Chapter 12: Convicts II

AP: “Police report that two men, Mark Kessel and Brian Genner, had been released on parole last Friday after serving lengthy sentences for violent crimes. After being released, the two men broke into a home near the prison and raped a fourteen-year-old girl multiple times, then fled in the victim’s family car. The girl and her mother were found by neighbors the next morning, bound but otherwise unhurt. The victims identified the two assailants through mug shots. Their current whereabouts are unknown.”

Mark and Brian sat by a retirement home, eating their McDonalds. Parked by the curb, Mark was using an iPad he’d borrowed to scan internet users inside. You could often get account numbers and credit card numbers at these retirement homes. Old people like to store their login info to log in automatically when online. Makes it easier for them, and for Mark.

As they sat there, suddenly right in front of them two young teenage girls walked out of the home, the last thing you’d expect to see at a retirement home. Both men stopped eating; staring. Holy Shit- they were hot! They looked young. Short, thin, medium length brown hair. One wore a black top, the other a white one. Both wore these very, very short denim skirts. I mean short. Lots of leg to be seen here! Their little bodies just wiggled back and forth as they walked.

Brian thought, this never happens. What the hell are these two doing here at a retirement home? Then Mark said, while not taking his eyes off those two wiggling butts, “Grandma’s granddaughters.” Ah, of course. Must be.

The two girls got into a small car, started to drive away. Almost without thinking, Brian put the old truck in gear and followed. They drove about two miles, to a nearby sub-division. The men followed them at a distance as they went in the entrance and then turned down a second street. The small car pulled into a driveway; the two drove by, noting the address as the two young girls got out.

Mark searched GoogleMaps for the address. It came up and he could see the area around it. The house the two girls had pulled into sat at the end of a circle. Behind the houses the subdivision ended, with a large field behind, then the back of some businesses. “Oh yeah, this is perfect!” Mark said. “Perfect! Nothing but a field and industrial stuff behind them. Want to take a peek tonight?” Brian pulled out onto the main road. “Shoot, why not? Got nothing else to do.”

They went home, got busy with other things. Mark remembered to put duct tape in the car. They also had two hunting knives now, so he put them in with the tape. After dinner, it got dark. They decided to use ski masks this time. They knew they were wanted. No sense leaving a trail of positive ID’s. They got into their work truck, drove back towards the sub-division. When they got close, Mark gave Brian directions and they found themselves behind a strip mall. Behind it was a field. Beyond that, the girl’s house. They grabbed their gear and headed out across the dark field. The air was cold; the wind blew strong.

Inside 6371 Oak Tree Lane, Mrs. Elaine Cooper had just finished cleaning up after dinner. Her two daughters were in the TV room watching a movie. Her husband Jonathan, a successful business banker, was off in Los Angeles working on some merger deal.

Her two daughters were Meagan, fourteen, and Sherri, Fifteen. Meagan had only just turned fourteen last week. She was in the seventh grade at Hill Valley Middle School. Both girls were very cute looking. Meagan was about 5’1” tall, while Sherri was about 5’5”. Both were typically thin tweens. Meagan had long brown hair that came below her shoulders. She still had on the outfit she’d worn to see grandma- black top, short denim skirt with a brown belt. Brown boots. She’d just gotten them at Neman Marcus and wanted to show grandma. She sat at her desk in her room, writing in her diary while listening to music with headphones.

Meagan had an older sister, Sherri. Sherri was 15, one grade ahead of Meagan. Sherri was also very attractive with long brown hair like Meagan. Her frequent visits to the beauty parlor kept her makeup subtle but perfect. Sherri watched TV, scanning chat sites on her iPhone as she did. She also had been to Neman Marcus and gotten an outfit similar to her sister, except her top was white. They went to see grandma wearing their new outfits, but grandma had not approved. She and the other old ladies all thought the skirts were way too short.

Mark and Brian discussed a plan next to the garage. They figured they’d grab the woman somehow, secure her, keeping her quiet. Then they’d carefully check the house, securing anyone they found right where they found them. See any guns, take them. Surprise was the key- keeping them quiet just as important. They moved into the garage, past the minivan and into the house. They heard a cat meow from a laundry room, then run into the house. They crouched in a small hallway, listening to the older woman working in the kitchen. Suddenly, her footsteps came towards them...

Elaine finished in the kitchen, headed to the laundry room to see if anything needed running. Distracted, she didn’t notice the man until he jumped at her, punching her once right in her forehead. She stopped, staggered backward some, stunned. The figure grabbed her head; one hand over her mouth, the other behind her head. He gripped her tight. She noticed someone else. A second person. She started to snap out of it, but suddenly they were pulling her to the floor. One man taped her wrists behind her with some duct tape or something. Then her ankles, while the other man kept gripping her head, covering her mouth roughly, whispering, “Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!” into her ear. She tried to make noise when they taped her mouth closed, but the first man kept her mouth pretty well jammed shut as the second man taped her up. She lay there, terrified, eyes wide open. The two men stopped, turned, still crouched down. They said something, one whispered to her, “Keep still and no one gets hurt, lady.” Then surprisingly they both slowly moved away from her.

Brian and Mark crept through the kitchen. The TV played in the next room. Closer, they saw a girl sitting on a couch watching the television, head down to an iPhone. Mark said to Brian, “Quick,” and moved quickly into the room and in front of the girl. She looked up, startled, then eyes wide as Mark put his hunting knife right up to her face. She stared at the blade, taking a big deep breath, trying to lean back even farther. Mark held his finger to his mouth, telling her to keep quiet. She looked at him, then Brian. Mark said quietly, “Tell me, who else is in the house?”

Sherri sat there, scared shitless. Suddenly a man was holding a big fucking knife right in her face and asking her something. He finally heard him the third time. She tried to backup, but there was nowhere to go. He was leaning in close to her. He looked rough, mean, very angry. She tried to reply. “There, uh, there’s, I mean, only my mom and my, and my sister. And me...” He kept moving the blade closer to her neck as she answered him. He told her to keep quiet now. The other man, took some tape and put a big piece over her mouth. Then he taped her hands behind her, then her ankles. They shoved her down on the couch. She was so afraid her short skirt would slide up. Then the two men walked away, watching her as they did.

Brian and Mark went upstairs. At the second bedroom they saw a young girl sitting at a desk, headphones on, facing away from them. Mark moved up, grabbed her mouth from behind. Brian immediately taped her arms as she thrashed about, Mark keeping her off balance. They taped her mouth, her boots together too. Brian and Mark stood up, the girl now laying on her bed. Mark grinned. “Boy oh boy, this one is a real doll!” They both stared for a minute. Nice legs, the boots gave them a sexy look. Her skirt was incredibly short. She was dressed just like earlier today. You could just see a bit of panties. He pulled her mouth tape back and asked her how old she was; what was her name. They heard her say in this little girl voice, “Four, fourteen. Meagan...” He pressed the tape back on.

Brian and Mark went downstairs to check on the others. Both were still where they’d left them. They moved the girl and the mom to the living room, made them sit on the sofa together. They stood over Sherri, starring at her young body. Brian reached down, pulled her mouth tape back and asked her name; age. “Sher, Sher, Sherri. I’m, I’m fifteen years...” He slapped the tape back on. Brian turned to Mark, grinning. “Well, which one you want first?” he laughed. Mark laughed, thought a bit, then said, “I’m taking the younger one upstairs. She’s got bigger tits.” He turned and went up the stairway.

Brian turned back to Sherri. He got completely undressed as she watched, eyes wide, terrified. She twisted around, trying to get free, mumbling loudly into the duct tape. He got down by the couch she was on, undid her skirt’s buttons. Two buttons, a zipper and down it went. Her little pink panties came down next. He cut the tape from her ankles and pulled her skirt and underwear off. She immediately began to kick at him, but her pushed her leg down and straddled her instead. She lay under him, breathing heavily, still kicking her legs about behind him. He took hold of her little white top and used his knife to slowly slice it right up the middle. Slowly, so he could watch her fear. He cut the two small straps and suddenly the girl’s chest was completely exposed. She had small tits, for sure. Nice nipples, getting firm too. Man, she had a fucking beautiful face! He sat there on her stomach, rubbing her face and tits with one hand, her bald little girl pussy behind him with his other hand. He was going to enjoy this.

With little Sherri’s arms still taped behind her, Brian slowly slid his cock up her chest, onto her face. She kept turn away from him, but he grabbed her face with both hands, pulled the tape off. He forced her to open her mouth. “Open it!” he yelled more than once. Finally, she slowly did, a little. He took hold of his cock, leaned up, put the end right to her lips. She kept trying to turn away from him. He slapped her hard, twice. “Open your fucking mouth and take my dick, bitch!” he yelled at her. He slapped her again, hard. He put his dick to her lips again. Lips trembling, tears everywhere, she slowly opened her mouth and let him put his thing between her lips.

Sherri was freaking out. This man was leaning over her face, putting his penis right between her lips. This was so disgusting! So gross! She didn’t mind telling him so either. “No! You can’t make me! I won’t! Get that disgusting thing away! I won’t! Mom! Mom!” Still, he’d gotten it started a little. She choked some, gagged too. But he kept pressing in. It was too big; she tried to stop him, but he was on top of her, pressing down, going in more! She couldn’t hardly breathe! The man pulled back some, then pushed in again. He did this again and again with his warm, ugly, big thing. She could just get a breath when he backed up. She didn’t hardly notice him feeling her up as this enormous shaft got pushed in and out of her young mouth. Her tongue was touching it; it was so disgusting. It touched her cheeks, the top of her mouth too. It was huge. It was the grossest thing ever!

The whole time this was happening, Elaine sat there, screaming into the tape, thrashing about, trying get free. She was too well taped up, though. Every time she tried to get between them, he just shoved her aside. Poor Sherri was choking, she couldn’t breathe! He was killing her! Elaine tried, but she just couldn’t get free at all.

Upstairs, Meagan heard a man come upstairs again. She saw him walk into the room, over to her bed. She was crying, scared. The man just stood there, staring at her. He slowly began to get undressed. He took all his clothes off; she could see everything! It was so gross! Why wasn’t mom stopping this man? Meagan heard her sister cry out downstairs; heard what sounded like a slap, Sherri crying out again. The man stood by her bed now, leaned down and suddenly slapped her face very hard. Again and again, he slapped her face hard, at least four times. He stopped, leaned in and snarled at her, “You do what I says, or I’ll fucking beat you to death, you understand me?!” She nodded rapidly, her whole face throbbing, it hurt so bad! She cried even more. He stood up, then with a big knife he cut the tape from boots, wrists and tore the piece from her mouth. She curled up on the bed, saying “Leave me alone! Leave me alone!” The man instead stood back, dug through his pants and pulled out an iPhone. He told her to do what he said. He was big, scary, she was terrified at what he could and might do to her. He said to her, very angrily, “Get up on your fucking knees, little girl!”

Meagan did as she was told. She got up on the bed on her knees. The man told her to raise her hands over her head. As she was doing these things, the camera kept clicking pictures. Her arms went up. He kept going. “Now reach down and slowly lift that top off. Go on girl, lift it slowly up and off.”