Wayne Schitts and Marcus Jackson were two men who could best be described as typical hardened criminals. Both men had been in trouble with the law most of their lives. Now in their late forties, both men were due for release within a few days of each other. They’d been cell mates for eight years. They weren’t into that jailhouse sex crap; they preferred girls. Young teens. As their release day approached, they both discussed at length how to satisfy their eight years of sexual fantasies. They had one other thing in common: They were both dumb as a post.
Wayne’s day came and he left, with no clue how to solve the raging lust issue. He went to a halfway house the prison had recommended. He checked in. Two days later, big, black Marcus walked in.
They both got jobs at the warehouse down the street, eventually split the rent on a run-down apartment. One night, they stood out back around ten o’clock, smoking a joint. It was a cool, fall evening, with a noisy wind blowing strong. Smoking pot was so much easier now that it was legal. They heard footsteps approaching; someone walking down the alleyway behind the houses. Wayne put out the joint, as it was about done anyway. They both looked from the shadows towards the streetlight. A figure appeared; a girl walking down the alley.
He didn’t know why, but Wayne suddenly knelt down; moved sideways towards the bushes by the alley. There was a small, open gate at one spot. Marcus saw Wayne bend down, got down low too. He froze, watching the girl, waiting to see what Wayne would do.
15-year-old Anna Beth Walther walked down the alley to her home. She lived in a small house at the end with her grandmother now. She used to live with her mother until last week when her mom was sent away to jail for 90 days. Anna was a freshman at Lancaster High, and staying at grandma’s house made her walk quite a bit farther.
Tonight, she’d been late leaving school, trying out for band. She wore her regular school clothes; a short blue skirt, a white blouse with a blue sweater. She had on her light jacket, but she’d need her winter coat soon. She hunched closely with her book bag as she hurried down the dark alley. She walked past the only streetlight, then a big tree on her left, through its big shadow. She didn’t even notice the small gate in the bushes, nor did she see the man leap out behind her.
Marcus was totally winging it. As this girl (…was it? Better be!) came by, he saw a skirt. He jumped behind her and grabbed her, doing two things. He wrapped one arm around her face, covering her mouth with his bicep. He learned that in prison a long time ago. With his other hand, he grabbed her around her upper thighs. She wasn’t very big; he lifted her with little effort, thanks to the iron gym at prison. With a firm wrap around her thighs, she could hardly kick her legs at all. With his arm around her head, she would use her arms to try and breathe. He had a pretty good idea she wasn’t going to be able to remove it. He held her close; she smelled like a young girl. He quickly backed through the gate, taking her with him. Marcus ran across the lawn to the back door, the one that went down to the cellar. He opened it, watched as Marcus pulled this young girl inside. He followed, closing the door behind him.
Inside, Anna struggled against the man. She could hardly move; she couldn’t scream, much less breathe. She fought with her hands for air; managed to just get in a few breaths. Who was this guy? What was going on? Why was he pulling her into some yard? He dragged her through a door into a dark room. She heard the door close, then a light bulb came on overhead. The man holding her turned toward another man.
“Do it, man! Do it!” the man holding her yelled. A black man stood there. He hesitated, then suddenly punched her hard, right in her gut. She buckled, cramping hard from the pain of his fist. Suddenly the man let go of her head. She gasped for air; every breath was a struggle now. The black man grabbed her face by her jaw with his big hand. He squeezed her hard, forced her to face him.
“Listen up, girl! You keep quiet, do what you’re told. You hear me?!”
The older white man added, “Yeah, or fight us, and we’ll take all fucking night!” They both laughed.
Anna looked at them. The white man had tattoos on his neck and arms. He was old, like forty something, but big, lots of muscle.
The other man was black, very dark. He had short hair in braids. He looked old too. He was almost as tall as the white guy, but fatter. They were both sweating, smelled like reefer, looked filthy. She was truly terrified now. She started whimpering as she knelt to the floor.
“Please, what do you want? Who are you? Please. Just, just let me go, please….” She pulled herself in close, trying to keep away from the two as they stood only inches away.
Wayne grabbed her throat, gripping her tightly. She grabbed his hand, hardly able to breathe. He forced her up to a standing position. Then, he slapped her very hard across her face with his other hand. Once, then again. She cringed from the pain; trying to turn away, her face held firmly in place by his hand around her warm, soft neck. Next, Wayne reached down, grabbing her jacket, forcing it off her shoulders. He yanked it down hard, pulled it off of her. He dropped her to her feet; released her neck but immediately with both hands he grabbed her sweater, pulling it violently up, eventually off of her as she struggled to keep it. She cried out once. Wayne paused, jabbed her ribs hard, then went back to pulling the sweater from her arms. She hardly made a sound after that. Then the real strip began.
Marcus watched as Wayne went at the girl in the dimly lit cellar. They’d say later that the cellar was never locked. Anyone could go in there. They’d been asleep upstairs in their apartment the whole time. Perfect alibi. Marcus watched Wayne jab the girl, then pulled the sweater from her. He grabbed her blouse, ripped it open, tearing all the buttons. He quickly pushed it over her shoulders, yanked it brutally down her arms. Still the girl struggled to keep her clothes on. She looked to be in her early teens, young. A few extra pounds, but a cutie for sure. Long, brown hair. Very cute face. With her blouse off, her bra was visible and she had tits alright; nice ones too. Her stomach was a little pudgy but soft, and very, very tense at the moment.
No sooner had the man pulled her blouse off than he started in on her skirt. She kept saying, “No! No! No! Don’t! No!” but he never stopped, not once. She didn’t dare talk louder; he might hit her again. Her face still stung from the repeated slaps. He didn’t bother undoing the clip or anything; he just grabbed her waistband and pulled it down. He almost made her panties go down too; then he grabbed them too, and pulled both to the floor. Oh my God, she was standing there, completely naked except for her bra, in front of two ugly old men in a dark cellar. She tried to cover herself as best she could, turning sideways, eyes crying endlessly, body shaking, trembling. Maybe they were done now. The man finally grabbed her bra, just pulled it up and off of her, mashing her boobs into her chest as it went over them. Now she was naked; one arm across her chest; the other trying cover her bush. She was fifteen; had a nice little bush starting there. Her butt was way too big she thought. These two men thought it was fucking hot, or so they kept saying. They never stopped talking filthy to her.
Once she was nude, Wayne quickly took off his pants. He pushed her back to a pallet of cans stacked waist high. He forced her on top, pushing her young legs apart as he did. Marcus got on the other side; grabbed her wrists and held them. This girl looked to be maybe sixteen or seventeen. A very young look, but a very hot fucking body. Big fucking nipples on her tits; wide hips; nice soft ass. Such a cute face, and the dim light above only made her look even sexier. His dick was rock-fucking hard in seconds. He grabbed it, moved right up to her. He paused, grabbed a bottle from the shelf. Olive oil. He opened it; poured some on his raging cock, rubbed it all over. He put the bottle back and turned back to the girl, rubbing his raging cock.
“Let’s see if she likes Italian,” Wayne laughed at Marcus. Marcus laughed back.
She kept struggling, even more now that he was threatening to rape her. He held her face, then slammed a punch hard into her jaw. Anna would later lose two teeth from that punch. Wayne punched her again, right in her left breast. She gasped, mouth open to scream but unable to, pleading a garbled cry to stop. Wayne put his dick to her little baby cunt. He found it in the darkness down there, but with the olive oil he went into her fairly easily. She quickly cried out, he slammed his hand across her mouth, then pushed his cock into her with his other hand as her luscious thighs thrashed about. Her cunt lips slowly spread apart. He kept pushing slowly. Her hole slowly spread open, very tight. She was in a lot of pain in looked like. She was crying even more now, crying out into his hand. He noticed she didn’t have a hymen; at least, he didn’t think so. So, the little bitch isn’t a virgin. From her looks, he guessed her father or uncle. He pushed a good halfway into her, stopped, backed out a little, then slammed himself hard into her. Her whole body jerked when he did, his dick now easily three quarters of the way into her tight, tight little girl pussy. He started to rape the youngster; working his hips back and forth; his rock-hard, long dick going deep into that little pussy of hers. He felt his pubic hair pressing against hers; he was all the way into her. He knew now she was young; she really screamed into his hand when he hit the limit of her vagina; his dick head slamming into the end. She was a little girl alright. Still, he kept at her savagely. Again and again, he raped her hairy cunt but good. He started pushing his tongue into her mouth while grabbing some tit. Hers weren’t very big, but big enough to grab. Her whole body rocked back and forth violently as he slammed into her again and again.
Anna endured his rape. She clenched her eyes tightly closed, breathing very fast and hard as he slammed his thing into her over and over again. His mouth was on hers now; he kept trying to push his tongue into her. His hands roamed all over her young breasts; her nipples were more erect than she’d ever felt them before. They were very sensitive, but then her whole body ached from the repeated punches and now his brutal rape. Her pussy lips were spread way too much; they hurt like crazy. Her whole insides felt like she was getting ripped apart. She lay there on this stack of cans wrapped in plastic; her body being savagely attacked. Finally, she felt him pulsating and then he pulled out. To her horror, the black man moved in, began to rape her too. He seemed even bigger; he was definitely just as rough. His thrusts were deep, hard, fast. She could feel his balls, like the last man, slapping against her butt as he did her. It was all so gross, so painful. He too attacked her mouth, forcing his tongue deep into her own mouth. He also grabbed her breasts, twisted her nipples sometimes painfully. He was way bigger now; and way faster than even the first man. He brutally raped her, as she just lay there, her legs spread wide apart and unmoving, her arms held up over her head.
Finally, Marcus shot a big load of cum into her little cunt. Wayne jumped back in. He still had a big ol’ hard-on. He roughly turned her over, then Marcus grabbed her wrists again and watched as Wayne began to sodomize the little bitch. Marcus grabbed her panties, shoved them into her young girl mouth as she screamed when his big cock pushed deep into her tight, virgin butthole. Marcus watched with fascination as her ass cheeks were slammed back and forth by Wayne’s repeated thrusts deep into that cute ass of hers.
For Anna, the ass rape more painful than the other sex, but at least she didn’t have him kissing her or molesting her chest. The painful rape of her ass went on for a very long time. She sobbed constantly, choking on the gag often. When the man did cum in her, the black man raped her in her butt, too. He wasn’t as bad; though he seemed larger, she was so numb back there now she could hardly feel anything.
He came in her, pulled out. They grabbed her clothes and dragged her quickly from the cellar, out into the yard in threw her into the alley. She grabbed up her clothes, until Wayne said loudly, “Let’s fuck her again!” Anna ran off down the alley. The two lit another joint, then went inside.
Later, police arrived. They knew the two ex-cons well. As soon as the young girl mentioned a black man and a white man in the house next door, they knew just who had done this. They went next door, up to Wayne and Marcus’s apartment. They didn’t care about their story about having been there all evening asleep. Handcuffed, hauled away. DNA testing put them right back in the same prison. They even gave them their old cell back.