Ron and Kevin were middle-aged and black, two small time burglars with a meth habit. They’d been caught a few times, but the money was good and they were getting better at it. Last month they’d done their first home invasion, tying up the elderly couple as they ransacked their expensive home. That had earned them almost three grand. Tonight, they hoped to do as well.
It was just after 10 pm. They parked their old Chevrolet in the shadows near a luxury neighborhood. They both wore brown jumpsuits; part of their disguise. They walked up to the front door, their tools of the trade in a plain brown box. Ron rang the doorbell. A voice on the speaker asked who was there.
“UPS, ma’am. Got a delivery that needs a signature.”
Less than a minute later, the door unlocked and a woman stood there. Middle-aged, big, a typical overweight housewife. Ron quickly put a Glock 40 to her face.
“Quiet! Not a word!” He kept staring at her as he pushed his way in, shoving her back, holding the gun to her face still. She stood there, eyes wide open, mouth open, caught completely off guard. Kevin came in, put the box on the table and took out some duct tape. Quickly, he taped the woman’s hands behind her. As he was about to tape her mouth shut, he asked who else was in the house.
“Just… just.. just my daughter, Emily. Please, what do you want? Just leave….” He put the tape over her mouth. The two took the woman in back, into a living/family room. They pushed the woman down onto a sofa. “You stay here. Keep quiet. We’re just gonna take some things, then we’ll be gone.”
Kevin pulled a pillowcase from the box, started going through drawers in the downstairs rooms. Ron took a pillowcase and went upstairs. At the top of the stairs, he saw a room with a light on. He went over, slowly looked in. A girl sat at her desk, her back to him, with ear buds on. He carefully walked up behind her, then suddenly grabbed her; one hand around her face, the other around her waist. He yanked her up from her chair as she jumped, crying out. He pushed her face down on her bed, gripping one of her arms behind her back as he held her face down into the mattress and covers. He leaned down, close.
“Shut up! Shut the fuck up! You be still and don’t move. We’re here to rob the place. You behave, you and your momma won’t get hurt. You understand me?!” He shoved her face into the mattress more, twisting her arm. Again, she cried out.
“Yes, yes! Ok, I will….” She murmured. Ron looked around, grabbed a belt from her bathrobe nearby. He quickly tied her hands behind her, then yanked her up and put her on the floor. He went through her things, threw a few things into his pillowcase. Next, he dragged her into the hallway, dropped her on the floor, snarled at her not to move. He went from room to room, grabbing anything of value. Satisfied, he went over, forced the girl up and dragged her downstairs with his sack of goods.
Emily was beyond scared. Burglars! In her house! She lay on the carpet in her pajamas. She was 12 years old, about 5’ 1” tall, weighed about 110 pounds. Cute, with blonde hair, Emily was just starting to develop a bust. The black man went from room to room, then grabbed her up and forced her downstairs. Maybe they’d leave now, she hoped. She saw her mom sitting on the couch, taped up. Another black man stood there.
The two men spoke to each other. Emily stood nearby, the one man still holding her arm tight. She was starting to cry, looking to her mom for what to do. The second man said “Ok, let’s go then,” but the man holding her arm said “Hold on a minute.”
Ron yanked the girl around, grinning, looking her up and down. Just some kid. He said, “You know, as long as we’re here, I want to try something different. You ever done it with a little white girl before?”
The second man stopped, listening. He set his bag down with the box. “Actually, no. What you thinkin’? Should we let this one put on a show for us?”
Ron laughed, turned to the girl. As he held her close, reaching behind her to untie her hands, he spoke to her. “Listen up. You gonna do what I says, or I’m gonna hurt your momma real bad.” He grabbed her jaw and squeezed hard. “Understand?!”
Emily, crying now, shaking, said with eyes wide in terror, “Yes sir, yessir, ok….”
Ron stood back, grinning. He told Mark to check the kitchen for beer. He came back with two bottles. Mark dug through his bag; came out with a prescription bottle.
“Found these Viagra’s in the bathroom cabinet. Here, take some.” He handed the bottle to Ron after taking out three himself. He popped them in his mouth, washed them down with his beer. Ron did the same. Ron turned to the girl. “What’s your name?”
“Emily…” she whispered.
“How old are you, Emily?”
“Twel, twelve, sir….” She said quietly, voice shaking.
“Twelve, huh? Well, Emily. Come over here.” She slowly took a step closer. “Take off my clothes.”
Mark laughed, went to the kitchen, came back with a big kitchen knife. Emily was standing there, arguing that she couldn’t, she didn’t want to. Mark went over to her mom, then put a big cut in her arm with the knife. Blood began running down her arm. The girl screamed, begging him to stop. Mark turned to her, yelled angrily, “Then do what you’re told, girl!”
Not sure what to do, she looked around at the two men and her mom, hesitating in every movement. The man held the knife to her mom again. “No! Ok, ok….” Slowly, she turned to the first man, then slowly, she pulled the zipper of his jumpsuit down. She stopped at the wait, but he told her to keep going. She pulled the jumpsuit off his shoulders, down to the floor. He had on red boxer shorts, nothing else. She turned away, blushing, embarrassed. The man told her to take off his shorts.
Hesitantly, she slowly took two fingers and carefully took hold of the man’s gross shorts. Slowly, looking away, she pulled them down, till they went to the floor. She knelt there, shaking still, eyes closed. The other man spoke.
“Now me.”
Eyes slowly opening, pleading, she slowly stood up and moved to the second man, avoiding looking at the naked black man standing behind her. Her mom was having a fit, really struggling, but couldn’t get anywhere. Emily paused, watched her mom, then with trembling little hands she took hold of his jumpsuit zipper and undid it. Once down, she eased it off his shoulders. He was a big man, not only overweight but with big muscles too. The jumpsuit slid down to the floor. He had on black briefs. “Them too,” he snarled.
Slowly, she reached forward with one hand, two fingers, and took hold of the elastic waistband. It kept slipping, so she had to reach finger under it and get hold of it that way. It was so gross. He was like the first man; naked under the jumpsuit except for underwear. She eased the underwear down as the man stepped out of the jumpsuit. He kept saying, over and over,
“Keep them eyes open, little girl. Keep them open…”
She saw his enormous penis emerge from his underwear. Holy cow! She’d see some in books at school, and at the library, but never up close like this. This, this was huge. And it was dark brown, like his skin, with a big, tight ball sack under it. His hair was all black, more of it at the base of his Thing. This Thing was bigger than a banana by far, even the sausage at the meat market. Christ! It went on and on, then this big flared head at the end, slightly darker and blunt with a little hole in the end. She stared with eyes open in horror and amazement. She’d never seen anything like this, ever, and now she was in her PJ’s, kneeling in front of one. She got even more scared when she thought to herself maybe they wanted to have sex with her…
Ron was grinning. This was great! She was kneeling, staring at Mark’s big dick. Ron told her to stand up, turn around. Mark put a hand on her bottom. She jumped when he touched her. Ron snapped at her.
“Pay attention! Pay attention! (Slap!) Do what I says! Now, take off them fucking clothes, bitch.” He paused, grinning. “Real slow like.”
Emily stared at the man, holding her face where he’d just slapped her. He was holding his own penis with his other hand, rubbing it slowly. Emily stood there, still shaking, still scared to death. Slowly, slowly she reached to her waist and took hold of her top. She raised it up slowly, exposing herself as she did. She had nothing on underneath, and two just-starting tits were right there, with these big brown nipples, all hard and everything now. Her new breasts were pretty small, but so was she, and on her little girl body they looked bigger. Gave her more cleavage actually.
Mark stood behind her as her top came off. Nice. Fucking little white girl, every black nigger’s dream come true. He grinned, chuckling as she eased her pajama pants down. She had thin legs; lots of room between those thighs. She hesitated, turning towards him, pleading, saying “No, please, don’t make me, don’t….”
Instead, Mark just put the knife to her momma and cut her again. More blood began running down her arm. The girl cried out, crying like a little girl. Heck, she was a little girl. And he had a big, hard fucking dick. Slowly, she eased her underwear down, took them off. Nice ass, girl, he said. She had a cute, bald pussy too. Virgin for sure. He got an idea, went to the kitchen. He grabbed some olive oil, came back to the show. “This is for later,” he laughed at Ron.
Ron was loving this. The girl stood there, legs clenched together, arms wrapped around herself, turned sideways, trying to cover herself. He took a step forward, standing right next to her side.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
Slowly, the young girl put her long arms behind her. Her whole front was now exposed. Ron leaned down, took hold of her jaw, forced his tongue between those young girl lips of hers. She didn’t want to, but he pushed his fat tongue between her teeth and to her tongue, squirming his own all around inside her young mouth. She fought against him, but he paused and growled,
“Don’t move, girl, or momma gets cut again.”
Emily just stood there, shaking still. She gripped her hands behind her again like he had said to before. She just stopped resisting; she knew they’d cut her mom again if she tried. The man’s tongue went back to squirming around in her mouth; so gross! Meanwhile, his other hand was massaging her butt. He even touched her asshole with his finger, but she managed to move around enough to make it hard for him. God, this was so gross. So scary. He suddenly stopped, shoved her towards the second man standing on her left. He began doing the same thing, holding her jaw, putting his tongue in her mouth, while rubbing her soft, squishy butt. Every now and then, she’d feel one of their penis’s touch her body someplace. Oh God, oh God, she was going to be raped any second.
Instead, Emily was told to kneel down. The two men stood in front of her, holding their dicks to her face. They made her start licking one with her tongue, sliding the tip of her tongue along his huge shaft, from the very end all the way to the hair at the other end, then back again. First one mans’, then the other. Then again. And again. Sometimes they made her do the same to their tight, brown nut sacks. Scrotum? Or was that the part under that? This was so gross; she was trying to think of anything except what she was being forced to do right now. Their skin felt warm, icky, smelled gross. Every part of them was just so gross, and she had to put her tongue on it all. Then, one man made her put the end of his penis into her mouth; made her put her lips around it. He kept saying to open wider, wider. As she tried to, he kept pushing himself in more. Then he’d pull out and she’d have to do the same to the other man’s penis. Every time it made her gag. She choked a lot. Their penises were huge.
Ron finally said, “Ok, I’m going first, brother.” He grabbed the girl, pushed her down to the carpet in front of her mother. Mom was screaming into her tape, struggling to get free, but she was tied way too tight. Ron moved between the youngster’s legs, pushed her knees apart as she struggled to keep her legs together. Her little cunt hole was right there, easy to see. Little virgin white pussy! Man, he was gonna enjoy this. He pointed at the olive oil. Mark handed it to him. He put some in his hand, handed the bottle back. He rubbed it all over his cock as the girl struggled beneath him, trying to get away. Mark quickly got behind her, grabbed her arms, held them over her head as she lay there, legs spread wide, a huge, shining black cock just inches away from that little girl twat.
Ron pressed in to her. It slid around her pussy lips for a bit; her hole was really small. Finally, he was able to slowly get himself started into her. As he very slowly pushed into this youngster, she had started to scream but Mark had begun French kissing her to keep her quiet. Farther in he slid. One inch, then two, then maybe three. He paused. Man, she was tight! He pushed again. Half way now, then some more. She struggled a lot; he fought to hold her as Mark held her arms and smothered her screams. When he was about two thirds of the way in, about eight inches, he eased back some, then began to fuck the little girl. He started slamming into her harder and harder, faster and faster, really yelling at her as he did her.
“Yeah! Take it, bitch! Take it! UH! UH! Take it bitch! UH! You like it, don’t you, little girl?! You like that black meat, don’t you, girl?! Say it! Say it! UH! UH! UH! Take it, white girl!”
Emily lay there, her body being slammed back and forth, her arms held tightly over her head. One man was kissing her; the other man was raping her. He’d pushed into her; it’d hurt so bad! It felt like he was ripping her insides apart! He was just way, way too big for her! She was only twelve! She kept yelling this into the man’s mouth as he worked his tongue around in hers. Still, the man raping her was now slamming his thing deep into her, really far in. Her legs were spread as wide as she could, trying anything to ease the pain down there. She felt his nut sack slapping against her butt; the same nut sack she’d just been licking before. She could feel the head of his Thing; sliding back and forth inside her vagina, she didn’t feel pleasure. Only pain, throbbing pain as he brutally slammed himself back and forth, again and again.
Eventually, Emily felt the man shoot his sperm into her. Oh God, what if she got pregnant? Wait, she was too young for that maybe. He got up, the Oh Shit! The other man got on her, put his thing into her, and it all started again. Her body was slammed into, again and again. Her crotch and pussy were bruised and sore, but still that enormous black shaft thrust into her, over and over without ever stopping. She felt hands on her chest. Eventually, he came inside her too.
They got up but immediately made Emily get on her hands and knees. One man knelt in front of her; made her start licking his penis again, all covered with her blood and his cum. Right in front of her mom, too. She couldn’t stop sobbing. The other man was between her legs again. She felt him press his thing against her. Oh My God! Her butt! He pressed himself against her little asshole. She screamed as the man in front of her pressed her face to his ball sack. She felt it suddenly pop inside of her. Her ass was stretched more than it ever had before! Oh man, it hurt! It hurts so much! She sobbed this as the man in front forced his cock between her lips. Emily felt the cock in her butt going in farther and farther. There’s wasn’t much sensation inside, like there had been in her vagina. But her asshole was screaming in pain! He started to pound into her ass again and again, gripping her hips as he did. She struggled some, but couldn’t do much with a huge cock in her ass and another in her mouth. She was just trying to breathe…
After he finished raping her butt, the two men switched places and, despite her frantic please for them to leave her alone, they raped the twelve-year-old again. She could feel his pubic hair pressing into her butt cheeks; he was in her so far! Hands began feeling up her just-starting boobs. Her nipples, sensitive as they now were, were repeatedly squeezed and pinched really hard. The worst part was when both men came in her at the same time. One filled her butt with more cum, while the other shot his down into her throat.
The two men stopped and began to tape her up. They taped her up good, then got dressed, grabbed their stuff and were gone. The house was quiet. Emily and her mom lay there until the next day when the mailman came and Emily managed to get his attention. Ron and Mark? Back in the hood, planning their next hit.