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Monday, June 24, 2013

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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: thewatch.txt
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story_codes: MMM+/g(7/8), voyeur, non-cons

story_intro: When Dave's promotion at work allows him to move to a better apartment, he discovers an extra feature to his new home - an excellent view into a little girl's bedroom. But as Dave's new position begins to grind on him, he discovers in his observations of his young neighbor that her world has also taken a much darker turn.

story_language: English





The Watcher

Written by madvlad


	Although the conference room was comfortably air-conditioned, Dave felt like his neck was on fire under the collar of his dress shirt. A Power Point slide was illuminated on the wall, showing the improvements already made under the project he was managing. While the cost savings and development streamlining were obvious, his boss, Kyle Markham, steadfastly ignored that. Instead, Markham was pointing out how the project was not meeting the Zeta Synergy Benchmarks.

	Dave wasn't quite sure what a Zeta Synergy Benchmark was and highly doubted that Kyle "Fuck You, Markham" Markham knew either. But the incredibly compensated consultants that Markham and other senior management people brought in introduced the Zeta program as the greatest thing ever for running a company. 

	It was, of course, just the latest in an endless string of "outside the box" mumbo-jumbo that relied on key words and phrases to show how brilliant the Zeta consultants and the managers who became Zeta-certified (or was it Zeta-lobotomized?) were. And if it had the Zeta logo on it, it was treated as gospel by the newly converted priests of what one of Dave's colleagues jokingly referred to as "Zetaism".

	And may all of our processes be abundant with the glorious benchmarks of performance metrics so that we may sing praises unto Zeta forever and ever. 

	Amen.

	Fuck you, Markham.

	Just before the Zeta consultants had descended upon the company, Dave had been offered a promotion to be a project manager. He was on the young side for a position like that, but he jumped at the chance. Now, he realized that his predecessor must have been psychic, having had the good sense to have a stroke before the workplace became Zeta-ized.

	Markham was opening his mouth, which meant Dave had to look his way. Among Markham's plethora of infuriating traits was his voice. It usually ran at a low monotone with the occasional warble in tone when he was trying to prove some specific (and completely useless) point. And then there was his habit of pronouncing Dave's last name with a pause between the syllables as if it were two words.

	"So you see, Zell Ner," Markham droned.

	It's Zellner. Fuck you, Markham.

	"The cross-tabulation of your improvement metrics is in the wrong quadrant of the synergistic matrix graph," Markham pointed out as he shook his head slowly in disappointment. "And this is yet another part of your project that has fallen short of the Zeta benchmarks. You must alter your paradigms, Zell Ner."

	Dave wondered if he was too young to have a stroke. Or Markham could have a stroke - yes, that would be even better. In the mean time, Dave had to alter his paradigms to meet the bullshit factors.

	The meeting went on...

	When Dave had received his promotion, he finally ditched his comfortable if somewhat ragged studio apartment and moved into a more modern place with two bedrooms (the spare he used as a den) in a better part of the city. It didn't have the best view (those apartments were more expensive) but Dave did have a view from an angle of part of the city skyline. 

	If he looked straight across, he could see into the apartments in the other branch of the U-shaped building. Most people had blinds or curtains hung for privacy, as did Dave. But there was one window across from his and once floor down that did not have one. A row of stuffed animals sat on the window sill, which probably offered enough privacy from apartments on the same floor, but it did nothing to block Dave's view from his bedroom.

	A little girl with her brown hair kept short lived in that apartment with her mother. In chatting with neighbors and attending some social events at the apartment's pool and clubhouse, Dave learned that the girl's name was Kacie and she was almost eight.

	Although he dated plenty of women, Dave had always had a thing for young girls - the ones just starting to bloom and show a little titty. He had secretly admired a few at the pool, but Kacie was making him - ahem - alter his paradigms to include even younger girls in his interests. 

	He had seen her in the lobby and the recreation room before in shorts and skirts that showed off her slim, but surprisingly well-defined legs. Early on, he had crudely thought she could use those legs for streetwalking in the pedo red light district, if there was such a place. 

	As it turned out, he was somewhat right. Kacie was a prostitute and was pimped by her mother. Rather than going on the streets, though, the customers used the little girl right in her own bedroom.

	The first time Dave witnessed it, he was standing by the window and peeking through the vertical blinds with a video camera set up on a tripod. He had equipped it with a high quality zoom lens had had been recording Kacie while she got undressed in the evenings. (Dave was always up and gone before the girl got out of bed in the morning.)

	One evening, Dave got home and needed to unwind after a particularly excruciating "advisement hour" with a pair of Zeta consultants. Of course, the ever-inspiring Markham was there to nod sagely to everything they said.

	Fuck you. Markham.

	It was a little early for Kacie to be getting ready for bed, but Dave grabbed a beer and went to the window to see if Kacie could give him a peep show. The branches of the building were far enough apart so that Dave's viewing angle was not too steep, just clearing the tops of her toy animals and getting a good view of most of the room.

	To his delight, she was standing in front of her mirror clad only in a pair of frilly Disney princess panties. Although she was a slender child, the panties looked too small for her and Dave guessed they were a favorite pair and the girl stubbornly refused to give them up. Not that he minded as he watched her from behind as her butt kept the cotton stretched tightly over it. And what a butt it was with its taut curves and just a little bounce during the rare moments when Dave saw it uncovered.

	She turned around slowly, watching herself in the mirror. In profile, her chest and tummy were all on one flat plane. As she turned a little more, Dave could see the yummy swelling in her crotch and fantasized about her cunny bursting through the thin fabric as it finally gave way. He had seen her cunt even more briefly than her rear, but the image of her smooth pubis and chubby, hairless lips clamped tightly together was seared into his memory and captured in digital form on his camera.

	Kacie took a deep breath and sighed before taking a tube of something from her dresser drawer. As she squeezed some of the contents onto her fingers, Dave saw that it was some kind of thick cream. When Kacie lowered her panties, Dave's breath caught in his throat. He quickly glanced at the camera to make sure it was on and looked back as the girl was smearing the stuff into the cleft of her pussy. When she apparently had put enough in there (and Dave wouldn't have minded more), she put the tube away, pulled her panties up and sat on the bed.

	She looked nervous, lightly flexing her feet up and down and hugging herself. Suddenly, her head jerked as she looked toward the bedroom door. It opened and her smiling mother escorted a large man in before closing it, leaving the guy alone with her nearly naked daughter. 

	The guy's age was hard to figure - maybe in his 40's or 50's. From his fleshy face and bulky suit, he looked like he would be fat. But as he stripped off his suit jacket, shirt, and undershirt, Dave could tell he was heavily muscled. With his shaved head, he reminded Dave of Kingpin, a villain in the Spider Man comics he read when he was a kid - just without the body fat. So Dave dubbed the man Kingpin.

	Kingpin unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants open, standing with his legs apart as he leered at the little girl. Kacie knelt before him and drew his hardened member from his under shorts. She caressed it with her hands before taking him in his mouth in a way that told Dave she had done this plenty of times before. Kacie was very good at it, sliding her mouth further and further along Kingpin's shaft until Dave thought she'd start choking.

	But she never did. Stroking with her hands near the base, the grade school whore bobbed her head on his meat, keeping her lips sealed around it as she did so. After a few minutes of this, Kingpin grabbed her shoulder and she stopped. As she lifted her mouth from him, a strand of saliva hung between his glans and her lower lip until it finally broke. 

	The girl stood and Kingpin grabbed her panties. With a mighty tug, he tore them free, making Kacie stumble until she regained her footing. Then she remained still, letting Kingpin paw at her soft, defenseless cunny with his sausage-like fingers. She flinched when he jabbed a finger into her. Twisting it inside, he grinned as she said something to her, getting a meek nod in return. 

	Kingpin took the girl by the waist and easily lifted her until his prick was aimed at he junction of her legs. As she brought her near, Kacie took his pole with one hand, guiding it to her cleft. Fortunately for Dave, the angle at which Kingpin stood allowed the voyeur to see where the man meat pressed into the preteen pussy. Dave though there was no way that thing could get into the impossibly small opening of the child's sex, but the man drove his head into Kacie's tiny mound, spreading her smooth labia far apart. 

	The muscles in his arms strained and Kacie bit her lower lip, her face turning red. Suddenly, she jerked toward the man as her tiny entrance relented. As Dave watched in disbelief, Kingpin drove half of his cock into the child. She had obviously taken him before, but was so little that getting started each time was something of a chore. 

	Kingpin held the girl nearly horizontally from his waist, shoving her entire body back and forth along his cock with halfway down his length being as far as she could go. Having been taught what to do before, Kacie dug her heels into the man's sides - as far as her small legs could reach. Kacie's tender pussy mound was completely re-shaped, with the small bulge of her bald labia wrapped around the cylinder of meat slamming into her. Her arms hung limply and her lips were parted slightly as she took the relentless pounding in her immature pussy. Strands of her hair, now dark from perspiration, were plastered to her forehead while her sweat-shined chest heaved with exertion every time she was rammed.

	Kingpin threw his head back and shook, obviously pumping his pedo seed into the second grader. She couldn't hold much and the rest sprayed out through the tight seal where their bodies were conjoined. Satisfied, he twisted her in small rotations as he pulled her from his prick and then dropped her onto her bed. He opened a dresser drawer and removed a few more pairs of panties from it, using them to clean his dick. 

	After getting he dressed, he paused by the bed and ruffled Kacie's hair in a playful manner as if they had just been playing a game. She smiled weakly at him and then he left. As the door closed, her face went slack and she closed her eyes, slowly massaging her reddened, cum-weeping pussy.

	From then on, Dave's TV never came on until Kacie was asleep. Three or four times a week, he was treated to a live kiddy porn stage show, faithfully recording it all while wanking to the action by the window, remaining hidden from other outside observers by the blinds. An added bonus to Dave's pleasure was the large mirror in Kacie's room. It was placed so that Dave could get a good look at any action when it was done on or near the bed. He liked being able to watch and record from two sides at once. 

	Many of the johns were regulars, with Dave giving them each a nickname as he had with Kingpin. There was a man whose face was reminded Dave of a rodent. He also fucked little Kacie with rapid-fire strokes like Dave imagined a rodent would (not that he watched any rodent porn). Thus, the man was dubbed Weasel. When Weasel was done with his young kiddy whore, she was usually left breathless from the speed of his work.

	If there was one guy Kacie was usually happy to see, it was the one Dave called Casanova. He was the only one for whom Kacie didn't have to lube herself for in advance. Like the famed lover, this guy had style and would finger and lick the little girl until her pretty pussy was oozing her juices. Seeing the bald, puffy mound glistening from her own arousal was a turn-on for Dave. Once Casanova got on top of her, Dave's view of the actions was limited. But when the john rolled off, there was that same tiny twat, except now it was sluttishly dripping with man cum.

	Toothpick was so named for his long but rather narrow dick. He preferred Kacie's ass as he was able to get further inside there than her modest cuntlet could allow. Even so, he started out each session by only getting half of his length into her. He'd repeatedly slam into her hard, making her wince, then leaning in, gradually forcing her guts to straighten and mold to his cock. Then he would speed up, moving at more normal pace while gaining incrementally deeper progress into the child's ass. By the time he was dumping his jism into her battered rectum, he had the entire thing planted between her firm little ass cheeks. 

	Since Toothpick always took the girl from behind, she was looking down and Dave couldn't see her face that well. But after her buggery was complete, Dave often saw the tears on her face. At first, this bothered Dave, but as the stress and rage his job produced mounted, he preferred seeing more hardcore stuff done to Kacie. It was a bizarre form of venting his feelings, but Dave definitely felt more relaxed after Kacie had received a good ass or cunt pounding from any of her clients.

	The best by far for Dave's growing crave for a nasty pedo show was Mask. This guy always showed up with some weird rubber mask over his head by the time he entered Kacie's bedroom. Each time, he had a different mask and each time he had some new kink.

	Most of the guys left Kacie's chest alone as she had nothing there. But Mask found a game he liked to play. It started with him pulling and pinching her tiny nipples. Once they were erect, he attached alligator clips to them, making Kacie cry. Dave didn't know if the man was smiling behind his mask, but there was no doubt that this gave the guy a raging hard-on. 

	He'd have the girl on all fours on the bed and spend a good half hour brutally slamming his prick in both her pussy and her ass, alternating between her holes every few strokes. It was also random as to which orifice he would cum in. Sometimes, he would pull out and blow his wad all over her - onto her back, in her hair, or he'd quickly roll her over and blast his goo over her torso or face. The one constant was that he always made her use her mouth to clean him when he was done. She apparently didn't enjoy the taste of her pussy and/or ass and Dave suspected it was at least the latter.

	As if they were reading Dave's job-induced emotions, most of the regulars seemed to be more forceful with the girl as weeks passed. Casanova never changed, though, and Dave was getting a little bored with him. 

	Kacie was nearly always naked before her customers arrived but Kingpin was the exception. Kacie always squeezed herself into panties sized for a younger girl. Kingpin loved to tear them off before lifting her in his massive hands and using her like a fuck doll as he stood with her body pinned in his paws. 

	One night though, as Kingpin held the shredded remains of unicorn panties in his hand, he picked Kacie up and tossed her on the bed. As he climbed over her, she shook her head pleading with words Dave couldn't hear. Kingpin batted away one of her protesting hands and pinned her arms to the bed. Although she struggled beneath him, he must have eventually gotten the tip of his dick into her slit because she suddenly went rigid. 

	Dave held his breath, knowing there was always a delay until Kacie's cuntal entrance finally stretched enough to take him. The huge man's buttocks suddenly dropped down and Kacie' head arced back as she was forcefully penetrated. From directly through the window, Dave couldn't see much of the girl aside from one small foot sticking out from beneath Kingpin's bulk.

	The mirror gave a better view (and Dave had added a second camera to just focus on it a week before) and Dave could see the fragile, childish body getting pummeled. It seemed like the man's thick cock was bouncing when he lifted up, only to disappear again into the slender figure below. Kacie's sweet little pussy was getting quite a work out. 

	Kingpin came and collapsed on top of Kacie, remaining there or a few minutes before getting off and cleaning himself with more of her underwear. When he left, Kacie hadn't moved, lying spread eagle on the bed and staring blankly at the ceiling. 

	A few minutes after Kingpin's departure, Kacie's mother came into her room with a small cake decorated with eight lit candles. Seeing her daughter nearly catatonic, the woman shrugged and blew out the candles before leaving with the cake.

	Happy Birthday, Kacie.

	A few nights later, Kacie and Dave were surprised when Toothpick and Weasel came into a Kacie's room together. While the little girl was apprehensive, Dave was looking forward to more unexpected surprises. And they definitely had some thing nasty in mind when they put a ball gag on Kacie. Mutely, she watched with fearful brown eyes as the men undressed and displayed their throbbing boners to her.

	Together, the men picked Kacie up and positioned her rear end over Toothpick's member. They were none too gentle when they shoved her onto him, twisting her body to force his prick through her anus and deep into her guts. Even when he had taken her alone in the past, Toothpick had never been this rough. Although he couldn't hear anything, Dave could tell by how Kacie's mouth was moving around the rubber ball that the gag was definitely needed tonight. He jacked on his prick furiously, exercising the stress demons from his own day as the eight year-old was ruthlessly sodomized. 

	But Kacie's ordeal was just beginning. Weasel and Toothpick both kept their hold on the girl, pulling her up and forcing her down over and over. After some time, the stopped with Toothpick buried balls deep in the child's ass as he held her legs wide open. Kacie's eyes were closed with tears trickling down as her head lolled from side to side. But her eyelids whipped open when Weasel stepped forward and jammed his prick against her tender cuntlet. Kacie shook her head furiously, but the men only laughed as Weasel jabbed until he found just the right spot and angle.

	Cords on Kacie's neck bulged as she screamed through her gag as Weasel plunged into the little girl's pussy. Her tiny holes were stretched beyond the brink and her eyes rolled as her body struggled with the cruelty of the twin assaults. Had she been able to, she would have squirmed, but was unable to move while impaled on two pricks. Paid or not, this was pure rape and the second grader could only wail into her gag while the two men pleasured themselves with her meager body.

	Their movements were a little awkward at first as they tried to find their rhythms. They ended up standing sideways to the window and the mirror on the far wall, giving Dave a profile view of the eight year-old's small figure suspended in mid-air, sandwiched between two men who were rutting furiously from in front and behind. 

	Weasel and Toothpick came close together, scalding the little girl's bruised body on the inside with dual surges of jism. They tossed her on the bed, leaving her limp and barely conscious while they joked about something and got dressed. 

	They must have really done a number on the kid because it was almost a week before her next customer. It was Mask, this time wearing a clown visage with fluorescent green hair over his head. He looked like a demented birthday party entertainer and Dave was more than ready to see this twisted circus act after another rough week in "Fuck You, Markham" Land. In one hand, he carried a bag and in the other he had a ball gag. It looked like the same one that Weasel and Toothpick had used - Dave figured that Mama Pimp got it so the neighbors wouldn't complain about the noise.

	Kacie was already crying by the time the gag was secured in place. She knew the gag meant something particularly nasty - and this was her worst customer when it came to treatment. Mask shoved her onto the bed and reached into his goodie bag.

	Out came the alligator clips again, this time with wires connected to each one. Mask connected the wires to a pair of lantern batteries and when he put the clips onto the little girl's bare nipples, the circuit was complete. Kacie attempted to claw at them as her nips were tormented by the small bits of voltage but Mask easily grabbed her wrists and tied them together. He rolled her over so that she was on her knees and elbows but she tried to get away. 

	Next he pulled out a dog collar and put it around Kacie's delicate neck. After snapping a leash to it, he jerked on it, lifting the girl by her neck. Although Dave couldn't see the man's mouth moving behind the mask, he must have said something that made her a little more submissive, if still reluctant.

	Digging once again into his bag of dirty tricks, Mask took a studded dildo and worked it into the child's pussy while Kacie writhed and undoubtedly screamed into her gag. Once inside, he gave it some hard twists, nearly making his victim convulse. Dave didn't know if Kacie's mother had told Mask about the visit with Weasel and Toothpick, but Mask had definitely planned for double penetration tonight. 

	Leaving the dildo planted in the child's helpless twat, Mask forced his prick into the Kacie's ass. By this point, the girl had her face buried against the blanket, but Dave didn't need to see her face to know this had to be sheer agony for her.

	In an odd way, Kacie presented a picture of pureness and innocent beauty in her nakedness. Her small, smooth body nearly glowed in the room lights; the sleek lines of her torso and thighs accentuated by the tight curve of her buttocks in the air where she was bent ninety degrees at the waist. Of course the vision was lasciviously marred by the collar, the wired clamps on her dainty nipples and the man from behind who was anally raping her. Dave couldn't see the dildo from this angle, but he could imagine what the girl's bald little pussy looked like - bulging and stretching around the cruel thing.

	With one final and brutal thrust, Mask came, defiling the eight year-old's guts with his seed. As he churned his hips against her, he pulled hard on the leash, lifting her off of her elbows. Kacie scratched at the collar as she tried to breathe, but then Mask released her as he shot his last spurt into her burning rectum.

	Kacie collapsed on the bed, her body heaving as she tried to replenish her oxygen. Mask was also breathing hard and Dave could see through his binoculars as sweat poured from beneath the rubber mask. But Kacie's torment was not yet done.

	After waiting longer than he usually did, Mask pulled her face to his crotch. Kacie screwed her face in a grimace as she regarded the cock that had just been inside her bottom, but he yanked harder on the leash and she took him in her mouth. 

	Clearly still in a sexual high from this rugged encounter, Mask was ready for more than just the post-coitus cleaning. From Kacie's struggles, Dave accurately guessed that Mask's prick had gotten hard again. This was confirmed when the man started pumping in and out of the little girls mouth while she struggled in vain. 

	There was also no doubt that Kacie was deep-throating his meat, whether she wanted to or not. Mask dropped the leash and grabbed the girl's short locks instead, controlling her head until he blasted his wad down into her belly.

	Now he was done with the girl and pushed her away where she collapsed on her side. Rolling her on her back, Mask removed his toys - first the leash and collar and then the clamps, which left her undeveloped nipples bright red and swollen. He had to twist the dildo to pull it from the forced grasp of her cuntlet, making her jerk in agony until the thing was free. She reached down with her tied hands and lightly touched it, trying to sooth her battered mound. 

	Mask pulled her hands away, leaving them tied but wanting an unobstructed view of his handiwork. Sweating profusely, he yanked the mask from his head, giving Dave a look at his perfectly ordinary face. It was kind of disappointing as Dave had been expecting some hideous disfigurement, scarring, or perhaps a third eye. It was the kind of face one could see anywhere - on the street, in the supermarket, at a daycare center...

	Dave froze the video on his computer screen later that night as he replayed the footage of "Kacie's Great S&M Adventure with Sodo the Clown". That was how he titled the video file.

	There was the man with his mask off, showing his perfectly ordinary face. Dave sat back and grinned at the ordinary - and familiar - face.

	"Fuck you, Markham. Because I'm about to alter your paradigms."




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