My Evolving Transition – Ch. 07

My Choice

(I apologize if the first half drags on a bit or if it’s boring. I tried to bring my mental state into a gap story.)

After being captured by the B X 9 Crew, and raped by them, many times over, I lost count of just how many. A towel or rag was tossed over my head, to clean the cum off my face and body.

While kneeling, someone whispered for me to stay down before he walked away.

Those were the last two words I heard before Tiffany thumped me to the ground with a kick to the left side of my head.

When I looked up at her, she was not alone.

There was a big black man, in her arms. At first, I thought it was Shaquille O’Neal with prison tattoos.

It was obvious, that he was much bigger than any of the other B X 9 boys. He also looked, more dangerous, much like a bouncer or an enforcer. The others kept their distance as if he was the leader.

He went over and greeted the other guys, like a pack of hyenas, they gathered around him. Tiffany stood by me, her arms crossed and glaring, much like a schoolteacher.

Once the pack dispersed, the giant made a B-line towards me.

He walked like the Hulk, towards me. After what I had endured, I had a bad feeling about this.

So, I tried to scamper away, until he was right at me. He scared me to death, and I instinctively curled up in a fetal position.

He looked down at me, with a pissed-off look on his face.

Then he raised his arm high, I thought he was going to smash my head in. So, I closed my eyes and braced for impact.

Instead, he reached down and picked me up by the scruff of my neck and raised me high off the ground. With both hands, he my 140-pound body off the ground with ease. My feet dangled like I was hanging from the gallows. Soon, my eyes began to tear up and my nose had already started to run.

Then we made eye contact.

“In the future, you will receive more of the same if you enter our park again,” he snorted.

“Heed my warning, or you’ll never walk out of the park, again,” he said, with dead eyes.

“This park is BX9 territory, you must pay the piper, or die,” he glared at me and paused.

“You are to dress like a bitch, like you did today, every time you enter our park,” I blinked my eyes and nodded.

“Check for crew members in the area, and be good to them,” I looked at Tiffany, in my precarious position. She had her arms crossed and smiling.



“If none of my crew are about, go inside the shithouse,” he continued growling.

“Take off your knickers and wait,” he barked my stipulations.