Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Protest (femdoM) "Clean Water!" we chanted, "Clean Air! Clean Earth! Everywhere!" I put my sign down to help MaMa up onto the gate. Fresh out of jail, Mary McGee thought it appropriate to repeat her demonstration at Taylor's home. The cufflocks went on her wrists, and ancles, and we ruined the Q keys with bolt cutters. Trying them on the locks would only notch the blades. We didn't think the Pittweilers could get her through the wrought iron, but she's been doing this kind of shit since the sixties. Her forearms still bore the abrasions, and spark burns from getting cut off the gates of the Poly Chloro Biphenl plant, but she was so dedicated that she'd get mauled by dogs if it would put an end to the pollution. I stepped back to survey our work. Her frail old body looked like mother nature herself, crucified on the gates of a polluter. [NO PAIN FOR GAIN!] was on my sign, as I carried it over to the Igloo cooler with tape over the GIANT logo. We appreciated the donation on such a hot day, but that didn't mean we'd advertise for it. "Ah!" the cold citrus flavor sure helped in the Florida heat, but my morning caffeine got to me a little. Other volunteers where busy assembling the structure for the chemical toilet, but I didn't feel like waiting. I wandered around the corner of the 10' stone wall with broken glass imbedded in the top, and found a little arch that would shield me from being seen from the street. More wrought iron, and Pittweilers, I wipped out my pisser anyway. "Ahhh!" the pressure was high enough that I could hit the guard dogs, so I did. It took a while, but eventually the 15' arc petered off. "Princess!" the dogs stopped barking to turn towards the girl's voice, and I quickly tucked myself away. "Who's there?" "Nobody!" I grabbed my sign. "What the?" she came into view, and inspected the dog I'd gotten the worst, "Fuck!" "Uhh," she didn't look old enough to use such language, maybe eleven. I wasn't one to judge, since I'd done much worse, much younger. "Sorry." "Sokay," she giggled, "Why don't you come inside?" "Uhh," those canines looked like a pretty nasty mix, maybe half Dobermann, instead of Rott, the rest was all Pitbull. Fast, and powerfull, but with a steel trap for jaws. "Don't worry," she gently opened the side gate, "They won't attack with me here, unless I tell them." Sure enough, they wheren't even barking. I tried not to show any fear as I held out my hand for "Princess" to sniff. I bet one snap would take off my fingers. "Whuff!" the bitch barked once more before turning to go yell at the hippys out front. "There, now we're freinds!" I stepped in, and looked down at the little girl. "Who are you?" she turned her head to the side to look up at me. "McGee," I held out my hand again, "August McGee." "I like your hair," she reached up to fiddle with a Redloc, "How d'you get it like that?" I shrugged, "Just don't comb it out." I don't "Dredd" it with beezwax like the weistefarians, that kind of defeated the purpose. To me, it was just laziness, and low mainenance. The gate screeched as she swung it shut, and the dogs out front looked over, but didn't assume attack position. "We got a bathroom inside," she lifted the Pain/Gain sign. "That's alright," I was done anyway. Looking up at the edifice, I bet there where far more than "A" bathroom in there. "Who are you?" "Leeli," she switched hands to hold hers out again, "My dad owns this place." I'd read Taylor's dossier, and it only mentioned two sons. "Lili Taylor?" She nodded, "Lilia Woznyk Taylor," her middle name was his second wife's maiden, so I guessed she was his step-daughter. "Nice to meet you," I realized belatedly that we where headded for the house. A sprawling neo-mediterranian, it wrapped around a nice garden courtyard. "Is your step-dad home?" "Uhuh," she confirmed, or didn't deny my assumption, "But he's in his office." She pointed to a second storey with venitian blinds shut tight over the windows, "he probly won't come out." "Not even to use the bathroom?" I shuddered to think what would happen if he caught a "Dirty hippy" with his daughter. "He got one up there," she explained, "and a little kitchen even." "Really?" I didn't think he was the type to do his own cooking. "Well," she pondered, "Just a little fridge, and a sink" It was a bar. I kicked my sandals off on the patio so I wouldn't track any mud in. No use leaving evidence. "What about your mom?" "She's out," she went in, and put her shoes on a little shelf next to the door. I slid the glass closed to keep the conditioned air in, and the barking/chanting was muffled off. "Servants?" I guessed. Hopefully, I could get some intel we could use against him if I wasn't discovered too soon. "Just our teacher," she shrugged, "But she's off today." I followed her past some stairs. "Shh! daddy's up there" she pointed with a finger that wasn't over her lips. Looked like that entire wing was his "Office", which would make it bigger than my apartment. "This is my room," she led me under the stairs to a nice suite. It was decorated a bit nice for a little girl, probably professionally done at great expense. "My brothers live on the other side." "They home?" I closed the door, and tried to be quiet. She shook her head, "They're in Paris with my step mom." I seem to remember him having a codo there, "Oh." She walked over to a bar, and I guessed this was the master suite once. "Wanna beer?" she pulled two, Negro Modello out of the fridge under the counter. "How old are you?" she might have been a late bloomer, but I doubted she was old enough to smoke. "Thirteen," she smiled, "But daddy says it's okay for me to drink." she popped a top on the opener bolted to the bar, "Want one?" "Sure," I took the open one, so she popped the other with notable skill. With any luck, she'd get drunk, and I could look around. She also had taste, most full grown women couldn't stand the dark bitter Mexican brew, but she put a good dent in it, and didn't wince. "Have a seat, " she waved at a futon, and picked up a remote, "I wanna show you a movie." I sighed, and sat while the huge flat panel slid up out of it's cabinet. Looking around, I'd noticed several speakers set into the walls. She pointed the clicker at an extremely expensive stereo, and soft poppy music filled the room. "Watch," she plopped down next to me, and pointed at the screen. I went from blue to a shot of this room from the direction of the door in back. "What is this?" I noticed the only difference was that the futon was folded down into a bed. "A little home movie," as she said it, the door at the back opened on the screen. I gasped as she walked out of the bathroom, while not naked, she was wearing lengere' that would have been racy on an adult. Scarlet red, and lacy, the panties, garters, stockings, and useless looking bra all matched. "Why are you showing me this?" goose bumps popped out on my leg as I felt her hand on it. "I thought we could fool around," she rubbed up my thigh, "and this'd get you in the mood." I swallowed the rest of my beer, "Sorry," and gently moved her hand out of my lap. "You seem like a nice girl, but you're way too young." "No I'm not," she insisted, "I been doing this a while." I bet, alcahol, pornography, privacy, it was right out of the sexual predator's handbook. "Don't you think I'm sexy?" I looked away from her, at the screen to see her laying back on the bed, her legs spread obscenely. Just before I looked away, somebody came around from behind the camera. "Holy shit!" it was Taylor, the sick bastard. He walked up to the bed, and ran his hands over her squirming body. I felt her hand through my pants again, and a shamefull stiffening inside them. "Come on," she whispered in my ear, "I know you wanna." She squeezed me through my jeans for emphasis, and I felt my face get hot knowing I couldn't hide my arousal. My mind spun, "Can I get a copy of this?" it would be the most damning evidence possible. "Sure," she came around between me and the screen, "If you fuck me." She didn't even look like a little girl any more, her unnatural maturity shone through her young smiling face. She kissed me, pushing her tongue in to lap at mine. For some reason, I was reminded of my first time, but now I was the adult, and the child was doing the seduction. I guess child wasn't the appropiate term. I wasn't taking her non-existant innocence. That was already done by her monster of a step father. Any illusion of it was dispelled by the way she kissed, ground her crotch into my clothed cock. This wasn't affection, nor love but young horny lust. She pulled back to lift her shirt off, and I noticed she had breasts that wheren't in the video. I peeked around to check, and caught sight of her spawled with her pantys to the side. "Here," she pulled my head into her chest, and I wondered breifly how old that movie was. She was hot, flushed red, and her nipple was hard against my lips. She lifted, and fumbled with the buttons on my fly. I gave in, the sacrifices we make for the cause. I vowed to be as gentle as Taylor wasn't, knowing as well as anyone the damage that a man could do to a child. Maybe I could even show her how much better it can be. Sure, I hadn't been with a child since I was one, but I remember it well. She pushed me over, and I turned under her. She reached behind her, under her skirt, then down to guide me in as she sank down. She was tight, but easilly let her weight do the work. I could feel her panties, stretched over my midriff between her thighs, but I was looking at her. She was pretty, in a Jewish kind of way, but somehow wrong. Her head looked disproportionate on her tiny body, and the barely breasts where tipped with nipples so close in color they where only discernable by shadow. They ignored gravity, and barely shook to her purposefull stroke. I swear, the flush of arousal made a perfect pink heart on her chest, and flat belly. I wondered if she'd lied about her age, and if so, by how much. "Oh!" she gasped, "Daddy!" I couldn't help but soften at that, it sickened me. "What?" she opened her eyes to look down at me. "Please don't call me that," I felt bad enough already. She petted my chest, "Why?" played with the hairs around my nipples. "It's wrong," I moved to get up, "I can leave." "I can scream," that stopped me, "Then DADDY can come down here with his shotgun." That shut me up. Nothing kills the mood like fear, so I fell out of her. "Here," she dismonted to the floor, "Let me fix that." I didn't try to stop her from kneeling to slurp me up. It was hard to beleive her skill, so young, but who knew with kids these days? She wasn't going to let me go unsatisfied, so I hoped I'd be up to it. I reached down to help her out of her skirt, and panties. She kept philating me, and sank down to take my full lenth. Her head turned, twisting me in her throat, and she lapped at my scrotum. "Come here," I pulled her to me, and let my hands slide down her as she moved back up. Now I could see the mound of her pubis, the sparse uneven curls around it. She had next to no hips, so I reached past to hold up my hardon. I slipped it up between her lips, found them damp, and warm. She smiled down at me as she took me back in, turned to kiss my neck. Only getting in the way, I let my hands slide back up between us. She sat up to let me feel her titlettes, tickle the pale hard tips with my thumbs, pinch and roll them while she fucked me. She used remarcable force, faster, and faster untill I couldn't hold back any more. I came, but she kept going untill I started hunching reflexively for the friction on my sensitive tip. "Damn it!" she slapped my chest, and I fell out. "Here," I rolled out from under her, "Let me fix that." I layed her back with her hips hanging off, and her legs spread. She hadn't developed much physicly, but she smelled like a woman in full bloom. I had to spread her swollen lips to see anything of her clitorus, which didn't come out of it's hood even this hard. It was litlle more than a thin line splitting into her inner labia. I rubbed my tongue up between them, just above the tiny indent of her pisshole, and rubbed through the thin smoothe skin. I remembered how sensitive they could be, as if the nerve endings are packed closer together. She shivered a little, so I reached up to finger her. "More," she whispered, and I looked up to see her eyes closed. I added another finger, and moved up to suckle a nipple. I rubbed her clit with my thumb, and petted her random pubes with the other hand. "Harder!" I built as gradually as she would let me, but she ground randy into my hands. I tapped her pubis with my fingers, and got a shudder inside, and out. "Yeah," I kept drumming, "Uohh, yeh!" Her voice pinched off into a squeek as she seized in pleasure. Her eyelids futtered like the spasmic twitching in her. I was hard again, so I moved my hands to join her. She was still rippling inside, but it intensified when I started fucking her. "Yes," she hissed through clenched teeth as she came again. "oh, yes." I couldn't kep up to get off again, but her orgasms died down eventually, so I pulled out. "Thinks," she leaned up to kiss me, and skipped over to the computer. "You can have a shower while I burn this," she bent over the Apple naked, "If you like." "Sure," I hadn't had one in a couple days anyway. Been on the road. I guess I was still in shock, because I didn't think anything while I got clean. Thank god she was dressed again when I got out. "Uh," it still wasn't all that comfortable, "Is it done?" "Yeah," she reached over and picked up a blue plastic case. "Where?" I pulled my hand back when she opened it to get a pill out. I waited patiently for her to wash it down with a new looking beer. "In the drive," she gave me the "duh!" look. I just took it, and left, but she walked me out. "ARIGHT!" she yelled ahaid, "That's enough." The dogs obediently tucked tail, and wandered off. "Anybody got a joint?" she stuck her hand through the gate. "Augie?" MaMa turned to look down on me. Lili giggled. "Hey, Ma," I gould hardly look at her, so I went around to the side gate. It was completely sheilded there, so that's where we smoked. "Mmm," she exhailed through her nose, "Good stuff." I took it, that purple stuff from the opposite corner of the continental 48. Some of the other guys came around, so we passed it through. The gate opened, and a Mercedes pulled through the now yelling crowd. Lili waved while I tried to look invisible. "Come inside," Taylor looked down at the joint, "When you're done." I'd really enjoy nailing that guy's nuts to the wall.