“What is happening to me ?!” is the main question that Shana Hellfaer-Bladblade asked herself while sitting in a carriage. “After that incident in the forest ... Gods, this Cain understood everything! The way he tried not to notice ... Oh! It is so humiliating! How long did I lick the wounds inflicted by these barbarians ?! Went as ... as ... Horror! And then, what found me on that river ?! I have never done such a thing ... That is, I caressed myself there, but not during the day! And at the same time she didn’t imagine how me ... these monsters ... However, I didn’t achieve such results ... Oh Gods, what am I thinking of !? Since they raped me, I just can’t find a place for myself, you should forget in the bathtub, how your arms fall between your legs. Now I do it every day ... and I still want more ... Yesterday I even put my finger in the ass ... I'm spoiled! No, the fire has become stronger, but I have little control over it. Subconsciously I want something more. I want more ... Well, what's wrong with me? Only when my mother called to me, I was able to get rid of Leyla ... who seems to have decided to bring me with her new boyfriend ... She held him naked in front of me! What a shame! And he is nothing ... and even very nothing ... just complicated ... uh ... And the member ... hmm ... when he is not completely tense, of course, you cannot judge the size, but I think he is a little bit thinner than Big Joe, but thicker than Peter ... Oh gods! Don't even think about it! Concentrate. You're going with your mother. You have only recently been able to climb into the library and find tracts that helped to return your original look to your ass and pussy. I had to sweat, but I’m a virgin again and, hopefully, next time it will be my own chosen one ... That is, if he will ... That is, this should not happen again! And yet it is a crazy boredom - to go with your mom in a carriage to her old friend in every sense of the word. At least see my sister. I was not allowed out of the monastery to attend her wedding ... She is only 16, - two years younger than me - and she has already been married for a whole year! Because of the difficulties with the money, she was given for this stalk - the son of my mother's friend. How is he? And, it does not matter ... The old man and his mother have some kind of joint business: as soon as she has problems, she immediately goes to him for advice. Sorry sight! And now the daughter has given out for his son. I am embarrassed by this Mr. Roland! Bald grandfather with oily eyes and abdomen. No, he's not fat, just with a tummy ... Foo! What an abomination ... And how much time will have to spend in this wilderness? "

They arrived at the estate and were greeted as they should be. Shirke - the younger sister of Shana was just happy to see her again. The poor girl had a hard time - she had been married for a year, but she had no children. Disgusting rumors about her fruitlessness spread, and the newly made hubby went to juggle with the boyfriends - drove off the devil who knows where and for how much. And yet the sister behaved in a strange way. Yes, she was glad to see Shanu, but she felt in her society, sort of awkward.“Maybe it's because she considers me a pure, untouched priestess and can't talk to me about everything? But I cannot tell her that this is not at all ... This is no longer such ... ”

Life seems to have entered a monotonous rhythm, Shan's mother briefly left somewhere with her business partner. Shirke was constantly disappearing somewhere - apparently, she was managing the farm, because now she owns her property and she must fill everything.

One evening, Shana decided to stroll through the garden and saw local commoners - ordinary people and servants - returning from the mowing. Looking a little closer, the priestess nearly lost her speechlessness - among other things, the people walked ... Uncle Bob. The girl immediately sweat sweat on his forehead, she hid and did not leave the shelter, until all passed.

"How?! How can this be ?! Where is he from here ?! And the rest? Also? Why? No, no, no, it should have been forgotten like a bad dream. They probably know that I came. And what if they start spreading rumors? We must stop them right on the vine! If necessary, threats ... "

The next day, she waylaid Uncle Bob at the barn, waited for the others to step back and seemed to him. He did not seem at all surprised, just nodded silently to her to follow him. “Great, dot the i's and, most importantly, quietly. If they take a chance to even utter a word about what happened, I will tell Mr. Roland that they are deserters - they will be hanged. ”

Meanwhile, Uncle Bob got on the hayloft. She is behind him.

- Hello, baby, did not expect that you appear.

- I came to talk.

- What can I say? Lie down and lift up your skirt.

From such an appeal, Shanah thickly flushed with paint, remembering how she behaved at their last meeting, but she nevertheless took over the top:

- Do not dare to dare me! Otherwise I'll burn you alive! - but instead of obedience, the man quickly pushed her to the floor in the hay. - What are you doing? Tired of living?

- Burn, you say? Well, well, try, one spark and we both get fried - with these words he lay down and, as if nothing had happened, pulled up her skirt, pulled his hand to her panties.

- Let me go, I ... I came to ... - control over the situation was clearly lost.

“So that I can fuck you,” the old man continued for her, “why do the girls with the men go to the hayloft?”

- I will scream!

- Well, shout, let everyone come running, everyone is not lazy. We have men, eager for women, many-oh-oh ... - with these words, he pushed the strip of panties to the side and put his finger in the girl's womb.

- Ay, do not!

- It is necessary, baby, it is necessary ... you relax then, not for the first time already ... Although ... Wow! I see you here conjured a hymen. Heh, great thought. Pussy, as if no one fucked you, - then he pressed his thumb on the anus, snatching a squeak from the girl’s mouth. - And ass like new, just sweetie! - the finger still fell inside. - But now you know how to relax in time - this is good.

- Stop, please ...

- Well, you, baby, we just started ... - leaving the sphincter alone, the old man focused entirely on her pussy and chest, which he crushed through the dress.

"Not! How can this happen? Again!"

- It is clear that I miss my daddy, eh, daughter? Well, nothing, now we are together again, now everything is fine ... Well, well, don't cry, you like it ... You know yourself ...

The next few minutes, the man groaned, caressing the girl, and she tried her best not to resist the call of nature ... It did not work - her sexual lips were treacherously soaked in preparation for intercourse, her hand, already just fucked her pussy with sharp movements, began to squish, the girl began to breathe more often, spread her legs wider.

- You see, like, and you said ... Maybe I should stop?

- Nn-no ... go on ... n-please, ah ...

- This is my girl ...

And he continued. Shana bit her hand to keep from moaning. Once again, they are rudely taken by these rough callused hands ... Again, she is unable to refuse them ... Just about her orgasm will cover ... a little bit more ... But then the torturer's hand left his place and he stood up.

- What? What for? K-where are you? - she didn’t understand what was going on, staying lying with her skirt up and putting on shameful lips shiny with juices.

- Heh, you, of course, eager to fuck, but you know what? A good woman must understand that a peasant needs strength in the morning to work, and a woman after his work is required. So come to the bathhouse by midnight now. Just after mowing before bed, fuck is holy. That's when you'll need you. Do you understand?

It was his consumer attitude that simply infuriated her ... it also excited ... “I have to, you see, come when I need him ?! Dreaming! ”Dissatisfaction, resentment and humiliation just bubbled up in her, not finding a way out. Trying to save the remnants of pride, she shyly folded her legs and straightened her skirt, almost crying from humiliation.

- Agreed?

- No, not agreed! Snapped the stung priestess. - Once again, at least take a look in my direction, and I will tell your host, ...