Write Affair

Lust, Rape, Power

[Author's note: This is purely a case of fiction. Any names or incidents that are coincidentally similar are purely by coincidence. This post is rated R21 and above. Read at your own risk.]

The sound of showering soothed her rattled nerves. She shuddered. Rubbing hard at the areas that have been violated and abused. It was a different thing altogether and she didn’t know what to do except to step into the showers to wash away the sins and hurt. Including shame.

All these years she had been working hard to earn some money to send home to her ailing parents. They were no longer able to work to support themselves. Her father was suffering from arthritis while her mother, liver problems. Medical treatments for her mother was taking a toil on her. The money she had been sending home was no longer enough as she needed stronger medications and that meant more money.

Desperate, she went to the red light districts to source for more income. Judy had told her that it would be a good and quicker way to raise the money. So, she went with Judy to get appraised. She passed it. Her first time was a wreck but thinking of her mother forced her to focus herself at the task. The client was satisfied. He was moaning and groaning away, just as Judy said. They were to be brought to the climax and finally down to earth in a earth-shattering experience to them. The latter part was harder as she hadn’t learnt much yet.

With Judy’s guide, she had managed to satisfy most of the clients. Some were nasty and requested for bondage which she didn’t feel comfortable in. Thankfully, Joe was protective of his girls. He would step in to defuse the bomb and the customer would never been seen again in any other places. That was Joe’s power. He had a huge network that none of the girls had ever dared to step over the line.

Joe was also careful that he would never fall in love with the girls under his charge. It was unethical and that would ruin his reputation and the club’s too. The girls made sure that they would never flirt with him or display any acts of come hither to him. That would destroy their only bowl of rice. It was a big no no.

The day began as usual. She was serving the last customer when he demanded more. Not bondage. Not karma sutra. He wanted to make her feel that she was raped. She refused and called for Joe. Joe came in and he was escorted away. However, the look in his eyes made her feel afraid. Sensing her fear, Joe asked if she wanted to be escorted home. She shook her head.

It was a fatal mistake. Her lonely walk home late at night had always spooked her. With the vengeful look from the man, she wished she had agreed to Joe’s offer of escort. It would have been comforting to know that someone was ensuring that she got home safely.

A hand covered her mouth while one of her arms was twisted painfully behind her back. Startled, she had no time to react and thought it was the man who threatened to rape her. She struggled to no avail and found herself being tied up expertly. Her heart pounding loudly in her rib cages, she found herself looking at the same man.

He had refused to give up his target and started to ravage her body. Her mind was numbed with fear and disgust. None of her clients had ever made her feel that way. She wanted to get away. There was no stopping him. Until he finally released his semen all over her body. Smiling evilly, he cut her loose. She whimpered. He knew she would never report him. And left her there.

Torn and disoriented, she somehow made her way home. The showers did nothing to soothe her shattered nerves. Finally, she made a call to Judy. He had exuded his power over her. She hated that feeling. His lust and power were disgusting. Judy came over as quickly as she could.

Crying in shame, she hugged burrowed herself in Judy’s warm bosom, Judy gently stroked her head. She advised her to inform Joe of this outrage. “But what can Joe do? He won’t be coming again since he has done it.”

“You never know if he’ll be after you again. He has that kind of power that makes you afraid, hasn’t him?” Faced with the question of him appearing again to taunt her, she decided to ask Joe for help.

Joe was furious. After berating her for not taking up his offer of escort for a full 10 minutes, he finally calmed down and made a few calls. Fearful that they would be caught by the police, she pleaded that he would not do anything illegal. “No, it’s not illegal. But he won’t be able to report to the police.”

It was about two months later when he appeared at the brothel again. Apparently, his business had failed. His partners had heard of him being a cheat. Soon, he was caught red-handed by his partner embezzling the company’s funds. Thrown out of the company, he was forced to mortgage his bungalow, sell off his Rolls Royce, even his wife and teenage daughter were forced to work but no one would hire them.

Joe allowed her to stay in the shadows to see the proceedings. His teenage daughter was pregnant. She had been raped and there was no way he could report to the police due to him hiding from the embezzlement involvement. He would be caught and hauled up to the courts for the embezzlement case. She was unable to undergo abortion as they had no money for it. His wife was going psychotic about the pregnancy and the sudden loss of wealth. He was here to get help.

“You say you want help,” Joe said lazily as he reached for a drink. “What sort of help are you expecting?”

“Money, anything as long as I can saved,” he cried.

“I, you say. So that means your daughter and wife are of no matter to you from now on.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes.”

“So, you are divorcing your wife and leaving both of them at this point in time?” Joe asked harshly.

“Yes.” He didn’t waver.

She was furious. A man ditching his wife and pregnant daughter in the time of crisis wasn’t reliable. He was a disgrace to his family and men. Shaking, she wanted to slap him but Joe was in charge and she didn’t want to give herself away. The conversation wasn’t over yet.

He was to be given the amount of money to pay the debts. The divorce procedures were to be followed, his wife would receive the amount that she should be entitled to. He wasn’t allowed to receive a single cent from the sale of the bungalow or the car as he owed the company and her. His daughter was to be given the option to give birth or undergo the abortion. He was not allowed to visit either his wife, daughter or grandchild (if any).

In repayment, he was to undergo vasectomy. At this point, he gasped. “What?

“This is just what you can do. There’s nothing else you can do to repay, can you?” Joe drawled.

“But this is too drastic! There surely must be some other way to repay!” The table wobbled with his weight.

“You came here for help and you said you’ll do anything to get rid of the debts. This is the only way you can afford now.”

“But this is too much!”

Joe didn’t answer. He was sure the man would refuse to accept the condition. He had too much pride in his tool. This enunch method would make him suffer more than anything and he wouldn’t accept this help after all. The silence was deafening.

Joe was going to throw him out when he slammed the table loudly.

“I’ll do it.” She was shocked that he would even agree to the outrageous repayment demand. Apparently, he was desperate. And a desperate man would do anything to save himself. He was powerful and influential before this downfall from grace. Now, he was a bankrupt who owed the loan sharks and banks a huge amount of money that she had never heard of. It sounded obscenely huge to her. She could have repaid her own debts and still have enough to save up for her family to use through at least 10 years.

He might have raped her, made her feel dirty and useless and a tool. However, he didn’t deserve such a severe repayment form in return to break free from his debts. Joe was asking for too much. The meeting was soon over after he had signed the contract. He left the place as quietly as he had arrived.

“Joe.” He looked at her.

“That was too harsh.”

“He violated you. And treated my girl as dirt, I’m not going to let any one bully my girls.”

“But, isn’t there any other way he could repay?”

“What other way? He’s a declared bankrupt and has stepped over the line even after warning him. You are not feeling sorry for him, are you?”

“No, I feel sorry for his daughter.”

“She isn’t what you think either. I got my information on her. She wasn’t raped as he had claimed. She had been offering her services to others for years. This baby belongs to his friend. There is no way he would let her marry someone old enough to be her father.”

She was stunned. She had thought that his daughter would be doing the same as her despite her father’s previous riches. Her parents would have disowned her if they knew she was here doing what they have always taught her no to. She had dishonoured them.

She now knew that power meant nothing if you didn’t have the  means to keep out those who were out to wrestle it from you. Rape was a source of power that was temporary. Lust was something that would fuel the rape when it took over strongly if the man was unable to control himself.