Chapter 45: Prison Life II

Mark Stever had graduated from county lock-ups to state prison at the age of 19. His life of petty crimes had finally landed him a stretch of six years in the state penitentiary. He got along well enough. Kept to himself, just stayed with other blacks. He wasn’t the brightest person. He’d dropped out of junior high, and his slightly disturbed brain never had a chance to properly develop.

Mark knew Tyrone and T, the two big weight lifters that were always in and out of the prison. No newbies, they usually got their old cell when they came back, and the same respect as before. Mark looked up to them. They knew how to live. They came back inside after only two months, started talking about the shit they’d done on the outside. This time it had been for breaking parole, that was the official charge. What the police didn’t know about were the five white teenage girls they’d raped while they were out, include two fourteen-year-olds and one twelve-year-old. The robberies, the stolen cars, it was the rich life for two months. Mark was convinced. When it was his turn to get out, he would do what they did. He talked to them often by working out in the gym when they did. He would ask how they did this, or how to do that. He learned all about surprise and speed. He learned tidbits here and there about how to keep girls quiet, how to make them obey you. His biggest interest was how. Malls, huh? It was counter-intuitive of him to go anywhere near expensive malls, but they said it was where the best pussy was. “You just have to be patient,” Tyrone had said once.

The day finally came and Mark was released. Mark had a plan. He took the bus to town, stole an old car, went right to the mall. He’d been waiting for over a year now, working with this plan, just waiting to put it into action. He sat low in the seat, watching cars come and go. His plan was to watch two women come in with an SUV. He’d hide in the back and ride silently with them back to their home. Once parked in the garage, he’d wait until they went inside before getting out. Then he’d go inside, have his own party.

Mark’s problem was that everybody here was driving an SUV! He’d never seen so many Mercedes, BMW’s and Porsche’s in one place. He started watching the people inside the cars more as they drove in. Finally, one caught his eye. A BMW 7-Series black sedan. A middle-aged woman was driving, a teenage girl beside her, possibly her daughter. He slowly followed them into the garage.

They parked on the third floor. As he drove by, he saw the two get out. Oh, shit yeah! He didn’t get much of a look at the momma, but the girl was a smokin’ hot babe. Maybe sixteen. He drove down a way, parked, slowly walked toward their car. He watched as the two went in the Dillard’s entrance. Once they were inside, he went over and worked the trunk lid. He knew from past lessons how to open a trunk without setting off the alarm. The trunk popped open. He climbed inside the empty space, closed the trunk lid. Now to wait. Twelve hours ago, he’d been in prison. Now he was in a trunk with a roll of duct tape he’d had. He dug around a bit, pulled out the spare tire wrench. It would do fine. He hoped he was the same size as the man at home. He needed new clothes. He didn’t want to wear these prison clothes another minute. He took his shirt off. One thing for sure- he was quite buff from the time in the gym.

After about 45 minutes, he heard footsteps outside. The car beeped, the doors opened and the two people got in. The driver started the engine, backed up, and drove off. Mark felt the small baggie in his pocket. He’d bought four Viagra’s the day before he got out. He reviewed his plan. Surprise and speed, just like Tyrone and T had preached. After about ten minutes, he felt them pull into a driveway. He heard a garage door closing as the two people got out talking. The big door closed and stopped. The people went inside. A door closed; then silence. Mark worked the trunk, got it open and got out. He moved slowly towards the door to the house. Once there, he slowly turned the handle, slowly eased it open after the automatic garage light went out. He’d noticed a big Chevy Yukon in the garage, too. Looked brand new.

Mark eased the door open. Some little dog ran around the corner, tail wagging. He held the door open, waved at the dog to come closer. When he could, he snatched the small dog up and tossed him onto the slippery garage floor, then quietly closed the door. He turned back. A kitchen was around the corner. By looking at a window in the next room, he could see the kitchen in the reflection. A woman was putting away groceries. He waited, heard and saw no one else. Then he heard someone run upstairs. Probably the girl. When the woman had her back to him, bending down to put something away under the counter, he came around the corner and moved up quickly behind her. Just as she started to stand up, Mark raised the tire iron and slammed it down across the back of her head. She let out a big “UH!” and went right back down, onto her knees. She fell over to the right, against another cabinet, either knocked out or very out of it. He quickly took the duct tape he’d brought and started to wrap it around the woman’s wrists. Next, he taped her ankles, then her mouth.

He paused. OK, this one is secure. Who else is here? At least one other he knew of. He heard a noise in the basement. A power saw turned on, then off. So, dear old dad is down working in the basement. He went to the basement door, slowly moved down the stairs. He saw a man standing over a work bench, with goggles and ear protection on, studying something on the bench as the saw ran. He moved slowly forward, then quickly hit the man over the head as hard as he could. The man let out a grunt and fell forward onto the bench. Mark turned off the saw, dragged the man to a foundation pole; taped his hands behind him around the pole. He taped his feet and his mouth, then went back upstairs. Shit, that was easy so far. He saw some big tie-wraps, then used them on the man’s feet and wrists.

Mark walked down the hall, checking the different rooms for others. At the stairs, he started up slowly. He saw a door open, a light inside. As he got nearer, he could hear movement inside. He remembered what he’d learned inside the Walls; Speed ans surprise. Don’t wait. You never know when you might be back inside, so get as much as you can, as quick as you can. He grinned, remembering his basic plan. Suddenly, he heard a new noise down the hall.

Stacey Marie Wilcox was just fourteen years old, an eighth grader. She sat in her room, working on her science project. As she focused on it, she never noticed the man slowly move behind her. Suddenly, somebody grabbed her; threw her down to the floor. A large hand pressed against her face. A man’s voice, close and angry, said “Shut your fuckin’ mouth.” She lay there face down, looking back, scared to death now. It was a black man, with no shirt and orange pants. She managed to mumble a “Who are you?’ and “What do you want?” The man ignored her. He sat on her back, let go of her face as he repeated, “Shut the fuck up!” She heard tape tearing, then he forced a big piece of duct tape right over her mouth. Next, she felt him wrapping tape around her wrists behind her back. She panicked now; hardly able to breathe, her nose all stuffed up from starting to cry. The man roughly yanked her to her feet, shoved her to the door and out into the hallway.

Stacey stood about 4’ 11”, weighed maybe 90 pounds. She was pretty average looking for her young age; long, brown hair, no chest development yet to speak of. A tiny, tight butt and skinny legs. Stacey went with the man to her older sister’s room. Kelly will fix this she thought. She’ll know what to do.

Kelly Marie Wilcox stood in her bedroom, looking at her new clothes in the mirror, trying to decide what to wear to school tomorrow. Kelly was sixteen years old, about 5’ 4” tall, weighed 112 pounds. She had medium-length blonde hair, a very cute face with just the right amount of make-up. Slim, but what she was most proud of was her boobs. They were definitely above average in size. Men in the stores were always looking. At the moment she was thrilled to notice how these tight shorts really made her butt look super sexy too. Kelly knew very well what her assets were, and she used them to advantage often. In her sophomore class, she was one of the few girls with bigger breasts. Being short and skinny just made her that much more desirable. She could show some cleavage and get any boy to look. Even grown-ups, male teachers, even men at the stores looked at them. For once, she had something that others wanted that she could control. It was fun alright. Like that time last month when she’d run to the QT store with Stacey, wearing just her thinnest silk blouse and no bra. They sat outside, slowly licking ice cream cones, and there wasn’t a man who didn’t stare and grin. Or their wives who scowled.

Kelly could have any man she wanted, but being just sixteen limited her to her fellow sophomore geeks and a few older boys. When she was fifteen, she’d given a basketball player on the junior varsity a blow job once. Her next boyfriend was a varsity football player. She’d given him a blowjob once too. The very next date, he’d taken her virginity. Then he’d gone out with someone else and the relationship ended.

Now Kelly was looking at her new pink blouse when she noticed her sister coming in. She turned and saw Stacey, taped up, being pushed in by a big, black man. What the...?! The man shoved Stacey roughly forward, then quickly grabbed her own arm. Just as she started to let out a scream or a cry, the man violently punched her right in her stomach. Twice he hit her; she let out a big lung-full of air all at once, then struggled against her cramping abdomen to take a breath of air again. As she gripped her arms around her stomach, the man grabbed her up and then made both of them go out into the hall, then down the stairs.

Mark was really proud of himself. So far, things had gone well enough. Well, the mother had been easy, with her back turned and all. The father had on the ear protection and the saw, so that was even easier. The first girl luckily hadn’t put up much of a struggle, though he’d been going as fast as he could. Speed and surprise. He normally did break-ins and things, nothing to do with people. This was new. Not only was he dealing with white people, he was planning on raping them, too. Suddenly, he had two young white girls, their parents taped up, all to himself. He was gonna have a party he’d never forget.

He made both girls move to the stairs, then down to the first floor. He forced them to the living room, made them sit on the couch. As he watched them, telling them not to move, he went into the kitchen. The woman there was just coming around. He grabbed her up, dragged her to the same living room. As the girls cried out for their mother, he propped her up in a chair, then wrapped some tape around her so she couldn’t get up. She wasn’t too bad looking, either. He stood next to her, put a finger in her top and pulled it out to look inside. She tried to pull away, but he got a good look at those big titties of hers. Big ones.

Mark turned to the two girls. He grabbed Stacey, pulled her to another chair, made her sit and then taped her there. He said to her, “You sit here, watch the show. Maybe learn sumthin’.” He grinned. He put a finger to her top, looked inside. Nothing yet. Oh well; that can be sexy too.

Mark turned to the older daughter. He asked her, “How old are you, girl?” She mumbled sixteen. “What about her?” pointing to her sister. “Four, fourteen...” He made her stand up in front of her mom and sister. She was crying, kept asking what did he want, to please just let them go. He ignored her, just kept threatening her with the tire iron. As she stood there, Mark took ahold of her blouse with both hands and roughly tore it wide open, make the four buttons pop off and fly away. She had on this bra, and man, some big fucking tits! Smaller than her mom’s, but oh so nice for such a little teen girl. With great force, he pulled the shirt off of her as she tried to stop him. He stopped once, began slapping her face again and again. Finally, she relented, letting him finish ripping her new pink blouse. Next, he grabbed her shorts and pulled them down too. After he pulled them off her legs, taking her shoes off with it, he slowly moved back up, his hand slowly sliding up the inside of her leg. Long, thin, white teenage legs. He felt himself getting hard. He rubbed her inner thigh some, then took her panties and pulled them roughly off of the terrified teen. He pushed his face into her small, blonde bush, taking a deep breath. The girl stood there, shaking, pleading quietly for him to stop this. He stood up, reached behind her, unhooked her bra and took it off. He grabbed a tit, squeezed it tightly as he forced her to turn sideways. He spoke to the woman.

“Yo, lady, watch my black cock tear up your baby girl. You just sit there and watch while I takes me her virginity.” Mark pushed the nude girl to the chair where her sister was. “Bend over, bitch,” he growled, grabbing her hair and making her bend over. “You put your fucking tits in your sister’s face and rub them around. Do it, do it or I’ll start fucking her up.”

Kelly, crying and trembling bad, bent over in front of Stacy. She did as he said, not wanting him to hit Stacey, too. She got her boobs close to her face. The man said to use her hands, push them into her face; rub them around. Slowly, reluctantly, she put her hands under her boobs, pushing them out a little, then moved forward an inch until they touched her sister. The man kept yelling at her; telling her to move them around, rub them on Stacey’s face more. She did, slowly. She hated that it made her nipples all hard and erect. She kept whispering, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry...”

Kelly noticed the man behind her had taken off his pants, then his boxers. Oh my God, he was huge! His penis was enormous. As she rubbed her boobs in her sister’s face, she pleaded with the man to leave her alone. He stepped up, forced his way between her thin legs, as she said, “No! Don’t! Don’t! I don’t want to! You can’t make me! No! No! No!” He grabbed her hair tight again. He told her to press her tit to her sister’s mouth. So long as he wasn’t trying to have sex with her, she did what he said. She leaned forward a little, put her nipple right near Stacey’s lips.