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   OFF THE BEATEN PATH ( Little girl joggers nightmare )

   PART 1 OF 2



   BY RodCruel alterego85230@msn.com

   ( M g g inter spank rough sad tort rape )







   [ The Town ]



   Allysha Williams had little time to attend to her two daughters Calista
who just turned 10 years old, and her very pretty younger 8 year old sister
Lynelle.  The girls daddy had left them years earlier leaving their mother
Allysha with little in the way of financial support to raise them.  As a
matter of fact the bum was more of a draw on any money she could earn
rather then a contributor.

   Allysha had been a worker most of her life and now as a single mom with
two young girls, she had to earn enough money to support them and herself.
The Williams family lived in a rural racially segregated by choice part of
town.  The black families kept mainly to themselves and were very wary of
the white people.  Past racially motivated incidents causing great harm to
the black folks made them cautious, and there was good reason for their
wariness, since the old sheriff and his deputy were both white and had
never taken the side of any of the black families who in large part were
the victims.  Most of the crimes committed against them involved their
little girls who were being abducted and raped.  In a few cases the little
girls went missing and have still not been accounted for.  Those who did
manage to return home told of horrible things being done to them by one of
the towns richest and most influential white men.  His name was Phil Mason
and he owned many acres of beautiful land with large fruit trees and a
little fresh water brook that ran across it.

   It was the lure of his private land with its fruit trees and cool water
brook that attracted the little girls, especially since the evil Phil Mason
had a jogging path that ran across his land along side of that clear water
brooklet.  Mr.  Mason knew the children of the town would sneak onto his
land and use his private jogging path and climb up on his fruit trees and
even swim in the brook.  So he posted signs that said "private property
keep off violators will be severely punished".  The black community also
had a jogging path but it wasn't anywhere as alluring as the path that ran
across Phil Masons property.

   The towns schools were naturally desegregated and both races attended,
it was there that the little black girls heard about how fantastic it was
to jog on the path that ran across Mr.  Masons land.  When the little black
girls asked about those no trespass signs the little white girls only
laughed and said,

   "Oh those silly things, we ignore them and nobody ever chased us away"

   So it was established in their minds that they too could jog on that
path if they were brave enough and all those stories of rape were probably
lies just to keep them away.  Actually those little girls that were indeed
raped were told by their mothers never to tell anybody what happened to
them.  They were afraid of the consequences involved in being caught
trespassing on private property, especially when that property belonged to
Mr.  Phil Mason who they knew held enormous power over the entire town.

   When little 10 year old Calista told her mother Allysha about what the
white girls said in class about jogging on Mr.  Masons jogging path, her
mother nearly hit the ceiling and scolded her for even thinking such a
thought.  She told both Calista and her 8 year old daughter Lynelle never
ever to go jogging on private property owned by Mr.  Mason.  She told then
that he was an evil white man that would do the most awful things to them
if he ever caught them on his land and made both little girls promise her
that they wouldn't go anywhere near his land.

   That Sunday like most Sundays Mrs.  Williams and her two little
daughters dressed themselves in their short jogging pants and set out for a
morning run.  They drove over to the jogging path in the park which was on
the boarder line separating the colored section of town from Phil Masons
private property.  They began their jog from the parks parking lot and ran
all along the path which took them past all the parks benches and water
fountains, then past the baseball field and moved along the picnic area to
a tree lined stretch that led onto a steep hilly section.  Once the path
leveled out they jogged along a section that ran adjacent to Mr.  Masons
private property but at the same time ran adjacent to Mr.  Masons private
Jogging path.  The comparisons between the jogging path they were on and
the Jogging path that lay on the other side of the property line was stark.
There was no denying the contrast between the two jogging paths.  The
Jogging path on the Mason property was lined with beauty on either side and
then there was the cool water of that brook that ran along side of the
path, and all those fruit trees, it was a delight.  Those joggers that ran
along the path that Allysha and her two daughters were on sometimes stopped
to gaze at the so called forbidden fruit of the private property jogging
path.

   When both little 10 year old Calista and her 8 year old sister Lynelle
also stopped Allysha who was ahead of them had to stop turn back and yell
at them.

   "Now don't you two children get any funny ideas in your heads, I told
you about that place and made you both promise not to go jogging there.  If
you disobey me and get caught trespassing by Mr.  Mason what ever he does
to you will be your fault.  Now move your little behinds and lets finish
our run, come on now girls lets go"

   Soon all three were jogging once again along the path they started on,
and after running for nearly 35 minutes they finally made it back to the
parking lot and after toweling off got back in the car and drove home.

   The next day Monday, both Calista and her sister Lynelle once again met
with their white girl friends and told them they went jogging with their
mother.  They said they were looking over at Mr.  Mason's private Jog path
and how they really wanted to go there but were afraid of getting caught.
Their friends said nobody ever stopped them from jogging there even though
it was private property.  But Calista said maybe they weren't stopped
because they were white and that if she and her sister tried it she was
afraid they would be punished or even raped like the stories they heard
from their mother.  That's when the two white girls began to giggle and
then said.

   "Getting raped might be fun for you, don't all little black girls like
getting raped?"

   Then they laughed out loud and walked away leaving the two sisters
standing there looking at each other, until little 8 year old Lynelle said,

   "Why did they say that?  is being raped fun?  the way mommy talked it
was a bad thing to get raped"

   Calista said,

   "Oh don't listen to those girls they don't like us anyhow cause we're
black, anyhow I don't really know how it feels to be raped I never spoke to
anyone who was actually raped all I heard was rumors and stuff"

   But that night when the two sisters were in bed they continued to talk
to one another.  the images of that private jogging path and those fruit
trees and the thought of taking their shoes and socks off and dangling
their feet in the cool water of that little brook kept them awake.  They
continued whispering to one another about their conversation on Monday when
they spoke with their two white girl friends and the talk about rape.  The
two sisters were touching themselves in bed and wondering if it really did
feel good to be raped like their white girl friends said, or if it was
something terrible like their mommy told them.

   The next day Tuesday when they went to school they were teased by their
two white girls friends about sneaking over onto the private property of
Mr. Mason and getting raped.  The teasing went on for the rest of the week
until on Friday 10 year old Calista said,

   "If I wanna I could sneak onto Mr.  Mason's property and take my little
sister with me d we're not afraid of that old man, besides we can run a lot
faster then him, we go jogging lots of times"

   Their two white girl friends then said,

   "Ah your just saying that, but I bet your scared to go there, we dare
you to"

   With her little 8 year old sister Lynelle looking at her, Calista said
to them,

   "Well you just wait and see I'll even climb up on his cherry tree and
bring both of you back a bunch of cherries that'll prove it to you so
there"

   When they were alone little Lynelle said to her older sister,

   "You were only making believe right?  I mean we're really not going to
do it are we?  Mommy would kill us if she found out"

   But Calista just shrugged her shoulders and said,

   "You know if we really did go there and I climbed up on one of that old
white mans fruit trees you could bring our camera and take pictures, that
would really shut their mouths wouldn't it"

   Her little 8 year old sister was beginning to think that Calista was
actually thinking of going onto the private property of Mr.  Mason.  The
thought of it frightened her but it also excited her.

   That evening at dinner Allysha Williams told her daughters she had to
work on Saturday and they would have to be by themselves for the whole day.
When the two little girls went to bed that Friday night the events of the
past day ran thru their minds.  From the encounter and teasing by their
white school friends, to the dare that was made and then the announcement
by their mother that they would be by themselves all day on Saturday.  They
whispered to one another in bed about rape and about the private property
signs that said keep out violators will be severely punished.  They thought
about that beautiful private jogging path right along side of that great
cool water brook, and all those fruit trees.  The two girls were so excited
about what they were talking about they could hardly fall asleep.  But it
was Friday night and that meant they didn't have to get up early for
school, so when Saturday morning arrived and Mrs.  Williams left for work
allowing both her daughters to sleep late, they awoke and had the entire
day to themselves.













   [ Consequences of taking the dare ]









   From the moment they awoke both Mrs.  Williams little daughters knew
what they would be doing that day.  They seemed to sense it without even
discussing it, they had a light breakfast and then pulled their very short
jogging pants over their little cotton panties.  They both wore cotton tee
shirts to cover their chests, even though Calista was 10 years old she was
kind of small breasted and really had no need of a training bra.  So both
she and little 8 year old Lynelle had nothing on over their little titties
except for their pretty colored cotton tee shirts that said "less bounce to
the ounce" they took empty plastic water bottles with them and little
Lynelle grabbed her little camera and put it in her jogging bag with the
empty water bottles.

   The parks jogging path was about five miles from where they lived and
since Mrs.  Williams went to work, the two girls had to take the local bus
to the park.  When they arrived they could see from the big clock at the
top of the recreation parks main building which housed the rest rooms and
showers, it was 9:00Am.  They filled their plastic drinking water bottles
from the water fountain and set out on their run.  It took nearly 20
minutes before they arrived at the same point they were at on Sunday and
just like then a clear view of Mr.  Phil Mason's property appeared before
them.  There it was the always alluring private jogging path their white
girl friends dared them to run on.  This time for some reason the signs
that said "private property keep off" and the other signs that said "no
trespassing violators severely punished" seemed so much larger to them.

   But the two little girls hadn't come this far to be thwarted by some
signs their school friends said that they ignored, and after all a dare was
a dare and they weren't going to back down especially when Calista told
them they weren't afraid of some old white man who couldn't run as fast as
they could.  The only concern she had which was only momentary was that her
younger sister looked a bit frightened, she too was just bit hesitant.  But
once both girls climbed over the short perimeter fence and landed on the
other side their fears were replaced by the excitement of the moment.

   although the Mason private property was beautiful to look at and had all
those wonderful fruit trees and shrubs and acres of manicured grass along
the private Jogging path.  There were a few deep gully's, some of those
ravines could injure a person who wasn't careful when running off the
jogging path.  So the two sisters started out from the small fence and ran
across the grass towards the private jogging path.  When they reached it
they were nearly out of breath not so much from the short run but from the
thrill and excitement of finally seeing up close what they in the past
could only view from the park.  Calista just stood their catching her
breath and said to her sister,

   "Oh look at it Lynelle just look at it, isn't it wonderful?  did you
ever see anything so beautiful?  come lets go to the little brook it looks
so clear I bet we can see down to the bottom of it, come lets toss some
rocks in it."

   Little 8 year old Lynelle was just as excited as her older sister and
suddenly all their previous concerns about what their mother told them, and
all those rumors of little black girls being raped by that old white man
seemed to leave them and were replaced by the thrill of the moment.  Here
they were actually on Mr.  Masons private jogging path moving to the clear
water brook they could only previously dream about.

   They contented themselves for the moment with tossing little pebbles
into the brook and watching the splashes they made.  Then Calista said,

   "Come on Lynelle lets jog along the path past the fruit trees I want to
climb on the first big cherry tree and pick a bunch of cherries to bring to
those two white girls and show them that we weren't afraid of that old Mr.
Mason, and you can take some pictures of me on the cherry tree to prove it"


   Lynelle nodded her head and said,

   "Ok but can we go after that?  I don't want anything bad to happen and I
don't want Mommy to find out we were here"

   Calista said ok, but you know I bet those two white girls will really be
surprised at the pictures of me you take.  Especially when I hand them a
bunch of cherries from Mr.  Masons own cherry tree, then they wont think
they're the only girls who could go jogging on his private property.

   The property was a bit hillier then they first thought and as they
jogged they found that once they got to the rise of one of the hills they
could actually see Mr.  Masons home.  It was off in the distance and looked
large and beautiful like something they saw in their mothers magazines of
rich peoples homes.

   Once they moved down the hill their view of the Mason home disappeared
from their view.  But soon they could see the fruit trees that lined most
of the path they were jogging on.  When Calista saw the large cherry tree
she got all excited and shouted to little Lynelle,

   "OH LOOK!  LOOK!  LOOK AT THAT CHERRY TREE WOW!  JUST LOOK AT HOW MANY
CHERRIES THERE ARE, COME ON I WANNA CLIMB ON IT"

   Lynelle was just a bit hesitant but had her camera out of her jogging
bag and followed her older sister to the large fruit baring cherry tree. 
When the two sisters got close to the tree they noticed that the lowest
branch was just too high for Calistas reach.  So she had to stand on her
little sisters shoulders in order to reach it.  Once she did that it was
just a matter of moving from branch to branch for her to reach the branches
that were higher up and had all those red ripe cherries just waiting to be
plucked.  She used her jogging pouch to carry the cherries she had begun
plucking off the branches and told Lynelle to take pictures of her while
she was doing it.  She turned to look down and smile at the camera when her
foot slipped off the branch she was perched on and she began falling she
dropped the cherry filled pouch and it tumbled down to the ground.  As she
fell she tried grabbing onto any branch that would support her but each
branch she tried to grab wasn't strong enough to support her and she just
continued slipping down from one branch to another.  She cried out as her
upper and inner thighs were being scraped by the twigs of each succeeding
branch she slid onto.

   "OUCH!  OWW, OWW, OWWW OUCH!"

   As she slid down the large cherry tree little Lynelle screamed.

   "Oh my god Calista Calista don't fall, don't fall Oh my God!"

   But there was nothing either of the two sisters could do to prevent the
older girl from tumbling down from branch to branch and finally landing
hard and awkwardly on her ankles and twisting them.  She lay there sobbing
and rubbing her bruised inner thighs and her little round firm ass cheeks,
she tried to stand up but there was too much pain in her ankles and she
just sat there crying.  After a few minutes she turned to her little sister
and said,

   "Lynelle your going to have to go back and get somebody to help me, my
ankles hurt me too much and I cant stand up on them"

   Lynelle was crying and said,

   "But what if nobody will come with me, what if they don't want to go on
the private property?  Oh Calista what will happen if nobody wants to come
back with me?"

   Calista was crying also and said<

   "Just go Lynelle just go and try hard its too far for me to walk I need
somebody to help me please hurry, go on just try hard"

   Lynelle cried and cried but finally left her sister by the cherry tree
and started on her way back to the park, she followed the same path back
that they used to get to the jogging path and fruit trees.  She ran down
the same gully and back up the hill that had the view of Mr.  Masons house,
only this time the view she saw made her scream out in shock,

   "AEEIIIIIEEEEEE!  Oooooooh Nooooooooooooo!"

   She screamed when before her eyes stood Mr.  Phil Mason,

   "What are you doing here on my property you bad little girl huh?  didn't
they teach you how to read in school?  well?  didn't they?"

   Little Lynelle was panic stricken and couldn't answer him, she just
stood their in front of him shaking all over and sniffling.  Phil Mason
grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her then said,

   "You better answer me little girl or I'll have to give you a very hard
spanking and maybe pull your panties down too, you want me to do that? 
huh? well do you?"

   His hands sliding from her shoulders to her waist.

   Lynelle continued sobbing and shook her head from side to side mumbling,

   "No mister Mason don't spank me please we're sorry really we are, we're
very sorry it was those other girls they dared us to come here"

   Phil looked at her and then said,

   "We?  you said we're sorry, who's the we?  you here on my private
property with someone else?"

   Little Lynelle now able to speak without mumbling and realizing her
mistake had no alternative but to answer him and said,

   "Its my older sister and she fell off the big cherry tree and hurt her
ankles, and scraped herself, she's back there by those trees"

   Phil grabbed the frightened little girl by her hand and said,

   "Ok come on show me where she is"

   The two of them set out to find Calista with little Lynelle leading the
way.  It didn't take very long before she came into view, there she was
sitting with her back against the very tree she fell from.  She was rubbing
the inside of her upper thighs that had been scraped by the twiggy branches
when she started falling.  When she heard Lynelle shout out,

   "Calista Mr.  Mason caught me trying to get help"

   Calista couldn't believe her eyes.  There was her little sister being
pulled along by the very man they were supposed to avoid at all costs.  Her
heart pounded and the only words coming from her mouth were,

   "Oh my god!  Oh my god!"

   She tried to stand up and run but knew there were two things preventing
her.  One was her sprained ankles and the other was that her little 8 year
old sister Lynelle was being held by the grey haired white man who all
little black girls feared the most, Mr.  Phil Mason.  She began to stutter
and mumble and said,

   " uhh ummm uh I uhhh I uhhhhh fell, please Mr.  Mason I uhhh I ummm I'm
sorry please let my little sister go she's only 8 years old and she only
came because of me, it was those white girls in school that were teasing us
and dared us to come here Please Mr.  Mason I promise we'll never come here
again oh wont you please let us go please!"

   But Phil had a surprise for both of them, a surprise that would cause
both of them especially 10 year old Calista to tremble with fear and
regret. He said,

   "I know all about the dare you speak of little girl, you see those two
white girls as you refer to them are my housemaids daughters Janette and
Brenda.  They have been telling me all about you two children especially
what you said about me, remember?  well let me remind you.  You said,

   "If I wanna I could sneak onto Mr.  Mason's property and take my little
sister with me d we're not afraid of that old man.  Well remember now huh?"

   Calista began to cry along with little Lynelle and then she managed to
say,

   "I didn't meant it please Mister Mason please I didn't mean it I only
said in because Janette and Brenda were teasing us that's why honest"

   Phil was enjoying every minute of the two little black girls discomfort
and obvious fear, in his mind he envisioned the sexual pain he was planning
for both of them.  His cock was already tenting his blue jeans and he had
to reach between his thighs to adjust it so that it didn't lay in such an
uncomfortable position.  Both Lynelle and Calista saw what he was doing but
really didn't understand it, they only knew it was a naughty thing and they
became even more alarmed.

   Mason said,

   "Ok Calista stand up and put your arm around my neck and I'll help you
walk back to my house and Lynelle you can stand on your sisters other side
and help her too"

   Calista immediately said,

   "Why do we have to go to your house?  cant you take us back to the park?
ohhhh please Mister Mason my mommy will be mad at us if she knew we were
here please let us go back to the park please, please mister Mason wont you
please let us go?"

   Mason once again reached between his thighs to further adjust his
hardened cock, he naturally had no intentions of letting his catch go.  It
was just so thrilling for him to see and hear their fear and his plans for
their punishment was his primary goal.  So he increased the little black
girls fear by saying,

   "No I'm not going to take you back to the park, your both coming with me
to my house and then down to my basement for your punishments"

   At hearing the ominous threat to them both girls screamed and cried,

   "Noooooooo!!!!!puhhhhh leazzzeeeeee!  noooooo we're sorry!  don't do bad
things to us Noooooooo ohhhhhhhh pleeeeeeeease, they wailed"

   But all their pleading had no effect on the outcome, Phil Mason grabbed
Calista's arm and put it around his shoulder and now with the little
sobbing lynelle holding her sisters other arm they began heading back to
his house and the awful punishments the two little girls would have to
endure.













   [ Those awful rumors turned out to be true ]









   The two sisters were crying all the way from that cherry tree, then down
the ravines and up the hills, past Mister Masons jogging path and the fresh
water brook.  Then finally to his large cottage where little 10 year old
Calista was forced to hobble along on her sore twisted ankle, and where her
pulse raced and her heart pounded when she saw the long flight of stairs
that led down to Mister Masons dungeon basement.  This time little 8 year
old Lynelle began crying for her mommy,

   "Waaaaaaaaaah!  Waaaaaaah!  I want my mommy I want my mommy!  Mommy! 
mommy!  mommy!  help us Waaaaaaaaah!"

   Then hearing her little sister crying so hard Calista began crying also
and begging the grey haired white man they feared so much to let them go,

   "Ohhhhh mister Mason wont you please let us go ohhhhhhh pleeeeeeeeease
don't do bad things to us we're good girls we're really sorry for going on
your jogging path"

   By now both little children were standing in Phil's basement dungeon
with the door locked shut.  They were holding onto each other and their
little bodies were trembling at all the strange things their eyes saw and
those other things that weren't so strange like the wall of whips and
spanking paddles and floggers and those hanging chains.  Now they knew that
those stories they heard were true after all and that they were going to
suffer terrible pain and then experience what rape felt like.

   Phil took his time there was no rush at all, he had the two little black
girls all to himself down in his basement, and although his hard cock was
aching to rape them he wanted to savor the moment.  He walked around them
while they trembled and sobbed and begged.  Then grabbed little lynelle
away from her older sister Calista and dragged her over to one of the
straight back chairs that he used for spankings and straddle raping.  He
made her sit on it and then while she protested and cried he pulled both
her arms behind the back of the chair and tied them by her wrists.  She
screamed and cried while she struggled.

   "OH NO!  OH NO!  WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  NOOOO NOOOO STOP MISTER STOP DON'T
TIE ME UP HELP MOMMY!  MOMMY!  MOMMY!  "

   Calista screamed,

   "LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE DON'T TIE HER LIKE THAT SHE'S ONLY 8 YEARS OLD
LEAVE HER ALONE!  LET US GO LET US GO!"

   Phil shouted back at her,

   "SHUT UP LITTLE GIRL BOTH OF YOU ARE GOING TO BE PUNISHED AND I'M GOING
TO MAKE SURE YOU HAVE PLENTY TO CRY ABOUT"

   Calista just stood there on her sore ankles and cried and cried and
cried,

   "Waaaaaaaaaaah!  Waaaaaaaaaaaah!  Waaaaaaaaaah!"

   She had nearly forgotten the pain she felt between her legs from the
scraping her inner thighs received when she slid down all those cherry tree
branches.  But instinctively as she cried she had begun to rub them.  Phil
Mason saw her hands rubbing the inside of her thighs and moved closer to
get a better look.  It was then that he noticed a blushing tone to her dark
skin all along her upper and inner thighs.  He said,

   "Why are you rubbing yourself like that little girl, take your hands
away so I can see what you have there"

   Calista sobbed and said,

   "I hurt myself when I fell down from the tree, the branches and twigs
scraped my thighs and now they hurt me"

   Phil said,

   "Take your hands Away I want to see for myself"

   Calista dropped her hands to her sides and continued to sob as she
watched Phil Masons eyes looking between her legs at her bruised inner
thighs.  Phil reached out with his right hand and put it between her thighs
and moved the palm along her thighs from just about mid thigh all the way
up as far as it could go stopping only when he felt the fabric of her short
jogging pants that covered her little pussy area.  He began to squeeze the
bruised flesh harder each time his hand moved up and down her inner thighs
causing the terrified girl to cry out in pain,

   "Yowwwwwwww!  Ouch!  Pleeeeease stop Owwweeeeeeee!  pleeeeeease mister
Mason your hurting me Ooooouchhhh!  it hurts"

   Then from the seat against the wall that she was bound to, little 8 year
old Lynelle began shouting,

   "STOP HURTING MY SISTER YOUR JUST A VERY BAD MAN, AND I'M GONNA TELL MY
MOMMY ON YOU, YOU BETTER LEAVE US ALONE AND LET US GO"

   Phil turned his head from Calista to her little sister Lynelle and said,

   "If I stop hurting your sister then I'll just have to hurt you instead
is that what you want me to do?  huh?  well is it?"

   Suddenly the little 8 year old girl was faced with a dilemma she
inadvertently caused by her outburst and didn't really know how to respond
to the question.  On the one hand she certainly didn't want the grey haired
white man to hurt her and on the other hand she couldn't stand to see her
sister Calista being hurt by him.  So she lowered her head and cried, but
remained silent.  It was Calista who could see that Lynelle was in mental
anguish, so she said,

   "Oh mister pleeeeeease let us go wont you pleeeeeease let us go we
promise never ever to come here again honest mister pleeeeease oh
pleeeeeease let us go"

   By now Phil Masons cock was ready to burst through his jeans and he
needed to satisfy his sadistic nature as well as satisfy his lust.  So he
turned his attention back to the older sister and said,

   "I told you before and I'm telling you again, your both gonna be
punished now get those little pants off.  I wanna see how far those bruises
go, I just bet they go all the way onto your little pussy.  Now don't let
me tell you again take those little jogging pants off and I mean right now
or I'll take them off myself and when I do I'll just go ahead and take your
little panties off too.  Then I'll spank your ass and your pussy too, I bet
that will hurt you a lot more than some old twiggy branches"

   With trembling fingers and teary eyes the frightened 10 year old girl
began to unbutton and slide the zipper down that held her jogging shorts
up. She sniffed and sobbed but could now see her words were not going to
spare her nor her poor little 8 year old sister from the cruelness of this
old white mans known sadistic ways.  When she slid her pants down and
stepped out of them she was left standing before him wearing her pretty red
cotton tee shirt that said "less bounce to the ounce" and her little white
cotton panties.  Her tee shirt was the same one her sister Lynelle was
wearing, only Lynelle's was Yellow instead of red and had the same words
written across the front "less bounce to the ounce".  Phil Mason promised
himself he would test just how flat chested these two preteen black girls
were under those shirts.

   He licked his lips while looking at her little panties and then sat down
on the other armless straight back chair and said,

   "Now you can pull your panties off and when they're off you can get your
little ass on my lap so I can find out just how high those bruises on your
thighs go"

   From the other armless straight back chair that Lynelle was bound to,
she could only sit and stare at the terrible spectacle happening to her
sister before her teary eyes.  She was much too frightened to yell out like
she did earlier for fear of getting beaten and maybe even raped.  By now
Calista was certain both she and her young sister would be beaten and
raped. She thought she would simply die of embarrassment if her two white
school friends, the ones she knew now as the daughters of Mister Masons
housemaid Janette and Brenda ever knew she and lynelle were actually going
to be punished or even raped.

   She tried to hold back the flood of tears running down her face as she
hooked her fingers inside the elastic waist band of her little panties,
slid them down to her sore ankles and then bent over and pulled them off
her feet.  Her back was facing the chair that Mister Mason sat on, and as
she bent over she felt his hands grab her now naked ass cheeks and give
them an extremely hard squeeze,

   "Ohhhhhhhh Ohhhhhhh!  Oooooooooh!"

   She cried out in as much surprise as in pain but quickly spun around to
get away from the assault realizing that now she was facing him and her
naked pussy was in full view of his eyes.  He wasted no time at all staring
intently at the arousing sight before him.  Then without hesitation grabbed
her and pulled her onto his lap, so that her naked ass was resting on top
of his covered but very hard cock.  He moved his left hand from behind her
back and wrapped it around her left hip letting it come to rest on top of
her naked bruised left thigh.  He then moved his right hand up and down her
naked right thigh and continued to squeeze and occasionally pinch the sore
and bruised flesh sustained in her unfortunate fall from his cherry tree.

   Calista felt the pain he was causing her bruised legs by pinching and
squeezing them and she cried out,

   "Ooooooh!  pleeeeeeeease mister mason pleeeeeeease stop it hurts so much
pleeeease Ooooooooooh Ouch!  Ouch!  Oooooh"

   Phil only licked his lips savoring the pain and crying the 10 year old
black girl was experiencing from his cruelty.  Then suddenly he took his
right hand from her right inner thigh and put it directly onto her naked
pussy lips and pinched both her outer and inner labia.  Suddenly the young
girls sobs and pleadings turned to outright screams as she felt her poor
pussy lips being tortured by the man everyone in her neighborhood warned
her about.

   "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGHOWWWWWWWWWWE!  MY PUSSEEEEEEEEEEEY she shrieked MY
PUSSEEEEEEEEEEEEY"

   It was only when she heard her own words being screamed out that she
realized she called her little cuny a pussy a word she never ever used,
thinking only bad boys and bad girls call their cuny's pussies.

   Little Lynelle couldn't control herself when she saw what that mean bad
and evil grey haired white man was doing to her sister so she screamed out,

   "YOU STOP HURTING MY SISTER YOU'RE A DIRTY OLD MAN AND I HATE YOU, YOUR
A BAD MAN AND I HOPE YOU DIE I HATE YOU"

   Phil Mason turned his head in the direction of Calista's 8 year old
sister who he had bound to the other chair and then pushed Calista off his
lap where she tumbled to the floor of his basement dungeon with a thud.  He
got up and went over to the now very frightened little girl who suddenly
realized that once again she put herself in harms way, he stopped in front
of her chair.  Then very deliberately and with much haste began to undo the
button and zipper of the child's little jogging shorts until they were
completely undone then he yanked them down her legs and off her feet as the
poor child screamed.

   "NOOOOOOOOO!  NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  NOOOOOOOOO!  OOOOOOOHHHH NOOOO DON'T TAKE
MY PANTS OFF"

   But he didn't stop there, next thing he did was untie her hands and once
they were free he reached down to her waist and yanked her little yellow
tee shirt with the words "less bounce to the ounce" printed on the front,
up and over her head.  then just as quickly he retied her hands behind the
armless straight back chair leaving the nearly hysterical 8 year old with
nothing on except a skimpy pair of white cotton panties.  Next he reached
out and squeezed her nearly flat titties and then pinched her tiny little
nipples causing her to scream out in agony from the terrible pain she felt,

   "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  YEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  OUCH!
OWWWWWWWWWWW!"









   [ END PART 1 OF 2 ]





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