Mark Reacher was a young janitor with the Westfield County School System. He often got transferred from school to school, usually going to wherever they were short staffed. While the school’s needs played a part, mostly the branch managers were happy to see him gone. They felt he was just, well, weird. He often stared at people, both students and teachers, just staring intently without hardly even blinking. He’d been cautioned about that. Mark had a mental disorder, that was obvious, but it also meant that as long as he did his job, they couldn’t fire him; disability protection was a big thing at the county school system. What wasn’t obvious was that inside, he was always scheming, dreaming up ways of getting even. Wild ideas that his twisted mind saw as totally reasonable. He just couldn’t get his body to go along with the program.
One night, at a local school event, Mark had met a couple of black guys. They’d bought him plenty of beer after they remembered he was Mr. Reacher, the janitor at the junior high school. Once Mark was good and drunk, he started telling the two young men about his great schemes. To them it sounded like rambling nonsense. He said he’d been working on it for three years now. It involves grabbing a girl from school and selling her to Mexicans south of the border, down near San Diego and Tijuana. What he could never figure out, he told them, was where to sell the girl. He laughed a drunken smirk, opened another beer. Selling girls? What?
The two black guys were interested now. One said, “Maybe, maybe we could do something together.” These two young black men, Jesse and Deon, had actually talked about something similar recently. At 20, they had no job and needed money, like anyone did. They had no real skills, having dropped out of high school three years ago. The rent was always due, the fridge was always empty. Neither wanted to sling crack for the locals; there wasn’t much money in it, but plenty of risk. Recently, while smoking a big blunt, Jesse had said why not sell some sexy white chick down south of the border to that cat house. Their Uncle Martin had told them where this cat house was in Tijuana. So, when they turned eighteen, they went there; the place needed some serious improving, that was for sure. Some pretty nasty women worked there. Deon said something to the owner as they left. The owner just shrugged. “Show me something better, me give you better.” When Jesse mentioned it later as they smoked, they thought if they could provide better girls, it could make a lot of money for them. But how? They texted Uncle Martin. He contacted the cat house owner in Tijuana. Three thousand American dollars for a fresh white teenage girl, no marks. Jesse said four thousand, and Uncle Martin said he probably would go to four, if she was right. This definitely got their attention.
Jesse and Deon had big issues still. First, how to get a girl across the border. There was an old truck behind the house; it said Mexicali Scrap Metal on it. Had a Mexican license plate, and in the back was an old fridge, door latch removed, along with a bunch of other junk. That was a non-issue if they could get it to run. But the big problem was; where can you get a young white girl without having half the California Highway Patrol live on TV shooting your black ass? Then they’d met the dummy janitor.
When Jesse had seen the janitor, it was at a school rally. They’d stopped by simply to check out the teenage white girls, but the janitor he remembered from when he had been janitor back at North High. An idea struck Jesse. He bought the man a few beers, acting like old friends. Then some more. Yep, this janitor was still a dummy alright. Jesse wanted to know if he, Mr. Reacher, had access to the girl’s locker room here. That’s when Mark had started blabbing about his wild idea to kidnap girls. His idea, even coming from a drunk, mentally-handicapped man, seemed actually pretty foolproof. More beer as Deon pressed him for more details. Deon and Jesse were amazed. Here they were thinking maybe he could open a door for them, just a wild idea, and this guy already had it all figured out! He just didn’t know what to do after he grabbed them. Man, what a dumb ass. Yet, brilliant too.
“See, I got this key to the girl’s locker room. Always do. At this school, the girls are around eleven to thirteen maybe. Some may be fourteen. They don’t have no cameras in the girl’s locker room, see? But I got a little peep hole,” he smirked, winking. He was quite proud of his peep hole. “I even got me a girlfriend there, Linda Poliski.”
Linda Poliski was a cute, attractive thirteen-year-old at the junior high school. She’d seen the janitor a few times, but had never said even one word to him, ever. Linda stood about 5’1”, weighed maybe 134 pounds. Her weight was well distributed though. When she walked through Walmart, the guys always stared, especially when she wore her short-shorts or miniskirt. As any teenage girl with a few extra pounds knows, the extra pounds almost always start out in two places- your hips and your boobs. Linda was no exception. Her dark blonde hair came below her shoulders. Linda was learning the art of presentation: the correct, tight top was essential. A short skirt a must. A little bit of lipstick always helped. Nothing that looked trashy; just enough to make people look. Especially boys. To Linda, it was still a game. After all, she was only thirteen.
Mark Reacher had spotted Linda early in the year, while mopping up the floors one day. She normally dressed very conservatively. Lately, he’d noticed she wore a skirt more often, skirts that came up several inches above the knees. Enough to get a glimpse of some luscious-looking thigh. Being late fall, she usually wore a sweater over a blouse. While great for hiding her upper assets, her 32C bra held up her young tits enough that he could tell. They didn’t know he knew, but he knew which girls in the school had big titties and which ones didn’t. He knew. He’d checked out when Linda Poliski had gym class; last period on Tuesday and Thursday. Later, he’d checked her locker twice- knew her name, bra size, address. He’d even taken a big sniff of her bra once. He could smell her alright.
Still, she didn’t fit into his dream because Mark didn’t know anyone in Mexico, so his ideas with this Linda girl remained just a fantasy. That is, until he met Jesse and Deon.
Suddenly his plan had a way to work. His mind, being handicapped as it was, didn’t see the wrong in the idea. It was a plan only a smart person could do, and he’d show them he was smart. Now, the two black guys said they could sell her in Mexico. They told him he needed to go ahead and just do it, grab the girl using his plan. They said if he did, they’d give him a hundred bucks. Wow, a hundred bucks! Mark could buy a lot of stuff at the hobby store with a hundred bucks. But he had to get going. In two weeks, he was to transfer again. One black guy gave him his number; said text him when he wanted them at the back door.
Tuesday afternoon, Linda went to gym class, using her usual locker, 247. She changed into her gym clothes, went out and played volleyball for an hour. After class they’d all taken a shower, then gotten dressed.
Mark had two spots to watch the girls from, and he often did. one was a loose brick in the shower. He could see into the shower a little bit, and actually got a brief glimpse of Linda once. Oh boy! Next was a hole he’d drilled in the wall in Linda’s locker row. He watched the girls, naked from the shower, wrapped in towels, going to their lockers. Linda of course has some trouble opening hers. They all got dressed, Linda now being last. He heard Linda yell something like “I’ll catch up”. He quickly went around to the locker room door, unlocked it and went in; just the janitor doing his job. A couple of girls were just leaving. He slowly walked down past Linda’s row. Sure enough, she was trying unsuccessfully to lock her locker. He walked up. “Here, let me help you.”
The young girl with the long hair said thank you and stepped aside slightly. “Stupid thing won’t open, so it won’t latch,” she said. Mark reached in his pocket. He had a stun stick he’d found in a locker once. He suddenly turned very close to her, catching her a little off guard. He put the stick thing against her middle. He felt it doing something, then she cried out some, or started to.
Linda saw the janitor, who offered to help her with this stupid locker. Thank God- she was gonna be late otherwise. She told him what it wasn’t doing, then he turned and suddenly everything became a blur. Some kind of electric thing was shocking her and making her muscles all tighten up. Her entire body shook. The pain was immense; she gasped, taking a big breath in, then everything just went dark.
Mark grabbed the girl as she went down, looking around. He was pretty sure she was the only one still here. He picked her up clumsily, then moved her to the back door where he’d just come in. Once through, he closed and locked it. He took her through the steam supply room to a door in the back by the outside dumpster. He opened it slowly, peeking outside. He saw a car with his two black friends. He carried her over to the back door as Deon opened it.
Deon said, “Get her in there! Get her in! Now get in! Go on, get in!” He shoved the janitor into the back, climbing in with them. He shut the door and his brother quickly backed up, then drove away. Their plan was to indeed take the young girl to Tijuana and the cat house from before. First though, being twenty and horny as fuck, they wanted their turn with her. Deon figured he’d let the dummy have sloppy thirds instead of paying him. After that, they’d have him in their control. Mr. Janitor would have to get more girls or go to jail, or worse. This was working out great.
The girl was starting to come around, so Deon climbed over and got a good hold of her, keeping her quiet. The dummy even got into it, helping him control her. About ten minutes later, Jesse pulled into a backyard, next to where an old recycling truck was parked. They got out, looking around. Nobody. They grabbed the girl from the back seat and dragged her inside, keeping her mouth tightly covered. She fought a lot, but she was only thirteen. They carried her easily off the ground, in through the back door and down into the basement.
Linda was scared to death. One minute she’d been trying to get her locker to close, the next she had woken up in this car, then got carried into some house and down these stairs. What the heck was going on?! Where was she?! Who were these people?! She struggled, fought them, but there were two or three black men holding her and carrying her into this place. At the bottom of the stairs, they dropped her to her feet, let her go. A light clicked on. She could see two black men, and the janitor from school? What was he doing here? She immediately began crying, asking questions.
“Who are you? What do you want? Let me go, you have to let me go!”
The three men stood close around her. The janitor kept touching her, giggling this sick laugh. One black man grabbed her sweater, pulling her even closer to him.
“Listen up, snowflake! You gonna take a little trip! But first, you gotta give us some.”
The black man gripped her throat until Linda couldn’t hardly breathe. He told her to stop fighting and he’d let her breathe. She stopped struggling for a moment; he relaxed his grip slightly. She gasped for air.
As he gripped her neck, he said angrily, “Now strip, bitch! Take off them fucking clothes, now!” The other black men held a knife up to her face, threatening to cut her. She stared, eyes wide, gripping the man’s wrists that had ahold of her neck. She started shaking her head.
She gagged out the words, “No! No, I won’t! No….” She turned towards the janitor. “Help me, please….”
Jesse turned to the Janitor. “Give me that stun pen, old man!” Mark handed him the shocking pen. Jesse turned back and put it to the girl. He kept giving her short shocks, again and again. She cried out, crying more and more.
“Stop! Stop! Please, stop!” Sobbing, she cried, “ok, ok, I’ll do it. Just leave me alone. Leave me alone…”
Jesse stopped zapping her. They stood there as the girl, shaking all over, slowly reached down and took hold of her sweater. Slowly, crying still, asking things like why and what did she do, slowly she lifted the sweater up and off. Mark was in his fantasy world, jumping and getting all excited.
“Take off that blouse, Linda! Take it off! Take it off!” Mark chanted at her. As she undid the buttons with difficulty, her small hands shaking as she did, he kept saying to his friends, “Wait’ll you see this! Check it out! Check it out!”
Mark turned to the young girl. “I’ve already seen you naked! Ha! In the locker room! Ha ha! “
Slowly her bra came into view. White, small, but with these nice soft breasts pushing out of it. She was young, but not skinny and her tits showed it. the three kept taunting her, making her continue to undress, grabbing her clothing as they came off. Jesse told Deon to hold them, don’t mess them up. They all paused and stared as her tits came into view when she took off her bra. Not too big, but for a girl her age, they were definitely above average. They hung down some, big brown nipples that were making all three men get even harder still. God, young girls were the best.
As Linda slid her panties down, she hoped this was all they wanted. Like that night a few months ago, when her father had come by her room when mom was gone, and insisted on watching her take a shower. He did this when she was eleven too, just starting to get boobs. Then, she thought it was just funny. This time she’d been a bit more embarrassed, but she washed really good when she saw her dad was really having fun watching her. That was fun too. This was much, much worse. She hoped she’d just get undressed, then dressed again and run home.
Once she was undressed, she stood in this basement naked, cold. Her right arm was across her chest, her left hand covered her slit and her pubic hair, or tried to. She could just cover the little bit of hair she had there now. The two black men started taking their pants off. She watched, eyes wide, as their huge, black penis popped out. She’d never seen one before, not even her dad’s. These things were like the ones in pictures, but much, much bigger in real life. They looked like a horse’s thing, like she’d seen at the horse stables one day. These men, theirs hung in a curve downward too, big around with a big, brown heads on them. Both of them had these big, hairy ball sacks hanging underneath. She stood there frozen, hoping they’d finish and then they’d all get dressed again. The janitor just stood there, staring at her like he always did in school.
Linda stood there. She heard them talking. One said he was first, and the other man said they each get one turn, then they’d be done or something. One what? Turn of what? One black man reached over and gripped her shoulder, forcing her down.
“Get down! On your knees!” She did as he said. “Now, open up, little girl.”
The young girl looked up at Deon, a questioning look on her face, her sexy young cleavage showing as she tried to cover. He told her to put her mouth over the end of his dick, told her to suck on it. He gripped her hair tight. “Now!” he shouted. Shaking, she slowly opened her lips. He pressed his dick to her mouth more, pushing past her lips. He kept pushing in; she opened up real wide to keep from touching him with her teeth. He slid along her warm, wet tongue. He stopped, told her to suck on it like a popsicle. Jesse joined in; they both started yelling at her to suck on it.
Jesse said, “work it girl, work that tongue, suck in, suck in. That’s it, suck his dick, white girl.”
Deon stood there, gripping her soft hair, going “Oooh, oooh, that’s it. Oooh yeah, that’s it baby girl. Suck it bitch. Suck my big black cock, baby girl.”
Linda had this man’s penis in her mouth. It was just too big, but he held her mouth over it. It made her gag often. It tasted terrible, smelled yucky. God it was big. She kept sucking on it over and over like they said, hoping they’d stop if she did what they told her to do. Like she had a choice, as he held her mouth firmly over his too-big penis. Her tongue licked all over it involuntarily, as saliva kept her gagging now and then. He moved his hips around some, working his thing around in her mouth as she was forced to keep it in there. They made her keep doing this for a long time, then they made her switch to the other black man. She was made to suck on his thing too, moving her head up and down his shaft as he yelled at her over and over, “Suck it baby, suck it!” She didn’t know whether to push against the man’s legs or cover herself. She kept switching, and the others kept laughing, making rude comments and touching her body with their hands whenever she stopped covering herself. Someone kept rubbing her butt with their hand. The janitor had a hand on her breast, and though she tried, she couldn’t get it off. He rubbed her nipple a lot. Meanwhile the man in front of her kept pushing himself into her mouth, making her suck on it over and over.
Suddenly the man pulled his thing out of her mouth and they forced her down to the cold, concrete floor on her back. One black man forced his way between her legs; No! No! His thing was all long, wet and hard now from being in her mouth. Suddenly he was pushing the end of it against her vagina, pushing against her soft, sensitive pussy lips. She felt them getting pushed around, then spreading, like when a tampon went in but much, much wider. He kept pushing into the youngster; her pussy lips down there screamed in pain as they were forced wider and wider apart. He slowly moved inside her; she kicked her legs furiously trying to stop him. Someone held her one ankle and leg. Someone else held one arm. He kept moving farther into her, the pain just constant. She was too young for this; she begged him to stop, to leave her alone.
“Please, no, no, no, don’t, I’m just 13! Stop, it hurts, it really hurts! Please stop, please! It hurts! I’m not old enough for this yet!”
Still, he kept pushing in, then he started moving back and forth in her vagina. She could feel her vagina insides, sliding along his huge, black shaft again and again. She felt wet inside; he moved easier now. Again and again, he quickly fucked her young body. She kept fighting as his long penis slammed back and forth in her. She could even feel his crotch hair touching her vagina when he pushed in; his hairy ball sack kept slapping against her bottom. She stopped fighting, just went limp, now just waiting for him to finish. She still fought some. She held his wrist as he rubbed her tit. She tried spreading her knees wider, but it didn’t seem to change anything. She started getting these waves of pleasure running through her. Her vagina was sometimes aching, sometimes flush with this passion feeling, raw lust. She wanted them to stop, and these crazy sex feelings weren’t helping. Linda’s body was rocking back and forth as he did her, then after what seemed like forever, she felt him shooting his goo inside her. Then the worst thing happened. He pulled out, and the other black man took over! He forced his way between her chubby thighs. Now her vagina was all wet and full of the first man’s cum. This second man pushed into her. It was easier than before, but he was still way, way too big for her little hole down there. In he went, the same pain as before returning; the same occasional feelings of pleasure too. He raped her brutally, making disgusting noises by her ear as he pounded her fast and hard. She lay still, waiting for him to finish too. When he finally did, she heard them talking to the janitor from school.
“Go on man! Fuck her! Fuck her, dude! Get yourself some!” The three forced her legs apart again; again, a penis pushed into her. The janitor starting to take her, holding himself up with one hand while he rubbed her boobs with the other. She watched him as he thrust into her over and over again. He had this crazy look in his face. She lay there, being repeatedly slammed as he fucked her very hard, very fast.
Deon watched as the old janitor turned red fucking the youngster. She was crying, obviously in pain, after having been taken first by him and then Jerry’s black snake in that tight, virgin cunt of hers. She sure was young; small too, but fucking adorable. They’d be sure to get the whole four grand for this sweet young thing. He saw the dummy really gripping her tit. He smacked him.
“Hey! Don’t damage the goods, stud!” He told him to hurry it up. The janitor started going faster, then really fast, making all these crazy monkey sounds as he savagely raped the youngster. Soon, he was shooting shot after shot of cum deep into her baby cunt.
Once each guy had taken a turn on the young girl, they made her get dressed. They taped her, then gagged her. The pulled her up into the truck bed, made her get in the refrigerator. Deon taped her legs together, then closed the door. The latch was removed, per regulation, so she could breathe. She just couldn’t do anything. He taped the door closed. They drove down to the border at evening rush hour. Their junk truck was quickly waved through. They drove into Tijuana, went to the cat house. The owner came out back, just as Jesse got the girl down from the refrigerator. He looked her over. He checked for bruises, found only a few by her wrists. Reached in and felt her up some. “She a virgin?” He asked.
“Almost,” Deon answered. Finally, the man said “Ok, three grand. I can use five more like her.” Deon argued she was worth four thousand. “If she was virgin, si, four thousand. But she not, so three thousand. You take.” The man led the crying girl away with two women walking with them. They drove home. The dummy was being transferred to the grade school next week. That meant 11-12 year olds. Oh man, they were going to make some money.