The Punisher

Chapter one

My Name is Zitha Magasela the Daughter of Philani Magasela and Nompilo Zungu. My Mother is late, she passed on a few hours after giving birth to me. All I know is that there were complications, never really got down into details on what happened to her..

My father was the one who raised me, I heard when my Mother's family wanted to raise me he refused. He sent his family to pay damages, do imbeleko so that I could also take his surname the respectable traditional way..

I commend my father for taking up the responsibility of being a Single Parent, yes along the way there were times when my Mother's death caught up with me but Dad was always there. Loving and supportive.

We weren't always rich, my father struggled through in life to be where he is today. Quite frankly, we lived with his Parents until my early teenage years as he was trying to realize his dreams. He worked a lot of dead end jobs, then later on in life. Took a leap of faith and started his own business and it slowly progressed to where it is now..

He deals with dairy products, and recently he has added 100% fruit juice to the mix... Then on the other hand he has a soccer team and runs two orphanages.. He is my hero, They say "Perfection" doesn't exist but my Father is perfect in all ways. He is a good honourable Man, I look up to him.. There's just one slip up that he did, and that slip up. Her name is Rosina Mqhele-Magasela, they got married last year and it was the most expensive wedding I have ever attended. My Dad spent a million on it, she was too demanding... The age gap is also unsettling, he's 55 and she's 25.. Basically my Step Mother is 4 years younger than me.. She's a gold digging harlot that has trapped my Father with her Vagenda, because her v****a is the only thing she's contributing into this marriage..

I am a photographer and an artist, I have my own Art studio. It's not doing bad, but it could do better. Just that my country is not very strong on Art, it doesn't bother me much though. I am not struggling, My Daddy's money is always available..

It was a Sunday morning, and I was sitting on the high chair watching the morning news with a sketch book on the table and a few colouring Pencils. My portraits and the pictures I take, aren't just for decoration. They tell a story. They have a story behind them..

My Dad walked in his golfing outfit..

Dad: Princess

I took off my glasses..

Me: Good morning

He came and kissed me on my forehead. On

Sundays he plays golf with other rich people like him, his friends..

Me: One day I'll join you

He turned and looked at me.

Dad: That would be great, some Daddy and Daughter time would work good

Me: I'm just joking Dad, I don't even know what you do. I know you own a business but what is it that you do?

Dad: That's a disappointment

Me: I know you blabber about it all the time but what is it again?

I like teasing him..

Dad: I am in the dairy product business

Me: So amazing how milk makes one rich these days

He poured himself a cup of coffee..

Dad: It pays the bills, and runs the orphanages well so..

One orphanage is strictly for girls, the other one is strictly for boys. He doesn't wanna mix them, because most of the girls have been sexually violated before so their environment should be safe and comfortable. He takes in kids from the age of 2 years old - 18 years old, but when you 21. You should be out. Most of the kids who grew up in the orphanages are well off today, some have been adopted by international rich people, some are working or married with well off husbands. Some are overseas said to be working and studying. There's no kid from there that's currently struggling. I help out a few times, I love those little souls..

Dad: I'm going to take in infants too

Me: You are?

Dad: Yes.. I was speaking to some Nurse and she told me that most infants need homes

Me: You doing a great thing Dad, you give these kids hope and faith

Dad: All kids deserve to grow up in a healthy and safe environment

Me: That's why you are so rich, blessings on blessings

Dad: You can say that again, this week they are bringing in 20 orphans. 15 girls and 5 boys

Me: Do we have space?

Dad: We always have space because some are leaving next month to join their new families they have been adopted

I nodded..

Me: That's good

Dad: They are going to Singapore

Me: Do you do a background check on the people who adopt these kids?

Dad: Yes I do Zitha, some are celebrities. I would never give the kids to vultures

Me: I'm just making sure

Rosina walked in, in her white lace gown and feather white heels.. I sighed..

Roro: Good morning family

Dad: Good morning my love

Rosi: Zee

Me: What's up?

They shared a kiss..

Dad: I was just leaving to play golf

Rosi: Don't forget the dinner invitation tonight

Dad: Tonight?

Me: I have an Art exhibition tonight

Rosi: Zee you do a lot of those almost every month and we always there, this month we can't come

Me: Dad you know how important this is to me

Rosi: You 29, you don't need Daddy holding your hand through these exhibitions

Me: I'm sorry was I talking to you?

Dad: Okay!

He put his hands on Rosi's shoulders..

Dad: You know it's tradition to attend Zee's exhibitions every month, so we going there. Your friends can re-invite us for next week

I smiled..

Rosi: Her husband is leaving next week

Dad: Before he leaves

Rosi sighed, Dad kissed her on her cheek..

Dad: I'll see you girls later, don't kill each other

He made his way to the door..

Me: Don't you have a dress to pick out for tonight? The exhibition starts at 18:00. Don't be late!

She rolled her eyes and walked out of the room. I laughed...

PEGGY KUNENE

Me: "Sand prints from that place, and she didn't wanna go..."

I took the pen and fixed something..

I went ahead and played the guitar again..

Me: "Sand prints from that place

She didn't wanna go...

Trying to find a better place

Taking heart into a song..

Peggy's gone to Memphis

Trying to find another home..

Peggy needs some paper

But Peggy's outta luck.."

I stopped playing and glanced down at my guitar, when I heard someone clapping. It was my fiancé Lungelo. He was standing at the doorway.. I smiled at him..

Me: Did I wake you up?

Lu: No I was already up

He put his hands in his pockets. He was wearing his blue denim jeans, no t-shirt and he was barefooted..

Lu: That's a nice piece

Me: I'll be playing it tonight

Lu: It's really lovely

My Name is Peggy Kunene, but most of the time they call me Peggy-K. Especially where I play, at Nellie's Bar. I am 25 years old, working as a cook at some restaurant and also I perform part time at Nellie's Bar.

I love music, music is to me what milk is to coffee.. I have an older Brother, his name is Mendoza Kunene. He is currently in the United States, he's an FBI. He's been there since his early childhood years, left with his Father after the divorce. We have different Father's but was conceived by the same womb. He comes to visit and I've been that side too many times, that's where my love for music came by. By attending rock and country music concerts.. The plan was for me to move there but I couldn't leave my Mother behind, not after her two failed marriages. From Mendoza's father and my father. Both marriages messed up her mental state, she suffered clinical depression and is still on medication. She has a live in Nurse that my Brother pays every month, we opted for a live in Nurse after her last suicide attempt.. She's doing better now, therapy, medication and Yoga are really helping her.

Lungelo made his way to me, he took my guitar and placed it on the small table. He picked up my legs and laid them on the couch, then got in between them.. We've been together for 5 years and engaged for a year now, he's an accountant and pretty well off for a 30 year old..

Me: Stop it, I'm not even done composing

Lu: Well it's my time now

He kissed me on my neck, gently biting me in between. I am not a big fan of contraception pills nor the injection, I chose a loop. We have a mutual understanding on having kids later on, right now we are still career driven and trying to build a stable life before having kids..

He snuck his hand under my pj top, to massage my breasts. His lips came up to kiss mine.. He moved to kissing my cheek then whispered in my ear..

Lu: I love you so much

Me: I love you too

ZITHA MAGASELA

I had taken a shower and I was ready to go out to the Art Studio to start setting up for tonight.. I grabbed a croissant on my way out, passing Rosi lounging on the couch with a face mask and cucumber slices on her eyes..

Me: I'm gone

Rosi: Ohh I thought you were already gone

I rolled my eyes and walked out..

PEGGY KUNENE

I was leaning against the couch now, he was kneeling before the couch. My feet were stationary on the couch and wide open. He was massaging my c**t, and his tounge was at the entrance of my coochie. The tip of his tongue pushing in and out of my coochie, then running it around there. It was the most pleasuring moment, I enjoy the 4play more. Not that the s*x is off but the 4play is always amazing. I put my hand at the back of his head and pinned him against my coochie..

Me: Yes.. Yes.. Yes right there!

It's like my whole body was being electricutated with pleasure, I tried to hold still as I thought moving would run the pleasure out from my body.. I moved my hand and ran my hands from my tummy all the way up to my breasts. Massaging them and squeezing them as his tongue worked magic. I was even scared that I would come before we actually do it. He stopped and came back up to kiss me..

Lu: Was that nice?

Me: Ahaaaaa

He kissed me.. He gently slid himself in and I bit my lower lip with my arms around his neck. A breath escaped his lips as he slid in more deeper and deeper, stretching me to his satisfaction. He put both his hands under my legs and pulled me further to the edge, standing up straight. Then he wrapped my legs around him and started pumping me.

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To be continued01

My Name is Zitha Magasela the Daughter of Philani Magasela and Nompilo Zungu. My Mother is late, she passed on a few hours after giving birth to me. All I know is that there were complications, never really got down into details on what happened to her..

My father was the one who raised me, I heard when my Mother's family wanted to raise me he refused. He sent his family to pay damages, do imbeleko so that I could also take his surname the respectable traditional way..

I commend my father for taking up the responsibility of being a Single Parent, yes along the way there were times when my Mother's death caught up with me but Dad was always there. Loving and supportive.

We weren't always rich, my father struggled through in life to be where he is today. Quite frankly, we lived with his Parents until my early teenage years as he was trying to realize his dreams. He worked a lot of dead end jobs, then later on in life. Took a leap of faith and started his own business and it slowly progressed to where it is now..

He deals with dairy products, and recently he has added 100% fruit juice to the mix... Then on the other hand he has a soccer team and runs two orphanages.. He is my hero, They say "Perfection" doesn't exist but my Father is perfect in all ways. He is a good honourable Man, I look up to him.. There's just one slip up that he did, and that slip up. Her name is Rosina Mqhele-Magasela, they got married last year and it was the most expensive wedding I have ever attended. My Dad spent a million on it, she was too demanding... The age gap is also unsettling, he's 55 and she's 25.. Basically my Step Mother is 4 years younger than me.. She's a gold digging harlot that has trapped my Father with her Vagenda, because her v****a is the only thing she's contributing into this marriage..

I am a photographer and an artist, I have my own Art studio. It's not doing bad, but it could do better. Just that my country is not very strong on Art, it doesn't bother me much though. I am not struggling, My Daddy's money is always available..

It was a Sunday morning, and I was sitting on the high chair watching the morning news with a sketch book on the table and a few colouring Pencils. My portraits and the pictures I take, aren't just for decoration. They tell a story. They have a story behind them..

My Dad walked in his golfing outfit..

Dad: Princess

I took off my glasses..

Me: Good morning

He came and kissed me on my forehead. On

Sundays he plays golf with other rich people like him, his friends..

Me: One day I'll join you

He turned and looked at me.

Dad: That would be great, some Daddy and Daughter time would work good

Me: I'm just joking Dad, I don't even know what you do. I know you own a business but what is it that you do?

Dad: That's a disappointment

Me: I know you blabber about it all the time but what is it again?

I like teasing him..

Dad: I am in the dairy product business

Me: So amazing how milk makes one rich these days

He poured himself a cup of coffee..

Dad: It pays the bills, and runs the orphanages well so..

One orphanage is strictly for girls, the other one is strictly for boys. He doesn't wanna mix them, because most of the girls have been sexually violated before so their environment should be safe and comfortable. He takes in kids from the age of 2 years old - 18 years old, but when you 21. You should be out. Most of the kids who grew up in the orphanages are well off today, some have been adopted by international rich people, some are working or married with well off husbands. Some are overseas said to be working and studying. There's no kid from there that's currently struggling. I help out a few times, I love those little souls..

Dad: I'm going to take in infants too

Me: You are?

Dad: Yes.. I was speaking to some Nurse and she told me that most infants need homes

Me: You doing a great thing Dad, you give these kids hope and faith

Dad: All kids deserve to grow up in a healthy and safe environment

Me: That's why you are so rich, blessings on blessings

Dad: You can say that again, this week they are bringing in 20 orphans. 15 girls and 5 boys

Me: Do we have space?

Dad: We always have space because some are leaving next month to join their new families they have been adopted

I nodded..

Me: That's good

Dad: They are going to Singapore

Me: Do you do a background check on the people who adopt these kids?

Dad: Yes I do Zitha, some are celebrities. I would never give the kids to vultures

Me: I'm just making sure

Rosina walked in, in her white lace gown and feather white heels.. I sighed..

Roro: Good morning family

Dad: Good morning my love

Rosi: Zee

Me: What's up?

They shared a kiss..

Dad: I was just leaving to play golf

Rosi: Don't forget the dinner invitation tonight

Dad: Tonight?

Me: I have an Art exhibition tonight

Rosi: Zee you do a lot of those almost every month and we always there, this month we can't come

Me: Dad you know how important this is to me

Rosi: You 29, you don't need Daddy holding your hand through these exhibitions

Me: I'm sorry was I talking to you?

Dad: Okay!

He put his hands on Rosi's shoulders..

Dad: You know it's tradition to attend Zee's exhibitions every month, so we going there. Your friends can re-invite us for next week

I smiled..

Rosi: Her husband is leaving next week

Dad: Before he leaves

Rosi sighed, Dad kissed her on her cheek..

Dad: I'll see you girls later, don't kill each other

He made his way to the door..

Me: Don't you have a dress to pick out for tonight? The exhibition starts at 18:00. Don't be late!

She rolled her eyes and walked out of the room. I laughed...

PEGGY KUNENE

Me: "Sand prints from that place, and she didn't wanna go..."

I took the pen and fixed something..

I went ahead and played the guitar again..

Me: "Sand prints from that place

She didn't wanna go...

Trying to find a better place

Taking heart into a song..

Peggy's gone to Memphis

Trying to find another home..

Peggy needs some paper

But Peggy's outta luck.."

I stopped playing and glanced down at my guitar, when I heard someone clapping. It was my fiancé Lungelo. He was standing at the doorway.. I smiled at him..

Me: Did I wake you up?

Lu: No I was already up

He put his hands in his pockets. He was wearing his blue denim jeans, no t-shirt and he was barefooted..

Lu: That's a nice piece

Me: I'll be playing it tonight

Lu: It's really lovely

My Name is Peggy Kunene, but most of the time they call me Peggy-K. Especially where I play, at Nellie's Bar. I am 25 years old, working as a cook at some restaurant and also I perform part time at Nellie's Bar.

I love music, music is to me what milk is to coffee.. I have an older Brother, his name is Mendoza Kunene. He is currently in the United States, he's an FBI. He's been there since his early childhood years, left with his Father after the divorce. We have different Father's but was conceived by the same womb. He comes to visit and I've been that side too many times, that's where my love for music came by. By attending rock and country music concerts.. The plan was for me to move there but I couldn't leave my Mother behind, not after her two failed marriages. From Mendoza's father and my father. Both marriages messed up her mental state, she suffered clinical depression and is still on medication. She has a live in Nurse that my Brother pays every month, we opted for a live in Nurse after her last suicide attempt.. She's doing better now, therapy, medication and Yoga are really helping her.

Lungelo made his way to me, he took my guitar and placed it on the small table. He picked up my legs and laid them on the couch, then got in between them.. We've been together for 5 years and engaged for a year now, he's an accountant and pretty well off for a 30 year old..

Me: Stop it, I'm not even done composing

Lu: Well it's my time now

He kissed me on my neck, gently biting me in between. I am not a big fan of contraception pills nor the injection, I chose a loop. We have a mutual understanding on having kids later on, right now we are still career driven and trying to build a stable life before having kids..

He snuck his hand under my pj top, to massage my breasts. His lips came up to kiss mine.. He moved to kissing my cheek then whispered in my ear..

Lu: I love you so much

Me: I love you too

ZITHA MAGASELA

I had taken a shower and I was ready to go out to the Art Studio to start setting up for tonight.. I grabbed a croissant on my way out, passing Rosi lounging on the couch with a face mask and cucumber slices on her eyes..

Me: I'm gone

Rosi: Ohh I thought you were already gone

I rolled my eyes and walked out..

PEGGY KUNENE

I was leaning against the couch now, he was kneeling before the couch. My feet were stationary on the couch and wide open. He was massaging my c**t, and his tounge was at the entrance of my coochie. The tip of his tongue pushing in and out of my coochie, then running it around there. It was the most pleasuring moment, I enjoy the 4play more. Not that the s*x is off but the 4play is always amazing. I put my hand at the back of his head and pinned him against my coochie..

Me: Yes.. Yes.. Yes right there!

It's like my whole body was being electricutated with pleasure, I tried to hold still as I thought moving would run the pleasure out from my body.. I moved my hand and ran my hands from my tummy all the way up to my breasts. Massaging them and squeezing them as his tongue worked magic. I was even scared that I would come before we actually do it. He stopped and came back up to kiss me..

Lu: Was that nice?

Me: Ahaaaaa

He kissed me.. He gently slid himself in and I bit my lower lip with my arms around his neck. A breath escaped his lips as he slid in more deeper and deeper, stretching me to his satisfaction. He put both his hands under my legs and pulled me further to the edge, standing up straight. Then he wrapped my legs around him and started pumping me.