A Prearranged Life

[Calyxxx]

Ilanya sobbed. How could she do anything but? How could she not feel betrayed by her parents? They sat there on the sofa across from her, stern looks on their faces.

"Ilanya, you knew this was going to happen. There is no use crying over it now. It is done." The girl looked up from her tear stained hands, green eyes overflowing with saddness.

"This is not fair. I'm too young, I don't even know him!" She spoke regarding her new situation. As of next week, she would be a married woman. A wife. She had not yet even met the man she was betrothed to. An arranged marriage.

Ilanya knew nothing of the man she was to marry. Not what he looked like, not how he would treat her, where she would be living, his name, or even his age, nothing. She crossed her arms and hung her head, dark hair spilling over her shoulder.

"I'm only eighteen years old! I'm too young to be married, I haven't even kissed a boy before! Now you expect me to marry this stranger?"

"Yes!" Her parents were getting frustrated. "We do expect that, and you will marry him. You will meet him next week at the altar, and you will have all the time in the world to learn his name and who he is after you are married."

Ilanya stood up and ran to her bedroom, flopping down onto the bed. What if the man was mean? What if he beat her? What if he came home smelling of booze every night and his urge to carnally know her flesh was so strong it killed her? Ilanya was scared to death of sex. She had never so much as casually brushed an arm against a passing male, let alone know one intimately.

She closed her eyes and cried into her pillow.

Only too soon next week would come, and she would meet the man she was expected to spend her life with.
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Looking for the obvious character, once found, thread will become closed. This male character can be played any way at all, I'm open to any scenario.

 

[icansatisfy]

Ilanya's fiance

Ivan loved his mother. But the idea of a match made by her for him was ridiculous to him. This was 2005 after all and they were no longer in Mother Russia. But, his love for his mother compelled him to at least meet this Ilanya girl.

He though to himself "She's probably uglier than homemade sin ... may as well get this over with."

So he drove to the address his mom had given him longing for the evening to be over. He didn't know how he was going to break the news to this girl that he had no interest in being married. How would her parents take it? He'd be lucky to get out of the house without facing her dad's wrath.

When he knocked on the door, a middle-aged man with a thick Russian accent invited him in. He was served tea and told Ilayna would be down shortly. As he nibbled on a cookie and sipped his tea, he saw a lovely young lady shyly and hesitantly coming down the stairs at the insistence of her mother.

Even though her eyes had obviously been crying, she was lovely to Ivan. Petite and slim with beautiful blue eyes and a mane of long blonde hair. Suddenly, Ivan's interest was not only to get this over with, but learn more of this interesting beauty named Ilanya.

 

[Calyxxx]

thanks so much for replying to my thread! I may not have worded it right, but the "obvious character" i was looking for in this thread was not a male friend (I had intended in my above post to make it clear that Ilanya had little contact with the opposite sex in her life).

I am looking for the male she is engaged to. Thanks again for your interest, you may either delete your post all together, or revise it greatly to coincide with my needed character.

 

[ChrisWard]

Meet Dragor

INTRODUCTION:
Dragor Stancovich is a forty year old man. 6’ 2” tall lean and muscular. He has lived a vicious life. He graduated from a small time Black Market trader to a leading importer and exporter providing goods for the criminal element in Russia. He now lived a luxurious but twisted life in his country estate.

It had taken Dragor three years to find someone like Ilanya: the parents Eastern European - old school. He wanted a bride, young, innocent, shy. He needed to dominate, to humiliate. He wanted to be a complete stranger when he took her savagely for the first time: her still in her wedding gown.
He wanted tears. Refusal. Terror. He needed to see her eyes widen like a trapped animal. He lusted for her helplessness.
Dragor had been married before to a young girl much like Ilanya. He had paid off her family and taken her to his sumptuous mansion. She had been raped, shared, sodomized:any and all of his perverted whims were to be followed immediately and explicitly.
She had committed suicide and there were inquiries but Dragor had easily bought his way out of a sticky situation.
"Stupid mindless child," he thought. Still she needed to be replaced and he reveled in the idea of subjugating Ilanya.


At the wedding ceremony Dragor was careful not to look at his pretty young bride. He casually ignored her muffled tears and stifled the pleasure he took in them. He spoke in a clear yet distant voice when he pronounced his vows and coldly dropped her hand the moment the ring had been placed on her finger.

He gruffly snatched her arm and virtually pulled her down the aisle as the ceremony ended. When he passed the father he slapped a large manilla envelop into his hand.

“Goodbye” he sneered. “ We are far too busy to attend any reception you may have planned.”

He dragged Ilanya through the arched doorway then forced his stunned young bride into the waiting limousine. His driver Jan immediately sped off down the street.

 

[Calyxxx]

Ilanya cried through the entire ceremony. She knew better than to stare at the man, even if she was just trying to see who he was and what he looked like. She instead kept her eyes downcast, sobbing through her vows. At one point she glanced back at her parents, who looked so proud to be sitting there at their daughter's wedding, whether she liked it or not. She knew his name only because it was spoken during the ceremony.

She had been told earlier in the week that depending on her new husband's rules, she may or may not be allowed to see her parents. Ilanya had told them that she would prefer not to see them, after they had betrayed her the way they did. However, as she was yanked down the isle and out to a waiting car, she wanted nothing more but to be back with them.

 

[ChrisWard]

The Limo

Dragor sat across from Ilanya and watched contentedly as she curled into the corner of the leather seat and sobbed. He had seen pictures of the girl and loved her open-faced smile and luxurious raven hair but having her now in his possession dressed as his innocent bride enflamed him. He admired the turn of her hip and her sensuous shape suggesting itself even through the copious material of her wedding gown. In one of the pictures he received from the father she was in a bathing suit: a one-piece white silken bathing suit. Dragor had studied the photograph and fantasized over the nipples, breasts and pussy of this lithe energetic nymph and here she was. He could feel the fear and anxiety and he lusted in it.

He reached across with both hands and cupped her face turning it towards him. He stared deeply, unabashedly into her face. He flashed a wry smile as he examined her tear stained cheeks. Beautiful. Pure. Pleading.
He said nothing just took in the vision before him. Gloriously, he could feel her tremble at his touch.

"I will enjoy this." he thought and his grin deepened. He felt her eyes begging for tenderness and understanding. He moved his right hand from her cheek and held her face between the thumb and the fingers of his left . His right hand moved down to his own crotch and he rubbed himself still staring into her eyes. They widened with fear as she realized what he was doing. She wanted to but could not take her eyes of his obviously growing cock. Dragor had an exremely long and thick cock and it was now producing the desired effect on Ilanya.

He inched down his zipper and pulled her face closer. He wanted her to see it all. He wanted to set her imagination afire. He wanted the fear and anticipation more than the completion. He fished inside his trousers and pulled out both his cock and balls in a raging fully erect state. He stroked the shaft and stared hard into Ilanya's face. He reveled in the the recoil he felt in her head and in the sudden gasp she released.

 

[Calyxxx]

Her new husband pulled her face towards him, studying her. She looked back, and for the first time, saw him. He was older than her, by quite a bit she assumed. He was not unpleasant to look at, but the look in his eyes and the smirk on his face terrified her.

Ilanya watched, horrified, as he reached a hand down to his crotch, rubbing and kneading what lay beneath his pants. When he unzipped them and withdrew their contents, her eyes were wide with terror. What did he expect of her? What did he plan on doing? She was uncomfortable, her head in his hand, the gentle rocking motion of the limo as it travelled the roads underneath them.

He began to stroke the hardened flesh, and she gasped, pulling back, her eyes flashing up to his.

 

[ChrisWard]

Dragor seized Ilanya's left hand and wrapped it around his throbbing dick. He had a strong death grip on her slender hand and she could not withraw it, try as she might. He used her hand to pump his cock - a guttural purr rolled deep in his chest. All the while he stared into her eyes enjoying her reaction. She felt the veins tendons and muscles in a man's cock for the first time and swooned at the thought of this pole penetrating her virgin vagina. The red angry head of his cock was moist and emitted a sticky silvery string of liquid. The skin was more silky, more flexible than she had ever imagined.

He still had not spoken one word to her and here she was being forced to milk his bulging cock.

Suddenly he let go of her hand and laughed heartily. He threw a comment over his shoulder to Jan the driver. The language was close to her father's and she picked out the words "princess" and "scabbard" and both men broke into lewd laughter.

Then he turned icy cold and spoke to Jan as he looked straight at Iyanya.

"You and Tamas stay close to our room tonight. If she does not behave, if she will not fulfill her duties. I'll have the pair of you hold her down as I take my conjugal rights."

Finally, he spoke his first words directly to Ilanya. " Do you understand your situation my little Ila?"

 

[Calyxxx]

Ilanya gasped and tried to pull her hand away when he placed it around his cock. She struggled, her soft palm moving up and down his shaft. Suddenly he pulled away, speaking to the driver before turning back to her.

The words he spoke sent a chill down her spine and she swallowed her terror. A tear fell down her cheek and she nodded her head, eyes down cast.

What had her parents done to her?

 

[ChrisWard]

Dragor smiled smuggly at the tear and licked his lips in anticipation.

"I'm not sure you fully grasp your situation my dear but you soon will."

The remainder of the ride past with the pair of them lost in their own thoughts: hers fearful his lustful. When they entered the circular driveway of the Georgian mansion the rolling lawns and stately columns hinted at the severity of the household. A lanky, stooped servant appeared immedaitely to open the door.

"Tamas." Dragor nodded. Ilanya eyed Tamas with dread ,and ,as Jan had emerged from the drivers seat Ilanya looked at them both and replayed Dragor's warning. They were a cruel looking pair who stared at her lewdly. Jan nudged and whispered something to Tamas and the both laughed at their private joke.

"Jan, bring her up to my room." He entered the house with Jan squeezing Ilanya's elbow and following close behind. Up a winding staircase they trapsed in procession.

"Mrs. Tibbs," Dragor shouted. "Bring a bottle of cognac to my room. It's my Wedding night." He threw open a pair of large double doors and revealed the oaken paneled suite. " Our honeymoon begins he chuckled," and gave a mock bow. He allowed her to enter before him and then closed the doors and rested his back against the wood and ogled Ilanya.

 

[Calyxxx]

Ilanya was ushered up a set of stairs and into a bedroom, her new husband close behind. She stumbled in and quickly went to the opposite wall the man was standing against. Huddled against it, she looked up at him with sorrow-filled eyes, silently begging him to leave her alone.

 

[ChrisWard]

Dragor approached Ilanya dropping his tuxedo jacket on the floor. He soon also had his zipper down and had once again removed his throbbing cock from his pants.

“ Remember this?” he mocked. He stroked it obscenely as he got close to the cowering young bride.

“Let’s have a look at that cunt of yours Ila. Let’s see what you’ve been keeping just for your husband.”

Dragor snatched Ilanya around the waist and pinned her to his chest. His right arm clamped her to him and with his left he lifted her skirts. He pinched and squoze the quivering flesh of her ass but she was unable the wriggle away.

In one deft move he tossed her face down on the bed. His forearm trapped her mercilessly; pressing her chest and face into the matress. He ripped away the material from the back of her gown to afford himself a better view.
“That’s better,” he sighed. With his feet he spread her legs wide apart. Next, he took his free hand and tore off her panties.

“That’s a fine sight my bride – a cunt for a king. Ask me if I like your cunt. Ilanya. Ask in those words or it will go worse for you. Ask your husband if he likes your pretty little cunt.”

 

[Calyxxx]

Ilanya gasped as he approached her, pulled her up and pressed her against him. Her heart was beating so loudly in her chest she felt it a wonder that he couldn't hear it. She struggled against him as he mauled her ass, screamed as she was thrown to the bed, skirt and panties ripped from her. A large lump of fear was forming in her throat and her attempts at swallowing it away only made it worse.

She cried. The one constant thing in her life now, her tears stained her cheeks and soaked the bed as she struggled to get away from this man. He stifled her attempts so easily, she was beginning to feel hopeless. He spoke, commanded her to speak in such a vile manner. She couldn't! Even if she wanted to, Ilanya doubted her lips and tongue knew how to produce such words. Instead, she cried harder.

 

[ChrisWard]

A knock came to the door and a female voice called out. “Sir, your cognac.”

“Come in. Come in” Dragor calls out and makes no attempt to conceal his own stiffened cock nor to cover his Ilanya’s complete exposure. “Isn’t she a picture Mrs. Tibbs. I swear she is perfection itself. However, she cannot follow orders and needs some training I’m afraid. Could you kindly ask Jan and Tamas to step in and we’ll see what we can do.” Dragor feels Ilanya twisting and writhing under his arm. He now uses both hands to press her into the matress muffling any chance for her to utter a sound. “ I believe she would speak now, but it is far too late.”

Ilanya hears Mrs. Tibbs slip out of the room. Soon the ape like Jan and the scarecrow Tamas trounce into the room.

“Help me bind her legs to the bedposts gentlemen. You will find chord in the bureau. That’s it I want her spread nice and wide. That seems very secure. Now her wrists can be pulled straight forward and you can fasten the ties under the bed. Why I’m sure she looks just like a present for her anxious groom. Come see your handy work gentlemen. Does she not have a perfect virgin cunt?” Dragor opens the outer lips exposing Ilanya’s most private treasure to the two dullards. “See what a gorgeous little butterfly.” He circles her inner lips with his forefinger. “ And, a perfect little puckered rose bud,” he spreads the cheeks of her bottom sparing her nothing. “Now I believe we need a few pillows under her hips to bring her to just the proper height. Very nice gentlemen. Look at the state you two are in. Feel free to releave yourselves as you take in that spectacular view.”

Ilanya hears grunts and groans and the sound of the two obviously beating- off as they take in her nakedness.

“Yes, yes, that’s enough. I have work to do. If there is any more trouble with her I will give her to the pair of you for your depraved games. But leave now. Go. Go.

I believe my little Ila that you NOW begin to appreciate the situation you are in.”

 

[Calyxxx]

Screaming and crying, Ilanya's limbs were secured to the bed. She struggled to close her legs, but her attempts where hopeless. She glared at her new husband with fire in her eyes as he poked and prodded at her for the other men.
What kind of terrible man was this? Ilanya was not ready to surrender her life to this horrid man, and hoped she wouldn't have to. Instead, when he came close to her and spoke again, she worked the saliva in her mouth and spit at the man.

 

[ChrisWard]

Dragor wiped the spittle from his face and smiled at Ilanya. "Finally, some resistance. What a good girl you are my little Ila. I will enjoy this all the more."
Dragor walked behind Ilanya and used the spit in his hand to moisten her clit. Then he took his engorged cock and used it to spread her saliva from her mound to her anus. He poked his enormous cock just inside her tight vagina and circled it around her opening.
"Yes Ilanya wriggle and squirm. Fight against my stiff cock. It feels soooo marvelous. He grasped his cock just behind the head and began a mini fuck of Ilanya: only the head pentrated, pounding in and out of her. She squirmed and bucked as much as her bindings allowed. She pleaded with him to stop. He loved her resistance. He loved her fear and now even more her anger. He would train her corrupt her. This one was worth the effort.He moaned with pleasure.
"Are you ready? Are you set my little bride?" he let go of his cock and rammed in upto the hilt. His pubic hair matted against her struggling ass. He felt the hymen rip away. He plunged deep inside Ilanya stretching her incredibly. Then he fucked. He grabbed her hips and stroked hard and fast relentlessly again and again. Pulling and slapping against her time after time.
Her tight little pussy squoze is thrusting cock. Her inner muscles contracting and spasming had a milking effect. Her virgin cunt sucked on his dick and he exploded inside her. He did not slow down as he came rather he increased his tempo. He threw back his head and screamed out his relief.

His cries mingled with hers. He collapsed on her back.
"You will pay for that spitting my sweet Ila. You have two more virgin holes to be taken and I will obviously need help. You do not believe this now. But you my little kitten will soon love me more than the sun and moon. Your every thought will be to please me. Your greatest fear will be to disappoint me. You will no longer have to wonder, worry, think. You will rest in my will. You will become my slave. My toy. You do not beleive me but you will see. You are worth the effort."

 

[Calyxxx]

Ilanya screamed with pain as he entered her, struggling against her bonds. Sobbing into the bed, she cursed this violent man, cursed her parents and cursed herself. Shaking with fear and shame she wept, drowning out his voice.

 

[ChrisWard]

Ilanya lay on the bed sobbing and Dragor withdrew from her. He enjoyed the slosh of his spent cock as he pulled it out of the weeping girl. He sat down on a velvet heart backed chair and surveyed the naked loveliness of his victim. She was so exposed so helpless. Just the picture he had envisioned since he first spoke to her father.

He rang a small brass hand bell which sat on the side table and poured himself a glass of cognac. He gazed through the amber liquid at Ilanya's now swollen pussy.

"Yes, sir." Mrs. Tibbs voice.

"Get a basin and some luke warm water Mrs. Tibbs. Mrs. Stancovich would like to be bathed." he cooly replied.

Ilanya heard the footseps disappear into the adjoining bathroom. Heard water running. Heard the footsteps return.

"Sponge the semen and blood off your mistress Mrs. Tibbs. Oh stand to the side as you do that Mrs. Tibbs. I should like to watch as I sip my drink. Yes, just like that Mrs. Tibbs. Nice gentle swabbing of her little clit. Lovely. Sit on the bed take your time. Don't ignore her gorgeous little rose bud. Isn't she a delight Mrs. Tibbs. Can you imagine spanking those glorious little orbs? I know your dark imaginings Mrs. Tibbs. I'd like her nicely lubed and perfumed for our next little exercise. You see she likes to spit and we must make her rethink that behaviour. We can't have my little Ila spitting. How unlady like.

Use lots of that lubricant Mrs.Tibbs we cant have her damaged permanently. Are you enjoying ministering to the mistress? Yes, it seems so. Please tell those two to come in and close the door as you leave. I wont forget you."

 

[Calyxxx]

Ilanya kept ridgid as the woman cleaned her. Eyes closed, she waited and tried to still her racing heart and quell her nerves. She thought in her brain, about escape. Fleeing this place and hiding, living alone in a place where no one knew her. She would have to investigate her options later. For now, she thought she might take a different strategy. It seemed this man had enjoyed her struggle. She'd see that this would change.

 

[ChrisWard]

Jan and Thamas were in the room almost immediately. They had hoped desparately for another chance to see that spectacular ass and cunt once again. Perhaps they would be allowed to touch her….perhaps to discipline that protruding bottom….perhaps even to have their way with the adorable Ilanya.

“You two were very quick to respond. And I see you are transfixed by my lovely bride. She is fine isn’t she. However, she spits and that must be addressed. You two may take your clothes off and toss them out into the hallway. Mrs. Tibbs will collect them. That’s fine. Now perhaps you should move to the other side of the bed. You have enjoyed Ila’s nakedness, no doubt she would like to admire those two rampant cocks. Make sure she looks at them. You may then undo her hands and use them on your aching shafts. You will most likely have to hold tight and keep her to her job. Keep a firm grasp on her wrists. She may experience a surprise.”

The two of them quickly get into place and wave their naked cocks in front of Ilanya. They rub themselves against her cheek and about her neck and face. Then they untie her wrists and each clasps a hand between both of their own hands and forcibly wrap Ilanya’s hands around their throbbing weeping dicks. They also clamp down on her wrists and she is used to pump furiously. Their moans and sighs and their obsene comments are all Ilanya can hear.

Then she feels in one quick thrust Dragor’s cock rammed deep inside her anus. He has violated her completely in one powerful plunge. His balls slap mightily against her pussy. He has probed into her very bowels. Now he begins to pump in a syncopated rhythm to her two hands jerking-off Jan and Thamas.

 

[Calyxxx]

Ilanya was terrified as the two men approached her, and she squeezed her eyes closed as they thrusted their members towards her face and took hold of her hands. She had been determined to deny them the pleasure of her struggle, but the overwhelming horror she experienced as her hands were wrapped around their throbbing cocks, was so intense that all she could do was attempt to pull them away.

Suddenly it felt as if she were being tore open as her new husband plunged deeply into her ass. The pain was quite intense and Ilanya screamed loudly, struggling to move her hips away from his intrusion.

 

[ChrisWard]

Dragor pumped again and again draining his cock into Ilanya’s tight ass. He took his fist and squoze the last drop of his semen into her bowels then slowly extrtacted his cock from his bride. He circled his cock head around her pulsing ass hole and spread the seeping semen over her ass.

“I’ve never fucked an ass that tight. God that was good. Jan go and get Mrs. Tibbs we’ll need another clean up before I take my bride’s last opening. Thamas, you may untie her legs and lay her on the bed. I believe the four of us should be abel to handle little Ila.

Thamas “the scarecow” undid her aching legs. He easily hoisted her up into his arms and lay her face up on the bed. She would have flipped over to hide her face but the back of her gown was torn away and she did not wish to expose herself again. Dragor had undressed when she was bound and the toher man was also naked. She shut her eyes to the sight..

Mrs. Tibbs entered the room accompanied by Jan. He too was naked. And Mrs.Tibbs seemed perfectly at ease with all the semi-erect penis’ about her. She was a tall woman with auburn hair tied back in a bun and was attractive in a severe manner. Her husband and Dragor had been partners in the old country and when her husband was killed Dragor took her in. She ran the house and administered discipline to all but Dragor. She enjoyed that part of her job. She had witnessed and participated in most of Dragor’s perversions.

“That gown is ruined Mrs. Tibbs remove it. If she fights you we shall fasten her back to the bed. I intend to take her mouth tonight as a final wedding night celebration.”

Mrs. Tibbs stripped off the young bride with obvious glee and spent an inordinate amount of time washing her down. Jan and Thamas had both regained their stiff cocks from watching Mrs. Tibbs. Clean every centimeter of Ilanya’s body. She even softly sang a folk song as she sponged and wiped. But there was little motherly in the way she caressed Ilanyas cunt and cleaned all the cervices and openings. She wanted badly to be left alone with the bride. Inside she burned to discipline the hapless Ilanya. To have the bride at her mercy.

Perhaps. Perhaps

 

[Calyxxx]

Ilanya did not struggle as the woman washed her down. It almost felt soothing. In her head, she thought she may be able to sway the woman into helping her escape. Maybe.

She heard her husband telling of his plan to use her mouth and she almost smiled. She wondered what kind of trouble she would be in if she just bit him. The thought made her laugh, and she disguised it as a cough when it tumbled from her throat.

 

[ChrisWard]

Dragor stood back and admired Ilanya’s body as Mrs. Tibbs bathed her. This was his first glimpse of her beautifully formed tits, her slender yet shapely legs, and her shock of dark pubic hair protruding in a delicate triangle. Ilanya’s bodily proportions were impeccable. He could not believe how quickly, how strongly his cock came back to full potency as he stared at the gorgeous creature. His mind danced with depravities, which he longed to inflict on his bride. He grinned at the rampant cocks and the lascivious gaze of Jan, Thamas and Mrs. Tibbs. They shall witness this final rape he thought.

“Jan, Thamas, I want her on her knees. Here before me. Mrs. Tibbs you can stand behind her. I would afford you a proper view.” Jan and Thamas went speedily to work. They welcomed every opportunity to touch the compelling Ilanya. They took every opportunity to brush her body with their engorged cocks or molest her exposed privates as she was positioned before Dragor. Mrs. Tibbs moved in behind her and took Ilanya’s hair from both sides of her face and positioned it behind her shoulders. She then brushed it flat with her hands. “What a beauty” she thought and sighed.

Dagger lay his cock against her left cheek and stared into her eyes. “You’ve had quite a wedding night my little Ilya.” He moved his cock around her face. “I will soon have taken you every way and opened you to all sorts of sex. You are now going to suck my cock Ila. I will pump my cock deep and you will taste my sperm.” He was now tapping his raging cock on her lips. She had them clamped shut. He chuckled.

Dragor pinched her nose together and Ilanya started to turn red. She refused to open her mouth. For the longest time she fought the most basic urge: to breathe. When she was close to passing out her mouth betrayed her she opened wide to suck in oxygen and Dragor forced his cock deep into her mouth. She started to gag but he continued to pump. To fuck her face and. He had a hand over each ear and was pumping her head in contra tempo to his own thrusts. Her hands had flown up to his wrists and she pulled to no avail.

 

[Calyxxx]

Ilanya's eyes were wide and her only thoughts were in concentration, trying desperately not to gag as Dragor's cock was thrust down her throat and back out again. Her lips went tight around it, hoping that on the back of his strokes, he might come to far out and she could close her mouth quickly. Her struggles to pull her head away were to no avail and tears flowed down her cheeks. She felt a hand on her shoulder, stroking gently across it and her back.