This is the first part in a five part fictional story about a young woman named Maria. All characters depicted are 18 or older. Any resemblance to real people or places is coincidental. Non-consensual sex is not condoned by the author.
Maria
"So girl, you sure you can't hang out with me and Xavier at his place tonight and watch a movie?", Maria's classmate Tanya asked as the two begat to pack up at the end of their biology class.
"Sorry T," Maria replied as she stuffed her books into her bag and readied herself to exit the room. "I gotta work early tomorrow helping my Mom clean housed up town. Besides, my idea of a fun Friday night ain't watching you two swapping spit and groping each other while I sit there trying to watch a movie."
"Who said you'd just have to watch the movie?" Tanya asked with a sly grin. "Besides, if you don't want to be a third wheel I'm sure X could invite one of his cute friends over to make it a foursome."
"Oh my god your so bad!" Maria said blushing while shaking her head at her friend. "I can't believe some of the things you say."
Then you definitely wouldn't believe some of the things I do," Tanya chuckled. "Well, if you change your mind give me a call." And with that, Tanya left the room.
"That girl," Maria said out loud to herself as she double checked to make sure she had everything before leaving the class. Sometimes she wished she could be a little more carefree and adventurous like her friend. But, there was a reason she was more serious.
Maria was a pretty Latina from the inner city. Determined to find her way out of the ghetto she lived in her entire life, she was attending the local community college in preparation for getting her nursing degree. She was set on making her mother proud. She would not fall into the same trap her older brother Juan had been snared in.
Ever since she could remember, her brother, who was five years her senior, had been in trouble. First problems at school, then gang affiliation, and family court. Drug dealing, burglary, and prison rounded out the resume. The proverbial bad seed. In this way he had taken after their father who met his demise shortly after her birth. Juan had taken their father's death very hard.
Last she had heard, Juan was out of jail and living somewhere in the area as a drug dealer in a local gang. He had shown up uninvited at a small gathering of family and friends that her mother held for her upon graduation from high school the previous June.
His envelope with a card and a large sum of money inside was refused. He left without incident. It was a sad moment in what was supposed to be a happy day for Maria.
Maria had completed her first semester with honors and her efforts had earned her a scholarship for the remainder of her community college degree. She had settled into a routine of school five days a week and helping her mother clean houses and apartments in the wealthy part of town on weekends. Between that, attending church, and studying she had little time for a social life. While her friends were headed out to parties or on dates with boyfriends she was headed home for a quiet night with her mom.
It was about 4:30 p.m. on what had been a seasonably warm Friday in early April as she exited the lecture hall. The sun was setting in the western sky when a cool breeze embraced her olive skin causing goosebumps to form. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs of the building and rested her book bag on the ground near her feet. Next she took the zipper up hooded sweat jacket that had been tied around her slim waste and put it on. By doing this she better exposed her bubble butt clad in a tight denim mini-skirt that fell to mid-thigh on her toned, athletic legs. Once the jacket was on she took her hair scrunchy from around her right wrist, pulled her curly long black hair back and tied it into a pony tail. Then she pulled her cell phone from her book bag, adjusted her Earbuds, turned on her music, and put the phone in her jacket pocket. Lastly, she put her book bag on and headed across campus to the bus stop for the first leg of her 30-minute commute.
The focused young lady wasn't upset that she wasn't going out. It's not that she couldn't get a date. The sideways glances and lecherous looks from male students and staff she passed by was proof of her attractiveness. She had offers but turned them down to concentrate on her grades.
Oh, she had a couple of boyfriends in high school but for the most part had remained chaste. She was mature enough to know she didn't want to become a statistic like her mother; a single teenage mom. She loved her mother, but saw how she struggled because of poor decisions. Maria's sex life to that point consisted of heavy petting, with the occasional hand job or blow job to keep them happy. However, when they became bored with that they either cheated on her or moved onto others who would put out. She figured it was their loss if they couldn't respect her and wait. She satisfied her own physical needs by taking matters into her own hands, literally. When she was really horny she would take an extra long bath using the pressure of the water from the faucet to masturbate herself to an orgasm.
Abduction
Maria had a short wait at the bus stop before it arrived. A fifteen minute ride on the 20-bus to the subway station and one stop on the the Number 4 train put her about two blocks from her apartment building by twilight. The short walk down J street and a quick short cut through an ally-way had her at the back door to her building.
But, before she could get her keys out of her book bag and into the lock, two large men wearing dark sweatshirts with the hoods covering their heads, appeared from the shadows. She was so distracted by her favorite tune she didn't hear them until it was too late.
She attempted to scream but the one called Hector put one hand over her mouth while he pointed a knife at her neck with the other and hissed, "Quiet puta, or I slit your throat and leave you to bleed out right here. Now open those pretty lips without a sound."
Scared, but not senseless, Maria did as she was told. Once Hector removed his hand, the other kidnapper, known as Diego, fastened a gag in her mouth that would mute any future attempts to scream. Like a well practiced team Diego took the tiny speakers from Maria's ears and put them in his pants pocket while Hector grabbed her phone from her sweatshirt pocket and stuck it in his jacket. Then quickly Diego draped a large blanket over her while his partner fastened it with bungie chords around her mid section and legs. Before she knew what hit her they picked up her petite body like an old rug, grabbed her book bag from the ground, and rapidly made their way to an nondescript van that was now waiting at the end of the ally. No security cameras. No nosey neighbors. No cops. The van sped away unseen.
The driver Tito, was a skinny, clean shaven, young and relatively new member of the gang. His long hair was tied in a man bun and had black spacers in each ear lobe. He and the other two abductors were part of a gang led by a sadistic thug named Carlos or Los for short.
Los had worked his way up from a street hood hustler to Captain of this local branch of a notorious latin gang that made it's money through drugs and prostitution. He was known for his brutality and ruthlessness. Maria's brother Juan was a dealer in that gang since he last got out of jail.
"So Hector," Tito called out from the drivers seat. "What this pretty bitch do that make Los want to do her like this?"