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(MMF, nc, rp, v, 1st, mc) *** I don’t know where to start something like this; where do you begin when your world has just turned to shit? I Guess I can start when it wasn’t so bad. I’m a junior here at NYU and live in a two-bedroom shit-hole that I once shared with a best friend, David, from back home in Ohio. He failed-out this last semester and went back home, so I was forced to get a new roommate on short notice. Well, into my life walked Marcus Brown. He wasn’t a student, but worked as a bouncer at one of the local college bars. He seemed like a bit-of-an-arrogant, chip-on-his-shoulder black guy. But I needed a roommate ASAP, and had to overlook it. It didn’t take long before things got tense in the apartment. You see, I’m a virgin, white-boy from Ohio, and soon found out he was a drug-addicted Bully. The first time it came up was when I needed to get money for the rent. He told me I could cover him this month - - or I could get my ass kicked! The only thing I had going for me was my longtime girlfriend, Katie, who went to school in Ohio where we grew up. I’d met her when we were both six years old, when she moved into the house next to mine. As we got older our friendship became love, and when I was fourteen, asked her out for the first time. From that day on we were like one, and spent every moment together. You can probably imagine how hard it was to leave her and come here to school. Katie came to visit me as often as she could during the time that David was still here and he didn’t seem to mind her hanging-out and staying at our place. So, when she said she was coming, I figured it was ok. It’s not like we’d keep my new roommate up with the sound of us having sex; the most we’d ever done was her giving me a hand-job through my pants. I didn’t even think to ask him if he’d have a problem with it. When she got here we spent the first day just talking. Then Marcus got home from work and the problems started right away. When he came in, I could tell he was high. He noticed us sitting on the couch and said, "Who’s the lady?" I’d already told Katie about him so she’d be ready. "This is Katie, my girlfriend, she’s here visiting me for the week." He looked her up-and-down, which made my stomach turn. Don’t get me wrong; he should look because she’s beautiful with her long, bright-red hair and small, petite body, but I just didn’t like the way he looked at her. When he asked, "Where’s she going to sleep," I told him, "In my room -- with me." "I don’t think so, if a woman stays in this apartment, it’s going to be in my room!" I thought he was kidding at first so I laughed, which pissed him off and he punched me hard in the face. I saw stars for a moment. He then kicked me hard in the stomach. Katie ran to my defense, grabbed his arm and said, "I’ll sleep in your room, just stop hurting him!" He stopped right away. "At least one of you crackers got half a brain." He then spit on me and turned to Katie. "I’m tired from hitting this fag; let’s go to bed, bitch." He grabbed the love of my life by the arm and led her toward his room while I followed their movement with my eyes. She gave me a final, "I love you; I’m sorry look," as they disappeared down the hall. I then heard his bedroom door close. The sound made it seem so real, and my heart still aches a little, thinking about it. The next thing I knew, I was making my way to my room and out the window to the fire escape the rooms shared. Once outside, I went to his window, and was thankful he was a guy that used a nightlight. He was lying back on the bed naked, with a hard-on that was huge and very dark. My little Katie was sitting on the edge of the bed sobbing, still wearing her clothes. The window was open just enough that I could hear everything they said. He said to my sweet virgin Katie, "Turn around! I want you to watch me jerk-off!" "No way," she replied between sobs. "I’ve never even seen one before." "That wasn’t me asking! "You turn around now, bitch, and take your shirt off too! I want to see your little tits." She did nothing at first, but when he gave her a little kick in the back, she quickly pulled her shirt over her head. It was the first time I’d ever seen her topless – I’d felt them, but never seen them naked. The she turned and faced the drug-addicted asshole. "I know what you need girl. Get up here." He patted the bed next to him while reaching for a pipe on the night stand. Katie shook her head "No," as she moved to sit next to him. "Here, at least try it like this." Marcus took a huge hit from the pipe and put his mouth over hers. She tried to pull back but he held her firmly. Now, Katie’s a girl who won’t even drink coffee because caffeine’s a drug and he was forcing her to smoke -- I didn’t know what! Then he let her go and she pulled-back coughing out clouds of smoke. Then for the next few minutes he simply waited, spending the time just jerking-off while looking at her tits. Katie’s eyes began to go glossy and she started to rub her hands together. He finally noticed her drugged state and said to her, "Yeah girl, you like that heron, huh?" I started to freak-out! Oh my God, she could die at any moment, but all she did was shake her head, "Yes," and lay back on the bed. Then she said something that shook me. "Can I have some more?" "Ok, when we’re done here." "Just no sex -- I’m saving myself for my wedding night with Greg." Marcus pulled the blanket over them and they started making out. He made some sort of movement under the blanket and she told him "No" a couple of times -- then gave in. Then, what looked like a blanket fell from the bed and I heard Katie’s voice again. "No way!" I was glad for a moment to hear her say that, but only for a moment because then he said, "If you want more when we’re done…" "Fine, but that’s it, o.k.? I can’t believe I’m going to do this; I’ve never done this before." As her head disappeared under the blanket, I repeated her phrase to myself. "No way! Then I saw what looked like her head under the blanket start moving up and down – right where his cock should be! Then the sounds started to come through the window -- the sounds from every porn film I’ve ever seen -- the slurping -- his slight moan! "That’s it girl. You’re not bad at all." There was a loud slap and Katie sobbed again. "That’s what you get when you use your teeth! Now come up here next to me and stop your fucking crying!" She did as she was told. They started making-out again, when part of the blanket pulled-back and I saw Katie’s pretty, little foot. Her little toes curled-up and she let out a moan. I figured he was touching her under there when he said to her, "See baby? You’re getting wet." At that point he moved between her legs, and she let out a little scream and started kicking her legs. Grabbing her by the chin and kissing her he said, "Let’s have some fun." It looked like he was doing something between them with his hand, and at that point she started to protest and kick again – until the blanket was knocked off of them. Oh, sweet Christ no, she was completely naked under the blanket! That wasn’t a blanket that fell; it was her pants and underwear! I tried to open the window to get in, but it wouldn’t move. I tried once more, much harder, and it still didn’t move -- but the fire escape did! It only moved a little but it was enough to knock me off balance, and I felt myself falling off our four- story fire escape! The next thing I knew, I awoke in a hospital. It turned out I had fallen and broken my right leg and got a bump on the head that put me out for three days. Once I got all the paperwork finished, I headed back home, hoping all I had seen was a result of hitting my head, but all the lights were out and the house was empty. I was still a little groggy so I decided to take a nap, and eventually woke up to the sounds of fucking. I made my way to Marcus’s bedroom. The sounds of them going at it got louder the closer I got to the room. I tried the door and found it unlocked, probably because they didn’t know I was there, and opened it just a crack. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dim light, but when they did I could see Marcus’s big ass humping up and down between Katie's legs. She had her arms and legs tangled around him. I heard him say to her, "Where do you want it baby?" "In me baby. Don't take it out!" I quietly closed the door and hurried to the bathroom to throw-up. When I was done I returned to my stop in the hallway and cracked the door again. "Where is that fag of a boyfriend of yours?" "Our deal was that you wouldn’t talk about him. Now give me my fix -- I gave you my pussy, and remember I get extra for letting you cum in me." At that point he produced a needle. She held out her arm and he proceeded to shoot her up, but almost immediately she seemed to pass-out. I went back to my room, took a few of the pills they gave me for pain, and fell asleep. Upon awakening, the light was shining through the window and I heard the sounds of fucking still going on. After packing some clothes into a bag, I opened the door to leave and noticed that the TV was on in the living room -- Marcus was there watching it. He smiled when he saw me and said, "Hey fag, if you want to know, she’s in there getting us a fix." So, not only is she fucking him, but she’s his dealer too! "I don’t care where she is your now," I managed to say. He laughed and said, "I also want you to know the first time I tried to fuck her, she cried and called out for you." Then with a puff of his cig, "I just want you to know it took me two days of shooting-her-up to break her. The only way I got her to give-in was to tell her we’d look for you when we were done." At that point the bedroom door opened and four large, black men walked out. One that looked to be at least 450 pounds of fat said to Marcus, "That bitch has a tight asshole!" My once-innocent Katie then ran out of the room naked and jumped into Marcus’s knee. She had track-marks on her arm and a huge, fresh tattoo all the way around her neck that read, "Niggers Bitch." I also noticed that she had fluid dripping from her ass and pussy, which ran all down her legs. She crawled up onto his lap, produced a bag of white powder, and said, "I did a good job; look what they gave me baby." As the other guys walked out the door Marcus pointed at me, "Look who I found, Whore," and she noticed me standing there for the first time. She ran from the room screaming, but returned in a few seconds with a sheet wrapped around her. Now crying, she looked at me and said, "Where were you, Honey?" I just looked back at her, "In the hospital, you fucking whore!" I grabbed her hand when she tried to smack me, and at that point Marcus got up. "I’ll give you two a couple of minutes, but I need her back in a few -- we have plans for tonight." Katie then told me everything. How he’d made her get the tattoo, and the first ten or so times they’d had sex he’d raped her, but at some point she started to like it. She went on to tell me that she still loved me, but she now belonged to him. For the past two days he’d told her that I’d left her, and she’d also been working the streets for him. She gave me a kiss goodbye and told me that she was too far gone for me to love her. She ended by admitting that she thought that she was in love with him! Marcus reentered the room and whispered something to her. "Not in front of him!" "What did I tell you about back-talk?" he yelled as he punched her in the stomach! She doubled-over onto the floor immediately and sobbed, "I’m sorry, Baby," then proceeded to open his pants and give him oral in front of me. I grabbed my coat and walked out. I couldn’t find a new apartment right away, so was forced to share this one with them for the next two months, and during that time had to watch them fuck almost nonstop. After the first month Katie came into my room crying and said to me, "Marcus is trying to sell me to one of his friends because I’m pregnant!" That was the last time I ever talked to either one of them. A month later I had a new place. I saw a picture of them in the paper about two years later and read the story that Marcus and Katie both were killed in a shoot-out with cops over a drug-bust gone bad. They left behind four kids. Not really the happy ending I wanted for the both of us. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 41