Perverts 'R' Us

Sex Offenders Unite

by Willowall ( M+/f, violent rape )

WARNING ... This story contains graphic descriptions of sex among adults and minors. If you find this offensive stop reading now.

This story is entirely fictional and any similarity between persons and events depicted in it and actual persons and events is purely coincidental. The story is pure fantasy and none of the events described herein are practiced, advocated or condoned by the author.

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CHAPTER 1

Since getting out of San Quentin a year ago, 40 year old Leroy Jones' life had been practically unbearable. His family wanted nothing to do with him. He couldn't get a job. He wasn't dating, and since he had no money, he couldn't even afford to rent a pussy. He thought many times of going back to his old ways, a life of crime, but when he was in prison he promised himself that once he got out, he was never going back. No, Leroy Jones was gonna live life right.

It was May 14th, and Leroy was spending the day like he always spent his days: sitting on the couch watchin' the tube. Jerry Springer was on. The show had some guy on who was confessing to his daughter that he was fucking her best friend, and then when the best friend came out and said she was pregnant, the daughter kicked her in the stomach. Leroy laughed. He always laughed when young girls were in pain. That's what landed him in Quentin.

There was a knock on the door. Leroy ignored it, but the person kept knocking.

"Ah, shit. Can't even watch my goddam show."

He went to the door and opened it.

"Yeah, what you want?"

A white guy in his mid-twenties was standing in front of him with a nervous look on his face. He was your average Gen-X white guy, wearing baggy shorts and a t-shirt. The shirt had a photo of Pamela Anderson on it squeezing her huge tits, with the words "Got Milk" printed above her head and wet spots on her nipples.

"Uhm, Mr. Jones?"

"Yeah."

"Hi, my name's Jason. I'd like to talk to you, can I come in a minute?"

The big black man let him in and told him to sit down on the couch.

"This might sound strange, but just hear me out," said Jason, who was so nervous he was shaking.

"Uhm, I was checking the records down at the police department and I saw that you're registered as a sex offender."

"Yeah, what of it," he said. He was starting to get upset.

"No. no. It's cool. Wait a minute," Jason said, trying to calm him down. "The reason I'm here is because I know how the community can be real tough on guys like you, and I just wanted to let you know, man-to-man, that I think it is just TOTALLY COOL what you did."

There was an awkward silence for a moment as Jason wondered if the guy was gonna punch him or pull out a gun and blast him away.  Then Leroy cleared his throat and spoke.

"Well, I don't know what to say. Thanks. That means a lot."

Jason breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, I mean it. I mean, hey, to be totally honest with you, there are times when all I can think about is how much I want to rape some chick I see. I mean, I just haven't had the guts to do it. But you -- man, I was reading up on you and you REALLY had some fun in your time!"

Both of the men chuckled nervously.

"Yeah, I guess I did. I guess I did."

"I read that you raped something like eight chicks."

"Well, I got CAUGHT for doing eight, but there MIGHT have been a few more." He had a sly grin on his face.

Jason was in awe.

"And some of them were like 13 years old? Is that right?"

Leroy admitted that yeah, he had raped not only a 13 year old, but a 10 year old too.

"Wow, I wish I could have been there!" said Jason.

"So, you like that young stuff do? A nice white boy like you?"

Red-faced, Jason said, "Yeah, Leroy, I got to admit I do!"

At that, both of them broke out into laughter. Leroy hadn't felt so good about himself in a long time. Imagine, to actually be PRAISED for all the rapings he's done! And for Jason, this was the first time he'd ever told anyone about his darker fantasies, it was a great relief for him.

"Want a beer Jason?"

"Sure, man, I'd love one."

While Leroy went to the kitchen, Jason watched TV. The father of the pregnant girl walked on stage and announced that he was fucking the OTHER guys daughter.

At that, the first father stood up and actually spat on his daughter's face. Leroy walked in just in time to see the spit land in the girl's eyes.

"Hah, now there's a brother. Hey, Jason, you want to see something?"

"What is it?"

"It's a picture I got off the Internet. I printed it out and hung it up in the bathroom. I'll go get it."

After a minute he came back with a photo showing a girl about 13 years old tied to a toilet with three streams of piss aimed at her face.

"Will you take a look at that? It's a beaut isn't it?"

Jason's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head.

"Yeah, I call her my toilet slave. Every time I piss, there she is staring out at me," he chuckled.

"So, have you ever done that to a chick, Leroy?"

"No, that's one of the few things I haven't done."

"You gonna?"

"Well, I'd like to, but no. No. That shit is behind me."

"Oh, come on, Leroy. It can't be behind you."

"No. No. it is."

"Leroy, look. There's another reason I came here today."

"Yeah?"

"Leroy, I really want to get some of this action for myself, but I'm kind of scared, you know. And I was just... well, you know, I figured that if you were ever gonna rape another chick, that maybe you'd let me in on it."

Leroy just looked at him with a devillish grin on his face, not really sure what to say.

"Well, I don't know, Jason. I'd really like to help you out, but --"

"So, do it then."

Leroy thought for a minute then let out a breath of air.

"What do you have in mind?" he asked. He was warming up to the idea.

"Well, what I was thinking," Jason said with a gleam coming to his eyes, "Was... You must know a lot of guys who have been in prison for sex offenses.."

"Yeah," Leroy replied, "We got pretty close in prison. The other guys always liked us telling about the bitches we busted open. Why?"

"What if you contacted your buddies? The ones that are out of prison, I mean, and got them to meet us at this warehouse I own."

Leroy looked at Jason suspiciously, "What for?"

"We could start a club," Jason said, "A club consisting of rapists and child molesters. We could use that warehouse for our meetings and make plans there."

"Plans? What kind of plans?"

"Plans to rape some bitches, that's what plans!"

Leroy snorted, "I told you that those days are over! I can't take the chance of getting caught and going back to prison."

"Just think," Jason said in a softly, convincing voice, "A whole club of men whose only purpose is to rape some little cunts and show them what they were placed on this earth for. And I don't think we need to worry about the police, because I've already lined up some police buddies of mine who are gung ho for this. They can keep their brother cops off of us."

"Shit!" Leroy exclaimed, "You've really got this thing planned out don't you?"

"Yes I do." Jason said, "This has been a driving desire of mine for years now. I've got the addresses and telephone numbers of all the registered sex offender in this area. I've contacted quite a few of them, explained the whole ideal to them and they've agreed to join us."

"We can get up to 20 guys I'm thinking," Jason said, "and then we pay a visit to the elementary school down the street. And we break those little bitches in right."

"Aw man," Leroy sighed, "The brothers would love to rape a couple of white preteens."

"Well then," Jason pressed on, "See who you can get on board and then we'll meet a week from today."

Jason handed Leroy a card with an address on it. Leroy held it as though it was a loaded gun.

As Jason turned to go he said, "Just think, in one week we'll be on the way to the biggest mass raping this burg has ever seen."

CHAPTER 2

One week later, at around 2:00 in the afternoon, the parking lot in front of an old warehouse in Denver started to fill up with cars. There were Mercedes Benz's, pick-up trucks, a crappy old Oldsmobile from the '70s, several mini-vans and a sports car or two. Every driver was male.

Jason's plan to get 20 guys together grew into much more. He had contacted close to 50, and all of them were interested in joining his club.

As they filed into the warehouse and took their seats they introduced themselves to each other. Young black gang members shook hands with 50 year old white professionals. Mexicans shook hands with Asians. Fathers shook hands with other fathers. Rich. Poor. Big. Large. Smart. Stupid. They were all there, and though they were vastly different from each other in many respects, they all shared one thing in common.

"What do we want?" shouted Jason.

"PUSSY!" shouted the crowd.

"When do we want it?"

"NOW."

"All right, gentleman. I'm glad you came. I've already had a chance to talk to each of you privately, so you all know why we're here. Let's cut through the crap and just get to the plan."

For the next 20 minutes or so, Jason and the gang of 50, all discussed their plan of attack on the school. At the end they were all required to cast a vote, and the plan passed with unanimous approval. There was a lot of hooting and hollering going on, they were so jazzed about what they were going to do.

"All right, gentlemen. Can I have your attention?"

They quieted down and listened to Jason.

"Now, since our attack is still a while off, I didn't want you to all come down here and leave frustrated. I figure we might as well start having fun now! So, I've got something for us! Leroy, bring her out!"

Her name was Christina Adams. She was the 16 year old daughter of Leroy's boss before he was sent to prison. She had gorgeous straight, blonde hair that flowed just past her shoulder. Her ass was nice and tight and her legs were long, and slender. She had a beautiful pair of perky, round tits. She was wearing a halter top and an pair of jean cut-offs. The last thing she remembered was going to her car to go to work, and just when she was about to put the key in the door, she had been grabbed from behind, a sweet smelling rag had been placed over her face and she had awoke in this bare room with a metal locked door. Leroy remembered the time the cops had come to his work to arrest him and how her father had reacted.

"Leroy? yeah I figured him for a troublemaker. Rape you say? Don't surprise me. I knew that no good nigger was bound to get in trouble."

He remembered the sneer on his face as they had led Leroy away in handcuffs. Well now, his precious daughter was gonna pay the price for his words.

The door to her room was thrown open and Leroy stood there, an imposing figure of black manhood. "Please," she whined, "What am I doing here? What do you want?"

Without a word Leroy grabbed the bitch and dragged her kicking, fighting and screaming out into the room where the 50 horny men waited.

"She's all yours, fellas!" he shouted, "Rape the shit out of the cunt! I wanna see if she can last through 50 rapes!"

Christina screamed louder as powerful hands grabbed her. Her halter top was ripped from her body and her shorts were pulled off her squirming legs. A man grabbed her head and mashed his lips down on hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth while another man tore her bra from her chest revealing her tits in all their glory.

"Man," one of the men exclaimed, "Lookit the titties on this bitch! I wanna suck on them until milk comes out!"

Her panties were shredded from her and Christina cried as she felt herself pushed to the floor on her hands and knees. They were going to rape her! Her head spun with that realization! She was at the mercy of 50 men!

Rough hands seized her and spread her legs wide. She muttered "No...No...No.." over and over again as she felt a burning sensation in her asshole.

A thick, black cock was shoved into her mouth as the pressure in her behind grew. The cock in her mouth was thrusting in and out and she thought she would wretch from the taste of it. The man grabbed her ears and pulled her head to him, so that his black cock drove down her throat.

"Take it, you fucking whore!"

Oblivious to her gagging and choking, he began to face fuck the helpless girl with great force.

Suddenly mind bending sheets of pain flared from her asshole as a huge mass was shoved into her rectum, spreading her tissues apart and a fullness that threatened to split her apart moved farther into her bowels.

She couldn't scream with her throat plugged with a thick cock, but the shaking of her body as the two men plowed into her told the other men of the pain she was feeling at this brutal raping.

The man raping her ass grabbed her hips and thrust himself again and again into her tight, fleshy depths. He could see her anal blood staining his cock as he plunged it in and out and knew that he was the first man in her delicious ass, and that he had ripped her open.

Christina couldn't believe the pain coming from her torn ass. It felt like a log was ramming into her guts as the brutal sodomization continued.

The cock in her throat seemed to plow right into her chest. She couldn't breathe, and his cruel hands were twisting her ears as he fucked into her mouth. Her lips were stretched wide as his fuck tool plunged in and out. Suddenly she felt a huge wad of slimy, disgusting jism oozing down her throat. She gagged even more as the hot string of sperm slithered down her oral passage on its way to her stomach.

No sooner had the man removed his spent cock then another one had taken its place.

The man fucking her ass let out a groan and she could feel a burning wetness filling her bowels and knew he had come. Bitter tears of shame flowed from her eyes as his foul seed seeped from her ripped-out ass.

"Ain't no use crying yet, little girl, you still got plenty more raping coming your way!" Leroy laughed.

CHAPTER 3

It was a few hours later when they pulled the unconscious Christina down from the harness. Her bloody and beaten body was loaded into a van and driven off. The last of the club had left, leaving only Jason and Leroy. They talked while cleaning up the mess.

"Well, a week from tonight is the big night." Jason said, as he put the baseball bats and rope in the supply closet.

"Yeah," Leroy answered, "I just wonder if everything's been thought of. We have to be careful, I don't want to go back to prison."

"Don't worry." Jason said, waving Leroy off with his hand. "It's all taken care of. The principal of the school was here tonight. You heard him. He's got us covered. He'll make sure we have a way in and that all the doors are locked and that nobody will go in or out until we'll done. He said we're to go to the gym and he will have arranged to have at least 6 girls there, between the ages of 10 and 12."

"Oh man," Leroy sighed, "I can't wait to get some little white virgin meat. But, what about the principal? What does he get out of this? I mean, with 50 guys all fucking the little girls, there's not much chance that they will remember our faces. But they'll remember if the principal of the school is there."

"Oh he'll get what he wants." Jason assured Leroy.

"There's something he wants out of all this, you can be sure of that. And you can be sure I'll make sure he gets it."

"Shit," Leroy thought for a minute..."If there's as many of us as there was tonight, with 6 girls, they'll each have to be fucked at least 8 times apiece. Man, this is going to be wicked!"

"You bet it is Leroy.....you bet it is.."

CHAPTER 4

The week couldn't pass quickly enough for the club, and they met frequently to discuss and finalize plans.

At last the time had come, it took several vans to convey the 50 or so men to the school.  It was after hours and there wasn't a soul in sight. The men quickly hurried into the school via the doors the principal had laid out for them and soon all of them were in the hallway....the gym right ahead of them.

Jason sent two men ahead to scout and make sure the coast was clear. The principal had told them that he had arranged to have a group of girls stay after school to discuss plans for a volleyball team. He said that they had two hours until the bus would arrive to get the girls to take them home. They had to fuck the girls and get out in that length of time. The two men came back and assured them that all was clear and the men moved ahead, rushing into the gym.

Principal Snyder hadn't lied. There looking at them with wide eyes of surprise were 6 delightfully young girls. They were all wearing the school uniform of white blouses, plaid skirts and knee socks. They had blonde hair, black hair, red hair...all little white babies soon to be the recipients of the brutal men's lust.

With the girls was their gym teacher, Ms. Sandusky. She was a fresh faced 22 year old teacher just out of college. Her hair was a cute bob of strawberry blonde hair and in her shorts and t-shirt the men could tell she had a hard, tight, athletic body.

The men, whooping and hollering began to descend on the frightened little girls. Some of them ran to the doors leading to the locker rooms only to find them locked. Ms. Sandusky attempted to intervene between some of the men and the students, but a big meaty fist to her gut sent her to her knees and dissuaded her from that. She screamed as a hand clutched her hair and began to drag her off.

The men began grabbing little girls and the mass rape was on.

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To be continued.

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