Chapter 32: Mister Roger’s Neighborhood II

Mark Rogers was a 68-year-old retired black man, living quietly on his pension, never bothering anyone. Since the young, teenage girl next door had disappeared, the police had been all over looking for her. After a few months, everything got quiet again. He heard they thought she may have run away. Something about their parent’s divorce.

Meanwhile, Mark was back to raising money for his other hobbies. He was starting a new project, and the two grand he’d gotten for young Jessica Lewis hadn’t quite covered what he needed. His AC had gone out and it cost him the two grand just to get it fixed. Now he needed two grand again.

Mark got online and did his homework. He looked up young girl activities everywhere around town. When he could, he’d get a name with a picture. More digging. Soon, an address. Then google maps, then exploring ways in and out. It took several months, but soon he’d found one.

Karen Wiggins was sixteen. He knew quite a bit about her now. What teams she was on; what activities she attended. He got all his gear ready to go. Pretty simple, really. Dark clothing, gloves, a bottle of Chloroform he’d bought on Amazon. A roll of duct tape. She was small for her age, so he figured he could probably drag her for a little way through the woods to the car. He’d go near her house at night, hiding in the woods, waiting.

Mark pulled up behind Target, parking like he worked there; in the back in the shadows. There was no moon tonight. He moved up through the woods and found the house. Yep, oval pool with a hot tub nearby. He sat and waited. This was his third time there. You had to be patient. Sometimes he’d spend two or three weeks before an opportunity opened. He didn’t mind. He had time.

Suddenly, Lady Luck came his way. The back door opened. Out walked the girl! She wore a towel, dropped it and stepped into the hot tub. She had on a bathing suit. That looked like her alright. Then, the door opened again! Another girl walked out. Younger, who was this? She went over and got in the hot tub with the first girl.

Karen Wiggins was home with her younger sister, Julie. Their parents had gone to a party of some sort, and left the girls home for a few hours. As soon as they left, Karen said to her little sister, “Let’s get in the hot tub!”

They both ran upstairs and changed into their swimsuits, then ran down and got in. The bubbling, warm water felt so nice. Karen was sixteen, maybe ten pounds above normal, but she wore it well. She had really nice breasts for a sixteen-year-old, and a cute butt, too. Her long, brown hair was combed very straight. She always liked wearing make-up. She had brown eyes, lipstick, nail polish on.

Her younger sister Julie was just fourteen-years-old. Short for her age, she was about twenty pounds over her ideal weight. What this meant, was that where most fourteen-year-old girls had a flat chest, Julie had these boobs actually starting. She also had a soft stomach, a nice, chubby little girl butt. To her though, these boobs meant nothing. She was still just a kid, and the hot tub felt wonderful. Karen lit up a marijuana cigarette. “Karen! What are you doing? You can’t do that here!” Julie laughed, giggling. Karen passed it over. Julie took a drag, coughing as usual. They both laughed. After a couple of puffs, they were feeling the effect alright. Soon of course, they got thirsty and hungry. Karen asked Julie to run inside, get a couple of Diet Dews and that bag of chips. Julie climbed out, stumbled to the kitchen.

Mark came up behind Karen quietly. He figured one may go inside; then he’d make his move. Sure enough, one girl got out, went inside. With the sound of the hot tub water covering his movement, he came up behind the older girl in the tub, chloroform in hand. In one quick move, he put the rag over her face, an arm around her neck, yanking her up and out of the tub. She tried to scream but the rag muffled it. She struggled some, but pretty quickly she fell unconscious. He kept dragging her back to the shadows. He lay her down, went back to the hot tub.

Julie came out with the drinks and some snacks. She got to the tub, but Karen was gone. Where was she? Was she playing hide and seek or something? She called out sarcastically, “Karen...?”

Suddenly a hand went over her face, pressing a wet towel to her. Another arm wrapped around her. She cried out, but the rag muffled it. She struggled some, dropping the sodas and snacks, but soon everything went dark.

Mark dragged the younger girl to where her sister was. She gave her sister a second whiff of chloroform. He took the tape, taped their hands and feet together. When he’d secured both, he gave the younger girl another whiff of chloroform and grabbed up her older sister. She was heavier than he expected; and he wasn’t getting any younger. Still, he rushed through the woods, put her in his trunk, ran back for the second girl.

After he’d gotten the second girl in the trunk, he got in his car and drove slowly away. Just another Target employee going home. He drove to his house in Brentwood, pulled into the attached garage.

With the garage door closed, Mark opened the trunk. The two girls lay there, semi-awake now, struggling and trying make noise. The duct tape kept them quiet though. He pulled the younger girl out, dragged her to the door, into the kitchen and then down into the basement. He handcuffed her wrists, then attached a rope, pulling her arms up high. Quickly, he went back up to get the second girl.

When Mark got back to the garage, she was already half way out of the trunk. He grabbed her, and with some difficulty managed to get her dragged into the basement too. He handcuffed her, then tied her to a ring, facing against the wall. He went upstairs, turned off the light, closed the door, leaving them secured and in the darkness. He went onto the front porch, took a look around. All quiet. Some fireflies were all. He smoked a cigarette, watching. Finally, Mark went back inside. He got undressed, went into the basement, turning on some different, colored lights. The two girls stood there, crying, mumbling into their taped mouths. They stared wide-eyed at him, naked, his big cock all erect without even needing any Viagra. The younger girl looked away, the older one kept looking around, scared. He walked up to her.

He tore the tape from her mouth. “Go ahead, scream if you like. No one can hear you. This room is sound-proof. Scream all you want to, girl.”

“Wha, what do you want with us? Why are you doing this? What’s going on? I want to go home...” Her sister screamed as loud as she could. Karen plead with the man, trying to stay calm and reasonable, despite her desperate situation. The man pulled out a big knife, showed it to her. He seemed crazy, a very old colored man, standing butt naked right in front of her. She kept crying but kept quiet as she turned her face to the side. He bent down, cut the tape from her ankles. He slowly stood up, running the blade along her leg, up the calf, her thigh, to her butt. Her one-piece swimsuit didn’t show much.

“Let’s have a look, shall we?” the black man said. Karen felt the knife blade slide under the swimsuit on her butt cheek. She cringed, thinking for sure it would cut her. He turned it, started cutting the swimsuit material. Slowly, it came open as he slid it slowly upwards. Soon, he was at the top and cut through. The whole left side of her suit opened somewhat. God, you could practically see everything now. He moved to the other side, then suddenly grabbed her suit roughly. He slashed at it; she thought for sure he’d cut her now. She cried out in a panic, struggled to get away. In a few moments he cut the last shoulder strap and the suit was completely off. She stood there totally naked, shaking, hands tied to the ring in the wall above her head. The man stood beside her, close to her. She could smell him. She tried turning from him, trying to hide her nude body from him, but she couldn’t do much.

The girl started really crying now. “Please, don’t hurt me, please, I’ll do what you say, just don’t hurt us, please...”

Mark thought, she has nice titties alright. Once her hands were down, they should be a good handful; just right. Having the air conditioning on very cold made her young nipples really stand up, too. She had a nice, plump ass and slightly chubby thighs, but not too much. Man, she looked sexy. Still, she was young. Nothing jiggled much yet. Oh man, was this chick nice. He took his iPhone, asked her the usual questions. He texted someone, got a call, read her answers to the caller. He hung up, took her picture, sent it to someone. Then she watched in horror as he went over to the younger girl. “No! Leave my sister alone! Don’t! She’s only fourteen!”

Julie slowly looked up as the old black man moved over to her. She was crying, shaking, her hands still tied above her head, wearing just this bikini. Suddenly he slapped her face, hard. Then again, and again! He grabbed her face with his big grown-up hand, ripped the tape from her mouth. He ripped the tape from her feet, then used the knife to shred her little bikini swimsuit in just a few cuts. She kept screaming over and over, “No! No! No!” but he didn’t listen. She was a bit chubby, but she actually had some tits starting there. Actually, with her big areoles, she was almost as big as her older sister. Cute little girl butt. He knew those puffy nipples would be just the right size for sucking on. A tiny-looking little slit between her legs, too. He took out his iPhone, asked her the same questions he had asked the other girl. When she wouldn’t answer right away, he’d slap her, hard. The older girl kept screaming for him to stop, but he went right on asking his questions. How old are you (14). How tall are you (5’ 1”). How much do you weigh (105 lbs). What grade are you in (5th). He made a call, read the answers, took a picture, this one of naked little Julie, arms still high over her head.

He put the phone down. He went over to Karen. He slapped her hard twice, gripped her jaw, spoke loudly, threateningly to her close up.

“Listen up, you! You do what I say, when I say it, or I’m gonna beat your little sister again. Got that!?”

She nodded, trembling. He undid her wrists, freeing her from the ring. Free from her restraints, she stood against the wall, trying to cover herself. Mark handed her a bottle of baby oil. “Rub this on me. All over me. Everywhere. Go on, start rubbing it on.”

Slowly, she opened the bottle and put some into her hand. She reached over, not sure where to start. She touched his shoulder, started putting it on there. He grabbed her wrist. “Slowly, girl, slowly. Press into it. That’s it. Now, all over. Use both hands.” He pulled her hand down to his crotch, made her touch his cock, all erect and hanging out like a horse now. “Get going,” he snarled at her.

Slowly, Karen began to rub the man’s penis. It was dark brown, with a big flared head on it. The whole thing was huge; big around, and long too. She could barely get her little fingers around it. He kept telling her to use both hands; rub more. She slid her hand along from the very tip to the very base, just touching it with her right hand. She’d never touched a man there before, except that one time two years ago when Uncle Mike made her give him a hand job. That had been so gross. This one was bigger than Uncle Mike’s, a lot bigger. She started doing the same thing her uncle had made her do, not wanting him to start hitting her or her sister again. She’d make him shoot his sperm like her uncle did, then he’d let them go maybe. OK, she could do this. Gross, he was so old! His thing was not only huge, it weighed a ton. She knelt down, using both hands to grip his enormous dick, sliding the oil all over it, then rubbing the oil around on his balls. It was all so disgusting. This old, old man, making her touch his dark brown junk all over with this baby oil. She tried not to look as she stroked him, rubbing his nuts every so often. She hoped Julie wasn’t watching, but he could hear the old man yelling at her to watch. “Watch and learn, little girl! Little white girl gonna be next!”