It hadn't stopped him from having his fun and actually had ended up saving his life. Before he'd had a chance to kill and expose of the six-year old after three days of raping and violating her young body, the cops had swooped in and saved her and made their arrest. Instead of the gas chamber he'd gotten twenty-five to life but after eight years, a liberal parole board had believed his bullshit about his rehabilitation and no longer at the mercy of his sexual urges especially while taking the psychiatric medicine they'd given him.

Two things he'd vowed as he walked out from the prison gates and lit his first cigarette in freedom: he wasn't ever going back and he wanted some young pussy as soon as possible. That'd been three weeks ago and although he'd slacked some of his sexual needs with a couple of hookers back a few towns ago and then with a high school girl who wanted to a party for some grass she could smoke and good booze coupled with a small token amount of cash. For that she was willing to let him use her young body as he willed. At least at first she was.

He'd thought about snuffing her just for the fun of it but at the last minute decided not to. He eased the rage screaming in a panel of red hate behind his eyes by sodomizing her against her wishes, ignoring her screams and protests, the location of the motel cabin way out back of the lot safely allowing him to proceed without interruption. It'd been bloody and messy, the bowels erupting in a torrent of shit when he'd finally gotten to the heart of the matter.

The smell of her crap and the blood on his cock had further infuriated him, driving him to begin striking her on the back of her head a she plunged again and again into her bowels. The young just turned fourteen-year old girl, trying to make some bucks for new clothes, had never been violated like this before. The short time she'd been working out of the motel for her best friend's mother had never brought her into contact with anyone like this.

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The night had been slow as she sat in the Hollywood Bowl bowling alley bar, her fake I.D. identifying her as an eighteen-year old named Darlene. Her real name was Beverly but everyone called her Sissy. The man kept eyeing her and although he didn't appeal to her physically, she knew she could make some bucks off of him. Getting up she walked towards him, her eyes drifting over his large frame.

Belly protruding slightly over the Levi's he had on but not too fat, just big. Cheeks covered in a weeks worth of beard, hands large and fingers huge. A blue tattoo running up onto the left side of his neck, looking like a large green snake with a girl's head at the top. Face ruddy, the eyes hidden by a dark pair of sunglasses under the bill of his baseball cap advertising a major farm implement company.

"Hi, you by yourself?" she asked as she came alongside his table, smiling her shy smile that she knew drew men in the bar to her like honey to the bear.

"Maybe, why you asking?" His voice was deep just like she knew it would be. A velvet rumble with a whiskey rasp to it, reminding her of an uncle she'd got to know quite well at age eleven. He probably had a big dick too, she thought.

"I don't know, 'bout ready to head home but was looking for somebody who might want to party."

"For money?" His head didn't turn more than two inches, barely perceptible acknowledgement of her question, his hands clasping the bottle of beer in front of him sans glass. Real men didn't need no fucking glasses was his motto nor did they need one of them so-called light beers. Plain fucking Budweiser was fine with him.

She grinned. "That would be nice but maybe if the right man came along with the right party favors I could make it a freebie."

"What sorta favors?" Suspicion that this good looking kid probably not even in high school would be hustling him. Ever aware of a possible sting, especially with his history but this one seemed to pass the sniff test and he was seldom wrong. Except when he had been he'd ended up with his ass in the shits each time.

"Maybe some booze and some dope, you know. Somepin to make a little girl like me all happy and all."

"I got a bag of good grass and a fifth of Johnny Walker in my room, that's it. That enough to party with?" Now he turned his head enough to look her up and down. The naturally blonde hair was dyed a punkish black with red tinges and blonde roots, her makeup too heavily applied and doing little to mask the fact she was well shy of her eighteenth birthday, the legal age for drinking in the state. Still she was pretty and young, a sight younger than either of the two previous hookers he'd bedded to slack his thirst.

"That sounds good. Got fifty by any chance?" She might have been willing to party but getting dough was her primary concern.

"Fifty? I thought you just wanted some dope and booze to party?" ......(cont)