Fantasy Erotic Stories from much older times

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Trained by Kali Begum by Ghulam Shamsher Osmani Bangalistani Codes:
shudrani, kali, dravidian, malabari, begum, sultanum, khanum, ghulam

   Some time back I fell in love with an Aurat of my mohalla, called
Nadiyya Banu.  I courted her for a long while.  One day as we sat in a
park, we talked.

   "My mehboob, I wanted to actually take the controlling position over the
man I know," she said calmly.

   "Yes, I will do anything for you," I told her.  "I will even become your
Ghulam."

   With that her eyes lighted up.

   "You really mean my Ghulam ?" she asked.

   I was delighted that I had made her happy.

   "Yes, my mehboob.  I would readily become your Ghulam any day."

   She smiled and then said, "I like you."

   I went back that day thinking that I had made a big success and would
soon become her Yar (lover).

   The next day she invited me to her mahal for the first time.  I was
ecstatic.  We talked for a while in the main room and then she invited me
to her bedroom.  I was totally dazed, thanking ,.' for my success with
this beautiful Aurat.

   Inside her bed chamber, she bade me to sit on her divan.  But she did
not sit down, and instead, started to talk to me.  It seemed she wanted to
take command by standing tall, thereby appearing taller than me as I
seated.

   "You know some time back I told you that I wanted to find a man who
respected me, and then you said you would become my Ghulam ?" she asked me.


   "Yes, my love," I said.

   "I have decided to accept your offer," she said.  My heart started
pounding harder.  I thanked ,.' that I had finally scored with this
Begum.

   "Well, I definitely would like to make you my Ghulam," she continued. 
"But I do not have the expertise to break a man in properly."

   What was that she meant?  I wondered what she implied when ehe said
"break in" a man.

   "You see I am too timid and too nice to be a real Begum," she continued.
"And an arrogant Admi like you needs to be broken in very well."

   What did she mean by Begum ?  And why was she calling me arrogant ?  I
had never insulted her in any way.  I never expected to hear her talk like
that.  Suddenly, I started doubting whether I should be happy at her
acceptance of me as her Yar.

   "So wait for me, my Mehboob, and I will return with a wonderful gift for
you," she said.

   At this I was happy.  But I was puzzled by what she meant earlier.  I
could not believe my luck in scoring with this lovely Begum, but had some
doubts because of what she had said.  But my Lund became very hard as I
thought that I would soon be inserting it into that lovely Aurat's precious
Fuddi.

   In a short while she returned, accompanied by a very mean and ugly black
Dravidian Shudra woman.  She was of the middle height, but very thickset
and robust.  A wide nose disfigured her ugly black face.  Her thick
slobbering lips bent outwards over her large and wide mouth.  Unlike the
Aurats of our Qaum (race) who covered their delicate fair feet in elegant
gem-adorned sandals, this Dravidian Aurat did not wear anything on her
large rough black feet as she walked barefoot everywhere.  She wore a lungi
about her waist, and a tight kameez to cover her heavy chest.  Unlike the
delicate manicured feet of our Aurats, this strange Shudra Woman had large
talon-like nails atop her large claw-like toes.  She looked like the Bubu
(sister) or Aurat (woman) of one of the scary Kala Shudra Goondas from the
Telinga mohalla.  [1]

   "Please greet my friend, Kali Begum," she said.  I was surprised why she
was introducing me to her friend.  But I decided to do as my love had said.


   I was about to salaam Kali Begum when I saw the angry scowl in her
contemptuous gaze.  Taken aback, I looked at her for a while, but then
still decided to salaam her.  I raised my right hand to my forehead and
bowed forward in a courteous Salaam.

   Immediately the dominant Shudrani came to me and slapped me hard on my
face.  I was stunned.

   "You Haramzada!  I did not give you permission to salaam to me !" she
barked.  Immediately I retreated.  My mind full of questions I turned to my
love.  Before I could say anything, she started to explain.

   "Everyone knows that in the Malabar land it is the Aurat who, as a
Begum, rules over the Admi, who is but a Ghulam.  The Malabari Aurat has
the most power and rights over her Showhar, much more than in any other
part of the world.  That is because the Malabari Shudrani is the most
dominant and aggressive of all the women.  Then who better to train you
than a Malabari, Dravidian Aurat ?  She is going to show you how the Aurats
of the Dravidian Malabar country took control over the menfolk and reduced
them to the status of Ghulams!" she told me.

   Dazed, it was only gradually that the full effect of her words sank in.
Then she turned her back towards me.

   "Enjoy your training, Taj !" my lady exclaimed as she left the room.

   My mind races and I felt my heart sink when I realized that my love had
left me alone in the room with that ugly Kali Shudrani.

   The moment my Mehboob left, the muscular Shudrani started to intimidate
me.

   "I know you Safed Haramzadas (white bastards).  You would never look at
a Kali (black woman) like me.  Your first choice are those pretty,
fair-skinned, rosy-cheeked, submissive Punjabi, Oudhi and Rajputni Aryan
females.  It is only when you don't get any of those Aurats that you would
even think about me as a cheap Tawaif!" she barked as she came closer to
me.

   "No, no, please," I said.

   "Liar!  I know you Badmashes very well," she cursed, and then spat onto
my face to intimidate me further.  "You only think of us Shudranis as ugly
Kalis who clean your streets and toilets!  You don't like us because we are
real Aurats and won't take any nonsense !"

   "No, I never did that, please," I wailed.

   "Liar!" she shouted.  "You Gandoos (faggots) can't fool me !" With that
she aggressively pushed me against the wall.

   "But I know the real reason why you don't want us Shudrani Aurats," she
continued as she pushed two fingers into my cheeks.  "You Chutiyas
(stupids) are scared of us," she hissed in my ear.  "You know we are real
Orats (women), not Londis (girls) like your Goris (fair women)." I tried to
loosen her grip on my jaw, but failed.  Her strong Dravidian fingers pushed
deeper into my cheeks, pushing them into my mouth.

   "You know we will break your Andas," she hissed as she held one hand
with the forefinger and index finger stretched out, right in front of my
eyes.  Slowly she bent them at the first joint.  I was afraid she would try
to strike out my eyes, so I moved my face to the side.

   Then, before I could react, I saw her hand move, instead of towards my
eyes, in an arc downwards and strike towards my groin instead.  "Like this
!"

   With that I felt each of her bent fingers strike one of my vulnerable
testicles at the joint.  Her aim was perfect, for both bent fingers struck
a testicle each through my pyjamas.  I shrieked in pain and grasped my
wounded genitals, falling down to the floor at her feet.

   She then gave a strong kick to my groin area using the ball of her foot.
Fortunately both my hands were clutching my genitals, so they absorbed most
of her impact.  But still my testicles stung in pain, on account of the
sheer force of her kick.  I bent forward even more, so as to provide more
protection to my vulnerable genitals.

   "You dumb Safed Haramzada !" she shouted.  "Kiss my feet and maybe they
will stop kicking you."

   I knew that my genitals could not take another such kick.  So I meekly
kissed one of her feet as a mark of subjugation.  Even though she was
standing, so that I could only kiss the upper surface, the smell was
strong. I dreaded to think what her much more strongly scented foot sole
would smell like.

   Angrily she stepped back and again kicked me in the groin.  I howled in
pain.

   "Is that how you kiss a Begum's feet ?" she scowled.  "Kiss them
properly," she ordered.

   With that I continued to kiss both of her feet until she told me to
stop.

   Then she walked back to a kursi and sat on it.  She ordered me to crawl
to her on the floor like a dog.

   I crawled along the floor towards her.  She then pointed at her feet.

   "Chuso my feet, you Haramzada !  And I mean chuso, not boso (kiss) like
you did earlier !"

   I did as she ordered, and took her large toe into my mouth.  The smell
was strong.  She told me to do that to all her toes, so that I was soon
dutifully sucking all her toes, one by one.  She also made me clean the
spaces between her thick black Shudra toes, as well as the spaces under her
talon-like toe-nails.

   "Now, you Safed Haramzada !  Chuso my soles," she said.

   With that she arched her rough foot, so that her sole stuck in my face.
Meekly I bent forward and started to suck her foot-sole.  It is then that
the full force of her foot fragrance hit my nose.  She made me press my
Zaban and then my lips very hard against her foot sole, so as to clean all
of it.

   I swear, having to suck the qadams (feet) of an intimidating muscular
Shudra Aurat is a humiliating task.

   After that she made me sit on my knees in front of her.  She pulled down
her lungi.

   There in front of me was her Dravidian genitory.  It was marvellous in
its own way.  The pubic hair on the large mound on her sweaty groin was
very thick and wiry.  And below that was her large and cavernous Shudrani
Fuddi (Shudra vagina).  Abnormally large, it appeared that I could perhaps
thrust in my whole hand into her orifice.  It was almost the opposite of
the delicate, feminine genitals of our Aryan women.

   "Dont just stare, Safed Haramzada!  Start your job and chuso it!" she
barked.

   As I moved my face closer to her genitory, I suddenly stopped mid-way.
The very strong and revolting smell of her Malabari Fuddi (Malabari vagina)
assaulted my nasal passages.  The smell was a tangy mixture of urine, sweat
and genital oils.  Perhaps because of its large size, her Malabari Fuddi
had a very strong natural musky odour.  This smell was multiplied because
it seemed like she had not washed down there for at least a few days.  The
strong genital smell was almost overpowering.

   "The smell too strong for you, Safedoo ?" she asked sarcastically.

   "No, Kali Begum!  I like the smell, it smells good!" I said, trying to
appear happy.

   "That is how a real Aurat smells.  In our country s real Aurats never
wash our Fuddis, leaving that task to our menfolk.  Now, my Showhar had to
leave on a military expedition to fight in your armies, so there was no
Admi to perform my clean-up duties.  So go there and then chuso it," she
barked.

   That explained why she smelled so strong down there.  Taking a breath, I
meekly bent forward and then started to lap at her steaming musky Shudrani
Fuddi.  Using my Zaban, I cleaned up all of her genitory.  After a while, I
became used to her strong smell.

   Then she pushed me back and made me stand up.  She turned me around, so
that my back was towards her, and she ordered me to take off my clothes.  I
hesitated, but she repeated her order and then I knew I had no choice. 
Quietly I took off my sherwani and then pulled my pyjamas off my legs.  I
was happy my back was towards her.

   As I stood in front of her, totally nangoo, she carefully studied me. 
She stood up and I could feel her press my buttocks.

   "Soft white Aryan buttocks you hab.  Not strong black buttocks like
Shudra man," she said as I felt her hands study my buttocks.

   Then I felt her hands touch my arms.

   "Weak thin fair arms.  Not thick strong black arms like Shudra man," she
said.  "No wonder our Dravidian Malabari men beat your Aryan Pehelvans in
wrestling ground."

   Then she encircled my wrist.

   "Weak Aryan bones.  Not thick strong bones like Shudra man," she said.
"No wonder our Dravidian Telinga men beat you as Piyadas (infantry men)."

   Then she ordered me to turn around.  I hesitated, for I was ashamed of
showing her my genitals.  But she repeated her orders, and I had to turn
around.

   She contemptuously looked at my shrivelled Aryan genitals.

   Touching my Lund, she scowled angrily.

   "Short white Aryan Lund.  Not big Kala Lund like Shudra man," she said.
"My six year old son has a bigger Lund than you !" she hissed.  Under the
impact of her insults, my Lund contracted even further.

   "You call that a Lund, Safedoo ?" she asked.  "That is not a Lund, that
is a third thumb !"

   "No wonder your Aryani Aurats are so divani (crazy) for our Dravida
men."

   Then she pushed me onto a divan and sat on my face.

   At night she dragged me to her bed and made me service her.  I had to
use my Zaban to bath her entire body.  Like this she spent the entire night
dominating me.

   The next morning she pulled me along to a toilet.

   "In our Malabar land we have a custom.  Once us Aurats are done with our
morning evacuation, our Admis have to come and clean our genitals with
their mouths.  It is considered unwomanly for an Aurat to demean herself by
cleaning her dirty parts.  So her Admi has to do it.  When he is not there
she has to use just a leaf.  This really makes an Admi submissive, as it
reminds him every day that he is merely his Begum's genital-cleaner. 
Today, you shall perform the task," she said.

   I was shocked at what she said.  Powerless to do anything, I waited as
she relieved herself inside.  Then she came out and I had lick up and down
her chedh (crack).

   Later, when my Nadiyya Banu came, Kali begum told her she had to
continue teaching me manners as I was very insolent.  In this manner Kali
Begum kept me as her Ghulam for a few more days, till I was accustomed to
her being my Malabari Dravidian Begum.

   On the third night she brought out a huge black dildo made of Malabari
rubber, which was modelled on the large black Lund of a Telinga warrior. 
She sodomized me with it every night after that.

   After about a fortnight, Nadiyya Begum came over.  She asked Kali Begum
to show her how well I was trained.

   "Show your Begum what you have learned," she said.

   "Oh Nadiyya Begum, it is my honour to be able to perform the Pa-Bos for
you," I said.  "May I perform the Pa-Bos ?"

   "Yes, you may," she said.

   With that I crawled down and reverently kissed her feet.

   Nadiyya Begum was impressed.

   "Nadiyya Begum, may I worship your lovely Popo ?" I asked, as I sat on
my knees.

   "Yes, you may," she replied, and turned around.

   I pressed my face against her large backside, pushing my lips against
her shalwar kameez.  I kissed her fabric-covered Popo.

   "There is much more," said Kali Begum.  With that she lifted up her sari
and urinated into a glass.  She handed it to me.

   "Thank you Kali Begum.  It is an honour to drink your Pishab (urine)," I
said.  With that I drank down the entire glass of her steamy Dravidian
decoction.  Nadiyya Begum smiled wildly.

   "I see you have trained him very well indeed," she said.  With that she
handed Kali Begum a bag of coins.

   The Shudrani took the bag of coins.  She smiled and handed Nadiyya Begum
the large Telinga rubber satar (dildo).

   "If he ever becomes too insolent, use this to discipline him," she said.
"He can take all of it now, for I have stretched him back there."

   "I will, and I think I will enjoy this myself," said Nadiyya Begum as
she stared wide-eyed at the large black rubber dildo.

   With that Kali Begum returned to the Shudra mohalla and I remained as
Nadiyya Begum's Ghulam.  Nadiyya Begum was very happy with my services.