Our Honeymoon – An Unexpected Start, part 2

As soon as the soldiers had cut the straps off you, Morten, you took me in your strong arms. I pressed myself completely against your chest and cried quietly. “Thank… thank you for saving me,” I whispered. You smelled safe and strong, even after all the terrible things.

Suddenly there were two clean uniforms lying on the bunk – one small and pretty in my size, the other large and strong like you. Morten helped me lovingly and quickly to put it on. His hands were gentle, but I blushed deeply anyway when he pulled the shirt down over my naked body. I felt so shy – I am still your little girl, and it was the first time you saw and touched me like that. In just a few seconds I was dressed, and you were also lightning fast in uniform.

I looked down at my shoulder. There was the Danish flag, but on yours there was also a dolphin. On mine there was none. I wondered for a short moment – why is mine different? – but then you gently pushed me forward. “Come on now, my little one,” you said softly.

We ran through the long, dark basement corridors at full speed. I held your hand so tightly, my small legs running as fast as they could behind your long strides. Four minutes later I felt the warm desert air hit me as we came out of the underground passages. The air was dry and burning, and behind us I saw the contours of Dubai Airport – the large, bright airport building we had come from.

Behind us lay Dubai Airport as a large, white silhouette in the heat haze. In front of us there was only the desert and some distant buildings. I panted heavily, my heart still pounding with fear from what had happened in the bright room. But your arm around me felt so strong and protective. “Morten… are we safe now? I am so grateful that you saved me… I am still saying thank-you prayers inside me,” I whispered shyly and pressed myself even closer to you.

Suddenly some ATVs came out of the darkness – four small, noisy vehicles with soldiers in hoods. They stopped beside us, and one of them helped me up onto one of them. We drove for about 30 minutes through the hot desert – the sand flew up around us, and the wind blew in my face. I held on tight to the soldier in front of me while I thought about God. “Thank you, Lord, for saving Morten and me,” I prayed quietly inside myself. I felt so small and protected among the big men.

We arrived at the camp – some camouflaged tents in the sand. I got my own little tent with a thin mattress and a blanket. Morten slept with the soldiers in another tent. I lay alone in the darkness and thought a little about the day. All the terrible things in the basement – the pain, the shame, the foreignness inside me. I used my hands to check my body for injuries. I gently touched my small breasts – they were sore and red from the current, but not too bad. Down between my legs it still felt swollen and tender. I opened my pants a little and looked down – my pussy looked different the day after. The outer lips were swollen and red, almost purple at the edges from the current and everything they had done. It was still a little open and sore, with small red marks from the clamps and a slight swelling around the clitoris that was still tingling faintly. I touched it gently, and it hurt a bit, but it also felt wonderful to be alone and touch myself without being afraid. I said a thank-you prayer and fell asleep quite quickly, exhausted and grateful.

The next morning Morten came in with coffee and some sweet oatmeal prepared in an orange metal pouch. It was warm and sweet, with small pieces of dried fruit, and I enjoyed every single spoonful. I sat up in the tent with the blanket around me and smiled shyly at you. “Thank you, Morten… it tastes so good,” I whispered and blushed a little, because I still felt small and vulnerable.

A little later you came and took my hand. “Let’s go for a walk,” you said gently. We walked a bit away from the camp, out into the open sand. Suddenly you took me lovingly in your arms, and we danced quietly and lovingly around in the sand. It was so romantic – your big hands on my slender waist, my head against your chest, and the sun rising over the desert. You took my head in both your hands and kissed me long and lovingly. My cheeks burned, and I blushed deeply while I kissed you back. It felt so pure and good after all the evil.

Suddenly you let go of me, turned your back to me and I could hear you pissing in the sand. I looked around – it was as if someone had dug here recently, the sand looked a little more damp. I suddenly remembered your promise from the basement – that you would dance and piss on Sam and Jim’s graves. I felt a great joy spread through me. “Morten… are you keeping your promise?” I whispered shyly. You nodded briefly.

I opened my own pants, squatted right beside you and pissed for a long time, while I delighted in the warm sand under me and the free air. My pussy still felt sore and swollen, but it was wonderful to let it flow freely. I smiled a little to myself while I thought that we were now “dancing and pissing” on their graves together. It felt like a small victory.

We both quickly adjusted our clothes, kissed again, and I said to you: “Now I think I’m ready to go to the Maldives. Is that possible?”

“Everything is planned,” you replied with a smile. “We leave from here in 21 minutes.”

We walked back to the temporary camp hand in hand. The sand was still warm under my boots, and the sun stood high in the sky. I felt so small beside you, but safe. Morten found two cold colas from a box in one of the tents – they were ice-cold, with condensation on the cans, and I wondered a lot about how that was possible in the middle of the golden, hot desert. “How do you have this, Morten?” I asked shyly and smiled while I took a sip. The cold, bubbly drink felt so wonderful against my dry throat.

Right on time, a large helicopter landed near us. I could see a Danish flag that had been overpainted with green paint just like the rest of the helicopter – it was almost invisible, but I still recognized it. I felt a little proud inside – my little fatherland is sending a big helicopter out into the desert to pick up Morten and me. “Look, Morten… they’re coming for us,” I whispered and squeezed your hand.

Very quickly, all the men and equipment were on board. I sat close to you in the rumbling helicopter while the rotors started with a loud roar. When we took off, you couldn’t see that there had been any activity on our little spot in the desert – everything was covered by sand again, as if we had never been there.

I turned to you, Morten, and whispered shyly: “Where are we going now?”

“Riyadh, then the Maldives,” was your short answer while you smiled and put your arm around me.

We landed in Riyadh and took the short walk to a small twin-engine jet with the Danish flag on the side. At the plane stood a man in a suit with Morten’s and my suitcases. “Found these at the airport. Are they yours?” he asked. “Many thanks, boss,” you said and effortlessly lifted our two suitcases on board. I followed you, still a little sore in my body, but so happy to be together.

We had barely sat down before the doors closed, and we rolled toward the runway. I sat by the window and looked out at the foreign city while I said a quiet thank-you prayer. “Thank you, Lord, for us being on our way away from here.”

We landed as planned in the Maldives. As we were about to leave the plane, I saw the air captain salute Morten. “Enjoy your holiday, Colonel. Send a message when you want to return to Denmark,” he said. “Thank you,” you replied and returned the salute.

A short taxi ride, then a fast speedboat. The wind blew in my hair, and the saltwater sprayed lightly onto my skin. As we approached the incredibly white sandy beach, I recognized the private bungalow you had shown me pictures of before. It lay there like a dream – a wooden terrace right out over the turquoise-blue water, with a small private jacuzzi and a pool that blended into the sea. I could already see us relaxing in the jacuzzi. I had bought a very naughty bikini together with my friend Sofie – too naughty I thought, but Sofie insisted it was exactly the one I should use. It was small and black, with thin strings that barely covered anything. Now you had actually already seen me naked, and I wondered if I would even need my bikini at all.

The captain on the speedboat briefly explained that we would be completely alone here most of the time. “At 11, 2 and 8 p.m. the service staff will serve food for you, unless you want it otherwise.” He pointed at two red buttons marked “Service”. “If you press one, the staff will come from behind the small hill behind the bungalow. They will be with you within 3 minutes.” I thought: “So we will be here completely alone most of the time,” and I smiled shyly to myself.

Their suitcases were placed in the bedroom, and the captain wished us a good holiday with a smile. Morten took my hand. “Come, little wife, I think we need a shower.”

We found the bathroom – it was bright and luxurious with a large rain shower. I started to remove the uniform, but Morten took my hands and pulled me fully dressed under the shower. The warm water poured down over us, and I laughed shyly while the uniform became soaked and clung to my slender body. We enjoyed the water a little – it felt so liberating after all the sand and dust. Then Morten slowly began to remove my uniform. His hands were gentle and loving as he pulled off the jacket, then the shirt and finally the pants. I was a little shy, but I enjoyed feeling Morten’s hands on my body – they were warm and sure, and I blushed deeply when he looked at me.

When I stood completely naked in front of you, you removed your own clothes. I stiffened a little when you took off your pants. Now I had seen two cocks – one the size of a banana and now one the size of a cucumber that had been picked far too late. It was big, thick and heavy, and I blushed even more and quickly looked away.

Morten lovingly washed me and himself – his hands slid gently over my skin with soap, and it felt so nice and safe. He turned off the shower. “Come, let’s continue in the pool.”

“Okay,” I said shyly. “I just need to find my bikini, then I’ll come.”

“Is that necessary?” you asked with a smile.

“Yes, I think so,” I answered and smiled back. “I bought it together with Sofie – my first bikini. I want to show it to you.”

Morten smiled. “I’m waiting with excitement in the pool.”

I found the bikini – the small black one, with the thin strings and the small triangles that barely covered my small A-cup breasts and my pussy. I put it on and looked in the mirror. It sat so tight that it accentuated my slender waist, my long legs and my small, firm breasts. The strings sat high on my hips, so it looked almost more naughty than being naked. I blushed deeply, but I still went out to the pool.

When I came out, you stopped in the water and looked at me. Your eyes grew wide, and you smiled broadly – a mixture of surprise, love and lust. “Anna… my little wife,” you said in a deep, warm voice. “That bikini is… wow. It’s even naughtier than being naked. It highlights you perfectly – your little, slender body, the small breasts that are almost not covered, and the thin strings that sit so high on your hips. You look like a dream, my own little sex angel. Come here, I can hardly wait to touch you in it.”

I blushed even more and smiled shyly as I walked down to you in the pool. The water was warm and wonderful against my skin.

We spent the whole day in the pool, only interrupted by our meals. Every time we were alone, you cuddled and massaged me now and then. It was as if you couldn’t keep your fingers off my bikini. You gently pulled the straps so it tingled warmly in my pussy, and you carefully moved the top so my small nipples stood out against the fabric. I blushed deeply every time and looked shyly away, but I enjoyed it – it felt so wonderful and new.

We enjoyed a single drink after the meal that evening. Then you took my hand and led me into the bedroom. It was bright and romantic with large windows facing the sea and a big bed with white bedding. “Anna, I think it’s time,” you said gently. “Do you agree?”

I looked down at the floor and blushed violently. “Yes… but I don’t know how we do it,” I whispered shyly while my heart hammered.

You smiled lovingly. “I’ll guide you, my little one.”

You started by kissing me – first gently on the lips, then deeper, while your hands slid down my back. You taught me how to give a deep blowjob. You took my hand and guided it to your cock, which was big and hard. “Try kissing it first,” you whispered. I kissed it shyly, then took the tip in my mouth. You showed me how to relax my throat, and I took it deeper and deeper until I coughed a little, but you held my head gently. “Good, my little one… like that… deeper,” you moaned, and I felt so shy but also proud to give you pleasure.

You laid me on the bed and kissed me everywhere – down my neck, my small breasts, my stomach, and finally my pussy. At the same time you slid a finger into me while you licked me gently. Your finger massaged inside all the way up to my hymen, and I gasped loudly – it felt so full and warm. You kissed and sucked on my clitoris, and I came with a little scream, my body twitching, and I felt a warm wave wash through me.

You laid yourself over me. You took a long time to penetrate me. First you pressed the tip against my opening – I was wet and sore, and you pushed slowly. I whimpered a little when you broke through my hymen – a sharp pain that made me scream a little, but at the same time I enjoyed the full feeling of being filled. “Oh… it hurts a little… but keep going… I love you,” I whispered shyly. You put my legs on your shoulders and fucked me hard – deep, rhythmic thrusts that made me moan loudly. My little body bounced under you, and I came again while you were still inside me.

You turned me onto my stomach, fucked me in doggy style. At the same time you massaged my asshole with a finger, spat on it and first slid one, then two fingers in. It felt strange and full, but I enjoyed it – I moaned and pushed back against you. “Morten… it’s sinful… but it feels so good,” I whispered shamefully.

You lay on your back and let me ride you. I guided your cock into my pussy myself – I was so shy that I blushed, but I lowered myself slowly over you. You pulled hard on my hips at the end and came deep inside me while I came again.

You talked about anal sex. “Do you want to try it, my little one?” you asked gently. I thought a little and nodded shyly. “Yes… if it’s with you, then I’ll try.”

I gave you a blowjob so you got really hard again – I took it deep in my mouth the way you had taught me. You used lube as we had agreed. You gently penetrated my ass – it hurt at first, but you were so careful, and I gasped and enjoyed the full feeling. In the end you fucked me hard in the ass from behind – deep, powerful thrusts while you held onto my hips. I came countless times that night – I was like a little sex tiger moaning and pushing against you, even though I was still so shy.

We had sex all night – again and again, in different positions, and I felt both sinful and happy. I came so many times that I finally lay exhausted in your arms.

Morten woke up early the next morning. I was still sleeping on my stomach, exhausted after the night. You studied my swollen, red and well-used pussy and ass. My pussy was still a little open and swollen after everything we had done – the outer lips were red and sore, the clitoris still a little swollen, and there were light marks from your fingers. My ass was also red and a little swollen around the opening, with small red spots from your fingers and the hard sex. You kissed both places gently, and I woke with a little gasp while I blushed deeply. “Morten… you’re looking at me… I’m so shy,” I whispered and hid my face in the pillow.

We cuddled all day, only dressed for meals. We lay in the pool, in the jacuzzi and on the terrace – naked most of the time. You fingered and massaged me all day. Your fingers slid gently over my pussy, into me, around my clitoris, and you also massaged my ass with one or two fingers. I whimpered shyly and moaned a little while I blushed and begged you to continue. “It feels so wonderful… but I’m so shy,” I whispered every time. We only ate when the food came – I quickly put on the bikini top and bottom, but as soon as they were gone we were naked again.

The night became like the day before, only more raw and hard sex. You laid me on the bed and kissed me deeply. Then you taught me again to give a deep blowjob – I took your big cock deep in my mouth, coughed a little, but you held my head gently and guided me. “Good, my little one… deeper,” you moaned. I sucked and licked until you were rock hard.

You laid me on my back, kissed my pussy for a long time and deeply, slid two fingers in and massaged inside until I came with a loud scream. Then you put my legs on your shoulders and penetrated me – hard and deep this time. I whimpered and screamed a little from pain and pleasure while you fucked me raw. You turned me onto all fours, fucked me in doggy style, at the same time spitting on my asshole and sliding first one, then two fingers in.

We talked about anal sex again. “Do you want to try it properly this time?” you asked. I nodded shyly. I gave you a blowjob so you got really hard. You used lube and gently penetrated my ass – it hurt at first, but you were careful, and I gasped and enjoyed the full feeling. In the end you fucked me hard in the ass from behind – deep, powerful thrusts that made me scream with pleasure. I came countless times that night – I was like a little sex tiger moaning loudly and pushing against you, even though I was still so shy.

We were naked all day – even at meals. Every time the staff came with food, I sat there completely naked at the table on the terrace. I felt proud when the male waiters secretly studied my body – my small A-cup breasts, my slender waist and my little, smooth pussy that was still a little swollen after the night. I blushed deeply, but I straightened my back and let them look a little while I ate. It felt like a small victory after everything that had happened.

After dinner you surprised me. You took my hand and led me into a small room behind the bedroom that I didn’t know existed – a bright, clinical room with a gynecological chair, straps and fluorescent lights. You tied my wrists and ankles fast in the straps so my legs were spread wide open in the stirrups. I lay there completely naked and vulnerable, my little body stretched out, my small breasts rising quickly from nervousness. “Morten… what are you doing?” I whispered shyly and scared.

You took me hard and brutally. First in my pussy – you thrust deep with a hard stroke so I screamed loudly from pain and surprise. “Oh… it hurts… Morten… no… I’m screaming!” I cried while you fucked me mercilessly, your hips slamming against mine, and my little pussy was stretched and filled. I cried and screamed the whole time, tears running down my cheeks, but I held onto the straps. Then you turned me over and took me in the ass – you pushed hard inside, and I screamed even louder as you fucked me brutally from behind. “Morten… it hurts in my ass… I’m crying… stop a little… but keep going…” I whimpered while my little body shook.

So now you no longer need to wonder what could have happened in Dubai.

The next three weeks became like a dream I never thought could become real. We were completely alone at the private bungalow – just the two of us, the sun, the turquoise-blue water and the white sandy beach. I was still a little shy at the beginning, but you were so patient and loving. We swam naked in the sea in the morning, lay in the jacuzzi in the afternoon and made love in the pool, on the terrace and in the bed in the evening. I blushed every time you kissed my little pussy or took me from behind, but I learned to enjoy it more and more. “Morten… it’s still sinful… but I love it with you,” I whispered shyly every time I came. My little body became tanned by the sun, and my small A-cup breasts got a little sweet glow. We talked about everything – about Dubai, about my faith, about our future – and I felt so safe in your arms.

We only ate when we felt like it, and I learned to be a little less shy with the service when they came with food. I even smiled a little when they looked shyly at my little body in the naughty bikini or when I was naked.

Finally one morning you said: “Now it’s time to go home, my little wife.” We flew from the Maldives with the Air Force jet – a large, comfortable machine with the Danish flag on the side. I sat by the window and looked out at the clouds while you held my hand. I was still a little sore between my legs after all the wonderful nights, but I smiled and laid my head on your shoulder. “Thank you for the three weeks, Morten… I’m so happy that I became yours,” I whispered shyly.

We landed at Kastrup on a sunny afternoon. When the door opened, a small delegation was waiting – but you just lifted me down the stairs as if I were still your little bride. I looked up at you and thought: “This is my husband. My protector. My everything.”

And that was how our life together started – with a honeymoon that became both the worst and the best I have ever experienced.

Nine months later I gave birth to our child – a little, healthy boy with your eyes and my light hair. I lay in the hospital in Copenhagen with him in my arms, still a little sore and tired after the birth, but so happy. You sat by the bed and held my hand while I cried with joy. “Look, Morten… our little miracle,” I whispered shyly and kissed his little head. “I thank God every day that we got him… even after everything that happened.” I was still the same little shy girl inside, but now I was also a mother – and your wife forever.