I DEFILED MY SISTER

JAMES POV

James POV;

“Haven't I warned you, to stop interfering in my businesses?” Cynthia's voice thundered again. This time, smacking my forehead repeatedly, with the back of her hand.

“You want to appear as the messiah, as you always do. Huh?”

“Master Jesus. Captain save the world. Superman! How dare you let that filthy thing escape my grip after humiliating me, the way he did, last night, at the party? Your good for nothing head will pay for his, you Bastard!” Cynthia growled at my face.

I was beginning to feel flies perch on the bruises on my arms and my broken lips. Strength was leaving me in droves as each breath of the air I took, seemed like my last.

There's no doubt to the fact that my pleas has fallen on deaf ears. My head in pandemonium. My heart, thumping lazily as if it is contemplating which beat will be it last.

Can I have some water? I groaned in pains. But my request was greeted with a hard slap on the cheek, and a spat on my face.

“That's enough, Rambo. Untie the veil on his eyes, let him have the taste of my piss, since he desired for his thirst to be quenched.” Cynthia jeered. As the guys cheered aloud in wild frenzy.

Bright light illuminated my eyes for the first time after so many hours, revealing the environment I've been, all through the night. A thick, cloudy forest with shrubs and heavy trees in close romance. Packs of birds singing melodious nonsense as they roam about, freely.

Still tied to the tree, my gaze caught Cynthia. Her deceptive eyes were now red, filled with anger and hate. How can I be tied up this fiercely by someone I thought once loved me, to the point I am struggling this much to breathe? My thoughts wandered. I guess it is true, what they say; A woman's obsession, automatically turns to hate, if the reciprocation she desires isn't shown early enough.

I lifted my head to, again, beg for mercy, but Cynthia was already standing before me. Her Sharp eyes disrupted the thoughts I had in mind.

“You still look handsome, Jay. Despite all the punches and kicks that's been meted on you, your face is still smooth like a newborn.” She giggled. As her hands ran from my face to the hairs on my chest. Caressing my n*****s.

“I used to like you, you know… You had your opportunity to become the King Bee. What did you do with that? Huh? Now, look at you. Crying and begging for mercy. But the good thing is that I'm going to f**k you really hard, before sending you to hell, so you feel a bit of what I felt yesterday." On saying these; her palms immediately cupped the tip of my p***s, as I let out a grunt.

Cynthia continued with her horrendous laughter, she ordered that I be cut loose. I saw myself sprawl awkwardly on the floor like some discarded pack of trash. Her gang members jeered again, clustering their fingers, in festivity.

Reminisces of what happened yesterday flashed on my face as one of my favorite songs; “Ocean” by Hill song United, began to play in my thoughts. My lips nibbled, as it sang along;

“Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders, let me walk upon the waters wherever you would call me…Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander, And my faith will be made stronger In the presence of my Savior…Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders Let me walk upon the waters Wherever You would call me take me deeper than my feet could ever wander And my faith will be made stronger In the presence of my Savior”.

Flashes of the Superman punch, that hit Stephen on his jaw, flashed in my vision. As I become conscious of my environment again. Is Stephen still alive? My thoughts questioned, rhetorically. How do I leave here, I began to ponder.

For the first time in a very long while, my spirit led me to pray. I remembered there's a God in heaven, as my mum would always say. I prayed for strength, after pleading that my soul be forgiven. Furthermore, I prayed for mercy and grace, and even promised to depart from my bad ways, if God sends me a helper. My heart continued to reiterate the prayers to the point It didn't notice my lips whisper it faintly.

“Shut your mouth up!” I heard Rambo, the heftiest of the gang members, scream. Cynthia walked up to where I lay, rolled my body over, to face the sky, and her hand located my zip.

“Let me see what you have got in there, old boy.” She brought out my d**k and began to stroke it with her hands. This is pretty huge, I heard her quibble. My weak hands made attempt to stop hers, but she rather picked it and placed on her boobs, and commanded that I squeeze it. My refute attracted some spanks on my jaw, which left me with no choice than to do her bidding.

Sooner than I expected, my flaccid d**k began to gain life, and became fully turgid in no time. I noticed Cynthia bit her lower lips, in ecstasy. Her eyes lids flapped up dreamily, like she had a mint in her mouth, and was breathing in the freshness. Does any one of you have a d**k, huge and well molded as this, she turned to her gang members, they all began to mumble.

Come with me, she said, dragging me by my arm, until I was able to stand to my feet. She rested my back on a tree and began to feed me water. Receive the strength you need, to pound me to my satisfaction, she gasped as I drank from the bottle.

I became a bit rejuvenated. The strength I lost began to return to my body. Cynthia held me by the hand, and led me to a different fraction of the forest. Commanding her gang members to stay back, as I trudged wearily behind her.

My d**k continued to throb to the touches and the sight of the Cynthia's bare b**bs, Which furthermore pique her interest.

I can see, you too cannot wait to have a taste of my juicy pu**y, huh? Cynthia grinned as she, with the speed of light, mounted my waist, from the floor, where she made me lay. Directing my hard d**k to her va***a. Each heave of her thick bum to my thigh, produced a clap sound, as the both of us moaned away.

She continued on this position for a few minutes, until I requested for her to permit me to thrust in from behind, in a doggy style. She obliged without giving it a second thought.

I turned her around and slotted my hard d**k inside of her, which forced out a loud moan from her breath. I continued to thrust as quick as I could, and also inspecting for a weapon, I'd used to negotiate my freedom.

A Little far from where we stood was a sizable rock. A smash of it on her head will get her crashing on the floor, my mind suggested.

I made conscious moves to get us closer to the rock, Cynthia moved her waist sharply, slipping out my d**k from her p***y, like she read the thoughts on my mind, but it was already late for her, as I dived the way I've seen Jet Li do, in his movies.

The rock now in my palms, I lowered it heavily on Cynthia's skull. Her wince in pain rented the air, and I took to my heels.