Chapter 34: Opportunity in the Night

Marcus Risen was a young black man, trying to survive in the city’s ghetto district. Life was hard. He worked for Darnel, one of the guys who ran the different “businesses” in the hood. Everyone worked for someone here. Marcus had been teamed up with Jimi, and the two of them specialized in home robberies. They were good at finding empty homes, getting in and stealing valuables. They were quick to leave, too, which is probably why they were so successful. City homes had jewelry. Country homes had guns.

On this night, they were in a newer subdivision on the other side of the city. They cruised around, found a home with no lights on at 7:30 PM. A large pond was behind the house. They parked the stolen minivan, crept across near the pond and went up by the house. Marcus stared inside, finally getting a view of the front entrance. “I don’t see any alarm pad by the door,” he said. Jimi tried the window. It slid open a little. He paused. No alarm. He slid it open more. Not a sound. The place seemed empty. They first crept through the downstairs looking for occupants. If they found any, they’d leave quick. But this place was empty. Upstairs, empty too. They started looting the bedrooms, stuffing things into pillow cases. They went down the stairs, then the doorbell rang. Both men froze.

Stephanie Lockwood was a Senior Girl Scout at the age of fifteen. She was supposed to meet her friend Susan at 7:45 to go teach painting to some junior girl scouts. She got to their door at 7:45 PM, noticing the lights were all off in front. They must be in the back. She rang the doorbell. It made these loud ding-dong sounds, like a chapel or something. She waited, then waited some more. She was about to ring the church bells again when the door suddenly opened. No one was there, but a man in the shadows to one side said, “Come on in, they’re in back.” A little unsure, Stephanie gingerly stepped in. She’d been here many times before, so she started to go down the hallway, which was totally dark. She stopped, waiting for someone to turn on a light.

Marcus and Jimi had looked out the side windows and seen the little white girl. Who she was, they had no idea. But she didn’t live here if she rang the bell. She was alone. Jimi said, “Come on, why not? We’ve only been here ten minutes. What’s ten more minutes?”

Marcus, acting on 19-year-old impulse, said, “Fuck it. Ok, you go first, I’ll check the downstairs. Then my turn. Go on, just open it. Stay out of sight...”

Jimi opened the door, staying behind it. Marcus stood on the other side, out of sight. He said, all friendly-like, “Come on in! They’re in the back.” The girl stepped in slowly, took a few steps, the stopped. She was maybe 4’ 10” tall. Thin, long, straight brown hair. She had these nice titties, he wasn’t sure how big, but she looked young in the darkness. Jimi closed the door behind her. She turned, then Jimi grabbed her, covering her mouth and dragging her quickly upstairs. It took some effort; she was struggling quite a bit. Jimi kept saying angrily, “Move it, bitch! Move it! Move your sweet little ass, girl! Move!” He kept yanking her, keeping her off balance. Marcus saw he was handling her well enough, so he began searching the downstairs. He could hear the girl trying to scream, all the commotion upstairs. He heard Jimi punch her a few times. She quieted down to some muffled crying. Jimi was always yelling at her.

“I said shut the fuck up! You keep your motherfuckin’ mouth closed, girl! Less I tells you to open it! Then you gonna suck my dick, you hear me?! Get on that fucking bed, bitch!” Marcus could hear the girl whimpering, crying. He couldn’t hardly wait for his turn. He had to focus hard to properly search the downstairs quickly. She looked like she was maybe twelve.

Jimi threw the girl onto the bed. He climbed immediately on top of her, always talking, always yelling at her. He grabbed her blouse, roughly tore it open. It was a heavier material, but the best part was what was underneath. She had no bra on, and holy fucking shit, she had some really nice tits! Maybe the big, brown nipples made them look bigger, but damn. As he continued to tear the blouse from her, he demanded her age. He gripped her neck tight, strangling her, demanding an answer, then letting her speak. “Fifteen...” she said. Jimi didn’t waste any time. He hit her a couple of more times as he tore open her jeans and yanked them, and her panties too, down and off of her. He shoved her legs apart, pushed in between her knees. Man, this young white girl was small. Very short, very sexy long hair though. A small bush of brown hair between her legs, and these awesome tits. He pulled his gym pants down, grabbing his now hard cock out with his fist and putting it right to her little pussy. He struggled with her legs with the other hand, hitting her two more times. Shit, don’t beat her up too bad, dog. He concentrated on finding that little virgin hole of hers. He pushed around, used his finger to find it, guide himself into it. She was hardly wet at all. He was still dry.