Mr. Daniels Part 1 



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Past to Present

Harvey Daniels used to be a very engaging productive member of society. Like
most men of his youth he had supportive parents who made sure he had the tools
necessary to succeed in life. Mr. Daniels went to a respected university and
before his mother could blink an eye had a loving wife, three children and a
quaint suburban home with all the trimmings. You could say Mr. Daniels lived
the American Dream. So why do we see Mr. Daniels hooked up to a ventilator in
a cold and dreary hospital room? The simple answer to the previous question is
age. By now the seventy-five year old mans parents are long gone, children all
settled worried about their own families and most unfortunate of all, Mr.
Daniels wife of fifty years succumbed to dementia this past fall. As if
circumstances aren't bad enough, Mr. Daniels roommate in this, the Cedar Grove
Retirement Complex, can't speak. Perhaps a stroke victim the other elderly man
barely moves at all. "Goddamn loneliness" Mr. Daniels quietly chirps to
himself.

Enter Your Chief Antagonist

Days go on, like the clouds that aimlessly drift outside his window, routine
without change. What Mr. Daniels doesn't know is that within the next few
weeks he will have wished change never arrived, he will long for the boring
routine that he had become so hopelessly accustomed too. "Hello Mr. Daniels!"
Jennifer, the nurse on Mr. Daniels floor, exclaims, "Morning" is all Mr.
Daniels can respond with as he stares out his window. Jennifer lays out his
and his mute roommate's medication and gingerly exits the room. "Oh my god are
you serious!" "Josh is like totally my type, athletic, handsome we so have to
talk about this later Cara" "I gotta go, were at my grandfathers room, OK
bye". Mr. Daniels hears a brief conversation outside his room, a voice he
isn't familiar with. Next, before he can blink, walks in a mother and her
daughter. "Must be that voice talking on the phone", Mr. Daniels thinks. The
mother, probably in her mid-40's, is very attractive, long brown hair flowing
naturally while clicking and clacking in her stiletto black boots. "Wow can
grandpa even talk"? chimes the girl, "No, the stroke has taken away his
speech, if you ask me Shannon were burning money keeping him alive, foolish in
my opinion". Mr. Daniels can't believe the cruelty of her words but refrains
from rebutting. "Ya, he is a pretty useless old man" giggles the daughter.
With that Mr. Daniels observes the daughter, glancing from head to toe getting
a good look at her. She appears to be eighteen or so but he cant really tell,
to him she's around 5'8 guessing to be 130-140 lbs, fit with a toned but not
overly muscular body, she has the most brilliant blonde hair he has ever seen
tied up in a pony tail like many of the other girls similar in age. High cheek
bones and a pert nose compliment her already angelic face. Her clothing
consists of black sheer tights, which accentuate her firm derriere and
powerful legs with a similar stretchy elastic tank top, "Must be some sort of
athlete" Mr. Daniels remarks. With that the girls mother quips "Lets go home
already Shannon, I've seen enough of this bag of bones" Shannon oh so casually
exclaims "Ya, looking at something so meek gives me a headache". Shannon and
her mother slowly walk away from the mute old man and head towards the door.
As Mr. Daniels prepares to reenter his world of silence Shannon stops at the
door. "One second mom I'll be out in a minute" Shannon's mother replies "Fine
I'll be at the nurse's station discussing your grandfather's situation". For
the first time Mr. Daniels eyes lock with Shannon's, his heart almost skips a
beat with the thought that this angel has acknowledged his existence. What Mr.
Daniels doesn't know is that the personal connection represents far more than
mere acknowledgment.

The Smell of Lycra

"Hello Mr., must be pretty lonely with no one to talk to, since my grandpa
cant speak an all." Adjusting the oxygen tubes lodged into his nose Mr.
Daniel's replies "It can get a bit quiet here, I survive on the memories of my
family and the wonderful years we had together" followed by a genuine smile.
Shannon, approaching closer to his bed, makes note of the weak physical state
the old man is in. "Gosh what are you like 90 lbs" she laughs. "Well in my
youth I was a very healthy man, all these hours lying in this bed have made me
a bit weak, but I'm sure if could just get off this damn ventilator and get
some exercise I'd get back some strength." "I dunno old man, looks pretty
hopeless to me". Shannon examines the body in front of her, thin arms a pale
withered face, how can someone get so defenseless she thinks? Hands on hips,
head held high Shannon exclaims " I've been a varsity cheerleader, volleyball
and softball player all for all four years of high school and I bet I could
snap you like a little twig" followed by an innocent giggle. Outraged and
insulted Mr. Daniel's fires back "Listen hear little girl you have no right
telling your elder". Muffled groans cut off Mr., Daniels rebuttal as Shannon
simply presses the old mans nostrils together staring into his horrified eyes.
"Shut up already, I'm really not interested in what you have to say", "In the
real world if you can't defend yourself you have no right to an opinion"
laughs Shannon. Following Shannon's abrasive introduction she quickly makes
her way out the door, "Mom I think grandpa just recognized me, give me another
minute or so", in a not so interested way Shannon's mom waves her off, busy
talking about last nights episode of Real Housewives of the OC, "Ok Shannon,
hurry up, my feet are killing me". "Will do" smiles the deceptive angel.
Shannon casually walks back into Mr. Daniel's and pulls the door shut.
Breathing shallowly now Mr. Daniels eyes and expressions show a face of
terror, Shannon's little nose pinching game has caused him to go into a state
of almost shock, fighting hard to regain his breath, "You, gasp, need, to call
a nurse", the old man's labored voice and breath exclaims. "This is, totally
unacceptable behavior, I will have you arrested". Shannon turns her head,
facing him, "Ha, who's gonna believe a perfect angel like me would do that,
get with the real world you bag of bones". Shannon once again glances over the
frail old form, wondering what it's even good for. Mr. Daniel's, mustering up
all his remaining strength screams "Nurse, nurse, someone get in here!"
Shannon briefly startled over what to do, suddenly gets a brilliant idea.
"Must I really silence you?" "Would have thought a man of your age would know
when he was outmatched". With that Shannon climbs onto the hysterical mans
bed, turning and still a bit unsure, she faces the old mans feet and settles
her tights encased rear onto Mr. Daniel's face. The room is suddenly quiet
again. "This is a bit uncomfortable" quips the blonde tormentor. Shannon
adjusts her seat, wiggling her butt to find the old mans nose, suddenly, as if
all the stars and planets have aligned, the cruel cheerleader feels Mr.
Daniel's nose slide into her voluptuous but nonetheless firm rear. The old
mans mouth simultaneously covered by the eighteen years old warm crotch.
"Perfect" Shannon gleefully exclaims. If ever one should wish to be a fly on
the wall this surely would the time, that is, if the fly happens to be a
fiendish masochist. Mr. Daniel's dated, frail, bony body, arms harmlessly
flailing, grabbing at tights encased thighs and an upright, sturdy back.
Shannon, yes Shannon, a strong proudly feminist youth, glowing with health and
beauty perched on this decaying mans face, head held high, feeling a losing
struggle ensue beneath her ass. As if not cruel enough a scene, Shannon has a
devilish little idea. "Aww, if you needed some air little guy, why didn't you
just ask" exclaims the toned blonde youth, unveiling a sinister smirk.
Suddenly Shannon arched her back slightly, pushing her rear into Mr. Daniel's
already covered face, "Mphhhh", "Mphhhhhh", Shannon had released two small
little farts right up into the old mans nostrils, adding further degradation
to invalid below her.

Mr. Daniels Part 2 (Conclusion)

If you already haven't I suggest reading Mr. Daniels Part 1. I would also like
some feedback and ideas for future stories, thanks, Mike.

Barely audible muffled groans emanate from the Lycra clad ass. "See Mr., all
better now, anytime you feel out of breath just groan, apparently I know first
aid" Shannon hysterically laughs. With that the blonde princess relaxes, while
inquisitively pondering to herself, all the while, Mr. Daniels struggles have
become more subdued, consisting of random twitches and shuffling of his feet.
Over the next couple of minutes Shannon lightly lifts her rear, every so
often, to allow Mr. Daniels enough air to avoid passing out, still; even this
supposed act of mercy consists of sadistic intentions, while lifting herself
Shannon stops a quarters way through, forcing the old man to inhale any oxygen
through the cruel eighteen year olds ass. "Hahaha, breath up Mr. don't want
you flat lining on me" While inhaling through her shiny, tights encased ass,
Mr. Daniels desperately pleads "No more, have mercy please don't" Ticked off
by his annoying pleading Shannon drops full weight onto the man, forcefully
re-burying his nose into her butt. Shannon giggles slyly and more casually,
reveling in his agony. A moment or so later Shannon realizes her mother or a
nurse may enter the room at any time, assuming her fun is probably over for
the day. "Aww, think I gotta go Mr., I'm sorry." "Cant let anyone see me doing
this to you, that would spoil the fun!" she laughs. By now Mr. Daniels has
ceased any struggling, content enough to just survive, by periodically
sniffing oxygen through her ass when she would allow it. "You can probably
expect a visit from me routinely Mr., with my grandpa being such a perfect
cover, I've realized your bony body may be the perfect workout tool, well get
started on that shortly, don't you worry!" Shannon decided to leave Mr.
Daniel's with one more reminder of her cruelty, pushing her butt down as hard
as his bony face would allow, Shannon rips a long warm fart right into his
nostrils. "Ahhhh" she coos. Rubbing her now potent scent all over the invalids
face, Shannon can barely muster the enthusiasm to get off the poor mess. "Ok
Ok, haha, I'm done now" she exclaims. Shannon then lifts her self of Mr.
Daniels face, legs straddling his lying body, facing his feet, she turns her
head to examine her prey, the old mans face is beat red, eyes fluttering, "Bye
Bye Mr.", with that Shannon playfully presses her toes to his mouth, playfully
moving his lips, "Bye Bye princess", she comically mimics his voice. The
blonde high school senior, while walking off his bed, cruelly steps on his
balls, causing a sputtering reaction from Mr. Daniels mouth. Finally, the
day's torture ceases, our blonde demon has exited the room. Mr. Daniels room
remains quiet for the next few hours, as a nurse has not even entered to check
up on him, the mans mind now racing, trying to come to grips with the shameful
acts that have preceded the present. Was this a nightmare he wonders? Orange
streams of light enter room, cascading over his roommate's bed, stopping
before reaching his own. Mr. Daniels closes his tired, worn eyes, taking his
frightening secret to bed with him, tomorrow he thinks, tomorrow he will tell
a nurse, bringing just enough false hope to allow him to fall asleep.

Was it a nightmare?

The sound of morning birds awaken Mr. Daniel's, for a brief moment, he has
forgotten about the previous days events, deceptive calm, suddenly our victim
remembers, the smell of the female lioness still present in his nose. A nurse
enters the room, Mr. Daniels, while very much bothered by yesterdays torture,
is still a bit embarrassed, making it difficult for him to tell his story.
"Excuse me nurse, I ahh", More preoccupied with her daily routine, checking
the old mans roommates chart, she replies, "What's the problem Mr. Daniel's,
to quiet in here, headache, hungry, what seems to be bothering you?". With a
chocked up, frail voice, Mr. Daniel's explains, "Yesterday, you may or may not
have seen a girl and her mother come to visit my roommate" "I remember Harvey,
those are the Taylors, big shots around these parts, the Mrs., won a huge
divorce settlement from her silicon valley ex-husband, and her daughter, what
an athlete, captain of like three sports teams at her high school, a real
sweetheart too, heard she's big into community service, was very very friendly
from what I remember." Visibly annoyed Mr. Daniels can't believe what he's
hearing, was this really the girl that so defiled him the other day? "Well,
that may be true an all, but I tell you, she, she tortured me yesterday"! Mr.
Daniels voice rising, hinting at anger, "What!" laughs the nurse, "You heard
me, she, came right over to my bed when her mother left, told me how weak and
frail I looked, how she could goddamn snap me in half!, When I tried to
reprimand her she pinched my nostrils together, the monster even sat on my
face nurse, she sat on my face so I couldn't yell for help." Now, with a look
of shock like no other the nurse, trying to regain her composure sternly
stares at the old decrepit man, "Now you look here Mr. Daniels, that kind of
perverse talk will not be allowed on my floor, you are talking about an
eighteen year old girl, a girl who is highly respected in her community as is
her mother, I will hear no more of this garbage." The old mans breath begins
to get shallow, while simultaneously faster, his eyes show a mix of
frustration and hopelessness, if the people primarily responsible for his well
being don't believe him who will, and worst yet, say she returns, she could
kill him for all he knows. "I understand, I, see your point, let me lay alone
now, I don't feel I have anything further to say." Back into her working
routine and without even looking at the old man she replies, "Fine, breakfast
will be served shortly, why don't you read a book or watch T.V, get your mind
of those silly thoughts of yours, ok?" Mr. Daniel's one chance at salvation
has passed, his remaining energy will be spent fearing the return, the return
of her, perhaps he can find something, a blunt object to stop her advances,
only time will tell.

Aerobics

Breakfast came and went, Mr. Daniel's had finally begun to let his guard down,
he even had the privilege to watch his all time favorite T.V show, The
Twilight Zone, always a fan of fictitious oddities Mr. Daniele's begins to
believe his current predicament is some kind of other dimensional experience.
Just as the clock strikes 3PM, frighteningly on cue, the old man hears a
voice. "Hi Rebecca, how's my grandpa doing?" "Same as usual sweetie, guess
your going to spend some time with him?" nurse Rebecca innocently replies,
"Ya, I feel like I've been neglecting him for far too long, I plan on at least
stopping by three, maybe four times a week" the perky youth exclaims,
genuinely proud, nurse Rebecca continues " Excellent, I can see why you're the
captain of all those athletic teams your on, such focused initiative", Shannon
coyly replies, "Yup, you have no idea!" while turning her back she slowly
makes her way towards Mr. Daniels room. From behind, our blonde and sadistic
dominatrix proudly sways her powerful and full ass, today, tightly shaped by
fashionable black biking shorts. Clearly Shannon is returning from some sort
of athletic endeavor, or maybe preparing to embark on one? By now Mr. Daniels
is stricken with terror, his heart rate is through the roof, mind racing with
thoughts on how to survive, what to do. Momentarily, Shannon will enter his
room, the bitch ready to perform some kind of sick acts on the withered old
man. Frantically looking around for something to defend himself with Mr.
Daniels sees a screwdriver sitting on the floor near his roommate's
nightstand, the old man attempts to rise from his bed but is too weak from the
atrophy of laying down constantly, his once respectable muscles now reduced to
bone on skin. Quickly turning to his own nightstand Mr. Daniels sees the only
blunt object in his range, the remote control, it's a long shot but his only
choice, he quickly grabs it, places it in his left hand and dangles it over
the left side of his bed, hopefully out of the teen's vision. "Anybody home" a
giggling voice remarks as the rooms door slowly opens. "Well hello their Mr.,
remember me?" Shannon gleefully exclaims, her big blue eyes sparking, lips
apart allowing the old man to see her perfect pearly whites. The last time the
old man saw the girl he could only imagine what her legs looked like, but with
her revealing tight bike shorts the old man gains witness to a toned beast.
Her thighs are clearly huge, strengthened through constant training and
workouts since a little girl. "Listen you, I don't know what you want with me
but this has to stop, I'm a poor lonely old man, can't you leave my final days
to peace." The old man seriously trying to talk some sense into the girl,
still believing it's impossible to be as cruel as her previous actions would
have denoted. Shannon's face suddenly going from perky to serious in
expression, her beautiful blue eyes now a window into a cold mind, remarks,
"Look at you, your so worthless, a weak little piece of shit, I am beautiful,
strong, worthy of life, worthy of destroying your pitiful existence. Have you
ever seen those national geographic shows, the one with the lion and the weak
injured gazelle? That's like you and me old man; you serve as my prey, nothing
more." With that statement Mr. Daniel's knows were he stands, their will be no
more attempts at talking this through, he will die or she will. Shannon's
patience with the invalid is up, turning, she makes sure the door is shut and
slowly approaches the old mans bed, standing at his bed side, she starts a few
quick stretches kicking her legs up like the Olympic gymnasts on T.V, one move
brings her just close enough for the old man to make his hopeless attack on
her. Mr. Daniels weak left arm slowly flails at the blondes face, attempting
to catch her with the remote, Shannon, with her lighting quick reflexes has
more than enough time to react, she quickly grabs the old mans arm, furiously
bending it back, nearly breaking it, as Mr. Daniels prepares to scream from
the pain, the gorgeous tormentor raises her right leg, slamming her knee down
onto the old mans throat pressing down with nearly all her weight causing his
throat to collapse, severely bruising his larynx. "Feisty are we old man, that
was a very very bad move on your part, I suppose I'll have to enlighten you
further" Shannon angrily scolds the man. Mr. Daniels is now writhing in pain,
but worse than that he can't breathe the teens powerful leg is now suffocating
him. He helplessly raises his arms attempting to dislodge the weight on him,
but to no avail, she is simply far too strong for him. After a minute or two
the blonde goddess slowly eases of the pressure, curious to whether or not the
old man can still speak, to her excitement the only sounds emitting from the
mans mouth are quiet whimpers accompanied by spine chilling gagging sounds.
"Perfect, now you can be quiet and I won't have to worry about you disturbing
our fun" Shannon happily exclaims. Shannon then mounts Mr. Daniels bed,
standing over the agonized form below her. "Where shall we begin Mr., any
suggestions?" "Didn't think so. You know, now that I think of it, I never got
a chance to work out my legs today, maybe you can help me!". Mr. Daniels looks
up, trying to voice his opposition, which amounts to more gagged sputters.
Realizing his only real chance is to actually get up from his bed, he focuses
all his remaining strength and tries to prop himself up, Shannon simply
presses her foot down onto his chest effectively pining the old man to his
bed, while pondering a good workout. The blonde cheerleader finally has an
idea, moving forward, closer to the old mans head, Shannon cruelly drops full
weight onto his upper chest, knocking his wind out. Then, sitting upright,
straddling his head, she grabs the back of his head forcefully stuffing his
face into her shiny black bike shorts, right at her crotch. Falling to her
side she then locks her ankles together closing the frail creatures head in
between her massive thighs. All that is visible of Mr. Daniels head is his
partially bald scalp, with his face plastered against the blonde's crotch, her
thighs fully consuming the rest of his head, the scene reminiscent of a boa
constrictor crushing its prey. Mr. Daniels attempts at freeing himself consist
of weak pawing at her legs and ass, basically hopeless in design. With our
teen athlete now in position, Shannon methodically applies varying levels of
pressure over the course of the next ten to fifteen minutes, each time she
reaches maximum pressure Mr. Daniels body twitches spasmodically, Shannon's
crotch now damp with sweat and pre-cum pounds the old mans face, breaking his
nose in the process. "Whew, this is incredible, I can already feel my legs
getting soar, I bet not as soar as your face though" Shannon gleefully laughs.
With that Shannon decides she need a break, a cool down of sorts, switching
positions, while still holding the mans head into place Shannon turns lying on
her back lifting the old man on top but still locked between her legs. Shannon
now sweating profusely breaths slowly, trying to relax, keeping the frail mans
face pressed to her crotch with minimal effort. After another ten minutes of
rest, our super hot athlete unlocks her thighs, slowly at first allowing Mr.
Daniels head to harmlessly slide from her crotch to her inner thigh, resting
their battered and exhausted. The old mans heart rate has begun to slow, as
his breathing was incredibly hindered over the last thirty minutes, now barely
even conscious. Shannon lifts her self up onto her knees, turning to old man
over onto his back, preparing her next move in her head. Suddenly Shannon's
cell phone rings, her best friend Cara, somewhat upset at this interruption
Shannon decides its best to answer it briefly. Mr. Daniels, once again
thinking in a sort of coherent manner, tries to lift him self up, as he weakly
lifts his head, maybe a foot off the bed, Shannon casually, not even aware
that the old man is trying to get up crawls forwards facing his feet and sits
her strong and sweaty tights encased ass onto his face, bringing the back of
his forcefully down to the bed. "Hi Cara! What's up?" The two girls go on for
a good hour, chatting about the usual teen gossip, unknown to the other girl
on the line, Shannon has been conducting this rather common phone call while
perched on a nearly dead old mans face. Mr. Daniels can barely breathe as
Shannon has not adjusted her seat the entire time, what air he can get comes
from sniffing through the girls butt with great ferocity, such a degrading end
of days. Finally, Shannon ends the conversation, reaching over, revealing the
old mans beat red battered face, to put her cell on his nightstand. Shannon
once again settles onto the fragile face, wiggling around, enjoying the
sensation of knowing what lies below her. At this point the girl has forgotten
that below her lies a human, to her it is simply on object to torment. Shannon
also knows the game must end soon, with the old mans collapsed throat their
will be no way to leave him alive, there is too much evidence now. Once more
Shannon lifts herself from his face, turning she straddles the mans thin
chest. " Well, this is it Mr., I'd love to come back and play some more, but
with your neck injuries someone would surely get suspicious, and a perky
little girl like me could never go to jail, time to go meet your wife old
guy". With those words Mr. Daniels begins to tear, he doesn't want his life to
end so abruptly, especially not like this. Shannon turns herself again, facing
his feet, she sits for a moment, on the mans chest, pondering her actions to
her self. Mr. Daniels frantically pushes at her back, kicking his legs,
desperate to get the girl off of him, the resistance is so meek Shannon just
sits their. Finally, while still being pushed against by the old man, Shannon
raises her rear, straddles his face looking towards his feet and slams her ass
down onto the face below her. This time around Shannon presses all her weight
onto the old mans face, completely smothering him, the old mans nose now
jammed up into two fleshy large mounds of blonde teenage ass. While perched on
the near dead mans face Shannon brings her legs together, squeezing while
smothering the man, the force she is inflicting on Mr. Daniels is
excruciating. Shannon feels the mans chest, his heart beating out of rhythm,
she then grabs his wrist to feel a pulse, that too is weakening. Its now time
to focus, the blonde cheerleader leans forwards, hands holding his to the bed,
her ass now jutting outwards pressing her weight into his face, Mr. Daniels
last moments will be spent face pressed into cheerleader butt, what a travesty
he thinks. Shannon remains firm and sturdy, like a killing machine in action,
allowing no air for the old man. Mr. Daniels body twitches, chest heaving
every so often, Shannon keeps her balance though, her rear remaining firmly
planted to his face. Eventually the old mans struggles cease, he's entering
the final stages, Shannon presses down with all her might, the strength that
comes from constant training for cheerleading, volleyball and softball, she
feels the old mans face being buried deeper and deeper into her ass, checking
again for a pulse she feels nothing, to just make sure though Shannon stays
steady, keeping her crushing weight constant. After another five minutes she
eases up, sitting up and no longer pushing, Shannon breathes a sigh of relief,
exhausted and sweating herself. The blonde princess smiles contently, excited
about her kill, putting her arms back to stretch, Shannon seductively sways
from left to right, running her hand through her hair, eyes closed, a low
rumbling sound emits from her seat, Shannon has farted onto the dead face
below her, giggling, "Oops, guess that wont bother you now Mr." With her kill
complete Shannon finally rises from the form below her, examining the face she
sees terror, with the old mans eyes still open, his battered and abused face
giving her more giggles. With that Shannon puts her acting skills to work,
running into the hall she cries "Nurse, nurse, it was awful, he, he tried to
attack me, my grandfathers roommate attacked me, and, well, I had to fight
back, I punched at his neck and he kept coming, then suddenly, he just fell
back onto his bed, I think it was a heart attack". With that the nurses run
into Mr. Daniels room, the autopsy revealed he died of some sudden
asphyxiation, not thinking to question such a well connected member of the
community no investigation is taken. Mr. Daniels was born, had a wonderful
life and family then died under the ass of a blonde teenager, who would have
figured.

The End