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Scenes Around the Housing Complex on Juniper Lane

by Mesmer's Bauble

various

Building 16

Emilia Sparr sighed in relief as the door closed behind her; it had been a long day. Kicking off her shoes, she quickly slid her slacks off and let them pool on the floor revealing her long shapely legs. Her panties joined her pants on the floor and she kicked the pile to the side as she moved through the foyer and into the front hall. As she walked she unbuttoned and removed her shirt, followed by her bra.

Naked and far more comfortable, Emilia began to sway her hips as she walked. She settled into a stride that caused her tight ass and ample cleavage to sway invitingly. She moved sensually as she passed through the kitchen and into the den. The TV was on but the room’s only occupant wasn’t watching the screen. Instead she met the gaze of her 13 year old son, Cody. He was naked, of course, and his young cock was rock hard and pointing her way. She didn’t need any clearer instructions then that, with a skip in her step she made her way to the couch and fell to her knees before engulfing her son’s cock with her warm wet lips.

“How was your day, Mom?” She stopped bobbing her head on his four inch member and moved her hands to caress it as she answered. “Not too bad, but you know how much I hate being away from you, Master.”

Cody smiled down at his mother. “I know, but it’s important that you provide for me in all ways, you have to remember that working is serving me too and it should bring you pleasure.”

Emilia smiled everything Cody said made so much sense recently. “Of course, Master. Why didn’t I think of that?” She dropped her mouth back over his cock and felt her thoughts begin to shift, obviously work was just another way to please her Master and pleasing her Master gave her pleasure.

Cody was still young and his mother had grown quite skilled so it only took a few minutes before he grabbed her hair and started to guide her movements, moving from a slow blowjob to really fucking her face. Emilia grunted in pleasure, she loved when Cody got dominant. Within thirty seconds of this Cody burst, giving her a small mouthful of seed, and the taste of her son’s cum triggered her own orgasm.

After coming down from his quick orgasm Cody reached over and grabbed the special iPod from its charger and slid it into an armband case. Emilia was still enjoying the afterglow from her pleasure but perked right up when Cody started to speak again. “Mom, make me some dinner and don’t forget your music.” Emilia nodded like a bobble head, grabbed the iPod and strapped it around her upper arm. She gave her ass a wiggle for Cody as she turned and moved into the kitchen. Slipping the ear buds in her ears she pressed play and an atonal hissing filled her ears. Humming as if she was listening to actual music she went about preparing dinner.

Cody sat on the couch and unmuted the TV. Pulling out his laptop he sent an email to trancespot.com. ‘The custom MP3s are working perfectly here is my credit card I want to sign up for a lifetime membership.’ With that he typed in the digits for his mother’s credit card and smiled wickedly…


Building 34

When the door bell rang Rea jumped up and started pulling on her babysitter’s arm.

“Come on!!! The Pizza’s here!” Serena hit pause on the Tivo and got to her feet, as she grabbed the small wad of cash from the side table she reflected on why she loved babysitting for Mr. and Mrs. Kline. They were comfortable enough with their money not to be stingy with food money, her pay rate, or tips; unlike many of the other families in the housing complex.

Rea was right at her heels as she walked to the front door and peered through the peep hole, it was a gated complex but it never hurt to be careful. On the other side was an older teen, no older than twenty, with a board look on his face and one of those red pizza warmer bags balanced on one hand. “Come on!!! I’m hungry and you know mom and dad never let me have pizza ‘cept when you’re here.”

Serena smiled down at the girl, “Chill squirt, safety first right.” The little girl nodded seriously and the expression broke into another smile. Serena opened the door and got a better look at the pizza guy. He was not impressive, short and scrawny with stringy greasy hair that made him look like he had not showered in a few days. Worse, the board look on his face turned to something more like a lewd grin when he saw her.

He was obviously checking her out and that made her feel really uncomfortable, “How much?” She asked, the sooner this guy was gone the better. The guy’s smile got real big and he dug into a pocket but instead of a receipt he pulled out a small spray bottle. Before she could react he blasted her in the face and everything in her mind just kind of stopped.

“Oh it’s on me.” His eyes traveled down Serena’s body and it was then that he noticed Rea at her side. The little girl didn’t know what was going on and was just beginning to look scared when he aimed and hit her with blast from his spray bottle. Her face fell into a blank and empty expression. “Lucky me, two for one. Into the house.” he said the last with authority in his voice and the two blanked faced girls turned and walked inside their movements rigid and somewhat robotic.

Stepping inside himself the man put the empty pizza holder on the table and slipped out of his jacket, keeping hold of the spray bottle. “Stop, turn around.” He ordered and both girls did so in unison. “Are you two the only ones here?”

Serena and Rea answered together their voice empty of emotion. “Yes.”

The man had guessed as much when he had seen no cars in the driveway but it was always good to check. “When will people be getting home?”

Serena spoke alone, “After midnight at the earliest.” Rea hadn’t known that and so remained silent.

“Perfect,” The man looked at his prizes and licked his lips. “Strip and kneel, I am your Master and you will always obey with a ‘Yes Master’ understood?”

Once again the two girls spoke in unison, “yes master.” The two girls stripped with efficient movements and soon both were naked and on their knees. The Master looked them over with approval.

“Name and age.” He pointed first at the older girl.

“yes master, serena rodriquez, fifteen.”

“Now you.” He pointed at the younger one.

“yes master, rea kline, eight.”

Master looked their bodies over and liked what he saw, Serena's budding womanhood contrasted nicely with Rea's underdeveloped innocence. Pulling down his pants he released his half erect member into the air. “Suck my cock.” The two girls moved to obey, they couldn't resist, his formula had made them into his mindless obedient flesh-dolls.


Building 5

Mastema pushed once more against his centuries old bindings, the effort was draining what little energy reserves he had gathered but for the first time in almost three hundred years he felt a chance to escape was upon him. His seal lay within a book of prayers and as a lust daemon he had little chance to gather the energies that he needed; however, two weeks prior his old prayer book had been sold to a private collector and finally removed from hallowed ground.

He could sense little of his new location but he was surrounded by normal people, people with sinful drives that he could influence, feed off of, and grow.

Temperance had been feeling off for the past several days. Her body felt strange and she found her mind drifting off to wicked thoughts. Like the way Billy Jacobs had looked when he was swimming at the community pool last summer. She shivered though she was quite warm and tried once more to banish the thoughts from her mind. She knew her thoughts were sinful and had to be placed under control.

Unfortunately at eleven years old her body seemed to have turned against her. Her mother and father had taught her how to act as an upright and chaste young lady but all of her lessons on sin and the dangers of hellfire didn’t seem to matter when she lay in her bed at night. The caress of her pajamas on her body sent made her feel flush and warm and slightly damp between the legs. She had considered trying to sleep naked, but that would be even worse.

 She looked at the clock, it was past midnight and she still couldn’t sleep. Her body was too distracting. She had asked her best friend for help earlier that day but the advice she had been given had shocked her, ‘Just touch yourself, if you cum you’ll feel better.’ Wickedness, she was not some kind of harlot who would lose herself in the pleasures of the flesh, her parents had taught her sex was only appropriate after marriage and only then for procreation. So she tossed and turned and didn’t sleep.

Touch your breast, that isn’t so bad…

Temperance glanced around her room, she thought she had heard something like a soft whisper but the room was empty. She shook her head; she was just so tired, maybe if she just touched her breast, that wouldn’t be so bad, right? As her hands unbuttoned her pajama tops she rationalized, it was just to help her sleep, she wasn’t going to do anything that bad. As soon as her hand brushed against her right nipple, she knew she had been wrong. Her skin seemed incredibly oversensitive and even the first touch had sent a shock of pleasure down her spine and her tiny nipples had grown rock hard. She had to stop now before things got out of control.

It feels so good, you already started you might as well finish… as long as it’s just your breasts...

But she felt so good, even as a new kind of tension began to build up inside her she felt the stress she had been carrying in her for the past week drain away. She kept thinking she should stop but her hands didn’t want to listen and she didn’t really want them too. It felt amazing, caressing her rock hard nipples first gently then more firmly, on a whim she pinched one lightly and she had to bite her lip to prevent herself from crying out. She felt herself growing wet for the first time in her life and she tried to ignore it, as long as it was just her breasts, her fantastic sensual wonderful breasts, she wasn’t doing anything that wrong, she was almost sure.

Touch them, squeeze them, pinch them, faster, harder, pleasure building, overwhelming…

Temperance panted wildly as her hands moved across her chest as if they had a mind of their own. They seemed to know exactly what to do to drive her mad, she was biting her lips together so hard she could taste blood but she didn’t care; she didn’t want it to stop. Something was coming, something huge and indescribably and she wanted it so badly. Her hips began bucking wildly and as if reaching the top of a rollercoaster suddenly the world dropped out from under her and her mind was filled with pleasure and stars.

Mastema breathed in the young lust filling the house. He felt so much stronger now, not strong enough, not yet, but this girl with her repressed sexuality would be perfect fuel for his growth. He would guide her to higher and higher levels of lust and perversity and when he was finally strong enough to break free he would have his first disciple waiting for him.


Building 28

From the outside number twenty-eight looked like all of the other large pre-fab houses in the Juniper Lane housing complex. The only really notable thing that neighbors might comment on, if they were the nosy type, was that twenty-eight seemed to hold a lot of parties. Not that there were noise issues; the owners made sure of that, but that there were often strange cars parked in its driveway and the street nearby.

Out of one such car came Maxwell Norbit looking around shiftily, as if he expected to be ambushed any moment. The pass phrase he had given the security guard at the gate had worked as promised but now that he was in front of the fabled number twenty-eight he was having second thoughts. What if this was some sort of scam or a bust, maybe he should get back in his car and drive away, or maybe it was all real. Even as every urge told him otherwise he climbed the short flight of stairs to the main door and knocked following the instructions he had been given; three times, pause, four times, pause, twice rapidly, long pause, and once.

Maxwell stood on the front porch for what seemed like hours until he heard the lock turn. Holding his breath and expecting the worse he watched the door open wide. On the other side was a young girl smiling up at him; she couldn’t have been older than eight. She was dressed in a normal looking t-shirt and sweat pants. Before he could say anything she grabbed his hand and pulled him inside saying, “It’s so great to see you again Mr. Anthony! Come on in I’ll get Dad.” Maxwell was confused but allowed himself to be lead into a normal looking foyer. The girl slipped around behind him and he heard the door being closed and locked.

As soon as the lock clicked the girl spoke again, this time her voice sounded husky and dripped with sex, “Welcome to Club Twenty-Eight.” Max turned to see the girl peel her outfit off in one move, the clothing had been designed to break away. Beneath the innocent attire she wore a transparent shift that ended just under her navel and a garter belt holding up a pair of sheet white stockings. “I’m Kitty, it’s an honor to welcome a new customer, please follow me.” She stepped around him again and strutted towards a door at the end of a short hallway. Maxwell couldn’t take his eyes off of her; she was the perfect combination of innocent and slutty he followed her swaying ass down the hall.

Kitty pulled the door open and Maxwell was hit with a wave of sound, pulsing dance music filled the air and he saw that the façade of a normal home ended at this door. Walking inside he saw that much of the rest of the house had been hollowed out and transformed into a high class strip club. His eyes scanned the room moving from girl to girl some of them were dressed like Kitty serving drinks and giving lap dances, others were up on the three stages in various states of undress, stripping and grinding against poles. None of them could have been older then fifteen, the youngest one looked to be no more than seven. He felt like he had walked into his most perverted dream. Kitty grabbed his hand and pulled at him, “Don’t just stand there. I know you paid a lot to find this place; have a seat, enjoy a drink and the show or something more. I’ll be your personal server tonight, if you want ANYTHING… just ask.”

Finding a seat Maxwell watched the dancers and staff as if mesmerized. It had all been true; all the money he had spent had really been worth it. As he sipped his scotch and soda he noticed that all of the girls had the same faraway look in their eyes, as if they were only half aware of their surroundings or very focused on some thought. He wondered if it meant anything but then decided that he didn’t care. He waved his hand and Kitty was at his side, “How my I serve you?” That phrase alone made his already rock hard member twitch painfully inside his pants.

“Kitty, do you have… private rooms.” The girl smiled at him though her gaze remained far away. “Of course, right this way…”


Building 12

“OK Daddy!” Jamie heard the words as they popped out of her lips. Inside her mind was racing, no it was not OK, she was already fourteen, almost a woman, it was not appropriate for her to be naked around her father and it was especially fucked up for him to ask her to strip. She was about to tell him so when she realized that her hands were moving by themselves. She tried to scream, to stop, to do anything but it was like something else was in control of her body.

Her top came off first revealing her pert round breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra because despite being almost B cups they had no sag so she only wore her bra when she had to. Today she wished she hadn’t taken it off when she got home from school. Then her hands went to her waste and as she watched on in horror they undid her pants and hooked through her jeans and panties pushing them down off her legs together. Standing she stepped out of the pile of her clothing and felt her face stretch into a smile.

Her father looked her up and down and smiled himself although his was less kind. She was getting scared and it was only worse when she saw the look in her father’s eyes. Despite the lust on his face his eyes looked panicked as if an expression she was sure her own eyes mirrored.

Larry couldn’t believe this was happening he was standing before his naked daughter and despite the horror in his thoughts he could feel his cock hardening. He should never have denied that loan to the blind gypsy woman at the bank. He felt his mouth move and words came forth, “Good Girl, now bend over, Daddy’s going to fuck your ass…”


Building 8

A man sat staring at his computer screen, re-reading the words he had typed. He sighed heavily, “A Gypsy curse, seriously? You’re better than that.” He saved the story anyway. It wasn’t a lot but he hated to throw out his ideas in case he figured out a way to use them later. Still tonight had been a total bust. Some of the ideas had potential but nothing he could sink he teeth into for a full story.

Closing his laptop he moved to the sofa, put up his feet, and turned on the TV. It was getting late he’d just write something for The Domain another night.

The End…. for Now.

So when I had the idea for this story or series of stories it had three parts to it. The first was the idea of getting some of the ideas out of my head that didn’t have full stories around them; the second was to offer a framework for anyone who wanted to write loli MC flash fiction. The Housing Complex on Juniper Lane is a place where anything can happen especially with a creative but oblivious writer at the helm. The third was to offer up some story seeds. Anyone is welcome to use these flashes as part of or inspiration for new stories on the site, they don’t even have to be set on Juniper Lane.

I hope you enjoyed the tales and please send me some feedback at [email protected] I love comments but sadly I can’t read any posted to the new site for technical reasons.
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