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SerflySGR
That night she related to me how she was abused by her family; how they match-made (read: sold) her to the rich land owner’s retarded son in their village. Hearing her personal tragedy, my heart ached.
As in any backwater country, it was every family’s wish to marry their daughters into wealthy families. Wanda’s family was no different. Although marriages arranged by parents was declining in Indonesia, it was still very common among lower-class families, such Wanda’s. So when they heard that their local land owner was looking for a wife for their son, they jumped at the chance; it didn’t matter if the betroth was mentally challenged.
On the day of the wedding, Wanda was sent off with great fanfare. Her family was elated to have their family’s status improved by marriage. None of them were prepared for the nightmare that lay ahead.
After the last of the guests left, Uncle Amir (the groom’s uncle) led the newly weds into their matrimonial room. Wanda told me that Uncle Amir gave the groom something to eat, which he gladly accepted. He then guided the groom to a corner of the room which was piled with toys.
The groom was like a child trapped in an adult’s body and had the intellect and innocence of a seven-year-old so he was glad to be “reunited” with his toys after a long, boring day at his wedding. He had been sitting and smiling at guests the whole day.
With the groom distracted, Uncle Amir had Wanda all to himself. That night, Amir forced himself upon the young bride.
As Wanda related her ordeal on her wedding night, I felt myself getting turned on again.
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
With the groom distracted, Uncle Amir had Wanda all to himself. That night, Amir forced himself upon the young bride.
As Wanda related her ordeal on her wedding night, I felt myself getting turned on again.
I painted a graphic mental picture from Wanda’s words……
That night, Pak Amir gave my husband something to eat that made him happy. Then Pak brought my husband to where his parents kept his toys and let him play there.
“Come,”
Pak Amir beckoned me,
“let not a child waste the fruits of a young woman when it can be savoured by a man.”
He said as he smiled at me. He forced his tongue into my mouth but I clamped it shut.
He rewarded my defiance with a tight slap.
Instinctively I let out a cry and he pushed on his attack, inserting his tongue down my throat. I started to gag and I coughed.
He slapped me again and again as if to beat me into submission. Then he offered me an ultimatum - to submit myself fully to him or he will get the male servants take turns to have their way with me and then declare me a loose woman and have the villagers stone me to death.
I trembled in fear. If I brought shame to my family, my father would kill me so I agreed to his advances.
He made me address him as “suami” or husband while he disrobed. For the first time in my life, I saw an erect male organ.
”Isap!”
he forced me to my knees and then he brought my face to his swollen manhood. In fear, I turned away and I was rewarded with a few more slaps to my face.
”Isap!”
he commanded me again to suck on his swollen member. This time I opened my mouth and slowly put his cock into my mouth.
Without warning, he grabbed both sides of my head and pulled my head towards his pelvis while he trusted in my direction. I gagged and started to retch.
I tried to struggle but he clamped my head like a vice.
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Hazardofeden
Wow, great start. I’m sure many of us here love a good, coherent story not necessarily just about sex from the get go. You’re actually giving ilock a run for his money!
Hi
Hazardofeden
!
Comparing me with the Great Bro ilock is like comparing local actors with Hollywood actors; he’s in a class of his own and my idol! I just hope that I can write 1/2 as good as him
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diputs1269
+10 for your well written story, more please.
Thank you bro
diputs1269
! I am truly humbled.
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
Without warning, he grabbed both sides of my head and pulled my head towards his pelvis while he trusted in my direction. I gagged and started to retch.
I tried to struggle but he clamped my head like a vice.
Wanda continued her story……
With no escape, I could only bob my head up and down his shaft, gagging and retching several times until he was satisfied with me, he released his grip.
“You have a lot to learn on how to please a man”
, he said with a smirk.
“That was not the least enjoyable but you will learn.”
Then he practically ripped my clothes off.
He roughly fondled my breasts, alternating between suckling and licking my nipples. For the first time in my life, I started to experience some new sensations.
“You like this, don’t you?”
I shook my head. Feeling humiliated that
I was being violated by this fat and balding old man
.
“Then why are you wet?”
he asked dryly.
Only then did I realize secretions were flowing out of my vagina and down my thighs. I covered my face with my hands in shame but Pak Amir pried them open. He seem to want to humiliate me further.
Pak Amir laid me down on the bed and then he started licking the juices that flowed down my thighs, slowing making his way to my honey pot. And when he got to the entrance of my vagina, he stopped licking. Completely.
As if a spell was broken, I snapped out of my trance and looked at him.
“And now sayang, is when I make you a true woman”
, he said and he spread my legs wider on the bed. Gripped with a new sense of fear, I began to trash around in bed. I tried to kick Pak Amir but he was larger than me and he overpowered me. Just for good measure, he smacked me a few times. As I was reeling from the after-shocks of his slaps, I felt a sharp pain below.
“You are so tight my sayang. Such a waste to let that you are married to that imbecile”
, he whispered in my ear as he continued to thrust his swollen member into my vagina, "
From now onwards, you will learn to serve me, you understand?"
As if he had gone into a trance,
Pak Amir quickened his pace and with a few grunts, he exploded inside of me.
I must have passed out after that because the next thing I remembered was my mother-in-law inside our room; my husband, on the other hand, was sleeping naked next to me. I scanned the area for Pak Amir but he was no where in sight.
“Good! Good!”
she exclaimed as she saw the mixture of goo and blood on the stained bed sheets, “your father is correct; you have not been tainted by any man”
Happy with her findings, she woke my husband up and told him to wash up and get ready for breakfast downstairs.
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SerflySGR
“Good! Good!”
she exclaimed as she saw the mixture of goo and blood on the stained bed sheets, “your father is correct; you have not been tainted by any man”
Happy with her findings, she woke my husband up and told him to wash up and get ready for breakfast downstairs.
Listening to Wanda’s story was like watching some television soap opera; it felt so surreal. Mother-in-laws checking if their daughter-in-laws were virgins?
In his book, “Bringing Up Boys”, Dr James Dobson talks about
men having a natural instinct to protect women
; Wanda’s story - her vulnerability made me want to become that protector. Her protector.
I pulled Wanda closer to me and I comforted her - the worst was over and that she was now safe with me, here in Singapore, away from her village, away from her family.
My mind began to whirl - plans were being drawn up mentally on how I could save this young lady from her tormentors in Indonesia. We are a more advanced society, there are women rights here. Something can be done to help Wanda and I will be that one to initiate it. I made up my mind to do some research; perhaps I should start with the maid agency, followed by MOM and the Indonesian Embassy?
It was getting late and I told Wanda to get some rest; the weekend had come and gone and we had to wake up early the next day as it was a school day for my son. Like a docile, dutiful wife, she nodded her head and complied. She excused herself so that she could wash up.
Was she singing from the toilet? Did Wanda have the habit of singing in the toilet? Why did I not notice this part of her before? Was it because my wife was around?
Was it me or this time around,
did Wanda leave the bathroom door ajar
?
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SuperTank
Good job on cheating your wife. Next time someone will cheat you too. That’s how the world work.
Thank you Bro
SuperTank
for your compliments and warning.
I will remember your advice when I write my next fiction. As for this thread, my feet already wet, I don’t think I should just stop abruptly; not so nice, right?
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hi2u
This is a sex forum, don’t worry so much lol and please continue writing.
Thanks Bro
hi2u
for your kind words. Sorry for not writing sooner. Currently confessing my sins. Very dark here in the confession box. Let me get out first before I start “cheating” again. Thank you for your patience. Hahaha!
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No religious person(s) were harmed in making this post. Oops! :P
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Originally Posted by
SuperTank
Good job on cheating your wife. Next time someone will cheat you too. That’s how the world work.
SuperTank
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Originally Posted by
SerflySGR
Was she singing from the toilet? Did Wanda have the habit of singing in the toilet? Why did I not notice this part of her before? Was it because my wife was around?
Was it me or this time around,
did Wanda leave the bathroom door ajar?
I inched myself towards the bathroom door. From the little opening I could see Wanda showering. Right in front of me was this sweet, young 25-year-old showering. With her back facing me and water from the shower splashing on her face, I doubt she would notice me spying on her.
Watching porn was one matter but to be so close to a “Live!” show is exhilarating! I could feel my heart in my mouth. I wish I was the soap bubbles flowing down her slender neck, meandering down her small perky breasts, past her small tummy and down her little cave of happiness. How I wish I was on that roller coaster ride.
If Wanda were to turn around right now, she would have caught me staring at her young, naked body.
Call me a coward. But I took off. She has already suffered so much; being raped on her wedding night. I just couldn’t bring myself to add to her list of “tragedies”.
