Confusion

The summer rain began to drum cheerfully on the roofs, on the tree leaves, and on the asphalt, still warm from the sun. It poured down suddenly, as a summer rain should, refreshing the streets after the heat. People scattered in all directions, hiding under building canopies, in entrances, anywhere they could. I also dashed into the first gateway, stopping in the archway between two small houses. Thunder rumbled playfully, as if mocking the people trying to hide from the downpour. But a summer rain is brief, and within ten or fifteen minutes it began to subside, the sky clearing of clouds right before my eyes.

A tinted foreign car lazily pulled out of the courtyard, and I pressed myself

against the wall to let it pass. But inside, they were in no hurry. It stopped near me, as if someone was examining me through the dark, opaque windows. I waited patiently, staring at the lifeless windows. Suddenly, the rear door swung open, and a large, older man emerged. Completely silent, he grabbed me by the waist and easily, as if I were a toy, literally tossed me into the back seat. It all happened so fast I didn't even have time to yelp. And immediately the car sped off. I was lying with my head on the lap of a stranger. Looking up at him, I realized I was done for: the dream of my life, a smoldering brunet with brown eyes, who was looking at me mockingly and then, with a careless motion, sat me upright. "So, where are we going?" I asked sarcastically. Apparently, I wasn't supposed to behave like that, because the driver kept glancing curiously in the mirror, shooting looks at me.

Everyone was silent, and I decided not to entertain them with my chatter. Through the tinted windows, I could see houses flashing by, which then turned into trees flashing by. The car picked up speed, and the trees along the road merged into a solid green stripe. I don't know how long we drove, but despite the situation, I dozed off. I opened my eyes when the car braked sharply and stopped opposite tall gates. The first man got out and mockingly opened the door for me. Proudly tossing my head back, I stepped out. But I miscalculated and flopped face-first right into his legs, and below the belt at that. Snorting in surprise, he pushed me away and I plopped down on my soft spot. My dress flew up, revealing my favorite lace panties. The guy froze, unable to tear his gaze away from this mesmerizing sight. I pulled down my dress and extended a hand, offering for him to help me up. He yanked my hand sharply, and I flew forward like a rabbit in a cartoon, my legs scrambling. But I managed to brake in front of the door to a large cottage. My brunet dream, while I was struggling with the first guy, had already walked up to the house doors, opened the door, and motioned for me to go ahead. I looked around the mansion with curiosity.

Everything spoke of the owner's good taste. I don't like reading descriptions of settings and clothes in books, so I'll skip that part myself.

I was taken to a large room and locked in. With nothing else to do, I curled up with my feet on a wide sofa and... fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of the lock opening; I desperately needed to pee from the daytime tea I'd managed to drink before the rain. A middle-aged man entered the room. My two kidnappers were hovering behind his shoulder. The man stared at me in bewilderment: "What IS this?" His astonished voice held genuine surprise, as if he'd expected to see Saddam Hussein here, but saw me instead. "Well, excuse me," I curtsied deeply, threatening to spill my contents onto the carpet, "for not living up to your expectations!" The man glared menacingly at the guys, who looked guilty and were shifting from foot to foot like horses at a racetrack. "So..." he paused for a moment, then continued his speech, "by tomorrow, I want this doll gone from here!"

The guys nodded their heads, apparently knowing where to put me. I was starting to dislike the situation again and decided to speak up: "I'm embarrassed to ask, of course, but I hope you'll send me home?" But my voice crying in the wilderness went unheard. They went out the door, not forgetting to lock it. What jerks! I sat down, tucking my legs under me... there was going to be a puddle here soon. I looked around for something I could use as a pot. In the closet, a flower vase stood proudly and alone. Funny? Well, what was I supposed to do? I did what I had to do and shoved it behind the closet, fortunately it fit back there. And I sat back down on the sofa. Now it was more amusing. Outside the window, I could hear an engine start and a car drive away. About 20 minutes passed in agonizing waiting.

At that moment, the door swung open, and the one I had fallen onto in the car came in. "You gonna eat?" he asked gloomily. "What, does it look like I feed on holy spirit?" I inquired venomously. He silently turned around and walked out of the room; I followed. We went downstairs to the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator, took out a piece of meat and put it on a piece of bread, slapped a chunk of cheese on top, and sat down at a table where a cup of hot coffee was already steaming slightly.

"So what was that all about?" I watched with interest as he devoured a second sandwich as tall as an oligarch's thick wallet.

"Nothing much..." He clearly didn't want to talk, but I needed to understand the situation and what would happen next.

"Did you mistake me for someone? And what now?" I tried to keep my voice from trembling.

"Well, we made a mistake... it happens." He shrugged and suddenly looked me over carefully from head to toe.

"When will you take me home?" I stared at him expectantly, trying not to show my fear.

"Never!" he said unexpectedly quietly and ominously, looking straight into my eyes.

"People will be looking for me," I said not very confidently, remembering that my parents were on a month-long vacation abroad.

"Let them look," he suddenly licked his lips like a cat and ran his finger along the blade of a knife. I squealed and started to run. The room where I had been before was open; I dashed in there and tried to close the door behind me, but I wasn't fast enough. Zhenya deftly stuck his foot in the gap and pushed. I flew back onto the floor, and the door swung wide open. He came in and sniffed: "What's that smell?" I kept silent, remembering the ill-fated vase behind the closet. Zhenya opened the closet doors, took out some bed linen, and threw it on the sofa. Then he thought for a bit and threw a huge white soft towel and left the room, tossing out: "Bathroom's across the hall." Realizing they weren't going to kill me today, I undressed completely, wrapped myself in the towel, and stepped over the threshold of the room. Across the hall was indeed a bathroom and toilet.

The bathtub amazed me with its whiteness, and without thinking long, I ran some slightly bluish water and lay down, closing my eyes. I don't know how long I lay there, but realizing I was getting sleepy, I got up and turned on the shower. After quickly washing my hair, I decided to wash my body; there were some washcloths here, but I was too squeamish to use them. Pouring gel onto my palms, I was about to apply it to my body when suddenly the curtain was pulled aside, and I saw Zhenya's pleased face. He was wearing only a towel wrapped around his hips. From the surprise, I almost sat down in the tub. And he, businesslike, applied gel to his palms and began to wash me. In short, where and how I should turn. I was so stunned that I followed his instructions, turning first one side, then the other. But when his hand slid between my legs, I squeezed them together in protest and tried to pull away. He theatrically but menacingly raised one eyebrow and put his other hand on my breast, lightly squeezing the nipple, which had long been standing up like a round button on a clown's costume even without his touch. I gasped and immediately my legs, betraying me, spread apart, letting his hand in. Not embarrassed in the least, he thoroughly washed there, smoothing the lips and skillfully caressing my clit. When

he brought the shower head over, I already wanted more, but I silently endured these sexual tortures, imagining myself as the heroine of some film enduring torture.

"What?" he smirked.

"What what?" I asked confusedly, looking into those eyes and realizing I was finally drowning in them.

"You don't know what to do with it?" He theatrically raised his eyebrow again, but now in sorrowful bewilderment.

"Well, theoretically..." I was already shaking with desire.

"Now let's try it practically," his eyes laughed, and his hands played with my hair, giving a soft hint that they could also force me harshly.

"Well, you're quite a girl! Fire!" Zhenka gently stroked my cheek with his hand and unexpectedly, bending down, plunged into my lips. His tongue penetrated mine, twirling, embracing, and caressing. I fell onto my back, spreading my arms. And my brown-eyed dream kissed me tenderly, unhurriedly, trying not to miss a single corner of my body. I moaned with pleasure, giggled from tickling, and arched towards him, pressing my head.

And his lips slid lower and lower, and with every touch, my breath caught. I waited... any moment now... a little lower and already impatiently I slightly pushed and guided his head. But he suddenly pulled away from me, whispering in my ear: "Not all at once, girl!" Well, at least one joy, he won't kill me now! And he leaned over me a little and sharply, with one thrust, pierced me. His member slid in quickly, filling the pulsating space inside, wrenching an involuntary sob of pleasure from me. Zhenka froze for a few seconds, getting used to it, and then began to move confidently and strongly, powerfully driving his weapon to its full length, not lowering himself onto me, staying on his hands and looking into my face. And after that, I don't remember anything else... only waves of bliss, pleasure, washing over me like in the sea during a storm, higher and stronger. And then I was covered...

I came to, breathing heavily, as if I had been running around all day with my neighbor shopping for new thongs. Zhenka was lying on his side next to me, peering into my face.

"What are you looking at?" I closed my eyes again from his intense gaze.

"You have a beautiful face when you come," he said smiling and ran his hand over my body, damp with sweat.

"And when I don't come, it's ugly?" I inquired, "so that's why you picked me up off the street. Yeah, my face, you see, didn't please you." Zhenka instantly became serious: "Right... get ready quickly!" I didn't wait for a second invitation and quickly pulled my dress on, looking around for my panties. But the dream of my life was already pulling me down the steps to the exit.

The car started on the first try and we quickly sped along the highway. I was filled with a sense of respect and gratitude for my savior and began to think and fantasize about what punishment awaited him and what his accomplices would do to him now. The prospect of losing my dream didn't exactly delight me. At that moment, he sharply turned onto a forest road and raced along it somewhere deep into the woods. After driving a considerable distance from the road, he stopped the car.

"Zhenya, what's going to happen now?" I asked, getting out of the car.

"What do you mean?" he was surprised.

"Well, you didn't carry out... that... how to say... the order. You didn't kill me. What will they do to you now?"

His eyebrows furrowed, a kind of terrible, hard expression appeared on his face, and he hissed through his teeth: "Castrate me, at best." Horror seized me. I just found what I'd been dreaming of and now this... It will quickly become unusable. I threw myself on his neck, hugging him, and thinking whether to burst into tears or if this show of sympathy was enough. He stroked my head and whispered hotly in my ear: "Sweetie, give me a blowjob for the last time." I looked up at him, trying to give my eyes a sorrowful look and... was stunned. His eyes were laughing, so much so that it seemed they were scattering sparks around. "Go to hell!" I got angry, realizing he was making fun of me. And, turning around, I wanted to get in the car. But he quickly grabbed me by the waist and threw me onto the hood, which was still warm. Without any ceremony and not listening to my screams calling for conscience, threatening with all heavenly and earthly punishments, he, holding my hands with one of his, spread my legs with his leg. And then just the sound of a zipper being undone on jeans, a short bite on the neck and... a banal fuck from behind. He didn't even have to bother with underwear. There I go lying again. Not a banal fuck. A fuck with my moans, gasps, and cries of pleasure.

I was standing by the car, and stuff was running down my legs. A stupid look, of course, but I couldn't imagine how to get in the car now. Zhenya slowly zipped up his jeans. He took some tissues from the glove compartment and handed them to me. Hiding behind the door, I tidied myself up as best I could. But as soon as I bent over, his finger was in my cave. Squealing in surprise, I straightened up, but only impaled myself on him more. And he pressed me against the door and, looking into my face, continued to caress and fuck me there, holding me in place with the weight of his body, and with his other hand kneading my breast... in short, he teased me so much that I myself, subduing my pride, asked him to help me finish. He kissed me on the lips and... got in the car. I was stunned.

"Well, what?" he leaned out the window, "are you coming?"

"Where?" I was so aroused, and he was behaving so unpredictably, that I started asking stupid questions.

"To my place," his eyes laughed, drowning me in their blackness. I silently got in, hating him and myself, and was silent the whole way. He really did take me to his place. What awaited me next? I didn't think about it anymore. We went up to his apartment and he, looking around like a proper spy, quickly unlocked the door with a key, nodding at me and pointing his finger, silently, like in a modern action movie. I slipped through the open door and froze in the hallway. After looking around once more, he quietly closed the door. And suddenly, looking at my face, he burst out laughing loudly: "Relax! I was just supposed to get you away from there. Nobody was going to kill you!"

And what now? And now my brown-eyed dream and I are expecting a child, whom we'll name Zhenya... By the way, they only found that vase behind the closet a month later, when they had to call special services because they couldn't get rid of the smell in the house.