Road Trip!

La_Reina

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"Rooooooooooad Triiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip," Whitney yelled at the top of her lungs while standing in her convertible bug.

Alicia or Ali smiled at her bestfriend and shook her head. "Shush before you bring my momma out here raising hell." As if her mother could hear her Ali's mom came out the door asking them why they were so damn loud.

"Hello Mrs. Johnson. I'm sorry. I'm just so excited that we're going cross country for the summer before college. I'll be quiet."

"And behave. You two women better act like ladies."

Ali rolled her eyes at her mom's cautions. "We'll be fine momma." Ali whispered for Whitney to drive now. Whitney put the pedal to the metal, screeched, and peeled off. Ali looked back to see her mother fumming. "That wasn't smart. Fuck!" Ali looked at her cell to see her mother was calling. She answered it dutifully and for the next hour was cursed out and reprimanded on the dangers of driving. Ali could have killed her bestfriend as Whitney laughed the whole time she drove.

Ali and Whitney were as different as could be in looks. Whitney had milky cream skin with blue eyes, and long blond hair. Ali had a caramel complexion, shoulder length jet black hair, and dark brown almost black eyes. Where as Whitney was slender Ali was shaped like an hour glass. She had curves for days and often hated not looking more like Whitney. Other than that the two girls were very simliar. They both were the only child to do corporate lawyers. They were both fun, wild, crazy, and often threw caution to the wind. They both gotten into Harvard. And they both were expected to follow in their father's footsteps and take over the business.

That was a lot of pressure and hence, the road trip across the country before college. The only time they both felt they could be wild before they went to their ivy league school and followed in their father's footsteps. They wanted one more good time. One more adventure before they were forced to grow up.

"Wanna stop here at this diner for food," Whitney asked. Ali had taken over the driving hours before and she shrugged thinking the place looked seedy, but pulling over anyways. She was tired of driving and being in the car.

 
He wasn't going to stop at such a ran down place. However the way it was broken down could be of aid too, nobody in that place would remember things, even so he had passed it before and was going to skip it again.

He wasn't on a pleasure trip, at least not yet, he was near his "base". He was looking for what he always craved for, a slave. Now it couldn't be just anyone and that was the reason he kept searching the road, it was also the reason he was going to skip checking that diner again, that was until he saw the convertible. He didn't know what kind of driver it had, but something told him to stop and he followed that instinct.

He parked his black car near the diner, but away from the windows, so it couldn't be seen from the inside, and then he walked to it. His heart sped up as he finally laid eyes on Whitney and Alicia, they both looked incredible, their complexions were perfect, their shapes were incredibly sexy and had beautiful faces, each and everyone of these details was higlighted by their clothes.

As he walked in he didn't hesitate, he trusted his appearance would be highlighted by the decadent diner, and walked up to them.

"Hi, I'm Adam, would you be so kind as to keep me from eating alone?" he said jokingly "I'm sure that I would be safer with your company."
 
Ali heard the bell over the door ring and didn't pay any attention to it as she scanned her menu. The voice speaking to them however did interrupt her. Ali's eyes scanned the man's up and down as she looked him over. He was broad, wide, and very much a man. Not like the boy's Ali and Whitney were used to toying with. Something screamed 'bad news' to Ali and she shook her head no.

"Nope.."

"Yes!" Whitney cried gleefully downing out Ali's no. Whitney scooted over. "I'm Whitney and this is my girl Alicia." Whitney held out her hand and was giving Ali the 'Oh he's cute,' look. Ali rolled her eyes, smiled at the man, and went back to her menu.

The waitress approached ready to take their orders. "I'll have French toast," Ali looked at Whitney who looked like she was truly perplexed by the menu. "She'll have a ham and egg omelet with only onions and american cheese with bacon and a side of hash browns." Ali was used to her friend taking forever to make a decision and usually ordered for her. Whitney smiled and nodded her head. Ali looked at Adam waiting for him to order as she sipped her sweet tea. The waitress had already brought them their drinks.

Whitney chatted with the man talking about silly things, their trip, etc. Ali was more cautious. "What's your last name Adam? Where are you from? What do you do?"

"Daaaaaaamn Ali girl. Grill the man why don't you."

"Yeah. I will since I don't know him from dirt. He could be a serial killer for all you know!"

Whitney turned to Adam. "Are you a serial killer?" She didn't even wait for a complete answer before she was turning back to Ali. "Seee. You need to chill. It's supposed to be our summer of fun. Chillax. For me. Please."

"Fine!" Ali sat back in the booth and tried to engage in the conversation.
 
Adam, as he would think of himself for now, noticed the darker girl's negative, so he was very pleased when Whitney ignored her and welcomed him.

When the waitress came by he ordered an omellete, and paid attention to the control Ali had over Whitney, maybe it wasn't control, it was more like she was taking care of her, almost like a parent. Then as Alicia fired questions at him, he answered them quickly as to not to raise more supicions.

He was glad Whitney interfered on his favor, specially since her girlfriend's suspicions would be more than confirmed soon if everything went as planned. When Alicia finally joined the conversation he studied them both, he realized soon than the one he wanted was Ali. It wasn't just her caramel skin or her never ending curves, but he liked her confidence and she seemed strong willed too, also her defensiveness made her more of a challenge, something he looked forward to test.

While he enjoyed the conversation, he kept looking for an opening, he had decided on a plan, he would drug Alicia, Whitney would go along with him as he pretended to help her friend, and this way he could capture them both. He also hoped to take their car as well so that there would be no trace of them.
 
Ali relaxed a bit as the conservation wore on. Adam was charismatic and his jokes were funny. Ali just assumed he was a regular guy who saw the hot blond hair blue eyed babe and was hoping to get laid. Ali smiled and her phone rang. She picked it up. It was her dad. "Daddy!" Ali squealed into the phone. "Yes. We're fine. We're in some rinky dink place. I have to buy a phone charger. Yeah, yeah. As soon as we get to a big city we'll get one. No worries. Whitney has her phone. Really hold on."

Ali held out her hand and Whitney sheepishly pulled out her phone. She had over 6 missing calls. "Yes, sir. I have her phone now. No, sir she didn't answer. Yes, sir hold on."

Ali handed Whitney her phone. "Your dad wants to talk to you." Whitney took the phone while rolling her eyes before speaking to her father.

Ali stared at Adam. "Well. What did you say your last name was again? And your occupation? And what brings you out here to the middle of nowhere?" Ali ignored Whitney's stare. It was obvious Ali was kinda trying to run him off. Whitney slapped Ali's phone shut with a loud click and handed it back. Before Whitney could tell her off Ali stood up. "Have to pee. Come on Whit." And dutifully like all women do they left to use the restroom.
 
He was more than glad when Ali seemed to enjoy herself, he was really hoping they would let their guard down, well her really, Whitney had no guard to begin with.

He tried to keep quiet when the deal with the phone started, mostly so that nobody would place them with a stranger. That is why, when Ali started to question him again as Whitney talked to her father, he moved his chair closer to her, that way the phone woulnd't pick up his voice.

It seemed good, the responsible one had no charger, and nobody would expect the other one to pick up her phone. Then it got even better as they both headed to the bathroom leaving him momentarily alone.

He took out the pills, cracked one, and after checking nobody was watching him, he put a full pill in Ali's glass and half of one in Whitney's. It wouldn't knock them right out, but it would make them drowsy, specially Alicia since she would take a full pill. Their legs would fail soon and he would take care of them.
 
"What is your problem Ali Cat?" Whitney only called Alicia Ali Cat when she thought Alicia was being a bitch or starting to become one. Ali scoffed. "No," Whitney snapped at her as she went to the mirror to check her makeup. "He's a nice guy."

"He's just trying to get laid."

"So. What if I am too?" Ali rolled her eyes and went into the stall. "Seriously. We're supposed to go out and have fun. If every hot stranger comes up and you act like a bitch how are we supposed to have any fun?!"

"Fine!" Ali said as she flushed the toilet and went to the sink to wash her hands. "Fine. Fine. Fine. Do whatever. Let's just get to a hotel room. I'm tired and ready to just relax and get off of this damn highway."

"Now you're talking!" Whitney beamed and hugged Ali. "Besides I thinking of asking Adam to come with us. You know for a little sexin." Whitney bumped Ali's shoulder teasing. Ali just shook her head at the girl.

The girls left the bathroom laughing and Ali was impressed that Adam had paid for their meals. They still had their cups and Whitney scooted in and Ali sat beside her. Whitney and Adam began talking as before as Ali finished her tea. Ali yawned already tired from the drive and not wanting to get back on the road, though she didn't feel like postponing it any longer either. "Come on Whit we have to go. I'm getting really tired."

Ali rose and expected Whitney to follow. She wasn't listening to what Whitney was saying to Adam. She didn't care. "If you're not at the car in 1 minute I'll leave without you." Whitney had only called her bluff once and learned to walk home that night. Ali went behind the wheel and yawned. She was tired, but she didn't think she was truly sleepy. What was wrong with her?
 
He kept a close watch on them as they took their drinks, Alicia got tired quickly as it was expected. When she walked away he smiled at Whitney, and started to flirt more heavily with her. He was almost positive that her friend wouldn't leave without her, if her personality didn't prevent that, if he was right she should be almost asleep in the car.

He reached and brushed Whitney's arm softly,

"Maybe we should get your friend a place to sleep, she seemed very tired, and then we can continue"

He stood up and offered her his hand. "I hope you aren't that tired. I don't want you falling asleep on me" he said with a smile
 
Ali groaned when Adam and Whitney both approached the car. "He's gonna follow behind us Ali, okay?" Ali was too tired to care. She shrugged as Whitney got in the car. Ali pulled out of the parking lot and she knew she shouldn't be driving. Suddenly her vision was blurry and she was fighting to keep her eyes open. The first motel Ali saw she turned into. Whitney was blabbering about something, but Ali ignored her.

"Ali!"

"What?!"

"What's wrong with you," Ali turned and saw true concern in her bestfriend's eyes.

"I don't feel good." Ali continued before Whitney could get all maternal on her. "I just need to sleep. Mom kept me up all night talking. I'll be fine. Honest. Just get me a clean bed. With no roaches!" Ali yelled as Whitney got out of the car.

Ali swore Whitney had just left when the girl was back with keys. "I didn't know how long we were staying since you are ill. So I kept it open ended. Come on. I got us the deluxe which is supposed to be hardly never used so it'll be clean I think." Ali hated having to lean on Whitney as they got out of the car. Suddenly she was picked up and she forgot about Adam following them.

"If you hurt her," Ali said to Adam as she glanced over at Whitney who was yawning herself, "I'll kill you." Sleep took her.
 
Adam followed them, he was concerned, not for Ali's health, he knew that once the pill wore off there would be no ill effects, but she was driving and that could be dangerous. Luckily she made it safely to the motel.

He walked in with Whitney and helped her with the registration, she was trying hard to help her friend, and tried to be supportive, maybe it was a fear of screwing up once she was in charge.

He smiled at Ali's threat, it proved to him that his guesses on their friendship were right, she would probably do anything to protect Whitney.

He helped the blonde girl move her friend to the room, Ali was out cold, and the drug was starting affect Whitney as well, so transporting her friend alone would be very hard.

As they made it to the room and placed Ali on the bed, he handed a key of another room to Whitney.

"In case you want to drop by once you are settled in" he said and walked out of the room.
 
Ali was asleep. There was no doubt of that. She was placed on the bed and Whitney nodded to Adam and pocketed the key. Ali was usually a light sleeper so Whitney was a little concerned as she undress Ali and the girl didn't move. "Ali what the hell is wrong with you?"

Whitney sat on the bed watching the only working channel on the tv. She sighed bored. "We're supposed to be having fun." Whitney yawned and something dug into her side. She reached into her pocket and smiled. "You're so boring you're making me sleepy, but I know just how to remedy that. If you want me to stay just saying something."

Whitney stood up and grinned. "So I'll go find someone to have fun with. You'll be fine." Whitney sent Ali a text message telling her where she'll be at before she walked out of the room. Whitney looked at the key. 1218 was on it. She walked to the room and knocked on the door. As the door opened she tried to stifle a yawn. "Sorry about that she said on a giggle." As she walked inside she took off her jacket and sat on the bed.
 
"It's alright, I guess the trip was pretty tiring, and you weren't having lively company really" he served her a drink and got one for him. Then he joined her on the bed taking a seat besides her.

"Also, I'm hoping you won't be sleepy now" he reached over and brushed some hair on her face to the side, and as his fingers moved down he softly caressed her cheek, they moved further down and he grabbed her chin and pulled her to him.

She was indeed very beautiful, was his last thought before placing his lips on hers for a kiss.
 
Whitney accepted the drink, but she was starting to think she had made a bad idea. She was sleepier than she thought. The caress sent tingles down her spine and she leaned toward him welcoming the kiss. She felt drowsy the more he kissed her. She leaned back letting his weight settled on top of hers. She kissed him back, but it didn't have the passion. It lacked effort and she started to drift off.

(sorry so short)
 
He felt her weak return of a kiss, and got on top of her as he kept kissing her, he could feel the sleep coming over her. However he kept his mouth on hers until she was completely out.

His hand went to her breast and grabbed it through her clothes, but he stopped himself. As sexy as Whitney was, Ali was the one he really wanted, and in any case, it wasn't the same if the girl wasn't concious. Besides, he had work to do.

He cleaned her glass and put it back where he took it, he also laid her jacket on her after taking the key he had given her. He took her to where Ali was, and smiled when he found her sleeping soundly. He checked their room and put away anything they had unpacked.

Taking Ali's car keys from the shelf he went down and moved their car to the back of the motel, and after making sure he could do it without being spotted, he made three trips up and down from the room. One for each of the girls and one for all they had taken up with them. Then he drove to his place.

It was a secluded summer house, far away enough from everything, to not be bothered by curious eyes, and looking secure enough to deter potential thieves, it was big and luxurious, the only thing that was missing was what Adam had just acquired, a slave.

He put each of the girls at far apart ends of the house, each on a comfortable bed, and behind heavily locked the doors.

After that, he made his way back to the motel, and his original room, he would have to be there next morning to prevent suspicions to focus on him, and besides the girls needed the sleep.
 
Ali awoke groggily. She sat up on the bed and stretched. She didn't recognize the motel room and she didn't see a second bed with Whitney on it. She did have to pee. Ali stood up stretching and went to the door. She turned the knob, but it was locked. She tried it again, but the knob still wouldn't turn. What the fuck? "Whitney!" Ali pounded on the door. "Whitney this isn't funny. Let me out!" Ali pounded again. "Whitney! Whitney!" Ali kept pounding and pounding as her terror rose higher and higher. Something wasn't right.

Ali went to the window, but it wasn't made out of glass or something as it didn't break. No matter what she threw at it. Ali went back shaking, scared, and kicking at the door. Her nails broke, her fists were bleeding, and her voice went hoarse. Still she kept it up. She had to get out. She had to find Whitney. Where the hell where they?
 
When Adam came back after signing out of the motel and hearing complaints about the two girls scamming a free night in the deluxe room no less, he went straight to Whitney's room, she was still out as she had fallen asleep later than Ali and had a second dose.

He took a picture of her, he knew he would need it. She looked relaxed and sleeping soundly.

Ten minutes later he was outside Ali's "room". He didn't say anything, he wanted to know her state of mind first, so he just slid a print out of the picture of Whitney under the door, and waited.
 
Ali held her injured fist while trying to find a weak spot in the room. The room had it's own bathroom with a tub. Ali found out the mirror was one of those shiny plastic things and not glass. The tub and toilet wasn't porcelain and didn't break. She didn't know what it was made from. The window was too high up and pointed towards the woods for her to see anyone plus it didn't open nor would it break. The bed was bolted to the floor. The dressers and cabinets were all built into the walls, and she couldn't rip a hole in the walls. All in all it looked pretty dire.

There was a sound of something sliding and Ali's head whipped towards the door. She ran over to the white thing on the ground and picked it up. It was Whitney dead. "WHITNEY! NO WHITNEY! YOU KILLED HER YOU FUCK!" Ali pressed the picture against her chest and started crying. She slid against the wall. "I'm so sorry Whitney. I should have done more to protect you."
 
He smiled at her screams, Adam hadn't considered Ali assuming her friend was dead from the picture, still it wasn't crazy of her considering the stress she was going through.

He waited, and when she was just sobbing he said

"She isn't dead, she is just sleeping, I didn't think it was polite to wake her to take her picture. She is in a room just like yours, and as long as you behave she'll keep being alive."

He slid the key into the lock, but waited, paying attention to the noises on the other side before opening.
 
Ali's tears had slowed down to nothing. She was starting to feel the anger and she was ready for that sick fuck to come in and try to take her down. Than his words drifted through the door. Ali stared at the picture. There wasn't any blood. Would he clean Whitney up for a picture or was he telling the truth? Ali had to believe he was telling the truth.

"What do you want?"

Ali heard the key slide into the lock and she moved to the other side of the room on the other side of the bed. She didn't want him near her, but for Whitney she'll do anything. She just swore that if given a second chance she would have done more for Whitney now that she had it she was going to stand by it. The door opened and Ali repeated her question.

"Wha-what do you want?"
 
He unlocked the door, and opened it hard, just to make sure she wasn't going to try anything stupid like try to jump him. He smiled as he saw her at the corner of the room.

He calmly walked in and closed the door behind him.

"I want you, you'll become my servant." He eyed her up and down as he talked studying her movements and reactions "And I know you wouldn't do it willingly, so your friend is sort of insurance."

He took a step closer to her, and looked into her eyes "Come here." He ordered without raising his voice.
 
The door banged open. She jumped at the sound not expecting it. It was a harsh opening and he closed the door just as gently. It was so odd and different. He was definitely crazy. She shook her head. A servant? Okay, she was just thinking he was crazy. She really hoped he wasn't going to confirm it. How do you reason with a crazy person?

"Look. Just let us go. We won't tell anyone about you. You want money? We have money. Tell me how much do you want?"

Ali ignored his command. "I promise we won't call the police. We won't say anything. Just let us go. Please."
 
"I didn't went through the trouble of getting you here to just let you go because you promise to not call the police."

He took another step towards her "Also I don't think that if I do let you go you wouldnt call them, I think there is a vindictive streak to you."

He took yet another step, now only a couple were between them.

"Whitney is at the other end of this house, she is completely unharmed right now, that she remains like that and fed as well depends solely on your behavior. So the question is, will you behave? or should I go take a bloodier picture?"
 
Ali brought up her hands to ward him off when he took a step. "I won't." She took a step backwards when he took another step. She had to give it to him she did have a vindictive streak, but right now she would lie her ass off to get him to let them go. "I promise I won't. I swear it. You can trust me. This is all just a mistake. You were trying to help us, but we're better now. Thank you. You can let us go."

Ali felt instant the moment he mentioned hurting Whitney. Ali knew Whitney wasn't strong like her, not mentally or physically. If she was to get out of here Ali would have to do it. Whitney was probably a blubbering idiot by now and Ali was the only to save her. Plus she owed it to Whitney. Being black in a prestigious school wasn't easy and Whitney made it better. She was her bestfriend and Ali would be damn if she gave up on her bestfriend.

He was within arms distance. Ali jumped on the bed as he reached for her. She jumped down landing on her hands and feet. She glanced back to see him coming at and took off at a sprint for the door. She bounced against it and turned the knob opening the door before he slammed into her. He pulled her off the door and threw her back towards the bed. Ali slipped and fell to her hands and knees and stared up at him as he locked the door this time.
 
"See things like this are what I expected of you, but I know that even if you had managed to avoid me, you woulnd't have left without your friend."

After locking the door he looked at her again, "Now behave, come here."

He didn't wait for her to obbey, he was sure she still wouldn't, so he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to him. His other hand grabbed her hair roughly and threw her head back, and then he forced his lips onto hers biting them harshly. He was glad to finally be tasting her.
 
"Fuck you!" Ali yelled at him.

She slowly stood up and she would have laughed at him for trying to command her, but he grabbed her. He was faster than she thought and stronger too. Ali wasn't exceptionally strong for a female and she didn't have to do a lot of fighting. Her father did that for her. In the courtroom. She screamed feeling her hair being yanked from her head.

The kiss was brutal. His teeth ground into her lips, his tongue invaded her mouth. He sucked and took the air from her lungs. Ali couldn't breathe and one hand was pulled awkwardly in his and her other hand was trying desperately to push him off her. He finally released her lips and she drank in huge lungs of air.

"You sick fuck. Can't even kiss," she wheezed between breaths speaking more to herself than him. She touched her lips and grimaced. She knew they were bleeding and they hurt like hell.
 
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