Chapter 4: Summer Cabin

It was early January in Chicago. A winter storm had brought 12” of snow followed by freezing temperatures. For Jim Stephens and Craig Rice, it was their daily hell. Released from the Illinois State Prison on parole four months ago, they’d met up at the homeless shelter while trying to be the law-abiding citizens everyone wanted them to be. While the rich white guys drove around in their BMW’s with the hot babes, Jim and Craig were just two niggers trying to keep warm. The jobs they had were outside. The homeless shelter was always cold. After four months, things only got worse, never better.

One evening they sat out back of the shelter, sharing a pint of cheap whiskey. Jim and Craig had gotten to this point in their lives under similar circumstances. Jim used to own a successful used car lot, but his wife and their teenage daughter always spent way too much. He told her once he might divorce her if she kept spending like she did. Next thing he knew, his wife and daughter filed a police report claiming he’d raped his own daughter. It was their word against his, and the jury believed the daughter’s poor little tenth grader act. He got fifteen years, with parole after five. His wife got his successful business and all of his money.

Craig had driven to the 7-11 on his way home one rainy night. When he walked outside, two girls came up, begging him to drive them down a few blocks their neighborhood. Being the good guy that he was, he said sure, hop in. He drove his GMC to their neighborhood. They went down one road and the girls said they’d get out here. Craig then drove home.

Later that night, Craig was surprised to find the police at his front door, placing him under arrest. The charge: unlawful sexual intercourse with a female under the age of 18, rape by use of drugs, perversion, sodomy, a lewd and lascivious act upon a child under the age of 14. The two girls at the 7-11, both just 13 years old, had gone out with their secret boyfriends without their parent’s consent. After smoking a bunch of marijuana, the girls ended up having sex with their boyfriends. When the rain started, the boys had run home. The girls had to think up an excuse for their parents. Across the street at the 7-11, they asked this man for a ride; got his license plate number.

Later, they told their parents and the police that they had gone to the 7-11 earlier to buy Banana Freezes. When the rain started, this nice man had offered them a ride home. He forced them to smoke marijuana, then raped them both, before kicking them out near their houses. At the hospital they confirmed both girls had recently had intercourse, and both had marijuana in their system. Like Jim, it was the crying young girls’ word against his, and he’d gotten just five years, for being such a good citizen up until that night.

Craig said, “This sucks. We ain’t making no money at this fucking job. I’m sick and tired of sleeping in this dump, freezing my ass off while eating bean soup every day.” Jim agreed. “What has following their rules ever gotten us except this shit? Ya know Craig, we should just blow this off. Go do what we know best. I learned a lot about house break-ins while behind the Walls. They said come winter, we’d need a place to stay. Summer cottages could keep you warm for weeks, months. Well fuck it, I say we do that. I’m fucking freezing here.”

Craig looked at him. “You mean just blow off the parole officer and leave?” Jim said, “Hell yeah! Blow all this shit off. Fuck him and all the rest of them! Start living by our rules again. Whadda say, let’s blow this place right fucking now. I know we can do better.” Craig thought about it for about three seconds, then said, “Fuck it. Let’s go.”

Craig and Jim just walked away from the shelter and the entire parole system. They discussed their plan. First, they needed some cash and a car. Then they’d head to the summer cottages in Wisconsin. They decided to rob a local home. Tie up the occupants, take their car and money, then be long gone before anyone knew anything about it. They walked for a good two hours through the cold night. It was around 8pm when they got to Ridgewood. This was an upper-middle class neighborhood. Newer homes, younger families. They went to the first sub-division they came to.

They walked up a road that had a dead end. There they started looking through windows. What they wanted was someplace without dogs, without a big family. Preferably empty. Here they could get money and a car. The third house they looked in had no dogs that they could tell. They saw someone sitting in the living room watching tv in front of a fireplace. The cold they’d been walking in for the last two hours made their decision an easy one.

Using his knowledge from prison, Jim went to the garage. A side door was already unlocked, so they slipped into the garage. Perfect, a white Hyundai SUV. They looked around in the cold garage. They found a roll of duct tape. Jim had a BB gun that didn’t even work, but looked like a 9mm. They reviewed briefly their plan. Surprise the occupants. Jim holds them at gunpoint while Craig tapes them up. Then they grab cash, car keys and go. “Don’t forget to grab their cell phones; stick them in the microwave.”

The two went up to the door to the house. Jim carefully tried it. Unlocked. He eased it open, slowly stepped in. Craig came behind him. Jim moved slowly down the hallway towards the sound of the TV. The thick carpet helped keep things quiet. No dogs started barking. He saw a woman sitting in a chair, watching TV with her back to him. He peeked in, saw just her. He turned to Craig, held up one finger, then moved up to her.

Susan Kemp was watching a Hallmark TV movie, eating chips from a bag of Doritos. Susan was 45 years old, a good 210 pounds. Her husband Chris was an engineer for a railroad company and was gone until Tuesday. Her two daughters were upstairs, working on their essays for their college entrance exams. Lisa and Kathy Kemp were twins, though not identical twins. Just after Christmas they’d celebrated their eighteenth birthday. Seniors now in high school, they both were hoping to go to state college next fall.

Lisa and Kathy were similar in several ways. They both had brown hair of similar length, parted simply in the middle. They both had brown eyes. They were both small, about 5’2” tall, weighing just over a hundred pounds. Being eighteen, they were physically developed, but they both felt they had issues. For example, both girls felt their boobs were too big, compared to their height. Both girls were already wearing a 33B, which on their small bodies looked like 34D’s. The boys all thought they looked great on the twins. Both Lisa and Kathy thought they had fat butts, too. Truth was, their hips were shaped just perfect, making two perfect bottoms that could wiggle so nice when they walked by.

Both were between boyfriends at the moment. Lisa was still a virgin, though Kevin had almost gotten there. She was more focused on her academics. Kathy was definitely more of the flirt, and last spring she’d let Mark have sex with her in the back of his Dad’s GMC Yukon.

Susan Kemp munched and watched TV as the snow fell outside. Suddenly, a hand reached around from behind her and grabbed her mouth. Then a gun was getting pressed to her face. A man said, “Keep quiet, not a word or I’ll fucking kill you.” She sat still, eyes wide, too scared to even move. She saw a black man standing over her. Another black man came around in front. He grabbed her arm and they forced her off the chair and to the floor. The man with the gun kept whispering for her to stay quiet. She tried to ask what they wanted, but just got hit in the head with the gun. “I said be quiet,” he snarled. The second colored man taped her mouth closed with duct tape, then taped her wrists together behind her back. He told her not to move and left the room. Jim went down the hallway, checking rooms. Empty dining room, empty office. Another hallway led to the three bedrooms. At the first one they found the master bedroom with a king size bed. At the second room they found Lisa. Her back was to them, bending over her laptop, working hard on something with earbuds in her ears. Jim walked up behind her, grabbed her mouth and shoved the gun into her face like he did to her mother. The girl jumped; he gripped her tighter. Her chair fell over as he growled into her ear, “Don’t you fucking move or I’ll fucking kill you! Don’t fucking move, bitch!” He held her tight, using a lot of muscle.

The girl paused, hands gripping his arm, eyes wide and staring at him and the gun. He turned around, pulling her around too. He told Craig to check the other rooms. “I’ll keep this one quiet,” he said. He hit the girl twice in her head with the butt of the gun. She let go of him, held her head where he’d hit her. She still struggled a little, but not nearly as much. They heard a disturbance, then a girl cried out. More struggling, then Craig came down the hall to the door, holding this second girl with his arm tightly wrapped around her neck. “That’s it,” he said to Jim. Jim dragged the first girl out into the hallway to the first bedroom.

Craig wasn’t sure why Jim went into the bedroom, but he followed with the second girl. They forced the two to sit on the floor by the bed, heads down. Jim handed Craig the toy gun. “Keep them quiet; I’m gonna go get mom.” Craig stood there, pointing the gun back and forth at the two girls. This must be where Jim wants to leave them. They both were teenagers, brown hair. Like those two bitches at the 7-11. Two white bitches.

Jim grabbed the mother, dragged her down the hall to the bedroom. He dropped her by the bed, by the other two. Both girls cried out when he did, started up with the questions again. “Shut the fuck up!” they both snapped at them angrily. Jim took the tape, knelt down and started to roughly put tape over their mouths. Craig said, “Yo, Jimbo, these two teenagers remind you of anyone?” Jim paused, looked at the two girls. Craig added, “Wasn’t your daughter a teenager?” Jim suddenly grinned, chuckled. He finished taping them up as he said “She sure was, except these two are white.” As he was about to tape the second girl, he snarled at her, “How the fuck old are you, bitch?” Kathy was shaking, scared to death. Finally, when he moved like he was gonna hit her, she stammered out, “Eight, eighteen.” Jim asked about the other girl. “She, she’s eighteen too. We’re, we’re twins, see, and...” Jim told her to shut the fuck up. He taped her mouth closed, then stood up. He and Craig looked at them. Craig said, “The way I figure it, this city owes us for five years. I think some white pussy might be a start.” Jim laughed loudly. “Oh, hell yeah,” he said.

Lisa was scared shitless. She thought maybe they wanted money or something. She hoped they wouldn’t steal her rings. When she saw her mom, she knew they’d be taped up next. Yes, they must be wanting to steal stuff. Suddenly, she heard the one man saying, “You! Yeah, you bitch!” She looked at him, puzzled, starting to cry even though she tried hard not to. His calling her a bitch was just making her angry now. He told her to stand up, so she did. She stood there with tape over her mouth. The man moved to her mom, lifted her up and put her in the chair. He said to her, “Watch what we do to your kids, lady.” Watch, watch what? He turned back to Lisa, looking her up and down with this creepy look on his face. He walked up, grabbed the duct tape over her mouth, then roughly ripped it from her face. Then he said, “Strip, bitch.”

Craig grinned, laughed some. The girl stood there at first, hands wrapped around herself, looking confused. Either she hadn’t heard him right or just didn’t want to. She stammered out, “wha, what?” Jim yelled at her, “I said strip, bitch!” Craig quickly took off his belt, then whipped the girl still kneeling once. Both girls cried out. Jim spoke, “Strip, white girl, or he’ll just keep hitting her. He likes it.”

Craig watched as the girl looked at her sister and her mother, a really terrified look in her eyes. Her mom kept shaking her head, yelling into her tape. The girl didn’t know what to do. Craig hit her twin sister again. Whack! Now the girl cried out, “Stop!” She looked at her mom, then her sister, then said angrily, “Ok! Ok, I’ll, I’ll do it...”

Lisa was more of an academic in school. One night though, a couple of years ago, her father was home from work and very drunk. He was alone with her in the house while mom and Kathy left for some event. Lisa had turned on the shower, got undressed and just as she was getting in, her father came stumbling in. All drunk with no shirt on, he took a leak in the toilet by the shower, looking over at her as he went. He dropped his pants to the floor and shook his penis at her, laughing. She just turned away; gross! When he finished, instead of leaving, he stepped out of his pants and stepped into the shower with her. Lisa had screamed at him, but he just stood there, feeling her up all over with his big hands. He did this for a while as she kept trying to get him to stop. Then he’d pushed her down to her knees, made her give him a blowjob. She’d never seen a man’s penis before, and certainly not her father’s from this close. As he pushed into her mouth again and again, she’d gagged a lot. He was done pretty soon, then he just left and went back to the living room. There, he passed out on the couch. She’d never told anyone about it.

Now, she was about to get naked again, this time in front of two black grown-ups. First, she took hold of her yellow sleeveless top on both sides and lifted it up and over her head. She set it on the bed. She reached behind her, undid her little white bra, set that down too. She put her arms across her chest as she slid her sneakers off. Then she moved one arm down, keeping the other arm across her boobs. Christ, it was hard to hide her boobs with just one arm! She managed to get her white shorts undone, pulled the zipper down and slid them off. Finally, with a frustrated sigh she slipped off her white cotton panties. She kept her hand over her vagina.

Both Craig and Jim kept talking trash to the young white girl as she got undressed. They loved teasing her mother as she was forced to watch. Now this eighteen-year-old blonde white girl stood there, butt naked. Nice figure, cute butt, nice tits. Cute face. Not some slut downtown, this was fresh white meat. Craig told the girl kneeling, “You, stand up.” She did, slowly. Then Craig told the first girl, “you, strip your twin sister. Now, bitch!” He snapped the belt, hitting the second girl in her leg. The naked girl was scared but angry, too. The second girl was still just scared to death, crying hard from the whippings.

Kathy stood there, her leg now hurting, as she turned slightly towards Lisa. Lisa was reaching to her, saying she was sorry. She took ahold of Kathy’s pajama top and pulled it up and off of her. Kathy stood there now, naked from the waist up. Lisa then took her pajama shorts and pulled them down, then her pink panties. She slid both off of her bare feet. Kathy stood there, covering her boobs with one arm, her crotch with one hand. This was so embarrassing. This was worse than when Dad had his friends over that one night, three years ago. They were all drunk, watching football, while mom and Lisa were away. Dad had stumbled into her room drunk with another man. They made her get undressed; completely nude. Then she had to walk out into the living room, stand in front of these drunks. Her dad made her put her hands over head. Everyone was making all these really rude comments. Then they sent her back to her room. But now, these weren’t family friends. These were scary, big, strong, black men. She just knew they would rape her. Lisa too. She just remembered how sex with Mark had hurt more at first than she had expected it to.

Jim made the first girl (Lisa) turn around, climb on the bed and lay down. He pulled her towards himself so her little white pussy was right at the edge of the bed. He made her keep her legs spread, her toes barely touching the carpet. He told Craig to watch her, then went into the master bath. There he found what he wanted, some baby oil. He came right back, put some on his hand and handed it to Craig. Craig had the second girl bent over with her hands on the bed. They both rubbed baby oil on their already very erect cocks and then moved right in.

Jim pushed the girl’s butt cheeks apart. He heard her gasping, pleading, “no, no, no, no...” He put his dick to her puffy virgin pussy lips.

Lisa felt the black man’s hands pushing her butt cheeks apart. Was he going to rape her or...? Then she felt him press the head of his penis against her pussy down there. She jumped; clenched her muscles. He held it, working it around until it finally spread those virgin lips and pressed in to her vagina. God! Her pussy was stretching way, way too much! God, it hurt! She cried out, the pain from her pussy beyond intense. Oh god oh god, he was so fucking big. So fucking big. Into her vagina he went, a throbbing, aching pain shooting through her body. She’d only had a tampon in there, and this guy was huge! He was huge! He was big, strong, controlling her body, thrusting farther into her. In a way, it was stimulating, being controlled by a big black man behind her, her legs spread apart, having his way with her. She lay there, face down on the bed, gritting her teeth as he pushed farther and farther into her. Her face, her whole body began to rock back and forth on the bed as her began a rhythm of back and forth, raping her vagina with his long, powerful strokes. She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for him to finish.

Meanwhile, Craig was right behind that cute little ass of the other teenager. Send me to prison, will ya? He knelt down some, pushed his rock-hard black cock to her pussy. As he worked his way into her, she began to struggle again, so he wrapped one arm under her lower waist, lifting her up. Hardly able to touch the floor, he used his legs to keep those luscious thighs spread enough to get at that young girl pussy. He pressed a finger into her pussy, then followed with his dick. She cried out loudly into her tape. Craig kept saying, “Open up, bitch! Open that fucking pussy, white girl! Get some black dick...” Once he got in some, as she was gasping deeply now, he set her down, lifting one leg up with his arm. He held her hips firmly with his hands and then started pounding deep into her. She felt like a virgin. The baby oil made it easier. Once he started, he fucked that little girl with some very rough, very hard thrusts into that little pussy of hers. He went for bruising her crotch; it took a few deep thrusts before he felt his crotch slapping hers. He worked her hard, making that little body rock back and forth furiously. Oh man, this was some serious payback. He said to her as he pounded into her faster and faster, “You want a ride home, little girl? I’ll give you a ride home! I should have done this that night I helped you. Fucking white bitch. Take it! Take it! Fucking bitch!”

Kathy stood there on one leg, his arm holding her left leg as he thrust himself into her again and again. He was huge; much bigger than Mark. I mean, this guy was long, not just big around. He had this big, fat head on it. As he brutally raped her, her vagina was throbbing in pain. She breathed hard, sucking in every time he thrust into her. Again and again, he kept forcing himself into her. Way, way in her. His balls were bouncing off her pussy. She kept it shaved for swim team. She was trying hard not to lose her grip on the bed or fall down as her body was slammed over and over again. His crotch kept slapping hers; her butt cheeks getting smacked hard, too. God, he was so fucking big! She barely even noticed her boobs hanging down, bouncing all over as she was slammed back and forth.