.

   "Oh. . .oh please don't call the police." He begged as tears streamed
down his red face.

   But Maxine would hear non of it and instead smacked the side of his head
with her hand so hard it almost through him off balance.  When he
straightened up, he began to sob.

   "Look at this," Maxine yelled back at him in fake anger as she showed
the trembling boy her cellphone.

   "I managed to take several pictures and even a video of you abusing
yourself in my shower.  Just think what the authorities will do to you when
they see this."

   At that point Billy's mind began to shut down.  The fear of what might
happen to him was too much for the little boy and he just fell to his knees
and kept sobbing.

   Maxine stood just a few feet from the broken little boy and took a drag
from her cigarette pausing to admire her handiwork.  'He's all mine now,'
she said to herself.

   "Stop crying and stand up!" She ordered Billy.  "Your pitiful begging
isn't going to help you now."

   She reached down and grabbed him by his ear and painfully pulled on it
forcing him to stand.

   * * * * *

   To be continued . . .

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