Chapter 46: Prison Life III

Mark Steaver drove north through Washington State. It had been six weeks since he’d been released from prison, the infamous state prison in California. On his first day free, he’d gotten very lucky. He’d overpowered and had his way with a family of four, including fourteen-year-old and sixteen-year-old white girls. He’d gotten pictures on the stolen iPhone, uploaded them to a photo site, then tossed the phone in the river. At the time, had anyone known about his deeds, he’d have been Top Con in Cell Block Fourteen. And, he’d done it single handed, first day out.

Since then, he’d done nothing but some petty thieving, stealing just enough to get by on. Luxury life indeed! He was angry, for he’d not had any pussy at all since the day he got out. As he jerked off night after night under a bridge or behind a dumpster, he fantasized about having money and planning his next sexual fantasy. His black dick was overdue.

In a small town, he’d gone into a supermarket after visiting the local pot store. They were pretty liberal here in Washington; the kid didn’t even care that he’d ‘forgotten’ his driver’s license. This in itself was enough to get him a parole violation, not to mention leaving the state of California. Minor offenses, but when the day comes this will be what he admits to.

In the supermarket, he spotted this younger white girl with an amazing butt in a pair of very tight shorts. She was with her friend or sister, another hottie. He watched them as he pretended to be shopping. One girl had bigger tits; the other was younger it looked like. He guessed they were mid-teens. They were following their mother, doing shopping, seemingly bored to death as they studied their iPhones. He watched them until they got to frozen foods, then went up front.

Mark checked out first, went outside and got in his car. He watched until the woman and two girls came out. They walked down to a Jeep Wagoneer, put their groceries in and drove off. Mark followed at a distance. They drove down one highway, then another for a few miles. Suddenly they slowed, turned into a subdivision. He slowed, turned too. He’d lost sight of them, but then came around one corner and saw the car in a driveway, the three women starting to unload it. He noted the address. He noted the back faced the forest. He turned around, counted houses. Fourth from the end. He drove out of the subdivision. He’d go check into a homeless shelter somewhere, giving him an alibi, then come back after dark. The plan was starting to come together.

Mark drove into the city; found the shelter and signed in. After having some free food, he snuck out the back and drove back to the subdivision. He parked on a gravel road about ¼ mile away. He wore his old black jeans. Under his dirty red hoodie, he wore sunglasses. He walked through the forest, carrying duct tape and a big tire wrench. He moved quietly along, found the entrance, counted four houses in. He snuck up behind, testing for motion-sensing lights. None came on. He looked around the corner. Sure enough, the Wagoneer sat parked in the driveway. He next moved close to a window, looking in carefully. He saw a couple of cats. Good, no dogs. He found the back door to the garage unlocked. He slowly eased the door open, went in.

As he stood there blending in with the shadows, the door suddenly opened from the house. A man carrying a big trash bag headed to a trash can in the other corner of the garage. Mark made his move. He moved up quickly behind the unsuspecting man, slammed the tire wrench hard onto the man’s head from behind. The man never saw it coming. He let out a grunt, fell down to the concrete, dropping the bag and falling on it. Mark got to work, taping him up, leaving him taped to a lawn mower so he couldn’t get up.

Mark moved to the door. Inside, he saw a foyer and a kitchen. On the left was a dining room. A woman, the mother he’d seen earlier, sat there working on her laptop with her back to him. This was too fucking easy, he thought to himself. Something’s gotta go wrong here. Shut up nigger and just do it! Mark stepped up; the floor creaked just as he was getting close. The lady turned, cried out just as he hit her with the tire iron. Luckily, she didn’t fall out of the chair, but she was still conscious. Someone from another room called out, “Mom?” He hit the woman again, making a thump sound that seemed too loud. she went “uh...” and then went limp. He turned, just as a girl walked up the hallway, saying “Mom?” again. She saw him, shrieked, and tried to run. As she tried, Mark hit her on the back of her head with a glancing blow. She staggered forward, but didn’t go down, stumbling into the living room. Another girl sat in a chair watching TV. She was looking at him now, eyes wide in surprise, then jumping half out of her chair when the man hit her sister again.

Karen Smithers was seventeen, a senior at the local high school. She was on the varsity cheerleading team, and with her figure you could see why. She stood 5’9” tall, weighed maybe 125 pounds. She had long blonde hair, very nice long legs, and breasts that were easily a 34C, with cleavage to spare. Her sister Becky was two years younger. Figure-wise, Becky was less like her sister. Her early development was starting to show, more in her hips and her butt, but not so much in her breasts yet. Karen was way ahead on that front. Still, Karen found her big boobs more problematic than helpful. Sure, they made all the guys look. Problem was, every guy looked. Kids, old men, any guy with a penis would do a double-take. She didn’t exactly hide them, though. There were still the cute guys her own age, or a little older.

Karen lived with her mom and younger sister Becky while their dad was away on business. Becky was fourteen, 5’8” tall, weighed about 115 pounds. Beautiful, soft red hair complimented her slim figure and long legs. For having just turned fourteen, she naturally didn’t have much up there yet, but her butt and her legs were another thing. She had these long legs; thighs not quite touching. A cute butt and hips. Her dad wouldn’t let her wear a bikini. Becky had the cutest face to go with it all, too. Mothers loved her. Fathers had to look away. Her shorts left nothing to the imagination.

Becky jumped up when her sister stumbled into the room with a man behind her. Suddenly the man hit her on her head with something big! Karen went down to her knees. Becky could see blood dripping on the carpet. She didn’t know what to do. Her eyes darted about again and again, scared, terrified. What was happening? Who was this man? Why was he hitting Karen? The man started yelling at her then.

Mark yelled, “You! Get down on the floor! Now! Get down! Next to your sister there. Go on, down!” The younger redhead quickly got down trying to keep away from him and checking on her older sister’s wound. The younger girl kept saying “Oh my God” over and over as she checked on her sister. Mark went to the dining room, came right back dragging their mother with him. He dropped her into a chair, glared at the other two. The older blonde lay there moaning, while he yelled at the younger girl not to move. The younger one was holding her sister, trying to be helpful. He quickly wrapped duct tape around the mother and the chair, securing her in it well enough. He kept slapping her, telling her to wake up. Slowly, she started to come around.

Next, Mark grabbed the younger girl. She seemed like she was in her early teens. He taped her ankles together as her older sister came around, then tried to stop him. He held the tire iron up, threatening the older girl with it again. “You sit there and keep your fucking hands to yourself or I’ll beat the ever-lovin’ shit out of both of you!” he screamed at her. The blonde girl moved back when she thought he was about to hit her again. She was already holding her head, blood on her fingers. She started begging him to leave them alone, pleading with him as she started crying big tears, sobbing for him to stop this. The man just ignored her. He taped the younger girl’s little hands next, then a big piece over her young mouth He’d get to that later. He wanted her right this second, but kept working. He roughly threw her on the couch, told her to pay attention- she was next. He laughed a crazy laugh. The meth he’d taken was really kicking in now. Viagra? Hell, don’t need it with these two white girls.

The man turned to Karen, rage in his eyes, along with a sick, perverted grin. He didn’t hesitate; he pounced right on her. He grabbed her, threw her down on the floor between her mom and her sister. He reached over and slapped her mom a couple of more times, yelling for her to wake up and watch. Her mom suddenly opened her eyes, looking around, tried to talk but her mouth was taped closed. Karen began to really fight now, desperately trying to stop, or slow, this horrible man down. But the man tore into her regardless. He got on top of her, sitting on her stomach. He punched her once, hard in her upper abdomen. Karen gasped for air, momentarily unable to breathe. His powerful hands grabbed her shirt, pulled it violently off of her, over her head. He grabbed her bra, tearing the front clip, jerking hard on it until that too came off of her. Karen was on the floor on her back, a man on top of her, her body half naked; her breasts completely exposed. She kept fighting, her arms bruised and sore, but she kept kicking, kept fighting him as best she could. Karen kept trying to grab the man’s hand to stop him, but she couldn’t even begin to get ahold of it. She used one hand to fight him; the other hand to try and cover her big boobs. She noticed the man was black, younger; very strong, lots of tattoos and braids for hair. He smelled gross. The man moved, grabbed her shorts, then just yanked them roughly down to her knees. He grabbed Karen’s panties; tore them, pulling them down to her knees too. Then he pulled everything off. This monster jumped back on top of her now-naked body. He wrestled with her, grabbing her wrists. He held them to the floor, then leaned down and savagely put as much of Karen’s right breast into his mouth as he could. He sucked very hard on it, his tongue squirming all over her nipple. Karen didn’t feel pain; it was just different. Nobody had ever done this to her before. Her breast and even her nipple actually got aroused. He moved to the other breast, did the same. Karen lay there, seeing her mom struggling and hearing her sister pleaded again and again for the man to stop. Karen lay there, struggling some, waiting for him to finish.