Tricked into Turning a Trick Pt. 06 - Unveiling Masquerade
Amanda returned home after enduring the traumatic evening with David, Mark and Sean. What she had just endured weighed heavily on her mind. She took a long, hot shower which may have removed all the fluids from her body, but it failed to wash away the memories from her mind. Her vagina, ass and mouth were all abused and the soreness she felt reflected the rough treatment she endured.
Amanda slid under the covers, yearning for rest. Despite her physical exhaustion, her mind would not let her fall asleep, worried about what to do and with no solution to her current dilemma. She was deep in thought trying to devise a plan when her she was interrupted by a hard knock on the door.
"Who the hell could this be?" Amanda muttered to herself. Still dressed in her pajamas, she walked to the front door. In her neighborhood, unexpected knocks on the door were rare and often resulted in bad news. Amanda anticipated nothing less this time as she approached the front door. Peering through the peephole she was stunned to see Rick standing outside her door.
"What do you want?" Amanda yelled through the door, frightened by Rick's unexpected appearance.
"Open the door!" Rick demanded, his tone firm and commanding.
Amanda cautiously unlocked the latch and opened the door. She wondered to herself how he could know where she lived. His unannounced presence crossed such a boundary and showing up at her door at this hour was deeply unsettling. This behavior seemed more like something Sean would do. As Amanda hesitated, Rick took the opportunity to push the door open and enter the apartment, uninvited. Before she could react, he quickly looked Amanda up and down.
"Hurry up and get dressed," Rick commanded.
"Rick, it's not a good time," Amanda protested, dumbfounded by Rick's tone.
"I'm not asking, NOW GO!" Rick's voice grew aggressive.
Amanda headed towards her bedroom to quickly change. Once dressed, she followed Rick out of her apartment and towards his car, which was parked in the loading zone with its hazard lights blinking.
"Get in," Rick said.
Rick sped off, the tires screeching as he left. He drove aggressively through traffic, giving Amanda the impression he was in a hurry.
"Where are we going?" Amanda asked. Rick ignored her question. "What's going on? And how do you know where I live?" she pressed, seeking answers.
"Not now," Rick responded curtly, as he drove into the night.
As Rick drove, a million unsettling thoughts flooded Amanda's mind. Confused with his intentions and the urgent need to leave in the dead of night, Amanda gripped the side of the car door as Rick weaved through traffic at high speeds.
Rick turned onto a street that looked familiar to Amanda. Once he stopped in front of the Seaview Apartment Complex, Amanda felt herself begin to panic. Why had Rick brought her to Sean's apartment complex, where just hours ago, she was defiled by three men?
"What are we doing here?" Amanda asked, her nervous voice trembling
"Once we're inside, Don't say a thing. Do you understand?" Rick stated, but was met with a blank stare on Amanda's face. "Do you understand?!" Rick repeated, his tone more forceful.
"Yes," Amanda responded.
Amanda followed Rick as he led the way to the apartment complex. Rick walked right up to Sean's apartment door and stopped, before turning to face Amanda. "Remember, not a word," he reiterated.
Amanda nodded, her mind in shock from the unfolding events, utterly dumbfounded about what awaited her inside. She felt a sense of foreboding, unsure what might be demanded of her, as Rick opened the door to Sean's apartment.
Upon entering, Amanda was shocked by the scene. Several men, all dressed in black with ski masks covering their faces, stood in the apartment, each holding assault rifles. At the kitchen table, another masked man sat with a laptop, typing away. But what was the most startling sight was in the center of the room, where a few hours earlier she had been defiled beyond her belief. David, Mark and Sean were on their knees, with their hands were bound behinds their backs, and black hoods over heads. Men with guns stood ominously behind them, giving the impression that an execution was imminent.
"What's going on here? Have you been assaulted? Who would do something like this?" Rick's voice finally broke the silence, dripping with sarcasm. "It must feel awful to be sitting there so vulnerable. What kind of person who would prey on vulnerable individuals? Can you imagine such a thing?" Rick proceeded to punch Sean in the stomach. Sean doubled over in pain, coughing and struggling to breath.
"I have very powerful friends. We have a brotherhood unlike anything you little fucks could ever imagine. It's bound by honor and loyalty. We'd die for each other and as you can see we'd do anything when called upon, unlike your friendship, where I wouldn't doubt that you'd fuck each other over for a nickel."
The man in the kitchen got up from the kitchen table and walked towards Rick with three cell phones in hand. He handed the phones to Rick. "It looks like the video was on just one of their phones. Getting into their phones was like amateur hour. Of course I wiped the phones clean and deleted everything. I didn't find any copies and the analytics show nothing was sent electronically, so it looks like we are good. I'm going to do a few more diagnostic tests to be sure," he stated in a hushed tone, so as only Rick and Amanda could hear.
"I've just been told that the little video that you had has now been erased, along with all your photos. Your computer and your friend's phones were checked and surprisingly there were no copies. Lucky for you, that makes things easier. This charade is now over. It's one thing to fuck over a young girl, but you messed with the wrong guy," Rick said angrily, leaning inches from Sean's ear.
"Now, if I find out there are any copies or if this video surfaces again, my friends will return, and this time, they will finish the job. I don't like killing people, so don't make me," Rick threatened. He grabbed wallets from the table, pulling out the ID's, before walking back to the captives. Looking at the ID's he began reading off the names. "David and Sean and Mark. Man you are a big one," Rick said, addressing Mark.
"These kind of events are just what one needs to make a change. New direction, new city, new friends... Now would be a perfect time to start. Do we understand each other?" Rick questioned.
"Yes, we understand!" David exclaimed, his voice trembling as if he were crying.
"Good." Rick responded, before glancing over at Amanda, who stood dumbfounded, unable to process what was happening. A surge of anger erupted within her. She stormed over to Sean and kicked him squarely in the groin. Sean doubled over in pain as the men in the room laughed. Amanda stepped back and watched as Sean coughed and struggled to catch his breath. Then she kneed David directly in the face, his head snapping back from the blow as he fell backwards. He quickly crawled into the fetal position and began sobbing under his hood.
Turning to Mark, Amanda felt she might not be able to hurt him physically, so she grabbed a nearby lamp. Raising it above her head, she brought it down with force. Just before it made contact, Rick intercepted, catching the lamp before it hit Mark.
Amanda looked at Rick, who shook his head, disapprovingly, as he took the lamp away. The other men laughed at the scene. Frustrated, Amanda sent a sharp kick at Mark's face, landing a strong blow with the heal of her shoe. Mark buckled over in pain. As she went for a second kick, Rick quickly grabbed her and pulled her away towards the exit door.
Rick pushed Amanda out of the apartment to her dismay. She wanted to inflict more pain on them for what they did to her.
