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The Twelve Commandments - 1 - Thou Shalt Plunder Thy
Neighbor's Youngest
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
Last update: 04-21-2005
***
I have set out here with but one intent. To compile as
controversial a series of sexually explicit tales as
have yet seen the light of day. If one can find but a
remnant of pleasant reading or compassionate prose
within these words, I have failed in the task I have
set for myself. Exploitation of the young, gratuitous
violence, unrelenting sexual trauma and scenes of
carnal debauchery to sicken the most committed of
social-workers. This is what awaits the reader. You
have been warned! (Mf, ped, nc, rp, v, inc, 1st)
***
Chapter One:
Thou Shalt Plunder Thy Neighbor's Youngest
James McMillan was without doubt the last person you
would want living in your street.
With a rap sheet listing two convictions for rape,
three of sexual assault of a child under sixteen, four
convictions for committing an unnatural act upon a
child under fourteen, all you could really say now, is
that at just twenty-eight years of age, not only had he
wasted little time, but so far as female age-groups
were concerned, he was definitely moving in a bad-ass
direction.
The problem is, Jim didn’t look like either an ex-con
or a paedophile. No rippling biceps with "Muvver"
tattooed one side and "Cherries ‘R Us," the other. No
greased hair curling round his ears, cigarette smoke
exiting his nasal cavity through the usual twin
exhausts, not even a hint of bad-language in polite
company.
If anything, James looked like the Jehovah’s Witness
that any onlooker would have assumed he was, clutching
his bible and religious accessories to him as he
ascended the six steps to the front door of number
eighteen Saracen Avenue, McConnochie Heights.
Twelve-year old Denise Morrison, thinking her mother
was back from the corner store, jumped up from the
lounge where she had been watching TV and opened the
front door.
"Oh, hello," she said breezily, surprised to see the
youngish looking man standing there. She saw the Bible
he was carrying and guessed he was just another Jesus
freak of some kind. He looked kinda neat though she
thought!
James looked down at the young girl. He had so hit the
jackpot this time.
"Is your mom or dad home young lady?" he asked affably,
knowing of course not only that the girl was alone but
pretty much how long to the second he had, before her
mom would be back. It pays to do your homework
thoroughly in James’ line of work.
"Sorry, no," she answered, "Although my mom will be
back any moment, but I don’t think she’s interested in
talking about that sort of stuff," she glanced towards
the bible in his hand.
"Look, I have to go now," the girl added cheerfully, "I
shouldn’t really be talking to strangers."
"You’re dead right on that score kid," he muttered
kneeing the girl hard in the crotch and shoving her
backwards before she had a chance to recover from
either the pain or the shock. Closing the door behind
him, he placed his bible on the hall table. This was to
be his piece-de-resistance.
******
Jenny Morrison handed over the twenty dollar bill and
lugged her bag of groceries back to the Cherokee. She
never liked leaving Denise alone for even the shortest
time although she had educated her daughter about the
ways of the world and had instilled in her the need for
caution at all times. She was though still only twelve
after all.
Closing the front door with her foot she called out for
a second time, "Denise?"
Occasionally one sees things that in terms of deviation
from the norm, defy rational explanation. The young man
sitting on the lounge was one such moment for Jenny.
Dropping her groceries from shock she cried out,
"Who...who the hell are you?"
James raised the bible he was holding in his lap. "Tch
tch," he chided her, "That’s no way to address a
follower of the faith."
He watched amused, as she tried to coalesce some
semblance of equilibrium.
"H...how’d you get in," she asked, her voice anything
but steady. "Where’s my daughter?"
"Why, through the front door of course... that’s the
great thing about true faith ma’am, it opens-up just so
many doors for you. As for your daughter? She’s
upstairs – in her bedroom I think... why?"
Reaching the stairwell as quickly as might Marion Jones
have in her prime, Jenny raced up to Denise’s room.
Throwing her daughter’s bedroom door open, her hand
flew to her mouth. Her arms bound tightly behind her at
the wrist, the young girl lay face down on her quilt,
fully helpless and with duct-tape covering her mouth.
She turned her head to look at her mother in the
doorway...and also at what was now standing behind her.
"Cute little thing isn’t she?" James muttered, his arm
around Jenny’s waist. The knife that glittered in his
grasp removed whatever little hope might be deemed to
have been on offer.
"She’s only twelve," Jenny sobbed, "Don’t you dare
hurt her..."
Tears could be seen forming in Denise’s eyes now as the
knife hovered threateningly close to her mother’s neck.
"What makes you think I want to hurt your daughter
ma’am?" he grinned, "No Siree, why she’s just way too
sexy to hurt..." he glanced across at Denise leeringly,
"Wouldn’t you agree mom? That there’s one hot little
piece of ass – even if she is just twelve?" Jenny
dissolved into a fit of uncontrolled sobbing.
Pushing her into the bedroom he closed the door and
locked it, slipping the key into his pocket. The power
he wielded at that instant surged through him. He could
now do what he liked when he liked and to whichever he
liked.
Crossing to the bed he sat beside the girl and put his
hands on the seat of her jeans, rubbing her bottom
lewdly. "You think your husband ever has ideas about
getting hisself some action with this here little piece
of pussy?" So saying, he slipped his hands up between
Denise’s legs and crudely began rubbing her through the
tight material.
The shock of his rude assault caused Jenny to sink to
her knees on the floor. Wracked now with uncontrollable
guilt feelings at having left her daughter alone in the
house, she simply pleaded with their captor,
"Whatever it is you want to do....do it to me, not my
daughter...please spare her."
He looked at Jenny. "I got a name ya know – it’s James.
Don’t look at me like I was an animal or something, I
might do something you’d regret." He sat there silent
for a few seconds.
"Might just take you up on that kind offer though
missy," he smiled. "Why don’t you get that expensive
little dress off for starters, show me what you got on
underneath?"
"Not in here James," she begged "Not in front of my
daughter. Take me to my own bedroom and I’ll do what
you want."
"And ruin half the fun?" he laughed. "I want the kid to
see you getting undressed right here – give her
something to think about next time she has her fingers
in her own pussy. Now get that dress off quick-smart."
Jenny just sat there un-moving...
"Suit yourself," he said, then flipping the helpless
teenager over he began to fondle the girl’s breasts
through her thin top. So arousing did they feel beneath
his touch, he was losing it. Nothing could curb the
Neanderthal urges uncoiling within.
"Alright," Jenny called out "I’ll do it, please let go
of her." She stood up and began unzipping her dress.
Now it must be said that Jenny at just thirty-one, was
the prettiest of young mothers and in fact would
generally be assumed to be no more than in her early
twenties given her yet slim figure, unblemished
complexion and teenage hair-style. Pregnancy had left
no calling cards and in truth she continued to be the
source of many a teenage boy’s wet dream in that part
of the County.
Inwardly she shuddered as the dress fell to the floor
leaving her standing there in just her matching green
panties and bra, exposed not only to the gaze of this
one sick fuck, as she had not unreasonably determined
him to be, but her young daughter, whose tears at her
mother’s plight were sadly wasted.
"Not half bad," James muttered. "Hope you don’t mind my
little self-hope program here," he added, "pulling free
his erection and squeezing it obscenely as he gazed
upon the young woman’s hot and shapely body." If Denise
could have made a sound, she would have gasped at the
sight alongside her, but as it was, she could do little
but struggle to maintain her inbound air supply.
"Show your daughter your tits Jenny," he demanded, "Or
would you rather I showed you hers?" he reached across
and gave the girl a gratuitous fondle.
"Nooooo, please no" Jenny cried out, not pausing to ask
even, how he knew her name. Besides, it hardly
mattered.
She slipped her hands behind her back, unhooked the
clasp and shyly exposed her breasts. Denise’s eyes were
the size of saucers as lying there, she saw her mother
thus demeaned.
"Don’t even think about covering up," he hissed at her
as she began to cross her hands across her chest,
"Matter of fact pull those sexy nipples for me, get
them nice and hard."
Again, Jenny’s hesitation cost her daughter dearly as
James simply shrugged then yanked her tight jeans
lower, partly exposing her blue cotton briefs. His
mouth ran dry at the sight of her girlish mound
prominent now beneath the soft material. Denise was
horror-struck at the indignity of having her underwear
exposed and began wriggling helplessly.
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry," Jenny cried out..."Here James,
I’m doing it....look!"
Letting go of the teenager’s belt, he turned his
attention to the fully awesome sight before him as
Jenny, standing there in just the sheerest of panties,
beneath which he could clearly see some hot little
brown curls, began pulling her nipples as she cupped
both breasts. The drawing-power of this scene being
such that he began once again to masturbate faster.
Despite the embarrassment and humiliation inherent in
so vulnerable a position, Jenny was unable to prevent
nature taking its course. Virtually naked and playing
with herself in front of a stranger, as well as her
bound and gagged twelve year old daughter, dredged-up
its own unwanted arousal factor and even as her nipples
became increasingly taut and sensitive she found
herself blushing.
James caught her reddening cheeks. "Not all bad news,
is it Jen? Stripping in company can be quite a turn-on
eh? Don’t figure your daughter minds seeing her mom’s
nipples getting hard – probably wants to have a suck
herself." He laughed at his own insensitivity.
"May as well roll out the whole box and dice now
sweetheart," he rasped, wanking himself with rare
abandon. "Take your panties off and let’s see your
pussy. It’s yours or hers Jenny." He added, angling a
glance towards the shocked twelve-year old.
Sobbing with renewed vigor, she hooked her fingers in
the waistband and tugged her skimpy panties down to her
ankles where she let them slip off on to the carpet.
Denise could but stare at her mom’s nakedness and
dreadful vulnerability.
"Very, very nice m’dear," he whispered, staring at the
young mother from neck to knee as one might appraise a
two grand hooker on loan for the night. "Now, show your
little baby what naughty girls like you do when you’re
feeling a bit frisky."
"Please don’t make me do that," she begged.
Making no reply, he simply leaned across and tugged
Denise’s jeans to her knees, her underwear completely
exposed to all and sundry. Able to make out the inward
curve of the young girl’s vaginal ingress, he almost
forgot about Jenny’s presence. Simply staring up
between Denise’s legs he began pleasuring himself
further.
Frantic now, Jenny began fingering herself. How could
she be so wet she wondered?
"Here, watch me," she screamed out to him. James turned
around. He could feel his grip on cohesive thought
slipping, it was only a matter of time before he would
be unable to control the emerging titan.
The girl standing there was slipping her fingers so
hard up inside herself now he felt the onset of his own
launch countdown. In an instant he was across the room
and had Jenny on her back, his cock cruelly thrusting
up inside her. He didn’t hear her scream of shame and
discomfort, merely the pounding of his own blood
pressure as he fucked insensible the submissive form
beneath him.
Tears rolled down Denise’s face as she bore witness to
her mother’s rape and debasement not three meters from
where she lay prostrate and with her own clothing in
tempting disarray.
Not satisfied with having raped the woman, James needed
more. Pulling her up, he ordered her to get on her
knees. Cum was running out of her even as she got on
all fours, her rather compact rear end in line with her
young daughter’s now blurry vision.
He had it in her within seconds and Denise could but
watch, shattered and screaming silently as she watched
her mom’s complete humiliation.
The worst was not over.
Turning to Denise, he slapped her mother’s ass-cheeks
hard. "It’s OK sweetie, your mom is really enjoying
this – probably the best fuck she’s ever had. You might
wanna watch this though...little treat I had planned
for her."
Pulling out of her pussy, Jenny just knelt there un-
moving and semi-stunned. He continued groping her
breasts lewdly then with no warning, began to push a
finger inside her ass. Jenny began to shake her
head....
"No...not that, please!"
Denise, unable to comprehend what she was seeing, had
begun to shake her head in denial of the unfolding
spectacle.
Watching the girl’s tortured learning curve, James
grinned back at her. "Can’t stop progress kid. The Lord
giveth and the Lord taketh away!"
He pushed a centimetre or two inside the forbidden
channel.
"That hurts," Jenny sobbed, "Stop... please... Not with
my daughter watching."
She may as well have asked him to brush her hair
gently.
The next few centimetres really did hurt and Jenny felt
like she was being given an enema with a steel pipe. To
James though, this was bliss....fucking the dignity out
of every female slut that ever lived. He turned to look
at Denise.
"Watch you little cunt," he mumbled almost
incoherently, "Watch your mom’s ass getting fucked by a
professional." The tears were streaming down the
teenager’s face as she witnessed what no twelve-year
old should ever have to see.
No longer aware even of her nakedness, all Jenny knew
was a sea of pain. Sticky goo leaked from both fully
defiled orifices and ran down the inside of her legs as
she knelt there unmoving and crying forlornly.
She felt nothing, making no attempt even to prevent him
from further fondling her breasts as he took full
advantage of her weakened condition. He slipped a hand
up between her legs, allowing the mixed bodily fluids
to drip on to his fingers. He raised them to his mouth
sucking them slowly.
The mist was clearing, his game-plan returning. Getting
to his feet, he tossed a glance downwards at Jenny’s
ravaged body. Hand marks and scratches all over her
naked back, crimson areas of her ass cheeks where he
had spanked her in so undignified a display during his
final few spurts.
Cruelly pushing her flat on the carpet, he dragged her
arms behind her back and bound them swiftly with duct-
tape. "No more...please, no more," she begged him.
Turning her over he dragged her back towards the bed
where after some slight manoeuvering he managed to get
her alongside her daughter. Jenny’s breasts were
splotchy and bore clear evidence of the unwanted
therapy he had bestowed upon them.
Leaning to his left, he removed the duct-tape from
Denise’s mouth an untied her wrists. On second thoughts
he removed Jenny’s restraints too – no way she was
running out of a locked door. Besides, he had a plans!
Sensing that to scream would likely not be to her
advantage, she just stared at him, completely terrified
and shaking uncontrollably. Not even bothering to cover
up his erection that had yet to return to its normal
flaccid state, he merely tugged the young girl’s jeans
off and sat looking at her breathing heavily.
"Show me your tits kid," was all he said. Denise looked
horrified towards her mother.
"You promised," Jenny pleaded. "You promised...."
"Well, I think if we have the Court reporter read back
the transcript Jenny, you’ll find simply that "you
begged"...I promised nothing." He turned back to the
frightened young teenager. "Now show me your fucking
tits girl."
Shaking, she raised her arms and pulled her top off.
Jenny in that moment, lost all hope and just buried her
head in her hands. The sight of the twelve year old
sitting there in just her bra and panties was enough to
bring his erection back to its former glory. As she
unhooked the clasp at the front of her tiny bra, his
mouth dried up like the Utah Salt Flats at the prospect
of the coming vision.
The smallest of mounds slid into view, each surmounted
by the puffiest and as far as he could judge, sexiest
of girlish nipples it had been his pleasure ever to
recall.
"Now you see Jenny?" he leered, "That’s what I’m
talking about." So saying, he passed his hands across
the young girl’s chest, allowing himself the luxury of
contact with the softest of the soft. The small nipples
jiggled beneath his touch and as Denise began sobbing
at the shame of her exposure, he felt around each
nipple and callously began flicking them softly.
He inclined his head towards the teenager. "Hey
sweetie," he teased, "Don’t cry – pretty little tits
like these – you should be proud of them."
He was now fondling her either side with quite some
relish. At the point he began to rub his hand rapidly
across both mounds, the girl’s sudden intake of breath
and pleas for release from this demeaning treatment,
would have drawn from most men some skerrick of
sympathy. In James’ case however, so aroused was he at
the young girl’s helpless aspect, his need to possess
her more, simply intensified.
"Oh, you want your mummy Denise, do you?" he teased.
"Well here you go then." At this point he lifted her
beneath her armpits and shoved her back until she was
lying flush up against Jenny who herself was slumped
against the wooden bedhead.
"Now you can feel your mom’s titties behind you kid,
right? Feel nice don’t they?...Hey mom," he added,
"What say you have a little fondle of your daughter’s
sexy tits while I enjoy myself here." He had a hold of
his erection now and was wanking once again, in full
view of the terrified child. Jenny made no move to
comply, but at the point he retrieved the knife and
waved it threateningly towards Denise’s face, she
encircled her daughter’s waist and with pained
reluctance raised her hands towards the girl’s chest.
"That’s it Jen... don’t be shy," he encouraged her,
"Play with them," The disgust in her face was obvious,
but as her fingers closed-in upon her daughter’s
developing mounds, she started fondling the soft tissue
and rubbing the nipples between her thumb and
forefinger.
Denise gave a cry of utter shock as her mother’s
fingers intruded upon areas where no mom would normally
venture. Even the tears subsided as she glanced
downwards and watched fascinated as Jenny continued to
violate her most intimate of girlish possessions.
The view from James’ aspect one must say, was quite
without precedent, even given his awesomely debauched
experience. A twelve-year old little blonde temptress
stripped to her panties and hunched-up between her
naked mother’s legs – spread to accommodate her
daughter’s new-found locale, having her nipples
manipulated slowly. If he wasn’t mistaken, the young
girl’s curvy little hips were wriggling with unforced
pleasure from the sensations being afforded those perky
little nipples.
"Now, I want you to reach behind you Denise – just your
right hand sweetheart. Find your mom’s hot little pussy
and start fingering her." Jenny began shaking her head
and Denise – sobbing again.
"Oh sorry girls... wasn’t I forceful enough," he picked
up the knife with his free hand.
His erection took on a new-found strength as the girl’s
hand now inched its way behind her hips. He could see
from the shocked expression on Jenny’s face that
exploring fingertips had reached the holy of holies.
"Push right in Denise," he ordered. "Bit sticky in
there, but you’ll get used to it babe."
If this wasn’t the sight to end all sights," he was
understandably thinking.
Jenny’s hips themselves were reacting now to her
daughter’s enforced exploratories while she was needing
no further encouragement to continue fondling Denise’s
hot little mounds upon which both nipples were quite
obviously reacting to their maternal stimulation.
He was sure he heard a moan escape Jenny’s lips.
Working his erection in full view of both girls – this
was Christmas come early.
His voice wavering from his own exertions he gave one
final order.
"P-put your right hand in your daughter’s panties
Jenny, start fingering her hot little cunt for me."
"Nooooo," she wailed. "Don’t make me do that... not
that!"
Before James could even react, Denise looked upwards.
"It’s Ok... mom... he’ll only hurt us. You can do it to
me."
His eyes were glued to the progress of Jenny’s hand as
it inched its way inside the young girl’s light blue
cotton panties, her legs parted much to the same degree
as her mother’s. He wanked ferociously as he saw
clearly beneath the thin material, her fingers intrude
upon the girl’s virginal mound, gently parting her
labia and inserting what was probably her little finger
into what must have been right then, the hottest little
slit on God’s own earth..
Unable to suppress a gasp, Denise reacted by pushing
her own fingers further into her mother’s vagina. It
was just so hot there!
As Jenny began to gently rub her fingers up and down
her daughter’s pussy, James found reserves of cum he
couldn’t believe were still on site. Kneeling up, he
simply spurted a stream of hot white goo in an arc that
covered Denise’s face, her exposed breasts, the front
of her panties and both girl’s legs.
The mist returned.
Grabbing the child by the arms he wrenched her from her
mother’s grasp and just tossed her on her back where
she lay whimpering. Literally ripping the panties off
her now, he thrust his hands up between the girl’s legs
and began rubbing her fully hairless pussy with one
hand, her breasts with the other. She began to
scream... as did her mother, but he no longer cared.
Rape was the only thing on the agenda. When he had done
her, he would take Jenny again.
Forcing her legs apart, the head of his erection was
poised at the gates of the new kingdom. He pushed hard.
Unfortunately the gates were locked and as Denise
screamed out to her mother, he butchered her hymen with
firstly his fingers and then when all else failed, the
head of his penis.
So tight the channel, so red the blood.
Nothing mattered but raping this twelve year old
harlot. Fucking that virginal pussy till time ran out.
He had her legs now at something approaching one forty
degrees. Denise was screaming in pain, his own penile
skin rubbed raw by the friction inherent in tunnelling
between so narrow an entranceway. Another ten seconds -
he may have cum in her. The question will never be
answered.
Leaving his knife on the side of the bed really had
been a big mistake!
There was suddenly a lot more blood!
***
(c) Peter_Pan 2005 http://www.lulu.com/content/106537
http://www.lulu.com/content/166938
Published Autobiography:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1411624149/103-
9100383-4271056?v=glance&n=283155&n=507846&s=books&v=
glance
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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