by S. Jennings
The young boys ravaged Crystal. She had one in both sides of her at all times. They took turns in her month and vagina multiple times. This went on for hours as some left and a couple new ones took their place. She was battered and bruised by the time the last young man came on her. Sticky from semen and beer, Crystal pulled her clothes on as the boys piled out.
“It’s on the dresser,” the last one said as he left the room.
“Thanks,” Crystal said half-heartedly through her sore jaws. She stood up to collect her pay and found one dime-sized rock.
Crystal burst into tears at the sight. She was still crying when she got to her room. She put the entire rock on her pipe and hit it in an attempt to put herself out of her misery. Her heart didn’t stop, but she was as high as bubble. All it did was make her craze more. A quick rinse in the shower to remove what the boys left behind and she was back on the block.
As soon as she walked to the street, a late model BMW pulled to a stop beside her but she knew him too well. Crystal didn’t know what to say so she just waited. The driver took a deep breath and handed over a hundred dollar bill. Still she didn’t know what to do, until he leaned back and pulled out his erect cock. Crystal looked at the man who still refused to even glance in her direction. She shrugged her shoulders and dropped her head into his lap.
It only took a couple of minutes of her expert headmanship before the man grunted and filled her mouth with his cum. As soon as his penis pumped the last spurts of semen, he hit the locks again. It was “john” speak for ‘beat it’.
Crystal took the hint and got out. She spit her father’s semen on the sidewalk as he pulled off. This was as low as she could go. She decided this would be her last night getting high. Her last night on earth.
Bob felt his usual remorse as he drove home. It wasn’t the first time he sought a quick blowjob after working late. Knowing Mary would be asleep, he figured the whores where doing both of them a favor. Still he never could bring himself to look or speak to the girl. He did watch this one spit a mouthful of cum from his rearview. It amazed him how much she reminded him of his long lost daughter.
Crystal decided to turn one or two more tricks before heading in. She wanted to ensure she had enough to smoke the night away, and then for an overdose in the morning. Celebrating her last night with no time for the usual formalities and precautions, Crystal jumped into the first car that pulled up. “I’ll suck your dick for forty bucks!” she blurted out.
The uniformed officer couldn’t believe his luck. For the first time in his tenure a prostitute ran to him instead of away. She was arrested on the spot, charged with prostitution, and thrown in a tank along with the other crack hoes.
Since there had long been missing persons report on her, Crystal’s parents were notified of her arrest. Bob and Mary were present for her first court appearance the next morning. Their eyes past over her several times as they scanned the room in search of her.
“Oh my God! Bob, that’s her!” Mary said frantically as he recognized her too, from last night. His daughter was the crack whore he had bought. Mary couldn’t take it and rushed from the court room. He couldn’t take it either but he stayed.
In the end, he was able to pull some strings and get his daughter into an intense rehabilitation center instead of jail. Crystal was going to get some help.
Chapter 28
The Atlanta treatment center was more like a prison than the comfy confines of Shady Oaks. The women were dragged through an intake process designed to degrade them. They were stripped naked and sprayed with a douching solution and then herded into a large open shower. The large mirrors were everywhere to show them just how far they had fallen. Most didn’t recognize themselves.
“Crystal?!” said an almost familiar voice from behind.
Crystal scanned her memory for a face. She was almost afraid to turn around since anyone who knew her in here had to be as bad off as she was. “That is you!” A war torn version of her friend and part-time sex partner Jasmine sang.
“Hey girl” Crystal said far more cheerful than she felt. The last thing she wanted or needed was a reminder of her past.
The two naked women hugged each other getting only passing glances from the thirty other women on the shower. They had done too many despicable things in their own recent histories to judge. After getting settled, in the girls met up and caught up. Each had horror stories that include Damian somewhere along the way.
“Girl, I’ll never forget the way he looked at me when he got arrested,” Crystal said shivering at the memory. “He gave me the evilest smile I ever saw in my life.”
“Chile don’t even worry bout him,” said with her sassy ‘ghetto girl’ head movements. “I stole nine whole ounces from
him. He say he gone kill me too.”
Jasmine made an advance that caused Crystal to finally ended their friendship. Jasmine didn’t take rejection well and her drug-induced mental illness only made it worse. In her mind, Crystal was now her enemy and she knew just how to get back at her. Prior to release, all the residents are given an eight hour pass. They would he tested for every known substance upon return to see if the rehab had in fact rehabilitated them.
Jasmine had begged and badgered Crystal so insistently to allow her to treat her to dinner. Crystal finally relented. “Just dinner! No drinks! No sex!” she reiterated, clearly establishing the boundaries. Crystal was moving across the country to Arizona upon release.
She had an apartment and was enrolled in school. It would be a new chance at life. The old friends laughed over dinner sharing plans for their new lives. They ate at a nice steakhouse down town, gorging on seafood as well.
“Excuse me,” Crystal said standing up. “I gotta pee.” As soon as she left, Jasmine removed a vile from her purse. She dumped a white powder substance into Crystal’s sweet tea and gave it a quick stir.
“Whew!” Crystal sighed as she rejoined her friend.
“My turn, girl,” Jasmine said lifting her girl for a toast. “To a new life.” The girls clinked glasses and downed their tea. Jasmine went to relieve herself and sent the prearranged code. By the time she returned, Crystal was already woosy from the drug.
“Are you ok,” Jasmine asked amazed at how fast the drug worked.
“No I’m…. I’m…not,” Crystal managed to say. She was seeing double and felt herself slowing down.
“Is everything ok?” a concerned waiter asked seeing the obvious distress.
“Yeah, she’s fine. I’ll walk her outside,” Jasmine said putting money on the table to cover the bill. She helped Crystal out of the restaurant and into the back seat of a waiting car. Jasmine closed the door and walked around to the open drivers window.
“So now we even?” she asked eagerly.
“We straight,” Damian replied looking at his prey in the back seat.
“This gonna be fun!” Black announced from the passenger seat. He reached back and fondled Crystal as they pulled off.
When Crystal came to, she was naked and tied to a bed in a cheap motel. The duck tape on her mouth prevented her from screaming at the sight of the two men staring down at her.
“Look who’s up?” Damian said cheerfully.
“Time to pay the piper,” Black laughed. He reached down and shoved a large finger inside of her.
“Stick to the script,” Damian warned as he fixed a syringe. Crystal moaned and pleaded with her eyes, and began to cry.
“Um uh, don’t cry now,” Damian spat. “Yo ass ain’t cry when you sent me up the river!” She shook her head furiously as he approached with the needle as Black undressed. Her muffled cries intensified as he searched for a vein.
Through the gag, she was trying to say “No I’m clean! I don’t want any drugs! Or sex! I’m clean!” But Damian found what he was looking for and injected her. Instantly her whole being became numb and she stopped struggling.
Black had stroked himself to a huge erection that made Damian do a double take. He spit in his hand
and used it as lubricant before climbing between Crystal’s thighs.
Crystal’s head fell to the side and she locked eyes with Damian as Black pushed inside of her. She didn’t feel a thing even as Black ripped her to shreds, due to the massive dose of heroin coursing through her body.
She and Damian maintained eye contact as Black pounded her and her lungs filled with fluid from the overdose. Damian saw the exact moment when she ‘let go’. A single tear escaped her eye as he turned to leave. No way was he gonna watch Black fuck a dead body.
The End
The Beginning
Charity was absolutely stunning by age 18. Bob and Mary were extremely overprotective of her and rarely let her out of their sight. After losing Crystal to the world, they would not fail again. Charity knew her infant nephew’s ashes were contained in the pretty vase over the mantle.
When a teary-eyed Mary added a second vase she knew her long lost sister was inside. It was the same blue as Crystal’s eyes, but no one talked about it.
When prom night reared its ugly head, Bob and Mary knew it was time to loosen the grip, a little. Charity’s prom date was the mega handsome, mega popular Conner Stephens. The two had been unofficially going steady for months.
Tonight, they planned to make it official. The plan was to make a brief appearance at the prom and then retreat to the reserved suite upstairs, where they could finally spend some time alone.
Bob and Mary were impressed with Conner when he arrived at their home. He was indeed charming and had impeccable manners. He presented Mary with a bouquet of flowers that matched the elaborate corsage he brought for Charity. Bob eyed him suspiciously as he pinned it on his daughter’s ample chest.
Mary snapped just short of a hundred pictures while Bob manned a video camera. The young couple finally managed to extricate themselves from the house and into the waiting limo.
“There goes our baby,” Mary sighed as the limo pulled from the curb.
“Yes, but she’ll be back,” Bob said confidently. The limo made one more stop en route to the prom. They picked up Jason and his date Angel, the couple who went half on the two bedroom suite they rented. The foursome made their grand appearance, danced and socialized before heading up to their suite. As requested, a bottle of champagne was waiting on ice. Charity was the only one who had yet to have a drink, but readily accepted a flute. In fact she was a virgin in all regards.
“Let’s get this party started!” Jason announced dumping a small pile of white powder on the table.
“Cool!” Angel gushed enthusiastically, scooting to the edge of the seat.
“What’s that?” Charity asked confused by its presence and their reaction to its presence. Even Conner was delighted when it made its appearance.
“A little meth!” Jason said while dividing it into four equal lines, one for each person.
“Me first!” Angel sang and leaned forward, using a rolled up bill. She quickly inhaled one of the lines. “Oh my!” she chuckled and leaned back. Conner dove in next and made a line disappeared up his nostril. Next Jason followed suit, leaving only one line left.
“Go on babe. It’s great!” Conner urged.
“The best!” Angel co-signed as Jason handed her the bill.
Curiosity and peer pressure pushed Charity’s head down and she inhaled the drug. Moments later, a smile spread on her face as its effects began to be felt.
“A toast!” Conner announced grabbing his glass. Everyone lifted their flutes and clinked them together as Conner made the toast. “To a new beginning!”
About the Author
S. Jennings is currently incarcerated for the crime of murder. In early 2003, his friend Sean Craven, was shot to death in a music studio owned by Jennings.
Dekalb County knew Jennings was a witness but he refused to co-operate. He was penalized for his reticence and charged as a party to the crime.
Since his illegal conviction, he has repeatedly tried to give up the responsible party, but the state is not interested.
The shooter actually called his appellate attorney and confessed, but the attorney hung up on him and refused to alert authorities.
Jennings was convicted on Feb 12, 2003 for the shooting, even though close friends of victim gave police reports of “talking and “seeing” victim in late March, the time consistent with the medical examiner’s proclaimed date of death. The victim also performed at a rap concert on 2-15-03, three days after being murdered!
Oh, there’s more. A lot more. Full story of the crucifixion of Samuel Jennings coming soon.
We will name the killer. No, this is not fiction…..