with her appearance they were built of two floors with a basement: on the top she convinced herself that this is what decent Girls (which are Thin and Spiritual, and not all there) should look like this, on the bottom - she understood that she had no faces as such, , the chest is even more so. Well, even in the depths of the basement, Liza still knew (although she never told herself) that beauty is not in boobs and not in lips with a bow, and in her “there is something like that”, although no one has yet seen that exactly.

And now, it seems, for the first time ...

Is it really?

“You pushed through, poor thing,” He told her. - There is one place nearby ... We could hide from the weather. Ran?

Without waiting for an answer, He suddenly jumped up, dragging Lisa with him.

They ran through the darkness and rain, holding hands, which grew warmer and warmer until they became hot — two small heating pads, folded together. The drops beat Liza in the face, she gasped and laughed, and He shouted to her through running and the wind - “nothing! but let's warm up! ”

Somehow, an orange spot of a lantern was woven imperceptibly from the darkness, and a small house under it.

- Here! This is ... my secluded corner ... - he choked, he said, opening the door for her. - Come in ... Welcome. Now you dry by the fireplace, drink hot grog, and everything will be fine ...

Everything was not just good, but surprising, indescribable, like in a fairy tale. Grog poured through the veins along with the warmth of the fireplace, and Lysino's body went limp, melted, wasted in blissful weakness ... He sat side by side, close and close, playing with her hair, which the rain curled into small spirals like a poodle, and told her:

“Your radiant beauty is both in sadness and joy.” When I met you, it sounded gentle, like a distant tune, and now it shines so brightly that I can go blind.

He spoke to her, spoke, spoke as no one had ever spoken to her, and every word was deposited in Lisa with a sweet droplet, cooling the heart, and such droplets grew, they flocked there, into spicy pools, streams, lakes inside .

Suddenly she realized that He was kissing her.

Wet lips whispered to her - “tender, beautiful, amazing ...” - tickled her earlobe, sensitive as a bare heart, and Lisa melted, turning into steam.

“I'm going crazy about your skin,” muttered lips, going down from the neck to the collarbone, extracted from under the open blouse. - It smells sweeter than the most beautiful flowers in my garden ...

Lisa groaned: her lips enveloped her nipple, and a wet sting stung right in the heart, drove the needle of sweet poison into it. Istoma swept over Lisa, and she threw her arms around her head, clinging to her chest.

At some point, she suddenly found herself in His arms. Then in - bed, soft as a cloud. Her hips were cold again with the familiar chill of nakedness.

It seemed to her that she somehow remembered these hands, these touches, enveloping her in a cocoon of sliding caresses ... "God, what a bliss," she thought, letting her cock into herself. He entered her like melted butter — deeper and deeper, and she wanted him to enter her to the deepest depths, where the pool of her languor was tickling. Lisa was impossible, indescribably good, and she screamed with pleasure, arching her back, and turned into one big vagina, in which the sweetest, most tender and moist cock in the world slid. More, and more, and a little more ...

- Aah! Ahhh! Aaaaaaaaaa ... - suddenly her lover screamed. - Aah ... Ufffff! - he was blown away, limping on it, like an inflatable ball.

Lisa wriggled under him, wondering - "how, is it all?"

- Oh ... oh ... thank you! - He croaked when he caught his breath. - Thank you for the unprecedented, unspoken ... O heaven! Not! Not! Not!..

The door creaked. In the eyes hit a sharp, like a cry, the light of the lantern.

- Your Highness! What does it mean?

“Oh no, no, no, no! ...” He lamented, moving down to the edge of the bed.

Lisa didn’t even have anything to hide behind, and she sank into bed. Lantern mercilessly illuminated her to the last pubic hair.

- You again succumbed to the charms of some slut? You're not ashamed, Prince Herman! Take her! - someone's rough hands suddenly grabbed Lisa and dragged her out of bed. Lisa screamed.

- Why, oh why is the sky so merciless? - prince Hermann whined, swaying like a Chinese dummy.

- In the name of the great king ...

- Not! Shut up! I can't bear it!

“Prince, but I must announce to the shameless ...”

- Not! I can't bear it! - the prince jumped out of bed and darted into the next room, waving his blown-away member like a tail. - I can not stand! I can not stand it! ... - was heard from behind the wall.

- In the name of the great King Tref, you, a vicious slut, are accused of seducing the face of royal blood. According to the punishment code of the great empire, for this crime you must tear off your skin alive. The sentence will be enforced immediately. Executioner, proceed to their duties. The corporal, the carriage for the prince!

Lisa could not understand what she was told. Her legs suddenly ceased to obey her, and she hung at the hands of the guards dragging her to the door.

“Forgive me, heavenly creature ...” the prince plopped down after him, leaning out of the room. - I will remember you forever!

“You are incorrigible,” said the tutor. - Every time you tell these whores the same thing ...

Lisa brought, rather, dragged out. Cold needles of rain dug into the body ...

She was chained to the wet stone, and the executioner took out a knife.

“And you are nothing,” he said in a familiar voice. - It is a pity to spoil such a skin ... Well, okay. Let's start.

Lisa screamed again.

More precisely, the cry itself was swept out of it - from somewhere in the depths of the body, sensing the nearness of mortal pain.

The cry grew, surrendering to the bluish veil in the eyes. Lisa melted in this scream as she just melted in a love race, screamed her throat and all of herself — and when the scream turned into a terrifying, unthinkable, fiery tearing pain that split the brain, Lisa collapsed somewhere in a dark well, nameless, thoughtless depth to be saved there from pain; but the pain did not let her go and tore to shreds, sprayed bloody drops, driving her thoughts and feelings under the bottom, where there was nothing but pain, and you could only scream, scream, scream ...

***

- ... shout! Stop yelling! Enough! Do you hear? Shut up already! ..

The darkness suddenly swell and burst.

Someone's face flashed before Liza, jumping back and forth like a pendulum.

- Oh. She awoke. Good morning!..

The face has ceased to jump. Liza suddenly realized that it was not it that was jumping, but that the uncle was shaking her shoulders.

She looked at him for a minute or more.

"Is that the executioner?" She thought. “Somewhere I saw him ... And why is he here in my prison? Although everything is logical - the executioner in prison ... "

- Ivvvvv ... who are you? She asked. She did not immediately managed to pronounce the letter "in".

- Grandfather Pihto! - the executioner snapped in a familiar voice.

Lisa intently digested what she heard.

It probably lasted so long that Grandfather Pihto could not stand it:

- You better tell me who you are! And where do you live?

- I? I am the Queen of Spades, - Lisa remembered, and stopped short, because the stream of curses came rushing out of Pikhto's grandfather.

- So, enough! He finally said. - You are already a second round here, and I'm with you. Trolley bus conductive depot will go.

- Trol ... Leibus?

- No, the airliner! All over, sleep here, yell at yourself, take your throat to health, and I went. My next stop. Everything.

Suddenly it all came together, like a puzzle, into a picture.

Rows of chairs, shaking, sighing doors ... The club, the guy at the entrance ... The joker ...

- Where is the Joker?

- Here, in the depot, you will be dragged out of here, delivered to the cops, then to Mommy, and both Joker and Schmoker will be there for you, and both of you will be happy ... That's it, I went.

"To mommy?"

Mama...

Oh my God.

The trolleybus stopped, the doors sighed, and grandfather Pihto went down one step. Then he looked back at Lisa.

- Well?

Lisa honestly tried to get up, but someone took her legs, and nothing worked.

- Ieeh! - Pihto's grandfather returned to her, grabbed ... Read more →