Chapter 44: Prison Life

Tyrone Gorleck and T. Sylvester were two black criminals, doing life with the occasional parole. Since their first arrest when they were just twelve years old, they’d been in and out of jail. Their usual routine was to get out, commit more crimes to finance their freedom; go back to jail. Today, they both were in their late thirties, pretty buff from the prison gym, and due to be released today. Jackson Speck held some of their things, and would let them stay with him over at his crib on Jefferson Street. At least, until the next time they got arrested. Prison life was predictable, organized. Outside was disorganized chaos, but could be way more fun.

Tyrone and T were led down the cell block, through administration and in about thirty minutes they were outside, getting on a city bus with their one-time pass. The bus drove to the center of town, let them out. Tyrone and T stepped out into the cold rain, free again. They looked around, then Tyrone asked where to.

T said, “First thing we gotta do is get us a ride, then some pussy. I’m so fucking horny I’m about to jerk off right here.” He stood there, eyeing every woman and girl he could see. They started to walk down the street, turning a few corners before finding an older Chevy Yukon parked by the curb, it took them about twenty seconds to get in and start it. The two drove down the back streets, made a few stops, collected two of their stashed guns at Jackson’s place. They said get ready to party; we’ll be back.

T and Tyrone drove through quiet neighborhoods until they got to the Galleria. Expensive shopping malls sometimes had opportunities but risks, too. The key was not to get noticed, so no driving endlessly around. They found a parking spot in the garage, second floor, near the mall entranceway. Sit quiet, low, watch. Sometimes you go fosihing and don’t catch a thing. Then you gotta go grab some ugly, fat black bitch down in the hood. Sometimes you get lucky here though. A lot of people came and went. T watched every pussy he saw, with no regard to age. Around 7:50 PM, a Lexus SUV drove by, parked down a way. About five young teenage girls jumped out, walking quickly towards the entrance.

“Holy shit,” T said, watching the show. They all wore skirts. Every one of them was a hottie. An older lady walked behind them, trying to keep up. The whole group disappeared into the mall. T and Tyrone looked at each other, grinning. Wouldn’t it be nice...

Suddenly the doors opened and two of those same girls ran back out. They stopped, looked around, trying to remember where their car was parked. Tyrone started the Yukon. The two girls walked slowly forward, straight towards them and then turned left, walking up the ramp towards where they had parked. They suddenly saw their Lexus and ran over, opening the back with the remote.

Tyrone pulled out, “Get ready,” he said. “No doubt,” said T, pulling up his black hoodie. Tyrone pulled up next to the luxury SUV and stopped, quickly throwing it in Park. T and Tyrone jumped out, guns in hand. One girl turned her head and noticed the man getting out of the car behind them. She saw him, then the gun. Her eyes went wide; her mouth opened. Tyrone pressed the big pistol firmly against the side of her head as he grabbed her upper arm. She instantly froze. The second girl glanced up and saw him too. She froze, still with her hand in her bag, eyes as wide as the other girl. T ran up an instant later, grabbing the second girl by the arm, pressing his gun to the side of her head, too. Surprise and speed; works every time. Tyrone held the closest girl, gripping her arm firmly. He said quietly with a lot of anger, “Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!”. T forced the girl he had towards the Yukon. He slammed her against the side, growled angrily, “Get in! Get in! Get the fuck in the car, bitch!” T threw open the back door, shoved his girl into the back seat. “Get in! Get the fuck in!” She half climbed; half fell into the back seat. Tyrone shoved the second girl in right behind her, then slammed the door shut. As T ran around, Tyrone jumped in the driver’s seat, put it in Drive and sped off.

T turned to the two girls, pointing his gun at them. “Anyone try to get out, I shoot the other one. You just stay quiet, do what you’re told, and nothing bad will happen.” Tyrone chuckled as they turned onto the street and left the Galleria.

Becky Wells was fourteen years old, a member of the local church choir. Her and the other girls had been to Christmas Choir practice, and now Mrs. Grady was taking them to the Galleria for some shopping. Becky had a credit card, with a very low upper limit, but she suddenly realized she’d left it in her book bag in the car. She grabbed her friend Angela to go with her. She wasn’t supposed to go anywhere alone, so this seemed like a good solution. Mrs. Grady gave her the car key remote and said for the two of them to hurry back.

Becky and Angela ran to the parking garage. Becky was about 5’2” tall, weighed maybe 105 pounds. White, with long blonde hair, she was a very adorable 14-year-old. Angela Gibbs was a month younger, also fourteen. She stood about the same height, weighed about the same but with shorter, brown hair. In the choir, Becky and Angela were best friends, partly because of two things. In the choir, Becky and Angela were the youngest, and they also had the biggest boobs. Without a doubt, both girls had cleavage till Tuesday. They compared them once in the school shower. Both stood out. Becky’s boobs hung down some, but the main part was already quite big, about a 32A bra size. Her small size only enhanced their appearance. Angela was very similar, the only difference being that Becky had regular looking nipples, while Angela’s were darker, puffier.

The two eighth graders ran to the Lexus, unlocked it and opened the rear door. As Becky searched through her school bag, a car pulled by, then someone came up to them. Surprised, they both turned to see a big, angry black grown-up pointing a big gun at them. He grabbed Angela, pressing his gun to her head. Just then another black man came up, with a big gun, too. The second man grabbed Becky, telling them both to shut up. Becky got slammed against this white car behind them. The man opened the door, still pressing the gun to her head, then shoved her inside. Angela got shoved in on top of her. The door slammed shut, then they started to drive away. Becky thought about jumping out before they went too far, but then the man turned around, saying he’d shoot the other one if either tried to jump out. Becky quickly pulled her hand back from the door handle. The shock and surprise were now fear and confusion. These men were scary! They were being taken away! The man was pointing a big gun at them, scaring them to cry. Becky grabbed Angela’s arm; Angela grabbed her back. Big tears began in both of them.

Becky started to ask questions. “Who, who are you? What do you want? Let us go, you have to let us go! What do you want?” Angela started crying, “Let us go, I want to go now, I want to go...” T just sat there, casually pointing the gun at them.

“We going to a party, girls! We gonna have fun! You gonna meet our friends and everything. Cake, ice cream, it’s gonna be fun. It’s a coming home party!”

The two listened, terrified, then said no, they didn’t want to go, they wanted to go home. One kept saying she wanted her mommy. He started asking them questions; their names, their ages.

T turned to Tyrone. “Becky, the blonde. Angela, the brunette. Both are, get this, fourteen. Well, my, my, my...” Tyrone laughed. T said, “Party girls alright! Let’s get this party started.”

T turned to the two girls, told them to take of their coats. The two just kept asking questions, saying they wanted to get out, going on and on but not taking their coats off. T got a very angry look on his face, pressed his gun against the brunette’s forehead. He looked at the blonde. “Take off that fucking coat, white girl.” She slowly took off her ski jacket, still clutching each other mostly. “Ooooooh-weeee!” T called. “Look at them fucking titties! No fucking way! You says you’re fourteen?” Becky nodded. “Holy shit, girl, holy fucking shit.” T could hardly believe it. Fourteen-year-old tween, with what looked like some big tits under that shirt she had on. Damn! He didn’t want to spoil the party, but he had to see some more. He told her to undo two of her shirt buttons. Slowly she did as he more casually pointed gun at the brunette still. When the blonde had them undone, he reached over and with one finger he slowly pulled each side open more. He was wrong. This girl had cleavage like crazy. These tits of hers were big alright, and yet her small little body just made them seem even bigger.

T turned to Angela, put a hand to her chest as she tried to back away. “And you,” he said, “you about the same? Holy shit, you are. Holy fucking, shit, lookie that. Feel them titties of yours.” He felt up her breasts through her shirt. A big cup, a good handful. Holy fuck. They’d never believe them back on the cell block. He grabbed her cell phone, took a couple of pictures of the girls. “More later, sweetie,” he grinned at her. T turned to Tyrone. “Dude, young, white and big tits. We gotta get to Jackson’s quick, bro.”

About twenty minutes later, the Yukon pulled in behind Jackson Speck’s place. The two grabbed the girls, dragging them from the car. Even though they kept telling them to keep quiet, with their guns pressed to their heads, the two kept pleading, quietly, begging them to let them go, crying all the time. Into the back door they were forced, then down some stairs to a basement. Jackson was in the kitchen, saw them all come in and head downstairs to the party room. He followed them down. After all, it was his place.

“Took you niggers long enough! Where the fuck you been? You got out before noon, fools.” At the bottom of the stairs, Tyrone told Jackson to shut the fuck up. “Look what we brought, nigger!” Tyrone snapped. Jackson stared, let out a long whistle.

“You just out today and you come home with this? Already? My oh my oh my. What have we here.” He moved around the two girls slowly. T said, “This one, she be fourteen. That one, she’s fourteen too.” Jackson stopped in front of Becky. He leaned close.

“Fourteen? Nah, you kidding, right? No way a little fourteen-year-old gonna have titties that nice. No fucking way.” He stood there staring at her rack for a bit. “You ever suck nigger cock before, snowflake?” Jackson asked her. She just answered by pleading in a shaking voice to please let them go. “You two ain’t going nowhere; not ‘till you’ve been edumicated.”

Becky and Angela were pushed over near a mattress on the floor. They stood there, holding each other, as the three men started doing things. First, all three got undressed. Right in front of them; Angela couldn’t believe it. Her young, brown eyes were wide open. She’d never seen a man naked before, except her dad once by accident. These grown-ups were about her dad’s age, but bigger, and black people, too. She’d heard somewhere that black men had bigger penis’ but what did she know? These men each had a big, brown one. They were huge. Each hung out in front in a big arch, and each had a big, flared, brown head on the end. Angela now gripped Becky even harder, even more scared than before.

One man lit up some marijuana, the three men shared it, passing it around. They made Angela and Becky smoke some. Of course, Angela and Becky tried not to, but they were both easily intimidated. Angela mostly gagged and choked on it. One man lit a big cigar. Rap music began playing. These colored lights came on. The three men came back over and stood in front of her and Becky. Each man was big. Each man was naked, with their private parts hanging right there in front of them, not two feet away. And these things were halfway across. Big, brown, like a giant sausage or something. Angela, having never seen one before, couldn’t help staring at all four of them. They each had lots of black pubic hair. They each had these big, dark ball sacks hanging underneath. Angela was so terrified, she couldn’t help staring, fearing what might come next. She was so young and innocent, she still hadn’t figured out that she was about to be gang-raped. To Angela, she thought they just wanted her to maybe touch them. That would be so gross! The three men eyed the girls up and down for a while, then the one with the cigar said, “Strip, bitch,” pointing at Angela. Angela, shaking, held Becky tight as she shook her head no. “No, no, I, I don’t want to, no, please...”

Tyrone stepped up, put his cigar to the blonde one, holding her upper arm and burning her there. Both girls cried out; the blonde really screamed. The brunette said, “Ok, ok, ok...” Tyrone stepped back, let go of the blonde’s arm. Hesitantly, the other girl began to get undressed. She pulled off her sweater vest, then undid her blouse next. The three watched closely as the young girl removed her blouse slowly. The brunette tried covering herself, but there was no doubt. This little white girl had nice titties alright. Tyrone made her drop the bouse with the sweater, then told her to keep going. With shaking hands, she slowly took off her skirt. She didn’t realize it, but going slowly only made the show even more erotic for these men. Standing there in her underwear, all three began to get even harder. She had this big bra on, still hiding those tits. Her small size just made them look even bigger. For Tyrone and T, it’d been seven years. Slowly, the girl eased her panties off. No hair, just a little girl slit. Total virgin. Then with trembling hands, she unhooked the front of her bra and, pausing momentarily, she removed it. Quickly she covered herself with her hands crossed over her chest, each hand trying to cover a breast, with just some success, her bigger areoles being hard to cover.

Tyrone stepped up close to her. She stood there covering herself, turning sideways to him. He leaned down close to her ear.

“Listen up, little girlie. Here’s what you gotta do next. You gotta undress your friend here. Do it now, or I start slicing her.” He held up a sharp hunting knife, all polished stainless steel. He stepped back, told her to get going. He reached over and grabbed Becky’s hair, pulling her closer. He put the knife to her face. He glared at Angela, snarled, “I said now, bitch!”