Tiit For Tat - S01 E23

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Tiit For Tat - S01 E23

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 23

ape !!!! It’s not just a dream

“The truth of it is, the shame was not mine, and for all victims in similar situations, it is not ours. The shame is reserved for every creep who has ever touched us inappropriately. The shame is on the abuser, not the victim, not the survivor. It is tragic that so many of us have to survive this kind of crap, and I’m so sorry if it has happened to you.”

~Rose McGowan.

<Third Person point of View >

As Mike was contemplating on how to get Tife out of the shackles of the evil men , something else happened in Zolabin’s residence the previous night.

His girlfriend Cynthia confronted him, very jealous due to the way Zolabin was treating Rosaline. She knew his lustful intention towards the girl. “Nowadays you don’t touch me. Is it because of that girl?” She asked.

Zolabin feigned innocence and asked , “Who?”

” Don’t play D--n with me, you skirt chaser, Cynthia screamed.

“Why do you think I’m interested in Rosaline ?”Zolabin asked.

Cynthia responded, “I can see it in your eyes. You desire her.”

“You are fast becoming a doting girlfriend. Are you Jealous, Rosaline?.”

Zolabin asked his girlfriend, Cynthia.

Cynthia shouted, ‘ewooooooo,’ e don happened. I said it. This Rosaline girl has filled your mind. You just called me ‘ Rosaline’. If you forget my name , I’m called Cynthia.

Zolabin realised his mistake. He had unknowingly called his girlfriend, “Rosaline,” instead of “cynthia.”

” I’m sorry babe, it’s just a mis____”

“Mistake?” His words were cut short by Cynthia. “From now on I won’t give you “my meal” until you remove that dirty girl from your stupid memory. But let me warn you, the day you ” taste that girl, you will regret it. She will ___”

” Shut up, you gold digger, you think I don’t know you are staying with me because of my money?” Zolabin fumed.

” Hahaha, you are calling me a gold digger? Have you forgotten how you become rich. You kill your ___”

Three quick slaps landed on Cynthia’s cheek and silenced her instantly. She began crying.

” hiiiiihiiihiiiii, eeeeeeeeeiiii.”

“Idiot, ingrate, I change my mind. I won’t give you Mike’s house again as I promise. My boys will get me the documents today. You better start parking.”

Cynthia paused and looked at him. Then she said, “I’m sorry Zolabin.”

****

{ Rosaline’s POV}

I have been moved from my small ‘prison” to a much comfortable room. It looked like a small self-contained. It had a bed with a latex foam mattress in it. A small bathroom and even a kitchen. Zolabin brought me some clothes. I kept wondering why Zolabin was overly friendly with me instead of torturing me. Surely, it wasn’t ordinary. I knew behind his charade was something sinister.*

Not that I want to be tortured but Zolabin’s magnanimity was questionable, full of equivocations.

Two days ago , he came into my room. I was afraid he had finally made up his mind to ____ umm. I don’t want to think about it.

He came closer to me and held my hand. I didn’t remove them from his. It was pointless. I was in his cage.

He adulated* me, “I must confess you inherited your mother’s impeccable beauty. You are such a goddess of beauty.”

At the mention of my mother,

sadness engulfed me like lavas from a thousand volcanic eruptions.My mood swang and I looked at him with so much hostility that he was mesmerized.

Then he said,” well, well, I don’t expect you to like me but ..have you ever wondered why I didn’t maltreat you ever since you were brought here? The reason is simple. I’m in love with you. I can take away your pride right now but I want you to decide how you will give it to me. It’s either you give it to me freely or I will be compelled to take it by force.

Even the bible say in Matthew 11: 12 that ” From the days of John the Baptist until now the kingdom of heaven has suffered violence, and the violent take it by force.”

I gazed at Zolabin in surprise. I never knew he even know a book exists called the bible.

Then I remembered Satan used to be God’s Angel before he rebelled against the Divine being.

“I’m sure with time you will learn to love me, Rosaline. You would realise that love is better than hatred. I was amazed at the way he was talking . A heartless monster talking like a guardian Angel.

That was two days ago. I was still reminiscing the events when I felt asleep.

***

Then I felt like I was dreaming. In my dream, I saw Zolabin tickling my breast. I woke up suddenly only

to see Zolabin actually s^cking the thing.

“Get off from me!!! You

Paedophile!!!” I flung him off and ran into the corner of the room.

Zolabin held my hand saying, “my patience has reached its limit. I want to have sex with you right…NOW!!!”

“No!!! I won’t have sex with you!! I yelled at him.

“Undress yourself now!” He commanded authoritatively.

I refused and remain lukewarm.*

“Are you deaf? If you are not willing to have sex with me then I will take it by FORCE!!! I have given you enough time.

He paused and stared at me with a desireful cold eyes. His tooth glaring like the fangs of a beast. He started walking slowly towards me like a predator.

I began taking slow steps back

ward away from him but the wall impede my recession.

“Zolabin, stop it!!!” I shouted.

I had barely gotten the words

completely word out of my mouth when he suddenly reached me in two strides, seized me by my upper arm and flung me on the latex foam mattress. I stared at him, stunned with eyes full of hatred. He loomed above me, leering down at me.

“You are an ingrate. You like it rough, don’t you? You like to be forced, right? You are one of those girls whose ‘no’ actually means ‘yes.’

I was frightened. Goose pimples sprang on my skin. My heart pounded and knocked hard on my chest. I could almost hear its vibration in my chest. I felt it was going to burst out to avoid the abominable act about to be visited on my “untouched” body.

I tried to look for a way out of that terrible situation and realised there was no way out. I felt like a cornered mouse.

He suddenly reached for my thigh and when I kicked at him, he grew angry and for the first time in my life, I was slapped by a man who killed my father and ordered his boys to rape and kill my mother.

The slap stunned me. I could hear a sharp tuning sound deep in my ear and the side of my face was burning. Streams of anger well inside me suddenly and consumed my normal reaction.

I swung my arm and slapped him hard on the face. I caught him so unawares that he just open his mouth and placed his hands against his cheek and stared at me in shock and disbelief.

“You slapped me?” He asked coldly. If eyes could kill, I would have exploded under his malevolent glare but I tried to appear strong and undaunted as I slowly sat up on the mattress , ready to flee if I see any small exit.

He asked me again. “You dare slap me?!”

I grumbled without looking up at him. I carefully rose then tugged down my clothes. I moved away from him towards the door but he

yanked me back. I staggered but quickly regained my balance.

“Where do you think you are going?!” He bawled, his eyes now red.

“Leeeeeave me alone!!!” I screamed.

He chuckled. “No woman has ever slapped me before let alone a mere girl like you. I will crash your treasure today”

“Eiiiihhh……you slapped me first.”

I scoffed without looking at his face.

“Well, I can see that you don’t have any respect and I shall deal severely with you today!”

He suddenly grabbed both my upper arms, trying to push me back onto the mattress but I struggled with him. Not only was he more than decades older than I was, he was also stronger. Instead of the mattress , I accidentally fell on the floor. He followed me to the floor, wrestling with me and trying to rip my cloth up and forcing his hands in between my thighs.

I struggled with all my might but when he realized that I was unwilling to relent, he gave me series of slaps across my face.

I closed my eyes and moved my head to avert the avalanch of punches he incessantly pelted on me. I fought back blindly crying, screaming and scratching like a deranged girl.

I was determined to fight him for my honour. I succeeded in registering my fingernails across his face twice. He lifted his chin up out of reach so that I could only claw at his shoulders. When he noticed that going for my upper body was fruitless, he focused on my thighs now and tried to sepa

rate them but I clamped them shut and tighter. He dug his fingers in between my thighs and tried to pry them apart but I locked my ankles and continued trying to resist him with all my strength.

He grew frustrated and more angry and then suddenly punched me on the thigh. It hurt so bad and weakened my muscles so much that my strength in that leg reduced.

When he noticed it, he punched the other thigh harder and that was even more painful. My legs fell helpless apart, as my muscles twitched.

I felt like I was experiencing a cramp and I cried. He parted my thighs and immediately took off his boxers while leaning between my now open thighs.

I gazed at his gigantic ‘rod,’ and was completely flummoxed. That monstrous iron- like rod will surely damage my delicate tunnel which had never been drilled before by any man.

During our struggle, his rod went flaccid a bit, but he gave it quick strokes to reawaken it and rejuvenate it for invasion. I knew that that was my opportunity to strike.

I stretched out my arm to grab his balls with my hand but he caught them as if he had read my thought, flung it to the side and then landed me another hot slap. Then he removed his jack- knife and threatened me, “if you resist me again, I will stab you through the very place you don’t want me to enter.”

His threats worked. My resistance fell apart as I gazed at the cold edges of the sharp knife.

He pinned my legs and arms simultaneously , the left leg and left arm pinned, the right leg and right arm also pinned to the ground.

Tears welled under my eyelids and cascaded on my checks.

Now that my arms and legs were pinned down with his knees, I was left defenceless.

My only defence now was to scream. I let out a blood curdling scream. He connected his balled fist to my upper lip.

The impact caused blood to splutter around my mouth and then oozed in torrent under my chin and then on the floor.

As my mouth bled, He reached under my gown and began to roughly pull at my panties. My legs were still weak and there was little I could do with them.

Gathering the remnants of strength still left in my body, I extricated my right arm.

Weakly, I reached for my panties and a tug of war began, he pulled it downwards and I tried to hold it upward . He got angrier and pulled it so hard that I heard it tearing.krrrrrrrrrrrrrrr”

When he finally had my panties out of the way, he lowered his body more on me, while beating my right hand with had loosened down continuously . He was still pinning me down with his knees to restrain my struggles. I was in despair. I foresaw that moment in my dream but I never believe it would really happen to me in such a horrendous and despicable manner.

He forced my thighs to open wider making an angle of about 160° to the floor where I was pinned.

With my legs widely spread like a gymnast, he ripped my blouse off, revealing my laced bra. He then unstrapped it from my breast letting them loose from their encasement. They jiggled freely in the open swaying left and right in sync with my aggressive movement.

As he got fully on top of me, he flicked his tongue against my mammary glands( n^pples) and

smirked, his eyes glistening with horniness. His aggressive mood has gradually changed into a light laughter.

With aggressive, he rushed through my V line and tore through my unexplored folds in the core of my feminine treasure with so much aggression that his ‘rod’ wasted no time in lacerating my thin membrane and bringing in its wake

streaks of blood which flow out from my tunnel onto my thighs.

The look on his face said it all. He knew he had deflowered me, against my with.

Enthused by that revelation, he dug and drill the hole deeper with a lot of aggression that it was just full of bitterness The more he dug into me, the more the sensation of pain.

I screamed and screamed but it was obvious I have no saviour except myself.

As he jerked up and down, he finally reached the apogee* of his excitement and fired some white fluid into my anatomy. He stood up from me. I felt weak and used but managed to lift my body up.

As I made ready to stand up , he said, “not so fast, that’s just part one.

*****

What did Zolabin mean by his statement ,”that’s just part one.”

Watch out for Episode 24 of Tiit for tat.

Glossary

*Adulated- To flatter excessively.

*Sinister- Evil or seemingly evil; indicating lurking danger or harm.

*Lukewarm- Not very enthusiastic (about a proposal or an idea)

* Fang- a large sharp tooth, especially a canine tooth of a dog or wolf.

* Horrendous- Extremely bad; awful; terrible.

Synonyms

awful, horrific, terrible, dreadful

Despicable- contemptible; worthless