AUTHOR = Glaucus
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| EDITOR's NOTE - Previous parts to this story can be found at: Part 1 and Part 2. |
*** CHAPTER 3 ***
"Well girl, you ready to get yo Scorpion tonight?" Lamar asked.
Beth stared at him and nodded. "Yes Daddy, I want it really bad!" Beth said softly.
"Alright then, dance for us. We got a honkey joinin' us tonight. He gonna deal blow for me in the burbs. He ain't no Scorpion you understand?" Lamar warned.
Scott felt small seated next to James, and the talk about not being a Scorpion put him deeper into perspective. He was only there for the money he promised. He wouldn't be able to participate in this game.
Beth went over to the stereo and turned the music on. It was the same rap music which was playing elsewhere in the house. Beth stood in front of Lamar and started grinding her hips for him.
"Ain't this bitch something else?" Lamar laughed to his pals.
"Hell yeah, boy!" James laughed across the room as he sat staring and Beth's jiggling breasts.
Beth turned to him and spread her legs, grinding her crotch in the air for him. Scott felt himself beginning to tremble in disbelief. She avoided his gaze completely.
"How much you make tonight, girl?" Lamar shouted at Beth.
She turned and danced in front of him as she fished the wad of cash from her top. "A lot, baby!" Beth announced as she handed Lamar a wad of bills.
"How many niggers you knock boots with tonight, girl?" Lamar asked with a smiled as he thumbed through the bills.
"Eleven big boys and one buttfucker. He paid me double like you wanted, baby," Beth announced in a Black accent as she continued to grind her hips and massage her breasts in front of Lamar.
"How many blowjobs?" Lamar asked.
"'Bout twenty, honey. They just never stopped commin," she smiled.
"How many you gonna do tomorrow?" Lamar said.
"As many niggers as wants a piece of my white ass, baby!" Beth groaned as she went low and pulled her skirt up for Lamar.
Lamar raised an eyebrow at her and took Kitten in his arms.
"Come on, bitch, enough dancin'! Blow me!" Roland said in a low raspy voice as he sprawled back on the couch.
Beth waited for Lamar's nod. When he gave it, she danced up to the stocky black man and dropped to her knees. She pulled his pants down to his ankles and immediately pulled his thick cock into her mouth.
Roland took her by the head and laid his head back, guiding her head up and down on his meat. Scott was feeling sick to his stomach the more he watched Beth perform for the gang members. He could hear Beth's slurping and sucking almost above the loud rap music. Lamar ignored the act beside him, and started French kissing Kitten, who fell submissively into his arms. James was getting a bit impatient himself, as he leaned forward on the couch and pulled Beth's skirt up above her butt.
Beth wore a g-string beneath the skirt. He could see the big tattoo clearly on her butt cheek now. He wondered if it could ever be removed if he was able to get her out of there alive. Scott watched as Beth's head began to bob faster and faster on his cock until her hair was billowing through the air. She finally broke away and began moaning.
"Oh yeah, Roland baby, CUM! Cum on your little girl's face!"
Roland was wincing and gasping in the chair as Beth moaned for him. He pushed her onto the floor and dropped to his knees. Scott looked away as he saw the strand of cum hanging from Beth's lip as he held her still. The rest of Roland's ejaculation spurted onto her chin and cheek. Beth lay still and moaned for more until he was finished. When he let go of her, she was spattered with his wet glistening juice, but she remained still and waited for orders.
"Get up and wipe it into yo skin, bitch!" James chuckled with excitement.
Beth looked to him and sat up. She obediently began smearing Roland's cum into her face until she had absorbed it all into her pores. Scott stared at the floor in disgust.
"Yeah, bitch, you like that Black Nigger cum, don't ya?" Roland grunted as he unzipped his fly.
"Sure baby, what white girl wouldn't?" Beth giggled to him.
Roland motioned her over and pulled her face to his cock. Beth pulled it into her mouth and began sucking it loudly. Scott glanced over and saw his wife straining to pull James' big cock into her mouth.
"James, hold on boy. Let's have some fun! Let's see if Vanilla really loves Black cum!" Lamar laughed from the next couch.
Beth pulled her lips from James's cock with a loud smack. She looked over to Lamar obediently.
"Go collect the garbage from the upstairs rooms and bring it down here, girl! And have Sandy bring in some drinks!" Lamar shouted to her.
Beth jumped up and pulled her skirt down. She disappeared up the stairs in a flash as she sought to please her master. She returned a couple minutes later with six small waist cans. A large black woman in spandex followed her in with a tray of beers and glasses. She laid the drinks down on the table and left without bothering Lamar's project with Vanilla.
"Go on, girl, fish out all the rubbas and lay 'em on the tray. I want you to squeeze all the brothers' cum out into that glass for us!" Lamar chuckled with excitement.
Roland, James, and Yolanda all started to giggle when they realized Lamar's plans. Scott stared dumbly.
"Yes Daddy," Beth groaned obediently.
She fought to hide the frown as she understood the implications. She reached into the trashcan and pulled the top rubber out. She held it up with two fingers and turned it over into the cup. The thick white cum drooled out into the wide mouthed glass and made a few splotches.
"I said all of it! Squeeze it out!" Lamar commanded.
Beth forced a smile and took the rubber between her fingers. She ran her fingers down the length of the rubber and squeezed the remainder of white cum out into the glass. Beth continued to fish out the rubbers and drain them into the glass one by one until she was finished with the first trashcan. The cup was an inch deep with cum now, and the smell of semen filled the air. The pile of emptied condoms was three inches high. Beth thought of how nice it would be to have the dog collar removed, to be accepted by these people. She blocked the thought of Scott out of her mind because her old life was too painful to consider now.
"Kitten, get over there and help her drain them rubbas, we ain't got all night!" Lamar commanded.
Kitten frowned and quietly stepped off the couch. She knelt beside Beth and started fishing the condoms from the garbage. Her dainty fingers seemed repulsed by the filthy soiled condoms.
"I can't do this!" Kitten cried out as she felt the cum dribble onto her fingers.
Lamar stood up and attached a leash to the choker chain around her neck. Kitten grabbed the silver chain around her neck defensively. Lamar yanked her up into the air by the chain and let her dangle gasping for air for a moment. James and Roland stared silently, knowing not to deal with Lamar's business. Scott watched in terror as the girl started to turn blue.
"There!" Lamar shouted at her as he released his hold. Kitten fell to the ground gasping and crying. "I said you help!" he shouted.
"Yes Daddy!" Kitten cried as she drug herself back to her knees beside Beth.
She grabbed a handful of condoms from the trash and started emptying them into the cup, oblivious to the gobs that ran out through her fingers. Scott watched the glass fill with the thick creamy liquid until finally the pile of condoms on the tray was a foot tall, and the trash cans were empty.
"Go wash ya self up, Kitten, and bring back a spoon!" Lamar said with growing impatience. "Go on, Vanilla, ask James if he can fuck yo big pussy doggie style!"
Beth turned around and walked up to James. "James baby, want to fuck me like a dog?" she cooed in a high babyish voice.
"Yeah bitch! Come on and get those clothes off!" he grunted as he stood up.
He pulled his pants to the floor and kicked them off while Beth pulled her skirt up and pulled her g-string off. She knelt down and assumed the position for him. Scott watched Beth's ass wiggle in the air in front of them as James knelt down behind her. Beth's pussy was shaven and swollen. James unrolled a condom over his thick cock quickly and then pushed his fat cock-head into her hole. Beth groaned and pushed back to meet his hips with her butt cheeks. Scott averted his gaze to Yolanda as he heard the slapping of James' flesh against his wife's naked rear.
"Yolanda! Get over here and grab this glass of Black jizz!" Lamar shouted as Kitten returned to the room holding a spoon.
Lamar pulled her down beside him and threw the spoon to Yolanda. She caught it with a giggle as she took the glass and sat back down beside Scott.
"Go ahead, girl, start feedin' it to her!" Lamar laughed.
Scott watched in disgust as Yolanda sat down beside him and dipped the spoon into the glass of semen. She pulled the dripping spoon out and watched the gobs of cum drop slowly back into the cup.
"Come on, girl, wiggle you face over here for some dinner!" the chunky black girl said giggling.
Beth looked up and held her disgust in. It was worth it, she reminded herself. She scooted over so that she was kneeling like a dog before the couch... before her husband... James fucking her pussy from behind... Yolanda and the spoon in front.
"Here, honkey, come and get it!" Yolanda cackled as she dipped the spoon into the glass and pulled it out dripping with cum.
She held it up to Beth's lips. Beth paused then opened her mouth and closed her eyes. She accepted the spoon in her mouth. Yolanda pushed it in and tipped it over until the thick wad of cum spilled out into her mouth. She knew what to do. She closed her lips around the utensil as Yolanda pulled it out, capturing the entire spoonful in her mouth. Lamar had come around to watch her drink the cum, so she put on the show, swallowing it and opening her mouth lustfully for more.
"Good girl! Yo daddy gonna make you a member of the posse tonight, girl! Drink the Black sperm up for yo daddy!" Yolanda giggled, feeding spoonful after spoonful of the thick cum into Beth's mouth. "Let the white boy feed her, girl!" Lamar chuckled with excitement.
Yolanda smiled and handed the glass to Scott. Scott took the glass with a trembling hand and pulled the spoon out. He looked around and fought for a reason to leave and found none. He held the spoon up with a trembling hand to his wife's lips. Beth opened her eyes and made eye contact with him the first time tonight. He saw her expression turn to sorrow and embarrassment. She turned her head away from him and stared at Lamar.
"Please Daddy, I don't want the white honkey touching me! Please make him go!" Beth pleaded.
Lamar shook his head. "Do as I say, girl! You want that dog collar forever!?" he shouted.
Beth turned her head and with closed eyes she took the spoon in her mouth. Scott watched her pull away, cleaning the spoon of the cum. He dipped the spoon again and fed it to her, feeling himself getting closer to madness each time. Beth had drank nearly half of the cum in the glass now and James was sweating onto her back as he pumped her from behind.
"Yeah girl! Yeah girl! Get ready, James gonna feed you the fresh stuff now!" he grunted as he slammed her hard from behind.
Scott was thankful to turn away as James pulled out of his wife. Beth spun around and pulled the rubber from his cock, pulling his cock to her mouth just as he erupted. She sucked his cock into her mouth and swallowed his entire load without blinking.
"Aw shit, man! I ain't never fuck no honkey bitch like that before!" James groaned as he pulled Beth's lips from his cock and pushed her mouth to his balls.
She obediently started licking his nuts for him while he lay back in exhaustion.
"OK girl! You want to be in this posse?" Lamar shouted to her.
Beth pulled away and stood up in front of him. "Yes Daddy. Please!" she groaned.
Lamar took her tube top and pulled it down below her breast.
"Then get undressed. I gonna call in Big D," Lamar said pointing to Yolanda.
She jumped up and ran from the room, returning a minute later with a thin old gray haired black man. He had a small box under his arm. Beth stood before the couch where Lamar sat, completely naked.
"You want to be in my posse, girl?" Lamar said quietly.
Yolanda had turned down the music until it was quiet. People from the front room had been invited to witness Beth's entrance into the gang.
"Oh yeah, Daddy!" she said softly, tears pooling at her eyes.
"You wanna fuck and suck nigger cock till you die?" Lamar asked.
"Yes Daddy!" Beth moaned.
"You gonna go out to the street each night and bring home the money to yo daddy?"
"Yes Daddy!" Beth said as she looked around the quickly growing crowd behind Lamar's couch.
"You gonna keep yo mouth shut when the man put you in jail for sellin' yo ass?" Lamar said.
"Sure will Daddy," Beth answered.
"Then you think you ready to be in my posse?" Lamar said louder.
"Yes Daddy," Beth moaned impatiently.
"Then you gonna have lots of children for Lamar. You gonna raise 'em in the hood?"
"Yes Daddy," Beth said thinking about her first month sleeping with Lamar.
"Are you pregnant with my child now, woman?" Lamar asked.
"Yes Daddy!" Beth groaned.
Scott flinched as if struck, unable to believe what he had just heard.
"Then I makin' you a member of the posse tonight, girl! Now drink that jizm down!" Lamar laughed.
Yolanda took the glass from Scott's trembling hand and handed it to Beth. She took it in both hands and brought it to her lips. She closed her eyes and cried out as she tipped the glass. The crowd cheered and clapped as she swallowed and swallowed the cum in the glass until it was empty. When she was done, she dropped the glass down beside her and sat down on the floor.
"There ya go, Vanilla!" Lamar shouted as he reached down and removed the choker collar from her neck.
Beth sat silently trying not to wretch up the cum in front of Lamar. She heard the buzzing of the needle gun as the old man sat down beside her. Lamar handed her a vial of crack and she eagerly opened it, snorting the drug into her lungs as fast as she could. Scott watched in disgusted terror as the men slowly filtered from the room. Beth lay on the floor tripping, the old man tattooing a gangland symbol of a Scorpion on her forearm.
Scott excused himself and stepped over to the bathroom. As he stepped into the little room and closed the door behind him, he bent over and began to wretch into the sink. The sights and sounds he had witnessed were too much to stand. He splashed some water on his face and straightened his hair. Thinking about the rest of his plan, he turned the knob and opened the door to step back into Lamar's parlor. As the door opened, he saw a white hand pushing the door from the outside. He looked down and saw the young girl Lamar called Kitten pushing herself into the bathroom with tears running from her eyes. Scott was pushed back into the wall as the girl collapsed in front of the toilet and began to vomit.
"Oh God! Oh God!" she cried softly to herself. Scott watched the door to the bathroom close, isolating him in the bathroom with Lamar's girl. "I can't take it anymore! I don't care," she cried as she tried to heave more into the bowl.
"What's wrong?" Scott said with concern as he knelt down beside her.
He saw her face and felt pity for her. She could not have been eighteen years old. Her innocent face was covered with thick makeup, and deep red lipstick was smeared around her lips. On her chin were droplets of thick white goo, which Scott guessed was sperm.
"He made me swallow it," she cried. "I can't take it anymore! It's insane!" she groaned.
Scott instinctively laid his hand comfortingly on her shoulder and patted her. "Why are you here?" he asked.
The young girl looked at him with large blue eyes and seemed to smile at his ignorance.
"Don't you know? Aren't you part of his posse?" the girl said disbelievingly.
"No, I'm just here to buy some stuff. I don't want anything to do with what he's doing here," Scott said reassuringly to her.
"He kidnapped me! He beat my boyfriend up at the dance club! He's locked me up in that basement for two weeks now! He says as soon as he knows for sure that I'm pregnant, he's gonna send me to the streets to whore for him! He gives me drugs every night to get me hooked on them. He wants me to be like Vanilla and Candy, and all the black girls just help him do it!"
"You have to escape!" Scott said hoping to strengthen her spirit.
"No way! He said if he catches me, he'll kill me! He'll do it! Hey mister, call the police. That's the only hope. You have to do something!" the girl groaned.
Scott heard Lamar shout from the front room. The girl froze as he called out her name.
"Oh God! I've been gone too long!" she cried out as she jumped to her feet and adjusted her skirt.
Scott watched her wash her face quickly and hurriedly apply more makeup.
"You gotta do something, mister!" she whispered as she quickly let herself out.
Scott stood numbly considering the extent of Lamar's activities. As he stood up to leave, the door swung open again and Scott stared silently.
"Beth," he stuttered softly as she stepped into the bathroom and walked to the toilet staring blankly.
Scott reached out to her but she ignored him. She dropped to her knees and Scott knelt down beside her. She was completely naked and looking ill. She put her head to the toilet that Kitten had just vomited in and started to heave herself. Scott watched her stare into the water as the clear goo erupted from her mouth. Scott recognized it as the glassful of cum she had just drank in front of the crowd. When she was done heaving, Scott stared silently as she wiped her mouth with toilet paper.
"You!" she hissed as she slowly looked him in the face. "You bastard! You're supposed to be dead! Why didn't you come after me? Why!?" she spoke slowly and with anger.
"Beth. I'm sorry. I've been in a coma for three months! I'm sorry! I just got out of the hospital last week," he groaned as he leaned over and put his arm around her.
"It's too late now. I'm with Lamar! Now that I'm part of his gang, he's gonna start treating me good. I'm pregnant with his child," she said trailing off into silence as she thought about it. "He says as soon as I start to show I don't have to work the street any more. I'm already starting to show a little bit," she said softly as she ran her hand over her belly. "He's gonna kill you if he finds out who you are. He doesn't care shit about you! He'll cut you up for sport, you know!"
"LOOK, BETH!" Scott said stopping her dazed ramblings. He held her still and stared her in the eyes. "I love you! I'm here to get you out!"
Beth looked down at the floor sadly. "I'm a whore now. Nobody loves me," she said as her voice started to crack.
"When can you get out of the house? I've got a brown LTD parked in the motel across the street! I'm gonna get you out of here!" Scott said impatiently as he stared at the door.
"No! You can't just drive out! He has his posse all over the hood! You'll never make it out of the city alive! He'll kill us both!"
"You have to. It's the only way!" Scott said. "I have other things too. You have to trust me!" he assured as he held her firmly.
"OK, I get to sleep upstairs with Candy tonight. I'll try to sneak out this morning around five. Everyone is usually crashed by then. You better be there!" she said to Scott.
Scott looked at her and nodded.
"I gotta get back out there. Lamar wants me working the front room! He's got Yolanda showin' me somethin' new tonight!" Beth said standing up.
Scott stared in awe as she turned her Negro accent back on. She made up her face quickly and stepped back into the front room buck-naked.
Scott stood up and combed his hair quickly. He opened the door and stepped out into the room of people. Beth was sitting on one side of Lamar while Kitten sat on the other side. Scott stepped around the couch and sat down beside Yolanda again. Lamar was busy with his lips locked to Kitten's little mouth. The innocent girl sat submissively without resisting. Beth leaned up against Lamar as though she were his pet.
"There you are, honkey! You lucky you didn't get yo dick cut off walkin' around here alone like that!" Lamar said as he broke his mouth loose from Kitten and looked at him.
"I just went to the bathroom. There was a line," he mumbled.
"Well, we gotta go. The rest of the evening is just for my posse. No honkeys allowed to bang with the posse!" he said as he stood up.
Scott followed him into the front room with Beth under one arm and Kitten under the other. He paused in the middle of the large living room, his posse crowded around the room sitting on the beaten old couches and chairs.
"Make room, brothuhs!" Lamar shouted above the noise. The room immediately quieted down. "Make room on that couch for my girl Vanilla here!" he said.
He led Beth over to an opening in the couch before them and Beth sat down between two large men wearing sunglasses and stocking caps.
"My girl Vanilla is pregnant with my boy! And she ain't gonna be working the streets much longer!" I want you boys to show her a good time tonight and get that booty loosened up! That girl gonna need a big pussy to have my boy, so stretch her out!" he shouted. "Come on!" Lamar shouted to Scott.
He followed Lamar out of the house as the room full of men surrounded his wife. He heard shouts and cheers of lust as the door closed behind them.
Scott sat silently in the Corvette as Lamar made a round of the neighborhood. He watched Lamar nod approval to each of almost ten women on the streets. When he returned to the motel parking lot, Scott climbed out and returned to the dingy motel room across the parking lot. Lamar drove off back to his house down the block.
*** CHAPTER 4 ***
Scott sat down in the rusting LTD and looked at his watch. The dial read 4:45. He wiped the windshield with his sleeve to wipe away the morning dew, then he started up the tired old engine. As he pulled out of the parking lot, he sighed in relief that all of Lamar's girls had gone in for the night. The streets of the hood were almost empty now. Scott hoped they would be empty enough to make his escape.
He pulled onto Lamar's street and slowly drove through the neighborhood, passing Lamar's corner house and turning around at the intersection. He pulled the LTD up beside a black Mazda parked in front of the house. Lamar's Corvette sat in front of the Mazda. He let the engine idle as he looked at his watch. It was 4:50. He surveyed the house. All the lights were off and no noise at all sounded from the walls that earlier thundered with rap music. Scott crossed his fingers and waited.
Scott saw the dingy curtains of an upstairs room rustle just after his watch read five in the morning. He reached across the car and opened the passenger door in anticipation. He looked out the rapidly fogging windows and realized his hands were trembling terribly. He waited. And he waited some more. He looked down at his watch and realized ten minutes had passed since he saw the curtains rustle.
The loud clap of a gun reverberated from the house. Scott froze in fear as he stared at the house. He saw a flash of white light as another gunshot thundered from the house. He heard a loud shriek followed by moans of agony. The front door of the house swung open and he watched Beth fling herself out just to trip and fall from the porch, nude. Scott pushed the passenger door open and screamed out shrilly in fear. Beth pulled herself up and ran to the car. Scott let go of the brake just as she dragged herself, bruised and scraped, into the car. Just as he pushed on the gas pedal, Lamar emerged from the front door holding a large chrome revolver.
"Oh Shit!" Scott shouted as he felt the old car lunge forward.
Beth had curled up on the floor in a fetal position. The passenger door slammed shut under the motion of the car. Another loud clap and Scott flinched in agony. The rear window of the car shattered from the gunshot. Scott felt blood dripping from his ear.
"Oh shit!" Scott cried again as he reached under the seat.
Beth stared up from her position on the floor, thinking Scott was dead. Lamar climbed into his Corvette, followed by James in his Mazda. Scott looked into his rearview mirror as he stopped to turn onto the main avenue. Lamar was in pursuit and closing fast. The narrow streets of Lamar's neighborhood were crowed with parked cars on each side, affording room for just a single car to pass in some places. Scott was waiting for Lamar to approach one of these crowded spots when he pushed the button on the small black box. From the box was an antenna. The man Scott had bought the device from promised it would have a range of nearly a mile. Scott needed a lot less then that because Lamar was a stone's throw from him now. He held the button down and waited, sweat beading on his brow.
"Shit! Work you, damnit! Work!" Scott cried as he held the button of the transmitter down.
"What are you doing? Drive! He's gonna kill us!" Beth screamed wildly from the floor of the car.
Scott glanced down at her just as the flash went off. The small package Scott had stuffed under Lamar's seat went off. The dark tinted windows of Lamar's Corvette lit up like a light bulb just before the cloud of smoke pushed out the windows. Scott sat frozen as the car rolled head-on into a rusty pick-up truck parked on the curb. A smile appeared on his lips momentarily, then disappeared.
"It didn't work! Damn it! He sold me junk! Why didn't it blow up!?" Scott shouted as he pushed on the accelerator of the old LTD.
He looked in his rearview mirror and watched Lamar fall out of an open car door, dazed and shook up, but not dead. Scott pulled onto the main avenue and sped off toward the expressway, hoping James was unable to follow.
Beth emerged from the floor ten minutes later, when she heard Scott pressing down on the accelerator to get on the expressway. "Did you do it?" she mumbled through trembling lips.
"I did it," Scott said through equally trembling lips. * * * *
Beth sat down on the couch staring at Scott.
"I had to fuck 'em all night long. Lamar was celebrating my joining the gang. They rocked my booty till almost four. I thought they were gonna keep going till you showed up. I was just gonna stay there 'cause you never would have got away if the whole posse was up!" Beth said with a half hood accent, half college girl talk.
"Well, you're free now. You don't have to talk that way anymore. We're gonna have to get you to a doctor now," Scott said handing Beth the blow dryer.
She had showered and put on her old clothes. Scott could recognize his familiar wife in the clothes, but her face betrayed her hardened street ways.
* * * *
Beth lost Lamar's child. The doctor said it was because of the fall, but it could also have been because of the withdrawal symptoms. Beth behaved crudely the next week. Scott took off from work to take care of her. Beth switched completely back to her Vanilla whore personality twice, trying to get him to give her some crack. Scott bore the news that Beth had three major sexually transmitted diseases, but he was grateful that none of them was AIDS. He made sure she took the antibiotics like she was instructed.
Two weeks later, Beth had died her hair back to her natural brown. She was unable to keep her mind off the crack long enough to go out and shop with Scott, and they were able to discuss the plans of bringing her out of missing and presumed dead status. They both agreed that it was best to keep the hood a secret from their families. So together they fabricated a story of amnesia and spending the time in a homeless shelter.
Life returned to normal again. Scott returned to the firm, and started taking on new cases. Beth retuned to college to get her degree.
THE END
