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The Twelve Commandments - 1 - Thou Shalt Plunder Thy 
Neighbor's Youngest
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
Last update: 04-21-2005

***

I have set out here with but one intent. To compile as 
controversial a series of sexually explicit tales as 
have yet seen the light of day. If one can find but a 
remnant of pleasant reading or compassionate prose 
within these words, I have failed in the task I have 
set for myself. Exploitation of the young, gratuitous 
violence, unrelenting sexual trauma and scenes of 
carnal debauchery to sicken the most committed of 
social-workers. This is what awaits the reader. You 
have been warned! (Mf, ped, nc, rp, v, inc, 1st)

***

Chapter One: 
Thou Shalt Plunder Thy Neighbor's Youngest


James McMillan was without doubt the last person you 
would want living in your street. 

With a rap sheet listing two convictions for rape, 
three of sexual assault of a child under sixteen, four 
convictions for committing an unnatural act upon a 
child under fourteen, all you could really say now, is 
that at just twenty-eight years of age, not only had he 
wasted little time, but so far as female age-groups 
were concerned, he was definitely moving in a bad-ass 
direction.

The problem is, Jim didn’t look like either an ex-con 
or a paedophile. No rippling biceps with "Muvver" 
tattooed one side and "Cherries ‘R Us," the other. No 
greased hair curling round his ears, cigarette smoke 
exiting his nasal cavity through the usual twin 
exhausts, not even a hint of bad-language in polite 
company. 

If anything, James looked like the Jehovah’s Witness 
that any onlooker would have assumed he was, clutching 
his bible and religious accessories to him as he 
ascended the six steps to the front door of number 
eighteen Saracen Avenue, McConnochie Heights.

Twelve-year old Denise Morrison, thinking her mother 
was back from the corner store, jumped up from the 
lounge where she had been watching TV and opened the 
front door.

"Oh, hello," she said breezily, surprised to see the 
youngish looking man standing there. She saw the Bible 
he was carrying and guessed he was just another Jesus 
freak of some kind. He looked kinda neat though she 
thought!

James looked down at the young girl. He had so hit the 
jackpot this time.

"Is your mom or dad home young lady?" he asked affably, 
knowing of course not only that the girl was alone but 
pretty much how long to the second he had, before her 
mom would be back. It pays to do your homework 
thoroughly in James’ line of work.

"Sorry, no," she answered, "Although my mom will be 
back any moment, but I don’t think she’s interested in 
talking about that sort of stuff," she glanced towards 
the bible in his hand.

"Look, I have to go now," the girl added cheerfully, "I 
shouldn’t really be talking to strangers."

"You’re dead right on that score kid," he muttered 
kneeing the girl hard in the crotch and shoving her 
backwards before she had a chance to recover from 
either the pain or the shock. Closing the door behind 
him, he placed his bible on the hall table. This was to 
be his piece-de-resistance.

******

Jenny Morrison handed over the twenty dollar bill and 
lugged her bag of groceries back to the Cherokee. She 
never liked leaving Denise alone for even the shortest 
time although she had educated her daughter about the 
ways of the world and had instilled in her the need for 
caution at all times. She was though still only twelve 
after all.

Closing the front door with her foot she called out for 
a second time, "Denise?"

Occasionally one sees things that in terms of deviation 
from the norm, defy rational explanation. The young man 
sitting on the lounge was one such moment for Jenny. 
Dropping her groceries from shock she cried out, 
"Who...who the hell are you?" 

James raised the bible he was holding in his lap. "Tch 
tch," he chided her, "That’s no way to address a 
follower of the faith."

He watched amused, as she tried to coalesce some 
semblance of equilibrium.

"H...how’d you get in," she asked, her voice anything 
but steady. "Where’s my daughter?"

 "Why, through the front door of course... that’s the 
great thing about true faith ma’am, it opens-up just so 
many doors for you. As for your daughter? She’s 
upstairs – in her bedroom I think... why?" 

Reaching the stairwell as quickly as might Marion Jones 
have in her prime, Jenny raced up to Denise’s room. 
Throwing her daughter’s bedroom door open, her hand 
flew to her mouth. Her arms bound tightly behind her at 
the wrist, the young girl lay face down on her quilt, 
fully helpless and with duct-tape covering her mouth. 
She turned her head to look at her mother in the 
doorway...and also at what was now standing behind her.

 "Cute little thing isn’t she?" James muttered, his arm 
around Jenny’s waist. The knife that glittered in his 
grasp removed whatever little hope might be deemed to 
have been on offer.

 "She’s only twelve," Jenny sobbed, "Don’t you dare 
hurt her..." 

Tears could be seen forming in Denise’s eyes now as the 
knife hovered threateningly close to her mother’s neck.

 "What makes you think I want to hurt your daughter 
ma’am?" he grinned, "No Siree, why she’s just way too 
sexy to hurt..." he glanced across at Denise leeringly, 
"Wouldn’t you agree mom? That there’s one hot little 
piece of ass – even if she is just twelve?" Jenny 
dissolved into a fit of uncontrolled sobbing.

Pushing her into the bedroom he closed the door and 
locked it, slipping the key into his pocket. The power 
he wielded at that instant surged through him. He could 
now do what he liked when he liked and to whichever he 
liked. 

Crossing to the bed he sat beside the girl and put his 
hands on the seat of her jeans, rubbing her bottom 
lewdly. "You think your husband ever has ideas about 
getting hisself some action with this here little piece 
of pussy?" So saying, he slipped his hands up between 
Denise’s legs and crudely began rubbing her through the 
tight material.

The shock of his rude assault caused Jenny to sink to 
her knees on the floor. Wracked now with uncontrollable 
guilt feelings at having left her daughter alone in the 
house, she simply pleaded with their captor,

"Whatever it is you want to do....do it to me, not my 
daughter...please spare her."

He looked at Jenny. "I got a name ya know – it’s James. 
Don’t look at me like I was an animal or something, I 
might do something you’d regret." He sat there silent 
for a few seconds. 

"Might just take you up on that kind offer though 
missy," he smiled. "Why don’t you get that expensive 
little dress off for starters, show me what you got on 
underneath?"

"Not in here James," she begged "Not in front of my 
daughter. Take me to my own bedroom and I’ll do what 
you want."

"And ruin half the fun?" he laughed. "I want the kid to 
see you getting undressed right here – give her 
something to think about next time she has her fingers 
in her own pussy. Now get that dress off quick-smart."

Jenny just sat there un-moving...

"Suit yourself," he said, then flipping the helpless 
teenager over he began to fondle the girl’s breasts 
through her thin top. So arousing did they feel beneath 
his touch, he was losing it. Nothing could curb the 
Neanderthal urges uncoiling within.

"Alright," Jenny called out "I’ll do it, please let go 
of her." She stood up and began unzipping her dress.

Now it must be said that Jenny at just thirty-one, was 
the prettiest of young mothers and in fact would 
generally be assumed to be no more than in her early 
twenties given her yet slim figure, unblemished 
complexion and teenage hair-style. Pregnancy had left 
no calling cards and in truth she continued to be the 
source of many a teenage boy’s wet dream in that part 
of the County.

Inwardly she shuddered as the dress fell to the floor 
leaving her standing there in just her matching green 
panties and bra, exposed not only to the gaze of this 
one sick fuck, as she had not unreasonably determined 
him to be, but her young daughter, whose tears at her 
mother’s plight were sadly wasted.

"Not half bad," James muttered. "Hope you don’t mind my 
little self-hope program here," he added, "pulling free 
his erection and squeezing it obscenely as he gazed 
upon the young woman’s hot and shapely body." If Denise 
could have made a sound, she would have gasped at the 
sight alongside her, but as it was, she could do little 
but struggle to maintain her inbound air supply.

"Show your daughter your tits Jenny," he demanded, "Or 
would you rather I showed you hers?" he reached across 
and gave the girl a gratuitous fondle.

"Nooooo, please no" Jenny cried out, not pausing to ask 
even, how he knew her name. Besides, it hardly 
mattered. 

She slipped her hands behind her back, unhooked the 
clasp and shyly exposed her breasts. Denise’s eyes were 
the size of saucers as lying there, she saw her mother 
thus demeaned.

"Don’t even think about covering up," he hissed at her 
as she began to cross her hands across her chest, 
"Matter of fact pull those sexy nipples for me, get 
them nice and hard."

Again, Jenny’s hesitation cost her daughter dearly as 
James simply shrugged then yanked her tight jeans 
lower, partly exposing her blue cotton briefs. His 
mouth ran dry at the sight of her girlish mound 
prominent now beneath the soft material. Denise was 
horror-struck at the indignity of having her underwear 
exposed and began wriggling helplessly.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry," Jenny cried out..."Here James, 
I’m doing it....look!"

Letting go of the teenager’s belt, he turned his 
attention to the fully awesome sight before him as 
Jenny, standing there in just the sheerest of panties, 
beneath which he could clearly see some hot little 
brown curls, began pulling her nipples as she cupped 
both breasts. The drawing-power of this scene being 
such that he began once again to masturbate faster.

Despite the embarrassment and humiliation inherent in 
so vulnerable a position, Jenny was unable to prevent 
nature taking its course. Virtually naked and playing 
with herself in front of a stranger, as well as her 
bound and gagged twelve year old daughter, dredged-up 
its own unwanted arousal factor and even as her nipples 
became increasingly taut and sensitive she found 
herself blushing.

James caught her reddening cheeks. "Not all bad news, 
is it Jen? Stripping in company can be quite a turn-on 
eh? Don’t figure your daughter minds seeing her mom’s 
nipples getting hard – probably wants to have a suck 
herself." He laughed at his own insensitivity.

"May as well roll out the whole box and dice now 
sweetheart," he rasped, wanking himself with rare 
abandon. "Take your panties off and let’s see your 
pussy. It’s yours or hers Jenny." He added, angling a 
glance towards the shocked twelve-year old.

Sobbing with renewed vigor, she hooked her fingers in 
the waistband and tugged her skimpy panties down to her 
ankles where she let them slip off on to the carpet. 
Denise could but stare at her mom’s nakedness and 
dreadful vulnerability.

"Very, very nice m’dear," he whispered, staring at the 
young mother from neck to knee as one might appraise a 
two grand hooker on loan for the night. "Now, show your 
little baby what naughty girls like you do when you’re 
feeling a bit frisky."

"Please don’t make me do that," she begged.

Making no reply, he simply leaned across and tugged 
Denise’s jeans to her knees, her underwear completely 
exposed to all and sundry. Able to make out the inward 
curve of the young girl’s vaginal ingress, he almost 
forgot about Jenny’s presence. Simply staring up 
between Denise’s legs he began pleasuring himself 
further.

Frantic now, Jenny began fingering herself. How could 
she be so wet she wondered?

"Here, watch me," she screamed out to him. James turned 
around. He could feel his grip on cohesive thought 
slipping, it was only a matter of time before he would 
be unable to control the emerging titan.

The girl standing there was slipping her fingers so 
hard up inside herself now he felt the onset of his own 
launch countdown. In an instant he was across the room 
and had Jenny on her back, his cock cruelly thrusting 
up inside her. He didn’t hear her scream of shame and 
discomfort, merely the pounding of his own blood 
pressure as he fucked insensible the submissive form 
beneath him.

Tears rolled down Denise’s face as she bore witness to 
her mother’s rape and debasement not three meters from 
where she lay prostrate and with her own clothing in 
tempting disarray. 

Not satisfied with having raped the woman, James needed 
more. Pulling her up, he ordered her to get on her 
knees. Cum was running out of her even as she got on 
all fours, her rather compact rear end in line with her 
young daughter’s now blurry vision.

He had it in her within seconds and Denise could but 
watch, shattered and screaming silently as she watched 
her mom’s complete humiliation. 

The worst was not over.

Turning to Denise, he slapped her mother’s ass-cheeks 
hard. "It’s OK sweetie, your mom is really enjoying 
this – probably the best fuck she’s ever had. You might 
wanna watch this though...little treat I had planned 
for her."

Pulling out of her pussy, Jenny just knelt there un-
moving and semi-stunned. He continued groping her 
breasts lewdly then with no warning, began to push a 
finger inside her ass. Jenny began to shake her 
head....

"No...not that, please!"

Denise, unable to comprehend what she was seeing, had 
begun to shake her head in denial of the unfolding 
spectacle.

Watching the girl’s tortured learning curve, James 
grinned back at her. "Can’t stop progress kid. The Lord 
giveth and the Lord taketh away!"

He pushed a centimetre or two inside the forbidden 
channel.

"That hurts," Jenny sobbed, "Stop... please... Not with 
my daughter watching."

She may as well have asked him to brush her hair 
gently.

The next few centimetres really did hurt and Jenny felt 
like she was being given an enema with a steel pipe. To 
James though, this was bliss....fucking the dignity out 
of every female slut that ever lived. He turned to look 
at Denise.

"Watch you little cunt," he mumbled almost 
incoherently, "Watch your mom’s ass getting fucked by a 
professional." The tears were streaming down the 
teenager’s face as she witnessed what no twelve-year 
old should ever have to see.

No longer aware even of her nakedness, all Jenny knew 
was a sea of pain. Sticky goo leaked from both fully 
defiled orifices and ran down the inside of her legs as 
she knelt there unmoving and crying forlornly. 

She felt nothing, making no attempt even to prevent him 
from further fondling her breasts as he took full 
advantage of her weakened condition. He slipped a hand 
up between her legs, allowing the mixed bodily fluids 
to drip on to his fingers. He raised them to his mouth 
sucking them slowly.

The mist was clearing, his game-plan returning. Getting 
to his feet, he tossed a glance downwards at Jenny’s 
ravaged body. Hand marks and scratches all over her 
naked back, crimson areas of her ass cheeks where he 
had spanked her in so undignified a display during his 
final few spurts.

Cruelly pushing her flat on the carpet, he dragged her 
arms behind her back and bound them swiftly with duct-
tape. "No more...please, no more," she begged him.

Turning her over he dragged her back towards the bed 
where after some slight manoeuvering he managed to get 
her alongside her daughter. Jenny’s breasts were 
splotchy and bore clear evidence of the unwanted 
therapy he had bestowed upon them.

Leaning to his left, he removed the duct-tape from 
Denise’s mouth an untied her wrists. On second thoughts 
he removed Jenny’s restraints too – no way she was 
running out of a locked door. Besides, he had a plans! 
Sensing that to scream would likely not be to her 
advantage, she just stared at him, completely terrified 
and shaking uncontrollably. Not even bothering to cover 
up his erection that had yet to return to its normal 
flaccid state, he merely tugged the young girl’s jeans 
off and sat looking at her breathing heavily. 

"Show me your tits kid," was all he said. Denise looked 
horrified towards her mother.

"You promised," Jenny pleaded. "You promised...."

"Well, I think if we have the Court reporter read back 
the transcript Jenny, you’ll find simply that "you 
begged"...I promised nothing." He turned back to the 
frightened young teenager. "Now show me your fucking 
tits girl." 

Shaking, she raised her arms and pulled her top off. 
Jenny in that moment, lost all hope and just buried her 
head in her hands. The sight of the twelve year old 
sitting there in just her bra and panties was enough to 
bring his erection back to its former glory. As she 
unhooked the clasp at the front of her tiny bra, his 
mouth dried up like the Utah Salt Flats at the prospect 
of the coming vision. 

The smallest of mounds slid into view, each surmounted 
by the puffiest and as far as he could judge, sexiest 
of girlish nipples it had been his pleasure ever to 
recall. 

"Now you see Jenny?" he leered, "That’s what I’m 
talking about." So saying, he passed his hands across 
the young girl’s chest, allowing himself the luxury of 
contact with the softest of the soft. The small nipples 
jiggled beneath his touch and as Denise began sobbing 
at the shame of her exposure, he felt around each 
nipple and callously began flicking them softly.

He inclined his head towards the teenager. "Hey 
sweetie," he teased, "Don’t cry – pretty little tits 
like these – you should be proud of them." 

He was now fondling her either side with quite some 
relish. At the point he began to rub his hand rapidly 
across both mounds, the girl’s sudden intake of breath 
and pleas for release from this demeaning treatment, 
would have drawn from most men some skerrick of 
sympathy. In James’ case however, so aroused was he at 
the young girl’s helpless aspect, his need to possess 
her more, simply intensified.

"Oh, you want your mummy Denise, do you?" he teased. 
"Well here you go then." At this point he lifted her 
beneath her armpits and shoved her back until she was 
lying flush up against Jenny who herself was slumped 
against the wooden bedhead. 

"Now you can feel your mom’s titties behind you kid, 
right? Feel nice don’t they?...Hey mom," he added, 
"What say you have a little fondle of your daughter’s 
sexy tits while I enjoy myself here." He had a hold of 
his erection now and was wanking once again, in full 
view of the terrified child. Jenny made no move to 
comply, but at the point he retrieved the knife and 
waved it threateningly towards Denise’s face, she 
encircled her daughter’s waist and with pained 
reluctance raised her hands towards the girl’s chest.

"That’s it Jen... don’t be shy," he encouraged her, 
"Play with them," The disgust in her face was obvious, 
but as her fingers closed-in upon her daughter’s 
developing mounds, she started fondling the soft tissue 
and rubbing the nipples between her thumb and 
forefinger. 

Denise gave a cry of utter shock as her mother’s 
fingers intruded upon areas where no mom would normally 
venture. Even the tears subsided as she glanced 
downwards and watched fascinated as Jenny continued to 
violate her most intimate of girlish possessions.

The view from James’ aspect one must say, was quite 
without precedent, even given his awesomely debauched 
experience. A twelve-year old little blonde temptress 
stripped to her panties and hunched-up between her 
naked mother’s legs – spread to accommodate her 
daughter’s new-found locale, having her nipples 
manipulated slowly. If he wasn’t mistaken, the young 
girl’s curvy little hips were wriggling with unforced 
pleasure from the sensations being afforded those perky 
little nipples.

"Now, I want you to reach behind you Denise – just your 
right hand sweetheart. Find your mom’s hot little pussy 
and start fingering her." Jenny began shaking her head 
and Denise – sobbing again.

"Oh sorry girls... wasn’t I forceful enough," he picked 
up the knife with his free hand.

His erection took on a new-found strength as the girl’s 
hand now inched its way behind her hips. He could see 
from the shocked expression on Jenny’s face that 
exploring fingertips had reached the holy of holies. 

"Push right in Denise," he ordered. "Bit sticky in 
there, but you’ll get used to it babe."

If this wasn’t the sight to end all sights," he was 
understandably thinking.

Jenny’s hips themselves were reacting now to her 
daughter’s enforced exploratories while she was needing 
no further encouragement to continue fondling Denise’s 
hot little mounds upon which both nipples were quite 
obviously reacting to their maternal stimulation. 

He was sure he heard a moan escape Jenny’s lips. 
Working his erection in full view of both girls – this 
was Christmas come early.

His voice wavering from his own exertions he gave one 
final order.

"P-put your right hand in your daughter’s panties 
Jenny, start fingering her hot little cunt for me."

"Nooooo," she wailed. "Don’t make me do that... not 
that!"

Before James could even react, Denise looked upwards.

"It’s Ok... mom... he’ll only hurt us. You can do it to 
me."

His eyes were glued to the progress of Jenny’s hand as 
it inched its way inside the young girl’s light blue 
cotton panties, her legs parted much to the same degree 
as her mother’s. He wanked ferociously as he saw 
clearly beneath the thin material, her fingers intrude 
upon the girl’s virginal mound, gently parting her 
labia and inserting what was probably her little finger 
into what must have been right then, the hottest little 
slit on God’s own earth..

Unable to suppress a gasp, Denise reacted by pushing 
her own fingers further into her mother’s vagina. It 
was just so hot there!

As Jenny began to gently rub her fingers up and down 
her daughter’s pussy, James found reserves of cum he 
couldn’t believe were still on site. Kneeling up, he 
simply spurted a stream of hot white goo in an arc that 
covered Denise’s face, her exposed breasts, the front 
of her panties and both girl’s legs. 

The mist returned.

Grabbing the child by the arms he wrenched her from her 
mother’s grasp and just tossed her on her back where 
she lay whimpering. Literally ripping the panties off 
her now, he thrust his hands up between the girl’s legs 
and began rubbing her fully hairless pussy with one 
hand, her breasts with the other. She began to 
scream... as did her mother, but he no longer cared. 
Rape was the only thing on the agenda. When he had done 
her, he would take Jenny again.

Forcing her legs apart, the head of his erection was 
poised at the gates of the new kingdom. He pushed hard. 
Unfortunately the gates were locked and as Denise 
screamed out to her mother, he butchered her hymen with 
firstly his fingers and then when all else failed, the 
head of his penis.

So tight the channel, so red the blood. 

Nothing mattered but raping this twelve year old 
harlot. Fucking that virginal pussy till time ran out. 
He had her legs now at something approaching one forty 
degrees. Denise was screaming in pain, his own penile 
skin rubbed raw by the friction inherent in tunnelling 
between so narrow an entranceway. Another ten seconds - 
he may have cum in her. The question will never be 
answered.

Leaving his knife on the side of the bed really had 
been a big mistake!

There was suddenly a lot more blood!

***

(c) Peter_Pan 2005 http://www.lulu.com/content/106537
 http://www.lulu.com/content/166938

Published Autobiography: 
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1411624149/103-
9100383-4271056?v=glance&n=283155&n=507846&s=books&v=
glance 

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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