The Family BBC - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

The Family BBC - Chapter 9

... bed.

"George, he's not going to like that. We don't want to anger him." I considered using my new forged powers of assertiveness over my husband, but I did fear going alone into one of the worst parts of the city late at night. "H-he might do something - awful to you again."

"Better me than you. You said I'm stronger than I give myself credit for. Tonight I'm going to test that credit." He would not be dissuaded. He threw on a shirt and pants. I put on a heavy robe that tied together with multiple strings. We ran to the car, in our slippers.

He drove the Prius. It was a smarter move than you might think. A well cared for car gains more respect from unfortunates, than a time worn vehicle would earn.

City traffic at 3am allowed us to reach Leland in less than fifteen minutes. He was a mess: bloody nose, scraped elbows, palms, and knees,... His bulging stomach had a foot print on it! A pool of vomit lay near his head, and his hair was half soaked. He cringed and raised his arm at our approach, not recognizing us. "Al kill y'muthafuggers!" Leland groaned loudly!

"It's your white slut, Leland!" I shouted over his barks of pain. "I'm gonna take you to the hospital."

"Honey!" George scolded.

"I needed to be sure he understood who I am."

"Culleen?" Leland's jaw trembled. "Dae took ma phone, ma clip, an ma bottle! Then some crazy com along in jus kick me!"

"I'll put a blanket in the back seat." George went to the car.

"Y gonna fug me, Sweetee? I be reel ...

... nice 'is time."

"Yes." The stupid bastard, I should have kicked his nuts myself! "Now let me help you to the car."

He was able to get to his feet with little help, but he staggered, bent over due to a possible hernia from being kicked. "Balls hurt lik muthafugg'r! Lemme see y tits, lik goo Bich." He wheezed.

"When we get to the car."

George had an open water bottle in his hand and rinsed Leland's hair. The vile smell decreased ninety percent. My husband helped to heft the large black man into the limited back seat. Leland grabbed my left wrist. "Y sit w me, right?" He spoke with equal parts demand and plea.

"Leland, let go of my wife!" George blurted, a lot of repressed anger launched the words.

"No, fggat! I gots fuk her!"

"He's in no shape to worry about, George. Just get him to emergency care." I slipped into the back seat and placed Leland's head on my lap. George fumed while ducking into the driver seat and racing away at top posted speed. I rolled down the window to vent the smell of Jagermeister puke. Also it made me feel less confined with Leland who pawed at the top strings of my robe. "Dem tittys be bess, Whyht Slut. My Shelly-" He frowned deep with sadness. "N'vr ha ta belt 'er."

His fingers shook too much to untie the top string of my robe. Sadly knowing that my husband would find out I gave in. Why did I give a damn about this abusive rapist!? I untied the top string and pulled open my robe. "Take your mind off the hurt, okay?"

Leland ...