“It would really help if you could clean up after yourself!” moaned Nadia has she arrived back to an unclean house, dishes piling up and dirty laundry everywhere
“That is your duty wife!” he said with his feet on the table watching the TV
“Excuse me?” she shouted back in shock
“I said it is your duty!” he shouted back
“Listen, me and you are not really married!” she said clarifying
“Not according to the law…… not according to your family!” he said
“What are you talking about?” she said wondering why he was speaking like this
“You are MY wife, I am the man and I want you to clean the house!” he asserted
“Becareful of how you speak to me….!” she said in shock
“Or what? You will tell your family you faked your marriage?!” he threatened
“No, I will tell immigration!” she threatened back
“You stupid bitch… I am not an illegal, I have been in UK for 10 yrs and have my papers!” he said
“What? What do you mean?” she said confused
“Have you seen any immigration officer? I am a UK citizen!” he said
“But….. I don’t understand? Since when?” she asked confused
“Since 8 years I lied to you!” he said laughing
“Why?” she asked sitting down in shock as he threw his passport to her
“Because I wanted a desperate bitch to live off of!” he said coldly smirking
“So you lied?” she said wanting confirmation
“Yes, I thought I would get a white woman, maybe a widow but I got you!” he said laughing
“I cant believe you!” she screamed
“Shut up you whore!” he shouted threateningly
“I am not a whore you dumb immigrant, I have not fucked you!” she screamed back
“Yes…. I know so lets start!” he said standing up
“What, no!” she said getting up off the sofa
He grabbed her hair and slapped her face, she froze stunned as he pushed her on her knees, undoing his zip as he gripped her hair in place. She looked at his dark big cock, erect bounce out and face her. She looked up at him wondering what he was expecting, but soon her head was pushed on his cock and he ordered her to open her mouth. He grabbed her head with both hands fucking her face as she cried, she soon was released from his grip but only to thrown onto the sofa. She laid on her back as he climbed on top of her, he looked at her like a hungry animal as he pulled her blouse apart, the buttons flying across the lounge revealing her firm double D breasts confined in her bra.
He pulled her bra down around her waist, her nipples erect inviting him to suck she began to struggled leading him to pin her down with more force. He placed his hand up her skirt and ripped off her knickers throwing them on her face as he started to finger her pussy. She was getting wet, but was resisting and trying to get up off the sofa, he spread her legs and inserted his stiff hard cock in to her pussy causing her to scream and against all of her principals she started to beg him to stop, which amused him.
“Nadia, you are my wife…. my property!” he laughed as he carried on pounding her
“No, please I beg yooooou, please!” she pleaded
“Ha ha, you are more pathetic than when I first met you!” he laughed
Nadia’s pussy was beginning to feel sore, even though she was not a virgin she had not had regular sex and definitely never this roughly, he started to throb, coming in her and then throwing her to the floor as he got up from the sofa. She laid on the floor, her body hot and exhausted
“You are not a virgin who have you fucked before bitch?” he shouted as he done his jeans up
“No one!” she sobbed
“Dont fucking lie to me whore!” he shouted
“I have had boyfriends!” she said
“Ha ha, none of whom wanted to marry you!” he laughed
“I didn’t want to!” she said
“But you let them fuck you?” he said now standing over her
“Yes, we had sex!” she said
“How many men?” he asked pulling her hair to see her face
“Only 2!” she said not giving him eye contact
“Only 2? You dirty whore, Pakistani women should be pure for their husbands!” he shouted in disgrace “You are dirty, used goods, second hand!”
“Things are different in the UK!” she tried to explain
“Yes you women are easier!” he said “Stop talking, get up and start cleaning”
“Ok, but I want to have a shower first!” she said as she got up
“Shower? You think this will clean you? You are a whore and you shower when I say!” he shouted
“Ok!” she said wanting just to leave from his presence
Nadia made her way to the kitchen, her thighs aching her blouse ripped and no knickers. She held back the tears as she began to put all of the dishes in the sink, clean down the surfaces and get the mop out
“Ah, no no no!” he said standing by the door watching her
“What?” she said confused with the mop in her hand
“In Pakistan we don’t have mops, get on your knees and scrub!” he ordered as she obeyed
“This isn’t Pakistan!” she reminded him as she knelt
“Yes, but within this house it will be run with Pakistani rules!” he said laughing
It was gone past 2am when Nadia had finished, her husband had gone to bed and she went to shower. She couldn’t sleep much, she was upset but fought hard to overcome her emotions. She wondered what to do, if her family found out she lied she would be outcasted, her Mother would be humiliated in front of the whole community. She woke up ready for work, Abdul still asleep she didn’t stop for breakfast she just wanted to be at work as soon as she could to escape this reality.
The time went fast, she was dreading returning home but knew she had to. When she had got back, Abdul was sitting down, take away boxes left on the floor around the sofa for her return.
“Welcome back whore!” he greeted her
“….. hi!” she replied wanting not to provoke him
“Look at this mess!” he said almost blaming her
“I will clean it” she replied
“Good dog!” he said laughing at her conformity
She picked up the rubbish and empty glasses, she walked towards the kitchen and was shocked at what she saw.
“I gave it away!” he said calming at the door
“What? Why?!” she shouted
“I told you, in this house we live like Pakistan and in Pakistan we don’t have dishwashers, or washing machines, we have wives!” he explained
“Well your wife also works so doesn’t have time!” she said annoyed
“My wife will make time!” he replied
“Maybe if you got a job I could stay at home all day like they do in Pakistan!” she said
“I am a lucky man my wife works and does the housework!” he laughed
“Well, with my money I will get a washing machine!” she said
“YOUR money? You earn it but it is not yours!” he made clear
“What ever!” she said now getting fed up
“Give me your cards!” he ordered
“You what?” she said shocked
“Your bank cards and credit cards, give them to me!” he said
“Why?” she asked
“Because I am the man and I control the money!” he explained
“No!” she said
“Fine!” he said walking towards her bag
“Hey, get out of my bag!” she shouted running towards him
He grabbed her and pushed her to the floor, emptying her bag ontop of her and picking up her purse before walking away. Nadia got up and went to the kitchen doing the dishes and cleaning, keeping out of his way. He laid on the sofa and awaited his dinner which she served later. She sat down in the lounge with him and started to eat