All day Eliza sat in the grotto. She miraculously escaped by huddling there when wild nomads pounced on their wagon and killed her father. She was lucky that she did not even have time to notice. As soon as their cart reached the cave, the father, anticipating misfortune, pushed her there, and now with horror she imagined a terrible fate, she, a young attractive girl, fell into the hands of these mad dogs. Eliza spent the whole day and night in a tight grotto, afraid to lean out and do something, but her growing thirst made her go in search of water at dawn. The girl did not walk for long, until in the thicket she could see the quietly flowing stream. She eagerly sat down in the water of salvation and, taking off her clothes, washed herself. Enjoying the lightness of her body, clean and cool, Eliza did not listen to a rustle close by. And just having pulled on her dress, her heart skipped a sudden surprise: she was face to face with a dark-skinned Arab. He was very handsome: with large, expressive eyes, a straight nose, thin, well-contoured lips, statues.

He was even too tall and strong, and this force, coming from him, frightened and intoxicated. He was dressed in a luxurious painted dressing-gown, with bent toes boots, a turban was wound on his head, shimmering with precious stones. The fact that this is not one of the nomads, no doubt, rather, it is a subject of the Sultan. The girl appreciated all this with a quick glance, not knowing what to do. If she rushes to run, who knows, maybe it will excite him, and, having caught up with her, will brutally rape her. The dark-haired handsome man looked at her in silence, then, coming close, he laid his hand on the girl's chest. From the premonition of some trouble, she flashed, her eyes filled with tears. The stranger, pulling back the dress, took in each palm of her chest, pressing, felt their elasticity. Eliza was on the verge of fainting. The horror of the Arabs who killed her father inhibited her reaction and the normal perception of reality. “Do not be afraid,” the Arab said suddenly, “I will not hurt you. You will go with me. ”

Throwing a light veil over her, he put the girl in front of him on his horse, and they went to his dwelling. All the way she felt hot breath on her neck, it worried her, but being a virgin, she was afraid to imagine what was waiting for her. She did not expect any nobility from the black Arabs. The house of the Arab was rich, with a small garden and a fountain in the courtyard, the servant helped her down to the ground and led her into the room. Inside it was cool and smelled of aromatic oils. She did not see women among the servants. Eliza sat down on the sofa and thought about her position. The fact that she is not mutilated and not killed is clear, judging from the treatment of her. But then what is she here for? How is the captive? A young servant brought her Arab clothes in the form of a sari, almost transparent, in front of her they put a bowl with an unknown drink on the table. The girl took off her dusty dress and wrapped herself in a thin cloth, unable to really fix it. A little thought, I decided to drink a drink.

Bliss poured over her body with each sip, bliss and indifference paralyzed her arms and legs, calm and mist filled her. After some time, the door of the room opened, and the stranger entered, also dressed in a light robe. An overwhelming male power emanated from him, and the black eyes fixed on the languid eyes were hypnotized. Eliza watched his movements listlessly, unable to move. The drink put down her vigilance, but not the ability to perceive and feel. “My name is Fahir. And you? ”He asked quietly, lips touching her ear. "Eliza" - said the girl, as in oblivion. “I will try to make you feel good with me. Nothing else to say, I just want to love you, relax. All the rest is afterwards. You are very beautiful, ”the Arab whispered, putting his palms on her chest, flexing her nipples.At first he lightly, and then more and more began to kiss her gradually revealing areas of the body, pulling off the sari.

The kiss on the lips was like a hot wave swept over. Eliza's body fluttered, she felt the moisture between her legs. Fakhir’s hands penetrated into every corner of the girl’s body, and she was unable to resist. Suddenly she felt two fingers slip into her vagina and froze, having met the tension of the virgin membrane. Some light, surprise, and arousing arousal again lit up the face of a young Arab. He slowly spread her legs apart and began to caress her vagina, thighs, clit. Through the open floor of the dressing gown, she saw his member sticking hard, but the Arab was in no hurry. He pressed his lips to her bosom and stuck his tongue into the vagina, then with quick movements began to excite the tongue of the clitoris, while simultaneously caressing his nipples with his hands. Eliza moaned and squirmed, had never experienced such passion before.

She gasped and curved on the couch with her legs wide apart, all in the grip of a man, 3 hours ago, completely unaware of his existence. Fahir threw off his robe and raised the girl’s buttocks with his hands. Burning, thirsting for his male organ, moist and calling a crack opened up before him. The man began to slowly introduce his penis into the vagina. The skin of the opening tightened and turned white. He made a push, and the girl moaned in pain. Member slowly, but stubbornly penetrated deep into until he plunged into the hot abyss to its very foundation. After waiting a few seconds, Fakhir began to jerk in and out of the hole, fingers caressing the girl's clitoris. The orgasm fell on them with such force that both of them almost groaned loudly at the same time, glaring at each other with their lips. From the previously untried feeling, Eliza poured tears, and she could not explain to herself — from pleasure or from pain.

The men's hands were pressed into her vagina again, this time the fingers penetrated freely inside, without encountering any obstacles. Fahir looked at his hands: they were in the blood and his sperm, This girl now belonged to him completely. He put his hand on her stomach and, smiling, thought about how many more pleasant moments he was waiting for with this white captive, how many lessons he would teach her about the art of love.