A Trap Within A Trap

Chapter Part 26

Reclined in a Lazy Boy of his favorite dingy hotel room, the seven train set to pass within inches of his window. He relished the spectacle before him. Three women identical in most ways, various positions: The identical curly dark, yet bleached blonde hair cut below the shoulders over beautiful dark brown skin. Two standing, one to each side of the door across from him, that now stood as an entrance, yet would soon to be recast as an escape when the real fun begins.

The woman between Fishes naked legs? Omari's perfect luscious lips, wrapped and slurping around his head, or so he thought, imagined, then fantasized. While she stroked the rest of his big gurthy manhood with her little hands, 'She had dat fire talent.' Some women didn't do just what it was called "SUCK, dick" they just put their mouths on it. He considers teaching her Omari's technique, but this did feel better. He did love Omari's head, but deep down he was really in love with everything else about Omari. Though a professional psychologist would've defined his feelings as infatuation. The other two chicks stood perfectly still in their stoic model poses. Could do so for centuries, it would even come naturally, easily since they were in-animate mannequins.

The rhythmic pounding of the passing seven train ignited his passion. The trains systematic roaring served as his catalyst. Whenever the train would pass he would step up the violence. This was the game he started months ago. Fish wasn't sure when, time began to run his days and weeks together. 'Maybe it was sometime around when that bitch I love, well, loved ((he corrected) yet still playing him self) cut me off from the pussy. When she, found out Jaquez was on his way back from prison. I'm sure I had her on a seven gram a day habit by then, but she still broke out.' He pulled the girl off his dick by her hair in the middle of deep throating, and gagging.

"You stupid bitch! You know you could've had it all! You didn't need him, but I needed you!" He screamed. "I'm sorry Fish, I'm so sorry I..." He pimp slapped her across the face. First of many more. "Shut up bitch! You not sorry!" He grinned with a smile only The Joker would admire. 'But daddy's gonna make sure you get there.'

He likes this one. 'Maybe I won't kill this one. That would save me some money.' Money didn't matter to him anymore, not much of anything did. He stopped taking his meds around the same time he started this... Fun.

'I know this ain't right, but shit! It makes me feel good. This one talks good shit, and good English, and got dat Panamanian or Dominican or whatever wop nigger look Omari got. Maybe I'll just fuck her in the head. Let her heal and pay triple over a few weeks.' He shoves her back onto his throbbing dick. Gagging and wiggling to pull herself from him, and he loved it when they fought. He yanked her up again "You like this don't you!" "NO!" she screamed out with the last of her breath, then drew in all the dank moldy air which surrounded her. "Stop your hurtin ... Fish ...".

'She's good, but she don't know what she doin. Omari wouldn't say shit like that.'

"Not bad. But no, she don't say shit like that." He said calmly coming out of the role play, when in fact the hooker was being herself. He paid fifteen stacks for a beater. They start at five depending on how long the girl would stays down fah whateva. After his party's they'd always up the price ... to play again.

"Well fuck you Fish!, Let me go!" He smiled picked her up and slamed her into the carpet, where the source of the water damage smell was found. As she lay dazed on her stomach in her too short blue jeans skirt, which he hiked the little it had to go up and over her waist, and ripped her white panties away. Hungrily like a child on Christmas who waited patiently all night to ravage their gift. With all the excitement, and hatred now running through his dick he rammed into her unprepared ass. She screamed attempting to crawl away without traction since half her body was now up off the ground, held up, and unto him by her waist.

She was so small and short, but still thick just like her. "OH! No wait AH! Get off me mutha ... !" She screamed with her full New York accent of warning with no hint of a Latina within at all now. He pivoted and put one knee out for balance, jutted his arm out and grabbed her neck from under her breast to squeeze the rest of her words out of her.

He felt her pulsing what blood she could get to and from her brain course under his hand. 'This is Omari's life in my hand.'

"Tell me you still love me." he said in low in a whispered grunt as he stroked in her pussy, while beginning to show signs of wear in his breath. She couldn't be heard, but she struggled to say something. He was living so vividly in the memory of when he was fucking Omari just like this years ago.

"I love you, Bitch! Now when are you gonna fuck me? Or is this all you got?" Is what he remembered she said. She was never satisfied.

'I never satisfied her. She was trying to get me to fuck all the bad shit that happened to her out.' He thought. They where both always on that soft, and pills when they fucked like this. She put him on to the S & M shit. The paining of woman was new to him, and he did more paining them than fucking since her. 'She did complain Jaquez would only make love to her, and that she needed to be fucked. She needed a real man, and now had one. But then bitch changed up on me.'

'Well fuck that dat bitch! YOU MINE, AND YOU DON'T EEN KNOW IT!' he screamed so loud in his mind he could hear it echo out through his ears and nose. Could feel the heat blowing out of him like he'd run a marathon. Muscles worn, heart beating "OH shit!" he said when he realized his Omari look alike had gone limp. "Baby BABY!?" He turned her over. Her eyes were wide open, yet she was not breathing. He shook her so vigorously her wig fell half off. "Omari I'm sorry come back, OMARI!" She gasped, and began to scream as he began to cry and slobber all in her mouth in a frantic kiss upon her. She pulled as much air into her lungs choking barely surviving respiratory arrest.

Laying on the floor holding her like a child, her limp body in recovery. Frozen in fear she just lay in wait for it all to just end. He slid his arm under her back pulling her up to him, to then nuzzle between her sweat coated breasts. Breathing her fear in with deep long breaths, as if she where a bouquet of flowers. "I love you, don't you love me?" Barely conscious she was lost in the thought of if she should go to the emergency room when, or if she got out of this. He nuzzled deeper which turned to nibbling on her nipples through her drenched blouse. "Don't worry baby ..." he said with her tit in his mouth "I'll pay you extra."

His darling little Nina stood starring off towards the moon thru the window. No one else within the room would appreciate that respite of true magnificence. She did not want to see what her master would do to this one. She did not want to do what he often ordered her to do nights like these. She just listened for anyone approaching the door. That was the only job of hers she owned for now. She did want to kill something, so as to forget about what was killed within her so long ago.