“You will do this,” the Lieutenant said with some finality. “Now, go…go do this.”
I stood up to leave and knew at that moment that I no longer had a real choice in the matter. I never really had a choice once I entered the Lieutenant’s office. I made my way back out through the store and into the sunlight of the day. The toughs were gathered around a car listening to the radio and smoking. I hurried past them to avoid another confrontation. Making my way a few streets down I looked over the gun once more before slipping it into my waistband. The baggy shirt and coat I wore easily concealed it from view. Following the fat man’s advice I worked my way south several miles before turning east and coming back north. To anyone watching, it would appear as if I was coming from the highway. Hopefully this would fool them to thinking I was just another lost kid.
It was late afternoon by the time I made it to the street where the baker was working. I had already spotted several people watching from windows, but no one paid me much mind here. I strode around and looked through a few trashcans in search for food. I was trying to blend in, but I was also hungry and cold. An hour after first appearing I made my way to a trashcan fire to get warm, but was quickly chased away by some homeless, foul smelling men.
As darkness fell I huddled by the front steps of the row house where the baker worked. It was detached from the others and I hoped to find a way in after dark. As I leaned against the stone steps, the rotting cover I was up against splintered from my weight. I looked around to see if anyone was drawn to the noise. Curiously I pulled back the dilapidated boards and could peer into a crawl space beneath the steps and into the basement. My heart jumped at my good fortune and I lost no time in crawling into the space. I pulled the boards back the best I could before jumping down into the basement. It was cold, dark area but I could sense I was surrounded my junk I couldn’t see. I walked towards the stairs that led to the main floor and then around for a place to hide. In the thin light of a match I noted some large barrels that I could squeeze behind. As the match burned down I took a look at my watch. It was seven now, with any luck in four or five hours the man would be sleeping and I could do it then. I huddled down to wait; cold, scared and tired.
Sometime later my head jerked up. I blinked a few times. I had fallen asleep and adrenaline surged through me. Had I messed up? Was it morning? Staying perfectly still to listen I heard the doorknob at the top of the stairs turn. The door creaked open and a splashed of light washed over the room. Someone heavy was walking down the stairs and trying not to make noise which I found odd. As the person got to the final few rungs I could make out dark hair around a balding head, thick gut but strong arms and legs. I knew this to be my target. It was the baker. Staying hidden I watched the man cross to a bench on the far side of the room. Reaching into his pocket he pulled something out and set it down on the table. Next I heard the faint sound of a zipper and watched in udder confusion as the man dropped his pants to the floor. I almost laughed as he reached forward and started to masturbate.
Something told me that this was my opportunity. I gently eased myself from behind the barrels and pulled the gun from my waistband. I wasn’t sure I could look at the guy if he turned around so I aimed at his back. Closing my eyes I pulled the trigger. The gun made more sound that I thought it would, like a loud clap as it bucked in my hands. Instantly the baker fell to the ground with a muffled thud. The dirt floor ensured that his fall was mostly silent. I didn’t check if he was dead. He wasn’t moving and made no sound so I just assumed that he was.
“Dad? Dad!,” I heard a girl yell, followed by the pounding of feet on stairs.
I whirled around but she flew right past me as if she hadn’t seen me at all. She went to his side to check on him. I watched for a few seconds as she shook him and called his name. She stood and seemed poised to go back upstairs when she froze. She had finally seen me. We stared at each other for a few seconds before I thought to bring the gun up.
“Please…no,” she whispered in a soft, pleading voice. I didn’t know what to do. I hadn’t been told to kill anyone else, much less a young woman. She was tall and thin. She had blonde hair that fell past her shoulders and had a sad, desperate look in her eyes. I decided not to kill her, but I had to tie her up or something. Looking around I spotted some twine.
“Just do as I say and I promise I won’t hurt you. I gotta tie you up, but you’ll be fine,” I hissed. She nodded and stayed still.
I directed her to lie on the floor with her hands behind her back and feet together. Working quickly I bound her wrists, feet and put a gag on her at the last minute. I was huffing from the excitement and quick work.
“Okay, I’m just gonna get some food and then I’ll be gone. Someone will find you in the morning.”
I went up the stairs carefully and peered down the hall. The doorway directly in front of me led to the kitchen and I crossed into it quickly. Grabbing a bag from a small table I began to put bread into it along with a few cans of vegetables. Suddenly I froze in place. A sound from down the hall caused me to turn slowly. I put the bag down on the table and kept the gun in front of me. Walking on my tiptoes I passed an empty living room and came to a door half closed. I pushed it open to reveal a bedroom. In the little light that came in through a window I could see a woman lying in bed.
“Carl is that you?” she asked as she sat up.
Realizing it wasn’t Carl she opened her mouth to scream, but it was cut off by the look of the pistol I held a few feet from her face.
“If you wanna live, then shut up. I just want some food.”
I crossed over to the right side of the bed and grabbed a scarf that was hanging behind the door. I instructed her to put her hand on the bedpost and I tied it there. Working quickly I used another scarf, belt and tie to lash her to the bed. I asked if anyone else was home, but she shook her head no. I was about to leave when I though to gag her, too. I couldn’t find anything at first, but took some pleasure in opening a drawer to find a few pair of panties. Taking one out I shoved it into her mouth. That one act changed me forever.
I had already killed, or so I thought, but now as I reached across the bed the covers fell off of her. In the waning moonlight I caught sight of the woman’s bare chest. She was sleeping nude, or at least topless. I had never seen such large tits before. The woman wasn’t small by any means. She weighed well over two-hundred, and had those massive tits. I stared at those twin mounds of flesh for a long time. I finally blinked and came back to reality and realized that my cock was hard from the sight. I wonder if she was completely naked? I had to find out.
I pulled the sheet down the rest of her body. Her flesh was bare to the world. Her stomach had rolls of fat and her thighs were thick, but they couldn’t hide the thick bush of black hair at the top of her legs. My cock grew even harder at the sight of this woman, tied to the bed and nude before me. I could do whatever I wanted to her. I could do whatever I wanted! The thought kept repeating in my head until I was virtually shouting it on the inside.