Must Read: The Cartel (18+)

Episode 7 years ago

Must Read: The Cartel (18+)

Before I proceed, I’ll like to state my stand on Molest. (For those sharing this story on their sites/blogs, I implore you to add this too). Because it is a reoccurring event in this story.
1: Molest is wrong and nothing a fe(male*) does should be deserving of it. I abhor violence and consider Molest a disgustingly violent crime deserving of a lengthy jail time.
2: While I am an unrepentant advocate of modesty on the part of ladies, no lady deserves to be judged by the content of her underwear. You can always look the other way.
3: Cradle robbers, paedophiles and pederast are all bunch of reprobates deserving of time in a secured mental institution before being locked up.


4. There’s no language in the world in which NO means YES. Once she says NO, that should end whatever was going on. It doesn’t matter if “cons£nsu@l” s*x was about to happen. Nigerian men should learn this.
5. Molest remains a tolerated form of terrorism in Nigeria. Victims are usually blamed, ostracized and slüt shamed into not reporting or seeking help. A lot of rapist roam around free looking for their next victim. Nigerians need reorientation in that regard.
But for the sake of this story, and as stated in the caveat, I’m still gonna write about and describe Molest scenes. You might wanna skip this update.



*****Continued****

She was led into a different building block away from the cell and torture room. Passing an officer who sat down on a bench with a rifle, they proceeded into the building. Knocking on a door, they were ushered in by a voice from inside.



This was the office of the Divisional Police Officer, DSP Terna. At one end of the vast room was an office table with the DPO sitting behind it. Then there were two wooden chairs directly facing his table and a longer couch by the side. On his table were several files, a half filled bottle of “Pasties” (Hope I got that), and must about anything else you can think of finding in an office setting.
Saluting his boss, the First officer said “Here she is sir” while pulling Ima forward from behind him.
While he was dressed in mufti (which isn’t out of place considering the time), his uniform was hung on the wall behind him. He held a full scalp sheet on his left hand which he was reading from. He looked up at them, then Ima, and then back to the sheet while asking “Why isn’t this murderer you brought here in cuffs?”
If Ima had hoped to ask him for food, those words made her resolve to go to bed hungry.
“Sorry sir” The first officer replied just as he pulled out his cuffs.
“Cuff her hands in front” The DPO said still without looking away from the table.
“Done sir” He declared after cutting her hands.
“Dismissed. Good night” He declared to the men
Saluting, both of them exited the room saying “Good night sir” simultaneously
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“Young girl have a seat” He finally offered some 5 minutes after the two men had left. She could barely stand which he had noticed but had deliberately ignored her while writing on the full scalp sheet he had been reading.
Ima whose whole body was in pains, literally collapsed into the chair after heaving a huge sigh of relief. “Thank you sir” she managed to say. Her throat was dry
“I’ve just gone through your confessional statement of how you killed the husband of someone husband who took you in. Its so unfortunate that you did that” He said removing his reading glass before pouring himself a drink from the bottle on the table.
“I did not ki..” She began to say when he cut her short
“Shut up that mouth before I slap your teeth off” He rebuked her. “After confessing you want to change your mouth abi?” He asked her
“They beat me and forced me to say I killed him” She replied as she began to cry again while lowering her head. She was experiencing both physical and emotional pains.
“Who beat you? Who forced you?” He mocked her.

“Those men that brought me here” She said lifting up her cuffed hands and pointing towards the door to indicate she was referring to the men that left.

“Look here young woman, there’s nothing like that on this statement I’m afraid” He said picking up the sheet. He began to read the written text “After cross examination and days of investigation by men of the Nigerian police force led by inspector Onoriode Ajine, the suspect admitted to killing the victim, one Mr Micheal Agba by food poisoning. She claimed it was supposed to be a love portion which was supposed to make him leave his wife and child for her…..” Her voice cut him short
Shaking her head as she wept she said “Sir it’s not true… I didn’t kill him.. I was force to say those things”
Putting the paper down, he said “Look here young woman, crying won’t help you right now. But I want to help me that’s why I asked them to bring you here. The punishment for murder is death or life imprisonment. Do you want to die by hanging or spend the rest of your life in jail?”
“Noooo” She replied shaking her head while still sobbing.
“Good.. Now stop crying and listen to me” unrolling an amount of tissue paper, he offered it to her saying “Here, dry your eyes”. After which he gulped the wine in the glass. Pouring himself another glass, he stood up and came around the desk, pushing the empty chair away, he sat on the desk. This was when she noticed how huge, tall and intimidating the man was
Touching and running his hand on her face as if he was cleaning her tears,he began. “You know you are a fine girl. Even if I believe you that you didn’t kill him, with this your confessional statement, it will be had for the judge not to sentence you. But since this case is still on my desk, it is only now that I can help you” With that he boldly moved his hands to her left b0s0m and began to föndle gently.
“Can today ever get worse?” She wondered. From having to go most part of the day hungry, to being beaten cruelly and her body molested. She had thought that was all the day had to offer. But here was this man trying to……” Her thoughts were cut short by his voice
“On your feet” Her thundered.
She stood up slowly while maintaining eye contact on her fee. Holding her by the back of her neck, he pulled her forward and kissed her by firmly pressing his lips against hers.



Disgusted at him, she shut her mouth as tightly as she could while also squeezing her face in protest of his assault. When he placed the drink on his left hand on the table she didn’t know, all she felt was the hand running through her dress and around her thighs while pressing her pvssy. His right hand held her firmly behind the neck as she felt his tongue all over her lips in his bid to make her open her mouth.
Then without warning, he released his hold on her and unexpectedly slapped her. Without giving her much time react to the slap, his large hand lunged forward and seized her by the throat. Temporarily cutting her air supply, he pulled her head to his face. Then from no where, he pulled out a pistol with his left hand, cocked it and placed it on her head and said in a completely different and harsh tone “I can do this the easy way or the hard way young girl. Whatever your decision is, I’ll still get to have you tonight. So tell me, do you want it the hard way?”
Broken and scared, she shook her head in the negative
“I thought as much” He said letting go of the grip on her throat. “On your knees” he then instructed. Watching he kneel down, he stood up from the desk and with his right hand undid his fly. Pulling out what was a big J0yst!ck, he looked at her in a way that made her open her mouth, understanding what he wanted.




Pointing the gun on her head again, he pushed his rising J0yst!ck into her mouth and said “You bite it, I put a bullet in your head, understand?”
With tears flowing from her eyes and the J0yst!ck in her mouth, she nodded affirmatively. He wasn’t as big as Jama but due to her weak state, swollen jaw, she found it difficult opening up her mouth wide enough to contain the J0yst!ck which seamed to be getting bigger in her mouth. At that point if felt like putting someone’s fist in your mouth.
“sU-Ck damn it!” he howled
Her head movement was as slow as a slug that he had to drop the pistol on the table, grab her head with both hands and annoyingly began to ram his J0yst!ck into her mouth. Although she tried not to, after about a minute of his ramming and due to her weakness and mouth, the muscles of her jaw caved in out of reflex. Her teeth then locked around his eréction which ultimately ended her another slap as he pulled out from her mouth. The force of the slap made her hit her head on the edge of the desk. She fell to the floor coughing strongly as she cried while wishing she would just die. The pain and torture was just too much and unbearable.
Reaching for her, he grabbed her by the shoulders, moved behind her and pushed her into the big desk. Her cuffed hands were under her body as her head was placed to the side. Lifting her gown up and placing it on her waist, her butt0ckz and pvssy became exposed to him. Using his middle and index fingers, he rubbed her pvssy opening while using legs to spread hers apart. His J0yst!ck was still coated with her saliva from the forced head she had given him. With his right hand, he undid his belt which made his trouser fall into a hip around his feet.




Pulling his boxers down, he then grabbed and guided his J0yst!ck into her unwilling and dry pvssy and began pounding right away. She was too weak to scream despite the pains but kept on groaning in pains with tears flowing from her eyes. When it seemed his trouser and boxers by his feet were hindering his thrusting, he paused temporarily to kick the clothes away. Then holding her hips with both hands, he resumed his pounding. While he cared less about the fact that she was in pains and her hands were trapped under her, he was particularly glad she wasn’t screaming. Exactly as he had hoped when he instructed his boys to beat her up and weaken her spirit.
This went on for about 5 minutes after which his pace began to slow down. At this point her body began to respond and without her control, her pvssy began to wet. Although it was embarrassing, it reduced the pains she felt having been dry initially. Then he slowed down almost completely and she felt he was finally spent when she felt a finger rubbing around her butt hole. The horror she felt was enough to make her try to rise up from the desk but was stopped by a slap on her back. Back on, the table, she could only whisper “Please…. Don’t”.
“Shut up!” The man responded as he withdrew his finger, licked it (in a bid to use his saliva as lube) and slowly pressed it into her butt hole until it went past her sphincter. All the while his J0yst!ck was still lodged in her pvssy. Slowly he resumed thrusting back into her pvssy while also twisting his finger in and out of her butt hole. At this stage, she didn’t know which pain was greater, the beatings she received earlier, the ongoing vaginal assault or the finger probing her butt0ckz. Well, what followed next made her realize she was actually yet to experience real pains.
He continued thrusting into her pvssy while trying to get her butt0ckz ready for about three minutes. When he was certain he could try penetrating her butt0ckz, he pulled out of her now wet and slippery pvssy. Holding his ever eréct J0yst!ck on his right hand with his left pressed on her back, he lined up his J0yst!ck head which was coated with her fluid by her backdoor.



The only time she heard about backdoor s*x was during bible classes about Sodom and Gomorrah. She had always been disgusted at that idea that gays exited and wondered how it was possible to achieve such feat and pleasure. Mortified by the thought of what he wanted to do, she again tried to resist by standing up with whatever strength left in her weak knees. But unfortunately his rather large and firm hand was pressed on her back. She was only able to change the position of her head. Initially she had placed her head on the side with her left ear pinned to the desk, but her new position placed her chin on the desk. She shut her eyes tight while grinning her face as she awaited what was to come next.

With an unrelenting force and pressure, he began to push his J0yst!ck into her butt hole. Her mouth dropped open as she tried to scream but realized she was barely audible.


The pressure and burning s£nsat!on she felt went on for about a minute until she felt his ball on her butt0ckz cheeks. He was finally in she realized. She felt a pestle had been shoved up her butt0ckz when he pulled out a little and stabbed his J0yst!ck back in.



At this point Ima gave up fighting, no need crying again. She new her life was over. There was no explanation as to why she was going through all these. She had cried continuously since the beatings started and realized she was just weak to cry again. But there was no pain in the world that could be compared to what she was feeling right now. Not even during the birth of her Idara… Oh Idara, she recalled her daughter’s name. If she had stayed back in Calabar all these wouldn’t be happening to her. The thought that she was obviously being punished by God for dumping her child was what finally made her begin to cry.




Opening her eyes to cry and let the tears flow out, she caught sight of the man’s pistol right in front of her face. Seeing this, she was immediately filled with a new power. The power to end this all. The power to stop people from hurting her. “This would be the last time anyone would hurt me” She told herself. “I’ll put and end to my miserable life… But first, he’ll go with me”. She was surprised by the realization that she just smiled.
Suddenly he realized she wasn’t struggling again and the muscles around her butt0ckz had relaxed. It wasn’t difficult again for him though it remained tight. Then he heard her begin the grunt “Ugh…. ugh…. ugh….” faintly with each of his stabbing motion. With his brain cells dissolved in alcohol and thinking only with his J0yst!ck, he felt she was now enjoying his assault and began to cheer her on..
“Yea…. That’s it Omo Calabar… Take it all… You’re so sweet” He praised her at relaxing.
“ugh… ugh.. ugh” She continued grunting with eyes fixed on the gun in front of her. She had forgotten completely about the pains because she was about to end it all.
Her tightness finally overwhelmed him as he felt his ball begin to chun. By now her stubborn rectal muscles had finally relaxed at it seemed just like a tight pvssy to him. Realizing he was about to shoot, he pick up the bottle from the table and began to drink directly from it with his right hand on her butt0ckz as his pace increased.


“hmmmm.. Hmmm… Hmm.mm” he began breathing heavily as he drank. She knew he was as good as done when he started to shake. Seconds later she felt him empty what would be his last release inside her anäl cavity.
Dropping the bottle back on the table, he collapsed on her back and waited for a few seconds. Satisfied he said “Yea.. Good girl” and pulled out of her.
He was weak in his knees after what to him was an exciting experience and decided to collapse on the couch behind them. Picking up the bottle from the table, he walk back and collapsed on the couch. “Omo Calabar, come here” he instructed while touching the space next to him, indicating he wanted her to come seat next to him. After which he took a sip from the bottle.
Putting the bottle back down, he looked up towards her direction and immediately the alcohol and post-orgasmic bliss cleared from his eyes and brain.


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The officer outside the building was the first to run inside the DPO’s office after he heard two gun shots..
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