Freshman Couple’s Night Out

The evening had started out so promising. That’s all Trisha Waters could think when the nightmare had started to unfold. The freshman with a knockout body stood 5’2 with a petite figure, decently-sized breasts, and such an adorable face. Her raiment of long, luxuriant blonde hair fell halfway down to her waist. Her sun-kissed skin was the envy of many a pasty white girl too. Her most devastating asset, though? Those baby blue eyes, which, combined with her practiced bat of the eyelashes, often melted a guy’s heart when she really, really wanted something.

This was a big part of how she’d gotten her new boyfriend, Everett, to take her out bar-hopping with fake IDs the day before classes started, after everyone had settled into the dorms. It wasn’t hard, especially in a city like Detroit. Although the urban sprawl just reeked of decay, on the plus side, it also meant that there were many hole-in-the-wall bars that didn’t scrutinize IDs too carefully.

She and Everett had started out the night on a carefree note. They’d lowered their inhibitions a little…making out at the Last Call Café as a prelude to something heavier once they’d hit the bars. They’d only been dating for a week, so Trisha hadn’t done much with him. Over a drink or two they’d talked about the serious relationships in their past, and Trisha decided she really, really liked Everett. Trisha’s hope was that she would get to know Everett better tonight, but she got more than she bargained for. Much more.

It wasn’t until they began walking from the café to the nearest bar that things got dicey…and turned from dicey to something far worse.

Four gangbangers ambushed them as they walked down K Street – one huge black guy and three well-built Latino guys, all at least in their mid-20s. The 18-year-old couple suddenly found themselves facing four men with guns and knives. Everett was well built and had a six pack of muscle – but even he couldn’t stand up to that.

“Hey, what have we here? Looks like a sexy little slut putting out,” the black man said with a whistle. Malik was the tall black guy and leader of the gang. His ‘brothers’ were Herminio, Diego, and Vasquez. They were all wearing jeans and sleeveless white shirts. They looked like brawlers, and the tattoos snaking down their arms made it clear that they were hardened from living on the streets.

Everett clutched Trisha’s hand and upped their pace. He glared at the lead gang member though, his sense of honor not letting him completely let it go. That had been their first mistake. Seeing Everett’s glare, Malik moved to cut him off. He pulled out his piece, pointing it directly in the young man’s face. Trisha froze. ‘Oh god,’ she thought, ‘what’s he going to do?’

“Listen up, white boy. You and your girlfriend are gonna stay a while, just chill. We gonna give you the best hospitality this city has to offer.” The gang leader’s leering grin sent a chill down Trisha’s spine. She felt her boyfriend’s now clammy, sweaty hand around hers.

“Look, we’re just passing through. We don’t want trouble,” Everett said, trying to keep the panic and fear from his voice. But it was no use. The gang members could smell that fear, plain as the stink of a skunk. Diego and Vasquez blocked off any retreat, and Herminio opened a side door to a rundown building.

“You better come with us, white boy, and bring your bitch with you,” Malik growled.

With his pistol shoved in Everett’s back, he prodded the young couple and ushered them inside. Trisha blinked as they stepped into the rundown remains of a house. The windows were all boarded up and someone had punched out an inner wall, creating a makeshift room that was twice the size of the average master bedroom. Many of the beams were bare to the touch, with crumbled plaster laying here and there. A ratty, nasty, soiled king-sized mattress lay in one corner, with a slightly smaller mattress sitting in the opposite corner. Flickering bulbs lit the room with tainted light.

“Welcome to our cozy digs,” Malik gushed. “Now, let’s get to business. No reason to fuck around, right?” He pointed at Trisha and then Everett. “You two can start stripping now. Let’s see you naked, slut. Your boyfriend too.”

Everett held up his hands. “Look, you don’t have to do this. Please, just keep me and let her go!”

Malik jabbed the end of the barrel into Everett’s forehead. “You stupid, man? You want me to pull this trigger. I said STRIP, so strip. I ain’t playing around.”

For a split second Trisha and her boyfriend exchanged a look of horror and commiseration.

‘Oh god, this is really happening,’ Trisha thought. She didn’t want them to hurt Everett, so she had to do what they said. She just had to. Slowly, reluctantly, and trembling all the while, the lithe and gorgeous blonde teenager took off her shirt, shoes, socks, and pants, until she stood in just her lacey lavender bra and panties. Everett was now just in his boxers.

Malik waved his weapon impatiently. “Take it all off, lovebirds. Let’s see how puny your boyfriend’s cock really is, eh bitch?” The gangbanger’s three companions laughed. Now Diego was a fat but muscular Mexican with a tattoo over each eye. He came up behind Trisha as she took off her bra with a shudder and then looped her panties down to her ankles, tossing them aside too. She’d never felt so helpless and vulnerable before in her entire life. She was completely naked in front of a bunch of strangers – and cruel, dangerous strangers at that. The sexy girl bit her lip with anxiety and fear as she felt Diego standing right behind her. He looked her up and down critically, like she was a piece of meat.

“Damn, Boss. We picked up a nice one, didn’t we? Look at that fine ass. Twirl around, girl. Let me see your pussy.” Trisha did as she was told, dying inside from the shame. She showed the heavyset Mexican gangbanger her front – her pink, exposed sex all shaved and alluring.

“Oooh, this bitch likes to maintain herself. Look at that shaved fuck-hole. Damn, she probably was planning on giving the boyfriend some action sooner and not later, right girl?” Diego moved to stroke the girl’s cheek in a twisted caress.