- CHAPTER FIVE - Conspirators make strange bedfellows - or, 

		 The death of a Lady

			BY POC



	Cynthia brought Sandy home with her. It didn't take a whole 

lot of convincing, Sandy was a mess both mentally as well as physically 

and would have done just about anything if Cynthia had suggested it.

	

	They had the place to themselves for the next two hours with

Cynthia's mother not due home from work until at least seven that

evening. 



	Immediately after both young woman were safely inside the 

house the first thing Sandy asked was. "Cindy..... You got any blow? 

Man, I sure do need a snort right now."



	Cynthia almost laughed with frustration over her new found 

friend's question. "Yeah, me too Sandy," She answered shaking her 

head. "but,  I'll tell you, after experiencing what we did tonight, 

somehow we've just got to pull together and kick the habit, no matter 

how hard it is... we have too. You don't  want him to do that again do 

you?"



	"No... but" Sandy started to argue.



	"No buts Sandy." Cynthia cut her words off. "You just think

about what happened tonight. You've.... We've got to pull Eric's 

hook's out of us. God only knows what horrible things he will devise 

for us to satisfy his cravings. I tell you Sandy after seeing what he's 

capable of, I wouldn't put it past him to even use us as prostitutes. No. 

It has to end here and now. Come on, I'll run you a bath. You'll feel a 

lot better after soaking in a hot tub."



	As they made their way up the stairs Sandy's voice became

weak and sounded frail when she said. "I'm not sure I can kick, but

no matter what happens....... thank you for tonight. If you hadn't

been there...... I know I would have killed myself....." She stopped

in mid-stride, covered her face in her hands and began to cry

uncontrollably.



	Cynthia turned and stepped down then took Sandy into her 

arms, holding and comforting her. "Let it out Sandy. Let it all out.

You've got to be strong. I'm going to need your strength as much

as you need mine. Together we can beat this thing. I know we 

can. I just know it!" but, she wasn't as sure as she sounded.



	"Oh God!" Sandy cried on Cynthia's shoulder. "It's... It's...

...just so horrible... You know... what he made me do.... what  I did....

I can't live with it.... I can't..... I can't....."



	"Come on up stairs. We'll talk about it after you're in the

bath. Come on honey, we'll make it better.. I promise." Cynthia guided

her along to the bathroom, "I just know you'll feel better after taking a 

hot bath," Cynthia said and she went into the bathroom and started 

running water into the tub.



	Sandy noticed the bathroom was huge and the bath looked 

wonderful--it was a very large rectangular tub. Cynthia had prepared it 

with bubble-bath, and she quickly undressed wishing to drench her

body into the hot water as quickly as possible.



  	Cynthia held Sandy's hand and helped her step in.



	Sandy immediately felt better, she needed this.  She felt 

completely worn out from what had happened. The bath didn't erase 

the pain but it helped ease the tension.



	Sandy just sat in the water, closed her eyes and relaxed. She 

was momentarily startled when Cynthia started doing her hair. 

Glancing sideways she saw Cynthia was behind her removing the bow 

and pins allowing her hair to fall onto her shoulders.



	"You've got beautiful hair Sandy," Cynthia told the girl as 

she used the water wand to wet down Sandy's hair, then applied 

shampoo washing away Henry's cum.



	"Thanks Cindy," Sandy replied, "you were right, this bath 

does feels wonderful."



	Sandy looked up at her friend. She thought Cynthia looked 

beautiful. She was wearing a designer skirt and blouse that couldn't 

have looked better on a runway model and her body was great.



	"You could be a model." Sandy finally said.



	"Don't be silly," Cynthia laughed, "but then again....." 

Cynthia let her words trail off chuckling lightly.



	"I mean it. You really could." Sandy insisted.

 

	"No talking now.  Relax."  Cynthia said continuing to run her 

fingers through Sandy hair. She worked slowly and was very gentle.



	"Why are you being so nice to me?" Sandy asked, thinking if 

their rolls had been reversed she might have felt differently toward 

Cynthia and was consciously guilty about having such feelings. 



	"I said 'relax'."  Cynthia finished her hair and knelt next to 

Sandy. Picking up a washcloth she gently swabbed over the girls face.

Cynthia was very careful and made Sandy feel comfortable. "You 

have lovely skin, so clear and soft. You should be proud of your 

body." Cynthia finally said as she started washing Sandy's 

shoulders. 



	Sandy was enjoying the delicate attention Cynthia was 

lavishing on her and it suddenly occurred to her that perhaps Cynthia 

wished more that just friendship out of their relationship. Sandy had 

never made it with another woman, not ever even having thoughts of 

another woman sexually, but if that's what Cynthia wanted she would 

be more than happy to oblige. She loved Cynthia, not in a sexual sense, 

but loved her none the less. "You know this is a really big tub, your 

welcome to join me in here if you want Cindy." Sandy finally said 

looking up into her friends eyes.



	Cynthia got a puzzled look on her face then a smile crossed 

her lips and she laughed. "Oh... you think I....  " She chuckled, "you 

think I was seducing you.... " Cynthia bent down and kissed Sandy on

the cheek, "and you were willing to give yourself to me. You sweet 

thing. No honey. I was just letting you know it could have just as easily

been me tonight as you, and together we're much stronger than we are

alone. We're going to end this thing and get our lives back. I promise."



	Sandy bit down on her lower lip and felt her face become flush 

with embarrassment.



	Cynthia sensed Sandy's uneasiness and smiled, "Don't feel 

bad, I'm flattered. Now come on. Let's get something to eat." Cynthia 

stood up and held out a huge towel.



	Sandy stepped out of the tub and dried herself then wrapped the

soft towel around her body.



	Cynthia readied a hair-dryer and used it on Sandy's hair. She 

didn't say a word until she was done then she said, "There, now your

all ready for the ball."



	Sandy dressed then both young women went down to the 

kitchen.



	Cynthia busied herself fixing two plates of cold fried chicken 

and potato salad then put them on the table. She indicated that Sandy 

should sit down while she poured two tall glasses of milk then she sat 

down herself across from her friend.



	Sandy found she was definitely hungry and eat with 

enthusiasm.



	The young women had been so preoccupied with washing the

soil from their minds and body's they hadn't even thought about the 

White Lady, now having finished eating both girls felt the compulsion 

to get a fix with an almost overwhelming need.

	 

	"God I need a hit!" Sandy told Cynthia biting down on her 

index finger nervously.



	"Me to," Cynthia replied, "but we've got to stay strong." 

  

	Cynthia reached across the table and took Sandy's hand and 

squeezed it. "Just so you know," she said, "I gave my virginity to 

Eric for drugs....." she paused and closed her eyes then continued,  

"and..... I let him ejaculate in my mouth...." Tears formed in her eyes, 

she opened them and looked directly into Sandy's, "your not the

only one to sell your mind and body to the White bitch. We've got to 

hang tough!"



 	Sandy nodded halfheartedly in agreement as she pulled a 

fake leather cigarette case from her purse, effortlessly snapped it open 

with one hand, and grabbed a long thin Virginia Slims light with the 

other. "Want a drag of this? It helps a little," she asked, already lighting 

the cigarette with her stainless steel Zippo, and inhaling deeply.



	Cynthia watched Sandy as she leaned back and blew out 

circles of white smoke through her thin, cerise lips.



	"You're quite talented," Cynthia said jokingly.



	"Yeah, you should see me suck a nine inch black cock 

down my throat... like some common whore" Sandy responded, 

somewhat naughtily then broke down into a fit of tears.



	"Hey! Knock it off." Cynthia scolded Sandy as she got up 

and walked over putting her arm around the crying girl hugging her,

"It wasn't your fault. Don't blame yourself. It'll be okay."  



	"Eric had done some terrible...things to me before...you 

know....he even made me give him....sex in my rear before....but....

Oh God.....Cindy.....it had gotten to where he would just come up 

and tell me he wanted some....ass... or some head...and...and I'd just

do it. No matter where we were. We'd sneak off to a bathroom... or

some alley and I'd do him....." Sandy explained, speaking in spurts as 

she took time out to blow more circles of cigarette smoke and trying

to control her crying. She got up and angrily cast some ashes into the 

kitchen sink behind her.



	"I know... I know..," Cynthia tried to comfort her, "I told you 

he made me....."



	"You don't know!" Sandy cut her words off as she flicked 

another ash into the sink. "You don't know what it's like being in 

school and have him come to your locker and whisper, I need you to

suck my cock now, then have to follow him into the boys bathroom 

and sit down on a toilet so he can come in your mouth, while other 

students are pissing in the urinals just outside the stall."



	Cynthia walked over to where Sandy was standing and took 

the cigarette from her. She inhaled deeply and watched the smoke rise

up toward the ceiling before saying, "Now your feeling sorry for 

yourself. This bed we're in we made ourselves. Self pity isn't going to 

cut it. You've got to make up your mind to either keep blowing him in 

the bathroom, or end it once and for all. I don't think there's any 

in-between..... at least for me I know there isn't." she remarked 

casually knowing Sandy was on the point of hysteria.before taking 

another drag on the cigarette 



	"Okay," Sandy said taking the cigarette from Cynthia and 

puffing on it, "I'm sorry... I just felt so... so dirty. You know."



	"Yeah. I know." Cynthia said smiling and placed her arm 

around Sandy. "If anybody knows, I know."



	The cigarette smoke was quickly filling the kitchen and 

Cynthia knew her mother would have a cow if she caught the girls 

smoking , so she opened the window and back door allowing the 

evening breeze to flow through the room. "Mom will kill me if she 

catches us smoking." she told Sandy,  "Come on, let's go outside." 



	Once the girls were outside they each lit up a fresh Virginia

slims and Sandy finally asked, "So Cindy, what's the game plan? Any 

ideas on what we should do?"



	"Yeah," Cynthia answered blowing out smoke. "Number one,

we stick together until we're clean, number two, Eric has a lot of 

compromising photographs of the both of us, we get those back, and 

number three, I'm going to talk to Chewy Santo's Ramerez."



	"Chewy!" Sandy said with alarm. "He's the leader of that 

Mexican gang  down by third and Amboy streets. Why in God's

name would you want to see him?" 



	"Because Chewy will see to it that Eric is the one who's 

getting butt fucked next time." she remarked casually, watching a ring 

of smoke rise up toward the night sky.





END_CHAPTER FIVE



- CHAPTER SIX - A hole in the wall......

			BY POC





	Three weeks after Sandy's degrading experience with Eric 

and Henry, Cynthia stepped out from the back seat of a midnight blue 

Mercedes sedan and walked up to the Hispanic man in his early 

twenties. His khakis were well creased and his long sleeved plaid shirt 

had only the extreme upper most button fastened leaving the rest of the 

shirt to hang open over an exposed clean white tee-shirt.



	"Bienvenidos, se�orita," he called out in a surreal voice.

"Me llamo Jorge."



	"Buenas dias, Jorge," Cynthia responded tentatively, shaking 

his hand. "Me llamo, Cynthia." She noticed he had the initials VMH 

tattooed on the side of his neck, and another tattoo of 5.1 on the skin

between his thumb and forefinger. "I thought you were called Chewy."



	Jorge laughed patronizingly, "Yo se, yo se," he repeated, 

"that's my street name. Ju can call me Jorge." and he motioned her to 

walk with him to a coffee shop located just across the far side of a 

vacant lot from them.



	Cynthia and Jorge walked across an expanse of packed dirt 

and grass which was used as an inter-city ballpark by neighborhood 

children with-in this particular Barrio. This part of town, in the 

inner-city was typical of the living vestige of the American caste system, 

full of the meaningless old age social and class distinctions viewed by 

the middle class and well-heeled as the poor and trashy misfortunate's 

and generally considered best forgotten.



	Cynthia felt uncomfortable in this part of town. She had grown 

up and attended school in the mid to upper class suburbs all her life

surrounded by primarily white classmates and neighbors. Diverse 

Ethnic poor cultures had not been a part of her normal upbringing and 

she was a little frightened at just being here not to mention what being

around a gang banger did for her self-confidence.



	She had sent word out to Chewy Santo's Ramerez , now going

by the name of Jorge, yesterday afternoon telling him she had some 

information she knew he would be interested in hearing. She had sent 

that message earlier than she had originally planned because Eric had 

forced her hand by telling both her and Sandy that he expected them to 

make themselves available for a 'special' party the following Saturday 

night. 



	Cynthia could just imagine what kind of special party Eric had 

in mind for the girls and she didn't want any part of it, making her feel 

compelled to put her plan of using Chewy Santo's Ramerez to afflict 

some retaliation on Eric into action a little before she was ready.



	Jorge "Chewy" Santo's Ramerez was a long time street punk, 

and leader of the street gang know as "Los vato muerto hombres," one

of the more feared gangs in south central.



	Cynthia's plan was simple. Chewy and his gang were well 

known as thugs, thieves, gang bangers and drug traffic'ers. She knew 

the "Los vato muerto hombres," ran mostly rock cocaine or tar heroin, 

and only occasionally dealt in powder, but she also knew Chewy

would not tolerate anyone distributing inside his 'turf'. For the last three 

weeks her and Sandy with the help of Sandy's boyfriend David 

Woodard had been re-distributing all the powder they purchased from 

Eric into Chewy's "Los vato muerto hombres," Barrio at extremely 

favorable prices. 



	After Chewy left word where and when he would meet with 

her, Sandy's boyfriend David, borrowed his mothers latest lover's

midnight blue Mercedes sedan out of the garage in order to hopefully

impress Chewy with Cynthia's affluence.



	Jorge led Cynthia up the steps to the almost empty dinner and 

sat her down at one of the booth's along the outside wall, then he sat 

down across from her. Cynthia noticed every booth displayed ripped 

plastic seat covers and backs as well as worn out seat springs. Paint 

was peeling off the walls and the counter tops looked as if they'd been 

there since the second world war. 



	Jorge called out to someone in back, "Hola Meeco, como a 

punto de dos cervesa's ac�." then he turned back to Cynthia and said, 

"Ju know, vhen ju called I didn't expect a fine 'chica' as ju to show

up."



	The way he looked at her frightened Cynthia. It seemed to her, 

his look was similar to that of a hungry lion appraising a fresh piece of 

meat, and she wished she had considered dressing in something a little 

less enticing then the thin, translucent dress that revealed her nipples, 

and hugged her body so tightly that she had selected.  



	She had almost decided getting back at Eric might not be 

worth the fright she was feeling when a waiter wearing a dirty white 

apron approached and set down two bottles of Tecata beers.



	"Estupido sacudido! Geet de voman a glass!" Chewy yelled

at the waiter.



	"No. That's fine. I don't mind drinking out of the bottle. 

Thank you anyway." Cynthia meekly answered.



	"Pendejo!" Chewy waved his arm excusing the waiter.



 	Cynthia felt a cool breeze on the back of her neck from a 

large dirty ceiling fan circulating the air above, and she knew she must

be perspiring with fear. She took a lingering sip of the beer in order to

hide her discomfort.



	"So," Chewy said taking a long pull at his beer then looking 

over the rim at Cynthia, "So, Vhat ju got to tell Jorge?"



	"Oh yes, " Cynthia said a little to loudly, "Aaa.... I just felt 

you should be aware that Eric Young has been selling..... well, drugs 

in your neighborhood. I just thought you should know, that's all."



	Chewy just smirked. He got up then sat down next to Cynthia.

"Hmm...I see...," he casually responded, as he leaned in to Cynthia and 

placed his hand on her thigh, then brazenly moved it up precariously 

close to her mound. "So, ju are either a Nark, or ju want Jorge to do 

bad things to this Eric Joung, eh."



	"I'm not a Nark," Cynthia interjected loudly. She caught

herself and added in an angry whisper, "I... I just thought you'd like

to know.... that's all!" She pushed Chewy's hand away and slid 

closer to the windowed wall separating herself from him.



	"Then I guess ju just care about poor Jorge then," Jorge 

responded, smirking, "That's nice. A purtty girl like ju caring about

Jorge."



	"No. It isn't that. I just thought you should know. Now that 

I've told you, I'll just leave." She had become really frightened but she 

slid her body into his hoping he'd get up so she could slide out of the 

booth.



	Jorge didn't budge. Instead he wrapped his arm around her 

body and took her left breast into his hand. "Ju got nice tits, ju know 

that?"



	Cynthia's eyes welled up, followed by a flood of tears. She did

nothing to make them stop but just turned looked pleadingly at Chewy.

 	 

	Chewy just smiled and started squeezing the breast in his hand,

then Cynthia heard the distinctive "Snick" of a switch blade being 

opened and she felt the knife tip pressing up against her stomach. 

"Jorge don't like peoples fucking vith hem. Are ju fucking vith 

Jorge, Chica? Maybe Jorge just cut out jour liver right now. Eh?"



	Streams of sweat began pouring down the insides of her arms, 

her heart pounded furiously, and she could barely breathe. She kept 

looking around in panic for a way out.

	

	"What.... what do you want?" Cynthia questioned with a 

resigned frightened expression.



	Jorge smiled sinisterly. He knew exactly how scared she was.

 

	"I vant to help ju, Mijo," Chewy responded with a mock air of

sincerity, "but ju've got to help Jorge first....eh. Ju see, Jorge has got 

dis grande pain in his huevos.... and only a little mujer can fix it for 

heem, ju know?"



	"I....I don't understand...." Cynthia said almost in a hysteria.



	Cynthia felt the hand holding the knife slide up under her 

dress and squeeze her mound through the material of her underpants.

"Dis Chica. Jorge need's a little of jor pussy to stop the pain in his

huevos."



	"Please.....I... I just wanted to help... don't... please.." Cynthia

pleaded with him but she felt his hand slip under the elastic of her 

panties. The cold steel of the knife slid up and down over her pubic 

hairs as he felt along her crack.



	"Tell Jorge ju vell let him fuck you so his balls vell stop 

hurting.... Come on, tell him or Jorge vell fuck ju with dis knife 

right now! Ju tell him he can have some of dis fine mujer!"



	She was so frightened by the thought of him pushing the knife 

blade up into her she sobbed, "Okay....anything...just don't...." 



	"Jur so nice to Jorge. Come on!" He demanded pulling his 

hand out from under her dress and taking her wrist. She could feel the 

open knife blade in her palm.



	He stood up and pulled her out of the booth almost dragging 

her toward the bathroom. 



	Cynthia forced herself to remain calm and attempted to push 

the thoughts of what was happening from her mind, but it became 

much more difficult for her to remain passive the closer they got to the 

bathroom.



	Once they were in the bathroom he lifted her face forcing his 

mouth roughly down over her lips. His hands raced over her body, 

squeezing, fondling, stroking. His tongue flicked over her teeth, and 

both his hands came down to her buttocks, squeezing and kneading 

through the fabric of her dress. His tongue force itself past her teeth 

and entered her mouth frantically exploring every crevice.



	He raised her dress and bundled it high up on her body then 

he lifted her up by the waist and set her down on the sink counter top.



	Cynthia had become momentarily brain numb but the cold

surface of the counter on her bottom revived some of the gray matter,

She clamped her eyes tightly together when she felt Chewy's fingers 

grip the edge of her panties, then she experienced a wave of nausea

when his hand pushed the material aside and one of his fingers 

slipped inside her canal.



	"Jorge thinks ju got a tight pussy Mija." He commented as

he probed her opening.



	She opened her eyes and became extremely frightened 

when he positioned the switch blade between her legs. She momentarily

thought he might go through whit the threat of rapping her with the knife.

The close proximity of the knife to her skin kept her from moving but 

fearfully she said. "Please....Don't.... Don't hurt me..... Please...."



	Chewy looked up and saw the fear expressed in her eyes.

"Chica, Chica." He said. "Ju don't think Jorge would cut anything on

dis beautiful body of jurs do you? Not until after he has filled it vith 

his hot load of cum. Jorge just vant's to get theses out of the vay," and 

he yanked on her panties. Making certain to be careful he used the knife 

to cut across the crotch and waist band of her panties then he slid them 

out from under her body.



	Reaching up he slipped the straps of her dress off her 

shoulders, then pushing the material downward her exposed her 

breasts. "Oh mi Dios!" He exclaimed looking at her nakedness, "Ju

got some nice tities Mija!" 



	Cynthia's arms were ensnared by the straps of her dress and 

she watched in horror as he pushed his pants down around his ankles 

freeing his rock hard manhood. "Ju're going to like having some

brown cock up ju're little white snatch Mija!" He told her as he 

wiggled his manhood up and down.   



	Grabbing her by the hips he slid her to the edge of the 

sink counter then he spread her knees wide apart opening her flower 

to his vision. 



	He stared intently at her womanhood and smiled, then using 

two fingers he spread her pussy lips apart then he leaned into her and 

unceremoniously pressed his throbbing cock head against her opening.



	Cynthia whimpered fearfully, then cried out in pain as he tore 

her pussy lips apart and thrust into her with crude lust. She cried out

again, then again as he threw his hips forward and stabbed his cock into 

her tight slit.



	His cock started slicing in and out of her furiously. He stood 

straight at the edge of the counter, his hands coming down and 

encircling her titties, squeezing and twisting them back and forth.

     

	His mouth came down on one of her breasts and sucked the 

nipple in past his lips. He bit down, making Cynthia yelp in pain. He 

grinned at her, his teeth around the nipple, then bit down again, 

grinding his teeth back and forth across the tiny piece of pink flesh.



     	Cynthia struggled weakly against him, as he laughed 

gleefully, as his hands slid around her hips and back, yanking her

against him even tighter as his cock drove in and out of her hole.



	Cynthia heard the bathroom door open and saw the cook enter.

He got an excited look on his face then stepped up closer to get a better 

look of the Mexican's cock as it savagely fucked into her. The cook 

unzipped his pants and started masturbating himself eagerly, obviously

very sexually stimulated at watching as Chewy raped her 



	Chewy looked over at the cook than back to Cynthia, "Ju.... 

Don't... ugh...mind if.... Meeco... ugh...vatches...me fuck ju.  Do...ju?" 

He asked speaking in spurts between thrusts of his cock into her. 



	Cynthia didn't answer, her mind was filled with pain, terror 

and humiliation as a Mexican gang banger, grunted over her and forced 

his hard cock meat deeper into her pussy tunnel as the cook looked on 

stroking himself into an orgasm at the expense of her suffering.

     

	Her insides burned with agony as Chewy's cock twisted around 

in her soft belly, churning up her guts



    	Cynthia's legs bounced against the sink countertop as his 

fucking got more frenzied. His cock was pistoning in and out of her 

slit faster and faster. "Ju like... ugh... this... uggh... Mija...!? Ungh...

unnnnggh... Ju like... it... Ju.... like... Mexican cock...!? Stinking rich 

white whores......!! Ahaaaa...... Ohooooo...." and she felt his hot cream

splash against the sensitive flesh of her canal as he emptied his balls

deep inside her.



	The cook groaned and large globules of cum started squirting 

from his penis' head. He continued beating his meat and squirting with 

such force that his jusim hit the back wall several feet away.



	Now that Chewy had finished with her he pulled up his pants

and said, "Ju're a good fuck Mija. Ju fixed Jorge's huevos real bienes.

Meeco liked eet too.  Ju can go now, Jorge vill look en to dis Eric Joung 

pendejo for ju."



	Cynthia slid off the sink top and rushed passed Chewy and the 

cook re-arranging her clothes as she ran.



	When she jumped into the back of the Mercedes Sandy seeing

Cynthia's disheveled demeanor frantically asked, "My God! What 

happened!?"



	"He raped me!" Cynthia answered, still in mild shock.



	"David! Let's get the hell out of here fast!" Sandy yelled over

the seat at her boyfriend sitting behind the wheel.





END_CHAPTER SIX