The concerned young man walked away, leaving Emma alone in a bad neighborhood. She smoothed her skirt, which was dirty from having been left on the bus floor while she was being gang banged by the passengers. Her shamefully wet pussy was still full of cum.
"Stop thinking, crack whore," the Other told her inside her head. "Start walking so we can find you some crack and a baby daddy to knock your stupid slut body up."
Emma started shuffling down the street. She passed a closed payday loans place, a disreputable car junk shop, and a shuttered corner store. Young men glared at her from concrete steps and low-rider bicycles as she passed them.
She turned her head as she walked past an alley. There was a junkie about to shoot up some crack in it.
The Other took control again. She walked into the dark alley. There were more addicts she didn't see. They stared at Emma's tight body.
"Fuck my pussy for crack," she offered.
The scrawny junkie looked up and blinked rapidly. "Sure," he answered and wiped his nose.
The Other made Emma lie down on a dirty sheet of carboard and pulled up her already cum-stained skirt.
The junkie mounted Emma, digging his jagged fingers into her arms, and fucked her pussy.
"He's going to knock you up, crack whore," the Other told Emma. "You'll be such a beautiful crack mommy."
The addict came, filling up Emma's cunt, and staggered to his feet. He then ran off with his crack.
"Hey," Emma exclaimed, but then the other addicts rushed out of the night and swarmed her helpless body in the filthy alley. |