Matilda and the Assassin - Chapter 2
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Hetero, MF, Mf, 1st Time, Violence (not sexual violence)
Previous parts to this story - Chapter 1
Leon Bedeau stood at his apartment door peering through the peep hole. The little girl from down the hall, cradling a grocery bag in one arm, was knocking on his door asking to be let in. He wondered what she wanted. He had never spoken to her. Why was she bothering him? And then he noticed the policeman walking towards her, towards his apartment.
His fingers tightened on the pistol. Why was she causing him trouble? He wanted nothing more than to be invisible. The policeman was getting closer with every passing second. He had to do something. He opened the door as far as the safety chain would allow.
"Please let me in," Matilda whispered, staring up at him through the crack with tears wetting her cheeks.
She was so sexy in her short skirt and striped socks. Leon looked past her at the policeman. He had stopped walking but was staring. A curious policeman was not something Leon craved. His fingers tightened on the pistol he held behind his back. He didn't want trouble with the police and he surely didn't want them asking him questions.
"Please," Matilda said softly, willing herself not to look behind her. "Please let me in."
Matilda groaned when the door closed, clamping her eyes shut. She expected the policeman's hand on her shoulder any moment. But then she heard the chain slide. She opened her eyes and saw the door open. She dashed inside and sighed when Leon closed the door behind her. Outside in the hall, the policeman shrugged and returned to his place in front of the homicide scene.
"Thank you," Matilda said. Her voice was shaking.
"What do you want?" Leon asked.
"My father's dead. I don't know what happened. I went out for milk and when I got back I saw him on the floor in my apartment. I'm sure he's dead. There was a lot of blood and he wasn't moving."
"So what do you want from me?"
She looked up at him. "I don't know. I'm scared. There's a cop inside my apartment who I know. I'm afraid of him. He killed my father." Leon looked confused but didn't say anything.
"Can I stay here?" Matilda asked.
"No!"
"Please, at least until they leave."
Leon's calculating mind sped through all the scenarios. He looked through the peep hole. The policeman had returned to his station, leaning against the wall, picking at his fingernails. Not wanting to call attention to himself, Leon turned to Matilda and nodded. She let out a loud whew, but she sucked in her breath and held it when he brought his hand to his side from behind his back. She took several steps backwards until banging into the wall.
"Don't hurt me," she said loudly.
"Shhhh. I won't hurt you."
"Wh-Why do you have a g-gun?"
"None of your business. Now go sit down and be quiet."
"Can I put my milk in your refrigerator?"
Leon nodded. Matilda placed her grocery bag on the counter and put the milk and mayonnaise inside the refrigerator. She turned, leaning on the refrigerator and staring at the stranger. Then she sat at the kitchen table and looked around. His apartment wasn't in much better condition than hers.
Leon paced. He alternated between looking through the peep hole and at Matilda. He tapped the gun on the side of his leg.
After around forty-five minutes, Leon turned away from the peep hole and said, "They're gone. Get out."
"Can I stay here?"
"I told you no."
"Why?"
Leon's eyes narrowed. It seemed like a ridiculous question to him. "I live alone."
"I need your help."
"Go to the police."
"I'm afraid to. Please, can't I stay with you? I won't be any trouble."
"Look, kid, I live alone and that's how I like it."
"Why do you have an accent?" Matilda asked.
"I am from France."
"Why do you have a gun?"
"None of your business. Now get out."
Matilda stared at him. She had no place to go, no one to turn to. "I can cook and clean for you. I can help you."
He shook his head. His lips were drawn tight and his face red. His eyes narrowed.
Matilda was desperate. "I'll have sex with you!" she blurted out.
Leon's expression changed and he scanned her from head to toe. She felt dirty, pressing her knees together. As much as she had hated her life before she now longed for it to be the way it was. And then her eyes widened and her hand covered her mouth.
"Bobby!" she screamed. "What happened to Bobby?!" She bolted from the chair, sending it toppling over, and sprinted to the door. Flinging it open, she ran into the hall.
Yellow police tape was strung across her apartment doorway. She unlocked the door and ducked under the tape. She hesitated when she saw the blood on the floor and the outline of her father's dead body. She turned with her back pressed against the wall and walked sideways until past it. Then she ran towards her bedroom. She stopped suddenly. Tiptoeing around Cathy and Joan's outlines, she made a dash for her bedroom. There she found more blood and another outline. It was small. It was Bobby's. She cupped her face in her hands and cried.
"Hey, what are you doing in there?" Leon called from the hall.
Matilda recognized the French accent and retraced her steps to the front door. As quickly as she wiped them away, new tears fell down her cheeks.
"They killed everyone," she said.
"Come back to my apartment. We can talk there. You don't want to be here."
Matilda thought about it. He's right. They could come back. She again stepped around where her father had fallen and ducked under the yellow tape. After locking the door, she followed Leon to his apartment.
Once inside, the tears flowed again.
"Are you crying for your father?" Leon asked.
"I hated him. And I hated his girlfriend and her daughter."
"Then why?"
"Because of Bobby. They killed my little brother. He never hurt anyone. Oh god, he's dead. They killed him."
Leon stepped closer and wrapped his powerful arms around her little frame. She pressed her face to his body and sobbed. His hand caressing her back felt good, but then it slid down and grabbed her ass. Matilda wrestled free and jumped back.
"What are you doing?" she screamed.
His eyes narrowed and his lips pressed together. "You said... Never mind, get out!"
"You said I could stay," Matilda cried out in panic.
"You said I could have sex with you."
Matilda felt a lump in her throat and tightness in her gut. Her life had gone haywire. Just a few hours ago she gave a stranger a blow-job for stealing. And now this man demanded sex for allowing her to stay. She was about to storm out of the apartment when reality set in. She couldn't go back to her apartment. And even if she did, how would she live? The only way she could survive was to steal, and she'd surely get caught. Or she'd have to sell her body. It would be safer to do that with Leon. It would only be one man and she'd have a place to stay. She'd have protection.
"You can," she said softly. "I'm sorry. I was just thinking about my brother. I'm really sorry."
Leon's piercing eyes seemed to look right into the soul of the trembling girl. "Take off your clothes," he said.
Matilda backed up a few steps and stared at the man's face. His "take it off or get out" expression left no doubt what she should do. If she were on her own, she'd be raped on the street or worse. At least she had a place to stay and something to eat. So what if she had to have sex with him. One thing her dead father hadn't skimped on was birth control pills. "No way you're gonna get knocked up and give me another fuckin' mouth to feed," he had yelled often.
Matilda grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it straight up over her head. She shook her head to untangle her hair and let the shirt fall to the floor. Leon's eyes dropped to her chest, to her pointy tits. That's all they were -- two little points. She didn't hesitate and opened her skirt, nudging it over what little hips she had. And then she let it drop to her feet. Her white cotton panties were old and ragged. The elastic around her legs were stretched and there was a hole in the back over one buttock. She bent at the waist to push her long sock down.
"Leave it on," Leon said, his lustful eyes taking in every inch of her.
Matilda looked up and shrugged. She pulled the sock back over her knee. And then she pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. She stood with her feet apart and her hands on her hips in front of the stranger, but the butterflies were fluttering inside her stomach.
Leon stepped towards her causing her to instinctively step back. His scowl told her not to move further, and when he walked up to her she held her ground. He dropped to a knee right in front of her and his eyes lingered on her chest. Then his gaze lowered to her pussy. Placing large hands on her hips, he turned her around so that she was facing away from him. She knew he was staring at her little butt. She waited, standing in the man's apartment naked except for a pair of red, green, and black striped socks that came above her knees.
She jumped when she felt his hand on her shoulder and cringed at the touch. But she didn't move away. And then he turned her around. Her eyes opened wide. He was naked! And his cock was hard! Her 13-year-old curiosity caused her to study his dick. Other than her baby brother's, she had seen only two before. Leon's was smaller and thinner than both her father's and the security guard's.
Leon held his hand out. Matilda took it. They walked together as if they were a father with his little daughter in a normal family strolling through the park. But Matilda's life was anything but normal. They weren't in a park. Leon wasn't a loving father. They were both naked and he had a hard-on. And they were heading for his bedroom.
Entering the bedroom, Matilda noticed how neat it was. Unlike her room or any room in her apartment, everything was in its place. Leon was a very meticulous man.
Leon released her hand. Matilda looked up at him. He nodded towards the bed so she climbed onto it. She sat with her legs tucked under her. He pushed her onto her back and nodded again. She scurried to the middle of the bed and lay on her back with her legs together. Although she knew what was going to happen she hoped it wouldn't. But when Leon placed a knee on the bed and climbed on, she gave up all hope. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs apart.
Matilda saw the look in his eyes and turned her head to the side. She stared at his dresser and then her gaze wandered to a large suitcase next to it. She was wondering why he had a suitcase in his bedroom when she felt the bed shift. She focused harder on the suitcase. She didn't want to think about what was about to happen.
And then the tip of Leon's hard cock pressed against her sex. She bit her lower lip. Her body tensed. And then he was inside her. There was no hymen to burst through, but only her fingers had ever been in there. He was thin, but thicker than her finger. She stared at the suitcase until she had to clench her eyes shut. She bit harder on her lip not wanting to make a sound. And then his pubic hair pressed into her pubes.
He grunted as he thrust in and out of her. She spread her skinny legs further apart to relieve some of the pressure. And still she wouldn't look up. Her eyes were fixed on the damn suitcase.
Matilda didn't know how long he had fucked her, but he finally thrust one last time with much more force and held it there. She looked up at him. His face was scrunched and red. He was panting. When he opened his eyes she looked away.
Leon pulled out and knelt on the bed. He waited for any kind of acknowledgement, but received none. He pinched her cheeks between his powerful fingers and turned her head.
"If that's the kind of sex I'm going to get you better find a place to live real quick."
Matilda panicked. She had not thought of that. The times her father had fucked Cathy in front of her, the woman was not responsive. She spoke dirty to him, but that's about all. Her father simply rammed his cock into her until he climaxed. The last time, Cathy was even eating cake while he did it. Matilda realized Leon was not her father. She would have to learn how to make him happy.
It took Matilda a while to fall asleep. She lay next to Leon with his sperm dripping from her sore pussy. He had rolled onto his back and began snoring almost immediately. She stared at the ceiling wondering what was to become of her.
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