Curled up, Regina lay on the edge of the bed, twitching from any sound coming from the other side. Favorite snored in his drunken unconsciousness, seeing careless dreams. Her dream passed quickly, turning into a nightmare. Regina woke up in a cold sweat from the fact that even in a dream the duke did not leave her alone. Hands as if still wandered through her body, squeezing, squeezing, leaving bruises. Lips aggressively branded the skin, leaving a hickey.

Choking with horror, she burst from the clutches of a terrible dream. Feeling her exhausted body, which ached and ached in particularly sensitive places, Regina realized that it was not just a dream.

But even that did not wake up her failed husband. That's how she lay next to him, pondering the whole situation, choosing words, and not understanding how she would be able to look into his eyes, lie and ruin his man's vanity.

“Mmmm,” a woeful moo rang out behind the girl’s back, and she shrank, asking God to pitch the moment of his awakening.

But God has long ceased to hear her.

“Regina, lu ... bi ... may,” groaning through the dope, moaned Elijah.

Barely opening his eyelids, he tried to focus his eyes, but could only see the outlines of his wife lying to him. Reaching for her, he barely touched his fingers to her bare shoulder, when the girl jerked and jumped off the bed.

- Do not! Shouted Regina, pressing the sheets to her body.

- Favorite? - with a bewilderment said Elijah.

My head was cracking, but there was real fog in my memory. What happened yesterday? How was their wedding night? This man could not remember. His last memory was that he drank with his father, finally finding a common language with him. Then he realized that he had drunk too much, and his father took him to the door to the bedroom of his young wife. But what happened after he came here and how he behaved with Regina, the man did not remember at all.

“Don't touch me, please,” she whispered, trembling.

The girl did not play. She was actually filled with fear, as soon as Elijah touched her. Having responded instinctively, she now stood in front of her bewildered husband, realizing that she must upset him even more. But to disobey the order of the Duke girl was afraid more.

- Dear ...

“You ... was ... rude this night,” the girl sighed. - It hurted me. Highly. I asked you to stop. I begged. But you did not stop. He raped me again and again, as if he tore apart - the sobbing grew stronger, the words were given with great difficulty.

“Forgive me, forgive me,” pleaded the pale man.

He ran a hand over his face, trying to remember the events of the wedding night, but his memory was gone. Only dry mouth from yesterday's booze.

“Go away, please go away,” she asked, sobbing, not finding the strength to even look at her lover.

For a man, these tears were like a knife in the heart. The accusatory men hitting male pride and self-blame. For her, these were tears of helplessness, guilt and shame.

Having sighed heavily, the man managed to squeeze out only an absent-minded nod, and then through the door adjacent to his wife's bedroom went to his room. Guilt and self-loathing have settled in the soul. The night that was supposed to be magical for both, turned into a real nightmare.

****

“Madam, His Grace demands that you come down to breakfast,” the maid said, entering the room.

The girl was already fully assembled, but she was delaying this moment as she could. Realizing that the time was up, she went to the dining room. Entering, Regina found the couple in the midst of a quarrel. She stood in the doorway and looked apprehensively at the contented duke, her cheeks besides her will reddened at the memories.She walked stiffly to the table, but without fear that the duke would do anything in the company of his wife. Now she needed to play the role of a diligent daughter-in-law in front of this lovely woman who so warmly accepted her and blessed their marriage. Regina was conquered by the woman’s sincere love for her son, and despite everything the duke told about his wife, she was empathized with grief. To lose forever the opportunity to walk was a terrible punishment, and now the girl had no doubt that the duke had put his hand to it.

“Good morning,” she said softly.

- Good morning my darling. I am surprised that you, the newlyweds, so soon left the bedroom. Elijah ran away before dawn, now you came down to the general breakfast. As I understand it, Your Excellency, here you put your hand.

The duke chuckled at his wife’s double-faced, who, with the arrival of her daughter-in-law, began to behave "within the bounds of decency," and status was required. He anticipated his next actions, giving women a moment of ignorance. They still did not know that both will play in his play. Bitch wife in the role of disgraced mother in law, in front of which her legitimate husband fuck daughter in law. But here the woman’s anger will cause not so much treason as he dared to encroach on the love of her son. But the young daughter-in-law will once again receive proof of her status as a whore and his slave, giving herself to him right before the eyes of her beloved mother.

When the girl finally took her place on the right side in the middle of the table, at an even distance from him and the Duchess, the man got up and stood behind the back of her chair. Regina stiffened, feeling his body so close to her. Nervous endings started, her fingers clenched into a fist, but she calmed herself, repeating that the duke would not dare to do anything to her in front of his wife. How wrong she was! And she understood her mistake when he suddenly bent down and bit down the lobe of her ear.

Leading on her tongue, the duke squeezed his hands tense girlish shoulders. Regina froze in his arms. Sitting icy statue, she looked forward without blinking. Shame in front of the duchess and complete humiliation tore her soul apart.

- Your Grace, what is happening ?! - contempt for her husband, fused with confusion and discontent, and oozed from the duchess.

“I will meet you, my dear, with my new whore,” he said smugly.

In this case, men's hands fell into the neckline of the dress, roughly squeezing the bulk of the breast, as if having all the rights to do so.

- You did not dare! - shaking with anger, screamed the Duchess.

- Dared and already raped more than once. Tell your son? - mockingly said the man, kissing the bare girl's neck.

“Why was this innocent child involved in our war?”

“No longer innocent, my dear, not very innocent,” the duke replied with wild, insane laughter. “Your son didn't even get her virginity.” Eh, and yet his love for his wife is so strong and sincere, and the wife with might and main fucks with his father.

- You do not...

- Come on, finish, my dear. Everything here is their own, relatives and close people. Say it. I am not his father.

The eyes of the Duchess were filled with horror and mad anger. The woman realized that he had dedicated her daughter-in-law to their family secret. And the man just grunted in response to lightning in the eyes of his hated wife.

Making the reddened but silent Regina rise from the chair, he turned the girl over to face her. Her frightened eyes with a plea looked at him, asking him not to do it, but the Duke’s intentions were unshakable, especially since his member hardened immediately, as soon as she entered the dining room, and he was not going to deprive himself of the intended pleasure.

“Let's show the duchess how good you are.”

- You are welcome...

“Shhhh,” he pressed a finger to her lips.

Leaning against the table, he abruptly pushed empty plates to the side, once again showing the girl his determination.

- You are completely crazy! Servant, here! Mary, take me to the room! Cried the duchess, but received no sound or action in return.

“They are ordered not to appear in the room until I leave it.” So enjoy the show, honey. You, probably, have already forgotten what animal passion is.

- Bastard!

The duke just laughed and, clasping the girl’s waist with his hands, abruptly lifted her up, sitting down on the table. He spread her legs and fit between them, crouching ...