Judas the traitor episode 20

Judas the traitor

EPISODE 20
…Before he could say a word, I’d grabbed his head and shoved him into my crotch. He k-ssed below my navel and ran his tongue symmetrically down to the divide of my labia. He used his tongue to slit the curtains of my labia for the inner pinnacle to be revealed. Vincent had no respect for holiness at all. That which was hidden in the inner chamber, he exposed with his tongue and flickered it over the er-cted Clint that stood, yearning

for attention. “Uhhhhh…” I jerked as he made contact. This felt

totally different. I almost had a seizure. Vincent applied pressure with his tongue and began running it slowly up and down with every wetness he

could garner. I looked so apologetic with a sorry face begging for attention.

He dropped the shower and used both hands to

separate the labia to avoid further restriction. Ever seen a man diligent in his tasks. Vincent was dining with kings already. He planted his l-ips on my

labia and s-ckled at it with vacuum in his mouth.

“Yeeee!” I let out a sharp cry but he grabbed my

buttocks and pressed my wa-ist against his face. No

hope of escape, just death awaiting me. I clung on to

him and almost fell off the tub but for his strength

with which he grabbed.

“Yeeaaah! Uhhhhh! Aaarrrgggg!” I couldn’t stop scre-ming in several ways and he did dare to stop. Rather, he began doing it with a tongue. I kept on scre-ming. “I’m coming… I’m coming uhhhhbhh!” I clung to him

as I tensed and stopped feeling my limbs. I felt all the juice rush out while he took them all. He slid his two fingers in me like trying to dig up something and feeling the rough mound just under my cl*toris. He thr-st in and out until I cried and rocked my wa-ist as the entire fluid came rushing for the second time in

a row. What was I in for?

I grabbed his er-ction and was about to reciprocate

when he opted against if and k-ssed me on the

forehead. “Join me in bed.” He said and grabbed a towel. Unfortunately, there was something about his features that I didn’t like…

EPISODE 21
…Unfortunately, there was something about his features that I did not like but whatsoever, everything will be solved in bed. Even after I’d been engaged, one thing I never stopped doing was to engage in a solo competition with Nelly, though she wasn’t aware. Since after I left her wedding, I only took her call once and it ended there. But now, I posted series of pictures taken in Vincent’s luxurious apartment on Facebook, Instagram and all other social media accounts I had. He’d assured me we’d be moving to Ndola after our marriage and each time I visited the place I’d be fighting an unknown battle with everyone I see there, mindless of if they lived on the Island or

not. I just had this idea that I was going to be jointing them soon and rehearsed the big girl I’d be acting in Vincent’s car.

I stayed a little above one week with Vincent with my

h0le drilled at every chance he got. He’d wake up in the morning and drill a round or two, occasionally run back home and drill another set of rounds with clothes on, then run back home a little earlier than closing time for the same purpose. He also ensured we fed well and even studied s€× enhancements foods which he bought and ensured we stocked the house with them. During our free days, we played games like draft, ludo, quizzes, Scrabble and seldom chess. The main game was in what happens to the one who fails, he’d have to obey what ever task imposed by the the other party. I always lost so had a larger part of the penalties. Sometimes the punishment would be to give him blow job for a specified duration. At times I’d feel uncomfortable about it

but wouldn’t want to spoil the fun, I’m not a Kill joy.

So in turn, I’d use my own fewer wins to get a head,

b-ob treat with icy yogurt or Irish cream or anything I

could get a hold on. Hmm! that was s-nsational though. So one of the highlights included one day he’d requested we played a game which involved role play. I didn’t understand that but felt he just wanted to remember childhood, playing daddy and mummy, but no. He tied my hands and legs to the bed posts and pinned my head down so I couldn’t move them, just squirm and wriggle under him while he did everything thing he could think of to my body. He licked every part of my body from my loved to my neck and my cle-vage to my n-pples. Before he went to lick and s-ck everything around my crotch region while I scre-med and eventually passed out from extreme pleasure. When I woke up, he had prepared a meal for me to eat and I fed well while he told me I was awesome and

his only source of happiness. I smiled weakly. “You see, I’ve come to understand why so many marriages break up and people don’t last in

marriages,” he an-lysed. “The reason people cheat on their spouses is lack of adventure. When you are always adventurous about s€×, always willing to explore every available space, you will be faced with many options of styles and s€× activities

that the missionary will be an act you crave for but

don’t get a chance to practise.” While he spoke, I kept wondering what other thing as left to explore or would be left to explore before we got married. I explained that I needed some rest as my wh0le body was in pain from excess drilling and

reminded him that he was massive below. He laughed and said, “Baby see, no pain no pleasure.

There is no pain with pleasure and vise versa. Pain and pleasure go together to make a perfect and complete sense.”

I didn’t understand one thing but he promised to let me be for some days but not without occasional blow jobs and hand jobs or even leg jobs yes, he taught me that too. How I could him to come with my legs as my hands without inflicting any form of injuries. Vincent was something else. Eventually, I left his house to go and inform my

parents further down south about him and pave way for an introduction. My old friends became old cargo because of the shopping Vincent took me prior to my departure. I bought things for everyone at home and my mother danced and praised God for answering our prayers. I stopped sharing public transport with people and took a drop everywhere, assuring my siblings that the next time I’d visit, I’d be driving my own car.

Marriage plans kicked off and Vincent found it easy to pay everything he was asked and added extra. I got to meet Vincent’s friends and funny enough they were not married yet, not any one of them. They nodded in approval when they got to know I was The One. The One? What did they mean by that? I didn’t want to ponder over it and give myself a heart attack.

After all, every man would have a number of

girlfriends but would eventually end up marrying one. Yet my concern was on how they kept staring at me and my buttocks especially, in a very suggestive way. Vincent didn’t seem to bother but instead kept high

shoulders. I decided not to make anything out of all

that, not to dwell on that, perhaps everything would

change after the knot was tied. The traditional marriage was the best my village had ever experienced. The pictures made rounds on all

my social media platforms I owned accounts, with

altered settings to keep off Nelly. Why I kept Nelly away nevertheless, still remained vague to me. She was happily married, which I never admitted, yet I didn’t want her around me. I didn’t want her to attend my wedding, neither to realise it was Vincent I was getting married to. I knew she

would find out soon but what did I care? I was waiting for the impending consequential drama.

We flew business class to Paris to shop for the

wedding and spent the succeeding weekend in

Switzerland. He assured me our honeymoon would be in Asia, with Dubai top on the list. I didn’t just fall in love with Vincent, I drowned in love for him.

On the eve of my wedding, just as I was about to

sleep, my phone started ringing. Vincent wouldn’t be calling me at this time of the night. Not after he had sneaked to my hotel for some quickie before leaving and calling to inform me he’d arrived his own hotel room. I ignored but the caller kept calling, four more times. I became worried and heaved myself off the bed to the socket and picked up the phone. “Mtcheeeeeeew!” I hissed a very long one and put my phone on silent. Nelly must have learnt of the wedding and was calling. I had been rehearsing for the drama but didn’t include ungodly hours in my practice. I dozed off moments later and woke up to a long sermon of how I was a traitor. She lamented pathetically in her text on how she had loved me so dearly but never understood why I hated her so much. She never thought I’d be going out with Vincent even

after her instincts had given her reasons to. I read her text and deleted it without a tinge of guilt.

Just as I was about to leave my hotel room to the waiting car, another text came in, after reading the text I became scared…

EPISODE 22
…Pathetically she lamented in her text on how she had loved me so

dearly but never understood why I hated her so much. She never thought I’d be going out with Vincent even after her instincts had given her reasons to. I read her text and deleted it without a tinge of guilt. Just as I was about to leave my hotel room to the waiting car, another text came in and it happened to be part of the first message that was hanging. It was Nelly telling me if only I had told her, I’d never have made the worst mistake of my life. Mmmmmmmmm! I became so scared and thought and thought of

calling her back to know what she meant but

before that a knock came on my door. I was running out of time.

“Will you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded

wife, to love and cherish, in sickness and in health,

for richer for poorer, and for better for worse, till

death do you apart?” The priest asked him.

“Yes I do,” Vincent replied​ with a broad smile.

“Will you take this man,” the priest turned to me and started reciting the creed. “To be your lawfully

wedded husband, to love and to cherish, in sickness

and in health, for richer for poorer and for better for

worse, till death do you part?” I stood meditating on Nelly’s text earlier. What if I say no and ran off from the church? What if I

refused to marry Vincent and flee to safety? Safety

from what? What did I know Vincent did wrong to

Nelly? Why was Nelly so pathetic about my union with him? What could it be I was missing? My heartbeat switched rhythm and eventually lost rhythm. “Nomsa?” Vincent’s voice startled me. I had been

engrossed in my meditation I didn’t realise everyone was waiting for me. “The priest is waiting.”

“Oh, okay.” I turned to the priest and smiled sheepishly.

He frowned and growled under his breath but loud

enough for me to hear, “the response is ‘yes I do’.”

“Oh, Yes I do. Sorry about that.” I turned and smiled

apologetically at Vincent who didn’t find it funny at

all. He kept a wrinkled temple even through to the reception while I smiled and remained cheerful. I had

resolved to put my fears behind me and enjoy my

day. It was only meant to come once. By dusk, it was all over and we were back in our hotel room. It was over and marriage had begun. The post

wedding party, according to my husband was for a

caucus. I was wondering what he meant by that but

he explained I should wait and see what he meant.

“But I have friends who’d want to be part of it too?” I

fussed “Of course you do but how much is your own

contribution to everything today? Tell me, what?

Have you not heard that he who pays the piper

dictates the tune? Don’t even try bringing anyone or you’d end up embarrassing yourself.”

While he was speaking he’d been undoing his

clothes. He started for the bathroom and paused at

the door. “And by the way, what was that stunt you

pulled there before the priest?” “What is that?” I asked. “Don’t even play dumb with me. You know, the ‘yes I do’ part? Like you hesitated.” I forced a chuckle through. I see that’s why you have been frowning all day. Hey, I was just overwhelmed. It

happens to a lot of ladies, especially those who can’t

believe they are marrying their dream man.” I angled

my head and smiled.

Oh really. He disappeared into the bathroom while I

sighed and collapsed on the bed, tired. We walked out to a loud roar from the ladies and gentlemen present. It was a casual c*cktail and poolside party. The men had jeans and t-shirts while the ladies wore skimpy dresses. Why did I call them dresses? Some had bikinis, what I call just p-nts and b-ra. Every man had a girl or two by his side and some even had three, I could finger about three of them like that. I was the holiest in a pair of bum shorts and a tang top. Altogether, there were about thirty people. “Alright ladies and gentlemen, with me here is the man of the day with his Cinderella,” a guy who had introduced himself to me as Bright at the wedding announced. “So we’re gonna be making a toast to their arrival so the party begins in a earnest.”

His words were met with another loud roar of praises and healing. Vincent smiled and waved them while I followed suit.

After the toast, he said a few words of appreciation

for honouring him on his wedding and presented me to them as “Our Wife”. I shot him an inquisitive stare but he never bothered to look at me. The ladies kept smiling and staring at me with an aura of acknowledgement. Somehow they kept me

uncomfortable.

Music came on and the dance floor opened. Some

people plunged into the pool and floated with the help of the rubbers on the water. A lot of people began approaching me and kept saying “welcome to the family.”

M What family were they talking about? I was wondering when a still small voice from the back of my mind whispered to me, “don’t you think you’re playing Nelly’s tape in your head? Do you like to keep this veil over your face? Can’t you see? These people are beautiful and love you so much, they are family. Just tell yourself, welcome home and put Nelly to shame.” The word Nelly injected vigour from nowhere into me. I felt doused with courage and regretted being deluded by Nelly’s text. From then onwards, it was grin upon grin, hug upon hug and pecks upon pecks from the gentlemen and ladies. I felt unleashed and ready to mingle. As I was basking in this new trend, unfortunately something very terrible happened…

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