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“How do you know that?” she asked, turning slightly but not looking at me.


“They’ve talked to me about it. Asking if I knew anyone that did that. I usually just send them to the strip bar, but I know they come back alone and still horny as hell,” I told her. Figuring to break the seriousness of the conversation I joked, “ I just hope the motel has enough toilet paper to handle all the jerking off they must be doing.”





Anjali politely laughed at my comment and turned back to the TV. The news had come on and as normal there was a Cyclone Break report. I would love to buy the camera person a drink, because they caught every good looking guy wandering down the street or laid out at the beach.


“Yeah like guys like that can’t get laid,” she muttered.


Time to up the stakes a bit. “Oh, it’s true. I know it for a fact. You might think that it’s just the nerdy guys, but mostly they are good looking boys. Like I said, just not enough girls to go around. They were practically begging for the chance to find someone to screw. Even if they had to pay for it. None of them want to go home without some kind of story to brag about.”


“And they told you they would pay for it?”


“Well, actually, I started a list, out of curiosity. I had them write down what they wanted and how much they would pay.”


“Really?”





“Yeah. You know just something to pass the time. I told them to let me know what they wanted and I would see what I could find. Maybe not totally honest, but even though I wasn’t going to find someone, they were still going without.”


“So where’s this list?” Anjali wanted to know. She was now turned in her chair and looking right at me.


“I think it’s out in the car, or I might have left it there. Not sure.”


“Go see if you brought it home. I’m curious too.”


I tried to shrug indifferently and went out to my car. I knew where the list was without looking but I took my time to make her wait a bit. I still had no idea where her mind was on the whole subject. As I said earlier, we had playfully tossed the idea out before, but never went anywhere with it. I took the sheet of paper and folded it so the photo on the other side wouldn’t show through and headed into the house. I sat on the couch and Anjali moved over next to me to read the list in my hands. It was an impressive list to say the least.


“Let’s see what these horny boys are offering,” she smiled.



The list itself was highlighted by several requests for blowjobs, ranging in offerings from 500 to 1500. Fucking was listed from 2000 to 4000 dollars. One young man wanted to ass fuck for 5000. The three that seemed to get most of Anjali’s attention were the ones that wanted to do a whore with another person.


One guy said that for him and his roommate together they would pay 10000. Another was for all six guys in a room for two hours for 30000. The last was for six guys that wanted three hours and were willing to pay 50000.


Anjali eyed the list, with several ‘Oh My Gods’.


“Yeah but if you brought them Bertha Fat Ass, they would tell you to go to hell, I’m sure.”


“I’m sure they would. I showed them a picture I got from the computer and these are the prices they offered,” I told my wife, not mentioning the picture was of her. I also wondered if I had one of her nude if the prices wouldn’t go up.





“Well looking at these prices you must have found a picture of a good looking pretend whore.”


“Oh yes. She is quite beautiful. In fact, it was almost sad when they would find me and ask if I was able to make it happen and I had to tell them no. A few of them really were hoping to see her tits. She has nice ones,” I smiled, “in the photo.”


“What else did she look like? I'm curious to know what she looked like to get these kinds of offers. You got the picture?”


“Yes.”


“Can I see it?”


“Maybe,” I answered.


“Maybe?”


“Well you have to understand it was research. I was just kind of fooling around.” I was nervous as hell. I never thought about it through this far, but Anjali could really get mad at me for showing her picture to these guys. I decided to go for broke and unfold the paper.


“It’s on the other side of the list.”


It felt like Anjali stared at the photo for hours. Then she turned the paper over and looked at the list again. Then back to the photo. My stomach was in knots. The excitement I had started to feel was gone and fear that I fucked up crept up as the silence grew.



“So let me see if I have this straight. These guys ask if you know a whore. You say maybe and then show them my picture. Then they write down what they want to do with me and for how much. Is that about it?”


“Yeah. I guess. Pretty much,” I answered. I knew every detail of the shoes I was wearing because that was the only thing I could look at for the moment.


“And they were upset because they wanted to see my tits?”


“Yeah, they really liked the way you looked.”

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“So what did you tell them was the reason I wouldn’t be there?”


“I told them I couldn’t get you on your cell phone and you must be already busy.”


“So if one of these guys sees me in the store today, he’ll think I’m out sucking and fucking for money.”


“Oh, jeez, Anjali. I never thought of that. I’m so sorry. I was just trying to have fun, that’s all.”


“So you think it would be fun to whore your wife out to a bunch of college guys?”





I couldn’t answer her. Anjali stood up, walked out to her car, and took off. I had no idea where she went. For all I knew she went to find a divorce lawyer. I went upstairs and got cleaned up and got ready to go to my normal job.


It was a couple of hours later that Anjali came home, carrying a large bag. She didn’t say a word and went straight to her bedroom. I assumed she was mad at me so I left her alone. Several minutes later I hear a knock on the door to the bedroom where I keep my clothes.


“Come in.”


Anjali opened the door and stood there. I turned to look and could feel my mouth open in surprise. My fairly conservative wife was standing before me wearing a very tight, bright red tank top. Her hips and just barely her ass were covered by an equally tight black leather mini skirt. In fact, it was so short I could see the tops of her stockings and the red lacy straps from what must have been a garter belt. On each foot was a black leather boot ending just below the knee, each sporting a high spiked heel.


“So you think they would like this? Do you like your wife in her new whore outfit?”


“Yeah. You look fucking great.”





I then notice her face. Her makeup is overdone, with accents to her eyeshadow and blood red lipstick. I notice her fingernails are covered in high gloss red too.


“You like my new lipstick. I figured I had better get some that promises to be smearproof. If it does, maybe we could sue them. Wouldn’t that be fun telling a court full of people that I was whoring and their lipstick smeared while I was sucking college cock?”


“You might have to demonstrate how that happened,” I offered, feeling my arousal returning.


“Maybe you should take some pictures of me this way, so they can see what I looked like before I started sucking and fucking for money. Then if you’re lucky, you can get some after shots. Or maybe even some during. They would have a good idea what went wrong then.”


“Yeah,” is all I can manage to say.


“Actually, I was thinking you could take some of me like this, and see if my prices go up any tonight. Maybe give them a bit more to help them decide,” she tells me with a husky voice.


I grab my digital camera and lead her back to her bedroom.


“Get on the bed. Lay on your side facing me and put your head on your hand.”


Anjali does as I ask and I snap several pictures from different angles.


“Now on your knees, facing away.”


Click.


“Lift the skirt.”


Click, click.


“Stand up and pull the tank top down.”


Click, click, click.


“Back on the bed. On your back. Legs spread. Knees up.”


Click, click, click, click.


“Okay that should be enough for now. I’ll get these downloaded into the computer and printed out,” I tell my sexy wife.


“You know I was thinking. I really would hate to have my lipstick smear and look like an amateur whore. Maybe we should test it just to make sure. And if you want, you could take a few action shots to show the boys too,” Anjali says moving off the bed.





She drops to her knees in front of me and tilts her head to look me in the eye. Her hands work on my pants as I snap a picture of her upturned face. After dropping my pants and underwear around my ankles, she grabs my cock and pumps it a few times before kissing the head. I was already half erect from taking the hot pictures and now sport a full raging hard on.


“Put just your lips over the tip, but not over the whole crown. Look up at me.”


Click.


“Now let it slide in. Look up.”


Click.


“More.”


Click.





This continues until her nose is resting in my pubic hair and I can feel her chin touching my balls.


“Now let’s see if you can smear that lipstick,” I tell her before placing the camera strap around my neck and holding the sides of her head in my hands.


I glide my cock between her wet shiny red lips repeatedly. Anjali’s cheeks hollow out as she tries to suck the cum out of my balls. Her hand assists and she begins to jerk me off in her mouth while she licks and tongues just the head.


Click.


Her other hand reaches down and finds my balls. Once cum filled and hanging low, they are now shrunk up tight with my impending explosion of cum. I start to hump Anjali’s mouth holding one hand on her head.


“Hold your mouth open and jerk me off in your mouth and on your face.”





I watch through the viewfinder snapping pictures with one hand and hold Anjali’s face close with the other. She sticks her tongue out lapping at the underside of my cock head. When her eyes look up at me, I hold out no longer.


Click, click, click, click, click.


I release her head and continue to take pictures as she licks me clean and then using her fingers wipes the cum off her face, licking each fingerfull off with her lips. I zoom in and get a wonderful close up of my cum staining her shiny red lips.

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Anjali stands and leans close to whisper in my ear, her tits still exposed from her pulled down tank top pressing into me.


“Let me know what time to get there.”


I do the best I can to get through my normal eight hours at work. I didn’t have much of a chance to discuss everything with Anjali, but she did tell me to tell her what time to show up at my part time job. I also had a complete set of all the photos I had taken that afternoon.





It’s a wonder I didn’t get a speeding ticket that night. I got to work in record time. Things were pretty much normal and even at ten o’clock it was still early. I called Anjali and told her to come on down. I also told her to wear a long coat over her outfit so she didn’t cause too much notice to herself. Then I went to find the night manager. As it turned out, a couple of guys had been kicked out before I got on so there was a room available. I explained that I just wanted to use it as a place to get away from the ruckus and sit down for a few minutes. He handed me the key and I felt my heart race at how well it was all coming together.


I saw Anjali pull up and I directed her to park her car near the room. I gave her the key and told her she might need to straighten it up a bit, as it hadn’t been serviced yet.


“Any potential clients,” she asked, getting out of the car.


“No, not yet. But it’s still fairly early for a Friday night,” I told her.


I notice her take a cooler and a large bag into the room with her. At least she knew to bring some things with her to kill the time.





About an hour later I had my first inquiry. It was a young man I had talked to the night before.


“Hey man, what’s going on tonight? Have you got lucky yet?” I asked.


The young man was a bit shorter than I was, maybe five eight. He was stocky, but not fat. Like he worked out a bit. He had been drinking but seemed to have his wits about him still.


“No these bitches are fucked up. Most of the ones here are from my own college. I couldn’t get them there so not much chance of getting here. Too bad you couldn’t hook us up with that hooker you know.”


“Well you may be in luck. I talked to her a bit ago and she said she might be able to come out and play tonight. She also gave me some more photos to show whoever might be interested.”


I handed the young man the photos and watched his face as he went through the first set of shots. He actually flushed a bit when he got to the ones showing my whore sucking me off.


“Fuck man. She is fucking hot. God I would give anything to be that dude.”


“How much is anything? I can give her a call and see if she’s interested.”


“Fuck I’d give 1500 for a blow job that fucking hot.”


“Stay here for a second. Turn around and face away from the street, okay. I’ll be right back.”


The young man turned around as I walked off. I punched my wife’s cell phone number.


“Anjali’s One Girl Whorehouse. This is Anjali, can I help you?” she answered.


“Cute, you little fucking whore.”


“Oh, so you’ve been serviced here before.”


“As a matter of fact I have. But now I have a young man that is inquiring about your services. He said he would give 1500 to get a blowjob like the one in the pictures. You should be able to see him standing looking at the building if you look out your window.”


“Hang on, Sir.”


“Oh dear. That poor young man. You should send him right over. I know I can help him just fine. Would you be a dear and collect for me. I would hate to spoil his mood.”


“Right away, whore,” I replied with a laugh before ending the call.


Back to the young man, “You’re in luck. You see that blue truck over there?”


“Yeah.”


“Go stand next to it. Put your money in the hole on the side of the bed. Then head over to room 112. She’s waiting for you now.”


Not another word was spoken. The young man went to the truck and put the money in and then practically ran to room 112. I went over and picked up the money, two twenties and a ten. I slipped them in my shirt pocket, deciding that I would frame it for Anjali as a reminder of her first job as a whore.


It wasn’t until then that I thought about my sweet loving wife, with her whore red lips strained around a younger man’s cock. My moment of jealousy changed to excitement and pride. I knew she was. What I didn’t know was I wanted others to know that.


It took longer than I expected, maybe twenty minutes. I assumed Anjali was enjoying herself. That and it didn’t hurt to have the young man spread the word about how good she was at giving head. But of course there could have been more and I wouldn’t have known.


My phone rang shortly after he left.


“Did you get his money?”


“Yes, like you told me too.”


“Good. Then I am a real whore now. For 1500 that young man shot his load down my throat. He held my head on him so I had to swallow it all. I can still taste his cum in my mouth even now. It was so hot and tasty. But be a darling now and find someone who wants to fuck me now.”





Anjali disconnected before I could say anything, not that I could think of anything to say. Word spread quickly, as it wasn’t long before another young man came up to me. He told me he wanted to get laid, but he only had 1000. I took his money anyway and sent him straight to my whore’s room. I didn’t bother calling her this time.


In about fifteen minutes, he too came out. Grinning from ear to ear. He surprised me by walking back up to me.





“If I go to the ATM and get some more money, can I go again later?”


“Sure if you want, but it’ll have to be more than 1000 this time.”


“That’s cool. Hey did you know that bitch is fucking married. I was pounding her hard from behind and she said she bet her husband would love to see my big dick fucking her hot cunt.”


It went that way for several more hours. A college guy would approach wanting to get sucked or fucked, I’d take his money and send him in. Anjali didn’t call me after the first one and I didn’t call her until later.





It was about three AM and things were winding down. Usually when it started to get quiet, I would head home. Anjali was in the middle (literally, I found out later) of taking care of two friends, so I made my last walk around the property. Another of the young men I had talked to the night before approached me.


“I hear your friend is in the area. Any chance she might want to party with us?”


“Depends on what you have in mind.”


“All six of us in our room. She stays till we can’t do it anymore.”

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“How much are you willing to spend?”


“I’ve been talking to some of the other guys. I hear she is the best cocksucker. I also hear she is kinky as shit, licking guy’s asses, letting them spank her and titty fuck her, whatever they want. If she lets us have our way with her, 25000. I don’t figure we can last much more than a couple of hours anyway, but it’ll be fun trying.”


“I’ll make a deal for you. I’m about to get off here. You let me come party with y’all and we’ll call it 20000, I’ll throw the other bill in myself.”


“Sure that’s cool. We got beer in the room too. We’re in 349. Just bring her with you when you are ready.”


“See you in a few then.”


As soon as the two guys left the room, I went in.


“Just have a seat baby and get comfortable. I’ll be right there,” she called out.


The room smelled of sex. The bed was a complete mess with cum stains all over the sheets. A few empty beer cans were lying around and it looked like my whore wife had been having a hell of a party. And it looked like everyone cummed.










She walked out of the bathroom with just her garter belt and stockings on. She smiled when she saw me.


“Checking up on your bitch?”


‘Yeah, baby. How are you holding out?”


“I haven’t had this much fun in years. I didn’t know I could cum so much.”


“Think you can handle a little more?”


“I guess I have to if you want me to.”


“Good. Get dressed. We got a party to go to.”


“They aren’t coming here?”


“No. I made a deal with six guys in their room. You have to take care of them until they can’t go anymore. And I get to be there too.”


“Oh. Okay baby. But can you do something for me?”


“What’s that?”


“Can you get the video camera out of the closet and put a fresh tape in and bring it with us? I have a feeling my husband would like to see what kind of a slut whore he’s married too.”





We walk the short distance to the room. Just before I knock, Anjali tells me to wait. She pulls her tank top down and pinches her nipples to get them hard. Then she pulls the top back up looking down to see if she achieved the desired effect. Unsatisfied, she pulls the top off and then knocks on the door herself. As soon as the door opens, my whore wife pops in the room full of enthusiasm.


“So does anyone here wanna fuck?” she asks all of them.





Their response is equally enthusiastic, “Yeah!”


Anjali wastes no time and climbs in the middle of one of the two beds, then takes charge.


“Two guys. Naked. One on each side of her. Lay on your back.”


The race was on to see who could strip first and get on the bed. Once in position, Anjali started earning her keep. She stroked both boys at the same time. Then she lowered her mouth to one while still fondling the other one. Then she would switch. This lasted for maybe five minutes with me catching every moment on videotape.





I watch as Anjali stops and reaches under her skirt. She looks at the guy on her left and acts as if she is about to flip a coin.


“Heads or tails,” she asks him.


“Heads.”


Anjali moves a bit and wiggles her skirted ass at the other boy. “Guess that means you get tails then. Just remember pussy only. My ass is the only exit. I don’t even let my husband do that. Although I bet he would do anything to try it.”

[Krishan202]

If I had been so inclined to admit to being Anjali’s husband, I could have attested to that fact. I had been trying for years to get her to let me ass fuck her. She was also right that I would do just about anything for the opportunity to slip my hard dick up her tight hole.



Back on the bed, things went pretty smoothly. Anjali gobbled and sucked the cock in her mouth while the guy behind her held her hips and pounded her pussy for all it was worth. Several times I could hear moans and sounds trying to escape Anjali’s cocksucking lips, but I wasn’t sure if they were good sounds or bad ones. Not that it much mattered.

After the first round, Anjali had sucked off two cocks and was filled by the other four. One young man couldn’t get off in her mouth, a leftover reaction he said from a girlfriend who he said would not let him cum in her mouth, but loved to suck his cock. Didn’t matter since it took him all of ten seconds to unload in Anjali’s well fucked cunt.





I shut the camera off as everyone took a break. Beers were opened and drained, cigarettes were smoked, and the recycled beer was pissed away.


I was sitting in a chair sipping on a beer waiting for the action to start back up. I somehow had gotten used to the perpetual hard on I was sporting. Anjali apparently noticed it too and decided to fuck with me.


“What about you? Don’t you want to get off too?”


“These guys paid more than my share. I’ll wait till they get done,” I told her.


“Pull it out. I want to see it.”


I unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out into the open.


“That’s a nice one there. Tell you what, I’ll make you a special deal, because I am having so much fun with you guys tonight,” she tells me, “What would you give to ass fuck me right now?”


“How about a 7000?”


“No money is too easy. I was thinking of you showing me how much you would like to have my ass. What's to say you lick my creamy pussy for ten minutes, then you can have my ass.”





It was an odd proposition to say the least. While I had fantasized about fucking my wife’s pussy full of other men’s cum, I had never thought about eating her cream pie out. But to get her ass.


“ok.”


“Come lay on the bed.”

I took my clothes off and laid down on the center of the bed. Anjali wasted no time in placing her gaping cunt hole over my mouth. Globs of cum immediately started leaking from her and dripping on my face. It was a strange sensation but very erotic at the same time. It didn’t hurt that I was at eye level at my true intended target.





I licked and sucked her creamy pussy and jumped a bit when I felt Anjali’s mouth lower to my cock. I had to pull her off me twice to keep from blowing my load in her mouth. After ten minutes, the guys started hollering. Anjali rolled off of me and assumed her position on the bed. Ass high in the air and face flat on the mattress.

[Krishan202]

I move in behind her and slip my dick into her now clean pussy to get it wet. Anjali reaches her hands back and spreads her cheeks to allow me access to her asshole. I take aim and begin a slow and gentle push. I don’t want to hurt her and try to take it easy. Anjali keeps clenching her ass muscles making it impossible for me to get in. I push a little harder and she jumps as she begins to yell.



“God damn that fucking hurts. No, we aren’t gonna do that now. You can use my mouth or pussy, but no ass.”


“A deal’s a deal. Hold her down boys.”


The guys grab hold of Anjali’s arms and legs. She is trying to kick and scream but only the screaming works. We place her stomach on a stack of pillows to keep her ass up. I tell one of the guys to find something to shut the whore up and he shoves a pair of dirty underwear in her mouth before pushing her head back to the bed and holding it there.


I move back behind my whore wife’s ass. I work up a big glob of spit and let it dribble into the crack of her ass. With my left hand, I work a slick finger into her. She is sobbing and she is still trying to thrash around. My right hand quickly finds a bare ass cheek.





“Stop it whore. You made the deal now live with it. Once I get it in it won’t be so bad.”


I slap her again and shove two fingers up her virgin ass. I spit again and wet my cockhead. I slide it up and down the crack of her ass and start to push in. I feel her tense and I slap her ass again. The shock must have caused her to lose her attention, because her sphincter relaxed and I went. She went still for a moment and I just held my position. I slapped her ass again which caused her to shove back on my cock a bit.


With each slap the whore took more of my cock until I was buried balls deep. I made a motion and had the guy holding her head pull the gag out. I expected her to yell. What I didn’t expect was what she yelled.


“Oh yeah baby, tear up my ass. Fuck me hard and fast. Somebody pinch my nipples and rub my clit. Fuck my ass, God damnit.”





My hands gripped her hips as I started fucking her tight hole. Hands were placed under her and her tits and pussy were being rubbed. The guys never let her go so she was at our total mercy. I motioned for the one guy to put his cock in her mouth. When he did, her head started bouncing up and down faster than I had ever seen before. She was literally fucking the guys cock with her mouth.


I was getting close to cumming and wanted to make the most out of my opportunity. I begin slapping her ass in time with my strokes.


“Pinch her nipples and clit, guys.”



Anjali pulls her mouth off the cock for a moment to speak. “Oh fuck yes. I’m gonna fucking cum. Son of a bitch it feels good having my ass fucked. Spank my nasty whore ass. Make me cum, please, make me cum.”


Anjali put her mouth back on the cock she was working on. I could hold out no longer. I pelted both of her ass cheeks as I rammed in deep and hard. I finally grabbed hold of her ass and pulled her tight to me. As my cum jetted out and filled her ass for the first time, I could hear her scream even with her mouth full of cock. I could also feel her pussy muscles convulsing in orgasm.



“Here’s a load for your mouth too, whore,” the young man fucking her mouth told my wife.


Anjali screamed again, and again I could feel her muscles twitching.





It was several hours before we got back home. We showered and climbed into bed. Anjali snuggled up next to me, her hand straying into my shorts and feeling my cock begin to stir.

[Krishan202]

“Honey, I have a confession. I didn’t go out with my girlfriends last night. I went out whoring. And one of the guys took my anal cherry. I’m sorry you didn’t get it, but I would be happy to let you ass fuck me now to make it up to you. In fact, you can ass fuck your whore anytime you want.”









THE-END

[Krishan202]

"So, you two are spending the night?" Anushka looked over the dining table at Karun and Hansika.



"Yeah ... we'll go to temple with you tomorrow ... so ..." Karun talked while chewing some steak.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, sweetie." Anushka took a sip of wine. "It's not polite."

"Sorry." Karun took a minute to swallow the food in his mouth and then looked at his eighteen-year-old, little brother. "So, has freakazoid here been to the doctor about his mutated dangler?"

"Goodness." Anushka placed her wineglass on the table with a hard thud. The red liquid sloshed inside it. She gave her eldest an icy look.

"Shut up, Karun." Shriya also gave her big brother a fierce stare. "You're such a bully."

Karun's wife, Hansika, gazed over at Krishan with a quizzical look on her face. Her brother-in-law was scrawny in all the places Karun filled out. Krishan had none of the muscles, or the height, that Karun had. But the teenager was also quite large where Karun was not. How odd. Life was full of strange juxtapositions. Krishan caught her staring, and Hansika blushed and turned her eyes to her plate. She brushed her blonde hair behind her shoulder and raised her fork, taking a dainty bite of Brussels sprout.

"I'm afraid Shriya's right." Ganesh wanted to intervene before the siblings went at each other's throats. "You should apologize to everyone at this table."

"Sorry." Karun smiled. He didn't look very sorry. "So, doctor or not?"

"We can't afford the doctor right now, and he's doing fine." Anushka thought about how Krishan had taken her in the basement just hours ago. Her youngest son was certainly healthy. If anything, his parts worked too well.



"So, has it shrunk back down to normal size?" Karun leaned toward Krishan. "Or do you still got Frankenstein's package down there?"

Anushka took a deep breath. Ganesh and Shriya glared at Karun. Hansika looked down at her plate.

"Frankenstein was the doctor, not the monster." Krishan met Karun's gaze. "I never thought I'd see you jealous, Karun."

"Jealous of a freak?" Karun let out a harsh, false laugh.

"That's enough, Karun." Ganesh really wanted to change the subject. How had his family devolved into insulting each other's bodies? "Let's talk about something else."

"I'm not a freak." Krishan was sick and tired of his brother's shit. "There's lots of guys with these issues. Mom even helped me find some new underwear that fit."

"You need help with your underwear?" Karun sneered. "What did she measure it for you, too?"

"No," Krishan whispered.

"It's no big deal." Anushka looked at her husband. "I've always bought underwear for the children."

"Yeah." Ganesh had known about the new underwear, but didn't like the suggestion that Anushka had measured Krishan. Ganesh wished he didn't care. All bodies were God's work, after all. But try as he might, he wasn't comfortable with Krishan's size. It felt ... dangerous somehow. "Of course she helped Krishan with an uncomfortable situation. The teenage years are awkward. I remember. I'm sure you remember, Karun. You're all lucky you have a mother willing to help you with anything."

This last statement caught Anushka mid-sip, and she coughed up her wine, spraying it on the table cloth.

Ganesh patted her back. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just got something down ... the wrong pipe." Anushka's face was very red. "Let's talk about something else."

"Of course, dear." Nothing would make Ganesh happier. The less he thought about that situation the better. "You've upset your mother, Karun. We'll hear no more about this."

"Sure, Dad." Karun nodded and eyed his little brother. "Sorry." He smiled his wolfish smile.

~~

The labyrinth was a cold, dark place with slate-gray walls. Anushka raced down one corridor after the next, stopping at dead ends and taking random turns. Her naked form shook with each stride. Her unsupported boobs ached as they bounced, forcing her to run with her arms pressed firmly on her bosom. Cold sweat dripped down her neck and spine.



Something followed her. With each false turn and dead end, she felt the thing draw closer. The chase felt like an unwinding ball of thread. She rapidly approached the vanishing center.

A hand shook her shoulder. "Anushka. Wake up Anushka," a voice whispered in her ear.

"Krish?" Anushka's eyes shot open. She was in bed with her husband snoring next to her. Soft starlight filtered in from their bedroom window casting deep shadows throughout the room. Anushka sucked in her breath. A woman stood over her, with her cold hand resting on Anushka's naked shoulder.

"No. Not Krish. It's me." Nayanthara gave the wife a reassuring smile. "You were having night terrors and I couldn't bear to watch you suffer through it."

"I thought the Samatars sent you away," Anushka whispered. She pulled her blanket up to her chin.

"They tried their best, dearie. Don't fault them for their failures." Nayanthara removed her hand from Anushka's shoulder and stood up straight. "Come with me, it's quite urgent." She turned and walked out of the bedroom.



"Wait. Wait." Anushka whispered after the apparition. But Nayanthara disappeared down the hall. "Darn it." Anushka slipped out of bed and threw on one of her husband's oversized flannel shirts. It hung open, exposing the valley between her newly enlarged breasts, but she didn't feel like she had time to button it. Anushka raced out of the room and saw Nayanthara walking by the stairway railing to her right. Anushka followed, holding her breasts as she had in her dream to keep them from bouncing about. Goosebumps covered her bare legs. The only thing she wore on her lower half was her panties. "Nayan?" Anushka called after the woman. "What happened to me? How do I fix it? You need to put things back to normal."

"That is what I've come to show you." Nayanthara looked over her shoulder. The long, dark Victorian dress disappeared into shadow as it trailed behind her. "Bond what was broken. Mend the stitches and return to form."

"What?" Anushka hustled after Nayanthara. "You're going to fix this? Fix these?" She emphasized the word these by squeezing her heavy boobs. Anushka had almost caught up to the woman. She passed by her son's closed bedroom door. She reached out to grab Nayanthara, but the woman vanished. Anushka heard the toilet flush in the bathroom to her left. Anushka stood in the hall dumbfounded.



The bathroom door opened with a flood of light and there stood Krishan humming the song. He didn't notice his mom in the hall as he wiped his hands on a towel and flipped off the light, dropping them into darkness again. He stepped into the hall without really looking where he was going and bonked into his half-naked mother. "Mom?" Their bodies pressed up against one another. Blood rushed to his dick.

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"Krish ... I was just ..." Anushka stumbled when her son bumped into her. She held his shoulders for support. Nayanthara's promise to return them to normalcy fell to the back of Anushka's mind as she now had Krishan's warm, lithe body next to her. She turned to face him and looked down into his earnest blue eyes. She could barely see him in the gloomy hall. "I thought I saw -" But Krishan cut her off by planting a soft kiss on her lips. Within seconds, she was making out with her son. A moment ago, she had been on the verge of getting that apparition to reverse this, but now she couldn't pull her tongue out of Krishan's mouth. Her arms encircled his shoulders and she felt his hands slide onto her butt. There was so much desire in the way he grabbed her and pulled her hips toward him. Even though he'd already spurted all over her back earlier that day, he was so hard. Anushka lost herself in their kiss.



~~

The memory of a tall man in a top hat menaced Hansika as she woke from a deep sleep. Her eyes opened with a start. She put her hand on her husband's strong chest and felt him sleeping soundly. Her heartbeat slowed. Then, without a thought, she was out of bed and up on her feet. She tugged at the hem of the oversized t-shirt she slept in and wandered toward the bedroom door.



There was something. Something out in the hall. Hansika had to look and see. She struggled with the doorknob, vision still blurred from sleep. She got the door open and stepped into the hall. Ganesh and Anushka's bedroom door stood open, which was odd. Then she heard something down at the other end of the hall. Hansika rubbed her eyes, but couldn't quite make out what she was seeing in the gloom. Two people seemed to stand in the shadows very close together. What were they doing?

This house had creeped Hansika out from the start. But as her vision cleared, creepy turned to something more daunting. A pit formed in her stomach. That couldn't be her mother-in-law down at the other end of the hall? Hansika squinted at the figures and decided it was. There stood Anushka pressed up against a shorter man. They embraced. Oh, my God. As her eyes took in more of the spectacle, she realized she was seeing Krishan and Anushka kissing like a couple of lovebirds.



"Stop, that's ... that's ... just stop," Hansika tried to shout at them, but her words came out a garbled, scratchy whisper. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this kind of shock. How could she?

The lovers at the end of the hall seemed to float further away. Hansika took an unsteady step. She needed to put an end to this. But everything turned darker. She realized she was going to faint.

Out of the darkness, a naked, woman strode toward Hansika. The woman's  hair flowed down around her shoulders and she cradled her pale, bulging belly. "The bond, the pact, the contract made," the woman said. "We paid and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your approbation, good Hansika."



"What? No," Hansika croaked. The whole world slipped. She took one more step and toppled over onto the cold hardwood. In the bedrooms on either side of her, Ganesh and Karun slept soundly. Sprawled in the hall, Hansika found a cold, dreamless sleep, too.

~~

Neither Krishan nor Anushka noticed Hansika at the other end of the hall. They were too caught up with each other. Even as the young woman fell to the floor, they didn't hear or see her.

"Mmmmmpphhh." Anushka broke the kiss with her son. "We have to stop." She looked down to see the flannel shirt had fallen open and her breasts were now exposed.

"A little more, Mom. Please?" Krishan bent a little, leaned forward, and took her warm nipple into his mouth. He rolled it around with his tongue.

"Oooooohhhhhhhhh." Anushka cradled his head with her left hand, pushing him up against her boob. "Okay, sweetie. Just a little more."



Krishan pulled off her shirt and moved his hands to her hips. He maneuvered her backwards down the hall and then into his bedroom. All the while, sucking her breast. He closed his door with his foot and pushed her back to his bed. When they arrived, Anushka fell backwards onto the sheets.

"We can't keep doing this, Krishan." Anushka leaned up on her elbows and watched Krishan pull off his tight boxers. Seeing that long, fat penis with all its bulging veins and its discolored head made Anushka wonder how she wasn't frightened of the thing. She should have been frightened. But instead, all she felt was awe and longing.

"I know we can't keep doing this, Mom." Krishan felt in control as he looked down at her curving body. Her tits hung out to the sides perfectly. Her hips arched out with extraordinary grace from her waist. He could just see the top of her brown bush as she pressed her legs together. "But we should enjoy this thing we have for at least a little while longer. there is nothing better for a man than to eat and drink and tell himself that his labor is good. Right?" Krishan spread her legs and dropped to his knees on the floor next to his bed. He pulled her panties aside and gazed with reverence at the protruding pussy lips.

"What does Ecclesiastes have to do with ... oh ... oh ... oooohhhhhhhh." Anushka threw her head back on the mattress as her son's tongue explored her vagina. "Oh, gosh, Krish. You're ... eating and drinking meeeeeeee." An orgasm rapidly approached. How had she lived her whole life without asking anyone to go down on her? How would she live the rest of her life once her family went back to normal? Would Ganesh do this for her? "You're going to ... make me ... explode." Anushka's whole body trembled and she gripped the sheets tightly with fists on either side of her hips. If his tongue felt this good inside her and on her lips, what would it be like if and when he found her clit? Anushka couldn't fathom it. "Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh." Her eyes lost focus and she came on Krishan's tongue, her hips bucking on the mattress.



Hearing his mom squeal out her orgasm, Krishan lifted his head and wiped off his mouth. He roughly maneuvered the quivering Anushka into the middle of the bed, got between her legs, and lined up his cock. Some part of his mind called out to him to quit this while he still could. But those thoughts were drowned out by the pulsing, howling animal id that urged him on. Watching her slick entrance, he slipped the head of his dick inside her and smiled at how it so easily distorted her pussy.

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"Krish, are we ...?" Anushka came down from her orgasm to find herself pinned by Krishan's monster. He was going to mate her again, and there was nothing she could do about it. The penis sunk into her, and she found that there was nothing she wanted to do about it. He filled her up so perfectly. As his balls came to rest on her butt, she felt the tip of his thing nudging at her very soul. "If we keep doing ... it ... we'll never be able ... to stop." Anushka grunted and felt that magical tool slide in and out of her. "How does this keep ... happening?"



"I don't know, Mom." Krishan looked down into her soft, brown eyes with pure adoration as he pumped her pussy. "But I love you." He knew in that moment that whatever Nayanthara gave him, or any other women that came into his life in the years ahead, nothing could replicate the pure rapture of bonding with his mother.

"I love you ... so much ... Krish. I would do ... anything ... mmmmppphhhh." Her words were lost as his handsome face descended and he kissed her again. Their bellies slapped together, his trim and flat, hers more supple and curved. Ganesh had never kissed her with such passion or longing. Oh, no, poor Ganesh. The thought of her husband was almost enough to break the spell. But then Krishan rolled his tongue around hers and shoved her organs around with his tool, and she lost herself in rapture again.

Krishan broke their kiss and lifted himself up so he could look down on Anushka again. He placed his hands behind her knees and held her legs open. He could see Anushka's belly bulging with each stroke. It was mesmerizing. "Look, Mom. Look what I'm doing to you."

"What?" Anushka looked up at him and saw where he was looking. She lifted her head and looked past her wobbling breasts down to her tummy. "Oh, gosh ... Oh, gosh. How can that ... be?" She could see his thing protruding underneath her flesh as he bottomed out each time. The sight of her deforming belly sent her over the edge. She lost herself in another orgasm.

More than twenty minutes, and several orgasms later, Anushka sensed that Krishan was close. "Not ... uh ... uh ... inside." Anushka opened her eyes and looked up as Krishan still held her legs, sweat dripping off his nose and landing on her chest. She scarcely recognized his cute, sweet face as it twisted with purpose and desire. "Not ... inside ... please."



"Okay." Krishan pulled out of her and fapped his dick for all he was worth. He looked down at Anushka, her hair damp with sweat, her mouth hanging open with something akin to reverence, her breasts heaving with each breath. "You're ... so ... perfect ... aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh." Cum blasted out of him and sailed through the air. It splashed down on her boobs, stomach, face, and hair.

Anushka closed her eyes and accepted his seed all over her. There was so much of it. She felt spurt after spurt land and she listened as Krishan's groans died down. Eventually, he finished and she wiped the sperm out of her eyes. "You are some sort of miracle, Krishan." She opened her eyes and was happy to see the look of complete satisfaction on his face.

"I'm so lucky, to have you." Krishan slumped forward. He didn't care if she was covered in his cum. He wanted to lay his head on her breast, have her arms surround him, and drift off to sleep.

"No you don't, mister." Anushka held up a hand and caught his chest, stopping him from lying down. "If we fall asleep in here ..." She looked down at herself. "... covered in your stuff ..." She sat up and moved to the side of the bed. "... someone is going to catch us." She stood and held her hand out to him. "We're lucky this is such a large house and the family members are heavy sleepers. It's shower time, pumpkin. Let's get cleaned off."



"Sure, Mom." Krishan took her hand and let her lead him across the hall into the bathroom.

Of course, Anushka shouldn't have been surprised by what happened next. Once the shower was going, and they were rubbing each other's bodies with soap, things got out of hand. Anushka found herself on her knees lovingly sucking Krishan's thing. The young man could just keep going and going. After a while, he unloaded in her mouth. She devoured all his salty seed.

They finished cleaning and each went back to their own bed. Anushka curled up on her side next to her warm husband, her vagina stretched and her belly full of semen. How had it come to this? How was she going to rein them in? She drifted off to sleep thinking about her crazy day. Her son had taken her twice and she had loved every second of it.



~~

Ganesh sat on a horse, the saddle creaking under him as he adjusted his weight. He'd never ridden a horse before, so it was odd to sit on one. Before him a wide dirt road wended off through the prairie. His horse shuffled its feet with anxiety as it waited.

Behind him, the sound of hooves appeared and gradually grew louder. Ganesh turned his head to see a man in a top hat riding a midnight black horse up the long road. The man pulled the reins and stopped next to Ganesh. The horse and the man were quite large. So much so that Ganesh had to look up to see the man's pallid face. Ganesh's gaze hung on the dark drooping mustache and then moved up to his eyes. Ganesh had never seen eyes so devoid of light.

"You're a fool." The man's voice was slow and gruff. He brushed at the lapel of his long, velvet jacket.

"Why?" Ganesh wanted to ride away from the man, but he didn't know how to make his horse move.

"You countenance the buck's face." He leaned forward and offered a grim smile.

"What?" Ganesh gulped and felt his throat constrict.

"Horns." The man shook his head and his smile drooped along with his mustache. "They saddle you with horns. They do it right under your nose."

"Who?" Ganesh wasn't usually a monosyllabic kind of person, but this man brought it out in him.

"Who am I?" The man reached up and briefly tipped his top hat at Ganesh. "Mr. Vinay  at your service." His smile did not return. "Heed me. Or become the gelding." Vinay's eyes absorbed more and more light as darkness fell around them.

Soon, shadows spread across the prairie. Ganesh kicked his horse but it wouldn't budge. Vinay leaned toward him with malevolence written all over his stony face. Ganesh screamed and the dark moved upon him. There was nothing but black.
"No." Ganesh sat up in bed with real fear in his heart. Cool morning sunlight fell in through his bedroom window. He put out his hand and felt his wife's reassuring warmth next to him. Just a dream. Well, not a dream really. More of a nightmare. Maybe there was something to Anushka's fears about this house. Ganesh decided to be more supportive of his wife.

~~

When Hansika woke, she expected to find herself on the cold hallway floor. But instead, she was snug in the guest bed next to Karun. She peeked out from under the covers and could see their bedroom door firmly shut.

What a strange dream. Like in all dreams, things that made sense in the dead of night now seemed absurd. Anushka kissing her own son? That was crazy. And a naked lady roaming the halls talking about deals? That was bonkers. Hansika sighed and stretched.



There was one thing she couldn't quite figure out. Given that she'd dreamed about upsetting, perverted, and morally reprehensible things, why was her pussy so wet? As she fell back asleep, she pondered that fact. No answers came to her.

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Sunday afternoon rolled around and the family loitered in the main living room.

"The pastor said the temple doesn't acknowledge ghosts or demons." Ganesh sat on the couch and watched his wife. She was still wearing saree with a cardigan over it. Ganesh eyed the little peep hole that her bust . Her breasts looked ... bigger. "According to him, they don't exist."

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"Okay." Anushka nodded. "I just think we need to follow up with somebody else. There has to be someone there that can help us."

"No more Samatars?" Shriya sat cross-legged on the floor.

"No, we'll have them back, too." Anushka nodded. "I just want to get as much help as our budget will allow."

"What's our budget?" Shriya was surprised they had money for this.

"Well ..." Anushka coughed. "Zero?"

"Maybe we could put a few thousands into this," Ganesh said.

Anushka smiled at her husband and mouthed thank you. "Speaking of the Samatars, I've been meaning to ask who removed the symbol by the locked door?"

Hansika raised her hand on the end of the couch. "The sugar on the floor? I accidently stepped on that, so I cleaned it up."

"It was salt." Anushka eyed her daughter-in-law. The woman seemed even more shy around her than usual. "Did you clean any other symbols?"

Hansika shook her head.



"Well, I know it was an accident, but I'd like us all to leave the symbols be. Okay?" Anushka sighed. She wondered if that destroyed symbol was why Nayanthara was free to move about the house last night.

"Great job." Karun glared at his wife. "I told you Mom wanted to leave those things where they were." Karun reclined in a plush chair and moved his eyes back to his phone. "So, you're serious about these ghosts, Mom? Are you into this too, Dad?"

"Well, I want to make everyone comfortable." Ganesh nodded. "And I have had some odd feelings in this house."

Hansika felt bad about upsetting Anushka and her husband. Her confusion about the conversation just added to her stress. Tears filled her eyes. She stood and rushed out of the room. She still had on her saree. The hem of it swished behind her as she moved. She stopped in the hallway and waited, hoping her husband would come to check and see if she was okay. When he didn't come out, tears really began flowing down her cheeks. She put her hands on her face and walked past the front door and eventually turned into the library. She found a comfortable chair and sat down. She felt so fragile since that crazy dream last night.

"Don't worry, dearie. They'll forgive you." A soft woman's voice carried through the room.

Hansika was suddenly very aware how little attention she'd paid her surroundings as she walked into the library. She removed her hands from her watery, eyes and brushed her blonde hair away from her face. Across from her in a chair sat a woman in a long, flowing dress. The woman sat very straight, and watched her with an expectant smile. Hansika took in the woman's hair, freckles, and swollen belly. It was the lady from her dream. Was she dreaming again?

 

"Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it." The woman's smile was sympathetic and reassuring. " Anyway, Anushka will forgive your little cleaning spree. As for me, I'd like to thank you. You've done me a service and I intend to make recompense." The woman tilted her head and winked a green eye at Hansika.

"Who are you?" Hansika realized she'd been holding her breath. She exhaled.

"I am Mrs. Nayanthara ." Nayanthara's smile broadened. Her face filled with warmth and generosity. 

Hansika's tears dried. "I married Karun. I'm Hansika."

"A splendid acquaintance met." Nayanthara looked at a book she held open in her lap. "This is First Love . Do you know it?"

"I ... I ... don't read very much." Hansika started to feel faint again.

"A pity. A lovely woman reintroduced it to me recently." Nayanthara brushed her fingertip along the page, looking for a particular line. "I do believe it played a not inconsequential part in her fall."

"Her fall?" Hansika couldn't understand what was happening.



"Ah, here it is." Nayanthara read aloud, "No! I cannot love people whom I find that I look down on. I need someone who would himself master me, but then, goodness me, I shall never come across anyone like that. I will never fall into anybody's clutches, never, never." Nayanthara looked up from the book. "That is you, is it not? You looked to your good husband to master you, but he cannot. You seek to fall into someone's clutches, but fear opportunities passed."

"Karun?" Hansika rubbed at her temples. "No. He ... I mean ... yes ... he takes care of me."

"You missed the mark when you picked him, but not by much. Where Karun fails another would succeed."

"Krishan?" Hansika arched her eyebrows in disbelief. "You're crazy. He's like my little brother."

"I can give you everything you've missed by wedding the lesser, dearie." Nayanthara closed the book and leaned in her chair closer to Hansika. "Pleasure you hadn't dreamed of. Belonging. Protection. You need only make the bond. You see, we paid and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your approbation."



"I don't know what that means." Hansika instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, closing herself off to this woman.

"It means." Nayanthara stood, walked over to Hansika, and lightly touched her pink cheek with a frigid finger. "If you say yes to my offer, I will change your life for the better. Do say yes."

"No."

"Very well." Nayanthara dropped her hand and walked toward the door. "I thought you might have better sense than that." She stopped in the doorway and looked back. "I've had a thought. Let me give you a little taste of the world on the other side." Nayanthara chuckled to herself and disappeared down the hall.



~~

Krishan had watched Hansika leave the living room. He could tell she was crying, but no one else seemed to notice or care. He sat and listened to his family discuss how to rid the house of its haunting, but he stayed silent. The last thing he wanted was a successful exorcism.

After a while, Krishan stood and quietly exited the room. No one seemed to notice his exit either. He walked down the hall, checking rooms. Hansika's beauty and her pitying kindness toward Krishan made her difficult to talk to. But he did want to check on her.

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The library was where he finally found Hansika. She was sitting in an armchair and looking at the old faded wallpaper above the bookshelves.

Krishan entered the room. "Hansika?"



"Jeez." Hansika gave a start and looked over at him. "You surprised me, Krishan." Her eyes were red from crying and she had a far-off expression as she watched him approach. Black mascara ran down her cheeks.

"Are you okay?" Krishan stopped next to her chair. He put his hands behind his back and clasped them. He could feel how sweaty his palms were.

"I thought Karun was coming for me, but it was you. Karun can be so stupid." Hansika waved her hand dismissively at Krishan, but accidently brushed the bulge in his pants with her wedding ring. "Oh, sorry." She pulled her hand back like it had been bitten by a snake.

"It's okay." But it wasn't. Krishan could feel his dick swelling. "It was an accident."

Like iron to a magnet, Hansika's eyes locked in on the bulge in Krishan's pants. "It's so odd. You're so different from your brother. In every way."

"How so?" Krishan's breath came in short gasps. He looked down at her ample cleavage, exposed from his angle standing above her.



"Just that. That's all." Hansika caught movement out of the corner of her eye. She saw Nayanthara reenter the library and shut the door behind her. "Krishan. I don't mean to alarm you, but there's a strange woman in here with us. I think I'm dreaming. I had the strangest dream last night, and now here I am again. I must have fallen asleep in this chair."

Krishan looked over his shoulder. "That's just. Nayanthara. She's friendly, don't worry." He made eye contact with Nayanthara and nodded encouragement at him. Krishan knew what that meant. He had a chance with Hansika. His anxiety spiked as he thought about his mother's disapproval and Karun's probable homicidal reaction. Nayanthara nodded again and gave him a smile that filled him with confidence. It would be okay. His anxiety melted away.



"Oh, silly me." Hansika giggled. She watched Nayanthara find a seat on the other side of the room and then she looked back at Krishan's pants. "Since this is a dream, can I get another look at it? Ever since we all saw it that one day, I just keep ... wondering ..."

"This isn't a dream." Krishan unclasped his hands and unbuttoned his pants. His trembling fingers made the task difficult, but he managed it and dropped his pants.

"That's just what a dream would say." Hansika giggled again. She reached out and flipped his blue tie over his shoulder. then pulled down his underwear. She gasped when she beheld the rigid dick that sprung out. "I ... I knew it was big ... but ... oh my God." She reached out a finger to touch the purple head. It was spongy, yet firm. She withdrew her finger and looked at the white mark she'd made there quickly disappear. Clear liquid dribbled from his little hole. So much precum. "It looks so ... aggressive. I wonder what it looks like in real life." She leaned back in her chair. "Okay, that's enough. You can put it away now."

"Really?" Krishan pressed his lips together in disappointment.

"I promised you a taste," Nayanthara said from across the room. "Have your taste, dearie."



"Um ... even in a dream ... I don't think I should." But she leaned over and licked the head with her tongue. It was salty, warm, and ... powerful. Before she knew it, she had the whole head in her mouth, swirling her tongue round and round.

"You grab a bull by the horns, ." Nayanthara reclined in her seat, the slightest smile touching her pink lips. "You grab young Krishan by the ..."

With the head still in her mouth, Hansika reached out and took hold of Krishan's balls. "Uuuuuuuggggghhhh." She was surprised by their size and weight. How much cum did he have stored in there? Hansika's shoulders shuddered as she thought about what it would be like to find out.

"You're so perfect, Hansika. Why do you always take Karun's side?" Krishan looked down into her pretty face and watched her blue eyes look up at him. Her eyes went wide and she froze, her little nostrils flaring.

Making eye contact with her brother-in-law was frightful because in that moment she realized this wasn't a dream at all. She was really sucking on Krishan's cock. She held his actual balls between her fingers. She spit the cockhead out of her mouth and let go of his testicles. "Oh, god. I didn't mean to. Karun is my husband, Krishan. Oh, shit. I thought I was dreaming."



"Don't stop, Hansika." Krishan looked down at his dick, glistening in the afternoon light with her saliva. "I'm sorry I mentioned Karun."

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"Karun. No, no, no." Hansika stood and looked about the room in a panic. "I was just curious about your ... your ..." She pointed at the grotesque dick that jutted out from Krishan's slender hips. "I thought it wasn't ... real." Hansika looked into the corner of the room. "That lady, Nayantara... Is she real?"

Nayanthara smiled and nodded at the young woman.

"Yeah," Krishan said.

"No, no, no. This is an evil house, Krish." Hansika raced to the library door. "We need to leave. I need to get Karun." She opened the door and ran into the hall, her  dress flowing behind her. Once out in the hall, she was suddenly confused. She couldn't remember where she'd left her husband.

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The first door to the left in front of the stairs hung open. Was Karun in there? Hansika wasn't sure, but she wandered toward the door. As she stepped inside the room, she thought that maybe this was the locked room that no one had been in before. The one whose symbol she'd accidently destroyed. But that couldn't be right. She was so confused. She stepped further into the room and the door swung closed behind her.

"What?" Hansika squinted in the low light. There was a sofa along one wall with an oil lamp flickering on an end table. In a far corner, stood a ten-foot high bear. It had been taxidermied in a fearsome pose. Against the opposite wall from the sofa, a sideboard was covered in beautifully detailed, multi-colored bottles.

On the sofa, reclined a youngman in overalls. He tipped his herringbone flat cap to her and winked a green eye. "Welcome, Hansika. Mom said I should expect you."

"Who are you?" But Hansika could tell. With his freckles, angular jaw, and wide-set green eyes. He could only be Nayantara's son.

"My name's sunny and we're going to be good friends." He stood and smiled. "Really good friends."

Hansika turned to run back the way she'd come, but the door was locked behind her. She pounded on the door and yelled for her husband Karun, but no one in the rest of the house could hear her.



"This is a special room," Sunny said from behind her. "A private room. My father built it at great expense to keep all that happens here from the rest of the world." He moved toward the screaming woman. "Father did very bad things in here. But we're going to do good things."

"No." Hansika looked over her shoulder at the approaching boy. He was certainly only a little older than Krishan. She pounded the door with her fists. "Nooooooooo." But no one came to her rescue.

~~

Back in the library, Nayanthara walked over to the door and gently closed it. She then turned and shrugged at Krishan. "Sometimes, things don't go as planned. My daddy always told me, never be afraid to hitch your cart to a new horse."

"What's that mean?" Krishan had both hands on his dick. He wasn't sure what to do with his raging hardon.

"It means I'm tractable, dearie." She walked over to Krishan and kneeled before him. She gently replaced his hands on his penis with her own icy fingers and stroked him. "When a plan doesn't work, we have another waiting in the wings." She licked the oozing precum off the head.

"We?"

"Me and the house, Krish." Nayanthara took another lick and looked up at him with urgent eyes. "Now we don't have too much time before the others come looking for you. Let's get you taken care of." She sucked him into her mouth and took long, gurgling strokes. She pressed both hands onto his butt. Nayanthara felt quite happy when Krishan reached down and threaded his fingers through her hair. He forced more and more of his penis into her throat until she was taking great long plunges, pressing her nose to his nether hair at the bottom of each grunting lunge forward.



After about five minutes, Krishan let his seed fly into Nayanthara's cold mouth. When he finished cumming, Nayanthara was gone. He took a minute to compose himself, and then pulled up his underwear and pants. He walked toward the library door. He needed to apologize to Hansika and smooth things over with her before she told everything to Karun. He hoped he wasn't too late. Karun would kill him if he knew what happened.

Little did Krishan know, Hansika was in no condition to confide anything to her husband at that moment. In a secret room, a teenager was changing her whole perspective on a great number of things.


to be continue...

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Please suggest any young actress(below 30) for Lust Bride character.

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Part -- 1


The theatrically over decorated general gripped his podium tighter and tighter. His orchestrated news conference was turning sour. It was supposed to have been his moment on the world stage to impress to show everyone what a great and generous leader he was; but now this. All the cameras continued to focus on his glistening black forehead.


“I’ll repeat my question,”came the annoying voice of the young reporter. He narrowed his gaze at the attractive woman and gave a forced smile.


“Please do.”


Kajal enunciated the words clearly and concisely for the media filled hall.


“You say there is no evidence of your army using chemical weapons against northern separatists groups, however why did you house and pay for the 3 top ex soviet research scientists who specialise in chemical warfare to stay in your country last year? And can you explain the site of mass killings I visited yesterday north of the  river?”


Once again he paused before replying then gave a bitter yet revealing answer.





“Miss Kajal, you have taken my hospitality and use it against me. As a guest of my daughter you have unfairly used the relationship presented to you.”


The audience of news hacks cursed under their breath at her luck at the same time noticing that this was hardly a denial from the bloated General, long serving president of his country. The media scrum erupted in questions, none the general would answer and as he stormed from the podium he glared back at Kajal as she fended off questions of her own.


Outside the government building Kajal and her news team congratulated themselves on their scoop.


“I got a lot,” laughed Jack, her cameraman, the sound man nodding in agreement.


“Good,” smiled Kajal, wiping her brow in the intense African heat. “The guys back home are pretty pleased; we can syndicate this story all around the world. The UN has demanded that we all see the alleged site tomorrow. We’ve got centre stage!”


As they talked a long black limo screeched to a halt alongside them. Dust billowing up on the shabby streets.


“How could you?” Yelled an educated African voice of a young woman.


Stepping from the limo in a flowing gold dress was Koko the general’s daughter.


Kajal gave a gulp of embarrassment, her face going red. She’d been in this third world country to see her old college friend and do an exclusive on her father. General Mobana the long time ruler of this small African state was vain and arrogant. He had welcomed the chance to parade in front of a camera. Over the last few weeks Kajal had been given exclusive access to the general’s inner circle. Koko had never realised she had a bigger plan; to unmask his war crimes in the civil war that had been raging for nearly a decade.





“Koko I’m sorry but your father has to be stopped.”


Slap!


Kajal went flying Koko’s own bodyguards pulling her back to stop more of a beating


“Get out of my country bitch,” she hissed getting back in the car, “before I have you thrown out.”


The car sped off her team seeming a little uneasy.


“I’m sorry Koko,” Kajal shouted in remorse as the car sped away. Then looking to her worried team she smiled. “Relax guys, now it's out in the open we’re perfectly safe. Ok, let’s get ready for the flight tomorrow, remember I want to get back to those killing fields we exposed before CNN do.”


The next morning the team sat in the rickety Cessna plane double checking their equipment. Jack looked out of the grime window at the 45 degree heat haze. Across the runway a figure was approaching. Kajal was making a name for herself as her channel's feistiest reporter. It helped that she was blessed not only with the tenacity of an alligator but she had the looks any TV station would drool over. She walked briskly in her heeled sandals, long legs hidden just above the knee with a khaki skirt. Her slim waist and frame were covered in a white baggy linen shirt, but as Jack remembered at ambassador receptions across the world her waif figure bewitched many a dignitary.


As she reached the plane Kajal adjusted her tied back long blonde mane feeling the sweat already trickling down between her cleavages. Her full lips were dry in the oppressive heat, her blue eyes hidden behind designer shades.


“Everyone here? Great, then let’s go boys.”



The view from the plane was spectacular. Deep lush green forest for as far as the eye could see. They were heading north following the River towards the prearranged media site. Today the world's press would see for themselves what the general was capable of; mass graves of villagers poisoned with mustard gas.


The local pilot began ranting in excitement then explained in broken English. He had radio traffic hailing him. He pointed to the west and the news crew peered out at an approaching black speck. The aircraft approached rapidly and passed directly in front of the tiny plane.


Kajal could see it was one of the country's squadron of Mig fighters. The Mig was an ancient soviet plane however still fast and deadly.


The air force jet made another slower pass.


“It’s requesting we follow it!” The pilot said in a concerned voice


“Damn general!” Jack hissed, “he doesn’t want us to be there today.” He looked at the pilot, “ignore him.” The pilot’s eyes widened in fear.


“Jack you can’t escape a jet.” Kajal was frustrated with how the day was going. “It’s just the general's little game, we’ve already done the damage. Why is this going to make any difference? Let’s not provoke it.”


The Cessna turned east for 30 minutes under the supervision of the air force before a landing strip became visible cut into the dense jungle.


“We must land here,” the pilot shouted as he began to descend.


The crew gripped anything they could as the tiny plane bounced along the makeshift dirt runway. Overhead the Mig continued to circle, watching.


There was a flurry of panic in the plane as a group of armed soldiers appeared from shanty huts running towards the parked aircraft.


“Shit!” Jack cried.


“Keep calm!” Kajal said, gripping both men’s arms. “They’re just trying to spook us.”


The door opened and a smiling officer peered in.


“Ah Miss Kajal please forgive me but my general requests he meet you at his personal residence.”


“Kajal scoffed back.”We have nothing to discuss with the general, now can we please get under way.”


The officer continued to smile as a rifle was pointed over his shoulder at the shapely reporter.


“Miss Kajal I’m afraid he insists.”


Kajal climbed from the plane demanding answers, her team following her. The officer held them back inside the plane


“No need, you must return to your media event. The general only invites Miss Kajal. Please we have only delayed you a short time and you can be back at the site within another hour.”


The reporter turned and looked at her two team members. “I guess I’ll be along in a bit.” She said she was a little nervous. Jack was about to explain his concern when she just held up a hand and nodded.


“Yeah I know I’m on my own but at least you’ll be able to let our channel know where I am.”





Jack nodded. ”Damn right.”


Kajal took her bag and strode across the runway towards a waiting limo. She turned to see the Cessna lift into the sky bank and begin to head north again. As the plane became a dark spec she felt the situation quickly change


The officer gripped Kajal’s arm firmly. “This way I miss in the truck.” Kajal looked at him then at the army truck and limo ahead of her.


“It’s about 90 in the shade and you want me to ride in a truck! Forget it! And by the way don’t man-handle me again.”

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The officer began to pull her towards the vehicle. Kajal gave a yelp then dug her heels in making the duct billow up. But she slid towards the vehicle. He shouted orders to his platoon of men and they began to climb in. She reached the rear of the covered truck hair all over the place, sweat already covering her face and saw a cage in the foot well about 4 foot square.


“Get in there Miss!” He demanded, burly soldiers grabbing her arms pulling her up as she kicked her legs.


Kajal gave a shriek as her blouse tore the men pushing her into the cage before bolting it closed.


“How dare you, this is outrageous!” She shrieked trying to kick at the steel bars.





The officer closed up the trailer gate obviously taking the air conditioned limo for his ride and then the truck began to head off. Kajal rolled onto her side in a foetal position feeling claustrophobic surrounded by twenty seated jet black skinned soldiers. She called out to them but they all just smiled and grinned chatting amongst themselves in their own tribe language. She recognised them to be from the generals own tribe, his loyalist troops and as she had remembered calling them in front of camera his most despicable.


The journey seemed to last forever. She was dehydrating the sweat covering her skin and her clothes sodden with it. One of the soldiers eventually noticed bending down to feed her a water bottle through the bars.


“Drink,” he said gruffly.


She coughed and sputtered then looked up at him. Kajal had wide expressive eyes, the light blue of them and small pupils giving her a sensuous piercing stare.


“You have to let me out,” She said more of a plea than a demand now.


“Miss,” he said in a stern heavily accented voice. “You don’t tell people what to do anymore. Understand!”


She was about to reply when the truck came to a halt. The canopy opened and the humid air flooded in to mix with the sauna like conditions inside the truck. Four troopers slid long poles inside the bars allowing them to lift the cage out. Kajal gripped the bars blinking in the brilliant sunlight, her sunglasses crushed somewhere back at the runway. She was in a concrete compound with guard towers, the dense jungle closing in around the general’s hidden fort. No doubt from here he conducted his war against the rebels without prying eyes of foreigners.


She gave a moan of horror as she saw captive rebels hung from nooses or impaled on large spikes.


“Oh God it’s a hell hole,” She screamed feeling her stomach turning.


She was grateful by the time the cage had been carried across the courtyard into a cell block. The cage was placed on the floor then unbolted. Kajal crawled out unsure what to do. Fight, run, both were ridiculous. She gingerly stood straightening her dress adjusting her ripped blouse covering her sweaty heaving chest.





The officer stood in front of her.


“Listen you piece of shit,” Kajal’s anger now uncontrollable. “How the hell do you think you can just abduct me? When I see the general he’s going to know who he’s dealing with.”


The officer adjusted his black beret then gave a wide African grin.


“In the cell please Miss the general will be alone at his convenience.”


The cell door slammed shut behind her and she found herself in a large concrete room. There was a wire bed and a hole in the floor for the toilet but nothing else. High above was the ceiling with dirty roof lights. The whole place was dim and incredibly hot and humid.


Kajal undid her blouse slightly, her bra poking from the open fabric. Her whole body was dripping in sweat the insides of her thighs hot and sticky her knickers tight in her ass crack. She tightened her hair keeping the hair from her beautiful face then bent down to feel her sculpted calves massaging the bronzed skin to get the blood flowing again. She felt ridiculous when her heeled sandals stood in a concrete cell but the floor was too coarse for the soles of her soft western feet so she left them on.





In her head she thought through what would happen. She’d have to be released within a day there no way she could be accused of any crime. Sure it happened all the time here, but it would have had to have been before she let rip and told the world about his exploits. The crew had been scared to death for the last three weeks of just disappearing on trumped up charges. But now the entire world would be in uproar.


“TV reporter arrested after finding out the truth,” she muttered to herself. If she wasn’t handed back soon this was the kind of shit that could start wars.


She heard footsteps; they sounded strange, not military at all more like heels. The cell door opens two huge guards entering holding batons; behind them was Koko the general’s daughter. She was dressed in a tight heeled catsuit, her dark brown skin looking flawless, her long black hair plaited into her tail. She always was the athletic type. Tennis swimming even represented her country in athletics a few years back. Her firm large tits were pressed tightly together held in place by the fabric her cleavage showing as the zip had slowly slid down.





“How are you enjoying your new home?” The arrogant daughter teased. “Not as cosy as our college dorms but well, after all we are in some chicken shit third world country as you would say.”


Kajal shook her head looking at the intimidating group.


“No Koko I’d never said that, why are you being like this?”


Koko gave a sneer of satisfaction. “My father is a powerful man, no one crosses him. I wouldn’t dare why do you expect to get away with it.”


Kajal felt her anger growing again.


“Because I can Koko, I’m a journalist. I come from a country of free speech.” And then added sarcastically. “Remember you spent years getting educated there.”


Koko didn’t rise to the bait and instead paced around the room in her boots like a WW2 commandant hands behind her back.


“You think you will be released don’t you?”


Kajal felt her knees buckle at the question. She’d never considered otherwise. She gulped, then put back on her business like a reporter manner.


“You know full well Koko there’s no way you can keep me here.”


Koko smiled and nodded. “Very well Kajal my father will be arriving soon. We probably won’t get to speak like this again, so just remember I am not the one who betrayed a trust.” And with that she snapped her fingers and led the two guards from the cell.



“Fine by me bitch,” yelled Kajal as she heard her ex friend march away. Friends like that she could do without.


Kajal tried to sleep but the heat made it difficult. It must have been early morning when the cell door clashed open again. Standing there was the large uniformed figure of general Mobana. Kajal began to demand her release.


Slap!


She nearly fainted and her body flung towards the wall, the world spinning.


“You do not demand anything from me.” He growled, keeping his anger on a short leash.

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“Kajal you have abused the trust of myself and my family. You have dishonoured my country and shamed me in front of millions.” He had a newspaper in his hand and he flung it towards her.





Kajal gave a long moan as she read. It said that a TV crew, including up and coming star Kajal had crashed deep in the jungle after being hit by a rebel missile.


Kajal looked up “But it’s not true we, I…” She paused slowly realising what it meant.


“My Mig blasted them from the sky once it had steered them as far North as it dared. The wreck is deep inside rebel territory. They rebels will deny the atrocity but without anyone seeing it the world will have to assume the worst.”


Kajal’s eyes widened


“Yes, interfering bitch you are dead along with your news crew.


Kajal began to cough in panic. The general gave an amorous groan.


“Oh Miss Kajal you have such a debt to pay but don’t worry over time you will. How you serve depends on how you live. Pray I don’t bore you in years to come.”


“Bore, years to come?” It wasn’t adding up or the young woman didn’t want it to.





The general smiled. “You have the attitude of a devil but the body of an angel. How I have admired you while staying at my palace. You are dead, no one to rescue or even protest about your predicament. Do you realize what that means Kajal?”


He bent down with a childlike manner, his eyes full of glee. “Can you imagine what depths I can sink you to?”


Kajal began to gag as she shivered with terror. “Oh GOD no, no, no you can’t please oh god heellpppp!”


The general looked back over his shoulder at two muscled African thugs standing in the door.


“These are two of my finest interrogators. They’re going to educate you into what is required and teach you how to obey.”


Kajal looked at their grim faces, barrel chest, biceps bulging as their black skin glistened in the heat. The general backed out of the cell.


“Bring her to the medical cell for examination!”






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Part -- 2


Kajal was dragged from the cell, her legs locked straight as she tried to resist her heels sliding on the concrete floor. The medical cell was about 30 feet down the corridor and as she went she caught glimpses of the other rooms. They were deck out in different ways. One looked like a dungeon with chains and ropes, another like a grand bedroom and others she could only just catch sight off. Kajal didn’t know what to do. How could she fight back or get away? The situation was impossible and she gave a shudder of horror remembering what he told her about her colleagues and the little Cessna.


“Please General, let's talk about this, you don’t need to do this.” She stammered as she was almost lifted through the door into a white tiled room.


There was a African woman dressed like a nurse standing patiently. Kajal was allowed to stand unaided; the two large guards stood either side of the lithe diminutive woman. The brutes were massive and even in her high heeled sandals they towered over her panting body.



“Now Kajal,” The general said almost apologetically, “I don’t think you understand your situation yet do you?” Kajal’s expression of disgust answered for him. He nodded, “hmm very well I will allow your insolence for the time being.”


The walls were dull with grime and dust. There was a row of trolleys with sheets over them and two large wicker chairs like from the 60,probably still the fashion in this backward country. One of the chairs had two bamboo poles pointing up from the arm rests with carved faces on the top. They looked like voodoo dolls or some other crazy religious symbolism either side of a wicker throne.


He signalled the guards who moved her towards the chair. Kajal gave a yelp as one guard pulled her dress over her shoulders, the fabric falling around her cute ankles. She stood there in a thong, heels and no bra, her hands now other her 36B chest.


The group admired her figure. She was proportioned well, her legs slim and shapely accentuated by heels, her ass full and slappable. Her curved back was drenched in sweat, her blonde hair now more bedraggled pulled out of a hair in the struggle cascading around her bony shoulders.





“What are you going to do, you filthy bastard,” she growled her eyes blazing.


The general sighed. “Miss Kajal I regret to tell you although you will find me a loving master I have some deviations that you may find difficult to accept at first.”


Kajal gave a moan of despair,” oh shit this can’t be happening.”


The two guards suddenly gripped her hands and she began to struggle. They spun her around pushing her into the wicker chair. It was deep and as her ass hit the seat her legs flew up and at angles the guards grabbed a tiny ankle each with huge black hands. They lifted her ankles pushing her legs wider and higher Kajal now more on her back than butt her hands desperately trying to loosen the grip on her ankles. The nurse grabbed her arms pulling them behind her chair backrest binding them with rope.


The general watch until finally she was in position. The leggy blonde half lay in the chair, her arms tied behind it, her legs open and high her ankles bound with rope around the tops of the two bamboo poles. Her breast heaved with effort her thong panties soaking her crotch wide and embarrassingly wide open.


The general barked an order to the two mesmerised guards and reluctantly they left the cell.





The nurse traced her finger over Kajal’s tummy hooking the thong panties and in one tug ripped them from her crotch.


The general took a seat in the other wicker chair and unbuckled his belt. He slowly pulled his fat black cock out of his pants and drew back the foreskin with a satisfied groan. Kajal’s eyes widened at the sight of his cock and how unashamedly he exposed himself. The nurse was smearing gel along her hand, the skin glistening and Kajal gave a whimper of understanding.


Outside the cell the two guards could hear the woman shout then give horrified groans. In their pants their cocks hardened in envy of what the general was watching his slave endure.


The blonde waif stunner couldn’t do anything to stop the black witch. She was completely trussed and open. The nurse’s fingers were formed into a cone and she was gently but firmly pushing her cone shaped hand into Kajal’s blonde pussy. She gave a moan of discomfort the sweat of the day lubricating her pink hole but still not enough to allow constant yielding entry.





Kajal couldn’t believe what was happening.


“No, no you mustn’t! I ..uhhhh!”


She looked at the general then at the roof in discomfort and embarrassment. What could she do? The woman was using her fingers to twist inside the young blonde’s private space, Kajal feeling the soft feminine fingers caress her inner flesh.


“Oh God!” She gave a despairing cry as she looked down. The woman’s hand was moving inch by inch deeper and deeper, her pussy wall burning with effort of resistance.


Uggggg oh god no no uhhhhhhhhhhh!” She arched her back as the nurses hand opened her up almost to the knuckle, but not enough.





“Ahhhhhhhhhh no no ugggg It won’t go oh god stop!”


The general moaned in pleasure, the nurse nodding to his questions gibbering back in his native tribal tongue.


“Is the white bitch too tight? Push harder, more grease on your hand.” He looked at Kajal in the eye.” Don’t fight it, relax your body. We have all day; by evening you will have learnt how to accommodate even my hand.” He flexed his fat fingers Kajal horrified at the size of his fist.


The general tugged at his prick as his nurse’s hand twisted and probed at the blonde bitches’ hole. Kajal groaned and thrashed her head still trying to reason with the insane man.


“Uggggg stop, please general I’m sorry I’ll say what ever you what uggggggg there’s has to be…uggggggggggggg!”


“When I first saw you,” the general said shaking his head, “I marvelled at how slim and delicate you were.”


The general paused to admire her panicking beautiful face, then he continued his vulgar thoughts.


“You were so confident in that news conference. I will enjoy looking into those arrogant eyes when I have my hand deep inside your pussy.”


The girl gave an oval pout of shock as her pussy lips did indeed at that point relax just a fraction allowing the nurses greased hand almost to the knuckle. Kajal screamed as the woman tried to push again, but her lips wouldn’t open any further.


“Jez stop! Stop please uhhhhhhhhhhhh!”



The general snapped an order in his native tongue, the nurse slowly removing what hand she had managed to burrow inside the woman.


Kajal gave a pant of relief and was about to speak thinking her negotiation was working when she saw what the nurse was doing. The woman had opened a large jar of plant grease and was carefully drawing the slimy fluid into a big bore syringe until it held maybe a beer bottle full.


“Some extra lubrication Miss Kajal,” the general explained.


The reporter tried to wrestle free as the thick point was pushed into her slit. A second later she felt the surge of liquid inside her canal, the syringe plunger forcing every last drop into her cunt.


The nurse re-greased her hand and started her mission again.



Outside the confines of the concrete fortress the jungle choked the humid air. It was mid day, the temperature somewhere in the nineties so was the humidity. The cell block of the military base baked like a huge oven. From the sky the whole site was only visible if you flew directly overhead the dense inhospitable jungle 200 miles in each direction


Kajal knew all this but even knowing she still couldn’t accept this was happening. In her head she went over the same thoughts again and again.


“Someone will come, they will, they must!”


She’d heard about abductions, but that was always the locals, not a foreigner not a journalist, But her rational mind kept telling her what she didn’t want to hear.





“Everyone thinks you are dead, you are alone imprisoned in the jungle, and your captor has the power over a country.”


The general caressed his bell and ended his cock eye weeping juice. He was rampantly erect now the veins bulging on his glistening black trunk of a cock. The woman in front of him was drenched head to toe in shimmering, bronzing sweat. Kajal had fair complexion normally however now she glowed greasy and wet like a lap dancer, her long heeled legs pointing to the sky giving her more of that contorted pole dancing look. Even her hair had dulled from brilliant blonde, black sweaty streaks in the cascading mane. Only her eyes remain pure and angelic, the pupils widening at every slight push of the nurses hand.


Kajal looked down at her abused hole seeing her oiled lips slurping and yielding slowly she realised this time the woman’s hand was going all the way in.


“No please, you uggg don’t ugggggggggg. Its not ugg right I..I..can't ugggggg!”


The general groaned in pleasure. “No more resisting my dear, you’ll find your body is capable of many astounding feats.”


The trussed blonde gave a series of high pitch grunts the nurse’s knuckles disappearing slowly.


The general leaned forward the sweat dripping from his forehead


The black bitch twisted her wrist a little and…Pop!”


The nurse gasped with the effort Kajal screaming as her lips suddenly yielded, the hand sliding past the widest point into her void, her lips closing tightly around the sweaty greased wrist. She could see her tummy bloated her skin moving as the hand twisted inside her ultra slim body.


“Oooh God nooooooooo!”





The hand felt enormous, like a creature, a mole or something wriggling inside her body. It was like some fucking alien, her flat groin seeming to move with the motion of the fist.


The nurse with her left hand inside the bound woman was pouring a vial of lubricant onto her wrist and as she pumped into Kajal she delivered the grease along her tight tunnel.


“Ug, ug, you, you ugggggggggggg filthy ugggg ohhhhhh!” Kajal gasped through clenched teeth.


“Oh God she’s going to split me open!” She thought wildly, the pumping hand making disgusting slurping and belching noises.


Kajal struggled to concentrate the sensation of a hand inside her private place almost unbelievable. The embarrassment was overwhelming the woman looking up into her wide eyes twisting her fingers seeing Kajal’s faces contort her lips purse and nip.


Kajal didn’t want to add to their enjoyment but she couldn’t stop herself grunting and groaning. The nurses listen for the highest most indignant noises to decide where to press and twist the most.


Kajal spat in disgust at the nurse, she in turn gave Kajal a swipe across the face, her large white eyes staring into Kajal’s. She shouted in her own language and Kajal guessed it was an order to behave and stop fighting if she knew what was good for her.



The general stood up stepping out of his pants. His thighs and butt were massive, a product of years of military service before he led the coup that made him the country's leader. He looked ridiculous in shoes and socks, no pants but still a military shirt with elaborate lapels, his cock waving around like he was about to hang a flag from it.


He could hear her pussy squelch and Kajal grunt indignantly over and over. Her skin accentuated the black arm buried in her hole and her lightly haired blonde pussy gave her slit an almost shaven look.


The general began to unfasten her ankles from the bamboo poles. He took each small foot and hooked her legs on the outside of the poles until she was sat with her thighs even wider, her heels almost touching the floor her legs on the outside of the poles unable to close. Kajal felt her legs ache but was thankful that they could now rest more easily. But it was not an act out of kindness she almost instantly realised her virgina had now straightened allowing the nurses hand to push deeper without restriction.



“Ohhhhhhhh God no uggggggggg!” She thought the woman was going to keep going all the way to her throat.


“Please general uhhhhhhh!”


He laughed in amusement. “Please feel free to ask any more probing, embarrassing questions about my life. After all you will have a ring side seat to my darkest perversions from now on.”


The nurse was now touching Kajal at the top of her slit with her free hand. She could feel the feminine fingers searching for her bud.


“Ugggg no, no!” Kajal cried horrified at what the woman was attempting to do.


“Kajal,” the general said sweetly,” I am not a monster, your life with me though challenging will have its pleasures. It is important my slaves know how to climax in their job. “


Kajal gave an animal groan of refusal shaking her head, hair flying everywhere.


The fisting went on for what seemed ages until Kajal’s pussy felt numb the slime of juice and grease dripping from her slit as the wrist twisted. The nurse had pressed a small vibrator against Kajal’s clit and slowly but expertly she had brought the cursing girl to near climax. The blonde had tried to forget she was here, fall into a humid sea of half dreams. The sensation in her pussy had dulled; she was back home with her fiancé.





“Her fiancée!” Kajal gave an anguished cry, “Oh God Simon help me please.”


The general was instantly distracted from the mesmerising view he had been enjoying.


“Simon? Oh Yes Simon Wiez head of your news channel.” The general recalled the picture today, tall chiselled, mature, powerful. Very powerful. “He was your betrothed wasn’t he?”


Kajal snarled back teeth and gritted the tiny buzzing stick working its magic on her bud.


“He ugh still is you fuckkkk!”


The general grew angry at her outburst gripping her hair pulling his face close.

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“Not any more, you are dead; remember? He has lost his long legged trophy wife for good. You prefer the older man don’t you, richer more appreciative? That’s good you’ll get to meet many like that over the coming years.”


The climax kept building but the nurse seemed to sense when Kajal was on the brink and removed the vibrator stealing her buried wrist always at just the wrong time for Kajal.


“Ohhh God! Do it, finish me for God's sake I can’t take anymore.”





Kajal didn’t know what else to say. If she came they’d stop wouldn’t they? She didn’t really know if she meant to make her cum or kill her. At that moment she didn’t care.


The general pushed the nurse to the side and roughly pulled her wrist out of Kajal. She gave a yelp of sensation her hole gaping the air filling into where it should never see. She felt like she was dripping her body’s fluids out of a gaping wound.


“Ugggggg no I feel sooo…” She didn’t know how to describe it.


The general did. “You feel like a dirty submissive whore about to ride her master's hand like a glove puppet.”


And with that he began to push his own fat hand into her sloppy hole. Kajal groaned but didn’t scream it was more out of humiliation of how accommodating her pussy now was than actual pain. His large fat fingered hand was sliding inside any second her exhausted muscles would swallow his knuckles and he would be up to his wrist inside her.


“Oh Kajal you bad girl, “he said huskily, his hand feeling like it was wrapped in a slimy hot towel. He moved his fingers, opening his palm Kajal biting her lip, her eyes glazing over. Her feet tapped on the chair, her thighs quivering he noticed her tits were fuller nipples hardened; the nurse had brought her to peak quite satisfactorily.





The nurse pressed the vibrator onto her clit once more and the general began to pump in and out her lips bulging as his hand tried to remove itself but just as her pussy hole parted her pounded back to her cervix.


Her juices were running down his arm dripping at his elbow, the arrogant Kajal arching her back thrusting her tits out shrieking in sensation overload.


“Look at me Kajal, look into my eyes.” She shook her head so with his free hand he twisted her cheeks making her pout in his direction.


The slopping noise added to the disgusting scene, the vibrator humming the people grunting, gasping, taunting.


“Yes you bitch come on my hand, I Want to feel you come.” Her walls seemed to be tightening as her back arched more and more.


“Ukkkkkkkkkkkk ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhh awwwwwwwwwww!”


Kajal began to buck her calves flailing her butt bouncing on the wicker seat. The pussy convulsions were squeezing his hand so much he felt it would go numb. She was thrashing and screaming in orgasm, her pussy so wet that even his hand began to slip and as she jerked her hips in a disgusting thrusting movement, she ejected his glistening hand along with copious amounts of frothing juice


“ nooooooooooooooo!”


The spots took a while to clear from her eyes the humid oppressive air almost suffocating now. She was exhausted after hours of attention; she couldn’t think straight and was almost in a daze.





The general stood up, his cock still pointing straight out. Suddenly the cell door opened. It was one of the guards


“General you are needed in the command building.” The evil dictator snarled back at his charge telling him that he didn’t want to be disturbed.


“But its USplanet News sir, a Mr Weiz urgent.”


The general’s eyes lit up. He looked at the spread eagled slit dripping woman, her head hanging limp. Then down at his angry cock.


“Hmm I’ll enjoy it more if she was a little more conscious anyway.” He said to himself then barked an order to his guard. “I will take the call in my office in ten minutes, bring this bitch.”


Fifteen minutes later Simon Weiz finally got through. He has not had any answers in the last 24 hours. As an experienced news hound he knew never to accept other people’s stories. His darling girlfriend just couldn’t have died in such a way.


“These fucking third world shit holes don’t know their ass from their elbows. How the hell am I going to get answers? no one has confirmed they’re dead. Certainly not this news channel.”


The phone was a little crackly but he could hear the preening voice of the fat dictator on the other end.


“General Mobana, I need your help, only you can bring this nightmare to an end. Please I implore you to call a truce so we can send out a search party to the crash site.”


He could hear other voices and sounds over the phone. Clearly the general had it on speaker phone allowing his aids to enjoy the grovelling from a big news head.


The general spoke sweetly almost sarcastically. He couldn’t help it and the rebels were not into any negotiation.


The Reported was growing frustrated the general seemed distant, a little distracted and from time to time took seconds to respond as if confused or concentrating.


In his ornate flag dbangd office he indeed was distracted. A large fan spun in the ceiling drawing cooler air into the room, below it was a large teak table on its speakerphone and an impressive golden statue of a lion.


Also face down bent over the deep wooden furniture was his latest trophy; Miss Kajal. He had her hands tied even tighter behind her back making her shoulder pull back forcing her neck and head to look up. Her tits were pressed flat onto the soft wood top the small of her back filled with a pool of collected perspiration. The table was high so as her ass pointed to the ceiling her long legs even in heels only just touched the carpet. He had her ankles tied together then again at the knees allowing her little opportunity to move.


Kajal wanted to cry out; she could hear her fiancée pleading desperately to find her. If only he knew the truth. But she couldn’t speak. Her mouth had been filled with a rubber ball then tapped over. She could grunt but the speaker phone faced away from her; she had no idea if she could be heard.



The general was seated one hand on his cock the other stirring a pot of Vaseline. As he spoke he took great globules of grease and gently smeared them over Kajal’s ass hole. He’d been kind enough to explain he would fuck her in the ass since she needed time to strengthen again.





His fat greased fingers pushed inside her ass putting jelly deep along her rubbery shaft.


The conversation was going round in circles, this Weiz fellow wouldn’t take no for an answer.


“Please Mr Weiz your fiancée was a personal friend of my daughters.” He said this so sweetly Kajal’s stomach turning in revulsion.” I have the up most respect for your excellent reporter and the up most admiration.” He stroked her back his admiration not professional as Weiz might expect but more lustful.


She could hear the frustration and resignation in her fiancés voice. “He wasn’t giving up already was he?” The phone crackled and she heard a distant voice become a little more assertive.


“I’m sorry general but I need to see for myself. I’m getting that next plane out.” And with that the line went dead. The general paused a little indignant the man had dared hang up. He slowly extracted his finger from the bound woman ass ring and massaged a fleshy butt cheek..


He pressed his intercom. “Send Koko in.”


Kajal looked up as the door opened. It was her old friend, the tall athletic daughter of General Mobana. The woman didn’t seem fazed by her half dressed father, his cock standing to attention and hardly gave Kajal a second glance.


“Father?” She said in obedience.


The general was climbing onto the table so he straddled Kajal’s back. He lowered himself into a squat, his fat cock pointing forward rod and ball hanging like an undercarriage. Kajal tried to wriggle his cock tip slid between her ass cheeks, the general using his hand to point his cock down and press her sphincter.


“Contact Mr Weiz at USplanet News, I believe you met him?” Koko’s eyes widened and she finally caught Kajal's eye.” Indeed I have.” She purred.


“Good,“ grunted the general, rocking his enormous butt finally allowing his cock relief, entering the tight rubbery passage of Kajal’s anus.


“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmfffff!”


The woman could only gargle; her eyes open wide staring ahead insanely, lashes like blooming flowers, her pupils showing the gut turning sensation.


The general gave a gasp as he lowered his cock sliding the full length into his bound bitch.



“Get him on the phone. Make a personal invitation, he plans to come anyway. If you are his escort he can spend a few fruitless weeks in your charming company.”


Koko gave a wicked smile. “Indeed father.”


She was about to turn and leave when he stopped her.


“No do it here, on the speakerphone now, while I bugger his darling fiancé.”


Kajal nearly swallowed her gag. His cock felt like a giant pole in her ass. She had anal before once with an ex and she hated it then. Her Simon was now back on the phone as the black bastard twisted and slid back and forth inside her. Koko had been put straight through and she could hear his voice as the general’s daughter cooed seductively to him.





“Simon I know how you must feel. Please, anything I can do. She was a great friend etc, etc.”


Her fiancée was a little taken aback. This woman seemed to be saying all the right things but she sounded cold. He assumed it was the way with these people. Africa breeds cold hearts.


“Koko I’d be happy to have your help, thank you so much.”


The general was grunting faintly getting a rocking motion going his cock fitting as tight as a piston in an engine.


Phut, phut, phut!


The table was rocking a little, Kajal biting down on the gag. She began to moan and he pulled her hair making her head snap up.


“Silence bitch!” He hissed in a whisper.





Koko sat on the table, legs crossed finishing her conversation. She stroked Kajal’s rocking head with long nailed hands smiling and acting as if she was having a normal conversation. Her father was grunting more loudly, his thrusting becoming harder.


“Fuck she’s so tight!” he growled Koko putting her hand over the phone set looking with a glare at her father. She put a finger to her full lips telling him to “ssssh.”


The man at the other end of the line once again got the impression something was happening in the room. He could hear noises like machinery repeating over and over maybe a pump or something.


Phut, phut, phut!


Kajal couldn’t bear it. Her lover so near yet so far she could hear his confusion in his voice. He knew something was wrong but he couldn’t tell. The general was pounding so deep it made her nearly sick; she could feel his cock almost in her gut.





Koko finally with a sweet goodbye hung up, her father instantly groaning in satisfaction.


“Take it you tight ass bitch.” He began to even pump faster.” By the time I’m finished with you we’ll be able to drive a train up there.”


Kajal screamed on her gag he was hammering into her with abandon. She felt like her ass would explode the friction burning red hot. And the horror, what was in store? What more did he have planned for her sweet tight holes?


Koko turned to leave brushing her long hair with her hand. She gave a cute look back over her shoulder at Kajal and her father both looking at two rutting beetles the table shuddering under the hammering.


The general didn’t want it to stop; he could have fucked her tight ass for eternity. She was under him subservient; obedient finally she was getting the message.



Kajal couldn’t have resisted if she tried his weight, his piercing cock and her binds stopping her from moving. She felt his cock finally, thankfully unload inside her ass.


“Oh God this can’t be happening!” She said over and over as two, three then four spurts of his thick African come filled her for the first but definitely not the last time.