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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)