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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Friday, May 11, 2012

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Filename: trespass.txt
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story_codes: M/g(8), first, anal, nc

story_intro: After being picked on by older girls, eight year-old Brooke finds her self literally trapped inside an old, abandoned warehouse. Jack, a homeless man secretly living in the building, finds her there and quickly weighs his options. What happens next to Brooke is something that even the bullies never would have tried.

story_language: English





Trespasses

Written by madvlad


	It had been an okay day at school, but it got much worse for Brooke when she stopped to tie her shoe. She was walking home from the bus stop when she had knelt down to fasten the errant shoe string right by an abandoned warehouse. This made the eight year-old an inviting target for the three fifth graders who loved to tease the younger girl.

	Running up from behind, one of the girls pushed Brooke over. Brooke's backpack cover had a frayed strap and it broke, spilling the little girl's school materials onto the weedy grass. All three older girls grabbed various items and ran into the old building.

	The warehouse was supposed to be locked up, but the chain and padlock had long since been discarded by teens who often used the place for drinking and sex. Roving guards from a security company checked the place once a night and duly noted the missing lock, but nothing was ever done about it.

	Brook stood outside and tearfully begged the girls to come back with her things. They finally came out, laughing. 

	"Don't worry," one of them said. "Your stuff is safe inside."

	With more shrieking laughs, the three ran off, leaving the shy, sensitive girl sobbing by the entrance. Wiping her eyes, Brooke cautiously stepped up to the door and peered into the darkness. She knew she wasn't supposed to go in there and she always tried to do as she was told, but her books were inside. 

	Rummaging through the side pockets of her backpack, she fished out a small, Hello Kitty flashlight (wouldn't those mean girls have loved that?) and flicked it on. The beam wasn't very strong, but the girls hadn't been in the building long so Brooke figured it wouldn't take long to find her things.

	She crept into what had once been a small lobby and found a notebook. After the lobby was a short hallway with men's and women's restrooms. There was nothing in the women's room, but she retrieved her math textbook from the corner of the men's room, silently giving thanks that it hadn't landed in a urinal or toilet.

	At the end of the hall was the last door with a sign that read "Distribution Office". Brooke entered and found the book she had been reading along with her Social Studies handouts. All that was missing now was her English textbook. Panning the beam of her light around, the girl's fear subsided as her curiosity grew. 

	The room was windowed and lined with shallow tables on three sides. The lower windows could be slid up and down to allow workers to pass paperwork between the office and the storage and shipping areas. A set of stairs led up to a manager's area where the bosses could observe everything from a higher view.

	Brooke spied empty bottles and cans strewn on the floor and some musty old blankets. There were also so funny-looking things that looked like narrow rubber socks. Brooke cautiously poked at a few and found that they seemed to be stuck closed on the inside with something that looked like glue. 

	Among the variety of junk food wrappers, a few torn square wrappers of various brands were found. Brooke's brow furrowed as she tried to figure out what they had held. It was something called a condom, but she had no idea what that meant. Perhaps it was some kind of candy.

	Aside from the debris, there was no sign of her book. Shining her light down from the upstairs window, she spied her book sitting out on the warehouse floor. With a sigh of relief, Brooke went downstairs and found a door to take her from the office to the floor.
Unfortunately, it was jammed shut and no amount of force could budge the thing. 

	Brooke could feel the tears coming on again. She had never lost a school book! Then she saw one of the open bottom windows. It was rather small, but should be no problem for a skinny eight year-old to get through. Brook climbed onto a chair and then onto the table which only stuck out from the wall by about a foot.

	As she began to wriggle her way through the window, Brooke saw her book nearby. This was going to be easier than she thought. Then, as her shoulders cleared the window frame, the window, loosened by the youngster's rattling of the frame, slammed shut. Brooke would have screamed, but the force of the blow drove the wind out of her. Her flashlight felt from her grip and shut off when it hit the floor. The little girl was alone in the musty dark, trapped and struggling to breathe.

	When she was finally able to fill her lungs, Brooke yelled out for help. She was in pain and was frightened, but there was no one to answer her pleas for help - at first.

	Jack paused as he heard the distinct sounds of someone calling. It was odd for this time of day as the warehouse was usually free of uninvited guests. The vagrant had made a home for himself here in an upstairs office. It was quite a fine place for him - no leaking roof, no holes in the walls to let drafts in. He guarded it jealously, not letting other homeless people know about it. And he was careful not to leave any sign of his stay for the guard to find on his nightly visit.

	For the two years he had resided in the warehouse, Jack had found all sorts of ways to get around. His favorite was the network of catwalks, particularly when some kids got into the distribution office. Jack had found a great vantage spot to watch them. The dumb little shits almost always left behind some booze or food and Jack wasn't particular about taking their leftovers.

	But the best part was when they brought some girls along. That meant only one thing for Jack - a peep show. He loved watching any sex he could, but the best was when them gals rode on top. Jack loved to see them with their fine young titties bouncing up and down as the little whores rode their boyfriends' cocks. Yes, indeedy, it was always quite a show for ol' Jack.

	Jack wasn't quite sure how long it had been since he had had some pussy. Too long, in his estimation. From his appearance, he may have been forty or sixty, with gray, matted hair and a beard to match. Yep, people could say just about anything they wanted to about ol' Jack, but they couldn't accuse him of having any illusions about his appearance.

	Jack moved toward the distribution office with a stealth that was amazing for a man of his rough condition. There was no one in the upper office, but curiosity held and Jack climbed down through a utility access hatch in the office ceiling. He didn't see anything there and he crept down the stairs. 

	All of this time, he hadn't used a flashlight since his eyes had developed excellent night vision. But he flicked his on when he saw part of a body hanging from one of the tables. 

	Why, it was a little girl stuck there. Her legs moved feebly. He couldn't see what her face looked like as the window was closed over her shoulder blades. But sure enough, this kid was in trouble and Jack was here to rescue her.

	In his mind, Jack imagined the reaction once he saved this little girl. There'd be reporters and people shaking his hand. The mayor might pin a medal on him, too. All that would sure be something.

	Of course, that would mean he'd lose his sleeping quarters here at the warehouse. And they'd probably make him bathe before he met the mayor. No, this was starting to look pretty bad.

	But he had to do something with this kid, didn't he? As he watched her bottom move beneath her skirt, he could hear her muffled cries. He didn't care what she had to say, but he certainly wanted to check out what she had under that skirt. Jack chuckled to himself. Yep, people could say just about anything they wanted to about ol' Jack, but they couldn't accuse him of passing up an opportunity like this.

	He flipped up the skirt, uncovering the upper portion of the girl's thin legs. She had on a pair of white panties with little pink and purple blossoms on them. Oh, now they were just the cutest things and ol' Jack just had to have them as a keepsake, didn't he?

	The girl's cried became suddenly indignant and she kicked fiercely as Jack slipped the undies off of her. Successfully avoiding the flailing feet, Jack rubbed the little garment between his fingers before stuffing them in his jacket pocket. 

	Then he admired the view he had. The naked buttocks were small and round and looked so good. Jack had never touched a baby's bottom so he couldn't compare these to that, but they were pretty damned fun to touch, all smooth and nice. He lifted her up to get a better view of her front. She may have been kind of on the skinny side, but her hairless little pussy was nice and fat -just the sort of thing that ol' Jack would enjoy.

	Scratching his beard, Jack pondered his plan of action. Not being one for deep thought, Jack decided he would start at the top (as the girl's position dictated) and work his way down. Yep, people could say just about anything they wanted to about ol' Jack, but they couldn't accuse him of dallying about when it was time for action.

	Pulling the child's ass cheeks apart, he spied her puckered rear entrance. Jack breathed in hard through his nose, adding some snot to his saliva before spitting into this hand. If ol' Jack was any judge of tight places, this little gal had a couple and was going to need all the lubing she could get. He jabbed at the little hole with a slimy finger, forcing it in and began to work on his preparations.

	Brooke had first thought she was imagining things when she saw a light shining from behind her. But no, it was definitely there and she was going to be rescued. She craned her neck to try to see inside the office, but it was impossible from her angle. 

	Then her rescuer raised her skirt. That wasn't very polite! But her panic started when her panties were pulled off. She tried to fight, but there was little she could do besides kicking blindly. 

	Now she wept in humiliation as someone was looking at her without her panties on. She felt someone pawing her bottom and then lifting her up briefly. It was almost as if they were trying to see her vagina when they did that. Didn't they know that was in her private area?

	Then she felt her butt being pulled open again and something jabbed against her. Brooke screamed her outage as something wet and nasty went into the place where she pooped. It stayed in there, moving all over and making her wet inside. Even worse, she felt like she was getting loose, especially when the thing (was it a finger?) moved quickly in and out over and over again. She felt like she was losing control of her butt.

	At last the thing left her. Her hole felt like it was still a little open. Then the thing was back. No - this thing was bigger. Brooke felt hands grab her hips and then the thing pushed into her. She tried to fight it, but her asshole was losing ground, betraying her by letting it in. Her hips were jerked back and the thing jolted forward and Brooke screamed as she was torn.

	The little girl's screams told Jack was he already knew - he had conquered her tight young ass. Judging by how she struggled as he ripped into her bowels (and boy, did they rip), Jack figured her for a virgin. Never could tell with kids nowadays, even these little ones, he imagined. Fortunately, this one had him to show her the ropes. Yep, people could say just about anything they wanted to about ol' Jack, but they couldn't accuse him of not knowing how to break in a girl just right.

	In and out he slid, listening to the girl make a sound like a strangled cough every time he went in. She wasn't squirming so much now, but her fine little ass sure was a nice squeeze on his dick. Faster and faster, he pumped inside the eight year-old's slick rectum until his balls clenched as he send his steaming jism all the way up into her colon.

	Brooke's vision went red as she was brutally violated in the rear. The thing was burning her as it pounded into her torn body. Although she was stretched so painfully back there, some things seemed looser and runny inside. She wondered if she was bleeding. The big thing seemed to swell and Brooke tried to make sense of the boiling sensation that went even farther into her guts. But it was all too much and she passed out.

	Jack nudged the little girl's rump after he pulled out, but got no response from her. The poor little thing undoubtedly needed a rest after Jack's fine display of cock work.

	Her drippings were sure making a mess, but her anus would take a while to close. And besides, all that wet stuff would make it easier for him to get inside that cute little cunt she had saved for him. Now that he thought about it, starting with her ass had been quite efficient as all of those leaking fluids would soon be put to good use again. Yep, people could say just about anything they wanted to about ol' Jack, but they couldn't accuse him of refusing to recycle.

	Jack sat in an old swivel chair with two castors missing, carefully settling in to keep from tipping. Training his flashlight on the little girl's soiled bottom, he gazed at her, imagining what her cunt would be like. Imagination bred action, and Jack's cock eventually rose back to life. Jack gave his new girlfriend a few whacks on the ass to get her stirring before reaching for that sweet thing between her legs.

	Brooke regained consciousness as she was being spanked. Why was she being spanked and why did it hurt so much? Then the recent horror returned in a flood. Her bottom felt like there was a huge, burning pit inside and Brooke knew it came from the hurtful pushing from behind that she had endured. Something warm and sticky was on her skin from her throbbing anus down between her ass cheeks and on to her pussy. And it was the last area where she felt someone's fingers feeling her there.

	"No!" she shouted. "You're not supposed to touch me there!"

	Her protests didn't have any effect on her assailant who continued to rub her there. Her labia were spread and she was touched further inside. The warm and sticky stuff was getting pushed in there. Remembering the finger that had lubricated her rectum, Brooke began crying again, fearing the same thing would happen to her vagina.

	Through her tears, Brooke remembered touching herself that way in the bath tub recently. She was curious about all of her parts hidden beneath the smooth surface of her mons and some of them had felt very good when she touched them. But it was a naughty thing to do so she stopped and never told anyone.

	Judging that she was as ready as she was ever going to be, Jack took hold of the schoolgirl's hips and lined his cock up to the bald little slit. She was quite small and he was going to have to work to get in. Yep, people could say just about anything they wanted to about ol' Jack, but they couldn't accuse him of not working if the payoff was right.

	His prick forced the small mound apart and the tip of his head started squeezing through the straining inner lips before finding the child's virgin barrier right after them. 

	"Farmer Jack is about to harvest his self a cherry," he muttered to himself.

	Using the same move he had done to bust her ass open, Jack slammed into the eight year-old's innocent twat. Her maidenhead produced a satisfying snapping sensation around his cock as he drove through it. New blood mixed with the old from her ass, along with a sizeable contribution from Jack's first wad, making Brooke's poor little cuntlet nice and slick for her virgin rape. 

	And Jack needed every drop of lubrication he could get as the child's cunt was extremely tight. He hoped she appreciated the effort he was putting into opening her up. But judging by the squalling coming from the other side of the windows, she probably did not. Jack didn't let this hurt his feelings as he plowed his way into the tiny recesses of the little girl's pussy, making her fit for a cock.

	Brooke's head and arms were flailing as she screamed. Although she had never seen a prick, she knew the thing was huge and couldn't understand how it could fit inside the small hole in the soft mound between her legs. Had she seen how her pretty little snatch was now gaping and bulging while wrapped around the bloodied cock, she would have fainted right then. Instead, she lay trapped, helpless to stop the brutal invasion of her unready young sex. The thing kept pounding away as she unwillingly bathed it in her tight, wet body heat. 

	Jack was having the time of his life as he plowed his cock into the little girl's bruised pussy. He could feel the fluids frothing against his shaft as he pushed into her stretched opening. His balls were aching again and he slammed in good and tight before he soiled Brooke's tiny reproductive organs with his sperm.

	It was an epiphany for him as he realized he had been wasting his years hiding away when there was so much tight young cunt out there that needed him to put them into service. There were so many little things out there, all cute and hairless where it counted and not knowing what they were really good for.

	Two days later, the three fifth graders who had unwittingly set everything in motion stopped in front of the old warehouse. 

	"So did anyone hear what happened to her?" one of the girls asked.

	"She probably got scared and fell down a hole or something," said Donna. She had just turned eleven and had developed a habit of tugging on her shirt to show off the tiny puffs that had recently formed around her nipples.

	"They said she'll be back to school in another week or so," said the third girl.

	The girls continued on their way, unaware of the movement behind one of the broken windows in the top floor.

	With the weather warming in the early spring, Donna took the opportunity to walk through the woods. She had felt a little guilty about Brooke getting hurt, but figured if the kid hadn't been such a baby, she wouldn't have fallen or run into a wall or whatever had happened to her. Looking around at the still bare trees, she knew it wouldn't be long before she would hear the movement of birds and small animals in woods.

	She did hear a larger rustle behind her, but the blow to the back of her head stunned her before she could turn. When she awoke, she was blindfolded with her arms tied. Her jeans were gone and rough hands were pulling on her panties. She tried to protest when a wet finger intruded into her ass, only to discover that she had been gagged as well. 

	This one had a little more meat on her bones than the girl in the warehouse. Jack squeezed her tender young ass in appreciation. She had a good rump for one so young. Breaking from his routine, he felt up under the girl's shirt and found the dainty little mounds he had seen when she had pulled her shirt tight by the warehouse. There was just enough to fill his fingertips, but they were fun. He laughed at the indignant squeaks the girl was making. She shouldn't show the goods unless she was ready to offer them.

	Donna's squeaks turned into gag-muffled screams as her anus was pushed open, letting the man savagely enter her ass. She tried to buck him off, the pushing her hips only helped him sink even deeper into her virgin rectum. Yep, people could say just about anything they wanted to about ol' Jack, but they couldn't accuse him of not knowing what he liked.

	


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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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