Dear Readers,

The following is a lemon which basically means that if you’re under eighteen or this material is illegal in your area or offensive to you personally- PAWS OFF! It can’t get much simpler than that.

 

Thanks,

      Notorious

 

Self-Reliance

(Kari/Isis Cain)

[PEDO]

-Notorious

 

            “Look Kari,” Mrs. Kamiya sighed irritably. “Contrary to what your brother thinks: money does not grow on trees.”

            Kari frowned. It was pretty early in the afternoon, and she was standing behind her mother, who had her back turned to the little girl as she continued to chop celery for dinner.

“But mom,” Kari spoke in a pleading voice. “I really, really want that locket!”

Mrs. Kamiya was adamant.

“Your birthday was just last week Kari,” she said dully. “And we got you that ten-speed bike that you begged your father and I for. Your father works two jobs and does little chores for people in the terrace so that we have food on our table and a roof over our head – everyday is not Christmas.”

“But moooom,” Kari whined. She usually wasn’t like this, but the bracelet that she’s seen her friend wearing the other day had made her jealous for the first time in her life. She wanted to one-up her. “I never ask for anything! If you use triple coupons it’ll only cost-”

Kari’s mother’s head turned around looking irritated.

“I said no Kari,” she sighed. “That’s the end of it. You won’t always be able to depend on your father and I to shower you in yen all of the time. Now, you can get a job as a bag-girl at the market or something. Learn to be self-reliant young lady – go make money instead of spending it all of the time.”

And that was that.

Far too angry to stay in the house with her mother, Kari vaguely announced that she was going for a walk, and left the terrace before her mother could say anything. She felt guilty for pressuring her mother for money like that, and needed to get some fresh air to cool off.

“What’s wrong with me?” she muttered to herself as she idly strode down the street dressed in her usual yellow shirt, pink shorts, and a pink jacket. “I’m not usually like this ...”

As she made it around the corner, a little birdy reminded her exactly why she was acting so needy today. It was that Terra Sansoon girl that had just moved in across the street – in a huge expensive house no less! She was a very nice girl, and had invited her to her birthday party which was a week from now, but her family had money. A lot of money. She knew deep in her heart that Terra wasn’t trying to be flashy, but she still was if only unintentionally.

“My mom says its fourteen karat gold,” Terra had said brightly during last night’s sleepover. She was showing everyone a bracelet that her mother had gotten for her – a shiny gold one encrusted with jewels and a Latin inscription. “She said that when she saw it in the window it reminded her of me, and she went right in and bought it.”

“Right there?” Kari had said, gaping in disbelief. “Right on the spot?”

Terra nodded.

“Yep,” she said nodding. “She does stuff like that all of the time. Doesn’t Mrs. Kamiya do nice things for you like that when she thinks about you?”

Kari forced a laugh and a smile, and then pretended to go asleep. She was wide awake, however, listening to the other girls obsess over the bracelet.

Something twisted deep inside of Kari’s eight year old heart, and for the first time she felt a new emotion.

Envy.

Now, with the big birthday party looming, Kari was faced with a dilemma. Would she just accept the fact that the Sansoons were richer than the Kamiyas, or would she have to prove the opposite – even though that wasn’t true.

“Well,” she sighed. “Mom isn’t going to help me, and Tai spends all of his money on McDonald’s food and video games ... guess I’ll just have to be ‘self-reliant’ like mommy said. How hard can it be to make twenty-eight thousand yen?”

She chuckled to herself nervously in a way that meant this was far from funny.

All the while she had been thinking to herself, she hadn’t noticed where she was walking and found herself in a small narrow residential street that looked like an atomic bomb had hit it This shocked her, but not as much as when a male voice suddenly began to whisper in her ear while grabbing her around her small pre-adolescent waist.

“I got a way for you to make twenty-eight thousand yen,” the stranger, who had breath that smelled of salmon and rotten eggs. “I got a way for you to make that money real quick.”

She opened her mouth to scream instinctively, but the smelly man covered her mouth quickly with a scarred calloused tan hand that was missing two fingers. Kari’s eyes doubled in size as she gave a terrified but muffled squeal, but to no avail.

“Keep quiet little girl,” the stranger breathed. “Or else I’ll SHUT you up with my good friend Mr. Stabs. Either way, I’m going to fuck you...”

Kari being only eight years old had no idea what the man meant by “fuck you,” but she had a strong suspicion that it wasn’t a very good thing. She tried with all of her strength to get away from the man, but he had her in his grip. She began to emit more muffled cries for help and kicked the man’s ankles with her little feet, but she might as well have been trying to knock out a grizzly bear with a toy mallet. She began to loose hope, and felt some oblong object poking her bottom through the man’s pants, and she was even more frightened. She had a feeling that the man was getting some kind of sick and twisted pleasure from her helplessness and anguish.

“Heh heh,” the man chuckled. “Feisty little bitch, ain’t we? Oh well – I like ‘em rough...”

Kari’s fear was at a culmination, and she began to struggle more fervently than ever trying desperate to get away from this man who wanted to “fuck” her. She felt as if all hope was lost when suddenly she and the man suddenly fell over after being tackled by yet another man. Upon hitting the ground the man howled in anguish and when Kari turned to look at the stranger for the first time she saw that he was a chubby middle-aged Filipino man dressed in raggedy clothing. Furthermore, the man’s pants were strangely distorted by what looked like a mini-teepee in the crotch area – and when he had fallen over he had landed on him. Apparently, this was causing the man great pain because he was in tears.

“Are you already mister?” Kari said, her usual innocent sympathetic nature kicking in – despite the fact that the man had just tried to “fuck” her (whatever that meant.) “You look hurt?”

A hand suddenly touched Kari’s shoulder and she jumped. She turned to see a fairly tall and handsome young Japanese man dressed in a suit and tie. He looked like some kind of business executive.

“He’ll be fine little girl,” the man said quietly staring at the howling man. He had on sleek looking glasses with thin frames and long black hair tied back into a ponytail. He then turned to Kari who was pale in the face. “Are you okay?”

Kari nodded dumbly still unable to stop glancing occasionally at the man on the ground. The man with the ponytail must have tackled him or something.

“I’ll be fine,” Kari said in a quiet little voice. “Um ... thanks for saving me Mister...?”

“Cain,” the man said with a very handsome smile. “Isis Cain. I work for Sovereign Enterprises ... I was passing by this street in my car while on the way to work when I saw that man touching you.”

The man continued to smile before finally taking his hand off of Kari’s shoulder.

“Oh, and you’re welcome,” he added brightly. “Glad I could be of assistance young lady. What’s your name little girl?”

“Kari Kamiya,” Kari said still feeling awkward. “Um ... Mr. Cain ... what was that man about to do to me? He said he was going to ‘fuck’ me, but I don’t know what that means...”

The man frowned and glanced at the man who was still screaming in agony.

“Um ... Mrs. Kamiya, you should ask your mom and dad about that,” he said biting his lip. “Um ... where are your parents, anyway?”

Kari told Mr. Cain where she lived and the man nodded towards his car – it was a white stretch limo.

“Well,” he said brightly. “I can give you a ride back to your house if you want. You probably shouldn’t be walking around in this neighborhood – especially with a cute face like that.”

Kari blushed as the man smiled, agreed, and so they walked back to the man’s limo leaving the would-be rapist sprawled on the ground screaming obscenities.

The inside of the limo was immense. Kari could not remember ever being in such a spacious card in her life. She sat across from Mr. Cain twiddling her thumbs while the limo swung around the corner. She noticed that the dark window that separated the passenger section of the car from the driver’s was closed, and that all of the windows shared the same dark hue. Although she could see outside while the limo drove through the streets, she had a feeling that people on the outside couldn’t see in.

“We’re taking the long way around,” Mr. Cain sighed brushing a stray strand of hair out of his eyes. Kari noticed that the man was quite handsome, and her cheeks became rosy with embarrassment over her newfound crush. “We don’t want to run into our little friend again.”

He looked at Kari who looked quite anxious and tense and smiled warmly.

“Relax Mrs. Kamiya,” he said winking. “Everything is going to be alright. Would you like something to drink? Some water or juice...?”

Kari shook her head.

“I’m not thirsty,” she croaked noticing her throat was quite dry. “Thank you anyway.”

Isis looked at Kari strangely wondering why she was so apprehensive. He felt bad for the girl – she had almost been raped and she didn’t even know what sex was, or that she had almost been a few seconds away from learning first-hand unwillingly.

“What were you doing down here anyway?” Mr. Cain queried. “This isn’t really a good neighborhood for pedestrians. You don’t live that far away – you should know that.”

Kari blinked still quite uneasy and tense. For the first time in ten minutes she remember why she had been walking in the first place.

“I had a fight with my mom,” she said frowning. “I decided to take a walk to calm down. I usually don’t get into arguments with anybody – they upset me.”

Isis nodded with understanding.

“I was thinking about this locket that I wanted to buy,” she said as the memories continued to return to her. “And I wandered off without knowing it. Then that man grabbed me.”

She sighed relaxing a little. Talking to Mr. Cain made her feel better for some reason.

“Sir, what does it mean to ‘fuck?’” Kari asked again hoping that he would answer her. “Because that man said he was going to do it to me. Whatever it is.”

Mr. Cain blushed and cleared his throat. He was going to tell her to ask her mother as he had before, but he stopped. This girl had just been through a lot, and was probably upset and scared because she didn’t know what had almost happened to her. He felt that she was entitled to know that. After all that she had just gone through, she was owed that at least.

“Well Mrs. Kamiya,” he said with a sigh feeling really uncomfortable about telling this to a little girl. “When a boy and a girl really like each other they have what is called ‘sex.’ The boy sticks his penis into the girl’s vagina over and over again until he reaches an orgasm. Another – much more crude - synonym for sex is ‘fucking.’”

“Oh,” Kari said nodding in understanding. Then a perplexed expression overtook her face. “What’s a penis?”

Mr. Cain’s eyebrows shot up. This girl really didn’t know anything.

“Um...” he stammered being caught off guard. “It’s a ... um ... reproductive organ. It’s what boy’s pee out of.”

            “Oh,” Kari said again. “Can I see yours Mr. Cain?”

            Isis went pale and was unable to speak.

            “I’ve never seen one before,” Kari said in a sweet innocent voice. “And I want to know what it looks like.”

            “No!” Mr. Cain uttered finally able to regain control of his mouth. “No, you can’t!”

            Kari looked sad and hurt by Mr. Cain’s unintentionally exclamation and her bottom lip quivered.

            “Did I say something wrong Mr. Cain?” she choked. “I didn’t mean to say anything bad...”

            Mr. Cain sighed and mentally cursed himself for upsetting the girl.

            “No,” Mr. Cain said. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just that um ... you’re not supposed to show people your ... things. Besides, I could get into a lot of trouble for exposing myself to a ... how old did you say you were again?”

            “Eight,” Kari whispered still looking quite crestfallen. “I’ll be nine in a few weeks...”

            Isis gulped.

            “Right,” he said hoarsely. “I could get into a lot of trouble for exposing myself to an eight year old little girl. I could go to jail. You see Kari, adults like myself and the man who tried to um...”

            “’Fuck’ me?” Kari said helpfully making Isis recoil slightly by her language.

            “Um .. .yes,” he said chuckling out of nervousness. He knew that he should have told her that ‘fuck’ wasn’t a very nice word to use – even when describing copulation, but he had a feeling that if he confused her by giving it another name, he’d have to answer more questions – it was better that she used what she understood, he supposed. “That man who tried to er... fuck you ... that’s something that we call a pedophile. Pedophiles suffer from a sort of mental disorder called pedophilia in which they have a ... desire to ‘fuck’ little girls and boys your age. That man is also called a rapist. A rapist is someone who forces someone to have sex-”

            “To ‘fuck?’” Kari interrupted again trying to make sure she had the denotations correct. Isis blushed again.

            “Well yes, to fuck. A rapist is someone who forces someone to fuck against their will. The majority of pedophiles and rapists are male.”

            Kari didn’t understand.

            “Why do people want to ‘fuck’ so much anyway?” she asked. Her innocent voice speaking such obscene words and asking such lewd questions was really making Isis uncomfortable, but he knew that he couldn’t stop now.

            “Because it feels good,” he admitted with a sigh. “Sex feels good.”

            Kari tilted her head sideways in confusion.

            “So it makes people feel good?” she asked. “Exactly ... how good?”

            “Um ... very,” Mr. Cain said shrugging. “Probably the most intense physical pleasure that a human being can feel. A lot of people strictly share this with their wives and husbands, but some people like that man back there are addicted to it, and it excites them to do things like raping someone or having sex with little girls. Sometimes, doing things out of the ordinary like that makes the feelings more intense.”

            Kari nodded as she finally understood.

            “Now I understand,” she said slowly. “That man wanted to ‘fuck’ me so that he would feel good...”

            Isis breathed for the first time in ages relieved that he wouldn’t have to answer anymore questions. She understood.

            “...but if it was going to make him feel good,” Kari continued. “Then I wouldn’t mind doing it. I like making people happy.”

            Kari smiled the cutest smile that Isis had ever seen in his life. He was speechless. This cute little girl had just said that she didn’t mind having sex with a rapist.

“Besides, that man was going to pay me,” she said. “And I really want to buy that locket before-”

“Wait a minute Mrs. Kamiya,” Isis spoke in a concerned voice. “You can’t just go around having sex with people just because it makes them happy.”

“Why not?” Kari asked.

“Because it’s immoral,” he sighed. “And especially when you do it for money. That’s called prostitution and it’s illegal. So is pedophilia, and so is rape. All of this is illegal, and people could get into serious trouble for participating in-”

“Why is it illegal?” Kari asked giving Mr. Cain a sideway look. “If it makes people happy, then what’s the problem? Why would the government want to make people unhappy? That doesn’t make any sense.”

For the thousandth time, Isis sighed and rubbed his brow.

“It’s complicated,” he said simply. He didn’t want to get into it. “You’ll understand someday when you’re older.”

The limo finally pulled up to Kari’s house and came to a halt.

“Well, there’s your house,” Mr. Cain said glancing out of the window. “You should probably go. You’re mother is probably worried about you and I have a meeting that I have to prepare for-“

“Teach me how to fuck,” Kari blurted out suddenly causing Isis to choke on his own spit. “Please?”

If Isis had been feeling uncomfortable before, he certainly felt exponentially more so now. This little girl was asking him to have sex with her.

“I can’t do that Mrs. Kamiya,” he croaked. “It’s just not right.”

“Why not?” Kari asked with a shrug. “If it makes you feel good, then that’s all that matters. I want to make you happy – and besides, I should pay you back for saving me.”

Isis’s penis began to stir in his pants and suddenly a conflict began between his brain and his member.

“Don’t you like little girls?” Kari asked sweetly with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes. “Hmmm?”

“Um...” Isis stammered again. He admittedly was a recovering pedophile – although he just looked at pornography and never actually committed sexual acts with a child. He’s quit the habit, though, but that didn’t mean that the thoughts didn’t still linger. “Um ...”

Kari looked down at the crotch of Mr. Cain’s suit. It had formed a small tent-shape, just like the rapists’. Before he could say anything, Kari dropped to her knees, waddled over to Mr. Cain and touched his semi-flaccid member through the thin material of his suit.

“No,” he whispered to himself. “I can’t do this ... all those visits to Dr. Strong can’t go to waste now... I’m not like his anymore...”

Kari took no notice of his rambling and just continued to feel her hero’s manhood through his pants trying to get a mental image of what it might look like underneath.

“Can I see it?” she asked looking up at Mr. Cain pleadingly. She really wanted to learn about ‘fucking.’ “Pleeeeaaaassseee?”

            It was times like these when one had to take a moment and look at the situation from a third-party perspective. From the outside looking in, Isis Cain, saw an eight year old little girl fondling a young adult’s penis in the backseat of a spacious limo. The doors were locked, the windows were tinted, and the driver couldn’t hear a thing thanks to the soundproofing.

            “It was too perfect,” he thought to himself irritably. “This could all be a trap. I’m due for a promotion – it could be one of my fellow workers trying to set me up so that my reputation would be ruined. Yeah, that’s it. I bet this little girl has a camera on her right now ...”

            As if God himself were listening to his words, his theory was instantly proven false when Kari suddenly stood up and took off her jacket.

Then her shirt.

Then her shorts.

            Now Kari was back on her knees playing with Mr. Cain once again nearly nude. All that remained on her fair skin was her pink cotton panties and her training bra. Unless she had a very, very small camera on her bra, or had a very small wire or micro-recorder hidden in her underwear, it was quite evident that the little girl wasn’t bugged. This was for real.

            “Holy shit!” Mr. Cain thought to himself in surprise. He’d never actually been in this situation before, and all of his pricy rehabilitation suddenly was in question. This wasn’t like the movies and pictures Isis had seen when he was involved in kiddie porn rings, the stuff that he’d seen in those graphical representations was actually being done to him. It was almost too perfect, and his brain suddenly began to buzz with the possibilities. There was no camera, this little girl didn’t even know who he was, and the limo windows were tinted. He could actually get away with-

            “Sir,” came the voice of the British driver over the intercom. “We’ve arrived at the girl’s house. Her mother is probably awaiting her arrival.”

            The sensible part of Isis suddenly took over and he blinked before picking up Kari and placing her on her feet again. She looked disappointed at the fact that he was holding her there so that she couldn’t fall back to her knees.

            “Right,” he muttered. “Her mother...”

            He looked at Kari who was eyeing his crotch. He was sure that if he had let her go she’d go right at his aroused manhood again.

            “You’d better go,” Mr. Cain said softly but sincerely. “Or else we’ll both be in a lot of trouble.”

            But Kari, quite determined to figure this whole “fucking” thing out struggled to get free of Mr. Cain’s light grip only succeeding to accidentally unhook her flimsy training bra and it fell to the floor revealing her young flat breasts. This took Mr. Cain by surprise so much that he let go of her with a gasp and Kari took the opportunity to get back to her knees once again, this time unzipping and unbuttoning his pants rather quickly. She began to tug at his dress pants but couldn’t since he was sitting down, and so she looked at him with pleading eyes.

            Isis suddenly realized he didn’t have the will to get out of this. He reached over to the intercom button.

            “Take us for a drive around the block,” he said simply. “Take the long way and don’t make haste.”

            “Very good sir,” the driver said and hung up the intercom.

            “Yeah,” he whispered to himself. “Very good indeed.”

            And he lifted his bottom up so that Kari could pull his slacks and boxers off. Kari gave a squeal of joy as she laid eyes upon the first penis she’d seen her entire life. It was nothing like she had expected. She gripped the oblong rod and began to rub it to feel its curiously smooth texture and Mr. Cain threw his head back with a groan.

            “Are you okay Mr. Cain?” Kari asked innocently not knowing that it had been a cry of pleasure. “I didn’t mean to hurt you...”

            But Mr. Cain interrupted her by shaking his head with wide bewildered eyes.

            “No,” he gasped breathing heavily. “Don’t stop. It feels good. Grip it from the bottom with your hand like an ice cream cone... then begin to move your hand up and down without taking your hand off.”

            Kari was confused not knowing the physics of a penis and didn’t know how she could stroke it without moving her hand. She shrugged and tried it anyway.

            “Wow,” she gasped as she noted that the skin of the shaft moved even if whatever was inside didn’t. “That’s so cool!”

            Amused by the novelty of the now hard organ, Kari began to stroke it harder and faster with earnest giggling all the while like a kid who had just gotten a new toy to play with – which in many ways was what Mr. Cain’s penis had become. He was lying back against the leather car seat in complete bliss. He head was swimming, and all thoughts on the immorality of the ordeal had completely flown out of his mind as Kari continued to stroke his hardness completely unaware of the fact that she was utilizing an actual masturbation motion.

            She suddenly remembered Mr. Cain comparing his penis to an ice cream cone, and found herself wondering what a penis tasted like. Being only eight years old, she was still in a phase where she would put almost anything into her mouth, so she found no real problem with licking the smooth surface of the penis head while she stroked it and giggled at the taste and texture. For Mr. Cain, however, this was enough to push him over the edge and he sighed deeply as the power of his orgasm washed over him right before he began spewing his creamy seed on poor little Kari Kamiya. Pasty streaks of his semen stained her short brown hair, her little chin, her blank breasts, and some got in her eye as well.

            “Eeeewwww,” Kari said recoiling and staring at some of the white cream that she had wiped off of her face. “What is this?”

            Mr. Cain was still trying to come down from his climax and didn’t really notice a disgusted and semen-spalttered Kari Kamiya staring at the foreign substance that had erupted from Mr. Cain. After a few seconds, however, he suddenly snapped back into reality and knew that he had to have this girl. Now.

            “It’s cum,” he explained hastily still thoroughly out of breath. “Or semen. Whenever someone is feeling sexual pleasure and it reaches a culmination, they have one big jolt of sexual pleasure. In a man’s case, they shoot out semen. When semen gets inside of a girl, it makes a baby.”

            Kari’s eyes widened for a second, and then with a gaping mouth she gazed at the translucent liquid.

            “Life...” she whispered. “This is ... life...?”

            Isis didn’t really know what she was talking about but really wanted to continue his experimentation with her so he nodded.

            “Um yeah,” he mumbled. “Now, do you want to try something new? It’s a game called ‘intercourse.’ Do you want to play?”

            Kari forgot about the goo on her and nodded with a smile anxious to play another ‘game.’

            “Sure! Sure!” she exclaimed clapping. “I wanna play! I wanna play!”

Isis smirked as his soon-to-be-reality fantasies of Kari danced in his mind causing his privates to begin to stand at attention once again. Not full attention, but it was solid enough for the job at hand.

“Okay,” he said smiling broadly. “To play this game... you sit on my lap... my di- er... ‘thingy’ will go into your ‘thingy’-”

“Your dick into my pussy?” Kari said. She was young, but not stupid. “At least that’s what my brother, Tai, calls them when he’s on the phone with his friend.”

Mr. Cain cleared his throat loudly in surprise. This girl didn’t cease to amaze him.

“Um, yeah,” he said chuckling nervously. “Now... it’s going to hurt for a few seconds-”

Kari cringed.

“-but then it’ll feel really, really good,” he added quickly before she could protest. “For the both of us. I promise.”

He cast eyes upon Kari hopefully.

“Well....” Kari said thinking about it briefly. “...okay!”

And before Mr. Cain could even get a condom from his inside pocket (he always carried one just in case) Kari jumped up and hopped onto Mr. Cain’s lap. Then, slowly, she began to squirm back onto Isis’s waiting erection, her warm viselike womanhood gripping Isis tightly.

“Ugh,” Mr. Cain uttered, and knowing that he needed to make this as quick and painless as possible he made sure Kari’s privates were lubricated properly before grabbing he shoulders and pushing her down on his manhood with as much force as he could muster. “UGH!”

Kari opened her mouth but was in so much pain that her vocal cords were unable to produce a sound. Isis didn’t let this detour him as he continued to push Kari down and push his own hips upwards until his six inch penis burst through the cell membrane that Kari would find out years later was her virginity and he suddenly “fell through.” Before he knew how it had happened, his erection was buried up to the hilt in Kari’s body.

For a brief second, it was as if Isis had become immersed in some kind of heavenly radiation because every cell on his body seemed to suddenly came to life and emanate absolute pleasure. For a brief second, he wasn’t in the back seat of a limo with an eight year old little girl, but he was on the edge of heaven’s gates themselves reaching for the light...

For that brief second.

Without really knowing how long he had impaled Kari on himself, he was orgasming once again spraying thick copious jets of his sperm-filled cream into Kari’s womb. The feel of the foreign liquid splattering in Kari’s special place triggered something in her body that had never been triggered before and she arched her back suddenly feeling the tsunami that was her first ever orgasm overtake her and electrify her. She tried to open her mouth to scream, or gasp, or at least ask what this incomprehensible feeling was, but the only thing that would come from her was a deep animalistic groan with unknown origins.

After a few seconds the feeling left her body and she fell onto Isis Cain’s heaving chest breathing heavily and shuddering.

For a long time, neither of them said anything – they just let the realization of what had just happened seep into their minds...

 

* * *

 

            Mrs. Kamiya wiped the sweat from her brow as she put her freshly made meatloaf on the counter.

            “Good grief,” she said looking at the brown mass of meat. “From now on, I’m ordering take-out... I’m getting too old for this...”

            Just as she went to get a knife to cut the meat into slices, the door opened and Kari walked in wearing a brand new golden locket.

            “Hi mom,” Kari said nonchalantly as she walked towards her room. “Dinner smells great... as usual!”

            And without saying another word she and her expensive jewelry retreated into the bedroom and closed the door leaving Mrs. Kamiya dumbfounded and staring at the closed door, the knife still in her hand.

            “What the-”

 

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-Noto