Chapter 41: Overdose III

Excitement in the girl scout troop ran rampant when word got out that Cathy and Sherri Longhorn had gotten a $100 dollar tip and an order for fifty boxes from a single customer! It took a while to find out anything more- since both girls were currently in bed with a cold or something. So instead, rumors were all over the place. One thing seemed certain- wearing a short skirt in lower-income neighborhoods apparently works!

Kathy Harper and her friend Nancy Johnson were both members of the Western Illinois Girl Scouts. The group was having another cookie sale in November, and the two girls, like every other girl in the troop, wanted to find that fifty box order / hundred-dollar tip house. Cathy and Sherri Longhorn weren’t saying.

In fact, Cathy and Sherri Longhorn weren’t even sure they were going back there. Last time, they’d both kind of passed out from the heat and woke up later with the flu or something. The order and tip were nice, but the place seemed kind of creepy, and they always felt so sore afterward. Something just didn’t seem right about the place.

Kathy and Nancy looked at a map of the same neighborhood. Just east of them was the back of the Amber Hills subdivision. Known as a lower income area, no one thought there was any big money there. Kathy said they should try it anyway. I mean, no one else had found the house yet.

Nancy said, “Yeah, these others have been worked already by everyone else. Let’s try it, why not.” It was early November and the air was much cooler. They looked in the mirror in Nancy’s bedroom, each one wearing their shortest skirt and unbuttoning one too many buttons on their too-small blouses. Oh yeah, they were hot! They high fived each other, grabbed up the order book and set out. They left their jackets home on purpose. The cool air did indeed make their young nipples stand out.

Nancy had just turned fourteen, about 5’ 3” tall, maybe 105 pounds, brown shoulder-length hair. She had some breasts, not much, kind of average for her age. She did have thin legs and a very cute butt. Kathy looked similar to Nancy but one year older, maybe an inch taller. Kathy’s hair was longer but the same brown color. Kathy though, she definitely had breasts that would make eighteen-year-olds jealous.

Kathy and Nancy cut through the woods to the Amber Hills neighborhood. They started going door to door. When a woman answered, she usually scoffed at their attire and said no thanks. But, when a man answered, they always just stood there and stared at their chests while telling them how many boxes of whatever they wanted. Sometimes they’d make some rude comments, but usually they just stared down their open blouses. If the girls shook their hips a little, they’d usually order more. This was easy!

On the second street, Kathy and Nancy went to the last house on the left, a run-down looking place. Kathy rang the bell. Finally, a man opened the door. He was big, heavyset, jeans and a t-shirt, lots of tattoos. Bald head, beard, he was scary looking, yet kinda looked like Santa Claus.

Kathy stutters, “Uh, um, uh, hello, hello. We, we’re with the girl scouts and are selling cookies to raise money for our troop.” Both girls kinda stood there, not moving. Kathy looked up and to the side while she pushed her chest forward. Nancy bent over like she was looking at her paperwork, knowing the man could now easily see down her blouse. Like shooting fish in a barrel. The guy just stood there for a moment, taking a swig from a bottle of beer, eyeing both girls up and down, with a weird look. Then he suddenly spoke, startling the two slightly.

“Cookies, huh? You got any of those coconut ones?” Kathy and Nancy stood there, then started nodding. Yes, yes, they could order those.

“Ok. Ok, sure. Come on in, I’ll order a boatload.” Marcus stepped back, holding the door open. Usually, the girls just stood on the porch, but it was cold outside, the man looked like Santa, and besides, he’d said he wanted to order a boatload. The two girls walked inside, into a living room. Two men and a woman sat on a couch and a chair, watching football on TV. At least, they had been. Now they were all staring at Kathy and Nancy. “Right over here, girls,” the man at the door said, closing the door and leading them over to the kitchen table. He pulled a chair out. Kathy sat down; Nancy went around next to her.

“Hey Bill! Get these young ladies some holiday juice, will you?” the man said to one of the others in the living room. He turned to the girls. “OK then, now which ones have the coconut in them?” As Kathy and Nancy opened the catalog and found them, the other man came in and got some grape juice out of the fridge. He poured two small cups, with his back to the girls. He used a razor, scooped up some coke and put some in each. He broke up some ruffies and put them in too. Then some more; better be sure. He shook the cups, stirring it all up. He put on a big grin and turned around. “Here you go!” he said cheerfully, putting them down in front of the girls. “Happy Thanksgiving!”

Bill knew that using small cups meant they were more likely to drink it. Putting it right in front of them and standing close put pressure on them to drink up. The girls hemmed at first, but he insisted, saying “It’s a Thanksgiving tradition here. Go on, drink up.” He glared slightly. He meant now.

Kathy paused from pointing out the ingredients of the coconut cookies and took the small cup. She drank the juice down quickly, as did Nancy. They went back to the catalog. The man made them show him more cookies. He ordered ten of these, twenty of those. Soon they had an order for over sixty boxes! Kathy and Nancy were ecstatic! Holy cow, maybe this was the place! The more she worked on the paperwork, the harder it became, though. Everything started getting swirly; Kathy couldn’t hardly focus on what she was doing. She looked up at Nancy. Nancy was holding her chair, swaying around a lot. That was pretty much the last hing she would remember for a while.

Suddenly, one man grabbed Nancy’s arms, then another man grabbed her own arms. Kathy was pulled up from the chair, then pushed and shoved to a door; down some stairs to a basement. She stumbled along, not sure at all what was happening. Well Nancy was right behind her, so this must be the way. At the bottom they were led over near this big queen-size bed. Nancy was shoved next to her. The man holding Kathy’s arm suddenly grabbed her throat with the other hand, then he released her arm and pulled a big knife out from his waist, holding it up near her.

Marcus growled at Kathy up close. “Listen up, little girl. How fucking old are you?” He released her just enough to let her gag out, “fifteen...”. He gripped her neck tight again. The man with Nancy did the same thing. Nancy gagged out, “Four, fourteen...” Both girls gripped the men’s hands helplessly. Marcus spoke to both of them.

“Take off them fucking clothes, girls. Right fucking now. Put them on that chair over there, nice and neat like. Go on, git!” he barked. He eased off of her throat enough to let her breathe, but kept a firm grip. Bill did the same to Nancy. They didn’t want to leave any lasting marks or bruises. Slowly, hands shaking, Kathy started to undo her blouse. She didn’t even hesitate. The drugs made her scared shitless, and for some reason she was feeling very, very warm, too. She didn’t know why she was so scared, but she was too afraid not to do what this big man said. She was so scared she was trembling now. She also was feeling quite warm. Hot, even sweaty. These clothes, they were way too warm. She practically forgot that four grown-ups were watching her now. She did notice Nancy taking her blouse off too. Yep, they were both still sexy she thought. She giggled for some reason. Nancy looked back at her, started giggling too. Neither knew why; they just did. The man got their attention again. “Keep going!” he snapped.

Kathy started to reach behind her, but saw Nancy reaching for her skirt, so she switched and reached for hers, too. She slid hers down as Nancy did, saw that Nancy had on her pink panties with the puppies on them. Kathy had some old white ones was all. Both girls stood there in their underwear, then moved slowly towards the chair and put their blouses and skirts on it.

“Keep going,” the big man snapped. He wasn’t Santa any more. Kathy waited for Nancy, then both together took off their bras. They dropped them on the chair, then with trembling hands they both eased their underwear down. They put them on the floor by the chair. The man spoke again.

Marcus yelled, “Stand facing each other! Do it! Face each other! You, put your hands on her tits! Go on! Put them on her tits! I said do it!” He screamed at her from inches away. The girl put her hands up on the girl with the bigger tits. She put them there, then just froze. Marcus yelled at the other girl; made her do the same thing. He made them rub and caress the other one’s breasts. They forced them to do this for a while, stroking themselves as they watched those hot little tits being molested by each girl. Man, young girls had such sexy boobs.

Marcus made them turn around, bend over and put their hands on their knees. He made them rub their cute little asses together, as someone started some hard rock music playing. As they were forced to do this, they had to push their arms closer together too, making their cleavage even more pronounced. Everyone could see these two were a couple of cute white girls, much like the other two last August. One girl had regular tits for a fourteen-year-old, but the other had some really, really nice melons. Bending over and wiggling their asses together just made those tits so fucking sexy looking.

Marcus walked in front of the girl with big tits, rubbing his cock and holding it out to her. “Open up girl,” he growled, pressing the head to her lips. She didn’t of course, so he got down, and inch from her face again, and yelled at her to open her fucking mouth or he’d knock all those fucking white teeth of her out. She started crying now, still looking totally confused, but at least she opened her mouth.

Meanwhile, Bill walked in front of young Nancy and did the same thing to her. She too slowly opened her mouth, then immediately gagged and choked when he pushed in between her lips. Marcus was making Kathy lick his cock, spit on it, getting him good and ready to fuck her. Bill just began fucking Nancy’s mouth, back and forth, making her gag a lot. After a few minutes of this “foreplay”, they got down to business.