Chapter 8: Family Camping

Cindy Louise Mossett was fifteen now, almost sixteen in another month. Her father felt that the fun family camping days may soon be behind them, what with school activities and boyfriends. So, in late September he took the family to Big Bear State Park for some hiking and camping.

The family included Mark Mossett, 45, an engineer, and his wife Angela, 40. Cindy, 15, was their only child, and as such they had kept a very tight rein on her, especially in these younger teen years. She was average appearance in many ways. She stood 5’4” tall, weighed around 107 lbs. Typical long, straight dark-blonde hair. She had a cute butt, a very pretty face, and long, skinny legs. Not so obvious, but about to be, were Cindy’s breasts. Yes, like her mother, she was developing early. She already wore a 32C bra, yet those tits of hers were already beginning to bulge out of that one. Cindy was very much aware of her developing sexuality, and the more she had to stay home, the more she fantasized about it. So far, she’d had one boyfriend, but they’d never gone farther than kissing. In her junior class in high school, she flirted like everyone else, but her strict rules at home prevented anyone from ever getting a date. To keep people from making fun of her boobs, she kept them pretty well covered in sweaters, over-sized shirts and tops.

A couple of girls in Cindy’s class had just had sex with their boyfriends. Both said it was more painful than they expected at first, but it felt pretty good soon after. Everything she read on the internet also said the first time was painful, unless a lot of lubricant was used. After the second or third time, it becomes more pleasurable. Cindy had watched a few porn movies, just to get the general idea. She fantasized about her first time with some tall, handsome quarterback.

At the edge of the state park was a different kind of camping area. This was a homeless camp. A group of three tents belonged to whoever occupied them at the time. At the request of the Parks Department, local police would sometimes raid the place, arresting people for drug possession or warrants. This afternoon, three men and a woman stayed there. As a small fire slowly burned, Tom Simpson prepared some meth. Tom was 44, homeless, in and out of jail a lot. He currently has two outstanding felony warrants.

Nearby, Jim Olsen finished the bitter end of a joint. 52 years old, he was homeless like the others. When Jim wasn’t high or drunk, he was drying out in some local lockup. Beside him sat his girlfriend, Wendy. Wendy was only about 24, but quite strung out on meth. So long as Jim got her food and meth, she let him do pretty much anything he wanted with her. And he did so, often.

Jason Match was a black man, a 54-year-old homeless ‘Sovereign Citizen’ who had mental health issues, issues that made him sometimes rant on endlessly, much to everyone’s else’s suffering. This afternoon, He stood nearby, looking through a pair of stolen binoculars.

“Someone’s setting up a camp over on the ridge.” The others looked. They could see some movement, but not much else. Jason said, “Oooweee. A white girl.”

Jim grabbed the glasses from him. “Give me those!” he snarled. He looked through them at the other campsite. He saw one, two adults and someone shorter, smaller. Long hair. A girl alright. He watched for a while. No one else appeared. They started a camp-stove, began making dinner. Jason looked over his shoulder. “Anyone want to go grab a free meal?” he chuckled.

The four decided to all go together. Act like they were campers too, though they hardly looked the part. The men all had scraggly hair and beards. Wendy just looked thin and strung out. She was well used, too. Whenever Jim wanted something, he’d trade sex with her for it. With a fresh hit of meth and another joint, Jim, Tom, Jason and Wendy set off just after sunset across the ravine. The idea was to walk in, eat whatever they could, then just leave. Hunger will make you worry less about the consequences.

Mark, Angela and Cindy sat around the camp stove, warming up a pot of homemade stew. Angela made coffee, too. Suddenly they heard footsteps. Looking over, they saw a group of people walking up to their camp site. “Ahoy!” one called out. “Mind if we enter?” Mark replied sure, then almost immediately regretted it once he got a better look at them. These were homeless types, and that could be a problem. Camping sometimes brought you into contact with these people, so you had to be careful not to offer them anything or they’d take everything. Mark was here alone with his wife and daughter, and now he faced four people: two white men, one black man, and one skinny girl. The one white guy who seemed to be leading walked right over to the stove.

“Hey! This looks good!” He grabbed a bowl and started putting some stew in it for himself. The other three that were with him gathered around, joining in. Angela said, “Excuse me! Excuse me! We haven’t eaten yet! That’s not to share! Excuse me!” Cindy stood back a few steps, eyes wide, kind of annoyed. The nerve! Her father tried to reason with them.

“Come on guys, easy does it, have a little and then be on your way...”

Jim turned to Mark as he scooped stew into his mouth, spilling sauce on his beard and clothes. “You can’t tell us what to do. We’re sovereign citizens, we don’t contract with your rules.”

“Yeah,” Jason added. “We just traveling. We got a right to eat you know. We have constitutional rights.” Jim chuckled. Jason began rambling on and on, nonstop about his rights, while Tom and Jim eyed their daughter. She seemed at first annoyed with the new arrivals, then she got nervous the more they stared at her body hungrily. Jason asked if she wanted some food, holding his bowl out. She said no. He dropped the bowl, laughed, told her to pick it up. Shaking some, the girl knelt down and picked it up, handing it back. As she did, Tom suddenly pulled his small .38 caliber revolver from his pocket with one hand, grabbed the girl and put the gun to the side of her head. He yelled at the others as she cried out briefly.

Tom yelled, “Alright now! Everyone just stays calm, and keep quiet!” Mark and Angela immediately started to get up to grab their daughter, but Jim and Jason shoved them backward to the ground. Jason moved behind the man, holding him down, putting his old box knife to the man’s throat. Too soon for a fight; the father seemed quite athletic. Tom shoved the girl back to her parents, where they all huddled together. This was planned. With the girl back with them, they were less likely to do anything violent.

While the others tied them all up with whatever they could find lying about, Tom pointed the revolver at them and spoke. “We just gonna grab some food and then leave. You all want to share with those less fortunate, don’t you?” With everyone secured, especially the father, the four dug around, coming up with snacks and other assorted things as they finished the stew, coffee and rolls. Tom got up, stepped over to the wife. He put his finger down to her blouse, pulled it out and peered inside. “Man, your wife got some nice titties there!” he sneered at the husband as she twisted away. The wife yelled; as did her husband as he struggled hard now.

Tom looked at young Cindy. “How about you, princess?” The others watched as they finished ate. Suddenly, Tom gripped her blouse, ripping it open. It popped four buttons, exposing her bra. She screamed out, “HEY! Stop it!” Tom stared at her chest for a few moments, then reached out slowly and put his palm right on her, touch both breasts in her cleavage. She struggled to move back, saying “Get away from me!” Jason stood behind her though, blocking her, her hands now tied behind her. Tom let go.

“Is this all you got? Some lousy stew? I think these people owe us more. Much more.” Everyone agreed. Tom grinned, turned to the man. Both the father and the mother were arguing with them, but being as they had the gun and the knives, the parents couldn’t do much more than try to reason with these four. Tom knelt down by the husband, said, “Hey, listen, how ‘bout you let us fuck your wife? See, we ain’t had anything fresh in a long time, and face it. She’s got some pretty big titties, now, don’t she?”

Mark tried even harder to get free, but was too well tied. He had a rag stuffed in his mouth now. As he struggled, the black man moved to secure his arms behind him even more. Mark was a big, strong guy, but they’d not only tied his hands behind him, they’d tied his ankles together too, then put this old rag in his mouth. Now hthe black man used some excess rope to bind his elbows painfully behind him.

Mark watched helplessly as another man moved over to his wife and pulled a knife out. The other two men grabbed Angela, forced her to stand up. Angela struggled against them, screaming into her gag, spitting it out and putting up a big fight. As she screamed obscenities at them, even with her hands tied, she managed got in several good kicks with her boots. Their daughter cowered nearby, also tied, watching in terror as her mother was attacked. The one white guy jabbed her hard in her gut, twice. Angela gasped, unable to breathe, bent over from the pain of it.

As Jim and Jason held her, Tom began to cut away her clothing. Her hiking shirt, then her bra. No doubt, Angela had big breasts alright, something everyone could see as they bounced free. Wendy asked if she could have one. Jim told her to go ahead. As the others pulled her boots, pants and underwear off, Wendy leaned down and began to grope and suck on one of Angela’s tits. This woman had big, hard nipples; Wendy loved big, hard nipples. Jason watched. He loved watching one white girl suck another white lady’s tits.

Angela tried to keep them from stripping her, but it was hard to even just breathe. Her arms were held tightly by these two men even though her wrists were tied behind her. Her camping shirt was cut up into pieces now, gone. The man in front of her with the knife kept cutting at her clothes; she thought for sure he would cut her too. She managed to get in a few more kicks, twisting, crying out again and again. A few more slashes; her bra was now gone. She could tell everyone was staring at her chest. The man felt her soft stomach, then jabbed her again. Again, she couldn’t breathe. He began to undo her shorts. She couldn’t stop him. He pulled them down, yanked them roughly off of her. He took her panties, pulled them down and off. Angela stood there, naked except for her camping boots in front of her family and these awful men. Suddenly, the man who had just stripped her began to take his pants off. She stared in horror, even though she’d known this was coming. He was dirty; his penis was pretty erect by now she saw. Every bit of him was filthy. You could even tell he only had a few teeth still. No way, no way was she going to let him even touch her!

Jim and Jason then forced her down to the ground, her arms tied behind her back still. Tom eagerly dropped his pants and got between her legs, forcing her knees apart. She began to fight again. It was cool outside. Tom lowered himself, holding his dick in his hand. He moved up to her cunt, pressed his dick against her vagina. She struggled to stop him, but the three men were strong. Their girlfriend Wendy crouched nearby, watching. Next to her sat the daughter, crying, mumbling into her gag.

Angela gripped her muscles down there tightly, trying to keep him out of her. One man began slapping her face again and again. For a moment she relaxed her muscles and then the man suddenly began to push into her, pushing between her pussy lips. She again tried to stop him, but he pushed hard, and slowly he got into her. By the time he had gotten a good way into her, he’d gotten even more rigid. He started fucking her; back and forth, again and again. Her body was starting to rock now with his hard thrusts as he rammed himself deeper and deeper into her. Her breasts moved around, then the man gripped one, hard. She gritted her teeth against the pain. He started licking her nipple with that disgusting tongue of his, sucking with his nearly toothless mouth. He was breathing hard as he raped her, as hard as he could it seemed. The man holding her down tried to kiss her, but she gritted her lips tight, turned away again and again, until he finally gripped her jaw tight and forced his ugly, disgusting tongue between her teeth. Nasty beard, few teeth also. It smelled and tasted like kissing a garbage can. As he moved his tongue around inside her mouth, the other man, the one raping her, really sped up. Big and long he was now, she could feel it. He slammed deep into her hairy crotch again and again. Finally, he started cumming inside her. When he finished, he got off. The man that had been kissing her took his place. Angela couldn’t believe this. Not again ... not right in front of her husband and daughter.