Old School
mc; mg; Mdom; oral; bd; viol
August 29, 2008 started out as a great evening, everything I'd hoped for. My date, Lianna was a little dream of a girl. It was the first Friday of sixth grade for her. I was a wise older man, an eighth grader. Still, I'd never liked a girl more. Honestly, I guess I'd never really liked another girl at at all. It had just been a matter of waiting for Lianna to join me in middle school, because her mom had told her that she couldn't date before that. I asked her out on the very first day of school that year. She told me she really wanted to go, but she had to make sure her mom would let her date an older boy like me.
Maybe six months shy of twelve was a bit early for her to date. And I wasn't normally the guy who did anything that fell into morally gray territory. I was the quintessential honor student good guy. Hell, three days prior to school starting, when the sixth graders and their parents all came to Orientation Night at Radleyville Middle School, I had been the student chosen to speak to them about how to stay out of trouble, get good grades, make a smooth transition. I think that it was really the impression I made there that got Lianna's mom to ever agree to let her go on a date with an older boy.
I had known Lianna for a while. Her mom, Elena Folds, had been one of my first boyhood crushes. She'd been a promising junior exec at Bradish Manufacturing then. Now, at only thirty-four she was up for a position on the board of directors. She was still as hot as she'd been eight years ago when she'd first gone to work at Bradish and I fell in love with her as a kindergartener. Oh, I should probably mention, my dad is Liam Bradish. I'm Liam Junior, LJ to most folks in town. Lianna's busty, five-foot-nothing mom works for my dad. So, she kind of watched me grow up and knew that I'd kind of been in love with Li for a couple years. And she had seen her little girl sigh after I'd walked by. Maybe all that helped secure permission for Lianna to date me as well.
As Elena's career unfolded, I had watched Elena's daughter grow from a kid at the company after-school daycare into a busty sixth grade girl. Just like her mom, she was tiny, except for a very noticeable rack. I was a pretty big kid. I stood fifteen inches taller than either of the Folds females. When I looked down at Lianna Folds these days, all I could see was eyes and boobs. She was one of those girls with those big anime eyes, too. Li had the most adorable face in Radleyville Middle. Her gorgeous eyes were surrounded by a smattering of cheekbone freckles and shiny black hair.
For our date, I'd walked Lianna to the varsity game that Friday night. Small town high school football in Alabama is a must-do social event to start any weekend, and the game that ends the first week of school is an even bigger event than usual. I was actually still a little sore from playing in the Thursday night junior high game. Football was king in Radleyville, and at six-foot-three and 175 pounds, I was certainly expected to play.
Li was actually interested in the game, which was awesome. I could speak on that subject without turning into the babbling idiot I usually became when talking to a pretty girl. I was a gentleman, but I'll admit that sure didn't preclude lusty thoughts. With her black hair and huge brown eyes, she kind of favored Jenna Coleman who now plays Clara Oswald on Doctor Who. It would be years before I beheld Miss Coleman, but you can imagine how stupefying a girl who looked like her in miniature could be to a middle school boy.
Opening the evening by talking about football invested me with the confidence to actually proceed to just talking to Lianna like she was a regular person. “How was the first week?”
“Hardly a first week at all,” she said. “It's all going over rules and getting locker assignments and finding your classrooms and stuff. The only homework I've had so far has been to start reading our book for English. It's a real dry version of Greek Myths, but Mrs. Riley retells them to us, then. That's kind of great.”
“She's the drama director. She does the voice and everything. Probably the best teacher in the whole school.”
“I really like her,” Li said and then looked around. “I think we're not supposed to admit we like the teachers.”
I leaned in close to her and spoke conspiratorially. “Your secret is safe with me,” I whispered. “But look out. It gets even worse when the other kids figure out that the teachers like you.”
“I was afraid of that,” she groaned. “Teachers all love me. I'm teacher catnip. I look younger than the other kids, but I behave better than most of them. I'm irresistible to grown-ups.”
I was finding her irresistible on more than one level. Sure, she was sweet and funny, but then there was her body. It was a warm late-August night, and she wore a v-neck green Radleyville Raiders t-shirt. She wasn't quite showing cleavage, but there was space there. She caught me staring once, and I actually made a pretty good save. “That necklace is really beautiful,” I said. “But I can't figure out quite what it says.”
“Gradhag,” she replied with a look in her eyes that was both happy and sad. “My daddy bought it for me, before he passed. It's Gaelic for 'beloved.'”
“I lost my mama,” I said quietly. “Sorry about your daddy.”
“At least we both know they loved us, right?” she said and took my hand.
“And we each still have one parent left who loves us, right?”
“Yes sir,” she said in a brighter tone. “Our parents knew how to do right by us.” Something really clicked between us in that moment. Two years of school might have separated us, but everything else about us seemed to mesh perfectly. Somehow, even my big paw and her tiny hand managed to mesh in just the right way.
We even shared some eye-rolling and little chuckles while my friend Tony and her BFF Kelly mauled one another under the bleachers. “I am grateful to them, though,” I admitted to Li. “Without Tony pushing me, I never would have had the guts to ask you to the game, and I've had a great time.”
“I was scared to go on a date, Liam,” she admitted in return. “But you have been a complete gentleman. I guess maybe there are still a few of them left in Alabama. I'd thought maybe an eighth grade guy was too old for me, but you've made me feel like I fit in all night, like I really belong in middle school. I guess I have to thank Kelly for pushing me toward one of the best evenings I've ever had. She really wants us to...never mind.” She glanced back down at the couple still pawing one another. “Maybe I won't thank her right now,” she said with a sigh.
“Kind of a shame this night has to end,” I said as we walked back toward her house after the game.
“We could have another,” she said. Then she groaned. “Dang, that sounded needy, didn't it?”
“Li, don't get creeped out, but I just spent an evening seeing you in a v-neck. I don't think needy is something you're ever going to be when it comes to getting attention from fellas. I'd love to spend another evening with you sometime. Soon, maybe?”
“As soon as you ask, I guess,” she said as we cut across the lot of the local bait shop, closed at this hour. It was fairly dark in the parking lot, but I could tell that she was blushing under the bright Alabama moon. This was as forward as this girl had ever been. She continued the conversation as soon as she found the nerve. “And, no, what you said... about the v-neck and boys' attention... that wasn't creepy. It would be from most guys, but you've been sweet all night, and I think you already knew that I liked you. That does give a boy implied permission to flirt. So, from you that was okay.”
“Good,” I said, feeling like I could breathe again. “I have to tell you that if you had been another girl I might not have been quite so scared to make that comment. But you're a good girl, and I didn't want to rush into that sort of thing with you. I guess, I'd rather push for you actually liking me than push for... other things.”
“Is that you telling me that you respect me?” she asked.
“A whole lot, Lianna Folds. And I like you a whole lot as well.”
“I like you, a whole lot too, Liam Bradish Junior.”
We strolled on down the highway, out toward the edge of town where she lived. We were talking and laughing and realizing more and more just how well we fit together. I didn't want to get carried away, but I kind of knew I was falling in love. In the first week of school... with a sixth grader!
Then she hit me with a question I really hadn't expected. “Doesn't that little side road lead to the Old School?”
A chill ran down my spine. I hated that place. Up until the early 1980's the high school had been way outside of town so that they could have all the athletic fields and everything right there. The whole place had been really beautiful, I guess. It was supposed to have been a great sight, the school and its immaculate grounds out in the middle of the woods. But something had gone horribly wrong with the heating system, resulting in a gas explosion that had killed twenty people on Valentine's Day of 1982. A developer had bought the land to build a factory, but had never done anything with it. The remains of the building now stood abandoned in the middle of the woods. Every kid in Radleyville Middle School went out there on a dare sooner or later. I'd even been, and I was usually the last to do anything that was illegal. “I don't think that's your sort of thing,” I said. “You're not one to break the rules. Besides, it's scary as hell.”
“I don't scare very easily, LJ,” Lianna said. She wasn't mad, though. “Thanks for trying to protect me, sugar. But it's like a major rite of passage for Radleyville kids to go out there, and I have to admit that even though I'm well-behaved I do have a sense of adventure. Plus, I'm not a little kid anymore. Still, it's spooky, and I don't know of anyone else I would trust to take me there.”
That “little kid” thing had popped up a few times during the evening. Lianna, being tiny and having an adorable face, had always been treated like she was younger than she was. She'd confessed that things had been changing since this summer because, well... boobs. But she was still in the initial stages of embracing her newfound status as a “big kid.” After all, she'd be twelve in February.
“I guess I'm about to scare the hell out of a beautiful girl,” I said with a laugh.
“Yes sir,” she said, suddenly a trifle less confident than she'd been a moment ago. The reality of it was setting in. “I guess that's what I just asked for.”
“I figured you and Kelly had set it up so Tony would take her there, too. Kelly was the beautiful girl I was referring to,” I teased. Lianna punched me on the arm. I think it was a relatively hard punch on her part. But she only weighed about seventy pounds. She hit my upper arm and then held onto her hand in surprise. “Sorry,” I chuckled. “I should have been softer.”
“I figured it was your fault,” she said and laughed at her own poor judgment. “Apparently you were a good person to have as an orientation guide. You at least know where the weight room is.” I reached over and took her tiny hand. I kissed her sore knuckles. She giggled and smiled.
“LJ, does this place scare you?” she asked sympathetically after we had walked the mile down the dark road and approached the heavy school doors which hung at an angle on their twisted hinges.
“No,” I lied. I suddenly realized I didn't like lying to her, not even to save face. “Well,” I then confessed, “the thing about this place is that if you let your mind run away with you, you can talk yourself into being scared. I did that last year.”
“What did you think you saw?”
“Nothing,” I said. “It was a feeling. I felt like someone or something was trying to talk to me, inside my head. Like I said, the place didn't scare me. I scared myself. You know what? I need to go back in there, don't I? That's what you're supposed to do with your fears.”
“That's what a brave person would say,” the adventurous girl answered with a nod. “You must be a brave person.” She slid her arm through mine. “Protect me, okay?”
I think with a lot of girls that would have struck me as patronizing. But Li understood me. My courage doubled at the mere notion of protecting a beautiful little girl. If there was one person in the world I wouldn't fail in the end it was Li. “My Li,” I was coming to believe. “I shall protect you with my life, my lady,” I said.
The last time I'd been here we'd gone in through a broken ground floor window, but one of the boys with me had cut himself sliding through. I decided to wrench open the front doors. They dug into the cement as I yanked, but I managed to get them free wide enough for us to slide through. I had handed Li the cellphone I was using as a flashlight, and I offered to let her hold onto it. Folks usually feel safer if they control the light. She refused. “I trust you,” she whispered and clung onto my left elbow with both her arms. Her chest pressed into me. She had to have known that I would feel it. “Sorry,” she whispered. “They're everywhere I go.” We both laughed.
“I guess I'll endure,” I said.
“Come here,” she whispered. I bent down to her. “I'm not Kelly,” she said. “I'm not offering you the chance to roam all over my body with...well, whatever. But I really don't mind you holding me close, LJ. And there just isn't any way for a boy to hold a girl close without her boobs touching him.”
“Especially you,” I offered. I thought for a second maybe that was one mention too many of her breasts. She studied my face intently. Then, she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed me. No tongues, no roaming hands, just a little kiss.
“Lead on, my knight,” she said and returned to squeezing the daylights out of my arm. She had such a beautiful sense of romance, and maybe a bit too strong a sense of adventure to accompany it.
We hadn't walked very far into the school before I heard it. Moon Room. It had started again. I was once again imagining that voice trying to talk inside my head. I ignored it. We stayed in the safest part of the school at first. The blast had happened at the far end of the building from where we'd entered. These classrooms were creepy enough. No one had ever cleaned out the building. No one was supposed to re-enter it at all. My dad said they had torn out the bleachers from the stadium and even taken the lumber from the pressbox and dugouts on the fields, but no one had reclaimed the materials from the school itself. The building was condemned. Probably no one but the next couple generations of Radleyville teenagers had ever come back out here.
There were personal effects on the teachers' desks. Old photos of their families and so on. Trophies and plaques were scattered all over the place, having fallen prey to drunken teenagers' rages. A poster of a smiling high school boy and girl that hung on a bulletin board had been vandalized, the eyes burnt out with cigarettes. “That's a week's worth of nightmares right there,” Lianna said with a shudder.
Take her to the Moon Room, pussy. Damn me and my imagination.
We passed another poster on another hallway bulletin board. “No means no,” the top line read. “Without consent it's rape,” the original conclusion to the message had been. Some genius had crossed out the last word and scrawled in “fun.”
Moon Room, cunt.
I steered Li to the east end of the building, away from the Moon Room. She tried to plunk out “Heart and Soul” on the music room's piano, but what twenty-six years of neglect hadn't wrecked of the piano, somebody with an old fire extinguisher and a lot of anger had managed to pretty well smash. The sound the remaining strings made made was mournful, pained even. “A musical score for that week of nightmares,” she said and shook her head. “How you doing, my hero?” she asked.
“It's just all kind of sad to me,” I lied. This time, for some reason, I didn't go back and confess the truth. I was terrified because I was hearing that damned voice in my head.
Take her to the Moon Room. You'll see those tits.
“What's the Moon Room?” she asked.
“What makes you ask that?”
“Kelly said that it's weird, but that there is one really pretty place in this whole building. She said the Moon Room is gorgeous, but she wouldn't tell me why.”
“It's on the top floor,” I said. “Used to be storage. It's way on the other end of the building.”
“If it's supposed to be the one place of beauty in this old wreckage, then I could really use it right about now.”
Do it! Do it! You'll get your hands on those tits, boy!
“If you really want to go,” I said. “I know where it is.” The Moon Room had been where I had first heard the voice last time. I'd left after only a few seconds in the room. The voice had followed me the rest of the time I was there, but it had lost some of its potency. It was beautiful up in the Moon Room, but it was also supposed to be the most haunted place in the school. Two young lovers had supposedly been in the storage room when the blast took place. Searchers had found them, naked in the rubble three stories directly below the west wall of the Moon Room. The wall that wasn't there anymore. Legends created by those who didn't really know what had happened in that room told of how the couple had been about to consummate their love up against that wall at the second of the blast, and how they haunted the room still, in search of the final moment of ecstasy they'd been denied.
I had believed in my first visit to the Old School that something far more sinister lurked in that room. Now, I decided I had been letting myself get worked up over nothing and my own imagination and was doing it again. I searched for something innocent and beautiful that might drive the macabre notions from my head. That something pure and perfect was at my elbow. “You're the most beautiful girl in school, Lianna,” I announced as we climbed the last set of steps. “No girl there holds a candle to you.”
“Wow! Oh my god, LJ. I feel the same way! Oh no, I mean, I feel like that about you. You are the cutest boy, like ever!” She gave me another of those innocent kisses. “I've had a crush on you since I was a third grader at the Bradish afterschool daycare.”
“I know it's silly, first date and all, but I've known you for a while, Li. You've just always been like this angel in my eyes. I think I'm maybe, you know, falling in love with you.” It was true. I really was, and that made me feel like I could overcome anything else my stupid mind was going to conjure up to frighten me.
“I thought it was just me!” she exclaimed. “I thought I was just being a silly little sixth grade girl with a head full of moonlight and adventure. Oh, LJ, I love you, too!” Our kiss was longer this time, and we even touched tongues a little bit. But both of us knew that Lianna wasn't about to go any further than that. Her head wasn't that filled with moonlight.
We stopped kissing, and we approached the door to the Moon Room. The storage upstairs had been organized into sections separated by dry wall and wire “cage” doors. The Moon Room had been filled with overflow from the athletic store rooms. It had the kind of gear that was probably already old in the 1980's. Someone over the years had been smart enough to wire the cage door open. The latch had remained intact. Someone could have gotten trapped in there. I could have gotten out by breaking down the cage door, but a smaller kid would have had a hard time of it.
Lianna saw the beauty of the Moon Room, then. The wall and part of the ceiling were gone on one side. There was nothing there except the view of the Alabama nighttime sky and a lake down and away in the distance, past what had once been the baseball diamond. Li stepped inside of the room and crossed to where she could see it all.
NOW! SPRING THE TRAP! The voice had never sounded so strong in my head. It was more than just talking to me now. It was screaming at me. It was guiding my hands, my feet, every part of me. I was still there, but it owned me, utterly, completely. My fingers unwound the wire. I pulled the cage door shut. There was a loud click as the latch snapped home.
“I'm so sorry, Li,” I whispered in horror.
“LJ, this isn't funny. We could get stuck in here!”
Little bitch is never leaving... through the door.
“You're never leaving through the door, bitch.”
“LJ?” she asked, her anime eyes ridiculously large. “Oh my god! There's someone else here!” She could sense the presence now. “Leave him alone!” she shouted at the ether. “Leave my boyfriend alone!”
The voice had stopped speaking in my head. It was saying its words aloud, through my mouth. “He's a big one, ain't he? Feels good having a body like this. Way more than double the size of a little cunt like you.”
“LJ! Can't you fight him, LJ?” Lianna grabbed my arm and shook me, like she was trying to wake me from a bad dream.
“Boy's useless,” the voice said. “He can see it all and feel it all, but can't do a god-damned thing about it. At least he'll get to know what it's like to get his willie wet. I'm having some fun with you before the end, baby-cunt.”
I reached up and snatched Lianna by the hair. She screamed and dug her nails into my arm, but the being controlling me didn't care if my body got hurt. It was going to fuck Lianna, and then it was going to toss her over the edge to her death below. After that, it was going to make me step off the edge and fall to my death. I could see every detail of what it wanted to do, and I couldn't move a single muscle to stop it. “LJ! I need you!” Lianna screamed. She bolted for the door, but my hand was in her hair. She took a step and ended up on her ass. She wriggled away then, but she couldn't open the cage door. As she kicked and pulled at it, I grabbed her by the hair again, and tossed her right back onto her little bottom.
“She was asking for it, running around with her little nose up in the air, laughing at me. I dragged her up here and raped the shit out of her little cunt. All that was left was to kill the little tease, but I never got to. She was a pretty little thing like you, too good to fuck a guy like me. Hell, you're too much a tease to even fuck this boy, and he's in love with you.”
My hand reached down and roughly yanked the pretty little v-neck t-shirt from her body. It left a big red welt on her neck. She sobbed even as she fought bravely. I pinned her face down to the floor and stripped her of the modest tan shorts, her panties, her bra. There was just no match between the two of us. She was an eleven-year-old girl who was the size of many nine-year-olds, and I was bigger than many grown men. As she wailed in agony, I spanked her white little bottom over and over again. My cock began to swell. I had hoped that maybe this monster that held my body in its control would be unable to control my mind enough to make me hard. But he didn't need to. The girl I lusted after most in the world was naked before me, and my hand was touching her bottom. I knew that under my captor's control my body was going to fuck her. I was fourteen. I couldn't help but get hard.
I rolled her to her back and straddled her, still holding her head to the floor with the left hand wrapped in her hair. My right hand played gently with her nipples. I teased them, tweaked them, kissed them. I sucked Lianna Folds' perfect breasts into my mouth, and savored the touch of them against my tongue. “Oh god! Oh god, LJ, save me!” she whimpered. And I wanted to save her. I truly, truly did. I loved the sight of those breasts. I loved the touch of them, the taste of them, but I would have given all that up for a lifetime if only I could have spared her this abomination.
But the thing inside me had no such feelings. And he experienced the same sensations I did. That flooded my body with hormones and chemicals. My muscles felt stronger. My lust grew. Even I had some taste for cruelty, all men do. And the parts of me that normally overruled that mean streak had no power to stop my unruly body. I was in many ways as helpless as Lianna, but in other ways I was finally feeling what it would be like to let my big body loose and make some little girl my plaything.
My hand drew back then, and it dropped back down as a lusty roar escaped my body. It came across her left breast with a resounding thwack. Lianna screamed, but the chilling sound of it faded hopelessly into the sultry August night.
There was a moment of quiet then. It was an intense, eerie moment of silence. “I see you, you bastard,” Lianna hissed. “I see you.” The ghost had taken shape in her eyes. She saw a murderous boy from 1982.
“Good,” he said in my voice, but now I could clearly hear the difference in tone and manner when he spoke. “A bitch oughtta know who pops her little cunt open.” I dragged her then, by the hair. He liked the hair. He liked the fact that when he moved a girl by her hair it had to hurt. I pressed my beautiful little love against an old vaulting box and held her in place with my foot on her throat as I grabbed two old web football belts and lashed Lianna's wrists to the handholds in the box. The padding had worn away, and the top was open. I ran the belts through the inside and tied them off to themselves.
I stood and stripped naked. I had thought in the couple nights before our date, about what making love to Li might really be like. I had even worried that the size of my cock and her little body would not mesh. I had worried that she would be terrified the second she ever beheld it. Now, she honestly did behold it. She turned away, and then back. Her eyes strained under the blue moonlight. She was seeing things that didn't add up. Then, her mind sorted it all out. She would see me at times, then catch the phantom image of my master. Sweet, brave little Li, the adventurous girl who had been less afraid to enter this place than I, gave a long stare and then took her shot at the monster. “LJ's is way bigger,” she said.
My heart crowed at the bold blow she had landed on the beast. But then my right hand slapped her beautiful little face. For a moment, my erection flagged and began to droop. Hitting her was unconscionable. Slapping tits and spanking were one thing. Slapping the beautiful face of a tied-up girl was something else entirely. My fantasies had never in their darkest moments found a thrill in that. But my master's had, and the hormones won out in the end. My hardness returned. The sign of my lust and shameful lack of control returned.
But my master didn't slap her again. He turned to another cruel tack. He began to manipulate her tiny helpless body. My lips pressed to her sweet sex, and they kissed it. They kissed the lips of it; they kissed the little patch of fuzz above it; they kissed the hood of the clit exposed when my fingers opened her up. My tongue tasted her virginal juices, not much at first, but more and more as the manipulation of her body continued.
“I'm not a whore, LJ,” she whispered and looked to the heavens in shame. “I can't help what's going to happen.” If anyone in the world understood what it was like to have their body behave in a way that shamed them, it was me. Of course I couldn't tell her that. My mouth devoured her sex, taking turns at kissing, sucking and licking her tender clit. This bastard knew what he was doing to a girl. He had raped more than one girl in his time. He had liked them small so that he could control and dominate them. So that he could humiliate them. So that he could frighten them out of telling on him. Li began to squirm as one of my hands started to expertly knead her precocious breasts and tease her nipples. “God no,” she moaned.
“Cum like the little slut you are,” my mouth uttered and then latched onto her clit. Her hips slammed into my face, and she wailed in shame and anger at her unfaithful loins. They had betrayed her, given my master what he craved. Inside, I reeled at the beauty of her perfect little form twisting and trembling. I felt the taste of her slide across my tongue and sear into my memory. I could have loved this girl forever, but what could ever become of us after this? I sought to regain control of my body, but my cock just raged against the air around it, seeking satisfaction. Then, as Li regained her breath, my cock found that satisfaction.
I thrust it into her face and pinched her nose shut until she opened her mouth for a gasping breath. My cock drove between her sweet lips and across her tongue. I struck the back of her mouth and pushed down into her throat. She had her head back at an angle against the sloping side of the box. I could see the bulge in her slender neck as I violated her. Too long it seemed I was buried in there, but when I pulled back she was still breathing, still conscious. I drove it in again and again, hating what I was doing but so very pleased at the warmth and moisture of her mouth and the tightness of her throat. My body had never known a joy like throat-fucking a beautiful girl. The surge from within my cock was readying. A few more times, I knew. The pressure was building. “Swallow every drop, you fucking whore, or I will peel you apart, piece by piece with that rusty old tape scissors over there.”
Lianna tried to moan, to scream, something. But the head of my cock was lodged at the back of her mouth. The vibrations from her effort finished me. My cock felt incredibly warm as it spewed rope after rope into the helpless girl. My hand held her head in place by the hair. The cum went down her gullet. When I was finally allowed to pull back, she coughed and sputtered, taking deep, rasping breaths when she could. But it was all gone. My entire load, the first I had ever shared with a girl, had been forced down her beautiful throat. I wished I had enough control of my body to throw up and express my disgust at what I'd done, but instead I just felt a rush pass through me. My treacherous body wanted to do it again.
I crossed to a shelf and for some reason I couldn't yet fathom grabbed a plastic jar I found there. I recognized the wicked smell the second I pulled off the shrink wrap and opened the container. My eyes even burned. It was Kramer-Gesic, a substance akin to thick Vaseline, but far more potent. It was a muscle balm that promised “healing warmth.” On sensitive skin it burned like hell. My fingers scooped out a big wad of the decades old substance and smeared it on Li's beautiful pussy. She wailed. “That'll heat you up, bitch!” my master cackled with my mouth. I watched as poor Li squirmed against the balm's touch. It didn't leave burns, but it had been damned uncomfortable in its intensity when I had gotten it on my balls while applying it to a groin pull. I couldn't quite imagine how it would feel on Li's virgin sex. At least I knew the burning would fade after a little bit. “Big cock,” my master explained. “Only lube in here.”
I knew what was to happen then. I slid my cock up to Li's greased sex. The balm's burn was not as intense as it had been for her. Still, it had some effect. Actually the intense tingling helped harden the cock that had recently unleashed a load. Then, with no mercy at all, I lifted her hips and drove deep into her, shredding her hymen and pushing ahead until my hips crashed into her. She yelped and sobbed. Her shoulders curled forward. She would have thrown her arms around me for comfort if she hadn't been tied.
But there was more at stake here, and we both knew it. She was a tiny girl. What if my cock had torn her apart inside? She could have been badly injured. “If you're in there, LJ, I'm okay,” she whispered when the sobs subsided. “It hurts, but I'm okay.” How could she be so ridiculously brave? She was consoling me. If only I could have spoken, told her how much I loved her, how much I regretted what was happening. But instead, I just fucked her painfully hard and fast.
She was tight and hot, and the Kramer-gesic made it seem even hotter at first. My fingers laced through one another beneath her gorgeous little ass. And I was deep inside of her. She was tiny but sexually mature. Her cervix must have lifted enough to let me all the way into her. Her vaginal walls coursed and moved against the cock that filled every bit of her. “Sweet little pussy,” my mouth said in a voice that carried just a trace of my familiar timbre. It was just that, a sweet little pussy. My beloved girl, my gradhag was an incredible fuck. I had no basis for comparison, but I knew that girls weren't all like this. They weren't all this tight, and they weren't this responsive, and they sure as hell didn't all look like my brave Lianna.
For a minute or so, even my captor seemed smitten. He let me fuck her slowly, marveling at the way her breasts rolled around on her tiny frame. He let me gaze at her face as the pain subsided and she experienced the natural sensations a nice slow session of lovemaking brought to a girl's body. And for a moment or two, Li escaped the hell in which she found herself. “It's LJ,” she whispered. “It's my wedding night.”
I began to weep from the beauty of her courage. The bastard couldn't let that last. A hand leapt from her bottom up to her breast and twisted a nipple viciously. Li cried out in agony. My hand returned to her bottom, but this time, one of my thumbs jammed into her bottom, driving deep inside of her backside. Then my hips began to pound into her again. I would swing her away from the box and let her head and shoulders thump into it. It was brutal, and physically it was thrilling as hell. I had never fucked before, much less rutted a tiny girl like I was some wild animal.
My cock flew in and out of the tightness and warmth. My thumb penetrated the tiny bottom reddened from an earlier spanking. I completely manhandled the girl I outweighed by a hundred pounds. I was a beast, and my body felt a beast's maddening pleasure. “Take it! Take my cock you sweet little fuck!” I bellowed. It was the closest I had come to uttering brutal words of my own. I never would have said them to a sweet eleven-year-old on her virgin fuck, but shamefully they had kicked around in my head before my master had chosen to use them. He was doing it to spite me. He had even left in my “sweet.” Even if I had been dominating Li in a mutually willing nasty fuck, that “sweet” would have been there. I couldn't see her any other way.
Li's legs came up then, wrapping around me. She might have still been trying to recapture the imagined moment that had left her in peace and angered our enemy. Perhaps she had imagined that moment of gentleness we'd managed to sneak in had exposed a weakness in him, one that had shaken him and led to the return of his outrage. “LJ,” she muttered. “I need you, my knight.”
“He's helpless! I was going to snap your little neck, but now I'm going to fuck you to death. I'm going to keep pounding you with your boyfriend's cock until it turns you inside out, bitch!” I didn't know if he could do it. It sure as hell seemed like a possibility, but it was more likely he'd just keep battering her against the box with increasing fury until the action had finally just beaten her to death. Either way, he was fucking her to death with my cock. I had no say in the matter.
But I did realize that I had one thing I could do to slow it down. I pictured the few perfect seconds when Li had been dreaming it was our wedding night. I remembered how much I loved her and desired her in that fleeting moment of bliss. And I remembered how damned good it had felt, better by far than this nasty bit of business. And as I thought of it and pictured it, my body reacted. I had plenty of physical stimulation, and then I just added the missing elements of mental pleasure and love. The semen quickly boiled up from below and raced the length of my shaft. It jumped and tumbled into the tight, warm sheath of her sex and spread out into her. I felt the ecstasy and joy of love done right. Amid all the pain, all the horror, I had at last known that euphoria of reaching the pinnacle of pleasure with love in your heart.
“I know you love me,” she whispered.
Then, as I'd hoped, my satisfied cock flagged. It had done its best trick twice in just a few minutes. There had to be some pause. My hips kept pumping, but I slid from her. “Motherfucker!” my master hissed. My possessed hand punched me in the face. I had never been able to hit myself with full force before. I have to say, I wouldn't want to fight me. It fucking hurt.
Under his control once again, I staggered over to the box and untied Li. I fish-hooked her mouth and dragged her to the open edge of the Moon Room. I took her by the legs and stood at the edge of the three-story drop onto rubble and rebar below. I lifted her and held her there. “So long, bitch,” my mouth hissed.
“I know it's not you, LJ,” she whispered. Until the end, she'd had so much fucking courage, so much faith in me. I struggled for all I was worth, but I didn't know how to fight this kind of battle. I was prolonging it, but I was losing. My captor was trying to shred my mind. Maybe it was my soul. I made a decision that I would die before I let go. I fought back with no concern for what hurt inside me, what damage it would do. My heart pounded, and my muscles felt as if they were going to pop and rip from the bone. I was holding the monster at bay for the moment, but there were two things that made it unlikely I could ever win. Even a seventy-pound girl can soon become a heavy weight to hold aloft, and even love can't change physics.
For what seemed like forever, I hung onto Li for all I was worth, but I wasn't going to be worth enough. I suddenly realized that this creature that had seethed in its rage, built up its hatred for over twenty-five years, had been holding something back. He had been bending only part of his total malice toward me. As he now focused all of it on me, I felt my grip on my love's ankles began to give way.
Lianna suddenly gasped. I felt the reason why before I saw it. There was another presence in the Moon Room. It was female, and it was angry but benevolent. That poor girl from 1982. This bastard had been holding her there all that time. After her body had tumbled to its death, her rapist and would-be-murderer had captured her soul as he had captured mine. She had been his prisoner here in the Moon Room. But because he had been forced to his very limit with me, he had to let his grip on the girl's spirit slip.
I staggered backwards and kept my hold on Li. She clawed her way back onto the floor. But then we saw the silvery figure of a young girl, perhaps only fourteen, and I felt her hurtle herself into me and pass through in a suicidal dive off of the edge and into the rubble below. She clutched the specter of the bastard in her arms. Li and I saw a flash of 1982, then. We saw two kids who had actually survived the blast, but as the murderous boy moved to throw his victim over the edge and into the still-smoking rubble below, she had grabbed his hair. “Never again,” she'd whispered as they teetered on the edge. “Never another girl.” Then, intertwined, they tumbled and fell.
Li never lied to her mother. So, when she told her mom that the two of us had taken a nasty spill down a crumbling stairway at the Old School, Elena believed it. Li had told me she was going to lie when she got home. She'd said it was to protect me, but she also said it was to protect her mother from the pain her daughter's rape at a ghost's hands would bring. I'd thought that maybe Li would never want to see me again. “No,” she said softly, “I need you, LJ. I am going to cry over and over about this. You're going to be the only one who can hold me and comfort me, because you're the only one who is ever going to know about this.”
Li's decision to lie didn't keep the two of us from getting our asses chewed out. Elena was furious at us, both of us. “Pardon my language, Liam Junior, but dammit!” she'd snapped as she turned to me. “I have only one great treasure left in this world, and it is going to be your duty to protect her from now on, even when she comes up with a fool idea.”
“Why is it LJ's duty, Mama?”
“Because, Lianna Josephine, he's obviously your boyfriend. You two have such a strong connection it's frightening. But I don't stand in the way of love, and you two are ridiculously in love. So I accept the relationship as long as LJ promises to do his best to protect you.”
“With my life, Mrs. Folds.”
“We are in love, Mama. And I give you my word we won't be going back there. It's too dangerous.” Lianna took my hand and kissed it. I wanted to hold her close, but I didn't dare test her mama's tolerance.
“You kids shouldn't be going up there even if it wasn't dangerous,” Elena said with a sigh. “Leave the dead alone.”
“Mama,” Lianna asked, showing that composure of hers that still amazes me to this day, “do you know anything about the two kids in the Moon Room?”
“We still talk about them when we drink too much, those of us who remember the kids who died at the Old School. The girl's name was Jessica Marie Abigail,” Elena said softly. “She was my favorite babysitter when I was a little girl. The boy was Eddie Lenz. I didn't care for Eddie at all. He was rather creepy toward us younger girls. I hate to speak ill of the dead, but his intentions toward us were... dark.”
I still wonder to this day whether it was Li's beauty that had given Eddie the drive to seize control of me that night. He hadn't seemed that powerful the first time I'd encountered him. But Li was a singular example of adolescent beauty. Eddie seemed to have thrived on debasing and destroying innocent younger girls. Perhaps seeing Li, sensing the purity and courage she possessed, gave him the desire to once again attempt the ultimate act of desecration against a young girl. He had used all his power against me that night. On other nights he had been more cautious, lest he lose control of Jessica's spirit. Destroying Li's soul would have been his greatest victory, but even if he'd killed her he still would have failed to break her. Her spirit was beyond his ken. That might sound corny and romantic, but I believe it with all my heart.
Elena let Li walk out onto the porch with me to say goodnight. “Li...” I said in the voice that told her I was going to apologize yet again. She cut me off.
“I'm okay, LJ. I wish none of it had happened, but it did. I'm going to cry a lot for a lot of nights, but I'm going to be okay.”
“Look, I know this is ridiculous to ask right now, but do you think we can still try to make it? Do you think we can hold on through this?”
“Hold on?” she asked. “LJ, if there's anyone in the world I trust to hold on, it's you. You never let me go. And I love you. Yes, Liam Bradish Junior. I want to hold onto this.” We kissed. After everything she'd been through, I was the one who ended up flinching. I still had a sore lip from punching myself in the face.
Just over a year later, Li and I made love for the first time. I count that as the night we lost our virginity. So does Li.
The night at the Old School was seven years ago. Neither Li nor I ever wavered in our devotion to one another. No one seemed very surprised that we went ahead and got married so young this summer. The only one who seemed genuinely surprised by anything was my dad. We gave him an unusual request for our wedding present, but he honored it. Bradish Manufacturing purchased the Old School. We didn't develop it. We told Dad that we felt it our duty to see that place gone before some kid got hurt out there. This afternoon, right before the two of us newlyweds headed to Tuscaloosa for the fall semester, I stood next to my beautiful five-foot-nothing wife as she pressed a big red button and the remains of the old Radleyville High School imploded with a deafening roar that faded into an eerie silence. Li stared at the cloud of dust that rose from the rubble. “Never again,” she whispered.
