Fantasy Erotic Stories from much older times

[RajV]

Havaldar Maha-Linga and His Conquest of Nadiyya Bibi by Nizami Begum
Neelofar Khanum Hyderabadi

  Havaldar Maha-Linga stood at the Chauk (square), surveying the street.
His eyes peered through the deserted lane, late at night.  A large turban
emphasized his height and make him look larger than his already imposingly
large frame.  The only other clothes he wore were a tight lungi.  Knowing
that the fair-skinned Aryans of the north were intimidated by black skins,
he made sure that his garments were white in colour, so as to offset his
normally black skin and make him look even blacker, and hence more
aggressive, than he already was.  But, like the inhabitants of his native
Telingana region, he walked barefoot, his rough and thick Dravidian
foot-soles able to easily withstand the sharp stones on the rough roads.
He was one of the muscular men of Shudra caste who had been imported by the
Sarkar (government) as part of its drive to put down unruliness in the
realms of the state.

  What contributed to his aggressiveness, however was the fact that he was
racist, for he believed in the superiority of his own Shudra, Dravidian
qaum (race).  He had imbibed these ideas from his native village, where the
older men had told him about the effeminate, fair-skinned males from the
north.  They were fair-skinned and woman-like, they told him, and had
slender, delicate unmanly bodies which lacked in muscle.  Moreover, they
taught him that their fair Lunds were very thin and short, and incapable of
satisfying their own Aurats (women).  Hence, the Aryan Aurats secrely
preferred to copulate with the Shudra and Dravidian males of his own qaum
(race).

  These ideas were supported during his brief sojourn in Hyderabad.  But
they became, in his eyes, fully confirmed when he reached Oudh.  He saw the
fair Oudhi Sahibs look uncomfortably at his Shudra body.  And many of the
Oudhi Aryan Banus, Bibis and Begums stole glances at his strong black
Dravidian muscles, while others greedily ogled his groin area, safe behind
the anonymity of their burqas (veils).  Why, just that afternoon a
beautiful Begum had stared at his massively muscled Dravidian upper body
and then looked at his groin, as if devouring him with her eyes.  The
thought made his long thick black Shudra organ grow and swell.

  Gradually, Hawaldar Maha-Linga saw a rickshaw gradually appear in the
mist of the night.  A short-statured, bronze-skinned Bhojpuri
rickshaw-puller walked along, pulling the rickshaw by its handles.  He
would not have bothered, but when he looked at the rickshaw itself, he saw
a lady of astonishing beauty.  Her mouth was covered by a semi-transparent
veil, but her cheeks and forehead shone like a second moon in the night.
Her eyes with long flowing eye-lashes showed that her face must have been
exceedingly pretty.  And the erotic curves of her legs were clearly visible
with her leg-hugging churidaar shalwars.  Yes, a Sahib, probably her
Showhar (Husband) was next to her, but he would not let that minor detail
deter him.

  He motioned for the rickshaw to stop.  The Bhojpuri drawer immediately
came to a halt.

  "What you doing so late ?" he asked the Sahib gruffly.

  "We are just coming back from a dost's mahal," replied the Sahib.
Maha-Linga looked at the Sahib and studied his frame.  It was the typical
Sahibi or Navabi frame so common amongst Oudh, both with the Vedic Aryan
and with the Musulman Aryan menfolk.  It was just as he had expected.  He
did not want to create any trouble with any man with a Jihadi frame,
although he knew he could probably handle that as well.  This would be too
easy.

  Then he looked at his Bibi.  She was wearing a burqa (veil), which
covered her face from the nose upper lip downwards.  But he could see from
the perfect almond shape of her eyes, carefully underlined with kohl, and
her fair ivory-like complexion, that she was very beautiful.  One look and
her long dashing eye-lashes felt like they had already penetrated to his
Dravidian heart.  Slowly he glanced down.  The black burqa only covered her
upper body, and so he observed that she was wearing a tight chooridar
shalwar which clung closely to her skin.  Surely, they were not the tight,
almost rubber-like shalwars which a really respectable Bibi would wear.

  He turned back to the Sahib and then continued.  "Where you live ?"
Maha-Linga asked.

  "In Muzaffar Mohalla," replied the Sahib.

  Muzaffar Mohalla.  Only the Ashrafi clerical and scholarly families
lived there.  This indicated that the couple were not members of the high
aristocracy.  There would hence be no threat of retribution from any action
he might employ.

  "Why you went there ?"

  "For a mehfil."

  "A sharabi mehfil (wine party) ?" he asked.

  "By ,.', I swear I did not have any sharab," replied the Sahib with
some alarm.  "It was not a sharabi mehfil."

  "Whose Mehfil ?" he asked.

  "Aslam Sahib's mehfil," came the response.

  "Aslam Sahib ?" He had never heard of the place.  But again, he would
not let that minor detail deter him.  "Aslam Sahib's mahal is under our
watch.  We have reports of sharabi mehfils there." As he talked to the
Sahib, he twitched his chest muscles.  This had the desired effect -
Maha-Linga saw the Sahib look at his upper body, fear in his eyes.

  "Did you have any sharab there ?" he asked again.

  "No."

  "We can make this the hard way, or the easy way.  Now, did you have any
sharab ?" he asked.

  "No," came the defiant answer.

  "Then come along," he ordered the Bhojpuri rickshaw-puller.  "You make
it difficult.  You been at Aslam Sahib's mahal.  We want know everything
about Aslam Sahib and his mehfils.  No worry, you tell everything in
Khana." The richshaw followed him.  He guided them to a narrow gullee where
he knew it would be difficult for his captives to escape.

  "You are taking us to the Khana ?" asked the Sahib in alarm.  "Please
don't take us to the Khana (security officer-station)."

  Maha-Lingam did not say anything, thereby letting the passengers' panic
mount.

  "He is taking us to the Khana," moaned the Aurat.  "Do something !"

  "Please, don't take us to the Khana," repeated the Sahib.

  With that Maha-Linga stopped the rickshaw.

  "If you make it easy, then I don't have to take you to Khana.  Did you
take any Sharab or no ?" asked Maha-Lingam.

  "If I say I did, you won't take us to Khana ?" asked the Sahib.

  Maha-Lingam stopped and then pulled the Sahib off the rickshaw.

  "What are you doing ?" asked the Begum.  Maha-Lingam did not listen but
pulled the Sahib to the rickshaw and chained his hands to a wheel.  Then he
ordered the rickshaw-walla to leave.

  The Sahib resisted and cursed, but once he was chained he was powerless.


  Just then two other men crossed as they walked along the gullee.  Farhan
Sahib called out to them for help.  Maha-Lingam calmly let him exert
himself.

  "Please help us," he exclaimed repeatedly.  But both the passers-by
looked at Maha-Lingam and then decided to walk on.

  Only after they had left the gullee itself did Farhan Sahib finally
stop.

  "Fine.  Then I drank some sharab," replied the Sahib.  "Now let us go."

  "So you are saying you drank sharab ?" asked Maha-Lingam.

  "Yes.  Now let us go."

  "I will decide what to do."

  "Do what you want with me.  But let my Bibi go please," begged the
Sahib.

  "Who are you to tell me what to do with this Aurat ?" fumed Maha-Lingam.
"You speak for yourself, she will speak for herself."

  "Please," begged Farhan.

  "You have to be taught manners, you Haramzada !" cursed Maha-Lingam.
With that Maha-Lingam untied the Sahib's trouser-string and then pulled
down his pyjamas.

  "No, no," begged Farhan, trying to turn to hide his nudity.  Under the
effect of the cold night, his genitals had shrivelled up to a tiny state.
He did not want anybody to see them in that pathetically puny condition.
With his hands chained to the rickshaw-wheel, he tried to turn his back
side to side, but failed to hide his privates.  No matter which way he
turned, he could not hide his genitals completely.

  "That small worm not going to satisfy any Aurat," Maha-Linga told
Farhan. Farhan could not deny it, and squirmed around.

  "That the small thing you use ?" Maha-Lingam asked the Bibi.

  "It is enough for her !" retorted Farhan Sahib in anger.

  "Won't be after I done with her," sneered Maha-Lingam.

  Farhan's face contorted as he realized the import of what Maha-Lingam
implied.  "Do what you want with me.  But please let her go," requested
Farhan.  "Please, I beg you."

  "I see you love your Bibi very much.  We see how much she love you,"
said the Hawaldar.  Then he turned to the Bibi.

  "This Admi you call Showhar has said he is a Sharabi.  For that I have
to punish him and lock him up in Khana for some nights," he said.  He saw
the horror on her face, but before she could say anything, he said, "Our
spies say that Aslam Sahib supply Aurat (woman) to his dosts at his
mehfils. You could be a tawaif (whore)."

  "No, I am not a tawaif," she replied in shock.

  "Your Showhar says he is Sharabi.  Aslam Sahib supplies Aurats to his
Dost.  I think you are Tawaif, so you come along to the Khana."

  "Please don't send us to the Khana," begged the Aurat.

  "Speak for yourself.  Your Sharabi Showhar has to go.  He has said he is
sharabi.  But you might not." he said.  "Your Showhar has already told me
that he had sharab.  Now I just have to check if you are a tawaif or not."

  "Please don't send me to the Khana," begged the Aurat.  "I am not a
tawaif."

  "You let me bokk you, I let you go," said the Hawaldar.  "Else, you come
to khana with your Showhar."

  "No, Nadiyya, please don't," wailed the Sahib.

  "You are coming with me to the Khana," retorted Maha-Lingam.  "Talk more
and I keep you two nights." That shut up Farhan.

  "Fine, I will let you do me."

  Farhan's spirit was broken when he heard that his Bibi agree to copulate
with the Hawaldar just to save herself.

  Farhan watched in shame as his Bibi knelt down on her heels and started
to rub the Shudra Hawaldar's groin through his trousers.

  Using both hands Nadiyya Bibi rubbed his Lund.  It hardened under her
deft touch.  Farhan could see that it was a significant bulge.

  Then Nadiyya Bibi untied his trouser-string.  Reaching up, she pulled
down his trousers, exposing his truly magnificent Dravidian genitals.  Like
a coiled Telingana Black Snake, it jumped right out at Nadiyya as she
stared in disbelief.  It was uncircumcised, very long, thick, heavy and
extremely black.  Farhan noted in humiliation that the Shudra Hawaldar's
big black Lund was much bigger than his own.

  Maha-Lingam then walked over to the Sahib and stood in front of him, his
genitals hanging lewdly just one foot from the Sahib.  He saw the Sahib
stare at his big Kala Shudra Lund and then at his own, much smaller, pink
Aryan Lund.  He knew that the fair Sahib was then comparing his own short
pink Aryan Lund to the much bigger Kala Shudra Lund.  In triumph he could
see the Sahib's manhood slip away as he realized just how much smaller he
was.

  Maha-Lingam walked back to Nadiyya Bibi and started to fondle her fair
Gumbad.  He pulled down her shalwar and caressed her large white orbs.
Then he started to tickle her puckered Qoon (anus).  Slowly he pushed one
finger in and pushed it in and out.

  When he was done with fondling her Qoon (anus), he removed his anguli
(finger) and walked over to the Sahib.

  "Chuso it," he ordered.

  As she leaned against the wall, the Aurat looked over at her Showhar as
the Hawaldar inserted his thick black finger into her Showhar's mouth.  Her
eyes enlarged as she watched her Showhar start to suck her juices off his
finger.

  He walked back to Nadiyya Bibi and told her to face the wall and bend
forward.  She did as told.  Positioning himself behind her Maha-Lingam
inserted his big black Shudra Lund into her tight pink Aryani Fuddi.
Farhan Sahib felt like a totally defeated Admi as he saw the Shudra
Hawaldar's big black Dravidian Lund go into his Bibi's tight pink Fuddi.

  Then he started to bokk her.

  "Tell yar Showhar how big mine is." he commanded as he copulated her.

  "Farhan, he is so big," she said.

  "When I done with your Bibi, she no longer wanting your Kotak Safed
Lund," hissed Maha-Lingam.

  Full of shame, Farhan wondered how terrible it would be if true.  He
wondered if his Bibi would ever be interested in his puny pink Aryan Lund
again, after having tasted that huge Shudra Aurat-pleaser.

  Finally, Maha-Lingam bellowed loudly.  He climaxed inside Nadiyya Bibi.

  As he looked at Farhan Sahib, he smiled in triumph.  Yes, realizing that
his Lund was too small and seeing his Bibi made into an Aurat by a real man
definitely made Farhan more docile and submissive.

  Then he told Nadiyya Bibi to go home.  He went to Farhan Sahib and then
took the humbled Showhar to the Khana.  It was only the next morning that
he released Farhan Sahib from the Khana.

  "Dumb Showhar, if you let me bokk your Bibi from beginning, I let you
go. But you try to play her for your Bibi, so now you suffer."

  He watched in triumph as Farhan Sahib left the Khana.  He knew he would
be a defeated man forever after that, and that thought pleased Maha-Lingam.


  ****

  It was a fine day.  Hawaldar Maha-Linga stood at the side of a road.
One afternoon, a rickshaw passed him.  Clad in thick burqa, the Aurat in
the rickshaw handed him a piece of paper.

  Surprised, he read the address on the note.

  That night he went to that address.  As he entered the mahal, he was
greeted by a stunningly beautiful Aurat.  Since she was in her own mahal,
she did not have to wear any burqa.  When he looked at her face,
Maha-Lingam recognized her.  The Aurat from the Gullee that night.

  "I love you, Maha-Lingam," she said as she embraced him.

  "I keep on thinking about your big Kala Shudra Lund (big black Shudra
penis) since that day you made me an Aurat," she hissed into his ear, her
arms around his shoulders.  He felt her hand move down to his groin and
massage his thick Dravidian hose.

  "My Showhar is gone for the whole day.  We can spend the whole night
together," she whispered.

  It would be a good night indeed.
  The End