“You idiot! I chose to be fucked in your bunk but you wouldn’t listen,” sammy nagged, almost in tears now as her jaw waggled in fury. “Just pray she doesn’t do that.”Oliver was still having his palms on his cheeks and without further ado, sammy squeezed into her dress and stamped away.“Am I expecting you tonight? Come along with another pussy as wet as yours,” he groaned to sammy while she made away, her countenance aflame.***At the bust stop sammy struggled to earn a room in the same schoolbus as Ciara. Once their eyes locked together, Ciara threw away her gaze from her and later bowed her head to view at the video of Oliver banging sammy. She knew sammy would drift to sit by her, and once she did, she would tell her she was a CUNT. She never knew she meant it when she told her Oliver was good in bed and she was left to wonder if the one in the toilet was their first encounter.“I am sorry. I am a mess,” sammy tendered her apology once she sat down by CiaraCiara raised her resti
Ciara had a broken jaw, bruised knees, face and scalp. Her parents admitted her at the emergency ward, even when they were yet to believe the magic wand she waved that delivered her from that gutted bus.Onlookers were yet to believe a single soul survived that auto-crash. It was bizarre.The media propagated the face of Ciara on all the channels, just to inform the populace that a soul narrowly escaped the auto-crash.But how she did it was yet to be known.“I did,” Oliver intoned within himself while he watched the news on the TV.Having lost interest in the news, he turned off the TV, squeezed a cigar between his lips and lit.“Get well soon, slave, and give me that body,” he spoke yet further while he lust after the naked pale ass of Ciara on his phone.At the hospital Ciara was hushed and responding to treatment quickly.The hospital management had restricted the influx of media staff and well wishers from paying her condolence.When she opened her eyes from slumber, she was caug
“What the hell are you doing?” asked Brian as he squatted to Ciara, swirled to Oliver and sent him a dazing punch on the face that left him staggering.Quickly like a bat from hell, Oliver picked up his clothes and ran away.“Oh laughing doll” he exclaimed as he put his ears to her chest, only to perceive the exudate of wine in her breath. Oliver had gotten her drunk or what; he thought.He hastened into the bathroom, turned on the shower and returned to lift her. She had no pounds until now he tried lifting her into the bath. She had difficulty breathing, with a running temperature. “What did he do to you?” he asked her, tapping her on the chin. She coughed furiously upon being showered and repeatedly sneezed.“Ciara, Ciara,” Brian called, scared about the shower putting life into her or exacerbating the whole thing. A slight tap on the cheeks, her eyes rolled with the interest of closing back soon. “I am the one, Brian, wakeup,” he assured her and tried focusing her face in the
Brian visited the golf and met Ciara there. Before walking up to her, he made sure Oliver and his Chevrolet weren’t anywhere around. He took from the popcorn she was eating and she gave a deep smile, picked some pop and fed him; Brian made heaven. “I am not happy with you,” she quarreled and dragged a frown. “You didn’t honor my party and I sent you a message to buzz me when you come around, and you never did.” “You sent me a message?” asked Brian, amazed. “Yes I did or didn’t your dad tell you?” “Trust me he didn’t,” said Brian and he saw his father at once, alighting from his car. Ciara caught sight of him too, “Oh talk of the devil. You can go right away and ask him.” Brian breathed hard, coughed, and sniffed. He didn’t want his father to see him with Ciara or any girl or know of his feelings for her even he didn’t want anyone to know “Em can we tuck away, I mean out of prying eyes?” She added, “You
“I don’t know why you chose to be washed by a naked boy,” queried Mrs. Fanny, dragging Ciara by the arm into the sitting room to see the CCTV footage.She stared with fire in her eyes as Brian washed her in the shower. Furiously her arms came on her eyes as she broke down in tears, her face between her knees. But Mrs. Fanny bestowed pity upon her and nursed her with a resounding remark. “You got to be careful with that kid-ass. He played a smart one on you. Can’t you see?” she stole a glance at Ciara and removed her arms from her eyes, “Come on look at the way he washed you in your drunken state like a car wash. I believe he abused you sexually in the other footage in your room which I can’t find. He’s a smart ass. I don't think he noticed this camera else he would have made away with it.” She winced and walked out on her, crying into her closet. “Hey haven’s baby,” called Mrs. Fanny, “We better fathom what we’ll do with this because your father will rebuil
The Mexican blonde lit up his cigar and started smoking effortlessly; stealing a glance at Oliver each time the smoke that bellowed across his face disappeared. “How much is my money?” he asked vividly. Oliver wanted to speak but felt an urge to hold back. He owed the Mexican for the drugs he sold two nights ago. He knew the penalty for defaulting a drug deal was death and nothing short of that, and with a nagging Mexican as this he could be on his way to the grave if he failed to pay up this time. Suddenly he started fidgeting - the Mexican had pulled a gun at him. “You don’t take what belongs to babes and give to bitches,’ he said in Mexican, walking closer and pointing the gun on Oliver’s brow now. “I will kill you here and your family won’t smell your corpse anywhere around the world because your corpse will remain with me. Oliver tried to be firm as he found his hand into his bag. “What are you doing, pussy? Do you want to pull a
“When your momma had you I told her to bring you to me often but she wouldn’t listen. Now you’re grown and traced your way like a vampire,” grandma said and heaved a bowl. “Look what we got here Brian.” She smiled chic to chic, showing him the fresh spinach she was plucking in her garden before he arrived.He had not seen his grandma until now. She was purposeful and stronger than her age. His mother had narrated her business proficiency and how she became one of the richest farmers in her time. Her husband had died in her prime and nothing more was he told about her. Brian smiled back at her and from his sitting point he could see the massive canopy of vegetation in her farm, and obsessed laborers in blue overall that spelt Century Farm at the back“I am gonna prepare you spinach rice. You kids need spinach for your dicks to become penis.” She laughed alone and stole a glance at Brian who was lost in thought.Ciara; her dashing looks were haunting him but he refocused his mind when g
Oliver dragged Ciara by the dog’s chain he put on her neck and whipped her pale buttocks till it reddened. As she crawled on her fours ebulliently, she came to a pause when Oliver commanded, “Stop, slave.” Next he clenched two elastic belts around her ankles which linked to a lever. Each time he pulled the lever her legs parted, and her hairless vagina opened and closed like an automatic zipper. He stroked her firm breasts and with his other hand pinned her on the throat.“Will you ever leave me for anyone?” queried Oliver.“No master,” she answered uneasily, breathing hard each time. Her lustful gaze shot at her oppressor.“Will you ever submit to other authority?” he queried further but this time rubbed her clitoris with the rim of his penis.She trumpeted a lengthy moan and trembled under the belt which divided her legs like a chicken over a burning emberOliver kissed her ruggedly and spanked her buttocks, “Bitch you want to leave me for some other master. He pushed out his fore f