Chapter 7: Birthday Wish

Two brothers, Mark and John Mathis, lived on a farm in northern Arkansas. Since their mother had died, it was just the two of them living there now, running the place. They had a hundred cattle they raised. It was easy work. Once a week you’d herd them into a different field. Every now and then you’d sell one, make a couple of thousand. Bale some hay for the winter. It could be hard work, wasn’t any way to get rich for sure. Yet, it didn’t keep them boys from getting in trouble, neither. Both were right around fifty years old, with ragged looks. They’d each had girlfriends before, but their violent tempers always ended up with them spending the night in jail. Today, they’d been alone for years. Their only outlet was on Saturday night when they would go to Cook’s Bar and Grill, in nearby Townsville. They had a habit of drinking to excess, then stagger to their old truck and somehow manage to drive the few miles down the country road to their farm. This Saturday night, they were carrying on with Grant and Elroy, two alcoholic friends of theirs. It was Grant’s birthday; he’d just turned fifty-six. All four celebrated with plenty of alcohol and noise.

Nearby, Michelle Weaver was finishing up her shift at Mercer’s Grocery as the store began to close. At sixteen, she was one of the younger cashiers there, probably the shortest, too. As others turned off the lights, Michelle clocked out and walked out the front door with the others. Most went to their cars in the parking lot. Michelle stopped and texted her mom to let her know she was on her way, then sent a text to her friend Trish, walking slowly down the strip mall sidewalk. The stores were all closed now except the Chinese restaurant and the bar. Michelle’s father had left them years ago, and her mother worked hard to get by. Michelle’s grocery store paycheck was split 50/50, with half going to the house, and the other half hers to keep.

Michelle had just turned sixteen two months ago, when she had started this job. Tonight was a cool early- fall night, so she wore her dark blue sweater over her work shirt and bra, store jacket and pink jeans. Michelle weighed maybe 112 pounds, stood about 5’ 2” tall. She had light brown hair, just past her shoulders. She had just a little make-up on. She was very cute; yet very particular about who she dated, too. She’d dated briefly a couple of boys, but they never got even to first base with her. All the boys noticed her great butt and legs though.

She lived just a short distance away, in the sub-division across the street from the strip mall. As she walked down the sidewalk, she walked by Cook’s Bar just as four men staggered out the door. She suddenly found herself in the middle of this group of obviously drunk men, unable to go anywhere. They didn’t make any effort to let her by. She said meekly, “excuse me, excuse me please...”, but every time she tried to slip through, they’d move and block it. They were staggering around drunk, laughing and carrying on.

Elroy said, “Hey! Hey! We said we’d get Grant laid tonight, right? Well, look what we have here!” The three others looked down next to them. Between them stood this young teenager, that no one except Elroy had even noticed before now. They turned and stared. The girl said something, tried to move between them.

Mark said, “Hold on there, little missy! Where you goin’?” She started saying again, “Please, I want to get by, excuse me please...”

John said, “I don’t think so! You got to (urp) do something for us first.” He turned to Elroy, laughing. “Where’s you’re van?”

The three men hadn’t meant for this to happen. They’d staggered out of the bar expecting to do nothing more than go their separate ways as usual. Then they’d noticed this teenage girl standing between them. No one knew where she’d come from, but all four of them were still thinking about that wish to get Grant laid tonight. This girl was cute! In their drunken state, she was a lucky lottery ticket ready to be cashed! They kept blocking her way, shuffling her away from the front of the bar to in front of the now-closed drug store.

Elroy took hold of her arm; she started to struggle. “Hey! Let go of me!” she cried out. She started to try and pull away more. Elroy grabbed her mouth with his other hand. Mark grabbed her other arm as Grant walked behind them so no one could see. John walked ahead, looking around for anyone watching. There was nobody to be seen. This just made total sense to them; a great idea at the moment. Just making it up as we go along. As Grant walked behind to help block the view, he fully expected this struggling teenager to break free at any moment and run off, leaving them all to go home.

John was kind of surprised at all of this. He was half joking when he’d said “I don’t think so,” but then it was so easy to move her. She weighed hardly anything, and when she struggled, it actually got him even more excited. Fun! Let’s get Grant laid! Woo!! As long as Elroy was keeping her quiet, he thought why not and kept moving towards the side of the van. Seemed like a good idea at the time. Mark held another arm as Grant staggered closely behind. Everyone helped when they opened the side doors and dragged her inside. Mark climbed in, pulling the girl with him. Jim climbed in too, pushing and shoving her further inside. Grant got in. The van was empty except for a mattress on the floor. This was Elroy’s van, and his occasional home. Elroy closed the doors, then looked around as he staggered to the driver’s seat. No one around. He got behind the wheel, somehow managed to get the van started and began to drive away.

“Hey,” Elroy asked, “Where we goin’?”

John leaned up, laughing while trying to keep quiet. “Ssshhhh! Go to the farm. We’ll park in some field there.” Elroy said, “Oh yeah! Hahaha! I know, that gate up on highway B. Perfect.” John agreed, turned back to their prize. Elroy was chuckling as he turned onto the main road and drove out of town as straight as he could, which wasn’t very.

In back, Michelle kept screaming into the man’s hand, fighting to get herself free. They all smelled bad and reeked of beer and whiskey. These were older men; older than her dad. Two were big, husky looking, like farmers. They were filthy, had big unkempt beards. The guy driving was smaller, scrawnier, but really creepy looking. The fourth guy sat in front of her. He was big, fat, had a dumb laugh. Michelle was really freaking out now. She fought a lot to get free, but they were all holding her pretty tightly. As they drove down the road, the man behind her, the one holding his hand over her mouth, pulled her up some and leaned down by her ear. He whispered angrily, “Listen up, little girl. It’s my buddy’s birthday today, so you gotta give him his birthday present. You hear? Whatever he wants, you gotta give it to him.” He kept laughing as he spoke. She leaned as far away as she could, said something like “I’m not doing anything!” back at him. They all laughed. One said “Oh yes you are!”

One of the other men started grabbing at her sweater. She fought to keep his hands off of her. The third man said, “Hold on, brother! Wait till we get to where we’re goin’. Let the birthday boy open his present!” Everyone except Michelle thought this was hysterical. The man stopped pulling on her sweater, but he started to rub her left breast from outside. Michelle knew her breasts were just average in size, but her nipples and areoles began to react to his hand rubbing it. Inside her bra, she felt her nipple getting bigger. Oh shit.

Mark rubbed the young girls’ tit for a bit, then said “screw this,” and leaned down to her young girl face. John moved his hands from her mouth. Mark gripped her face with both hands, forced his mouth on hers. She managed to get out a short scream as Mark pressed his tongue between those luscious lips of hers and into her little mouth. Oh man, she smelled good and that tongue sure was tasty. As he worked his tongue around in her warm, wet mouth, she kept kicking, now pushing fruitlessly against Mark’s head with her free hand as he forcefully kissed her. When he stopped, John quickly covered her mouth again. Someone lit a joint as they continued to struggle with her. They passed around the joint, blowing smoke into Michell’s face as hands touched her all over. She was just starting to feel the effect of the marijuana when the van slowed, turned, then bumped into a field, bounced along for a little way, then stopped. The inside light came on.

Elroy climbed in back. With the girl and the four men, it was crowded. John sat on the mattress, holding her mouth with his hands as Mark sat on one side, holding her arm. Grant sat across from him, holding the other arm. Her short legs kicked out by the engine cover, where Elroy sat. John got tired of holding her mouth, so he grabbed a rag nearby and pushed it into her after a good struggle.

Grant said, “Hold it! I got a better idea!” He knelt on the floor, big fat guy that he was. He undid his pants, struggled some to get them down, then pulled his dick out. It was fairly erect. “Let’s put this in her mouth instead!” Everyone cheered. They all started to force her onto her hands and knees, but she was still fighting them, now yelling, screaming. “No! No! Let me go! Let me go! You assholes! No!! I don’t want to!” Finally, Mark got fed up with her fighting and punched her hard, twice in her ribs. She cried out, as he shouted at her. “Keep still, bitch! Keep still and do what you’re told, fucking little cunt!” He angrily shouted at her as they started to force her onto her knees again. Then Elroy said, “Hey, let’s strip her!”

Everyone agreed readily. Hands gripped at her clothing. Michelle’s sweater got pulled up as she struggled to hold it down with her small hands. Other hands grabbed at her pink jeans, undoing them, pulling the zipper down. She kicked her legs trying to block them. In moments though their hands were pulling the pants down. Soon she lost the fight and her sweater got pulled over her head as her jeans got pulled down her short but sexy legs. She kept screaming some, but not struggling near as much as before. She tried though, despite the pain in her ribs. Next, hands pulled and tugged and ripped her work shirt, bra and panties off of her. She couldn’t stop them; there was just too many hands. Naked, sixteen-year-old Michelle was one pretty sight. Small, brown bush between two thin legs. Young thighs, young girl tits, little girl pussy. Young teen pussy. Everyone got really excited, really fast.