3 comments/ 19312 views/ 6 favorites Sherlyn's Marriage Ch. 01 By: dan57 Sherlyn's marriage Ch.01 By Dan57 from an idea by an anonymous reader Sherlyn's marriage turns less congenial than expected Note from the writer : when you send me a proposal for a plot, don't forget to leave an address for the reply. I may need further details about the story! * Mr. Gupta had recently decided to leave England for a while letting Joan and Riya free to cope with their respective husbands and taking with him just Susan. He wanted to know how his female staff would fare without supervision... Just before his departure to Mumbai, he received an unusual letter that pushed him to postpone his departure : a young English couple asked him his help, as they wanted to organize their marriage and their honeymoon in India. He has never planned running a tour operator in India for tourists but it could be a welcome diversification: the economic crisis had taken its toll in England and business was at a low level. The demand contained the phone number of the future bride and her address. Fortunately, it was near Mr. Gupta's house. Someone replied to his call : - Miss Marsham! How can I help you? - Hello, Miss Marsham. In fact, it's me who can help you! I'm Sir Gupta and you sent me a letter about your marriage project! - Oh my! Sir Gupta! I never thought an important businessman like you would really bother replying to my letter. I had stopped hoping for a reply from you. My previous contacts with Indian men in England met just polite interest if not direct rejection and I was thinking of abandoning our project and opt for a simple marriage here in England in the Cotswolds! - And abandon the idea of a dream marriage in a magic country, of living for a few weeks in sarees, of attending the Holi festivals, of watching a celebration on the Gange or attending your marriage in a traditional resort in Rajahstan, where you would have the central role? What a pity! - You think it would be actually possible? - Certainly but I would need to meet you to know your budget and your precise requirements. We want your honeymoon to be perfect! That was how Mr. Gupta managed a deal : be obsequious until the contract is signed then he could be ruthless with anything that had not been defined before hand: the final costs could excess by far the initial proposal with many additional fees : all modifications of the program would be fully paid by the demanding party ... But the first part would be to see how Miss Marsham looked : if she was as fat as an elephant or he just disliked her, Mr. Gupta would offer a steep price to discourage her or he would transfer the contract to someone else but if she was pretty, she would get a special service she had never envisioned. He had a fiendish grin when he thought what kind of accident would free him of the obnoxious fiancé!!! Mr. Gupta just told Miss Marsham that he was about to leave for Mumbai and stay there for twenty days or more! Did she want to meet him after his return or before his departure? Of course, miss Marsham wanted a meeting immediately. Her betrothed couldn't attend the meeting as he was travelling abroad. Miss Marsham agreed to meet Mr. Gupta on the next morning. He was as eager as his customer bur for different reasons : he wanted to discover if she met his expectations. He found her just stunning : she was tall and slender, with high cheek bones and an opulent bottom. She had an hourglass body and he decided that she was exactly the kind of women he fancied. He would do everything he could to add her to his little harem. She was so pretty that his old enemy, the prince Kyrhan would be surely interested but he wanted to be the only owner of this beauty... She could easily become a film star under his supervision, not the find of films in which Joan excelled now, of course! Mr. Gupta thought about the help he would need in this endeavor : why not Jodhaa? She would be invaluable as an example of a perfect submissive, ready to be fucked even in presence of her husband like the lowliest slut. Just a flick of his fingers would force her on her knees on the floor and she was also an expert in Indian clothes and customs? If Sherlyn wanted a real immersion in Indian traditional ways, she had to come along. Of course, he would also ask for the help of Mark. He would be the mentor of Sherlyn's boyfriend, tutoring him into total acceptance of his wife's flirtatious behavior but Gupta wanted in his bed someone like princess Kira, a dome with other women but at the total beck and call of a true dominant like himself. Mark did merely love sex With Jodhaa but not exclusively but he would quite likely complain to Kyrhan if Gupta worked him too hard. Gupta would have to stay quite afar from him. Kyrhan was really dangerous when he was furious. Attacking his friends would surely make him angry but he had no reason to come to the rescue of Sherlyn's future cuckold husband he didn't know at all. - Lady Jodhaa? I am sir Gupta! I would really need tour help on a short assignment : one of my friends want a dream marriage in India and I thought you would be the ideal person to school her and avoid clashes with the population... Would you consider my proposal? - Why not? What his her time schedule? As long as you don't try to subjugate Mark or me and you don't try to use us against the Prince, It would be just a question of discussing our fee! - Don't worry : they are a couple of English people who got an itch for exploring India. They have no connections to Kyrhan as far as I know! Thus, just a month later, Sherlyn arrived at Mumbai airport with her fiancé. While her future husband was received by Mr. Gupta and offered a tour of the city with Mark, his bride-to be was ushered away by Jodhaa who had accompanied Mr. Gupta at the airport. She had a garland of flowers ready to attach to Sherlyn's hair. Jodhaa greeted her guest. They had accepted easily Mr. Gupta's proposal as there were holidays at this moment in India and the business was low. Most of Mark's employees had chosen to go on vacations with their family to escape the searing heat. Jodhaa showed Sherlyn the beauties of the city. Sherlyn felt swiftly at home there as most buildings have been built in the English style : the Rajabai Clock Tower; Taj Mahal Hotel and the Gateway of India. Just the streets were crowded like nowhere in England. Jodhaa took then Sherlyn to the commercial malls for a buying spree. - First objective for you is to transform yourself into an Indian girl. You should look Indian, eat Indian food, wear Indian clothes and I will teach you a few Indian useful sentences. I want you to greet your fiancé with a few Indian words and a formal Namaste when you meet him this evening! - Just he doesn't know Hindi at all! - That is for the better : if you make some mistakes, he won't notice at all! We will also visit a famous beauty parlor to apply a tainted foundation cream : that will make your skin olive. Even your fiancé won't be able to recognize you among Indian girls... Would you like to try it now? - By all means! It's all so exciting : I am feeling like a spy! - The only danger would be to meet someone you don't know but who thinks he knows you! I don't want you to be kidnapped before your marriage! - God: It would be even more exciting : being kidnapped and probably raped during my honeymoon! I would make the headlines in the Sun. - Maybe but Mr. Gupta wouldn't find it so fun, I fear : he is a vicious man when he runs into problems! Here is the parlor... Hello, Vikash. This nice girl is one of my friends from London. She would like to be incognito here in Mumbai. Do you think it would be possible for you? - Let me see... Yes, it would be really simple : I would make her skin a bit darker : not too much, she doesn't want to look like a peasant in Madras! Upper class girls here often flee the sun to get a pale skin : it's more fashionable. I could also change the shape of her eyebrows with some mascara and eye liner and I would choose a darker shade for her hair : her mother would never recognize her! It's a pity she never let her hair grow really long but I can use extensions to wait for growth. Miss? - Yes, sir? - Call me just Vikash. You won't need to have your hair cut before two or three years until it grazes the floor! Just a shampoo and you let it dry with your hair hanging from your head! - OK, Vikash! Jodhaa gave Vikash the go ahead signal without asking for Sherlyn's opinion. She was the natural leader of their group and it was quite normal that the leader took decisions. Sherlyn should learn to obey without commenting as a true Indian bride should do. Sherlyn received then her first crash course in Hindi : she learned to say things like 'Hello, My name is Sherlyn. My husband is Bryan" and that sort of things. Meanwhile, Vikash really transformed Sherlyn. He applied make up on her face then helped her out of her saree. Then he smeared make up on the rest of her body, not forgetting the soles of her feet or the crack of her ass. But he kept joking with her when she was naked under his hands. Even Sherlyn found it strange she had never thought to rebel : Vikash's voice was soothing and efficiently dissolving her will. The fact that he was openly gay helped her to relax. Jodhaa thought that Mr. Gupta would have to work hard to imprint Indian ways of life on this girl! When Vikash showed Sherlyn her image in the mirror; she just couldn't recognize herself... - My boyfriend won't be able to recognize me! - Do you want to make a test? I could smuggle you in the suite where Mr. Gupta and my husband will be waiting for our return and let's see how they will react : just a provision : if they make a pass at you, you won't feel offended or anything! - Won't you if your Mark would play a pass at me? - We enjoy a very open marriage and we often invite other couples or girls in our bed! - Other guys as well? - Yes but only with me as an active participant. Mark is then rather passive taking the role of a voyeur as I ride the cock of another man or I suck and lick another girl-s pussy or nipples. Mr. Gupta has talked me while we waited for your plane about two of his friends : they are transsexuals! Two girls who have been guys and who would fool any one : he had fucked both of them and he thought they could fool anyone even stark naked in public and they always took pleasure servicing guys - What a horror ; they are eunuchs! - Basically, it is true but one of them had her pussy reconstructed and can easily accommodate a cock while the other one has had a successful vagina transplantation : she has now periods just like you or me and she had got pregnant from Mr. Gupta : the ultimate transformation for a guy! She has delivered twins by C-section three months ago : the mother and the twins are fine I was told and Joan, the mother is busy breast-feeding them! - A man? - No, a reconstructed girl! It isn't science fiction. Mr. Gupta proposed to make me meet both girls. If you are interested...... - That could be mind boggling! - It's a deal, then! Now, let's do some shopping and look for something to give you the appearance of an Indian girl. The chances are high then that your boyfriend won't mind if you kiss Mr. Gupta and he returns your kiss as nobody would recognize you. Let's make a bet : if your boyfriend doesn't find the scam, you won't reveal it to your boyfriend! - And let him rape me? - ... and let him fuck you! Rape implies some level of coercion and I promise there would be none! Jodhaa then led them to a shop where they found hundreds of superb sarees in different colors from simple cotton to the trendiest embroidered silk wedding sarees. Jodhaa made Sherlyn try a traditional red wedding saree with a piece of fabric covering her head. Sherlyn instinctively bowed her head down and tried to hide herself from view. Jodhaa laughed : - You got it! A shy innocent virgin Indian girl! Mr. Gupta will love to accompany you to the ceremony" - Just I am no longer a virgin!" - No problem : we have very skilled surgeons hereby: They would reconstruct a hymen in no time and you will stain your wedding sheets with your virginal blood like any decent bride should on her wedding night. Your will keep preciously the soiled sheets in a special locked box. It would be the symbol of your chastity before your marriage, a trophy to present to your children when they would become adults! - But it would be a pure lie! - Who cares? I have had my hymen stitched it when I officially married prince Kyrhan and I did it again later for my American husband Mark and when I married my Indian husband Dinu. That just excited them all for the night and that is what a bride wants : a long night of unending couplings with screaming climaxes and I have had more than my share of it with bulls like Kyrhan, Mark and Dinu. Imagine that they want to make a party for my wedding anniversary each year and they absolutely want to fuck me the whole night with my wedding saree on and I have three wedding anniversaries to attend on the same year! - You seem to have a series of wild lovers! Didn't you wish to stay faithful to one of them in particular? - Why in hell? One of my friends who is married has ongoing affairs with her father, her son in law and two uncles, one on her mother's side and one from her husband's family. None of them has ever met another of her lovers. She never feels guilty about it. Indian people are often very horny and carnal relations are taken just quietly! You just avoid to be caught in public! Jodhaa then presented Sherlyn a choice of magnificent embroidered silk sarees, each with matching cholis. They were what are called bikini cholis, just adequate for the weather they had in July : very hot and sunny : it would remain so until the monsoon rains. Sherlyn marveled in front of the superb fabric. She couldn't make her choice but Jodhaa helped her to choose a violet one with bands of gold that suited her the best. Jodhaa had a good eye of what would make a girl prettier. It was her interest as she had developed a fad for this English woman. She just couldn't wait to make her meet her close friend Preeti. They would teach her everything a girl should know nowadays in society... And Sherlyn would also be initiated to deal with several men : not like anything she had done with her betrothed only. It was not possible to be so prude in a modern society!!! Jodhaa would favor a gangbang with Gwanendra's patrolmen. After that, Sherlyn would have her knowledge complete. But with the people at hand, Mark would be a very good teacher for Sherlyn and Mr. Gupta would be the final test : Sherlyn was too pretty to let her future husband enjoy her body freely and selfishly. Jodhaa had disliked the man on their first contact! It would teach him a lesson to become a cuckold during his honeymoon... Jodhaa taught Sherlyn how to arrange a saree. She tied it low on her hips, exhibiting nicely her navel and her waist. She put on a saree herself and modeled for her pupil the different ways to wear it. Then Jodhaa pulled it completely off and told Sherlyn to pull it on back. She lowered it on her hips until she was satisfied... Sherlyn adjusted her bikini choli to offer the visitors a nice view on her deep cleavage : Mark and Gupta would be extremely fond of it. One thing was sure : Sherlyn felt completely at ease with her new garments. Jodhaa picked up a Mandal Sutra, toe rings, a head piece, very heavy earrings, a golden belt and a series of bangles : now, Sherlyn could appear in public. She would put on some of these items only after her marriage and she would wait now for it anxiously. - That is nearly perfect for the moment ; you really look Indian. I am sure you will be the center of attention on the street or at the hotel when you will wear a bindi : it's a small decorative object glued on your forehead like this one. Ah you will also need some sandals : there are many pebbles in the streets! Jodhaa kept her saree to walk to the hotel chosen by Mr. Gupta. Just she told Sherlyn not to bother with knickers. She knew Gupta too well and he wouldn't need to wait sixty minutes before he tried to probe her pussy with his cock and thirty minutes more before he would have her arms encircling his neck and his cock deeply embedded in her pussy. After just a twenty minutes walk, Sherlyn seemed as totally at ease as if she had lived in Mumbai wearing a saree all her life. She now moved her bottom like most girls in the street not lasciviously but prettily? The porter at the hotel entrance spoke to her in Hindi, thinking she was a local. Jodhaa and Sherlyn giggled at his mistake and saw it as a good omen for their endeavor : - Now let us see how Mr. Gupta reacts! Don't forget : whatever he or Mark will do to you, I want you to take it with a smile! You are no more a tourist on a visit to a foreign country, you are an Indian girl on a walk in the most industrious city of your country; Sir Gupta searched for Sherlyn, not recognizing her : - Where have you left Miss Marsham? - Relax! She is at the hair dresser. I will go and fetch her in an hour. I met a girl I know : Bappa Chatterjee. I thought you would like to meet her! - By all means! It's always a pleasure to meet a pretty girl! Nobody seemed to recognize Sherlyn at first sight but Mr. Gupta stood up ; a sure sign of his interest : how would the girl react if he got too familiar? Mr. Gupta complimented Sherlyn : - It's not too frequent nowadays to find a girl wearing the saree like a princess. You know that one of my acquaintances is a true Maharajah : one of the few who are still wealthy. He has built a full harem for him and you would rival with the girls there! Sherlyn blushed under the implied compliment but didn't balk. They ware reaching the breaking up moment. Mr. Gupta put his arm around Sherlyn's waist and became even more talkative : - Have you visited Maharashtra? It's the region around Mumbai! - No. I am here for the first time... - Then I would love to show you the places of importance. I have customers who want to marry following Indian customs but I would love to take personal care of you! He placed his hand on Sherlyn's forearm in a rather possessive gesture . Jodhaa felt that their scam had reached its limit but she was surprised when she heard Sherlyn quietly asking if she could have a drink with Mr. Gupta alone...Gupta was quite interested by the unexpected overture. He seized the opportunity to snake his hand around Sherlyn's waist, caressing her tummy with his hand as if they were intimate. Surprisingly, Sherlyn reacted by placing her hand on Mr. Gupta's shoulder. Her eyes met Jodhaa's but there was no adverse reaction... A smile formed on her mentor's face as Sherlyn's lips reached for his. It was against Indian traditional customs as they were not married and her future husband was resting in his bedroom but she just felt it was just what she really needed. A minute later, their arms were entwined and they were exchanging kisses with more and more urgency. Jodhaa watched them and nodded : that wasn't her problem if Mr. Gupta was busy destroying the marriage he had organized. He closed the door behind him to obtain the requested privacy and Sherlyn hung herself to his neck, not caring about the consequences but her pussy was pulsating between her legs ; she drew Gupta to her and completely lost control : Mr. Gupta could do with her just as he wanted! Mr. Gupta had no problem entering her : She was certainly no virgin and the surgeon's help would be requested. Behind the closed door, Mr. Gupta intended to show Sherlyn what an Indian man could do. He bunched her saree around her hips without opposition. Then he pushed her onto her bed. She just crooned encouragements... Mr. Gupta then carefully aimed his rigid long cock toward her pussy. Sherlyn wrapped her legs around his body and without leaving her any time to collect her wits, he gently pushed into her. Sherlyn never tried to offer him any resistance ; she just emitted a huge groan of satisfaction when she felt him sliding deeply into her pussy. He banged repeatedly against her cervix and finally went through that thin barrier, a trick he had learned from prince Khyran. He looked at his new girl friend : she had told him before his flight that she would be in her most fertile period and unprotected to have her first baby conceived in Indian territory... She just seemed to have forgotten this little difficulty But Mr. Gupta didn't care : he had just slightly modified the scenario : her baby would be conceived in Indian territory by an Indian man and not by an English man!!! Sherlyn's Marriage Ch. 02 By Dan57 from an idea by an anonymous reader Bipasha had rapidly adopted her new name and the total control of her body by Mr. Gupta. He just told her who to fuck and when and her acceptance was mandatory : she was reduced to the role of a perfect slave but she drew a deep satisfaction from her situation ; she was fucked by Mr. Gupta at least twice a day, occasionally three times and Bryan had never been so much interested by her. Her relations with her boyfriend were also to be put to the credit of her unusual situation : Bryan could enter her almost every day but he was prevented from ever coming inside her. That could be seen as highly frustrating but it prevented him from using his strength too much. In fact, as now he never was allowed to ejaculate, he was always horny like hell and sported a perpetual hard on, a fact he was insanely proud of. Even Bipasha fondled Bryan's cock whenever they were alone and sucked him sometimes until he filled her mouth with his cum. They both knew that was nothing but a tease but it helped prepare her for real sessions with Mr. Gupta. He was always more demanding : his new fad was having two girls in the same bed fondling his balls and licking them : one had just been fucked and helped the other one accommodating Mr. Gupta raging manhood. Bipasha couldn't imagine how she had made with just Bryan's cock. He was just a teaser, a wimp but Mr. Gupta was certainly a true man! He had a huge boner that measured twelve inches in its full glory while Bryan barely reached nine inches. Bryan barely reached her cervix while her owner would be massaging nicely the back walls of her womb. The first time he had entered her and she had felt that intimate caress, she had been in heaven and couldn't wait to feel that exquisite sensation again? Bryan was nothing more than what he was : a teaser, an interesting appetizer for games he would never be invited to! Bryan had occasionally tried to fuck her just after she had been serviced by Mr. Gupta but to his absolute shame, he had not been able to make her cum with his tiny young boy's cock. Gupta told her one day he wanted Bipasha's mother to attend their wedding. He would pay for her expenses. She was more than happy to phone to her mother. The preparation for her Indian marriage were nearly finished and Bipasha felt now less appealing the perspective of getting married to a man with such a puny cock. Her only hope if Mr. Gupta found her not sufficiently attractive would be for her to be prostituted in the slums around Mumbai; she had discussed with girls and dancers invited by her boss to perform in front of him and they had said that there were many other well endowed guys especially among the Dalits, the generally despised category of menial workers. Gupta had taught her not to speak with a Dalit but she didn't feel concerned by such meaningless customs : wasn't the prime Minister an educated Dalit? Bipasha hadn't noticed that Gupta's schooling was beginning to influence her ideas. She occasionally launched into conversation with the hotel people or with Mr. Gupta in Hindi and her vocabulary was growing steadily. Gupta started to bring back women's magazines and she found them more and more interesting as she mastered the language better...For her Master, the process of Bipasha's cultural surrender was already well advanced! The moment chosen by Mr. Gupta had arrived : today Bipasha would become legally Bryan's wife. Mr. Gupta had offered a good bribe to someone in the administration to give Bipasha a legal existence. She would marry an English man and, thus, would be allowed to enter the European community and even find a work there. The ceremony strictly followed the Indian customs including the lavish party. Gupta seemed to have many friends in India, even in the lowliest categories of people. The guests seemed to be fascinated by Bipasha's light olive skin and her shyness. They were merely surprised to see the marked interest from Gupta : he could have been the groom and not the sponsor of the event. Bipasha danced for him several times : she had been practicing oriental dances in Coventry for six years and she had adapted to Bollywood dancing quite easily... What seemed strange was that she danced with Bryan with less fervor than with Gupta as if she was more attracted to the Indian businessman... She chatted almost everyday with her mother when Mr. Gupta didn't interfere. He invited her to restaurants and encouraged her to learn Hindi with her daughter. He even accompanied Marcia to the shop where Bipasha had bought her wedding saree and he returned with five different ones. To Bipasha's surprise, they weren't simple sarees (a widow should wear a white one) but hers were really colorful but she wasn't surprised when Mr. Gupta pushed Marcia to wear exclusively those sarees. He was .openly scheming again but Bipasha couldn't understand what he was wanting. Once they had been officially married, Jodhaa attached to her neck the gold Mangalsutra with a shining diamond offered by Bryan but it was Gupta who arranged it on her neck, who placed the toe rings and who placed the red mark on her forehead that proclaimed her a married woman. Even more surprisingly, Gupta entered just behind them in the nuptial suite. He helped her out of her garments : a saree and a bikini choli but no knickers, not even a traditional loin cloth. In fact, Bipasha had her pussy totally uncovered during the whole ceremony! It was perfectly shaven without a single hair and her pussy lips were puffed and red. They had accommodated a short dildo for five days since they had left the clinic after Bipasha's surgery. She was now a certified virgin and Bryan would have the privilege of deflowering her. At least, that was what he had bragged to her. In truth, as usual he would just pave the way for Gupta. He would just enter her by an inch, just enough to open her pussy lips and prepare for her Master's glorious entry but not to burst through her reconstructed hymen. Mr. Gupta followed intently Bryan's penetration and told him it was enough; he could now retire to the bathroom and wait there to be summoned by their master after the deed had been done! Gupta gently mounted Bipasha and found without difficulty her pussy hole with its red and swollen lips. The dildo had been a vibrating one and her pussy was filled with her love juices... Gupta pulled back a little and carefully aimed his cock to the centre of her hole. He stopped for a minute to savor the situation and kiss Bipasha : -Ready to receive your man, darling? -More than ready, Master. I am fed up with this stupid abstinence. You could have popped my cherry long ago! I wanted nothing else after the surgery. -No I wanted the stitches to heal perfectly. Defloration would be more memorable and will produce a more important bleeding now. Remember that it has always been my wish! -Yes, master I know that your wishes are my orders but I also know that my screams will be heard through the bathroom door and Bryan will know that you have deflowered and fucked me. -That is the purpose of a marriage, isn't it? -Yes but usually it's the husband who is expected to deflower the bride, not the best man! -Things change nowadays! Now prepare for the most important dance of your life: your mating dance! -You perfectly know that the tests showed I am already pregnant, that this is just a meaningless hoax. -I don't think it's meaningless : it's just symbolic : you now belong to me and you will carry my children! -Yes, Master! Now you may own your female, Master! She is waiting at your pleasure! -It's not polite to leave a woman waiting! Your dreams will be fulfilled, NOW!!!! Gupta just pulled back by a quarter of an inch before charging forward. The assault was so brutal that all the stitches broke at the same time. Bipasha emitted a cry of despair as she felt a defloration far harder than her initial one. A flow of blood gushed out from her pussy and soiled Gupta's cock. He would have given half his fortune if it had been princess Kira who now squirmed under his weight, neatly impaled on his cock but he hadn't lost his hopes! He fucked Bipasha a long time, more to keep her blood flowing than to give her more pleasure. She had wrapped her legs around his waist in a death grip and she had cummed she didn't remember how many times. But Gupta was already forming new schemes to expand his little harem. His first victim would be Bipasha's mother : she was still rather sexy and would make a perfect partner for Bryan. It was better if a guy was a friend of his mate's mother but he intended to pick a large part of this flower if she was that pretty and if she failed to meet his expectations, he could just prostitute her to Indian men in the town slums ; they wouldn't be so regarding! Gupta led Bipasha to a road with a thick railing on the side. He bent her on top of it and hastily lifted the hem of her saree. According to his instructions, she had omitted to wear panties underneath. He filled her waiting pussy with his hard cock. A few interested men just glanced toward the audacious couple. Gupta just lifted her saree higher until her boobs were uncovered; the people around them just gasped and made no comments. Gupta fucked Bipasha to his leisure. He then pulled out of her pussy and offered the voyeurs to take his place. Hearing that, she tried to stand up and protest but he pushed her back on the railing without letting her regain some composure. He then forced her on her four? Bipasha yelled in revolt but Mr. Gupta ordered Marcia to give him her knickers. He shoved them in the girl's mouth, silencing her completely. He forced her to stay prone as the different spectators took turns fucking her. She was weeping in shame but Mr. Gupta let the four of them use her body as they wanted. Gupta had other ideas for his two captives. He bunched Marcia's saree around her waist and started to ram his hard cock alternatively in her pussy and her ass. Marcia never tried to disengage from his hands. She loved to be used that brutally by a true man. Her late husband had never made her cum so royally. She received his cock in her pussy or her bum with equal fortitude. Once more, Gupta offered the four men to take his place in Marcia's pussy and ass. They didn't need to be told twice! Marcia was in heaven as she enjoyed being shared by these quite virile men. She seemed to really enjoy all these men's attentions and she roared in ecstasy. Gupta caught it and spoke to the woman : -If you want, I may offer you a permanent job... -As a street whore working for you? -Just an idea! It's a job that seems to suit you perfectly ; you're a natural slut and you'll earn your living with pleasure! -What if I am fed up with staying with my feet to the ceiling? -No problem you give me a half of everything you will have earned and you just send me your resignation and I will send you your return ticket post haste! But I am pretty sure that once you have tried it seriously, you may enjoy it too much and become addicted to it and you, too, Bipasha! -Never! It would be against anything I think! -Good! If you don't want to be a nice girl, we will try crude strength! Marcia! Your application is accepted but you first job will be to tie your daughter to the railings so her customers could fuck her without opposition. You will need to gag her as I don't want her to call for the cops until she is tamed. Bryan is going to distribute condoms as I don't want Bipasha or you, Marcia, to be contaminated with HIV... and collect the fees for your sexual services. I really trust him! I want you to entertain me and my guests in the future when you will have accepted your fate... Having your husband distributing the condoms for men to fuck his wife transformed into a cheap whore will be an absolute pleasure for me! Don't you look forward for it, Bipasha? I will find a bedroom for you in a German brothel when we return to Europe. The fees will be higher but I will decide how much you ask for your services and how much you should earn. If you don't make the money I have decided, Bryan will flog your pussy and your ass... Believe me : you will think it's a hellish punishment! But after two weeks of such a treatment, I'm quite sure you will do your best to satisfy your customers and you will do even more on week-ends to satisfy me, that is sure! You will walk about totally naked in my mansion and let any man watch freely all the treasures you normally hide under your clothes! We will go for summer vacations to a beach for naturists and your only duty would be never to say no to any man : me, Bryan, the postman, the neighbor or any tourist! Bipasha tried to buck and fight but Bryan and Marcia were just too strong for her. In no time, she was stripped naked and bound to the bed posts. Marcia discussed with the first interested man : a simple lowly Dalit! Just Marcia verified he was sufficiently well endowed to give Bipasha a nice fuck. They were in a not very rich district, so she couldn't charge a huge sum for each fuck : 500 Indian rupees (about nine dollars for a standard fuck), six hundred for her ass and nine hundred for the complete service : ass, pussy and mouth but she didn't propose it to the first fifty customers : Bipasha wasn't fully an obedient whore still and would put a fight if she was not gagged. Marcia's daughter started to squirm in her bonds but Marcia soon understood she just started to enjoy her new job. She was cumming as she was fucked! Marcia decided that the next customer could use her mouth if he wanted and Bipasha gave him a superb blow job. Marcia removed her bonds progressively and Bipasha never revolted. She even finished without any bonds and seemed dejected when she serviced her last customer! They returned late to Mr. Gupta's hotel with a little more than fifty thousand rupees and Bipasha had offered a complete service to the manager of the seedy hotel where Bipasha had spent her first night as a whore. He didn't ask for any payment but the promise to return. Bipasha took off her saree under which she wore no undies and she narrated her owner the different events of the night. Gupta was so much satisfied that je allowed them all to share his bedroom and ordered drinks for him and Bryan. Marcia and Bipasha were engaged into a fierce 69 that prevented them from drinking anything. When they had finished, Gupta decided he would fuck Bipasha while Bryan could own her mother. As Bipasha had been bred and he didn't care about Marcia, the two men didn't use condoms. If Marcia could still carry a baby, it was just a matter of time until she was pregnant as Bryan filled her to the brim with his seed! Jodhaa and Mark were awakened by the noise in the adjoining room. They came to inquire. Mr. Gupta gave them the money Bipasha had earned, saying it was just an advance and the two women would complete the payment in the next days but if they wanted, they could have a payment on account enjoying the two girls. Mark was not interested by Marcia but Bipasha was young and pretty. Jodhaa put on a strap on dildo shaped on Prince Kyrhan's mammoth cock to fuck her pussy why Mark buggered her to his leisure. Bipasha cummed like a queen on Kyrhan's prick. Jodhaa commented she could enter the Prince's harem with honors. Meanwhile Gupta and Bryan shared Marcia as they wished... She helped them as much as she could and her screams of pleasure resonated in the building... During the next days, both Bipasha and Marcia worked as whores in double shifts to earn the money promised to Jodhaa and Mark. They took just a week for it and their visitors left to return home. Mark promised to look for ways to free Bipasha from Gupta's control. He was sure the Prince would like her and admit her in his harem... Of course, before they left, Sir Gupta organized a big party where Jodhaa and Bipasha were the queens of the night. The men took turns fucking them in all possible ways. Sir Gupta was the host and chose Jodhaa first. He fucked her pussy then turned to Bipasha and chose her ass. He had to grease his cock three times before he gained entry. Jodhaa made a few derogative comments about his talents in bed: certainly the prince would have been able to prepare her for a full plunge into her ass without these extra lubrications and he was bigger than Gupta! They couldn't wait to retrieve the prince who would give Jodhaa a nice fuck from a true man who really cared for her! Bipasha had now all the attention of the remaining men, Gupta and Bryan. She stretched luxuriously on the lawn facing Mr. Gupta. She offered him a nice view on her legs she had ostensibly bared and her pussy which soon became very wet. Gupta didn't miss the wet spot on her saree and he developed an impressive hard on that Bipasha knew it would need a release pretty soon. Gupta took out of a drawer a steel collar he locked around Bipasha's throat. Through this gesture, he marked her as belonging to his harem. He attached a similar collar around Susan's neck and even Marcia's. He would have loved to do the same thing to Leena but she already belonged to Kyrhan and wasn't ready to renounce her allegiance to her Indian Master! Gupta had a dream of locking such a collar around Kira's neck but he already knew she would kill herself rather than submit to him! He grabbed her by the neck and forced her to kneel at his feet. He had until then kept his feelings in check but his old tendencies of total domination resurfaced easily. He drew her toward his huge cock until the tip of his manhood came in contact with her lips. Bipasha must have been nearly at his beck and call as she didn't make a fuss about it and dropped a kiss on its tip. Gupta didn't falter from this act of allegiance. She even slowly opened her mouth to accept as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. She went as far as letting it slide in and out as she obediently sucked. Then Gupta grabbed her by the hair and knelt at her feet. She gasped at this sudden unexpected devotion when she realized that his tongue was now level to her pussy lips. When he started licking and sucking, she moaned plaintively, totally enthralled by his skill. He was driving her crazy. She reached her first screaming climax. Gupta continued steadily his ministrations until Bipasha fell on the floor into a heap. He told her in his no discussion allowed tone that he wanted now to fuck her nice little pussy with his big cock. He pressed his swollen cock head against her pussy. He pushed harder, and her pussy lips gradually gave way. Bipasha screamed because it really hurt as she hadn't been ready to play with sir Gupta. She always needed a rather long foreplay before letting such a huge piece of meat enter her but when his cock had found its place deep in her belly, she relaxed rapidly. It even felt really good when it was fully buried in her wet pussy that had been once a tiny valley between her legs and now gaped open after Sir Gupta's forceful entry. He had stretched her so big that it would take quite a long time to return to its former narrowness and if Mr. Gupta continued to use her regularly as it seemed his intent, it would be hopeless. He started to move his huge cock and his impressive balls in and out, faster and faster. She screamed in ecstasy now while he fucked her brains out. When he exploded deep in her pussy, she was past screaming and could just moan incoherently as he filled her pussy with his cum. - Don't worry : it's just the beginning. In a few months, your pussy will have adjusted to my girth and you'll be able to receive me without foreplay of any kind. I may even have a dido molded on my cock prepared for Bryan so you could discover the joys of double penetration by your lord and Master! Don't you look forward for it? Imagine this large cock thrusting in your bowels while a similar one would ravage your tonsils or explore your pussy but I wouldn't want to place my offspring to any risk there! I will wait you have delivered your baby before trying to fist fuck you! Sherlyn's Marriage Ch. 03 By dan57 and Riya Riya felt edgy these days : Sir Gupta had been travelling abroad for now more than two months. He was busy training his new fuck toy, Sherlyn now transformed into an Indian slut by their boss. Riya resented the absence of a real man at their office : he would have taken decisions and stuck to them while girls were usually ready for tortuous arrangements with reality in order to have everyone happy. The manager of an important supermarket near Bristol had resigned and his two assistants were waging a war to obtain the job. Sir Gupta would have summoned the two managers, and told them that their little feud had to stop or they both would be fired. Sir Gupta loved to show that he was the boss and had total power on his underlings. It was old-fashioned management in the nineteenth century style but Riya knew it worked fairly well but now Sir Gupta was really missing them. There was no war between Riya and Joan but they really needed a good fuck to keep them in line! Riya had had to admit reluctantly that two transgender former men like Joan and herself had rapidly adopted the tendencies of women and needed the firm direction of a true man! OK they were certainly smarter than most men in the company but they just lacked the will to break opposition! Sulay was a nice guy but Joan lacked the interest for partner sharing displayed by their boss. It had been strange : Joan was quite eager to be shared by Mr Gupta and her legitimate husband but she didn't want to share Sulay even with her close friend... Riya could have been deeply stressed but she had not been deprived of pussy, as Joan was ready to play with Riya any time. She often wore very flimsy sarees that revealed easily her petticoat and recently, she had begun to wear see through petticoat under which she frequently omitted to wear knickers! She often put on a dupatta or a shawl above her saree to walk to the office but she peeled it off when she was arrived and looked nearly naked even on some business errands. Sir Gupta would have probably enjoyed this shamelessness and taken advantage of it by fucking Joan in every rest room in the building but he wasn't there and Joan and Riya now openly flirted around, lifting the hem of their sarees above their waist to flash their pussy and bum to their friend and trying to get some ventilation to their hot pussies but Joan's main objective had been clearly to flash her pussy, her ass or sometimes her tits to Riya or occasionally to any of their colleagues, male or female. She had become rather depraved after her surgery and even Riya was sometimes shocked by her lewdness! Joan had progressively become more and more sexually aggressive, daring Riya to lick her wide spread pussy or offering her to use a large dildo she had in her bag and that was covered by her love juices she dispensed liberally since she had become a fully functional female. That had been a small but very important advantage Joan had had with regard to Riya. Sir Gupta was looking continuously for a similar transplantation to the benefit of Riya but had found no donor so far. As usual with Sir Gupta, he had never inquired about what the girl really wanted : his will was the basic law in his company and neither Joan nor Riya had the nerve to oppose to him? He was the lord and master of their small group like prince Kyrhan in his palace but where Kyrhan looked for their common welfare of every one, what mattered for Gupta was just his selfish whimsy... With such lewd assaults on her relatively shy habits, Riya had swiftly changed her stance. She had switched to equally daring outfits : a transparent saree, not the bronze or smoky ones worn by Joan to tease her colleague but something openly lewd, showing off blatantly that she hadn't put on anything under her petticoat. The number of visitors from the other services had greatly soared after the beginning of this competition. Joan had responded by wearing fancy jewels at the office : head pieces, very long and heavy earrings, deepening the cleavage between her breasts to display more openly her mangalsutra with diamonds inlays she had manipulated Sulay into offering her. She had been aware that headpieces were only worn by Muslim women but she never felt concerned. Gupta had her attend religious ceremonies in temples but she had never adhered to it. Joan had to pay for this little victory on Riya, of course, as Sulay had invited her to a well known restaurant before taking her to a drive in cinema. Indian people are extremely fond of pictures and they may be rather long. Sulay often took his wife to this cinema since she spoke fluently Hindi But it was merely a pretext to fill every hole of her body with his sperm. Joan had felt it was her wife duty to satisfy her man. As usual, Joan had been unable to follow the film as she had spent most of the time on her knees on the floor, sucking off her husband with his thighs pressed around her ears? But at this moment, Sulay was happy and that was what only mattered for a loving wife. When the projection was finished, the spectators had left slowly but Sulay had stayed in their car, savouring a last blowjob from Joan. She always marvelled with the volume of sperm Sulay could produce in a single day. If she was able to deliver her babies as women do, she knew she would have a baby from him each year. She knew Gupta had discussed with the surgeons on possible ways to modify her pelvis, but they had reached no conclusion so far. Surgery would need to cut her pelvis in two and widen it to allow the head of the baby to be expelled. It would mean months at the hospital. Then Sulay had ordered Joan out of the car. She had prostrated as he has ordered her to do on the bonnet of the car and she had dutifully pulled on her ass cheeks hard to give him a perfect view on her holes like a loving slut. He had chosen where he would impale her with his raging manhood. Joan really enjoyed these moments of total surrender when she had no control on their relation! She loved to feel totally used by a superior will! Her former status of conquering male was completely forgotten now! Sulay had buggered her with vigour and she had deeply enjoyed his strength even though her screams of ecstasy were blurred by plaintive moans of excruciating pain from her abused bottom as he had not used grease or any lubricant in his haste and he had rammed his cock into her ass with no foreplay. She had to confess she had been as eager as her husband as sex had become now the central part of her life... It hadn't been so when she had been married to Susan. She had been satisfied with just a fuck or a blowjob every day! With Sulay, she had been ready for a dozen assaults every day. It had felt as if he had entered her with red-hot iron shoved into her bowels but Joan like Riya was now accustomed to Mr Gupta's dominance : he was their undisputed master and his sex drive was overpowering. He could treat them as hard as he wanted! They were, in fact, his slaves and they just couldn't imagine fighting his domination. They loved him for his brutality and wanted nothing more from him! This feeling had run from Mr Gupta into his puppet. Any whimsy from Gupta or Sulay met absolute submission immediately. When Sulay had told her he wanted to share her with other men, she had dutifully displayed her pussy to some of his friends before kneeling at their feet to give them a nice blow job before tuning around to offer one of them her ass while she opened her legs to receive another one in her pussy and a third one in her mouth while she pumped two of them with her hands. Sulay's remaining friend had watched intently as she had no place for him but he had been rewarded of his patience as she pressed hard her huge tits around his cock until he had covered her tits with his cream. Joan had then licked her breasts clean while Sulay used her back passage that was now well lubricated! Two days later, Sulay was in another city visiting friends. Joan and Riya had decided to share a lunch at their work place? Riya had announced she would prepare the meal and Joan was eager for it ; Riya was a far better cook than she was although Joan took courses to please her husband and she made interesting progress. Gupta had recently told Joan to prepare food for a business lunch with six guests. She had peeled vegetables and prepared all the dishes. Joan had served the guests stark naked for the seven men's enjoyment. Gupta had forced them to describe how she had prepared the food with sir Gupta pushing a finger in her ass and two other ones in her pussy. He had made her climax just after she had explained them what she had prepared for dessert. She had been the dessert for these seven men! Riya had placed in the office fridge a large basket but she had forbidden Joan to peek. Riya called for silence to make an announcement. Joan obeyed and listened intently. -I have decided to prepare you a dietetic lunch with vegetables only! Riya opened her basket : there were cucumbers, turnips, zucchini, radishes and big asparagus. All these vegetables were clean but raw. Joan seemed puzzled by the choice of her friend. -But, Riya; these vegetables are raw ; how can we eat them? -Cooking them would have reduced their interest! You may still ingest them without eating them! -Beg your pardon, Riya but I don't understand -If I must explain you everything! Look closer at these vegetables : I have chosen them carefully for you with a precise use in mind! Let's see if you are clever enough to discover it without other clues! Joan made an obvious effort of concentration; then her face brightened ; she laughed out loud and said triumphantly: -These vegetables look like small cocks and as they are raw, we could push them in our fuck holes and masturbate with them! -Congratulations, Joan. I have prepared for you several of each kind of these vegetables. Do you know why? -I would say that you intend to use them in other places than in a pussy and you fear contamination if they are used in our asses. -You have found it all? Now you can test the rigidity of these natural dildos. You will tell me how much you have enjoyed this experience. Riya suggested Joan to try the zucchini first : they were nearly the size of Sulay's cock. Of course, Mr Gupta was bigger but reminding them of his absence wouldn't have been fair : so, she abstained from it, pushing back her sorrow deep in her heart. She had wrapped the peeled vegetable in a condom : it would slide smoothly into the chosen hole. Riya had a second series ready in her basket : they were bigger ones to be used into a warm pussy or ass. Riya had the firm intention to keep hers all the afternoon and return with it at home. There she would peel the condom and eat it with gusto straight from inside her belly. She was quite sure Joan would do the same! Riya inserted the vegetable in her pussy. It fitted nicely into her hole and it gave her almost the same pleasure, as Sulay would do. There was another one wrapped in a condom too. This one was meant for her ass as starters. She moaned when she inserted it and she groaned when she shoved it as deep as she could into her back passage! The sphincter yielded with no difficulty. She wondered whether she was still wide enough to receive Sir Gupta. He would come back soon and he would be rather horny. She didn't want to disappoint him! She decided to prepare for his return by inserting first the big zucchinis in both her holes and then the unpeeled cucumbers that would almost equal Sir Gupta's enormous diameter! She wanted to try these monstrous dildos on herself and keep them the whole day to ream herself properly and prepare for the return of her Master! He had a trunk like the god Ganesh and she wanted it deep in her holes. What she had gathered from Mr Gupta's short phone contact was that she would have to compete with other girls in their household. Her master's virility was not at stake as he could have easily satisfied a good dozen of girls, just it would reduce the time he could share with them : a threesome was nice allowing the girl to recover after a steamy encounter and ensuring a good balance of genders but a foursome was more demanding, mostly in the present case for the girls! They discarded the zucchini and Riya fumbled in her basket and yelled in triumph : she had retrieved the radishes. She said that they would try something to stretch their pussy and ass hole : white radishes? Their shapes were similar to carrots, just much bigger. Shoving them into their tender twats or ass holes would be quite easy at the beginning but would get more difficult later when they would try to push them deeper in their holes. Joan tried to sit directly on her radish to get it deeper in her ass hole but she had to abandon her efforts after gaining just six inches. She turned toward Joan and playfully started to move her radish in and out of her friend's pussy. The outside end of the radish, complete with its leaves made a very useful handle as the rest of the vegetable was made slippery by her love juices. Riya felt a pang of jealousy : Joan was so lucky to have benefited from a full transplant ; ovaries, womb and pussy. She could forget she had been a man and enjoy fully her life as a girl apart from the medicine cocktail she had to take every day to prevent rejection of her transplant but aside from it, she was a functional female who could carry babies, who became wet when she was used, who had her monthly periods and had to wear tampons or any similar things. She made a prayer to the gods for her master to find a suitable womb for her too! She imagined herself taking a walk in a park with Joan and they had both a very pregnant belly. Their Master had knocked them up on the same day on the same bed and the other girl had helped him to penetrate one another. They would carry their babies until delivery through the normal way. Then they would breast feed their babies like any woman. That was a dream but a very pleasant one for both of them! A scream suddenly pulled Riya out of her dream. Joan had reached her climax and as always got very noisy. If Sir Gupta had been there, he would have plunged his magnificent hard cock into her throat and that was sufficient to stifle her screams. By the way, Joan had stopped screaming. She opened her eyes to find what was wrong and opened wide eyes in surprise : a massive body she knew so well was among them in the bed and was plunging his cock into Joan's throat. She yelled in delight ; Sir Gupta was there again! She hugged closely against his massive torso, unable to realize he was there among the loving girls of his small harem. By the way, where was Sherlyn; now Bipasha, who had kept him from the embraces and the kisses of his loving women? Sir Gupta must have read in her mind as he told her : -I left her at the hairdresser : she couldn't appear in front of her sisters without a new saree and new heavy earrings. Her mother Marcia is accompanying her. She will also enter our household as my concubine. They are both now pregnant from my deeds. I hope you will greet them according to their new status... -Of course, Master : we will greet any girl you have blessed with your seed and we will welcome her in our beds! Joan intervened ; -I totally agree with Riya. I just hope she has nothing against trans gender people and will love girl-to-girl action as in most harems. -Certainly : we shared nearly all the days the same bed and I can tell you she wasn't shy when she opened her legs for Marcia or Marcia for her daughter. About her, I think she needs an Indian name and I've decided you would choose it. It should help mutual appreciation! Both Riya and Joan blushed in pride : -We thank you for this proof of your trust, Master. We will try to make you proud of us. May I suggest you also give Joan an Indian name? She has craved for it for months now! Besides, it would help us appearing as a normal family in life... -I will consider your proposal and give you my answer in a week or so. My first inclination would be for Aruna for Joan and Neha for Marcia. What do you think of it, Joan? -Oh Aruna would suit me perfectly! It felt so strange when I went to the doctor for my pregnancy control (I had chosen an Indian doctor on Sir Gupta's orders), speaking with him in Hindi and telling him my name was Joan that sounds terribly English! At least, it would feel easier for me! -As I am pretty sure that Neha won't object, I suggest we decide to use your new names from this moment! And anyone who is caught using your old names or speaking English will face a stiff penalty : a one hour walk in the street stark naked under her saree and her petticoat. Only item of clothing accepted : a bikini choli! -Even in winter? -Especially in winter when it will be freezing! And if you are too cold, just tell me so! I have a good cane to warm up your backside and my swing is still pretty good! You will appreciate it some day! I have used it on Princess Kira herself! -Good gracious ; a crime of lese-majesty, no less and you don't seem to be ashamed of your misdeeds! -Why? A princess who misbehaves should be punished and the penalty should be the double from what a commoner should face! -You are right, Sir Gupta! As usual, you see to our needs better than we do! -Besides, I have seen the sarees on the back of your seats. They are quite indecent! I definitely forbid you to wear such transparent clothes out of my presence but they will be mandatory when you are at home, even in presence of strangers! Is that understood, Riya and you, Joan? -Your desires are our orders, Sir Gupta! -But you just failed to follow my orders : Joan doesn't exist any more. She has been replaced by Aruna! It's the first time you made such a mistake : so, I will be lenient this time and condemn you just to a spanking by hand followed by a punitive ass penetration : I've been told that the last one was really painful : that implies that I didn't bugger you sufficiently hard these days! I will rectify my errors immediately! I don't want you to suffer from my faults... Aruna was in heaven : she had been given, at last, an Indian name. She could now speak proudly with the other Indian girls in the neighbourhood! Sir Gupta would make his official return in her life by giving her a nice spanking, he would punish her with his own hand and then he would ass fuck her. She felt giddy with pride! He might then order her to spend the night with him: she couldn't dream anything more exciting! She could even take the upper hand on Bipasha if only sir Gupta found her more attractive than his new submissive. It would be the most important task of her girlie life : seducing Sir Gupta! It would be a fascinating match : a transsexual girl openly competing with a normal one for the love of a powerful and very virile man! Compared with Sir Gupta, Sulay was nothing but a wimp! Telling her husband she had been summoned by Sir Gupta would be a first victory for her and if her boss told her to move her clothes and jewellery to his bedroom, it would mean a total victory for her : she was prettier than Bipasha, danced more lewdly, sang more pleasantly, move more elegantly and spoke more fluently Hindi, she was also smarter than her competitor; she had visited more foreign countries Her only limitation was that she couldn't carry as many babies for Sir Gupta as Bipasha but surgery on her pelvis could allow her to deliver her babies through the normal way : if so, Bipasha would be check mated and Aruna would probably win the competition. Riya was on another league and couldn't enter in competition with Aruna : she couldn't give Gupta children and as a true dominant, he had to establish his superiority by siring many babies from his mates -Do you plan presenting your loving wives to one another, Master? I would want to meet Bipasha and chat with her and with you, my Lord, of course, about our respective duties as your servants!