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CriticÕs Corner
Here at NND we provide a complete publishing service, free of charge
to the Internet. We not only write the books and publish them, as of today
we review them too.
TodayÕs Critics Corner will review the book Jupiter Rising, by noted
and world famous author Andrew Roller. The first thing I liked about this
book is that itÕs free. Money grubbers like Stephen King, Tom Clancy and
Ann Rice may dig into your wallet, but saintly Andrew Roller gives his
work away.
The next thing I liked about Jupiter Rising is its pedophile hero. In
the wake of an adverse criminal conviction in Ohio, itÕs important for
authors like Andrew to stand up for authorÕs rights. If we donÕt use them,
weÕll lose them. What other author do you know of who writes stories
featuring a pedophile hero? Thumbs up, Andrew! (Or whatever it is that
youÕve got sticking up down there...)
I also liked the fact that Jupiter Rising features a little girl! Who
says men canÕt be interested in little girls, in this case a beautiful eight-
year-old girl. If you canÕt date an eight-year-old, the next best thing, I
suppose, is reading about one.
Finally, even without the pedophile in Ohio who got in trouble for his
homemade journal, Jupiter Rising advances an important political agenda.
Hopefully one day there will not only be a Norton Anthology of African
American Literature, but a Norton Anthology of Pedophile Literature too.
And instead of just gay studies or feminist studies at the local bookstore,
there will be a (positively oriented) molester studies section too.
I hear from myself that I am working on a new book now, entitled
Girl Patrol. Like Jupiter Rising, this novel helps protect the rights of
authors, features a pedophile protagonist, THREE little girls, and advances
the important causes of free love and youth liberation. I am posting
chapter one of Girl Patrol here on alt.sex.pedophilia today. You can read
the frequent additional chapters on alt.sex.stories.moderated, and
hopefully someday soon the full novel here.
Who says the best things in life arenÕt free?
Impartially yours,
Andrew Roller
Executive summary: Another great novel by AmericaÕs greatest new
author. Sign this guy today so he doesnÕt have to give his work away for
free anymore.
Andrew Roller Presents
GIRL PATROL
Chapter One
Looking at me, you wouldnÕt expect much. IÕm short, fat, bald, and
30. Well, okay, IÕm 35. But I have one thing going for me. IÕm a child
molester.
Not a real child molester; you wouldnÕt want me to go to jail, would
you? But some time ago, after years without dates or girlfriends, it
suddenly hit me that females my age were too old for me. Too socially
advanced, if you know what I mean. So I decided to like little girls
instead. Trouble was, of course, America had just started in on its Ôanti-
molesterÕ fervor, and being a relatively unattractive guy who lived by
himself I was quickly placed in a category labelled ÒsuspiciousÓ. All the
neighborhood girls were told to stay away from me.
That was some time ago, and so the years went by, and I lived alone.
My mom died (my dad had died years before) and with nothing better to do,
and to supplement my income, I decided to take in lodgers. Who knows,
they might have a daughter.
As it turned out an old gypsy woman and her husband became my
lodgers. They were noisy. The old man was always building something in
the back room I let him use and the old woman had some ancient sewing
machine that she ran constantly in the room where they slept. They fought
too, when they were together, which is why I was always grateful when
the old man went to the back of the house and the woman stayed in the
front bedroom. You might say they more or less took over the house, which
would have been nice if the lady cooked, but she didnÕt.
Then one day things started to improve. The people next door, some
aging yuppie couple, moved away. And in their place moved in a new
family. They had two little girls. One was ten and the other was nine.
The ten-year-old was a dream; long blonde hair, smooth long white legs
and white arms to match. The nine-year-old was just as pretty in her own
way; shorter, a brunette, she liked to tie her hair so that a long pony tail
went trailing down her back, lying amidst the rest of her hair which she
left hanging free. It was mesmerizing, watching them. As summer came,
and the air grew warmer, their dad set up an inflatable swimming pool out
back. Soon they were splashing around in it, their perfect white skin
turning brown with the sun. A friend joined them the second day they had
the pool set up; I learned by listening at the window that they called her
Becky. She was eight-years-old, and lived up the street. She was not as
tall as the other two girls but nonetheless possessed the same long legs
that they both had. In addition, she carried a teddy bear around with her
wherever she went. Listening closely I learned that her teddy bear was
named Cuddles.
Tragedy struck; my two gypsy boarders were killed coming home one
night in their car. They hit a tree. Neither of them was wearing a seat
belt. As a result I was left with some odd-looking closet standing in the
back room. You could walk inside it. There was a knob with letters and
numbers carefully lettered on it: Òbefore, 4,000, 2,000, 0, 500, 1,000,
2,000Ó and ÒafterÓ. I had no idea what it all meant. About the only other
things of value left to me by my boarders were the old womanÕs sewing
machine and a small pile of various fabrics.
God help me, but in the ensuing days I began to fool around with what
the couple had left behind. And not in the most decent of ways either. I
was in the habit of staring out the window at the little girls next door.
They looked so cute; I got the devious idea of somehow using the old
womanÕs sewing machine to sew little costumes for them. I got out a
FrederickÕs of Hollywood catalog. With some diligence I was able to
master the womanÕs machine: then I used her leftover fabric to make
outfits that the little girls might wear, only in my imagination, of course!
For the blonde, I started by creating a camisette with demi-cups. If
youÕre a guy you probably donÕt know what that means; donÕt worry, I
wouldnÕt have either until I spent long summer hours poring over the
FrederickÕs catalog and fooling with the old gypsyÕs sewing machine.
Basically, it looks like a corset. You do know what that is, donÕt you? ItÕs
something like O wore in the Story of O. It binds the girl around her belly;
not that I wanted little Kim, as the 10-year-old was called, to be bound
too tightly; it cinched up in back but she was skinny enough that no matter
how small I made it, sheÕd still have room to breathe and bend over. Well,
pretty much! Anyway, it was such that its main point was to lift and
display her pretty little titties. I swear, for a little girl she had the
biggest tits IÕve ever seen. A teenager would have been proud of them.
The thought of seeing her belly bound and her ripe tits lifted even higher
than nature already had them poised made my blood run hot. I cut the
camisette short, in a curving upward arch, in order to show off her belly
button; the garment would mostly bind her around the ribs and back,
leaving her actual belly, from her navel on down, naked. Of course, being a
35-year-old deviant, panties were not planned to be part of her costume. I
went straight to the stockings, which were to be attached to her
camisette by long sexy garters. To match her stockings, I created gloves
for her. They were ruffled; I was willing to devote some extra material to
wrist ruffles for Kim since I had deprived of her of panties! I gave Kim a
little bow-tie to go with her cami; I guess I was being somewhat
extravagant but as long as her important parts were left showing, I was
all for extravagance.
Next up was little Jan, KimÕs 9-year-old sister. IÕm sure IÕll spend
time in Hell for this, but I decided to go for a police-woman look for her.
Kim tended to tell her what to do, since she was older and taller. I
decided to give Jan a bit of revenge by cladding her in black leather!
First, there was of course the de rigueur police cap. This I made out
of shiny black leather and I accented with an old bit of chain that the
gypsyÕs husband had left on the floor in the back room. It was a slender
chain, nothing too heavy for little Jan to wear. Next came the middle part
of the costume, and as you might expect I settled for an outfit with an
open cup shelf bra. JanÕs tits werenÕt as big as KimÕs but they were
developing; why hide them when they could be showed off? For the part
intending to bind Jan around her middle, I was short of material. I
couldnÕt go for a full corset. Instead, using the same leather IÕd made her
police cap out of, I made something consisting of three straps, like three
leather belts. They buckled across her belly in front, just above her navel,
which was left bare. In back the straps were sewn together, and attached
to the higher-up bra. Once again I omitted to make panties. Instead I used
what was left of the shiny leather to make gloves for Jan. Her bottom
might have to go bare, or get splinters in it, but her hands would be
protected! And with the little bit of material left over I didnÕt forget
JanÕs neck; this I bound in a leather collar which I sewed to the bra cups.
For, you see, the bra cups stretched right up to her collar, strap-like, on
either side of her naked breasts. The whole effect of the outfit was one
of being bound up in straps, three across her belly, and one looping around
both her bare tits and attaching itself to a collar around her neck. Plus
gloves and a hat, of course. IÕd worry about what to do with her legs when
I got around to making boots.
Next was the neighbor girl who lived up the street, little Becky.
What sort of devious attire could I come up with for an eight-year-old? I
thought and thought, sitting long hours at the window watching the girls
play in the swimming pool in the back yard, trying to come up with a
costume that would match BeckyÕs personality. I decided, first of all, that
she needed a cape. Not so much for her, but for her teddy bear, Cuddles.
Into this cape I sewed a pocket; Cuddles would have someplace to stay
while Becky was playing. Next I gave her little skirt. However, being a
pervert I made sure it was a miniskirt! In fact it was too short to cover
much of anything. I estimated that it would, at best, cover half her
bottom in back, and leave the space between her legs open to viewing by
me! Her belly I decided to provide nothing for; I like being able to see
little girlsÕ belly-buttons. As for her boobies, I settled on a cropped tie-
top. Basically this is a piece of fabric that goes over the shoulders, and
ties off in front. However I cut little holes for BeckyÕs nipples to stick
through; they were beginning to puff out a little, why not give them room
to grow? With the fabric I got from cutting holes in her bra I made a
little collar for her. Then, still not satisfied that she was showing enough
of her beautiful body, I slit both sides of her miniskirt. To complement
BeckyÕs skirt, but without covering her desirable parts, gave her fishnet
stockings. They tied around her thighs with little bows.
Well, I was all done, except for the girlsÕ shoes. That was going to
be hard and I knew it. I went to the library and checked out some books on
the subject. After many laborious hours I managed to craft a pair of boots
for Kim. They were little leather ones that rose to her ankles. I guess I
wasnÕt too ambitious for Kim, I was still learning my craft.
However for Jan, I decided to go all out. I gave her long leather
boots that stretched up over her knees. They were so long, in fact, that I
included a way for them to be tied, in back, with bows that were sewn
into the leather. Finally there was Becky; I was getting weary of making
boots and went to a shoe store and got her ones that I thought would fit.
They stretched up to her knees.
I was sitting out on the back porch one day when Jan and Kim and
Becky decided to collect acorns. I guess they were tired of swimming.
They started in their back yard and, because the big tree that was dropping
the nuts grew in my yard, and spread its branches across to theirs, they
soon wound up in my yard. Even though some years earlier I had been
labelled ÒsuspiciousÓ by my neighbors these were new girls, and their
friend Becky was apparently new to the area too. So the girls came over
without too much apprehension; little did they know that IÕd prepared
costumes for them that were lying upstairs!
The next day the girls were back, collecting more acorns. Naturally I
was on my back porch again; who was I to miss out on seeing these
wonderful girls? Today they did more than just ask me if they could pick
up the nuts off my back lawn. They actually came up onto my porch and
sat down and talked to me!
The next day was even better. Soon I was serving them lemonade,
and we were playing Monopoly together. By and by they got up the nerve to
come into my house. One day, upstairs, little Becky happened to see the
costumes and asked about them. With some blushing I admitted I had made
the costumes for them. To my surprise the girls wanted to try them on! I
tried explaining that I hadnÕt made any panties for the girls, or, for that
matter, bras of any substance. But the girls just giggled and insisted. I
told them to go into my parentsÕ bedroom; I wouldnÕt look, I promised
them, still wondering what theyÕd think when they realized they were
practically naked in the little outfits IÕd made for them!
The girls had never, of course, dressed up in FrederickÕs of
Hollywood type outfits before. I guess they must have fantasized about it,
though, because they went to the trouble of getting all the straps and
buckles and ties on. Several times they called out to me for advice.
Without looking past my parentsÕ bedroom door, which was pulled almost
all the way closed, I explained to them that the corset was for Kim, the
police straps for Jan, and the miniskirt and crop tie-top for Becky. The
girls got everything on and the boots even fit!
Suddenly, they were screaming with glee. It started with Becky and
soon the other two joined her. I wondered what was going on. Did I dare
look? They called out to me. With much blushing and trepidation I peeked
in past the bedroom door. And thatÕs when my jaw dropped.
The girls were flying! They were, all three, up in the air, paddling
about with no support whatever!
ÒWheeee!Ó Becky cried, wiggling around in her sexy costume, waving
her hands and feet around in the air.
ÒYippeeee!Ó Jan cried, moving her arms dog paddle style, threatening,
I saw, to go right out the open window!
ÒYahooo!Ó Kim yelled, joining her friends in an air-writhing dance.
ÒGirls! Stop! WhatÕs going on?!Ó I yelled. I ran into the room, no
longer worried about looking at the girls naked but, rather, about the fact
that little Jan was about to float out the second story of my house! I
yanked down the window, closing it. The drop would kill the poor girl, if
she fell, and the last thing I needed was some dead little girl in my yard in
a FrederickÕs of Hollywood costume!
Fortunately, the girlsÕ parents didnÕt hear their yelling. I guess they
were downstairs in their basement or something. That was good for me
since what if Jan and KimÕs mother had called them home, with the girls
dolled up like little whores? I let the girls float around in my parents
bedroom for awhile, admiring their sexy half-naked little bodies. Then I
insisted, with some regret, that they get their normal clothes back on.
ÒOne of your mothers will probably be calling you home soon and its
going to take you time to get out of that stuff,Ó I told the girls.
ÒOkay,Ó they relented, after floating around a little more. They
came down out of the air and got out of the things IÕd made for them.
Putting their own clothes back on, they were, naturally, eager to tell their
parents and everyone else about their newfound ability to fly.
ÒGirls, I donÕt want to tell you what to do,Ó I said to my three
visitors. ÒBut I donÕt think your mothers would exactly approve if they
knew IÕve made FrederickÕs of Hollywood-type costumes for you. I mean,
little girls arenÕt supposed to wear lingerie, even if itÕs lingerie that
makes them fly.Ó With some persuasion I was able to convince the girls
that the lingerie had to stay our secret. I mean, letÕs face it, when would
a mother allow some unattractive 35-year-old guy like me to see her
daughter naked? Or, worse, in clothing that covered her where it didnÕt
matter and left her pussy and bottom and titties bare? So the girls agreed
that, much as they might like to show off their clothing at Summer Fun
show and tell, or let their friends know about their new abilities, they
couldnÕt. And they especially couldnÕt tell their mothers. Heck, their mom
only knew that they were briefly in my back yard collecting acorns, with
perhaps a glass of lemonade and a game or two on my back porch thrown
in. The girls admitted they hadnÕt told their mothers that IÕd let them
come inside. In fact, Becky said she wasnÕt supposed to be in my house!
So we left it at that; our wonderful secret, and when the girls went home
that night I couldnÕt wait for the morning to come!
The next day the girls were back, eager to once again try on their
Òair swimming costumesÓ, as they called them. They floated around my
parents bedroom and then on out into the hall, down the steps, and
eventually into the back room where the old gypsy man had built that
weird closet. ÒWhatÕs this?Ó Becky asked, coming down out of
the air and leading her two friends into the closet.
ÒI have no idea,Ó I said, joining the girls in the closet. ÒThe old
gypsy man who used to live here built it.Ó
ÒIs it like these costumes?Ó Kim asked, her eyes bright. IÕd
explained to the girls that IÕd made their outfits out of material left
behind by the gypsy woman, using her sewing machine. It was a logical
inference she was now making; heck, if the clothes had magical powers
maybe this dumb closet thing did too.
ÒI have no idea,Ó I said. ÒI havenÕt tried doing anything with this; I
was going to call the junk yard and see how much it would cost to get
them to come and take it away.Ó
ÒOh, donÕt do that!Ó Jan cried. ÒThis looks like fun!Ó As children
will do, being more curious than adults, she reached up and began fiddling
with the knob. She turned it forward, all the way, until a small arrow
above the knob was pointing down at the word ÒafterÓ.
And thatÕs when the second magical thing happened, thanks to those
gypsy lodgers of mine. One minute the girls and I were standing in the
closet in my house. The next moment there was a strong vibration and a
flash of light and we were someplace else.
ÒGood God! Where are we?Ó I cried, looking out the hole that was at
the front of the closet-thing. I saw a barren landscape. We werenÕt in my
house anymore!
ÒOoooh! It looks spooky!Ó Becky said, sticking her head out.
ÒLetÕs explore it!Ó Kim, the oldest and most confident one, cried.
And the next moment she was doing just that, swishing her arms and
floating up a few feet off the ground, then forward. The other two girls
quickly joined her.
ÒGirls! Wait up!Ó I cried. They surprised me by air-paddling their
way out of our closet. I came dashing after them; I was out of shape and
it took more effort for me to run and keep up with them than it did for
their little bodies to go wiggling through the air.
ÒWheeee! This is fun!Ó Jan cried, moving about with her sister and
friend through the air. They each went swimming off in a direction of
their own; I couldnÕt keep up with all three of them!
ÒGirls! Come back! DonÕt leave me here!Ó I begged. After some
additional yelling I managed to get the girls to come back and regroup
around me. I was scared to death IÕd lose them and then who knew what
would happen? IÕd probably be accused of kidnapping them or something.
ÒGirls, we donÕt know where we are,Ó I said to my three little FrederickÕs
clad angels. ÒWeÕve got to stay together. If you want to go exploring,
letÕs choose a direction and all go that way. Slowly enough for me to keep
up walking and not running, if you donÕt mind.Ó
ÒOhhh, alright,Ó Kim sighed. ÒI guess we should do that since this
place does still look sorta spooky.Ó
ÒUm, IÕm not scared. IÕve got Cuddles with me!Ó Becky said. She
pulled her cape around in front of her and took out her bear, which sheÕd
put in the pocket IÕd sewn for her in the back of her cape.
And so we set off, the girls paddling through the air and me coming
along on foot. If the gypsy woman had left more material behind I might
have been able to make a costume for myself; but wouldnÕt you know, there
wasnÕt any more than IÕd used for the girls. Well, there was a little, but
not enough to give me any lift. IÕd tried wrapping some around my wrist
the night before, even after my shower with no clothes on except what I
put round my wrist, but it didnÕt make me float at all. I guess I just
weighed too much or something. So off I went, huffing and puffing behind
the girls, delighted at watching them up between their legs as they went
swimming through the air. As I walked I resolved to cancel my
subscription to Barely Legal; it looked like I wouldnÕt need to be paying for
any of that sort of enjoyment now that I had three little airborne
mistresses to play around with!
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