FATAL PURSUITS: PART I

 The crowds cheered on the chasers as they prepared to carry out the annual ritual of chasing the criminals out of the village literally. The righteous anger of the villagers directed at the criminals filled the air - the criminals were of a mixed crowd just like those baying for their punishments to commence, and their crimes ranged from cold-blooded murder to stealing to feed, and they were also a mix of the child, the youth and the elderly.

     Ojemba a renowned and seasoned participant in the chase looked up to where his wife and kids were sitting, in the early hours of the morning, he had reminded them why the events of the day, took place and why they ought to all live honorable lives. Ojemba waved to his family as he turned to the criminals and blew the horn. It was simple yet horrific, the criminals were to be chased and anyone who was caught up with before they left the boundary of the village was clubbed to death – regardless of the crimes committed.

     The criminals already had begun to run away, when Ojemba stopped the chasers from taking off after them after the allotted waiting time, and promptly reorganized the formation but the men were too eager to exact justice upon their victims to even bother with the change in assignments. A loud roar from the men announced their departure, and imminent danger to the criminals who were already making a dash for the boundary of the village and into the evil forest. The young men in Ojemba’s platoon brimmed with excitement, their platoon leader was renowned and they followed his every move and when he stopped to give instructions they listened attentively. Ojemba dispatched all but one of his followers, who asked about his safety after dispersing his team “that’s exactly what these vicious criminals would assume! That I am alone and vulnerable. With the way I have arrange you guys, they will be trapped when I give the signal.” Ojemba said referring to whistling code he had played earlier - not long after the young recruit swore he saw movement in the bushes, Ojemba assured the young man that it was a wild animal – an ally or an enemy, depending on how one approaches it. It was enough for the recruit and he dashed off in the direction, he had been assigned.

Left alone with no support close by, Ojemba’s heart pounded it was not to too late to turn back his conscience whispered.

Let fate decide, Ojemba decided.

Screams filled the air.

The elderly and the children were always amongst the first to be caught and cut down.

Followed by the “fatty bum-bum” individuals.

A fresh recruit caught a thick, voluptuous female criminal and pressed her against the thick tree, putting his hands on her mouth “don’t shout, if you let me fuck you, I will spare your life, okay?”. The teary eyed woman, whose only crime was not allowing the chief priest assist the gods in giving her a child while her husband waited outside the shrine in the distance - nodded her head as she lifted her wrapper to expose herself, she realized that at the end, another man would have still put his manhood in her pussy she had so faithfully reserved for her husband, she consoled herself saying it was the price she had to pay to save her life - the young man lifted the woman against the tree trunk parting her thick thighs before fixing the head of his hard cock against the lips of her pussy.

Holding her thick thighs for support, the young man went to work in the desperate woman’s pussy.

When suddenly she began to tap on her penetrators shoulder, the young man mistook this for her reaching orgasm (as he had been ramming his cock deep in her pussy for some minutes, he was almost there, and he could feel his semen travelling through his cock “if you born boy ehn, call him Ekene, that’s my name you hear.” The young man whispered into the woman’s ear as he reached climax) – the sharp pain on his back brought him back down from Cloud Nine. He dropped her, his cock sliding out of the wet slippery pussy. Adrenaline filled his body as he rushed for the cutlass he had planted on the ground by the tree, his hand managed to hold the handle but not before his head rolled off of his body – the woman screamed but quickly lifted her right thigh exposing the exposed juicy pussy, it was tempting, her body dropped down to the ground with a thud, the blow was fast, merciful and done at the hands of an experienced executioner.

This was why Ojemba’s heart was beating fast – there were rules to this thing.

He had exacted the correct penalty on the new recruit, but perhaps he wondered, perhaps he would have…that pussy was inviting.

“A bird in hand, is worth two in the bush.” Ojemba said to himself, looking at the lifeless body of the woman on the ground, what a waste he reasoned, she was quite thick in the thighs…his spec.

Ojemba’s conscience chastised him, was that necessary? You could have warned him off and… “Killed the woman?” Ojemba said in his inner monologue, his conscience kept quiet. Another young recruit from his platform came across his idol, holding a petite woman by her left arm, stammering with sweat dripping across his face even as the woman struggled against his firm grip “I am, I am, I want to kill this criminal.” The young man said gathering courage.

Ojemba nodded his head and gave his approval “be fast about it, so we can be done on time.” if the protests of his conscience could be heard, it would be heard all over the forests. “You do know what he intends to do!” Ojemba shook his head, he would not be surprised if conscience were female, too much nagging “you said I should not have killed…now you’re saying I should intervene…make up your damn mind.” Ojemba continued in his inner monologue.

“Enough.” Ojemba said reaching the entrance to a cave with one white chalk markings, the inner monologue came to an end as he placed a second chalk marking at the entrance to the cave.

To be continued...

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