Marcus Risen and his partner Jimi Holte were cruising around Eventon Farms, a small community, in their stolen AT&T van. This was on the opposite side of the city from their previous score; that was when they’d fucked that girl scout. Since then, they’d been hoping for an opportunity again. Marcus’s sister worked at a restaurant and heard this family discussing their upcoming trip. She’d talked to them some, then got their address from their credit card number. She knew they were leaving this Thursday, gone for a week. She passed it on to Marcus in exchange for a piece of the take. “I want first choice with the jewelry!”
Marcus’s online search showed this to be a wealthy area, and he noticed the few cars that weren’t locked in a garage were expensive ones. This was just around 4:30 PM. Perfect time. They totally blended. Wearing overalls, they parked in front of the house, went around back and found a basement window. Jimi checked the alarm, went to the box and disabled it. Didn’t matter it turned out. The basement window wasn’t part of the security because it didn’t open. They used a blanket to cover the sound and broke the glass; crawled inside.
Twenty minutes later they went back out through the broken window, four pillow cases full of things, including cash, jewelry and checking account numbers. In the darkness they got in their van and drove away. As They turned the corner, they saw two teenage girls walking along the sidewalk together. They drove past, made a quick plan, the turned around. Marcus pulled up beside the two, stopped as Jimi asked all friendly-like if they could help him find an address. As he stepped out and fumbled with some papers, Marcus slid out and came around back, behind the two girls. As he came up behind, one looked back and gasped, eyes wide at the sight of Marcus pointing a gun at them.
Becky Stevenson and Janice Turner were both twelve. They’d been walking home from the Taylor’s. They lived next door to each other two blocks over. As they walked down the sidewalk, this AT&T van pulled up and the man started asking them for directions. Neither girl noticed the second man until he was coming up behind them, pointing a gun at them. The first man started grabbing them, shoving them into the van through the front door. As the two men shoved the second girl in, Marcus ran around and got behind the wheel. Jimi got in, closed the door, then climbed in back where the two girls now knelt, trying to hold onto something. He yelled at them, screaming for them to both lie down, face down. He grabbed Janice, pushing her down; Becky followed beside her. Both girls were crying, begging him to let them go. He grabbed some tie wraps from a work bin, secured the brunette’s wrists behind her. He took another, tie-wrapped her ankles together. He just sat on the other girl, telling them to shut up. He punched Becky once, then Janice when she didn’t keep quiet either. Each one got hit again before they finally stopped, now pleading quietly for them to them both go. As Marcus drove towards the hood, Jimi had some fun. He rubbed the brunette’s ass slowly, really making her squirm a lot. She kept begging him to stop doing that. The other girl told him to stop too, but instead he started rubbing her ass too. Soft, yet firm. Tight. He leaned down, talking trash to them.
“You be my bitches now. I own these little white asses of yours. You gonna do lots of things for me. Lots of things. You do what ah says, you might just live through it, go home later. You don’t, I’ll gut your pig asses and leave you for the rats.” He gripped the blonde’s hair hard. “You understand me, bitch?!”
“Yes, yes! Ok, please, let go! Ow! Please! I’ll be quiet! I promise!” Janice was on the floor of this truck, a big, heavy black man sitting on her back, making it hard to even breathe. She struggled for every breath. He said they had to do something for them. She had no idea what. He gripped her hair; it hurt like crazy. He let go, slamming her face down to the floor, her glasses falling off. He yelled at Becky, then slapped her. This big black man was very angry; very violent. Janice shook in fear. She couldn’t stop crying now. Her ribs hurt from where he’d hit her before.
Janice was blonde and twelve and a half years old, slightly older than Becky. She looked twelve with small breasts, wide hips and a cute butt. She had on a sweatshirt, jeans, panties and a jacket. She stood 5’4” tall, weighed about 98 pounds. Becky was about the same height, weighed a little more. Becky had brown hair, also down to the middle of her back. She weighed maybe 110 pounds, with a softer butt and some breasts that were very developed already. She was dressed the same as Janice, with no bra on. She still wasn’t used to wearing one, though she certainly needed one these days. Now she lay on the floor, crammed next to Janice with her arms and feet bound. What had they gotten themselves into? What was happening? Where were they going? A million questions went through her mind as the big black man yelled at them constantly, feeling them up as they drove down the highway. He even scratched his finger on her crotch, right by her vagina, then smelled his finger and told her she smelled good. So gross! Only her breasts remained untouched, lying on the floor like this.
Marcus exited at Hamilton Street, turned right, two blocks, then right again. He pulled in behind their crib, parked and jumped out. The alley was deserted. He slid open the door, grabbed the brunette and dragged her from the van. He lifted her easily, dragging her inside through the back door. She kept talking low, pleading, asking why, what were they doing, that sort of crap. He slammed her into the door frame as he went through the doorway, then through the door to the basement.
Behind him, Jimi held his gun to Janice’s neck, gripping her left arm and forcing her to move quickly behind the other two. Inside, Janice could hear voices, other men. The room downstairs was lit. She saw several black men standing around a big screen tv playing a game. Except now they were all looking at her as she was forced to walk down the stairs and then stand next the Becky.
Everyone was hooting and hollering, making a big fuss over the two young girls. Someone cut Becky’s ties off. Then one guy, the one who had driven the van, said “Hold up, hold up…” and started talking to them. Janice stood beside Becky, clutching each other, shaking. One man said they were twelve years old. More whistles. There were five big black men. The man told them that they had to put on a show for them. He said she had to start. First, she had to take off Becky’s clothes. Janice stood there, gripping Becky, shaking her head, whispering no. One man walked closer, grabbed her arm and then slapped her really hard in the side of her head. Her ear rang as her head reeled in pain. He yelled at her, “Do what you’re told!” He let go of her arm, stepped back.
Janice looked around. Everyone was still staring at her. The man who had just hit her snarled angrily, raising his hand again. Janice started to move. At first, she slowly turned towards her best friend. Becky stood there crying. Janice slowly took her coat, slowly eased it back and off. Becky reluctantly let her. Becky kept pleading with them not to do this, but Janice stayed quiet. Her face still hurt a lot from that last hit. Next, she slowly undid Becky’s jeans, then knelt as she slid them down. Becky was shaking a lot; Janice could only do what they kept telling her to. She stood back up as Becky stepped out the pants. They told her the sweatshirt next. Becky tried to stop it, but one man punched Becky right in her face. She almost fell, but kept on her feet. Eventually, Becky let Janice take the sweatshirt. Janice slid it up and over her head, while Becky kept her arms in front of her. Once it was off, she stood there naked in her panties, arms across her chest, her boobs now feeling way too big as she tried to contain them.
Marcus stepped up, grabbed the girl’s panties, violently ripped them from the girl’s body. She bent over some, trying to hide those amazing tits of hers, while trying to cover the little bit of hair by her pussy. He grabbed her jaw, forced her to look up at him. He told her to strip the other girl. He slapped her good, then yelled at her to get going. Using her hands, Becky started to undress her friend. Everyone kept yelling orders, making her pull her pants down, then her panties too. They made the girl touch the other girl’s almost completely bald pussy. Once they were both nude, Marcus grabbed Becky and said, “I’m first with this one. Do what you want with her,” nodding at Janice.
Marcus pulled Becky over to one corner. Another man followed them. Marcus made her stand there, then told her to raise her hands over her head. He told her to start dancing to the rap music that was playing. Slowly, the youngster did. She looked twelve alright, except for two things. Her tits and her ass. As she slowly turned around, those young tits just wiggled a lot. Her young nipples were quite erect now. Watching her ass move was mesmerizing. Jason said he wanted seconds. Marcus nodded. He told the girl to kneel down in front of him. He took off his jumpsuit, then his underwear, revealing one big Johnson. Marcus definitely had a big fucking dick. Now it stood out, hanging like a huge elephant trunk. The girl was shaking, crying, her brown hair messed up a little. He told her to spit on it, hold it with both hands, keep spitting as she gave him a hand job. More spit; she spit constantly. When he was truly hard, fully erect, and very wet from her spit, he roughly pulled her up, bent her over the arm of the recliner. He put his dick to her pussy from behind, lifting her up some more as he got between her two young thighs. He spread that chubby twelve-year-old ass of hers, put his cock to her as she kept begging him to stop. He put his finger in her hole, rubbed it around some, then slid his cock into it. She was really, really tight. It took some doing, but eventually her little pussy lips spread apart around his cock and in he went. Just as tight inside, she screamed as he pushed into her.
“Yeah! Take it, bitch! Little fucking white slut gonna get her first big black dick! Take it, white girl! Take it! Take it!” He started to pound into her. She was struggling a lot, stifling a scream as he slammed back and forth. At first, it was just a couple of inches. Man, she was tight! The more her fucked her though, the deeper he went. She was always tight, but with the blood and spit he started to moving faster, back and forth, until he got in enough to start slapping her ass cheeks with his crotch. She gripped the chair, holding on desperately, trying to find a way to stop or ease the pain. Marcus fucked her but good.
Janice had been immediately grabbed by the others, forced down to her hands and knees. They made her spread her legs as another man knelt down in front of her. He pulled out his penis, shook it at Janice. Janice was scared to death, with one big black penis in front of her, and another about to rape her from behind. She was hyperventilating, shaking like mad. The man in front of her grabbed her head, hit her again, then put his thing to her mouth. He told her to open up just as the man behind her put his thing to her vagina. She tried to stop the man behind her, but she also had to open her mouth. Suddenly a big, fat, brown penis pushed between her lips. It went right in her mouth; onto her tongue, lips stretched as far as they could around it. Then she felt the man behind her push himself into her pussy. Her lips spread painfully as his giant penis pushed into her vagina. She screamed with the other man’s thing in her mouth. Both men started moving their things back and forth in her. Her vagina hurt terribly; her mouth ached from being stretched so far open for so long. She could hardly breathe; she focused on that. Meanwhile, her whole body rocked back and forth as they both raped her. Becky just focused on breathing. She grunted with every painful thrust into her vagina, though. She hoped this wouldn’t last too much longer.
For Janice, it was just beginning. Three men took turns fucking her from behind as she was forced to constantly suck on someone’s cock. When the third man finished, they switched with the others. The three men went to Becky, and the two who had just raped her best friend were now about to take their turn on her. As Janice dealt with another big penis in her mouth, the man behind her began to roughly rape her vagina. Just when she thought he was about to cum, he pulled out, then pushed himself right into her little asshole. Oh damn! It flamed in pain, a scream muffled by the dick in her mouth. He quickly shot his cum into her butt, then kept on raping her there. The other man came in her mouth. He made her swallow it, then made her keep sucking his dick. She knew he would be next in her butt. The nightmare was only just starting.
Becky was forced to bend over as one man lay on the couch. She had to lick his balls and his cock, then she was dragged up on top of him. He put his thing into her vagina, then they forced her to slide up and down on it. First it was up and down. Then they made her switch to moving her hips forward and back. Either way, the man’s penis kept moving inside her. It was always faster girl, faster. Hands molested her boobs constantly. It was all very difficult for a twelve-year-old little girl, and every muscle in her ached from the sex, the constant moving while getting punched or slapped. Eventually, this man came inside her too. The second man pushed her onto her back, began to rape her while he lay on top of her. He kept French kissing her all the time, too. She held her legs wide, trying to ease the pain. She could feel the pleasure feeling from her clit, but it wasn’t much fun while being raped. It seemed like every time someone got off of her, someone else got on.
The two girls were used for over two hours. Finally, they dragged the naked pre-teens outside and into the work van. They dropped the girls in a rival gang’s neighborhood. Then they dumped the van by the AT&T yard and drove home. The cum they retrieved from the girls was useless with so many different DNA’s mixed together. Marcus and Jimi were both thinking of the next one. “Maybe one with really big tits! Some white prom queen!” Jimi laughed.