Chapter 6: The Little One

Maria Sanchez lived in a very Latino area of Los Angeles County. She lived with her two brothers, yet only for one reason: She had nowhere else to go. She had no passport, no driver’s license, no money. So long as she cooked and cleaned for her two brothers, they let her stay for free. She liked living in the United States. The brothers let her do what she wanted, but life with Hernando and Pablo was hard. The two men were both gang members in their late thirties, fairly overweight and always, always drinking the beer. They would get loud and violent, so Maria stayed away during most evenings. Being their sister, also overweight herself, kept them from sexually abusing her. For that she was thankful. She never dared dress up. Her brothers, though, they could be very cruel. Very terrifying. They would sometimes get drunk, go out, come home with some young girl. Always some young girl it was. Never anyone their own age; just some little kid they’d grabbed someplace. Mostly latino girls. A black girl once. Several white girls. The young redhead had been especially young.

Maria hated it when they did that. She’d yell at them to stop, but soon she learned that only made them angrier. She had to keep up with her chores while they had their fun, or it was back to the Mexican onion fields and dirt-poor poverty. She remembered the first girl. A very young catholic school girl, latino. They’d raped her for over an hour, then took her away. Today, they had this white girl, in shorts and a tank top. She had long, blonde hair. Skinny legs. She was dragged in with a rag or something tied around her face. She struggled but they dragged her into the living room. From the kitchen, Maria watched. The poor girl looked to be maybe 16 or 17 years of age. She was terrified; eyes, wide, struggling to keep these two drunk men away from her. Hernando and Pablo dropped her on the couch, then hit her several times. Maria winched. She’d been hit a few times herself. The girl stopped struggling as much. Pablo quickly pulled her shorts and panties off, while Hernando pulled her top and bra off. “Eas pobre chica,” she thought to herself. That poor girl, she thought. The youngster was naked now, fighting still, but Pablo had her legs apart, making rude, disgusting sounds as he worked his mouth on her young vagina. Hernando was French kissing the young girl as Pablo pulled his pants down, his intention more than obvious. Maria kept washing the dishes. She looked away, heard the girl pleading, making grunting sounds, struggling, then a scream. She could tell from her painful screams that her brother was now raping her.

Kathy Mitchell lay there, naked, hurting everywhere, one man kissing her while holding her face with both hands. She gripped his wrists, but couldn’t stop him. The other man, he was doing something down between her legs with his mouth. Kathy had been riding home from school activities class when these men had knocked her off her bicycle, then forced her into their truck. Kathy was barely fifteen years old, long brown hair and a very cute figure. She was a hottie alright. About 5’8”, 125 pounds. Average build.

Now, only a short time later, Kathy’s knees were pushed far apart. Suddenly she felt his penis pressing against her vagina. Holy shit! “No! No! No!” she kept screaming, struggling as much as she could. She felt it pushing against her, then slowly slipping into her. Slowly, painfully, her pussy lips were forced apart, pushed open wide, wider, then wider still. In went this huge, warm sausage-like dick of his. He kept pushing in, even when he hit her hymen. He just pushed harder, then suddenly he popped right through. Her whole body spasmed with that. He started to hump her, moving back and forth inside of her. She felt two things mainly. First, 90% of it was the pain from her vagina being stretched so much, tearing it for sure it felt like. Then there was the 10% flood of pleasure, this sinful feeling that came from his thing moving back and forth inside her. The more he did it, the wetter she became, the more the pain was less and the pleasure more. Mostly though, it was painful agony, her body being rammed back and forth on this couch as her raped her hard and fast. The pleasure was just a small part of it, but it certainly did help confuse her even more. Was she supposed to feel like this? Kathy felt them rubbing her breasts with their hands. It felt rough, but her nipples felt different somehow. Mostly, she just lay there as this man lying on top of her kept raping her. His sweat dripped on her; the smell of alcohol on his breath as he furiously thrust into her. Her vagina inside was all excited; damn it! Her pussy lips were still hurting in pain. Again and again, he pounded into her until finally she felt him flood her with his cum. She could hardly believe it when the two men changed places, and the other man began to rape her again. She saw a woman standing in the kitchen, watching. She reached towards her, pleading, “Help me, help me...” The woman just shook her head and turned away.

Maria remembers when they’d finished abusing the young girl. They’d dragged her out and came back later without her. They never discussed it later with her. She never asked about it. About a week later, another young girl was dragged through the door. A young Latino girl, pretty, long dark hair, quite small. She heard Pablo questioning her; heard them say “Fourteen! You only fourteen-year-old, little girl?” Maria’s two brothers began to attack this one too. As she made dinner, she could hear the young girl crying out, begging them in Spanish to leave her alone. One time she cried out especially hard. Maria looked up, saw Pablo doing her, doing her in her ass it looked like. Those boys, they were bad alright. Pablo was slamming himself back and forth into her. She was struggling, trying to get away, but she was so small and they were so much bigger. Hernando held her upper body; Pablo gripped her young hips. Her legs flailed about, as Pablo’s big penis moved in and out of her like a hammer. Maria could hear him slapping against the little girl’s butt over and over as he raped her, shoving the full length of his cock into her tight little girl ass. Soon, he finished. Then Hernando turned her over and began to rape her vagina as she lay on the couch on her back, fighting with those little fists of hers. She was constantly crying or screaming; Maria knew the pain. Once she looked over and saw the girl staring at her; laying there, being rocked violently back and forth as Pablo raped her. Her eyes were pleading, begging Maria to help her. Maria just shook her head and went back to rolling tortillas.

Truth was that after Pablo and Hernando had their turn on a girl, they’d then take her straight over to an address on 114th Ave. From there, the girls were inspected, cash was exchanged and the girls were then taken to the basement. Every week, about eight girls from around the region would take the ride in the truck, south to Mexico. Maria didn’t know this, but she knew they were doing something illegal.

A few days later, her two brothers went out again. Maria knew what that meant. Sure enough, the two came back later, dragging a young girl with them. She’d lost count of how many girls now. This girl was different. She looked like an Americano; young, clean, well-dressed. Young for sure, but she had big breasts for her age. Maria knew that was not a good thing for her.

Sally Mathers was walking through the parking lot of the Galleria one minute and suddenly being held down on the floor of some car the next. Sally was sixteen, but a small sixteen. Standing only 5’ tall, she weighed 110 lbs. She thought she was ‘chunky’. Others said she could lose a couple of pounds, but for the most part her few extra pounds were in all the right places. Her short skirt and silk blouse only accented her looks. Right now, she was terrified- who were these men? Where were they going? Ew! She was getting some kind of grease of her expensive blouse! As she yelled and screamed, she also added, “This is silk, you know!”

The car stopped eventually. Sally was pulled out into a garage, then into a house. A woman was working in the kitchen. Some old man sat on a couch smoking a cigarette. The two men dragged her into the living room, then told her to strip. No fucking way! Instead, Sally started yelling back at them, telling them they’d better let her go right now ... Wham! One man punched her hard in her face. She stumbled back, fell against the wall, knocking a picture down. She went down to one knee. Everything was a blur. Hands grabbed her, pulled her up. She stood with much difficulty. Again, they said “Strip! Banda!” She instead just stood there, not wanting to do anything except leave. Suddenly, another punch to her face. She fell to the floor again; hands dragged her back up. Her eye was swelling shut; her cheek hurt a lot. She thought she could feel a loose tooth. As she stood there trying not to fall down, they punched her three more times hard in her ribs. She went down again, her ribs hurting so much she couldn’t even speak, trying to just breathe. Every breath was very painful now. The men kept chanting, “Strip, girl! Strip!” Sally started to fumble with undoing her skirt. Hands shaking, she slid it down, slowly stepping out of it, her gorgeous short black leather skirt. Her face hurt still hurt a lot, and it was still painful to breathe. She was terrified they’d kill her if she didn’t do what they said.

“Everything! Todas! Mas rapido, nina!” they yelled at her, their breath smelling like alcohol. She fumbled with her panties, started to ease them down, then realized what she was doing. She stopped, instead switched to undoing her blouse. As she looked down, she saw her bush was just starting to show because of how far down she’d gotten her underwear. Shit! Once the five buttons on her new silk blouse were undone, she paused again, then slowly tried to remove it. She turned as she did, trying to hide her incredibly ample cleavage. One man pushed her back around, lots of lewd comments in Spanish. They kept repeating, “All of it! All of it!”