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Salvation (Mg, prost, drugs, viol, inc)

By wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

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Wayne stood visibly shaking at the doorway staring at the piece
of paper in his hand. D4.  The apartment was right, but still. 
Just walking through this neighborhood rattled his nerves and the
fact that he only saw one other white man since he parked his car
two blocks away made him rethink what he was doing.  He wasn't
even sure it was the correct projects complex.

"This is stupid," he mumbled and was about to turn to leave when
the door before him suddenly swung open and a stocky, bald
Spanish-looking man filled the space.  His face and body was
covered with tattoos and the large scar trailing from his brow to
his lip made him look even more menacing than just the cold, hard
expression.

 "Moby, someone here to see you," he shouted out over his
shoulder before brushing past nearly knocking him over.  Seconds
later a huge black man appeared almost as wide as the door frame
it's self.  Damn he was big and Wayne had to look up just to see
his face.

"What the fuck you want?" he barked out, as the fat fingers on
his left hand gripped the door while his ham-sized right hand
braced himself against the wall.  He was enormous standing over
six and a half feet tall and weighing well over 400 pounds.

"I, um, huh, well... I hear I can buy, you know, stuff here," he
stuttered literally scared for his life.  He was taking a big
risk coming here.

"What kinda stuff?" he asked glaring down at the frightened
little man.

"Uh, maybe some pot or something,"

"POT!?  You thank I wais my time with piss ass shit like dat
motha fucker?  Come back when you serious `bout buying shit and
don't eva waste my time askin' for somethin' like dat again!" he
started to close the door.

"WAIT!" Wayne called out putting his hand out to stop the door."

"You bess be watchin' yo fingas or you might get dem broke off,
white boy."

"I have money and I need to buy something.  I wasn't sure if I
had the right place so I said pot, but I need something else. 
Please," he asked nearly begging.

Moby looked the man over up and down.  Obviously a middle class,
tight ass, up tight white man thinking he can hang with the
brothas in the inner city.  He smiled.  This should be easy. 
Fools like this don't come by everyday and he could easily double
his price and the asshole would pay it.

"What you want?"

"What do you have?"

"Man, don't be fuckin' with me.  Either you know what you lookin'
fo or you get the fuck outta my face, you dig?"

"Cocaine.  I need cocaine.  You got some?"

"Yea, I got some.  You rich white boys always looking for that
shit.  Com' on in, I hook you up," he said swinging open the door
and stepping aside.  This was easier than he thought.

Inside sat two other black men, neither as bulky as Moby, but
both looked to be local gang thugs and both were smoking
something from a pipe.  Wayne swallowed hard.

"Wait here, boy," Moby said heading into another room.  The other
two men glared at him making him feel even more uncomfortable.  A
second door opened startling him as a tall, slender black man
emerged and walked over to the two men on the couch.  Words were
exchanged and the new guy left, slamming the door in his wake. 
Moby returned with a small plastic baggie.

"$250," he barked out holding it between his pinched fingers. 
Wayne dug through his wallet.  It was more expensive than he
expected but he didn't want to blow this.  Pulling out two
hundreds and three twenties, he handed them with shaking hands to
the mammoth giant.

"Okay, honky, you got yor shit, now get the fuck out!" he ordered
turning to sit in the worn love seat.  Wayne wasn't even thinking
about the change as he was still focused on the real reason for
his visit.

"What about the girl?" he asked trying to steady his nerves.

"What girl?"

"I hear you got a girl here, you know for..."

"Who tole you that?"

"Its word out on the streets that's all.  I was just curious if
you still had her."

"Maybe.  Cost you to find out though."

"How much?"

Moby looked at the sucker with a smile.  Most of the men using
her are paying twenty or thirty dollars.  He could get sixty
easily from this fool.  He barked out the price not sure he'd be
willing to pay it sight unseen.

"Okay," Wayne said reaching once again for his wallet.  Moby
smiled taking his money before pulling his bulky form up once
again and heading towards the door where the tall black guy had
just left.  The two men stood at the doorway looking into the dim
room at the naked form sleeping on a filthy mattress in the
corner.

"There she is," he said stepping in followed closely by Wayne. 
She was mostly on her stomach, her left leg straight, her right
leg bent with the sole resting against her knobby knee.  Her ribs
and spine were clearly visible and her unwashed dirty blond hair
looked oily and covered her face and shoulders.

Bright red marks and whelps criss-crossed her back and her legs
and arms were covered with bruises and scratches.  Rope burns
were visible but fading from her ankles and wrists and the stench
of urine and musk burned his nostrils.

"Wake up, ho!" Moby yelled out flipping her over with his foot. 
She flopped over, hardly able to move.  "You gotta nutter
customer."

Wayne was horrified at what he saw.  As awful as her back was,
her front was even worse.  Her lips were puffy, one eye so
blackened it was swollen shut and dried blood filled half her
nose.  She had cigarette burns, scars, scratches, bite marks, red
blotches and hickies all over.  Most of the bruises were a dull
purplish-green shade but others looked fresh and dark.

She must have put up one hell of a fight at one time.  But for
now, she's docile and complicit, not showing the least bit of
resistance to her fate and the environment that she was thrust
into.  Her spirit had been broken, her will shattered.

She struggled to open her legs, her movements lethargic and slow.
 One arm drooped to the side and Wayne noticed several injection
marks at the crease.  The other one still rested under her as she
was too weak to pull it free.  Her pussy was fiery red and
inflamed, the entire area bruised with severe scratches.  Her
budding breasts, hardly larger than golf balls, had bite marks
and were purple from abuse.

"Who is she?" he asked looking at the girl who at one time was
very pretty.

"I dunno and I don't care.  Her crack ho momma left her here a
few weeks ago and I ain't seen her since.  The little bitch gotta
pay her dues to live here," he added with a crooked smile.  He
turned to leave, stopping at the door.  "You got fifteen minutes,
boy, don't make me come back in here, you dig?" he asked shutting
the door.

Wayne stared down at the young girl.  The one opened eye was
merely a slit as she stared blankly towards the ceiling.  He
wasn't even sure she knew someone was with her.  He should do
something to help her but what?  He glanced towards the hairless
region between her legs.  So inviting.  A chance like this
doesn't happen often.  She's so out of it she wouldn't even know
that he was fucking her.  It would be just another cock using
her, chipping away at her soul, debasing her one more time.  He
felt his cock stirring.

It's not right, but what harm would come of it.  He wouldn't hurt
her and it would be over with quickly, he was sure of that.  He
squeezed his inflating cock wondering if after three weeks of
steady abuse her pussy would still be tight.  It had to be.  She
was young and so petite.  He could tell she'd lost weight while
here and looked younger than her age.

Slowly he unzipped his pants, fighting with himself over what he
was about to do.  His buckle and pants were undone and dropped to
the floor while he looked down at the helpless young girl. 
Moving closer he lowered his underwear and moved between her
parted legs.  Holding himself up with one hand, he guided his
stiff cock closer, brushing the tip against her soft outer
tissue.  It felt velvety soft, almost silky.  He pushed forward,
the head easily entering into the tight, wet confines of her
girlhood.  He sucked in a gasp of air as the overpowering
sensation made his head pound.

"Oh, God," he cried out as a few more inches slipped inside.  She
was soaked and gooey, her pussy burning hot inside, almost
scalding his cock as he went deeper.  Soon he was fully emerged
and held it still for as long as he could stand it.  He almost
came just from feeling it throbbing and gently squeezing him.  He
moved just a few inches back and forth, fighting the urge to cum
for he wanted to extend it as long as possible.  It was
everything he'd dreamed of and everything he wanted.  He was
right, it didn't take long and soon he felt his cum surging out,
his cock jerking uncontrollably as he filled her thirsty tissues
even more.  The orgasm was so intense he was shaking and couldn't
stop cumming for what seemed like hours.

Finally it was over.  He was done.  Pulling himself up he stood
for several long minutes watching as she struggled to turn back
over.  Her body was cold and clammy, and smelled as if she hadn't
bathed for a while but he had to admit it was the best orgasm he
ever experienced.  Slowly he dressed and left the room still
feeling light headed.

"You're done early," Moby laughed as he emerged still a little
sweaty.  There was another black man standing not far from the
door and Wayne had to move aside to go around him.  Without any
words being spoken, the new man entered into the bedroom closing
the door behind him.

Wayne didn't even look at the three men sitting in the living
room as he hurriedly rushed towards the door and ran out into the
hallway.  Running to the entrance of the building he leaned
against the glass doors trying to catch his breath.  Panting he
gazed out at the group of teenage boys standing nearby talking
and playfully punching each other in some gang-style ritual.

It took several minutes before he calmed down and took a deep
breath.  Now that he knew where she was, he'd have to find a way
to get his niece away from that monster.

~the end

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