Chapter 1: Little Girls Lost

Kelly Taylor had just turned eighteen, a senior in her Catholic school, St John’s Academy. Having just gotten her drivers license, she asked her mom if she could borrow the car to go visit her friend, Janet. She agreed; “Just be home by suppertime,” she said. Kelly grabbed the keys to the Honda SUV and dashed out. Sure, she was going to Janet’s. Then her and Janet were going to go buy some pot from a guy they’d met at Walmart. He’d given them an address, down in Lincoln Heights. Neither girl had any idea that Lincoln Heights was dangerous. They’d hardly even heard of it before, being from high-end Echo Park. They just followed their Googlemaps app to the address.

As the two girls got nearer the address, they were definitely not so sure about this. This neighborhood looked scary alright. Janet said, “It says to take the next right. Then it’s just a little bit further. We’re almost there. Let’s just get it and go.”

Kelly blurted out, “Oh crap! Were almost out of gas!” Sure enough, the gauge was flashing, and the needle was just below empty. Janet said maybe they should stop at this gas station for gas, as they turned right. “No way,” said Kelly. “I’m not getting out of this car around here! Let’s just wait ‘till we get back by the interstate.” Janet agreed.

Being good Catholic school girls, even when not in school they dressed conservatively. Well, sort of, being teens and all. They each wore a skirt, no cutoff shorts here. Their skirts were a good bit shorter than their usual plaid school skirts, though. They each wore a colored blouse, but otherwise they were pretty normal looking. Except Janet. She had this short little body, and these great big bosoms. People always stared. She liked to flirt, but her strict upbringing kept her from ever following through. As they drove down this street, Janet couldn’t help but notice they were the only white girls they’d seen for a long time.

Outside the address, a man walked up, gave them a big joint for a twenty dollar bill. They turned around and started back. They got to one stop sign and turned left before they should have.

Janet asked, “weren’t we suppposed to go straight? To the light, then turn left?”

Kelly said, “I don’t know, I thought this was it. Or was it a right turn? Should I turn around? Look it up.”

While Janet got the GoogleMaps app to show them the way home, the car suddenly just died, completely out of gas. “Crap!” Kelly said, looking around. “What are we going to do now? Darn it! Where are we supposed to get some gas?”

As the two sat there, contemplating what they should do, two Latino men walked slowly up to their car. They dressed like gangsters, with tattoos all over. One leaned down as Kelly opened the window. In this heat with no AC, she couldn’t keep the windows up. “There a problem, ladies?” the man asked. Nervously, Kelly and Janet explained that they had just run of gas. “What are you doing in this neighborhood?” he asked, seeming annoyed. They told him they had just gone to see a friend, around the corner. Did he know where they could get some gas?

Eduardo looked over at his brother, Topaz. “What you think? We still got that gas can in the garage?” Topaz knew what he meant. They’d been smoking weed most of the day, and now these two young honeys stop in front of their crib. Sometimes, it’s just your lucky day. Topaz said, “Sure, I think we do. Five gallons we got.” Topaz leaned down by the passenger. “Come on, we’ll show you ladies where the gas is. You gotta put it in yourself though.” Eduardo opened the driver’s door. “You two come together. Safer that way. This, this is not a safe neighborhood for two girls like yourselves.” He was acting all concerned for their safety. Mr. Nice Guy. I’ll protect you.

Kelly and Janet got out, stood together, unsure if they were doing the right thing. They needed the gas, though. These men seemed helpful, friendly, despite their appearance. Kelly and Janet followed them across the street and up their driveway to the garage. One man opened a side door, said “It’s right over there.” The two stepped inside. The second man came in, closed the door.

Suddenly, one man grabbed Kelly around the neck with his arm, squeezing her. She couldn’t hardly make a sound, or breathe. The other man had done the same to Janet. Both girls struggled to get free. These men were big, strong. They both pulled out switchblades, snapped them open and held them to their faces. With one blade pressed close to her eye, Kelly stopped struggling as the man spoke to them. “Listen up you two! You do what we say, we give you gas and let you go. But you gotta pay for the gas first.”

Kelly gasped out, “I can pay you! I can give you money!” The two men laughed. “No, little one,” the man holding her said. “You gotta pay my way. No cash. We gonna fuck you, then you go home. But no gas until we are done having our way with you.” The other man holding Janet added, “This ain’t negotiable, chicas!” he snarled. “Chintas, you gotta show us respect for helping you. You fuck us both, then you can get your fucking gasolina.”

Right there in the empty, dark garage Kelly was forced to her knees. Kelly stood about 5’9”, weighed about 120 pounds. She had fairly average breasts, not much but a very attractive girl. Janet stood about 5’2”, weighed about the same, mostly because she has these large breasts. Lots of cleavage under that pink blouse she was wearing. Kelly knelt on the concrete, but only because he had that knife and there was no place to run to. She knew what was coming. A blowjob for sure. Men always wanted that. When she was just sixteen, she had to do that to two of the Bishops. Once a Deacon had felt her up a little. Still, being Catholic, she hadn’t had sex yet. Sure enough, this Latino man opened his pants and pulled his penis out. It was big alright. He told her to start sucking on it. “Make me hard chica, make me hard, so I can fuck you good.” Kelly, seeing no other choice, leaned forward, took ahold of his penis with her right hand. She opened her mouth as wide as she could. She started to put her mouth over him. Her wet tongue touched it as she went down on him. Slowly, she put her lips around his thing and started to move her head up and down some.

Janet was going through a similar ordeal. Before she knelt, he held her, her back against him, his knife to her neck. He pulled open her blouse, ripping some buttons off. He grabbed her big boobs in her bra; rubbed them. Big. He told her to remove it. Slowly, hands shaking, she did. As it came off, she saw Kelly on her knees, starting to put her mouth over the other man’s penis. The man holding her made her turn around. He grabbed her tit, then made her kneel. He pulled his penis out, told her to suck on it, too. Janet had given head before. There was that Deacon at summer camp when she was thirteen, then the Bishop last Christmas eve. Being eighteen now, she thought she didn’t have to do these things anymore. But now she was in a dark garage, with a sharp knife held to her face. She slowly eased her mouth over his erect penis. She felt it go past her lips, against her tongue. She held it with her lips as she started to squirm her tongue all over it. Soon, he was gripping her head, pushing himself in and out of her mouth, almost going right into her throat. God, she always choked and couldn’t breathe then. She looked to the side. Kelly looked like she was enduring the same thing.

Both girls were next made to stand. Eduardo removed the one girl’s blue blouse and her bra. She wasn’t bad, about average for her age. He made her take off her panties. Then she had to turn and face a lawn tractor in the corner. He made her bend over, grab the machine as he got behind her. He forced her legs apart, made her arch her back and lift her cute ass higher. He lifted her skirt, grabbed his now hard cock and put it to her virgin pussy lips. He worked it in. She struggled a lot at first, so he punched her a few times in her back until she stopped. He pressed in again, busting right through her hymen and deep into her in one, big, violent thrust. She cried out, he grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. He held the knife to her throat as he stood there with his dick buried in her. “Not one word, chica! Not one fucking sound, or I cut your fucking throat!” With the girl bent over, he began to brutally hump this rich bitch. Gripping her hair with his left hand, he held her hip with his right hand as he slammed himself back and forth into her tight little cunt. Her butt cheeks wiggled with every thrust. Sometimes Eduardo would reach under her, rubbing her tits, pinching a nipple or rubbing her little clit. He rammed into her again and again as she grunted from being raped.

Topaz made the girl with the big tits bend over by her friend, also holding the lawn mower machine. He also began to rape her from behind. But he only raped her pussy a little. She was a virgin, so he fucked that but good, but eventually he moved his cock up, began to sodomize the girl hard. She too had to get punched several times to shut her up. With her black eye and swollen face, he pounded her asshole again and again, while using both hands to roughly feel up those big, soft melons of hers.

When the two had finished, they switched and made them do it all again. First, more sucking and licking. Then they had tp bend over again. This time Topaz went right to this other girl’s asshole, beating her hard with his fist as he forced his way into her. He fucked that ass hard and fast, she would never forget this ass-fucking. Eduardo fucked the girl with the big tits a long time, using deep, long strokes while almost constantly rubbing her big tits. He nipples were so erect, big puffy nipples.

When they’d finished, they knew what to do. Easy. Put gas in their car. Tie them up, put them in back and drive the car over to the Crypts neighborhood with Topaz following. Drop the car, leave with Topaz. Now, the two girls were the Crypts problem.

Leon, Anthony, Mack and Trey were three young gangster wanna-be’s. Leon was the oldest at 17. Anthony and Mack were both 16, while Trey was 15. The four hung together, hoping to work as a crew for a local Crypt gang. But these boys didn’t have no serious rap yet. A few hold-ups, but nothing big yet. How to get more respect was actually the subject when the Honda SUV pulled up. A Latino man got out, got into a Dodge Charger and drove off. They watched the Honda for a few minutes. Finally, they slowly moved closer. Maybe they could boost something of value inside. They gathered around the car, then Trey opened the back door on the passenger side. The interior light came on. The car looked clean; not a thing inside that he could see. Except ... Aye carumba! He backed out, let Leon look. In the area behind the seat, by the rear hatch, were two naked white girls. Both were taped up and very much alive. Leon looked at this for a minute, thinking. He saw the key was in the ignition. He stood up, closing the door. He told Mack to back the car up into the driveway, lights off. The three trotted back to the rear of the house as Mack got the SUV backed in. When they told Anthony, he said, “No fucking way!” Mack backed up and stopped, Leon told him to open the hatch. The door opened, slowly rising. Inside, Kelly and Janet lay on the floor, taped and bound so they couldn’t hardly move at all. They also were completely naked.