Feature Writer: Punky Girl AKA Shannon

Feature Title: SUBURBAN GIRL 7

Published: 08.07.2008

Story Codes: Fetish, Young, Snuff, Zoo, Domination, Sin

Synopsis: In the suburbs of Cleveland, Ohio a young girl discovers that masturbation is a sin. But when she breaks a promise to God to stop her immoral actions she begins to see the Bible’s list of sexual restrictions as her most basic and carnal desires. Because for this 13-year-old suburban girl, sin and her wanton sexual needs go hand in hand as she struggles to endure a body built for sex, abuse, and constant orgasm. Inspired by the classic UseNet story “Farm Girl” by Dark Dreamer.

 

Suburban Girl 7

Most of the drive into the city was made with Ty talking, Lee driving, and me gazing out the window. My thoughts were a total mess. I felt halfway between kidnapped and stolen, halfway between relieved and terrified. Aside from leaving his hand on my thigh and occasionally giving me a squeeze, Ty hardly acknowledged my presence. He asked me few questions but talked mostly with Lee or with people on his cell phone. This gave me time to consider my predicament.

I had no idea what these men were going to do with me except that they had mentioned making sure I was home no later than 9pm. That, at least, was reassuring. What they did with me between now and then was the big mystery. I was pretty sure I would be having sex with either one or both of them. That didn’t really bother me. Sure, I wasn’t exactly looking forward to it, but I figured that if that’s all that happened I would end the day on top.

I was no longer a slave. I was free to be myself again. At one point during the drive I even thought about showing my Book of Sins to Father DeGrazia the next day so that I could ask for absolution for all the terrible things I’d been doing recently. I don’t think I ever considered this too seriously, but I distinctly recall the thought entering my head.

Being freed from Daniel was like popping a balloon. Over the last several weeks I had been blown up with ideas and convictions that I really was his property, that I really was at his mercy. Having Ty and Lee so easily take me from him, though, was like having a needle instantly blow all those ideas and convictions out of me. I realized during the drive that Daniel’s hold on me had been all smoke and mirrors. He’d never really been my master. I’d simply allowed myself to be his slave. Now, because of Ty and Lee, I was free.

When the large Cadillac pulled off the freeway and began making its way through the streets of a rather run-down area of Cleveland I began to think of the men as my saviors. Sure, they’d probably want to have sex with me before the day was through. And yes, I was smart enough to realize they might want more than just sex. But my immature mind decided they deserved whatever they wanted. They’d earned it. I began to think of them as my liberators and by the time we pulled onto Fourth Street I even began to relax and come out of my daze.

“None of these motherfuckers is answering their phones,” Ty complained as he stared at his cell. “Where’s everyone at?”

“Think there’s something goin’ on at B&E’s,” Lee said in his usual deep, to-the-point voice.

The street we were driving down was a narrow residential road in a kind of neighborhood I’d only ever seen on TV before. The cracked and potholed road was lined with cars, some of which looked like they hadn’t been driven in years. The houses didn’t look like they were in much better condition. Their yards were short and few were mowed; the sidewalks were cracked and in some places littered with junk; and most of the houses looked extremely old and in need of paint. The separation between these cheap houses also gave the feeling of crampness. Only a narrow alley separated neighbor from neighbor. It was a far cry from the suburban neighborhood I lived in.

Before reaching our destination I counted at least three boarded-up houses and one burnt-out house, too. At first blush the entire neighborhood felt dead. Dead and cramped. But then I began to notice the suspicious eyes peering out of cracked windows. I saw the groups of people gathered on their porches. Sometimes men, sometimes women, but these people were always black. More than anything that made me feel like I was an outsider in a foreign land. I hadn’t seen another white person since Lee had pulled off of the freeway. I’ll admit, that made me nervous.

Lee pulled the Cadillac up in front of a house with the address “1708”. It looked like no one was home. Ty turned to me, squeezed my leg, and said, “Welcome to my crib, snow-bunny. This here is one of the unofficial headquarters for us Four-Oh. We gonna head on over to Lee’s in a sec, but first I gots to check in on my baby’s momma. You just keep your mouth shut and don’t say nothing, got it?”

“Yes, sir,” I said softly.

I followed him out of the Cadillac and walked with my eyes down toward the front door of the small house. He knocked once, very loudly, then turned to me and grinned. After a pause he knocked twice more and waited. While we did my eyes were drawn over to the neighboring house where they instantly met the disapproving gaze of a fat black woman smoking a cigarette on her porch. She shook her head slightly and I felt my face flush red. I quickly darted my eyes back down to my dress shoes.

Just then the porch light came on. It must have been some kind of “all clear” sign because Ty immediately opened the door. I followed him and Lee inside to a small family room. A skinny black man was standing there, watching us as we entered. He seemed suspicious of me but it was hard to tell since he was wearing dark sunglasses. Once the three of us were inside the skinny man shut the door.

I glanced around the room. There was a TV, a coffee table lined with plastic baggies and white powder, a sofa, and two recliners. All of the furniture looked older than me except for the TV. That, at least, was nice. I also noticed an X-Box video game console, a baby’s crib, and a stereo system.

Like the neighborhood it resided in the room felt cramped. Also, it was a total mess. There were children toys everywhere, the stench of cigarette smoke, and the TV was blaring some kind of cartoon. From the bathroom across the room I heard a woman scream, “Charlene that you? Get yo’ lazy ass in here!”

“It’s me,” Ty called back as he stepped over a Fisher Price tricycle. “Charlene ain’t here yet?”

“She sure ain’t!” the woman said. “You’re gonna have to watch Lemel till she is ’cause I’m gonna be late fo’ work again. You best tell your sister not to expect any mo’ money if she can’t start getting that brat over here…”

The woman’s angry voice trailed off after she stepped out of the bathroom. She was staring at me. She looked over at Ty, then back at me as though I was some kind of cockroach. At that moment I was extremely glad she was across the room. I felt hatred in her eyes. Unconsciously I stepped closer to Lee as though his width would hide me from this woman.

I knew right away she was the “baby mama” Ty had mentioned. On one hip she was holding a little boy, probably about 2-years-old or so, and with her free hand she was smoking a cigarette. If she hadn’t had such an angry expression on her face she would have probably been rather attractive, I thought. She was in her mid-20’s, had dark chocolate skin, and a very voluptuous figure. She could probably stand to lose a few pounds but she was anything but fat. In fact, her large breasts and wide hips actually made her gaudy, leopard-skin outfit appear sexy.

“Who this?” she said, staring daggers in my direction.

“Never mind ‘who this’,” Ty said angrily. He took out his cell phone and made a call. “I’m gonna find out where my fuckin’ niece is. I don’t gots time to watch Lemel today. Gots things to do.”

The woman glared at me for a long moment and then looked back at Ty. “Well I’m goin’,” she said. “Someone’s got to be makin’ some money ’round here.”

She started to march forward toward Ty as if she was going to hand their child off to him but stopped the moment he put up his finger. He had his cell pressed against his ear. The room was silent and I stared at my feet. I began to tremble. The woman was close now and I could sense she was about to say something to me. Then the door opened up behind us and when I looked I saw a young girl, about my age, enter the house.

“Sorry Aunt Lacile,” the girl said as she rushed into the room, “I got caught up with homework and…”

The girl stopped with her excuses when she saw me. “Who’re you?” she said. She was giving me a nasty look and though I wasn’t much younger than her I immediately felt intimidated. For a moment the room grew quiet again except for the blaring television. Then it seemed like everyone was talking at once, except for me and Lee, that is.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Ty finally screamed. Lacile and Charlene grew quiet and he shoved his cell phone into his pocket, grabbed the toddler from the woman, and then marched over to the girl and shoved him at her. “Now you’re here, now you get busy doin’ what you get paid for.

“And you,” he said turning back to Lacile, “You best get to work, and stop gettin’ up all in my bidness!”

The woman, looking furious, marched over to her purse. She grabbed it, threw it over he shoulder, and marched past me and everyone else until she was gone, the door slamming shut behind her.

Ty shook his head. Then he said, “Fuck this. Come on.”

“Where ya’ll goin’?” the skinny man wearing sunglasses said.

“Over to Lee’s, not that it’s your fuckin’ business,” Ty snapped.

“Maurice was here,” the man said. “Told me he was lookin’ for ya.”

“He fuckin’ ain’t answerin’ his phone,” Ty fumed. “What’d he say?”

“Said to call his new phone ASAP. Left a number. Here.”

Ty grumbled but took the matchbook he was given and stormed off toward the kitchen. Wanting to remain close to at least one of my “liberators” I followed Lee to the sofa. I sat down next to him as he pulled a strange glass pipe off the coffee table and began to pack it with what I thought was tobacco.

“What’s her thang?”

Lee shrugged as he lit a lighter over the bowl of the pipe. After inhaling he answered the sunglass-man.
“She from Fat-Man-Dan,” Lee said, gesturing in my direction. “Ty thought she was worth a three week extension.”

Sunglass-man chuckled then knelt down next to the coffee table. He started scooping up spoon-fulls of white power and dropping them onto an electronic scale. He said, “That’s why he’s my boy. Always thinkin’ with his dick.”

Lee shared a grin then exhaled a long puff of smoke. Just then Ty came back into the room.

“They’re at B&E’s,” Ty said. “That’s where everyone’s at. It’s Destiny’s fuckin’ initiation and you forgot all about it.”

His tone was accusatory and he was looking at Lee, but it was the sunglass-wearer who answered him. “Yeah man, you forget? I’m the one who shouldn’t be forgettin’. You can still get over there but I has to stay and bag all these nickels and shit. Least all you gotta do is walk down the block.”

Ty looked over at him, then back to Lee. He shook his head. “Look, man, fuck that. Not my job to remember that shit. Come on, Lee. If we roll out now we won’t be late.”

“Ain’t starting till 5:30,” Lee said after blowing out a long cloud of smoke. It didn’t smell like a cigarette. “No need to use my ride.”

I was halfway out of my seat but settled back in when I sensed there was about to be an argument.

Ty glared at Lee in the ensuing silence but he was the one to look away after a long pause. He closed his eyes in a way that indicated he’d had this argument with Lee before. He said, “Man, ain’t gonna take up an ounce of gas.”

“That not the point,” Lee said with a hard voice. His eye-lids were half-shut but I saw a passionate fury in them just the same. “Point is, I don’t drive my ride ‘less I got to and right now I don’t got to. Not when we can take a ten minute walk.”

Ty started laughing in annoyance. He shook his head in resignation and said, “Motherfucker, motherfucker. You know, if six months ago you’d asked me, ‘Ty, think you’ll ever live to see a green-fuckin’ tree-huggin’ nigga in your life?’ I’d’ve laughed till I bled. Yet there you is.”

Lee shook his shoulders in a dismissive way. He said, “I’m keepin’ my carbon-footprint at a minimum. Nothin’ tree-huggin’ ’bout that.”

The term “carbon-footprint” jogged a memory. I had heard it before in a movie a teacher had made us watch in school. I couldn’t quite place it but then I didn’t need to. Ty gave me the answer when he said, “You never should’ve seen that ‘Inconvenient Truth’ movie. I ever see that Gore motherfucker on the street I’m gonna cap him for both of us.”

Despite everything else I couldn’t help but smile.

---

The walk down to the bar called “B&E’s” took about ten minutes, just as Lee had predicted. I sort of walked behind the two large black men all the way there, trying not to acknowledge the stares I was getting from random people on the street. I felt safe with Ty and Lee in front of me but I was still incredibly nervous because I felt like such an outsider in this neighborhood. I was really wishing I wasn’t wearing my school uniform. It made me feel even more out of place. Not that a white, blond haired child in a neighborhood like that wouldn’t be out of place anyway, but the Catholic School-girl look made things worse.

When we reached the bar I noticed that it was on the corner of Fourth Street and O Street. We had to cross O to get there but traffic was light and we didn’t even wait for the crossing signal. As I walked quickly behind my two liberators I noticed that across the street from the bar was an abandoned and boarded up gas station where a group of teenage boys were loitering about. I saw one of them nod to Ty, who nodded back, but there was no other communication with the group. As soon as we were across the street we walked through a half-full parking lot and entered a squat, windowless building.

Once inside I was inundated with loud rap music, the sounds of some men cheering, and the thick stench of strange smelling smoke. Almost immediately an older black man with graying hair greeted Ty and Lee. He didn’t notice me at first but he had a wide, bright-white smile for my two liberators. He said, “As I live and breathe, Ty and Lee! I knew you niggas would show. Ol’ Stern owes me a five-spot.”

“Yeah, we had to go take care of some bidness and Lee here forgot it was Destiny’s day. How’s it going, B?” Ty said as he clasped the older man’s hand and gave him a pat on the back the way men so often do when they need to hug each other but still look tough.

“It goes,” the man named B said. His eyes finally spotted me standing between and behind the two other black men. His smiling face turned into a look of caution as he said, “Now, what’s this you brought with you, Ty?”

“This? Oh, this here’s the Four-Oh’s new little snow bunny,” he grinned. “I needs to talk to Maurice ’bout it. Where he at?”

B stroked his clean shaved chin as if considering how to reply. He said, “You know outsiders ain’t allowed at initiations. Maurice okay’d this?”

Ty nodded. “Shit, nigga! ‘course he did. I just talked to ‘im ten minutes ago. Where he at?”

The old man held up his hands as if to say it was none of his business. He said, “At the bar with the others, I reckon. Destiny’s already rolled the dice and she’s stripping for the boys. Girls oughta be along any minute for the next phase, ‘long with the other stragglers. Shit, wish I could join and watch but someone’s gotta be at the door ’till everyone arrives. Maurice told me not to lock up ’til 5:30.”

Ty gave Lee an annoyed look. “So we missed the beginning? Shit, told you we shoulda driven. What she roll, B?”

“Don’t know,” B said. “From the fellas’ reaction, something low, I think.”

Ty nodded, told B to watch his ass, then nodded to Lee. The squatter, thicker black man lit up a filter-less cigarette and followed as Ty led us through a door to the main bar. I was two steps behind and once through the door the music and sounds of men cheering was even louder.

Along the left side of the room was a long bar where nearly a dozen black men of varying ages were seated, their backs turned to the bar so they could look out into the main room. I immediately saw where their eyes were fixated. In the center of the room a block of four square tables had been pushed together to create a make-shift stage. On this stage an attractive young black woman stood, shaking her body to the music in an amateurish dance. She was half-naked and that made my face flush red and a jolt of forbidden excitement shoot up my spine. Her back was to us but I could tell she was probably in her early twenties. She had a fit, chocolate colored body and her ass was perfectly round and toned. For a moment I thought I’d entered a strip-club, but then I realized that a strip club would probably have a real stage for women to dance on.

The men at the bar were pretty well composed, sipping beers and smoking cigarettes or cigars. By and large they were older and more restrained than the rest of the people in the room. Between them and the stage a younger, more vocal group of black men were cheering the half-naked woman on. When she turned around to show off her ass to them I finally got a look at her face and decided she was definitely in her early 20’s. She had thick, full lips painted with lavender lipstick, cat-like brown eyes, and long black hair that didn’t look fake. Her breasts had to be d-cups, I figured, but I couldn’t tell if they were real or not. She was smiling as she stripped the rest of her clothing off for her audience, pulling down a tight-fitting nylon skirt and kicking it off her bare feet to the cheers of the crowd.

Including me and my liberators there were probably about 30 people in the room. At first their voices filled the room but as Ty led me up to the middle of the bar everyone grew quiet. A bunch of the men took their eyes off of the woman I assumed was Destiny and looked at me instead. I felt my face blush a deeper shade of red.

The man Ty walked up to was a well dressed slender black man wearing round, rimless glasses in front of dark, penetrating eyes. If I’d seen him on the street I would have assumed he was some sort of professor or other kind of intellectual. Unlike most of the men in the room he had good posture, subdued but professional looking clothing, and the sort of poise that came from an inner strength rather than feigned bravado. His head was clean shaved and he appeared to be in his late thirties or early forties. He stood up as soon as the three of us were in front of him.

He shook Ty’s hand after nodding to Lee and then locked his eyes on me. I stared down at my shoes, nervous beneath his stare.

“So,” he said, his voice surprisingly deep given his size. “This is Daniel’s ‘collateral’ you told me about on the phone. What’s her name?”

Ty looked at me. As he struggled to remember my name, if he’d ever even known it, someone turned down the music in the room. Everyone wanted to hear this particular conversation. The room was quiet all of a sudden. It wasn’t everyday that a 13-year-old white girl in a Catholic school uniform walked into the bar, apparently.

“Becky,” I finally whispered when Ty couldn’t answer.

The bald man nodded to me then looked back to Ty. “I send you to collect a debt and you bring back an outsider. A white girl, no less. I’ll be honest with you, Ty. I’m seriously questioning your judgment on this one.”

Ty’s eyes widened and he held his hands up. “Nigga-what? Come’on, Maurice, you’re the one just told me to bring ‘er here…”

“Because the damage had already been done,” Maurice replied. His voice was hard and I saw a terrifying evil in his eyes. It made me shudder and once again I looked down at my feet. “You call me from your house, the girl already with you. You brought her to a place where we cut a quarter of our weekly supply. Your house, Ty, a place I thought you’d be smart enough to keep outsiders away from. And a white girl from the suburbs, no less? Again, I tell you. I’m seriously questioning your judgment.”

Silence followed. Someone in the room, someone near the back, said something like, “Stupid nigger got lost is all.” Some quiet laughter followed and I saw Ty’s eyes narrow. But that was all he did. I could tell he was afraid of Maurice. His sudden change in demeanor proved it.

“Like I said on the cell, this ain’t no normal white girl. The vid-man gave her to us. She was his slave, get it?” he said, his voice just shy of sounding desperate. “She even admitted she was his slave! He tells us he don’t have the money, take her instead. I tell him he gets another three weeks. Figure we get a little snow-bunny in return, ya know?”

Maurice seemed to consider this for a moment. He turned to Lee and said, “Do you agree with your partner? Is that exactly what happened?”

Lee shrugged. I noticed just then that his half-closed eyes looked bloodshot but that he didn’t seem worried at all. He said, “Mo’ or less.”

Now Maurice looked squarely at me. His gaze chilled me to the bone and I looked away again.

“Becky,” he said. He went down on one knee in front of me. He was so tall that he only barely had to look up to gaze into my eyes. “It’s important that you tell me now why you were Daniel’s slave, if in fact you were. Tell me in great detail. Tell me what he made you do and why you agreed to do it.”

The room seemed to catch its breath. So did I. He was talking to me as though I was a little kid and at that moment I felt more like one than perhaps ever before. He was trying to sound kind, but I could still see the dead-eyed look of evil in his eyes behind his round glasses.

He was worried that I’d go to the cops later. He was thinking ahead in a way that Ty hadn’t been when he’d “liberated” me earlier. I also knew that neither Ty nor Lee would be able to protect me from him. I knew all this in my gut. My response to his question would determine my fate and I felt my knees begin to shake.

“It’s true, I was my master’s … uhm, Daniel’s slave,” I said in my soft, meek voice. I swallowed and tried to look into his eyes as I continued. “He made me do … lots of stuff. Like, sex stuff, mostly. Sometimes he made me go out and do … other things. For punishment, I guess. When I was bad. I, uhm … is that what you wanted to know?”

Maurice gave me a dead, cold stare. He said, “Why were you his slave, Becky? What did Daniel have on you to force such a pretty child of such obvious means into becoming his sex slave? Was he blackmailing you somehow? Was he paying you with money? Or drugs, perhaps?”

I shook my head and felt my eyes begin to well up with tears. I said, “N-no … he just … made me, you know? If I uhm, you know, if I … disobeyed him he’d … punish me. When I was bad, like I said.”

He nodded as though he understood. He said, “I want you to do two things for me, Becky. First, I want you to stand up straight. Your current posture is unacceptable.”

Without a word I straightened my spine and threw my shoulders back the way the nuns at school were always telling us girls to do. My nervousness had made me slouch so the sudden change gave me at least another inch in height.

Maurice nodded at my new position and said, “Now I want you to put your hands behind your back and grasp each wrist. You will not let go unless I give you permission.”

I did as I was told. Suddenly a woman behind me yelled out, “What the fuck is this, Moore? Ain’t I supposed to finish strippin’?”

I didn’t turn to look but I knew it was Destiny’s eyes that Maurice’s locked onto over my shoulder. The woman was angry that everyone was paying attention to me, my liberators, and Maurice instead of her. I could feel her staring daggers into my back.

“Tell me, my dear,” Maurice said to her over my shoulder, “how do you plan on continuing to strip when you’re already as naked as the day you were born? Show me that and not only will your initiation be complete but I’ll give you the keys to my BMW, too.”

There was laughter in the room, but once it passed everyone was silent again, including Destiny. I was still clasping my wrists behind my back, my breath heavy and my eyes locked onto Maurice’s face. When his eyes returned to mine he said, “How old are you, Becky?”

“Thirteen, sir,” I said.

He smiled. “Thirteen. A teenager, at least. I had feared you might be younger.

“So tell me,” he continued with a voice that once again was commanding, “what would you do if I began to unbutton your shirt right now, with all these men watching?”

I gulped and darted my eyes around the smoke filled room. It felt like there were butterflies in my stomach and despite the scariness of the situation, or perhaps because of it, I could feel my pussy begin to moisten. I said, “I’d, uhm … let you, sir.”

“See?” Ty, who had been silent for so long I’d forgotten he was there, said. “She’s a fuckin’ freaky slut! I hear about white bitches like her all the time. She’s ours now, Moore, our li’l slave. Don’t go lettin’ her age worry you nothing, she’ll be–”

“Enough!” Maurice roared. He stood up and looked squarely at Ty. “Her age isn’t what concerns me. Her obedience does. Her ability to keep a secret is what matters. She saw your home, Ty. She saw Lee’s car. Because of you and your actions she has become a liability for all of us.”

“But she’s our slave!” Ty said with an urgency in his voice. “She just done told you–”

This time Maurice responded with a fist to Ty’s face. The tall, football jersey wearing black man who had so terrified my master went down like a dropped sack of potatoes. I shrieked out loud while others in the room cheered.

“She is no one’s slave,” Maurice said to Ty, who was barely moving on the ground. “In case you forget, our people suffered slavedom in this land for centuries. The Four Oh crew, my crew, will not enslave another. Slavery is the white-man’s evil, not ours. Do you understand?”

A few minutes of silence passed before I finally heard Ty gurgle his agreement through a bloody nose. There were nods of approval from the crowd, too. As for me, I felt a twinge of disappointment that I couldn’t ignore. I’d actually been hoping this alpha-male among alpha-males, Maurice, would become my new master. But he didn’t want to be my master. I should have been happy but instead I was sad. It was confusing as hell.

“Getting back to you,” he said, his voice softening as he once again took a knee, “You would let me unbutton your shirt? You would not resist in any way?”

Trying to keep my trembling chin under control I eventually said, “Y-y-yes, s-s-ir…”

He reached over to me and I closed my eyes as he unbuttoned the top button of my shirt. My pussy shuddered in delight even as my face burned red. I knew that every man in the room was hoping that Maurice was going to strip me naked. I knew that I was hoping the same thing, too. When his hands trailed down to the next button I bit my lower lip in anticipation but then he paused. Without unclasping the button he said, “You really are this submissive, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I said. My girly voice had become breathy and a little wanton, I realized. I didn’t care.

He sighed in response and then pulled his hands back. He wasn’t going to undo the next button after all.

He gripped Ty by the wrist in a show of friendship and helped my liberator to his feet. Although blood trickled down his nose he seemed to ignore it. He nodded to Maurice in respect and then, like everyone else in the room, he looked back at me. Maurice did the same and said, “Have you ever heard the story of the Fox and Hen?”

I shook my head slowly and focused my eyes back to my feet. It was impossible for anyone to know how worked up I’d become but I was embarrassed about it anyway. I kept my hands clasped together behind my back with every ounce of strength I had, clutching each tiny wrist with each tiny hand as though to let go would mean I’d lose my life.

“Hen, you see, was always terrified whenever she was in the presence of the fox,” Maurice continued. “She’d think to herself, ‘I am so weak and inconsequential that Fox could kill me in an instant. I better do whatever he says.’

Maurice paused and I looked up and saw him adjust his rimless glasses. He smiled before continuing, “You see, no one had ever told Hen what she was. They were afraid to. And Hen, you see, had a disease common to her type: she became blind whenever she looked in a mirror. Because of that, she’d never actually seen what she was. All she knew was that her name was Hen. And she knew that hens were small and weak. So she thought she must also be small and weak, given her name. Foxes were big and strong so she had to obey them in order to stay alive.

“For years she suffered the abuses of Fox and all the others, always doing whatever they told her and never thinking to fight back. Then one day Hen met an injured crow along the road. When she walked over to it to see if she could help, the crow became terrified.

“‘Leave me be, leave me be!’ the crow cried. ‘I’m just a poor injured crow, don’t hurt me!’

“‘Why would I hurt you?’ Hen asked. She was genuinely confused by the crow’s pleading.

“The crow stared at her in confusion. Finally he said, ‘You’re so … mighty. I just thought you’d be unable to restrain yourself. If you’d really rather be my friend than eat me up, I’ll gladly accept your help. Only tell me your name first. Mine, of course, should be obvious. My name is Crow.’

“Hen smiled now. She liked making a new friend, and she really thought she could help Crow with his injury. She trotted over to him, knelt next to him, and said, ‘My name, my good friend, is Hen.’

“The crow laughed. He laughed hard,” Maurice said. He pushed the hair out of my eyes and said, “Can you guess why the crow was laughing, Becky?”

I gulped. I’d been captivated by the story and hearing him call me by my name was like having the lights come up in the middle of a movie. I said, “Uhm, he thought it was a bad name for her?”

Maurice arched his eyebrows and his smile evened out. He looked curiously at me for a moment then said, “But why, Becky? Why was it a bad name for her?”

I bit my lip, looked up, and met Maurice’s gaze. I wasn’t sure how to respond at first. After inhaling deeply through my nostrils I said, “It’s a male name. Uhm, a guy’s name? Hen … short for Henry. I know it’s supposed to be an actual ‘hen’, like the fox and the crow, but uhm … whenever you said Hen I thought of a guy, not a weak gir– … I mean, not a weak animal, like a hen.”

“Fascinating,” Maurice said. Then he went down on one knee again and touched my chin. “That’s close to the truth.”

He inhaled deeply then gave me a smirk. “The reason Crow laughed was that he thought the name ‘Hen’ was a silly one, too. But not for the reason you said. He thought it was a silly name because ‘Hen’ was a very silly name for a lion.”

The ending to his story made me blink. “Wh– … what?” I blurted.

Maurice smiled at me in a very wicked way. “Now you know why they never told her the truth. You’ll also understand why I worry about letting you go home after all you’ve seen. If you were my slave, I’d trust you to keep that pretty mouth of yours shut. But I won’t have you as my slave. Slavery’s the white-man’s evil, your evil. Not mine. So how can I possibly know that you won’t go and tell the police about us? About Ty’s house? About Lee’s car? How do I know that once you realize you’re a lion, and not a hen, you won’t turn on all of us?”

I stared at him blankly. Was he calling me a lion? That didn’t make any sense to me.

Maurice was angry and I was scared as he jabbed a finger in my face. I knew that there was really no sure way of convincing him I wouldn’t go to the authorities. But I knew in my heart that I really was a weak girl. I wasn’t a lion. In his words I really was a hen and it was all I would ever be. I was too afraid to ever be anything else. But how could I convince Maurice of this?

“I guess,” I finally said with more conviction than I felt, “you have to trust me.”

It was gratifying to hear several people in the crowd murmur in agreement.

Maurice grinned, too. He said, “I suppose I do. But I don’t even trust my own brother, Becky. And I don’t trust my two sisters neither. I never trusted my passed-on mom, and I still don’t trust my incarcerated dad. The only people I trust are the people in this room. The members of the Four Oh Crew.”

A loud cheer from the men behind me, and even the men in front of me, followed Maurice’s words. I looked at him and tried to think of something to say when he spoke instead.

“The Four-Oh Crew is greater than family,” he announced, not only to me but to the entire room. “We look after each other. We take care of each other. If one of us gets put behind bars by the police, we don’t rat out anyone else. We do our time because we know the Four-Oh will take care of our family while we’re inside. Never in the history of the Four-Oh has a member betrayed the crew. To do so means certain death. That’s why they’re the only people in this world I trust. Do you understand?”

I started to nod but he stopped me by gripping my chin. He stared deep into my eyes with that penetrating, angry stare of his and said, “Betrayal to the crew means death, Becky. One of us will get you if you turn on any of us.”

My eyes were wide with fear. He was still gripping me by the chin when he added, “But that cuts both ways. If you’re one of us all of us all of us will protect you. Do you understand?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing but I knew that he wanted an answer. I chose the default response by saying, “Yes, sir.”

“So you want to join the Four-Oh Crew? You’re willing to go through the initiation?”

The crowd, which had been holding its breath, erupted in celebration. It’s what they’d been hoping for. They wanted me to join them and go through an initiation. My eyes widened at the idea of joining an inner-city gang and my brain struggled to think of what I should do.

When the room quieted down I was still trying to think of something to say. Finally, if only to buy myself some time, I said, “What … what if I, uhm, say no?”

There was some laughter behind me but Maurice’s face turned to stone. He said, “Well then, instead of joining my family you’d remain a threat to it. What does any man do when his family is threatened?”

I’d known the answer before he’d given it. If I refused to join his gang I wouldn’t be going home. Nor would I become a slave. I would die, simple as that. Maurice, I knew instinctively, was a man of absolutes. I could see in his eyes that he would kill me as easily as he would fuck me. And he would feel no remorse afterwards, either.

After another long pause I finally nodded my head. Without thinking I said, “I want to join.”

More cheering came from the crowd behind me but Maurice simply nodded. He stood back up to his full, impressive height and announced, “Attention, Four-Oh! This young lady here wishes to join our family and be initiated tonight. Does anyone present have good cause for me to reject her request?”

No one said anything. After a long moment Maurice touched my chin so that I would look up at him. When I did he said, “Very well, Becky. You may attempt the initiation. But I warn you right now. If you fail or decide to quit at any point you will be forever an outsider to us. I urge you to remember what that means.”

I nodded. My heart was hammering in my chest as Maurice gripped me by my upper arm and led me to the stage. Destiny was no longer standing on it but was leaning against one of the four tables, still completely nude and giving me a dirty look. When we reached the makeshift stage the crowd of men encircled us. Maurice reached into his pants pocket and pulled out two gold-plated dice. He set them on one of tables that made up the stage and pointed to them.

“The first phase of the initiation is the simplest. You will roll these dice. The result of your roll will determine how many members of the Four-Oh crew you will have to sexually satisfy during the fourth and final phase of your initiation.”

A lot of the men made some lewd remarks but I could barely hear anything besides Maurice’s voice. I felt my stomach tighten.

I would be having sex with some of these men after all. As few as two or as many as 12. I was so nervous and scared that I kept glancing at the entrance to the bar and wondering if I could get to it fast if I decided to bolt. There was no way, though. I had to do this.

“Destiny rolled a three earlier,” Maurice said. “It’s possible you will be having sex with fewer men than her later, or a great deal more. Now you may unclasp your wrists, Becky. Pick up the dice and let fate decide how many of the members of the Four-Oh Crew get to finish your initiation.”

I had forgotten all about his command earlier that I hold my wrists behind my back but my body hadn’t. They’d been clasped the whole time and when I let go my hands felt numb. I rubbed them together for a moment to get the blood flowing and then, with a visibly shaky hand, I picked up the golden dice. They felt heavy as I cupped my other hand over them and began to shake. Memories of playing Monopoly with my brothers popped into my head as the crowd began to chant, “Twelve! Twelve! Twelve!”

I shook the dice for a good minute or so and then, as my heart hammered in my chest, I let go. The dice flew out of my hands and bounced across the table. I stared at them and time slowed down. For a moment I saw two sixes. Then I saw two ones. Finally the dice stopped moving and the crowd cheered in delight.

The result on one dice was indeed a six. On the other, though, was only a three.

“Nine,” Maurice announced out loud for those who could not see. More cheering followed and my face flushed red. Destiny gave me a smug, defiant look that was full of malice. I gulped slowly and felt more alone than I ever had before in my life.

“Now, for the next phase, you must stand on this stage and present yourself to the Four-Oh Crew. What that entails is what you saw Destiny doing when you entered,” Maurice explained. “You don’t have to dance the way she did, but if you wish you may request a song of your choice to perform to.

“What isn’t an option,” Maurice continued, raising the volume of his voice to silence the loud group of men, “is whether or not you remain clothed. You must, in fact, strip naked and pose so that everyone present gets a chance to see you from every angle. Do you understand?”

After all I’d been through since my 13th birthday I would have expected this phase to be easy. It wasn’t. My mind sort of zoned out as Maurice and someone else helped me crawl up onto the makeshift stage. When I stood up and looked out over the large gathering of black men, I froze. I could feel my knees shaking so violently that I was afraid I would collapse. The room was silent and everyone was staring at me and I was overcome with stage fright. For a moment I thought I was going to cry.

Maurice must have sensed my trepidation because, just as the crowd began to murmur its disapproval, he said in a loud, commanding voice, “Becky, take off your shirt.”

That did the trick. Without thinking I brought my hands up to my chest and started to unbutton my shirt. The angry murmurs of the crowd turned into sounds of approval as I fumbled with the buttons. In my head I was thinking about the time I’d undressed in the back of Daniel’s video store and all the subsequent times I’d stripped for him in his basement. This was the same thing, I told myself. I was simply following orders, doing what I was told. It was always best to just do as you were told.

When I slipped my shirt off my slender body there was a round of applause and calls for me to continue. But I didn’t move again until I heard Maurice demand, “Remove your shoes and socks, Becky.”

I went down onto one knee and removed my left shoe, realizing with some embarrassment that some of the men behind me could probably see up my skirt. I moved quickly to remove my other shoe and sock and then stood up.

Maurice demanded that I remove my bra and even though the crowd was incredibly loud, now, I could hear his voice as if it were the only one in the room. I brought my hands up to my chest and fumbled with the clasp of my bra. It had been one of my master’s favorites, a red, front-clasping piece that pushed my breasts upwards in a way that made them look bigger than they were. When the clasp snapped free my breasts fell out to the cheering of the men in front of me. My nipples were stiff from either arousal or fear and as I dropped the bra to the table-top I realized I wanted to touch them.

My small, barely pubescent b-cups were nothing compared to Destiny’s huge breasts but you wouldn’t have known that from the crowd’s reaction. Maurice commanded me to turn around so everyone could see and I did. The room erupted with gaudy cheers. I kept my arms to my side and my eyes focused on my bare feet but I was feeling something other than nervousness, too. I felt a strange sort of pride that my small, young body would evoke such loud cheering from the men in the room. I guess I just felt flattered.

When Maurice told me to remove my skirt I didn’t think twice. I even sort of made a show of it, bending at the waist as I pushed it down after unzipping it. I felt my skin warm up all over, especially between my legs. I turned for the gang members in the room and suddenly I wanted to see them. My nude body was on full display to these strangers but that didn’t embarrass me anymore. I wanted to look at them, to actually see their reaction instead of just hearing it.

For the first time I looked away from my feet and brushed my hair out of my eyes. The crowd seemed to realize what I was doing and I was greeted with loud shouts of encouragement. I turned in place, a small smile starting to form on my lips, and soaked in the adulation of the crowd. Men were pointing at me with smiles on their faces, clapping their hands, and cheering me on. For a brief moment my stage fright was gone and I soaked in their approval with a genuine smile on my face.

Then I spotted several women in the back of the crowd. I hadn’t noticed them before and they were so far back from the stage that I assumed they had arrived late. When I saw them I froze. They were pointing angrily at me and using my race in the loud, vicious attacks they screamed at me. Terms like “White slut ain’t even got pubes yet!” and “Spoiled white bitch, stupid fuckin’ snow flake!” cut through the chanting of the men and sort of stung. I could feel their anger and suddenly I was nervous again.

These women had come to watch someone they knew, Destiny. Instead they were watching me, a complete outsider, a child. And they hated me. I felt my stomach churn with fear. Once again I looked down at my feet and tried to pretend I was somewhere else.

The crowd surged toward the stage just as Maurice began to speak again and I was surrounded by dark, outstretched hands. I found myself stumbling toward the center of the four square tables in an attempt to stay away from them. Some of the hands were trying to touch me and a couple even did before I made it to the center of the mock-stage. Others were just pointing at various parts of my nubile body while crude comments were hurled at me. I no longer felt proud about the way the men were reacting to my nudity. Instead I felt like a piece of meat on an auction block. I listened hard for Maurice’s voice but couldn’t hear him over all the shouting. After several moments of stumbling around to avoid the hands something snapped inside me. For the first time since removing my top I crossed my arms over my breasts to shelter them from the audience. My knees began to shake and before I could catch myself I slipped and fell onto my ass.

Someone grabbed one of my ankles and began to pull. I squealed in panic and tried to kick the hands away. When someone grabbed me by my shoulders I began to bawl like a toddler. I couldn’t contain my fear as the scene descended into chaos and hands from all around grabbed at me, some going so far as to push between my flailing legs.

Eventually I realized that Maurice’s face was above mine when I heard him yell my name. After blinking away tears I could see his strong, angular features and his penetrating eyes behind his rimless glasses. He was the one holding me by my shoulders and that sort of relaxed me. I could finally hear him now when he said, “Stop struggling, Becky. They need to carry you so we can set up the third phase of your initiation.”

That’s when I realized the chaotic scene wasn’t chaotic at all. The men were trying to work together to lift me from the makeshift stage but my struggling and carrying on was impeding their work. I felt my heart slow its frantic beating and I nodded to Maurice. He hoisted me up and I felt my small body, now immobile, being lifted high into the air by strong black hands.

As embarrassing as it was to be lifted up in the nude it was a far cry better than feeling like I was about to be torn apart by a pack of wild animals. After a moment or so I was even sort of comfortable with this lewd, naked crowd surfing. Though the occasional hand thrust or poked at me in uncomfortable places, most of the people passing me along were gentle enough, given the circumstances.

I noticed that I wasn’t alone, either. Destiny was in a similar situation. I saw her naked chocolate colored body being passed around the room, too, and I also realized that the room was now packed full with gang members. A lot of people must have shown up since I followed Ty and Lee into the bar. The place was stuffed wall to wall with people, and not just with men, either. As I was passed across the outstretched hands of whooping and cheering gang-bangers I noticed that at least a third of them were female. I also saw that my body was following the path Destiny’s had taken. The sweaty and calloused hands of the Four-Oh Crew passed me over to one wall, along its perimeter, and then toward the bar. I followed in Destiny’s wake and only barely managed to comprehend my situation as I circled around the room.

Just before the end, when I was passed back toward the center of the room, I noticed that the makeshift stage had been taken apart. The new direction filled my heart with joy at first. I wanted this naked crowd surfing to end more than anything. But then I noticed that where the tables had been there was now an angry looking group of female gang-bangers forming a circle. Destiny was dropped into the center of this little oasis first. I followed shortly after.

The women were screaming at us. They were pointing fingers, yelling cuss words, and stomping their feet. But none of them stepped past the invisible line of the circle. I crossed my arms over my pale chest, not that modesty mattered much anymore, and tried to find the exact center of the circle so that I would be as far away from these women as possible. In doing so I bumped into Destiny. I didn’t care, and neither did she. For the first time that night she looked scared, too.

“Phase three,” Maurice yelled.

I didn’t hear him the first time he cried out. I didn’t hear him the few times he yelled the same two words after that. But eventually all of us heard him and the screaming women who encircled Destiny and I quieted down. The men who filled the rest of the bar followed suit.

Maurice let us all stand there in silence for a good long while. I felt Destiny’s naked rear-end press against the middle of my back. She seemed to be pushing herself away from the angry eyes of the women who encircled us and that made me do the same. Since I was shorter than her the top half of my butt met her ass while the lower half met her upper thighs. I didn’t care about the contact. I was too confused and frightened to care about anything.

“Phase three,” Maurice repeated for the hundredth time, “entails the court-in.”

The room cheered. I didn’t know what a “court-in” was but I heard and felt Destiny shudder, and that scared the crap out of me.

“For thirty seconds,” the gang leader’s deep voice entombed, “each initiate will endure a beating at the hands of her would-be Four-Oh sisters.”

Destiny and I were torn apart before I could make sense of Maurice’s words. At the same time as I was being hauled out of the circle by a pair of angry looking women I heard the room erupt with cheering. The next thing I knew I was being held next to Maurice by Lee, who had accepted me from the women. His thick arms wrapped around mine, helping to cover my tits. I struggled out of sheer instinct for a moment until I heard his deep voice whisper in my ear, “Just stay cool, girl. It’ll be over real quick.”

I only had a moment to watch Destiny stumble around in the circle before one of the women lunged out at her and punched her in the face. Destiny shoved the woman back but there was no real fight in her. Another woman grabbed her hair from behind and held her immobile as the first woman gave her two strong punches to the face, then one to her flat, naked stomach. Destiny doubled over and crumbled to the ground.

The real beating began once she hit the floor and it seemed to last forever. While it felt like the crowd of men were surging behind us, the crowd of women literally rushed toward the helpless woman. I saw legs kicking, arms throwing, and hair being pulled. Most of all I heard Destiny crying. She screamed bloody murder and it was no act. She was in real, honest-to-God pain. The swarm of female Four-Oh Crew members covered her like locusts, kicking, biting, punching. I barely had time to digest the scene when Maurice yelled, “TIME!”

Amazingly, all of the women backed off at the sound of his voice. The circle was formed once again. Left directly in the center was the crumpled form of Destiny, her body laying on its side, quivering in place.

Someone helped her up. I don’t remember who. I might not have even seen. I was too preoccupied with what was happening and was desperately trying to think of a way out. I now knew what a court-in was and I was terrified. I was next, after all.

“Just curl up, baby girl,” Lee whispered to me. “Just drop right away and curl up and count to thirty. Don’t do nothin’ stupid like try and fight back, hear me?”

I tried to nod but I was too scared to move. I watched in a daze as Destiny was led out of the circle, the same place she had been stripping naked on a makeshift stage not an hour earlier. Instead of her clothes she left her blood behind this time. She was stumbling and I could see she was crying, wincing, and clutching her side. She was making no move to hide her nudity and it seemed as though she was barely aware of her surroundings.

Maurice relieved Lee of his duties and gripped me in his arms. He said, “All women must endure the court-in. Feel lucky, Becky. For a man the court-in lasts two full minutes.”

Then, without warning, he pushed me into the circle. I stumbled right over a stain of blood Destiny had left behind. My bare feet were both drenched in it when I received the first elbow-to-the-face of my life.

I remember the pain, of course. More than that, though, I remember trying to figure out which tooth might have been chipped. It was surreal: I was falling to the ground, all of my strength leaving me from just the one blow, and all I could think about was my tooth. Was it broken? Was it shattered? Would I have to go to the dentist? I tried to remember if my dad still had dental insurance or not…

I hit the ground hard. The elbow to my mouth had been brutal and I never did see the face of the woman who struck me. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion but when I finally landed on the ground I did as Lee suggested. I curled up into a fetal position. My hands gripped the top of my head so that my arms protected my face. I squeezed my knees up to my chest so that I protected my pussy and ribcage as best I could.

What followed next is strange to recall. For thirty long seconds, the longest of my life, I endured kick after kick, punch after punch, as a pack of wild animals beat the shit out of me. They hurled insults as the mob of black women did their best to ruin my small body. Sometimes they tried to grab my hair but mostly they just kicked and punched, kicked and punched, repeatedly. During the entire process I barely felt anything. I didn’t even cry, not even when one woman landed the sole of her combat boot squarely onto my right temple. It was like I retreated to a place deep inside, a safe place where there was no pain. It was a place my former master had first brought me to during all the torments he’d made me endure during my term as his slave. I went there during those awful 30-seconds and hid from both the women beating me and the men cheering the action from behind them.

I never heard Maurice yell “TIME!” though I imagine he must have because the beating did come to an abrupt end. Just like that my “court-in” was over and the women disappeared and I was left a crumpled form on the cold, hard ground.

Lee was the one to help me to my feet. He more or less carried me toward Maurice, where Destiny was standing next to Ty. There was a band-aid on her left cheek, a butterfly bandage holding together a nasty scar on her right temple, and a large square of gauze taped over her left breast hiding some kind of cut that was bleeding through the bandage. Her right eye looked swollen shut but nothing could be done for that. She looked like a total wreck. She stood mostly because Ty was hoisting her up. It looked like she had no strength in her.

I was presented to Maurice by Lee who held me from behind by either shoulder. I barely looked at the gang leader. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Destiny. She was in a really bad way. She probably needed to go to the hospital, I thought. That’s when I realized that I made it through my court-in a lot better than she had. Lee’s advice had proved to be extremely helpful.

“Both initiates,” Maurice said after touching my chin and examining my face, “have passed the third phase.”

The crowd around us cried out their approval. Just then two men I hadn’t noticed before took me from Lee’s comfortable arms and sat me on the ground. They began to probe my body in a clinical way. They asked me questions. One of them shown a pen-light in my eyes.

“She’s cool,” one of them said. “Blood’s from her mouth but that’ll heal quick.”

“Give her something for the pain,” Maurice told them.

One of the two men pressed a couple pills against my swelling mouth. I definitely had a cut lip and maybe a chipped tooth, but it could have been far worse. The pills tasted like acid but I sucked both down with a gulp from a water bottle the men attending me offered.

The entire bar-room was in a furor. They were chanting, demanding the fourth phase. In my dazed state of mind I couldn’t even remember what that was. I looked up, searching for Lee, and started to ask for him. Instead I coughed up blood.

“Are you okay?”

Maurice’s words were unexpected. I said, “Yesh, shir.”

He frowned at me and adjusted his glasses. He said, “Your eyes don’t look too bad. How does it feel when you breathe?”

I inhaled deeply through my nose. There was some pain in my ribcage but nothing major. I didn’t think anything was broken. I said, “Ish okay.”

He nodded. “Very well,” he said. After standing back up he held up both hands and said to the crowd, “There will be a ten minute break so we can set up for phase four. If you haven’t drawn a number yet, B has the tickets.”

Lee helped me to my feet after that. His large, menacing presence seemed to ward off the crowd of enthusiastic gang-bangers because we had no problem making our way to the bar through the crowd of men. Once we got there he sat me on a stool and said, “You know what’s next, girl?”

My dizzy mind tried to focus. I crossed my arms across my naked breasts and concentrated. Finally I remembered phase one, the dice. I’d rolled a 9. My weak and beaten body shuddered but I said, “Yesh … yesh…”

The large man with the afro pulled out a pack of cigarettes. The rest of the bar-room was going nuts but by and large no one was paying any attention to me. No music was playing but it almost seemed like the men were dancing in anticipation of what would happen next. In the center of the room, where Destiny and I had just been beaten up, there was some activity. I couldn’t tell exactly what was going on but it looked like something was being constructed, or at least set-up. I looked back at Lee and saw he was taking a long drag from a filter-less cigarette.

“Here,” he said, offering me the smoke.

I shook my head. “I don’t shmoke anymore… ,” I said.

He held the cigarette out anyway. He nodded toward it without saying anything. He wasn’t speaking because he was holding down the hit he’d just taken.

I was confused. I said, “I’m shorry, I ushed to but I quit…”

Finally he exhaled a plume of funny smelling smoke. He said, “Girl, this ain’t no normal cigarette. Take a hit or two. It’ll help with what’s about to happen.”

Now I understood. He wasn’t smoking a cigarette. He was smoking weed. When I looked back at the cigarette he was offering it was obviously hand rolled. It was a joint, I recalled from pictures in anti-drug classes at school. I stared at it for two or three long heartbeats before finally reaching up with my right hand and taking it between my fingers.

I’d never smoked pot before. I’d never really even considered it, not that I’d ever had an option to do so where I came from. The nuns at school had ingrained in me that marijuana was bad and that I should never smoke it. Daniel, my former master, had ingrained in me that I wasn’t even supposed to smoke normal cigarettes. Even my dad had railed about the dangers of smoking. But I took my first hit of weed anyway because I trusted Lee. He was one of my liberators and, unlike Ty, he seemed to actually give a crap about me. If he thought it would help me get through phase four then I would definitely smoke it.

He told me to hold the smoke down and I did. I nearly choked when I finally exhaled and I coughed like crazy. Lee sort of grinned at me while I did. Maybe he thought it was funny I couldn’t handle the pot or maybe he just enjoyed the sight of my jiggling little breasts. Either way he passed the joint back to me after taking his own hit. My second intake of marijuana smoke went better than the first had but I choked and coughed just the same.

I ended up getting four or five good hits in before the joint was too small for either of us to hold anymore. Lee called down the bar for a glass of water and when it arrived I greedily sucked down half of it. My mouth and throat were incredibly dry. Other than that, though, I didn’t feel any different than I had before smoking the weed.

I saw that Lee was grinning at me again. I said, “What?”

He just shook his head. “You’re gonna have a fat lip, girl,” he said.

I felt my lips with one hand. Only then did I realize I’d been smiling like some stupid little girl. I giggled when I realized it, and giggled harder when I felt the cut on my lower lip. It felt puffy and tingly. Hadn’t it hurt before?

My eyes popped wide open when I finally understood. I was high! I’d never been high before and it felt incredible. It wasn’t like being drunk. Not at all. When I was drunk I could barely think. Being high was the opposite: I couldn’t help but think. I thought of everything. I was aware of everything. Everything but the pain in my body from the court-in, that is. I was aware of the smoke in the air, the voices around me, the cold leather-covered stool beneath my naked butt. This last part preoccupied my thoughts the most: I was naked. Naked! Naked and sitting on a bar stool in the middle of a crowded room. I began to laugh.

“What’s up?” Lee asked, looking amused.

I leaned in toward him. I was no longer covering my breasts. I didn’t care. I said in a whisper, “You know shomething? I’m naked!”

He laughed at my obvious observation. He said, “That you are, girl.”

I laughed with him. Our laughter was interrupted when Ty arrived. He was smiling and flipping a coin in the air, catching it, and flipping it again. I stared at it as it made its way through the air and almost clapped every time he caught it. When he was right next to us he said, “Yo, Lee. Since you ‘n I brought in little Ms. Snow Bunny here we gets precedence in a few. Maurice said to flip to see who gets the heads and who gets the tails first, know what I mean?”

I giggled like a stupid little child. I was getting even more high as the THC coursed through my veins. I knew what Ty was talking about but I didn’t care. What I did care about was Lee’s answer when he said, “Nah, man, I’m cool.”

Ty looked as shocked as I felt. “You cool?” he said. “You don’t wanna taste?”

I looked at Lee with pleading eyes. He was looking at Ty when he said, “Yeah, man, think I’ll sit this one out.”

Ty stared at him for a moment. I couldn’t help but keep staring at Lee, too. I heard Ty say, “Suit yourself, my man.”

Lee finally met my stare. He arched his eyebrows in a “What?” gesture and I started to say something before I was interrupted by Maurice’s loud voice.

“Brothers and sisters of the Four Oh!” he cried. The room quieted down and everyone, myself included, turned in his direction. He was standing in the center of the room, the very same place Destiny and I had just been beaten up. He could easily be seen because of his height but he looked even taller for some reason. It was like he was floating above the crowd. He said, “It’s nearly seven o’ clock and our initiation tonight is running late. This is due in part to the fact we had a late-entry initiate that I approved. However, I gave B my word we’d all clear out by 8:30 and I mean to keep it.”

The room filled with boos from the men. I just stared at him. He looked like a god to me, standing above the crowd, somehow flying. I couldn’t figure it out. He held up his hands to silence everyone and said, “I gave him my word! However, while Destiny rolled a three our would-be white sister over there rolled a nine. So we’ve got no time to waste if we’re going to get through this.”

There were nods of approval. I noticed that a lot of people were staring at me. I grinned self-consciously and stared at my naked toes.

“What are we waiting for, men? Let’s have some fun!” Maurice bellowed. The room roared and I could only barely hear him when he said, “Bring the initiates forth!”

I squeaked with surprise as someone grabbed me by my waist and hoisted me off the stool. I didn’t struggle, though. By now I was used to being carried by various members of the Four-Oh Crew. Besides, I was so high that being carried by this man was actually sort of fun. He basically slung me over one shoulder and the chanting mob of men parted for him as he made his way toward the center of the room.

When we got there I was surprised. There was no makeshift stage like there had been at first. Nor was there an empty circle of ground. There was still a circle of people, don’t get me wrong, but in the center of that circle were two queen-sized mattresses. One was covered with clean, pure white sheets. The other was covered with clean, dark black sheets. I was dropped onto the black one. At almost the same moment Destiny was dropped on the white one right next to it.

I bounced up and down and couldn’t help but smile as memories of jumping up and down on my bed when I was little played through my head. My stoned mind then wondered whether or not a variety of such mattresses, complete with sheets and pillows, were kept in the storage room of this bar for occasions such as this. I giggled as I imagined a huge room filled with mattresses of varying sizes, racks of unused sheets and blankets. Sort of like a Bed, Bath and Beyond in the back of this seedy little bar…

I didn’t have much time to focus on my silly fantasy. Almost immediately a woman, maybe one who had helped beat me up earlier, grabbed me by my hair and yanked my head back. She said, “All fours, bitch!”

I didn’t even think of protesting. I crawled up onto my hands and knees as she guided me into the center of the dark black mattress. Meanwhile, on the mattress next to mine, Destiny was being led in a similar fashion to the center of her white-covered bed. The contrast of white against her dark skin made me smile and appreciate the choice of colors in our respective sheets.

After both of us were in the proper position Maurice silenced the room and said, “As I said before, we haven’t much time, so there will be no breaks. Destiny will give herself to three men and Becky will give herself to nine. If at any time either one decides to quit then their initiation will be over and they will be rejected from the Four-Oh Crew.

“All of you interested in doing so have drawn tickets,” he continued. “But, as tradition stipulates, those vouching for the initiates will receive first dibs. Will Dontrel, Ty, and Lee please stand forward?”

I shook my light blond hair over my shoulder and saw Ty and a man I assumed was Dontrel appear at Maurice’s side. Ty whispered something to the taller man. He nodded and said, “It appears that Lee has chosen not to participate tonight.” There were some whoops of joy at this announcement but Maurice silenced them with a gesture of his hand. When the crowd was quiet again he said, “Dontrel, Ty. Take your positions.”

I watched as both men, grinning like idiots, walked toward the mattresses. They were both unzipping their pants. Ty was naked from the waist down as he crawled up onto the black mattress. Dontrel was also naked from the waist down as he crawled up onto the white one.

Ty’s penis was large. Much larger than my former master Daniel’s had been, anyway. It had to be about eight inches long and three-inches in diameter. It was impossible to take my eyes off of it. I never even looked at the man named Dontrel’s member; after all, he wasn’t going to be fucking me so what did I care?

Ty got on his knees behind me. I felt his hand grip my left buttock and squeeze me there and all I could do was remember the time, a few hours earlier, when he’d knocked my master down a stairway. He’d seemed so large and powerful then. He felt large and powerful now, too, as he placed the head of his thick, black cock against my tiny pink vagina.

I gasped when he pressed it inside me. To my surprise it popped right in. I was so stoned I hadn’t realized I was already soaking wet down there. I wondered how long I’d been wet. Had I been wet on the bar-stool? Had I soaked up while being carried to the mattress? Or had the sight of Ty’s huge cock finally gotten me slick?

It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. All that mattered right now was that the largest penis I’d ever taken was slowly pressing its way inside my tight young body. Ty dug his hands into my butt cheeks and pressed them apart. He was no doubt staring down at the sight of his shaft compared to my small pink slit. I cried out in delight as it moved into me but my cries were drowned out by the roars of the crowd. On the mattress next to me, I knew, Destiny was also getting penetrated but in my head none of the cheering was for her.

At that moment I wanted to be watched, I wanted to be seen. I pressed back against Ty’s cock and squealed like a surprised child as inch after inch entered me.

The room full of black gang bangers cheered at the sight of me, a little Catholic suburban girl, getting penetrated doggy-style by a gun-toting, football-jersey wearing, black man. If only my father could see me now, I thought with a giggle that turned into a groan of pleasure. I dug my hands into the mattress sheets and arched my back. There was no way Ty was all the way in me yet but there was no way I could take anymore. When I somehow did I felt an explosion of pain and pleasure go off in my loins. I slung my head back and howled like a dog, like a bitch in heat. In my stoned little head I pictured my dad bristling at the sound of my cry.

I had my first orgasm of the night. Ty wasn’t even fully inside me but thinking of my dad, and what he would say if he could see me now, sent me over the top. My mouth turned into a perfect O-shape and my eyes shut tight as blood rushed to my chest and groin. The sound I emitted was no longer animal-like, it was simply the sound of the wanton desire of a 13-year-old white slut. There could be no doubt left for anyone who heard it that I was having a tremendous orgasm.

My whole tiny body felt like it was on fire. My nipples burned and I wished at that moment that Ty was gripping them rather than my soft behind. He was fully inside me for only a moment just as my orgasm crested, and then he was thrusting forward again. I gasped in a blubbering cry of total enjoyment. My master, Daniel, had never fucked me like this, I thought. Ty was slamming me repeatedly and my tight pussy was surprised each time by the sheer size of his cock. I groaned again and felt that I was already going to have another orgasm. My master never got me off twice in a row so fast. But Daniel wasn’t my master anymore.

Just before I would have cum for the second time Ty he pulled out all of the way, leaving me feeling empty and incomplete. I stammered in confusion as he scrambled around the mattress to get in front of me. I had no idea what was going on. Behind me I heard Maurice’s deep voice yell out, “One, oh, two, one, oh!”

I heard someone yell out, “That’s me, give me room!” above the cheering of the bar-room. Before my stoned brain could process what was happening Ty was in front of me, pressing his large cock against my lips.

I opened my mouth without thinking. There was no way a thing that size could get down my throat, I figured, but if he wanted to try I wasn’t going to try and stop him. He jammed his member into my small mouth without a word and he gripped my head by my hair. I groaned around his cock as it slid over my tongue. Just then I felt the mattress shift as someone crawled onto it behind me. To my surprise Ty was able to press most of the length of his shaft into my throat after all. I suppose all the “training” Daniel had put me through was coming in handy, now.

Being stoned also helped me suppress my gag reflex as I felt my throat widen to accept Ty’s thrusting cock. Soon I was struggling for air as Ty fucked my throat and just then another penis started pressing against my wet pussy from behind.

“Uhmmghhh!” I groaned as Ty fucked his cock in and out of my throat once, twice, three times. Then he pulled out just as the stranger’s penis fully penetrated me. I had only a second to gasp in a mouthful of air when Ty’s cock erupted in my face.

The crowd went wild. Stream after stream of his gooey cum splattered out of his black cock and onto my white face. I heard him say, “Fuckin’ bitch, fuckin’ slut,” and I just groaned with pleasure in response. The pleasure was coming from the new cock filling me up from behind as much as the sensation of Ty’s semen streaking my young face.

My arms were weak, now, and I wanted to collapse onto the black-sheeted mattress. I managed to hold strong, though. Ty was gone and I shook my hair over my shoulder and glanced to my left. I saw Destiny there, still getting pummeled by Dontrel from behind. Cum dripped off my jaw and I winced and moaned as I studied the older woman getting fucked doggy-style.

The expression on her face was anything but joyful. He eyes were shut, her jaw was set, and her lips were formed in a grimace. It occurred to my intoxicated brain that she was just enduring her treatment. She wasn’t enjoying it at all. I wondered if most of the female Four-Oh Crew initiates tolerated this, the fourth phase, the same way. I couldn’t understand it. Because the stranger’s penis, now deep inside my young twat, was sending me to heaven for the second time that night. I was ready to cum again, and was crying out with pleasure. If only he touched my dangling tits, I kept thinking, I would have my second orgasm. Even though he never did I almost came anyway just before he pulled out of me.

I cried in frustration. The man who had been in me was scrambling to get to my mouth. Meanwhile I heard Maurice yell, “One, oh, three, six, one!”

A groan came from the audience but was quickly replaced with cheering as the next gang member announced he had the conforming ticket. I couldn’t help but giggle. I was so stoned and sexually charged that the idea my pussy was being raffled off, with honest-to-God raffle-tickets, made me laugh. I didn’t have much time to laugh, however, because the man who had been fucking me was suddenly in front of me. I sucked down his cock without being prompted to. I was greedy like an animal for it, lost in the lust and atmosphere of the moment. A hundred eyes watched me as I took it down my throat and there was no way I wanted to disappoint them. I went to town on the thing, slithering my wet tongue around the cock-head before pushing my face forward and taking most of the shaft down my throat. I was lost in slutty, dirty pleasure as I was skewered at both ends.

“One, oh, two, four, eight!” Maurice yelled.

This confused me at first. I had a brand new dick entering my pussy, and another dick in my mouth. Why was Maurice calling out another ticket number? With a cock down my throat I realized that Destiny’s first man, Dontrel, was finally ready to finish. I glanced over to her and sure enough, Dontrel was now fucking her face as a new gang-banger mounted her from behind. The latest “winner” got to mount her, not me. He seemed as pleased as a silver medal winner at the Olympics, I thought with a high degree of immodesty.

My face was getting fucked hard now as my second cock of the night took over when my actions lapsed in the wake of the third cock, now fucking my pussy, stole my attention. It was hard to focus on anything else when one of these black cocks was in my young vagina. I strained my cunt around the thick member, gripping it and encouraging it to fuck me harder. I gasped when the man it belonged to slapped my ass. That really set me off. If I could have spoken just then I probably would have begged him to spank me harder.

I felt my chest growing warm and out of nowhere my second orgasm of the night engulfed me. I cried out in pleasure and my throat tightened in response around the dick down my throat. That apparently was enough to set the man face-fucking me off. Just as my orgasm became all-encompassing I felt warm goo shoot down my throat. The man behind me, meanwhile, pulled his dick out of me. I was still sort of cumming when he was in front of me and I had no other thought in my stoned head than to suck his member down my cum-slicked throat.

I had only a minute or so to focus on this third cock before the fourth of the night entered my pussy. Maurice had yelled out another ticket number and I hadn’t even heard.

Destiny finished another one herself and while I was on my fourth cock she was only on her third. Of course, this would be her final one. After my third cock of the night emptied its load on my face the same way Ty had I looked over at my fellow initiate. She was not having any fun at all. Her mouth was getting skewered by her second cock and it was obvious she hated it. I almost smiled as I waited for my fourth lover of the night to pull out of me. My mouth was empty and I did nothing to hide my cries of pleasure. The crowd was enjoying the show I was giving them. All Destiny gave them was a show of endurance. I gave them a demonstration of ultimate pleasure. My stoned young brain thought that made me superior.

My fourth cock of the night was average in size, I thought, and the man it belonged to was taking his time fucking me. I spent that time watching Destiny as her third and final cock was pulled out of her ebony body. No one else’s cock replaced it as it forced its way down her throat. I felt delicious waves of pleasure wash over me as I saw her do her best to service her last man. I watched with stoned, gross fascination when the white spunk from his cock finally erupted across her already glazed black face. She didn’t look very happy about it. She immediately rubbed her face into the white mattress she was on. She groaned in pain and had to be helped up only wobbly legs after a moment.

Polite cheers came from the audience when Maurice announced, “Destiny is now our sister!”

Destiny had passed already. She was done. She was officially a member of the Four-Oh Crew. Meanwhile, I had only my fourth cock of the night inside my young pussy. I had five more to go before I would done.

Most of the men in the room could care less about Destiny’s success and that gave me renewed energy. They were watching me, a tight, white little suburban girl with a thick cock in her pussy and taking it like a pro. They’d been watching me as the main attraction all night. So who cared if Destiny was done? She’d only taken three cocks. Big deal!

I ground my sore butt back against the fourth cock of the night, which seemed to be taking forever, and started to enjoy myself again. The crowd gave me energy and strength as everyone in it started to chant my name. They seemed to sense that I was about to cum again and they were eager to see it happen.

Well before it could, though, the man with all that stamina and patience gripped me by the waist and pulled out of me. While doing so he twisted my body so that I was no longer on all fours. I was now on my side.

Maurice called out a new ticket number. The fifth cock of the night got to me quick, just as number four jerked off onto my face. I gasped and cooed as he did and the room erupted its approval of the disparaging scene. Meanwhile cock number five plowed into my pussy from above this time. He gripped my left tit and forced me to stay on my side. I curled my toes and accepted his brutal entry with a gasp of pleasure.

Cocks five and six were pretty much the same. Each pummeled me, but neither got me off. The eruptions on my face or down my throat were degrading and disgusting in some ways, but I was so sexually charged and entirely stoned that I didn’t care. In a way I cared more about giving my audience a good show than in my own silly pleasure. I only came for the third time that night when I couldn’t take all the attention anymore and my immature body and likewise my brain became so lost that the orgasm surprised even me. When the seventh cock of the night erupted on my cum-soaked face I shrieked loud as my stoned head took in every pleasurable detail along with every degrading detail of my actions. I was lost in the moment and when it was over and I was done cumming I fell off of my side and onto my back.

I was in full missionary position for the eighth cock. He lasted barely five minutes before going to my face. I had barely enough strength left to lick the head of his swollen member as he face-fucked me at the awkward, somewhat painful agnle. I didn’t care. I had a permanent smile plastered on my face. It was a stoned smile, an overstimulated smile. I tried my best to give him what I’d given all the others but really I was losing steam. I knew it, and I think the crowd knew it, too.

When the ninth cock entered me I really was at the end of my limits. My 13-year-old pussy was amazingly resilient but no one gets trained by nine well-hung African Americans without repercussions. For me this meant I was now at zero energy. My tanks were drained. I couldn’t give a show anymore. There was no way I would quit at this point, I knew, but I was like Destiny now. I was just enduring everything. Even being stoned wasn’t helping me anymore. All I could do was lay on my back and take this latest, long spear of a cock inside me with a whimper.

Until I realized whose cock it was.

That ninth and final cock was slow and sure inside my tight white box. It took its time in me. It seemed to respect I was out of juice, that I couldn’t be expected to give much back. It got into a slow, happy rhythm inside me, expertly pushing all the right buttons and finding my g-spot without difficulty. The crowd began to chant its owner’s name.

“Maurice! Maurice! Maurice!”

In a daze, I looked up. Sure enough the gang-leader was above me, carefully and expertly guiding his cock in and out of my pussy. He didn’t need to force it because I was wet. But he could have just focused on his own desire like so many of the others had. Instead he seemed to care about how it made me feel.

When I realized this I lost control of myself again. I had renewed strength, renewed energy. Not a second wind so much as a third or fourth one. Maurice was making me feel things I’d never felt before. With him it wasn’t about size. He wasn’t as long as Ty had been and he wasn’t as thick as some of the others, either. But he knew how to ride a women. He knew how to work his magic. My juices flowed naturally again.

The crowd was still chanting his name but I no longer heard it. I was too preoccupied with his hands on my sensitive little breasts, his thrusting hips, the feeling of his dark flesh inside my pale body. When I came for the fourth time that night it took a long time and he rode me all the way through.

Maurice was my ninth and final of the night. And unlike all the others he shot his cum up inside my womb. I wrapped my young white legs around his dark body as he did and gasped at the feeling of being filled up with his sperm. I panted with pleasure the entire time until his cock softened and he was finished.

There was a cheer of triumph from the crowd when Maurice finally stood up. In a daze I watched him nod his head to everyone. He said, “Welcome our new sister, Becky.”

Thunderous applauds followed his words. I felt stupid and silly, laying on my back with cum dribbling out of my pussy. But I wasn’t embarrassed. Not in the least. I had just completed a lengthy initiation into a new family. I sort of felt proud. I rubbed my thighs together and smiled.

Maurice, still naked, helped me up from the bed. I was still sore from the court-in earlier. Worse, I was sore from the brutal fucking I’d just endured. I was also stoned, depleted, and post-orgasmic. I felt entirely spent from head to toe. I also felt something else.

I felt happy.

Lee met me at the side of the bed. He had my clothes in his arms. He said, “Better get you home.”

I nodded. My high was waning and I was feeling both sublime and ruined. Ruined only because I was on empty now. Physically and mentally I was entirely drained.

Maurice said to Lee, “We’re all filing out. It’s almost 8:30.”

I dressed as Maurice, Lee, and Ty talked with a half dozen others around me. I didn’t even try to listen to what they were saying. Some were congratulating me, I knew, but I was shell-shocked by what I’d been through and I had pains in muscles I hadn’t even known existed before. After clasping the last button on my white Catholic School uniform I finally spoke. I whispered, “I, uhm … if I’m not home shoon I’m in big trouble…”

Lee gripped me gently by my upper right arm in response. “Let’s go,” he said.

I stumbled at his side through the thinning crowd of the bar. I kept looking back for Maurice but he was already gone. When we got outside it was dark already. If Lee hadn’t been there to guide me there was no way I would have found my way back to Ty’s house.

I got in Lee’s car once we got there. He did, too, and started the engine. Before pulling out of the driveway he said, “Sorry ’bout that.”

He had lighted a new joint and I took it when it was offered. I was on automatic pilot still. After sucking down a deep hit I said, “Shorry about what?”

“I looked everywhere,” he said. “Couldn’t find your … undies.”

I took the joint back. I sucked on it for a long while, feeling confused. I said, “What do you mean?”

He blew out a puff of smoke. He said, “Couldn’t find your undies, girl. Looked all over. Some motherfucker must have stole them.”

I accepted the joint again, but I was laughing now. I tried to hit it, but couldn’t because of my giggle-fit. Finally I managed to say, “There were no pantiesh! I washn’t wearing any!”

He took the joint back after I took my hit. He pulled the car out of the driveway with a grin on his face.

“Figures,” he said as he smoke and drove at the same time. “You white bitches is crazy.”

---

He got me home just before nine. I was really stoned. We had smoked the entire way.

“Lee?” I said after he put his car in park three houses down from where I lived. There was something I wanted to ask him and I had been worrying about it the whole way home. I was worried because I wasn’t sure I would like the answer when I got it. My paranoia, amplified by the pot, kept telling me that the answer would be bad. But I had to know.

He raised his eyebrows at me. I looked down into my lap and said, “What happensh … now? With me?”

He kept his eyebrows up. He nodded his head toward my suburban neighborhood street and said, “You get out. Go home.”

That wasn’t what I’d meant, of course, and I think he knew it. I said, “I mean, with the … gang? I mean, what … what am I shupposed to do now?”

He stared at me for a long moment. Eventually he lit a real cigarette, took a hit, and said, “Whatever you want, girl. You wanna never see us again, that’s cool. You wanna go back on bein’ a slave to Fat-Dan, that cool.”

My eyes went wide. “I don’t want that!”

He nodded once. Without a word he left his cigarette dangling between his lips and leaned over my body. He reached to the glove compartment, opened it, and pulled out a box full of matchbooks. He retrieved one, closed the compartment, and leaned back in his seat. Using the light from a lamppost he’d parked under he wrote something inside the matchbook and handed it to me.

“Top number’s my cell,” he said after I took it. “Bottom’s my pager. Fat-Man Dan come around buggin’ ya, you call. Page me 911 if it’s an emergency.”

A slight smile formed on my face out of sheer gratitude. I put the matchbook in my purse but continued to stare at him. After a moment he said, “What?”

“Jusht, uhm … if I do want to shee you guys again,” I said in a soft voice, “will I have to … do anything?”

He laughed. “Damn, girl! Don’t ya get it? You’re a member, now! You ain’t got to do shit if you don’t want! You want to stay here in the subs and listen to Justin-Fuckin-Timberlake all day, that cool. You want to come hang, that cool to. No one’s gonna make ya fuck nobody you don’t want to no more.”

I blushed. While it was sort of a relief to hear that I wouldn’t be forced to do anything sexual anymore if I didn’t want to, that hadn’t been what I meant. I’d been afraid that being a member of the gang meant I’d have to help them do illegal stuff, like rob stores or get into gang-wars or deal drugs or something like that.

He must of realized I was still unsure because he said, “Look, girl– Becky. Maurice just wanted ta make sure you had steel, ya know? That you wouldn’t go runnin’ on home to Mommy and Daddy or the poh-lice. You proved that tonight. Far as he’s concerned, you never want to come on back and hang, that’s cool. No one’s gonna ask you ta do nothin’, you hear me?”

Relief flooded through me and this time I did smile. I batted my eyelashes at him while I did and he seemed to smile back.

“Now go on, get,” he said. “I gots to get back and you gots to get home.”

I nodded and reached for the door handle. I froze though when my intoxicated brain remembered one last question I had to ask. Turning back to him I said, “Why didn’t you want to fuck me tonight?”

He raised his eyebrows. “I did, girl. Lord knows I did. But it ain’t that simple.”

I gave him a sloppy grin. “Shure it is,” I said. “I think after watching what I did tonight you’d know how shimple it can be…”

Lee finished his cigarette and tossed it out his window. He said, “I ain’t like most men, Becky. I was ‘fraid I’d hurt you.”

“Hurt me?” I said, surprised by his answer. I’d figured he’d chosen not to fuck me because he thought I was too young or that he wasn’t attracted to me.

He decided to answer me by grabbing my left wrist and placing it on his lap. What I found there made my jaw drop and my pussy pulse with desire. I’d had more orgasms that day than I’d ever had before but what he was forcing me to feel was making my pubescent and stoned young brain horny all over again.

It was the outline of his cock. He guided my hand down the side of his leg and the incredibly thick outline just kept on going down. And down. And down. When it finally ended, just a few inches shy of his knee, I understood what he meant.

“That’sh … that’sh… ,” I said, my voice a mere whisper. I stared at my hand, at the outline of his monstrously huge cock, then back at his face. I said, “How big… ?”

“Big,” he sighed. He didn’t seem proud of his enormous girth. He said, “Even after watchin’ ya with the others tonight I don’t think you coulda taken this without getting’ damaged. Grown women I fuck, even, takes them time to get used to it. I just didn’t wanna hurt ya.”

I whetted my lips involuntarily. I stared back at his leg and the sight of my small hand softly gripping the outline of his massive dick. It was larger, much larger, than anything that had ever been inside me before. I couldn’t imagine that it could possibly ever fit inside my tight cunt. Even so, the idea of trying was getting my juices flowing again. I looked at him and my stoned eyes were pleading.

He shook his head. “Go on home, girl,” he said. It sounded like an order and that disappointed me. Without a word I let go of him and reached down and picked up my back-pack. I started to turn toward the passenger door but hesitated when he said, “‘Course, you ever wanna come hang with me, go on and call one of those numbers. I’ll even give you rides, both ways.”

I smiled. Turning to him I said, “What about, you know, the whole ‘carbon footprint’ thing? Wouldn’t, uhm … Al Gore frown on all that driving?”

He was lighting another cigarette. “Gore my boy,” he said, sounding dead serious. “Even he’d understand putting a little mo’ CO2 in the air for a piece like you.”

I laughed and shook my head. A minute later I watched as his big old car rumbled down my street. I smiled the entire way as I walked home.

---

My dad took one look at me when I entered the family room. He raised an eyebrow then threw back a bottle of beer he’d been nursing. He was watching some kind of action movie with two of my brothers and he turned back to it. I stared at his profile for a moment and wondered if I should just leave and go up to my bedroom. Unfortunately it wasn’t going to be that easy.

“What happened to your face?” he asked just as I was about to turn away and leave. He could have been asking me about the weather given his tone of voice.

I took a deep breath. My brothers were staring at me but my dad was looking at the television. I was so stoned that I was sure I would sound strange if I said anything. I had no choice, though, so I tried to think of what I normally sounded like. After a pause long enough to warrant another look from my dad I forced myself to say, “Uhm, Melissha and I went roller blading … I had to use her shister’s shkates ’cause I didn’t bring mine with me and they were a little too shmall, I guessh. I ended up … tripping.”

I had concocted the lie during the walk home to my house. Lee had dropped me off down the street so that my dad wouldn’t spot his car and know that some large black man had driven his daughter home.

My lie seemed to satisfy my dad. He grunted and took another swig from his beer. My brothers were still staring at me, though. They probably noticed how messy my hair was, how disheveled my clothes were, and how much my legs were shaking. If Dad hadn’t been there they would have surely pressed me for details. I knew there was no way my lie would have stood up under cross-examination and that was what I feared most. Thankfully for me my dad didn’t care enough to ask for any details.

My dad seemed engrossed with the movie again. I waited until my brothers looked back at the large screen before slowly slinking away. When I got to the stairs I took them quickly to my room. Once there I dropped my purse, my backpack, and stripped off all of my clothes. They reeked of weed and I wanted to get rid of them. I stuffed them into my hamper and stumbled around my room in a stoned daze looking for pajamas. When the search took too long for my exhausted body I finally just collapsed onto my mattress in the buff.

I was probably conscious about thirty full seconds. During that time I felt my body throb everywhere it was hurt. I also felt my tight, recently fucked pussy squeeze together around the cum Maurice had left for me there. Images of what I had gone through that day flashed through my head and when I fell asleep all I could feel was happiness.

THE END OF CHAPTER SEVEN