Being His SEX Doll Episode 1
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👩❤️💋👩 Being His SEX Doll EPISODE ONE: 💞
Tëars stream down my cheeks. I was beginning to regret leaving the orphanage in the first place.
“Let me go!!” I yelled, but the two held me down while the other guy zipped off his pants.
He was about to insert his long black dck into my pssy when we heard the gunshot. Note this story belongs to Peter’s Gracuous stories.
"Who be dat?” (Who is that?) We heard a husky muscular voice and a touch light flashing into the building. The person's footstep draws closer.
This story is written by Peter’s Gracuous Stories
“We Don enter hot soup o! E be like say na akelaba d come oh!” it seems it’s the police that are approaching us” one of the boys said as the other guy zip up his pants. They let go of me and Instantly the three guys run jumping down the window.
I felt relieved, as it was a narrow escape.
The person got into the building, and walk up to me flashing me the blinding touch light that shine brightly like that of village hunters going for hunting at the dusk of the hamattan.
I adjusted my torn gown to cover my pants as I tried to seat up.
“Small girl wetin carry u come here?” (what brought you here, little girl?) He asked as he got to me diming the touch light.
I couldn’t answer. I kept sniffing my nose as hot, fat tears streamed down my cheeks. Seeing that I wasn’t saying anything but rather crying the elderly man in a vigilantes uniform said.
“My child here is too risky for you to stay at this time of night; come, let me take you home; perhaps tomorrow morning you will find your way.”
I looked up and nodded at him; after what almost happened to me, I do not think I will spend the night here again. Who knows, those tugs might have raped me to death if he had not arrived. I know I don’t have to trust anyone, but I have to trust someone. This story is part of Peter’s Gracuous Stories.
I nodded at him as he led me down the lonely dark street. My heart pounded as I followed behind him, but I was comforted by the sight of his shining touch light, which shines brightly like the moon during the dry season.
After some minutes of trekking, we arrived at a small compound with old buildings. He led me into one of the rooms.
He knocked at the door three consecutive times before the door got open by a women probably in her late 30s
Before opening the door completely, she opened it halfway and gave us a quick glance.
“Welcome, my husband” She greeted.
“Thank you, my wife, I bring visitor come na only this night she go spend with us” He said to the wife.
I was led into the room after the woman glared at me from head to toe. It was a small room with no bed. I could see his children, about five of them, lying on the mat that had been spread on the cement floor.
“Take this cloth make you wear” The woman handed me a native materia gown.
I accepted and wore it. I wanted to throw up because the cloth smelled so bad, but I kept myself from doing so.
I was given a wrapper, which I spread across the corner of the room and slept off after saying my prayers.
I regret leaving the orphanage. But I won’t go back.
TO Be Continued
