This is a work of fiction and meant for persons at least 18 years old. The
names do not represent real people.
ONE SHORT STOP BEFORE DINNER
Chapter 1
It was a warm late Saturday afternoon as Neil Nesbaum his wife Edith and their
19 year old daughter Ariel took the off ramp from the freeway leading to the
garment factory he owned in the industrial area of the city, just a short stop
before they went to an early dinner.
Neil's 45 year old wife was irritated at the detour and wasn't shy about letting
him know it, she'd been carping at him for the better part of the drive. Even
with her complaining he still cared for her a great deal, she still hadn't lost
her thin figure over the years even with having a child, at 120 lbs and 5'5" she
was still an attractive women. Her chestnut hair was full bodied and came down
below her shoulders, her gray eyes, small nose and thin lips along with her fair
complexion made Neil proud of his attractive wife, even if her small breasts
weren't as big as he liked he enjoyed her sensitive dark nipples. He still
loved having sex with her, she still had a tight pussy and on the rare occasion
she gave him oral sex her soft moist mouth made the wait worth it.
Tonight she was dressed in her black wrap skirt that showed off her legs nicely,
a red blouse, black panty hose and 2" heels and the red sexy underwear she was
wearing underneath had him wishing they could get back home as quickly as
possible. The only thing he didn't like about her was her attitude, she still
had the typical Jewish princes way about her that she learned from her mother,
and passed along to Ariel. He listened to her voice and wished she'd just shut
up and not ruin a perfectly good weekend.
"Dammit Neil why can't you just pick up the paper work on Monday morning, why do
we have to stop on the way to dinner" she pestered him.
At 55 Neil was use to his wife, he loved her and their daughter very much but
sometimes she could be a real bitch. "Edith I told you I have to go to the bank
first thing on Monday, it's in the opposite direction of work and I don't want
to have to drive all the way to the factory in morning traffic to pick them up.
It won't take more then 15 minutes to print out what I need then we'll go to
dinner and be back home in time to watch the movie you wanted to see". The tone
of his wife's voice made Neil realize that no matter how he felt about getting
home he wasn't going to get lucky tonight.
Seated in the back seat of the new SUV Ariel wasn't only unhappy about the stop
but of having to go to dinner with her parents. She had just come back from her
European vacation and wanted to go out with her boyfriend, not spend her first
weekend back home stuck with her parents. At 5'-7" and 120 lbs. Ariel looked
much like her mother, her hair was the same dark chestnut color but she kept it
much longer, almost to her waist, and her breasts were a nice b cup and tipped
with small pink sensitive nipples. Tonight she wore a blue skirt and matching
tank top that showed off her tanned arms and legs. Since it was warm this
evening she wore no hose and had on a 3" strap heels that showed off her well
manicured red painted toe nails and long lean legs. She sat in the back idly
leafing through a magazine hoping her parents didn't fight all through dinner.
Neil swung the vehicle onto the side street where his business was located, he
had a profitable garment manufacturing business located in this industrial
section of the city. On weekends the area was deserted except for the
occasional homeless person sleeping in the alleys. What Neil hadn't seen as he
listened to his wife complain about stopping was the nondescript older car that
had started following him right after he got off the freeway.
In the car were three youthful members of Leonard Washington's business
organization, of course Leonard wasn't what they called him, most of his people
referred to him as The Boss. What few friends he had called him Len and to one
segment of his well disciplined organization he was Pimp Daddy.
Leonard was born into the black ghetto that was part of the industrial area of
the city, he'd grown up fast and hard as most young blacks do. The one
exception was that he didn't shun school as most others did, in fact he'd
graduated from the state college system with a business degree. The difference
between Leonard and his fellow graduates was that he turned his knowledge
towards organizing illegal activities, first in his neighborhood then expanding
out so he controlled a large part of the inner city, including where Neil had
his business.
At 32 Leonard had control over and more power then most CEO's of major
corporations, for the well muscled 6'-6" black man had the authority over the
very lives of his people. No one crossed him, or at least lived to do it twice.
His youth had taught him violence undirected was wasted, but when used properly
resulted in obedience if not loyalty. Actually he treated the men that worked
for him well, making sure they took care of their families and paying them well
for their services. He controlled the normal violence associated with black
ghettos so the crime rate was actually lower, at least crimes we associate with
this type of neighborhood, then in other similar areas. If the police were
aware of the reason why crime was down they weren't telling the public and in
fact Leonard's organization had never attracted undo attention from the
authorities.
Leonard's business interests included drugs, gambling, prostitution, burglary
and of course auto theft. He ran one of the biggest and best prostitution rings
in the inner city, over the past several years he'd changed it from just street
walking black drug addicts to Latin, European and Oriental female immigrants who
entered this country illegally. His Mexican drug supplier also had a side line
of smuggling people into this country and when Leonard proposed his idea of
siphoning off one or two attractive girls from each batch brought across so he
could start his new stable the man jumped at the chance to earn the extra money
paid by Leonard. The European women came from another drug connection that
brought over women from the former Soviet Republic's. A Hong Kong connection
supplied the Asian women.
Convincing the unsuspecting women to work for him wasn't all that hard, in fact
it was one of the best perks his men enjoyed. Wanda ran that part of the
organization for him, she had spent several year's on her back but was smart and
good looking and tho Leonard had enjoyed her many talents as a prostitute he
found her knowledge of the business very useful. She was in charge of "breaking
in" the new merchandise, the usual process was a general gang bang followed by
several days of physical abuse then training by Wanda or one of the other more
senior girls on how to be a good whore. Leonard owned several motels in the
ghetto where they plied there trade. They weren't allowed drugs and were
relatively clean, given medical attention by a Doctor and required to keep
themselves fit and well groomed. Disobedience was treated harshly, punishment
ranged from a simple beating to torture by one of Leonard's men that enjoyed
that sort of thing or a repeat of the gang bang. All in all it was a very
profitable division of Leonard's organization.
The three young black's following the expensive truck watched it turn into a
small side street, they decided that car jacking it would be easy. They watched
it park in front of an old warehouse and a middle aged slightly over weight
white man get out and unlock the door leading into the building. They couldn't
see the other occupants inside the vehicle since the windows were tinted.
Greg, the leader of the trio quickly turned the corner so he could circle the
block and come in from the alley on the other side. "Listen if that cracker
leaves his truck out front while he's inside we boost it and leave, no trouble.
If he comes out we just bust his chops, no fucking shooting or The Boss will
shit all over us, we jus takes the car and split", the other two nodded their
heads in agreement. The Boss never wanted any killing unless he ordered it,
since it just brought to much heat down from the authorities.
As they pulled out of the alley so they could see if the truck was still there
they saw it pulling into the building through the now open sliding door. "Shit
lets go get him inside, bust his chops, tie him up and see if there's anything
inside that building to take with us, then we go" Greg informed his companions.
With that he pulled up to the side of the building and the three quickly exited
the car so they could overpower their victim before he closed the door.
Neil was of course unaware of the three as he walked back to the open door to
close it, he saw the shadow of Greg on the floor but before he could react the
22 year old punched him square in the jaw knocking him to the dirty cement
floor. The three of them surrounded him, one kicking him in the groin, the
other in the stomach as Greg hit the button so the garage door slid down and
closed.
Edith heard something fall, then Neil's cry of pain as he was kicked. She
jumped out of the truck just in time to see Neil kicked in the stomach by a tall
black youth, before she could even cry out she saw the door closing, blocking
out the bright sunlight. "Neil ...........stop don't hit him" she cried out not
realizing the danger that she was in.
"Shit" Greg shouted, then with youthful vigor he covered the distance between
him and Edith before she could react and backhanded her across the side of her
face sending her sprawling across the dusty floor stunning her.
Ariel heard her mother scream and turned to look back towards her through the
window when she saw the black youth slap her mother and send her to the floor.
In unthinking panic she jumped out of the vehicle only to see her father laying
semi conscious by the door of the building, "Mom .......... Dad" she screamed as
her hands flew to her face.
"Jesus fucking christ how many are in there" Greg yelled, then grabbed the now
screaming girl in his arms before she could even hope to flee. "Grab the old
bitch so she don't run" he called out to one of his accomplices. Before Edith
could get her senses back her arm was twisted behind her back and she was lifted
from the floor as the strong black youth grabbed a handful of her hair to make
sure she couldn't get away.
"Motherfucker we be in pussy heaven" cried out the gang member that was standing
over Neil.
Greg struggled with the Ariel as she tried to kick him as he held her in a bear
hug. He squeezed her tightly in his grip until she couldn't breath then let he
loose so he could slam her stomach into the truck fender knocking the breath and
fight out of her. He quickly grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled a small
caliber gun from his pocket, yanking her head back he held it to her temple.
"Listen bitch you scream or fight and I'll blow yer fucking head off along with
the other two", pulling her hair painfully so her head was pulled further back
he yelled,"understand me bitch".
Ariel's eyes were wide with fear, the pain from having her hair pulled didn't
even register with her as the gun pressed against the side of her head. "Please
......please don't hurt us ...." she pleaded as her saw her mother being
manhandled by the other youth.
"Find something to tie the dude up so he don't make a fuss, then help tie the
other bitch ... and hurry fucking up" Greg ordered in an angry voice. He was
worried, what should have been a rather nice present to The Boss was turning out
to be more then he bargained for. He wasn't sure what to do with the three
white people he had but wanted them tied up before there was any more trouble.
Ariel could smell the stale odor of sweat on the black that held her tightly
against his body. Like all whites she was instinctively afraid of blacks, she
had never been touched by one, let alone had one with his face pressed against
hers. She was scared and felt like she was going to throw up.
Neil was no problem tying up since he was still stunned by the attack and there
was plenty of rope laying around the musky warehouse. Edith was another matter,
once she'd regained her senses she started screaming at the youth that held her.
"Get your stinking hands off me you filthy nigger" she screamed as she kicked
and twisted in his arms, even with her arm bent back she was a handful of fury
and indignation. He finally rammed her stomach into the end of a table to quite
her. As she gasped for breath the two of them tied her wrists together behind
her back and dumped her next to her husband.
The two looked at Greg and the prize he held in his hands, they both started
rubbing their crotches and had wide grins on their faces, "shit man let's party
hardy with theses bitches" one of them said with glee.
"You fucking assholes, we don't do notten till I calls The Boss, I ain't gonna
to piss him off". Pulling Ariel around so her back was pressed against the
truck and Greg's sweaty body pushing against her he held her face just inches
from his. "Now you listen bitch, you just get on your fucking knees with your
hands on top of yer head and cross them ankles or I blow you away ....fucking
understand me BITCH" he spat into her face as he pressed the barrel of the gun
into her stomach.
Ariel could smell his foul breath and was looking right into his blood shot
eyes. She was too terrified to speak, she nodded her head as best she could.
Then Greg pushed her to her knees hurting her as they hit the hard floor. Greg
couldn't think of any other way to place her, he had her kneeling like the cops
did to suspects and from personal experience he knew she couldn't jump up faster
then he could grab her. Finally sure he had the situation under control he
grabbed a short rope and tied Ariel's hands behind her back and placed her with
her parents. The three terrified people lay on the floor eyeing there three
captors.
"Listen man let's fuck the bitch's and split, no big thing man ....hell it won't
be the first time why get The Boss involved" one of them argued not wanting to
wait for permission to rape the two women.
"Fuck you .... either one of you fucks with me and you know he gonna bust your
nigger ass, just let me call. If he don't care then we fuck um ...other wise we
do as he says ......understand". The other two knew better then to argue, even
if they did disagree. "Now get the fucking car out of sight so it don't attract
the man". With that Greg fished out his cell phone and called, they put him
right through when he said it was an emergency. He explained the situation
quickly, gave the address where they were then hung up, he breathed a sigh of
relief, The Boss wasn't mad, he understood it was unavoidable.
Edith was coming around and started protesting in no uncertain terms as to her
feelings about what was going on. "You bastards let us go or I'll see you in
jail for the rest of your lives ...you dirty fucking niggers let us go" she
shrieked. She went on like this until Greg told them to stuff something in her
mouth, Ariel saw one of the youths find the most disgusting dirty rag he could
find then stuff it into her mother's mouth finally quieting her. Ariel sat on
the ground with her parents trying to keep herself from becoming hysterical as
she listened to what they wanted to do to her.
"Man I gonna love stuffing that white cunt with my black snake" one of them said
as he hefted his cock inside his pants and leered at Ariel.
"Yea man she gonna get it from both ends .........one in her mouth and the other
up her snatch" the other added as he slapped his companion on the back.
It seemed like forever until a knock at the door announced The Boss's arrival.
By this time Neil had regained his senses and he too had a rag stuffed into his
mouth so he would stop asking what they planned to do. He had offered them
money to let them go but Greg knew any decisions about what was going to happen
to them weren't up to him.
Leonard surveyed the scene before him, he knew if he let them go he'd have the
police all over the neighborhood. He didn't need the attention, the
authorities would go crazy when these white people reported being attacked. He
eyed the two women closely as he went through their purses and Neil's wallet.
He had to smile to himself when he saw their home address, he owned a large
apartment complex not more then 10 miles from where they lived. He had turned
it into a high class whorehouse and kept his best looking women there.
Of course these same women were also used at the motels located in the ghetto
area. Leonard always found it amusing that the well to do white men that
frequented the apartment and paid top dollar for the girls didn't realize that
they also had worked in the low priced ones he owned. What these men paid from
$500 to $1,000 for the black's and other minorities had used for $25 to $100
depending on which house they were working in that week. Once the girls found
out the difference between working the nice house, as they referred to it, and
the other's they worked hard to be allowed to stay there. Of course they were
rotated around but if they minded their manners and obeyed he kept them at the
better ones, new girls always started out at the bottom.
He smoked his trade mark thin cigar as he pondered what to do. It didn't take
long to decide, if he let them go they'd report the attack, but he didn't really
want to just kill them. That wasn't a moral issue it was one of survival, he
didn't want the three youths to be able to hold that over him, any killing that
was done was always carried out by much more trusted set of his lieutenants and
disposing of his three employees wasn't an answer to the problem.
Finally he decided that of all the options he had the one that was best and that
suited his hidden desire to dominate the white's that looked down on him his
whole life was to convince these people it was in there best interest to keep
quite about what had already happened and what was going to happen to them.
Leonard's sizable cock grew hard in anticipation as he started making calls to
put his plan into action.
Within half an hour he had been joined by his three top lieutenants, one of whom
was Wanda, and fifteen more of his men and 5 girls from one of his houses.
While this was being done he'd had the three whites put out of sight until he
explained the situation to his people. What he was planning on doing was
breaking in the young bitch for the entertainment of his people, then giving her
father the option of keeping quite or have everyone know what had happened. It
wasn't fool proof but he knew enough about psychology to know this was the best
way to keep the police out of it. He could always resort to other means to
achieve it, the proper people could take them away and make sure there untimely
deaths were not tied to his home turf, but at least his first choice provided a
nice diversion for his employee's.
