Date: Mon, 21 Jul 2008 19:03:40 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: peaches-2

[note to readers; the characters "Peaches" and "Tempest Williams" are from
a story previously told in PRECINCT-23, located in the gay/authoritarian
section of Nifty]

PEACHES-2

	After meeting Tempest that first time, we became practically
inseparable. I moved in with him into the small shithole he called home
(which was a step up from where I'd been living), becoming his girlfriend
as well as his full time hooker for rent when we needed money (which was
all the time). Tempest sold drugs for a drug lord named Rock, a nasty man
with a nasty reputation for everything from selling drugs to killing
witnesses scheduled to testify against him. Problem was, he didn't do most
of the killings himself, he got his hired henchmen like Tempest to do his
dirty work, keeping him from having to do any real hard time if they got
caught. Tempest became his right hand man quickly, doing all of Rock's
bidding whenever or wherever he ordered. Tempest was fearless, as he
seriously believed he was destined from childbirth. He believed god tried
his best to kill him several times (starting in his mother's womb when she
died from complications giving him birth), but failed each time, making him
stronger and more brutal.
	I thought he was nuts to start a war with the lord, as that seemed
to be a fight totally on god's side (he had eternity to get you
eventually). But that was Tempest's cross to bare, not mine! I had my own
issues with god (having lost most of my family to tragedies), but I would
never purposely go up against him. I ain't no dummy!

	Anyway, --Tempest sold drugs and pimped me out as well for extra
cash. Everything I made went to him, minus groceries, clothes, wigs, and
hygiene supplies.
	Tempest turned out to have a very viscous temper, which I often saw
whenever Rock or one of the other dealers pissed him off. Tempest would
often come home angry and would take out all of his aggressions on me
sexually. I was his puppet in bed, he fucked me anywhichway he wanted and I
had very little say in the matter. He would grab me by my hair and yank my
head backwards in doggy-style position, fucking me like an animal as he'd
bite me on my neck and shoulders like an actual dog. Sometimes my boipussie
(asshole) would be so sore after he fucked me so hard and brutal that all I
could do to relieve some of the pain was to sit in the tub with some Epson
Salt. Tempest often told me how he could run Rock's organization easily, as
he knew of all his contacts and where he stored all his loot, drugs,
et'cera. He totally trusted Tempest as a young protégée. He had no idea
what a monster he was helping create. I thought Tempest was just ranting,
venting off steam after work about how he was thinking of killing Rock and
stealing his business. It was mostly just bedtime talk, conversation we
usually had after he'd just served my ass up a brutal beating in bed. I
didn't give it much thought as Rock was one of the biggest drug guys in
Philly, and Tempest (back then) was just a runner!

	One day after I had spent the day cleaning out crapy apartment,
Tempest came home all excited and horny, bragging about how he'd just
killed his boss. I was shocked of course, sitting there as Tempest peeled
off his bloody clothes to reveal his huge hardon. He went into grand detail
as he told me exactly how he did it; shooting Rock in the back of the head
(execution style) when he wasn't looking and least expected it. I was still
in shock when he pushed me face down onto the bed and lifted my long
luscious legs into the air. I don't think I knew what as going on (as I
thought about the rain of repercussions that would shower down on us once
Rock's men realized who killed him) until Tempest speared me on the end of
his big fat curved `asshole killer' between his legs without the benefit of
grease.
	By now I was so used to getting fucked by him 4 to 5 times a day
(not to mention all my "tricks" he had scheduled to come over and fuck me
during the day while he was out working), that I was literally fucked
around the clock. All I did was sit home and take dick, and tidy up between
customers. Tempest wasted no time pushing his meaty lance up inside me,
fucking the shit out of me all while re-living the biggest murder of his
life. He was so excited and turned on by all the possibilities of his
actions, that he came in me quicker than he ever did before, flooding my
boi-pussie with damn near a gallon of cum. Tempest was so amped up with
excitement that as soon as he came, he jumped up and started doing
exercise. I thought he was high as he did nearly a 100 pushup and sit-ups,
then ran in place until he got all sweaty and stinky. After that he was
ready for sex again, and forced me to suck his dick until he came, holding
my head in place while he fucked my face and came down my throat.

	All that night I kept expecting some goons to break down our door
and start gunning us down. When Tempest finally got a phone call that Rock
was dead, he acted like he knew nothing about it. He screamed into the
phone that whoever did it needed to pay, and that he would meet the gang
down at Rock's main house!
	I lay in bed (recuperating from the last anal fucking he'd just
given me) as Tempest danced around the apartment laughing at his own
insanity. He kissed me hard on the lips (lying down on top of me as he fed
me his tongue) before jumping into the shower to wash off all the blood
still staining his body. When he was dressed and ready to leave, he
referred to me as "Weezie" and started singing the theme from the
Jefferson's; "movin' on up!"

	Tempest stayed out all night as I sat waiting and worried in the
apartment. I watched some dumb shit on Tv while imagining him laying out
there dead somewhere. At about 6am he came back into the house, fresh blood
all over the new clean clothes he wore out. I jumped up from the bed
worried that he'd been stabbed or shot. But Tempest just laughed, tossing
his automatic on the bed as he started to describe the bloodbath he and
Rock's men did on the competition. When I asked why they killed them, he
explained "because they killed Rock! We ain't goin' out like that, babee!
You hurt one of us we kill your whole fuckin' family!!"

"But..., they didn't kill Rock, baby..., --YOU did...!" I made the mistake
of reminding.
	I never saw anyone look at me with as much hate and disgust as
Tempest did when I said that. His face was like looking into the eyes of
the Devil himself! I thought Tempest was going to kill me when he slapped
my across the face then jumped on top of me and started punching me with
his fists.

"Don't you EVER..., EVER say that to me again! You hear me, bitch?! If I
EVER hear ANYONE say I killed Rock, I'm coming after you and I'mma kill
what's left of you fuckin' family! Got that??!" he asked while he was
bashing the back of my head into the floor.
	After I agreed to keep his secret, Tempest picked me up and threw
me face down on the bed (so he wouldn't have to look at my bruised face)
and fucked me from behind. My entire body was in physical pain from the
viscous beating as he fucked me without remorse with his fat dick. I lay
there panting in pain as he brutally fucked me and came in my ass.

	He gave me a few days off (2 days) after that to get my face
in-shape for the next client while he went to work on taking over Rock's
enterprise. In retrospect it didn't take long for him to assume control and
start spitting out orders he claimed was Rock's ideas before he
died. Tempest said Rock's men listened to him because they were followers,
not leaders like he was. They needed someone to tell them what to do, what
to think, and how to act. Soon they were all reporting to him, receiving
their weekly allowances from him, selling drugs for him, and killing in his
name!
	No one made the connection to Rock's death and Tempest's rise to
power. He had convinced them all that Rock's rivals killed him, organizing
the massacre that got rid of the opposition as he and his men took over the
rival's turf as well as their customers. In a matter of days we moved from
our shitty little roach infested apartment, and into one of Rock's big
spacious apartment houses (hence Tempest singing "movin' on up").

	It took neither of us much time to start living the high life! We
partied in some of the best clubs around (Vango's on Broad Street, Gotham
near the waterfront, and The Inner Circle in town, --just to name a few),
living like royalty as we bought new clothes, new cars, new furniture, and
tons and tons of shoes!
	Tempest retired me from hooking as I became his number-one lady. He
paid for my breast implants, giving me a woman's official B-cup (I wanted
them to look realistic, not like a Dolly Parton carnival ride). Now that I
was retired and an official "lady", Tempest recruited more "girls"
(transvestites) for hire, calling them his harem or "Stable girls" (as he
put it). I didn't like the idea of him having more "girls" around, as I
knew eventually it was only a matter of time before he started fucking them
too (if he wasn't already), but I had absolutely no say in the matter.

	We lived as king and Queen for a couple of years (living the
fantasy life of fast cars, easy money, fine dinning, and good weed), until
younger, faster, sneaker "girls" started bidding for my place.
	One women was no longer enough for a guy like Tempest, he had to
have a full set of pretty girls on his arms when he stepped out in
public. All of Tempest's Stable Girls were passable, none of them looked
like they used to be men. Tempest paid for their breast implants, their
hair, nails and makeup, and any extra stuff they may have needed to look
more attractive to men. Some girls for skin graphs and tummy tucks, fat
injected in their lips, asses, and hips to look more passable (all to be
paid back to Tempest with a life long contract as a working girl, or
course!). Most of these young pups had no idea the sentence they were
agreeing to live. No lives of their own. They'd be told who to fuck, how to
fuck, when to fuck, and where to fuck. Tempest took ALL the money, cashing
in on his creations.

	Eventually I moved out of the house when I noticed more girls
taking my place in our bed. At first Tempest would fuck them in a separate
room, giving me the common courtesy every man gives his woman. But
eventually he stopped showering after fucking them, coming to our bed with
another girl's stink on him. Later he started bringing them in for 3some
and 4somes, making me perform with them while he watched. When I left, be
barely batted an eye.
	I moved into one of his low end joints down on Snyder's Drive (what
we call Hooker's Row). The apartment was crappy, but it was mine and I
bought home whoever I wanted. Without Tempest's support I had to go back to
walking the streets to make a living. Most of my money went to Tempest, but
he allowed me to keep more than the usual girl since we had a history. I
picked my own johns and made my own hours, establishing myself quite a
client list. Some of the new girls were jealous of my position, but I paid
them no mind. The ones that thought they stole Tempest from me got a quick
lesson his Pimp Love, after a few nights of wining and dining, they got
kicked back on the street with the rest of them. Tempest never kept another
girl as long as he kept me, I guess that's a testimony of what I meant to
him. But no matter how good we were together, we were always better apart!
	So much for love!

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