Convicts III: Plus One
Mark Kessel and Brian Genner were two ex-cons with big troubles. Both had been incarcerated for sex crimes against minors. Both had worked out in the gym a lot in prison; they were big men with lots of muscle. Their crimes were nobody’s business, and nobody bothered to ask. After ten years in the penitentiary, both had been released on the same day. Mark was 38 now, and Brian was 37.
The two had a plan for when they were released. Their plan was simple- rob rich families while taking turns raping their younger daughters. Knowing where these girls could be found was what the school records were for; information obtained by a computer program another convict had written for them. Using GoogleMaps, they’d found a nearby wealthy neighborhood with a large wooded area behind it. Their first attempt, though well thought out, only yielded modest cash. They’d only gotten $660, though little 13-year-old Jenny had satisfied their ten-year lust for some early teen sex.
The second robbery took place about 600 miles away. The Grabowski family had only netted the two a mere $380. Though their two daughters, eleven-year-old Monica and sixteen-year-old Karen had made for a long, fun-filled night. Now they sported old leather jackets, two “registered” Harley’s, long beards. They fit the dangerous biker image perfectly. Today they were scouting new victims using the local library computers.
They sat in a corner of the library at a terminal. Their latest victims had all identified the two from mug shots. Police everywhere were looking for them now. Mark and Brian kept low in homeless camps and shelters. Their luck held out so long as the police only had old mug shots to use. Their long hair and beards now altered their looks well enough. One day, they were in the same town where the prison was located. At the very same bus station they’d been to before. They waited on the train platform, eyeing a young girl in a Sunday dress playing nearby. The prison van pulled up. A black man got out; the van drove off. The black man was Bernie Scott. He was about six foot two inches tall, a solid 220 pounds. Bernie was well known to Mark and Brian. He also had a thing for younger girls, also worked out a lot. Today, he was out on parole. Mark and Brian walked up to him.
“Mark? Brian? Is that you?” Bernie asked, somewhat surprised.
They exchanged handgrip handshakes. “Long time, brother,” Mark said.
Bernie said, “Man, you two is famous on the inside. But what you doin’ here? The man is looking everywhere for you two.”
Brian snickered. “Everywhere but here. Listen, we knew you were getting out today. We also know you’re from out west, and we need to get lost for a while. How’d you like to make some serious cash?”
Bernie grinned, contemplating this offer. At the moment, he only had about a hundred bucks and no place to go. Whatever they were planning, it couldn’t be any worse than staying here. “You got a way to go west?” he asked.
Mark and Brian laughed. “You bet.”
Out back was parked a 2022 Kenworth truck, with a 53’ plain box trailer behind it. Brian knows trucking companies. Some places have huge lots, over a hundred trucks parked, waiting for drivers or maintenance. One missing wouldn’t even be noticed for three days. That’s all they needed. The empty trailer was a bonus. They put their two Harley’s in there, hardly any weight at all. With a full tank of diesel and a nearly empty trailer, they could make it to western Colorado or Arizona nonstop in two days. The three ex-convicts climbed in and drove to the interstate.
Two days later, around midnight they parked behind a supermarket in Baines, Arizona. “This the place then, huh?” Bernie asked.
Brian said, “Yep, according to this GPS. Should be right through those woods over there.”
The three climbed out, walked into the woods. On the way out west, they’d pooled what little money they had left and got some Viagra on the street, and some pot from a store in New Mexico. Now, they all took a couple of Viagras and lit a joint as they walked through the woods. About twenty minutes later, they saw a home through the trees. They crept closer, looked it over.
“Looks right. There’s the detached garage, and the patio.”
They turned to Bernie. Bernie’s specialty was getting past alarms. “You’re up, man,” Mark said. Bernie walked slowly across the open yard, scanning closely for motion detectors. By the house, he found a small box. He worked on it for a bit, using a small flashlight he’d stolen at a truck stop. After a few minutes, he waved to the other two.
Mark and Brian moved cautiously across the yard. Bernie said, “No matter what opens, the alarm system will think everything is still closed. We’re good.” They moved to the patio door. Brian worked the lock, then slid the glass door open, leading the way into the kitchen. The three men moved inside, found the knife drawer and quietly took out three, large kitchen knives.
They moved through the house. It was dark, quiet. They heard a TV upstairs. They moved up the staircase, went towards a double door, the master bedroom. They opened the door, moved quickly to the bed. Rule 1: Cover their mouth and put the knife to their face so they can see and feel it. Mark stayed in the hallway. Brian and Bernie moved in quickly, in just a few seconds they held each parent in their grasp, knives to their faces. They both whispered threateningly, telling them to keep quiet.
“We just want some jewelry is all. Stay quiet, we’ll be gone in a few minutes,” they kept saying. It was a rouse. Mark came in, took a roll of masking tape and taped their mouths, then their wrists and their ankles. They dragged both to the hallway.
Ben and Susan Little had been to a party earlier, and both were exhausted. They’d gone straight to bed, fell fast asleep with some help from all the wine they’d had earlier. The three men came as a complete surprise. They seemed organized; said they wanted jewelry. In the hallway, Ben and Susan lay on the carpet, bound and gagged. Ben never stood a chance. He was pudgy, out of shape. These men were big, muscular. The men went to the girl’s rooms.
Brian went in to the first one, found Terri Little sitting in bed, earphones on, reading a book. Terri was eleven-years-old, five foot tall, weighed about 98 pounds. A skinny little girl, she was just starting puberty. Her breasts were just starting to grow a bit; her young butt was really shaping out nicely, though. Something her Uncle Buck noticed every time he came over. She was in bed wearing her underpants and her bed-shirt. Suddenly, a strange man had grabbed her, covering her mouth. He wrapped a huge arm around her and carried her effortlessly to the hallway. She screamed into his hand, struggling, her earphones fell away, and then they were in the hallway. Another man began putting some tape over her mouth as she fought with them. She saw her mom and dad on the floor, tied up. A third man, a black man, was pulling Kirsten from her room now.
It took some doing, but Mark finally got the tape on the young girl’s mouth. He taped her wrists, then told Brian to put her on the floor and hold her there. Mark moved to Bernie, holding the older girl. This was Kirsten, the older of the Little’s two children. Kirsten was fifteen, and boy was she ever. She stood about 5’ 8” tall, had long, silky blonde hair. Nice long, thin legs. Her best part was her breasts. For being only fifteen, she easily had a set of 33B’s. Her areoles were puffy; her nipples erect. She had on a bra and panties, pajama shorts and a pajama shirt. Bernie had grabbed her just as she’d awoken from a deep sleep with the TV on in the background. Suddenly, she was in the hallway, one man holding her, another man grabbing her face and then trying to tape her mouth. She managed a few cries as the black man removed his hand when the other man put the tape on. Next, they’d taped her wrists together, then forced her to the end of the hallway. Her parents lay there, and another man held Terri on the floor.
The family was forced to stand. The girls were told to go to the basement, as Mark and Brian carried the two parents behind them. They went downstairs into a large playroom in the basement. They dropped the parents on the couch. Bernie noticed a large, queen-size mattress leaning against a wall nearby. He dragged it over, dropped it on the carpet in the middle of the room.
The three men made the girls climb onto the mattress on their knees. The knelt in the middle close together, crying, shaking, yelling into their tape. Mark asked the parents where was the cash and bank cards. He tore the tape from the father, who told him where to look. He went upstairs, found $1355 in cash in a safe. He found his wallet and her purse; pulled out another $185 and a bank ATM card.
Mark went downstairs. Brian and Bernie were playing with the two girls, reaching out and touching them, mostly getting the parents very upset and mad. Mark got downstairs, showed the others the cash and ATM cards. Bernie had picked up a cell phone he came across in the kitchen. He said to the others;
“You know, if we can find a good camera here, we can make a ton of money in Oakland with a good, homemade white-girl rape video.”
Bernie always was coming up with new ideas. They looked around the basement. Mark questioned the father again, while Bernie threatened to molest her in front of him. Mark went upstairs into the study; found the new, high-tech camera and brought it to the basement. He handed it to Bernie, who played with it, got it going, set it up on a shelf.
Mark and Bernie sat down on either side of the parents. They lit up another joint. Bernie told the older girl to get up.
“Stand up, get up here on the floor! Get up, girl! Now, is you’re name Kirsten?” he snarled at her.
Kirsten slowly nodded her head, confused. How did he know my name? The black man looked at her sister.
“And you must be Terri, am I right?” he barked at her. Terri knelt there, scared, nodding, eyes wide with fear. Bernie looked at Mark and Brian. “Nice program you got there.”
Bernie turned back to Kirsten. He used his knife to cut the tape from her wrists; tore the tape from her mouth. “Ok, Kirsten,” he sneered. “Start dancing. Go on, move those hips, start dancing, girl. I said DANCE, DAMMIT!”
Kirsten jumped began to sort-of dance a little. He made her move more; made her move her hips around, swaying her body as she did. This was so embarrassing! She did what he said, though. He was really big. The black man told her to put her hands over her head. Then he told her to grab her collar and lift her pajama top off of her.
“Don’t stop dancing, bitch! You keep moving while you take that top off, real sexy-like,” he laughed. The other two laughed too.
Slowly, Kirsten lifted her top. She was crying so much she could hardly see. As her arms shook, she eased her top off of her. Her boobs were now out there for everyone to see. She still had on her bra, and covered herself as the top came completely off. The man grabbed it though; yanked it away. She quickly covered her chest with both her arms.
“Keep dancing, bitch! You keep dancing, or Momma gets hurt.” With that, Mark gave their mother a hard punch in the side of her face. The girls cried out.
“Stop! Don’t hit her! Don’t! Stop! Ok, ok, I’ll do it….” Kirsten kept dancing, hoping it would keep them from hitting her mom again.
Bernie told the teenager to lose the bra. Slowly, as she danced, she undid the clasp in back and eased it off. He reached over, snatched it from her hands once she took it off. “Keep dancing, girl,” he threatened. She did, even as the other man punched her father in his face.
“Stop! I’m doing what you said! Stop, please! I’ll do what you say, just leave my family alone!” Kirsten sobbed.
Bernie, Mark and Brian stared at her tits. Man, those were some really nice tits she had. Her sister probably had hardly any; her mom was too fat and ugly. Little Kirsten had some nice fucking tits though. Bernie told her to turn around; bend over, take off her pajamas and panties next. They cheered as she did, her incredibly nice ass there for all to see. Her parents struggled around a lot; yelling into their tape still. The three men stood, got undressed, then moved the girl to the center of the mattress, on her hands and knees. She was sobbing as they forced her to.
“Please, no, don’t, don’t, not in front of my parents. Please, no, don’t….” Kirsten’s sister quickly moved off the bed, went over by her parents, watching these three men getting ready to do something with Kirsten. She was naked; they were naked. She stared at their big, long penis’s sticking out in front of them. An erection they called it in class last month. Oh my God! Were they….? Oh my god, they were going to have sex with Kirsten!
Bernie got behind the girl, on the bed between her legs. Brian knelt in front of her, as she knelt there on all fours. Her ample breasts hung down, moving slightly as her body shook and got pushed around. Her hair was all over her shoulders, down her arms. The black man spit on his thing several times, rubbing it around it with his fingers. God, he was so fucking hard now. This was his first piece of pussy in twelve years. He was so fucking ready. He pressed it to her little cunt. Just below where her pubic hair ended, just below her cute little butthole, there it was. Her pussy lips mushed about, even as she clenched herself tight. He pressed into them, holding a steady pressure. He punched her once in her lower back. She unclenched for just a moment; he angrily pushed into her. She immediately tightened up again, let out a loud gasp. He held her hips tightly; pushed himself into her. Slowly, slowly he pushed his big, black dick into that tight little cunt of hers. It was really stretched tight; she was making some noise now. He grabbed her hair with one hand, yanked her head back.
“Shut up!” he yelled. He kept moving in deeper, slowly. More and more into her little vagina he went. Soo enough, he felt himself push past that virgin hymen. “She WAS a virgin…” he laughed at the others. Grabbing her hips with both hands again, Bernie started to fuck that little white girl but good. Fast, deep, powerful thrusts made her grunt with every thrust. She started gasping for air as he began to really hammer her from behind. He saw Mark holding the camera; getting some good shots of his dick going in and out of that tight, white pussy.
Brian grabbed her jaw, lifted her face up to his dick as he held it to her face. “Open up, girl,” he snarled. She was too busy getting raped brutally from behind to hear or understand what he was saying. Then he gripped her mouth tighter; pushed his pink cock to her lips, pressing into her. He was yelling “Open up, open up” at her. She did a little, as the black man slammed himself into her again and again. The man’s penis slid into her mouth; she felt it on her tongue. She tried to open as wide as she could. He kept pushing in more, still yelling at her.
“Use your tongue, girl! Use your tongue! Do it!” She wiggled her tongue around some, against his big, hot dick inside her mouth. Still, she was more focused on the hammering her little vagina was getting. Oh my God, that black man was big. She could feel every bit of him as he pounded into her, slamming his crotch against her young butt cheeks as he did her.
When Bernie finally shot his load deep into Kirsten, he was quickly replaced by Brian. Brian went at her just as rough, just as fast, just as brutal. Bernie took the camera, recording Brian raping the fifteen-year-old, then switching to Mark as he was beginning to undress the younger girl.
Mark made 11-year-old Terri kneel on the floor in front of her parents; next to the bed where Mark was raping her sister. He took her clothes off, his hands roaming all over her young girl body. When she wouldn’t stop trying to block him with her hands, Bernie kicked dear old Dad right in the chest. She started cooperating more after that. She cried a lot; didn’t say much. She was young alright. Just the start of some tits. Her pussy was bald, just a slit mostly. A nice, tight ass though. Mark had her naked soon enough. He sucked on her mouth; her neck; her breasts; her stomach and her vagina. He ran his hands all up and down her legs, right up to her pussy. He slid his hands up and down her arms, then her legs again, then back to her ass. Bernie turned the camera back to Kirsten, doing a close-up of her nice tits bouncing around as she was brutally raped.
Soon, Brian shot his load into the fifteen-year-old too. Soon as he pulled out, Mark jumped over and began to attack Kirsten, pushing her onto her back on the mattress. Bernie handed the camera to Brian, then he grabbed up the younger girl, Terri. He pushed her down onto her back on the carpet. As her parents watched in horror, Bernie lifted her little legs up, stuck his huge black dick into her tiny vagina. It wasn’t easy, she was even more tight than the other girl. As Brian recorded it, Bernie pushed into her, going in more and more. She screamed a lot; his enormous black cock splitting her vagina, forcing it to stretch beyond anything she’d though possible. He started to fuck her, getting a rhythm going, letting go of her legs. She spread them wide, then tried using her feet to push him away, but he was well between her knees. He worked her back and forth, every so often pushing in even deeper. He was going to mash his crotch hair against that bald white pussy or else! He raped her over and over again, until he finally felt himself bottom out in her. He pushed more, finally got his hair against that little cunt. She cried out every time he bottomed out in her. He went faster, she cried and screamed a lot. Mark got the whole thing recorded; even the looks on her parents faces as they were forced to watch.
The three attacked the family all night. They forced Kirsten to give them all some deep throat. Then they made her do the same to her own father. Then they made Terri do the same thing. Each girl got raped and sodomized several times. When they weren’t getting raped, they were licking and sucking their cocks, getting them hard and long again for another round.
Just before sunrise, Mark took the ATM card to the bank and withdrew the limit, $1500. This brought their total to $3040. With that money, they could buy “legal” California driver’s licenses. They began to plan their next fiesta as they taped up the family, left through the woods.