The Ride

by wetfly6969

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A young, white autistic girl with an unusual fascination with buses 
boards a city bus where three black men befriend and convince her to 
leave the bus with them promising her a chance to have a train ride.  
They accidentally walk into a situation which none of them expected.
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"Mrs. Cox, I'm sure you understand my position," Cynthia Gonzalez
said placing the file on the coffee table.  "There's nothing we
can do to help your situation right now."

"There's got to be a way.  We can't afford special care for Jenny
right and I've already quit my job to stay home with her.  That
really made things tight for us."

"I understand, but you're still above the poverty line standards.
 Your husband is making too much money to qualify.  Barely, but
it's still over the limit."

Julia glanced to the window to watch her daughter staring outside
slowly rocking back and forth.  She's already been asked to leave
three different schools for her disruptive behavior and they
can't afford a private tutor.  There is a local program designed
for children with autism which would greatly help, but they can't
afford the $500 per month tuition.

"What do you suggest we do?"

"Perhaps you can check around for support groups or look on-line
for people with similar problems.  There's a lot of information
on the internet."

"I don't need information, I need help.  My daughter needs help.
Her autism is mild and my husband and I feel she could thrive
with the right guidance and training."

"I'm sure that's the case, but there really isn't anything we can
do.  Not right now anyway.  You can apply again next year and
hopefully we'll be able to get you into the program."

"Every year we waste sets her back even further.  She'll be
twelve next month and next year may be too late."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Cox, really I am," she said sliding the files to
her brief case.  "Why don't you contact me in, uh, say about nine
months and I'll see what I can do."

Julia watched as the well dressed woman left, taking one last
glance at Jenny looking out the window before closing the door. 
Putting her head into her hands, she sobbed.  "What are we going
to do?"

Jenny continued staring outside at the bus stop just below the
window.  She always loved watching as every few minutes the
county bus would stop to let people off and others got on.  For
hours everyday she'd sit at the window waiting for the next bus
to arrive.  She heard the woman leave and heard the tears of her
mother.  Turning briefly, she noticed her crying but quickly
returned to the activity outside.  Another bus was approaching.

***

"Jenny, why don't you get up and play for a while.  You've been
sitting at that window for hours.  It's not healthy to just sit
there like that," she said drying her eyes.  She had cried for
thirty minutes and somehow felt a little better, but not much. 
Facing her mother with the usual stoic expression, she grunted
some intangible sentence.  "Why don't you go play dress up in my
room while I make lunch for us, okay?"

Expressionlessly she pulled herself from the floor, heading
toward the bedrooms.  Julia shook her head wishing there was some
way to get through to her.  Her mind seems okay, but she's unable
to socialize or vocalize what she's thinking.  She gets
frustrated and often has outbursts of frustration, leading to
problems at school.  Taking a deep breath, she went toward the
kitchen to make soup and sandwiches.

Jenny sat at the vanity table looking at all the makeup her
mother had.  She loved playing dress up and putting on makeup,
just like momma did.  Imitating her mother, she applied several
layers of rouge, eye shadow and lipstick.  She smiled looking at
how pretty she was with so much makeup on.

Going through her mother's drawers, she found her blue silk cami
her mother sometimes wore on special occasions for her father and
quickly undressed.  She wanted to be just like her mother. 
Slipping on the shiny, silk garment, she looked at herself in the
full length mirror.  In her eyes, the over-sized sleepwear looked
pretty, although she needed to hold the panties up and the neck
line drooped low enough to expose her budding breasts.  Pulling
the shirt up to cover her chest, she turned to the side and for
the first time in a while smiled.

"Honey, we're out of mayo, I need to run down to the store to get
some.  I'll be right back.  Remember, don't answer the phone or
open the door for anyone, okay?  I won't be long."

Jenny heard her mother saying something but couldn't understand
what it was.  Leaving the room, she searched the apartment but
couldn't find her anywhere.  Scared and alone, she opened the
outside door wondering if she went to check the mail or something
and slowly ventured further.  She wasn't down the hall and
decided to look around the corner for her.  Moving outside, she
stood in the middle of the sidewalk as many people brushed by,
each staring down at her making her more afraid.  Backing away
from the crowd, she heard a loud sound and a big rush of wind. 
Covering her ears, she turned and noticed the big bus stopped
right in front of her with many people going inside and others
leaving.  Smiling, she was now able to see what everyone was
doing in there.  Slowly she went in, slipping past the line of
people waiting to pay.

***

Tyrome was annoyed by his twin brother.  Jerome kept slapping his
leg, trying to get his attention while he was talking to Marcus.
"What the fuck you want, Nigga?" he finally blurted out turning
to him.  He didn't respond, but Ty noticed his stare and followed
where he was looking.  The little white girl timidly approached,
shyly looking at the floor while walking, not making eye contact
with anyone.  She had on enough makeup for two street whores and
what in the hell was she wearing?

The girl's fists clutched the sides of the panties, pulling them
tightly against her crotch while the baggy top drooped down,
exposing her right nipple.  His eyes focused on the swollen
gland, hardly bigger than a Hershey's Kisses and a rosy-pink
shade.  Licking his lips, his eyes followed her as she passed,
sitting in the only empty seat near the back of the bus.

"Cover me," he said standing, cutting off some guy about to pass.

"EX~CUSE ME!" the man rudely commented as Ty nearly knocked him
over.  Turning to face the white man, he gave his signature snarl
making the smaller man back down.  The men's interaction was
causing a delay in the bus's leaving and the driver shouted for
everyone to sit down.

Ty, Jerome and Marcus approached the young girl, quickly losing
their seats.  Ty sat next to her while the other two stood nearby
blocking the view of most on the bus.  "Hi, I'm Ty," he said
extending his hand.  Jenny cowered away, backing herself against
the window.  Her thumbs wrestled each other on her lap as her
eyes focused on the seat in front of them.

"Okay, I guess you're shy, huh?" he added pulling his hand away.
The top of her shirt sagged more, revealing both of her sprouting
nipples and the leg opening on her panties bunched together,
exposing her hairless crack.  Again he licked his lips, turning
to wink at the other two.

"You live `round here?" he asked watching as she began rocking
back and forth.  Waiting for a few minutes, he knew something
wasn't quite right with her, but she had a pussy, an ass and
tits, although tiny, but what more could you ask for?

"These are my homies, Marcus and Jerome," he said hearing the
guys mumbling something to greet her.  "You ever been to South
Central before?" he asked the quiet girl.  "That's where we're
headin', you know that, right?"  He's picked up many young whores
on the bus before, but this one was different.  Putting his hand
on her bare legs, she jumped, bumping against the window.  Jerome
and Marcus chuckled.

"Come on, Baby, don't be that way.  Show Ty some lovin'."  Not
once did she look up at  him, keeping her eyes focused downward.
"This your first time ona bus or somethin'?"

"Maybe she shoulda taken the train," Jerome snickered, "Or do
one," he added getting jabbed by Marcus.

"Shut up, fool!" he growled afraid he'd scare the girl away.

"No, that's a great idea.  How would you like to ride a train?"
Ty asked smiling at her.  "I could set it up for you, what do you
say?"  For the first time she lifted her head, turning her eyes
as high as his chest before dropping them back down to the floor.
 Nothing.

"What's your name, Baby?" he asked backing away as she began
hitting the sides of her head with her knuckles.  Glancing up to
his companions, he made a face, causing them to laugh.  They
remained silent for two more stops until she finally stopped
hitting herself.  Reaching out, he held her hands as she
struggled to pull it free.

"Relax, I ain't gunna hurt you.  I just don't want you to hit
yourself no more, okay?"  She stopped fighting and remained
staring downward as he pulled her hand from her lap.  "Our stop
is coming up pretty soon.  How `bout you and us get off and we'll
take you someplace for a nice train ride.  That sounds fun, don't
it?" he asked looking up to wink at his brother.

"Yea, a really long train ride," Jerome chortled, receiving
another jab from Marcus.

"Would you like that?" Ty asked pulling her long brown hair away
from her face, lifting her chin to look into her brown eyes.  She
fought his efforts, keeping her eyes trained to the seat in front
of them, not wanting to make eye contact with him.  "Would you
like to uh, do a train with us?  You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
She still refused to look directly at him but he didn't notice as
his eyes were focused on her tiny buds peeking out from the neck
line of her shirt.

"You're gunna come with us, okay?" he stated rhetorically. 
"Jerome, gimme your jacket.

"My jacket?   What the fuck for?"

"So our little honey here can wear it."

"It's my favorite jacket!"

"I know, just give it to me."

"Fool, give it to him," Marcus interjected.  "We can't walk outta
here with her dressed like that, she needs to cover up."

Jerome's expression changed as he unzipped the hooded jacket,
handing it to his brother.

"Here, Baby, put this on, okay?" he said trying to get her to
lean forward.  The next stop was the one they needed and he had
to hurry.  Struggling, his hand brushed her naked nipple, causing
her to jump again.  He smiled.  She'll be doing that a lot in a
little while.

As the bus came to a stop, Ty got up, pulling on the sleeve,
urging her to stand.  She resisted at first, but not knowing what
else to do soon slid to the isle and joined him.  The over-sized
jacket swallowed her, hanging almost to her knees as he tossed
the hood over her head, covering her face.

Jerome walked ahead of the, followed by Marcus, Jenny and then
Ty.  Unable to reach the panties, they quickly slid down her
slender legs before dropping to the floor.  Ty didn't notice as
he stepped on them, nudging the girl along.  The man who had the
altercation with Ty earlier noticed the sexy discarded panties
and reached for them, smiling at the man sitting across from him
saw.

"Where we gunna do this at?" Jerome asked as the bus pulled away.
 He's benefited many times from his brother's ability to get
girls and was looking for this one in particular.  Not only was
she white, which he liked, she was very young, probably the
youngest girl yet and seemed as dumb as a post.

"We'll take her to Lenny's," he said putting his arm around the
girl's shoulders.  Her head was below his arm pit by several
inches as he hugged her to his side.  He didn't want her trying
to run away but didn't want anyone watching to think she was
going with them against her will.

"Lenny's?  Why don't we just take her home.  Mom won't be home
from work for a few hours and we'll have some fun with her `til
then."

"Man, you know we can't do that!  What's wrong with you?  If moms
came home and caught us with a young white girl in *her* house,
she'd skin us alive!"

"Remember that 16-year-old slut we gang-banged at your house a
few months ago?" Marcus asked with a smile.

"Yea," Ty replied.  "Had a great time with her `til moms came
home and caught us.  I ain't seen her that mad for a long time. 
We tried telling `er the bitch wanted it and came with us on her
own, but she still beat us with her shoe and made us take her
home."

"Yea, I remember that.  I had a knot on my head for a week after
that."

"If she got that mad then, what you think she'll do if she saw
this one?  Lenny's the best choice, he only got one roommate and
he's cool with everything."

Turning the corner, they slipped unseen through the unlocked gate
leading to the three-story dilapidated complex, making their way
up the metal stairs to the top floor.  Knocking on Lenny's door,
they waited over a minute before some guy they didn't know
answered it.

"Yea?" he said opening the door only a few inches and staring at
them past the chain.

"Lenny here?"

"Who wants to know?"

"Tell him Ty, he knows me."  The door was shut and a couple of
minutes later, was reopened  until the chain pulled tightly
against the frame as his tall, skinny black friend greeted them
through the crack.

"Wassup, man?" he asked extending his fist through the small
opening in a friendly gesture.  Ty touched his knuckles with his
own, giving him a toothy smile.

"Ain't nutting at all, man." he said stepping closer.  "Is it
cool if we crash here for a while?  We got a little somethin'-
somethin' goin' down and need a place to make it happen.  You
in?"

"What's goin' on?"

"Can we come in?  I'll tell you all `bout it."  Looking back over
his shoulder, he turned back to them.

"It ain't really a good time right now.  Got somethin of my own
goin down, if you know what I mean."

"I think you gunna wanna hook up wid what we got," he said
grinning, looking down next to him.  For the first time Lenny saw
someone wearing an over-sized jacket standing hidden next to his
friend.  Checking over his shoulder once again, he whispered.

"It ain't a good time right now."

"We can come back later, maybe like half an hour or somthin'."

"Naw, that ain't gunna work neither.  I can't explain right now,
it's just not good now."

"You'll wanna piece of this," he said jerking the hood from the
heavily made up young girl staring downward.  His eyes widened as
he swallowed hard.

"Who is she?"

"Just a little slut we came across on the bus wanting to pull a
train.  You in or not?  We can head over to Jimmy's house, I'm
sure he wanna get some of dis," he added unzipping the front of
the jacket.  Lenny's eyes followed his hand movement as the silky
top came into view, as well as her puffy nipples.

"HOL~Y SHIT!" he exclaimed a little too loudly and turned to look
over his shoulder again.

"We're bangin' her, you in or not?" he asked throwing the hood
back over her in case someone saw her.

Gulping at the saliva which had been pooling in his mouth, he
unchained the door, swinging it wide.  Ty pushed the girl forward
and quickly followed.  He stopped just inside the doorway and
stared at all the commotion going on.

Jenny was confused listening to the men speaking about her
through the doorway and began to panic as they entered the
apartment.  Like a lamb led to slaughter, she was maneuvered
further inside.  She felt Ty bump into her back as she stopped.

"What's going on?" Ty asked looking around at everyone staring
back at him.  The kitchen table had three naked men sitting with
paper face masks mixing and dividing a large pile of white
powder, which could have only been cocaine with two men standing
next to the table watching them.

The man who first answered the door was sitting in Lenny's
favorite chair in front of the muted TV and two other men wearing
dark sunglasses were holding pistols, sitting on the couch.

"Everything's cool," Lenny called out to the group stoically
staring at the new comers.  "Don't worry `bout nothin', we're
gunna go to my room for a while," he said closing and triple
locking the door.

"Who the fuck are you?" the man in Lenny's chair asked with a
snarl.

"We're friends of Lenny's," Ty said.  "We didn't know this was
going on, we can leave if you want."

"Ain't no body goin' no place.  You  seen what here."  Ty,
Jerrome and Marcus looked at each other.

"Everything's cool, with us, really," Ty replied questioning his
decision to come here in the first place.

"You're Tyrome Jackson, right?" one of the armed men sitting on
the couch asked, looking over the top of his shades.

"Yea, that's me," he quickly responded thankful that someone
recognized him.  A major drug operation like this wouldn't
hesitate taking someone out to keep them quiet.

"Moby been lookin' fo' your ass.  You owe him some Benjamins and
I`m sure he gunna like that I found you," he said smiling.

MOBY?  Shit! This coke belongs to the biggest drug dealer in the
area and he just walked right into it.  "Yea, I, uh, am gunna pay
him, I, huh, just had some problems findin' the money right now,
but I'm gunna get it to him.  All of it."

"I know you will, and I'm gunna make sho that happens," he said
standing.  Moby made it a point to surround himself with the
biggest, meanest, most bad-assed motherfuckers he could find and
there was no doubt this guy would kill him just as soon as look
at him.

"Wait a minute," Ty said taking a step backward and running into
Marcus.  "I got something I know Moby will like.  We could take
it out in trade and maybe forget about what I owe him and maybe
pay me a little somethin-somethin."

The towering thug approached them, tucking his Glock into his
waistband.  Being 6 foot 2, Ty generally was taller than most
people around him, but this muscle for Moby dwarfed even him. 
The guy had to be at least a half a foot taller and out weighed
him by over 100 pounds.

"You ain't got nuttin' Moby want `cept his money," he said moving
within a few feet.

"He'll want this," he said pulling the hood from the girl.  She
stood motionless, staring downward as the much larger man stood
in front of her staring.

"Who's this?" he asked knowing Moby's propensity toward really
young white girls.

"My new ho, we came here to break `er in before I started pimpin'
`er out.  But Moby can do that, I mean if he'll forget about what
I owe him.  And of course, hook me up with something too."

"I don't know `bout that."  You owe him a G.  Not easy to forget
that."

"Hell, he'll make that up in a few days with this ho.  And you
know he likes `em young," Ty added with a smile.

The hulking man reached down, spreading the front of the jacket
to better see the girl.  Her budding nipples were still peeking
over the rim of the cami.  As he reached lower to further unzip
it, he noticed she was naked below the waist.

"You fucked `er already?" he asked staring at the union between
her legs for signs of use.

"Naw, man, she's fresh.  We was `bout to do that now.  I didn't
know you was here."

"What's yo name?" he bellowed out to the frightened girl.  She
cringed, backing away from the scary man and pushing against Ty.

"I axed you a question, bitch!" he growled, raising his voice.

"She don't talk," Ty said noticing she was squirming against him.

"I'll make `er talk," he said grabbing an exposed nipple and
squeezing.  She squeaked, but didn't speak.  He pull the bud,
stretching it an inch from her body, but still she didn't speak.
Twisting it make her cry out, and began slapping on his meaty
hand.

Grabbing her hair, he jerked her head backward, pointing her face
to the ceiling.  "Cunt, don't you ever hit me again, understand?"
he screamed just inches from her face.  Her eyes darted wildly
about, not wanting to look directly at him but not  having a
choice as he face drew closer.

"See, I told ja she didn't talk."

"We'll see `bout that," he said lifting her off of her feet, and
carrying her under his arm like a pig toward the back of the
apartment, her bare ass pointing forward.  The men she came with
all looked at each other knowing there was nothing they could do
to stop him.

"Hold up," the man in Lenny's chair called out rising.  "What you
think you're doin'?"

"Takin' this little ho into the back for some fun."

"It don't work that way, JJ, you know that," he said approaching
him.  Ty felt a little relief that this guy was stopping the
giant palooka from ripping her tight little hole open.  Someone
that size has to be well hung and he'd open her up too much for
him to enjoy.  If she survived.

"Com' mon Dre, I never get to go first.  Just once let me do `er
first."

"We got channels to follow," he said reaching for the girl.  "You
can go next."

Their eyes followed the pair as the man obviously in charge,
carried her over his shoulder to one of the bedrooms.  The big ox
wasn't happy about losing his chance to bust her open, but Ty
knew in this case, it was probably a good thing, for her anyway.

There was silence followed by sounds of struggles and yelling
from Dre.  A few slaps and grunts could be heard before it became
oddly quiet once again.

Ty was wrong.  She did speak.  Well, sort of.  The sounds she
made could only be described as the combination of a distressed
dolphin and an injured Chewbacca.  He was angry that he wasn't
the first to fuck her.  After all, he *DID* find her so he should
have been her first.  Even though Dre wasn't as big as JJ, once
that big-ass bull fucks her she won't be worth fucking.

"Lenny, what the fuck's goin' on?" he asked turning to his
friend.  "You should of told me this shit was goin' on!"

"I tried to but you wouldn't listen."  Another loud shriek echoed
down the hallway.

"Why they here?"

"One of Moby's houses got raided last week.  He needed another
place to cut his shit and stash it and like you, I owed him some
money so this is how I'm paying him.  Three or four guys work in
six hour shifts all day long.  They been here five days already
nonstop."

"Why the brothers naked?" Jerome asked.

"Keeps `em from trying to steal it.  If they don't got a place to
hide it, they can't take it."  A low, long murmur came from the
opened bedroom door.

"Damn, man, that should be me in there tapping that ass," Ty spat
out wanting to slam his fist into the wall.  He glanced to the
couch and the man still watching them over the top of his
sunglasses and then to the gorilla still standing near the
hallway.

"Well, if he doesn't kill her," he said motioning with his head
toward the bodyguard,  "We'll still get a chance to fuck her so
that should be cool, right?" Marcus said trying to make him feel
better.  He gave him a snarling expression before walking toward
the kitchen.

"Where you think you're goin?" JJ asked.

"Get a drink," Ty replied stopping where he was.

"Ain't gunna happen.  You don't go near the table," he said
motioning with his eyes toward the men weighing and bagging the
powder.  These guys were serious and had enough muscle and
manpower to enforce their will.

"You just keep yo ass right where you is and don't fuck with me
or I'll snap yo neck lika twig, you dig?" he said crossing his
beefy arms over his chest.  The two men exchanged stares for
several moments before Ty backed down.  Even if he landed a well
placed punch, this guy would beat him to a pulp.

A series of squeals followed my an eerie silence broke the
friction between the men as Ty glanced past his tormentor to the
man exiting the room smiling.  "Alright, big guy, she's all yours
now," he added straightening his shirt.

Smiling, JJ turned while unzipping his pants.  Moments later the
noise the girl first started making continued, only louder and
one distinct word could be heard, `MOMMIE'!

Angry, Ty returned to the doorway where his brother and friends
were waiting.  "Man, this shit is fucked up!" he blurted out.

"Ty, keep you're voice down," Lenny warned.  "They're not playing
around here.  You piss them off and they'll do something," he
said noticing the two guards behind the table, the sunglass guy
and Dre all looking in their direction.  Even the three men at
the table turned briefly to them before resuming work.

"That's *MY* whore in there, not their's!"

"You gotta problem?" Dre asked lifting the side of his jacket to
show Ty his piece.

"Naw, man, no problem," he mumbled.  "Ain't no fuckin' problem."

"I didn't think so."

"Damn that bitch is tight!" JJ called out exiting the room with
sweat pouring from his face.  "I'm talkin' tight as hell, but you
should of told me she was on the rag.  The bitch got blood all
over my dick!" he added tucking his shirt into his oversized
pants.

"She's not on her period, stupid, she was a virgin and bitches
bleed when you first fuck `em," Dre said hearing the soft moans
and sobs echoed slightly down the short hall.

"Whatever," JJ said walking to the couch to give the sunglass man
a high-five before collapsing next to him.  "You're turn, man."

The friends watched as sunglasses got up, heading into the room
with the girl.  Ty sucked in a loud gasp of air, clutching his
fists.  Jerome knew his brother well enough to be afraid he'd do
something stupid and get them all killed.  "Relax, man, it's all
cool.  Don't lose it, aiight?" he said noticing the muscles in
his jaw flinching.

Moments later a loud child's shriek resonated down the hall way
as a rhythmic pace was the only sounds coming down the hallway. 
"Let's go, aiight?" Jerome said pulling on his brother's sleeve.
"Let's get the fuck outta here."  Pulling his arm free, Ty glared
angrily at him.

By the time sunglasses was finished, the room was silent and they
wondered if she was still alive.  Still wearing the dark glasses,
he emerged from the room with his same cold expression and sat
next to JJ.

Without being prompted, one of the guards from the table left,
heading toward the bedroom and Marcus grabbed Ty's shoulder
seeing him taking a step.  "Ty, it ain't worth it, just be cool,"
he whispered.

Twenty minutes later the last guard was in the room gasping and
grunting when a knock at the door made Lenny jump.  His eyes
widened glancing toward Dre.  "It's cool," he said standing. 
"Its 3 o'clock, time for the next crew," he added moving in their
direction.  Three of the men moved aside but Ty stood his ground,
trying to stare down his nemesis.

"Nigga, you best step aside," Dre said following another knock at
the door.  Slowly he moved a little, making room very little room
for the equal-sized man to pass.  Checking the peep hole, he
unlocked the door, letting the three new men in.

Rather he was finished with the girl or the knocking at the door
brought him out, the last guard to fuck the girl quickly rushed
from the room panting, pulling up his pants as he entered.

"Strip," Dre ordered the new comers and relocked the door while
they undressed.  Ty was growing visibly angry wanting to take his
whore out of there to have a chance to fuck her before she was
too sloppy and worn out.  Five men already have fucked her and
she belongs to him.

"I wanna take my girl now," Ty said grabbing Dre's jacket.

"Nigga, you best take yo hands off me or you won't get it back."

"You had you fun with her and you know we ain't gunna tell no
body `bout this place, so lemme take her and go."  Snarling at
Ty, he brushed past him, bumping shoulders.

"Alright, you're done for today," Dre called out walking past the
new men.  "Be here tomorrow at 9 am, and don't be late," he
added.  The recently undressed men stood nearby waiting for the
seats to be vacated.

Ty couldn't help but notice all three men had ragging hard-ons, a
side effect of handling large amounts of cocaine, even with masks
on.  Breathing the vapors and dust for the past six hours
stimulated their systems just as doing lines directly.

Turning to look at Ty, Dre smiled.  "My brothas, you in luck
today `cause I got a little bonus for you for workin' so, uh,
hard," he said grinning.  "Go get some that pussy," he added
watching for a reaction from Ty.  He wasn't disappointed and
smiled as the three men made their way into the bedroom.

"Com'on man, let's go," Marcus said pulling on Ty's shirt. 
"Forget `bout her.  She ain't worth it.  Let's just leave,
aiight?"

"I ain't goin' no wheres.  She's my whore and they ain't gunna
take `er from me like I'm a punk.  When I'm done wid `er I'll
sell `er to Moby, but I ain't gunna give `er to him and they
ain't gunna take her."

Renewed sounds of squeals and cries from the bedroom returned
shortly after the men went entered and Ty began to grind his
teeth.  "Let's get outta here, man, com' on," he repeated pulling
his friend's arm.

"You wanna go, then go.  I ain't leaving wid out my ho."

"Ty, you're being stupid.  You know they don't play."

"I don't play neither.  Go if you wanna," he repeated looking at
his brother.  "You can go too."

"It's aiight, I ain't gunna go no where.  I'm stickin' wid you."

"Well I'm outta here, man.  I don't need none of dis shit just
for some pussy."   The brothers looked at their friend as he took
a few steps into the living room.  "Dre, is it cool if I take
off?  You don't gotta worry `bout me, I'm cool."

Turning away from the silent television, he waved his fingers
before returning his attention to the screen.  "Take your friends
wid you," he said.

"But Dre," JJ called out.  "Moby got a $500 reward for this nigga
and I want that money."

"You'll get your money.  I'll take this little bitch to him and
sell her ass to him and we'll both make some quick cash."

"SHE'S MINE!" Ty yelled out after hearing his plan.

Turning back to the four men standing at the doorway he stood. 
"Nigga I'm tired of hearing your mouth.  Either shut the fuck up
or I'll shut it for you, got it?" he stated moving closer.  JJ
and sunglasses stood, walking closer.

"I'm outta here," Marcus said reaching for the locks.

"I changed my mind," Dre said reaching past Jerome to grab
Marcus.  "I want you to stay for the party."

"Wha... what party?" he asked nervously.

"You'll see," he said turning to the guards at the table.  "Bring
that extra chair over here," he ordered moving away from the
door.  "JJ, come with me," he added heading for the bedroom.  He
returned moments later alone.  "Bring that loud-mouth nigga over
here," he said pointing to Ty.

Sunglasses shoved him forward, getting a snarling expression for
his efforts.  "Sit," Dre ordered him, watching as he jerked away
from sunglasses.

"What for?"

"`Cause I told you to."  Defiantly he sat, crossing his arms in
front as JJ emerged from the bedroom carrying the bloodied
mattress from the bed.  One of the naked men was carrying the
lifeless girl in his arms right behind him followed by the other
two men. "Right here," he pointed to the middle of the living
room.  "Keep this motha fucka right here and if he moves, shot
`em in the head," Dre added turning the recliner he had been
sitting in around to face the room.

Turning the mattress blood-side down, JJ dropped it onto the
floor where he had been instructed and moved aside for the man
holding the girl to lay her down.  She was unresponsive but still
breathing, making garbled noises.

The area surrounding her pussy was red from blood, swollen and
leaking a pinkish gel.  She had scratches, red blotches and the
beginning of bruises across her body.  Ty felt his face heat up
from anger.  They've ruined her.

"Who was fuckin' `er," Dre asked sitting in the seat.  The
stockiest of the three raised his hand, not taking his eyes from
the girl.  "Well then keep goin'," he added with a smile. 
Dropping to the mattress, he moved between her parted legs, lined
his hard cock to her hole and fell forward, impaling her once
again.

She squeaked softly but didn't move much as he began thrusting
back and forth on top of her.  A second man lay on his side next
to her face before pushing his cock against her lips.  Her mouth
slightly parted as he forced in the spongy head.

The coked-up man on top began slamming her hard, pounding against
her with all of his might as she once again cried out, muffled by
the cock sawing in and out of her mouth.  "You," Dre, called out
pointing to the third man standing above them watching while
slowly stroking his cock.  "Let `er jerk you off, put `er to
work."

Dropping to his knees, he reached for her limp arm, pulling it
closer to him and wrapping her floppy fingers around his shaft. 
Her hand fell to the mattress as he released it and repeated the
act, holding her hand with his.

"Get to work!" he yelled out noticing the three new comers were
watching the action on the mattress and not doing their job. 
"You'll get yours after your shift," he added.

Ty couldn't watch, wouldn't watch, as the three men took turns
fucking her, rotating between her pussy, mouth and hands as if
she was a carnival ride.  It took over an hour before all three
men were able to cum, depositing another load into her
overflowing hole.  She had stopped moving long before the first
man came.

"What do you think of the whore now?" Dre asked staring at Ty. 
He could only return the hatred expression, flashing his infamous
snarl.  Smirking at his anger, Dre turned to the three men still
huddled together at the doorway.  "You're next."

Looking down at the badly abused young girl, Marcus spoke up
first.  "Naw, man, that's cool.  I'll pass on that shit fo' now."

"I wasn't asking," Dre warned, giving the men a scowl.  "You
wanna go, you gotta fuck the ho first, otherwise, you're staying
here `til Moby decides what to do wid you."

Marcus stared at the small body sprawled out on the tattered
mattress leaking a rosy mucous from her torn and bloodied slit
before looking at  his friend.  "No disrespect, man," he said
with a forced grin.  "I just wanna get the fuck outta here."

Ty watched as his best friend for the past few years approach
moaning young girl on the malodorous mattress before unzipping
his pants.  Without looking back, he pulled his jeans below his
hips and dropped between her legs.  Ty shot a menacing glare at
Dre, feeling his blood boil at the smug expression on his face.

The squeal from the girl as he entered her returned his attention
back to the mattress.  "What `bout you, Lenny, don't you want a
piece of that tight shit?" Dre asked lacing his fingers together
across his chest.  "I know you don't want no problems in your
crib, right?"

Swallowing hard, he couldn't bear to look at Ty as he unbuttoned
his pants, heading toward the girl on the mattress.  Kneeling at
her head, Marcus shifted his body, allowing Lenny access to her
face.

"Why don't you use her hands," Dre suggested to Tyrome with a
smile.  "She'll keep you hard `til one of her other holes opens
up."

"Looks to me like one them holes opened up already," JJ said with
a snicker, hearing a muzzled chuckle from sunglasses.

Looking at his brother, Jerome knew what his reaction would be
and didn't want to have to deal with him later.  "Naw, man,
that's cool.  I'm aiight."

"Whateva, man, don't sweat it."

Ty and the others watched as Marcus and Lenny fucked the girl,
changing positions a few times before adding their contributions
to the swampy cesspool that had once been the core of her
childhood innocents.

She remained unmoving, lying quiet and docile as they moved away
from her spent.  Ty couldn't stand to look at the two men he once
considered friends and felt a little better that his brother
hadn't betrayed him like they had.

"Okay, Ty, you can have her now," Dre said reaching for his
ringing cell phone.

Tyrome stared at his startled that he would allow him to just
walk out with her but wasn't going to wait for him to repeat it.
Rising from the seat, he reached down to get the battered mass of
flesh he had expected to break in himself.  Lifting her from the
mattress, she opened her eyes.

"I... want... t...t...ta...to go...go...go home," she stuttered.

"I'll be damned," JJ called out hearing her soft voice.  "I told
you I'd make her talk!" he boasted.

"What the fuck you think you're doin', nigga?" Dre called out
hanging up his cell.  "Put da bitch down!"

"You told me I could take her."

"What I said was you can have her now.  That means you can fuck
`er.  Now that everyone done fucked her, it's your turn."

"I just wanna take her outta here, okay?"

"No, it ain't okay.  Put the whore down and either fuck `er or
sit back down."  He watched as JJ and sunglassses stood up,
taking a few steps toward him.  Laying her down, he backed away.
"You gunna fuck `er?"

Ty shook his head.  "No."  He didn't want her like this and
especially with her so messy.

"Alright then, anyone wanna fuck `er again?" he announced
standing up.  "I gotta do some shit for Moby so I'll be gone for
`bout twenty minutes.  No body goes no where `til I get back,
dig?" he said walking away.

JJ and sunglasses both moved to the girl, with JJ dropping his
pants around his ankles before kneeling between her parted legs.
Ty's face flushed seeing the club-sized cock swinging between the
ox's legs, pointed at the girl who's name he didn't even know.

The shrilling cry as he entered her was quickly muffled by
sunglasses shoving his cock to the back of her throat.  "Moby
gunna love this ho," sunglasses stated.

"I know that's true," JJ replied forcing more of his bloated cock
into her.

"He'll probably wear this cunt out like he did with that pregnant
slut he had a few months back."

Grunting, JJ picked up his pace.  "Yea, I loved that slut.  I
musta drank a gallon of milk from those tits before he got rid of
her."

"What he did wid `er?"

"Sold her to the cartel down in TJ," he said thrusting his thighs
hard against her slack form and remaining still on top of her. 
"They gotta whorehouse they keep their bitches knocked up."

"For real?"

"Yea, she's probably knocked up again by now, it's been four
months."

"Why they want pregnant whores for?  You think they want them
skinny and pretty."

"They want them babies, that's why."

"For what?  They sell them or somthin'?"

"Naw, man, it's for the other whorehouse they got.  It's for
them."

"For who?"

"The babies.  They work them in a special whorehouse."

"Man, what can you do with a baby?"

"They got them sucking cock.  All day long."

"For real?  That's fucked up."

"Yea, maybe, but Moby told me he gunna let me go with him next
time he goes to TJ and let me see what they do.  He says them
babies can suck a mean cock."

"I dunno, man, a baby?  I mean this bitch here is young enough,
but a baby?  That's fucked up."

"I'll let you know when I get back.  He's `posed to go next month
and I'm gunna remind him what he told me," he added resuming his
strokes.

"Maybe you can ask for, uh, what was that whore's name again?"

"You mean Mandy?"

"Yea, maybe you can ask for her baby, that would be really fucked
up, wouldn't it?"  Both men laughed before returning to their
tasks at hand.

Tyrome heard the conversation and clenched his fists.  Moby had a
reputation of getting young girls, preferably white, pimping the
shit out of them and selling them off to the highest bidder.  The
really young and pretty ones go for a premium and he had fucked
the pregnant whore they were talking about a few times while he
had her.

It was a shame he got rid of that one because she was pretty and
there was something about the look in her eyes that appealed to
him.  If he had the money he would have bought her but a whore
like that can cost several thousands of dollars.

The sloppy slapping sounds snapped him from his thoughts as he
turned his attention back to the two men pounding away at the
small girl totally hidden under their larger forms.  She won't
last very long with Moby.  She'll be drugged up, used up and sold
off within a few months.

He turned to his brother staring at the orgy on the floor.  He
was right.  It's not worth it, besides, after they're finished
with her, there won't be much left of her to enjoy.  JJ grunted
loudly, welding his bulky body to the mattress before rolling
over, sweating and panting.

"Turn over, bitch," sunglasses said pulling her onto her stomach.
 "I want that ass."  She became reanimated as he pushed his cock
against her rosebud.  Like a wild banshee, her high pitched
scream caused everyone to turn and stare as he forced the cock
head beyond her cheeks.

The rattling of the door broke JJ's attention as he moved to see
who was at the door, pulling his pants up as he walked.  The door
opened and Dre stepped in, much to his relief.

"Shut that bitch up!" he yelled closing the door.  "I can hear
her down the hall!"  Her sobs and grunts slowly waned as
sunglasses began moving erratically back and forth.  She was too
weak to move and only lay quietly as he applied more pressure to
get more inside.  Her long hair covered her face, blocking his
view to what she might be going through.

Turning to his brother, he jerked his head toward the door.  "You
ready to split?" he asked.  Jerome was wondering if they were
going to stay around long enough to fuck her, but knew he'd do
whatever Ty wanted.  He shook his head.

"You gunna tell Moby I brought `er, right?" he asked Dre.  The
gloating thug glanced toward him.

"I'll tell him you brought her to me so he'll forgive what you
owe him.  I'm gunna tell him you brung her to me like this, so
you best not be saying nothing, understand?"  Ty nodded.

"Can I get some cash for her?  I mean, she is young and he'll
make a lot from her."

"Naw, man, just take off and be glad I'm lettin' you leave, got
it?"

Ty looked at the girl being sodomized before turning to his
brother.  "Let's go," he said slapping his arm.  Just then the
loud moans from sunglasses told them he was reaching his climax
and they watched until he stopped moving.

"How was that asshole?" Dre asked smiling.

"That shit is tight!" he said pulling away from her.

"Good, `cause I'm gunna try it out next," he replied unzipping
his pants.

"Come on," Ty said grabbing Jerome's jacket.  "Momma's gunna have
dinner ready soon and I'm hungry."

Stealing one last look, he turned and followed his brother to the
door.  "You comin'?" he asked Marcus who was now watching from
the chair vacated by Ty.

"We'll hook up later.  I'm gunna hang here for a while," he said
with a smile.

Closing the door behind them they made their way outside.

"What you think gunna happen to her?" Jerome asked catching up to
his brother's quick pace.

"Same thing that always happens to Moby's whores.  She's gunna
see a lotta dick."

"You think maybe we can go check `er out one day before he sells
`er?"

"Naw, man, I think I'm gunna look for my own whore and I ain't
sharing her with no body `til I'm ready."

"You gunna share with me, right?"

Turning to see him he smiled.  "You're my twin, man, we share
everything, remember?"

Jerome smiled watching as the bus neared their stop.  "Blood is
thicker than water, that's for sure," he said boarding the bus
first to pay.  Walking down the isle he stopped, feeling the bump
against his back from Ty.

"Man what you stoppin' for?" he asked giving his brother a nudge.

"Ty, check it out," he said directing his stare toward the young
Asian girl sitting alone, staring out the window.  "What you
think?"

Ty smiled, brushing past Jerome to sit with the slender young
girl wearing a skirt and blouse.  She was older than the last
girl, but not by much.

"Hi, I'm Ty," he said extending his hand.

~ the end

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