A Story Written By Nitefury …
“Guys, how do I go about this task now?” Emem asked his friends when they got back to their apartment later that night. “Saturday is just one week from now” he added wondering how he would be able to pull that stunt.
“Omo relax jare, you got the easiest task yet you are whining like a baby” Jide answered 
“You call kidnapping easy? A matured lady. In this Lagos?” He asked angered by the nonchalant respond Jide gave him.
“Guy relax jor. I wonder what your response would have been if you had picked going to the cemetery to exhume and behead a corpse” Chucks shot back at him.
“What did you say? Was that the task given to you two?” Emem asked surprised and shocked 
“We’re the Night Crawlers, The undertakers, we do unconventional stuffs. We’re the most dreaded brotherhood in the West coast dude, so you don’t expect to get easy tasks. You have to prove that when it matters most, you’ll be up to the task. Ain’t that right Raven?” Jide said asking Chucks who was christened Night Raven. 
“You’re right Rider” Chucks replied him calling his fraternity name, Night Rider. “Don’t worry, since we’re the ones who brought you, it is expected that we’ll help you with whatever task you pick” Chucks added, addressing Emem 
“Yea.. That’s why we’re brothers. The point is we got your back always. And you must always watch ours too” Jide reassured him smiling and nodding.
“Thanks guys.. So what’s your plan? How do we go about it”? Emem thanked and asked his pals
“Jide, what do you think?” Chucks redirected the question to Jide who always had solutions to almost every situation they find themselves in the past 
“I’ll have to see one of my dad’s taxi drivers and collect his car that day. Since he’s among those who make weekly returns to me, I’ll ask him to take Saturday off. Then we’ll go to Berger or Ojota and pick up one of those girls coming to Lagos for the first time. E no dey hard to know who be JJC… Guy abeg I wan sleep, we go plan later” Jide said crashing on his bed.
“The Rider himself, see as the tin just dey flow like say you already know say na like dis e go happen” Chucks hailed his friend for coming up with such brilliant idea. “Guy chop knuckle” he offered. 
“So what will even happen to her?” Emem asked a bit worried 
“Dude you don get the girl?” Chucks asked him in anger.
“No like that, just…” Emem replied but was cut short by Chucks 
“Guy go to bed. Your worry should be getting the girl first and not what will happen to her” Chucks answered him. 
******

That was last week. The D.day had finally arrived and the time is 10:30 pm at Ojota park. Jide parked the Car just outside the entrance of the park like he was waiting for someone. Being familiar with how things worked around the park and with a registered taxi, he got no disturbance from the touts there. Chucks was seated at the front seat with a bag on his leg which suggested he had just arrived Lagos. 
Emem sat down by a food vendor just at the entrance of the park eating. From where he sat, he had a view of the taxi and other buses arriving the park to drop passengers arriving Lagos. They’ve been here for the past thirty minutes and Emem was already nervous. Jide dressed in a Yoruba attire with cap to go sat on the hood of the taxi like most drivers do. From this position, he screened travelers, looking out for the perfect prey.
Each time a bus dropped passengers, he’ll approach looking for a potential victim while acting like he was looking for someone he was waiting for. He succeeded in speaking to a lady who looked like one in her mid to late 20s but turned out she wasn’t travelling alone. Her male partner was yet to alight when he approached her. Then a Nissan Civilian bus pulled up and a woman and a young girl alighted. Initially he felt they were together, so he sat back on the car hood. But when he saw the girl talking to the lady in a way that suggested she was seeking directions, he approached them. They were indeed lucky he thought.
*****
IMA
“Excuse me ma, which way is it to the army barracks” she asked the lady who had alighted from the bus with her.
“Which army barracks?” she asked Ima
“Ojo army barracks” she replied 
“Wow.!!. You are so far off. Why then did you stop here? This is Ojota and not Ojo. You should have followed the bus up to Mile 2 where you would have joined another bus which would drop you at the barracks. Your best bet is to join a bus going to Oshodi now, from there to Mile 2 and to Ojo” the woman answered her like she expected her to know all those places she was mentioning.
But she kept staring blankly at the lady who was obviously in a hurry to get home herself. “I don’t know my way around ma” she finally revealed.
“You’re new in Lagos?” she asked with Ima nodding in affirmation. “You should have said that now.. The best thing to do is to get a taxi driver to take you directly to the barracks. Only it’s gonna costs you much more” With that she grabbed her things and was about to point to where taxis where parked when a driver approached them.
“Good evening ma.. Where Una dey go?” Jide asked certain that the woman wasn’t with the girl. 
“How much you go carry this girl go Oji barracks?” the lady asked him 
“Only the girl or are you not following” he asked pretending not to have understood her initial statement 
“I say the girl. Yes only her” the lady replied in a way that suggested she was already angered by the fact that helping the girl was wasting her time. Something that forsaken driver of their bus had already done on their way.
“Ok sister, make you pay N5. Time don go already ma” he said addressing the Ima as “sister” and the woman as ma
“Is that ok with you? Its already late and before long there’ll be no one around here again” the woman asked and told Ima
“No problem. Thanks ma” she replied as the woman turned and left without acknowledging her thanking her. The taxi driver collected her and then led the way to his cab. 
Opening the door for her to get in at the back, she saw another guy sitting in front with a shuttle bag on his lap. Then there was a second shuttle bag on the other part of the backseat of the cab. She wondered if cabs in Lagos worked differently from those in Calabar. Why was he collecting that much if he was carrying other passengers? Because she had felt as its the norm, she’ll be the only passenger. Well, te lady talked about the place being empty in a few minutes time and looking at her wristwatch, the time was already some minutes to 11pm. 
Opening the driver’s door, he entered and told the guy sitting in front “Oya o.. Go and call your brother lets go. It’s late already”. She watched the guy alight and walked to a roadside food vendor to call someone. It didn’t take up a minute, and she saw him walking back with someone who opened the other side of the car and got in.
“Sorry oh.. driver. I no chop for road and hungry no gree wait make I reach house” the guy apologized to the driver. Then turning to face her, the guy greeted her “good evening my sister. Sorry you had to wait for me”
Faking a smile, she politely greeted the guy saying a simple “Good evening”. He smelt of local gin and she wondered why he was drinking while he said he was hungry. 
As they left the park and moved on the highway, the road became a bit empty safe for big lorries and buses. They had barely been on the road for up to five minutes when suddenly the guy who sat behind with started coughing and sneezing like he had flu. 
“Sorry” she said to the guy who kept on coughing while reaching and searching for something inside bag. In her head she concluded the young boy must be an addict to local gin which is definitely eating him up from the inside.
“Thank you” he managed to say whilst still coughing. He then brought out a white handkerchief from the side purse of his shuttle bag and folded it like he was going to cough in it. 
Then without warning, she saw him charged at her bringing his left hand which contained the handkerchief. By the time it landed on her face blocking her nose, through the corner of her eyes, she saw him change into a kneeling position on the seat as he applied force on his grip on her face. By the time she realized that the handkerchief was obviously soaked in chloroform, she had lost consciousness. As a science student back in FGGC Calabar, they done several Biology practicals where they had to sedate lab rats or rabbits using chloroform. She still remembered the smell. 
****

She woke up to the feel of cold water being poured on her face. Feeling the need to wipe the water off her face, she attempted to move her hand but realized she couldn’t. Her hands were tied behind her body. The room was dimly lit but she was able to see the feet of the person who poured the cold water on her face standing next to her. 
“It’s game time guys, I told you she’ll wake up” she heard the familiar voice say to the rest with other voices saying things she couldn’t hear clearly. But the were obviously happy at the announcement made by their partner in crime. She felt slight headache because of the aftereffect of the chloroform she had inhaled.
“Raven, come give me a hand to hold her up” the voice said as he dropped the cup he must have poured the water from on a table. 
“Please, I beg in the name of God don’t hurt me” she begged and began to sob as the Raven guy came over and together they lifted her into a standing position. The first thing she noticed was the guy were six in number. The room on the other hand looked abandoned, or like it was hardly been used. There was a table next to where she stood, about four chairs and a center table at one end where the rest of the gang sat playing cards.
“Drop her on the bed and untie her hands” she heard a voice command the two guys holding her up. That was when she noticed there was a bed behind where they stood. 
Dropping her on the mattress, she picked up a smell that suggested the mattress was very dirty. Though that was the least of her problem as she kept pleading and sobbing. The guy who poured water on her began to untie her hands. Once her hands were free, she made to sit up on the bed but was roughly pushed back down by the Raven fella. 
“For your own good, stay quiet” she heard the guy instruct. Nodding her head that she understood, she kept pleading in low tunes. Then she saw the remaining guys move and stood around the bed, six in all. She couldn’t and refused to believe she was about to be violated by not just one, but possibly six guys. She saw clearly the guns being brandished by three of her assailants. 
Then the voice that had instructed she be placed on the bed said “Rookie, I must confess you got a pretty young catch. Now get your Buttocks on that bed and take her. Prove to us you’re worthy of being a Night Crawler”
That was when the other guys moved away from the bed and she sat up begging them, none paid her any attention. No one moved as the Rookie guy hesitated. She began to plead with her arms stretched out in front of her as she wondered who was the Rookie. Some 10 seconds later, the Raven dude pushed a guy forward and she immediately knew that was the Rookie. As he moved closer to the foot of the bed, she saw him unbuckle his belt and pushed his trouser down. He had his shirt and boxers on as he moved into position on the bed. 
Though his colleagues where there, the idea of the initiation rite was for him to single handedly force himself into the girl. Holding her feet with both hands, he attempted to spread her legs apart but she quickly shut her thighs together. Coiling into a ball on her side, she bent her knees upward with her arms crossing her chest as if to protect her breasts. 
He had been smoking weed ever since they arrived because he had been told he would have to violate the girl first. Before she was abducted, he had been taking local gin to boost his moral and remove all forms of fear or pity. Being well built and muscular, he forced her legs open as she trashed around the bed moving up until her head touched the wall with no where else to go. She was able to pick up the smell of gin and concluded this was the guy at the backseat of the cab with her.
Pinning her left leg with his right knee on the bed, he pushed her right leg down and and reached under her dress to pull her out panties as she kept struggling and pleading. When she wouldn’t let him have his way, he slapped her and dragged her downward towards his waist. Pressing his body on hers as his colleagues cheered on, he held her by the throat like he was going to strangle her. As she began to choke and relax due to his grip on her neck, he used his Joystick to push her panties aside. Guiding his Joystick to her opening, he jammed his Joystick into her dry pvssy. 
Despite the grip on her throat, Ima still managed to let out muffled screams as she felt the pain spread all over her body. As she struggled to breathe due to his death grip on her neck, beads of sweat ran down her face. Realizing that the more she struggled, the more the guy increased his grip on her neck thereby making breathing difficult for her, she stopped struggling. The guy made quick but short thrusts into her and within 5 minutes, that looked like 5 hours, he began to explode inside her pvssy. As he climaxed, he again held her throat firmly each time he thrust forward with her having her struggling to cough. 
All Ima had ever known was the act of love making because Jama never forced himself into her. She had always been wet (thanks to his foreplayy), whenever he made love to her. This was a whole new feeling. An unpleasant one at that because her pvssy was as dry as the Sahara. Some thirty seconds after he began to erupt in her, the Rookie guy stood up to the cheers and approval of his gang. She coiled up again and continued sobbing while pulling down her dress to cover her abused. The leader began to address the guy.
“You have proven that you are up to task and world definitely represent the Night crawlers. Having passed all three rites, by the powers bestowed on me, I hereby officially christen you “Nightshade” and declare you a Night Crawler. Welcome to the brotherhood” the leader said. After which he used his left hand to tap Emem’s shoulder six times with the rest of the gang doing same. 
As she sobbed, she wanted to believe it was over by she knew deep down it was far from being over. Her fears where confirmed when the leader said “Rider, Raven, Hawk, Night Owl, lets share from Nightshade’s spoils”. With that she began to hear them unbuckle their belts as she watched the one who poured her water pull down his trouser to reveal what was a monster Joystick. Somehow she believed that was the driver, referred to as Rider. Though he had struggled to speak English back then, the voice was the same even though he had changed his attire.
Just as Emem was beginning to feel good with himself for finally being able to go through with it, he heard the girl say in Efik “Oh my God, is this how you chose to punish me?”. He was stunned by the realization that with the aid of his friends, he had just kidnapped and violated his townswoman. What ever was left of his hardness due to the hemp and gin flew out the window as he was filled with guilt and regrets. But there was nothing he could do to stop his gang from gang raping the girl. 
Raven and Rider held her hands apart while two other guys, Night Owl and Nighthawk held her legs apart in an eagle spread position on the bed. The driver/Rider then pulled out a knife, took it to her throat and said “If you wanna live up till tomorrow, just lay your Buttocks still. If you move, struggle or kick, that would signal the end of your story. Do you understand me?” she nodded affirmatively with teary eyes. 
With that he passed the knife to the leader who was already on the bed between her thighs. She just closed her eyes tight and continued begging them just as the leader began to cut her dress from the hem to the top. The guys on her side pulled the torn dress apart as the leader began to föndle her bra clad Bosom saying “Damn guys, it would have been a sin not for us not to partake in this sweet cake”. Done föndling, he used the knife to cut her panties and then pulled the material off from under her body. 
He asked the guys holding her leg to release them. He then held her by the ankles and lifted her legs up. She felt a thick Joystick head probe her pvssy opening and before she could brace herself, she felt it pushed into her pvssy. Unlike Hitler’s, this guy’s Joystick just had a big head but was short in length. Hence, his thrusting was short but very hard and fast. With each forward thrusting, she kept screaming into the palms of the driver/Rider who now covered her mouth.
Aside this new guy’s Joystick being short, Nightshade’s Pour served as a lubricant thereby reducing the pains she felt because of her dryness. Though that was the physical pain, the emotional pain was still unbearable to her. Then he climaxed.
The driver/Rider was next. As he raped her, he grabbed her Bosom in a painful manner, using them to propel his weight upward sending his Joystick far up her abused pvssy. He continued until he came.. Raven was next after the driver/Rider
After Raven, Nighthawk took position, and lastly Night Owl. Different Joystick sizes, different time spent on her and different amount of Pour produced. Everything lasted about 1 hour and each time anyone withdrew, she felt Pour spill down through her butt hole. By the time the Raven was climaxing, she was so exhausted. She realized it was absolutely pointless struggling because she believed she would be killed at the end. The last two two had their way without anyone holding her. She began pleading with her last strength “kill me. Kill me. Just kill me please”.
*****

Most times they just dump their victims along the Lagos-Abeokuta highway but Emem pleaded they take her back to town where she could get help easily. After much pleading, Chucks and Jide agreed.
*****
6am, some four hours after the Molest ended, she woke to the feel of someone tapping her. She saw that she had been lying on the corner of the walk way. About 5 persons had gathered around her while other passersby looked and went on. As she sat up, she became conscious of the fact that her body was exposed save for the ruined dress still on her body. She pulled the two part together covering her Bosom and thigh as she looked at the people who where asking her questions she couldn’t understand. She was lost.
As her senses returned, she realized that the people who were talking to her were obviously going to church courtesy of the bibles in their hands. Her bag was by her side and she began to cry. “There were six of them… There were six of them” she kept saying and shaking. 
“What’s your name? Six of who? What happened to you? Where you raped?” were some of the questions the people kept asking her as she sobbed. 
Then she heard a familiar voice scream “The blooooood of Jesus… Imabong”. Everyone turned around to see who the new comer was.
*****

Having arrived her house in Yaba some minutes after 11pm, Mrs Margaret Etuk bathed her baby then herself. Fixing herself and the child a simple meal of sliced bread and cold tea, she had hit the bed crashing immediately. The sales girls staying with her weren’t expecting her so they didn’t prepare an keep any food for her…
The next morning she woke exactly by 5:30am and began to hurry up so she wouldn’t be late for the 6am mass she usually attended. 
****

She just alighted from the bus at Jibowo and was about to cross the road when she saw about 5 persons gathered around a young girl sitting on the floor. Conscious of time and not wanting to be late, she wanted to go her way. But her soft and compassionate side compelled her to take a look at what was happening. But when she did, lo and behold it was the same girl she traveled with just the previous day from Calabar, Imabong..

To Be Continued…

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