[E] I thought Zombies would Freeze?! [Thanatos]

Jingle and cheer, green and red, and fat men seemed to be everywhere. How a country could become so swept up in a single commercial holiday was beyond her. So she decided to be the Grinch. Sitting slumped over she rolled a fresh cigarette between her fingers, the product of various poisons weaving in and out of digits with an uncanny smoothness. Looking up she eyed the flight directory board with disdain. She was on her way to Russia, but now she was stuck in this city, as her plane experienced some technical difficulties.

It had been hours since she had landed, and the harsh plastic of the provided seating was killing her ass. Not to mention it was a little too hot in the building, which had prompted her to take off her brown, leather pilot’s jacket. This left her in a form-fitting tank, a pair of red lips brazen across the white material. Absent mindedly, the fingers attached to her free hand drummed against one of her exposed knees. Her jean skirt may not have been the best thing to wear in cold weather, but it was comfortable and she could take the cold. Planted firmly and apart, were her stylish boots, black in color and ending just above the ankle.

Anyone standing at the right place or sitting across from her could see her panda-print panties, but she could not care less. At this point she cared about very little. Her ass hurt, she was starting to sweat and someone around her was sweating much more. The stench of this person caused her to wiggle her nose every now and then. Why were Americans always so fat and dirty? Were they so high and mighty that they strove to do nothing else but gorge on unhealthy food and sit in front of the television?

Pocketing the cigarette, she ran a hand through her brown locks, which sat close to her head and hugged her face before ending just before her shoulders. Scratching lightly she shifted on the ungodly plastic and crossed her legs, ending the peepshow that she was sure someone was enjoying. Looking at the clock she took note that it was still only noon, which meant she would most likely get to Russia in the early hours of the morning.

Distracting her from this fact was a large man in a red outfit. He laughed with a voice too deep to be genuine and nosily rang a little bell. He had not been there seconds before, which gave her the feeling he would be there until late at night. Looking around she hoped for some escape, but found none. Behind here were another three rows of chairs, the closest set up directly behind her sow she sat back to back with who knows who. The remaining two was set up in a similar fashion. Just behind the chairs was the large window that spanned the length of the room. It curved up and also formed the ceiling, where it ended at the opposite wall, where the service counters and the flight schedule boards were. Another four rows of seats separated her, the service counters and the jolly man with the bell. There was no escape.

[ Boring, but that's what I was shooting for. ]

[ Hmm… I still have a ways to go to reach your level of role-playing. ]

A child this adorable was hard to miss. Of all the children, whose heads of messy hair bobbed in and out of her vision, this one seemed to stick. Unlike the others, she was well groomed and held a certain innocence that melded well with her mature demeanor. To top the cake, she even got the jolly man to stop ringing that bell constantly. Apparently the proper and reserved conduct in which she spoke to him was too much for his little brain to handle. Or so the grumpy woman assumed.

Like a cat eyeing prey, this Elena Boronina watched the young girl. She began to wonder why the girl was here and seemingly alone. This seemed to ring an alarm in her mind, as she questioned just why nobody seemed to care that a little girl was wondering an airport all by herself. Perhaps she should make it her duty to question the girl, to find out just what was going on. Though before she could call out to the young girl, she had already taken a seat in her row, vanishing between the people now between them.

The indifferent response of the couple beside her told her that the girl was not their child. Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, she got another whiff at the smelly man. Almost as if it was a reflex, her lip upturned in disgust and she groaned. Elena could not take it anymore and she had to use the bathroom anyway. Standing she slipped on her jacket and hurried by the couple and the girl. A Zippo lighter fell from her jacket in her haste, the hunk of metal landing with a clank and sliding to the girl’s feet.

Once inside the bathroom she checked each stall, as she wanted the cleanest of them. Satisfied with the very last one she entered, closed the door and dropped her skirt and panties. Sitting down she waited patently for the yellow river to flow, but like usual, it refused. Accustomed to this routine, she ran a single finger though her thick, but well maintained pubic bush. Elena always had problems going to bathroom in public places.

Elena considered giving up; maybe she should just wait until she was about to wet herself. At least then it’ll come out quickly. Just as she was to stand, the creaking of the heavy door alerted her to another presence. Plopping back down she gave a sigh and rested her elbows on her thighs. There was no way she was going to go now. She’ll have to wait for the other women to enter a stall. Elena disliked exiting a stall when others could spot her. It was irrational and stupid, but it was another of Elena’s odd bathroom quirks.

Listening carefully she waited for the sound of a stall door closing but the wait was far too long. Curious as to what was going on, she leaned down and tried to look under the stall door. Almost instantly a pair of shiny black shoes and long white socks greeted her. Blinking dumbly it took a second for the owner of the shoes to register. It was the little girl.

Not sure of what to do, she bolted upright and bit her lower lip. There was a knock and Elena began to feel anxious. Apparently the girl was just returning something, but why now? Who returned things to people in the bathroom anyway? Was this some sort of hidden camera show?

“Oh… my lighter,” She said, “think you can hand it to me?” Elena’s accent was not thick but it obviously told of her origin.

Just the thought of the girl handing her the lighter was almost frightening. Even though she spoke casually and confidently, her heart was beating so quickly it was almost painful. What she had asked was wrong on certain levels and she hoped the girl had enough sense just the slide it across the floor.

A wave of relief washed over Elena as she saw the silver of the lighter against the white tile. Her muscles seemed to relax and as the girl turned on the facet, her own facet began to spray. A soft sigh escaped her parted lips and her urine nosily splashed against the water and somewhat clean porcelain. Though just as soon as she started, she stopped, and a small groan erupted from her throat. Before she could further vocalize her displeasure, the girl began to speak again.

“Well… when I can finally take this piss I plan on going to Russia,” Elena spoke, apparently not caring about the language she used around the girl. “How about you, cutie?”

Still she managed to uphold a cool composure, and seemed relatively unaffected by the girl. Though Elena had to admit, part of her did enjoy the fact that she was finally talking to the adorable kid, even if it was under less than desirable conditions. Perhaps now she could learn about the girl.

Shoulder’s slumped, she almost felt silly when the girl commented on her problem. Elena liked to think that it was a common problem to pee in public places, especially among women. Though this was a child after all, what did she know? Though Elena decided not to explain, instead she quietly listened as the girl continued.

“You know… you really should not be talking with strangers, “She chuckled, “Did your parents teach you not to talk to strangers? I could be a very bad woman.”

It was her way of dodging the girl’s question, as she was not likely to give up private information. Even to a little girl she found to be all too cute. Truth be told, Elena was not a very good woman. Her profession was not one that sided with the right side of the law, and it dealt heavily into her incredible dexterity, odd paranoia and ability to keep her cool. Such things she held naturally, but they had only increased greatly over the years.

==

Tom was a normal guy. He liked hotdogs, apple pie and never treated a lady with disrespect. No actually, this did not make Tom a normal guy, but instead an extraordinary guy. What Tom strove for was how most men should act on a normal basis. Despite this, Tom found himself working a mundane job, where he stood guard at the entrance to the supply closet. It was a single door, at the end of a long hallway and located underneath the airport itself. Very rarely did anyone enter the supply closet, and when they did, they came back out hours later.

Now, Tom is actually a bright guy. He knew that this was no supply closet, and ever since he was armed with a fully functional Mossberg 590 pump-action riot shotgun, he began to consider his resignation. Lately there have been reports of problems with the supply closet. Tom was the first to receive these reports, but they never really said anything. Just that all security personal should be on their guard. This was the reason that Tom no longer stood with his back to the door. Instead he stood with his back to the perpendicular wall. It was not his idea, but the idea of a group of armed men that had entered the supply closet earlier in the week.

So Tom would stand there. Dressed in his riot gear. A thick bulletproof vest covered his chest and a dark helmet with clear visor covered his head. He was outfitted with elbow and kneepads and wore thick Kevlar weaved clothing. All in all, it looked as though Tom was ready to go to war. It unnerved Tom and caused him to sweat heavily. Some days, Tom swore he could hear a gun discharge, but the sounds were so distant and muffled he could never be sure. Every day he stood somewhat further from the door and would eye the single camera that was stationed above it.

Tom was scared.

This girl was too innocent and naïve to be true. Did she really think that women were incapable of being bad? Part of her wanted to prove the girl wrong, but her better half resisted. She was just too cute the way she was, why change her? Maybe, just maybe she was starting to like this kid, and more than just because she looked wonderful.

“You are going to help me?” Elena chuckled.

Only a few things stuck out in Elena’s mind. None of them would be legal with a little girl and a few of them impossible with the aid of an object. Though the idea of the younger person helping her in those ways was disturbingly alluring. Just as she began to dream of these possibilities, a rather humorous song met her ears. Elena could not really call it a song, but a jingle and it was not sang, but rather chanted with a degree of innocence and concentration. It did nothing but make Elena smile warmly.

“Child, that was cute,” She spoke over the splatter of the girl’s pee, “But it will not help me. Some… ladies… need a different kind of help.”

Elena found herself at a loss for words. She should have expected the kid to ask questions, but she did not prepare for any. There was always the option of just working her way around the subject, but the “sick” side of her wished to lure the girl into the stall. It would be rather risky; anyone could just walk into the bathroom at any time and discover them. Besides, she doubted the innocent little girl would go through with it.

Unaware that the young girl was peeping, Elena continued their conversation, “Well… Julia, my name is Elena and I am an adult. I do not think you can do the things that I wish for.”

==

Tom’s right thigh began to twitch. It always did that when he was really nervous, or when he was presented with a difficult problem. Looking to the door and then up at the camera his face twisted into one of agony and he ran. Tom just ran and did not stop running. His heavy boots pounded against the tile floor and then suddenly he fell, the thigh cramping up on him.

“N-no!” Tom yelled as he looked behind him. “Come on… why now?”

His eyes went wide as from this distance he could see the panel on the elevator begin to glow. God only knew what was coming up that elevator shaft, and Tom did not want to meet it. The rational part of him explained that it was just Dr. Morgan or one of his assistants, but Tom was beyond listening to that part of his brain. Pushing against the floor with his working leg, he tried to cover the remaining fifty-yards.

Elena was surprised that Julia was so persistent. Then again, weren’t all kids? Quip their curiosity and they would often never give up until it was satisfied. Now, this may not be a long time, as many children tended to loose interest in things quickly, but Julia seemed a different breed.

For one, her small voice sent shivers up Elena’s spine. Even when it came off as a whine, which Elena had heard once too many times in a number of stores. When she heard her beg, she did not see a little girl on the other side of the stall, but rather a little girl on her knees and lacking any clothes.

Giving in she stood and unlocked the door, allowing it to swing open. Elena did not speak at first, but wondered how the girl would react to her. She was naked from the waist down after all.

“Okay… fine you win, Julia,” She waved the girl in, “Come in quickly and close the door, make sure it is locked.“

Elena’s knees almost went weak as she saw Julia examine her mature body. Her own eyes took in the nearly curve less form of the younger girl and her tongue ran over her lips. The curious twinkle in Julia's eyes and the innocent smile on her face caused beads of moisture to dot Elena's puffy and swollen vagina. She would have to play this right, slowly and carefully.

“We are both adults, correct? So it is okay to… look and feel,” Elena spread her legs somewhat, “This is the pussy of a woman, you’ll look like this one day. You’ll find that a great deal of pleasure will come from here,” She moved some pubic hair so Julia could get a better view. “Obviously… I will pee from here. The only problem is that it does not want to come out. So you will help me. I need to feel good and you will help me feel good. To do this you will touch my pussy, stroke and put your fingers in. Any questions?”

It was more direct then she intended, but she needed this girl to start exploring. The longer it took for things to get going, the higher the probability there will be of Elena actually raping the girl. This was something she did not want to do. Vaguely, Elena remembered that she had not wiped from when she did manage to squirt a bit out.

Elena was holding her breath, she did not realize it… but she was. Her hands were planted firmly on either side of the stall, and her teeth clamped harshly on her bottom lip. Julia’s curious and clumsy exploration resulted in her middle finger slipping quickly into Elena’s vagina. This was not earth shattering, neither was the exploration. There was actually only a moderate amount of pleasure from it all. It was more of the thought of what was happening that seemed drive her crazy.

With a low moan, she allowed the air to escape her lungs and she drew it in again with a slight gasp, “No, you are doing a fine job!” She drew one hand to pat Julia’s head reassuringly, “Now try it on your knees, you’ll see better and it will be easier.” As if to reinforce her order, Elena gave a slight push down.

She wondered if she would have to tell the girl to taste her, or if she would do it on her own. Elena doubted that Julia would go to such lengths on her own, but if such happened and there were favorable results, little Julia may just end up missing. Elena had never had the opportunity or had ever found someone so trusting and naïve. Surely she could trick Julia into coming to Russia with her.

Concentrating, she focused on each and every pang of pleasure that buzzed at her pink flesh. With one hand she massaged Julia’s scalp gently, the other still pressing against the stall. Looking down she took a good interest in the girl’s amazing curiosity. It was just too cute and ever slowly she could feel a pressure building in her bladder.

“Feels good, right?” Elena took her hand from atop Julia’s head and withdrew the fingers from her vaginal hole. She positioned the just above, to another but much smaller hole. “This is where we piss, the big hole is for sex and babies,” Elena informed.

She knelt down so that she was nearly eye level with the younger girl. Cupping a hand on the side of her face she smiled warmly, “You are such a beautiful girl, Julia! Now, I have a very special favor to ask you. It may not sound good, but it would make me very happy and I’m sure that a beautiful and smart girl like you will learn to like it.”

Leaning forward she planted a kiss on Julia’s forehead before standing and edging her hips closer to Julia’s face. “I’m going to need you to place your lips around my piss hole, the small one, and suck. If you suck real hard it’ll come out.”

With each time that the young girl complied with her requests, Elena grew less and less surprised. Julia was not the first child that Elena had had some sort of sexual contact with. Though this one was more willing than the others. It had caused Elena to make up her mind. She would kidnap Julia; turn the young girl into her lover and protégé. She was bright and her constant need for cleanliness would definitely work in the girl’s favor.

“When it comes out, you will drink it,” She smiled down to the young girl. “Like I once said-“ Elena continued but a sharp intake of air cut her sentence short.

Julia was a quick worker. Sure she had hesitated, but it took her very little time to accept the reality of the situation and go along with what the older woman said. While Elena was no expert, she figured Julia was in a sort of awe over her more mature and developed body. Coupled with her naturally helpful nature, Elena figured the girl just could not resist the highly perverted commands. What exactly was going through Julia's mind?

Elena's moans were just barely contained; they emanated from her agape mouth and seemed to echo about the small stall. Before she knew it, her hands were pushing the girls face deeper into her slick crevice and her hips thrust forward. The pressure in her bladder seemed to build and build and she could feel it coming. Elena’s goal was not climax but the equally satisfying goal of using this girl as a toilet.

“Yes,” She moaned, “Yes, my Julia! It’s coming!”

As if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders, Elena’s body seemed to float. Her mind seemed to go blank as relief shot through her body and her muscles relaxed. Julia had struck gold. The hot urine streamed from her urethra in an almost angry fashion. Just as explosive was the pungent odor that bombarded even Elena’s nostrils. It seemed glorious, unlike the sweaty man from before. This strong odor served only to arouse the woman.