Chapter 01
The story of an immigrant from India
By Dan57 and Ari
Her name was Nikki ; she was 49. She was born and brought up in India, but had been living in the USA for almost 25 yrs at that moment. She had been raised on the typical old school east world teachings where women are always extremely conservative.
She was married to Prakash who was seventy years old. With such a difference in age, it had been no surprise they never got along during most of their marriage! Her husband was an elderly man when she was still looking young. Some people thought he was her father and that made him really furious. He had been on disability for a very long time and had become a pill addict, which didn't help their relations. All the money he received and a fair part of what she earned was wasted in these damned pills some crooked dealers sold him at very high prices...
Nikki was forced to work but that suited her quite well as she had at least a link with the outside world, far from her half bedridden husband... They had finally decided to sleep in separate rooms during the last fifteen years or so. Prakash didn't like to receive strangers while his wife loved to socialize with other people of Indian origin. She was too shy to mingle with people from other origins but she followed avidly the soap operas describing the romantic lives of US families!
During a discussion with her son who lived now in Detroit, she had openly admitted how fed up she was with Prakash, but she just hadn't done anything about it! Most people in the Indian community frown upon divorce : a decent Indian wife wouldn't imagine estrangement from her husband! She had nonetheless admitted that someone around her age could have kept her much happier than she was! Her son had pestered her with the idea that she should talk with other people, Indian or other ones and if she met someone younger and more interesting than her husband, just leave her husband and ask for divorce : she was still young enough to build a new life.
Nikki had just replied that she was far from being a top model, able to seduce a man at first sight. She was right : she was just a nice average looking, a bit plump, east Indian mom, She was not fat, just she had well filled curves that attracted the eyes of many men around her : C cup breasts that contrasted with her slim waist and a big round ass that swayed a lot when she walked. It would have been considered a major asset for a black girl but was a set back for an Indian one. To complete her description, she had long black hair, a mane that went down almost to her knees and which she had to comb for hours, a tedious task but she wasn't wealthy enough to go regularly to the hair dresser... She was petite, about five feet and five inches in a country where pompom girls could reach above six feet!
Her neighbours had never noticed her talk or mess around with other men. That was why she was amazed when a black man grabbed her by the elbow in a small street near her house. She opened her mouth to call for help as she thought it was an aggression. She just couldn't understand what this son of a bitch could steal from her : she must have had less than five dollars on her, that morning. The black man had placed his hand on her mouth to silence her.
- Shut up, bitch! I don't want to harm you, just chat a little with you. If you try to scream, I will be forced to cut your throat and we won't be able to discuss any more! Will you keep quiet, cunt?
Nikki was terrified but she nodded sheepishly! What this thug could want to her? The black man soon informed her :
- Your husband has bought me packs of pills and he promised to pay when he would receive his disability pension. He should have paid me a week ago but I have had no news from him...
- There was a problem with his pension. He hasn't received it so far!
- It's not my problem! You know what we do with bad payers?
- No...
- We pay a visit to him, we break the man's arms, we sack his home and we rape his wife...
- Oh God!
- And if he still doesn't pay, we may come back and use a cutter on his wife's face, cut her nose or slit her tongue in two... Better pay me and very fast, cunt!
- But if he still can't pay?
- You have a last solution : you can pay for him...
- But I have no money. He already takes most of my earnings to pay for your damned pills!
The dealer checked her out with a lewd glance that made her feel like vomiting. He clearly didn't consider her potential as a worker but the interest she would induce in a man, purely on the sexual plane...
- Let me have a look! Hmmmh! Yes! I think we could find a mutually profitable arrangement. With your ghetto booty and your large breasts, you could earn enough bucks to repay me if you are sufficiently obedient with me...
- What would you want me to do to you, exactly?
- To me? Nothing at all but I could make you meet some of my friends. It would open new horizons for you! You could climb swiftly the social ladder and end up with a nice sum for your old age...
- What are you speaking of? Prostitution? You must be mad! I am a married woman!
Nikki pushed the black man away and tried to run away. But he could run faster than she did. He was catching on her and he was about to grab her again. In a last attempt, she filled her lungs to call for help but she made the error to stop running to shout more easily. He caught her by the neck and placed a hand on her mouth to prevent her from calling for help. With his other hand, he snapped his fingers. It was clearly a signal. A car at the end of the street arrived almost immediately at their level. The driver was a Porto Rican.
- Jack, do you need some help with this ho? She is still quite decent, it would be a shame to ruin her face with your cutter!
- I am not that stupid, Vince! She can make much more money if I boss her!
- Oh! You've decided to start your own ring with that cunt!
- Yes, old boy. I have the intuition that she can become a big earner and you know that my intuition has never failed me...
While they were discussing, the black man had placed pieces of duct tape to prevent Nikki from screaming, other ones to pin her wrists behind her back. All his weight pressed now on her tied wrists and it was awfully painful but the only thing Nikki could do was groaning in discomfort. Jack also tied her ankles together and forced her to bend her knees to attach her wrists to her ankles. Now Nikki was completely helpless. She was weeping in fear and frustration : being abducted not a hundred yards from her home in daylight was just unthinkable. She knew there were no cameras in this rather poor sector! The two men just shoved her in the trunk. She had seen it in one of the series she followed on TV : the traffic cameras wouldn't find any trace of her, just a black man and a Porto Rican driving quietly through that suburb!
Nikki also knew she could suffocate if the arrival place was too far off but the trunk was big : the risk was quite limited. They crossed completely the city centre and the road became bumpy. Nikki knew there was a farmland zone to the east of the city with plenty of houses that had been deserted with the crisis... The car finally stopped and the trunk was opened at last. Jack and Vince just cut the duct tape holding together her ankles. Jack attached a dog collar to her neck, another humiliation for Nikki! She wasn't too surprised when Jack attached a leash to her collar. Jack seemed completely at ease there, not at all in a hurry to enter a nearby house that seemed not having had inhabitants for years!