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The Watcher part 1 Pedo coerc ws semi nc
I am the watcher. I see things around us that maybe others do not see.
I go unnoticed by others, unseen by anyone. I stopped for a time to watch
specific instances in time, and once satisfied I move on to watch again. I
had been watching this place for a while, watching the watcher.
He was a middle-aged man. Quite handsome really, but he had let himself
go a little for this particular hunt. He was a hunter, a very experienced
one too. Although his prey was not true game, it was in fact little girls.
He wasn't really a rapist or cruel to his prey once captured, he preferred
a more coerced or willing conquest. He was definitely a pervert though, he
loved to watch them hoping to catch a glimpse of knickers or if he was
really lucky even a little pussy. He had picked this very spot for this.
You see he had packed his tent, bought some very casual clothes, as a suit
and tie were his normal attire, and let his beard grow although he kept it
neatly trimmed. He had also brought some camouflage equipment and
binoculars, he used for bird watching. Although these were a different
type of bird, he was always well prepared for any scenario. If the
authorities saw him he could explain away his presence there, and also his
manner of attire. He'd scoped out this place along time ago. It was one
of those places young children thought as their own domain, it was not cool
enough for the older kids to go to and too far off the beaten track for the
adults. It had been a footpath at the back of a large church and cemetery
originally, but with the building of new houses, and the widening and
moving of roads it had been forgotten by most. Except that is the small
children that built swings and dens in the trees and bushes. It wasn't too
far from houses, but far enough not to be seen.
He'd been saving his holidays all year just for this trip. Chosen this
spot from many he had researched. It had in fact taken him nearly two
years to choose this spot. Far enough away from his home to avoid being
recognised, and familiar enough for him to know quick exit and entrances.
He had set up camp close enough to the swings and dens to observe them, but
far enough away not to seem to be a threat. He made no attempt to
communicate with any of the children he saw the first few days, he wanted
them to get used to his presence first. He noticed almost straight away
that all but two boys, all the children playing were girls. He had counted
fourteen different children in the first three days. His choice of
location was better than he first hoped.
He had got up early Saturday morning, knowing full well that the younger
kids would be out early. He set himself up in a set of rhododendron bushes
in his camouflage gear, and settled down to wait for them to arrive. It
took longer than he thought it would, and was about to shift to another
location when three girls arrived to play on the swing. It was a rope
swing that someone had rigged up, a single rope with a hefty stick tied at
the bottom for the rider to sit on. He watched them taking turns on the
swing, and used his binoculars every time one particular girl had her turn.
She was slim and dark skinned, maybe Oriental Asian mix. She was also
wearing skirt. It took a little time before he got his reward and saw she
was wearing lime green knickers. The rope was pushing against her pussy,
but he saw enough to make him hard, he marked her down as a possible. He
stayed there half the day watching them; even once they tired of the swing
and just sat to talk he watched them. Eventually they drifted off and he
retired to his tent to masturbate over what he'd seen.
Later in the afternoon he noticed a chubby girl arrive, she was
searching for the others before she wandered off unable to find anyone to
play with. He had seen her before; she always wore the same dress, a
little threadbare but it was always clean. She never arrived with anyone,
and although the others did not shun her I could tell she was uncomfortable
with them. Maybe it was her weight, maybe she was teased at school about
it, but the children here did not tease her. She was still uncomfortable
however. He marked her down also as a possible.
The two girls he marked at possible he now watched more intently than
the others, making a note of what time they arrived and left. He noticed
that they seemed to have a little more freedom than most of the others,
staying later or arriving earlier than the other kids. He marked them down
in his little note booked as plump wood pigeon, and pretty green finch. He
had other genuine birds in his book, but these two were the only ones that
made his cock chirp.
This study went on for days. He was always careful not to move too
quickly, carelessness was how you got caught. Over the years he had
perfected his methods and a couple of close calls in early years had made
him a waiter and a watcher. Wait for the right girl, and wait for the
right moment to act. Watch the girl, and watch for the right moment.
Opportunity knocks for those who wait etc. So that's what he did. He was
lucky enough one day to be watching his plump pigeon, when she left the
group and wandered off towards him. He thought she was going to come into
his bush, but instead she walked around it looking for something. He
watched her intently wandering what she could be looking for; they had no
ball or anything else that could be lost. Then she stopped looking back
round the bush at her friends before lifting her dress and pulling her
knickers to one side squatting down and peeing. She kept on looking round,
making sure no one could see her. She did not see the pervert in the
bushes only feet away, drooling saliva and dribbling cum staring at her
plump bald pussy imagining what it would look like with his fat cock
impaled in it. When she had finished she took the hem of her dress where
it crossed over double, and she dabbed her pussy dry before pulling up and
straightening her knickers and dress then returning to the others as
casually as she could as not to let them know where she had been, and what
she had been up to.
He now wished he had brought his camera with him, for a shot like that
he could wank for weeks. But a camera would be evidence against him if he
were caught, so it was out of the question. They call it grooming when an
adult prepares a minor for their own sexual gratification, but he didn't
really do any of that. He just prepared himself to be ready when the time
was right, so he could take advantage of any given situation and turn it
around. Every couple of days he would not go camouflaged, and he would
just stay around camp brewing coffee or cooking a stew or something,
anything really to make it look like he was camping, bird watching, having
a holiday. Not on a hunt. He rotated his days watching as not to set an
obvious pattern to what he was doing.
His waits were always fruitful, and this one was no exception. He was
sitting by his camp just watching the pretty green finch arrival. She was
on her own and very early for a school day. Maybe she had not been today
for whatever reason, but he didn't care why. He was just glad she was
there to brighten his day. She was wearing a blue and white t-shirt and a
navy blue skirt that looked too big for her. No knickers glimpses today he
thought, her skirt would cover her when she was on the swing. He couldn't
go and get his binoculars now, it would look way too obvious, and so he
made his way off around the un-official campsite picking up firewood.
Keeping one eye on his little prey, as he went about his business. She had
noticed him before, and had seen him when she arrived, she had also seen
him collecting firewood so this was nothing new to her as she jumped on the
swing and tried to touch the branches high above. This was a sort of game
they all played, seeing how high they could go, no real prize except for
the knowledge that you had got higher than anyone else that day. A new
game next time, and no real record being taken from the game before so
everyone started again equally.
Then it happened. She jumped onto the swing, only this time the stick
seat wasn't straight and she sort of missed. It flicked from under her
scraping her leg, and she tumbled in a heap on the ground. He saw his
opportunity and leapt into action, running over to her to help her up. She
was sprawled out with her legs akimbo and her skirt under her chin, he
certainly got a very good look at her knickers, and also a tear in them
along the seam in between her pussy and her leg. There was also a red
scrape marks on her thigh and where the hole was that the stick had made.
He knelt beside her and helped her to sit up asking her if she was ok? She
had tears in her eyes but she wanted to be brave and so she just nodded
affirmatively. Are you sure? He asked. That was a nasty tumble you took.
He put his arm around her in a friendly comforting way, he couldn't helped
but look down at her groove where her pussy would be covered by her
knickers. She hadn't push her skirt down yet, and he wasn't about to tell
her whilst he could enjoy the view. He asked her if she could stand, and
they made the effort to stand together. She didn't get all the way up
before she winced and sat back down with a pained expression, and maybe a
few more tears in her eyes. He reached into his pockets to find a little
pocket sized first aid kit and took out some cream, some antiseptic wipes,
and a packet of plasters. He said that it looked nasty and could get
infected as he opened her legs with one hand, and moving in taking a closer
look at her wound and her pussy. So not to alert her suspicions; he opened
a packet of the antiseptic wipes and moved in to clean her wound. The
stick had marked her in varying degrees from just above the knee to almost
her belly button. Small droplets of blood could be seen just at the
surface along the middle part of the line, but he started at the bottom and
worked his way gently and steadily up.
She must of thought that this man was just here to help her in her hour
of need so to speak, as she did nothing to cover her modesty and in fact
pulled her knees up and opened her legs wider to allow him easier access.
He was almost drooling onto her, and it was hard for him to control his
urge to just jump her right there and then. He knew however, he had to
wait until she was ripe and ready for him to take advantage of. He
informed her that the wound would need cleaning properly and that the wipes
weren't good enough, but he had hot water on the fire and clean dressing
for her at his campsite. Asking her if she thought she could make it that
far, she nodded and they both stood up again. This time she was a little
steadier on her feet, however the pain was still intense and she had to
lean on this kind gentleman that had come to her rescue.
Once at the camp he rearranged a few things including a tarp and a
blanket for her to lie on, which she did. He busied himself getting all
the necessary bits and pieces together to treat her injuries, and then came
back to her. He knelt down between her legs and began the process of
cleaning then drying the wound. He told her not to worry it would be all
right, as he moved her knickers to one side so he could get to her pussy
easier and clean the wound beneath the material. His administering of the
dressing, which was actually only an old torn white towel, slipped
occasionally so he could actually put his bare fingers onto her flesh. To
get to the top of the wound he needed to move her skirt higher, out of the
way. This would be a test of her reactions. She didn't flinch at all,
which was always a good sign. Cleaning the top of the wound he made his
way back down towards her knickers once more, still proceeding slowly as
not to startle her. Once he reached her knickers he lifted the band to
allow him to proceed further, again she seemed ok with this. He suggested
that it would be easier if she removed them, and although she was nervous
at the prospect of letting a complete stranger see her privates, he was
after all helping her and administering first aid. So she shuffled out of
them with his help, he took them from her and examined the tear in them.
He also examined the damp patch in the gusset, wishing it were pussy juice
but knowing it was most probably pee from the last time she went. Still he
would get a great thrill from putting them to his nose and sniffing the
crutch. So he told her he could mend them, after all he had a needle and
thread somewhere. Again this knight in not so shining armour had come to
her rescue, and she now felt even safer with him. Of course this was just
what he wanted.
Now her underwear had been removed he had a perfect view of her pussy,
in it's finest detail. He was hard and horny, but still he had to play it
slow and cool. He wanted to see how she would react to him, so he got up
and walked away. She was quick to ask him where he was going; he was
equally quick to tell her he needed to pee. With that he walked over to
where the plump pigeon had been and he pulled out his pecker and peed. He
stood at a slight angle so she could see his cock, and he noticed out of
the corner of his eye, that she leant over a little more for a better look.
This pleased him immensely. He shook it off and put it away as he turned
round to face her, making sure she could have a quick full on look at him.
After all he had seen nearly all of her already, and he didn't even yet
know her name. Although to him names were not important, what was
important was how far she would go. How far before he would either have to
force her, or have let her go. He nearly always let them go if there was a
chance of another encounter with either her, or one of her friends.
He only ever forced them if he knew he was moving on or going home.
Even then he had actually coerced them, or blackmailed them into doing his
bidding. This would probably be the case with his pretty little green
finch. He had her knickers in his pocket, which she had removed and given
him willingly. He had also touch her almost intimately already without her
stopping him, and she was interested in what his organ looked like. All
these things were mere justification for him to move on to the next stage.
He would of preferred to have her in his tent by now, but he knew he
couldn't rush her or she would get nervous and bolt.
Going into the tent he told her he was searching for some cream for her
wound, and the needle and thread for her knickers. He already knew where
these items were; he was just stalling for time and working out his best
strategy to lure her into the tent. This was taking longer than he would
have liked, he knew he should have brought her straight into the tent in
the first place. A simple mistake, but always better to err on the side of
caution. It would be better for him if she were in there, so he could
touch her properly, more intimately. The pretty green finch however solved
the problem herself, as she offered to help him look for the items.
It was a large four-man tent with a double door, porch, and storage at
the front. Inside there was a double inflatable bed with a big sleeping
bag on it, a lot of bags to keep things dry in case it rained. Scattered
around were various magazines and books on bird watching, although these
were part of his ruse, he also used to be an avid ornithologist. Although
he had long since dropped this hobby to watch the little ones instead.
She stumbled into the tent and hobbled over to the bed and flopped down.
There in one of the bags he told her, and she grabbed the first one and
started to look. He knew that there weren't any of the items in any of the
bags near her, but that was what he wanted. She was sat very un-lady like,
with her legs open and her skirt high. He guessed this was so not to let
anything touch her wound, but it also gave him a good view of her sweet
treasures. He licked his lips wandering whether he would be lucky enough
to taste it. After awhile searching he figured she had settled down enough
for him to make his next move, so he picked up the correct bag where he
knew the cream and sewing kit were. He found the cream first, it wasn't
really ointment for a wound, and it was actually KY jelly. However he kept
the front of the tube away from her just in case she knew what KY was,
although he doubted it. He also didn't want her to remember the name, just
in case she let the cat out of the bag at a later date. He found the
sewing kit and set it aside to fix her knickers, but first things first he
was going to apply her cream.
He knelt down beside the bed as not to crowd her, and to keep her
feeling comfortable with his presence. He put a small amount of the jelly
on his fingers and started to smear it on starting at the bottom of the
wound near her knee. He spoke to her gently asking her if it was ok, and
to make sure he wasn't hurting her. Working his way slowly up towards his
goal. Gradually he started using more of his hand on the rest of her
thigh, but only his fingers gently smeared the jelly onto her scratch. The
higher he got, the more excited he got. His penis was fully erect, and had
been for quite awhile now. Although the closer he got to his goal, the
more it throbbed to the point it was actually hurting him a little now. He
got there eventually; he was actually rubbing the jelly onto the wound
right next to her pussy. With a little twist of his hand so it would lie
flat on her leg and pussy together he proceeded to smear it all over,
letting his fingers slip between her preteen pussy lips. She gasped at
this so he moved on up only to return once she had settled down. He got a
bigger glob of KY this time and split it between both hands, using one hand
at the top of her wound and the other to continue where he had left off.
He was almost massaging the thigh now, except his fingers were in contact
with her most intimate place. Here eyes closed. She had never felt quite
like this before. Yes she had touched herself down below before, even
though her mummy had told her it was dirty, however it had never, ever felt
this good. Both his hands had met now, and he was concentrating all his
efforts on the little ones pussy. She was squirming under his hands as he
made a beeline towards her clit, pinching it between his thumb and finger
made her jump almost off the airbed. His other fingers were moving towards
her virgin hole. He figured if he timed it right he might be able to pop
her cherry without her knowing, or even if she did notice any pain he could
pass it off as her wound and maybe even get her to let him give her a sort
of internal.
She was putty in his hands right now; she would probably of done almost
anything. So he made his move, he placed his finger just inside the
entrance to her vagina and pushed gently until he came to her hymen. He
was pleased and disappointed at the same time to find it intact. He
thought with the amount of time she had spent on that swing that she would
surely of ripped it herself by now. But alas he would have the honour of
being the first, so he pinched her clit again and once again she jumped
almost off the bed as he pushed his finger hard into her. She winced as
she came down and he slipped his finger back out. He apologised and said
he would be gentler, and she seemed to except this and so things continued.
He pushed his finger gently back to her entrance and then when he thought
the time was right he inched her clit again. As she jumped he pushed hard
once more inside her, she winced again although not as much this time but
again he removed his finger as she came down. He slowed down but didn't
stop and asked her where the pain was? She just pointed directly at her
vagina and said inside. BINGO! He had hit the jackpot here. He was
almost coming in his pants already. He carried on rubbing the jelly all
over her pussy with one hand, asking her if this was the place whilst
pushing his finger gently into her opening, but this time not pinching her
clit. She nodded to him, so he pushed a little further asking her to tell
him when it hurt. He had his finger in all the way to the second knuckle,
obviously past her now broken hymen before she said there, but she also
told him it wasn't as bad now. He told her that was because of the cream,
and that he would rub some more in if she wanted.
Of course she wanted more, she had never felt so good in her life
before. Her home life was pretty shitty; her father had been a drunk when
he had actually been home, her mother was always out and spent most of the
money on clothes and going out trying to capture her youth. She had had
the little green finch at a very young age. So there was very little in
the house apart from food. There were never any toys, or books, things
like that cost money.
The pervert carried on rubbing the jelly all over her pussy, trying to
make her feel as good as he possibly could. He knew that the nicer she
felt, the more inclined she would be to do his bidding and the easier she
would be to manipulate later. He pushed his creamy finger back inside her
and used his thumb to gently massage around her clit, using his other hand
to undo his pants and free his throbbing cock. He was in full swing now,
masturbating her towards probably her first orgasm. He lay down by her
side, leaning over so his cock was actually resting on her thigh dribbling
pre-cum onto her. She was panting hard now, eyes closed hands grasping at
the sleeping bag. He took her hand and placed it around his cock, which
she grabbed and squeezed as she came. Just then he came too, spewing cum
all over her hand and thighs. She sensed something was different and
looked down, he was trying to cover up but she saw his penis in her hand
and she froze. Realisation of what they had been doing read all over her
face. Fear of being caught or found out registered in her young mind.
What should she do?
Had he over stepped the mark? He knew he had gone too far, all that
careful planning and slow play could have been a total waste. He might of
just blown it all for just one quick orgasm with this little cutie. He'd
blown caution to the wind, and given in to pure lust. His mind was in
turmoil now, had he gone too far as to endanger his precious prize? He
hoped not, as he waited to see what she would do now.
He started to apologise to her, explaining to her that he felt so good
when he'd seen her having those sweet feelings she was having and he was
having them too. Which is why he had had to get out his penis so she could
make him feel even better. He knew he should have asked her first, but it
was sneaking up on him quickly, like it did with her. She knew exactly
what he was talking about; it had sneaked up on her just like he explained.
So she started to relax as he clean the mess off her. Once clean he hugged
her and said he would fix her knickers now. Picking them out of his
pocket, he held them up to examine the tear, and turning away from her he
held them to his nose and inhaled deeply. This made his cock twitch, which
also reminded him he had not put it back into his pants yet which he did
now. He threaded a needle and began to sew her knickers back together;
luckily for her it was along the seam and would be hardly noticeable by
anyone without close scrutiny. He stroked to gusset whilst he sewed, with
the knowledge that her sweet pussy had been there. Once finished he
sniffed them once more before turning round again, and he offered to help
her back into them. With his help she climbed back into her knickers, she
even allowed him to smooth them over her bottom and pussy.
She felt naughty and maybe even a little dirty, but she had enjoyed what
she had let him do to her. She knew it was wrong, but still she had
relented and let him do it. She couldn't tell anyone, she had been the one
to take her knickers off in front of a complete stranger, and she had been
the one to allow him to touch her where even her mother had told her not to
touch herself. She therefore had to keep it a secret, or face the
consequences of her own actions, never mind his. She might even let him do
it again to her; she may even touch him again just to see his penis spurt
again.
He was safe even though he didn't know it yet. He helped her out of the
tent and down towards the path past the swing, this was about as far as he
dared to go just in case there were others around. He asked her if she
would be ok now, she swung round and hugged him giving him a peck on the
cheek. She thanked him and hobbled away towards home. Breathing a sigh of
relief he made his way back to his campsite, counting his blessings and
kicking himself for being such a fool. He had almost blown the whole deal
in one quick motion; only luck and a neglected girl had been on his side
this time. It could easily have gone the other way, and he could be
running away right now trying to avoid the cops or at the very least a few
angry parents. Once back in his tent he shut the doors, pulled down his
pants, and started to masturbate. Sniffing his fingers day dreaming of the
encounter he had just had. He cleaned up using the ripped up towel he had
used as a dressing on his little pretty green finch, and then put the towel
in a zip lock bag savouring her scent for later.