Lethal Lolita

                                 by Leslie Schimdt

This story is entirely fictitious. The names are made 
up the characters do not represent any person I 
have ever met or have ever heard of. The events 
are entirely fantasy and any similarity to actual 
happenings is entirely coincidental and unintentional.


Chapter One


"What is patient-doctor privilege?"

I had never been asked that question before by one 
of my patients. "Well, it means that anything you tell 
me I must keep a secret. I can't tell anyone what 
you say if you don't want me to."

"Not even the police?"

"That depends. I can't tell the police anything that 
you have done, but if your planning to break the law, 
and you tell me beforehand, then I may have to tell 
them in order to keep someone from getting hurt."

"What about my mommy?"

"I told you before; I won't tell her anything you 
don't want me to." I took off my glasses. "Now, 
where did you hear about patient-doctor privilege?"

"I was reading about it on the internet," she said. 
"Anyway, you can't tell anything I say. All I have to 
do is tell someone about what we did and you'd be 
in big trouble."

My head started to swim. I had never anticipated 
being blackmailed by a ten-year-old. Then again, 
she wasn't asking for anything-yet.

"So, what do you want me to keep secret?"

Suddenly her expression changed, she changed 
from the pensive, innocent girl to the troubled a 
young lady. Her face darkened and she seemed to 
become detached from her surroundings.

"Last night, I killed someone."

The blood ran to my feet. I was speechless for a 
few moments. Something about her look told me 
she wasn't lying.

"He was the third man I've killed."

"Do you want to tell me?" I asked.

"He was a policeman."

Now I felt faint, the lead story that morning had 
been about the shooting of a cop in an empty office 
building. Then I realized that she had probably 
heard the story too and was projecting herself into it. 
Megan had never seemed to have too great an 
imagination, but all children her age fantasize and 
sometimes they imagine themselves in events they 
hear about. I regained some of my composure.

"Tell me about it."

"No, not now."

"Well, you look like you need to talk about it, 
otherwise you wouldn't have brought it up. I'll bet 
you're pretty upset about it."

Suddenly she started talking, as if flood gates had 
opened, there was a torrent of words.

"Ya know. The first guy was a jerk. He took me to 
his apartment so we could fuck, ya know. He runs 
a gallery my mother buys for. He had been making 
eyes at me whenever I was over there. A couple of 
times he brushed up against me with his dick. Once, 
he came up behind me and put his hands on my 
shoulders and pushed his dick against my back. I 
could feel that his dick was hard. Then he put his 
hands down my top and felt my nipples. His hands 
were cool and he rubbed them softly-it felt pretty 
good-so I leaned back against him. He asked me 
if I wanted to go out with him after the gallery 
closed. I turned around and ran my hand up and 
down his dick through his pants and said 'sure'.

"Later Mom told me that she had another business 
dinner that night and she had arranged for Mr. 
Robson, I called him Jerry, to watch me. I said OK.

"We ate at a deli near his studio, then took a cab to 
his building. As soon as we were inside he turned it 
on, ya know, romantic music, candle light, wine. 

She stopped talking for a moment, deep in thought. 
I had suspected that her mother had been using her 
for business favors, not an uncommon thing in some 
circles. I also understood my role. Megan's mother 
is a top art dealer in the city, a real power in local 
social events. However, her father is someone I 
couldn't come up against. It is an open secret that 
he is a top member of the local syndicate-numbers, 
gambling, prostitution, even a behind-the-scenes 
boss in the local labor unions. Lately, that had taken 
the form of immigrant smuggling and, as a result, he 
was also becoming part of the Russian and 
Ukrainian Mafia. I knew that the only w I could 
help her was to build enough strength within Megan 
that she would be able to say "No" when she 
wanted to. There was no way I could go to the 
authorities-not and live to tell about it. Help her to 
learn the ins and outs (so to speak) of sexual 
politics.

"You must have liked all that attention from him," I 
said.

"Oh, ya. He seemed real sweet. We kissed some 
and drank some wine. It was warm and the 
windows were open, the wind blew the drapes 
around.

"I began to think that something was kind of strange 
when he wouldn't rub me, ya know, rub my pussy. 
I took his hand and put it there a couple of times, 
but he pulled it away. He asked me to suck his 
cock, so I did. By now, he was naked but I was 
still wearing my pants. He was on his knees and I 
was sitting in front of him. I was really looking 
forward to fucking him because he had a really nice 
cock. It was kind of long but thin and very smooth. 
I thought it would feel real good sliding in and out of 
me.

"After just a couple of minutes, he came. He held 
my head so I couldn't have pulled away if I wanted 
to, but I didn't mind. I sucked and swallowed and 
he seemed to like it.

"Then he got up and left me sitting there. He went 
and turned on the TV, without saying a word to me. 
It kind of pissed me off. All he wanted was a blow 
job and he didn't even try to make me come.

"We sat and watched TV for a little while. I was 
really horny so I started rubbing his dick again and 
he started to get hard.

"He took me into the bedroom and we lay down. 
We hugged and kissed some more and he wanted 
me to suck his dick some more but not make him 
come. I guessed that he was saving some for my 
pussy.

"I was lying on my stomach with him on top of me. 
He was humping my ass through my pants when I 
asked him to take my pants off. He lifted up and 
pulled them down, I was still on my belly. When he 
had them off, I rolled over and spread my legs, I 
know that this view really turns you guys on, it sure 
did you.

"That's when I started to get scared. He looked at 
me, at my pussy, and got a really weird look on his 
face, kind of angry. He pulled me up in front of him 
and pushed my face against his cock. He held my 
head and really pounded into my mouth and it hurt 
the back of my throat and I gagged. I had to push 
him away.

"That's when he told me he wanted to fuck me in 
the ass. I said no, I didn't want to. I was getting 
pretty pissed off and I was about the grab my 
clothes and leave. I started to get off the bed and he 
grabbed me and slapped me. I struggled with him, 
but he choked me and said he'd kill me if I didn't 
let him. My lip was bleeding, I knew he meant it. 

"Then he threw me down on the bed and pulled my 
ass up into the air. I just let him do it. He jammed 
himself into my ass-it really hurt. I could feel his 
cock way up inside me and I know I screamed. 
That just seemed to turn him on more and he just 
kept fucking me real hard until I felt is dick twitching 
as he came. Then he rolled over on his side, pulling 
me over with him and we lay there with his dick still 
in my ass. It burned so bad and I had a stomach 
ache real deep inside me.

"Then he went to sleep and his dick slipped out of 
me. I went to the bathroom. My butt was real sore 
and I was bleeding. My face wasn't bruised but my 
lip was a little swollen. I went to the front door to 
look out, but the bolt was locked and the key 
wasn't in it (it was one of those locks that has a key 
on both sides). So I lay down in the living room and 
went to sleep.

"A couple of hours later, I woke up when I heard 
the shower running. I went into the kitchen and 
looked around for something to eat. I found a box 
of Cheerio's and was munching on a bowl when he 
came in. He just told me that he wanted me to suck 
him off again, just like that. I knew I had to. He was 
standing next to me, stroking himself. He was hard, 
so I started blowing him.

"He was much slower to get going this time and my 
mouth was getting tired. I stopped sucking him and 
asked him to fuck me. That's when he got really 
angry and picked me up. He was very strong and 
he shook me like I was some sort of doll. I started 
to cry.

"Then he carried me to the counter and sat me 
down on the counter, he looked down at my pussy 
and jammed his dick in me. He was fucking me real 
hard, it hurt a lot. I could see that he was getting 
more and more turned on. He said that I was the 
first girl he had ever fucked.

"He was really hurting me, I could see that he was 
about to get off as he slammed into me. The pain 
was awful. Then he put his hands around my throat 
as he fucked me.

"I don't know were the idea came from, but there 
was one of those knife sets on the counter, ya know, 
in a wood block. I felt him start to cum and I was 
so pissed off that something took over and I 
grabbed one of the knives and stabbed him in the 
side.

"His eyes got real big and he squeezed down on my 
throat. I pulled the knife out and stabbed him again, 
this time in the middle of the chest, just inside his 
nipple. Some blood squirted out on my belly and 
more ran down his. He stepped back and looked 
down at the knife sticking out of his chest, then he 
looked at me. His dick was still hard, there was 
some cum dripping out of it. He was bleeding real 
bad and it had run down his chest and stomach. It 
was even running down his leg. He made a gurgling 
sound and blood came out of his mouth, then he fell 
back on the floor.

"What happened next was weird. Looking at him, I 
started to cum. The feeling was so strong! I started 
rubbing my pussy and the feeling just got stronger. 
Then I was on the floor with him, rubbing my pussy 
back and forth on his stomach and coming over and 
over again. I was the most incredible thing. I was 
tingling all over, in my legs and my nipples and even 
in my arm pits. I needed it so bad that I scooted 
over his chest and pushed the handle of the knife 
into my pussy. As I jumped up and down on him he 
made little grunting and squishing noises. I just came 
and came.

"When I finally stopped, there was blood 
everywhere. I was coated in his blood all over my 
legs and thighs. It was smeared on my belly and 
stomach. His face was smeared with blood. His 
eyes were open, just staring up.

"I stood up and slipped in the blood on the floor. It 
was really slippery. I almost fell on him. I couldn't 
believe what I had done, and I was real scared. I 
just sat down on a chair and cried. Then I thought it 
over and decided that I had to get out of there but 
that I needed to clean up first.

"I went to the bathroom and took a shower. Then I 
put my clothes on. I still couldn't find the key to the 
door, so I climbed down the fire escape and 
walked home.

She was silent, just looking at the floor between us. 
At that time, having just heard the story, I didn't 
believe it and I was wondering where she had 
developed such a fantasy. There are a few case 
studies in the literature about women who feel 
sexual gratification from violence, but they are rare. 
It is much more common in men. I had never heard 
of the problem manifesting in a preteen girl. 

Then she said, "I'm getting horny, I want to fuck."

She stood up and pulled her sun dress off over her 
head. I wasn't surprised that she wasn't wearing 
any panties. 

Megan was about 4'8" and weighed maybe 85 
pounds. She had short dark hair. She had a 
completely flat chest. Her nipples would contract 
and push outward when she was really excited, but 
there was no swelling underneath them. Her full 
pussy lips were completely bare.  She came across 
the room and stood directly in front of me, 
straddling my knees where I was sitting.

Without saying a word, I leaned forward and 
started running my tongue along her smooth slit. I 
heard her give a soft sigh and she pushed her mons 
forward, bending her knees slightly. I looked up at 
her and asked, "You don't have a knife, do you?"

"No silly, I just kill the men who are jerks."

I went back to her pussy, feeling a little ill at ease.

As I worked my tongue back and forth along her 
preteen clit, I was stroking myself. I opened the fly 
of my pants and released my rigid tool. Megan 
pulled up on my shirt. I had to undo my tie and 
unbutton my cuffs and a couple of buttons around 
the collar, then, she pulled it off over my head. I 
undid my belt, then lifted up slightly and pushed my 
pants down around my ankles. During all this, I 
kept up my oral assault on her ten-year-old pus.

Her pussy juices were flowing liberally and she was 
breathing hard when she lowered herself and I 
guided my cock right into her tight, hairless pussy. 
She had the smoothest snatch I had ever 
experienced, a warm envelope which slid over me 
with incredible ease, in spite of her tightness.

Megan began bouncing up and down, moving me in 
and out of her wonderful child cunt. Her skin was 
flushed and she was becoming wet with sweat. I 
slouched down so I could better see my dick sliding 
in and out of her hairless preteen pussy. Her breath 
was coming in gasps. Her movements became more 
and more violent as she would lift up, then slam 
down on me, repeatedly impaling herself on me.

She caught her breath, then grunted. When I felt her 
pussy spasms I went over the edge and shot my 
load of sperm deep into her girl womb, firing again 
and again deep in her.

Afterward, she just hugged me, panting hard, still 
impaled on my dick. After a couple of minutes she 
got up and, without saying a word, put her dress 
back on. My dick leaned over to one side, 
glistening with her cunt juices and my cum. The last 
of my semen leaked out, forming a small white pool 
on my hip. She came over and kissed me on the 
forehead. As she turned away, she stopped. She 
leaned down and licked up the small pool of cum 
on my hip.

"I'll see you on Thursday, Doctor." Then she went 
out the door.

I stepped out of my pants and walked to the 
window of my office in nothing but my socks. I 
looked down into the parking lot through the dark 
tinted glass. The lot was almost empty, it being 
almost six o'clock. Megan bounced down the stairs 
and climbed into a white limo, the door being held 
by a uniformed chauffeur. 

I went back to my desk and logged on. It took me 
only a second to find the article. As I read it, I 
heard the blood roaring in my ears:


           *           *           *

May 22, 1996-Police are investigating the murder 
of Gerald Robson, the owner of "The Mirage" an 
upscale art studio in the river district. Robson was 
found dead of apparent knife wounds at his 
apartment. A police spokesman said there was 
some evidence of a struggle and it appeared that the 
assailant had held Robson down. No motive for the 
murder was immediately apparent as the front door 
to the apartment was locked and it did not appear 
to have been burglarized.

Mr. Robson's body was found by a co-worker 
who went to the apartment when Robson did not 
arrive at work. The co-worker, who asked not to 
be identified, described a horrific scene. She stated 
that Robson was in the kitchen and had at least two 
stab wounds to the chest and that the knife was still 
in his chest. She also said that there was blood 
smeared all over the floor and counters, the there 
were bloody footprints around the apartment and 
that it appeared the assailant had left via the fire 
escape.

The police stated that they had recovered 
fingerprint and DNA evidence at the scene and 
were awaiting autopsy reports. They have no other 
leads in the case.


         *           *            *


I was completely overwhelmed by this and did not 
know what to do. I decided that, for the present 
time, I would do nothing. I had to think this through. 
I also had to study some case histories to better 
understand what was going on between this dark 
eyed ten-year-old's ears.

I pulled the video tape of ours session. I have two 
cameras hidden in my office and tape every session. 
Normally the office staff takes care of them but, 
once Megan's and my relationship had become less 
than professional, I had dealt with the tapes.

I watched them to see if I had missed anything. 
Then I watched us fuck. When that was over, I put 
the earlier tape on of the first time we ever fucked 
and jerked off.