Bringing my way of like with me

Young rapist travels to the US and finds things different.

I grew up in a poor area in southern Mexico. It was a small city of about 20,000. There were few jobs other than family farms and mining for low grade copper ore. Few children attended school after the fifth grade. Girls helped around the house and boys helped in the fields or mines. Most families were still happy with what they had.

Several years ago, the cartel gangs established a drug processing site in the area and life started to change. They did not require many local people to work for them so it did not help with locals having more income. Gang members did what was required. Soon crime was running rampant. There were shootings, robberies and kidnappings and many rapes, even gang rapes by groups of the gang members. Two sheriffs were killed and the newest one did nothing.

The young gang members started frequently raping women and girls. When these were reported, an officer would take a report, tell the person or her parents that they would try to catch the rapist, then go back to the station and toss the report in the trash. Many of them were getting extra money from the gangs for looking the other way.

I wasn’t part of a gang, but when I saw how things were, I took advantage. I was fourteen when I raped my first girl. She was a ten year old that lived a couple blocks away from me. I told her that I did belong to a gang, and if she told anyone who I was, they would kill her parents. She never told. I raped her every day for a week.

It got so bad that parents started telling their daughters not to fight if a guy or several guys tried to sexually assault them. “You will not be able to stop them. If you fight, they will probably hurt you, maybe even kill you. The police will not help. Just let them do it.” The older women realized the same thing. It was shocking how many pregnant eleven and twelve year old girls you saw walking around town. It seemed like there was not an attractive woman under forty that had not been raped multiple times, if she would admit it. Sometimes you would even hear of a young boy getting his ass raped.

I lost count of how many women and girls I forced myself on, between when I was fourteen and seventeen. I never wore a condom. There was one especially good looking woman about ten years older than me that, starting just after my sixteenth birthday, I fucked at least once a week. It got to where she did not consider it rape, but I still did.

One day I was approached and asked if I would protect a specific young girl on her trip north to the US? She was eleven and a virgin. A man in the US was paying a lot of money for her, and would be waiting for her after she was safely in the US. My expenses would be paid. If I got her there safely, I would be paid $2,000 US dollars and have the option of staying in the US or coming back home. I only earned less than $50 US a week at home, so that seemed like a lot of money. I knew that if she was not still a virgin when we got there, my employers would not be very happy with me, and that could be very bad. I was also offered an additional $2,000 if I would take a backpack full of drugs into the US at the same time. I thought about it, and said yes to escorting the girl but no to the drugs. I don’t think they were happy that I said no to the drugs.

On the day we left, the girl was given to me, so was a switchblade knife that they said I might need to protect her. She was twelve and beautiful with a nice body, already. I learned that he name was Maria. That was all I wanted to know about her. She was told that she was going to the US to live with her uncle who had made it into the US a year ago. She was told that he had a nice house and made a lot of money and that she would be much better off with him.

I knew that her ‘uncle’ was really a white man who ran an underage brothel in L.A. and that he would take her virginity, fuck her for a few weeks and then pimp her out. That was who I was taking her to. That didn’t bother me. I knew that she was lucky not to have been raped many times a home already, and that she did not have much chance of not being raped soon, at home. If I had seen her, I would have been very tempted to shove my cock in her, myself.

We did not have to walk very much of the way. Trucks, trains or busses were available for most of the trip. She did need protecting. She was approached several times but I was able to chase those men away. One guy was persistent, and I saw him holding her wrist and dragging her away from the camp, but when I opened the switchblade, he decided to take one of the girls that was not protected.

We crossed the river and presented ourselves to the US Boarder Patrol. I had been given papers showing that I was twenty, and her uncle. They showed that I had an older brother in L.A., and that was where we were going. I was given a cell phone with a phone number. I had to sign a paper saying that when I was contacted, we would go to a court hearing to determine if we could stay. The boarder agent said that we would be contacted in about a year or maybe eighteen months. We were put on an unmarked white bus and taken to L.A. where my brother was to pick us up at the central clearing point.

An Uber car was there waiting for us. It took us to a very nice, large house in the hills, with a view out over the city. We went to the front door. A tall white man in a gray suit opened the door and told us to enter. He looked to be in his forties. We sat on a couch for a couple minutes. In Spanish, he asked me if the trip had gone smoothly. I said yes, and then he took her by the hand and they went into another room. He came back, in less than five minutes. He handed me an envelope with the $2,000 that I was promised for getting her safely there and still a virgin. I was sure that he had checked to make sure the merchandise was what he had ordered. I was shown out to another Uber car.

He kept a stable of six girls, starting at around eleven and going up to sixteen. If a girl became undesirable or got to be about sixteen, he would sell and replace her. He controlled the girls by telling them, if they did not co-operate, he would have their families, back in Mexico, hurt. That is one of the standard ways that human traffickers control the girls.

I was dropped in front of a house in a somewhat poor part of the city and told that, if I wanted it, they had a room I could rent for thirty dollars a night. I went in and paid for the room for a week, while I decided what to do. There were several other guys like me, renting rooms there. I chatted with some of them.

On the third day, I was feeling horny and decided to go looking for some ass. It actually turned out that my first fuck in the states was consensual. I had only walked a couple blocks when I saw a homeless woman who looked Mexican. She looked to be in her late twenties but I learned later that she was only one year older that me. She wore old and dirty clothes and her hair was not taken care of. I decided that she would be an easy target.

I walked up to her, but before I had a chance to try abducting her, she told me that if I would buy her a meal, I could fuck her. I still had most of my money. I took he to a McDonald’s just down the street. After a burger, fries and a drink, we went to my room. She spent the night, but we didn’t get more than a couple hours sleep. She wasn’t very good in bed but she let me do anything I wanted. I fucked her cunt twice, her mouth twice and her ass once. One of the times I fucked her mouth was after I had fucked deep in her ass hole.

In the morning, I showed her where the bathroom was, down the hall. She showered and combed her hair but put on the same clothes. She offered to stay with me but I turned her down.

A few days later, my cock was thinking for me, again. I went hunting. I was in a large park, watching all the people enjoying themselves. There were picnics, kite flying, swinging, playing catch with a football, and more happening. I spotted one little black girl on the swings. She was cute. She looked about ten or eleven. She was wearing a skirt, so any time she went forward on the swing, I got a look at her white panties.

After she stopped swinging, she was walking along the edge of a wooded part of the park. I was waiting for her. I knew that rape is not only about sex but is also the strong feeling of being in total control.

I grabbed her, put my hand over her mouth and pulled her into the woods far enough so as not to be seen. I pushed her to the ground. Keep your mouth shut or I will hurt you very bad. Do you understand? She nodded her head yes. I took my hand off her mouth and showed her a fist. I grabbed her chest thru her blouse. She was growing nice little titties but I did not have time to play with them. I pulled her skirt up and her panties down, while at the same time dropping my pants to my knees. I was not wearing underwear. She started to scream when she saw my hard cock. I showed her my fist again and she stopped.

I lined my prick up to her hairless pussy and pushed. She was tight and dry but I got it in. She was in pain. I pushed again and felt resistance. She was a virgin. I pushed again and ripped thru her cherry. Now I was balls deep in her little cunt. I covered her mouth again because I knew she would scream from the pain of first penetration. It was a good thing I did.

The first time I pulled back, I saw blood on my cock. Her virgin blood helped lubricate her. It didn’t take me long before I was finished with her. It felt so good, pumping in and out of her tight little cunt. While I was fucking her, a young boy walked past. He stopped and watched for several seconds, and then went on his way. He wasn’t old enough to understand what was happening.

The next day I saw a small story on the TV news, saying that a young girl had been raped in the park, and warning for parents to closely watch their kids. I did not hear much more about it.

Several days went by and I did not see anything more about it. It was time to score again. I took a bus across town to a different park. This time I saw a tall, skinny white girl. She had shoulder length curly brown hair. Even at her age, her parents were letting her wear lipstick. She had a cute little red ribbon in her hair. She wore a knee length skirt and a white, front buttoning blouse with a lace collar, and delicate white sandals. She was completely flat chested. I doubted that she even wore a training bra yet.

I dragged her between a fence and some dumpsters, pushed her down, pulled up her skirt and pulled down her panties. I had not even gotten my pants down when, between her legs, I saw a little cock and balls. She was a boy. I got up, threw his panties in his face and ran off. I’m not into boys, never tried one, and never will. I heard nothing about her/his being molested, on the news.

I only waited a day because I was still horny and frustrated about what had happened the day before. Someone had a car and let me borrowing for a few hours. I told him I needed to go on a job interview and the busses did not go close to it.

I parked just down the street from a K-6 elementary school and waited for school to get out. I watched the kids leave the building. I was looking at tits. I didn’t want to take a chance on getting another sissy boy. Most of the kids got on busses. Most of the ones that walked, walked past me in groups. I saw one teacher with a great body and thought about grabbing her, but just then I spotted my next conquest.

She was walking by herself. When she walked beside my car, I grabbed her and pulled her into the back seat. I had gotten some chloroform and put it on a rag, enough to knock her out. I put the rag over her face and she quickly stopped struggling. I drove out into the country and down a small dirt road. I pulled off the road onto a farmers trail, behind a bunch of trees.

I got out of my clothes and into the back with her, and stripped her before she started to come to. She did have a thin but nice body. Her B-cup breasts were topped with big, dark nipples. She was just starting to get her first few pubic hairs. She was still groggy when I entered her. She didn’t yell or bleed. I was not the first to fuck her. She was now wide awake. She just lay there and looked in my eyes as I fucked her. Eventually, she started pushing her cunny back at me, and then moaned happily when I filled her. I pushed her out of the car and drove off.

The next day, it was all over the news. A young white girl had been raped by a Mexican man and left, naked, out in the country. She had been found, hours later, walking along the road with no clothes, bite marks on her breasts and cum running down her legs. The news did not broadcast all of the details. She was the daughter of a high ranking, local politician. It was on every station and in every paper and all over the internet as well as on phone poles. She had given the police artist a pretty good description of me. The drawing looked a lot like me.

I did not leave my room for three days. The story kept being on the news. They said they had good DNA samples, so when they caught the rapist, there would be no question about guilt.

About midnight, I decided that it would be smart to get away from there. Wearing a hoodie and some glasses I had found, I got on a bus to Brownsville and then made my way to the river, where I crossed back into Mexico.

It took me four days to travel back to my hometown area, but I was back where rape had become pretty much expected and ignored.

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