Novel & Cerita The Handmaid's Tale

He just looked down at me, took my hand in his and squeezed. I think Nate was more surprised than I was. He’d stopped when his fingers made contact with my panties. After I gasped, Nate moved his hand away, resting it on my middle thigh. When it seemed no one was going to stop him though, he moved his hand back up. Something happened at that moment. A sudden and silent realization seemed to hit all three of us at the same time. We all wanted the same thing. No words needed to be spoken. When Nate’s hand moved back up my thigh there was no more hidden intent. I was with a purpose. His hand reached up, raising my gown in the process, and his fingers started rubbing my pussy, over my panties.

She squealed in horror as she stepped out into the open, the square littered with the decapitated bodies of children, their head neatly lined up inches away from their bodies; their tiny masses beaten and broken. Elika tripped, tumbling over the fresh corpse of the bakers wife, her sea blue eyes vacant of life. Fresh tears slipped from the princess eyes as her hand fell upon the small bump on the woman’s stomach, her heart twisting in vile fits of anguish. How could someone do this to children, to a pregnant woman? She asked herself, rising back onto her knees as she searched the smoke infested streets. Who could have done this?

I asked her after my two other handmaidens were done fixing my hair, “I think I have seen her somewhere but I just can’t recall where.” Nina lowered her face as if trying to avoid looking into my eyes, “She is… She is Rhoda, your highness… a sixteen-year-old girl and one of the handmaidens of lady Helena…” I turned to look at her, baffled by what I heard, “You mean she’s from Helena’s” She nodded her head, sad about the young girl.

Her voice is low and quiet. She’s Amanda, 49 years old and our one and only maid, she’s been working with us for 5 years already. “Shhh... just go to Elizabeth’s room. Make sure that she doesn’t come out.” I whisper and waited for her to leave completely. My hands are shaking. I touch the doorknob. I could hear a strange noise as I listen carefully. I swallow nervously. I was surprised when I opened it and saw them both naked. A blonde young woman was on top of him...

The sheer thought of your hands on me has hardened me even more. I want you to be free with me and do everything you have read in those naughty novels to me. Oh! He caught me. I had actually read it from one of the novels. The girl played with her man's member with her hands and later put it in her mouth, and then she sulked at him. I wanted to please Nate but I didn't really know how to do it. He saw me hesitate a bit and he said in a low voice. Don't worry girl, I will guide you through. Is that okay?

I saw Mia coming to me from the side, she hugged me saying “Aliana I heard what happened. Did he hurt you? Are you okay” she continued asking more questions but I cut her off midway “I'm okay I guess , my body just feels dirty, a man called Xavier saved me , he said he was second in command or something like that” “Yess Xavier” she said his name with this alluring tone and purr, I gave her a weird look then she continued talking “yeah he's Ares right hand man, they're always together, another good looking Greek god I could eat up” This time around I was the one that face palmed my head then said “Are you meant to be fantasizing over your bosses”

Rebecca looked to Elliot and nodded. “He not only told us about the food but also about some of the ways that people were treated in that village. You have to remember that most people have never traveled outside of their village apart from going to the Reaping. We could only know for sure that this was all happening in just this village. We learned of beatings, rape, and even murder.” Elliot finishes this statement with the same look on his face that I had seen on Thomas’s many times. A look of shame.

When the handmaid stepped forward, the Queen struck her hard across the face. “How did you not report that your Princess was pregnant?” the Queen demanded. “Your Majesty, I deserve harsh punishment for not knowing,” the handmaid sobbed. “But my mistress suffers from irregular menstruation due to her poor health. Sometimes it comes only twice or three times in six months. It has been this way since her teenage years.” The Queen looked as though she wanted to punish the maid severely, perhaps even order her execution. Before she could speak again, Duchess Greyson stepped forward.

I stared at my hands in the dim dashboard light, half-expecting to see blood, but there was only the cold sweat of panic. Alejandro drove fast, navigating the dark, empty streets leading toward the industrial docks. The city was completely dead, wrapped in a thick midnight fog. When we reached the edge of the concrete pier, the black water of the river lapped violently against the stone wall below. "Get out," Alejandro ordered. We walked to the back of the car. Alejandro popped the trunk, and together we dragged the heavy bundle to the very edge of the pier. My hands were trembling so much I could barely hold the plastic fabric.

Aria. Sarah. Whatever her name was. The woman he loved. The woman he'd claimed completely just an hour ago. The woman whose virginity he'd taken, whose body bore his marks, whose womb held his seed. She was bent over a cultivation bed, her hands moving quickly as she carefully extracted leaves and roots from the Vitalis Radix plants. Her bag sat open beside her, already partially filled. Even from this distance, he could see her hands shaking. Could see the tears on her face catching the light. Could see the way her entire body trembled.....from exhaustion, from pain, from the emotional devastation of what she was doing.