My Aunty Made Me A Sex Worker Chapter 16
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TIME SKIP
“Get her, and strip off her dress, tie her to the bed. Let Mr Obama have her all he wants.” aunt Mona ordered.
Instantly, the Tiger and one other boy
Walked towards me immediately we stepped out of the car.
“No please! Don’t do this to me.” I cried.
“Why Shouldn’t i huh?” Aunt Mona sounded.
“Hurry up and tie her down”
WRITER'S POV
Pie’s heart flew off her chest as she saw the men strode towards her.
Mr Obama’s boot slammed loudly on the floor as he walked towards her…
His face was hard as rock.. without no hint of smile on his face.
What is she gonna do now?
Obviously he’s finally gonna have Pie tonight.
Pie’s slowly stood up, her feet feeling jelly.
There’s no escape for her tonight.
She’s doom tonight there’s no escape for her tonight.
“Why is all these happening to her? She wailed.
Mr Obama stood before her in an overpowering glory….
Giving her a”we meet again look”
“Please Mr Obama, don’t do this to me.. I Know you have a daughter, will you be happy if it was your daughter that’s being treated this way??” she sounded, with teary eyes.
Slap!!
A devastating slap!!
A resounding slaps!!!
Mr Obama all dashed it out to Pie’s cheeks.
The rest of the words were swalloen back in her mouth, as Mr Obama grabbed her throat in a tight squeeze.
“She dare mentioned her daughter?.. How dare she?..
She’s isn’t Worthy to refer to his daughter..
“Who did she think she’s? She’s just a little dirty sêx worker.
Pie struggled really hard to get his hands off her neck but it proved fertile.. her cheek was on fire due to the slap. Her eyes watered already and her face red.
….
It seems like the old man wanna end her life.
“Pl…s…pls…have… Mercyyyy.” She stuttered gasping for air.
“No way!” He scoffed.. As his hands loosen.
“You all may leave,, I will take it from here.” He ordered Mona and his boys.
“Yes Mr Obama, you can have her all you pleases. And if she proves stubborn don’t hesitate to call on me.” Aunt Mona blotted. as the three walked out of the room shutting the door behind them.
“STRIP… and hold on that table” He ordered with a hard face. Doing his button.
“Please master,, don’t do this to me.” she begged joining her hands together.
“You want it in a hard way huh? I don’t give a fvck. Before I’m done doing my button your A** Should be facing me.. He ordered,, pulling his clothes hurriedly.
With Shaky hands, Pie pulled off her clothes, paving way for her sliky b==bs.
She pulled down her panties at the same time.
She walked towards his study table and held it. with tears blurring her vision.she could have done something stupid but she don’t want to endanger her mother more.
She held unto the desk, arching her back A little.
Mr Obama walked towards her and grabbed her as$, rising up her legs.
Her p*ssy was turned to him.
He brought out some condom and slide on,, he took hold of his long fat mamba stroke it a little before forcefully pushed it into her tight entrance.
Pie flinched at the feeling of his d==k at her entrance.
His d*ck must be really fat and chubby…
Mr Obama groåned as to how tight
And sweet pie was..
He pushed in making sure he’s whole d*ck was swallowed in her completely.
Pie whimpered, she felt so dirty. she wish to die already.
Her hands were Shaky already on the desks.
He started slowly, but increased his pace..
Pounding and riding her ruthlessly.
Pie tried so hard to keep up with his space, but she couldn’t, he thrûst her so r0ugh.
Pie couldn’t keep calm anymore.
She bursted into tears.
She have got her mind made up not to beg the old man anymore.
PIE
I Laid on the bare floor, i couldn’t feel most of my body parts Mr Obama inflicted so much pain on me.
He grinned on me without Mercy and sympathy.
I laid on the cold floor throughout the whole night.
Since I couldn’t walk properly.
My body felt so cold.
I was visually laying between life and death.
looked over to the bed, Mr Obama wasn’t on the bed, it was still dark outside.
I crawled gently to the window!!
Thanks goodness mr Obama’s room was at the middle floor.
My legs hurt so badly,especially my v-areas.
But I would rather trying escaping than to stuck here as Mr Obama’s sêx tool.
I gently dragged up the curtains rolling the glass window.
I peek out. Before climbing on the window.
And jumping down.
This getting though just hope Pie is alright Sha
One word for Pie.
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TO Be Continued
