Then, one after the pother, he began to unbutton my blouse. Gently, he took off my blouse and dropped it on the chair behind me. He stared at my full breasts inside the bra and I could see his eyes popping out of their sockets. Then, when he was done staring at my boobs, he reached for the hook of my bra and let out my breasts from their enclave. He held them in his hands and kissed them like they were the two most important things in his life. He licked them, sucked them and caressed them. I just stood there like a stature, unmoved, emotionless. I felt nothing. There was no desire in for him in me. The only thing I felt inside for him hatred- deep and unbridled hatred.
Soon after, he moved to my waist and then wrapped his hands round my buttocks. He held my bum firmly and pressed it hard as though it was his property. Then, lifted up my skirt and he started to remove my pant…..
I shut my eyes firmly as I felt his hands run all over my bumbum. He pulled down my pant further down my legs and held me by the waist before pressing me body hard against his. I just stood there motionless, like a statue, unmoved by all that he was doing to me. It was a big torture I was going through and I was praying it would all end as quickly as possible.
“Unhook my belt and pull down my pant,” he said to me, almost in whispers. I was stunned.
:What..what did you say?” I asked him, not sure I heard him correctly.
“You heard me, dear, I said unhook my belt and pull down my pant. You have just been standing there doing nothing. I need to feel that you’re with me, otherwise, I could as well have been romancing a mannequin,” he said sarcastically.
How I hated him. How I wished I had the power to snuff life out of him. I had no choice but to do his bidding. I started to unhook his belt. By the time I was done with his belt and his trouser dropped to his knee, the big bulge in his white pant scared me to death. I had never imagined a man’s dick could be that big inside the pant. I had only had sex once in my life before then, and it was with a boy my age. His dick was nothing like what I was staring at.
“Why are you trembling? Haven’t you seen something this big before?” the bastard threw at him, his eyes gazing at me. “My dick can’t be so much bigger than Bobby’s dick, could it?”
I almost spat at him. “I never saw Bobby’s Dick! He drugged me and raped me, I didn’t see anything! How many times do I have to explain this to you?” I yelled at him. I could feel blood boiling inside me. I was starting to lose my cool, but again, I remembered I was at his mercy. I had to play by his rules. Very soon, all of this would pass away and I will forget any of this ever happened.
“That is your story and that’s not important to me for now, just get on with it, will you?” he urged me on.
I didn’t know what else he expected me to do as I had unhooked his belt as he requested.
“Pull down my pant!” he snapped at me. I couldn’t do that. And swiftly, he pulled down his pant himself, grabbed my hand used it to grab his dick. I shrieked from the touch of his ferocious looking Anaconda.
“Hold it!” he urged me. I closed my eyes as I felt sorry for myself for what this man putting me through. I felt him grab my hand again and place it on his big and wickedly erect sugar stick. Then, he started to fondle my breast with his left hand while his right hand found its way back to my bumbum and in between my legs. He was trying to insert a finger inside my treasure garden but I held my thighs together firmly, making it impassable for his finger. How I wish he could just get on with it and over with so I can put this entire terrible nightmare behind me….
“Oga, can we get this thing over with, please?” I snapped at him, every blood in my veins boiling with anger.
I could see what the man was trying to do. He was trying to see if he could get me into the mood for sex. So, he was trying to take his time, touching my body in areas that should drive me crazy, hoping that could get me hungry for him as well. But he was merely wasting his time, and mine as well. If he knew how much every touch of his hand disgusted me, he would not be thinking he could possibly get me sexually aroused. As far as I knew, what he was doing to me was no different from what his nephew did to me. Bobby drugged me and then raped me with my eyes closed. He was also, in a sense, raping me as well, only difference is that he was raping me with my consent, even though induced, and with my eyes wide open!
“You don’t have to be bitchy about it, Rosie dear, this is purely business. And you should even consider yourself lucky that I’m offering you a bailout from this mess you’re in,” he was saying as he kept trying to finger me, forcing his fingers through my clenched thighs.
I was barely listening to the nonsense he was saying. “If I were you, I would release my body and try to enjoy myself because, at the end of the day, only one person will enjoy himself and that will be me!”
I looked up and stared at the sadist, I couldn’t put it beyond him that he was probably mentally unstable. He could be sick upstairs and he probably didn’t even know it.
“But can’t you see, sir, you are not me! You can’t be me! How can you possibly expect me to do something you’re forcing me to do against my will? How is that possible?” I asked him. But I could’ve been talking to a statue for all the response the man gave to me. He merely looked at me without any iota of empathy in his eyes, smiled stupidly and then grabbed my hand again and placed it on his manhood that was already as rock solid as the Iroko tree in front of my compound. And to think he would actually force that scary looking thing inside me. I can’t imagine the pain it would put me through, I’m sure that by the time he is done with me, my entire pussy would’ve been terribly vandalized.
Finally, his fingers found their way into my honey pot. He stuck his fingers deep into my pussy and the harder he tried, the more painful it was. He was actually enjoying himself at my expense. When he was done fingering me, he pulled down my pant and my skirt and climbed out of his trouser and pant too. He switched over to my boobs and began to fondle them hungrily. He sucked my nipples so hard that I feared he was going to yank them off my breasts. And then, as though he was suddenly possessed by some mysterious force, the man bent over, lifted me off the floor and carried me straight to his bedroom.
The room was big and very neat. And the bed was the type they call king size. It was massive. And I wondered what he was doing with a bed that big and how many women he must’ve ‘slaughtered’ on it. We were both naked now. And he dropped me on the bed, laid on top of me as he climbed in between my legs, spreading my legs wide apart. Then, slowly, he began to knock on the door of my pussy with his big, black and scary Anaconda….The dragon was about to enter….
