Chapter Tags: Nosex, Setup, Drugs and Drinking
Content Warnings: Plotting and Planning
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B only has a short time to get things ready...
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In the basement and Ordering Pizza (Teagan and Aly)
A motivated man can get a lot done in a few hours. There weren’t many men more motivated right now than Blaine Thompson. After he talked with his step-sister about her plans for the weekend, he jumped into action. He reached out to a cohort on his favorite website, organized a party, went to the liquor store and picked up some vodka and a case of beer, bought an ounce of weed off of his supplier, and came home just in time to see his parents leave for the airport. He still had a lot to do, but all of this was for a very important goal.
To fuck Teagan Gentry.
If he plays his cards right tonight, then he will accomplish this goal of his for the last few years. Blaine has tried to hook up with Teagan ever since she began her journey into womanhood. He’s admired her from afar, tried to be there for her, tried to get close to her, but Teagan never accepted his advances. He stopped trying to date her shortly after she graduated high school when she uttered the words that broke his heart ‘I love you like a brother.’ Blaine was downtrodden. While she saw him as a brother, he viewed her like a trophy or a prize to be claimed. Even though his desire for a relationship abated, this lust for her never assuaged. It grew deeper and darker with each passing month, each time she dated another guy that he knew he was better than. How could she spend all that time with those ‘losers’ when here he was, a good guy who would do anything for her?
Blaine knew that over time the only way he would ever have Teagan was without her permission. By forcing her. By raping her.
Blaine also knew that as much as he wanted to take Teagan, he knew that he could never do it. The ramifications were too great. She would know it was him. She knows him too well and he knows her. Still, Blaine played out the scenario hundreds of times. Attack her in her house, on the hiking trail, at one of her dances, at the horse stable, at work, in the parking lot, none of them would work as anything other than fantasy. The only thing he could come up with to make Teagan his was drugging her, and even that had too many strings attached. He’d have a hard time getting her alone with him in the first place. She’s 19, he’s 25. She’s a freshman at Chester County Community College, he’s working full time in an office. She’s a band geek, he’s more of an anime bro. She’s whiter than white bread, he’s a light skinned black guy with a white mom and black dad. Their main link together is his step-sister Aly.
Aly. Now there’s another story. Aly was such a sweetheart. At least she used to be. She’s been getting a little bitchier since she’s been out of school. At least it feels that way. Aly said she was taking a year off between high school and college to ‘find herself’ but the only thing she’s finding is how to be a bitch. It was even getting to the point that Blaine was entertaining the idea of offering his step-sister up to The Club as part of a trade, simply because the target looked like Teagan.
Then it happened. Aly knocked on his door, playing her cuteness up, and asked him if he had any weed. This was unusual. Aly never asked him for weed before. She usually snuck into his room and took enough for a bowl here or there, not enough to notice. Or so she thought. Blaine noticed every time, and it pissed him off. He’s the one paying for it, taking the risk of getting it and being a black guy driving through the burbs with weed in his car.
“Why you want weed?” Blaine asked Aly as she stood in the door. He motioned her to enter his room and close the door. The girl sat on his bed cross-legged. She wore a loose t-shirt that hung low when she leaned over, and no bra from the quick glance he took. Her sleeping shorts were loose as well, and from this angle showed just enough of her panties to distract him. Either she was completely oblivious to how cute she looked, or she was doing this on purpose to get something. Considering she asked for some weed, oblivious just caught a cab to the airport.
“I just want to relax, that’s all. Just sit back, smoke up, and chill.”
“From what? You don’t have a job, you don’t go to school, you don’t stream or anything else.” Blaine asked Aly.
“That’s the problem. I don’t do anything. I’m not even in 13th grade. I’m sitting around all day doing nothing. We live so far out from the city I can’t get a job without a car, and I can’t get a car without a job. Until I show an acceptance letter to school they won’t let me use one of their cars, and you won’t let me drive your car.”
“Hey” Blaine cut her off. “No one drives Sexy WReXy but me.”
“I’m not asking for that. I’m just asking for a little weed for tonight.”
“Why tonight?”
Aly leaned in a little closer and spoke a little quieter than before. “Mom and Dad are going out of town tonight. They won’t be back until Monday.”
“Wait, that’s tonight?” Blaine said in a forgetful manner.
“Yeah, that’s tonight. They’re packing their stuff right now. Since they’re leaving soon, and this is the first time in a long time that they’re having one of these trips where I’m not being dragged around to some band thing or other event. I...We’ve got the house to ourselves.”
“No parties. You want to do that, go to Frat Row.”
“No. Eww.” Aly flinched back in mild disgust. “Besides, I don’t like them. Not a party. Just Teagan.”
“Teagan?” Blaine perked up for a brief moment, but tried to play it cool.
“Just Teagan. Just you, me, and Teagan. Just the three of us.” Aly said reassuringly.
“Just the three of us. No one else.”
“No one else. Just us. Maybe smoke a little.”
“And that’s why you’re asking instead of just taking my weed like every other time.” Blaine said in a half-accusing tone. Aly opened her mouth, but he cut her off. “No more taking my shit without asking. You’ve got to get your own. And I’m a little low right now. I’ve got to pick some up later on. When does Teagan come?”
“About 4.” Aly said.
Blaine did the math in his head in a fraction of a second and formulated a plan. It was maybe half a plan and a bad one at that, but he had the makings of a plan.
“Alright. I’ll see what I can do. I’ve got enough for a few J’s, but I’ll see if I can get more. I’ll also get some beer and a bottle. We’ll get some pizza later on, watch a movie or two, and just chill.”
Aly shook her head at the last part.
“No, not that kind of chill. I’m not Netflix and Chilling with my sister. We’re not in Alabama.”
Aly leaned over further and hugged him. Blaine could smell her lavender shampoo and saw briefly down her shirt. He hugged her back, quickly averting his gaze before anything happened down below.
“Thank you, you’re the best.”
“I know I am. When do they leave?”
Aly thought for a moment. “4:30, 5. They’re flight is at 6.”
Blaine did the math in his head. Not much time. “Okay. When Teagan gets here, we’ll hang out for a bit, maybe have a quick toke before then, get some food, then chill out the rest of the night. Go, I got some shit I gotta do.”
Aly hoped off the bed and went to the door. “Thanks bro, love ya.”
“You too.” Blaine said. Aly opened the door and left. He took a long, hard look at her ass. Damn. It wasn’t as nice as Teagan’s little dancer ass, and Aly is his step-sister, but he’d have to blind and white to think that she didn’t have a nice ass. It had just the right amount of cushion on it, and her hips flared in just the right way. Damn, he’d like to fuck that.
What was he thinking? SHIT!
Here he was, Blaine Thompson, with a perfect opportunity to not only fuck Teagan, but maybe Aly too, and possibly get away with it. He needed a plan. Now.
He got up from his chair, closed and locked the door, and nearly leaped back to his computer. A few minutes later and he was on The Club’s website, trying to reach out to anyone that could help.
Blaine had been a member for a few years. He joined it back in college when he would hang out on a few forums where Incels were known to congregate. He knew a couple of them in real life, and almost all of them fit the stereotype of neck bearded, obese, poor hygiene, fedora wearing, woman hating monsters who snuggled up with a Waifu pillow every night. Except this one guy. He seemed pretty normal. Wife, kids, office job, the works. They chatted about stories they liked, movies they liked, favorite pornos, a lot of them involved rape. Turned out the guy was nearby, and after doing his best to make sure he wasn’t a cop, they met up. After a while they talked about rapes they either witnessed or took a part in. Blaine was no stranger to thinking ‘No means Yes, but try harder.’ He tried harder several times in college. His go-to was the roofied drink. It was very easy getting a girl black-out drunk at a frat party to go home with him, but when it looked like the night was winding down, he’d make sure she wouldn’t stop him. Other times, he would coerce some young co-ed, molest them until they stopped fighting, or flat out just have his way with them. It didn’t take much for him to enter The Club. He offered up one of his former conquests who lived in an off-campus apartment that he still had the key and codes for. But since he’s working a real job now, his options for offerings are slim, and he’s almost developed a conscience. Almost.
His buddy wasn’t online, but Ray was. He explained the plan, but Ray was older and not in the best of shape for this mission. But he did know someone who could help. A half hour later, and Blaine had a crew, a job to do, and women to rape. All he had to do was sit on the couch, smoke a little weed, and act like he was getting robbed and mugged. They would tie him up, and if he played along, he’d be inside of Teagan before too long.
Blaine had a plan. It was Joe’s plan, and it was a good one. There were still several ways this could go wrong, but right now he had to do everything he could to make it go right.
His first job was the camera in the basement. That was easy. His parents..., well, his Mom and Stepdad used to have a security camera in every room of the house for when the kids were younger, but disconnected them years ago. That’s only mostly true. They asked Blaine to turn them off, and he did. He just routed them to a different server in his room that doesn’t belong to any other company, but is his own home brew setup. The physical cameras were replaced with speakers so the house could have music in every room. It’s not until someone checks very closely that each room has one speaker that sometimes sounds a bit weird. That’s the speaker with a camera and microphone in it. There has been many a night he’s rubbed one out watching footage of Teagan or one of Aly’s friends taking a shower. Hell, even Aly once or twice. Still, Blaine wanted to make sure he did this job right, so he went to the basement and put a small webcam in a suspended tile, and also activated his hacked Xbox One Kinnect camera, and set them all to stream and record to his server in the house.
Next, he had to get some weed and drink. That wouldn’t be hard, no matter what he told Aly. The advantage of living in a state with medicinal marijuana was that it was easy to get some if you knew a guy. Blaine knew more than a few guys. Even though he didn’t have a condition to get a card, several of his old college buddies did. One guy, Tubby, had chronic back and knee pain after he was injured in a car wreck and stopped working out. He ballooned up to 400 pounds faster than one could say “20-piece bucket with cole slaw and mashed potatoes, extra gravy.” Blaine still hung out with Tubby every couple weeks, but was in a hurry today. He bought an ounce of some pretty good shit off of him for cost and still had time to get beer, vodka, snacks, and mixers.
He arrived home shortly before 4:30PM. Teagan’s car, a little Volkswagen Golf from 2017 was in the driveway. He parked Sexy WReXy, his blue 2012 Subaru WRX in front of her. He wasn’t sure if his parents were home or left, so he decided to leave everything in the car for the moment. It’s never a good look to walk into the house with enough booze and weed to get a small army fucked up right when the parents are leaving for the weekend. He brought the food and mixers in since he can explain that without the words ‘party’ or ‘getting high.’ He came in through the front door and his parents were in the dining room, gathering their luggage. Blaine chatted with them for a moment, promising them to look after his sister and Teagan. He promised he would pay very close attention to them. After a minute, his Mom’s cell phone rang; it was the cab and it would be there in five minutes. Blaine saw his parents off and unpacked his car. He put the beer and mixers in the basement fridge, the vodka in the cabinet next to that, and the weed in his room. He made sure that no one saw him take the ounce into his room, since that would ruin his alibi later on for why people were showing up. He hid most of the ounce but brought out enough to get the girls decently baked. He put that in his normal stash spot, knowing that Aly knew where it was. While in his room, he locked the door and checked to see if the basement cameras were rolling. Perfect. They caught the image of two young women. Aly was in a pair of shorts and threw a gray hoodie on. The other woman made Blaine’s heart skip a beat.
There sat Teagan Gentry. His step-sister’s best friend, the object of his desires, and the cause of many hard-ons over the last 7 years. He could see and hear her through the cameras hidden in the basement theater room. Her long blonde hair flowed freely over her shoulder. Her sharp features and skinny, straight nose looked like they were drawn by an expert. Her pale blue eyes were clearly visible on the screen. She wore a green hoodie with ‘CCCC’ written across the chest for Chester County Community College. It was a little hard to tell, but it looked like she had rolled her sleeves up and showed Aly her new tattoo on her left wrist. It looked like the infinity symbol. The only mark on her body that implied that she was a grown woman was this tattoo. She wore shorts that barely covered her beautiful, tight ass and showed off her perfect dancer’s legs. She’d already taken off her shoes.
Blaine grabbed his phone and used a burner number app to text Joe. “The girls are here, parents are gone.” He had another evil idea before he went downstairs. This house was big and had different heating zones. Blaine decided to turn the heat up a little bit in the basement zone to a nice, balmy 78 degrees. The rest of the house was kept at 70, but this would turn the theater into a hot box. The heat, along with the liquor and weed, would help speed things along.
It was close to 5. “Better head downstairs” Blaine said to himself. He took about a dimebag worth of weed and some papers and put them in his front right pocket. His phone was in his front left. He took a few breaths to calm himself down before he left his room and headed downstairs.
The basement was a completely furnished In-Law suite with its own kitchen and bathroom. Years ago Blaine had this whole floor as his, but that was before his grandma got sick and needed care. Cancer can suck a dick. At least she didn’t suffer much. She was sick for maybe 6 months at most. By that time, had gotten used to his smaller room on the top floor and since he spent most time at his fraternity, he didn’t mind. Now that he’s working a real job and living at home to pay off his college loans, he still doesn’t mind too much. He has the garage for Sexy WReXy, enough space for his legal hobbies, and his parents leave him alone. He did make them pay to convert the old bedroom into a theater room, and he picked out everything. From the couches to the screen to the extras, they were his choice.
Blaine came down the steps and turned right and right again. He walked past the door to the theater and went to the kitchenette. Aly was standing in the door to the small fridge, bent over looking at what was in there. He didn’t always stare at his step-sisters ass, but it looked great in her shorts. She was still wearing the same pajama bottoms from earlier. This was good. That meant to Blaine that she wasn’t inviting any guys over.
As tempting as it was to slap that ass, Blaine spoke up. “Whatchya looking for?”
Aly jumped briefly, almost hitting her head. “Got any Whiteclaws?”
“Some, but not many. There’s a case of Yuengling Light right in front of you and a bottle of Vodka next to the fridge.”
“I see that, but are there any Whiteclaws left?”
“I’ve got half a case in the garage that I can put in there, but they won’t be cold for a while. Either have a mixed drink, a beer, or warm Whiteclaws. Or wait till they get cold.” Blaine turned around and walked out the garage. Sometimes, she can be really annoying. “Wonder if she’s more or less annoying with a dick in her ass?” He said very quietly under his breath. Aly didn’t act like she heard him.
Blaine grabbed two six packs of Whiteclaw Mango Hard Seltzer from the garage and put them in the fridge. Aly was busy pouring a little vodka into some glasses and adding cranberry juice. Blaine took his time putting them in the fridge while surreptitiously admiring the view of Aly making the drinks. He waited for her to walk off before grabbing a beer and twisting it open.
He entered the theater room. Straight ahead on the wall to his right was a wall mounted 75-inch 4K television and underneath that an entertainment stand containing several devices, including an Xbox One Kinnect. A couple feet from that sat a short glass table. Speakers hung on the walls. Along both side walls sat black leather couches, and the back of the room featured a long row of black leather recliners with cupholders. Aly and Teagan sat on the couch furthest from the door and the table. Blaine sat in one of the recliners by the table.
“Hey.” He said to the girls while pulling out the weed and papers from his pocket. “What’s the plan?”
“Depends, how much smoke you got?” Teagan said playfully.
“Enough for now, but I’m getting more later. Why?”
“We were thinking of watching the DC movies if you’ve got enough. If not, then probably Avengers again.”
“Why?” Blaine looked up, almost forgetting what he was doing.
“If you’ve got enough weed, it might make them not suck.” Aly responded.
Blaine sat dumbfounded with his mouth agape for a moment. “There ain’t enough weed in Chester County to make those movies not suck. To get them good, we’d need a lot more than weed.”
“We’ll put on Batman Vs. Superman and see how it goes from there. If it sucks that bad with weed, we’ll put on something else.” Teagan said before taking a sip of her vodka cranberry.
The girls returned to talking amongst themselves while Blaine rolled some joints. He brought enough down for 6 tight joints. It was a little after 5:15 when he got a text from a number he barely recognized. ‘On our way.’ He knew what was coming. At least he had a solid clue.
“Hey, what you want to eat?”
“Where you getting from?” Teagan asked.
“Salvatore’s. Probably getting a couple pizzas and wings. Do hot wings, a pepperoni, and a plain work?”
“Can we get mushrooms, too?” Aly asked.
“Fine, one mushrooms, one pepperoni, one plain, and a dozen hot wings.”
“We really need that much food?” Teagan asked, wiping her brow.
“If we’re gonna be high enough to make a Zack Snyder movie good, we’re gonna get the munchies.”
“Okay. Is it getting hot in here or is just me?” Teagan asked, and saw Blaine about to answer. “Don’t answer that. Not now.”
“Let me check.” He pulled up the remote thermostat on his app for the rest of the house, showing that it was 70. “Says 70 here.”
“Damn. Must be this room.” Teagan handed her drink to Aly so she could take off her green hoodie. Jackpot. Underneath her hoodie Teagan wore a peach tank top which tightly fit her body and helped give shape to her small bust. Blaine could see the outline of her bra. A cup, maybe a B on a good day, Teagan’s breasts were not her best feature. He figured that her muscular legs, her tight ass, or her six-pack abs were the best individual features. Aside from her amazingly beautiful face.
Once Teagan was down to her tank top and jean shorts, Aly handed her both cups. Without saying a word, she took off her hoodie and tossed it on top of Teagan’s. Aly was still wearing the t-shirt from earlier, but looked like she put on a bra.
Blaine focused for a moment when his phone buzzed again. It was his mom. ‘Boarding the plane soon, will text again at takeoff and landing.’ He replied with a thumb’s up emoji. Collecting himself, he grabbed a joint and his chrome Zippo lighter and walked over to the girls.
“Here, start up but don’t go through all of it. And move over to the big couch, there’s cup holders over there and I don’t feel like walking across the room to pass. I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Where you going?” Aly asked, taking the joint and lighter from her older step-brother.
“Take a piss and order dinner.” Blaine replied. Aly took the joint and lit it. He grabbed his beer and phone, taking them with him, leaving the theater and closing the door behind him.
In the hallway, he sent a text to Joe’s number with the dinner order and told them to get something extra if they want. A minute later while in the bathroom, he got a reply that just said ‘Ok.’ Blaine did the math in his head, and spoke quietly to himself, pissing away.
“About 5:30 now. They’ll pick up food around 6, get here about 6:15. Parents plane takes off when they’re picking up food, lands 6:45. Quick walk to the cab and ride out to the country, and they’ll be out of touch by 7:15. Give it until 7:30-8 to be on the safe side. About 2 and a half, three hours. Give the girls a few minutes to smoke up most of that joint then top off their drinks when the food gets here. Smoke and drink till party time. All I’ve got to do is play along, and it should work out. I mean, why wouldn’t this work out, it’s not like I only talked to one of them online a couple weeks ago and never met the other three. But it’s too late to back out now. If I tried, I’m expelled from The Club, probably set up for shit I’ve done before, and they’ll still rape the girls and I won’t get to do anything but sit like a bitch on the couch. Just stick to the plan, don’t be too much of a hero.”
He talked himself down, then flushed and washed his hands. Two more texts. ‘Order made, be there soon’ from Joe on his burner app and ‘No phones mode, ttyl when we land’ from Mom. It’s almost time.
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To Be Continued. We've got a few more chapters of setup, but the wait is definitely worth it.
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Re: The Club of Chester County: New Membership and Teagan and Aly
Chapter Tags: Nosex, Setup
Content Warnings: An honest statement about the DCU movies
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The guys meet and plan.
This was originally 3 separate chapters. I'm combining them down to one for ease of posting and speeding things up.
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Back and Forth (Teagan and Aly)
“Okay, see you then.” Sam hung up the phone. “Pizza and wings ordered, be ready in 20-30 minutes.” He said, taking a drink of Diet Coke from McDonald’s. Joe made excellent time getting from West Oakville to Westchester, but after driving for 20 minutes they decided to get some drive-thru before picking up B’s food. It was already a long day, and could be a very long night. There was a lot riding on this plan, so it wouldn’t make sense to risk it because everyone was hungry. The first place off the Beltway exit to Westchester was McDonald’s. The men each ordered a simple meal and ate quickly. Sam was especially hungry, considering he vomited from nerves before he left. He was the only man in the truck to order more than just a value meal, and he made quick work of that. Joe was following the GPS to Salvatore’s Pizza Shop in Westchester Heights, the glorified strip mall that called itself a borough. Sam sent a text to B, ‘Order made, be there soon.’
“Has anyone met B before?” Steve asked from the backseat. Joe and Sam shook their heads. Ray swallowed before talking.
“Not personally, but I was working with him on a trade for Aly, the short girl in the picture. I saw a couple of his previous videos. He did a real good job with this one little Italian looking chick. Not as good as you did with that little spic last winter, but still good.” Ray sipped his beverage.
“Is there some protocol to asking how we all know each other? I’ve got to admit it feels a little weird going into something like this and not knowing anything about who’s here.” Sam asked the other men in the truck.
“It’s not that there’s a rule against it, it’s just common courtesy to not ask too many questions until after. Never know who’s a cop these days.” Steve said, munching on some fries. “At least not until after the fact. That way, no one’s ratting us out without taking themselves down.”
“Yeah. We know each other through the work. I mean, it’s not like we can have Rape Picnic Day at Cedar Point.” Joe said while driving.
“That would be a fun picnic.” Ray laughed as he said that.
“Yeah. But if you’re worried, here’s the short version. I’ve worked with Steve on a previous project. Ray worked with Steve a while back, too. B was working with Ray, and Sam and I have known each other for a long time. I recommended Sam to The Club, and he was vetted by Pedro before the offer was made.” Joe said this as the GPS directed him to a strip mall surrounded by other strip malls and condos.
“So Sam, you’re really new?” Asked Steve.
“Yeah.”
“Is this your first rape, or your first time with The Club?”
Sam thought about the answer for a second. “Both, sort of. I’ve pressured a woman here or there for favors. And there was the occasional passed out drunk girl in my younger days, but nothing like this.”
“What kind of pressure?”
“Power and money, mostly. I’ve had sex with a couple women that fell behind on their rent and were trying to avoid eviction, but that usually turned out bad. Either the sex sucked or they would try it again the next month. Next thing you know, I’m out a lot of money from missing rent payments and some whore is saying I raped her when she gave it up for free. At least now I’ll have another option of getting rid of trouble tenants. Some bitch that’s two months behind on the lease will gladly waive their deposit to get out of where they were raped.”
“I think we’re going to be good friends going forward.” Ray chuckled.
“You have other apartments than the building you live in?” Steve asked. “Cause I’m not a fan of getting shot on the way out of a party.”
“No, he’s got some primo places.” Joe interjected. “Ever heard of Maple Gardens Management?”
“Those shitty apartments all over the city?”
“Yes Ray. Sam is Maple Gardens Management. And he has a lot of apartments in Collegetown.” Joe said, pointing to Sam. For his part, Sam didn’t brag or boast, just nodded.
“Wow. Out of all the places you could have lived at, you chose the death room in West Oakville? How bad did things go to end up there?” Ray asked.
“$20 says a woman is to blame.” Steve added.
“Pay the man.” Sam threw in.
“I didn’t agree to that. It’s always a woman’s fault when a grown man ends up in a studio apartment. That’s how I ended up in them.” Ray exclaimed.
“Well, the short version is things were a little rocky with my ex. I moved in with her about 6 months earlier and we were talking about getting a house, but I didn’t want to do that unless we were married, because it’s a real pain in the ass to deal with. We’d fight here and there, but it really blew up when she found my porn stash. She flipped her shit, we fought, said some shit that couldn’t be unsaid, and split. I stuck around for a while since I’d sold my condo, but it was just too weird living there with her and her kids. Plus, her fucking cunt of a sister kept interfering and went out of her way to stop any chance at us getting back together. I left, put everything in storage, and now I live in the death room until I get a new place.”
“You really don’t like the sister, do you?” Steve asked, sipping on his drink.
“We were out scouting her earlier today. She is damn fine. I’d do her if she didn’t know me.” Joe said, coming to a stop light and turning right into an entirely different strip mall than the 4 they already passed.
“I’m not sure if that’s an endorsement or not, I’ve seen the shit you’ve done. Remember Aubrey?” Ray said.
“Hey, even the fatties need some loving too. Pro tip Sam, if you’re ever offered a 3 for 1 trade, be very suspect. Three 3’s do not equal a 9. Or a 7. Hell, barely a 5.”
“Why would you do that? Or even agree to it?” Sam asked, confused and astonished.
Joe pulled into the parking lot outside of Salvatore’s Pizza and drove the truck to a parking space.
“Because a deal is a deal is a deal. I agreed to a trade, and it was too late to renege. I could have just not done them, but then that would have kept me from pursuing another deal.” Said Joe, as he parked the truck.
“Huh?”
“They changed the rules since to allow for a pass in crazy situations, but the reasons would be used in future negotiations.”
“So, if I agree to a deal and it turns out she moved or she is now a he, or the pics were from before they put on 500 pounds, I don’t have to participate?” Asked Sam, reaching for the seat buckle.
“Yep. Used to be that you had to do what you agreed to do. Now, if there’s some extenuating circumstances, they’ll let it slide. My little escapade started that, but a little while later they made the rule change when some dude was coming in to do some crazy chick, found her in a bath tub ODing and with her wrists slit. Dude freaked out, got away from the building, and called 911 to do a welfare check on her. They got there in time to save her life, but that messed with his head. So now we’ve got the crazy shit rule. One of those rules that didn’t need to be written down until it happened.”
“Damn. Alright, I’m getting the food. Here.” Sam handed Joe back his phone and went inside to get B’s food. Joe checked the texts between him and B from earlier, then started typing.
Back and Forth 2 (Teagan and Aly)
Blaine took his time coming back to the theater room. His idea was that if he took his time, the girls would smoke most of that joint and get a good buzz going. He didn’t need to stay completely sober, but didn’t want to get completely fucked up, either. The girls, well, things might be easier if they’re a little baked and drunk. He walked into the theater and was met with the pungent smell of weed. Blaine entered quickly and closed the door. The room was pretty warm, and the girls sat on the couch furthest from the door. Blaine approached them and saw that the joint was smoked pretty far down.
“Really? I’m gone for a few minutes, and you damn near crush the whole thing.” Teagan looked up at him, her eyes starting to become bloodshot. It contrasted with the pale blue color they are normally.
“Here.” Teagan passed the joint to Blaine and he took a hit. Then another, then one more and passed it to Aly.
“Oww. Getting short.” Aly said as she grabbed the joint. “Where’s your tweezers?”
“They’re up in my room. I’ll grab’em when the pizza gets here.”
“And a bowl?” Aly took a hit off the joint.
“Sure Al, a bowl too.”
“Why don’t you like bowls?” Teagan asked as Aly took another hit then passed the dwindling joint to her.
“Because I prefer joints. When you buy weed, you smoke it how you want. I bought this, and I like joints, so we’re smoking joints. Maybe we’ll switch later on or use that for the roaches, but right now it’s still joint time.”
“But...”
“Tea, Carmella is a pain in the ass to clean, okay?”
“Carmella?” Teagan said, after hitting the joint.
“He named his bowl Carmella.” Aly said. Teagan took a long hit before passing what was left to Blaine.
“Wait, you named your bowl?”
“He named his car Sexy WReXy.”
“Doesn’t everyone name their favorite bowl?”
Teagan and Aly looked at each other, then Blaine, then back at each other. They busted out laughing. Blaine took a hit. After a moment, they collected themselves.
“Okay, why Carmella?” Teagan asked, still giggling.
“I made it out of the shift gear of my Evo 9 after I totaled it. I took that and a few parts that I could salvage. I sold some of them, but I kept the shifter. When I got Sexy WReXy, I didn’t need this anymore but realized it would make a great bowl. Or so I thought. It works, but it’s a pain in the ass to clean.”
Blaine felt a buzz in his pocket. He took a hit and passed the joint to Aly, then pulled out his phone and saw the text from Joe.
Joe: Picking up food from Salvatore’s. What streets are near you?
Blaine: Hummingbird and Cardinal Drives.
Joe: Thx. Don’t want to put your address in my GPS.
Blaine: Makes sense. You’re about 10-15 minutes away. Head down Henderson Road to the Birdland housing plan across from the hospital.
The girls looked up, seeing Blaine text away.
“What’s going on?” asked Aly.
“New driver from Salvatore’s. I think he’s old, asking for directions. Probably still uses a flip phone.”
“Fossil” Aly said. Teagan laughed, then Aly laughed too.
Joe: Looks like we’ll be there soon. Where should we park?
Blaine: Back up into my driveway. Text or call when you get here. I’ll meet you at the rear basement door and get food. After that, go upstairs to deck, I’ll meet you there and let you in. Girls are in the downstairs theater. They’ll stay here while I’m handling things.
Joe: Copy that, see you soon.
Blaine breathed a bit and sat back down on the large stadium style chair couch combo. Teagan made a faint move towards Blaine as if she was trying to pass the roach across the room. Blaine waved his hand, and Teagan passed it to Aly. Blaine had a sip of his beer. He looked at his phone. 6:05PM. No new texts from his parents saying that their flight was delayed or cancelled. They should be airborne by now. Less than 2 hours give or take before party time.
“You sure you want to watch Justice League?”
“Yeah, might as well.” Aly replied, giggling a little.
“Okay.” Blaine set up a quick playlist on the home theater of Batman Vs. Superman, Justice League, and Aquaman. He shook his head, looking regretful for a moment. Just then, his phone buzzed.
Joe: Is there a WRX in the driveway?
Blaine: Yeah.
Joe: Backing up now. Meet you at the back door.
Back and Forth 3 (Teagan and Aly)
Joe had a text conversation with B, trying to find streets near where he was going. Once he found Hummingbird Drive, it was easy to find Meadowlark. Down this street two lights, left on Pyrenees, right on Henderson, look for the hospital into the plan, then a couple lefts and there was Meadowlark. He ran these directions through his head as Sam came back to the truck with three pizzas and an order of wings. Ray opened the back door and Sam handed him the food.
“Damn, how much you expecting us to eat?” Ray asked Sam.
“Nothing, this was just his order. Hungry little fucker.”
“Check that shit for labels or stickers with the name and number.” Steve told Ray as Sam closed Ray’s door and climbed in the passenger seat.
“Just this receipt, no labels or anything else on the boxes.” Ray handed the receipt to Steve who proceeded to tear it into smaller and smaller pieces, until it looked like confetti.
“Left Pyrenees, Right Henderson, Hospital, Left, Left, 148 Meadowlark.” Joe muttered this to himself over and over as he pulled out of the parking lot and drove. It became like a holy mantra to him.
“Left Pyrenees, Right Henderson, Hospital, Left, Left, 148 Meadowlark.” Joe repeated until he reached his first marker and made a left on Pyrenees.
“Right Henderson, Hospital, Left, Left, 148 Meadowlark.” After another minute or two, they stopped at a red light. Henderson Road.
“Hospital, Left, Left, 148 Meadowlark.” Joe continued.
“Is this how you used to drive before GPS?”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP STEVE, I’M TRYING TO CONCENTRATE!” Joe screamed at Steve. Ray and Sam busted out laughing, seeing how this teased Joe.
“We all know the fucking directions now, no need to be a bitch about it.” Steve replied.
“Hospital, Left, Left, 148 Meadowlark.” Sam said, sounding like a medieval monk.
“Hospital, Left, Left, 148 Meadowlark.” Ray joined in, followed by Steve. They continued this chant, slowly pissing Joe off.
“Mother fucker.” Joe started laughing, then joined in on the chant.
“Hospital, Left, Left, 148 Meadowlark. Hospital, Left, Left, 148 Meadowlark. Hospital, Left, Left, 148 Meadowlark.” At this time, the hospital came into view. Across from that was a sign with a bird name. Eagle’s Nest Village. Joe turned the vehicle into the plan using Cardinal Drive.
“Left, Left, 148 Meadowlark.” The first left they came to was Hummingbird Drive. Joe turned left.
“Left, 148 Meadowlark.” About a quarter mile later, they came to the next left. Meadowlark drive. Joe turned left.
“Gimme numbers when you see them.” Joe asked, keeping the truck driving at a slow pace.
“318 on my side. 312. 306. My side, Joe.” Sam yelled out. They came to a stop sign. “242, Right side, next block most likely.” No one said any numbers until after the next stop sign. Sam picked up the job again. “166, 160, two more houses. 154, there 148.” Joe stopped the truck in front of a two-story house. A blue Subaru WRX sat in the driveway. Joe texted B.
Joe: Is there a WRX in the driveway?
Blaine: Yeah.
Joe: Backing up now. Meet you at the back door.
Joe put the truck into reverse and backed his F-150 into the driveway. He parked it and applied the parking brake.
It was 6:14PM and was still light outside.
“Okay guys, grab your stuff and get out. No masks until we’re inside. Steve, grab my stuff for me while I take the food. Walk around the rear of the house, close to the wall. I’ll make the food handoff. Close the doors softly. When I wave you on, go up the deck stairs and wait up there. B will let us in, then get us to a safe location in the house until called upon. Understood?”
The men nodded. No more words were needed. Joe exited the car and walked around to Ray’s door to get the food. Sam got out of the truck and grabbed his bag. Steve grabbed his and Joe’s. Ray waited till Steve had the food secured and did the same. The four men walked to the rear of the house.
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Blaine saw the text, then looked at the time. “Damn, it took that long to set up and play the movie?” The girls paid him no mind. Blaine stood up, making sure he had their attention.
“Hey, pizza’s here. I need y’all to stay here for a minute.”
“Why?” Aly asked, a little confused.
“Cause we’re fucking hotboxing in the basement and I don’t need some old fuddy duddy calling the cops on us for smoking. I’ll get the food and the other stuff, then be back in a minute.”
“My drink’s empty, I need a refill.” Said Teagan.
“Me too.”
“Just a minute. I’ll get the pizza, then give you the all clear, then I’ll get my bowl. Okay? Just wait for me to knock.” The girls nodded. Blaine turned and grabbed the door, flipping the lock switch before closing it, just to be on the safe side. He didn’t expect them to come out, but with two girls drinking and getting high, he’s not taking any chances. “Yes, they can open it, but I’ll hear that across the basement.” Blaine said to himself as he walked to the back door.
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Joe stood at the door and looked over his shoulder. The men were all standing close to the back wall and garage door. They would have to walk past the basement door to get to the steps, and he wanted this to be smooth. No sense taking extra risks unless absolutely necessary. He knocked on the door. Within a moment the door opened. A tall, well-built light skinned black man with short hair, a wide nose, and light brown eyes opened the door. Joe guessed he was 6’1” or 6’2” and a solid 230 pounds. He wore a pair of tight jeans, Air Jordans, and a pink t-shirt that had some Asian characters on it that looked like it came from some anime. “Got a pizza here for...”
“Blaine? That’s me. You’re Joe?” Blaine asked the other man. He was eying him up one side and down the other. He was shorter than him, maybe 5’8” at the most. Joe had a full head of blonde hair, blue eyes, and was clean shaven. He wore black pants and a zip-up black hoodie. He guessed that that Joe was probably in his 40’s, give or take a few years. Joe handed the pizzas over to Blaine.
“How much I owe you?” Blaine asked, as he grabbed the pizzas and backed up, not completely trusting him.
“It’s taken care of. So...” Joe let the word hang in the air, almost like he was prompting him.
“If you need to use the bathroom, just head up the deck steps. I’ll be there in a minute.” Blaine motioned with his head towards the steps.
“Cool. See you shortly.” Joe walked towards the steps. Blaine put the pizzas down on the counter walked to the door, sticking his head out. Joe was on the steps halfway up the deck. Blaine turned his head to the right and saw three other men, all older than him. He gave a quick wave to them, motioning them to follow Joe. Blaine then closed the door and locked it.
“Holy shit.” Blaine said to himself. He walked to the theater and knocked on the door. “Pizza’s here! I’m going upstairs, I’ll be back down in a minute.”
“Okay!” He heard Aly yell from inside. Blaine walked up the steps and strode quickly to the dining room. There, he saw 4 white men dressed in black. “Like some bad fucking movie.” He opened the sliding glass door. “Come on in.” The four men walked in to the house, one by one each carrying a bag. Joe, the blonde guy. He was followed by a chubby white man in his mid 40’s with black hair and a bald spot, followed by a white-haired man with a short-trimmed beard and a muscular man that could pass for his late 20’s if not for the salt and pepper in his hair. Joe was the shortest and acted like the leader of the group. The chubby man was maybe an inch or two taller, around 5’9”. The old man was about the same height. Only the muscular man was close to Blaine’s height, and he might be 5’11”, maybe 6 feet tall on a good day. “Straight ahead, then up the stairs. Turn left, last door on the right.” Blaine followed the men to his room, looking over his shoulder the whole time. The last thing he needed was to be spotted by one of the girls before they could execute the plan. It took a moment to get up the stairs as the old man seemed to be having pain in his knees, but they eventually made it up. Each step felt like an eternity where they would get caught. They all turned to his room but waited for Blaine to open the door. He did, and ushered them in. Once all inside, he closed the door and locked it behind him.
Blaine sized up the men, just as they sized him up. If things got ugly, he knew he could take the old man, the fat man, and maybe the short man, but the big guy would be a challenge. The old man probably fights dirty, the fat man would try to out think him, and the short man would try to bullshit him into submission.
“I’m Blaine. You’re Joe. Ray?” Blaine pointed to Ray, who nodded. “Sam?” He pointed to the chubby guy, and Sam nodded. “So that makes you Steve?”
“Yep.” Replied Steve.
Joe spoke up, trying to keep his voice at an even keel. “This is the last chance to walk out. It’s not a traditional trade, so there’s no repercussions if we agree to back out. If anyone’s not feeling this, speak now.”
The room was silent for a solid minute. No one spoke, and each man looked at other, waiting to see if someone else would speak. It didn’t take long for Steve and Ray to lock eyes and nod in agreement. Sam was a bundle of nerves but more excited than he’s been in a long time. Joe was in from the moment he proposed the idea. The only one in the room that anyone was uncertain of was Blaine.
Blaine weighed out the cons. If this didn’t go just right, his step-sister and her best friend will know that he either tried to rape them or did rape them. Best case scenario, things will be very weird and he’ll have to leave. Worst case scenario, prison or he gets stabbed in his sleep. If this goes sideways, he’ll have to play along, knowing he had a role in this. But dammit, this was his original plan. He’s wanted to fuck Teagan for years, and he knew it would never happen under normal circumstances. He was ready to let Aly get raped just so he can fuck someone that looked like Teagan. Plus, Joe seems to know how to handle shit. He came up with a good plan on the fly, and rounded up everything.
“I’m in.” Blaine said, half in disbelief. “What’s the plan?”
“Your parents are in the air?” Joe asked him.
“Yeah. They should be landing around 6:45, 7 if there was a delay. Figure another hour to get a cab to the B&B, and they’ll be out of contact for the whole weekend.” Blaine said, checking his phone. It was 6:18.
“You’re supposed to be drug dealers or something else?” Blaine asked, trying to figure out how 4 old white guys were violent drug dealers.
“Starts as a deal but goes bad. We’re not your normal dealer, but someone else. You come upstairs, Steve handles you down and subdues you. He’ll rough you up a bit but he’ll pull his punches. Just go with the flow. I’m the voice, Ray and I bind the girls. Sam covers the door, then comes up here, flips over the room looking for cash but can’t find it. He comes down, tells me he can’t, then I say we have another way to make money. How much weed we selling you?” Asked Joe, trying to keep himself from fidgeting.
“I’ve got an ounce underneath the nightstand.” Blaine said.
“Anything else?” Joe asked.
“Nope.” Blaine replied. Joe looked around the room as Sam and Steve both shook their heads. That’s when the old man spoke up.
“I’ve got a couple 8-Balls on me. Like 4 or 5.” Ray said.
Joe’s eyes went wide. He had just spent the last hour driving around with a felonious amount of cocaine in his truck. Joe bounced right back into the flow.
“That’s not what I expected, but we’ll use it. That should be in total a couple grand. Blaine, you text us when you’re ready to start. We’ll make our way to the front door and you come up and meet us and we’ll assume positions. Ray, if you’re ever in my truck again, tell me if you have enough coke to kill a horse. Or any coke for that matter. Sam and Steve, you’ll toss the room, make it look like a robbery. Just this room, don’t need to push our luck by trashing the sister’s or parents’ room. Anything that should be left untouched, Blaine?”
“Don’t fuck with the computers, don’t cut shit open, and there’s a loose panel in the top of the closet. Don’t go there, that’s where my server lives, and it’s recording everything. Try not to break anything.” Blaine said to Joe.
“We’ll try not to. But your clothes are another matter. We might be able to get the pants off without destroying them, but the shirt is probably toast.” Joe said.
“Small price to pay.” Blaine said without a sigh.
“Two last things. When we leave, we’re tying everyone up and hiding cell phones. Is there a place downstairs to put yours?”
“In the microwave or in the bathroom cabinet.”
“Good. We’ll hide the girl’s phones elsewhere. The plan is for you to get untied first and take over the situation, but just in case they get free before you. You’ll be zip tied at the wrists and ankles, and those two zipped together. You should be able to get out of that easily, you look young and strong enough to break them. The girls will be tied together, hopefully in a very compromising and awkward position. It’ll be harder for them to get out, but who knows, we might have Harriet Houdini down there. Just keep them from going to the cops and be the hero after this, who knows what’ll happen.”
“Got that.”
“And the last thing,” Joe looked like he was trying to find a polite way of saying the impolite. “Are you black?”
“Yeah. My dad’s black, my mom’s white. My stepdad, Aly’s dad, is whiter than a mayonnaise sandwich.”
“Something that will help you keep your cover is if we’re racist assholes.” Joe said flatly.
“You want to call me a nigger?” Blaine’s voice took on a little sharper of a tone. He wasn’t expecting this, but it didn’t surprise him, either.
“With your permission. And a lot worse, too.” Sam said before Joe could react.
“Including some shit to them. We’ve got to play this up so they don’t ever suspect you. Especially if you’re so hard that you cut diamonds with your dick when watching us fuck Teagan. She might think you like it too much, but...”
Blaine cut off Joe before he could finish the sentence.
“But if I’m just some piece of shit nigger who just loves watching white girls get fucked, then I just can’t control it. I don’t like it, but you have my permission.” Blaine looked hurt, but accepted what was happening. Joe patted Blaine on the shoulder, almost turning it into a side hug.
“I will do everything in my power to make sure that your dick is in all of their holes tonight.”
Blaine looked at Joe with a look of mixed contempt and astonishment. “Whatever. We pull this off, I’ll get a tattoo in honor of you. A little troll looking mother fucker buttfucking a unicorn.” Blaine went to his desk and pulled out a special cigar box. In it was a pair of roach clips, tweezers, and Carmella, his bowl made out of...”
“Is that from an Evo 8?” Steve asked as soon as he saw it.
“9. Her name’s Carmella.”
“Sweet. I had an Evo in the land before kids and marriage. Don’t recommend either. Divorce isn’t bad.” Steve let that info slip, but as long as everyone did their job, it would be okay.
“No walking around until I call you down. Stay quiet. If you need to use the bathroom, text me. Even with as loud as the theater is, you can still hear the water run through the pipes. I can explain 1, maybe 2 random flushes as something faulty, but any more and they’ll suspect something. They’re smoking better shit now so they should be less paranoid than with skunk, but each smoker’s different. Text if you need to go, and I’ll text when someone goes, time it with that. If anyone leaves the theater, I’ll text right away. Should be just for them to get food, drinks, and bathroom breaks. Everything is downstairs, they shouldn’t need to come up. Any questions?”
“What are they watching?” Sam asked. Ray looked at him weirdly? “What?”
“Why does that matter?” Ray asked Sam.
“If they’re watching something stoned off their asses, they might act differently and scream more watching a scary movie than a funny movie.”
“They’re watching a Justice League marathon. Batman vs. Superman, Justice League, and Aquaman.” Blaine said.
“Ouch. I’m sorry.” Steve said with a touch of remorse. “I know we’re about to rape them, but to do that to them while they’re watching Zack Snyder rape the DC Universe is a crime against humanity.” Blaine laughed at that joke, breaking the tension.
“Stay here till I text you.” Blaine walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. Just as he rounded the corner to the stairs, he saw Aly at the bottom of the steps.
“You done jerking off yet? Food’s ready, and it shouldn’t take that long to find your bowl.”
“Fuck.” Blaine said a little too loud. Almost got caught by the nosy sister who should be eating, drinking and smoking. “Had to find Carmella. Took a moment.” He climbed down the steps.
“Bullshit. You took a few minutes to rub one out. You couldn’t stand it anymore and took a few minutes while we’re eating to...”
“I’m not gonna deny it.” Blaine said, thinking on his feet. What was he going to say, the truth? That he was upstairs planning her gang rape with a bunch of strangers he met online only recently? Blaine landed at the bottom of the steps. “What can I say, a guy needs a release every now and then. Let’s get some dinner.” He continued past her. She stood open jawed for a moment then followed him downstairs. “Too close.” He said to himself.
“Yeah, too close.” Aly responded, assuming he was talking about her almost catching him masturbating. She couldn’t be further from the truth.
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To Be Continued. There's a couple more chapters after this before the fun starts. We're getting real close...
Content Warnings: An honest statement about the DCU movies
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The guys meet and plan.
This was originally 3 separate chapters. I'm combining them down to one for ease of posting and speeding things up.
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Back and Forth (Teagan and Aly)
“Okay, see you then.” Sam hung up the phone. “Pizza and wings ordered, be ready in 20-30 minutes.” He said, taking a drink of Diet Coke from McDonald’s. Joe made excellent time getting from West Oakville to Westchester, but after driving for 20 minutes they decided to get some drive-thru before picking up B’s food. It was already a long day, and could be a very long night. There was a lot riding on this plan, so it wouldn’t make sense to risk it because everyone was hungry. The first place off the Beltway exit to Westchester was McDonald’s. The men each ordered a simple meal and ate quickly. Sam was especially hungry, considering he vomited from nerves before he left. He was the only man in the truck to order more than just a value meal, and he made quick work of that. Joe was following the GPS to Salvatore’s Pizza Shop in Westchester Heights, the glorified strip mall that called itself a borough. Sam sent a text to B, ‘Order made, be there soon.’
“Has anyone met B before?” Steve asked from the backseat. Joe and Sam shook their heads. Ray swallowed before talking.
“Not personally, but I was working with him on a trade for Aly, the short girl in the picture. I saw a couple of his previous videos. He did a real good job with this one little Italian looking chick. Not as good as you did with that little spic last winter, but still good.” Ray sipped his beverage.
“Is there some protocol to asking how we all know each other? I’ve got to admit it feels a little weird going into something like this and not knowing anything about who’s here.” Sam asked the other men in the truck.
“It’s not that there’s a rule against it, it’s just common courtesy to not ask too many questions until after. Never know who’s a cop these days.” Steve said, munching on some fries. “At least not until after the fact. That way, no one’s ratting us out without taking themselves down.”
“Yeah. We know each other through the work. I mean, it’s not like we can have Rape Picnic Day at Cedar Point.” Joe said while driving.
“That would be a fun picnic.” Ray laughed as he said that.
“Yeah. But if you’re worried, here’s the short version. I’ve worked with Steve on a previous project. Ray worked with Steve a while back, too. B was working with Ray, and Sam and I have known each other for a long time. I recommended Sam to The Club, and he was vetted by Pedro before the offer was made.” Joe said this as the GPS directed him to a strip mall surrounded by other strip malls and condos.
“So Sam, you’re really new?” Asked Steve.
“Yeah.”
“Is this your first rape, or your first time with The Club?”
Sam thought about the answer for a second. “Both, sort of. I’ve pressured a woman here or there for favors. And there was the occasional passed out drunk girl in my younger days, but nothing like this.”
“What kind of pressure?”
“Power and money, mostly. I’ve had sex with a couple women that fell behind on their rent and were trying to avoid eviction, but that usually turned out bad. Either the sex sucked or they would try it again the next month. Next thing you know, I’m out a lot of money from missing rent payments and some whore is saying I raped her when she gave it up for free. At least now I’ll have another option of getting rid of trouble tenants. Some bitch that’s two months behind on the lease will gladly waive their deposit to get out of where they were raped.”
“I think we’re going to be good friends going forward.” Ray chuckled.
“You have other apartments than the building you live in?” Steve asked. “Cause I’m not a fan of getting shot on the way out of a party.”
“No, he’s got some primo places.” Joe interjected. “Ever heard of Maple Gardens Management?”
“Those shitty apartments all over the city?”
“Yes Ray. Sam is Maple Gardens Management. And he has a lot of apartments in Collegetown.” Joe said, pointing to Sam. For his part, Sam didn’t brag or boast, just nodded.
“Wow. Out of all the places you could have lived at, you chose the death room in West Oakville? How bad did things go to end up there?” Ray asked.
“$20 says a woman is to blame.” Steve added.
“Pay the man.” Sam threw in.
“I didn’t agree to that. It’s always a woman’s fault when a grown man ends up in a studio apartment. That’s how I ended up in them.” Ray exclaimed.
“Well, the short version is things were a little rocky with my ex. I moved in with her about 6 months earlier and we were talking about getting a house, but I didn’t want to do that unless we were married, because it’s a real pain in the ass to deal with. We’d fight here and there, but it really blew up when she found my porn stash. She flipped her shit, we fought, said some shit that couldn’t be unsaid, and split. I stuck around for a while since I’d sold my condo, but it was just too weird living there with her and her kids. Plus, her fucking cunt of a sister kept interfering and went out of her way to stop any chance at us getting back together. I left, put everything in storage, and now I live in the death room until I get a new place.”
“You really don’t like the sister, do you?” Steve asked, sipping on his drink.
“We were out scouting her earlier today. She is damn fine. I’d do her if she didn’t know me.” Joe said, coming to a stop light and turning right into an entirely different strip mall than the 4 they already passed.
“I’m not sure if that’s an endorsement or not, I’ve seen the shit you’ve done. Remember Aubrey?” Ray said.
“Hey, even the fatties need some loving too. Pro tip Sam, if you’re ever offered a 3 for 1 trade, be very suspect. Three 3’s do not equal a 9. Or a 7. Hell, barely a 5.”
“Why would you do that? Or even agree to it?” Sam asked, confused and astonished.
Joe pulled into the parking lot outside of Salvatore’s Pizza and drove the truck to a parking space.
“Because a deal is a deal is a deal. I agreed to a trade, and it was too late to renege. I could have just not done them, but then that would have kept me from pursuing another deal.” Said Joe, as he parked the truck.
“Huh?”
“They changed the rules since to allow for a pass in crazy situations, but the reasons would be used in future negotiations.”
“So, if I agree to a deal and it turns out she moved or she is now a he, or the pics were from before they put on 500 pounds, I don’t have to participate?” Asked Sam, reaching for the seat buckle.
“Yep. Used to be that you had to do what you agreed to do. Now, if there’s some extenuating circumstances, they’ll let it slide. My little escapade started that, but a little while later they made the rule change when some dude was coming in to do some crazy chick, found her in a bath tub ODing and with her wrists slit. Dude freaked out, got away from the building, and called 911 to do a welfare check on her. They got there in time to save her life, but that messed with his head. So now we’ve got the crazy shit rule. One of those rules that didn’t need to be written down until it happened.”
“Damn. Alright, I’m getting the food. Here.” Sam handed Joe back his phone and went inside to get B’s food. Joe checked the texts between him and B from earlier, then started typing.
Back and Forth 2 (Teagan and Aly)
Blaine took his time coming back to the theater room. His idea was that if he took his time, the girls would smoke most of that joint and get a good buzz going. He didn’t need to stay completely sober, but didn’t want to get completely fucked up, either. The girls, well, things might be easier if they’re a little baked and drunk. He walked into the theater and was met with the pungent smell of weed. Blaine entered quickly and closed the door. The room was pretty warm, and the girls sat on the couch furthest from the door. Blaine approached them and saw that the joint was smoked pretty far down.
“Really? I’m gone for a few minutes, and you damn near crush the whole thing.” Teagan looked up at him, her eyes starting to become bloodshot. It contrasted with the pale blue color they are normally.
“Here.” Teagan passed the joint to Blaine and he took a hit. Then another, then one more and passed it to Aly.
“Oww. Getting short.” Aly said as she grabbed the joint. “Where’s your tweezers?”
“They’re up in my room. I’ll grab’em when the pizza gets here.”
“And a bowl?” Aly took a hit off the joint.
“Sure Al, a bowl too.”
“Why don’t you like bowls?” Teagan asked as Aly took another hit then passed the dwindling joint to her.
“Because I prefer joints. When you buy weed, you smoke it how you want. I bought this, and I like joints, so we’re smoking joints. Maybe we’ll switch later on or use that for the roaches, but right now it’s still joint time.”
“But...”
“Tea, Carmella is a pain in the ass to clean, okay?”
“Carmella?” Teagan said, after hitting the joint.
“He named his bowl Carmella.” Aly said. Teagan took a long hit before passing what was left to Blaine.
“Wait, you named your bowl?”
“He named his car Sexy WReXy.”
“Doesn’t everyone name their favorite bowl?”
Teagan and Aly looked at each other, then Blaine, then back at each other. They busted out laughing. Blaine took a hit. After a moment, they collected themselves.
“Okay, why Carmella?” Teagan asked, still giggling.
“I made it out of the shift gear of my Evo 9 after I totaled it. I took that and a few parts that I could salvage. I sold some of them, but I kept the shifter. When I got Sexy WReXy, I didn’t need this anymore but realized it would make a great bowl. Or so I thought. It works, but it’s a pain in the ass to clean.”
Blaine felt a buzz in his pocket. He took a hit and passed the joint to Aly, then pulled out his phone and saw the text from Joe.
Joe: Picking up food from Salvatore’s. What streets are near you?
Blaine: Hummingbird and Cardinal Drives.
Joe: Thx. Don’t want to put your address in my GPS.
Blaine: Makes sense. You’re about 10-15 minutes away. Head down Henderson Road to the Birdland housing plan across from the hospital.
The girls looked up, seeing Blaine text away.
“What’s going on?” asked Aly.
“New driver from Salvatore’s. I think he’s old, asking for directions. Probably still uses a flip phone.”
“Fossil” Aly said. Teagan laughed, then Aly laughed too.
Joe: Looks like we’ll be there soon. Where should we park?
Blaine: Back up into my driveway. Text or call when you get here. I’ll meet you at the rear basement door and get food. After that, go upstairs to deck, I’ll meet you there and let you in. Girls are in the downstairs theater. They’ll stay here while I’m handling things.
Joe: Copy that, see you soon.
Blaine breathed a bit and sat back down on the large stadium style chair couch combo. Teagan made a faint move towards Blaine as if she was trying to pass the roach across the room. Blaine waved his hand, and Teagan passed it to Aly. Blaine had a sip of his beer. He looked at his phone. 6:05PM. No new texts from his parents saying that their flight was delayed or cancelled. They should be airborne by now. Less than 2 hours give or take before party time.
“You sure you want to watch Justice League?”
“Yeah, might as well.” Aly replied, giggling a little.
“Okay.” Blaine set up a quick playlist on the home theater of Batman Vs. Superman, Justice League, and Aquaman. He shook his head, looking regretful for a moment. Just then, his phone buzzed.
Joe: Is there a WRX in the driveway?
Blaine: Yeah.
Joe: Backing up now. Meet you at the back door.
Back and Forth 3 (Teagan and Aly)
Joe had a text conversation with B, trying to find streets near where he was going. Once he found Hummingbird Drive, it was easy to find Meadowlark. Down this street two lights, left on Pyrenees, right on Henderson, look for the hospital into the plan, then a couple lefts and there was Meadowlark. He ran these directions through his head as Sam came back to the truck with three pizzas and an order of wings. Ray opened the back door and Sam handed him the food.
“Damn, how much you expecting us to eat?” Ray asked Sam.
“Nothing, this was just his order. Hungry little fucker.”
“Check that shit for labels or stickers with the name and number.” Steve told Ray as Sam closed Ray’s door and climbed in the passenger seat.
“Just this receipt, no labels or anything else on the boxes.” Ray handed the receipt to Steve who proceeded to tear it into smaller and smaller pieces, until it looked like confetti.
“Left Pyrenees, Right Henderson, Hospital, Left, Left, 148 Meadowlark.” Joe muttered this to himself over and over as he pulled out of the parking lot and drove. It became like a holy mantra to him.
“Left Pyrenees, Right Henderson, Hospital, Left, Left, 148 Meadowlark.” Joe repeated until he reached his first marker and made a left on Pyrenees.
“Right Henderson, Hospital, Left, Left, 148 Meadowlark.” After another minute or two, they stopped at a red light. Henderson Road.
“Hospital, Left, Left, 148 Meadowlark.” Joe continued.
“Is this how you used to drive before GPS?”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP STEVE, I’M TRYING TO CONCENTRATE!” Joe screamed at Steve. Ray and Sam busted out laughing, seeing how this teased Joe.
“We all know the fucking directions now, no need to be a bitch about it.” Steve replied.
“Hospital, Left, Left, 148 Meadowlark.” Sam said, sounding like a medieval monk.
“Hospital, Left, Left, 148 Meadowlark.” Ray joined in, followed by Steve. They continued this chant, slowly pissing Joe off.
“Mother fucker.” Joe started laughing, then joined in on the chant.
“Hospital, Left, Left, 148 Meadowlark. Hospital, Left, Left, 148 Meadowlark. Hospital, Left, Left, 148 Meadowlark.” At this time, the hospital came into view. Across from that was a sign with a bird name. Eagle’s Nest Village. Joe turned the vehicle into the plan using Cardinal Drive.
“Left, Left, 148 Meadowlark.” The first left they came to was Hummingbird Drive. Joe turned left.
“Left, 148 Meadowlark.” About a quarter mile later, they came to the next left. Meadowlark drive. Joe turned left.
“Gimme numbers when you see them.” Joe asked, keeping the truck driving at a slow pace.
“318 on my side. 312. 306. My side, Joe.” Sam yelled out. They came to a stop sign. “242, Right side, next block most likely.” No one said any numbers until after the next stop sign. Sam picked up the job again. “166, 160, two more houses. 154, there 148.” Joe stopped the truck in front of a two-story house. A blue Subaru WRX sat in the driveway. Joe texted B.
Joe: Is there a WRX in the driveway?
Blaine: Yeah.
Joe: Backing up now. Meet you at the back door.
Joe put the truck into reverse and backed his F-150 into the driveway. He parked it and applied the parking brake.
It was 6:14PM and was still light outside.
“Okay guys, grab your stuff and get out. No masks until we’re inside. Steve, grab my stuff for me while I take the food. Walk around the rear of the house, close to the wall. I’ll make the food handoff. Close the doors softly. When I wave you on, go up the deck stairs and wait up there. B will let us in, then get us to a safe location in the house until called upon. Understood?”
The men nodded. No more words were needed. Joe exited the car and walked around to Ray’s door to get the food. Sam got out of the truck and grabbed his bag. Steve grabbed his and Joe’s. Ray waited till Steve had the food secured and did the same. The four men walked to the rear of the house.
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Blaine saw the text, then looked at the time. “Damn, it took that long to set up and play the movie?” The girls paid him no mind. Blaine stood up, making sure he had their attention.
“Hey, pizza’s here. I need y’all to stay here for a minute.”
“Why?” Aly asked, a little confused.
“Cause we’re fucking hotboxing in the basement and I don’t need some old fuddy duddy calling the cops on us for smoking. I’ll get the food and the other stuff, then be back in a minute.”
“My drink’s empty, I need a refill.” Said Teagan.
“Me too.”
“Just a minute. I’ll get the pizza, then give you the all clear, then I’ll get my bowl. Okay? Just wait for me to knock.” The girls nodded. Blaine turned and grabbed the door, flipping the lock switch before closing it, just to be on the safe side. He didn’t expect them to come out, but with two girls drinking and getting high, he’s not taking any chances. “Yes, they can open it, but I’ll hear that across the basement.” Blaine said to himself as he walked to the back door.
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Joe stood at the door and looked over his shoulder. The men were all standing close to the back wall and garage door. They would have to walk past the basement door to get to the steps, and he wanted this to be smooth. No sense taking extra risks unless absolutely necessary. He knocked on the door. Within a moment the door opened. A tall, well-built light skinned black man with short hair, a wide nose, and light brown eyes opened the door. Joe guessed he was 6’1” or 6’2” and a solid 230 pounds. He wore a pair of tight jeans, Air Jordans, and a pink t-shirt that had some Asian characters on it that looked like it came from some anime. “Got a pizza here for...”
“Blaine? That’s me. You’re Joe?” Blaine asked the other man. He was eying him up one side and down the other. He was shorter than him, maybe 5’8” at the most. Joe had a full head of blonde hair, blue eyes, and was clean shaven. He wore black pants and a zip-up black hoodie. He guessed that that Joe was probably in his 40’s, give or take a few years. Joe handed the pizzas over to Blaine.
“How much I owe you?” Blaine asked, as he grabbed the pizzas and backed up, not completely trusting him.
“It’s taken care of. So...” Joe let the word hang in the air, almost like he was prompting him.
“If you need to use the bathroom, just head up the deck steps. I’ll be there in a minute.” Blaine motioned with his head towards the steps.
“Cool. See you shortly.” Joe walked towards the steps. Blaine put the pizzas down on the counter walked to the door, sticking his head out. Joe was on the steps halfway up the deck. Blaine turned his head to the right and saw three other men, all older than him. He gave a quick wave to them, motioning them to follow Joe. Blaine then closed the door and locked it.
“Holy shit.” Blaine said to himself. He walked to the theater and knocked on the door. “Pizza’s here! I’m going upstairs, I’ll be back down in a minute.”
“Okay!” He heard Aly yell from inside. Blaine walked up the steps and strode quickly to the dining room. There, he saw 4 white men dressed in black. “Like some bad fucking movie.” He opened the sliding glass door. “Come on in.” The four men walked in to the house, one by one each carrying a bag. Joe, the blonde guy. He was followed by a chubby white man in his mid 40’s with black hair and a bald spot, followed by a white-haired man with a short-trimmed beard and a muscular man that could pass for his late 20’s if not for the salt and pepper in his hair. Joe was the shortest and acted like the leader of the group. The chubby man was maybe an inch or two taller, around 5’9”. The old man was about the same height. Only the muscular man was close to Blaine’s height, and he might be 5’11”, maybe 6 feet tall on a good day. “Straight ahead, then up the stairs. Turn left, last door on the right.” Blaine followed the men to his room, looking over his shoulder the whole time. The last thing he needed was to be spotted by one of the girls before they could execute the plan. It took a moment to get up the stairs as the old man seemed to be having pain in his knees, but they eventually made it up. Each step felt like an eternity where they would get caught. They all turned to his room but waited for Blaine to open the door. He did, and ushered them in. Once all inside, he closed the door and locked it behind him.
Blaine sized up the men, just as they sized him up. If things got ugly, he knew he could take the old man, the fat man, and maybe the short man, but the big guy would be a challenge. The old man probably fights dirty, the fat man would try to out think him, and the short man would try to bullshit him into submission.
“I’m Blaine. You’re Joe. Ray?” Blaine pointed to Ray, who nodded. “Sam?” He pointed to the chubby guy, and Sam nodded. “So that makes you Steve?”
“Yep.” Replied Steve.
Joe spoke up, trying to keep his voice at an even keel. “This is the last chance to walk out. It’s not a traditional trade, so there’s no repercussions if we agree to back out. If anyone’s not feeling this, speak now.”
The room was silent for a solid minute. No one spoke, and each man looked at other, waiting to see if someone else would speak. It didn’t take long for Steve and Ray to lock eyes and nod in agreement. Sam was a bundle of nerves but more excited than he’s been in a long time. Joe was in from the moment he proposed the idea. The only one in the room that anyone was uncertain of was Blaine.
Blaine weighed out the cons. If this didn’t go just right, his step-sister and her best friend will know that he either tried to rape them or did rape them. Best case scenario, things will be very weird and he’ll have to leave. Worst case scenario, prison or he gets stabbed in his sleep. If this goes sideways, he’ll have to play along, knowing he had a role in this. But dammit, this was his original plan. He’s wanted to fuck Teagan for years, and he knew it would never happen under normal circumstances. He was ready to let Aly get raped just so he can fuck someone that looked like Teagan. Plus, Joe seems to know how to handle shit. He came up with a good plan on the fly, and rounded up everything.
“I’m in.” Blaine said, half in disbelief. “What’s the plan?”
“Your parents are in the air?” Joe asked him.
“Yeah. They should be landing around 6:45, 7 if there was a delay. Figure another hour to get a cab to the B&B, and they’ll be out of contact for the whole weekend.” Blaine said, checking his phone. It was 6:18.
“You’re supposed to be drug dealers or something else?” Blaine asked, trying to figure out how 4 old white guys were violent drug dealers.
“Starts as a deal but goes bad. We’re not your normal dealer, but someone else. You come upstairs, Steve handles you down and subdues you. He’ll rough you up a bit but he’ll pull his punches. Just go with the flow. I’m the voice, Ray and I bind the girls. Sam covers the door, then comes up here, flips over the room looking for cash but can’t find it. He comes down, tells me he can’t, then I say we have another way to make money. How much weed we selling you?” Asked Joe, trying to keep himself from fidgeting.
“I’ve got an ounce underneath the nightstand.” Blaine said.
“Anything else?” Joe asked.
“Nope.” Blaine replied. Joe looked around the room as Sam and Steve both shook their heads. That’s when the old man spoke up.
“I’ve got a couple 8-Balls on me. Like 4 or 5.” Ray said.
Joe’s eyes went wide. He had just spent the last hour driving around with a felonious amount of cocaine in his truck. Joe bounced right back into the flow.
“That’s not what I expected, but we’ll use it. That should be in total a couple grand. Blaine, you text us when you’re ready to start. We’ll make our way to the front door and you come up and meet us and we’ll assume positions. Ray, if you’re ever in my truck again, tell me if you have enough coke to kill a horse. Or any coke for that matter. Sam and Steve, you’ll toss the room, make it look like a robbery. Just this room, don’t need to push our luck by trashing the sister’s or parents’ room. Anything that should be left untouched, Blaine?”
“Don’t fuck with the computers, don’t cut shit open, and there’s a loose panel in the top of the closet. Don’t go there, that’s where my server lives, and it’s recording everything. Try not to break anything.” Blaine said to Joe.
“We’ll try not to. But your clothes are another matter. We might be able to get the pants off without destroying them, but the shirt is probably toast.” Joe said.
“Small price to pay.” Blaine said without a sigh.
“Two last things. When we leave, we’re tying everyone up and hiding cell phones. Is there a place downstairs to put yours?”
“In the microwave or in the bathroom cabinet.”
“Good. We’ll hide the girl’s phones elsewhere. The plan is for you to get untied first and take over the situation, but just in case they get free before you. You’ll be zip tied at the wrists and ankles, and those two zipped together. You should be able to get out of that easily, you look young and strong enough to break them. The girls will be tied together, hopefully in a very compromising and awkward position. It’ll be harder for them to get out, but who knows, we might have Harriet Houdini down there. Just keep them from going to the cops and be the hero after this, who knows what’ll happen.”
“Got that.”
“And the last thing,” Joe looked like he was trying to find a polite way of saying the impolite. “Are you black?”
“Yeah. My dad’s black, my mom’s white. My stepdad, Aly’s dad, is whiter than a mayonnaise sandwich.”
“Something that will help you keep your cover is if we’re racist assholes.” Joe said flatly.
“You want to call me a nigger?” Blaine’s voice took on a little sharper of a tone. He wasn’t expecting this, but it didn’t surprise him, either.
“With your permission. And a lot worse, too.” Sam said before Joe could react.
“Including some shit to them. We’ve got to play this up so they don’t ever suspect you. Especially if you’re so hard that you cut diamonds with your dick when watching us fuck Teagan. She might think you like it too much, but...”
Blaine cut off Joe before he could finish the sentence.
“But if I’m just some piece of shit nigger who just loves watching white girls get fucked, then I just can’t control it. I don’t like it, but you have my permission.” Blaine looked hurt, but accepted what was happening. Joe patted Blaine on the shoulder, almost turning it into a side hug.
“I will do everything in my power to make sure that your dick is in all of their holes tonight.”
Blaine looked at Joe with a look of mixed contempt and astonishment. “Whatever. We pull this off, I’ll get a tattoo in honor of you. A little troll looking mother fucker buttfucking a unicorn.” Blaine went to his desk and pulled out a special cigar box. In it was a pair of roach clips, tweezers, and Carmella, his bowl made out of...”
“Is that from an Evo 8?” Steve asked as soon as he saw it.
“9. Her name’s Carmella.”
“Sweet. I had an Evo in the land before kids and marriage. Don’t recommend either. Divorce isn’t bad.” Steve let that info slip, but as long as everyone did their job, it would be okay.
“No walking around until I call you down. Stay quiet. If you need to use the bathroom, text me. Even with as loud as the theater is, you can still hear the water run through the pipes. I can explain 1, maybe 2 random flushes as something faulty, but any more and they’ll suspect something. They’re smoking better shit now so they should be less paranoid than with skunk, but each smoker’s different. Text if you need to go, and I’ll text when someone goes, time it with that. If anyone leaves the theater, I’ll text right away. Should be just for them to get food, drinks, and bathroom breaks. Everything is downstairs, they shouldn’t need to come up. Any questions?”
“What are they watching?” Sam asked. Ray looked at him weirdly? “What?”
“Why does that matter?” Ray asked Sam.
“If they’re watching something stoned off their asses, they might act differently and scream more watching a scary movie than a funny movie.”
“They’re watching a Justice League marathon. Batman vs. Superman, Justice League, and Aquaman.” Blaine said.
“Ouch. I’m sorry.” Steve said with a touch of remorse. “I know we’re about to rape them, but to do that to them while they’re watching Zack Snyder rape the DC Universe is a crime against humanity.” Blaine laughed at that joke, breaking the tension.
“Stay here till I text you.” Blaine walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. Just as he rounded the corner to the stairs, he saw Aly at the bottom of the steps.
“You done jerking off yet? Food’s ready, and it shouldn’t take that long to find your bowl.”
“Fuck.” Blaine said a little too loud. Almost got caught by the nosy sister who should be eating, drinking and smoking. “Had to find Carmella. Took a moment.” He climbed down the steps.
“Bullshit. You took a few minutes to rub one out. You couldn’t stand it anymore and took a few minutes while we’re eating to...”
“I’m not gonna deny it.” Blaine said, thinking on his feet. What was he going to say, the truth? That he was upstairs planning her gang rape with a bunch of strangers he met online only recently? Blaine landed at the bottom of the steps. “What can I say, a guy needs a release every now and then. Let’s get some dinner.” He continued past her. She stood open jawed for a moment then followed him downstairs. “Too close.” He said to himself.
“Yeah, too close.” Aly responded, assuming he was talking about her almost catching him masturbating. She couldn’t be further from the truth.
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To Be Continued. There's a couple more chapters after this before the fun starts. We're getting real close...
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Re: The Club of Chester County: New Membership and Teagan and Aly
Love how Steve sums up my feelings for Zack Snyder’s work.
My collected stories can be found here Shocking, positively shocking
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Re: The Club of Chester County: New Membership and Teagan and Aly
I laughed at that too.
Things are going to get ugly soon… can’t wait
Excellent work Lt, I mean Captain…
Things are going to get ugly soon… can’t wait
Excellent work Lt, I mean Captain…
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Re: The Club of Chester County: New Membership and Teagan and Aly
Chapter Tags: Nosex, Setup
Content Warnings: Blaine takes the next step
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Joe and Crew make their way downstairs...
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The Final Countdown (Teagan and Aly)
Time is such a cerebral thing. It passes at a steady pace, more or less, completely unobserved. But it’s the observation that makes it feel like time flies or time stands still.
For Aly and Teagan, having a great time smoking, drinking, and making fun of bad movies, time is flying right by.
For Blaine, who’s waiting for a text from his parents telling him they landed, time stands still.
For the rest of the men, waiting for the go-ahead signal to start the night’s festivities, time might as well be frozen.
Teagan and Aly moved to the main couch with Blaine for dinner. They sparked up the second joint of the night right after. Blaine could tell they were getting a little tipsier and stoned. At this pace, they would pass out before 10 if he didn’t have other plans in mind. The girls were screaming “WHO’S MARTHA?” at the TV and laughing. Blaine looked like he was relaxed, but was definitely not on the inside. He was nervous. It was 6:55 PM and he still hadn’t heard from them. He wasn’t worried about their safety, but he wanted to be absolutely sure that they were a couple hours away before party time. If by some chance their flight was delayed or routed back and they came home with a bunch of white guys raping their daughter...
Blaine’s phone buzzed and he checked it. A text from Joe.
Joe: Going to need a bathroom break soon, all #1. Safe to go but no flush?
Blaine: Soft steps, no talking, no flushing till I say. I’ll go in a couple minutes if one of them doesn’t get up soon.
A few more minutes passed. Still nothing. Usually by this point Mom and Dad would have texted. Damn, is the whole plan going sideways? Do they go with what they have, abandon everything? Holy shit, what happens if the girls find out about this plan? Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit.
Blaine’s phone buzzed. He nearly jumped out of chair. The phone scared him so much that the girls turned to see what he was doing.
“What the fuck, bro? It’s just a shitty movie.” Aly said, taking another long hit. He waved off the pass to him and she gave it to Teagan.
“Nah, just lost in thought, that’s all.” Blaine checked his phone.
Mom: Landed and in the cab. Be out of contact soon. Call the B&B if you need us. We’re turning our phones off soon.
Blaine: (Thumbs Up Emoji). Have fun. (Winky face emoji).
Mom: Luv u, tell Aly no boys.
Blaine: Will do, luv u.
Blaine chuckled to himself. Well, they weren’t boys.
“What? Mom and Dad finally land?” Asked Aly.
“Yep, they’re on their way to the B&B right now, will be turning their phones off soon.” Said Blaine, finishing his beer.
“In that case, let’s get some more people. The more the merrier.” Teagan said. That would really throw a wrench in the works. Time to think fast, Blaine.
“Aww, hell no. First, no boys tonight. Second, we only got 3 joints left till we get more weed, and I’m not sharing my beer or booze with more barely-out-of-high-school kids.” Blaine said.
Teagan looked at the table, then back at Blaine. “Bro, there’s 4 joints.”
“No, there’s 3.” Blaine reached over and grabbed one of the joints and his lighter. He lit up and puffed away. “You two share that one, I got mine for the next few minutes.” Blaine took another hit. “Won’t be fair to invite your friends over with only 2 joints after this.”
“The fuck?”
“Weed math Tea. Always buy more than you need, and have less than you want.” Blaine was chllin’ now.
“Alright, no one else until after we get more weed. When’s that?”
“About an hour or two. Still plenty of time after that to party.” In more ways than one, Blaine thought to himself.
“Alright. Al, I need a drink.” Teagan passed the roach over to Aly, who took a quick hit and put it on the roach plate. Two down so far. Aly stood up, grabbing her phone with her.
“Hey hey, leave the phones.” Blaine said to the girls. They both gave him a what-the-fuck look. “I know you two. You gonna go out there, text Tracy and tell her to come on over. Meanwhile, we don’t got more weed yet and it’s not my normal guy. It’s a friend of a friend of a friend, so I don’t know him, and I don’t want him getting scared off when Tracy shows up with half the horn section. Besides, I wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors are watching for a party.” Blaine knew they weren’t and didn’t care, but Aly didn’t know that, and didn’t need to know. “It’s 7:15 right now, you can live without your phones for an hour at most.”
Aly and Teagan both rolled their eyes. “Fine.” They handed their smartphones to Blaine, who put them in the reclining couch’s arm compartment on his side. It wasn’t a great hiding spot, but he wasn’t going anywhere for the next hour except the bathroom and fridge. Once they were up and out of the theater, he texted Joe.
Blaine: Plane touched down, good to go. Girls doing drink and bathroom break. Wait for flush.
Joe: Copy
Blaine: I’m deleting texts after this one. Next one will be from you at 7:45 saying you’re ten minutes out. Get ready at 7:45 and send only that text. Leave gear in my room, Sam will bring it down stairs after tossing room. 7:45 is ten minute warning. Moving time up, girls trying to invite people. I’m deleting texts after this. Do. Not. Reply.
Blaine sent the text, then took Teagan and Aly’s phones and put them in his pocket. He had an idea. He’d tell Joe when he saw him in about 40 minutes. Right after he deleted this text conversation.
Out in the basement, Aly was getting herself a Vodka Cranberry that was more Vodka than Cranberry. She did the same for Teagan’s glass. Teagan was in the bathroom, and Blaine could hear the water running from flushing and washing her hands. He paid close attention and listened for the water flowing through the pipes. It went on longer than normal for the downstairs toilet, so it sounds like Joe did his part. Blaine shook his head and grabbed a beer bottle from the open fridge. He twisted it open, then tossed the cap in the trash and took a sip. He walked back to the theater, hanging out in the doorway. Teagan looked oh so delectable, and Aly was fine, too. He whispered his thoughts to himself.
“The fact that I’m worrying about a toilet is just nuts. They’re stoned and a little drunk, about to be more stoned and drunk. I just need to make sure we get this off without a hitch, and then fun and games.”
Blaine took another sip while surreptitiously eye-fucking Teagan as she bent over to get something she dropped. God damn, what a nice, tight ass. Those years of dance really paid off. He wondered whose ass would feel better, hers or Aly’s when he heard Aly speak up from the Kitchen.
“Bro? Your standing there all weird. Afraid of the dark?”
“I ain’t sitting in there watching that shitty ass movie by myself. You wanted to watch it, not me.” Blaine said. He got caught ogling them, but was less stoned than them and could still function. “Y’all good, or you need a hand?”
“We’re good.” Aly and Teagan got themselves more pizza to go with their drinks.
“Munchies must be kicking in.” Blaine said to himself. Once he saw that they weren’t going to make a mess, he went back in the theater and waited for them. He sat down and adjusted his pants. Partly because he had 3 smartphones in his jeans, but mostly from how he imagined how good Teagan’s pussy would feel on his cock in a little bit.
The girls walked in to the theater just as Justice League finished it’s opening credits. Blaine checked his phone. 7:25 PM. Fuck, time was crawling. Just another twenty minutes. Might as well enjoy his beer and joint.
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Upstairs, the men waited about as patiently as they could. They dared not make a sound, so no games or movies on the phones, and no bullshitting amongst each other. The small attempts at chit-chat were cut down by Joe quickly with a hush. Ray sat on Blaine’s bed while Joe sat in his computer chair for the most part. Steve tried to make himself comfortable in Blaine’s floor gaming chair, but he couldn’t sit there for too long so joined Ray on the bed. Sam was making a mess, emptying out drawers and dropping stuff around as quietly as possible. Making a mess is easy. Keeping quiet is easy. Making a mess while keeping quiet, that’s a challenge. The most excitement they faced was each cycling through to take a bathroom break and making sure not to make any extra noise. This kind of paranoia might strike others as crazy, but for a group of would-be rapists trying to not scare off their victims, the paranoia is acceptable.
Joe checked his phone. 7:14PM. He took a deep breath and exhaled in an attempt to keep calm.
“Any news?” Ray asked, trying to keep his voice down. Joe shook his head. This was running late.
“Something might be wrong with the parent’s flight. If they’re still in the city, they’re either coming back mad or going on an impromptu date night. If they’re coming back we need to bolt soon. They’ll see the truck in the driveway and either pick a fight with Blaine or call the cops.” Steve said, not too loudly but still loud enough to get a look from Joe.
“And if they go on a date night, continue as planned.” Said Ray.
Joe was about tell the men to shut the fuck up when his phone buzzed. It was Blaine. Joe responded.
Blaine: Plane touched down, good to go. Girls doing drink and bathroom break. Wait for flush.
Joe: Copy
Blaine: I’m deleting texts after this one. Next one will be from you at 7:45 saying you’re ten minutes out. Get ready at 7:45 and send only that text. Leave gear in my room, Sam will bring it down stairs after tossing room. 7:45 is ten-minute warning. Moving time up, girls trying to invite people. I’m deleting texts after this. Do. Not. Reply.
“Well?” Ray asked Joe.
“We’re on, moving up. Drunk girls being drunk girls, Blaine’s moving the time up on when we start. Sam, go to the bathroom and wait for the flush downstairs. You should hear something. When you do, flush and come back carefully. We mask up around a quarter till. Leave the bags here till you come back. Grab what you need to subdue them and carry it with you. I’ll put on a body cam to catch the beginning before the fun begins. Steve, you cover Blaine and get him taken care of. Once he’s handled, help Ray with binding the girls. Rags and bandana gags at first, clear packing tape if needed. We need this to look like a surprise, not a set up gang-bang.” Joe gave the directions in a low, clear voice. Sam opened the door and went down the hallway. Joe kept talking to Steve and Ray.
“I’ll QB events. Sam’ll go first for activities. It’s his first time, and this way he’ll be as guilty as the rest of us. Ray, you get next choice after Sam, then Steve then Me and Blaine. We’ll play it by ear after that.”
Sam returned from the bathroom. He’s pretty sure he timed the flush right with what he heard downstairs.
“Miss anything?” Sam asked, closing the door behind him.
“Not too much. I’m QB, you get first play, Ray second, then Steve. When we get in there, we’ll do the ‘Where’s the money?’ game in front of the girls with Blaine, Sam will come up and can schlep stuff down but not in. You come back, we act it out, then I get an idea and you go out to the car and bring the bags in. Walk up and down the steps once or twice, your call. Buy enough time to scare the shit out of them. Don’t fire your guns. That will get the neighbors to call the cops and they’ll see we have blanks. We will have to bail immediately. Any questions?”
The men shook their heads.
“Good.” Joe checked his watch. “We’ve got a few minutes. Get your stuff. Ray, gimme your 8-balls. You’re gonna lose’em.”
“No problem, we’re having more fun.” Ray reached into his bag and pulled out 4 8-balls of coke. He sifted through the bag again and found a fifth bag. Ray handed the 5 8-balls to Joe.
“Forgot about that one.”
“How do you forget an 8-ball?” Steve asked Ray before Joe could say anything.
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Blaine and the girls were back in the theater. A few minutes had passed since they refreshed their drinks and snacks. Blaine was enjoying his own joint while the girls continued drinking. Time was passing SOOOOO slow. It was 7:35 and he was about to finish up the third joint of the night. Three more sat on the table, along with two roaches and Carmella. He figured he would chill for a couple minutes until Joe texted, then light up the last joint and share it with the girls. Get them good and stoned for when 4 armed men come into the room. A sober man with a gun can get the jump on a stoned girl any day of the week.
“When, when, when’s the guy getting here?” Teagan asked, starting to show the affects of mixing weed and booze.
“Soon. Like, within a half hour?” Blaine said, trying to play it cool.
“Is he cute?” Aly asked.
“I don’t know, I never met the guy.” Blaine replied. If she was asking about if a guy was cute in front of her, she’s probably close to fucked up. Under a normal situation, he might try to encourage her to slow down, or even stop her altogether.
“Yo, grab one of those babies.” Blaine pointed to the three remaining joints on the table. Teagan grabbed it and the lighter. She placed it in her lips and lit it.
He watched how her cheeks hollowed as she inhaled and held her breath. He wondered how her cheeks would look around his cock. Would they hollow like that, too?
Teagan held the hit for a long while before taking another. She passed the freshly lit joint to Aly. It took her a moment to focus, but Aly grabbed the joint with her right hand and slowly inhaled.
Hot damn, this might be the first time he realized how cute his step-sister could be with something in her mouth. And good timing, too, cause he’s about a half hour away from watching her suck some dick. He adjusted his pants when he felt something. He still had their phones in his pocket and one of them buzzed. Then the other. Then both. Again and again. Probably some group chat they’re both in with their friends. He’ll check it out when he goes upstairs.
Blaine finished his joint and put the roach on the plate they collected them on. 3 down, and the 4th was in the air. At this pace, they’d be stoned, drunk, and passed out by 10, even with as tight as Blaine rolled them. He maintained some sense of what was going on and didn’t let himself get too blasted. One mistake and everything could go downhill. Besides, he’ll sober up soon enough. And so will the girls.
Blaine felt a buzz from his pocket that felt different. He pulled it out. It was his phone. He had a text from an unknown number that was familiar.
####: C U N 10
That was different. Wasn’t complete sentences, looked like a young person or an idiot sent it. Blaine assumed it was Joe keeping up appearances.
Blaine: (Thumbs up emoji)
Ten more minutes. He took a few sips of his beer.
“Weed guy’s gonna be here in a few minutes. Pass that shit over.”
Aly passed the joint over to Blaine who took a long, slow draw. The movie still sucked, so he couldn’t be that high. After another hit, he reached over Aly and handed it to Teagan. One more cycle and he’d head upstairs. He was calm, centered. If Blaine had any remorse about what he was going to do to his step-sister and his crush, it was wiped away by the rush of blood to his cock.
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Joe sent the text. The men wore their masks and gloves. They had their weapons out. They checked and rechecked that they had blanks loaded and carried live clips in their pants. Joe’s camera was clipped on his hoodie and recording. Ray and Sam had zip ties, tape, rags, and knives. The bags were packed. They were ready.
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Blaine took a moment after his last hit to go upstairs. The nerves were finally getting to him, and if hadn’t smoked so much weed, he’d be shaking like a leaf right now. There was a million ways this could go wrong and only one or two where things went right. He rose from the couch and went to the door.
“Weed guy’ll be here soon. You stay down here, be right back.” Before he opened the door, he took a selfie with Teagan and Aly in the background, passing a joint between each other. They didn’t notice.
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(Author's Note: This next section was originally it's own chapter, but it's pretty short and fits best with this chapter.)
While climbing the stairs, he put his phone back in his pocket and pulled out Teagan and Aly’s phones. He saw a bunch of text messages in a group chat from their friend Tracy and few of their high school friends. It didn’t take Blaine long to figure out what was going on. Teagan and Aly texted their friends earlier in the day about having a party at Aly’s house, or going over to Tracy’s house when they got some weed. Even if Blaine didn’t have other plans, Tracy is too much of a bitch to deal with sober, let alone fucked up. Aly and Teagan are too wasted to drive, and it’s his weed, not theirs. He perused the last few messages to see how to respond. He couldn’t open Teagan’s phone, but he could access Aly’s.
Tracy: We token 2night?
Beth: (Random emojis that translate to Where’s the smoke and drink?)
Tracy: Hello? U there?
Blaine (From Aly’s Phone): (Sick emoji, puking emoji, bad pizza emoji)
Tracy: OMG?! REALLY. What about T?
Blaine (From Aly’s Phone): (Puking emoji) right now.
Tracy: That sucks. (Hugs emoji) (Take Care emoji)
“That should shut them up for the night.” Blaine said to himself. He knew her friends well enough that they’d keep pestering and might even try to stop by if they thought there was a chance at some fun, but no one wants to be around puking teen girls.
Blaine was at the top of the basement steps when he had a moment of doubt. For a brief instant, he worried about what he was going to do to his step-sister and her best friend. He didn’t worry about so much about getting caught or how much the other guys would hurt them, but he worried if this was too much. Those girls were drunk and high, and with a little coaxing he could maybe get Teagan to blow him, maybe even Aly. But then he realized no, he couldn’t. Even if he somehow managed to pull this off tonight, they’ll buy into some of that #MeToo claptrap about how since they were drunk they couldn’t consent and this was rape. If he’s going to be accused of rape, might as well go full bore and be a part of an actual rape, one where he might even convince them that he was the victim.
The moment of doubt subsided, and the realization hit him. He can live with this.
Blaine opened the door to the first floor and walked to the front door. No one else was on the first floor yet. He looked around to see if anyone was hiding in the dining room behind him. Nothing. Finally, he looked up the stairs and saw a masked figure hiding behind the wall at the top of the steps. They made eye contact. Blaine stood still but didn’t say anything. The figure, dressed in all black, came down the steps with a pistol in his right hand. He was short with blue eyes. Blaine figured it was Joe.
“No names from this point out.” Joe said to Blaine, who still was taking in the situation. After Joe came the other three similarly dressed. The tallest, Steve, was second, followed by a skinnier man and the chubby man was last. All wore masks and had identical pistols drawn.
“What’re those?” Steve asked, pointing his gun at Blaine’s left hand.
“Their phones.” Blaine said, as he handed them over to Steve, who put them in his pouch.
“Smart.” Joe said.
“Needed.” Replied Blaine. “They were trying to start a party, were texting a couple friends to come over. I took them and told them they’ll get them back after the weed guy comes. They’re stoned and drunk right now, barely notice they’re gone.”
“Not worth the risk?” The old one, Ray asked.
“Nope. One’s a bitch and the other’s a heifer. Here.” Blaine handed Steve his new Samsung phone. “We ready?” Blaine asked. Joe nodded. Ray produced a Target shopping bag with Blaine’s ounce of weed he bought earlier and Ray’s 5 8-balls of cocaine he donated to the cause. Blaine whistled. “Damn. Now, you said something about roughing-”
Before Blaine could finish the sentence, Steve slapped Blaine as hard as he could with his free left hand across the right of Blaine’s face. When Blaine flinched, Steve hit Blaine over his left eye with the handle of his pistol. Steve pulled his hits as much as he could, but they still hurt. Blaine’s vision felt foggy for a moment but cleared quickly. He could feel a little cut above his left eye.
“Fuck, that hurt. Am I bleeding?”
“A little.” Joe grabbed the bag of drugs and carried it in his left hand, pistol in the right. “Don’t try any funny shit, hands where we can see them. Lead the way, boy.”
Blaine walked back to the steps, a couple drops of blood starting to run down his forehead. He really hoped he didn’t get any on the carpet, that’s a pain in the ass to clean up. He opened the door and walked down the steps. Steve went first after Blaine, followed by Joe then Ray then Sam. Blaine cleared the steps and turned toward the theater room. He waited at the door for the signal to move forward. What was the signal? They never discussed...
“Open it, nigger.” Steve pushed the gun into Blaine’s back. Blaine was pretty sure that was the signal.
Blaine opened the door to the theater. And Hell followed.
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To Be Continued. Next time we pick this up, they guys meet the girls...
Content Warnings: Blaine takes the next step
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Joe and Crew make their way downstairs...
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The Final Countdown (Teagan and Aly)
Time is such a cerebral thing. It passes at a steady pace, more or less, completely unobserved. But it’s the observation that makes it feel like time flies or time stands still.
For Aly and Teagan, having a great time smoking, drinking, and making fun of bad movies, time is flying right by.
For Blaine, who’s waiting for a text from his parents telling him they landed, time stands still.
For the rest of the men, waiting for the go-ahead signal to start the night’s festivities, time might as well be frozen.
Teagan and Aly moved to the main couch with Blaine for dinner. They sparked up the second joint of the night right after. Blaine could tell they were getting a little tipsier and stoned. At this pace, they would pass out before 10 if he didn’t have other plans in mind. The girls were screaming “WHO’S MARTHA?” at the TV and laughing. Blaine looked like he was relaxed, but was definitely not on the inside. He was nervous. It was 6:55 PM and he still hadn’t heard from them. He wasn’t worried about their safety, but he wanted to be absolutely sure that they were a couple hours away before party time. If by some chance their flight was delayed or routed back and they came home with a bunch of white guys raping their daughter...
Blaine’s phone buzzed and he checked it. A text from Joe.
Joe: Going to need a bathroom break soon, all #1. Safe to go but no flush?
Blaine: Soft steps, no talking, no flushing till I say. I’ll go in a couple minutes if one of them doesn’t get up soon.
A few more minutes passed. Still nothing. Usually by this point Mom and Dad would have texted. Damn, is the whole plan going sideways? Do they go with what they have, abandon everything? Holy shit, what happens if the girls find out about this plan? Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit.
Blaine’s phone buzzed. He nearly jumped out of chair. The phone scared him so much that the girls turned to see what he was doing.
“What the fuck, bro? It’s just a shitty movie.” Aly said, taking another long hit. He waved off the pass to him and she gave it to Teagan.
“Nah, just lost in thought, that’s all.” Blaine checked his phone.
Mom: Landed and in the cab. Be out of contact soon. Call the B&B if you need us. We’re turning our phones off soon.
Blaine: (Thumbs Up Emoji). Have fun. (Winky face emoji).
Mom: Luv u, tell Aly no boys.
Blaine: Will do, luv u.
Blaine chuckled to himself. Well, they weren’t boys.
“What? Mom and Dad finally land?” Asked Aly.
“Yep, they’re on their way to the B&B right now, will be turning their phones off soon.” Said Blaine, finishing his beer.
“In that case, let’s get some more people. The more the merrier.” Teagan said. That would really throw a wrench in the works. Time to think fast, Blaine.
“Aww, hell no. First, no boys tonight. Second, we only got 3 joints left till we get more weed, and I’m not sharing my beer or booze with more barely-out-of-high-school kids.” Blaine said.
Teagan looked at the table, then back at Blaine. “Bro, there’s 4 joints.”
“No, there’s 3.” Blaine reached over and grabbed one of the joints and his lighter. He lit up and puffed away. “You two share that one, I got mine for the next few minutes.” Blaine took another hit. “Won’t be fair to invite your friends over with only 2 joints after this.”
“The fuck?”
“Weed math Tea. Always buy more than you need, and have less than you want.” Blaine was chllin’ now.
“Alright, no one else until after we get more weed. When’s that?”
“About an hour or two. Still plenty of time after that to party.” In more ways than one, Blaine thought to himself.
“Alright. Al, I need a drink.” Teagan passed the roach over to Aly, who took a quick hit and put it on the roach plate. Two down so far. Aly stood up, grabbing her phone with her.
“Hey hey, leave the phones.” Blaine said to the girls. They both gave him a what-the-fuck look. “I know you two. You gonna go out there, text Tracy and tell her to come on over. Meanwhile, we don’t got more weed yet and it’s not my normal guy. It’s a friend of a friend of a friend, so I don’t know him, and I don’t want him getting scared off when Tracy shows up with half the horn section. Besides, I wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors are watching for a party.” Blaine knew they weren’t and didn’t care, but Aly didn’t know that, and didn’t need to know. “It’s 7:15 right now, you can live without your phones for an hour at most.”
Aly and Teagan both rolled their eyes. “Fine.” They handed their smartphones to Blaine, who put them in the reclining couch’s arm compartment on his side. It wasn’t a great hiding spot, but he wasn’t going anywhere for the next hour except the bathroom and fridge. Once they were up and out of the theater, he texted Joe.
Blaine: Plane touched down, good to go. Girls doing drink and bathroom break. Wait for flush.
Joe: Copy
Blaine: I’m deleting texts after this one. Next one will be from you at 7:45 saying you’re ten minutes out. Get ready at 7:45 and send only that text. Leave gear in my room, Sam will bring it down stairs after tossing room. 7:45 is ten minute warning. Moving time up, girls trying to invite people. I’m deleting texts after this. Do. Not. Reply.
Blaine sent the text, then took Teagan and Aly’s phones and put them in his pocket. He had an idea. He’d tell Joe when he saw him in about 40 minutes. Right after he deleted this text conversation.
Out in the basement, Aly was getting herself a Vodka Cranberry that was more Vodka than Cranberry. She did the same for Teagan’s glass. Teagan was in the bathroom, and Blaine could hear the water running from flushing and washing her hands. He paid close attention and listened for the water flowing through the pipes. It went on longer than normal for the downstairs toilet, so it sounds like Joe did his part. Blaine shook his head and grabbed a beer bottle from the open fridge. He twisted it open, then tossed the cap in the trash and took a sip. He walked back to the theater, hanging out in the doorway. Teagan looked oh so delectable, and Aly was fine, too. He whispered his thoughts to himself.
“The fact that I’m worrying about a toilet is just nuts. They’re stoned and a little drunk, about to be more stoned and drunk. I just need to make sure we get this off without a hitch, and then fun and games.”
Blaine took another sip while surreptitiously eye-fucking Teagan as she bent over to get something she dropped. God damn, what a nice, tight ass. Those years of dance really paid off. He wondered whose ass would feel better, hers or Aly’s when he heard Aly speak up from the Kitchen.
“Bro? Your standing there all weird. Afraid of the dark?”
“I ain’t sitting in there watching that shitty ass movie by myself. You wanted to watch it, not me.” Blaine said. He got caught ogling them, but was less stoned than them and could still function. “Y’all good, or you need a hand?”
“We’re good.” Aly and Teagan got themselves more pizza to go with their drinks.
“Munchies must be kicking in.” Blaine said to himself. Once he saw that they weren’t going to make a mess, he went back in the theater and waited for them. He sat down and adjusted his pants. Partly because he had 3 smartphones in his jeans, but mostly from how he imagined how good Teagan’s pussy would feel on his cock in a little bit.
The girls walked in to the theater just as Justice League finished it’s opening credits. Blaine checked his phone. 7:25 PM. Fuck, time was crawling. Just another twenty minutes. Might as well enjoy his beer and joint.
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Upstairs, the men waited about as patiently as they could. They dared not make a sound, so no games or movies on the phones, and no bullshitting amongst each other. The small attempts at chit-chat were cut down by Joe quickly with a hush. Ray sat on Blaine’s bed while Joe sat in his computer chair for the most part. Steve tried to make himself comfortable in Blaine’s floor gaming chair, but he couldn’t sit there for too long so joined Ray on the bed. Sam was making a mess, emptying out drawers and dropping stuff around as quietly as possible. Making a mess is easy. Keeping quiet is easy. Making a mess while keeping quiet, that’s a challenge. The most excitement they faced was each cycling through to take a bathroom break and making sure not to make any extra noise. This kind of paranoia might strike others as crazy, but for a group of would-be rapists trying to not scare off their victims, the paranoia is acceptable.
Joe checked his phone. 7:14PM. He took a deep breath and exhaled in an attempt to keep calm.
“Any news?” Ray asked, trying to keep his voice down. Joe shook his head. This was running late.
“Something might be wrong with the parent’s flight. If they’re still in the city, they’re either coming back mad or going on an impromptu date night. If they’re coming back we need to bolt soon. They’ll see the truck in the driveway and either pick a fight with Blaine or call the cops.” Steve said, not too loudly but still loud enough to get a look from Joe.
“And if they go on a date night, continue as planned.” Said Ray.
Joe was about tell the men to shut the fuck up when his phone buzzed. It was Blaine. Joe responded.
Blaine: Plane touched down, good to go. Girls doing drink and bathroom break. Wait for flush.
Joe: Copy
Blaine: I’m deleting texts after this one. Next one will be from you at 7:45 saying you’re ten minutes out. Get ready at 7:45 and send only that text. Leave gear in my room, Sam will bring it down stairs after tossing room. 7:45 is ten-minute warning. Moving time up, girls trying to invite people. I’m deleting texts after this. Do. Not. Reply.
“Well?” Ray asked Joe.
“We’re on, moving up. Drunk girls being drunk girls, Blaine’s moving the time up on when we start. Sam, go to the bathroom and wait for the flush downstairs. You should hear something. When you do, flush and come back carefully. We mask up around a quarter till. Leave the bags here till you come back. Grab what you need to subdue them and carry it with you. I’ll put on a body cam to catch the beginning before the fun begins. Steve, you cover Blaine and get him taken care of. Once he’s handled, help Ray with binding the girls. Rags and bandana gags at first, clear packing tape if needed. We need this to look like a surprise, not a set up gang-bang.” Joe gave the directions in a low, clear voice. Sam opened the door and went down the hallway. Joe kept talking to Steve and Ray.
“I’ll QB events. Sam’ll go first for activities. It’s his first time, and this way he’ll be as guilty as the rest of us. Ray, you get next choice after Sam, then Steve then Me and Blaine. We’ll play it by ear after that.”
Sam returned from the bathroom. He’s pretty sure he timed the flush right with what he heard downstairs.
“Miss anything?” Sam asked, closing the door behind him.
“Not too much. I’m QB, you get first play, Ray second, then Steve. When we get in there, we’ll do the ‘Where’s the money?’ game in front of the girls with Blaine, Sam will come up and can schlep stuff down but not in. You come back, we act it out, then I get an idea and you go out to the car and bring the bags in. Walk up and down the steps once or twice, your call. Buy enough time to scare the shit out of them. Don’t fire your guns. That will get the neighbors to call the cops and they’ll see we have blanks. We will have to bail immediately. Any questions?”
The men shook their heads.
“Good.” Joe checked his watch. “We’ve got a few minutes. Get your stuff. Ray, gimme your 8-balls. You’re gonna lose’em.”
“No problem, we’re having more fun.” Ray reached into his bag and pulled out 4 8-balls of coke. He sifted through the bag again and found a fifth bag. Ray handed the 5 8-balls to Joe.
“Forgot about that one.”
“How do you forget an 8-ball?” Steve asked Ray before Joe could say anything.
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Blaine and the girls were back in the theater. A few minutes had passed since they refreshed their drinks and snacks. Blaine was enjoying his own joint while the girls continued drinking. Time was passing SOOOOO slow. It was 7:35 and he was about to finish up the third joint of the night. Three more sat on the table, along with two roaches and Carmella. He figured he would chill for a couple minutes until Joe texted, then light up the last joint and share it with the girls. Get them good and stoned for when 4 armed men come into the room. A sober man with a gun can get the jump on a stoned girl any day of the week.
“When, when, when’s the guy getting here?” Teagan asked, starting to show the affects of mixing weed and booze.
“Soon. Like, within a half hour?” Blaine said, trying to play it cool.
“Is he cute?” Aly asked.
“I don’t know, I never met the guy.” Blaine replied. If she was asking about if a guy was cute in front of her, she’s probably close to fucked up. Under a normal situation, he might try to encourage her to slow down, or even stop her altogether.
“Yo, grab one of those babies.” Blaine pointed to the three remaining joints on the table. Teagan grabbed it and the lighter. She placed it in her lips and lit it.
He watched how her cheeks hollowed as she inhaled and held her breath. He wondered how her cheeks would look around his cock. Would they hollow like that, too?
Teagan held the hit for a long while before taking another. She passed the freshly lit joint to Aly. It took her a moment to focus, but Aly grabbed the joint with her right hand and slowly inhaled.
Hot damn, this might be the first time he realized how cute his step-sister could be with something in her mouth. And good timing, too, cause he’s about a half hour away from watching her suck some dick. He adjusted his pants when he felt something. He still had their phones in his pocket and one of them buzzed. Then the other. Then both. Again and again. Probably some group chat they’re both in with their friends. He’ll check it out when he goes upstairs.
Blaine finished his joint and put the roach on the plate they collected them on. 3 down, and the 4th was in the air. At this pace, they’d be stoned, drunk, and passed out by 10, even with as tight as Blaine rolled them. He maintained some sense of what was going on and didn’t let himself get too blasted. One mistake and everything could go downhill. Besides, he’ll sober up soon enough. And so will the girls.
Blaine felt a buzz from his pocket that felt different. He pulled it out. It was his phone. He had a text from an unknown number that was familiar.
####: C U N 10
That was different. Wasn’t complete sentences, looked like a young person or an idiot sent it. Blaine assumed it was Joe keeping up appearances.
Blaine: (Thumbs up emoji)
Ten more minutes. He took a few sips of his beer.
“Weed guy’s gonna be here in a few minutes. Pass that shit over.”
Aly passed the joint over to Blaine who took a long, slow draw. The movie still sucked, so he couldn’t be that high. After another hit, he reached over Aly and handed it to Teagan. One more cycle and he’d head upstairs. He was calm, centered. If Blaine had any remorse about what he was going to do to his step-sister and his crush, it was wiped away by the rush of blood to his cock.
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Joe sent the text. The men wore their masks and gloves. They had their weapons out. They checked and rechecked that they had blanks loaded and carried live clips in their pants. Joe’s camera was clipped on his hoodie and recording. Ray and Sam had zip ties, tape, rags, and knives. The bags were packed. They were ready.
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Blaine took a moment after his last hit to go upstairs. The nerves were finally getting to him, and if hadn’t smoked so much weed, he’d be shaking like a leaf right now. There was a million ways this could go wrong and only one or two where things went right. He rose from the couch and went to the door.
“Weed guy’ll be here soon. You stay down here, be right back.” Before he opened the door, he took a selfie with Teagan and Aly in the background, passing a joint between each other. They didn’t notice.
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(Author's Note: This next section was originally it's own chapter, but it's pretty short and fits best with this chapter.)
While climbing the stairs, he put his phone back in his pocket and pulled out Teagan and Aly’s phones. He saw a bunch of text messages in a group chat from their friend Tracy and few of their high school friends. It didn’t take Blaine long to figure out what was going on. Teagan and Aly texted their friends earlier in the day about having a party at Aly’s house, or going over to Tracy’s house when they got some weed. Even if Blaine didn’t have other plans, Tracy is too much of a bitch to deal with sober, let alone fucked up. Aly and Teagan are too wasted to drive, and it’s his weed, not theirs. He perused the last few messages to see how to respond. He couldn’t open Teagan’s phone, but he could access Aly’s.
Tracy: We token 2night?
Beth: (Random emojis that translate to Where’s the smoke and drink?)
Tracy: Hello? U there?
Blaine (From Aly’s Phone): (Sick emoji, puking emoji, bad pizza emoji)
Tracy: OMG?! REALLY. What about T?
Blaine (From Aly’s Phone): (Puking emoji) right now.
Tracy: That sucks. (Hugs emoji) (Take Care emoji)
“That should shut them up for the night.” Blaine said to himself. He knew her friends well enough that they’d keep pestering and might even try to stop by if they thought there was a chance at some fun, but no one wants to be around puking teen girls.
Blaine was at the top of the basement steps when he had a moment of doubt. For a brief instant, he worried about what he was going to do to his step-sister and her best friend. He didn’t worry about so much about getting caught or how much the other guys would hurt them, but he worried if this was too much. Those girls were drunk and high, and with a little coaxing he could maybe get Teagan to blow him, maybe even Aly. But then he realized no, he couldn’t. Even if he somehow managed to pull this off tonight, they’ll buy into some of that #MeToo claptrap about how since they were drunk they couldn’t consent and this was rape. If he’s going to be accused of rape, might as well go full bore and be a part of an actual rape, one where he might even convince them that he was the victim.
The moment of doubt subsided, and the realization hit him. He can live with this.
Blaine opened the door to the first floor and walked to the front door. No one else was on the first floor yet. He looked around to see if anyone was hiding in the dining room behind him. Nothing. Finally, he looked up the stairs and saw a masked figure hiding behind the wall at the top of the steps. They made eye contact. Blaine stood still but didn’t say anything. The figure, dressed in all black, came down the steps with a pistol in his right hand. He was short with blue eyes. Blaine figured it was Joe.
“No names from this point out.” Joe said to Blaine, who still was taking in the situation. After Joe came the other three similarly dressed. The tallest, Steve, was second, followed by a skinnier man and the chubby man was last. All wore masks and had identical pistols drawn.
“What’re those?” Steve asked, pointing his gun at Blaine’s left hand.
“Their phones.” Blaine said, as he handed them over to Steve, who put them in his pouch.
“Smart.” Joe said.
“Needed.” Replied Blaine. “They were trying to start a party, were texting a couple friends to come over. I took them and told them they’ll get them back after the weed guy comes. They’re stoned and drunk right now, barely notice they’re gone.”
“Not worth the risk?” The old one, Ray asked.
“Nope. One’s a bitch and the other’s a heifer. Here.” Blaine handed Steve his new Samsung phone. “We ready?” Blaine asked. Joe nodded. Ray produced a Target shopping bag with Blaine’s ounce of weed he bought earlier and Ray’s 5 8-balls of cocaine he donated to the cause. Blaine whistled. “Damn. Now, you said something about roughing-”
Before Blaine could finish the sentence, Steve slapped Blaine as hard as he could with his free left hand across the right of Blaine’s face. When Blaine flinched, Steve hit Blaine over his left eye with the handle of his pistol. Steve pulled his hits as much as he could, but they still hurt. Blaine’s vision felt foggy for a moment but cleared quickly. He could feel a little cut above his left eye.
“Fuck, that hurt. Am I bleeding?”
“A little.” Joe grabbed the bag of drugs and carried it in his left hand, pistol in the right. “Don’t try any funny shit, hands where we can see them. Lead the way, boy.”
Blaine walked back to the steps, a couple drops of blood starting to run down his forehead. He really hoped he didn’t get any on the carpet, that’s a pain in the ass to clean up. He opened the door and walked down the steps. Steve went first after Blaine, followed by Joe then Ray then Sam. Blaine cleared the steps and turned toward the theater room. He waited at the door for the signal to move forward. What was the signal? They never discussed...
“Open it, nigger.” Steve pushed the gun into Blaine’s back. Blaine was pretty sure that was the signal.
Blaine opened the door to the theater. And Hell followed.
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To Be Continued. Next time we pick this up, they guys meet the girls...
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Re: The Club of Chester County: New Membership and Teagan and Aly
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Re: The Club of Chester County: New Membership and Teagan and Aly
Chapter Tags: Viol, bond, racism
Content Warnings: Threats of violence and murder
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The guys make their way to the theater...
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Shock and Awe (Teagan and Aly)
“It all happened so fast, and yet felt like it in slow motion” was how the story was recounted later.
One minute Teagan and Aly sat on the home theater couch, watching Bruce Wayne talk to Wonder Woman about something involving Cyborg. The next, Blaine walked in with his hands up and another man holding a gun to his head. And another man. And another. And another. It all happened so fast they didn’t know what to do.
Blaine opened the door to the theater. The girls were on the large couch to his left at the rear of the room. Teagan sat on the left seat facing the TV and Aly was in the middle. The girls were clearly more than a little stoned and drunk as it took them a moment to realize something was wrong. Blaine hesitated at the door and his hands were raised. He took a step into the room before he stumbled. It was then that a tall man, almost as tall as Blaine, pushed him into the room. The man wore black pants, boots, a black hoodie, and a black ski mask. And he was carrying a gun! He had the gun pointed right at Blaine’s head.
Teagan’s eyes grew wide. What the hell was going on, was this some kind of joke or something? Those hopes disappeared less than a second later when the next man, also wearing all black and carrying a gun entered the room. Teagan was putting 2 and 2 together and opened her mouth.
“SCREAM AND YOU BITCHES DIE ALONG WITH THAT NIGGER!” The second man yelled, pointing a gun right at them. Right in their faces.
Teagan was terrified. Aly just noticed something was wrong, it was all happening so fast. Aly saw the gun, now pointed right at her.
“I SAID DON’T FUCKING SCREAM BITCH!” The second man, shorter than the first man yelled, moving the pistol back and forth between the two girls.
Blaine turned his head slightly to see the girls on the couch. This slight pause was enough to cause the tall man behind him (Steve) to push him with his left hand and jam him in the back with his gun. Blaine stumbled, catching himself before he fell through the glass table. He made it to the leather couch on the far side from the door and landed on it with the grace of a drunk aunt at a wedding reception. Blaine rolled over into a sitting position. Steve had his gun trained on him.
Back on the main couch, the reality that something was wrong started to settle in on the girls. Teagan started to cry and shake while Aly opened her mouth to scream. The short man with the gun (Joe) put his pistol right against her forehead.
“BITCH, WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY? SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!”
“Please don’t kill me, please don’t kill me, please don’t kill me.” Aly repeated. Teagan instinctively tried to hug her to calm her down. The second man with the gun (Joe) took a step back.
“Gag’em.” Joe looked at the girls but was talking to someone else. They didn’t even notice a third man with a gun (Ray) until now. He was a little taller than the man right in front of them with the gun, but not as tall as the man holding a gun on Blaine. The third man (Ray) pointed his gun at Teagan and held a large plastic circle in his left.
“Hands out! Straight towards me!” Teagan hesitated, then steeled herself, trying to keep from shaking so much. She put her hands out in front of her. The third man (Ray) placed the plastic ring over her left wrist, then her right. It was a zip tie, and in one smooth motion had it mostly tied. He then put his gun in his hip pocket and used both hands to secure the zip tie. The third man (Ray) then pulled a rag, maybe a bandana out of his hoodie pocket and held it in front of her mouth.
“Open up.”
Teagan was sobbing at this point. She couldn’t stop herself from crying. The man waited for her to open her jaw just enough before he forced the in the rag. He reached behind her head and tied it in a double knot. He pushed her into a straight up seated position before turning his attention to Aly.
Aly was a wreck. She kept repeating “Please don’t kill me” over and over. The second man (Joe) had his gun trained on Aly. The third man (Ray) didn’t even ask for her hands. He grabbed her arms with both hands and pulled them together. He held them in place with his right hand while he grabbed another plastic ring from his hoodie. He slipped the ring over her wrists and tightened it. Ray then pulled another bandana out of his hoodie and waited for her to open her mouth. Aly was panicking and not listening to directions very well. Ray tried to time inserting the gag but instead pinched her nose. This forced her to open her mouth to breath. He used that moment to shove the bandana in her mouth and tied it behind her head.
The girls were secured on the couch. The whole process probably took less than a minute, but felt like an eternity.
The second man (Joe) and the third man (Ray) stepped back from the couch. The first man (Steve) still had his gun drawn on Blaine. The girls sat on the couch, bound, gagged, and petrified. Blaine sat with his hands up and what looked like a trickle of blood over his left eye.
“What do you want?” Blaine asked, putting some fear behind it.
The shorter man, Joe, spoke up. “I want my money for what you owe me.” Joe cleared a space on the glass table and emptied out the bag he held in his left hand. There was a large container of marijuana and five smaller bags of white powder. The girls saw it and their freakout escalated. If it wasn’t for the gags, everyone in the neighborhood would hear them scream.
“By my math, you owe quite a bit. A couple grand at least. Now, where’s my money?”
“I didn’t order that shit. I just wanted a quarter ounce.” Joe nodded to the larger man, who hit him with the grip of his pistol over his eye. This time, the blood poured freely. Blaine winced in pain.
“I’ll ask again, where’s my money?” Joe played it as calm as he could force.
“I told you, I didn’t...” Steve switched the gun to his left hand and punched Blaine in the stomach. It looked impressive. Blaine doubled over. The girls, especially Aly, were crying and mewling behind their gags. Joe let Blaine writhe for a minute before continuing.
“One more time, where’s my money?” Blaine kept his mouth shut. Partially because it hurt to talk with the punch to the gut and partially to play along.
“Okay tough guy. You.” Joe pointed to a fourth man (Sam) standing in the doorway. “Go find his room and get me something worth 2 grand. You” Joe pointed to Ray “Bind him. You.” Joe was now giving directions to Steve. “If he tries anything, shoot him.”
Sam left the theater room and climbed the stairs. The girls didn’t know that he already tossed the room, but he took his time grabbing their bags and bringing them down to the landing by the basement door to the first floor. He also took a moment to glance in the rooms. The parents had a nice master suite, filled with old oak furniture. Aly’s room looked like the typical teen girl’s room with pictures of her and her friends taped to the walls. There was a guest room with a neatly made bed, and a fourth bedroom that was converted into an office and craft space. Not bad.
Ray pulled another zip tie from his pockets held it out. “You know what these are and how they work. Sure you’ve been arrested a couple times.” Blaine moved his arms slowly in front of him as Ray slipped the zip tie over his wrists and tied tightened it. “Open” said Ray as he pulled out a bandana. Blaine opened his mouth and Ray gagged him with it and tied it behind his head. “Lift your arms.” Blaine lifted his arms over his head. Ray grabbed them and pulled them over to the back of the leather sofa he was sitting on, as far as he could go without injuring Blaine. He grabbed another zip tie and connected Blaine’s hands to an exposed piece of metal that was part of the frame. Ray made sure that Blaine was properly secured.
Sam returned to the first floor and checked out the rest of the house. A den and dining room on the first floor with a kitchen, living room, and laundry room all on the back half of the house. This was definitely more than what he needed, but he could appreciate a house like this.
Steve kept his pistol drawn on Blaine. Joe was leering at the young women in front of him. Ray backed away from Blaine and returned to the side of the room by Teagan.
Sam climbed down the steps back to the basement. He entered the room and walked up to Joe.
“What the fuck you mean there’s nothing? There’s got to be something!” Joe said to Sam. The girls shook when he yelled.
“He’s got nothing. All he’s got is a bunch of stupid toys and some anime shit. We’ll get about a mile away before we get caught with that ricer he drives.”
“FUCK.” Joe looked like he was ready to lose his shit. He was waving his gun around, showing he was ready to seriously hurt someone. Joe walked over to Blaine like he was ready to shoot him, when Sam put his hand on Joe’s shoulder and leaned in for a whisper. Joe turned to Sam, then looked at the girls. He looked at them long and hard, and even though he was wearing a ski mask, the look in his eyes spelled danger for them.
Joe and Sam walked over to Ray and they had a huddle. Steve was waved over, and joined after he was convinced that no one was going anywhere. They huddled and spoke in hushed tones.
“Alright guys, it’s party time. Just keep following my lead. Sam, pick who you want a blowie from.”
Sam leaned up and looked at the two girls. Damn, they were both cute. He’d like to fuck both of them, but if he had to choose...
“If I get second choice, I want to fuck Aly. She’s cuter in person than the pics I’ve seen.” Ray said. Sam looked at the girls.
Teagan wore a pair of jean shorts that barely covered the bottom of her ass and a peach tank top that fit snugly over her A or B-cup bra. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Sam guessed it probably came to the middle of her back when she let it flow. Her sharp cheekbones and nose, pale skin, and blue eyes accentuated her beauty. She wore a light amount of makeup that covered only the tiniest of imperfections. The only jewelry she had on was a small pair of earring studs. Teagan sat on the chair, afraid of what the men were talking about.
Aly sat in the middle of the couch, her knees curled up into her chest. Her round face was streaked with tears. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, and her loose dark grey t-shirt and gray sweatpant shorts told all of the men that she wasn’t planning on going anywhere tonight. Her tits were bigger than Teagan’s, a solid B to a low C-cup. It was hard to tell this early. Aly had a cute little nose and mouth, and her green eyes contrasted with her sandy brown hair which came down to her shoulders. As she curled her knees into her chest, she didn’t notice that she was flashing most of her panties at these men. A pair of pink briefs.
“That makes it an easy choice for me. Gimme Teagan.” Sam said.
Joe stood and looked at the girls again. It’s hard to tell when a man wearing a ski mask grins, but he had an evil grin. He went back to the huddle.
“Ok, on to the next phase. Get the stuff from the car. Everyone back to their spots.” The huddle broke and Sam left the theater. Steve went back to stand near Blaine while Ray sat next to Aly. She shuddered away from him and leaned closer to Teagan. Joe stood in the middle of the room. The silence was palpable. The only sounds were coming from Blaine and the girls yelling into their gags. The men were leering at the girls as they cried in their spots on the couch.
Sam went back up to the first floor and grabbed all four the bags the men brought with them. Two book bags and two gym bags. Sam grabbed them in one trip and made his way downstairs, bringing them into the theater. Sam closed the door behind him. Sam placed the bags on the ground and opened his, pulling out his camera bag. Ray pulled out a handheld camcorder. Joe aimed his gun at Blaine while Steve set up a nice-looking Prosumer 4k camera with tripod, and Joe pulled out a smaller camcorder and tripod.
The girls shook with fear. What the fuck were these sick fucks doing? Teagan looked at Aly to see where she was at in all of this, but Aly was still panicking. Blaine looked...different. He looked pissed, hurt, and flustered all at once.
Joe checked with everyone quietly to make sure they were set up and recording. Once he got the all-clear, he waited a moment. A couple minutes passed before Joe spoke to the three bound people in the room.
“See buddy, we have a problem. Two problems, actually. The first is I owe people money for the drugs you ordered.” Blaine tried to say something, but he was gagged. “I need two thousand dollars to make this even. Now, I’ve heard you’re good for this money, but you don’t have it. Normally, I’d take it out on you by busting you up or selling one of your little whores there to pimp down in Heartland, the niggers down there just LOVE the white meat. But that leads to my second problem, and people know I’m here. People know I’m here, so if you end up with an extra hole in your chest or these girls go missing, it won’t take long to find me. So, I have to come back later or meet you to get my money. How long would it take your monkey ass to get two grand? A week? Two?”
Blaine nodded.
“Two weeks, you pay me the two grand you owe me for this shit. I think we got a deal. Except, one thing boy.” Joe let that last part hang in the air. Joe walked over in front of the cameras that were set up to cover the room from all angles.
“We need some insurance, that you’re gonna pay. Normally, if you didn’t have my money, I’d take these little cunts with me down to Heartland and make them earn me the money you owe me. But like I said, people know I’m here. It wouldn’t take long to find me. So, we’re gonna make some insurance tonight.” Joe walked over to Aly and stroked her face, eliciting mewls of fear.
“You see ladies, we’re gonna have some fun tonight. We’re gonna party, and we’re gonna film it all. If that half-breed don’t pay, these videos will end up on the web, along with your names, addresses, and where you go. It won’t take long till some sick fuck decides to recreate what happens tonight and leave you lying in a ditch somewhere. So that’s his incentive.” Joe leaned in close to both girls. “Pay us, or watch your rapes get uploaded to the web.”
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To Be Continued. What everyone's been waiting for picks up next.
Content Warnings: Threats of violence and murder
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The guys make their way to the theater...
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Shock and Awe (Teagan and Aly)
“It all happened so fast, and yet felt like it in slow motion” was how the story was recounted later.
One minute Teagan and Aly sat on the home theater couch, watching Bruce Wayne talk to Wonder Woman about something involving Cyborg. The next, Blaine walked in with his hands up and another man holding a gun to his head. And another man. And another. And another. It all happened so fast they didn’t know what to do.
Blaine opened the door to the theater. The girls were on the large couch to his left at the rear of the room. Teagan sat on the left seat facing the TV and Aly was in the middle. The girls were clearly more than a little stoned and drunk as it took them a moment to realize something was wrong. Blaine hesitated at the door and his hands were raised. He took a step into the room before he stumbled. It was then that a tall man, almost as tall as Blaine, pushed him into the room. The man wore black pants, boots, a black hoodie, and a black ski mask. And he was carrying a gun! He had the gun pointed right at Blaine’s head.
Teagan’s eyes grew wide. What the hell was going on, was this some kind of joke or something? Those hopes disappeared less than a second later when the next man, also wearing all black and carrying a gun entered the room. Teagan was putting 2 and 2 together and opened her mouth.
“SCREAM AND YOU BITCHES DIE ALONG WITH THAT NIGGER!” The second man yelled, pointing a gun right at them. Right in their faces.
Teagan was terrified. Aly just noticed something was wrong, it was all happening so fast. Aly saw the gun, now pointed right at her.
“I SAID DON’T FUCKING SCREAM BITCH!” The second man, shorter than the first man yelled, moving the pistol back and forth between the two girls.
Blaine turned his head slightly to see the girls on the couch. This slight pause was enough to cause the tall man behind him (Steve) to push him with his left hand and jam him in the back with his gun. Blaine stumbled, catching himself before he fell through the glass table. He made it to the leather couch on the far side from the door and landed on it with the grace of a drunk aunt at a wedding reception. Blaine rolled over into a sitting position. Steve had his gun trained on him.
Back on the main couch, the reality that something was wrong started to settle in on the girls. Teagan started to cry and shake while Aly opened her mouth to scream. The short man with the gun (Joe) put his pistol right against her forehead.
“BITCH, WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY? SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!”
“Please don’t kill me, please don’t kill me, please don’t kill me.” Aly repeated. Teagan instinctively tried to hug her to calm her down. The second man with the gun (Joe) took a step back.
“Gag’em.” Joe looked at the girls but was talking to someone else. They didn’t even notice a third man with a gun (Ray) until now. He was a little taller than the man right in front of them with the gun, but not as tall as the man holding a gun on Blaine. The third man (Ray) pointed his gun at Teagan and held a large plastic circle in his left.
“Hands out! Straight towards me!” Teagan hesitated, then steeled herself, trying to keep from shaking so much. She put her hands out in front of her. The third man (Ray) placed the plastic ring over her left wrist, then her right. It was a zip tie, and in one smooth motion had it mostly tied. He then put his gun in his hip pocket and used both hands to secure the zip tie. The third man (Ray) then pulled a rag, maybe a bandana out of his hoodie pocket and held it in front of her mouth.
“Open up.”
Teagan was sobbing at this point. She couldn’t stop herself from crying. The man waited for her to open her jaw just enough before he forced the in the rag. He reached behind her head and tied it in a double knot. He pushed her into a straight up seated position before turning his attention to Aly.
Aly was a wreck. She kept repeating “Please don’t kill me” over and over. The second man (Joe) had his gun trained on Aly. The third man (Ray) didn’t even ask for her hands. He grabbed her arms with both hands and pulled them together. He held them in place with his right hand while he grabbed another plastic ring from his hoodie. He slipped the ring over her wrists and tightened it. Ray then pulled another bandana out of his hoodie and waited for her to open her mouth. Aly was panicking and not listening to directions very well. Ray tried to time inserting the gag but instead pinched her nose. This forced her to open her mouth to breath. He used that moment to shove the bandana in her mouth and tied it behind her head.
The girls were secured on the couch. The whole process probably took less than a minute, but felt like an eternity.
The second man (Joe) and the third man (Ray) stepped back from the couch. The first man (Steve) still had his gun drawn on Blaine. The girls sat on the couch, bound, gagged, and petrified. Blaine sat with his hands up and what looked like a trickle of blood over his left eye.
“What do you want?” Blaine asked, putting some fear behind it.
The shorter man, Joe, spoke up. “I want my money for what you owe me.” Joe cleared a space on the glass table and emptied out the bag he held in his left hand. There was a large container of marijuana and five smaller bags of white powder. The girls saw it and their freakout escalated. If it wasn’t for the gags, everyone in the neighborhood would hear them scream.
“By my math, you owe quite a bit. A couple grand at least. Now, where’s my money?”
“I didn’t order that shit. I just wanted a quarter ounce.” Joe nodded to the larger man, who hit him with the grip of his pistol over his eye. This time, the blood poured freely. Blaine winced in pain.
“I’ll ask again, where’s my money?” Joe played it as calm as he could force.
“I told you, I didn’t...” Steve switched the gun to his left hand and punched Blaine in the stomach. It looked impressive. Blaine doubled over. The girls, especially Aly, were crying and mewling behind their gags. Joe let Blaine writhe for a minute before continuing.
“One more time, where’s my money?” Blaine kept his mouth shut. Partially because it hurt to talk with the punch to the gut and partially to play along.
“Okay tough guy. You.” Joe pointed to a fourth man (Sam) standing in the doorway. “Go find his room and get me something worth 2 grand. You” Joe pointed to Ray “Bind him. You.” Joe was now giving directions to Steve. “If he tries anything, shoot him.”
Sam left the theater room and climbed the stairs. The girls didn’t know that he already tossed the room, but he took his time grabbing their bags and bringing them down to the landing by the basement door to the first floor. He also took a moment to glance in the rooms. The parents had a nice master suite, filled with old oak furniture. Aly’s room looked like the typical teen girl’s room with pictures of her and her friends taped to the walls. There was a guest room with a neatly made bed, and a fourth bedroom that was converted into an office and craft space. Not bad.
Ray pulled another zip tie from his pockets held it out. “You know what these are and how they work. Sure you’ve been arrested a couple times.” Blaine moved his arms slowly in front of him as Ray slipped the zip tie over his wrists and tied tightened it. “Open” said Ray as he pulled out a bandana. Blaine opened his mouth and Ray gagged him with it and tied it behind his head. “Lift your arms.” Blaine lifted his arms over his head. Ray grabbed them and pulled them over to the back of the leather sofa he was sitting on, as far as he could go without injuring Blaine. He grabbed another zip tie and connected Blaine’s hands to an exposed piece of metal that was part of the frame. Ray made sure that Blaine was properly secured.
Sam returned to the first floor and checked out the rest of the house. A den and dining room on the first floor with a kitchen, living room, and laundry room all on the back half of the house. This was definitely more than what he needed, but he could appreciate a house like this.
Steve kept his pistol drawn on Blaine. Joe was leering at the young women in front of him. Ray backed away from Blaine and returned to the side of the room by Teagan.
Sam climbed down the steps back to the basement. He entered the room and walked up to Joe.
“What the fuck you mean there’s nothing? There’s got to be something!” Joe said to Sam. The girls shook when he yelled.
“He’s got nothing. All he’s got is a bunch of stupid toys and some anime shit. We’ll get about a mile away before we get caught with that ricer he drives.”
“FUCK.” Joe looked like he was ready to lose his shit. He was waving his gun around, showing he was ready to seriously hurt someone. Joe walked over to Blaine like he was ready to shoot him, when Sam put his hand on Joe’s shoulder and leaned in for a whisper. Joe turned to Sam, then looked at the girls. He looked at them long and hard, and even though he was wearing a ski mask, the look in his eyes spelled danger for them.
Joe and Sam walked over to Ray and they had a huddle. Steve was waved over, and joined after he was convinced that no one was going anywhere. They huddled and spoke in hushed tones.
“Alright guys, it’s party time. Just keep following my lead. Sam, pick who you want a blowie from.”
Sam leaned up and looked at the two girls. Damn, they were both cute. He’d like to fuck both of them, but if he had to choose...
“If I get second choice, I want to fuck Aly. She’s cuter in person than the pics I’ve seen.” Ray said. Sam looked at the girls.
Teagan wore a pair of jean shorts that barely covered the bottom of her ass and a peach tank top that fit snugly over her A or B-cup bra. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Sam guessed it probably came to the middle of her back when she let it flow. Her sharp cheekbones and nose, pale skin, and blue eyes accentuated her beauty. She wore a light amount of makeup that covered only the tiniest of imperfections. The only jewelry she had on was a small pair of earring studs. Teagan sat on the chair, afraid of what the men were talking about.
Aly sat in the middle of the couch, her knees curled up into her chest. Her round face was streaked with tears. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, and her loose dark grey t-shirt and gray sweatpant shorts told all of the men that she wasn’t planning on going anywhere tonight. Her tits were bigger than Teagan’s, a solid B to a low C-cup. It was hard to tell this early. Aly had a cute little nose and mouth, and her green eyes contrasted with her sandy brown hair which came down to her shoulders. As she curled her knees into her chest, she didn’t notice that she was flashing most of her panties at these men. A pair of pink briefs.
“That makes it an easy choice for me. Gimme Teagan.” Sam said.
Joe stood and looked at the girls again. It’s hard to tell when a man wearing a ski mask grins, but he had an evil grin. He went back to the huddle.
“Ok, on to the next phase. Get the stuff from the car. Everyone back to their spots.” The huddle broke and Sam left the theater. Steve went back to stand near Blaine while Ray sat next to Aly. She shuddered away from him and leaned closer to Teagan. Joe stood in the middle of the room. The silence was palpable. The only sounds were coming from Blaine and the girls yelling into their gags. The men were leering at the girls as they cried in their spots on the couch.
Sam went back up to the first floor and grabbed all four the bags the men brought with them. Two book bags and two gym bags. Sam grabbed them in one trip and made his way downstairs, bringing them into the theater. Sam closed the door behind him. Sam placed the bags on the ground and opened his, pulling out his camera bag. Ray pulled out a handheld camcorder. Joe aimed his gun at Blaine while Steve set up a nice-looking Prosumer 4k camera with tripod, and Joe pulled out a smaller camcorder and tripod.
The girls shook with fear. What the fuck were these sick fucks doing? Teagan looked at Aly to see where she was at in all of this, but Aly was still panicking. Blaine looked...different. He looked pissed, hurt, and flustered all at once.
Joe checked with everyone quietly to make sure they were set up and recording. Once he got the all-clear, he waited a moment. A couple minutes passed before Joe spoke to the three bound people in the room.
“See buddy, we have a problem. Two problems, actually. The first is I owe people money for the drugs you ordered.” Blaine tried to say something, but he was gagged. “I need two thousand dollars to make this even. Now, I’ve heard you’re good for this money, but you don’t have it. Normally, I’d take it out on you by busting you up or selling one of your little whores there to pimp down in Heartland, the niggers down there just LOVE the white meat. But that leads to my second problem, and people know I’m here. People know I’m here, so if you end up with an extra hole in your chest or these girls go missing, it won’t take long to find me. So, I have to come back later or meet you to get my money. How long would it take your monkey ass to get two grand? A week? Two?”
Blaine nodded.
“Two weeks, you pay me the two grand you owe me for this shit. I think we got a deal. Except, one thing boy.” Joe let that last part hang in the air. Joe walked over in front of the cameras that were set up to cover the room from all angles.
“We need some insurance, that you’re gonna pay. Normally, if you didn’t have my money, I’d take these little cunts with me down to Heartland and make them earn me the money you owe me. But like I said, people know I’m here. It wouldn’t take long to find me. So, we’re gonna make some insurance tonight.” Joe walked over to Aly and stroked her face, eliciting mewls of fear.
“You see ladies, we’re gonna have some fun tonight. We’re gonna party, and we’re gonna film it all. If that half-breed don’t pay, these videos will end up on the web, along with your names, addresses, and where you go. It won’t take long till some sick fuck decides to recreate what happens tonight and leave you lying in a ditch somewhere. So that’s his incentive.” Joe leaned in close to both girls. “Pay us, or watch your rapes get uploaded to the web.”
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To Be Continued. What everyone's been waiting for picks up next.
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Re: The Club of Chester County: New Membership and Teagan and Aly
Chapter Tags: Setup, forced stripping, bondage, psychological
Content Warnings: Psychological torture and forced stripping
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Joe and Sam tell Teagan what to do...
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Let the Games Begin (Teagan and Aly)
“You see ladies, we’re gonna have some fun tonight. We’re gonna party, and we’re gonna film it all. If that half-breed don’t pay, these videos will end up on the web, along with your names, addresses, and where you go. It won’t take long till some sick fuck decides to recreate what happens tonight and leave you lying in a ditch somewhere. So that’s his incentive.” Joe leaned in close to both girls. “Pay us, or watch your rapes get uploaded to the web.”
Teagan and Aly were crying uncontrollably now. This was supposed to be a simple Saturday night of hanging out, getting fucked up, and maybe have some friends come over. Instead, they’re bound and gagged on a couch and about to be raped by Blaine’s new drug dealer. Teagan said “This can’t be happening” into her gag as Aly shifted gears from “Please don’t kill me” to “Please don’t hurt me.”
Steve had his gun drawn on Blaine once again. He knew Blaine wouldn’t try anything, but the girls didn’t know that or need to know that. Ray leered at Aly like a piece of meat. As soon as she made eye contact with him, she stopped chanting and screamed herself hoarse. The young woman could see in his eyes what he was going to do to her. Sam pulled the glass table from the center of the room and pushed it up against the corner next to the empty leather couch by the door. Joe walked over to Teagan and bent over, so his face was right in front of hers.
“You have two choices. You play nice with us, and we’ll try to make this fun for you. You scream for help or fight back, and not only do we fuck you and your friends, but we beat the shit of you and fuck you up in the process.” Joe pulled out his pocket knife and opened it, flashing the sharp blade in front of Teagan’s face.
“Which is it gonna be? Good girl or Pain in the ass? Are you gonna be a good girl for us?” Teagan reluctantly nodded.
“That’s good. Good and smart. I’m going to remove your gag. If you scream, it goes back in and we do things the rough way. Got it?” Teagan, face streaked with tears and eyes bloodshot from a mix of crying and smoking, nodded. Joe reached behind her and untied the bandana gag from behind her head. He slowly pulled the ends forward so that only the fabric in her mouth was holding it in place. “Remember, no screaming.” Teagan opened her mouth slightly and Joe pulled it out. She didn’t scream. Joe put the bandana in his hoodie pocket and backed up.
“Please, please don’t hurt us. Please don’t hurt us. If you need money I can get you money, please don’t hurt us.” Teagan pleaded with Joe.
“It’s his job to pay us, not yours. Mommy and Daddy are gonna ask why you need so much money so fast, then you’ll tell them. This way, we know that you’ll make sure that piece of shit half-breed over there is gonna follow through.” Joe walked further back and stood next to the Prosumer camera that Steve set up.
“So, for me and the camera, tell us where is your wallet?”
Teagan hung her head. Fuck, she wasn’t going to lie on this one. Besides, she’s too scared to lie effectively.
“It’s on the table.”
Joe motioned for Sam to grab it and hand it to him. He opened it up and saw her Driver’s License inside, next to a picture of her with her parents, an older boy and a younger girl. Joe showed the ID and picture to the main camera and then walked around and held it up in front of all the cameras.
“Why don’t you tell us your name and address, cutie.” Asked Joe, sounding smarmy.
“My name is Teagan Gentry. I live at 227 Eagles Nest Drive in Westchester.”
“Yep, matches the ID. Now, who are these people in this picture?” Teagan sniffled before continuing.
“That’s my family. My mother, Carolyn and my father Gerald. My older brother Aaron, and my younger sister Celeste.”
“How old are they?”
“Carolyn and Gerald are in their 50’s. Aaron is now 22 and Celeste is 13.”
“That’s good Teagan. Now, where are we? What’s the address and whose house is this?” She sniffled once again.
“We’re at 148 Meadowlark Drive. Aly Thompson’s house.”
“And who is Aly Thompson?” Joe asked.
Teagan sobbed for a moment and swallowed before continuing. “Aly is... Aly is my best friend. She’s right next to me.” Joe turned the camera to show Aly, who was in the middle of a panic attack.
“Anyone else live here?” Joe asked Teagan.
“Aly’s step-brother Blaine and their parents, Sarah and Henry Thompson.” Joe panned the camera over to Blaine, showing him secured on the couch. He then returned it back to Teagan.
“Where are Sarah and Henry?” Joe asked. Teagan cried as she knew that her best chance of rescue was a couple hours away. If she lied, they would catch her in a lie and probably beat her before raping her.
“They’re out of town for a date night at their favorite bed and breakfast.” She said, her head downcast.
“And do you know why we’re here?”
“You’re here, you’re here because Blaine.”
“What did Blaine do?” Joe asked, calmly. Teagan sniffled, then spoke.
“He didn’t pay for the drugs you brought.”
“And what are me and my friends gonna do?” Joe asked. Even with a ski mask on, it was easy to tell he enjoyed this part, the psychological torture of making her tell the camera what was going to happen to her.
“You’re going to..., you’re gonna...” Teagan broke down into a sob. Joe let her cry for a moment, watching her resistance crumble without even laying a finger on her.
“What are we going to do to you?”
“You’re gonna rape us. And if Blaine doesn’t pay you, you’ll release this video.”
“Good girl. Now, repeat after me. If you’re seeing this, it’s cause that nigger didn’t pay.”
“If, if you’re seeing this...” Teagan was sobbing and hating herself right now.
“Say it.”
“If you’re seeing this, it’s cause..., it’s cause that...”
“Finish the sentence.” Joe put more firmness behind this statement. He wanted to hear this beautiful white suburban girl use a racial slur in front of one of her black friend. He saw it was tearing her up, but he wanted this. He wanted to see her spirit broken before she even took off her clothes.
“It’s cause the nigger didn’t pay.” Teagan dropped her head into her hands and cried.
Joe let her cry for a moment. He looked around the room. Aly was just coming down from the onset of a panic attack, and Ray was already eyefucking her. Blaine looked crestfallen at this latest development and stopped making it look like he was struggling. Steve lowered his gun from Blaine and shifted his attention to the girls on the couch. Sam looked like, well, Sam. He just stood there. It wasn’t until he looked closely at his eyes that he saw a look of lust in his eyes that he hasn’t seen since that one day in his apartment.
“Okay Teagan, stand up.” Joe walked over to the girl who was still in shock at what was going on. When she didn’t stand up fast enough, Joe raised his voice. “I said stand up. You’re doing so well, don’t fuck this up.”
Teagan stood up, using her bound hands to push off of the edge of the couch. She was standing within a couple feet of Joe. He pulled out his pocket knife and opened it in one swift motion. Her eyes were locked on the knife.
“Since you’ve been such a good girl so far, I’m gonna give you a choice. We can either cut and rip your clothes off, or I can cut the tie around your wrist and you can remove your own clothes. Which is it?”
“The, the, the hands.” Teagan stuttered. She didn’t want this to happen, but she didn’t trust this monster with the knife.
“Good choice.” Joe grabbed Teagan’s bound hands and put the knife to the plastic tie. “Remember, you try anything, don’t listen to us, or do something stupid, we’ll fuck you up and still rape you. Got it?” Teagan nodded, and Joe cut the plastic. It fell to the floor. The young blonde rubbed her wrists to ease the pain they were in.
Joe stepped back to his spot by the camera and made sure that she was completely in frame.
“Okay bitch, strip.” The abruptness of the command caught Teagan off guard, but what else was he going to ask her to do in that situation, play the kazoo? Steadying her hands, she grasped the bottom of her peach tank top and pulled up. Slowly, she exposed her belly. She paused halfway, not to entice her captors but out of fear. She froze for a moment. Joe held the knife in his hand, and seeing that shook her from her momentary catatonia. She lifted the shirt up higher, until the bottom of her bra was exposed. Still higher, now covering her face and showing off her bra cups. Higher still, and the shirt was only covering her head. With one last pull, her shirt was off.
Teagan wore a simple peach colored bra that looked like it pushed up her small breasts. The satin finish looked shiny in the theater room’s light. She instinctively covered her chest with her arms. She knew this wouldn’t last, but at this point she knew she was just delaying the inevitable.
Joe looked to Sam. “What next?”
“Lose the shorts.” Sam said to Teagan and Joe.
“You heard him, drop the shorts.” Joe commanded Teagan. With her hands shaking, she grabbed the button that held her jean shorts in place and unbuttoned it. Once unbuttoned, she paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath before grabbing the zipper and lowering it. A new wave of sobbing came over her as she moved her hands from the front of the shorts to the sides and pushed them down. She bent over as she pushed until the shorts were past her knees. From there, gravity took over and they fell to her ankles. She lifted her left foot out the pant leg, then the right.
Teagan stood in front of the men wearing only a peach bra and a matching thong cut pair of panties. She crossed her left arm across her chest and her right hand covered her crotch, in a vain attempt at hiding her womanhood from these monsters. Her head was still downcast to the floor.
“Hands to the side.” Joe told Teagan. She hesitated for a moment. “HANDS. To the SIDE.” That firmness snapped her out of it. Her hands moved to the side of her body in a flash. “Head up.” Teagan once again raised her head. Her eyes were filled with tears. She could see the man giving orders (Joe) nodding at what he saw, and the other man who told her to lose the shorts (Sam) adjust his pants.
Teagan stood in front of them, painfully exposed. Her small breasts looked delectable in her bra. She obviously took great effort to maintain her skinny figure, as she had a visible 8-pack. Her long blonde hair fell past her shoulders and to the bottom of her bust. Her heavy breathing caused her chest to expand and contrast, moving her breasts and causing the space around her collarbone to rise and fall. Her legs were skinny yet well defined, even when standing still she looked like she was ready to sprint or dance. She had a tiny birthmark just below the waistband of her thong on her left hip that was only visible to those she trusted most. And now her rapists, and possible the whole world.
“What next?” Joe asked Sam.
“Bra. Then turn around, bend over, and drop your panties.” Sam commanded.
Teagan reached behind her back and reached for her bra clasps. She fumbled for a moment as the nerves of being put through this were getting to her. She grabbed the clasp and undid the peach colored bra. Holding the clasp with her right hand, she moved her left arm in front of her bosom and let go of the clasp. The tension released, and the back of the bra fell away from her body. The shoulder straps relieved their tension. Her bra was held in place by her left arm, as she used her right hand to move her left strap off of her shoulder. Teagan then used her left hand to push the other strap off of her right shoulder. The only thing covering her breasts now was her left arm.
Teagan took a couple deep breaths and then dropped her left arm, removing her bra completely. There, exposed to these monsters, was a perfect set of small breasts. Her areolas were small, about the size of a quarter, and light pink. The nipples themselves stood slightly out. She moved to cover herself but caught herself just in time. Instead, her hands went to her face as she wept.
“What size are those?” The chubby man (Sam) asked her. She didn’t respond.
“My friend asked you a question. How big are your tits?” This caught Teagan’s attention. She sniffled before answering.
“32 B.” That sounded like an exaggeration to the men, but they let it slide.
“Good. Now turn around, bend over, and remove the panties.” Sam said to Teagan. She started turning to her right, but stopped herself when she caught a glimpse of the tall man (Steve) staring at her like a piece of meat and Blaine, tied up and helpless on the couch, watching. She couldn’t look at Blaine right now, right after the hurtful things she said. She stopped her motion and turned to her left, past the man in charge (Joe) and the chubby man (Sam). She saw the chubby man hand his gun to the talking man and then grab the bottom of his black jacket. Oh God, was he getting undressed?
Just as she was about process that thought, what she saw when she turned around froze her. Aly, who was still screaming into her gag, was now curled up on a ball in the middle seat of the couch, pressed up against the cupholder section that separated their seats. Tears flowed down Aly’s face. A pair of hands were groping her, rubbing her shoulders and legs. Those hands belonged to the old man (Ray). At least, he looked older than the other men. Through his ski mask she could make out a gray beard and mustache. Ray was sitting in the end seat on the right where Blaine sat earlier. He was leaning over the cupholder, mindlessly molesting Aly. Teagan nearly shrieked at the sight, but held it together. Her best friend was getting molested by this senior citizen, in her own house. And things were about to go from bad to worse.
Ray now had a hand of shoulder and a hand of leg. He wanted to accelerate this, but Sam got first action. He’d wait until Sam got his, then he’d unwrap his present himself. There was no way that Aly was calm enough right now to listen to directions, and Joe knew this too. He’d wait till he got the go-ahead, then do this himself. Which is how he wanted to do her in the first place.
“If only this stupid console wasn’t in the way.” Ray said, more to himself than anyone else.
“It looks like it’s a flip down thing. Should be able to fold it back up.” Steve said after looking at it from a couple different angles. Ray took his hands off of Aly for a moment to fiddle around with the console.
Teagan bent over, her head less than two feet from Aly’s. “We can get through this. We can get through this Al.” Teagan said to her friend. This momentarily broke Aly out of her freakout.
Teagan’s panty covered ass was on full display for the men behind her. She placed her thumbs inside of the waistband. She steeled herself with a few more breaths then pushed down. The top of the panties slid over her tight little ass and she paused right as the waistline was right below her buttcheeks. One more push, and she’d be naked in front of these strangers, her best friend, and Blaine. One more moment, and she pushed them down. She pushed her panties down to her ankles.
“Hold there.” Joe said, as he made sure that the 4k camera caught the first glimpse of her pussy and asshole. He stepped forward to make sure his body cam got a good look, too. Sam had taken his jacket and t-shirt off and was kicking off his shoes. He left his pants on and fastened, at least for the moment. Ray and Steve put their putzing around on hold to enjoy the view. Aly tried to get her breathing under control to come down from her panic attack. Blaine had a great view of the festivities and was glad no one was looking at him right now, as he felt himself getting hard watching Teagan strip.
Teagan heard Joe come close to her and stop. Was this it? Was this the moment they started raping her? She felt her heartbeat rise, knowing that things were only about to go from bad to worse.
Joe stepped back to his spot by the camera. Sam was only wearing his black pants, socks, and presumably underwear now, and holding a smartphone. It looked like the same one he used earlier when scouting Naomi’s place. Sam’s Canon camera was set up on a tripod by the door, facing the empty couch next to him. He walked over to the couch, putting himself in frame. Sam was recording video on his smartphone, as well.
“Okay Teagan, you let go and stand up.” Teagan let go of her panties and stood up. She forced herself to keep her hands at her side. Her ass was tight, small, and pale, just like the rest of her. There wasn’t a blemish or mark on it. She stood there motionless, knowing the men were excited seeing her ass, and were about to get more turned on when she turned around. She also knew that this was it. No more clothes to take off, no more ways in delaying the inevitable.
“Turn around.” Teagan stepped out of her panties and turned around, back the way she came. She heard cries from behind her get louder. The old man (Ray) must’ve figured out how to fold the cupholders back up and was back molesting Aly.
Teagan stopped. Her hands were moving to cover her crotch on their own as she struggled to keep them at her side. Fully exposed for everyone to see was her womanhood, shaven clean except for a neatly trimmed landing strip that matched her natural blonde hair.
The chubby guy (Sam) was naked from the waist up. He was recording her with a smartphone. The leader (Joe) was still dressed, at least for the moment. The tall man (Steve) had stepped back from the couch and was looking her up one side and down the other. She only briefly looked at Blaine, and couldn’t make out what he was thinking. Teagan looked over her right shoulder. The old man (Ray) had slid over next to Aly and was running his left hand through her hair and his right hand had disappeared under her shirt. Teagan turned back to the leader.
“Excellent, Teagan. You are very beautiful.” A compliment from a rapist? That’s a new one. “Just a few questions before we begin. Answer as best you can, for you and Aly. Okay?” Teagan nodded her head.
“Have you had sex before?” Teagan nodded. “Please use your voice.”
“Yes.” Teagan said, nodding along.
“And Aly?”
“Yes.”
“Ever sucked dick, Teagan?”
“Yes. Aly too.”
“Good. Been fucked in the ass before?” Teagan was feeling humiliated by these questions.
“No. Neither has Aly.” Teagan shook her head.
“Ever been with a girl?” Teagan shook her head again.
“And Aly?” Joe asked, and took note of how she paused before responding.
“I don’t think so.”
“You sure about that? You wouldn’t be lying to us, would you?” Steve asked. Teagan hesitated for a moment before saying anything.
“Aly... Aly told me a while back she was curious and made out with another girl at a party, felt her up, but that was it.” Teagan looked deflated. Here she is, naked as a newborn in front of two very close people and four soon-to-be rapists, and she’s telling Aly’s secrets on camera.
“Okay. Ever been in a threesome?” Teagan paused, taking a deep breath between sobs.
“Once, with two guys.”
“And Aly?” The question came from the old man on the couch. Teagan turned to him, and he was definitely grabbing Aly’s tit.
“No.” The look of horror on Aly’s face combined with the apparent lust she could see from this man old enough to be her father or grandfather made her stomach turn.
“Good girl.” Joe said, condescendingly. “Since you’ve been so good, we’re going to be good to you. As much as we can. You’re going to keep following our instructions for the rest of the night. If you don’t listen, or if you try anything, it will end badly for you, Aly, and Blaine. Got it?” Teagan nodded. “Good. Don’t try to do anything stupid like bite anyone or scratch anyone. You do, and we’ll knock your teeth out and fuck you up real bad. Got it?” Teagan nodded again. “Good. Now, you’re gonna listen to my friend, and do what he says.” Joe motioned to Sam. She stared at the chubby man. He wore black pants, socks, and a balaclava to hide his face. Everyone else had ski masks which exposed the mouth, but the only thing visible on his head were his eyes. He was obviously recording with his phone.
“Walk over to me, and stop right here.” Sam pointed to a spot about a foot or so in front of him. Dejected, she walked over to him, slowly. She stopped right in front of him. She assumed she was about to blow this guy.
“On your knees.” Sam said.
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To Be Continued...
Content Warnings: Psychological torture and forced stripping
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Joe and Sam tell Teagan what to do...
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Let the Games Begin (Teagan and Aly)
“You see ladies, we’re gonna have some fun tonight. We’re gonna party, and we’re gonna film it all. If that half-breed don’t pay, these videos will end up on the web, along with your names, addresses, and where you go. It won’t take long till some sick fuck decides to recreate what happens tonight and leave you lying in a ditch somewhere. So that’s his incentive.” Joe leaned in close to both girls. “Pay us, or watch your rapes get uploaded to the web.”
Teagan and Aly were crying uncontrollably now. This was supposed to be a simple Saturday night of hanging out, getting fucked up, and maybe have some friends come over. Instead, they’re bound and gagged on a couch and about to be raped by Blaine’s new drug dealer. Teagan said “This can’t be happening” into her gag as Aly shifted gears from “Please don’t kill me” to “Please don’t hurt me.”
Steve had his gun drawn on Blaine once again. He knew Blaine wouldn’t try anything, but the girls didn’t know that or need to know that. Ray leered at Aly like a piece of meat. As soon as she made eye contact with him, she stopped chanting and screamed herself hoarse. The young woman could see in his eyes what he was going to do to her. Sam pulled the glass table from the center of the room and pushed it up against the corner next to the empty leather couch by the door. Joe walked over to Teagan and bent over, so his face was right in front of hers.
“You have two choices. You play nice with us, and we’ll try to make this fun for you. You scream for help or fight back, and not only do we fuck you and your friends, but we beat the shit of you and fuck you up in the process.” Joe pulled out his pocket knife and opened it, flashing the sharp blade in front of Teagan’s face.
“Which is it gonna be? Good girl or Pain in the ass? Are you gonna be a good girl for us?” Teagan reluctantly nodded.
“That’s good. Good and smart. I’m going to remove your gag. If you scream, it goes back in and we do things the rough way. Got it?” Teagan, face streaked with tears and eyes bloodshot from a mix of crying and smoking, nodded. Joe reached behind her and untied the bandana gag from behind her head. He slowly pulled the ends forward so that only the fabric in her mouth was holding it in place. “Remember, no screaming.” Teagan opened her mouth slightly and Joe pulled it out. She didn’t scream. Joe put the bandana in his hoodie pocket and backed up.
“Please, please don’t hurt us. Please don’t hurt us. If you need money I can get you money, please don’t hurt us.” Teagan pleaded with Joe.
“It’s his job to pay us, not yours. Mommy and Daddy are gonna ask why you need so much money so fast, then you’ll tell them. This way, we know that you’ll make sure that piece of shit half-breed over there is gonna follow through.” Joe walked further back and stood next to the Prosumer camera that Steve set up.
“So, for me and the camera, tell us where is your wallet?”
Teagan hung her head. Fuck, she wasn’t going to lie on this one. Besides, she’s too scared to lie effectively.
“It’s on the table.”
Joe motioned for Sam to grab it and hand it to him. He opened it up and saw her Driver’s License inside, next to a picture of her with her parents, an older boy and a younger girl. Joe showed the ID and picture to the main camera and then walked around and held it up in front of all the cameras.
“Why don’t you tell us your name and address, cutie.” Asked Joe, sounding smarmy.
“My name is Teagan Gentry. I live at 227 Eagles Nest Drive in Westchester.”
“Yep, matches the ID. Now, who are these people in this picture?” Teagan sniffled before continuing.
“That’s my family. My mother, Carolyn and my father Gerald. My older brother Aaron, and my younger sister Celeste.”
“How old are they?”
“Carolyn and Gerald are in their 50’s. Aaron is now 22 and Celeste is 13.”
“That’s good Teagan. Now, where are we? What’s the address and whose house is this?” She sniffled once again.
“We’re at 148 Meadowlark Drive. Aly Thompson’s house.”
“And who is Aly Thompson?” Joe asked.
Teagan sobbed for a moment and swallowed before continuing. “Aly is... Aly is my best friend. She’s right next to me.” Joe turned the camera to show Aly, who was in the middle of a panic attack.
“Anyone else live here?” Joe asked Teagan.
“Aly’s step-brother Blaine and their parents, Sarah and Henry Thompson.” Joe panned the camera over to Blaine, showing him secured on the couch. He then returned it back to Teagan.
“Where are Sarah and Henry?” Joe asked. Teagan cried as she knew that her best chance of rescue was a couple hours away. If she lied, they would catch her in a lie and probably beat her before raping her.
“They’re out of town for a date night at their favorite bed and breakfast.” She said, her head downcast.
“And do you know why we’re here?”
“You’re here, you’re here because Blaine.”
“What did Blaine do?” Joe asked, calmly. Teagan sniffled, then spoke.
“He didn’t pay for the drugs you brought.”
“And what are me and my friends gonna do?” Joe asked. Even with a ski mask on, it was easy to tell he enjoyed this part, the psychological torture of making her tell the camera what was going to happen to her.
“You’re going to..., you’re gonna...” Teagan broke down into a sob. Joe let her cry for a moment, watching her resistance crumble without even laying a finger on her.
“What are we going to do to you?”
“You’re gonna rape us. And if Blaine doesn’t pay you, you’ll release this video.”
“Good girl. Now, repeat after me. If you’re seeing this, it’s cause that nigger didn’t pay.”
“If, if you’re seeing this...” Teagan was sobbing and hating herself right now.
“Say it.”
“If you’re seeing this, it’s cause..., it’s cause that...”
“Finish the sentence.” Joe put more firmness behind this statement. He wanted to hear this beautiful white suburban girl use a racial slur in front of one of her black friend. He saw it was tearing her up, but he wanted this. He wanted to see her spirit broken before she even took off her clothes.
“It’s cause the nigger didn’t pay.” Teagan dropped her head into her hands and cried.
Joe let her cry for a moment. He looked around the room. Aly was just coming down from the onset of a panic attack, and Ray was already eyefucking her. Blaine looked crestfallen at this latest development and stopped making it look like he was struggling. Steve lowered his gun from Blaine and shifted his attention to the girls on the couch. Sam looked like, well, Sam. He just stood there. It wasn’t until he looked closely at his eyes that he saw a look of lust in his eyes that he hasn’t seen since that one day in his apartment.
“Okay Teagan, stand up.” Joe walked over to the girl who was still in shock at what was going on. When she didn’t stand up fast enough, Joe raised his voice. “I said stand up. You’re doing so well, don’t fuck this up.”
Teagan stood up, using her bound hands to push off of the edge of the couch. She was standing within a couple feet of Joe. He pulled out his pocket knife and opened it in one swift motion. Her eyes were locked on the knife.
“Since you’ve been such a good girl so far, I’m gonna give you a choice. We can either cut and rip your clothes off, or I can cut the tie around your wrist and you can remove your own clothes. Which is it?”
“The, the, the hands.” Teagan stuttered. She didn’t want this to happen, but she didn’t trust this monster with the knife.
“Good choice.” Joe grabbed Teagan’s bound hands and put the knife to the plastic tie. “Remember, you try anything, don’t listen to us, or do something stupid, we’ll fuck you up and still rape you. Got it?” Teagan nodded, and Joe cut the plastic. It fell to the floor. The young blonde rubbed her wrists to ease the pain they were in.
Joe stepped back to his spot by the camera and made sure that she was completely in frame.
“Okay bitch, strip.” The abruptness of the command caught Teagan off guard, but what else was he going to ask her to do in that situation, play the kazoo? Steadying her hands, she grasped the bottom of her peach tank top and pulled up. Slowly, she exposed her belly. She paused halfway, not to entice her captors but out of fear. She froze for a moment. Joe held the knife in his hand, and seeing that shook her from her momentary catatonia. She lifted the shirt up higher, until the bottom of her bra was exposed. Still higher, now covering her face and showing off her bra cups. Higher still, and the shirt was only covering her head. With one last pull, her shirt was off.
Teagan wore a simple peach colored bra that looked like it pushed up her small breasts. The satin finish looked shiny in the theater room’s light. She instinctively covered her chest with her arms. She knew this wouldn’t last, but at this point she knew she was just delaying the inevitable.
Joe looked to Sam. “What next?”
“Lose the shorts.” Sam said to Teagan and Joe.
“You heard him, drop the shorts.” Joe commanded Teagan. With her hands shaking, she grabbed the button that held her jean shorts in place and unbuttoned it. Once unbuttoned, she paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath before grabbing the zipper and lowering it. A new wave of sobbing came over her as she moved her hands from the front of the shorts to the sides and pushed them down. She bent over as she pushed until the shorts were past her knees. From there, gravity took over and they fell to her ankles. She lifted her left foot out the pant leg, then the right.
Teagan stood in front of the men wearing only a peach bra and a matching thong cut pair of panties. She crossed her left arm across her chest and her right hand covered her crotch, in a vain attempt at hiding her womanhood from these monsters. Her head was still downcast to the floor.
“Hands to the side.” Joe told Teagan. She hesitated for a moment. “HANDS. To the SIDE.” That firmness snapped her out of it. Her hands moved to the side of her body in a flash. “Head up.” Teagan once again raised her head. Her eyes were filled with tears. She could see the man giving orders (Joe) nodding at what he saw, and the other man who told her to lose the shorts (Sam) adjust his pants.
Teagan stood in front of them, painfully exposed. Her small breasts looked delectable in her bra. She obviously took great effort to maintain her skinny figure, as she had a visible 8-pack. Her long blonde hair fell past her shoulders and to the bottom of her bust. Her heavy breathing caused her chest to expand and contrast, moving her breasts and causing the space around her collarbone to rise and fall. Her legs were skinny yet well defined, even when standing still she looked like she was ready to sprint or dance. She had a tiny birthmark just below the waistband of her thong on her left hip that was only visible to those she trusted most. And now her rapists, and possible the whole world.
“What next?” Joe asked Sam.
“Bra. Then turn around, bend over, and drop your panties.” Sam commanded.
Teagan reached behind her back and reached for her bra clasps. She fumbled for a moment as the nerves of being put through this were getting to her. She grabbed the clasp and undid the peach colored bra. Holding the clasp with her right hand, she moved her left arm in front of her bosom and let go of the clasp. The tension released, and the back of the bra fell away from her body. The shoulder straps relieved their tension. Her bra was held in place by her left arm, as she used her right hand to move her left strap off of her shoulder. Teagan then used her left hand to push the other strap off of her right shoulder. The only thing covering her breasts now was her left arm.
Teagan took a couple deep breaths and then dropped her left arm, removing her bra completely. There, exposed to these monsters, was a perfect set of small breasts. Her areolas were small, about the size of a quarter, and light pink. The nipples themselves stood slightly out. She moved to cover herself but caught herself just in time. Instead, her hands went to her face as she wept.
“What size are those?” The chubby man (Sam) asked her. She didn’t respond.
“My friend asked you a question. How big are your tits?” This caught Teagan’s attention. She sniffled before answering.
“32 B.” That sounded like an exaggeration to the men, but they let it slide.
“Good. Now turn around, bend over, and remove the panties.” Sam said to Teagan. She started turning to her right, but stopped herself when she caught a glimpse of the tall man (Steve) staring at her like a piece of meat and Blaine, tied up and helpless on the couch, watching. She couldn’t look at Blaine right now, right after the hurtful things she said. She stopped her motion and turned to her left, past the man in charge (Joe) and the chubby man (Sam). She saw the chubby man hand his gun to the talking man and then grab the bottom of his black jacket. Oh God, was he getting undressed?
Just as she was about process that thought, what she saw when she turned around froze her. Aly, who was still screaming into her gag, was now curled up on a ball in the middle seat of the couch, pressed up against the cupholder section that separated their seats. Tears flowed down Aly’s face. A pair of hands were groping her, rubbing her shoulders and legs. Those hands belonged to the old man (Ray). At least, he looked older than the other men. Through his ski mask she could make out a gray beard and mustache. Ray was sitting in the end seat on the right where Blaine sat earlier. He was leaning over the cupholder, mindlessly molesting Aly. Teagan nearly shrieked at the sight, but held it together. Her best friend was getting molested by this senior citizen, in her own house. And things were about to go from bad to worse.
Ray now had a hand of shoulder and a hand of leg. He wanted to accelerate this, but Sam got first action. He’d wait until Sam got his, then he’d unwrap his present himself. There was no way that Aly was calm enough right now to listen to directions, and Joe knew this too. He’d wait till he got the go-ahead, then do this himself. Which is how he wanted to do her in the first place.
“If only this stupid console wasn’t in the way.” Ray said, more to himself than anyone else.
“It looks like it’s a flip down thing. Should be able to fold it back up.” Steve said after looking at it from a couple different angles. Ray took his hands off of Aly for a moment to fiddle around with the console.
Teagan bent over, her head less than two feet from Aly’s. “We can get through this. We can get through this Al.” Teagan said to her friend. This momentarily broke Aly out of her freakout.
Teagan’s panty covered ass was on full display for the men behind her. She placed her thumbs inside of the waistband. She steeled herself with a few more breaths then pushed down. The top of the panties slid over her tight little ass and she paused right as the waistline was right below her buttcheeks. One more push, and she’d be naked in front of these strangers, her best friend, and Blaine. One more moment, and she pushed them down. She pushed her panties down to her ankles.
“Hold there.” Joe said, as he made sure that the 4k camera caught the first glimpse of her pussy and asshole. He stepped forward to make sure his body cam got a good look, too. Sam had taken his jacket and t-shirt off and was kicking off his shoes. He left his pants on and fastened, at least for the moment. Ray and Steve put their putzing around on hold to enjoy the view. Aly tried to get her breathing under control to come down from her panic attack. Blaine had a great view of the festivities and was glad no one was looking at him right now, as he felt himself getting hard watching Teagan strip.
Teagan heard Joe come close to her and stop. Was this it? Was this the moment they started raping her? She felt her heartbeat rise, knowing that things were only about to go from bad to worse.
Joe stepped back to his spot by the camera. Sam was only wearing his black pants, socks, and presumably underwear now, and holding a smartphone. It looked like the same one he used earlier when scouting Naomi’s place. Sam’s Canon camera was set up on a tripod by the door, facing the empty couch next to him. He walked over to the couch, putting himself in frame. Sam was recording video on his smartphone, as well.
“Okay Teagan, you let go and stand up.” Teagan let go of her panties and stood up. She forced herself to keep her hands at her side. Her ass was tight, small, and pale, just like the rest of her. There wasn’t a blemish or mark on it. She stood there motionless, knowing the men were excited seeing her ass, and were about to get more turned on when she turned around. She also knew that this was it. No more clothes to take off, no more ways in delaying the inevitable.
“Turn around.” Teagan stepped out of her panties and turned around, back the way she came. She heard cries from behind her get louder. The old man (Ray) must’ve figured out how to fold the cupholders back up and was back molesting Aly.
Teagan stopped. Her hands were moving to cover her crotch on their own as she struggled to keep them at her side. Fully exposed for everyone to see was her womanhood, shaven clean except for a neatly trimmed landing strip that matched her natural blonde hair.
The chubby guy (Sam) was naked from the waist up. He was recording her with a smartphone. The leader (Joe) was still dressed, at least for the moment. The tall man (Steve) had stepped back from the couch and was looking her up one side and down the other. She only briefly looked at Blaine, and couldn’t make out what he was thinking. Teagan looked over her right shoulder. The old man (Ray) had slid over next to Aly and was running his left hand through her hair and his right hand had disappeared under her shirt. Teagan turned back to the leader.
“Excellent, Teagan. You are very beautiful.” A compliment from a rapist? That’s a new one. “Just a few questions before we begin. Answer as best you can, for you and Aly. Okay?” Teagan nodded her head.
“Have you had sex before?” Teagan nodded. “Please use your voice.”
“Yes.” Teagan said, nodding along.
“And Aly?”
“Yes.”
“Ever sucked dick, Teagan?”
“Yes. Aly too.”
“Good. Been fucked in the ass before?” Teagan was feeling humiliated by these questions.
“No. Neither has Aly.” Teagan shook her head.
“Ever been with a girl?” Teagan shook her head again.
“And Aly?” Joe asked, and took note of how she paused before responding.
“I don’t think so.”
“You sure about that? You wouldn’t be lying to us, would you?” Steve asked. Teagan hesitated for a moment before saying anything.
“Aly... Aly told me a while back she was curious and made out with another girl at a party, felt her up, but that was it.” Teagan looked deflated. Here she is, naked as a newborn in front of two very close people and four soon-to-be rapists, and she’s telling Aly’s secrets on camera.
“Okay. Ever been in a threesome?” Teagan paused, taking a deep breath between sobs.
“Once, with two guys.”
“And Aly?” The question came from the old man on the couch. Teagan turned to him, and he was definitely grabbing Aly’s tit.
“No.” The look of horror on Aly’s face combined with the apparent lust she could see from this man old enough to be her father or grandfather made her stomach turn.
“Good girl.” Joe said, condescendingly. “Since you’ve been so good, we’re going to be good to you. As much as we can. You’re going to keep following our instructions for the rest of the night. If you don’t listen, or if you try anything, it will end badly for you, Aly, and Blaine. Got it?” Teagan nodded. “Good. Don’t try to do anything stupid like bite anyone or scratch anyone. You do, and we’ll knock your teeth out and fuck you up real bad. Got it?” Teagan nodded again. “Good. Now, you’re gonna listen to my friend, and do what he says.” Joe motioned to Sam. She stared at the chubby man. He wore black pants, socks, and a balaclava to hide his face. Everyone else had ski masks which exposed the mouth, but the only thing visible on his head were his eyes. He was obviously recording with his phone.
“Walk over to me, and stop right here.” Sam pointed to a spot about a foot or so in front of him. Dejected, she walked over to him, slowly. She stopped right in front of him. She assumed she was about to blow this guy.
“On your knees.” Sam said.
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Re: The Club of Chester County: New Membership and Teagan and Aly
Chapter Tags: MF, oral
Content Warnings: Forced blowjob
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Sam gets his first action...
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A Little Mouth Action (Teagan and Aly)
“On your knees.” Sam said. She was right. Teagan cried again as she knelt down on the floor. It was carpet over basement concrete, not very comfortable to kneel on. Her eyes were staring down. She didn’t want to make eye contact, either with this man, his gut, or his dick.
“Look up.” Teagan slowly did as she was told and looked up. Past his hairy belly, she could see his masked face and a phone staring back at her.
“Ask me if you can suck my cock.” There it was. She had a feeling it was heading this way, but this sick bastard was going to make her ask for it.
“Can I suck your cock?” Teagan asked.
“I don’t know, can you?” Sam responded.
“Jesus fuck, man, what are you an English teacher?” Steve asked from across the room. He moved closer to Joe’s position, making sure that Blaine had an unobstructed view.
“May I suck your cock?” Teagan asked again.
“Say please.” Sam was enjoying this. He enjoyed it so much Teagan could feel him get hard through his pants.
“Please, sir, may I suck your cock?” Teagan on the verge of a breakdown, but so far she showed that she was made of stern stuff.
“Go ahead, you may suck my cock.” Sam told Teagan as tears streamed down her face. She reached up with shaking hands and grabbed the button on his pants. He’d foregone a belt today. She slipped the button out of the hole and pulled the pant flap to the side, exposing the zipper. She reached out tentatively with her right hand and grabbed the zipper. She pulled it down. God, she could feel his cock through his pants.
When the zipper was down, she grabbed the pants by the thighs and pulled down. As she did, she was greeted with a pair of boxers with a cock sticking straight up. The front of Sam’s boxers were coated with precum. Teagan reached out and pulled the boxers down, just trying to get this over with.
Sam’s cock was an average size cock, maybe 6” inches in length but with a little more girth than expected for that size.
“Go ahead, grab it and give it a kiss.” Sam was egging her on. Teagan dejectedly reached out with her right hand and grabbed his cock. It was warm and throbbing to her touch. Her hand barely wrapped around this dick. She stroked her arm up and down as she steeled herself for what she needed to do next.
Sam felt this young woman’s hand on his dick and almost nut right there, but he knew better. These men would never let him live it down. Plus, he got first choice of holes tonight, and a bitch’s hand wasn’t on the list.
Teagan stroked Sam’s dick for about 30 seconds before working up the nerve to straighten her back, raise her head, and lean in. She opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue. The head of Sam’s dick tasted salty and bitter. She licked the head of his dick a few times, hoping against all hope that this would be enough to get him off. It didn’t.
“Look up baby, into the camera.” Sam said to Teagan as she continued teasing his cock with her tongue. She raised her gaze to see a smartphone right above her. Her eyes were red with tears. Sam angled his dick at her mouth. “Take it all in, baby, and look at me.” She grabbed the shaft and directed it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue along the bottom of his cock, paying attention to the part right under the dickhead. She did this for a minute until she developed a rhythm of her own, moving her head back and forth, suck the chubby man’s cock. Sam reached out with one hand and grabbed the scrunchie she used to hold her hair in a ponytail, and pulled it out, letting her blonde hair fall completely down her shoulders.
“Oh, fuck baby, suck that dick.” Sam said, his dick going back and forth into Teagan’s beautiful mouth. She would go back and forth for about 20 or 30 seconds, then pause and catch her breath. This was the only thing that kept Sam from cumming down her throat right now. If she wasn’t stopping, he’d nut right here and now.
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To Be Continued quickly. This was a short chapter so I'll post another in a few minutes.
Content Warnings: Forced blowjob
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Sam gets his first action...
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A Little Mouth Action (Teagan and Aly)
“On your knees.” Sam said. She was right. Teagan cried again as she knelt down on the floor. It was carpet over basement concrete, not very comfortable to kneel on. Her eyes were staring down. She didn’t want to make eye contact, either with this man, his gut, or his dick.
“Look up.” Teagan slowly did as she was told and looked up. Past his hairy belly, she could see his masked face and a phone staring back at her.
“Ask me if you can suck my cock.” There it was. She had a feeling it was heading this way, but this sick bastard was going to make her ask for it.
“Can I suck your cock?” Teagan asked.
“I don’t know, can you?” Sam responded.
“Jesus fuck, man, what are you an English teacher?” Steve asked from across the room. He moved closer to Joe’s position, making sure that Blaine had an unobstructed view.
“May I suck your cock?” Teagan asked again.
“Say please.” Sam was enjoying this. He enjoyed it so much Teagan could feel him get hard through his pants.
“Please, sir, may I suck your cock?” Teagan on the verge of a breakdown, but so far she showed that she was made of stern stuff.
“Go ahead, you may suck my cock.” Sam told Teagan as tears streamed down her face. She reached up with shaking hands and grabbed the button on his pants. He’d foregone a belt today. She slipped the button out of the hole and pulled the pant flap to the side, exposing the zipper. She reached out tentatively with her right hand and grabbed the zipper. She pulled it down. God, she could feel his cock through his pants.
When the zipper was down, she grabbed the pants by the thighs and pulled down. As she did, she was greeted with a pair of boxers with a cock sticking straight up. The front of Sam’s boxers were coated with precum. Teagan reached out and pulled the boxers down, just trying to get this over with.
Sam’s cock was an average size cock, maybe 6” inches in length but with a little more girth than expected for that size.
“Go ahead, grab it and give it a kiss.” Sam was egging her on. Teagan dejectedly reached out with her right hand and grabbed his cock. It was warm and throbbing to her touch. Her hand barely wrapped around this dick. She stroked her arm up and down as she steeled herself for what she needed to do next.
Sam felt this young woman’s hand on his dick and almost nut right there, but he knew better. These men would never let him live it down. Plus, he got first choice of holes tonight, and a bitch’s hand wasn’t on the list.
Teagan stroked Sam’s dick for about 30 seconds before working up the nerve to straighten her back, raise her head, and lean in. She opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue. The head of Sam’s dick tasted salty and bitter. She licked the head of his dick a few times, hoping against all hope that this would be enough to get him off. It didn’t.
“Look up baby, into the camera.” Sam said to Teagan as she continued teasing his cock with her tongue. She raised her gaze to see a smartphone right above her. Her eyes were red with tears. Sam angled his dick at her mouth. “Take it all in, baby, and look at me.” She grabbed the shaft and directed it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue along the bottom of his cock, paying attention to the part right under the dickhead. She did this for a minute until she developed a rhythm of her own, moving her head back and forth, suck the chubby man’s cock. Sam reached out with one hand and grabbed the scrunchie she used to hold her hair in a ponytail, and pulled it out, letting her blonde hair fall completely down her shoulders.
“Oh, fuck baby, suck that dick.” Sam said, his dick going back and forth into Teagan’s beautiful mouth. She would go back and forth for about 20 or 30 seconds, then pause and catch her breath. This was the only thing that kept Sam from cumming down her throat right now. If she wasn’t stopping, he’d nut right here and now.
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Re: The Club of Chester County: New Membership and Teagan and Aly
Chapter Tags: MF, oral, nc
Content Warnings: Forced oral and stripping
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Ray's tired of waiting and goes for Aly...
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Aly’s Turn (Teagan and Aly)
Joe was enjoying the show between Sam and Teagan. Steve, standing next to him, asked him a question in a whisper.
“What’s the batting order? After these two, who’s next?”
“I’m QB’ing this show, so you can jump in after Ray. I’ll call the shots, but everyone will have their fun. Once he’s done with her mouth, it’s yours if you want it.”
Steve just nodded his head. Joe looked over to Ray on the couch, who was feeling up Aly. The two men made eye contact, and Joe nodded to Ray. That’s all he needed.
Ray wasn’t about screwing with this girl’s mind, he wanted to screw her. As soon as Joe nodded to him, he got to work. Ray, who was sitting next to Aly and feeling her up under her shirt, stopped and grabbed the bottom of her gray t-shirt and pulled it up, over top of her breasts. He held the shirt in his left hand and pulled it up, trying to clear Aly’s head. With his right hand, he pulled the dark blue bra that was covering her right tit down, exposing it. Ray wasted no time and sucked and bit on that tit like a prize was going to come out.
Aly tried to kick and get him off of her, but she was in an awkward position and when he bit down on her nipple, it hurt. A lot. This old man (Ray) was sucking on her nipple while pulling her shirt over her head. Now, she couldn’t see what was going on. But then she felt the shirt slide off of her shoulders and release from around her chin, then her nose and finally her head. Her shirt was now bunched around her bound wrists.
Ray had an idea. He took the bunched-up shirt and held it in the air. “Hey, mind giving me a hand for a minute?” Ray said to Steve. The tall man walked over to the couch. Ray handed him Aly’s shirt bunched up at her wrists.
“Hold this.” Steve held the shirt with his hands as he sat in the empty seat on the couch. Ray climbed on top of Aly and started kissing and biting her against her will, across her face, neck, and ears. She struggled underneath him to no avail. Ray reached underneath Aly as she tried to shake him off and undid her bra clasp. In a quick stroke, he had her dark blue bra undone and slid it up her arms. Steve grabbed it and held her arms down. He shifted positions and sat on her hands while he raised the cupholder section out of the way.
Aly’s tits splayed flat as she lay on her back. They were a healthy 34C, and her areolas covered a large area of her breasts, at least the size of a silver dollar. They were much larger and darker than Teagan’s nipples. Ray bit and sucked them with gusto as he made his way down her chest and then down her stomach.
Ray sat on her legs to keep her from kicking him. He reached his hands under her ample ass to pull her shorts off, but she fought him off surprisingly well. Ray thought about his next step for a brief moment. He looked across the room and saw Teagan give Sam a blowjob with more effort than he’d expect this early on. Maybe she hoped that getting him off would end this sooner.
Ray grabbed his hoodie and removed it, nearly taking his mask off in the process. He caught it before it escaped and reapplied it. He left his white undershirt on, as that covered up a tattoo he had. No sense in giving these women something to identify him with.
He reached onto his belt and unclipped a folding knife. Aly’s eyes caught the knife, and she panicked anew. She tried thrashing and pushing these men off of her, but it was no use. The tall one holding her hands was way too strong for her, and she didn’t have a good angle to get this old man off of her. Ray opened the knife, and held it in his right hand. He grabbed her sweat shorts with his left hand, right by her belly button. He pulled up on the shorts, and bunched up the fabric for her left leg with his thumb, creating a space to place the knife. He pulled up on the knife four times, each time cutting a bigger slash until all that was left was the waistband. One more tug, and the waistband was sliced in two. Ray repeated this process on the other other leg. Cut, cut, cut, slice. Soon, her shorts were cut to shreds and she was left there wearing only a pair of pink high cut briefs.
“What do you think? Shaved, trimmed, or hairy?” Ray asked no one in particular.
“I think trimmed.” Replied Steve.
“Hairy.” Said Joe. Aly looked at these men with fear and hatred. The fact that they were joking about how her pubic hair was maintained...
Ray grabbed panties by the inside of her right leg and pulled up, briefly exposing her pussy.
“Definitely not shaved. There’s some hair right there.” Ray pulled up as far as the fabric could go, giving her a severe cameltoe wedgie. He slipped the knife inside the opening and in a couple swift cuts sliced her panties open. Without changing his grip on her slashed underwear, he pulled up, getting his knife under the waistband by her right hip and sliced it. He did the same on the other side, then pulled the panties away. Aly’s dark brown pubic hair was shown for all to see.
“I win, what’s my prize?” Joe asked in a jovial manner.
“You get to watch me eat her out and fuck her first.” Ray said, as he put his knife back in his pants. He raised his right foot from the floor and placed it between Aly’s calves, then positioned his right knee between her thighs, so that he could force her legs open enough to get his head down in her pussy. Aly squirmed, trying to break free, but she didn’t have an angle to break free. Ray moved the bottom of his ski mask up to his brow, exposing his face as he was an inch from her vaginal opening. Aly couldn’t see his face, but felt his fingers pull her labia apart and the bristles from his beard as he buried his face into her most special place.
Ray savored the moment of first contact with Aly’s pussy. He deeply inhaled her aroma, moved his face around her beaver, and then eventually stuck his tongue out and licked her entrance. He slipped his tongue into her, doing his best Gene Simmons impression. After a minute of that, he licked around until he found her clit. He flicked her button several times, even eliciting an inhale and suppressed groan from her.
But Ray wasn’t trying to get her off, he just wanted to toy with her. He wanted to taste her, get her juices on his face, and make her smell her own sex while he raped her. Getting her off against her will would come later.
While Ray was eating Aly out, he used his left hand to undo his pants and he kicked off his shoes. In a matter of seconds, he was down to a plain undershirt and a pair of tighty whities. Another few seconds, and those were down his legs and off over his feet. He raised his head from her pussy and readjusted his mask.
Once naked from the waist down, Ray slid up from pussy eating position and lay on top of Aly, using his legs to stay between hers. He propped himself up with his left elbow on the couch by Aly’s head, and grabbed her hair with his left hand. He pulled her by the hair to see her face. With his right hand, he grabbed his cock and aimed it for her opening.
Ray loved this part, the look in a bitch’s eyes as she feels him enter her for the first time. The look of fear, panic, regret, and resignation, all rolled into one. It was his favorite look in the world.
And he saw that look as he pushed his 6 inches into her in one thrust.
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To Be Continued...
Content Warnings: Forced oral and stripping
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Ray's tired of waiting and goes for Aly...
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Aly’s Turn (Teagan and Aly)
Joe was enjoying the show between Sam and Teagan. Steve, standing next to him, asked him a question in a whisper.
“What’s the batting order? After these two, who’s next?”
“I’m QB’ing this show, so you can jump in after Ray. I’ll call the shots, but everyone will have their fun. Once he’s done with her mouth, it’s yours if you want it.”
Steve just nodded his head. Joe looked over to Ray on the couch, who was feeling up Aly. The two men made eye contact, and Joe nodded to Ray. That’s all he needed.
Ray wasn’t about screwing with this girl’s mind, he wanted to screw her. As soon as Joe nodded to him, he got to work. Ray, who was sitting next to Aly and feeling her up under her shirt, stopped and grabbed the bottom of her gray t-shirt and pulled it up, over top of her breasts. He held the shirt in his left hand and pulled it up, trying to clear Aly’s head. With his right hand, he pulled the dark blue bra that was covering her right tit down, exposing it. Ray wasted no time and sucked and bit on that tit like a prize was going to come out.
Aly tried to kick and get him off of her, but she was in an awkward position and when he bit down on her nipple, it hurt. A lot. This old man (Ray) was sucking on her nipple while pulling her shirt over her head. Now, she couldn’t see what was going on. But then she felt the shirt slide off of her shoulders and release from around her chin, then her nose and finally her head. Her shirt was now bunched around her bound wrists.
Ray had an idea. He took the bunched-up shirt and held it in the air. “Hey, mind giving me a hand for a minute?” Ray said to Steve. The tall man walked over to the couch. Ray handed him Aly’s shirt bunched up at her wrists.
“Hold this.” Steve held the shirt with his hands as he sat in the empty seat on the couch. Ray climbed on top of Aly and started kissing and biting her against her will, across her face, neck, and ears. She struggled underneath him to no avail. Ray reached underneath Aly as she tried to shake him off and undid her bra clasp. In a quick stroke, he had her dark blue bra undone and slid it up her arms. Steve grabbed it and held her arms down. He shifted positions and sat on her hands while he raised the cupholder section out of the way.
Aly’s tits splayed flat as she lay on her back. They were a healthy 34C, and her areolas covered a large area of her breasts, at least the size of a silver dollar. They were much larger and darker than Teagan’s nipples. Ray bit and sucked them with gusto as he made his way down her chest and then down her stomach.
Ray sat on her legs to keep her from kicking him. He reached his hands under her ample ass to pull her shorts off, but she fought him off surprisingly well. Ray thought about his next step for a brief moment. He looked across the room and saw Teagan give Sam a blowjob with more effort than he’d expect this early on. Maybe she hoped that getting him off would end this sooner.
Ray grabbed his hoodie and removed it, nearly taking his mask off in the process. He caught it before it escaped and reapplied it. He left his white undershirt on, as that covered up a tattoo he had. No sense in giving these women something to identify him with.
He reached onto his belt and unclipped a folding knife. Aly’s eyes caught the knife, and she panicked anew. She tried thrashing and pushing these men off of her, but it was no use. The tall one holding her hands was way too strong for her, and she didn’t have a good angle to get this old man off of her. Ray opened the knife, and held it in his right hand. He grabbed her sweat shorts with his left hand, right by her belly button. He pulled up on the shorts, and bunched up the fabric for her left leg with his thumb, creating a space to place the knife. He pulled up on the knife four times, each time cutting a bigger slash until all that was left was the waistband. One more tug, and the waistband was sliced in two. Ray repeated this process on the other other leg. Cut, cut, cut, slice. Soon, her shorts were cut to shreds and she was left there wearing only a pair of pink high cut briefs.
“What do you think? Shaved, trimmed, or hairy?” Ray asked no one in particular.
“I think trimmed.” Replied Steve.
“Hairy.” Said Joe. Aly looked at these men with fear and hatred. The fact that they were joking about how her pubic hair was maintained...
Ray grabbed panties by the inside of her right leg and pulled up, briefly exposing her pussy.
“Definitely not shaved. There’s some hair right there.” Ray pulled up as far as the fabric could go, giving her a severe cameltoe wedgie. He slipped the knife inside the opening and in a couple swift cuts sliced her panties open. Without changing his grip on her slashed underwear, he pulled up, getting his knife under the waistband by her right hip and sliced it. He did the same on the other side, then pulled the panties away. Aly’s dark brown pubic hair was shown for all to see.
“I win, what’s my prize?” Joe asked in a jovial manner.
“You get to watch me eat her out and fuck her first.” Ray said, as he put his knife back in his pants. He raised his right foot from the floor and placed it between Aly’s calves, then positioned his right knee between her thighs, so that he could force her legs open enough to get his head down in her pussy. Aly squirmed, trying to break free, but she didn’t have an angle to break free. Ray moved the bottom of his ski mask up to his brow, exposing his face as he was an inch from her vaginal opening. Aly couldn’t see his face, but felt his fingers pull her labia apart and the bristles from his beard as he buried his face into her most special place.
Ray savored the moment of first contact with Aly’s pussy. He deeply inhaled her aroma, moved his face around her beaver, and then eventually stuck his tongue out and licked her entrance. He slipped his tongue into her, doing his best Gene Simmons impression. After a minute of that, he licked around until he found her clit. He flicked her button several times, even eliciting an inhale and suppressed groan from her.
But Ray wasn’t trying to get her off, he just wanted to toy with her. He wanted to taste her, get her juices on his face, and make her smell her own sex while he raped her. Getting her off against her will would come later.
While Ray was eating Aly out, he used his left hand to undo his pants and he kicked off his shoes. In a matter of seconds, he was down to a plain undershirt and a pair of tighty whities. Another few seconds, and those were down his legs and off over his feet. He raised his head from her pussy and readjusted his mask.
Once naked from the waist down, Ray slid up from pussy eating position and lay on top of Aly, using his legs to stay between hers. He propped himself up with his left elbow on the couch by Aly’s head, and grabbed her hair with his left hand. He pulled her by the hair to see her face. With his right hand, he grabbed his cock and aimed it for her opening.
Ray loved this part, the look in a bitch’s eyes as she feels him enter her for the first time. The look of fear, panic, regret, and resignation, all rolled into one. It was his favorite look in the world.
And he saw that look as he pushed his 6 inches into her in one thrust.
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To Be Continued...