Finally, their fingers grappled tightly, like loops, and the girl pulled him so hard that Kordyke almost fell into a quagmire. - Eeee! Fuck your mother fuck the devil in the ass! He shouted, barely resisting on the edge. - Come on, come on, here, baby, to the ladder ... but you do not hear a dick?

The head, which had become a lump of mud, had neither ears, nor eyes, nor a nose, but had only a mouth, greedily swallowing the air. Squeezed fingers did not want to let go of Korddayk, and he had to drag the girl until the ladder rested against her neck, and she herself didn’t clutch at him, clinging to the boards with a dead grip.

For a while she hung on them, getting used to the breath, then tried to release her hand and clean her eyelids. Blinking, his eyes peered out of the mud peeks at Kourndike.

- Hello! - Kordyke told them, drenched in sweat and mud. - So we will be here? ... Well, work! Come on, come on, he hurried her, pulling her shoulders up. Could not get out; then he scooped up dirt from where he thought his ears were, and told her:
- Pull up your hands on the board, and I will drag you under mikitki. Any questions? Not? Then go! Forward!..

After much effort, puffing and swearing, a loud smack finally rang out, and the girl fell to the gangway with her breasts, freeing her hips. "Well, of course - with a woman's stern ...", thought Kordydike, looking at her figure, arched with an hourglass.

Having let her rest, he grabbed her again under her arms. The girl took hold of his shoulders - and with a wheeze, with a champ, with a squish, she pulled herself out with her legs, falling to her knees.

I did it, thought Kordyke, not believing himself.

- Yyuyeessss !!! - He shouted, jumping on the ladder. Gangway grunted, cracked and slowly began to settle in the quagmire. - Eeee! Devil! - Kordyke shouted and, seizing the girl for anything, dragged her to the platform.

They barely managed to jump onto the platform from boards falling off into the swamp. The girl hung limply on Korddike, clasping him in a trembling grip. Her legs did not hold her.

“Well, baby, well, everything is already, everything ... Alive ... Everything is good,” muttered Kordyke. The sticky body slid out of her arms, sliding down. - Eh no! So you will crash back. Come on! Go here! Lucky for us, that here squash, like Satan in the kitchen. Sharpheads sank, and they washed off when you have not ... Come on! - Kordayke dragged her to solid ground, and the girl dragged behind him, barely turning over with their feet.

Bringing her to the shade, Kordyke sat her down and sat down beside her. The girl fell on him, and he put an arm around her shoulders.

Actually, the fact that this is a girl, he knew only because he saw her before the execution: now it was just a piece of living dirt. “Someone else couldn’t swim there,” Kordandike joked to himself gloomily, looking at a shapeless figure made of dense inkballs. Somewhere beneath them were hair, a nose, nipples, and other embossed parts of the body — but only eyes that looked through the visors of dirt on the eyelashes were visible, and the mouth was constantly catching air.

- What do you mouth? ... You already have a nose. Come on, and then the mouth will dry - you will not get enough water. Well shut your mouth!

But nothing worked: his nose clogged with mud did not want to breathe.

- So! ... Well, blow your nose! ... One nostril squeezed, like this, - Korddike put her hand to his nose, - Well! ... As if you have snot! ... Come on! Well done baby Now another ... Well! It is quite another matter! I will bring water now, and you sit down and do not fall, do you hear me? Do you hear?

Kordayke ran to the horse, untied the fur with water, filled the flask and gave it to the girl.

- First rinse your mouth, do you hear? Do not swallow! Do not swallow, I say !!! Well ... Boule-Boule-Boule! ... That's it ... And yet ... Well, open your mouth! Wider! Purely? Now drink. Drink, baby, while you have something to drink. It is a pity, I can not offer you anything stronger ... What is your name?

- Rrrrhhhh! - croaked a lump of dirt and coughed. “Ryyhhhh ... Rachel,” she said from the third attempt.
- Has started talking! ... You are my good girl! And me Korddayk. Dave Kordaik. How old are you?
- hhhyhyykh ... xx. Coming soon ...
- Fyuuuu! - whistled Kordyke. “Tell me, Rachel ... what did those bastards want to send you to the forefathers?”

But Rachel suddenly burst out crying out loud, poking her head like a little one. One hand clutched her like a kitten into Kordayka, the other tried to spread tears with her fist.

- Eeee! Well, stop this business! ... Now you’ll get the dirt in your eyes, then look for drops to you ... No, this will not work. You have so much dirt that I don't understand where your head is, where your legs are. Well ... can you stand?

Kordyke lifted her up, barely set her on her feet - and began to scoop dirt from her, which stuck Rachel’s body around with an inch and a half layer.

Clots of mud with a chomp spanked to her feet, and after a moment Rachel stood in a thick pudding. The mud was thick and sticky, like a dough, blue-ink with a purple tint, and smelled of oil; the dried-up areas were sharply highlighted with bright spots, like frosting.

“I know this dirt,” muttered Kordaydk, sliding his hands over Rachel’s body, “she eats that skin, that clothing ... and it stinks like a tar pit.” The Sioux Indians use it to heal wounds, and as cement, and as a paint for wigwams and for their bodies ... When it dries, it becomes white-blue and bright as the moon. There is a damn heap of salt in it, and the body is agitated and languid as if from Ёb ... that is ... The problem is, Rachel, that the closest place where we could clean up is a hundred miles away, in Sorrowbank. Neither to Payu River, nor to Chungga River, nor to any other quivering river, we will not get up. Yes, I do not know the trails ... And in Fakesville, in this lair of the wolves, you'd better not meddle. It is so?

Rachel sobbed as Kordyke took the dirt off of her. His hands slid over his bare thighs, stomach, chest, climbed between his legs and buttocks ... The pudding of fallen mud had already covered Rachel's feet, and she herself had lost half the weight, becoming flexible and leggy.

“Come on, come on,” muttered Kordydick, carefully removing the dirt from her face. Rachel looked at him with dark, velvety eyes. In Korndike’s throat, a damp lump suddenly swelled up; the tenderness of the moment prickled both of them, even though Kordydayk said the most common words to Rachel: “Well ... We’ll leave the dirt in your hair, that’s just fine: it’s going to dry out — there will be a helmet, it will protect you from the sun ... Only they are long, it would be necessary to raise them higher ... Now we will knead them for you, like adobe, and tie up, and stick your head around you ... like this ... And now around the eyes ... carefully! don't blink! ... You haven't smeared it with such cream yet, - he joked, freeing eyelids and eyelashes from dirt.

What emerged from under the bumpy shell was proportional, smooth, childishly thin — and perhaps beautiful. Damn it, thought Kourndike ... It was impossible to make a complete picture of Rachel's appearance, since the dirt was not wiped from the skin, and all of Rachel was blue-black in color, as if bought in ink.

Her breasts with sharp elongated nipples were quite small and firm, like unripe peaches, but the figure has already developed quite femininely, flowing down from the waist to the thighs with a heavy drop. Kordayke had never seen such young girls naked - and, moreover, never touched them for their naked intimacy. All the women he caressed were mature whores, beautiful and hardened ... Affection swelled in him, while he slid his palms over his flexible body, his strong breasts, scrubbing the dirt around his nipples, slipped his finger into a secret crack, picking out sticky clods, and told Rachel all sorts of rubbish to distract her and himself from the shrill shame of the moment ... His member had long been itching under his pants, and Kordayke was angry with himself - "how can you think about lust at such a moment?" He had a strange and proud feeling ... Read more →