Story: Sex Offenders Unite   
      
   by Willowall (M+/f, violent rape)   
      
      
   CHAPTER 1   
      
   Since getting out of San Quentin a year ago, 40 year old Leroy Jones'   
   life had been practically unbearable. His family wanted nothing to do   
   with him. He couldn't get a job. He wasn't dating, and since he had no   
   money, he couldn't even afford to rent a pussy. He thought many times of   
   going back to his old ways, a life of crime, but when he was in prison   
   he promised himself that once he got out, he was never going back. No,   
   Leroy Jones was gonna live life right.   
      
   It was May 14th, and Leroy was spending the day like he always spent his   
   days: sitting on the couch watchin' the tube. Jerry Springer was on. The   
   show had some guy on who was confessing to his daughter that he was   
   fucking her best friend, and then when the best friend came out and said   
   she was pregnant, the daughter kicked her in the stomach. Leroy laughed.   
   He always laughed when young girls were in pain. That's what landed him   
   in Quentin.   
      
   There was a knock on the door. Leroy ignored it, but the person kept   
   knocking.   
      
   "Ah, shit. Can't even watch my goddam show."   
      
   He went to the door and opened it.   
      
   "Yeah, what you want?"   
      
   A white guy in his mid-twenties was standing in front of him with a   
   nervous look on his face. He was your average Gen-X white guy, wearing   
   baggy shorts and a t-shirt. The shirt had a photo of Pamela Anderson on   
   it squeezing her huge tits, with the words "Got Milk" printed above her   
   head and wet spots on her nipples.   
      
   "Uhm, Mr. Jones?"   
      
   "Yeah."   
      
   "Hi, my name's Jason. I'd like to talk to you, can I come in a minute?"   
      
   The big black man let him in and told him to sit down on the couch.   
      
   "This might sound strange, but just hear me out," said Jason, who was so   
   nervous he was shaking.   
      
   "Uhm, I was checking the records down at the police department and I saw   
   that you're registered as a sex offender."   
      
   "Yeah, what of it," he said. He was starting to get upset.   
      
   "No. no. It's cool. Wait a minute," Jason said, trying to calm him down.   
   "The reason I'm here is because I know how the community can be real   
   tough on guys like you, and I just wanted to let you know, man-to-man,   
   that I think it is just TOTALLY COOL what you did."   
      
   There was an awkward silence for a moment as Jason wondered if the guy   
   was gonna punch him or pull out a gun and blast him away.  Then Leroy   
   cleared his throat and spoke.   
      
   "Well, I don't know what to say. Thanks. That means a lot."   
      
   Jason breathed a sigh of relief.   
      
   "Well, I mean it. I mean, hey, to be totally honest with you, there are   
   times when all I can think about is how much I want to rape some chick I   
   see. I mean, I just haven't had the guts to do it. But you -- man, I was   
   reading up on you and you REALLY had some fun in your time!"   
      
   Both of the men chuckled nervously.   
      
   "Yeah, I guess I did. I guess I did."   
      
   "I read that you raped something like eight chicks."   
      
   "Well, I got CAUGHT for doing eight, but there MIGHT have been a few   
   more." He had a sly grin on his face.   
      
   Jason was in awe.   
      
   "And some of them were like 13 years old? Is that right?"   
      
   Leroy admitted that yeah, he had raped not only a 13 year old, but a 10   
   year old too.   
      
   "Wow, I wish I could have been there!" said Jason.   
      
   "So, you like that young stuff do? A nice white boy like you?"   
      
   Red-faced, Jason said, "Yeah, Leroy, I got to admit I do!"   
      
   At that, both of them broke out into laughter. Leroy hadn't felt so good   
   about himself in a long time. Imagine, to actually be PRAISED for all   
   the rapings he's done! And for Jason, this was the first time he'd ever   
   told anyone about his darker fantasies, it was a great relief for him.   
      
   "Want a beer Jason?"   
      
   "Sure, man, I'd love one."   
      
   While Leroy went to the kitchen, Jason watched TV. The father of the   
   pregnant girl walked on stage and announced that he was fucking the   
   OTHER guys daughter.   
      
   At that, the first father stood up and actually spat on his daughter's   
   face. Leroy walked in just in time to see the spit land in the girl's eyes.   
      
   "Hah, now there's a brother. Hey, Jason, you want to see something?"   
      
   "What is it?"   
      
   "It's a picture I got off the Internet. I printed it out and hung it up   
   in the bathroom. I'll go get it."   
      
   After a minute he came back with a photo showing a girl about 13 years   
   old tied to a toilet with three streams of piss aimed at her face.   
      
   "Will you take a look at that? It's a beaut isn't it?"   
      
   Jason's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head.   
      
   "Yeah, I call her my toilet slave. Every time I piss, there she is   
   staring out at me," he chuckled.   
      
   "So, have you ever done that to a chick, Leroy?"   
      
   "No, that's one of the few things I haven't done."   
      
   "You gonna?"   
      
   "Well, I'd like to, but no. No. That shit is behind me."   
      
   "Oh, come on, Leroy. It can't be behind you."   
      
   "No. No. it is."   
      
   "Leroy, look. There's another reason I came here today."   
      
   "Yeah?"   
      
   "Leroy, I really want to get some of this action for myself, but I'm   
   kind of scared, you know. And I was just... well, you know, I figured   
   that if you were ever gonna rape another chick, that maybe you'd let me   
   in on it."   
      
   Leroy just looked at him with a devillish grin on his face, not really   
   sure what to say.   
      
   "Well, I don't know, Jason. I'd really like to help you out, but --"   
      
   "So, do it then."   
      
   Leroy thought for a minute then let out a breath of air.   
      
   "What do you have in mind?" he asked. He was warming up to the idea.   
      
   "Well, what I was thinking," Jason said with a gleam coming to his eyes,   
   "Was... You must know a lot of guys who have been in prison for sex   
   offenses.."   
      
   "Yeah," Leroy replied, "We got pretty close in prison. The other guys   
   always liked us telling about the bitches we busted open. Why?"   
      
   "What if you contacted your buddies? The ones that are out of prison, I   
   mean, and got them to meet us at this warehouse I own."   
      
   Leroy looked at Jason suspiciously, "What for?"   
      
   "We could start a club," Jason said, "A club consisting of rapists and   
   child molesters. We could use that warehouse for our meetings and make   
   plans there."   
      
   "Plans? What kind of plans?"   
      
   "Plans to rape some bitches, that's what plans!"   
      
   Leroy snorted, "I told you that those days are over! I can't take the   
   chance of getting caught and going back to prison."   
      
   "Just think," Jason said in a softly, convincing voice, "A whole club of   
   men whose only purpose is to rape some little cunts and show them what   
   they were placed on this earth for. And I don't think we need to worry   
   about the police, because I've already lined up some police buddies of   
   mine who are gung ho for this. They can keep their brother cops off of us."   
      
   "Shit!" Leroy exclaimed, "You've really got this thing planned out don't   
   you?"   
      
   "Yes I do." Jason said, "This has been a driving desire of mine for   
   years now. I've got the addresses and telephone numbers of all the   
      
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