Chica and Juan were two men that had it all: They were dead broke; had a bad meth, crack and sniffing paint habit; constant run-in with law enforcement. Plus, they were here illegally too. They lived on the same food the rich people did; digging through the dumpsters for leftovers. The reality of it was that this was exactly where these two fit into society best. They were lousy employees, yet not a drain on the taxpayer. They lived off what the rest of society throws away. And they liked it that way.
Tonight, they were both high as usual. They’d scored some lousy meth but some good crack, snorted some spray paint and now were snacking by the dumpster at the local French restaurant. Suddenly the restaurant back door opened. A young woman stepped out carrying two plastic trash bags, headed for the dumpster. Chica and Juan stayed in the shadow. She came around, dropped the bags, opened the lid and bent down to grab the first trash bag. Just then Juan stood up, scaring the hell out of the girl. Juan knew one thing about living on the street- if you wanted to do something, do it quick and get it over with.
Juan quickly swung his fist at the girl, hitting her in her face. As she recoiled from that, he grabbed her neck with one arm, covered her mouth with the other, dragged her backwards, back into the shadows. He kept moving, going over behind a wall, dragging the struggling girl with him. He was homeless, but he was strong. You had to be to live out here; and the paint just gives him crazy strength.
He said to a surprised Chica, “Come on! Let’s have some dessert!” This was common slang for rape among the homeless. If you’d had dessert, you’d raped someone. Hookers didn’t really count, though. Chica ran behind them; grabbing one of the girl’s ankles. He held it up, so she couldn’t stand and was always off balance. Behind the wall, Juan dropped her to the ground, still gripping her mouth and neck.
“Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!” he snarled at her. Quickly he punched her twice more in her face, then twice in her body. She stopped trying to yell, gasping for air after he hit her in the stomach. She seemed stunned now, from the head hits. If you’re going to do it, do it now.
He grabbed her apron, yanked the tie and it came undone. He pulled her apron over her head, tossed it aside and went right for her polo shirt. As he yanked on it, he got on top of her, sitting on her stomach, yanking the shirt roughly from her. Meanwhile, Chica savagely opened her belt and her pants, roughly pulling them down with both hands. Despite her kicking, he never once slowed down or paused. Soon enough, he was grabbing at her panties, ripping them down too.
Juan pulled the girl’s shirt up, then stopped when her arms were still in it. He grabbed her bra straps, yanked on them, then reached behind her and brutally unhooked it. As soon as it was, he pulled it up and took it off, her polo shirt as well. He grabbed the bra, quickly stuffed it into her mouth. It wasn’t easy; he didn’t want to put his fingers in there, she might bite him. So, he just slammed her jaw about as he forced it into her mouth. He looked down at her tits. Fucking nice. He turned back.
“Ready?” he asked Chica. “Si, si…” Chica said.
Sharon Lesley was a waitress at the restaurant. She was 17 years old, weighed maybe 130 pounds, stood almost 5’ 3” tall. While she was still young, she did have some rather well-developed breasts. Big nipples too, part of her mother’s Mexican heritage. She rarely ever showed any part of them though; she was still too shy about that. She didn’t have a boyfriend right now either. She was all sweaty from working in the kitchen since three o’clock as she hauled the trash out to the dumpster. Suddenly, she was grabbed, hit, dragged behind the building, hit again and again. She tried to stop it; tried to yell, but the man had his big hand over her mouth. She only got out the occasional squeak. Another man grabbed her ankle and lifted it. She couldn’t even stand up now. In the dark shadows behind the building, they threw her down to the ground. The man holding her sat on top of her. She started to scream but her punched her very hard, twice in her face again then twice in her stomach. She struggled to even breathe now. She could tell her pants were getting pulled down. The man sitting on her took her apron and shirt off. He roughly took her bra off, then shoved it into her mouth to keep her from screaming, even if she could. Suddenly she realized she was laying on the dirty ground, naked, with two men over her. They smelled like the dumpster. They seemed hideous. They both had long shaggy hair, and long shaggy beards. The man on top of her said something, then stood up. He took of his pants and underwear, then knelt down, moving to get between her legs. She fought them still, kicking at them; hands pushing them away. He forced her knees apart, put his hands on the bare skin of her inner thighs and held them apart. The second man grabbed her arms, struggling to hold her wrists over her head as the first man tried to rape her.
Juan was ready alright. Between the paint fumes and the crack, his dick was rock-fucking hard now. He got between her young, slightly-chubby thighs; pressed his cock to her cunt. She had some hair it seemed. He worked himself around; found that little cunt hole; shoved his Johnson into it. She cried out into her gag when her did, her whole body tensing up.
Juan quickly began to rape the young girl. As he humped her pussy fast and hard, he rubbed his hand all over her nice tits. Man, so big and soft! Nice big, hard nipples too. He kept pounding into her again and again, her body jerking back and forth forcefully as he did her. She grunted a lot into her gag. Soon enough, he shot a big load of drug-fueled cum into her. As soon as he finished, he climbed off and Chica quickly took his place. She began fighting again, still struggling to stop them. Juan hit her twice in her face again. She was swelling up some now; showing bruises. She stopped struggling as Chica shoved his dick into her young pussy. Chica slammed back and forth into her; his big cock enjoying something he only gets like once a year. He ran his hands all over her body as he fucked her. Managed to briefly get a finger into her asshole as he did. Chica fucked the girl for a very long time. When he did cum, Juan was right there.
“Move! I’m still fucking hard, man!” Juan grabbed the girl, turned her over onto her knees. He shoved his dick into her again, started fucking her deep and hard this time, his legs forcing hers wide apart. His crotch slapped against her young butt cheeks; she kept crying out through the gag. He held her hips tightly, ramming himself into her young pussy over and over again. He grabbed some tit; played with those as he did her. Suddenly he stopped, took his dick out of her cunt and pressed it to her young asshole. She started fighting again, struggling, screaming into the gag. She fell face down on the ground. Still, he was very hard and very wet. He popped into her butt and then began pushing himself farther and father into her, slowly, making the pain last as long as he could. She really fought against it. Juan stayed in her ass, started to hump her right there. God this kid was tight! She was really clenching him tightly, trying to stop him but only making him even more excited.
Just as he was starting to shoot his cum deep into her butt, the restaurant door opened. A girl called out, “Sharon? You out here?”
The two men jumped up and ran off. Sharon managed to get the bra out of her mouth and cry out just as her co-worker was about to close the door. She ran out, found Sharon, called her boss, who called 911. By the time the police got there, the two were long gone in the shadows of the city.
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