Chapter 1: Abused and Raped

Many residents of New Orleans evacuated the city before Hurricane Katrina struck and devastated the city. Those who had no transportation stayed behind and many of them suffered. Others stayed behind because they thought they could ride out the storm, and a few stayed behind to loot stores and homes. This story concerns a man and his two daughters who chose to remain, and who suffered dire consequences when burglars invaded their home.

James Breaux and his wife Marie were descended from early French families with a long history in New Orleans. James had decided that his family could ride out the storm, even though the mayor had ordered everybody who could to leave the city. Marie was a nurse and she was working at the hospital during the hurricane.

The wind howled outside, rattling the windows in the sturdy old mansion in the Garden District.The lights went out as electricity throughout the city failed. James lit a few candles for light, and to comfort his two daughters. Teresa was 15 and Yvette was 13. Both girls were pretty blue-eyed blondes.

James tucked the girls into bed together, with them holding each other for comfort, and they fell asleep. Late that night the brunt of the storm seemed to have passed by. No one knew at that time that the city's levees were breaking at two points, and the city was about to be flooded. James was pleased that the old mansion seemed to have come through intact, although it would be necessary to examine the exterior in the morning to determine possible damage. He had taken the precaution of filling the bathtub with clean water in case the city water system failed.

James heard a noise downstairs, the sound of breaking glass. He picked up the phone intending to call the police, but the line was dead. He crept downstairs quietly in the dark, holding a baseball bat as a possible weapon. He heard muffled voices and he knew that burglars had entered his home. Then there was light from flashlights and a beam of light caught him on the stairway. A man ordered him to drop his bat and so he did. In the dim light James saw that the men were black. There appeared to be four of them, all wearing Lone Ranger style masks.

"Where's the jewelry?" one of the men asked. James led them upstairs to the master bedroom and showed them his wife's jewelry box. "Is that all of it?" one of them asked. James took off his expensive watch and handed it to him.

"That's all the jewelry. Here is my wallet. There's a couple hundreds dollars in it. That's all the valuables in the house, unless you want to take paintings. I've got a few nice ones, but nothing really expensive." He was being very cooperative, hoping the men would take these things and leave before they discovered his daughters sleeping together in the next room. One of the men in fact was checking out the other rooms. He came back with two scared young girls, both wearing cute baby-doll nighties and panties. The leader addressed him as Jim.

"Well, well, what have we here?" one of the men said, holding his flashlight on the girls. "Take off your tops, girls, and let's see if you have some titties." When the girls were slow to comply the guy he called Jim grabbed Teresa's nighty and pulled it off over her head. The men were gratified to see that the 15-year-old had a nice pair of young tits on her chest.

Jim took off Yvette's top too. She was only 13 and her titties were smaller, but still they were cute bulges of girl flesh, developing titties. The leader, who they called Bob, chuckled. He took his cell phone and got his buddy on the line. "Come on over here. We found us a couple of cuties and we're gonna have a little party with them."

James said "Please don't hurt my daughters. They're only little girls." The leader, Bob, had one he called Ron find some rope, cotton clothesline. He ordered the girls' father to get undressed naked, and then he tied him to a straight-back chair. He stuffed one of the man's socks in his mouth to gag him. James realized that the names they were using, Bob, Jim, Ron, and Sam, were probably names they used during burglaries and not their real names.

A minute later four more masked black men came into the house and joined them. These four called themselves Tom, Dick, Harry and Joe. All eight of them appeared to be in their late teens and early twenties. The newcomers smiled when they saw the pretty young white girls, bathed in the beams of two flashlights. Their baby doll tops had been taken off but the girls still had panties on. They had their arms folded across their breasts. Bob ordered the girls to put their arms down so the men could all admire their breasts. Reluctantly they did so.

Tom said "Very nice titties you have, girls. We are gonna have some fun playing with them. Dick, look around and see what you can find that might be useful in what we will want to do with these pretty girls." They looked cute in just their panties. But the men decided it was time for the girls to take off their panties, so the men could see their pussies.

Bob said "Take off your panties, girls, unless you would like us to do it for you." Rather than have the masked black men take off their panties, the girls did it themselves. The young blondes had pretty pussies. Yvette's pussy was practically hairless, only a few blonde pubic hairs beginning to sprout along the lips. Teresa had a little bush of blonde hairs.

Tom said "Very nice, girls. What are your names and how old are you?"

"I'm Teresa. I'm 15. My sister Yvette here just turned 13. Please don't hurt us, mister."

Bob went over to Teresa and put his hands on her tits, in effect claiming her for his crew.

Tom went over to the smaller girl and said "So, little Yvette, you just turned 13. Very nice." The black man put his hands on her little titties. She shuddered at his touch. She found his touch gentle for now, as he just wanted to feel them and see how spongy they might be. Yvette's titties were not very big, about the size of a couple of lemons. As the man felt them her little pink nipples stiffened up. He laughed and teased the stiff nipples with his fingers.

Then Tom stepped aside and let Harry and Joe have a turn at feeling Yvette's little titties. When Dick came back from his search he too got to feel the kid's titties. Meanwhile Bob, Jim, Ron and Sam were all taking turns feeling up Teresa's nearly grown tits. Her pink nipples were very stiff, standing out like little pokers. The girls' father James watched helplessly from the chair where he was tied up naked and gagged with a sock, as the black burglars fondled his young daughters.

There were twin beds in the room, so four men took Teresa over to one bed and made her lie down and spread her legs wide open so that they could examine her pussy. The other men took Yvette over to the other bed and had her lie down and spread her legs too. Bob remarked that Teresa was still a virgin, his finger feeling the membrane of her hymen inside her vagina. Of course the other three wanted to dip their fingers into her too, to confirm this to their satisfaction. The other four men did the same thing with young Yvette, much to her distress.

Bob said "So girls, your daddy doesn't love you enough to fuck with you, huh? If you were my daughters I sure would have broken you both in by now!" The other men laughed at his wit.

The men expected that they would have to hurry up and rape the girls for all of them to have a go at their cunts, because the men wanted to be out of here by dawn. Bob found a battery powered radio. He turned it on to find out what was going on in New Orleans after the passage of Hurricane Katrina.

They learned that there were serious breaks in the levees and the city was being flooded! The electricity and phones were expected to be out indefinitely and the radio warned not to drink the water as the water system was being shut down due to contamination. Fortunately they had a bathtub full of clean water for drinking.

They knew that the Garden District and the French Quarter were higher than most of the city, so the flooding probably wouldn't effect them much where they were now. The whole city was shut down except for emergency vehicles. No one would be going anywhere for awhile. But that also meant that the men could take their time with raping the girls.

Bob said that they might as well stay here all day long, and maybe into the next night too. The men regarded the girls with hungry eyes, seeing that they would be gang-banging them all day long.

Tom said to Dick "So what did you find around the house that we might be able to use to play with our new little girlfriends?"

Dick had come up with several interesting items. "I found three dildos, apparently in their mother's dresser, and batteries to go with them." The guys grinned at the thought of how they might use the dildos on the young girls. "I found a couple of plastic fly swatters. I thought we might want to use them on the girls' tits and asses, to sting them but without damaging them too much." The men nodded in agreement. That promised to be fun, swatting the girls' bare tits and spanking them with fly swatters. That should sting them pretty good!

Dick continued, "I also found some sturdy rubber bands. I thought we might like to double them over and then slip them onto the girls' tits and work them up over the tit flesh, capturing their tits in tight bands as the rubber bands are rolled onto the tits, and turning them into flesh balls on their chests!"

Glancing at Yvette he added "I expect we could double the rubber bands twice for the little girl, to really make tight rubber circles to capture her little titties!" The men laughed at Dick's innovative idea, picturing the kid's titties forced into small balls of flesh so tight as to cut off the circulation, so that her titties would turn purple! That promised to be fun!

"We might even use the rubber bands on their daddy's penis later, to keep it erect, and then force him to fuck his own daughters!" Dick added. The men laughed, picturing the forced incest.

"I found four paddle boards with long rubber bands attached to little red rubber balls. I figure we could detach the bands from the paddle boards, and then tie the bands around the girl's erect nipples. We might use super glue to keep the bands from coming off their nipples. Then we could take turns with the paddle boards, whacking the rubber balls, aiming at the girls' tits, with their nipples being the bulls eyes! The balls will bounce off the girls' tits of course, stinging them, and then it will be a challenge to strike the balls in the air and have them hit close to the nipples. We might make a contest of it, to see who gets to pop the girls' virgin cherries!"

"I found an electric breast pump. We might try it on Teresa's tits to see if we can force her to give us a little milk. We can watch her nipples get stretched out by the pump, especially if we turn it up to the highest setting." Dick was quite a sadist.

After a pause Tom said "Is that all, Dick?", being a bit sarcastic.

Dick replied "Well I did find some condoms. We could use them to keep the girls from getting pregnant. - NOT!" The men laughed. It would be fun raping the girls, and if they managed to plant black babies in their bellies, so much the better! "I found a bedpan too, in case the girls have to pee or poop while we are doing them, and some Vaseline that we can use to grease their tight assholes. I guess that's it for now." Both of the girls whimpered as they began to realize what terrible things these black burglars were planning to do to them.

Bob said "I would say you did very well, Dick. I would never have thought of doing all those nasty things. Where do you suggest we start?"

"I suggest we warm up the girls with the fly swatters to start. We can take turns swatting their asses and then their tits. After that I would like to try the breast pump on Teresa's tits for awhile. Maybe even use the breast pump on Yvette's little titties. I think her titties are big enough for us to use the extraction funnels on them, and it might be fun doing that to her new titties."

"Next we can force the rubber bands in tight rings over the girls' tits. That will keep the tits swollen up and the nipples erect. Then we can make the girls stand against the wall, with their hands up and wrists tied, and fastened high on the wall. We can attach the rubber bands from the paddle boards to their nipples, with the rubber balls dangling from the other ends. We can have a contest among us using the paddle boards and hitting the rubber balls, to see who can get the most strikes of the rubber balls on the girls' nipples! The winner will get to pop their cherries. Each girl will have four of us competing for her pussy."

It was an interesting plan and the men quickly put it into action. First though the men got undressed and they marched the naked young girls into the bathroom and made them squat over the toilet with their legs spread wide open, so the men could watch the girls pee and poop. The beam of light from the flashlight shone golden when the pee streams erupted from the girls' little pee holes in their pussies. They had the girls shit too, their turds splashing into the toilet bowls. They did not flush the toilet though, as they knew the water had been shut off throughout the city.

The men also used the toilet. Then they marched the girls back into the master bedroom and had them lie down across the twin beds on their tummies. It was fly swatter time. The men took turns spanking the girls' bare asses with the plastic fly swatters, making it sting their bottoms. The girls howled and began to cry with the pain.

Next they made the girls turn over onto their backs. They had to hold them down by their arms as they took turns swatting their tender tits, amused to see the titty flesh bobble about as they struck it, especially Teresa's fuller tits. The pink nipples erected from the awful stimulation, and quickly they became quite red. The poor girls squirmed and cried as their tits were tortured by the fly swatters. Bob and Tom put a stop to the titty swatting before the nipples began to bleed.

Next it was time to try out the breast pump on Teresa's tits. The men had forgotten though that they had no electric power to run the breast pump. However it could be run on battery power they learned. They found batteries of the size needed and they turned the pump on. It made a whirring noise as it sucked at Teresa's tits, drawing her nipples deep into the transparent funnel chambers that led by tubes to collection baby bottles.

A lactating mother would be able to fill the bottles with milk of course. Teresa had no milk in her young breasts. Still the men found it fun to try and after a few minutes they did get a little clear moisture from her breasts, just enough to begin dripping into the bottles. Teresa howled with pain as the breast pump was set at its highest setting to force liquid from her breasts. The men relented then and turned off the pump. Teresa's tits were stuck in the funnels, and the men had to tug hard to get the tits free. "Pfop!" "Pfop!" went her tits, popping out of the funnels.

Next some of the men wanted to try the pump out on Yvette's small young titties. A few of them surprisingly were concerned enough about her that they didn't think they should do that to her, especially after seeing how much it hurt Teresa. They reached a compromise. They would use the breast pump on Yvette, but not at the highest setting. They put the funnel cups on her titties, which were just big enough to fill the small funnels. Usually a woman's breasts would have the nipples and areolas and just a bit of breast flesh inside the funnels, with much of the breasts not in the funnels.

The men turned on the breast pump, setting it on medium suction. Immediately the girl howled with pain, as her sensitive new titties were machine milked. Her reddened nipples were drawn to the back of the funnels, but it was clear that she was not going to able to give them any milk. It was fun to try, but after a minute the men turned off the breast pump and freed her titties from the funnels. "Pfop!" "Pfop!" they went, just like her big sister's tits did. Yvette was crying.

All eight men had stiff erections sticking out from between their legs, turned on by the fun of trying to milk the young girls' tits. Bob happened to glance over at the father, tied naked and gagged in a chair, but able to see everything that the black men were doing to his poor daughters. He saw that daddy also had a big erection sticking up between his legs! Bob laughed, and drew the attention of the other men to James' erection. Even the girls saw it.

Teresa exclaimed "Daddy! How could you! These men are going to rape Yvette and me, and there you are, ready to rape us too!" The man blushed red, shamed by his daughter. His gag kept him from replying and denying her charge. At this point a couple of the younger guys, boys really, wanted to cut to the chase now and start raping the girls. However Bob and Tom told them that they had all agreed how they were going to proceed with raping the girls, and they would stick to the plan.

It was day out now so the men turned off their flashlights and opened the blinds at the windows. It was welcome to have daylight come streaming in, replacing the dimness of the flashlights. The radio told them that the flooding throughout the city was very serious and the mayor was calling for people to evacuate the city. Widespread looting was beginning to break out too. But the eight burglars had better things to occupy their time right now, a pair of pretty blonde sisters, naked and waiting to be raped by them. But first things first. The men were in no hurry.

Four men busied themselves with some sturdy rubber bands next, twisting the bands once to reduce the diameter of the openings, and them slipping them over Teresa's nipples and working the bands down towards her chest, two men working on each tit. The men used their fingers to force more breast flesh up through the band openings, capturing most of her breast flesh inside the bands, until the base of her breasts was reduced to a much smaller connection to her newly formed breast balls. That is what they were now, swollen balls of flesh attached to Teresa's chest, about the size of baseballs.

The other men did the same with Yvette's smaller titties, except that they added an extra twist to her rubber bands, making the openings much smaller than Teresa's rubber bands. They managed to pinch poke and squeeze most all of her young breast flesh through the small band openings to produce a pair of cute tit balls about the size of large eggs, attached to her chest wall by a very narrow rubber band diameter. Both girls had their nipples all red and swollen up by the restriction of blood flow to their tits. Tom joked that it looked like he could just grab Yvette's breast balls and twist them right off of her chest! A couple of the guys would like to try doing that to her too, for real.

The men took the crying naked white girls over to the wall. They tied their wrists together and raised them up over their heads, marking spots on the wall. Next they drove spikes into the wall with a hammer. Then they raised the girls tied wrists up to the spikes, and looped the wrist ropes over the spikes, thereby forcing the girls to stand against the wall with their arms raised high and fastened to the wall. Now it was paddle ball time.

The men detached the long rubber bands with rubber balls at the other ends from the paddle boards. They wound the rubber band ends around the base of the girls' swollen nipples, and added a dab of super glue to keep the bands from coming off of the nipples. There were four of the paddle boards so each girl got two of the rubber bands dangling from her tits, with red rubber balls dangling down to their bellies. The rubber balls jiggled a bit just from the girls' breathing.

The guys took up the paddle boards and they decided to spend some time practicing, striking the rubber balls and hitting the girls' banded tit balls with the rubber balls. Tom and Dick began working with Yvette, tossing the rubber balls in the air to start, and then striking them with their paddles. "Whap!" went Tom's ball, hitting Yvette's right tit ball but then glancing off in an unexpected direction, so that Tom missed it with his next strike. The rubber ball shot off to one side only to be pulled up short by the rubber band attached to it and to her nipple, tugging at her nipple. The ball bounced back and this time Tom hit it properly, "Whap!" hitting a bulls eye on Yvette's nipple!

"Ow! she yelped, as the rubber ball stung her swollen nipple. Meanwhile Dick struck his rubber ball with his paddle and it hit Yvette's left tit ball "Whap!" but on the upper slope of her tit ball, causing the rubber ball to fly up high until the rubber band pulled it back down again. Dick struck it again, and this time he scored a hit on Yvette's nipple "Whap!" drawing another yelp from the girl. However his aim was off, and he hit her right nipple, which was Tom's nipple, instead of her left nipple, which was his target.

Meanwhile Bob and Jim were practicing with their girl, Teresa. Again they tossed up the rubber balls to start, struck them with their paddles, and both men scored strikes on her tit balls. It brought a yelp from the pretty blonde girl, as she was doubly stung by the sharply struck balls. Again the rubber balls bounced off in unexpected directions, causing both men to miss. The balls stretched out their rubber bands, tugging at her nipples, and then they came snapping back. This time Bob and Jim both struck their balls, and the balls both landed on Teresa's tit balls, "Whap!" "Whap!", near her nipples, bringing double yelps from the girl as she was stung twice.

Harry and Joe took over the practice with Yvette, and Ray and Sam worked out on Teresa. These men had no better success at hitting their nipple targets than the other men had. What made it tough they all decided was that they had captured the girls' tits in the tight rubber band loops, and drawn them into tight round tit balls. Then when the tight tit balls were hit by the rubber balls they bounced off in all different directions. The men decided that they all needed more practice so they resumed working out with the paddles, rubber balls, and tit balls. Both girls were crying.

Soon it was time to move on, so they began the contest for the privilege of breaking the girls' cherries. The men began competing for Teresa first, with Bob and Jim at the paddles. Tom refereed this contest, and his three men watched with him. They decided to award one point for every strike of a tit ball, and two points for a nipple strike. If they happened to strike the wrong tit ball, the other man would be awarded a point for that. The competition was timed, and ran for two minutes.