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….
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I felt something big, massive, penetrating through my pleasure hole, feeling up my stomach, my lungs, and almost coming out through my mouth. The man’s dick was that big. Well, at least, for me. I had only had sex once before he and his nephew took advantage of me. I was more or less half a virgin, if there is any such thing. Slowly, he was pushing himself further inside me. He could not go any faster because the tunnel was damn too tight for him. But God, it was painful. The man was not interested in knowing whether I was ready for him or not. But if truth be told, I could never be ready for a callous beast like him. He could romance me and touch different parts of my body all day and I would never get wet or be desirous of him. By the time he touched down the very bottom of my honey pot, I felt a sharp explosion inside my head. I opened my mouth wide to scream but not a word came out. Yes, indeed, the dragon had landed right inside me!
“Oh, boy, you’re so sweet, so tight..” the idiot moaned in my ears as he glided in and out of me. His big bulgy eyes were filled with so much pleasure. He lowered his face and tried to kiss me on the mouth but I promptly turned my face away. It was bad enough that he was fucking me, now he wanted me to kiss him too!
The man tore my stomach apart. He was practically rearranging my intestines with his Anaconda. He took one of my boobs in his mouth and began to play with, licking and nibbling at the nipple. I just laid spread out on the bed for him, watching him violate me. I pulled and held on to his bed spread, clawing at the thick cloth, trying to contain the excruciating pain he was putting me through. Perhaps if the man wasn’t taking undue advantage of me the way he was doing, maybe I would’ve found him to be a pleasant experience. But there is no way a man would be acting this selfishly and callously to a woman and still expect her to enjoy making love to him, except of course if she’s stupid.
“Are you not enjoying me? Don’t you like it?” the idiot asked, a wide grin on his stupid face.
“No, I am not!” I snapped at him. “Please, get it over with and don’t release inside me, and you’re not even wearing a condom,” I said to him.
The man gave a sadistic “I shouldn’t release inside you? What are you scared of again, another second pregnancy to add to the one already inside you? You’re indeed still very young, please don’t make me laugh.”
It was then I realized that truly, it no longer mattered whether he wore a condom or not, the damage had been done already. And he couldn’t possibly make it worse.
I closed my eyes as the beast tore in and out of me. He hooked my legs with his hands and kept them well spread apart for him. The tears began to roll down my face slowly and quietly. I was really sorry for myself. And I began to wonder how I got myself into this mess. Soon, the man pulled his dick out of my pussy and just when I was starting to thank my stars that he was done, he held me by the waist and turned me over on the bed. Then he said, “turn over, baby girl, I want to take you from behind, its doggy style now!”
