Chapter 27: Nothing To Lose

Terri Ketch and Martin Swartz were two convicts with nothing to lose. Both were doing thirty years for armed robbery and manslaughter, among other convictions. Terri was a black man, 36 years old. Six foot tall and strong, he knew how to survive on the streets and in prison. Martin was white, 26 years old. Thinner but just as tall, he could handle himself well enough. They’d both been sent to the state prison from opposite sides of the state, but in the Big House they’d become cell mates.

Then one day, they were working the garbage detail. It was six o’clock, dark out side just after dinner. As they emptied yet another 55-gallon drum full of garbage into the dumpster, they suddenly heard the gate start to unlock. They stopped, looked at each other, then both men quickly jumped into the dumpster. Sure enough, the gate opened and in drove the garbage truck. Normally, two armed guards opened the gate and checked the dumpster to make sure no one was in it. This night, the wind was blowing strong and so both guards had to hold the gates open as the truck quickly emptied the dumpster into the back end. It quickly backed up and then drove off.

The two convicts, now escapees, stayed in the truck until it stopped again. This time it was behind a supermarket. Before it could dump another dumpster full of garbage on their heads, the two scrambled out and made their way down the back of the truck. As it stared to drive away, they jumped off and ran to the shadows. The two discussed their next move.

Terri said, “Let’s go grab a car out front, get the fuck outta town fast.” Martin thought about it, then said, “I don’t want to go back any time soon. We need to get something without being seen.” They moved quickly but cautiously to the end and looked around the corner. The stores were busy. At this end of the parking lot were some decorate trees. This put some of the rows in darkness from the lamps. The two waited.

Soon, two people came along with several bags of groceries. They moved towards a Cadillac Escalade near the back row. They opened the tailgate, loaded the bags inside. The two moved up. They got to them just as they were getting in. Terri grabbed the woman driver, gripping her throat. He growled at her to give him the keys, which she did. Meanwhile, Martin pushed the passenger, a teenage girl, into the car, pushing his way in with her. He kept telling her to “Get in the back! Move it! Get in the fucking back, bitch!” As the girl scrambled in back, Martin closed the door behind him, then quickly climbed in back to keep the girl from trying to escape. The last thing they needed was some kid running through the parking lot screaming. As he forced her down on the seat, Terri made the mother crawl over to the passenger side. Terri got in the driver seat right behind her, then threw his arm across the woman’s front. “Don’t you fucking move lady, or we’ll mess up the kid real bad. Don’t fucking move,” he snarled. He started the car. He said to her, “We gonna drive a little way, then drop you two off. Until then, you just stay quiet.”

Normally, in a typical carjacking, you take the car and moments later the cops have been called and everyone is out after. This time, though, times were different. Terri and Martin were desperate and on the run. Martin knew the longer they kept the two women, the longer before any cops were called and the farther from that prison they would be. He said to Terri, “Yo, brother. Let’s buy us some time. I got some fantasies to catch up on.” Terri knew just what Martin meant. He chuckled. “Yeah, sure, me too. Save some for me.”

Kelly Spencer was a 38-year-old mother of two teens. One was her youngest, her son Jason, 12. The other was her daughter, Jessica, 18. Jessica had just started her senior year at high school, having just turned eighteen a few months ago. Kelly and Jessica had gone to the store for a few things. All they’d said to Jason and her husband was that they were going shopping. After buying some groceries, they’d headed to the car, discussing stopping at Target next for some clothes shopping. Just as Kelly was opening her door, a big, black man had grabbed her neck, taken her keys. Another man had forced Jessica into the backseat, then the black man forced her to crawl over to the passenger seat.

Both men wore orange jumpsuits. Kelly though for sure they were convicts or something. The jumpsuits had WDOC stenciled on them. Wisconsin Department of Corrections, she thought. She was going to jump out, but with Jessica in the back seat with the other man, she couldn’t just jump out and leave her behind. Instead, she talked to them. The driver, the black man, said he’d let them go soon. She kept saying, “Just let us out, let us out anywhere. Here, you can have my cash. A got a couple of hundred or so here. Here, take it, just let us out...” The man grabbed the money. The second man said something about fantasies. She missed it, not sure what he’d said or meant. Then she heard Jessica start crying out, “Stop it, stop it, leave me alone...” Kelly started to yell at the man to leave her daughter alone when the car suddenly braked to a stop by the curb. The driver turned and punched Kelly in the side of her head, hard. Again and again, she lost count. Everything went dark and quiet.

Martin watched Terri knock out the woman up front, the mother. Shoot, she wasn’t bad looking at all. He turned back to the daughter, the sweet young thing squirming around underneath him. He spoke to her. “There, we knocked out your mommy. Now you and me can do whatever we want together and she won’t ever know.” He chuckled as he finished. The back seat of the Escalade was big alright. She lay there on her back, one leg up on the seat and one foot on the floor. She kept trying to push his hands away as he groped her. Oh, the last eight years in prison had made him beyond horny for some of this. This teenager was short, but holy shit, she had some big fucking tits. Wow, this was so worth it.

As Terri drove on, Martin moved to her blouse, gripped it and ripping it open. She cried out, kept yelling for him to stop. He paused, punched her hard, twice. Once in her face, once in her chest. That slowed her down. He went back, finished tearing her blouse off. He said to Terri, “Holy fucking Christ, bro! You gotta see the tits on this little girl!” He gripped her bra, breaking the hooks in back and then yanking it from her. No doubt, this girl had some big titties alright. He dove right in, mashing his face into one and then the other. He sucked hard on her nipples as she struggled to try and stop him. He gripped both her tits, pushed them together, gripping them both tightly. He began sucking on each nipple very hard. Soon enough, his hands moved right down to her pants. He hit her twice again in her gut, knocking the wind out of her. She gasped for air, yet still tried to struggle. He grabbed those jeans and undid them, then yanked them down. They were tight of course, and her hips were wide, but down those short legs those jeans came nonetheless. Next, he violently took her panties off, more like ripped them off in pieces. With her pants around her ankles, he undid his own jumper and got ahold of his dick. He wasn’t surprised that it was already rock-hard.