and she now belongs to him, that's how these servants, only he does not order her yet, but persuades him, but for how long ... How soon will he get tired of playing the nobility, and he will simply force her? She has no other choice, she is here alone and completely in his hands. Affectionate, generous, ransomed her from that horror ... She never doubted for a moment that once he had abducted her and raped her sleeping, even for love, he would do it again without hesitation. And this child whom he will force to give birth ... Everything is against her, everything is for him ... She gradually came to the conclusion that she was destined to stay here. The girl smiled when she woke up Amina:

- I was walking ... I thought ... It seems to me that our child will be better here.

Smiling smugly, he extended his hand to her:

- And his mom?

Lying with him, Inga tried to hide the coercion in her voice:

- In time ... probably ... yes ...

He pressed a heavy head to her chest:

“I promise you won't regret anything.” We will be happy together.

The girl tried to hide the tears that had come up, when he pulled up a T-shirt on her, touched a swollen nipple with her finger and concentratedly pulled it into her mouth ...

Part 10

Within a couple of hours, he first drove her around the city and for the first time she was not unconscious. The city was beautiful, the center is modern, the suburbs are orientally colorful and distinctive, and the vegetation in the south is lush. She looked at people, without fuss, women moving around on business, dressed much more modest than Russian women. Of course, no one wore any burqa, but nobody walked around with bare ass and stomachs either. Approximately half of the women were covered with heads. They spent a lot of time and money shopping, loaded up with lots of bulk bags. They also visited jewelry stores, acquiring everything that is necessary for the status of the wife of a wealthy person.

Inga liked his parents, who adopted her as a daughter. Discussing their early wedding, in the office his father winked at him and said that he understood him and it was not worthwhile to spare the effort spent on the bride. Mother at this time drove the girl on their even bigger and more elegant mansion and secretly asked about that family.

Amin, proud of himself, began kissing her back in the car, on her way home. Leading her to the bedroom, he shouted to the servants that they were free for now. At the door I began to unbutton a dress on her ... Then he put her hands on the buttons of his shirt, she hastily fiddled with those ... Falling on her, launched a hand into her crotch, but stopped.

“You know how I want ...” he whispered hotly in her ear. - I want you there ... You will like ...

Squeezed her face with his palms:

- You trust me?

She shook her head fearfully, then froze and nodded timidly. A minute later he was tying her second hand to the bed. Slipping to her legs, he patted them soothingly, spread them wide apart, bent and told to hold on. She bit her lips and stared down, trying to raise her head. First, sitting side by side and putting his hand on her chest, he lightly stroked the smooth crotch, running his fingers from the anus to the clitoris. The unfamiliar caresses of her before disturbed her, she bit her lips nervously, looked plaintively at him and breathed deeply. Pressing her chest, he caught every movement of her and triumphed over his victory over her body and soul. Now he can do with her everything he dreamed of in those dark days when he was considered “best friend”, “vest”, forced to listen to terrible things about himself about her love for another and love her in half. This is all over for good, it's his time, and now let him suffer - Amin will arrange it for him.

Pulling away from her after a long kiss, he slid down, settled between her bent legs. After a few seconds, she was already moaning from the temperamental movements of his clever tongue, licking, tickling, sucking and penetrating. Her wet vagina responded to any of his touch, trembling, trembling.He had to hold her, wanting to pull his legs together and push him away.

- No ... no-no ... no-ee! She moaned. - I can not ... hurt!

At this time, he sucked her rapidly increasing clitoris and absolutely did not intend to stop. The feeling that he was the first at this sweet feast (he knew for sure that it was the first) and that no one had previously penetrated her language gave an incomparable pleasure to all his actions. He buried his head deeper between her shaky legs, squeezed his dark clit with his teeth and pulled it back, rather listening to her screams. Then he stretched a narrow slippery hole with his fingers and ran his tongue in as deep as he could. So he tormented her defenseless bosom for a long time, and then licking her throbbing and oozing moisture. With his hands he held her, then trembling, then breaking out, squeezing and stroking the mounds of her breasts, pinching her nipples between her fingers.

- Do I feel like her !? - Finally, he clearly formulated the thoughts rushing about in his head. - Yes, I am.

“Well, everything ... everything ... I will not do it anymore,” he lied, emerging from her torn crotch, stroked his wet cheek, wiped away pouring tears.

“You ... you ...” she sobbed. - Why are you ...? To me ...

Looking at her with a smile, he knelt above her, threw back her face, opened his mouth with his fingers with a force, and lowered the long erect penis there. He stroked her stiff neck, feeling the convulsive swallowing movements, leaned his hands on the bed and earned his hips, first smoothly. After a couple of minutes, he stopped being cautious and vigorously drove the penis into her throat, hitting the face with jumping eggs. She jerked weakly under his large body, lowed something, but the smacking sounds drowned out all the others. He bent down, pressed his lips to her protruding clitoris and launched his hand into the squished vagina. Soon, she confidently and quickly warmed in her hot depth. Several times the girl shook herself finely under him, sticky juices poured into his palm. Sensing the approach of ejaculation, he quickly turned over on her, jerked into a slippery hole, and after a couple of frictions he finished. Wet his hand in his discharge, he pressed her distorted pain face. Pulling at her, he slowly raised his weakened hands and untied her. She remained lying with raised arms. Contrary to his expectations, she did not swear and did not cry. Sobbing, after a pause and breathing, only quietly asked:

- Is that all ... was ... necessary?

He just smiled at her.

In the week remaining before the wedding, Inga learned the language.

Part 11
The wedding was lush and noisy as in the east. Her grandmother was brought in a private family plane. She spoke sternly with her granddaughter, scolded for not telling her anything about “new love and the bridegroom” and disappeared so long (the grandmother regularly sent SMS on her behalf from her phone). Also, she categorically dismissed Amina for the “disorder and stupidity” of her granddaughter, “in her passion for the forgotten grandmother.” Hiding a smile, he humbly listened to a still timeless, strong woman, kissed her hands and surrounded her with comfort and respect. She liked the bridegroom, his parents, and the wealth that surrounded her granddaughter. The grandmother was asked to stay here in a separate apartment or house, as she wished, but the woman refused. It is too late for her to get used to a foreign country, she explained.

Inga sadly listened to her grandmother, with whom she had not been too close before. She still could not understand her, and help even more. And the girl persistently drove away the disturbing thoughts of a fatal mistake made by her.

Among the many status guests, Amin led the bride to the head of the Interior Ministry of the country. The short, already drunk fat man patronized pat on the groom's shoulder and hugged the bride. Inga repeated the same words of gratitude and politeness to everyone, as Amin taught, but suddenly she remembered and asked:

- And how are those criminals who hijacked the plane? Were they judged? How much did they give them?

The minister frowned, trying to understand her accent, then looked blankly at Amin and answered with a patter. The girl dismantled only "What is the plane? You ... did not tell me ... ". She tried to repeat the question again, ... Read more →