Chapter 13: Bennie Jackson’s Roommate

Bennie Jackson was a convicted pedophile. While out on parole, he’d grabbed a catholic schoolgirl and assaulted her for several days while living in a remote trailer that belonged to a relative. He finished by dumping her alive in an alley in the worst part of Milwaukee. She was the next day’s news, then soon forgotten.

Bennie had learned a lot in that state mental facility. One day he got a call from his probation officer. If he had room, could he take in a roommate, another ‘recovering’ pedophile that needed a place to go. The parole office thought Bennie could help him get better; set an example for him. Bennie said sure. Having a partner would be even more fun.

A day later, Mark Kesler arrived. He was about Bennie’s age, late fifties. Greying hair, rough beard, just the clothes the state gave him to wear home. He’d played this ‘good inmate’ game long enough. Now he was out, and hornier than ever. He was pretty sure this halfway house would end up being a bunch of hippie-types preaching the gospel and praying constantly for his salvation. He sighed deeply. All he really wanted to do was put his new-found knowledge to work, helping him fuck young girls again.

The door to the trailer opened. A man stood there; a man quite similar to himself. The man held out his hand, said “Hi there! You must be Mark Kesler. I’m Bennie. Bennie Jackson.” Bennie stepped outside, indicating the chairs in the carport. The two sat down as Bennie offered Mark a beer. He readily accepted. The two sat for a while, discussing their criminal history some. Mark had been caught with a twelve-year-old girl in a rest room at the park. He spent a year at the facility, attending classes designed to get the pedophile out of him. Mark looked around as he lit a cigarette. “Honestly? All those professors talking that equal rights BS didn’t do a thing for me. I’m hornier now than I ever was before. Is that going to be a problem here?”

Bennie looked him straight in the eye. Finally, he said, “Not one little bit.” They opened a second beer, then Bennie spoke up. “Truth of it is, this ain’t some sort of halfway house. It’s just me. Another one of their star parolees. Except, this star parolee just nailed an eighteen-year-old baby girl two weeks ago.” He grinned. Mark had a look of shock on his face. Mark had expected a halfway house full of religious people. Here he was at a fellow inmate’s trailer, sharing a beer, both free on parole, and both with the same simple desires they had before. Now this Bennie guy said he had done some girl just two weeks ago? Holy shit! This, this was not at all what he was expecting. He felt like he’d just won the lottery.

The two got to planning that very evening. They both agreed- the grab point should be far away from here. The drop-off in the hood sounded good to Mark. He’d learned that in the state facility too. Never kill ‘em; just give them to someone else. They thought the best place would between a local QuikMart-type store and a local subdivision. Close enough that kids could walk there for a soda. They checked GoogleMaps using Bennie’s POS computer. They identified several locations that looked promising. They printed the maps.

For three nights they checked out three locations. None had panned out. A couple of times, a pair of girls had walked by, but both times a long line of cars going by at the same time ruined their chance. Finally, the fourth night, they sat in a dirt parking area, about halfway between an HQ Mart and a subdivision near a junior high school. Twice an opportunity had presented itself, but both times something happened to blow their chances again. Just as they were about to give it up, around 9 PM a young girl jogged by going to the store. A few minutes later, she walked back, carrying a plastic bag. She went by where the two were parked. No cars to be seen anywhere. At the subdivision entrance was the perfect spot. As she got close to it, Bennie stared the truck and drove to the entrance. Mark poured the liquid from the bottle into the rag. “Hurry up!” Bennie said. “I am! I am!” The truck pulled up next to the girl and stopped, the right-side door just ahead of her. Mark flung it open, leapt out and grabbed the girl. She had at first just stopped, surprised. When Mark jumped out, she had jumped back a bit, too. He wrapped his hand with the towel around her face as he grabbed an arm. She let out a shriek, but it was mostly stifled by the towel. The homemade anesthesia was potent; the girl went limp almost immediately. He pulled her into the cab and Bennie drove off, the whole stop lasting mere moments.

They drove with the windows down to avoid the fumes. Mark kept the rag; whenever she started to come around, he’d shove it back in her face. Mark drove off the interstate, using back roads mostly, carefully obeying every speed limit. His truck may be old, but he made sure every light worked. About an hour and a half later, they came to their trailer.

On the way, Mark checked out the girl, telling Bennie to focus on driving. “She’s younger alright, maybe twelve or thirteen. Whoa now, check out these big boobs. Maybe she’s sixteen. She sure looks young, though. Short thing, hardly weighs anything. Got some big knockers. Soft butt, too.” She stirred some. Another few moments with the towel in her face and she got all still again. He put his hand on her pants, over her pussy. “Ah can’t wait to get me some of this!”

At the trailer, they carried her inside. They took her to the back room, Bennie’s room. They put her on the bed, then tied her wrists and ankles to the four corners. They smoked some pot and had a Pepsi while just looking at what they’d caught. Like two fishermen with a large mouth bass. No doubt about it- she was gonna get grilled.

Mark had told Bennie he’d learned a lot about selling videos. You could sell originals to places in South America. He’d learned of two places. Send them a taste. If they like it, they usually pay $1000 for the full movie. Not small potatoes for a couple of parolees living on government benefits and part-time jobs. So, Mark would hold the camera while Bennie was doing her, then they’d switch. They were planning a long movie, at least 2 ½ hours. This little girl would see it all, then off to the Hood, girlie girl.

Ella Jayne Rogers turned fourteen just two days ago. Of the three kids in her family, she was the most rebellious one. She was 5’4” tall, weighed 128 pounds. Most of that was in two places- her butt and her boobs. Her breasts had first shown up when she was eleven. The just kept getting bigger every year. Now, just 14, she already had a 33” bust with a B cup, soon to be a C cup. She had darker areoles and nipples. Still, shy as she was, she hid them well enough.

Ella’s butt was just perfect. Not too big, no fat butt here, for sure. Ella had two gorgeous, tight butt cheeks behind her. Her legs were slim, strong. Ella had long brown hair, parted in the middle. Along with her early physical development, her sexual development came with it. She already was having regular periods. Her pubic hair had started when she was twelve. Now she had a bunch of brown hair down there. Only above her clit, though. She would keep all that trimmed in her bathroom. Nice and neat, so nothing slipped out of her bikini.

Ella Jayne slowly came around from the anesthesia. As everything slowly came into focus and her mind slowly woke up, she suddenly realized she was laying on some bed spread out and tied, with two very creepy looking old guys staring at her. Holy shit! She was suddenly wide awake, tugging on her restraints but to no avail. The one man laughed again, said something.

Ella watched the one man holding a video camera, recording as the other man came up next to her. She was yelling at them now, angrily, hoping to make them let her go. “Who are you?! What are you doing?! Ugh! You let me go this instant! Let me go, goddamn it!” The man stood there, still making that sick laughing sound of his. He got undressed. His fat, old body was sick to look at. His penis was standing out some from a bunch of old, gray pubic hair. She kept yelling, then changed her tone, asking what did they want, how can she leave? She was shaking all over now.

Bennie picked up his hunting knife, the really sharp one. Her eyes got really big when he put it up to her. She cried out, “No! No! Don’t!” thinking he was going to cut her. He put the end by her belly, lifting the end of her top up slightly. He touched her with the smooth side; she jumped. He then began slicing the top, right up the middle. The blade was like a razor. The fabric just cut right away. He finished just under her chin, still grinning and laughing that sick laugh of his. He cut the sleeves, then pulled the shredded top right off of her, tossing it aside. He couldn’t stop looking at those young tits of hers. He held the knife to her throat. “How old are you?” he growled. She replied, voice trembling, “Four, fourteen sir, yesterday...” Bennie grinned more. “What’s your name, little girl?” “Ella, Ella Jayne...” she whispered, head turned to the side. “What grade are you in, Ella Jayne?” he asked. “Eight, eighth grade, sir. Please, can I just go now, please...?” She really started crying now. He put the knife to her bra and sliced it between her breasts. The cold steel sides touched her skin; she shook. Her bra fell aside; those fourteen-year-old tits of hers just stayed right there. Nice looking tits. He’d get those nipples hard soon enough.

Ella lay there, her boobs out there totally exposed. Jeesh; like usual, they just stayed right up. He cut her bra straps and threw that aside, too. He went to her shorts next. She winched as he put the blade to her waist, begging him not to, to just leave her alone. He cut through the gym shorts, first down the inside of her left thigh, then the inside of her right thigh. He pulled those away, tossed them aside. He cut her panties way in just an instant. She was totally naked now, laying on her back on a bed in someplace she knew not where, in front of two old men she did not know, tied to the bed. She was beyond frantic. The man put the knife aside, turned back and with his hairy face began to suck and lick hard on her nipples. First one breast, then the other, then back again. His old hands moved all over her body as he did this. There wasn’t anyplace he didn’t touch. Tied as she was, she couldn’t stop him. She instead lay there, breathing hard but not saying anything. She was way too afraid, didn’t know what to say anymore. It just seemed to make things worse. She looked at the camera man. He was obviously enjoying this, getting in close sometimes.