I tried all the tricks, techniques and lines I’d read anywhere without no avail. Then I decided to change it for her at once, as I beckoned on Bali to come in for the execution of our plan B.
We struggled and roughed handled her, everyone abandoning whatever affiliations and loyalty we had with and to her and eventually succeeded in stripping her off her blouse first, then her bra, school skirt and an under skirt. We were now left with struggling to remove the sport’s knicker she had underneath her school’s skirt in readiness for the female hand ball team’s training which was to hold that evening for a match that was to come up in the coming week against Bama Girls secondary school, which she was a member of the team. We’d had our plans all figured out, and the plan was to rape her, an act we weren’t even conversant with its consented act, talk less raping a woman by force against her will.
She fought and resisted us from removing her under pant after we’d succeeded in removing the short she had under her uniform. Now left almost naked with her beautiful, spotless and sensuous young breast dangling as we struggled to no avail to remove her pant, we resorted to violently pummelling every muscles, with the intention of weakening her as we applied the combined strength of two juveniles on heat, who couldn’t be stopped by even the strongest willed and experience adult woman, talk less a young teenage girl, as she pleaded with us not to defiled and abused her so shamefully, considering our friendships and other relationships.
She kicked and resisted, pleading undertone but yet didn’t rendered a single shout because we’d made it plain to her that the shame would be hers’ to carry all through her life for coming into the room in the first place. She was also familiar with Muganmbo’s standing law that no female student should be seen in their males counterparts’ homes during school hours with or without uniforms on, these and many more facts had hindered her from calling for any kind of help she could be needing at that time, as she kept screaming in between clinched teeth, as perspirations enveloped us all.
After a long battle of intensive struggling with two juvenile novies, neck bend on accomplishing their goal by all means, she eventually got weakened as we’d anticipated, and we succeeded in removing the knicker and then the under pant. And after passing through all that trouble, like one seeing his efforts of many years going up in a flame, we saw what we never knew what it was for the first time, as we all at once came to a halt, our desires and longings completely diminishing into our bodies, as we looked with nostalgia to what we thought was a sexually transmitted disease, which the school and other bodies were beginning to raise awareness among young people and every sexually active people at that time. It was later in our continous growing up that we found out that it was the normal women monthly menstruation that she was going through, as she had sanitary pads and blood everywhere underneath that scared the living day light out of us, scaring us off and preserving her chastity integrity. FOR COMPLETE READING, CLICK.. https://www.amazon.com/Haram-Boko-Story-Terror-Nigerian-ebook/dp/B019H2L780