Chapter 2: Introductions

The three girls now stood at various points in the kitchen; Jenny was off to the left, down at the far end of a long rectangle that was comprised of the sink, the oven and dishwasher and various cabinets that held the dishes and all the utensils that cooking at home required. Rebecca was backed up against the integrated desk that was to the right of the door and the pretty brunette now leaned so far back, as if to try and get further away from the horror that was unfolding in front of her that head pressed into the cabinets that hung over the desk. Finally, Shawna was backed up against the middle of the heavy oak table; the one that the family gathered around for meals, at least those that weren’t eaten in the more formal dining room. What was terrifying was that behind each woman stood a man or, more likely, judging from his height, a boy in his early teens. Each one was clad in all black, wearing both sweatpants and a sweatshirt as well as black gloves and black shoes and even a black ski mask that covered his face while still allowing a tiny bit of black skin to peek out around emotionless coal black eyes from the eye holes in the mask.

In his right hand, each boy held a snub nosed gray revolver which contained a round and indented cylinder indicating the trigger could be pulled at least five times before it needed to be reloaded. The short, smooth handgun, with its barrel pressing up into each girl’s throat, angled both up and back which made the three dads sure that the last four bullets wouldn’t be needed.

“Holy-!” said Rick and then he was stumbling forward for the other two dads now crashed into the back of him and this almost sent the short and wiry man sprawling onto his stomach. But before he could fall, Mike’s hand was pulling him back and the strength of the pull almost lifted Rick off his feet as it set him back upright.

“You home early,” said the boy behind Shawna and the words came out as a rage filled snarl; no one in the room knew if they had ever heard a voice that contained that much hate.

“Please, don’t hurt our daughters, we’ll give you anything you want.”

It was Rick who now spoke and he sounded both desperate and frightened. Mike’s heart was pounding in his chest and he was starting to fear that he might just faint right there.

“No shit but you ain’t gonna give us anything we want so much as weeze gonna take it.” the same boy now snarled.

“Before we leave here tonigh we gonna take everything of value that any of you got. Since you all been so rude as to interrupt us as weeze takin’ what’s ours, I think you owe us an apology. Maybe we need to make sure you all just now understand just what’s gonna happen if you don’t do what we say.”

Mike stood as still as a statue, he didn’t know why but there was a part of him that wanted to be invisible right now and the forty two year old man was terrified that everyone there could see through his facade. In his mind, he saw them all, their eyes glowing as they all turned towards him and pointed their fingers. Their arms were outstretched while, in a mocking chant, they all started repeating ‘you did this’ over and over again. Mike’s eyes now moved to his right until he was looking at Shawna; the poor girl’s body was as stiff as a board as one tiny black arm encircled her waist while the other kept the gun pressed into her jaw. It was as if the pretty eighteen-year-old with the light brown hair was trying to stand tall enough so that she could get her head away from that gun for Mike could see that she was standing on her tiptoes while she also was arching her back although Mike thought that last thing might just be to try and keep the little black criminal from grinding his pelvis into the back of her pantyhose covered legs.

“Uh-uh-alright. Eh-entertainment, th-that’s what you want” stammered Rick.

“Uh we can give you that I guess. Uh How-how-how do you want to be entertained?”

“Names, all of you. Tell me who you are and who’s related to who,” the same boy snapped and it was obvious to all three dads that, like Shawna, he was the leader of this particular trio.

“I-I’m Ruh-Rick Sm-smith. Th-that’s my daughter Juh-Jenny over there-”

Rick raised his left hand out in front of him and gave it a shaky wave over towards the cabinets where Jenny and her slightly smaller captor were standing.

“Buh-behind me to my ruh-right, th-that’s Sh-Seamus Muh-McDonald and uh-over ... over th-there, that’s his d-daughter Sh-Shawna.”

Rick now waved his right hand a little. His fingers pointed both in front of him and to the right, where one of the other robbers held Shawna with his back pressed against the table as he blatantly pressed his pelvis against her. Mike realized for the first time that at least one of the robbers was taking advantage of the situation. He could tell by the firmly clamped lips of Shawna’s mouth and the deep-set tension of her face that this was happening; as if the slow and steady circular motion of the boys hips as they thrust forward and dragged the front of his dirty jeans over the back of the helpless girls legs didn’t give the secret away.

“Fuh-finuh-lee-lee, -”

Rick’s voice now snapped Mike out of his daydream and it was both a blessing and a curse for as much as he enjoyed seeing the stuck up smarmy bitch that was Seamus’s daughter get taken advantage of, it wouldn’t do to have anyone notice that he was getting turned on, at least not this early in the evening.

“-th’that’s Muh-Mike Muh-Freeman,” Rick now continued, “b-behind me to my luh-left. You g-got his d-d-daughter Ruh-ruh-rebecca buh-backed up against the d-desk over th-there.”

For a moment there was nothing but silence as the three black teen robbers either took in what Rick had just said or else waited to make sure the short and skinny man was completely finihsed speaking. Then, once that had become clear, the boy holding Shawna once again spoke.

“Alright then, well since you all introduced yourself,” the boy holding Shawna now said, “I guess it’s only appropriate that we all do the same. You can call me Tyrell, not my real name of course, but I’m sure you all can see weeze black and I know how you white folks like us niggers to have real nigger names, so I’ll go by Tyrell. That guy right in front of me holding the sweet young thing back against the desk-”

Tyrell now made a small motion with the hand that wrapped around her hips and his index finger pointed out in the direction of Rebecca. You can call him Jamal. Finally-”

Tyrell’s hand now wrapped itself tightly back around Shawna’s hips but his index finger still extended outward but, this time, instead of pointing at Rebecca, the black teen aimed it towards Jenny.

“That young guy over there, holding on to short stuff with the big tits-,”

Mike felt his cock jump again at mention of Jenny’s large breasts. After all, his daughter’s friend did have great tits, not that Mike had ever seen them, but judging by the large and rounded arc they made in the eighteen-year-old girl’s sweater, Mike guessed that Jenny had the nicest and the biggest tits out of all three of the girls. Sadly, he figured his own daughter came in third place in that race, although she may give Shawna a run for her money. Mike guessed that Shawna actually had bigger tits than Rebecca but there was something about the way they hung; he had a feeling that Rebecca’s sat more upright, were firmer, and thrust themselves outward in a more prominent and arousing fashion than did Shawna’s.

“-you can call that guy Diondre. So now that we all introduced, I guess we can get on with you all entertaining us. What do you say sweet stuff-”

Tyrell now tilted his head up and looked towards Shawna though the eighteen-year-old couldn’t see it as she was facing away with her back pressed firmly up against him.

“-do you want me to shoot your daddy?”

The skinny black kid who was almost a foot shorter than Shawna now pressed the barrel of the gun even more firmly into the underside of the teen girl’s jaw and, though Mike could hardly believe it, the high school’s valedictorian now stood up on her tiptoes even more as her body also became more rigid than before.

“Gugh. Gurg. Nuh-nuh-no. Puh-please ... please don’t kill my duh-daddy. You kuh-can h-have whatever you wuh-want. Just p-please luh-let us g-g-go.”

“What about you two other girls?”

Mike watched as the bodies of both Jenny and Rebecca now stiffened and grew taller as the gun barrel that was against the throat of each girl was also pressed in a little deeper.

“You want us to shoot your daddies?”

There were a series of whimpering, mewling cries from both Rebecca and Jenny amongst which the two girls begged for the lives of their fathers and promised that they would do anything to keep them alive.

“Good then, here is your first task. You two girls-”

The hand around Shawna’s now pulled away from her waist slightly while the index finger on that hand extended. It pointed first at Rebecca, then towards Jenny, then back towards Rebecca.

“you two move over to the table where your friend is. Bitch-”

Tyrell now once again dug the gun up under Shawna’s jaw

“you step forward a couple inches so I can slide out from behind you. Then you back yourself up till that sweet ass of yours is pressing back against the table. Any funny business from any of you-”

Tyrell now looked around the room, making sure he made eye contact first with Rebecca, then with each of three dads and then finally with Jenny.

“-and we all start shooting. The one who caused trouble gets to live with the fact that they’re the reason the other five are dead. You understand?”

No one was given a chance to answer for, no sooner had Tyrell stopped speaking then Jenny was stumbling forward into the middle of the kitchen. Now, the five-foot four-inch girl’s arms pinwheeled wildly, her blue pantyhose covered legs and leather loafers having to throw themselves forward, one after the other, to keep her from falling hard on the white diamond shaped pattern of the vinyl kitchen floor. A moment later, Rebecca was doing the same thing as Jamal now shoved her forward. Unfortunately for Rebecca it was not enough. At the last moment, her hands flew out and the tallest of the three girls landed palms flat on the kitchen table. Her arms and hands went skidding across its smooth polished surface and only stopped when her hips crashed into its edge with a loud and painful thunk.

“Move.”

It was the first time that Diondre spoke and Jenny, standing in the middle of the kitchen floor, looked bewildered. The pretty teen’s two white hands had gone rigid with fear, and they now unconsciously pressed down on her skirt as if it was something the black boys might try to lift it up at any second; showing everyone in the room what was hidden underneath.

“Now now, No need to be rude.”

Tyrell made the statement in a matter-of-fact tone as he once again dug the revolver’s barrel into the underside of Shawna’s jaw and it was with the handgun that the much smaller teen was able to guide the pretty eighteen-year-old to step both forward and to her right, so that Tyrell could move out from behind her once she did so. The arm around Shawna’s waist now dropped away as Tyrell turned to face her. He then both pointed the gun and gave Shawna the command of ‘Back!’ until she had pressed herself hard against the edge of the table.

“To your left,” Tyrell now ordered her.

“I need you all the way at the far end of the table for our little contest.”

Shawna’s bulging brown eyes never left him as she slid leftward along the table and it was now, for the first time, that any of them noticed that someone had removed all the chairs.

“Now you two ladies, -”

Tyrell waved the snub-nosed pistol in his hand first towards Jenny and then towards Rebecca.

“I need you two standing up here against the table, facing away, just like your lovely young friend here.”

Neither girl now moved until Tyrell pointed his pistol at the clump of three dads and shouted that he was going to shoot. Then all three girls broke out sobbing and both Jenny and Rebecca started to reluctantly shuffle towards the kitchen table. Rebecca, being closer, took her place alongside Shawna and then turned around and faced herself outwards while her tear stained face looked down as she continued to sob and cry. Jenny, for her part, seemed to be walking as slowly as she could but the distance was only a few feet. The shortest of the three girls seemed as if she were desperately trying to put off the inevitable but couldn’t think of a single delaying tactic. Finally, she too stood against the table, her left hand only about a foot from Rebecca’s right. Tyrell then ordered each dad to stand in front of his daughter, the horrifying truth being something worse than any of them ever could have imagined.

“We gonna play ourselves a little game made up by me” now announced Tyrell, his voice sounding positively gleeful as he explained the nightmarish rules and stakes.

“It’s called ‘Who doesn’t love her daddy’? What do you think, is that a great name for a game or what?”

There was no response, only the sound of ragged breaths and quiet sobs coming from each of the three girls as they tucked their chins into their chests and stared fixedly at the brightly lit white diamond shaped pattern of the spotless kitchen floor.