Eleven knew little of the world outside her lab, just the bits and pieces she had gleaned through careful observation. She saw far off places as part of finding the people Papa sent her to spy on. She knew other children existed, though she had only ever met one. And even then, that was when she was much younger and she only had vague memories of it.

It was the culmination of several lucky circumstances that led Eleven to "the boy in the woods," as she came to regard him. Papa had been walking her back to her room, when they had to make a stop by his office for him to sign some piece of paperwork. While she waited, standing patiently beside his desk, she happened to spot a book sitting open in one corner. The pages were lined with small photos of children who appeared around her age. A few notes were written in Papa's handwriting in the margins. It would only be years later that she learned the volume was called a yearbook, and contained photos of every child at a particular school.

Formulating an idea quickly, Eleven focused her attention on one photo - a boy who's face seemed to leap off the page - and studied every detail as closely as she could manage without Papa noticing. The paper signed, Papa walked her back to her little room for lunch and her mid-day rest, before an afternoon session in the bath, searching for the latest person he wanted her to find.

Eating quickly, Eleven fought to remember every detail of the boy's face, determined to find him once she was done. It took a great effort that first time, but she found him walking out of some trees and into a building with many other children. She could have followed any of them, but something seemed to draw her to this first boy. That night, she found him again, in a different building, with two adults, and two girls, one older and one younger. They were sitting together eating dinner, and she couldn't help but wish she was there, too. Time and again, when she could, she found her boy from the book.

Everything changed the day she found him sitting on a log in the woods. His pants were down around his ankles, and he was touching himself. By the expression on his face, it looked like it felt good, whatever it was he was doing. Not exactly sure why, she suddenly had the urge to take her connection further. She had practiced the move a few times in the lab, with Papa and some of his men. It took more effort than a simple connection, but she could make herself appear beside the person she was following. Today, she knew she wanted this boy to see her.

It was a terrible mistake.

He caught sight of her watching him from across the clearing. He screamed, and ran from his quiet place in the woods. Eleven pulled her mind back to her little room in the lab, and cried herself to sleep. She knew it shouldn't have been a surprise, but the rejection still hurt. Later that night, after she had finished dinner, she couldn't help but check on him again. She saw the way he nervously checked over his shoulder, feeling her presence even if she didn't show herself, and knew she couldn't keep doing that to him. As much as she would miss him, she decided the whole thing had been a stupid idea, and vowed to herself she wouldn't go back.

Try as she might, she couldn't get the boy out of her mind. For three days he held her focus, until she had no choice but too find him again. Sure enough, he was back in his quiet place in the woods. This time, both his pants and his underwear were around his ankles. She hadn't paid much attention last time, but now she realized the area between his legs looked different than hers did. The thought made her stomach feel warm. She couldn't help but let her image appear before him again, and to her delight, he wasn't scared this time.

As he watched her, she noticed that he continued touching himself, his hand moving quickly back and forth, sliding the skin of the thing between his legs. All of a sudden, three blobs of something white came out of it and landed on the ground. She thought he might have hurt himself, but the contented smile on his face quickly put those thoughts to rest. She had no idea what it was she had just witnessed, but she knew it was something special. Needing to process it all, she pulled her mind back to the lab.

Sitting alone in her little bedroom, and checking the clock to know she had a while before Papa would be coming for her, Eleven laid back on her bed, happy that things had gone better than last time. The more she thought about what she had seen the boy doing, the warmer her stomach felt. Down between her legs, she felt tingly, and she absentmindedly rubbed at the spot. The feeling shocked her and she rubbed a little harder. Slowly she began to understand what it was he was doing. Slipping a hand up under her gown and inside her underwear, she rubbed around the hairless lips of her pussy until she found the motions that felt the best. The more she worked her fingers around her most sensitive parts, the more slippery she felt herself getting. She knew she had to go back and visit again.

The next day, lunch quickly eaten and plenty of time to spare, she sent her mind out searching again. Delighted, she found her boy back in the same place. Just like yesterday, his pants and underwear were around his feet. He told her his name was Mike, and asked for her name. For a moment she thought about sending her thoughts at his mind, but she held back. Instead, she watched in silence as he gave himself the good feelings. Just like last time, his actions seemed to culminate with a moment of extreme pleasure.

"See you tomorrow?" he asked hopefully as he pulled his pants back up.

She gave a small nod before returning to the privacy of her bedroom. Falling back on her bed, she slipped her panties down her legs and attacked her burning pussy with her fingers. The feeling was even more intense than it had been the day before, and this time she found herself climbing toward some kind of peak. Fingers soaked and body writhing, her vision went sparkly as her very first orgasm tore through her tiny frame. The feeling was indescribable and she was hooked. She knew she wanted to take things further with Mike - her boy in the woods.

Somewhere deep inside, she knew it was a special thing that she was seeing him undressed the way he had been the last few times, and she wanted him to see her that way as well. The next day, before sending her mind out to find him, Eleven removed her gown and panties and sat down on her bed. When she sent her image out into his mind, her whole body got warm as she watched his eyes scanning over her. As his hand began to stroke at the firm, fleshy rod between his legs, she let her fingers begin to work their magic. It became immediately apparent that doing it while watching Mike took the whole thing to another level. Her fingers alternated between stroking along her delicate lips, probing gently at the tight opening to her vagina and teasing at the swelling nub of her clit.

Mike, too, seemed to be getting more out of the experience as he watched her. His hand moved quickly, his eyes locked between her legs. She spread her knees a little wider and found he was getting even more excited, his own fingers shiny with the fluids leaking from the end of his shaft. That, in turn, got Eleven's own fingers moving more urgently. Her breath was coming in short, panting gasps, her heart pounding hard.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, silent in the clearing but verbal back in her little room in the lab, as her orgasm tore through her. Sitting there with Mike, watching him touch himself, while he was watching her, pushed the feeling higher than ever, and Eleven never wanted the moment to end. Mike climaxed moments after she did, the usual white stream jetting out and landing at his feet. Their eyes were locked on one another, bodies full of bliss, breath slowly returning to normal.

They fell into a routine after that, and she began to look forward to it as the highlight of her day. Whatever bad things happened, she knew at lunch when she took her rest, she would undress and find Mike, and they would touch themselves while looking at each other. And after a few minutes, she would get the feeling that washed through her whole body like vibrating sunshine, and then she would get to watch him as he reached his own good feeling. And for a few minutes, one little piece of her life would feel right.

The monster was loose, and it was all her fault. The nice man who made her a burger was dead, and it was all her fault.

Eleven was charging headlong through the dark woods, the rain beginning to fall. Everything was wrong, and she didn't know how to fix it. She didn't have a plan, but somehow, she knew where she had to go; she had to find Mike, her boy in the woods. She thought hard about him, letting that feeling deep in her mind guide her feet. If she could find Mike, everything would be okay.

There were lights in the woods, voices arguing. Not the bad men. Boys. She stepped closer, the feeling deep inside her growing.

He was there. She had found him. Mike. Her boy in the woods. He would make everything alright.