Cindy Louise Mossett was sixteen now, almost seventeen in another month. Her father felt that the fun family camping days may soon be behind them, what with school activities and boyfriends. So, in late September he took the family to Big Bear State Park for some hiking and camping.
The family included Mark Mossett, 45, an engineer, and his wife Angela, 40. Cindy was their only child, and as such they had kept a very tight reign on her, especially in her younger teenage years. For sixteen, she was average in many ways. Average breasts, (32A); a cute butt and a very pretty face. Cindy had long, soft blonde hair, and long, thin legs. She weighed almost 110 pounds at 5’5” tall. Cindy was very aware of her developing sexuality, and the more she had to stay home, the more she fantasized about sex. She didn’t know much about it herself, being still a virgin and all. Everything she read on the internet said the first time was painful, unless a lot of lubricant was used. After the second or third time, it becomes more pleasurable. Cindy had watched a few porn movies, just to get the general idea. She fantasized about her first time with some tall, handsome stud.
At the edge of the state park was another camping area. This was a homeless camp. A group of three tents belonged to whoever occupied them at the time. At the request of the Parks Department, local police would sometimes raid the place, arresting people for drug possession or warrants. This afternoon, three men and a woman stayed there. As a small fire slowly burned, Tom Simpson prepared some meth. Tom was 44, homeless, in and out of jail a lot. He currently has two outstanding warrants.
Nearby, Jim Olsen finished the bitter end of a joint. 52 years old, he was homeless like the others. When Jim wasn’t high or drunk, he was drying out in some local lockup. Beside him sat his girlfriend, Wendy. Wendy was only about 24, but quite strung out on meth. So long as Jim got her food and meth, she let him do pretty much anything he wanted with her. He did so, often.
Jason Match was a black man, a 48-year-old homeless ‘Sovereign Citizen’ who had mental health issues, issues that made him sometimes rant on endlessly, much to everyone’s else’s suffering. This afternoon, He stood nearby, looking through a pair of stolen binoculars.
“Someone’s setting up a camp over on the ridge.” The others looked. They could see some movement, but not much else. Jason said, “Oooweee. A white girl.”
Jim grabbed the glasses from him. “Give me those!” he snarled. He looked through them at the other campsite. He saw one, two adults and someone shorter, smaller. Long hair. A girl alright. He watched for a while. No one else appeared. They started a camp-stove, began making dinner. Jason looked over his shoulder. “Anyone want to go grab a free meal?” he chuckled.
They decided to all go together. Act like they were campers too, though they hardly looked the part. The men all had scraggly hair and beards. Wendy just looked thin and strung out. She was well used, too. Whenever Jim wanted something, he’d trade sex with her for it. With a fresh hit of meth and another joint, Jim, Tom, Jason and Wendy set off near sunset across the ravine.
Mark, Angela and Cindy sat around the camp stove, cooking up a pot of stew. Angela made coffee. Suddenly they heard footsteps. Looking over, they saw a group of people walking up to their camp site. “Ahoy!” one called out. “Mind if we enter?”
Mark replied sure, then almost immediately regretted it once he got a better look at them. These were homeless types, and that could be a problem. Camping sometimes brought you into contact with these types, so you had to be careful not to offer them anything or they’d take everything. Being here alone with his wife and daughter, he faced four people: two white men, one black man, and one skinny girl. The one white guy who seemed to be leading walked right up to the stove.
“Hey! This looks good!” He grabbed a bowl and started putting some stew in it for himself. The others gathered around, joining in. Angela said, “Excuse me! Excuse me! We haven’t eaten yet! That’s not to share! Excuse me!” Cindy stood back a few steps, eyes wide, kind of annoyed. Mark tried to reason with them.
“Come on guys, easy does it, have a little and then go on your way….”
Jim turned to Mark as he scooped stew into his mouth, spilling sauce on his beard and clothes. “You can’t tell us what to do. We’re sovereign citizens, we don’t have to obey your rules.”
“Yeah,” Jason added. “We just traveling. We got a right to eat you know. Just like you a got a right to fuck your wife, we got a right to food.” Jason began rambling on and on nonstop about his rights, while Tom and Jim eyed the girl. While Jason argued endlessly with the man, Tom and Jim moved over by the girl. they eyed her up and down. She seemed at first annoyed, then more and more she got scared. Jason asked if she wanted some food, holding his bowl out. She said no. He dropped the bowl, laughed, told her to pick it up. Shaking some, the girl knelt down and picked it up. As she did, Tom pulled his small 32 caliber revolver from his pocket, grabbed the girl and put the gun to her head. He yelled at the others.
“Alright then! Everyone just keep calm and keep quiet!” Angela immediately started to get up to grab her daughter, but Jim shoved her backward to the ground. Jason immediately grabbed his box knife and held it to the man’s neck, holding him. The three men forced the family to sit down by the fire together.
Tom spoke as the others tied them all up. “We just gonna grab some food and then leave you all alone. Be like this never even happened.” He stopped in front of Angela. He put his finger to her blouse, pulled it out and peered inside. “Man, you got some nice titties there, lady,” he sneered as she twisted away. He looked at Cindy. “How about you, princess?” The others started laughing, watching as they finished tying them up, while Tom took her blouse and ripped it open, popping two buttons, exposing her cleavage in her bra. Tom stared at her chest for a few moments, then reached out slowly and put his palm right on her chest, touch both breasts. She struggled to move back, but Jason held her in place. Tom stood up.
“What do you guys think? Was this enough food? I think these people owe us more. Much more.” Everyone agreed. Tom grinned, turned to the man. He asked him, “Hey, Daddy, you mind if we fuck your wife and kid? We ain’t had none in a long time, and the law says you gotta share. I think, I think I’ll have me some of that wife of yours first.”
Mark tried getting free, but was too well tied. He had a rag stuffed in his mouth with some line holding it there. He watched helplessly as the man moved over to Angela and pulled out a knife. As the others helped hold her, he slowly cut away her clothing. Her blouse, then her bra. No doubt, Angela had big breasts alright, something everyone commented on. Wendy asked if she could have one. Jim told her to go ahead. As the others pulled her boots, pants and underwear off, Wendy knelt down and began to grope and suck on Angela’s right breast. Soon as she was nude, the one man dropped his pants, got down and started to rape his wife. Mark struggled hard, screamed a lot, but he remained firmly tied up.
Angela was being held by the three men as the girl got down and started sucking on her nipple, rubbing her breast with her hands as she did. She hated it, but her nipple was getting erect. Meanwhile, Angela’s main focus was the men pulling her pants off. As one held her down on the ground, her arms tied behind her back, another dropped his pants and got between her legs as the third man pulled her one leg wide. It was cool outside; her skin tingled in the cold night air. The man lowered himself, holding his penis. He moved up to her, pushed it against her vagina. She struggled to stop him, but the three men were strong. The girl sucking on her tit wasn’t hardly thought of as the man began to try and push himself into her. She gripped her muscles down there tight, trying hard to keep him out. One man began slapping her face again and again. For a moment she relaxed her muscles and he suddenly began to push into her. She again tried to stop him, but he pushed hard, and slowly he got into her. By the time he gotten a good way into her, he’d gotten a lot more rigid. He started pumping into her; back and forth, again and again. Her body was starting to rock now with his hard thrusts deep into her. Her breasts moved around, even with the girl sucking on her right breast still. The man holding her down tried to kiss her as the other man raped her. She gritting her lips tight, turned away again and again, until he finally gripped her face tight and pushed his tongue into her mouth. As he was, the other man’s penis was really fucking her now. Big and long, he slammed into her hairy crotch again and again. Finally, he came in her. He got off, another got on.
Jim took over after Tom fucked her. They made her turn over to her knees; face on the ground, ass up in the air, hands still behind her back. Jim pushed into her now-wet pussy and started pounding the woman fast and hard from behind. As he started, he told Wendy to French the woman’s asshole. He watched as Wendy leaned over and spread the woman’s butt cheeks, started to lick her asshole as he pounded her pussy a couple of inches away. The woman kept grunting with every thrust, making pleading sounds. Jim came quicker than he wanted. As he reaching under her, squeezing those big fucking tits of hers, made him shoot sooner.
Jason took over with a fury. First, he cut her arm ropes. He kept yelling at her to get on her hands and knees, hands and knees bitch! He pushed his cock into her cunt and began to furiously pound the shit of her, while Tom got in front. Tom forced her to open her mouth and take him in as Jason rocked her body about violently. Mark watched hopelessly as his wife was gang-raped by these homeless men. He saw her with her mouth open, one man’s cock moving back and forth in it. The other man, the black man, was holding her hips and slamming into her like a crazed stallion. Even Mark could tell this guy had a really big dick.
When the three had finished with Angela, they tied her up again, tying her to a nearby tree. They dragged the father to a tree, tied him to it. Then they turned to little Cindy.
Cindy tried to get away from the woman when the three men turned towards her. Everyone jumped on her, dragged her to her knees in front of her father. “No! No! No! Don’t! No!” she cried into her gag. They removed the gag, slapped her face several times, then ordered her to perform oral sex on her own father. She of course refused.
“No! You can’t make me! No! I won’t! I won’t do it!” Jason took his box cutter to her father, put a big cut on his forearm. He looked at the girl, told her to get started or he’d keep cutting. A lot of blood ran down her father’s arm. She changed her mind immediately. “OK! Ok! Ok! Just don’t hurt my daddy!” they untied her hands, then they all watched as she slowly undid her dad’s pants, pulled his underwear down some, then reached in and grabbed her father’s penis. She so did not want to do this, but she had no choice. Then she remembered one of her fantasies. She’d seen her father naked in the shower last year, and had fantasized about it. Focusing on her fantasy instead of this reality, she eased her mouth over his penis and began to work her tongue on it in her mouth. She tried to remember those videos. Oh yeah, up and down too. She started moving her head up and down as she sucked on him. Slowly, he started to become erect. Trying to get this over with fast, she worked him fast with her mouth and tongue, sliding her mouth up and down on him, the head touching her throat every time. She knew her father was fighting it, but it only made it last longer.
As Cindy gave her father head while kneeling beside him, the others began to take Cindy’s clothes off. What they couldn’t easily remove they cut off, nicking her a couple of times with their razor. Then one man was behind her, grabbed her hips, lifted her roughly up so she was on her hands and knees, still working her dad as fast as she could. Her legs were roughly forced apart, she knew she was about to be raped. She stopped on her father, begging them to leave her alone, but in a few seconds, she felt the man’s penis press against her vagina. As she struggled against them, strong arms grabbed her, held her. The girl got in front, began to French kiss Cindy as the man behind her pushed into her. Oh my God, they were right! It hurt like crazy! As she squirmed and squeezed and tried everything to stop him, he kept moving into her more and more, his dick quite rigid. The girl was squirming her tongue around in Cindy’s mouth, then she’d suck on her dad’s dick some, then go back to kissing her. Cindy’s main focus was the enormous hot sausage pushing deep into her pussy. Then he began to have sex with her, moving himself back and forth inside her.
This was like other fantasies, when Cindy had imagined being raped, or kissing another girl. Focus on the fantasy, she thought to herself. Don’t pay attention to the reality; just focus on the fantasy. With her eyes closed, she actually kissed the girl back next time she came at her. To the man behind her, she started to wiggle her butt back and forth, squeezing again and again as he raped her. The man shot a load of his cum into her; her first ever man. Another man went next, then the black man did something different. Instead of raping her vagina, he started to sodomize her asshole. The girl had already started licking it, and the other man forced Cindy to start giving her father head again.
As the man pushed himself into her, her butthole screaming in pain. She tried to block out their ugly, hairy faces as she fantasized instead. When he finished raping her ass, he shot a load of cum into it, then pulled out. She heard one man say he wanted to fuck her again. Rather than do that, Cindy went with her fantasy. She stopped sucking daddy’s dick, got up and put his dick into her vagina as she straddled him. No way was she letting those men take her again. She’d rather do her daddy. She started moving up and down, sliding her pussy lips up and down her daddy’s shaft, fast. Her boobs bounced as she did. The girl pushed her forward; made her put her nipple in her father’s mouth. Better him than her! She felt her dad’s tongue on her young nipple, as he gently sucked on it. After being raped twice, this time it was still sore and a little painful, but not as bad as the first time.
Despite trying to keep herself strictly to her father, Cindy was raped again by each man. The worst was when she had to get on top of one, perform sex with him, while the other two took turns raping her ass or getting blowjobs. The girl was always giving hand jobs or playing with Cindy’s boobs. By the time the meth started to wear off, Cindy had been raped six times, sodomized four times, and forced to give head to almost everybody in the campsite, including her father. When her father came, instead of spitting it out like she had the others, she sucked hard, getting every drop, swallowing all of it. She’d show them. When they finally finished assaulting her, they tied her up to another tree, then left. They took the Jeep, and would be over a hundred miles away by the time the family was found by Park Rangers the next morning. Less than a year later, Cindy would find herself on her knees in the basement, giving her father another blowjob.