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BRUNT: THE PIMPIN’ VOYAGE [PART THREE]

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PART ONE : BRUNT :THE PIMPIN VOYAGE 1

PART TWO: BRUNT: THE PIMPIN VOYAGE 2
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[2300hrs – VOI TOWN]

 

At exactly 11pm, there was a knock at the lorry’s driver door. It was not a single knock but a persistent knock. Issa slowly got up from his limbo. He was a bit conscious. He unnoticeably unlocked the door and opened it. Alas! Before him was a young lady, maybe 18 who was dressed in a brown pullover and black lingerie. She had donned white sport shoes and black stockings. Her left hand was holding the door open while her right hand was already exploring the truck’s seats. She twitched and writhed on her standing position as she lifted her left leg onto the truck’s entrance.

She gazed at Issa and softly asked him, ‘May I Get in?’

She maintained that eye contact that suggested something. She continued writhing her back as she massaged the front seat of the truck. Her long black hair was covering her right eye such that she kept swinging her head back and forth to get a closer look at Issa.

Issa was at first flabbergasted by the enticing ‘au natural’ curvy sight in front of him. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat on his driver’s seat. This time round, he glared at her visibly. He murmured some words that weren’t audible then extended his right arm to her.

 

‘I don’t mind. Get in.’ he said as he flapped his maxilla and mandibles in joy as he held her hand and helped her get inside by lifting her. She sat on the seat next to the driver’s.

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TEACHER JOYCE: BOY SCHOOL CHRONICLES [ TWO ]

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25yr old Female ♀ Teacher in a Boy’s School

31st Dec 2016.

This was to be the last day of 2016. I was happy and I didn’t know why. I just felt happy inside my heart. Maybe it was because of Josh. I knew I would meet him today. “Damn!  It was long since I hugged someone like him. A light skin built kind of a man” I told myself as I glared my self at the mirror. I still had my white  bathroom gown on. I sat in front  of the mirror and did my hair and make up. I was definitely awesome. I smiled and did some unique calculated grimaces on the mirror to ascertain that my look was perfect. I was dayum. I did my nails and also my eye brows too. My hair was the curly type. It went well with the shape of my head. I wasn’t that awful. I tried my best to always stand out. I walked to my bed side and dropped my bathroom gown on the mat next to the bed. I walked in my newborn suit to the cabinet And chose my best and  colorful  undergarments. I knew something weird would happen and I needed to be colorful everywhere. I guess you understand what I mean. I needed to be that perfect. I took my date  dress and put it on. That dress wasn’t the everyday wear. It was secured for awesome days. A day like this one. So sometimes, I would go up to one month without it having my scent.

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PHANTOM 3

– PART ONE PHANTOM 1

– PART TWO PHANTOM 2

I started writhing on the ground slowly. I could feel myself. My body parts and my thermal status were low. I tried to lift myself up but my head was too heavy. These people had used something strong to make me extremely weak. Never had I ever had such a strong feeling of super-weakness as I had that day. I could hear some voices in the background. They were human voices. I tried to turn to the direction the voices emanated from and luckily, I managed to try. I slowly got myself up and holding on to the wall, I slithered like a snake  towards the voices. 
I arrived at the place where the voices emanated from. It was a small room with a black door. . I stood at the doorstep. I didn’t want to peep. Horrors from my last peep at the fridge were still haunting me. I thought for sometime.

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KAREN: THE UNDISPUTED KIDNAP 3

[THE RESCUE MISSION]

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PART ONE: KAREN: THE UNDISPUTED KIDNAP

PART TWO: KAREN: THE UNDISPUTED KIDNAP

Karen had been kidnapped. Her three friends Clare, Kate and Sharon have vowed to rescue her from the hands of the cruel bastards who took advantage of her lucrative body. The tri-squad could not even try to adjust their senses to imagine what could be happening to her. All they hoped for was for her to be alive and kicking. They had to plan for the rescue mission.

That night, they did not report to their respective homes. Clare, Kate and Sharon had a plan to engage in some dirty duties done by the call girls hoping they would bore fruits in rescuing their friend Karen. A friend of Clare by name Jake had agreed to harbor them in his vicinity as they made plans on how they would execute their plan. They drove to Jake’s house and after they had chitchat in this and that, they sat on the circular lighted-gazebo, which was built architecturally to suit the midnight meat wolfers’.  Jake offered to help them in their plans but they turned down his offer at first.

‘We will do it our way’, Clare Responded. ‘This is our mission remember?’ she squinted her left eye as she gave him a soundly peck. Jake gazed at her for some time before he went ahead to prepare a balefire that would keep the warm for the night. The time was at 8pm. Darkness had enveloped the entire of the horizon. The sky was full of stars; both the dimming and the shinning ones. The crickets and frogs could be heard on the outside as they made their noises. The cool breeze would sweep the air around them occasionally making the whole humidity optimum for human survival. It was beautiful. They slowly converged at the balefire and commenced the plan.


After about 15 minutes, they all rose from the wooden seats and each of them rushed in different routes around the homestead. Each got back with some weird looking club attire. The ladies were all glam. You would confuse them with those brothel ladies who wear to impress anyone who got the cash to squander on them as they roughly devour them. Their current look would liquefy the heart that those shy men hold deep in their inner spirit. Sharon, though looking like she was in her birth-suit, did not like it. She felt naked. she kept looking at herself plastering that woebegone impression on her face. Her thighs had never been exposed like that publicly before.

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HANNAH N’ OLIVER 3

Written by : KeN And Speranza

[ Part One ]

[ Part Two ]


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HANNAH AND OLIVER: [PART THREE]

They approached an old looking hall full of young looking rugged women. She was dropped inside the hall where she lay helpless like a strand of spaghetti draped over furniture. She lay unconscious on the floor. The women in the place looked weak and feeble.  Their faces had huge pregnant stories to tell. Where was this place? She automatically knew that something was not right.  The two men who had brought her walked towards the door and locked it from the outside.

 

She slowly raised her head and gazed at the surroundings around her. She was appalled. A horde of young ladies lay helpless on the floor of the hall. They seemed abused, intoxicated and dehydrated.  As she was trying to  get herself  up, she felt something pressing hard on her cleavage area. She slowly inserted her left hand inside her dress and unmasked a tag that had been permanently inscribed around her neck. It was written no. 1061. She gazed at it again. She noted that all the ladies  inside the hall had the same tag but a different number. She wondered what it meant.


The hall was dark. It was during the night. Her watch read 1am. She sat at the corner of the hall wondering  about her fate.  She hunched up her legs until the knees touched her chest. She held herself and started staring at the young girls. She wondered why they looked so weak and feeble. She wondered what they were being subjected to. Some of the ladies were ‘au natural’ while some had torn clothes that exposed their unwashed bodies. She noted that some of them had fresh cuts and scars on their faces and thighs. Hannah’s heart pounded hard as she  realized that this was not a bed of roses. The condition that the ladies were in, explained it all.

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ROUSED ESPOUSALS

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Heightened tender  love

Build in a bundle of bravura clouds

To unreachable heights

I feel like the wind blew my heart away

Memories making me live each day

Our unfathomable recollections

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