Chapter 28: Nothing To Lose: Part 2

Recap: In the last chapter, two escaped convicts, Terri and Martin, had just grabbed Kelly and Jessica Spencer, taking their Escalade. The two had taken turns raping 18-year-old Jessica in the back seat, then dumped both women in a dumpster after knocking them unconscious. As they discussed their next move, things changed.

Across the street was a drug store with a drive-thru. Martin pulled in. Using some of the money they’d gotten from the woman earlier, they bought a couple of packs of smokes. They drove to the Target parking lot next door, into a dark spot. As they sat there, they saw a minivan pull in.

The minivan actually parked right next to them. A woman and a girl got out. Terri said, “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Martin stared also. They’d been sitting there, deciding on where to run to. Where could they go where no one would come looking? Martin had an uncle who had died recently. This uncle had an old trailer on his property, a place he used for hunting season. Not too big, it had a stove at one end, a bed at the other. That was about it. Martin thought that might work for a little while. Then the minivan had pulled in. They talked about it some more.

Terri wanted to bring some entertainment along to the trailer. Martin was concerned about leaving a stolen car where another car was just stolen. Like a trail. They decided to keep the Escalade, take it to the cabin. Terri told Martin to go wait by that SUV over there. Then, just as the two women got to the car, Terri would jump out and grab the driver by surprise; force her into the back seat of the Escalade, getting in with her. Meanwhile, when Terri made his move, Martin would grab the second woman from behind by surprise, then force her over to other side of the Escalade and into the back seat. Then Martin would drive while Terri watched the two.

As they sat there waiting for the two to come back out, Terri dug through the Escalade’s glove box. “Ooooh wee!” he suddenly exclaimed. He pulled out a small, .32 cal pistol, a five shot semi-automatic. Martin replied what a cute little gun it was. In fact, it actually did have a pink handle. Terri said, “Well that certainly just made things a whole lot easier. Here, you use it. The other girl may be hard to control.” He handed the gun to Martin.

Soon, they saw the two come out of Target together, headed towards them. Martin got out, moved over into position. Terri waited, ready to go. Doors unlocked. First, hand over her mouth, remember that. The two got closer. The driver walked by him. As she reached for the door handle, he opened his door and leapt out at her. He slammed her against the car, hand going right over her mouth. The second girl was grabbed by Martin. Terri said to the driver, “My buddy has a gun to her head. Now turn around and get in the back seat.” He forced her around, quickly opened the door and shoved her in. As he pushed his way in behind her, the other door opened and a girl was shoved in on that side. The door slammed shut; then Terri slammed his door shut. As Martin ran around to the open driver’s door, Terri laid down the law. “Listen you two; you’re going to do exactly what I say. If either of you doesn’t, the other one is gonna get hurt. Bad. For now, sit there, don’t move, put your heads down to your knees and keep fucking quiet.”

As they both did, Martin began to drive away. He was trying to remember which was the right way to the farm. He finally got on highway 47 south, then SR 422 west. It would be a couple of hours before they got anywhere near it. Once they were out in the country, when other cars weren’t around, Terri turned on a seat light. He grabbed the driver’s hair; pulled her up into the light. Christ almighty. It was a kid. Some teenage girl, blonde hair, crying. He asked her, “How fucking old are you, kid?” She said she was seventeen. “I just got my driver’s license, I swear.” He shoved her back down. He grabbed the other girl’s long brown hair, pulled her up. She was crying too, but damn, she was younger than the other one. “Well then, how the fuck old are you?” he demanded. She said she was fourteen. He asked if they were sisters or something. She nodded yes. She shoved her head back down. They started with the questions, but he just told them to shut the fuck up. Martin looked back. “Did I hear right? Seventeen and fourteen?” Terri laughed. “You heard right, bro. We must be doing something right with the Lord!”

At the trailer, they parked the car and pulled the two teens out. Into the trailer they went. It smelled some, and there wasn’t any power. Martin found some candles and lit them while Terri kept the gun pointed at the two girls. With some light now, they took a better look at their prizes.

Kalinda and Amanda Kesker were two sisters at home alone for the evening. With their parents gone to a company party until late, they were to stay there and watch movies. Soon after they left, Kalinda had grabbed the keys to the minivan and the two girls had run to Target for some snacks. She parked out in the darker area, for she wasn’t ever supposed to take the car without permission. She didn’t want anyone they knew to see them.

Kalinda was seventeen, a junior at Akron Central High. She was about 5’8” tall, weighed about 134 pounds. She had a build that can best be described as just above average. Slightly bigger boobs, slightly bigger hips and butt. She had long blonde hair that reached all the way to her waist. She had amazing skin, making her appear much younger than her actual seventeen years.

Her younger sister was Amanda. Amanda was still fourteen, an eight grader at Akron Junior High. Amada was 5’7” tall, weighed a thin 124 pounds. She had thin legs, thin arms, and brown hair that came down just below her shoulders. She also looked younger than her fourteen years.

Martin found a nearly full bottle of scotch. He took a drink and passed it to Terri. Martin looked at the younger, thinner girl. “You,” he said. “Take off her clothes.” Terri passed the bottle back. The girls just stood there, trying to mumble something, standing beside each other, hands wrapped around themselves tightly. Martin took another belt of scotch, then passed the bottle back. He stepped over to the younger girl, paused grinning, then violently slapped the side of her face. She fell over, crying out, the other girl crying out too. He grabbed the skinny one, forced her back up to her feet. He held his hand up again. “Maybe you didn’t hear me the first time. I said, take off her clothes, or we start beating her next.”

Hands shaking, crying, Amanda slowly turned to her sister while staring at the man. Was he really going to make her do this? Would he say stop first? Slowly, she reached over and carefully removed Kalinda’s windbreaker jacket. The man said to drop it, so she set it down on the floor beside her. The two men stood a few feet away now, drinking, watching her do this. Amanda started to undo her sister’s pants, but Kalinda whispered, “No!” and so she took her sleeveless top and lifted it off of her.

Amanda didn’t know what to do next. Kalinda turned to her right some, like she wanted Amanda to undo her bra, so Amanda did. Slowly, Kalinda removed it, keeping her back towards the men. Then the black man said, “You, girl, turn around and show us those titties! Put them hands down, show us what you got.”

Slowly, Kalinda turned, easing her arms down to her side. Her breasts weren’t small, not big either. But for a seventeen-year-old girl, they were pretty well developed. The two men drooled. The man told her sister to finish stripping her. Amanda finished undoing her shorts, then slid them to the floor. The man told her to kick them off, so she did. The Amanda had to pull her panties down too. Seventeen-year-old Kalinda stood the bare naked, beautiful breasts hanging down, strong legs and not a bit of pubic hair. That was because Kalinda was on the swim team. She preferred to just keep it all shaved. She just stared at the floor or the wall, never at them.

The man told Kalinda to strip her sister. Kalinda knew she’d have to. They had the gun. They were way bigger and stronger than her. She just kept crying, pleading, “ ... she’s only fourteen, you can’t, you can’t. She’s only fourteen...” The man walked up to her. Kalinda cringed, expecting to get slapped. Instead, the man slapped Amanda again. He walked back, said angrily, “I said strip her.” Amanda was crying still, now holding the side of her face, obviously in pain. Kalinda called them a bad name and started to undress her younger sister. The two men laughed. First, Kalinda lifted Amanda’s hoodie off. Underneath she had on a sleeveless, lightweight top. Kalinda lifted it up, and Amanda reluctantly lifted her arms again. Amanda had breasts like most fourteen-year-old girls. Not too big, but not too small either. Amanda’s were mostly just puffy nipples right now.

Amanda stood there, trying to make herself stop crying. She covered her breasts with her arms. Kalinda took hold of her gym shorts and slid them down. She stepped out of them. Amanda felt her sister pulling her underwear down. She stepped out, completely naked in front of everyone now. She was hyperventilating she was so scared. They were in some small, dirty trailer, a very long way from where they had been. Now these men had made them strip each other. Kalinda already knew they were going to be raped, but Amanda was still hoping maybe they just wanted to see them naked. The two men told her to put her arms down. He nipples were all worked up like she was going in the showers at gym or something. Down there, she was just a slit still. You could hardly see anything she was so underdeveloped.

Terri told the younger girl, “You, little sister. Get on your knees.” Slowly, she did. Terri took a step closer to her, undid his prison jumper and dropped it. He dropped his prison boxers. Out popped his big, brown erection; ready to go. The girl stared wide-eyed. She looked down, but he said, “Look at it! Look at it! Look closely, little girl.” She slowly looked back up, staring at it. He held the base; waved it around a little in front of her young face. She just leaned back some, trying to keep looking at it as he kept telling her to. Terri said, “Now, hold it with your two little hands.” Slowly, she did, occasionally glancing over at her sister.

Amanda saw Kalinda getting on her knees too. She reached up to his great big brown penis, took hold of the shaft with her two hands, trying to hardly touch it. I was very warm, very big. A lot of veins ran along it. It emerged from this bush of black hair at the base. Below that she could see a dark ball sack. Her hands were shaking. It definitely seemed like he wanted to do more than just see her naked. His penis kept moving around as she held it. She was still hurting from those two very hard slaps. He told her to spit on the end. She spit. He said again. She did. He kept making her spit on his brown penis. Then, he told her to lick it, “ ... like a lollipop, child.” Reluctantly, she leaned forward, sticking her tongue out some. He said more tongue, smacked her temple sharply. She paused, dealing with the new pain, then stuck her tongue way out. She moved close and started to run her tongue along the spot where she had just spit. From the head all the way to the bush, he made her lick it all the way around, covering every inch, constantly spitting or drooling as she did. God, his penis was damn big. Not too hard, it hung down some. The idea that this particular penis was about to get rammed into her virginity hadn’t even occurred to her yet. She thought holding it was all he wanted. And lick it some. Then he’d let her go. She wondered if he’d do that ejaculating thing. Then he started feeling up her chest with his hand. Rubbing his palm across her nipples, just gently rubbing her young girl chest.

Terri stopped her, told her to turn around. She did, seemingly happy to be facing away from him. God, this youngster had one extremely cute little girl ass! Boy did it wiggle as she turned! He told her to get on her elbows. Slowly she did, glancing back, asking, “what, what are you doing? What’s going on? What are you...?” He got down, kneeling behind this youngster. He rubbed her ass with both hands, telling her to calm down. He made it seem like he just wanted to rub her butt. “I just want to rub you bottom, girl. That ok with you?” She shakingly, reluctantly nodded. He spread her butt cheeks. He found her tight little asshole. Just below that, he found a pair of luscious little virgin pussy lips. He grabbed his cock in his fist, pressed it right to those lips. She cried out, jumped, but he held onto her as he pushed. He went in a little; barely between the lips. There was more he could feel. He pressed, moving around some, then his dick head found that little girl’s hole. Into her he pressed, even harder now. He wanted to get at least halfway into her, right fucking now! He gripped her sexy hips with both hands. God, she had a sexy ass! He felt her hymen, put a good strong pressure, then finally slipped right into her. She really cried out when that happened. He heard the other girl yell something like, “Stop that! You’re really hurting her!” Then Martin began made her shut up.

Terri got his semi-erect penis in, then began to seriously rape the youngster. She made all kinds of noises. Painful noises as he pushed in farther. His dick got harder, longer, every second. Grunting sounds as he stretched her young vagina out again and again. Gasping sounds as she tried desperately to breathe. He started a good rhythm. Oh man, he was going to enjoy the fuck out of this! He reached under with both hands, began feeling her chest. Hardly any tits, so young. Nice little ones. From his previous experiences with his nieces, he knew how little girl’s nipples could get their whole body excited. He massaged them softly, stimulating them. Soon, he could feel the wetness inside of her. It was working. Sometimes, she even pushed back when he pushed in. He knew it was just her inexperience, more of a reflex, but it was fun to think she was getting into it. He looked over at Martin.