Mecole : Do it.. tie her up….
Denise screamed and cursed at Mecole and Soh decided to step in.
Soh : Mecole… enough…. She might get hurt !…. don’t complicate things …
Mecole : get them out of here…
The other 2 younger chaps turned towards Soh but before they could do anything, Eric and Mohan were already there.
Mohan : Stay where you are brother… people will get hurt…
Mohan’s warning worked and the 2 chaps looked unsure, turning back towards Mecole.
Mecole : What are you going to do Soh ? huh ?
Soh : Mecole…. Calm down… I just don’t want anyone to get hurt…
Mecole : No one will get hurt…. I’m only doing what my husband usually does with Denise anyway…
Denise : NO… stop !!! STOP!!!….
Denise’s figure hugging dress was pulled up high, giving her legs more flexibility by one of the man. She was still wearing her sneakers as bother her legs were forcibly lifted and pulled back to expose her privates.
Denise’s privates was visible, she was wearing a seamless pair of white thong which by then was out of place amidst all the struggling. All of us stared, unable to take our eyes off her smooth and hairless vagina.
Denise : NO!!! NO!!! stop please !!! ARHHHH Sobzz.. sobz… stop please….
Just picture your typical office chair, Denise was position close to the edge of the seat, her knees drawn back and her thighs forced to rest on the arm rest, essentially spreading her privates towards the camera.
As one of the men held onto her leg, the other started taping Denise’s leg to the arm rest.
The tear of the tape sounded loud and vulgar, like the forceful drag of sticky tape when you have a angry house mover doing the packing. He went over and over, spreading the black tape from Denise’s knees to her middle of her thighs to her shin.
It was an ugly mess but it got the job done.
All he wanted was to restrain Denise onto the chair with her legs spread.
Denise sobbed and pleaded with them to stop while the rest of us looked on dumbfounded.
Her sneaker on her left foot fell off, showing off the pale pink ankle sock Denise was wearing. I could see the helpless wriggle of Denise’s toes through the thin fabric of the sock.
I felt the rise in my erection as one of the man grabbed Denise’s hands and aligned both her wrist together while the other did the tapping, going around not only the wrist, but covering Denise’s neatly manicured fingers, transforming bother her hands into a giant fist of duct tape.
Denise : No.. no… please… stop !!.. sobzz.. sobzz.. don’t do this….
Denise’s makeup had started to smudge.
She looked at each of us in turn, begging for us to do something.
Denise : I’ll pay you… I’ll pay you please … please … sobzz…
I turned to look at Soh but before I could speak, Mecole turned to look at us.
She spoke directly to Mohan first, slowing turning to Eric before locking eyes with me again as she spoke.
Mecole : Do you know…. Why….why…. my husband kept this little bitch….why ??
None of us spoke as one of the guy started to unzip the black bag Mecole brought.
Mecole : I know what you are thinking…. You’re all men… you’re probably thinking that my husband wanted her vagina…. That she’s sweet… pretty… tight…. Something that all men wanted…..
Soh : Mecole… please….
Mecole : I’ll tell you !!… there is nothing wrong with my vagina !! if he wanted one, I have one !!! …
That came out a bit unexpected.
I swallowed a gulp of saliva as I turned to look at Mohan who too had a look of surprise on his face.
Mecole : You see…. I’ve… tried to give in to my husband’s advances…. Like any other wife would…. But…. Some of the acts… that he wants to do… is simply revolting…..
Mecole went on to say that her husband stopped fucking her not because he wanted another vagina.
Mecole : He stopped fucking me… because he wanted to put it in my anus…
Oh god.
I think I’m going to be sick.
Denise sobbed and screamed as one of the man took out this huge syringe. It’s about 30cm long and 1.5 inches thick. The nozzle at the end is made with hard silicon.
I watched with my mouth half opened as one of the guys started pouring the 2 bottles of milk into the large pail.
Once he was done, he inserted the syringe and started to fill up the large cylinder tube.
As the cold white milk rose higher up the gauge, I saw Mohan’s eyes widened as he took a couple of steps backwards.
Soh : Mecole …. You…
Mecole : Relax Soh… I’m not going to hurt her… I’m just going to pleasure her the same way my husband did…. She enjoys this… she gets paid for this….
Denise : No… no!! please no… no!!… don’t please….sobzz.. sobzz….
Eric took a step back too as the guy brought the syringe to her Denise.
Denise struggled for her life, screaming and trashing on the chair but her movements were severely restricted.
With her hands held forcibly above her head, her struggles only served to expose her anus further.
Mecole : Do it….
Denise : NO.. no .no!!! erhngnh !!!! erngh !! AHH!!..s eNGHH!!! AA,,…. Harrrr!!!
I saw Denise’s mouth gasped open as she sucked in a throaty gasp of air before scrunching her face, whining like a injured kitten.
The nozzle entered and disappeared from view.
I could not believe what I was seeing.
The guy holding the syringe pushed the lever down, forcing the flow of cold milk into Denise’s anus.
I don’t believe this.
I don’t fucking believe this.
The lever went lower and lower as Denise squirmed and bit her lips, gasping small breaths of air like she was being fucked.
The milk disappeared totally into her, probably filling up her colon.
Mecole went to the black bag and took out a tap.
Yes. A tap.
A fucking brass tap.
The ends of it was a modified silicon butt plug but she was not using that just yet. Mecole handed another butt plug to her man and he used it immediately on Denise when he withdrew the nozzle.
Then without breaking a beat, he went to the container again to fill up the syringe once more.
It was as if I was hypnotised.
I could not move.
Denise : No.. no!!.. no more !! no more!!! Ernghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!… aHHHHHHH …
The man removed the butt plug and inserted his nozzle in a well practised motion.
Denise : ARERHH.. erghnnnhhh….!!!
Denise sobbed and shook as she felt the rush of more cold milk flooding up her rectum. Her mouth could hardly close as she whimpered and moan.
When the 2nd tube of milk disappeared completely into Denise, I was nursing a rock hard erection.
Fuck. What is wrong with me.
Mecole put on a pair of gloves and she went over to Denise.
The nozzle of the syringe was pulled out and immediately Mecole pressed the ends of the customised tap she was holding onto Denise’s hole.
It entered and locked itself into place as Denise moaned, sobbing and humiliated.
It was a fucking erotic sight to see a tap sticking out of a pretty girl’s privates.
All the men were spellbound and transfixed on Denise.
Mecole turned to Soh.
Mecole : You know what Herman did ? … I’ll tell you what he did…. He fed me what came out of her…
Oh my fucking god.
I almost lost my balance as I staggered a step backwards.
Mecole : He fucking fed me the product of his sick games with this slut…. !!!
Mecole turned to make sure the camera is recording.
She walked over to Denise, circling her like a lioness playing with her prey
She touched Denise’s legs, causing her to squirm and plead.
Mecole : Get me a cup…
Soh : Oh fuck this!… no don’t..
One of the younger chap ran into the kitchen and brought out a glass.
Mohan looked like he was about to be sick.
Eric : Eh.. eh.. eh… don’t la… don’t la… please… don’t…
Mecole went to lift up more of Denise’s dress and she tapped her tummy.
Mecole : See…. Look… hahaha….
I could see a slight bulge on Denise’s tummy.
Mecole : See.. the milk is here… hahah…
She rubbed and shook her tummy a little and I swore I could fucking here the slosh of liquid.
Mecole pressed down gently on Denise’s tummy and she screamed, begging for her to stop.
Mecole smiled and she went to reach for the tap.
Jim : No… no no… please…. Don’t…
Mecole laughed, seeing how all of us were squirming.
She turned the tap.
I felt as if the air in my lungs were sucked out of my body as I heard a slight hiss before a large squirt of milk came out into the large glass.
SQUISHHHPLSSSSSSSSZZZZZZZZZ.
Denise : ernghh !!! erngh !!!A HHH…
The squirt was immediately followed by a unsteady current of milk that was being forced out of Denise’s rectum.
Mohan : Oh…blurpppbop….
Mohan was the first to go as he pushed past everyone and ran out of the house.
Sqiuzaaazzzzzhhh!!!!!!!!! Pussslusszzz….
The sound.
It’s impossible to describe as the 2nd large squirt of milk came out from the tap as Denise sobbed and cried. The humiliation she was being subjected to cannot be described.
The 2 younger chap retched and one of them ran out of the house behind Mohan while the other ran to the washroom.
Soh, with his eyes wide and hands trembling, took out his cigarette and brought one up to his lips.
Soh : I…. i…. I need to smoke.
Mecole turned the tap shut with the glass three quarters full.
As she brought it up against the light, I don’t know if it was my eyes playing tricks on me but the milk seemed to be a little less white, if you get what I mean.
Eric : I…erm.. i…..blurrppperhghghg..!!
Eric vomited a little onto the living room floor before dashing out of the house as well.
My heart was beating really fast.
My palms were sweating.
Mecole brought the glass over to Denise.
Mecole : This is what Herman and you fed me right… right ??
Denise sobbed and squeezed her eyes shut.
Denise : Please… please stop… please….
Mecole smiled.
Mecole : Stop ?? I’m only just getting started…..
……………………………………………………………………………..
Mecole’s phone rang and she checked the caller before answering, balancing the glass of milk as she did.
Mecole : What ?
That was all she said before hanging up without a word.
Mecole : well…. Herman says it’s over between you and him… and for me to let you go…. Can you believe this ?? a phone call ? hahah…
Mecole went over and started to massage Denise’s tummy, pressing onto her lower abdomen.
Denise : ernghhh!!!.. ernghh!!.. stop!!!.. ernggg….H
Mecole : don’t worry…. He won’t want you anymore once I make sure you’re not as tight as you now are…. let’s loosen things up a bit..
She asked the guy who was holding the syringe earlier to remove the camera from the tripod and come in for a closer view.
Mecole turned to me and snapped her fingers gesturing for me to go over.
Jim : What ? … me ??
Mecole : Yes… you… what’s your name again….ermm…. Jim…. Yes… Jim…. Feed her the milk …
Jim : What ? !! err… no… I’m with Soh…
Mecole : I know you are with Soh… and Soh works for me right now…. Come over here…. !
Denise looked at me, shaking her head weakly.
Denise : No… please… don’t… no…
Jim : I can’t… i…no… no.. I’m not touching that…
Mecole : Why ?? … is this too much for you to handle ?? you weak pussy…
My attraction to Mecole fell off a cliff seeing how she behaved. She’s mad. Despite her beauty and gorgeous figure, Mecole’s suddenly not as appealing to me as before. The drastic change happened too fast.
That delirious look of irrational anger.
Seeing Mecole standing beside Denise, I realised how small Denise had become. Just a few hours ago she was still acting all high and mighty.
Denise : Please… no.. it was not my idea… I didn’t know !!… I didn’t know Herman gave it to you…. please… osbzz.. sobzz… no…
Mecole : And you indulged him….. you let him do it…
Denise : I didn’t know !!.. he said he wanted it for himself… please…. Stop… no.. no… no!!
She snapped at me impatiently as she gestured for the camera from her man.
She passed the glass of milk over to him and he grabbed Denise by her cheeks.
Denise : ernghhgruuuu… no!!! no!!.grugrgh… no!!!
Without warning, he started to pour.
He poured the milk from the glass into Denise’s mouth, causing her to gag. The milk splashed and went all over the place as Mecole held onto the camera.
Mecole : Look here you bitch… look here…. Hahaha.. yes… nice….
Mecole thrusted the camera into Denise’s face, smiling silently as the gagging went on. Milk erupted and flowed all over.
The milk continued to flow, cascading down Denise’s chin and neck, soaking through her tight dress and onto the chair below.
When that glass was gone, the guy turned the tap once more, filling the glass with a warm fresh supply of milk from Denise’s rectum.
As the tap was turned, Denise’s stomach was pressed and massaged in the manner in which you would massage the tits of a cow.
That hissing squeeze of vapourised milk squirted out from the tap first, hitting the clear glass before a steady stream started flowing.
There was a hollowness to the sound as the milk hit the bottom of the glass before the noise changed deeper. The guy was holding the glass far from the tap nozzle, as the milk fell a good 20cm to reach the glass, it frothed up a little.
It filled up fast and the tap was turned off again with Denise crying and sobbing.
It was utter humiliation.
I could not believe I was seeing this .
Denise sobbed and choked, gagging and screaming as the milk was forced down her throat. She retched but more were forced into her mouth.
I felt really sorry for her but I don’t know what to do. The milk was everywhere.
She begged for Mecole to stop.
Denise : It was all Herman’s idea… sobzz… sozb… please… I’m… I’m just doing as he says….
I fumbled and reached for my phone and called Soh.
Jim : Soh… how to settle this ?? … they’re going to kill her at this rate…
Soh : Don’t worry…. I’m on it…. Herman’s guys is on their way over…. Don’t let Mecole kill her…
After that glass was forced down into Denise’s throat, Mecole stood over the mess on the floor and began tugging at the tap with it’s attached dildo. The tug and pull motion fucked the dildo into Denise’ anus.
Milk forced it’s way out, squirting and dripping like a faulty fountain.
Denise : ernghhh.. egnnh.. ernghhh !!… ahhh… ah…. Stop please….
Mecole laughed and suddenly pulled the entire contraption out.
The tap with the plug came out with a sick pop, revealing a abused and a little sore anus yet the squirting did not stop. There was a brief moment of relieve before the milk came squirting out.
The milk kept coming. In random squirts as Denise cried and sobbed.
She would suck in a deep breathe to continue crying, the resulting pressure forced more of the milk out from her body and onto the floor in front of her.
It was horrible.
A real horrible thing to do to a girl.
The man pressed and shook Denise’s tummy as more of the milk were forced out and onto the chair she was sitting on.
I could tell Denise wanted to stop.
She wanted everything to stop but she couldn’t.
She tried to hold it in but as the man pressed and squeezed her tummy and abdomen, more came out.
Mecole : how’s that ? … nice ?? … I’m going to make sure your fucking hole is so loose that you need to wear a diaper for the rest of your life you hear me !!… you hear me ??
Mecole took out a large dildo as she stepped onto the wet puddle of milk that had now started top spread all over the living room floor.
She pushed it hard against Denise’s helpless anus , screams filled the room as she shoved it hard and rough into Denise.
You know when you play a game of foosball with friends over a couple of beer ?
Yeah, that game with a few dummy players stuck on a rod and you try to get the ball into the goal post of the other team.
Imagine you shoving the stick hard such the spring at the end hit the stopper of the table. That’s how hard Mecole was shoving the dildo into Denise.
Denise shook violently, screaming out in pain as it dildo went in a good 4 inches.
Denise: Please stop !! please !!! NO!!! … aRGHHHHHH!!!!…AHHH!!! sobzz.. sobzz.. sobzz…. Please !!!
Mecole left the dildo hanging halfway out Denise’s bottom and went to take another one out of the bag.
Mecole : What are you screaming ? … these are your toys…. Aren’t these the things you play with my husband all the time ?? … you should be used to them by now ….. no?? you like them right…. You like to play with them ??
Denise : No… sobzz.. no… sobzz.. please…. It was him… he wanted to use them…. There was nothing I can do… please… ahhh.. ahh.. ERGNHNHNH!!! Errnghhh!!
A vibrating wand was turned on, and you could hear how strong the buzz was from where I stood.
It was a strong and constant Buzz.
Like a swarm of angry bees , the vibrating knob was pressed onto Denise’s vagina.
Denise : ernghhhh !!!!!!!!!!!ernghhhh… arhhhghg… ernghh!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!
Mecole : I thought you like this…. ?? I’ve seen the videos Herman has taken of you….. you were usually moaning away happily… why are you not moaning now ?? why ??
Mecole pressed the vibrating wand harder onto Denise’s privates turning and churning with a frown on her face. She looked like a fucking witch from where I stood.
She must really hate her.
Denise : ernghhhh !!!!!!!!!! ernghh!!!! No stop.. stop !!!
Mecole : Are you cumming ??? … are you cumming ??? ….. I saw the video… you kept saying you cum very fast with this right ?? … right ?? this is your favourite toy no ??
Denise’s screams gave way to a high pitch moan for 3 seconds before she came violently, convulsing and straining against the duct tape which restricted her movements. The vibrating wand was held against her swollen clitoris as Mecole shook it violently, splashing the remnants of milk all over.
Immediately after Denise came, she screamed in frustration as Mecole pushed the vibrating wand against her sensitive clit.
The half fucked dildo shot out of Denise’s anus together with another large squirt of milk as Denise begged for Mecole to stop.
The squirt had a large spray radius and it stained Mecole’s top together with some landing on her face.
She slapped Denise with the back of her left hand, the hard impact caused Denise’s head to jerk unnaturally to the left.
Mecole : Bitch…
Before Mecole could go on further, the door to the house opened again. We turned and saw Soh with another man.
He’s in his early 50s I guess, looks all business like and you could tell he means business.
I saw Mecole’s men stop whatever they were doing and stepped back, a subtle sign that whatever comes out of this man’s mouth carries a certain amount of weight.
Mecole : What are you doing here Benson ?? ! this is none of your business…. !!
Benson : Enough Mecole… Herman sent me…… stop it…
Mecole : Who do you think you are… !
Benson : Mecole… stop it…. Herman will leave her… and your marriage shall remain….
Mecole stopped what she was doing and looked at Benson with a raised eyebrow.
Benson : It’s real… everything remains status quo… and you 2 can continue putting up a show of being the loving couple in front of everybody…. There’s a condition.
Mecole : What condition…. ?
Benson : You cut your toyboy off….. he stops with Denise….
I turned and looked at Mecole with a raise eyebrow in disbelief.
What the fuck is wrong with these people ?
Both the husband and wife are screwing around.
I get it, you’re fucking rich, with money to throw around but this ?
This is absurb.
Benson : Can we close this issue and move on ??
Mecole folded her arms and looked away for a moment before turning to look at Denise.
Mecole : Whatever…… works with me…
She looked at Denise with a sneer before smirking at the condition she was in.
Mecole gestured for her guys to leave and pointed to me to cut Denise loose.
Mecole : you.. you… cut her loose… clear up this shit… Tsk… what a disgusting place this is…. tskkk
What the fuck ?
Just like this ?
She walked off in a huff after that and I looked at Benson who took a few steps towards Denise but stopped short of approaching the puddle of milk on the floor.
Benson : Denise…. You’ve been to my law firm before so I’m sure you know who I am to Herman…… it’s time to wrap this up so please listen carefully….
Benson went on to tell Denise that the arrangement between her and Herman is now over.
Benson : The 2 credit cards will be cancelled with immediate effect…. There’s still a 4 months lease on this place… you are free to use it till then…..after which you shall make your own arrangements to move out….. Your monthly allowance of 4k, will remain until the lease on this place ends….. it’s the best Herman can do for you…
Benson took a deep breath before adding in a voice that is a notch more gentler.
Benson : I’m sorry this happened Denise… you’re a nice girl….Mecole shouldn’t have gone this far… ….. anyway…. You can keep all the bags, watches and jewelleries he got for you….he will delete all the videos he took too….
Wow. I don’t believe this.
You mean this little girl in front of me gets 4000 a month for spreading her legs ?
Or rather in this case, her ass.
What is this world coming to ?
Benson : You’re not to contact Herman again…and…. As for what happened today….. if you don’t want any trouble with Mecole…… I suggest you forget it……..i’m sorry….
With that, Benson turned and said bye to Soh before leaving the house.
Soh : Jim … Jim…. You… errr… you..…. Cut her loose and clean this up…
Jim : What !! but …
I pointed to Mohan and Eric who was standing a few steps behind Soh, they immediately covered their mouth and pretended to retch before sniggering and running out of the house.
Soh : Please help la…. Clean her up…. Make sure she don’t die ar…. Thanks… we head back to office first… got other projects coming up we need to plan…
I remained frozen where I was until the door closed behind Soh, plunging the whole house into eerie silence.
There was only the sound of Denise sniffing and sobbing on the chair.
I turned to look at her.
Her head was down as she sobbed quietly.
Her legs were still bound and spread.
She was drenched in her own sweat, tears and milk.
Her body hugging dress was now a wet mess and she was sitting on a small pool of milk as well.
Jim : I…errr…. Errr…..
Fuck. I don’t know what else to say so I went straight into the kitchen to look for a knife.
The faster I get this over and done with, the faster I can get out of here.
I found a pair of scissors and I brought it over to Denise, taking off my shoes and rolling up my pants along the way.
I suppressed a squirm as I felt the cold milk on the floor touch my bare feet.
Oh god, what have I done to deserve this.
I took her bound hands and she kept her head down. I would too if I were her.
You’re fucking spreading your legs to the whole world and there’s nothing you can do about it. There’s milk coming out your bottom, a guy you had been ordering around the whole day just saw you cum and squirt milk out of your anus.
How would you feel if you were in Denise’s shoes.
It was not easy cutting out the industrial strength duct tape. I peeled off quite a bit of Denise’s nail polish together with those fancy blinks blinks.
By the time I was done with her hands, I could see how red her wrist and fingers were.
I started to work on her legs.
Denise : aHH!!.. ERgnh !!!.. aH!!! … ouch !!… sobzz.. sobzz…
Pulling the duct tape off her legs, I must have yank off some hair as well, giving her a unintended wax job along the way.
Right before I cut the main tape, I removed Denise’s socks and sneakers, throwing them onto the sofa so they don’t soak up the milk on the floor. Even her sock felt wet.
I wondered for a moment whether it’s her perspiration or is it milk.
Denise : arghhh!!!!!!
Being in that awkward position for so long, The sudden release of her left leg gave her a very bad cramp.
Denise sobbed and screamed but there was nothing I could do. I continued with the other leg, cutting her loose from the chair.
After I pulled off the last stretch of tape, Denise took a while to get over her cramp and numbness before she tried standing up.
The moment she put both her foot on the floor and lifted herself off, she collapsed immediately onto the floor again in front of me. I was close enough to hold onto Denise and she plastered her wet body against mine.
Jim : arhhh!!.. are you ok ??
Denise : sobs.. sobzz… sobzz.. i…sobz… I can’t stand…sobzzz…
I supported Denise under her arms and tried to lift her but the floor is slippery and wet. It was hard for me to move about in that position, in the end I decided to just fuck it and carry Denise up.
Denise : erHG !! what are you doing !!! put me down …!
I ignored her pleas and carried her towards the master bathroom.
Jim : Go wash up…
I set Denise down on the floor of the bathroom and left her there. I turned and saw that she leaned against the wall, brought her knees up to her face and wept.
Poor girl.
Shaking my head, I went back to the living room.
Focus Jim. Focus.
Clean up the fucking mess, and you are done.
Chair needs to go, it’s too far gone with all the milk soaking through. The floor is simple, just mop and clean up.
I spent 40 minutes cleaning up the mess before I went back to check on Denise.
She was still on the floor, sobbing away.
Walking over to her, I squat down and look at her.
She’s got to be what, 23 or 24 max. More than a decade my junior.
Jim : Oei… you ok or not… don’t commit suicide ah…
Denise : Tsk !… fuck off !…
Denise looked up at me with a scowl and reached for the nearest bottle of soap and threw it at me…
She looked away and wiped her tears with the back of her hand.
Jim : I cleaned up the living room, I’ll take the chair down to throw away on my way out…. Anything else you need ??
Denise just looked down on the floor and said nothing.
I sighed and went out of the bathroom, heading to her wardrobe, I found a towel and brought it to Denise.
Jim : wash up first then continue to cry if you want to…
Denise gave me another scowl before grabbing the towel and slamming the door in my face.
I wanted for a couple of minutes and I heard the shower come on.
I could have left but I wanted to make sure she don’t die in the shower or some shit so I hung around for a bit in the living room. My shirt and pants were not only stained with milk stains, I was drenched in perspiration with all the cleaning up.
What a day.
30 minutes later, Denise came out into the living room. She’s washed up and that was the first time I saw her without makeup.
She looked refreshingly different. Much better in my opinion. Without any of those fake enhancements, Denise looked like the girl next door you would bring home to your mother. Dressed in a white singlet and grey cotton shorts that reached only the mid of her thighs, Denise looked really sweet and innocent.
It’s like she removed a mask, or a disguise.
That was when you could really see her real features properly. Her facial features are pretty nice on their own, her eyes big with the doeful look of a wounded puppy.
She looked at me for a brief moment before turning away .
I got up from the sofa and Denise folded her arms, unwilling to meet my eye for more than a second.
Jim : You ok ? Better ?
Denise nodded even though her eyes are still red and a little swollen from the crying.
Denise : Thanks… for….. cleaning up…
She saw the sad state I was in and she walked back to her room without a word. 15 seconds later, she came out with a set of clothes which I assumed belonged to Herman. She handed me a towel too.
Denise just pointed over to the other bathroom near the kitchen and walked away.
Fuck it.
Might as well take a shower.
I looked at the time after I came out feeling refreshed.
It was going to be 9.30pm.
I popped my head into Denise’s room where she sat staring at her wardrobe blankly.
Jim : You hungry ?… need me to get food for you ?
I could tell she wanted to reject me right away but I guess her stomach thought otherwise.
Denise : can you…. get me fish soup from across the road…
Jim : Oh… is it any good ? … I haven had my dinner too…
Denise : It’s edible…
There, that coldness is back.
I managed to stop myself from rolling my eyes as I went to the door. I could hear Denise following me a few steps away.
I stopped right before I opened the door and let myself out.
Jim : I probably shouldn’t ask this but……errr… your fish soup… want to add milk or not…
Denise’s eyes took a second to react before they widened and she screamed at me, throwing 2 cushions my way as I quickly shut the door behind me.
Well, it was a valid question.
The soup does taste better with a dash of milk.
……………………………………………………………
I hurried over to the food centre across Denise’s place and bought 2 servings of fish soup before they close for the day. My stomach was rumbling and as I waited for my food, I wondered if Denise would even open the door for me when I get back.
In case you are wondering, no, I did not choose the milk option for both of us.
Denise did opened the door but with a dagger like stare and I avoided them, heading straight to the dining table to set the food down.
Jim : … $4.70 please… 20 cents more for take away…
Denise stared at me with her mouth half open and a look of disbelief as she stormed off into her bedroom and came out with a 10 dollar bill.
Well, I’m just a salary man and I’ve got a daughter to maintain. I’ve got to save up for her education, her insurance, maybe a downpayment for her house or something. Besides, I don’t exactly know Denise that well even though I’ve seen her naked.
In situations like this, who knows, if you are too nice, people might actually mistake your intentions.
So it’s important to be neutral.
Denise : give me my change.!
Jim : Tsk !… I…. don’t have loose change on me…don’t you have loose change at home ??
The standoff lasted for close to 10 seconds as we just stared at each other.
Denise : The smallest bill I have is $10…. I don’t keep coins…..
Jim : arghhh… I treat you I treat you….eat .. eat … eat….
I was too hungry to wait for Denise so I started eating first.
Denise ate hers quietly after slapping the money angrily onto the dining table.
It was late and I was eager to get back home and rest.
We made no small talks, because there is nothing to talk about. I mean, what can I say ?
“ Eh… you there… sore or not ? “
“Eh…. You…. later sneeze…. Will squirt milk or not ? “
I ate as fast as I could, partly because I was starving and I don’t want to stay longer than necessary.
Denise scooped small serving of rice and soup into her mouth quietly.
Then without any warning, Denise broke down crying, bawling at the dining table with noodles falling out of her mouth. It started with a sob, a sniff, then it fucking went out of control.
It just happened without any warning.
Jim : WHAT !!!?? WHAT the fuck ?? ……What’s wrong with you… !! ??
Her sudden outburst almost made me choke on my food.
Denise : AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!….arhhh!!!!!!!!!! how can I face anyone after what happened !!! aaaHHHHH!!!! Fuck…. Fuck !!!… AHHHH….
She started sobbing and it got louder and louder.
I quickly ate my food, this is not good.
I could see she was on the verge of a total meltdown.
It’s better to get out as fast as I could.
Jim : I’m almost done ok…. Wait ah… slurpzzz.. slurpzzz… aahhh…ssss.. slurpzz… I’m almost done…… you can rest once I leave…. Almost there….
I wolfed down the hot soup and rice but it was too late.
Denise sobbed and scrunched up her face at me before slamming the table with her palms several times, letting her frustration out.
All the pent up emotions she kept suppressed.
Then without warning, Denise stood up and went off into the kitchen before emerging with a knife in hand.
I stood up immediately, worried for a moment she’s going to take it out on me or some shit.
Jim : Woah…woah woah…..Denise… put that down… put it down…
Denise : You opened the door for Mecole !!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim : WHAT !!…. I’m just… doing my job…
She sobbed as she gripped onto the knife , I could see her knuckles turning white as she squeezed the handle really hard.
Denise : I’ve never been humiliated like this before… sobzz… sobzz.. sobz,…. aaaHHHAaaaHHHH… sobzz.. sobzz… how could she do this to me !!! that slut !!!! the whole world saw what she did to me.. !!
Jim : Denise… give me the knife… Denise… look at me….. she’s gone.. it’s all over….
I think my face went pale when I saw Denise turned her left wrist to face herself as her right trembled with the knife.
I knew I had to do something before shit hits the fan.
I approached her but she thrust the knife out at me.
Denise : Stay back !!! … stay back !!..
Jim : Denise… listen to me… it’s going to be very painful if you cut yourself…. You won’t die instantly you know…. You’ll bleed…. Then if you don’t die, it’ll be horrible… you’re going to be neither here nor there….
Denise : WHAT !!… what are you saying…. Stay back !!! stop coming towards me !!..
Jim : Give me the knife… here…
Denise : Stay back … stay back or I’ll cut myself !!!
She brought the knife’s blade up to her wrist, threatening to slice her wrist open as tears streak down her cheeks. I thought about calling Soh and shouting at him for dumping this mess on me but it’s not going to help the situation.
I needed to get the knife away from her and I needed a distraction.
Jim : Ok… ok… but… if you’re really going to do it… can I have all the branded bags in you have in your room ??
Denise : WHAT !!! are you fucking out of your mind !!!!!!!!!!
The blade left her wrist for a moment as she screamed at me for making sure a request.
Right at that moment when the blade left her wrist, I made my move, grabbing and holding onto Denise’s right hand and wrestled the knife away from her.
Denise ; ARHHHGGHGHGH !!! STOP!!! STOP!!! Get off me !!! aEGHHHARGGH!!!!
I got it off her and threw it across the room. Grabbing onto Denise, I wanted to talk to her but she slapped me.
Smack !
She turned and made an attempted to run for the knife again, and i wrestled her onto the sofa where I was sitting a moment ago.
Denise : Let me go !! get off me !!! aRghghhgh !!! ….
She was screaming and crying hysterically and I was scratched countless times. It was not that bad. Denise balled up her fist and hammered at my body and arms, still as a grown man, those were still manageable.
It hurt of course but nothing unbearable. I just needed her to calm down.
I pinned Denise down onto the sofa as she screamed and struggled, her hands reaching for any available cushion to throw at me.
When she ran out of cushions, she grabbed hold of the black bag on the floor.
The black bag that Mecole brought along. Yes, the one that came with all the fucking toys she and Herman were using apparently.
Reaching in, Denise grabbed a fistful of stuff and just smashed them onto my head.
Jim : arh !! FUCK!…
I looked carefully and realised Denise had just bitch slap me with an array of anal plug and beads.
Fuck. I don’t even know if those were washed or contaminated.
I was hit again with a variety of belts, or gags, or whatever the fuck that is.
Another fistful of stuff came up and I felt the dickhead of a silicon dildo bitch slap me on my cheek.
Jim : FUCK !… YUCKS!!! Pui … pui… pui!!!..
I spit in disgust as I continued with the wrestling.
Denise screamed like she was possessed as she hit me again with the dildo, pushing it into my face and I could feel it penetrate my lips and it touched my teeth.
Fuck I don’t believe I could say something like this.
That the dildo penetrated my lips and I’m a guy.
I grabbed it and threw it away and I’m on the verge of losing my temper.
I’m not paid enough to deal with shit like this.
I don’t know how many times I was hit but she was not showing signs of stopping.
I’m at my limit and I considered slapping or hitting her. Then Denise plastered her face against my chest and bit me.
Jim : OWW!!..FUCK!!…
That fucking bitch actually bit me on my chest, narrowly missing my nipple. I shook her off me as I straddled her on the sofa, trying to pin her wrist down. If a neighbour happen to be looking from across the block, he would surely think I’m attempting to rape Denise or something because it certainly looked that way.
I pinned Denise down alright but she was still struggling and screaming.
I needed her to stop.
She freed her left wrist from my right hand and slapped me across the face.
I grabbed the closest thing I could get hold on and it felt solid and firm in my grip. Like a club you could hit a bear with or something. Bringing it up to a struggling Denise, I stopped myself from hitting her with it.
Fuck, that might really hurt her.
I needed her to stop.
Looking at the instrument in my hand while trying to stop Denise from breaking free to go for the knife, I realised what I was holding.
I was holding onto the wand.
The same vibrating wand Mecole used on Denise.
Denise saw me holding that as a club and snapped at me.
Denise : You are a coward if you dare to hit a woman. !!!! AAAHHHHH … let me go !! …
With that, Denise made another attempt to head for the knife.
She wriggled free from my grasp and made an attempt to turn her body away from me.
A slight shove from her and she completed the turn, in that exact moment, I was seated on the sofa while Denise’s butt was facing me with both her feet on the sofa in an attempt to launch herself off towards the knife on the ground.
Her feet felt barely left the sofa when I grabbed her by her cotton shorts with my left hand, yanking her back towards me, knocking her off balance completely with the force of the pull.
Denise screamed as she fell backwards with her head falling onto my left arm.
I closed my left arm around her neck as she screamed and trashed about, kicking and hitting me.
Denise : Let me go !!! let me go !!!!
Then I did the only thing I could think of to get Denise’s attention.
I flicked the switch on, feeling instantly the strong nerve numbing vibration reverberate along my entire right arm.
Denise : let me……….
Jim : You forced me to do this.
Without warning, I jammed the vibrating wand onto Denise’s privates as her eyes widened in shock as she grabbed onto my left arm with both her hands.
Denise gasped as she tapped on my arm.
Denise : Are you mad !!! Are you out of your mind !!! … stop.. STOP!!! Ernghhh!!!… STOP!!!!
Jim : YOU STOP!!!… STOP struggling….listen to me !…
Denise’s legs kicked and did what she could but it was not use. I kept the pressure on the wand on Denise’s privates as she squirmed. She struggled and fought but at least she stopped screaming when I pushed the vibrating wand against her privates.
I could see she was calming down but she was trying to push me away.
Afraid I would hurt her, I got up but I kept her hands pinned down against the sofa, keeping my legs straddled against her lower body, while keeping the vibrating wand clamped between her privates and mine.
Denise : Ok ok… ok… stop.. stop… stop it… … please… I’m ok… I’m ok already… ernghh.. ernghh… ahhh
Jim : No… promise me you’ll stop your nonsense first… !
Denise nodded her head.
I loosen my grip a little and I could feel Denise relaxed significantly.
Denise : gasp….erghh!!….
The shifting of bodies caused the wand to move and adjust, nesting itself comfortably with it’s vibrating knob doing it’s work against Denise’s privates.
Jim : You sure… don’t lie to me …
Denise nodded weakly , her eyes filled with tears as her lips parted weakly. Suddenly her body shivered, or convulsed or whatever the fuck you called it. She moved so suddenly that I thought she was making a move on me.
I pinned her wrist against the sofa, using my leg as I vice like clamp. I don’t know how the vibrating wand moved or shifted but it must have lodged itself on Denise’s most sensitive region. With my legs clamped tightly against Denise’s, I could feel how strong the vibrations was.
It had to be a custom modified wand or something.
The reverberations of the wand shook my thighs as I asked Denise to stop struggling and calm down.
Jim : Denise please…. Calm down…. I don’t want to hurt you…
Denise : erngh…gasp… ernghh.. gasp…. Ernggg…. Erghhh!!!… erngh!!! I’m….calm… I’m…. calm…..
She nodded. Then she shook her head.
Then she nodded again.
Her eyes watered, then she frowned.
Then her head shook again as she asked me to stop in a breathless gasp.
Denise : Stop.. stop… gasp… gasp…e ernghh.. stop… ok… i… i.. ernghh !!! erGNH .!! ERNGH!!!!!! I’m calm…. I’m calming…. I’m calming down… now….
Denise’s head came up for a second as her mouth opened wide, then her eyes bulged so big that I thought they were going to pop out.
Denise : I’m cumming…no… no… no…. no…. I’m cumming… stop.. stop.. no… no.. I don’t … I don’t…arhhhh!!!! I don’t want to cum… I don’t want to cum !!!
Jim : What ? …. Are you calming down or not….!!… can you calm down !?
Denise : no… no NO!!!… stop.. stop … stop… I don’t want to cum !!
Jim : You have to calm down Denise….
Denise : AHH!!!..er gnhh !!!! eGNNH!!!!! ERNGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!….i meant… I meant…. arreGNHH!!!!!! I’m cumming !!!
She nodded her head rapidly as she squirmed with a high pitch whine.
Jim : Oh.. oh… sorry.. sorry… shit ….
I let go of Denise’s wrist but before I could get off her, it was too late.
It was already happening.
Denise : ERNGH!HHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! aRHHHHH!!! erNGHHH !!!
She screamed and grabbed me by my shirt, pulling me down onto her as she moaned and screamed in frustration. Her body jerked as her legs and lower half of her torso convulsed violently against mine, slamming my cock against the vibrating wand.
Jim : ahhh… ah… ah…!!
My shirt became tighter as Denise nested her head towards my body, her own thighs voluntarily gripping onto the vibrating wand even as I relaxed my grip on her.
Her fingers closed around my top as she pressed her mouth against my stomach.
Denise : Gasp!!… ernghhhh !! .. ernghhhhh!!!!!!!er… erngghhgh AHHH ERGHNN!!!!
Denise’s body went into a convulsing spasm as she yanked on my shirt again and again as I watch her bury herself in my embrace. Her toes scrunched up and shook before her feet and leg curled back towards her body as I stopped the vibrating wand.
I could feel the explosive tension in Denise’s body melting away as her gasping and moans gave way to a quiet sob. It was such a violent orgasm that it felt like a volcano erupting.
She remained buried in my arms sobbing away. She screamed several times into my chest and I did the only thing I could to calm her down as my erection pushed painfully against my pants.
The vibrating wand did not help either.
I remained still and held onto her. Her tears drenched my top and I could feel the tightness of her fist around my crumpled top.
I got off Denise when she let go of me a while later and looked at her. Her thighs quivered as she melted into the sofa, allowing the wand to fall out of place.
Drawing her feet up close to herself, she withdrew into a protective cocoon and she cried.
I was perspiring, drenched in fact as I laid back on the sofa.
Jim : Are you ok ??
She did not answer me and I went towards her. I can’t offer much other than a shoulder to cry on and she took it.
I patted Denise slightly on her back as she sobbed in my arms. The fight in her was gone, and I hope it would stay that way. As she sobbed and cried, Denise revealed that she did not become Herman’s sugarbabe willingly.
I found out that she was working in his office as a admin staff and Herman made her an offer for an arrangement which she rejected.
As a result of that, Herman made things difficult for her. She tried to leave the company but Herman said he would make sure no one would hire her. Finally after a few months of physiological torture, she gave in.
Denise : It was supposed to last only a month…. but Herman …. He had total control over me… and… 1 month became 2…. And 2 became 4….
Eventually she knew she was stuck, so she did the only rationale thing that came to her head.
Money.
She tried to milk Herman as much as she could, but the acts she has to perform for Herman, Denise said you cannot put a price to that.
20 minutes later, I carried Denise into her room and put her down on the bed.
She remained curled up in a ball as I stood over her by the bed.
I pulled up the blanket for Denise and I felt her take my hand. She mustered up enough courage to look at me in the eye.
It was a long stare.
She just stared at me without a word for almost 30 seconds.
Denise : do you….. think I’m attractive ?…
Jim : Yes… I think you are…
Denise : Then why… why haven’t I met someone who really cares about me….
Jim : Perhaps it’s because you are too attractive…. And you’re attracting the wrong attention…
I don’t know how that sounded to Denise but she looked at me in the eyes for quite a while after I said that.
Denise : Am i….. Attracting your attention ?….
I smiled gently and stroke Denise’s hands with my fingers. Leaning forward, I kissed her on her forehead. She looked so vulnerable and sweet that day but I know where I stand.
I’m almost a middle age uncle, married, and divorced with a kid. This is not the kind of path for me to take.
Denise had that look of a injured and lost puppy. That look that would make all man want to protect her.
I felt that way too, not exactly in a sexual way if you get what I mean.
Jim : Girls……. want attention Denise…. ….Woman…. Needs respect…
Denise smiled.
Her first genuine smile I saw that came complete with a twinkle in her eyes.
In the heat of the moment, Denise grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me towards her. She kissed me on my lip.
A 5 second kiss on the lips before pushing me away.
I did not expect that and I was caught unprepared.
There was nothing romantic about it, it was just awkward. I blinked a few times as I stared at Denise.
Denise : er..mmm….erm.. sorry… i.. ermm.. …..sorry about that… i… ..
Jim : : Stop…. There is nothing you can possibly say right now…. That doesn’t make this more awkward that it already it….
I pulled myself back and sat on the floor beside her bed for another 10 minutes for the awkwardness to pass.
When I finally got up onto my feet, I muster up enough courage to wrap up the evening.
Jim : Goodnight Denise…. And stop with the sugarbabe nonsense… time to move on with your life…… and don’t do anything stupid…. ok ?
She nodded her head slowly as she looked at me from her bed.
Denise : What was your name again ? haha…
I smiled, shook me head but did not say a word.
Right before I shut the bedroom door, I heard Denise call out from her bed.
Denise : Goodnight Jim….
I smiled and left her house.
As I started the engine in my cab, I stretched my aching body in the vehicle.
My god.
Only the first month into this job and look at this.
I wonder what other adventures future projects will bring.
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11th January 2017
Wednesday
10.30am
After wrapping up the Denise fiasco, the rest of the week went by without much excitement. I tagged along for a couple of short unofficial bodyguard duties, but it’s really just putting on a stern face and driving people around the island.
Not to forget carrying luggage and holding up placards so I can receive them at the airport. It seems some people really enjoyed the prestige of having a couple of middle age men standing around them looking important and shit.
I have the cab with me for another week before it’s officially out of my hands.
I was put on an unofficial babysitting duty that day. It isn’t exactly looking after a baby, but more of following someone around.
To keep it short, a rich man’s son has borrowed his Ferrari to go meet his girlfriend. I was to follow them discreetly and see where they go. On top of that, the client wanted to know whether the son is driving around like a mad man. In case you are wondering why rich man’s son don’t have his own car, he does actually.
Just that it’s in the workshop for a few days and rich man’s son is pestering his dad to upgrade his ride to a similar Ferrari.
So, this explain the assignment. Perhaps the dad was secretly hoping we would be able to get evidence of his son driving like a cunt on the road, that way, he can save the money for the car.
I have to hand it to the kids these days. Pestering the father for a car. Perhaps I’m too old and traditional in my thinking. If I didn’t earn it, I don’t deserve it, this motto of mine must be out of date.
Anyway, to sum it up, it’s a pretty brainless job.
Camera does the recording, I do the driving.
It’s really simple work, all the son did was drive from Bukit Timah to Woodlands where the girlfriend stays. That was it.
His son was a pretty good driver.
He kept to his lane, within the speed limit and he even signalled for 3 seconds before changing lanes. I’m impressed, honest.
There were no loud revs of the engine, no sudden brakes. He stops for old people at the zebra crossing, he should be given a model driver award.
It was just a short drive to woodlands and we got there in less than half an hour.
The car stayed in the carpark and so did i. The rich man’s son Issac, went up to his girlfriend’s apartment and that was it. Issac looked bespectacled and clean, like the friendly accountant you would trust with your taxes.
He has a permanent smile on his face that looked a little creepy to me though.
Once Issac went up to his girlfriend’s place, there’s nothing for me to do but wait. Young people, go visit girlfriend, need some intimate moments of course.
Eric arrived at my location around noon to take over for a while so I can grab lunch.
12.30pm
Jim : What you want to eat ? … I dabao for you …
Eric : Anything la.. rice…er… vegetables ah… old already… need to eat more vegetables…
I grabbed coffee and 2 packets of economy rice and we ate in the cab and talked a little about the family. I’ve seen Eric’s phone countless times since we started working together and on his wallpaper was a cute picture of his daughter Claire.
She has the sweetest smile and the brightest eyes, features that I think came from the mum. I made a mental note not to tell Eric about that.
Jim : How’s Claire?
Eric : Haha… a handful these days… but you know… kids these days…. Can talk back to you… haha… she’s asking so many questions…. Talking like an adult liao…. hahah
Jim : ok la… she’s already 5 plus… turning 6 right ? …. Another 15 years you relax already…
Eric : hahaha… knn… 15 years… still long way to go la…
We chatted as we ate and Eric let on that he is dating a pre-school teacher at the moment.
Jim : That’s good… at least you’re seeing someone…. Next time intro leh… haha
Eric told me that his girlfriend Wendy used to be the teacher taking care of Claire in infant care.
Jim : Wah…. You go and attack the teacher direct ah…. Not bad ah… haha..
Eric : Haha.. fuck you la…. It’s just… I think she sees me taking care of Claire alone… and there were so many things that I was not doing properly…. So she chipped in to help a little…. And then it just happened…
Jim : Well… it’s not easy…. Being a single parent…
Eric: Yeah…. I feel bad sometimes for Claire…. Wish I could spend more time with her…. now she got to spend most of the time in childcare… by the time I pick her up… it’s already almost 7pm….the day almost over….
I smiled and told Eric everyone is doing pretty much the same.
Jim : This is Singapore brother…. It’s hard to raise a kid with only one income….after work, all need to rush back to pick up the kids, and if the fucking train breaks down.. hahaha…. Knn….game over
Eric : Ya la… I donno how many times I need to run like 2 MRT stations to get back to the childcare in time…. If not will get fined by childcare…. Simi lan jiao man…. Hahah…
Jim : Ok la… that’s why your IPPT always gold… haha
Eric : IPPT ? … fuck man… they should do some GPS thingy… the moment MRT breakdown, kick off IPPT 2.4km…. tap out at station then start running…. Reach 2 stations or something then tap in…. KNN…. Straight away credit my money into my card…. At least train spoil can make money I also not that Dulan…..
I laughed and chuckled at Eric’s sense of humour and creativity. He’s always the one with the funny ideas.
Eric : Then hor.. all those fail IPPT one…. Just walk… tap out at Raffles place…. Walk to outram or something… clear one session…. I tell you…. Mindef save a lot of work…. No need charge people never clear RT ( Remedial training ) …. I think smelly every month can clear 2 sessions….
I almost choked on my rice as I giggled.
Eric : Ahhh… fuck this la… don’t talk about this anymore…. Anyway… I’m saving up… maybe get married in a year or 2….. hopefully I can give Claire the complete family that she is lacking right now…. The rest doesn’t matter….
I was about to reply Eric when I saw Issac coming out to the carpark.
Eric sat up too as he took another sip of his coffee.
Eric : Ok.. ok… start work again … rich man son’s going out already…
Issac was not alone this time. He came with his girlfriend but something looked a little off.
It’s a hot and humid afternoon, while Issac was dressed in casual polo Tee and shorts, his girlfriend was in jeans and a long sleeve turtleneck.
Jim : Wah… in this weather ?? zhun bo ?
That was not all, she had on a cap and shades as well, covering up large portions of her face.
Eric : Eh… is.. the girl is some celebrity ah ??
Jim : don’t know leh… figure looks good though…..
Issac held onto his girlfriend and brought her over to the car. He opened the door for her too, now, this might sound like it’s a gentlemanly act, but it was not.
Eric and I turned to look at each other when we saw Issac literally shove his girlfriend into the seat before closing the door. The way she was manhandled into the car gave off a weird vibe.
Something doesn’t look right.
We pulled out of the carpark behind them a few seconds later.
Issac took the expressway at the first turn and headed towards TPE. We exited at jalan Kayu and watched him park at the open air carpark beside the roti prata shop.
2pm
Eric and I parked a distance away from Issac and observed him leading his girlfriend towards the roti prata shop.
Jim : Looks like they’re heading for lunch.
Eric : I’ll go down take a look….
15 minutes later, Eric came back to the car with a bottle of drink in hand.
Jim : What’s the status ? … they having lunch ah ?
Eric nodded his head but as he went on to describe what he saw, my eyes widened in surprise.
Issac’s girlfriend was covered in bruises.
Jim ; Bruises ? ??
Eric : Yah…
Eric : She has a bruise on her eye…. I can see from the corner of the shades…. Her lips also… the side…… I bet she wore the long sleeve top to cover other marks and bruises ….