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My old man finally rescued me from the 5th Ward Crips. It’s been three weeks since I’d last seen sunlight and it hurt my eyes. I gripped his arm tightly as we walked out of the trap house because I was afraid the thugs would change their mind and force me to stay. He took me home and ran me a bath. I had dried cum and blood stains all over my body because they never let me bathe. I sat in the tub and tried my hardest to scrub the nightmare away. I got out of the tub feeling a lot better, but my stomach sunk when I saw a strange man with my boyfriend. My boyfriend jerked the towel from my body because he wanted to give the strange man a good view of the merchandise.
“You be really nice to my friend, you understand?” my old man demanded.
I kneeled at the strange man’s feet and unzipped his pants. I started sucking his dick automatically like a robot without feelings. I need to realize that this is my life, I’m a whore for life.
I think my old man is dead. It’s been months and he hasn’t come back for me. He left me with the 5th Ward Crips because he owed them money. A plastic sex doll is treated better than the way I’ve been treated by this gang of thugs. I’ve been sexually assaulted on a daily basis. The room where they keep me has a door that acts more like a revolving door because every 15-20 minutes another gang member comes in and fucks me. I don’t fight anymore because they’ll beat me. I do want it takes to make them cum fast and leave. I’ve been here long enough to know which ones cum faster from head and the ones who need to be deep inside my pussy. I overheard Tec-9 saying my pussy was good enough to sell and make a serious profit and my stomach dropped because I knew I wasn’t ever going home.
My man traded me to the 5th Ward Crips for four crack rocks. They keep me in a room with a boarded up window and a dirty mattress on the floor. These thugs treat me worse than a plastic sex doll. My jaw aches from blowing multiple men for hours at a time. And my pussy and asshole hurt from this never-ending gangbang.
Tec-9 walked into the room with a dog leash and an evil grin on his tattooed face. He put the collar around my neck and walked me into the front room on my hands and knees. I was completely naked and felt totally exposed being the only female in room full of dangerous gang members. In the corner of the room, a gangster had a furry friend on a leash. The gangster let the leash go and the furry friend ran straight towards me. He mounted my back and his pink cock enter my tight cunt. He humped me and the gangsters laughed. The furry friend panted in my ear and his drool slid down my back. His cock knotted inside me and I couldn’t pull away. The gang laughed even more at my struggle to get away from the furry friend. I felt totally humiliated and completely defeated. When will the living hell end?
The gang stopped feeding me two days ago. The only thing I’ve had in my mouth is dick, cum, and piss. And a few of them like having their assholes licked and these thugs aren’t very clean. The room they keep me in is dirty and dark. I sleep on a sheetless mattress on the floor and every 20 min one of the thugs comes in to fuck me. There’s a horrible stinging pain every time a new dick slides between my cunt lips because they don’t give a fuck if I’m ready. The blood, cum, and shit stained mattress reek so bad it turns my stomach. Tec-9, the head nigga in charge, has the biggest dick. It’s 11 inches long and thick like a Red Bull can. He loves to make me choke on his monster cock. He holds the back of my head and forcefully fucks my mouth until I vomit. And he doesn’t stop fucking my face until he fills my cheeks with jizz. If I’m lucky they’ll let me smoke a few rocks. Being high is my only escape from this hell.
The gang keeps me locked in a room with nothing in it but a bare mattress on the floor. The only light came from a hole in the foil lining the window. I was completely naked with dried cum stains all over my body. Every 20-30 minutes a new gangbanger walks in with an erect cock ready to fuck. It hurt at first when the gangsters fucked me in the ass, but now I hardly flinch. Dried vomit is on my chin and chest because they force their big dicks into my throat too far. When my old man gave me to the gang I fought back by scratching and biting but they always made me regret it. At one point, I was partially blind from two black eyes so I learned to stop fighting. I give them what they want so they’ll cum fast and leave me alone. I’ve learned a special trick with my tongue that makes the thugs come really fast. Sometimes they make me smoke crack to keep me submissive. I haven’t seen real daylight in weeks, it’s like I’m in hell.
My boyfriend/pimp told me he found a new client. He said the client had a lot of money and I needed to keep him happy. “Keep him happy” means allow the client to do absolutely anything. I was so nervous during the drive to the new clients because my boyfriend has a knack for finding sadistic men. These men get off on hurting women for their own pleasure.
When we finally arrived, my old man gripped my arm and dragged me towards the front door. A man opened the door, he looked like someone’s father at a PTA meeting. He had kind eyes and wore khaki pants with a plaid button-down shirt. He handed my boyfriend an envelope full of cash and my boyfriend pushed me into the house. He walked away, got in his car and headed towards the nearest crack house.
The man told me his name was John and he complimented my beauty. And for a brief second, I thought this man wouldn’t be like the others. But then he rushed towards me like a raging bull and tore my dress off. He saw my large nipples and he got so excited. He started licking and sucking on my breasts. But then the licking and sucking turned into biting and it hurt like hell. I begged him to stop but he wouldn’t until he tasted blood. He pulled his face from my chest with a mouth full of blood. I could tell that he had a huge erection, blood turned him on. He put my bloody tit back in his mouth and kept sucking like a real-life vampire. Tears slid down my face because I was stuck in this vicious cycle of abuse.
Most women love giving their man a blowjob, most of the time it’s done out of love. But my old man can turn it into a punishment. It doesn’t take much to piss him off, he has a very short fuse. Last night, I didn’t do something fast enough and it angered him. He forced me down on my knees and made me suck his cock for 3 whole hours. He loves to edge, he made suck his dick until he felt like he was going to cum, then he pushed me away. After a few moments, he motioned for me to start sucking again. For three whole hours, he forced me to please him like a sex slave. After the first hour on my knees, pleasing him turned sadistic. To him I’m no longer a woman, I’m a sex toy… a blow-up doll. If I try to resist, he would hit me. I suck, and suck, and suck until he finally fills my cheeks with semen. I swallow because I need nourishment to quench my thirst. My lips hurt from sucking and swelled twice their size. He gets off on being cruel but I don’t have the strength to leave.
It was a horrible mistake, over-cooking my boyfriend’s steak. He likes it cooked medium rare. He came towards me like a raging gorilla and pummeled me to the floor. He punched me in the head four times, then gripped my hair and jumped to his feet. He dragged me upstairs by my hair, cursing me. I pleaded for him to stop, but his rage was over the edge of insanity. He forced me to undress then he tied me to the bed with my hands and legs spread apart. He pulled his belt from his pants and I struggled to free myself. He swung the belt high into the hair and sent it flying back down against my wet cunt. The pain was so bad that I saw stars. He hit me over and over again between my legs until he got tired. I cried myself to sleep.
My parents sold me to their drug dealer for a few rocks when I was really young. By then I had already been fucking grown men to keep my parents high. There are three consequences to selling drugs you either end up dead, in jail or hooked on your own supply. My owner got hooked on crack and I was his personal money machine. He would make me sleep with strangers for money. Sometimes these men were very cruel. My old man had a knack for finding men that needed to hurt me to feel pleasure. One of these men tied me down and bit me all over my body like I was a chew toy. And another whipped me until I had welts all over me. It didn’t matter that these men hurt as long as my boyfriend got paid. Every day that I wake up is part joy because I’m alive and part dread because today may be my last.
Tonight a john refused to pay me for a blowjob and I didn’t have enough money to keep my old man high all night. He was blowing my phone up, summoning me to come home. He gets so angry when practically empty-handed. I walked home with dread flowing through my body.
He was waiting at the front door, his face red with anger. He slapped me so hard that I saw stars.
“Where’s the money, bitch”, he yelled.
I handed him a wad of cash. He took the money then his eyes turned black.
“Is this it, you dumb bitch?”
He gripped my hair and spit in my face. I started begging for more time to make more money, but he wasn’t listening. He was in monster mode, he wanted to hurt me. He dragged me upstairs by my hair and pushed me to the floor.
“Take your clothes off, slut”, he demanded.
He pulled his hard cock from his pants and bent me over the bed. He shoved his hard cock into my ass without any lubrication. I felt like he was ripping me apart. He pumped my ass furiously, taking all of his frustration out of my dry asshole. He fucked me so hard that I felt something warm flowing down my leg. When he finally nutted, I saw red blood on our cream colored carpet. He stood up and pulled me up to my feet.
“Get dressed, get out, and get my money bitch!” , he calmly stated with a snarl on his face.
I did as I was told. I knew better than to argue. I didn’t come back until I had $500 in my purse.