XXX Underground Playgrounds: La La's Story (3 page)

    Jah kept calm as he witnesses angry tears running down Doll’s face. Doll didn’t talk Jazzy into anything, and it wasn’t a case of mistaken identity.  Jazzy might not have been the girl who killed his cousin, but she was involved. He can tell Doll blamed herself for her death, because of her association with Envy’s malicious ass.

    Jah slowly unbuttoned his shirt to reveal the face he had tattooed on his heart. Doll and Envy were both confused about the tattoo, it looked exactly like Doll. Jah walked closer to Doll, as he came nearer the writing of the name bewildered her for a second. 

“Bone?" She asked.

Envy set there confused while Jah had his back to her, she just knew she was in the clear so she relaxed and waited for the gunshots to be penetrated into Doll’s body. Better Doll than her!

“Jazzy’s Jah?"  She asked, pictures of him now vividly flashing through her head.

Jah nodded towards Doll and then nodded again in the other direction, Gab quickly swooped up Doll, with her fighting every step of the way. Envy was hysterically laughing, “Ah ha Bitch! See it pays to have friends in low places Ms. Goody Goody! You ain’t never had a friend like -.” Envy was too busy teasing Doll, that she didn’t feel Jah come up behind her. Jah grabbing Envy’s head by her mouth and the back of her skull, twisting with a sudden violent jerk, breaking her vertebrae!  She instantly collapses to the floor.

Gab finally getting Doll outside, “Calm your crazy ass down!” he told her as he threw her in the driver seat of her own car. She didn’t even think twice when she saw the keys in the ignition; she cranked that motherfucker up and sped home.

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“Chop her up, burn her and fertilize her grandmother’s garden with her,” He told them as he grabbed his cell, “Yo, Roc Vega! What up Big Dog? I need you to go into a business venture with me!

“What do you have in mind, Big Dog” Vega questioned

“Shit, the sweetest business in the world my friend- Pussy!”  Jah laughed into the phone.

“You came to the right man, my feline game is just as superior as my cannabis indica game.  I know quality pussy and head!” Vega laughed.

“This is what I know! Welcome to The Elite Feline of The Underground Playgrounds! “ Jah welcomed him as he lit his cigar.

China/Chocolate Cocaine

China was promised to the Prominent African Dr. for payment of her father’s medical bills. China’s parents and Dr. Linton knew each other from their home country in Africa. China was born in America; hence, the name China but her last name will be Oniah.

She wanted her father to continue his cancer treatment so when her father signed over his rights to Dr. Johanon Linton, she did not protest. Of course, at the age of 16, she didn’t want to be married, she wanted to do what other American teens did. China knows she is being sold like cattle, used as a bartering commodity for medical reasons. 

China had craved for a life of luxury before her father became sick their family was on their way to live in the suburbs and owning their own home. Then the devastating blow of Cancer KO’d the breadwinner of the family. China was left with a faded grasp on financial stability, which left hunger. She was blinded by the precious Dr.’s promise to have the ability to cure her father, to care that she had been bought.

So, to the people who were outside looking in, they saw a lucky poverty ghetto stricken the little black girl, get real life rags to riches story. As if she was Willis from A Different Strokes, except her Mr. Drummond was an African Dr. who liked to fuck the mouth of his so called adopted daughter. Whose teeth still after two years and a name change, still managed to nick the flesh of Dr. Linton’s penis.

Johanon decided to take matters into his own hands, in Africa he was able to do what he wanted to his wives. To him being an African man in America did not make it any different. He was above American Laws in his household, so if he wanted to adjust his Wife’s appearance to enhance his sexual pleasure then so be it. He would give China one more try on her oral skills if it did not surpass his expectations he will go to extreme measures.

China on her knees, orally ready to please her husband, hoping she would please him or he would guide her in the art of fellatio. She went down on his manhood, trying hard to imitate what she had seen in porn movies. She felt as her teeth grazed the skin of his penis, to her surprise he let it pass. The second time was not so forgiving.

“No!” he yanked her up by her hair and harshly threw her towards the chair that was in the middle of the room. Oddly China never paid attention to this new contraption that was now sitting in their bedroom. Frustrated, however, determined to show this young American black girl how NOT to use her teeth.

Now seeing the contraption with its traps and head gear, China’s confusion turned into fear. The chair resembled an electric chair for death row inmates. China hurriedly tried to get herself up, a punch to the stomach made her body renege on that option.

China awakened with her body confined to the holdings of the chair, she couldn’t even move her head to look around the now pitch black room. She could not feel her body, she could not speak and as China tried to swallow she could not, her mouth was pried open with some kind of metal device.

She was only able to let the tears fall from her eyes for the unknown possibilities of her predicament. She could not only move her limbs, but she also could not feel them either hindering her from even wiggling her fingers or toes.

China was frozen in her own body, her voice, her screams, her cries, were all imprisoned in her body. She knew she wasn’t dead her lungs still worked, her eyeballs were still in motion, frantically surveying the room of darkness. She no longer knew if she was still in their bedroom. Fear grew as it clutched at her insides, as the above light was cut on. She squinted at the brightness and let her eyes adjust to the light. She wished she hadn’t changed them because standing above her with surgical gloves and dental pliers were Johanon.

     Lowering the pliers to her pried opened mouth, “This way," he told her while adjusting the pliers around one of her teeth. "We won’t have to worry about you using your teeth.”

    Darkness blanketed the unknown of her surroundings once again, the coldness of the room was like that of a hospital room, and the humming of some type of machine occupied the air, leaving Chyna to awake to a cold as hell.  Her wits were a little foggy, she felt drugged, however, flashes of what happened before her awakening sent her into panic mode. As if that was not enough she had something cold running through her veins, feeling around her body with her hands she felt a cord attached to a needle embedded in her veins. 

Finally, her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she realized that there was a glow from the machine that she had seen in hospitals monitoring her heart rate. Her eyes followed the cord up to the steel hanger that held three bags of clear liquid; all three were pumping into her veins.

    Panicking she tried to move her legs out of the bed, they did not budge. She frantically tried to reach her legs to see if they were still there.   She could only lift her body from the waist up to feel her legs.   What the fuck did this nigga do to me? Chyna questioned the powers that be, looking for some type of escape even though she couldn’t move, she was thinking about her next move. 

She tried to lick her lips and realized she had no top teeth or bottom teeth in the front, a tear slide down her face.  This sadistic, selfish motherfucker, she quickly wiped the tears from her eyes. The squeak of the floor was faintly heard over the buzzing of the machine, only when the key entered the lock did she slam her eyes closed.   She saw the brightness of the door being opened slide across her closed eyelids. 

Footsteps shuffled towards her, falling short by her bedside he fumbled with the cord connected to her veins and the bags of clear liquid.  She felt her whole upper body become paralyzed just like her bottom half; she did not dare react or give herself away. It was obvious that whoever this was, that they thought she was still out of it.

Using her ears to listen to his footsteps, he walked across the room to a side door to let someone in, she peeked and that someone was her husband. In her mind she could not think of anything else he could possibly do to her, he now had her the way he wanted her.  However she would be mistaken, with surgical gloves both men came towards one with a needle, the other with his hands coming towards her mouth.

Johanon pries her mouth open and puts a mouth prop in it while the other doctor injected her with Lidocaine.  Undressing Johanon mounted Chyna’s face and entered his penis into her numb opened mouth, first going slow then quickly. Enjoying the sensation of his project, basking in the demonic glow of power that he now possessed over his wife, the pleasure was to no measures.

The other doctor was not to penetrate his wife but he could give her oral pleasure because he was never going to indulge in that American way of life. An un-Americanized African man would never belittle himself to give a woman pleasure.  The pain was for the woman. The pleasure was for the man.  They brutalized her body, over and over again all night, Johanon semen being dispensed all over her body and the other doctor licking it up was the only indication that they were done.

She refused to cry, the time for crying has relinquished itself somewhere and the growth of fury and revenge had come. In the wee hours of one morning, she found herself in a hospital in another state, in another city. In her belongings were over a thousand dollars, a picture of her fixed teeth and a threatening fuck off letter from her husband.    

He deveined her of pride, lied to her, took her innocence and manipulated her body into what he wanted and just threw her away like a sacrificed animal carcass.  This was not over, she will make her way back to him and his friend and it was not because she loved him.

Her innocence was presumed dead and her mindset was that of getting money, fuck these sadistic as men.   She didn’t know shit about Indianapolis, Indiana but, she was about to find her way at the age of 18.  Indianapolis could not be worse than Brooklyn, NY.

In China’s belongings, she found the name Bone, car keys, a map to the vehicle and an address. She did not know what it meant but she had a good feeling about whoever Bone was.

    She arrived at the address, it was a Mansion located far from the hospital she had awakened in, the GPS in the car was already set and she just followed the voice. There was an actually Bellhop at the door in uniform.

“Yes?” he asked

“Bone, she answered

China guesses those were the magic words because he held the door open for her, “Stop at the desk.” He informed her. China gladly walked through and on to the desk.

“China.”

“Mr. Bone will meet you in the lobby in an hour, so you can get yourself comfortable.” The lady at the desk said.

“Thank you,” China grabbed the keys and sashayed up the stairs to her suit. Now, that she was here she did not know how to feel. She was presented with this lifestyle already and look how that shit turned out.

La La

It was a warm day; the sunlight blessed the living room and the open kitchen with sun rays. In red boy shorts, white t-shirt, socks and house shoes stood a 5’3 La La with her hair in a ponytail, cooking her husband’s favorite dish southern fried smothered chicken with garlic mashed potatoes. As she dunked each piece of the crispy fried chicken into her homemade gravy she couldn’t help but take a bite into the chicken breast dripping in gravy.

She giggled to herself as she shook her head at her raging pregnancy hormones, she decides not to be selfish and hopefully by the time she got upstairs with the piece of chicken she was eating, it would still be some left for him.

As she journeyed her way into the living room to the stairs, a strange feeling in her stomach came about,  Que! She screamed. Hearing his wife’s screams, he bolted downstairs in only his boxers, only to stop in the middle of the staircase. She was standing at the bottom of the stairs with a piece of chicken, smiling as she held her stomach.

“What the hell you screaming for?” he asked her as she came to meet him in the middle of the stairs. She placed his hand on her stomach; he smiled as he felt his child move around for the first time. 

“That’s my little boy!” she told him as she playfully moved his hand away from her stomach.  She bit into the chicken and tried to bypass him on the stairs as if she wasn’t coming to give him a bite of chicken.