And her obedience infuriated me: I pulled out a member and yanked her over on her stomach and sat down on her, threw a member with such a frenzy in the ass that she screamed in pain and arched and fell off, and I tormented her flesh, burning with lust, and I grabbed my hair and pulled it out, and when she groaned in pain, she squeezed her neck and choked and raped her, and when she, choking with asphyxiation, went limp under me, I poured out and opened my fingers.

And, along with the sperm, ran into anger and peace came.

I lay on the ground and stroked her body, felt my chest, spread my lips and caressed my clitoris, and so, and fell asleep.

Either the time here was different, or I was so tired that I slept the rest of the day and woke up in the dark.

Night.

She lay in the same position and her whitening body, and the bend of the thigh stirred up, and woke up my lust, and I saddled her from behind again, and she seemed cold to me, but possessed by passion and lust, I raped her in the ass as roughly and violently, and strangled again, but she did not utter a moan or a sob, and, falling away from her, I fell asleep and slept until morning.

She lay still in the same position, and I touched the buttocks, and pulled back my hand - the skin was cold and waxy.

I turned her on her back - the girl was dead.

She was dead already at night!

And I was enraged at her for it and, losing self-control, began to force the dead body: thrust it into the vagina - cold and slippery, stuffed it in the mouth and pushed it in the throat with its tongue and, pulling the member out of the mouth, beat them across the face, lips until the skin burst and the blood flowed and, turning over on the stomach, continued to rage, raping in the ass, and did not get pleasure!

The relaxed, dead sphincter did not resist my penis, and I fell into the gaping hole of the anus. I laughed from powerlessness and, turning over - again on my back, I jerked over it until the sperm poured out on her dead, blue and broken lips, on her dead eyes, on her breathless chest.

I got up and, taking her by the legs, dragged her and pushed her into the river. He walked in and pushed the body to a depth, and when the water reached the chest, he pushed with force from himself and went ashore.

For some time the body slowly rotated with a jolt, and then it began to sink and disappear under water.

Chapter 5. Catching up

Crouching at her withers, she flew without noticing anything around. A lone kite hovered in the heights, seeing off with long cries. Elastic jets of air tore tears, boiling in the corners of the eyes, preventing them from rolling down the cheeks.

She lied to herself, telling them that she would return, and they knew it was a lie, for there was no return from the other side of Mary. This is the law of the Gray World.

She did not have time to tell him that Mara is the border between worlds: reveal and Navi, and the narrow strip along the banks of the river is the World Gray.

When it began to get dark, Vassa stopped the horse and, jumping off, threw a red tangle from Marya to the ground: the tangle rolled briskly forward. She led the stallion to the water, and he got drunk. She patted him and said, “You should be patient until the morning, and then you can rest, and, saddled, let the horse gallop. Vassa expected in the morning to reach the place where the prince swam across Maru. Having overtaken and overtaken, rolling on the grass tangle, she rode ahead.

Twice more she stopped at night, giving the stallion to drink and rest, and both times the ball, having caught up with them, rolled on. She made the third stop when the sun had just looked out over the horizon. Having drunk his horse, he looked out for a tangle in the grass, but a minute passed after a minute, but the tangle did not appear, and Vassa went back, shouting at his horse. She walked about half a mile off and saw a tangle on the shore near the water and, as if sensing its approach, rolled into a tangle and, turning, swam to the other shore.

Vassa turned to the stallion - Well, that's it, you're free, then I have to go alone, and you come back - she touched the withers - Goodbye - and stepped into the water.

The horse, as if reluctantly, walked a step, as if expecting him to be hailed.

Vassa was swimming, not looking at the receding shore.

She stepped on the shore and the bun, as if waiting for her, rolled into the water and swam.

Vassa stood for a minute and entered the water, too, swam.

On the shore, she came out with a bun rolling out of the water and he immediately rolled slowly along the shore. Vassa caught up with him and picked up with the words - Rest, dry, and again on the road.

It was summer hot and she threw off her clothes, scattering on the grass to dry faster.

Kneeling by the water, greedily drank, scooping palms. She felt hungry, but decided that she would pick berries along the way: Vassa hoped to catch up with the prince before dark.

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Devastated and depressed by the deed, I walked and walked and nothing changed around: the same forest, deserted and quiet (I already began to doubt whether I really heard the cicadas singing the day before and counted the years from the cuckoo) like death.

I stopped and listened, it seemed to me that ahead, somewhere in the depths of the forest, there were voices, shouts.

I stood and really, and voices, and shouts were heard very clearly, moreover, the noise was approaching and ..., and, as it were, passed by. And I realized that there, in the depths of the forest, a large mass of people are moving, but they are moving in the opposite direction. And then, running over and hiding behind the trees, I went to the noise and very soon found myself on the outskirts of the forest, quite surprised at this: I tried several times to get out of the forest, and went quite far, but the forest did not end, and I returned to Mara.

At a distance of about a hundred fathoms along the forest, a road stretched along this road, armed riders were driving a convoy of people. There were many of them and they were all naked and all men. I looked and could not understand anything, only the riders seemed to me something familiar, and I remembered. I remembered the film "Spartacus" and the Roman legionnaires - these warriors were dressed exactly like in that film.

But naked people were not like slaves and, no matter how much I looked, I could not see and understand who they were.

And, suddenly, a group of prisoners separated from the column and ran to the forest. I was amazed, they ran very fast and, then I felt uneasy: they ran straight to the place where I was hiding behind the trees, but, and this already scared me in earnest, the horsemen jumped behind them. I only had time to note that there were a dozen and a half who ran away, and four horsemen that had overtaken them, and already moving away from the tree, behind which they were hiding and turning, saw how all four horsemen, as if on cue, threw spears.

Almost turning and running away, with peripheral vision, I saw that all four spears had reached the target, having pierced through and even pinned four fugitives to the ground.

Everything! I blinked and in the next moment I was swimming, not turning around and when I reached the middle I heard the fugitives jumping into the water behind my back: I heard only three splashes, which means the others were killed. I dived and swam under the water while the air supply was sufficient and, emerging, turned around: warriors stood on the shore, dismounting, standing, peering into the water. Nobody floated behind me, either the fugitives also sailed under water, or ... and then the legionnaires noticed me and, showing signs to each other, raised their bows and took aim - Well, fuck you! - I said, plunging under the water, and this time I swam under the water, until I pushed my belly along the bottom. But I got out of the water, when there were three steps to the shore, no more.

Stepping ashore, I turned around - No one!

I moved away from the water, undressed, scattering clothes and a tablecloth to dry, and lay down on the grass.

I already guessed that every time I crossed Mara, I apparently didn’t just move in space, but the thought that I’m moving in time also didn’t fit in my head, although my last adventure said that somewhere at the beginning of a new era: that is, if in Tridead I was between the seventh and eleventh centuries, then ... I did not want to think any further.

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