WARNING: This Section nay contain graphic scenes and may only be suitable for mature readership.
Annie Marie
Chapter Two
Peter Mwansa’s good mood quickly vanished when he saw the living room light was still on as he parked his Pajero in the garage of his Kabulonga house.
The garage door was quickly opened by his wife, Patricia, looking extremely fat in her floral see-through night dress and ridiculous black hair net.
“Look at the time iwe chi mambala!” she screamed, running to him and grabbing the front of his striped blue shirt, dragging him out of the car.
An empty Trojan condom wrapper fell out of his lap, making him groan at his stupidity. Patricia let go of his shirt and leaned down to pick it up, her eyes bulging wide open.
Peter knew that nayikaba.
“That’s not mine! I don’t even know how it got into my pocket I swear!” he shouted defensively.
Patricia’s mouth opened and closed but nothing came out. Peter thought quickly, racking his brain with a possible explanation.
“Sweetie remember I told you that ama guys from work had invited me for a ka drink ku O’Hagan’s and so I decided to go but this guy Chris from our I.T department was with his girlfriend and he wanted to…you know…do her, so he asked for my car keys and I gave them to him so he could do his business. He’s the one who left that condom packet in the car and not me,” he babbled, his forehead breaking out in a sweat but congratulating himself for thinking on his feet.
Patricia continued staring at him, her eyes brimming with tears and the corners of her mouth drooping downwards as though she was about to cry.
Phew! He could deal with her crying because, let’s face it, she had been crying for years ever since she found out that he enjoyed having sex with other women, just not her all the time.
Without warning, Patricia screamed loudly and started raining her fists on his head, face and body.
The stupid woman was going to destroy his handsome face and he would not have it!
He quickly grabbed her by the throat and slammed her on the paved garage ground hard. Taking a deep breath, he started to kick her rapidly from her face, stomach and head.
“You disgusting bitch! Do you seriously think I can be satisfied with just fucking your fat ass day in and day out?” he screamed, kicking her feet viciously.
Patricia had curled up into a fetal position, her chubby hands held over her face to try and deflect the kicks her husband was dishing out.
“You want to know about that condom packet? Well I’ll tell you! I fucked a cute, tight assed chick I met at the club and boy was she sweet! She was everything you are not, from her portable figure to her beautiful face and she let me do her anyway I wanted,” he laughed crazily, kicking her exposed back.
“I’ll spend the night in the spare bedroom as usual and make sure my breakfast is on time tomorrow morning not like it was today,” he said, spitting on her.
Truth be told, he was tired of that fat bitch. No matter how many times he cheated on her and beat her up, she still managed to convince herself to stay with him. The only good thing about her was that she had given birth to her two sons and a little girl he was completely crazy about.
“It’s not like she can even leave me anyway,” he muttered to himself, opening the spare bedroom door and locking it behind him.
She was just a marketing officer who earned peanuts compared to his huge salary. She could never, ever leave him, he laughed loudly in the dark bedroom.
“Shani bashi Richard,” a deep voice greeted in the darkness, making him jump with fright.
He fumbled for the light switch, clicking it on and bathing the room into brightness. Seated on the edge of the king size bed was Mbuchi, Patricia’s older sister. Peter and his cousin Chinyanta had nick named her Butchi because she had the physique and face of a really butch guy and hard muscles to match. And she was a police woman. And here she was seated on his bed with three other big ass women standing beside the bed looking at him with rage on their faces.
Yakosa o.k, he thought, swallowing nervously and feeling his armpits sting with fear.
“You have been beating and cheating on my sister for over five years now mudala and I have turned a blind eye because she begged me to,” Mbuchi said quietly, getting up from the bed.
“I personally don’t see what’s so special about you so when I asked my friend here,” she pointed at the tallest of the three women who had a scar running over her left eye, “she suggested that it may be your joystick.”
She now stood a few inches away from him, and he hated the fact that he had to tilt his head up a little bit in order to make eye contact with her. Not only is the bitch muscled, but she was tall as well, he thought to himself insanely.
“Show it to me.” She said, folding her arms over her chest.
“This is ridiculous. Get out of my house!” he squeaked, humiliated that his voice had risen to a high pitch.
“I’ll give you two options mwami, either you show it to me yourself or I’ll make you show me,” she hissed at him.
This was a nightmare, he thought, his eyes darting everywhere in the hopes of an escape route to no avail.
“Suit yourself.”
Before he knew what was happening, she had grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and the waist band of his trousers, lifting him up and throwing him onto the bed.
“Gwilani tu manja bane,” she instructed her friends, pinning a stunned Peter to the bed by sitting on his straightened legs.
The three women worked quickly, two of them holding down his right hand while the other one held his left hand down.
Peter couldn’t believe that this was happening to him and in his own house! He thought of screaming for help but felt too embarrassed to do it. His brain was blank, incapable of offering any solution.
Mbuchi reached beneath the pillow his head was on and pulled out a pair of tailoring scissors and quickly cut through his trousers and boxers.
“Stop it! Stop this now! You have no right to do this in my house and I’ll call the police!” Peter screamed loudly, while the women laughed at him.
“We are the police mudala,” Mbuchi laughed pulling off the torn trousers and boxers and tossing them to a corner.
She reached into her trouser pocket and pulled out a see-through plastic containing a thick black powder.
“There is something they forgot to tell you when you married my sister, bashi Richard,” she sing-songed, opening the plastic and removing a razor blade, “they should have told you that our grandfather is a very powerful nganga who is very upset that you are mistreating his favorite granddaughter.”
Right before his shocked eyes, the nightmare was quickly turning into a horror as he watched Mbuchi expertly slice two straight lines on his shaft. He screamed with agony and the scarred woman placed a huge hard hand over his mouth, muffling the sound.
Mbuchi pinched two-finger full of the black powder and pressed the dark stuff on the cut lines, hurting him further.
Placing the packet back into her pocket, she told the other three women that they should start off.
Unlocking the door, Mbuchi turned back to Peter with a crafty smile on her face.
“What that powder will do to you bashi Richard, is that it will make you have a constant erection for one whole week. It won’t go away no matter who you try to sleep with and if you sleep with anyone other than your wife, you will remain glued together until my grandfather is fetched from the village. After the seven days, you will never have an erection with anybody else other than your wife.”
Peter watched them laugh as they shut the door behind them.
Shivering with humiliation, he sat up and thought of what to do next.
He had withdrawn forty thousand kwacha at the bank that morning and it was safely tucked away in his Pajero. He would use it to go to South Africa so that he could gather his thoughts and know how to deal with what happened to him.
Copyright © 2011 Tumfweko
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SHI DODO
July 10, 2013 at 8:42 am
Bshi richard kuicailafye you acted ****** as a marrried man your wife is your second mother
Lywell
July 10, 2013 at 8:50 am
OMG!!! next please, this is awesome…
Really?????
July 10, 2013 at 9:11 am
Really?????
bigbodybuilder
July 10, 2013 at 9:18 am
Excellent Tumfweko. This is good writing. What I suggest is you introduce the characters at the top of each Chapter. What has happend to Brian from Chapter 1 ? But the butch Policewoman with a muscled body is interesting. Keep it up.
CNP-4U
July 10, 2013 at 9:18 am
silly sister in law..anyways..bemba women can do that shit..
bmk
July 10, 2013 at 11:39 am
OOOOOOOOMMM!the sister in-law is evil she saw her sisters husband naked.
IONA
July 10, 2013 at 1:17 pm
Next chapter please, the story is interesting. Lusaka hustle for real.
kakolwe
July 10, 2013 at 1:20 pm
Very interesting. Shi Peter, its only coz you are a wimp. Hire some musclemen & plant that 1 week erection into the police sister so that her grandfather seperate you. Wailetelela wecipuba. Part 3?
bigbuttman
July 10, 2013 at 2:19 pm
It seems Peter is a weak shit. He is supposed to get his game on and begin pumping the chick ku matako as he does with his wife regularly. I hope he will be strong enough to handle these 3 big ass ladies at once. Part 3 cum quickly. Maybe his wife will catch him redhanded in the act enjoying it more than with her? Wicked sis in Law but what do you expect.
isaac
July 11, 2013 at 12:01 am
Very interesting.
swine
July 11, 2013 at 10:26 am
Zolywood material…do a ka movie kabili on the lines of kabanana!
isaac
July 11, 2013 at 12:01 am
Very interesting.
atishani
August 20, 2013 at 3:52 pm
mmmmmm….. am loving this! ba tumfweko you have my email ad, please let the author of this beautiful piece contact me
buga life 4 ever
August 20, 2013 at 4:05 pm
Atase, nigga love.
christetor
September 21, 2013 at 11:41 am
wow whee can i find these women i really need them for real.wat a gud idea not harmfull but useful big time.umwakashi mubi if not taken well.