The Misery Of Mutinta


Her husband came back later in the night and blew the horn of his car very loudly signalling me to come outside and bring in the foodstuffs he bought.
I wore my slippers and went out to bring in the foodstuffs immediately.
There was one bag of rice, one carton of tin tomatoes, some onions and a host of other condiments to be carried in,side.

I carried a 10Kg bag of rice first, followed by the carton of tin tomatoes and then I came out to carry the last batch of the condiments he bought when he smuggled a polythene bag into the bag and signalled me that the polythene was mine.
I carried the condiments in,side and codedly took the polythene into my room.

“Let me see that bag you’re carrying into your room!” Madam intercepted abruptly from the door of the master bedroom.
I froze with fear and my legs wobbled.
“Those are the detergents I gave her to use and wash our bedsheets,” He intervened immediately joining us in the corridor.
Madam went back into the master bedroom while I returned to my small room with the polythene.
in,side the polythene was a Meat pie, one chicken lap, popcorns, 500g ice cream and canned drink.

The sight was so appetising that I instantly started from the meat pie without delay.
The meat pie was very sweet and I nearly bit my fingers while devouring it.
The chicken soon followed and was extremely delicious. It was well spiced and grilled and I munched the entire lot in no time.
Then I washed it down with the cold drink and cleaned my mouth.
I folded the polythene bag with the empty can and disposed it into the dustbin.
I felt happy and well catered for by the big man even though my madam the Jezebel of the house was still around.
Around 9pm the family had dinner and went to bed.

I stayed back to clear and wash the utensils used for the dinner before having my own dinner.
Then I went to bed.
Around 1.00am midnight, the big man sneaked in as usual and I woke up when I felt his hands gliding up and down my wa-ist and bumbum.
He had earlier suggested to me to stop wearing p-nt to bed in order to make things easier and faster without having to start fiddling up and down in the darkness trying to remove p-nt.

I took heed of his suggestion and from that day onwards I stopped wearing p-nts to bed.
So when he came in that night, their wasn’t any blockade on the way so he felt my entire body with his hands and savouring the soft contours soon got himself ar-used.
Then he penetrated me.
His thr-sts were sharp and forceful and filled with lust.
Before I could count to 20, he started gro-ning and jerking spasmodically as his thr-sts became involuntary and I felt warm liquid spurt into my w-t can-l.
After that he became still and withdrew himself, got up and left for his master bedroom.

“I will be travelling for a conference tomorrow morning to come back on saturday,” I overheard him telling Madam the next morning.
I was mopping up the toilet and bathroom when I heard him telling madam about the travel.
I felt bad.

The fact that he didn’t deem it necessary to tell me about his impending travel last night when he sneaked into my room to enjoy my honey pie made me feel humiliated and insignificant.
I felt real bad.
With annoyance and subdued fury I continued with the toilet I was mopping.
It dawned on me that even though he sneaks into my room every night in pursuit of my honey pie, he had no regard for me.

The thought alone vilified me. But then that was by the way.
The main matter on ground was the fact that he was travelling which meant that madam now had the entire house to herself and woe unto me I was in big trouble.
From what I overheard, he was going to be away for about one week and that for me meant one week of agonizing terror.
With me and madam alone in the house with the kids, revenge was not far-fetched.
It was an ideal opportunity for madam to do whatever she wanted with me and I trembled as the thought crossed my mind.
I was scared.
Madam was capable of anything not to talk of when he wasn’t around.

But I had no other options than to face my fate.
That night, he sneaked into my room once again as usual but this time I refused to open for him.
He was surprised and asked me what the problem was of which I instantly told him that I wanted to travel with him.
He laughed cupping his mouth with his left palm to block off the sound.
He informed me that it wasn’t going to be possible for me to travel with him because of obvious reasons.

Rather he advised me to be of my best behaviour so that madam won’t see reasons to punish me unnecessarily.
I informed him that I wasn’t happy with the fact that he didn’t tell me about his travel the other night that he came to my room and he apologised saying that it escaped his mind.
I didn’t know what else to say again than to open my legs for him so he had his way.
By the time I woke up the next morning, his luggage had already been packed and was waiting for me to carry them into the car.
By 9am that morning, he left.
“Mutinta!” My madam called me as soon as he zoomed off.
“Yes ma,” I answered with immediate urgency.

“Will you carry your dead decaying body to this place before I close and open my eyes,” she commanded.
I ran into the master bedroom to answer in obedience.
“As you can see,” she began. “He just left for a conference and will not be back until next two weeks,” she continued. “If you want this house to accommodate the both of us atleast until he comes back, I think its high time you started telling me the truth about what my husband went to do in your room last night that I don’t know about…”


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