Chapter 1: Marcus & Tyrone
Marcus and Tyrone Williams were teens growing up in the hood. They were loosely associated with the Crypts, but there was no local chapter. They were it for now. They’d started young, doing odd jobs for Wilcox. Wilcox pretty much ran the hood. If you did a robbery, he’d better get his cut. He had eyes and ears everywhere. Marcus and Tyrone had recently graduated to car theft. Wilcox paid good for the right car, but it was also high-risk: Wilcox and the police. Auto theft meant jail time if caught. Not getting the car Wilcox wanted had its own consequences. When he wanted something; he’d call Marcus and Tyrone; tell them what he wanted and when. You didn’t disappoint Wilcox.
On this afternoon, Wilcox’s boy Lester had called; said the Man wanted a black Mercedes GLS SUV for tomorrow. They’d be expecting it out front of his house at sunup with one of those legal plates on it. The boys got to work. First, they got their sister to give them a ride. They’d cruise around, looking for the right car. When they found it, they’d grab it and she’d get 20% for driving them all over. Rochelle was always wanting more money, so she readily agreed.
It was around 10:00 pm. They’d been driving around the malls and neighborhoods of Brentwood for three hours now in Rochelle’s maroon Chevy Impala. Nothing. They were getting impatient; Rochelle’s constant bitching was getting on Tyrone’s nerves. Then in a nice quiet subdivision, they saw a black GLS SUV idling by the sidewalk. It was on a hill, a brick road with fancy bushes on either side. Tyrone told her to stop, come back in ten minutes, pick them up if they missed it.
Rochelle snapped back, “You better not! I need my twenty precent!”
The two brothers, both dressed in black, ran quietly down the sidewalk. They stopped just short of the SUV in the shadow. The back door of the house suddenly opened; a woman said good-bye to someone and walked away from the door. They saw the light disappear when the door closed. Tyrone crept forward a step. The woman appeared in front of him, crossing left to right to the Mercedes door. He jumped up, hit her on her head as hard as he could with a brick he’d grabbed back at their crib. The woman went “Uh!” and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Leslie Martin had stopped briefly on her way home from picking up her daughter, Kelsey. She’d dropped off some books she’d promised Mrs. Ingall, and was now heading home. As she reached for the car door handle, something came up beside her and then everything went blank. She lay on the sidewalk for almost 15 minutes before a woman walking her dog found her. All anyone knew was that her car was gone. Nobody knew that her daughter was even in the car; not until her mother came to from her head injury almost an hour later in the ER.
Rochelle drove to the end of the street, slowed. All she saw was a person laying on the sidewalk; the car was gone. She drove off.
“Ah’d better get my twenty percent,” she scowled to herself.
Tyrone had jumped in first; Marcus jumped in the right side. he quickly put it in gear and drove off. Tyrone turned right at the stop sign, then drove two blocks and got on the interstate. Up I-65 to I-190, then north and into the hood. It wasn’t far. Traffic wasn’t bad this time of night. As they accelerated onto the highway from Brentwood, they both heard a voice in back. A sleepy girl’s voice. “Mommy?”
Marcus spun around. “The fuck…?” he said. Tyrone kept glancing back; Marcus said to keep his eyes on the road. Marcus reached up; turned on the overhead light. A young girl lay on the back seat. She had on shorts and a winter coat. She squinted in the light, then saw the black man in the front seat staring at here.
Kelsey sat up quickly, eyes wide. Who was this man?! Oh my god, there are two of them! What, what was going on? Where’s mom? She quickly jumped to the left side of the back seat, started babbling, “Who are you? What are you doing? Let me out! Let out of here!” She screamed once. Marcus grinned, looking the girl up and down. He clicked off the light. She kept going on; demanding they let her out. Marcus turned to Tyrone; “Looks like we got us some bonus white meat,” he grinned.
Chapter 2: Prize Winnings
Kelsey was 13 and a half; an eight grader, on her way home from volleyball practice. She had medium length blonde hair. Kelsey was definitely into puberty. Her breasts were still small but definitely showing a lot of promise. She didn’t have hardly any pubic hair yet. Her hips were filling out, her young butt was amazingly cute. To Kelsey, what was happening now was exactly what they had warned them about at school last year. This was definitely bad; this definitely was not someplace she wanted to be. She did what they said to do in school- keeping telling them to let her out, then run the first chance you can. The car never stopped though, driving down the interstate. She tried to just jump once, but the safety locks stopped her. The one black man in the passenger seat reached back, pointing a shiny pistol at her face.
“Shut the fuck up, girl! Lay down! Lay the fuck down! And keep your mutherfuckin’ mouth closed.” He turned to Tyrone. “Until I tells her to open up,” he chuckled. He kept the gun pointed at her, low, so it couldn’t be seen from outside.
The girl lay on the seat, crying, kept saying quietly, “Please, please, let me go, please, I’m only thirteen….”
Soon, they got off the highway, turned down Jefferson Court, then into an alley. He pulled in the backyard of their crib. The car was nearly impossible to see now. They’d leave it there till just before dawn, then drive it to Wilcox’s.
They couldn’t take the girl inside- their momma was there; and their sister would be there soon. Instead, they pulled the girl from the backseat; Marcus punched her once in the gut. She doubled over; unable to speak, much less breathe. They forced a rag into her mouth; then they grabbed her arms and carried her down the alley to the house two doors down. This was Jackson’s crib. He was cool, and he had a basement. He had some soundproofing up so he could blast his rap recordings. They went in the back door, the girl barely touching the ground. Jackson turned, saw them come in; saw the girl with them.
Tyrone said, “We need your recording room for a little while.” Jackson got up, followed them downstairs to his studio. He had no idea what this was all about. In the basement, they pushed the white girl into the center of the room. She tried to run; screamed once when she pulled the rag from her mouth. Another punch to her stomach; more gasping for air. She knelt down on one knee. Tyrone walked up to her. He gripped her face hard, turning her up to him.
“How old are you, girl?” he asked.
She mumbled out, her mouth being squeezed tightly, “Thir, thirteen, thirteen…..please, just…..”
Tyrone looked at Jackson. “We found her in the back seat when we jacked the ride.”
Jackson said, “I see. Very nice.” They all laughed. Jackson moved to his audio board, flipped some switches. Rap music began blasting.
Chapter 3: Fast, Hard, Rough
Tyrone said, “Yeah, baby girl. Right now, I want me some of that white pussy.” He forced her to stand up; he grabbed her coat and began roughly pulling it from her. She fought to keep it, but he was way too strong for her. Off it came. She had on her gym jersey and shorts under it. With a lot of anger, he quickly grabbed her shirt and pulled it off of her, her white bra coming into view. She fought to keep her shirt, but he got it off quick. She started to scream some. “No! No! No!” She clutched her arms across her chest. Jackson grabbed a handkerchief; tied it around her head as Marcus jammed the rag back in her mouth. Marcus held her jaw tight as she struggled to stop him. Marcus loved it when little girls fought.
“Don’t worry, girl. It won’t be in there long,” he laughed.
Tyrone resumed. He grabbed her young bra; unhooked the back and then roughly yanked it off of her, throwing it aside. The three men stared at her young breasts as she quickly covered herself again. Her young lips were trembling. Her body shook. Tyrone wasn’t done.
Suddenly, Tyrone pushed her down; she fell backward onto the carpet. He jumped down, grabbing her shorts. He yanked them, along with her underwear, down her legs and off as she tried to hold them with her hands. He pulled off her sneakers. Now, she lay there, completely nude, trying again to cover herself. A little thirteen-year-old white girl, with nice little titties, a little virgin pussy and long, thin legs. Tyrone’s cock was rock hard. Thirteen. He was gonna love this. He went at her.
He climbed down on her, forcing her legs apart first, then getting between them, forcing her thighs wide apart with his own muscled legs. She kicked, struggling to close her legs together again, but it wasn’t going to happen. He grabbed his cock while he punched her once in the stomach again. He put his brown dick head to her little pussy as she grunted from the blow.
Jackson said, “Here, use this. It’s easier. She ain’t the first little girl we’ve had down here.”
He handed a bottle of baby oil toward Tyrone. Tyrone took it, made a small squirt in his palm, then handed the bottle back. He rubbed his rock-hard monster, then leaned down to the still-struggling youngster. He put his dick against where her cunt should be. He pressed in to her. She squirmed a lot; fighting him. He moved his cock around some, feeling for that little hole. Suddenly he found it; that little twat hole of hers. He pushed in, got the head into her, then pushed himself in without stopping. She really screamed when he did that, muffled by the rag. She arched her back as he went in to her; pressing her hands against his shoulders, trying to push him away.
Kelsey pulled her legs up more; trying to ease the pain somehow. His humungous brown dick was in her little vagina now; it was way, way too big! It was killing her! He pushed in more and more; she felt her pussy lips stretching farther than they ever had. She hadn’t even started using a tampon yet; nothing had ever been up inside her “down there”. Now this big black man was pushing his giant penis into her! It hurt so, so much! Then he started humping her; moving back and forth, she felt every little bit of him sliding into her, sliding along her vagina walls, her vagina stretched impossibly large. She was being raped; he was having sex with her, against her will. She was so mad now as he rocked back and forth on top of her young body. He fucked her brutally, slamming into her very hard, very deep, every thrust into her reaching a new level of pain. Even though she wasn’t fighting too much now, he was still violently slamming her, back and forth as he raped her again and again. As he raped her, he kept licking her ear and her neck; whispering dirty things into her ear. His hand squeezed her breast. He licked her lips, tried kissing her, even as he brutally raped her vagina.
Eventually, Tyrone felt himself pulsating, shooting a big load of cum into that little twat of hers. It squeezed out the sides some, she was so small in there. He stood up, his dick popping out of her hole. He was breathing hard, grinning, high-fiving his brother. Marcus was already undressed. He jumped right down there, put his own dick into that little girl’s baby cunt. He began fucking her slower, deeper, making it last a long time as he licked her face. He rubbed her little titties some, played with her little girl clit with his thumb. Finally, he got pretty excited; he grabbed her ass cheeks, lifting her up; began to pound her fast and hard. Really fast now. She shook like crazy; it was so cool to watch; her little titties bouncing all over. Then he shot his load into her, too.
Jackson looked at the brothers. “You mind?”
Tyrone laughed. “Go ahead. She’s paying the rent for the room.”
Jackson got undressed. He got down beside her as she cringed away. They all helped him get her on her little girl knees and elbows. Her little boobs hung down, jiggling some. Jackson got behind her, grabbed his cock, put it to her now wet little cunt. She really jumped again when he did; he went right into fucking that little girl, gripping her hips tight. Tyrone knelt in front of her; undid her gag. He put his cock to her mouth as she gasped, “Please, stop, please, don’t, stop, stop, please, it hurts, it hurts so much…..”
He gripped her jaw, forced her mouth open as he yelled at her to open up. She felt him press his still wet thing against her lips. She had to open some, then he forced his way into her mouth. All while the third man was raping her from behind. Her body, her head, her mouth bounced around like crazy as he brutally assaulted her vagina again. Now, this other man had his penis in her mouth. It tasted terrible. She gagged for air as he slid along her tongue, rubbing the top of her mouth. God, it was so big, so gross. The man behind her was doing her very fast. The man in front of her couldn’t go in very far. Then he grabbed her hair, pressing himself deeper on about the fourth or fifth push. She felt it press against her throat, cutting off her air, as her vagina kept getting pounded mercilessly. The man in her mouth backed out, she gasped for air, then he pushed back in again, deep. This went on for almost fifteen minutes. The man behind her shot his cum into her vagina; the man in her mouth shot his load into her throat. She gagged, choking, cum dripping from her mouth. The first man got behind her, she thought he would rape her again. She cried, pleading, “No, not again, please, not again….”
Instead, he pressed himself against her butthole! Noooo! She thought he’d just made a mistake; missing her vagina. “No! No! Not there! No! Not there!” Still, with a tight pop, she felt him enter her rectum. He immediately started sodomizing her, pushing himself balls deep into her every time, holding her hips like the last man. It hurt even more than the other rapes. She tried to endure it, gritting her teeth, sobbing, pleading for them to stop. After a few minutes he shot another load of men’s cum into her body.
They all smoked some weed; they forced Kelsey to smoke some. She shook, terrified, naked, getting molested as they made her smoke their pot. They forced her to kneel; made her lick all their dicks and nutsacks as they crowded around her. One man jerked himself off and came on her face. The other two took turns cumming in her mouth.
Eventually, they gagged her again, dragged her from the basement. They put her in trunk of Jackson’s car, drove her to the park on the edge of town. There they dragged her out and drove off. Eventually, Kelsey, naked and thirteen, ran into a small group of younger boys; not much older than her. She cried for them to call the police. Instead, they dragged her into the park again. Kelsey was raped four more times by the four black youths. It would be daylight before she managed to get help.