Jennifer had to practically beat the Mexican off her. He laughed as she pried his fingers off her breast, and ugly purple bruises remained.

"Dammit, Miguel," she yelled, "do you want to get money or no money? I told you, you wouldn’t be able to do it by yourself! You know squat about American ways and how to convince people you’ve abducted me!"

"Yes I do!" the laborer laughed. "I just abduct you and send a note to your step-father! He sends the money to me and I release you! Then, I am on my way."

"On your way to jail!" Jennifer yelled.

"You asshole! Your application for a loan is in the bank records. They’ll check all the people who came to me for loans! They’ll nail your ass to the wall! But only I can discard your application record. Only I can do that! I haven’t entered it in computer yet. It’s still in my desk drawer.

"If I am missing, they will check my last transactions. They will search my desk drawers! You can’t do this without my help!"

Having pried herself away from him, she told him to get out of the car.

"I’ll create a ransom note and leave it on my bed," she said. "And I’ll tell them when and where they should leave the money."

"Why should I trust you?" he asked as he backed out of her car. "Why wouldn’t you turn me in to the police and say I tried to abduct you! How do I know you won’t do this?"

"And give up the opportunity of making lots of money?" she replied. "You have no choice, Miguel! You have to trust me! I wasn’t able to grant you a loan, but I can help you this way. But we have to make it appear as if I’m really abducted. We have to make it work. I know the system. I know the bank. I know my step-father. I can make it work."

"But all I wanted was enough money to pay our medical bills," Miguel said.

"I am not a bad person. I am not a thief! I need to help my family! I just need $5000!"

"Miguel," she replied coldly. Without me, you won’t get a dime. We both need the money. Go home. I will contact you!"

Jennifer started the engine, but Miguel leaned into the window.

"If you deceive me….if you turn me in...You will hurt my family. And then ¡Le lastimaré! I will hurt you!"

As usual, Jennifer returned to Vineland the next day, Sunday, and went to work at the bank. She had told a little white lie to Miguel Perez. Of course she had entered his application request into the computer, and there was no way it could be removed.

But she had to convince him that he needed her as a partner in the "Abduction." After all, he might have hurt her at the very least! She convinced him that she, and only she, could dispose of his application. And if the bank suspected him, she would say that he did abduct her. After all, it was his idea!

She skipped college classes that night, and met Miguel. Together, they finalized their plan, with Miguel mostly saying yes to Jennifer’s ideas.

Using a tape recorder, she made him repeat a few phrases over and over, until he almost sounded like a New Jersey native.

She returned to her condo and hardly slept that night. She woke up early, packed some casual clothes, makeup, and all her money and jewelry in a suitcase, and then proceeded to trash her place. An outside patio entered her bedroom, so she left the sliding door slightly open as if an intruder had slipped in while she was sleeping. Then she typed a ransom note on the computer and left it in her printer:

JONATHAN HELMS-- YOU WILL PAY ME $50,000 IN
UNMARKED BILLS TO RELEASE JENNIFER.
I WILL CALL IN INSTRUCTIONS
IF YOU CALL POLICE, I WILL KILL HER.

And then Jennifer smiled, pecking another paragraph on the keyboard: SHE IS A VERY SEXY GIRL! IF YOU CALL POLICE, I WILL FUCK HER OVER AND OVER BEFORE I KILL HER. YOU WILL NEVER FIND HER.

$5000 for Miguel, $45,000 for me! Jennifer settled near the computer and vibrated herself to climax.

Jennifer had a seedy apartment in Wildwood that she used on weekends when she was performing as a lap dancer. And, against her better judgment, she told Miguel where it was. Jennifer didn’t always make the right decisions.

She was a rookie at the game of deception. Hell, she was barely over 21!

They agreed to meet at her Wildwood apartment two days after she left the note. "How much ransom did you ask for?" he said.

$10,000! Like I told you!" she said looking into his eyes. "Five grand each!" she added toughly.

His eyes narrowed on the beauty.

"OK, we have to make the call," she said quickly, avoiding his eyes. "My step-father probably called the police and they‘ll have be trying to trace the call. So it has to be a fast phone call."

It was late, and the Wildwood boardwalk was all but empty. No one else was in sight when they called her step-father from a pay phone.

"Jonathan! Jonathan!" Jennifer was crying, but she spoke clearly as soon as her step-father answered.

"He’s gonna kill me unless you drop the money in unmarked bills at 1 a.m. on Thursday in front of the War Memorial in the park at in Ocean City.

If anyone but you leaves it there, he’ll kill me!"

"Is he there?" Jonathan asked. "Let me talk to the bastard!"

Miguel took the phone from Jennifer and yelled in pretty fair English, "Do what she says or I kill the cunt." And then he hung up.

Jonathan Helms and the police cursed at not being able to trace the call.

Jennifer’s mother Gayle was hysterical, but Jonathan gave her a sedative so she could sleep. He then dug a favorite picture out of his closet. It was Jennifer in a very skimpy bathing suit. He took it into the bathroom and placed the picture on the shelf over the toilet bowl.

And shot his sperm into the toilet water.

"OK, buster," Jennifer told Miguel after they made the phone call, "time for you to get back to your family!"

"Tu ahora es familia!" He said, crushing the young woman in his arms.

"No! No! Miguel! Don’t!"

She could smell his sweat as he slipped his hand under her blouse and unsnapped her bra. It fell to the floor and he opened the blouse. His hands crushed her breasts cruelly and she gasped from the pain.

"Uggggghhhhh!!! No!!!!!!"

"How much money did you ask for on the note?" he demanded as she writhed in pain.

"I told you! $10,000!"

"Why do I not believe you, puta? He growled. "Why would you want to help me? Why would you not turn me in?"

As he spoke, he dragged her shorts down, then her panties.

"God no, Miguel!" she begged, but he was all over her, his beer breath in her face.

"I told you before," he said. "If you deceive me, I kill you!"

"I will not deceive you, Miguel," she cried as he pushed her downward.

"Oh God, no! I won’t..." but he stifled her cry as he forced her lips over his thick angry cock and quickly came in her mouth.

"Now we are family," he said, leaving her crying on the floor as he left.

Jennifer’s lovely body was covered with bruises. She soaked herself in the shower for 20 minutes. She was at least thankful that he hadn’t fucked her.

She made two more phone calls. Placing the tape recorder near the phone, she called her step-father again. It was very late and he sounded groggy.

"Jonathan! She cried. He wants the money tomorrow instead of Thursday! Same place! Oh God, he’ll kill me! And then the tape recording of Miguel’s voice chimed in: "Do what she says or I’ll kill the cunt!"

And then she called her biological father, Bobby.

Jennifer stared at the briefcase for almost an hour. It was approaching 2 a.m. and a heavy fog had cast its gloom over the War Memorial Park. She was wearing a black sweater with a hood that blended in with the darkness.

She took a deep breath, ran to the briefcase, scooped it up, and disappeared. She found her car several blocks away, always casting an eye behind her for vagrants, hoodlums, the police, or Jonathan.

This time, she checked the back seat. Nothing. She drove away and waited until she could find a safe place to check the contents of the briefcase.

Sure enough, $50,000!

"Thank you Jonathan!" she exclaimed. She thought about her anguished mother. "I’ll be home soon, mommy!"

Miguel and Jennifer were supposed to meet the following night at the park. They didn’t want to be seen going there together, but Miguel feared that the girl would somehow deceive him, grab the money, and disappear. So he wanted both of them to pick up the ransom.

It was after 1 a.m. and he saw the briefcase, but no Jennifer.

"Where is that bitch?" He grumbled angrily.

Impatient, he ran for the briefcase. Right into Bobby DiGregorio’s baseball bat.

Bobby had no idea that his daughter had just collected $50,000. All he knew was that this guy had fucked his beautiful girl! Against her will. He didn’t kill the Mexican, but clubbed him just enough to scare the man out of his wits.

"Come near my daughter again and you’re a dead man," he warned. "Your Esposa y niños will never see you again. Understand! The man, dazed and bleeding, understood.

Bobby never asked his daughter about her personal life. It gave him a sexual thrill that she did her thing (especially as a sexy lap dancer!) and he did his thing. And sometimes they did their thing together at the Slut Hut. And yeah, now she owed him big time. Maybe he would collect his payment from her flesh!

But he did what Jennifer asked him to do. As the Mexican staggered to his feet, Bobby handed him a sealed package.

"She said to give this to you," he said to the laborer. "She told me it belongs to you. I think it’s money. I don’t know why the fuck she’s giving you money! You want to count it?"

"No, no!" Miguel replied fearfully.

"Gracias, señor!"

Jennifer had the money and the need to strut her stuff again that night as Luciana at the Slut Hut.

It was a weekday night, and there weren’t many people there. But she did her routine for the usual guys. Two black guys flashed big bills at her.

"Both of you?" Jennifer asked. They nodded. "You want two girls?" she asked.

"Just you," the young good looking one replied. The other guy looked like a body guard, very dark, brooding and mean.

Jennifer guessed that the good looking guy had money. A celebrity, maybe. He resembled P Diddy but not exactly.

"Is there such a thing as a black Adonis?" she wondered...

"Only one at a time!" Jennifer specified. "But the other can watch," she added. Jennifer followed the two men as they swaggered to the little private room.

First, she did her thing on the bodyguard’s lap, writhing and twisting as he became highly aroused. She had to keep pushing his hands away from her breasts and crotch. He was rough and demanding, and kept ignoring her orders to stop.

But she pushed herself away from him and motioned for the young guy to sit down. Jennifer never got personal with the clientele. Not until now.

She had sat on the laps of many black men, and had been aroused by their big cocks pushing incessantly at her barely covered clit. But this guy really turned her on.

"God you’re sexy!" she said to the young black. They kissed. She allowed him to grab her wherever he wanted. He knew her cries of arousal were genuine!

"You ok, Luciana?" the bouncer asked with concern as he entered the room.

He had heard her cries. She and the young black guy were pawing each other. The big black man looked menacingly at the bouncer, who blinked nervously and stepped back.

"Yeah, Slug!" she said, her voice barely audible.

"We’re gonna leave now. It’s my quitting time."

Slug had always wanted too fuck Luciana but she never came on to him. She was wearing that frontless little fur coat and was still in her lap dancer outfit as she was leaving with not one, but two niggers.

"Be careful, Luciana!" he called to her as the two left the Slut Hut.

"Yeah!" she said.

"Slut!" he said to himself, sadly.

When they got to her apartment, Jennifer faced the two black men. She had never done this before…..invited two black strangers, black or white, to come to her place and fuck her free of charge. She was beginning to have misgivings. Why had she done that? She was always impulsive. Now they would know where she lived. She wished it was just the young good looking guy. The big one gave her the creeps.

The big guy stepped forward. Jennifer shook as he stripped off her fur coat, bra, and thong. The young guy stood by and watched, his arms crossed, his cock visibly erect through his pants.

The bodyguard dropped his clothing and moved into her, his enormous wet cock exploring her naval.

Jennifer’s juices were trickling down her thighs. She had never been this excited. She couldn’t stop trembling.

"Use a condom!" she said, but he ignored her. He was in command, not the slut stripper.

"Use a condom!" she repeated sharply. He eyed her angrily, then slapped her face.

Jennifer brushed away a tear. "Oh God! What next?

"He won’t use a condom! I could wind up carrying this monster’s child! He could have AIDS!" But it was too late.

She was afraid of this huge man! He could kill her with his cock! She remembered a story her mother had once told her about a funny Hollywood guy named Fatty Arbuckle, who tore up the insides of a pretty young girl with his fat cock. She died!

"Talk nigga to me, please!" she begged feebly. She had nothing else to ask for. Her fantasy was to be forcibly raped by black men who talked nigga!

"You got a pretty snatch!" he said to her. "This nagga gonna bing and bang you till you cream, white ho!" he replied.

He sat on the couch and pulled her onto his lap. Jennifer was the most beautiful white ho he had ever seen. He was rougher than he was at the club. Jennifer tried to protect her breasts, but he pushed her hands aside and crushed them. She screamed in pain.

He grabbed her twitching soaking wet pussy and said "I’m gonna fix dis shits wit it ain't broke in yet!"

"What’s your name?" she asked timidly. "I need to know who’s fucking me!"

"Huh?"

"Your name!" she repeated. "Please!"

"Juan," he said, with annoyance.

UHHHH!! UHHHH!! UHHH!! Jennifer cried out as he lifted her up, then put her down onto his massive cock. In seconds, she felt thick ropes of sperm burning her vagina.

Juan took his time after he came, mauling the young girl until she begged him to stop.

Becoming angry, he pushed the girl away with one more parting smack to her face.

The thoughts came back. "Oh God, I’m gonna have Juan's baby!

And then it was time for the young guy. He was light skinned and had the face of a movie star. She had never seen such a sexy, handsome black except maybe in the movies.

"God, you’re beautiful!" She exclaimed a she stared at his perfectly formed cock.

But she was frightened, and still in pain.

And you’re beautiful," he replied, for a whore!"

Rather than sit on the couch, he motioned towards her bed.

Her pussy still dripping with Juan's sperm, she sat down on the handsome young black’s lap, and his penis easily disappeared inside her cunt.

"Condom?" she said weakly.

"Fuck that, cunt!" he said.

He crushed her breasts into his chest and began moving in and out... slowly.

"Wait!" she gasped! "I have to know your name!

"Fuck that!" he repeated.

An inquiring mind needs the studs who are fucking her!" she said with a nervous laugh.

"Jamall," he said, withdrawing his prick a bit.

"But we’ve been tight a long time!" he said. "You know me, Gabbygirl."

"I do?"

"Yeah, your e-mail friend! I’m Ladykiller69!"

Jennifer couldn’t catch her breath. Ladykiller69! She shuddered for a minute as she recalled his last e-mail: I’m gonna fuck your eyeballs out, then crush your pretty white-girl neck slowly as you cum. Your body will twitch as you take my load in your ass."

"But how did you find me?" She said as she tried squirming out of his grasp, but he placed his hands under her buttocks and drew her closer. He kissed her neck roughly. Her breasts. She couldn’t stop gasping.

"How... did... you... find me?" She was terrified! Nor had she ever been so excited in her life!

"It was easy, ho," he said. "You thought I lived in another state, but it turned out that we both live in New Jersey. You told me that a long time ago! You sent me stripper pictures. I showed them to brothers in Trenton, Camden, and Newark, but you’re too white for them. Then bros in Atlantic City and Wildwood. And here I am!"

Grabbing her by her hair, he pushed her face down on the bed. AIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! She screamed as he worked his huge cock into tight virgin anus.

Jennifer’s breath became ragged with a fear and excitement she had never known. She was coming. She couldn’t stop it. She was moaning and mewing like she was going to explode.

"Talk nigga to me!" she begged again. She was crying now because she was aroused, hurt, and afraid for her life. His strong hands tightened on her lovely neck.

She struggled, but just a little bit, like a helpless child.

"Do you like it, ho?" Jamall asked.

Her face flushed with excitement, Jennifer nodded yes.

"Can you feel it cunt, can you feel the life leaving you?" Jamall whispered in her ear.

She was sobbing now. But she shook her head yes. And then she said, "Please stop!"

But he didn’t.

"Don't worry now," Jamall said soothingly. "It’s all butta chilling through eternity!"

Jennifer’s body jerked in spasms an explosive climax as Ladykiller69’s sperm burst inside her. Her bulging eyes told him that he should loosen his grip now.

But he didn’t.

Bobby DiGregorio stood outside his car, took a last drag from his cigarette, and stared at his daughter’s Wildwood apartment. He had gone to the Slut Hut to see Jennifer, but Slug the bouncer told him that she had left with two black studs.

"I’m getting very bad vibes about that, Bobby!" Slug said.

"But if I told her not to, she would have told me to go fuck myself!"

Bobby nodded his head in agreement. He knew his daughter.

For once in his life, he couldn’t make a decision. If they were hurting her... raping her... he would kill the bastards! But if his daughter was enjoying it, she would be pissed at him if he broke in! He took the Ruger from his glove compartment, and jammed in the clip.

"What the fuck should I do?" he asked himself.

He got his answer.

Her door opened, and two black men left.

They turned around and saw him approaching. His gun was concealed in his pocket.

Juan scowled at him, but they nonchalantly got in a car and drove off with the headlights off.

Bobby tried to read the license number, but it was too dark.

"Fuck!" he said.

Jennifer had given him a key, but the door was unlocked.

He found her nude and face down on the bed.

He turned her over. Her lips were blue, her neck black and badly blue.

Her eyes were partly opened.

"Damn you, Jennifer!" he yelled, like a frustrated father at a naughty child.

To be continued...

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