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  • Sold To Lord Of SEX (Chapter 1)

    Sold To Lord Of SEX (Chapter 1)

    Sold To Lord Of SEX Chapter 1

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    👩‍❤️‍👨 Sold To Lord Of SEX: ❣️

    My name is Brittany, 17 years old and this is my story of how my uncle sold me out to a séx Lord.

    Uncle Philip took me to his house in another state as soon as my parents died.

    My parents died in a car accident on their way to pick me up from school.

    It was one of my worst experiences because I cried myself into a stupor.

    Well after the buriāl of my parents. Uncle Philip, my father’s younger brother, offered to take me to the city and take care of me.

    I have to because I do not have anyone to stay with and Uncle Philip sold off my father’s mansion.

    He promised to use the money to sponsor my education. But what I got in return wasn’t what I expected.

    We arrived in Lagos late at night after traveling from Port Harcourt. We arrived at Uncle Philip’s house, where he showed me to the guest room.

    I slumped into bed after eating and taking a bath because I was exhausted.

    After a few hours’ sleep.

    I began hearing whispers. At first, I thought I was dreaming, but the voice persisted.

    “She is still a virgin, and she is a beautiful girl who the don will love,” said a familiar voice, undoubtedly Uncle Philip’s voice.

    “I doubt the don will like her; she is too tender to pass the boss’ test.” Another random voice I could not identify responded.

    “She is a virgin, and you know what that means,” Uncle Philip exclaimed desperately.

    At this point, I knew I was not dreaming. I stood up from my bed, knowing they were at my door.
    I could hear them because the door was halfway open.

    “All right, I will pay ten million naira if the don likes her.”

    Realisation struck me that uncle Philip is about to sell me off.

    My heart rate increased.

    “As fear gripped my chest, my heartbeat changed to a frantic drumbeat, pounding out a desperate rhythm. Thud, thud, thud… Each pulse felt like a sledgehammer hitting my ribcage, echoing throughout my body with a sense of urgency. It was as if my heart was racing to escape the terror that had taken hold, pounding out a warning signal that danger was near. The rapid-fire beats seemed to scream, ‘Act now! Run! Hide!’ My chest tightened, my breath quickened, and my senses went on high alert as my panicked heartbeat drove me to respond to the threat.”

    “We will come for her at sundown tomorrow; make sure to keep her safe, or you will face the consequences.” The strange guy muttered.

    “She will not escape,” Uncle Philip assured.

    And then I heard footsteps; obviously, they had finished talking. And heading out.

    I can’t wait for tomorrow. I need to leave right now.

    I was certain the footsteps had faded away. And uncle Philip has returned to his room.

    I stood up from the bed and tiptoed into the living room.

    I grabbed the key from the center table and moved towards the door.

    About opening the door.
    When I felt something on my head.

    “Dont move or I’ll shoot you” Came uncle Philip husky voice.

    “I gulp nervously when I see a gun pointed at me.

    TBC!!

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  • Being His SEX Doll (Episode 1)

    Being His SEX Doll (Episode 1)

    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

  • Married To Mr Handicap (Chapter 1)

    Married To Mr Handicap (Chapter 1)

    Married To Mr Handicap Chapter 1

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    👩‍❤️‍👨 Married To Mr Handicap CHAPTER ONE: 💞🤰

    🔸(PREGNANT FOR A BEAST🤰) 🔸

    ANGEL’S POV

    I bent down mobbing my step sister Lucy’s room when she threw some dirty stained pants at me.

    “Wash my panties make you iron am” Lucy my step sister said to me throwing her dîrty undies at my face.

    “Ah ah na, you do not have to throw them at me; you could have just told me with your mouth,” I mumbled, removing the dîrty pants from my face that was stained with her menstrual blood.

    She gave me a dîrty slap on my face making stars leave my face due to the slaps.

    “You dey kolo” (abusive words), she roared.

    “How dare you question my orders?” I see say you Don the grow wings but before the wings go Carry you fly I go break am down for you stūpid girl” She said and walked out of the room, leaving me standing there sniffing my nose and trying to hold back the tears that had welled up in my eyes.

    This is how I have been treated by my step mom my dad and my step sister. Even though I am a year older than Lucy, my stepmother will always force me to do whatever she says.

    Just then, the door swung open, reveling. Mother Oma my step mom with a leather belt in her hands obviously Lucy has gone to lie against me. Lucy walks in with a sad expression, just as predicted.

    “You this witch, do you have the guts to slap my daughter, abi?” she asked.

    “No, ma, it was Lucy who slāpped me; I did not slap her back….

    Before I can conclude my statement.

    She used the iron side of the belt to wipe my head. She started using it to fl0g me all over my body as I screamed and cried from the pain.

    Lucy urged her mother to flōg me even more.

    It was evening time, and I had finished doing the laundry and preparing dinner which my step mother deprived me of eating. I laid on the torn mat I placed in the corner of the barn while the goat all rested at the other corner I guess the goat are used to my presence cos each time I laid my torn mat, the goat will move away to another corner. I was crying silently

    When my step mother came to the goat room where I use to sleep since I was deprived from sleeping in the main building, saying I am ugly as the goat and also stinks as goats so I belong with the goat.

    I step out of the cramped room as she waits for me outside for me covering her nose from the smell of the barn.

    “I am here, ma,” I said, as she smiled sheepishly at me removing her hands from her nose.

    “Angel, you know you are a fine girl?” She grained, but I remained mute, not finding her character amusing.

    “Come, prepare to go to your husband’s house; your bride price has been paid for your father.” She said, rubbing my back.

    I was frozen, unable to believe what she meant by “my bride price has been paid?”

    “But I do not remember getting married, and I am not going anywhere,”I said.

    “You must Angel, your sister Lucy, and your brother Paul need to go to university, so we must use the money to send them there.”

    Tears flowed from my eyes. Knowing that I have no one to run to. My father is not a good man; he also joins my stepmother in mistreating me.

    “Do not stand there” “The Lucas are coming to take you away tomorrow night,” she explained.

    Immediately, I heard the Lucas I went completely blank. Let it not be the same Lucas I’ve been hearing ne.gative things about since I came to this city. Or am doom
    I sobbed.
    Wondering why they h@te me this much.

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    TO BE CONTINUED

  • My Aunty Made Me A Sex Worker (Chapter 1)

    My Aunty Made Me A Sex Worker (Chapter 1)

    My Aunty Made Me A Sex Worker Chapter 1

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    👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🤷 My Aunty Made Me A Sex Worker CHAPTER ONE: 💋💞

    My name is Pie and this is my story of how my aunt made me a séx worker.

    I left the village for Abuja to stay with aunty Mona. Immediately my dad diëd.

    I was helping mother with farm works initially just to save money for my school.

    I was done with my Junior high school left with my senior high classes when Dad took ill and diéd.

    It was difficult for my mother and me because my father was the sole provider. He never let mother work.

    When he died, my mother and I were left with nothing to fall back on because my father brother took his only land and taxi from mother.

    I was unable to resume school for one term because the money my mother and I earned from farm work was insufficient to begin my studies.

    It was a huge relief when Aunt Mona came to the village and decided to take me to the city to further my education.

    Mum was overjoyed and said good prayers for Aunt Mona.

    I, on the other hand, was ecstatic because I would be visiting the city for the first time, confirming all of the positive things that had been said about it.

    **

    We arrived in the city and were greeted with a breathtaking view.

    I have read many positive things about the city in my textbooks. But I never imagined how beautiful it would be in reality.

    The journey from my village to Abuja was long, but we eventually arrived at Aunty Mona’s massive duplex.

    It was breathtakingly beautiful and magnificent; I had never seen a house as large, well-built, and furnished as this one. Even the village Chief’s house, which is quite large and much admired by the villagers, cannot compare to this.

    **

    We got out of the car, and some hefty men approached to take our bags inside. While I followed Aunt Mona closely behind.

    I was greeted warmly, and all of the employees made me feel at home. Everything was going great until a week later. Aunt Mona entered my room for the first time since she had brought me from the village.

    She instructed me to dress up because she was taking me somewhere. I was wondering where she was taking me.

    I stood up from bed to get dressed.

    TO BE CONTINUED