Chapter 19: Parole Work

Ron Masters and his friend Leon lived in a poorer neighborhood. When his drunk neighbor got arrested (again), Ron, the kindly old neighbor, had offered to take care of his fourteen-year-old daughter Janice until her relatives could arrive for her, something the police readily agreed to. With his friend Leon, Ron had raped young Janice for several days, then sold her to a Mexican bar owner. The two men reported her to the police as a runaway.

In the past two years both men had managed to get themselves arrested again on petty larceny charges. Leon got out first, then Ron. Back at the house (something Ron had inherited), they knew they had to get jobs and pay their bills, or their parole could be revoked.

Now it had been two years since either guy had been properly laid, and Ron and Leon were tired of talking about their little Janice memories. They both wanted another girl; a new girl. With their Mexican bar connection, they always had an out they figured. Selling her to the Mex’s got them $800. The two figured if they sold two girl a month, they could make the parole board happy by paying their bills on time. A friend from the Walls hooked them up with his brother, a guy who owned a shop and would give Ron and Leon papers saying they worked there. For ten percent, he even gave them fake paychecks.

After getting out of county jail, Ron and Leon went to the local library. Logging onto a computer, they began their search. Local schools, especially those with 7th to 10th grade. They printed a map, marked all the places they might get lucky. It wouldn’t be easy. One white teenage girl going missing was a big thing in this suburban city. If several began disappearing from the same area, Ron & Leon would be cooked. So, they needed a car. Gas, registration fees. So, they got a minivan, with dark tinted side windows. More of a ‘rental’ from an old grad.

The first place they looked was their local neighborhood. There were a few girls they saw. They followed one home from the local QuikTrip store. She went into an old apartment building, into a downstairs apartment. They decided to stake out the place for an hour, as the sun had just set. From across the street, behind a dumpster, they sat and watched. They found some bread in the trash, ate that. Suddenly, the same girl came out again. She went up the street, destination unknown. This is where you prepare.

They got the minivan, parked it facing down the hill, on the same side as where the girl had walked. They left enough room for her to easily walk by. They opened the side door, sat there smoking.

A good hour and a half later, just as they were about to give up, Ron saw her coming down the sidewalk. There was only one working street light. Both men knelt down in the back of the minivan, lights out. Leon was closest to the door, ready to spring. Hearing her footsteps, both men tensed, then the girl walked by on the sidewalk, staring at her iPhone. Leon leapt out, barely having one foot on the ground before wrapping his hands and arms around her head. He rammed into her; she stumbled forward. He grabbed her head, his main job being to keep her quiet. Quickly he punched her face two, three times hard. Ron grabbed her around her waist, picking her up.

“Christ, dude, don’t beat the shit out of her! I want someone good looking, not all beat up...” They picked her up, moving quickly into the shadows again. In the alley they put her in the back of the minivan, Leon staying with her, keeping her quiet. They had to drive only a few blocks over. There they got her in through the back door. They were cautious; near as they could tell, no one had seen them. They took her downstairs. Years before, Ron had started working on his “hobby corner” in the basement. Not a big room, he’d lined it with old mattresses. It had taken a few years, but today it was his play area. A bed, a chair, some lights, an old camera. He’d played music really loud, then gone outside and listened. Nothing. Dead quiet. Perfect. They put this girl down on the floor and let go of her. Neither of them had yet to get a good look at her. She jumped up, immediately began telling them to let her go, backing away, looking around. She held one hand against the side of her face where Leon had hit her.

This was the first time they’d seen her clearly. She looked to be maybe seventeen. Short, brown hair. Nice boobs and butt it looked like. She had on jeans, an old t-shirt and a jacket. The two men just stared. Ron asked her what her name was. Roberta she said. Roberta Jackson. Ron asked how old she was. She stammered back, “fourteen, I mean fifteen. I just turned fifteen Saturday...” Ron stared at her. Cute face, but no Galleria Queen. Very little make-up, simple hair. The two men moved closer. One reached up and turned on the camera.

Roberta stood there, shaking, scared shitless. She’d been caught completely off guard, and now was in some room in some house in some basement with mattresses everywhere. She of course demanded, then begged them to let her go. They just stared back at her, two creepy, older grown-ups. They asked her a few questions about her age and her name. They kept moving closer. She could hardly talk she was shaking so much. She had to try. She suddenly made a dash for the door between the two men. They easily shoved her back against the padded wall. Her mind was blank. What to do, what to do ... One man; he told her to get undressed. No way, no way, she wouldn’t do that. She shook her head, refusing, saying, no. The other man pulled out a big knife, held it up in front of her. “You get undressed or I’ll do it for you, girl!”

Roberta stood there in the corner, these two scary men in front of her. She couldn’t go anywhere; she could hardly even make a sentence. Slowly, hands trembling, Roberta eased her coat off. After setting it on the floor slowly, she debated what to take off next. She started undoing her jeans, got the button and zipper open, then changed her mind and began to remove her t-shirt. Her bra, it would be like a bikini top is all. She eased the old t-shirt off slowly as the two men made all kinds of lewd comments. She may be just fifteen and from a poor family, but she had some pretty nice boobs for her age. Enough to make some really nice cleavage. Now, in her thin bra, they were even more pronounced. He nipples were clearly visible. Her bra was holding some seriously nice tits, and obviously they were well aware of it.

Next, Roberta eased the pants down, slowly. She stepped out, folded them, began asking if that was enough, can she get dressed now. They said no, all of it. She slowly eased her thumbs into her panties, slowly slid them off. Her young girl bush was completely out there for them to see. She tried turning, but they seemed even more interested in her butt. Roberta covered her bush with her right hand, then reached behind her and unhooked her bra with her left. Slowly, with one hand she eased it off, gripping it in her little hand. She covered her boobs as best she could, crying, begging them to let her get dressed now. She kept reminding them, “You can’t do this! I’m only fifteen! You have to let me go!”

Ron was impressed. This girl was barely 15, plain but with a smoking hot little girl body. She was sexy short, didn’t weight much neither. He would demand a grand for her. She was pure, white; the all-American girl next door for sure. He finally spoke to her. “Now, take my clothes off. Right fucking now, little girl. With both hands.”

Leon watched, laughing, as the young girl eventually lifted her hands up to him. She took off Ron’s coat as Ron stared at her young tits, then Ron made her take Leon’s coat. “You undress both of us,” he said to her. She took off Ron’s sweatshirt, then Leon’s too. She managed to eventually get Ron’s pants off. She finally got Leon’s off next. As she tried to cover herself with her arms, she ended up just pushing her breasts together, making even more cleavage. Her nipples were getting harder too; they both saw that. Ron told her to take off his underwear with her teeth, to put her hands behind her back. As the two men watched and laughed, the young naked teen struggled to get ahold of their underwear with her teeth, then pull them down to the floor too. Each of them helped their semi-erect hard-on’s to bounce on her young girl face.

The moment the two were undressed, Ron grabbed the girl and pushed her backwards onto the bed. She fell across it; he grabbed her legs, holding them up by the edge of the bed, exposing her pussy to him. She struggled to block him, but Leon grabbed her arms, held them over her head. Ron held one leg up over his shoulder, his arm around her soft, luscious thigh. He grabbed his dick with his other hand, then pressed it to her young pussy. It was a small spot, hardly noticeable except for her little girl pussy lips, just below her hair. He spit down there a few times, finally got himself started into her. She was tight alright, but as he pushed in, it seemed like she wasn’t a virgin. No hymen that he could feel.

Roberta had lost her virginity only two years ago on her thirteenth birthday, to her cousin Marvin. They’d been smoking some pot out in the garage, then Marvin had forced himself on her. While it hurt some, it was erotic alright. This time though, it was anything but. She lay on this bed, completely nude, the one man holding her leg up high, pushing himself into her vagina. She struggled, but the other man held her, too, making it hard to do anything. She screamed, but they just laughed. “Go ahead, scream,” he’d said. He said it made him want to fuck her even more. Into her vagina he pushed himself, his big penis sliding deep into her. He began to move back and forth, causing her body to react and get all wet down there. Back and forth he went, a little easier now, thanks to her own juice. It reminded her of Marvin somewhat. She lay there, waiting for him to finish. She couldn’t do anything; she couldn’t stop them. As she lay there taking it, the man grunted loudly as he thrust himself deep into her again and again, slamming his hips roughly into her crotch, the full length of his entire penis seemed to be pressing into her. Again and again, he kept doing her, making her body rock back and forth, making even her grunt as he pounded into her again and again. He gripped her breasts, massaging them, rubbing the nipples as they got even more erect. He grabbed both legs, held them both up high, slapping himself against her upper thighs as he savagely raped her. She cried constantly, begging him to stop. She did let him though. Roberta thought it was better to, like Marvin, let him get it over with. Any encouragement just made him finish quicker. When she felt him cum inside her, he backed out, but then the other man quickly took his place. He did the same thing, though he got up on the bed, kneeling by her pussy, holding her legs up and apart as he entered her. He began pounding himself into her, again and again, endlessly it seemed like. He vagina and pussy lips were alive with sensations; they may have been enjoying it, but she sure wasn’t. This man was all over her as he raped her. His hands and mouth were all over her body. He made her French kiss him; it was so gross. He got his mouth over her breasts as he continued to slam back and forth into her, sucking very hard on each breast and nipple. They were stimulated, but it was painful at times too. Eventually, he too came inside her. She just knew she was pregnant now for sure.