Continuation of my previous story: http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5680390/Esclava-rusa-3.html
- A passport, false identification, and register that information in migration?
- Do you need anything else for migration?
- The identification will take an hour and a half, the passport will take something more. Registering it in migration will take much longer.
- I thought you had connections.
- Oh, I do have them. But is it so little time?
- Is money a problem?
- No. But it's going to be a big problem by tomorrow.
- Then what?
- To hell with it, we'll do it. I'll send you a message when it's done.
- The ship leaves in two days. Remember.
- I know.
- Good. fuck you about that part when we confirm it at migration.
- Good. Do you have the account number?
- Yes.
In an old building with a smoky smell, Alina sat on a bench in front of a white screen, her hair styled and her expression lost, jumped up after seeing the flash. When the forger told her to, she stood up and went to put her hand on my arm like an animal scared, asking what had happened. She didn't understand the explanation entirely but got the concept when she saw the printed photo in the passport, both marking Alina's age as 24 years old. It was enough to keep going.
Alina asked once in the car what it was all about. She sat with her legs wrapped around each other in the copilot seat, wearing stockings and a relatively short skirt, managing to take a quick glance at her buttocks. I told her to put on her seatbelt. She asked again beyond the photograph, asking for details about the need for fake identifications. I had to simplify as much as possible; she seemed to understand but still asked questions.
The second stop was a private doctor's office. Meditating outside the office, I thought about how long it would take to detect any infection in Alina. There was no other option. It was a serious problem trying to or even pretending to have sex with her without first finding out if There was risk. My parents had said she was clean and I would say you have to check it, not just for ETS's, but also for infections or diseases that could complicate things.
We got out of the van and taking her hand we entered the consultation room.
After 4 hours of consultation, the hotel and its food were the only option to calm the boredom produced by so many questions and for Alina as much contact with a stranger.
The doctor was corrupt enough to accept a 50% more than what he charged to keep quiet, even though it was good and cheap. At first glance, and even with a deeper review, there was nothing more than simple malnutrition, of course the other tests like blood or urine would be ready by tomorrow at the latest. The doctor agreed to contact me when they were ready. But he assured that the girl was indeed clean and seemed well cared for. Despite everything, he didn't send any vitamins; he understood that the girl would eat well from now on.
When the food arrived Alina sat down and ate watching TV she had taken off her outfit of today, she only wore black lace underwear and a grey t-shirt with a stamp on it. She asked things every now and then, interest went from how to combine her clothes to look nice to why it was necessary to see the doctor, until she made a question that I had been waiting since we arrived in Moscow.
Why are slaves prohibited? I said, I haven't seen any other one and makes me call him by his name instead of 'master'; when we're in public. Food drops bounced on the table.
Don't talk with your mouth full. She closed her mouth and lowered her head to focus on her food. I suppose you think being a slave doesn't seem so bad. The slave nodded. Do you remember when I told you how much a slave was worth before? She nodded again. Well, there are and I suppose there still are other types of slaves. You're a domestic; in other countries and in the past it was had The custom of using prisoners of war as slaves. With them there was little restraint, they were enemy trash, I suppose. But think that today there are people who have children working in cuties... They're places where they extract metals or jewels. And that's why it's prohibited. Besides human rights and all the rest.
-Does that mean I could be free and an independent person?-; I thought for a moment while seeing a perplexed face on her face. I nodded.- Then it's good no one finds out!- She concluded after a moment of meditation.
The food had exhausted me, but it was still early: Just 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Alina knew we would leave tomorrow morning on our way to the port. I stroked her head while watching TV reclined on the bed, with her feet elevated and swaying. She seemed lovely most of the time, I wasn't sure if it was due to her ignorance or her conformity with the life that had been dealt to her, in the end neither was bad. Despite her condition she had luck. The tub was full of warm water. This place was relaxing despite the constant fear of being discovered, in situations like this cynicism was a blessing.
The steam from the room made the bath a bit more relaxing.
-Alina.- I called.
-Say, master.- She responded behind the door.
-Enter.- From here on out, the seconds seemed to slow down.
-Yes, master.- Five seconds. The doorknob turned and I managed to see her foot entering the bathroom.
-Close the door.- The sound of the latch couldn't divert my gaze from her. She stood up straight like a soldier.- Undress and enter.- Her lips trembled, as did her hands and legs.
-Yes, master.- Her shirt passed by me, becoming just a rag next to my clothes, she wasn't wearing a bra and her panties seemed to give her trouble taking them off. Finally, she put one foot between my legs. I took her hand and she shuddered when she saw my erection under the water, there wasn't enough foam.- What side am I sitting on, master?-
I positioned her between my legs, turning her back to me.
You said you wanted to do everything. Do you want to leave?
No, my love, I want to be with you.
I'm telling you this while being so nervous.
I've never done this...
It doesn't matter saying you should relax. Lean on me and that's it. We'll stay like this for a bit, at least until you feel more comfortable.
Alina leaned back and her hair fell onto my pelvis. I took the hose from the watering can and started to wet her hair. The warm water seemed to be a good relaxant, her breathing became less frantic and finally she rested her arms on my legs instead of using them to cover her breasts.
My love, can we bathe together like this always?
Yes.
Thank you.
I passed my arms under her armpits and brought her closer to me. I felt her back against my erection and felt her crotch tremble.
We'll go slow.
I was going to whisper in her ear. Is it okay for you?
I'll do what you like, my love. You're my owner.
The statement took a bit of the edge off my libido. Now I realized that this girl, despite having a high libido, was totally ignorant. She probably knew sex from her parents but had no experience and most of the time she went with people who at least had some idea about foreplay. Despite having all afternoon and night to teach her, I couldn't do it like I was used to or she would be scared or hurt. But I knew that as a novice her initiative would be null.
My right hand caressed her abdomen, my left hand went to the side of her hair. I descended with one hand towards her pubis, my lips approaching her neck. Her breathing seemed to tremble. The silence of the bathroom was broken by the dripping of the watering can and the muffled sound of the TV outside the room. For a moment I imagined the possibility that she wasn't there. That gurgling, that distant voice from the TV would have another meaning.
My lips were pressed against her ivory neck and she arched her head to one side and brought her knees up to her chest. Her hand arrived at her pubic area and passing through the hair caressed the smaller lips while slowly opening the vulva and introducing a finger between the lips to continue caressing its interior.
She kissed with little elegance her neck but noticed her softening, just like the night before.
-Can I turn over, love?
-Yes.
My hand continued along her body, turning towards me. The water in the tub was moving like a small sea and her eyes of that dark and deep blue were looking straight at my eyes. Her face was approaching mine and her eyelids seemed to be undecided whether to close or open. She stopped.
-Love, can I...?
My hand moved from her pubic area to her cheek. Her lips were soft but the sensation of the kiss was rigid.
-Not like that. Imitate my movements as if you're following me.
She nodded. Her kiss didn't improve much, but she left her position on all fours in the tub and sat on my legs. Although still distant from my penis, she still felt its warmth.
My hand moved towards her hip and down to her buttocks. I held one and she lifted herself a little from her position to give me more space. I pulled her towards me. Her breasts with pink nipples felt soft against my chest and she was lowering her hand towards my member. Her fine hand held it and ran over it clumsily, perhaps thinking that the sensation would be the same for me as for her.
-Like this.
I said, holding her hand around my penis and ascending and descending. She nodded and bit her lips.
With both hands I held her legs and felt our sexes rubbing against each other more and more.
-Please, love. Do it...
With my right hand I took what I could of her two buttocks. She let out a small exclamation when she felt one of my fingers in her anus, but I ignored it while taking my penis with the other hand and placing it on top. It was rubbing my penis between her lips when it was in the vagina; we couldn't contain a mutual gasp, it felt so warm but equally hard to enter, her lubrication had gone away in the water. She kept trying to lower herself down despite... It seemed to hurt her.
I held her face with both hands and shook my head.
-Let's get out of here. Let's go to bed- She nodded, biting her lips.
She got up and walked towards the door with her hands on her back. I followed her, not losing sight of her raised and firm behind. When I caught up to her, I took her arm and made her turn around. The surprise was noticeable. Another clumsy kiss left us silent while I caressed her glutes and she placed my penis between her thighs. She was much more active than I had imagined.
I turned off the light almost abruptly; the light coming in through the window was enough. It was a cold, gray light that seemed to be raining ash, and the TV gave an blue glow from the news broadcast. The noise of it seemed distant. It was like being at the end of the world, totally alone, but somehow I didn't feel sad or lonely. Her eyes were looking at me expectantly while she caressed my cheek with her hand.
Even resting on the bed and with her legs open and her breasts flattened by gravity, I couldn't help but notice her eyes and smile.
-Please, love...-Her legs entwined my hip and pulled me towards her. She held my penis and introduced it into her body. -Let's do more of that...-There were light moans and scratching sounds as I entered deeper into her. She was wet, but she hadn't given herself enough time to the previous game not to feel the pain of her hymen.
I stopped and looked at her, putting a hand on her cheek and caressing her head.
-You should masturbate a bit more at this point.-She nodded. Her face looked red and seemed sweaty.
I kissed her neck while entering and exiting in the small space I had managed to create. She was biting her lips and softly moaning with what little she had.
I kissed her a bit more, and then it was like entering completely; her moisture and warmth extended inside, and I felt good being inside her. I entered and exited without any problems. When she noticed her breasts bouncing stronger, that's when... He turned to look down and then smiled at me with flushed cheekbones until I was satisfied. His entire body had changed from a pale white to a general pink, and his eyes seemed to be clearing up. Maybe it was just the light. But it was a good day. Maybe it hadn't been a bad decision after all.End part 4
Part 5:http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5695442/Esclava-rusa-5.html
- A passport, false identification, and register that information in migration?
- Do you need anything else for migration?
- The identification will take an hour and a half, the passport will take something more. Registering it in migration will take much longer.
- I thought you had connections.
- Oh, I do have them. But is it so little time?
- Is money a problem?
- No. But it's going to be a big problem by tomorrow.
- Then what?
- To hell with it, we'll do it. I'll send you a message when it's done.
- The ship leaves in two days. Remember.
- I know.
- Good. fuck you about that part when we confirm it at migration.
- Good. Do you have the account number?
- Yes.
In an old building with a smoky smell, Alina sat on a bench in front of a white screen, her hair styled and her expression lost, jumped up after seeing the flash. When the forger told her to, she stood up and went to put her hand on my arm like an animal scared, asking what had happened. She didn't understand the explanation entirely but got the concept when she saw the printed photo in the passport, both marking Alina's age as 24 years old. It was enough to keep going.
Alina asked once in the car what it was all about. She sat with her legs wrapped around each other in the copilot seat, wearing stockings and a relatively short skirt, managing to take a quick glance at her buttocks. I told her to put on her seatbelt. She asked again beyond the photograph, asking for details about the need for fake identifications. I had to simplify as much as possible; she seemed to understand but still asked questions.
The second stop was a private doctor's office. Meditating outside the office, I thought about how long it would take to detect any infection in Alina. There was no other option. It was a serious problem trying to or even pretending to have sex with her without first finding out if There was risk. My parents had said she was clean and I would say you have to check it, not just for ETS's, but also for infections or diseases that could complicate things.
We got out of the van and taking her hand we entered the consultation room.
After 4 hours of consultation, the hotel and its food were the only option to calm the boredom produced by so many questions and for Alina as much contact with a stranger.
The doctor was corrupt enough to accept a 50% more than what he charged to keep quiet, even though it was good and cheap. At first glance, and even with a deeper review, there was nothing more than simple malnutrition, of course the other tests like blood or urine would be ready by tomorrow at the latest. The doctor agreed to contact me when they were ready. But he assured that the girl was indeed clean and seemed well cared for. Despite everything, he didn't send any vitamins; he understood that the girl would eat well from now on.
When the food arrived Alina sat down and ate watching TV she had taken off her outfit of today, she only wore black lace underwear and a grey t-shirt with a stamp on it. She asked things every now and then, interest went from how to combine her clothes to look nice to why it was necessary to see the doctor, until she made a question that I had been waiting since we arrived in Moscow.
Why are slaves prohibited? I said, I haven't seen any other one and makes me call him by his name instead of 'master'; when we're in public. Food drops bounced on the table.
Don't talk with your mouth full. She closed her mouth and lowered her head to focus on her food. I suppose you think being a slave doesn't seem so bad. The slave nodded. Do you remember when I told you how much a slave was worth before? She nodded again. Well, there are and I suppose there still are other types of slaves. You're a domestic; in other countries and in the past it was had The custom of using prisoners of war as slaves. With them there was little restraint, they were enemy trash, I suppose. But think that today there are people who have children working in cuties... They're places where they extract metals or jewels. And that's why it's prohibited. Besides human rights and all the rest.
-Does that mean I could be free and an independent person?-
The food had exhausted me, but it was still early: Just 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Alina knew we would leave tomorrow morning on our way to the port. I stroked her head while watching TV reclined on the bed, with her feet elevated and swaying. She seemed lovely most of the time, I wasn't sure if it was due to her ignorance or her conformity with the life that had been dealt to her, in the end neither was bad. Despite her condition she had luck. The tub was full of warm water. This place was relaxing despite the constant fear of being discovered, in situations like this cynicism was a blessing.
The steam from the room made the bath a bit more relaxing.
-Alina.- I called.
-Say, master.- She responded behind the door.
-Enter.- From here on out, the seconds seemed to slow down.
-Yes, master.- Five seconds. The doorknob turned and I managed to see her foot entering the bathroom.
-Close the door.- The sound of the latch couldn't divert my gaze from her. She stood up straight like a soldier.- Undress and enter.- Her lips trembled, as did her hands and legs.
-Yes, master.- Her shirt passed by me, becoming just a rag next to my clothes, she wasn't wearing a bra and her panties seemed to give her trouble taking them off. Finally, she put one foot between my legs. I took her hand and she shuddered when she saw my erection under the water, there wasn't enough foam.- What side am I sitting on, master?-
I positioned her between my legs, turning her back to me.
You said you wanted to do everything. Do you want to leave?
No, my love, I want to be with you.
I'm telling you this while being so nervous.
I've never done this...
It doesn't matter saying you should relax. Lean on me and that's it. We'll stay like this for a bit, at least until you feel more comfortable.
Alina leaned back and her hair fell onto my pelvis. I took the hose from the watering can and started to wet her hair. The warm water seemed to be a good relaxant, her breathing became less frantic and finally she rested her arms on my legs instead of using them to cover her breasts.
My love, can we bathe together like this always?
Yes.
Thank you.
I passed my arms under her armpits and brought her closer to me. I felt her back against my erection and felt her crotch tremble.
We'll go slow.
I was going to whisper in her ear. Is it okay for you?
I'll do what you like, my love. You're my owner.
The statement took a bit of the edge off my libido. Now I realized that this girl, despite having a high libido, was totally ignorant. She probably knew sex from her parents but had no experience and most of the time she went with people who at least had some idea about foreplay. Despite having all afternoon and night to teach her, I couldn't do it like I was used to or she would be scared or hurt. But I knew that as a novice her initiative would be null.
My right hand caressed her abdomen, my left hand went to the side of her hair. I descended with one hand towards her pubis, my lips approaching her neck. Her breathing seemed to tremble. The silence of the bathroom was broken by the dripping of the watering can and the muffled sound of the TV outside the room. For a moment I imagined the possibility that she wasn't there. That gurgling, that distant voice from the TV would have another meaning.
My lips were pressed against her ivory neck and she arched her head to one side and brought her knees up to her chest. Her hand arrived at her pubic area and passing through the hair caressed the smaller lips while slowly opening the vulva and introducing a finger between the lips to continue caressing its interior.
She kissed with little elegance her neck but noticed her softening, just like the night before.
-Can I turn over, love?
-Yes.
My hand continued along her body, turning towards me. The water in the tub was moving like a small sea and her eyes of that dark and deep blue were looking straight at my eyes. Her face was approaching mine and her eyelids seemed to be undecided whether to close or open. She stopped.
-Love, can I...?
My hand moved from her pubic area to her cheek. Her lips were soft but the sensation of the kiss was rigid.
-Not like that. Imitate my movements as if you're following me.
She nodded. Her kiss didn't improve much, but she left her position on all fours in the tub and sat on my legs. Although still distant from my penis, she still felt its warmth.
My hand moved towards her hip and down to her buttocks. I held one and she lifted herself a little from her position to give me more space. I pulled her towards me. Her breasts with pink nipples felt soft against my chest and she was lowering her hand towards my member. Her fine hand held it and ran over it clumsily, perhaps thinking that the sensation would be the same for me as for her.
-Like this.
I said, holding her hand around my penis and ascending and descending. She nodded and bit her lips.
With both hands I held her legs and felt our sexes rubbing against each other more and more.
-Please, love. Do it...
With my right hand I took what I could of her two buttocks. She let out a small exclamation when she felt one of my fingers in her anus, but I ignored it while taking my penis with the other hand and placing it on top. It was rubbing my penis between her lips when it was in the vagina; we couldn't contain a mutual gasp, it felt so warm but equally hard to enter, her lubrication had gone away in the water. She kept trying to lower herself down despite... It seemed to hurt her.
I held her face with both hands and shook my head.
-Let's get out of here. Let's go to bed- She nodded, biting her lips.
She got up and walked towards the door with her hands on her back. I followed her, not losing sight of her raised and firm behind. When I caught up to her, I took her arm and made her turn around. The surprise was noticeable. Another clumsy kiss left us silent while I caressed her glutes and she placed my penis between her thighs. She was much more active than I had imagined.
I turned off the light almost abruptly; the light coming in through the window was enough. It was a cold, gray light that seemed to be raining ash, and the TV gave an blue glow from the news broadcast. The noise of it seemed distant. It was like being at the end of the world, totally alone, but somehow I didn't feel sad or lonely. Her eyes were looking at me expectantly while she caressed my cheek with her hand.
Even resting on the bed and with her legs open and her breasts flattened by gravity, I couldn't help but notice her eyes and smile.
-Please, love...-Her legs entwined my hip and pulled me towards her. She held my penis and introduced it into her body. -Let's do more of that...-There were light moans and scratching sounds as I entered deeper into her. She was wet, but she hadn't given herself enough time to the previous game not to feel the pain of her hymen.
I stopped and looked at her, putting a hand on her cheek and caressing her head.
-You should masturbate a bit more at this point.-She nodded. Her face looked red and seemed sweaty.
I kissed her neck while entering and exiting in the small space I had managed to create. She was biting her lips and softly moaning with what little she had.
I kissed her a bit more, and then it was like entering completely; her moisture and warmth extended inside, and I felt good being inside her. I entered and exited without any problems. When she noticed her breasts bouncing stronger, that's when... He turned to look down and then smiled at me with flushed cheekbones until I was satisfied. His entire body had changed from a pale white to a general pink, and his eyes seemed to be clearing up. Maybe it was just the light. But it was a good day. Maybe it hadn't been a bad decision after all.End part 4
Part 5:http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5695442/Esclava-rusa-5.html
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