Perverts 'R' Us

The Pedophile's Assistant

By: Phil Phantom


Connie knew she was dealing with a pedophile after the first time she
took her thirteen-year-old daughter to him to pose. Yes, he was a
professional with his own photography studio, and obviously successful, and
had contacts. He looked good and was good looking. He didn't look like a
pedophile. He looked legit, but he also looked at Tammy like a pedophile
would, even the first time. So why was she still taking Tammy to him seven
weeks later, now with twenty-one sessions under their belt, and all except
the first two involved nude, lewd, and crude poses with an aroused and
naked photographer. Why?

Connie couldn't answer that question except to say she wanted to more
than she didn't want to, and Tammy raised no objections, never complained,
never whined, never so much as raised an eyebrow at anything he wanted her
to do, or wanted to do to her, and some of those things hurt a little girl
in that part of a little girl that makes her a little girl and not a little
boy.

In part, Connie wanted to bring Tammy back to Greg because Tammy wanted
to go back to Greg because he was the only adult in her life who treated
her like a grown-up - a grown-up and experienced whore, but that was fine
with Tammy. Tammy liked Greg and Greg liked Tammy, but if left
unsupervised they'd be fucking without protection and Tammy could now get
pregnant. They would have been fucking from the fifth session on if Connie
would have just stepped out for ten minutes to smoke a cigarette.

They were a perfect match, Tammy and Greg - he a pedophile, she a
pedophile's dream girl - he in his late forties, she in her earliest teens
- fertile, fabulous, friendly, flirtatious, and looking ten or eleven - him
being big and masculine, her being small and feminine in a child-like way.
She didn't look like a young lady when she dressed in her finest; Tammy
looked like a child playing dress up. They made quite a picture - Greg and
Tammy - quite a few hundred. They could make one hell of a picture with no
spoiler along.

Connie didn't like playing the spoiler, but she felt she had to. Tammy
would end up pregnant if her mother didn't play spoiler. Them fucking
wasn't what bothered Connie. She could watch that under the right
circumstances, and had watched that quite often. The idea of them fucking
germinated and took root in the earlier sessions. Greg deflowered her
little pussy with objects that proved she could handle his eleven inches to
the balls. Greg managed to drive that point home until he got to drive his
cock home. He could fuck her hard and had done so to orgasm when she was
in a safe period of her fertility cycle. At the time, the little slut was
ready, willing, and able to take a large adult's hard pounding fuck, and
was dying to take one to orgasm. They could fuck, but most of the time,
Connie had to play the spoiler and see that he didn't deposit any seed
where it would fatten Tammy's tummy up.

Connie would love to put Tammy on the pill and be able to step out for a
smoke break during ovulation or the risky week before and after, maybe take
a long walk, do some shopping, stop back by, wait for them to finish
fucking, wipe Tammy's cunt, wrap her up, and stick her in the car. The
trouble was, Greg wanted her fertile and Tammy would not take the pills
because she also knew that he wanted to knock her up. He never came right
out and said that, but he was a pedophile who was into that shit. It went
without saying.

Greg had his special pedophile studio set up in the basement of his
home. From the fifth session and from then on, that was were they met for a
session, and basement sessions were not photo sessions. They were child
molestation sessions by mutual agreement with understandings and
restrictions. In that basement was a special room, his trophy room, where
all walls were adorned with young girls in late stages of pregnancy, in
lewd, crude, and vulgar poses, often having sex with man and beast, or
beastly objects that even Connie couldn't handle. Many were being fist
fucked in pussies and asses. He had one set of twins that he wore like
very odd boxing gloves that he called his slut kitten mittens.

He also had some post pregnancy girls nursing babies on nipples, clits,
dicks, even dog dicks. Some babies nursed on cum-covered tits or
cum-drenched clits. Some nursed on real bitches. One bitch nursed a
litter of three infant humans - quite bizarre. Mother/daughter sex was
common as were gang bangs, golden showers, bondage, bizarre bestiality
(snakes, eels, frogs, a pony, polywogs by the score), anything and
everything was depicted very professionally.

He was quite proud of his gallery of pedo porn, and seemed to have quite
a pedo fan club following, both male and female. The photographs suggested
that after winning a trophy mother and daughter, he threw them to the fans
and said, "Have a ball." They both knew what he was into, and what the fans
were into, but they still kept right on going, and each time Connie was
faced with the decision, she'd swear, just this one last time and then
that's it. Why?

Part of the reason was Greg. Connie liked seeing him naked and erect.
He was a hunk, a well-hung hunk, but he only had eyes for the young. He
may as well be gay for all the good it did her. He had a magnificent cock,
a cock they model the large size dildos from, a cock that looked so good
that women reached for that type first though it was a bit too large for
masturbating in comfort. She liked watching him stroke himself, rub his
cock on her daughter's naked body, penetrate her little body, and cum on
her body, trying to cum in her body, or manually put cum in her body.
Keeping sperm out of Tammy's pussy was what a spoiler tried her best to do,
but that was about all Connie tried her best to do.

Playing spoiler is a wet and messy job and often required that the
spoiler handle Greg's magnificent cock, to actually grasp it and move it,
sometimes to pull it out of a little girl's pussy, so the spoiler could put
it where it belonged, like in her ass or mouth where it would do no harm.
Connie didn't mind jacking him off in those holes. She didn't mind that
one bit, and didn't mind jacking him off in her pussy during safe weeks.
The trouble was, most sessions were scheduled on unsafe days with sessions
running back to back over the four days of ovulation.

Another reason to go - Connie liked seeing and being intimately involved
with her daughter's pussy. She liked watching Tammy get fucked by stuff,
especially in her cute little pussy. That was why he got to fuck Tammy
with stuff in the first place, especially in her cute little pussy. Mommy
didn't spoil that. Tammy had a cute and lovely, puffy, clam of a pussy
that Connie had no choice but to get very intimate with. A spoiler must
get all the sperm out - she must. The process would often make Tammy
squirm and giggle. Tammy loved having her mommy play with her pussy, and
especially loved watching her try to drag sperm cells out, one at a time by
the tail if necessary. In that regard, Connie was a good mother.

Connie didn't feel like a good mother. She felt like a pedophile's
assistant. She never intended to get this close to the subject. All she
wanted was to get close enough to peer over the edge of the pedophilia pit.
She didn't want to fall in, dragging an innocent daughter with her What she
ended up doing was walking in down basement steps clear to the bottom while
being led by an eager daughter, there to take a long look around and get a
complete education. After the fifth session, she knew exactly where
sessions six, seven, eight through twenty-one and beyond would ultimately
lead, and still they kept going with each session taking them another step
closer to a place on the wall.

Greg had the place all picked out and cleared with Tammy's name over it
- a prominent place, larger than the rest. Already, there were shots
posted from some of their better sessions. Just as with the others, they
began mild and built to the heavy stuff in the last months of pregnancy and
for a few months following pregnancy. What happened to the subjects after
that bothered Connie a great deal. Were they simply released so he could
go after another set of mother and daughter or daughters, or were the
witnesses disposed of, fucked to death, drowned in piss, fed to hungry
dogs. How could he allow people to walk around with knowledge of the room.
Hell, they could walk around and find Jesus, then point out sinners.

While contemplating the tenth session, Connie had to know, went to Greg
at his downtown studio, and demanded to know. Either she know or there
would be no tenth session. Greg drove her back to the gallery, had her
select a girl, then drove her to the girl's home. Connie met the girl and
her mother. The baby was now three years old. All looked normal enough,
healthy enough. The girl had just gotten home from high school cheerleader
practice and was both happy and surprised to see Greg, running up to give
him a big hug. She ignored her child. The child was more the mother's
child, just another sibling in a house full of them. The purpose of the
visit was never explained, just a social call.

The mother was also friendly with Greg, friendly to the point of calling
out her nine-year-old daughter for Greg to have a look at. That was as
close as anything came to being pedophilish, Greg looking this child over
like a pedophile would, and the child posing for it like she wanted a good
pedophile in her life. His hand went up her dress in front to flatten over
her lower belly as she thrust her lower belly out. His other hand firmly
cupped her little ass to apply pressure and keep her from toppling
backward. He slid his hand up to feel her flat chest, then slipped it down
inside her panties to feel and finger her pussy with the mother saying, "I
think this one will start early. What do you think? You're the expert."

He looked like the expert. Greg kept a finger or two in the child while
saying, "Could be. Call me as soon as she starts bleeding and I'll get it
stopped."

Connie was amazed but not too shocked, not after seeing the pictures of
the other daughter and all the things she did. The mother was in many of
those. That was one reason Connie picked that trophy. She wanted to see
the mother and the daughter. Mostly, she wanted to see both alive. They
were very much alive and looked none the worse for wear. Connie left that
house feeling like it was okay to take Tammy to just one last session.
Connie was sure she could handle one more, but then he had to go and put a
pickle in her pussy, kept her all through the session with a pickle in her
pussy, and sent her home with a pickle in her pussy. Connie had to dig
deep to pull a pickle out of her wriggling, giggling daughter's pussy
before she could tuck her in:

"Okay, just one more, but that will be the very last session we go to,
Tammy. Now, get some sleep. You are already up way past your bed
time...no, I am not going to eat this disgusting pickle. I am going
straight to the toilet to flush it. Now, lay your head down and go to
sleep."

She ate the pickle. She flushed the toilet and then ate the pickle.
She sucked on the pickle, flushed the toilet, then sat on the toilet and
fucked herself with the pickle the way Greg fucked Tammy with the pickle
for four fucking hours. She sucked, fucked, sucked, fucked, sucked and
then ate the pickle. That was the best pickle Connie ever ate - not bad
for a slightly fishy tasting, man's-fuck-finger-size, body-temperature,
Kosher Dill - not bad at all. At first, it tasted like recently ex-virgin
Kosher Dill. You don't get better pickles than that.

Now she faced the prospect of yet another session and another step
closer to the wall - step twenty-two. Some took three, some took
thirty-three. Most took ten to twenty. Greg told Connie she was coming
along nicely, that the daughters were always easy. The mothers were always
difficult, but not to worry, he was a patient man. However long it took,
as long as she'd keep taking steps, they would eventually get there, and he
told her that as they studied the walls of his trophy room the very first
time, before session five actually got underway.

She should have taken Tammy by the hand and marched right back up those
steps, but the victim was already naked and tied the way he wanted her - on
her back, legs in the splits, totally helpless. Connie did the stripping
and the tying. She may as well let him get his dirty pictures. They'd be
good. He had a good place for them.

As they studied one of the more bizarre pictures of a girl not much
older than Tammy, about eight months along, sucking on a large dog's dick
being held in a mother's fist, he had the audacity to say, "One day, when
you're ready, you'll guide my hard cock to the right hole and deposit my
seed where it will do some good."

And then he took out his hard cock and placed her hand on it. The
nerve! Connie closed her fist around it, squeezed it, gave it a few easy
pumps, then looked to him and said, "Like this?"

He said, "Slow and easy at first, but gradually step up the tempo until
your fist is banging her cunt."

"Like this?"

"Easy. I don't want to waste this load on the wall. That's it. Nice
and easy. Okay, now lead me to your sexy daughter and let's see if Mommy
is ready."

Connie left session five resolved to never take another step. Jacking
that degenerate man off on her daughter's helplessly bound body was just a
bit too much. The sixth session was worse. She jacked him off in Tammy's
mouth - twice. Connie swore off pedophilia assisting after doing that,
then swore off it again after the seventh session where she jacked Greg off
in Tammy's mouth and pussy (a safe day), but that was absolutely the last
straw - no more - no way - that's final. At session number eight, Connie
jacked Greg off in Tammy's asshole three times. That was THE last and
final straw. No more of that shit, so at the ninth session, Greg fucked
Tammy in the ass with no assistance from Connie.

She showed him - all throughout that session, she showed him. Except
for retying Tammy in different positions so that he could fuck her in the
ass in different positions, or holding her while he fucked her in the ass,
she hardly assisted at all. She wasn't about to touch that shitty dick,
and that child molester's dick had poor little Tammy's shit all the way to
the root. She did wash it for him after a good hard fucking, and she did
help him get erections so he could do more hard butt fucking. She would
guide a clean cock into Tammy's asshole, and stay with it until it got too
dirty, but other than that, Connie offered no assistance in the repeated
and continual anal rape of her daughter. Mostly, she just watched her
daughter getting fucked in the ass by a pedophile for over three hours.

She took Tammy home with over three feet of linked pork sausage stuffed
up her ass. Connie had to pull all that out before she could tuck Tammy
in. That was as it should be since she was the one who stuffed Tammy like a
Christmas goose, putting the last thumb-size link in her pussy because it
simply would not fit up her ass and had to be inside her body. Greg
insisted that all twelve links go inside Tammy. One had to go in the
pussy. Connie didn't suck on the links that went up Tammy's ass, but did
resolve to never, never, ever go there again...unless he could assure her
that his victims did survive the wall. Then maybe...once more...just one
more step closer.

At the tenth, Greg took Tammy's cherry with a pickle on a stick. The
steps became easier after watching that. Connie no longer had a virginity
to look out for, only a womb that needed a spoiler. After session number
ten, Connie had a daughter who had been thoroughly fucked in every hole.
What she had was a little three-holer slut who would do tricks to get her
pussy on a pickle and beg to get her pussy on a cock the size of a
cucumber. At session eleven, she did just that, to the balls, but session
eleven was also a safe session. Greg fucked the shit out of her all
through session eleven.

Sessions twelve through eighteen were not safe. Connie played spoiler,
especially during the peak of ovulation sessions numbers fourteen through
seventeen. He still got to put his dick in her pussy, but not without the
spoiler's hand on it and the other had him by the balls. Still, there were
close calls and mishaps which were mostly the spoiler's fault. Getting
through those risky and very risky sessions was tough on Connie. She
sweated that next period, but the blood flowed right on schedule. What a
relief.

Session twenty-two would begin another risky cycle, a prelude to another
four-day marathon that would test a mother's resolve. The trouble was,
Connie didn't think she could make it through another and had twenty-one
steps under her belt to finally convince her that taking another step only
got easier, not harder. Connie faced a wall. The only question was,
approach it in baby steps or go bounding toward it and leap onto it. After
accepting the inevitable, one part of her wanted to just get it over with
while another knew she could never live with herself if she didn't drag her
feet until they were both hung on the wall like the trophies they were - as
it should be.

Either way he'd get what he was after, and if she ever found Jesus,
she'd run the other way. At some point, an assistant becomes an
accomplice, and Connie felt like she may have crossed that line way back at
session number nine when she helped him rape her daughter's little fucking
ass. She didn't assist. She strapped on a dildo and helped out. Between
them, they raped the fuck out of the little bitch. The little bitch loved
it, but still, they did rape the fuck out of a little girl's ass.
Responsible adults should know better. Of course, they did exactly what
was expected of two pedophiles with a little girl's ass at their mercy.

It was one hour until they were due to leave for session number
twenty-two. Connie was ready, but Tammy was still primping. Connie felt
the urge to interrupt Tammy's primping to set her down for a
mother/daughter heart-to-heart but knew that would be a waste of breath.
No way would Tammy turn away from that wall. From the moment she saw that
disgusting filth, she wanted up there. She wanted to be a star, the best
Greg ever nailed, a prize trophy. If her mother tried to spoil everything
for her, she would be holy hell to try to live with.

That was another reason Connie kept taking Tammy to Greg. Tammy
dragged. He was right. The girls were easy and a huge cock didn't frighten
them away, quite the contrary. They were all willing to suffer to take it
all. Tammy suffered horribly but never once tried to get him to stop or
even ease up. Connie did for all the good it did, but Greg knew best how
to ream-out an asshole or pussy. There was just no getting around the
suffering. Little girls just weren't built to take that much cock. Hell,
Connie wasn't built to take that much cock. A pony isn't built for that
much cock, but her little girl took it to the balls in all three holes.

No, there was no point in discussing this with Tammy, not now, not after
all her suffering. That was all behind her. She now had a body custom
tailored to Greg. In any hole, they fit like a hand in a snug glove.
Connie had only herself to talk to, only herself to blame. She couldn't
even lay any on Greg. He was up-front and above board from the fifth
session on. He played by any rules she laid down and waited on her to come
around with the only stipulation being that each step had to be a step
closer to the wall. She came to each session prepared to go a step farther
than before, and he got to decide how to step. By agreement, she had to
accept that step.

He could have forced the final step in that way, but he wanted her to
take that final step on her own, and that final step had to come during a
risky or very risky period in Tammy's fertility cycle. After that, they
would be partners in getting Tammy knocked up, and Connie agreed to those
terms at the fifth session, then sealed that deal by stripping naked,
kneeling and kissing his balls while on all fours like a dog. Of course
she only entered that agreement so she could seal it, but that was neither
here nor there, a deal is a deal. The balls had been kissed.

The balls had been kissed very well and often, as every session ended
with the ceremonial kissing of the child molester's balls by the kneeling
naked mother. Connie kissed over every bit of scrotum surface clear back
to the asshole, then licked, even sucked balls into her mouth. After the
tenth session, she also licked and sucked his tired and spent appendage,
often wet with her daughter's vaginal secretions. His balls were always
sopping wet from slapping her little darling in the cunt.

The parting formalities were generally a ten-minute ordeal that Tammy
found most amusing because it gave her the opportunity to play with, fuck
with, torment, tease, and use her mouth on her mother's pussy and asshole
at a time when her mother couldn't do or say a damn thing about it. She
had to keep her knees two feet apart and take it whatever IT was, and at
some point, IT would be a dog. They had seen the pictures. Until Rover
showed up, she'd have to settle for a fist fucking from her child. They
had seen those pictures, too. Connie kept coming back, in part, for more
parting ceremonies.

Connie had a lot on her mind as the minutes ticked by toward session
twenty-two and parting scene number seventeen. Rover was bound to show up
this time. Greg even hinted by calling her a bitch, a good bitch, but the
bitch wasn't lost on her. He never called her a bitch before. He often
referred to Tammy as a little bitch, but seemed to be saving the term for
the mother bitch to be used as an effective hint at a key session.
Clearly, he thought twenty-two would do the trick. Connie wasn't sure he
wasn't right. She couldn't sink much lower, stop, or go back.

With twenty minutes to go, Tammy came out in a pretty dress, looking
very pretty. She wore nothing else and proved that when showing how well
she shaved her pussy. Connie felt the shave because she was expected to
thoroughly feel the shave; besides, she wanted to. While checking the
shave, Tammy said, "I didn't shave inside the slit, Mom."

Connie stopped stroking her finger through the oily slit and drew her
hand out, saying, "I know that. I just wanted to see how ready you were."

"Well, you just made me readier. Wanna finger fuck me so I'll be ready
to fuck?"

"Tammy, please, not here. Save that language and behavior for Greg's
basement. We discussed that. We leave that sordid business in the
basement."

"It just looked to me like you wanted to. I wouldn't mind bringing it
out of the basement. I wouldn't mind doing you. I'll use my tongue if you
want. Would you like that?"

"Tammy, please."

"Do you mean please do or please stop?"

"Please stop. Look, I know you're having an easy time of this but I'm
not. We shouldn't be doing this. I should be preventing this not
assisting this."

"I know, but it's too late, now. You can't stop, now, Mom."

"I know, Tammy, believe me, I know."

"We're going all the way, right?"

"I'm sure we will one day."

"Promise!"

"Yes, I promise."

"Swear ta god and hope ta die?"

"Yes, we'll get there. You have my word."

"All the way, anything he wants?"

"Yes, anything he wants."

She beamed and said, "Great! You're going to get fucked by a dog. I'll
betcha tonight."

"Tammy, I said not here. You save that trash talk for the base...oh,
what's the use."

Tammy hopped up on her mom's lap and threw both arms around her neck,
getting nose to nose to say, "Are you going to be a good bitch and let the
doggie fuck you?"

"Yes, I'll let the doggie fuck me, but you make sure he fucks the right
hole."

"Which one's the right hole?"

"You know very well which of my holes is the right hole."

Tammy grinned. She did. She looked impishly and said, "Mom, my pussy
is dying for sperm. You gotta get lots of sperm in it and leave it in
there. You gotta stop torturing me."

"I'm not ready for that Tammy, and we're now into an unsafe period."

Tammy sat up and looked serious as she aid, "Well, you better get ready
or that mutt's cock is going up your asshole and I'm getting under you to
chew on your clit while he's fucking you in the ass. I'll show you what
eating pussy really is, and you won't like it."

"Tammy! You can't be serious."

"Yeah! Try me. If you torture me, I'm going to torture you."

"I just may not go, then."

"You'll go. In ten minutes we'll both go. [hopping down] I want to
brush my hair some more. You think about what I just said. You think hard
about it. If you like your clit where it is, you remember what I told you.
Stop torturing me." With that, the adorable little monster flounced off.

Connie did think about it while rubbing her clit where she liked it.
She wanted her clit to remain right where it was. Tammy just took the
weight of the world off a mother's shoulders. The only thing holding
Connie back was how Tammy may look back on this sordid adventure as an
adult. She just assumed full responsibility. No mother could be expected
to risk a clit much less lose it. Tammy was dead serious. She'd try to
chew the fucker off. She was through being tortured, tormented, and
teased. What a relief. Connie was just getting her nut when Tammy came out
and saw that her mother made a wise decision. After the nut, Tammy knelt
and kissed the clit, then smiled up and said, "I sure know how to get
through to you, don't I?"

While watching Tammy licking the fleshy clit nicely, Connie said while
spreading her legs and the lips with fingers, "Yes, you certainly do. I'll
see that you get all the sperm he can muster, and I won't be trying to get
any out. I'll be stuffing sperm in."

Connie put all of her clit out in the open in a wide oval of coral-pink
vaginal interior meat, effectively placing her defenseless clit at the
mercy of a daughter high on power. Tammy couldn't resist taking the whole
clit in her teeth, baring her fangs, and biting down just hard enough to
get her painful message across. Connie endured the fairly hard bite and
tug while still holding herself open, making no attempt to defend herself,
no begging, no pleading, no crying out. She kept the clit at Tammy's mercy
and for that received another painful bite along with several more painful
tugs before Tammy smilingly eased off and gave a few nice licks.

Tammy then said, "Now, you know what I can do. You better fuck that
doggie real good if you want licks instead of bites. I'll lick a good
bitch, but I'll bite a bad one, and you're getting fucked in the ass,
bitch. You better learn to like it. If I can, so can you."

That as true.

Tammy stood and took her mother by the hand, saying, "Come on, bitch.
We gotta get you bred. Let me see you wag your tail like a bitch in heat
who knows she's going to get bred by a real handsome stud dog with a great
big cock."

Connie wagged her tail. That made Tammy smile. Connie smiled, too,
behind her daughter's back as she was being dragged along. Just inside the
door of Greg's house, they were met by a gathering which included dogs.
The faces looked familiar. Greg came up to Connie and said, "I think it's
time we stop playing games. I think you're ready to be a good bitch. Take
off your clothes and get down on your all fours - BITCH!"

Connie began removing her clothes. You can imagine the rest.

The End

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CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex
practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with open
sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex,
body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of
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are because they can all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with
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