"Scott? What are you doing? Your not done yet?" Beth groaned out as her husband, Scott collapsed on top of her. His penis shrinking quickly inside her as his semen left a wet spot on the sheets beneath her crotch.

"Oh come on, It's been a long day. I

can't go on forever when I have to be up for work in the morning." Scott groaned as he rolled off of his wife.

"yes! I guess." Beth groaned to herself as Scott rolled over and pulled the blanket up over his shoulders. Beth had wondered what was missing in their sex life. Scott seemed to be so inadequate compared to what her friend at school said about their boyfriends. Their love making sessions where once or twice a week, and they only lasted a short minute or two once he entered her. Beth climbed out of bed and walked over to the bathroom to wipe herself clean of his semen. She hated sleeping in the wet spot. When she returned Scott was nearly asleep.

"Scott honey." Beth whispered into his ear. She caressed his large chest with her hand hoping to revive him. Scott rolled over looking annoyed. Beth herself became very annoyed at his babyish behavior. "Honey, do you remember that fantasy you told me about before we got married?" Beth looked into his eyes and watched them light up with interest. Scott had wanted her to dress up in a slutty outfit and pretend to be a prostitute. Beth had thought the idea ridiculous, but now that she was a year married and still woefully unsatisfied, she decided to entertain the idea.

The longest Scott had ever made love to her was five minutes. Beth had just turned twenty, and her body attracted the glances of every guy she walked past at the campus. She regularly received propositions from guys on campus, and each time she dutifully announced she was happily married. Beth was a shapely five foot five with large breasts, rock hard abdomen, shapely ass, and curvy legs. She always wore her make up tastefully and had her brown hair fashioned in the latest style. Lately she had began to question Scott's ability to perform in bed, but only in her mind. She had always thought that sexual performance followed good looks, and Scott was a very handsome young man.

In another two years she would have her nursing degree. Beth had learned her handsome husband was a little dim in the intelligence category. Despite his lack of intelligence, he made a good lawyer and was able to afford a nice home for them both in the suburbs.

"What do you have in mind?" Scott said as he looked up at Beth laying beside him. Scott was indeed lacking in sexual experience and he knew it. The only other women he had been with was a prostitute he had paid for in the city. He never had an erection with her. He spent the entire hour watching her suck and stroke his cock in frustration. When she walked out, she had told him he had the smallest cock she had ever seen. He still had not recovered from the pain of being turned out by a prostitute.

"well. you know how you wanted to see me dressed real sexy and stuff, do you think that would excite you more? Would that make you want me more?" Beth asked gently. She watched him smile coyly.

"yeah, well Yes!" Scott said as he

realized Beth was willing to play his game. ".and you would even go walk on the street and let me pick you up in my car?" Scott said excitedly.

"well I guess." Beth said softly. She

had hoped just the cloths would do, but if he actually wanted to see her in public wearing them, then she would give it a try. It was not like her friends at school would see her. "what do you want me to wear anyway?" Beth asked.

"I'll take you out at lunch tomorrow and show you. Can we do it tomorrow night?" Scott asked.

"I guess." Beth answered cautiously.

Scott reached up and kissed her warmly on the lips. They slept in each others arms for the first time since their honeymoon that night.

Beth stepped off the subway and nervously made her way through the station. She tried to ignore the smiles from the men as she walked by in her high heels, and the looks of disdain from the women who tried to ignore her. She had never dressed so slutty in her life. Scott had taken her to a cheap discount clothes store at lunch and picked out the slinkiest clothes he could find.

Beth was strutting through the terminal in cheap white leather high heels and pantyhose. Scott had picked out a tight pink miniskirt that just covered her only a few inches below her panties. The tight pink blouse he picked out for her barely covered her bra-less breasts, and the blouse was cut to show off her shoulders and bully button. She glanced down in embarrassment to see her nipples poking out through the thin material because of the cold night air. Her only protection was the ample make up she had piled onto her face to finish off Scott's prostitute look. He even had her fluff her hair up high like the girls she used to laugh at in school.

"Hey honey, I got a car in the lot over there if ya want to make some quick cash." Grumbled a dirty unshaven man who bumped up against her. She thought she felt his erection press against her ass during his brief contact with her.

"What? I beg your pardon!" Beth hissed in her arrogant controlling voice. The man looked at her in confusion.

"Fifty bucks." He said with a smile.

"Fifty bucks for some fun before you hit the street. You wont get twenty in an hour. I'm paying for the freshness." The man groaned as he reached out to take her by the arm.

"NO!" Beth replied and pulled away from him. She walked down the street toward were Scott had told her he would pick her up. Beth was becoming slightly nervous at the prospect of being out on the street for long.

Beth watched the tall skyscrapers disappear behind her as she approached the adult district. She placed her hand on her purse and felt the can of mace waiting patiently for her to call it into action. She stepped onto the street Scott had told her about. She felt her heart race in her chest. It was not even sun down and there were other girls standing around. The prostitutes gave her a quick glance and turned away. Beth read the signs on the buildings and shivered. The street was lined with one hour hotels and smut shops as far as she could see.

"Better keep on walkin girl! This block is Lamar's block! He's skin ya alive you take any the tricks from his street!" Cackled a slutty black prostitute who was smoking a hand rolled cigarette as she showed her legs to the cars passing by.

"I wont." Beth said shamefully as she

hurried past the woman. She passed eight more prostitutes before she finally came to a relatively quiet section of the street. She stopped and looked around. The sun was setting quick and she thought it would be dark in no time at all. She stood in front of a vacant parking lot and stared down the street in both directions. She seemed to be standing in a quiet area between two very active sections of the avenue. One block down in either direction, the prostitutes were standing and waving to the passing cars. Beth stood beside a pole and tried to blend in without attracting attention.

"Hey honey. how much?" Asked a dark

black man with a beard as he pulled up to the curb beside her. Beth felt herself tremble in embarrassment.

"I'm not working yet." She said in her dumbest voice. Trying to play the part for Scott.

"Fifty bucks for a blow job! What ya

say?" Asked the man as he unlocked the door for her. Beth smiled politely and shook her head no. "ok! Sixty! But you better swallow!" Grunted the man.

"No. I said I'm not working yet!" Beth said. The man shook his head at her and sped off. Beth smiled in relief. No sooner did he pull over to the curb a block up, did another car pull up beside her.

"twenty five for a blow job?" Asked the greasy Latino behind the wheel. Beth shook her head no. He spit at her and sped off.

Beth stood on the street impatiently

stroking the mace can in her purse as the cars approached one after another to pick her up. She began pacing restlessly trying to ignore them, hoping Scott would hurry up and get here.

"hey girl! Come here!" Rasped a deep

voice from a white Cadillac with blacked out windows that had just pulled up beside her. Beth ignored the car a minute hoping it would speed off too.

"Yo Bitch! get yo ass over here!" Crooned the deep voice from inside the car. Beth turned in shock and stared at the small slit in the window trying to see who it was.

"I'm not working right now!" Beth replied in her best dumb voice. The car window rolled down and Beth saw the man propositioning her. The face looking back at her was coal black, shaved bald, large, and mean looking.

"Who the hell you working for? I aint

never seen you on this street before!" Growled the man from inside the car. Beth looked down the street for Scott's car, hoping he would hurry.

"he's not here yet." Beth said shallowly as she tried to compose herself. She tightened her grip on the mace container.

"nobody works this street without talkin to me first! Now get in this car while we wait for yo pimp! I gonna just make a deal with him before you start doin tricks!" Growled the muscular black man from inside the car. Beth saw the door pop open for her to climb in. She stepped back and took hold of the mace can, readying her flight.

"no! I cant!" Beth said with a rapidly trembling tone. She started to step back when she saw a pair of headlight shine into her face.

"Scott!" She cried softly to herself as she ran to his car. She reached to the door and found it locked. He rolled the window down for her to talk to him.

"How much lady?" Scott asked dumbly as he stared at his wife trembling outside the car door. Beth frowned and stepped back.

"twenty five dollars." She said turning on her dumb hooker voice. She stared at the Cadillac waiting against the curb in front of them.

"deal." Scott announced and unlatched

the car door. Beth hurried up and climbed into his car. She was relieved to see him pull away and leave the Cadillac waiting beside the curb. Beth smiled and sat back in the seat. Scott's little fantasy turned out all right after all.

"I'm takin ya to the one hour motel down the road. What are you gonna do for twenty five bucks lady?" Scott said excitedly. Beth smiled.

"Anything you want mister!" Beth giggled as she reached over and placed her hand on his crotch. She felt his erection throbbing beneath his trousers and smiled. She would be ecstatic if he made love to her for an entire hour, even if it was in a sleazy motel.

"Were here!" Scott announced as he

pulled the car into the small u shaped lot surrounded by motel rooms. Scott left her in the car while he ran up to the office and got keys to a room. When he returned, he eagerly led Beth up the stairs to the second story room.

"Well here it is lady! Show me what you got!" Scott laughed as he opened the door and led Beth inside.

"OK mister!" Beth giggled as she looked around the dingy room. It was the size of their laundry room, just bed, closet sized bathroom, and bolted down television. Scott turned on the television and Beth was shocked to see an adult movie light the screen up. She blushed beneath the thick make up and then smiled. "let me blow your cock first!" She chuckled dumbly and dropped to her knees on the dirty carpet.

"Oh yeah, let me lay down!" Scott stuttered as Beth unbuttoned his trousers. He sat down on the bed and watched Beth pull his raging hard on free. She immediately sucked it into her mouth and began licking it. Beth never sucked him before tonight and he felt like taking her on the bed right then.

"Oh yeah mister! It's so big!" Beth

giggled dumbly as she held her husbands cock in her hand and licked the head. She began wrapping her lips around it experimentally, trying to see how it fit in her mouth. Scott laid back on the bed and she watched his expressions as she experimented with sucking his pole in and licking it. She did this for five minutes while he flinched and groaned wildly on the bed before her. They didn't notice the footsteps on the walk outside the room, or the face peering though the crack in the curtains.

"Oh god! I think I'm gonna cum in your mouth if you keep that up!" Scott groaned as he thrust his hips up and plunged his cock into Beth's suckling mouth. Beth smiled and pulled her head free, not wanting his semen any were near her mouth or face.

"Oh baby! Don't ya want the rest of me first?" Beth said seductively as she stood up before him and posed for him. Scott smiled with wonder as he watched Beth wiggle her hips and slowly slide her fingers into the waistband of the tiny miniskirt. Neither he nor she heard the noise of Lamar jimmying the door open with a credit card. When the door swung open, Beth had worked her skirt down just around her waist and was about to pull it completely down to her ankles.

"MOVIN IN ON MY TERRITORY HUH!" Lamar

shouted as he took Beth by the hair and flung her against the wall. She fell down confused and dazed before she could even utter a word. Scott jumped up in fright, his trousers hanging down around his knees. "Muther fucker! Are your the girls man? HUH?" Shouted Lamar.

"yes.." Scott uttered sheepishly as he stared at the knife wielding black man standing menacingly before him.

"You dumb muther fucker! I'm gonna teach you to slide your girls in on my territory!" Lamar shouted as he swung his massive fist through the air and connected with Scott's jaw. Beth had opened her eyes in time to see her husband smack into the dingy carpeted floor with a thud. She screamed.

Scott woke from the coma three months

later. His family spent the week nursing him back onto his feet. Beth had not been heard from since the night of his beating. The police had told him she had probably been murdered. Scott remembered the sight of the large muscular black man forcing his huge penis into Beth's tight pussy. She screamed, he screamed, and the black man laughed, telling him the girl worked for him now. Scott had jumped up to fight twice, and each time been knocked out. The last thing he remembered was looking down from the balcony as a muscular black man pushed his screaming wife into his car. Lamar had been hefting him over the rail to the concrete below. On his way down he stared at his screaming wife sitting in the back seat of their car.

Scott went home after a week. Not saying anything to his family about what had happened to Beth the night he was beaten. He built up his strength, and went back to work at the law firm. He received the condolences from all his collogues about the tragedy he endured. The loss of his wife. Scott was unable to believe Beth had been murdered.

Scott drove into the city two weeks

after his recovery. He pulled onto hooker row and began to slowly drive down the road, keeping his eyes open for the pimp who had beaten him into a coma months ago.

Beth stepped out of the car and took a tissue form her purse. She wiped the cum from her hand and watched her last customer drive away. The black man had wanted a quick blow job and she had earned another ten dollars for Lamar. As she took out her compact and reapplied her lip stick, Sandy stepped up to her and smiled.

"Girl you ready to head on over to the house, the big spenders just about ready to come out!" Sandy squeaked as she stared at Beth. Beth looked up like a mouse and smiled. Sandy was Beth's boss ever since Lamar sent her out on the streets to earn money two months ago.

"ok. do you think Lamar will give me

some extra crack for doing good tonight?" Beth sighed hoping she would get some extra relief. Beth had recently given up her struggles to resist Lamar's total control of her body. Now, Beth flowed with his plans for her and hoped for every small pleasure he would give her.

"yeah girl! He might. I think he might even take off that choker collar he makes you wear. You been fuckin and suckin like a real whore these past two weeks. I think he's ready to set you loose." Sandy grinned wide lipped at Beth. Beth watched the large gold tooth in the husky black woman's mouth glitter in the street light. Sandy had been doing tricks for ten years now, that is why Lamar put her in charge of Beth.

Beth smiled back. She had a gap in her upper front teeth from where Lamar had punched her. It was one of the last lessons she learned before submitting completely to the black pimps orders. As she walked down the street with the older hooker, she straightened her breasts under the thin tube top. The last john had groped her tits roughly while she blew his cock in the car. She smiled at the thought of loosing the dog choker. Lamar made her wear the collar to display his lack of trust in her. The other hookers treated her like trash because Lamar singled her out.

"I hope he does, The johns sometimes

grab it and choke me with it. They call me a little white dog." Beth said quietly to her companion. In the beginning, when she resisted, It was just Lamar who fucked her. He fucked her for over a month while she learned to obey him. Then Lamar found a different white girl and sent her out to the streets. Beth despised Carrie for moving in and moving her out. Carrie worshipped Lamar and did everything he asked, including humiliating Beth. Lamar had Sandy bleach Beth's hair blond to match Carries long blond hair. In the end, Lamar chose Carrie, and Beth was sent to the streets to hook.

"Girl you talk to much! Don't you worry what they call you, just as long as they got the money to pay you when it's over! You is a little white dog!" Sandy cackled. Beth winced at the large woman's shrill voice as she laughed at her. Beth thought back to the last two months on the street. She must have fucked a hundred men a week, and nearly all of them where black men. To them, she was just a little white tramp, something to fuck and abuse, to blame all there problems on.

The two women where now nearly in front of Lamar's house. She looked at the street in front of the building and saw Lamar sitting down with five black men of his posse. She had fucked each one of them at least a dozen times already. They where large and rough, they treated her badly, but they never hurt her like Lamar did. When she went into the hotel, she knew Lamar would give her a couple of hits of crack when she turned over the evening's money. Then she would wait in the front room for the men to stroll in. She figured she would fuck at least two dozen men tonight and make Lamar over a thousand dollars.

"Hey girl, looks like you got one last customer, and fucken shit, looks like a white boy!" Sandy cackled softly as the brown sedan pulled up to the curb beside the two women. Beth stood silently by the gate to Lamar's house while Sandy bent down to the window and negotiated the price for her. She heard Sandy laugh and point back to her. Then she stepped away and nodded. Beth pulled her breasts up high and strutted over to the car.

"Ok mister, what did ya agree on?" Beth said softly as she opened the car door and sat down in the seat. She looked down at the johns crotch without looking him in the face, and noticed he wasn't hard yet, she had begun to hate the ones that took a long time to get off.

"Uhhh. Uhhh. Beth. Is that really you?" Said the voice beside her. Beth broke the first rule of hooking and stared at the man sitting beside her. She had not been called Beth since before the night. Lamar called her Vanilla, most of the other girls called her doggie. He jaw froze in fear as she stared at her husband.

"Scott! Oh my god! Oh my god! Lamar said he killed you! He said he broke your neck!" Beth stuttered weakly as the memories of her previous life came flooding back to her.

"He beat me up really bad. I was in a

coma for the last four months. Oh god Beth I'm sorry!" Scott said as tears streamed from his eyes. Beth looked out the window at Sandy as she stood on the curb waiting, smoking a cigarette. She looked a bit further and saw Lamar and the five thugs of his possie watched her closely.

"Scott, you have to get out of here. He is going to kill you if he thinks your gonna take me away! He will. They've killed before!" Beth said realizing how close Lamar was to sending his thugs out to the car to check on her. "They're expecting you to pull into the alley for a few minutes. Go ahead, do it. Before they recognize you."

"We have to get out of here Beth. I'm

gonna take you home. This nightmare is over!" Scott cried out emotionally. Beth stared at her long lost husband and frowned.

"NO! They have guns! You would never

make it down the block if you tried to pull away. They kill men for trying to get away without paying, especially white men! Oh Shit, how much money do you have?" Beth said nervously. Scott looked at her in wonder and pulled out his wallet. He had sixty dollars total in his pocket.

"Beth what do you mean?" He said weakly as he pulled the car into the alley and beside a trash dumpster. Beth looked back to the street and saw Sandy leaning on the building waiting, and watching.

"God damn it Scott!" Beth nearly screamed. She knew Sandy was waiting to see her head disappear while she started her business. "They will kill you in a second if they think you are her for me. Pretend like you came here for sex!" Beth whimpered fearfully as she unzipped Scott's trousers and fished his penis out. "Relax! This is what you wanted when you brought me here in the first place!" Beth hissed as she dropped her mouth down to his lap and skillfully sucked his limp rod into her mouth.

"Oh my god Beth! What's happened to

you?" Scott stuttered as he felt Beth's lips lock around his cock sucking him hard.

"I survived!" Beth hissed as she broke her lips free of his cock for a moment. "Now I've got ten minutes left with you, how are you going to sneak me out of here? You can't just stroll in and drive out! They would kill us both before we got out of the city!" Beth said as she pulled her lips back around Scott's penis. She unconsciously compared his cock with all the hundreds of others she had sucked and fucked in the last three months. He was dismally small compared to all of them.

"I'm gonna get you out!" Scott groaned as he looked in the rear view mirror. In addition to the black hooker standing in the alley behind them, there was now a couple of stocky black men standing there too. "How can I do it?"

"I don't know!" Beth whimpered as she

broke her wet lips free of his cock. "Come to the crack house tonight. I do tricks till late in the morning. Bring money and buy me for an hour. We can take a room and talk it out in private." Beth saw two shadows coming down the alley and realized she was not sucking. If Lamar's men caught her talking and not sucking they would hurt her badly. She pulled Scott's cock into her mouth and sucked it hard. She heard him groan out loudly.

"Hey Whitey! What the fuck are you doin in this part of town?" boomed Lamar's largest enforcer as he bent down to look into the car. Scott turned pale as the large black man pushed his huge head through his window and stared at him. Beth kept her face locked to his cock even though he tried to push her off.

"I. I. I just." Scott stuttered fearfully. The large black man smiled and shook his head.

"Well you times up! Pay the girl and get the fuck out of here! You white assed muther fuckers aint' welcome here!" The large man smiled at Scott and flashed a revolver from a shoulder harness. Scott felt his penis shrink immediately even though Beth was sucking hard on it. Beth felt something warm squirt from his cock and she thought he was coming, then as he mouth filled with the salty yellow liquid she realized he had peed himself.

"OK Mister!" Beth groaned as she spit

out the yellow liquid into the seat and pushed his squirting penis back into his pants. "That's ten bucks. You heard him, I gotta go now." Beth had had worse things happen to her than piss in her mouth, but she never thought Scott would be capable of such a thing. She stared at him hoping he would snap out of his panic. She saw his crotch turning dark with his urine. "Come on mister, pay up!" Beth said. Scott looked out the side window at the Large brute waiting for his wife, then he pulled a ten dollar bill out and handed it to her.

"Thanks!" Beth said as she stuffed the bill into her tube top and climbed out of the car. Scott watched her fall in beside the two black men and the black whore as they walked out of the alley. He sat there another ten minutes as his heart eased up in his chest and he was finally able to hold the wheel without shaking.

Scott watched Beth walked down the sidewalk to the shabby brick home one block down from the avenue. He had rented a room in the cockroach infested hotel across from where she had been hooking all evening. He watched carefully as she jumped into parked cars and emerged ten or fifteen minutes later. He watched for an opportunity to pick her up and drive off, but it was too risky. Lamar was always within sight of her wherever she went. Scott watched as Lamar made another drug deal from his white corvette parked in the hotel lot. He figured Lamar had a permanent room at the hotel because no one came out to complain about him parking there, and he had watched a number of the hookers working the street, including his Beth, step into the hotel room with a customer, only to emerge half an hour later.

He had been observing his wife's actions for two days now. He was still waiting for his chance. Still afraid to make his move. He had determined her routine though. She emerged from the crack house a block away early in the evening with Lamar. He made her work the street in front of the hotel, giving blow jobs in cars and sessions in Lamar's hotel room until a few hours after night fall. Scott started drinking to endure the hatred he felt for Lamar. He had watched his wife pair up with 17 men already tonight, all of them black. Now Beth was heading back to the crack house at Lamar's command. He would follow within a few minutes. The street in front of the house would start filling with cars and by midnight, the whole street would be lined with cars. Scott drank another beer quickly and stood up. Beth had just stepped into the house.

He had taken the week off from work,

saying her needed time to grieve for his lost wife. He had still not mentioned to anyone that Beth was still alive. During that time he had let his goatee grow out, and he had his ear pierced. He looked in the mirror and shook his head. If his fellow lawyers at the office saw him now he would be finished. He dressed like the street hoods did, hoping he would be able to walk into the crack house looking like he belonged. He stared a moment at his trimmed hair and ruffled it up some more. He had not seen a single white man in this neighborhood. He had seen two white women, but they had been whores. He stepped out of the room for the first time in over a day. He quickly climbed into the old car he had bought. At least it fit into the neighborhood well, with mag rims and rusted out doors. He started the old car up and pulled into the avenue. He drove down the avenue then back up. He spotted the woman he had figured would be his best bet and pulled up beside her.

"What'll it's be buddy?" the bleached

blond white girl said to him as he rolled down his window. Scott forced a smile and pulled the cigarette from his mouth.

"blow job? How much?" He grumbled shyly. Mad at himself for not being more forceful even after drinking half the case.

"Normally, fifteen, but Lamar won't let me blow you for less than fifty!" Said the tired looking woman apologetically.

"Why?" Scott said worried. He had only brought three hundred dollars and knew he would need most of it at the crack house.

"Come on boy. You's a honkey! White boy in this neighborhood gotta have money if he's comin this far into the hood!" The woman chuckled.

"I'll give ya thirty, I aint got no

money. I gotta buy some crack still." Scott said hoping to gain her trust. He wondered how such a pretty young girl could go so bad. She even had the accent of the hood.

"ok. Hold on, I gotta check with Lamar." Said the girl as she skipped across the street and into the motel parking lot. She leaned over and stuck her head into the window of the corvette. She poked her head out a moment later and skipped back to his car.

"Lamar says fifty, but we can use the

motel room. That's the best he's gonna do boy. Come on!" She said forcing a laugh from her mouth. Scott watched her run back across the road, then he followed her in his old car. He pulled up right beside Lamar's Vette and parked. He swallowed hard, hoping the gangster didn't recognize him from the night of the beating. The hooker stood before the door to the room chewing bubble gum and showing off her legs. "Come on, clocks ticking lover boy!"

Scott flicked out his cigarette and

forced a emotionless face. He climbed out of the car and followed the girl into the room. It was like he expected, a room just like the one he was staying in, except this room smelled of cheap perfume, had make up boxes near the mirror, a small pile of sheets on the chair, and a box of cheap condoms on the night stand.

"Sit down honey. get ready for the best blow job of your life." The hooker took the gum from her mouth and pressed it onto the table. Scott sat down and took a deep breath, hoping he could get it up and maintain his identity a bit longer.

"what's your name?" Scott said hoping to get her talking.

"you can call me candy baby, cause I'm so sweet!" The girl giggled almost on cue. Scott felt her unzip his fly and pull his cock out. She pulled a condom out of nowhere and expertly unrolled it on his semi-erect cock. "take a deep breath and get ready for heaven!" She giggled as she dropped her mouth down to his cock. He clinched the side of the chair as she sucked his cock into her mouth with force. She sucked him with immense vacuum until his cock was firm in her mouth, then she started to stroke it with her hand and lick it with her tongue. Scott immediately realized her cock sucking talent. Scott remembered why he was here and opened his eyes up.

"God your pretty, how old are you?"

Scott gasped out in between her expert tugs on his cock.

"as old as you want me to be baby."

Candy gasped as she plunged her mouth down on his cock and sucked him in deep. She pulled her mouth off with a pop and stroked him in her hand as she smiled up at him.

"How old? You don't look like the other hookers around here." Scott groaned out as she stroked his cock faster.

"I'm 22 baby, and you ask too many

questions. A white boy got enough trouble being in this hood without asking questions." The girl said with a look of warning on her face.

"I'm sorry, it's just that you look

sweet enough to take home. Why don't you find some guy and settle down." Scott groaned as she squeezed his prick in her hands. He felt her stop stroking him and stare up at him. He could see he had broken the girl loose from her role.

"look mister. You see this?" She said

and turned her arm so he could see the big black scorpion tattooed on her upper forearm. Scott nodded. "I'm a scorpion, part of Lamar's gang. There ain't no leavin the hood. Once you in, you in till your heart stops. And my heart aint about to stop beatin no time soon. I'm gonna do whatever it takes!" then the girl dropped her mouth back around his cock and sucked him firm again. Scott waited until she seemed to have calmed down a bit. He was getting ready to ask another probing question when she raised her head. She had started to cry and tears where running from her eyes.

"I didn't use to be like this." The girl cried. Scott heard her voice change from the African hood tone to standard English. "I was going to be a school teacher. I have two years of college already. I'm serious!" The girl whimpered faintly thinking Scott was about to walk away. Instead he sat there and put his hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "I don't know why I came here. But this is what I do now. I got a baby boy to support. Lamar's boy. That ain't wrong is it?" The girl whimpered and rested her head on his thigh.

"No, you gotta do what you gotta do."

Scott assured her. She twisted her wrist to see her watch, then her head sprang up.

"I'm sorry mister, we only got a couple minutes left. Come on" She moaned as she wiped the tears from her cheek. "Fuck my face, cum in my mouth baby!" She moaned as her African accent returned. She wrapped her mouth around Scott's cock and began throat fucking him madly. Scott felt his cock erupt instinctively within minutes. The girl held her mouth on his cock until he was spent, then she carefully pulled the wet rubber from his cock and dropped it into the trash container. "Fifty bucks home boy." The girl said business like as she stood up and rushed to the mirror. Scott pulled the money from his wallet as she quickly made her face in front of the mirror.

"Where can I get some crack round here?" Scott asked softly as he handed the girl the money. She took his money, opened the door and waved him on. There was a black hooker and her black customer waiting outside the door. Scott followed her to Lamar's Vette.

"here baby, the boy want's some blow,

you know where he can get some?" Candy cooed into Lamar's ear as she handed him the fifty Scott had just paid her. Lamar covertly stuffed the money into his shirt and looked up at Scott menacingly. Scott waited for him to pull out a gun and finish him right there. Lamar whispered something into Candy's ear and she shook her head. "No, he's clean baby, I checked him out."

"Come on honkey, I get you your blow,

jump in!" Lamar commanded deeply. Scott stepped around the vette and opened the door. He sat down in the seat and looked at the man who had ruined his life. He did not recognize Scott for anyone other than a dumb honkey.

"How much you lookin to buy?" Lamar

asked as he put the car in reverse and pulled back swiftly. Scott pulled out two hundred dollars and flashed it to Lamar. Lamar smiled and pulled away. "Why you come to the hood for blow? I got dealers in the burbs sellin the stuff."

"Not in my hood." Scott said as throaty as he could. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, hoping to disguise his voice some more. "My hood's clean, I might even be lookin to buy a quantity if you know what I'm mean."

"You thinkin bout dealin?" Lamar chuckled. He had white dealers in the burbs but he thought they where all stupid. He overcharged them for the crack, and they came back for more every time.

"I could sell a lot of blow man. Need a supplier though." Scott said.

"Well, we'll see honkey." Lamar chuckled as he pulled up in front of his house and turned the car off. "gonna have to see how much money you got first. Come on in, but don't leave my side. These niggers slit you up for smillin!" Lamar laughed. He was tickled to have another dumb honkey dealer buying his blow.

"I can get the money bro." Scott said as he watched Lamar climb out of the car. He quietly reached under his pant leg and pulled a package from his sock. He stuffed it as deep under the seat as he could as he opened the door and climbed out.

Lamar stood on the other side of the car smiling a toothy smile at him. Scott forced a smile from his lips as he closed the door. He followed Lamar up to the house. Loud rap music was booming from the walls and he could see a crowd of people moving around inside. Lamar led him past a group of black body builder types guarding the door and into the house.

"Stick close honkey, My brothers slice up a white boy if they don't know ya!" Lamar advised as they stepped into the front room of the house. Scott winced slightly as the acidic smell of dope and crack filled the air. The front room was simple. Three large couches lined up against the wall with a single lamp in the corner. The couches where full of brother's toking and laughing. Everyone gave him a dirty glance the second he stepped into the room. "It's ok brothers, he's with me." Lamar announced to their relief. Scott followed Lamar through the large house into a dimly lit room in the back. He watched a black girl come down the stairway with a brother in tow. She smiled at Lamar and handed him a wad of cash as she passed.

"Comon boy, I'll get ya your blow." He said as he pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. He followed Lamar into an office like room with a bed in the corner and a large desk on the other wall. Lamar went to his desk and opened the top drawer. He pulled out fours bags and tossed them to Scott.

"You think you can sell boy, how much

you talkin?"

"thousand a week, maybe more." Scott

said.

"That's all. I got girls bring that in a night. I got three cracker bitches that can do a grand easy on the weekend. Hell Candy one of em. My new girl pullin twice that when I work her at the peep show! No honkey, you want my blow, you gotta do better than that, how much green you got up front?" Lamar said as he proudly started the thumb though his wad of cash.

"Well," Scott stuttered as he reconsidered his offer. He had thought a thousand would be enticing to him. "If I work the malls, I can bring in five times that, but it's risky." Scott lied. Lamar's eyes opened wider at the offer though.

"Really? Your honkey ass gonna have to work them malls then if you buyin from me!" Lamar announced.

"deal." Scott said.

"Deal!" Lamar said as he extended his

hand and gave Scott a hood handshake. "You hang close cracker boy, I ain't leavin for a couple hours and You aint safe walkin back to yo car by yo self!" Lamar said standing up. He led Scott from the office and back into the loud smoky house. Beside the front living room where they had come in was another open room, separated from the living room by beads hanging from the doorway. Lamar pushed through the beads and Scott followed. The room they entered was furnished with nice leather couches and a large screen Television. Lamar sat down in the middle of the center couch. Scott sat down on a nearby couch. Scott looked around nervously wondering how he would get out if her had too. He saw no way.

"Hey honey!" Groaned a black girl who

came strolling in from the front room. She strutted up to Lamar and sat down beside him. She handed him a wad of bills and wrapped her arms around him. Lamar ignored her lustful advances and counted the money.

"I left candy on the street tonight,

she's makin the green tonight. Where's Vanilla and Kitten?" Lamar grunted as he added the wad of money to his pocket full.

"Vanillas with one of the homeboys

upstairs and Kitten is still downstairs in the cage. She's been askin when you'd be home." The pudgy black woman chuckled.

"Bring Kitten in, and get one of the

girls for my new associate here!" Lamar said as he pointed to Scott.

"Sure thing baby." Cooed the black girl as she jumped up and ran out of the room. Lamar flicked on the television and started to watch the late show. A few moments later the same black girl entered the room holding a rope. Behind her, on a leash, walked a pretty young white girl in a baby doll teddy, wearing a collar. Her face was made up sluttishly, and her hair was fluffed up like a whore.

"Come here Kitten? You wanna sit down

with yo daddy?" Lamar cooed childishly to her. The girl, staring shamefully down at the floor, nodded yes without looking at him. Lamar patted the seat and She sat beside him. Lamar pulled her close and started exploring her body with his large muscular hands.

"This the one Lamar?" Rasped a plump

black woman wearing spandex and a gold blouse. She was standing beside the couch pointing at Scott.

"yeah that the one." Lamar grunted as he slipped his hand inside the blondes teddy and caressed her crotch area. "what do you say to Daddy when he comes home? Come on girl!" He groaned. The blond girl squirmed and avoided eye contact with him. Then Scott watched her tense up and look him in the face.

"baby doll, I missed you so much." The girl said holding back her tears. "what can kitten do for her man to make him feel good?" She said softly, her voice breaking up at the end.

"I'm gonna let you suck my cock seein

how we gots company. Go introduce yourself to the honkey over there and give Yolanda a kiss for me!" The white girl frowned sadly as she pulled herself up from the couch. Scott watched in awe as the petite little blonde walked up to him and forced a smile. Yolanda sat forward as Kitten embraced her. Scott watched the two girls share a long wet kiss before the white girl finally broke free with a wince. She looked at Lamar quickly and waited for his direction.

"Go on girl. He won't bite!" Lamar

ordered. The blonde dropped to her knees and forced Scott's knees apart. She looked like a child being forced to clean her room. Scott sat in shock as she fished out his cock and pulled it into her mouth. Lamar grinned and laughed as the girl slurped and sucked on Scott's dick until it was semi erect.

"What's the matter honkey? She ain't

sexy enough for ya?" Lamar laughed. Scott looked down at the girl who was trying painfully hard to please him. Her eyes strained to convey her desire to please.

"She's hot man." Scott stuttered. The

girl pulled her head away from Scott's lap and gasped.

"I'm sorry Lamar, I did my best. He just won't get hard for me!" The girl whined. Scott realized she was trying to make him hard for Lamar's benefit. Then he felt sorry he couldn't get a full erection to show Lamar he liked the girl.

"You a dumb white bitch you know that? Now get over here and suck my balls!" Lamar groaned. Scott watched the girl crawl over to Lamar and pull his pants down, then pulling his large nut sack into her mouth to suck on. Lamar's cock rested on her nose as she tried to please him. He felt a hand on his penis and looked beside him to see Yolanda stroking his shaft with her pudgy fingers. He tried to wave her away but she insisted.

"Kitten here is new to the gang. She

joined up about two weeks ago. She my girl but I trainin her to get good with her mouth for when she hits the street. A whore aint worth the rubbers if she cant suck a cock good!" Lamar chuckled. "Hell, my last woman took damn near three months to train! But now the bitch suck a cock with the best of em and she be lost without me!" Lamar smiled.

Scott offered a cursory smile as Lamar continued to brag about his newest white capture. Yolanda continued to stroke his cock and he was surprised to see it stiffening again. He glanced out into the front room and saw something that made his heart sink in his chest. Beth was standing in front of a couch of three large black men, waving her ass lewdly and smiling. He watched the largest of the three stand up. Beth wrapped her arm around him and they walked off toward the stairs together. The black man was mammoth compared to Beth, towering over her by more than a foot. Scott watched them disappear up the stairs.

"Yeah boy that last bitch was fun though, she put up a struggle at first, I damn near had to kill her to make her obey! Here, let me show you the video!" Lamar laughed as he picked up the remote. Scott watched with a growing remorse as the Large Black man laughed about conquering his wife.

Scott froze as the screen flashed into a scene of Beth, still with her brunette hair, laying naked on a large mattress, covering herself in shame. Her face was streaked with tears and she was pleading for mercy. Scott kept from clinching his fists as he heard Lamar's voice booming from the video. "You gonna suck it bitch! you gonna suck it or I gonna knock those teeth out!" Beth cried "no" Then Scott watched Lamar enter the view. He grabbed Beth by the hair and held her still as he pushed his cock into her mouth. Beth's resistance gave in slightly and she started to suck Lamar's huge tool. The screen blurred as Beth rocked backward onto the mattress as Lamar shoved her away. "I told you what gonna happen if you touch my cock with those teeth again!" Lamar boomed at her. Beth shrank away in fear. "No" She cried as Lamar wrestled her onto her belly. Scott watched Beth's rear pulled into the air as Lamar planted the head of his cock in her channel. Lamar plunged into Beth doggie style and she let out a gasp of pain.

"Look at this part, the bitch know's

it's comin too!" Lamar laughed as Kitten knelt between his legs sucking his balls.

Scott stared at the screen and felt

himself sweating through his cloths. "No please!" Beth cried as Lamar pulled his cock from her pussy and pushed it into her butt. Beth howled out in pain as Lamar rammed it home and began stroking it in her.

"No! No that aint it! Watch!" Lamar

laughed as he pointed to the screen. Scott was trying to look away. Lamar pumped her stretched asshole a few minutes before pulling out again. Scott watched Beth's red anus slowly close up. "Now what do you say to your Daddy?" Lamar shouted at her as he pushed the head of his cock back into her cunt. Beth was sobbing now. "please baby doll.." Beth cried out in sobs, unable to speak a full sentence without gasping. ". please how can I make you feel good!" Beth grunted as Lamar lunged his cock back into her depths. Lamar took a large butt plug from a box on the bed and smiled. He pushed the head of the rubber tool against Beth's anus and started working it in. Beth started crying loudly now. The plug was wider than Lamar's sizable cock so it stretched her butt until she screamed. The plug reached it's maximum then slipped into Beth's butt firmly. Lamar then started fucking the tearful girl until he came in her. Scott was shaking in his seat now. His wife was on the television crying as Lamar tortured her. When Lamar pulled his cock out, cum started to seep from her slit. Lamar stopped the flow with yet another butt plug. This one even larger than the first. As Lamar climbed off the bed, Beth was crying and holding her crotch. The plugs had spread her open so much she was unable to close her legs, so she laid lewdly on the bed holding herself. "Those plugs come out before I get back, You don't get no candy tonight!" Lamar grunted at her deeply. A moment later he returned with a needle in his hand. Beth held her arm out and Lamar injected her with the drug. A moment later her crying stopped and she lay silently on the bed staring at the ceiling.

"That was the first week the bitch was here. Last week I took her to the peep how with some of the boys. Here look at this!" Lamar chuckled as he pointed to Yolanda. Scott watched the porky black girl climb off the couch and run to the VCR. She took out the tape and inserted another. Scott stared through the door into the smoky front room just to see Beth being escorted up stairs with another man.

Scott took a deep breath and sighed as the video came on. The scene was of a red velvet room with a stool in the middle and glass windows all around. Beth entered the room wearing a pink teddy, her hair blond, her skin blotched with small bruises and scratches. The sliding doors to the windows opened up and Beth started dancing. To a rap song. Scott could see men through the glass windows beating their cocks at his wife's lewd behavior.

"Here come the good part. This bitch

done learned her lesson!" Lamar laughed. Beth opened her arms up and giggled to someone off camera. "Come on baby!" Beth chuckled in an African accent. A large black man entered the scene wearing a g-string.

"Oh baby let me suck that big cock!"

Beth groaned as she fell to her knees in front of the rough negro. Scott swallowed hard as he watched his wife eagerly pull down the man's underwear and start licking his cock.

"Bitch can suck as good as the best

whores now!" Lamar laughed as he pointed to the television. Kitten was now sucking his cock in a steady rhythm.

On the Television, Beth was assuming a doggie position for the black man. He mounted her and thrust his cock into her pussy. Beth let out a scream of ecstasy Scott had never heard before. The camera zoomed in on her as she ripped her satin garment from her breasts and began messaging them. Scott winced as he noticed the two large hoops hanging from his wife's pierced nipples. On her ass was a comic tattoo pointing to her asshole. It read Dark meat only, no honkeys allowed.

"Oh Yeah! Your learnin bitch!" Groaned Lamar with his eyes rolled back in his head. He took Kitten by the head and started rocking her head up and down on his cock. "Come on! Come on girl! Hurry it up!" Lamar shouted. Kitten jumped up and squatted on Lamar's lap. He ripped her teddy open and yanked on her . Scott watched her whole body shudder as Lamar pulled something from her backside. She screamed softly then Lamar produced the large butt plug. He dropped it to the floor and then tugged the other huge plug from her pussy. Kitten gasped out as he pulled her down onto his cock. Filling the void left by the rubber tool with his throbbing cock. He rocked her in the air a few times and came inside her. Kitten collapsed on the floor as soon as Lamar let her go.

"is it ok if Kitten goes to the bathroom now?" She gasped wearily. Lamar shook his head. Kitten winced and grabbed the large plug knowing the routine already. She laid it beneath her and worked herself down onto it. She stood up with the large tool stuffed in her vagina. "Can I go now?" She groaned. Lamar nodded and she ran off to a door behind the couch.

"I still got a while to go before I send her to the streets. She'll run if I let her. Damn bitch ain't learned to respect me yet!" Lamar grumbled as he pushed his cock back in his pants. On the television screen, Beth was now laying on top of one man who was fucking her from underneath, while a second man was prodding her butt with his large tool. Scott was happy to look away from the television. Yolanda was stroking his cock again and he put his arm on her shoulder to pretend he was interested, anything to look away from the television. Yolanda smiled a large lipped grin at him and sat down on his lap, pressing her large rump down on his cock. She stroked his cock energetically beneath her leather skirt. Scott closed his eyes and laid his head back. He could hear his wife screaming lustfully to be fucked from the television set. He tried to pretend it was him she screamed for.

Scott closed his eyes and imagined he

was far away. He felt the hooker unroll a condom on his erection. As he listened to Beth crying out to be fucked harder, he felt the hookers fat ass descend on his rod, he felt his cock rub across her rough pubic hair then slip into her wet pussy. He groaned a deep guttural gasp. Beth cried out in pleasure from the television set.

"Oh Baby!" Yolanda chuckled to him. She took his hand and pulled it around to her fat tits. He squeezed them softly as he began to thrust into her from below. On the television, Beth was moaning wildly with lust. Her lovers were telling her to suck and fuck and move faster. After many months without sex, he realized he had a lot to relieve himself of.

"$5000 TOMORROW!" Lamar shouted across the room. Scott opened his eyes and looked across the room. The girl named Kitten sat on the couch beside him timidly, and on his other side sat Beth, or as she was known here, Vanilla. Beth tried not to look at him, she seemed slightly shaken at seeing him there. Lamar had shaken him from his fantasy. He felt the black hookers ass settle down heavily on his crotch as she reached down to remove his cock from her snatch.

"$5000 right!" Lamar said with little

emotion. Looking sternly at Scott. Yolanda lifted her ass from his crotch and sat down beside him. Pulling her skirt down to cover her crotch.

"Yeah, I'll get the money and bring it to you." Scott stuttered as he pushed his erection back into his trousers and tried to zip up. Beth was dressed in a pink miniskirt and tube top. Scott paused to stare at the gold ring through her belly button.

"Alright then, well We gots a special

event tonight. Vanilla here is joinin the possie for good tonight. She gonna give us a little show. Go on girl, get James and Roland." Lamar announced. Beth jumped up from the couch and ran from the room. She returned a moment later following two of the largest men Scott had seen. James was 6'8" and nearly 300lbs. Roland was barely 6' but he was much wider and stockier then James. James sat down on the couch beside Scott while Roland sat beside Lamar. Both men gave a gang salute to Lamar as they settled into their seats. Beth stood in the middle staring at the floor.

"Well girl, you ready to get yo scorpion tonight?" Lamar asked. Beth stared at him and nodded.

"Yes daddy, I want it really bad!" Beth said softly.

"Alright then, dance for us. We got a

honkey joinin us tonight. He gonna deal blow for me in the burbs. He ain't no Scorpion you understand?" Lamar warned. Scott felt small seated next to James, and the talk about not being a scorpion put him deeper into perspective. He was only there for the money he promised. He wouldn't be able to participate in this game.

Beth went over to the stereo and turned the music. It was the same rap music which was playing elsewhere in the house. Beth stood in front of Lamar and started grinding her hips for him.

"Ain't this bitch something else?" Lamar laughed to his pals.

"Hell yeah boy!" James laughed across

the room as he sat staring and Beth's jiggling breasts. Beth turned to him and spread her legs, grinding her crotch in the air for him. Scott felt himself beginning to tremble in disbelief. She avoided his gaze completely.

"How much you make tonight girl?" Lamar shouted at Beth. She turned and danced in front of him as she fished the wad of cash from her top.

"A lot baby!" Beth announced as she

handed Lamar a wad of bills.

"How many niggers you knock boots with tonight girl?" Lamar asked with a smiled as he thumbed through the bills.

"eleven big boys and one buttfucker, he paid me double like you wanted baby." Beth announced in a black accent as she continued to grind her hips and message her breasts in front of Lamar.

"How many blow jobs?" Lamar asked

"bout twenty honey. They just never

stopped commin." She smiled.

"how many you gonna do tomorrow?" Lamar said

"as many niggers as want a piece of my white ass baby!" Beth groaned as she went low and pulled her skirt up for Lamar. Lamar raised an eyebrow at her and took Kitten in his arms.

"Come on bitch! enough dancin! Blow me!" Roland said in a low raspy voice as he sprawled back on the couch. Beth waited for Lamar's nod. When he gave it, she danced up to the stocky black man and dropped to her knees. She pulled his pants down to his ankles and immediately pulled his thick cock into her mouth. Roland took her by the head and laid his head back, guiding her head up and down on his meat. Scott was feeling sick to his stomach the more he watched Beth perform for the gang members. He could hear Beth's slurping and sucking almost above the loud rap music. Lamar ignored the act beside him, and started French kissing Kitten, who fell submissively into his arms. James was getting a bit impatient himself, as he leaned forward on the couch and pulled Beth's skirt up above her butt.

Beth wore a g-string beneath the skirt. He could see the big tattoo clearly on her butt cheek now. He wondered if it could ever be removed if he was able to get her out of here alive. Scott watched as Beth's head began to bob faster and faster on his cock until her hair was billowing through the air. She finally broke away and began moaning.

"Oh yeah Roland baby, CUM! Cum on your little girls face!" Roland was wincing and gasping in the chair as Beth moaned for him. He pushed her onto the floor and dropped to his knees. Scott looked away as he saw the strand of cum hanging from Beth's lip as he held her still. The rest of Roland's ejaculation spurted onto her chin and cheek. Beth laid still and moaned for more until he was finished. When he let go of her, she was spattered with his wet glistening juice, but she remained still and waited for orders.

"Get up and wipe it into yo skin bitch!" James chuckled with excitement. Beth looked to him and sat up. She obediently began smearing Roland's cum into her face until she had absorbed it all into her pores. Scott stared at the floor in disgust.

"Yeah bitch, you like that black nigger cum don't ya?" Roland grunted as he unzipped his fly.

"Sure baby, what white girl wouldn't?" Beth giggled to him. Roland motioned her over and pulled her face to his cock. Beth pulled it into her mouth and began sucking it loudly. Scott glanced over and saw his wife straining to pull James's big cock into her mouth.

"James, Hold on boy. Let's have some

fun! Let's see if Vanilla really loves black cum!" Lamar laughed from the next couch. Beth pulled her lips from James's cock with a loud smack. She looked over to Lamar obediently. "Go collect the garbage from the upstairs rooms and bring it down here girl! And have Sandy bring in some drinks!" Lamar shouted to her. Beth jumped up and pulled her skirt down. She disappeared up the stairs in a flash as she sought to please her master. She returned a couple minutes later with six small waist cans. A large black woman in spandex followed her in with a tray of beers and glasses. She laid the drinks down on the table and left without bothering Lamar's project with Vanilla.

"Go on girl, fish out all the rubba's

and lay em on the tray. I want you to squeeze all the brothers cum out into that glass for us!" Lamar chuckled with excitement. Roland, James, and Yolanda all started to giggle when they realized Lamar's plans. Scott stared dumbly.

"yes daddy." Beth groaned obediently.

She fought to hide the frown as she understood the implications. She reached into the trash can and pulled the top rubber out. She held it up with two fingers and turned it over into the cup. The thick white cum drooled out into the wide mouthed glass and made a few splotches.

"I said all of it! Squeez it out!" Lamar commanded. Beth forced a smile and took the rubber between her fingers. She ran her fingers down the length of the rubber and squeezed the remainder of white cum out into the glass. Beth continued to fish out the rubbers and drain them into the glass one by one until she was finished with the first trash can. The cup was an inch deep with cum now, and the smell of semen filled the air. The pile of emptied condoms was three inches high. Beth though of how nice it would be to have the dog collar removed, to be accepted by these people. She blocked the thought of Scott out of her mind because her old life was too painful to consider now.

"Kitten, get over there and help her

drain them rubbas, we aint got all night!" Lamar commanded. Kitten frowned and quietly stepped off the couch. She knelt beside Beth and started fishing the condoms from the garbage. Her dainty fingers seemed repulsed by the filthy soiled condoms.

"I can't do this!" Kitten cried out as she felt the cum dribble onto her fingers. Lamar stood up and attached a leash to the choker chain around her neck. Kitten grabbed the silver chain around her neck defensively. Lamar yanked her up into the air by the chain and let her dangle gasping for air for a moment. James and Roland stared silently, knowing not to deal with Lamar's business. Scott watched in terror as the girl started to turn blue.

"There!" Lamar shouted at her as he

released his hold. Kitten fell to the ground gasping and crying. "I said you help!" He shouted.

"yess daddy!" Kitten cried as she drug herself back to her knees beside Beth. She grabbed a handful of condoms from the trash and started emptying them into the cup, oblivious to the gobs that ran out through her fingers.

Scott watched the glass fill with the

thick creamy liquid until finally the pile of condoms on the tray was a foot tall, and the trash cans where empty.

"Go wash ya self up kitten, and bring

back a spoon!" Lamar said with growing impatience. "Go on Vanilla, ask James if he can fuck yo big pussy doggie style!"

Beth turned around and walked up to

James. "James baby, want to fuck me like a dog?" She cooed in a high babyish voice.

"yeah bitch! Come one and get those

cloths off!" He grunted as he stood up. He pulled his pants to the floor and kicked them off while Beth pulled her skirt up and pulled her g-string off. She knelt down and assumed the position for him. Scott watched Beth's ass wiggle in the air in front of them as James knelt down behind her. Beth's pussy was shaven and swollen. James unrolled a condom over his thick cock quickly and then pushed his fat cock head into her hole. Beth groaned and pushed back to meet his hips with her butt cheeks. Scott averted his gaze to Yolanda as he heard the slapping of James's flesh against his wife's naked rear.

"Yolanda! Get over here and grab this

glass of black jizz!" Lamar shouted as Kitten returned to the room holding a spoon. Lamar pulled her down beside him and threw the spoon to Yolanda. She caught it with a giggle as she took the glass and sat back down beside Scott. "Go ahead girl! Start feedin it to her!" Lamar laughed.

Scott watched in disgust as Yoland sat down beside him and dipped the spoon into the glass of semen. She pulled the dripping spoon out and watched the gobs of cum drop slowly back into the cup. "Come on girl, wiggle you face over here for some dinner!" The chunky black girl said giggling. Beth looked up and held her disgust in, It was worth it she reminded herself. She scooted over so that she was kneeling like a dog before the couch, before her husband, James fucking her pussy from behind, Yolanda and the spoon in front.

"Here honkey! Come and get it!" Yolanda cackled as she dipped the spoon into the glass and pulled it out dripping with cum. She held it up to Beth's lips. Beth paused then opened her mouth and closed her eyes. She accepted the spoon in her mouth. Yolanda pushed it in and tipped it over until the thick wad of cum spilled out into her mouth. She knew what to do, She closed her lips around the utensil as Yolanda pulled it out, capturing the entire spoonful in her mouth. Lamar had came around to watch her drink the cum, so she put on the show, swallowing it and opening her mouth lustfully for more.

"Good girl! Yo daddy gonna make you a

member of the possie tonight girl! Drink the black sperm up for yo daddy!" Yolanda giggled, feeding spoonful after spoonful of the thick cum into Beth's mouth.

"let the white boy feed her girl!" Lamar chuckled with excitement. Yolanda smiled and handed the glass to Scott. Scott took the glass with a trembling hand and pulled the spoon out. He looked around and fought for a reason to leave and found none. He held the spoon up with a trembling hand to his wife's lips. Beth opened her eyes and made eye contact with him the first time tonight. He saw her expression turn to sorrow and embarrassment. She turned her head away from him and stared at Lamar.

"please daddy, I don't want the white

honkey touchin me! Please make him go!" Beth pleaded. Lamar shook his head.

"Do as I say girl! You want that dog

collar forever!" he shouted. Beth turned her head and with closed eyes she took the spoon in her mouth. Scott watched her pull away, cleaning the spoon of the cum. He dipped the spoon again and fed it to her, feeling himself getting closer to madness each time. Beth had drank nearly half of the cum in the glass now and James was sweating onto her back as he pumped her from behind.

"Yeah girl! Yeah girl! Get ready, James gonna feed you the fresh stuff now!" He grunted as he slammed her hard from behind. Scott was thankful to turn away as James pulled out of his wife. Beth spun around and pulled the rubber from his cock, pulling his cock to her mouth just as he erupted. She sucked his cock into her mouth and swallowed his entire load without blinking.

"Aw shit man! I ain't never fuck no

honkey bitch like that before!" James groaned as he pulled Beth's lips from his cock and pushed her mouth to his balls. She obediently started licking his nuts for him while he laid back in exhaustion.

"OK girl! You want to be in this possie?" Lamar shouted to her. Beth pulled away and stood up in front of him.

"yes daddy. Please!" She groaned. Lamar took her tube top and pulled it down below her breast.

"Then get undressed, I gonna call in Big D" Lamar said pointing to Yolanda. She jumped up and ran from the room, Returning a minute later with a thin old gray haired black man. He had a small box under his arm. Beth stood before the couch where Lamar sat, completely naked.

"You want to be in my possie girl?"

Lamar said quietly. Yolanda had turned down the music until it was quiet. People from the front room had been invited to witness Beth's entrance into the gang.

"oh yeah daddy!" She said softly. Tears pooling at her eyes.

"You wanna fuck and suck nigger cock

till you die?" Lamar asked.

"yes daddy!" Beth moaned.

"You gonna go out to the street each

night and bring home the money to yo daddy?"

"yes daddy!" Beth said as she looked

around the quickly growing crowd behind Lamars couch.

"You gonna keep yo mouth shut when the man put you in jail for sellin yo ass?" Lamar said.

"Sure will daddy." Beth answered.

"then you think you ready to be in my

possie?" Lamar said louder.

"yes daddy." Beth moaned impatiently.

"Then you gonna have lots of children

for Lamar, you gonna raise em in the hood?"

"yes daddy." Beth said thinking about

her first month sleeping with Lamar.

"Are you pregnant with my child now

woman?" Lamar asked.

"yes daddy!" Beth groaned. Scott flinched as if struck, unable to believe what he had just heard.

"Then I makin you a member of the possie tonight girl! Now drink that jizm down!" Lamar laughed. Yolanda took the glass from Scott's trembling hand and handed it to Beth. She took it in both hands and brought it to her lips. She closed her eyes and cried out as she tipped the glass. The crowd cheered and clapped as she swallowed and swallowed the cum in the glass until it was empty. When she was done, she dropped the glass down beside her and sat down on the floor.

"There ya go vanilla!" Lamar shouted as he reached down and removed the choker collar from her neck. Beth sat silently trying not to wretch up the cum in front of Lamar. She heard the buzzing of the needle gun as the old man sat down beside her. Lamar handed her a vial of crack and she eagerly opened it. Snorting the drug into her lungs as fast as she could. Scott watched in disgusted terror as the men slowly filtered from the room. Beth lay on the floor tripping, the old man tattooing a gangland symbol of a scorpion on her forearm.

Scott excused himself and stepped over to the bathroom. As he stepped into the little room and closed the door behind him, he bent over and began to wretch into the sink. The sights and sounds he had witnessed where too much to stand. He splashed some water on his face and straightened his hair. Thinking about the rest of his plan, he turned the knob and opened the door to step back into Lamar's parlor. As the door opened, he saw a white hand pushing the door from the outside. He looked down and saw the young girl Lamar called Kitten pushing herself into the bathroom with tears running from her eyes. Scott was pushed back into the wall as the girl collapsed in front of the toilet and began to vomit.

"Oh God! Oh God!" She cried softly to

herself. Scott watched the door to the bathroom close, isolating him in the bathroom with Lamar's girl. "I can't take it anymore! I don't care." She cried as she tried to heave more into the bowl.

"What's wrong?" Scott said with concern as he knelt down beside her. He saw her face and felt pity for her. She could not have been eighteen years old. Her innocent face was covered with thick makeup and deep red lipstick was smeared around her lips. On her chin were droplets of thick white goo which Scott guessed was sperm.

"he made me swallow it." She cried. "I can't take it anymore! It's insane!" She groaned. Scott instinctively laid his hand comfortingly on her shoulder and patted her.

"Why are you here?" He asked. The young girl looked at him with large blue eyes and seemed to smile at his ignorance.

"Don't you know? Aren't you part of his possie?" The girl said disbelievingly.

"No, I'm just here to buy some stuff. I don't want anything to do with what he's doing here." Scott said reassuringly to her.

"he kidnapped me! He beat my boyfriend up at the dance club! He's locked me up in that basement for two weeks now! He says as soon as he knows for sure that I'm pregnant, he's gonna send me to the streets to whore for him! He gives me drugs every night to get me hooked on them, He want me to be like Vanilla and Candy, and all the black girls just help him do it!"

"You have to escape!" Scott said hoping to strengthen her spirit.

"No way! He said if he catches me, he'll kill me! He'll do it! Hey mister, call the police. That's the only hope. You have to do something!" the girl groaned. Scott heard Lamar shout from the front room. The girl froze as he called out her name.

"Oh God! I've been gone too long!" She cried out as she jumped to her feet and adjusted her skirt. Scott watched her wash her face quickly and hurridly apply more make up. "You gotta do something mister!" She whispered as she quickly let herself out. Scott stood numbly considering the extent of Lamar's activities. As he stood up to leave, the door swung open again and Scott stared silently.

"Beth." He stuttered softly as she

stepped into the bathroom and walked to the toilet staring blankly. Scott reached out to her but she ignored her. She dropped to her knees and Scott knelt down beside her. She was completely naked and looking ill. She put her head to the toilet that Kitten had just vomited in and started to heave herself. Scott watched her stare into the water as the clear goo erupted from her mouth. Scott recognized it as the glassful of cum she had just drank in front of the crowd. When she was done heaving. Scott stared silently as she wiped her mouth with toilet paper.

"You!" She hissed as she slowly looked him in the face. "You bastard! Your supposed to be dead! Why didn't you come after me! Why!" She spoke slowly and with anger.

"Beth. I'm sorry. I've been in a coma

for three months! I'm sorry! I just got out of the hospital last week." He groaned as he leaned over and put his arm around her.

"It's too late now. I'm with Lamar! Now that I'm part of his gang, he's gonna start treating me good. I'm pregnant with his child." She said trailing off into silence as she thought about it. "He says as soon as I start to show I don't have to work the street any more. I'm already starting to show a little bit." She said softly as she ran her hand over her belly. "He's gonna kill you if he find's out who you are. He doesn't care shit about you! He'll cut you up for sport you know!"

"LOOK BETH!" Scott said stopping her

dazed ramblings. He held her still and stared her in the eyes. "I love you! I'm here to get you out!"

Beth looked down at the floor sadly.

"I'm a whore now. nobody loves me." She said as her voice started to crack.

"When can you get out of the house? I've got a brown LTD parked in the motel across the street! I'm gonna get you out of here!" Scott said impatiently as he stared at the door.

"No! You can't just drive out! He has

his possie all over the hood! You'll never make it out of the city alive! He'll kill us both!"

"You have to. It's the only way!" Scott said. "I have other things too. You have to trust me!" He assured as he held her firmly.

"OK, I get to sleep upstairs with Candy tonight. I'll try to sneak out this morning around five. Everyone is usually crashed by then. You better be there!" She said to Scott. Scott looked at her and nodded. "I gotta get back out there. Lamar want's me working the front room! He's got Yolanda showin me somethin new tonight!" Beth said standing up. Scott stared in awe as she turned her negro accent back on. She made up her face quickly and stepped back into the front room buck naked.

Scott stood up and combed his hair

quickly. He opened the door and stepped out into the room of people. Beth was sitting on one side of Lamar while Kitten sat on the other side. Scott stepped around the couch and sat down beside Yolanda again. Lamar was busy with his lips locked to Kittens little mouth. The innocent girl sat submissively with out resisting. Beth leaned up against Lamar as though she were his pet.

"There you are honkey! You lucky you

didn't get yo dick cut off walkin round here alone like that!" Lamar said as he broke his mouth loose from kitten and looked at him.

"I just went to the bathroom. There was a line." He mumbled.

"Well we gotta go, The rest of the

evening is just for my possie. No honkys aloud to bang with the possie!" He said as he stood up. Scott followed him into the front room with Beth under one arm and Kitten under the other. He paused in the middle of the large living room, his possie crowded around the room sitting on the beaten old couches and chairs.

"Make room brothuhs!" Lamar shouted

above the noise. The room immediately quieted down. "make room on that couch for my girl Vanilla here!" he said. He led Beth over to an opening in the couch before them and Beth sat down between to large men wearing sun glasses and stocking caps.

"My girl Vanilla is pregnant with my

boy! And she ain't gonna be working the streets much longer!" I want you boys to show her a good time tonight and get that booty loosened up! That girl gonna need a big pussy to have my boy so stretch her out!" He shouted.

"Come on!" Lamar shouted to Scott. He

followed Lamar out of the house as the room full of men surrounded his wife. He heard shouts and cheers of lust as the door closed behind them.

Scott sat silently in the Corvette as

Lamar made a round of the neighborhood. He watched Lamar nod approval to each of almost ten women on the streets. When he returned to the motel parking lot, Scott climbed out and returned to the dingy motel room across the parking lot. Lamar drove off back to his house down the block.

Scott sat down in the rusting LTD and

looked at his watch. The dial read 4:45. He wiped the windshield with his sleeve to wipe away the morning dew, then he started up the tired old engine. As he pulled out of the parking lot, he sighed in relief that all of Lamar's girls had went in for the night. The streets of the hood were almost empty now. Scott hoped they would be empty enough to make his escape.

He pulled onto Lamar's street and slowly drove through the neighborhood, passing Lamar's corner house and turning around at the intersection. He pulled the LTD up beside a black Mazda parked in front of the House. Lamar's Corvette sat in front of the Mazda. He let the engine idle as he looked at his watch. It was 4:50. He surveyed the house. All the lights were off and no noise at all sounded from the walls that earlier thundered with rap music. Scott crossed his fingers and waited.

Scott saw the dingy curtains of an

upstairs room rustle just after his watch read five in the morning. He reached across the car and opened the passenger door in anticipation. He looked out the rapidly fogging windows and realized his hands were trembling terribly. He waited. And he waited some more. He looked down at his watch and realized ten minutes had passed since he saw the curtains rustle.

The loud clap of a gun reverberated from the house. Scott froze in fear as he stared at the house. He saw a flash of white light as another gunshot thundered from the house. He heard a loud shriek followed by moans of agony. The front door of the house swung open and he watched Beth fling herself out just to trip and fall from the porch, nude. Scott pushed the passenger door open and screamed out shrilly in fear. Beth pulled herself up and ran to the car. Scott let go of the brake just as she dragged herself bruised and scraped into the car. Just as he pushed on the gas pedal, Lamar emerged from the front door holding a large chrome revolver.

"Oh Shit!" Scott shouted as he felt the old car lunge forward. Beth had curled up on the floor in a fetal position. The passenger door slammed shut under the motion of the car. Another loud clap and Scott flinched in agony. The rear window of the car shattered from the gun shot. Scott felt blood dripping from his ear. "Oh shit!" Scott cried again as he reached under the seat. Beth stared up from her position on the floor, thinking Scott was dead.

Lamar climbed into his Corvette, followed by James in his Mazda. Scott looked into his rear view mirror as he stopped to turn onto the main avenue. Lamar was in pursuit and closing fast. The narrow streets of Lamar's neighborhood were crowed with parked cars on each side, affording room for just a single car to pass in some places. Scott was waiting for Lamar to approach one of these crowded spots when he pushed the button on the small black box. From the box was an antenna. The man Scott had bought the device from promised it would have a range of nearly a mile. Scott needed a lot less then that because Lamar was a stones throw from him now. He held the button down and waited, Sweat beading on his brow.

"Shit! Work you Damnit! Work!" Scott

cried as he held the button of the transmitter down.

"What are you doing! Drive! He's gonna kill us!" Beth screamed wildly from the floor of the car. Scott glanced down at her just as the flash went off. The small package Scott had stuffed under Lamar's seat went off. The dark tinted windows of Lamar's Corvette lit up like a light bulb just before the cloud of smoke pushed out the windows. Scott sat frozen as the car rolled head on into a rusty pick up truck parked on the curb. A smile appeared on his lips momentarily, then disappeared.

"It didn't work! Damn it! He sold me

junk! Why didn't it blow up!" Scott shouted as he pushed on the accelerator of the old LTD. He looked in his rear view mirror and watched Lamar fall out of an open car door, dazed and shook up, but not dead. Scott pulled onto the main avenue and sped off toward the expressway, hoping James was unable to follow.

Beth emerged from the floor ten minutes later, when she heard Scott pressing down on the accelerator to get on the expressway. "Did you do it?" She mumbled through trembling lips.

"I did it." Scott said through equally trembling lips.

Beth sat down on the couch staring at

Scott, "I had to fuck em all night long. Lamar was celebrating my joining the gang. They rocked my booty till almost four. I thought they were gonna keep going till you showed up. I was just gonna stay there cause you never would have got away if the whole posse was up!" Beth said with a half hood accent, half college girl talk.

"Well your free now. You don't have to talk that way anymore. Were gonna have to get you to a doctor now." Scott said handing Beth the blow dryer. She had showered and put on her old cloths. Scott could recognize his familiar wife in the cloths, but her face betrayed her hardened street ways.

Beth lost Lamar's child. The doctor said it was because of the fall, but it could also have been because of the withdrawal symptoms. Beth behaved crudely the next week. Scott took off from work to take care of her. Beth switched completely back to her Vanilla whore personality twice, trying to get him to give her some crack. Scott bore the news that Beth had three major sexually transmitted diseases, but he was grateful that none of them was AIDS. He made sure she took the antibiotics like she was instructed.

Two weeks later, Beth had died her hair back to her natural brown. She was unable to keep her mind off the crack long enough to go out and shop with Scott, and they were able to discuss the plans of bringing her out of missing and presumed dead status. They both agreed that it was best to keep the hood a secret from their families. So together they fabricated a story of amnesia and spending the time in a homeless shelter.

Life returned to normal again. Scott

returned to the firm, and started taking on new cases. Beth retuned to college to get her degree.

The End