Chapter 12: Uncle Buck Returns

Uncle Buck was 47 years old, and still weighed a shade over 300 pounds. Almost a year ago, Buck had formed a private online chat group on SpyChat. He had been careful to cover his tracks, using false ID and temporary bank accounts to pay for the subscription. He had to be careful- his membership was by invitation only, and every one of the nearly 150 members were pretty much a certified pedophile. Most just liked younger girls.

Last year when Buck had raped his niece, he’d recorded it. He then had shown it his friend on SpyChat, Chet. Chet said they should make more and sell them. Chet had better ideas. He had put together a contest where for ten thousand dollars, a member could pick who, then they’d rape her live for everyone else to watch. To watch, you paid a one-time membership fee of $200. One man had put up the $10k, picking his own 14-yr-old daughter as the target. The event sold out. It streamed live as several men took turns raping his young daughter, including himself. It was all done live, no recordings to be used against them later.

Now Chet and Buck were ready to have another contest. Everyone was wanting to know when the next show was. His idea was simple enough: Grab one or two girls. Have one man with the video camera. He’d get his colored friends in the local high school gang to come do the deed. A young, pretty white girl gets raped by three black teens. Chet said it needed more.

Chet said the video would stream live on this Serbian website for their own protection. On their own Spy Chat site, people could vote on how, Like, which one first? Everyone could vote. Oral, anal or pussy? The members decided. They decided on using two girls, ages 13-16. White. Good looking.

The man who had volunteered his daughter last time, Mike, he lived near Buck and Chet. They contacted Mike for ideas on where to find two young girls for a live show. He was all excited at the idea. He told them he knew some perfect girls at his own church where he was a Deacon. Buck and Chet were impressed. A Deacon! He said there was a night service coming soon, when he might be able to get two girls apart from the others long enough for Chet and Buck to grab them. The church service night was Saturday, Nov 14. They had barely two weeks to prepare. They agreed to give it a try.

Buck immediately contacted every member by private message, asking if they wanted to see a $200 show on politics. They all knew what that meant. In just five days, his special account had gotten $30,000 deposited. $25,000 for Chet and Buck; $5000 for Mike. The members were told November 14, 11 pm Central US time. The one-time, live feed came through a Serbian network connection. Anyone who connected to the show had their deposits secured. Two hours air time guaranteed. It wasn’t recorded, just fed live. Anyone could record it themselves at home. Almost everyone did.

November 14 arrived. At the church, people were running around everywhere, easily over 300 people. It was still warm enough, so they were using the outdoor grill. Mike saw Buck’s minivan; walked over. “See that door there? Go park there. I’ll bring them out there, one at a time. You’ll get two.”

Mike walked back inside. As Deacon Mike Rogers, he was a trusted member of the clergy. He stood near the empty music room in the foyer. Soon, young Kimberly Clark came by. He motioned her over, said she should see this. Curious, she had followed him into the back. At the back door, he’d suddenly grabbed her head and slammed it hard against the metal door frame, almost knocking her out completely. He opened the door. Chet grabbed her from him, put her in the minivan as Mike went back inside. He stood where he had before, all smiles. Eventually Susan Seth had come by. He asked her if she would help him with something. She said of course and went in back with him. At the door, she too got slammed against the door frame, then given to the two outside. Chet said, “Meet at Buck’s to watch the show.” Mike went back inside, acting like everything was normal. Around 8pm the church meeting broke up and everyone left. He heard someone as if they’d seen Kimberly, and the person had said maybe she’d gone to the park with the others. Perfect, Mike thought.

Back at Buck’s house, the two girls, now taped and well secured, were dragged one at a time inside and down to the specially prepared basement. A large double bed was in the room, a lot of computer stuff, a few chairs, a lot of photo equipment. Kimberly was dropped by the pole on the middle. They went up, got the second girl, brought her down. They dropped her next to the first girl. The two men ripped the tape from their mouths, making them answer just two questions. How old are you? What’s your name?

Buck took two quick snapshots of the girl’s panic-stricken faces. He sent them to his email, got on the computer and started setting things up. The show would start in three hours. Trey and his two friends would come around 10:30. On the photos, he added the girl’s name and age. Kimberly, 14. Susan, 16. Mike showed up. He watched Buck set things up. On the Chat page he put a link to a second page. On this page, a list of members who were there appeared on Buck’s screen as a list on the left side. In the middle of the screen, was a box with four buttons under it to click on. In the box a question would appear. Each member would click on the answer they wanted. Each member could only click once when a new question was posted. In this way, Buck could let the viewers control the rapes. It was without a doubt the best video game for anyone who liked younger teens and some violence. Even some geeks found the connection. Their own small community would also be watching. And most likely jerking off for the entire two hours.

The black guys showed up right at 10:30, obviously quite high. Also obvious was the effect the Viagra was having on each of them. They were all 19-20 years old, wearing black ski masks and tight gym shirts to cover identifying tattoos. By 11 pm, almost 220 people had shown up online to watch. Obviously, word had gotten out. Only members could vote though. On one website, they could watch the video. On the other site, they could vote.

Kimberly Clark was fourteen and a half, a young brown-haired girl with a cute face, cute boobs and a perfect butt. She was about 5’4” tall, weighed just under 120 pounds. She was wearing blue shorts, a white top and a sweatshirt. Her hair was below her shoulders, and she had just enough upstairs to make some nice cleavage under her clothing.

Susan Seth was sixteen, also with brown hair. She was taller, about 5’8”, but thin. She also had average breasts for a girl her age, or so it seemed. What no one knew was that Susan actually had some big boobs alright; she was just good at hiding them at church. Susan wore blue jeans, a t-shirt and a sweatshirt, with a sports bra underneath. She was always mashing those puppies down with that bra, but when she took it off, they always popped right back up.

Just before the show started, a seventh man showed up at Buck’s house. It was a man that Mike had met, who was looking to pay for these girls afterward. Mike had to worry about tomorrow- these girls knew him well enough, so he couldn’t let them go back to church. He didn’t want to kill them, either. More of a sin than he was willing to commit. So, he’d contacted a friend in Laredo who knew a guy who knew a guy. The man who had just shown up represented others. He’d watch, and decide if they wanted the girls after the show. This ‘representative’ was a biker type. Beard, big size, quiet but all business.

Mike told the three black brothers. “Like last time. Except, our members will decide who and how. Don’t mess them up none, neither. This guy wants to buy them after.” The one black guy said, “Fuck, what if we wants to buy them?” Mike just shrugged. “Guess we’ll decide that after. Pleasure before business I always say.”

Susan and Kimberly had been forced to sit, taped up, for a very long time. The tape over their mouth was put back on, so they could only make these muffled pleas to Deacon Rogers to let them go. Neither knew what was going on, but being in a basement with seven men was a very bad thing for sure. They were both crying, wondering what they were going to do to them. They’d been made to use the bathroom twice. The last time, both of them had all the tape removed. Their frantic pleas to the Deacon only got them some painful slaps to the face. All he said was, “You do what you’re fucking told, and you can go home after.” He never said after what.

Susan noticed this was some kind of stage. There was the one bed, plenty of lights set up around it, at least one, no, two cameras set up. Oh shit, they wanted them to do some kind of porno thing! She whispered to Kimberly next to her. “I, I think they want us to do some porno thing or something...” Kimberly whispered back, “Yeah, me too. What the hell- Deacon Rogers?!”

Susan agreed. She had no idea he was “one of those”. Susan was about a year older than Kimberly, so she felt like she had to try and protect her. She told Kimberly not to do anything they said. They’d tell the whole congregation if he made them do anything. “He can’t make us. He’s a Deacon! Besides ... I’ve never done that before.”

“Done what?” Kimberly asked.

“You know, sex. I’ve never done that before.” Kimberly whispered back, “ ... me too.” The two girls stood there, no where to run, especially with seven men in this one room. One was Deacon Rogers. The other was some big fat guy sitting at a computer. Beside him stood a third man, thin, short, running around adjusting things. He was now adjusting a portable camera. Then there three black guys. They were older, maybe 19, but they all had on these ski masks. A seventh man, a motorcycle gang member he looked like. He had a leather vest with patches, a big beard, a big guy. All Susan could think was this ruse of theirs had better work. These men were looking at them like they all wanted to have sex with her and Kimberly right now. Well, they were still dressed, that was a good thing. Then the lights came on. Someone said “Showtime!”

On the home screen, the girls two pictures with their names and ages appeared in the corner. The first question appeared. It read, “Both girls are white American virgins. What should we do first? A. Fuck Kimberly B. Fuck Susan C. Make them undress and molest each other first D. Do both at once It only took a few minutes. Pretty soon the votes were counted. 67% wanted C, the winning choice. The two girls were forced to stand beside each other. The black men were all naked now except for their shirts and masks. Each girl was grabbed by one black man. The third black man spoke to them. You, the younger one, right? Answer me!” He slapped her face. She winched but the other man held her in place. She cried, saying, “Yes, yes...” The older girl cried out “Stop that!” but the black man just shouted at her to shut the fuck up, and slapped her too. These were hard slaps, very hard, designed to force immediate compliance. They made the two girls stand up straight again. The third black man spoke again. “You, youngster. Take your friend’s clothes off. Every bit. Now.” He paused, raised his hand for effect. “Now,” he growled again.