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An Orgy of Rape: Kardashians, and Jenners, and Hadids… Oh My!

Chapter Two: Tricked and Trapped

Sunrise broke over the exclusive neighborhood that was home to Kris Jenner-Kardashian, and it was well more than a half hour later before the pampered reality star and business woman finally stirred from her California King Size bed. It was a glorious Friday and as a treat she was taking her daughters and their friend Bella and Gigi, to an exclusive new spa for a weekend of luxury… not that their regular lives were exactly a grueling ordeal by the standards of most of the planet.

Kylie and Kendall had just returned from a three day fashion shoot in Miami with the Hadids. Khloe had been busy lavishing time on her latest boyfriend. Kourtney’s nanny had been down with the flu, so she had actually had to care for her brood of three, all by herself for two whole days. No one knew exactly what Kim had been up to, but the gossip sheets that afternoon would report that she and her hubby had spent the past few days trying (unsuccessfully) to make baby #3. Such hard lives these ladies lived.

Kris wanted a papered weekend with her girls, and since the spa was giving it to them for free, she didn’t mind inviting Gigi and Bella. The spa likewise had been happy to invite two additional celebrities, as all publicity is good publicity.

None of them suspected just how much publicity, the weekend would bring.
Kris had chartered a party bus, and charged it to the spa, of course; Limos being so passé. Now the eight ladies could really relax and enjoy the trip. It would only take a few hours, so the champagne could flow freely.

The party bus company had gone full out as well. The driver was an impressive 6’ 7” giant. Clean shaven, his dark black hair pulled back to a knot, and tucked neatly under his chauffer’s hat. His jet black uniform was clean, and so sharply pressed, you might cut yourself on the cuffs.

The ladies laughed and looked at the square jawed giant as they boarded the bus that morning. Kylie even giggled as she walked past him.

What none of the ladies knew was that the driver… was not their driver. Their driver would never be found. This driver, for all him good looks and polite manners, had quite a different plan in mind for these eight beauties.
Two hours later, despite being fully stocked, the party bus pulled into a small truck stop/convenience store on the edge of the sprawling California desert, so the eight ladies could stretch, shop the tacky tourist stand, and tease the local men. After 20 minutes of shopping and showing off, all eight returned to the bus, with new cheap sunglasses, and “Shady Brady” straw cowboy hats. They were so busy drinking and laugh, that none of them noticed the driver push the button on a small box in his shirt pocket; and none of them noticed that their cell phones had stopped ringing… or working, for that matter.

Kris, being the boss of the planet, soon began the tradition of asking the driver when they would ‘be there’. The tall man behind the wheel answered with a very polite, “we’ll be there soon Ma’am.”

Almost an hour after leaving the store Kim shouted out that she had spotted the spa. The ladies all peered out the bus windows to see a brightly painted wooden sign pointing down a private road to the spa.

Khloe grumbled that the sign and road looked a little below their normal standards, but Kris quickly pointed out that the Spa had yet to have their Grand Opening, and that they were getting an early treat. As the bus turned down the road to the spa, the ladies party resumed, and the ladies didn’t look back to see the four men pulling the sign down, and covering the turn off to the road with fence and scrub. In fact, two minutes after the bus turned down the road, you couldn’t tell the road was there.

Hoping on their motorcycles, the men began to slowly shadow the bus, at a discreet distance. No need to rush, they knew just where they were going.
The flow of wine and the darkened windows of the bus could only distract the women so long When the bus came to a stop in front of an old run down house 15 minutes later, Kris was the first to lose her cool as she and Kim pushed their way out of the bus.

“What the hell is this?” Kris yelled, her voice had an acid tone as she stepped to the front of the vehicle and looked out. “Oh…no way. No way in hell.” Instinctively she reached for her cell phone like she was pulling a gun. “What is this? A Joke?” she started to curse as she stepped off the bus, and for the first time noticed she had no bars on her phone’s signal meter. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” She turned back to the bus to ask if any of the other had signal, when she saw the driver, his hat gone and hair hanging down, a small box in his left hand, and a pistol in his right.

“Oh, I’m definitely not kidding Ma’am. You see this little box has been blocking your cell signals for well over an hour now. All, of your cellphone signals.” As he spoke three men emerged from the old house, as the four men on motorcycles approached pulled up and dismounted.

Finally sensing the danger they were in, Kris and Kim tried to make a break for it, while the others rushed back inside to the rear of the bus. Kris and Kim didn’t get far. The tall driver caught Kim after just a few steps, and Kris only ran 10 or 15 more feet before hearing the driver order her to stop or watch her daughter be killed. Quietly, reluctantly, Kris slowly walked back. The driver Held Kim’s in a held nelson as he waited. When Kris approached, one of the men that had come from the house stepped forward. He looked young, much younger than the others, barely legal.

The driver looked at Kris and then looked back at the young man. “well, there you go Junior. That’s the one you said you wanted. She’s all yours.” The young man reached forward without a word and grabbed Kris by the arm, spinning her around, pulling her arms behind her back and handcuffing her in less time than it took to describe.

The two men dragged their struggling captives back to the bus, and looked inside.

At the rear of the bus, the remaining six men were laughing drinking, and roughly handling the six beauties they had trapped. The driver called out to one of the other, who came forward and grabbed hold of Kim. “She’s all yours Axe, but be sure and share.” The driver said and laughed. “I’ve got my eye on a different gal anyway.” He licked his lips as he looked back at Kyle. “Now hang on, we need to get this bus under cover.” Jumping back into the driver’s seat, he once again fired the engine up, and drove the bus inside an aging barn near the house.

“Gentlemen, let’s get these sluts into the house, and get Junior’s Birthday Party started!”

Quickly the men gather the ladies up and herd them out of the barn and into the house.

The ladies are all gathered into a group in the house’s main room as the driver begins to speak. “Well, ladies, I’m Steel, and I run this crew. And you are our special guests, not to mention the entertainment…” the other men began to hoot and howl, “... at Junior here’s 18th Birthday Party.” The young biker stepped up as the others began to clap. “Well boy, it’s your Birthday Party… Pick your present.”

Silent as when he was outside, Junior reached out and grabbed 61 year old Kris Jenner and pulled her away from the crowd and over to the brass bed in the corner of the room.

“Well, alright,” Steel Shouted. “Let get this party started.”

<End of Chapter Two>

Next Time- Chapter Three: Kris’ Story