Ronnie “Dutchman” Howard was a wealthy, single white guy, thanks to his share of an inheritance from a wealthy relative. Ronnie graduated college in the stock market, and knew well the ins and outs of investing. He was also 28, single, and horny as fuck.
Money can get you lots of things, and his new Porsche 911 was just one of them. It got him connections, connections to people who could get you anything you wanted, at a price.
Ronnie had plenty of pot; it was legal now on both sides of the river. What he needed was to get laid. He mentioned this to Ritchie one night, this black guy that helped run the local bar.
“Well, brother, what you lookin’ for?”
Ronnie laughed, took a big hit of his bourbon and ginger ale. “Ha! A nice young teenage girl would be nice! Ha!”
Ritchie laughed too. Ritchie walked down the bar, used the phone. He set the phone down, walked back.
“How young? Like what age?” Ritchie asked Ronnie.
Ronnie, still feeling the drinks, figured he was still kidding around. “Hell, the younger the better! I’d pay almost anything for something (urp) tonight!”
Ritchie walked back to the phone, picked it up. He talked briefly, nodded, hung up. He poured a second bourbon and ginger ale, brought it to Ronnie. He set it on the counter.
“Ok, she’ll be by in about an hour. I know where you live; across the street in that high rise. 1302, right?”
Ronnie looked at him in surprise. Huh? What? 1302, yeah, that was his place…. “Yeah, that’s my place,” he slurred.
Ritchie said, “When someone buzzes, ask who it is. If he says ‘Nine Ten’, let him in. They’ll make delivery. Got it? An hour from now.”
Ronnie, still not half believing what he was hearing, thought clearly enough still to ask,
“Uh, huh, right. An hour. How much?”
“Three grand, one hour. Six grand, two hours. I get ten percent, separate. Cash on delivery.” Ritchie stared back at him without moving.
Ronnie thought about it. What the heck, if no one shows up he doesn’t have to pay anything. Might be a fun adventure. “Ok,” he said, and picked up the second drink. Honestly, Ronnie never thought for a minute anyone would show up. Ritchie laughed and went to help other customers.
Ronnie finished his drink and went back across the street to his condo building. Usually, two drinks made him fairly high, but thinking about this offer made him a bit more focused. As he got in the elevator and selected 13, he thought he’d better be prepared. Viagra. He’d need some. Better take a few. If no one came, he’d just jerk off later. Hmmm. What if someone did show up? What did Ritchie consider young? Maybe some 26-year-old street slut. Ugh, he’d pay her and shove her back out the door. He wanted fresh for that price. The possibilities kept filling his mind as he got things ready. First, he finished an old joint. Then he took the rope from the bag in the closet. Four lengths, easily six feet each. Clothesline. He tied each to a corner of the king-sized bed. He went downstairs, to the kitchen. He got his hand-held taser. He went to the laundry room; made a bowl of pot and went to the back patio; smoked it. Soon, it was close to an hour. Just as he finished the bowl, and just as he felt the Viagra starting to kick in, he heard the intercom buzzer. He stared at it. Holy shit. Well I’ll be damned. He totally forgot the taser on the kitchen counter.
He answered. “Who is it?”
A man answered, “Nine ten.” Ronnie paused, then pushed the buzzer. He saw through the camera two men move into the lobby and enter an elevator, two men with a smaller person being pushed along between them. This person had something over her head. Was this her?
A few minutes later, Ronnie stood near the front door with a manila envelope containing $7500.00 in hundreds. Just as he got to the door there was a knock. He opened it. Two men, big black men, stood there, holding someone between them. A black plastic bag covered the person’s head and shoulders.
Finally, one man spoke.
“You mind we come in?”
Ronnie quickly stepped aside. “Uh, yea, sure thing, come right in.” They walked in with this person, seeming to be a girl alright. Nice legs. He closed the door behind them, making sure the hallway was clear.
They stood there a few moments. One of the big men spoke again. “You want to see the goods?”
Ronnie stood there, more surprised than anything. Holy shit, what money could do! “Uh, I mean, yeah, sure, ok…”
The other black man grabbed the black bag and pulled it off the girl. Ronnie was… impressed. She looked young alright. Maybe 15? 16? Long, thin legs. White girl. Medium tits. Long, blonde hair, down to about her elbows. Little earrings. Some make-up, not much. She had on a short, black skirt; short-sleeve white blouse with some sort of bow tie. White socks and black shoes. She gripped a red book in her hands. She was looking around frantically, unaware of where she was or who these people were. She had a big piece of tape over her mouth. Her hair was a little messed up, like she’d been struggling some. She looked terrified, big tears flowing down her red cheeks. She was breathing fast, taking deep breaths. Her young chest heaved.
Ronnie snapped out of it. “Yea, sure, she’s fine. So, 1 AM, right?” as he glanced at his watch. Ronnie handed the envelope to one of the men. He looked inside, nodded at the other man. Ronnie tossed in a “Keep the change!” as they left.
“Two hours, we’ll be back,” the one snarled.
Ronnie closed the door, locked it. He turned to the girl. She stood there, hands at her side, cowering back against the couch some as she looked around, trying to decide what to do; where to run.
Ronnie said as he moved closer, “Don’t get no ideas, you. Nobody can hear you here. There ain’t no place to run to.” He moved closer to her, forcing her back into a corner by the couch and the wall. He leaned in close, then took the tape a pulled it off with a short, hard yank. She gasped, mouth opening as she took in big gulps of air.
“Wh, wh, where, am I? What are you doing? I want to go home, please, just let me go….” She pleaded.
Still leaning in close, Ronnie gave her a hard slap across her face. He worked out. It definitely hurt.
“Shut up, girl! Do what I sez! You’re mine for the next two hours! You got that?!” He slapped her hard again in the other direction.
She cried out, gasped, sobbed, “Yes, yes, ok, don’t….” she sobbed more, turning away, unsure what to say.
Kathryn Graves was fifteen. Actually, she turned fifteen two just weeks ago. She was walking home from band practice at St Mary’s Catholic School, where she attended in her sophomore year. She only lived a few blocks away, so she just walked along the sidewalk in her subdivision heading home. A big car, an SUV, had pulled up close beside her, and in about two seconds the door had flown open and this man had grabbed her. She jumped back, eyes wide, let out a cry, but he pressed a big, strong hand against her face while his other hand wrapped around her. They were face to face, like they were dancing, as he backed into the backseat of the car, pulling her with him. She struggled, but in just a very few seconds, she was inside and the car was driving away. Somehow, she’d hung onto her Greek Mythology book throughout the whole thing, pressed between her and the big, powerful man hugging her.
Kathryn was 5’4” tall, weighed about 117 pounds. She was thin by most standards, but her legs were at that age when they began to look good, and her cute teenage ass was really taking shape under her skirt. Her bust wasn’t much, really, just average. A 30B bra size, she wore one tonight with a silk undershirt and her cotton school uniform. One moment she was walking down the sidewalk. Then she was being pulled into a big car and now, now she was being held by the large black man on the back seat as they drove down the street and out of the subdivision. Eventually, the man holding her grabbed a big, plastic trash bag and told her to put it over her. She was more interested in getting away from this man, so he ended up putting it on her himself. He paused just long enough to squeeze her throat very tight; until she stopped breathing.
The man snarled at her, “You be still, you won’t get hurt. We just gonna take some pictures. Then we’ll let you go. Or I’ll fucking kill you, bitch.” He released her throat. She breathed in deeply, nodding. She gasped out, sobbed out, “Ok, please, don’t hurt me, please, don’t hurt me….” She kept repeating it quietly. He pulled the bag up once, put tape over her mouth, then pulled it down again, over her arms so she couldn’t move much. As the car drove along the highway, rap music played. She felt the man’s hand touching her bottom. He slowly rubbed it, even as she squirmed to keep away, still lying face down on top of the man. He worked his hand up under her skirt, kept massaging her butt cheek as they drove on, even as she pleaded through the tape for him to stop.
Soon, the car stopped. She was pulled out of the car and literally pulled along with no idea where they were going. One man spoke into something. Someone answered; a buzzer sounded. It seemed like they got into an elevator next. She felt it start to move. She stood there one man on either side of her, each hold an upper arm, her body shaking as she kept crying.
The elevator stopped. They got out and walked a little way. A knock; a door opened. A third man talked to them, then she was pushed forward again. She stood there, too scared to even think of moving. Suddenly the bag was pulled off. She quickly looked around, eyes wide with fright. It was some sort of luxury room, big living room. She saw a white man and two black men. The white man handed an envelope to the other man. The two black men left. The white man came over as she cringed by some white couch, threatening her to do what he said. He tore the tape off.
Ronnie grabbed the girl by her arm, pulled her down the hallway to his bedroom. As he pushed her along, he asked her how old she was. She kept saying fifteen, then fourteen, like she wasn’t sure. Fucking clueless. He had no idea where she was from or how they’d gotten her, but he didn’t care. This was business. In the bedroom he let her arm go; set his phone alarm for 12:55 am. As she stood in the room, arms clutched around her, trying not to look at him while pleading with him, asking what did he want. She kept saying something about pictures. As she went on, he got undressed. When she saw him doing this, she gasped, put her hand up to hide her view.
“Oh my God! What are you doing? Please, I……” Ronnie left his briefs on. He told her to come closer. He told her to kneel in front of him. She kept saying no over and over again. He punched her very hard in her ribs. She cried out, clutching her side, going down to one knee, dropping her book.
“Get down there, girl! Get down there! Both knees! That’s it! Now, take off my fucking shorts. Now!”
Kathryn clutched her side from the blow. God, her ribs hurt! He told her to pull down his shorts. She didn’t want to get hit again. She thought, how bad could it be? Just some man’s penis is all. She’d just look away.
Slowly she moved her fingers up to his waistband. She took hold of it gingerly, then slowly, very slowly, she eased them down. He kept telling her to look at it, open her eyes and look at it. She did, watching through blurred tears as it slowly emerged from his underwear. It was big, pink, damn it was big. She’d only seen pictures of these things in schoolbooks. None of those looked like this one. It was long. Finally, this big, flared head appeared, darker in color. The whole thing looked like it was almost a foot long, very big around, very veiny. It hung down in an arch, moving slightly. It seemed alive. She stared more in awe and shock.
Ronnie watched her expression as his cock emerged. She was a virgin for sure; she had that look of surprise on her cute little girl face. He yelled at her to stand up. She did, slowly, with some difficulty from his punch before. She stood in front of him. He clenched his fists tightly, leaned forward.
“Strip, little girl. Take off your fucking clothes.” He laughed, then got all serious and angry again.
The girl stood there, shaking uncontrollably, a look a terror and shock on her young face. She looked confused, like she wasn’t sure what to do. He raised a fist, snarled, “I said….”. She cringed back a bit, then quickly she moved her hands to her waist. She stopped, looking around, like she was hoping for someone to come and help. She finally looked at him, eyes pleading, then slowly she managed with trembling fingers to unclip her skirt. She eased it down. Ronnie told her to take it all the way off.
“All the way off! Everything! Hurry it up! Get those fucking clothes off, little girl!”
Kathryn stepped out of the skirt and stepped to the side slightly. She moved her hands up, not sure what next. She decided on her blouse; began to undo the buttons. It was hard, she was shaking so much. He kept yelling at her. She got one, two, three, then the fourth one undone. Slowly, looking down to the side, she eased it off, dropping it carefully on her skirt. She put her hands across her stomach, took hold of her silk cami and pulled it off. Not so fast! She was now standing there with nothing on but her bra, panties and shoes now. She clutched the cami to her, but he kept yelling at her.
“The shoes next! Take off them fucking shoes! Leave those socks on, girl! Now!”
Ronnie watched the young girl reach down, ease one shoe off, then the other. She stood back up slightly, covering herself with her silky thing. He grabbed it from her.
“Loose the panties, girl! Let’s see that little pussy of yours! Do it! Now!” He yelled at her, shoving her shoulder back, forcing her against the end of the bed. She put her thumbs in the waistband; slid them down. She had some bush; some blonde hair but not much. Man, those thighs still weren’t even touching yet. “Now that bra, bitch.”
He watched her unhook her bra behind her, then slowly ease it off, covering her pubic hair with one hand, the other arm across her breasts. Not much, young teen breasts for sure. Time’s a-wasting. He told he to get down, put his dick between her tits and rub them on his dick. She slowly did as he said, still holding her side. He told her to bend over, stay up, that’s it, now push those babies right up on my dick. She did, her face against his side as she pressed her young chest to his dick. She began to push her breasts together. He yelled at her more, grabbed her hair; yanking it every time he gave a command. He made her press her tits together even more; made her slide them up and down his dick as she did. Man, this felt good. He pushed her up, dragged around and forced her to sit on the edge of the bed. He grabbed one rope, tied one wrist. He climbed over, grabbing another wrist and tied it to the other side. He grabbed a rope at the foot of the bed; tied one ankle. Then he tied the other ankle. She lay there, spread eagle on his bed. Her young body was shaking. Her tits bounced as she breathed hard, pleading over and over. Her vagina was open and easy to see. Her pussy hair stopped just above it. Her pussy lips came down to this little hole. Under it, he saw her ass cheeks. Her asshole was right there, he knew. He’d explore that later. Right now, he climbed onto the bed, grabbed the baby oil from the bedside table. He put some in his hand; rubbed it all over his cock as he straddled the girl, his dick right above her young face.
Kathryn lay there, knowing what she had feared all along was about to happen. He held his big thing over her face, rubbing oil on it. It got all shiny, just inches above her. His ball sack swung underneath, tight and big, touching her chin sometimes. Then the man moved down, and sure enough, he put his thing right to her vagina. She was a virgin alright, and this was not at all like she had hoped it would one day be. He knelt lower, pushed himself against her opening down there. Dammit, he got it right the very first try. She felt his dark, pink head push her pussy lips apart; like a tampon but way, way bigger. It began to hurt. She cried out.
“No! No! It can’t! It’s too big! No, don’t, stop, stop……” Still, into her pushed more. She felt her vagina spreading out, wide around him, so tight it was clutching his thing as he slid easily into her, farther and farther. You’d think that oil would help, but it didn’t stop the pain; only made it move into her easier. It hurt like crazy! She cried out, but he held one hand over her mouth. Soon, he started to pound into her over and over again. Back and forth he moved himself, his penis pushing deep into her, more and more. He started out going sort of fast, then started going faster, ramming his crotch into hers, harder and harder. She grunted with his every thrust, her body getting pushed back and forth by his every thrust.
“Uh! ….Uh! ….Uh! ….Uh!” She took it all, right past her hymen like it wasn’t even there. He slowed down some, going very deep, swiveling his hips around as he did. He’d finger her clitoris as he did her, making it all excited, not helping out at all. He did her for a long time. He was always doing something as he raped her. He fingered her clit; rubbing her boobs, squeezed her butt like the black man had in the car. Kathryn lay there, staring at the ceiling, waiting for him to finish.
Eventually he did. He’d raped her slow, fast, hard and rough. He pushed deep into her as he shot his load of cum deep inside. Oh God, now she’d get pregnant for sure, she thought. He finally eased himself out; her vagina ached terribly. Instead of getting off of her though, he started to suck on her boobs, then began kissing her. He’d shove his tongue into her mouth, gripping her jaw as he did. Then he’d go back to sucking on her now-erect nipples. His hands roamed all over her body.
He stopped, undid one arm, tied it to the other arm. He undid her ankle, switched them around from one side to the other. She lay there on her stomach now, both hands up in one corner of the bed. Then he changed his mind, undid her arms. He pulled her up; made her get on her knees and elbows, legs still tied, spread wide. Right away, he went right back to having sex again. It was like his thing hadn’t gotten any smaller, maybe even gotten harder. He pounded into her pussy from behind, his crotch hair slapping against her ass cheeks. He fucked her like this for several minutes, again and again and again.
Suddenly he stopped, pulled out of her. Even that hurt. Then she felt him press himself against her asshole. Holy shit!! “No!” she cried out, begging him not to, but he pressed against her and suddenly, with a sudden pop, in he went. She didn’t feel much on the inside, but her asshole screamed in pain as he stretched it wide, pushing his huge dick deep, deep into her little girl butt. Oh My God, it can’t fit; it just can’t. When she felt his pubic hair touching her ass, she knew he was all the way inside her. That huge thing of his; all the way inside her butt. This hurt even more than the rape. He tore into her. No going slow here. He pounded into her very fast, very hard, very rough. She felt him cum; yet he kept going. Over and over, he drove himself like a giant hammer into her. She almost passed out more than once. Suddenly, he came in her butt again. She felt it dripping out of her. She could hardly catch her breath she was breathing so hard and fast. She saw a clock on a wall over there. He’d said something about 1 am. It was a quarter to midnight. Oh my God, was this really going to keep going on?
It did go on for Kathryn. Ronnie finished raping her ass, then untied her and made her perform oral sex on him as he smoked a bowl while laying on the bed. He made he get on top of him; made her put his dick into her little girl cunt again. He forced her to slide up and down on him, faster and faster, as he rubbed her little tits or gripped her soft ass as she bounced up and down on him. Her long blonde hair bounced as she did. It was a sight, alright. More head, then some deep throat action until he came in her throat. He fucked her twice more before the alarm went off. He jumped up, threw on his gym shorts. He pulled girl up, made her pick up her clothes and get dressed by the door. She’d gotten about halfway done when the buzzer sounded. He let them in, then a few minutes later they knocked on his door. He opened it just as she was starting to do up her blouse buttons.
Ronnie smiled, said “Thanks, guys!” shoved her to towards them. He handed them a couple of extra hundreds. He’d thank Ritchie later.