Chapter 1: Crazy Nights

Mark Getz and Richard Lorenzo were two homeless men who were, as usual, on the run from the law and countless parole officers. The county and the state wanted to put these two nut jobs in the mental penitentiary for a long time. Problem was, the state could never find the two.

These two hillbillies were about as typical a redneck as any redneck could be. They were also both severely delusional with violent tendencies. They had been to the Medical/Phycological Disorders Center in leu of the main prison on two previous occasions. Their most recent trouble had been when they got in a big fight and broke up a bar in West Beach because some locals had objected to their advances on their girlfriends. Today, the two had somehow managed to get bond with promise-to-appear papers. Even their court-appointed attorney was surprised. Now the two were no where to be seen, or found.

They were always hungry, always stealing from homes and dumpsters near the woods. Their attorney sat in her bed that night wondering who would suffer tonight for the judge’s ruling. She knew these two men. They wanted just two things: food and sex. She had called the county sheriff who had already heard, and they’d been keeping an eye out for them, hoping for any excuse to bring them back before a different judge.

It was just after midnight. Mark and Rich moved up behind the house. Expensive looking place, lots of decorative lighting. The place looked quiet. They checked the garage. One SUV. Almost certain someone was home. Before coming over here, they’d shared a joint and talked about how fucking horny they were. Now as they tried the doors, they both had the same idea. Food and sex, they wanted, needed both. The sliding doors to the kitchen slid open silently. They both crept in. Mark whispered to Rich, “OK, like we talked about. First, I mean, first we have to see if the parents are awake. I mean wake them up, tie them up. Then wake up any kids. Tied them up. Then we, ah, we’ll...”

Rich said, “We’ll decide then. See what we got. Heh heh heh!”

They had a bunch of ropes they found in a shed down by the railroad tracks. Some old rags too. “Remember, keep them quiet...” Mark whispered. They set off through the kitchen slowly, down the hallway. Single story home. Two hallways. One seemed to lead to an office and dining room. Another looked more like bedrooms. They went to the first one as quietly as they could, Mark leading the way. The door was already mostly open. They could see two people in a big double bed. Mark turned his head to Richard, held up two fingers. “Parents, I think. I’ll take the one on the left. You take the one on the right.” Richard nodded. He was tensed up, excited. He hadn’t done anything this exciting in a long time. He could hardly wait.

They moved forward, Mark to the left while Rich went to the right. He grabbed the man laying there on his back, his face had one of those breathing things on it for sleep apnea. He grabbed the man’s neck with one hand, then wham! Wham! He punched him hard in the face twice, then once hard just below his ribs. The man gasped, choking, eyes wide. Richard held his neck tight so he couldn’t talk. After the third punch, he grabbed a rag from his left pocket and jammed it into the man’s now open mouth. Surprisingly, he didn’t fight very much. Rich grabbed some rope and tied his wrist to his other wrist, told him to stay quiet and nobody gets hurt. He turned to Mark. Mark was doing pretty much the same to the man’s wife. Even in the dark bedroom, Rich could see this woman was built. In a sexy way. Nice blonde hair; some kind of silky nighty on.

With the two secured, Mark told Rich to stay and keep them quiet while he went to look for others. He went to the next room; opened the door. A small office. The next room he found a girl in bed. She was a teenager, thin. He’d simply grabbed her, waking her. He punched her once in her face and twice in her guts. He turned on the light as she gasped for air. He gripped her neck tight, whispering to her angrily to keep quiet. He tied her wrists together, then took her to the parent’s room. He went down the hallway again. At the second door on the left he opened it, heard a girl’s voice ask, “ ... Daddy?” He grabbed her up, a younger girl, took her to the parent’s room despite her objections.

In the parent’s room, Rich was just finishing tying up the first daughter. They tied up the younger girl, then Rich again watched them while Mark ransacked the house, looking for anything of value. He got $20 from one girl’s room, $4 from the other girl’s room. He found the wife’s purse with $118 in it. He checked the freezer briefly- he saw a big frozen pizza. He set the oven to 450 degrees and went back down the hall.

The family watched in fear from the bed as one man kept turning the bedroom light off and on, again and again. He thought it was humorous. Then the second man came back and the lights came on and stayed on. What they saw was two terrifyingly ugly men with crazy eyes. They smelled bad. Old, ragged clothing. Their hair was long, ragged and filthy. They both had scraggily beards. Their skin looked filthy. Two crazy-looking men with crazy eyes and scary grins. Obviously, they wanted to rob them, or so Mrs. Martin thought. Scared shitless for sure, Daisy Martin thought at first this was just a robbery. She was sitting up in bed, wearing her pink nighty shirt and lacy panties, all obvious with the lights now on. Her husband Grant sat up next to her, obviously having a hard time breathing. He’d been in an accident at work and had a broken left leg in three places. Just home from the hospital, he needed his oxygen machine for his new sleep apnea issue as he lay there at night trying to sleep with his entire leg in a cast. Daisy knew he couldn’t do anything to help here. Their two daughters sat on the bed with them, just as scared as she was. Janice was just 17. Pretty blonde hair, about 5’2” tall and maybe 110 pounds. She had on her pajama top and bottoms. They were loose enough to hide her incredibly cute figure. Her sister Jessica was just fourteen two days ago. She had on just a t-shirt, and from the way she kept pulling it down, Daisy figured she didn’t have any underwear on underneath. Her long, brown hair always looked good, even when messed up. Jessica was about 4’11”, 100 pounds. She had a skinny young girl body, with hardly any breasts at all for being fourteen. She looked much younger.

The one man asked how much the other man had found. He said just over a hundred bucks. “Shit, they owe us more than that. Violating my indiscriminate inalienable rights by making me have to tie them up. They owe us.” The other man agreed. The two stared at Janice, grinning that evil grin. Janice moved back on the bed slowly, closer to her mom.

For Daisy and Grant, this surprise home invasion had just turned ugly. It now seemed obvious they wanted to sexually assault their daughter. Daisy wrapped her arms around Janice, while Grant tried to be threatening. The two grabbed Grant and lifted him into his chair while yelling at the others to not move.

Grant found himself in his wheelchair, arms tightly tied to the armrests with one of his shirts tied around his mouth as a gag. Daisy and the two girls were made to stand and push him to the family room, by the kitchen. He stopped in his usual place. The three stood in front of him. The two men began giving them orders. If any of them didn’t do it immediately, they’d whip him with a length of rope. Jessica had to go around and turn on the room lights while Janice had to go turn on the gas fireplace. They made Daisy turn on the TV. They made her go to the internet, then Mark searched ‘porn’ and clicked on the first site that came up. A pretty nude young teen appeared on the big screen tv, undressing.

Mark and Richard sat on the edge of the couch, making the daughters sit on the floor in front of them. Daisy had to stand in the middle of the room. Mark jumped up, went to the kitchen. He opened a couple of cabinets and pulled out a mostly full bottle of bourbon. He grabbed the frozen pizza, tore it open and threw it in the oven. He went back in the living room, but stopped next to the crippled father. He glared at his wife, took the big steak knife he’d got in the kitchen and cut the woman’s hands free. He then took a long drink from the bottle. He glared at her some more, then breathing harder and faster until suddenly he said in a very constrained, angry voice, “Why are you still dressed, lady?”

Daisy stood there in shock, not sure what to say. She sure wasn’t going to get undressed for this man. “Wh, wha, what...?” was all she could stammer out. The other man on the couch by her daughters said loudly, “He said strip, bitch!” Everyone jumped when he did. Then Mark turned and punched the father hard in the gut. His breathing became even more difficult. He glared at her, growled, “I said strip lady! Take them clothes off right now.”

Jessica watched the man yelling, threatening her mother. They wanted her to undress! Dad was right there watching, but he was all tied up. Her and Janice were sitting on the floor scared to death. Mom stood just a few feet in front of them on the carpet. The man had punched dad, then a second time until mom said “ok ok...”. Jessica sat there kneeling on the floor, her night shirt pulled down to her knees, hiding her body as best she could. These men were so creepy. They kept staring at her and her mom and her sister. She tried hard not to look back. She didn’t know what to do. She was the youngest, only just fourteen. She knelt there, shaking, terrified, waiting for this to end. She kept hoping they would just leave. Just leave.

Mark and Richard watched the wife begin getting undressed. She was a real beauty. Mid-30’s maybe. Big breasts alright. Nice hips, slim legs. Gorgeous hair. Plus, she only had on this pink nighty. Mark stared as she slowly lifted it up and off of her. Her breasts stood way out, nipples big, already getting erect some. Slowly she bent over slightly to remove her panties, making those prominent tits stand right out even more so as they swayed about.

Once Daisy finished, which seemed way too soon, she stood there with one hand over her vagina and one arm across her chest. She thought for sure they were going to rape her now. She wondered how she could stop them. But instead, the one man was giggling this sick laugh as he told her to pick one of the girls. She stared back confused. Pick one? Why? What for? He suddenly jumped up and yelled “Pick one!” He then turned and punched Grant hard in the chest. Grant groaned, gasped. Daisy pleaded, “Ok! Ok! Uh, I, I, I don’t know. Jessica, I guess.”

The man turned to the girls. Slowly it became clear who was Jessica. Jessica just stared at him until he told her to get up and go stand by her mother. The young fourteen-year-old did as he said, hustling over by her mom quickly, standing in front of her naked mother. Then the man told her mom to strip her. Her eyes got even wider. No! Not her! No! She covered herself, gripping her t-shirt, crying “No!” over and over again. The man turned and hit her father again, this time in his face. Jessica was crying, pleading, begging the man to not make her do this; to stop hitting her father. The second man punched her father again. Her mom told them to stop, then said to her she was sorry, but she has to do this. Slowly, her mom took hold of the bottom of her t-shirt. Slowly she pulled it from her young grasp and lifted it up. Immediately her vagina, virgin and only slightly hairy now, was there for everyone to see. Her arms came up as mom pulled her shirt up and off, slowly. She at first could feel the room air on her exposed, naked butt. Then her breasts could feel the cool air in the room. Her nipples immediately reacted, which she hated but couldn’t stop. As soon as she could she covered herself like her mother. Luckily, she didn’t any breasts yet to cover.

Mark quickly dropped his pants, pulled off his old t-shirt, shirt and jacket. He stood up and moved beside the two naked women. They crouched back. He then leaned in close and said slowly, clearly, “Watch what the other girl does.” He started that hideous giggling again. Rich moved beside the father, now holding the knife to his throat. Mark grabbed the older daughter and made her stand. She did, shaking, crying. He asked her what her name was. She told him: Janice. He asked how old she was and she told him she’d just turned seventeen. She also pleaded for him not to hurt her family. He told her to stand in front of the fireplace. On the TV, the next teen porn video was playing. Mark told this youngster to dance in front of the fireplace and strip. “Do it slow, and real sexy like,” he snarled, grinning.

Mark was crazy alright. In fact, right now he wasn’t even thinking about raping this young girl. His twisted mind was more focused on seeing how much he could make her embarrass herself in front of everyone else. And making everyone watch was the best part! Right now though, she was just some young girl in cotton pajamas standing in front of the fireplace, hands gripped together, shaking in fear. Mark glanced at the mother and sister to make sure they were watching. The mother was yelling through her gag at them while the younger one looked away, crying. Mark’s violent temper took over quickly as usual. He hit the woman across the side of her head. “Shut up!” he yelled. He spoke angrily at them both, grabbing the young girl’s arm. “You two just sit here quietly and watch, you hear me?! If I ever look over and you’re not watching or keeping quiet, my buddy’s gonna cut dear ol’ dad. Got it?!” He slapped the younger girl across her head, turned back to the first girl. “I thought I told you to strip little lady?” he snarled. He spoke to Rich as he stared angrily at the girl. “Show her what happens when she doesn’t obey.”