Chapter 23: Halloween Fun

Chester Givens was once again on the run from the law. Driving his old truck, he’d been caught stealing from Dollar General store late one night, but had taken off, the local cop in hot pursuit. Soon after the chase started, Chester, black and 52 years old, turned sharp onto a side street. The cop missed judged it and hit a parked car. While he got back on the road, Chester turned sharp right, then into the QT Market. He parked behind a delivery truck, jumped out and went to the minivan that had just pulled up to the gas pump. He yanked the woman driver out, jumped in and in half a second, he was driving out of the parking lot and south on Hwy 83, as the cop ran east on Chestnut. There were two kids in the back, yelling and screaming. He kept yelling back, telling them to shut the fuck up, which only worked a little bit. He was trying to think of what to do next, but the girls kept screaming. He reached back, grabbed one by her jacket, yanked her towards him. “You shut the fuck up or I’ll beat the shit out of both of you! Now shut up! Both of you!” Both sat here looking terrified, and despite his threat, they just kept demanding he let them go, just more quietly.

Chester drove out past the factory, down towards the old gravel pit. He needed a hit of crack now, bad. He had to figure out what to do next, and quick. He pulled in to the old gravel place, drove towards the back, parked behind an old front loader. He turned on the interior light, grabbing his pipe and his foil with the crack. As he prepared his hit, he couldn’t help but notice the two white kids in back. One was young. Very cute, dressed in some sort of fairy costume. Short tutu, bare legs. Nice. Her sister looked older. Maybe fourteen he guessed. She didn’t have much in the way of tits, but she seemed to have something up there. She also had nice legs. As he took a hit, he figured he’d dump the van here, run through the woods, find another car, run down to Atlanta for a while. After a couple of hits, his mind now thought he had plenty of time still, and these white girls, well, he just wanted to see. After all, he’d hidden this minivan in a good place, and you don’t get to mess with white girls very often.

The crack took effect almost immediately. One of his side jobs was selling aftermarket Viagra to old guys on the street. Sometimes cash, sometimes drugs. He always had a supply with him to sell. Now he popped two of them himself, though he wasn’t sure why. He started to wonder about that except suddenly his focus shifted to the two girls.

He finished his hit, then turned to the two in back. He looked at the older one. “You, kid, how old are you?” he asked her, barely able to speak clearly. She didn’t say anything at first, just kept saying they had to leave, they have to go. Chester smacked her knee. “Ah asked you a question!” he shouted angrily. She quickly replied, Fifteen. “What about her?” he asked.

“She’s just fourteen, she’s just a kid, please, you have to let us go now,” she said, crying. Both girls were crying now. They kept pulling on the door locks, but they were on safety lock.

Chester started to feel the Viagra. It was some Viagra look-alike clone, but it seemed even more potent. Chester wasn’t thinking of anything except his dick right now. The thoughts he had about them, what he felt like doing to them, for some reason these thoughts both thrilled him and made him angry at himself. He turned that anger towards the two girls. He looked at the younger girl, and with a lot of rage he told her to strip.

“Strip, bitch! Now, goddammit! I said NOW!” He reached over, punched the older girl in the face, a bit harder than he’d really meant to. That psychiatrist he’d been forced to see; the doctor had told him he needed to control his anger better. Well, he was. He was focusing it on just these two, not anyone else. The two argued, saying they couldn’t, they wouldn’t, he can’t make them, he’d better do this and that. With a crazy look in his eyes, Chester snarled at the younger girl. “OK then. I’ll just keep hitting your sister here, until you change your fucking mind, bitch!” Chester kept rambling on, repeating himself, being very threatening as he did. He also hit the older girl; then again, and again. “I can do this all night, bitch! Do what I says!”

Chester found himself actually drooling some as the youngster finally started to slowly get undressed. Neither girl would shut up, so he gave up listening to them. Their constant crying was actually a turn-on. The younger girl, in the right side of the second row, took off her seatbelt and then slowly took off her coat. She had on a Halloween costume; pink leotard, bare legs, with these fairy wings and a tiara thing in her blonde hair. She looked fourteen alright. A very nice butt she had, but hardly any tits at all. Her face looked younger. She took the wings off, then stopped. He snapped at her to keep going. She eased the straps from her shoulders and slid the pink leotard down, past her waist, past her knees and then finally past her feet. She didn’t have anything on underneath except some white cotton panties. She covered her little boobs with her hands. Chester punched her sister again, “Those too!” he yelled, pointing at her underwear. Slowly, she eased her panties down. She had no hair yet, probably just getting into puberty. She quickly curled up on the seat, covering herself as best she could.

Carrie Jessica Dewalt was fourteen years old, just last month. She’d been out trick or treating with her sister and mom. Carrie stood about 4’ 11” tall, weighed about 95 pounds. She had long blonde hair, a cute butt, but otherwise she was just an ordinary early-teen girl.

Carrie’s sister was Marie Katheryn. She was fifteen years old, and fairly well advanced into her puberty already. She’d started developing breasts when she was thirteen years old, and now she had what were probably the biggest set of breasts in her class. Though she had the innocent look, her body definitely turned heads. Her mother had to constantly keep an eye on how she dressed. Tonight, being Halloween, she’d let her dress as a slutty witch, like all the other girls her age did.

Carrie sat sideways on the seat; her legs pulled up close. She covered her chest with her arms. She kept shaking, crying, even though she tried not to. This colored man was so scary, so creepy, like a devil on Halloween come to life. But he’d used drugs before. He looked old, like her father. Beard, big hair, heavyset, a very angry black man who kept saying over and over “the white man owes me!” Carrie was scared to death of him.

Next, Chester turned to Marie. He told her to strip too. As she started to, she kept crying, begging him to leave them alone. She kept thinking of all these different reasons why he should, but he didn’t seem to care. His eyes looked crazy weird. He looked like her father’s age or older. Black, always talking, always going on and on about being harassed for no reason. She didn’t know what this nigger was saying. She was both angry and scared of him. He seemed strong and was always very, very angry. He’d already hit her four times. Slowly, Marie began to get undressed.

First, she took off her coat. Her slutty witch costume seemed so inappropriate now. She slid her little skirt down, put it on the floor. One at a time, she slid the long, black stockings down and took them off. With her hands trembling, everything was hard to do. As she slid the stocking down, the black man kept staring, grinning. He started going on and on about her body; how sexy she looked, how he wanted to see more. She knew then what he really wanted. Next, she slowly undid her black blouse and took it off, her black bra now there for him to see. She tried to cover herself with her arms, but the man kept yelling at her, hitting her now and then.

“Keep going! Faster! Yeah, now the blouse! Take it off, whitey!! Let’s see them little titties of yours. Ooooo weee! Lookie them nice tits! Girl, you got some nice titties. I can’t wait to rub my face in those! Now loose that bra. Now, bitch!” He hit her again.

Marie reached behind her, and with a lot of effort while sobbing, she managed to get the bra unhooked and slid it off. The man grabbed her arms, held them out. She pressed her elbows in, but they just made her boobs push out more. God, her freaking nipples were getting all hard now, too! Damn it! She hoped he would stop there, but then he told her to take off her panties, so she slowly did. She sat sideways, like her sister, keeping her legs up close, hands and arms covering her boobs.

Chester climbed in back, between their seats. He worked the switch, made Carrie’s seat recline. He told the younger one to lay there, be still, but never, ever look away. “If you ever look away, I’ll hit your sister again!” He slapped her to prove his point. He reached over the older girl, made her seat recline too, sniffing her neck and body closely as it slowly went down. He told her to sit up. She did, knees tight together, arms still cover her boobs. She had some bush, but not much. Fifteen, huh. This one, she had some nice fucking tits for fifteen. He reached over and began to rub one, then the other with his hand. She cringed away some. Nice fucking tits. Big, fat nipples. Maybe these two weren’t related. Nice thighs. Thin, young. He told her to spread her legs. She did, a little. “More, girl, more...” he said. She did, moving her feet while trying to keep her knees together. He shoved one knee away. “Spread ‘em!” he snarled. Slowly now, she kept spreading her thighs apart as he kept saying more, more. Chester pulled his hoodie off, then his t-shirt and his jeans. He took his underwear off; his dick was getting pretty big now. He knelt there on the floor, shaking it at the two girls.