The girl stretched out and curved her neck trying to look at the pegs holding her hands, but her disheveled hair prevented her from seeing something. She squeezed the fingers of her left hand into a fist and tried to reach the knot. He strained his muscles, twitching from side to side, for several minutes she was powerlessly beating in the bundles like a fly in a spider's web, but the ropes did not sag a centimeter. She sighed, and tried to do the same operation with the legs and again to no avail.

Melissa was annoyed that she did not feel the pendant. If she felt a metal star on her chest, it would be much easier for her, sometimes she lifted her shoulders and lifted her head to feel the tension of the chain and make sure that she didn’t go anywhere.

Now she realized that the forest around is filled with thousands of different sounds. The trees rustled from the slightest touch of the wind. Buzzes, some insects, something clicked and rustled in the grass. Occasionally she heard something beginning to squeeze through the thick underbrush. When this happened for the first time, Melissa’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest; she was firmly convinced that THIS would climb into the clearing.

Some time passed, and she no longer perceived these noises so keenly. Therefore, she did not immediately pay attention to the crackling of branches somewhere behind her head. Rhythmic periodic repeated crunch and rustle of sand, as if it were pressing something heavy.

She suspected not well, when these sound and suddenly ceased. A frosty shiver ran down her back and the girl listened intently, it seemed that all sounds except wind noise had suddenly subsided, and then the wind disappeared, there was a dead silence in which she heard the sound of her own heart and booming blood. With increasing panic, she realized that there was someone nearby. Melissa jerked and moaned, unbearably wanting to shout, call for help, or just ask if there was anyone nearby. She was absolutely sure that someone was looking at her, carefully studying every detail of her naked body.

A minute later she heard absolutely clear steps now. Whoever it was, he now went to the open area of ​​the glade. Step ... one more ... getting closer and closer.

Melissa lost her ability to think rationally. She huddled in fetters, ignoring the pain in her ankles and wrists. The mere thought that she needed to flee immediately before someone hurt her was throbbing and pounding in her brain. She stopped wriggling only when the steps became so loud that she should have already seen the potential attacker. Breathing intermittently, Melissa forced herself to open her eyes in a mixture of stupefying fear and equally strong curiosity.

A few meters away she saw an obscure dark figure. REPORTABLE DIFFERENT DANGERED GRAY CREAM AND FOLDING HOOD. A thick gloom curled under the hood, no matter how hard she tried, she could not see faces. Melissa had the idiotic feeling that under a raincoat there was nothing at all, only a clot of thickened darkness.

The figure leaned forward, threw out a black mustache in the shape of a human hand, fingers spread, hanging over the girl. The girl with primitive horror pressed into the ground under her trying to pull away.

The hand has disappeared. Again there was a rustle and the creaking of sand under a heavy body, characteristic sounds, the figure dropped to its knees. It seemed to Melissa that she hears a low throaty moan and blood froze in her veins. The hood turned to the right, gazing at her legs and slowly returned. He studied her whole body. She felt that she was feeling a ghostly look, as if a piece of ice was touching the skin.

A hand reappeared, she reached for her face. Melissa plunged into intolerable horror and screamed through the gag.But instead of snatching life from her as she expected, her fingers grasped the edge of the scotch and slowly pulled him aside, freeing her lips.

Melisa stopped yelling and dared to open her eyes again. The hand still represented the condensed darkness, no details. And yet when the fingertips touched the skin of the lips, they seemed soft and smooth like an atlas - alive, not at all unpleasant. Scotch peeled off completely and fell to the ground next to the head. Fingers hung over the open mouth, as if waiting for something.

It took Melissa time to understand what they were waiting for; she could barely understand anything from pulsating fear. Then the girl relaxed her lips and opened her mouth wider. Fingers clinging to the edge of wet panties and pulled them out, throwing aside.

- Thank. - Melissa said slurredly, barely moving her jaw, her face muscles numb with cold and stretching. Who are you?

In response, silence. Just one more lingering guttural moan or sigh.

“P-please, I'm very scared, you scare me,” Melissa imploringly pleaded, disobedient lips.

The figure's arm still swayed over her face. Fingers clenched, splayed, dropped to her neck.

“N-no, please ...” the girl imploringly said, squeezing herself into the ground again. N-no ... don't hurt me ...

She, for some reason, it was important that there was no pain, even if he kills her now, let it happen quickly. But as soon as her fingers wrapped around the roundness of her chest, Melissa felt something completely impossible. The hand was silky smooth. She slid along the elastic flesh, pressing as if oiled, fingers clenched, pushing the bulge and suddenly wrapped around a hard nipple spot, causing Melissa to jerk, an incomprehensible wave swept through her spine, which was not at all connected with the cold. The fingers began to crush the chest, everywhere, as if studying, then returned to the nipple and began to stroke it tickle until it began to swell and sharpened taking the shape of a cone with a rounded bottom, another are covered with a small mound of the chest hemisphere. The finger touched the tip of the nipple, the most sensitive place, and shook it from side to side.

Melissa groaned, the touch excited her incredibly, the feeling was almost as strong as the sticky paralyzing horror that arose when a figure appeared. A hot wave swept across her body, suddenly arched her back, a second and the girl felt ready to beg not for mercy, but for sexual liberation. She wanted this more than anything in the world, to such an extent that excruciating pain arose in the vagina, insane, stinging, throbbing. Even if she was not excited before the appearance of a stranger, he now, in a few taps, brought her into this wild state.

Palm lay on the second chest and began to caress her as well as the first. A second hand appeared from beneath the cloak, and both heaving bowls disappeared under the stains of stirring thick darkness.

“My God ...” Melissa sobbed. P-please ... Please don't stop. - these words flew from her lips against the will.

The figure turned sharply, bestial, turned her head to her face, and she distinguished two red-colored dots under the hood. The girl gasped and bit her lip to suppress a cry, the pleasure for a moment was gone, replaced by a new fit of crazy fear.

And then Melissa heard something like an intermittent vague whisper. He was very much like the rustle of the wind.

- Do you want me to continue? - She distinguished. Do you want me to give you pleasure?

Melissa swallowed convulsively. She fell into a stupor unable to utter a sound. Her hands immediately pulled away from her breasts, and the girl again experienced excruciatingly burning flesh excitement. She nodded convulsively.

- Are you ready?
- I ... yes, I ... I need it.

The figure froze for a moment. She did not see his face, but she seemed to understand that the stranger was hesitating and confused. Obviously, the situation in which he fell was unconventional.

- You will be mine? - rustled on the verge of hearing .... Read more →