Chapter 5
She was sleeping when the man broke into room, and she had been so downed out, that she really didn't even hear him.
Selena didn't feel it, either, when the man started to tie her hands together, and then pull them up over her head, and tie the other end to the bedposts. Nor did she feel it when he took out his knife and started to tear through the thin nightie that she had been wearing.
He ripped the entire thing off, then looked down at her naked hot flesh.
Her tits, he thought, looked as good as he remembered, and there was something still so fascinating about her pussy.
He wanted her to know that he was there, and so, he walked to the bathroom, filled a glass of water, and went back into the bedroom. He poured it onto her face, and only then did she started to come around.
Att first, she fluttered her eyes open and closed, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. He had turned on a small lamp by her bed, so that there was a great deal of light in the room to see by.
When she saw him, she gasped, then tried to pull her hands free.
"Ricky, what the fuck are you doing here?" she screamed, and then, she felt him slapping her hard across the face, a number of times, as if he was not content with just one firm slap to her cheek.
"I told you that I would find you, bitch," he said to her, and he held the knife to her throat, and started to press it.
She could feel the cold blade against her throat, and she was sure that was it. Her whole life started to pass before her.
She remembered her times at home, and how much she had hated it. She had had two older brothers who were always after her, because even back then, she had been a hot blonde. Until the day her mother died, the woman would protect her, but after that, there was no one to protect her.
The first night after her mother had been dead, Selena's brothers had taken her. They didn't even have to tie her or anything.
Two strong boys against one girl was not a fair fight, and they knew it. "All they had to do was smack her around a few times.
She had been sixteen at the time, and a virgin. Lyle, the older boy, had gotten himself nice and hard, and he had rammed his cock into her cunt with a full force. Pete had been holding her legs wide apart, because she had been struggling to close them.
More than anything else, she had wanted to keep her virginity, although at the time, she had no idea why.
Of course, had it saved her from the pain of a brutal first fuck, she would have been happy. If she would have been able to keep her virginity, she might not have known the pain of being forced to take in a man, and the blood, too.
For they hadn't really cared much about her. All that they had cared about was getting their rocks off, and when her brother started to pull back a little bit, and saw that there was red blood all over her cunt and his cock, he kept going. It didn't seem to make any difference, so long as he would come.
Luckily for her, he had come fast, otherwise the pain would have lingered.
It was Pete's turn to take her next, and he rammed his cock right in where Lyle's had been, while Lyle moved his bloody dick to her mouth.
"Suck your blood off, and let's see if you can make me come again," he said.
They had punched her a few times to get her to open her mouth and when she did, she didn't even have to think about sucking Ins cock. He was more into fucking her face, and he was slamming his dick in and out of her mouth while he did it. She had felt like her jaw was going to split wide open.
She had hated it all, being fucked by two brothers at the same time, and when Pete had kept fucking her for a long time, the pain had increased. Although he seemed to be concerned with nothing but getting his rocks off, he did slow down when he started to pulse, which kept him from coming right away.
When his pulsations subsided, he started up with her again.
And the pain just surged through her more and more, until she wanted to die.
She felt the knife pressing against her throat even more then, and she thought that her wish, from the age of sixteen, would be coming true, years later.
But then, Ricky pulled the knife away, and she exhaled.
There was a thin line of blood on the knife, so she knew that he had cut into her neck skin, but luckily, he hadn't cut deep enough. Selena knew him well enough to understand that he wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone.
And that was why she was surprised. She remembered the way he had threatened her a few months back, and she hadn't even given two shits about his threats, which of course, only made him more pissed off with her.
"Are you coming back to me?" he asked her then, as he moved his hand to her tit.
She looked down and saw how brown his hand looked against her white tit. He started to press her hard nipple against her flesh, and when she felt it throbbing, it felt pretty nice. Of course, after a few more seconds, it was too confined, and the throbbing sensation was filled with pain, rather than pleasure.
Then, Ricky took the knife and moved it toward her pussy. He started to rub it over her cun lips, and she started to cry.
"Please, Ricky, don't cut me there. I beg you not to cut me there."
"The white bitch is begging this nigger," he laughed, and she knew how much he was getting off on it. "I warned you, baby."
She knew that he had, but she had thought she'd finally gotten away.
As he started to move his fingers down to her cunt, she relaxed a little bit more, because she knew that fingers couldn't hurt her as much as a knife. Even when he started to squeeze her love button hard, something that would probably make most girls writhe with pain, she was more grateful than anything else.
For another image flashed through her mind.
Didi. She remembered the way Ricky once had Didi tied up to a bed, in much the same way that he had her tied. He remembered the way Ricky had used these pins to keep her cunt lips spread wide apart, so that her clit was exposed.
At first, although he had threatened Didi and made her think he would harm her, he had just started to lick her clit. Selena remembered the way she had stood there watching it, and she had thought it looked hot.
Didi, in fact, had been on the bed moaning with pleasure, while Ricky's fast red tongue was flicking her clit faster and faster.
Since she had been standing by the foot of the bed, she had seen it long before he had even started to do anything.
While he had been making Didi writhe, he had been sliding his hand down to his pants, so that he could pull out his knife. Then, at a moment when the young girl must have been in the middle of coming, or so Selena assumed, because of the moaning, Ricky had taken the knife and had slit into her clit.
Didi would have screamed, had Ricky not rammed something into her mouth then to muffle the moans, at he very same second when he slit her clit.
There had been blood all over the place, but Ricky and Selena had not stayed around to see it. He had pulled himself off of the bed, and he had grabbed Selena's hand and the two of them had torn ass out of there.
Selena could never remember running so fast in her life. The next day, she hadn't even bought the papers, because she didn't want to read about the way they would treat another prostitute murder. Usually, the papers played them down.
She was never really sure that Didi had died anyway, but she did never see the girl out on the streets again.
So, for the next few seconds, Selena was relaxed, but she did remember the way that Ricky had turned Didi on, before slicing her clit, just so he could catch her off guard, and she kept thinking he would do the same thing for her.
She closed her eyes again, and thought back. After her brothers had raped her, they had just left her lying on the floor.
She had been in such pain, but they didn't care. She had managed to crawl to the bathroom, start the tub, and slide into the hot water.
As she had been bathing, she had heard them talking about how they were going to be using her as often as they wanted to.
And that was when she had made her decision. She was going to get the fuck out of the house, that night.
She left with all the money that she could find, and even went through their bedrooms and stole their money, figuring that they owed her so much.
All in all, she had five hundred dollars, and so, she came to New York.
Back then, five hundred could keep you going for about a month, if you knew how to spend it right, but she didn't.
She had taken a nice hotel, because she didn't want to stay in some ratty area of town, and she had gone to some nice restaurants because she didn't want to eat the shit food in sleazy New York diners.
Within a week, she had about thirty dollars left, because she had also gone out and bought herself some nice clothing.
Overall, she was desperate. She was looking nice, but had no income, and very little money left. Then, one night, she had been standing on Third Avenue when some man had come over to her, and asked her out for a drink.
She didn't want to tell him that she was not eighteen yet, band she thought that she would get into the bar anyway, which she did. They had a drink, and then the man started to talk with her about price.
That was what confused Selena, but she just played innocent. He offered her fifty, which she thought she was getting for having a drink with him. It was only after he started to take her back to his hotel, that she knew what he wanted.
She remembered the way she had undressed for him, and closed her eyes for him. He had moved, his cock to her mouth, and she had started to suck it, happy that she hadn't eaten anything solid during the last few hours, because, had she had something in her stomach, she was sure that she would have puked.
Luckily, she remembered he didn't want to come in her mouth, because he said something about the girls usually charging extra for two orgasms. She never would have known to do that, and chances were that. What if he had wanted to fuck her face and then her cunt, and come twice, she wouldn't have asked him for more.
But he just got himself hard, and then started to eat her cunt.
She didn't mind the way that felt. It was rather nice, in fact, and it helped her to get wet, so that when he finally slid his cock into her, it was easier for her to take it. She felt some pain when her pussy walls had to spread to take in the thickness of him, but overall, it was nothing like it had been with her brothers.
The man was tender and gentle with her, and he slid his cock in and out of her cunt slowly. She felt her pleasure rising slowly, too, and when she started to come around him, she loved the way it felt.
She hadn't come when her brothers had fucked her, and coming made fucking so much more fun, she was to learn. There was something nice about the feeling of her cunt walls clinging to his cock.
Later on, when she started to come a second time, he started to pulsate hard, and soon, he was shooting his come into her. She had closed her eyes and moaned softly as she felt his juices filling her.
After that, she showered and left, fifty dollars richer.
For some reason, and luck might have been it, she started to hang out on Third Avenue again, thinking that she would score once more. After all, that man had just come up to her, but it didn't happen again.
Two days later, after spending many hours on the street, a black man approached her, and that was the first time she had ever met Ricky.
He pretended that he was interested in her, and took her to one of the sleaziest rooms she had ever been in.
He had told her to undress, and when she did, he grabbed her. He started to pull her hands behind her back, and he tied them tightly.
Selena expected him to kill her then. Instead, he had pulled his large black cock out of his pants, and he had started to whip her face with it.
"All right, bitch, what the fuck are you doing on my turf?" he asked.
"What? I don't know what you're talking about," she said.
"Don't you bullshit me, you fucking cunt. You're whoring in my area."
"I didn't know that people had areas," she said. "I was just picked up the night before last, and I thought it was a good way to make money."
Ricky was to tell her, many times when they got to know each other, that it was her charm and naivet‚ that convinced him that she was not lying. She really seemed to be so innocent about things.
He never called himself a pimp, although, when she got into the trade later, that was what she and the girls would refer to him as. Instead, he told her that he watched over the girls, and made sure that nothing happened to them.
"Like a private policeman," he said to her. "Everyone needs protection in this fucked up city."
He had been fingering her pussy at the time, and she had been getting more and more turned on as he had done it. Soon, she had felt the way her cunt was starting to spasm around his fingers, and of course, he had felt it, too.
Then, he had started to eat her, but only made her come once.
When he had slid his black body up on top of hers and entered her, she had tried to concentrate on taking him in without pain. The thing was, his black cock was so fucking thick, that it was hard to handle him.
He knew it, too, and one of the things hat impressed him as the way she did handle him inside of her.
She started to thrust up and down a little bit, to let him know that she was getting off on the feeling of his cock inside of her, which she was. She felt the way the thick flesh brushed over her clit.
Soon, she had been coming hard, and then, she was spasming around him.
Ricky had stayed hard inside of her for a while, and when he had started to come, she had loved the way it felt. She had been moaning loud, and was so turned on, that she hardly even knew he was kissing her mouth at the same time.
At one point in her life, the thought of kissing a black man would have made her sick, but now that she was turned on, it only added to the pleasures.
He had pulled out of her then, and they had talked. First thing he asked her was whether or not she had any protection, and when she said she didn't know what he was talking about, -he had to explain it to her.
As it turned out, she had not been taking the pill or anything, and before he got her started on it, to keep her from getting pregnant, she had to have an -abortion. Whose baby it was, she would never know.
But she had only been with four men up until that point, two were brothers, one was the first trick, and the other was Ricky. One of them had gotten her pregnant, but Ricky saw to it that she wasn't pregnant for long.
Soon, he had her working off of Third Avenue. There were times when she would just be out on the street with other girls, and times when he would bring people to her.
The times when he would bring people to her were the strangest ones.
Most of them were into really weird things. One of them wanted to tie her up and suspend her from the ceiling, then whip her until she bled. She learned how to get off on things like that, or rather, how to fake things like that.
She never really liked it, but if you let the man think that you did, the tips were always that much better, and money was what she was into it for.
She got into women, too, and found that she sometimes even preferred them.
She knew that a woman wouldn't hurt her as much as a man, for there were still some men who would fuck her hard with their cocks, and she would act like she was loving it, while she hated most of what they did.
Only on occasion did she feel a surge from a cock in her cunt.
She had worked for Ricky for many years, and had seen him pulling some good numbers on people. Bad good numbers. Selena then washed away the blood, but no matter what he said, he couldn't change her mind.
"That's it, Ricky, I'm finished with all this shit. I swear to you that I am. I don't want to end up as a dead hooker."
"If you leave me, you will. You've been working for me enough to know tha no bitch walks out on me."
"I can't take it anymore. Can't you understand that?"
"Long as you got a pussy that works, you're gonna take it."
"And what if I don't?" she had asked him, and he had grinned.
"Remember Didi?" was all that he had to say for her to know that she would meet some kind of horrible end, the same way Didi had.
But she had left anyway. She had left him a note telling him that he was running off to Los Angeles to look for work in films, although she had no intentions of leaving the city. It was a big fucking city, and she knew that she could stay without ever running into him again.
She had worked for him for over six years, so she was in her early twenties when she left, and since she had no experience, it was hard to get a job.
That was how she ended up working as a stripper. Her body was still good, and she thought that it was so much better to just show her body, instead of having to let men use it in any way that they wanted to.
When she had first started working for
Jimmy, he had told her that she could make herself a lot of extra money by tricking with some of the men. Most of the girls did that, because after every act, there were usually a few men who wanted each girl.
She hadn't bothered with any of that shit. She had fucked enough for money. It was enough for her to just strip, and she could live on what she made.
Selena had been doing it now for over six months, and she had been sure that she would never see Ricky again, only now, she was scared.
"How did you find me?" she asked, as he kept fingering her cunt.
"It wasn't hard, baby. You leave hooking for stripping, and it's almost in the same neighborhood. I got connections."
"Ricky, please don't hurt me," she said to him. "Don't kill me."
"You left me, bitch," he said to her. "You left me, and I told you a long time ago that no girl walks out on me."
"I'll come back. I swear I will. I'm not just saying that. I'd rather be with you than anyone else. I know that you do some shit, but overall, you always treated me good, and I want that cock of yours in me again, also."
She saw the way he started to open his pants, and kept hoping that he would fuck her again, for she remembered the way he would always praise her. Having been with so many girls, he would tell her, it usually took a lot for him to get turned on. He needed someone really special, and he had said she was one of those special bitches.
As he started to rub his hard cock against her cunt lips, she saw the flashing blade on the bed next to him. She hoped that he wouldn't pull a Didi, meaning, that he wouldn't turn her on and then stab her when she least expected it.
He thrust his cock into her, and she tried not to think about death. After all, that was a turn-off, and she had to be as hot as she could to keep him turned on.
She started to thrust herself up and down to meet him halfway.
She could feel the way her cunt was getting wetter, and she could hear the way that he was breathing heavier and heavier.
His cock was as good as she remembered it being, and she also started to get off on the way that he was keeping her tied.
She had never really gotten into it before, and for a second, she asked herself if she was just doing it to turn herself on more, so that he would be turned on more .and not kill her, or if she really loved being bound.
She didn't really have much time to come to a conclusion.
He started to thrust in and out faster and harder, and she felt his balls whacking her in the thighs. Then, she felt his cock pulsating hard, and within a few more minutes, he was shooting his load into her.
She thought that she felt the blade being pressed into her side, but it turned out to be part of his belt buckle, for he had opened his belt before taking his cock out of his pants. She heaved a sigh of relief.
"You are still hot," he said to her, as he kissed her neck. "I'm gonna let you live, but not long, if you run out on me again."
"I swear that I won't," she said, and already she hated herself for lying.
But at least she had saved herself that time. He started to open the rope around her wrists, and then, he slapped her across the face, hard, once more. She could feel the way her cheek was swelling.
Then, he smiled at her again, and started to laugh.
"That's just to remind you of how much I can hurt you when and if I want to," he said to her. "Just keep it in mind for a long time, bitch, and don't you run out on me no more. No more."