Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction. Any semblance to a real person or people is sheer coincidence. It contains incidences of same-sex relations. If you are prejudiced against this, please move on.




“No… it’s the other thing.”

Grasping what he was saying was like trying to fetch water with a basket; Sleep befogged her senses. What’s he saying? Inch by inch, the palm caressing her leg seemed to move upward. This time, the sleepy haze abruptly cleared. She knew she didn’t make any other plan with her cousin. She sat straight in the bed and told him, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

That was when she felt his palm grope to her inner thighs. She slapped it hard. He suppressed a scream. She felt his breath on her face. He asked her hotly, “Why are you behaving as if you don’t know what I am talking about?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, joor.” She hissed. She sat straight in the bed.
She felt his weight on the space close to her. His hand had moved away from her inner thighs and it had moved to her breasts. He grabbed it with a vengeance. She had taken off her bra. Her mother had told her that it wasn’t advisable to wear her bra while she was in bed. She’d said it caused cancer.

She felt a sharp pain. She bit back a scream. He squeezed her breasts tighter. She gasped from the pain it caused her. He chuckled softly, “And you say you dint want it? When I was romancing your leg you were enjoying it o. It’s now you now want to do as if you don’t want to do?”

Earlier in the day, she’d managed his poor command of English Language. It had made sense to her why he still hadn’t gotten admitted into the university. Right now, hearing him talk into her face was disgusting. His hands were still squeezing her breasts and she was fighting him off. She tried to shove him away to the floor but he didn't move. He was like a rock. If she’d known she’d have a rock-like invasion in the nearest future, she’d have done something homicidal. Alas! She didn't. How would she have known that reasoning with a man on fire was like pouring puny jars of water into a volcano?

A fierce struggle ensued and she threatened to scream. He in turn told her that if she made that mistake, he would tell his parents that she lured him. After all, this was his home: His parents would take his word over hers’. His mother would conclude she’s the agent that the devil planted to destroy her righteous son’s God-ordained destiny.

She felt trapped.

She knew she had to struggle. For some reason, she didn't want to hurt him. She was far too kind for her own good. She could have smashed the rechargeable lantern on his head. That thought had gone through her mind but she couldn't bring herself to do it. What if he died after she hit him in the head? She had read of stories like this in those cheap contraband magazines in her school. Was this how she was going to be a rape victim? She struggled to get out of his grasp. If only she could break free from his grasp, she would run to the door. She had heard that if a man were kicked at the lower part of his anatomy, he would be weak. She aimed for it. She couldn’t see the spot in the darkness. Her cousin had already straddled her. In what felt like a nanosecond, he ripped her panties.

Before she could form the next coherent thought, she felt the weight of his 20-year-old body pin her down to the bed. Lord, he reeked of the stench of dried sweat and post-pubescence. Revulsion made her cringe. His hand pinned both her hands to the bed above her head. She felt his mouth seek hers in the dark. She whimpered. She couldn’t help it when the tears streamed down her face. She pleaded with him. As she did, his mouth captured hers in a sloppy, dog-like slather-fest that was supposed to be a kiss. She was on the brink of barfing into his mouth.

With his right hand pinning her to the bed, his left hand deftly brought out his manhood. He roughly rubbed it against her. She felt it pulsate against her. She didn’t know how he was able to manoeuvre her to get the pillow from under her head. He covered her face until she thought she was going to be asphyxiated.

All at once, he impaled her in one thrust...

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