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I’m still with the 5th Ward Bloods, the roughest gang in our city. They’ve been giving my man free dope to keep me as a sex slave in their crack house. I’ve been sucking so much cock and fucking so many gangsters that both pairs of lips and my asshole are swollen and sore. The leader of the gang put leash and collar around my neck and he walks me around the crack house like I’m a dog. He forces me to suck his cock in front of everybody. If I stop sucking his hits me so hard that I almost pass out, and everyone in the room laughs at my pain. I’ve cried so much that I don’t have any more tears. Every time my man shows up I thinks he’s coming to my rescue but he just wants more crack. I suck cock and get fucked for hours with very few breaks. Every time I fall asleep another thug put his dick in my face. I want to run away but I’m too scared. Someone, please help me!!
My man owed a shit load of money to the 5th Ward Bloods. The 5WB’s were the largest gang in our city. They sold crack out of a trap house a few blocks from our home. They weren’t taking any more of his “I’ll pay you later” excuses. If he didn’t come up with the money they were going to kill him. He didn’t have the money but he told them he had something better …me. He made me put on my sluttiest dress and my highest heels. He drove me to the trap house and dragged me inside. There were over 25 thugs and a few females stuffed into this small track house. Weed smoke filled the air and a small mountain of cocaine sat on a coffee table.
“This is my bitch, Layla, she’ll suck and fuck anyone in here.”, he said proudly.
Nervous butterflies filled my stomach and fear flowed through my veins. The leader of the gang got to fuck me first. He threw me over his shoulder and gripped my ass cheek making his homies laugh. He walked to the back of the house and threw me on a dirty mattress on the floor. He tore my panties off and without pulling his pants down he pulled his cock out and fucked me hard and fast. He got up on his feet, zipped his pants and walked out of the room. One by one, and sometimes two at a time gangsters walked into that room and raped me over and over again. I sucked and fucked so many men that day both sets of my lips swelled up twice their normal size. When will I get the strength to leave my sick man?
My man told me he found a new client for me. He said that this man paid a lot of money to do anything he wanted to me. On the drive over to this man’s house, my man warned me to make this new client very happy. I was dropped off at the new client’s home like a UPS package. I knocked on the door and a sweet-faced, elderly man answered. He invited me inside and once the door closed an evil grin filled his face.
“Take your clothes off you filthy nigger bitch!”, he yelled,
I obeyed and he removed a black leather belt from his pants. I braced myself for the pain. He hit me over and over again while racially degrading me. He called me “Nigger bitch” with each swing of his belt. I yelled out for him to please stop, but my pleas only turned him on more. He didn’t stop until he was out of breath. But after a few minutes, he would start swinging his belt all over again. Later I found out the old man gave my man only $50 to beat me for hours.
The rain was pouring down and my feet hurt from walking up and down the boulevard. I still had five more miles before I was home. I was soaking wet with mascara running down my face. A car pulled up beside me and an older gentleman rolled down the window.
“Do you need a ride?” , he asked.
He looked so gentle, like someone’s grandpa. I got in his car, but as soon as I sat back in my seat I heard the doors lock and I knew I was in trouble. He had the door rigged so that I couldn’t unlock it from the inside. Fear consumed my body and I begged him not to hurt me. He punched me so hard the back of my head slammed against the window.
“Shut up, you dirty little bitch!” , he yelled.
I knew to not say another word and sat in silence while he drove towards the outskirts of the city. We drove for another 45 minutes before he pulled down a rocky country road. He turned the engine off and gripped me by my hair to force his dick into my mouth.
“Suck me, bitch!” , he screamed.
I sucked his cock hoping and praying in my head that he wouldn’t kill me. Then suddenly he pushed me away and reached over me to put my seat back. He climbed on top of me and shoved his hard dick inside of me. He pumped my pussy hard and fast before cumming and collapsing on top of me. When he got his strength back he unlocked my door and pushed me out of his car. He left me on that dark country road and I dropped to my knees thanking God I was still alive.
I made so much money tonight walking the streets selling pussy, I was excited to go home and hand the cash over to my man. But no amount of money is ever enough to satisfy him, he’ll always find a way to be angry.
“Bitch, what are you smiling about, this ain’t shit!” he said while counting the cash.
“It’s never enough for you!” I screamed.
And that was my biggest mistake, talking back to my man was a big no no. He threw the money at my face and flew towards me and wrapped his hands around my neck. He squeezed my neck harder and harder. I clawed at his fingers, trying to escape his grip. I finally just stopped fighting and accepted my fate…I was about to die. I faded into darkness.
When I opened my eyes, my man was fucking me. His dick was pumping my pussy hard and fast. His sweat dripped onto my face mixing up with my tears. If I don’t get out of this abusive relationship I was going to die.
I didn’t make enough money tonight and my man was pissed. I walked up and down the Houston streets, but came home with $200 and that’s not enough to keep my man high all night long. When I came through the door and gave him the money he didn’t show his anger at first. He smiled, kissed my forehead, and told me to take a hot shower. Relief flowed through my body because I thought I was in the clear. I went upstairs and got in the shower. The hot water and soap erased the saliva and cum from the tricks that paid me for a good time. I closed my eyes and let the water cleanse my face…
But my man busted in the bathroom and grabbed me from the shower by my hair, pulling the shower curtain and rod from the wall. He dragged me to our bedroom and flung my body to the floor. He pulled a leather belt from the closet and wrapped it around his fist. I cried out and begged for forgiveness but he wasn’t hearing it. He hit my wet flesh over and over again. The pain was so bad that I blacked out eventually, but when I would wake up he would start whipping me again. When he finally stopped my body was covered in welts. I need to get out of this relationship but I can’t leave him.
I have this dark fantasy. I want to be home all alone in my bed, in the dark. I want you to break into my home, wearing a ski mask. I want you to silently come into my room and cover my mouth to keep me drom screaming. I want you to force yourself between my thighs and push your hard cock inside me. Threaten to kill me if I scream out for help as you fuck me hard. Put your hands around my throat and choke me. I want you to fuck me like you hate me. Take my pussy. Take my ass, bend me over and fuck my asshole. Force me to my knees and choke me with your dick. Be mean, be cruel. I need you to take my pussy by force. Slap me around, treat me like trash. Fuck me like this pussy belongs to you.
My boyfriend gave me to you for two crack rocks. He said you could do anything to me, but leave my face unmarked. When my boyfriend walked out of the door leaving me alone with you, you punched me hard in my stomach. I fell to my knees trying to breath because you knocked the wind out of me. You pull me back up on my feet by my air, and spit in my face. Tears fall down my face because I know this is only the beginning. You make me follow you to a room in the back of your home. Panic sinks in my stomach as I look around this room and see all your torture devices. You laugh when you see the fear in my eyes, and you break my man’s rule and slap me hard across my face. I see your hard cock print in your pants, my pain is giving you pleasure. You pull a hook down from the ceiling and bind my hands to it. You pull a rope on the wall and it lifts the hook back uo to the ceiling. Tied to the hook and hanging in the air, I can’t run and there’s no escape. You pull a whip from the wall and hit me over and over again, leaving red welts all over my body. Someone out there, please help me!
My drug addict boyfriend sold me to you for $200. I’m scared because I see the evil in your eyes. And my judgement id right on the nail, because as soon as my man leaves you slap my face hard. You drag me by the hair to your basement. I look around and see that you’ve turned your basement into a torture chamber. You tie my hands together and hang me from the ceiling. You cut my clothes off with a knife, nicking my flesh several times because you’re in a rush. Next you grab a pitcher full of water a throw the cold water on my naked body. I’m shivering and my are teeth chattering with tears falling down my face. But it gets worse when you grab a leather horse whip and strike my wet flesh over and over again. No one can hear my screams. No one was going to rescue me.
I need to make $100 more before I can go home. I’ve fucked so many different men today I lost count. Every time I get in the car with a john I’m putting my life in their hands. It starts to rain but I keep walking, and then you pull up beside me. You look friendly like the average family man, so I get in your car. I sit in the passenger seat and the doors lock, that’s when I notice the knife. You’ve rigged the door on my side, so the lock doesn’t unlock. Fear grips my body and I plead for my life. You drive us somewhere secluded, where no one can hear my screams.
You yell at me, “You dumb black bitch, you got in the wrong car!”
You punch me in my eye so hard that I see lights. Then you press the knife to my throat and I close my eyes and pray. You press the knife hard enough so that I feel the sting of the blade and the blood running down my neck. Tears roll down my face and you lick them up and laugh.
“Get naked bitch!”
I remove my clothes quickly and you make me get out of the car. You leave in the woods butt naked and you leave with all of my money. My man is going to kill me.