Perfume Ch. 05

Octavia had even gotten a job working with kids at the local YMCA.

Not only would that look good on her college application, but she could also now afford to buy clothes and make-up for herself.

She was becoming a young lady...unfortunately for her, John noticed.

One particular evening when she'd gotten home, Octavia noticed her uncle's car was in the yard.

Fuck!

She hoped he had gone to bed or something so she could make a beeline to her bedroom. She silently prayed that he was anywhere but in that living room.

Octavia pushed the door open and was greeted with darkness. No one was there! She walked quickly to the back of the house and sighed with relief as she closed her bedroom door.

She turned toward her bed and almost screamed when she realized someone was sitting there.

Clumsily, she flipped on the light switch to find that it was Malcolm...the janitor at the YMCA. He also sometimes hung out with John.

Octavia immediately panicked.

Malcolm always made her feel uncomfortable whenever he was around. He would openly stare at her, his lust-filled gaze letting her know exactly what he was thinking.

And he was huge. He probably was the biggest man Octavia had ever seen. At 30-years-old, he was a staggering 6'7" and was heavily muscled.

Malcolm wasn't unattractive, but he had a menacing countenance about him.

Octavia had heard stories around the neighborhood that Malcolm didn't have a conscience and had even killed before.

And now he was sitting on her bed, his big, muscular physique in direct contrast with her pretty white and pink comforter.

"Wha-what are you doing here, Malcolm?" she asked shakily.

He chuckled, his eyes igniting with desire. "I guess John didn't talk to you. Shoulda known that son-of-a-bitch was lying. Doesn't matter though. I still plan to get my money's worth."

Octavia's eyes widened and she began to feel sick.

Her 18-year-old mind wasn't that worldly yet, but it didn't take a genius to figure out what this man was doing in her room.

She thought quickly.

"Uh, this must be some sort of mistake. I'll just go and get my uncle for you..."

She never finished.

Before Octavia's hand even touched the doorknob, Malcolm had grabbed her backpack and yanked her to him, pressing her against his groin.

She blindly began to struggle, but was no match for the massive man.

"Please!!!" She begged.

Malcolm covered Octavia's mouth with his big hand while the other slowly crept up her body and massaged her erect nipple.

He shuddered.

Pressing his lips against Octavia's ear, he spoke quietly. "Look, little girl. I paid your uncle a lot of money for you. I suggest you play along so I don't have to hurt you. I don't wanna have to hurt your auntie, either...if you get my drift," he said menacingly.

"Do you understand me?" he asked.

Octavia closed her eyes and nodded her head.

"Good girl. Word is you're no virgin anyway.So why don't you just relax and take what I'm about to give you? It'll feel good, okay? Now I'm gonna take my hand from your mouth. I don't want any funny business," he warned.

Again, she nodded.

Malcolm slowly removed his hand from her mouth only to slide it down her body. He groaned as his large hands squeezed her breasts.

Octavia choked back a sob and prayed that her aunt would come in and find her. She prayed that the ground would open up and swallow her...anything for this to not be happening.

As Malcolm slowly turned her around, removing her backpack, Octavia wanted to scream at the world how unfair and wrong this was.

But once again in her miserable life, nobody was there to save her.

She closed her eyes and resigned herself to what was happening. Malcolm had removed her shirt and was now licking her nipples.

She felt her pussy clench. The more he licked, the more her body reacted.

"Take off the rest of your clothes," he said, thickly.

Octavia hesitated. She had only been naked with one boy in her entire life and was embarrassed to let this stranger look upon her bare form.

She moved too slowly for Malcolm.

"Do I need to find your aunt, 'Tavia?" he threatened, using her nickname. The intimate use of her moniker sickened her. He had no right.

In a rush, she removed her clothing and stood before him nude.

Malcolm stared at her young, nubile form and slowly exhaled. "I'm gonna work that ass."

When he removed his clothes, Octavia gasped at the size of his dick as it bobbed and swayed with his movement. It was a monster!

There was no way she could take all that! The boy she had fucked a month ago was a baby compared to this man.

Malcolm commanded her to get on the bed. She slowly obeyed.

As she lay on her back, Octavia stared at the chipped paint on the ceiling. She still couldn't believe this was happening.

Her thoughts were interrupted when he began to assault her nipples again. This time, he slid a large finger into her pussy.

When he took her entire breast into his mouth, to Octavia's amazement--and chagrin--she became wet.

Looking down at Malcolm, her hands balled into fists at her sides. He was looking up at her smugly, knowing he had aroused her.

She was even more shocked when she felt Malcolm move away from her breasts and began to kiss a path down her body to her nether lips.

Then he did the most unbelievable thing...he pushed his tongue deep inside her.

Octavia moaned.

Malcolm chuckled at her obvious pleasure and began to work his tongue deep within her folds.

He didn't know how much more he could take.

He wanted to push his dick inside her and fuck her for all he was worth. But at the same time, he wanted to savor every moment.

As Malcolm licked her, Octavia was now writhing and moaning loudly. He tried his hardest not to come on her bed.

When he felt her begin to shudder wildly, he was satisfied. She had come.

Octavia covered her face with her hands, tears glistening in her eyes...she was so ashamed of herself.

She had let some old man eat her out, and she had enjoyed it...so much so that she had come on his face!

But that was the least of her problems. She felt the bed shift under Malcolm's weight. He was moving up her body on the bed, his dick resting at her entrance.

Once again he flicked his tongue over her nipples and rubbed his cock over her clit. Octavia stopped resisting and began to circle her hips slowly.

"Good girl," Malcolm said again.

As he slowly pushed his dick into her, Octavia placed her hands on his forearms, bracing for his entry. To her amazement, there was no pain; just a pleasurable fullness.

She looked up at Malcolm only to find that he was watching her. The two stared at each other for a moment before he dipped his head and kissed her.

After he broke the kiss, Octavia looked up at him, confused.

Before she could ponder the kiss anymore, Malcolm slowly began to ride her. When she squeezed his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist, Malcolm knew that he now had her.

Contracting the muscles in his hips, he pulled his cock out of her opening to the tip, and pushed himself into her deeper and deeper with each stroke.

Malcolm couldn't believe how tightly her pussy squeezed him; and this young girl was enjoying everything he was doing to her.

He even loved the way she was squeezing his arms...it made him feel like a man.

He needed to get deeper inside her.

He sat up and grabbed her thighs, placing her legs on his shoulders. When he began hammering into her pussy, Octavia's moans of pleasure turned into cries of pain.

"Not so hard!" she gasped.

She placed one small hand on his abdomen in an effort to push him away.

That wasn't happening.

When that didn't work, Octavia tried to get her legs off Malcolm's shoulders, but to no avail.

"Don't be that way, baby," he moaned. "Your pussy is too good for me to stop. Just relax and take all of it."

"Please! It hurts!" Octavia begged. But her cries fell on deaf ears.

A million thoughts went through Octavia's brain.

Gone were the feelings of pleasure; her insides were now aching.

This new position put her knees too far back, giving Malcolm's huge cock way too much access to her small opening.

Octavia was once again embarrassed.

For a brief moment, she had thought he'd cared. It was now obvious that she was just a piece of ass to him. She closed her eyes and whimpered, hoping this would be over soon.

To her misery, Malcolm began to beat into her even more relentlessly. She was sure she would bleed from this...that is, if she didn't die first.

Finally, when she thought she couldn't take anymore, Malcolm stopped moving and within seconds, Octavia felt his hot, liquid eruption.

It was over.

After a few moments of quivering, Malcolm finally pulled out of Octavia and rolled off of her onto the bed.

She couldn't hold back any longer. Octavia rolled onto her side, her back to him. Her shoulders shook as she cried.

Malcolm had tried to talk to her, saying that she should lighten up...it was just fun. She had remained curled tightly in a ball, stoically staring at nothing.

When it was obvious she wasn't going to say anything to him, Malcolm had finally gotten dressed and left.

Afterward, Octavia ran to the door and locked it.

Tearing through her room, she tossed as many things into an overnight bag as she could.

She reached for her jar, hidden deep inside her closet and pulled out the wad of money. She had exactly $1,000.

She was to get paid the next day, so she would stick around long enough to collect her paycheck and then she would leave Fulton County, Georgia forever.

Octavia was supposed to graduate in two days, as well. But she couldn't afford to become sentimental. She had to be a woman now, because she was about to be on her own.

She caught sight of herself in her bedroom mirror.

Octavia peered at herself...she didn't look like she had just been raped.

But she had.

That day, another part of her died; and as she opened the door and cautiously stepped into the hallway, Octavia vowed that she would never give another person the chance to hurt her.

***

A dog and its owner passed by bringing Octavia out of the dark tangle that was her past.

She wiped the tears from her face and thought about what she should do. There was no way she could stay with Rob any longer.

She smiled mirthlessly, recognizing the similarities between herself now and herself at 18-years-old.

She was still running.

As she made plans to leave as soon as possible, she caught sight of someone walking toward her.

There was something vaguely familiar about the gait; but she couldn't quite put her finger on what.

She put the thought out of her mind and mulled over whether or not Rob would just let her walk away.

Octavia had been privy to a lot of information.

What if Rob decided one day that he wanted to off her the way he had done Greer?

At that moment, Octavia's head jerked up and she stared as the person continued to walk toward her.

She had figured out what seemed so familiar.

Her heart pounded erratically, as she watched the form draw closer. She didn't dare hope.

Please God, she thought. Don't let this be a joke...just this once, let me have a miracle.

It seemed as if the heavens heard her. As the man stopped in front of her, Octavia dropped to her knees, sobbing with joy.

Greer knelt beside her and tenderly pulled her into his arms.