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Hobbs Needs a Late Night Snack
by Georgia Greene (no address provided)

***

Hobbs went to the evidence room and pulled everything 
they had on Mr. Crayola. He flipped through the rape 
victim's photos one by one. The girls ran between just 
old enough to drive a car and barely old enough to ride 
a bike. He sifted through a bunch of zip bags filled 
with different colored crayons and picked up the bag 
with hello kitty panties inside them. Hobbs opened the 
bag up and they still smelled like strawberries. (Mg, 
pre-teen, ped, nc, rp, oral, anal)

***

Hobbs figured the victim used to be a knockout before 
Mr. Crayola got his hands on her but it was hard to tell 
with the black eye, the broken nose, and the bruises on 
her face and neck. It was a real horror scene under that 
dark brown hair. Most girls stopped resisting Mr. 
Crayola when he roughed them up a bit but this Nadia 
fought the maniac tooth and nail. She paid for it though 
and still ended up good and raped.

"OK Nadia just start from the beginning."

His partner Cal handed her a cup of water and sat there 
all patient like he had nowhere in the world he'd rather 
be. Nadia sniffled and wiped her swollen nose. Hobbs 
held his clipboard and waited on her statement.

"I was working the late shift at the restaurant. After I 
locked up, I walked to my car and grabbed my keys. But 
he... he..."

She started tearing up. Cal put his hands on hers and 
whispered that everything would be OK. Nadia cleared her 
throat and started up talking again.

"He grabbed me and forced me into the backseat. He hiked 
my dress up and tore my underwear off. Then he pulled 
down his pants and he...he...he raped me. I tried to 
stop him but he just got angry and started hitting me 
over and over. I couldn't stop him. I tried but..."

Hobbs started getting hard. He hid it with the clipboard 
but his cock was growing bigger the more Nadia talked. 
He could imagine her and Mr. Crayola tussling in the 
backseat with her scratching and helping while he 
dominated her. Cal pushed Nadia for more details and 
Hobbs just about ruined his pants when she broke down 
crying again.

"How about we take a break?" Cal asked. "We can start 
again tomorrow."

Hobbs grunted and left them alone. He was so close...

Hobbs went to the evidence room and pulled everything 
they had on Mr. Crayola. He flipped through the rape 
victim's photos one by one. The girls ran between just 
old enough to drive a car and barely old enough to ride 
a bike. He sifted through a bunch of zip bags filled 
with different colored crayons and picked up the bag 
with hello kitty panties inside them. Hobbs opened the 
bag up and they still smelled like strawberries.

Hobbs grumbled. He dumped all the evidence back in the 
box. Nadia gave him a bad case of blue balls and some 
raped girls panties wouldn't do the trick tonight. Hobbs 
left the station and went out to his cruiser. Cal could 
babysit the crybaby on his own. 

Hobbs drove down Barbie Street and the hookers tensed up 
and some of them ran. He searched for his next piece of 
ass. The nastiest trashiest whores worked this street. 
Bleach blondes, fishnet stockings, meth teeth, cheap 
extensions, stiletto heels. His police badge was an all 
you can eat coupon at a pussy buffet. Hobbs spotted a 
sweet little brunette prostitute in a blue dress, all 
dolled up by mommy. He whistled.

"Come over here, sweetie."

An older hooker who was maybe her mother put her hand on 
the girl's shoulder and shook her head. Maybe she heard 
about his reputation or maybe not. Those old hookers 
could spot a dangerous john. Hobbs flashed his badge. 
The older hooker let go and the prostitute stumbled over 
in heels that were way too big for her. She opened the 
door and sat down in the car. 

"What's your name sweetie?"

"Melanie."

He could've asked her age but Hobbs thought it was more 
fun to guess. She looked old enough to get into a PG 
movie by herself but Hobbs couldn't see her bouncing 
around a high school. He drove them to the restaurant 
where Nadia worked and parked in the back of the parking 
lot where it was darkest. Hobbs unzipped his pants and 
pulled them down. His cock sprung up like a jack in the 
box.

"How long have you been hooking, sweetie?"

"Three months."

Hobbs grabbed the back of Melanie's neck and pulled her 
face into his lap. The girl opened her mouth without 
being asked and swallowed his cock meat. Her wet mouth 
was warm and tighter than most of the sluts he'd pounded 
out lately. Hobbs thrust his hips and heard her start to 
gag. 

"Open that throat Melanie. I'm not even halfway in yet."

Poor girl didn't take the advice but that didn't stop 
Hobbs from ramming his meat deeper down her throat. 
Drool ran down his shaft and balls and even though 
Melanie struggled and pushed against his lap Hobbs knew 
she wasn't strong enough stop him from fucking her 
throat in. Hobbs let her go and Melanie pulled back 
sobbing and backing up until her back was up against the 
passenger side door. Slobber ran down her face and her 
mascara ran down her face.

"Come sit on my lap Melanie."

"B-B-But it's too big."

"I said come here."

She didn't move. Hobbs was getting pissed but he 
couldn't deny this just made him harder. He reached out 
and Melanie flinched as he rubbed her brunette hair.

"Do you want to go to jail sweetie? Do you?"

"N-No."

"Then you better do what I tell you." Hobbs grabbed her 
chin and made her face him. "Or else I'll put you away 
for a long time but first I'll call some scum bags I 
know and let them tear you a new asshole. Do you 
understand me?"

He forced her to nod by toggling her chin like a light 
switch. Melanie straddled his lap and her soft pussy 
lips touched the tip of his cock. Hobbs hiked up her 
dress and put his hands on his hips and lowered her down 
on her shaft. Shit she felt good! He slid his shaft up 
her wet velvet snatch and Melanie hugged his cock like a 
latex glove. 

"Hop on it. Come on."

Melanie struggled with the monster between her thighs. 
Even grown women complained about his size so he wasn't 
surprised when the little whore started crying. Hobbs 
licked the tears off her face and tasted the salt as she 
bounced up and down on him. He felt her stretching open 
to accommodate him but she was still so small down there 
that her pussy strained as he forced more of himself 
inside. 

"Are you almost done?" Melanie sobbed.

"No." 

But Hobbes was getting close. If her mother had the 
little bitch tricking then she probably couldn't afford 
birth control. He practically threw her off his lap and 
she yelped from surprise. Hobbs got out of the car and 
walked around to the other end. He dragged Melanie out 
of the car and tossed her into the backseat. She 
trembled and stared up at him looking like a terrified 
animal. Hobbs flipped her on her back and spread her ass 
open. He spat on her tiny brown button and then climbed 
on top of her, pressing his slick cock against her 
asshole.

"Do you like anal?"

"No don't! Please! Please!"

Hobbs shoved his cock inside her asshole and his eyes 
rolled into the back of his head. He pushed meat deep 
into her colon and her insides squeezed him like a fist. 
Her small body bucked and struggled but Hobbs wasn't 
playing anymore. He pinned her down by the neck and 
rammed hard, moaning and grunting as he sodomized his 
private whore. When he reached his limit, he shot his 
load inside her and pumped her until his balls were 
empty.

"Good job sweetie." 

Hobbs pulled his slimy cock from Melanie's ass and cum 
oozed from her bruised hole. Melanie sobbed and trembled 
on the backseat. He smacked her little ass before 
getting behind the wheel and driving her back to Barbie 
Street. He watched the little prostitute get out and 
limp over to the old whore from earlier. Definitely the 
mother. He got out of the car and stepped up to her.

"This your daughter?"

"Yes sir."

Melanie kept her eyes on the ground.

"Better keep a closer eye on her. She looks like she's 
been fucked up bad. I might come through and check on 
her later this week. You have any problems with that?"

The woman gritted her teeth. "No sir."

Hobbs tussled Melanie's hair and got back in his 
cruiser. The last thing he needed was some sore cunt 
filing a report against him but he could tell Melanie 
and Mommy wouldn't be any trouble. He drove home and 
stripped down to his boxers before sitting on his bed. 
He had a wall filled with newspaper clippings and the 
little bit of evidence he managed to lift from Mr. 
Crayola's crime scenes without anyone noticing. Hobbs 
wanted to catch the fucker more than anything but he 
wasn't sure whether he wanted to slap handcuffs on him 
or shake his hand.

END

(This story is fiction. The author does not endorse 
sexual assault. Please seek help from a psychological 
professional if you have trouble telling fantasy from 
reality)