And how many new friends will appear! Now she herself believed Brian and looked at everything that happened from the point of view of his report on her misadventures. Francis and Abulscher, aksakal and a tribe of terrible Dzelilov, Nurahmad Khan and Imhet - all of them were just as far away from her as, for example, the characters of the book telling about Gulliver's fantastic travels.

In short, life seemed beautiful ...

* * *

It was August noon. The sun beat down mercilessly. Trees, bushes and flowers froze in anticipation of the evening coolness. Evelyn sat in her room, resting from the hustle and bustle associated with the upcoming departure.

Colonel Bellingham went to the exercises with one of the battalions, and his wife went to the pastor to help prepare the garrison church for the next service. The servants were released before dinner, only Miana slept on a shady veranda.

In a small room, Evelyn was especially stuffy. Evelyn lowered the curtains and, taking off her dress and panties, remained in one light shirt. She lay down on the bed and thought that now she would plunge into a carefree sleep, and when she awoke, the heat would subside. She closed her eyes ...

Without waking up, Evelyn felt a heavy weight. She tried to free herself, but nothing happened. Then she forced herself to wake up and blinked from her eyes. A wave of chilling horror rolled and paralyzed her. Before her were the burning eyes of Imkhet!

Without saying a word, he tied her arms and legs, then tore off his shirt and stuck it in Evelyn’s mouth. For a moment, she froze in front of her, devouring her eyes with a helpless, but beautiful body in her nakedness. Then he pounced on her like a mad dog. He bit her breasts, tore her nipples with her teeth, as if he wanted to strip their pale pink tips ...

Evelyn huddled like a caught animal, but the weight of the male body did not allow her to move. Giving fierce glances, he pushed his knees between her legs and pushed them apart with a force. The cords holding her ankles slammed into her skin. With wild bitterness, he began to beat her on the thighs. His hands now clenched into fists, then clapped backhand elastic flesh. He got to the space between her legs and without stopping thrashing at that part of the female body, which was primarily aimed at violent revenge for the murdered brother. On the shrunken intimate lips, which so many times voluptuously fluttered and eagerly opened up to meet the mighty phallus, a hail of cruel blows rained down. Imkhet had to punish this predatory ill-fated pit, which swallowed male power and caused the tragedy ...

Primitive rage reached an extreme point, the Thalean saw nothing in front of him except the hated hole hiding from him, in which an evil spirit hid, depriving him of the closest person in the world. He had to crush, crush, tear to pieces her ...

Evelyn wriggled and twitched in unbearable pain, muffled moans erupted from his shirt-clogged mouth. The intoxicating paroxysm of massacre inflamed the male instinct, the phallus of Imkhet sticking out of his canvas pants, like a terrible ghost wrapped in a shroud. But he did not succumb to the call of the insurgent body, continuing to do away with the carnivorous female, until finally he was exhausted. He collapsed on her, through his clenched teeth, stifled sobs broke ...

He lay lifeless on her, breathing heavily, and gradually came to his senses. Then he slowly raised himself up, turned her over and set her on his knees in front of him. The hemispheres of the buttocks were pulled apart in a rough jerk and the Dubin-like organ plunged into a tight, compressed course.

Evelyn shuddered from the stabbing pain, but against her will, the muscles relaxed, a desire stirred in her ... The pain no longer penetrated her, the body involuntarily began to respond to the wave-like movements of the phallus that beat in it.Her hips are self-tuned to synchronous with the male attacks, to take away from each movement as much as possible pleasure.

Imheta's hand stretched to the shaggy hill of her pubis, her fingers found a moist entrance to her bosom ...

Desperately jerking, Evelyn tried to pull clawed fingers out of herself, but this only exacerbated the rending pain. He pushed his fingers deeper and deeper ... Inside her was the whole fist. Wild pain was unbearable, Evelyn thought with horror that she could not bear it ...

The female organism was agonizing, but lust was taking its toll: the voluptuous liquid, which bore its bosom, was irrigated by a hairy instrument of torture.

A fist squeezed into Evelyn’s vagina opened, sharp long fingernails began to tear her insides. In response to this, the burning spasms began to shake the exhausted body one by one ...

It was the strongest orgasm in her life! "And the last!" - - flashed in the fading consciousness ...

The man left her. Almost unconscious, Evelyn fell on her side. There was a thick fog before my eyes ...

Suddenly a fog pierced the brilliance of steel. She saw the curved blade of a knife ...

A huge phallus appeared next to the dagger, it was in the extreme stage of arousal. From it flew a jet of milky-elastic drops ...

This was the last thing she saw ...

The blade, set under the beautiful left breast, at once drowned out the trembling of her hips covered with voluptuousness.

And then a thick, crimson-black curtain fell silently ...

* * *

On a hot evening, Miss Evelyn Bellingham was found murdered in her bed. The corpse was discovered by her old nanny Miana. Entering the room, she screamed and rushed away. An hour later, Mrs. Bellingham arrived. But by that time the garrison commandant had already visited here with the doctor, paramedic and nurse. They removed the bloody rags and put the body in order. The face had to be covered so that the mother did not see the mutilated nose - - its tip was cut off.

The murder remained unexplored. No one doubted that it was caused by revenge, but the authorities failed to find the killer. He needed to be looked for in the mountains - - everyone knew that it was hopeless. Both in Delhi and London detailed reports were sent, which settled in the archives ...

Colonel Bellingham retired, and he and his wife left for England. Shortly after the incident, the regiment received an order to relocate south, under Bangalore. New people appeared in Sargohabad. Everything that happened with Evelyn Bellingham eventually became a legend.