by Lucie Blake
“Jesus Christ! Why the hell do you keep calling me? ”
“I like talking to you Akemi, with our history I thought you would be glad to hear from me!”
“I don’t even know who you are buddy. What do you want?”
“It’s not me that needs anything tonight darling. It’s your husband. We will chat later, after you’ve seen the video.”
“What video, freak?”
But there was no answer. Looking at the phone in bewilderment, my mind wondered what this fucking idiot was referring to.
The message alert was the answer to my question. Another corny poem awaited me and a link to someplace on the internet that I was sure would reveal nothing good.
Once you were able to perform, act on any stage
But now, I guess you are suffering from old age
Pussy isn’t working and husband dissatisfied
I am not amazed that he would step outside.
I clicked the link because I had no choice. Fear and curiosity got the better of me.
It was an aerial shot.
Shaun was sitting at his desk with a drink in his hand while staring intently at the computer screen. His phone rang and he answered, saying words I couldn’t hear. A few seconds elapsed and he got up to answer his door. He returned and was carrying a conversation with a person off screen. He swung his grand leather chair to face who ever was there and just looked in their general direction, but his mouth was no longer moving. The look on his face was so familiar to me, but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was.
A leg was the next thing I saw as it landed on the desk, knocking away some disorganized papers. Shaun rolled forward and the person stepped into the screen. Her head and shoulders were visible, but she never looked up. The woman was naked.
Her leg was still on my husband’s desk and my heart raced as I put together what was really happening. His hand was between her legs now and he was staring into her eyes to gauge her reaction. Rolling forward in his chair further still, he dropped his head and it disappeared behind her leg. It was only when he threw her on the desk and spread her legs further did I realize who it was.
I dropped the phone on the bed and backed away from the despicable sight of my husband devouring another woman’s pussy. But it wasn’t any woman; it was someone I had known for a long time and held dear to my heart… a heart that was now failing me and a heart that I could hear beating in my own ears. A heart that was now irreparably broken.
Part Two
Chapter 1
The nightmares started the same night I saw my husband with another woman. I waited up for him after my tired body wouldn’t allow me to drive over to his office. Drifting into a fitful sleep sometime after three am, I still felt aware of my surroundings like I was in a twilight zone. The dream was vivid, but the circumstances were extremely confusing. I couldn’t tell if it was fact or my overactive imagination.
The doctor’s face was covered in beads of perspiration and people were yelling in the background. The nurse seemed panicked as she fussed over a screaming baby in the transparent bassinet. A hand raised to wipe my brow and I realized it was my own. A plastic blue wrist band indicated that I was indeed in the hospital. The pain from my lower stomach and the stabbing in my back was almost unbearable.
My legs felt the sensation of the cold metal stirrups and the doctor was concentrating intently on what was happening between them. The stress on his face showed and he looked as though he was having a challenge. Frantically, he called to another nurse wearing blood covered gloves.
“Nurse we need to move this along, she’s bleeding faster than we can stop it. We need to get this other one out before she hemorrhages to death, Jesus Christ the time is getting slim!.”
The bright lights from above blinded me, and I shielded my eyes with my hand. The nurse answered in the same concerned tone, “we can use the suction to bring the baby down. That’s the only option at this point doctor.”
I felt the pressure and pain, increasing as they attached the device that would free my child from the birth canal. As my pelvis spread and tore, my head felt lighter and lighter. The lights began to fade just before I heard the last words from the nurse.
“Doctor, he’s not moving and his face is turning blue. We will get him to intensive care Immediately.”
As I sat up with a jerk in my own bed, I gasped for air and perspiration flowed from my face. This was not something that I had dreamed before, but it scared me immensely. The vision of my husband with another woman came rushing back to my mind and I was sickened yet again. The nightmare and my situation at hand all made for a terrible headache and I was unable to fall back to sleep.
The door to our master suite opened, and Shaun walked in looking haggard and old. He forced a smile in my direction and flopped down on the bed in exhaustion. I was walking from the bathroom when he arrived, and didn’t know what to say or do so I just stood there. He didn’t have his usual presence of mind to see how I was doing, and I was saddened that was to be the demise of my budding marriage.
The woman in the video was one person I didn’t expect to betray me. Though we had been separated physically for years, I trusted her and she was my only family. My sister had crossed the line. It seemed that wine was to be my only solace in my corrupt world, and right now the smooth liquid was soothing my wounds.
Gazing out of the bay window while my husband snored, I tried to invoke divine inspiration as to the decisions I would have to make. Shaun and Mae were the two prominent fixtures in my life and they had conspired against me.
He was sleeping when I left in the morning, and my stalker called my cell as soon as I exited the Limo in my office garage.
“How did you sleep Akemi. Was watching your husband fuck your sister a turn on?”
“You’re a fucking prick. What exactly do you want from me?”
“I’ve told you Akemi, I want you, and outside of that there is someone I want you to meet. She’s so adorable, just like her mom. Don’t worry, I will send you a picture and you will see what your daughter looks like.”
“It seems you have your information incorrect. If you know so much about me, you would know the only child I had was still born! If you are going to terrorize me, at least do it with the truth and not some story spawned from your fucked up imagination.”
“No, no Akemi, I do have the facts. If you would only stop pretending to be Mrs. Perfect, you would fucking remember. What kind of woman are you? That you would allow your child to be raised by others is shameful. Once it doesn’t involve sucking a dick you can’t remember it? Pitiful bitch. Thank God I’m here to jog your memory. When you see her face you will know I’m telling the truth. Tell Shaun I said hello and both of you will be hearing from me very soon.”
A sharp click indicated he was gone and yet again another message was sent to my phone. I truly didn’t want to open it, but curiosity got the better of me. The feeling of fear that clutches at your throat, rose as I clicked ‘open.’
She wore pony tails and a hello kitty t shirt. Her spindly legs were covered by leggings and she looked like a typical girl who was well taken care of. She smiled into the camera, and her selfie captured the shiny braces in her mouth. This girl was a miniature Akemi. If I had any pictures when I was her age, no one would be able to tell us apart.
If the stalker had this photo, I was sure he was planning something big, something catastrophic and horrible. As my throat burned and my temperature increased, I realized that Boris was calling my name.
“Mam, we are ready to get on the elevator, are you alright.”
“Ummm, yes Boris, I’m fine, let’s go.”
Chapter 2
I needed to speak to Camilla.
She was a sex therapist, but her training should certainly cover matters such as this. She always took my calls personally and after a few rings she answered in her usual enthusiastic voice.
“Good Morning Akemi, how are you today?”
“Good Morning C
amilla, I’d like to see you as soon as possible. It’s a matter of urgency.”
“Well of course , would you want to come over around 11 am?”
“Yes, that’s fine. See you later.”
“Certainly Akemi.”
After I visited Camilla, I planned to confront my betrayers. The advice of a professional was exactly what I needed before I wielded facts and accusations.
She was waiting for me downstairs and ushered me to her office personally. She tried to conceal the look of concern on her face, but it was evident to me that she sensed this was more than just an average visit. Wasting no time, she sat at her desk and focused on the couch where I sat.
“Your call sounded urgent, so tell me what’s happening?”
“Well, this isn’t exactly a sexual problem but I figured you could help me.”
“Go on, tell me.”
“I’ve been getting these phone calls… someone from my past that I can’t quite identify, knows about the baby I had when I was 16.”
The worried look on her face deepened and her brow wrinkled in contemplation. She didn’t interrupt me so I continued speaking.
“The baby was stillborn and I never saw it. I never even knew if it was a boy or girl. I was in the hospital for a long while after the birth because my womb ruptured and I bled profusely. They said I could never conceive again. I’ve never told Shaun… as a matter of fact… I’ve never told anyone.”
Camilla leaned back into her chair and folded her hands prayerfully under her chin. Again, I continued.
“But then there is the dream. It’s been haunting me recently. There is another child in my dream of childbirth. I don’t know if it’s a memory or just a nightmare, but the other baby was alive… I just don’t know…”
She chose to speak and said, “Akemi, many times when we have traumatic experiences, we bury bad memories deep below the surface, it’s a kind of selective amnesia.”
“Well, I have no idea Camilla, how can I have another child and not know? The stalker sent me a picture of a little girl… she looks so much like me…I’m so confused and distraught…what will I tell Shaun?”
“One thing at a time Akemi. Will you be willing to try hypnosis to reach back in time? It’s the only valid thing I can think of to bring out those hidden memories. Do you want to give it a shot?”
“There’s more Camilla. The same stalker sent me a video… one of Shaun with a woman. He didn’t come home and he wouldn’t answer my calls. Then this person terrorizing my life sent me a video of him at the office…the woman he was with was so familiar…when she finally looked up it was…my sister.I almost died.”
Professionalism left the room as Camilla rose from her chair and hurriedly joined me on the couch for a human moment.
“It will be alright Akemi. You’ve been through worse things. Once we uncover the truth you can get past it. Trust me, we can get through it together and we don’t have to say anything to your husband until you are certain you have all the facts. Now I’m going to start at the beginning. Who is the father of the baby?”
“The day after Christmas there was a party, but I can’t recall the details. It’s all so blurry and vague. I was only 16 when they started me on the hardcore stuff.”
“Alright, what I’m going to ask you to do, is to lay on the couch and we will get started at piecing together the puzzle. All I want you to do is listen to my voice and become as relaxed as possible.”
I wasn’t even aware that I was crying. Only the moisture on the tissue she had provided me with let me know I had opened the flood gates. Camilla retreated to her desk and gathered her legal pad, glasses and a recorder of some sort. She walked around and sat in an upholstered chair next to the couch, before she started her session.
“Now I’m going to record this session so you can listen to exactly what you experience. Maybe listening to it will bring out more hidden truths. Listen to the sound of your breathing, in through the nose and out through the mouth, breathe deeply and slowly.”
I followed her instructions and focused on the sound of air escaping my lungs. As my muscles began to relax, she quietly interrupted.
“Akemi, listen to my voice, let my pace calm and soothe you…feel the vibration of my tone and the relaxed nature of my speech. I’m going to count backward from 10, and with every number I say, you will get calmer and calmer and your muscles will become more and more relaxed. 10, 9,8,7, you feel peaceful and serene, 6,5,4 you are in a place of observation and understanding, 3,2,1, you are now fully calm. When I call your name you will be back at the party after your birthday, you will remember the sights and the faces, the smells and the conversations. When I say the words ‘wake up,’ you will be back here, safe and sound in my office on Venice Beach on my couch. Nod slowly if you understand me.”
I could barely make out her voice, and it felt as though I was under water. My body was gliding and floating at the same time. As her voice reached my ears, I nodded and then she said my name with firmness: “Akemi!”
Chapter 3
The room was white. The walls were illuminated by brilliant chandeliers and decorative scented candles burned low. The smell of cinnamon permeated the air and I felt safe. The woman looking after me was a familiar face, Ms. Jay. She looked like someone who should be my mother. She was pulling at my dress and making sure I was perfect.
The dress was iridescent and in the light it shimmered like the tail of a beautiful mermaid. It was floor length and the bodice was held in place by thin straps. My breasts were larger than most 16 year olds and filled out the top nicely. Though I was still a girl, I had the feeling that I was going to be introduced to the adult world very quickly.
The woman stepped back to admire her work and smiled, but I on the other hand was cold. I never liked these clothes that exposed so much of my skin. The woman was talking now and I tried to listen to what she was saying while resisting the temptation to shiver.
“Now Akemi, this is your first night as a top ranked girl. You must remember all that I taught you these past few weeks. The people you are going to meet are very rich, mostly men. You have to obey their instructions and make sure you fulfill their every wish. Your English is perfect, so you can speak if you are invited to, but please wait until you are addressed. Do you understand?”
I was nodding and agreeing with her; I didn’t have much say in the matter anyway.
“I’m going to lead you out, and you will be chauffeured to the hotel for the event. The gentleman you will be escorting is Mr. Chanter, he’s one of the policemen in this fine country who have ‘diversified’ their portfolio and are into other things.”
As she walked me out, I went over the directions in my head and hoped I would remember all of them.
The hotel was grand, and the sight of the men and women dressed in fancy attire made me feel a little more secure as I believed I would blend right in. The doorman was courteous, and held the door open as I passed through. The security for the gentleman I was escorting took me to a small ballroom and opened a large, grand door.
The party inside was smaller than I expected. There were more girls there who looked like me; my ethnicity and my age. Mr. Chanter appeared, grinning like a Cheshire cat, and extended his hand to me. We walked to a table at the back of the room and sat.
“Your name is Akemi am I right?”
“Yes sir, that’s my name.”
“And what are you going to do for me tonight, Akemi?”
“Whatever you need me to Mr. Chanter.”
“Call me Bill, please. We are going to go up to the room soon, and we will see what exactly is ‘whatever.’ ”
He smiled, I smiled back and he stroked my arm. I was getting more and more worried that I wouldn’t be able to live up to my promise. The room was not brightly lit like the lobby, rather, it was dark and shady with only tall, ornate lamps shedding dim light. We were not alone in the room. Another young woman and an older man were on the bed while we sat on the couch. Bill sipped hi
s drink and offered me one. I graciously declined. The performance before me was shocking my senses, and I feared what was happening to the girl on the bed, would soon be my fate too.
The man had a big gut, protruding like a beach ball, and I wondered if he could see his penis unless he looked in the mirror. The girl was on her stomach and her ass was in the air. The man, wearing boxers, had a surprisingly large penis that stuck out through the hole at the front. He was reaching under her, fondling her breasts and rubbing her ass at the same time. Bill was drawing closer to me, and my personal space was being invaded. As the scene before us unfolded, Bill started to massage his hardening dick and I tried to ignore him.
The girl on the bed was making noises, but I couldn’t tell if it was from pleasure or pain. She was saying his name repeatedly and moving her ass back and forth as though imagining him inside her. Standing behind her, he spread her ass cheeks and her pussy was exposed. He placed two fingers inside her, and her moans increased.
Was he hurting her? I was still a virgin and this was the first time I understood what intercourse entailed. He moved his fingers in and out of her and her nipples stiffened. With an oily finger, he entered her ass and she made a different noise, while clutching frantically at the bed sheets. A slap reverberated the room as his palm connected with her ass cheek, and I could see the imprint of his fingers. He was telling her to, “ shut up and take it.”
It didn’t seem that she was understanding his instructions because she moaned louder and louder. He climbed on the bed, and aligned his rock solid cock with her mouth. He never gave her a chance to open it, and surged forward with aggression and force. As she gagged on his shaft, she reached down and fingered her still wet slit.
I could see it dripping and she seemed to be enjoying herself. Bill was speaking to me and I glanced around to see him reclining, stroking his recently revealed cock.
“Akemi, it’s time to do what you promised. I want you to do exactly what she’s doing. Are you ready?”
