As the only woman around she suspected her father didn’t really want her to go and if she had to marry, she was more worried about the thought of leaving her home to have become part of her husband’s family. The tall old lady came into the room and spoke with the fat lady, conveying some instruction she didn’t understand, and the fat lady left. She wanted to scream and fight, but the feeling was so pleasurable, and she heard herself release a moan. The tub had warm water in it and petals on the surface. She momentarily thought that might have been the ordeal was done, but again he pushed into her and again the fullness returned, slightly deeper this time as her body surrendered to him. She lounged on the bed, trying to make sense of this all, not knowing what to expect. The thrusting sensation became a singular centre, a nucleus of delight that grew and grew to fill her awareness. The fat women then started to pull, removing her restraints and tattered clothes. She was transfixed by his cock now intruding on her perception. The Khan came to the veil and parted it. The solider led her to this sleeping area and then securely tied both her wrists with short lengths of material to iron rings on each
