The next few days were a hazy blur as I tried to process what to do. I couldn’t keep up with what was happening and whatever came my way, felt like too much to bear.
Anika stood by my side, offering me constant support and comfort. We discussed our options at length: keeping or giving away my baby seemed like an impossible choice! It felt wrong either way. We both agreed on keeping it a secret from my parents for now till we are sure of what to do.
“We can’t keep being quiet anymore. We should go storm his office and let him know what he has done” Anika fumes hot after seeing me crouched up at a corner in the kitchen, crying.
“And if he doesn’t cooperate?” I asked through my sniffs.
“Then we will shout down the entire premises. We will shout and make everyone know the evil man that he is”
“But what if we ended up being bundled out of the facility by the securities without even getting to see him?” I tried to be reasonable in our approach and she understood.
“Well, that is true. It’s best we approach this tactically. I suggest we take his business card he gave us then in the club, go there calmly and pretend he is expecting us. With the card at hand they would believe we already have an appointment with him.”
So, the next day, we stormed his office. We managed to meet him unaware of our coming, he jumped out of his seat, startled and surprised to see us.
“What is all this” he said as we barged into his office, spreading his hands at us in a gesture of uncertainty, disbelief and anger.
He made to pick up the receiver of his office telephone, but one look at Anika, her face stern and haughty, as she shook her head as though to say “I wouldn’t advise you to do so”, He dropped the phone.
“What are you girls here for?”
Anika stepped forward and immediately launched out at him
“You will never do this to anybody ever again! You ruined the life of an innocent girl just so you can satisfy your urges!” her voice echoed in the entire room.
He broke into a delirious laughter and then quickly regained himself and responded,
“So, is that why you barged into my office like untamed goats? And, isn’t it too late already? Or what do you want now?”
I told him the truth- that I was pregnant with his baby and I needed his help in deciding what to do. He shuttered into silence, off guard by my audacity to confront him in this way.
He stood there, speechless, not knowing what to say. I felt the news of my pregnancy wasn’t something he was ever expecting to hear. I looked at Anika, who had been quiet all this while and gave her a slight nod.
But Anika had a plan up her sleeves – she knew how to deal with someone like him; manipulative and cunning. She pulled out her phone from her shallow handbag.
“Well, we now have the one and only Mercedes Moore, the real estate mogul of America confessing to sexual crimes, raping a girl and impregnating her against her will who is also a minor! Everything you said since we got here are all recorded. I promise you its going on social media and all necessary quarters. How would it feel to have your cunny, gentle, manipulative voice all over the media cooing to the ears of everyone admitting to be the demon that you are?.”
A steely eye contact established between them until he finally caved saying, “Fine, but not so fast… Not so smart!”
He took out his mobile phone, typed on few keys and brought the phone’s screen to the level of our face to see.
Playing was a video, showing all he did to me that night. How I was wriggling, moaning loudly and begging him for more. I broke down in tears. Anika’s hands flew to her mouth.
“Oh do not cry yet, coochie, look and listen to this part more.”
My friends eyes shot out at the name he called me, and memories of what he did to me that night came rushing back at me.
I gasped when I heard me telling him not to stop when he asked if he should. I was desperately begging him to continue. I also participated in the activity more prominently than I ever imagine I could have such an energy for.
“You gave your consent, girl. It was never a rape. You wanted it too, and you are no more 17, your birthday was last week. Your pop cherry experience could have happened anytime after your birthday. You simply have nothing to prove.
So, how does it feel now to see these tapes released out to the public and everyone in your school, and your parents too?. Huh?” He kept on making the air unbearable for us to breathe.
He gave a hearty laugh and then shouted at us,
“Get the hell out of my office!”.
I crumpled to the floor, a puddle of tears and defeat, my sobs echoing in the silence. But Anika was filled with a seething anger, her face hardened with rage and eyes ablaze with fury as her hand whipped out and struck Mercedes’ left cheek with a resounding slap. Rather than being cowed by the action, Mercedes threw his head back and burst into a mocking laughter digging into my soul like a thousand knives. Then, he challenged her.
“Wait, I wish I could take credit for yours but I am not the one you need to slap.”
He started pressing few buttons on his phone swiftly and Anika looked at me. We were both obviously confused. I stood up from the floor to his phone’s screen displaying a scene that made me wish the ground to open up and swallow us all up.
It was Anika and Mike in a room that looked similar to the one I had seen Mercedes molest me in.
Anika pushed Mike against the wall and started undoing his pants. She unzipped and his cock sprang free, hard and dark and pulsing. He pinched her nipples and she moaned. She licked his shaft and took him in her mouth, running her tongue along his slit. He moaned and he pulled her head closer to his groin, pulled at her hair and started to fuck her face, pushing deeper with each thrust.
She clutched at him, panting and drooling, licking his balls, trailing down to his taint, swirling her tongue around the rim of his asshole before pulling back again. Suddenly he came inside her mouth and he swooned as she swallowed.
In few seconds, Mike was seen pouring the content of a little jar on his huge cock and jerking it till it became so hard as a rock again almost immediately.
He bent her over the bed as if he wanted to pound her from behind. When Mike thrust inside her, she screamed and arched her back.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asked while intensifying his thrust.
“No, don’t stop.. don’t stop.. don’t stoooop!” Anika cried pleasurably.
“Beg me for more!”
“Please go on. Fuck me more. Harder… harder… fuck me more!”
Anika was moaning, her cries pierced the air, letting out a deep, primal moan that rose above the sound of Mike’s grunting that were more like growls as he thrust harder and deeper, entering her with such a fierce force from the back. They were both slick with sweat, their skin shining and her fat ass was glistening.
After a few more intense thrusts, Mike came inside her with force and Anika released one last scream before collapsing on the bed.
He took the jar again, pouring its contents on the full length of his dick and came back for Anika.
This time I suddenly heard the sound of a belt being snapped and my heart stopped. Mike had tied her hands on the bed post, standing in front of her with legs so wide apart, his cock already hard and towering over her. He took a three-corded whip and whipped himself at the back, the whip swishes, the tail cutting a thin line into the air. It lands with a violent crack, as if a rifle had shot a bullet. The tip of the whip lashes his skin,
his expression in a weird pleasure.
He then proceeded to rub on his body especially on the back he just whipped, a strange oily ointment that reminds me of peppermint, the kind you have in sore shoulders and joints, giving you some burning or tingling sensations on the skin.
He took some ointment between his fingers and started rubbing them against Anika’s nipples making them harder than ever before.
Anika let out a low but deep moan as she felt a tingling sensation all over her body due to the ointment seeping into her skin that caused an intense arousal feeling.
He took great pleasure in slapping and spanking her rear before doing a little bit of rough tugging on it. He grabbed her thick thigh with such a ferocity, lifting it up and baring her delicate flesh to his hungry gaze. Her waist quivered with anticipation as he drove his manhood pulsing eagerly deep into her depths, thrusting with unwavering intensity. He hammered into her with a white-hot fervor, digging her as though he was in a race. Her wetness was almost immeasurable, flooding around him like an inexhaustible tide.
Her pussy made quick slurping sounds as she got wetter and the thrust faster, the noises loud enough to hear. Her big breasts danced in the air as he pounded into her harder and harder, until finally Mike released inside Anika once more, spilling deep within her inner core.