Behind Closed Doors
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Chapter 120: Life in the City
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 120: Life in the City - fantasy
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft Teenagers NonConsensual Reluctant Fiction Incest Rough Interracial
The St Mary’s Catholic School for Girls in Omaha, Nebraska had recently started working with a new church in a small South American country. Early the next summer they were planning on sending a couple of people there to encourage them. The church though had a financial problem to deal with when the time came. They thought they would have to cancel the trip.
Lucy Barnes was a member of the church and as a wealthy member of the community, she helped advise the church on finances. They asked her if there was a way they could keep their commitment to the new church. The two that were supposed to go had their own issues going on, but Lucy felt she had a solution.
“Look, our two best students in twelfth grade are both going to be honor graduates. They represent us better than anyone. One of course is my daughter Brittney. I have an unused ticket that we can use to pay her way there and back. Our second honor student, Sherri Winston, she could go with her. It’s only three days, correct?”
The idea was discussed, though no one knew any adults that could accompany them. Mr. Barnes spoke up. “Look, they’re both eighteen, right? Show, let’s show them some respect and let them travel alone together two grown adults. It will set a good example for the other girls.” Everyone agreed.
Brittney Barnes was eighteen alright. Very intelligent, yet very much into helping others. Brittney had other assets, too. For one, her looks. She had shoulder-length dark blonde hair and a very cute face. Pretty brown eyes. Farther down were her other assets. Two breasts, two that were the closest thing to perfection anyone had seen in a long time. Every girl in school was jealous of Brittney, not just because she was so smart but because she had those huge boobs. Being catholic, she dressed very conservatively, but even then, they were standing-out obvious. Also, being a teenage girl, she didn’t mind showing off now and then. She would sometimes unbutton one or two buttons on her blouse, revealing just enough cleavage to make the men look twice.
Her best friend was Sherri Winston, also in her grade. They were without a doubt the two smartest kids in the class. Sherri didn’t have Brittney’s movie-star looks, but she was pretty in her own way. Long dark hair that she usually wore in a simple ponytail. She was a little bit taller and a little bit thinner than Brittney. She too was jealous of Brittney’s chest and sometimes, like when they went shopping together, she’d wear her sleeveless top with no bra so her moderate breasts and erect nipples would show through, giving some competition to Brittney’s hooters.
When told of the plan to send them alone to South America, both girls went crazy with excitement. Over the next couple of weeks, they were instructed on local customs, what to expect, what to watch out for. They were told often that their own safety was their top priority. With a suitcase full of brochures and bibles, the girls flew off, first to Miami, then a capital in South America where a smaller flight dropped them in a smaller city.
The two were met by the leaders of the new church as soon as they got off the airplane. Luckily they both spoke good English. The four got into a small pick-up truck and started to leave the airport. The girls watched as they drove through this run down, poor city. They both agreed this place really needed some help, everyone seemed so poor. Most of the streets were just dirt roads. Sherri also noticed how nervous both men were. They were sweating, but everyone was sweating, it was very hot. But these two were more than that. She whispered to Brittney, “Why are these guys so nervous?” They both just looked. Then the truck stopped. One man turned towards them. “Look, ninas pequenas. Our church, I mean, this is not our decision. I mean, we don’t decide. Look, in this city, as a church we must make certain contributions to the local leaders if we are to even exist. These leaders, these men, they decide what we must pay to stay in business. I am sorry, we did not mean for this to happen...”
The two girls sat there, listening, not sure what he was talking about. Something about paying something. The man turned back. The driver turned and spoke. “Listen. We go to a place first before we go to the church, si? First, we go there, then we go back to church.” Brittney and Sherri sat there, like “ok, whatever...” But both girls were wondering about the same thing. What did the first man mean by ‘we did not mean for this to happen’? They drove through the city, turning down a side street beside a large hotel. The truck stopped. Two men came up, opened the back doors and told the girls to get out. They spoke briefly in Spanish to the two men from the church, then the two got in the truck and drove away. The two men took their arms as they both began protesting. “Hey! Where are they going?! Hey! We’re with them! What are you doing?!” These two men, both large, overweight men in some kind of uniform angrily dragged the girls through a door and into an office. A man sat behind a desk.
The man spoke as the two were made to stand in front of him. “Quiet! You will not speak, ever, unless told to! This is what will happen if you do!” The two guards holding them put tasers to them, holding it against them as they screamed out in pain, falling down as their muscles collapsed. The two guards finally stopped. The man yelled for them to stand up and they were dragged back up. “You are in our country now! You will do what I say! Do you know where you are?” The two girls shook their heads, both obviously now terrified. “This is a medium security jail for the justice system. People who are awaiting trial are kept here. Some of them, well, they have desires. And if they have enough dollars, they we take care of them.”