Author's Note – [I suggest you read the first part of this story as to not take some parts of the piece out of context. As part one was in the exhibitionist category, I have placed part two in the non-consent section of the site. I do not feel that either story is necessarily categorized correctly however, feeling that overall the story is perhaps an "Erotic Thriller." I hope you read the entire story before you give it the rating you feel it deserves.]
*** A DESIRE TO FLY ***
Bailey cried out as her attacker grabbed her by the hair of the head. "Come on bitch," he yelled as he tugged her forward. Reaching up with both hands, she grabbed him by the wrist, attempting to free herself. She could feel the rock hard muscles in his arm tense and tighten as he pulled her behind the building. There, she let out a whimper as she was thrown to the ground.
Sitting upright Bailey crossed her arms across her chest, cupping her exposed breasts with her hands. She didn't dare to look up, keeping her eyes to the ground. She could tell there were now three other men standing around her. Her body shook, not from exposure, but from the sheer terror she was experiencing. This was not what she had planned for. Her uncontrollable cravings for risk and excitement had drove her to more and more dangerous situations. She knew she had a problem, and she had tried to control her odd and perverse desires, but now she was caught and wished for nothing else but to return to her boring and uneventful life.
Without raising her head Bailey shifted her eyes upwards. Looking at their bodies, she could tell by the clothing they wore that these were the boys that had been chasing her earlier. She gazed over at the one that had grabbed her by the hair. She could see an intricate design of tattoos running up both arms of the youth. Prominently displayed in the design on his left arm was a set of hands, pressed together as if they were praying. On his right hand she could see a small tattoo between his thumb and index finger. It was a small five-point star. Slowly gazing around, she noticed that each of the men around her had the same star on their hands.
"Luis," the tattooed boy commanded. "Tell Peanut to bring he car up."
She watched as the one she assumed was Luis quickly turned and ran to the other side of the building. Her mind was in a daze and she felt as though she were watching some sort of movie. She wanted to cry, but no tears came from her eyes. It was as if this was happening to someone else. She wished she could simply sprout wings and fly away.
"I don't know where the slut was going," the tattooed man remarked as he looked at his friends. "Fucking bitch is fast, too." The others laughed as they looked down at their captive. "Hey Slut!" he said as he glared down at her. "What the fuck are you doing out here?"
Bailey trembled but remained silent. She brought her knees up to her chest, trying to shield her exposed body.
"Yo, bitch!" the boy again yelled. "What the fuck are you doing, naked, running through our hood?"
Just then Luis came running around the corner. She noticed he was a slender youth with a pencil mustache, and wore a black headscarf like the one that the tattooed one had lost earlier. "Hey Gino," he said. "Peanut wants to know if you want him to drive around to here."
"What the fuck," The tattooed boy responded as he flailed his arms. "I said bring the car up. That means ... bring the fucking car up." He watched as Luis nodded and again disappeared around the corner. Gino shook his head in disbelief and turned his attention back to the frightened girl. Giving an angry look he slapped Bailey firmly across the top of the head.
Suddenly Bailey found the tears she had been looking for. Her face was hot and flushed, and she could feel her eyes swell and weep down the side of her cheeks. "I ... it ... it was just a game," she said sobbingly. She buried her face between her knees and crossed her arms across the top of her head.
Gino reared back and cocked his head. "Game?" he said with a laugh. "What kind of fucked up game are you playing?" His friends chuckled as Gino began to pace back and forth in front of the girl. "Did you win the game?" he asked with a grin.
"Yo Gino," one of the other boys spoke up calmly. "We need to get out of here. Let's take her over to Robert's." The boy pointed to the other side of the vacant lot. "It's just over there."
Gino nodded. "Yeah. You and Snyper run on over there. We'll bring her over in a few." Bailey watched as two boys turned and ran across the lot, towards one of the homes across the street.
Suddenly, she heard the rumble of the car's exhaust moving closer. As the vehicle's headlights came into view, Bailey brought one hand up to her brow and shielded her eyes. She watched as the back of the building was slowly flooded with bright white illumination, the boy's shadows growing longer and stretching across the lot as the car pulled up and stopped.
"Stand up cunt," Gino commanded. As she rose to her feet he grabbed Bailey by the arm and roughly marched her to the back of the car. He then pounded on the rear of the vehicle a couple of times and yelled for Peanut to open up the trunk. She could see the driver quickly open the door and jump out of the driver's seat. He was a stocky youth with a wide frame. The cap he was wearing was tilted slightly off his head and she could see his short, buzzed hair cut underneath. With keys in hand, Peanut unlocked the trunk and pushed the lid fully open. "Get in," Gino said calmly.
Bailey hesitated, and soon felt Gino's grasp as he clutched the back of her hair. She winced and grimaced as he pulled her close to his face. His head was shaved smooth and he sported a goatee that was trimmed close to his chin. For the first real time she looked into his eyes. They were black and cold, and she could see anger dwelling deep inside him. Giving a stern look, Gino once again commanded, "Get in."
Still sobbing Bailey climbed over the back of the car, into the cramped compartment. She pulled herself into a fetal position as her body quivered in fear. She could smell the sickening odor of the vehicle's exhaust as she watched Gino smile and slowly close the trunk lid shut. As the darkness enveloped her, she found herself bawling uncontrollably. She then remembered Gino's tattoo, the hands pressed together. She began to pray.
*** THE LIFE OF THE PARTY ***
It had only been a few minutes since she had been locked in the trunk, but to Bailey it felt like an eternity. She could feel the car moving and turning as it made its way down the roadway. Her mind raced with morbid thoughts of what might happen to her. "Where are they taking me?" she asked herself. There were so many boys. She had to find a way out.
Her heart raced as she felt the vehicle come to a stop. As the trunk lid opened she shielded her eyes and found herself being forced into the harsh outdoor lights of a stranger's home. Gino grabbed her by the arm and shoved her forward, her naked flesh fully exposed for all the world to see. As he pushed her up the stairs of the front porch she looked at the house, its once white paint chipped and hanging in shreds from the weather boards. The home's windows hadn't been cleaned in years and were so dingy she could barely see through them. Reaching the top of the steps, she glanced at the sad remnants of the screen door that hung in the front doorway. Its aluminum frame was dinged and warped, and the screen was ripped with one corner hanging free. Gino pulled the door open and pushed her inside.
"Where's Robert?" Gino asked as he walked into the living room of the home. The man they called Snyper stood between the entrance of the living room and dining room, across the room from the front door, his black ball cap turned backwards. He rolled his eyes and pointed to his right, at the other side of the living room. There they could see a frail looking man slumped into the comfort of large green sofa at the exterior wall, next to the front door. His eyelids drooped as he raised his arm up to wave, the tourniquet and needle still hanging from his arm. "Aw man," Gino said in disgust. "Somebody pull that shit out of him before that fucker kills himself."
Bailey watched as Luis made his way over to the junky. She then turned and surveyed the room. It was like some throw back from the 1970's, its wood paneled walls and dirty green shag carpet. The home was strewn with clothing and food wrappers, and smelled musty and dirty like the inside of a garbage can. A mismatch of furniture sat haphazardly around the area, a tattered plaid couch sat at a wall across from the green sofa, and a large wooden coffee table was positioned in the middle of the room. At the far end, she could see an old recliner, its cushions ripped and frayed, exposing the yellow foam underneath. Her eyes were then drawn to a picture of Jesus hanging on one wall above the plaid couch. Turning back she could see a poster of a naked woman pinned to the wall just across from it.
Gino walked over to the coffee table and with one swipe of the hand cleared the trash that had been setting on its top. Bailey watched as he shoved a large glass ashtray off the table and into the floor, the ashes, cigarette butts, and remnants of marijuana roaches spilling across the room. "Sit," he ordered as he looked at her with a stern gaze.
Bailey didn't hesitate. Making her way around the rubble, she plopped her butt down on the wooden furniture and again crossed her arms across her breasts. She kept her knees close to her chest and tight together, while looking down at the carpet. She feared what might happen if she made eye contact with any of her captors.
"Where the hell is Rafael?" Gino asked as he looked around house.
Snyper straightened up in the doorway. "He ran over to see if Marco is coming." She watched as he brought a cigarette up to his lips and slowly inhaled, the fiery end of the smoke glowing bright orange. "I think he said he was gonna bring back some beer too."
Bailey could only assume that Rafael was the boy that had left the bar with the one they called Snyper. She wondered to herself how many people were coming to this quickly developing party. She sat stoically, trying not to make a sound. Gazing over at Luis, she saw him finish tending to Robert and ease over to the recliner. There, he sat down, gave a sigh, and pushed the chair back.
"Get the fuck up," Gino ordered, looking over at Luis.
