Kathy and her new husband Mark Wilson were on a camping trip with Kathy’s daughter Holly in Mark’s new RV. It was late fall and Mark wanted to spend some quality time with his new family, a bonding trip out in the woods. His RV was a good-sized one; he’d spent a little more to get something really nice.
Holly was twelve, Kathy’s daughter from her first marriage. Holly was about 5’ 3” tall, weighed 128 pounds. Like most girls that had just turned twelve, Holly still had no pubic hair, though her ‘lady areas’ down there were now much more sensitive to touch. She had some boobs, but not much. Her dark blonde hair came down just below her shoulders. She had hazel-blue eyes and a very cute face. Lately, her looks were her primary interests. She was also super-shy. When they would stop at places like Flying J for gas, she always stayed by her mom or Mark, never spoke to anyone, always talking quietly. She normally dressed pretty conservatively, too. Today, at the new campsite out here in the woods, she was wearing her shorts and a t-shirt over her bikini swimsuit.
Mark was getting the BBQ set up while Kathy got things unpacked. Holly looked around some, not going far. She was standing by the back of the RV looking out at the lake when she heard a footstep behind her. She turned just as a hand grabbed her face, covering her mouth as this arm wrapped around her. She jumped, screamed, but only a muffled sound came out. He was strong, another hand wrapping around her waist, half lifting her up so she couldn’t run. Holding her was this old man; with a gray scraggily beard and long, unkempt hair. He was filthy, wearing old, dirty clothes. She was trying to get away from him, but he held this great big revolver up to her face; pulled the hammer back. She froze, eyes wide, staring right down the barrel of that big gun. She could even see the other bullets around it. Still, she struggled some.
The man suddenly shoved her forward, making her stumble around the corner to where her parents were. Her step-dad and her mom turned and froze, as Holly was pushed towards them, the man still holding her, still holding a gun to her temple now. He started yelling at her parents.
“Don’t you move! Don’t you move, or I’ll blow her brains out, I swear I will! Don’t you move! You, get down on your knees now, or I’ll blow her brains out, I swear!” His old man voice trembled as he shouted out his orders. He was all worked up, obviously nervous, holding a big .45 revolver to their daughter’s head, his handing shaking in a way that made Holly think the gun would go off for sure. Both parents began slowly getting down to their knees while trying to calm the man, trying to talk him into letting go of Holly.
Ken was a homeless old man, living off the land for many years. When he wasn’t in prison, he was out in the woods. He had a little campsite set up near this lake. As he smoked a cigarette by his little campfire, he noticed a big RV pull up on the other side. He reached down, lifted up his stolen binoculars. He saw three people: A man, a woman, a girl. His eyes perked up. A girl? He’d been jerking off to satisfy himself lately. He only had one old page from a Target store ad for young girl’s clothing for inspiration. He was so fucking horny at the moment, he’d been thinking of jerking off again, when this RV had suddenly pulled in. He studied it for a while through the binoculars, especially the young girl. Ten maybe? Eleven or twelve? Hard to tell. The girl looked doable alright. He checked his possessions: Among the few things he had, he had a stolen 45. cal revolver and a bag full of tie-wraps. Tie-wraps were quite useful when you lived off the land. He thought about it for a little while, watching the girl walking around. Fuck it. His balls were aching and he had the gun. He could do her, then go off someplace else to camp. No problem, he’d been moving campsites for years. This was his first move at actually forcing a girl to have sex. He’d fantasized about it often, sometimes too much. Now, his fantasies were about to come true. Holy shit, why the fuck not? He picked up the pistol and some of the tie-wraps.
Ken snuck around through the woods to the other side; slowly crept up near the trailer. The girl stood by the back, looking at the lake. He carefully stepped up, gun in hand. A twig snapped; she started to turn. He wrapped his arm quickly around her young head, clamping his hand over her mouth. He put the barrel of the gun up to her eye so she could see it, pressed it against her, telling her “Shhhh! Shhh!” She fought a lot at first, but the gun pressed to her eye made her stop, pause, breathing hard, unsure what to do. Oh yeah, this was gonna be fun.
Ken pushed her around the corner, the gun now pressed to her temple. The two adults stopped what they were doing and stared. Before they could do something, he started yelling at them; threaten to kill the girl if they didn’t do what he said. He acted all big and bad; scaring people was a good way to keep them submissive. They both knelt down. He moved over behind them, holding the girl and keeping the gun to her head. Move it, move it! Time was important- don’t give them time to do anything they shouldn’t. He stopped behind the man, let the girl go, still keeping the gun to her head. He reached into his back pocket with one hand, pulled out some tie-wraps and pushed them at the girl. He noticed that up close, she really was cute. Young, too.
“Here! Put one around your father’s wrist! Do it now!” he shouted at her. Shaking, Holly slowly took a tie-wrap and put it around Mark’s wrist. The man kept pressing the gun against her as she did, her hands trembling badly. He snarled angrily at her as he made her put a second one on the other wrist, tying the two together. She tried to not make it tight, but the crazy old man kept yelling, making her pull them tight. As she did, the old man started telling them he just wanted some money. He kept saying to keep quiet, don’t do anything, let him get some money and he’d leave. The man then made Holly move to her mom, started doing the same to her. He told Holly to stand next to him as he did it himself, very fast. She guessed she was to get tied up next. Instead, he told all three to stand up and go inside the RV. Mom and Dad got up, moved inside as she followed. The man kept the gun in her back. She kept praying that it wouldn’t accidently go off.
Inside the RV, Mark moved to sit at the table. Kathy sat next to him, shaking. The girls were terrified, Holly starting to tear up, while Kathy tried to stay strong. Both he and Kathy kept telling the man to put the gun down, begging him to just leave. Inside the Winnebago, Holly stood by her parents as the man dug around, finding his wallet and her purse. He pulled out two credit cards, threw them down, grabbed about $240 in cash. He opened the refrigerator, pulled a beer out and opened it. He took a long drink. “Ahhhh! I haven’t had one of these in a long time.” Mark kept saying, “Ok, ok, take the beer, take the cash. Now just go, go….”
Instead, Ken turned towards the three people, the gun still in his hand. He took another drink. He nodded at the girl. “How old are you, kid?” She said quietly, so quiet he could hardly hear her, “twelve”. His dick jumped. He took another drink. “What you go on under that?” he asked her, grinning, tipping the beer can towards her. She eventually said her swimsuit. She was very shy. “Show me,” he said.
The parent began yelling at him, so he pointed the gun at them, put it against the woman’s forehead. “You two shut the fuck up or I’ll blow her fucking brains out. Understand?”
He turned back to Holly. He waited, told her to go on, get going. Holly looked around at her parents, not sure what to do. She stood there shaking, starting to cry now. The man suddenly hit her mom in the forehead with the gun handle. “Ah said get going, girlie!” Holly jumped, cried out, “Don’t! Don’t hurt her!” The man yelled back, “Then strip, honey! Strip, now!”
Slowly, Holly lifted her t-shirt up, pulled it off. Then she eased her shorts off, pushed them aside with her foot. She stood there now in her bikini. Even though she was only twelve, she still tried to cover herself some. She kept crying, quietly begging him to just leave. The old guy looked at her with this bad look, staring at her body, looking her up and down. He started saying something.
“My oh my, lookie what we got here. Well now, ain’t you a pretty sight. What grade are you in, little girl?” She told him; sixth grade. “Sixth grade, huh? Well now, I think it’s time you got a higher education.” He leered at her some more. Then he said, “Ok, little miss sixth grader, take off that swimsuit. Go on, take it off. Take it off, or I’ll hit your mommy again, bitch.” He raised the gun; Holly said “No! Wait! Ok, just don’t, don’t hurt them.”
Ken noticed the father was blood red, angry and struggling with every muscle to get free. The tie-wraps were strong; he didn’t doubt that. Still, he looked around. A-ha! A roll of duct tape sat on the floor behind the driver’s seat. He snatched it up and went over to the parents. The youngster backed up, still covering her bathing suit. He quickly stuck the end of the tape on the man’s head and managed to eventually get it wrapped around enough to keep him quiet, though he fought quite a bit to prevent him from doing it. The mom tried to keep him from doing it too, but he also eventually got her mouth taped up. Just for fun, he wrapped some loosely around their necks, keeping them close together and making it almost impossible for them to get up easily. He stood up, satisfied, then reached over and grabbed the girl’s arm. She’d been standing there, eyes wide, mouth open, too scared to do anything except watch. He pushed her up front to where the couch was, opposite the main door. He leaned close, growled through gritted teeth, “Strip, you little bitch!” The girl still didn’t want to, still kept stalling. Finally, he grabbed her top, pulling on it. She screamed “No!” and fought to make him let go, but he tore it, breaking the strap, yanking it hard several times to make her let go of it, until finally it came off of her. He grabbed her again, made her stand up in front of him, yelled at her to put her hands down. Slowly she did, trying slightly to put her arms up to cover herself. She had these little girl tits, with dark tan nipples, tits that were maybe a 31A he guessed. He reached up and put his hand on one. She jumped, tried to pull away, but she was already backed up against the couch.
The man leaned closer to Holly. “You want me to take those off for you, or are you gonna do it?” Holly was scared shitless now, sobbing. She stood with her arms by her side, pressing them against herself. She didn’t realize that this just made her young breasts push out more, creating some cleavage even. Shaking, she slowly took ahold of her bottoms and slid them slowly down, stepping out of them. She was completely naked now, only her sneakers on. She kept one trembling hand across her vagina now. Why didn’t he just leave? Why was he making her do this? And right in front of her parents? The man started making this ugly grin, set the gun on the counter behind him and put both hands on her. She jumped again as one hand touched her left breast again, the other hand reaching behind her and gripping her bottom. She stumbled as he pulled her closer. She turned her head when he tried to kiss her. Then he stepped back a step and took his pants off. Oh my God! What, what was he doing? He wanted to have sex with her? No way, no way would she do that, she wouldn’t let him. He pulled his t-shirt off, told her to sit down. She sat down on the small couch, knees close together. He put his penis in front of her. She’d never seen one this up close before, only in pictures. It looked old, hairy, wrinkly, but big, too. He told her to put it in her mouth. She shook her head. No way. No way. Suddenly he turned, grabbed the gun and hit her in the head hard. She saw stars, her head rang, it hurt a lot. He was yelling something like “suck it, girlie…”
Holly slowly came around. She saw she really had no choice. If she didn’t, he’d just hit her again. I don’t care! So what? Go ahead, I’m not going to let you make me do this. The man grabbed her arm, stepped towards her parents, swung the gun handle and hit Mark really hard. Mark leaned over, hardly moving. He hit Mark again. She screamed.
“Ok! Ok! Stop it!” he pushed her back down on the couch, putting his thing right in front of her mouth again. Slowly, she opened her mouth and tried to put it over his old, smelly penis. She got most of it in, it wasn’t too big. She sat there, not sure what to do next. She gagged a little. The man told her to suck on it, like a popsicle. She started to. It was so disgusting. The man’s thing tasted bad, really bad. Still, she began to suck on it some. Now she just wanted him to get done. She sucked and sucked, feeling it getting larger and larger as she did, thinking about that class in school. The teacher had said when a man gets excited, his thing gets bigger and then shoots sperm into the woman. She wondered if he would do that while she was doing this sucking thing. Would she get pregnant? As she sucked on him over and over, he held her head with both of his old hands, slowly making her head move back and forth, his penis moving slowly in and out between her lips as she was doing this popsicle thing. She kept having to open wider, then wider still as his thing got larger, then even larger.
Kathy watched as the man raped her daughter, forcing her to give him oral sex with her little mouth. She could tell she was gagging a lot too, even choking some as he held her head, working her mouth on his old dick. That bastard! Sitting down, she could only see Holly’s nude shoulders, but knew she was completely nude now. She got even angrier, screaming into the tape, when the man made her stand up.
Ken grabbed the girl from his now-hard cock and pulled her up. He grabbed a tit, squeezed it, rubbed his other hand between her luscious thighs, all over that little slit of hers. She kept wiggling, trying to keep him from doing that, but he was running this party. He stopped, made her turn around, then bend over. “Get down! On your elbows, little girl! Keep those legs straight! Go on, get on those fucking elbows! Spread these legs! Spread ‘em!” He grabbed his cock, grabbed the beer and poured a bunch on it. He rubbed the beer all over it, then pushed himself against her crotch, feeling with his dick and his finger for that little hole of hers. He found it, sort of, and pushed against it. Down a little, angle up slightly, now keep pushing, keep going… there it goes! He felt his dick head find the opening and start to go into her. She started to struggle again so he grabbed her hips, yelling at her to not move. Still, she did, as he pushed himself father between those tight little pussy lips of hers. He got only a little way in, then felt her hymen blocking him. He pushed even harder. She kept struggling, trying to get him out of her. He rode her like a bull, holding tightly to her young hips, pressing harder until suddenly he went past her hymen, then even deeper into that tight little cunt of hers. Oh man, was this little girl ever fucking tight! She was wet, her cunt was hot, squeezing his cock like a strong hand grip. He started fucking her, moving back and forth, holding onto her hips as he did her. She kept crying out as her body began to get shoved back and forth, as he fucked the little girl harder. He turned to the parents. They looked livid, struggling against their bonds. He grinned, laughed as they watched him raping their young daughter. He called to them, “Twelve fucking years old! She gots one really tight cunt, you all! Wooo!” One thing he could still do, and that was go for a long time. His frequent jacking off had given him lots of practice. He started to pace his strokes, moving steadily in and out, getting the most out of this little twelve-year-old cunt. She moved her hands out, trying to find a position that didn’t hurt as much. He felt her thighs tremble. He reached down under and began to feel up her young titties. Bent over, they hung down and he could get one in his palm, able to actually grip it. He pinched and rubbed her nipple as he slowly kept thrusting in and out of her. She was grunting now, grunting every time he went deep in her. He ran his hand up and down her thighs, rubbed her clit for fun, then roughly molested her tits again as she kept grunting, her body moving rhythmically to his thrusts. He started to go faster, his cock getting even larger now. Man, was this youngster tight! This was one tight little girl alright! He felt her pussy lips sliding along his shaft; his cockhead sliding deep into that tight, young, warm vagina. He watched, fascinated, as her whole body rocked back and forth violently to his fucking her. Soon he felt himself starting to cum. He squeezed his crotch muscles even tighter, felt cum start to shoot out. Just some though; she was even wetter inside now. He grabbed her hips again, started pounding into her really, really hard now.
“Take it, little girl! Take it! Take it! Uh! Uh! Uh! Yeah, fuck me, girl! Fuck me back you little slut!!” He finally pushed in deep and held it, shoot the main part of his load deep into her. That’s when he got this great idea. He pulled out of her roughly, yelled at her not to move. She stayed there, bent over, crying, looking at him with pleading eyes, sobbing. He went over, cut the tape from around the parent’s neck and dragged the man over to the couch where his daughter was, using the gun to force him to move. The man wasn’t that big. A big strong guy would have been hard to control. This guy was like an office worker or something. He made him lay down on the couch on his back. Ken grabbed the girl, made her kneel down and told her to suck daddy’s dick.
“Suck it, bitch! Just like you did me! Suck it! Suck it!” With a lot of hesitation, Holly eventually undid her father’s pants, pulled his penis out from inside as the old man kept hitting her with the gun handle. She was shaking, hurting from the rape still, her entire body was aching. She slowly took her dad’s penis in her mouth, started that whole sucking thing again. Like the old man, he started to get hard, which she was surprised to see. Was he getting excited too? Jeesh, Dad! She moved her head up and down, farther and farther as he got bigger and bigger. Then old man gripped her hair the whole time, leaning over, watching, one hand rubbing her breasts again. She waited for him to tell her to stop.
Suddenly the old man yanked her up to her feet. She gasped for air, for doing that blowjob thing made breathing hard alright. The man gripped her left arm behind her back, twisting her wrist painfully. “Sit on him! Put his cock in yer little cunt, little girl! Fuck your old man! Go on, fuck him!”
Holly didn’t have much choice, with him twisting her wrist so hard. Crying she put her legs over Mark’s, putting a knee on the couch. He made her hold Mark’s penis, made her lower herself down on it as she begged him not to make her do it. She did, though, he made her. She just wanted to get this over with quick now. She felt her step-dad’s thing, bigger than the old man’s, starting to go into her vagina. It hurt again, but the man twisted her arm more whenever she stopped. “Fuck him! Fuck him!” he kept yelling. She started to move her body up and down. Mark came out once; she eased it gently back into her, then started again. Up and down slowly, she started to have sex with her step-dad. Up and down, her eyes closed, she tried to go faster so it would be over faster. As she moved up and down on her step-dad, she squeezed it with her pussy, hoping he’d cum sooner and then they’d be done. The old man pushed her forward, made her push her tit into dad’s face as she kept sliding up and down his thing. It just kept getting bigger; come on dad! Finish already! The more she did this with her step-dad, the more excited her body got. She knew it was just a natural reaction, that it didn’t mean she liked it. Still, her breast was tingling and her vagina was getting all excited. Damn it! It just made her sob more, then try even harder to make this end. Rubbing both boobs in her father’s face, wiggling and sliding up and down his penis, she just clenched her eyes tight and worked him hard. It seemed to take her dad a long, long time, but eventually she felt him cum in her. She stopped, got off, sitting next to him, crying.
“There! I did what you said! Now let us go! Leave me alone! Just go away! Please!” The old man got dressed, made Holly stay naked. Once he was dressed, he grabbed her arms, made her get on her father’s lap again. She begged him not again. Instead, she had to put her arms around her father, still sitting on the couch with his penis hanging out. He took another tie-wrap and secured her tie-wraps to her fathers behind his back. Holly now had her chest pressed against Mark’s chest; her young, twelve-year-old vagina next to his penis, her arms locked around her dad. The man turned, ran from the trailer, laughing.
It took them a while, but eventually the family got free. They drove towards town, until they got a cell phone signal. They called the police. The local sheriff and a state trooper came out, took a report. The old man, though, he was long gone. Even so, Holly could still imagine the feeling of his being inside of her, fucking her, raping her. He’d be in her thoughts forever.