She wanted to tell him that she wasn’t a virgin like he thought, and that she was not even in school anymore and most important she wanted to tell him her father had been taking her since she was ten. She wanted to tell him that she had lied because she was terribly ashamed, and felt that lying would protect her.
That evening she had slept late and when she woke up her father was standing in front of her naked, masturbating. He wanted her again. She could tell he had been drinking and that he would be rough and it would take a long time for him to finish. Sabrina tried to get out of the bed and he pushed her down. She flopped on the bed. He was on her so fast, pushing roughly inside of her while holding her down. He bit on her neck, and with the other hand pulled her hair while thrusting in her.
When he was finished, he rolled off of her panting, and breathing heavy like he had just ran a race. Sabrina got out of the bed and ran out of the room.
“I’m not done yet,” he called out to Sabrina.
The bathroom door slammed shut. She locked it and slid down to the floor with her back against the door. The dam had broken and she could not turn it off. Tears were running down her face.
“No more, no more,” she repeated quietly to herself shaking her head back and forth.
Her father was turning the knob to the bathroom and banging on the door at the same time.
“Bree! Bree! Open this door or I’ll take it down!” he yelled through the door.
Sabrina stood by the door with her hands on it holding it against the weight of him as he banged, heaving his shoulder at the door.
“Sabrina! Open this damn door now!” he yelled.
“Go away! Please leave me alone! Why do you do this to me!” she screamed still pushing her weight up against the door.
He kept banging the door so hard that the splinters in the frame were about to give way. Sabrina backed away from the door and bolted to the window. She frantically pushed the window up and then the screen. Her father was still banging on the door like a mad man.
It always happened like this when he was drunk. She grabbed a towel off of the rack and wrapped it around her. Sabrina stood on the toilet seat to go out of the window just as the door flew open. Sabrina scrambled pushing herself through the window. Her father grabbed her by the ankles and violently pulled her back through the window.
“Get in here you crazy girl!” he growled through clenched teeth.
Sabrina hit the floor hard, head first. Blood spurt from her mouth as her father dragged her out of the bathroom by her ankles, down the hall and into the bedroom. Sabrina screamed at the top of her lungs trying to get out of his grip. He slammed the bedroom door shut and threw her on the bed like she was a pair of pants. She tried to jump off the bed but he blocked her. He was much stronger than she was but she still fought, clawing and scratching at him.
Her violent, drunken father grabbed her by the wrists and with the other hand he punched her in the face. Her nose bled violently onto the bed. Sabrina screamed and yelled at the top of her lungs still trying to get out of his grip. She raked her nails down his face, drawing blood.
“Little bitch!” he scowled and slapped her face.
Sabrina continued to fight. He put a pillow over her face; held it down and then forced his self into her. Only muffled screams escaped while he rammed in and out of her young body.
“Stop fighting me,” he ordered her while taking her roughly.
It seemed like forever but finally he was finished. Sabrina pushed him off of her and ran into the living room. She stood in the middle of the floor naked and crying. She was swollen; bloody and bruised from her father’s attack.
She ran down to the basement and grabbed a baseball bat that her father kept from his playing days. Sabrina walked slowly back to her bedroom where her father had passed out on her bed like he always did when he was drunk. Sabrina stood over him with the bat in her hand. Her face was swollen and she could feel the skin over her eye stretching, her busted mouth protested in pain.
No more she thought and swung the bat hitting him in his shoulder. Her father jerked from the impact and tried to jump off the bed. Sabrina swung again using all her weight hitting him in his knees. He went down quickly, mumbling incomprehensible to her. She could see his mouth moving, but nothing registered to her. He tried to get to his feet again and Sabrina swung the bat perfectly hitting him in his face. She heard bone crack and blood spattered out of his nose. He fell, grabbing at his bloodied face.
“No more,” she calmly said, standing over her father.
Sabrina swung the bat repeatedly until he stopped moving. She was covered with his blood, skull fragments and brain matter that had spattered with every head-crushing blow. She dropped the bat and walked out of the room in a trance. Sabrina picked up the phone and called Taisheem. The phone rang twice before he answered.
“Hello.”
“Taisheem, please come…I don’t know what to do,” Sabrina whispered.
A short while later Taisheem stopped by. He saw Sabrina standing in the doorway covered in blood.
“My god what the hell happened?” he exclaimed. “What happened to you?”
Taisheem stepped slowly inside the house. Sabrina sat on the couch and put her head in her hands and cried. Taisheem closed the door behind him and walked over to where she was sitting. He stood over her, unsure of what to do. He wanted to touch her, to hold her but not with all that blood on her.
“Sabrina, talk to me… I need to know what happened. Where is your father?”
She pointed to the bedroom. Taisheem walked toward the staircase and slowly began climbing the steps.
“Oh my god!” he exclaimed when he reached the top of the stairs.
Then he came running down the steps almost falling over his feet.
“What the hell happened!” he yelled standing in front of Sabrina. “Talk to me dammit! Did someone break in?”
Sabrina cried harder. Taisheem bent down in front of her; his eyes pleading for an answer, “Sabrina…please you have to talk to me. What the hell happened here?”
When she stared blankly up at him, he noticed that her eyes were swollen and her lips were the size of a small fist.
“Who did this to you!” he yelled filled with emotion.
Time seemed to pass by slowly but then she raised her head and said, “He…he…rapes me. I could not stop him…he just kept doing it to me…I begged for him to stop but he wouldn’t listen,” she said between sobs.
Taisheem looked toward the staircase and asked, “Who? Your father…?”
Sabrina slowly nodded. She could see the confusion in Taisheem’s face. He stood up and said, “We have to call the police. My dad’s a retired lieutenant. He’ll know what to do.” He reached for his cell phone to call his father and Sabrina grabbed his hand.
“Noo…! I’ll go to jail! They won’t understand,” she screamed jumping off the couch and snatching the phone from him.
“Please, Sabrina let me call him. He’ll know what to do. He can help you so that you won’t go to jail. Trust me on this,” Taisheem said sincerely.
He knew that his father still had an influence in the department and he would help Sabrina the best way that he could. She stood there; hand shaking studying Taisheem wanting to believe him. With a shaky hand she slowly passed him the phone.
“Trust me,” he said again dialing his home number.
His mother answered on the second ring. “Hello,” she said cheerfully.
“Mom, I need to speak to dad,” Taisheem said hurriedly.
“Um, he’s down in the basement. Is there something wrong?” she asked hearing the anxiety in her son’s voice.
“Mom I can’t talk about it. I need you to get dad for me.”
“Taisheem is everything alright? Where are you?”
“I’m at Sabrina’s. Something has happened and… Well I think dad can help us,” Taisheem said, trying to be patient with his mother.
“Us? What do you mean us? Has that girl go
t you in some kind of trouble?” she asked with a sudden fear in her voice.
“Mom, please,” Taisheem said losing his patience. “It’s pretty crazy over here and…well I just think that dad is the person that we need”.
“Taisheem, I want you home this instant. I don’t know what kind of trouble that girl has gotten herself in and I don’t want you having any part of it. Now you get home this minute,” she ordered Taisheem.
“Mom, I can’t do that. It’s her father…he’s…well he’s hurt pretty bad, mom,” Taisheem said looking at Sabrina. He did not want to tell his mother that Sabrina had killed her father.
“Mom, if you won’t get dad, will you come over?” Taisheem asked.
His mother hesitated and then asked, “What’s the address?”
Taisheem opened the door for his mother when she rang the doorbell. She came in and demanded to know what the hell was going on.
Taisheem said, “Mom, I don’t know how to say it.”
“Say what, Taisheem? You better tell me what the hell is going on now. And where’s that girl anyway?”
“She’s upstairs cleaning herself up. Her father…he’s…well he’s upstairs. She called me and asked me to come over. When I got here, she told me that her father rapes her… and well…she hurt him pretty bad and he’s not moving. There’s blood everywhere and she’s pretty beat up,” Taisheem explained.
“Raped…?”
It seemed like that was the only word that registered with Mrs. Beverly. She took off her jacket, setting in on the chair.
“Where’s her father, upstairs?”
“In her bedroom on the floor,” Taisheem said pacing back and forth. “I think we should call dad and tell him before we call the police.”
“No,” his mother snapped. “Don’t tell your father anything. I’ll take care of this,” Mrs. Beverly said walking to the staircase.
She could hear the shower running as she got to the top of the steps. She looked in the first bedroom and then went down the hall to the other room. On the floor was Sabrina’s father just as she had left him. Mrs. Beverly bent down and checked for a pulse. There was none. Immediately she went to the bathroom and opened the door. Sabrina, still in the shower peeped out of the curtain when the door opened. She didn’t have time to say anything.
“Get out and get dressed. We have work to do,” Mrs. Beverly said, closing the door behind her.
She went downstairs and headed to the kitchen. Over her shoulder she asked Taisheem, “What did you touch in this house?”
“What do you mean? What are you doing?” he asked his mother watching her take dish rags out of the sink.
His mother stopped and sternly asked her son, “What did you touch in this house. I want to know everything that you touched”.
Taisheem looked around remembering when he had first got there and replied, “Um, the door knob and the banister when I went upstairs. Why?”
Without answering, she ordered him, “Take these rags and wipe the banister and the door knobs.”
She carried the rags in the living room. Taisheem stood looking at her filled with confusion. She stopped at the staircase and said, “Do it now.”
Sabrina was coming down the steps and Miss Beverly said to her, “Come with me”.
They went to the bathroom and Miss Beverly tore the shower curtain down and passed it to Sabrina. Then they went into Sabrina’s bedroom and Miss Beverly said to her in confidence, “I know what you’ve been through and I understand the pain…do you hear me?”
Sabrina nodded in a knowing way. She understood clearly and it felt good that somebody understood what she had been through. Tears came to her eyes and Mrs. Beverly said, “It’s no time for tears. Now help me get this bastard wrapped up.”
Taisheem came up the steps and stopped in the doorway. His mother looked up at him and said, “Get over here and help us.”
He stood there not believing what he was seeing. She stopped and said, “Now!” Taisheem did as his mother said and helped them lift Sabrina’s father so they could wrap him up. He stared at his mother in disbelief. She was not only participating but orchestrating this act.
They wrapped the corpse in a comforter and carried it out the back door. Mrs. Beverly drove her car around, and the three hoisted the corpse into the trunk. Night had fallen and there was no one out, the job was easier.
“You two go to the house. Not a word of this to your father, Taisheem do you understand me?” his mother asked waiting for an answer.
“Yes,” they said at the same time. She got in the car and before pulling off she reiterated, “Not a word.”
“Okay, mom,” Taisheem said.
Mrs. Beverly drove out to Chester County to a very familiar place. She hadn’t been in thirty years and never thought she’d return to this resting spot. She knew exactly what to do when she had heard that Sabrina was being raped by her father. She carefully disposed of the body the same way she had done to her own father, for the same thing… Thirty years ago.
Satiated Desires
TRACEE HANNA
Two weeks in Osan, South Korea, three lovers, and one hell of a fucking good time. I never believed in kismet until recently. I’m all too happy to say that fate has a very unique, if not peculiar, way of shaking things out—being that wild card in my life just when I needed a jolt.
My name is Pearl Mosley. I am a newly divorced, thirty-four year old, lovely, brown skinned woman. I don’t live an exciting life per se, however, I’ve had some splendid moments; none better than my first trip to Asia.
Although I didn’t set out to have the kind of a vacation that I did, damn if it didn’t turn out great. I visited South Korea to see my friend Trevon. He’s very handsome, tall, and extremely charming, with sexy smoldering brown eyes, a decadent chocolate skin, and the most wickedly alluring smile. We were fuck buddies who developed an excellent friendship over the years. We shared each other’s joy, pain, and pleasure. We always had each other’s back.
So, when he invited me to visit him at Osan Air Force Base in South Korea, I was on the next flight out. Knowing Trevon and I were going to have the time of their lives, especially with all of the wonderfully wicked things that he was saying to me before I got there.
“Pearl, I am going to tie you to the bed and not let you go,” he had said so wantonly.
“And I will let you,” I had invitingly responded.
“You know, you might never leave.”
“Good… I am boarding my flight right now.”
On board Korean airline, I drank a few cocktails every hour, ate a few meals, and enjoyed some snacks all while watching movies. I was too excited to fall asleep, just as well because the time flew by.
I couldn’t believe that I was on my way to the Orient. Hot damn! It was gonna be fun. When the pilot announced that we would land in under an hour, I hurried to the bathroom and freshened up. Ooh la-la! I’m going to be face to face with my wonderfully sexy friend Trevon, in no time at all. I smiled unbuckling the seatbelt and made my way to the bathroom.
There, I unloaded my toiletries, took off my ankle length black leather trench coat, stepped out of my jogging suit, and freshened. I always travel with little miniature toiletries and a wash cloth. I brushed my hair, washed my face, brushed my teeth and applied fresh makeup. I stepped into a sexy Santa suit, put my coat back on and stuffed the Santa hat into my coat pocket.
Once I was satisfied with my appearance I gathered my belongings and returned to my seat. I giggled as I got settled in. This was going to be so good, so hot, extremely passionate and electrifying. I’m going to make damn sure that you, Trevon Carpenter, was very happy and completely satisfied for as long as I am in your company. After all, that’s what friends are for. I have never been so excited in my life. Come on plane land!
Customs was a piece of cake. I made my way to baggage claim and immediately started looking around for my friend. I turned in a complete circle looking for what would have been the only Black man in th
e airport. I didn’t see him, so I decided to gather my luggage.
“Where are you sweetness?” I said out loud to no one in particular.
“Right behind you pretty lady,” Trevon lovingly answered.
Instantaneously my smile stretched from ear to ear. I spun around to see his lovely face. He stood arms outstretched, inviting. I leaped into his warm embrace. Tears welled as we held each other tight.
“Oh my God…! My dear, I have missed you so much,” I gushed.
“I’ve missed you too sweetie,” Trevon responded.
It’s been way too long. Dear God in heaven, I didn’t want to let go of him. I took a deep breath before I pulled away just far enough to look into his eyes. Standing on tippy toes, I kissed Trevon on his cheek.
“How was your flight?” he asked flashing his brilliant smile.
“Long,” I responded and closed my eyes in a slow blink.
“How’re you doing?”
“I’m doing all right now,” I smiled.
“You’re not tired or sleepy are you?”
“Not at all, Tre… How was your day?”
“I’m overworked and tired as hell.”
“Poor baby…” I cooed.
You, sexy man, are going to be doing much better in just a moment. The thought slipped into my head as I stepped back just enough for Trevon to have a full frontal view of my body. I unbuttoned my coat. I slowly opened it up and smiled.
“Now, see you’re getting my dick hard already, you’d better stop.”
“And if I don’t whatchu go’n do?”
“Don’t make me get atcha right here in this airport.”
“I’m down if you are,” I said, winking at Trevon, tempting him to go for broke. I licked my lips then dragged my teeth across my bottom one before speaking. “Come get me.” I lifted up my left eyebrow for emphasis. I posed for a moment longer, smiling. The very second that I saw a glint of mischievousness in his eyes I quickly shut my coat and giggled. “I’m just kidding. I am not trying to end up in a South Korean jail.”
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