Born Sinners

by Marlon McCaulsky

  Stacy half-awake nodded yes. “Yeah, I love you. You know that. Come to bed.”

  “How do I really know that? How do I know you’re not giving my love away?”

  His words brought fear into heart. “What are you talking?”

  “How do I know I’m the only man loving you?”

  Stacy deeply exhaled. “You’re not making any sense.”

  “Remo,” Damien said through clinched teeth.

  Stacy’s heart dropped into her belly.

  “Damien, listen…”

  “Did you tell him you love him too? Do you kiss him the way you kiss me? Do you fuck him the way you fuck me or do you really give it to him?” Damien said as he caresses her thigh.

  “It’s not like that.”

  “Oh, I think it is. Show me how you do it. Show me how you fuck him,” Damien said as he started to pull her panties down.

  “Damien, wait!” Stacy yelled as she tried to get up, but he pushed her back down in the bed. He yanked and ripped her panties off.

  “Stop it!” she shouted as she tried to kick him off of her and squirm away.

  Damien was too strong. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her toward him. Stacy swung her hand and tagged Damien in his face. Damien backhanded her across the face, and she fell back down on the bed. Before she could recover from his blow, Damien was on top of her. He undid his pants, pulled out his dick, and forcefully spread her legs.

  “Damien stop!” she cried, but her pleas fell on deaf ears as he forced his dick inside her. “Arrrraahhh!” Stacy screamed in pain as he entered her dryly.

  She was moist enough for him to enjoy it, but still she fidgeted around, trying to push him off of her. Damien gripped her by the neck, cutting off her windpipe and silencing her screams. His grasp on her neck was choking the fight and life out of her as he continued to pound in and out of her pussy.

  “You deserve this bitch! I loved you and this is how you do me! You go and fuck Remo! Bet he can’t fuck you like this!”

  Pretty soon Stacy gave into to the darkness and blacked out.

  Stacy awoke in haze and in pain. Her face and vagina were aching from Damien’s assault and rape. She tried to move her arm and couldn’t. She then saw that her wrist were bound by Ziploc ties to the pipe in the bathroom on the floor.

  “Don’t bother trying to get free. You’re not going anywhere.” Damien said to her. Tears rolled down her eyes as she stared at Damien with hate.

  “Let me go! You’re a fucking crazy psychopath!” Stacy yelled at him.

  “No, I’m just a man in love with a bitch that can’t keep her legs closed.”

  Her eyebrows crinkled, “In love? This how you treat the people you love!”

  “You brought this on yourself ma. You told me you loved me and all this time you’ve been fucking Remo behind my back.”

  “Like you haven’t been doing the same thing too. I know you been fucking some bitch you call K! You don’t love me, you just wanna own me like some dog!” Stacy yelled at him.

  Damien charged toward her, pulled out his 45, and put it to her head.

  “That’s right! You’re my bitch! You hear me?” Damien grabbed her by her face making her lips purse. “I’ve done everything for you. All the shopping sprees, fancy jewelry, everything and you couldn’t be happy with that, could you? I knew your ass was a gold diggin’ hoe and I still loved you. And you still fuck around on me! I guess you really can’t turn a hoe into a housewife.”

  “So just let me go,” Stacy said sobbing tears.

  “You still don’t get it do you? I still love you.” Damien said as he stared in her eyes. “But you gonna have to be on punishment for a while until you learn to love a nigga right.” Damien said and kissed her lips. Then he took a handkerchief and gagged her so she couldn’t scream. “I’ll be back later. When you learn how to behave I’ll take those off.” Damien said and walked out the bathroom and locked the door.

  This nigga is crazy. Oh my God please help me. I gotta get out of here, Stacy thought. For the next four hours, she tried as much as she could but she couldn’t get free. The only thing she did was hurt her wrist. She lied on the bathroom floor and cried herself to sleep. He even took the phone out of the apartment just in case she got free. Five days went by, and Damien kept her tied up in the bathroom, only allowing her to be free to take a shower while he watched her. He allowed her to dress in a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt afterwards. He would only feed her fast food he would bring home twice a day.

  “I know you think I’m a monster, but you’ll see that I’m doing this out of love.” Damien said to her. Stacy was too angry to answer him. “I know why you cheated on me. I really do. I was just so hurt at first that I couldn’t see it.”

  “See what?”

  “That I was neglecting you. You were right. I was messing around, but I was just fucking them hoes. I make love to you.” Damien told her as if it was acceptable.

  You sick mutha’fucka. You have no idea what making love is! You killed your own mother. I should have let you blow your fucking brains out! Stacy thought to herself as she ate her burger.

  A few days went by and Stacy was so emotionally drained that she stopped trying to get free and just accepted her fate. Physically her body was also depleted. Her will was broken. She thought, How could I let this happen? Am I going to die here? Dreadful thoughts filled her head until she heard a knock at the front door. Then she heard Larissa’s voice.

  “Stacy, are you home? Open up!” Larissa yelled.

  Stacy struggled with all her might to get free and scream, but couldn’t be heard through her gag. Soon the knocks stopped and Stacy sobbed as she realized Larissa had left. What little hope she had was again gone.

  Damien came home that night, opened the bathroom door and saw that Stacy was sitting on the floor quietly waiting for him. Damien had some McDonalds in his hand and her eyes lit up.

  “You’re hungry, huh?”

  Stacy nodded her head. Damien bent down, took off her gag, unwrapped the double cheeseburger, and feed it to her. Then he gave her some fries and some coke.

  “Thank you.” Stacy said to him softly.

  “You’re welcome.”

  “Can I take a shower please?”

  Damien stared at her. “Okay.”

  Damien untied her. Stacy stood up and undressed herself in front of him. Then she stepped in the bathtub and ran the shower. Damien was aroused by Stacy’s submissive behavior, and even more aroused by watching her curvy naked body. She took the soap and lathered her body making Damien’s manhood rise. Stacy looked at him as he watched her washing herself.

  “Why don’t you join me?” Stacy suggested to him.

  His eyebrows rose. “You want me to?”

  “Yeah, I want you.” Stacy said to him seductively.

  Damien smiled, took off his clothes, and stepped into the shower with her. His dick was rock hard and warm as it rubbed against her thigh. Damien took the bar of soap and rubbed it up against Stacy’s soft body. His thumb caressed her erect nipples. Then he ran the soap down her stomach and she opened her legs allowing him to massage her pussy. Damien then took his dick, rubbed her pussy, and then pushed inside of her. Stacy wrapped her legs and arms around Damien as he pinned her against the shower wall and slid his dick in and out of her.

  “I forgive you,” Damien whispered.

  “Thank you Damien.”

  They spent the rest of the night having sex in their bedroom like they did when they first got together. In the morning they woke up together in bed and Stacy smiled at him.

  “You were wonderful last night.”

  “I told you nobody could love you the way I do.”

  “You were right. I’m sorry I betrayed you baby.” She said and Damien kissed her lips.

  “I knew you loved me. It just took some time for you to see it.”

  “I’m hungry. Do you want some breakfast?”

  “Yeah, I can eat something.” Stacy got out of bed, pu
t on her robe, and went into the kitchen.

  Damien still not completely trusting her so he watched as she went into the kitchen and started to make him breakfast. A few minutes later, Stacy had made him bacon and eggs with some toast on the side. Damien sat at the table as she gave him his plate.

  “Thank you.” Damien replied.

  “You deserve it.” Stacy said as she poured him up a glass of OJ.

  She sat and ate with him. After they were done, Damien got dressed, and Stacy sat in the bathroom on the toilet lid with the Ziploc ties in her hands for him.

  Damien spotted her in the bathroom. “Why are you in here?”

  “Well, I know you still think I’m pretending to be okay and you probably think I’ll try and leave you the first chance I get. So I don’t want you to think that. I wanna earn back your trust.” Stacy said to him. Damien looked at her then walked over and took the ties out of her hands.

  “We can start trusting each other then. Just promise me you won’t leave the apartment today and we won’t need these.”

  Stacy looked at Damien and smiled. “Okay baby. I promise.”

  She kissed his lips. Damien walked out the door and Stacy walked into the living room and turned on the TV. Damien drove around the block and waited to see if Stacy would try to leave. After three hours of watching, he was convinced of Stacy’s sincerity and went back inside. When he did, he saw Stacy making lunch.

  She smiled. “Hey baby. You didn’t tell me you’ll be back so soon or I would’ve made you something to eat.”

  “That’s okay. I just wanted to be with you today ma.” He gave her a kiss.

  “I’m glad you feel like you trust me again. I just want us to go back to how we were.”

  “I just want that too.” Damien said as he caressed her face.

  18

  Runaway Love

  March 1995

  For the next week, Stacy stayed in the apartment as if nothing had happened. Damien started to really trust her again. He knew that he had taken things to the extreme, but he felt it was worth it. He could forgive her for cheating on him because he really did love her. He felt no guilt about sleeping with Karmen or about what he had done to Stacy. As far as he was concerned, Stacy was the one who had betrayed their relationship, and he had to punish her.

  There was a knock on the door. Stacy got up and answered it.

  “Where the hell have you been for the past two weeks?” Larissa asked her.

  Stacy forced a smile. “Nice to see you too. Girl, Damien surprised me and took me to Miami for a little vacation.” Stacy lied to her.

  “So you couldn’t pick up a phone and let me know? I’ve been calling you all week and all I get is a message saying this number is no longer in service.” Larissa said as she walked in. “You know Mr. Taft fired you.”

  “I don’t care about Mr. Taft or that job. We got a new phone number before we left, and I forgot to give it to you. I’m sorry. Besides, what do I got work for when I got Damien here to take care of me.”

  Larissa looked at Stacy strangely as if she’s an alien. “What’s the matter with you?”

  She smiled innocently and asked, “What do you mean?”

  “Why are you acting…” Larissa saw Damien walking out of the bedroom.

  “What’s up ma?” Damien asked.

  “Hey Damien. I was just wondering what happened to my cousin. I didn’t know you two decided to skip town on me.”

  “Well, you know a nigga like me is just unpredictable.” Damien said to her as he walked by her and kissed Stacy’s cheek.

  “I guess not. So Stacy, you wanna hook up this weekend?”

  An uneasy expression covered her face. “Well, ya know, me and Damien made plans already but I’ll call you.”

  “Okay, just call me later.” Larissa knew something was terribly wrong, but decided not to press the issue with Damien there.

  “See ya ma.” Damien said as she left.

  That night Damien decided to go to the Taft Projects to check on the boys since he had been spending a lot of time at home with Stacy. Stacy waited for an hour after he was gone to make her move. She knew Damien had started to trust her again and now was her time to leave. She waited all this time until Remo was back in town so she could go to him. She knew Remo was probably worried since she had not spoken to him in three weeks. She took nothing. She ran out of the apartment to the elevator, and frantically pushed the button. As soon as the elevator doors opened, Damien was standing there with Nard by his side.

  “Damien!” Stacy said, shocked to see him.

  Damien glared at her with rage in his eyes. Her heart was about to burst out of her chest.

  “Hey baby. Where do think you’re going?” Damien said to her through clinched teeth. The only thing stopping him from punching her out was Nard standing there.

  “Nowhere…I was…”

  “Yo, can you let me in dawg! I gotta piss like a race horse!” Saved by the nerd, Stacy thought as Nard walked by her. Damien grabbed her arm and walked back to the apartment with her.

  “Don’t think for a second this is over.” Damien whispered to her.

  Damien opened the door, and Nard went straight to the bathroom. Damien pushed Stacy onto the couch.

  “You think your ass is slick don’t ya?”

  “No, I don’t. I wasn’t going anywhere.”

  “You lying ass bitch. I’m gonna tear your ass up,” Damien growled.

  Stacy felt the rage in herself that she had been holding back for so long. She was no longer afraid of Damien.

  “There ain’t nothing you can do to me that can make me love your sorry ass.” Stacy boldly said to him.

  Damien pulled back to slap the shit out of her when Nard walked out of the bathroom.

  “Whoa, that felt good!” Nard exclaimed. “Yo, your place is phat dawg. I like this shit.” Nard smiled. “I bet you decorated this place Stacy. I know this nigga don’t got no taste like this. I bet you could hook my place up with some fly shit like this too.”

  “I guess,” she said to him.

  Damien gave her an evil grin. “Yeah my nigga, she can hook you up anytime you want her to. Yo Nard, remember back in the day how much you wanted to hook up with Stacy?”

  Nard was embarrassed. “What are you talking about man?”

  “Yo my nigga it’s alright. It’s cool. Remember the night you had the house party at your mom’s crib and I took old Stacy here up to the room and I told you how good she sucked my dick?”

  “Ah, yeah.” Nard responded, surprised at Damien’s bluntness in front of Stacy.

  Stacy glared at Damien with contempt. Damien put his arm around Nard’s shoulder as they stood in front of Stacy on the couch.

  “You know what dawg, she sucked a nigga off so good I couldn’t begin to explain to you how that shit felt. That’s why I couldn’t stay away from the bitch.”

  “Yeah, listen Dame, I didn’t mean that shit I said about Stacy decorating my crib.”

  “Don’t trip nigga. You my dawg! Because you are my nigga I want you to feel how good she can suck a dick too.”

  A look of dismay covered her face. “Oh hell naw! I don’t give a fuck what you say; I ain’t sucking that nigga’s dick!”

  Damien pulled out his gun and pointed it in her face. “Oh really bitch?”

  “Aye, Dame…Chill man. Yo, check it…I’m cool. I don’t need…” Nard tried to back out.

  “Nigga stop being so scary! I’m doing you a favor. Stacy here is an oral specialist. C’mere bitch!” Damien grabbed Stacy by the arm and shoved her down on the ground in front of Nard on her knees. “Nigga take your dick out and get some of this good brain.”

  Nard stared at Stacy on her knees and then at Damien, and realized that he’s dead serious. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his limp dick.

  “You think this is a fucking game? You better suck that dick!” Damien yelled as he put the gun to her head.

  Stacy turned, grabs Nard’s dick, put it in
her mouth, and sucked the tip.

  “Come on suck that shit like you mean it. We ain’t got all night.”

  Nard’s dick quickly became fully erect as Stacy took more of him in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down his member.

  “Yeah, that’s it. That’s what you do best, ain’t it?”

  Nard’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as Stacy sucked and slurped his dick.

  “Oh shit!” Nard groaned pleasure.

  “What I tell you nigga, she the best!” Damien made her continue to suck Nard off for the next five minutes until he came in her mouth.

  Stacy had never felt so humiliated and degraded in her life. Damien sat on the couch and watched. His dick became hard. Nard pulled out of her, zipped up, and then sat in the chair. Part of him felt bad that Stacy was forced to go down on him, but on the other hand she did fulfill a wish he had always wanted her to do. He stood up in front of her while she was still on her knees. Stacy spit out the semen Nard had deposited in her mouth.

  Damien stood up. “Time to give daddy some,” Damien said as he pulled out his hard dick.

  Stacy looked in his eyes and saw a stranger. Then her eyes looked at his gun. Damien grabbed the back of her head and pushed his hard dick in her mouth, forcing her to suck him. Her jaws were sore and her mouth was dry. Still Damien uncaringly thrust his penis deep down her throat. Stacy felt her gag reflexes and fought to keep the contents of her stomach down. She felt so degraded, humiliated, and ashamed. She despised him. He claimed he loved her and he does this to her? He kept both hands behind her head as he rammed his dick down her throat. Damien felt his nut coming. Then closed his eyes and saw his mother dead in the chair again. He felt pain and wanted to come so he could feel pleasure instead. He pushed the image out of his head, and then like a shotgun in her mouth he came. His semen hit the back of her throat, forcing her to digest it. Nard sat in the chair, recovering from his orgasm, and watching Damien get his. He wonder why he was doing this to her. He figured she crossed him, but still Stacy was beautiful to him. He shook his head. He got up from his chair.