Chapter 15: Desperate

Mark Getz Was a desperate man. He’d robbed a convenience store two days ago; gotten caught within minutes by the police. Life outside jail was hard. Tonight though, while being transported to the city jail, he found himself for a moment without handcuffs by an unlocked door. Taking a chance on an alarm, he’d jumped through and closed the door, then bolted down the street. They hadn’t given him a jumpsuit yet, so he still had on his old jeans and work shirt. He ran one block; turned and ran down an alley. He came to a corner; saw a minivan parked by the curb, engine running. He was out of breath, scared shitless and desperate to get the hell out of there. He picked up a brick, ran over, opened the door and hit the woman in the front seat hard, twice in her head. He pulled her from the car, hit her again, dropped the brick and jumped in. He threw it in gear and quickly drove away. That’s when he noticed the girl scream in the backseat.

He’d been so focused on knocking out the driver and driving off, he’d not even noticed the girl in back. She was so startled by his sudden appearance and what had happened, she took a moment to snap out of it and let out a scream.

Mark almost hit another parked car he was so startled. Fuck! Stay focused! Drive! He just started yelling “Shut up!” over and over, as he drove quickly down the street to the interstate on-ramp. She wouldn’t stop screaming at him! “Let me out! Let me out!” More piercing screams. Before he got on the highway, he slammed on the brakes, reached back and slapped the girl. He grabbed her with his fist.

“You, shut the fuck up! Not one fucking word! Shut the fuck up! You understand me?!” He shook her hard, then let her go. He yelled for her to undo her seatbelt and lay down on the floor. She did, but kept asking a million questions. Who are you? What do you want? Where are we going? Where is my mom? He started to drive on, needing to figure this out. She lay on the floor but kept going on and on, pleading for him to “Let me go, just let me out! Stop! You have to let me out!”

Kathy McDonald was on the back seat floor, terrified. This man had hit their mom, dragged her from the car, and in an instant, he was driving away. She screamed and screamed but he stopped once, hit her, grabbed her, yelled at her to shut up, using bad words. He made her lay down, then he got on the interstate, yelling for her to keep still. Kathy was only fourteen-year-old for crying out loud; in fact, she’d only turned fourteen two days ago.

The car drove for a good hour. They were a long way away now. The car suddenly slowed down, turned off the road and onto some kind of dirt or gravel road. They drove slowly down about a mile, then turned again, moved slowly forward, then stopped. He turned off the lights.

Mark Undid his seat belt, got out and opened the van door. He could hardly believe it himself; he’d done it, gotten clean away. He’d driven to his former mother-in-law’s old place, now a deserted old mobile home in the woods on the old farm. He looked around. Nobody around, of course, not for over a mile. He sat for a moment. He’d decided to hide out here for a few days, then go to that place up in Alaska where he had worked on a fishing boat before. The work was hard but the money was good. No way was he going to mess that up by doing five years in some concrete prison. He’d stay here, lay low, then leave this weekend after things had cooled down. He had old plates on their truck. He’d switch the registration decal and use those. He looked back at this kid on the floor. Well, looks like he’s free for a couple of days. Time to unwrap what was in back. All he knew was it was some girl. Old, young, fat, skinny, he had no idea.

Mark got out and opened the side door. The girl cringed to the opposite side. With the overhead light on now, he could finally see what he had to play with. Oh baby, this looked good. Young, long brown hair, slim body, long legs. She had on a sweatshirt hoodie with a pair of very short shorts on, showing a lot of leg. And a lot of beautiful leg it was, too. He could just see the edge of her ass cheek. Cute face, glasses. He scowled, “What’s your name? How old are you?”

Kathy replied, her voice shaking, “Kathryn, Kathy ... Four, fourteen...” He thought she sure didn’t look fourteen. Looked younger. She was just under five feet tall he figured, maybe 80 pounds. Cute. Brown eyes. Skinny. Wow; her thighs were really, really- naked. She started in with the non-stop questions again. As she did, he slowly climbed in, climbing over her, slowly sniffing her ankles, her lower legs, her thighs. He took a big sniff by her crotch as she cowered away from him. “What, what are you doing? Please, don’t, don’t...” He moved up her sweatshirt by her breasts. She had something there, hard to see what though. He moved slowly up to her face, very close. Mark was white trash, 36 years old, medium build, about 5’ 10” tall. He had a bad stubble of beard; his face was dirty and sweaty from the arrest. His breath reeked; his body smelled bad. Mark got very close to her face, licked her face with his tongue as she kept turned away. He said into her ear, “You smell good, little girl...”

Kathy was shaking uncontrollably as this man climbed over her. He licked her face; it was so gross! He said she smelled good. She had started to worry about what would happen to her when they turned on that gravel road. Now she was scared that he might want to attack her, rape her or something. He climbed out, told her to get out too. Slowly, Kathy slid over to the door, having no idea where they were. It was dark; really dark. She could see a million stars up in the sky. As she stood up and looked around, it looked like they were out in the country. There was an old trailer home next to them. A lot of trees. Suddenly he grabbed her arm, pulled her aside and closed the door, not letting go. He moved towards to trailer, pulling her along with him. She kept asking what did he want? Where are we? What is this place? What are you doing with me? Kathy had a zillion questions, and the closer to the trailer they got, the more scared she became. By the door, she tried once to get away from him, twisting and struggling as hard as she could, but he fought back, hit her a couple of times. Now her ribs hurt, her shoulder hurt. As she cried for him to let her go, he dragged her forcefully up the steps and into the trailer.

Inside Mark dropped the girl in the center of the room. He needed to lay down some rules. First, he flipped on the overhead light, then grabbed grandad’s old double-barrel shotgun from the corner and pointed it at her. What she didn’t know was that he didn’t have ammo for it. He barked at her, acting very angry. “Listen you! You do what I say, when I say it! You try anything, and I’ll take this gun and blow your fucking brains out.” He jabbed the gun at her. She cringed away, very frightened. She kind of whispered, “ok, ok...” He said again, “Nothing, understand me! You try to run, I’ll blow your fucking back out, then shoot you in the fucking head!” He paused for effect, then stood back, lowering the gun.

“Now, you be a good girl and do what I says, well then I’ll just take you home to your momma later and this will soon be forgotten,” he smiled. She sat there, still scared, staring up, tears everywhere. With a sniffling nose she stared to the side for a while, glanced at him a couple of times. Finally, the young girl asked, “so, so, like, so what do I, what do I have to do...?”

He asked if she had a phone. She did. He took it from her. He wondered why she hadn’t used it on the drive here. Ah, no signal. He put it in airplane mode anyway, then went to the camera. “This is mine now,” he said. “You say anything about this, I’ll send texts and pictures to all your friends, tell them how bad you were.”

Mark put the gun by the door, locking the door with two locks. He pulled over a chair from the kitchen, turned it to face her, sat down. looked at little Kathy as she stood in the middle of the living room three feet in front of him. Long, slightly curled but messy brown hair, split in the middle. Brown eyes, nice eyebrows. Her lips were a pale pink color, yet shaped like a model’s. Very sexy for a kid. Her jaw quivered some. She kept staring to the side. He thought, I got two fucking days and nights. I’m gonna have me some fun.

Kathy stood shaking, staring at the pillow on the couch as the man pulled a chair over and sat down. He lit up a cigarette; she hated smoke. He took a deep breath, looking at her. He spoke to her. “First of all, let’s get a few things straight. From now on, you always look at me, all the time. Don’t ever look away. Second, don’t you forget- when I tell you to do something, you do it, and right quick! Understand?!” He slammed his foot down. Kathy shook even more, nodding quickly. Yes, yes, yes ... The man started to take pictures of her with her camera. He told her to turn around slowly as he did. She had to keep looking at him as she turned. He told her to come closer. She wished she had on her baggy sweat pants.

Mark put the camera down, spread his legs wide and told her to move closer. As she slowly did, he reached out and took hold of the girl’s hips gently. He pulled her slowly but steadily closer, till she was about as close as she could be. As she stood there, shaking, he had to keep reminding her to keep looking at him. He picked up the phone, took some close-up shots of her lips. Her made her open her mouth, run her tongue around her lips slowly as he filmed it. Such a little mouth, such a little girl tongue. She sure seemed younger than fourteen, but then again girls come in all shapes and sizes. He moved his mouth closer to hers, slowly licked her lips. He made her open her mouth. Wider. Wider. He pressed his lips to hers, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He squirmed his tongue all over her little girl tongue as she it wiggled it like a warm, wet fish on a hook. She kept mumbling, something, like no, or stop, but her stayed pressed into her, his one hand now gripping her hair behind her head, pulling her close. He slowed down, backed up some. “Keep looking at me. Don’t make me tell you again, Kathy.”

He slowly eased both his hands down to her waist, moved both under her sweatshirt. He touched her stomach; she jumped when he did. He grabbed her. “Be still!” He went back, put his hands flat on her stomach. He began to rub her stomach and back with both hands, moving them together all around, slowly. As he did, he slowly moved upward. Higher, the he felt her young breasts. Bosoms; ha! She hardly had anything. He slowly spread the fingers of both hands over her breasts and nipples. Her nipples were already hard. She kept saying things like, “Please, mister, please, stop, let me go...” and “don’t, please, don’t...” Those tits felt amazing. His dick was now getting pretty hard he noticed. As he fondled her fourteen-year-old tits, he went back to French kissing her again.

Suddenly, he stopped kissing her. Kathy had to keep looking at him as he leaned back some. He told her to step back two steps. Slowly, she did. He told her to unzip the zipper on the front of her hoodie. Damn it! She knew it might come to this. Now he wanted to see her naked. And damn it, why didn’t she wear an undershirt tonight? Hands shaking, Kathy fumbled with the zipper, then finally started to slowly pull it down. She used her other hand to hold it closed as she got the zipper lower until it suddenly opened. The man told her to slowly pull open her sweatshirt. She could barely stand still her legs were shaking so much. She started to open it; he yelled stop. She froze, still looking at him, like he said to always do. He took more pictures, then had her open it more, stop, more pictures, then finally all the way. Her boobs were now right out there, her hands holding her sweatshirt open. More pictures. It was warm in this trailer; it smelled really bad, too. Then, suddenly the man reached over and pulled her close again. Hey, this was more than pictures. She could hardly talk now; she was just starting to really cry. Gasping, breathing much harder than she wanted, she felt him put that yucky mouth of his on her left breast. He sucked on most of it, wiggling his tongue all over her nipple constantly. She was shaking a lot when he did this. She stared away, eyes closed, as he sucked on it really hard. Her deep breathing just made her chest heave into him over and over again.

Mark sucked long and hard on her young tit. It was so smooth, so soft, smelled so clean. The feeling of a young girl’s whole tit in his mouth was amazing enough, but this girl’s tit was just about filling his whole mouth! These babies were better than he thought. He worked his tongue all over that nipple. He felt like he could do this for hours. He did suck on it for a long time, then switched over to her other tit. Just like the first, it filled his cavity as he sucked on it hard, working that nipple of hers. Sometimes he’d move his lips down, just work on her nipple. He bet her tits never felt like this before.

He was right. Kathy’s breasts were both sore from this assault, but also stimulated by this feeling. Until now, they’d been more of an afterthought. After all, other girls in her class had bigger boobs than her. But here she was, getting her breasts sucked on and licked on. This had never happened before, and those nipples had both her breasts all excited. Damn it. She kept trying to ignore it as he kept working his mouth on her chest. As he did, he slowly pushed her sweatshirt off, made her drop it.

As he sucked on her right tit again, the man started to rub his hands on her butt. No no no, this was going too far. No no no, he can’t. Kathy said, “Please, mister, don’t, please, I’m barely fourteen years old! I’m too young for that, I can’t do that yet, I can’t, please, don’t, no...” Still, he molested her ass cheeks. She always thought she had a big butt, and now she wished it was all skinny, because he was really getting into it. Suddenly he stopped, leaned back. Like, he was pacing himself. He reached up, grabbed her face with both hands, pulled her close and started kissing her again with that same disgusting mouth that had just been molesting her breasts.

Mark paused again after the kiss and a lot of feeling her up. She stood there, topless now, hands over her tits, just those little short-shorts on. He said, “if you’re old enough to wear those, you’re old enough to take them off. Now take them off.” Slowly, still staring at him, looking very angry now, slowly she started to undo her shorts. Slowly she eased them down, saying he could take all the pictures he wanted, just don’t make her have sex or anything. Oh, he took lots of pictures. He’d be looking at these on the fishing boat in Alaska Sound soon, jerking off between traps. The girl was short but thin. Her legs were slim, just about perfect. Her thighs didn’t touch yet. He had her move closer. Slowly, he pulled her panties down himself, licking her in spots as he slid them down. Her hips, stomach, her slit a couple of times, her thighs and legs as he slid her underwear down. No hair, just a slit was all she had. Fucking sexy as hell.