("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text ------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2015. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- Leak - 9 by Nasty Pierre (no address provided) *** Just another love story, with a ticklish low-down to earth feel. (Ff, ped, nc, v, 1st, mc, voy) *** Chapter Nine: Whore Thelma adored her new possession and was eager to get back to it. Never had anyone, anywhere, at any other time, been so lucky as she was then, of this she was convinced. She loved her boys and she loved Fifi too, as well as every charge she'd ever handled, but at that moment, all she could think about was Laura. Thoughts of the pretty virgin whore kept her blood steaming. So committed to her perversion was this horny dowager, she finally lost control and ran a hand between her legs in hopes of extinguishing flames of passion more intense than any felt before. She grabbed at her crotch like a jock with an out-of- control itch, when no ones watching. She had plans for the delicate blond porcelain doll, and every one of them was for Thelma's benefit. Fantasies most cruel overwhelmed her until she suddenly caught herself drooling and giggling like she'd done when younger, while playing under the bleachers with the school mascot during rugby matches. She realized suddenly, she'd actually been daydreaming, while leaning against the wall just outside her son's room. She couldn't believe what this little blond bimbo was doing to her. She pulled herself together quickly, yanking her hand from her crotch with a sigh of relief, and turned to face Laura's cell. "Bigg, I hope you're aware of what I'm about to do," she said in words that took her eyes toward heaven, then back to the door, while she snickered in a most sinister way. "Yes Miss Paines, you do this to me now, drive my already over sensitive clit crazy, but you'll not sway me with your coy angelic wiles, you'll become what I want, period! And it will not be a lady," Thelma whispered aloud. She began laughing to herself as she went for the door. She entered the room quietly so as not to disturb her new plaything. She wanted the opportunity to look the beautiful creature over before waking her. Never had she been handed so delicate an individual and one so absolutely ignorant of life, ready to be broken, tamed, and tainted. Fourteen years ago Thelma decided that her sons were going to live with her forever and they'd never know of any other way. In return she provided her little darlings all the material things she felt they required and all the sex they desired, which being males became obsessive. Since then the boys have enjoyed fourteen years of the most unusual lives imaginable and presently exist on the production and consumption of sexual energy, as close to a perpetual motion machines as there is. Many female charges later, and Fifi, were excellent examples of Thelma's ability as mother and mistress, and Laura was to be her crowning achievement. As an aside, and to say the least, Thelma's boys were born more than well-endowed. After an hour in labor, after sixty minutes of straining and cursing, and threatening everyone aloud, after fighting with nurses and herself, the boys emerged in a blaze of red like a couple stage hams, cocks first, battling for star position. She'll always remember the expression painted across the poor doctor's face, which she saw in a sudden moment of relief, a moment after release. She'd never seen anything like it and most likely never will again outside a cheap horror movie. The poor doctor reeled back in disbelief, her eyes wide as saucers, when the duo came jumping out at her in that splattering of blood. A pair of male organs with little boys attached, full-sized adult penises that ripped their mother open as they made their escape in one mighty burst. As life would have it, these organs consequently grew along with the boys, into the gargantuan machines they carry around with them today. True, Thelma may be a mad woman, a depraved sick-o, but as sinister as she is, her reputation as a nanny is remarkably immaculate. It's a strange fame for so repugnant a person of so wealthy a family, and it's all well deserved. It's an odd honor honed through years of conniving and it's brought her a deluge of opportunities. Since the beginning, she's accepted only female charges and always with the same goal in mind, but alas, her dreams were never met, and she'd almost given up. Thelma's life, though sexually sated, bridged on science fiction, or psycho-fiction, and she never seemed to experience enough. While she searched for her Holy Grail, her twin devils laid siege and inflicted pain as only pacts of wild hungry hyenas and Mongolian hordes could. But, with Laura everything has changed and things were to be different. In Thelma's eyes, Laura was a true Sign, as authentic as any from history, an omen, with a totally implicit meaning, and Thelma felt confident the girl'd easily unfold into her waiting arms, bringing the old woman her long awaited ambition, what she'd made her purpose in life. She thought about it and daydreamed. For the first time since entering the ancient contests she felt confident of winning. Next time she'd bring home the most coveted Golden Retriever Cup, the trophy presented to the winner of the Royal Ring of Nannies Annual Dog and Pet Show. For the first time in her life she would obtain the recognition every sadistic nanny sought. Laura was the perfect specimen, with attributes well suited to Thelma's plans. Obedient, well-mannered, manicured and pretty beyond compare, ready for the mold. Thelma felt sure she was everything she'd ever desired to lay her hands on, and the little angel came wrapped in special irony. It was her older brother's granddaughter, and in her mind, she'd be repaying him for all the projections of her warped childhood. Now don't get Thelma wrong, Fifi too was a very good find. The sumptuous plump maid won her share of ribbons for Thelma, but Laura was going to take Thelma all the way to the top and over. You see, rich folk have pretty much the same aspirations as you or me, they're simply expressed differently. Thelma came to stand between Laura's widely stretched legs, two delicate pillars of pure ivory, to examine her hairless prize. She marveled over the tightness of the girl's holes, never having seen two tinier holes, even on the creatures she'd dissected in biology class. Even while sound asleep and completely relaxed, Laura's anus was but a small dot at the end of a sentence, and her vagina, a very terse little mouth, with two pretty corral pink lips. Thelma stooped to take gently each lip of the girl's sex between a thumb and forefinger, and pinched. Laura's body stirred as the woman slowly squeezed and peeled her open like one would the mouth of a fish, or the skin of a ripe fruit, spreading the pink orifice for inspection. A stream of juice oozed from the small tight mouth, flowing down the young girls crack, into and passed her crinkled rosette. It landed on table's edge in a gooey pool fed by a long thick thread. Thelma's attention shifted to the girl's well-developed clitoris. Like the girl's breasts, the little organ was noticeably overdeveloped and Thelma released the lips to take possession of it. Laura's body jerked involuntarily as Thelma's thumb and finger closed in on the blood- gorged pearl with care. More bubbles appeared in the corners of Laura's mouth and her breath quickened as Thelma began rolling it around, working it like one would a tiny pearl, or the head of a penis. She pinched it, watched it harden, and felt it swell under rather callous manipulations. Thelma was certain Laura was having erotic dreams, and the young slut's bodily contortions convinced her they were aggressive. Proof came in the form of juices, released by Laura's pussy in tiny sprays that misted the air. They speckled the table directly beneath the altar of love, and all for Thelma's lecherous delight. Thelma forced herself to release the meaty unspoiled bud and relax before she lost herself completely. She knew damn well she'd regret that. She forced herself to rise and walk around to the head of the table in order to loosen and remove the rubber ball from Laura's mouth. To her amusement she found the rubber difficult to extract, and removed it slowly, with much twisting and turning. Thelma then brought her own thick rubbery lips, caked with a layer of cocaine-laced gloss, down to meet Laura's. Too tired, too bewildered, too exhausted to resist, Laura accepted the big juicy mouth. She then allowed her own tiny mouth to open for the heavy serpent-like tongue she found suddenly filling and probing its interior, suddenly slithering down her throat. Thelma's hand moved back to between Laura's thighs, her fingers and palm gently splaying the girl's sex open. She massaged the cramped insides of the sopping tunnel and pressed into, but was careful not to pierce the delicate membrane. She easily brought the bewildered teenager to several orgasms, and soon had her lurching for more like a bitch caught in the throes of passion. This time, when Thelma offered to Laura's lips her hand, dripping with the girl's own juices, Laura reached out to capture it in her mouth and sucked eagerly each coarse finger clean, and licked the palm dry, much to Thelma's smug satisfaction. Thelma unfastened Laura and with a fistful of breast meat and one ass cheek, helped her down from the table. Then she led the trembling girl, cuddled in her big arms, out of the door and across the hall to Thelma's room. Thelma guided the teen to Betsey's full-length mirror and together they stood before it. Laura was coaxed to open her eyes and look at the reflection. There, in the glass, she saw Thelma holding a small defenseless creature, cut from a page of her fairy tale book. At first Laura didn't recognize the frightened hairless animal, but she thought it looked rather familiar and very lonely. It was the saddest looking creature she'd ever seen. Thelma turned Laura so the girl could get a better look at the frail animal in her arms. Laura blinked and blinked, until she recognized the creature as herself. Now she saw her thin urchin body with its overly proportioned areas made more prominent than ever, by the fact she was hairless. Her locks were gone and she couldn't believe her eyes. She didn't want to believe her eyes. Laura watched Thelma's big hand come up to just under her breasts, as they hung from her chest, quivering nervously. The big hand moved along the contour of one meaty mammary, scrapping itself over the hard nipple. At the same time Laura felt another hand slither down her spine. Her body arched to the hand's travel until the hand came to rest on her still sore buttocks. Laura's lips parted and her heart beat faster as the hand in front busied itself with her breasts and the one in back encountered her ass. Together they roamed about freely and with painfully slow deliberation. Laura watched through half closed eyes, her body tense, in a fascination and excitement she found both naughty and almost too good to be true. Her mother had been correct about decadence and sin being terribly delightful. Laura stood like a flickering flame as the hand upon her breast began its journey down her body, down over her smooth belly, down to her sex. It moved slowly over the plump hairless mound, fingers and palm scratching the swollen clitoris en route, an organ waiting eagerly to once again encounter that newly discovered thrill. Then the calloused middle finger came to rest in the fold of her tiny gash, and Laura let out a tiny gasp. *** *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 82