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Paul's colleague, Geoff, told him he was taking his wife away for a
romantic weekend. He said he thought that now his eldest daughter, Cassie,
was a teenager, she was able to look after her little sister, Debbie. Paul
was not a risk taker. In the office he was perhaps the dullest, most
reliable man. But Paul was also a man who diligently plans ahead.

Geoff had a photograph of his lovely daughters, Cassie and Debbie on his
desk in the office. Paul had admired it greatly. Two little, blonde
poppets, all smiles and innocence and so very pretty. Just his type. He
had on a whim made soft clay pressings of Geoff's door keys. It was a
habit of his. Part of his fantasy make-up. Like the fact of learning the
routes home of several schoolgirls and working out the most secluded spots.
He didn't as a rule expect any of these discreet habits to come to
anything, but as Paul would always say, luck comes to the man who plans for
any eventuality, and on those rare occasions he would take full advantage.

Paul lived alone and socialised little. He has a lot of pent-up
anxieties and aggression about the smallness of his life. As a result he
has developed a rich fantasy life. He had a particular penchant for young
girls feet. You don't get to practise this fetish in keeping with the laws
and prejudices of our society, so his fantasies turned inward and got more
obsessional and dark over the years. As Cassie and Debbie were to find
out.

It was approaching one a.m. when Paul arrived at Geoff's semi-detached
suburban house. All the lights were out. He let himself in silently with
the copied keys. He had a rough-outline of the layout of the ground floor
from a visit about a year ago to drop of some papers for Geoff. He had at
the time given them to Geoff's then twelve-year old daughter, Cassie. She
had been scantily dressed and barefoot. She barely acknowledged Paul,
absorbed as she was with her mobile phone, but Paul had taken in
everything. The little prick-tease.

Paul crept up the side of the staircase on tip-toe, to avoid any
creaking floorboards. His heart was pounding. In the gloom, little
Debbie's room was easier to identify as she had My Little Pony stickers on
the door. He crept past what was obviously Geoff and his wife's bedroom
and in the murky darkness passed the bathroom. Finally there was just one
more room. Paul readied himself for any eventuality. This was the
dangerous moment - the girl could scream before he could get to her... but
his raging lusts were prepared to take that risk. Now or never he thought
as he cautiously turned the door handle and slid the door just wide enough
open to sneak inside. It did not make a sound. His eyes grew accustomed.
Cassie was asleep in bed. Paul got up close to her. He took a pillow and
put it down over her face, as she jerked he put his full weight on top of
her, pinned under the covers. There were muffled moans. Paul did not
budge for three, maybe four minutes until she was completely limp.

He switched on the bedside lamp and pulled back the duvet to admire her.
She was dressed in a nightie that in her pathetic struggles had rucked up
to reveal her little cunt with whisps of blonde pubic hair. Paul bent down
to lick her outer lips and pulled up her nightie to reveal her soft white
belly and the pink nipples on her under-developed pubescent chest. He
stoked her with his shaking fingers and flopped her over to look at her
naked butt cheeks. He pulled them apart and gave her lovely arsehole a
good, deep lick.

Then he lifted her legs to inspect her feet. They were warm and soft.
He put his tongue to the underside of her toes, then began to take each of
her dainty peds into his mouth, slurping and sucking on them on after the
other while looking at her dead, staring face frozen in bewilderment. This
is what Paul lived for. These perverse moments.

Paul moved Cassie's limp body around into several sexy positions, taking
photographs always with her bare feet prominent. It would have been good
to stick his cock in her mouth and cunt but he wanted to prolong his
excitement. He would be back for her.

He snuck down the hall back to little Debbie's room...

Quickly he put his hand over her mouth. Her eyes flung open. He was
pinned on top of her. He enjoyed the feeling of her squirming under him.
Paul told her to do exactly what he said or he would kill her. She nodded
in fear. He lied and told her that her sister was sleeping soundly next
door and if she didn't behave he would go in there too. This bought him a
few moments to relax and enjoy watching her fear. He told her what he
wanted her to do.

In frightened, trembling agreement Debbie rolled her onto her tummy and
stared fixedly at the wall, sobbing. And so, clutching her delicate ankles
in his hands Paul licked the soles of her eight-year-old feet all the way
up to the toes and gently, tantalizingly began to cram all of her heavenly,
little candy toes into his mouth. His tongue slid between each of her ten
succulent tootsies and perched directly behind the girl began to slowly run
his fingers up and down the length of his shaft. He adjusted her nightie
so he could look at her creamy, young bottom at the same time.

She began to sob so Paul went to his plastic bag and took out the black
tape. First he taped her mouth, then cuffed her hands behind her back.
Then he tied her ankles with some restraints so she was completely
helpless. He carried her little bound body into her Mum and Dad's bed.
Then went out and returned with Cassie's floppy, dead body which he placed
on the bed next to Debbie. Debbie tried to scream through her gag but
there was only a feint muffled noise.

Paul laid them so their heads were next to each other on the pillow. So
pretty. He knelt astride them so he could stroke Cassie's face with his
cock while he watched Debbie's look of tortured horror at the same time.
He fucked Cassie's mouth slowly while caressing her little sister's blonde
hair. Finally he knew he was going to come really soon. Okay sweetheart,
Paul smiled. He put the plastic bag over Debbie's head and secured it with
tape. Then he went to the bottom of the bed and held her feet by the ankle
so her pretty little arches were around the shaft of his cock. As little
Debbie suffocated her bucking, writhing feet went wildly around his cock,
he held them firmly by the ankles and as he felt her dying he spunked hot
wads of cum all over her rubbery, little soles.

Paul had a lot more fun that weekend with their sexy dead bodies but
that is a whole other story.