A Debt To Be Collected
My name is Gabriel, I'm Mexican and I'm 21. Last month Philip, my older brother, recruited me and three other young men to accompany him in a stolen Chevrolet Suburban to collect a debt of $ 3000 from a man he identified as Gustavo. The group included Robert, Francisco and a man they called “Smiley”. Philip promised to pay us to “rough up” Gustavo.
Last Monday evening, near midnight, Robert stole an old Suburban and turned it over to Philip, who was the leader and driver that night. Philip knew that Gustavo worked at a restaurant where he normally finished work between midnight and 1:00 a.m.
So last Monday just before 1:00 a.m., Philip drove us in the Suburban to the parking lot of an apartment building; Philip said Gustavo lived there and would be getting home from work. The plan was to knock on the apartment door, and if there was no answer, to break in and “rough up” Gustavo, whom we expected would be hiding inside. Philip carried a cane and Robert carried a bat.
After knocking on the apartment door, Philip kicked the door down. Martha, Gustavo’s wife, had been asleep in the apartment’s only bedroom. The couple’s two young children were asleep in the same room.
We began shouting at her:
"Who are you? Where is Gustavo?"
"I'm his wife. He's not here"
"You're lying, where did the bastard hide?"
As Francisco rifled through her closet, Philip beat her with a metal bat.
"What the heck are you doing?" I said to my brother.
But Philip didn't answer to me and shouted to Gustavo's wife again:
"Where is the money, bitch?"
Martha didn't answer.
We were all staring at her. She was a pretty beautiful woman, she must have been around 25 years old. She was not very tall, had long hair and black eyes. She was wearing a black nightgown.
"Let's wait for Gustavo here" I said to my brother.
"No, I have a better idea. Let's take this woman with us and let's force her leading us to her husband. When we'll be there, he pay a ransom to have her".
"Come with us and take us to your husband, bitch. If he doesn't have the money, we'll kill you!".
Before leaving the apartment, Philip took some keys and I took the Martha's purse.
Then Philip grabbed Martha and dragged her to the our car. She was barefoot and always dressed in a nightgown.
Philip sat behind the wheel and Francisco in the front passenger seat. Martha was ordered to sit in the backseat and a shirt was placed over her head to obscure her vision. Robert and Smiley sat to either side of Martha, as I was next to Robert.
"So, bitch. Where does your husband work?" Robert said to Martha, waving his bat over her head and putting his hand over her nude left thigh.
"My husband works in a Mexican restaurant nearby, I will show the way to get there" said Martha, trembling.
As our Suburban drove toward the restaurant where Gustavo worked, my brother laughingly told us to search the wife for weapons. So Robert grabbed Martha's nightgown from the sides and pulled it upwards. Martha screamed, trying to push him away, but Robert with the help of Smiley managed to take off her nightgown. Now she was wearing only her white panties.
"Nice tits, bitch".
Then Robert move his hand over her breasts, starting to grope them. On the other side, Smiley did the same. Martha screamed again.
"Shut up bitch!" Philip said.
Finally we reached the restaurant where Gustavo was. When we arrived in front of it, it was already closed.
"Shit!" said Philip, driving around the parking lot as Robert and Smiley are still fondling Martha's breasts.
Then he stopped the car and made a call on his cell phone to report that Gustavo was not there.
"What do we do now, Philip?" Francisco asked.
"We must get rid of this bitch" said Philip, removing the T-shirt placed over Martha's head. The woman was looking at him in terror.
"We can't go back to the apartment because the door is broken. Maybe we have to throw her into a ditch".
Eventually Philip left the parking lot and headed the car toward the freeway.
As we're driving away from there, Robert and Smiley were began to fondle Martha again.
"Before we kill this bitch, can we have some fun with her, Philip?".
"Ok Robert, this slut is all yours."
Then Robert with my help pushed Martha over the seat into the cargo area. He followed her and pinned her back. Martha screamed aloud and struggled.
"Come here, Gabriel, help me"
I went into the cargo area and and knelt behind the woman. As I pinned her arms to the ground, Robert lowered his pants and started groping and licking Martha's breasts. Then he tore off her panties and spread her legs.
Martha started crying, pleading us.
"Please don't do this...I wan't...please...no!"
But Robert was already on top of her and soon penetrated Martha with his hard cock.
"Shut up bitch! Stop crying. I want to hear you moan."
As Robert was fucking her, I too lowered my pants and pulled out my dick, shoving it to Martha's mouth.
Martha tried to resist but then she started sucking.
"Don't bite it or I'll blow your ass off"
After few minutes I dropped a load of cum on her mouth.
At the same time, Robert have pulled out his cock from Martha's cunt and he cummed on her face.
Then it was Smiley's turn to come to the cargo area. He got on top of Martha and started fucking her.
But soon after he withdrawn his dick and asked us to help him to turn around the woman.
"I want your ass, bitch!"
Then Smiley spat on Martha's asshole and penetrated it hard.
"Ahhhhhhhhh". Martha screamed in pain.
As Smiley was pumping her ass, Martha's cellphone rang. Francisco answered and soon we realized Gustavo was calling.
We all laughed, then Robert put the cell phone next to Martha, in order Gustavo could hear her wife's screams as she was ass-fucked by Smileys.
In the meantime Philip never got on the freeway and, instead, drove along a dirt road which ran beside a levee.
Then Philip stopped the Suburban and went out, as Martha, still completely naked, was pulled out from the car.
"On your knees, bitch!"
When Martha's was in front of him a few feet from the back bumper, Philip pulled out his cock and stucked it into the woman's mouth.
Martha started sucking and finally received another load of cum on her face.
After Martha got up, a car passed and Philip gave her his black T-shirt so other passing cars would not see she was naked.
Then Gustavo's wife escaped on foot, but they didn't search her or her husband anymore.
The debt had been already collected.