*STORY* =Dangerous Addiction [Episode 1]


Ifechi and Ifueko are friends who enjoy each other’s company. It’s been a while Ifueko has touched Ifueko because of her boyfriend but today is looking good.
I crawled back into bed and knelt between her legs as she lay on her stomach.
I heard the change in her breathing that indicated that she was waking, I bent and laid a kiss in the base of her spine, then one in every vertebrae all the way up her back to her neck. I kissed the birthmark on her neck and flicked my tongue over it then waited to watch her mouth lift with a smile lighting up her cat-like eyes and beautiful face.
“I’ve missed you Ifechi” Ifueko whispered seductively
“Stanley doesn’t let any of us see you anymore”
“Is that so?” I purred as I nibbled on her earlobe, I returned to her back, blanketing her with kisses as my hand slid between her legs rubbing gently all over her soft lips till she grew wet enough that they separated for my fingers of their own accord.
I slipped two fingers into her applying pressure to that spot on the back wall which built a deeper, heavier orgasm with the pad of my middle finger, while the knuckle of my index finger applied pressure to her g-spots. I started a slow massage while I continued kissing her back.
I felt her muscles tighten over my fingers and I placed my ring finger on her pearl so I could massage her in all three places at once.
“Ohhh Ifechi, you truly know how to wake me up with a smile” Ifueko moaned louder and buried her face into the pillow. I bit at her shoulder blade just below the two butterflies she had tattooed there in memory of her parents, and she bit into the pillow as she came.
When she relaxed again, I withdrew my hand and rolled her onto her back, kissing up her body all the way to her mouth, where we kissed very slowly and deeply, my long hair hanging loosely around us like a curtain.
When my throat began burning for oxygen, I pulled away making my way back down her body, her ample bosom pushed against mine, while I kissed and bit at her neck, our thighs rubbing against each other.
“Oh gosh Ifechi that feels so good!!!” she gasped as I took her nipple in my mouth, my hands began to wander her body, caressing every inch of her I could reach, teasing her, enjoying the shivers and shudders. I ran my hand ever so softly up the inside of her thigh without letting it pass the crease where her leg joined her torso.
My mouth and hands explored her body entirely but avoided the hot wet lips between her legs.
Every time I went near that area, Ifueko would manoeuvre her body so that my mouth or fingers would touch her there and she would groan with frustration at having to wait. Eventually I put her out of her misery, biting her inner thigh made her spread her legs at the sensation.
My tongue tickled her with the slightest touch over her moist lips and then licked through the middle, doing little scribbles with my tongue over her clit.
She moaned and pushed herself against me as I literally drew out the alphabet, ending it with concentric circles receiving a cat-like “purr” for my efforts.
My tongue delved into her, lapping the taste of her climax. Ifueko always smelled like the forest after rain and tasted like wild berries, but when she came it tasted like wild honey, so sweet, so intoxicating. I lapped it up, using my tongue to clean her till she tasted of nothing but berries again.
I sucked each one of her lips into my mouth, first together then separately and then I assaulted her pearl with my tongue and mouth, circling, kissing, sucking till her hands tangled in my hair pushing my head into her as her back arched and she went over the edge with pleasure.
I loved hearing Ifueko moan with want, to hold out on her and make her want more. My fingers found those places in her that drove her to ecstasy, and while my mouth ravaged her breasts another wave of pleasure took over her body.
I nibbled my way to her neck, using my free hand at her throat to turn her head, placing light kisses over her pulse and jugular. I picked up the pace with my hand again and when I felt her tightening, and getting ready to climax, I bit down at her throat, ringing her to the edge again, this time wordlessly, with my hand tight around her jugular so she could barely get oxygen.
I kissed her mouth immediately, our tongues wrestling with each other then she started to climax again, so I bit her lower lip harder than I intended to, drawing blood but that just made it more intense, we continued to devour each other.
Ifueko rolled us so I was on my back then she pinned my wrists while she kissed me hard and fast, dragging her nails down my arms and the side of my body. her mouth followed her hands down till she knelt between my legs, using her mouth to open me up for her. she plunged her tongue into me and fed at my opening, making me grow hotter.
She looked up at me with mad lust and love in her eyes,
“The boss would like to see you Ifechi” she said with a sly grin then she resumed tongue-fucking my clit.
Chief Ogochukwu Muoka wanted to see me? Whatever for – just then a chill settled into my spine.


Run away by Styl plus (lyrics )

Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
If I could run away
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
If I could run away
Verse 1
I could search for a million years
I would still never find the words
And the greatest of all the things I fear
Is that my true feelings will never be heard by you
You’ll never know how much I care
Girl you’ll never know how much your love will mean to me
Your love will mean to me
If I could runaway
I’ll run with you far away
To a place where there’ll be angels
Who’ll describe to you the way I feel
Feel for you, feel about you
My heart and my soul’s desire
Verse 2
I could walk all around the world
I would still never find the words
Cause the feeling I feel inside my heart
Is a feeling that has never been felt
By me I’ve never been so deep in love
Girl it’s never been so hard to say the way I feel
To say the way I feel
If I could runaway
I’ll run with you far away
To a place where there’ll be angels
Who’ll describe to you the way I feel
Feel for you, feel about you
My heart and my soul’s desire
If I could pick a day to run away I’d surely pick a Sunday
Cause the angels would be totally there at the disposal of you and me
The reason I need the angels to talk to you for me is that you’re my angel
So maybe you will understand the angels when they tell you how I feel.
If I could runaway
I’ll run with you far away
To a place where there’ll be angels
Who’ll describe to you the way I feel
Feel for you, feel about you
My heart and my soul’s desire





The trip back to Zambia was a silent one. We hardly spoke to each other but for the essentials. I was struggling amidst mixed feelings of what I had encountered and the tragedy that was befalling the family in my Parents in-laws accident. “Yes, Buggy owns that cabin.” Vincent said long after we had boarded. “Like I told you before, we’re family.” I didn’t say anything. I adjusted my ear plugs but Vincent knew better that I’d surely hear him if he talked and continued. “I know you are bothered by the things you saw, you should have steered clear of all obscurities.” He shook his head. “You should never have entered
that room.” When he realised I was never going to reply him, he gave up and cuddled to sleep.
As soon as we arrived Ndola, we went straight to see them at the hospital. On arrival, my father in-law had passed and my mother in-law was dealing with a High Blood Pressure. Two days later, she joined her husband.
Vincent cried uncontrollably and lost his manly poise. It took another two weeks to get him to feed well and
all that time he was easily irritable. He yelled at me at every little thing and threw tantrums all the time. We buried them and his family didn’t have issues with sharing the properties. Vincent was left with the company he was managing in addition to so many other landed properties littered around Ndola. On this fateful day, I had just left the internet after realising Paul had set up a pharmaceutical
company for Nelly as a welcome for their first child which happened to be a boy also. I didn’t like the sound of that. I had left the internet out of frustration, determined to engage Vincent as soon as he returned. I was tired of staying at home and playing the role of a sex toy. Vincent returned from work and brushed past me into the bedroom. I joined him there and tried to keep low on conversations. I didn’t want to bug him. “How was your day?” I asked him leaning against the
wall as he undressed.
“I’m tired of coming home and hearing recite the
same thing everyday…” He mumbled and stopped
midway through the sentence. “What did you say?” “I’m sure you heard me.” “Well I had thought about it and decided we’d be talking about that over dinner. But since you brought it up…I don’t have a choice but to talk about it now.” “I see. I will as well one day remind you to breathe. You can’t for once be useful to yourself besides flooding the internet with every breath you take as if you can pay for a thing in your life.”
“What’s this all about? If somehow you were
frustrated at the office then be a man and let
whatever happened in Vegas remain in Vegas. Stop bringing your frustration home.” My tone had increased involuntarily. “You’re shouting at me right? Fine, let’s have a chat.” He sat at the edge of the bed. “What can you do?” I cleared my throat and told him I was a graduate and would love to practise. I told him I wanted a pharmaceutical company. After I relayed it all to him, he was smirking with indignation. “You’re such a joke. I was always right that you’re good at nothing.” He stood and started for the bathroom.
I was left fuming at his reaction and pouring it all on the pillows. I kicked and punched but the fury never left one bit. He left the bathroom tying a towel around his waist. I clenched my fist and bit my lower lip to control my
temper. “So what are you saying?” “About what?” He asked expressionless.
“About the proposal I just made?” I patiently answered. “Now get it into your skull.” He said with furrowed brows and a tightened jaw. “You are nothing but a scumbag. You are a no good daughter of a frugal
asslicking gold-digger. Hey, wait before you say
anything… You worth nothing more than mere sex toy, you’re only good for sex and that is why and only why you’re still here.”
“Oh my God!” I exclaimed. “Did you just say that to
me?” “If you want me to write a thesis about it, I’ll write a hundred pages. You are just a bag of I’ll luck. Ever since I met you it’s been one I’ll luck or the other. My business has been dwindling and finally it’s on a steep decline. Then again I lost my parents at the
same time. You’re just an omen.” “Excuse me, are you blaming me for your parents’ demise?”
“Who else Nomsa? Who else if not you?” He yelled into my face. “Do you know what?” I started to say, “I used to think you were just a beast but you’re just a product of
frustration.” I was barely done when stars flew from my eyes and the force of his slamming hand on the side of my head sent me crashing into the bedside cabinet. I struggled to find my footing but he was there already to drag me up. He landed another one that sent me crashing into the mirror and shattering it. He was yelling abusive words and curses as he
battered me. When I stole a glimpse of his face in
the chaos, I could only liken it to a beast, an angry
and hungry beast out for a kill. I was not only the
prey but the threat, the death was glaring that
awaited me. “I’ll show you exactly what you’re good at.” He raged and locked the door before I could get there. I tried to scream but he grabbed me by the throat and choked me, shoving me hard on the bed. With a brisk movement, he used the bedside table as a ladder to the ceiling and pushed it a bit, that part of the ceiling gave way. I never knew there was such in our room. He pulled out a rolled up twine rope and a whip. “I’m going to show you a exactly what you are built for and how.” I knew he was coming to tie me up and tried to
wrestle with him but his punches weakened me. He turned me around and tied my hands to the bed
posts. For the first time, I understand that our
matrimonial bedroom was a cursed apparatus. Every
decor was an instrument for bondage and slavery. I
was married to a sadist.
In a short time, he had expertly tied me up to a
position where my legs were crisscrossed behind my head and my hands wide apart. My crotch was bared in the open space and my breasts in between my thighs. He played deaf to my soft moans from pain and my pleas never permeated him. Still dry in my private part, he began to enter me, thrusting
rapidly. I cried but he never cared to listen. Each time I put up a struggle, he whipped me with whip and
spat on me. He rode me like that, alternating between my two private parts. When he withdrew for the third round, he sat the edge of the bed, looking horrific. He tried to speak but hesitated and left with his phone, he returned with water and some apples. “You know what? Yes you were lucky to miss out at the cabin. It was going to be a party before the news about my parents. But it’s not over yet. All you are good for is to fuck. I met you on this
premise, fuck fuck fuck. The first time we met, fuck. You came again, fuck, we chatted, fuck, I proposed to you while fucking… It’s all fuck fuck fuck. So just get it. You are only for fuck. And in the family, we share.” We had a knock downstairs and he went to get it. When he returned, I noticed he had company. Following him, were footfalls I thought were too many to count.
Buggy and his cohort were all in my matrimonial




Buggy was in company of three other guys. I couldn’t place their faces, if they were present at my post wedding party or not. They each gave me a wry smile. I knew my life would be over very soon. Vincent should have just killed me
and buried me, instead of making me go through the
pain of gang rape. I knew he called them to have a taste of me. Something Vincent told me that after they have all had sex with me in his presence, I would be welcomed
into his family. “What nonsense family is that, Vincent? You all are very sick! Come and untie me from here!” I screamed
with the little strength in me. Vincent didn’t care. “Don’t make things worse.” He said. I started crying. “Vincent please don’t do this to me.” I pleaded.
Vincent turned a deaf ear, took a bite of an apple and
offered some to his friends. “Oh God, I promise, if this cup should pass me by, I will never ever have anything to do with Vincent. Please Lord, save my life.” I said a silent prayer. As I was lost in thought, I never noticed that Buggy had already undressed and began stroking his disfigured penis with cap like crushed snake head. He was uncircumcised. He started approaching me with an apple. He offered
me a bite, of which I shook my head and turned it away but that infuriated him, just like Vincent. He then threw away the Apple in anger and quickly rushed to our wardrobe, brought out a lubricant and poured it all over my body. He leaned over me and started french kissing me. He spread my legs wide open and ate my private part like a wild lion hungry for a prey. Yes I was buggy’s prey. Each lick felt like I was gnawed by a carnivore. Something that would have been a pleasure was a nightmare to me. Of all people, it was the scary Buggy. My vagina was very sore and painful. Buggy continued
to lick my exposed vulva and anus. He even tongue
fucked my anus. He was dirty and horrible and scary like that. With the little strength in me, I begged Vincent to tell
Buggy to let go of me. I begged him with everything he held dear to him. But he came closer to me and whispered, “You just have to grin and bear him fuck you. If only you knew how lovely it is to behold. I cried and reminded Vincent how happy we were the first time I came here. While I cried and begged Vincent, Buggy didn’t even care. He was still busy licking my anus like it was best part of a meal. Then he proceeded to licking my body like the dog he was.
Vincent wasn’t moved one bit, even when suddenly,
Buggy whipped me so hard! I let out a loud cry. He moaned softly as he grabbed my breast like a hungry infant. Buggy sucked my breast so hard, that I screamed in pain.
It seemed he derived joy when I screamed, because
the way he shook when I screamed like a convulsing baby. He was sexually gratified when I screamed. That was his climax, his orgasm, so weird how he did it. I was tired of crying and screaming in pains. I was
already loosing my last strength when one of the guys brought out a drug already in a syringe from a box. With the little strength in me, i pleaded to know what they were about to inject into me. He just whispered that I should Calm down, and the whole process would be painless. I begged for my life like they owned it. Of course they really owned my life. After I was injected with the content in the syringe, I passed out….
Few hours later, I woke up and found out that I had
been untied and wrapped under a blanket. I tried to
get up but I had pains all over my body. I had no
friend to call for help. The sound of music blared
from the speakers in the sitting room. Then I stretched out my hand to unplug my phone from the socket. As I unlocked it, I saw 20 missed calls from my mum and younger sister. Then a message popped up. It was from my younger sister, telling me that she would love to visit before going back to school. I quickly replied her text, not to come as Vincent and I had gone for a business trip. I couldn’t allow my younger sister visit me in my husband’s house. Who knows? Vincent could rape her in my presence or
his cohort could gang rape her and make me watch
my own younger sister suffer like me. I shook my head and immediately my head ached. It felt like I was hit by a train. While I was in the midst of my thoughts, I heard a
raucous laughter coming from the sitting room. I
recognised it to be Vincent and his friends. It was obvious they were still very much around.
I planned on escaping, otherwise, who knew what they would do to me once they realised I was awake? I gathered the little strength in me, picked my purse that had my ATM cards in them and a little money in case of necessity. I tiptoed towards the back door with my slippers held
towards my chest, my phone and my purse held tight under my arms as I made my way towards the back door, praying silently and earnestly not to be caught. I had to help my self even with the soreness of my body and Vagina which had already affected my gate, I didn’t care. All on my mind was to be out of that hell of a house. I looked like a mad woman, my hair was scattered like someone who had just fought. There was no time for makeup as making up never crossed my mind in the first place. How would one
running for safety think of makeup? I thought. I succeeded in my prison and headed straight to a
pharmacy to get some drugs for myself. After getting the medications, I felt dizzy and began staggering out of the pharmacy, mindless of the prying stares from other customers. It was difficult finding my next footing after another. I hadn’t had time to take the drugs I bought when I lost my footing and fell with a
thud just before the glass doors held a jar by the






My post wedding party had been turned into a sex party. Everyone was naked and having sex. While some men had two ladies other had one, which they kept alternating. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Not all
the people were within my view as I searched for my
husband. What sort of sodomy was that? At one spot were two ladies doing themselves, in fact, the whole scene was just the perfect picture of a gang banging or group sex pornography. Scared, I withdrew from the window alarmed. I put my hands over my mouth so not to scream. I darted towards the door to fetch my husband. He’d better not
be riding another lady. We’d hardly talked to each other on our way home.
My tongue was tied and I couldn’t speak as a result
of what had met my eyes downstairs as I went
looking for my man. “I don’t believe I started my marriage on this note.” I
eventually broke the eery silence between us as we
finished unpacking. He didn’t​ say anything, rather he went into the bathroom. I sat on the bed and cried, clutching a
pillow to my chest. What had I not done for Vincent? I had never denied him sex and ensured each time he
had it to his full no matter how sore my private felt. I
had become a sex toy over the past few months of knowing and being with him. “Why are you crying?” I didn’t hear him come out.
I turned around to find him naked. He had just showered. “Isn’t that a dumb question?” “I think you’re just overreacting.”
“Overreacting you say?”
“Yes of course. What’s the big deal?” He asked. His words dealt me a blow and he suddenly became
irritable to me. “That I found my newly wedded
husband frolicking in a pool with five girls is not
reason enough to be mad? Eh Vincent? What sort of
rubbish talk is that? How long have we been married?” “You should have simply joined the other ladies.” He said calmly. “Most of those people you saw there are
couples, but no one gives a hoot. We mingle like that. If we must be spouses, then you need to get used to it. Sex is meant to be enjoyed, and variety is the spice of life. Don’t be so naive and conservative, look at the bright side of everything and you would be thankful.” Oh my God! What nonsense was he talking about? Vincent came and sat beside me, “in that family, we don’t know who is married to who. When you’re horny,
you turn to the nearest person to you.” “You must be sick. So it’s true that you’re a lunatic?” His face tightened in a frown. “What did you just
say?” “I said it’s true you’re a lunatic! I should have
listened.” “Who did you talk to?” He asked with rage writhing his
face. “What does it matter? It’s obvious that you are a lunatic. No normal person thinks the way you do.” I had barely completed my sentence when a deafening slap landed on my face. Few seconds darkness befell me and left me groping for safety. Before I could catch my breath, another one came from the other side of my face and sent me crashing on the floor from the bed. “I can’t see, oh God I can’t see.” I screamed. “Are you going to tell me whom you’ve been talking to?” I heard him cross over the bed to where I was. I struggled to scurry away from him but he caught me with his strong arms. The same arms that were firm
when we made out and contributed to our fun, were the ones that kept me from safety. I was crying but he didn’t care, rather he pinned me
to the floor yelling threats to my face. He threatened
to kill me if I didn’t tell him. “It’s Nelly… It’s Nelly.” I struggled to speak from
choking under his grip on my neck. “So you were discussing me with her and lied when I asked you?” He landed me more slaps, this time accompanied by punches from clenched fists. I
wrestled to defend myself from the punches but it
seemed to do little. He tore my clothes off my body and raped me.




…He tore my clothes off my and raped me. I lied there, motionless and passive, writhing in pain as he had his way until he was done and left me alone on the floor, crying with the little strength left in me. Vincent dressed up and left the house that evening and never returned until the next day.
When I acquired some strength, enough to get me off the floor, I dragged myself to the bed and propped myself against it. My head ached. I didn’t know who to talk to. I was alone and really alone in this. I couldn’t deal with complaining about the marriage I boasted about just a day after it started. Who would even make a sense from what I might have to say? It would just be awkward. How would I explain that my husband was swamped by five ladies and doing orgy sex in my post wedding party while I dozed off in the
bedroom upstairs. I dragged myself further towards the bathroom and
on getting by the mirror I decided to have look. I had become black eyed, with a red patch on my left white eye, the very eye that received a larger number of the punches. I needed a doctor. After cleaning up, I knew I had to do something, call
someone or at least get some medication. I dressed up in something nice and casual. I fluffed my hair so it would fall freely and cover the
landmarks Vincent had planted on my face. I picked a pair of shades from their rack and thought it covered well.
I started leaving only to get to the exit door and
realised it was locked. I had been locked in by
Vincent. What was he wishing me? It was three hours since he left and my head was still pounding from the panel beating I received from him. I slumped into one
of the couches and remained there for a long time before searching the entire house for any medicine I could find. Fortunately, I found some pain relievers and took them. Few minutes later, I slept off. I was still sleeping when I noticed someone’s presence in the room. I was still trying to wake up when Vincent joined me in bed and hugged me tight from behind. He remained that way and didn’t let me
wriggle free from his grip. He kissed my neck and
whispered into my ears.
“I’m sorry baby. It all ended yesterday. It will never
happen again.” I broke down and cried. That morning, he served me breakfast in bed and
pecked me at every chance he got. But my friends on Facebook have always opined that once a man starts to beat his wife, it never ends. I was yet to know how true that could be. At least, I was married now and ready to have a first hand
experience of all that.
I picked up my phone and left the contacts list where
I had been battling the temptation to call Nelly. She was the only person who could at least, understand. After I put the phone aside, Vincent spread before me
two passports and other documents that certified our trip to Dubai where the end began.




…She was the only person who could at least, understand. After I put the phone aside, Vincent spread before me two passports and other documents that certified our trip to Dubai where the end began. Life after the wedding day saga felt so rosy and aroused the concretization of the saying that it’s not about the start but the end. We might not have started well, but I believed we were on course to bliss. Vincent became a darling once again. He treated me like a king would treat his queen, holding and squeezing my hands occasionally and pecking my forehead as a conclusion to every
decision making. He would pat my back with
assurance and cupped my face in his hands when he
wanted to clarify me. Few days after my black eye had disappeared and my red eye also, we set for Dubai. Our trip started on
Facebook before we flew on Snapchat and later
landed on Instagram. All other of my social media
handles had their fair share. This time, my settings were not altered rather I had to tag some people in a bid to ensure the posts never eluded Nelly. She had become a silent preacher of marriage and good homes with some decent pictures of blissful moments with Peter. They were expecting a baby even. A cold wordless war was going on between Nelly and me, a cyber war. If she was aware of this war was something I never gave a hoot about rather I had solace in the fact that my fan base had increased drastically because of my slay pictures and short videos. My several pictures around the fleet of cars that graced Vincent compound, including that of his
neighbours helped me a lot. I simply entered the
Range Rover Sport and took pictures in the driver’s seat, behind the wheel, playing music and turning my head left to right like a standing fan and before a minute, it had hit over a hundred likes and hearts with comments from drooling admirers. I began hosting contests and dolled out huge amounts of cash on Facebook and Instagram.
My road to fame was made easier than so many
other’s road to their toilets, or so it seemed.
As soon as we arrived Dubai International Airport, we had a chauffeur driven car waiting to take us to a
cabin near the beach. The interior was state of the art and luxuriously furnished with furniture sets, chandeliers, a plasma TV and a 70’s recorder. From the bedroom upstairs, we had access to a view of the beach with white and black skins bared under
the sun. Everything about the cabin felt like I was shooting in a music video. In my mind’s eyes, I put golden chains on Vincent over a big white T-shirt and sagged pair of white jeans trousers and loafers; he looked like Puff Diddy. I just needed to dance and twerk and frolic around Vincent before a camera, under lights and boom mic, for the feeling to be complete. It felt even nice being made love to by Vincent on that large bed. We spent more time idling about, sensualising our bodies. Touching and teasing erogenous parts; his nipples, ear lobes, back of my neck, my arms and lot of other places. The cuddling was grand. We spent our honeymoon on sight seeing and shopping in several of Dubai’s malls. The highlight of our stay was a visit to the Seven Star Burj Al Arab
Jumeirah. The sight of gold stung with me as I gawked at the golden walls and decors of the massive hotel that
was symbolic of the United Arab Emirates. That day culminated in an intense love making.
All these happened and not a thing missed the social media. My fans went with me to Dubai, they knew and could tell my story better than me, especially those prolific and talented writers among them. I was ponderously rummaging the cabinets and dark
corners, looking for nothing exactly, just idling away as I waited for Vincent to return from a business meeting he had scheduled after luckily running into an old associate of his father’s.
My mind idled on why Nelly had never reacted to any of my posts; not even a single shade talk more of a sub. Damn! That girl was saner than I had thought. What ever was wrong with her, I rebuffed the thought with a jeering face. I decided to check our clothing  and other stuff in preparation for our departure since we had barely three days left. I was searching the wardrobe when I found a round knob at one end. I didn’t understand it
but just decided to turn it.
I tried turning it clockwise but it didn’t move so I tried
anti-clockwise and it broke free after the second attempt. After turning the knob, the board behind it loosened and I shoved it inside. I needed a flashlight and quickly recouped one. I flashed it in and found some framed pictures and other photos stacked together. I pulled them out and retreated to the table to study them. The face I saw in the framed photos looked familiar.




The face I saw in framed photos looked familiar. Yes, my brain quickly called it up. It was the huge dark predator at the post wedding party. It was Shriek, the ghoul Vincent had addressed as Buggy. I began to sweat and shake visibly in the air conditioned room. What was his picture doing here? Perhaps he used this room also or even owned it. I quickly sought to see what the other stacked pictures held. My eyes bulged at the sight of what I had forgotten, what I once thought was hallucination. So it was real? The same things I had seen in Vincent’s
room the first time, even a scarier sight. I searched
from picture to picture at how women were bandaged and fastened to an apparatus where they were tortured and used for sexual gratification.
Conspicuous marks from whip lashes and dripping
blood decorated the women’s bodies as their faces writhed in pain and tears. What was all this?
Curiosity led me to view more and by the time I got
to the last photo, I was convinced that the room in the photos was in the cabin I had been sleeping,
eating and making love in. I was totally oblivious of
the spooky nature of this house, enjoying what was
supposed to be a nightmare for me. The revelation made me shudder and drop one of the framed photos to shatters on the floor and jolted me from the seat. I wanted to see it all. I knew I had to search the house to find this room. Where else could it be? I had entered all the rooms in
the house so no room that size could be anywhere on
the surface of the earth, sharing the same building
with the one I was in. I was about giving up when I tripped and fell, crashing
into a flower pot just under the staircase. I was
struggling to stand when I caught a glimpse of a
squat door on the floor underneath the staircase.
Yes, there was a basement. I struggled to my feet and went to check the door. The metal latch on the door was posing some difficulty but I forced it open anyway and found a wooden staircase that led into a steep darkness. I went back to retrieve my torch and returned to calm my curiosity. I took one step at a time, descending
the creaking stairs without a rail. I flashed my
torchlight but couldn’t see much ahead. At the foot of the stairs, I searched and found a light switch. As soon as I switched on the lights, my jaw dropped and my stomach churned. My head swirled around me and my limbs lost their strength. I slumped and passed out. When I woke up, I was lying on the bed and Vincent had almost packed all our bags. I didn’t understand what he was up to.In a flash, the pictures of the basement, the sight of bondage apparatuses looking like a serial killers laboratory, the whips and chains and clips and needles, they all came back. With a jerk, I thrust myself up to a sitting position, startling Vincent to an abrupt turn.
“You’re awake.” He turned and continued packing.
“What is this place?” “What are you talking about?” “You know exactly what I’m talking about. What is his picture doing here?” I asked through squinting eyes. “You ask too many questions.” He replied coldly.”  I need answers Vincent .” I yelled. “What exactly are you? Who are you? Who did I marry? What else am I going to find out?” He lunged at me at lightening speed, pinning me down with a hand cupped over my mouth. ” Shut up, this is not Zambia. Stop shouting or I’ll kill you and leave you here to rot.” After he calmed me, he retreated and stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at me. “We’re leaving first thing tomorrow morning. I got a call from home that my parents were both involved in an auto crash. They are both unconscious as we
speak.” He said calmly and started for the bathroom.
I was weakened but never shut a lid until daybreak.




…From then onwards, it was grin upon grin, hug upon hug and pecks upon pecks from the gentlemen and ladies. I felt unleashed and ready to mingle. As I was basking in this new trend, something strange happened. I felt a hand from behind grab my ass like one would grab a whore. I was wondering what was wrong with Vincent, he wouldn’t do such thing in public. I wrestled free and turned only to meet a huge dark bearded guy with a gawky smile that instead of brightening his face wrecked it more. “Come on bitch, I love that ass. We’re gonna rock that

ass tonight, what do you think?” He said with a foreign accent. Glaring at him with absolute disgust, I retorted. “Well I think you’re very disgusting with a face like a wrecked baboon. I can’t help but blame your father who was too poor to buy a condom in order to prevent you from existing.

Well, I thought he looked scary when he smiled, but

my words made him look beastly and quite horrific. I

could liken him to Shriek.

“What the fuck did you say?” He snarled and looked scarier as he bared his irregular canine. His enigmatic figure sent shivers down my spine and stood my hairs straight. What had I done?

“Buggy chill, what happened?” I heard Vincent’s voice

approaching behind me and that gave me some

relief. “This bitch need to be taught some lesson about using her cavity. Or I’m gonna slice her up and serve my dogs on a plate for dessert.” “What’s going on?” Another man asked and soon we were forming a small crowd. I explained what happened to Vincent who shook his head to my shock and said, “well you have to be careful how you talk around here.” “Is that what you have to say? Some one grabbed your wife’s ass hours after you married her and this

is what you have to say Vincent?” I watched as they all made faces towards me and began telling Vincent his wife was rude. I was bewildered and wondered what a joke they were, all

of them, including my pathetic husband. “Just take me out of here now please.” I bellowed. Vincent grabbed me by the hand, just under the

shoulder and headed for my room. As soon as we

were inside, he slammed the door behind us and sat

me down. “Now listen, you overreacted.” “How would you say that? He came from behind and grabbed my ass like I was his pro and I couldn’t take that. You should warn him off. For crying out loud this is our post wedding party of all things and I should be the queen here, hello! What is all this? I served that big for nothing fool what he deserved and gimme the chance over and over again I’ll only use it better in getting the better of him…Shameless bastard.” Vincent stayed calm until I was done and grunted. He turned around and placed both hands on his side, then paced about in the room. “Okay fine, just stay in here and forget about the party.” “I was never going to step out anyway…Like you knew

my mind.” “Alright, I’d go and attend to my guests.”

He said and started leaving. “Well that’s what happens when you refused to accept my own guests. Rubbish and condiments.” I swore under my breath as he said nothing and shut the door behind him.

Enraged, I slammed clenched fists into the bed as the music from the party downstairs blared on. I approached the window to take a view of the beast one more time. The entire space and rooms linked to it had been booked by my husband, meaning only

them had access, both viewing and entry access to the venue. I saw Vincent go to speak to Shriek and they exchanged brawls before the other guys intervened and calmed them. They hugged afterwards with the other guys trying to appease them. What were they up to? Why didn’t everyone and even Vincent refute what he did? They all seemed to be

comfortable with it and Vincent thought I overreacted? I retreated to my bed very angry but helpless. I was brooding until I slept off. I woke up much later and the music was still blaring. I heaved myself from the bed to go ease myself in the toilet as I was feeling pressed. I still felt sleepy but decided to peer through the window once again to see how far they had gone. In one swift flash, sleep fled from my bleary eyes. My post wedding party had been turned into something strange…



…Pathetically she lamented in her text on how she had loved me so

dearly but never understood why I hated her so much. She never thought I’d be going out with Vincent even after her instincts had given her reasons to. I read her text and deleted it without a tinge of guilt. Just as I was about to leave my hotel room to the waiting car, another text came in and it happened to be part of the first message that was hanging. It was Nelly telling me if only I had told her, I’d never have made the worst mistake of my life. Mmmmmmmmm! I became so scared and thought and thought of

calling her back to know what she meant but 

before that a knock came on my door. I was running out of time.

“Will you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded

wife, to love and cherish, in sickness and in health,

for richer for poorer, and for better for worse, till

death do you apart?” The priest asked him.

“Yes I do,” Vincent replied​ with a broad smile.

“Will you take this man,” the priest turned to me and started reciting the creed. “To be your lawfully

wedded husband, to love and to cherish, in sickness

and in health, for richer for poorer and for better for

worse, till death do you part?” I stood meditating on Nelly’s text earlier. What if I say no and ran off from the church? What if I

refused to marry Vincent and flee to safety? Safety

from what? What did I know Vincent did wrong to

Nelly? Why was Nelly so pathetic about my union with him? What could it be I was missing? My heartbeat switched rhythm and eventually lost rhythm. “Nomsa?” Vincent’s voice startled me. I had been

engrossed in my meditation I didn’t realise everyone was waiting for me. “The priest is waiting.”

“Oh, okay.” I turned to the priest and smiled sheepishly.

He frowned and growled under his breath but loud

enough for me to hear, “the response is ‘yes I do’.”

“Oh, Yes I do. Sorry about that.” I turned and smiled

apologetically at Vincent who didn’t find it funny at

all. He kept a wrinkled temple even through to the reception while I smiled and remained cheerful. I had

resolved to put my fears behind me and enjoy my

day. It was only meant to come once. By dusk, it was all over and we were back in our hotel room. It was over and marriage had begun. The post

wedding party, according to my husband was for a

caucus. I was wondering what he meant by that but

he explained I should wait and see what he meant.

“But I have friends who’d want to be part of it too?” I

fussed “Of course you do but how much is your own

contribution to everything today? Tell me, what?

Have you not heard that he who pays the piper

dictates the tune? Don’t even try bringing anyone or you’d end up embarrassing yourself.”

While he was speaking he’d been undoing his

clothes. He started for the bathroom and paused at

the door. “And by the way, what was that stunt you

pulled there before the priest?” “What is that?” I asked. “Don’t even play dumb with me. You know, the ‘yes I do’ part? Like you hesitated.” I forced a chuckle through. I see that’s why you have been frowning all day. Hey, I was just overwhelmed. It

happens to a lot of ladies, especially those who can’t

believe they are marrying their dream man.” I angled

my head and smiled.

Oh really. He disappeared into the bathroom while I

sighed and collapsed on the bed, tired. We walked out to a loud roar from the ladies and gentlemen present. It was a casual cocktail and poolside party. The men had jeans and t-shirts while the ladies wore skimpy dresses. Why did I call them dresses? Some had bikinis, what I call just pants and bra. Every man had a girl or two by his side and some even had three, I could finger about three of them like that. I was the holiest in a pair of bum shorts and a tang top. Altogether, there were about thirty people. “Alright ladies and gentlemen, with me here is the man of the day with his Cinderella,” a guy who had introduced himself to me as Bright at the wedding announced. “So we’re gonna be making a toast to their arrival so the party begins in a earnest.”

His words were met with another loud roar of praises and healing. Vincent smiled and waved them while I followed suit.

After the toast, he said a few words of appreciation

for honouring him on his wedding and presented me to them as “Our Wife”. I shot him an inquisitive stare but he never bothered to look at me. The ladies kept smiling and staring at me with an aura of acknowledgement. Somehow they kept me


Music came on and the dance floor opened. Some

people plunged into the pool and floated with the help of the rubbers on the water. A lot of people began approaching me and kept saying “welcome to the family.”

M What family were they talking about? I was wondering when a still small voice from the back of my mind whispered to me, “don’t you think you’re playing Nelly’s tape in your head? Do you like to keep this veil over your face? Can’t you see? These people are beautiful and love you so much, they are family. Just tell yourself, welcome home and put Nelly to shame.” The word Nelly injected vigour from nowhere into me. I felt doused with courage and regretted being deluded by Nelly’s text. From then onwards, it was grin upon grin, hug upon hug and pecks upon pecks from the gentlemen and ladies. I felt unleashed and ready to mingle. As I was basking in this new trend, unfortunately something very terrible happened… 
What do you think happened?



…Before he could say a word, I’d grabbed his head and shoved him into my crotch. He kissed below my navel and ran his tongue symmetrically down to the divide of my labia. He used his tongue to slit the curtains of my labia for the inner pinnacle to be revealed. Vincent had no respect for holiness at all. That which was hidden in the inner chamber, he exposed with his tongue and flickered it over the erected Clint that stood, yearning

for attention. “Uhhhhh…” I jerked as he made contact. This felt

totally different. I almost had a seizure. Vincent applied pressure with his tongue and began running it slowly up and down with every wetness he

could garner. I looked so apologetic with a sorry face begging for attention.

He dropped the shower and used both hands to

separate the labia to avoid further restriction. Ever seen a man diligent in his tasks. Vincent was dining with kings already. He planted his lips on my

labia and suckled at it with vacuum in his mouth.

“Yeeee!” I let out a sharp cry but he grabbed my

buttocks and pressed my waist against his face. No

hope of escape, just death awaiting me. I clung on to

him and almost fell off the tub but for his strength

with which he grabbed.

“Yeeaaah! Uhhhhh! Aaarrrgggg!” I couldn’t stop screaming in several ways and he did dare to stop. Rather, he began doing it with a tongue. I kept on screaming. “I’m coming… I’m coming uhhhhbhh!” I clung to him

as I tensed and stopped feeling my limbs. I felt all the juice rush out while he took them all. He slid his two fingers in me like trying to dig up something and feeling the rough mound just under my clitoris. He thrust in and out until I cried and rocked my waist as the entire fluid came rushing for the second time in

a row. What was I in for?

I grabbed his erection and was about to reciprocate

when he opted against if and kissed me on the

forehead. “Join me in bed.” He said and grabbed a towel. Unfortunately, there was something about his features that I didn’t


…Unfortunately, there was something about his features that I did not like but whatsoever, everything will be solved in bed. Even after I’d been engaged, one thing I never stopped doing was to engage in a solo competition with Nelly, though she wasn’t aware. Since after I left her wedding, I only took her call once and it ended there. But now, I posted series of pictures taken in Vincent’s luxurious apartment on Facebook, Instagram and all other social media accounts I had. He’d assured me we’d be moving to Ndola after our marriage and each time I visited the place I’d be fighting an unknown battle with everyone I see there, mindless of if they lived on the Island or

not. I just had this idea that I was going to be jointing them soon and rehearsed the big girl I’d be acting in Vincent’s car.

I stayed a little above one week with Vincent with my

hole drilled at every chance he got. He’d wake up in the morning and drill a round or two, occasionally run back home and drill another set of rounds with clothes on, then run back home a little earlier than closing time for the same purpose. He also ensured we fed well and even studied sex enhancements foods which he bought and ensured we stocked the house with them. During our free days, we played games like draft, ludo, quizzes, Scrabble and seldom chess. The main game was in what happens to the one who fails, he’d have to obey what ever task imposed by the the other party. I always lost so had a larger part of the penalties. Sometimes the punishment would be to give him blow job for a specified duration. At times I’d feel uncomfortable about it

but wouldn’t want to spoil the fun, I’m not a Kill joy.

So in turn, I’d use my own fewer wins to get a head,

boob treat with icy yogurt or Irish cream or anything I

could get a hold on. Hmm! that was sensational though. So one of the highlights included one day he’d requested we played a game which involved role play. I didn’t understand that but felt he just wanted to remember childhood, playing daddy and mummy, but no. He tied my hands and legs to the bed posts and pinned my head down so I couldn’t move them, just squirm and wriggle under him while he did everything thing he could think of to my body. He licked every part of my body from my loved to my neck and my cleavage to my nipples. Before he went to lick and suck everything around my crotch region while I screamed and eventually passed out from extreme pleasure. When I woke up, he had prepared a meal for me to eat and I fed well while he told me I was awesome and

his only source of happiness. I smiled weakly. “You see, I’ve come to understand why so many marriages break up and people don’t last in

marriages,” he analysed. “The reason people cheat on their spouses is lack of adventure. When you are always adventurous about sex, always willing to explore every available space, you will be faced with many options of styles and sex activities

that the missionary will be an act you crave for but

don’t get a chance to practise.” While he spoke, I kept wondering what other thing as left to explore or would be left to explore before we got married. I explained that I needed some rest as my whole body was in pain from excess drilling and

reminded him that he was massive below. He laughed and said, “Baby see, no pain no pleasure.

There is no pain with pleasure and vise versa. Pain and pleasure go together to make a perfect and complete sense.”

I didn’t understand one thing but he promised to let me be for some days but not without occasional blow jobs and hand jobs or even leg jobs yes, he taught me that too. How I could him to come with my legs as my hands without inflicting any form of injuries. Vincent was something else. Eventually, I left his house to go and inform my

parents further down south about him and pave way for an introduction. My old friends became old cargo because of the shopping Vincent took me prior to my departure. I bought things for everyone at home and my mother danced and praised God for answering our prayers. I stopped sharing public transport with people and took a drop everywhere, assuring my siblings that the next time I’d visit, I’d be driving my own car.

Marriage plans kicked off and Vincent found it easy to pay everything he was asked and added extra. I got to meet Vincent’s friends and funny enough they were not married yet, not any one of them. They nodded in approval when they got to know I was The One. The One? What did they mean by that? I didn’t want to ponder over it and give myself a heart attack.

After all, every man would have a number of

girlfriends but would eventually end up marrying one. Yet my concern was on how they kept staring at me and my buttocks especially, in a very suggestive way. Vincent didn’t seem to bother but instead kept high

shoulders. I decided not to make anything out of all

that, not to dwell on that, perhaps everything would

change after the knot was tied. The traditional marriage was the best my village had ever experienced. The pictures made rounds on all

my social media platforms I owned accounts, with

altered settings to keep off Nelly. Why I kept Nelly away nevertheless, still remained vague to me. She was happily married, which I never admitted, yet I didn’t want her around me. I didn’t want her to attend my wedding, neither to realise it was Vincent I was getting married to. I knew she

would find out soon but what did I care? I was waiting for the impending consequential drama.

We flew business class to Paris to shop for the

wedding and spent the succeeding weekend in

Switzerland. He assured me our honeymoon would be in Asia, with Dubai top on the list. I didn’t just fall in love with Vincent, I drowned in love for him.

On the eve of my wedding, just as I was about to

sleep, my phone started ringing. Vincent wouldn’t be calling me at this time of the night. Not after he had sneaked to my hotel for some quickie before leaving and calling to inform me he’d arrived his own hotel room. I ignored but the caller kept calling, four more times. I became worried and heaved myself off the bed to the socket and picked up the phone. “Mtcheeeeeeew!” I hissed a very long one and put my phone on silent. Nelly must have learnt of the wedding and was calling. I had been rehearsing for the drama but didn’t include ungodly hours in my practice. I dozed off moments later and woke up to a long sermon of how I was a traitor. She lamented pathetically in her text on how she had loved me so dearly but never understood why I hated her so much. She never thought I’d be going out with Vincent even

after her instincts had given her reasons to. I read her text and deleted it without a tinge of guilt.

Just as I was about to leave my hotel room to the waiting car, another text came in, after reading the text I became scared…