Mark Stever had graduated from county lock-ups to the State Folsom Prison. His life of petty crimes had finally landed him a stretch of six years in the state penitentiary. He got along well enough. Kept to himself, just stayed with other blacks. He wasn’t the brightest person. He’d dropped out of junior high, and his slightly disturbed brain never had a chance to properly develop.
Mark knew Tyrone and Randy, the two big weight lifters that were always in and out of Folsom. No newbies, they usually got their old cell when they came back, and the same respect as before. Mark looked up to them. They knew how to live. They came back inside after only two months, started talking about the shit they’d done on the outside. This time it had been for breaking parole, that was the official charge. What the police didn’t know about were the five teenage girls they’d raped, include two that were 13 and 14 years old. The robberies, the stolen cars, it was the rich life for two months. Mark was convinced. When it was his turn to get out, he would do what they did. He talked to them often; asking how they did this, or how to do that. He learned all about surprise and speed. He learned tidbits here and there about how to keep girls quiet, how to make them obey you. His biggest interest was how. Malls, huh? It was counter-intuitive of him to go anywhere near expensive malls, but they said it was where the best pussy was. “You just have to be patient,” Tyrone had said once.
The day finally came and Mark was released. Mark had a plan. He took the bus to town, stole an old car, went right to the mall. He’d been waiting for over a year now with this plan, just waiting to put it into action. He sat low in the seat, watching cars come and go. His plan was to watch two women come in with an SUV. He’d hide in the back and ride silently with them back to their home. Once parked in the garage, he’d wait until they went inside before getting out. Then he’d go inside, have his own party.
Mark’s problem was that everybody here was driving an SUV! He’d never seen so many Mercedes, BMW’s and Cadillac’s in one place. He started watching the people inside the cars more as they drove in. Finally, one caught his eye. A BMW 5-Series black sedan. A middle-aged woman was driving, a teenage girl beside her, possibly her daughter. He slowly followed them into the garage.
They parked on the third floor. As he drove by, he saw the two get out. Oh, shit yeah! He didn’t get much of a look at the momma, but the girl was a smokin’ hot babe. Maybe sixteen. He drove down a way, parked, slowly walked toward their car. He watched as the two went in the Dillard’s entrance. Once they were inside, he went over and worked the trunk lid. He knew from past lessons how to open a trunk without setting off the alarm. The trunk popped open. He climbed inside the empty space, closed the trunk lid. Now to wait. Twelve hours ago, he’d been in Folsom. Now he was in a trunk with a roll of duct tape he’d had. He dug around a bit, pulled out the spare tire wrench. It would do fine. He hoped he was the same size as the man at home. He needed new clothes. He didn’t want to wear these prison clothes another minute. He took his shirt off.
After about 45 minutes, he heard footsteps outside. The car beeped, the doors opened and the two people got in. The driver started the engine, backed up, and drove off. Mark felt the small baggie in his pocket. He’d bought four Viagra’s the day before he got out. He reviewed his plan. Surprise and speed, just like Tyrone and Randy had preached. After about ten minutes, he felt them pull into a driveway. He heard a garage door closing as the two people got out talking. The big door closed and stopped. The people went inside. A door closed; then silence. Mark worked the trunk, got it open and got out. He moved slowly towards the door to the house. Once there, he slowly turned the handle, slowly eased it open after the automatic garage light went out. He’d noticed a big Chevy Yukon in the garage, too. Looked brand new.
Mark eased the door open. Some little dog ran around the corner, tail wagging. He held the door open, waved at the dog to come closer. When he could, he snatched the small dog up and tossed him onto the slippery garage floor, then quietly closed the door. He turned back. A kitchen was around the corner. By looking at a window in the next room, he could see the kitchen in the reflection. A woman was putting away groceries. He waited, heard and saw no one else. Then he heard someone run upstairs. Probably the girl. When the woman had her back to him, bending down to put something away under the counter, he came around the corner and moved up quickly behind her. Just as she started to stand up, Mark raised the tire iron and slammed it down across the back of her head. She let out a big “UH!” and went right back down, onto her knees. She fell over to the right, against another cabinet, either knocked out or very out of it. He quickly took the duct tape he’d brought and started to wrap it around the woman’s wrists. Next, he taped her ankles, then her mouth.
He paused. OK, this one is secure. Who else is here? At least one other he knew of. He heard a noise in the basement. A power saw turned on, then off. So, dear old dad is down working in the basement. He went to the basement door, slowly moved down the stairs. He saw a man standing over a work bench, with goggles and ear protection on, studying something on the bench. He moved slowly forward, then quickly hit the man over the head as hard as he could. The man let out a grunt and fell forward onto the bench. Mark dragged the man to a foundation pole; taped his hands behind him around the pole. He taped his feet and his mouth, then went back upstairs.
Mark walked down the hall, checking the different rooms. At the stairs, he started up slowly. He saw a door open, a light inside. As he got nearer, he could hear movement inside. He remembered what he’d learned inside the Walls; Surprise and speed. Don’t wait. You never know when you might be back inside, so get as much as you can, as quick as you can. He grinned, remembering his basic plan. Suddenly, he heard a new noise down the hall.
Stacey Marie Wilcox was just eleven years old. She sat in her room, working on her science project. As she focused on it, she never noticed the door behind her easing open. Suddenly, somebody grabbed her; pushed her down to the floor. A man’s voice, close and angry, said “Quiet. Not a word.” She lay there face down, looking back, scared to death now. It was a black man, with no shirt and orange pants. She managed to squeak out a “Who are you?’ and “What do you want?” The man ignored her. She felt him wrapping tape around her wrists behind her back. Next, he put a big piece over her mouth. She panicked now; hardly able to breathe, her nose all stuffed up from starting to cry. The man roughly yanked her to her feet, shoved her to the door and out into the hallway.
Stacey stood about 4’ 11”, weighed maybe 90 pounds. She was pretty average looking for her age; long, brown hair, no chest development yet. A tiny, tight butt and skinny legs. Stacey went with the man to her older sister’s room. Kelly will fix this.
Kelly Marie Wilcox stood in her bedroom, looking at her new clothes, trying to decide what to wear to school tomorrow. Kelly was sixteen years old, about 5’ 1” tall, weighed about 109 pounds. She had medium-length blonde hair, a nice blonde bush and some really, really nice breasts. Kelly knew very well what her assets were, and she used them to advantage often. In her sophomore class, she was one of the few girls with bigger breasts. She could show some cleavage and get any boy to look. Even grown-ups, male teachers, even men at the stores looked at them. Other girls just wish they had her breasts.
Kelly could have any man she wanted, but being just sixteen limited her to her fellow sophomore geeks and a few older boys. When she was fifteen, she’d given a basketball player on the junior varsity a blow job once. Her next boyfriend was a varsity football player. She’d given him a blowjob once too. The very next date, he’d taken her virginity. Then he’d gone out with someone else and the relationship ended.
Now Kelly was looking at her new blouse when she noticed her sister coming in. She turned and saw Stacey, taped up, being pushed in by a big, black man. The man shoved Stacey roughly forward, then quickly turned and grabbed her own arm. Just as she started to let out a scream or a cry, the man violently punched her right in her stomach. Twice he hit her; she let out a big lung-full of air all at once, then struggled against a cramping abdomen to take a breath again. As she did, the man grabbed up Stacey and then made both of them go out into the hall, then down the stairs.
Mark was really proud of himself. So far, things had gone well enough. He normally did break-ins and things, nothing to do with people. This was new. Not only was he dealing with white people, he was planning on raping one, too. He was gonna have a party he’d never forget and could brag to the others about, back at Folsom. White pussy rape was always a hot topic there. He made both girls move to the stairs, then down to the first floor. He forced them to the living room, made them sit on the couch. As he watched them, telling them not to move, he went into the kitchen. The woman there was just coming around. He grabbed her up, dragged her to the same living room. As the girls cried out for their mother, he propped her up in a chair, then wrapped some tape around her so she couldn’t get up. She wasn’t too bad looking, either. He stood next to her, put a finger in her top and pulled it out to look inside. She tried to pull away, but he got a good look at those big titties of hers. Big ones.
Mark turned to the two girls. He grabbed Stacey, pulled her to another chair, made her sit and then taped her there. He said to her, “You sit here, watch the show. Maybe learn sumthin’.” He grinned. He put a finger to her top, looked inside. Nothing yet. Oh well; that can be sexy too.
He turned to the older daughter. She looked maybe fifteen or sixteen. He made her stand up, stand in front of her mom and sister. She was crying, kept asking what did he want, to please just let them go. He ignored her. As she stood there with her back to her mom Mark took ahold of her blouse with both hands and roughly tore it wide open, make the four buttons pop off and fly away. She had on this bra, and some big fucking tits. Smaller than her mom’s, but oh so nice for such a little teen girl. With great force, he pulled the shirt off of her. Next, he grabbed her slacks and pulled them down too. After he pulled them off her legs, taking her shoes off with it, he slowly moved back up, his hand slowly sliding up the inside of her leg. He rubbed her inner thigh some, then took her panties and pulled them roughly off of the terrified teen. He pushed his face into her small, blonde bush, taking a deep breath. The girl stood there, shaking, pleading quietly for him to stop this. He stood up, reached behind her, unhooked her bra and took it off. He grabbed a tit, squeezed it tightly as he forced her to turn sideways. He spoke to the woman.
“Yo, lady, watch what my black cock does to your little white daughter. You just sit there and watch.” He pushed her to Stacey’s chair. “Bend over, bitch,” he growled, grabbing her hair and making her bend over. “You put your fucking tits in your sister’s face and rub them around. Do it, do it or I’ll start fucking her up.”
Kelly, crying and trembling bad, bent over in front of Stacy. She did as he said, not wanting him to hit Stacey, too. She got her boobs close to her face. The man said to use her hands, push them into her face; rub them around. Slowly, reluctantly, she put her hands under her boobs, pushing them out a little, then moved forward an inch until they touched her sister. The man kept yelling at her; telling her to move them around, rub them on Stacey’s face. She did, slowly. She hated that it made her nipples all hard and erect.
Kelly noticed the man behind her had taken off his pants, then his boxers. Oh my God, he was huge! His penis was enormous. As she rubbed her boobs in her sister’s face, she pleaded with the man to leave her alone. He stepped up, forced his way between her thin legs, as she said, “No! Don’t! Don’t! No! No! No!” He grabbed her hair tight again. He told her to press her tit to her sister’s mouth. So long as he wasn’t trying to have sex with her, she did what he said. She leaned forward a little, put her nipple right near Stacey’s lips.
Mark was loving this! He reached around, grabbed the tape on the younger girl’s mouth and ripped it off. She immediately began breathing rapid, deep breaths. He told her to suck on her sister’s tit. “Suck on it, girl! Suck on your sister’s nipple! Go on, suck on it!” He gripped Kelly’s hair tighter; she cried out.
Stacey at first started crying, “Leave us alone! Leave us alone!”, but when he started hurting Kelly, Stacey began to open her mouth and then put her lips on Kelly’s nipple. She closed her eyes, trying not to think about it. As she did, she noticed Kelly was now moving back and forth, her breast pushing against her face again and again. Stacey opened her eyes a little. She saw the man standing behind Kelly, having sex with Kelly, raping her from behind. The man yelled at Stacey, told her to keep sucking. “Suck harder, bitch! Suck on it!”
Kelly stood there, legs apart, bent over her sister while the man tried to make Stacey suck on her boob. Kelly kept crying out, “Stop it! Stop it! She’s only eleven! Stop it!” Then, she felt him move close behind her, like that football player had. She froze as she realized what was about to happen. She felt his penis touching her pussy lips. They tingled when he did. She felt him pressing against her, she involuntarily moved her thighs apart more as the man’s huge, brown dick pushed slowly into her. Uuuuhh! She grunted from the pain, it still hurt some but not as much as the first time. He was inside her vagina now, and still pushing in. Slowly, his dick slid into her. She squeezed on it, trying to keep him out. Oh God! Oh God, his dick was so damn big! She gripped the chair with her hands as he pushed into her, more and more. She finally felt his crotch hair against her bottom when he’d just about gone as far as possible. God, this hurt! He was way bigger, way longer than that football player. He eased back, then started to rape her. She could feel the head of his cock, that big flared head sliding back and forth in her pussy. It was both painful and passionate. She wanted him to stop, but part of her wanted him to go faster for a long, long time. She returned to reality, breathing very hard in synch with his thrusts into her. Stacey was still lightly sucking on her nipple, so erect and hard now. Her motion made her breast bounce into Stacey’s face again and again. Sobbing, she looked at her mom, in the other chair, watching. She was mad as heck, screaming into the tape, as she watched her daughter getting raped by this black man.
Mark pounded Kelly long and hard. Sometimes he’d slow down some, wanting not to cum too soon. He went on for a very long time this way, watching the younger girl sucking on this teen’s tit. After he shot his load into her, he paused, breathing hard, though not as hard as the girl was. He grabbed up the girl he’d just fucked, pushed her to the basement door. The man was screaming mad when he saw his daughter come down the stairway nude with this naked black guy. His angry words were muffled by the duct tape. Mark pushed the girl over to her father. “Get on your knees, girl!” he yelled, pushing her down. She did, beside her father, clutching him for protection. Mark went over, picked up an electric drill. It had a wire brush on it. He stood by the two, then spoke to Kelly.
“OK you, give your daddy a blowjob. Go on, suck his dick, little girl, or I’ll started using this on him!” He squeezed the trigger, put the spinning brush to his leg. It ripped at the man’s skin; he cried out. The girl screamed for him to stop.
“Then get down there and suck his dick, bitch! Do it!” He put the wire wheel to his leg again. Blood was starting to show.
Kelly said, “Ok! Ok! Ok! Don’t you hurt my daddy!” She stared at the black man; he stared back. He triggered the drill a couple of times. Slowly, Kelly turned to her father. “I’m sorry Dad,” she said as she started to undo his pants. She slid the zipper down, opened his pants up. She pulled his underwear down; she could just see the base of dad’s penis. She snarled at the man, “You’re a real asshole, you know that?”
With trembling hand, she reached in, took ahold of her father’s penis and pulled it out of his shorts. It was small now. She slowly, pausing, put her head down and her mouth over her father’s junk. She started to do what she’d done with that basketball player. She sucked on it a little, mostly sliding her mouth and tongue up and down his shaft. It took a while, but soon she felt his dick begin to move, getting harder and longer.
The man suddenly pulled Kelly’s head up, pushing it to his crotch. She knew what he wanted. Better him than her father. She opened up, took his big, brown dick in her mouth. She started doing the same thing again. Up and down his warm, wet shaft. Lots of tongue movement, like she was trying to finish a popsicle as fast as she could. She just kept thinking, “Make him cum, maybe he’ll leave…”
Mr. Wilcox watched as his daughter had to give head to this monster. Then he pushed her back onto him. Kelly began to give him head again. She seemed to know how; probably this asshole had shown her. He tried not to get excited, but Kelly’s wet, warm mouth and her nude body made it almost impossible not to. Soon he was hard for sure. Then she had to return to the other man; more oral. Then back to him. The man kept taunting them.
“I ain’t cumming ‘till you cum first, old man! I can do this all night. I know sweet cheeks here can! Can’t you, girl! Oh wait; she’s got your dick in her mouth! Faster, girl! Suck your father faster, bitch!”
Eventually, Mr. Wilcox did cum. Then Mark face-fucked her hard and deep, then he came in her, too. When he’d finished, he stepped over and picked up some duct tape from the shelf. He made the girl sit on her father’s lap, her pussy on top of his dick. He taped her hands in such a way that she ended up with her father’s face buried in her young but ample cleavage. Mark left the two alone.
Mark went upstairs. He went to his pants, took out the last Viagra and swallowed it. He walked over to the mother. He ripped her shirt open, exposing her big breasts. He took a steak knife and cut her bra, pulling the shirt again to expose her chest completely. He held the steak knife to her face, yelled at her.
“You suck my dick, or I’ll start carving up that little girl of yours over there.”
Mark tore the tape from her mouth. She started making threats and yelling at him, but he just gripped her hair, put the knife to her face and told her to get going. “I’ll cut your little girl! Don’t make me!”
The woman leaned over and opened her mouth. She put it over his dick; he moved a little closer, getting right in her face. “Lick it! Lick it! Up and down, that’s it, all the way, up and down. Lick it, lady, lick it. French kiss the end now. That’s it, go on, suck on that head, bitch! Now lick me again! Lick me again! Don’t forget my balls, bitch!”
Mark worked the lady’s mouth on himself until he was good and hard. He’d need to be if he was going to rape that little girl. He stopped, asked the woman, “How old is she?” The woman gasped, eleven. “Oh right, I think her sister told me that. Eleven huh? Watch this.”
Stacey watched her mom doing nasty things to this man’s penis. It was horrible to watch. She looked away until she heard him moving to her. His penis was huge. It was really long and really big. She stared, wide eyed as he moved up to her. He took the tape off, pulled her from the chair. He shoved her down onto the floor. There, he started tearing at her clothes. The tape came off her hands and she tried to stop him from pulling her clothes off, but he was way too big and in moments her shirt was going over her head. He next grabbed her shorts, pulled them roughly down without even opening them. Then he ripped her panties off. She was always fighting, trying to stop him, but he’d hit her sometimes. Suddenly she was completely nude under this man. He sat on her, looking at her body, grinning. He leaned forward, holding his penis with his hand, then rubbed it all over her chest. He put the steak knife to her face, said angrily, “Spread your fucking legs apart.”
Stacey wasn’t sure what he was doing. He’d made her mom do things with her mouth. She knew what her vagina was, just didn’t know hardly anything about this sex thing. Now she spread her legs, wondering why he wanted her to do that. He gripped his penis, and as she watched he pushed it against her vagina down there. Wait! What?! He wiggled it around the opening, touched her butt hole once, then tried to get into her vagina hole. He started pressing himself against her as she struggled, but he was big and heavy and just kept pressing. Suddenly, she felt his thing start to move into her. AAAHH!! Oh my God, this really, really hurts!
“Stop! Stop! It hurts! It hurts so much! Stop, please stop!!” she cried. But he didn’t. He kept pushing, and slowly, she felt her insides spreading wide for his thing. It hurt so, so much! He got several inches into her, then she felt him starting to push in and out. Back and forth he went, his thing sliding inside her vagina. The pain was always there. Her vagina got wet; it made his penis move a little easier. Still, he began to violently have sex with her. He slammed himself into her again and again. She gripped the carpet, kept her legs spread as wide as she could. She couldn’t believe it when she felt his pubic hair touching her pussy. Oh God, was that giant thing actually all they way inside her now? Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, he raped her brutally, again and again.
When he’d finished, he dragged her downstairs. He undid Kelly, then taped Stacey to her father, with her face by his still exposed penis. He put Kelly on the floor next to them, on the cold concrete. He got on her, began to rape her too.
It hurt some at first, then she got really embarrassed when she started having a sensuous reaction to it. She hated this, yet she felt her body push back towards him when he thrust in. She was scared shitless, but her darn pussy wanted more. His black pubic hair kept pressing against her; his ball sack slapped her butt cheeks. Her pussy lips were very excited as they slid along this huge, wet penis. Oh God. As he roughly pounded into her again and again, she felt like such a young girl. She may be old enough for this, but she was only sixteen; she didn’t want to be raped or anything! She kept pleading with him to stop as he rocked her back and forth, her breasts pressed against his chest. He kept talking trash to her father, saying how he should watch as he fucked his daughter. He even said he’d had sex with Stacey! The bastard! Kelly was really mad when he said that. She was going to just lay there, give him no satisfaction. Instead, he turned over; now she was on top.
Mark made Kelly sit up; made her put his cock into her little pussy again while he made the other two watch. He held the knife to her throat. Told her to fuck him. Slowly, the girl started to move her hips. Her tight, hairy pussy felt good, but she needed to go faster. He told her to bounce up and down more; move herself more. Faster, bitch! Faster! He held the knife to her throat as she obeyed him. He felt her pussy gripping him when she moved up. She started going up and down as fast as she could. He moved the knife from her throat, saying, “That’s it. Fuck me little girl, fuck me.” He began to play with those amazing tits of hers. Her body moved up and down as her rubbed and squeezed those two soft melons, pinched those hard nipples. He told her to go faster, faster; or he’d make her suck her daddy’s cock again. She really started to ride him then. That little cunt of hers slid up and down his shaft with fast, long strokes. He let this go on for a long time, until finally he couldn’t hold it anymore and filled her young cunt with his cum.
Mark taped her up, went upstairs. He checked the man’s closet, grabbed some clothes. He went down to the kitchen, found the keys to the BMW and left. He’d be two hours away and in another state by the time any of the Wilcox’s got free.