by Sa'id Salaam
“Very nice!” Killa applauded when his children demonstrated their newest karate moves. They’d already showed off the A’s they’d received in the time since his last visit.
Yolo glanced at her watch and smiled. It was almost their bedtime and she’d have Killa all to herself. She counted down the minutes while her loved ones wrestled on the floor. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five…
“Bedtime!” Yolo cheered causing her kids to groan. “Daddy will read you guys a story while I fix him something to eat.”
Killa smiled wickedly and carried the twins up to their rooms. Between karate class and Yolo refusing to let them take a nap, neither lasted to the end of the story.
“I thought you were fixing me something to eat?” Killa asked as he entered her room. Yolo was butt naked, striking a pose in the center of the bed.
“I did,” she replied and spread her legs wide. Her bald vagina looked like a fresh juicy nectarine. Killa liked nectarines so he moved in for a taste. He peeled off his clothes as he approached and took position at his plate.
“Mmm,” Killa moaned as he tasted her sweet nectar. Yolo moaned even louder as she reached the first of many orgasms.
“Put it in!” she demanded after he’d sucked a third nut out of her juicy box. She pulled him upward and guided him inside. Killa didn’t last a full minute inside her quivering box before he came.
“Damn it, man!” he shouted at his premature ejaculation.
“Don’t sweat it, good pussy will do that,” she assured him. It ain’t bragging when it’s the true, so Killa just nodded in agreement. They cuddled up and enjoyed the warmth of each other’s body heat.
“I brought you something,” Killa remembered.
“I know,” she giggled and reached for his dick. “My favorite.”
“Well yeah, that too, but I got a hit from the hotline that I think you’d enjoy. There’s a dastardly dentist who desperately needs deadened.”
“It would be my pleasure!”
Chapter 4
“Just a little prick. You won’t even feel it,” Dr. Alexander assured his patient as he administered the sedative. A simple anesthetic would have sufficed but then he wouldn’t be able to spend quality time with his sexy young patient.
He had been treating sixteen-year-old Amy since she was six and he’d waited and watched as she grew. He figured since he waited until his patients were sixteen or over, that he wasn’t a pedophile. That was debatable, but he was definitely one sick dude. Volunteering in a low income clinic provided a steady flow of disposable victims.
Black and Latina girls had been complaining for years about their suspicions, but no one listened. During that time, he’d deflowered dozens and impregnated dozens more girls as he molested them while they slept. Nope, no one listened except Killa.
“I thought you said I just needed a filling?” Amy asked, but it was too late since he’d already sedated her, causing her to doze off and miss his nefarious answer.
“You don’t even have a cavity,” he chuckled as he pulled her pants off, “but you’re about to get filled, though.”
The dentist snapped a few pictures of the young girl’s privates to share publicly. He then leaned in gave her a few licks as foreplay, leaving saliva behind to ease his entry.
“Oh, another virgin!” he exclaimed as he struggled to get inside. The girl frowned in her sleep from the pain of being raped. When she awoke, she was fully dressed and sore.
Amy went home and found blood and semen in her panties. Shock and embarrassment sent her rushing into the shower to scrub away any traces of what happened. She called the police but Detective Alexander told her that she’d probably dreamed it. And without any evidence from a rape kit, she couldn’t prove it. It was all bullshit but he wasn’t going to arrest his own brother.
Amy decided to go to the 1-800-Killa site to vent. She’d reported the dirty dentist as well as the crooked cop. Now Killa and Yolo were on the case and they were both in trouble.
****
“Doctor, your three o’clock is here,” the clinic’s receptionist announced into the intercom. She turned her head to point out the way and Yolo shot her in the neck. Luckily for her and her next of kin, it was just a tranquilizer. By the time she awoke, Yolo would be done and long gone.
Taking the last appointment of the day meant that the office would be empty. Now no one would be able to hear the doctor’s screams, and he was definitely about to scream. Yolo loaded another dart into the tranquilizer gun and crept forward. The receptionist had dozed off before she could tell her which room the doctor was in, so Yolo had to hunt him down.
“Hellllooo, Doctor Alexandeeerrrrr,” Yolo sang as she peeped into an examination room. The room was empty so she moved on to the next. Three rooms later, she finally located the dentist looking at the fake X-ray she’d sent in. The teeth were perfect but the file said that she was seventeen so she was getting put to sleep.
“Miss Jackson?” Dr. Alexander greeted with a smile. She looked a little older than seventeen but she was still pretty, so nothing changed. Then everything changed as she whipped up the gun and shot him in his neck too. He felt the effects of the tranquilizer immediately and knew he was in trouble. “Uh oh.”
“Uh oh is right!” Yolo laughed as she rushed in and quickly prepped him for surgery.
****
The Alexander brothers obviously hadn’t gotten enough attention from their mother as children. This resulted in them both preying on women and young girls as adults. The dentist put young girls under while the cop was a bully with a badge. He routinely patrolled lower income areas in search of prey. The tables had finally turned and today, he was the prey.
“Jackpot!” Detective Alexander cheered when he saw Joyce walking down the street. He’d arrested her several times already for turning tricks without a pimp. The local pimps paid a tax in cash and flesh, but Joyce felt like she was exempt since she was free agent.
“Ain’t nothing happenin’! I’m just goin’ to the store,” Joyce insisted when the cop pulled up. She was liar, but this time she was actually telling the truth. Her last arrest had gotten her sent to rehab and she was now clean.
“Sure you are,” he said as he hopped out of his car. He then came around it and performed an illegal search for drugs.
“I tol’ you I ain’t doin’ nothin’!” she challenged when his frisk came up empty.
All he’d gotten was a free feel and he wasn’t satisfied with that. “Oh yeah?” he chuckled and went into his pocket. He fished around until he found a small bag of crack. “Well, what is this then?”
“That’s that bullshit is what it is,” Joyce groaned.
The cop unbuckled his cop pants and whipped out his little cop cock. Joyce let out a sigh as she sank down slowly to her knees. His penis was so tiny that she’d have to suck it like it was a straw.
“That’s it,” Detective Alexander laughed as he thrust into her face.
He was having a great time, until alone came a killer.
****
“Yeoooow!” Doctor Alexander yelped when he was abruptly awakened.
Yolo had given him a diluted dose of the tranquilizer so he wouldn’t sleep as long as his receptionist. The dull pain of getting his dick cut off had snatched him from his slumber.
“I bet,” Yolo giggled and dangled his dissected penis in front of him.
The doctor squinted at the familiar penis then glanced down to confirm that it was indeed his. “Yeoooow!” he screamed again upon confirmation. A raggedy void between his legs gushed blood in sync with his every heartbeat. Luckily for him, he didn’t have many heartbeats left. He tried to get up but discovered that he’d been securely strapped in place.
“In we go,” Yolo sang as she stuffed his dick into his mouth. He tried to move his head from side to side to prevent its insertion. The movements reminded her of when Sun was a baby and she’d fed him split peas. “Your patients didn’t want it in their mouths either!”
“
Mph ghrb,” he protested when his dick reached tonsils. His struggles slowed along with his heartbeat, then they both suddenly stopped, putting an end to the sexual predator.
****
“Mm…mm…mm,” Detective Alexander moaned as he drew near his climax. He was so close; too bad he wouldn’t make it. “What the…”
“Fuck?” Killa laughed at the cop’s reaction to getting doused with the cold liquid. He made a move for his gun but it was down at his ankles. Joyce jerked away, managing not to get any of the liquid on her in the process.
“Gas?” the cop asked when he processed the smell.
“Yup, premium. Only the best for you! Gonna send you away in style,” Killa replied.
“Away? Where am I going?” the cop asked. It was a rhetorical question designed to keep the man talking. He needed a second to make another play for his gun.
“To hell, you son of a bitch!” Joyce growled. She saw an opportunity to spit in his face and took it.
“Actually, we don’t know where he’s going. God is so merciful that he could actually be forgiven. That’s why I’m gonna burn his ass now!” Killa growled. The wise man understood that God’s mercy triumphed and prevailed over his wrath.
“Let me!” the rehabilitated woman demanded. Killa shrugged and tossed her the lighter. The cop ducked as the lighter sailed in the air and went for his gun. He didn’t make it.
“Yeooow!” the cop wailed when the fire engulfed his head and torso.
The spectators cheesed widely as he danced along with the flames. The burning man took off running, which only caused the oxygen in the air to fuel the flames. Finally, he fell face first and finished burning to a crisp. Killa and Joyce shared a silent nod that spoke volumes and about-faced, going their separate ways.
Later that night, Yolo and Killa giggled at their handiwork on the nightly news.
Chapter 5
Bo-Bo Creekmore was the school bully. By the age of nine, he was still in the first grade. The man-child was as tall as a fifth grader and already had peach fuzz under his chin. His mother Mia was M.I.A in the streets, so he had no lunchbox full of food, no clean clothes to wear, and no pencil or paper to write. He was a have-not, so he took from those who had. Sun and Shyne had, so he set his sights on them.
“Here we go again,” the school’s security guard groaned. He had been keeping an eye on the bully so he saw him as he approached the twins. The boy would fight him too when he attempted to stop him from beating up the other kids.
“Here he comes,” Shyne warned when she saw Bo-Bo moving rapidly towards them.
He liked to tease and taunt the twins by sticking his face in theirs while calling them names. The names didn’t bother them as much as his tart, government cheese smelling breath did.
“Good,” Sun growled. Karate Joe had just taught them how to make a weapon out of regular, everyday items. A newspaper rolled tightly rolled up became a nice Billy club. Glass bottles became knives, and metal lunchboxes were just that, metal lunchboxes. Which is exactly why their father had bought them.
“Dumb and Blind, Dumb and Blind,” Bo-Bo taunted. It was actually the start of what would one day be a successful rap career, but not today. Today he was gonna get his ass whipped.
“Wait for it. Wait…for…it,” Shyne giggled as the bully drew near.
The point of no return was marked by an invisible line. Bo-Bo didn’t see when he crossed it but he damn sure felt it.
He leaned in as Sun swung an Aqua-Man uppercut. The ‘clang’ of metal meeting teeth rang throughout the crowded cafeteria. Bo-Bo’s front teeth somersaulted in slow motion through the air. Shyne followed with swing of her lunchbox that landed a Wonder Woman hook that left the bully shook. The bully was now totally confused since no one had ever stood up to and fought him back before. He whipped his head around in confusion. Seeing the security guard, he took off towards him for help.
“Un uh,” Sun said, and clipped him before he could get away. The twins proceeded to stomp and kicked the bully into submission.
Karate Joe had taught them that a half-kicked ass had the same effect as no ass kicking at all, so the twins made sure that they kicked his ass thoroughly. The bully curled into a fetal position to escape the brunt of the onslaught.
“Do something!” one teacher shouted to the security guard.
“I am!” he laughed and kept right on watching. He even pulled out his phone to capture the beating. He had been pulling the bully off other kids for years so he figured he had it coming.
“I’m sorry! I won’t mess with y’all no more!” Bo-Bo pleaded. Sun looked over at Shyne who shook her head no and continued the beating.
“Okay, that’s enough,” the security guard reluctantly said. He then radioed for the nurse and took the twins to the principal’s office.
****
“I need to speak to your father! What’s his number?” the principal demanded. Shyne peeped that she’d picked up her personal cell phone to make the call instead of the school’s phone, but was too young to figure out why.
“He doesn’t live with us all the time,” Sun blurted before his sister kicked him in his leg. That was family business and not to be shared.
“We don’t know his number,” Shyne cut in. It was true since their wanted father changed phones and numbers frequently. Their mother made sure to keep his number updated in their phones so that when the pushed the contact named Daddy, it was Daddy.
“Well, I guess I’ll have to call your mother,” Miss Hunter sighed and picked up her desk phone.
“Hello,” Yolo said when she answered. She braced herself just in case it was bad news. Killa had made her promise not to run up to the school every time the twins had a problem.
“Mrs. Forrest, your children got into another fight! They jumped on another student and beat him pretty badly,” the principal said with far more attitude than necessary. She’d purposely used the children’s last name to remind their mother that she wasn’t married to their father.
“Nothing to be concerned with. Like you said, kids fight,” Yolo said, throwing the principal’s words back at her. It was no big deal when her children had gotten beat up, now she wants to be concerned. “Ta-ta!”
“Hello? Hello? No this bi-,” Miss Hunter said, and stopped when she saw the twins staring at her. “Go to class! And when you get home, tell your mother that metal lunchboxes are no longer allowed at school!”
****
Yolo breathed in a huge sigh of relief when she heard the hissing brakes of the school bus. She could never relax until her babies were safe and sound at home. After all, she had cooked a few kids in her day.
Sun and Shyne bounded happily inside of the house. They were always elated to see their mother, but their big sister Christi was home for the summer.
“Hello, Mommy…Christi!” the twins cheered and pounced.
“Ugh! Hey, guys!” Christi groaned under their combined weight. She squeezed her beloved siblings then pulled away when she saw the blood. “Is this blood?!”
“It ain’t ours!” Sun said proudly.
“We had to put the smack down,” Shyne explained. “Oh, Mommy, we need new lunchboxes. And they have to be plastic!”
“You’re not going to say anything?” Christi exclaimed. She couldn’t believe how nonchalant Yolo was about her children coming home with blood on them.
“’Bout what?” Yolo shrugged.
“Um, about these two jumping on kids and beating them bloody with their lunchboxes, maybe?”
“Oh, yeah. You guys go to your rooms! Get changed so we can go to Chuck-E-Cheese,” the proud mother proclaimed.
****
With Christi home for the summer, Yolo enrolled her in karate class. Karate Joe was delighted to have another student and Yolo was relieved she would learn self-defense. Once class was underway, Yolo eased off to do some exploring. She crossed the courtyard and entered the building Sincerity once lived in.
“I should have killed you when I had
the chance,” she sighed. She was inside with her but had spared her and her children.
“Can I help you?” the new tenant asked when she opened the door and saw Yolo standing there drooling.
“Huh? No!” she said, embarrassed, and took off.
“Where you been, Mommy? You missed it,” Shyne pouted when Yolo reappeared.
“We learned how to do a fake kick, then come up with the real one,” Sun declared.
“I’m sure it won’t kill me to have missed one lesson,” Yolo replied. She was wrong, dead wrong.
Chapter 6
“Nope,” Sun protested when Miss Hunter tried to put him and Shyne in separate classrooms at the start of first grade. “We stay together!”
“Why, because your mother said so? Well, your mother does not run this school! I do, and…”
“Actually, our dad said we have to stay together,” Shyne said as she checked her reflection in the glass.
“Your father?” the principal gushed, batting her lashes and smiling. “Well, that’s a different story.”
The worst thing that she could do was have the teacher put one in the front and the other in the back of the room. Shyne was a teacher’s pet anyway so she rushed to a seat in the front of the class. The bad boys played the back, so Sun headed on back. This way he could goof off in peace.
Sun saw an empty desk next to a new kid in the class. The handsome boy had thick cornrows running down to the middle of his back. He seemed unimpressed and unconcerned with what was going on in the class as he sat drawing pictures in his notebook.
“Don’t sit next to him. He’s artistic!” a small time bully named Antron warned.
“He is?” Sun asked, looking at the stick figures on the paper. “If that’s artistic, then I must be Picasso.”
“Who?” the bully asked, as if he would have understood the answer.
“Nobody,” Sun replied and went to work goofing off.
He tried to anyway but the bully’s taunts began to piss him off. The victim didn’t seem fazed by the wisecracks, but Sun, on the other hand, didn’t like it one bit. He was taught to mind his business, but he’d also been taught that oppression was worse than slaughter.