“Tell them that I am looking for a wife with
traditional values.”

I am talking to your father and mother. You are a
beautiful young girl. I have no idea how old you
are. You look very young, but your parents
consider you marriageable.

“They don’t trust Americans. They were hoping for
a husband who wasn’t a foreigner.”

“I have a very good job. I will return to the
States in a few months, but I will let her come to
visit.”

Your parents speak no English. I have brought a
translator. He keeps looking at you. It isn’t
proper, and it makes you anxious. I think you
understand some English, but I’m not sure.

“They are a respectable family. They want their
daughter in a good home.”

“I will give her a good home. I respect their
culture, and I come from a good family. I am
sincere, and looking for a wife. I will give them
many grandsons.”

Now I look at you. I am older. I am strong, and
the translator defers to me. You think you see
something in my eyes, but don’t know what it
is. My face is almost like a mask. I smile at you,
and you move behind your mother.

“Can I demonstrate my good faith? I would like to
make a gift to the family.”

“They say that is most generous, but there
daughter is not for sale.”

“I understand that. I want them to see I am
sincere.”

I pull out my wallet and start counting out
money. It is more than your family will see in
five years. To me, it is just worthless foreign
money.

I take the pile of money, and take a few bills off
the top. It is enough to feed your family for a
few weeks, but not nearly the whole pile.

“I will give you some now. The rest we can use to
pay for the wedding when I have shown you that I
am honorable.”

“Would you mind letting us talk for a bit?”

“Of course not.”

The translator and I step out of your home. Your
parents are whispering to each other. You can’t
hear. You are watching intently. At one point your
father looks up at you and drops his eyes in
shame. They are going to sell you.

They invite us back in.

“We see that you are a good man. We will let you
marry our daughter.”

“Thank you so much. You have made me very
happy. You know I am several hours away. Is it
alright if your daughter comes to my town so I can
court her before the wedding, as is the American
custom? I promise she will always have a
chaperon.”

“That will be acceptable.”

I hand over the rest of the money. Your parents
tell you to gather your things. It doesn’t take
long. You can fit everything you own into one bag.

“Rick, help my bride carry her belongings.”

He takes the package from you, and walks out to
put it in the car. You don’t want to leave. Your
parents tell you that you must and you are shaming
them. They turn their backs on you.

You follow me out to the car. You still aren’t
talking, and your eyes show some tearing.

Rick is the driver. I sit in the front seat. You
are in the back.

As we drive away, you look back through the window
at your house, dropping away. You have never been
away from home before, and now you are going off
to marry an American. I don’t look right to you,
but you will be a good wife anyway.

“Another one bought and paid for, right Rick?”

“A good day’s work. I’ll never get used to how
uptight they are.”

Rick and I talk a little as we drive. We leave the
village and start driving through deep
country. There isn’t much here. Not many people
live in this area. I had to search really hard to
find you.

“Rick, this looks like a good place. Pull of the
road and behind those trees.”

You look confused at the surroundings. There is
nothing here. Why are we stopping?

“It’s time for the wedding, sweetheart.”

I climb into the back seat. You are uncomfortable
being this close to me. You are wearing a simple
shift, a rough one piece dress. I put my hand on
your knee, and you pull it away. I put my hand on
the knee again and start to move it upward. You
grab at the door to get away. You are sure you can
find your way back home.

I smack your face and leave a red mark across your
cheek. I grab your hair and pull my face up close
to yours. You can smell my breath, and see the
anger in my face.

“You can either do what I want, or I can make you
hurt. Stop fighting unless you want to make me
angry.”

I still don’t know if you can understand me.

“Tell her, Rick.”

He translates.

“Are you going to behave?”

“Yes.”

I still don’t know if you understand me, but at
least you know a few words. I yank my hand back a
few inches, pulling your head with it, and then
release your hair. I put my hand back on your
knee, and move it up under your shift. Rick is
watching.

“What do you think? Want to take a look?”

“Hell yeah. Let’s see what she looks like.”

I grab at one of the shoulder straps on your
shift. You turn your head away from me. You aren’t
saying anything, but your tears are coming down
now. I pull the strap over your shoulder.

My other hand grabs the other strap and pulls it
down the other arm.

“Can you understand me, honey? Today you’ll become
a woman.”

I pull down hard on the straps, and the shift
drops to your waste, exposing your little tits. No
man has seen them since they started to bud. Your
arms are pinned to your sides.

Rick lets out a whistle. “There isn’t much, but
it’s damn pretty.”

I start groping your breasts and fondling the
nipples. I kiss you and get the side of your face
because your head is turned. I take my other hand
and yank your head around without taking the first
hand off your tits.

“When I want to kiss you, you are going to kiss
me.”

I kiss on your lips, but get no response back from
you. It doesn’t seem to bother me. I pull your
arms free of the shoulder straps and start pulling
the shift down. You see what I want, and that you
can’t fight the two of us, so you raise your hips
to let me pull the dress off.

Now you are standing in front of us in just your
panties. The panties here aren’t like they are at
home. I can’t see a thing. They are completely
opaque. I hand the shift to Rick and he tosses it
out the window.

“Have you ever seen a dick before?”

You stay quiet. I don’t even take my shirt or my
pants off. I just unzip, and pull my dick out. You
don’t see because you are trying not to look. I
grab your head and pull it down to my waist. I
don’t pull hard because you are letting me pull
you. You smell my sweat and you smell my
manhood. It fills your nose. Your eyes are shut.

I put your head down on to my dick, and you feel
it sticky on your cheek. You turn your head, still
with eyes closed, and kiss it. Good, you are
starting to know what I want. I sit and let you
kiss for a bit. It isn’t much of a head job, but I
enjoy taking my time.

“Lick it, honey.”

You keep kissing. I pull your head up to mine. You
open your eyes. I stick my tongue out and make
licking motions, then push your head back down.

Now you can’t keep your eyes closed. You have to
see to lick. Your tongue touches the tip
first. You can taste the pre-cum, and you don’t
like it, so you move down to the base, and start
licking around the bottom.

But now your nose is pressed up against my crotch,
and the smell is strong. So you start licking
upward. You lick around the head, without getting
near the hole. That way you don’t get the taste,
and the smell isn’t so bad.

Then you feel my hand on your face. My fingers
reach around and find your mouth. They push in, so
you open your mouth. With your lips open, I move
my dick to your mouth and start to put it in. It
doesn’t fit very well. Your mouth is wide open
just to get the head.

But now you are frightened. You don’t know what I
want. You stay motionless, in your panties, bent
over, with the head of my dick pressed into your
mouth. So I put my hand on the back of you head
and push down hard.

Now you can’t breathe, and you are
gagging. Reflexively, you pull your head back
hard, and you manage to back away even with my
hand pushing down. My dick is still in your mouth,
but not nearly so far.

“Bet she’s never had a dick like that,” Rick says.

“Bet she’s never had a dick any way, genius.”

I push down again, hard, and you start gagging
again. You try to hold it in place, but your
instincts pull you back. You notice I seem to like
this. I let it keep happening for a few minutes. I
push you down, and you hold it as long as you can
and pull back up.

Then I let go of your head. You don’t know what to
do, so you stay down. I lift your head gently, and
my dick pops out of your mouth and falls.

“Let’s see what her pussy looks like.”