Uncle Buck

A man forms an online group and begins plotting an online show

Chapter 1: Uncle Buck

Buck Stinson was 47 years old, weighed just under 300 pounds, stood six feet tall. At 47, he was almost, but not quite, homeless and broke. He had a part-time job at the supermarket, but it hardly paid the bills in this dump of an apartment. His only diversion was his desire for young girls. He had a computer and a free internet hookup, so he was constantly jerking off to little girl pictures in the pre-teen bikini ads. His old computer had a decent paint program, so he would spend hours taking pictures of young girls posing in bikini ads, and change them into nudes.
One day, Buck got a call from his sister Karen. While they weren’t very close, he was her last hope tonight for a babysitter. It was unusual for his sister to talk to him at all- he was actually the ‘loser’ kid in their family of six. His sister had a big date (she was divorced now), and she’d give him fifty bucks to watch her kid, Kendra, for a few hours. Buck vaguely remembered a five-year-old kid. Being as Buck was practically unemployed, he quickly accepted.
What Karen didn’t know, was that recently Buck had been put on parole by the Illinois Department of Corrections. He’d been arrested for Lewd & Lascivious Acts Involving a Minor, and being as it was his first offense, he’d gotten off with just parole. What had happened was, Buck had seen a ten-year-old girl go into a rest room. He went in behind her, molested her some, but a woman walked in and caught him in the act. He’d managed to keep the arrest, hearing and conviction from his family by telling the court he had no family.
That evening, Buck rang the doorbell. A young pre-teen girl answered the door. When he walked in, what he saw was instant boner: Little Kendra was now twelve years old. She moved over by the stairs as her mother rushed to leave; Uncle Buck stood next to her; glancing down at her front occasionally. She had on an over-sized shirt, open except for two or three buttons at the bottom. The shirt, from his higher perspective, left little to the imagination- she had typical twelve-year-old boobs alright. Karen dashed out the door, closing it, saying as she did, “I’ll be home by midnight!”
Buck turned and stared at the young girl. She was about 5’ 2”, maybe 100 pounds. She moved her arms closer, trying to close the shirt some. This only made her cleavage become even more pronounced. She said, nervously, “Uh, well, um, I’m going to go to my room and study…” Kendra turned, jogged up the stairs. Beneath her shirt she only had on some small gym shorts.
Buck stared at her going up the stairs. Her legs were young, thin. Her butt looked fucking amazing. He watched it wiggle back and forth as she jogged up the steps. His twisted mind thought she was shaking it on purpose, when actually her hips were just well into puberty. His mind went blank. He knew instantly what was next. He walked to the kitchen, his mind in an entirely different world now. Without much thought, he stood in the kitchen and pulled a small Viagra pill from his wallet. He got a fancy imported beer from the fridge, washed down the Viagra. Next, he carefully got completely undressed. His mind thought of nothing, just blank as he took everything off, filled his pipe with some pot; smoked it by the back door in the cool evening air. He closed his eyes and thought about those little girl tits he’d just seen. That bare skin in her open shirt. His cock was getting bigger by the second. He replayed her going up the stairs; her tight, young girl butt wiggling as she did. He rubbed himself some.
When he finished the pot, he set it down, reached to the cupboard and pulled down the olive oil. He poured some into his palm, then rubbed it on his cock, still hard from his earlier encounter with Kendra. Twelve-year-old Kendra. Those tits appeared again to him. He was going to see those tits of hers; those twelve-year-old tits. He stroked his big cock now, deciding it was big enough and hard enough for this. He turned, walked slowly to the stairs and up to her room, slowing stroking himself as he did; even rubbing his ball sack with oil.
Kendra sat on her bed, headphones on, listening to a book for her homework, writing a composition at the same time in her notebook. Suddenly the door opened next to her; Uncle Buck walked in, creepy Uncle Buck, and Holy Shit! He was completely naked! Kendra stared wide-eyed; mouth open. He turned towards her. She quickly sat up straight as he did, skidded backward. He grabbed her arm; she yelled, “Hey!”, but he quickly slapped her, once, twice, four times hard across the face. He shoved her down onto the bed, gripping her neck as he did; still gripping her one arm tightly. Kendra struggled to get a breath of air, grabbing at his arm on her throat.
“You be quiet, Kendra. You be quiet. We gonna play a little game, called Strip. Now, I’ve done my part. Now you do yours, or I swear I’ll fucking tell your mom what a slut you are.” As he spoke, he kept clutching her neck tighter until she couldn’t breathe at all. Then he suddenly let her go, raised a hand. She cringed backward. He grabbed her again, yanked her up from the bed. “I said, strip.”
Kendra was shaking now, starting to really tear up. Her face stung from the strong slaps. Why was her Uncle Buck doing this? What was he going to do? She saw him holding his iPhone, either taking pictures or recording it as video. Did he just want to take pictures? What a freak! Suddenly, he grabbed her shirt; yanked her very close. “Ah said strip, girl. Now strip, or I’ll give you the beating of your life.” He raised his hand; she cringed back some again, legs tightly together, eyes still wide with fear. Slowly, her whole body shaking, slowly she undid the two buttons on her shirt and then slowly eased it off. Her small boobs were out there now; she covered herself with her arms.
“Now the shorts, kid.”
Slowly, Kendra took off the shorts. As she did, he asked her if she was indeed just twelve years old. She slowly nodded yes, kept asking why he was doing this. The moment she got her shorts down past her hips he pushed her back down on her bed; grabbed her legs with both arms, lifted them up, pulling her close to his fat, naked body. She screamed some, but he slapped her again. She got quiet. She couldn’t help but notice his fat dick; there was something shiny on it. Some kind of oil maybe? With his hands, he grabbed her shorts, yanked them the rest of the way off of her. She now lay by the edge of the bed, naked, her legs up high, his thing now gently touching her vagina. She’d never been naked in front of a boy before, definitely not a grown-up. She felt helpless, nude in front of this very fat man, her own Uncle Buck. Oh God, was he going to rape her? Oh my God, he was! She began screaming, “No! Uncle Buck, no! I’m only twelve! Uncle Buck, no! Don’t! Please….”
She felt his hand, slick and oily, reach around between her legs and rub her ‘down there’. He got this oil all over her vagina opening; it was so disgusting, his fingers touching her lips down there. She kicked and yelled, but he held her legs tight. He moved his hand, grabbed his big fat sausage thing and she felt him press it against her vagina hole. He held her right thigh tightly, close to her hip so he could keep her close to him. She squirmed, kicked, hit him with her little girl fists, but he just kept pressing himself against her vagina lips. His one hand was busy pushing his penis into her. She kicked her left leg about, but on the edge of the bed she couldn’t push against anything. Suddenly, she felt her vagina begin to open up. NO! Nobody had ever touched her there. Nobody had ever put anything in there before. She’d only tried a junior tampon a couple of times. Her pussy lips started spreading slowly apart. Oh God it hurt! She started to scream; he quickly took his oily hand and slapped her across her face again. “Shut the fuck up, kid! Just take it, girl!” He pushed into her, now gripping both thighs with his arms as he pushed in; first an inch, then two, then four. Oh God, it hurt. As it slid it, it got more and more painful. She was certain she couldn’t get that big thing of his in her; she was just too small. She was only twelve!
“Please, stop. Uncle Buck, it’s too big, it hurts, it’s too big, it hurts, it really hurts….”
Buck watched as his cock slid slowly into that incredibly little bald pussy of hers. The camera was on the shelf by the bed. He hoped it was pointed right. He lifted her left leg slightly, making sure the camera could see his cock going into her. Slowly, he slid deeper into the young girl. She kept whimpering, mostly just staying very tense and trying not to move as he went to work on her. Once he felt like he was at least halfway in, he started fucking her. In and out, he fucked his little niece with short, slow strokes. She was so little! As he did her, she cried, gritting her teeth in pain, occasionally whispering out a “Please, stop Uncle Buck…” When he sped up, she started grunting with every thrust into her. It was so cute. Her little girl titties bounced around as he pumped her little girl twat faster; she really looked young and small laying there like this. He did her for a long time, just in and out, fast, deeper, again and again. Sometimes he’d run a hand up and down a leg; from her ankle to the very top of the inside of her thigh. Sometimes he’d put his hand on a small breast; he’d rub it, squeeze it, rub that nipple. He tried to French kiss her, but his stomach was too big and she was too short. He just pounded on her young pussy until he suddenly felt himself pulsating, cumming in her at last. He pushed in as far as he could, trying to press his body against those little pussy lips, felt is cum filling her. With the Viagra still working, he just kept right on fucking his niece. Little Kendra. Little twelve-year-old Kendra. Uh! Uh! Uh! He’d spent a lot of cum, but was still hard as a bat.
Kendra lay there, her body being roughly slammed back and forth as he raped her. He molested her body everywhere; he was really breathing hard, sweating profusely. He seemed to be really struggling, yet he kept slapping his fat body against her again and again. She felt him shoot his cum into her, just like Mrs. Hendricks as explained it would happen in PhysEd class last year. It was warmer than she thought; there was an awful lot of it, too. She thought he was done, but Uncle Buck just started again. As fast, as deep, as hard as before, he kept thrusting that big sausage-like thing into her aching vagina. She could feel every fraction of an inch of it as it slid back and forth inside her. The head of it, the flared part, it really rubbed along the wall of her little vagina. She was aching from the pain, but she also felt this weird feeling of pleasure a little bit, too. Just her body reacting to the sex act, she thought to herself, eyes clenched closed, hands gripping the sheets. She lay there, unmoving, as her Uncle Buck continued to rape her. She kept making these grunting sounds every time he thrust himself into her; her young body pushed back and forth again and again. Finally, she felt him slow down, then pull out of her. Her vagina ached. He let her go. She quickly turned, pressed her legs together, crawled away, pulled her covers up to cover her nude body; shaking, crying. She watched as Uncle Buck, staring blankly around, picked up his iPhone and then just left. Just walked out without saying a word. She heard him go downstairs to the kitchen, start doing things. She heard the TV come on. Like it never even happened. She lay there crying, clutching her crotch, so sore. She thought about the questions. Her open shirt, what the other kids at school would say. What he said about telling her mom. She finally decided she’d say nothing. If Uncle Buck kept quiet, then she would too. But she’d never even so much as look at him again.

Chapter 2: The Room

The men were a part of a private online group, formed by Buck on SpyChat in 2000. It was just a month after he’d raped his niece, while he was still on probation for the lewd acts with a minor offense. At first, he only had one other person show up in the chat room, a member named Chet. Chet and him often discussed their fantasies, especially those related to sexual fantasies with younger girls. One day, he told Chet about how he’d raped his niece. Showed him the video, too. Chet was more than impressed. He wanted to make more videos. Chet felt this sort of thing could make them some money. Then one day, a third member showed up, then there were five, then someone got the word out and suddenly they had 32 members. It was a private group. Every member needed a reference while Buck checked their background. No police spies here, only friends of friends. And most of these were perverts in their own way. One day he’d posted the video for 2 hrs. Everybody in the room viewed it. Everyone wanted more.
In ten months, they had grown to 150 members. After a lot of private message discussion with Chet, Buck decided on a contest. People would pay a one-time admission fee for the event. Buck would tell the group he’d do a video of another rape, but the membership would pick who. That was the contest. If you won, it would cost that member $10,000. Chet said they should aim high- some of these pervs might have some serious money. For a one-time admission fee of $200, you could watch the rape as it was streamed live to the chat room. If anyone wanted to save it, they had to record it themselves. The live feed itself wasn’t saved. Safety was paramount.
The discussion time came, and in their private chatroom ideas were everywhere. Buck actually thought the $10,000 figure was way too high for perverts; he had doubts anyone would bite. Then, sure enough, in about thirty minutes a member named Mack posted a picture of his daughter. Mack suggested his daughter Brittney, just turned 14 last week. Yes, he was serious; his own daughter. Yes, he had $10,000. Just PM him as to where to send it. Everyone voted. She won by a landslide.

Chapter 3: Brittney

Mack had first noticed his urges towards his daughter when she turned 11 and started to develop her young breasts. He knew he’d have to have her one day. He’d fantasized, jerked off to her pictures many times. When he found this chat room, he knew he was getting closer to his dream.
Mack, in a private chat with Buck and Chet, had requested a black man go first on his virgin daughter. Then he’d go second. They held a drawing, and a young black thug won by paying $2000 and supplying the Viagra and some crack. Mack told Buck that his daughter attended Maryville Junior High. She often cut through the woods on the south side to her subdivision. Their home actually backed to the school property. He said Brittney finished band practice at 4PM; would probably walk through the woods around 4:30. It would be mostly dark by then; this time of year, it was getting dark earlier. Soon she’d have to follow the road, so time was short. Maybe a week he thought they had.
With the target now selected, and with the payment made, Chet and Buck first picked the location for the show. It was a new sub-division under construction; Chet actually worked on houses there. He knew which were almost done, which would be open still. In the back there was nobody around for blocks, with woods behind. He chose Friday so the workers would be leaving early. They’d prep the basement quickly. Cover the windows; set up heaters and a mattress, set up some spot lamps. The basement would muffle any screams. The covering of the windows, the space heaters, the mattress; they brought all that ahead of time. When they were done, nobody would know they’d ever been there. Friday came. Notifications had been sent; fees paid.
When everything was set, Chet and Buck went to the woods and waited for the girl. She’d shown up alright, just like her father said she would. To their surprise, she had a friend with her; a younger girl. They’d grabbed both, stuffed them in their minivan and raced to the house. The second girl was just dumb luck. In the garage, the girls were dragged out of the car and pushed inside, then downstairs into the basement.

Chapter 4: The Show Begins

Brittney had been walking home from school through the woods that Friday as darkness approached. She’d walked with her neighbor Susan, ten years old. “Come on,” she’d said. “Don’t be scared. I’ll protect you.” Then, two men had grabbed her and Susan, forced them into a car and driven them someplace unknown. They hadn’t had time to run or scream or anything; the men pointed knives at them, then picked them up and dragged them to this car nearby. They’d driven away, forced to lay under a blanket. Later, the car stopped. They were pulled out, crying, constantly asking questions, constantly being told to shut up. They were forced from the garage into a vacant, nearly-completed home still under construction. Forced into the basement. The two girls found themselves alone with four men, all of them wearing ski masks.
One man was a young black man, who looked like some sort of gang member. Another was an older man, average in size. Unknown to Brittney, this man was actually her father. Another man was much older; he had old-man skin but a strong build (Chet). He also looked and smelled like he hadn’t had a bath in months. The fourth man was about six feet tall, a big fat guy. He must have been 300 pounds. He looked dirty, too, ragged. Long, stringy hair, shaggy, unkempt beard.
The basement had black trash bags taped over the two windows. A mattress lay on the floor. Three spot lights lit the area. It was cold; being October, the only heat came from two space heaters nearby. The girls were shoved onto the mattress, told to stand there together; not to move. They stood there, holding each other tightly, shaking in fear. Oh god, what had she gotten Susan into?
Sharon Tinsdale was fourteen, just two months ago her birthday. She stood about 5’ 3”, weighed maybe 110 lbs. She was definitely well into puberty; her breasts were well into development for a fourteen-year-old. She had shoulder-length hair, big glasses, a dress that had a blue top and blue-patterned skirt. An adorable figure and a cute face, she was the hottest young girl three of these men had ever seen.
The cameras were turned on. Brittney was terrified of what might happen next. It could be just pictures, or more… She cried even harder, clutching Susan to her. Brittney kept sobbing, “Leave us alone! What are you doing! She’s only ten! Leave us alone!” The fat man finally said her,
“You, girl, you Brittney?”
She nodded slowly, surprised he knew her name. “How old are you?” he asked her.
I’m, I’m, I’m only thirteen, I mean fourteen, but look, she, she’s only ten…..”
The fat man turned to Susan. “How about you, little girl? What’s your name?” In the chat room, 150 members watched live, everyone recording it, everyone was probably jerking off to it, too. Slowly, Susan mumbled through tears, “Su, Su, Susan….”
“And how old are you, Susan?” he asked. As he did, he slowly removed his long, black leather belt.
“Ten,” she whispered. The man turned to the camera. “Susan. Ten years old. Brittney. Fourteen.”
He turned back to the girls. He snapped the belt hard at them, just barely hitting them. They screamed again, crying loudly. “Now, take off them clothes, girls. Go on, take them off. Now!!” he barked. They stood there, shaking their heads, no.
“Please, no, we don’t want to, please, just leave us alone….” Brittney cried.
“I don’t want to! I want my mommy!” the younger girl sobbed.
The fat man whipped them hard again. Ow! She and Susan both screamed again. It really hurt!
“Stop! Stop!” She cried. Her thigh stung from it. The other men started all chanting, “Strip, strip, strip, strip….”
She knew she’d have to, but she couldn’t get herself to start… the fat man smacked Susan with his belt. Whack! Susan cried out in pain, jumping behind Brittney as much as she could. The men kept chanting, “Strip, strip, strip…”
Brittney started to get undressed. If she didn’t, she knew he’d hit Susan again. Or herself. She didn’t see any other way. She sobbed, shaking, tears running all down her face. Slowly, she eased her hands down, away from Susan, down to her dress. She slowly moved her shaking hands behind her, with difficulty managed to unhook and unzip the zipper in back. Then, she slowly pulled the top of the dress down each arm. As her naked arms came out of the sleeves, her bra came into view. So did her cleavage. Darn this old bra! Darn these boobs! Her too-small 31A bra was now pressing her young breasts together, making a big cleavage that she could see them all staring at. She kept looking down, but the fat man told her to always look at them; never look down. “You look away, you get the belt again,” he’d said. She had to keep staring at them as she slowly got undressed. Every time she looked down, the man would snap his belt; crack! Brittney slowly let the dress slide down, exposing her bra completely, then her young stomach. Slowly, she eased it down lower. Her underwear came into view. She let the dress slowly slide to the floor, stepped out of it as they all kept chanting, “Strip! Strip!”
With Viagra and crack, plus some high energy drinks, bourbon, beer and some pot, each man could stay hard for three hours or so. That would be plenty of time. The show was promised to stream live for two hours. Brittney didn’t know that this was being streamed live to a large audience online in a private room. Almost 150 members now, and each paid $200 to watch, a one-time membership fee. She would be assaulted by each of the four men; four times in her vagina; four in her bottom; four in her mouth. There would be a few extras, a lot of molesting and an extra pussy fucking by the black man from behind.
Her neighbor Susan would also get their attention; considered by the men to be a freebee bonus. Ten-year-old Susan would, in fact, get the exact same attention that fourteen-year-old Brittney received. All this, in about two hours and twenty minutes. It was now 6 o’clock.
Brittney finished taking off her dress. The men got silent, while the fat man said, “The bra next.” Slowly, Brittney undid the bra and then removed it, trying hard to keep her young breasts covered. Then the fat man demanded she give it to him. Slowly she handed it forward. He grabbed it. Brittney stood there trembling, covering her chest, completely naked except for her underwear. She felt like she was getting in the shower, except here it was cold; the lights glaring. These four scary men were standing all around her, staring at her. She was just fourteen; this was a nightmare.
He told her to take off them panties of hers next. She covered her boobs with her left arm and hand; used her right hand to slowly pull down her white underpants. Maybe all they wanted was just to see her without her clothes on. Maybe… This was embarrassing; her body now completely nude; her left arm across her chest; her right hand covering her little vagina. All these terrible men staring at her; little Susan standing next to here, sobbing, “Leave her alone! I want to go home! Stop it! Stop it!” Susan stared at Brittney; she’d never seen Brittney undressed, and Brittney had a much older body than she thought she had.
Brittney was very aware of them staring at her as she had to keep looking at them. He bare bottom was out there for them all to see. She kept moving one hand from her vagina to her butt, back to covering her front again. The fat man made her look at him; told her to put her hands on her hips. Slowly, hesitantly, she did, exposing her young teen girl body to these four men in masks. Then she noticed the black man was getting undressed! Oh god, what if he made her, you know, touch his thing…. She stared; eyes wide.
Brittney watched as the fat man started talking to Susan. He told her the same things; made her get completely undressed, right there in front of everybody. She was so short, so small. She had no boobs at all (lucky her!). She had a cute little girl butt, long, thin legs, thin thighs, a skinny little ten-year-old’s body. She stood there, covering herself, trembling as much as Brittney, crying, “I want my mommy!” she kept saying over and over. Brittney kept crying, “Please, leave her alone! She’s only ten! Leave her alone!”
The fat man and the other men made both girls do things. They made them raise their arms up and dance like ballerinas. As they did, all the other men got undressed. They all took pills, drank beer, smoked something in a little pipe. They tried to make the girls do that too, but they gritted their lips; they wouldn’t do it. They made Brittney stand there and rub her boobs with her hands. With the cold air, her young nipples were very firm, very big. They made Susan watch her do that; then made Susan do the same to her own flat chest with the hard nipples. They were both crying. The men were saying all sorts of disgusting, unrepeatable things. Brittney begged them to leave Susan alone.
The fat man told Brittney to lay down on her back on the mattress. She thought to herself as she looked around with scared eyes; “Oh no, oh no, no, no, please, no, don’t….” Slowly though, she knelt down and got down on the mattress. She had to. She was cold, naked, in front of four scary men….
Finally, one man made Susan come behind her; made Susan hold Brittney’s wrists above her head. They made her grip them; told her she’d better not let go, then snapped the belt again. Then the black man, stood over Brittney, stroking himself with his hand, his big, enormous, brown, shiny penis standing way out straight in front of him. She couldn’t stop staring. She’d never actually seen a man’s thing before. This, this was ridiculous. This was way, way too big for her. She kept saying, over and over, “No, please! Don’t! Please, no! It’s, it’s too big, it’s too much! I can’t! I’m only 13! I mean 14! I mean… No, don’t….” She saw he didn’t have a rubber thing on, like the others were putting on. Oh no, what if she got pregnant? Maybe she was too young to get pregnant… Oh god, no, please, no….
Suddenly, one man grabbed her left ankle, then another man grabbed her other ankle. They pulled her legs apart, far apart, wide, very wide. Her little vagina was wide open. She had hair down there now; not a lot, and all above her vagina lips. A little bush it was. She fought them; she felt her sister holding her wrists, crying. She couldn’t stop them. She couldn’t pull free from Susan of they’d whip the little girl, these bastards. The black man came closer, knelt down, leaned over her, kept saying things like, “Oh yea, baby girl, you’re all mine. Little white girl, you’re mine, girl, I’m gonna show you what a big black dick feels like…” He kept stroking himself as he got closer. She stared at his face, at his dick, at his face, back at his hand stroking himself. Weren’t guys supposed to wear a rubber thing on it, for protection? She’d heard that from Mrs. Hendrix, too. This man didn’t have one on.
The head of his penis was big, very dark maroon colored, flared out more than the rest of the penis, forming a blunt end with a slit in it. The rest of his monstrous thing behind it was almost black, and just scary looking with veins and all. There was this fat, nut sack at the very base, and a big bunch of black crotch hair. Her eyes were wide open having never seen one before; she kept crying, “..no, please, I don’t want to….no, no, no, no….” His thing looked way, way too big.

Chapter 5: Losing Virginity

Brittney felt him start to push against her down there. Oh god, he was right there. He rubbed it around; pushing her pussy lips around; making everything wet and slick with some kind of oil he had on himself. OK, he was much too big; she didn’t think it was possible for him to get into her little 14-year-old vagina, right? I mean, nobody had ever been in there before, ever. The black man was a younger man; like 21 maybe. He had a gold tooth. He had big muscles, tattoos. He was very dark colored, his hair done in some sort of shape. He kept glaring at her though, with ravaging, hungry eyes; a sick grin on his face. He made her keep looking at him. Brittney felt him start to push against her down there; a very long push. She squeezed her muscles down there as tight as she could, but she couldn’t hold it forever. She took a deep breath and held it as she clenched her muscles. He chuckled like he was waiting for her to take a breath. She gasped for air once when he suddenly grabbed her breast; her muscles relaxed for an instant, and suddenly he pushed into her. Her pussy lips started to spread apart. It felt like he was ripping her open down there! She started screaming, “No! It’s too big! It’s too big! I can’t….” She screamed as loud as she could from the pain, but the man suddenly planted his big lips and mouth over hers. Her glasses got pushed about some. He kept pressing into her down there; my God, it felt like the handle on Dad’s mallet in the basement- big, hard, long. She’d once held it, wondered with some embarrassment if a man’s penis was like that. Then she’d glanced at her Dad’s pants in the basement and turned red. This man attacking her, he felt a hundred times bigger.
The black man kept pushing in farther, then more and more still. She screamed into his mouth as he pushed his squirming tongue in between her lips; into her mouth. He started humping her; moving his hips back and forth, making his thing go in and out of her. Never all the way out. Then push in, then back, then in again. He did this at a fast, regular pace. He was raping her. She was having sex. Again, again, again, again. She gasped quickly, breathing hard yet labored. She could just get one breath in every time he went into her, but only if she took a gasp very fast. One man circle around them holding a camera. It finally occurred to her that she was being gang-raped, and they were filming her being gang-raped. They would all take turns. Her vagina was afire, the pain was excruciating. She looked around with frightened eyes. Every man was watching, rubbing their things with their hands. Susan let go of her wrists; they just made her watch then. Brittney tried pushing the man off her, but he was much too big. Susan was covering herself and crying, kept saying “Leave her alone! Leave her alone!”
The black man kept working his tongue inside Brittney’s mouth as he raped her. She was being raped, oh my god. Oh my god. By a powerful negro. She kept struggling, but could hardly move. In and out he went, lubricated by the oil. He boobs were bouncing back and forth as he slammed himself into her. This was sex, and it hurt like crazy. She could feel his ball sack down there hitting against her bottom. Oh god, he was actually getting that monstrous thing of his all the way into her. She arched her back, trying to make him stop. His balls kept hitting her bottom cheeks. His tongue was all over, inside her mouth. She hardly noticed the hand still molesting her boob.
Brittney lay there, just enduring it, unable to fight anymore. She waited with eyes crying, gasping for air, grunting with his deepest thrusts into her vagina, or her ‘cunt’ as he called it. He kept saying “Take it girl, yeah, take my black dick in that baby cunt, white girl…” Her young body was slammed back and forth as he kept ramming himself into her, her fingers gripping the mattress, her legs held wide, unable to move as he pounded into her again and again and again.
After what seemed like forever, the black man suddenly pushed in and held it in, pressing deep into her. She could feel his penis pulsating; liquid seemed to be coming out. Oh God, he was cumming in her. What if she got pregnant?! Finally, the man got off her. She lay there sobbing, pleading, praying it was over. It was actually just beginning.

Chapter 6: Daddy’s Turn

Brittney was next raped by a second man. He made her kiss him like the other man did; he also sucked hard on her breasts a lot too; licking her neck, her chest, her stomach. She recognized his cologne; it seemed familiar somehow. He moved lower; began to lick her incredibly sore vagina opening. He then moved up and she felt him push his own penis against her. She screamed, crying “No! No! Not again! Please, don’t!” The man just pressed himself into her. Soon, he too was humping her, like the last man. Again, she just lay there, waiting for him to finish, except for trying to stop his constant molesting with his hands. What Brittney didn’t know, was the man presently raping her was in fact, her own father. This online group he’d found had been just what he needed. He stroked himself as they made her strip; kept at it as the gangster thug raped his little Brittney. Just enough to keep himself rock hard. Like the other men, he’d also taken four Viagra’s, then smoked some pot and drank a few beers.
Now it was Daddy’s turn, and he was slamming his rock-hard cock into his daughter as fast as he possibly could. Watching her bounce all over as he did her was the best. He told the others to let her go. She started to struggle some, but she was now pretty worn out from constantly struggling. He pumped a full load of cum into her tiny twat as she cried, begging him to stop. He gripped her arms, slamming into her very hard, very fast with brutal force. Her beautiful, young legs sometimes thrashed about; it only made the men even more excited. The hand-held camera got a lot of close-ups; her pussy getting raped; her mouth being kissed, her breasts bouncing all over. Brittney was very aware of just how big her breasts were now. Usually, they were in a bra or something. Never just out there, getting bounced about so much. Her nipples made her twitch hard every time one rubbed against the man’s chest.
Next, Buck took his turn, making her get on her knees and elbows and fucking her little cunt from behind. As he did, her father moved up, put his cock to her young mouth and made her start licking it all over, including his nut sack. The black man thought he should go first, but another man said something into his ear that Brittney couldn’t hear. The black man’s eyes got wide, he said, “No shit!” then just laughed. She wondered what that was about. At the moment thought, Brittney was focused on being raped a third time, while she was forced to move her tongue all over this man’s uncovered penis. She had to touch him with her tongue all over; it was beyond gross. Then the two men finished. The fourth man did her with one very brutal attack from behind. Her breasts, now hanging downward, were squeezed really hard. The man who had his penis in front of her was now getting down, under her chest and the man raping her pulled her up by her hair. The man put his mouth on her bouncing breast, sucked long and very, very hard. He licked her nipples furiously, molesting both of her boobs, while the man brutally raped her vagina from behind. The black man knelt in front of her; forced her to put his huge penis into her little mouth. Then, they finished, finally.
The black man stood up, held his still-slick cock in his hand, knelt down behind her and pressed himself to her young asshole. She cried, tried to stop him, but they all jumped on her, held her face down on the mattress as the black man began to brutally sodomize her bottom. The pain was so intense she could hardly even cry out. She could feel every single inch of his huge dick pushing in and out of her. It hurt even more than her vagina had. He was especially hard and rough on her. Then another man did the same thing; pounding into her little girl ass again and again and again. Then another man; then another. She was in shock by then; not able to hardly speak, just sobbing, mumbling for them to stop, to leave her alone, to stop hurting her.
Next, they dragged her over to a metal support pole nearby; handcuffed her arms around it. She was naked, cold, shaking from the multiple assaults upon her young body. Then the worst happened. The men turned their attention to her younger friend Susan. She screamed for them to leave her alone.

Chapter 7: Susan Gets An Education

Susan was forced to kneel down. They stood around her; holding their big, fat penis’ out towards her. Susan knelt there, shaking, eyes wide, crying, unable to move, even speak. One man stood in front of her; the black man. His penis was almost as big as her; it was brown, with a big, flared end. It was all shiny; probably from raping Brittney. But, but, there was no way she could do this… she was only ten, she was too little, they were all too big. The black man held his thing with his hand, held it up to her face. Quietly, sternly he spoke.
“Lick it.”
He took his cigarette, touched it to her shoulder, burning her. Susan jumped back, but couldn’t move far with these grown-ups standing close around her. She did manage a whimpering scream. He spoke again.
“Ah said lick it girl. Lick your tongue up and down my big, black cock.”
Susan didn’t want to get burnt again, for sure. Slowly, slowly she stuck her tongue out a little. She hesitantly leaned forward, then touched his thing with the tip of her tongue. She shook hard when she did. It was so freaking gross. All these grown-up men started telling her to do this, do that.
“Lick it like a lollipop, girl!”
“Lick it, lick it all the way up and down!”
“Hold it! Hold it with your hand, kid!”
The black man gripped her hair slowly, then pulled hard. “Use your whole tongue, girl. Lick it, lick it, all the way down to my balls, little girl…”
Susan slowly pushed her tongue out as far as she could, then slid it along his warm, wet, smelly thing, her eyes closed, until she bumped her head on his body. He lifted his thing higher.
“Lower, girl. Keep licking it…”
Susan slid her tongue farther. It was huge around down here; then she felt his ball sack as he forced her face lower. Her tongue touched it, she tried to move back. He forced her to lick him all the way back up to the very end, right to the very tip of that head. The black man forced her to do that several more times. Then one time, he turned her head, said,
“Open that little mouth of yours wide, kid.”
The other men were all making lewd comments as she was forced to pleasure this one grown-up. She did, like she was at the dentist. They made her keep her eyes open now. Everything was a blur from all the tears. Then the man put his thing right between her lips. She tried to turn away but he was still gripping her hair tight, making her turn back. The fat head went between her teeth; she didn’t dare bite down. He went in a little; most of the big, ugly head went inside she thought. She gagged; choked. He held it there. She struggled to breathe; then he actually tried to push in more. He managed to get in a long way, until she felt it actually starting into her throat. She couldn’t breathe; she was about to pass out. He pulled out suddenly; she took a big gulp of air. She breathed hard a few times; then he pressed in again. He repeated this for a long time.
Eventually, Tyrone stopped. He was ready to fuck this little white girl now. He forced her to turn around, get on her elbows. That cute little butt of hers was up higher now. He forced his way between her thin legs; forcing them apart. He took his now very slick cock and put it right to that little girl twat of hers. Man, you could hardly even see it! Just follow that line down, just below her asshole; oh yeah, there it is. He pushed her little, puffy pussy lips around.
She was screaming now, begging them, “Please! Don’t! I’m only ten! I’m only ten! No! You can’t! I’m too young! I’m only 10….” She thought they just didn’t understand. Ten-year-old girls can’t have sex. Her mother told her that last year.
Susan was trembling, crying, eyes closed again as the black man put his thing against her private place down there. He rubbed it around; it felt warm; slick. She felt him press between those little lips down there. Oh my, they had just done this to Brittney. Were they going to do the same to her? She starting crying, “No! No! I want my mommy! I want my mommy!” She gasped; tightened up her muscles as tight as she could as she screamed for him to leave her alone, but he kept pressing against her. She struggled some. Another grown-up knelt in front of her, grabbed her hair; put her face to his penis. He started yelling, “Open up! Open up!” As she did, like before, she felt the man behind her start to slide into her down there. Just a little; it was the most painful thing she’d ever felt. He pushed in a little more; the men cheered. She screamed, somewhat muffled by the fat penis in her mouth. The man in front of her started to slide in and out some. Then the man behind her started to do the same thing. It hurt; it hurt so much. She couldn’t breathe; her nose was running, making it hard to breathe at all. She just couldn’t believe a grown-up was putting his thing inside her, and way inside her too. Again and again, he kept on and on. The pain got so intense, she finally stopped moving; just let these men use her, rape her, her body being forcefully pushed every which way. She felt a hand rub on her chest.
As the black man raped her, she wondered how could this even be happening? She wasn’t big enough, she was sure. The school said she was too young; everyone knew she was too young. These men must think she’s older. She kept gasping out, in the brief moments when she could,
“Please, I’m only ten…” He must be just tearing her apart inside. It felt like it! Her young body slammed about as her did her, though she had stopped resisting. Then, the man behind her pushed in deep; she felt him squirting his stuff into her. He pulled out, but then another grown-up man got behind her and started doing the same thing again to her. The man in her mouth started shooting his goo into her throat; she began to throw up. He moved, then they forced her over onto her back. They made her open her eyes again. The man who had been having sex with her started again, from on top of her now. She kicked, screamed, but one man leaned down and began to French kiss her little mouth. It was so gross. His tongue was so big and fat; her mouth was forced open though, and he pushed inside. She felt another hand running up and down one leg slowly. The man raping her grabbed her other leg; forced it over, kept raping her. When one man finished raping her, another would start. Always, hands were all over her body. She always had someone’s tongue in her mouth. Again, and again and again they pushed themselves deep into her. Feeling their big penis’s going back and forth in her little vagina was very painful. She could feel every bit of it as it pushed back and forth inside her down there. She couldn’t believe they were getting in at all. Every thrust into her made her grunt, cry out, gasping, flailing about in a vain attempt to ease the pain. With the sweat and cum in her, these men were moving in and out easily now. Yet every thrust through her pussy lips, stretching them farther than she could ever imagine was possible, felt like an impossible size being brutally forced into her. Her young body slammed back and forth as they thrust into her. She felt them hit the bottom of her vagina; there was no more room. She screamed.
They couldn’t get in all the way; it wasn’t physically possible in her young cunt. When the fourth man finished, they pulled her up, made her suck on naked cocks until they were hard (which didn’t take but a few minutes). They dragged Brittney over; made her lay down. They made Susan lay down on top of her; her face in Brittney’s chest. They forced Susan to suck on Brittney’s tits, using her tongue mostly. Then they took turns on Susan’s incredibly tight asshole. Though it was surprisingly tight, they could actually get balls deep in her this way. Their balls slapped her pussy as they took turns raping her, whipping her, making her suck on her older friend’s nipples.
For the next half hour, each man did his own thing with either girl. Buck rubbed his nut sack all over the younger girl’s chest and face. The black man raped Brittney again, looking like a crazed ape as her attacked her brutally. Then he shifted to the younger girl, savagely attacking her too. Mack kissed his young daughter a lot; played with and sucked on her tits a lot. He sucked on them as the black man ravaged her. Finally, after 2 hours and twenty minutes, the lights went off. The girls were made to dress. They were dragged to the car, forced under a blanket, driven for a while and then kicked out by the path where they had first been kidnapped. The video made the men rich.

Chapter 8: Tyrone / Lust in the Hood

On his way home, Tyrone, was feeling pretty good. He’d just banged two little white girls seven times. He thought he was worn out, but during the drive home he popped two more Viagra’s and burned a little weed. Suddenly, he was rock hard and ready to go. One thing Tyrone always did was to take care of his urges. Right now, he wanted him some more white teen pussy. He exited into Brookfield, a high end, white neighborhood. He had to be careful here. He stood out alright. But it was only 8 o’clock, and he cruised the mall parking lot in his BMW. It was his lucky night alright. He saw a Mercedes Benz SUV park. Four people got out: Two adult white women and two younger girls. They looked like their daughters maybe? Sisters? Just before they were about to enter the mall, one girl suddenly turned, saying something to her mom, then ran back towards the SUV. Tyrone moved over near the same place. He saw the car lights blink. The girl ran by ahead of him, reached inside the car looking for something as he pulled up quietly.
Sharon Tillman dug around in her mother’s car. Suddenly she found it- her gift card for Starbuck’s. She stood up, locking the doors. She stepped back and closed the door, turning back to the mall. Instead, she bumped right into some man standing right behind her! She jumped back, very startled by this dark shadowy figure standing beside her. Suddenly, something hit her very hard, square in her forehead. She fell back, landing on the ground. She was dazed, couldn’t think; couldn’t see; couldn’t hear anything except ringing. Someone pulled her up; she stumbled up. She was quickly rushed forward and suddenly she felt herself getting pushed into a car! She started to struggle; hard to do when she had almost been knocked completely out by a hard punch to her head.
Tyrone shoved the girl into the car; grabbed the duct tape from the floor. Always be prepared. He quickly taped her wrists together behind her, then jumped in front and quickly drove off. He exited the mall through a back way, going nice and easy. The girl was moaning now, starting to come around. He got on the interstate quickly and drove down to the hood.
On the way, the girl started yelling, asking questions. He turned, put his shiny .22 semiautomatic pistol to her face. “Yo, bitch! You sit there and keep quiet, or I’ll blow your mutherfuckin’ face off! Now get down on the fucking floor!” He wacked her with the gun once. Slowly, she did what he said, crying, asking why, please just let he go. In about twenty minutes, he pulled into an alley behind his crib. He parked, got out, looked around. All quiet. He reached in the back door, pulled the girl out. He slapped her once hard; “You stay quiet, girl, or I’ll fucking kill you.” He didn’t care if she saw him or not. He was just another nigger to her; and he was big bad Tyrone.
Sharon got pulled roughly into the back door of some building. Inside it was old, a nasty, dirty looking place. She heard loud rap music. In a hallway, they knocked on a door. Someone inside said something, the man holding her said, “Yo, dog, open up.” The door opened. Inside, a black man, quite large and fat, stood back, staring at her. She got shoved into the room. The man holding her said to the other man, “Dog, I got us some entertainment for tonight. Check it out.” He let the girl go. The music was loud. She stood there, trembling, looking at these two black men. One was shorter, but quite fat. He had a fat head; kept staring at her. The other man was young, slimmer, a lot of muscle it looked like. They both looked like gang members.

Chapter 9: Schoolgirl Sharon

Sharon was seventeen years old, a junior at St Mary’s Catholic School. She, her younger sister Sarah, her mom and her aunt had gone to the Galleria to do some shopping. Sharon stood 5’ 4” tall; weighed 117 lbs. She still had her school uniform on; black shoes. Black skirt that came down to about mid-thigh. A white blouse, a matching blazer and a red and blue tie. She had long, straight, light brown hair. She was relatively inexperienced sexually still. She’d had a boyfriend last year, at summer camp. They’d made out a lot; he’d even felt her up some. But she never went any farther. They’d broken up over the winter when Mom found out.
Sharon’s body was well past puberty. She definitely had breasts; 33B actually; that was apparent no matter what she wore. Her legs were still fairly thin; her thighs were almost touching now. She had a fat butt she thought; in reality, it was actually very sexy; very little girl cute. The fat man looked at her with dark sunglasses on. He said,
“Where’d you get this piece of white meat?”
“Found it at the Gallaria,” the younger man said, arms crossed across his chest; leaning back, looking at her with dark sunglasses on too. He barked at her. “What’s your name, girl?”
“Sh, Sh, Sharon. Please, just let me go, please. My mom will be looking for me….”
“Shut up!” he barked again. “Hold old are you, Sharon?” he sneered.
:Sev, sev, seventeen. Please, can I go now, please….”
The younger black man took one step closer; ran his hand down her long hair. “Sure, girl, I’ll let you go. I’ll even drive you home. But you gotta do something for me first.”
Sharon shook as he touched her hair. He ran his finger down her arm. She looked at him, questioningly.
“What? What do I have to…? What do you mean…”
The black man leaned in close to her face, licked her ear. She grimaced, turned away.
He whispered in her ear, “First of all, take off that skirt, that jacket and that blouse while my friend takes a few pictures is all. Then I’ll let you go. Even drive you back to the Galleria.”
He stood back, crossed his arms again. “Well, get going, bitch! We ain’t got all night, fuckin’ cunt!” She winched when he called her that. She’d never been called that name before. She awkwardly moved her arms around, confused; she asked,
“You, you, you want me to do what?” as she cried, sobbing.
“Take off that skirt, little girl. Right fucking now.” He showed her the gun. The fat man held up an iPad camera. Slowly, Sharon reached to her hip, unhooked the skirt and slid the zipper down. Slowly, hands shaking, she lowered the skirt lower, pausing at her knees.
“Keep going, all the way,” the angry man said. She let the skirt slide down, then stepped out of it. She stood up, put her hands over her white panties.
“Now the jacket, then the blouse,” he said sternly. The fat man spoke. “Yeah, and you keep looking at the camera, girl. You don’t ever look away from the camera, got that? Heh heh heh….” They both laughed. She looked at the camera as she slowly removed the jacket, set it down, then took of her tie clip. She tried to undo the buttons on her blouse. Her hands trembled; she couldn’t get even one started. She was breathing really hard, really fast now, panicking. The man stepped closer, said,
“Here, let me help you with that.” He grabbed the top of the blouse, then violently jerked both sides open, tearing the buttons off; they flew all over. He stepped back again. “Keep going,” he said.
Slowly, she eased the blouse off. She tried to keep it in front of her, but he made her hand it to him. Now she stood there with one arm across her size 33B bra, the other hand over her panties. She kept trying to turn, but they made her keep looking at the camera. After a while, the black man said, “You didn’t do so well. You took too long; you didn’t smile like you were liking it. So, you gotta do some more now. Understand? You gotta do more girl. You gotta show us them titties of yours. And that little girl bush you got there, too. Come on, white girl. Show us them titties of yours.”
He slapped her once hard. Slowly, Still being forced to stare at the men, she slowly reached behind her and undid her white bra. She eased it off; he reached for it so she had to give it up. Her boobs were totally exposed now; she kept both hands over them. The man said, “Let’s see that little bush too, girl.”
Slowly, with one hand, she reached down and slowly slid her panties down. As she did, she was crying, sobbing, pleading with him. “Please, no, don’t, please, I want to go home, please…” Slowly, her little brown bush came into view. Not a lot, just above her pussy, it was really fucking sexy to watch. The panties accidently slipped from her hand; dropped to the floor. Sharon stood there, left hand over her vagina; her right arm across her chest, her hand cupping her left breast. She kept begging them to stop. “OK, I’ve done what you said, now please, take me home now, please…”

Chapter 10: Sharon Becomes a Star

The fat man spoke. “Ah’s thinks this girl’s a natural. I’ll bet we can make her into a star.”
The younger man looked at her. She stared back with pleading, crying eyes. “Let’s do it then,” he said.
“Get the camera, Dog,” he said to the other man. The fat man moved around, picked up a bigger video camera, pointed it at her. She saw some green lights come on, the lens zoomed in and back towards her. The other man spoke to her sternly.
“Get on them knees, girl.”
Sharon slowly did, crying, saying “But you promised, you promised you’d take me home….”
“You should be thanking me, Sharon! I’m gonna make you a star!”
“But, but, I don’t want to be, please…” The man dropped his gym pants. He had nothing on underneath. He had a huge cock, a really, really big one. Not that she’d ever seen one before; just in pictures. But this was a foot away from her face, and it was huge. Her eyes went wide; she kept breathing fast, almost hyperventilating, scared to death. He held his thing, held it to her mouth.
“Suck on it.”
She shook her head, closed her eyes, turned away. He slapped her once; she kept her face turned. The man said to the fat man, “Maybe we should smoke her up some first.”
The fat man replied. “No, the video is a lot better if she’s awake and alert. Worth a lot more. Not all drugged up.”
The man standing in front of Sharon turned to her. “Well, Sharon, you heard the director.” He gripped her jaw, hard. “Now open that fucking mouth bitch, or I’ll give you a fucking beating like you’ve never seen before.”
He let go of her, put his cock to her lips. The fat man reminded her, “Keep looking at the camera, sweetie. That’s it.”
Slowly she opened her mouth a little. The man grabbed her hair, pulled her head towards him, mashing his gross cock into her lips. She hesitated for just a moment, then shakingly opened her mouth more, looking at his dick and back at the camera. In he went; she felt him against her tongue, rubbing the top of her mouth. He moved in, back, in again. She struggled to breathe, taking a breath every-time he slid back. Once, he held her in close, pushing in farther, until he actually was into her throat some. She began freaking out; she couldn’t breathe at all. With all her crying, her nose was running and she could hardly breath through it. Now she couldn’t even get that. Then he pulled back, just before she thought she would black out. He assaulted her mouth like this for a long, long time. She cried constantly.
Eventually, he pushed Sharon down onto her back, forced her legs apart. He quickly put his dick to her virgin pussy; only Robert had ever touched her there, and only once last summer. She felt the same arousal, but this time it was a terrible black man raping her. She felt him push himself against her pussy lips; she squeezed her thighs together as much as she could. The fat man kept moving around them with the camera. The man on top of her grabbed her left boob; squeezing hard when he did. She gasped, relaxed her muscles for just a moment, and suddenly she felt him going into her. She arched her back, kicking, screaming, but into her he went; a little, then a little more, then still more. She struggled hard; he grabbed her arms and held them down. He planted his fat lips on her mouth; began to French kiss her, muffling her screams. This was nothing like last summer. This was brutal, forced on her. He began to rape her; thrusting back and forth with long, fast, hard thrusts into her seventeen-year-old vagina. She felt her hymen for only a moment; he went right past it; her virginity lost. He went deep into her, the pain was intense now, growing. He was really slamming into her. His body slammed against her crotch; his hair pressing against her own down there. She felt something touch her bottom; oh god, his balls were bouncing against her bottom now. Oh god, he must be all the way into her! She was gripping the carpet now with her fingers; his tongue deep in her mouth as he kept raping her vagina.
Eventually, Tyrone felt himself shooting a big load into her little teen cunt. He let it shoot in deep; then, his dick still hard, he went at her again. He raped that little catholic schoolgirl all over again; she cried and begged for him to stop. After he felt himself cum a second time, he got up. He took the camera from Dog, then Dog got undressed. Tyrone made her get up on her knees again. Dog stood in front of her; told her to suck him till he cums. Tyrone focused the camera in close on her trembling lips, as she leaned forward under his stomach and began to suck the man’s cock. He wasn’t hard yet; but Tyrone knew that Dog could get plenty hard when he wanted to. Slowly, she worked on his dick. Tyrone roamed around her body with the camera. He focused on her gorgeous tits flopping around; then moved down to her feet. He did a close-up of her leg, slowly moving the camera up to her bent knee; then up her nude thigh. He rubbed her ass with his big hand as he recorded it. He went up along her back, then down to her sucking on Dog’s dick. Dog was pretty big now; she was struggling to take him. He kept saying, “Faster, girl, faster, faster!” She was going fairly quickly; his balls being held by one of her little hands as the other hand pushed against his leg. He got a good shot of her sucking him off with her tits bouncing in the background. Then Dog pressed in, held her face close, his cock well into her throat. She struggled, unable to breathe again. Dog shot a big load of cum into her teen throat. He slowly eased out just before she passed out.
The two men reviewed the video as she was made to keep sucking on the fat man’s dick. Satisfied, they told her to get dressed. She quickly did. He dragged her outside, threw her in the backseat of the BMW and drove off. Lying on the floor, crying, aching, shaking uncontrollably, the car suddenly stopped. “Get out, bitch!” the man yelled at her. She sat up, jumped out, looked around. The car drove quickly away; she was in the parking lot of the Galleria.