Message-ID: <26307asstr$968811005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <003901c01c65$f3e1a5a0$0101a8c0@ELNgsonnyh> From: "Phil Phantom" <PP@PhilPhantom.Com> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2615.200 Subject: {ASSM} Pedophile Assistant Date: Tue, 12 Sep 2000 22:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/26307> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin <1st attachment, "pedophile-assistant-pp.txt" begin> The Pedophile's Assistant By: Phil Phantom HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com Connie knew she was dealing with a pedophile after the first time she took her thirteen-year-old daughter to him to pose. Yes, he was a professional with his own photography studio, and obviously successful, and had contacts. He looked good and was good looking. He didn't look like a pedophile. He looked legit, but he also looked at Tammy like a pedophile would, even the first time. So why was she still taking Tammy to him seven weeks later, now with twenty-one sessions under their belt, and all except the first two involved nude, lewd, and crude poses with an aroused and naked photographer. Why? Connie couldn't answer that question except to say she wanted to more than she didn't want to, and Tammy raised no objections, never complained, never whined, never so much as raised an eyebrow at anything he wanted her to do, or wanted to do to her, and some of those things hurt a little girl in that part of a little girl that makes her a little girl and not a little boy. In part, Connie wanted to bring Tammy back to Greg because Tammy wanted to go back to Greg because he was the only adult in her life who treated her like a grown-up - a grown-up and experienced whore, but that was fine with Tammy. Tammy liked Greg and Greg liked Tammy, but if left unsupervised they'd be fucking without protection and Tammy could now get pregnant. They would have been fucking from the fifth session on if Connie would have just stepped out for ten minutes to smoke a cigarette. They were a perfect match, Tammy and Greg - he a pedophile, she a pedophile's dream girl - he in his late forties, she in her earliest teens - fertile, fabulous, friendly, flirtatious, and looking ten or eleven - him being big and masculine, her being small and feminine in a child-like way. She didn't look like a young lady when she dressed in her finest; Tammy looked like a child playing dress up. They made quite a picture - Greg and Tammy - quite a few hundred. They could make one hell of a picture with no spoiler along. Connie didn't like playing the spoiler, but she felt she had to. Tammy would end up pregnant if her mother didn't play spoiler. Them fucking wasn't what bothered Connie. She could watch that under the right circumstances, and had watched that quite often. The idea of them fucking germinated and took root in the earlier sessions. Greg deflowered her little pussy with objects that proved she could handle his eleven inches to the balls. Greg managed to drive that point home until he got to drive his cock home. He could fuck her hard and had done so to orgasm when she was in a safe period of her fertility cycle. At the time, the little slut was ready, willing, and able to take a large adult's hard pounding fuck, and was dying to take one to orgasm. They could fuck, but most of the time, Connie had to play the spoiler and see that he didn't deposit any seed where it would fatten Tammy's tummy up. Connie would love to put Tammy on the pill and be able to step out for a smoke break during ovulation or the risky week before and after, maybe take a long walk, do some shopping, stop back by, wait for them to finish fucking, wipe Tammy's cunt, wrap her up, and stick her in the car. The trouble was, Greg wanted her fertile and Tammy would not take the pills because she also knew that he wanted to knock her up. He never came right out and said that, but he was a pedophile who was into that shit. It went without saying. Greg had his special pedophile studio set up in the basement of his home. From the fifth session and from then on, that was were they met for a session, and basement sessions were not photo sessions. They were child molestation sessions by mutual agreement with understandings and restrictions. In that basement was a special room, his trophy room, where all walls were adorned with young girls in late stages of pregnancy, in lewd, crude, and vulgar poses, often having sex with man and beast, or beastly objects that even Connie couldn't handle. Many were being fist fucked in pussies and asses. He had one set of twins that he wore like very odd boxing gloves that he called his slut kitten mittens. He also had some post pregnancy girls nursing babies on nipples, clits, dicks, even dog dicks. Some babies nursed on cum-covered tits or cum-drenched clits. Some nursed on real bitches. One bitch nursed a litter of three infant humans - quite bizarre. Mother/daughter sex was common as were gang bangs, golden showers, bondage, bizarre bestiality (snakes, eels, frogs, a pony, polywogs by the score), anything and everything was depicted very professionally. He was quite proud of his gallery of pedo porn, and seemed to have quite a pedo fan club following, both male and female. The photographs suggested that after winning a trophy mother and daughter, he threw them to the fans and said, "Have a ball." They both knew what he was into, and what the fans were into, but they still kept right on going, and each time Connie was faced with the decision, she'd swear, just this one last time and then that's it. Why? Part of the reason was Greg. Connie liked seeing him naked and erect. He was a hunk, a well-hung hunk, but he only had eyes for the young. He may as well be gay for all the good it did her. He had a magnificent cock, a cock they model the large size dildos from, a cock that looked so good that women reached for that type first though it was a bit too large for masturbating in comfort. She liked watching him stroke himself, rub his cock on her daughter's naked body, penetrate her little body, and cum on her body, trying to cum in her body, or manually put cum in her body. Keeping sperm out of Tammy's pussy was what a spoiler tried her best to do, but that was about all Connie tried her best to do. Playing spoiler is a wet and messy job and often required that the spoiler handle Greg's magnificent cock, to actually grasp it and move it, sometimes to pull it out of a little girl's pussy, so the spoiler could put it where it belonged, like in her ass or mouth where it would do no harm. Connie didn't mind jacking him off in those holes. She didn't mind that one bit, and didn't mind jacking him off in her pussy during safe weeks. The trouble was, most sessions were scheduled on unsafe days with sessions running back to back over the four days of ovulation. Another reason to go - Connie liked seeing and being intimately involved with her daughter's pussy. She liked watching Tammy get fucked by stuff, especially in her cute little pussy. That was why he got to fuck Tammy with stuff in the first place, especially in her cute little pussy. Mommy didn't spoil that. Tammy had a cute and lovely, puffy, clam of a pussy that Connie had no choice but to get very intimate with. A spoiler must get all the sperm out - she must. The process would often make Tammy squirm and giggle. Tammy loved having her mommy play with her pussy, and especially loved watching her try to drag sperm cells out, one at a time by the tail if necessary. In that regard, Connie was a good mother. Connie didn't feel like a good mother. She felt like a pedophile's assistant. She never intended to get this close to the subject. All she wanted was to get close enough to peer over the edge of the pedophilia pit. She didn't want to fall in, dragging an innocent daughter with her What she ended up doing was walking in down basement steps clear to the bottom while being led by an eager daughter, there to take a long look around and get a complete education. After the fifth session, she knew exactly where sessions six, seven, eight through twenty-one and beyond would ultimately lead, and still they kept going with each session taking them another step closer to a place on the wall. Greg had the place all picked out and cleared with Tammy's name over it - a prominent place, larger than the rest. Already, there were shots posted from some of their better sessions. Just as with the others, they began mild and built to the heavy stuff in the last months of pregnancy and for a few months following pregnancy. What happened to the subjects after that bothered Connie a great deal. Were they simply released so he could go after another set of mother and daughter or daughters, or were the witnesses disposed of, fucked to death, drowned in piss, fed to hungry dogs. How could he allow people to walk around with knowledge of the room. Hell, they could walk around and find Jesus, then point out sinners. While contemplating the tenth session, Connie had to know, went to Greg at his downtown studio, and demanded to know. Either she know or there would be no tenth session. Greg drove her back to the gallery, had her select a girl, then drove her to the girl's home. Connie met the girl and her mother. The baby was now three years old. All looked normal enough, healthy enough. The girl had just gotten home from high school cheerleader practice and was both happy and surprised to see Greg, running up to give him a big hug. She ignored her child. The child was more the mother's child, just another sibling in a house full of them. The purpose of the visit was never explained, just a social call. The mother was also friendly with Greg, friendly to the point of calling out her nine-year-old daughter for Greg to have a look at. That was as close as anything came to being pedophilish, Greg looking this child over like a pedophile would, and the child posing for it like she wanted a good pedophile in her life. His hand went up her dress in front to flatten over her lower belly as she thrust her lower belly out. His other hand firmly cupped her little ass to apply pressure and keep her from toppling backward. He slid his hand up to feel her flat chest, then slipped it down inside her panties to feel and finger her pussy with the mother saying, "I think this one will start early. What do you think? You're the expert." He looked like the expert. Greg kept a finger or two in the child while saying, "Could be. Call me as soon as she starts bleeding and I'll get it stopped." Connie was amazed but not too shocked, not after seeing the pictures of the other daughter and all the things she did. The mother was in many of those. That was one reason Connie picked that trophy. She wanted to see the mother and the daughter. Mostly, she wanted to see both alive. They were very much alive and looked none the worse for wear. Connie left that house feeling like it was okay to take Tammy to just one last session. Connie was sure she could handle one more, but then he had to go and put a pickle in her pussy, kept her all through the session with a pickle in her pussy, and sent her home with a pickle in her pussy. Connie had to dig deep to pull a pickle out of her wriggling, giggling daughter's pussy before she could tuck her in: "Okay, just one more, but that will be the very last session we go to, Tammy. Now, get some sleep. You are already up way past your bed time...no, I am not going to eat this disgusting pickle. I am going straight to the toilet to flush it. Now, lay your head down and go to sleep." She ate the pickle. She flushed the toilet and then ate the pickle. She sucked on the pickle, flushed the toilet, then sat on the toilet and fucked herself with the pickle the way Greg fucked Tammy with the pickle for four fucking hours. She sucked, fucked, sucked, fucked, sucked and then ate the pickle. That was the best pickle Connie ever ate - not bad for a slightly fishy tasting, man's-fuck-finger-size, body-temperature, Kosher Dill - not bad at all. At first, it tasted like recently ex-virgin Kosher Dill. You don't get better pickles than that. Now she faced the prospect of yet another session and another step closer to the wall - step twenty-two. Some took three, some took thirty-three. Most took ten to twenty. Greg told Connie she was coming along nicely, that the daughters were always easy. The mothers were always difficult, but not to worry, he was a patient man. However long it took, as long as she'd keep taking steps, they would eventually get there, and he told her that as they studied the walls of his trophy room the very first time, before session five actually got underway. She should have taken Tammy by the hand and marched right back up those steps, but the victim was already naked and tied the way he wanted her - on her back, legs in the splits, totally helpless. Connie did the stripping and the tying. She may as well let him get his dirty pictures. They'd be good. He had a good place for them. As they studied one of the more bizarre pictures of a girl not much older than Tammy, about eight months along, sucking on a large dog's dick being held in a mother's fist, he had the audacity to say, "One day, when you're ready, you'll guide my hard cock to the right hole and deposit my seed where it will do some good." And then he took out his hard cock and placed her hand on it. The nerve! Connie closed her fist around it, squeezed it, gave it a few easy pumps, then looked to him and said, "Like this?" He said, "Slow and easy at first, but gradually step up the tempo until your fist is banging her cunt." "Like this?" "Easy. I don't want to waste this load on the wall. That's it. Nice and easy. Okay, now lead me to your sexy daughter and let's see if Mommy is ready." Connie left session five resolved to never take another step. Jacking that degenerate man off on her daughter's helplessly bound body was just a bit too much. The sixth session was worse. She jacked him off in Tammy's mouth - twice. Connie swore off pedophilia assisting after doing that, then swore off it again after the seventh session where she jacked Greg off in Tammy's mouth and pussy (a safe day), but that was absolutely the last straw - no more - no way - that's final. At session number eight, Connie jacked Greg off in Tammy's asshole three times. That was THE last and final straw. No more of that shit, so at the ninth session, Greg fucked Tammy in the ass with no assistance from Connie. She showed him - all throughout that session, she showed him. Except for retying Tammy in different positions so that he could fuck her in the ass in different positions, or holding her while he fucked her in the ass, she hardly assisted at all. She wasn't about to touch that shitty dick, and that child molester's dick had poor little Tammy's shit all the way to the root. She did wash it for him after a good hard fucking, and she did help him get erections so he could do more hard butt fucking. She would guide a clean cock into Tammy's asshole, and stay with it until it got too dirty, but other than that, Connie offered no assistance in the repeated and continual anal rape of her daughter. Mostly, she just watched her daughter getting fucked in the ass by a pedophile for over three hours. She took Tammy home with over three feet of linked pork sausage stuffed up her ass. Connie had to pull all that out before she could tuck Tammy in. That was as it should be since she was the one who stuffed Tammy like a Christmas goose, putting the last thumb-size link in her pussy because it simply would not fit up her ass and had to be inside her body. Greg insisted that all twelve links go inside Tammy. One had to go in the pussy. Connie didn't suck on the links that went up Tammy's ass, but did resolve to never, never, ever go there again...unless he could assure her that his victims did survive the wall. Then maybe...once more...just one more step closer. At the tenth, Greg took Tammy's cherry with a pickle on a stick. The steps became easier after watching that. Connie no longer had a virginity to look out for, only a womb that needed a spoiler. After session number ten, Connie had a daughter who had been thoroughly fucked in every hole. What she had was a little three-holer slut who would do tricks to get her pussy on a pickle and beg to get her pussy on a cock the size of a cucumber. At session eleven, she did just that, to the balls, but session eleven was also a safe session. Greg fucked the shit out of her all through session eleven. Sessions twelve through eighteen were not safe. Connie played spoiler, especially during the peak of ovulation sessions numbers fourteen through seventeen. He still got to put his dick in her pussy, but not without the spoiler's hand on it and the other had him by the balls. Still, there were close calls and mishaps which were mostly the spoiler's fault. Getting through those risky and very risky sessions was tough on Connie. She sweated that next period, but the blood flowed right on schedule. What a relief. Session twenty-two would begin another risky cycle, a prelude to another four-day marathon that would test a mother's resolve. The trouble was, Connie didn't think she could make it through another and had twenty-one steps under her belt to finally convince her that taking another step only got easier, not harder. Connie faced a wall. The only question was, approach it in baby steps or go bounding toward it and leap onto it. After accepting the inevitable, one part of her wanted to just get it over with while another knew she could never live with herself if she didn't drag her feet until they were both hung on the wall like the trophies they were - as it should be. Either way he'd get what he was after, and if she ever found Jesus, she'd run the other way. At some point, an assistant becomes an accomplice, and Connie felt like she may have crossed that line way back at session number nine when she helped him rape her daughter's little fucking ass. She didn't assist. She strapped on a dildo and helped out. Between them, they raped the fuck out of the little bitch. The little bitch loved it, but still, they did rape the fuck out of a little girl's ass. Responsible adults should know better. Of course, they did exactly what was expected of two pedophiles with a little girl's ass at their mercy. It was one hour until they were due to leave for session number twenty-two. Connie was ready, but Tammy was still primping. Connie felt the urge to interrupt Tammy's primping to set her down for a mother/daughter heart-to-heart but knew that would be a waste of breath. No way would Tammy turn away from that wall. From the moment she saw that disgusting filth, she wanted up there. She wanted to be a star, the best Greg ever nailed, a prize trophy. If her mother tried to spoil everything for her, she would be holy hell to try to live with. That was another reason Connie kept taking Tammy to Greg. Tammy dragged. He was right. The girls were easy and a huge cock didn't frighten them away, quite the contrary. They were all willing to suffer to take it all. Tammy suffered horribly but never once tried to get him to stop or even ease up. Connie did for all the good it did, but Greg knew best how to ream-out an asshole or pussy. There was just no getting around the suffering. Little girls just weren't built to take that much cock. Hell, Connie wasn't built to take that much cock. A pony isn't built for that much cock, but her little girl took it to the balls in all three holes. No, there was no point in discussing this with Tammy, not now, not after all her suffering. That was all behind her. She now had a body custom tailored to Greg. In any hole, they fit like a hand in a snug glove. Connie had only herself to talk to, only herself to blame. She couldn't even lay any on Greg. He was up-front and above board from the fifth session on. He played by any rules she laid down and waited on her to come around with the only stipulation being that each step had to be a step closer to the wall. She came to each session prepared to go a step farther than before, and he got to decide how to step. By agreement, she had to accept that step. He could have forced the final step in that way, but he wanted her to take that final step on her own, and that final step had to come during a risky or very risky period in Tammy's fertility cycle. After that, they would be partners in getting Tammy knocked up, and Connie agreed to those terms at the fifth session, then sealed that deal by stripping naked, kneeling and kissing his balls while on all fours like a dog. Of course she only entered that agreement so she could seal it, but that was neither here nor there, a deal is a deal. The balls had been kissed. The balls had been kissed very well and often, as every session ended with the ceremonial kissing of the child molester's balls by the kneeling naked mother. Connie kissed over every bit of scrotum surface clear back to the asshole, then licked, even sucked balls into her mouth. After the tenth session, she also licked and sucked his tired and spent appendage, often wet with her daughter's vaginal secretions. His balls were always sopping wet from slapping her little darling in the cunt. The parting formalities were generally a ten-minute ordeal that Tammy found most amusing because it gave her the opportunity to play with, fuck with, torment, tease, and use her mouth on her mother's pussy and asshole at a time when her mother couldn't do or say a damn thing about it. She had to keep her knees two feet apart and take it whatever IT was, and at some point, IT would be a dog. They had seen the pictures. Until Rover showed up, she'd have to settle for a fist fucking from her child. They had seen those pictures, too. Connie kept coming back, in part, for more parting ceremonies. Connie had a lot on her mind as the minutes ticked by toward session twenty-two and parting scene number seventeen. Rover was bound to show up this time. Greg even hinted by calling her a bitch, a good bitch, but the bitch wasn't lost on her. He never called her a bitch before. He often referred to Tammy as a little bitch, but seemed to be saving the term for the mother bitch to be used as an effective hint at a key session. Clearly, he thought twenty-two would do the trick. Connie wasn't sure he wasn't right. She couldn't sink much lower, stop, or go back. With twenty minutes to go, Tammy came out in a pretty dress, looking very pretty. She wore nothing else and proved that when showing how well she shaved her pussy. Connie felt the shave because she was expected to thoroughly feel the shave; besides, she wanted to. While checking the shave, Tammy said, "I didn't shave inside the slit, Mom." Connie stopped stroking her finger through the oily slit and drew her hand out, saying, "I know that. I just wanted to see how ready you were." "Well, you just made me readier. Wanna finger fuck me so I'll be ready to fuck?" "Tammy, please, not here. Save that language and behavior for Greg's basement. We discussed that. We leave that sordid business in the basement." "It just looked to me like you wanted to. I wouldn't mind bringing it out of the basement. I wouldn't mind doing you. I'll use my tongue if you want. Would you like that?" "Tammy, please." "Do you mean please do or please stop?" "Please stop. Look, I know you're having an easy time of this but I'm not. We shouldn't be doing this. I should be preventing this not assisting this." "I know, but it's too late, now. You can't stop, now, Mom." "I know, Tammy, believe me, I know." "We're going all the way, right?" "I'm sure we will one day." "Promise!" "Yes, I promise." "Swear ta god and hope ta die?" "Yes, we'll get there. You have my word." "All the way, anything he wants?" "Yes, anything he wants." She beamed and said, "Great! You're going to get fucked by a dog. I'll betcha tonight." "Tammy, I said not here. You save that trash talk for the base...oh, what's the use." Tammy hopped up on her mom's lap and threw both arms around her neck, getting nose to nose to say, "Are you going to be a good bitch and let the doggie fuck you?" "Yes, I'll let the doggie fuck me, but you make sure he fucks the right hole." "Which one's the right hole?" "You know very well which of my holes is the right hole." Tammy grinned. She did. She looked impishly and said, "Mom, my pussy is dying for sperm. You gotta get lots of sperm in it and leave it in there. You gotta stop torturing me." "I'm not ready for that Tammy, and we're now into an unsafe period." Tammy sat up and looked serious as she aid, "Well, you better get ready or that mutt's cock is going up your asshole and I'm getting under you to chew on your clit while he's fucking you in the ass. I'll show you what eating pussy really is, and you won't like it." "Tammy! You can't be serious." "Yeah! Try me. If you torture me, I'm going to torture you." "I just may not go, then." "You'll go. In ten minutes we'll both go. [hopping down] I want to brush my hair some more. You think about what I just said. You think hard about it. If you like your clit where it is, you remember what I told you. Stop torturing me." With that, the adorable little monster flounced off. Connie did think about it while rubbing her clit where she liked it. She wanted her clit to remain right where it was. Tammy just took the weight of the world off a mother's shoulders. The only thing holding Connie back was how Tammy may look back on this sordid adventure as an adult. She just assumed full responsibility. No mother could be expected to risk a clit much less lose it. Tammy was dead serious. She'd try to chew the fucker off. She was through being tortured, tormented, and teased. What a relief. Connie was just getting her nut when Tammy came out and saw that her mother made a wise decision. After the nut, Tammy knelt and kissed the clit, then smiled up and said, "I sure know how to get through to you, don't I?" While watching Tammy licking the fleshy clit nicely, Connie said while spreading her legs and the lips with fingers, "Yes, you certainly do. I'll see that you get all the sperm he can muster, and I won't be trying to get any out. I'll be stuffing sperm in." Connie put all of her clit out in the open in a wide oval of coral-pink vaginal interior meat, effectively placing her defenseless clit at the mercy of a daughter high on power. Tammy couldn't resist taking the whole clit in her teeth, baring her fangs, and biting down just hard enough to get her painful message across. Connie endured the fairly hard bite and tug while still holding herself open, making no attempt to defend herself, no begging, no pleading, no crying out. She kept the clit at Tammy's mercy and for that received another painful bite along with several more painful tugs before Tammy smilingly eased off and gave a few nice licks. Tammy then said, "Now, you know what I can do. You better fuck that doggie real good if you want licks instead of bites. I'll lick a good bitch, but I'll bite a bad one, and you're getting fucked in the ass, bitch. You better learn to like it. If I can, so can you." That as true. Tammy stood and took her mother by the hand, saying, "Come on, bitch. We gotta get you bred. Let me see you wag your tail like a bitch in heat who knows she's going to get bred by a real handsome stud dog with a great big cock." Connie wagged her tail. That made Tammy smile. Connie smiled, too, behind her daughter's back as she was being dragged along. Just inside the door of Greg's house, they were met by a gathering which included dogs. The faces looked familiar. Greg came up to Connie and said, "I think it's time we stop playing games. I think you're ready to be a good bitch. Take off your clothes and get down on your all fours - BITCH!" Connie began removing her clothes. You can imagine the rest. The End Read other stories by the same author by visiting Phantom Base at HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with open sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex, body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of fantasy and are offered to promote the only safe sex there is - masturbation. Before you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards are because they can all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with minors should be left to other minors. 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