Chapter 4: The Playground

Bennie Jackson was a convicted pedophile. Since his release last year, he’d lived alone in a small trailer home, outside a small town in northern Michigan. His ex-step-father said he could stay there, so long as he stayed out of Indianapolis. It had been in Indianapolis ten years ago when Bennie had been caught assaulting his ten-year-old step-sister. His lawyer pled guilty for him in exchange for being incarcerated for nine years at a state mental health facility.

Bennie’s mind was seriously disturbed. He lived month to month on social security and a very small pension fund he’d inherited. He had an old car; but rarely drove it. Normally, he walked to the supermarket down the street. He needed to save the gas for his ‘special days’. See, every birthday and every Christmas, Bennie would give himself a present. He’d learned a lot at that state facility from the other patients. What he would do is drive south to a city like Detroit. He’d drive around the better neighborhoods, always watching for young girls alone. He’d learned from one friend in the ward that playgrounds were good places, especially near catholic schools. Bennie’s birthday was tomorrow, so he was cruising the local schools.

He saw a lot of playgrounds, both near schools and parks. His plan was near perfect. He had this recording of a puppy whining. Today, he came up to the woods behind the school playground. It was cold, some snow was already on the ground. He put the recording on the ground, behind a bush nearby. When a girl came near, he’d turn the recording on. He waited. A lot of catholic school girls it looked like. Younger, older, they all looked delicious. The map had said it was a girl’s catholic academy. Nobody came by his corner of the yard, though. Then, just as everyone was getting rounded up to go inside, he saw one of the older girls walking the perimeter. Probably making sure no one got left outside, he guessed.

Kathy Williams was a school monitor at her school. Being 18 now, she was responsible for watching the youngest children during recess. She always walked around the school yard after recess to make sure no kids got left outside in this cold weather. She got to the far corner, turned right. Then Kathy heard what sounded like a puppy crying. She stopped, looked around, listening. There it was again. She moved towards where she thought she’d heard it. She heard it again, somewhere in the woods. She moved around the bushes, started calling to the doggie. The sound was coming from just over there now. She moved towards it when suddenly something leapt out behind her and tackled her to the ground. She landed with an “Ooomph!” on the cold, wet ground. Suddenly a hand grabbed her hair, while another pushed a hand towel into her face. She immediately went to full panic mode, but in seconds everything got blurry, then everything went dark.

Bennie loved this trick. It worked so well. The stuff on the towel always knocked them out fast. He grabbed his recorder, then grabbed the unconscious girl over his obese shoulder and took off towards his car before anyone could come looking for her. His old car wasn’t too far, but still he was completely out of breath when he got there. Being close to 290 pounds, he was in no shape to be carrying someone through the woods. But damn, he had one, a catholic schoolgirl, too. He was too excited to worry about being out of shape.

Bennie dropped her in the back seat just as she started to come around. He wrapped the towel around her face. She went right out again. He didn’t know it, but keeping the towel on her would mean she’d take a very, very long time to wake up later. He jumped in and drove away. He turned north on highway 127, then route 72 east to Mio, by the state forest. He kept looking back, checking on the girl. She wore a plaid skirt, knee socks, a white blouse with a tie and a winter parka. She had long, brown hair. He guessed she was older than he thought. She looked to be maybe fifteen or sixteen.

At his trailer that night, he pulled her from the back seat and dragged her inside. He put her on the couch, removed the towel. Bennie tried waking her up, slapping her face, but she’d still be out for another couple of hours at least. He took off his coat and boots, put his big fur hat away.

A few years ago, Bennie had put a big bolt through the bedroom ceiling, right to the roof. The bolt held a short length of chain, with a clip on the end. Tonight, he’d use it. He made a quick sandwich, then pulled the girl into the bedroom. As she lay there unconscious still, he started to undress her. He took off her coat, then her shoes and her socks. He ran his hand up and down her legs a lot as he removed the socks. This girl had nice, long legs! Next, he reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties off. She had some pubic hair, so she wasn’t as young as he usually liked them. Next, he undid her blouse. Pulling it open, he used his big, sharp hunting knife to cut her bra off. Her breasts, now exposed, he stood up. Not bad! Usually, they had hardly any tits at all. He put his hand around one. It was slightly bigger than he could hold with just one hand. He rubbed her nipple some. It actually began to get hard. He got his old handcuffs, handcuffed her wrists together in front. He pulled the hook on the chain over, clipped her cuff into it, then took the chain and pulled her up until she was barely touching the floor.

Bennie started to smoke a big bowl of his homegrown weed. He sat in front of her on the edge of the bed as she hung there. Hanging like that, her blouse was open enough that he could see most of her boobs in a very sexy way. He sat there, smoking his weed and stroking himself, fantasizing as he looked at her young body. He’d almost finished the bowl when she started to wake up. Suddenly her eyes opened; she looked around, startled. She noticed her hands were over her head, secured there. Her wrists hurt. Her coat was gone. She was in some bedroom; in some place she didn’t know. A fat man sat in front of her, staring at her, masturbating himself. She struggled, began asking in a panic where was she, who was he, what did he want, get her down from here right now. Bennie sighed, stood up, then punched her as hard as he could in her face. He hit her face two more times. Her one eye started to swell shut. He said to her, in this crazy, sympathetic and caring voice.

“There there now, there there. You’re ok. You just need to stay quiet. If you make any sound, any at all, I’m gonna do more than hit you.” She watched as he picked up a pair of pliers, put it to her stomach and squeezed a piece of her skin in the pliers’ grip. At first, he barely squeezed, kept saying, “Don’t make a sound. Shhh. Not a sound...” She didn’t, not wanting to be punched again. He kept squeezing harder, kept insisting she stay quiet. She tried to, gritting her teeth and trying her hardest not to cry out as he squeezed her skin harder and harder still. Finally, he stopped. He said, “That was good. Good girl. But if you make any sound at all, I’ll grab a tooth next time and rip it out. Understand? Maybe that one right in front there...” He kept talking to her like he was all sympathetic to her plight, when in fact he was the cause all of this.

Kathy was beyond panicking now. She didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know who this man was, but he seemed like some sort of fat, sick pervert. She realized she didn’t have her shoes one now, or socks either! Holy Christ, her blouse was open! And, where was her bra?! This was bad, this not good at all. Her face hurting, her eye swollen shut now, she was crying to get out of this. She kept begging him quietly, “Please, please, just let me go, please...”

Bennie was even more turned on now that she was awake. She was so scared! Her boobs, though the blouse hid most of them, though they jiggled all around as she twisted about, struggling. Just an occasional glimpse of a pink nipple. This was so fucking hot. He’d been stroking himself using his baby oil, slowly getting undressed. Now naked, he stood up, still stroking his semi-erect cock. He moved around behind her. She hung there, barely able to move. As he jerked off, he lifted her skirt up, exposing her bare ass. It was round, firm yet not small at all. Fucking nice. He touched it with the palm of his hand. She tried to move away but couldn’t move far. He rubbed her ass cheek some, then stepped back. He slowly moved around her, his dick harder than before for sure. She kept talking in a lower, quiet voice, barely audible, things like “don’t, please, don’t...” and “Just let me go, please sir, please...”