Tyrone and Marcus were definitely moving up in Brentwood. Six months ago, they’d scored that Mercedes SUV with the thirteen-year-old in it. That had been a fun night. That pretty little white princess had gotten an education that night from three brothers. Since then, Wilcox, the man who ran the Hood, had been busted by the Feds and was behind bars. His boy Lester had taken over The Business, as they called it.
Now, Lester knew he could always count on Tyrone and Marcus. Lester had heard the two bragging about the girl earlier; little did they know just how much that had pique his interest. For the first few months, though, Lester focused on high-end drugs; the kind that only rich people could afford. He saw stolen cars as a liability; an arrest just waiting to happen. Instead, he built himself a nice crib on the west side. Behind the tall security gates, was a luxury villa, built with his drug money. Now, Lester didn’t have a lot of bitches hanging around. He didn’t like them. All they wanted was his money; Take, take, take! He preferred a more solitary existence. One Friday, he called Marcus and Tyrone into his office.
“Yo, T and Marcus. I got a special job for you. It’s gonna be Friday night soon, and I’m gonna throw a little party tonight. You two are invited, of course. But you gotta get something for me. Otherwise, the party is a bust and my rep goes south, like you will if you screw this up. Here’s what ah needs….”
Lester outlined it for them. Two or three young white girls. No hookers; fresh virgin types. The younger the better. He sent Tyrone and Marcus on their way. He called in Gee, his right-hand man. Lester knew Gee liked little girls, too. He told hm to set aside some blow and good booze for a party later. Gee ordered three large pizzas for delivery, got the blow from the safe.
Tyrone and Marcus drove around in their 2003 Chevrolet Impala. They talked about what Lester meant.
“It’s a promotion, man,” Tyrone said. “We get to party with booty, with the boss! We like part of the organization true. This makes us tight in the hood, bro…”
Marcus agreed. They cruised the catholic neighborhoods around 3 PM. All the catholic schools got around then; lots of little catholic girls would be running about. They stopped near one school. They watched many girls leave. One girl walked with a group, then turned away and went down a street by herself. Tyrone followed her. Half a block down, in an area by some woods, he stopped beside her. Marcus jumped out of the back seat, grabbed her, pulled her into the back seat with him. Tyrone quickly drove away.
Marcus forced her face down on the seat, grabbed up the tape. He quickly taped her wrists, then her mouth, then her ankles. He shoved her to the floor, sat up.
“Ready for number two!” he laughed.
Susan Reese was twelve and a half years old. She’d been caught completely off-guard; next thing she knew she was in the back seat of a car and a man was taping her. Susan couldn’t resist too much, though she tried. She was 5’ 1” tall, weighed maybe 115 pounds. She didn’t have hardly any boobs yet, but was certainly developing a cleavage. Her butt was really looking good lately. Her legs were a little chubby she thought. Everyone else though, they all thought she looks hot for being only twelve. Maybe it was her long brown hair in a ponytail.
Soon, Tyron spotted a minivan pull into a supermarket. The woman driver got out, hurried inside. There were two others in the still running car. Tyrone drove slowly by.
“No fucking way,” said Tyrone with surprise. They could see young girls inside, all playing with iPhones or something; not paying any attention to what was outside. He circled back. Marcus got ready.
He paused just behind them. Marcus jumped out, moved up quickly and jumped into the driver’s seat. Tyrone watched as Marcus quickly pointed the gun at both kids, yelling. The two jumped, then slowly they both bent down. Perfect. Marcus started to drive off. Tyrone followed; Susan still taped up on the floor behind him.
The minivan quickly got on the highway and drove to the west side of town. Tyrone stayed close behind. The police would be looking for this minivan pretty quick. Marcus pulled off at the first exit in the hood, then into an abandoned gas station at the bottom of the exit. He pulled into the empty service bay. Tyrone pulled in next to him.
Both men jumped out, waving their guns. They made the two girls get out, lay down on the concrete floor. Marcus ran over and closed the garage door behind the minivan.
Tyrone said, “We just gonna tape you up, then we gonna leave. This will all be over in a few minutes. Nobody gets hurt.”
It was a way of getting girls to obey you. Make them think it’ll all be over soon if they just cooperate. Actually, he had other ideas for these two white bitches.
The first girl taped up was Lucy Barnes, the daughter of the driver, her mother. Lucy was 16, the oldest of the group. She was 5’ 8” tall, 125 pounds, long dark blonde hair, nice tits and a great ass. A real looker she was.
Next, they taped up Linda’s younger sister Carol. Carol was twelve years old, just. She may have been the youngest, but she wasn’t the smallest. She stood 5’ 4” tall, had a small but clearly defined set of boobs sprouting up; and a nice butt. Her athletic thighs really made her possibly the sexiest looking of the three. Tyrone thought Lester would be very pleased with their catch.
Just as soon as they were taped, the two men grabbed each girl one at a time, shoving them into the back seat of the Chevy, lying face down, beside the girl on the floor. Marcus and Tyrone jumped in front. Tyrone quickly backed out and drove to Lester’s crib.
Arriving around six o’clock, the two drove the old Chevy around back to the basement door. They pulled the three girls out. Marcus cut the tape around their ankles. They made the three stumble inside, blindly following the one in front.
In the kitchen storeroom, Gee watched them bring in the girls. It was Gee’s job to make sure they were what Lester wanted. Gee closed the outside door and said, “OK, let’s see what you fools brought us.”
Tyrone pushed each girl up against the shelves while Gee checked them out. One was about sixteen or seventeen he guessed. A little plain, but definitely no ghetto slut. He asked where.
“Woodland Hills, near the supermarket,” Marcus said.
Gee grinned. He put one hand on her tit. She jumped but was already up against the shelves. She would do fine.
He moved to the next girl. She was younger. Probably around twelve or fourteen. She had hardly any boobs; he touched her chest to make sure. Hmm, there was some titty there. Long, skinny legs, too. Long, blonde hair. Definitely virgin material.
Marcus spoke up. “We think it’s her sister,” he sneered.
Gee nodded, moved to the third girl. She was young, like the second girl. A little bigger, but still very cute. Very well groomed. “What about this one?” Gee asked.
“Near the St Mary’s Catholic School,” Marcus answered.
Gee looked her over. White blouse, green vest, green skirt. Nice legs, socks and school shoes. Oh, yes; Lester loved the schoolgirls. He grinned.
“They’ll do,” Lester said. “Take off the tape.”
Marcus and Tyrone removed the tape binding the three girls. The three stood there, shaking, scared, crying. Once they could speak, they started asking question and after question, pleading for them to let them go.
Gee spoke up. “Listen up! You three are gonna do what I tells ya to do, or I start cutting teeth out,” he growled, holding up a kitchen knife. He walked up to the older one, slapped her across her face.
“You got that? You don’t obey, I’ll start with your sister’s teeth,” he snarled again.
Gee turned to the other two men. “Get them ready. Leave this one like this, little catholic girl,” he said. “There be clothes in the back. Get them dressed for the party.”
Gee went back to the kitchen, preparing the food. Marcus and Tyrone made the girls walk to the back of the storeroom, into another small room. The girls kept crying, pleading, while the two kept telling them to shut up. In back, Marcus opened a closet door. Inside he found some clothes. He pulled out a black cocktail dress, handed it to the younger sister, Carol.
“Get undressed and put this on,” he said. At first, Carol just stood there, shaking her head, eyes wide and scared. He punched her older sister in her stomach, hard. Lucy doubled over, went to a knee, gasping. Carol shrieked, said, “Ok! Ok!” and began to get changed. She eased off her shirt, then slid the dress over her. Marcus told her to take the rest off, too. She hesitated, but then Tyrone grabbed Lucy. Carol again said, “Ok, ok…” and finished undressing. She took off her training bra, 32A. Not bad for a twelve-year-old. She slid her shorts down, then slowly eased her underwear off. The black dress left little to the imagination. Deep V in front showed a lot of bare cleavage. The dress was quite short, barely hiding her nude privates.
Next, Tyrone turned to her sister. “You, you’re next. Strip, little girl.”
Lucy slowly got undressed. She had no choice. These men had guns; they were trapped in the back room of some storage place. Slowly, she eased off her jeans, then her sweatshirt. She unhooked her bra, a healthy 33B hiding two very perky tits with some very nice nipples. She eased it off, then slowly she slid her black panties off. She stood up, arms covering herself. Marcus reached in the closet, pulled out a small towel, handed it to her.
“Cover yourself, fool,” he said to her. She wrapped the towel around herself. It barely reached around her. She clutched the top corners together, leaving an opening all along her side. God, she looked hot. While it was barely enough to wrap around her, it was also barely wide enough. To keep her butt and pubic hair covered, she had to expose more of her breasts than she normally liked. The towel, held tightly at the top, squeezed her boobs together. This caused some deep cleavage to show, while her pussy was barely hidden below.
Susan Reese watched the other two girls get forced to change. Was she next? She was scared to death. She stood there, arms wrapped around herself, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. Finally, she jumped when one of the men addressed her.
“You, school girl. Take off you fucking bra, honey.”
She didn’t want to, that was for sure. She was also terrified of their violence. She didn’t know what she should do. She stood there, shaking. The other man suddenly slapped the young girl next to her, hard on her face.
I said take off that fucking bra, bitch!” the man yelled. She jumped. Hands shaking so hard she could barely do anything, she slowly pulled her blouse from her skirt, reached up under it and undid the bra in back. She eased the straps down one arm at a time, then slowly slid the bra out from under her shirt. The man grabbed it from her; told her to tuck her shirt back in. As she did, he reached to her, pulled her blouse forward and looked down inside.
“Damn, girl, you got some nice little titties there!” he laughed. He reached his hand in, rubbed her nipple with his fingers. She cringed back.
“Stop it, please, stop it!” He did, pulled his hand back. He breasts were just big enough to push against her shirt. Now her nipples clearly stood out through her thin, white blouse. The two men asked them each how old they were. Two twelve-year-olds and a sixteen-year-old. The two men talked dirty, wondering aloud which girl they would fuck first; which one would get it in the ass first. The three kept whimpering, pleading quietly for them to let them go. Their pleas fell on deaf ears. Finally, the two took them all to a bathroom; made them put on this bright red lipstick.
Around nine o’clock, the three were led upstairs. They walked through the kitchen, through a dining room and into a luxury living room. Loud rap music played. Two men sat there. One was the man from earlier, the big, heavy-set cook. The other was tall, muscular, wore gold jewelry and sunglasses. The three girls were made to stand in the center of the room, in front of the two men sitting down. The other two, the two who had kidnapped them originally, stood behind them. Everyone wore sunglasses. They always did. It would be difficult identifying them later.
The tall man stood up, walked up to Susan in her schoolgirl uniform. He grabbed her blouse, ripped it more open, popping off three buttons as he did. He took his finger, slowly traced his fingertip around her chest, over her boobs, grinning the whole time. She kept trying to look away, but he kept making her look at him as he inspected her. He lifted her skirt, checked out her white panties. He turned back to her face, getting close. “Kiss me,” he said, angrily. Slowly, Susan leaned forward a little and barely pecked him.
Suddenly, he grabbed her head, pulled her to him, forcing his big, fat tongue into her mouth. She struggled, pushing against him, making “Uuummppph!” sounds as he forced himself on her. He turned to the others. “Make them watch,” he said, then went back to Susan’s mouth. The two sisters, Carol and Lucy, were forced to watch as the man forced the other girl to kiss him. He stopped eventually, told the girl to get on her knees. Slowly, she did.
He dropped his long gym pants, his enormous cock bouncing free. He was hard already, but had a way to go still. He grabbed it at the base; held it up. “Lick it,” was all he said. Crying, trembling, her blouse torn open, she leaned forward and gingerly put her tongue to his thing. It was so disgusting. She’d feared they would rape her, but suddenly it was right her in front of her. It was gigantic; he told her to lick it from the end to the base. “Lick it, little girl. Lick it good.”
Slowly, she slid the tip of her tongue along his penis. He grabbed her head, barked, “Use your whole tongue, girl!” She licked his penis with the top of her tongue, like he said; from the flared head to the base, down by his crotch hair. It smelled horrible; tasted terrible; so disgusting. As she did, her whole body shaking, she could tell he was getting harder, longer. Oh My God; was he really going to try and put this thing in her? No way would it fit. She’d put in a few tampons recently; even those were hard to get in. This, well this was just way too big. She felt a little relieved, knowing he wouldn’t be able to rape her with something this big.
Lester turned to the others. “Get them started,” he said.
Tyrone and Marcus turned to the older girl, Lucy. They forced her to turn and get on her knees as she clutched the too-small towel around her. Each man pulled out their dicks; already quite erect from watching the twelve-year-old schoolgirl giving head. They grabbed sixteen-year-old Lucy, forcing her to take each of them in her mouth.
“Suck on it, bitch! Suck it!” Tyrone yelled at her. Lucy felt the towel get ripped from her. She knelt there, totally naked, with a big, brown penis getting forced between her red lips. He began to thrust himself into her mouth. She gagged, slurping and choking as he forced himself into her, gripping her head tightly. The other man got down beside her. She felt him begin to feel up her boobs. Her nipples were hard now; she clenched her eyes tightly shut as one man forced her to give him oral sex, while the other man felt her up. Her tongue squirmed as it slid along his big penis. She felt it sliding along the top of her mouth, too. It was horrible. Soon, they traded places. She was sucking on another dick now; big, brown, long. He was brutal; ramming himself into her mouth deep, almost getting all the way into her throat. It was very hard to breathe, especially when he went in far. As she was forced to give him head, the other man was feeling up her boobs, then between her thighs and her virgin pussy. He rubbed her pussy hair, her pussy lips, pushed two fingers into her vagina. She squirmed, but mostly she was focused on just breathing, or trying to.
Meanwhile, next to her, Carol was getting hers. In that little, tight cocktail dress, she was on her knees, licking her young, pink tongue against the fat guy’s ball sack. Sometimes he made her lick his penis, then always back to his nut sack. It smelled so bad; it was so gross. He gripped her hair tightly, guiding her head in it’s every move. Her young, twelve-year-old body tried to keep up. Licking and sucking on this fat black man’s private parts kept her attention focused. Still, she occasionally got a glimpse of her sister and the other girl doing much the same thing to the other two.
Lester stopped Susan, made her stand. He began to undress her. Never gently; always yanking hard. He ripped her vest away, then tore off her blouse. Her young girl tits, not bad at all, bounced when her did. She tried to cover up, but he slapped her hands away. He yanked her skirt down, ripping it slightly. He pulled her plain underwear off, her socks and shoes too. Completely naked, trembling, she stood in front of his huge, hard dick.
Lester turned to the others. “I’ll be back. Have fun.” He grabbed Susan, dragging her down the hallway. At one door he opened it. Inside was a whirlpool bath, running, full of bubbling water and steam. He finished undressing himself, then got in the bath, pulling her with him.
“Come on, bitch! Get in here! Fucking little white girl gonna get a lesson,” he snarled. He sat down, pulling her onto him.
“Sit on me, girl! Sit on me!” he yelled. Susan straddled the man, his enormous penis sticking up, touching her front. The man forced her to sit up; he pushed his thing under her. She felt him moving it around ‘down there’. She was starting to sob now; she knew he was going to rape her, right here in this whirlpool bath. Suddenly she felt the head of that big snake pushing against her lips down there; then it went in a little. Suddenly, she felt him start to enter her vagina. No way! It was too big!
“Please, no! Please, it’s too big, no! It wont fit! Don’t, no, don’t…..”
Still, he pressed himself into her. She felt the hot water entering her vagina around his big thing. It was too big! Too big! She kept pleading with him, hoping to somehow save her virginity, but soon she could feel the entire head was inside her. The flared end pushed in more, then more. As she struggled to get up, trying to stop him from entering her, the pain growing tremendously every second, he just held her hips and pulled her down to him. Suddenly, he slid in a longer way. Oh God, he was in her now; he must have gone past her hymen. She could feel his enormous meat sliding along inside her vagina. It felt like he was tearing her apart. She screamed, screamed more, as the pain shot through her, his humungous brown thing pushing farther and farther into her.
Lester held Susan tightly, and once he was at least three quarters of way into her, he started to hump her. He pushed up and back, making her bounce up and down, her tight, young cunt sliding along his hard dick now. She screamed. Let her, he loved it when they did. He watched those little titties of her bouncing up and down as he tore into her young cunt. Totally bald down there she was; one really hot, sexy little catholic girl. Her long brown hair in a ponytail bounced up and down as he slammed his hard dick deep into her, again and again. Her young thighs were wet, her little bit of baby fat jiggling as he raped her. Soon enough, Lester shot his load deep into her. When he’d finished, he made her lay next to him, holding his Johnson, stroking him, getting him hard again as he licked her mouth. Another girl would be next.
Out in the living room, Gee took Carol and made her bend over the end of the couch. In her little cocktail dress, her ass stood right up there as she bent over with no underwear on. He forced her thin legs apart; put his dick, still wet from her tongue, to her little girl cunt. He missed it, went right into her asshole. She screamed loud; he didn’t care. Baby pussy or baby ass, it was all tight. He began to rape the young girl’s ass; his dick going balls deep into her, his stomach slapping against her cute little ass cheeks. She struggled a lot, screamed a whole lot. Gee just tore into her. Again and again, he rammed himself deep into her little girl asshole, kept saying, “Yeah, that’s it! Scream, little girl! Scream!”
At the other end of the couch, Tyrone was boning the older girl, Lucy. She was bent over the couch, naked, her vagina getting raped brutally. She felt his penis and it was huge; it hurt way too much. She screamed, begging him to stop, yet into her again and again her pounded himself. Her vagina felt like it was being ripped apart; the pain was incredible. Then, just when she thought this couldn’t get any worse, the second man knelt of front of her on the couch, put his big brown penis to her face.
“Suck it, girl! Open up and suck it!” As her body rocked back and forth violently from the man raping her, she opened her mouth a little, lips trembling. He pushed his thing into her mouth; she gagged, tried to breath while she kept getting raped from behind. She could feel his crotch hair slamming into her butt cheeks again and again. He was going all the way into her; she couldn’t believe something that big was getting in her that far. The man in front of her kept pushing himself into her mouth, to the back of her mouth, pulled back some. In he went again, going back and forth along her tongue, filling her mouth, her lips sliding along his giant meat. She could hardly think as she was raped from both ends.
It would be dawn before the four men were through with the three girls. Raped and sodomized again and again, they were finally driven to a wooded area and let go; naked, barely able to walk. They finally came to road. A county work truck drove up, stopped. The police were called.
The four men had always worn sunglasses, and the girls had spent most of the time face down or with a dick in their mouth. The police never did get a 100% ID, though they had a good idea who had done this. Fancy home, not far from the kidnap point. It had to be Lester Compton.