Jessica Lewis had just turned fifteen last week. She lived with her divorced mother in a run-down apartment building in a poorer part of town, a place they had only recently moved into. Being a very cute, developing fifteen-year-old, she found the local boys all had a big interest in her. She had no interest in them. First of all, she felt they were all just a bunch of ignorant asshole hicks with zero manners. Second, her first love was Biology, a subject she studied every chance she could. She was hoping to go to college a year early.
Tonight, though, was Tuesday night, trash night. Her mom was out on a date, so Jessica was home studying alone. Around nine o’clock, she grabbed the kitchen garbage bag, tied it up and went down to the alley to put it in the dumpster.
Next door, Mark Rogers sat in his old house. He was retired, living on a pension. He looked like any ordinary old black man in the neighborhood. Kept a neat yard. What people didn’t know was his hobby. In his basement he had added sound-proofing. A lot of soundproofing. You could yell or even scream down there; nobody upstairs could hear you. For the past twenty years, he’d plan, then kidnap young girls. Young, white girls. He’d bring them to his house, put them in the basement and play with them for a few days. Then he’d call his cousin Leroy in Oakland, who’d come grab the young white girl and take her to his whore operation near Las Vegas. Mark made pretty good money doing this, a couple of grand each time. He’d had four in the last five years.
Then this young girl had moved in next door, into the apartment building. He started watching her; taking pictures secretly. She was the right age; around sixteen or seventeen he figured. She had a nice, cute little ass; and very nice tits. She was white. He watched her for weeks. He noticed that every Thursday night she’d bring the trash to the dumpster in the alley between his house and her building. He began making plans.
Jessica walked down the stairs, opened the door and stepped into the alley. She walked over to the dumpster, lifted the lid and dropped the bag inside. She closed it and turned back towards the building. Suddenly someone grabbed her from behind; holding some wet cloth over her face. In moments everything went fuzzy, then everything went blank.
She woke up, blinking, eyes slowing focusing. She was in a room, a room with mattresses on the wall. A single light was on by the stairs. Her hands were tied over her head. She struggled; she was tied tightly and couldn’t get free. Her mouth was taped. A door opened; then a man walked down the stairs towards her. He was completely naked, yet he looked familiar. He did, he was the old black man who lived next door! She yelled into the tape, struggling. He walked up to her.
“Listen up, girl. You belong to me now. You do what I tell you to do, when I tells you to. You understand me?!”
He picked up something from the table nearby; put it to her side. It went ZAP! The taser made her jump alright; scream too. He went on.
“Every time you don’t do what I sez, you get this. Got it?” He zapped her again. Again, she jumped, screamed. He pulled the tape off. “Go ahead and scream. Ain’t nobody can hear you. This place is sound-proof. Scream all you want! Don’t make no difference to me. But when ah says shut up, you shut the fuck up.” He zapped her again.
Jessica stood there, arms over her head, face sore from having the tape ripped off. She was more mad than anything, but after getting zapped three times she was starting to cry. She did scream, but when he told her she’d better shut up when he said to and zapped her again, she decided it best to keep quiet.
Her voice trembled, “Please, mister, please, what do you want?” she cried. “Please, don’t do that again… don’t hurt me, please….”
Mark stood in front of her, a Viagra-fueled erection starting to grow. He held his iPhone as he asked her questions, noting her answers.
“What’s your name?”
“Jessica….”
How old are you?”
“I’m, I’m, fourteen, I mean, fifteen. I just turned fifteen, last week, I….”
“How tall are you? About five foot four maybe?”
“About, about that…..”
“And about 125 pounds?” he asked.
“Yes, about that, yes. What, what do you….”
“What bra size do you wear?”
She looked at him quizzically. “What? What…. What size is my….?”
He sighed, took the taser, tased her again. She screamed.
“What size bra do you wear? How big are your fucking tits, white girl?”
Jessica was shaking like crazy, gasping, breathing fast, terrified. She finally managed to say, “Uh, um, 33B…. please, don’t do that again….”
The man began sending a text. The phone rang. He answered it; began reading off her answers. He finished with an “OK,” and hung up. He turned, took her picture, then sent it to someone.
Mark looked her over some, rubbed his dick some. He already had baby oil on it. She was a cute little white girl, very well developed for her age. 33B on a fifteen-year-old? Fuck, nice! She had brown hair, just below her shoulders. She wore some eye makeup, some lipstick, pretty subtle though. Pretty brown eyes. She had on a polo shirt, shorts, sneakers. He reached over, picked up a pair of scissors. His best ones. He took ahold of her shirt in front at the bottom, put the scissors to it. She immediately started screaming for him to stop. He held her shirt tight, cutting it right up the middle. When he got up between her tits, she stopped struggling, afraid of getting cut. He cut it to the top, then cut at her sleeves, along her arms until he was able to take it completely off of her. She stood there, barely touching the floor. Her breasts stood out, her bra not hiding much. He walked around her, stopped behind her. He undid her bra.
She kept crying, pleading with him. “No, please, don’t, don’t do this, please, don’t….”
He reached up, cut each strap. He watched it slowly drop to the floor. He walked around in front of her. She started screaming at him.
“Motherfucker! You’d better let me go! I know who you are! Let me go right now, dammit! I’ll tell my mother! Let me go!”
Mark ignored her. He leaned down, putting an arm behind her back. He pressed his mouth to her right tit, began to suck on that nice, brown nipple of hers. It got hard fairly quickly. The whole areola puffed out some. He moved to her other tit, sucked on it. She screamed some, even yelling for help, but he knew no one could hear her.
He stepped back a moment, took the taser and touched her tit with it. She screamed, jerked. He leaned close, grabbed her head with one hand, began to French kiss that young mouth. Her lips tasted sweet; he could taste her lipstick. She struggled some, but when he held the taser up she stopped, let him kiss her. He said to her, “Kiss me back, girl, kiss me back…” and put the taser to her, not activating it but pressing it firmly to her side. She hesitated a couple of times, then she started using her tongue and began to kiss him back to keep from getting zapped again. Her breasts lightly rubbed against his hairy, grey chest.
After a few minutes of kissing and having her breasts molested, the old man stopped and stepped back. He reached down, undid her shorts and started to pull them down. Jessica knew she couldn’t stop him. Still, she struggled some; pleading with him to stop. Down they went, then off with her sneakers. He knelt down as he did this. He reached up and pulled her panties down next. She was completely nude now. She kept her legs tightly pressed together. Her small bush was right in front of the man’s face. It wasn’t much of a bush, just some hair. She hadn’t quite gotten that part developed yet. He took ahold of her hips; Jessica jerked, he pulled her towards him and he began to lick his tongue on her privates down there. All over her, he licked her bush and clitoris. It felt so gross! And there were her freaking nipples, all erect and puffy like mad now. As he molested her, his hands slid around and began to rub her butt cheeks. He kept pulling her towards his face. With her hands tied over her head, she couldn’t stop it.
Mark had a Pummel horse he’d bought at a garage sale. Someone’s gymnast kid had outgrown it. Now he went over, undid the rope holding the girl’s arms over her head. He pulled it down, she tried to pull away, but he forced her over to the Pummel horse and tied her down, bent over it. He had this place set up right. Once he had her arms tied to the ring front of her, he stood up and laughed. She kept begging him, pleading with him to let her go. “I want to go home! I want to go home!” she kept saying over and over. He walked over to her, holding his now erect cock in his hand. Big and brown it was; still a fine specimen of black meat. He held it out, rubbed the head around in her hair. It was soft, it felt good. He rubbed the tip across her ear a few times, then moved up to her young tits. She wasn’t very big for a teenager, but her tits sure were. They were nice and big, soft, perfect. Leroy was gonna love this little girl. Leroy had complained about the last one having no tits. Well, what did you expect for an eleven-year-old? Mark rubbed his cock all over the side of her breast and across her nipple for a long while, kept talking trash to her.
“That’s it, girl, feel that big black dick girl. Feel that black cock against your tit’s girl, the same cock I’m gonna fuck you with soon enough. Don’t you worry none, you gonna get yours, uh huh. Feel that dick on that nipple. So hard, so fucking nice, girl. Nice white girl, I’m gonna have fun fucking your little cunt, fuckin’ white bitch.” He slapped her once across her back, hard. She screamed out once, kept sobbing, pleading quietly.
“Please, let me go, please, don’t, no, no, no… I won’t tell anyone, I swear. Please, just let me go. I want to go home, please, no, no….”
Mark walked behind her, moved up close to her ass. She jumped some, kept trying to look back. He rubbed his cock along her young crotch. She still didn’t have any hair around her pussy hole. Still, she was so fucking hot looking. He touched her little asshole; he’d get to that. Maybe he’d try that dildo again. He kept saying “Ohhh yeah, baby girl…” over and over as he slid his cock along her pussy; pressing against her as he did. She was very tense; but against the Pummel, she couldn’t do anything to stop him except squirm around some. He worked it, found that little hole of hers, pushed in, kept pushing. She started to scream again as he slowly, slowly inched his way into her incredibly tight vagina. She was flexing it a lot, trying to stop him, expel him, prevent him from going farther. But he kept pushing into that little white girl pussy. Deeper and deeper; he watched with fascination as his big, brown cock slowly disappeared into her tight little pussy. She was really screaming, really jumping around now.
“AAAHH!! Stop! Stop! Oh my God! Stop! It hurts! It hurts so much! Stop! It hurts!”
In he went though. Pretty soon he felt her hymen; about a third of the way into her. He paused briefly, then pressed in again. He felt it push through; she gasped and choked, trying to breathe as she hyperventilated. Her legs spread wider as she tried to ease the pain; he pushed in deeper. Then deeper still. Finally, he felt his pubic hair press against her cunt. She started really spasming; you could tell she was in a lot of pain as he bottomed out in her. He eased slowly back, almost out, then pushed back in again, slowly. She was sobbing, kept saying over and over, “no, no, no….”
Mark worked into a steady rhythm; fucking that little white, fifteen-year-old girl with long, deep strokes. He did her slow for a long time. That Viagra really worked. He reached around; rubbed her clit as he did her. She was wet inside now. With his baby oil and her limited lubrication, he had a pretty smooth rape happening. He worked her deep and slow. It felt great. Eventually, he paused, eased out. Didn’t want to cum too soon.
Jessica lay there, spread over the Pummel horse, the man raping her from behind. Her legs were being forced wide apart, he kept pushing against her butt cheeks every time he thrust into her. Again and again, he pushed that huge brown dick of his into her. It hurt so, so much, even though he wasn’t going very fast. Just going way into her, ripping her vagina to shreds it felt like. He was much, much too big; she couldn’t stop him, though. Her arms were out in front of her; her face down at his crotch level. He’d rubbed his thing all over her hair and face earlier. Then molested her boobs. Now he was raping her from behind; she made a loud grunt every time he bottomed out inside her. Again and again, until suddenly he stopped. He came around front, holding his enormous dick in his hand. It was all wet from being inside her. He walked up to her face, grabbed her hair with his other hand, told her to suck it.
Jessica didn’t want to. She kept her mouth clenched tight; her lips pressed together, shaking her head. Suddenly, she felt the taser. He zapped her once in the back. She spasmed with that, all over. He stopped. She was shaking terribly when she slowly opened her mouth for him. She opened it as wide as she could, hoping somehow, she wouldn’t have to touch his thing. As soon as he got close to her face, she knew that wasn’t going to happen. It slid across her trembling lips, into her mouth, along her tongue. She felt the head touching the roof of her mouth and her cheeks. She struggled to breathe. He kept telling her to take it, but she couldn’t. It was, it was just too big. It was at her throat, blocking her air; she couldn’t breathe. She struggled; he eased back. She took a deep breath around his penis. He pressed in again. Both hands behind her head. She felt her throat stretch; his thing went in there some. Back again; another breath. Into her throat again. Every time, he went a little farther. Her throat was so sore; she gagged on all her saliva. She hardly noticed him playing with her boobs as she struggled for air.
Just when Mark thought he was about to shoot his load in her mouth, he stepped back and went behind her again. He shoved his dick into her pussy; she jumped and squealed again, breathing hard, trying to catch her breath. He immediately began to fuck her as fast as he could. He pulled her hair back; pounding himself into that tight little pussy. His crotch slapped against her ass cheeks again and again. Soon he’d worked himself up into a frenzy of brutal fucking. He looked at the two cameras nearby, recording the whole thing for later. Suddenly, he began shooting cum into her. He slowed down, then pushed in and held it deep as he finished shooting his seed deep into her. Fifteen… pregnant for sure!
He untied the girl, pulled her over to a mattress on the floor. He held the rope like a leash, pulling her with him. He got on the mattress, laid down on his back. He pulled her down to him, grabbed her, began making out with her as he felt up that hot little teen body of hers. He loved young white girls. He held a finger in her asshole as she squirmed around, then got very rough in his French kissing. He sucked hard on her young girl titties. He stopped, made her start licking his junk. His dick, his ball sack, everything. She was forced to lick it all with her warm, wet tongue. Her trembling lips felt soft and smooth against his skin. It didn’t take too long. Soon, he had a big ol’ erection again. He decided to throw his heart condition cautions to the wind and try to fuck her again. He forced her to get on top, put his dick inside her pussy. He made her slide up and down, faster and faster, taking him deep inside each time. She cried a lot as she did, but he was too fascinated watching her young tits bounce up and down as she fucked him. This time, just before he came again, he pulled her off, forced her to her stomach and proceeded to cram his rock-hard dick right into her tight little asshole. Boy, did she scream and fight then! But quick enough, with a pop he was in her. She suddenly stopped struggling, just laying there, taking it up the ass with a lot of pain, crying and quiet begging.
“Please, stop, please. No, no, no….”
He pounder her ass but good. She bled some, but he didn’t care. He’d push in, then rub his crotch around on her ass cheeks, making his dick move around inside her. He kept talking trash to her as he sodomized the young teen.
“Yeah, take it, bitch! Take it in the ass, girl! You like it up the ass, don’t you? Go on, say fuck me in my ass. Say it! Take all of it now. Oooh, feel it moving around deep in there; way up your tight little ass. You ain’t never gonna shit right again, bitch….”
After he’d finished, he tied her up with her hands above her again. He went upstairs, took his meds, had a beer, watched some TV. Later he went to bed. Tomorrow was Tuesday. Leroy would be over late Wednesday to pick her up. That gave him plenty of time for more fun with the girl. She could think about tomorrow while he slept. He’d start again in the morning. He fell asleep thinking of those perky young tits of hers. He’d cum in her throat for sure tomorrow….