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Thankfully, Christy’s body frame did much to hide her pregnancy. Dwight was out of town so much, he had no clue if and when her period came. There were absolutely no signs during the first trimester. Even her mother was oblivious to the fact that she was soon to be a grandmother. Tyrone and his gang did little to help hide the fact that she had been so viciously raped, used and abused. It wasn’t so much that they wanted the world, and specifically her husband, to know what had happened as much as they simply did not care.
Christy was unaccustomed to that. She had been raised in a strict church enviroment. Her family always made a point of keeping family business family business. As far as the outside world was concerned, the Freemans (her maiden name) were perfectly fine and at peace in the world. Marrying Dwight was an extension of this philosophy. Put simply, Christy was drilled to maintain an aire of civility and sophistication.
The gang’s, and Tyrone’s attitude in particular, caught her off guard and she had no point of reference. At any time, she could tell Dwight. She could call the police. A trap could be laid. If Tyrone and his crew were in jail, they could do little to her. It wouldn’t even take an overt move from Christy. The nightmares were constant. Her mother, sister and friends were all loaded with a legendary level of female intuition. It would have just been so simple for someone to have found out.
Tyrone and his crew would have been in jail for most of their adult lives. She suspected even the youngest would have been tried as adults, given the severity and frequency of the assaults. She had been threatened sure. But even those threats seemed to be more of yet another way to display her helpless plight than to save themselves.
Christy did make a quick trip to the city. The big, cold, anonymous city to see a doctor. It was a large, busy place. She could give a fake name and paid cash. The exam showed she was extremely pregnant. She was expecting the results to take time, but the nurse was gone all of 10 minutes, and surely used some of that time to chat with her co-workers. There was no way to indicate at this time who the father was, but she knew it was not Dwight.
And the pregnancy was the good news.
The nurse also informed Christy (Diane Smith was the name she gave) that along with the new baby to be, she was carrying around the early stages of syphillus. Not to worry Ms Smith, a quick couple of shots of modern science’s latest wonder drugs, abstainance from sex for 2 weeks, and she would be fine. Ms Smith explained on her interview that she was no longer married, divorced as a matter of fact (the thick tan line on her left ring finger told the observant nurse that if the divorce were final, it hadn’t been for long). Ms Smith explained that she was not currently sexually active.
The nurses, in their own disinterested way, advised her of her options. They asked if she had insurance (no) and if she were interested in an abortion. Ms Smith had obviously been considering this. Unbeknownst to the nurse, while Ms Smith may have had no problem ending the pregnancy, Christy had decided before she walked in, standing on the curb as a matter of fact, that she would go term. Somehow, someway, she would have to make this work. The problem, in a nutshell, was that she was told specifically by Tyrone not to abort this baby.
He would know.
He absolutely would know.
She was not sure how, but he would know.
And, there was the little problem that Tyrone was totally in her head now. He owned her. The tragic part was that she knew it.
Dwight was her husband and she loved him with all of her heart. There was and would never be any other man to give her love to. But Tyrone had touched something in her. It wasn’t love or anything like it. It was more primal, almost animal like. Like the way a dog knows not to shit on the floor, even after the…master (?) has left for the day. The word master came suddenly to her, quickly followed by the word owner.
Physically, Christy did all she could and would do. She took the shots. The staff was just thourough enough to give her a pamplet explaining that anyone could contract syphillus, along with a wide range of STD’s. There was no shame to be attached, you simply have a disease that is easily cureable. They were actually equating it to a common cold or flu. While sitting in the coffee shop half way between the doctor’s office and home, she read the information completely. Normally, the disease, once treated, was not communicable after 2 days. But the prevailing logic was to be extra careful. No unprotected sex for 2 weeks.
At this point, this was the least of Christy’s worries. Her pussy, even her asshole, were stretched, abused and bruised. Dwight would be home in a couple of days and would try to console her. That consolation would have to stop at holding her. Dwight would of course understand, as was his way. He would be out of town, after insisting on several additional security measures.
So at this point, Christy was as far as she could go physically and in regards to her husband. She was going to have to play for time. As much as she hated thinking about it, in a perfect world, the embryo, or the fetus, would spontaneously abort. Tyrone would understand, hopefully.
It would take some time for her to realize that she was actually planning her life, based more and more, on what Tyrone thought and wanted.
In the school days following her attacks, neither Tyrone nor his crew were in class. Had they decided it was too dangerous and went into hiding? She had no clue, but came to work each day prepared for the worst, praying quietly for the best. Friday came. One week since everything in Christy’s life was stolen, taken, warped and perverted. None of the gang so much as showed their faces. Dwight held her nightly. Bless his poor wife. The damnable drifter had really put a scare into her. At least it wasn’t so bad. At least he didn’t touch her, hurt her. Her nightmares all involved skulking, dark figures hidden in the shadows. Dwight was in none of them, only the shadows. Chasing her, lusting after her. She had them each and every night. Christy woke up screaming at least once a night, then fell back to sleep. At times, she wouldn’t even realize what she had done.
Dwight’s job came calling, again.
Obviously, they were concerned enough to tell him that he could certainly take the time to see to Christy. But couched in their concern was the message while he was good, and needed, he could, and would, eventually be supplanted.
The message was not lost on Dwight.
Sensing his tension and knowing what it involved, Christy shooed him off. With a proper amount of reluctance, he left.
Christy chastised herself. First for being so overly eager for Dwight to leave. Had he sensed this? The 2nd time was as he was pulling out of their driveway. As his BMW drove away, she found herself cursing him for abandoning her.
Again.
NONE of this would have happened if…
Now that was stupid, and not fair to him. Screaming at herself, she berated herself for blaming him for what was her fault.
Her fault?
No, that’s not right either.
Who’s fault was all of this?
Monday came. Christy found herself secretly hoping for a repeat of last week. No more. Please no more. Just let me deal with what is on my plate now and I will find a way to work it out.
Keeping a wary eye throughout the day, there was no sign of the gang. As the day wore on, she was almost encouraged by how things were turning out.
Then the bell rang. Final class was beginning. 20 minutes ticked by, and she had the class to herself.
They strolled in, 1 at a time. Slowly, sauntering in like there was not a care in the world that they held on a string. And of course, there was Tyrone. The last to walk in. His headphones jamming loud enough most everyone in the class could name the tune. As he fell into his seat, kicking back in such a lazy, arrogant manner, he gave Chr isty a wink, and pursed his lips as if to blow her a kiss.
The last 20 minutes of class were a waste of time. Assigning busy work, of which the crew would have no part of, Christy did all she could to stop her hands from shaking.
The final bell rang, the class filed out.
Please just leave, she muttered to herself.
No such luck.
The other 2, the younger members of the gang, strolled in to join Tyrone and the 2 with him.
‘Sup bitch…
Caught by complete surprise, Christy struggled for what to say.
Ummmmm…there was a test given last week. I think it would be ok if you just wanted to take it this week.
Nahhhh. We done made an A on that test.
Right?
Y-y-y-yes. I recall you handed it in early. Ummmm…your absences for last week will of course be excused. I will tell the principal something.
There ya go, you gettin it.
During the course of the conversation, they slowly, deliberately, surrounded Christy. At this point, her only concern was that they would be caught.
Look, she whimpered, if you are going to do this, at least let’s not do it here. Can we please go somewhere else? If someone walks in, I won’t be able to protect you anymore. Look, we can just go to a hotel or something. I will pay for it and we can do what you want there.
Suddenly, Christy was almost proud of herself.
You right.
She smiled. She actually got Tyrone to change his mind.
We’ll go to your place. Besides, I like your bed.
Her heart sunk.
But the neighbors…
Are your goddam problem, Tyrone inerupted. Damn but you’re a stupid whore. Either here or there, he said as his cold fingers slipped inside her blouse. You pick.
Ok, she said. He had her cowed and there was no changing that.
On the way, they stopped at a local clothing store that specialized in urban styles. All on Christy’s credit card, of course. While such a prim and proper white woman shopping with bangers was odd and drew the attention of the clerk, her mouth dropped when the largest pulled the white woman to him, forcing a long, wet kiss. And when he took a couple of pairs of jeans into the changing room, with the white woman in tow…Well let’s just say she did all she could to ignore the woman’s moans eminating from the stall. On accident, the clerks eyes wandered just enough to see a pair of red silk panties at the woman’s feet. What a slut, she muttered. The rest of the crew watched all of this, including the clerk, with much amusement. Christy bought drive-thru for supper. She, of course, was to have nothing. The food was for Tyrone and his boys. Upon Tyrone’s order to take them to her place, he dug into her wallet, pulling the cash out. He paused for a moment, then decided to leave the credit cards. All but the American Express, of course. Never know when that might come in handy.
Entering the house, Dexter (the youngest who lost his cherry in her mouth that first day) had already managed to get Christy’s skirt hiked up, fumbling with his fingers, sliding into Christy’s pussy. Of course, she knew to abide this. Whatever was going to happen, was going to happen.
Dexter ran upstairs, flinging his nude body on her bed. She walked up the stairs, stepping over one piece of his clothing after another. Now trained, Christy knew what she was to do. Upon entering the room, she slowly undressed. Somewhere in her mind, a faint voice tried to tell her this was wrong. That voice was being ignored more and more these days. Dexter licked his lips in anticipation. His cock was already elevated, pointing nearly straight up. Christy crawled on the bed, lacing her fingers around his cock. It twitched to her touch. She guided it to her mouth. Kissing, licking, wetting the meat stick before sliding it fully into her mouth. She’s getting better at it, Dexter moaned to the crowd strolling thru the door. The other 4 members sat around the room, watching their youngest get the blow job of his young life. Christy even managed to swallow. His body hardened as he fired a small stream of goo into her mouth, down her throat. She almost didn’t gag. But it caught in her throat.
The young buck’s cock was still stiff. Swinging her leg over, mounting him, taking him into her pussy. Folding the lips around him, her pussy milked his cock. In the meantime, Mohamed jumped on the bed, his cock protruding from his open pants. She took it in her mouth. Dexter’s prick grew inside her, as she rode him. The days of resisting were over. Dexter nearly lost control of his bodily functions as he felt she warmth squirt his member. Lubricated, her pussy slurped each time she slid down on his shaft. The cock in her mouth grew so much larger than Dexter’s. 2 of the others joined in, content with a hand job.
As the 4 finished, Tyrone obviously wanted her to himself. They left, occupying their time digging thru the house. In no hurry, they knew they didn’t need to wreck the place. Besides, there hadn’t been time to replace much of what had been taken.
Meanwhile, Tyrone climbed on the bed. As she felt his powerful hands on her legs, she placed her hands out to stop him. She quickly explained that she was not denying him. But there was a problem and needed to tell him. Explaining what she had read in the pamphlets regarding the syphillus. Hell bitch, I know that. Who the fuck do you think gave it to you? Taking Christy’s legs over his shoulders, he drove his cock into her. Pounding again and again. Her pussy welcomed his mass now. She came for him again and again as his hands roughly milked her titts. Groaning again and again, begging him for more. She felt his muscles tighten, allowing her last orgasm to fire to mingle with Tyrone’s. Why was that now so important to her, hearing the trailing thought. Tyrone, I have to tell you something else, Christy mumbled sleepily. Rolling over and lighting up a Newport, what is it now? I went to see a doctor last week. They are the one’s that told me about the syphillus. They also told me…
She hesitated, not knowing how to say this. Since her wedding night, she had dreamed of the romantic, loving way, she would tell Dwight he was to be a father. That they were going to be a family.
Her life had taken some very serious turns.
They also said I’m pregnant. Either you or one of your friends are the father.
Shit bitch, good fucking luck trying top prove that.
Christy was actually hurt. Did he think that she was somehow looking for support?
Tyrone got up, thru with the cunt.
Christy of course had no problem with the boys taking Dwight’s Ford Expedition. They would have to have it back before he got home saturday afternoon. Not a problem, they’d be back.
And they were.
That same night.
And again, they brought company.
And again, Christy was the party favor of choice.
On one occasion, the big Latino mentioned something about Christy better be well worth the $50.00 he paid. Listening later, she heard Tyrone bargaining with another prospective customer.
He was actually selling her body.
She was his whore.

For the 1st 3 months of her pregnancy, Christy took care of her body, as well as her baby-to-be. All the while, praying for it to end. She ate properly and made sure she was taking her vitamins. When the rare question would come up, she would successfully navigate around it. Thankfully, those questions were few and far between.
But now, she could see her belly begin to protrude. She had been officially carrying the bastard child of a black rapist for 4 months and counting. She had been so consumed by the turns her life had taken, doing her pitiful best to deal with each new day, that she never noticed that Tyrone, for all intents and purposes, really wasn’t interested in her anymore. So much so, that she realized he probably wouldn’t have cared if she never delivered the baby or not. Of course, now that she realized this, it was too late. Minus a medical emergency, no doctor would abort this pregnancy. So now she was stuck.
By the time month #5 rolled around, Tyrone hadn’t even touched her sexually for weeks, except one time to prove to some college kids that Christy was indeed, a willing participant. Even then, he only came in her 1 time. The college kids each paid their $100.00, and managed to grease her with their cum. It just wasn’t the same. Things had even gotten so bad, she got Tyrone to agree to allow her to quit her teaching job. She never mentioned this to Dwight. Adding this to the long list of things he would never, COULD never, know about his lovely bride. Besides, Tyrone added, that gave her more time to earn for him.
The only regular company she was now getting was Dexter. Over the last 5 months, he had obviously hit a growth spurt. He was easily as tall as Tyrone, and even though Christy hadn’t seen it for weeks, she was convinced that his cock was now larger than Tyrone’s. Dexter always struck her as being different from Tyrone. Though that may have been more of a crush on an older woman (and a white woman at that). He was a bit more on the gentle side. At times, he actually seemed concerned whether she orgasmed or not. Of course she had. These were rare moments though. Mainly, he filled her pussy cavity with his cum, driving her mad when he kept pounding her pussy time and again. His 2nd orgasm always took longer and came harder. As a matter of course, he finished and had her pussy quivering. The spasms were matched by the flood of her own orgasm. Most nights, Dexter would fall asleep at her house. Sometimes on her couch watching TV to all hours, other times in the bed she shared with Dwight. Thankfully, Dexter was very cognizant of the fact that he needed to be gone and stay away when Dwight was going to be home.
With Tyrone however, things had decidedly cooled. He was only interested in how much Christy could give him, and how much she could make for him. There’s was no strictly a pimp/whore relationship. He never let her forget that either.
Then, just 1 week left of her 6th month, her world changed once again.
Tyrone came to the house. Christy was expecting company, but was startled to see that only Dexter and Teasha were with him. She was further concerned when the 2 men stayed in the garage. Teasha however, grabbed her by her hair. Every other word cursing Christy, for what she had no idea. Dragging her up the stairs, Teasha set about stripping Christy of every inch of clothing. Standing in her bedroom, stark naked, with Teasha berating her with every breath. Fucking white bitch, scheming and fucking with her man.
Her man?
Who was she talking about…?
When Christy tried to ask who, Teasha interrupted her with a backhand across her cheek. Dropping Christy to her knees.
Well, I gots sumpin for your slut-ass. You gonna try THIS shit on, sees how you likes it. Skeezer bitch!
Christy could barely manage to glance up. Teasha was opening her pants.
Oh God, please not that again. Teasha’s panties were stained. The sweat, and the stain of…
Oh my God no…
It was obvious. Teasha was in the midst of a very nasty menstrual period.
Teasha, p-p-p-p-please. Don’t do this. I am begging you…
Oh, you GONNA beg awight!
Kicking her panties aside, Teasha grabbed Christy by her hair, dragging her face first into her crotch. Christy gagged. The stench was awful.
Open your god dam whore mouth and eat me bitch. I KNOW you know HOW!
Slowly, her trembling lips parted. Barely managing not to vomit, Christy closed her eyes. Extending her tongue, touching the sagging lips of Teasha’s obviously well worn pussy. She so wanted to wretch. Closing her lips, kissing the crotch. Sliding her lips thru the lips of Teasha’s pussy, Christy found the clit. Teasha thrust her hips forward, forcing better access. Christy’s face was now completely buried in Teasha’s pussy. Grinding her pussy, moving Christy’s face around, she obviously was becoming more aroused.
Teasha’s legs began to tremble.
Christy could feel the blood and bodily fluids smearing her face. Parts of it began to dry. The pasty go stuck to her, even collecting in her hair. True to her new nature, Christy submitted. Now fully sliding her tongue into Teasha, flicking her clit. Teasing her. Teasha managed to cum, mixing more bodily fluids. Christy’s face was now slick, caked.
Teasha thrust her leg to the side, knocking Christy aside. She reached into her purse, pulling out a dildo. Spreading Christy’s legs apart, her long nails digging into the flesh, Teasha cruelly rammed the dildo into Christy. Sawing it back and forth, raping her pussy with it.
Swinging her leg over, Teasha mounted Christy and sat on her face. Again, she undulated her hips, grinding into Christy’s face. Teasha began to moan. The dildo began to excite Christy. She instinctively swished her hips, taking the entire dildo in her. She felt the wave already beginning to build. The days were long since passed when Christy could only orgasm once, if at all. Now, her body would readily cum, even when played with in the shower.
She didn’t know they had company, until she heard Dexter’s voice. Fucking slut. Why you gots to be like that?
Why was Dexter angry with her…?
Oh baby, she’s good. I see what you like. I bet she even eats ass. Don’t you bitch?
All Christy could manage was a muffled reply.
She knew what she was to do.
Her long tongue slid into Teasha’s ass. Fucking it. Knowing what was expected, she reached up with her hands. Her fingers easily found the sagging pussy. Sliding in, probing deeper. Teasha came again. Her entire body shivered in pleasure. For Christy’s part, her legs spread wide, fully exposed to the men watching.
Oh FUCK! You SURE we can’t both have her Dexter?
Both? Christy silently wondered.
You’re a fucking dike-ho. I don’t want no more to do with you.
Teasha brought her hands up, caressing Christy’s belly. Well, looks like its gonna be a big baby. But if that’s all I got, that’s all I got.
She leapt up, fluids dripping. She put her panties back on.
What the hell was going on? Christy was puzzled, frightened by what may be in store for her.
Ok Teasha, Tyrone chimed in, get what’chu gots to get and move the fuck out.
Giving Tyrone a knowing wink, she grabbed Christy’s purse. Taking the $130.00 Christy had for groceries for the week, stuffing them in her sagging bra. Lessee, what else does I need? Oh yeah, turning to Christy, tugging at the diamond engagement ring and wedding band Dwight bought as a replacement for her original set “that damp drifter stole”. I done hocked the others, a girl’s got bills, ya dig?
Christy didn’t even flinch. She let them slip off her finger.
You best take care of this, Teasha whispered in Christy’s ear, as she again placed her hand on Christy’s belly.
Rising, Teasha left.
Ok home’s, the bitch is all yours. With that, Tyrone turned and followed Teasha down the stairs.
Just make DAMNED sure she understands what she’s gotta do, he shouted back.
I will.
Dexter, what is going on?
He was quiet. He couldn’t even look her in the e f ace. Dexter turned and said he’d arranged for Christy to not have to whore anymore for Tyrone anymore.
What do you mean?
Christy reached out for Dexter. Her hand firmly on his arm, turning him to her.
She never saw it coming.
Dexter’s punch knocked her over the chair. She landed against the wall.
Bitch, don’t you NEVER touch me again without my permission. You best realize, if you don’t already, yo ass is MINE!
Her trembling hand beside her face to protect her from another blow, Christy stared up at him with fearful eyes.
Dexter grabbed her by her ankles, dragging her to the center of the floor.
I’m gonna teach you to cum for anything and EVERYthang!!!
Jerking his pants open, he cock rammed into her. Easily as large as the dildo Teasha used, Dexter fucked her like an animal.
At this point, he was an animal.
He pounded her again and again.
She really couldn’t help it.
Her orgasm was the most violent she’d ever had. Christy’s scream truly came from her soul. Her nails dug into Dexter’s back, clawing him. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him all the more into her.
YESSSSSSSSSSS, she screamed.
Oh FUUUUUUUUCK YESSSSSSSSSSS!
Again and again, Dexter slammed into her.
Finally, she felt him tense. Felt his cum. He groaned.
Christy locked her body as well. Her pussy milked his rod for every single drop of cum.
She collapsed. Her entire body was limp. She couldn’t even manage to raise her arm. Her body was completely drained by Dexter’s assualt.
Dexter sat up. Just so’s you know, things have changed. You do what I say, you be awight. You don’t, I’ll sell your ass to someone badder than Tryone. Ya dig?
Y-y-y-yes, she mumbled.
W-w-w-what has changed?
First, yo ass is mine and mine alone. Don’t you NEVER fuck NOBODY but ME!
Then, that kid in there, as he pointed to the baby, that kid is Teasha’s. She said the only way she’d let me go is if she could take what she wanted from here. I said ok, then she said she also wanted the kid. But we gonna be awight. Don’t want no squawlin’ kids no way. Gonna be jus’ me’n you from now on. Now, you go get any shit you think you gonna need. We outta here.
What are you saying to me???
He grabbed her by her hair, jerking her up and throwing her over the dresser.
I TOLD you do what I SAY! Now DO IT!
Christy was fully naked, leaning over the dresser, trying to gather herself, trying to make sense of what was going on, and what she should do about it. She never heard the whoosh. Had no clue it was coming. But when the belt dug into her bare back, it was like no pain she’d ever felt before. Another lashing across the back of her legs made her hop in pain. The next lashing across the small of her back, forcing her to flex forward. Dexter pulled her away from the dresser, tossing her to the floor like the trash she now was. The belt struck across her exposed titts, causing her to scream again and again.
Finally, the beating stopped.
Now, unless you want more, pack your shit.
You got’s 30 minutes to meet me in MY Expedition (obviously the one that USED to belong to Dwight and Christy).
He marched out of the room.
For the first 10 minutes, Christy sat and cried.
So, this is what it has come to?
A 17yr old kid now owned her.
Literally.
Owned her to the point that he had actually given her baby to another woman, one that he allowed to rape and abuse her. She had little to nothing, and he was even taking that. She gave a few fleeting thoughts to calling the cops. Calling neighbors. Calling ANYONE!
But, there was no one to help her.
This was her life, such as it was, from now on.
Besides, the beating, oh the beating. She knew she could absolutely take no more.
So, she quickly set about packing her things. Amazingly, she was able to load what was left of her life in the time Dexter gave her.
He sat, stone faced and silent.
When she said she was done, he slammed the SUV into reverse, squeeling away from her house. Out of the corner of her eye, Christy saw the neighbor. The snooty old bitch was always paying too much attention to everybody else’s business. Still, Christy tried to slump in the seat quickly. Maybe the old hag didn’t have her glasses on.
Will I be coming back? Christy meekly asked.
Dexter’s only response was to speed down the road that much faster. 18

18Over the previous 2 weeks, it became painfully apparent to Christy that while Dexter may or may not have feelings for her, he had much to learn about showing the tender side of himself. Though she was long past morning sickness, she was still extremely pregnant.
Dexter had delivered her to his house. His mother and her boyfriend were there, sometimes. The house, much less than she was used to, was merely a shack with a den/living room, kitchenette, bathroom that on rare occasions worked, and a bedroom. The bedroom was the exclusive domain of Dexter’s mom and live in lover. She asked only once how long they had been married. An order to mind her own fucking business was the only answer she got.
Dexter’s mom, Rosella, let it be known that while Dexter was a banger and she didn’t approve of his lifestyle (like her’s was anything to be proud of?), Christy was an intruder and was going to have to “earn her keep”. This arrangement quickly turned into something like slave labor. Christy did all of the cooking, cleaning, washing, laundry, the general work around the house period.
Added to the fact that she paid for the groceries, and the times the “family” decided they needed to go shopping. The irony that she was using the credit cards provided by being Mrs. Dwight Harris, his income approving the cards, was not lost on Christy. Dwight was feeding the very people she was forced to live with.
No allowance was given for the fact that now Christy’s belly was fully extended. She was extremely pregnant. Dexter and the others simply didn’t care.
For his part, Dexter was only “home” a couple of days out of the week. While he was gone, she was made to feel anything but welcome. At least, not Dexter’s mom. Her boyfriend made no effort to hide his attraction to her. Even as pregnant as she was, he generally made a special effort to gawk at her. And catching her in compromising situations were an added bonus. The only place for her to sleep was on the foldout couch in the den. On the rare occasions Dexter was there and was in the mood, she would often see the boyfriend watching thru the cracked open door. Dexter’s mom was fully unconcious from her latest drunken binge.
On one night, 2 weeks into her 9th month, he got so bold as to walk up to the bed while she slept. She was startled awake by his fingers on her nipples, teasing them. Her breasts, acting n the impulse, began lactating. Christy quietly begged him not to touch her. Giving a dissatisfied smirk, he trudged off to the kitchen for a fresh bottle of beer and pack of smokes.
Christy decided against saying anything to Dexter about the unwanted attention paid to her.
The 5th day of the 4th week of her pregnancy, everything fell apart, again. Dexter’s mom had to go on a job interview, required of her by an obviously uncaring unemployment office. Dexter was no where to be found. Christy had just finished the dishes and was resting her swollen feet on the couch. Exhausted, she drifted off into a light sleep. She woke to find her maternity dress lifted over her fat belly, and a strange set of fingers in her pussy. She immeadiately tried to protest, to shove him away.
Now looka here girly, you want a place to stay or not. Dex’s momma is already wantin yo ass outta her house. All I gots to tell her is you opened yo legs to me, then you’se outta here. She already thinkin’ you got eyes on me.
With that, he shoved his fingers fully into her. Prying the tender flesh open further, his fingers sawing in and out of her already stretched pussy. Just as Christy was about to lodge another protest, he slid his legs over, slipping between her legs, forcing them open. She never spotted his open pants and erect penis. Ramming into her, he violated her again and again. His weight was crushing her. With no regard to the damage he might do, he thrust his hips, slamming her pussy with his meat stick.
Things quickly got worse from there.
The intense pain that wracked Christy’s body was like nothing she’d ever felt before. The agony, the mind wracking pain…
Then, she felt an incredible amount of wetness between her legs. At first, she thought the 2 of them had orgasmed together. But this was just too much. Quickly realizing her water had broken. Another wave of pain struck her. Meanwhile, her attacker ignored her, thinking he was merely causing this with his lovemaking ability. Pumping his cock into her again, he began to sweat, moaning in absolute pleasure. Just then, Dexter and his mother walked in. Mom completely came unglued. Her boyfriend immeadiately got up, claiming to be innocent of all wrong doing. Dexter slapped Christy across her face, dragging her off the couch and towards the door. His mother began slapping the love of her life, while cursing Christy’s name.
Christy, in the meantime, doubled over in pain. Labor, that HAS to be it…
I am in labor.
She tried as best as she could to tell Dexter she was in labor, but he was hearing none of it.
You fucking whore, cant go 2 days without a dick. You goddamn slut, disrespecting me in my own house, with HIM? Get the fuck out. Take you and you bastard baby and get the hell outta my life. Dont never wanna see you ever again.
Christy finally regained her senses on the curb. Dexter had drug her out of the house, down the walkway, to the curb.
And left her there…
Somewhere, a neighbor, obviously peeved at being disturbed by the white bitch screaming out there, called for an ambulance. Given the neighborhood, the ambulance arrived in record time. 45 minutes after her eviction from the house, they pulled up. Quickly deducing what was wrong, she was loaded onto a gurney and placed in the ambulance.
Searing, burning pain froze her body.
Then, after all her body had taken over the last 9 months or so, finally gave out. Sweet relief came when she passed out. She would not come too for 3 days. The hemorage caused by her latest rape nearly killed her.
White, fuzzy figures seemed to be swirling around her, when she first tried to open her eyes. Finally, they blinked open.
Well hello there, a kind voice said. We were beginning to think you’d never wake up.
W-w-w-where am I? Christy managed to hiss hoarsely.
Mercy General. You’ve been here for 3 days.
M-m-m-my baby…where is…
Oh he’s fine. Quite a handsome young man if I do say so myself.
H-h-h-he? Where is…
Oh he’s gone home with his dad. Not to worry, they haven’t been up yet, but I’m sure you know that with a new baby and all, might be hard for him to get out.
Daddy?
Why yes, the baby’s father. He showed up a couple of hours after you were brought in. Oh, and by the way, if you can manage to call him, we really need him to come back in. He was in such a rush to get your son home, he forgot to sign the release papers. Your son is ok and all, but legally, we weren’t supposed to let him leave without being signed for. So, if you could have him stop by my desk when he come’s to take you home, I will have the papers ready for you both to be released.
Did he have a message for me?
The nurse was puzzled at the question.
Message? I don’t think so.
The chatty nurse turned and left.
She had told Christy all she needed to know…
Tyrone, it had to be. Had Dexter called him? For some reason, for a moment, it was important to her to know what happened. But this only lasted for a moment.
The baby was gone.
Tyrone had taken him from the hospital while Christy was in her coma, and now Teasha obviously had received her final payment for “losing” Dexter.
And now, it was just as obvious Dexter had no more use for her.
The drugs quickly made Christy groggy. She slept for another 4 hours, only to be rudely roused from her sleep by another nurse.
Hey, you got to wake up.
Christy tried to shake off her exhaustion and the drugs.
When is your husband coming to pick you up? The doctor is ready to release you and we need the bed.
H-h-h-husband?
Yeah, when is he coming to sign you out?
I dunno, Christy mumbled, longi ng for sleep.
The nurse, not to be put off, shook her foot again. We turned your phone on, you need to call him. Get to it.
She turned and marched out.
It was dark out. Christy had lost all track of time. She had no watch, guess Teasha had that too. While glancing down at her left wrist, Christy noticed the tan line from her wedding rings was now gone. She had gotten little to no sunlight, when staying with Dexter, and there had been nothing there for months now.
The clock radio was unplugged, so it was useless. Slowly, Christy slid her legs over. Her feet dangling, reaching, finding the icey cold floor. Glancing around, the only thing there was the maternity gown she was wearing when she was brought in. Thankfully, someone had taken it and washed it. Untying the gown, Christy took time to look at her body. There was no scar. So at least they didn’t have to do a C-section. Her titts, full of useless milk, swayed.
Christy could only live moment by moment for now. She had no clue of what to do past the next 5 minutes.
Since her feet were so swollen, she had taken to walking barefoot in Dexter’s house, so there were no shoes. Bra’s were so uncomfortable, she stopped wearing them as well. Dexter also made a point of having her walk around the house with no panties.
There were a pair of hospital issue sandals. She slipped them on. She would just have to do without panties and a bra.
Peeking out of the hospital room, Christy saw that the wing was silent. Off in the distance, she heard the sound of nurses cackling about some problem or another. She slipped out of her room, turning right, away from the voices. Rounding the corner, she spotted the elevators. Still woozy, she made her way down to the lobby floor. The clock there said it was 12:03. Ok, 3 minutes past midnight.
She had no purse, no identification, and no money. Her only clothing was this dress and the shoes she stole from her room. Walking gingerly out of the hospital, into the dark city, Christy began to think.
Ok, what do I do now?
Where do I go?
Tyrone and his crew were now thru with her. They had taken so much money from her, and God only knows how much money Tyrone in particular made from selling her body. It was only now that it hit her she never saw a dime of that money. Don’t the whores on the street at least get some kind of cut?
But she was less than a whore.
Sitting on at a bus stop, waiting for a bus that she could not even afford the .50 cents to ride, Christy began to ponder her situation in the long term. Alternately thinking of the past, and what to do with the future.
She came to realize that the sluts, whores, the sleazy women she spent so much of her life looking down her nose at, were born to the life. They had the sense, the toughness, to at least make something. No matter that they would sell their bodies to anyone with a couple of bucks. They knew you only get what you demand. She never learned that lesson. She tried to make a loose estimate of how much Tyrone made off of selling opportunities to mount the “pretty white bitch”. Between all the humping into her pussy, the hand jobs, the blow jobs, and especially fucking her in the ass (an extremely expensive good time), she thought he made around $1,000.00 per week for 20+ weeks. She couldn’t even remember all of them now. Only faceless blurs. Not evil, not animals, just blank faces. She would perform for them, and they paid Tyrone. Her head began to hurt. Her arm was still sore from the IV that was her only nutrition for the last 3, no, that’s 4 days now.
A faint voice that had been ignored, stilled for so long, now announced itself loud and clear. Dwight.
Where was he?
What was he doing?
Had he given her up for dead?
Had he assumed she had left him?
The note she quickly scribbled to him would have left no doubt in his mind she was leaving him. Did he think it was for another man? Christy snorted at that, remembering Dexter’s age.
Why had he not come looking for her?
Why had he not gotten the police to find her?
Because girl, you TOLD him not to. And while he might have ordinarily ignored her request, the situation would leave little doubt that she had abandoned him for the arms of another man.
In her stream of conciousness thinking, she remembered how all of this began…
That friday.
And a chilling, new thought came to her.
No, this really began because someone had taken her in a way she had secretly always wanted to be taken. At any time, she could have put a stop to all of this. A call to the police, and Tyrone and his crew would be the one’s contemplating their futures, while sitting in jail cells. She had just never wanted to. The lies she now recognized hid the fact that some part of her just did not WANT to end this.