My wife's a fraud
Self-surrender

His body was limp for a moment, still sitting in Arki's work chair. Looking at the nanar on a piece of evening dress that she should wear later.

Today it's all over, the Gita has to surrender to a man who only makes him an object of physical gratification. Then thrown away after being played.

The dream that yesterday continues to swirl in daydreams, will soon come true. Gita will be left with a scornful feeling. He has nothing but life, because his dignity and honor are lost as compensation.

Regret has reached a dead end. There was no time to repeat for this to not happen, let alone escape. Time and again Arki said he would find her. Either by the person he told or by the police. The Gita is trapped like a mouse and waiting to die.

For the rest of the day, Gita could only cry. Waiting for Arki's return is the most painful and frightening thing she's ever experienced in a lifetime.

Gita just gripped the evening dress given by Arki, unable to have to wear it. Seeing herself in such a disgusting shirt, made her heartbroken. The sound of the car parked in the garage. Gita was still speechless and sat at the dining table while fighting back in horror.

“I told you when I came home you had to wear the clothes I love. Why are you still wearing pajamas like that?” attack Arki when he sees Gita looking limp and still fully dressed.

“Arki, I can't,” said Gita with a cry that instantly slid from her eyes.

Arki is upset. “Yes there to the room. Take off all his clothes. Don't wear clothes. I want to take a shower first,” said Arki as he passed towards the bathroom.

Gita told him to stop. He clasped Arki's hand crying and begging to be free from his duty of service.

“Please, I want to do whatever you want from this. Please don't do this to me, Ki.” The Gita kept asking for leniency. He was willing to be a maid, a messenger, or whatever else his honor was not taken from him.

Arki pulls the Gita's grip. “You're not in a bargaining position with me, Git. Do it and do not refuse!” arki then left.

Gita takes off her clothes and wears the night dress that Arki gave her. His reflection in the mirror looked pitiful and disgusting. She was naked with all the parts transparent, revealing forbidden parts that she should not have displayed.

Arki entered the room not long from it, bare-chested with a towel wrapped around his waist. She looked at Gita who was standing awkwardly in front of the mirror, trying to cover herself by wrapping her arms around her chest.

Red is perfect for the Gita. Her skin was white and smooth as glowing, black mane beautiful back, face blushing and eyes glaring after crying. Just seeing it makes something rise up in Arki.

The smell of soap came out as Arki approached. The grin did not disappear from his lips. His eyes darkened like soot staring at the appetizing beautiful creature before him. Arki is ready to prey on, completing a long overdue desire.

“Drink this first!” Arki handed 1 pot containing pregnancy-preventing drugs to the Gita. “Drink it regularly, I'll keep an eye on.”

Gita looked at Arki with a hateful look. The man's hand was still hanging in the air, holding the medicine he handed over.

“Why? Don't you want a divorce? You didn't expect to have a child from me, did you? I'm the same. I don't want to have a child with you. Better to enjoy time alone love, until I'm bored.”

Arki doesn't need Gita to be his wife or mother. Right now he just wants Gita's body, to prove that he is normal. Maybe by doing it with Gita, she'll recover. Marrying another woman is better then having children.

Arki scooped up Gita's face, landing her lips, frowning as though the thirst in her could only be completed by touching Gita. The sound of the kiss both filled the room. They hold on to warm peppers long enough.

“You are so beautiful, Gita." Arki whispered that she had lost her sanity.

Gita is laid on the bed. Seemed resigned and did not fight. However, her tears fell running. Fear and humiliated feelings banged on his chest cavity hard. Makes it stooped and difficult to breathe.

Arki was on top of her body, sipping wildly the beautiful neckline she loved so much. Gathering his tongue over the collarbone. Fall down to climb a beautiful hill. Where Arki's lips are scathing greedily, like a hungry baby.

The other hands were mischievously reaching out, grasping full of beautiful and smooth fat in one raupan. Twisting with adorable little peak fingers. Gita lost her mind. Attacked like that. Alternate between left and right.

Crying becomes, a difference of pleasure that can not be explained. His body was shaking, refusing every touch. But what can he do against the dominating power of Arki. Especially when his passion has been sticking up to the head. He did not care at all about the Gita's protests, screams, or sobs.

Arki looked at the Gita below him for a moment, after playing his chest full. Irregularly torn semrawut dress. It seems better not to wear anything.

“Arki, udah—“ pinta Gita in sobs.

“I'm just about to start,” reply while grinning.

The journey continues from the top of the stomach, kecup landed, wading motion up to the bottom between the legs. They've done that before. But the Gita needs to be reminded again how it feels, letting the tongue dance over the most tasteful part of her body.

Before long the body trembled and convulsed found its way to pleasure. Arki gives the Gita a chance to feel satisfied too. Make it opiate will touch, because after this there is a lot of time to continue to blend into each other.

Slowly Arki began to immerse himself in the tight entrance and never opened. Gita immediately grimaced in pain, moved impatiently, removing Arki's body with her fingers.

“Gita, relax. I'll slow down,” whispered Arki.

“Make. Please, don't go ahead!” Gita is desperate.

A strange pain stabbed him, along with an object that had burst between his legs. Perih, pain, discomfort, all he felt.

“Uhhmm.. stop! Pleases.. Arkian.hmmmp,” groaned Gita almost lost her sanity.

Arki did not care about the plea. He was focusing on making his way into the cave that no man had ever visited.

Go first and enjoy it. Warmth and pleasant narrow spaces. He dug hard, to the brim, to the end of the journey. Gita cries, grimaces, wriggles, grips, and scratches Arki's arms and shoulders full of despair.

“Uhh..hngg”

“Ahh.”

Gita doesn't know what she's muttering. His life seemed to disappear. The mixture of pain and pleasure is all over. Only the view of Arki moving above it. Stomping full of energy. Pained him. Gave him an immeasurable sense of pain. Blow it up.

Arki jerked with a regular rhythm, speeding up his movements. Sweat pouring. Body temperature keeps rising. Desire has reached the crown. Until finally the snake let out can be dangerous. The Gita's defences were destroyed, including taking away his honor.

“Aahh.. F u c k!”

Now the girl is his.

Traces and parts of Arki he had left in the body of Gita.

Arki can now be relieved, because it has proven itself that he is still mighty.

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Gita simply wrapped the blanket around her neck. Not strong to walk for long. Don't bother to get up and stand up. Right now he just wants to fall on the bed. Resting the body after a night becomes the object of Arki's impingement.

His body is sick. Especially the pain in the intimate part. The Gita only finds out that Arki can do it many times.

Rest and then attack him again up to four times, he counted. Because the fifth time has failed after Gita almost fainted due to fatigue.

His body is now empty. His heart was now hollow full of wounds and contempt. Arki treated her like a doll. Never heard of the protests or the pain. He only thinks about himself and fulfills his wishes.

Gita hates. Right now it feels like just wanting to die. His life is worthless. His honor was taken without rest. Moreover, his days would be filled by the same activities. Being a passion for Arki.

“I bought breakfast for you. Later eaten,” said Arki who was tidying up clothes to go to the office.

He acted like nothing happened last night. Prepare to get back to work. Seemed satisfied and happy. While the Gita is barked like a shabby cloth on the bed.

Gita's eyes had begun to clench as Arki sat on the edge of the bed. Gently stroked Gita's head and kissed her forehead.

“Mother will be here by noon. I told you you miscarried,” whispered in Gita's ear.

Gita opened her eyes. Staring at Arki with a burning hatred.

It turns out this is the plan.