Chapter 13
Alfred Vale was one of two friends Roger had met in college as a result of having dealt with Dawn White. Alfred was tall, round-faced and beefy-looking, with black hair, a short nose, and usually a pleasant smile. like Roger, he had been waiting for an opportunity to get back at Dawn. Un-like Roger, he had been one of the men who had helped pay her college tuition, and in addition, had been beaten up by her brother while having his wallet emptied.
The third member of the trio was Herb Schmidt. Herb was shorter than either Al or Roger, also with black hair, piercing gray eyes, and an almost bland face. Herb had always been on the thin side until a couple of years ago, when he had become slightly portly. When Herb was told of an opportunity to revenge himself on Dawn, he smiled a wide smile, and asked if it was all right for him to bring along one other person who had been taken by the lady. Roger had agreed after he'd learned that Herb's friend was Bob Manetto, an insurance broker who had been taken for more money than all the others put together. Bob was the youngest of the group, tall, slender, light-haired, with almost Aryan features.
All four agreed Dawn had gotten where she was because she had taken money from three of them, and had caused one helluva lot of pain to the fourth, Roger. As a result, it was only fair the four of them topple Dawn from her lofty pedestal. She was first entering the prime of her modeling career, herself just a little past nineteen. She had gone through college as quickly as Roger.
Herb Schmidt was the private investigator Roger had been using for all the other women, and Herb had dug up the information that Dawn was now all alone in the world, and if she were to disappear, the only people who would miss her would be her employers. She had no friends, and she certainly had no boyfriends, being a virgin. Sex didn't interest her in any way.
So it was the Monday morning after Roger had made Rosalie blow him that he, Al, Herb, and Bob were in a rented blue Ford, parked outside the apartment building where Dawn, now a fairly well-to-do-model, lived. She was one of the few black models who appeared headed for the top of the modeling profession.
In his travels around the world, while working during the summer for Collins and Cole, Roger had once gone to Africa. There he had become friendly with the leaders of certain native tribes living in the area where he intended bringing electricity. The tribes themselves would eventually receive schooling and learn how to live among civilized people as sidewalks replaced dirt roads, but it would be a few more generations before the tribes abandoned all their customs. The one that had interested Roger the most was that of polygamy. If a woman like Dawn was spirited away and given to one of the tribal chiefs, she would be virtually stuck in the jungle for the rest of her life. After all, she had no friends to help her.
It was agreed by the four men that they would do just that. Dawn would be brought to Roger's estate, to join the other three women, and on a certain date, the four of them, along with Roger's fifth woman, would be taken to different places in the world, there, to disappear, probably forever, from Ohio civilization.
"Shit!" Bob, the driver of the Ford muttered as Dawn emerged from her apartment building. "She still has one terrific body. To think she doesn't do anything with it."
"Look at those calves," Roger whispered. 'They've never been wrapped around the body of any man. You know, where does a virgin come off having legs like that?"
"I think I'd like to fuck her," Herb Schmidt muttered. "I mean, since we're giving her away, what harm can it do to give her a taste of paradise before sending her to hell."
"I think that's a brilliant idea," Al, sitting beside him in the back seat muttered. "How do we get away with it?"
"Simple," Roger pointed out. "We snatch her, and we drive back to my estate. There, we take turns."
"Look at the way she's wiggling her ass," Herb noted.
"I see you're not prejudiced," Roger smiled.
"Not me," Herb shrugged. "A pussy is a pussy. I don't discriminate in business. I work for anyone willing to pay me, black, white, yellow, brown or red. A good-looking cunt is a good-looking cunt, black, white, brown, yellow, or red."
"My cock feels hard already," Al muttered.
The streets were fairly empty at that time of the morning. Dawn was obviously on her way to some early morning modeling assignment. It was one she would never keep.
Al got out of the car and crossed the street to where Dawn was standing on the corner, waiting for a cruising cab. Bob started the car and came around, waiting for the traffic signals to change, and slowly approached Dawn. The black girl, totally unaware of what was about to take place, was still looking for a cab.
The four-door sedan was now directly in front of her. The streets were empty for the moment except for Al and Dawn. She saw the back door of the sedan open, and before she realized what was happening, hands grabbed her from behind, and she was being forced into the sedan. She heard the back door slam as she felt herself being drawn across the knees of two males in the back. Roger had climbed into the back and so Al hurriedly slipped into the front seat. Herb clamped his hand over her mouth, keeping her from screaming as the car slowly pulled away from the curb.
Herb took his hand from her mouth and pressed her face into his groin. He was aware of tightly clamped-together lips against his already solid horn. Jesus! It felt good even with his pants on.
It didn't take long for the car to head for the outskirts of town and then to Sunrise. Roger had his hands clamped solidly against the black woman's rounded buttocks, and as a result felt the pressure of her cunt against his own stiff cock. He knew damn well he had to fuck her.
"I think I'll take her clothes off right now," Herb muttered. "I mean it'll save time once we get there."
"Stay cool!" Roger insisted. "You don't want someone peeking in here and seeing a naked woman on our laps, Fully clothed, it might look like she's sick and we're going for help. Besides, I'd like first crack at her virginal crack. I mean, I'm the one who got beaten up worst of all, so I go first."
Before Herb was able to reply, the car had pulled into the garage of Roger's estate. The four men got out and between them carried the helpless black girl into the house. Gaby had the other three women occupied in another part of the house, so they weren't aware of what was going on.