- North Star. Storm
- North Star. Spanish hospitality. Start
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tried to turn it off without coping with stress.
A negro replaced by a swarthy Spaniard who had run into her. Thin and small, it became a little easier. When the Spaniard was replaced by the next user, she did not notice. Only in one, far from wonderful moment, having opened her eyelids, she saw a new face, no less vile, but different. It seems. She hardly understood what was happening. The vile Hari, limbs, sweaty dirty paws, constantly pawing her, almost already unfeeling body, changed.
Consciousness floated away. Svetlana gradually fell into saving oblivion.
A stream of warm water crashed down on her head, the second overwhelmed her body.
"Escape, thought up, rubbish ... It will not work ... You are a bitch, you will feel everything ... Scum ..." The Spaniard stood above her with a leather bucket in his hands.
"Pepe, you wanted to tear her in the ass ... Well, that's about time ... Your little Amigo will quickly wake up our slumbering slut ... Hey, bastards, untie her ... And then this slut has legs wither. "
What is this happiness when you can just move. Most. And the pain in the stiff and stiff limbs is also happiness. But the black man, with a hefty hell, turning her on her stomach, this is definitely not happiness. And very much the other way around. Noo ... Only, not in the ass ... How scary is that, mummies ... He, it will tear everything ... Oh, mom ... Mom ...
Sveta did not see Pepe's member, but she remembered the sensations as he burst into her already missed girl. It was painful. And how it will hurt now, she perfectly imagined. Experience anal sex she had. Small, but there was. They tried with Dima several times, but she didn’t like it and he didn’t offer it anymore. Then, a couple of times, with that idiot from Moldova. She had enough, and she refused, even though he insisted. Well, Arthur, she also gave him several times, but turned off at every opportunity.
Now, just do not turn around ...
Light set cancer. The Spaniard squatted in front of her. Grabbing his wet, stuck hair, he tilted his head up, and dug his eyes into his eyes, coming very close. She could feel his breath on her lips. Strange, but she did not feel the vile smell anymore, she smelled it or something.
Negro smeared her ass, sperm abundantly flowing down her thighs, and put a member to shrink, like a frightened kitten, a sphincter ring. Pressured.
It did not work, or rather it did not enter. Pepe, hemmed, and stroking Sveta with a black hand over his white skin, gave more pressure, stretching his buttocks to the sides.
Sveta felt her huge stake thrust into her ass. A wild, incomparable pain pierced her, from ass to spring. She hissed. Eyes almost jumped out of orbit. Her ass tore hellish, burning pain, sweat and tears rolled down her face.
Hot as a hellfire member, continued to move inside her body.
“What, whore, do you like our friend Pepe? Do you like when you fuck in the ass? ”The Spaniard scoffed at her face, Pepe's eggs slammed on the crotch.
And here, Light could not resist, fell.
“I will like uebysh when this black dick breaks your dirty ass, on the British flag, on the dick. Pidar spanish. So that you, with your own death choked, cocksucker, smelly. “Viciously hissing, a blond girl with a healthy black dick in her ass smirked into his face. In the depths of her eyes, bestial hatred splashed.
Around neighing.
The Spaniard, paused for a moment and pulled away, let go of her hair. Standing abruptly, he spread his hands to the sides and held them up, turned his face to the night sky, and happily laughed.
Laughing loudly, the Spaniard again leaned over her face and exhaled with a happy smile.
"I knew, I knew ... I felt ... You could not, so quickly break ... Thank you, thank you. San Sebastian, you did not forget your faithful Jorge, you sent him a nice gift ..." The Spaniard grabbed Light for cheeks and stared at her lips.Despite the hellish pain that pierced her from behind to the top of her head, her head went round. And the worst thing is not pain. The horror was that she wanted a Spaniard. Hated, was ready to break with his bare hands, and wanted, at the same time.
The Spaniard released Svetlana, and stepped aside, once again occupying an observation post, on the bay of the cable.
Sveta shook her head, driving away the obsession, and a new wave of pain in the anus pierced her. She didn’t say a word anymore, only wriggled moans and rare sobs broke from her bitten lips.
With every push, her body pierced the pain, but she endured. Everything ever ends, ended and this torture. Pepe shook and the jet of semen burned the insides, Sveta quietly hissed. Black cock with chpokom left her intestines.
But, only for the fact that his place was taken next. True, after Pepe, this one no longer brought so much pain.
She stood stupidly on all fours, her knees ached, on numbed and already feeling little buttocks there were constantly ringing slaps, occasionally whose hands, black, brown, white, caught her swinging breasts, crushed and crushed them, twisted and pulled her nipples, but she it was all the same. The wave, no, not an orgasm, but a dull indifference gradually rolled on her. She already didn’t care what the ETI were doing with her body, she kind of pulled herself away from what was happening. She didn’t care whose cock was crawling inside her tortured body, whose sperm was filling the uterus or intestines. What's the difference. The rotten seed of the freaks flowed down the thighs. Pain, dull aching pain, in the whole tormented body. Endure ... She must survive ... Survive at all costs ... Everything ends when ... She must endure ...
She was turned over again, and again the stream of water tore her out of her half-forgetful life. Sukaaaa ...
And the round dance began again. Kaleidoscope nasty rye, drooling lips, an endless series of dirty members, and streams of semen filling it.
And wild, inhuman fatigue. The body is already doing poorly with the load.
If she were in her place, some spoiled office bag would die, the heart could not resist or become insane. But Sveta held on. Her margin of safety was much higher. And again, a wave of indifference began to attack her. Sveta was lying on a piece of wet canvas, the body of the next rapist was twitching at her, another member squished and squished, in her vagina overflowing with all sorts of rubbish. And her empty, almost lifeless eyes stared into the gray sky. Gray ... GRAY ... DAWN ... Dawn is close ... She almost stood ... It remains just a little ... And the night is over ... The most terrible night in her life ...
Life, jerk back into her eyes. And Sveta stared into the eyes of a Negro jerking on her. Gubastaya, nasty mug.
“Handsome, why is it so weak then. I did not have time to feel anything. “Cracked lips stretched a wry smile. And ridicule, in the living eyes.
Gubasty puffed harder, giggles sounded behind him.
“Hey Jesus, but whore, you are unhappy. Guys, our Jesus whore can not satisfy. Looks like the poor guy is completely weak. ”
Jesús twitched even faster. And groaned.
"And it's all? You, Jesus, you need to train more. Go to Pepe, he will teach. It is better to substitute Pepe's ass than to rub calluses on his hands. “Light, hoarse through force.
A burst of laughter made Jesus, embarrassed, pulling up his pants, hiding in the crowd.
“Roma should be poured at least once to tear it off, as it should not be. “Sveta rasped in a hoarse voice.
“Hey Jorge, whore asks for rum. Pour, whore deserves a good drink. "
The Spaniard, approached her, squatted down. He looked into his eyes. He hesitated a moment. He turned his head toward the horizon, and squinting, he stared at the first rays of the sun that broke out there. He turned to her, grinned. He took off the flask hanging on his shoulder, pulled out the cork and lifted the neck to the cracked lips.
Flame burned his lips, mouth and larynx. The tongue, as if scorched by fire, caught his breath. A stream of fire, poured into the stomach. So it seemed to her. In fact, the Spaniard measured her only three sips.
"Sun is up. Soon we leave. Whore, in the hold. For the bastards' cause. ”
Light caught armpits and dragged somewhere. She herself could not walk, her legs did not obey, and she did not feel her legs.Everything hurt, every movement hurt. The pain was everywhere. But, she survived. Survived.
There was a loud knock. One of the tormentors, threw back the lattice hatch in the deck, and raising the Light, they began to lower the hold in the black mouth.
“Hey, trash, take a present. And look at me, do not touch her with your finger, if you die, I feed all the sharks. ".
She felt strong hands grab her under her knees, and armpits and as a child pressed to the powerful, broad black breasts. She flinched from fear. No ... Only, not this ... Again? ...
But these strong hands did not touch her body. They just carried it to a dark corner, and laid it on something soft. It is soft and smelling like sweet straw.
A black wrinkled hand with an unexpected force seized her shoulders and head, slightly raised. The other hand held up a bowl of water to the cracked, chewed lips. The water was fresh, warm, and slightly foul. Nothing tastes better in the world, she did not drink. Drops of water flowed down the chin and dripped onto the neck and chest, but she simply did not notice. Divine moisture moistened parched lips, tongue, sky, larynx with life-giving life-vices. Filled the stomach. Bliss...
Sveta looked at the benefactor. Black, wrinkled face, framed with short gray curly hair, and rare and also gray beard and mustache.
“Do not be afraid girl. Nobody will touch you here. My name is Amadi. And his name is Goliath. He is mute, the Spaniards in his eyes raped and killed his wife, and since then has been silent. He will never harm you. Not after what was there today. "
“We heard what was at the top of the Lady. Damned, Spanish pigs. Etterende flicker "in Dutch ended a hoarse voice. “Do not worry. Lady, you are among friends, your companion seems to have completely broken off his mind, carries some sort of nonsense, but the Lord is merciful, he looks up. I, Hendrik van Beer, went to the White Wind as a skipper, until these sluts of his children let him down. “Sveta hardly considered a short, tightly knit Dutchman of about fifty years old, with short, semi-gray hair and a similar, rather neglected, skipper's beard.
“Light, Light, how are you?” Arthur pushed toward her and gently took her by the shoulder. Svetlana smiled wryly with cracked lips, stretched a half-bent right hand with a clenched fist to the side of the manhole grille and slowly straightened the middle finger.
It seems that today, it's over. She was able to survive. And survive. THIS. Yes, ahead of her many tests await, she will probably be raped, mocked and humiliated more than once. There will be pain and suffering. But this, MOST TERRIBLE NIGHT in her life, she was able to survive. She will endure everything, she will endure, she will wait in the wings. And he will come, her hour. And then they, all these nonhumans, then they WILL RECOGNIZE OWN BLOOD.
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Well written. Realistic. On business. Although it is not exciting, therefore estimates may be low. But a great series with a smoothly developing adventure storyline. Already, even potential allies are looming. It will be interesting to see how you return the glavgeroy to the present. Well, I think a trivial storm will do. The main thing is that they understand that in the past.
We look forward to continuing in general.
By the way, who's next? Kira, Lera, Katya or Sveta again?
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Thank. Well, ratings are generally very subjective. I pay little attention to them. I write for those readers who like it for themselves.
The purpose of this chapter was not to excite the reader. Beautiful and exciting sex scenes, yet to come. And in this episode, the goal was completely different, first of all, to show rape as it is in real life, in all its filth and cruelty, and to give a start of the heroine’s difficult relationship with Spaniard and her right to revenge.
In the hold there are still a lot of people. So there will be allies. This is the old shaman Amadi, and the faithful Goliath, the Dutch skipper beaten up by life, the desperate Irishman, and many others. In general, for me the biggest problem is Saleyev.At first I wanted to cut off his head on the beach, but then I spared.
It is easy to return them, this is a storm, and the shaman is not an easy person, you can find some kind of ancient temple, there are many ways. But why? Svetiku yet of course bad. but everything will work out, and then why should she actually go home. With her character this time suits her much more. Adventurer by nature. Manager of a cosmetics company or reckless captain of a pirate schooner, what will she choose? In my opinion the choice is obvious.
Apparently Kira. Then Lera. The “lame master” has been put off. Today I spent half the night with the “Freezer” folder. I got “Former” (family drama about treason, divorce, difficult relationship two years later) while I think.
Kate will continue only after the completion of Kira. Although Chapter 9 is already fully formed. When I write, Katya here and lay out.
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Following. Mikhail "Lame sir." Today will make the last edits and lay out.
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And I thought in the third part the main characters will float further, over a wave of time, and will please the cruel tribe of Neanderthals. They say there (archeologists say) and the members were half a meter long ... probably lying? :)
And before fucking there were some kind of desire ... and they loved to indulge in zoo: they laid sacrifices under a saber-toothed tiger al under a mammoth, while they themselves sat in a circle and watched. So prehistoric porn was born.
Gina Jameson and Teresa Orlovski come from there.
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What are you, what are you, father lie? The true truth of the verb. Archaeologists, they know better. And half a meter is not the limit. And they say another pithecanthropus were found, so they voosche under two meters. Or was it a tail? Sorry forgotten.
Mammoth gruppushka is certainly a fascinating thing, and the saber-toothed tigrik is just a darling. But here's how you missed the woolly rhino, because he, such a prank, with his two-meter horn, made such a pretzel ... The audience was absolutely delighted ... And joined the action ... Yes, sir ... That's why they died out.
So, we'd better stop in the quiet and cozy century of the seventeenth, among the sweetest and friendliest people. And all this extreme, well, with tigers there and mammoth leave to others. It is not mine.
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at Kharasho, sho you have a sense of humor. Kaneshna, write, and write as you see it. do not give in to pressure of all sorts of readers of the type - “but it would be good if ...”
if it were not interesting, I interrupted the reading at the beginning of the first chapter, let alone the following. there are controversial, but from my side of understanding, moments, but as they say ... I did not give a mark, I confess. because in general, has not yet developed an opinion on this matter. may further chapters help, then immediately put everything in.
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Well, BBC baby Pepe, was needed, right there and then. The heroine is torn at him. Well, the fact that the stamp, so 90% of the life of the stamps is. And the plot for good has just begun.
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The harsh truth of filibusters, so to speak life behind the scenes of the heroes of Raphael Sabatini
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Something like that. And then Sabatini and Stevenson, and even Jack Sparrow, which is all so glamorous, reduces his cheekbones.
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I read this series only because you are the author. And I agree with Midasom, but it does not excite, although I don’t even understand what is still missing. For the first time I read about popadans in such a context, maybe in the future something will change and the plot will drag out. Although with Leroy and Kira you did it from the first lines and this, in my opinion, due to the fact that the series look very believable. Well, and probably, many of your readers here will agree with me that while you wait a long time to continue - you forget some plot lines, some important details, switching to another story.There are so many different series of stories in your thread that personally my memory is not able to keep everything :). It is quite another thing when reading a series from and to, plunging into it entirely and for some time after reading, you are still under the impression of the story.
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Thank. This chapter should not excite, cause outrage, disgust, but not excite. I hate rapists too much. He just dealt with real rape victims more than once. And when you read like a heroine she has an orgasm for an orgasm when she is raped, enraged. Fear and pain she experiences and not an orgasm. I'm talking about real rape. Games of violence and group sex do not count. And in many stories, rape is presented as such. The juvenile assholes will read and they will catch a bag of groceries in the park when a woman passes by from the store home, she resists the species, wait a minute to enjoy it.
But these are my cockroaches, shared with life experiences.
Well, I always liked pop fiction, but there was not enough porn in it. So I decided to try. It wanted to be steel, the noise of the wind in the sails, and the gnashing of teeth.
After all, all the series are slightly different. Lera-lyrical comedy, Kira in the form of porn thriller. Light-adventure fiction. Katya - I don’t know, an implicit mystic, I guess. The unpublished “Lame Barin” and “Former” historical melodrama and family drama (someone complained that they never came across a story describing the real feelings of the husband who found his wife in an interesting position. So in the “Former” they are that neither is natural.).
Now chapters are more likely to come out. Time for scribbling has become more. External troubles of the last three months are over. And all new only after completion of Kira. Separate stories do not count.
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Well, then we wait for the continuation)
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Very cool ... It hurts ... But cool ... I read it in one breath ... I wonder if there will be a sequel?
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Yes, there will be. And they really, choke on blood.
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Written great! The atmosphere of violence is great. As noted already, the scene causes both disgust and aversion. The growing feeling of all-consuming hatred is born before our eyes) We are looking forward to the “pisyuns on the walls”!)
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Thank. Pisyuny will be required. But not all at once, the heroine still have to suffer. Being a slave to a planter is not a toy, it’s really scary. And it hurts. And when you are being poisoned by the Spaniard, and Jesus (this nit does not forgive humiliation) life can turn into hell.
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For the first time I leave a comment.
Light must avenge! Moreover, if not difficult exactly as the Spanish promised - with the use of the distinct dignity of an African African!
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Hard0 And it was exactly 10) that for me it was no longer necessary to be, but turned into a fascinating pirate r0man with a heroine-positive. I hope that all of them are x * and p00 truncates and shakes them in the mouth. It will also capture the ship and take down its own k0mandu! And preferably in the next chapter))
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