Chapter 7: The Slumber Party

Mark Catrell was a divorced man with a fourteen-year-old problem on his hands. His wife had dropped her off on this night, of all nights. He had a date with this gorgeous supermarket checkout girl he’d met, while his ex-wife was to host a girl’s slumber party for their daughter, Cindy. But then their youngest, Brian, had cut himself and the ex-wife had to take him to the ER. So, Mark got stuck with Cindy.

He thought about going anyways, leaving her alone. But she was only just fourteen; it wouldn’t be smart. Cindy said, “Hey, why don’t we have the slumber party over here?” Mark thought about that. With four girls here, they could watch out for each other. That way, he could still go on that date with that hotness, what’s-her-name. Perfect. Cindy called her friends. Their mom’s dropped them all off at his place by 7:30. They would be back in the morning to pick them up. To make his date and their reservations at Che’Devall’s Restaurante’, he needed to leave by 8 o’clock. At eight, he stuck his head in the basement door and called Cindy out.

He asked, “I have to go take care of some business, so will you and your friends be OK for a little while?” “Sure Dad!” she smiled. Oh man! The whole house to ourselves! “We’ll be fine! See you when you get back!” She smiled, gave him a kiss on the cheek and closed the door. Mark went out, got in his new BMW and drove quickly to the address on his text. This was going to be a fun night for sure.

Meanwhile, police in nearby Livingston had been chasing three, armed robbery suspects in a stolen car when an accident at Third and Broadway allowed the three brothers to get away for now. Tyron Black, Dez Holmes and Wayne D had just carjacked this Benz, robbed a QT store and gotten into a big high-speed pursuit on the interstate. Exiting at Third Street, they just missed a semi-truck while one of the police cars ran into it, blocking everything. Tyrone turned down one street, slowed, turned down another. Residential neighborhoods; their Mercedes SUV was both blending and being hotly sought after by the police. They parked it, jumped out, ran behind the house, and then through a few more yards, putting distance between them and that stolen car. With the sounds of sirens getting closer, Dez spoke up.

“Look, we gots to hide, lay low for a while. Follow me...” They snuck around to the back of the house they were next to. Mark Catrell’s house. Dez tried the patio door. It was open. He crept inside, the other two behind him. Tyrone closed the door, locked it. They moved slowly through the two-story home’s first floor. It seemed empty except for noise coming from downstairs. They looked up the stairway- all seemed quiet and empty. They found a door to the garage.

Tyrone said, “Hang on,” and went in the garage. He found two rolls of duct tape, a big roll of clothesline. He picked them up, went back inside. They moved into the kitchen, moving slowly, cautiously. He gave the duct tape to Dez and Wayne, grabbed a big knife from a kitchen drawer.

Tyrone said, “OK, listen. I says we go down, tie up whoever is down there, then stays here till things quiet down. I can’t wait no longer! What if they heard us? What if they be callin’ the po-lice right now?” They all agreed. Wayne pulled the 9mm from his waist. “I’m ready, let’s do this.”

They went to the basement door, opened it slowly. They could hear girl’s voices. Young, giggling girl’s voices. Cindy was dancing with her three best friends, Alison, Kay and Debbie. They had no idea anyone was in the house. All they knew was that Cindy’s Dad had gone “on a date” probably, and wouldn’t be back till late.

Cindy was fourteen years old. She had long, brown, straight hair. She was pretty normal for a 14-year-old girl; average size (5’), weight (100 lbs.), looks, build. She had some breast going on now, and her butt was at the moment her best asset.

Alison was also fourteen, almost fifteen. A catholic girl, she kept her blonde hair neat and shoulder-length. Alison was about the same height and weight as Cindy. Alison had one additional feature: Some nice breasts. While most girls her age were maybe a 30A, Alison was easily a 32B. Her friends teased her about them a lot, but she didn’t mind. She kept them well hidden.

Kay was just fourteen two days ago. She had long, dark brown hair. She was slightly taller than Cindy, weighed just a little more. While she had a bit of little girl chubbiness, it helped make her moderate breasts even more pronounced. At fourteen, if you had any boobs pushing against your shirt, you were above average.

Finally, there was Debbie. Debbie was a pistol. She was the second youngest, having turned fourteen just a week ago. She didn’t have much in the way of a sexy body, but she had a good-looking butt for sure. She was an inch taller than Cindy, with boobs like Alison’s, though just slightly smaller. Her nipples were the most prominent of the four girls, with big areoles. Being partially Latino helped that.

Tonight, they were all pretty much dressed for bed. They all wore their pajama pants, but they were all dancing around with just their bras on, goofing off like young teenage girls do. They’d found one of Dad’s marijuana joints and shared it. They were being so bad!

Suddenly, Kay heard a noise on the stairs, turned, stopped. The others turned, stopped and stared. Cindy stopped the music on her iPhone. Three big black men came down the stairs, the one in front holding a big gun, pointing at each of them as he moved down.

“Nobody move! Nobody move! Nobody move! Stay right there, don’t nobody move!” he kept yelling. The girls all stood there, frozen, scared, not sure what the heck was going on or what they were supposed to do. So, they just stared, eyes wide open, mouths open. Slowly the moved closer together

Wayne and Dez moved behind the girls, made Kay turn and taped her wrists together. They all kept yelling, “Shut up! Shut up! Shut the fuck up!” They were being very intimidating. Next, they grabbed Debbie, taped her hands too. Next was Cindy, then Alison. As they taped up Alison, they both began oohing and ahhing at her body.

Dez said, “Oooooh, baby! You got some nice titties there, girl! Ooooh-wee! Lookit them big things!” He touched one through her bra with a finger; she jumped back some.

Wayne also commented. “You sure got some nice ones there, girl. Yeah, you gonna have to show us those maybe.”

Tyrone kept pointing the gun at them. “Line up, all of ya all! Go on, line up there!” While the other two men kept yelling at them to shut the fuck up, the four girls lined up next to each other in the center of the room. Cindy heard the black men talking quietly to each other.

“We ain’t got all night! Ah says we party hardy right now,” Dez said.

“Yeah, let’s get goin. I don’t wanna stay here all fucking night, and these little honeys are looking mighty fine,” Wayne added. They all turned and looked at the four girls. Wayne asked them sarcastically, “How the fuck old are you?” Each girl answered the same- fourteen.

Tyrone said, “Ok, ok. Cut this one loose.” Wayne went behind Alison, ripped the tape roughly from her wrists. Tyrone then turned to her, pointed the gun at her head.

“You, girl with the big titties, take off them clothes. Go on, take them off, right fucking now. Fourteen. How’d you get such big tits at that age?”

The other two men began yelling at them all, too. They grabbed at Alison; said they’d do it for her if she didn’t get started. She kept backing up, the other girls were all pleading with them to just leave them alone.

Finally, Dez said to Alison all angry-like, “So, you don’t want to get undressed? Ok then...”

He turned and punched Kate in the face as hard as he could. Kate fell backwards to the floor, her head now ringing from the punch. Her vision was all blurry, she lost her balance as she fell backward and landed on her butt, hard. She just about was knocked out completely. Kate had never in her life been hit so hard. The others all screamed, the men kept yelling for them to shut up. Finally, they did.

Dez picked up Kate and held his fist back, ready to hit her again. He looked at Alison. “Strip, girl, or she gets a beating, then we strip you ourselves.”

Alison shook her head, saying, “No, no, no, don’t hit her, I’ll be good, I’ll do what you want, don’t hit her, please...”

She raised her shaking hands to her pants waistband, then slowly slid them down to the floor. She stopped, covering herself, just in her bra and panties now. She looked at the man, pleading. He told her to keep going.

Slowly, Alison reached behind her, unhooked her bra and then slowly, very slowly, eased it off, covering herself in front still. One man reached in, grabbed it from her. She struggled to keep it, but he yanked it away; she quickly covered herself again. The man told her to keep going. Hands still shaking, Alison quietly pleaded for him to just leave her alone. Slowly, she slid her panties off with one hand while the other arm covered her chest. Darn it, these stupid nipples were getting all hard and erect now! Darn it! The man made her drop the panties, too.

The three men then began yelling at them all to get undressed, tearing the tape off their wrists. One waved the kitchen knife around, while the other pressed his gun to Alison’s temple, grabbing her with one arm. All three girls got quickly undressed. All three quickly covered themselves with their hands.

All three were really fucking young, white, totally fucking naked and smokin’ hot. Four little white girls, fourteen years old. She had nice fucking tits, she must be at least sixteen, but she sure looked young. Tyrone noticed the one girl had nice tits too, the tall one. She had some pussy hair, just some. The other three were all bare; little girl pussies. He told Wayne to tie one to that pole. She could watch while the others take their turns. Wayne grabbed Kate, dragged her to the support post and tied her arms around it with the clothesline. As he did, he said to her, “Watch what we do to your little friends,” laughing. He slapped her once for fun. The three men turned to the three remaining girls.