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From: "Pedro Vila" <pedrovila@huntand.peck>
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Subject: {ASSM} Sam Ped in "Babysitting the Marker" (noir,ped,cons)
Date: Sat,  2 Jun 2001 19:10:05 -0400
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This is a work of fiction.
The author does not condone
any of the actions taken by
the characters in this story.

This story concerns sex and a child

If you are under age or it is illegal
to read of such things where you are,
then stop now.

Warning: Sam Ped is a Pedophile

This story is free to be reposted or
passed around for free as long as
the author gets credit.



_____________________________



               Sam Ped in
              "BABYSITTING THE MARKER"
               by Pedro Vila


   It was getting dark outside. Soon the darker parts of the cities
inhabitants will come out and forge around for some dark kind of
satisfaction. I stood and watched the sun set from my second story office
window. Not a lot to see from here, but I could imagine it all going down
like I was a participant. I participated before. I knew the drill.
   Work was coming in steady lately. Mostly find lost kids and spy jobs for
low pay. All innocent kids too which meant no action for me on the side.
   That was okay. I had bills to pay. But I needed some attention too, and
soon if I was going to keep my other nose clean.
   My door opened and I turned to see what the night had to offer. Her head
barely peeked from above the door knob. Very young, and very girl. My first
image was to plant her on the desk for a consultation and an exploratory
massage. I neede to reign my thoughts in.
   "Boy, do you have the wrong door." I told her. I followed with, "You
lost?"
   "Mister?" she asked in a light high voice. "Your the 'tective?"
   I sighed and sat at my desk. I nodded at her to come in. She stepped in
and stood at the open door. "What can I do for you?"
   "Can I stay with you for a few days?" My head gave me unsolicited images
again. She had those eyes that hid the eye lids. The kind that sparkled when
smiling. Brown hair down to her shoulders. Her body wasn't hefty or chubby,
but was a little stocky with a slight pooch at the belly. She was not quite
facing me and I could see a couple of rumples of her dress stay above her
nice and round, firm bottom which went down to some nicely shaped legs.
Except for the almost flat chest she could have had a perfect adult body.
Maybe when she was older she'd be fat, but right then she looked delicious.
She must have been no more then eight years old.
   "You don't want to stay with me. Are you sure your not lost?" I was
hoping she was and would leave. I would never jump a girl who wasn't ready,
but sometimes it was a real struggle.
   I was struggling right then.
   "Just for a few days. I won't be a bother. Promise." She looked sad and a
little scared. Maybe I should help her. Maybe I'll just end up helping her
out of her clothes.
   "Do you know what your asking? I'm a pedophile, I should warn you."
   "Oh." was all she said. She stayed at the door for a beat and then said,
"What's a pedalfly?"
   I smiled. Little girls had a way of cheering me up. "It means I like
little girls."
   "Oh, okay."
   "Like your mommy likes your daddy."
   She nodded like she understood. "Okay." she said and came in shutting the
door behind her. I started to get my hopes up. My hopes took a nosedive into
the water when I saw bruises on her arms and beautiful legs. As she walked
to my desk I could see what was left of a shiner fading from her left eye.
Somebody had been hurting this little piece of candy and I decided to help
her somehow.
   The candy sat up on the customer chair and I tried not to look up her
dress. She had on white panties. Those legs looked real tight. I shook my
head at myself and started the ball rolling. "Why do you want to stay with
me?"
   "My mom said I had to hide for a while or some bad men would sell me.
Somebody told me I could trust you." She trusted me more then I trusted
myself.
   "Who wants to sell you?"
   "Some friends of mom's. They gave her money, I think."
   I sighed. The girl was a marker and it was time to collect. She wouldn't
have much of a life ahead of her if they got her. It also meant no money for
my time either and trouble if they knew I had her.
   "Okay. Who else knows your here?"
   She thought about it a bit. "Nobody." she shrugged.
   "Who told you about me?"
   She shrugged again. "I don't know her name, but she said I should see you
so I came over on the buss." Probably alone too. Which meant she was used to
taking care of herself. She'd probably never see her mom again but I didn't
tell her that right then. Maybe I could get her to a foster home. Only I'd
have to wait until everything blew over, or they'd find her and snatch her
from any state run program.
   I stood up and she got up to follow. "First thing is we get you away from
here and someplace safe." She followed me like a lost puppy. "You have a bag
or a suitcase?"
   The little girl nodded and made for the door. She must have left it in
the hall. I made her stay put and retrieved it myself, then I walked her to
a side door that led to a stairway, out the back alley to my car and made
her ride low in her seat so she wouldn't be seen.
   That might have looked bad, a pedophile hiding a little girl as he drove
her to someplace secret, but nobody got wise and I let her sit up when we
hit the freeway. I kind of wished she stayed down like she was as it made
her dress ride up and her legs were a source of merryment to me. At least
until I almost hit the car in front of me.
   I had another place I could use. A timeshare that was empty this time of
year. On the way there I dabbled in some light conversation. "What's your
name?"
   "Sharon."
   "Sharon what?"
   "Hinkle."
   "Okay, Sharon Hinkle. My name is Sam Ped." I held out my hand to shake. I
wanted her to feel at ease. Also it kept me from putting it on her leg.
Sharon Hinkle looked at it confused though, and I dropped it making a
conscious effort not to brush her leg on the way down. "So, where's your
daddy?"
   "Which one?"
   I looked at her face. "Your real one." But Sharon gave me a blank look
which told me volumes. No biological father. Many 'dads'. Bruises all over.
Mother in hock to 'bad men'. It was a good guess that Sharon wasn't a virgin
anymore. "Do you still go to school?"
   "Sometimes. Not lately." Not while bruised or she be gone from her home
in a flash. Mother wasn't going to give her up. That was a mark in her
favor. Mother told her to run when the deal went bad.
   The driveway was empty which meant nobody was home at the other parts of
the triplex. I walked Sharon in and she looked at everything quietly but
with no outward fear. Then she saw the TV and turned it on and sat on the
couch. It was on an adult channel and I changed it quick like.
   "Sorry. Your not supposed to see that." I said with a sheepish grin.
   "It's okay. I've seen it before." My grin soured and I put on a cartoon.
   "You hungry?" Sharon lighted up at the mention of food. She nodded hard.
The fridge was empty and off. I turned it on and made for the cupboard.
There was an unopened box of cookies and I tossed it onto the couch by her.
"I should get some things at the store. You be okay here by yourself?"
   Sharon gave me a look like 'Please. How old do you think I am?!' and I
said, "Don't answer the door for anybody. I have a key so I'll come in. If
anybody knocks, pretend your not home." Another look like I was stating the
obvious.
   I left for a few hours.
   She was still in the same place when I got back. She looked at me but
said nothing. The box of cookies was empty. I had some basic kitchen stuff
and made sandwiches for us. Cartoons were over and it was Jerry Springer.
Todays show was about preteens dressing provocatively and defying their
parents. I wanted to watch it but thought it wasn't a good idea with Sharons
possible future coming up. I looked at her and we ate in silence as I tried
not to be to obvious about looking her over.
   I imagined sitting her on my lap and playing uncle. Talking about little
girl things and stealing hugs and kisses. My darker side estimated how firm
and tight her little body was and told me how much I wanted to fuck her.
   "You want to fuck me now?" Sharon asked. I would have been less startled
if she'd pulled a big mallet out and hit my on the head with it. I wanted to
say 'yes'. I wanted to say 'no'.
   I said nothing. I was locked in an internal battle and then she started
to pull up her dress. Sharon completely stripped and then undid my zipper. I
wanted to help but her body was even more bruised where I'd not seen before.
   I felt like a heel.
   Shraron got on my lap and straddled facing me. She was fairly solid and
small. Despite myself I had a raging hard on. She grabbed at it like and
expert and dabbing some spit from herself, she lubed both of us up. Then she
lowered herself onto me and I grabbed the couch like the room was about to
spin.
   She was way too small and way to tight. There was no way I could fit into
her tiny place without hurting her allot. Sharon dropped all of her weight
on me and wiggled until I actually started to penetrate her. Her face took
on a mask of hurt but she bit her lip and bore down with everything she had.
I couldn't believe I was fitting inside of her. She was tighter then
anything I'd ever felt before, and I'd been in my share of young girls, let
me tell you.
   Sharon stopped and looked confused again. I heard strain in her voice but
she asked calmly, "Aren't you going to use your hands?" I couldn't answer. I
was about to cum hard. She had had her hands behind her back all this time
I'd just noticed and she brought them forward. "I have to use my hands,
okay?" she said like an apology. She grabbed my hands and put them on her
waist hard and then reached down to spread her tiny little snatch lips and I
slid just a bit more into her. Her middle was firm and so soft to the touch
that I blew into her like a fire hose.
   Sharon felt me go off in her and looked scared, like it was time to hit
her. I didn't raise a finger from her waist. It felt too good. When I came
down from my lovers high I looked at her intently. Sharon was now a very
confused girl.
   "Don't you like me?" she asked in a little voice. She sounded like she
had done something horribly wrong. "Didn't I do it right?"
   "You did it right and I do like you." I said catching my breath finally.
"It was wonderful."
   Sharon looked at me with her head cocked to the side. "Your different."
was all she said.
   "You didn't enjoy that though, did you?" I asked. She had no answer. I
knew she'd only been used before and since we'd gone this far, I decided to
finish the job. I laid her down onto her back and stroked her dirty hair. I
wanted to shower with her and clean her good but the moment called for
alacrity. I started by kissing her sweet lips and mouth with a gentleness
she was unprepared for.
   Sharon was at a total loss as to what was going on and it was her turn to
hold still in indecision. I carresed and petted her shapely body smoothly
and gently with as much care for her feelings as I could make apparent. My
own mouth worked it's way slowly down her body, taking cues from from her
reactions before proceeding on. She reacted little at her nipples but I
found her belly button to be quite sensitive and that's was when she finally
gasped a little.
   I stayed on the belly until finally she put her hands on my head and
almost pushed down, then stopped herself like she was doing the wrong thing.
I lifted up and said to her smiling, "You may push me anyplace you want me
to go. Or we can stop."
   Sharon's voice was husky. "Please don't stop." I felt her hand on my head
again and she wanted to push me down but was still unsure.
   I went down on her. I was gentle and slow. I worked her with my lips and
tongue and took my time. Sharon needed the time to overcome her bad
experiences. I had nowhere to go. I took as long as she needed.
   I tongued her deeply and then lightly in shifts working her to what I
hoped was her climax. Most eight year olds couldn't climax. Most eight year
olds couldn't fuck as well as she could either. She had allot of experience
there, but only as a servant. I wasn't sure if she could be served for a
change, but she had took charge with me already so I knew it could happen.
   I ate her clean. I tasted myself and probably other things as well, but
the important part was to do something for her for a change. It was Sharon's
turn anfd it was a long time in coming.
   Her small insides started to clamp on me and I felt the wave come. Sharon
came for the first time in her little life. I put my hands on her hips and
held my face there, enjoying the newfound joy I had just brought her. She
bucked at me hard and a hand grabbed my hair with a death grip. She had let
go and all the abuse that she'd suffered for others released themselves at
me with wave after wave of bucking and grunting.
   I probably lost some hair to her grip and got a fat lip from her solid
thighs but I never grabbed her hard back, but let her ride my face like a
pent up cowgirl. The emotional release was so strong that I got hard and
came onto the couch with out touching myself. Her little girl box got very
juicy and I swallowed a few times.
   When Sharon was finally spent. I lifted up and looked at her with as kind
of a face as I could muster. She looked at me and her lip started to quiver,
then she flew into my arms and held my tightly as she cried out all the
injustice she now understood that she suffered before.
   I held her with restrained lust and some love as well and told her,
"That's how it's supposed to feel. Not the other way they showed you. But
like this." She cried harder and held tighter.
   We stayed like that the rest of the day.

   It took a few days and I was never in my office in that time, but I
showed little Sharon how to cum during regular sex. I made sure that she
took care of her needs before taking care of mine.
   Then I finally found a sympathetic house with an adult couple who could
watch her for a few days while I took care of Sharon's problem. Sharon
didn't want to leave my side, or bed for that matter, but I told her that
bad men still wanted to get her and I had to make it stop.
   I also needed a rest as her tight little body was causing my own male
body part to become raw and worn out. Sharon was an eight year old vice. She
also knew not to talk about our relationship to the nice couple who just
thought she was from a battered home.

   I didn't find the mother. She found me. Sharon's mother was a junky. She
didn't bother to hide her track marks.
   "Can you find my baby girl?" she said, making herself at home on my desk
without asking. "Here's a picture." It dropped out of her hands before she
could get it to me. The picture was of Sharon on a unknown mans lap. She
looked unhappy and he had his hand on her butt under her dress. I had
forgotten how bad she looked when she'd first came to me. Sharon was a much
happier girl these last few days. I felt my steam rise.
   "What makes you think I'll find her for you?" I snapped back.
   The mother was swaying like a drunk snake. I could of put on a head dress
and blew a snakecharmer song from right out of the movies.
   "You like little girls. If you find her for me, I'll let you have her."
She smiled like she was on something. She must have thought she said
something clever. I thought I was cleverer by not mentioning I was already
having her daughter.
   "Uh huh." I stood. My voice was brittle. "Your Ms. Hinkle. The whole town
knows about you. You want to sell your daughter to some mob, right?" Ms.
Hinkle looked like I just slapped her in the face. I killed her buzz, I
guess. "Yeah, I know all about it. You owe them money for drugs and now it's
time to pay up. Couldn't think of another way?" Hinkle's face was all
screwed up. She didn't want to think about this stuff. "It's your debt. Why
don't you work it off yourself."
   Now her face was really looking old and used up. Finally, she shot back
at me, "You know what they'd make me do? You know the horrible things I'd
have to do for them?!" Hinkle's voice started to sound like an old hag from
the cartoons. "I couldn't do that shit!"
   "So you'd sell your own innocent daughter to suffer that shit? You think
she'd better equipt to handle it?" Hinkle's face broke at the realization of
what she would have done. It had just not seemed real up until then. Now the
mother part that had been drunk and high cameout and tears flowed.
   I didn't move a muscle. I didn't like the mother as much as I liked the
daughter. "You want to save your daughter, tell 'em she's gone and make
whatever deal you can. She'll be safe if you don't know where she is. Keep
it that way." I move to the door and opened it for her. "I won't find her
for the likes of you."
   Ms. Hinkle was aging visibly in front of me. I had to get her out before
she needed a walker.

   I never saw Sharons mother again. She didn't turn up dead anywhere. I
checked. Maybe someday she'd get her act together and they could meet as
adults.
   But right now I had a house guest and she was getting interested in
little girl things. Soon she would have to leave to have a good life. But
for the time being, we still shared something sweet and intimate.
   God she was fucking tight!

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