Chapter 119: Home Invasion

Martin Thorngood, Douglas Tenton, Dantrell Josett and Tyrell Roberts were four black teenagers from the hood. Martin was the oldest at 17, while Dantrell was the youngest at 15. The four had stolen an Uber car and gotten chased by the police. By sheer luck, they managed to bail out of the car during the brief moment they had distance between them and the police. Martin ran through the houses, the other three following. The rain would make tracking them, even with a dog, difficult at best. Three blocks away Martin came to a home that was dark. He was tired from running and they all needed a place to hide. He tried a back door to the garage. It opened. Inside the garage bay was empty. They moved into the home, cautiously checking for occupants. The small home was empty. They went to a back room and waited. The discussed their plan. Wait and hour or two. Then call an Uber. Take his car and continue on like before. They turned on a small TV and waited.

Terri Adams was just seventeen years old, but she was quite the individual. Her father had left her and her mother many years ago. Since then, Terri had turned into a brilliant student. Having skipped a grade, she was in her senior year at high school and already preparing for college. Terri was about 5’5” tall, weighed about 120 pounds. She had athletic legs, a very shapely butt that was only exceeded in beauty by her amazing breasts. At just 17, she already had a 36B chest. Yet, with her knowledge and beauty, she still hadn’t even had a boyfriend yet.

Tonight, Terri was working her shift at the supermarket. At 10pm the store closed and she left for home in her old Dodge. Her mother was away visiting her grandmother, so Terri was along for a couple of days. She just wanted to get home, open a Diet Dew and smoke a little weed before bed. She thought about taking a shower. Her long brown hair felt like it needed it.

In the house, the four criminals waited. Suddenly, they heard the garage door opening. Shit! They jumped up, turning off the TV. Most were ready to just up and run. Douglas told them to hold up. “The po-lice are still gonna be around here. We gotta keep low. Whoever this is, we just gotta tie them up and then later, take their car when to cops are gone.” Martin agreed. The two youngest ones just went along. They stood near the kitchen, waiting to see who would come in from the garage. A car door closed. The garage door began to shut. Then, a woman walked through the door. When she first saw the black men, she cried out, dropping her purse and backing up against the now-closed door. As they grabbed her, she screamed. Dantrell grabbed her mouth, shutting her up. The others grabbed her, restraining her. She struggled, but against the four blacks she couldn’t win. Still, she fought on, knowing she had to.

Martin grabbed her neck, pushing her head back. “Well, well, well, look what we have here,” he said sarcastically. He looked at the others. “I think we just found us some entertainment for a couple of hours!” With that, the four dragged the girl across the floor and down the hall to the bedroom they’d been hiding in. Inside, she got pushed down onto the bed on her back. She was still struggling hard, and they could barely keep her restrained. Martin forced his way on top of the girl. She was young, their age. White, brown hair, big fucking tits. As the others fought with her, Martin grabbed her work shirt and tore it open, buttons flying off. Inside she had on a big white bra. Struggling, they forcefully took her shirt off, tearing it even more. Douglas took the sleeves, tied her wrists together with a lot of help from the others. This kept her much more under control. Martin, still on top, reached down, traced his finger down her cleavage as the other jeered and made obscene comments. He slid his hands under her, undid the bra and then slowly, for drama, he took it off. Everyone was talking at once about those big tits of hers. Big ones, the kind that hang down and have big fucking areoles on them with big fucking nipples. Being young, they still were plenty firm though.