Kidnapped!

It was too late for her to do anything. She knew it as she was knocked off the bike into the side of the SUV. The two men were quickly on top of Katja, and had her pretty much immobilized. They put a bag over her head, cuffed her hands behind her back with her own handcuffs, and **** her into the back of the SUV. Doors opened and closed, and she felt the SUV as it quickly accelerated. She couldn't help but think to herself , "Oh my God, I'm really fucked now," as her body thumped against the SUV with each turn the vehicle made. Then suddenly it stopped. Doors opened and closed. She could hear voices, but they were muffled, and she couldn't make out what was being said.

The lift gate opened, and a rush of fresh air hit Katja. She could now hear the voices clearly. "Second one we caught this week. You think those assholes would wise up and stop sending dumb bitches to patrol the hood like they do," said a rather plain sounding male voice. "The more, the merrier" said a deep baritone voice. "After we break her in, we'll sell her to Raul. She'll be shipped to Mexico with her friend. They'll become high priced whores for a while." The two men laughed, and yanked Katja roughly by the arms out of the SUV, standing her straight up. They removed the bag from her eyes so she could see the two negroes who captured her.

"You sure are a pretty white girl, just like the last one," said the one with the baritone voice. He was tall and very muscular. While his head was bald, he sported a rather nicely groomed goatee. "You can scream in here all you want. Ain't no one worth anything gonna hear you. The more you scream and cry for help, the more I get off. Understand me, bitch?"

Katja was too scared to speak so nodded her head. She glanced around the place nervously, hoping to find an escape route if the opportunity should arise. But there was none. She was in an old warehouse, and the doors were all locked and chained, except for the bay door the SUV drove through. She knew she couldn't go that way. She resigned herself to trying to survive through complete obedience, and hopefully an opportunity would present itself.

Then she thought of Missy. She must be the other one they were talking about. Perhaps if she could bide her time, she could catch up to her, and they could both escape together. That is if Missy wasn't already on her way to Mexico. Katja knew American white women were a great commodity down there. Whoever this Raul person was would pay top dollar for Gringo women. Mexicans loved to humiliate and **** white women, and impregnate them over and over again. She shuddered at the thought, and only hoped she and Missy could escape that fate.

"She's a fine specimen of whiteness," said the clean shaven negro. He had dreadlocks that came down to his shoulders, though he wasn't as muscular or quite as tall as his friend. "That blonde hair just says it all. I bet she's even nice and tight." He turned to Katja. "You're nice and tight, aren't you?" he asked.

Katja just stood there, her face pointing to the ground. Goatee man grabbed her by the chin. "When you're asked a question, you answer. Are you tight or not?"

"Y-yes sir," stuttered Katja. "I've been told I am, any way."

"Well I guess we'll have to find that out," said dread man. He reached around in back of her and took off the cuffs. Katja rubbed her wrists. It was a relief to be out of the cuffs.

"Now, we can do this the hard way, or the easy way," said dread man. "You can either strip, or be stripped. Either way you're gonna be buck naked. Keep in mind it's more fun for us to rip your clothes off of you. It's kind of like opening up a present." He smiled at her, and it gave Katja the creeps.