10 comments/ 71503 views/ 5 favorites Mail Order Bride By: barbarianqueen She stepped down from the bus, wondering why she was doing this. Why she was selling herself. Then she caught her reflection in a window and she knew. Old maid. Too tall. Too much meat on her bones. She sighed and hoped her groom-to-be would treat her kindly. A few whistles and ribald remarks from the men lounging around. She strongly hoped he would not be among these lazy louts. "My! Ain't she a big 'un," remarked one of them. "Come to work at Miss Lettie's?" She ignored him. His friends laughed and teased him. "Snooty, too," he sneered, pacing around her. She looked at him coldly and then looked away. He put his hand on her arm. Her anger flared. She twisted around and threw him over her shoulder. He landed hard and his friends laughed louder. Cursing, he scrambled to his feet and started towards her. Only to stop suddenly, staring past her and turning very pale. "The lady does not wish your attentions," said a deep rich voice behind her. All of the layabouts had become very quiet. "Do you not have someplace else to be?" said the voice. A mumbled chorus of "Yes, sir" and they faded away. She turned to the man behind her. And looked up. He was easily over two meters tall, broad shoulders, well muscled. Honey blond hair, long and pulled back into a tail, and the darkest blue eyes she had ever seen. He looked down at her equally appraising. "I am looking for Mr. Andros," she said. An approving spark was in his gaze. She had not flinched from him. "I am Andros," he said quietly. "I apologize for my tardiness." "I am Melea Thorn," she said, offering her hand. He took it gently. "Ms. Thorn," he acknowledged. "Please come with me." He lifted her bags easily and led her to his car. He had a plain vehicle, large enough to be comfortable for him but not ostentatious. He put her bags in the back and opened the passenger door for her. He drove competently and quietly. He seemed to appreciate her quietness. They traveled steadily for about an hour. He glanced at her from time to time. He seemed to be waiting for something to happen and was surprised that it hadn't. Melea was looking around, studying the scenery as they passed. She knew he was glancing at her, but decided to wait for him to speak. The silence stretched but never became uncomfortable. She was pleased that she could be comfortable with him. Although his nearness was having a definite affect on her. She found him powerfully attractive and began looking forward to her wedding after all. He finally pulled into a private road that wound through trees and glens. Then the house came into view. It was old, very old, made of stone, and quite gothic in the gathering dark. He took her inside to a guest room. "Please come downstairs when you wish," he said softly. "The room on your right." "Of course," she replied. He left her. She was glad to unpack a few things and freshen up. About 20 minutes later, she descended the stairs and entered the indicated room. It turned out to be a nicely appointed and cheerful sitting room. Andros was standing by a fireplace. "Ms. Thorn," he greeted her. "Mr. Andros," she replied. Then, "Please, my name is Melea." He smiled at her and she almost stopped breathing. The attraction was almost overwhelming. "Melea," he responded. "I am just Andros. I never use my surname. It is too hard to pronounce." She smiled at him. Then she noticed the others. "Please," he said. "Allow me to introduce my brothers." Five more very tall, very handsome, well built men came forward. All had varying shades of blond from almost white to Andros' honey blond. All had the amazing deep blue eyes. The attraction increased. Andros pointed to each in turn. "This is Tyr, Eidan, Loth, Donal, and Kel." They each came forward to take her hand. And she was surrounded by tall, extremely attractive men. Andros took her hand and led her to a chair. "Please, Melea," he said very seriously. "We must talk to you." "What we tell you may change your decision to come here," said Tyr. They all took seats around her. She suddenly felt like a queen with her court. If they had not looked so serious, she would have smiled at the thought. Andros said, "You came here to marry, Melea. However, we must apologize to you." She felt puzzled and felt her hands twitch. She had a strong urge to run her fingers through all of that blond hair. And she had a dilemma. She was attracted to them. All of them. "Melea," said Kel, "you cannot choose just one of us. You must take all of us or none." "All of you?" she whispered, shocked. "Do you mean I must…" she couldn't quite find the word she wanted. "Yes, Melea," said Loth. "If you stay with us, you must have…relations…with all of us. Every night." She couldn't think. She looked from one to the other of them. "You do not need to make your decision now," said Donal. "Please give it some thought." The attraction to them was confusing her. "Thank you," she said quietly. "This will not be an easy decision." "We know, Melea," said Eidan. "Then, if you don't mind," she said quietly, "I will go to my room to think about this." She stood. They rose with her. "Good night," she said. She went to her room, bathed, and slipped into her nightgown and a thin robe. She didn't even try to lay down. She turned out the light, opened the window, and sat looking at the stars. There was a slight breeze and she hoped it would cool her body and her thoughts. Six men! Every night! Was that physically possible? She thought about the six brothers. They were incredibly arousing. The sexual attraction made her weak with desire. How could she even consider taking six men to her bed at the same time? Every time the thought crossed her mind, she trembled with desire. How could they share a woman for a prolonged time without jealousy? She sighed, mind still in a turmoil. Suddenly, she heard conversation below her. She shouldn't listen, but she heard her name and stayed at the window. "Andros," said Kel, "do you think Melea will stay?" "I do not know, Kel," said Andros. "She does not seem to fear us." "But will she want us?" asked Tyr. "I hope so," said Eidan, "I hope so." "None of the others would," said Loth sadly. "True," said Andros. "But they were all afraid of us individually and absolutely terrified of all of us together." Donal added, wistfully, "I hope she stays. I like her." The conversation faded. Well, she had a bit more information. It sounded like jealousy would not be a problem. But could she accommodate them. Or rather, should she accommodate them. She found that the longer she thought about them, the more she desired them. All of them. She sighed. She was not a virgin, but she had never considered giving herself to more than one man at a time. She sighed again and decided to ask questions in the morning. She finally went to bed. Her dreams were haunted by tall, blond, dark-sapphire eyed men. In the morning, she went downstairs to talk to them. She saw Donal first. He looked at her hopefully. "Good morning, Melea," he said. "Good morning, Donal," she replied. "Please, I would like to speak with all of you if I may." Donal ushered her into the sitting room. "I will get my brothers," he said and left her for a few minutes. She only hoped their overpowering sexuality would not overly influence her. The six men came into the room. Their sexual attraction made her tremble. "Please," she said, "before I decide, will you answer some questions for me?" "Yes, of course," said Andros. She took a deep breath, not realizing that all six of them focused briefly on her breasts. "Thank you," she said, pausing. She took another deep breath. "How are you able to share one woman without jealousy?" This one still bothered her. Eidan answered. "We cannot be jealous," he explained. "Our physical and emotional satisfaction depends on our interactions with one woman. Jealousy would poison that." "Why only one woman?" she asked. They were silent for a few minutes. Then Andros calmly said, "Because we are not…completely…human." She sat back, not sure they weren't telling lies, giving her a line. They saw her skepticism. "What are you, then?" The skepticism came through. They looked at each other and sighed. "We are sorry, Melea," said Loth. They stood up, surrounding her. They removed their clothing. Before her stood six tall, muscular, beautiful men, amazingly well endowed. And their sexuality hit her. Her eyes widened. "What did you do?" she whispered hoarsely, "What did you do?" "This is our nature, Melea," said Tyr. "Our father was an incubus. Because he chose to cleave to a human woman, he allowed her to become pregnant. Six times." Donal added, "And we are cursed. We are intensely sexual yet we can only achieve emotional—and physical—satisfaction if we share one woman." "Why me?" she asked. "You were, um, adventurous enough to come here," said Andros. "Truly, we have asked other women," he admitted. "But even if one would consent, she would allow us only one night and then try to choose one over the others." He paused. "They did not understand. We MUST SHARE!" They were still nude. She could hardly breathe. They exuded such intense sexual attraction that she was afraid she would throw herself on them. She stood up and turned away from them so she could think. She closed her eyes and could only see six, nude, intensely desirable men. She sighed and turned back to them. "Is it possible for one woman to accommodate all of you in one, um, session?" she asked. "Yes, Melea," said Eidan. "It is possible. Sometimes tiring and perhaps sometimes…painful. We are not, um, average." She couldn't help it. She laughed. "No, Eidan," she said. "You are certainly not average!" They all smiled at her somewhat sheepishly. She went to them, allowing them to surround her. She looked up at them and smiled softly. "I will try," she said quietly. "Conditions, Melea?" asked Loth quietly. "No, Loth," she replied. "No conditions other than physical limitations. Mine." She paused. "What will you do?" she whispered. They smiled at her. "We will touch you, caress you, taste you, enter your body. Many times. Each," said Donal. She drew a shuddering breath. The very thought of them with her was intensely, thoroughly arousing. "Will you come with us, Melea?" asked Kel. "Yes," she whispered, "yes." They took her gently to the room they all shared. The room was very large, dominated by a huge bed. Still nude, six tall men began undressing her, slowly removing her clothes. They began kissing her wherever they could, lips, throat, shoulders, breasts. In the process of arousing her, they were becoming aroused. She saw six erections rise towards her. They were swelling to immense proportions. She could feel their heat. She began touching them. Stroking their amazing length and hardness. Kel lifted her in his arms. His brothers crowded around to kiss and stroke her body. She began to moan, wanting them to enter her. They carried her to the bed and lay her among them. Huge erections pressed against her. "Yes, please!" she moaned. Andros claimed her first, entering her slowly, steadily. She writhed and arched up to meet him. Deeper and deeper, he pushed into her until he was completely in her. He stopped, letting her feel his heat and hardness deep in her. "Andros," she whispered, throbbing around him. He began moving in her, slowly at first, then faster. His brothers were kissing and stroking her as he took her, moving harder, faster, deeper into her writhing body. Hands and lips were everywhere, making her feel that Andros had dozens of hands to stimulate her as he took her. She arched in climax, throbbing around him as he kept pushing harder and harder into her. She arched against him again in climax. Still he thrust into her, hard, deep, over and over. She climaxed again. He kept thrusting into her, now harder and deeper until he climaxed with her, pulsing deep and hot into her. He eased out of her, kissing her. He was immediately replaced by Eidan, who thrust deep into her, surprising her into an immediate climax. "Eidan." She whispered as he kept thrusting as deep into her as he could, bringing her to climax again and again. She writhed under him. His climax pulsed hot and deep into her as her climax throbbed around the hot hardness in her. He remained in her, still hard and hot, letting her feel him. Then he withdrew, oh so very slowly, prolonging the exquisite friction of him leaving her. Donal was next. He entered her a little at a time, advance and retreat, until he was completely inside of her. She was moaning and writhing. Donal thrust hard and deep into her, filling her with hard, hot flesh. "Donal," she whispered, rising to meet his thrusts. Over and over, deeper, harder, until she climaxed strongly around him. Again and again, deep and hard into her writhing, quivering body. She climaxed again and again, wanting more and more. Donal's climax finally claimed him. He thrust hard and deep as he pulsed hotly into her throbbing climax. He left her body as he had entered it, advance and retreat, giving her a final climax just before he completely withdrew. Kel claimed her now, easing his hot hardness into her as the last of her spasms subsided. She moaned and arched up to him. "Kel," she whispered, holding him. He kissed her as he began thrusting hard and deep. She climaxed. He kept moving in her, sometimes pausing for her climax, sometimes thrusting through them. On and on he pushed deep into her writhing, thrashing body until his own climax claimed him and he pulsed deep and hot into her. Now Loth covered her, thrusting strongly into her, now fast, now slow in an uneven rhythm that aroused her more, the sensations driving her wild with desire. "Loth," she whispered, writhing, arching, wanting him deep, deep into her. On and on, now fast, now slow, as she climaxed and thrashed beneath him. Her body trembled and quivered. The hot hard, immense erection driving her, fueling her need. They climaxed together, hard, hot, long pulses deep in her throbbing body. Loth slowly withdrew from her as her climax ended. Now Tyr, the last, was poised to enter her and he was huge. "Tyr," she whispered, holding her arms out to him. "I am sorry, Melea," he said quietly. And slammed deep and hard into her. She arched and screamed at the sudden, painful assault. Still he thrust deep into her, savage, brutal lunges that had her whimpering and thrashing under him. Again and again, harder and deeper. Her moans became cries. He pounded her to one screaming climax after another. He hurt! Yet she welcomed it as she felt the weaving of their sexuality around her. Gentle, slow, fast, hard, heat, and pain so intense it was joy. On and on, he pounded, hurting her as his brothers soothed her with gentle kisses and caresses. The contrast had her burning, wanting, needing. Tyr plunged deeply, savagely into her as she shrieked with release, her body throbbing strongly around his hard, pulsing climax. She lay limp beneath him. He would have withdrawn quickly, but she held him against her to savor the feel of him as she let him slowly withdraw. "I am sorry, Melea," whispered Tyr. She shook her head gently, looking at all of them. "Never be sorry," she whispered. "Together you are complete. Thank you for joy." She touched their faces gently. "You are not angry that I hurt you?" asked Tyr. She touched his lips to silence him. "No, Tyr. I am not angry." She smiled at him. "It was needful and I will welcome it again." They all looked surprised at her understanding. They gently stroked her body. She sighed with pleasure and noticed that they were still hard. She smiled slightly, leaned back into the pillows, and said, "Again?" They eagerly crowded around her so that anywhere she moved she touched one of them. "Please," she said, "let me enjoy your true natures." A wave of sexuality flowed over her. "Oh yes!" she breathed, reaching for them. "Melea," whispered Kel, "we may be on you for a long time." "Oh, please," she breathed, "for hours and hours." And again they took her from gentleness to shrieking release. And again. Each time making it last longer and longer until they finally let her sleep. When she awoke, she was firmly nested among them. Six warm, muscular bodies around her. Six pairs of sapphire eyes watching her. She smiled at them. "You are right," she said. "One woman can accommodate all of you." Six amazing smiles answered her, a little of their intense sexuality washing over her. She felt her nipples harden and her body grow warm. And she felt them all begin to swell against her. She reached out to touch their faces. "Please," she said. "Show me again what you are." "Melea," said Tyr softly, "we can always be what we are if you wish it." "Oh, yes. Please!" Their sexuality crashed over her. Six incredibly hard, hot erections pressed against her body. She stretched, savoring the feel of them surrounding her. This time Kel mounted her first, riding her willing body with hard, deep thrusts until she climaxed. Then he gave place to Andros, who also took her to a single climax. Then Loth, Eidan, and Donal. And Tyr, who again made her scream. Again and again, they took her with hard, pounding lunges deep into her to a single climax with each of them. On and on, they thrust into her until each pulsed a hard hot climax into her. Andros whispered in her ear, "Can we do as we wish with you, lovely Melea?" "Oh yes," she sighed, "oh, yes!" They rearranged themselves. Four of them held her arms and legs. She was cushioned on Tyr, with his massive erection nested between her buttocks. "Do not fear, Melea," said Tyr softly. "We will not use you this way. It is for stimulus only." And he pushed against her, letting her feel his hardness and heat. He held her with his hands firmly on her breasts. One at a time, they took her, as she was held helpless by the others, always feeling Tyr's hands on her breasts, his hardness between her buttocks. Their use was hard, deep, and long. She arched and writhed against them, body trembling, throbbing as the immense, hard, hot erections thrust deep into her over and over, bringing her to climax again and again. She moaned and cried out, straining into their hard thrusts deep into her. One by one, they took her, used her with hard, deep thrusts to their own massive climaxes. Tyr traded places with Andros, and threw himself on her, plunging hard and deep into her. She screamed, thrashing, struggling. The others held her tightly. Tyr thrust savagely deep into her again and again. She was moaning, screaming, raising herself to his savagely brutal thrusts deep into her body. On and on, he used her, hard, hot, and deep. Somehow, he prevented her climax. She was burning for release, wanting him to give it to her, wanting the pain of him deep and hard in her. With his final savage lunges, he brought her to climax. She shrieked in release as he pounded his hot, throbbing climax deep into her. She lay limp in their grip. They swarmed over her again, stroking her, kissing her, petting her. She lay, sated, savoring their hands and lips, returning their kisses, knowing they were still aroused. Again, they took her, Tyr always last, always giving her screaming climaxes. She soon had no thought other than how soon they would come to her again. She wanted them constantly. They came to her every night for hours. And sometimes, in the middle of the day, they would carry her to the bed and take her fast and hard, over and over. They soon all walked around nude. She could enjoy the sight of six, tall magnificent male bodies knowing they would come to her, take her, use her anytime of the day or night. They would wake her by thrusting hard and deep into her, use her, and let her sleep. Or they would start at dawn and take her over and over until the next dawn. And she loved them all. Mail Order Bride Mail Order Bride Be Deceived (All characters are 18 years of age, or older.) Mail order brides, quite a concept. Most people think it's an Eastern European issue, with men sending for women from the former Soviet-bloc countries to come to their own country, to be their wives. Usually it is used by men who cannot meet a real woman by conventional means, and are forced to dip into their pockets and pay for a woman to come to them. Now for me, I wasn't interested in the women of Eastern Europe. I was interested in Asian women, particularly Thailand. Now the difference is, that I know women in these scams and schemes target fat, old, unhealthy men because they cannot get it up sexually for them, or will soon enough die and leave everything to their hot, mail order bride. Now I am not that old, I am barely 25 years old, with a nice, built physique and I do not have any problem getting it up for a woman, in fact my sex drive is actually my only passion in life. So I am the complete opposite of what these gorgeous, sexy Thai women look for. They do not want a younger man who will tire them out, fuck ten shades of shit out of them, and not leave anything to them in their will for many years to come; so too much work for them. The only way to do this, was to create a fake profile on the website. Put up a picture of the ideal man for this scam, and claim I was ill, and that I just wanted a woman for company. For this to work, I knew these ideal women for me, would demand a video chat with me, to see if I was telling the truth; probably via Skype. To do this, the picture had to match the person on the video call; and that was when I decided to ask my older cousin Tommy, to pose for a few pictures and do the video calls for me. I would pay him for his time, and so who ever I chose would believe the ruse. Tommy was overweight, and quite unhealthy by choice so he would look the perfect target for the woman I chose. So with my new profile made, and put up onto the site after paying my joining fee by credit card I browsed the women. It didn't take long, as while I browsed the site I was hit by messages from a woman named Priva from Thailand. I soon found her profile, and God why could I not just win her over with honesty; she was fucking stunning is the word for her. With her black hair and caramel skin, she looked beautiful in just the photo of her face. In it, she was smiling away with her hazel eyes and sexy Asian facial features. According to her profile, she was 31 years of age, and her height was about 5'3ft, and she weighed just 90lbs. She even posted her measurements as 32C-24, but I knew why. In thinking I was overweight, and unable to get it up that the fact I could not fuck her properly, would make me want her to dress sexy, or just be sexy for my viewing pleasure. She was unaware of my true intentions with her. So we began sending messages, back and forth to one another. This went on for a few days. Soon enough weeks passed, with pictures passing between us, and me sending her the fake pictures of myself, who were really of my fat cousin Tommy. She jumped at them, claiming she thought it was so unfair that I was single, regardless of my weight and size. She claimed that a man my size, would be loved and wanted back in Thailand. It was all lies, to make me think that she was genuine. I wasn't after her fake affections, I was after her nice body, and from more of her pictures sent to me in her scantily dresses and skirts, I noticed she had long, firm legs. But also she possessed large, firm natural breasts and a small, yet firm bottom on her. So weeks passed, and the messages moved onto requests of video chatting with me; this was her making sure I was not lying about who I was. So I already had my plans in motion, I offered my cousin Tommy who's photos I was using £20 per video chat with her. This would mean that I would have to plan these calls ahead of time, at times when Tommy was available. So we planned for our first video chat, a week later on a Friday night and so I called Tommy over, went over all the details with him of what he had to know, and say. In the end, for what I was asking him to say on camera he demanded another £5 on top of the £20 I was offering him, per chat. So we set up the room, I would sit just out of sight of the camera, so only Priva would see Tommy; and be unaware I was there. This was also my chance to see if she was telling the truth, about her photographs. So about thirty minutes before out video chat was planned, Priva told us she had to make sure to stick to the timing as she was living with her parents who were sleeping away. So Tommy looked himself, of course with a wheezing voice he sat down at the computer and turned on the video camera, for Skype. We had gone over what to say, on paper and I had added some additions to his appearance to make him look older than his 29 years of age. His hair was matted, his skin looked clammy and sweaty, and his natural wheezing made him look far older and unhealthy. The camera turned on, on Priva's end and me and Tommy were flabbergasted by her sheer beauty sitting in front of her computer. "Hello." She giggled, and even I could tell Tommy thought she was stunning. "H-H-H-Hi." Tommy stammered, looking at this beautiful woman. She sat there, in her dimly lit bedroom wearing a camisole, a stretch lace type that was black. Even in the dim light of her bedroom, her back hair shone from the blueish light streaming from the computer screen. In that dim light, as I sat out of view of the camera I saw her brown, dark nipples visible through the lace camisole. They were perky, and I think even erect slightly. "You look very handsome, James." Priva said, calling Tommy by my real name; as I used my name instead of his for my profile. "Hmm you look stunning, Priva." Tommy managed to say, forcing a smile on his chubby face. I was already looking at her sexy smile, and luscious body under her camisole and imaging her gagging on my thick, 8 inch cock as I drove my fingers knuckle deep up her wet cunt. I let Tommy have his fun, the two spoke about silly things that me and her spoke about only through our messages. I sat bored slightly, as they spoke about their favourite televisions shows, that I told Tommy to speak about in his notes. Eventually the call ended after an hour, and they said their goodbyes. Tommy went on about how he thought he was in love, so I gave him £30 in total for the call, and sent him on his way. As Priva, had given me her mobile phone number we text for the rest of the evening, which was early morning for her since it was dark in the video. So the next few weeks passed, with a video chat about four times a week and sometimes only three, maybe once on the weekends. It cost me a lot initially paying Tommy, but I got it back as about three months after speaking it came; her true intention. It wasn't through a video chat, but through our messages. First she asked me how I would feel if she came over to visit me, for a short time here in the UK. This was it, three months since we met and she was already itching to come over, and become my mail order bride or at least in her mind; Tommy's wife. Her text also said that she could not afford the flight, and asked if I could pay for it and she would cover me later. Now this was it, so I asked her when she would like to come over and see me, and she told me in about three months from now. That was it, I had the little sexy bitch. I told her that I would shell out for the ticket for her to come over, but not the return flight. I would pay for it after we spent time together. At that moment knowing I must have had money, she said that maybe she would not want to go back home to Thailand at least not for a while anyway. This was it, so I decided to book her flight that very day for a weekend three months from now. She would leave Thailand on the Friday morning, and arrive by early Saturday afternoon. I also gave her a big fish, to make sure she showed up to see me. For the rest of the night I asked her for her financial woes, and she told me her family were poor and that she needed money desperately for them. So I said I would give her £3,000 when she arrived in three months time, for her to send to her parents. I made an excuse for it to take so long, that I was waiting for a cash settlement from a company I worked for a few years ago, and I suffered an accident on their premises. This made her very talkative for the next hour, asking how much the company was going to pay me, and if I could get an advance on the money, or find the £3,000 now to send to her mother and father. I said no, but that I would make sure every penny was there for her once she arrived, and more. God she was lapping it up, asking what I meant by that. I told her I would give her up to £10,000 so she could send it back to her parents, but that she had to be here and stay with me as I had to trust her with such an amount of money. She was ecstatic, and she told me she would stay; even saying she would marry me for all I was promising her. Well that was it, with the flight booked now was time for the manipulation. I bought the ticket for downright cheap, so I lost nothing should she actually not show up at Heathrow Airport on the day. So the next few weeks were more messages, more planned video chats with Tommy speaking to her, and eventually two weeks before the flight I put my plans in motion. We had everything planned out, I even bought a double bed but not for her benefit; for mine, so I could fuck her all over it when she got here. I told her I had just received the settlement of £10,000 and that I would give it to her when she arrived. She was happy, but yet she still tried to talk me into sending it over to her as bank transfer. I told her I wanted to see her, and give it to her in person when we started 'our life' together here. I told her in messages, that as a man who's sexual means were inactive but my sexual urges still vibrant; that I wanted her to dress up for our first meeting at the airport. She was a bit surprised, but said she understood my urges even without my active sexual organs. So she asked me what I wanted her to wear on the day we met; bingo! So my mind went wild, and I finally worked out the ensemble for the day. She was unaware of the real reason I wanted her dressed like what I had in mind; I was going to fuck her, not ogle her only. So I finally told her before the end of our conversation via our messages. I told her I wanted her to wear a tight latex skirt, with black pantyhose tights; I didn't care what kind or style. I also told her to wear boots, and a tight top and jacket as it was cold being Autumn. She seemed to love the idea of what I wanted her to wear, perhaps thinking I could do nothing with her dressed so seductively. So she even asked me if I wanted her to wear underwear or not that day. I told her not to wear any, and she was so blind to what I had planned for he she was eager to appease me with that demand. So that was it, now was the rest of the plan. I was going to get £3,000 in cash days before our meeting because once she saw me meeting her she would run; except maybe seeing the £3,000 she would become cooperative and obey what I tell her to do. I would also give her the remaining £7,000 once I saw fit when I was finished with her. It was the only way to make sure she stayed, the need for money. She wouldn't be getting the £3,000 until I was ready to give her it either. I had to hope to God, she didn't wave down Police to her aid, but she was in on her own scam. No money had changed hands yet, no crime committed. She also told me she did not have the money for the flight back, and I assumed this was true so she would be stuck with me until I gave her the money. Before our time talking was up, I also gave her a list of illnesses and such I suffered from to give her the false hope that soon enough I would keel over, or end up in hospital and more than likely signing over everything to her. Eventually the call ended, and my plan was in motion. So the days passed, until the early afternoon of her flight arriving in Heathrow Airport on Saturday. I actually got up hours earlier, and prepared myself. Shaving my beard, and freshening myself up as well as wearing clothing that truly showed my double-barrelled chest made from working out doing hiking, and gym work. I wore a nice white short-sleeve shirt, my washed blue denim jeans. I put on my Timberland boots, and leather jacket. I shoved the £3,000 into a brown envelope, and sealed it. I would re-open it when I got to the airport. I also had the bank notes inside grouped into stacks, and sealed in clear plastic so as no notes came loose and fell out. I looked at myself in the mirror, and hoped this was going to work. This was six months of planning, and I hoped it was going to pay-off. I even had a small safe installed into the wall of my bedroom hidden behind my work desk, and it required two codes to open it, that only I knew in memory. I had the £7,000 already in the safe, and would put the other £3,000 inside it once I got Priva home. So off I went, I got on the train to Heathrow Airport from where I lived; the West End of London and I would be arriving about 90 minutes prior to her plane landing. Now I am not beautiful, some regard me as handsome and one ex told me I had a rugged sexual side to me. I have a hairy chest and legs, from my Scottish heritage and probably some Scandinavian in there as well. I had short brown hair, and hazel eyes; my eyes I was told are nice by most standards as most of my ex-s specifically liked my eyes. The train journey was long, longer than I expected but it was probably my nerves; now up to this point I may sound calm about all of this, but I was petrified it would backfire in my face in that airport. So my nerves needed time to calm, on the train. I soon arrived at the airport, and made my way through the entrance and stood near the arrivals gate, with the envelope and my mobile in hand to text Priva once she got off the plane. Time passed so fucking slowly, eventually it was only 45 minutes until her plane arrived, and then 15 minutes. I passed the time by grabbing a coffee and a bun, and sat watching the gates from a nearby table. Eventually the airport speakers announced her flight from Thailand had arrived, and so I finished my coffee and got my phone out as I stood where I planned for her to come to me. I began to dial in my first text to her for that day. 'I'm outside the arrivals gates, r you thru to customs?' I asked her in the text. There was a short silence, and then her text came through. 'Yh bbe, just going thru now. I will be in the lounge soon.' She answered. I smiled and waited, a few minutes passed when I received another text from her. 'I'm in the lounge bbe, where r u?' She asked me in the text. Soon as I read the text, I spotted her walking through the arrivals gate with her phone in one hand, and in the other the pulling arm of her luggage bag. 'Near the male toilets bbe, near the big flower pot.' I sent back to her in the text. I saw her now, and she did stun me. She had worn exactly what I asked of her, without any change or such to it. She was wearing a pink short t-shirt, under her leather coat that stopped a few inches from her hips. She was also wearing a black leather skirt, inches shorter than average stopping a mere few inches from her crotch showing her upper, thicker thighs that were encased in black pantyhose. Downwards she was wearing the black pantyhose tights as per my instructions with small, little ankle boots on her feet, with a long heel on them. Her black hair shone in the light of the airport, stopping a few inches below her ears. She looked over in my direction, as I hid my phone behind my back. She seemed unsure, wondering where I was or where Tommy was following my directions. I watched her as she brought her phone up to her view, and typed another message for me. 'Where bbe, I can't see u.' The text read. I already had the message typed, before I put my phone behind my back; and simply pressed the send button blindly. 'I'm near the plant pot, bbe. Come over.' The text read, as she brought her phone to read it. There were two men near the plant pot, outside the toilets; me and an old black guy. She slowly made her way over to the plant pot, her eyes were darting everywhere; she looked at me briefly and then at the other man. I decided the ruse was up, as we were alone since the black man was sitting on a wall-chair, and sleeping away. "Priva." I said in my clear, cut voice. She turned slowly, as if in a horror movie when the killer calls out his next victim by name. "Who are you?" She asked me in broken English. "James, the man you came here to meet." I answered her with a malevolent voice. "No, you are not him. You not match the photographs." She said defensively, turning sideways to me, as if angry I was seeing her wearing such an outfit not intended for me. "The pictures you saw, and the man on the video chats with you was a family relative I paid to do it. He's not even thirty, and he's just a fat fuck who enjoys food." I explained to her. She got anxious, and looked like she was about to run away. "Now listen to me, this is what you wanted." I said pulling the envelope out, and showing her a glimpse of the plastic covered bank notes briefly, and she went still. "You will get this, once I've had my fun with you and I am satisfied. You will also get the remaining £7,000 when I see fit. You understand this?" I asked her. "No, I call Police." She said about to turn away, and hail down a firearms officer that are stationed at the airports. He was carrying a MP5 sub-machine gun slung over his chest. "And what will you tell them huh?" I asked her, slightly louder so she heard me. She slowly turned just her head towards me, over her shoulders shaking and breathing hard. "That you came here, to fleece an older, sicker man of all of his money, belongings and such as a mail order bride. That he made a promise to you, to give you £10,000 in cash or as a bank transfer for your loving care, and attention. To me, and even you know it; I have not committed any criminal offences as of this precise moment." I said, my final words were determined and vindictive. "No legal agreement was made, for that money to go to you. You don't even know this man's full name, address or anything Priva. Those officers cannot help you, now you could run to the Thailand consulate, or embassy and see what they can do. But they'll know why you truly came here, and will take their precious time in sending you back home. You cannot afford the flight back either, so what are your options?" I asked her, leaning against the wall near the plant pot. "I will beg for a flight ticket if I must." She said desperately over her shoulder. I laughed gently, but it was laughter filled with malice. "Be my fucking guest, Priva. Do you honestly think anyone here will pay an upwards of £800 for a ticket, to send you home? I highly fucking doubt it." I said with a grin. She began to softly cry, but just to make sure she didn't make a scene I spoke. "If you cry, or make one of those fucking Cops come over here then I'm gone with your money, and you'll be on your own here." I said firmly. She softly cried some more. "You came here, with your own scam in play. A fat, ill man unable to perform sexually; no wonder you came dressed as I asked because you thought I wouldn't be able to do nothing about it. Oh but I can, and if you want this cash then you'll fucking do as I tell you. Now we are going to get a cab back to my home, or you can stay here and find your own way home, or a bed for the night." I said, turning and walking to the doors that opened onto the main road where taxis and cabs could be hailed down.