Wife wants door open while having sex

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Title: The Open Door Policy

Characters:

• Sagar: The King, stating his desire.
  
• Myra: The Queen, considering the proposal.
  
• Lata: The proposed sacrifice.
  
• Kishore: The heartbroken observer.
  

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Scene 12

(The scene opens with the heavy silence in the bedroom. Lata is lying motionless between Myra and Sagar, her hand still inside her Memsahib. Sagar’s hand is on her hip.)

Sagar: (his voice is a low, determined rumble against Lata's ear) What I meant, my love, was I want to make love to her.

(Lata’s body goes rigid. The finger inside Myra, which had been moving by rote, freezes completely. From the doorway, Kishore lets out a tiny, wounded sound, like a stepped-on animal.)

Myra: (She turns her head slightly to look at her husband over Lata’s shoulder. A slow, dangerous smile plays on her lips.) Make love to her? To our little bird? Here? In our bed?

Sagar: Yes. Right now. I want to feel how tight she is. I want you to watch me break her in.

Myra: (She removes her hand from Lata’s and gently strokes the girl’s hair. Lata flinches at the touch.) Did you hear that, Lata? Your Sahib wants to give you a great honor. He wants to make you his. Do you have any idea how many girls in this city would kill for such an opportunity?

Lata: (a choked, terrified sob) Memsahib... no... please... I am just a servant... please...

Myra: You were a servant. Now, you are an offering. And it is rude to refuse a gift from your master.

Sagar: Tell me I can have her, Myra. Give me your permission.

Myra: (She pauses for a long, torturous moment, looking down at the terrified girl between them.) She is my new toy, Sagar. I found her. I trained her. Her first pleasure was in my service.

Sagar: I know. I will not damage her. I will be… gentle.

Myra: (A low laugh escapes her.) Oh, I don't want you to be gentle. I want you to be thorough. You have my permission, on one condition.

Sagar: Anything.

Myra: You will do it exactly as I say. Every touch, every movement, will be under my direction. You are merely the instrument. I will be the one playing her.

Sagar: Agreed.

Myra: (She leans down and whispers into Lata’s ear, her voice both soothing and utterly terrifying.) It is decided, little bird. It is time for your final lesson. Now, turn over and face your Sahib. And do not dare to cry. You will look him in the eye and you will take what he gives you.