REPENTANT RADICAL.

 In a twinkle of an eye, the status quo had changed.

The radicals had fled.

Leaving their families behind – wife and children.

The reunions was only made possible by the intervention of the retired Army Captain, Musa and the head of the civilian vigilantes, he got cuckold husbands to receive their wives after waiting a period of three months to ensure that the seed of their recently deposed kidnappers was not growing in the wombs of their wives.

But not all the women were from the community, the others were the actual wives of the radicals from their local communities and other communities they had conquered – they were left to the mercy of the baser instincts of the men from the community as a repayment for what their husbands did to their wives.

Musa had agreed to this compromise, on the condition that no man be caught on top of any woman other than his wife. Many men ignored this, but after his own brother-in-law was caught on top of the young wife of a radical in his farm where the woman had worked as a farmer – the punishment was quickly carried out despite Musa’s wife’s plea for mercy. Aisha finally stopped giving her husband the cold shoulder on the account of her imprisoned brother, when the man got out of jail and took the heavily pregnant Amina as his new bride.

“Are you not going out on patrol again?” Aisha asked her snoring husband, who sheepishly replied “let someone else do that tonight my dear.” Having no reason to do so again.

To secure his life and under the guise of routine security checks, Musa had usually gone on night patrols but he stopped once his brother-in-law was released from prison, and married a heavily pregnant Amina has his new bride.

On a certain Market day, there was a commotion in the market square where the vigilantes were meeting – the women who had been captives of the radicals had caught the “matron mother” of the women who were held by the radicals, the most despised woman in the bandits’ camp. Amina’s job was simple, prepare the captured women for life as the wives of the bandits by instructing them in the ways of the radicals.

The women who had now become rejoined to their husbands had already begun beating her, as the woman covered her face from the weak feminine punches; all the while her body gyrated as it moved, she was well fed even in the camp of the radicals as she took the women’s daily portions and added to hers, in addition to be the sister of the leader of the radicals.

Musa fired his Dane gun in the air, causing the women to run off in fear “who is this woman?!” he shouted and he got his answer in a chorus from afar.

Speaking the little language of the tribe that woman came from, that he understood, he spoke to the woman who was in fear for her life.

“If I save you, what will you do for me?” Musa said giving into his baser instincts with a woman that was so despised.

“It is the Almighty that will reward you, I don’t know what I have done to these women.” The woman said as she sobbed and covered her face.

Frustrated, Musa looked away as the men looked upon him awaiting further directives.

His eyes widened as he saw a convoy approaching from the distance “shit.” Musa said to himself, General Atim and his soldiers had come to supply them with weapons, gather intelligence and leave with any prisoners that had been captured.

Musa was in a bind, if he left the woman before him, his men would take her away only to report that she was shot while trying to escape while being unable to explain the huge volume of semen on her body, alternatively, if he left General Atim alone with Aisha in his home, the man might finally have his way with Aisha, his wife.

Aisha heard the door knock and knew it was from the tempo and intensity, but today she was not afraid, in a few minutes Musa would arrive and the General as usual would hide his thick cock inside his helmet and claim that the place was hot and he needed to remove his helmet.

The woman’s toes curled as she spread her thighs to accommodate the man thrusting his cock into her vagina even as it became wetter, to allow for more thrusting motion. The man groaned as the vagina gripped his cock and began to throb, milking the cock for its creamy white contents which the man duly emptied after going for one last deep thrust.

“General, I have a high value target that we acquired – she is like a female groomer for the wives of the bandits…” Musa said over the walkie-talkie.

“Okay, I was waiting for you at home. You said you’re alone with her?” the General asked to the hearing of Aisha.

“Yes, I was interrogating her.” Musa replied again to Aisha’s hearing “what are you doing in my house?” Musa asked.

“I decided to just wait for you here, instead of coming to the market square.” General Atim replied. “That’s good, I would have said we should take her to operating base but for some weeks now, I will have some collaboration we have to do in this area – so I will be coming every now and then.” The General said.

Aisha made peace with the possibility that her husband was doing more than interrogation with Amina after seeing the woman, when she was brought before the community, the vigilantes and the security forces working with them – to answer for her crimes. Under the guidance of the security agencies, the Village Head gave Amina a light sentence of house arrest in exchange for co-operation with law enforcement.

Weeks later, Aisha was seen in the company of other of the local women being dropped off by an army convoy.

When Musa returned after an interrogation session with Amina, he got into a quarrel over the correctness of a woman that is married to a man of his stature in society to be seen in an army convoy – Aisha calmly reminded her husband of the insecurity in the community and because she was the wife of the man he was, that privilege was extended to her and with that Musa left feeling foolish for unwittingly putting his wife’s life at risk.

There was an uneasy peace in Musa’s home especially when the General seemed to be around when he was not from Musa’s point of view, and that Amina seemed to see more of her husband from Aisha’s point of view - which was shattered when some of those who worked with the bandits were released under the rehabilitation program.

Musa was once again contacted to sort out potential issues…especially those that had to do with the respected members of the community and the wives of the radical group members.

Musa had sought out Amina’s husband, offering the man incentives, he encouraged the man to go and be with Amina, his wife and accept her pregnancy for peace to reign. But Abdul refused having regretted joining the radical group on her advice, and spending seven months in prison after being caught supplying the group, with food.

Musa appealed to Abdul that Amina was eight months pregnant and that the father of the child, was unknown but if he could do as he requested, he would tell him who it was, once he found out.

Abdul agreed and welcomed the heavily pregnant Amina back.

Musa was having trouble sleeping, he tried to pad the pillow but to no avail, when he suddenly felt something hard.

He put his hand into his pillow and felt something circular and pulled it out.

“Du-rex…” Musa said quietly.

He didn’t know what the Durex meant, but he knew what the “Condom” next to it, meant.

One wrapper was no reason to confront Aisha perhaps it was a from...the family planning clinic, his curious hand went back into the pillow and felt and felt until it felt a lot of things.

He pulled them all out.

Torn condom wraps.

Different colors of the same brand.

Musa’s heart raced.

Was his wife a whore? He wondered.

Later that day, he waited for Aisha to return from the market, and then poured out the used condom wrappers.

Aisha froze.

The reminder to dispose of the wraps, kept ringing in her head.

“If you used them, you won’t have impregnated Amina.” Aisha said defiantly.

“Impregnate who? Does that change the fact that you are now sleeping around?!” Musa fired back.

“Please I am not a prostitute! The only men that have anything to do with this house is you and…” Aisha stopped.

“Oh! So you have started opening your legs for him, then you will be telling me he wants to force himself on you.” Musa said.

Aisha fired back “at least we fuck with condom! You, you will be putting your prick inside every woman!”

Musa was silent “every woman.” But Amina had been the only other woman Musa assured his wife as his wife looked away, small tears rolling down her eye – was that meant to reassure her.

Someone had overheard everything that was said, and had quickly walked away as Musa charged out of the house.

“General Atim.” Musa said to Abdul, he apologized for not revealing the name, as he felt that he might do something harsh but having seen that Abdul forgave his wife and welcomed the baby girl as his own – he felt confident that he, Abdul wouldn’t want to murder the General or do anything crazy.

Days past and no one had heard from Amina or her baby. Abdul simply mentioned that he had thought it wise to send her away considering all the negative things she did – it was enough for the townsfolk who didn’t want anything to do with her in the first place.

Having met Aisha’s absence, General Atim headed back to base but stopped on the way to provide escort for several women who were heading to their farms, amongst them the new wife of the Chief Imam in the community.

As the women and their goods were loaded to the military vehicles, General Atim sat on the backseat forcefully locking lips with the woman riding his cock with her slippery pussy, barely holding onto his cock as tears ran down her eyes while she held onto his shoulder for support.

The first burst of gunfire put the Imam’s wife out of her sexually-induced misery as she collapsed backwards with the General’s cock still in her, the next one took out the General but the return fire hit the assailant as he escaped into the forests.

Not buying Abdul’s story and suspecting that he was hiding his voluptuous lover and their lovechild, Musa had gone to seek her out – had he not been a man hardened by violence, he would have screamed at what he saw.

But then the sharp cut across his throat would have prevented Musa all the same, as he turned around and saw the wounded Abdul.

“She pleaded with me, you know, at least to spare the innocent child.” Abdul said staggering into the room, fatally injured.

“Musa, you think I am a fool?” was Abdul’s last words as he collapsed from blood loss.

Musa stood there holding his neck as the blood splattered, as his life flashed across his face, before he collapsed.

Aisha had unknowingly escaped being a victim of Abdul’s wrath, having gone to her parents’ home in the nearby community, to escape the attentions of the men in her life. As she came out to get the fresh air of the evening wind – she slowly sat on the wooden stool as she gently rubbed her bulging stomach.

The End.