Ela × The World (ON HOLD)

Chapter seven: abuse continues

Ud's age grade and buddy name Bong not his real name but Bong was his mother's nickname for him he happened to be our front yard neighbor, he also did the same to me around that time. I don't know whether it's conspirational but they took turns to massage my breast and even masturbated me sometimes.

"Ella, Ella:....., Fine girl, Ella my friend" he teased me anytime he sees me. I kind of like liked Bong a little because he was a little younger and finer than Ud plus the fact that he could tease and flatter for Africa. He also was a bit jovial and fun to be with, maybe I had a little crush on him, he knew about it and took advantage of it.

"Ella come and see what they are showing on TV" he said knowing that I loved to watch TV alot and their TV was most of the time on and showing interesting things unlike our own that my supposed potential stepfather regulated its oning and offiing time.

"Are they showing movie or song?" I asked gleefully while running to go and see.

"It's your favorite song and artiste, Michael Jackson songs"he said smiling maybe he was only feigning happiness just to get what he wanted. I was estatic at hearing MJ's name and positioned me well to watch him. I so much loved music then and I could forgo food while famished for MJ's songs then.

Some minutes into the show, he started playing with my body, though I objected but after some lies, flattery and encouragement from him, I gave in, he massaged my breast and fingered me.

Like Ud his buddy, he consoled and gave me more false promises whenever I made complaint of the painful process, though the pain decreased after some time but it never ceased.

He did it anytime he suspects that nobody is watching or around until I began to enjoy it.
His own was the only one I derived a very little enjoyment from eventually, maybe it's because Ud had first helped him in making my body get used to it before him.
But Bong never use his prick to penetrate my Virgina and I never wanted him to but he most of the time made me massage and play with his prick.
Like Ud he also wanted it to be a secret and the naive and gullible me granted them their wish but I personally stopped them at the same time when I didn't feel like continuing it anymore.
Ud stopped bothering me immediately but Bong was still pestering me for a while and stopped when he realized that I was not going to give in. Ud made a little effort to acknowledge me sometimes when we crossed path afterwards but Bong acted as if I don't exist but I couldn't care less.
I just don't know where I got that kind of boldness from but I am just glad that I did because it would have been bad if I was affected by his attitude.

Shortly after Ud impregnated a girl around his age and she bore a male child for him.
He used to beat up the girl some times when they cohabitated and be intimate with her in the presence of their child there by making the child to witness and act out their intimacy(what he witnessed from his parents intimate moment) on outsiders.

I later crushed on Ud's younger brother named James from another father that just came from the village and that I thought was my age mate only to discover later that I senior him in years but he reciprocated my feelings for him. I don't know whether his reciprocation was genuine or he was just playing me too because that boy was way smarter than I in so many ways and he was also finer than me too, I mean with his fair skin complexion, slim and growing height we were the same height when we met but he grew taller than me later, long oval shape face and well braced teeth plus a smooth talker.

He was my real infatuation, I mean he's the only one I got to recognize male scent from by knowing and liking his personal and unique scent.
When our bodies meet my nose was always sensitive to his body odour whether it's clean or dirty, I knew and also liked it to the point that I could differentiate his clothes from others own when he's not around through his unique scent and to the point that I used to be comforted by his boyish scent through his clothes when I am missing him.
He had a perculiar and strong scent that my smell organ didn't miss to recognize and like. It's safe to say that I was obsessed and addicted to his boyish scent.