FATAL PURSUITS: PART II

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     Wanting more is not necessarily a bad thing, especially if all one gets is the small rations that everyone gets – right? The fair-skinned woman asked herself as she looked disgustingly at the ration given to her by the wife of the village’s wealthiest man, Chief Ikemba. The woman hissed as she examined the contents of the strange material they called “Nylon”. The look of ingratitude and discontent was observed by a man sitting from afar, who was watching his wife spend his money judiciously; judiciously because it was part and parcel of his campaign for the Prime Minister’s position in the Kingdom.

     But damn who was this woman the man seated on the stool wondered to himself, her body was desirable “look at those breasts, her bottom, she’s so fair-skinned – I am going to be so stressed during this campaign, it won’t be bad to have her relieve my stress every now and then. I will wait till I get elected, I don’t need a scandal…No! let me have her now, she looks unhappy with my wife’s largesse.” The man seated on the stool thought to himself before getting up and heading into the building behind him.

“Madam, sorry please this thing they gave us, I saw you looking at yours like you don’t want it.” The haggard looking man said.

“No sir.” The fair-skinned woman lied.

“Well, I saw the way you were looking at it, if you don’t want it, please can you give me yours – my grandchildren at home will be so happy.” The haggard looking man said.

The woman looked in the direction she had thrown the item, and lied that her sister had already taken it home.

“So this is what you do with my wife’s acts of kindness?!” the haggard man said, standing straight from his bent posture and his tone changing, removing the make-up, the woman realized who she had been talking to and began to apologize.

Picking up the nylon, the man continued to interrogate her “instead of you returning it to my wife, you threw it away!” the man said, by now people were noticing a man in haggard clothes talking to one of the voluptuous woman in the village and wondered who or what was happening.

“I am sorry sir.” The woman repeated, sweat dripping down her face, to be known as an ingrate towards the largesse being shared by the village’s wealthiest man, was not a tag she wanted to carry around her neck.

Then she got the shock of her life “I agree with you, if I was given this I would throw it away too” the man in the haggard clothes said…”but if I were to give you this, won’t you collect and smile?” the Chief in the haggard clothes said covertly showing the voluptuous woman his purse full of cowries…the woman’s mouth opened wide with her covering her mouth, as she had never seen so much cowries in her life.

“Sir, I will be so happy.” The woman replied, still shocked that the man could carry such amounts around with him...this would interest her fiancé for sure.

“I want you to be happy, what’s your name?” the Chief asked.

Ejovwo told the Chief, her name.

“Nice, can you come and see me at my farm-house, the one near the stream?” the Chief asked.

Ejovwo agreed having no need to be concerned, the place was a public place, the pair bid each other farewell with Ejiro leaving with a cowries worth of a laborers monthly salary. She gisted her fiancé conveniently skipping the part where she was given a month’s salary of a laborer but mentioned her appointed appointment with Chief Ikemba.

On the appointed day, Ejovwo left to meet Chief Ikemba. With no concerns about her safety, Ejovwo entered the farm-house. But she knew the privacy was not for prime and proper reasons, the Chief confirmed this when he wrapped his hands around her waist and drew her close to him while resting his hands on her big bottom.

“I will be getting married to Andem…” Ejovwo said in-between the passionate kisses.

“That thug?” Chief Ikemba said.

“…let me get married first, you know the rules, I have to wait three months so that I won’t be bringing in another man’s child into my marital home.” Ejovwo said gently pushing the Chief’s exposed cock back into his wrapper.

“Fuck that. I want to fuck you bitch.” The Chief said, his tone changing menacingly.

The commotion in there ought to have raised the interest of the women who walked in the stream nearby but everyone knew what was happening, yet everyone pretended not to know what was happening – the Chief was having another victim. Not long from now, the doors would open and a woman would come out adjusting her dress, cowries in hand and the man’s seed in her womb and she’d head home to pass it on to her unsuspecting husband.

But something else happened, instead the man came out shouting “the bitch! The bitch! Has cut off my manhood!” the Chief screamed not caring how he was going to explain how that happened, just as Ejovwo pushed him out of the way and ran for dear life, her clothes rumpled not torn.

It was a clear-cut case of self-defense but big money was involved and the faux reputation of a man had to be kept, Ejovwo was sentenced for murder, the Chief’s family had wanted instant execution but as the annual ritual ceremony was near, their wishes were put aside in the interest of not appearing to give preferential treatments.

So great was the widows wish for revenge, that it was rumored she had been going to bed with the King as a price for hiring Ojemba a renowned and experience executioner to undertake a gruesome punishment of her husband’s slayer. It didn’t help that nine months after the trial had already begun, she had a baby that couldn’t have been the late Chief’s child.

Ojemba looked around the cave, memories flooded in but that was not time for nostalgia, the double white chalk meant she was here. The man loved his wife but he secretly jerked to the memories of his friend’s fiancées plump bottom, imagining thrusting her pussy while it slammed against his body but alas he was content to keep it in the realm of lustful fantasy and decided to be a good friend. But that was before his friend did the dishonorable thing and leave his fiancé at the mercy of the Late Chief’s family.

Ironically it was Ojemba, the late widow via the King, met to undertake the gruesome assignment of giving Ejovwo a slow painful death.

Ojemba wasted no time in relaying this to Ejovwo even as she begged for her life from the fatality of the chase, she was shocked but Ojemba assured her that he had a plan, one that might even cost his life but he was not going to be part of putting an innocent woman to death.

 He blew a whistle and another was whistle was blown.

Ejovwo came out of her hiding place.

Her escape wasn’t free, there was price to pay and she didn’t mind paying it – the love of her life was indeed a thug, he waylaid people on the road from farms and markets, and collected taxes, he assured her he never touched the women and the children…well not the children, the women, sometimes he escorted some into the nearby bushes. Ejovwo reckoned the price to pay was worth it, it was her life on the line.

Ojemba and Ejovwo held each other in an intimate embrace as they looked into each other’s eyes.

“What about…” Ejovwo was about to ask before her lips were locked with Ojemba’s, the pair stumbled into the darkness of the cave.

Within minutes they were naked, Ejovwo looked at the man’s erect cock and swallowed it up in one gulp. Ojemba moaned a moan of pleasure as Ejovwo worshipped his thick male organ with her mouth.

“It’s okay.” Ojemba said sensing his ejaculation around the corner, but Ejovwo continued and the man became aware of her plan – drain him, make him unable to have an erection “I said its okay.” Ojemba shouted choking the woman forcing her to release his cock.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you.” Ejovwo replied, wiping her mouth of the taste.

Ojemba smiled, this was the price to pay for helping her escape as they had agreed.

But agreements change, don’t they?

“Can we start going?” Ejovwo asked, feeling guilty for giving her fiancé’s friend a blowjob.

“Sure.” Ojemba said before pouncing on the unsuspecting Ejovwo as she bent to pick up some edibles.

To Be Continued... Click to Read the Final Chapter