Chapter 29: Uncle Buck Returns

It had been a year since Uncle Buck had hosted the live online rape party. It had been very popular, but then problems arose. Someone, somewhere had said something, and suddenly he was getting visits from Federal Agents. Of course, Buck had covered his tracks well. He simply claimed to know nothing about any sex films. He was, after all, just nerdy Uncle Buck living in his former mother’s home.

Buck lay low for a year, just doing his home business of specialty electronics and messing with his hobbies. After a while though, jerking off to increasingly bizarre porn was getting old. Buck had to admit- raping those young teens had been more addictive than any drug. Buck kept a copy of the live rape on a small flash drive that he kept hidden inside a sock in his sock drawer.

One day in early December, His friend Mack from the old chat group asked if they could talk in person. They both lived near Milwaukee. Buck said sure, so Mack came over and they had some coffee together in the kitchen. They talked about the old days, when the old private chat group had shared so much illegal porn. Then the live rape thing. It had been fun, and the live footage of them raping those two girls had made Buck some good money. Financially, he’d gotten caught up. Not rich, but at least he could pay the rent regular. The visit from the Feds though had made him afraid to do that again.

Mack said he was laying low too, but had been doing some numbers. Buck had told him he’d made $42,000 that night in just two and a half hours. Mack said, “The problem is, you’re doing it wrong. That’s why the feds came knocking.”

Mack went on. “First, you charged 150 members of that online group $200 each to watch. That’s 150 possible snitches, and for only $200. At that price, these pervs probably were the types that speak to the law often. Let’s call that issue Viewers.”

“Next, you made the actual kidnapper pay two grand. There’s someone with a grudge who feels you have a debt to pay. Plus, you made me pay ten grand just for providing my daughter. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not personal. It’s strictly about the money.”

Buck asked, “So, what’s your idea?” Mack said that first, he wanted a partnership. Before he’d say anything, he wanted Buck’s word that they’d go 50/50 on the proceeds. Buck finally agreed, depending on what the proceeds were. Mack outlined his theory. Mack was a smart businessman, who just happened to have a thing for young girls. Buck knew more about the internet than Mack would ever know.

“First, the viewers. We need to get viewers who can afford to watch. Two hundred dollars was way too low. This time, they pay us ten g’s just to watch. So, where do we find these kinds of people? Perverts with lots of cash? Overseas. My company does work with a lot of people in South America and Africa. The guys in the overseas office are always making jokes about how crazy these rich men are down there. Just the other day one of our guys came back from Venezuela and said this guy had all these servants, all very young girls and all naked. Filthy rich and a pervert, too. That’s the guy we want.”

Mack went on. “I’ll look these people up on our computer, print out their names and info. Then we contact them. Using a fake name and fake company email address, we say we can provide a live online ‘sexual experience’ for a one-time fee. All we need is for four to bite just to break even with last year.”

Buck said, “Ok, I like that idea so far. But- we don’t grab anybody until we got the four viewers, understood? More would be better. We can’t get at least four, the show is cancelled.” Mack agreed, adding, “And money up front. No credit. It goes to an escrow account in the Caymans. When the show ends, the money is transferred to our account. These people know finance. They’ll go for it.”

Mack went on. “Next issue: Technology. We’re not being as safe as we can be. You’re more into that side of things. Tell me we can do better.”

Buck laughed a little. “I’ve been giving this a lot of thought, actually. What we need is a source that can’t be traced. Nobody viewing the show, viewers or police, can trace it back to us. That’s what we need.”

“I discovered that our government has agreements with many countries allowing them to monitor signals going to those countries. Others don’t. Like Switzerland. For financial reasons, any communication to their banks is confidential. But the Swiss are very strict about porn.”

Buck went on. “Others, not so much. In Croatia, money talks. So long as you pay your bills, they don’t care what you do. Remember all those illegal photos we got from Croatia before?” Mack nodded. “Yea, yea, and...?”

Buck said, “Look, think of Croatia like a house with two doors. Our signal goes in. Nobody can see what happens to it next, because that all happens inside, inside Croatia. The signal goes from the living room to the kitchen and out the back door to anyone with the money. Anyone looking at the back door sees this illegal rape video, but can only trace it back to the kitchen. Anything that happens inside Croatia is confidential. It can’t be traced back to us.”

Mack thought about that for a while. They discussed it some more. Mack eventually asked if it could be done. Buck said, “Can it be done? Shoot, I set it up a month ago. I’ve been sending some underage porn photos to a guy in Singapore. It works. It’s perfect.” Mack asked how much. “Cost me $400 to set up the two sites. Another $400 for international access. After that, it’s just $100 a month, until we close it. We can do that after the show. So, I’ve spent just $900 so far. And it works, perfectly. You can then send a feed to anywhere in the world from the second site and the signal can never be traced back to the source. It would always end in Croatia.”

Mack changed the subject. “Ok, but we still need a girl or two. But to reduce the risk to a minimum, we need to do it ourselves. Someone we can grab ourselves. Now, hold on. There are young girls all over the map. Christ, at my church, we have at least a dozen I’d bone in a second. We grab one ourselves and eliminate any mistakes or expenses. We let some unknowns do it, we could all end up in jail for conspiracy. That’s ten years minimum. And when the other convicts find out what the conspiracy was, you’ll be lucky if they kill you quick.”

Buck nodded, but said neither of them was in shape enough to grab a girl off the street. Buck still weighed nearly 300 pounds, and Mack agreed he couldn’t do it alone. Too easy for it to get out of hand. So, they called Melton. Melton had won the privilege of going first during the live rape of Mack’s virgin fourteen-year-old daughter and her friend. Being from Chicago, he wasn’t too far away from Mack and Buck’s hometown of Milwaukee. Melton was wary though as he listened. “Another live rape? Uh huh. But I ain’t payin’ no two grand to go first again. I took all the risk, remember?” The two agreed. “Actually, we thought this time we’d pay you ten grand.” Melton paused. “Let me get this straight. Last time I had to pay you motherfuckers two grand. Now you gonna pay me ten grand to go first. What’s the catch?” Mack said it plainly. “This time, you gotta help us grab the target.” Melton said that would cost extra. Buck asked how much extra. “Five big ones,” Melton said. Buck said, “I’ll go twelve five, but only if she’s white and young.” Melton said deal. Melton added, “Last time we had two. We getting two again?” Buck said if they get two, he’ll bump Melton to $16,000. Melton agreed. They discussed the date. Mack told him he should be up here the morning of December 23rd. “That’ll give us 48 hours to grab someone before air time, 9am Christmas morning.” He agreed. Sounded like an easy sixteen grand. The only thing that could kill it was not getting a target.

Mack and Buck discussed the plan at length over the next two weeks. On the next Sunday, Buck had agreed to go to Mack’s church with him. There were about 200-300 people that attended. Before service started, with a doughnut and a cup of coffee, Mack kept quietly pointing out the younger teens there. Buck was amazed. There were young hotties everywhere here! Mack held up a membership book and said, “I got the names of every one of them right here. Family photos, too.” He gave the book to Buck. “See what you can come up with.”

Buck used the book and online search to find the addresses of all the families with teenage girls. Buck found two sisters that lived in the neighborhood right behind the church. He called Mack. Meagan and Christine Keasley, 1451 Kinghill Ct. Mack did some asking around. There was a teen event coming up. Mack casually mentioned the event to the girl’s father in an email. He said his daughter would be there. Marty said his girls would be there, but he and his wife had a business Christmas party to attend. The event was on the 23rd.

Mack called Buck. He told him what he’d learned about the Keasley girls. He guessed they would just walk home after the party, around seven. Their parents would be away. The game was on.

Melton showed up on the 23rd. Buck paid him $16,000 cash up front. Melton was very pleased to help out now. Mack explained about the church girls. “These two here. Meagan and Christine Keasley. They live in the neighborhood behind my church. They’ll be at the teen event tonight. We’ll grab them as they walk home, probably just after 7pm.” Melton studied the picture. Mack added, “I’ve seen them myself. These two are smoking hot. They’re exactly what we need.”

Buck said they need to get the room prepared downstairs. The basement was pretty sound-proof already, what with no windows. Basically, a concrete hole in the ground. They spent the afternoon setting up a bed, rigging some ropes, setting up the still camera and preparing the new hand-held one.

Meagan Keasley had just turned sixteen. She stood about 5’6”, weighed 130 pounds. At church, Mack had noticed that this one had a terrific butt and nice boobs, too. Very cute girl. She had long brown hair, down to the middle of her back. Cute face. That ass was something to watch. Buck had picked well.

Her younger sister Christine was just fourteen. She had on braces, wore these big glasses, had long hair like her sister, but blonde that she always wore in a ponytail. She had a typical young girl body Mack thought. Some tits, barely, but a very cute butt. She was about 5’4”, weighed about 120 pounds he guessed.

At the house, as they prepared the basement, Melton studied the family photo, asked if she really was fourteen. “She looks more like ten or eleven, man.” Mack assured him; he’d checked. Melton wanted to see the site. Buck and Melton got in the minivan and drove to the church while Mack finished the room. They drove down the entrance road to the subdivision behind the church. On the way out, Melton told him to stop by these trees. He opened the window a little, looked up at the streetlight and with a little .22 pistol he popped off a single shot. It went into the light with a dink! Some smoke came out the small hole. Melton said, “This is where we grab them, as they walk by. Park on this side, facing the exit. When they walk past the left side, we grab them up and disappear.” He dug into a backpack he had with him. He brought out two self-protection taser stun guns. “You hit them with this, they’ll go quietly, trust me. We boosted these from a sporting goods store.”

Back at the house, Mack was on his email. When the others got home, he had some good news. “I got those four that are still interested. Two from Venezuela, one from Columbia, one from Brazil. I just updated them with the family photo. Told them we have two white subjects.” Mack explained that once the money is deposited, they get the website address in Croatia. There, they can view the live show. Mack added, “Once the video starts, the money is immediately transferred from the Cayman’s to our account here.”

They were all discussing that four maybes didn’t constitute a double kidnapping yet. They needed solid deposits first. And time was short. Suddenly Mack jumped. “Holy crap! The guy in Brazil, just said he wants eight passes to the event. Eight! Including himself, that’s ninety grand.” He typed a reply. “I told him he can collect from the others, then make a single deposit to the account. The fewer people I talk to, the better.” They waited. Suddenly, the Cayman account showed a $90,000 deposit. They all cheered. “Boys, the show is on!”

As the afternoon went by, Mack began getting more replies. One Venezuela man said he had six others who wanted to watch. The other Venezuela man bought one more ticket. The Columbian bought five. Twenty-four altogether, for $240,000. Mack and Buck agreed. Melton was entitled to a full third. Melton didn’t disagree.

That night, the three sat in Buck’s minivan, parked under the broken street light. All wore black, including ski masks. Melton explained to Mack the tasers. “Just a tap on the neck, they’ll go lights out fast. I use them for carjackings,” he grinned.

Right on time, as expected, here came the two girls, walking from the church down the road towards home, wearing their winter coats. All was quiet. No other cars around. A light snow fell and a cold wind blew across the road. The church was far enough away no one would notice them. The wind carried the sound the other way. They opened the side door, with Buck in the driver’s seat. Soon enough, the two came walking by, more concerned with the cold winter wind than the van. As they walked by the door, Mack and Melton jumped out. Melton grabbed the taller one, put the taser to her neck as she let out a brief cry. Zap! “UH!” she said and went limp in his arm. Meanwhile, Mack had grabbed the shorter one, first wrapping an arm around her face, smothering any cries, then zapping her. She also went limp. In seconds, they had both inside the minivan. Buck then drove carefully away. The door slammed shut and the two immediately began taping their mouths and wrists. On the way home, they both came around some, but a quick tap with the taser put them right out again. Mack kept telling Melton to go easy with the taser. “They gotta be pristine. I mean amateur perfection. Don’t even mess up their hair. That blonde with the ponytail. Make sure she doesn’t lose those glasses. Kids with glasses are a big hit.”

Twenty minutes later, Buck turned down his street. As usual, everything was dead quiet. He pulled into his garage, closed the door. Everyone got out, bringing the now groggy girls with them. Downstairs into the concrete basement they went. Buck spoke to them as Mack removed the tape, still wearing their ski masks. “Meagan Keasley. Sixteen, 1451 Kinghill Court. Sister Christine, fourteen, also from Kinghill Court. We know who you are, where you live, who your parents are, what school you go to. You will go home, Christmas Day.” He glared at them, then finished with, “Until then, you will stay here. We will feed you. There is a toilet over there. Water in the small fridge. Two days,” holding up two fingers. “Then you go home. Until then, you keep quiet and do what you’re told.”

Melton moved forward and spoke with his angry voice. “Go ahead and scream if you like. No one can hear you. It’s sound proof. But you ain’t gonna scream. You gonna sit here real nice and quiet like, or I’m gonna have to tase you again. You don’t do what I say, Meagan,” pointing at the older girl, “I tase your little sister Christine where the sun don’t shine. You understand me?!” They both cowered back, nodding, crying now. Immediately the questions began, but the three just walked upstairs, closing the door and turning out the lights.

Meagan had her cell phone taken away. Christine didn’t have one yet. All they knew was that it was around 8 pm maybe. In the pitch-black darkness, they sat on the edge of the bed. Christine kept asking Meagan what should they do, what do they want, why are we here? Meagan had no answers for her. She was just as confused. She’d been zapped and couldn’t remember anything after that. Wait, they’d been at the teen activities at the church. But who were these men? What did they want? Where were they? Meagan was immediately afraid that they would sexually assault her, or even both of them. She didn’t know what to do. She called out a few times. No sound, nothing. They found their way in the darkness to the stairs, tried the door. Locked. Back downstairs, she just shook, crying, saying “I don’t know. I don’t know what to do. This is not good, this is very bad. But I don’t know what to do...”

From 8pm on the 23rd until 7am on the 25th, the two girls sat in the darkness, terrified, no idea how long they’d been there. Three times a man had brought down a tray of food. He handed them towels. “Keep your faces clean, girls,” was all he said. Other than those three visits, the rest of the time was spent in total darkness. The two sisters could only sit and wait.

At 7am Christmas morning, the three men came downstairs. “Merry Christmas!” the one man said. Meagan thought, ‘So, it’s Christmas day. They said we’d go home today.’ She asked, but the man only told her to stay quiet. The other man held the taser up to her. “Quiet,” he said. Lights came on. They saw a camera in the corner, pointing at the bed. The fat man brought down a laptop, set it up near the stairs behind the camera. There were three men. A black man, maybe thirty-something. Well built, strong body. The second man was white, older. Fifty-something maybe. Stockier. The third man was white, and huge. He looked like the second man, except way fatter. All three wore ski masks. All three wore shorts. Meagan watched them setting something up. The way they were dressed, she was pretty sure they were going to rape them. This was why they were here. The camera, some kind of porno movie. She sat there, still in her winter coat, wide-eyed and terrified, clutching Christine to her.

Christine sat clinging to her older sister. She wasn’t sure what they were doing. Setting up some kind of show, maybe? She also noted that all three men had on shorts and nothing else. Suddenly she realized, thought, ‘Oh my God. They’re, they’re going to force me to have sex with them... ‘ She whispered to her sister, “Meagan! Meagan! I think they might be going to rape us or something...” Meagan said, “Shhh! I think it’s a movie maybe.” Christine looked around. Maybe. Lots of lights, a video camera. The fat man was talking to the other white guy. The other white guy told them to stand on the carpet at the end of the bed. A big, round carpet lay there. They stood on it, crying again, asking “What do you want?” and “What are you going to do?”

Buck checked the focus, the color, adjusted the angle of the camera. It would be on a smaller window. He had Mack take the hand-held camera, walk around the girls, adjusting the sharpness and focus. On the website, the viewer could click on either screen, fixed or hand-held, and it would go full screen. Eventually, everything seemed set.

Melton had set up a small bar in one corner, and began handing out the Viagras. Three each should last the entire 2-3 hours. They each took four to be sure. Buck went up to the two girls, still standing there. He roughly wiped their faces with a wet towel. He gave each girl some lipstick; told them to put it on. He gave them a small mirror to use. Neither were bright red; these were more subdued colors. When they finished, Buck simply took a brush, brushed their hair until they were neat. The older girl’s long brunette hair was beautiful. Long, straight, well taken care of. The younger girl’s blond hair was also very clean, in a ponytail. Her glasses were a bit on the big side, but Buck liked the look. Her braces only made her look truly young.

They smoked some pot waiting for nine o’clock. Mack kept track of the Cayman account. “All paid. Ready on this end.” Melton said, “Shit. You know each of those four motherfuckers charged their friends more than ten g’s.” “No doubt,” Mack replied. A few minutes before nine, Uncle Buck walked up to the girls. “You gonna stand here and do exactly what I say. Exactly, or I’ll tase you where it hurts the most. I’m gonna ask you questions. You give truthful answers. Nothing more. Got it?” They both said quietly, “Yes sir.” Meagan added, “Then do we get to go home?” Buck grinned his happy Uncle Buck smile. “Sure! Why, in three hours you’ll be home opening presents.”

At exactly nine o’clock, with the website address delivered, Buck hit the start switch. On the screen, the two girls stood there, dressed as they were when they were picked up. A light was pointed at them. As Buck watched the live video and worked the hand-held camera, Mack started. He said, “You, say your full name, address and age.” Meagan replied quietly, then started again louder when he yelled at her. “Meagan Keasley. 1451 Kinghill Court, in Brookfield. I’m, I’m sixteen...” The man asked if she was a virgin. She just nodded, too embarrassed by the question to answer.

Mack switched to the other girl, asked her the same questions. “Christine Keasley. I live with my sister and our family in Brookfield. I just turned fourteen, last week.” He asked if she was a virgin. She also just nodded. Christine asked, “Are we done now? Can we go? You said...” Mack told her to be quiet. Behind him, Melton held up the taser. She immediately went silent.

Mack told the older girl to get undressed. She tried to say no, she didn’t want to, you can’t make me, but then Melton walked up to her. She cried out, backed up, but he grabbed her arm, then hit her with the taser in the side. Now on a lower power setting, the taser still hurt like mad. On the screen, the girl screamed, her sister screamed. The younger girl kept saying, “Don’t! Don’t!” Melton dragged the brunette to her feet. “Next time, I zap your little sister. Longer, too. Now you do what he tells you to do!” He let go of her and stepped back.

Meagan stood there beside her sister, shaking. Looking around, there was no sympathy from anyone. It was either get undressed, or let them hurt Christine. Slowly, slowly Meagan began to unzip her coat. She slowly took it off. Melton grabbed it, threw it aside. Mack told her to keep going. “And you, you watch your sister get naked. Keep looking at her. In fact, why don’t you take that coat off while you watch.” Christine reluctantly did. They made her watch as Meagan kept going. She carefully pulled her dark blue sweater off over her head, her long hair flowing through the neck as she did. Melton took the sweater. She reached down and took off her shoes, these small boots. First one, then the other, then the little socks she had on.

Meagan next began to undo her jeans. She slowly slid them down and stepped out. The man grabbed those too. Her underwear wasn’t anything sexy, just plain white panties with pink flowers. She left those on, moved to her blouse. Slowly she undid the five buttons, then slowly removed it. The man grabbed it, too. She covered her breasts with her right arm, then used her left hand to reach behind her and try to undo the bra hooks with one hand. After some effort, she finally got it undone. Slowly, crying, Meagan removed her white bra; the man grabbed it from her. She quickly covered her breasts with both arms. She was only sixteen, but for sixteen she had some really nice breasts. They didn’t stick straight out. Hers hung down some with a lot of size and shape to them. Each was a bit more than a handful, with these big, brown nipples on them. Not yet erect, but Meagan knew they would be. They just always did after a while. Even in the shower. Now she stood in front of this camera, naked except for her panties. The fat guy walked over carrying a small portable camera. A red light on it made her think it was working. He moved in close to her breasts as the other man told her to take off the panties. Covering herself as best she could, Meagan slowly pulled down her underwear, stepped out, tossed it to where her other clothes lay. Now she stood there, sideways to the camera, one arm across her chest with her hand cupping a breast; the other hand over her young bush. The man with the small camera kept moving all around her. Up, down, behind her, all around. They told her to put her hands to her sides. As she did, she saw Christine still having to watch her.

Christine stood there watching as her older sister was forced to undress. She’d said she was fourteen just last week, hoping they might not touch her if they thought she was too young. She’d seen Meagan nude before, but here in front of these men was frightening. The man told her to stand still. Christine didn’t move, except for her trembling body. The man said, “Now, let me show you how we undress girls.” Buck made Meagan watch while he filmed, as Mack and Melton approached the younger girl. Now Christine knew this wasn’t right; that they shouldn’t be undressing a fourteen-year-old girl. It was wrong. She was too young and she ... But then the two men grabbed her, began tearing her clothes off. First, they yanked her jacket off. She had on a sweatshirt with her high school’s name on it, a sleeveless top under that, no bra and a pair of jeans. The two grabbed at the sweatshirt, tearing it, ripping it off in just a few seconds. They tore her blouse off in a second as she kept screaming for them to stop. They roughly yanked her jeans open, forced them and her underwear down to the floor and off of her. In less than a minute, they had the young girl stripped as naked as her sister. Christine tried to cover herself, crouching down some, sobbing from being brutally stripped. The man told her to stand up, or he’d tase Meagan. He held the taser up to her; Christine stood up straight, held her hands behind her like he told her to. She didn’t have hardly any breasts, but there they were for all to see. She had big, pink nipples mostly, and dang it, they were already erect, and everyone could see them. Those nipples would do that for anything these days.

Christine had to watch as Meagan was forced to kneel by the bed, her hands handcuffed behind her now. The black man stepped up to her and pulled his shorts off. His big, brown penis stuck way out in an arc. Meagan tried to turn her face away, but he forced her to open her mouth, put her mouth over his penis. Christine couldn’t see how her sister did it, it was so big. The man with the portable camera kept moving around Meagan, doing close-ups of her giving this black man a blowjob.

Then suddenly Christine was forced down to her own knees, then forced to bend down. The man standing by her told her to get on her elbows, too. She did, her butt sticking way up now. God, this was so freaking embarrassing. Everyone can see everything now. Then the man pushed her legs apart with his hands, got between them on his knees behind her. He forced her knees farther apart. Her crotch was now wide open. Sure enough, no doubt about it now; she was gonna get raped. She heard the man spitting a few times, then she felt him push the end of his penis against her little vagina. She wondered if it would hurt.

The man’s penis was wet; probably from that spit. She could feel the soft head pushing around on her pussy lips. She felt him use a couple of fingers to help get started into her. Her pussy started to push open as his thing got in between the lips. The pain was immediate! It felt like he was tearing her apart down there! It hurt! It hurt so much! It felt like her skin was being ripped! As the man pressed in, she felt her vagina being stretched more and more, the pain intensifying constantly. Until now, the only thing that had ever been in there was her finger, and only a few times. She’d only just started menstruating, and still used just pads, not a tampon. Some years ago, her grandfather had felt her up down there, but hadn’t done anything more. Now though, this gigantic penis was pressing into her, every fraction of an inch a painful enlargement of her young virgin pussy. Just when Christine thought he couldn’t possibly go any farther and that it couldn’t possibly hurt anymore, he suddenly started having sex with her, raping her, moving back and forth within her. His very warm, soft head pushed deep into her again and again, the flared head actually stimulating her to a small extent. His huge shaft kept her stretched painfully wide open. She couldn’t believe this; she was only fourteen! She begged him to stop, it hurt so much, she wasn’t old enough for this. She said he was too big. He didn’t listen, he just kept doing her. Again and again, he plowed into her vagina from behind. Her vagina was getting wet; either from her bleeding, which seemed quite possible, or him, or her, but his thing was now moving back and forth easier inside her. She noticed the fat man was pointing his camera at her. He was filming her being raped. This was beyond embarrassing. It couldn’t possibly get any worse than this.

Christine couldn’t focus on anything except being raped. She knelt there, bent over, her eyes clenched tightly closed, as the man assaulted her. He was kneeling behind her, and every time he pushed in, he’d smack her bare bottom with his body. She kept hearing it; smack, smack, smack, again and again. His legs were touching her inner thighs, where usually nobody ever touched her. It was so horrible. At first, he held her hips as he did her. Then he grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head way back. The camera guy, the fat guy, made her open her eyes. Her tears were blurring everything. Smack, smack, smack behind her. Her whole body was getting slammed around constantly. At least the pain in her had slowly slipped away, replaced by just a feeling of being stretched so wide open. Her muscles down there ached more than anything else right now. Again and again, he kept going on and on. When would he ever stop? His thing was so big, constantly going in and out.