Stripping Asjiah I (4 page)

Cash mistook my fear for arousal as he continued to caress me. “Oh you like that don’t you? I knew you were a hoe, you blue-eyed bitch.” My voice was a hoarse whisper as I tried to speak. “Get the fuck out.”

“Get out?” Running his hand across the band of her shorts Cash caught a glimpse of the red panties she was wearing and licked his lips. “I haven’t even got in yet.”

In one swift motion he grabbed my ankles causing me to fall backwards and I felt my head crack against the stairs.
“Shit!” Think Asjiah think. I put every ounce of strength I had into my foot as I kicked him and tried to run up the stairs.
“You little bitch!” Stumbling down the stairs Cash became infuriated as he felt blood trickle down his nose. “Oh, you like it rough huh?”

“Agh!” I don’t know which was worse, the thought of what would happen if I stopped fighting, or the pain rushing through my fingers as my nail beds separated as I struggled to get a grip on the carpet.

I felt his hands around my ankles and the door to my bedroom seemed miles away as we tumbled down the stairs.
“Stop! I’m..I’m on my period! Please! Cash don’t do this!”

Our bodies were tangled at the bottom of the stairs as I tried again to get up and run. I hoped that lying and saying I was on my period would keep him from raping me. My white T-shirt had begun to cling to my chest and my hair was sticking to my forehead. I couldn’t breathe, I was sure I was going to faint at any moment but I couldn’t give up. I kicked and clawed at him hoping the alcohol would wear him down and he would become exhausted. But his immoral desire for me kept him going. I knew I couldn’t hold him off too much longer. The more I fought, the more the struggle turned him on.

He hadn’t expected me to put up this much of a fight. He acted as if I should feel honored that he looked at me in such a way. He didn’t go around putting his dick in any and everything, I should feel special. All this yelling and fighting was pointless, all he wanted to do was be inside me whether I wanted it or not. A smile appeared on his face. “I’m a make you beg for this shit!”

At this point I prayed for a distraction. I prayed that the phone would ring or that I would hear CJ’s stereo as he pulled into the driveway. But my prayers went unanswered as he ripped off my shorts.

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“Do you like that daddy?” Corey licked and sucked on his fingers until she felt his dick harden beneath her. “Mmm…I guess that’s a “yes.”

CJ firmly squeezed her fat booty indicating that he wanted her to keep going. Circling her breasts with his tongue he teased her nipples which resembled chocolate Hershey kisses.

Scooting back on her knees Corey slid over his dick dripping juice onto him as her pussy overflowed with excitement. The pounding between her thighs was getting the best of her as she tried to go slow and savor the moment.

“Stop teasing me girl.” CJ slapped her ass making her inhale deeply. Eyes half closed he was trying to withstand the sexual torture that she was putting him through.

Skillfully she placed the condom in her mouth, rolling it down onto his stiff dick. “Shit…It’s so hard baby.”

Arching her back she lifted her ass in the air just enough to slide him into her. Gasping she clenched her muscles trying to prevent herself from exploding too early. “I’ve missed you baby.” Biting down on her lip Corey began rotating her hips.

“I missed you too.” CJ methodically moved with her as he enjoyed the show. “Shit.”
She was like a drug, his addiction, every time he tried to leave her alone he
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found himself wanting her more and more. Feigning for the warmth of her pussy, the sweet taste of her lips, she was like forbidden fruit; like the apple Eve gave to Adam.

ASJIAH

I scrambled backwards on my heels struggling to get up and run for the door but I wasn’t fast enough. He grabbed my foot before I had the chance to stand up all the way and I hit my head on the hardwood floor. I felt dizzy, I knew I was going to black out. My adrenaline was pumping and although my body wanted to stop my mind kept telling me to keep fighting so that’s what I did.

Cash knelt down to kiss me but was surprised when I scratched his face instead.
“I don’t want to hurt you Asjiah.”
Cash wiped his cheek with the back of his hand and I could see tiny droplets of blood where my nails had dug into his skin.
“Please stop! If you let me go, I wont tell anyone what happened. You can leave and I wont say anything. Cash this is wrong, I’m your niece!”

I kept wriggling my body as I was talking trying to break free. I fought with everything I had but at 6 feet even and 220 lbs; I was no match for him. I felt helpless, abandoned, trashy, what had I don’t to deserve this?

“You whining is only making me harder.” Feeling her struggle underneath him sent all his blood rushing to his penis as he kicked off his jeans. She had this fire in her eyes, this will power that wouldn’t allow her to stop fighting. He was determined to break her. “I’ve been waiting too long for this shit and I’m gone get it.”

I couldn’t move. He had my hands pinned behind my head with one hand and with his other hand he began to squeeze my pussy through my panties. At this point I wanted to die, I tried holding my breath hoping eventually my heart would stop but it didn’t. It was slow torture. If I could’ve chosen my fate, I would’ve rather been shot or stabbed to death. Tears ran down my face as I felt my hymen tear as he ripped my insides open.

***** Their bodies were dripping with sweat as CJ spread her thighs and watched

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as her liquids spilled over his dick.
“Ooh…mmm…ooh!” Corey screamed into the pillow as CJ continued to have his way with her.
“This shit feel so good, ma.”
“Fuck me baby.” Looking over her shoulder she admired his physique as his chest muscles flexed with each movement he made.

“Take this dick for me baby.” Grabbing her waist CJ moved faster and faster losing control as she clinched her pussy muscles making him explode into the condom.

“Oh…” Corey threw her head back and moaned as she gripped the sheets. “Do that shit I like.” Slapping her ass CJ watched as she positioned herself on her feet and turned around never taking his dick out of her.

“Are you watching me daddy?” Corey looked back as he stared at the dimples in her back. Bouncing her ass back and forth against his chest he held her waist tightly as her juices ran down her thighs and onto the bed.

“Oh shit Corey, fuck!” Sitting up CJ pushed her face down on the bed and began pounding her causing her to scream out in ecstasy as he made her come over and over again.

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Cash was in heaven. He knew she was going to be worth it but he didn’t know it would feel this good. She was so soft, her young coochie seemed to fit him just right. He felt surrounded by her essence, engulfed in her anatomy. He didn’t care if she wasn’t returning his thrusts, he already knew that she was going to be shy the first time, it’s okay; she would get used to it and learn to love it as much as he did.

ASJIAH

I refused to scream. As he looked down on me I snorted and spat in his face but instead of being disgusted or angry he smiled and kept going. Over and over in my head I kept saying why me? Why is this happening to me? I was mad because I didn’t know where CJ was, because my brother hadn’t shown up to save me, because my grandmother was still at work. I was mad for allowing myself to be defeated and for letting this nigga in the house in the first place.

I was angry because I was too small and not strong enough to get him off of me. I could’ve fought harder. I should’ve fought harder. This is my fault.
CASH

As he moved inside of her Cash thought of his sister. Jai was so pretty, it angered him to know that such a beautiful life could be taken away in a matter of seconds. He thought he would never see his sister again until he saw his niece. She reminded him of Jai in so many ways; her laugh, her smile, her scent; but Asjiah was different, she was tangible, he could touch her, he could feel her, and she felt so good.

ASJIAH

For 30 minutes he groped me. The constant back and forth motion was making my back raw as my skin slid roughly against the floor. He bit and sucked on my nipples until they were sore, humping ferociously until I felt his head swell up and I knew he was about to reach his orgasm. He pulled out of me and came all over my face.

“Ooh wee! You got some good pussy A’! I knew this shit was gone be worth it! What are you a virgin or something?” Shaking his now limp dick he dripped more semen onto my face. “I just may be back later for round two.” Zipping his jeans, Cash pulled his cell phone out his pocket and smiled at me. “Oh shit, guess I had my horn on me after all.” He stepped over me like I was nothing and walked out the room.

I stayed there for what felt like hours until I heard the door slam shut. As if on cue I turned over and threw up on the floor. My stomach muscles contracted over and over again as I began dry heaving. My hair was sticky, I had cum all over my face and my thighs were bruised and covered in blood.

Somehow I willed myself to get up and gather my things. I grabbed a bucket, and some Clorox, and cleaned up the vomit then put everything into a garbage bag including my clothes and threw them away. I stumbled in the bathroom and got in the shower turning the hot water all the way up hoping the steam would burn off my skin.

ChApTER FOuR

I must have lost track of time because it was 9:45 p.m. and I could hear the kids accompanied by my grandmother coming through the living room. I washed my hair over and over again, scrubbed my face until it felt like I was bleeding, and almost used an entire bar of soap lathering my skin, rinsing it, lathering it, and rinsing it again. For the past thirty minutes I had been standing underneath the water allowing it to pour down on me hoping it would wash away any remaining impurities that had been left behind.

“A-Ja!”

Hope was three years old and as much as I tried to teach her, she never could say my name right. I could hear her little fist banging on the door indicating that she had to go potty. I tightly wrapped my towel around my body and opened the bathroom door.

“You hair is wet A-Ja”. Hope had big pretty brown eyes and her hair was in curly pigtails. She reminded me of one of the Cabbage Patch Kids. “A-Ja, pee-pee.” She scooted past me and looked at me to let me know that I had to leave the bathroom before she could use it.
“Okay, I’m leaving momma.”

Out of all the foster kids that came in and out of this house, Hope was the one that I took to the most. Maybe it was because she had the same big brown eyes my mother did. In a lot of ways she reminded me of myself when I was

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her age. She had the same innocence in her eyes that I used to have. Kids were so naïve, so carefree.

Of course my grandmother thought I was prejudice. She had three other foster kids and she assumed that I was “color struck” and only liked Hope because she was light-skinned.

This was her theory about the guys that I dated and the friends that I had. If you ask me, she was the one who was color struck. Everyone on my mother’s side of the family was dark-skinned so for me to be here and have lighter skin, good hair, and blue eyes made me seem like Lucifer reincarnated.

Marie entered the kitchen and put her purse down on the counter. She never looked my way; maybe if she had she would’ve seen the disgust in my face, how raw my skin was and maybe asked what was wrong with me. Then again, I knew she wouldn’t. She never inquired about my life. I gave up trying to be her friend a long time ago since it was clear that she didn’t want to be mine.

I remember when I was younger I used to find my grandmother sitting in the living room watching TV and I would lay down beside her and put my head in her lap hoping that she would play in my hair the way my mother used to. Instead it turned out to be an awkward moment for the both of us and I would just get up and walk away. There were times when I would stare at her, hoping that she would look back at me and smile but those moments never came. I tried calling her ma, I hoped it would make me feel better, make me feel closer to her but it didn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I only have one mother, and no matter what anybody says, she can’t be replaced.

I opened the hallway door and walked upstairs to my room. I wasn’t about to cry over what happened earlier although I was still in shock. I wasn’t even sure if I was going to say anything to her about what happened. I wanted to believe that those 30 minutes were all a bad dream. That I hadn’t had to repeatedly wash my hair to make sure all of his semen was out of it, that I didn’t have to use two boxes of douche to flush out my insides. That nasty nigga didn’t even put a condom on. I had to go to the doctor, what if I had something? So many things ran through my mind. I was just thankful that he didn’t cum in me.

Agh!” I winced in pain as I put coco butter on the small of my back trying to soothe the floor burn. Leaving it damp, I pulled my hair back in a ponytail. I put on my pink and white RocaWear sweat suit, pink and white forces, grabbed the matching book bag and went back downstairs. As I walked thru the kitchen I was happy to see that my grandmother wasn’t in her usual spot at the table as I walked out the door unseen.
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