out her plea.
Her legs flailed around until she got her feet
under her. Feet planted, she raised her body from
the bed. Her hair still encased in Bobby’s fist, she
was naked and bent over backward standing on
the bed. Bobby’s other fist, still holding the gun,
landed a crushing blow to her arched mid-
section. His punch robbed Debbie of her
momentum and she splashed, defeated, onto the
bed. He jerked his hand loose from her hair and
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spit on her face before he jammed the grimy gun
barrel between her eyes.
“Gettin’at dick in ya mouf get y’all excited
bitch?” He goaded while he caught his breath.
The drugs had stolen his stamina, but that only
made him work harder and grow more agitated
and angry. He punched her in the face. When she
opened her mouth to cry he jammed four fingers
of his left hand into her mouth and gripped her
chin with his thumb. With her jaw in his grip he
ripped her head from the bed. Sitting her up
straight on the rumpled bed, he slapped each side
of her face with the backside of his right hand
that still gripped the snub nose .38.
He shook his head and roared, “You never fuckin
learn,” as he leaned his weight forward and
rapped her in the face with the gun again. His left
hand still held her mouth open and her head up.
Her head unable to recoil from the shock, her
face absorbed the full intensity of the blow. The
butt of the gun split her face open below her eye.
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The blood raced down her cheek and pooled with
her tears in Bobby’s palm.
“I tol’ ya ya better learn from this boy. Now don’
say a gotdamn word. N’don’ think of fuckin’
wit’me again,” he yelled as he pounded his fist
into her face again.
Bobby stared at Debbie and growled while
flipping the gun back into position pointing at my
penis, “Now you fuckin move or I’ma shoot this
mufucka’s dick
off
!”
He turned and ripped me from the floor and
stood me on the bed next to my bleeding mother.
He grabbed my penis between two of his giant
calloused knuckles. He jerked my body toward
Debbie.
With a slap that rocked her body backward he
demanded, “Take this mufucka’s dick in ya mouf
and get it hard.”
He swung his arm and jammed the gun between
her legs where my face had just been and asked,
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”Or‘m I gonn have to kill him and fuck you wit’
my piece?”
The words hung in the air, and I waited for her to
do something. Bobby gave me a last tug that flung
me against my mother.
Her hair was still in her eyes, and her face was
smeared with blood. I was afraid as she jostled
around on the bed to get her bearings. I tried to
balance myself, as the bed bounced under my
feet. Bobby saw me falling and jerked me back
up. His open hand rocketed a blast to the side of
my head as he yelled, “Stay up mufucka!”
“Come here baby” Debbie cooed as her shivering
hand gently cradled my penis. She did not look at
my face.
I reached out and put my hands on her bony
white shoulders as I tried to balance myself
upright. I moved slowly toward my mother as her
hands reached around me and grabbed my legs. I
thought I was safe and hoped it was over when
suddenly I felt warm and wet. I wiped my eyes
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clear and saw my mother’s forehead pressed
against my belly. She had me in her mouth and I
could feel her tongue flicking back and forth. She
cried and convulsed as I rested my body against
her.
Bobby reached down and cleared Debbie’s hair
from her face. He pulled the crusty hair from her
forehead and cheeks. She whimpered and
squealed from the pain. When Bobby could see
clearly that Debbie was doing as she was told, he
laughed and slapped my bare backside. My skin
had only just begun to warm up and was cut all
over. His slap sent a tearing pain straight through
me. Debbie bit my penis as my body slammed
into her face. I grunted the pain away with my
mouth closed tightly. Bobby backed off to take
another snort from the dresser. His hands
fumbled around the dresser top; he picked
something up and then stepped in close to the
bed. He stroked Debbie’s head lovingly from her
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forehead back. When his hand reached the top of
her neck, he pushed her head against my body.
I stood on the bed still holding my hands on
Debbie’s shoulders. She was warm and sweaty.
The heat felt good against my body, sore from the
barrage of pain. I didn’t completely understand
what was happening. I had watched Debbie do
this to Bobby and many other different men, and
I knew what it had done to them. I wondered if I
was supposed to like it too.
Stepping back to survey his victory, Bobby put a
joint in his mouth and through pursed lips cooed,
“Yeah baby, ya got that little piece’a dick in ya
mouf like ya mean it,” he paused to light the
reefer.
“That’s all I want baby,” he said while inhaling a
huge drag to keep his joint lit.
“Ya do as ya told,” he coughed, “and it’ll be
alright.” His voice cut through the air, now
thickening with smoke.
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Bobby sat down in a chair against the wall behind
me. He reclined as he smoked his joint. The air
was heavy with smoke, and while I rested against
Debbie’s head I felt a strange sensation in my
penis. Nearly simultaneously Debbie pulled her
head back away from my body and began to gasp
for air.
“Ho – lee shit!” Bobby said with a chuckle.
“Ya got that damn thing hard like I knew ya
would,” he congratulated her.
Debbie wiped her mouth while I stood between
her legs on the bed. Poking out at Debbie’s face
was my penis. It was pointed straight into the air.
I had never seen it look that way before, and it
was bigger than I’d ever seen. My tiny erection
was very exciting to Bobby who rushed from his
chair to see. As he approached the bed, he held
out his hand that held the lit joint.
“Ya wan’ hit this shit?” he asked while holding
the joint out to Debbie with a smile. She reached
for it, and he pulled it away. He put it to her lips
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and let her drag. Bobby liked to accent his cruelty
with a fleeting show of kindness. She leaned her
head back to blow out the smoke after several
hits. He grabbed her dangling hair and swung her
body around so her head was facing the top of the
bed. She jutted her arms out and scurried on her
hands to avoid being entirely dragged. She bent
her legs and crawled away from me like a crab.
“Now is for real, bitch. Show me. Show ME how
you gonn’ fuck. Now, you love dis mufucka so
much you gonn’ fuck him right here’n now, come
on bitch.”
Debbie choked and began to cry but before the
first tear came the gun reappeared, the hammer
cocked back and the room went silent.
“You done all that work now you gone finish it.”
He picked me up as I stared at my two-inch
erection. He placed me gently on top of my
mother, my face between her breasts. I turned my
head to the side and closed my eyes ready to fall
asleep. My eyes reopened quickly when the rough
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palm of Bobby’s hand cradled my head while his
strong stiff fingers raked through my hair and
ripped me from rest.
“You’re gonn’ do as I tell you or I’ma fuckin’ kill
you, you un’stand me mufucka?”
Turning my eyes from his I tried to maneuver my
tired, aching body into the position I had seen so
many men take on top of my mother.
My hands sank into her soft, hollow torso as I
tried to raise my body. Reaching down for my
mother’s hips I trusted that she would not let this
happen. Debbie’s arms were snaking their way
toward me as my eyes begged her to make it stop.
Her bony arm locked and lifted my chest from
hers while her fingers, like tendrils, wrapped
themselves around my penis. Her quivering hand
jerked my penis back and forth. Her head
twitching violently, she was never able to fully
touch her lips to my face as she leaned down to
kiss me. Through spit and tears she whispered,
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“I’m sorry…” then her lips disappeared inside
her mouth.
My back was sagging from my weight and
exhaustion. My hands pressed painfully onto
Debbie’s stabbing hipbones. As I entered her, she
placed her hand firmly on my backside and
pushed my body into hers. Our bodies were
connected, and I started to cry.
Suddenly the room was ablaze with light, and a
blistering snap cracked through the smoke filled
room. In Bobby’s menacing grasp was the red
bandana from atop the lamp. Through squinted
eyes I watched him flip his mighty wrist. Then the
bandana whipped across my face, stinging the
dried cuts and tearing them open once more.
“What the fuck you cryin for boy?” The words
choked out of his mouth as he held in the smoke
from his joint.
“Boy you losin that cherry wit my favorite bitch,”
was all he had to say before he slapped me again.
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Debbie’s pubic bone jammed into my belly and I
was nearly thrust off of her, but Bobby’s hand
forced me back into her. After several gut-
wrenching thrusts and head slaps, I recognized
the rhythm and fell into step with her. Debbie’s
face was discolored and sunken like the dead
woman’s I had seen several weeks earlier. She
made no sound, but I could see her chest heave as
she breathed laboriously.
Bobby continued hitting my head but gradually
eased the intensity until he was only slapping out
Debbie’s rhythm as if it were a drum. He was
standing beside me, hitting me with his right
hand on the back of my head. He held his joint
firmly in his left. He was stoned, but he dragged
on his joint until it burned his fingers and lips. In
the heavy gray air, Bobby knocked me off of
Debbie and slid himself into position on top of
her and began tenderly kissing her face.
His kisses fell sloppily across her torn, bruised
face. She cried silently while his body slithered
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atop her paralyzed frame. His leathery hands
groped her battered skin. Carelessly his giant
palms molded her bloodstained face, stretching
the flesh apart where the butt of the gun had cut
her. His fingers ripped through her matted
scarlet hair, pinning her head to the bed.
“Oh… baby… I… love… you…” He said, half
paying attention. His head nodded back and forth
as he held her head firmly to the bed. Debbie
offered no resistance to the mauling. Bobby’s
backhand had sent me to the floor on the right
side of the bed, where I was an insensible heap.
“Baby, baby, baby, ya know why I love you?
Cause you do what you tol’ and you aint no
bullshit,” he whispered with his head swaying.
“Where dat fuckin boy? Mufucka get up hea’.
You gon’ see how a real mufucka do dis shit.
Right baby?” The snap and unzip of his pants
rang in my ears as he gave the order. I pushed
myself from the floor in time to see Bobby pulling
his pants down over his backside, his filthy white
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underwear peeling off his skin and snapping
inside the pants.
“Pull deez pants off me boy,” he demanded as my
head appeared at the side of the bed. Holding
tightly to the mattress, I hoisted myself from the
floor and traveled around the side of the bed.
Bobby’s feet were soon in my face. I released the
mattress and grabbed for the pant legs hanging
off the bed. Stepping back I tugged at the crusted
blue jeans. Exhaustion made my hands burn as I
gripped the fabric. Leaning backward the pants
slowly came free from his ashy legs. My back
clumsily smashed into the chest of drawers.
“Get’yer ass up here boy. You gon’ watch me
give it’ta ya mama so ya do it right next time,” he
growled looking back at me, still holding her head
to the bed.
“Shut up bitch,” he yelled as Debbie began to
whimper. He bounced her head on the bed as he
rocked his shoulders forward. I pushed myself
from the dresser to the bed and carefully climbed
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onto the foot of the bed while trying to position
myself as far away from Bobby as I could. He
reached back with his right hand and got a hold
of my hair and smashed my face into my mother’s
hipbone, “Watch ri’there mufucka and don’
move!” he ordered. My head rested against my
mother’s hip and I watched as Bobby jammed his
erect penis inside my mother as she squealed and
began to cry again.
Over and over he thrust his penis into her. When
her cries became louder he pounded his fist into
her face and commanded, “Bitch, you better be