Part One

It was early evening and I was running late from being in detention at school. I couldn't believe I got stuck for a fight another student had started. Everyday for the past week I'd spent my afternoon in school detention while the other student only got a warning. My father had been really angry with me meaning I was grounded at home as well. You'd have thought I was fourteen instead of eighteen. Today I'd stopped by my friend Jenny's home to see how she was doing with her flu. I'd even remembered to call mom before I went to Jenny's house to get permission. Still I'd started talking to my dear friend about school and Ben, a guy I was dying to get hooked up with. The time had gone by so fast in her room giggling and talking. I'd thought I was going to die when I realized I'd spent an hour instead of the fifteen minutes I'd said I'd spend. Calling my mom, I found out my dad wasn't home yet. If I could get home before he arrived my mom would let my slip go by and not tell him. I hurried down the street in a near run. I'd decided to take the alley maze in a rundown part of town. It was where several alleys came together between a couple old factory buildings. It'd cut my run by five minutes or more. The danger came in the little space near the center that was hidden from view. I ran down the alleyway lost in my own thoughts not even glancing twice at the three Harley Davison motorcycles parked near the entrance. Around the bend into the middle of the tight corridor I came to a stop. Two men in black leather jackets were bending over a man on the ground. The one on the ground had blood coming from several bullet holes in his back. I saw a nine milometer handgun complete with silencer in the hand of the muscular black man. His friend had long brown hair falling in waves around his dark tan face. They were both dressed in black jeans clinging to their muscular frames. Their eyes were cold, and deadly looking up at me. I started backing up in growing terror. When I turned around to run, I ran into a wall of solid muscle. He stood at least six feet tall with broad shoulders. His silver/gray hair was cut in a military crew cut but he had two gold hoop earrings in his left ear. A weathered tan, he had a scar running down his left cheek down his neck to disappear under the collar of his black T-shirt. My backpack hit the ground as I looked at this man seeing the cold, death in his ice blue eyes. His hands snapped out to grab my upper arms in a painfully tight grip. I could actually 'feel' the other two come to stand behind me. My body shook in the killer's hold.

"Pl-Please…" I whimpered, squirming a little. "I-I won't tell anyone… Pl-Please… I won't tell…" The silencer of the gun pressed against the side of my head making me gasp.

"Wait, Mack," my holder said as I imagined a finger squeezing a trigger. "Lets take her with us… she should be good for a little fun…" His comment brought dark laughter from the men behind me.

"She does have a sweet looking ass, Steel" Mack commented, as a hand gently caressed my bottom. Letting go of my arms, Steel looked me up and down for a moment. He took off his leather jacket handing it to me with an icy glare till I put it on. A smell of leather and body sweat turned my already sick stomach.

"Much better," he said stroking my wet cheek for a moment. As a last touch, he put his reflective sunglasses on me. He led me back to where the three motorcycles were waiting then glared coldly down at me. Rick dumped my backpack into the dumpster at the end of the alley then tossed in the backpack.

"You're going to sit on my bike and act like nothing's wrong," Steel growled. "If you try to signal anybody or attract attention to yourself I'm going to kill every member of your family… and you should believe I can kill them, bitch. Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes," I whimpered quite sure he could kill my family if he wanted to. He forced me to get on the bike then swung his leg over to take his place in front of me. He told me to hook my thumbs through his belt loops and not to let go. With his threat in mind, I held on tight to his pants.

The ride took quite a while. We left the city and traveled into the night going a hundred miles or more. We ended up on a secondary road surrounded by farms. Corn lined the fields for miles in every direction making me wonder where we were going. We turned down a dirt road that ended in a large area of woods. A large old fashion farmhouse sat nestled in a clearing with trees around it. There was a large barn behind the main house where they parked the bikes. Steel kept a tight hold of my wrist as he led me through the back door. My mouth dropped open at the sight of a forth man a little shorter than Steel but easily as muscular. His hair was raven black hanging easily passed his thick shoulders in waves. His skin was a red clay color, his eyes a brown nearly black. Looking him up and down I knew he had to be a Native American. He looked me over with a dark grin.

"The hit went over without a hitch, Billy," Steel said shoving me forward toward the Indian. "And we've got a bonus… the bitch saw us so I decided to bring her back here… if she can keep us happy I'll let her live…" The jacket and sunglasses were taken from me then we went into the front room.

"Rick… get us some brews," Steel said. Looking like the youngest of the group, Rick went back into the kitchen while Mack and Billy took seats on a leather couch.

"Are you a virgin, girl?" Mack demanded making my stomach twist hard enough to leave me gasping a little.

"Y-yes," I said in a timid voice. They all had a laugh over my obvious terror. Rick came back and handed out the cans of beer to his friends then took a seat on the leather couch. I stood in the center of the room with all of them staring at me. They talked about the guy the other three had killed and some other mission they had to get done. Though I stood trembling before them, the men talked for the better part of an hour about things other than me. Finally, Billy went upstairs and came back with a large joint. He lit it took a deep hit then handed it to Steel.

"So… how are we going to decide who gets the bitch's cherry?" Mack asked, taking a hit from the joint.

"We could flip a coin," Rick suggested.

"I've got a better idea," Steel said grinning at my pale face. "How about we have a game of strip poker where the bitch is the one who strips? Whoever wins the hand that takes her last bit of clothes gets her cherry too." The other men seemed to really like this idea. I was forced to stand in the middle of a coffee table as Mack got a deck of playing cards. The four of them took seats around the table grinning up at me. Tears ran down my cheeks as the cards were dealt out. Steel won the first hand ordering me to turn and face him. After looking me up and down a couple of moments, his face twisted into a smirk.

"Let's start simple," he said taking another long drag on the joint they were still passing around. "Tennis shoes…" After a moment of hesitation brought to a quick end when I saw the death in his eyes, I bent over to untie my shoes. Mack swatted my ass hard making me cry out and his friends laugh. Sobbing softly, I took my shoes off. Steel put them beside him then the second hand was dealt. This one Mack won demanding my pants. With shaking hands and legs, I managed to drop my pants, which he snatched away as soon as I stepped out of them.

"She really does have a sweet ass," Rick said then got a look of something that might've been compassion. He stood up and held the joint out to me. "This'll make you feel better, baby." My eyes widened in shock at the idea of smoking marijuana. I shook my head violently. This turned out to be a bad idea. Steel got up and caught my wrist in a painful grip, so tight I could feel the bones in my wrist rubbing against each other. He yanked me down from the table throwing me to the floor.

"He was being nice, bitch," the man growled, as he took his thick leather belt from his pants. He made a gesture signaling Billy to grab me. "You're going to learn to do what you're told when you're told… and never turn down an act of kindness…"

"I-I'm sorry," I cried struggling. "I-I…" The belt hissed through the air filling me with dread. The loud crack as it struck both of my ass cheeks made me jump, then the feeling of fire spread across my ass. A second blow ripped a scream from the pit of my soul. My father had never struck me as a punishment. I fought the hands holding me desperate to get away as three more blows struck. Steel put the belt down on the table then grabbed a handful of my hair to force me to look into his hard eyes. He held out his other hand taking the joint from Rick. The cruel man placed the joint in my mouth.

"Take a nice, long pull, bitch," he ordered. Tears dripping from my chin, I managed to suck in the fumes of the joint. He ordered me to take another pull, then a third. By the time he took it away from me, my mind had begun to feel fuzzy. Checking my eyes, Steel ordered me back onto the table. My legs weren't shaking anymore, at least not from fear. As the third hand was played, Steel would hand me the joint occasionally. I didn't need to be encouraged to take deep breaths of the drug. It was dulling my fear, even making it so I didn't give a damn about the fire on my ass. I went down to my panties in a haze of disinterest, taking off my clothes as ordered.

"This is the final hand, bitch," Steel said grinning up at me. "You ready to loose your flower?" My eyes tried to focus on his somewhat handsome face, if you didn't mind the deep scar. My mind tried to think passed the warm fuzz filling my head with disinterest and apathy.

"My name is Crystal," I slurred, like any of them cared to know my name. They laughed at my slurred speech and the obvious look of disregard in my glazed eyes. Steel dealt out the last hand getting ready to pass the joint to Billy when I reached down at it. He pulled it away from my reach.

"You're high enough, bitch," he said with a light growl of amusement. "Any more of this and you won't be any fun in the bed at all." With something akin to desperation in my hazel eyes, I begged for one last hit. I wanted to be as dead to what was about to happen as I could get. Steel simply ordered me to stand up and be quiet patting his belt in open threat. I looked at each man as he asked for more cards. Mack smiled as he laid out his hand of three kings, and eight and a two of spades.

"Read them and weep, boys," he said. The others grumbled a little, tossing their cards at my feet. Mack ordered me to drop my panties on the table so all of the men could see. Shaking my head in a vain attempt to clear my thoughts, I shoved my pink lace panties down my long thighs. I let them drop to my ankles then kicked them off in a moment of defiant rage that faded quickly enough. He yanked me down off the table; half dragging me half leading me up the stairs.

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Crystal is in for a terrifying adventure into the dark underworld of assassins and slavers. She is trapped in a situation where any resistance could mean the death of someone she loves. Will she ever escape or will she succumb to the life of a slave?

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