…He paused as he heard voice coming from the trail.
“Shhhhh!” Leon said as he pushed the girl to her knees, “You make a sound and I’m going to kill your entire family.”
He took a pair of zipcords out of his envelope pocket and quickly bound the teens hands behind her back, and then did the same to her ankles. This one he didn’t want to give the chance to run.
“Now you just be a good little cunt and stay on your knees, while I go fetch your little brother. You make a sound and I can promise you the little bastard is as good as dead.” He gave one of her round, soft, and firm breasts a squeeze and then disappeared into the camper.
Bailey knelt on the ground and wept. The hard plastic of the zip ties cut painfully into her wrists and ankles. She was shaking with fear, she was shaking with anticipation, she was shaking with the force of her endless sobbing.
Her tear filled eyes were focused on the trail as she listened to the sound of her parent’s voices echo out of the woods. She wanted to cry, she wanted to yell out a warning, but he was in the cabin, with her little brother and besides that, she didn’t know if she could yell.
She felt totally exposed as she knelt on the ankle-deep grass, naked, she was completely naked, and her parents were coming. Her little brother was coming. The Black man was coming back.
He beat her parents and placed her little brother on the grass next to her, his arms bound behind his back, wearing nothing but his little white briefs. His blonde hair was still covered with cowlicks. He was gagged, with one of her father’s socks, and crying just as hard as she was.
Leon knelt behind the little boy and pressed the gun against his head.
“Hi there,” he said, cheerfully enough, as their parents turned the bend around the lake and emerged from the forest. “I bet you weren’t expecting to see this.”
“No, no,” Leon said as he pressed the gun a little harder against the boy’s head. “It’s best that you don’t touch that cell phone. In fact, it’s best that you don’t speak at all.”
He followed the father’s gaze as he looked over to Bailey. “Now don’t worry, your little girl is still a virgin. Why don’t you two come a little closer, we can have a little family reunion.”
Leon pulled back the little boys hair just to show them how serious he was, “What’s the boy’s name?”
“Kyle. He’s six,” Bailey’s father said, trying his best to stay calm. “And that’s my daughter Bailey.”
“I already had made her acquaintance.”
“It was her birthday yesterday.” He father said as he held his arms in the air and walked over to his children. He was, as far as Leon was concerned, the typical white suburban father. Khaki shorts, a blue t-shirt, and closely cropped gray hair.
“No shit? How old?” Leon said and motioned to the ground with his .45.
“Sixteen.” He father said as he lowered himself to his knees a few feet from Bailey and Kyle.
“Daddy’s little girl,” Leon said and slowly stood up, his pistol pointed at the mother. She was younger than the father, a blonde bombshell, taller and more curvy than Bailey was. She must have been a looker in her day. Hell, she was still a looker. Long pale legs and khaki shorts with a white tank top, ankle socks and pink running shoes.
“And what about you, trophy wife? What’s your name?” Leon said as he pointed the 1911 at the mother.
“J-Jennifer,” she was fighting back tears.
He tossed a pair of zip ties to the mother. He always carried them with him, just in case. Not that he ever had the opportunity to use them, but one never knew.
“Why don’t you be a good wife and make sure your husbands hands are bound good and tight behind his back. It would be the best way to make sure that you all get out of here alive.”
Jennifer nodded, the tears had made it to the surface. She slowly bound her husband’s hands behind his back. It was difficult, she was shaking almost uncontrollably. “What’s his name?”
“B-bobby, he’s an attorney. We have money, if that’s what you want?”
“Shit, I have money. I know I don’t look like much, but money isn’t anything I need to worry about.” Leon circled around the family and stopped in front of Jennifer.
He pointed his .45 at her. “I think your daughter is a little uncomfortable being the only one naked around here.”
Jennifer looked from her husband to her daughter, who was still a mess of uncontrollable tears. Leon wondered vaguely what her reaction was going to be when he killed her family in front of her. But that would come later. Right now he had his toys and he wanted to play with them. A white girl young enough to be his daughter and another young enough to be his granddaughter. He couldn’t ask for more. He was really going to enjoy himself.
Leon sighed when Jennifer stood for a little too long, shaking with fear. “Which one do I have to kill to make you show me your tits?” He pointed his pistol at Bailey and pulled the trigger.
The teen screamed as the round shot past her, missing her by well over a foot.
“Look at that,” Leon said as he watched the trickle of piss run down the teen’s legs. “You’re little girl as gone and pissed herself.”
He cocked the pistol, “the next one isn’t going to miss.”
Jennifer had her top off and over her head before Leon could blink. Her shaky hands worked the buttons of her tight khaki shorts and quickly yanked them down around her ankles.
She stood awkwardly, shaking with fear as Leon circled around her. She wasn’t exactly naked yet. She was still dressed in her bra and panties, nice lace numbers, a thong, not nearly as small as the one that he had caught her daughter in. She was curvy and as far as Leon could tell, just as pale as her daughter, no doubt afraid of how the sun would age her pretty white skin.
“Now I didn’t tell you to stop. Your daughter ain’t wearing a stitch of close.”
Jennifer nodded, too distraught to speak. She started with her top and slowly reached behind her back and unclasped the white lace bra. She hesitated for a moment and then slipped it off her shoulders.
She had nice breasts. She had large breasts with only the hint of a sag. She had natural breasts with puffy pink nipples a few shades darker than her daughter’s.
She nodded, even though Leon hadn’t said anything, and rolled her thong down her long legs to her ankles, and then stepped out of them. She stood up again, her arms covering her virtues as she cried. Her eyes were focused at the ground.
Leon licked his lips as Jennifer took a deep breath and slowly put her arms by her side. She had a small line of blond hair between her legs, no more than a stick of chewing gum and neatly trimmed. It was sort of disappointing, sort of. Leon had been hopping that she was just as bald down there as her darling daughter.
“Keep going,” Leon said as he nodded to her shoes and socks. He waited patiently for her to take them off.
“Now you are a pretty thing.” He said as he circled around the woman and gave her a hard slap on her ass.
“That’s a cute little boy you have there.” Leon pointed his .45 at the little blond boy.
“Please don’t hurt him.”
“Do you think I’m a monster?” Leon asked as he put the .45 back in his pocket. He took his rifle off his shoulder and rested it against the camper as he circled the family.
“There are things that traumatize people. There are things that people see and do that will scar them for life.” Leon pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket. He had considered killing the child right then and there, but thought better of it. They would probably be more complacent if he let them think they were going to make it out of this alive.
He knelt behind the boy and tied the handkerchief around his head, blindfolding him. Leon slowly stood up again. He fixed his eyes at the father. He licked his lips.
Leon pulled his .45 out of his pocket again and pointed it at the mother. “I want you to pick up those cute little panties of yours and put them in your husband’s mouth and then I want you to take one of your shoe laces and tie it in place.”
Jennifer nodded and as she worked to free her shoelace from her little pink running shoes. Leon used the lull to drag a cheap collapsible lawn chair over to the little family reunion. By the time the mother was tying the panty gag in place, he had stretched Bailey’s towel on the ground, not far from the teenaged daughter.
“Is the gag good and tight?”
Jennifer nodded, shaking and sobbing.
“Why don’t you help dear old dad to his feet and pull down those shorts of his.” Jennifer nodded again and pulled her husband to her feet. She paused for a moment and looked over to her daughter, and then, with shaking hands, pulled her husband’s shorts down around his ankles.
“Those boxers too. I want to see if your husband gets hard when he watches a nigger rape one of his pretty blond girls.”
“Oh God.” Jennifer nodded and pulled her husband’s boxers down around his ankles.
“Help him into the seat. I want him to get a good view.”
He waited until the husband was sitting in the collapsible lawn chair. What was his name, Bobby? Leon couldn’t remember, not that it mattered, the man didn’t have long to live.
“Why don’t you be a good girl and stretch out on that beach towel,” Leon said as he pulled out his long, fat, Black cock.
“Spread your legs,” he said as he lowered himself to the ground and traced his .45 up Jennifer’s flat stomach her soft, white breasts.
“Have you ever been fucked by a nigger before?” He asked as he climbed on top of the mother and pulled her arms above her head. He put his .45 on the ground and took a zip tie out of his envelope pocket.
“N-no,” Jennifer said with a sob as he bound her wrists together.
“Well today if your lucky day, isn’t it?” Leon said as he holstered his .45 and took a moment to grab one of Jennifer’s breasts.
“Eh!” The blond let out a cry as he pushed his long, fat black cock into her with one hard thrust.
“Bitch is nice and tight,” Leon said as he licked his way up Jennifer’s neck and teased her nipple with his thumb as he gave her breast a squeeze. “I ain’t never fucked no white cunt before.”
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