Chapter 2: Uncle Buck II

The men were a part of a private online chat group, formed by Buck on SpyChat just a year and a half ago. Today Buck logged on, just a month after he’d raped his niece. At first, he only had one other person show up in the chat room and stay, a member named Chet. Chet and him often discussed their fantasies, especially those related to sexual fantasies with younger girls. Today, he told Chet about how he’d raped his niece. Showed him the video, too. Chet was more than impressed. He wanted to make more videos. Chet felt this sort of thing could make them some money. Then one day, a third member showed up, then there were five, then someone got the word out and suddenly they had 32 members. It was a private group. Every member needed a reference while Buck checked their background. No police spies here, only friends of friends. And most of these were perverts in their own way.

Buck never posted the video of the rape in the chat room. Then one day, for a select four members, he’d posted the video for the whole 45 minutes. Everybody in the room viewed it. Everyone was ecstatic. Everyone wanted more. In ten months, they had grown to 150 members. Mostly they just talked, the occasional picture posted by someone. Many pictures, including pictures of nude minors, were exchanged privately between members. After a lot of private message discussion with Chet, Buck decided on a chat room contest. People would pay a one-time admission fee for the event. Buck would tell the group he’d do a video of another rape, but the membership would pick who. That was the contest. If you won, it would cost that member $10,000, but he got to pick who would be raped. Chet said they should aim high- some of these pervs might have some serious money. For a one-time admission fee of $200, you could watch the rape as it was streamed live to the chat room. If anyone wanted to save it, they had to record it themselves. The live feed itself wasn’t saved. Safety was paramount. The discussion time came, and in their private chatroom, ideas were everywhere. Buck actually thought the $10,000 figure was way too high; he had doubts anyone would bite. He told Chet that he didn’t want someone selected that was five hundred miles away either. Then, sure enough, A member posted a picture of some teenage cheerleader in Idaho. Way too far away. A few others, from California, but Chet wanted something closer to his Midwest home. Then, a member named Mack posted a picture of his daughter. Mack suggested his daughter Brittney, just turned 14 last week. Yes, he was serious; his own daughter. They lived in a town not two hours away from where Chet and the others lived. Yes, he had $10,000. Just PM him as to where to send it. Everyone voted. She won by a landslide. A date and time would be later set.

Mack had first noticed his urges towards his daughter when she younger and started to develop her young breasts. He knew he’d have to have her one day. He’d fantasized, jerked off to her pictures many times. When he found this chat room, he knew he was getting closer to his dream. Mack, in a private chat with Buck and Chet, had requested a black man go first on his virgin daughter. Then he’d go second. They held a drawing, and a young black thug named Melton from Chicago won by paying $2000 and supplying the Viagra and some crack. Mack told Buck that his daughter attended Maryville Junior High. She often cut through the woods on the south side to her subdivision. Their home actually backed to the school property. He said Brittney finished band practice at 4PM; would probably walk through the woods around 4:30. It would be mostly dark by then; this time of year, it was getting dark earlier. Soon she’d have to follow the road, so time was short. Maybe a week he thought they had. With the target now selected, and with the payment made, Chet and Buck first picked the location for the show. It was a new sub-division under construction; Chet actually had worked on houses there. He knew which were almost done, which would be open still. In the back there was nobody around for blocks, with woods behind. He chose Friday so the workers would be leaving early. They’d prep the basement quickly. Cover the windows; set up heaters and a mattress, set up some spot lamps. The basement would muffle any screams. The covering of the windows, the space heaters, the mattress; they brought all that ahead of time. When they were done, nobody would know they’d ever been there. Friday came. Notifications had been sent; fees paid. When everything was set, Chet, Melton and Buck drove to Maryville IL went to the woods and waited for the girl. She’d shown up alright, just like her father said she would. To their surprise, she had a friend with her; another girl. They grabbed both, stuffed them in their minivan and raced to the construction house an hour away. The second girl was just dumb luck. In the garage, the girls were dragged out of the car and pushed inside, then downstairs into the basement.

Brittney had been walking home from school through the woods that Friday as darkness approached. She’d walked with her neighbor Susan, also fourteen years old. “Come on,” she’d said. “Don’t be scared. I’ll protect you.” It was half for her comfort too, having Susan with her. Next time, she’s taking the longer way around on the sidewalk!

Suddenly, three men had jumped out, grabbed her and Susan, put knives to them, then forced them to this car nearby. They’d driven away, been forced to lay under a blanket. Later, the car stopped. They were pulled out, crying, constantly asking questions, constantly being told to shut up. They were forced from some garage into a vacant, nearly-completed home still under construction. Forced into the basement. The two girls found themselves alone with four men, all of them wearing ski masks. One man was a young black man, who looked like some sort of gang member; lots of tattoos; big shoulders and arms (Melton). Another was an older man, average in size. Unknown to Brittney, this man was actually her father (Mack). Another man was much older; he had old-man skin but a strong build (Chet). He also looked and smelled like he hadn’t had a bath or a haircut in months. The fourth man was about six feet tall, a big fat guy. He must have been 300 pounds. He looked creepiest, too. Long, stringy hair, shaggy, unkempt beard. The basement had black trash bags taped over the two windows. A mattress lay on the floor. Three spot lights lit the area. It was cold; being October, the only heat came from two space heaters nearby. The girls were shoved onto the mattress, told to stand there together; not to move. They stood there, holding each other tightly, shaking in fear. ‘Oh God, what had she gotten Susan into? Here we are, and we’re the main attraction,’ as she stood in the middle of the lights. Her mind just went blank. She couldn’t even comprehend the trouble she was in.

Brittney was fourteen, just two months ago her birthday. She stood about 5’ 3”, weighed maybe 114 lbs. She was definitely well into puberty; her breasts were well into development for a fourteen-year-old. Sharon had shoulder-length blonde hair, a red, plaid skirt and a white blouse. An adorable figure and a cute face, she was the hottest young girl three of these men had ever seen. The cameras were turned on.

Susan was also fourteen. She was shorter than Brittney, thinner, with very long, brown hair. Very cute and adorable, just not as developed as Brittney. She had a cute fourteen-year-old’s butt though.

Brittney was terrified of what might happen next. It could be just pictures, or more ... She cried even harder, clutching Susan to her. Brittney kept sobbing, “Leave us alone! What are you doing! Leave us alone!” The fat man finally said to her, “You, girl, you Brittney?” She nodded slowly, surprised he knew her name. “How old are you?” he asked her.

“I’m, I’m, I’m only thirteen, I mean fourteen, but look, she, she’s...” The fat man turned to Susan. “How about you, little girl? What’s your name?” In the chat room, 150 members watched live, everyone recording it. Everyone was probably jerking off to it, too. Slowly, Susan mumbled through tears, “Su, Su, Susan...” “And how old are you, Susan?” he asked. As he did, he slowly removed his long, black leather belt. “Four, fourteen,” she whispered. The man turned to the camera. “Susan. Brittney. Fourteen.” He turned back to the girls. He snapped the belt hard at them, just barely hitting them. They screamed again, crying loudly. “Now, take off them clothes, girls. Go on, Strip! Now!!” he barked. He snapped each girl with the belt again. Behind the camera, he snapped the belt often, acting very angry, keeping the girls scared and moving.

They stood there, crying, sobbing, shaking their heads, no. “Please, no, we don’t want to, please, just leave us alone...” Brittney cried. “I don’t want to! I want my mommy!” Susan sobbed. The fat man whipped them hard again. Ow! She and Susan both screamed. It really hurt! “Stop! Stop!” She cried. Her thigh stung from it bad. The other men started all chanting, “Strip, strip, strip, strip...” She knew she’d have to, but she couldn’t get herself to start...

The fat man smacked Susan with his belt again. Whack! Susan cried out in pain, jumping behind Brittney as much as she could. The men kept chanting, “Strip, strip, strip...” Brittney started to get undressed. If she didn’t, she knew the man would hit Susan again. Or herself. She didn’t see any other way. She sobbed, shaking, tears running down her face. Slowly, she eased her hands down, away from Susan, down to her skirt. She slowly moved her shaking hands behind her, then with difficulty she managed to unhook and unzip the zipper in back. She slowly eased the skirt down to the floor, stepping out of it. The men kept chanting for her to strip. Slowly, she eased her trembling fingers to her blouse and managed with some difficulty to undo the four buttons in front. Trying to cover her bra, she slowly eased the blouse open, keeping it on.

With Viagra and crack, plus some high energy drinks, bourbon, beer and some pot, each man could stay hard for three hours or so. That would be plenty of time. The show was promised to stream live for two hours. Brittney didn’t know that this was being streamed live to a large audience online in a private chat room. Almost 150 members now, and each paid $200 to watch, a onetime membership fee. The fourteen-year-old would be assaulted by each of the four men; four times in her vagina; four in her bottom; four in her mouth. There would be a few extras, a lot of molesting and an extra pussy fucking by the black man from behind. It was all recorded, too. Her cute neighbor Susan would also get their attention; considered by the men to be a freebee bonus. Young Susan would, in fact, get the exact same attention that fourteen-year-old Brittney received. All this, in about two hours and twenty minutes. It was now 6 o’clock as they began.

The men got silent, while the fat man said to her, “The bra next.” Slowly, Brittney undid the bra and then removed it, trying hard to keep her young breasts covered and the blouse on. At least her nipples weren’t all hard yet. The fat man grabbed her bra away from her. Brittney stood there trembling, covering her chest, completely naked except for her blouse and underpants. She felt like she was getting in the shower, except here it was cold; the lights glaring, men staring. These four scary men were standing all around her, staring at her. She was just fourteen; she kept saying it to them. This was a real-life nightmare.

The fat man told her to take off her panties next. She covered her boobs with her left arm and hand; used her right hand to slowly pull down her white underpants. Maybe all they wanted was just to see her without her underwear on. Maybe ... This was so embarrassing. Another man reached over to her, took hold of her blouse and slowly eased it off. She didn’t try to stop him; she knew she couldn’t. her body now completely nude; her left arm across her chest; her right hand covering her little vagina. All these terrible men staring at her; little Susan standing next to her, sobbing, “Leave her alone! I want to go home! Stop it! Stop it!”

Brittney was very aware of them staring at her as she had to keep looking at them. Her bare bottom was out there for them all to see. She kept moving one hand from her vagina to her butt, back to covering her front again. The fat man made her look at him; told her to put her hands on her hips and move her feet apart. Slowly, hesitantly, she did, exposing her young body even more. Then she noticed the black man was getting undressed! Oh God, what if he made her, you know, touch his thing ... She stared; eyes wide. She had to protect Susan.

Brittney watched as the fat man started talking to little Susan. He told her the same thing; made her get completely undressed, right there in front of everybody. She was so short, so small. She had hardly any boobs at all (lucky her!). She had a cute little girl butt, long, thin legs, thin thighs, a skinny little fourteen-year-old’s body. She stood there, covering herself, trembling, crying, “I want my mommy!” she kept saying over and over. Brittney kept pleading, “Please, leave her alone! Leave her alone!”

The fat man and the other men made both girls do things. They made them raise their arms up and dance like ballerinas. As they did, all the other men got undressed. They all took pills, drank beer, smoked something in a little pipe. They tried to make the girls do that too, but they gritted their lips; they wouldn’t do it. They made Brittney stand there and rub her fourteen-year-old boobs with her hands. With the cold air, her young nipples became very firm, her areoles very puffy. They made Susan watch her do that; then made Susan do the same to her own flat chest with her own hard nipples. They were both crying. The men were saying all sorts of disgusting, unrepeatable things. Brittney begged them to leave Susan alone.

The fat man told Brittney to lay down on her back on the mattress. She thought to herself as she looked around with scared eyes; “Oh no, oh no, no, no, please, no, don’t...” Slowly though, she knelt down and got down on the mattress. She had to. She was cold, naked, in front of four angry, leering, scary men...

Next, they made Susan come around behind her, kneel down; made Susan hold Brittney’s wrists above her head. They made her grip them; told her she’d better not let go, then snapped the belt against her hard. Susan cried out, then held her friend’s arms. The black man stood over Brittney, stroking himself with his hand, his big, enormous, brown, shiny penis standing way out in front of him. She couldn’t stop staring. She’d never actually seen a man’s thing before. This, this was ridiculous. This was way, way too big for her. She kept saying, over and over, “No, please! Don’t! Please, no! It’s, it’s too big, it’s too much! I can’t! I’m only 14! I mean ... No, don’t...” She saw he didn’t have a rubber thing on, like the others were putting on. Oh no, what if she got pregnant? Maybe she was too young to get pregnant ... Oh God, no, please, no ... She tried keeping her knees together, protecting access to her private place down there.

Suddenly, one man grabbed her left ankle, then another man grabbed her other ankle. They pulled her legs apart. Far apart, wide; very wide. Her little vagina was completely exposed. She had some hair down there now; not a lot, just some. She fought them; she felt Susan holding her wrists, crying. She couldn’t stop them. She couldn’t pull free from Susan or they’d whip the little girl, the bastards. The black man came closer, knelt down, leaned over her, kept saying things like, “Oh yea, baby girl, you’re all mine. Little white girl, you’re mine, girl, I’m gonna show you what a big black dick feels like. I’m gonna fuck you good...” He kept stroking himself as he got closer. She stared at his face, at his dick, at his face, back at his hand stroking himself. Weren’t guys supposed to wear a rubber thing on it, for protection? She’d heard that from Mrs. Hendrix, too. This man didn’t have one on. The head of his penis was big, very dark maroon colored, flared out more than the rest of the penis, forming a blunt end with a slit in it. The rest of his monstrous thing behind it was almost black, and just scary looking with veins and all. There was this fat, nut sack at the very base, and a big bunch of black crotch hair. Her eyes were wide open having never seen one before; she kept crying, “ ... no, please, I don’t want ... no, no, no, no...” His thing looked way, way too big.

Brittney felt him start to push against her crotch with the end of his thing. Oh God, he was right there. He rubbed it around; pushing her pussy lips around; making everything wet and slick with some kind of oil he had on himself. OK, he was much too big; she knew it was impossible for him to get into her little 14-year-old vagina, right? I mean, nobody had ever been in there before, ever. The black man was a younger man; like 21 maybe. He had a gold tooth. He had big muscles, tattoos. He was very dark colored, his hair done in some sort of shape. He kept glaring at her though, with ravaging, hungry eyes; a sick grin on his face. He made her keep looking at him. Brittney felt him start to push against her down there; a very long push it was. She squeezed her muscles down there as tight as she could, but she couldn’t hold it forever. She took a deep breath and held it as she clenched her muscles. He chuckled like he was waiting for her to take a breath. She gasped for air once when he suddenly grabbed her breast; her muscles relaxed for an instant, and suddenly he pushed into her. Her pussy lips started to spread apart. It felt like he was ripping her open down there! She started screaming, “No! It’s too big! It’s too big! I can’t...” She screamed as loud as she could from the pain, but the man suddenly planted his big lips and mouth over hers. Her glasses got pushed about some. He kept pressing into her down there; my God, it felt like the handle on Dad’s mallet in the basement- big, hard, long. She’d once held it, wondered with some embarrassment if a man’s penis was like that. Then she’d glanced at her fathers’ pants in the basement and turned red. This man attacking her, he felt a hundred times bigger. The black man kept pushing in farther, then more and more still. She screamed into his mouth as he pushed his squirming tongue in between her lips; into her mouth. He started humping her; moving his hips back and forth, making his thing go in and out of her. Never all the way out. Then push back in, then back, then in again. He did this at a fast, regular pace. He was raping her. She was having sex. Again, again, again, again. She gasped quickly, breathing hard, labored. She could just get one breath in every time he went into her, but only if she took a gasp very fast. One man circle around them holding a camera. It finally occurred to her that she was being gang-raped, and they were filming her being gang-raped. They would all take turns. Her vagina was afire, the pain was excruciating. She looked around with frightened eyes. Every man was watching, rubbing their things with their hands. Susan let go of her wrists; they just made her watch then. Brittney tried pushing the man off her with her now-free hands, but he was much too big. Little Susan was covering her nude self and crying, kept saying “Leave her alone! Leave her alone!” The black man kept working his tongue inside Brittney’s mouth as he continued to rape her. Oh my God. Oh my God. By a big, powerful negro man, too. She kept struggling to get away, but could hardly move. In and out he went, lubricated by the oil. Her young girl boobs were bouncing back and forth as he slammed himself repeatedly into her. This was sex, and it hurt like crazy. She could feel his ball sack down there hitting against her bottom. Oh God, he was actually getting that monstrous thing of his all the way into her. She arched her back, trying to make him stop. His balls kept hitting her bottom cheeks. His tongue was all over inside her mouth. She hardly noticed the hand still molesting her boob. Brittney lay there, just enduring it, unable to fight anymore. She waited with eyes crying, gasping for air, grunting with his deepest thrusts into her vagina, or her ‘cunt’ as he called it. He kept saying “Take it girl, yeah, take my black dick in that baby cunt, white girl...” Her young body was slammed back and forth as he kept ramming himself into her, her fingers gripping the mattress, her legs held wide, unable to move as he pounded into her again and again and again. After what seemed like forever, the black man suddenly pushed in and held it in, pressing deep into her. She could feel his penis pulsating; liquid seemed to be coming out. Oh God, he was cumming in her. What if she got pregnant?! Finally, the man got off her. She lay there sobbing, pleading, praying it was over. It was actually just beginning.