Convicts: Moving On
AP: “Police report that two men, Mark Kessel and Brian Genner, having been released from prison on Friday after serving lengthy sentences for violent crimes. After being released, the two men broke into a home near the prison and raped a thirteen-year-old girl multiple times, then fled in their victim’s family car. The girl and her mother were found by neighbors the next morning, bound but otherwise unhurt. The victims identified the two assailants through mug shots. Their current whereabouts are unknown.”
Mark and Brian sat in the public library of a large city, about 200 miles from the state penitentiary. They read the article on a website and smiled. The pictures shown were old mug shots. Since then, they’d aged and now sported beards. This changed their appearance dramatically from the old photos. Brian switched to another webpage, the city and county school register. They scanned the site for girls 12-16 years old; 6th grade through 10th grade. They checked addresses on Googlemaps, looking for a place near woods; preferably a higher income neighborhood. Someplace not far from where they were, for they currently had no ride and were eating at the local homeless shelter under false names. After about an hour of searching, they hit on one.
Karen Lynn Grabowski was 16 years old. She lived at 167 Peachtree Lane in Wildwoods. Records showed only one parent, a mother. No other information was available. It looked promising. Peachtree Lane was only about an hour walk from the homeless shelter.
After eating at the soup kitchen, Mark and Brian walked to the address. They went into the woods from the back of the shopping mall nearby. Eventually they came to what they assumed was the correct address.
“Looks like it. Seems right. There’s the pool, the fence. This must be the place,” Mark said.
Brian lit a joint, passed it over. It’ll be dark soon,” he said. Brian and Mark had bought some weed using a guy at the shelter, then a couple of hits of meth and some Viagra. With that, they were almost out of the $600 they’d gotten last week. The sun set, they took the meth and the pills and moved up to the house.
They looked in as many windows as they could. The basement looked empty and dark. Three people sat in the living room watching TV; an open pizza box on the table. The two men crept to a door by the kitchen. It was unlocked. Mark slowly opened the door, carefully stepped inside.
A small dog came trotting into the kitchen, saw them, started yelping. Brian was about to run, but Mark grabbed his arm. The dog kept yapping. Someone said, “Piper! Quiet! Come her, boy!” Mark stood up, just around the corner from the kitchen, the dog now yapping at Mark behind him. They heard someone get up and move towards the kitchen. Footsteps came onto the linoleum floor. Suddenly this woman came around the corner, calling, “Piper! Be quiet! Come here…”
Suddenly out of the darkness a fist flew out and punched the woman square in the forehead. She fell back onto the floor with a woomph! Two voices called from the living room. “Mom? You ok, mom?” Mark signaled to Brian to go around. Brian stepped through the dining room, then saw two girls move from the living room into the kitchen. One said, “Mom…? You ok?” Brian moved up.
One girl flipped on the overhead light. Mark stepped out. The two girls froze when they saw him. They turned when they heard Brian move up behind them. They looked back at Mark, who pointed a small pistol at their mother.
“You want me to put a bullet in her head? Do you?! Then you do exactly what I say and no one gets hurt.”
The two girls stood there, confused, scared, not sure what to do. Karen was the oldest. At sixteen, she was a typical high school teenager. 5’5”, 125 lbs, gym shorts, gym shirt. She had long, brown hair, almost to her waist. A typical early-teen body. The other girl was Karen’s younger sister Monica. Monica was 11 years old. She looked like an ordinary pre-teen. Some boobs visible under a t-shirt; shorter brown hair, down to her shoulders. Long, skinny legs, she stood 5’4”, weighed 105 pounds. Skinny young thing.
Their mother started to come around. Mark told the two girls to lay down on the floor and keep quiet. Brian stepped over them, pulled a big piece of duct tape from a roll and put it over the mother’s mouth. She was typical; plump, mid-thirties, plain. He taped her wrists behind her, then her ankles. As he did, he heard the older girl talking to Mark.
“Who are you? What do you want? Is my Mom ok? What is he doing? Why are you here…?” The questions were non-stop, despite him repeating, “Just shut the fuck up!” Mark shoved the yapping dog into the pantry and shut the door.
Brian finished tying up the mother just as she became fully conscious again. Sylvia Grabowski looked around in a panic, not sure what was going on. Her hands were bound; so were her feet. She could hardly breathe. Who were these men? She struggled to get free, but it only made them tighter. A man was leaning over her; he grabbed her arm; lifted her up. She staggered to stay up. Another man yelled at the girls. They were on the kitchen floor; now they stood up, looking at her; scared. The girls moved towards the downstairs. The second man followed them; she saw he had a gun. The one who held her dragged her along behind, then carrying her down the stairs. He was big, strong. She saw a lot of tattoos on his arms and neck.
In the basement was a large play room. A big couch, some chairs, a big-screen TV. Brian dropped the mother in a lounge chair; told her to sit there, keep still and watch. Mark told the two girls to stand in the middle of the room. He held the gun on them.
“Are you Karen Grabowski?” he snarled at her. Karen, stood there, crying now, shaking some. Her eyes got wider. “ye, yes, yes. Do I know you…”
“Shut up! You don’t ever talk unless I tell you to. You talk, she gets hurt.” He nodded towards their mother. Brian kicked her in the knee. He laughed. Just like last time.
The girls cried out, begged him to not hurt them. “We’ll do what you say! Don’t hurt us, please, don’t hurt us! We’ll do what you say…” Mark grinned at Brian.
Mark looked at the younger girl. “What’s your name?”
“Mon, Monica, please, don’t….”
“How old are you, Monica?” he sneered.
“E, elev, eleven, please, don’t hurt…..”
Mark and Brian smiled at each other. The joints were kicking in; the Viagra was definitely working, the little bit of meth really had them going. Mark looked at Karen. “You, strip your sister.”
Karen stared at them; mouth open, hardly able to believe what he’d just said. He what? He wanted her to… strip her? Who, Monica? Karen stood there barely moving, unsure what to do. Suddenly the other man kicked her mom again. “No!”
“I said, strip her,” the first man growled at her again.
Arms shaking, hardly able to think straight, Karen slowly moved over to Monica. She looked at Mark, her eyes begging him, she whispered silently, “please, no….” Slowly though, slowly she lifted Monica’s nightshirt. Monica, crying too, reluctantly let her lift it up and off of her. She crossed her arms over her young chest. Though she was only eleven, she was already just starting to blossom. She had small breasts, but the areoles were protruding now almost as much. Her skin was soft, white. Her naked shoulders were actually pretty hot looking. Mark thought so; his dick jumped when he first saw those little girl boobs.
Karen slowly eased Monica’s pajama pants down to the floor, then stood up. The man told Monica to kicked them off. She did, her feet and legs now bare. The man told Karen to “Finish it,” so she reluctantly, slowly while sobbing now, eased Monica’s underpants down to the floor.
Monica covered her privates with one hand, the other arm across her chest. She turned sideways, looking away, embarrassed to death. Like getting in the shower, but with everyone watching her. It was a nightmare come to life. The man yelled at her again; she slowly turned to face them. He told her to put her hands behind her back. Not wanting to, but seeing no other option, she moved her trembling hands behind her, gripping them together over her butt.
The two stared at the naked youngster. Eleven fucking years old, with these neat little titties, a sexy little slit between those thin thighs, just enough fat to make her body jiggle ever so sexy, at least to them. Brian stepped over in front of Karen. “I wanna do this one,” he said.
Brian grabbed her top at the collar with two fists. He pulled them apart until the fabric tore; ripping down the front. He moved his hands lower, kept tearing it until it was torn completely open. He held each side, opened it wide. She had on a pink bra; was easily a 33C. They didn’t stand straight out, like that 13-year-old’s tits did last week. These were bigger, hung a little lower, yet were still fresh, firm. Her bra didn’t press them together much. He yanked the shirt off of her roughly, slamming her around as he did. He grabbed her bra in the center, yanked down very hard. The clip in the back broke; he ripped it from her as she tried hopelessly to hold onto it. Her teenage boobs bounced free, a really nice pair that got everyone’s full attention.
Brian didn’t pause for long. He grabbed her shorts, yanked them, along with her panties, down to the floor, knocking her down as he tore them from her feet. She staggered up, now naked. Totally naked, arms still reaching for her shorts. He tits bounced about; her young bush a focus for all eyes. Even Monica found herself staring at Karen. Karen had much bigger boobs than she did; even had pubic hair now. She knew they were like wolves about to pounce on her sister’s body.
Mark and Brian got undressed as the two girls cowered in front of them, covering themselves and standing close together. Mrs. Grabowski sat in the chair, yelling into her tape with just mumbled sounds. The two stood in front of the two girls. Mark grabbed Monica, told her to get on her knees in front of him. Brian made Karen do the same thing, after first giving one breast a long, firm squeeze. The two girls knelt down. Both men began to talk to them.
“Lick it, girl. Lick it with your tongue. Go on, lick it. Spit on it, now lick it. Up and down, all the way to the tip. That’s it. Spit more. Lick it all the way to the very bottom. All the way. Keep at it girl, keep licking it or momma gets another knee busted.” Mark kept his hand on the young girl’s head, while his other hand held his rock-hard dick to her face.
Brian was making Karen do the same thing. “Yeah, that’s it, that’s it… lick it, bitch. Lick it. Now, lick my nuts. Go on, lick that ball sack. Spit on it, now lick it. Spit again. Now lick it. Put your lips on it. Suck on it, gently. Suck on each nut, girl, lick that tongue of yours all over me down there. That’s it, keep going….”
Brian grabbed her up, dragged her over and grabbed a chair. He set it in front of her mother. He sat on it, all the time holding the teen’s long hair tightly. After he sat down, he spread his legs apart, told her to get back to it.
“Go in, get down there, suck on those balls, girl. Lick it, lick my cock, you fucking slut. Lick me, lick me good. He smiled at her mom. “Such a slut she is,” he said to her, laughing. After a bit, he saw Mark start to molest the younger girl’s body on the floor. He pulled the girl in front of him up.
“Get up here! Fuck me, girl. Put my dick in your cunt and fuck me. Do it, bitch! Fuck me! Put you pussy on mu dick and fuck me. Fuck me, girl!”
Karen was only sixteen, but actually she’d had sex before already. The first time was her volleyball coach when she was fourteen. They’d been on a school trip and he’d gotten her in the back of the bus while everyone was inside the arena. Then the bus driver had, too. Since then, she hadn’t said anything to anyone, and was too afraid to get a boyfriend, lest he find out she wasn’t a virgin. This was another sex nightmare, all over again. She spread her legs as she moved over him, sitting in the chair. He held his cock upright; she tried to put her vagina over it. She had to get on her tippy-toes to do it; the chair was low, but he was really long. She stopped when she felt him sliding the head around her pussy lips; just like the men on the bus had when she was on her back. Now she felt him find her hole, push up into her some. She tensed, gasped. The man said “Fuck me.”
Slowly, she started to make herself move up and down, making his thing push up inside her, then out some, then in again. It hurt; she was quite dry. Soon though, she felt herself getting wet in there. She moved up and down more easily, not as painfully, though it still seemed like it was three times too big for her. As she did this, the man began to molest her breasts. He squeezed, twisted her nipples as her body moved up and down. He gripped her boobs, pushed them around as she kept fucking this man. She prayed he’d cum soon. Her crotch hair touching his hair felt gross; his hands on her body felt disgusting. She stared away at the wall to her right. On her left, her sister was probably getting something like this too. Maybe if she pretended to be really good, they’d leave Monica alone. Karen began moving up and down faster, gripping his cock with her vagina as she slid up, then down, then squeezing again as she went up. She leaned forward slightly, pressing her breasts forward. So, men like these? Here, like these then, just leave Monica alone. Karen worked her hips forward and back slightly as she went up and down on him. She tried to think of what else she could do these men might like.
Mark was on top of young Monica on the carpeted floor. He was doing what he liked best- licking and sucking on every part of her young body. Eleven! He worked her small nipples hard, really sucking on them. He frenched her, his hands all over her small butt, up and down her thin legs. He licked on that little slit a long time; getting a lot of saliva into that tiny little cunt of hers. He looked over at Karen and Brian and stopped. That other girl, her older sister, was really doing a number on Brian. She was sliding up and down his dick, wiggling her hips as she did, while Brian sucked hard on her tit. She was actually holding her breast to his mouth with her hand as she fucked him. He got up, dragging the younger girl over. He told her to grab her sister’s tit; to start rubbing it. Monica didn’t want to, but he slapped her until she did. Hand trembling, she held her sister’s boob as Karen moved up and down on the man’s penis. Their mom stared in horror as her two daughters were sexually assaulted by these two strangers.
Mark pushed the younger girl down; told her to stay there and watch. He stood next to the older girl as she kept fucking Brian. He grabbed her long hair, made her lean over and put his cock in her mouth. She stopped fucking the man, but Brian quickly made her keep going. Monica watched as one man raped her sister’s vagina, while the other man raped her mouth. She heard Karen struggling to breathe as the man who was standing forced his dick in and out between Karen’s red lips. Monica watched Karen’s legs as she bounced up and down, saw his huge penis moving in and out of her sister’s pussy.
Suddenly, the man forcing Karen to give him head stepped back, his dick really long and hard now. He grabbed Monica, dragged her to the couch as she screamed. He pushed her down, forcing himself between er thin legs, pressing his dick to her tiny cunt. Despite her frantic thrashing, despite Karen’s pleas for them to leave her alone, the man finally got mad, slapped Monica several times, then proceeded to jam his cock into her little hole. He held his hand over her mouth as she screamed from the intense pain of being raped at the young age of eleven. He brutally pushed into her, then began to hammer his cock in and out of Monica’s small pussy. He never did get all of his cock into her- she was just too small. Her pussy was really, really tight, stimulating him immensely. He kept talking trash to her as he raped the youngster in full view of her mother and sister.
“Yeah, take it! Take it, little girl! Eleven huh? Take it! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Man, you’re a tight little virgin, ain’t you? That’s it, try and fight me; try and stop me. Take it! Uh! Uh! Uh! Such a tight little cunt! Uh! Uh! Uh!”
Once Karen saw they weren’t going to leave Monica alone, she stopped trying to dominate their sexual desires. The man under her grabbed her hips, started thrusting himself deep into her. He licked and sucked on her young breasts as he did, then moved to her mouth for some serious French kissing.
Soon, both Brian and Mark shot their load into the young girls. However, the meth and Viagra were still having their effect. Brian dragged Karen over to the couch. Mark grabbed her, dragged her to the floor. His dick was still rock hard. He immediately got on top of Karen, punched her once, then two more times. He quickly crammed his cock into her now-wet pussy, began hammering her little hairy cunt but good. As he slammed into her brutally, again and again, he licked her face all over while his hands molested her young tits.
Brian was quickly on top of little Monica. He put his cock to her as well. She was definitely smaller than the other girl; he finally got his hard shaft pushed into her. He began to slam into her over and over; her young body thrashing about, trying to stop him. Soon, he grabbed her legs, lifted them back up and held them there as he pounded her tiny pussy as deep as he could. He also didn’t get all the way in. Still, Monica could only feel that big piece of meat sliding in and out of her; sharp pain shooting through her every time he bottomed out inside her. Monica eventually just ay still, letting the man have his way, hoping he’d finish soon. Still, the sharp pains with every deep thrust kept her moving about quite a bit.
When both men had finished this time, they both went at Karen together. While Monica and her mother were forced to watch, Mark lay beneath her and raped her while Brian got behind her and sodomized her asshole again and again. She screamed a lot as they did, her young tits bouncing as she lay over the man, her arms holding her up. He ass was on fire as the other man pounded himself deep into her rectum. She felt their warm goo shooting into her again. They pushed her onto the floor face down. Mark got over her and crammed his still dripping cock into her ass. He fucked her butt for a long, long time.
Eventually, both girls got tied up. Brian and Mark found $280 in the woman’s purse, another $100 in the girl’s room. They took their minivan and drove north for an hour, hopped a train, disappeared into the night. As the train rolled along, the men smoked their last joint and recounted their sexual conquest that night. Man, that little sixteen-year-old sure could fuck!