Chapter 15: Carjacked

Lisa Marie Peterson was 18 years old today. She’d gone with her father to the DMV, passed her driving test and got her first real driver’s license. It was the most exciting thing that happened all day, except the pool party after. Later, just after dinner, her father asked if she would like to take the Explorer to the QT and fill up the gas tank. She jumped at that! He gave her his credit card, said, “Just regular. No need for premium.” “Drive careful!” her mother called after her. They watched as she backed slowly out of the driveway. Dad was just happy she’d remembered to turn on her headlights.

Lisa carefully looked in all directions. Backing into something would be a disaster. She drove down the street, careful to use her turn signal at the corner. When it was quite clear of traffic, she pulled out and drove up the hill to the QT store. Maybe she’d get some beef jerky, too.

In the back of the QT parking lot, Mark and Leon Johnson sat in their older Monte Carlo. They didn’t want to stay long; they truly didn’t fit into this white community. Cops would find some reason to hassle them. They didn’t need that, because they were out here doing business. Their boss, Tre, told them he needed a white 2022-2024 Ford Explorer. So, they’d gone out looking for one. For some reason, they just couldn’t find one tonight. Wrong year. Wrong color. Damaged. They kept moving farther out from their ‘hood, and now they were in St. Daniels County. Just a quick look at some places by the interstate, then move on. They sat there, finishing a blunt, when Leon said, “Yo, yo, yo, check it out.” They both watched this white 2023 Explorer pull up to the pumps. They looked at it closely. A perfect match. This would be easy. Mark put the car in drive and moved up. By the corner of the building, Leon jumped out, black hoodie pulled up, gun in his hand in his pocket. Mark drove slowly out of the lot. He’d circle around and get Leon if anything went wrong.

Leon waited in the shadows. When the driver finished filling the tank, she put the nozzle back. Leon began walking quickly towards the right side of the car. She closed the gas cap lid and moved to get in the car, paying no attention to him. As she sat down and closed her door, he opened the right-side door and jumped in. Slamming it shut behind him, he put the gun right to her chest, pressing it hard. “Start the car! Start the fucking car! Do it or I’ll shoot you right fucking here, bitch!” he yelled at her.

Lisa jumped when the door opened and someone jumped in. Her first instinct was to jump back out, but she’d already closed the door and when she paused, in that instant he was pressing a gun to her chest. He yelled at her to start the car, so, hand shaking, she fumbled around with the key and finally got the car started. He then yelled for her to get in the back seat, to crawl between the seats. Happy to get farther away, she quickly climbed in back. Lisa thought, “I’ll jump out when I get back here...”

Normally, Leon would jump in the car, tell the person to get out if they hadn’t already, then drive off, following Mark back home. This time, as she climbed into the back seat, the brain in his dick took over. As he slowly moved to the driver’s seat, he kept pointing the gun at her. “On the floor! On the floor I said! Go on, face down! Don’t you fucking move bitch, or I’ll fucking kill you right fucking here. Stupid white bitch, get down there!” Leon put the seatbelt on, then drove away carefully, still holding the gun against her hip and butt behind him. He got behind Mark and off they drove towards home. On the way, Leon called his brother. “Yo, go to Uncle Mike’s place. Yeah, Uncle Mike’s crib. Just do it, you’ll thank me later.” He hung up, went back to pressing the gun to her butt. He’d press his hand against her ass cheek, saying, “hold on, hold on...” as they made turns. Like he was helping her, but actually he just wanted to cop a feel.

They pulled into the backyard of Mike’s old house on 14th Street. Leon jumped out, opened the back door and made the girl get out. Mark stared in disbelief. “What? You grabbed her too? You crazy, nigger!?”

Leon just said, “Fuck you.” He grabbed the girl’s hair, held the gun to her head, told her to move. She kept talking, asking questions, saying, “Just let me go! what are you doing? You can have the car, just let me go!” Leon just yanked her hair, pressing the gun harder, telling her to “Shut the fuck up! Just shut the fuck up bitch, and move!” He kept shoving her towards the back door. At first, Mark was pissed. You never take the car AND the driver! What the fuck?! The girl was resisting, despite the gun to her head, so Mark grabbed an arm and lifted her so she was barely touching the ground. Through the door they went, then to the right and down to the basement. As they came through the door, Uncle Mike was up in the kitchen. He stared wide-eyed as the boys came in, bringing some white girl with them, and not willingly, either. He quickly finished making his wife’s tea and put it on the tray with the cookies and cheese. He used plenty of Brandy for creamer. He took it to her in the living room. She sat watching the TV, wearing a set of headphones because her hearing was so bad. He set the tray down, nodded, and then quickly went downstairs.

At the bottom of the stairs, he found his nephews Mark and Leon. They were holding some white girl, making her stand still and quiet. Leon said, “How’s auntie?” Uncle Mike said, “Still deaf as a post. She’s watching TV with her headphones on. We’re good. What you got here?”

When it came to sex crimes, Uncle Mike was as bad as these two. This was the boys second. Mike guessed it was maybe his fifteenth or twentieth, somewhere in there. Most had been younger black girls. They were easy to get stoned; even their soda pop was laced. Soon as they went out, they wouldn’t remember a thing the next day. The best were the four white girls. Twice he’d been with others when there were two of them at once. They’d been around 18 or 20 he guessed, new whores, getting passed around for free. Now his nephews, bless their hearts, had brought him a present.

Leon was in no mood to play games. He was already worrying too much about grabbing the driver. Still, this honey was one sweet little momma. Average white brunette type. He held the gun close to her face, still holding her tight against him. He kept smelling her neck and her hair. She did smell good. He’d told her to shut up, which she did for a short time. Then she started whispering questions, making pleas as he sniffed and licked her neck. He breathed heavily into her ear, then licked his tongue all over it, deep inside it. She kept trying to turn her face away, to make him stop, but the gun kept her facing straight ahead. He’d had to tap her a few times, but she wasn’t even hardly bruised yet. He licked her throat with his tongue.

When Uncle Mike said their Auntie was tuned out watching TV, Leon held the gun to the girl’s throat again. He asked her, his face barely an inch away. “What’s your name, girl?”

She was shaking, crying, managed to sob out, “Lis, Lisa...” He gripped her tighter. “How old are you, Lisa?” She again managed to say, “eight, eighteen, sir, today...” They all laughed. “Birthday girl,” Uncle Mike said. Leon said, “Fuck this,” then turned back to the girl. “Yo, Lisa honey, how about you take off them clothes right fucking now, before I beat the crap outta you and do it myself!?” Mark chimed in, “Yeah snowflake, show us your birthday suit!”

Lisa was released, but the one guy still pointed the gun at her head, not six feet away. He waved it at her. “Do it girl, do it,” he ordered her. Lisa was barely eighteen, and now she had to, they wanted her to, to do what?? She just stood there, looking as terrified as she really was, shaking her head slowly from side to side. She started saying, “No, I won’t, no, no, you can’t make me...” The man with the gun handed it off, stepped up closer and said, “OK, bitch, then we do it my way.” With that, he suddenly hit her right in her eye with a hard jab. She staggered back, falling down. The man stayed on her, pinning her down on her back on the concrete floor. He began to hit her, again and again, over and over. She kept trying to block his fists with her arms, but her arms and then her face was a bruised mess in mere seconds. Left, right, left, right, he kept hitting her face really hard.

Leon stopped, breathing fast, then grabbed her polo shirt at the front and ripped it open, savagely tearing it in two and exposing her bra and chest. Nice. He roughly pulled the shirt from off her, throwing it aside. He grabbed her bra, forced it up, pulled it off of her. Her young breasts just popped right out; they were actually pretty nice! Big, nice brown nipples. As he moved down to her shorts, Uncle Mike got down and held her arms above her head. She was pretty out of it now, as beat up as she was. He’d really given her a good going over. He just grinned as he undid her shorts, then pulled them and her panties down and off of her legs. Her legs began to thrash about some, though not really doing anything. Leon pulled down his own shorts and underwear, pulling out his already hard dick. He went right between her young, white thighs and pushed his cock right up to her little pussy, right by her little brown bush. She sure was a small girl. He easily forced her thighs wide using his knees. He pushed into her, feeling that slightly wet pussy of hers.