Desires Without Borders
The monsoon spell hit the already fetid earth very heavily. Floods had already devastated the curves of her cheeks since his departure. But this new news, that he had procured another, more amenable to his disgusting desires, despite her stark obedience to his commands had brought about a fresh dilating cloudburst. The degradation, humiliation, enslavement, she had accepting willingly. Just one servile request and she was thrown out like a used rag. Not that she complained of being a rag. That was her stature anyway, but the fact that she felt that the stains on her body, in her body meant something more than a stain on a rag. How had she been deceived by the violence inflicted upon her, she never realized. And she did not even know, who might replicate the same, once she goes out into the world, out of her master’s palace. Smernov had treated Russia like his bitch. He had degraded her for her sweet squirts of oil. He had sucked upon her Uralic minerals. He had pounded her populace