Gangsta Divas by De'nesha Diamond Page A

know that your cherry was popped a long time ago.” He jammed his hands between my legs and squeezed. “Ain’t that right?”
    I bolted up, but before I could jump out of the bed, he’d grabbed and pinned me back down.
    â€œWhere are you going, you lil cock tease? I’m not finished with you.”
    The thought of that muthafucka putting his pasty-ass dick anywhere near me had that undercooked chicken Ms. Ruthie fixed for dinner rolling around in my stomach.
    â€œGet off of me!” I twisted, kicked, and tried to buck him off.
    â€œAww. You’re a feisty bitch, huh?” He wrestled with me, but after a while he got tired of the game and slammed his fist across my jaw. Stars exploded and circled around my head like a cartoon. In case my ass was about to say something else, he sent another blow in the opposite direction. Blood gushed out of my mouth and I was too stunned to say anything. While I tried to clear my head, Adbul snatched my cotton nightgown off.
    His rough, calloused hands roamed over my body like he didn’t know where to start playing first.
    If there was anything to be grateful for, it was that I couldn’t see him. Light continued to avoid the room. All I could do was close my eyes and hope that he would nut fast and get the fuck on.
    Something sharp trailed up my leg. He had a knife.
    â€œYou better be nice to me or I’ll cut this hot lil pussy up.” Proving he meant business, he slid the tip of the blade across my clit.
    I flinched at a sharp sting of pain.
    His ass was crazy.
    â€œYou know in some parts in Africa men cut the girls’ pussies out to stop them from becoming whores.” He chuckled. “Maybe I’ll do the same thing to you.”
    The blade glided down the other side of my clit. I jerked, tryna get away, but he locked me down with one hand and emitted another wave of stank-ass funk in my face.
    â€œThat’s it. I love it when you lil bitches fight back.” He shifted around until I felt his dick hit my leg.
    I froze. The shit was about go down no matter what I did. Something snapped inside of me and I gave up. The sooner I let him do whatever he was gonna do, the faster the shit was gonna be over with. I took one deep breath, closed my eyes, and then let my arms and legs go limp.
    To my surprise, Abdul went from excited to confused to pissed. “What the fuck?”
    To get another rise out of me, the blade returned and made another slice. I forced myself not to react.
    Abdul grew angrier. “Oh, I know what you need.” He rammed his dick between my legs. He huffed and puffed but my pussy remained dry as a desert.
    â€œAh, Shit. Ah, shit,” Adbul kept moaning. That, and, “I love fuckin’ black pussy.”
    On and on it went. What this rapist lacked in size, he made up in stamina. Every time I thought that his ass was about to come, he would just flip me over into a new position and go back at it.
    Throughout his bullshit sex talk, I could hear T whimpering and crying in her bed. During a few dry thrusts, I wondered what the hell she was crying about. It wasn’t like he was stretching out her pussy. My resentment melted away and I reminded myself that it was better that I endured this shit because I was stronger. I was the protector.
    Hell. Most of the time Ta’Shara was scared of her own shadow. She couldn’t take it when other kids picked on her or looked at her sideways. It had become a habit of mine to step up and fight her battles. That’s how it’s supposed to be. We’re family. We only have each other.
    SQUEEEAAK. SQUEEEAAK. SQUEEAAK.
    My heart leapt. Ms. Ruthie was up. She’s gonna catch this muthafucka and get him off me. Our bedroom door burst open.
    â€œAin’t you through yet?” Ms. Ruthie snapped.
    Adbul kept deep stroking. “Does it look like I’m through? Aw. Shit. I’m about to cum.”
    â€œIt’s about time. You’ve been in