Black Vengeance Ch. 03

"You're lookin' kinda cute like that."

Confused, Jesse looked up at Shauna's face looming above him from the side as they walked down the sidewalk, hand in hand. "... Like what?" he said.

"You know, havin' to hold onto me to not fall, limpin' forward," Shauna explained with a little smile on her thick lips, brushing back the shoulder-length dreadlocks that had fallen in front of her face. Her gaze shifted to the backside of her blond lover, to the big, soft boy-butt jutting out. "Makes your fine ass jiggle with every step, too."

Jesse's mouth opened in shock at how Shauna was so comfortable with openly uttering such obscenities in the middle of the street, but he remained silent and continued to focus on walking, with one foot stiff and aching. It was strange how he was grateful for having someone escort him out of the slums, away from potential robberies and sexual assaults, considering that very same escort had assaulted him merely two days ago. Indeed, in her company there was no doubt that he would be returning to his apartment safe and sound... But essentially becoming her sex-slave in his own home was a hefty price to pay. It wasn't out of the question to look for an escape, or to call for help, but he needed a good opportunity that Shauna was unlikely to provide.

"You know there ain't nobody out there who would appreciate that as much as me, right?" Shauna went on.

"... My ass?" said Jesse, blushing both from flattery and annoyance.

"Hell yeah, your ass. Ain't nobody with a stronger love for little white girls than me. And when they have a big fat ass too? Fuckin' perfect."

"Am I supposed to feel honored?" Jesse scoffed.

Shauna let out a little giggle. "Nah, you're supposed to be relieved to have found me," she explained. "I know that you're still skeptical about becomin' my lil' girl, but you ain't gonna find anyone better than me. I think you know that."

"I sincerely hope you're right..."

"You'll see, babe," Shauna said, squeezing the boy's frail little hand a bit tighter, almost like a mother would her child. "How long we gotta walk for by the way?"

Jesse looked around to get an idea of where they were, relieved to see that the buildings around them began to look less and less run down. "I don't know. Maybe about a mile from here."

"Your foot gonna be okay for that long?"

Jesse shrugged. "I'll manage. It's not like we have a choice, anyway."

"I could carry you," Shauna said and bit her lip. "Though I can't promise that I can control my urges if I do..."

"I-I'm fine!" Jesse stammered, turning away to hide the deepening blush on his face.

"Aight, suit yourself."

Despite everything, Jesse couldn't help but occasionally glance at the towering, black woman he was holding on to. As if she had sought to set an erotic mood before they were even at his place, her choice of clothing was definitely doing a fine job in that regard. From the black thigh high boots to the white hotpants, the smooth skin of her muscular legs was almost divine to behold. Likewise, her abs, as well as her tattooed shoulders and arms were all on display, the white, short-sleeved crop top she wore barely even managing to contain her fat, jiggling tits.

Looking at her face in profile really made Jesse realize how big and soft those lips of hers were. The way they pouted with a little smirk on them almost made him wish for Shauna to suddenly be filled with a sudden desire to cover him with kisses, even though he knew that there would be plenty of exactly that to expect once his apartment door closed behind them. Perhaps he merely yearned for some other type of intimacy than him being used like a fucktoy, and out here on the streets there was no way things would be taken that far... Well, probably.

He still couldn't quite comprehend why he felt anything more than contempt for her. It is often said that people will hold on to their first love far beyond what is healthy or reasonable, regardless of any physical or mental abuse that they might suffer in the process... But this wasn't love. Any hope for it to become love at some point in the future was slim considering how they had started off. And yet, those moments of seemingly genuine affection from Shauna left more to be desired from her. Jesse still hadn't found his first love, but in Shauna he had found his firstanything when it came to women, and throwing that away could prove to be a regrettable decision.

They continued to walk mostly in silence, with the occasional humming from Shauna and whimpering from Jesse. His foot was in a decent condition to walk with, but to say that the ache wasn't getting worse as a result would be false. Some part of him wanted to give in and ask Shauna to carry him the rest of the way, but his pride wouldn't allow it. At the same time, her suggestive glances and annoying, smug happiness almost seemed to hint that she already knew that he needed assistance, and that she was merely waiting for him to ask.

Thankfully his apartment complex came within view before long, in a still, quiet part of the suburbs. While it looked in far better shape than Shauna's home, it wasn't exactly newly built, and was befit for his attempt at beginning to live a humble lifestyle away from his spoiled past. Of the several square, gray buildings that stood in a row of five along the street, Jesse's was the one at the far end, at the very edge of where the four story tall apartment buildings transitioned to the small houses that spanned the rest of the city in that direction.

"This is it..." Jesse mumbled, pointing to his home.

Shauna gazed upon the building and surrounding area. "Hmm. Cozy lil' place, ain't it?"

"I guess..."

"Bet you're happy I didn't decide to keep you in the ghetto," Shauna said, ruffling Jesse's blond hair with her big, strong hand.

He blushed at how casually Shauna was suggesting that he was nothing more than her property. "Yeah, whatever," was all he replied with. "Let's just get inside."

"You don't wanna give me a little tour of the outside first?" She could already imagine the stares from Jesse's neighbours at the two of them outside their windows on a summer day... A pretty little blond boy with a big, soft butt, standing just a few inches past five feet, hand in hand with a ghetto black girl a foot taller, her muscular body covered in tattoos and piercings. Naturally, she wouldn't hesitate to use her most suggestive clothing, drawing attention to the big bulge in her pants that would paint an immediate picture in everyone's head of what occurred in the odd couple's bedroom...

Jesse on the other hand, did not share her excitement. "No!" he said, a wave of panic suddenly flashing across his girly facial features. "There's nothing to see anyway! It's just a little yard!"

"Yeah, well, I wanna know what we're workin' with. You know, for when the weather calls for some chillin' outdoors. We could bring a blanket, put on bikinis, oil each other up... Sounds nice, don't it?"

"Wha-..." Jesse blurted, the little remnant of the blush from moments ago suddenly enhanced ten-fold. "N-no! I... I don't even like being outside..."

"Oh, I get it," said Shauna. "You'd rather go to the beach, right? So that you can show off that tight, sexy body of yours?" Bending over, she hooked her arm around Jesse's neck and let her hand continue down his chest. "... Or maybe you just wanna show the world what a good lil' black-owned girl you've become?" She wet her thick lips with her tongue and pressed them against Jesse's burning cheek, giving him kiss after kiss as she slowly inched closer to his mouth.

"No!" he protested, turning away. "... Please, can you at least wait until we're inside?"

Shauna chuckled. "Fine. Lead the way, babe."

Letting out an annoyed sigh, Jesse trudged on with his aching foot, leading Shauna to his home hand in hand. Slowly making his way along the sidewalk next to the small hedge by the complex, he ran a worried gaze across the windows of his building for anyone that might be staring wide-eyed at what he was bringing home with him. He didn't exactly know any of his neighbours all that well, but there had been the occasional chat here and there. Needless to say, if any of them were to see him with Shauna, questions were sure to arise the next time he was stuck in the elevator with them.

Moving on to the little cobblestone path splitting the small front yard in two, Jesse suddenly forced himself to push through the pain and hurry inside. He pulled on Shauna's arm, only to notice a clear resistance from her, as if she was refusing to speed up. Whether or not she knew exactly what was going on inside his head, it wouldn't have come as a surprise if she was purposefully teasing him with the possibility of being seen with her out in the open.

When they reached the entrance to the building at last, Jesse thought he was in the clear as he typed in the entrance code and swung the heavy door open, but luck was not on his side. He had hardly even stepped inside when the elevator doors on the right-hand side of the corridor opened, and out came a small, elderly woman with frizzy, grey hair and a pair of ridiculously large glasses. She lit up the moment she laid eyes upon Jesse, just as Shauna set foot inside the building.

"Hello, Je-... sse..." the old woman said, her voice trailing off as she looked up at the face of the dark figure looming behind the small boy. Her black skin aside, tattoos, piercings and dreadlocks such as Shauna's were certainly not a common sight in this part of the city.

"M-Mrs. Adams!" Jesse stammered, looking back and forth between her and Shauna in a fluster. "Umm... Th-this is-"

"Jessie's girlfriend," Shauna filled in in her booming, powerful voice. "Don't be alarmed. I might look a bit out of place, but I ain't nothin' to worry about." She put on her most radiant smile she was capable of, her rows of white teeth contrasting with her skin.

The old woman took a few seconds to process what she was beholding, before a strained smile forced itself onto her face as well. "M-my, Jesse, what a surprise! I never took you for such a... ladies' man!" With a subtle but noticeable tremble, she slowly raised her hand and held it out in front of the intimidating black woman.

"Oh, he's quite the charmer, lemme tell you." Instead of shaking Mrs. Adams hand, Shauna gently grabbed her frail fingers and bent down to plant a kiss on them with her big, soft lips. She slowly rose back up, staring into the old woman's eyes the entire time with complete and utter confidence. "Name's Shauna. Pleasure meetin' you, ma'am."

Suddenly, every last trace of nervosity on Mrs. Adams' face was gone. "Well, goodness me, what a fine young lady you've found yourself, Jesse! Come to think of it, this is the first time I've seen you with a girl at all! I'm so happy for you!"

Jesse's mouth had gone as dry as a desert during the strange meeting he had just witnessed. "Thanks..." he managed to say.

"I'm Martha, Jesse's next door neighbour," the woman continued, all her focus directed at Shauna. "I guess I'll see you around from now on, huh?"

"Without a doubt," Shauna said. With that, she cast a glance at Jesse, smiling as she took in the look of disbelief on his face while he struggled to break his submissive silence with some form of protest.

Martha giggled. "Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone now. Take care!"

"You too, sweetheart."

Waving at them, Martha continued out of the door, leaving her stunned, blond neighbour alone once more in the clutches of his so-called girlfriend who was now pulling him along to the elevator. He couldn't believe it. With her charm alone, Shauna had managed to convince his nearly 80 year old neighbour that she was a sweet, friendly person that shouldn't be judged by her appearance, despite her true personality being perfectly reflected by her rough looks. How does one even become such a smooth talker as to pull something like that off? Normally, an old lady like Martha would be expected to be the last person to accept a thuggish-looking person like Shauna into their presence, and yet she was swayed within seconds. She may have been a kind old lady, but this was just ridiculous.

"You're lucky you have such a friendly neighbour, huh?" Shauna said, nudging Jesse's arm as they waited for the elevator to come.

Jesse merely stared at the floor. "I wanna die..."

"What, you ashamed of me or somethin'?"

Detecting an ever so slight hint of grief in her voice, Jesse turned to Shauna, a blank, almost sullen facial expression meeting him. "No, I just... This is all so sudden... and..."

"... And?"

"I... I'm sorry, Shauna," he mumbled. "I didn't mean to offend you..."

Shauna leaned down, kissing him on top of his head of thick, blond hair. "It's okay, babe. You'll get used to havin' me around before long." As if to show that he wasn't getting away from her, she clasped his shoulders firmly with her hands as the elevator doors opened in front of them, then dragged him with her inside.

In a mood even gloomier than before, Jesse pressed the button to the fourth floor, the mechanisms of the closing elevator doors preventing a complete silence from setting in. Shauna truly had a strange effect on him. Here he was, knowing damn well that she was forcing him to go through with all this after having subjected him to several humiliating acts already, and she still found a way to make him feel guilty over not accepting her. It was pathetic in a way, but some part of him was able to look past the things Shauna had done in hopes that things might get better, and that all that would be left after a while would be the good aspects of his "girlfriend". That part of him was no doubt the same one that lusted for the next time her big, black cock dangled in front of his face...

The moment Jesse dreaded was getting closer and closer as they exited the elevator at the fourth floor, but Shauna was getting more excited by the second. Having almost forgotten about his injury, she pulled him along the corridor in a manner that could only be described as aggressive, her eyes scanning the little name tags next to the doors they passed. Then, in the far end of the building she at last saw the name she was looking for.

"Well, you made it here in one piece, babe," she said.

Jesse sighed. "Yeah, more or less..."

With a grin, Shauna suddenly grabbed him in a tight, yet gentle grip around his neck, pulling him back towards herself and putting her chin on his shoulder. "Let's see if you stay that way..." she purred in his ear, complete with a wet kiss against it.

"Shauna, please..." Jesse begged, almost letting out an involuntary moan. "We're almost inside..."

"Then what you waitin' for? Unlock the door, silly."

Fishing his keys out of his pocket with a quivering hand, Jesse went on to insert it into the keyhole of his apartment door. This was it. This was the moment his safe haven would be breached by Shauna. Had he not been able to shake her by now, how would he be able to after involving her in his life even further? Not that there was much he could do, but still...

"Huh, that's kinda weird," Shauna suddenly said, reading the name tag next to Jesse's door again.

"What?"

She pointed at it. "They spelled your name wrong."

Jesse bent forward a bit and squinted, carefully reading the letters and being left confused. "... No they didn't?" he said. He read it over and over, and sure enough there was not a single thing wrong with it.Jesse it said, carved in a thick, dark font that couldn't possibly have been misread.

"Yes they did," Shauna insisted nonetheless. "They missed an 'i'."

"Huh? There's no 'i' in Jesse..." He looked at Shauna as if she were an idiot, but she returned his look with nothing but unwavering certainty.

"You crazy?" she said, one of her eyebrows raised at him. "J-E-S-S-I-E. That's how it's spelled, ain't it?"

At last, Jesse understood what she was getting at. He felt a bit stupid for not realizing it sooner, considering that Shauna at virtually no point had referred to him as a boy. Hell, the very first time he told her his name he had probably immediately been established as a "Jessie" to her, and, as all his crying and protesting had proven, nothing would make her change her mind. Only now did he truly realize that as long as he was with her, his male identity would have to be put aside to keep her satisfied.

"Yeah, I... I guess you're right..." he mumbled.

Immediately upon hearing that, Shauna brightened the mood with a soft giggle. "We're gonna have to get that fixed. But we'll worry 'bout that later. Now quit stallin' and open the damn door!"

"Right..." Jesse said, at last turning the keys.

Shauna's excitement practically radiated off her body as Jesse swung the door open. Only from what little she could see of his living room past the initial little hallway and the fresh, clean scent that hit her, she already knew that his apartment was in a million times better shape than hers. No more smell of smoke ingrained into the walls, no more cracks in floorboards and tiles, no more waking up angry on a lousy, old bed. His bed... That's right... Proper cuddles and proper sessions of sweaty, rough sex would no longer be a hazard that could result in getting impaled by the pointy end of a spring.

Unable to contain herself any longer, she practically ran past Jesse and into his apartment, her eyes immediately scanning every nook and cranny there was. His apartment reflected his attempt at a new life in that it was humble and simple in decor and size, but Shauna couldn't have asked for anything better. She practically gagged at the thought of living in total luxury like she knew that Jesse could afford, surrounded by expensive furniture and pompous ornaments. She wasn't about that type of lifestyle. What she wanted was a still, relaxing and simple environment where she and Jesse could live free of worries.

Having entered the living room through the small hallway by the entrance, Shauna smiled as she took in the little pieces of Jesse's world. Adorning the walls and drawers were pictures of him with his all-female group of friends; pictures of him at his high school graduation; pictures of a dog that seemed to date back a few years, presumably to his childhood. Then of course, there were the things that only added to his girly looks and demeanor. So called "inspirational" but in reality quite corny quotes written in thick, cursive letters hanging on the wall; scented candles on damn near every table; pretty flowers by the windows, and a desk on top of which was a laptop covered in colorful stickers of questionable masculinity.

Shauna spun around in the middle of the room, before looking at Jesse standing in the doorway to the hallway. "This sure as hell is an upgrade," she said. Her eyes travelled to the couch and armchairs that surrounded a neat little coffee table, and she could already picture Jesse bending over their soft padding, naked and spreading his fat, white ass for her. "Plenty of cozy furniture to have some fun on, don't you think?"

"Good that you have your priorities in order..." Jesse muttered, crossing his arms.

Saying nothing, Shauna smirked and walked up to him. Without hesitation, she hugged him with her strong, tattooed arms and pulled him tightly against her chest, before leaning in for a sudden french kiss. Whether she did it as a form of comfort, or just because she had wanted to do it for a long time since leaving her apartment, even she did not know. Perhaps it was a mix of both.

After a few seconds of spit-swapping she broke the kiss but stayed close enough to Jesse that the string of spit between their mouths remained. "Jessie... Let's not dwell on the past, aight? Things will get better from now on, I promise you. We can start over from the beginnin' here at your place."