ENSLAVED SECRETARY…..(18+)…..Part 8

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When Sharon finally stepped through the
entrance of her home, she breathed a very deep
sigh of relief. She leaned heavily back on the
double-locked door, almost exhausted from the
rush of feeling free. The house wasn’t really
very much — just a small bedroom, a living
room, kitchennet , bathroom and toilet and it
cost the earth, getting any decent
accommodation in Abuja usually cost the earth
— but right then it seemed like a mansion of
security that she had been afraid that she
might never reach.
It was after seven in the evening before Sharon
had managed to get home since the wild s*x
action hadn’t stopped, even when Alex Odaju
had emptied his balls for the second time.
Slowly, his Joystick had gone partially soft, but
not completely limp, and he had dragged it out
of her Kittycat to leave her slumped on the
desk.
Chika Amanna, the office manager, hadn’t been
through, and she had continued to rub her
Kittycat around Sharon’s face and, for a minute
or two, Sharon had thought that they were
alone. But there was a strange clicking and
whirring that would occasionally go on, so she
knew that her boss was still in the room. What
he was doing she didn’t have the faintest idea,
but Sharon had been far too busy with Chika’s
cunt mashed on her face to worry.
But finally, even Chikaseemed to tire, and she
climbed down from the table, taking her Unclad,
bald Kittycat from Sharon’s mouth. Then the
office manager had dived her face into Sharon’s
juicy cunt and licked from one end of the slit to
the other. The lewd sensations the velvety
tongue caused in the young secretary’s Kittycat
made her clench her eyes shut and try to
overlook what was going on.
Sharon imagined that it was a man busily
eating out her cunthole, and the thought made
things a bit less terrible. Maybe even strangely
pleasant, Sharon thought as, once again, the
clicking and whirring broke the silence.
Then it had been Alex’s turn again, and he
slapped his thick, partially swollen Joystick
against her chin and cheeks. Finally, he forced
the hot meat between her lips, the bulging shaft
spreading her jaws open, and he F***ed her
mouth absent-mindedly, without much
enthusiasm, and Sharon wondered why he even
bothered. One more time, the clicks and whirs
began sounding.
Then, strangely, they had let her up from the
desk and left her, allowing her to get back into
her clothes. Sharon pulled her garments on,
nervously watching the doorway, afraid the pair
of tormentors would return and attack her
again. But when she peeked out of Alex’s office,
there was no one to be seen. It was only when
she had picked up her purse and was scurrying
toward the front door that Chika came out of
her office. The last words that the office
manager had said were that she would see
Sharon in the morning at about nine.
Fat chance of that, Sharon thought as she
pushed herself through her front door a little
later. She checked it to make sure that both
locks were engaged, then she went in and took
a bath and changed into a short and tank top.
After eating cornflakes for dinner, she sat in her
favourite chair and stared at the flickering TV,
wondering what she should do.
Sharon’s entire life flicked before her face. She
thought back to having to get a job after her
OND because she could go no further as she
had no financial support. Her father wasn’t well
off but things would have been better if he had
not kept making babies like a factory making
sweets. Sharon parents gave birth to nine
children and the highest education they could
provide for any of them was a secondary
school education and in a public school at that.
Her father opined that if any child wanted more
then he or she should do it himself. Sharon
was the fifth child but she had high ambitions.
Her older siblings were either married for the
women while the men were engaged in one
menial job or the other. But Sharon wanted
more and she strived for it. Against all odds
she gained admission to the polytechnic and
through holiday jobs and all she managed to
finish her OND but that was as far as she could
go on her own. No help, no support, so she
had to get a job.
The day Sharon got a call and was told that
she was successful in the interview she had
attended about three months earlier in Mr Alex
Odaju’s company was like a dream come true.
She had left school over two years earlier and
had been involved in one salesgirl job after the
other. So when she got the letter of
appointment to be a secretary in the big
company, it was a welcome development as it
meant better pay and having more time to
pursue her studies through the Open university
as she would have her weekends to herself
unlike being a salesgirl where she only had a
random day off. If only she knew, she would
have turned down the appointment, she thought
to herself.
Despite the size of his family, Mr James,
Sharon’s father was a very strict parent who
had been very thorough in the moral aspect of
their upbringing. He always watched over his
female children like a hawk as he felt they were
his asset since he believed their pride-price
would bring him the much needed wealth.
Sharon was a virgin till she got to the
polytechnic where she met and began dating
Niyi. After months of dating, Niyi managed to
convince her that it was alright to have s*x with
him since he was going to marry her and
because of her naivety, Sharon accepted. The
experience was painful for Sharon and below
expectation for Niyi who merely wanted a F**K
and discarded Sharon as soon as he got one.
She made a vow after that to stay off men till
she met Mr right.
Should she call the police? Certainly she wasn’t
going back to work. The more she worried, the
more uncertain she became.
There was a loud knock on her front door. She
glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it
was ten-thirty. A bolt of sheer panic ran
through her with the thought that it might be
Alex and Chika. They knew where she lived and
that she would be alone, and Sharon suddenly
knew that she should have left town and run
completely away.
The knock crashed again. Sharon pushed
herself from her chair and edged across to the
door on tiptoe. Please make them go away, she
thought as she stared at the locks.
“Miss James?” a deep, masculine voice asked
through the door. The knock sounded again. “If
you’re in there you need to open up, because I
need to talk to you! Something has happened!
This is the police!”

The police? Sharon’s mind was in a whirl. Then
her mind jumped to her parents, and she
thought something had gone wrong. It was the
only reason policemen came knocking at your
door so late at night. She reached over, pulled
up the small metal cover of the peephole, and
could see a tall man standing there solemnly
dressed in a policeman’s uniform.
“Just a minute!” Sharon cried and quickly
unlocked the door. When she pulled the door
open, the tall police officer stepped inside. In
one of his hands, he held a manila envelope.
“I’m Sgt Tom,” the policeman said as he walked
to the center of the siting room. He pointed to
the easy chair in which Sharon had been
sitting. “Frank Tom. Now why don’t you turn off
the television and sit down, Miss James? I think
it would be better that way.”
Agonizingly, Sharon turned off the TV and sat
down where the man had indicated. He towered
over her — black, strong features, and a
muscular body upon which his tailored uniform
fit like a glove.
“You better take a look at these first,” he said,
handing Sharon the envelope. “Then I’ll tell you
just how things are.”
Confused about what the package could have
to do with her parents, Sharon flicked open the
flap and dumped the contents into her lap. It
was a collection of pictures. There were six
snapshots that had apparently been taken that
afternoon in the office. In two of them, she was
eating Chika’s pussyhole, and in two others, she
appeared to be sucking Alex’s Joystick. He had
actually been fucking her face, but there was
nothing to reveal that in the photographs she
held.
The final two pictures showed Chika eating
Sharon’s Kittycat, and the young secretary had
a strangely dreamy smile on her face. Sharon
knew that she had been blanking her mind and
pretending it was a man’s face between her
legs, but, again, the photos made that truth a
terrible lie. In all six of the pictures, she was
clearly recognizable, leaving no doubt about
what the clicks and whirring that afternoon had
really been.
Suddenly she became very, very aware of how
little clothing she had on, her shorts barely
hiding her Kittycat and Buttocks. She knew that
her cunthair showed through the shorts, and
that her Tips showed through the tank top.
She glanced up. The policeman had a tight,
satisfied smile on his face.
“There’s at least a dozen more,” he said. “All of
them easily recognizable. The way I make it,
that’s indecent exposure, coupled with
prostitution, since the story is that you charged
each of them fifty thousand naira. Add that to
the theft charges over the two-hundred
thousand naira you took and it’s enough to
send you to prison for a long, long time. And if
that’s not enough, we can probably stir it
al’around and come up with some more
charges.”
“But I didn’t do it!” Sharon cried. “They made
me take off my clothes and then they raped
me! I didn’t charge them anything and I didn’t
take their money!”
“Maybe not,” the policeman said “But I’m a
policeman and I investigated it, and that’s what
I say happened. And my two good friends, Alex
Odaju and Chika Amanna, will testify to it all.
And there’s at least a couple girls in the office
who heard your gasps and screams this
afternoon and knew you were fucking your boss
in the office. You haven’t got a chance, bitch!
It’s either prison or being our nice, compliant
s*x slave!”

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