Jose Juarez was 28, an ex-con with the Surenos gang in Los Angeles. A three-time loser, he’d already spent half his life behind bars. Tonight, he was going for a big score before he went back inside for 20 years, a fact he knew was coming. Tonight, he and his two homeboys, Felipe and Marco, would take down five local restaurants, then head back to the hood, hopefully without the police in hot pursuit and a big score of cash in their hands.
The first four were smaller shops, pastries and sub sandwich stores. They’d collected about a thousand bucks so far; one more to go. In the past two hours, the local police had been following where they’d been, but hadn’t yet caught up to them. They came up on the Daisy’s Doughnuts shop. Felipe drove beside the building and stopped, where security cameras couldn’t see them.
Jose and Marco went inside the doughnut shop. Jose jumped on the counter, pointing his .45 semiautomatic gun at everyone. Marco jumped behind the counter, opened the drawer, took the cash. They hadn’t moved it to the safe yet; it looked like a big score. They dashed out, just as a woman and her daughter were getting out of their car in front.
As the two men got to their getaway car, Jose had a momentary impulse. The girl was white, young, smokin’ hot with some big fucking tits. He ran back a couple of steps, grabbed her, pointing the gun at the mother and firing one round into the air over her head, as he kept pulled the youngster closer to the car.
Kathy Mulder was almost 16. At 5- 6” tall, she had long blonde hair, a great figure and weighed a slim 128 pounds. Her and her mother had just stopped at Daisy’s Doughnuts when two men ran out of the store. One grabbed Kathy with strong arms, pulled her over to his car as he pointed a gun at her mother. In a heavily accented voice, he yelled, “Stay back! Stay back!” He fired one round; it was loud!
He told Kathy to “Get in! You’re coming with us! Get in!”
He dragged the girl backwards, pulling her into the backseat. She fought against him, trying to stay on her feet, grabbing the door frame with her hands to stop. He put the gun to her head, put his mouth by her ear and snarled angrily, “Let go!” and tapped her with the butt of the gun on her face. She let go, then in an instant he shoved her in, pulling her inside as the car sped off.
Marco turned to Jose. “¡Qué carajo, hombre! ¿Para qué la necesitamos?” (“What’s the fuck, man! What do we need her for?”) Jose just laughed as she kept struggling.
“We gonna have us a little party when we get home!”
Kathy kept struggling to get free, kept saying “Let me go! Let me go! Let go of me!”
Finally, Jose tapped her once hard on the back of her head with the gun. She stopped for a minute, her head ringing. She started crying, kept talking, asking questions.
“Shut up, chica blanca! Shut the fuck up!” He kept her on the floor, his gun pressed to her head. “Stay down, keep quiet, don’t look up,” he commanded.
The three drove quickly back to the hood as the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance. They didn’t pass any police, and before long they were gone, lost in LA traffic headed back to East LA. Soon enough they pulled into a dark alley in a Latino neighborhood, parked behind a row of houses and pulled the girl from the car. They forced her inside, gun to her head, then down into the basement. There, they counted the money. $1852. Jose counted out $1000 for the gang; the rest they could divide up themselves. $284 each. Jose looked at the other two.
“We just risked twenty years for armed robbery, and all we get is this? Hombres; this is why I grabbed her,” nodding towards the white girl Marco had ahold of. With the money now divided, they turned their lust and attention towards Kathy.
Kathy stood there trembling, wanting to run away but knowing she couldn’t with this one guy holding her arm so tight, the other two right there. She didn’t even know where they were, or how to even get out of this place. She was crying, waiting for them to say something. They kept speaking in Spanish, counting money. Then they all turned to her.
This was not good. She was still wearing her band uniform; a blue skirt with a white blouse. She was very much aware of her large breasts for her young age. Bigger than ever now, and she wasn’t even sixteen yet. She was always outgrowing her bras, and this one she had on was one of the early ones. She’d actually worn it because it really made her cleavage stand out, pressing her boobs together and all, especially when she undid a button on the blouse. She’d wanted to impress Randy, the keyboard player, but he’d seemed more interested in Anna all evening. Now though, these three very scary young men, with tattoos and guns and looking like Latino gang members, were staring at her breasts, in this empty basement. Alone. She was shaking a lot now, trembling as she tried to speak.
“Pl, please, just, just leave, just leave me alone, please, don’t, please, just let me go…..”
The three moved closer. Marco continued to hold her arm. Jose moved close in front of her, staring at her angrily, then slowly moving his eyes down to her luscious tits. Holy shit, this girl had some big fucking tits alright. He reached up and undid a button, then another. Slowly, her ample cleavage was exposed. She kept trying to turn away, but Marco held onto her. Felipe grabbed her other arm; they held them out as Jose undid yet another button. At her waist, he pulled her blouse out from her skirt. He held the blouse, opening it wide as everyone laughed and made lewd comments in Spanish.
“¡Mira esas tetas! ¡Lindo! ¡Jodidamente agradable!”
José pushed her blouse back off her shoulders. He took out a switchblade, flicked it open in front of her, then slowly cut her bra in the middle. Her breasts, easily 34C’s, sprang free. More laughing; more lewd remarks. The girl looked away, eyes closed, tears on her face, as Jose put his hands directly onto her shaking breasts. They were soft, warm, yet still had that young girl firmness.
Jose let go and moved down to her skirt. He reached to her side, unhooked the clasp and slid the zipper down. He pushed the skirt down until it fell to the floor, while she tried to stop it by lifting a knee. Still, it went down, and now she stood there, nude except for her pink underwear. Jose used his knife, gripped her panties and cut both sides. He pulled them off, held them up to her face. Each man took a big sniff of them. Jose licked her face.
“Pronto seran lagrimas de placer…” (Soon to be tears of pleasure)
Kathy stood naked, arms held away from her body, unable to cover herself at all. She kept her legs tightly together. Her boobs moved around, if she could just stop shaking so much, they wouldn’t bounce so much. She could feel her pubic hair feeling the cool air of the basement now. Even her butt was cold. The one man yelled in Spanish, then the other two pulled her over to a pool table. They pushed her onto it, just enough that her rear was on the edge, her legs hanging down. The one man, the one with the knife, started to get undressed. He had a big hard-on, something she saw with terror. She kept her legs tightly together and to one side. She was still a virgin, except for that time her father and her uncle had felt her boobs up last year. She watched the man get quickly undressed, then moved towards her. She tried to use her legs to keep him away, but he just worked his way between them, pushing her knees apart, her young vagina now opening wider for all to see. He moved in closer as she screamed, begging them not to do this.
“No! Don’t! Don’t! No! Stop! Don’t!” Kathy cried, over and over. All three men were now rubbing their junk in their pants. She saw a second man start to get undressed as she struggled against the first man.
The man paused, nodded at the other two, saying something in Spanish. Suddenly, the two men who had been holding her arms out started to hit her. Hard fists punched into her body from both sides; her ribs, her sides, her stomach. They hit her at least a dozen times before he yelled “Alto!”
He thrust her legs farther apart, moved closer. She couldn’t resist anymore; her body was in too much pain he could tell. He grabbed his cock, put it to her young girl pussy. The first one was always the hardest; she’d be dry and not as easily fuckable. He spit a couple of times, rubbed his cock head around her soft pussy lips some, then pressed in. Slowly, the head found its way into her tight little hole. Slowly, he pushed into that hairy little cunt of hers, grinning, drooling actually. Felipe and Marcos held her down firmly as she screamed, or tried to; just the act of screaming was painful.
In Jose pushed himself. She was dry, alright. He eased in more, then some more. He remembered the last young girl he’d raped. Keep going in till she gets wet with juice or blood, he told himself. Backing out too soon just made it harder to get back in again. His dick got harder as he pushed. Using one hand, he began to rub her two tits. They stood up still; not yet to the age where they would sag some, but still fucking big ones. Her big, fat nipples were getting hard as her rubbed his hands over them. He squeezed those tits; pinched those nipples painfully between his fingers, twisting them. All the while, he kept pushing farther into her hairy little cunt.
Finally, about ¾ of the way in, he eased back a little, then slammed back in. Eased back slowly again; slammed back in. Each time he slammed her, she’d let out a low grunt. Her body rocked back and forth as he began to fuck her. They all were talking Spanish as he did her, his cock feeling the tight grip of her virgin pussy. He’d pressed past her hymn early; she was getting it all now. He felt blood and her pussy juice beginning to give some lubrication to his cock. He worked it, getting a strong rhythm going.
Kathy lay there, eyes clenched tightly closed, as her body was slammed back and forth. She felt his huge erection pushing into her again and again. The pain was extreme; she couldn’t think of anything else but it. Again and again, he rammed himself deep into her; too far in and way too big. Her pussy lips were stretched so tight she couldn’t hardly feel his thing sliding across them. That big head was really forcing her vagina open, way more than she though could happen. He must be ripping it open, it felt like it! Again, and again and again, he kept thrusting himself into her. His hands roamed over her breasts, but she didn’t hardly notice the pain in her nipples as they were brutally twisted. Only the excruciating pain from being raped by this strong, young gang guy. He smelled so bad; they kept saying ugly, dirty things to her. Then she felt him shooting his cum deep into her. He got off, but another one took over right away. She hardly had time to even try and resist. Again, a man’s penis thrust in and out of her vagina, deep, stretching her, tearing her apart inside as her pussy lips actually started reacting to this savage attack. She felt his ball sack slapping against her butt cheeks as he raped her. He began to force her to kiss him; shoving his filthy tongue into her mouth; squirming it all around inside. She had to breathe his breath, smell his sweat. Meanwhile his pubic hair was mashing into her own as he pushed himself far into her, painfully far. The first part wasn’t as bad now, still painful but not so extreme. In deep though, the pain multiplied a hundred times. She cried out every time he pressed in that far, every thrust he made. She held he legs wide, hoping it would help ease some of the pain in her crotch. He too came in her. Then the third man took over. He raped her a few times, then they made her stand next to the table, body laying on the table while standing on the floor. The third man put his penis to her, but missed her vagina and touched her butt.
Kathy jumped, “No! That’s… no, not there…. wait…”
Still, the man kept pressing into her back there. She really screamed again; this was as painful as the first one! She realized; he was meaning to go there. He was, what was it called? He was fucking her in her ass, or wanted to! He was sodomizing her! But it was too late already. His wet, slick cock had gone right in, then way in, way up into her. She clenched her ass as tightly as she could, but then had to relax it to try and make it hurt less. He began working himself back and forth, raping her butt with powerful, deep, long thrusts. She felt his crotch hair against her bare butt cheeks. He did her like this for a very long time, her body rocking all over as he did her from behind.
While he did her, three more men came down into the basement. She stared, terrified, as they stood there watching her getting sodomized twice. Then, they joined in. She lay there shaking, hands on the edge of the pool table, her ass on fire. The fourth man grabbed her hips; she jumped. He pulled her back, until her arms were out over her head, holding onto the railing. He breasts hung down, bouncing all over the place, her nipples all hard and everyone watching them bounce. The man behind her; she just stood there, legs apart, back arched with her butt high up. He pushed himself into her vagina. She was relieved for a few moments. Thank God he wasn’t going in her asshole. Her pussy lips at first tingled, getting all excited for crying out loud. Then he pushed in and the pain returned. Oh man, it hurt! It hurt so much! She clenched her muscled down there tightly, impulsively, but he just went right into fucking her down there. She didn’t move; bent over with her big boobs all over the place. She felt his crotch hair slamming into her butt cheeks over and over again. He came. The next man took over.
A couple of hours later, they gave her ass and pussy a break. She went non-stop for over and hour, sucking cock and getting deep-throated again and again, nearly passing out numerous times. She swallowed so much cum she couldn’t hardly keep it down.
Eventually, they stopped. One man grabbed her, dragged her up the stairs. They went up to a main room. Two very old men sat there. The most senior, oldest gang members of them all. In their eighties now, they got all wide-eyed when Kathy was brought before them. She then was forced to lick each man’s cock while holding them with her two hands. Then she had to lick their nut sack, start licking their dicks again. Soon enough, they made her take the old men in her mouth. They made her work her tongue all over them while she kept each dick deep in her mouth.
This blowjob of two old men went on for a long time. Twice, she was forced to stand, bending over, so someone could rape her pussy again as she sucked off the old guys. After they each came in her throat, she was dragged to the door, outside and into a car. Forced to the floor in back, they drove her to a different, all black neighborhood. By some young black kids, they kicked the nude, white teenage girl out of the car and sped off.
The small group of young boys got their first blowjobs that night, even though this girl didn’t want to. Too bad, bitch.
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