Chapter 5: Uncle Jack

Mike Reasoner was what you might call a lucky guy. He’d been arrested and charged with statutory rape of a twelve-year-old girl. In exchange for pleading guilty to home robbery and basic assault charges, the rape charge was dropped and Mike did five years in the state prison. Twenty eight years old now, he was due to be released, but needed a place to go.

Mike’s family only knew he’d broken into a house. They didn’t know the rape part. When he got released, his Uncle Jack had offered to let him stay with him in his trailer home on the farm. Said he’d teach him how to make an honest living. The parole board and Mike accepted of course. On the day of his release, Uncle Jack picked him up outside the prison and drove him to his farm. A remote location in southern Missouri, his farm served him well. Uncle Jack had about a hundred cows, and all he had to do was drop them a bale of hay every week. Once a month he’d sell one for a couple of thousand dollars to the meat packing plant. This, and growing his own weed, kept him happy for the most part. It was easy work.

Uncle Jack had another interest. Young girls. Mike learned this on the drive home. Every time they saw some young teenage girls, Uncle Jack would slow down and make a big deal of eyeballing her. Now, Uncle Jack had friends who knew the truth about Mike. So, he knew Mike had raped a young twelve-year-old. He was hoping that by letting Mike stay with him, they could continue their lusts on his isolated location. Doing it alone was just too hard and risky. He hadn’t grabbed a girl in almost six years now.

On the drive home, sure enough, whenever he spied a pretty girl, Mike would join in. Ha! So, Mike was in fact into the younger ones. Teens were his favorite. They looked good, and most likely would not even talk about it afterward to anyone. Younger girls were his favorite on the internet, but he never wanted to risk it in real life. The youngest girl he ever grabbed, the last one, was nineteen.

Jack said to Mike, “You know, this is your release date. We should celebrate! I say we go grab that girl back there and bring her home. See if she likes to party. What do you say?”

Mike was quick to agree. After five years, he was dying to fuck something, anything. That girl they’d just passed look pretty good, too. She was walking down a country road, carrying books. Probably going home from school. Jack quickly turned around. He told Mike to get in the back seat. “I’ll pull up beside her, then you invite her to our party.”

Mike climbed into the back seat of the old four-dour Ford, made sure the door was unlocked. That’s what two years in the National Guard teaches you. Always check everything. He chuckled. He saw the girl up ahead. They drove by, turned around and came back quickly. Jack screeched to a halt next to her, doing his best to put the right rear door just in front of her as quickly as he could.

Mike pulled the door handle. The door flew open as the car came to a quick stop. Mike jumped out; the girl was about six feet in front of him. She had stopped, looked confused, took a step back. As fast as he possibly could, he wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug, grabbing her slightly low so he could easily pick her up a little. She yelled, “Hey...!” and fought to get away from him, but her arms were pinned against her body by his arms. He backed up a few feet, fell backwards into back seat of the old car. Uncle Jack floored it. The old car leapt forward; the door slammed back closed. Mike just held the girl in this bear hug; chuckling as he told her, “I got you now, girl! I got you now...”

The car raced down a couple of more roads, then turned down their long dirt driveway. He parked the car, got out and told Mike, “Hold on, I gotta do something first.” He opened the trunk. Inside was a large burlap bag, an old seed bag. He grabbed it, brought it up to the backseat door. He reached in and the two of them managed to get the bag pulled over her. It went from her head to her knees almost. She sure was short. He wondered how old she was.

Now Uncle Jack had spent years planning his next abduction. When he heard Mike was getting out soon, his plans got much easier. First, no old ladies, fat ladies, cripples or anything. Young teenagers. Second; no prolonged abductions. Those assholes always get caught. Grab her, fuck her good, let her go right where you got her. Nine times out of ten they would go home, cry about it, but not a say a word to anyone. And ruin their reputation? No way. Grab ‘em. Fuck ‘em. Drop ‘em.

They dragged the girl from the car and pulled her inside. The took her right to Uncle Jack’s spartan bedroom. Uncle Jack turned to Mike, explained his theory of fucking them quick and dropping them quick. Mike, recognized this was Uncle Jack’s house and his rules applied; just like in prison. He simply agreed. So long as he was getting him some, he didn’t care. He could be quick.

Uncle Jack grabbed his bottle of baby oil and handed it to Mike. “Get ready,” he said. “It’s your party.” Mike started to get undressed. As he did, Jack pulled the sack off of the girl. Halfway off he paused, punched her hard, twice in her abdomen. That always knocks the wind right out of them. They can’t scream; they can barely breathe. Takes the fight right out of them. He pulled the bag the rest of the way off.

Susan Armbruster was part of the Armbruster family. They lived not far from the school, about a mile and a half. On this warm, sunny afternoon she was supposed to be staying late for band practice, but the practice was cancelled after everyone had already gotten there. So rather than wait for the bus, Sue decided to just walk down route 16 by herself. Occasionally a car would pass. She didn’t pay much attention, thinking about other things. The sort of things that most eighteen-year-old girls think about. She’d had sex with Martin when she was sixteen. Then they broke up, and she was wondering who number two would be. Mick was pretty handsome. Tony was always hitting on her, but he was...