Chapter 12: Uncle Buck II

The men were a part of a private online group, formed by Buck on SpyChat just a year and a half ago. It was just a month after he’d raped his niece, while he was still on probation for the lewd acts with a minor offense. At first, he only had one other person show up in the chat room, a member named Chet. Chet and him often discussed their fantasies, especially those related to sexual fantasies with younger girls. One day, he told Chet about how he’d raped his niece. Showed him the video, too. Chet was more than impressed. He wanted to make more videos. Chet felt this sort of thing could make them some money. Then one day, a third member showed up, then there were five, then someone got the word out and suddenly they had 32 members. It was a private group. Every member needed a reference while Buck checked their background. No police spies here, only friends of friends. And most of these were perverts in their own way. One day he’d posted the video for 2 hrs. Everybody in the room viewed it. Everyone wanted more. In ten months, they had grown to 150 members. After a lot of private message discussion with Chet, Buck decided on a contest. People would pay a one-time admission fee for the event. Buck would tell the group he’d do a video of another rape, but the membership would pick who. That was the contest. If you won, it would cost that member $10,000. Chet said they should aim high- some of these pervs might have some serious money. For a one-time admission fee of $200, you could watch the rape as it was streamed live to the chat room. If anyone wanted to save it, they had to record it themselves. The live feed itself wasn’t saved. Safety was paramount. The discussion time came, and in their private chatroom ideas were everywhere. Buck actually thought the $10,000 figure was way too high for perverts; he had doubts anyone would bite. Then, sure enough, in about thirty minutes a member named Mack posted a picture of his daughter. Mack suggested his daughter Brittney, just turned 14 last week. Yes, he was serious; his own daughter. Yes, he had $10,000. Just PM him as to where to send it. Everyone voted. She won by a landslide.

Mack had first noticed his urges towards his daughter when she turned 11 and started to develop her young breasts. He knew he’d have to have her one day. He’d fantasized, jerked off to her pictures many times. When he found this chat room, he knew he was getting closer to his dream. Mack, in a private chat with Buck and Chet, had requested a black man go first on his virgin daughter. Then he’d go second. They held a drawing, and a young black thug named Melton won by paying $2000 and supplying the Viagra and some crack. Mack told Buck that his daughter attended Maryville Junior High. She often cut through the woods on the south side to her subdivision. Their home actually backed to the school property. He said Brittney finished band practice at 4PM; would probably walk through the woods around 4:30. It would be mostly dark by then; this time of year, it was getting dark earlier. Soon she’d have to follow the road, so time was short. Maybe a week he thought they had. With the target now selected, and with the payment made, Chet and Buck first picked the location for the show. It was a new sub-division under construction; Chet actually worked on houses there. He knew which were almost done, which would be open still. In the back there was nobody around for blocks, with woods behind. He chose Friday so the workers would be leaving early. They’d prep the basement quickly. Cover the windows; set up heaters and a mattress, set up some spot lamps. The basement would muffle any screams. The covering of the windows, the space heaters, the mattress; they brought all that ahead of time. When they were done, nobody would know they’d ever been there. Friday came. Notifications had been sent; fees paid. When everything was set, Chet, Melton and Buck went to the woods and waited for the girl. She’d shown up alright, just like her father said she would. To their surprise, she had a friend with her; a younger girl. They ‘d grabbed both, stuffed them in their minivan and raced to the house. The second girl was just dumb luck. In the garage, the girls were dragged out of the car and pushed inside, then downstairs into the basement.

Brittney had been walking home from school through the woods that Friday as darkness approached. She’d walked with her neighbor Susan, fourteen years old. “Come on,” she’d said. “Don’t be scared. I’ll protect you.” It was half for her comfort too, having Susan with her. Next time, she’s taking the longer way around on the sidewalk!

Suddenly, three men had grabbed her and Susan, pointed knives at them, then picked them up and dragged them to this car nearby. They’d driven away, been forced to lay under a blanket. Later, the car stopped. They were pulled out, crying, constantly asking questions, constantly being told to shut up. They were forced from some garage into a vacant, nearly-completed home still under construction. Forced into the basement. The two girls found themselves alone with four men, all of them wearing ski masks. One man was a young black man, who looked like some sort of gang member; lots of tattoos; big shoulders and arms (Melton). Another was an older man, average in size. Unknown to Brittney, this man was actually her father (Mack). Another man was much older; he had old-man skin but a strong build (Chet). He also looked and smelled like he hadn’t had a bath or a haircut in months. The fourth man was about six feet tall, a big fat guy. He must have been 300 pounds. He looked dirty, too, ragged. Long, stringy hair, shaggy, unkempt beard. The basement had black trash bags taped over the two windows. A mattress lay on the floor. Three spot lights lit the area. It was cold; being October, the only heat came from two space heaters nearby. The girls were shoved onto the mattress, told to stand there together; not to move. They stood there, holding each other tightly, shaking in fear. ‘Oh God, what had she gotten Susan into? Here we are, and we’re the main attraction,’ as she stood in the middle of the lights. Her mind just went blank. She couldn’t even comprehend the trouble she was in.

Brittney was sixteen, just two months ago her birthday. She stood about 5’ 3”, weighed maybe 114 lbs. She was definitely well into puberty; her breasts were well into development for a sixteen-year-old. Sharon had shoulder-length blonde hair, a red, plaid skirt and a white blouse. An adorable figure and a cute face, she was the hottest young girl three of these men had ever seen. The cameras were turned on.

Brittney was terrified of what might happen next. It could be just pictures, or more ... She cried even harder, clutching Susan to her. Brittney kept sobbing, “Leave us alone! What are you doing! She’s only fourteen! Leave us alone!” The fat man finally said to her, “You, girl, you Brittney?” She nodded slowly, surprised he knew her name. “How old are you?” he asked her.

“I’m, I’m, I’m only fifteen, I mean sixteen, but look, she, she’s only four...” The fat man turned to Susan. “How about you, little girl? What’s your name?” In the chat room, 150 members watched live, everyone recording it. Everyone was probably jerking off to it, too. Slowly, Susan mumbled through tears, “Su, Su, Susan...” “And how old are you, Susan?” he asked. As he did, he slowly removed his long, black leather belt. “Fourteen,” she whispered. The man turned to the camera. “Susan. Fourteen years old. Brittney. Sixteen.” He turned back to the girls. He snapped the belt hard at them, just barely hitting them. They screamed again, crying loudly. “Now, take off them clothes, girls. Go on, Strip! Now!!” he barked. He snapped each girl with the belt once. Behind the camera, he snapped the belt often, acting very angry, keeping the girls scared and moving.

They stood there, crying, sobbing, shaking their heads, no. “Please, no, we don’t want to, please, just leave us alone...” Brittney cried. “I don’t want to! I want my mommy!” the younger girl sobbed. The fat man whipped them hard again. Ow! She and Susan both screamed again. It really hurt! “Stop! Stop!” She cried. Her thigh stung from it bad. The other men started all chanting, “Strip, strip, strip, strip...” She knew she’d have to, but she couldn’t get herself to start...

The fat man smacked Susan with his belt again. Whack! Susan cried out in pain, jumping behind Brittney as much as she could. The men kept chanting, “Strip, strip, strip...” Brittney started to get undressed. If she didn’t, she knew the man would hit Susan again. Or herself. She didn’t see any other way. She sobbed, shaking, tears running down her face. Slowly, she eased her hands down, away from Susan, down to her dress. She slowly moved her shaking hands behind her, then with difficulty she managed to unhook and unzip the zipper in back. She slowly eased the skirt down to the floor, stepping out of it. The men kept chanting for her to strip. Slowly, she eased her trembling fingers to her blouse and managed with some difficulty to undo the four buttons in front. Trying to cover her bra, she slowly eased the blouse open, keeping it on.

With Viagra and crack, plus some high energy drinks, bourbon, beer and some pot, each man could stay hard for three hours or so. That would be plenty of time. The show was promised to stream live for two hours. Brittney didn’t know that this was being streamed live to a large audience online in a private chat room. Almost 150 members now, and each paid $200 to watch, a onetime membership fee. The fourteen-year-old would be assaulted by each of the four men; four times in her vagina; four in her bottom; four in her mouth. There would be a few extras, a lot of molesting and an extra pussy fucking by the black man from behind. It was all recorded, too. Her young neighbor Susan would also get their attention; considered by the men to be a freebee bonus. 14-year-old Susan would, in fact, get the exact same attention that 16-year-old Brittney received. All this, in about two hours and twenty minutes. It was now 6 o’clock as they began.

The men got silent, while the fat man said to her, “The bra next.” Slowly, Brittney undid the bra and then removed it, trying hard to keep her young breasts covered and the blouse on. At least her nipples weren’t all hard yet. The fat man grabbed her bra away from her. Brittney stood there trembling, covering her chest, completely naked except for her blouse and underpants. She felt like she was getting in the shower, except here it was cold; the lights glaring. These four scary men were standing all around her, staring at her. She was just fourteen; she kept saying it. This was a real-life nightmare.