THE RAPIST IS RAPED
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written by - F.Martin

category: Fiction
(C) 2019
All right reserved
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It was a cold and cloudy Friday night. I and my friends as usual, attended a wake-keep in a neighbouring village.

Rather than a sympathetic event, as typical Mbagaja youths, wake-keep and burials to us were like weekend parties.

At times, we would not even know neither the deceased nor the bereaved, but would attend the wake-keep just to hunt for hussies, dance 'baka', eat and get drunk as much as our pockets could afford.

After exploring the wake-keep, if we were fortunate to get a lady, we would return home early and conduct a two-man closed-door wake-keep.

The next day would be for testimonies of wake-keep attendants. Funny enough, we even formed an acronym TOW for 'testimonies of wake-keep attendants.'
we use to gather at our local market square, preferably a drinking joint to dish out our reports.
Each of us would narrate his performance from the closed-door wake-keep.

Following

Sometimes, after we had buy the ladies 'ifian', 'icheer' and many other things, they would not want to 'behave' when we take them home.

Some of them would even make silly excuses that they were on monthly vacation, they are not feeling fine and so on.

As one of the though guys in the hamlet, i always get you do what i wanted either through force or willingly.

It was already midnight, and the wake-keep was becoming less interesting. I was lucky, i got a lady who was going to grant me access to her island by any means, since she contributed in shrinking the financial value of my pocket.

Mabe, was her name. She was well designed by nature, and physically, she was presentable.
Her skimpy black skirt and her proud looking set of mounds that were partially covered by her cleavage revealing top, led me into a state of joie de vivre.


I placed my palm on Mabe's back side and gently walked her down the road to my house.

Mabe agreed to go home with me on the grounds that i would not engage her in any nookie act.

Well, that was not my problem, i agreed and promised her, knowing within me that, as long as she was going to step into my room, the deal will re-shape.


We hit the road, walking gently to my house.
Mabe and i were walking in silence since we barely knew each other.

The environment was cold and serene. The empty road was lit by moonlight.

At some spots, trees blocked the moon and the stars, casting their long shadows across the narrow foot path.

Grasses and leaves danced as cold light breeze blew randomly.

The hooting sounds of owls echoed into the air. This made me recalled a story of a wizard who once lived in a village called Jande.

The wizard had a house that stood opposite a forest with a road separating them.

Agber; the wizard, was widely known for his witchcraft activities in the village. At night, he use to torment people plying the road which also lead to the village market.

He does that by transforming into an owl. The funny part was, whenever the wizard transformed into an owl, his scrotum would remain untransform.

This lead the villagers to name the strange bird, 'the scrotum owl'.
When in owl form, Agber would perch on the carriers of his victim's motorcycles to make it uncomfortable to ride.

The motorcycle would dangle and if one was not fortunate, they would eventually crash.

It was always fun to Agber until one day when nemesis met him.

On a hot night, the wizard was having his field day as usual when he perched on the wrong motorcycle.

Interesting
Well done OP

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This time unknown to Agber, his victim was also a wizard in his own clan. Agber was outsmart by his victim who catapauted him to the ground.

The scrotum owl died by the road side. Jande villagers mocked and marvelled at the strange owl.

Agber's demise became a tittle-tattle among Jande and other neighbouring villagers.

I heaved a sigh after the short thought.

Shortly, Mabe and I arrived my compound. I was staying alone in the small compound.

I lead Mabe into the room and locked the door.

I didn't delay much, i had retract my promise to Mabe.

I pulled off my clothes and asked Mabe to to do same.
She was still chewing her gum and looking at me as if she was not the one i talked to.

'pull off those clothes now, if you like them.' i warned.

Mabe was less concerned about my threats.

'after depleting the figures of my hard earned money you think i will let you untouched just like that?' i questioned Mabe furiously.

'no one will hear your shouts even if you try to' i told her.

I had done this to a number of ladies successful. My expertise in this act was un-rivaled in Mbagaja hamlet.

This made my peers to accord me the title, 'the lion of mbagaja'.

Hmmmm

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What happens next?

I pounced on Mabe and forcefully removed her 'spaghetti' top and her raunchy skirt.

She begged me not to do it, but i was covered with my prurient attitude.

I pinned her to the bed aggressively putting into use my skills as the lion of Mbagaja.

'Amar please don't do it, I'm begging you' Mabe begged, calling my name in an entreating voice.

' shut up bitch! Why did you follow me home? You think my room is a free lodge for strangers?
I yelled at her.

' how can you get down with a lady on her first visit to your house, moreover, we barely knew each other. Please i beg you' Mabe continued to beg.

' keep quiet and feel the wrath of my shaft, my condition now don't need too much grammar. In jiffy, you will be moaning in ecstasy, so , just cooperate.' I said, as i finally demolished the last check point.

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I flinged the red G-string at the door and returned to the warzone.

Mabe yielded to my forceful advance prowess with a sigh that seem to carry the words, 'do your worse'.

My heart was thumping strong against my thoracic cavity as I dipped my index finger 'in' and cares it on my already nodding shaft.

I chuckled and widened Mabe's thighs like a pregnant woman who was going to push out.

What happened na?

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Carefully and gently like a seamstress who suffers astigmatism trying to fix thread through the eye of the niddle, i plugged in my drilling machine.

At a slow pace of thrust, i tested the depth and width of Mabe's 'well' to ascertain the amount of kinetic energy i needed per thrust.

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I started thrusting with great intensity so that Mabe could feel the full wrath and anger of the shaft.

After an hour of vigorous spanking, i heaved a sigh of relief after scoring. 'ah! I exclaimed and pulled out, panting like a dog. I lay on my back to gather potential energy after scoring thrice.
Mabe was still sobbing when i got up to wear my 'boxers'.

As i was convinced i had dealt with her, then she said, 'don't wear the stinking 'boxer' yet, now that you have done yours, let me do mine also.''

'you are not serious' i said while chuckling.

I thought it was a joke until when i began to see Mabe transformed into a grotesque beast with a giant 'digger', thrice the size of mine.

It dawn on me, i had brought a marine spirit home.

I let out a loud scream, but the beast reminded me that no one could hear me like i earlier told her.

Mabe, now the beast, grabbed my waist, pressed on the bed and mounted me from behind.

'the lion of Mbagaja you have meet your doom today' i muttered in pain.

I started crying and begging Mabe remorsefuly.
'Keep quiet and feel how it, feels to be raped' Mabe shouted at me.

I felt serious pain as Mabe's banging became fast and furious. I groaned and cried, feeling like my rectum is tearing. Blood started oozing from my behind.

Mabe mounted me with intensity till dawn when i became feeble and fatigued. She disappeared and left me half dead in pool of blood.

I felt sorry for all the hymens i had destroyed forcefully after testing what they had passed through.


In the early hours of the day, one of my friends came to findout why i had not reported at the TOW joint. He was surprised when he met me in pool of blood and pain.

I struggled and explained to him all that had happened.

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BREAKING NEWS
A young man popularly known as the Lion of Mbagaja, died this morning in his room in Mbagaja village. City news gathered that, his death came a result of counter rape by a strange lady he brought home from a wake keep.

Nice story with loaded lesson. Good job

Interesting

Well done OP

Ann2012:
Interesting
Well done OP

thanks for your audience