His eyes continued to dart upward in thought. “Umph,” he grunted, and then shook his head in disgust.
“You want me to hurry up and get Bubbles and Skittles to the bathroom before they piss all over the place?”
“Nah, fuck those hoes. I want you to get on this dick.” He smiled. “Some good head might take my mind off my problems.”
Bullet dropped his boxers and sat on the edge of the bed. “Start on my balls. Lick ’em nice and slow…the way I taught you.”
“Lay down, Daddy. Relax; I gotchu. I know how you like it.” Cringing inside, she displayed a big fake smile.
Bullet kicked off his boxers and settled into a comfortable position on the bed, his head resting upon the palms of his hands.
She dove under the covers, anxious to warm her cold, quivering body.
“Suck it like you Superhead,” he grunted, thrusting his dick between her lips so violently, the knob collided with the roof of her mouth.
Slowing him down and trying to control his forceful movements, she gripped the base of his rock-hard dick and then licked the drops of moisture that oozed out of the crown.
“Mmm, you taste good,” she murmured. She made smacking sounds with her mouth, intending to further arouse him.
His dick pulsated in her hand. Her lips engulfed his length, sliding gently over the smooth top and the thickened veins, doing him the way she’d been taught. With her head bobbing up and down, she sucked hard and fast, trying her best to get him off.
Suddenly Bullet’s dick went soft.
Oh no! She wanted to scream. Times like this were terrible. Gianna would rather suck a strange trick’s dick than give Bullet head after he’d snorted cocaine. When he was high like this, his dick refused to stay hard, but that didn’t diminish his desire or dissuade him from trying to bust a nut.
Determinately, she seized his limp soldier and tightened her hold, struggling to stimulate the flaccid dick into a firm erection. She wanted to get out from under the blue comforter and catch a breath of fresh air, but she remained under the stifling covers, hand-stroking as though her life depended on it.
Making no progress, she switched up her approach. She teased his meat with a feathery touch. She applied gentle caresses, lightly rolling her thumb over the head of his dick, and up and down the shaft. But despite these attempts, Bullet’s manhood hung limp.
“Stop playing. I didn’t ask you for a hand job. It’ll come back to life if it’s pumping up in something hot and juicy.”
She rubbed her jawbone, trying to quickly massage away the weariness and the pain.
“Hurry up!” He threw the covers off of her. “No wonder I can’t keep it up; I need to see my pipe sliding in and out of your mouth.”
With puckered lips, she drew his droopy dick inside her warm mouth.
“You want Daddy to cum on your face?”
“Uh-huh,” she mumbled, which was a lie.
She sucked and sucked, but her extensive oral training could not get his burned-out soldier to stand up straight.
“Damn! You sucking too hard. Making my jawn sore.” Grimacing, he pulled out of the suction-hold she had on his dick.
Thank God! This coked-up fool is finally giving up. Sweet, merciful sleep was just a few minutes away.
“You slippin’ on your head game.” Bullet arched a brow accusingly.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said, batting her lashes at a rapid rate. Fighting sleep, she was having a difficult time keeping her drowsy eyes open.
“Sorry don’t satisfy my needs.” Pouting, he fondled his sagging dick.
Bullet was feeling sorry for himself. Not good. His self-pity usually led to aggression. She braced herself knowing that, at any moment, a smack upside the head was coming. Next, he’d curse her out and call her vile names. His last act of violence would be to shake her until her brains rattled. Then he’d stomp back to the living room where he’d snort some more lines of cocaine.
When his freakish desires reawakened, he’d return to the bedroom holding his rigid dick in his hands.
Gianna hoped she could catch at least a half-hour or so worth of sleep before he launched the next sexual assault.
Bullet was so insensitive. Why didn’t he understand that breaking up her sleep like this made her jumpy at night, preventing her from being able to concentrate when she needed to pull a sleight of hand to clip a trick?
Every time she made peace with her existence, whenever she convinced herself that she could endure living under Bullet’s control, he did something callous that reminded her how hopelessly fucked-up her life truly was.
She wished Bullet would take his coked-up, crazy ass back to the living room so she could snuggle up under the covers and catch at least a couple of z’s.
But Bullet didn’t make a move. He lay on his back, silent. His eyes bounced around crazily. His demented mind was busy at work.
Gianna tensed, knowing that Bullet was cooking up some lewd act for her to perform.
She gave a shuddering breath, recalling how the last time he couldn’t get it up, he’d made her lick cocaine off his flimsy dick. Lord, please don’t let this grimy nigga turn me into a drug addict.
Hit with a sudden bright idea, Bullet sat up straight. “Go unhook Skittles. Bring her in here.” Changing his mind, he frowned. “Nah, I ain’t fucking with her nasty ass. Get Bubbles.”
CHAPTER 27
Bullet had flipped the script. He wanted to fuck with doped-up Bubbles. She found the request surprising since Bullet hardly ever had sex with Bubbles or Skittles. It was about time. She wished he’d give her a break and use their services more often.
But there was a problem. Where was she going to sleep if Bubbles slept with Bullet? The living room was practically empty. The only furnishings were a sixty-inch television, a coffee table, and a lumpy chair that should have been on top of the trash heap.
She sure wished Bullet would stop spending so much money on coke and buy some decent furniture for the house. There was nowhere for her to rest comfortably except Bullet’s bedroom. Bullet had a nice queen-sized bed with a brand-new mattress and box spring. New bed linen as well.
Naked with the key ring in her hand, she made her way to Bubbles and Skittles’ bedroom. The instant she crossed the threshold, she stopped shivering. The small room was as hot as a sauna. A funky sauna. The urine-stained mattress gave off the odor of a foul-smelling public restroom.
Though the bedroom windows were opened a crack, metal bars ensured that the girls could not break free. There was an oscillating tower fan near the bed that circulated only hot, fetid air.
Gianna stared down at Bubbles and Skittles. Both girls lay on top of a bare, pee-stained mattress. Skittles had on a yellow top with a dirty collar. It was time for Bullet to buy the girl some clothes or take the ones she had to the Laundromat. Nude at the bottom, the jeans Skittles wore daily were tossed on the floor beside the bed. Gianna shook her head. Skittles was looking real bad. Sickly. Getting skinnier by the day.
Bubbles was naked and plump as ever. Being drugged most of the time didn’t interfere with her appetite. Slobber trickled out the side of her mouth. The slobber, along with the unsightly scar on her face, was not a good look. Gianna shook her head, feeling a mixture of pity and disgust. It was hard to believe that this poor slob was the same loud-mouth, obnoxious girl she’d met in the McDonald’s parking lot.
Gianna poked Bubbles in the shoulder. Bubbles mumbled incoherently.
“Get up, Bubbles. Bullet wants to get with you.”
Bubbles muttered more nonsense and tried to shift into a more comfortable position, but couldn’t. Seemingly in an OxyContin coma, Skittles was stock still. She didn’t so much as twitch or utter a sound.
“Bubbles! Get up, girl.” She unlocked the single handcuff that secured Bubbles to the rickety metal headboard. Eyes closed, Bubbles rubbed the wrist that had been shackled and then turned onto her stomach.
“Come on, Bubbles.” Frustrated, Gianna tugged on Bu
bbles’ arm. Bubbles yanked her arm away and tucked it beneath her tummy, her big butt tooted up in the air.
Catching sight of a bottle of air freshener on top of the dresser on the other side of the room, Gianna came up with an idea.
Sorry, Bubbles, but you should have cooperated with me. She sprayed Bubbles’ bare ass cheeks.
With a grunt, Bubbles flopped over and lay on her back. Gianna discharged another burst of tropical-scented air freshener. This time she aimed at Bubbles’ face. Bubbles sputtered in agitation and wiped the moisture from her eyes.
Using all her strength, Gianna heaved Bubbles out the bed and onto her feet.
Bubbles staggered and stumbled. Gianna entwined their arms and dragged the sluggish girl down the hall. Tired and irritated, she shoved Bubbles forward when they finally reached Bullet’s bedroom.
“Here she go,” Gianna announced, giving Bubbles a hard shove. Bubbles lurched forward, her big titties bouncing as she plopped onto the bed.
“Cock her legs open for me,” Bullet instructed.
Aggravated, Gianna gripped Bubbles’ ankles and pushed her legs up until her knees bent, and then she spread the girl’s thick thighs, creating space for Bullet. He smacked Bubbles’ crotch with his limp appendage and laughed. He kept smacking the mound of her pussy until his dick rose and came back to life.
Her work complete, Gianna scooted over to the far side of the bed. She tried to make herself as small as possible, just in case Bullet needed more room to get his fuck on with Bubbles.
“Where you want me to fuck you? Your pussy or your mouth?” Bullet asked Bubbles.
“Uh-huh,” Bubbles answered nonsensically.
“Oh, yeah? You like giving your daddy head? That’s how you get down?”
The headboard slammed against the wall as Bullet plowed into Bubbles.
“You like licking pussy juice off my dick?” Bullet said, sounding perverted.
“It’s all good,” Bubbles said, in a droning tone similar to someone being hypnotized.
Gianna wished Bullet would hurry up with Bubbles. She couldn’t sleep. Her head jerked to the rhythm of the mattress bouncing up and down.
“I’ma give you some oral action in a minute.” The words came out gruff; sounded like a threat.
“Do you like feeling a big dick slippin’ and slidin’ up and down your tongue?”
Gianna turned up her nose. Bullet sounded perverted…like a slimy trick. She imagined Bullet forcing his dick down Bubbles’ throat and flooding her mouth with a huge eruption of cum.
“Damn, you a good ho. Got Daddy’s dick hard as a brick. I’ma flip you over and get some from the back. You like it doggy-style?”
“Sometimes, I do,” Bubbles murmured.
That’s a shame. Bubbles is so out of it, her voice is slurred. She don’t even know what she’s saying. Gianna wanted to cover her head with a pillow to block out Bullet’s raspy sex talk.
Gianna woke up to the sound of crying. Shielding her eyes from the bright sunlight that filtered through wooden shutters, she sat up and looked around. Bullet and Bubbles were snuggled together like lovers. They were both knocked out cold from a night of drugging and fucking.
The crying started again, along with the annoying rattle of metal scraping metal. It was Skittles, trying to break free from the handcuff that kept her confined in bed.
I’m not getting up to walk her to the bathroom. She pulled the covers over her head, but Skittles’ sounds of misery grew louder.
Damn! She flung off the comforter and stalked across the room, grabbed the key ring off the dresser, and noticed Bullet’s phone. She reached a shaky hand toward the cell phone.
Bullet coughed, startling her.
She dropped her arm and rushed out of the bedroom.
Holding Skittles by the scruff of her collar, Gianna lugged her to the bathroom. Skittles moaned and cried for her daughter. Most times, Skittles’ motherly lament softened Gianna’s heart. But not today. She rolled her eyes at the whining girl and focused her thoughts on Bullet’s cell phone.
“Hurry up, Skittles,” she snapped, anxious to get back to Bullet’s bedroom so she could get her hands on his cell phone. He usually kept his phone next to him in bed. This was a one-time slip-up and a perfect opportunity for her to sneak a call to her mother. Gianna smiled, picturing the police kicking in the door and coming to her rescue.
Thoughts of freedom filled her mind as she led Skittles back to confinement.
Back in the bedroom, she quietly crept past the bed where Bullet and Bubbles were cuddled together. She glared at both of them, wishing she had Bullet’s gun within reach so she could give him a shot to the head.
Bubbles could get a pass. She was not the enemy.
Motivated by righteous anger, Gianna picked up the cell phone. She pushed the first digit. The beep was so loud, it made her flinch. She looked over her shoulder at Bullet. His head was beneath the comforter. Both he and Bubbles snored in concert.
After releasing a deep breath, she hit the second number of her mother’s area code. This time the sound seemed louder than before, jarring her. She stole a nervous peek at Bullet, and then sighed in relief. He was still sleeping peacefully.
She took another fortifying breath and readied herself to press the third digit.
Bullet cleared his throat.
Shook by a chilling fear, Gianna dropped the phone. Her eyes expanded in alarm, she jerked around, and was prepared to meet Bullet’s piercing gaze. Her mind raced frantically to come up with a convoluted explanation for touching his phone.
But he was still buried beneath the covers. Thank God! She bent down and quickly scooped up the phone, assessing it, praying it hadn’t been damaged.
The light emanating told her the cellular was still operating. But a closer look showed an ugly crack running down the center. Oh shit! Bullet’s gonna kill me when he sees this.
Using brute force, Bullet had intimidated Gianna into accepting that there was no possibility of ever being free. He brainwashed her into believing that she should gladly embrace the oppressive lifestyle he’d introduced her to. He demanded that she denounce her parents and scorn the square’s life that they offered.
The thought of trying to escape hadn’t crossed her mind for such a long time, she thought she’d lost the urge. But she was wrong. An overwhelming desire to be free had returned.
Grabbing the phone and pushing buttons was risky. That reckless act could have caused her some serious punishment.
CHAPTER 28
In a way she was relieved that Bullet was sniffing white lines so regularly. The drug took his mind off target practice. But it would be real fucked-up if he decided to start engaging in his depraved leisure activity again.
If he caught her trying to make a call, and wanted to teach her a lesson by tying her to a tree, she would be in deep shit. That coked-up nigga had no business shooting off rounds. His aim definitely had to be off.
She grimaced as she envisioned Flashy playing doctor and digging a slug out of her shoulder. He’d dope her up on OxyContin to ease the pain.
Gianna did not like the mental picture that came into focus. She visualized herself shuffling lethargically toward a paying customer. Even worse, she saw herself drooling while she gave a slow-paced blowjob.
She refused to allow herself to get turned out like Bubbles and Skittles. She had to be more cautious. Think smarter.
Moving swiftly down the hallway, clutching the phone like it was a sacred object, Gianna intended to make the call in private.
Locking the bathroom door behind her, she closed the lid to the toilet seat and sat down. Before pressing the series of numbers that would end this vicious nightmare, she wondered if she should stay inside and wait to be rescued or leave the premises…maybe walk a few blocks away from the house.
Fuck! The keys were on the dresser. She needed the key ring to unlock the front door. Funny that when she picked up the key ring to unlock Skittles from the headboard, she hadn’t f
elt any fear and no guilt at all. But now that she needed the keys to slip out of the house, she was terrified that clanking keys might awaken Bullet.
While she pondered her strategy, the most awful thing happened. The phone rang! The blare was like a screaming alarm. Holy shit! What the fuck! She’d frantically pressed the ignore button, shutting off the tattletale cellular.
A surge of panic had her breathing hard. She stared at the cell phone in shock. Then it dawned on her…when she dropped it, she’d accidentally switched the ring tone from vibrate mode to ring. With her heart hammering inside her chest and a bad case of the jitters, there was no way she could carry out her plan.
Maybe tomorrow.
Gianna pressed End and then scowled at the cracked screen. There would be hell to pay when Bullet saw the condition of his phone. Self-preservation was her top priority, so she had no choice but to play her position as Bullet’s snitch and point the finger at the person known for destructive behavior…Bubbles.
“Don’t you remember the way she was wilding out when I brought her to you?” Bullet would have no choice but to believe her. At that point, he’d direct his wrath toward Bubbles.
Satisfied that she had concocted a believable story, Gianna unlocked the bathroom door.
She bumped smack into Bullet.
“Move out my way, bitch. I gotta take a leak.” He was holding his dick as he squeezed past her. Then he froze. His gaze shot down to his phone, which Gianna clutched in her hand.
“Whatchu doing with my phone?”
Briefly speechless, she could only shrug.
He snatched the cell phone from her hand, nearly breaking her wrist in the process.
“Ow.” She rubbed her pained wrist.
“If you don’t start talking, you gon’ be screaming in pain.”
“Bub…Bubbles dr…she dropped your phone and broke it.” Gianna felt tongue-tied and scared out of her wits.
“How Bubbles break my phone? She ’sleep.”
“I know. I know. But she was messing with your phone when I brought her in the bedroom last night.” Gianna didn’t like the way her voice was quaking. She sounded nervous. Her story didn’t sound credible.
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