Chapter 23: Taken

Ashley and Kimberly Maus were two good catholic girls from a good neighborhood on the west side of the city. Their father, a member of the diocese at the church, was quite strict. As such, the two sisters had not seen much in the way of dating. Still, being teenagers, they had plenty of curiosity about real life.

Ashley was just 18 last week. She was 5’5” tall, weighed maybe 130 pounds. She had what can best be described as a model’s figure. The skin on her face was smooth, soft, perfect. She had a very cute-looking face, a face that made her easily look three years younger. Her hair was blonde, very soft and smooth, just below her shoulders in length. Her butt was, well, perfect. Her legs, too. Yet they only complimented her breasts. There’s always one girl in every catholic school class that has the biggest boobs, and Ashley was that girl. Actually, she was tied with her classmate Susan for that honor. Which for Ashley was in total conflict with her views on life, which did not include having a body like this. It seemed like every year it was just harder and harder for her to hide herself. Usually, her boobs were pushed as flat as she could make them with a sports bra.

Ashley’s Sister Kimberly was the same in mind but totally different in body. She was a brunette, with a lot of beautiful brown hair as long as her sister’s. Her breasts weren’t as big as Ashley’s, but she was definitely showing every bit of eighteen.

At church they’d seen an ad for a concert in their town, a concert by a Christian rock band called Anthem Lights. They begged their father for permission to go. “We didn’t get to do anything on Ashley’s birthday!” 19-year-old Kimberly reminded him. Ashley also noted, “We’re eighteen now, and we’ll be going with the church group in the bus. We’ll be fine!” Finally, their father agreed. “Don’t leave the group!” he said as they ran upstairs to change.

This was a big thing because they had alternate plans. Instead of going dressed all conservatively in the church bus, they were going to ride with Susan in her father’s car. All three agreed to dress up all slutty like. “It’s a Christian rock concert. What could happen?” Kimberly put on her shorts, the jeans she cut really short. They were two years old and really made her butt stick out. She put on her more conservative light green tank top, but with no bra. Ashley put on her short dress with the low-cut front. They both snuck downstairs carrying their cowgirl boots and out the back, calling out good-bye to their father. Down the alley they stopped and put on their cowgirl boots. Now they were stylin’!

Susan drove up to the end of the alley in a few minutes. She had on a very short skirt, and a thin white blouse with no bra. Nice, except the blouse was so thin it was almost transparent. “Susan!” Kimberly exclaimed.

“Well, you said dress slutty!” She put the car in gear and started to drive. Kimberly said, “Well, yeah, but not come-and-get-it-sailor slutty!” Susan jousted right back with how they looked like easy, slutty cowgirls. For these three catholic schoolgirls, this was about as extreme as they had ever gotten. For the first time, typical teenage girl came through ahead of proper catholic schoolgirl.

As they approached the concert site, they could see there wasn’t a lot of parking. They ended up in a neighborhood nearby, having to walk down the street towards the music. There sure were a lot of black guys around here each of the girls noticed. And those same black guys were all whistling at them as they walked by in these awkward cowgirl boots. They just giggled and walked faster, this sort of thing being all new to them. To the men, it just made those three little asses wiggle even more.

At the concert, the girls had a good time. They briefly met the church group, showing off their outfits to the other girls but not the lady escorting them. She’d have a fit! Later, Susan met this polite young black guy named Michael. He was about her age; said he was a student at the bible college. They talked a lot about the band. Very friendly boy. Later, when the concert ended, she said good-bye. She wondered if she’d ever see him again. Such a polite young man.

As the girls left to walk back to Susan’s car, Michael followed at a distance. He hated this part. He’d seen them back when they first parked here. Now he followed them at a distance. As they neared the car, he stared to run towards them, up the sidewalk.

Just as they got in, he came running by. He acted like he suddenly recognized them. He quickly stopped, breathing heavily. He leaned down to Susan’s window. “Hey. Can, can you give me a ride down the street a little way? These guys keep chasing me...” He looked at her with a desperate look on his face. She paused, then said, “Ok, quick, get in.” He jumped in the back behind her. The others were all full of questions. As they drove away, Michael kept looking around behind them, making sure no one was following. Then, he suddenly pulled a gun out of his pocket and put it to the driver’s head, the girl he had been talking to at the concert. They all gasped...

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, really, I’m sorry. Just keep driving straight. I’m sorry, they make me do this...” Michael has a life the girls know nothing about. In his family of gangster brothers, he was the only one who had gone the straight route, staying clean and attending school, church, then bible college. His two brothers had both paid for his education easily with their criminal business. No expense too big for their little brother. In his junior year, he learned that he had to pay them back, but in a different way. They way his brothers Marco and Mason saw it, Michael was the perfect bait to lure white girls to their gang’s Shack, an old bar. Marco and Mason drew the line for Michael. He would bring them a white teenage girl, a school girl, whenever they asked for one, for the next two years. Then he’d be done. The choice wasn’t optional, as they say. All he had to do was bring them to the Shack. After that, he was free to go and pray for their souls. One time he’d said no; in the beginning. They’d gone to one of his female classmates near her dorm; beat her so bad she spent a week in the hospital. He never said no again.

Twice this year he’d been made to bring them a white girl. Twice he had, each time from the library. He worried about going somewhere else next time. A week before the concert, his brothers had called for another ‘delivery’. This time, they wanted two. Always with the new demands. Michael went to the concert, wondering if maybe he could find someone here. Maybe a couple of students. Then, he’d seen the three girls all dressed up. His mind raced. Michael moved up beside the one girl who stood alone, began to make small talk with her. All smiles, friendly. Talked about Bible college. She said her name was Susan, a senior at the catholic high school. She was going to college next year, maybe the same college as him. He figured she was about 18 or 19. She had on this very short skirt and white blouse. She had very long brown hair, a very cute face. He played Mr. Charming.

When the concert ended, he said good bye politely and then followed at a distance. He’d met her friends earlier, the two she’d come with. A couple of cute sisters, Kimberly and Ashley he thought. He hated doing this. He wished he could say no but he really had no choice.

As they drove along, Susan with a gun pressed into the side of her neck, the girls were all yelling, saying things like “Put that down!” “You can’t do this!” “Stop it!” Michael just kept saying forcefully, “turn up here! Turn right! Now, go to the end. Keep going. Shut up!” At the end of the dark city road, they turned left and then into an alley that ran behind a row of old businesses. By one single yellow light he made her stop. Michael told her to turn off the car, give him the keys, then made her honk the horn once. The girls were still asking a million questions, telling him he couldn’t do this, going on and on. They all got quiet when the building door opened. Two men stepped out, squinting at the group. Michael stepped out of the car.

“Yo, here you go. I’m done with this.” He said a few blessings to the girls as the two men opened the right-side doors and pulled the three girls out, pointing guns at them. They made them stand with their backs against the car. They looked the girls over briefly, said, “Yeah, ok little brother. Say hi to mom.” Michael watched them march the three girls into the building. He knew he’d never see them again. Nobody would, at least nobody in this country. It was his brother’s business. He dropped the keys on the driver’s seat. Someone would steal it soon enough.

Kimberly, Susan and Ashley were made to walk into this building. All they knew was they’d been forced to drive here for some reason. Now they walked through a kitchen and out into a small, old, beat-up bar. Two black men, wearing leather jackets like these two, sat at a table drinking a couple of beers. A very old man stood behind the bar. The girls stopped, side by side against the wall.

The one man at the table, Tyrone, said, “Well my, my, my. What have we got here?” The other man, Bobby T, said, “You fuckin’ with me bro? This what your little brother just brought?”

Marco nodded. Bobby T said, “Well I think your little bro done outdid himself this time! Shit! Come here little girl! Let’s get a closer look at you!” Bobby waved for Ashley to come closer. She looked at the other girls, stood there, not moving. She didn’t want to go anywhere. The man glared at her, menacingly. “I said, come here. Don’t make me say it again.” He stared at her. The young blonde girl finally moved slowly closer. He told her to turn around. Slowly she did. Her butt looked so nice. “How old are you and your friends?” he asked. She said, voice shaking now, said she was eighteen. Said the other girl in boots was her sister, she was nineteen. So was her other friend. The old man brought over three shot glasses. He filled each with bourbon. They made the three girls pick them up. “Hold up your glasses! When I make a toast, you have to drink up! Now, a toast! To big tits!” The men all cheered. The three girls had to drink down the shot of bourbon. They gagged on the taste. “No, no, you gotta drink it down fast, all at once. Here, another toast,” Bobby said. The old man filled the three shot glasses again. Bobby said, “A toast! To tight pussy!” The men cheered. The three were made to drink the bourbon shot all at once. None of them had ever had a drink of hard liquor before. A third shot, a third toast. “To tight asses!” and they had to gulp it down all at once again. Each of the three girls were starting to feel it. Bobby watched them stumble some after the third shot. The fourth shot, he and the other three men took out their dicks and he toasted his beer to “Big black cocks!”

Ashley was feeling the bourbon alright. Her senses were wavering; the room wouldn’t stay still. They kept making these awful toasts to things like breasts and vaginas and things. Then they toasted their penis’s. All four men pulled their penis out, waved them around at them. Ashley might be feeling the effect of the alcohol, but she was incredibly surprised, shocked and disgusted with this display of their privates. Nobody wanted to see that! She may have thought about it before, but not here, not now, and certainly not four black men. God, another toast? She lifted her glass. They made her, her sister and Susan move over and touch a penis each. Then the had to hold it with one had and toast with the other. Ashley was so embarrassed. She’d never touched a man down there before, and especially not a negro. She’d made out a couple of times, but never anything like this. Suddenly she looked around, forgetting where she was. Oh good, Susan and Kimberly were here. Boy these shots were strong...