Title: Predator
Author: Forgottenidol

Mg, rape, size, caution

summary: A story from the point of view of a sexual predator who lusts for increasingly younger girls.


Comments and feedback can be sent to forgottenidol@yahoo.com


When he saw her in the mall he knew she was a prime target. Her attitude made her perfect, and the confident way she moved. He casually and stealthily followed her and watched her. Her tight ass was crammed into shorts too small for them. The shorts gripping onto the delicate "V" of her crotch, which ended with a pronounced flat plain between her thin, tanned thighs. At the same time that it subtly pronounced her youth, it screamed of sexuality. It aroused in Mr. Salamon Harris a dark and inspiring lust that had, in his own youth, terrified him, but now came as naturally as dreaming.

He could feel the shivers of excitement moving along his neck as he watched her. The very subtle curves of her young body, the shining defiance in her eyes and in her stance; he needed her.

The older one with her seemed to him to be transparent. The young women, obviously the youngster's sister, seemed to pay little attention to anything other than the overpriced merchandise. The young girl, as well was occupied taking in all the sites of fine clothes and accessories that neither could afford.

The young girl was Stephanie. She longed, like most girls, to be treated as if she were much older than she was. But Stephanie wore her sentiments prominently. Anyone who had spent time with her would be convinced that she was a spoiled brat, though her parent's had little money to spend specifically on her. It was all in her attitude, her swagger.

Salamon could tell he was right about her as he observed her.

For years, Salamon had lusted after girls, young girls. Fifteen and sixteen year-olds at first, but over time he had grown bored with them. They no longer satisfied him. The last girl he had taken was fourteen, and it was good enough, but something inside him needed more excitement. He needed it to be more and more taboo, each girl to be more and more wrong for him to touch. He needed to feel worse. He needed to feel terrible in the end.

As he watched Stephanie, he got more and more excited. He got more anxious and daring. He got closer. The subtle curves of her developing body, her nearly flat chest told him that she was the youngest one yet. The most innocent one. She was 11, 12 at the oldest. He nearly shook with the idea.

As his eyes wandered over her, her eyes gazed longingly at a row of purses she would never be able to afford. He made his move. As she turned away from the purses, he walked passed, and grabbed the one she had been looking at most intently. He took it, went up to the counter and smiled at the old lady, and bought it. The entire time he had an eye glued to the location of his wonderful target.

He waited again, and wandered around as if everything in the store fascinated him. Stephanie moved as well, and when she moved far enough away from her sister he approached her.

"Hello," he said to the young girl. As close as he was to her then, she looked even smaller and younger, and it excited him all the more. He smiled a big, you-can-trust-me smile. "Hi," Stephanie said timidly, and went back to looking at shirts.

"I believe I have something of yours, maybe you dropped it?" he said. He reached into the bag and showed her the purse.

Her eyes opened wide. "Even if it isn't yours, it could be," he added. He could see the stars in her eyes as she saw something that once seemed untouchable to her so close to her grasp. He then knew that he had her. "Would you like it?" he asked her.

"Yes!" she said, not hider her excitement.

"Shh, calm down," he said, "I can't give it to you here, they will think you stole it. Meet me just outside the store, in the corridor of the mall."

She seemed to suddenly get upset, "I'm here with my sister," she said.

He smiled at her again and it seemed to comfort her. "Surely you are old enough to not need her approval. Just tell her a friend of yours is here, and that you are going with her," he said.

She smiled and brightened up, "Yeah! I'll do that," she said.

"Good, I will be waiting for you out there," he pointed to the main entrance.

Stephanie walked off. As she did Salamon took the opportunity to again eye her tight ass. He smiled as he walked out to the mall.

To use a cliche, the bait was set. It was at these moments when he was the most nervous. No one would be able to tell though. He sat quietly, peacefully on a bench that was tucked behind some tall plastic plants. He waited, worried that she might not come. But he knew the younger they got, the easier it would be.

Soon, Stephanie came, and he smiled at her. "Come on, lets walk around for a bit," he said.

He walked with his little victim. With each minute she got more trusting, as he entertained her with idle chitchat that young girls love. He knew her parent's didn't understand her. He knew how much the teachers at school sucked, how annoying the boys were. She laughed, and so did he. She smiled and he smiled back. The purse that he had for her was secondary before long.

As they were talking she suddenly interjected, "I think my sister already went home." It was exactly as Salamon intended.

"Well, I can give you a lift. That is if it is alright," he smiled again to assure her that she was safe.

"I guess that would be ok," she said with a smile.

He smiled back at her. They went to the parking lot, and continued to talk as they got to his car. They got in, and she commented how nice his car was. Yes, it is nice, he thought. When they were seated and buckled in and the car was on, driving from the parking lot, Salamon exhaled and smiled gleefully. He had succeeded. He did what he was good at.

She told him how to get to her house, but he didn't listen. He was in his routine now. With one hand he reached next to his seat and took out the handcuffs he had. Before Stephanie could realize that the road they were on did not lead to her house, he reached over, and with the skill of a professional he slammed one of the handcuffs over her wrist.

Before Stephanie knew what was going on, he got the other one over the ring he installed in the center console. As was typical, Stephanie freaked out. She pulled at the cuffs, pounded on the window, cried for help, but at that time they were pulling off the highway and it was too dark.

He didn't look at her. He just kept his eyes on the road.

"Where are you taking me? What are you doing?" she kept asking.

He reached beside him again and took out his gun. He sat it in his lab where there was just enough light for her to see it.

"Oh my god," she yelled and cried, "please don't kill me!"

"Relax," he said coldly, "I don't want to kill you." He pulled off the main road and started down a numbered county road. He looked over at her and calmly stated, "I just want to rape you."

This did nothing to comfort the girl, and she continued to sob and curled up in the leather seat. He turned back to driving.

They drove for an hour, into total darkness, into the woods where his rented cabin was. It was far away from everything, and everyone. It was just him and her.

He pulled up to the cabin, turned off the car and got out. He walked around to the passenger side and opened the door. Stephanie tried to shy away from him but there was nowhere to go. He reached over her and undid the handcuff locking her to the car.

He took her arm and pulled her from the car. He held her against him as he took her into the cabin, rubbing against her body as he did. He took her into the bed room and pushed her down onto the bed, fed the handcuffs around the metal poles at the head of the bed and locked in her other wrist. She was secured, and helpless. She belonged to him.

He left her alone in the room. He imagined what might be going through the girl's head. Was she looking around for a means of escape? Was she looking for something to kill him with? Was she thinking of her family and her friends and vacations at the beach? Salamon always loved meditating on it as he prepared himself.

He walked swiftly, but calmly; his feet were light, rendered weightless by the elevation of his ego. He took his bags from the trunk, and brought them into the cabin. Carefully, he emptied his bags in the room as Stephanie writhed on the bed, whimpering softly. He set up his camera, pointed it towards the bed and the girl. He lined up his shot perfectly. He was almost ready.

He reached into the bag again and got his knife, and his pills. He went to the bathroom, and took his pills with a glass of water. The drugs always helped numb him, and to enrage him at the same time. He smiled at himself in the mirror.

He returned to the room, took his knife in his hand and approached the bed. Stephanie's eyes opened wide with terror as he loomed over her. She squirmed on the bed, but it was futile. Within a moment he was straddling her across her waist.

With his free hand he caressed her face. He looked into her large brown eyes that were reddened from crying. Her eyes pleaded with him. It felt so wrong; he loved it. His hand trailed down her face, to her chest. He shivered with excitement, she shivered in fear. He rubbed her chest, feeling the soft, fleshy lumps that would one day be breasts. He caressed her stomach, then back along her chest.

He took his knife, moved it along the thin material of her t-shirt, and cut along the arms. He sighed with the sound of cut fabric. He moved his knife, cutting along and down the chest of the shirt. In his heart he felt like an artist with a brush.

He cut until the shirt could be flopped completely off of her. He set the knife aside, and as he peeled away her shirt, Stephanie's little lips trembled. A knot grew inside Salamon's chest as the the girl's bare chest was exposed to him. His last victim had small breasts, but she wore a bra. Stephanie had no bra at all, her breasts were just little fleshy bumps on an otherwise flat chest. Salamon's heart raced.

Her skin was so soft. His fingers rubbed her nipples, tried to squeeze the nearly nonexistent breasts. She was panting, so was he. Her skin was so pure, so untouched, and so forbidden. The drugs were kicking in. His head was swirling, his cock was swelling quickly and it was pushing up against his belt.

His heart started pounding, he could feel it in his ears, as he slid down her and took in the view of her crotch hugged tightly by her shorts. There was one button on the top that he flipped open. His mouth went dry. The shorts were so tight on her that the zipper undid itself a little as the button was undone. It exposed the top of her pink panties.

His hands shook. He had to willfully think about every breath he took. He reached for her zipper and pulled it. More and more panties came into view. He lowered them, then slid his hands along the 'V' of the zipper. He let one hand slip inside her shorts, forcing them to slip down a little. He let out a groan as his fingers felt her tiny pussy through the soft fabric of her panties. He rubbed her and she stiffened beneath him.

He pulled at her shorts, slipping them off of her. His hands trailed back up her thin legs. He reached around her, grasped her rounded, firm ass and squeezed. As he squeezed her ass, his fingertips found their way into the waistband of her panties. He pulled and almost blacked out. He saw her beautiful pussy. It was begging for him, asking to be opened. He swallowed hard. Her pussy was completely void of hair. His last girl even had a covering of soft hair, it defied his imagination. It's puffy lips were tightly clenched, only a small slit and a tiny teardrop-shaped fold hinted of the virgin channel that lay within. To him, his last victim was so small and tight compared to the other girls he had, but the little girl he had now would make even her seem like an old maid. She was as virgin as it got.

He looked her over, "You are so beautiful," he whispered. Her body looked so tiny, barely starting to show curves. His cock was starting to hurt in his pants. It was being restricted too much to come to full erectness. Calming himself, he waited. She struggled, but he pinned her legs open with his knees. He moved his hands along her lower belly, down to her pussy. Her skin was even softer there, even more untouched.

He almost forgot to breath. With his hand along her pussy he could finally see just how small it was and he felt his head throb. His fingers pressed against the fold of her pussy, opened up the lips slightly to expose the tiny opening beneath. Her virgin hole looked smaller than the tip of his smallest finger. He poked at it, and she jumped and yelped. Wiggling his little finger, he felt her tightness and he was amazed by it. He could barely wait.

He removed his shirt, and quickly slipped his belt off. Stephanie looked on in terror, her mouth moved but he heard nothing but static. He undid the button of his pants. His cock was getting ready.

He had spent years taking pills that claimed to make his cock bigger. He tried everything in the book. Was he small? Not even close, but he wanted to be bigger regardless, so he kept taking them. When he lowered his zipper, pulled his pants down to his knees with his underwear, his semi-hard cock popped out and startled the poor girl. His heavy cock sagged down against his thigh, his big balls hanging low.

Tears again ran down Stephanie's face. He stood and removed his pants completely, and retrieved a bottle of lubrication from his bag. He got back on the bed, his cock swaying from side to side as he did. He coated his fingers with lube and again held her thighs open with his knees. He returned his hand to her tiny pussy, moving his coated fingers along her slit and between her lips. He traced little circles around her opening until it glistened.

As he fondled her innocent sex, he felt his cock swelling more rapidly as it lifted from his thigh. He put more lube on his fingers and took hold of his cock.

Stephanie watched through her tears as Salamon grasped his cock. Her innocent mind had a vague idea of what was about to happen, but it didn't seem real. He stroked his cock and it quickly swelled to painful rigidity. He saw the lithe young girl staring at it.

"Nine inches," he said quietly, "enough to feel every inch of you." He smiled and could not resist the opportunity for some antagonism. He sensed her innocence and her confusion, as she was not as panicked as his other girls. This was what he was looking for, the situation he had been longing for in his dreams.

His cock swelled more as the reality of it settled in. He squeezed his cock with his hand. Nine inches of cock was more than enough to penetrate the depths of the girls he has enjoyed. It was only once that he was able to enjoy full penetration. That was with a rather well developed sixteen year old, and even that was no easy task, having taken quite a frenzy of fucking to stretch her enough to accept him. As for the rest of them who proved to be too shallow for him, it was because of no lack of effort on his part, and they were still victims of another blessing of Mr. Salamon's. Regardless of his length, he has always been blessed with significant girth. His wide, meaty shaft was a major pussy stretcher, and always tested the limits of small, developing cunts.

But Mr. Salamon was about to test new water. When he had taken his last victim, the fourteen year old was less developed than any girl he had before, and he had taken her young pussy to the absolute limits. Not only was he surprised that she stretched enough to accept him, but also by the depth he was able to fuck her. After some time he was seven inches deep, more than most older girls had taken. Given her petite frame, his cock head had to have been nearly pressing into her belly.

Those results gave him the confirmation that he needed to see younger girls as prey. But the young girl at his mercy was far less developed than any fourteen year old. He had to press on anyway, the desire burning in him was persistent and absolute.

He hovered over her, lowered himself until his balls settled between her thighs, banging gently against her hairless pussy. His cock laid just above her, riding up along her crotch and belly. A sharp intake of breath was taken by Mr. Salamon as he noticed how large his cock was compared to the small girl. The tip of his cock reached well above her belly button.

He gripped his hands tightly around her knees and pulled her legs open. Her pussy lips opened slightly, the glistening gel he applied was warm by this time and was relaxing the muscles of her virgin pussy. He drew his cock down, and mashed the wide head against her immature vagina. He rocked his cock back and forth, forcing the outer lips to wrap around the very tip of his cock.

He pushed. The width of his cock made it extremely rigid and stubborn. He felt the tiny opening. It was so tiny, but budging ever so slightly.

Stephanie's eyes shut and clinched. She bit down on her trembling lower lip, yelped in pain then bit down again. A trail of tears rolled down the side of her face.

He pulled her legs out wider, and adjusted himself to put more weight behind his cock. He could feel her opening tense, but spread a little more as it relaxed. It tensed again, then loosened a bit more, just starting to accept his tip.

By this time he had already slipped inside of his last victim. He let up a little, adjusted himself again and pushed. He pussy tensed then relaxed again. Stephanie's eyes remained firmly shut, but as he lurched his hips, jamming his cock head against her opening, her teeth grit firmly together and she released a guttural moan.

He refused to be defeated. He let her legs fall limply at her sides and hooked his arms around her shoulders. He firmly pulled her body down against his cock.

He looked down at her face, her look went from discomfort to absolute agony as it contorted in pain letting him know that progress was being made. He pulled on her harder, groaning as he did. Her virgin opening stretching slowly. His girth was starting to pry her virgin walls open so much that they tore her hymen even before his cock head pushed against it.

He gave another hard shove against her, holding her body firmly against his. "Come on, stretch that little pussy," he groaned under his breath. He felt the tight cavity slipping slowly down his cock head.

When he felt most of his cock head engulfed, he dug his hands into her shoulders and rammed forward, and roughly jerked her body downwards. Stephanie let out a horrible scream and tried to arch her back. He held her firmly.

His cock head crammed into her little cunt and was crushed by the tense muscles of her vagina. He felt his success and did not hold back.

He jammed repeatedly again and again roughly against her young pussy, forcing an inch into her. Her pussy held his cock so tightly he could barely draw his cock back. However, her squeezing muscles milked the precum from his cock, mixed with the traces of blooded from her torn virginity to lubricate her inner passage.

Even with the lubrication, he had to jackhammer his cock into her pussy a fraction at a time. Slowly another inch had followed the first, then another.

His cock had stretched her so wide that he soon felt the well-known sensation of a young girl's cervix pressing against his cock with barely four inches of cock inside her. He groaned in disappointment. "Fuck, she's small," he muttered under his breath.

Painfully, he rocked his cock back slowly. He grabbed the bottle of lube and had it ready. With a hard pull his cock popped free of her pussy. Before her vagina could snap shut, he jammed the lube forward, getting the nozzle just inside her youthful pussy. He squeezed hard, and a flood of oily gel burst forward up into her tight passage. He squeezed until the lube was oozing out around the bottle. He pulled it out and lubed his cock again.

He pushed against her pussy again. Despite having been stretched, he had to to jam several times to pry her pussy open again. It took one final heave of yanking her down on his cock to penetrate her again. Once he was in, the oily lube had greased her entire passage all the way to her cervix, and it took only a few seconds of hard shoving to again be pushing at her depths.

He drew back an inch and gave a hard shove forward. His cock head slammed against her cervix.

"E ... URG!" Stephanie sounded as if she had just been punched. Her entire body shook as Salamon kept the pressure on her cervix, pushing his weight into it. He pulled back again, letting her vagina relax for a moment before slamming his cock forward again, stretching her cervix back into her juvenile womb.

Relentlessly he pulled back and slammed forward. Each time leaning his weight into her womb, and forcing a loud groan from Stephanie, making her face contort in pain. He was brutal, but this was his dream; this was his fantasy coming true.

He looked down at her face with each thrust, and every grimace of pain urged him on with increasing vigor. The drugs had fully kicked in. He gripped her hard, nearly smothering her with his body as his hips hammered downward toward the small girl. He could feel her tremble with every thrust and he loved it.

He shifted and gripped her ass firmly, pulling her hips up towards his as he pressed his weight into her immature pussy. Again, he held the pressure against her cervix, feeling it push into the empty cavern of her womb.

He grunted and heaved, wanted even deeper penetration of the poor girl. He felt his cock swell, and his balls tighten. He lengthened his strokes, fucking her fully with half of his dick. He could tolerate it no longer. He heaved up inside her, his cock head mashed against her cervix, and his cock started to spasm.

He groaned loudly as his cum shot her tender, bruised insides. Burst after burst flooded her pussy and her womb, leaking out along the sides of his still-thrusting cock.

He slumped over her still body. He gasped for breath. His cock seeped the final traces of his orgasm into her body. He withdrew from her with an obnoxious slurping sound. Her once virgin pussy was red and sore, torn and bruised, gaped slightly from the shock of it's brutal fucking.

The animalistic fog that had engulfed Salamon slowly lifted. He rose up from the bed, the girl beneath him crying and whimpering in obvious pain. He felt sick. He went and hunched over the toilet and threw up until there was not even a hint of acid left in his stomach. He shook with chills. He needed to get out, he needed to run.

He composed himself, got dressed and went back to the room and collected his camera. He put everything back as neatly as it had been before. He took his knife and his gun.

He sat in a chair facing the bed. His gun was firmly in his right hand. He looked at the young, naked girl on the bed. He had taken that beautiful girl from the mall, who he had admired so much, and reduced her to a helpless whimper curled in a ball in the corner. He had destroyed it. There was nothing left to admire.

He was short of breath. He needed to get going. He needed to move. He lifted the gun to his head and winced when the firing pin clicked. He sighed. His gun was empty; it was always empty.

"Maybe you will be able to be a kid again," he whispered so softly that he knew the girl could not hear him, "but I will always be this monster." He stood, undid the handcuff on the girl, and collected his bags.

"There is a phone in the living room," he said, "when you wake up, call for help." He left just as calmly as he had entered.

He went to the garage where his old pickup truck was waiting. He stored his bags, and sat. He pulled out his wallet and carefully threw Mr. Salamon Harris out of the window. His ID, his social security card, his guilt. Tomorrow, he will have new ones.

He pulled out of the garage, and checked his newly opened, prepaid cell phone for service. By the end of the night he would have his video sold.

"This is the last one," he thought. He knew he was lying. He drove down the long dirt road, small rocks knocked against the underside of his truck.

Maybe one day he will be caught. Maybe one day he'll buy bullets.

