Lipstick Diaries Part 2

by Anthony Whyte

  “Where the fuck is that nigga Bless at?”

  Taj and Jill both shook their heads, and shrugged. They really didn’t know. Both of them were terrified. After seeing them niggas shoot Jeff’s mother and grandmother, they knew they would kill them without a second thought.

  Butch wasn’t buying it. He ordered Loc to get the girls, so they could kidnap them. Those bitches were going to give up some mothafuckin’ answers. He had lost a lot of money, and somebody was going to get his shit back.

  Loc snatched Taj and Jill up outta the front pew. They were both scared to death, but Taj was more afraid for Jill because she was pregnant. Again, she told Butch they didn’t know anything. Butch silenced her with a deadly look. He warned Taj that if they didn’t tell him where Bless was, he would have bullets put in her, Jill, and her baby. That was the last opportunity he gave them to speak. Neither Taj nor Jill uttered a word.

  Butch could see that these broads weren’t going to assist him voluntarily. He was rapidly running out of patience with them. Butch was a real dangerous, but quiet dude. He wasn’t much of a talker, but people listened when he spoke. And those bitches weren’t going to be the exception to that rule. They were going to give him the information he needed. He would make sure of that. He ordered his lieutenants to march them out of the church. There were two bulletproof, gray vans with tinted windows waiting outside.

  Butch had been the last man to enter the church, but he left out first. He and his two second in command exited the church with the girls next, and the rest of his troops moved out behind them.

  On the way out, the last goon on the back of the line, named Lefty, noticed an old gray-haired man dialing on his cellphone. Lefty paused, and mercilessly put a bullet in grandpa’s face. He did this as a warning to the others to think twice about calling the police. After a final steely glance around the church, he exited without a word.

  Outside, Taj and Jill were seated in the back of one of the vans. They were surrounded by machine gun toting thugs. Taj glanced over at her homegirl. It was dark inside because the van windows were tinted real dark. She couldn’t really see Jill, but she could feel her next to her shaking like a leaf. Jill must’ve been real nervous. The last words she mumbled to Taj were, “Yo Taj, if you know where Bless is, you need to tell these niggas. I’m about to have my baby.”

  The women were driven to what they would later learn was the T.B.G. headquarters, thrown into separate dark rooms, and bounded to chairs. They would find out soon that the rooms were for interrogation.

  Butch decided that they would lean on Taj first, because he had a feeling she knew more. She had to because she was fucking Bless. He locked Jill in a room alone. Butch figured Taj needed a little persuasion. He sent for his resident down bitch, Cherry. After her psycho, gotsomethin’-to-prove ass got a hold of Taj, she would realize the realness of the situation.

  A short time later, Taj was sitting in the dark tied up when the room door opened. Her eyes squinted from the sudden light. She could make out a chick entering with two dudes behind her. Taj was approached by Cherry Coke, the self-proclaimed first lady of T.B.G. If a lady was what you could call her.

  As soon as she came in the room, she placed her gun on Taj’s temple and demanded to know where Bless was. Cherry Coke was skied up off cocaine and was mad hype. She wanted to show Butch and the rest of the team how much she repped for T.B.G. For those two reasons, she got real extra with Taj. She knew that bitch knew something. She was fucking that nigga.

  “Taj, you funky-ass bitch…! You better give that nigga Bless up, ‘fore you fuck around and be the guest of honor at a funeral, like the one we just left.”

  Taj didn’t say anything. She wasn’t talking to anybody, she didn’t give a fuck. Not even Butch. It was hard to ignore Cherry because her breath was hot as a fire breathing dragon’s, and stinking so bad it was nauseating.

  Cherry Coke got fed up with Taj’s silence, and hauled off and smacked her across her face. She hit her like she was trying to take her head off. Afterwards, she said, “Now do you hear me talkin’ to you, bitch?”

  Taj spat blood to her left. Cherry Coke had caught her good. She wanted to jump up and beat that coke-head bitch’s ass, but she was tied up. A gun was also pointed in her face. Plus there was an armed man in the corner of the room. Taj knew the odds were stacked against her, but she was going to get Cherry back. She would make it a point. That crackhead bitch’s ass was hers. Taj silently put that on her deceased mother.

  Cherry Coke looked at Taj expecting to see fear, but that wasn’t what she saw in her eyes. It was hatred and resistance. The bitch thought she was hard. Cherry wanted Taj to fear her. She was the first lady of T.B.G. They were the most feared crew in all of Brooklyn, and she demanded respect. Cherry Coke slapped the shit out of Taj again.

  Taj had eaten one hit. She let that bitch rock. But after that second slap, she was vexed. Her first reaction was to hock spit in Cherry’s fucking face. After Taj’s spit splattered across her face, Cherry quickly wiped it off with the back of her hand. She said, “Bitch, I’m a fuckin’ kill you! Do you know who the fuck I am?”

  After that, she took the gun and busted Taj upside her head. Taj’s hands were tied, but she leaned back and kicked that bitch Cherry in her midsection. She wished she was free so she could beat that bitch.

  Cherry doubled over in pain. After a second, she came back up with the pistol and clocked Taj in the face. She hit her in the nose that time. Taj saw light for a minute, and excruciating pain spread across her face.

  Cherry spat, “Bitch, you wanna fuckin’ die today? Do sump’n else and you gon’ get your death wish. I will kill you, stupid-ass bitch!” She glared at Taj. “I got sump’n for you, bitch.”

  She took a walkie-talkie from her hip, and called for the thirstiest hounds on the team.

  There was lots of hoopla in the streets about T.B.G. Just about everyone feared them, but it was safe to say that Cherry had exaggerated her position in the organization somewhat. She wasn’t actually a member of T.B.G. She was more like their property. They kept her around for their use, like the coke whore they had turned her into. She was passed around the crew to anyone who wanted to have his way with her. Cherry was T.B.G.’s property, and all the members had equal access to every hole in her body. She was really just a whore, who did all of her servicing in-house.

  Cherry started out as a shorty Butch was dealing with, but he soon discovered she was weak. The day he turned her out, he had caught her stealing coke from his stash. That really pissed Butch off because he had already given her a nice fifty bag of snow to get right on. Butch realized then she had a nose like a vacuum cleaner. He had slapped her around a few times, called her names, and poured an ounce of powder on a tray on the table. It was a real mountain of snow.

  Butch grabbed Cherry by her hair, and pushed her whole fucking face into the pile of coke. He made her snort as much as she could before he let her up for air, and started talking shit.

  He said, “You up in here stealin’ my shit? You want some more, ho?”

  Then he shoved her face back down and yelled, “You had enough yet, huh bitch?” Since she was such a greedy bitch, he wanted to teach her ass a lesson.

  The third time he did it, he said, “Your name is Cherry, right? Now that shit is Cherry Coke. How ‘bout that? You want more, bitch? Have some more! You stinkin’, filthy, rotten bitch…!”

  Cherry shook her head vigorously. She couldn’t take it. Her nose was burning so bad, she was crying. She felt like her heart was going to bust from the rush. She wasn’t an idiot and knew snorting that much coke could kill her. She begged Butch to stop.

  “No more, please…! I’m so s-s-sorry!” she squealed.

  Just to show that bitch who the mothafuckin’ boss was, Butch mercilessly slammed her face into the pile of coke one more time. He held the back of her head so she couldn’t move. Cherry tried not to inhale, but she had no choice. She had to breathe. That last blast was so powerful, her to
ngue was numb, and she couldn’t even speak anymore.

  Butch yanked her hair hard and made her face him. He looked at her with pure disgust, and told her she was nothing but a sorry-ass coke whore. He then informed her that she owed him for all the coke she had just snorted up. Cherry was scared, and out of it. She didn’t even protest.

  Butch unzipped his jeans and let his dick loose. He demanded that she get down on her knees.

  “Come on, bitch, and pay this bill. You in debt to me… Now get down and suck my joint. Hurry the fuck up!”

  Cherry was high as hell, so she was out of it. A hard smack across the jaw by Butch put some sense in her head. Knowing the type of dude Butch was, she jumped down quickly, and did as she was told. He would not hesitate to use that big gun he kept on his hip, so she gave that blowjob all she had. Cherry was good, so she got Butch off pretty fast.

  But he wasn’t finished with her. After he shot off down her throat, he summoned all of his soldiers, and announced the opportunity for them to get right—all thirteen of them. Cherry was ordered to pleasure them one by one, two by two, and three by three. Butch stood watching the makeshift gangbang. He ignored her cries and protests when dudes were rough. Some of them strapped up, but some went raw, shooting their loads inside her.

  A couple of hours later, he told Cherry’s sore throat and pussy having ass to take a break and a shower. When she was cleaned up, he “suggested” she do a few more lines, to make herself feel better. Even though she had almost gone into cardiac arrest and overdosed barely two hours before, Cherry went for it. She got high all night, and before the sun came up, she had serviced six dudes again with no problem.

  Butch wasn’t stupid. He hadn’t just been tricking coke for the hell of it. He knew what he was doing. His plan was to pump so much coke in her system that she would spend her days trying to reach that high again. She would probably die trying. He increased her addiction level by fifty. Butch was willing to keep her around and feed her habit, but that bitch would do as he said.

  Cherry did everything he said too, from servicing his crew regularly, to even busting shots at niggas when he told her to. Cherry was gun happy, and had put many niggas who fucked up Butch’s money in the wind. Niggas ran without firing back. The streets knew she was T.B.G. property. She was a bitch with a pass.

  Cherry loved doing dirt with Butch. They only shared personal time together when he gave her one-on-one talks, to go over her assignments. Cherry was so dependent on Butch, and eager to please him, she never fucked up what he told her to do.

  That’s why she took this Taj situation very, very serious. If Butch wanted answers, he was gonna get answers. Cherry knew how to make that bitch start singing. If Taj could stand up to what she had in store for her, she was one bad bitch.

  Taj was a stand-up chick. She wasn’t going to talk. She was from Brooklyn. BK didn’t raise no rats. That was the code of the streets and it was inbreded in her. But there was only so much a woman could take. Taj was stripped naked, and tied down horizontally, with her legs open. Her wrists and ankles were bound. Cherry kept hitting her, spitting on her, and inserting foreign objects into her vagina. She fucked her with a broom, a cordless phone, a big wax candle, and she even tried to stick a sneaker in her pussy. The sneaker didn’t fit, so she stuck the candle back in. Cherry even went so far as to light the end of the candle that was sticking out. The men standing around whistled like wolves. Cherry had been violated by the dudes in that house so much, it was nothing for her to violate another bitch. She was putting on a real show for the gang.

  She told the fellas she was about to have some birthday cake, and that nasty bitch bent down and started eating Taj’s pussy. The men went wild, and that caused her to really go in. She spread Taj’s vaginal lips so that her clit popped out, and she hungrily sucked on it.

  Cherry, a bisexual, was enjoying herself. Fresh meat was tasty, especially with Taj bucking in protest. Meanwhile, the candle in her pussy still burned.

  Taj vomitted from Cherry’s stink mouth on her twat. She had never been with a girl before, and the fact that it was this coke-whore-bitch, she was planning on killing, made the act a turnoff. If she could’ve gotten loose from the ropes she was tied in, she would’ve killed the bitch right then.

  Cherry could see that Taj didn’t approve, but she was going to make her like it. She was going to turn that bitch out. She snatched that candle out of Taj’s pussy, and walked around in front of her. She wrapped her arms around her thighs so she couldn’t move, and pushed her face in Taj’s pussy. She ate Taj out with fervor, in a way she knew was good to her. Cherry Coke looked up at Taj, and said, “Say you like it, bitch! Say you like the way I’m eatin’ this pussy!”

  Taj was so mad tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. She bit her lip in anger, and stared at that bitch coldly. She rolled her eyes, and hissed, “Fuck you bitch! Hell no! I don’t like that shit! You fuckin’ nasty dyke!”

  Cherry bit down as hard as she could on Taj’s inner thigh. Taj yelped in pain. Cherry laughed, and said, “Don’t scream, bitch. You gonna like it. You gonna love it! Watch! And if you don’t, I’m a blow your mothafuckin’ head off.”

  Cherry parted Taj’s pussy with two fingers, and she bent down and tongued it for a few more minutes. She slipped four fingers in and out, and stuck her thumb in her asshole.

  Taj just laid there with her eyes closed. There was nothing else she could do. She felt like a filthy exhibit in a freak show. The gang members surrounding them rubbed their crotch in anticipation. Some of them were literally drooling.

  Cherry was concentrating on Taj’s clit. To Taj’s dismay, it started feeling good—real good. She tried to fight it, but she felt an eruption mounting in her groin. Taj bit her lip to keep from crying out. Against her will, she came hard. She was shaking.

  Cherry had eaten a few pussies in her time, and she knew when a chick was cumming. Taj’s juices were flowing. She could taste them. Cherry continued to lick her clit rapidly, forcing her fist in her pussy. Taj squirmed and cried out in pain, but Cherry wouldn’t stop. She fisted Taj’s pussy deep. She had her whole hand inside of her.

  Taj would never admit it, but she had never experienced such pleasurable pressure. Against her will, she came again. Cherry could feel her pussy walls contracting on her hand. After a few more seconds, she noisily extracted her fist from Taj’s soaked tunnel.

  Cherry stood up, and smiled at Taj coyly. She seductively licked two of her fingers.

  “I told you, my little, slut bitch. I knew you’d like it. Now lick your cum off my fingers, and see how good you taste.”

  She walked over and smeared Taj’s pussy juice all over her lips. Taj turned her head, but she couldn’t escape the sticky film Cherry smeared on her face. Cherry wanted to eat that pussy again just to show that bitch, but the natives were restless. By now, the men were groping and pawing both of them, especially Taj.

  That was where the pleasure stopped. The men pinched her nipples and roughly squeezed her breasts, and jammed their filthy fingers in her ass and pussy. When she resisted, Taj was beaten, and then raped repeatedly. They had their dicks all over her face and lips. One after the other, they shot semen all over her body, inside and out. Before it was over, one mothafucka even peed on her. Taj was humiliated so badly, she wanted to die.

  Before Taj knew it, that bitch Cherry climbed up on the table. She stood over her and smirked. Then she squatted putting her ass on Taj’s face. Taj turned her head and fought as hard as she could, but Cherry plopped her stinking, rotten, funk box right in her face. Taj spit, and gasped for air.

  “Get the fuck off me! You stink-pussy, dyke bitch! I’m a kill you, hoe! That’s my word!”

  Cherry grabbed her hair, and said, “Bitch, you better shut the fuck up, and eat this pussy. Kenny, gimme that fuckin’ gat…”

  Kenny passed Cherry the .45. She cocked it, and stuck it right to Taj’s temple. She stared down at her coldly.

  “Bitch, I said eat. And you bette
r do it good as I did you. You don’t fuckin’ stop until I get up and tell you to. You hear me?”

  Against Taj’s will, she had to lick Cherry’s stinking slit. There was no way in the world she could pleasure her wholeheartedly. She just couldn’t. But Cherry dug that steel gun barrel into the side of her head. Taj was afraid that crazy, coked-up bitch would make a mistake and pull the trigger, so she gave in.

  “Alright, get that fuckin’ gun out my face, bitch! Alright…!”

  Cherry gave her a warning look, and hesitantly passed the gun to Face, another one of the goons.

  “Face, do me a favor. If it don’t look like I’m enjoying myself, put a bullet in this bitch’s melon.”

  Face had a crazed look in his eyes like he would do it. Taj knew she was surrounded by stone cold murderers, and she believed he would. Cherry wrapped her fist in Taj’s hair, and directed her face back to the place.

  Taj was afraid for her life, so she swallowed the vomit that rose in her throat and started lapping Cherry’s pussy like a kitten on a bowl of milk. She tried to hold back as much as she could, but Cherry commanded her to suck on her clit.

  Taj closed her eyes and tried to use her imagination. She had to pretend she was doing something else—anything else. She would’ve rather eaten a bowl of hyena shit then Cherry’s diseased bat cave. She almost threw up again, but took a deep breath and shook it off. She placed her lips on Cherry’s clit and sucked it gently, pretending it was ice cream of her favorite flavor. It was hard though, because of the foul smell.

  After a minute, she heard moaning. She guessed she was doing it right. She wanted to get it over with quick, so she started licking and sucking faster. Cherry was humping her face excitedly and moaning.

  One of the dudes shouted out, “Hurry up and cum, hoe! I wanna put my dick in this bitch’s mouth.” That drew a few laughs from the others.

  Cherry looked at him defiantly, and spat, “No, fuck that! Butch gave me the green light to do what I wanna do, and I wanna cum in this bitch’s face. Nigga you fuckin’ up my groove… Now just shut the fuck up, so I can cum.”