Wife wants door open while having sex

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Title: The Open Door Policy

Characters:

• Myra: The high priestess of the ceremony.
  
• Sagar: The instrument of initiation.
  
• Lata: The sacrifice, whose body betrays her.
  
• Kishore: The silent witness to the end of a world.
  

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Scene 16

(The scene opens with Sagar poised at Lata's entrance. He looks to Myra for the final confirmation. She gives it to him with a regal, possessive smile.)

Myra: Yes, my husband, take her. Take your new property. Break your new toy. Make her completely and utterly ours.
(Sagar needs no more encouragement. With a single, powerful thrust, he pushes into Lata. Her body goes taught, and a sharp, pained gasp escapes her lips, but it is cut short.)

Sagar: (He stops, buried deep inside her, a look of surprise on his face.) That's... unexpected.

Myra: What is it, my love? Is she not as tight as you imagined?

Sagar: Oh, she is tight. Unbelievably so. But I was prepared for a struggle, perhaps even for blood. But... she is super wet.

(Myra laughs, a low, throaty sound of pure victory. She leans down, stroking Lata's cheek where a tear has traced a path.)

Myra: Of course she is. Her mind is a frightened little girl, but her body is a woman. Her body has been listening to us all night. Her body knows what it wants, even if she is too foolish to admit it. Her body was ready for you.

(Myra leans in closer, whispering directly into Lata's ear, her words a final, hypnotic command.)

Myra: You feel that, don't you, little bird? The fear is gone, and there is only fullness. Your body has accepted him. Now your mind must follow. Lata, my husband will give you pleasure now. Enjoy it. You are lucky.

Sagar: (a low growl) Let's see just how lucky she is.

(He begins to move within her, a slow, deep rhythm. Lata’s body, which had been rigid with fear, begins to soften, to melt around him. Against her will, a new sound escapes her lips – not a cry of pain, but a soft, confused moan.)

Myra: (smiling down at her) See? Lucky.

Sagar: (a low, triumphant chuckle) Did you hear that, Myra? That wasn't a sound of fear. That was something new. Our little bird is learning to sing in bed.

Myra: I told you her body knew what it wanted. Now her mind must learn to participate. Lying there like a starfish is not acceptable. Lata, you will be an active partner in your own pleasure.

Lata: (panting softly, her eyes dazed) What... what do you mean, Memsahib?

Myra: Put your arms around him. Don't just lie there. Touch your Sahib. Feel his muscles as he works to please you. Go on.

(Hesitantly, Lata lifts her arms and places her hands on Sagar’s sweaty, flexing back. He groans at her touch.)

Sagar: Yes... like that. Hold on to me.

Myra: Now your legs. A woman does not lie flat. She embraces her man. Wrap your legs around his waist. Pull him deeper inside you. Claim him as he is claiming you.

(With a newfound, shocking boldness, Lata does as she is told, wrapping her legs around Sagar’s hips. He gasps and pushes deeper inside her.)

Sagar: God, Myra... she's... she's fucking me back. She's a natural.

Myra: Of course she is. All women are. They just need the right teacher to unlock them. Now, Lata, the final step. You will speak to him. You will moan for him. Let him hear how good he feels inside you.

(As Sagar’s rhythm becomes faster, harder, Lata’s fear is completely washed away by waves of a new, overwhelming sensation. Her whimpers turn into open, breathless moans.)

Lata: Oh... Sahib... oh, Sahib... it feels... it feels...

Sagar: Tell me. Tell me how it feels.

Lata: So full... so good... please... more...

Myra: (her voice is a triumphant purr) There it is.

Sagar: I'm going to cum, Myra! I'm going to fill her up!

(He drives into her with a final, powerful series of thrusts. Lata cries out, her voice a high, sharp scream of an unmistakable orgasm, her body convulsing around him.)

Lata: SAGAR!

(He roars as he finds his own release deep inside her. For a long moment, the room is silent except for their ragged, gasping breaths. Then Myra speaks, her voice calm and final.)

Myra: The lesson is over. She is no longer just a servant. She is completely, and irrevocably, ours.