Episode 20
Yet, she could not sleep. Her room‟s window
was open and cool breeze wafted in now and
then from the garden outside their apartment.
Despite the light gown she was wearing, she
still felt a bit hot and soon concluded that
she needed more fresh air, pulling the thin
material up to her waist and turning to lie
supine on the bed with her eyes staring up at
her ceiling fan. At first, the steady breeze
since cooling her wafted in like before,
caressing her limbs and torso and spreading
to her bosom to calm her racing heart. She
parted her long legs on the bed sheets and
exposed her inner thighs to the beautiful night
air all around her, shifting up the negligee she
was wearing to reveal her breasts and chest
when it became obvious to her that the heat
she was feeling before was slowly dissipating
from her body.
She was so caught up in the night’s serenity
and cool atmosphere that she failed to notice
the breeze taking human form near her hips
with outstretched arms of air caressing the
curves of her behind until it was too late.
Suddenly she was violently swung round with
one quick stroke and pinned face down to the
bed by an unknown force emanating from
nothing more than the mild breeze around
her. Brenda‟d been jerked wide-awake by this
abrupt and vigorous rotation to her person
but could not even let out a whisper in her
current position since her face was now
pushed into the pillow and she was struggling
to breathe let alone mouth a screaming
protest. Her writhing body was held in
position by an unforeseen entity and was so
helpless that she could not even resist the
obvious upward pull of her negligee by this
invisible terror. “Oh, God…please…!” she tried
to scream, but got winded by the effort amidst
the heavy thumping she could now hear
coming from her chest.
Since her arms were immovable, she couldn‟t
knock something over in order to alert Jane,
who was undoubtedly fast asleep in the next
room at that unholy hour.
And the penetration, when it came, was a very
easy one. Her entire body was now motionless
with heightened fright as the tension holding
her down began pushing in and out of her
privacy. Of course she now realized that this
had happened before, yet she was not going
to blame herself for having forgotten it all
afterwards and telling no one. Who wouldn‟t?
Such a terrible experience was best locked
away in one‟s innermost nook of
unconsciousness! The vile thing now violating
her must be a figment of her imagination, and
for a fleeting moment, she wondered whether
she was actually going mad! The thing
pummeling her insides was now alive of its
own free will and she couldn‟t deny the fact
that it was actually hitting the right spots
inside her.
She suddenly realized that her body had
unashamedly taken hold of itself, involuntarily
beginning to push her up more vigorously
than was necessary, and concluded that she
had lost all sense of reason and control of her
faculties. Their rhythm together was now in
harmony and she tried to push out of her
mind any thought of actually enjoying this
oppressively horrible episode with terror, itself,
to no avail! “Oooooooh!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah….Pleaaaaseeee!” she
found herself moaning when her head was
suddenly released from the pillow. It was
becoming a joyous occurrence and she
couldn‟t resist the sweet tremor continuously
shooting up her spine as her aggressor kept
increasing the tempo of its aggression.
Now she was on all fours, her limbs
passionately resisting the forward push she
was getting from behind, and then she was
ecstatically kneeling upright, her mate
brazenly digging into her as her excitement
heightened to a crescendo. “Faster! Faster!
Faster!” she kept shouting, bracing herself as
the ultimate pleasure kept sweeping through
her entire being. “Please, don‟t stop…
Nooooooooo! Yeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
Her o----m was a quick succession of
muscular contractions that built up into an
explosion so bizarre in intensity that she was
sent rocketing non-stop to the moon and
beyond before seeing stars lit up brighter than
the sun and filling the void of her womb. Yet
it was not over. Her mate was still pounding
her insides to shreds. She was now holding on
to the bedpost as the structure kept squeaking
underneath their weights.
The night was going to be a long and drawn
out one.
Episode 21
CHAPTER 5
NIMROD, GLEN & THE GANG
ALLEN ABU was very distressed. The gang
had carried out an operation last night and it
had been unsuccessful. They had lost two men
in a shootout with the police and one of the
deceased was his good friend, Bulus. They
had gone to rob a top politician after a tip-off
by an informant that the moneybag had in his
possession the sum of two million naira in
cash and would be taking it away first thing
the next morning. The gang had decided to
strike before it was too late. However,
something had gone wrong during the
operation. Badly wrong. Glen, who had led the
operation, had given instruction that no one
should shoot anybody for any reason. This
had led to the escape of one of the security
men who alerted the police. They would have
shot the man if not for Glen‟s stupid
directive. Now, Bulus was dead and there was
confusion and fear among members of the
gang. Thank God that none of them had been
caught alive by the cops, which would have
been more disastrous than the situation they
were in now.
Allen was one of Nimrod‟s faithful loyalists.
The psycho had proven beyond reasonable
doubt that he was a competent leader. Allen
didn‟t understand why Glen kicked against the
idea of Nimrod taking over the gang four
years ago. All Nimrod‟s operations had been
successful, but most of Glen‟s had been a
total failure. Yes, it was true that the gang
had been Glen‟s idea. Glen had become a thief
because of his excessive love for money. He
had always loved to meet up to the
expectations of his immediate society. He
loved to show off and let people know that he
was rich and comfortable. He loved the
respect money gave people in the society and
desperately craved for it. He would do
anything to get money, and robbery had been
one of his best options. Glen used to have a
way of getting firsthand information and had
shown so much bravery in leading them on
their operations in the beginning, but back
then, his leadership was due to his being
mettlesome and intrepid. Characteristics that
had caused the gang to venerate him in the
past, but now, the coming in of Nimrod had
made Allen realize that Glen lacked so much
in so many ways.
Nimrod had proven to be a master planner
with no record of any unsuccessful operation.
Allen loved Nimrod‟s ruthlessness, his
charisma and the fact that he always seemed
to know what he was doing. He saw that the
gang‟s future would make more sense if left
in the hands of Nimrod, which was why he‟d
been able to convince more than half of the
members to support Nimrod as their leader
when the leadership tussle between Glen and
the latter was heating up some years back.
However, Nimrod‟s indictment had scattered
their plans. Allen had been aware of Nimrod‟s
plan to do away with Glen and had even asked
to assist in the act. But Nimrod had objected,
saying that he wanted to do it alone. Allen
was very surprised when the news came that
Nimrod had been arrested and sentenced to
jail for four years, yet Glen was still very much
alive.
Funny enough, it was Glen who came and put
things in order for the gang after Nimrod was
sent to prison. Since then they had had more
unsuccessful operations than any other time
in their entire history together, and were
constantly losing members. This could only
buttress the fact that Glen was incompetent.
Funny enough, the idiot seemed to have
forgotten that Nimrod had only four years to
stay in prison. He must be thinking that four
years was eternity since he had always acted
as if Nimrod never existed all this while! Of
course, Allen knew that Glen was aware that
he visited Nimrod occasionally but chose not
to talk about it. He also knew that this
temporary leader of theirs was aware that they
were watching Michael, and yet chose not talk
about it. That was the basis for his
incompetency.
Always neglecting little details, thereby
making silly mistakes. Nimrod had to be made
aware of Bulus‟ death and Glen‟s recent
activities as the leader of the gang. He must
know what to expect when he comes out of
jail so that he wouldn‟t come out unprepared.
Allen wasn‟t taking Glen‟s silence for granted,
since the guy could be nursing some plans in
his mind, and probably might have already
prepared himself very well for Nimrod‟s
release in a few weeks time. Hence, he looked
forward to visiting Nimrod that weekend. They
had many things to discuss. * * * Brenda was
in the sitting room when she heard a knock on
the door. She was sure it was not Jane
because Jane had gone shopping a few
minutes ago and the knock pattern was not
right.
All through the other day, Jane had tried
cheering her up by telling her different stories,
but she had only succeeded in making Brenda
smile a couple of times, thereby saving the
day‟s tears. Brenda had formed the habit of
crying bitterly whenever she was alone, but
today she‟d discovered that this was not the
case.
And she kept wondering whether this had
anything to do with her mysterious nightly
encounters, which were getting more
interesting and adventurous. Good thing that
Jane didn‟t know anything about it, else she
would have started pushing her to go see a
doctor by now! Well, at least she now knew
why all her ex-boyfriends had left her in the
past, and that was really helping her fight this
impossible depression of late. Giggling, she
wondered how Jane could find it possible to
sleep in the night with all the ecstatic
screaming and ribald talk that went on in her
room every other night! It was all so…daring
and new! This morning, Jane had asked her
not to do anything. “Don‟t worry, I will serve
you throughout today, all I want you to do is
to have your bath, look nice and relax.”
Brenda was also surprised at her friend‟s
insistence that they go to the saloon and get
themselves a complete makeover. “I am okay
like this; I am not interested in any makeover.”
But Jane wouldn‟t take no for an answer, so
she had accepted. Now she opened the door
and was surprised to see Michael, looking
devilishly handsome in front of her.
He was the last person she was expecting.
She‟d berated herself for some days
afterwards when she succeeded in turning
down his request to pay her a visit on the
phone. Now what was he doing showing up in
her front door? “Mr. Black, I am surprised to
see you. Please come in,” she said, casually.
Michael followed her into the living room and
sat on one of the empty sofas. He wasn‟t
there to talk much. He‟d come to observe
TBC
was open and cool breeze wafted in now and
then from the garden outside their apartment.
Despite the light gown she was wearing, she
still felt a bit hot and soon concluded that
she needed more fresh air, pulling the thin
material up to her waist and turning to lie
supine on the bed with her eyes staring up at
her ceiling fan. At first, the steady breeze
since cooling her wafted in like before,
caressing her limbs and torso and spreading
to her bosom to calm her racing heart. She
parted her long legs on the bed sheets and
exposed her inner thighs to the beautiful night
air all around her, shifting up the negligee she
was wearing to reveal her breasts and chest
when it became obvious to her that the heat
she was feeling before was slowly dissipating
from her body.
She was so caught up in the night’s serenity
and cool atmosphere that she failed to notice
the breeze taking human form near her hips
with outstretched arms of air caressing the
curves of her behind until it was too late.
Suddenly she was violently swung round with
one quick stroke and pinned face down to the
bed by an unknown force emanating from
nothing more than the mild breeze around
her. Brenda‟d been jerked wide-awake by this
abrupt and vigorous rotation to her person
but could not even let out a whisper in her
current position since her face was now
pushed into the pillow and she was struggling
to breathe let alone mouth a screaming
protest. Her writhing body was held in
position by an unforeseen entity and was so
helpless that she could not even resist the
obvious upward pull of her negligee by this
invisible terror. “Oh, God…please…!” she tried
to scream, but got winded by the effort amidst
the heavy thumping she could now hear
coming from her chest.
Since her arms were immovable, she couldn‟t
knock something over in order to alert Jane,
who was undoubtedly fast asleep in the next
room at that unholy hour.
And the penetration, when it came, was a very
easy one. Her entire body was now motionless
with heightened fright as the tension holding
her down began pushing in and out of her
privacy. Of course she now realized that this
had happened before, yet she was not going
to blame herself for having forgotten it all
afterwards and telling no one. Who wouldn‟t?
Such a terrible experience was best locked
away in one‟s innermost nook of
unconsciousness! The vile thing now violating
her must be a figment of her imagination, and
for a fleeting moment, she wondered whether
she was actually going mad! The thing
pummeling her insides was now alive of its
own free will and she couldn‟t deny the fact
that it was actually hitting the right spots
inside her.
She suddenly realized that her body had
unashamedly taken hold of itself, involuntarily
beginning to push her up more vigorously
than was necessary, and concluded that she
had lost all sense of reason and control of her
faculties. Their rhythm together was now in
harmony and she tried to push out of her
mind any thought of actually enjoying this
oppressively horrible episode with terror, itself,
to no avail! “Oooooooh!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah….Pleaaaaseeee!” she
found herself moaning when her head was
suddenly released from the pillow. It was
becoming a joyous occurrence and she
couldn‟t resist the sweet tremor continuously
shooting up her spine as her aggressor kept
increasing the tempo of its aggression.
Now she was on all fours, her limbs
passionately resisting the forward push she
was getting from behind, and then she was
ecstatically kneeling upright, her mate
brazenly digging into her as her excitement
heightened to a crescendo. “Faster! Faster!
Faster!” she kept shouting, bracing herself as
the ultimate pleasure kept sweeping through
her entire being. “Please, don‟t stop…
Nooooooooo! Yeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
Her o----m was a quick succession of
muscular contractions that built up into an
explosion so bizarre in intensity that she was
sent rocketing non-stop to the moon and
beyond before seeing stars lit up brighter than
the sun and filling the void of her womb. Yet
it was not over. Her mate was still pounding
her insides to shreds. She was now holding on
to the bedpost as the structure kept squeaking
underneath their weights.
The night was going to be a long and drawn
out one.
Episode 21
CHAPTER 5
NIMROD, GLEN & THE GANG
ALLEN ABU was very distressed. The gang
had carried out an operation last night and it
had been unsuccessful. They had lost two men
in a shootout with the police and one of the
deceased was his good friend, Bulus. They
had gone to rob a top politician after a tip-off
by an informant that the moneybag had in his
possession the sum of two million naira in
cash and would be taking it away first thing
the next morning. The gang had decided to
strike before it was too late. However,
something had gone wrong during the
operation. Badly wrong. Glen, who had led the
operation, had given instruction that no one
should shoot anybody for any reason. This
had led to the escape of one of the security
men who alerted the police. They would have
shot the man if not for Glen‟s stupid
directive. Now, Bulus was dead and there was
confusion and fear among members of the
gang. Thank God that none of them had been
caught alive by the cops, which would have
been more disastrous than the situation they
were in now.
Allen was one of Nimrod‟s faithful loyalists.
The psycho had proven beyond reasonable
doubt that he was a competent leader. Allen
didn‟t understand why Glen kicked against the
idea of Nimrod taking over the gang four
years ago. All Nimrod‟s operations had been
successful, but most of Glen‟s had been a
total failure. Yes, it was true that the gang
had been Glen‟s idea. Glen had become a thief
because of his excessive love for money. He
had always loved to meet up to the
expectations of his immediate society. He
loved to show off and let people know that he
was rich and comfortable. He loved the
respect money gave people in the society and
desperately craved for it. He would do
anything to get money, and robbery had been
one of his best options. Glen used to have a
way of getting firsthand information and had
shown so much bravery in leading them on
their operations in the beginning, but back
then, his leadership was due to his being
mettlesome and intrepid. Characteristics that
had caused the gang to venerate him in the
past, but now, the coming in of Nimrod had
made Allen realize that Glen lacked so much
in so many ways.
Nimrod had proven to be a master planner
with no record of any unsuccessful operation.
Allen loved Nimrod‟s ruthlessness, his
charisma and the fact that he always seemed
to know what he was doing. He saw that the
gang‟s future would make more sense if left
in the hands of Nimrod, which was why he‟d
been able to convince more than half of the
members to support Nimrod as their leader
when the leadership tussle between Glen and
the latter was heating up some years back.
However, Nimrod‟s indictment had scattered
their plans. Allen had been aware of Nimrod‟s
plan to do away with Glen and had even asked
to assist in the act. But Nimrod had objected,
saying that he wanted to do it alone. Allen
was very surprised when the news came that
Nimrod had been arrested and sentenced to
jail for four years, yet Glen was still very much
alive.
Funny enough, it was Glen who came and put
things in order for the gang after Nimrod was
sent to prison. Since then they had had more
unsuccessful operations than any other time
in their entire history together, and were
constantly losing members. This could only
buttress the fact that Glen was incompetent.
Funny enough, the idiot seemed to have
forgotten that Nimrod had only four years to
stay in prison. He must be thinking that four
years was eternity since he had always acted
as if Nimrod never existed all this while! Of
course, Allen knew that Glen was aware that
he visited Nimrod occasionally but chose not
to talk about it. He also knew that this
temporary leader of theirs was aware that they
were watching Michael, and yet chose not talk
about it. That was the basis for his
incompetency.
Always neglecting little details, thereby
making silly mistakes. Nimrod had to be made
aware of Bulus‟ death and Glen‟s recent
activities as the leader of the gang. He must
know what to expect when he comes out of
jail so that he wouldn‟t come out unprepared.
Allen wasn‟t taking Glen‟s silence for granted,
since the guy could be nursing some plans in
his mind, and probably might have already
prepared himself very well for Nimrod‟s
release in a few weeks time. Hence, he looked
forward to visiting Nimrod that weekend. They
had many things to discuss. * * * Brenda was
in the sitting room when she heard a knock on
the door. She was sure it was not Jane
because Jane had gone shopping a few
minutes ago and the knock pattern was not
right.
All through the other day, Jane had tried
cheering her up by telling her different stories,
but she had only succeeded in making Brenda
smile a couple of times, thereby saving the
day‟s tears. Brenda had formed the habit of
crying bitterly whenever she was alone, but
today she‟d discovered that this was not the
case.
And she kept wondering whether this had
anything to do with her mysterious nightly
encounters, which were getting more
interesting and adventurous. Good thing that
Jane didn‟t know anything about it, else she
would have started pushing her to go see a
doctor by now! Well, at least she now knew
why all her ex-boyfriends had left her in the
past, and that was really helping her fight this
impossible depression of late. Giggling, she
wondered how Jane could find it possible to
sleep in the night with all the ecstatic
screaming and ribald talk that went on in her
room every other night! It was all so…daring
and new! This morning, Jane had asked her
not to do anything. “Don‟t worry, I will serve
you throughout today, all I want you to do is
to have your bath, look nice and relax.”
Brenda was also surprised at her friend‟s
insistence that they go to the saloon and get
themselves a complete makeover. “I am okay
like this; I am not interested in any makeover.”
But Jane wouldn‟t take no for an answer, so
she had accepted. Now she opened the door
and was surprised to see Michael, looking
devilishly handsome in front of her.
He was the last person she was expecting.
She‟d berated herself for some days
afterwards when she succeeded in turning
down his request to pay her a visit on the
phone. Now what was he doing showing up in
her front door? “Mr. Black, I am surprised to
see you. Please come in,” she said, casually.
Michael followed her into the living room and
sat on one of the empty sofas. He wasn‟t
there to talk much. He‟d come to observe
TBC
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