Non-consenting sex and violence and violent sex, m/f, adult w/teenager.Non-consenting sex and violence and violent sex, m/f, adult w/teenager. Not for the easily squicked or those offended by such things. (C) 1992 Mark E. Dassad. May be reproduced and redistributed un-edited and un-altered in electronic format for NON-PROFIT ONLY with this notice intact. The author reserves the right to sell paper copies at huge profit to the disconnected. Any other use constitutes fraud, and you'll be hunted down like a dawg and violated if you violate this. Okay you can fix typos, but only if you send me corrections. **********CHICKENHAWK: CHAPTER 1 "Karen" ************** I'd been hunting chicken at the New York Port Authority for about six months when I picked up Karen, fresh off the bus from Chicago, a runaway from one of the rich 'burbs that circle that city. She wasn't really my type; she was at LEAST 14, maybe 15. Long curly brown hair, almost frizzy really, a handful of freckles splashed across her nose, and it was one of those damn smashed little Irish pig noses, but at least her skin wasn't that awful dead white like so many of them have. Big round firm tits; I could tell that even with the expensive down jacket she was wearing, and she had a really tight little ass, and slim hips, too slim for a girl really. Hell, a woman. If they can drop a kid, I say they're women. *I* usually go for the younger ones, 11, 12 years old, nice blonde hair, big and fleshy, that healthy farm look. When I'm in the mood for female flesh and not boymeat, anyway. But I was in the mood for something different that afternoon, and this girl, whose name she said was Karen, had runaway written all over her, from her duffle bag to her nervous darting glance, like someone was trailing her, and like she'd never been to New York before. Which she hadn't. Shit I'd bet my left nut she'd never even been to Chicago before she changed buses there. But she looked athletic, and so damned upper-middle-class, that I wanted her, BAD. |