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* This story is complete fiction,  *
* any similarity to real events or *
* people is completely accidental  *
* and unintentional.  The events in* 
* this story should not be acted   *
* out in reality.                  *
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Being Fred

Routine was what Fred cherished above all else.  He worked in tech support and had a regular schedule- arrive at 8am, break for an hour lunch at noon, and clock out at 5pm.  The human factor was too random for his liking so he lived alone in his cramped suburban condo.  He had relationships in his youth, but never appreciated the stress that accompanied the drama.  

He always held onto those idealic fantasies he had as a child where the characters were submissive and obedient, much like well behaved children.  Indeed his sexual imagination continuously gravitate towards children.  He was ashamed of his perverted thoughts until the mid nineties when he was able to peruse the internet and find thousands of others that shared his obsession.

Joining chatrooms he found people trading pictures and eventually collected thousands of images of little girls and boys, sometimes alone, sometimes in sexual acts.  This activity provided consistent arousal and Fred continued with it for years.

The activity started to filter into his job, and during the tech lulls between upgrades at the office, Fred would hop on the internet and , bouncing around through proxies, would trade for pics or read pedophilic stories.  Unfortunately Fred wasn't content with leaving this fantasy in the realm of the imagination.

Fred first found out about Mary through a pic trader.  The trader, who called himself KidPlayBoy88, said that several of his pics were taken by him on a little girl named Mary from Stonewood Park.  Her parent's would rent her out at $400 an hour to anyone willing to pay.

Studying her pictures Fred became obsessed.  Her round rosy cheeks, her dirty blond hair, her flat chest and hairless cunt sent Fred on a jerking spree.  Just the idea of spending quality time with a minor was enough to get Fred high as a kite.  He didn't even need those pictures anymore, but he wanted to make his dream a reality. 

After some intense negotiating with KidPlayBoy88 Fred was able to get the address and phone number of his muse.  Mary and her folks lived three states away, but Fred was determined.  He finally used his ever-accumulating vacation time.  He took a week off of work, much to the surprise of his co-workers and boss, and travelled those hundreds of miles to a little rural town out west.

He pulled into a single story motel, his Neon, the only non-18 wheel truck in the parking lot.  He checked in and found his room, smelling of old sweat and cigarettes.  Quivering in nervousness, Fred called up these parents from his hotel room.  A twangy voice answered the other line, "Ahh-low?"

Literally shaking, Fred responded, "U-u-um, yes, I'm calling about Mary."

"Wha'bout 'er?  She ackin up 'n schoo'geen?" he asked.

"No, no, she was, um, refered to me by a friend."

"Reefer? reefer'd abou'whah?" he asked speaking loudly.

"Well, about some pictures he took of her."

"Yeah..." he drawled.

"And I wanted to know if I could take some of my own." Fred said with a quivering stomach.
 
There was a long pause and Fred was about to speak when the receiver roared, "Yer 'nother one a'dem sick sum'bitches, you quit callin' my line!"  And there was a click followed by a dial tone.

Fred was almost in tears, he had driven an entire day to get to this dusty small town and now he's have to go back with nothing to show for it.  Deciding to stay the night he opened his laptop and jerked off to the images of Mary, falling asleep after spewing his see onto his belly.

He awoke the next morning, took a shower and packed his things.  He went to go pay his bill when an oily hand grabbed his arm and his face and shoved him back into the room.  Fred fell to the ground and heard the shades being drawn and the door being locked before he even opened his eyes.

"Yer da one who call my line yesserday." the familiar voice said drawing Fred's eyes open.  He saw a scrawny man in a filthy denim jacket and tattered blue jeans, his scraggly hair poking out from under his trucker John Deere hat.

"N-n-no, you have the wrong guy, I swear," Fred said tears building up in his eyes.

"Y'all no diffrent, I know it was you, star six nine don't lie," he said, crushing Fred's hope that he could somehow talk his way out of being beaten or killed, so he started to silently sob.  "Yer da one who wants pitchers wit my lil girl."

"N-no I don't want anything with your daughter, honestly.  I just want to leave.  I was on my way out, no lie."

"Well, I didn't track you down for nothin', you better still want what you want."

Fred was a little confused.  Did this man offer up his daughter.  "I don't understand," Fred said getting up from the ground.

"You ain't no cop, is ya?" the man asked.

"No, not at all.  I'm in tech support."

"Well, ya gotta tell if you were."

"I'm not."

"Dat case, the price is $300 fah n'owwah $1500 a'day," he explained.

Fred rose to his feet and asked, "How will I know that if I give you money that you won't just run off?"

"Give me half now and half when yer done."

"How long before you'll come back with Mary?"

"Not long, 'bout 5 minutes.  She's sittin' out der in my truck," he said motioning to the door.

Taking his wallet out of his pocket Fred counted out $150 and said, "I'll give you half for an hour and if I like how it goes I'll pay you for the rest of the day, deal?"

"Deal," he said and snatched the money from Fred's hand and quickly left the motel room.  Fred sat on the bed in anxious anticipation.  He was giddy with the turn of events.  The few minutes that passed felt like an eternity and he frequently went to the shades to peak out and see if *she* was coming.  

He started to feel cheated when there was a knock on the door.  He let the pair in.  Mary was young, maybe seven.  She was dressed in a large dirty t-shirt and red shorts.  Her skinny legs were odd for her round face.  She wore stained keds and no socks.  She held onto her father's greasy hand. 

"This'a Mary.  She'll do what'ya like s'long as ya don't try t'hurt 'er.  You wear protection, and you don't take 'er out'a dis room.  I'll be waitin' outside, so no funny bitness."  He let go of her hand and left the room.

There was an awkwardness in the situation.  Mary was too afraid to look at Fred and he was too embarrassed to talk to her.  She just stood there fixing her shirt when Fred finally spoke.

"Hi Mary"

"Hello"

"How old are you?"

"Eight"

"Does Daddy make you do this alot?"

"Sometimes"

"Will you look at me," she did.  "You have pretty green eyes."

"Thank you."

"What do you usually do when Daddy makes you do this?"

"I don't know, whatever the other man wants."

"Is there anything you want to do?"

"I don't know"

"Do you want to take off your clothes?" he asked with a shaky voice.

"Okay," she pulled the large t-shirt over her head revealing her flat chest and stubby nipples.  She slipped out of her keds and pulled down her shorts with her thumbs hooked over the elastic band.  Her panties didn't appear washed and had a yellow stain near the crotch.  She didn't even hesitate when taking them off after the shorts.  She stood there, her puffy hairless pussy tucked between her legs.

Fred couldn't speak for sometime and just marvelled at her tiny gaunt body.  He didn't see her as malnurished, he thought she was beautiful.  "Do you want to sit up here on the bed?" 

"Okay," she said and climbed up.  Fred finally saw her bony little ass.  When she lifted her leg up on the bed he saw her tiny cunt and ass hole.  

"Is it alright if I take pictures of you?"

"Okay," she said as Fred fumbled through his packed luggage for his camera.  

He started snapping pictures of her lithe body.  Getting close up of her face, chest and crotch.  "Could you spread your legs for me," he asked and she obeyed.  He had her finger herself and pinch her nipples.  He had her stick her finger in her butt and then lick it.  With each command she followed it to the letter.

He was getting really excited and asked her, "Is it all right if I take off my clothes?"

"Okay"

He stripped down exposing his soft skin and hard cock.  He walked to the side of the bed next to her and almost breathlessly he asked, "Could you suck it?"  Instead of her typical response she just started to lick around his cock- the length of the shaft and treated the knob like a lollipop.  She took it into her moist mouth, stretching her lips around his proportionally enormous head.  She was just able to get the head in but Fred was in heaven.  He snapped pictures as she looked up at him.

He pulled out of her and asked, "Do you want me to put my thing into you?"  She shook her head.  "Why not?"

"It hurts when it goes in."

"How about your bum?"

"It's worse there."

Fred was flushed and getting worked up.  "Daddy said that you would do whatever I wanted.  You don't want me to tell Daddy do you?"

"I'll do it, it's just that I don't really want to," she said sheepishly and laid back and spread her legs.

"I don't want to hurt you and I'll try not to," he said and she didn't respond.  He went to his luggage and grabbed some KY jelly.  He squeezed a bunch into his hand and he spread it around her cunny.  "This'll make it not hurt so bad."  She squirmed but said nothing.

He wiped his hand on the sheets and crawled up onto the bed.  He positioned himself between her spread legs.  She wasn't looking at him.  He grabbed and aimed his cock to her hole.  He slid it up and down the crack between her slippery swollen pussy lips.  He looked down at her hairless crotch.  He felt an animal urge to thrust.  He did and each time it slid up her twat drawing a grunt from both of them.  He held onto his cock and rested it right at her hole and gradually leaned his weight onto his pelvis.  She was making soft moans of pain and he was breathing heavily.  He felt her ring start to loosen and his cockhead start to squeeze.  After some pivoting he slipped it into her a couple inches.  He reached her crevix causing her to cry aloud and he rested there until her wimpering stopped.  He dripped more KY around her crotch and started to pull out the few inches of shaft he had buried inside her.  She sighed while he did.

Her pain started to become numbness as he began pumping into her.  He didn't care that her face was turned away from him, he was only watching his large cock impaling this tiny girl.  Her steaming pussy was a slippery vice that clamped down on his thick cock.  Although he was only able to descend a couple inches with each down stroke, he revelled in the feeling of her prepubescent cunt.

All the sensations that he was feeling were mixing with how taboo the situation was.  He was a thirty year old man with his cock filling up an eight year old pussy.  The concept made him loose control.  He began to dump loads and loads into her tight cunt.  She grunted as his cock grew thicker and firmer.  He made only small girations as he unloaded his seed into a cunt that could not yet make use of it.  He almost lost his balance, barely collapsing on top of her skinny little body.

He rolled off of her and she rolled away from him into the fetal position.  Images floated through his mind and he started to feel ashamed.  He looked at her bony body and saw the bruises on her ass and how blotchy her skin was.  He felt an overwhelming urge to escape.  
Gathering his things he packed for the second time that day.  He looked at the clock, he still had a half hour left with Mary before her father would come.  But his shame was far greater than his libido at that point.  He took out his wallet and flung a wad of bills onto the bed.  Mary laid motionless.

Not bothering to pay the bill, he ran into his car and drove off.  He saw the father scrambling out of a rusty blue pickup truck as he sped past.  In minutes he was on the highway and running away from his shame.  

Around lunch time he stopped at a small metropolis to eat.  While eating a chicken sandwich he remembered those pictures and allowed those taboo images to float through his mind.  In his memory, she had no bruises or faults.  He began to feel that he actually lived his fantasy.  Considering going back to that small town, he decided to make the decision after he saw the photos.  He found a local drug store and turned in the film to the one hour photo.

He killed the time in an arcade at a nearby strip mall.  He saw little girls there running around, flirting with boys their age.  He wondered if any of them had a secret life like Mary.  

The time passed quickly and soon the hour was up.  He paid the clerk and walked with his pictures to the car.  Before he could unlock the door he was slammed on the ground by several police officers, breaking his cheek bone, before they threw him in jail.

He was given a plea deal since he was arrested with "excessive force" and under the terms of exposing Mary's parents and acting as a snitch for the child porn task unit, he was allowed to leave prison after only five years.

Jailed in a quad cell, he shared the small room with three other inmates.  He was the only one not there for murder, robbery or drugs.  His bunk mate, "Loco Rico" had taken a liking to him.  

One night Rico gagged Fred and dragged him to the floor.  He was stripped and Rico and the other two inmates gang raped him, ripping his asshole wide.  He was told not to tell or else he'd get shanked.  He spent the next three years as Rico's bitch, sucking and fucking his cock or anyone else's that Rico told him to.  Rico would tell Fred that he'd give him a treat and told Fred to lick his hairy ass and then fuck it with his "tiny dick".  Afterwards Rico would have Fred suck the cum out of his ass.  Frequently Fred would get a hershey squirt with his cum.  That made Rico laugh.

After three years Fred was released on good time.  He got a job at a grocery store.  Every night he was supposed to scour websites for pedophiles and entice them into devulging valuable information.  He would say that there was this little girl Mary that would meet them for money.  Those that couldn't keep their fantasies in their mind's were sent to jail.  Fred didn't care, he just figured, he's still be able to enjoy his fantasy.  It was just too bad that it hurt everytime he shit.

The End

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* This story was meant as a lesson.  People *
* should realize that pedophilia is not an  *
* act that should be lived out.  Sex or     *
* or porn with minors is illegal.  Yes it   *
* is against liberty, but that is for the   *
* protection of a child.  Nobody should     *
* have their futures ruined for the         *
* pleasure of an adult. So keep your        *
* pedophilic fantasies in your head or in   *
* writing, never in reality.                *
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