Chapter 11: Convicts

Mark Kessel and Brian Genner had two things in common: They were both incarcerated in the state prison, and both had an unnatural desire for young girls. Each had at one time been convicted of a sexual offense with a minor, but this incarceration was for other reasons. Mark had gotten 3 years for robbery, while Brian got 2-3 for assault. This was important in prison. Serving time for sex with a minor was punishable by death in the eyes of hardcore inmates. Mark and Brian kept their prior records to themselves.

Today, though, they’d both been released from the penitentiary after serving their time. The prison van dropped them and two others at the local bus station. From there, they were supposed to go their separate ways. They were to use their $150 state-provided cash to buy a bus ticket; go home, get a job and become model citizens. Mark and Brian had other ideas.

Compared to buying weed on the inside, buying weed on the street was easy. In this state it was legal now, but they still had to use a local wino to go into the nearby pot store and buy them some good cush. They didn’t have the necessary driver’s license, and their parole did not allow for purchasing any type of drug without prior permission.

After spending $70 on the weed, they walked right over to a nearby neighborhood. They’d had over a year to plan this out together. Their limited access to a prison computer allowed them to use Googlemaps to scout nearby residences. Another prisoner had showed them how to access school records online (though it cost them an arm and a leg in smuggled meth). Putting the records and the maps together, they’d followed local kids as they grew up. They wanted to find young girls, those that would be age 14-15 when the two men got released; girls living nearby. Over the years, they’d watched twenty girls selected in the local area. A few had good locations, with plenty of woods nearby. Their primary target would be their first destination after getting the weed. Both were craving young pussy.

They sat up in the woods until dark. Having smoked two full joints, they were pretty high when they went to take a look at the home of Jenny Denise Wellings. They’d found her in the local elementary school records six years ago. She would be 14 years old now. No indication of any brothers or sisters. The home was expensive. Go home and become model citizens? Ha! First things first; and that meant young poontang.

They crept up to the house. No dogs barked. They went from one window to another. They saw a woman, the mother they guessed, in the living room, watching TV. In another room, they could just see young Jenny sitting on her bed doing homework or something. It was exciting to finally see her! The two looked in all the other windows of the ranch home- no one else to be seen.

The two moved to the side door. Mark and Brian both had shanks they’d made from wire and sticks and string. It would do. They’d use the knives in the kitchen if they had to. At the side door, they slowly turned the handle. They were in luck- it turned and opened slightly without any alarms going off. They eased inside. Slowly, Mark crept forward, with Brian close behind. Any dogs, any unexpected people, they would bolt outside again and disappear. But it was quiet except for the TV. Mark couldn’t believe it. All this time, all this planning, and here they were inside the very house they’d seen on the net. Mark was tingling with excitement. Their choice for this had been this Jenny girl. Her photo from local school and social media sites showed a healthy, adorable, cute girl, and his dick was raging for some of it right now. After that, then he’d think about a regular job. First things first.

The two moved to the left, towards the TV room. This was just like the old days. They could just see the back of the woman, sitting in a recliner. Suddenly, the woman got up and moved towards the TV, picking up a magazine. Mark moved up behind her quickly. She turned back to her chair and dropped the magazine when she saw Mark grab at her. He quickly grabbed her neck, holding the shiv up to her face. He whispered menacingly, “Shhh! Not a word! Not a fucking word, lady.”

He turned to Brian, nodded towards the girl’s room, then made the woman sit back down, still gripping her throat. Brian went down the hall while Mark held the woman easily, even as she tried to free herself from his grasp. He heard a brief struggle from the girl’s room, then Brian came in clutching young Jenny. Both men grinned. They forced both women down to the floor, face down. Brian searched the kitchen for anything to tie them up with, while Mark told them to keep quiet.

“We just want some money. You stay quiet, we’ll be gone in a few minutes.”

Every time the mother or girl would try to speak, he’d jab them with the shiv. “I said quiet!” The daughter Jenny began crying, saying “Mom, what do they want? Who are they?” The mother was angry, but stayed somewhat quiet, trying not to give them a reason to hurt either of them.

Brian came back in. He’d found some packaging tape in the closet, some towels in a drawer. He stuffed a towel in the mother’s mouth, wrapped tape around her to hold it in place. He took another towel, tied her wrists behind her, then taped them too. Finally, he taped her ankles together.

Mark sat on the daughter while Brian tied her mother up. He pulled out a cell phone he’d borrowed from some guy at the motel. He was gonna film all of this, make some serious money. Or so he thought. When Brian finished, he grabbed the mother up and sat her in recliner. “Stay there!” he growled. Mark told him to check the kitchen. Brian went in, opened the fridge. He called, “Bingo!” and brought out four bottles of beer. He turned the oven on, then put a frozen pizza into it. He grabbed a box of cookies as he went back into the living room.

He and Mark opened a beer each and took a long drink. Mark then spoke.

“OK, ladies, we have a slight change in plans (belch). See, we’re kinda hungry, so we’re gonna have some food before we leave. While we eat, young Jenny here is going to entertain us.” Both men laughed.

The mother struggled, yelling into her gag. Jenny, laying on the floor under Mark, started struggling too. She hadn’t yet been restrained.

“What, what do you mean, entertain you?! Let me go! I’m not doing anything! You should leave right now!” young Jenny cried out.

Mark knelt up, grabbed the girl’s long, brown hair and pulled it tight. She squealed in pain as he did. He turned her towards her mother. “Listen up, Jenny girl. You do exactly what I say, or my friend here is going to do this to your mom every time you don’t do what I say.” With that, Brian kicked her mom hard, right in her knee. She cried out in pain. Jenny cried out too. “No! Don’t! Leave her alone!”

“You going to do what I say?”, Mark growled, gripping her hair tighter.

“Ok, ok, I’ll do what you say. Just don’t hurt my mom again, please.”

Brian released her, lit up another joint, finished the first bottle of beer. He went back, found some scotch. In the living room, Mark sat down on the couch. He said, “Stand up girl. Stand in the center of the room.” Brian stood near mom. Slowly Jenny did, shaking a lot now. Mark asked how old she was. She said quietly, fourteen. Of all the young girls they could have chosen, it seems Mark and Brian had gotten lucky, hit the jackpot so to say. At this moment, they both felt like techno-geniuses. Right here in front of them, just like they’d planned it for so long, stood this fourteen-year-old girl, long straight brown hair down to the middle of her back. Big fucking tits. They could hardly believe a fourteen-year-old could have tits that big. Honestly, they’d expected nothing hardly at all. Her few online photos never showed much. This Jenny had a very cute face, just a hint of makeup. She wore a white top was all, expecting to go to bed soon. Her short-shorts didn’t hide any leg, for sure. Long, skinny, yet she barely stood five feet tall. Maybe 95 pounds. Every bit of her exposed skin was sexy, but neither could stop staring at those amazing tits of hers.

Jenny didn’t know who these men were; what they wanted; or what they wanted her to do. She was shaking, crying, scared to death as her mom sat helpless in the chair, watching. Were they going to tie her up next? She kept looking over at her mom, back at the man, back at her mom again. Jenny was shaking, trying not to. She was well aware of her attractive teen body, and well aware that both men were staring at it like hungry wolves. Then the man said, “Take off that shirt.”

Her eyes went wider. No way, they couldn’t mean it. She was only 14, she couldn’t do that. “What? No, I can’t. I’m just fourteen. I can’t do that ... You can’t make me...” Then the man who had kicked her mom turned to her mom, boot at the ready. He paused, looking back at Jenny.

“Ok, ok, ok ... But, but, I haven’t got anything on underneath. I don’t, I don’t want to. Please, don’t make me...” she begged, tears streaming down her face. The one man screamed at her. The other man kicked her mom again. She cried, put her hand out, “Ok! Ok!” Slowly now, hands trembling, Jenny undid a small zipper in back and very slowly eased the mostly elastic white top up and off. Yes, for being only fourteen, Jenny had been a very early bloomer. She’d first started to develop when she was eleven, and they had just kept growing. Now here she was, barely 5’, 92 lbs, with a 32B pair of breasts. On her small frame, they looked even bigger. With her top off, she quickly covered herself. Her hands though, just weren’t big enough to do so properly, and a lot of her tit showed.

Mark and Brian were impressed. More than impressed. They knew from the school records that little Jenny was just fourteen years old, yet neither of them expected this. They were expecting barely boobs, but this girl, this girl had some fucking tits alright! Mark made her drop her top to the floor, then put her hands on her hips. Both men just stared long and hard at those tits. You could almost see those big, brown nipples getting bigger. As she shook, her tits shook. It was mesmerizing to watch. Brian said, “Let’s see it all.”

Mark told the girl to take off her shorts. Slowly, she undid them, slid them down and stepped out of them. She stood there, legs pressed tightly together, arms across her body again. Mark told her to take off her panties. She was sobbing now, crouching slightly, hesitating, begging them quietly not to make her do this. Her mother kept yelling into her gag as she watched what was happening to her daughter. Brian went over and kicked mom in the knee again. Jenny screamed.

“Stop it! Stop it! Ok, ok, I’ll do it! Stop kicking her! You promised!” Slowly, the young girl eased her panties down, covering her young slit with one hand as she did. After she stepped out, Mark told her to turn around. Slowly she did; her naked ass looking very cute, very firm, very sexy indeed. The girl tried to cover her big breasts with one arm, but you could see more bare skin that not.

“Listen up, little girl. I want you to take your hands and push your tits together. Now!”

Trembling, barely able to stand, Jenny took her hands and pressed her boobs together some. She knew what he wanted; he wanted to see her cleavage. Men always stared at her cleavage. Always. She’d even seen the pastor at church on more than one occasion staring at her chest in her Sunday dress. Jenny stood there shaking, pushing her young breasts together, covering the nipples as she did, while the men stared.

Brian took off his pants, lay down on the floor. Mark made her kneel down over him on her hands and knees. She was shaking uncontrollably as her mother looked away. Mark slapped the mother.

“You keep your eyes open and watch lady, or I’ll start kicking the girl too!”

As Mark yelled at the mother, Brian took Jenny’s hair in his hands, forced her face down to his now hard cock. “Hold it, girl. Hold it with your hands. That’s it, hold it right down at the base. Hold it up. That’s it. Yeah, now lick it. Lick it with your tongue. Go on, lick it. Up and down, lick it girl, like a lollipop. DO IT!”