Mark Rogers was a 66-year-old retired black man, living quietly on his pension, never bothering anyone. Since the young, teenage girl next door had disappeared, the police had been all over looking for her. After a few months, everything got quiet again. He heard they thought she may have run away. Something about their parent’s divorce.
Meanwhile, Mark was back to raising money for his other hobbies. He was starting a new project, and the two grand he’d gotten for young Jessica Lewis hadn’t quite covered what he needed. His AC had gone out and it cost him the two grand just to get it fixed. Now he needed two grand again.
Mark got online and did his homework. He looked up young girl activities everywhere around town. When he could, he’d get a name with a picture. More digging. Soon, an address. Then google maps, then exploring ways in and out. It took several months, but soon he’d found one.
Karen Wiggins was sixteen. He knew quite a bit about her now. What teams she was on; what activities she attended. He got all his gear ready to go. Pretty simple, really. Dark clothing, gloves, a bottle of Chloroform he’d bought on Amazon. A roll of duct tape. She was small for her age, so he figured he could probably drag her for a little way through the woods to the car. He’d go near her house at night, hiding in the woods, waiting.
Mark pulled up behind Target, parking like he worked there; in the back in the shadows. There was no moon tonight. He moved up through the woods and found the house. Yep, oval pool with a hot tub nearby. He sat and waited. This was his third time there. You had to be patient. Sometimes he’d spend two or three weeks before an opportunity opened. He didn’t mind. He had time.
Suddenly, Lady Luck came his way. The back door opened. Out walked the girl! She wore a towel, dropped it and stepped into the hot tub. She had on a bathing suit. That looked like her alright. Then, the door opened again! Another girl walked out. Younger, who was this? She went over and got in the hot tub with the first girl.
Karen Wiggins was home with her younger sister, Julie. Their parents had gone to a party of some sort, and left the girls home for a few hours. As soon as they left, Karen said to her little sister,
“Let’s get in the hot tub!”
They both ran upstairs and changed into their swimsuits, then ran down and got in. The bubbling, warm water felt so nice. Karen was sixteen, maybe ten pounds above normal, but she wore it well. She had really nice breasts for a sixteen-year-old, and a cute butt, too. Her long, brown hair was combed very straight. She always liked wearing make-up. She had brown eyes, lipstick, nail polish on.
Her younger sister Julie was just eleven-years-old. Short for her age, she was about twenty pounds over her ideal weight. What this meant, was that where most eleven-year-old girls had a flat chest, Julie had these boobs actually starting. She also had a soft stomach, a nice, chubby little girl butt. To her though, these boobs meant nothing. She was still just a kid, and the hot tub felt wonderful. Karen lit up a marijuana cigarette.
“Karen! What are you doing? You can’t do that here!” Julie laughed, giggling. Karen passed it over. Julie took a drag, coughing as usual. They both laughed. After a couple of puffs, they were feeling the effect alright. Soon of course, they got thirsty and hungry. Karen asked Julie to run inside, get a couple of Diet Dews and that bag of chips. Julie climbed out, went to the kitchen.
Mark came up behind Karen quietly. He figured one may go inside; then he’d make his move. Sure enough, one girl got out, went inside. With the sound of the hot tub water covering his movement, he came up behind the older girl in the tub, chloroform in hand. In one quick move, he put the rag over her face, an arm around her neck, yanking her up and out of the tub. She tried to scream but the rag muffled it. She struggled some, but pretty quickly she fell unconscious. He kept dragging her back to the shadows. He lay her down, went back to the hot tub.
Julie came out with the drinks and some snacks. She got to the tub, but Karen was gone. Where was she? Was she playing hide and seek or something? She called out, “Karen….?”
Suddenly a hand went over her face, pressing a wet towel to her. Another arm wrapped around her. She cried out, but the rag muffled it. She struggled some, dropping the sodas and snacks, but soon everything went dark.
Mark dragged the younger girl to where her sister was. She gave her sister a second whiff of chloroform. He took the tape, taped their hands and feet together. When he’d secured both, he gave the younger girl another whiff of chloroform and grabbed up her older sister. She was heavier than he expected; and he wasn’t getting any younger. Still, he rushed through the woods, put her in his trunk, ran back for the second girl.
After he’d gotten the second girl in the trunk, he got in his car and drove slowly away. Just another Target employee going home. He drove to his house in Brentwood, pulled into the attached garage.
With the garage door closed, he opened the trunk. The two girls lay there, semi-awake now, struggling and trying make noise. The duct tape kept them quiet though. He pulled the younger girl out, dragged her to the door, into the kitchen and then down into the basement. He handcuffed her wrists, then attached a rope, pulling her arms up high. Quickly, he went back up to get the second girl.
When he got to the garage, she was already halfway out of the trunk. He grabbed her, and with some difficulty managed to get her dragged into the basement too. He handcuffed her, then tied her to a ring, facing against the wall. He went upstairs, turned off the light, closed the door. He went onto the front porch, took a look around. All quiet. Some fireflies were all. He smoked a cigarette, went back inside. He got undressed, went into the basement, turning on some different, colored lights. The two girls stood there, crying, mumbling into their taped mouths. They stared wide-eyed at him, naked, his big cock all erect without even needing any Viagra. The younger girl looked away, the older one kept looking around, scared. He walked up to her.
He tore the tape from her mouth. “Go ahead, scream if you like. No one can hear you. This room is sound-proof. Scream all you want to, girl.”
“Wha, what do you want with us? Why are you doing this? What’s going on? I want to go home…”
She plead with him, trying to stay calm and reasonable, despite her desperate situation. The man pulled out a big knife, showed it to her. She kept crying but kept quiet, too. He bent down, cut the tape from her ankles. He slowly stood up, running the blade along her leg, up the calf, her thigh, to her butt. Her one-piece swimsuit didn’t show much.
“Let’s have a look, shall we?” the black man said. She felt the knife blade slide under the swimsuit on her butt cheek. He turned it, started cutting the material. Slowly, it came open as he slid it upwards. Soon, he was at the top and cut through. The whole left side of her suit opened somewhat. He moved to the other side, then suddenly grabbed her suit roughly. He slashed at the material; she thought for sure he’d cut her. She cried out, struggled to get back. In a few moments he cut the last shoulder strap and the suit was off. She stood there naked, shaking, hands tied to the ring in the wall. The man stood beside her, close to her. She could smell him. She tried turning from him, trying to hide her nude body from him, but she couldn’t do much.
The girl started really crying now. “Please, don’t hurt me, please, I’ll do what you say, just don’t hurt us, please….”
She had nice titties alright. A big handful; just right. Having the air conditioning on very cold made her young nipples really stand up, too. She had a nice, plump ass and chubby thighs, but not too much. Man, she looked sexy. Still, she was young. Nothing jiggled much yet. Oh man, was this chick nice. He took his iPhone, asked her the usual questions. He texted someone, got a call, read her answers to the caller. He hung up, took her picture, sent it to someone. Then she watched in horror as he went over to Julie.
“No! Leave her alone! Please! She’s only eleven!”
The black man walked up to Julie, who looked up, crying, shaking. Suddenly he slapped her face, hard. Then again, and again. He grabbed her little face, ripped the tape from her. He ripped the tape from her feet, then used the knife to shred her little bikini swimsuit. She kept screaming over and over, “No! No! No!” but he didn’t listen. She was a bit chubby, but she actually had some tits starting there. Such a tiny looking little slit between her legs, too. He took out his iPhone, asked her the same questions he had asked the other girl. When she wouldn’t answer right away, he’d slap her, hard. The older girl kept screaming for him to stop, but he went right on asking his questions. How old are you (11). How tall are you (5’ 1”). How much do you weigh (105 lbs). What grade are you in (5th). He made a call, read the answers, took a picture, this one of naked little Julie, arms still high over her head.
He put the phone down. He went over to Karen. He slapped her hard twice, gripped her jaw, spoke loudly, threateningly to her close up.
“Listen up, you! You do what I say, when I say it, or I’m gonna beat your little sister again. Got that!?”
She nodded, trembling. He undid her wrists, freeing her from the ring. He handed her a bottle of baby oil. “Rub this on me. All over me. Everywhere. Go on, start rubbing it on.”
Slowly, she opened the bottle and put some into her hand. She reached over, not sure where to start. She touched his shoulder, started putting it on there. He grabbed her wrist.
“Slowly, girl, slowly. Press into it. That’s it. Now, all over.” He pulled her hand down to his crotch, made her touch his cock, all erect and hanging out like a horse now. “Get going,” he snarled at her.
Slowly, Karen began to rub the man’s penis. It was dark brown, with a big flared head on it. The whole thing was huge; big around, long too. She could barely get her little fingers around it. He kept telling her to rub more as he put more baby oil on it, so she slid her hand along from the very tip to the very base. She’d never touched a man there before, except that one time two years ago when Uncle Mike made her give him a hand job. That had been so gross. She did the same to this man, not wanting him to start hitting her or her sister again. She’d make him shoot his sperm like her Uncle Mike, then he’d let them go maybe. She knelt down, using both hands to grip his enormous dick, sliding the oil all over it, then rubbing the oil around on his balls. It was all so disgusting. This old, old man, making her touch his dark brown junk all over with this baby oil. She tried not to look as she stroked him, rubbing his nuts every so often.
Suddenly he grabbed her, pulled her to the floor in front of Julie. There were four rings, each with a rope tied to it. He tied her one wrist, then the other, then her ankles until she was spread eagle on the floor, completely nude. Mark turned to the younger girl.
“You, you watch what I do to your sister, and pay attention. You’re next, you know.”
He turned back to Karen, knelt down, holding his cock in his hand. The two girls started screaming for him not to, to leave her alone. Between those luscious thighs he put his dick, finding that little cunt hole of hers. She struggled, but couldn’t do much. She had a hairy bush down there, but he managed to find that girl’s cunt hole soon enough. He pushed himself into her; she really screamed then. Her legs kicked, or tried to. She squeezed her vagina, trying to stop him, but he just kept pushing. A little more, then more, then his cock head was in. He kept pressing into her arched body as she struggled against him. He felt it slide in some more, the some more. She was tight! Then he felt that little girl’s hymen. She was so small beneath him. He pushed harder, finally pushing on through it. She struggled more, but he just kept pushing in. His big, brown cock was really hard now. He kept at her, until he felt himself go in as far as he could. She was wide-eyed, hyperventilating, making painful grunts as he pushed in. When he started to slowly fuck her, she stopped moving, letting him have his way. Her breathing slowed as she tried to calm down some, but still breathing very fast. He pushed deep into her, again and again, rocking back and forth into her, that tight sixteen-year-old pussy feeling so fucking tight; so fucking good.
Julie watched in horror as the man raped her big sister. She kept crying for him stop, to leave her alone. She was scared to death; the man had said she was next. She couldn’t be. She was only eleven. She’d seen his thing, and it was way, way too big for her to take. She couldn’t believe Karen was being raped by it. Karen was crying out a lot; it must really hurt. The man kept thrusting himself in and out of Karen; until finally he pushed into her and held himself in. He got up, he must have finished. Oh my God, Karen! Karen was sobbing, still unable to move. The man turned to Julie. Julie stared back with terrified eyes, mumbling, “No, no, no, no….”
Mark turned to the younger girl. Your time, sweetheart. He went upstairs, did a shot of bourbon, opened a beer and washed down two Viagra’s. He went back downstairs, the colored lights really setting the scene. He walked over to the younger girl, untied her from the rope overhead.
“You, want me to hit you? Want me to fuck your sister again? No? Then you do what I tell you to,” he snarled. He went over to a recliner, dragging the youngster with him. He sat down, told her get on her knees. He pulled her close.
“Start licking me, little girl. Use your tongue, lick my junk all over. Go on, get going. Start licking me, or I’ll break your fucking jaw.” With that he hit her in her jaw, not hard, but enough to hurt. She slowly leaned down, hesitantly, crying, then using just the tip of her trembling tongue she began to lick his penis.
“Use your whole tongue, girl. That’s it, lick it. All the way up, all the way down, Lots of spit. That’s it, keep going girl…”
Julie slid her tongue along his penis like he said. It tasted terrible, smelled gross. It was so old, too. Then he made her move to his nuts. God, that was even more gross. He made her do this for a long time. All over his wrinkly, hairy old ball sack, then up and down his huge penis again. He made her move up, made her push her little boobs together and rub them on his thing. She did, not knowing why. She really didn’t have any. He then pulled her up more, started putting his old man tongue into her mouth. His hands rubbed her chest; one touched her naked butt. His finger searched for her asshole. Still, his tongue squirmed its way into her mouth. She didn’t know what to do; she was getting attacked everywhere. Every time she didn’t do what he said, he’d hit her or Karen. Or worse. He was a very violent man. She let him have his way with her mouth; it seemed like the safest thing to do. She felt his hand rubbing across her chest. His finger was pushed into her butt, the other fingers squeezing her butt cheek way down low.
Julie suddenly watched the man stop and get up, pulling her up with him. He took her over to a Pummel horse; tied her over it. He got behind her, she struggled to see what he was doing. She could barely touch the floor with her toes. He pushed her legs apart; he touched her young vagina with his warm, wet penis! She didn’t think it would fit in her. She hadn’t even used a tampon yet, and his thing was huge. Massive. Still, she felt him press the end against her lips down there. He pushed around, she struggled to stop it, cried out, begged him not to. Karen was crying out too.
Karen watched the man behind her little sister. He had her legs apart; her short, little legs. She saw him working his thing against her vagina. Karen yelled at him to stop, she was only eleven, leave her alone you sick fucker! He didn’t even look at her though. Soon, she saw him pushing into Julie. Julie cried out in pain; she could see that big, brown thing slowly going into her little sister. He went in a little, paused, then rammed in hard a couple more inches. She jumped when he did. He started to fuck Julie again and again. In and out, he pushed his brown penis into her. Over and over, he really went at Julie hard. Karen could only watch, sobbing, pleading for him to stop. Julie was sobbing, crying out with every thrust into her young little body.
“You’re hurting her! Stop, please stop! You’re hurting her!” Karen cried out.
Then little girl’s butt was so small. Mark watched it wiggle every time he slammed into her. It clenched every time he pushed in. She didn’t know what was going on. She just knew it hurt like hell and his cock was really stretching her pussy apart. Even with her legs spread wide, she still could barely get open enough for him. He watched her; she was so small, just this little white girl. Little white girl taking his big black dick! He worked her tight little pussy hard, watching that cute ass jiggle about, kept talking dirty shit to her.
Soon, Mark shot his load into the young girl. It squirted out; he’d never even got his dick all the way into her. She was just too small. At least, for now. The Viagra kept him hard like a bat. He went back to Karen, got down on top of her; raped her again. He really went at those soft, big tits of hers this time. Sucking the nipple and as much of that tit as he could suck into his mouth. Such hard nipples; such puffy nipples. His hands worked the tits for a long time as he slid his cock into that tight little cunt again and again; her pussy all wet and warm this time. With all that tit action he came soon, but he had just enough in him still to rape the younger one again. This time, he got even farther into her. She was completely hairless, not like her sister. That little butt of hers though. You just couldn’t stop watching it bounce and jiggle as he fucked her from behind. He squeezed those cheeks hard as he did her. He came inside her little cunt, getting cum for the first time. He worked it around, getting her even more lubed up. Little fucking girls.
Upstairs, he took a shower, went to bed. He’d get up early, do it again. Tomorrow was take-it-up-the-ass day, and swallow-his-cock-in-their-throat day. He slept soundly all night, as the two girls spent the night in darkness, crying, wondering what was to come next.
In the morning, he had coffee, took some downstairs. He undid Karen, turned her over, tied her face down this time. He poured some hot coffee on her butt hole. She screamed, but it was fun to hear. He oiled up good, then went right at that chubby ass of hers. Into her hole he went, pushing past the sphincter and pushing deep into her bowels. She resisted as much as she could, but he was well lubed up with baby oil and slid right on in. Balls deep he went, then he began sodomizing her as fast and as hard as he could. He’d sometimes spill hot coffee on her back as he did, making her scream even more. Finally, he shot a load of cum deep into that little white ass of hers. Man, it was spasming so much, he thought he might cum again right there.
Instead, he got up, went over to the younger one, still tied across the Pummel horse. He held his dick up to her face. “Suck on it, little girl, suck on it. Now.” He gripped her hair with one hand, gripped a tit with the other and squeezed it hard. Not much of a tit, just a young girl’s barely showing boobs. He slammed a fist into her side. Slowly, she finally opened her mouth and he entertained himself trying to get his dick into that little girl mouth of hers. In, out, breathe. Then in again, another breath, then in again. Each time he pushed in, he pushed in hard. He wanted to get into her throat, and one way or another, he was going to. It took a long time; she struggled quite a bit, always struggling for air, but he held her head very tight. Soon, not only did he get into her throat; he shot some cum into it, too. She gagged and threw up, choking on it. Oh man, eleven years old, swallowing his cum. Nice. He’d watch this video recording over and over.
The next day, Leroy showed up. The two girls had on school girl uniforms with no underwear. Their hair was brushed, make-up on. Lots of skin to be seen. Leroy handed over four grand, took the girls to the garage and put them in his Escalade. Good-bye basement of terror. Hello, whorehouse.