Lipstick Diaries Part 2

by Anthony Whyte

  The dude shook his head impatiently, but he didn’t say another word. The sight of that girl-on-girl had him so turned-on, his dick was throbbing for release. He began unconsciously stroking his own member to please himself.

  Cherry kept riding Taj’s face, grinding her juices all over her nose and chin. She was taking advantage of the situation. Taj was seething underneath her, but she kept on licking the smelly pussy. She couldn’t see with Cherry’s ass plopped in her face, but she felt another guy mounting her. He pawed her breasts, and then he penetrated her and started stroking real deep. He was built large, which made it worse.

  Taj was tied down to the table with her legs open, so she just laid there and said her millionth prayer that she didn’t catch AIDS or something from those niggas.

  More of the dudes wanted to participate, but there were limited holes for them to penetrate. One dude hopped up on the table too, and stuck his dick in Cherry’s mouth. She just grabbed it and started sucking it like a lollipop, and kept fucking Taj’s face.

  Another dude yelled out, “Yo, I want that pregnant bitch!”

  Cherry overheard him, and said, “Word, go get that bitch! I want her out here. She gon’ taste this pussy too!” She went back to sucking the dick she had in her hand.

  Two of the goons, Lefty and Rell, left to get Jill. She had been sitting in the dark for too long. Jill was relieved to see light when they opened her door. The men untied her, and told her to follow them. Jill didn’t know where they were taking her, but she had one request.

  She said, “Excuse me. I’m sorry, but I gotta pee.”

  The men just looked at each other. “Ahight, ma”, the taller one named Lefty said. They led her to the bathroom so she could relieve her bladder.

  After Jill used the bathroom, they told her to take off her clothes. She looked at them puzzled, and shook her head. What the hell was wrong with them? Couldn’t they see that she was pregnant?

  Lefty made a face. He said, “I didn’t ask you. I ain’t never hit a pregnant chick before. I wanna try that pussy. So just listen to what I tell you. Don’t gimme a reason, shorty.” He showed her the gun in his waist.

  Jill saw that he wasn’t kidding. She searched the other guy’s face for some sort of sympathy, but there was none there either. She didn’t want these niggas to hurt her baby, so she had to do what they said. She took off her blouse, and then she hesitated.

  Lefty nodded at her, encouraging her to finish undressing. Jill reluctantly removed her skirt next. The other goon, Rell, took the liberty of unfastening her bra himself. He was anxious to see those big, milk filled jugs. When he got Jill’s bra unhooked and slipped it off, his tongue hung out like a panting dog. He palmed her tities and squeezed her nipples until they stiffened in his fingertips, and then he bent down and sucked on them one by one.

  Jill recoiled in disgust, and tried to push him away. Rell laughed, and told her they were going to a party. He and Lefty forced Jill down the hall to the room where the action was going on. Jill was nervous before they opened the door, but she was in no way prepared for what she would see next.

  In the room, there was a crowd of excited dudes standing around a table watching something. When the door opened, they all turned around and whistled at Jill, with her filled out pregnant hips and breasts. They all went wild like she was fresh meat.

  Jill focused in on what they were watching on the table. Her jaw dropped in shock. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Taj was tied up on the table, naked and spread-eagled, and there was a guy having sex with her. But worst of all, that nasty bitch Cherry Coke was sitting on Taj’s face, moaning and bucking like she was cumming. The other thing Jill noticed was the crazy looking guy with the gun pointed at Taj, forcing her to do it. Jill was afraid—very afraid. Her heart went out to her friend, and she prayed she wouldn’t be subjected to the same degradation.

  Jill had the feeling her prayers would go unanswered. This was evident by the seven guys groping her tities and ass. She knew they were going to rape her. They had guns. There were four visible in the room, so she knew she didn’t have any wins. Just like Taj, she knew she was doomed.

  Cherry hollered out in bliss, as she came all over Taj’s face. Taj had eaten her pussy real good, just like she ordered. The sound of Cherry yelling out in pleasure caused the guy who was stroking Taj to increase his rhythm. Now he was about to cum. He pulled out, and shot all over Taj’s stomach. Jill watched in horror, and realized that they weren’t using condoms. What the hell type of freak show was this? She wondered in fear.

  Little did Jill know, a lot of the gang already had sex with Taj nine or ten times. And less than half of them had bothered using a condom, even though she had begged them all to.

  Cherry got up off Taj’s face with legs that trembled. She slapped Taj lightly across her face, and stroked her hair.

  “Good girl. You made mommy’s pussy feel so good. Now you get a treat. You get to get your pussy licked too…By her.”

  Cherry pointed at Jill, who just stood there looking at her like she was crazy. Cherry said, “Bitch, did you hear what I just said? Get down and lick her pussy!”

  Jill said, “Hell no! That’s like my sister!”

  Cherry said, “Bitch, I don’t give a fuck if she’s ya’ mama! I said get down there and eat that pussy. It got a sticky glaze on it for you too,” Cherry smirked.

  She was referring to the many different types of semen on Taj. She was covered in cum punch. Jill went wide-eyed with fear, backing up, and shaking her head. Taj pleaded with them too. She was embarrassed that Jill had seen her that way, especially with Cherry sitting on her face. But there was no way they could do each other. They were best friends, and as close as sisters. She hoped because Jill was pregnant, Cherry would just let it go.

  Cherry wasn’t letting anything go. She took the gun back from Face, and pointed it at Jill. She smiled wickedly, and walked over and placed it on her belly.

  “Bitch, I said eat that pussy, or I’ll blow your fuckin’ baby head off! Get on your mothafuckin’ knees now!”

  Cherry knew what she was doing would destroy their friendship, and was just being spiteful. If those bitches didn’t start coughing up some answers about Butch’s money, they wouldn’t live long enough to enjoy their friendship.

  The dilemma Jill faced caused tears to flood her eyes. Cherry was trying to make her do some foul shit, especially with that semen all over Taj. The thought made Jill sick. She doubled over and threw up right there on the floor.

  The sight of her barfing didn’t stir any emotions in Cherry, a cold bitch with no heart. She told Jill pointblank that if she vomited again, she would kill her. Then she ordered her to get over there and lick that pussy clean.

  The dudes were yelling, “Do it! Eat that pussy! Do it!”

  Tears streamed down Jill’s face. She realized she didn’t have a choice. She stood in front of Taj, who she could see was crying too. She didn’t want this anymore than Jill did. What type of shit were they caught up in? Those mothafuckas were sick.

  Cherry Coke hit Jill upside the head with the gun to give her a final warning.

  “Bitch, keep playin’ with me…! You think I won’t kill your fuckin’ baby?” she said cocking the gun.

  Jill took the hint. The knot Cherry just put on the back of her head was throbbing like crazy, and she didn’t want to be subjected to anymore violence. She had to worry about her unborn child. Her baby had been through enough. That day was his father’s funeral. Jill slowly bent down and looked at Taj’s vagina. Cherry Coke pushed her head inside, smearing the semen all over her face.

  Jill vowed not to swallow that disgusting stuff. She closed her eyes, and began to lick her best friend’s pussy at gunpoint. Taj just laid there with here eyes closed. They both wondered if they were ever going to face each other and how.

  Cherry leaned down and watched Jill closely, scrutinizing her every move. She coached her, and made sure she was doing it right.

  “That’s right
, lick it. Hold that pussy open. Now suck on the clit. That’s right, bitch! Suck it!”

  When Cherry was finally satisfied that Jill was doing it right, she got down on her knees in front of her, and parted her pussy lips. Jill looked down and saw that Cherry was preparing to eat her out. That bitch was sick. She was a straight freak.

  Cherry had never eaten out a pregnant girl, so she was curious to see what flavor that milk was. She spread Jill’s pussy open and stuck her tongue all the way inside. She didn’t come up for air until Jill’s legs started trembling. Her pussy had a distinct flavor to it. Cherry wanted more. She tongued it for a few more minutes, before she stood back up on her feet.

  She noticed that Jill wasn’t making Taj squirm yet, so she spread Taj’s pussy lips for her, and showed her how it should be done. Cherry sucked on Taj’s pussy for about thirty seconds, and then she made Jill do it again the way she showed her. Jill just wanted to get it over with, so she did what Cherry said. It must’ve felt good to Taj because now she was breathing real heavy. This dude walked over, and started rubbing his dick across her lips while he was jerking off.

  Jill kept her eyes closed, and kept on licking Taj the way Cherry instructed her too. Taj moaned softly a time or two, and the flavor down there suddenly changed. Jill realized she must’ve made Taj cum.

  Cherry noticed Taj’s body twitching too. She liked to see that. Now it was her turn. She jumped on top of Taj and spread her legs open, so that her pussy was right in Jill’s face too.

  Jill looked real hesitant, but Cherry pointed the gun right at her head.

  “Eat me, bitch! Don’t worry, this shit’s good for your baby. Pussy is full of vitamins and minerals.”

  A few of the men laughed, and tugged on their dicks. They were anxious for the opportunity to fuck Jill. They had all heard about how good pregnant pussy was.

  Cherry grabbed the back of Jill’s head, and forced her face in her pussy. Jill gagged and choked, but Cherry wouldn’t let her up for air. She traced the gun along her ear. Jill got the picture, and went to work. She fought the bile that kept rising in her throat. She sucked on Cherry’s clit, which caused her to moan loudly. Taj just laid there underneath Cherry while Jill licked her pussy. She was still tied up, and very helpless.

  Lefty watched Jill’s peanut butter colored ass up in the air while she was bent over eating Cherry out. He wanted to be the first to fuck her. He walked up behind her, and slid his dick inside of her. She was already wet and slippery from Cherry eating her out. His entry was a breeze. He palmed her tities, and stroked that pussy deep.

  Jill started crying again while she was raped and forced to lick Cherry’s smelly box at the same time. Her name should’ve been Rotten Cherry, Jill was thinking, feeling like she’d lost all her dignity. All of her self-respect was gone.

  And more alarming, she and Taj were in a situation where they could easily be killed. These mothafuckas were crazy. They had killed Jeff’s mother at his funeral, and his grandmother too. And they would kill them too, without a second thought. This wasn’t a game.

  The men had a field day molesting, degrading, and sodomizing Jill the way they had done Taj. After having an outright orgy with all three of the women, they began to disperse and retreat to their beds. Most of them were weak and sleepy from all the freaky sex they had participated in.

  The horrendous torture had lasted over three hours. After it was over, Jill was escorted back to the other room she was in, and retied. They left her alone, filthy and naked.

  Butch didn’t have anything against Jill and Taj. His only concern was that three-hundred grand that Bless and that dead nigga Jeff burned him for. Those girls just messed with the wrong dudes. But those bitches still hadn’t given up Bless’ whereabouts. As far as he was concerned, the team could have their way with them.

  Butch ran a tight ship. Anyone who crossed him got it in the worse way. His team of goons was loyal, and they followed his orders. He treated them all well in exchange.

  An hour later, Butch gave Taj another opportunity to give her man up. They tried calling that nigga, but his calls were going straight to voicemail. Taj was allowed to speak again. She was desperate to save her and Jill’s lives, so she looked at him earnestly and lied.

  She and Jill’s lives depended on it, so she promised Butch that she would get his money. Taj convinced him that she needed to be let go, so she could go set Bless up.

  In her heart she didn’t really believe she could pull it off. She didn’t even know where he was, but had to do something. She hadn’t seen Bless since the day after Jeff was killed. They had argued about his decision not to attend the funeral. She had thought that was fucked up, and a real sucker move. Now Taj wished she and Jill hadn’t attended either.

  After much deliberation, Butch decided to let Taj go. He didn’t have many other options to get at Bless. He had already sent a team of goons to his mother’s house, but the apartment was empty when they had arrived. The occupants had vacated the premises in a hurry. They had waited hours, but no one returned. Butch guessed that nigga Bless was smart enough to get his moms out of harm’s way. That nigga knew how he got down. Butch warned Taj that if she didn’t come through for him, he would be sure to kill Jill and the unborn fetus.

  Taj begged him to let her take a shower. Though his eyes remained cold and expressionless, he gave her permission. He had cameras hidden in the interrogation rooms, and had seen the inhumane way in which she and her pregnant friend had been treated.

  He was turned off by the display of unsafe group sex, and not the least bit interested in participating. But Butch wouldn’t have participated in such festivities because he wasn’t that hard up. He was just cold. The type of nigga to pimp on a bitch stone cold in chilly blood, that was who he was. Calling him icy was a real understatement. The only reason he was allowing Taj a shower was because he couldn’t stand looking at her cum-drenched body.

  Taj was grateful and scrubbed her skin so hard, she almost took a layer off. She tried to put it behind her, but knew she would wear the scars from that brutal rape the rest of her life. Taj cried her heart out in the shower. The tears streaming down her face was immediately washed away by the rapid running water.

  After Taj got cleaned up, Butch ordered his driver to take her home. Before releasing her, he again warned her not to try anything funny. He was letting her call it, and a bad choice would end in Jill and her baby’s murder. Taj could tell from the steeled look in eyes, he meant it.

  He walked her over to the room Jill was in and told Jill what it was. He said, “I’m letting your homegirl go, so she could get my fuckin’ money. She has to point me to that nigga. If she doesn’t, you and your baby is dead.”

  He grabbed Taj and hurried her along. Taj would never forget the look on Jill’s face watching her leave. Her eyes had pleaded with her to save her and her child.

  After Taj got away, she was torn. She wanted to go back and save Jill but she knew that if she returned they would both be dead. Taj’s heart ached for her dear friend and what she knew was to become of her. The thought was sad but it was something she would have to live with if she couldn’t come through. Damn, what could be done?

  She vowed to kill that bitch Cherry one day for violating her like that.

  An hour later, after making twenty seven unsuccessful attempts to contact Bless, Taj sat in her bedroom crying. She tried to be strong, but knew what a fucked up predicament she had left Jill in. She couldn’t go back. She couldn’t get a hold of Butch’s money. She had to get out of town. There was no sense in both of them being killed. Taj shook her head in disbelief and disgust. What she had just been through was crazy. At the same time, she had to hurry and make moves. She figured it was only a matter of time before Butch sent his goons over to collect his package. Jill’s life was in danger.

  Taj packed as many clothes as she could stuff into an overnight bag and small suitcase, and hopped in her jeep and pulled off into the night. She hated to leave, but she knew that her
days were numbered if she stayed.

  It didn’t take Butch long to figure out that he had been burned. He was totally remorseless in his decision to do away with the pregnant Jill. Jeff had fucked him, and this was his way of making him pay for generations. He would kill this unborn seed that he hoped was a boy. Butch had to send a message that he would take out nigga’s namesakes, if they crossed and violated him.

  He glanced at his watch for the umpteenth time. Time was up. Taking a deep silent breath, Butch mentally counted to ten. That was it. Taj hadn’t called him or named any contact. That bitch must have thought he was joking or something, taking his threats idle. She must have been out of her mothafuckin’ mind! He mused, scratching his chin and staring out the window with his arms folded.

  Anyone who had dealt wrongly with Butch knew that wasn’t a good sign. Pondering, crossed arm stance, and the chin scratch, meant that he was contemplating the way a person was going to die. This particular time it was Jill’s fate he was sealing. He already knew she had to go, but it was just a matter of how. Butch decided to make it quick. From what he had seen on the cameras, she had been tortured enough.

  Jill was untied and taken from the room. She began to panic because she knew where they were taking her. It became harder and harder for her to breathe with each step. Her stomach was cramping. She could feel her baby balling up inside of her. It was as if the fetus sensed danger and it was trying to find a corner to hide.

  Jill stared down at her belly in horror. She placed her hand over the gunshot wound, like she was trying to stop her baby’s life from draining through it. She kept praying that God was with her. Standing there frozen in fear for a minute, she didn’t feel her baby moving anymore.

  For nearly nine months Jill had carried the fetus inside her. She had a real connection. Jill didn’t feel it anymore and knew. Her eyes watered up at the thought. Her heart was broken.