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Subject: {ASSM} Thoughtcrime (ped, nosex, abuse by "child advocates")
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Date: Sun, 06 May 2007 20:10:02 -0400
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Story name:  Thoughtcrime
(ped, nosex, abuse by "child advocates")

Author:  Anonymous

a fictional composite of real events

  
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Thoughtcrime (anonymous)

The author has placed this story in the public domain.

No copyright.  2007.

Distribute freely.

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Chapter 1


Luke Harmon sat in front of his computer, the sound of his modem connecting
to his ISP broke the silence.  Luke lived alone, and this was his life,
such as it was.  He worked as a carpenter, building houses,
but he hardly cared about his job.  Sure, he put in an honest day's work
for an honest day's wages, but he found the work - and his co-workers -
monotonous and dull.  This was where he really lived - on the net -
where it didn't matter what kind of work he did, only what he could add
to the conversation.

Luke opened two programs in two windows - his browser and his news client.
With the browser he went to the community forum where he participated,
with the news client he went to his favorite alt.binaries.pictures group.
He knew it wasn't legal, but then "the law is an ass".  Before he needed
to go to sleep, he might have time to download a few pictures series,
or a few movies - several minutes each - or perhaps some of the movies
with the tiny  pictures, only a few seconds long, that were almost as small
(in file size) as a large jpeg.  He felt a compulsion to keep up
with the posts, because his ISP only kept USENET posts for 7 days,
and much of it might never be posted again - and naturally, there were
no archives online.

Luke went through the list of subject headings, and clicked on a few
from each series, as well as a few stills from the short movies.
Then he switched to his browser and chatted with his friends
while the pictures were downloading in his news client.

About an hour later Luke returned to the news client.  Only a few pictures
were still downloading, so he started looking at what had downloaded so far.
The first few girls were attractive, but not spectacular.  He clicked on
a few more pictures from those series, to get a better sampling.
The next couple girls were not to his taste at all - too old, with breasts!
Then there were two series with an incredibly beautiful brunette,
about nine years old.  He clicked on every picture in both those series.
There was one series after that (again, he wanted a few more samples)
and the thumbnails for some movies - they looked good.  He clicked on
three mini-movies with a rather pretty blond, about seven years old,
then finally decided on one of the longer (but still short) movies.
That was about all that he would be able to download tonight.

Luke went back to his browser.  He chatted a while longer, then went
to a news website before getting back to his downloads.  The two picture series
were all he hoped for.  In each, the brunette started out fully clothed,
then worked her way down to nothing.  In the first, she was in a kitchen
playing with a bowl of fruit, dancing around in just an apron for a while,
then finally showing off all her charms, smiling for the camera
the whole time.  In the second series she started out wearing a summer dress
in an open field.  She took off her panties first, then let the dress fall,
holding it around her waist for a while, then she laid the dress down
and sat down on top of it.  Finally, she removed her shoes and socks.

Flawless.  That's what Luke thought.  She's flawless.  Soft, smooth skin,
not a hair below her neck.  She still had slim hips, with the cutest
little butt and coltish legs.  She had smooth, pronounced lips on her cunny.
Her dark brown hair reached down to soft shoulders - magnificent!
She was smiling with her whole body - that couldn't be faked.

Luke imagined he was there with - Maria, the file name said.  He lay down
beside Maria and looked into her eyes.  She giggled, happy to be the object
of his attention.  He slid closer, and she snuggled up to him.
He reached out and held her close, she smiled and kissed him on his cheek.
The sun was warm, the smell of flowers wafted across the fields.
After a while, Luke got up and found some clover.  He plucked the white flowers
and began making a crown for Maria to wear.  Maria saw what Luke was doing,
and started plucking clover for Luke.  Luke finished first,
and Maria giggled when Luke placed the crown on her head, proclaiming her
a princess of his realm.

Luke drifted back to reality.  He decided to look at the mini-movies next.

The girl was pretty, but the screen captures hadn't prepared him for this.
This girl - supposedly "Suzie" - did not want to be there.  An overweight man,
probably her father, roughly grabbed hold of her and started running his hands
down her chest and over her cunny.  She tried to get away from the man,
but he was too big and too strong for her.  Movies like this were uncommon,
but Luke had seen a couple like them before.

In his mind, Luke was there with Suzie.  "What the hell are you doing?"
he asked the man.  "Can't you see she doesn't like this?  Get away from her!"
He tried to get between the girl and her father, tried to shield her -
but there was little he could do.

Reality crept in.  Luke knew there was nothing he could do for Suzie.
Still, he took a look at the other two mini-movies with Suzie,
each only a few seconds long, hoping that the first one was the worst.
It wasn't.  Luke saved the movies.  He couldn't do much for Suzie,
but he had to remember her.  He owed her that.  He would have said
a little prayer for her, but he wasn't religious.

Luke took a look at the short movie he had downloaded.  It was a bit over
a minute long, and featured a girl about eleven or twelve years old,
with pretty brown eyes and reddish-brown hair that didn't quite reach
her shoulders.  The filename claimed she was "Natasha".  She started out
fully dressed, but without much ado stripped down to nothing
in the first ten seconds of the video, then laid down on a bed
and rubbed her budding breasts for a little while before spreading her legs
and rubbing her cunny, which was just beginning to sprout a few hairs.
She spoke to the cameraman in a foreign language that Luke guessed
was Eastern European.  He had no idea what she said, but her voice
was soft and sexy and enthusiastic.  Natasha kept masturbating until
the end of the clip.  Luke needed little imagination this time -
here was a sexy, enthusiastic girl who was clearly enjoying herself.
He put the clip on a loop and masturbated along with her.

When he was finished, he turned off the computer and went to sleep.



Chapter 2


Luke knew that with his attractions he would be unpopular in this day and age.

Born at the wrong time.

Throughout most of history his attractions would not have merited
a second thought - he would have married a nice girl, and got on with life.
But this was not most of history.  This was now, and he was expected
to find romance with an old woman that he would never - not for one day -
find attractive.  It was one thing to fall in love and eventually
grow old together - there would be a past and remembrance of shared joys -
but all of this was denied to Luke.  Sure, he could play make believe,
but his heart would never be in it, and ultimately it would not be fair
to any woman he might marry, so Luke had decided to remain single.

Still, there were moments of joy.  His sister, Joan, was visiting
with her children, James (seven) and Gillian (five).  James and Gillian
loved their Uncle Luke.  He always paid plenty of attention to them,
and taught them things, and played their games - unlike their mother,
who mostly ignored them except when she was yelling at them.

As for Joan - well, Luke loved his sister, but he had to admit that she was
a bitch.  She had always jockeyed for social position, always had to have
her own way, always wanted to be the center of attention, and justified it all
with her "faith".  Joan was a Gossip, which she counted as a virtue,
claiming that it was necessary to hold others accountable for their sins.

So despite his love for his sister, Luke was not too sad to take a break
from her company when his sister suggested that he take James and Gillian
out for a movie while she took a nap.

Unfortunately, Joan was also a snoop and a busybody.  She had decided
that Luke should get married, and felt it was appropriate that she should
sneak a look at his computer.  She found Luke's collection.

When Luke and the kids returned from the movie, the police were waiting.



Chapter 3


Seven year old James was scared.  It had all started when Uncle Luke
had brought his sister and himself home from the movie.  There were
some policemen waiting, and when they saw his uncle - his FAVORITE uncle -
they had thrown Luke down on the ground and handcuffed him.  James had no idea
why they had done that, or why two of the policemen had hit Uncle Luke
after he was already handcuffed.  James had always thought that policemen
were nice people who helped people, but he had definitely changed his opinion
about that.  Especially after they brought him and his sister HERE.
There had been some doctors who asked all sorts of weird questions -
had Uncle Luke ever touched them here, or here, or here.  They showed him
a doll when they did that.  Then they showed him another doll,
and said it was Uncle Luke, and that he should hit the doll and yell at it.
He didn't want to, but they insisted, so he remembered some of the things
his mother liked to yell, and yelled that at the doll.  The doctors
seemed happy about that.

They had separated James from Gillian, but he knew they had done
something with a doll with her too.  She had loudly insisted
that she loved Uncle Luke, and that he had never touched her
where they said he had touched her, and that she wouldn't care if he had.
She had refused to yell at the doll.

Now Gillian was on the other side of a door, in the examination room,
screaming her head off.  James could hear the doctors and nurses cursing
as they held Gillian down for the examination.

Finally they brought Gillian out, still sobbing but too tired to fight back
any longer.  James heard one of the doctors say, "Well, she's clean.
We have no evidence that this girl was ever abused."  A nurse replied,
"Isn't the lack of evidence suspicious in itself?  Mr. Harmon must be
a criminal mastermind to have avoided leaving any evidence."

James didn't know exactly what they were talking about, but it didn't make
any sense to him.  Then it was his turn.

The nurse held James down on the examination table while the doctor
pinched his penis and stuck her fingers up James' bottom.  Then the doctor
pushed some metal thing up James' bottom, and did something that made it
very wide.  It HURT.  Even without the pain, James had never been
so embarrassed in his life.

"No evidence that this boy has ever been abused, either," said the doctor.

"It's such a shame that his uncle is such a terrible person," said the nurse.



Chapter 4


Luke Harmon sat in his cell - the cell where he would likely be spending
the rest of his life.  The prosecutor had promised that things would go easier
if he would plead guilty to possession of eight of the images that were found
on his computer, and knowing the likely attitude of a jury Luke had agreed.
Then the Judge had given him the maximum penalty possible - 120 years.

Luke had seen a court-appointed psychiatrist, who had diagnosed Luke
with cognitive distortion because Luke could not see how his actions
had harmed anyone.  Then the psychiatrist told the court that Luke
was incurable, and if he was ever released would be sure to abuse children.
So the judge had put Luke in jail - effectively for life.

Luke had refused to bend.  When his cellmate "Coyote" asked why he was here,
Luke told him.  "Damn, dawg!" Coyote said, "You should have just killed
some people!  You'd have been out in no time!"



Epilogue


"I don't know what got into James," said the teacher.  "Until a few months ago he was such a good and attentive student, but now he seems to have a problem
with any sort of authority figure.  I just can't get him to listen to me,
or do any of his work."

"Well," said Joan, "we discovered that his Uncle was sexually abusing him.
His younger sister is suffering even worse.  She says she hates me now.
She's totally out-of-control and no matter how much we try to discipline her,
nothing works.  He had Gillian so confused that she still believes
he loved her."

"Oh! how terrible!" said the teacher.  "This sort of things happens so often
in cases of sexual abuse."



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This story is fictional, but much of it is based on real events.

There is nothing implausible in it.


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