Chapter 9: Rv Camping by the Lake

Kathy and her new husband Mark Wilson were on a camping trip with Kathy’s fourteen-year-old daughter Holly in Mark’s new RV. It was late fall and Mark wanted to spend some quality time with his new family, a bonding trip out in the woods. His RV was a good-sized one; he’d spent a little more to get something really nice.

Holly was Kathy’s daughter from her first marriage. Holly was about 5’ 2” tall, weighed 98 pounds, attended Towanda Junior High, 7th grade. Like most girls that had just turned fourteen, Holly was learning about certain parts of her body that were becoming very sensitive to touch. She had some boobs, but not much. Her dark blonde hair came down just below her shoulders. She had hazel-blue eyes and a very cute face. Lately, her looks were her primary interests. She was also super-shy. When they would stop at public places, she always stayed by her mom or her step-dad Mark. She rarely spoke to anyone, always talking quietly. She normally dressed pretty conservatively, too. Today, at the new campsite out here in the woods, she was wearing her shorts and a t-shirt over her bikini swimsuit.

Mark was getting the BBQ set up while Kathy got things unpacked. Holly looked around some, not going far. She was standing by the back of the RV looking out at the lake when she heard a footstep behind her. She turned just as a hand grabbed her face, covering her mouth as this arm wrapped around her. She jumped, screamed, but only a muffled sound came out. He was strong, another hand wrapping around her waist, half lifting her up so she couldn’t run. Holding her was this old man; with a gray scraggily beard and long, unkempt hair. He was filthy, wearing old, dirty clothes. She kept trying to get away from him, but then he held this great big revolver up to her face; pulled the hammer back with a loud click. She froze, eyes wide, staring right down the barrel of that big gun. She could even see the other bullets around it. Still, she struggled some.

The man suddenly shoved her forward, making her stumble around the corner to where her parents were. Her step-dad and her mom turned and froze, as Holly was pushed towards them, the man still holding her, still holding a gun to her temple now. He started yelling at her parents.

“Don’t you move! Don’t you move, or I’ll blow her brains out, I swear I will! Don’t you move! You, get down on your knees now, or I’ll blow her fucking brains out, I swear!” His old man voice trembled as he shouted out his orders. He was all worked up, obviously nervous, holding a big .45 revolver to their daughter’s head, his hand shaking in a way that made Holly think the gun would go off for sure any moment. Both parents began slowly getting down to their knees while trying to calm the man, trying to talk him into letting go of Holly.

Ken was a homeless old man, has been living off the land for many years now. When he wasn’t in prison, he was out in the woods. Ken Wilcox was 66 years old, in pretty decent shape after having been released just recently. He had a little campsite set up near this lake, a place he’d come across by accident. As he smoked a cigarette by his little campfire, he noticed a big RV pull up on the other side. He reached down, lifted up his stolen binoculars. He saw three people: A man, a woman, a girl. His eyes perked up. A girl? He’d been jerking off a lot lately to satisfy himself. He only had one old page from a Target store ad for young girl’s clothing for inspiration. He was so fucking horny at the moment, he’d been thinking of jerking off again, when this RV had suddenly pulled in. He studied it for a while through the binoculars, especially the young girl. Ten maybe? Eleven or older? Hard to tell. The girl looked doable alright. He checked his possessions: Among the few things, he had a stolen 45. cal revolver and a bag full of tie-wraps. Tie-wraps were quite useful when you lived off the land. He thought about it for a little while, watching the girl walking around. Fuck it. His balls were aching and he had the gun. He could do her, then go off someplace else to camp. No problem, he’d been moving his campsites often for years. This was his first move at actually forcing a girl to have sex though. He’d fantasized about it often, sometimes too much. Now, his fantasies were about to come true. Holy shit, why the fuck not? Good risk of going back behind The Walls. Well, the food was better there. How to have forced sex with a youngster and get away with it. He smoked another cigarette, gave it a lot of thought. As the got low, Ken picked up the pistol and some of the tie-wraps.

Ken snuck around through the woods to the other side of the lake; slowly crept up near the RV. The girl stood by the back, looking at the lake. He carefully stepped up, gun in hand. A twig snapped; she started to turn. He wrapped his arm quickly around her young head, clamping his hand over her mouth. He put the barrel of the gun up to her eye so she could see it, pressed it against her, telling her “Shhhh! Shhh!” She fought a lot at first, but the gun pressed to her eye made her stop, pause, breathing hard, unsure what to do. Oh yeah, this was gonna be fun.

Ken pushed her around the corner, the gun now pressed to her temple. The two adults stopped what they were doing and stared. Before they could do anything, he started yelling at them; threaten to kill the girl if they didn’t do what he said. He acted all big and bad; scaring people was a good way to keep them submissive. They both knelt down like he told them to. He moved over behind them, holding the girl and keeping the gun to her head. Move it, move it! He yanked the girl along. Time was important- don’t give them time to do anything they shouldn’t. He stopped behind the man, let the girl go, still keeping the gun to her head. He reached into his back pocket with one hand, pulled out some tie-wraps and pushed them at the girl. He noticed that up close, she really was cute. Young, too.

“Here! Put one around your father’s wrist! Do it now!” he shouted at her. Shaking, Holly slowly took a tie-wrap and put it around Mark’s wrist. The man kept pressing the gun against her as she did, her hands trembling badly. He snarled angrily at her as he made her put a second one on the other wrist, tying the two together. She tried to not make it tight, but the crazy old man kept yelling, making her pull them tight. As she did, the old man started telling them he just wanted some money and food. He kept saying to keep quiet, don’t do anything, let him get some money and he’d leave. The man then made Holly move to her mom, started doing the same to her. He told Holly to stand next to him, as he tied up her mom himself, very fast. Then, the old man made them all stand up and move into the RV. He hadn’t tie-wrapped her yet; she wondered if she should try and run. But the man kept the gun pressed in her back. She kept praying that it wouldn’t accidently go off.

Inside the RV, Mark moved to sit at the table. Kathy sat next to him, shaking. The girls were terrified, Holly starting to tear up, while Kathy tried to stay strong. Both mom and dad kept telling the man to put the gun down, begging him to just leave. Inside the Winnebago, Holly stood by her parents as the man dug around, finding her stepdad’s wallet and her mom’s purse. He pulled out two credit cards, threw them down, grabbed about $240 in cash. He opened the refrigerator, pulled a beer out and opened it. He took a long drink. “Ahhhh! I haven’t had one of these in a long time.” Mark kept saying, “Ok, ok, take the beer, take the cash. Now just go, go...”

Instead, Ken turned towards the three people, the gun still in his hand. He took another drink. He nodded at the young girl. “How old are you, kid?” She said quietly, so quiet he could hardly hear her. “Fourteen.” His dick jumped. He took another drink. “What you got on under that?” he asked her, grinning, tipping the beer can towards her. She eventually said her swimsuit. She was very shy. “Show me,” he said.

The parent began yelling at him, so he pointed the gun at them, put it against the woman’s forehead. “You two shut the fuck up and watch, or I’ll blow everyone’s fucking brains out. Understood?” He turned back to the girl. He waited, told her to go on, get going. Ken had a bad smokers cough, and coughed painfully after saying that; spit. The girl just stood there, terrified, shaking her head back and forth. Ken suddenly hit her mom in the forehead with the gun handle. “Ah said to get going, girlie!” The skinny teenager jumped, cried out, “Don’t! Don’t hurt my mom!” Ken yelled right back, “Then strip, honey! Strip, now!”

Slowly, Holly lifted her t-shirt up, pulled it off. Then she eased her shorts off, pushed them aside with her foot. She stood there now in her white bikini. Even though she was only fourteen, she still tried to cover herself some. She kept crying, quietly begging him to leave her alone. The old guy looked at her with this bad look, staring at her body, looking her up and down. He started saying something.

“My oh my, lookie what we got here. Well now, ain’t you a pretty sight. What grade are you in, little girl?” She told him; seventh grade. “Seventh grade, huh? Well now, I think it’s time you got a higher education.” He leered at her some more. Then he said, “Ok, little miss schoolgirl, take off that swimsuit. Go on, take it off. Take it off, or I’ll hit your mommy again, bitch.” He raised the gun; Holly said “No! Wait! Ok, just don’t, don’t hurt them.”

Ken noticed the father was blood red, angry and struggling with every muscle to get free. The tie-wraps were strong enough; he didn’t doubt that. Still, he looked around. A-ha! A partial roll of duct tape sat on the floor behind the RV’s driver seat. He snatched it up and went over to the parents. The youngster quickly backed up, still covering her bathing suit. He quickly stuck the end of the tape on the man’s head and managed to eventually get it wrapped around enough to keep him quiet, though he fought quite a bit to prevent him from doing it. The mom tried to keep him from doing it too, but he also eventually got her mouth taped up. Just for fun, he wrapped some loosely around their necks, keeping them close together and making it almost impossible for them to get up easily. He stood up, satisfied, then reached over and grabbed the girl’s arm. She’d been standing there, eyes wide, mouth open, too scared to do anything except watch. He pushed her up front to where the couch was, opposite the main door. He leaned close, growled through gritted teeth, “Strip, little girl! Loose that bikini. Now!”

The girl still didn’t want to, still kept stalling. Finally, Ken grabbed her top, pulling on it. She screamed “No!” and fought to make him let go, but he tore it, breaking the strap, yanking it hard several times to make her let go of it, until finally he got it away from her. He made her stand up straight in front of him, her back to her parents. Ken made her to put her hands down. Slowly she did, her bare chest now there for him to see. Still, she tried slightly to put her arms up to cover herself. She had these little girl tits, with dark tan nipples, tits that were maybe a 31A he guessed. He reached up and put his hand on one. She jumped, tried to pull away, but she was already backed up against the couch. Not much, but some. Perfect, he thought.

The man leaned closer to Holly. “You want me to take those off for you, or are you gonna do it?” Holly was scared to death now. She stood with her arms by her side, pressing them against herself. She didn’t realize that this just made her young breasts push out more, creating some cleavage even. Shaking, she slowly took ahold of her bikini bottoms and slid them slowly down, stepping out of them. She was completely nude now, only her sneakers on. She kept her trembling left hand across her vagina now. Why didn’t he just leave? Why was he making her do this? And right in front of her parents! In her mind she knew, or hoped, that she wasn’t physically able to have sex now. Not only was it obviously illegal, she was still way too small to take a man’s penis. She was barely over five feet! She stood there, hoping this was all he wanted, to just see her undressed and naked.