0 comments/ 25566 views/ 6 favorites Lydia Ch. 01 By: dan57 By Dan57 and Cih A Canadian reporter wanted to live as a Dalit woman Note from the writer : Cih is a new correspondent who asked for a totally different story with a European girl wishing to share the life of the poorest and most despised people in India without the support of a very powerful man such as prince Kyrhan. That was a challenge I happily embraced. I am planning several strenuous adventures for her. I wish the readers will love them! _ _ _ Lydia was a quite simple girl born in Ontario from Irish immigrants. She had become a successful free lance journalist, hopping from one hot spot in the world to another. She had recently finished a series of reports about modern slavery in the world, girls used for sexual services by ruthless pimps from London to Hong Kong or Tangiers... Her only hobby was reading books and watching films about India : she was fascinated with the natural elegance and the slender figure of Indian women. She had watched maybe twenty times some films like Jodhaa and she was dreaming of establishing in Uttar Pradesh or in some typical state but she was quite aware that naturalization was virtually impossible. Even long stay implied that she had to employ Indian people! Lydia wasn't interested just to live in India but to live like Indians, to share their day to day life, but not among higher varnas (castes), the Brahmins (religious caste), the Kshatriyas (military and ruling class), the Vaishyas (merchant men) or even the Sudras (servants). Lydia wasn't interested to live in India in some higher class but like some of the poorest people in the country, the Dalits. Lydia's own sexual tendencies had played a major role in the development of this dream : she was deeply submissive and when she was at university, she really enjoyed being bullied or led by the nose by other students, male or female! Her lover told her once in a student mob to strip naked and run through the football field without getting caught by the police. It had been a joke but she had obeyed without question. She had gained the reputation of being an extravagant and determined student but also to be a real flapper! Lydia was determined to continue her project of becoming a simple Dalit woman. Her hair was brown and her skin tanned easily. She was really curvy but hid it under oversize pullovers or tee shirts. She kept her hair very short not to be bothered with it when she was in a report... She wore no make up. In fact she was doing her best not to be remarked and she had been quite successful at it! Contrarily to her habits, she had recently visited quite often artificial tanning until her skin was as dark as country people living in the South of India! The MD had told her not to abuse of UV suntan but she practiced nude sunbathing to get an all over tan. You could find her on her four in the booth with her legs wide open turned toward the lamps, exposing the crack of her ass! Lydia had already established a full battle plan. First, she had moved to India to get total immersion in the local civilization. She had allowed her hair to grow when she realized that her short hair singled her out in a country where many women wore opulent manes, if somewhat dirty and untidy! When she felt she was ready, she put on a simple salwar kameez.: She rent a bedroom in a country village and installed herself there. She offered to help for cotton harvesting : it's a very hard work, done under the fierce sun with little water. Lydia had attached to her forehead two bags she filled progressively. She was certainly inexperienced but she worked with enthusiasm. After a few days, she got the knack of it and was considered by the overseer just like any other worker. The pay was extremely low for twelve hours of strenuous work but she never complained. Her very dark tan and a perfect knowledge of Hindi made her become invisible in the mass of workers : she was considered as a true Indian menial worker but any control by police would reveal the truth : she had to obtain forged papers! Fortunately, some government people in India are not impervious to bribery : an Immigration officer she had contacted on her arrival had confirmed her that obtaining Indian citizenship was virtually impossible but he would look for possibilities if she was ready to offer him a small gratification. A few days later, a Dalit girl fell from a cliff. She was single and had no known relatives. For one thousand dollars, Lydia O'Connor was offered the papers of the deceased girl who looked roughly like her. The Immigration officer just filed a demand of correction of the papers : Alina Majumdar, the deceased girl just became officially Lydia Majumdar. Lydia paid for the cremation of a nameless body and became officially Lydia (it means happiness in Hindi) Majumdar and had perfectly legal papers. She discreetly burned her Canadian papers and asked one of the other cotton harvesters where she could find a place to live! The pension she had lived in so far was now too expensive for her meagre wages! The man told her that a small house nearby was abandoned as its owner had left to live in Mumbai with his brother and his mother. She could move in just when she wanted! The house was definitely dirty and the roof was leaking, there were no shower, no toilets, no tap water and none of the amenities Lydia had felt as granted! Lydia spent the next week and almost all the remnant of her savings cleaning the walls and the floor and repairing the roof. It wouldn't have been so difficult if she had worn a European outfit such as a simple jeans and a work jacket with plenty of pockets instead of this saree that was quite elegant but clearly not intended to work with. Lydia soon understood why many Indian women bunched up their sarees around their hips : they discovered their legs but it was so much more convenient to fill a bucket in the river without soiling her garment in the muddy water! A man driving a pick up van saw her carrying her bucket on top of her head, trying to emulate the behaviour of the other Dalit women. She was clumsy as she had never learned how to do it and she spilled plenty of water as she walked! The man offered to drop her at her village two miles from there. Lydia had thought the offer was very kind and she accepted it gratefully. Just the man denied her to sit next to him but on the plateau on the back of the car. She imagined that her clothes were too dirty and the man didn't want to risk soiling his seats or be seen with a Dalit woman in the front seat next to him... Nearly a mile from her destination, the driver took a dirt road to the left at high speed. Lydia banged at the roof to tell the driver he had made a mistake but he sped on. He was driving so fast that Lydia was afraid to jump from the car in fear of injuring herself. Nearly a mile further, in some completely desolated place, the man stopped. Lydia stepped down from the car, telling the driver he had made a wrong turn but the man laughed at her. He grabbed at her pallu and just drew it up. A saree is just tucked into a string holding up the petticoat : when he lifted the pallu, her saree just uncoiled from around Lydia. He threw it aside. Lydia was now just in her petticoat, her choli and her undies. The man then ripped off the string holding up her petticoat and it fell down around her heels. She tried to defend herself but the man just punched her in the belly, completely winding her. He quietly unhooked her choli and quite calmly ripped off her bra and her knickers. She was totally naked in front of him and she then only realized that the man intended to rape her! There was no one in the vicinity and the man was much stronger than she was : her situation was desperate! This man must have weighed two hundred and forty pounds, twice heavier than her. His muscles were well toned. Lydia knew she would be no match for him even if she just tried to run away. She decided not to flee but to resist steadfastly... Unfortunately, the man wasn't patient or talkative. After just a few words, he grabbed her and threw her on the sandy ground. She tried to stand up but he pinned her down almost effortlessly. He then tied her arms above her head with the string that had held up her petticoat. Lydia desperately tried to hit his groin with her knee to no avail. He took her right breast in his mouth and started to munch at it without taking care of her screams. He was pinning her down with his weight and Lydia found it impossible to push him away. She squirmed even harder when he placed his open hand on her bare crotch. She had trimmed her pubic hair short but she had never thought some one would benefit from it in such dreadful conditions! The man stroked her pussy quite leisurely, slipping one finger in, then another and finally both. When she was too exhausted to buck again, he pulled back a little, opened his fly and aimed his hard cock to her pussy. At this moment, Lydia regretted dearly she had declined any sexual contact with her friends when she had left Canada! She had lived like a nun since and she could feel her pussy getting rapidly wet : how could she fall so low to take pleasure when she was about to be raped by a total stranger in a far away country? Lydia screamed again for help but there was certainly no body around as the man didn't even try to silence her. He just waited she was out of breath to push his cock into her, taking her as a Master takes his slave. He used only the strength needed to hold her down and force his entry, leaving her no chances to resist. He just took her and she was no match for him! When he impaled her fully, he just gave her a glance of triumph : he was fucking her, he was dominating her and she couldn't deny him anything! The man withdrew and placed her legs on his shoulders. He drilled again into her now wide open pussy. He applied so much pressure that she found her knees pressed against her ears and her toes pressed in the pebbles above her head. Her rapist started to ram his cock in and out of her pussy at the rhythm he wanted with no heed for her comfort and even less for her pleasure. Lydia felt used even worse than the lowliest whore : she wasn't fucked; she was mounted like an animal! The man started to pant and his cock was throbbing in her pussy : it seemed that her ordeal was coming to its end! She was on the pill but the man failed to inquire about it : unwanted pregnancy was clearly the least of his worries! The man moaned and pushed into her as hard and deep as he could get! Lydia was still unable to move. To her complete horror, she felt her body was betraying her. She started panting in her turn. A bombshell finally exploded in her belly, sending chain reaction in all the nerves in her body. Lydia arched under her rapist and she came in a fantastic orgasm that left her bewildered by its intensity and shameful from her reaction in such circumstances! Lydia didn't brood on the fact she had been raped : When she had chosen to become an Indian Dalit woman, there had been a distinct possibility that something of this kind might happen to her : India is a very sensual country, sometimes very civilized but, in other cases, quite crude and brutal. Nobody really cares about what you do as long as you don't do it in public. She may have imagined she would enter some day the harem of an Indian Maharaja but never that she would be raped directly on the ground by some driver who had just noticed she was reasonably pretty for a Dalit woman! He had fucked her directly on the ground, using her as a mattress. She could feel pebbles under her back : the man was a real sadist as he used his full weight to force her into them! Lydia disliked being used against her will but she was taking it reasonably well : it was just like nature has intended : women were weaker and most often rather submissive as she was and men were naturally domineering, able to use their strength to force girls to submit. Fighting nature was a crime against mankind in her view. Many of her former colleagues in Canada were too weak with girls for her taste. She wanted someone who would invite her to a restaurant, then take her to a dance hall without asking for her agreement and finally drive her to his apartment to take a drink before carrying her to his bedroom, not necessarily in this order. Asking for her agreement would just be preposterous in her idea! Lydia would have followed such a man without discussion and stayed with him for as long as he wanted! The western guys were just too emasculated to give her the thrill she craved for and she had hoped that Indian men would be more virile! This one was but a little too much to her taste... The man had swiftly emptied his balls in her pussy. He just pulled out and turned her on her belly. Lydia thought he wanted to use her back passage but he just tied her wrists in her back with a piece of string. He then lifted her in the air with no apparent effort and made her kneel in front of him. He told her with a very authoritative tone : - I haven't finished with you, cunt! Now you are going to suck my cock until I fill your mouth with my spunk. If you try to bite me or attempt any funny trick, I'll tie you to a tree by the feet. Nobody will come hereby for months and you'll die of thirst or starvation, unless you become fodder to some predator! There are still a few tigers in this region and you would make perfect bait! Lydia realized the man wasn't joking : her life was just of no interest for him! Her decision was rapidly taken. She would do her best to please him! Lydia had never enjoyed giving head to one of her former boyfriends but here was a matter of life or death. She bent down to take his cock into her mouth, trying hard not to let her teeth scrape against his rod. If he was pleased, maybe he would set her free and she would emerge unscathed from this adventure! Lydia had to swallow with difficulty the heavy load of cum the man filled her mouth with. None of her former boyfriends had ever produced so much spunk! This Indian man was really a stallion! Lydia just thought she would love to act as the mare for such a splendid stud! But she was also resolute she would file a complaint against him at the nearest police station : she had noted the number plate of his car and the police would have no problem identifying him! The man then helped Lydia to stand up. It was no gallantry, just the desire to fuck her in another position not described in the Kama Sutra! He pushed her toward the front of his car. He made her lie prone on the bonnet on her belly, forcing her to stay on the bonnet with a hand in the hollow of her back... He swiftly tied her ankles to the bumper. When he placed himself just behind her ass, Lydia knew that her ass wouldn't be spared! He had taken in the car a bottle of some sweet almond oil. He dropped a copious amount on her ass hole. He run his fingers in it and then pushed them into her back passage. Lydia squirmed helplessly : she had never been fucked in the ass! Lydia could feel the man's cock slipping slowly into her virgin asshole, stretching her out. She was so well lubed out that the pain was much less unbearable than what she had anticipated. She was amazed when she felt he was all the way in, up to his balls. The pain just ebbed down when he was past the ring sphincter and deep inside. He started immediately to thrust against the delicate lining of her ass, gently at first, then with more force. Lydia couldn't believe it: she had got a cock up her ass and she wasn't crucified by pain! After a few back and fore moves, she even thrust back against his cock to feel it deeper in her ass hole. Lydia had her ass in the air, brushing her breasts against the bonnet. The man grabbed her breasts in his hands and used them to steer her just as he wanted, using her like a plough. His cock felt enormous, long and thick but she soon came to enjoy it. He had started slow, letting her adjust to having a big cock in her ass hole, pulling out and pushing in again with more and more force and making her take his whole length. When she had started to scream in ecstasy, he switched to an urgent rhythm of savage thrusts. He made her come like the lowliest slut. No man had ever fucked her like this before and she had come to enjoy it shamelessly! Had she come to India to discover she just loved to be buggered? One hour later, the man stopped his car just where he had picked up Lydia. He didn't even try to talk her from reporting his bad conduct. -By the way, do not bother to remember my number plate : my name is Nigam Bivani and the police officer must have heard of me! Lydia was surprised by his assured tone : he ostensibly didn't fear any police arrest. Lydia thought that the number plate may be forged... Her fears dissolved when she presented herself to the police station and explained why she was there : -Sir Nigam Bivani! Yes, I know him : he is the boss of the biggest plant in the neighbourhood! -And he raped me! -He is a Brahmin! Here is his picture on yesterday newspaper. How can you pretend he would rape a lowly Dalit woman when most girls in the state, married or not, would do their best to attract his attention? You must be lying! -You can make all the examinations you want! I have been raped by this man, police officer! -So you are incriminating one of your better, scum! We are going to teach you a lesson! And you won't dare accusing a member of the highest classes, a prominent citizen any more to make some money, probably! The police officer called for his two colleagues who occupied nearby desks : -Amithar, Sulay, this Dalit bitch pretends she has been raped by Sir Nigam Bivani! Perhaps, we should teach her how futile it would be to lodge a complaint against him! -Yes, boss! Perhaps we could close the doors and windows to prevent her from escaping. She is rather pretty for a Dalit and I think that the questioning might be rather long and we don't want to get interrupted, do we? -You're right, Amithar! Lydia Majumdar, you are placed under arrest until we have cleared your situation... Sulay, who had the lowest rank in the police station hastily closed the blinders and locked the doors after switching on the lights. Lydia felt she was in danger, just because these men gave apparently more leverage to the social importance of a man than to the crimes he might have committed! There had been a similar problem in New York with the head of a monetary institution charged with rape just before Lydia's departure to India. She had heard that the case had been abandoned and the plaintiff's petition dismissed! To Lydia's stupefaction, the police officer quietly took off his garments, neatly folding them up in a pile on the desk and sat on an armchair. Amithar and Sulay grabbed her by her elbows and drew her toward their boss. He considered her from toes to her hair and pinched her tits just as if she was a piece of flesh at the butcher's and he was assessing her tenderness. God! She was fortunate she now lived in India where most people are vegetarians! When their boss had explored her whole body, disregarding her fierce protests, the two men drew her arms behind her back and manacled them. They then seized her : one hand under her thigh and the other under her arm. They had secured her by grabbing her tender breasts and squeezing them so hard it hurt really. Together, they lifted her easily and kept her legs wide open! They were so strong that she was totally unable to close them! Amithar and Sulay positioned her carefully just above their boss' erect cock and lowered her slowly. The police officer had taken his cock in his hand to aim it upward more precisely. Their accuracy was quite good as the cock entered her directly. Lydia gasped and screamed in pain but the two men pressed on her thighs to impale her completely on the big cock as fast as possible. She was protesting desperately and quite loudly but they just didn't care at all! Lydia Ch. 01 *A heads up, this is a longer piece with a number of chapters, not all of them contain a lot of sex. If you are looking for that I suggest looking else where or starting later in the story, although I hope you won't do that. I wrote and completed this story about a year ago. It was my first honest attempt at a full fledge erotic story. I would appreciate any and all feedback. Good, bad and the ugly. Please vote and leave comments to help me improve. Lydia holds a very special place in my heart. I hope you enjoy her story. Thank you to LaRascasse for your help and support. Any words between two *italic* should be in italic. Thank you, Rose* Chapter One Only his dark brown eyes could be seen due to the shadows and they were glued to me, watching me carefully. *Last Friday night Yeah, we maxed our credit cards And got kicked out of the bar So we hit the boulevard* "Ly." I was naked, black leather cuffs attached to each ankle and both wrists. My legs spread wide and attached to the legs of the table. My arms pulled over my head, spread and also attached to the legs of the table. *Last Friday night We went streaking in the park Skinny dipping in the dark Then had a ménage à trios* "Lydia!" "Who do you belong too?" I open my mouth to speak... *Last Friday night Yeah I think we broke the law Always say we're gonna stop* "Damn it Lydia," A pillow to the face is never a fun way to wake up. "Get up." "I'm up," I say. "Shut it off." I may be up, but I am not awake. The shadows are still there. His eyes, dark and calculating, my body throbbing and wet. *Trying to connect the dots Don't know what to tell my boss Think the city towed my car Chandeliers on the floor Ripped my favorite party dress Warrant's out for my arrest Think I need a ginger ale That was such an epic fail* "LYDIA. Shut it off." I roll onto my right side and punch my alarm clock. "But you like Katy." I say through a yawn. "At seven thirty in the morning I like quiet. I don't have class for another three hours and you're going to be late, again." "Sorry," I roll off of my bottom bunk. "It's just so early." I pull my long brown hair into a knot and rub my eyes but they aren't in the mood to work yet. Carrie mumbles something but I'm too tired to hear, let alone care. I stumble around our dark dorm room until I find what I need for the bathroom. The fifteen second walk down the chilly, quiet hallway to the communal bathroom happens automatically. I wince at the bright florescent lights and shiver from the coolness of the room. It seems that very few of us who have early morning classes shower before class. I step into the nearest stall, drop my caddy onto the wooden bench and throw the shower faucet to cold. It's necessary. I bite my tongue to keep from screaming when I step under the cold spray. Goose pimples break out over my skin and the iciness makes me shiver but it's done its job, I am awake. I turn the hot water on and stand under the shower head with my eyes closed until the water washing over my skin changes from freezing to almost burning. The heat makes me sigh. I grab my shampoo and continue my daily routine. Carrie has asked me why I shower on Tuesdays and Thursdays. See I have swimming later in the morning and I shower after that, but I need the cold water to jolt me awake. And lately the cold has helped me break through the lust haze my dreams have been putting me in. "It's 7:40." I hear through the rushing water. *Shit.* I think, shaking more of the haze from my head. I turn off the water, realize I've forgotten my towel and wrap my robe around me. "Thanks Tammy." I say. I grab my caddy and rush back to my room, my feet slipping in, my now wet, shower sandals. Shoes in the shower was an adjustment, but Carrie warned me when we talked over the summer that a girl in the freshmen dorms the previous year caught some kind of foot fungus from her shower floor. I don't honestly believe the story, but I'd rather be safe than sorry. "Shit." I say when I returned to our room. "Shit shit." I repeat. Even through the darkness of our room I can make out the piles of dirty clothes blanketing our floor. "Carrie can I," "Yes Lydia, what ever you need, just be quiet." Carrie says with a sigh. "Thank you." I say. "I love you girl but seriously..." Her voice is softer now. Her initial annoyance has worn off. "I'll do laundry this weekend, I promise." "I'm sure you will." "I will." I made the same promise the previous week and yet the hills of clothes are slowly becoming mountains. Carrie rolls onto her back, "Same dream?" She asks. I don't need to see her face to know she is amused. "Yes," I say and pull on one of her shirts. "Is this yours?" The shirt is a long sleeve button down dress shirt. Carrie rolls her head toward me, brining me into her line of sight, "Yes. Was Jax in it again?" "Do you wear pants with it?" "No it's a dress." "But it's so short." "That's the point." Even in the darkness of the room I know she's rolling her eyes at me. "Yes he was in it again." I say. "Wear that skirt if you're worried about it." She points in the general direction of a black pleated skirt hanging in the closet. "Just watching?" "Yup, just watching. Exactly like last time." "Tuck the shirt in. Wear knee highs. You'll be adorable. Was the other guy there too?" "I'll look like a school girl." I say. "Ly its 7:50, do you really have time to be picky? Besides maybe you'll finally get his full attention." Carrie says and yawns. "I don't want his full attention. The other guy was there too." I grab the only pair of comfortable shoes I can see, my black hi-top Chuck's. There is no way I could make it all day in a pair of Carrie's heels. "Later." "Just tell him you want him already." Carrie says just before I shut the door behind me. I race down the stairs because they are faster than the 800 year old elevator, which I am convinced I will get stuck in at some point. I pull my long, wet brown hair up into a bun and rush through the lobby. "Late again." The RA for the guy's floor says. Our dorm has five floors. Four floors are women and one is men, I have no idea why it's set it up that way but it's nice to have some men in the dorm. I grunt at the RA in response and race through the lobby and out the front door. "Nice skirt." I hear him call after me. As I walk up the hill in front of our dorm to get to class my mind wanders back to the dream I've been having for a couple weeks now. I don't understand it or where it came from or why I keep having it. All I know is that it's wrong, so very wrong. Carrie keeps telling me it's normal but I don't believe her. It's her fault really. It was the Saturday after classes started. Carrie showed up at the school bookstore where I was working just before quitting time. She wanted a little pampering. Even offered to treat us both to a manicure and pedicure. After some pouting and pleading on her part, I agreed. I'd never had my nails done before but I followed Carrie's lead and tried to relax, which she didn't make very easy. We both were still hung over from the party at her cousin's place the night before, where I caught Carrie making out with a random guy. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?" Carrie said. I shrugged. "You looked cozy when I found you in the office." "I was asleep." I said and closed my eyes to enjoy the feel of the warm hot tub my feet were soaking in. "Some of the stories are really good aren't they?" "Stories?" "On Literotica," Carrie said, "I've noticed you've been on the site a lot this week. "No I haven't. How, how do you know?" I asked. I knew she could tell I was lying. I hadn't perfected the ability to lie yet. "Your cheeks get a little pink and you chew on your bottom lip." "I do not." Carried laughed. "Yes you do. It's perfectly normal. Although reading them in public as often as you do, is, well daring. I don't know how you do it. I need privacy so that I can take care of business. You know?" "Yea," I said. "Wait, do you mean?" My eyes bugged out. "Yes. I mean masturbation." "What?" I sat straight up and looked at her. "Carrie!" "Relax Ly everyone's doing it." "Not everyone and even if they are we don't need to talk about it." "Shut the front door. Ly," Carrie said, "Never? You're eighteen right?" I nodded, "And you've never," "Don't say it." I said before I covered my face with my hands, "Is this what girl talk is?" I asked. Carrie was my first girl friend. Heck my first real friend period. "Yes sweetie, this is what girls talk about." She said. Carrie was starting to get used to my questions. "Girls friends talk about everything. Clothes, books, music, movies, boys, sex, even masturbation." Her smile lit up her face. "We'll break that innocence yet. Think about it, you're already drinking coffee every day and how many cheeseburgers have you eaten since you got here? Your dad would be so mad at you." "Drinking coffee and eating bad food is one thing Car," I said, "Talking about S E X? Are you kidding me? Besides that other thing, that's a big no-no." "What other thing?" "Do not make me say it." "Masturbation." Carrie said loud enough for a few of the other ladies in the salon to look our way. Heat rushed through my body. I knew she could see the blush on my cheeks. "You've never? Nothing?" I didn't respond I simply stared at her. "You're holding something back." She smiled. "I've never," My eyes closed, "Touched myself like that." I said in a hushed tone. *My dream begins with her next words.* "Close your eyes Ly." I did and she continued, "Pretend like there's no one else here and just listen. When you're ready slip a finger between your lips and explore. Allow your fingers to explore. Play around. When you're ready, push your finger down until you reach your tight little hole, gently push your finger in to get it wet." She paused. "Use different fingers, vary the speed and pressure until you discover what feels good? What makes your hips bounce and your body spasm? Take your time and enjoy what you feel. You'll be pretty wet if you've been reading those stories. Move your finger up slowly noting where it feels the best. When you reach your clit, you'll know when you reach it. There's generally a hood keeping it safe. Tease that hood, circle it, rub it. The more you do it the more you'll learn what feels good and what doesn't. The more aroused you become the harder your clit will become. You'll feel it pulsing, throbbing from the attention you're giving it. You with me?" I nodded and she continued. "You're going to have to play Ly, explore your body see what works for you but you'll feel your body start to tense, the pressure building, spreading outward, keep going, don't stop. It's supposed to feel like that. The pressure will intensify until finally... Trust me orgasms will change your life and since most guys our age haven't yet figured out what they are doing yet, masturbation is a girl's best friend. Fuck diamonds." *In my dream I am doing what Carrie is telling me and as my fingers slowly explore I become aware that someone else is there, watching me. It is too dark in the room for me to see who it is, but I can feel their presence and some how I know they are watching. They watch until my body shakes and twists, I moan and my toes curl.* "Is this look for the professor? Or is it for me?" A warm, familiar voice asks, shaking me from the familiar haze of the dream. I shake my head and turn towards the voice. Lydia Ch. 01 -God, she is as tight as a virgin! I think that Sir Nigam had made a nice choice! Nobody would have thought that a Dalit woman could be that attractive. Next time they would have a young Dalit woman in custody, they would make a more thorough body search. Normally women are searched by female police officers but a Dalit woman didn't need to be treated like a girl from a higher caste. The high commissioner might be interested to check her too and it could help the police officer's advancement! Lydia was moaning in despair : the police officer's prick was big and thick, and the two constables were both far too big and strong for her to offer them any resistance. She was nothing but a piece of meat between them, an animal that they could treat just as they wanted. When her pussy arrived in contact with the man's pubic hair, the three men just laughed and made obscene comments... -You like this, don't you? A slut like you must love when superior men like us or Sir Nigam take an interest on her! Don't you agree? Sulay added a comment : - As soon as she entered the station, I knew that she was just some hot piece of ass, good for nothing but being fucked hard! Isn't it true, Amithar! -Sure, you told me so but don't get too much excited : once Vikash is done with her, he will let us share her, won't you, boss? What will you prefer, Sulay : her cunt, her ass or her mouth unless you are a tit man? -Personally, I would opt for her ass as, for most women, it's tighter but I'll surely use a condom : you never know with Dalit girls : some of them never take a bath even in a gutter and I have been told that some copulate with animals, dogs or pigs as no decent man will have any contact with them! What do you think of it, boss ; you are presently at the heart of the investigation! -Pure rumour : the pussy of this girl is pure heaven, tight, wet and she is milking me dry with her internal muscles! Now lift her in the air until I have only the head of my cock still in her pussy! Higher! Good! Now let her slide down on my cock from her own weight until she is stuffed to the hilt with cock! Oh my God! It's so good! Beware! My prick might pop out of her mouth and spray both of you! She is much better than any prostitute in Mumbai! We will have to thank sir Nigam for providing such fine stuff to us! Now lift her up again! Faster, she won't break up! Sulay and Amithar nearly ripped her apart when they manipulated her body on top of Vikash. -Slut! You should learn how to present yourself to superior men like us : we are high caste policemen and you are just a worthless Dalit woman, pure scum. If we killed you, nobody would care! But you're prettier than most of your kind. You might even be passable with long braided hair! I will teach you how to take posture and if you fail to meet our expectations, we have long thick leather belts that we will enjoy using on your pussy and tits! So, slut, shoulders back to show off your tits! Cave in your belly and push your tits forward if you want to see the sun rising tomorrow! Lydia complied as completely as she could. She was making a total exhibition of her body, something she had never done in Ontario. The worse was to hear the three men cheering and making salacious comments... She had never considered herself pretty or worth any man's attention but the three policemen seemed not to share her view: -Look at this pair of jugs! Wouldn't you like to feast on them? Cunt, push your bottom back somewhat more. You have nice well rounded ass cheeks but you have bruises all around your ass hole! I am pretty sure that sir Nigam has recently used your back passage! Last time he fucked the wife of the state governor, she wasn't able to sit for a whole week! Estimate yourself quite lucky unless your ass already receives plenty of attention! I think I may become a frequent visitor, too! Vikash had decided to move to more decisive action. He used his favourite commanding tone, indicating a couch where he often took a nap after lunch : -Slut, on the bed and on the double! Lie on your back with your legs and arms wide spread! If you fail to obey me, I will use this rattan cane on your tits and it's very painful, I can tell you, cunt? By the way, you will address all of us as Master and abide to any of our orders from now on! Lydia decided she had better submit. She had read several years before that a group of Dalits who had dared to ask to be inscribed on the electoral roll had been thrown in a pit and buried alive. The central government had no real power in such remote places! She had better comply without discussion! -Yes, master! She was shivering in fear. Vikash saw it and smiled as he watched Lydia get on the bed and lie on her back. Just a stare from him and she hastily completed the position he had specified, her legs as open as she could and her arms spread eagled above her head. Thinking she had come to the police station for protection and she was bow naked, surrounded by three men who intended to rape her again and her pussy was brazenly displayed as if she had come just to be fucked like a trollop! Vikash started to play with her body, spreading her out, elongating her nipples with two fingers or mauling them until she cried aloud. He used manacles to bind her arms and legs to the feet of the couch! Of course he had no consideration for her pleas to let her quiet, to set her free or just to stop tormenting her. She even told him she was a Canadian girl and that her Embassy did know where she was. -Another lie : you have Indian papers! I agree it's unusual for a Dalit girl as most of them don't even bother to have papers, what for? But that is not unheard of : The prime Minister is a Dalit, isn't he? Besides, you really look like the photograph! For me, you are just what your papers tell : an Indian woman of low caste and unmarried! Lydia regretted at this moment she had allowed her hair to grow longer and had braided them in the Indian fashion. To make it worse, her eyes had exactly the same brownish hue than the girl she had borrowed the identity! She had nothing to prove she wasn't the person on her papers! Vikash leisurely ran his hands down to her thighs, playing with her tits, gently caressing her cunt lips and Lydia's body betrayed her once more : she arched her back wildly as she reached a minor climax simply by being molested by the Indian police officer. Her reaction made the three men laugh : -So the poor Canadian girl gets aroused when the Indian bad guy plays with her body! But I won't make her really cum until the young bitch has confessed she just pretended she was Canadian, that she is just a Dalit girl with no importance, just here to satisfy our lust... Vikash slid a finger into her pussy and moved it a long time inside her cunt, drilling into her quite deep then pulling out and rubbing her pussy lips with his nail then ploughing back into her, searching for her G point but each time she was nearing an orgasm, he stopped moving his finger into her, letting her calm down slowly. When her breath had returned to normal, he just frigged her again until her body was twisted in a perfect arch with only her head and her feet touching the mattress. Vikash was clearly an expert on how to make a girl helpless but also on the ways to make her swoon in pleasure! She fought maybe for twenty minutes but her frustration was getting worse and worse and her resolve appear more and more foolish. When he gently slapped her breasts with his truncheon while he explored her pussy with a cylindrical flashlight that was apparently as big as his own cock, she finally surrendered : -Yes, Master! You were right : I am a Dalit maid and the man you named Sir Nigam has raped me. I wanted to take revenge on him and blackmail him so that he gave me plenty of money! I met a Canadian reporter and I just mimicked her accent! -Good, bitch! Now that our criminal investigation is complete, I will be generous and give you what a slut like you craves for : Vikash bent down and grabbed her hips. He lifted her pussy to his mouth and tongued her clit in his expert fashion. He then pushed his tongue into her pussy, shoving it in very deep. Nobody had ever offered such a treatment to Lydia and she screamed far louder than before. She reached a thunderous climax that left her dizzy and stunned. Vikash just let her fall back on the bed. He turned towards his subordinates and told them. -I need some rest. If you want, you can have her just as you want! No limits but this one : don't damage her! I intend to enjoy her again and she may make us earn a lot of money! I am quite sure Sir Nigam will enjoy meeting you again, slut, but not for just an hour : for a whole night! He may come with a few of his friends and they can be really nasty with girls when they feel like it! Lydia knew these cops wouldn't release her that easily. They clearly wanted to protect Sir Nigam who would give them plenty of cash for their help! Corruption is a major problem in India even in upper political class. Newspapers have reported many cases that had gotten a lot of press attention! She thought they were just bullies trying to scare her off but, when she was a Canadian reporter, she had sufficient political weight to be totally protected but she had meticulously shed off her defences : she was now nothing in their eyes, just a prey for their pervert actions. Lydia realized she was in real trouble! They could just kill her and drop her at night in some dark street and no policeman would ever investigate seriously her case. Adequate orders would be surely given. The police officer had hinted at a high commissioner who might be interested in examining her and she had heard of a regional high commissioner who was a sadist for women : she certainly wouldn't enjoy falling in his clutches! Real fear now filled her as she realized that these men didn't intend to play by the rules at all like normal policemen would do. Amithar freed her limbs from the manacles. He quietly grabbed Lydia's breasts. Her nipples almost instantly reacted and became taut. Sulay laughed : -You are reacting straight off, young whore! A good point for you! You might offer us a very pleasant night or may be a good number of them, slut! Now my turn! I've told you that I was primarily interested by your ass. So it seems that we have chosen our first centres of interest! Sulay took from a drawer a tube of cold cream that he coated his fingers with. He yelled to Lydia to open her legs and she was so terrified that she abode without discussion. He probed her ass hole with a finger. His finger came out covered with a gooey that Sulay sniffed with a wide grin... -It seems that Sir Nigam has really filled your ass with his seed. You should have taken a hot bath before coming to visit us, bitch! Lydia felt more and more humiliated : how could these two men be so crude with her? Their job was to protect citizens and they acted as the worst criminals! She started crying but that just made them leer at her! Amithar choose that moment to start titillating her clit and she bucked wildly. She felt her pussy was actively lubricating and Amithar must be fully aware she was getting very aroused. She was disgracing herself and she couldn't do anything against it. She would have wished that the Earth opened itself under her feet but her wish wasn't granted. The two men continued to plough into her pussy and ass... she could see from the corner of her eyes Vikash following her face, trying to decipher her feelings... Lydia started to writhe and moan under the fiendish caresses that never ceased. Sulay then removed his finger from her ass and replaced it by its middle and fore finger tightly entwined... They entered her rather easily with the cold cream he had generously covered his fingers. - I am working to really open your ass hole, bitch. I have already two fingers in your back passage. When you'll be sufficiently stretched out, I will push a third finger into you. Then I will shove my big dick into your once tight hole. I told you I would be a regular visitor afterward! Be sure I'll stick to my word : it's a promise! Lydia started panting and she finally surrendered indulging herself into a crashing climax that left her bewildered and stunned. Sulay pulled his two fingers out of her ass hole and shoved three fingers in her ass hole, just as he had promised. He had to force his fingers into her and it was really painful but he managed to succeed without tearing her sphincter... - Good, slut! We are going to let you get used to having your ass really open and then we will try the real thing! Won't you agree, young Dalit whore? Lydia felt once more despised and degraded but that was what a Dalit woman was for the most backwards minds : a girl you may take just as and when you want with absolutely no consideration for her own will. The Dalits were assigned to hard work, especially dirty and degrading ones and usually extremely ill paid such as sewer cleaning, taking care of dead people or dead animals in the street... Lydia was bent over on a table with her ass cheeks widely spread out and Sulay undid his belt and let his trousers fall to the floor around his heels. He stepped out of them and oiled his cock with the cold cream and aimed carefully at her exposed rosette. He pushed in a little until she could feel her anus yielding to the pressure. The pain was excruciating but Sir Nigam had already forced that hole and it went in more easily than on the first time. When the cock head was lodged firmly inside his victim, Sulay pulled back a little. Lydia sighed in desperate hope that was short lived. With a loud scream of male superiority, Sulay ploughed into her ass hole, filling her to the hilt. Lydia screamed like a mad woman, arms and legs spread wide but his cock was now firmly embedded into her back passage and she would have to wait until he released her. Sulay stood up, carrying Lydia with just his hands on her tits and his cock in her ass hole. Lydia had no possibilities to resist. Her futile squirms just pushed him deeper in her bowels! Sulay sat on the chair that Vikash had used when the police officer had raped Lydia. He pried open her legs and Amithar installed himself just between her spread out legs. The second policeman pulled down his trousers without bothering to undo his belt. He stepped forward and Lydia felt something very hard penetrating her cunt. She understood in a daze that she was raped by two cocks at the same time, something she would never have imagined could happen to her. Amithar was pushing in roughly, ramming his cock into her like a jackhammer. She cried and screamed but she was powerless to resist. As she opened her mouth to scream, she saw Vikash coming to her side. He grabbed her by the hair and forced her to turn her head toward him. He opened his fly and pulled out an erect cock that was bigger than Amithar's. She desperately tried to keep her mouth shut but Vikash just pinched her nostrils, to block her breath. She resisted for a minute or so then she opened her mouth to inhale deeply. At that moment, Amithar plunged his cock between her teeth, impaling her head on his manhood to her tonsils. He shoved it even deeper until he had reached her gullet and her throat... The three men watched one another and Vikash gave the signal. The three cocks started their in and out frenetic moves and Lydia was forced to follow their rhythm. Vikash had placed a knife under her chin to remind her that she had better not to try to bite their cocks! Lydia understood she was now no more than a vessel waiting to be filled by the semen of these three men. Sulay began to groan and Lydia knew he was going to cum deep in her ass. Vikash followed soon as he ordered her to clamp her mouth around his cock. Lydia now wanted just one thing : to receive the hot seed of these three studs in her holes. She had never been gangbanged but, everything considered, it felt as a rite of initiation to her new life. Lydia realized that the three men would not be satisfied by a single fuck, that they would use her again and again during the whole night and probably the next nights too! Amithar started twisting and rotating his cock in her pussy and it was sufficient to push her over the edge. She exploded like a rocket and was lost to the world for several minutes... Lydia Ch. 02 It had been such a long and frustrating week. After that amazing night with Lydia, finding myself in the chastity belt was the last thing I was expecting. And the knowledge that I'd have to wait until she got back from her trip on Friday only made Spring Break seem even longer. After my one run-in with Jen, I stayed in my room as often as I could. Even during Spring Break, there are plenty of cute females on a college campus, and seeing them only reminded me more of my inability to achieve release. I woke up early on Friday. I had no idea when Lydia was returning, but she'd said I'd see her that day. I paced, trying to figure out if I was more furious over what she'd done, or horny enough to simply want release. Either way, I was amazingly frustrated. The day went by, and nothing I could do -- studying, eating, working out -- took my mind off the belt. My frustration finally wore me out, and I dozed off late in the afternoon, only to be woken when the phone rang. "Hello." I looked at the clock -- it was a little after 6. "Did you miss me." It was her. "Lydia! Thank god you called!" "Well, I'll take that as a yes." Her voice had a smile in it. "I've been back since this morning, but I had some shopping and preparations to do. If you want that belt off, be in my room in five minutes." It only took about a minute to head upstairs to her room. As I went, I pondered what she'd said. What sort of preparations had she needed to do? What did she have in mind? When she opened the door, I thought I might have an idea. Leigh's half of the room -- the one closest to the door, looked just like it always had, but Lydia had hung a black curtain over her own half. I knew that Leigh wasn't due back until Sunday, so I figured that Lydia decided to do some temporary redecorating to surprise me. Lydia was wearing loose, baggy pants and a sweatshirt that was too large, and was wearing white socks on her feet. She was wearing no makeup that I could tell. In fact, other than the dark red nail polish she was wearing, she hadn't made a single feminine concession. But the look she fixed me with still would have turned me to stone, if I hadn't been wearing that belt. "Strip," she told me, as soon as she'd shut the door. Arguing wasn't an option. I was down to my belt in a minute, and she examined it. I had no idea if there was anyway to "cheat" and get out of it, but I sure hadn't found one. She was soon satisfied, and had me sit at Leigh's desk, pulling a second chair up to sit next to me. "So, how was your week?" She asked it so casually, you'd think we were just hanging out in the cafeteria. "Frustrating," I answered, honestly. "I'm sure," she answered, sounding almost sympathetic. "So, how badly do you want out of the belt?" "Desperately." "Would you do anything I asked?" She arched her eyebrows as she said this, and before I could answer, she put her fingers to my lips. "Don't answer -- I'll find out, anyway." She opened up the desk drawer, revealing a wide assortment of makeup. "Here's the deal. I think that every guy needs to understand what a woman goes through when deciding on makeup. Guys have it simple, but women have so much stuff to worry about. So, if you can prove to me that you understand what we go through, I'll let you out." "What do I need to do," I asked. I had a bad feeling that she was going to ask me to put on makeup. "Simple. Just help me with my makeup." I almost breathed a sigh of relief. "But if you mess up, even a little bit, that belt stays on for the rest of the semester." She had to be kidding! There was no way I'd be able to do a perfect job. Hell, I wasn't even sure what some of the items in front of me were. "Of course," she said, clearly seeing my look of worry, "there's another choice." "What is it?" "The other way to understand what I go through is to let me do it to you." "Put makeup on me? Lydia, I'm not sure about. . . " She put her fingers to my lips again. "Shh. We're in my room, the door's locked, and my roommate doesn't get home for two more days. No one's going to know but you and me. And frustrating as this week's been for you, didn't I show you a great time last week?" I couldn't deny it. That one night was simply mindblowing, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious about what else she had in mind. "Okay." Lydia grinned. "I knew you'd agree! Let me just get some stuff." She went behind the curtain for a minute and came out with a small bag. "Before I begin, I need to make sure you keep absolutely still, as I don't want you moving around and messing me up. Makeup is an artform, and I take it seriously!" Before I really had time to wonder what she had in mind, she pulled out some gloves and slid them on my wrists, They were stiff leather, and basically held my hands with the fingers splayed. There was a leather thong on the bottom of each, which she tied to the arms of the chair. She then attached my feet to the chair with leather cuffs. She stepped back and admired her work. Once again, I was at her mercy. She then straddled my lap and started applying makeup to me. It would have been an amazingly erotic situation, if the chastity belt hadn't prevented me from feeling her grind against me like I wanted. But it was distracting enough -- although I tried to follow what she was doing, I couldn't always be sure what was going on. She applied all sorts of powders, then lined my eyes and my lips with various pencils. She worked on my eyes for a long time, as well as my lips, applying all sorts of stuff to them. I have to admit, there was no way I'd have been able to do this to her. After what felt like forever, she stepped back and admired her work. "Not bad, if I do say so myself. You pull off trashy quite nicely!" She'd explained while she was working on me that most of the products were from a goth line called Urban Decay. I'd heard of them, and knew that they had names like "soot" and "gash," but I didn't know which ones she'd used on me. I was expecting her to show me a mirror, but instead, she reached down to my gloves and played with them for a second. As she did, the coverings of my fingers came off, revealing my fingertips and nails. I realized exactly what she had planned. "Lydia, please don't do that. I can't go around with painted fingernails!" "Oh, don't be silly, sweetie! I'll give you some fingernail polish remover later!" I still started to protest, but she gave me a look and said, "are you sure you really want that belt off?" I caught her drift, but she reached into her bag. She asked me to open my mouth, and I did without thinking, assuming it was one last makeup touch before she got to my nails. Instead, I felt her shove something in and very quickly inflate tie a strap around my head. I'd been gagged. "Oh, that looks lovely. There's nothing as sexy as a pair of paint lips wrapped around a ball gag," she said, as she finished inflating and tying it around my head. The gag filled my mouth completely. "That should allow me to work in peace," she said, as she pulled out a bright pink bottle marked "Id." As I watched, helpless, she turned my fingernails pink, and then went to work on my toes, where I could only assume she did the same thing. When she was done, she applied second coats, then applied some sort of enamel that made the nails shine. While she waited for that to dry, I could hear her fussing at the mirror that was behind me. I could only assume that she was putting on her own makeup now. After a few minutes, she came up behind me, and placed a hood over my head. "Don't worry," I heard her say. "This is just a pillowcase to keep you from seeing anything until I want you to. I'd prefer a blindfold, but I don't want anything too tight messing up your makeup." As she talked, she detached my feet from the chair (leaving the cuffs on my ankles, of course), placed fur-lined cuffs on my wrists, and removed the restraining leather bondage gloves. She led me into what I knew was the curtained-off part of the room, had me lie down, and attached my cuffs to the bed. I heard the rustle of clothing as she removed her clothes, and the thought of her naked body made me eager to get the pillowcase removed. After a minute of silence, which I suspected she did just to torture me even more, the hood was pulled back. Standing there in front of me was Lydia, but not naked as I'd expected. Instead, she was wearing a black latex bra with the nipples cut out. The bra pushed her breasts up, making them even more desirable than before. She was also wearing a latex miniskirt, and fishnet thigh-high stockings. For her makeup, she'd chosen a bright, cruel red lipstick, and dark shadow around her eyes. Her hair was back in a ponytail now. She looked amazing. "Like what you see?" I could only nod. "Good." She leaned over me and gently removed the gag. Before I knew it, she'd pulled a camera out of nowhere was had snapped a picture of me. "Lydia, what - " I started to ask. "Oh, don't worry! I just want something to remember this by!" She took a few more pictures and headed out of the curtained area. I could hear her at the computer, and the photo printer went off. In minute, she was back, and she finally showed me what I looked like. She'd used various shades of red on my lips, leading to a pink that darkened nearly to maroon at the lines of the lips. She'd put so much powder on me, I could barely recognize myself. And my eyes were practically slathered in green eyeshadow and liner. I looked like a teenage girl who had gone overboard with makeup. But I also clearly looked like me. Anyone who looked at this picture would know recognize me. "See! You look wonderful." I looked like a cheap whore, but I suspected that's what she wanted. "Now," she said, climbing on the bed. "You've been a good boy so far. Are you willing to work for a fucking?" I knew the only answer was yes, so I said so. "Good. I've always been turned on by the idea of a woman eating me out and sucking my tits." She lowered her nipples to my mouth, and I suckled at them eagerly for a while, as we had the week before. After a while, Lydia crawled up to my face and lifted her skirt, revealing red crotchless panties. She sat on my mouth, and I got to work. Her scent, combined with the latex of the skirt (which was now sitting right over my nose) had me floating, and I ate her out with relish. After more orgasms than I could count, she finally slid off. "Oh, that was wonderful," she said, as I attempted to catch my breath. "Are you ready for some real fucking now?" "God, yes!" I practically screamed. "So am I! But I'll want you gagged while we do it." I agreed, being willing to do anything at this point. As she slipped the gag in, I realized that this wasn't the same gag as before. This one had a penis shape to it. "Just giving you something to suck on," she said, as my eyes widened. As I pondered this, I felt her slide a pillow under my rear. She then pulled her skirt off, following that with her panties, which she dropped on my stomach. I watched her reach under the bed and pull out a key, and I was ecstatic as I saw her unbuckle my belt. She lightly massaged my penis as it quickly hardened. "Oh, you've been waiting for this, haven't you?" She asked, as I nodded again, all thoughts of the gag gone now. Once I was hard, she hopped off the bed again, and pulled something else out from under it. She turned around while she fiddled with it, and after a couple of minutes, turned back to me, wearing a full penis harness. She'd already lubed the dildo, and I could see it glisten. "What? I promised you a fucking, didn't I?" She climbed on the bed, hunched my ass even further off the bed, and slowly fucked me. I resisted at first, but it hurt a lot less as I gradually loosened my muscles. As she fucked me harder and harder, I realized that she must have had the back of the dildo rubbing against her clit, as she was clearly being brought to orgasm again. I also realized that I was also coming close to orgasm, even though she wasn't touching my penis at all! As I started to get near the edge, her hand wandered to my balls, massaging them, and I could feel the most explosive orgasm I'd ever experienced welling up inside of me. As I started to come, she placed a small beaker in front of my penis, capturing all of my semen as I spurted. The orgasm was so powerful, I wasn't fully aware as she slowly pulled out, and was only brought back to reality as she again crawled up my body towards my face. She caressed my cheek with one hand and smiled. "Did you have fun?" I nodded. I'm not sure I'd have chosen it, but the entire week had been worth it for an orgasm this intense. "Good. 'cause we're just getting started." Before I could even blink, I felt her attach something to the end of my gag. "I said I wanted you to understand what we women go through. Now you can know what it's like to have someone come in your mouth." She squeezed something, and the rubber penis gag spurted my own come back into my mouth! She kept squeezing, almost quicker than I could swallow, and I soon had eaten every last drop of my come, for the second time in a week. As I recovered, I felt her playing near my crotch again, and much to my chagrin, she'd put the chastity belt back on me. "Like I said, we're not done yet. I only promised that I'd remove it, not that it'd stay off." As she talked, Lydia had her back to me, dropping items into a small bag. She then started untying me, and moved me outside the curtains. I started to reach for my gag, but she stopped me, removing the additional piece she'd added but leaving the penis piece tied and inflated in my mouth. She had me wear a full terrycoat bathrobe, and before I knew it, she'd shoved the bag in my hands, opened the door, and shoved me out. I was standing in the hallway, fully made up, wearing a gag and a robe. All my clothes were still in her room! I glanced in the bag, saw my room key, and somehow made it back to my room without being seen. Thank god most folks weren't back from break yet, and the few that were were out at parties. As soon as I was in my room, I locked the door, removed the gag, and emptied the bag out onto the table. There was a note from Lydia, reading only, "be at my room at 9:00 AM." The other items included cold creams, cotton balls, and various other makeup removers. It took me a long time, but I finally got all the makeup off. I then realized that the bag was missing something -- nail polish remover! I could wear socks to cover my feet, but what could I do about my fingers? Fortunately, I didn't have anywhere to go that night, but I didn't like feeling trapped. And trapped is exactly what I was. Between the chastity belt and the fingernails, as well as the photos I knew she had, I had no choice but to show up tomorrow. And the worst part was, I wasn't sure I minded. Frustrating as this was, I'd also never been more turned on than when Lydia had me tied to that bed. Lydia Ch. 02 Lydia regained her senses a few minutes later. The three men had pulled out of her body but Vikash seemed to have some strength left. He carried her to the detention corner with cells for the arrested people. He used manacles to tie her to the bars of a cell door, leaving her hanging freely. The stress on her shoulders was terrible and she woke up quite fast. She drew on her arms and discovered she had to stand on her tiptoes if she wanted to relieve the pain in her shoulders. It was a very strenuous position but Vikash seemed not to care. He had waited until she was fully conscious and then he left her, telling her : -Don't worry; I'm going to my office. I have confiscated a useful tool to a man who managed a shop with forced workers making shoes for a well known American firm. I would like to try it on you! You'll see how fiendish men can be to enslave other people! Lydia had visited shops with forced workers for her reports and she had never expected to see it from the receiving angle but she was totally unable to oppose any resistance! She was spread eagled on the door of the cells block and manacled to the steel bars that would have stopped a bull... Vikash returned soon after with a vicious looking flogger with ten long leather strips. The strips were made into tight knots every two inches that would certainly increase tenfold the pain for the person receiving it. The handle was also in leather and wholly braided in the shape of a big cock. Lydia had no doubt it was especially designed to punish girls, probably in front of their colleagues. -It was used on inmates of a brothel who had been illegally smuggled in India from Thailand. The girls appeared sufficiently exotic to interest tourists and rich people hereby... It will strengthen your understanding of your new role in life! Your only mission is from now on to satisfy men, ANY men, in whatever ways they want! Failure to do so will just entail a return to this cell door but not for a short demonstration like today! Vikash opened the door completely, squeezing Lydia between the door and the wall. Her flesh was pushed between the bars. Her tormentor lifted the arm behind his shoulder and delivered the first stroke. Lydia yelled in pain as she discovered that the bars were no protection for her. Vikash spaced his ten lashes from her shoulder blades to the back of her thighs. Then he opened the door wide to gain access to Lydia's front. He presented the whip to Lydia's mouth and told her in a very menacing tone : -You are going to kiss this whip. If you are restive, I will apply ten more lashes to your back and then ten other on your front, but if you comply, I will be extremely generous and will give you just five lashes on your belly and tits but you'll return to meet Sulay and Amithar with the flogger shoved in your ass hole! That should be enough to revive them! What is your choice? Lydia was broken : she blubbered as she replied sheepishly: -I will kiss the whip, M... Master! -A wise decision, girl! I would have been sad ruining your nice back! Vikash whipped Lydia's breasts and belly but he was almost gentle, not applying the full strength of his arm. Lydia screamed aloud nevertheless but it was more fear than actual pain! Vikash then helped her down from the door. He just commented : -You were lucky we had no inmates today : they would have mauled your breasts through the bars and I would have left them take their pleasure with you! Now bend on the table and part your ass cheeks wide open with your hands! You have to take the whip handle in your back passage all the way! Sulay and Amithar are waiting anxiously for your return! Lydia was sobbing in distress but she complied hastily. Vikash shoved the handle in her mouth and told her to slaver copiously on it, to lubricate it for easier penetration! Lydia was tamed now and she followed his instructions. Vikash presented the conical tip of the improvised dildo to her anal opening. He shoved it inside slowly but in a single thrust. Vikash was proud to have opened her ass quite sufficiently to receive such a big intruder! He pushed it in to the hilt, leaving just the strips hanging from her ass hole down to the back of her knees... -Now back to the main offices, slut! Lydia hurried toward the place where the two policemen were waiting for her. Their first concern was for the marks on her back, those on her front were already fading away, just leaving a reddish coloration to her skin. The marks seemed to really arouse them as they almost immediately sported huge hard on erections! Vikash decided to organize things and to show he was the boss : -This girl had received a sound punishment of her back! You will let her ass quiet for the moment and just use her mouth and her pussy! Lydia was pushed immediately across a desk. Amithar plunged his cock deep into her throat. She then felt a presence behind her back. She yelled in anguish, thinking that Sulay had decided to use her anus contrarily to his boss' orders but she felt his cock pushing aside her nether lips : he was just taking her pussy backwards but it was another first for her : her previous lovers had never tried to fuck her pussy from behind her. Her sexual education was making quite fast progress! Finally her stay in India could be really rewarding! Vikash emitted a muffled groan and Lydia felt a spurt of semen landing onto her face and into her hair. Vikash seemed to have been aroused watching her taken by his two subordinates... They were presently shagging her non stop. Her lovers (as she had to admit, they were just that now!) clearly intended to shoot their sperm into her at the same moment. She turned her eyes toward Vikash. He disobeyed to his own orders and shoved his middle finger up her ass. She started bucking violently! She was forced to admit that she was excited like hell, too. She moved her ass up and down along the finger impaling her. There was nothing else she could do! It only seemed to bring her climax closer. Pleasure waves were rocking her whole body as the two cocks and the finger were pounding mercilessly at her ravaged holes! Lydia surrendered completely to her senses : they really owned her for the moment! She was nothing but their obedient slave, living just to be fucked violently like a true bitch! An Earth shattering orgasm rocked her insides : -Oh Ooohhh! AAAAAAARRRGGGHHHH! OOOOHHHH! The cocks in her mouth and her ass disgorged torrents of hot cum... The impact on the sensitive walls of her pussy made her cum repeatedly in direct response. She automatically started to lick the rapidly shrinking cock in her mouth, trying to revive it with her tongue and lips and suck the last droplets out of it! The three men continued to use and abuse her all the night. At 4 AM, Vikash decided they had had enough. They marched her toward his car in the front courtyard of the police station. She was still stark naked but she no longer minded being seen by passersby in this situation : she was way past it. Lydia not even asked where he was driving her. The two policemen had returned home for a much needed rest. Lydia was too! When they were arrived in front of an isolated villa in the outskirts of the town, Vikash told her to present him her wrists and he manacled them together, adding a long chain to it? Lydia felt she was an animal led by a leash to its prison. Cum was oozing from her pussy and her ass but she was totally unable to wipe it away... Vikash drove her inside. - This is my home. I leave alone here. You couldn't stay at the police station as other policemen will shortly arrive! I don't want you to tell to everyone that you have been raped by Sir Nigam! -Do you plan to keep me prisoner for years? -Certainly not, just the time to make you realize the futility of your position! Then we'll certainly find a use for you! You're too pretty to be killed if that is what you're afraid of and you may earn a lot of money for us! -I won't ever become a prostitute for you! -You'll become just what I decide! You're a Dalit, so nearly worthless. Any use for you by decent men might me a nice improvement! Your Karma will profit from it! Vikash held the chain hanging from her neck as if it was some leash and Lydia hurried to follow him with her wrists still manacled behind her back. She had lost her shoes at the police station and walked barefoot since then. The pebbles on the street had hurt her soles but she expected no pity from this beast. He had a nice big cock and he had made her cum violently against her will but he was certainly not the man of her dreams : a potbelly, violent, brutish and ill mannered! He drove her to what was apparently his bedroom. He was clearly a bachelor : there were pieces of discarded garments scattered on the floor and on the furniture. There were bottles of beer, wine, alcohols and even a few of water on the table, some half and other completely emptied. There was a ring attached to the wall. Vikash attached the chain to it. She probably wasn't the first girl he had kept in his home! Lydia tried to reach the bed but she discovered that the chain was too short. She was stopped about three feet from the couch. She contemplated with envy the large bed with fresh sheets... She would have loved to slump into it after a long soak in a hot bath but this was most probably a dream that would never come true anymore! She turned toward Vikash and asked with the most submissive tone she could muster : -Master, where shall I sleep? The chain is too short to reach the bed! -You didn't expect me to share my bed with YOU??? Just lie on the tiles and if the night is too cold, you may sleep on the bed carpet. No sheets and no pillows for a lowly Dalit girl, of course! Lydia obediently curled on the bed carpet and fell asleep quite fast. Her pussy and ass tickled her somewhat as they had been extensively exercised and her stomach was upset by indigestion of male spunk! Around 3 AM, Vikash woke up and switched on the lights, awaking Lydia with no consideration for her. She expected none and wasn't disappointed. He told her to keep her cheek on the tiles and just lift her ass. He kicked her ass, telling her to kneel on the floor and part her legs wide. Lydia instantly knew what the man wanted and took the adequate position. He fumbled behind her back and she could feel his cock drilling between her ass cheeks. He pumped his manhood in her once tight hole with brutality. Lydia was surprised not to feel any real pain, just some discomfort. Was she already getting used to be buggered regularly! In just 24 hours, Sir Nigam, Vikash and Sulay had used her that way. It seemed that her ass was especially attractive for Indian cocks! Provided it was not painful, she had nothing against it. She felt Vikash spraying a huge load of cum inside her and withdrawing without any caress for her. Lydia returned to her sleeping position, trying to forget the heat in her neglected pussy! Vikash went to a lavatory in a corner of the room and cleaned his cock hastily, not even bothering with drying himself. The night temperature was really hot and the water would dry swiftly! Vikash woke up again around half past seven. He kicked Lydia in the ribs with his foot and told her to prepare food for him. Her chain was long enough to reach for the fridge and the table! She dutifully served him his breakfast, stark naked, and her tits thrust forward and her ass pushed backwards in order to offer him the best possible figure. Then Vikash told her to clean the whole room, collecting and cleaning his dirty garments, cleaning the floor and the fridge, doing in fact all the domestic chores a Sutra would have done! Just Lydia was expected to do it without a stitch on her body. It just prevented her to clean the balcony but it clearly fuelled Vikash's lust. Every hours or so, he would push her on her knees and order her either to suck his cock or offer herself on the floor to be buggered or fucked. When he had been satisfied, he abandoned her, sometimes in the middle of her own climax! -If you want to cum, you may frig yourself, cunt! Vikash told Lydia to prepare his lunch. Her knowledge of Indian recipes was limited as Indian restaurants in Canada serve something adapted for local tastes : there was often meat served and the usual sauces were too hot for European delicate palates! Vikash had to explain Lydia how to prepare a decent meal. It reinforced his bad opinion about Dalits but it was a good apprenticeship for Lydia... Vikash congratulated her after she had cleared the table : - Very good lunch, cunt! Now you may clean the dishes and you make have a nap. I'll receive my colleagues Sulay and Amithar for dinner and you'll be the main course! Lydia had no objection to be ordered about just as she had been : she was now Vikash's possession, his personal slave, existing only to fulfil his animal lust! When she had finished her work, she obediently knelt on the floor like a good slave and crawled to the feet of Vikash with her eyes downcast. He smiled in silent triumph and told her to suck his cock before going to sleep. She started to work on him with her newly acquired experience. The cock in her mouth rapidly grew in size and hardness and soon began to spurt pre cum. After a few more minutes, it suddenly gushed into her mouth and down her throat. Vikash pulled out of her mouth and shot the rest of his cum onto her face. He told her not to wipe it and keep it during her nap. Lydia felt dirty but she obeyed once more! One hour later, the feel of dried cum on her skin and the stench woke Lydia up. She tiptoed discreetly to the lavatory and cleaned her face like a cat. She then returned to the carpet at the feet of her Master and placed herself with her ass lifted to the sky turned toward the bed, so that Vikash would have a perfect view on her totally offered pussy and ass hole when he would wake up in his turn. If the exhibition pleased him, he might be gentle with her afterward! Vikash finally woke up and contemplated Lydia's bum seductively displayed for the pleasure of his eyes. She had expected he would jump on her and impale her on his cock but he moved to present his impressive manhood to her mouth. She immediately changed her plans and covered his cock with her wet mouth and slurped avidly. She was no more shy when toying with a man's cock. When she had made him hard and slippery, he pulled out slowly and presented himself between her legs. He had a second of hesitation when he had to decide which hole he wanted to burst in. He finally opted for her tight cunt... He grabbed her by the hips and in a single thrust, he shoved his cock inside her all the way. Her cunt was becoming now really loose and it was fitting like a glove to a hand. -You're finally getting used to my size, cunt. I don't need to force my entry any more. Soon your ass will be stretched out in the same way and I will be able to alternate freely between your holes! You will come to love it! Lydia felt again deeply humiliated by it just added to her arousal! He fucked wildly her dripping wet cunt and she came several times. She had lost the number of her climaxes and most of them were just mind boggling! Lydia wondered whether it was possible to become addicted to sex. She was certainly doing her best to reach that level... Vikash was soon ready to cum but he wanted to show off his domination on the young woman : he pulled once more out of her pussy and turned her around. He shoved his wet cock into her waiting mouth. He shot another load into her mouth but he told her not to swallow... -Now open your mouth and show me you're an obedient bitch! It was another first for Lydia who had never imagined taking a part in such perverted games but she turned her head toward the man she really considered as her Master and opened her mouth wide. Her tongue and the back teeth were covered with a thick gooey. Vikash considered the mass of his thick sperm with satisfaction before telling her : -Now you may swallow it all! Lydia gulped it with relief. Her submission was another mark of the changes in her mind : she had been an independent mind who cherished taking her own decision. Since she had switched her identity with a dead Dalit, she had accepted to be dominated by other people : was she becoming in her mind a true Dalit? Would she end up doing the most disgusting tasks for a ridiculous fee? She would never have sucked the cock of any Canadian or American man and even less likely swallowed his jizzm! How could she accept it from some Indian corrupt cop? Lydia was flabbergasted when the buzz at the door rung. It was probably Sulay and Amithar. Vikash undid the collar that attached her to the wall and ordered her to open the door and greet their hosts. She inquired, panicked : -But, Master, I can't go out : I'm totally naked! -That is the reason why I gave you this order! Sulay and Amithar will enjoy having a naked girl open the door for them. They may even fuck you with the door wide open! Would you like it? It was a nightmare for Lydia but she followed her master's instructions to the letter and opened the door. Sulay beamed when he recognized her and saw her as Nature had intended! -Lydia? I love when you receive me with such a skimpy outfit! You must have greatly progressed if Vikash lets you roam his house in the glory of your complete nakedness! Let's see how tamed you are now! Sulay pushed Lydia against the wall and bent her over a low table. She instinctively arched her back offering her bottom to the hand of their visitor. He hastily freed his cock and impaled her ass with his long cock! She gasped under the unexpected assault but she didn't squirm otherwise. Sulay seemed pleased by her complacency : -Good, Lydia! You didn't try to resist! You seem already quite ready to make new acquaintances! I'll propose Vikash to bring you back to Sir Nigam and maybe to Mr Shuralka, the high commissioner! Lydia was terrified : Shuralka, that was the name of the man who had summarily shot a revolutionary terrorist woman during a raid against one of their strongholds in the mountains! He was said to be a sadist with women! Amithar's impatient voice drew her out of her terror : -Lydia! Don't I deserve a similar welcome greeting? She mumbled a few words of excuse. Just now she knew how a woman could apologize to a man. She leant on the table, bent even further down and opened her mouth in a perfect O! Amithar understood immediately the meaning of her gesture and he uncovered his rigid cock. Lydia took it in her mouth and worked her lips and her tongue on it. Amithar gasped in pleasure : -That is just how I would like to be saluted when I visit a friend's home! The host's wife or his daughter should do it for visitors, shouldn't they? Hello, Lydia! You seem to have vastly improved : yesterday you were a terrified sparrow and now you're the lady of the House! Don't you think so, Vikash? -That is fine for me, Amithar. I want both of you to stick their hard cocks inside Lydia and fill her with their hot seed. Watching you spraying your hot sticky cum deep inside her will be sufficient to make me very horny. I think you haven't used her back passage. So when you're done with her, I'll finish your job if you don't mind! When the three men had exploded in her three holes, she scurried to the toilets to refresh herself and then she hopped to the kitchen to fetch them drinks. She served them on a tray with glasses and she was kneeling at their feet. -I think Sulay is right : you're quite ready to be officially presented to Sir Nigam. He will love to enjoy again the brat he had met on the river bank! I've heard he is offering a banquet tomorrow. You will be the highlight of the dinner! - It's settled then! I'll phone Sir Nigam later this evening but, for the time being, we are just the three of us and that pretty girl. How are we going to spend the evening? Lydia Ch. 02 Vikash had quite surely the wickedest mind of them all. He proposed to organize a noria. He had to explain to his friends what he meant... Lydia was told to kneel at his feet and suck him good. He freed his cock from his garments and held it in front of her mouth. She could see it just before her eyes throbbing and swelling steadily. Sulay made some lewd comments about the big boner she would soon have to accommodate! Lydia blushed but remained mute : she had still bursts of shyness that made the three men laugh loudly, adding to her confusion! She put an end to this awesome moment by taking Vikash's cock in her mouth without waiting for the instructions of her Master. When he had attained its maximal girth and Lydia had made a nice job wetting his cock, he moved to her pussy. Playing with Vikash's cock hadn't left her insensitive to the general excitement and her pussy was dripping wet! He pushed into her and she took him whole in a single shove : Lydia was becoming greedy with huge Indian cocks! Her pussy was delightful : still pleasantly tight but very deep and utterly deliquescent. It was a dream for a pussy lover! Lydia moaned as he started to move into her most sensitive place, rubbing against her clit, nursing gently her cervix and grinding against her G point. Could any woman resist such a treatment? Vikash stopped for an instant to scold Amithar : - What are you doing? It's a noria I wanted to organize! So make our fine lady sucks your cock while I am fucking her. When I'll have cummed, I'll pop out and you'll replace me in her pussy while Sulay will have his prick lathered in her mouth. Meanwhile, I will just rest and watch the show. I hope I'll have regained my full hardness when it will be my turn again. If we keep a perfect organization, Lydia should keep a hot and hard rod in her pussy for hours if not for the whole night! If we succeed, she will soon become another cock hungry slut! Vikash wanted just that Lydia had no break in the constant fucking of her tight cunt in order to keep her at the peak of her excitement. Lydia was sucking desperately Amithar's cock and slurping on it like the lowliest harlot. Vikash screamed when his cock erupted in her pussy. She cummed also quite violently! Vikash really enjoyed when her pussy muscles milked him dry. He spurted another jet in her pussy and his cock popped out of her. Amithar hastily pulled out of her mouth and took the place vacated by his boss and Sulay impaled her face on his cock. Good : they had understood the principle of a noria and it would be running until one of them failed. It would be probably Lydia as she could not take any rest! Their hostess finally threw in the towel shortly before 3 AM : seven hours, not so bad for a girl who had never been gangbanged three days before. She hadn't been a virgin either and Vikash had been sad about it : with a proper mentor like himself, she could have become a world-class whore! Men were sometimes unable to know when they had a jewel in their hands! Nonetheless, she had failed on her task and he spanked her quite vigorously as her punishment. She yelled, screamed and cried but he just didn't care. When his right hand began to hurt really, he pushed her on the floor like a rejected item and Amithar took his place, punishing her ass cheeks anew. Lydia was sobbing plaintively as her bottom became purple under the shower of slaps but she was dutifully sucking Sulay's cock and her sobs were muffled. They redoubled when Sulay got into the dance on her bottom and Lydia had reasons for it, as Sulay was the strongest of them all. He was a Dalit also as some government jobs had been put aside for them but his advancement had been thwarted by his lowly origin! Vikash saw with satisfaction that the idea of punishing a fellow Dalit girl didn't reduce the strength of his slaps! Vikash terminated the punishment with a punitive buggering. Her ass was violet and was swollen. He had to force his entry without lubricant and he had to use all his strength. It was extremely painful for Lydia but that was totally unimportant! Vikash told his two subordinates they could sandwich Lydia and sleep with her impaled on their two cocks. The punishment they had given her had given them new stamina and they were both sporting huge hard on! Her screams as they rammed her pussy and ass were quite plaintive but that just increased their lust! At half past eight on the next morning, Vikash phoned Sir Nigam. As he had expected, the businessman was delighted that Lydia had been bold enough to present a complaint against him at the police station. He congratulated Vikash for his wise management of this little difficulty and he invited him with his two assistants to the party he was organizing at the convention centre in the evening! Of course, they should come with Lydia who would have the privilege of dancing for his guests! His secretary would drop at Vikash's home a video of the dances he expected Lydia to perform for his guests, nothing too elaborate, just extremely risqué! She would appear on stage wearing a beautiful saree and shed progressively her clothes, finishing the dances stark naked. All the guests could have her to their leisure afterwards! Vikash let Lydia and his assistants sleep until 2 PM. He had phoned a wallah (delivery man) to bring in pastas for a brunch. He could afford it as Sir Nigam had promised him a good tip if Lydia met his expectations! He was extremely polite with her when he woke her up. After their brunch, Vikash told her to take a long soak in a hot bath with relaxing Ayurvedic oils followed by a massage. Lydia had never been so much pampered and she emerged from it with renewed energy and her fears about meeting Sir Nigam had just evaporated! She watched the video Sir Nigam had has delivered at Vikash's house. She had opened herself the door for Sir Nigam's male secretary and she had allowed him to feast on her naked body to his content. Her previous shyness seemed to have melted away like snow under the summer sun of India! They took Sulay's car to go to Sir Nigam's house. It was a neon red pick up. The three men went in the cabin and Vikash told her to stand on the plateau in the back. It would mark her lower status and teach her humility. The people in the other cars or the pedestrians would also love to see such a beautiful girl with the wind pushing her saree against her body and leaving nothing to imagination about the curves of her body! Many honks followed their car and Lydia waved back in return. She seemed to appreciate being the centre of attention! When they arrived at destination, Sir Nigam came personally to greet them. He complimented Lydia on her beauty, even more stunning than in his memory. He kissed her hand and spirited her away, in order to change into the garments he had chosen for her performance... Lydia had a moment of panic when she was separated from Vikash and his assistants. Everything considered, she felt protected when she was with them! About ten minutes later, Sir Nigam returned alone to the lobby. Vikash was surprised not to see Lydia on his side... Sir Nigam made a short speech, thanking his guests for having answered to his invitation. He gave them a little information on the development of his company and then he offered them to visit the buffet and taste the different beverages. He announced a show starting around 11 PM that would be really hot! Five minutes to eleven, Sir Nigam took an armchair and proposed his guests to take place. When the scheduled hour came, there was a drum roll and a door opened in the back of the room, just in front of Sir Nigam. Vikash had trouble recognising Lydia. She was wearing a sparking golden silk saree with silver embroideries that glittered under the spotlights. Under the saree, you could see a black choli that covered almost completely her belly. She was covered with expensive looking jewels : a big star with sparkling diamonds on her forehead and impossibly big earrings. It was fortunate for her that a gold chain hidden in her hair, as no human ear lobes would have been able to sustain them, mainly supported the pair of earrings. Lydia had also on her fore arms, maybe fifty gold bracelets that jingled happily when she made any moves. She had similar bracelets to her ankles and an armlet in the shape of a snake on her left arm. Its eyes were blue diamonds. The assistance and even Vikash and Sulay gasped : Lydia was really magnificent! No one would have recognized the poor Dalit girl harvesting cotton under the fierce sun and dripping with sweat in that ethereal goddess that seemed to float on a cloud. Lydia started her dance by playing with her pallu (the embroidered terminal panel of a saree). She swirled around on herself, making the silk of her saree float in the air around her. She drew progressively on the fabric and freed it from the string holding her petticoat. The spectators were fascinated but the dance was not especially difficult : no choreography, She had just to dance in rhythm with the music that nobody had noticed as the dancing girl enthralled them! Lydia was now wearing her black silk choli and a matching petticoat. Lydia turned around again rubbing her torso with her hands in order to attract attention on the luscious curves of her breasts and her hips. Vikash and several other people started to clap their hands in rhythm. Even Sir Nigam participated into it! Sir Nigam was very pleased : even totally inexperienced, Lydia offered his guests a nice show and her own beauty added to the erotic touch of her dance. She ripped off the string of her petticoat as Sir Nigam had told her to do and it fell gracefully onto the floor. Underneath she had a mini string almost completely see through. Everyone could see that her crotch was perfectly bald as if she was underage. She cupped her breasts, pretending a virginal shyness but she took the opportunity of a twist to unhook her choli. When she lifted her hands to the sky, her choli fell down. She then tiptoed toward sir Nigam and bent down, almost falling in his arms but that move was just to give him the privilege of pulling down the last protection of her modesty. She jumped into a series of somersaults around the line of spectators and finally froze sprawled on a table with her les and arms wide open, in total abandon. She waited patiently : her instructions specified that she wouldn't move until Sir Nigam told her to do so! He walked toward her, applauding her for her performance. He announced to the crowd : -Now, after this sexy dance, you may have our delicious dancer. Her three holes are available and her only orders are to forget the word "No" until I tell her to leave us! Sir Nigam opened his fly and drew out an erect cock, long and meaty that would have interested many girls. He took it in its hand, in order to direct it accurately toward her pussy. He rubbed it playfully against her clit, making Lydia gasped in excitement then he shoved it in like an animal. Lydia screamed but the pain scream was swiftly replaced by moans of pleasure! Sir Nigam kept a haughty stance for as long as he fucked Lydia. She understood he was taking his pleasure from her but he continued to despise her : A Dalit was an inferior creature, wasn't she? He cummed on her belly and left the place to one of his guests! The man took a towel and wiped the cum from her belly before plunging his cock into her slit. Lydia screamed again but this time there was no trace of pain at any moment. The next one made her turn on her belly and he buggered her mercilessly? Her gold rings pleasantly jingled as everyman one after the other fucked her! And after all of them had sputtered cum in one of her holes, Sir Nigam returned to her. The first time he had used her pussy and he decided to plunge his rod in her ass hole, making her scream again although she had been extensively lubricated by so many cocks. When everyone was sated, Sir Nigam told Lydia that he thanked her for her subservience. He helped her to her feet, shoved a paper napkin in her pussy to prevent leakage of the gallons of cum the men had pushed into her pussy and ass hole. He told her he would invite her again soon and that she could return home... Vikash would offer her a ride! A maid removed all the baubles covering her body, just replacing the diamond star on her forehead by a glittering bindi and the gold rings around her wrists and heels by a few copper rings that made no pleasant chime as she walked but wasn't it normal as she was just a lowly Dalit girl, not worth to wear expensive jewels. The most difficult part for Lydia was to put on simple cotton petticoat, choli and saree in place of the rich fabric she had been wearing a short time before... Vikash and his assistants accompanied her to her house but they entered with her inside. She would have loved to rest quietly but they had decided that the orders Sir Nigam had given to offer her a ride home included another type of ride and she was soon fucked in all possible ways by the three men. Fortunately they left her soon after a single fuck. Vikash told her she was to rest now as she would have to prove her abilities to a very strict Dalit overseer... Their leering laughs told her that they didn't meant just her abilities as a cotton harvester but also, quite certainly, her sexual abilities. At least, she thought that she had made enormous progress in this direction! Lydia Ch. 03 I actually managed to sleep well that night, in spite of all my worries. Lydia had clearly worn me out more than I realized. My alarm woke me at a bit after 8, and after showering and otherwise getting ready, I was at Lydia's room by 9. I had my hands jammed in my pockets as the only way to hide my painted nails. Lydia greeted me with a quick peck on the lips, as if we were just boyfriend and girlfriend, catching up after Spring Break. She was dressed casually today, jeans and a t-shirt. Both showed what she had quite nicely, but neither was deliberately revealing. As soon as she had the door shut, she had me strip. She once again secured me to the bed, and lay down, fully clothed, on top of me. She stroked my hands and said, "wow -- I can't believe you left the polish on. You must really have enjoyed being a woman!" "Lydia, you didn't -". She grabbed my jaw in her hands and stared in my eyes. "One rule I have is that you never contradict me and you never interrupt me, understood?" I hadn't been interrupting her, but I knew that wasn't the thing to say. I simply nodded. Lydia shifted up towards my face, and turned around and say with her crotch right on my mouth. I could taste the denim, but the material was too thick for me to possibly eat her out. She leaned back, pushing her ass right into my nose, nearly smothering me. I could breathe, but barely. She lowered her head near my crotch, and gently licked the area near my encased penis. "I bet this little guy would just love to get out again, wouldn't he?" She leaned back again, and I don't know how long she spent in that position. Every once in a while she'd shift, and completely cover my nose with her ass, but never long enough to stop me from breathing. After a while, there was a knock on the door. I was startled. I didn't want anyone else to see me like this! But Lydia winked at me as she got off the bed, and closed the curtain. As long as I was quiet and no one went back here, I was safe. I heard the door open, and Lydia squealed, "Jen!" The girls chatted for a bit, and it sounded like Jen had just come by from her morning jog. After they caught up on their Spring Breaks, Jen asked if she could use the hall shower, as she was feeling really grungy from her run. Lydia loaned her a bathrobe and a change of clothes, and I heard Jen take off her clothing, get into the robe, and head down the hall for a shower. The thought of Jen's naked body excited me. At least, it would have, if it weren't for the cage around my penis. Once the door closed, Lydia slipped back behind the curtain. "Jen always takes long showers, you know. I think she's probably going to masturbate in the shower. Does that excite you?" Before I could respond, Lydia sat on the bed next to me. "This is a good opportunity for today's lesson, which is learning how to appreciate a woman. Oh, I know you think you already appreciate women, but you appreciate them when they make themselves up for you and go out of their way for you. I want you to love women for all their assets." "Open your mouth." As I did so, she shoved something made of cloth into my mouth, and taped my mouth shut. "Those are panties I took out of my drawer. They're clean, fresh, and should taste like nothing at all other than cotton. Yet I bet the thought of those turns you on, right?" She was right, and just to prove it, she unlocked the chastity belt, and watched as my penis grew. She then held up a running shoe. "This is Jen's shoe. She just ran three miles in it, and she runs every day." She placed it over my nose, and I almost gagged. "That's the smell of a women working out to look her best. You should appreciate that smell. That's what we're going to work on." She held the sneaker in place and tied it around my head with the shoelaces. She lowered her head towards my crotch, and slowly sucked on my penis. I had been going soft, but her mouth made me hard again, even with the musty smell of Jen's shoe. She sucked me for a bit, but then pulled away. She reached up, removed the sneaker, and then pulled the tape away and removed the now-soaking panties.. "So, you're starting to associate that smell with her? Are you enjoying yourself?" I still didn't love the experience, but I couldn't deny being turned on, and said so. "Good. Time for the panties again." She shoved the panties back in and retaped them. As soon as she did so, I realized that these weren't the same panties. They were wet, but not from my saliva -- they tasted of sweat and of a woman's juices. "Now you can taste Jen, too," Lydia said, as I realized where the panties came from. She retied the shoe over my nose, and went back to work on me. This time, she sat down squarely on my face, placing her wonderfully shapely and jeans-clad ass rig on the sneaker, pressing Jen's shoe -- and her smell -- right into my nose. She continued to suck my penis, taking me right to the edge of orgasm and then simply removing her mouth. She repeated the cycle three times, each time leaving me desperate for release, practically thrashing in my bonds, and no longer caring about the smell or taste I was experiencing. After pulling back the final time, she told me, "sorry, honey, but I don't think you should be coming so soon." She walked out of the curtain, and came back in with an icepack wrapped in a paper towel. She held that to my penis until it shrank, and then placed the chastity belt back on me. She removed the sneaker and the panty gag, and I was practically ready to howl in frustration. "Don't worry, honey. I promise that you'll get the chance to cum today." Before I could say anything, I heard a knock on the door, and Lydia disappeared to let Jen back in. They chatted a bit more, as I heard the sounds of Jen getting dressed. After a few minutes, I heard Lydia say, "I've got to run to the library to catch up on some classwork. Can you look after Adam?" What?!? Had I heard her correctly? I clearly had, and as soon as Jen whipped open the curtain, I realized that this had all been a part of the plan as well. The clothes she had changed into after her shower were the same spandex pants and top that I'd seen her in earlier this week. She grinned at me. "So, you're mine for the day. I can be a little more demanding than Lydia, so you're really going to have to prove your worth if you want me to take off that belt." More demanding? What more could she possibly have me do? "Lydia tells me that you enjoyed your lessons in acting like a woman. So we'll work on that first." As she said this, she untied me and led me to the chair, where I was rebound as I had been the day before. She placed the bondage gloves on me again and removed the fingertip section. This confused me, since I already had polish on. She placed a ball gag in my mouth and then explained what she was up to. "Painted nails are nice, but to really appreciate what women go through, you need longer nails." She pulled out a press-on nail kit. She had to be kidding me! But there was nothing I could do. She took her time, removing the old polish, then gluing, filing, and painting my nails. She went for a more girly pink this time, and my nails looked ridiculous. They were at least half an inch long, which I never thought was much, but turned out to be quite a lot! She'd used nails that curved a little bit, so my fingers looked almost as if they had talons on the end of them. She then knelt down and got to work on my toes. Again, I couldn't see what she was doing (although it didn't feel like she'd placed false nails on my feet, thankfully!), but it took her quite a while. All this time, Jen didn't talk to me at all, just worked in a businesslike manner. After she was done with that, she removed the gag -- cautioning me not to make a sound -- and got to work on my face, putting in easily as much time as Lydia had the night before. Like Lydia, Jen ground against my crotch as she worked on me, and I wasn't really able to follow what she was doing. I do know that not only did she take her time, but she seemed to put many coats on my lips, my eyes, even my lashes. Once she was done, she got the camera and spent lots of time snapping pictures. She didn't show me any of the pictures of my face, but she did show me the picture of my feet. She'd painted the nails red, but had then taken a pink polish and painted letters on the toes. My feet, reading left to right, now read, "JEN'S BITCH." Each toe had one letter (with the apostrophe getting its own toe). "I'll be right back," Jen whispered (quickly licking my ear as she did so), and then she was out the door with the camera, presumably to upload the pictures. The chair wasn't in the line of sight from the doorway as long as it wasn't opened all the way, and she closed it behind her, fortunately. While I waited for her, I had to admit that I was still aroused. Seeing those words on my feet, knowing that Jen wanted to own me for a day and use me, that made me want to know what she had in mind, even as it also made me incredibly nervous. Jen was gone for at least fifteen minutes. I got nervous at first, since it seemed like a long time, but her dorm was a few buildings away, so if she had to go back there to upload the pictures to her computer, it would be a while. Plus, I didn't doubt that she might take longer than needed, just to make me sweat. Finally, she came back. She opened the door all the way, and I nearly had a heart attack. I was sure that someone would see me. But Jen had clearly waited until the hallway was empty, and her knowing smile as she shut the door and put a duffle bag down on the bed told me she'd meant to scare me like that. "Oh, we're going to have lots of fun today." Her smile told me that she, at least, expected to have fun. Jen walked around behind me, and I felt her slip something onto my neck. I realized, as she snapped it into place, that it was a collar. It wasn't choking me, thankfully, but it was a snug fit. She leaned down and whispered in my ear, "wearing a collar means you're owned, just like a dog. Since I put this on you, I own you. But I'll probably give you back to Lydia when I'm through." Her words made me shudder, partially with worry, but partially (I was amazed to realize) with anticipation. She removed my hands from the chair, and attached the cuffs to the collar. I couldn't see the collar to know exactly how she did that, but my hands were pretty secure. She then somehow secured the collar to the chair, effectively immobilizing me. "We need to take care of getting you dressed," Jen said as she brought the bag down near my feet. She uncuffed my feet and had me stand up. My legs were shaky from being tied down for so long, and my sense of balance wasn't helped by the position of my hands, but I was able to get up. But instead of putting my clothes on me, she wrapped a huge bath towel around me, covering me completely from my neck (and hands) to my thighs. When I started to ask her what she was doing, Jen gave me a look that clearly told me to be quiet. She went to the door, opened it a tad, and peeked out. After a minute, she opened it all the way, turned to me, and said, "the bathroom's the third door down on the right." She then grabbed me and shoved me into the hallway, closing the door behind me! I was scared, and almost froze, but I realized that, even covered in the towel, anyone who saw me would know that something was wrong. The makeup, the toe polish, and the fact that I'm sure I still looked like a guy underneath it all. So I ran, and fortunately, the bathroom door was a "push" door. I pushed in, and, fortunately, no one was in either of the stalls or the three showers. I figured that my best bet was a stall, so went right into one of them. I realized that with the towel wrapped around me so tightly, I couldn't get my hands out to lock the stall, but I was able to shove the door shut, at least. After a minute, I heard the bathroom door open, and I recognized Jen's legs walking in. She locked the bathroom door. I hadn't realized that the door had a lock, but there was a latch on it. She opened up my stall and ordered me into a shower stall. I was confused, since I was already wearing makeup that would surely wash off, but these stalls were large, and she had me sit on a stool near the back of one, away from most of the water. She removed my hands from the collar and re-attached them to the stool. Jen then pulled out a pink bottle and started applying some sort of lotion to my legs. She spent quite a while on them, and by the time she was done, my legs were tingling. She then took the shower head (one of those flexible ones), and sprayed my legs with it, and I saw most of my hair come off and fall into the drain! She applied a little more cream to get areas she missed, and then applied some sort of lotion. By the time she was done, my legs felt perfectly smooth. After drying me off, she slid panties up my leg. They were pink, and bigger than I'd expected. I couldn't tell much more about them. She then moved my hands back to my collar and placed another towel around me. This time, she led me down the hallway herself, again with no one else around, thankfully. Once we were in Lydia's room, Jen removed my hands from my collar and had me raise my arms, where she promptly reattached them to a clasp that I hadn't even seen on the wall before. She placed a blindfold over my eyes. It wasn't tight -- like Lydia, she clearly didn't want to mess up my makeup -- but it stopped me from really seeing what she was doing for more than a glimpse. She wrapped a loose skirt around me. I then felt something cold wrap around my sides. I couldn't place what kind of clothing it was, until I felt her pulling on the back, and the cloth tightening on my sides! She'd placed some sort of waist cincher on me! It was tight enough to make me gasp, although I was still able to breathe just fine. She followed by placing a bra around my chest. She then placed a short sleeved blouse on me. The sleeves buttoned around my shoulders so she didn't have to unlatch my arms to get it on. It was slightly open at the chest, presumably to show my "cleavage." She then untied my arms and guided me to the chair, where she sat me down and re-strapped me. I felt her placing shoes on my feet. They were a little tight, but they were open-toed, so weren't too bad. From the straps around my ankles, though, I knew she hadn't exactly placed me in flip-flops. Finally, Jen seemed satisfied. I heard the click of the camera a few more times, then she removed the pillowcase and untied my hands. "Stand up and take a look in the mirror, sweetie." I stood, or tried to, at least. She'd placed me in heels, and between the cincher at my waist and the shoes, I nearly fell to the floor! I looked down, and saw that the shoes had a ludicrous spiked heel. It was at least six inches. However, the shoes (which were black) also had a platform of at least three or four inches. It wasn't so much that it was curving my feet that threw me off, it was the fact that I was practically walking on stilts! Worse, there were locks on the straps. Even if I'd had my hands free, I wouldn't be able to get those shoes off! I was so thrown by the shoes, I almost forgot about everything else. Jen had placed me in a frilly pink skirt that was surprisingly comfortable. It tickled against my shaven thighs, ending right below my knee, where I could see my bare and hair-free legs heading down to the shoes. Moving up my body, I couldn't see the cincher itself, but I could sure feel it and see its effect. The cincher had pulled in my sides, making it seem that I'd lost at least ten or fifteen pounds! This made the pink blouse she'd placed on me look less silly, as it seemed that I actually had a little figure. The cincher had given me something resembling breasts, and the bra (black, I could see, just from glancing through the blouse's open top) was also padded. Then I looked in the mirror, and saw the rest of me. If the makeup job Lydia had done on me was trampy, this was the sluttiest look I'd ever seen. She'd used dark, nearly red-brown lipstick on me, and whatever she did made my lips look thicker than before. My eyes were lined and shadowed in various mixes of blue, and the mascara she'd applied even had a tint of blue to it!. Again, she'd use lots of powder, but this time, she'd also added a dark red blush. She'd also, amidst everything else, ruffled my hair enough that it looked more like a short girl's cut, with much of it sticking up. I realized that she'd probably snuck some gel into it when she was removing the pillow case. The final thing I saw was the collar. It was a solid black piece of leather, with metal studs all along it. And right in the middle of it was a padlock. "Now," she said, back to a more business-like tone, "let's get started. We've got a long day ahead of us." Started? I shuddered to think of what she had planned. "Now," Jen said, "you've just put on a lot of clothing. Let's start taking it off." I blinked for a second. That was it? But as I started to reach for the blouse to remove it, she stopped me. "Oh, I didn't mean you could just take your clothes off. You've got to earn your way out of them. Do what I say and make me happy, and I'll let you take off some clothing. But each time you fail to make me happy, I'm only going to give you a harder task. Do you understand?" "Yes, Jen." "First, no more of that. You'll call me 'Goddess,' not 'Jen' or even 'Goddess Jen.' Your job is to worship me and make me happy. If I'm happy, I might allow you to be happy." She licked her lips to emphasize this. Unlike me, Jen wasn't wearing a lot of makeup, just some light gloss that made her lips shine a bit. "Now, Lydia tells me that you sucked on her penis gag last night. So you're something of a cocksucker. Let's take that to the next level." While I tried to figure out what she meant, she leaned me over the seat of Lydia's desk chair. My crotch was basically resting on one armrest, with my head on the other one. Fortunately, they were padded. She tied my wrists to my feet, and walked behind me, where I could hear some shuffling. She then walked back in front of me, wearing the same harness that Lydia had worn the night before. The dildo in it was a different one this time, a small, flesh-colored one, but it was definitely bigger than the gag I'd had last night. She saw the worry in my eyes. "Oh, don't be a baby. You guys have no problem expecting us gals to suck anything, so let's see how much you like it! I want to see you suck and lick this with enthusiasm! I'd better see lots of your little whore mouth's lipstick marks on this when I'm through!" Neither Lydia nor Jen had used such a harsh tone with me yet. Before I could begin to process it, though, she stuck the fake penis towards my mouth, and I had no choice but to start sucking. It was a funny experience -- the dildo was covered with a soft, pliant rubber that felt a lot like skin. It was mostly flavorless, with a slight rubber aftertaste. After a few seconds of just letting it sit in my mouth, Jen decided to take control. She grabbed my hair in one hand and started thrusting her hips. I was forced to suck the dildo just to avoid gagging. "Suck my cock, you little whore! That's it! Get your slutty lipstick all over my dick. That's it!" Jen kept going that way for what seemed like forever. She was clearly incredibly aroused by what I was doing, and was soon lost in it. Since the harness was still being worn over her spandex, I couldn't imagine that she was getting any true physical pleasure from it. It must have been the thrill of seeing my mouth over her "cock" that was turning her on so much. And much as I didn't like the idea of sucking even a fake penis, I couldn't deny that her level of arousal had me aroused as well. Not that my penis could do anything about it. Lydia Ch. 03 By Dan57 and Cih Lydia woke up early as she had to walk three miles to the cotton fields. The other workers used pick up lorries but it was for her an easy way to exercise somewhat. Cotton harvesting is tedious but not overmuch demanding. The only problem was the terrible heat of the Indian summer. The workers used to start working early in the morning and take shelter during the warmest hours and return working later when the heat had dwindled. She was quite curious : it would be the first time she would have a Dalit overseer. On the previous occasions, she had been considered as an apprentice who worked under the supervision of an experienced cotton picker. If the overseer commended her work, she would have a little pay increase and would be allowed to work alone : fields are not always quite extensive as the soil in the vicinity was often cut by deep gullies. Cotton is still often harvested by hand in India and the main interest is that you don't need defoliation prior to harvesting with mechanical machines. The defoliant used is an arsenide compound, thus a dangerous pollutant! Lydia felt proud to take a small part in the reduction of general pollution on Earth. That was one of the reasons that had made her choose Uttar Pradesh as her final destination! In her own way, Lydia was an ecologist but few of them would accept to toil under the scorching sun as she was doing for such a very modest pay! The overseer was quite friendly, perhaps too much as he patted quite familiarly Lydia's bottom... Was it just a really friendly pat, an assessment of her reactions, of her submissive tendencies, mayhap! Just if she overreacted, he may block her admission to the post she wanted. She finally opted not to react. She would be sure not to antagonize him and he would certainly not be more demanding than Sir Nigam or Vikash... Lydia looked really at him for the first time : so far she had kept her eyes downcast, looking at his shoes and no higher. She gulped instinctively when she looked at him straight in the eyes... He looked fine, with wrinkles on his forehead and on the corner of his eyes, his hair was thick and greying and he had very attractive, almost fascinating green eyes. He was slender with well-toned muscles. Lydia's heart skipped a beat or two : this man was mature, maybe twenty or thirty years older than she was but he just radiated self assurance. She felt insanely attracted to him, far more than anything she had felt before! He was impersonating what Lydia's previous boyfriends had desperately lacked. In front of him, she felt totally secure, he was a rock on which a girl could seek support, a safe harbour for the ship in a tempest! She tried to retrieve her calm : was she getting mad? This old Dalit may be wise and experienced but he was far too old for her! She couldn't fall in love with such an old timer! And she barely knew him : he may be the worst rascal in private! But she had to admit she was desperately attracted by him! Was it love on first sight? What would her old colleagues in Toronto think of her? They would most probably laugh at her, remembering she had just discarded gorgeous and rich men like Jack Driscoll who was the owner of the journal she worked for to fall desperately in love for an old Dalit that would accept the dirtiest tasks to earn a living! She shrugged her shoulders : maybe it was her Karma! She pushed her breasts forward and sucked in her belly in order to offer this man her best figure. She knew she was using the basic seduction recipes for desperate girls wanting to seduce a potential mate. She was ashamed of it but she continued : she turned to offer him her best profile and flashed him a beaming smile. She redoubled her efforts to gather more cotton, desperately trying to impress that man... Suddenly a sinewy hand caught hers! It was HE! - Calm down, please, Lydia! You were making a nice job and now you are getting feverish! You couldn't sustain this rhythm for twelve hours! At least, I couldn't! Relax and save your strength! This gentle scolding had broken a wall between them. She turned toward him when she found anything unusual, such as a worm or a moth or a fungus attacking the plant. Amit was the perfect professor, calm, precise and encouraging and Lydia was the perfect pupil, concentrated and attentive... That pushed them even closer... During the pause from noon to 4 PM, they found some shadow under an old tree, away from the other workers. Amit had chosen a place where they were out of sight from every one in the vicinity, hidden by several shrubs. She had followed him with no invitation from him. Her heart was pumping wildly in her chest although he had made no move on her! Was she just imagining things? She was a lowly Dalit girl but he was just a Dalit worker, wasn't he? They lay side-to-side, waiting for the heat to subside somewhat. Amit took Lydia's hand between his fingers and rubbed gently her palm in circles without a word. A lightning ran along her spine and she felt an incredible arousal. She closed her eyes in rapture, parted her lips and turned toward Amit. She wanted him to take her, town, her, even if he never touched her again in the future. It was primeval lust! He bent down on her and covered her mouth with his lips. Their kiss started with just a contact between their mouths but it evolved quite rapidly into a frantic French kiss. Amit's tongue started to explore her mouth, sweeping her teeth and waging a terrible battle with her tongue. Lydia put her arms around Amit's head in an amorous embrace. She realized that her ardour was mostly due to her many sexual encounters of the last days. She had felt nothing for Sir Nigam or Vikash and she had been frustrated by their loveless fucking. She probably overreacted with Amit but it was filling a terrible void in her heart. She arched her back and sat down to help him remove her saree and her other garments... She no longer cared risking being discovered by another cotton gatherer... Amit very gently grabbed her hair and pulled her head toward his crotch. She parted slightly her lips and let him invade her mouth. She concentrated on giving him the best head she could : he was the man she had always desired, she had dreamed of snuggling in the arms of someone she would love and fate had decided it would be some old Dalit and not some young, handsome and rich athlete! Lydia rode above Amit and rubbed her tits from his crotch to his mouth. He moaned in protest, anxious for a more intimate contact. Without losing the contact with Amit, she rode him until his cock wedged itself in the valley of her pussy. She slightly lifted her lips to find a better angle of penetration and bore down on him. She was so impatient that he rammed his cock halfway into her pussy in a single shove. She wondered why he had not gone any deeper : her pussy was dripping wet and their playful caresses had excited her so much that her pussy lips were wide open with the pink showing between them. She turned her head toward his cock she had not just watched so far. Lydia gasped as Amit was really well endowed, far better than Sir Nigam or even Vikash. He was more than ten inches long and almost like a beer can in circumference! No wonder she hadn't been able to take it all in a single shove! Lydia withdrew gently by about two inches and slid back on his thick pole. This time, it went deeper into her... all the way in fact as it banged on her closed cervix... There were two inches of his cock remaining outside. She got frustrated : she wanted to do her duty as a female : accommodating her mate's cock fully in her pussy. Amit calmed her down in his soothing voice : - Hush, puppy! We will have other occasions to pry you further open! Let's enjoy what we have and leave us other mountains to climb! - Sure, luv but two inches and a half, I would say! I will never get that deeper! - Don't worry! There are ways! But not today! Shut up and enjoy! Lydia was surprised to accept receiving orders without reaction : Vikash and his two assistant had been policemen and she had been accustomed to follow policemen's orders and Sir Nigam's cock was just shorter! These men had extensively used her but there had been no love between them! This was actually the first time since her arrival in India that she felt in love. Yes she had said it : her immediate lust for Amit had already transformed into actual love! She no longer thought of her former sweethearts! Everything considered, that was what she had been looking for when she had come to India! Amit started the age old seesawing of his cock in her pussy. He had understood that Lydia was for some reason not accustomed to the complex games of the Kama Sutra! It had no real importance : If their coupling was ephemeral, he would just forget her but if it lasted some time, he would have time to teach her all the knowledge of ancient India and he would be a dedicated teacher! Her tight cunt made him cum all too soon : he shot a huge load of sticky semen inside her hungry pussy. She also came and he really enjoyed feeling her tight cunt grabbing his cock and milking it for all he was worth. She shoved her tongue in his mouth and he spewed a last salvo into her pussy... He waited until he had recovered his breath and then pulled out. Lydia wasn't even winded. She turned on her belly and took Amit's cock into her mouth. She wasn't disgusted by the thick wads of cum on his cock at all! She sucked and slurped on his cock as if it was the finest dessert for her! She remembered what Sir Nigam had ordered her to do and she managed to take more of it in her mouth. She was surprised to be able to accommodate him deep in her throat without suffocating. She had just discovered that she was able to deepthroat Amit and that filled her with pride! Meanwhile, he hadn't left his hands idle. As she was bent above him, he was playing with her hanging tits... She had orgasm after orgasm with no lag in between! She drowned in a tempest of delicious torment. She hadn't fainted, just lost contact with the reality. She screamed Amit's name several times and finally snuggled in his embrace, whispering to him : - I love you, Amrit! You are the man I have always wished to encounter! - And I think that I love you, too, Lydia! There is just the problem of our age difference : you'll still be a pretty woman when I will become elderly and useless for you. Perhaps you should look for a younger man! India is vast : you would find someone more suitable for you than I am!! - Don't speak of horrible things : I want to live with you! I don't want to impose myself on you! Mai just ask a question : where are you staying? - Oh! My job forces me to travel a lot! I use local boarding houses. I don't have a real home! - Now you have a home that will await you whenever you are nearby. I'll give you a key! - Ok, luv! I am about to leave for two or three weeks but I'll ask my son to come and visit you, just in case you need anything. That will give you the opportunity to meet him! - Oh, you have a son! Then you must have a wife! - I had one. She died twenty years ago. You know European and American companies make tests for new medicines to investigate side effects and they do it often in India, offering poor people treatments they couldn't afford normally. My wife took such medicines to recover after she had delivered her first baby and she died from these side effects : kidneys complete blockade! - Oh sorry, Amit! - No fuss : it's just my personal history, now! - I wondered how a man as gorgeous as you are might have remained single : you are no younger! - Thank you for the gorgeous side but I am more dubitative about my lack of youth! I am going to show you this evening when we return to your home what an old timer like me can still do! As soon as he closed the door behind them, Amit laid Lydia on the bed and shed her clothes. In no time, he started entering her pussy. She was as pliant as a rag doll and he was soon balls deep into her cunt. She was moaning softly but her whispers were just endearing words, telling Amit how deeply she was attached to him, how much she loved being shagged by him. She even told him she was ready to carry as many babies he would want from her! That she would stop taking contraceptive pills just when he would tell her to do so! A pregnancy was a major decision but she was determined to act as any Indian woman! Having ten or twelve children was not so uncommon among Lydia's neighbours! Lydia started grinding her cunt into Amit's crotch. He was glancing avidly to her nice tits jiggling happily with each thrust in her pussy! Amit was getting ready to cum. He warned his mate : - Brace yourself for another cum injection in your sweet pussy, darling! That was the first time he had used this sweet name for her in her house. Lydia wished he would make a habit of it! He spewed his seed once more in her pussy : God he seemed tireless with this female. She was certainly not ordinary. When he was near her, his cock was constantly itching to get into her pussy, her ass or her mouth but he would probably enjoy rubbing it between her gorgeous tits! She was making any male in the vicinity transform into a wild stallion! When he had cummed, Lydia bent down and took his cock into her mouth. She sucked his sperm down her throat like the cum slut she was when she was in Amit's embrace! Lydia Ch. 03 Jen finally got tired, and slowed down, much to my relief, as my mouth was starting to hurt. After one final thrust, though, she rested her crotch against my face. I could smell her arousal rising up from her spandex pants. I felt her fiddling with something at the back of my head, and before I knew it, she'd untied the dildo from the harness and strapped it around my head as a gag! I stared at her in disbelief as she stepped back. "Oh, no, don't worry, sweetie! You didn't mess up at all. In fact, I'm very happy with your performance! I just wanted you to spend some time gagged, because I like my men silent. Besides," and at this, she bent down and was whispering in my ear, her breath tickling my lobes, "I want you to taste your lipstick for a while, and to feel the cock that you just brought off." Jen sat down on the bed in front of me, and started wriggling out of her pants. Whatever thoughts I had about the gag soon vanished. Jen giggled. "Well, I thought I'd reward myself and take some clothing off, too." She was wearing no panties, of course, and her pussy was shaved. She grabbed the harness and walked around behind me. "You did well, so here's your reward," I heard her say. I then felt her hands slide under my skirt, and tug my panties down. Of all the articles of clothing, of course, this was the one that had bothered me the least. She tossed them onto the bed, and I saw that they were pink and frilly. Jen's hands lingered over my thighs, and my cock was practically screaming for release, but the cage stopped anything from happening. "I'm just heading down the hall to the bathroom to change clothes. I'll be back in a bit." I heard the door open and close, and I was again alone with my thoughts. While Jen took her time, I had nothing to do but wonder what else she and Lydia had in store for me. I still wasn't sure how I felt about any of what had happened. On the one hand, I had my cock in a chastity belt, and was subject to their every whim. On the other, I'd had some of the most powerful orgasms of my life in the last two days, and my crotch was tingling at the thought of them. After what seemed like forever (but was probably only five or ten minutes), I heard the door open and shut. I heard footsteps walk up behind me, but nothing was said. I started to get nervous. Was this someone new? Was it someone who even knew what was going on? I felt a hand reach under the skirt and caress the chastity belt. After a minute or two of rubbing it, that same hand lifted up the skirt, and the other hand gave me a big swat on each cheek. It stung, but I was more surprised than anything else. Jen walked around to stand in front of me. "Did you miss me?" She had a devilish grin on her face. She'd put on more makeup, a nice light pink lipstick that made her blond hair look even lighter, and light blue eyeshadow. She was wearing loose jeans over sneakers, and a loose sweatshirt. She removed the gag, untied me, and gave me a bottle of water, which I desperately needed. "Now, it's time to earn your next reward. And this is the easiest thing I could ever ask of you. Nothing you haven't done a million times already. Just go up to your room." She smiled at me. "What? Jen" She glared at me. "I mean, Goddess, I'm dressed up like this, and I can barely walk in these heels. How can I make it to my room without anyone seeing me?" "First, you don't question me. Period. I'll forgive you this time, but that's your last chance. Second, no one will recognize you under all that makeup and clothing. And I know your roommate's not getting back until tomorrow morning, so once you make it to your room, you'll be fine. And third, if you don't, you'll be stuck in those boots for a long time!" Jen's voice had gotten serious again, and I knew there was no arguing. "That said, you're right about needing a touch-up!" She grabbed my face in her hands and started re-applying the lipstick. I didn't object -- I knew that anything that helped hide who I was would work in my favor. She then showed me my keys -- I wasn't surprised, since they taken my clothes this morning -- and tossed them into a gym bag, which she grabbed. She walked to the door and opened it, dragging me out with her as she locked the door behind her. I didn't have far to go. The stairs were five doors down, and once I made it there, I had one flight to climb, and then only a few doors to my room. There were a few girls at the end of the hallway, getting back from Break. I vaguely recognized them. Jen was already at the stairs, but I was having trouble with the shoes, and was still a few feet away. Just I thought I'd make it to the stairs unnoticed, Jen called out, "Hi, gals!" The girls looked up at her and waved. I nearly had a heart attack, but they practically looked through me. I must have been far enough away for them to not know what was going on. By the time I got to the stairwell, I could hear Jen already opening the door at the top. The climb up the stairs was painful. The shoes felt like they were going to slip, and I had trouble judging when they would hit the ground. I used the bannister to pull me up the stairs. Fortunately, the hallway above was empty. Much as I didn't want any girls seeing me like this, my male hallmates would have been even worse. I made it over to my door, turned the handle, and found that the door was locked! I knocked. "Jen, please let me in!" "I'm sorry, there's no one by that name here." Crap! "Goddess, please let me in." "Who is it?" I was frustrated, but I knew that yelling wouldn't get me anywhere. "It's Adam." "No. While you're dressed like that, you're Anna. Now ask your Goddess to let you in again." I heard a noise in the stairwell. Someone was entering the stairs from another floor! Since my floor was the one with the exit, I knew I didn't have much time. "Goddess, this is Anna. Please let me in!" I heard the door unlock, and Jen opened it. I was inside in a flash, just as I heard the stairwell door open. Jen shut the door behind me. "That was very impressive, Anna!" I flinched a bit internally at her use of the feminine name, but merely said, "thank you, Goddess." "Now, you've earned your way out of another piece of clothing. Let's remove this skirt, shall we?" I was now naked below the waste, other than those horrible shoes she put me in, and the belt, of course.. Jen kneeled down in front of me and grabbed the chastity tube. "Oh, what a pretty little clit! Too bad it can't get any stimulation. Wouldn't you love to feel this?" And she took the tube into her mouth, sucking and licking it like it was the greatest thing she'd ever tasted. It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen, and my penis, trapped inside the very cage she was sucking, was unable to do anything! She stopped after a minute. "Maybe, if you're good and earn your way out of everything else, I'll let you out of the belt, too. Maybe. In the meantime, you've got another job to do." Jen had me lie on the floor and put my legs on the bed. She pulled my legs apart, not painfully, and tied one to each corner of the bed. She must have brought all sorts of toys with her in that bag. She tied both my arms to my roommate's bed-legs, completely spread-eagling me. Jen looked down at me. "Now, I've let you have a couple of easy tasks, because I was feeling generous. But for now, you've got to satisfy me with your mouth. Whatever I tell you to put in your mouth, you'll take it, and you'll like it! This might take a couple of hours." A couple of hours? I hadn't eaten breakfast, and were already talking about going past lunchtime! Jen removed her jeans, revealing red leather panties that were simply breathtaking. They had a zipper down the middle, and hugged her skin perfectly. She lifted her sweatshirt to reveal a matching bra. I was incredibly aroused as she rummaged through her bag and pulled out a pair of red spiked heels. "Did you enjoy smelling my shoes earlier? Well, now you get to taste them." Jen sat on my desk chair and had me suck the heel of the shoe as if it was a dildo. After making me suck each heel, she had me kiss the sides of the shoes and then lick them. The shoe tasted, of course, like leather. Not a pleasant taste, but not awful. And getting to stare at Jen while licking them made it easier. After a few minutes of this, Jen slipped her shoes off and placed her foot on my mouth. "Kiss my feet, boy," she said, and I followed orders, kissing both feet, then licking them when she told me to. She followed this by placing her left foot on my cheek, and sticking her right big toe, painted pink, of course, in my mouth. She had me suck and lick her toe, treating it like I had the dildo and heels before, and I could see that this was making her extremely hot and bothered. While she had me suck on the toe, she was pushing on my face with the other foot, controlling exactly how far I could move my head, and keeping her toes near my nose, so I also had her mild odor to go with the flavor. She had me suck all ten of her toes, and after I was done, I could tell that if she hadn't come, she'd certainly been pretty satisfied. But she wasn't kidding about this being a tough task. After she caught her breath, she slipped from the chair, crouched over me, and unzipped her panties. She sat herself on my face, and had me eat her to two more orgasms before shifting up and having me eat her asshole as well. After she shuddered to yet another orgasm, she collapsed. After a minute or two, she asked how I was doing. It was after noon, and I hadn't had a bite to eat or drink all day. I told her so. "Aww. I'm sorry, honey. I didn't realize. You do need some protein. It's too bad you haven't earned your way out of the chastity belt yet. I'd gladly milk you and then feed you your come." The thought repelled me a lot less than it had a week ago, but she didn't pause. "Tell you what: Let me just get a little more use out of you, and I'll run and grab something for you to eat." With that, Jen slid her pussy back over my mouth and gripped the sides of my head with her knees. Before I could even figure out what was going on, I felt a stream of warm liquid entering my mouth. Jen was pissing in my mouth! I tried to resist, but she had my head firmly between her knees, and her pussy was pressed too tightly to my mouth for me to move. After a couple of seconds, she let up, but held my nose shut. "Drink up, sweetie. I drank a two-litre bottle of water after my jog this morning." I had no choice but to swallow. As soon as I swallowed, Jen let loose with another stream. She repeated this four more times, then stood up and tossed her clothes on, leaving me tied on the floor. "You did great, Anna! I'm going to go get you some real food, and maybe even some more water. Back in a few!" A "few" turned out to be half an hour. I spent that time tied on the floor, the taste of Jen's piss still in my mouth, and with my own bladder starting to get dangerously full. When Jen finally got back, with a sack from a local grocery store, I told her of my predicament. "That's a shame, sweetie. You really should learn to control yourself, but having you piss yourself probably wouldn't be the greatest idea, so let's see what I can do. I certainly can't take you to the hall bathroom. I'd have to put some clothes back on you, and you've already won the right to not wear panties and a skirt." Jen untied me and blindfolded me. Like many dorm rooms, although I had no bathroom, there was a sink in the alcove behind the door. Jen led me to the sink (I somehow didn't stumble), tied my waist to the sink, with my penis cage hanging right over it and touching the rim, so it was obvious what I was expected to do. She also tied my hands behind me to something -- I assumed it was the door. She told me to piss, and I let loose a stream. After I finished, she poured a cup of very cold water on the cage, which flushed out the remaining urine. She also wiped my face off with a damp cloth. She then stepped back, while I was forced to wait and wonder what was next. I felt her undoing my blouse. "You've earned this, after all," she said as she did it. She then started feeding me, giving me half a roast beef sandwich. It wasn't enough to sate my appetite, but it was a start. She also let me have a few sips of water, which tasted even better after the other stuff she'd had me drink. "Now, here's the part I'm really looking forward to. You get to fuck me." Lydia Ch. 04 Note: Part 4 is short, but it came to a natural stopping point. I am working on part five. * With that, Jen walked me back over to the side of the bed and had me kneel down. She tied one hand to each bedpost, then sat lightly behind me. Even through her jeans, I could feel the warmth of her ass against the back of my knees. "I know, this isn't exactly what you were expecting when I said you'd get to fuck me, but you should have figured out by now to expect the unexpected." I felt Jen's breath on my neck as she talked, but was soon distracted from that feeling when she shoved what felt and tasted like a piece of rubber in my mouth. She quickly strapped it around my head, and a second later, I heard her squeezing a pump, and the gag in my mouth started to inflate! Fortunately, she stopped before my mouth was in pain, but I was still unable to get any sound out that wasn't a moan. "I love this gag," Jen said, still behind me. "If I were more of a tease, I'd just spend all day with you helpless like this, doing this like this to you." With that, she nibbled at my neck, right above the collar, biting and sucking hard enough that I knew it would leave a hickey. I moaned. She worked her way up to my ear, sucking on the lobe and lightly nibbling it. "I bet your cock is straining at the cage, isn't it?" Even if I could talk, I couldn't deny it. "This is a dual-purpose gag," she said, still straddling my legs. "There's also a nice little clip on the front." With that, I felt her attach something to the front of the gag, adding some weight. Jen got up and removed my blindfold, and I could see that she'd attached a dildo to the gag. It looked large, but since I could only roll my eyes down to see and had a bad angle, I couldn't be sure. I heard her remove her jeans, and she promptly sat down on the bed in front of me. Her panties were already unzipped. "Now, let's see how well you can fuck me." With that, Jen slid forward, and the dildo slid right into her pussy. All I could do was move my head back and forth, so I got to work. The view, of course, was amazing, and each thrust brought the dildo out glistening with her juices. After a few minutes, Jen groaned in pleasure. "That's one orgasm, sweetie. Let's try to hit three." Three? My neck was already getting sore, and no matter how hard I tried, I knew that I was pumping a lot slower than Jen liked.After a few minutes, she sat up in frustration. "Fine, I guess I'll have to do some of the work." WIth that, she grabbed two fistfuls of my hair and started pumping. Even as the pain of the hair pulling distracted me, I realized that Jen was doing to me what every guy had done at one time or another during oral sex. Just as I'd grabbed the hair of a partner or two as they were blowing me, Jen was doing the same to me. I didn't doubt for a second that it was deliberate. After Jen came -- much more explosively this time -- she sat fully up again and attached a small leash to my collar. She pulled it forward, extending my head as far as it could go. Without letting the dildo slip all the way out, Jen slowly shifted around, lifting her leg over the leash in the process so that she was now kneeling in front of me. Still pulling on the leash, she started grinding backwards, effectively letting me fuck her doggie style with the dildo. She started slowly, sliding her pussy about three quarters of the way down the dildo, then pulling back so that it was barely in her. The panties only unzipped on the front, so I had a view of the red leather perfectly covering her ass. As she continued to pleasure herself, she slid further along the dildo, and soon, she was ramming her ass right into my nose! With the leash still pulled tight, there was nothing I could do. I suspect that this was deliberate, too, but Jen was far enough along on her way to her third orgasm that I couldn't be sure. Fortunately for my nose, she finally came and collapsed on the bed, sliding off the dildo and letting go of the leash. Not that I could go anywhere, of course. After a minute, she moaned happily. "That was nice, lover. You probably should get a reward, but since I did so much work there, it's got to be a small one. She stood up and removed the bra from my chest. Jen then removed the gag from my mouth. "So, since you failed me, you also probably deserve a punishment. But I'll give you a choice. I'll put three objects on the bed, and you can select whichever one will get used in your punishment." She got her bag and slowly placed three objects in front of me. The first was a flogger made out of leather. The second was a strap-on dildo, clearly larger than the one Lydia had used the day before. The third was a pair of black pantyhose. It wasn't a hard decision. I had no tolerance for pain, so the flogger was out. Likewise, I knew that the dildo would be too much for me to handle. That left the pantyhose. I'd been through more then enough crossdressing over the last two days, and a little more wouldn't be a big deal. Some part of me suspected that this was rigged, too, but I also suspected that Jen would have been just as happy to use the other items. "So, which one will it be?" Jen sat on the bed and looked in my eyes. She'd put her jeans back on. "The pantyhose." "I'm sorry? I don't think I heard you?" It took me a second to catch on. "I mean, the pantyhose, Goddess." She smiled, which only confirmed that this was what she'd expected. "Excellent choice!" Jen reached into her bag and pulled out a pile of clothing. "Naturally, the pantyhose are only a part of the punishment. You see, one of the things that turns me on more than anything is using my own underwear to tie someone up. This is my laundry from the last few days." As she talked, Jen pulled a pair of inside-out black panties and a black stocking out of the pile and slid the stocking through the legholes of the panties. As she did, I could see that these were full panties, not the near-thongs and boyshorts she and Lydia had been wearing. "The stocking, in case you're wondering, does two things. It stops the panties from coming loose, and it also makes sure that you can't end up with a throat full of panties. Aren't you glad that I'm looking out for you?" I bit down the sarcastic answers that came to mind and said what I knew she wanted to hear. "Yes, Goddess." She smiled. "Good. Now open up." With that, she shoved the panties into my mouth, crotch first. Even as I was repelled by the taste of sweat, I could also taste her juices, and my caged cock strained against the cage against my will. Jen wrapped the stocking around me head three times, each circuit pushing the panties further in. By the time she was done, every inch was forced in my mouth, and she'd made sure that the crotch and ass portions were against my tongue. "I wore these last night to a club and danced for hours in them. Did I mention that I also get really turned on when I dance? I bet you're tasting all kinds of things right now." My mouth was too stuffed to respond. "Now, let's work on the rest of your punishment!" Jen untied me and had me lie down on the bed. She then slid a bra over each ankle, attaching the other end to each of the bedposts. I suspected that I could probably pull free, but I knew that more was to come. Sure enough, she tied a stocking around each of my knees, then tied the loose ends to each other. Two more pairs of stockings were chained together and wrapped together under the bed, securing my knees tightly. I suspected that Jen hadn't really worn all of these stockings over the last few days. She then slid up my body, grabbed my hands, and tied them securely together with a stocking. She took the loose end and pulled it down to the headboard, tying it off. I pulled experimentally, and was unable to move at all. Jen sat up, loosely straddling the waist cincher that surrounded my stomach. From her smile, I knew she wasn't finished. She grabbed the pantyhose. "I wore these all day yesterday, and I walked a lot." She slid them over my head, letting the ass end of the hose rest over my nose. Jen then leaned forward, pushing the hose into my nose with her breasts. "Mmm, I bet you'd be thanking me for this honor if your mouth weren't full." As she leaned, she nearly cut off my breath, but she pulled back after a second. "But I've got something different planned." With that, she yanked the pantyhose all the way down my neck, so that my head was at one of the foot sections. The smell had now changed to a faint foot odor. The fabric was stretched thin enough that I could still make out Jen's shape, although she was a lot blurrier.. She stretched the other leg out and tied it to the stockings at my knees, effectively locking my head in place. "Now," Jen said, "that takes care of your punishment for failing to satisfy me. But there's the little matter of you not remembering my proper title." Immobilized as I was, I couldn't plead or do anything, but I also knew that this was a part of her plan. If I hadn't failed to call her "Goddess," she'd have found some other reason. She pulled on the pantyhose over my nose, and I heard a snipping sound. She'd cut a hole, allowing me to breathe. She also cut two small holes over my ears, although I'd been perfectly able to hear her earlier. I was surprised to then feel her reach down and release the chastity belt! In spite of everything, my cock quickly sprung to attention. "So, you remember what Lydia did to you this morning, right," Jen whispered in my ear. I'd been through so much already, but I quickly realized what she was getting at. Sure enough, Jen took a running shoe and laced it around my head. It smelled much stronger than before, and my cock started to wilt. "Oh, did I mention that I shoved my socks from earlier in the shoe?" Jen sounded so innocent, but I didn't doubt that she was grinning from ear to ear. She thenslid something over my head, covering what little I'd been able to see. "Those are the jean-shorts I wore to the club. If it weren't for the shoe, I'm sure you'd be able to smell my sweat on the denim, too." "I've got to go, sweetie. But Lydia should be here to play with you in a bit. Before I go, though, I want to tell you what I did yesterday after I got back from the club" She leaned down, her breath tickling my ear. I could only assumed that she'd placed the legholes of the shorts over my ears. In spite of the smells and tastes, I was still a little aroused. "I masturbated. And I recorded it." I felt her slip headphones over my ears, and sure enough, I heard the now-unmistakable sounds of Jen moaning, gradually getting louder and louder. Against my will, my cock started to respond, getting rock hard in seconds. Jen gave it a quick kiss, and then I heard the door slam as she left, and all I could hear was her moaning and screaming. I have no idea how long her masturbation session took, but as it wound down, I heard her recorded voice in my ear. "Guess what, sweetie? I set this playlist for 'repeat.'" I groaned into my gag. I was unable to see or talk, immersed in Jen's scent, taste, and voice, and immobilized by her clothing. She'd controlled every one of my senses. And now Lydia was on her way to use me even more. I was dreading it, but as my cock -- stuck straight in the air -- made clear, I was also anticipating it. Lydia Ch. 04 By Dan57 and Cih Lydia meets Amit's son Amit left in the next afternoon. He had fucked his new sweetheart many times from the early morning to the moment of his departure while he was preparing his wallet. Lydia had helped him as much as she could as it was her day off but she was weeping when he left : he wouldn't return for two weeks, just after Diwali! - Don't worry, pet! I have phoned my son and he will come to visit you during the festival as you shouldn't be left alone at that moment! - But, you, Amit? You'll be alone then! - No! I will be with close friends who had invited me for the festival! I didn't know you, then! Next year, you'll come with me. It's a promise! Lydia made Amit a poor smile. When he took his wallet to leave for the train station, she unhooked her choli under which she was not wearing a bra. Her luscious breasts were framed by the tails of her top. She pushed her tits forward : - I wanted to offer you a nice souvenir of this loving girl. I wish you a safe travel and I will pray for your early return! Bless me, Master! Lydia fell on her knees at the feet of Amit who didn't know how to react... He placed his hand on top of her head and left. Lydia went to the window, watching him walking away. When he turned at the corner of the road, she sighed : now she was truly alone with no one to care for her. She should have disrobed completely and wiggled her ass lasciviously in front of Amit's eyes! Perhaps, he wouldn't have left her! She went to sleep early : She had had plenty of work out on the previous night and all the day and, tomorrow, she would have to face twelve hours of toil under the sun, once more! On the next day, Lydia discovered one of the advantages of having to work so hard : she had no time to brood on the departure of Amit... The manager of the team complimented her : - A good job you've done, Lydia! You nearly harvested twice the weight you picked on the previous days. And you put aside all the pests! You made good profit of Amit's advices! All your harvest is top Quality! - Certainly, Sir! Amit is a perfect mentor! - So you have fallen under his spell! Better than that : he was a cotton picker many years ago and he signalled the first invasion of cotton eating worms. A few years later, he had even found a shrub that repels the worms! He is also a very good cook and he had the old irrigation system repaired when the water pumps run out of gas after a strike of the gas transport company. He saved the whole local production! But he never agreed to enter the administration. He is a loner : he lives in boarding houses with no known relatives but a son, a mortician, a good job for a Dalit and he has no known mates! I pity the poor girl who takes him in her nets : he is a Samaritan but not interested by girls... Maybe he is gay! - Oh! Do you think so? It would be a terrible loss if he is so clever and handsome! I should have discussed more with him... - You might : he will come back at the end of Diwali. He has accepted the charge of cleaning out the irrigation channels and ditches just in case of a new drought. It is a strenuous task for the workers, just after the cotton harvesting season. He is looking for volunteers, men or women. They will be paid, of course! Are you still really interested? - Of course, Sir! I need money! - Oh I almost forgot : Sir Nigam has requested I lend you to him for a short mission : he has very important guests on Saturday evening and he is looking for a girl to serve them food and drinks during the banquet. It will be your day off! He has told me that you have already served in a recent party he had given and you have been perfect! Would you be interested? - Why not? I have nothing so important to do! - Perfect! Sir Nigam has told me that you can wear quite elegantly the saree. I am quite surprised by this demand as most Dalit girls don't look elegant in any conditions! I would have chosen a girl from higher castes! But it's his problem! The fee for you will be one thousand rupees (twenty dollars) for the whole night assignment and you may get important tips if he is satisfied by you! - It suits me perfectly! What will exactly my duties? - Simple : you'll arrive early, around 6PM to prepare the table and decorate it, you'll serve drinks on the terrace around 8 PM, then food in the dining room and alcohols after the dinner. You'll be wearing a gala saree and choli and rich jewels Sir Nigam will provide you! Beware : there will be a Prince who belongs to the Indian central government, a foreign industrialist installed in India and their wives! - Do they all speak Hindi or will there be some one for the translations? - No : All of them speak Hindi. I suppose they will speak English or French if they don't want you to listen to what they say! You'll consider that they are all high caste, even the foreigner and treat them accordingly. Imagine that a former Maharaja accept to be served by a lowly Dalit! It's preposterous, unthinkable! I offered to do the job myself or ask my wife : it would have been an honour for her but Sir Nigam has been adamant! Lydia had her own ideas about why Sir Nigam had requested her presence : he had seen her wearing the saree but it had been just temporary as she had had to perform a strip tease for Sir Nigam's guests! She thought that a former Maharaja accompanied by his wife and another couple would be more self conscious! Perhaps, Sir Nigam would try to fuck her after the departure of his guests but that was the main risk for her and she no longer really cared about it! One thousand rupees plus the tips would be far more than what she had earned harvesting cotton for a whole day, for a whole week in fact! She realized she was beginning to think like a common whore! She would have enough to offer Amit a nice welcome dinner when he would come back, IF he decided to do so! But he had left a wallet with his dirty clothes. That should mean he intended to return, at least! She would wash them on her next day off like a dutiful wife! The next days were uneventful with routine developing steadily. She didn't need to have the buzzer awake her : she did it automatically as if she had done it for years! The manager came to tell her on the eve of the party with Sir Nigam that he gave her the afternoon to rest and take a bath. In exchange, she would return to work on the next afternoon. She would be alone with no supervision but the manager told her he trusted her wisdom! Taking a bath in a house with no running water was a wager but Lydia knew what to do. She walked along the river. Not very far from where Sir Nigam had picked her up on their first encounter, she walked into the river, fully clad and dipped down to soak her body, keeping her saree, her petticoat and her choli on. She had just removed her knickers and her bra and left them on the bank. She ran a bar of soap on her whole body, rubbing it in her skin under her garments. She then washed her hair and finally rinsed herself thoroughly in the river... She didn't have a towel with her but the hot air would soon dry her completely. Her clothes clung tightly to her body. All the curves and cracks of her body were easily available to the naked eye but there was no one to notice them. She even neglected to put on back her undies. If she ran on Vikash, he would just be able to fuck her faster as he had done just three days before! He had just pushed her over the bonnet of his car and fucked her silly with no mercy! She had come to enjoy his brutal manners. He was a beast but a well endowed one! Afterward, she had just plunged into the river a second time and had cleaned herself as thoroughly as she could! Lydia made no bad encounters. At half past five, the car promised by Sir Nigam arrived. She had expected he would send her a taxi or a rickshaw but his chauffeur arrived with his Lexus car. She was proud he had sent a luxury car to fetch her but the driver told her she was not to sit down in the car but in the trunk, like some wallet! It was clearly a way to remind her she was not worth of sitting in the car! It was strange that a lowly servant like her had been chosen to serve the dinner! She was hushed through the staff entrance. A female secretary checked that she was clean! She sprayed her with antiperspirant and a French perfume she knew from her previous life, Chanel number five, the top class! The secretary told her to strip completely in front of her : another humiliation for Lydia! Then the girl handed Lydia a bag with a disgusted face as if she was manipulating garbage. There was a very fine fishnet saree in the deep blue hues with a light blue choli lined with gold stripes and the emblem of Sir Nigam's company on her breast. Lydia felt Sir Nigam wanted to signify to the world he owned her but that was petty from him! The girl rearranged the saree to make it more body fitting. The material was so taut on her bottom and her breasts that she felt constricted in it. Lydia hadn't been given any undies and the fishnet material was so flimsy that it was quite see through. Her choli and petticoat were barely more opaque. Her tits and her ass were easily visible under her garments. Lydia just put it aside in her mind : she wouldn't disgrace herself and her employer for such trifle details. She followed the secretary toward the banquet room... The secretary showed her where the plates, glasses and nap were. - I don't really understand but Sir Nigam has told me that you have carte blanche to arrange the table. I don't understand how he can allow such liberty to a Dalit... You may not know how to use properly a knife or a fork! There will be wine and water. Do you want me to tell you how to place the glasses : there is an order... - No, thanks! I know it! - A Dalit knows how to serve wine and water, now! You must be joking but it's your problem! I just wanted to help you a bit! Let's have a little fun : where do you intend to place the guests? - Let's see! Sir Nigam on the far side with the two men in front of him and the two women on each side so that sir Nigam will have the princess to his right and the American Lady to his left. I will place the Prince near the wife of the industrialist and her husband near the Princess, so that nobody will be left aside during the discussion! - God! A clever disposition! Are you sure you are truly a Dalit! Those who work for our company have not such scheming mind! And you're just a lowly cotton picker! - I have had a good education! - Where are we going if Dalits receive an education! I wouldn't have allowed you just to enter a school, even to sweep the floor. The BJP (conservative party) was right to affirm that the fundamentals of Indian society are threatened by such novelties. I bet you must support the BSP (Dalit socialism) - You are wrong : I prefer the Indian national Congress! - Then you must be happy to receive Kyrhan Singh : he is from that party! When Sir Nigam arrived with Prince Kyrhan beside him and the three other guests on tow, they found a feast table with red napkins under the plates, red flowers in vases between the seats. Lydia was standing at attention in the corner of the room, waiting to help the guests or the host. She was wearing a nice blue outfit, dark saree and clear choli. She was barefoot. Sir Nigam waved at her when speaking to Kyrhan : - I wanted to show you how modern we are in my company : Lydia is a Dalit girl. She will serve us the drinks and the dinner if you don't mind! Asking a Dalit girl to serve food to high caste people would have been impossible a century ago, don't you think so, Prince? - Certainly, sir Nigam! I commend you for using Dalit employees. It's a politic to which the government is very attached! This girl is stunningly pretty. What is her usual job? I don't think you have a live in female maitre d'h! - Ahem... She is harvesting cotton but she has just recently started to work here! - A cotton picker! She could have become a model or a receptionist in the hotel managed by my wife! Wouldn't you like to find a more prestigious job near Delhi, dear? - No, Prince! I love working in this state... People are kind with me! I am also rather well paid for extras like this evening! Lydia found herself the centre of attention : Sir Nigam considered her with a large smile. He seemed quite pleased she had declined Kyrhan's proposal. The prince had already started a new discussion with him. His wife Kira was assessing quietly Lydia. This girl looked resolutely Indian but had some kind of exotic stance. Kira shrugged ; there had been so many conquerors and foreign visitors in India since the Roman times and before that some of them may have added to the subcontinent genetic pool! She was just sad : Lydia would have been a perfect receptionist : she was stunningly elegant in her very adjusted saree! She was pretty sure that Kyrhan, Mark, Dan and the other male dwellers of her hotel would have enjoyed making the full study of what was hidden under the silk of Lydia's saree! She had the impression she had seen this girl but she was a public figure and had seen lots of people during her visits alone or with Kyrhan. She dismissed the problem : if this girl was pleased having a low paid job, that was her problem. She turned to chat with Sir Nigam who was describing the recent successes of his company. Mark and Jodhaa were more discreet. They had freshly returned from a trip to Shimla in the Himalayan foothills to meet their recently married friends Preeti and Gwanendra. Both of them seemed perfectly happy together and Preeti was expecting her first baby with her husband in a few months. It had not reduced her sexual drive and they had spent many fascinating hours in the couple's king size bed, a gift from Kyrhan. Preeti's only regret had been that Kyrhan had not come to visit her : she still considered she belonged to the prince's harem and had openly told that she wanted her next baby be fathered by her Master! Jodhaa had thought she had better not point out in front of Preeti that the baby she was carrying was Kyrhan's! Lydia couldn't believe her eyes when she saw under the table Kira playing with Mark's cock and Kyrhan's hand exploring under Jodhaa's saree. Both couples seemed to share a very open idea of marriage; Lydia was puzzled : wild sexual attitudes are frowned upon in India. That was a private dinner and she was just a Dalit, thus nearly transparent in higher castes' eyes and of very little importance but she could have gossiped about what she had seen. She would, of course, keep her mouth shut about it but neither Kyrhan nor his wife would know it! Kyrhan continued to discuss about economy as Jodhaa was playing with his huge manhood... Lydia admired his self control! Lydia turned around the table, serving the guests as if she had done it all her life, offering them to refill their glasses when the discussion stopped, changing the napkins when they were dirty, sweeping the crumbles of bread from the table. As she was doing her job with Sir Nigam, he whispered to her ear : - Well done, Lydia! You have earned a nice tip : my guests are totally satisfied! Lydia didn't really care about what these men and women felt about her service but she would have money to offer a good meal to Amit, a real Diwali festival feast and that was all that seemed of any importance to her! She offered alcohols to Mark and after a short hesitation to all the other people and they accepted quite easily, another departure from tradition! She had been told that prince Kyrhan was rather traditionalist but he drunk alcohols and his wife and this girl just behaved scandalously without attracting comments! Sir Nigam offered them to move to the smoking room and everyone left. He had again a few instructions for Lydia : - We won't need you anymore tonight! Just wash the dishes and clean the dining room. Afterward I want you to strip naked and wait spread eagled on the table with the lights off! I may come to visit you later! Prepare yourself to be fucked quite hard. But I may also invite The Prince and his companions to stay here for the night! In the eventuality I don't come back, wait until 08 AM and then you may return home. My personal attendant will bring you your fee! Lydia made no comments except a polite acknowledgement of her Master's orders... The fact he just so summarily told her to stay at his total sexual beck and call was no surprises for her. Since he had raped her, Sir Nigam considered she was his property to do just as he wanted! It emphasized her lower status and her total subservience but she always enjoyed submitting to the whims of more powerful men! She busied herself cleaning the table following his orders. When she had finished, she went to pick up her own clothes and left them on the floor in a corner of the room. Lydia then just removed her sumptuous garments, folding them neatly on a chair for Sir Nigam's secretary to pick them up later, then she switched off the lights and stretched herself on the table with her arms and legs spread out, totally offered to Sir Nigam's lust. She was quite aware she was submitting completely to him but it suited perfectly her deepest submissive urges and she had good reasons to do it : to please the man she really cared for... Amit had not requested her to stay chaste during his travel, had he? If he had asked, she would have refrained from any sexual activity, even frigging herself, for months or even years, if necessary, but he had never hinted at it! They had left around midnight and Lydia finally dozed off around 3 AM. She was finally awakened by the sound of a door opening discreetly. It was strange as Sir Nigam would have switched on all the lights : he was certainly not the kind of man to take care of her being fast asleep. She had left the windows open to let the night breezes cool the suite and the light of the full moon just fell on her body. Lydia opened her eyes to try to ascertain who was in the room with her. In her position, there would be no uncertainty for her visitor on her total availability! Was it Prince Kyrhan or one of the girls? Lydia had no experience of girl to girl action but princess Kira has made a very strong impression on her. She was a born leader and Lydia would be ready to submit to her quite wantonly. The other girl, what was her name, Ah... Jodhaa seemed so nice and gentle and the westerner, Mark if she remembered correctly, was really handsome and much younger than Kyrhan. A year before, she would have loved to become his girlfriend but she now knew she was not worth attracting the attention of such superior men and women! Lydia had a glimpse of her visitor's figure : it was definitively a man and he was much more slender than Kyrhan. It must certainly be Mark! He must now have realized she was lying on her back, totally available on the table! How would he react? She had soon her answer as the man placed himself just between her legs, placed his elbows under her knees to lift them to a more convenient position. He fumbled between her legs. Lydia was terribly excited by this surprise adventure! Her pussy was literally transformed into a swamp from her intimate secretions that were the damp proof of her growing excitement. Mark's cock slipped easily into her by a couple of inches and she sighed deeply in response. Mark now knew she wasn't deep asleep. A true man had a single way to react : he plunged his cock deep into her in a furious shove! Lydia moaned desperately but she would have paid to be stuffed in such a delicious manner! She had always dreamed of being taken in such a masterly fashion! Mark bent down to reach for her ear lobe. He bit gently at it and whispered to her : - I was looking for the toilets and I ran into a sleeping beauty totally naked and ready for any visitor! I couldn't just pretend I hadn't seen you! I wanted to know what you would think if I filled your pussy with my hot seed! Just tell me if you are on the pill! Lydia Ch. 04 Lydia didn't even bother to reply : she just locked her heels behind his back to forbid him to withdraw. She humped forward to force him completely into her pussy. He immediately answered to her mute acceptation and fucked her hard. She bit her lips to prevent herself from screaming! Sir Nigam would certainly have heard her from next room! Mark groaned like an animal as he fought not to advertise his triumph as he was emptying himself in her pussy! Mark dropped a peck on her lips and withdrew after a few minutes. His first move was to wipe her pussy clean with his handkerchief... Few people had so much attention for a lowly Dalit girl! Lydia stood up to clean her pussy more thoroughly. She gave Mark an open mouth kiss to thank him. He excused himself : - I am afraid I have to return or your boss may wonder where I am! - Oh! The toilets are the last door to the left in the corridor! - Thanks! I wish we'll have more occasions to meet! What's your name? - Lydia! I doubt we'll ever have such an opportunity but it could have been really pleasant! Mark left discreetly, shutting the door without any noise behind him. Lydia was sorry he had to leave so fast. She would have loved to have him make a second pass with her or they could have stayed together for the whole night! She hastily cleaned herself for the second time as some cum was oozing from her pussy and resumed her position on the table. This time, she had to wait for no more than twenty minutes before the door reopened and Sir Nigam switched on the lights. He ordered Lydia to stay on the table and just open her legs wider! As he had announced, Sir Nigam had come to fuck her but his lovemaking was completely different from Mark's. There were no gentleness, no preliminary caresses! He just looked for her pussy and drilled into her like a savage beast. In fact, there was no love during his coupling, just primitive fucking. When he had cummed in her pussy, he just turned her on her belly to bugger her with the same total lack of consideration. The ultimate humiliation came when he withdrew from her pussy : his cock came out with a loud plop. He swiftly moved to her face and she discovered to her horror that his cock was soiled by thick brown stains. That was not surprising as she had had to serve food for hours and was under strict orders not to dawdle. When she had cleaned the dishes and the table, she had obediently immediately placed herself on the table with no trip to the toilets! Lydia clamped her mouth shut and rolled her head to tell Sir Nigam that she couldn't suck his cock clean! He just slapped her face hard, making her bleed from the nose and he squeezed her breast in a vice grip. She screamed in pain and Sir Nigam shoved his cock into her mouth! Lydia was about to throw up but Sir Nigam was already filling her mouth with his spunk! He roughly wiped his cock in her hair and left her weeping and nursing her bruised cheeks. He had raped her once more and looked terribly content with himself as he left! Lydia had the devastating feeling she had missed a major opportunity in her life : if she had become involved in some way with the prince or Mark, she would have become a pampered woman, treasured and protected, wearing rich outfits in public, maybe used often but never abused! With sir Nigam, she would be frequently abused and Amit could offer her no protection at all. If Sir Nigam killed her, there would be just a line in the local newspaper or perhaps not even that while if someone murdered princess Kira or this woman Jodhaa, it would make the headlines of the New Delhi newspapers! She shrugged : it didn't really matter as she had decided to disappear completely among nearly a billion Indian people : her own fate was now totally unimportant! Lydia returned home in a local bus wearing the outfit she had been wearing when she had arrived. She would have enjoyed being allowed to wear the superb saree she had worn to serve sir Nigam and his guests. People would have followed her in the street and Amit would have had his eyes poking out of their sockets if he had seen her! Any woman loved to be admired and with this outfit, she was as pretty as a goddess! She had all the morning to take a bath in the river and take a frugal breakfast... Shortly before noon, someone banged at the door. She opened it : it was someone sent by sir Nigam with her wages. She opened the door and let the man in. He handed her an envelope. Lydia opened it immediately out of curiosity : there were four bills of one thousand rupees: nearly eighty US dollars! She never had had so much money in her hands since she had become a cotton harvester! She told to the man still standing near the door : - You'll transmit my kind thanks to Sir Nigam! - I will but I wonder what you have done to earn so much money! One hundred rupees would have been a fair price to fuck a lowly Dalit girl and I am sure Sir Nigam doesn't take any illicit drugs! - You may guess but I won't tell you anything! - I have a better idea : I am going to fuck you and I will see personally whether you are really worth four thousand rupees! - If you approach me, I will scream : I have neighbours who would come a-running! - Pshaw! They are just Dalits and I am a Kshatriya : the police wouldn't even open a formal enquiry against me! Lydia tried to push him away when he drew her to him. He grabbed her saree and just ripped it from her body. When she opened her mouth to scream, he slapped her face three times so hard that she landed on the floor. He ripped her choli and pushed her petticoat over her head. He took a dupatta (long scarf) that hang from a chair and used it to tie her petticoat above her head : her arms were now imprisoned and she had no way to defend herself! Even her screams would be muffled by the cage around her head! The petticoat also prevented the man to gain access to her breasts but he seemed not to be interested by preliminaries at all! He jumped on her prone body; he freed his cock from his dhoti, ripped her knickers and threw them aside! He pinned her down with his hand on her waist and aimed his cock toward her pussy with the other hand. He rammed it forward mightily and Lydia screamed in pain as he entered her balls deep in a single shove. Lydia's pussy was totally dry and her shrill screams reflected her pain as the man raped her at will. He made just a few in and out moves in her battered cunt and unloaded his spunk in her pussy. He wiped his cock onto her petticoat and sneered : - You have a tight pussy, Lydia, but certainly not worth four thousand rupees! No more than one thousand for a whole night and I am generous but I will let you keep the remainder : Sir Nigam might fire me if you complained that I have robbed you. Raping a Dalit girl he has probably already fucked several times is just a petty offense in his eyes! This will be a good lesson for you : remember that you're totally worthless, a non-entity, simple scum next time I visit you! I may look more closely at your womanly treasures and if you try to resist, I may sever one of your pert breasts or both to teach you how to obey your betters! Lydia wept again when the man had left. She didn't even know his name! He had threatened to maim her and she was quite sure he would attempt to make his threats true, at least. She hid the sharpest knife she had under her knee so that she could defend herself... She went to work with terror in her belly... She had returned home in the evening when someone knocked at the door. She asked through the wood panel before opening : - Who is it so late? - My name is Sujeet! I am Amit's son. My father has told me to come and see whether everything was fine! - Yes, he told me he had contacted you? You're a mortician! - That's it. I cremate dead people and I've plenty of work. I proposed my father to work with me but he declined : he prefers to help other people! So you are his new sweetheart! My congratulations : you're really pretty for a Dalit girl! Lydia swiftly opened the door and let Sujeet in! - Thanks! Please sit down! Do you want a cup of tea? - I would have preferred a glass of Whisky or gin but I didn't expect you to have such delicacies! You know I'm really well paid and I can afford anything! - A mortician in India? - Yes! Most of my competitors don't put enough wood in the pyre and there are unburnt body extremities : they are thrown into the river with the ashes and pollute the water. I don't nitpick on the wood but I use drift wood floating in the river during the monsoon and let it dry on the river bank to reduce costs... Lydia explained to Sujeet she had been raped two times that day, once by sir Nigam and once by his secretary! She was surprised by his reaction : - You're so pretty that I understand such a behaviour! Many Dalit girls are either really ugly, dirty or both. I just wonder why you were interested in my father! He won't ever accompany you to a dance hall or a restaurant! What would you say if I invited you to a nightclub this evening? - Are you intending to make a pass at your father's girlfriend? - You're too pretty for him! We are about the same age and we would have more fun together : alcohols, coke, ecstasy, just tell me what you prefer! - None! Thanks! - What? My father had found a hot chick that is also a nun or a Mormon! Relax, I won't tell my father! - No need! I don't want to take any drugs : no wonder if the girls you encounter seem to your eyes ugly and untidy if they take regularly drugs : they age quite fast then! You shouldn't take such poisons! - Who are you to give me advices : just a slut my father has fucked because he felt lonesome some day? Shut up and be content I have offered you to go night clubbing with me! That is an honour no woman should decline! - But sorry, Sujeet! I won't go to a nightclub with you, neither today nor in the future! - What! A girl bold enough to decline my offer of spending an evening and, most probably, the whole night with me! That is unseemly! I won't tolerate it! I am going to show you I am never to be rebuffed! Sujeet grabbed Lydia by the elbow and threw her on her bed as if she was weightless. She landed on the pillows with a loud puff. She had no time to squeal before she was pinned to the bed by Sujeet's whole weight. He fumbled under his body and peeled or ripped open her choli, her saree and her petticoat. She had been preparing for the night and had removed her undies already! - It's a joke! A self proclaimed decent girl wearing no undies! Naaah : a true slut, in fact! You were waiting for your lover, weren't you? I had always thought that no modern girl would find any interest in my father ; he is completely out of date! When Sujeet removed quietly his garments, Lydia understood he was ready to rape her! No! That was impossible, not the son of her beloved! What sort of a pervert degenerate was he? And what had she done to the gods? A third rape in a single day! What had she done to earn such a punishment! Sujeet had no such qualms : he pointed his cock against the entrance of her pussy ; two rapes and one nice fuck from Mark had loosened her and he entered her with no difficulty. She had tears in her eyes when their crotches collided with a loud thump! He was all the way in and he hadn't needed to force his entry! He wiggled his bottom in rapid circles as he worked hard to make her enjoy his ministrations. She fought her best to prevent her body from cumming once more as she was taken against her will! Sujeet was a very experienced lover as he managed to put the fire to her body. He continued his assaults until she surrendered completely : she lifted her pussy to meet his invading cock and she finally screamed when he injected her copiously with his semen : it was done! He had fucked his father's whore and she had cummed under him like the lowliest harlot! He enjoyed his total victory by telling her he wanted now to tit fuck her. She obediently sat on her heels at his feet and pressed her breasts around his cock! He slid his manhood repeatedly between her pressed together breasts and he finally exploded in the velvety valley between her tits. The burst was so violent that some oh his spunk coated completely her chin! Sujeet swept the cum with his fingers and offered them to her mouth for cleaning. Lydia licked them clean before getting them into her mouth for wringing out his semen. Sujeet left shortly after, threatening Lydia of retaliations if she told anything to Amit : - If you complain to my father, I will come back and gouge your eyes out! I will then fill your cunt with broken glass and cut your throat with a blunt knife! Have you understood, slut? - Yes, Master! There was utter despair in her voice : Lydia was thinking of suicide! How could she face again Amit if she couldn't tell him about the crimes committed by his son! She immersed herself into the preparations of sweets and cakes for the return of her beloved. Normally it would be in three days. She hoped he would stick to his promise! She went to the grocer's and bought everything that she would need with the money Sir Nigam had given her! Two days later, someone banged at the door. Lydia hurried to open it, sure it was Amit... When she yanked open the door, she had the horror of discovering Vikash and his two henchmen. They pushed her aside and entered her home... She recovered soon her wits and told them to go to hell! She assured them that Amit would be coming back this very evening but Vikash slapped her face hard and told her : - It's a lie : Amit is still in New Delhi! He should be here tomorrow afternoon! We have plenty of time to play together! - Are you mad : you have raped me! I never wanted to have sex with you, with Sir Nigam or with his secretary! - But you had! I didn't know about his secretary! The woman or the man? - The man! I have no liking for lesbian action! - But you will have : no woman is fully complete if she hadn't had a bi experience : no need to prefer girls to man, just be ready, just in case! Even the idea of kissing a girl or of girl to girl action revolted Lydia : she was obdurately straight although not for religious reasons : her Christian background was slowly dissolving into the Hinduist beliefs she studied each time she had some time to spare. She had installed statues of Ganesh, Krishna and Lakshmi and wall paintings in a shrine in a corner of the room and she made the appropriate ritual prayers each day! She was becoming more Indian every day! The three men had obviously come to fuck her! Resistance was pointless, if not futile : three big men against a simple woman weighing half the weight of any of them! She let them remove her garments and make her lie on the bed... At least, that way, she wouldn't get any bruises for the return of Amit! Vikash took her as the boss of the group, then Amithar and Sulay sandwiched her as they liked, Sulay in her ass. Vikash came in a sort of dance, as he had done on previous occasions, to offer his cock to her mouth. This time she took it willingly in her throat and sucked it like a baby suckling a teat! The three men cummed together, then switched position but just Sulay and Amithar were able to cum a second time. Vikash would have needed a longer rest as he was the oldest! Lydia took care not to cum : she wanted to stay fresh and horny for Amit! Just now, she knew her place in the society : the lowliest, for sure! Lydia Ch. 05 By Dan57 and Cih Amit's return Lydia had stayed home during the whole Diwali festival in fear of falling into the clutches of Sir Nigam or Vikash, the police officer. She was still trying to immerse deeper in the Indian civilization : so she had lit up a traditional row of twenty diyas (ghee lamps) to celebrate the return of Rama and the victory of good against evil. She had burned incense sticks in her house that had never housed a similar feast for years. Just Lydia was so afraid that she hadn't watched the fireworks, firecrackers and other festivities in the street. Nothing unpleasant had arrived for her... It was now the day after Diwali! If Amit hadn't changed his plans, he should arrive late in the afternoon and she busied herself preparing a variety of sweets and pastries for him. Some typical Canadian pastries would give the food an exotic touch for Amit's benefit! kept thinking she was not attractive enough for Amit, that he would never return to her! Such ideas depressed her and every hour increased her stress! The culmination came when Sir Nigam paid her a visit about two hours before Amit's arrival... - Good evening, Lydia! I wanted to chat with you! Lydia curtsied deeply in acknowledgement of Sir Nigam's superiority. Her visitor understood the meaning of the gesture, oblivious of the fact that a true Dalit girl shouldn't be aware of such typically European customs. Maharajahs in India had their own complex protocol with some of them imitating European habits but lowly castes were never concerned! A Dalit was, by definition, unlikely to ever meet a Maharajah who would never have even acknowledged his or her presence! Lydia had a good idea of the reasons of Sir Nigam's unexpected visit : he knew that Amit was coming back in about two hours and he wanted to mark his territory by fucking her brains out : she would be filled with his seed when Amit would arrive and she wouldn't be able to fully enjoy her mate's return! What she just feared was that he wouldn't just cum in her pussy but he would continue until she had cummed too and that would leave her completely exhausted for her beloved one! So, she decided to offer sir Nigam more than he had dreamed : she tightened her simple saree around her body and started to undulate around him like a snake: The moves of her body pushed alternatively her breasts, her belly, her hips or her knees against the taut fabric that seemed to have a life of its own. The dance was hypnotic and Sir Nigam's cock soon began to swell inside his dhoti. Sweat started to run from his forehead and his hands to shake with desire. On the contrary, Lydia was totally in control of her own body and she continued to tease her Master! When he began to moan, at the peak of excitation, she slowly unhooked her choli, just leaving the last hook to hold it together! He forgot a few seconds to breathe. Lydia smiled in triumph! She then undid the last hook and started a furious dance around him, just holding her choli with her hands. Suddenly she stopped her gyrations and pushed her choli open, just when she was facing him. Her move pushed her tits forward when his face was just a few inches from her pushed forward tits. He gasped and his cock erupted in his loincloth. She had won, this time but she already knew that next time, he would wank himself until he had cummed before visiting her. Thus she would be more likely to cum before him... Sir Nigam cursed but he couldn't accept that Lydia had outwitted him. He had to show her he was the boss and she shouldn't try to play such tricks to him. He stripped her naked and called for his secretary to come and hold her still. He bent down and started to suck at her neck. He placed hickeys on her neck, then on her shoulders and on her breasts. She tried to push him away but he outweighted her by far and she was no match for him even without the help of his assistant. He bent further down and placed two more big hickeys on her pussy : Sir Nigam had marked her as his like cattle and she had no way to hide it before Amit's return. She had tears in her eyes in total defeat... Sir Nigam considered her with a triumphant sneer. He rearranged his dhoti where a revealing wet stain was the ostensible symbol of his temporary defeat! He drew out of his attaché case a small gift for her : the superb saree she had worn during the visit of Prince Kyrhan, Mark and their wives. It was Lydia's turn to gasp. She would love to appear before Amit in this outfit but now with the marks covering her body, she would have preferred Amit not to arrive and see her complete defeat. What should she do? Lydia's hesitation was short lived: Amit was due any time and she couldn't wait! Lydia was already naked and she hastily put on back the petticoat, then the choli and finally the saree, forcing herself not to take into account that two men were watching her putting on her clothes with leering eyes. She tightened her saree just as Sir Nigam's secretary had done. Her outfit just called for immediate rape : it was hugging her body like a second skin! Lydia danced around Sir Nigam in a revenge tease! He couldn't do anything to her as Amit was due any time! She rubbed her bottom against his swelling cock... He snarled to her : - Next time I put my hands on your sweet ass, you won't be able to sit on your delicious bottom for a whole week! Enjoy your first day with Amit! You'll pay for it, slut! - Promises, always promises! But are you man enough to make them true? Sir Nigam left, just before exploding... This slut would learn the hard way it's dangerous to provoke him! At the same moment, Lydia was thinking she had been unwise to antagonize such a powerful man. When she had rubbed her ass against his groin, she had felt a glorious erection under her ass. At least, Sir Nigam would probably want to avenge himself by fucking her to his content. Brutality in sex was something she relished. She had never enjoyed dull sexual couplings and she wished Sir Nigam would rape her again. Having Amit for sweet sex and sir Nigam for more adventurous bouts would suit her perfectly! Sir Nigam left at last and, about one hour later, she heard someone knocking at the door. She was unsure whether it was Amit or Vikash. So she inquired : - Who is it? - Amit, dear! I've just returned from Delhi! Lydia swung the door open and jumped in the arms of her beloved! He took her in his strong arms and carried her inside! - I really missed you; pretty! God : you saree is just jaw dropping! I have never seen anything so glamorous. Do you intend to seduce a Maharajah or the president of the USA? Where did you find this marvel? - One question at a time : it's a gift from Sir Nigam. He had asked me to serve dinner to his guests, last week. By the way, there was a former Maharajah, now a prominent member of the federal government with his wife and a couple of his friends : an American guy installed in India and his wife. She has a typically American face but she speaks quite fluently Hindi and she wears the saree as if she had worn one since she is adult... She could pretend to be Indian anywhere! - So, when I leave you alone for a short time, you meet very important people! Already tired of my modest person? - Don't be stupid, luv! I wept every morning and evening when you were far away. I missed you terribly. Sir Nigam and Vikash, the police officer have been awfully rude with me! - What did they do to you? - They forced me to have sex with them. For me, it was just rape but nobody was there to rescue me. Sir Nigam told me it was just fun but Vikash told me Sir Nigam was too important to be annoyed by my putty complaints!Look at what Sir Nigam has done to me on his last visit! Lydia pushed back her saree to expose her shoulders and her neck. The reddish marks of extensive hickeys were clearly visible on her skin! Amit opened wide eyes : - They are not love hickeys! He must have drawn blood with them! - That's not all! Lydia completely peeled the saree from her body, unhooking quietly her choli to show off her magnificent breasts with other hickeys on them! Amit gasped and a flash of animal lust ignited in his eyes. She dropped her saree on a chair and lifted her petticoat. She had omitted to wear knickers and her bald pussy was adorned by two large hickeys that attracted Amit's feverish eyes. - I was lucky you were due anytime, otherwise he would have added a dozen more! What do you think of it? - It's straight forward abuse and unacceptable behaviour but I must admit that, for a man like me, I find it extremely exciting and I feel ready to complete your series of hickeys, so that you can show Sir Nigam that I claim you as my own! - What are you saying : you want to make more hickeys and tell me to show them to Sir Nigam! Are you mad? - Certainly not, dear but watching your body thus marked has terribly excited me! Shall we take advantage on it! I can't wait any more! Lydia was flabbergasted but she found nothing to answer to her mate! He was already removing his garments, almost ripping off his loincloth in his haste! He was sporting a huge hard on, just a little smaller but equally thick than what she had seen hanging from Kyrhan's crotch during the dinner! She remembered that during their previous coupling, Amit hadn't been able to enter her completely but he had told her there were ways to go deeper into her ; that was the perfect moment to test it! And if the price to it was offering her body to Sir Nigam, she was willing to pay it if Amit didn't care! - OK, Amit! You told me that you could make me accommodate your whole cock in my pussy! Now prove me you weren't a braggart! And if you make me cum sufficiently hard, I may consider your idea of showing my whole set of hickeys to Sir Nigam but remember that it was your idea! I would have thought you would try to kill him, not offer your loving mate to his lecherous whims! Amit nodded, suddenly extremely attentive and almost dedicated. He made her lie on her knees and arms. She thought he intended to take her rearward but he moved toward her front, offering his fully erect cock to her lips. She lifted her head to have a better view on him. He told her to suck him. She eagerly bent down to take his cock in her mouth. She carefully took his balls into her right hand. She swirled her tongue over his cock. His cock swelled even more in her mouth and was now rock hard. Her cock sucking experience was sufficient for her to know she had to suck him harder... - Cover it with your saliva. It will go quite deep in your pussy! Nobody has entered you so deep so far. Afterwards, you'll be a complete Indian girl! Lydia was doing her best to please Amit. He pulled out of her mouth and moved behind her back. He was going to take her rearward. She had read that in this position he would go deeper but two inches and a half : it was just impossible! She bent her head downward in absolute submission : Amit was at this moment her Master, her owner and she was just a slave waiting anxiously for the orders of her Master... He pulled her legs backward so that she was now on all fours, like an animal.... She would do anything for him at this moment! She arched her back to offer him a better view on her ass... Lydia could feel the cold air on her dripping love lips as Amit entered her pussy. His cock was so huge that she could feel her pussy stretching out to capacity to accommodate him. He fitted inside her like a hand fitted in a tight glove. They matched perfectly and she felt no pain at all. Nothing so big had ever entered her pussy. She could feel his cock moving in and out of her pussy than gathering progressively speed. After each move, he went deeper into her. She wondered what he was up to : he could have entered her much faster! But he continued to drill into her with the same speed. She groaned when he bottomed out, testing the elasticity of her cervix... She turned her head and saw that he had gained just a little less than an inch and there was still nearly two inches sticking out... She would have wept : she hadn't been able to take him completely. Amit felt her despair : - Cool, Luv, I haven't finished! He pulled back by an inch and rammed his cock forward. She emitted a piercing shrill : it hurt! The shock was soon replaced by a constant pounding. He wasn't getting enough to speed to really hurt her but the constant hammering made her scream continuously. She felt something yield inside her and he went a little deeper. He continued his assault and the tip of his cock continued to disappear slowly into her... Amit stopped for a minute to explain her : - Your cervix normally opens up when you deliver babies. The stimulation I gave you loosened the grip of the sphincter and allowed my cock to enter your womb. It has been possible just because it's long enough to do the job. When I will tell you, you'll stop taking contraceptive pills and I will spew my seed directly on your eggs. You'll get pregnant quite faster than normally! But it's still up to you ta take or not your pills. - No, it's up to you, now, Amit : you're my master, my chief and I will obey your orders from now on! - Just think twice : I'm muich older than you do! - I have already thought it out : I want your baby, your babies in fact! I know that Indian women have often large families. You have just a single son! I want to fulfill all your wishes for a new life! - OK, then You'll stop taking your pills on the 25th of next month : it's my birthday and I would want to sire a baby in your womb that day! - You may be lucky my peak fertility should be on the 24th! I may stop taking my pills a few weeks before to increase our chances... - That's a deal, luv! Afterward, you may be free to pay a visit to Sir Nigam! - What? You want me to cheat on you! - If I tell you that you may fuck him, you won't cheat on me and, by the way, you'll be already pregnant : he could do anything he wants, his seed won't produce offspring! - So it doesn't matter if I fuck Sir Nigam! - Don't forget we live in India, a country very deeply interested by sex : it's probably the very hot and often very wet weather that makes everyone languid. When we see a pretty lass, it stirs a man from apathy and sexual desire just blossoms! When you'll know your neighbours, you'll discover plenty of torrid stories : a woman is often courted or bluntly taken by force or blackmail by her neighbours, her landlord, the shop keeper next door, her boss, some wallah (delivery man), her coworker, her brother, uncle, cousin or sometimes her father or grand father! It creates a perpetual sexual tension and many women end up yielding to their lust. - Yes! I know it all but what about men : do you dream of fucking anyone wearing a saree? - Men have more freeway but it's basically the same problem : the man who had invited me for Diwali left me alone with his wife for hours, just in case I was interested in her. He was probably disappointed I was just thinking to you and I made no moves on her. But India is the land of carnal lust, of the weirdest desires that can be fulfilled any time! I wasn't furious when you told me that Sir Nigam had covered your body with hickeys in the most intimate places! I have even told you that you may pay him a visit when I'll have you safely bred and I perfectly know what he is up to! Lydia accompanied Amit when he went to inspect the old irrigation system : the ditches were nearly filled up by mud but under it, the concrete seemed in relatively good state. Lydia had told her mate that he was the boss and she was just the menial labourer. So it was just normal that she carried the tools and then that she did the dirty job under his orders... She dug up carefully the ditch, making sure she wouldn't damage the concrete. The mud was filled with water and felt extremely heavy but Lydia worked with enthusiasm : the job was new for her and working in water just protected her somewhat from the surrounding heat. She cleaned ten feet of the ditch to give Amit a general view. She had been wise to put on her most worn out saree and itch it up around her hips not to be hampered in her moves... Amit was watching her with open interest : her legs were uncovered up to her knees and she was sweating profusely. Her saree was literally hugging to her skin, leaving nothing of her anatomy to imagination and it was a delicious moment for him! She made for him several boreholes in different places. The temperature was steadily increasing and Amit decided for a pause. They found a suitable place under a tree. Lydia scurried away to look for food and water. It was her job too : she was just a helping hand and he was the boss. She returned half an hour later, carrying a big jar on her head with one hand to steady it and she was holding a bag with their lunch in the other hand. She arrived without spilling a single drop : she had made incredible progress since she had met Sir Nigam for the first time : she would have lost half her load after a mile then while now she almost danced all the way to where Amit waited for her! Lydia increased the swaying of her hips when she could be seen by her mate : Perhaps, she could entice him into fucking her against the tree trunk after the lunch! She opened the bag and busied herself arranging the table. She rolled a stone to offer Amit a seat but she declined his offer to prepare another stone for her! - Today, I am at your service and I will be paid for it! As the servant, I should stay up to serve you properly! - Oh, Lydia, stop that crap! I am not Sir Nigam and I'm a Dalit just like you! - Maybe but you are in charge! So please let me serve you just like my master! Just tell me if you need or want anything and I'll provide it to you! - OK! It's your choice! Lydia made a great fuss at serving him with the solemnity she had used when serving Prince Kyrhan and his friends... The food was delicious : she had taken the pastries and sweets she had made for Amit's return and he complimented her for her skills. She continuously teased Amit, massaging his neck, helping him out of his shoes, pushing her tits forward when she served him food and pushing back her bottom when she was getting away. No man could have resisted such a permanent assault and Amit even less than the average man! When she had cleared the table, she curtsied to show him her respect but before she had had the opportunity to leave, he grabbed her by the waist and drew her behind the cover of bushes. She offered him little resistance, a pure token as that was what she had wished! Amit lifted the hem of Lydia's saree and took her petticoat along., not bothering to strip her naked. She enjoyed it terribly, imagining she was a servant with her Master picking up her skirts and it suited perfectly to her submission fantasies : it was role playing but she immersed readily in the role! She was aware she was playing in dangerous waters : if she became addicted to such games, Sir Nigam, Sujeet, Amit's son, or anyone else would quite easily enslave her and use her whenever they felt like it : she would become just a hole to be filled willingly... Amit curbed her on top of a stone and she did not fight him. She was truly in her role : a man with a strong will had just cornered her and lifted her saree and her petticoat. Unfortunately, she had decided not to wear knickers as she was to work in a ditch filled with mud. She would have muck up to her pussy and without knickers, it would be easier to get clean again but now it was a disadvantage in her role playing : if she did not wear undies, it was obviously because she expected to be fucked. In truth, it had been her principal reason : the mud should not get higher than her knee! Lydia realized she had acted like a real slut and it enhanced tremendously her pleasure. Amit humped forward with a loud groan and impaled her to his balls. She was totally his! She screamed in ecstasy : that was the proper way to treat a hot girl, the way she loved to be treated! Lydia Ch. 05 With all my senses occupied, I had no idea how long I was tied to the bed. Jen's recorded orgasm could have been anywhere from five minutes to half an hour long, for all I knew. I didn't hear Lydia come in; I'd briefly worried that Jen might have forgotten the keys, and that I'd be trapped here until my roommate got back on Sunday, but sure enough, the music on the iPod stopped abruptly. The earphones were removed next, followed by the shorts. I could now make out Lydia's hair as she worked. The shoe was removed from my face, and for the first time in ages, I breathed fresh air. She slid the pantyhose off my head next, dragging them ever so slowly, the soft nylon caressing my face as she did so. When she'd finally removed the hose, I could see her grinning at me. Lydia's blonde hair hung in a ponytail, and she wore dark plum lipstick that was sexy as hell on her lips. She was wearing a white blouse that showed off her curves, too. She grinned. "I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourself," reaching down to lightly brush my stiff cock with her fingertips. I was so horny, I nearly came as soon as she did that, and Lydia must have caught that in my eyes, as she pulled her hand back quickly. "Oh, poor sweetie. I guess I should be careful. Don't want to set you off too soon." She untied my hands from the bed, then quickly tied them together and attached them to my collar. She then untied my legs and had me stand. The horrible shoes were still on my feet, and between those and not being able to use my hands for balance, I nearly fell a few times. Once I was standing, Lydia brought over my heavy briefcase, and had me sit down on it, straddling the top of the case. The pressure against the skin in front of my anus was a little annoying, but not terrible. "Since you've been tied up all day," Lydia said with a knowing grin, "you probably missed this email." She pulled out her iPhone and called up an all-campus note from the university president, informing us that a fire in the registrar's office would cause classes to be delayed until Tuesday. "In other words, Spring Break just got extended. So I've decided that we need to take a little trip. But before that," as she paused, she reached down to my crotch. I hadn't even noticed, but my cock had gone totally soft, and even as I marveled, she placed me back in the chastity belt. "That part of your body is called the perineum, and pressure on it reduces hard-ons." Lydia was a bio major, but I suspected she'd learned that fact elsewhere. "Now, before we travel, you need to clean yourself up." As she talked, she got out my shower caddy. She tossed in the cold cream and cotton balls to remove my makeup, and finally untied the stocking and removed the gag from my mouth. She then removed my boots and untied my hands. "You should shower now." "Um, Lydia. I mean Goddess -- " I'd caught myself, but not before she noticed. "Goddess? Is that what Jen had you call her?" Her purple lips smiled. "No, I want my own title. And I'm not a goddess. I'm a human being who just happens to control you. That makes me your Mistress, but that word has too many ugly connotations. It makes me sound like I'm the other woman or something. So instead, call me 'Maitresse.' Words are so much sexier in French, don't you think?" "Yes, Maitresse. "Good boy." I felt a stirring in my groin as she said that. Much as I hated to admit it, praise from her really did make me happy. "Now, what were you going to ask me?" "Um." The discussion about what to call her, as well as the fact that I was calling her the French word for Mistress, had thrown me. "Maitresse, if anyone sees me in the hallway, it'll be kind of hard to explain what's going on." Lydia pursed her lips in thought. "Good point. Stand up." She had me put on my bathrobe -- which covered my collar, barely -- and my slippers. I normally would wear flip-flops to the shower, but these at least covered the toenails. She handed me the towel and the caddy. "I'll check the hallway for you. On your way back, you can carry the towel over your hands to hide your nails." I couldn't argue with that plan (much as I wanted to), so with her assistance, I was able to make it to the showers unseen. It took me a good while to get everything off, but I managed to do so. Getting the makeup off took a while, and my face felt amazingly clean when I was done. When I finally finished, I took Lydia's advice and draped the towel over my hands as I left the bathroom. It was a smart move, as I passed a couple of folks I recognized in the hallway. When I got to my room, I was not surprised to see that it was locked. Fortunately, no one was too nearby. As I knocked, I asked, "Maitresse, may I please come in?" The door opened, and Lydia smiled at me as I entered. "Now," she said, as she closed the door, "I've packed clothes for the weekend, and it's time to get you dressed." She quickly tied my hands together with the robe's belt. "Seem familiar, sweetie? Lydia grinned, remember how she first tied me, just over a week ago. As she talked, she guided me to the bed, laying me down and securing my hands to the headboard. "Yes, Maitresse," I said. Lydia frowned. "I actually meant that as a rhetorical question. But we should come up with a name for you, so you know when I actually want you to answer. What did Jen call you." I started to answer, then caught myself. I wasn't sure if speaking or not speaking was the right thing to do. She smiled, clearly catching my predicament. "It's okay. Tell me what she called you so I can see if it's suitable." "She called me 'Anna,' Maitresse." "Hmm. Not a bad name for when you're wearing female clothing, but I want something I can call you all the time. Of course," she grinned, sitting on the bed and whispering in my ear, "what's to say you won't be wearing female clothing all the time?" Even as I simultaneously shuddered and shivered at the thought, she went on as if nothing had happened. "No, I want one that I can call you in public without getting too many strange looks. But you'll always know what it means. So how about 'Pet?' I know a few British folks who use it as a regular nickname, so it won't be too strange. But we'll both know that I own you. Do you like that, Pet?" "Yes, Maitresse." Saying anything else, I knew, would be a mistake. "Good. And this weekend, I promise to make you earn that name." Even as she grinned, she slid something over my face. It was clearly another pair of worn panties, with her smell settling right over my nose. She positioned them to block my eyes, of course. "Now, Pet, I'm going to give you a choice. Since we're going to be traveling, you can wear men's underwear and a dress, or women's underwear with jeans and a sweater. Which one do you prefer, Pet?" I didn't hesitate, of course. "Women's underwear, Maitresse." "You answered quickly. If I didn't know better, I'd say that wearing women's underwear suits you." I was smart enough not to answer. I felt her slide something soft up my legs. Lydia paused. "Hmm, That belt kind of ruins the effect." Much to my amazement, she removed the chastity device, and slid the panties over my crotch. The tightness of the cotton -- as well as the touch of Lydia's fingers -- did cause me to start to harden, but not before she'd slid the panties all the way up. She giggled. "Not that this bulge is any less obvious, but I kind of like knowing that you feel the panties around your cock." I'd be lying if I said that didn't make me harder. She followed this by sliding something soft over each leg. It became apparent pretty quickly that she'd put stockings on me, and by the fiddling she was doing, it was clear that the panties included a garter belt. This was followed by something wrapped around my chest. Lydia slipped straps over my shoulders and around my back, and I realized it was a bra. Lydia straddled my stomach and pulled the panties off my face. I could see that the bra was a basic grey sports bra. "Don't be too disappointed, Pet. I'll put you in something a little fancier when you're not going out in public." As she stood up, I could see that I was wearing a pair of ruffled black boyshort-style panties with built-in garter straps. The bulge was hard to miss, and only the tight elastic at the edges prevented my cock from springing out. They were holding up black stockings. "I know you liked the fishnets I wore the other day, but I figured I'd start with something a little more basic." As she talked, Lydia reached up to untie my hands. As I sat up, she grabbed the bag she'd packed for me. "I'm going to go finish packing the car. Your clothes are on the chair. I'll be gone for exactly one minute. When I get back, I expect to find you kneeling in the middle of the floor, wearing everything I laid out. Is that understood, Pet?" "Yes, Maitresse." The door shut as I finished untying the rope from my hands. A small part of me wanted to take advantage of the opportunity. She'd left me alone and without the chastity belt for the first time in ages! But I knew that, even in my excited state, there was no way I could masturbate in a minute and clean up the evidence. With the lengthened press-on nails Jen had applied to me, in fact, I could barely get into the sweatshirt and jeans before she came in, and was flummoxed by the idea of tying my sneakers when she walked back in. "Seriously, Pet. I asked you to do one simply thing." "I'm sorry, Maitresse! I just cannot handle tying my shoes with these nails!" I knew I shouldn't talk back, but I was frustrated. She gave me a look that almost passed for pity. "Fine, I'll help you out this time. But there's a price. Kneel next to the bed and hold out your hands." I did so, and she quickly wrapped some thin rope around my wrists, pulling my arms over the side of the bed and securing me to the dresser on the other side. Even as I realized the embarrassing position I was in, with my butt sicking up facing anyone coming into the room, I also realized that the noose around my wrist had been pre-made; Lydia had planned to do this to me, too. Since my feet were nearly off the ground, it was easy enough for Lydia to slip sneakers on and tie them. I then felt her fiddling with the jeans, and a draft made it clear that these pants had a removable flap over the ass! I wasn't surprised to quickly learn that the panties also had this "feature." She walked around to the front of the bed. "Now, Pet, you've once again got a choice. I can administer corporal punishment with this hairbrush, or I can make your walk to the car uncomfortable. Which will it be?" She smacked the brush into her hand as she spoke, and I didn't doubt it was a trick question. Of course, I was sure she'd be happy enough if I chose the spanking, but that brush looked nasty, so I chose the uncomfortable option. She grinned and walked behind me again. I heard her rummaging, and then I felt a pressure against my anus. "This is a buttplug, Pet. It's like the dildo I used on you yesterday, only it's designed to stay in you for a while" She'd clearly lubed it well, as it practically slid right in, filling me up and putting pressure on my prostate. Lydia closed the panties and the jeans and untied me, and sure enough, walking with the pressure against my prostate was very uncomfortable. I had a visible bulge in my jeans from both my arousal and the pressure, and she'd clearly noticed. "Yeah, I thought you'd enjoy this one." I didn't bother countering her. "Fortunately, it's chilly enough outside for you to wear this." She tossed me my light trenchcoat, which thankfully covered my bulge, as well as my collar. She then had me pick up the laundry basket sitting in the closet. It looked like it was filled with towels, but it was heavier, and the towels clearly covered something else. By putting my fingers through the slats, I could cover up the state of my nails. With that, Lydia opened the door, and we stepped out. ____ The dorm hallway was mostly empty, and there was certainly nothing strange about someone carrying a laundry basket. I'd almost gotten my hopes up as we neared the side door of the dorm, when I heard someone call my name. "Adam, Lydia, wait up!" We turned around, and sure enough, it was Leigh, Lydia's roommate. I hadn't seen her in two weeks, and the events with Lydia and Jen had nearly made me forget my crush on her, but seeing her reminded me of how cute she was. She wasn't a heavy makeup kind of girl, but she had a pretty face, gorgeous green eyes, and long brown hair that was pulled back into a ponytail. Her casual cloths -- jeans and a sweater -- didn't hide her height and long legs. She hugged Lydia, then turned to me. If she hugged me, there was no way that she wouldn't feel my bulged. Hell, I wasn't sure I wouldn't explode from it. Fortunately, I had an excuse. Leigh looked at the basket in my hands. "You doing laundry?" Lydia looked expectantly at me. I hoped she wouldn't contradict anything I was about to say. "Um, yeah. I was on the way to the laundromat, and then we were going to grab a bite to eat." Lydia played along, thankfully. "Yeah. Wanna come with?" I don't know if I visibly blanched, but I did my best to smile and pretend that Leigh was welcome. On any other day, she would be. Fortunately, Leigh said, "nah -- thanks, but I'm wiped out. I'm just going to rest and catch up on TV." ___ When we got to Lydia's SUV, she had me load the laundry basket in the back and then climb in. She then shut the back hatch and came around the side. Lyda had set the middle and rear seats down, and I wasn't shocked when she had me lie down. Nor was I really surprised when she tied my arms and legs down. She leaned over me and gave me a long, deep kiss, her tongue exploring my mouth and leaving me breathless. She hadn't kissed me that hard since the first night, before she'd put me in the chastity belt, and I'd forgotten how amazing a kisser she was. As she pulled away, she said, "more of that later. For now, let's keep our promise to Leigh." I must have looked baffled. "Oh, what you told her, silly!" She grinned, even as she pulled a pair of blue panties out of the basket and tied a stocking through it, as Jen had done earlier. "First, you can do laundry and clean these." As she leaned over me and tied the hose behind my head, she told me, "like Jen did, I grabbed some old panties from my laundry pile. But there's a twist." As she shoved them in my mouth, I could tell what it was. Lydia had clearly pissed in these and allowed them to dry! "Now, get those nice and clean, lover, while I take us to dinner." Lydia blindfolded me, then covered me with a light blanket, including my head, but it wasn't enough to interfere with my breathing. More importantly, it shielded me from the prying eyes from anyone driving by. I knew Lydia had tinted windows, but I didn't trust them to be dark enough to hide me. I heard the engine turn on, and Lydia drove for a few minutes. During the ride, the buttplug reflected every bounce, putting pressure on my prostate. I heard her get out, and when the door didn't open for a bit, I got nervous. Soon enough, though, the back door opened, and when the blanket was pulled away, the unmistakable smell of McDonald's. She removed my gag, untied my hands, and had me sit up. I dug into the Big Mac and fries as soon as she told me to. I'd eaten way too little that day, and was starving. When I was done, Lydia smiled. "I do want you keeping your strength up. She then tied me down again and removed my blindfold. From what little I could see, we appeared to be in a garage, not in a parking lot. I didn't think now was the time to ask about it, though. Especailly since she took that moment to slide up her skirt. She was wearing black spandex leggings under it, and she turned around and got on all fours, looking over her shoulders at me. Her ass looked glorious straining against the material. "Like what you see, Pet?" "Yes, Maitresse." She smiled at my use of the proper name. She started to pull down the spandex, then paused. "Oh, shoot." Even from my position, I had no problem telling that the pout was as fake as the words she uttered, but I played along. "What's wrong, Maitresse?" "Oh, well, Jen and I were talking, and we agreed that you needed some work on your oral skills. Don't get me wrong; you can still make us come. But I think you're getting distracted." "By what?" "By seeing out beautiful pussies, of course! So, Pet, we came up with a solution: you can only see our pussies once you've eaten us enough to prove that you're fully focusing on us." "How long will that take?" "That depends. There are so many factors involved. For example, how quickly you bring us to orgasm, how intense the orgasms are, how flustered you get at the thought of seeing us naked. For example, you forgot to call me 'Maitresse," a sure sign that you're distracted. There are so many little signs of distraction, but I'm sure you'll eventually earn it!" It was clearly another game I couldn't win, and I knew that protesting wasn't going to get me anywhere. In the meantime, Lydia turned around and slid the tights off with her back to me. She then turned around (with the skirt more than obstructing my view of her pussy), and slid over to me, sliding the tights over my head. They covered my eyes completely. She then slid it a little further down, covering my nose. I could tell that she'd deliberately positioned it so the crotch was over my nose, and I once again inhaled her odor. With that, Lydia positioned herself over my mouth and had me eat her. The spandex over my nose didn't completely inhibit my breathing, but between it and the pussy over my mouth, I definitely had to earn every breath. I also felt reasonably certain that I'd made her come at least three times, although I wasn't foolish enough to ask. She eventually turned around and had me eat her to one more, then slid down slightly, putting her ass over my mouth instead. I brought her to another orgasm with my tongue, and she slid off. After a few minutes -- to catch her breath, I assumed -- Lydia leaned down and murmured in my ear, "much better, Pet. Of course, you still have some work to do, but we've got time." She untied me -- still leaving the tights over my eyes -- and walked me out of the van. I heard a click and felt her attach what I soon realized was a leash to my collar. As she led me forward, she said, "I bet you're wondering who can see you, Pet. Don't worry; right now, we're moving from the garage directly into the house of a friend of mine. No one outside saw you being led on a leash." Lydia led me until my crotch bumped against something that I assumed was a chair or bench of some sort. She then pulled the leash down, forcing me to bend over, and tied the leash to something below.She quickly strapped my ankles to the bench. My ass was now sticking in the air, and I was effectively immobilized. "Of course, I might have taken a few more pictures of you in chains for later. And Jen might have, too. In fact, she sent me a great video of you sucking her dildo!" That message was perfectly clear; they could continue to hold everything over me even as they ramped things up. "And for all you know, we're not alone here. Maybe Jen's here. Maybe there are five or six girls here, all ready to play with you." That was a chilling thought, and one I hadn't even considered. I hadn't heard anyone else, but I could be mistaken. Lydia pulled my pants and panties down and removed the buttplug, much to my relief. She slid my shoes and socks off, unbuckling each foot and rebuckling as needed, then released the leash and had me stand up. She had me hold my arms up, and pulled the sweater and bar off, too. She then slipped something else over my arms and tied it around my chest. It felt loose and silky, but I had no idea what it was. Lydia Ch. 05 She released my feet and pulled me by the leash into another room that was fully carpeted, then into another room with a tile floor. She soon guided me to sit down on what was clearly a toilet. She put my left hand in a handcuff above my head, and tied something around my right elbow. "Now, Pet, this is your chance to do whatever business you need to. I've tied your right arm so that you can reach the toilet paper and wipe your ass if you need to, but you won't be able to reach your cock. You've got ten minutes." That sounded like more time than I needed, but my damned cock was so hard from the day's teasing! And worse, when I thought about my latest bondage predicament, I realized I was turned on by it. It took me at least five minutes to get soft, but thankfully, I was able to use the toilet (much to my relief, the flush button was also within range of my hand). Lydia came back in, untied me, and pulled me back into the carpeted room, where she tied me down to the bed. She finally pulled the tights off my head. A quick glimpse revealed that she'd dressed me in a lilac babydoll nightie. Lydia had put on a relatively formless terrycloth bathrobe. "Now, here's the thing, Pet. I promised you this morning that you could have another orgasm today, and I don't want to go back on my promise. But there are two problems. First, I'm tired, and want to go to bed soon. Second, as I already told you, Jen and I think you need to work on your skills and pleasing us, and I think you concentrate better when you're not worn out from cumming. So I'll make you a deal: You can have one orgasm tonight, which I'll give you by hand job, or you can have three tomorrow, one each by mouth, pussy, and ass. If you take the hand job tonight, I can also promise that you won't come tomorrow." Horny as I was, that was an easy decision. "I'll put it off until tomorrow, Maitresse." She smiled. "I figured you'd see it that way. Of course, I can't go to bed without at least one more orgasm." With that, she pulled off her skirt, revealing that she was wearing a sexy one-piece black bathing suit. Her breasts strained against the material, and although it was one of those suits with a skirt covering the bottom, little could hide the shape of her hips. "I know you can't see it now, but this suit has worn out in the crotch, so it's perfect for easy access." Lydia grinned as she said this. "Of course, if I sit facing you, you'll see my pussy, and I don't feel like blindfolding you again." With that, she turned around and positioned herself over my mouth, leaning forward, thankfully. I did have a wonderful view of her black-clad ass under the skirt as I worked, which was nice. As I licked, I was surprised to feel Lydia quickly take my cock in her mouth, giving it one good suck. It took me practically to the point of bursting, but before I could follow through, she'd already pulled off. Even as I dealt with my disappointment and horniness, she then leaned back, settling her lycra-covered ass right over my nose. I moaned in an attempt to make it clear that she was smothering me, but that only seemed to excite her more, based on her wiggling. Fortunately, that also helped bring her to an orgasm more quickly, and she slid off before my lack of breath could become too much of an issue. We both spent the next minute gasping -- Lydia from exhaustion, me from lack of air -- and then Lydia slid off the bed. "That was very nice, Pet." "Thank you, Maitresse." I knew that point out the smothering would be pointless. I didn't have the slightest doubt that it wasn't exactly an accident. "We've got a busy day tomorrow, so you should get some sleep. This should help you have some pleasant dreams." She slipped a pair of panties over my head, with the crotch rest right over my nose. I knew better than to complain; she'd let me off the hook without a gag, and I had three orgasms coming my way tomorrow, at least. Lydia Ch. 05 Amit had understood her desires : he fucked her hard, looking not for her pleasure but for his own. She was moaning in total rapture as he owned her like a Master owning his slave. He cummed inside her and pulled out swiftly. He bent her down to force her to suck his cock! She hadn't had the time to cum but she felt it was even better : she was a lowly Dalit and her Master just used her just as he wanted, with no consideration for her feelings! - Now let me sleep a moment, slut and rearrange your clothes : I don't want other people to know I have used you! - As you want, Master! Her frustration was mind boggling but her excitement was Earth shattering : Amit had cummed inside her and denied her that culmination! There was nothing better for her! Her submissive side was in heaven! Amit told her he wanted her to pay a visit to Sir Nigam. She had stopped taking contraceptive pills but she wasn't in a fertile period! The industrialist could fuck her to his pleasure, Amit didn't care! She was so deep in submission that it never came to her mind that she should revolt and tell Amit to go to hell. She took a local bus to Sir Nigam's company headquarters. She had put on the saree he had offered her! She spoke to a receptionist - Good Morning, Lady! I would like to meet sir Nigam! - Sir Nigam receives only on appointment and certainly not an unimportant Dalit girl! Are you mad to want to disturb him! - No, your boss knows me! He has given me a password if I needed to visit him : Akbar! The woman jumped on her armchair! - Yes, this is a password for immediate access to him! What's your name? - Just tell him that Lydia is there! She exchanged a few words in the phone with her correspondent... - It must be really important : he has just told me to escort you to his private offices at the twentieth floor! Follow me! The woman had a contemptuous smile, glancing to her wedding saree which made a very visible contrast with her worn out sandals! She stopped in front a door and waved her in. - My instructions say I must not enter with you! I hope that Sir Nigam will be interested by what you will tell him! The woman closed the door behind Lydia... She walked toward the end of the corridor and timidly knocked at the door. The inimitable voice of Sir Nigam answered immediately - Come in, Lydia! I never expected you here. I was planning to allow you a few more days with your boyfriend. Lydia offered her hand for a standard shake bur Sir Nigam neglected it and took her in his arms... - I would say that you are much prettier when you're more sparsely clad! Sir Nigam peeled her saree from her body with the ease of an expert. He threw it on the chair he had just left! He wanted then to unhook her choli but the hooks were too tiny. He just grabbed her collar and tore it away. Lydia gasped : the silk choli must have cost a small fortune! Before he turned toward her petticoat, she swiftly untied the knot holding it up and let it fall to the ground. She had just a thong left as she had assumed that Sir Nigam would strip her naked quite fast! She had never imagined he would be that fast!!! He pushed her over the top of his managerial desk. He pushed down his trousers, uncovering a huge cock. It was bigger than Amit's but a little shorter with a mushroom head that was swelling rapidly just before her eyes. Lydia felt proud she was giving him such an impressive erection! He didn't exchange another word with her at that moment. He pushed aside the string of her thong and pushed his cock into her pussy as if his life depended on it! Lydia screamed in ecstasy! She wondered how she could love the gentle and caring Amit and, just a few hours later, enjoy equally the brutality of Sir Nigam : he owned her with absolutely no consideration for her. She should have hated him, felt soiled when he touched her but she had walked willingly into his den with joy, her heart beating madly in sweet anticipation. She was quite aware that sooner or later she would have to choose between a gentle low caste lover she tried to transform into an authoritative and demanding Master and a high caste demanding industrialist who was taking her violently without asking for her agreement... and there were also Sujeet, Amit's son, less brutal but representative of what she called trash sex, who would be ready to prostitute her for a little money and Vikash who would exploit his situation and his authority. Her submissive tendencies prevented her to choose between all these men : her heart pushed her toward Amit but the other ones gave her more delicious thrill! Sir Nigam went into an insane dance in her pussy and she screamed in ecstasy! How could she cum with this haughty man, even if Amit had told her she could? She felt utterly soiled but that just enhanced her dirty pleasure! She would come back as soon as possible to feel the same shameful feelings! Could she have two or three masters : Amit for sweet romantic encounters, sir Nigam when she felt like submitting to power and wealth or Sujeet when her dirty feelings prevailed : with him, she enjoyed the sour perfume of incest, of prostitution and transgression and that appealed to her even more than the two other ones! But it may just be a problem of the grass being always greener on the other side of the fence! Future would tell! Sir Nigam was playing with her body, slowly withdrawing almost completely before ramming his cock forcefully into her as fast as he could. His thrusts were endless : he had a far longer staying power than Amit. She bucked, shook and squirmed wildly under the furious assault but she never unsaddled him from his triumphant position! He was riding Lydia with no finesse, just brutal possession! Suddenly she was filled to capacity with jet after jet of his hot seed. She came Under the déluge screaming aloud his name - Yesssss, Master! Fill meeee with your hot cum! Oooohhh! Yes, Sir Nigammmmm! Only youuuuuu! Lydia was flabbergasted she could tell him such love words while ami twas waiting placidly for her return at their home. He had probably anticipated that Sir Nigam either would refuse to meet her or would make her suck his cock, certainly not he would fuck her so masterfully and make her dance around his cock! He lifted her from his body and let her lie on her back on his side. She cuddled against him, totally tamed. She played delicately with his flaccid cock. She had soon the surprise to feel it throb again in her hand. She looked up at him in amazement : God that was the kind of man she loved, ready to return to the fight quite soon! She felt ultimate pride for his stamina! He may have treeated her like a cheap whore, raped her again and again but she loved to be dominated by him! She would certainly feel guilt when she would come back home! They dozed together but about one hour later, Sir Nigam woke up. His cock was hard again and, as they were in the spoon position, she could feel his hard pole poking at her ass cheeks. Maybe he wanted to ass fuck her again but she was too weary for that : - Please, Master, you've completely drained my strength! I don't think I could receive byou once more in my pussy or my ass and my mouth is sore after the workout you have given me! - You have serviced me quite nicely, Lydia! I will be generous with you and refrain to bugger or fuck you as I had intended! On your back! Lydia instantly lay on the bed. Her training for immediate obedience was visibly progressing! Sir nigam straddled her as if she had a saddle on her belly. His turgid cock rested in the valley between her breasts. He pushed aside her breasts and they encased his cock in a velvety grip. Sir nigam seemed to enjoy having his cock pressed so deliciously between the big apples : - I need urgently some release! If your mouth, your ass and your cunt are unavailable, you still can service me with your tits, don't you think so? - Your wishes are my orders, Master! How do you want to use me? - Just use your hands to press them together around my cock! When I'll push my cock between your udders, the tip will probably poke out and I would like you to try to get it into your mouth. If you make me cum in your mouth, I will offer you a new Choli and a lift home but if you fail, I will tell my secretary that he may come and fuck you at his leisure! Lydia had tested the ministrations of Sir Nigam's male assistant and she pushed her breasts together with as much force as she could. Her tits hurt a little but it was a cheap price to pay not to service that awful man! When her master pushed in, the whole head of his cock protruded between her tits. Lydia had just to bend her head downward to let him invade her mouth. With one finger, he was caressing her nipples and with the other one he was rubbing her clit. With such a double stimulation, Lydia was soon panting, on the edge of a violent climax. Sir Nigam left her there for a long time, making her finally beg to cum : - Master, please, it's too much! I can't withstand it any more! Please let me cum, at last! I beg you, Master! Sir Nigam smiled and pulled his finger out of her pussy. She moaned in disappointment but he made her turn on her side to offer him her back passage. He pushed two fingers in her mouth, ordering her to slaver on them and he forced them into her anus. She bucked wildly in total ecstasy under the unexpected assault and she came like a bomb! He beckoned to her : - Yeah! I am going to cum! Take it all, sweet slut! Lydia obediently clamped her mouth around the throbbing shaft. She soon felt his hot cum spraying the walls of her mouth and she licked, sucked and swallowed it all trying to prevent any spoilage... Sir Nigam's seed was too precious to finish anywhere else than in her pussy, her mouth or her ass! Sir Nigam thanked Lydia for her performance, telling her she would get an additional reward : she would be allowed to stay in the car during the travel and not be locked in the trunk but he told her then to kneel on the floor in front of the passenger seat. He wanted her to suck him when he was stopped at crossings or traffic lights and just keep him in her mouth as they were driving. From her position, passersby wouldn't notice her but the lorry and rickshaw drivers had a nice view on her spread out ass cheeks! Some of them honked in approbation! Of course, she hadn't been allowed to put back on her thong! Sir Nigam managed not to cum until they were arrived in spite of Lydia's continuous efforts. When he stopped the engine, she let his cock pop out of her mouth and he chose that moment to cover her face with his jizzm. She had a thick wad on her left eye, another running from her nose to her chin and a last one on her right ear... She held up a hand to wipe the filth away but he halted her with a stern order : - Keep it on your face! I want you to return home with your face covered with my seed! Amit will understand how superior to him I am. Lydia begged him to spare her this humiliation but he just shrugged : - I have decided and you must obey, whatever the consequences! Lydia bent her head in submission and proceeded toward her door. Sir Nigam called for her and she hurried toward his side window, blushing in shame! - You have forgotten to say goodbye! You'll understand that I won't kiss your cheek nor even your lips but you're going to lift up the hem of your saree and your petticoat. I want to see the full moon of your nice ass and you'll keep it up until you are arrived at your door! Lydia blushed even more : what if Amit opened the door for her and saw her face dripping with Sir Nigam's spunk and his girlfriend offering her bare bottom to the view of a stranger but she was not bold enough to disobey one of her masters! She entered discreetly, letting her saree and petticoat settle down with their own weight. Amit was facing away from the door busy preparing food for their dinner. Lydia hastily grabbed a wet towel and wiped her face clean! Good! Amit hadn't seen anything! She felt awfully guilty having had to cheat on him! Women can be extremely cunning when they decided it! Amit noticed her just when she encircled his body in her arms! - Darling, you have no idea how much I missed you! - At last, Lydia! I was wondering how long sir Nigam would keep you! I felt guilty I had told you to visit him! I was a simple tease and he could have taken it as open sexual overtures. I hope he wasn't insistent! - No, dear! Sir Nigam may be a gentleman at times! Now he knows we are a well matched couple, he may not harass me any more! - Frankly, I wouldn't bet on it! He must have some dark objectives! Ah I have had a visit from my son : he is dithyrambic about you! From anyone else, I would have said he is in love with you! Look he is young, strong and wealthy : most girls would like to take him in their nets! - But I am in love with you, not him and I don't care about our age difference : you're a good lover and you have made me cum more violently than any man before you! - Speaking of love, when exactly starts your fertile period? - In six days! I have stopped taking pills for three weeks, now! So you really intend to breed me as soon as possible! - Why else? You're sexy, clever, bubbly and caring! I couldn't imagine a better match for me! I am dreaming of having you surrounded by a dozen of your offspring! - Time only will tell! You may get bored by this dull, uninteresting girl! - Then you'll just have to offer me some sexy show : you on a chair with your legs wide open frigging yourself and moaning in ecstasy or you dancing in a see through saree or you again, naked on your knees with your cheek on the ground and pulling apart your ass cheeks with your hands when I come back home. It would reawaken an elderly man! - I will keep it in mind when you become a centenarian, Amit! Beware! Lydia Ch. 06 By Dan57 and Cih Lydia's breeding Lydia had been royally fucked by Sir Nigam and she had lied to her mate, telling him that the Industrialist had been the perfect gentleman. She had been afraid Amit would have found her out but discovered that men are always gullible when pretty women shamelessly lie to them. She had pretended she was too tired by her walk to Sir Nigam's headquarters while in truth, she had massaged her clit and drilled two or three fingers in her pussy and her ass until she had cummed wildly. She had used a scarf to muffle her screams as Amit was working in the tiny garden next to their home. She had a few erotic dreams that night but the man in her dreams looked really like Sir Nigam! Lydia felt even guiltier about it and, on the next days, she took great care to offer Amit a cosy life, preparing the food he had told her he preferred and wearing the new saree that Sir Nigam had offered her that emphasized her figure. She also mended discreetly the choli the industrialist had torn from her shoulders. Her glamorous ward robe was slowly growing! Fortunately Sir Nigam was rather busy with his company and his wife : he had little time and no official reason to summon Lydia to his offices! Lydia had gone to a shop to buy a new work saree : her previous one was worn out. She had encountered suddenly sir Nigam who was accompanied by a woman who just then left him for some errand. Sir Nigam had told Lydia it was his wife Bappa... Learning that Sir Nigam had a wife had been a shock for Lydia who had thought him single. She had told him that they would never meet again for sex! He had laughed at her modesty : - Don't kid about it : Bappa is unfortunately barren. We have made plenty of medical tests and they all concur! I thought I would ask for divorce but under the Indian law, I should return her dowry but I have invested it in my company and she would have a 30% interest in it! So I forgot my ideas of divorce and remarrying a fertile girl! Perhaps I could offer Amit a fair sum of money for him to accept you to become a surrogate mother! - I don't think he would accept : he intends to breed me himself in the next days and he will survey me at any time during my fertile time! My apologies, Master! - OK bur I can still wait! - Choose another girl, Master : Amit wants to form a full platoon with our children! - Usually men are quite attentive for their first born if it's a male and gradually tire of continuous attention! - Then you might pray for his attention to decline before your lust for me! - Then it's not a definitive NO! - How could I say No? I am just a lowly Dalit girl! I must obey my mate and submit to my betters! If Amit tells me to open my legs for you to breed me, I will immediately! If he tells me to stay chaste, I will also! Just as simple as that! It has been so for centuries and I don't see any sound reason to change! - A highly commendable position, indeed! That means I cannot hire you again to serve at my parties! - You have misunderstood me : Amit will survey me at any time during my fertile time and he would certainly forbid me to enter your offices but as soon as I had been bred, this ban has no real motivation left. If you still want me, knowing I will be carrying Amit's baby, it will be your choice! - Good! Now I can't wait for him to inseminate you! I am planning to invite a few friends for the cricket championship and you would be the perfect entertainment possible! What will be your fee? Suddenly, the discussion had changed : from prospective projects, Sir Nigam seemed ready to haggle but Lydia wasn't a seasoned whore. She cut him short : - You perfectly know that I am basically a submissive! I would do it for free, but I wouldn't come again then! If you want me to accept another date later, you may have better be generous! I will start to save money to pay for my children's studies! - Submissive but solid, aren't you, Lydia? - I told you I had had a good education! - Then we may meet again soon! Sir Nigam had left without arguing but he was smiling. Lydia had noticed the commanding tone his wife had used during their short discussion. It was totally different from the tone she used with Amit! It was no surprise that men seemed really attracted by her! Amit had been a bachelor with no feminine presence for years and Mr Nigam had at home some sort of an aggressive harridan! Lydia was counting now the hours that separated her from the moment Amit would make her totally his. They weren't married as marriages in India are huge ceremonies with a complex ritual during two or three days with plenty of invited people. She had found a discarded newspaper with a report on the marriage of the heir of a very influent family and the daughter of an industrialist. They had rent a big castle in France for their 3000 guests ; they had had feasts, dances and lush gardens for so many people. The bride had been superb in her western style wedding dress and the long veil on her head. They had even found an elephant to transport the bride and the bridegroom to the palace! Lydia would never have the money for such a magnificent reception, but she just could dream about it! Amit told her that they had an unexpected visitor : Sujeet would come this evening! Lydia was annoyed : Sujeet had fucked her pussy and then tit fucked her. She had fully cooperated with him : it was her basic duty as she was an avowed submissive, wasn't she? So it had not been a true rape but she had felt like it : Sujeet had been ploughing the personal garden of his father, an awful crime in her eyes! He had felt absolutely no remorse afterward, so she was pretty sure that during his visit, he would find some way to wander under her saree. She could have stopped everything by just confessing to her mate but would he just believe her? She finally decided not to tell anything and just let things happen. She couldn't take any directive role in her life : her ingrained character pushed her to submit without questions to the most strong willed man in her vicinity : Amit, Vikash, Sulay, Sujeet, Sir Nigam! The list was already long! She was just afraid it would continue to grow during the next months and her pregnancy may just attract more attention on her! Lydia busied herself preparing an inexpensive but highly elaborated dinner : she had tested plenty of Indian dishes she had found the recipes on the Net, back there in Canada and she had learned the recipes by heart. Amit had been entranced by her culinary recipes with very limited additions of some cheap ingredients. Lydia took a rapid bath in the river in her now customary way of getting clean. Some of her neighbours kept an eye on that place since they have discovered Lydia in her saree, emerging from the river, the cotton of her saree tightly draped around the curves of her body, leaving nothing to imagination! She then hastily returned home, her eyes shyly downcast. She took care not to meet anyone's eyes, lest he could see the triumphant sparkle in her eyes : Lydia loved to we watched by other men but she couldn't get bold enough to admit it : a woman openly showing off to attract the eyes of strangers was definitely a whore in her eyes and she was a shy and proper Indian girl, wasn't she? She put on the dark blue saree sir Nigam had offered her and the choli she had mended : Sujeet was rather rich compared to her and she wanted to receive him in style but she kept her newest saree, the latest gift from Sir Nigam in a closet, wearing it just for feasts in presence of Amit! - Lydia, your outfit is magnificent! Have you found some rich lover who has offered you such a number? Sujeet wasn't that far from the truth and she changed the subject of discussion as soon as possible. It would not be wise to have Amit just think she could have a lover! The dinner was perfect but Sujeet pretended he was cold with the declining sun. Amit offered him his only sherwani (long gown worn like a coat) but Sujeet wanted just a shawl. Amit turned toward Lydia and told her there was a shop still open this late less than a mile from there. He would get there and return in half an hour. With all the money Lydia had earned from Sir Nigam, they could afford the expense! Lydia couldn't accept it so easily as that would entail she would be alone with Sujeet for a rather long time. She offered to walk to the shop herself but Amit cut her short : - I don't want you to walk alone by night in the streets : you might be attacked by marauders or catch a cold. Remember we have a very important appointment in two days! Lydia nodded, defeated : she couldn't insist! Amit left soon after telling his son he had some urgent thing to be done. He probably was still in view of the house when Sujeet walked to Lydia and took her in his arms. She opposed no resistance when he circled her belly with his arms and lightly caressed her bare tummy under her saree : - I am pretty sure you know I really didn't need the shawl! I just wanted to stay alone with a pretty girl like you who is, unbeknownst from her hubby, a very hot chick! Give me your mouth, slut! Such a direct order was just what Lydia's mind was ready to accept. She offered him her lips, already parted in a beaming smile! He invaded her mouth savagely and pushed a victorious tongue deep there. - Let me remove your saree : we have little time before Amit's return! I have dreamed of shagging you in my father's bed! - No! Sorry, Sujeet! I can't accept it : I am about to ovulate and Amit wants to breed me! I don't want any risk of someone else impregnating me! You know that I am a submissive but I am under strict orders I won't disregard! - OK! I'll respect your vows but at least you can suck me off and I want you to promise that on the first occasion where Amit will leave for a whole day, I'll have you naked in my arms to do with you just as I want! - That's a deal! Lydia removed her saree and folded it perfectly. She then removed her choli and her petticoat but when she was about to kneel at Sujeet's feet, he stopped her in her tracks! - I agreed not to fuck you as you want to be knocked up by my father but don't pull my leg : You are going to suck me off but you are going to do it stark naked so that I can enjoy watching the girl I will fuck soon! Be sure you'll be fucked hard in all possible ways for a man to use a girl! - I promise I will be totally pliant and obedient, Master! - Good, pretty cunt! Now strip down naked and start giving me the blowjob I requested from you. If I am not satisfied, I will fuck your pussy and stay deep in your cunt until my father can see you impaled on my cock. Perhaps, I will get lucky and some of my sperm can hit home on the day after tomorrow! - Oh no, Master : I will do my best to please you! - I don't want you to please me but to pleasure me! You're just some sort of a sex toy for me! Lydia undid Sujeet's shuridars and pulled down his briefs. His massive cock sprung out, already as stiff as a steel rod just a few inches from her gaping mouth. That was another difference with Amit and Sir Nigam : their cocks swelled gradually when she had them in her hands but Sujeet became aroused even before she had touched him. She felt proud to be able to have such an immediate effect on a man! She was still amazed at the unbelievable size of Indian men's penises. Her experience was sparse so far but it was well above the average size of her previous lovers, both in length and girth. It was perhaps a side effect of the food and the lack of exercise! Lydia would never have thought she would be able to accommodate such huge cocks as Amit, Sir Nigam or Vikash sported, that they would fit inside her tight pussy but she had finally received them with no extreme pain, just a little discomfort during their first couplings, soon replaced by extreme pleasure. Now Amit had no more difficulties entering her cervix and that was the moment she considered that their coupling was complete : before, it was just preliminaries for her! Then he could start really fucking her, the moment she craved for. She wasn't some feminist who preferred long caresses : she enjoyed penetrations, as deep as possible, stretching out of her holes the wider the better and end up completely ravaged and exhausted. She left gentle fucking for teenagers or prissy women! It was probably a side effect of her masochist tendencies! Sujeet just sat down and parted his legs : he had now just to watch Lydia proceed and he knew by experience that she was an expert in such games! She crept on her knees at his feet, trying to obtain the best possible position : it depended on the shape of the armchair and whether the man was seated on the edge of the armchair or sprawled in the back... The girl had to take everything in account to give her man the most delicious blowjob she could! Without adding a word, Lydia took his cock in her hand and bent down, softly running her tongue around his pole from the base to the top. She then centred her action on his cock head. She licked it first, and then she made her lips in a perfect O to let him enter her mouth. Sujeet sighed in rapture when her lips sucked the whole length of his manhood... - You are a fantastic cock sucker, slut! I have never met any girl who has given me half as much pleasure! You should make it a trade! Lydia smiled in response with his cock deep in her throat. She disliked being called a whore; a slut and other dirty names but, in the mouth of Sujeet, it was a compliment : she had understood that for him, women were uninteresting and rather dull faithful wives or just sluts. He grabbed her hair in his hands to steer her to his pleasure, using the hair strands as a leash. Even if she wanted, she wouldn't be able to break free unless she was ready to lose a large part of her mane! She resumed sucking his cock, desperately trying to please him. He held her head tightly as it bobbed up and down on his shaft. She clamped her lips around his massive tool. He just sat there moaning as she used all her skills to give him pleasure with her mouth, hands and tongue. She felt a pure slave, totally dedicated to the pleasure of her master and she was swooning with lust! Such a treatment had turned her on and she would have been ready to pull a train! Sujeet continued his idea : - I could arrange a nice gang bang for you! What would you think of servicing fifty Dalits some day as a starter or walking the streets around the central station in Kolkota (Calcutta)? Lydia spit his cock from her mouth : - Are you mad, Sujeet? I am your step mother, the wife of your father! I won't become a whore and you my pimp! - You're not married to my father : he only married my mother! And he wants to get rid of her in his memory and life! I hate him for this treason! - Your mother died twenty years ago or so! Isn't it time for Amit to start a new life? - No! Never! He should never remarry and living with another woman out of marriage is even worse! Sujeet pushed her away and she fell on her back on a table near the oven. In no time, he had lifted her feet in the air and he shoved his cock into her ass hole He had to hold her feet high to gain access to her butt but he seemed not to have any difficulty. Lydia soon screamed in pain : - No! It hurts! You haven't greased your cock! - A slut like you isn't worth taking any care for her comfort! I won't ever grease my cock any more when I decide to bugger you! It will just help you become more submissive! Now you may scream as loud as you can! Amit won't be back before a quarter of an hour! Sujeet just pushed his cock deeper in Lydia's bowels. She felt as if a white hot rod was pushed inside her ass. She was squirming wildly, trying desperately to break free from the terrible impalement. She was screaming and weeping but Sujeet just pushed forward with no need for her sobs. When the cock head got through her anal sphincter, he sighed in satisfaction and paused for a short time, more for him to gather more strength than for Lydia to adjust to the searing girth of her tormentor! Sujeet pulled back completely : he had enjoyed the penetration and was looking forward for a second experience: Lydia braced for another ordeal but Sujeet was disappointed : his cock slid into the passage with nearly no pain. Lydia just sighed in discomfort as his crotch collided against her buttocks : he was impaled to the hilt into her bottom! Sujeet hid his disappointment by fucking Lydia as hard as he could. Her submissive side had taken over and she was starting to enjoy the moment. She could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter every second... He pulled out of her ass and plunged back into her with renewed energy. Gradually, he worked it faster and faster into her ass. - Your ass is still so tight, Lydia! I would love if Amit could watch you sliding your tight pussy around my big pole Her ass was now fully stretched out and the pain had fully disappeared. He could now sink into her completely freely. Nonetheless each time her ass collided with his groin, she gasped thinking he was about to split her in half but a second later, she always moaned in ecstasy : it felt just so good to feel filled up to capacity! Any woman should discover that feeling at least once in her life! Just she would surely try to retrieve the same feelings with the same man, to no avail, then with more and more richly endowed partners! That was the basis of the trade for a pimp like him : fuck a pretty girl and kindle the fire in her belly until she is as hot as embers! Then you can pass her from hands to hands and harvest the cash! Sujeet then would lose sooner or later any interest for the girl and would just sell her out... A much cuckolded husband had recently given Sujeet two million dollars for his abducted wife. He was probably looking for some ghastly revenge but Sujeet had delivered the girl to her husband without a qualm! It was no more his problem! Other girls without wealthy connections were also often sold to brothels or Arabian harems not to be seen ever again! Girls were an easily replaceable commodity for Sujeet! Pretty, innocent looking girls like Lydia fetched the best prices! Sujeet bent further down to suck on Lydia's nipples and occasionally kissed her luscious mouth as he slid in and out of her ass. Each time, he impaled her fully, she moaned as a wave of pleasure rocked her body. After a few minutes, he placed his thumb on her clit to increase the stimulation... Lydia had a mind boggling climax while dancing around his cock. She was afraid Amit could hear her and she covered her mouth with her hand when the strongest orgasm hit her... She needed a couple of minutes to catch back her breath before she retrieved the urge for other pleasures. This time, Sujeet stayed absolutely still, letting Lydia do all the work! She rode Sujeet up and down with fast and urgent strokes for all he was worth. She pressed him with her pussy muscles. Sujeet seemed to really enjoy her nut cracker pussy... He soon groaned he was about to cum, telling her to brace herself for a major storm! She increased the gyration of her hips and the humping of her buttocks to give him as much pleasure as she could. She considered it as her girly duty! - Ready to receive my cum shower, Lydia? You'll feel it's so much better than anything my undeserving father can do! Fuck! Here it comes, slut! I would have preferred cumming deep up your tight Dalit girl's pussy and impregnate your eggs! Sujeet grabbed Lydia's waist hard while he emptied himself in her ass. She could feel his last thrusts into her? His cock throbbed repeatedly as he erupted load after load of his hot seed deep up inside of her. He finally sighed deeply as he shot the last jets into her ass. When he had finished, Lydia was afraid Amit could arrive any time. She slowly lifted her hips to slide him out of her ass. She grabbed a napkin and hastily wiped out the cum oozing from her well used ass hole. She pushed it with a finger into her back passage to secure it there! She had certainly not time to take a dip in the river! She was finishing rearranging her saree on her body when she heard Amit opening the door... Sujeet looked quite calm : Amit would have no reasons to get suspicious! Lydia Ch. 06 I woke up with a raging hard-on and with a dull ache in my balls. It had been less than two days since I'd last come, and I'd gone that entire week in the chastity belt before without any pain, but I hadn't spent an entire day being teased by Jen and Lydia then, either. Lydia's panties were still over my face, and I could do nothing but lie there, not sure what time it was, if it was the middle of the night or the morning, or when Lydia would come to get me. Worse, other than the three promised orgasms -- by ass, mouth, and pussy -- I had no idea what she had planned for me today. I drifted in and out of sleep, trying to avoid the opposing thoughts of how hard and horny I was and how badly I had to pee, until I was startled fully awake by the door opening. "Good morning, Pet," I heard Lydia say cheerfully. She walked over to me, sitting next to me. "Did you sleep well?" "Yes, Maitresse." It wasn't a lie; once I'd gotten to sleep, even the panties over my face and my wrists tied to the bed hadn't overcome my exhaustion. "Well, let's get you ready for the day." She pulled the panties off my head, and I saw that she was wearing the same terrycloth robe she'd had on last night. Her face was clean, and even without makeup, she was sexy. She untied me, attached a leash to my collar, and led me out of the room. I hadn't seen the rest of the house last night -- and it was clear that this was a house, not a hotel -- but the large living room was nicely furnished, and had a dining nook between it and the kitchen. She sat me down at the table, attaching my leash to the chair. "How do you take your coffee, Pet?" "Black, Maitresse." She smiled and brought over a mug, as well as a pair of Egg McMuffins. She'd clearly been out of the house already this morning. I was ravenous, and wolfed them down. When I was done, Lydia leaned down behind me and nuzzled my neck. "Now, let's get you cleaned up and ready for the day," she murmured in my ear. She pulled me into the bathroom, where she again tied me to the toilet and left me to do my business. Now that I was able to see, it was much easier than the night before. Once I'd flushed, Lydia came back in and had me brush my teeth, then had me stand in the large bathtub. She attached the leash to the bath faucet and had me remove the teddy. She then had me sit down on a low plastic shower stool (it was barely a foot off the ground), and tied my hands to the side of the stool. I was reminded of what Jen had done to me just yesterday, but unlike Jen, Lydia blindfold me, too. I heard the robe slide off her and hit the floor. My cock, which had been at half-mast, sprang to full attention. "Wow," I could hear the giggle in Lydia's voice. "It looks like even the thought of your Maitresse getting naked turns you on." I didn't know if I was supposed to respond or not, but before I could decide, I heard her step into the shower, and the water started running. The shower head was one of those detachable ones, and she used it to wash me all over, soaping me up. She lingered only briefly on my crotch, making sure not to push me over the edge, and had me stand briefly so she could spray the warm water in my asshole, too. When she was done with me, I heard her start to attend to herself. The thought of her body covered in soapy water was intense, and probably even better in my head than anything I could have seen. When the water turned off, Lydia said, "now, let's see if you've gotten better at paying attention since yesterday. With that, she pulled my head forward, burying my mouth in her pussy. I went to work with gusto, and Lydia was soon moaning, her hand grasping the hair at the back of my head and grinding my face into her crotch. When she came, I barely had a chance to breathe before she yanked the leash forward, and I realized that she'd turned around, pulling my mouth to her asshole. I serviced her, not having any sense of how long I was taking, but as I slid my tongue in and out of her, I finally felt her shudder, and she pulled away. My face felt flushed and nearly bruised from being pulled so hard against her for so long. I felt Lydia wiping my feet dry, and then I smelled the unmistakable smell of nail polish remover. I felt her start to dab at my feet. "Jen did a great job, but today, you're not Jen's bitch, and having that label on you annoys me. You're my Pet." Once my nails were clean, she started applying a new coat. Much to my surprise, she only applied it to my right foot. She then had me stand up, untying the leash, and she died me off and walked me into the living room. Lydia tied my wrists in front of my, had me raise my arms, and quickly secured my arms above my head. She then removed the blindfold. I'd been tied to what appeared to be a plant hanger, although I suspected it was never used as one. I looked down at my feet, and saw that the toes of my right foot were painted gray. Lydia saw me looking at the toes and smiled. She had wrapped herself in an oversized bath towel that hugged her curves wonderfully. "Did you ever read about those handkerchief codes that the folks in the old gay and fetish communities used to use? Well, gray signifies bondage. And wearing the hankie on the right was the way to say that you were the one on the receiving end." "In fact, looking at you," she said, coming up behind me and slowly, delicately, sliding a finger up my hard cock, "I think you might want to try wearing your nails like that all the time. That way, some woman like me might see you on the beach and know that she . . . should . . . control . . . you." She whispered each word in my ear while grasping my cock hard four times. I didn't trust myself to say anything. I wanted to argue, but my hard cock was proof that she wasn't totally wrong, and the very image she'd implanted in my head of a strange woman knowing she could own me was thrilling. "Now, Pet," she said, walking away as if nothing had happened. You made one very important choice yesterday. Now you get one more choice today. What am I going to wear?" I was taken aback. "Um, I'm sorry, Maitresse? You want me to pick out your clothes?" "Oh, no, silly, I don't trust you that much, but I've narrowed things down to two choices. Should I dress as a sexy nurse, or a sexy French maid?" I knew this was another trap, but I also knew it didn't matter. Whichever choice I made would fit into the plans Lydia had for me today. And I knew which one I'd rather see. "A sexy French maid, Maitresse." She smiled. "Excellent choice. Of course, I can't let you see your clothing before I've gotten you dressed." With that, she blindfolded me again. She then followed this with a ball gag, which she strapped around the back of my head. "Now, something I probably should have mentioned: When you picked what I'd wear, you also picked out your own outfit. We're going to be twins! Let me go get the costumes." I heard her rummaging around in another room, and was not surprised at all to learn that there was a twist. When Lydia came back, I heard her toss a pile of stuff on the floor. "Of course, we hardly look alike, so I guess we won't be identical twins. Your costume is a little more . . . elaborate than mine." I shuddered, not even knowing what she might have in mind. She had me lift each leg, and slid a pair of panties onto me. As Lydia pulled them over my crotch, I felt my cock -- now at half-mast -- compress flat against my thigh. The panties were made of spandex, and although they had enough give not to crush my balls, they were very tight. The feel of them aroused me, although my cock was only able to get to about three-quarters mast in them. "Oh, I see you're enjoying this, Pet." I could practically hear the smile in Lydia's voice. She then slipped something else over my legs. She pulled it up my body, and I felt more compression on my legs, and then around my crotch and midsection. As she placed straps over my shoulder, I realized it was some sort of body suit. It ran down to my lower thighs, and all around my stomach and back, but not up to my chest. "Mmm, Pet, this looks so nice on you. I'm sure you've never heard of the Vedette Gisele, but it fits you perfectly." Indeed, I'd never heard of it, but I wasn't in a position to say so. "This is a body shaper, kind of like Spanx, but so much better. Can you feel how it's tight around your middle? That's slimming your waist and pushing the extra weight to your hips and your bosom." As she said this, she flicked my left nipple with her tongue, and I'd have gasped if I could. "And, as a bonus feature, it doesn't exactly cover everything." She patted me on the ass, and I realized that the body shaper was open there. Of course, I was still wearing the panties, but I didn't doubt she'd put me in a pair with a zipper or convenient hole. Lydia reached around me and lightly rubbed my cock. Even through two layers of fabric, her touch was electrifying. "You know, as long as I keep you blindfolded, I can always bring some friends over." Her mouth was at my neck, her breath hitting me right below the collar Jen had placed on me. "And you'd never know. You'd meet a girl in class next year, and you'd wonder if her name was really 'Cindy,' or if you should call her 'Maitresse,' too. Just to play it safe, Pet, no matter what you call someone out loud, you should probably think of every woman as 'Maitresse.' You'd like that, wouldn't you?" My cock was rock solid right now, stretching at the binding fabric. If I could talk, I could try to say it was her touch or her breath causing the reaction, but I knew my cock was betraying me. At that moment, I'd probably have agreed to anything. I nodded. "Good." Maitresse -- yes, she was right, dammit -- pulled back. "Let's finish getting you dressed." She'd shifted from sultry to chipper again, and I felt her fiddling at the back of my head. She removed the gag, and I enjoyed what I knew was likely a short respite. She followed this by climbing a chair and pulling my hands off the hook. "Now, Pet, you need to make a choice. You can wear the items I've got lying out for you, or you can choose Door #2. And no, I won't tell you which choice is better." I wanted to say that I doubted it would matter, or to ask for more information, but I knew better. "I'll take what you've already laid out, Maitresse." "Good choice. But first, I need to take care of your makeup" She walked me over to an armchair, a slow process, since the body shaper constricted the top of my legs like a tight minidress. I was soon strapped in though. She even attached my collar to a hook on the chair itself, immobilizing my head. Maitresse straddled me, her weight against my encased cock so wonderful, but just not quite rubbing me enough to get off. "Now it's time to make you up. Hold still." She removed the blindfold and started to get to work. I did my best to not concentrate on the pressure on my cock, but I wasn't able to follow everything she did, other than knowing that she again spent time on my eyes, lips, and face with assorted liquids and powders. When she was done, she leaned in and gave me another amazing kiss. Even with my cock so restricted, the kiss and her pressure were nearly enough to make me explode, but she pulled back and stood up before my body could give in. "I've long believed that kissing is the best way to test to make sure your lipstick won't get messed up. Looks like we're good!" With that, Lydia produced the black ball gag and soon enough had me gagged and blindfolded. She then went to work on my fingernails. I felt her trimming and filing, which was followed by removing my previous polish and putting yet another coat of polish on me. This was followed by Maitresse rolling stockings up my leg. They felt heavy, and ended at my thighs, well below the body shaper. As she was giving the polish time to dry, Lydia wiped something -- an alcoholic wipe, from the smell -- over my chest, and then I felt her put what felt like pieces of tape on me. She followed this by pressing something against my chest. I felt a slight pinch over my nipple, and when she let go, it felt as if a three or four-pound weight was attached to me. Lydia repeated the action on the right side of my chest. "Don't worry, Pet," Maitresse purred from behind me, once again brushing my neck with her breath. "These are just temporary breast forms. And I promise you that they're lighter than what most of us have to put up with every day. Oh, and these have one extra feature that I'll demonstrate later." She was all business after that, quickly untying me and walking me back over to the planter. Once I was secured, she removed my collar, much to my surprise. "Don't worry, Pet. You'll get a better one." I felt Lydia wrap something around my body, starting at my knees and running up to my waist. As she started to zip it, I felt it pull tight, restricting my legs even more than the body shaper had. As it tightened against my buttocks, I felt something cold and just a touch sticky against me. I realized that it was probably a latex or PVC skirt, and my cock attempted to stiffen even more, a losing battle now that there was an extra layer of restrictive clothing. Maitresse tightened something around my bosom, an odd feeling as it was the breast forms and not the latex against me. I realized that it was a full-coverage top as I felt the pvc collar wrapped around my neck. I heard a click as Lydia locked the collar into place, and my cock twitched at the thought of having no way out of the suit. But Lydia wasn't done. She pulled my right arm free and had me hold it behind my back, pointing down. I felt her slide a rubber sleeve onto my hand, and then run it up my arm. It ended nearly at my shoulder. She repeated the process with my other arm, and even as she was tightening the sleeve, I realized that my first arm was nearly immobilized! When I pulled, I felt a tug on the left side of my chest, and it was clear that the glove attached to the front of the blouse. After Maitresse finished with my left arm, she placed my hands together interlocking, and I felt her snap my wrists together and then place cuffs at my elbows. As a final indignity, she wrapped tape around my hands, sealing me completely. I had never imagined being so tightly bound, but my Maitresse wasn't done with me yet. She lifted my right foot and slid a shoe onto it. Much to my shock, it wasn't terrible. The heel was maybe an inch or two, and not spiked, and there was no platform at all. It occurred to me that she'd put me in "normal" maid shoes even as she put me in such an extreme outfit. "Now it's time for me to get dressed. Don't go anywhere, Pet." I'd have loved to sit down, but I didn't trust myself to find the chair. So I waited, doing my best not to fall. I have no idea how long I was there, but eventually, I heard Maitresse's heels clacking across the floor. She walked up behind me, and I could tell she was in heels from how her lips now brushed my ear instead of my neck. "While I was getting dressed, I took the recording I made of the last twenty minutes and uploaded it. Did I forget to mention I was recording it, Pet?" With the gag, an answer would have been pointless even if the question wasn't rhetorical. "I sent it to Jen. Of course, maybe I'll also see about selling it to a fetish site. I'm sure a tape of a man being restrained and feminized would make me some extra cash. And then you'd never know who'd seen in. You wouldn't just have to worry about my friends. Any woman you meet might walk up to you and call you Pet, and you'd kneel for them, wouldn't you?" As she talked, she squeezed my cock through the rubber, and she could have no doubt that I was turned on, even as my mind said I should be horrified. "Of course," Maitresse continued, "some women in England just call people 'pet' like we use 'sweetie.' That could be really embarrassing for you." She hadn't let go of my cock, and felt my twitch at the new humiliating fantasy. I realized that by this point, I'd stopped thinking of her as "Lydia" at all. She was "Maitresse," and if she brought Jen to me, she'd be "Goddess." I wasn't sure how I felt about that. "Oh, one last thing." For a brief second, I pictured Maitresse as Steve Jobs, but that was an image that wouldn't take. I felt her slide what felt like a swimming cap onto my head, followed by something heavier. As I felt the hair hit my neck above the collar, I realized she'd placed me in a wig! I didn't have much time to worry about that, because she soon removed my blindfold, and she was stunning! Her face was minimally made-up, but the bright red lipstick highlighted her smile. Every other time I'd seen her wear lipstick, it was something more domineering, from the harsh red she'd worn the night -- just two nights ago -- she took me in the ass to the purple she'd worn yesterday. This was almost flirty, but by this point, she knew she had me in her control. She had some minimal green eyeshadow, and that was about it. But her french maid costume was amazing. It was essentially a negligee with benefits, a black bustier leading to a short black skirt with a small apron on it. She wore black stockings attached to a garter belt, and four-inch black heels. I suspected she was a lot more used to heels than I was. She reached up and removed by gag. "Does my Pet like what he sees?" "Very much so, Maitresse." She grinned. "Good. does this look familiar?" I looked at the outfit, but in all honestly, while it was hot, I couldn't place it. She sighed dramatically. "See, Pet, this is why women get so frustrated when they dress up for boys. While Jen was busy with you, I took a peek at your computer. You've browsed literally thousands of porn sites, and this was one of the French maid outfits you had. So you picked it out. And you picked out the one you're wearing, too." A feeling of either anticipation or dread that I'd been having solidified. Ever since Maitresse had zipped me up, I'd remembered the fetish maid outfit I'd seen the other week. Of course, it was on a woman when I saw it, and I'd never dreamed I'd be wearing it. Sure enough, though, as she turned me around to the mirror, I saw that I was encased in black rubber, from my stockings to my collar, with a large frilly white apron over the shiny black maid uniform. My now-ample bosom stretched against the material, and my arms behind my back helped stick my chest out even more. The rubber and body shaper kept my cock hidden, even as it strained against the material. The original uniform had been a one-piece affair instead of a two-piece one, but I suspect that pointing that out wasn't in my best interest. The mirror didn't go high enough to show my face, but Maitresse brought over a hand mirror. In contrast to the harsh outfit, I'd been placed in some of the trampiest makeup yet. This time, she'd put me in a bright pink lipstick with a ton of gloss. It looked wet, but I knew that was just an effect. Instead of the green and blue eyeshadow, she'd started with a dark layer, and then used a sharp silver over it. She'd also shadowed under my eyes. I thought of Taylor Momsen, and then realized that I'd been (unwillingly) dressing as trashy as her over the last few days. Along with everything else, I now had a minor cascade of brown curls coming from my head, too. "The model in your picture wasn't wearing makeup. At least, not that I could see, right, Pet?" Her voice had an edge to it, and I suspected I knew why. Of course, the only reason I'd even started browsing bondage sites was because of the damned chastity belt, which led me to search for any way out (although I'd be lying if I said the pictures didn't intrigue me). But I wasn't about to say that. "Um, no, Maitresse." "Because she was wearing a latex mask. Fortunately for you, I don't want to cover up your gorgeous face. At least, not all of it. So open wide." Lydia Ch. 06 I did so, and she shoved a penis gag into my mouth. It was definitely bigger than either of the other two I'd been exposed to, wide enough to really fill my mouth, and deep enough go to the back of my tongue. She smiled. "If only you could see how pretty your lips look around that. She then took a picture with her phone, her grin turning wicked. "Maybe someday, you'll get the chance." Maitresse walked me over to stand in front of the armchair. She placed an ottoman in front of it and pushed me forward onto it, so that I was resting on my stomach on it, my head sticking over one side facing the chair and my ass pointing in the air over the other. "Now, before you get to cleaning, this whole process has made me horny, so I'm going to use you again." She sat on the chair and attached a dildo to the front of the gag, and from what I could see, it was huge, at least eight inches long and very thick. Maitresse grinned as my eyes widened. "I can handle a lot, you know. But you still haven't earned the right to see my pussy again." With that, she learned forward and blindfolded me. I then felt her take my head forward and slide the dildo into her pussy. She slid it all the way in, and I felt the sides of my face against her thighs. She wrapped a knee around my head, grabbed my wig in a hand, and started pumping at me. I was, for all intents and purposes, an inanimate sex toy. As Maitresse pulled me into her, I heard her groans slowly get louder, but she soon had her thighs scissored around my ears, and my sense of hearing was as lost as my sense of sight. All I could do was feel myself pulled and pushed, and feel her thighs quiver when she came. Each time she pulled me against her, it pressed the gag a little bit, effectively making me suck it. She kept pulling me through at least two more orgasms, and I didn't have any doubt that it was my predicament as much as the huge dildo that was turning her on. When she finally relaxed and let go, I didn't even think about trying to stand. I just collapsed on the ottoman and attempted to take advantage of a few minutes of rest while Maitresse got her breath back. A few minutes went by, and I felt her shift and stand. She removed my blindfold and the dildo attachment (still leaving me gagged, alas) and had me stand, something that was a lot harder than I'd realized with my arms bound as they were. "Now, Pet, obviously I'm not going to spend time cleaning. It's my job to supervise." She took my arm and walked me over to the dinner table, a solid wooden rectangle with a duster sitting on it. "Let's start with something simple, like dusting this table." Of course, I couldn't do anything with my arms behind my back. Even if I'd tried to turn around and dust blindly, my hands were taped together, and I couldn't grasp anything. I did my best to convey my problem to Maitresse with my eyes, and she finally gave up the pretense. "Oh, how silly. Here, let me help." With that, she took the duster and attached it to my gag! I hadn't looked that closely at it, and hadn't seen that it had a handle that was designed to be screwed into something. It wasn't too heavy, so I got to work. As I worked my way around the table, I saw Maitresse filming me with her cell phone. The thought of yet another humiliation being recorded and shared with people like Jen made my cock twitch against its restraints. Although the table wasn't dusty at all, just making the motions of dusting took longer than I'd expected between the heels and my arm bondage; between the tight rubber and the body shaper, bending was not that easy, either. Maitresse called out "helpful" suggestions, pointing me to spots I'd missed while filming; I didn't doubt that she was really just making sure she caught me from every angle. After that, she had me walk over to the blinds by the window, where I once again slowly dusted my way from top to bottom. When I was on my knees getting the lowest blinds, Maitresse again "helped," this time placing her heel on the back of my head and guiding me. When I had dusted to Maitresse's satisfaction, she walked me to the bedroom again and had me stand in front of the bed facing away from it. She cuffed my ankles to the bed while she was away. When she returned, she removed my gag, then knelt down next to me and started slowly peeling away the rubber skirt. Once she'd removed it, I realized that it was probably the least restrictive thing I was wearing; the body shaper and arm gear were much more uncomfortable, to say nothing of the fake breasts. She knelt on the bed and reached around from behind me to show me my cell phone. "I just wanted to show you the new background image I've put on your phone! Isn't it great?" It was a picture of me dusting the blinds, with Maitresse's black heel on the back of my head. She placed her other hand over my cock as she showed it to me, and I didn't doubt she felt it twitch. I knew that no one would know who was in that picture, but there were plenty of pictures in which I wasn't so lucky. "Well, Pet?" I realized that she'd asked me a question. "Yes, Maitresse! It's a great picture," I said. "Mmm, I can tell you mean it," she said, stroking me through the bodyshaper. With only one layer, my cock was still trapped, but I could feel her fingers a lot better. "So, Pet, do you remember my promise to you about making you orgasm today?" "Yes, Maitresse, I do." I tried not to sound too eager. "I think you might have earned one of them." With that, she started to peel off the body shaper. It took a reasonably long time, as she left the binder and top on me, but soon enough, my crotch was naked, my cock sticking out and ready to go off right above the black rubber stockings. Maitresse sat me on the bed, and I felt her attach something to my arm binder, and as she attached it to the bottom of the headboard, my arms were pulled back. She then attached the collar to the binder, pulling my neck back so that I was forced to look upwards. I couldn't hide my grunt of pain as she pulled the collar against my neck and I choked a bit. She knelt on the bed behind me. "You know, Pet, some guys get turned on when they have their breath taken away. But since you were already hard, I can't tell if you're one of them." She giggled as she got off the bed. I was now sitting on the bed, my ankles attached below, my neck and arms secured behind me. Latex still encased my upper body and my legs, adding to my sense of total restriction. She knelt in front of me, and then quickly repeated what she'd done last night, taking one good long suck on my cock. "Does that feel good, Pet?" "Yes, Maitresse, it does." I certainly wasn't lying! "There's something every boy I've ever asked has said makes blowjobs even sexier. It's being able to see my lips around their cock, and my eyes as I look up at them. Does that sound sexy, Pet?" As she spoke, her breath tickled my cock, putting me so close to the edge. "Yes, Maitresse," I groaned. "Well, tough. Sex isn't about pleasing you. Guys can come under any circumstances, and you're going to come without seeing me. It's so much more fun this way. I get to control everything, and maybe even surprise you." With that, she went down on me all the way, and slowly pulled upward. I was doing my best to hang on and prolong the experience, but I knew that I wouldn't last long. As she slowly pulled her mouth up my cock, I felt myself getting ready to burst, but barely managed to retain control. But as Maitresse's mouth reached the tip of my cock, I felt her slide a hand under my butt, and before I realized what she was doing, she slid a well-lubed finger into my asshole! Between the shock, the pressure on my prostate, and her lips on the tip of my cock, I immediately started spurting, but Maitresse pulled her mouth off and removed her finger immediately. I spurted a few times, but instead of the earthshaking orgasm I'd expected, I found myself barely satisfied, having come almost without orgasming at all. All I wanted to do was either collapse on the bed groaning, but I was immobilized. As I recovered from the worst orgasm of my life, I felt Maitresse slip something cold and metallic over my half-flaccid penis. As she locked a ring around my balls, I knew it was another chastity device, although the metal indicated it was different than my previous cage. Before I could wonder too much about it, Maitresse was on the bed and smiling down at me, and then she leaned down and kissed me. Although I didn't think I'd come that much, she'd clearly caught a lot in her mouth, and just as she'd done the first time she caged me, she pushed my come into my mouth as we kissed. I felt my cock twitch a bit in response, as it grew to the barriers of its cage. She pulled back and detached the collar from the rope, finally allowing my neck to move. I looked down and saw that my new cock cage was a series of metal rings. It allowed me to get mostly hard, but I could see that there'd be no way to get fully erect, or to get enough stimulation through the rings to orgasm. "I know, it seems a bit silly, but since you've already come by mouth and ass today, I wanted to make sure you enjoy your last one." Wait a minute! I wanted to argue that she'd promised me separate orgasms, but I knew it wasn't worth fighting that battle. I wasn't exactly in a position to argue. Maitresse then put a gag in my mouth. This was a softer ball gag than before, made out of leather, but it still filled my mouth. She then took a pair of full-cut black panties out. "I slept in these last night." She pulled them over my face, settling my nose right into the ass of the panties. The cut of the legs actually meant that I could still see a little bit, but as soon as Maitresse realized that, she wrapped a blindfold around my eyes. The panties allowed enough air for me to breath, but every breath, of course, was filled with Maitresse's smell. She got off the bed and quickly gave my cock a quick lick, her tongue darting between the metal. My cock strained against the rings. "I've got to run an errand. Don't go anywhere, Pet!" At that point, if I hadn't been gagged, I'm not sure any fear of punishment would have stopped me from criticizing Maitresse's sense of humor. Maitresse might only have been gone for ten minutes, but it felt like an hour. When she returned, she untied my feet and walked me into the bathroom, where she sat me down and finally allowed me some relief. Afterwards, she walked me back out to the living room and sat me down on what felt like a soft bench, like a weight bench or a doctor's table. After securing my hands to a hook behind me, she pulled off my shoes and slid the stockings off my legs. I was relieved to get the sweltering rubber off my legs. Before I could get too comfortable, though, Maitresse started rolling another pair of stockings up my legs. I almost giggled at the fact that I was relieved that these were "only" regular stockings. They were clearly thigh-highs that could stay up on their own. After she slipped shoes on me, she released the hook at my arms and had me stand. I stumbled, realizing that she'd put me in different heels! They weren't the worst I'd worn -- the ones Jen had put me in were definitely worse -- but not being able to see didn't help. "Sorry, Pet," she said, without a hint of contrition. Maitresse cuffed my feet to the legs of the bench, and she then removed my arms and top from their constraints. I hadn't even realized how cramped my muscles had gotten until I was finally free, but it felt so good! Of course, I still had the breast forms glued to me, but it still felt like freedom. Of course, it didn't last, although once again it was better, comparatively, than before. Maitresse started by sliding elbow-length gloves up my arms, and then slid a dress over me. The latter stopped at mid-thigh. She attached a collar that felt like the one Jen had put me in the day before. After she was done, she walked around me, and I heard the click of her camera. More souvenirs. "Don't worry, sweetie. I just want you to see how wonderful you look," she said, as she sat me down and secured my collar to the bench. She then pulled my arms down by my sides and cuffed them beneath the bench. Maitresse then rolled the panties up just enough to get to my mouth, where she removed my gag. "Now, can you guess how you're dressed?" I couldn't. Stockings and a dress could mean anything. "Remember the choice I gave you earlier? I decided that it was time to play "nurse," and this is another one I found in your stash. Remember it? You marked it as a favorite on Imagefap." And I did. This one had red gloves, white stockings, a low-cut short dress, and red heels. Of course, I'd pictured it on a stacked redhead, not myself. "In case you're wondering, I'm not wearing a nurse outfit myself. I mean, if you're blindfolded, it really doesn't matter does it?" "No, Maitresse," I said. I at least half-meant it. "I mean," she said, kneeling behind me so that her mouth was at my neck, right above the collar, "it's not like you wouldn't find me attractive if I was just wearing mom jeans and a sweatshirt, right?" She nibbled my neck as she asked. "Right, Maitresse," I said, meaning it a lot more this time. "And," she said, her mouth now at my ear, "the thing you really crave is being controlled, right?" "Right, Maitresse," I repeated, my breath coming hard as she nibbled at my earlobe. "That's a good Pet. If a woman wants to dress up for herself, that's great, but for you, they just need to let you know they're charge, and you're theirs." "Yes, Maitresse." "That wasn't a question, Pet." I gulped, realizing my mistake. "I'm sorry, Maitresse!" I knew that wasn't a response to a question either, but an apology seemed warranted. "You'll need to be punished, of course, but I think I might need help." With that, I heard the clack of heels walking towards us. "I think I can take care of that," I heard Jen's voice say. "Now, Anna, have you missed me?" "Yes, Goddess." In truth, I had barely thought about her thanks to Lydia, but I knew the right answer to give. And given how my cock twitched when she called me by the name she'd assigned me, I realized that Lydia was right about my desire for control, at least as far as these two ladies were concerned. "Like your Maitresse said, you should be punished, and I'm happy to help." I heard Jen's steps walk past me, and as her voice moved above my head, I realized she was standing right over me. "Open your mouth, Anna." As I did, she settled her pussy onto me, and I ate away. After I brought her to orgasm, she stood up. "That was fun to watch, but not really a punishment," I heard Maitresse say. "Oh, I know," Goddess's voice replied. I hadn't quite gotten to think of her only as "Goddess," but I was getting there. "That was just for my own pleasure." With that, she settled down again, and I realized that she'd reversed herself, putting her clit at a different angle than before. I ate away at first as before, but then the nature of the punishment became clear, as my Goddess leaned backwards, putting her ass right on my panty-covered nose. With my mouth filled by her pussy, I was rapidly running out of breath, and only the occasional shift allowed me to breathe. Jen/Goddess rode me this way to two more orgasms, only barely letting me get enough air to get through satisfying her. When she stood up, I gasped, getting air while I could. Even as Goddess slid off, Maitresse slid onto my face, sitting on my open mouth with what felt like cotton panties. She ordered me to lick her through them, and as I did, Goddess slid my dress up and sat -- still naked as far as I could tell -- on my encaged cock. I'd been rock hard against my restraints already, and the feel of her warmth so near me was amazing. I almost wished that Maitresse had sat turned around, as the image of her and Goddess sitting on me in a perfect position to make out was so damned arousing, but in this position, at least, I could breathe. As I brought Maitresse to orgasm, I felt something wet on my cock. It took me a second to realize that Goddess was writing something on me, either with lip liner or nail polish. "Since your Maitresse already did your makeup and nails, Anna, I'm going to have fun decorating your body." She clearly was painting the tip of my cock, and the sensation was nearly enough to cause me to burst in spite of my restraints. Even as she said this, Maitresse, arched back, and I soon felt her thighs shudder. I thought she was orgasming again, but after a second, I felt her panties go from damp to soaked, and realized that she'd peed in them. The fabric prevented it from being a fast stream, but with her pussy pushing them into my mouth, the soaked panties soon started dripping into me quickly. Once she'd finished peeing, Maitresse leaned forward, pushing her stomach against my nose. The message was clear -- swallow as quickly as possible. I did so while I still had some breath left. Even as I did so, I felt Goddess switch to writing on my stomach and thighs. Eventually, both of my captors stood up. "You should get that horrible taste out of my pussy, Pet," Maitresse said, sitting down on me naked this time. The remnants of urine weren't nearly as overpowering as when she'd peed through the panties, and by the end, it was just "normal" pussy licking. As I worked away at Maitresse, Goddess fumbled at my cock, and I realized that she'd released the rings! My cock sprang out hard, but neither of them gave it any attention, alas. Eventually, Maitresse slid off. For a second, all I could do was breathe and try to figure out what was coming next. "That was good, Pet. Do you think you've earned your orgasm, now?" "Only if you think so, Maitresse," I said. "Good answer. You haven't yet, but you're on your way." With that, I felt flesh against my face again, and soon had my tongue buried in one of their assholes. They traded shifts, and one of them even rotated in the middle, setting her pussy against the panties of my nose and once again playing with my breath as I tongued away. After whichever of them was on me finally got off (in all senses), I heard Maitresse say, "I don't know how well you've paid attention, Pet, but you've been hard this entire time. You really are meant to be controlled." With that, I felt something warm slide over my cock, and I felt the wonderful sensation of a woman sliding into me. She slid up and down me once, then simply slid down, engulfing my cock but not moving at all. I whimpered, and Goddess's voice was soon in my ear. "There's just one more thing you need to do. We've got a very firm policy on coming inside a woman's pussy. If you come in her, you're acknowledging that you belong to her, for as long as she likes. Can you handle that?" I hesitated. I was turned on as anything, and could barely think straight between my limited breath and the fact that I'd had one half-orgasm in two days even as I was teased mercilessly. "There's no trick here, sweetie," Maitresse's voice came from near my legs. "If you say yes, you get the amazing orgasm I promised you. You've already agreed that you're any woman's property. This is just agreeing to one specific one, that's all." I swallowed. At this point, getting that orgasm was all that mattered. "Yes, I agree." "Be a little more specific," Goddess said. "Tell us that you'd do anything she asks if you get to come. Promise to eat your come out of her pussy afterwards to seal the deal." The vagina around my cock contracted just enough to remind me how on edge I was. "I swear I'll be yours forever, and do whatever you want me to do. If you let me come in you, I'll gladly eat you out to show you that I'm yours!" I practically screamed in frustration over my need to come. "Oh, that's good," Maitresse said. Lydia Ch. 06 With that, I felt that wonderful, incredible feeling of being fucked. My cock was practically over-sensitive by this point, and it took me longer to relax and come than I'd expected, but after a couple of minutes of being ridden, I finally, explosively came. I shuddered for what felt like two minutes, and after I was finally spent, I felt Maitresse slide off me, the act of her pulling away even sending aftershocks through my system. I wanted to just breathe, but I felt her slide up to my mouth and I opened up without even thinking. As I began to eat my own come out of her, Maitresse said, "see, I told you that you'd get a real orgasm." In my delirious state, it took me a second to realize that her voice was coming from the side. Even as the realization that whoever I'd just sworn to serve was neither of the two women who'd been controlling me, the blindfold was removed and the panties slid off my head. I was staring at a grinning Leigh, wearing a casually sexy smile as she stared down at me. "Surprised, sweetie?" Leigh asked. I couldn't exactly answer, given my condition. Maitresse appeared over Leigh's shoulder. "We'd all known you were crushing on Leigh months ago. And we'd all realized that we had special needs from our men. Leigh's planned to try to train you later in the year, but when that opportunity presented itself, I figured I'd help out." Leigh looked down sternly at me. "By the way, just because we're talking doesn't mean you get to stop eating me out." She was wearing a reasonably plain denim top, and little makeup, but I realized that what Maitresse had said was right; being controlled was the thing that really attracted me to them. I got back to work. "Lydia and Jen -- and you'll only be using those names in public, of course -- did a great job of training you to be any woman's slave. But when Lydia checked your browser history and saw that you still checked my Facebook profile more than anyone else's, we knew you'd be ready to be my slave." "Of course," Goddess said, "we also had oodles of fun recording you, and Leigh's got every file. But we're not worried about you going back on your word. You're clearly meant to be right where you are." Even as she was talking, I felt her hands at my groin, and realized that my cock was getting placed back in its cage. She handed a key on a chain to Leigh, who put it around her neck, grinning at me and keeping eye contact the entire time. The key disappeared into the shirt, next to her wonderful breasts. As Leigh finished riding my face, the other girls finished getting dressed. "We're going to leave you with some quality time to better get to know each other," Maitresse said. "But here's a couple of pictures you didn't get to see earlier. She showed me her phone, and one picture showed that my fingernails had been painted a light lilac, with the word "slave" written in dark purple on each set. The second showed that Goddess had not only painted the head of my cock bright red, but had written "Leigh's toy" on my stomach, with an arrow pointing towards my crotch. Even as I wanted to be appalled, I felt my cock twitch inside its cage "And to start with," Leigh said, sliding off me, "you'll just be calling me 'Leigh.' Now that you've agreed to be mine, there's no need for any fancy name to prove it. Does that make sense?" "Yes, Leigh." "See? Every time you say it, you're acknowledging my power. As for what I'm going to do with you, " she grinned as she started to untie me," there are so many things I want to try. Of course, you're going to get to know every inch of my body, and I'm going to play with some of the toys that Jen and Lydia already broke in on you." "Lydia also sent me your browser history. You really browsed some interesting bondage sites last week. You've given me a bunch of ideas. I wonder if you even remember everything you visited." I shuddered. I didn't, but had checked a wide variety of sites out. But my cock continued to twitch at the idea. Leigh finished untying me and walked me over to the back of the couch, where she promptly reattached my shoes to the legs of the sofa. She gave me a quick push, and my already-wobbly-on-heels legs caused me to fall forward, sticking my ass in the air. As she knelt in front of me and tied my hands down, Leigh leaned in and gave me a long, deep kiss. Any doubt I had about agreeing was lost. "Now," she said as she pulled back, "suck on this for a while." She stuck a penis gag in my mouth and stood up. "So for starters, I see that you visited some spanking sites. This is going to be so much fun. You've clearly been a very naughty little nurse." I could hear the grin in her voice as she walked around to the back. I wasn't sure how much I'd like everything she was going to do, but I was hers. Lydia Ch. 06 Her mate offered the dupatta to his son and they chatted for a long time with Lydia serving them. She scurried several times to their bedroom to rearrange the bed and put on knickers : she dared not to go to bed with Amit and let him find she was wearing just a napkin shoved deeply in her ass! When they went to bed later, she wondered how she would cope with three very demanding masters who wanted to own and breed her while she wanted to keep her affairs secret! That was her major concern but her dreams were about a roman orgy with her three masters taking her repeatedly with two of them watching her while she was fucked by the last one! Just it was not a nightmare, just a very pleasant dream : Lydia would have no objection servicing the three men one after the other! Lydia had always felt when she had ovulated and that strange feeling touched her when she was preparing their lunch. She whispered to Amit : - Darling, I am quite certain that my eggs are ready to be fertilized... Do you want to knock me up now or wait for this evening? He kissed her back : - I think that we'll wait until we have finished our lunch. We'll have more strength to give you a good time! I intend to really fuck your brains out! - Your wishes are my orders, Master! Lydia removed the plates hastily : she couldn't wait to be fucked silly by her mate. Amit told her he wanted to strip down naked. A nude girl is so much more attractive for a man's eyes! - Just relax, Lydia and let the flow transport you to heaven! It will feel real good for both of us! His eyes caressed her body from her head to her toes but they kept trailing down to her crotch... - God! I always thought you have a helluva nice looking pussy. I can't wait to stretch it wide open around my cock! Amit told Lydia to lie on the bed and lift her legs as high as she could. He crept until he was positioned just between her legs. He placed her heels on his large shoulders and leant forward. She loved to feel his strong body pressed on top of hers. The pressure made her realize how deeply she belonged to him. He grabbed his cock in his hand and reached down to her crotch. He playfully ran the tip of his cock on the whole length of her love lips. They were glistening with her juices and some was already sliding along her crack toward her ass hole. She was dying to be fucked and Amit wouldn't deceive her! He then pressed the head of his cock in tiny circles around her clit and she moaned in ecstasy. He caressed her perineum with his cock and she whispered to him, that she wanted more, much more of him, that she wanted him deep into her pussy. With a big smile on his face, he adjusted his cock, aimed it toward her waiting pussy and bore down. Her lips opened wide to accommodate him and the tip of his prick gradually disappeared between the folds of her cunt. He then applied more pressure against it and she emitted a deep sigh. She was deeply enjoying being owned by her beloved. Sujeet, Sir Nigam, Vikash and any other man she had ever met had dissolved into an indistinct background. She was with her mate and they had decided to make a baby between them, that day! Was there anything more exciting for a couple? She cast her eyes downward to see the large head of his huge cock moving up and down in her pussy. His magnificent prick gradually split her open as he ploughed his access into her body. She was moaning louder and louder but her hacked words just told him to get deeper and faster, that she wanted to be totally his again, and that her eggs waited to be coated with his sperm. He was enjoying this moment : a girl who wasn't so deeply submissive would never use so graphic descriptions of what she expected of their coupling. His first wife had been almost completely mute when he had sired Sujeet and it had left him a sad remembrance. Lydia's breeding would leave him a much brighter recollection! Slowly the head of his big dick passed the corrugations of her pussy lips. The long shaft had less difficulty prying her open. She felt as if he had already entered her by two or three feet. They had already fucked every morning and evening and even occasionally during the night but she felt she was again so tight. He had started spreading her open just as if she had been a virgin again. Slowly, he worked his huge cock into her. One thing was sure : he was longer than Sir Nigam or Sujeet but Amit's son was bigger than him. The three men were able to fill her quite satisfyingly but she had always preferred Amit! He grunted as he pushed his cock always deeper into her until finally he could feel the head banging at last against her cervix. He had bottomed out. Lydia braced herself for the fit of pain and vital energy demonstration she associated with the break through her cervix but it opened with the first solicitation and Amit resumed his progression. - I told you that you would get used accommodating a cock that deep! Enjoy! It's nearly finished and there will be no more pain for you! Finally her bald pussy arrived in contact with Amit's hairy crotch! He was balls deep in her sizzling hot and once tiny pussy! She had taken it all! She felt very, very full, more than she had ever been with any other lover before and she was fully satisfied, proud to have been able to receive every inch from him! Amit pulled out by two or three inches, just out of her cervix then sliding it slowly back in. He slowly increased his speed, letting her adjust to have this big log stretching out her pussy! It felt really heavenly, with just a little discomfort and no pain. Even that discomfort faded slowly out to be replaced by mind boggling pleasure. She had become addicted to being fucked by Amit! As Amit increased his pace, the pleasure grew and grew until she screamed as loud as she could. The neighbours may have heard her... In fact they had certainly but she didn't care : They could listen to her advertising that her mate was shagging her brains out! Amit picked even more out of her pussy, just leaving the head inside her before plunging back with a very short halt when passing past her cervix! His cock was shining under the sun each time it was out in the air before being pushed back into her very soft and very wet sheath... Lydia fiercely gripped Amit's body with her arms and legs as she howled in total rapture. She had never screamed so loud, even with Amit! Was it the perspective of her imminent breeding? Whatever the reason, it had never felt that good! Lydia just thought she had been so wise moving to India : no Canadian logger or European guy could have given her so total pleasure! She was totally unable to focus her eyes, lost in a limbo with just sex, ultimate pleasure and the incessant pounding of Amit's cock in her pussy. She shrugged and closed her eyes to concentrate on the feelings emanating from her pussy. Her clit radiated just as if it was about to explode... Lydia's toes were curled in a desperate grip and she drew blood from Amit's shoulders as she had planted her nails in his back! She would have loved to continue for hours but a human body had its own limits. Her former boyfriends would have finished a long time before. Amit finally told her in a feverish tone : - Brace yourself, luv! I'm getting close. Amit changed his pace once more : he switched to fast, short feverish thrusts. A last, very big climax rocked her body when Amit pushed his cock to the hilt in her pussy. He froze and she could feel his cock throbbing wildly in, her pussy, swelling and pulsing. It twitched even wilder deep inside her. She couldn't really feel anything down there but she imagined his cock, deep in her womb, disgorging gallons of sizzling hot, very potent white cream directly on her eggs! Was impregnation taking place at this very moment or would it require a short delay? Lydia had the firm intention of offering Amit to take her again later in the night, just to ensure the impregnation had occurred! Now she would have nine months to enjoy the recollection of this night! Amit pulled out but placed a pillow under Lydia's ass to prevent his seed from leaking out. There was surprisingly little oozing from her pussy but she understood that her cervix had closed when his cock had vacated her womb and his seed was trapped there. Her only regret was that there was probably just a single egg ready to be inseminated. She would have loved the idea of expecting twins or even quadruplets... Amit wanted a large family. She would have loved to grant his wish immediately... They fell asleep, locked in a tight embrace. Just Lydia had been wrong : they didn't play a repeat performance around midnight but two : one shortly before 1 AM and a last one around 6.30. Lydia's pussy was quite sore then but she straddled Amit's cock and forced him to cum again in her pussy... It was almost a rape if a rather groggy man could be raped by a sex crazy woman! Dalits were too poor to afford a pregnancy test, so they had to wait for the ancestral test : Lydia had to wait for her next scheduled period and she missed that date! Amit was delighted but Lydia was not surprised at all : she knew intimately that a new life was developing in her womb. As he had announced it, Amit stopped any control on his wife : he was travelling repeatedly and keeping an eye on his mate was almost impossible! Sir Nigam was the first to offer Lydia a little job for his company : there was a commercial fair in Mumbai and he offered her to be a hostess there. She would register the coordinates of interested people, distribute flyers about the company and its products. Of course, the hostesses needed to appear high class and speak perfectly Hindi. Lydia was better than that as she spoke fluently English and she could have a discussion in French and in Gujarati (a language spoken in western India). The manager of the exhibition was surprised to find a Dalit girl speaking fluently several languages and able to transcribe what visitors wanted. He even left her alone on the stand during lunch hours. She was just a Dalit and could handle tasks that were disliked by the other employees! Lydia made also great impression on many visitors, wearing her saree like a princess... Sir Nigam spent four days in Mumbai to meet important customers. The manager, Sonu, made very nice comments on Lydia but he was a bit surprised when he offered her to have dinner with him with the firm intention of asking her to spend the night in his bedroom : she declined the offer, telling him she would find it difficult to have dinner with some high caste man. He would have been also dumbfounded if he had known that when she exited the fair for the night, she covered her head with her dupatta and scurried toward the door of Sir Nigam's bedroom. He opened it at the first knock and she would not exit from it until the next morning! There had been a few complaints emanating from nearby bedrooms about the noise from this particular suite but Sir Nigam was so important that nobody dared antagonize him with such petty problems! Sir Nigam always started to strip Lydia naked. He stayed fully clothed to emphasize his natural undisputed superiority. He just freed his Lingam (cock) and ordered Lydia to suck him like a pro. She revelled in her submission, taking the full length of Sir Nigam's cock in her mouth and down her throat. She used all her art to make him cum faster in her mouth. Her enthusiasm was patent with her frantic sucking. She wanted to make Sir Nigam cum the sooner the better! - That is my good young Dalit girl! Suck me even harder! Take my big dick deeper, slut! Lydia obeyed, completely mesmerized by the steady flow of erotic orders! Sir Nigam really knew how to obtain total obedience from a simple lowly Dalit girl like her! He soon started to spray pre cum in her mouth. She sucked him even harder as he fucked her harder too. She finally could feel him squirt in her mouth and she swallowed his cum as if it was the sweetest nectar. When he had emptied himself down her throat, He just changed position and shoved his already hard again cock in her pussy. Sir Nigam was well endowed, marginally less than Amit but quite well, indeed! That was the moment Lydia enjoyed the most! Since her breeding by Amit, she had discovered she had become extremely horny as some pregnant women can be and Amit was not able to satiate her any more! She now needed to be fucked six times a day at least and she was almost sure, she could fuck until she passed out and fuck again as soon as she emerged from her slump! - Yes, Yes!!! Fuck me!!! Don't dare stopping! Fuck me hard!!! Lydia was so hot from her continuous sexual activities that she was now willing to do anything any of her current lovers wanted. Sir Nigam just happened to be the only one available, here in Mumbai! On the previous day, they had walked in the street near the station. They had passed in front of a swimming pool. A man just went out. Sir Nigam had started a discussion with him and Lydia had realized they were speaking of her. The man waved to her, telling her to follow him. He led them toward a building under construction. The man had a key. He entered, followed by sir Nigam and Lydia. The man closed the door behind them and climbed the stairs to the highest floor. The man just sat on a low wall. Sir Nigam pulled Lydia toward him. He just uttered a short peremptory order : - Suck him! Lydia had not even the idea of declining the offer. Her pussy was dripping once more and she wanted a man, this man, Sir Nigam, anyone in fact! She couldn't understand how pregnancy had transformed her into some sort of a nymphomaniac! At the dispensary, she had been told that such a reaction was often transitory! She couldn't wait for things to settle down at last! Lydia knelt down at the feet of the unknown man. She took carefully his balls in her hand and made her tips in a tight ring. She kissed the tip of the man's cock and let his cock slowly slide into her mouth. When the head was rubbing her palate, she started to twirl her tongue around his cock head, exploring all the asperities of the man's cock. When the man was deep in her throat, she turned her eyes toward Sir Nigam. His eyes were bulging, his mouth was gaping and he seemed fascinated by what he saw her doing to that stranger! He was just a few feet from them, trying to catch every detail... Sir Nigam then told her in his commanding tone what he wanted her to do. She took one of the man's balls in her mouth and rolled it very carefully with her tongue then she took the other ball and offered it the same treatment... Her next order was to lick the shaft from the tip to the balls. It was so strange to be ordered to do things she would have done quite naturally from her free will. She found acting as a puppet for sir Nigam extremely exciting. She was just wondering what would happen next... Under Sir Nigam's command, the man knelt behind her and rubbed a finger along her dripping pussy. He transferred her juices to her ass. She immediately understood he was preparing her to be buggered. The man parted her ass cheeks wide and inserted his fingers in her puckered hole. He repeated the action several times until her ass hole was well lubricated. The man then to her complete surprise moved to face her. He spread her ass cheeks wide, exposing her ass hole to the view of Sir Nigam. She wasn't really surprised when she felt Sir Nigam's cock entering her butt hole. She sighed and moaned as he entered her without too much care. Sir Nigam pushed harder and she started to scream really loud. In a sign from Sir Nigam, the unknown man shoved his cock into her mouth, muting completely her screams. She was just a sex toy for the pleasure of her master and they played a long time with her making her cum three or four times in a row. Then they left the building to return to the Taj Mahal hotel. Sir Nigam fucked her again taking her pussy then her ass before finishing in her mouth. She slept naked and hobbled on the carpet. She had never been happier in her life! Lydia Ch. 07 Lydia was presently jobless : the cotton-picking season had ended but she didn't complain : she had been well paid for her job as hostess at the stand of Sir Nigam's company. There had been just a minor problem with the cashier : he had paid just the half of what she had been promised by Sir Nigam and when she had protested, the man had threatened her of prosecution for alleged theft. He had even told one of the security men to beat her as a punishment for harassing company officers. She was just a Dalit girl and he wanted to keep the remainder of her fee in his own pocket. He didn't know that this particular Dalit girl had special connection with the top manager... She was quite aware that she would have to pay a special tribute to Sir Nigam if she contacted him but she was ready for it... She was under Sir Nigam's desk, busy sucking him off while he phoned to the chief accountant. -So you have the receipts attesting the full payment of the service provided by this girl! Ah it has been paid in two installments : rather unusual for a temporary job, don't you think so? And the girl has signed with her name in the first installment and would have pretended she was illiterate for the second one... Don't pull my leg : it is certainly a fraud! I want you and the cashier in my office on Wednesday!... No!... In person! A head will certainly fall! I just want to know whether the axe will fall a second time! Lydia pulled back her head to thank Sir Nigam for his intervention : - No need, lass! I just can't accept criminal offenses in my company! This son of a bitch tried to embezzle your wages but he could have stolen much more important sums on the company's accounts! When you start on this slope, there is no more limits : If you hadn't reported it to me, he could have embezzled millions of US Dollars in a few years and my company would have been put at risk : better cut a finger now than lose a whole arm later! - I see but I just hope he will also pay for having me beaten by the guards! - Retaliation? You keep interesting me, Lydia! A pity you didn't go to University! You could have become one of my top executives! Now what if you returned to your present job? Lydia opened her mouth wide and engulfed again Sir Nigam's cock! It was so long that he went past her tonsils down to her throat. She had had trouble accommodating him into her gullet on their first encounter but he had forced her mouth and she had had the choice between choking to death or getting used to receive such a big intruder. She had finally opted for the second solution! Sir Nigam then stood up and removed his shuridars (tight pants) and pulled down his boxer. He straddled his seat, exposing to her amazed eyes his buttocks. In his customary quiet tone, he described with the crudest words what he exactly wanted her to do... It was a dirty mission but one that suited perfectly her submissive yearnings : Sir Nigam spread his own ass cheeks to offer her a perfect view on his puckered hole... She bent down and licked the rim of his ass hole with her tongue. She had never done anything so dirty! She continued to lick him good and used her hands to play with his balls and massage his cock. Sir Nigam seemed to enjoy tremendously her ministrations as he moaned and groaned in obvious ecstasy. Lydia was really aroused by what she was doing to her Master as she addressed him quite naturally. She could feel the heat increase inside her belly! She pushed her tongue deeper into the acrid hole. Sir Nigam just uttered a new command and she obediently started to lick his perineum from his swollen balls to his ass hole and back... Sir Nigam sighed deeply and suddenly covered her hands with his hot cum. Lydia continued to follow her master's orders : she stood up and placed herself in front of her Master so that he could have a nice view on her and she licked her hands clean like a cat. Sir Nigam was so excited that he spewed a last wad on the floor at her feet. That wasn't specified in Sir Nigam's orders but she just knelt on the floor and licked her master's semen from it with her tongue! Sir Nigam had personally studied her complaints and given his judgment : she could at least show him how glad she was! Sir Nigam continued to play with her tits, her cunt and her ass until his cock was hard again. Lydia then sat down on a couch and opened her arms and legs to receive dutifully her Master. She swooned when he entered her, filling her up. He fucked her hard, wanting to reach his climax as fast as he could : he had some urgent meeting with customers and couldn't spend too much time with her... He left her filled with his semen, soiled but intensely happy! She returned home to prepare dinner for Amit. She was richer than she had been when she had left but she felt guilty for the cashier : he had probably lost his job or he would soon! How could a simple submissive girl deprive a superior man from his job, even if he was a criminal! She promised herself never to repeat the experience : whatever the man had done to her, she shouldn't have denounced him! Amit kissed her immediately on his return and unhooked her choli to free her tits. He played with them until her nipples were quite taut and she was helplessly panting. Then he pushed her against a wall, lifted her saree and her petticoat... Without any other preliminaries, he skewered her to the hilt and started to fuck her pretty hard. She was accustomed to such quickies when he returned from work and she enjoyed it when he used her that way : she felt then that she really belonged to him. When they slowly retrieved their calm, tightly embraced, he told her about one of his friends, Aamir. He was repairing a wall when he had fallen down and had broken a leg. He was encased in plaster from his waist down and couldn't do anything at home. His wife Eesha had to cope with their six children and her temporarily crippled husband. Lydia was idle for the time being, so she proposed her help for the couple : -I could go shopping, prepare food, make the laundry or take care of Aamir. I could also do any menial chores for Eesha! -I think that anything would really help them : they appear to be really in trouble! I will warn them about your arrival, let's say tomorrow morning, around eight in the morning! -It will be perfect, luv! The house of Aamir and Eesha was just two miles from Lydia's home. She was now accustomed walking on much longer distances. Her first reaction when she entered was utter repulsion : the stench was awful, just as if Aamir had not taken a bath for weeks! Eesha noticed her distaste : -We have no running water and the river is rather far : Aamir is too tired after work to get there! -Maybe but he could take a bus or try hitchhiking to the river! Do you want me to clean him with a wet towel! -Wouldn't it be improper for a stranger woman to hand wash a man??? -Personally, I don't care! It would reduce the risks of infection of his wounds and limit the stench! Eesha finally accepted rather reluctantly the offer. Lydia took two buckets and walked to the river, returning with a fifty pounds burden. At least, there was an electric kettle to warm the water. Lydia began by the feet that were in great need of cleaning. Then she turned to the toenails. They had not been trimmed for eons. Some of them were damaged, two were ingrown and all of them were quite dirty. Lydia had never realized how much Amit took care of his body! Then Lydia washed Aamir's legs, hands and arms. She had some difficulties obtaining that he removed his tee shirt. It was so dirty that it kept the same shape when it was thrown on the floor. Lydia threw it unto a bucket of warm water with soap along with his socks and his trousers. They would dry during the night and Aamir would have a much more appealing appearance on the next day. But Aamir adamantly declined to remove his loin cloth : -Only my wife may touch me there! - Don't be stupid! I won't harm you! Just Aamir was completely stubborn! Lydia was rather exhausted when she returned to the kitchen with Eesha : -I have never seen anyone so dirty : how can you live with a pig like him? - Oh, Aamir is so gentle... He has never beaten me! - At least! That would have beaten everything, indeed! -And he is so caring when he fucks me! Most men hereby are really brutal! On the next morning, it was Lydia who opened the windows and aerated the bedroom. The stench was considerably reduced, if still palpable... Lydia cleaned the room and noticed Aamir was following any moves she made but he seemed most interested by her tits and her butt. That gave her an idea. She voluntarily increased the swaying of her hips and bent forward when she was facing him to offer a nice view on her freely hanging breasts. When Aamir's eyes were about to jump out of their sockets, she innocently told him : -Aamir, your wife is away for something urgent. She won't be back before noon! I've noticed you keep ogling at my tits and my bum! If you let me clean you below your waist, I might remove my saree and let you watch freely anything you want! Nobody will know it! Wouldn't you dream of a little romp with me in a clean bed! -With my leg? Are you kidding? -Never! You would stay in your bed and I would just use my hand and my mouth! You would just recline on your bed and let me do all the work! -It's a deal but Eesha must never know! -I am nothing but a lowly Dalit! Why would I tell her? Aamir seemed really interested as he pushed aside the sheet to facilitate her access. Lydia had already prepared some warm water as she knew that few men would resist such a temptation! She cleaned Aamir's groin which badly needed it. Lydia had the surprise of discovering under the grime a nice long cock that swelled nicely under her hand as she dried it... She played with his balls until the cock had reached its ultimate size. She took the most extreme attention not to inflict Aamir any pain. She then bent above him and took his cock in her mouth. He had never been treated so nicely and he started to moan almost immediately. Lydia had to use all her science to maintain him a long time just at the edge while preventing him to cum. She was now an expert in this game, thanks to sir Nigam and Vikash! Aamir finally begged her to let him cum and she let him explode in her mouth when she was sure she couldn't maintain him on this level any more! That was quite far from the normal behavior of a true submissive but Aamir would never complain! She then cleaned again his cock and changed the sheets and his clothes. When Eesha came back from her walk, she had the surprise of discovering that the room had been aerated, that the foul smell had evaporated and that her husband was in a bubbly mood in neat night suit and that the bed sheets had been changed. Lydia had even made the laundry and the immaculate sheets were now drying under the sun. -Lydia! It's a miracle : my house was a mess and Aamir's bedroom was a pigsty and you changed everything! How were you able to do so many tasks so fast? -Quiet, Eesha! I have not even entered your children's bedroom! Do you have any other chores for me to do? -No, Lydia! You have helped me sufficiently by taking good care of my husband : God, you've even shaved his face! Perhaps you could come back another day : you have revived Aamir! You were of great help! Thank you! Lydia came back two days later. Aamir seemed really pleased to see her again. Lydia suggested Eesha that she could go and replenish the old fridge while Lydia took care of her husband. Eesha really enjoyed being able to get out... She left with a beaming smile on her face. Lydia went to chat with Aamir. They were alone in the house. Lydia improvised a Bollywood dance show just for Aamir. When she had finished, nearly out of breath, she considered the injured Dalit : -Do you want another consolation gift like two days ago, Aamir? -For sure, Lydia! Lydia resumed her dancing. Just, this time, she removed, one after the other all her clothes. She wasn't wearing a bra under her choli and her G-string could never have been smaller : just a thin string in the back and on the sides. It completely disappeared between her buttocks and inside her pussy? Aamir seemed to enjoy the show but he had goggled eyes when Lydia offered him to pull down her knickers. He placed his fingers on her hips under the waist string and slowly pulled down. He gasped when her pussy lips parted to let the G string fall down on her heels. When she was totally naked, she leant on Aamir's valid leg and took his cock into her mouth. His wounds prevented her from adding some variety to their love making but Aamir felt happy with what he had... Lydia licked his cock head and sucked his balls in her mouth until he cummed violently : -When your broken leg will be healed, I expect you to give me a good shagging, so that I'll know if you are really good at these games! -None of the girls I fucked ever complained! -A good point for you, Aamir! Just a remark : having you spew your jizzm in my mouth seemed to help you somewhat... -It helped me a lot: I was a useless cripple and you made me feel like a true man at last! -Yes but your wife seems highly depressed too. Maybe I could help her now if you have nothing against it? -I am not in a position to tell you what is wrong or right! I never imagined cheating on my wife but you proved me to be quite wrong! If you think you may offer her some solace, just do it! Lydia pressed her breasts around Aamir's cock. It was the first time he really discovered what was tit fucking... He seemed to enjoy it and asked regularly for it each time Lydia came to visit him later. When he was healed, he initiated Eesha into it. It became soon a very important part in their sexual preliminaries! He just would not tell her where he had learned such tricks! Lydia let Aamir rest. She joined Eesha in the main room when she returned. Aamir's wife had changed her usual work saree for a better one with a few embroideries and she had put on long earrings, a sure sign that her mood was improving. The two women chatted quite amiably : their short acquaintance had made them into friends and they took deep pleasure exchanging together gossips about their neighbors and their mates. Eesha came from a well to do Dalit family from Delhi. That was why she had married Aamir : a true Indian fashion marriage! She had kept a few pictures of the ceremony and she proudly showed them to her new friend. Lydia was a bit jealous as she knew that she would never marry Amit with her low pay! Their innocent chat took a more sensual turn when Eesha talked about her husband's sexual preferences! Lydia wondered whether Eesha was aware of her little bouts with Aamir but Eesha just giggled, certainly not angry against Lydia. At one moment, Eesha placed her hand on Lydia's forearm. She was just pointing out something she felt important but both of them felt a lightning hitting them. They froze instantly, unsure about what they should do... Lydia was the first to extract herself from her trance. She bent forward and dropped a little peck straight on Eesha's lips. Aamir's wife shrugged and grabbed fiercely Lydia. She kissed her back but instead of the chaste little peck, she passionately French kissed her friend. None of them had any lesbian itching or experience : just they shared a common interest in Aamir. Living together for a few days and taking care of the same man had just pushed them together unexpectedly at least from Eesha's point of view. Lydia twirled her tongue into her friend's mouth. The girl reacted by caressing Lydia's breasts from the base to the nipples. She arched her back to offer her tits to Eesha... They soon decided to change positions. Eesha lay on her back on the floor and Lydia was on top with her face on Eesha's pussy. They started to lick the pussy offered just before their mouths and discovered that both of them enjoyed it more than they had ever dreamed! After that short warm up moment, Lydia explained Eesha what was a true sixty-nine... Eesha had just a vague idea about it but she accepted to bend to Lydia's orders to eat each other out. Lydia whirled around and planted her bald pussy on Eesha's face. The Indian girl didn't have time to think twice about it. She swiftly got the knack of it and both girls ate each other in a silence just broken by enamored sighs and moans and occasional words of encouragement! It wasn't very long until Eesha came. She wasn't of the silent type and her climax was quite noisy. The excitement was so intense that Lydia came shortly after without any more stimulation from Eesha. When they had recovered, the two girls decided to go and take a bath in the river. They informed Aamir of their decision and he laughed knowingly : -I heard you had had a good time together and you probably need to refresh somewhat I know where you go to take a bath but a quarter of a mile further, the river bends and departs from the road. There are plenty of bushes and you would be totally alone! The two girls thanked him and left hand in hand. They found the river bending. No one was in view and they decided they were safe there. They stripped one another and went into the river together in the nude, laughing like teenagers. They played with their boobs and pussy and, finally lay down on the bank. Far from feeling refreshed, they felt quite excited... Their first idea was to eat each other. They had discovered that they liked the taste of the other one's pussy. They just missed the presence of their respective mates! They would have enjoyed getting screwed by a big cock after having eaten a pussy or maybe WHILE doing so!! They chose a large patch of thick grass on the bank and lay on it, basking under the sun just screened by the tree leaves. Lydia bent above Eesha and started to lick her nipples. In no time, they were engaged into torrid exchanges. Eesha even pushed her tongue into Lydia's ass and Amit's mate reciprocated by taking full advantage from her very small and delicate hands as she gave her friend the very first fist fucking of her life. It was certainly the day of many first occasions for the two girls...Eesha screamed so loud that she could have been rammed by the biggest cock she could have imagined! At some point, Lydia even advanced the idea they could have swapped partners at some time and Eesha laughed about the idea but didn't reject it altogether. They just decided they would wait for Aamir's total recovery. They exchanged deep love kisses, promising to meet again in a few days and repeat their experiences... Finally their first taste of girl to girl action had been a major success and they would meet again soon to improve their mastering of the art! It was a pledge! Amit was waiting anxiously for Lydia when she arrived late at home. He had feared she had run into Sir Nigam or Vikash...Two days later, Lydia missed again her period : the doubt was no more permitted : she was certainly expecting a baby! Lydia organized a little private party to celebrate with just her and Amir. Lydia encouraged him to use her as completely as he wanted : in a few months, she would be quite hampered by her swelling belly to celebrate so freely! Two days later, Lydia was back at Eesha's home but, this time, she had taken Amit along. The two men had known each other for a long time. Lydia kissed Eesha and Aamir on the cheek like old friends. She took Amit aside and talked to him : -Darling, I have a confession to do to you. You remember that you asked me to come and help Eesha... -Yes, you were out of job and she was overburdened by all the household chores. I thought it would be kind from us... -Yes, luv! We discussed about it and you gave me carte blanche! But I haven't told you about the end result! I scrubbed the floor, cleaned the windows but there was a lingering stench in the house. I finally discovered that Aamir hadn't been able to take a bath for weeks. It was quite impossible with his plaster. So I offered to hand wash him... On the first day, I just cleaned his feet, his legs, his arms, hands and his face. I cut his nails, trimmed his hair and shaved his face... He soon retrieved the appearance of a very attractive man... Lydia Ch. 07 -Yes, he was quite popular with girls before his marriage with Eesha! -I can imagine it but his bed still reeked. I had to fight a little with him but he finally accepted that I cleaned everything he had under his loin cloth. I discovered he hid a very nice looking snake down there. You seem to love when I play with your manhood... Aamir seemed quite depressed, so I offered him the same treatment I offer you every week... -The whole treatment, as you say? -Yes! That is why I told you I needed to confess about it to you! I sucked Aamir's cock and gave him the best blow job I could. It was to make him feel like a man, again. I hope you won't get jealous! Remember just that I love you and only you! -Don't worry, Lydia. I had thought Aamir could enjoy watching you scurrying around him : you are so sexy! I've never imagined you would get really intimate with him! -Does it bother you? -No, not really : when we were young, we visited brothels and whores together and we imagined that we could share our girls, later but we are rather shy like most adult Indian men! We are ready for the most wanton actions in private but we dare not do anything in presence of strangers! -Perhaps, it could be the right moment to grow up! I let Aamir finger fuck me and play with my tits, ass and pussy. I also chatted with Eesha and her husband! They agreed that you should be allowed to play with her, too! -So... You intend to... -Yes! Share you with her, let you enjoy her body at will, with just the provision that Aamir may share me with you when he is healed! In fact, it would be an open marriage limited just to the four of us! He could fuck me whenever he wants and use any of my holes and so you could with Eesha! Look at her large breasts, her wide hips and her slender waist! Wouldn't you love to have both of us in your bed at the same time or watch me fucked by Aamir while Eesha eats me out or I eat her pussy? At least it seems you are enjoying the idea, darling! -Show me a man who wouldn't! -Thus we are lucky that Eesha's children are at school : their room is empty! Aamir, by your leave? -Ok, Lydia, go on and Amit, make Eesha climb to the curtains! She had done anything she could to help me by I have never imagined she would go that far! I am quite sorry not to be able to take a part in this party but, in two or three months, when I have regained all my possibilities, I intend to make both of you, girls cum like Ranis (wives of Rajahs)! Have a good time together! So, everything had been settled and there would be no bad feelings about it! They went to the children's bedroom and pushed aside the beds. Eesha brought two mattresses she covered with a large thick carpet she spread in the center of the room to make it ready to receive two females in heat and a single man rutting for them! The two girls giggled as they removed their garments, taking poses to excite Amit. They both seemed to be really intent on getting maximum pleasure from this unexpected occasion! Lydia lay down on the makeshift bed head to tail with Eesha. She was a bit surprised when a pair of olive balls and a long cock she recognized immediately rubbed against her forehead and plunged toward Eesha's very wet and quite sloppy pussy. Amit rammed his cock into her friend's pussy, ready to score the first goal of that afternoon! It was so exciting to watch, just before her eyes, that impressive manhood, sliding in and out of Eesha's gaping pussy, accompanied by liquid noises and rumblings! Lydia was certainly not the only one excited by the present situation! Amit, soon, cummed violently in Eesha's pussy! He soon pulled out of her and switched his attention to Lydia. His joy rod entered her deeply and her moans of ecstasy soon replaced Eesha's. When he had unloaded deep in her pussy, he pulled out and rested quietly on the side of the bed. The two girls occupied Amit's rest time by playing together. A side interest was doing it just under the eyes of Lydia's lover : watching a live girl-to-girl show was a sure way to revive Amit! He soon stood up and Lydia could feel the mattress move under his weight. He told them that he wanted the two girls to lick his cock at the same time from both sides. They hastily complied, happy to share such a handsome and well endowed guy! Eesha whispered to her friend that Amit's cock was significantly longer than Aamir's. She had had trouble accommodating him but she had finally managed to do it for their mutual satisfaction! Amit had visited zones that had never been explored by Aamir! Just she felt a bit less stretched out with Amit! Perhaps they could find another man who would combine the length of Amit and the girth of Aamir... Lydia thought she might know the perfect candidate : prince Kyrhan! She had not tried him out but she had seen Jodhaa playing with his cock under the conference table in Sir Nigam's offices. He had all the characteristics Eesha wanted plus a natural distinction from his noble origins! If the Prince came back in Uttar Pradesh, Lydia would surely offer her services to Sir Nigam as an escort girl! A cock that big was a fascinating challenge for any woman! But Lydia had still Eesha to satisfy completely. She took Eesha's nipples between thumb and fore finger and pulled at them. She mauled the huge boobs, massaging them just as if she intended to milk them dry. She giggled when she realized that soon she would be able to be really milked. She just hoped she would have enough for the baby AND for Amit who would certainly require his share. He loved to suck her tits at each occasion and he had told her he couldn't wait for her to get in milk! She would be quite eager to offer him that pleasure as one of her friends in Canada had told her that each time she was suckling, she cummed like a bomb whether it was the baby, the father or anyone else sucking her! Cumming so easily three or four times a day, if not more, should be great! Eesha's nipples were now taut and as hard as nails. Lydia used her right hand to play with her friend's cunt lips. They were oozing love juices... Lydia scooped them with her fingers and coated Eesha's swollen clit with her own fluids. Eesha bucked in total rapture, begging Lydia to make her cum at last! Lydia couldn't do less than granting her demand. She had noticed a marble dildo left on a shelf. She grabbed it and planted it in Eesha's pussy. The girl groaned in pleasure and writhed like an eel as Lydia pounded her fuck hole : -Ooohhhh! Yes, Lydia! Fuck me! Fuck me harder with this huge dildo! Fuck my brains out! I am a bitch, a fuck toy for your pleasure! -Then tell me that I can offer your pussy, your mouth or your ass to whoever I want! -Yes! Yes! I belong to you, Lydia! You can do whatever you want with my pussy, my ass, my mouth, my whole body! -Good! I'll take you at your word! Next time you'll come and visit me, I may offer you either to Emit, to Sir Nigam or his secretary and why not the three of them together? Emit is the biggest of them all : he could bugger you quite nicely while Sir Nigam would use your pussy and his secretary would use your mouth! -Oh Yes! I can't wait to have my three holes stretched out at the same time! Amit didn't want for Aamir to feel left over. Eesha shared his concern but didn't know how they could introduce Aamir in their little games. It was Lydia who found a solution, a derivate of what she had done with Eesha's husband during their previous meeting... She stayed stark naked and went on her four between Aamir's legs. She took him in her mouth and sucked him good. She then parted her legs wide, offering Amit and Eesha a direct view on her pussy and her well used anus. They entered in a fierce competition on who would have the honor of making Lydia cum : Eesha wanted to eat Lydia out and Amit wanted to fuck her but none of them had decided whether they intended to use her pussy or her ass that were both available. Aamir finally proposed to play dices for it. Eesha got the right to eat her friend's ass while Amit could use her pussy. Both of them were quite satisfied... Finally it was Eesha who managed to push Lydia over the edge and made her cum magnificently. They hadn't finished with her as Eesha replaced Lydia for sucking her husband. For the rest they decided to alternate the positions : Lydia would eat Eesha's pussy while Amit would bugger her. They soon cummed wildly together. Lydia left soon after with Amit for a much needed sleep. Eesha was sad to find herself again alone with Aamir! She found solace in the hope she would meet again soon her sweet partner! Sir Nigam sent an invitation to Lydia and Eesha that sounded more like a summon : on the next Monday, he wanted them both in their best sarees with red cholis, a white petticoat and high heeled sandals but no undies!. They would earn two thousand rupees each plus a tip of one thousand rupees minimum if Sir Nigam were satisfied... There was an address that was neither his offices nor his house. Probably, he didn't want that his wife knew where he was! Sir Nigam opened the door and let Lydia and Eesha in. There was a wide bed on the far side and a naked woman was sprawled on it. She was heavily pregnant. Sir Nigam waved at her. -Lydia and Eesha, may I present you Nandita. She is – I should say she was- the wife of the cashier who wanted to rob Lydia of half her earnings at Mumbai commercial fair. By the way, his name is Rambir. I discovered he had cheated many of my employees of small sums but globally, he has netted around thirty thousand dollars he has used to make illegal bets on cricket games. I could have fired him and filed a complaint against him and he would have ended up in prison for a few years. He knew it quite well but I preferred to let him brood about his imminent arrest. When he arrived to present his resignation to me, I told him that I proposed him instead a promotion. He was completely dumbfounded but then I told him there would be a hefty price to pay : I wanted him to go home and convince his wife to come willingly to this house. She would stay here for at least a full year and, maybe, much more until she had repaid the fine I imposed him : ten times the amount he had stolen. That makes three hundred thousand dollars. The girl just cast her eyes down and blushed in shame. -To earn that money, she will service my customers or their friends and give them any sexual services they may require. This house will become the recreational centre of my company. Nandita will earn fees for her work : she will be paid the normal fee for prostitutes in India when she deals with Indian people and the fee for a London prostitute for foreigners. I think it's a fair deal! Don't you think so? -But the baby? Nandita must be pregnant by six or seven months! How come? -I have decided that it will be part of Rambir's punishment. He is quite aware that his wife is heavily pregnant with his first son and she is due to deliver him in about ten weeks or so, but I have already arranged for the baby to be adopted away. The father will never see him! -What an awful punishment! -That won't be the end of it! Nandita won't be given any contraceptive treatment when she acts as a whore and she will carry any baby to term as a further humiliation for her but primarily for her husband. He will be informed of his wife's pregnancies. The babies will be either given to barren women ready to pay for them or abandoned in a temple. If I can make a profit on the adoption, it will somewhat reduce the debt of the mother! Of course, I may use Nandita as often as I want for no fee... No condoms and no precautions, for sure then! -Just I don't understand where I fit in this recreational centre! Can you explain what you intend from me? -Simple : Nandita is a married woman. So sex is not a problem for her. Just her husband's cock is no bigger than a boy's. I had to ream her sufficiently to accommodate the biggest cocks and I fear she will be of no more use to her husband when I return her to him in five to ten years from my calculations. In addition, her husband had never introduced his wife to sodomy, fellatio and things as basic as finger and tit fucking. I had to personally complete her education but there is something I can't teach her but you could : it's girl to girl action, the pleasures of Lesbos, saphism if you prefer and you've had a rather complete experience recently, I have been told! -Yes, Master with my dear Eesha! We now meet once every week for advanced training! -Good! I would like you to include Nandita in your lesbian games... Some of my customers are women and other visitors may come with their wives. I would like to offer them Nandita as an experienced pussy licker and lesbian fuck toy! -Why not, it could be fun! By the way, Eesha is waiting for your orders in the entrance hall. If you want, I may go and fetch her, so we may offer you an improvised girl to girl show just for you! -And I may have Nandita watch it? -Better than that : she may even take a central part in the show! Lydia told Nandita to strip naked and she followed suit with Eesha for the sole benefit of Sir Nigam. Lydia lay on the floor with her legs spread out toward Sir Nigam. Lydia worked her butt-hole, clenching and unclenching it and pushing it outwards in a very enticing way, licking her lips in a lewd gesture. Nandita, a bit panicked, was told to lick and kiss Lydia's pouting rose-hole. She couldn't start obeying her orders. Eesha took over and plunged her tongue in as far as she could, covering it with her lips and French-kissing Lydia's bum hole. Lydia's breathing was already ragged. Eesha spread the sexy cotton harvester's buttocks wider to be able to push her tongue deeper into her bowels. She swirled her wet tongue-tip around and about Lydia's puckered, well-used anus. Nandita was then told to give it a good, thorough tongue-bath. This time, she didn't back off. Leaning forward, she licked and nibbled Lydia's very wet and glistening pussy-lips. She thrust her tongue straight into Lydia's wide open cunt, pushing her tongue quite deep into it and wiggling it inside her trainer's pussy. The cunt licker was rewarded with a splash of pungent girl's love juices that she licked with delectation without being told to do so. She stopped her oral stimulation of her new friend's tasty fanny and spread Lydia's ass-cheeks apart again. She then kissed it and licked it until Lydia groaned in pleasure, turning around her voluptuous hips. Whining and moaning, Lydia just dragged her arse away from Nandita's tongue, then thrust it right back directly into Nandita's elegant face. She was certainly enjoying the delightful tonguing of her bottom, but she would have craved even more a good shagging by a long and very hard cock like her husband Amit's! Nandita was slim and strikingly beautiful but she was far from being totally at ease like Eesha or Lydia in presence of men. She knew from experience that, sooner or later, Sir Nigam would be sufficiently excited by their torrid games. He would just push one of the three girls on her back on the ground and would fuck her. Then he would turn to another one and make her dance around his cock! If he felt like it, he would then fuck the third one if he wanted and leave her completely exhausted but he always let the girls make all the work and finished fresh and ready for other feats! It was for him just another way of dominating girls! At this moment, Sir Nigam unfroze suddenly. He picked up Lydia who was together proud and disgusted for having been chosen by the industrialist : she was probably the prettiest of the three girls but his brutal behaviour just repulsed her... He turned her on her belly, clearly intent on using her magnificent ass...Lydia grunted just a little bit as Sir Nigam pressed the tip of his cock into her arse; her sphincter just clamped tightly around Sir Nigam's shaft as it slipped inside her. The man cupped her luscious tits in his hands and proceeded to fuck her as if it was the last thing he would do on Earth. Lydia started panting and moaning but he just increased the pace of his thrusts. Lydia started to scream louder and louder. Sir Nigam slapped her ass, telling her to stay mute : she should feel honoured he had picked her up! Lydia bit her lips and stopped her screams, letting her Master enjoy buggering her in silence but his own groans. He finally froze as he emptied his balls in her bowels. Sir Nigam just pulled out and pushed Lydia away just as if she was a discarded rag doll. He turned toward Nandita, adding for Eesha's benefit to be patient ; her turn would come next but he intended to whip her bottom to get more excited. The two girls froze in fear, Nandita because she was about to be used mercilessly by her Master and Eesha because she had never been whipped by her husband but there was no turning back for her now!!! Lydia Ch. 08 Sir Nigam then invited frequently Lydia and Eesha to the place where Nandita was held captive. It wasn't a true prison, as she would have just to open the unlocked door or one of the unbarred windows to escape. What really kept her there was simple lust : she had come to enjoy sir Nigam's very virile assaults that were so much more rewarding than the putty attempts of her husband Nambir. With sir Nigam and his guests, she had at last discovered how intensely she could climax! She even wondered whether her husband was really a man or some strange sort of a eunuch! As a result, Nandita made any conceivable effort to please Sir Nigam. She, for example, agreed readily to accompany him outside to the Holi festival. For the occasion, Sir Nigam had also invited Lydia. Lydia was then four months pregnant and was really showing. Curiously, it seemed to make Sir Nigam and Lydia hornier and hornier : he was now meeting her twice a week and their encounters lasted often two to three hours. Amit, Lydia's husband, wasn't aware of his wife's current affair with the industrialist! He thought that she just went to Eesha's house. Amit and Aamir had an agreement together : they had decided to share completely their girls and none of them was keeping a roll of the number of times they had been fucked by either of them. They just knew that Aamir or Amit fucked them usually twice a day, morning and evening. Just Sir Nigam was a very convenient addition : he had a car and could come and visit them at noon when neither of their mates was there! Quite often, sir Nigam would pick up both girls and drive them to Nandita's house and play with his playmates until it was time for him to get back to work. Sir Nigam had a rather good staying power and could block his ejaculation, keeping his rigidity for the whole length of their playful games! Then he would open a contest : the girl taking the most lascivious poses or giving him the lewdest show would receive his semen. Lydia won in three on four times! She knew by heart all the Kama Sutra positions and could take even the most complex ones just as if it was children's play. Usually, Sir Nigam's blood would start to boil pretty soon! Lydia wasn't selfish at all : after Sir Nigam's departure, she would teach Nandita and Eesha the position that had excited their master the most and made them rehearse until they were ready to demonstrate it to Aamir or to sir Nigam's next guest. Aamir was so happy with it that he never inquired about where his wife had found that new knowledge! For their walk in the streets, the two girls were wearing a white cotton salwar kameez and Sir Nigam had put on a white dhoti. Holi is the festival of colours with people throwing colourful powders on passers by with just comments such as "Don't be angry : it's Holi!". Every one enjoyed that moment. It was the first Holi festival for Lydia and she kept giggling and laughing in pleasure! She couldn't remember a day when she had been happier! Lydia and Nandita had decided to catch sir Nigam by surprise. Lydia had removed her undies to be ready for anything. Nandita had decided to be more daring publicly while staying somewhat shier underneath : she had cut the lower half of her kameez, leaving just a knee length dress covering her body but she had kept her undies underneath. She could have been a westerner girl visiting India : during such a festival, inebriated men sometimes raped tourist women! Nandita loved to show her body to other men and Lydia had been a playful Canadian student who enjoyed teasing men. Playing Holi would be the ideal moment for both of them. The mere idea of teasing Sir Nigam just sent a shiver of excitation in their loins and their cunts started to ooze love juices into their panties when they had some. In an almost simultaneous gesture, they started to massage their tits and pussy. Nandita was on the edge of a wild orgasm when Lydia told her that Sir Nigam was waiting outside. Lydia was frustrated : she couldn't get her much needed release! She should remember not to hug her lover too closely while playing Holi if she didn't want to lose face before him! The game was to drench him with water and if possible with colour. The problem was that Sir Nigam was ready to reciprocate! He threw a whole bucket of water on Lydia but her tee shirt when wet became entirely transparent! Lydia's nipples started poking from her wet kameez. Lydia then realized her predicament and laughed lewdly. She covered her tits with her chunni (stole) and was soon ready to continue playing even in public view! During their frolicking, Sir Nigam's dhoti had opened and his chest was uncovered. Nandita couldn't miss such an opportunity : she took some coloured powder and ran toward Sir Nigam. She immediately started smearing the powder on his exposed chest with both of her hands. Sir Nigam grabbed her by the waist and drew her to him. Nandita couldn't continue covering his chest with red powder but she threw some powder into his hair. He laughed playfully and plunged his wet hands in yellow powder with which he covered her thighs. His hands were firm on her body and she felt fascinated by his muscles rolling under her hands. Sir Nigam had always great successes with girls when they discovered there were not an ounce of fat on his body : he was exercising every day, swimming, running, climbing... and fucking his secretaries, the wives of his colleagues, sometimes their daughters or those of some of his business associates... just a week before, he had popped the cherry of the youngest daughter of his biggest customer, just a few minutes after she had reached her eighteenth anniversary and the mother of the girl had been there encouraging her daughter to offer herself more completely! He had given a contraceptive pill to the mother, telling her she had the choice between giving the pill to her daughter and taking it herself before he cummed into her pussy... The mother had swallowed the pill without hesitation... Sir Nigam then moved his hands to a higher position and cupped Nandita's ass cheeks over her skirt. He could feel the outline of her knickers. Nandita did not protest his touching her ass, but she started grinding herself into him and she snaked her hand into his t-shirt from the top and started caressing his chest slowly downward. Her intentions were pristine clear : she wanted to assess the stiffness of Sir Nigam's cock! Playing Holi was now a quite secondary activity! She would let him strip her naked, stretch her down on the ground and she would part her thighs willingly for him like some lowly trollop. Just Lydia happened to have different ideas! She had been watching the action with interest. She felt envious of her friend for having seduced so easily Sir Nigam! She took a handful of red powder and inserted her hand from below his t-shirt and smeared it over his lower back. Sir Nigam's cock instantly grew to impressive size. The industrialist grinned salaciously toward Lydia and removed the chunni hiding her still taut nipples : they seemed to be ready to pierce the flimsy fabric. Sir Nigam hugged her closely and Lydia enjoyed rubbing her pert tits against his so virile chest... The water that was soaking his kurta made the contact closer and so much more enjoyable! She loved to caress his body with her tits! Nandita lifted his kurta and helped him out of it. The two girls removed their kameez and Nandita appeared in just her undies while Lydia proved Sir Nigam she had been totally naked underneath! Sir Nigam lost no time to hug Lydia closely. Her naked boobs were now pressed hard against his muscular chest and there was no more any fabric between them! Lydia could also feel Sir Nigam's erect cock poking into her stomach and she enjoyed the sensation, though she was struck with an overwhelming sense of guilt and shame about her husband Amit. She closed her eyes in bliss and stood in his embrace, enjoying the sensation of his hot male body against her soft flesh. She placed her hands behind his neck and hiked herself against him. In no time, she had her ankles locked behind his back and she had lost any contact with the ground. She was quite aware that she was stark naked in his embrace. She offered him her mouth to encourage him to new feats. He shoved his tongue into her mouth before placing his hands under her ass. She was nearly glued to his body but she helped her as much as she could as she knew what he intended to do : he freed his cock from his trousers and arranged Lydia's position so her love channel was perfectly aligned with his lund (cock). They exchanged a series of hot kisses and Sir Nigam slowly released his grip on her buttocks. She closed her eyes when she felt her lover's cock entering triumphantly her pussy! They continued kissing fervently until he was all the way in her honey pot that was oozing sweet juices... Lydia screamed when she felt Sir Nigam starting to move in her twat. She always enjoyed when he fucked her mercilessly and she cummed like a maharani when he filled her pussy with his hot seed... Afterward she cuddled in his arms and they chatted somewhat : -When you'll have delivered Amit's offspring, I absolutely want to knock you again soon and I don't want to hear any stupid gibberish about waiting for three months to let you recover! You will have plenty of time to recover AFTER you have delivered my own son! -But I want to stay faithful to my husband! All my children should be his! That is the base of my marital vows! -That's pure stupidity : if you wanted to stay faithful to Amit, you shouldn't allow me to fuck you at any time! The fact that I can't breed you when you are pregnant doesn't change anything! You visited me willingly, so you are definitively cheating on your husband! It's as simple as that, Lydia! : You are an adulterous, cheating wife, whether you like it or not! Lydia bent her head in shame... What Sir Nigam had just said was basically true : she had married Amit and had intended not to have any sexual relations with any other men but Sir Nigam had raped her on some roadside and she finally had enjoyed it : she had met him again and again and today she had come willingly to his house with her new friend while knowing perfectly well that he would fuck probably both of them a couple of times and he could have invited a few friends and both girls would have been shared by all the men. Moreover, Lydia had also an affair with a dangerous criminal, Amit's son Sujeet, who earned his living by trafficking drugs. In addition, Sir Nigam's secretary who had promised to visit her again had raped Lydia but he had fortunately never carried out his threat. Lydia must have been born with a very bad Karma! A priest in a temple had recently explained her that women are basically impure and had no chances to ever reach the nirvana : they could just hope to be reincarnated as a man for their next life! She felt really impure as she was torn between two possibilities : staying faithful to her love or letting Sir Nigam impregnate her in a few months. Maybe, Amit would never find out but Sujeet would be quite likely to tell his father. Sir Nigam was often very busy and he had a very jealous wife... If Amit left her, she could just surrender to Sujeet who would use her for his criminal traffics... Nandita had noticed the despair of Lydia and had started to rub Sir Nigam's back with her proud tits. He could feel her nipples all over his back as her soft tits brushed shamelessly into his back. He turned around to be in direct contact with her. He could now focus his attention onto Nandita. He cupped her boobs in his hands while theirs crotches ground fervently against one another. Nandita French kissed him passionately and gyrated her ass under his touch in total bliss. Sir Nigam got bolder and kissed her shoulders and neck as he slowly stripped her from her undies. Nandita closed her eyes in rapture and her cunt started dripping with juices. She pushed her ass further into him. Encouraged, Sir Nigam took hold of her naked boobs and started massaging them. He took her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and tweaked them, making Nandita moan in alarm. She reached back and grabbed his cock from over his drenched trousers. Imagining herself completely naked in the arms of nearly fully clad men increased tremendously her excitement! Nandita couldn't wait to have this handsome man deep up inside her choot (pussy). He would soon plunge his fleshy, virile cock into her belly and fulfil her desires at last! She started to rock her hips in front of him, just like a belly dancer but she was stark naked! Sir Nigam's mouth hung open as he watched the scandalous exhibition : Indian men aren't accustomed to girls making public exhibition of their body except wives, lovers and prostitutes! His eyes felt ready to pop out of their sockets. Nandita had just kept her high heeled sandals and the moist, petal-like pink lips of her fiercely throbbing perfectly shaven pussy seemed just like some carnivorous flower ready to swallow anything that wandered in its range! Sir Nigam felt compelled to take up the gauntlet : no women had ever defied him thus openly and left unscathed from it! Nandita's unashamed sexual dare galvanized him into action : she watched, totally fascinated as he took off his clothes... His body was finely tuned, just a little tanned. He could have been a bronze statue! He gingerly pushed down his briefs and his cocks sprung up and out like a snake, ready to bite! His cock throbbed dangerously. Nandita couldn't take her eyes off it. Her husband Nambir's lund had never seemed that big! Nandita got up and staggered in her high-heeled sandals to the bed, she nearly toppled over and Sir Nigam instinctively grabbed her waist to prevent her from falling down. She smiled at him in gratitude, and then put her hands around his neck. Sir Nigam gulped as Nandita's hands started to caress his chest and slid toward his groin. In no time, Sir Nigam had forgotten that this pretty girl was there to pay for the sins of her husband... He just gave in to the rising lust that was blossoming in his loins. He knew that she was in her fertile period and would probably be knocked up if he fucked her that week... The consequences for Nandita would be gruesome : no fee as a surrogate mother this year for her and as a further punishment, an additional year as Sir Nigam's slave... He shrugged as he realized that Nandita was quite aware of the possible consequences if her Master fucked her that week! Nonetheless, she had decided to tease her owner! There was no reason for her not to pay the price of her visiting sir Nigam without any undies on under her outfit! He could enjoy her savoured her warm skin against his, the hardness of her nipples digging into his chest that he was nibbling fervently. Nandita was shamelessly pushing her firm tits against his chest. Nandita's hand squeezed his lund, trying to milk him from his potent seed. Without thinking to it, he allowed his hands to explore the totally offered body. A last burst of concern forced him to ask the ultimate question : -Nandita, do you realize that if I fuck you now, I may breed you and you know that we have agreed that you won't get the surrogate mother bonus in this case and you will stay another year as my slave... -Maybe, Master, it's just my objective : I want you to breed me, I want to carry your baby and I want you to tell my stupid husband that you have finally decided to sire a baby in my womb, that you have decided that I should keep the baby and that he will have to support him or her for the next twenty years or so... -But he may sue for divorce... -If he chooses to do so, he may but I know your wife is barren... I could give her as many babies as she wants and you would be their father... She might be interested : just tell her about my offer! So, Sir Nigam had no reason now not to breed Nandita : she was completely willing and determined for it! She took the initiative, stretching on the carpet and drawing Sir Nigam on top of her. He followed her lead, kneeling between her widespread legs. She reached between their bodies to aim his lund toward her choot and begged him : -Master, I want you to fill my fertile womb with your rich seed and breed me at last! I don't want to ever carry a baby from my undeserving husband! Sir Nigam after a last hesitation started to fondle her breasts and pressed his rock hard cock against her crotch. She started to squirm under him, trying to force his cock into her pussy. She uttered a scream of triumph when the first inch of his cock suddenly disappeared into her soaking wet pussy. She bucked wildly under him and another inch found its way into her vagina. He was now too deep into her to be dislodged easily and Nandita had no such intention! She humped upward with redoubled energy to push him deeper into her pussy... Nandita then parted open her pussy lips to help the complete penetration. Their crotches finally collided with a loud thump : their coupling was now complete and Sir Nigam could really fuck her now. Lydia who had watched with avid eyes the progress of their joining applauded : -A good job, Nandita! In just a few minutes, our Master will breed you. I would have preferred to be in your place but my womb is already occupied! I hope you are going to enjoy every moment of it! -Ahem! I thought you were quite reluctant about it, Lydia! How come you have changed your mind so swiftly? -I haven't changed my mind : I still feel awfully guilty cheating on my husband while I am totally unprotected but watching you so eager to be bred hadn't left me unmoved : Just like you, I yearn to offer my body completely to our Master's lust. Can't you understand I am now of two minds and they are equally strong! Nandita felt Sir Nigam's cock gradually entering her pussy ; it was nothing new for her but on previous occasions, she had been on the pill or she knew she couldn't conceive... This time, she was in her fertile period and she knew that her Master intended to breed her now and she couldn't wait for it! Her husband had a very small cock and used it rather sparsely : she had never thought he would be able to knock her up but Sir Nigam was certainly the perfect stud to do so! She knew he also wanted to breed Lydia as soon as possible. Her friend had always pretended she wanted to stay totally faithful to her husband Amit but Nandita knew it was empty declarations. Faced with the moment of truth, Nandita was quite sure that Lydia would open her arms and her legs wide for her Master and she would be happy to receive his baby making seed in her womb like any Indian girl! Nandita couldn't imagine any girl who would be totally insensitive to Sir Nigam's sex appeal : he was very handsome, tall and slim, well built and well endowed : he was the perfect stallion for any decent girl! Nandita felt lightnings hitting her as Sir Nigam entered her slowly and she ground up her pussy against his crotch, spreading her legs with passion as he shoved his cock deeper into her honey pot. Their mouths were glued together as their mutual lust blossomed. He moved forward, pushed his fat cock-head against her pussy-hole. He leaned into her, wiggling his ass as he pressed his cock through her cunt-lips. His cock-head slid inside her to be followed almost immediately by his long shaft. He was now sure of the outcome! He just needed a few thrusts before the entire length of his prick was fully buried inside her. Nandita enjoyed greatly the delightful hardness, thickness and length of his cock that changed her completely from the small size of her husband's prick. She felt so voluptuously full! It was as if she was dancing around Sir Nigam's pulsating cock. She soon started screaming and, her cries became more urgent as he began to run the huge rod in and out of her pussy in ample moves. Nandita shook all over with ecstasy and she responded with equally violent thrusts, trying to impale herself deeper on his long pole. Lydia Ch. 08 Nandita toyed with her nipples, elongating them in rhythm with Sir Nigam's thrusts into her pussy. She moaned helplessly in rapture among her strident screams as Sir Nigam made her climb again and again the steep ladder of her pleasure : he really knew how to deal with a sex hungry girl and she was greatly thankful for his attention. He had increased the tempo and Nandita knew that the moment had arrived : he was ready to cum and most probably knock her up... He suddenly froze with his mouth ajar and she could feel the powerful blasts of his cream against the sensitive walls of her womb. As a dutiful partner in bed, she accompanied each gush of his seed into her choot with a shriek of complete bliss : -Uhhh... Oohhh.... UUhhh.... Uhhh... Aaaaarghhh! ... God! Urrghh Yesss! Fill me up, Master! I had waited for so long to be bred by you! Nandita was immediately sure that her eggs had been already fertilized. She wouldn't need to wait for the pregnancy test to turn positive to know that her Master had really bred her, that she was expecting a baby from him. She had cummed really wild and such a totally uncontrolled, mind-boggling climax could have just a single explanation for her. She let Sir Nigam rest on the bed beside her. Nandita felt proud when she realized that Sir Nigam had not lost his stiffness but she preferred to revel in the aftermath of this indescribable climax. She offered Lydia to enjoy it to her turn. Lydia did not be told twice and she climbed on top of Sir Nigam. His cock was protruding from the bed and she just wiggled on the bed until his cock wedged itself into her. With unbridled passion, Sir Nigam entered Lydia's pussy and started fucking her. Lydia's fingers explored his huge balls, so heavy and swollen. She started to lick them eagerly, taking each ball successively in her mouth and making them rock with her lips. Encircling the cock head with her pouting lips, she sucked it in! A moan escaped Sir Nigam's mouth as she took more of his manhood into her mouth. His lund continued to swell between her tonsils. Lydia gulped deeply to open her throat in order to accommodate his cock completely. She had realized Sir Nigam was more excited than usually but she was really determined to deep throat that monster! It grew, and grew; she had to fight her gag reflex but she finally conquered it at last! She went back on his cock. She licked and slurped along the whole length of his magnificent cock. She resumed her gentle sucking on his balls, fondling his shaft and masturbating him with all her science. Using both hands on him, Lydia took even more of his cock into her mouth. She finally felt his cock freeze into her mouth. Sir Nigam grabbed her hair in a powerful grip, to prevent her from pulling back and try to escape at this crucial moment. Lydia would never have failed him at this moment but Sir Nigam couldn't have known it! He kept pushing his lund into her throat. His hot seed suddenly exploded in her throat. Lydia desperately tried to swallow it all not to drown in it but there was just too much of it. If most of it went through her gullet, several last spurts hit her face, covering her nose, her chin and her left eye. An ultimate spurt even reached her hair. Lydia didn't try to sweep it away, leaving it in plain view as a token of her total dedication to her master's pleasure. After that, Sir Nigam left, leaving Lydia completely exhausted on the bed. Nandita took her friend in her arms. She licked the cum on her face but she left the globules in her hair. The two girls went off to sleep, cuddled together... Nandita had still her high-heeled sandals on. At this moment the high caste Nandita and the lowly Dalit girl Lydia felt really like sisters, loving slaves of the same man. They had both his semen inside them; just Nandita had it in her pussy, actively building a new baby while Lydia had the same seed in her stomach and her baby was much more advanced... Both girls felt incredibly proud of their pregnant bellies! Both were married but the seed they had just received didn't come from their husbands and none of them really cared a damn about it! Three days later, the two girls received a call from Sir Nigam : he expected four visitors, three men and a woman, two days later and he wanted to give them a really good impression... He wanted to offer them two quite pretty Indian beauties, a welcoming party they would never forget! Sir Nigam explained both girls the conditions for this short service : -The four visitors have been tested negative for all sexual diseases and Nandita's pregnancy tests are now positive: she is expecting my child, so there is no risk of impregnation for both of you : the male visitors will be able to fuck you bareback with no adverse consequences... Now, about the fee you will be entitled to receive : Nandita will receive one thousand and five hundred dollars for the dinner and full night service and Lydia just one thousand dollars... -Can you explain me the reason of this difference, Master? -Certainly, slut! You're nothing but a simple Dalit while Nandita comes from a high caste : it's an honour for us having her with us while you are mostly a burden! -Even in bed, master? -Even there! About the fees, I will pay you directly, Lydia, and Nandita's debt will be reduced... Does it suit you, Lydia? -No problem, Master ; I will just tell my husband that you wanted me for some usual public relations performance and that I will stay in the hotel with the group of visitors as the dinner might be very long : basically, everything will be totally true! Just I will omit telling Amit that I will be totally naked under the sheets of my visitors and so will they! I will also forget to tell him that the visitors will fuck me in all possible ways, that they will probably DP or maybe even triple penetrate me... -Good, Lydia! By the way, my wife wants to meet Nandita in about one hour. Listen, Nandita : it may be important! My wife will take you totally in charge during your pregnancy, explaining you how she wants you to behave in any circumstances, how you should feed yourself, what you are allowed to drink, what sports you may practice and plenty of similar rules. I fear that my wife may be much more demanding than I could have been! I want also you, Lydia, to attend the meeting : in a few months, I will breed you too and you will have to follow exactly the same rules! -But I don't want... -Hush with your petty recriminations! I want you to admit in front of my camera that you are ready to be bred by me as soon as you have delivered Amit's offspring : it's that or you will face the whip and the crop daily until you have completely surrendered! -No, I can't! What if the video fell in the hands of Amit : he would certainly divorce from me! -Sorry but it's no concern for me : you would be at my complete disposal if you weren't married! I have no personal interest about your much cuckolded husband, slut! Lydia felt as if a trap was closing on her. She sobbed and wept, thinking that her marriage was in terrible jeopardy but she could find no way out! She followed meekly Nandita to her meeting with Sir Nigam's wife. She was waiting for them. She didn't take their offered hands : a lady never salutes whores or even acknowledges their existence. Both of them had affairs with her husband and even worse one of them was pregnant by him! At least, she was high caste and her baby wouldn't bring dishonour to the family! That wouldn't be the case with the other girl, a lowly Dalit. She was much prettier than Nandita who had certainly much more class. Sir Nigam's wife suspected that Lydia had some westerner blood flowing in her veins : she was certainly of not pure Indian blood! For her, it marked Lydia as definitely inferior even though her nice curves were sure to attract the attention of any man nearby... or any woman for that matter! She would have loved to put on some big strap on dildo and ravage all the holes of this unholy creature that had seduced her husband! - Nandita, you are here to receive my instructions ; you are carrying a baby that will be soon mine. I am of pure Indian blood and the baby will develop according to our traditions : I want you to take only vegetarian food, no alcohol of any kind and no drugs. I will give you some of my old sarees and I don't want you to wear any European style garment. I don't want to see you wearing any fancy modern jewels either, just traditional bangles, headpieces and earrings. I will have your nose pierced to receive a ring in your nostril so you'll look like a traditional Indian woman!... Sir Nigam's wife continued delivering her orders : she seemed to have very precise ideas about anything and Lydia understood why her husband had been so deeply interested in her : her submissive tendencies prevented her from giving orders to her partner. Sir Nigam must have felt totally in control, a secure position for a tycoon like Sir Nigam. She had gathered that his family had arranged the marriage when he was six with a baby that was just two at the moment! There had never been any genuine love between them! When Sir Nigam's wife dismissed them, the two girls dutifully returned to their Master. He started with a shower of questions about his wife's orders. When he was sure the orders were reasonably sound, he organized them for the dinner : -Lydia, you are the only one having some experience about girl to girl action, I don't know the degree of expertise of Sherlyn in these matters. If we start operations with both of you girls with the men, she may feel left over and have a bad experience. So I am afraid we will start with Nandita entertaining the three men and Lydia playing with our female guest. If she is more experienced than I thought, I will leave a double dong on the table so that she can fuck either of you along with one of the men. If she doesn't, it will be up to you, Lydia, to teach her how to participate : you will have carte blanche to make her into an accomplished bi! Frankly, I don't understand why all girls don't get bi experience : I don't know many men who would object to it! A wife having a girlfriend is usually not considered as cheating on her husband as long as the relation is not exclusive. Moreover, finding your wife engaged in torrid lesbian relations provides a nice show for the man and lures him into action with his wife : he would certainly want to make his wife scream really loud to prove his virility even if he is exhausted to death. -You're right, Master : since I entertain Eesha, Amit never gets fed off enjoying my body every day. Before that, he fucked me twice every day, three days a week and now he has become a true stallion, using me 24/7 whenever he has the opportunity and his technique has greatly improved! I am some times forced to ask him for mercy. It's often phony just to boost his virility but it's sometimes quite true! -That is good, girls! You are now both professional whores, ready to service any man or any group of men or women after this occasion and I really trust both of you even though both of you are now pregnant! This group of people will really appreciate not having to bother with rubbers... When I showed him your pictures, the top boss, Neil, asked me for your fee if he made a private visit to either of you. He should become a regular visitor for you, Nandita as your debt is quite impressive still. -Just a question, Master : what will you do when I reach pay off in a few years? -Theoretically, I should return you to Nambir but if you prefer, I may just give you the money as I do with Lydia and won't tell anything to your stupid cuckold. -I would appreciate it, Master! -Then, it's a deal, Nandita pet! You will just need to tell me when you want to stop our relation... Lydia chose a bright orange silk saree and Nandita a similar number with large red and black stripes to receive their guests. When they arrived, the two girls bowed down and made a very formal Namaste that seemed to please Sir Nigam. Sherlyn looked like a top model with high cheekbones, beautiful eyesbrows and long eyelashes. She was wearing gala make up that emphasized her natural beauty but it looked so natural on her! She had wide swaying hips and pert breasts separated with a very narrow waist. Sir Nigam gasped when he saw her in the full glory of her business suit. He told Sherlyn that Lydia would be her personal escort until she was completely at ease with them. The three men seemed delighted to discover that Nandita would take care of them all at the beginning and that she was quite ready to perform for the three of them together! They decided to test her willingness and told her to strip down and lay on the couch on her four. Nandita hastily complied... The top boss, Neil, was also quite handsome, just like some elegant polo player or a cricket champion. He told one of his colleagues, his assistant Sonu, to take the place under Nandita. He decided to use her ass while the other one, named Taram, would opt for her mouth. -Don't worry, guys : we will switch places so that you will have a chance to appreciate all the skills of our superb hostess! Nandita swiftly impaled herself on Sonu's cock and opened her ass cheeks for Neil's entry. He went in easily and complimented her for it. Taram went forward to take his initial share of the fun... They all seemed to really enjoy taking their pleasure with her. Lydia and Sherlyn had taken seats to enjoy the show. Lydia had wondered whether Nandita would be able to accommodate three big cocks at the same time and she had succeeded far better than even Sir Nigam had anticipated it. Nandita was born to be a slut and she was a living testimony of the waste of having a girl like her staying obdurately faithful to some undeserving husband like Nimbar but if he had like Sir Nigam had said a cock that was no bigger then a boy's prick, he was in for a major surprise when he would get back his wife : she had now her holes fully reamed and she was able to receive readily most of the biggest men's cocks you could find in the world! Her husband would probably never feel the friction he would need to draw any pleasure from his wife and that would be the best punishment for his misdeeds! Lydia took Sherlyn's hand and led her toward the second bed in the other room. Sherlyn followed her, blushing timidly : she was probably a novice in girl-to-girl action : good! Lydia loved to initiate girls and teach them the roads to enjoy ultimate pleasure and give some to other men. Sherlyn had not envisioned that this experience could lead her to become the company's playmate, who would be shared quite often by her boss Neil and his assistants Sonu and Taram... Her father had been an associate of Neil until his death but he had never imagined that his daughter would end up riding often his former colleague before offering him her ass so that he could bugger her to his leisure without pity or remorse! Lydia bent down and took Sherlyn's mouth without asking for any permission. Sherlyn obediently opened her mouth to receive Lydia's very commanding tongue : it was the first step of her total enslavement but she didn't realize it at this moment! Lydia quietly undid Sherlyn's belt and lowered the zipper holding up her dress. The girl wiggled her shoulders to free herself from the clinging garment. It fell to the floor rather easily : it was made with a very thin net cloth... Underneath, Sherlyn just wore only a quite fitting neon red cute half bra and a very tiny matching G-string that left nothing to imagination... Sherlyn seemed to have really tried seducing Neil. At least, she was attractive enough to catch his total attention! Lydia French kissed Sherlyn while her hands were busy undoing the clasp of her bra, and then peeling down her minimum knickers. It seemed that Sherlyn enjoyed being stripped naked by another girl with all doors wide open as the gusset of her knickers were positively damp. She was breathing heavily, clearly deeply excited by being handled by another quite pretty girl. Her knickers were deeply wedged between her pussy lips and she moaned plaintively when Lydia peeled them away... The sensitive nerve endings of Sherlyn's cunt were broadcasting their willingness to be masterfully titillated. Without any prompting, she ran her fingertips across her bald pussy, concentrating on the nub of her clit. Nandita felt a strange and frightening feeling developing within her body. The palm of her hand pressed against a terrible excitement growing in her loins. Her fingers joined Lydia's fondling the deepest recesses of her pussy... She moaned as her fingers rubbed her clit and explored the depths of her pussy. She couldn't stand up any more and she revelled on the bed with her legs wide open, totally naked in plain view of her colleagues and her boss.... Lydia called for Sir Nigam and explained him the situation : Sherlyn was in urgent need of a good shagging and she was offering her Master to enjoy this unexpected prize! Sir Nigam hastily removed all his garments and covered Sherlyn's body with his. Her pussy was wide open, ready to receive the biggest intruders... She was actually dreaming of being fucked by Neil, maybe of being triple penetrated as Nandita was. Sir Nigam hastily shoved his rigid pole into Sherlyn"s aching to be filled pussy. His cock immediately started pistoning in and out of her warm and quite willing pussy. In no time, he came violently and filled her stretched out pussy with his brazenly hot seed. Meanwhile, Sherlyn was avidly frigging her pussy lying on her bed and wearing only her plateau high-heeled shoes : -Uunnh Aargghhh Uunnhhhhh Ooooommmmmmy Gooooodddddd Aaaahhhh Mmmppppphhhhh... Sherlyn reached a violent climax that left her screaming and thrashing on the bed for several long minutes. Sir Nigam considered her for an even longer time until his face was suffused with a triumphant grin. He went into the basement and returned a few minutes later with several pieces of equipment. He helped Sherlyn to sit up and had a short discussion at low voice with her. They seemed to have reached an agreement as Lydia could still a large smile appearing on Sherlyn's face. The young executive girl nodded several times with more and more energy. Sir Nigam lifted her in his arms and carried her just as if she was a bag of rice. She was not really at ease with the undignified poise but it was pointless to struggle against the decision that had been taken and she had accepted : it fulfilled all her dreams and bore promises of unending pleasures... She surrendered completely to her exciting, just maddening thoughts. Sir Nigam entered the room where Nandita was totally offered to all the desires of Neil and his assistants. She was totally mute, efficiently gagged by Neil's big cock deep in her throat but she was still enjoying tremendously the never-ending assaults of the three men. They had changed places several times and Neil was presently deep in her throat, ready to fill her gullet with a torrent of his hot seed. His two assistants were making intensive use of her pussy and ass hole... Sir Nigam's arrival interrupted their activities for their dismay but his declaration instantly caught their interest : -I think that I have proposals that could interest the three of you : I discovered that Sherlyn is basically a submissive girl like Nandita and Lydia. She arrived here wearing very high plateau shoes as you have seen it but, in addition, a red half bra and matching minimum G-string. It puzzled me a lot until I grasped the whole meaning of her actions : she is dying to become your fuck toy, Mr Neil and she is ready to service any man or woman you may choose for her! She doesn't want to become a simple slave like Nandita or a fuck toy like Lydia but stay in her position as an executive vice president of your company but she would want you to look at her with eyes not limited to her professional skills. She wants you to use her body also for your sexual needs. To prove her dedication to you, she had agreed to wear a dog collar and a leash for the whole duration of your stay with us. You will also be free to enjoy her body with no limits during the return travel. When you'll be at home, she is ready to grant you the opportunity to fuck her at will during the noon pause, the lunch break or after business hours.... Lydia Ch. 08 Neil was stunned but a fire had been ignited in his eyes as he considered the shapely curves of Sherlyn's naked body. Sir Nigam snapped his fingers and ordered her on her four on the table : -A submissive shouldn't keep her Master awaiting : it's time to put on the traditional tokens of your new situation! Sherlyn hastily climbed on the table and assumed the requested position facing her boss. She didn't flinch when Sir Nigam snapped a choke collar around her neck. He then affixed a short chain leash to it. Sherlyn had kept her head high and proud although she was blushing awfully in shame. Mr Nigam then told her to step down for a formal presentation to her new master. Sherlyn slowly went down and she wasn't surprised when she was paraded slowly around the room for the three men to watch her from different angles... She wiggled her ass and lowered her head in submission each time she passed in front of Neil who was nodding approvingly. Finally Sir Nigam stopped in front of the boss and handed him the leash : -I have completely tamed your buxom vice president and I hope you will take very much pleasure using her again and again during the next years! You will have to train her more completely but I would be ready to help if the need arises! -Thank you, sir Nigam! This gift is really appreciated, even if it's a total surprise. I will make frequent use of it! But you have set properly the initial rules : Sherlyn, remember that you are still a highly skilled professional, a minority holder in our company but I shall never allow you to forget that you are also an avowed submissive! You won't ever wear any undies under your dress, skirt or saree any more. You won't wear pants, shorts or shuridars either as I want you permanently available for me and for the men or women to whom I will offer you... -Yes, Master! I will abide your commands! -You have better as I will purchase a dog whip I ill use liberally if you displease me but don't worry : your sexual services will be limited to the lunch break, the five o'clock pause and the whole night. I fear that your nice apartment will become soon nothing but a storage room for your outfits. You will get there to change for a new work day and I will hire a grudge to keep it clean and tidy, just in case I want to fuck you in your apartment. I know you have several uncles, nephews and cousins... -Yes, Sir! -Then I may decide to offer you to them in my presence. I have always loved watching incestuous relations : when I was young, one of my neighbours fucked every day his mother, occasionally with his friends. He never bothered closing the blinders and I had a perfect view on their frolics. She was still pretty and really hungry for sex : she made my complete sex education! -Your wishes are my orders, Master! -It goes without saying, slut! Otherwise, you might feel the crop on your backside soon! Neil turned toward his assistants : -Gentlemen, I fear that I will move to so more discreet place to enjoy my new toy. I will leave you with two highly skilled professionals, Lydia and Nandita. Enjoy them at will! For you, sir Nigam, I give you the choice : you may share Sherlyn with me or you can stay with Taram and Sonu to fuck your hostesses but it would be a great disappointment for me! -Don't fear anything, my friend! I may fuck Lydia and Nandita every day of the year in any possible way and I would love to have a more complete view of Sherlyn's abilities. Moreover, it's my duty to get sure that my guests are totally satisfied... -Perfect! So Sherlyn, you'll have to entertain two men tonight. I fear you'll have little time to rest until noon. Our private plane is scheduled at 2 PM and I am planning to make full use of your body until the last moment! You have better get used to it, as it will become the habit with you! Oh, by the way, I want you to flush all your contraceptive pills down the drain. My assistants will use condoms but I am planning to give you a dozen out of marriage babies : so from now on, it will be bareback fucking, no condoms and no precautions and you will suffer the consequences! Congratulations, Sherlyn : you are going to become the mother of a large family! -I have already told you that your wishes are my orders, Master and be sure I won't fail you! -A welcome pledge, Sherlyn! We are going to see if you are up to it! Servicing two really horny men is a challenge for many single woman. You have seen that Nandita could entertain three men at the same time. I would like you to be able to do it, too! Not today but in the near future : I know several well endowed chaps that would enjoy having some high society girl ready to service them with no limits! Sir Nigam took them in his car. Neil was with Sherlyn on the back seat. She had put on a nice violet saree that Lydia had given her. Neil had suggested to sir Nigam not to be obsessed by the rear mirror and concentrate on the road ahead and the advice was quite useful as Neil pushed Sherlyn's petticoat above her head, uncovering her body up yo her navel. She parted her thighs wide to offer him a complete access to her most private parts. Her deep sighs and mewling moans soon told sir Nigam what the two of them were doing on the back seat. His cock grew soon to impressive size and he couldn't wait to empty his balls in any of Sherlyn's holes, just like Neil was presently doing... One thing was sure : Sherlyn would never have an instant to sleep or just rest until noon and most likely, none of the two men would either! She followed the two men in the streets from the parking lot to a nearby hotel. She had still on her five inches heeled stilletos on which she teetered a bit. Her first duty was to help the two men to strip completely... Neil extracted from his dhoti a long fully erect cock. Helooked even bigger than it was as Sir Nigam's apartment. It looked powerful and so masterfully strong, with an angry purple color from the blood that was pumping in his veins! A strange moistness was seeping from between Sherlyn's thighs as she imagined how it would feel when her Master would shove this nice piece of meat into her tender fuck hole! She arranged a group og three pillows to lift up her ass and present her boss the more than ready slit of her dripping wet pussy... She was laying spread eagled on the bed, wearing nothing but her high heels. Neil was now hovering above Sherlyn's body, his blood filled cock grazing her soft skin while Sir Nigam's cock was already nudging her mouth. Sherlyn gasped when she felt both pricks trying to force entry into her mouth and pussy. She had been no more a virgin for long and she had been fucked quite recently but the mere idea of having to service two men at the same time made her feel so inadequate, so unready for such deviant behaviour! It was in total opposition to her prudish upbringing! But she had already passed the no return point : she wailed as Neil entered her pussy, pushing aside remorsely the fragile tissues of her cunt... -Aaaahh! Slowly, please, Master! You are too big, please stop! I can't... -Shut up, bitch! You have no say in these matters! A girl's prime duty is to service her mate, even if it's horribly painful! My pleasure must always come first! You must bite the bullet and avoid bothering me with your piercing screams! Sir Nigam had simultaneously grabbed the opportunity and forced her mouth from the side, gagging her securely. Neil thanked him for having restored silence and concentration. Sherlyn calmed down slowly as she got used to her new duties. She encircled Neil's chest in her arms and clung to him. He shoved his cock deeper into her pussy unyil it was embedded to the hilt into her quivering pussy then he started to hammer her into the bed. The frame was creeking under his assaults but that was music to his ears! Neil had always dreamed of having a pretty girl at his beck and call... Could he have dreamed of a better choice than hs associate? With her, he could fully control his company and now he could also use her to seduce or control anyone who opposed his views! -Aaarrrrgggghhhh... Oooohhhhhh!!!! Sherlyn felt completely stuffed with Neil's big, thick lund. He was fucking her in deep hard strokes, hitting a bit painfully her cervix each time. His heavy, overfilled balls were slapping a tattoo on her firm buttocks. Her arms reached up and wrapped themselves around his neck, and she bucked against him with a rhythm matching adequately his frantic pounding of her pussy. He was holding her firmly by the hips but she had absolutely no intention of trying to escape, neither at the moment nor in the foreseeable future... Sir Nigam had deserted her mouth and he chose a moment she was riding Neil, properly skewered on his pole when she fell another finger prodding her anal opening... She opened her ass by pure instinct and let the middle finger probe her most secret hole. Sir Nigam really knew how to deal with not too experienced girls and her anus loosened rapidly. Slowly, he rotated his finger inside the clinging sheath of her back passage and then mercifully withdrew it. But Sherlyn's relief was short lived as she felt Sir Nigam pulling apart her pert buttocks. In no time, she could feel that he had replaced the slender middle finger with a fully engorged cock that was cleaving mercilessly her ass crack. Sir Nigam had extracted a Vaseline tube and smeared it generously on her ass hole. When she tried to elude the searing pain in her butt, she impaled deeper onto Neil's cock and when she tried to lift off from her boss, she offered her butt to sir Nigam's prodding. She was soon dancing between two well greased pistons in full action . She closed her eyes and found that the pleasure was building up in her loins, wiping any feeling of pain or degradation. She started to scream quite loud andthere were no hint of pain in her screams anymore, just pure unadulterated pleasure! Sherlyn was beginning to get excited by the double penetration that Neil and Sir Nigam were giving her. Neil was screwing into her in front while Sir Nigam was shamelessly using her anus for his pleasure! Sherlyn's body was buffeted like a rag doll between the plunging erect cocks of the two burly and very strong stallions, and Sherlyn began to churn helplessly from their well-tuned sensations. Sherlyn pushed her hungry choot forward to receive Neil's deep inward thrust below and then arched her velvety buttocks backward to welcome Sir Nigam's hard, savage stroke behind. She screamed likea banshee : -Oooohhhhh.... Aaarrrgghhh... Rahhhaaa... karro karrrrroooo... choddddoooo choddooooo..... Sherlyn moaned as she found herself soaring on the heights of incredible pleasure. Sherlyn actually loved this double fucking, by Neil and Sir Nigam at the same time. She loved having them both drive into her in unison, sinking right to the depths of her helplessly aroused belly, and then withdraw at the same time, leaving her painfully empty for just a moment, before plunging in again. She was filled with a wild, almost dizzy happiness. She had found her place in the universe! If this was her karma, she would enjoy all the moments of her life! Gracias a la vida! Lydia Ch. 09 By Dan57 and Cih Lydia's universe crumbles When Sherlyn and Neil left for the airport, Lydia and Nandita had a few tears and even Sir Nigam felt sad : the girl had appeared so natural, open minded and dedicated : she seemed exactly the right kind of girl for every boss to have around, even better than Lydia who had never obtained a university grade, at least it was what Sir Nigam thought : he had played with the idea of sending the young Dalit to university but had backed down in fear of gossips his wife could have heard... It was probably just the beginning for Sherlyn as he had her knickers in his pant Pocket. He chatted with his two girls as they went back in... -Neil and Sherlyn... Are they of English origin? They have strange names for Indian people... -That is true, Lydia! I enquired about it to Neil and he told me that their ancestors in the 1860 years came from Wales to supervise tea plantations near Darjeeling and they married local girls, an unusual choice for Englishmen, that set them aside from their community : pure racism... It explains their slightly exotic appearance but we won't take prejudice against them! -Certainly not! I just hope to meet Sherlyn again in the future! -Quite possible : I will form a joint venture with Neil's company but I will bet with you that Sherlyn will carry Neil's baby before the company will be created, let's say in less than a full year : have you noticed his possessive hand on her hips when they left? -Yes, Master, of course! Do you think they are an item already? -Certainly, Lydia : body language holds no secrets for me! But don't forget that you too are expecting Amit's baby and that you have another urgent appointment at maternity hospital about nine months after your first delivery... Lydia blushed but didn't comment on Sir Nigam's hint at his decision to breed her as soon as possible! She had declined the offer but Sir Nigam had taken no heed to her refusals and she was quite aware her Master was as steadfast as a crab in his projects : she was desperate about it but she already knew that, in a few months, she would most probably carry his baby even if it meant her divorce from Amit! At this very moment, Sherlyn was cumming once more in the plane with Neil embedded to the hilt in her pussy as her hands clenched around the cocks of his two assistants. Neil had told them he didn't want any more them to cum inside her, even in her mouth or her ass : it was a privilege he would save for himself in the future! Sherlyn had been also told she was now never to use any kind of contraceptive! Sherlyn had bowed down in silent acceptance although she perfectly knew the unavoidable consequences for a girl of being fucked daily bareback when totally unprotected! She had just discarded her condoms and her pills before offering herself repeatedly and shamelessly to her Master. Sherlyn was probably as much in lust as Neil was! Lydia quietly returned home and took care of Amit's home again. She prepared food for her husband as any perfect Indian wife. She had kept the twenty fifty dollar notes safely in her purse. Amit would never have believed she had received one thousand dollars to attend a professional dinner with Sir Nigam's customers. He might be quite gullible but there was a limit to it! On the next day, she walked to Aamir's house and asked to him how she could discreetly invest her money. She omitted telling him she had earned so much money in a single night! She told him it was her savings from a dozen participations to commercial fairs. She knew it was always a problem for any active whore in the world when the husband wasn't aware of the activities of his wife or girlfriend. Aamit suggested her to buy pure gold jewels but then she should fear being robbed by neighbours as they frequently entered her house looking for salt or small objects they needed : a Dalit girl was normally quite poor and rarely locked the door of her house, when there was a door... Most houses in the neighbourhood were devoid of this luxury and the wooden doors and windows were often replaced by simple roller blinds. A few years before Lydia's installation, a group of inebriated guys from high families had sprayed a few dwellings inhabited by Dalit families with gasoline and had put them afire. A few terrified women had run through the flames to fall into the clutches of the arsonists. The old and the ugly ones had been pushed back into their burning houses but the pretty ones had been gangbanged wildly on the ground. When all the present men had had their way with them, the girls had been thrown back in the houses to die with their families : the criminals had wished not to have any witnesses left. Since then, the pink sarees Gulabi gang of Sampat Devi Pal had harassed the local police and forced them to arrest the perpetrators. It had been something unheard of in the state and the political acumen of the criminals had been no help to them... There had been several sentences of life imprisonment that had stopped any widespread persecution of Dalits. There were still occasional rapes or house breakings : Lydia had been raped by Sir Nigam and later by his secretary but actual murders had nearly disappeared! The Dalit population felt really relieved! Lydia was summoned by Sir Nigam to cope for his sexual needs once a week. He had plenty of other occasions with Nandita. Sir Nigam requested also Lydia's services when he received a group of customers or when he wanted to reward some outstanding success from some of his employees. His secretary had emitted the wish for the New Year celebration to be allowed to fuck her. Sir Nigam knew his secretary had raped Lydia but he quietly informed her she would receive two hundred dollars to fuck him to his satisfaction... With a sadistic grin, Sir Nigam told Lydia that he would attend the coupling on the dubious pretext to see that her baby was not endangered... Lydia always hated being fucked in public but Sir Nigam had been adamant and she had finally complied. She hadn't been surprised when the secretary made her suck his cock before impaling her on his manhood. That was quite normal duty for her but then Sir Nigam told his secretary to leave. She soon understood that her Master intended to fuck his servant too now, when he had been really excited by the show. Lydia obediently presented her pussy to his triumphant cock and he shoved it deep into her pussy... When he had cummed in her pregnant belly, he casually made her turn around and offer him her back passage. There was nothing new there for Lydia... He buggered her during a long time and she really enjoyed his brutality : Lydia had always preferred a brutal shagging by some demanding fucker to some tender pussy fucking by a lover : for her, only Amit should be tender and loving with her and all the other men should be brutal and selfish to please her! A few months later, Lydia's belly had grown really huge, her protruding belly thrusting before her when she walked in the streets. Lydia now hated her tits : they had become as big as NBA balls! Carrying all that additional weight made her back ache and her moves were now rather clumsy. She felt also increasingly tired. She was due that week, but everything seemed quite normal. Amit went to work with a kiss on her forehead : her belly was now too bloated to allow her to hug him as she did before. Someone knocked at the door. Lydia arrived rather slowly and discovered Sir Nigam and his secretary. It was a completely unexpected visit! They stared at each other; there was excitement, trepidation and, certainly some fear in Lydia's eyes! Why had they come? She had to make an effort to welcome Sir Nigam and tell him to enter. She even went as far as offering him a drink but Sir Nigam declined the offer : -No, thanks, Lydia! I would just be interested by a sip at your nice udders! He made a lewd gesture toward Lydia's huge breasts that were engorged with milk. Her baby would be well fed if the quality of her milk matched the volume of her breasts. Amit had started to milk her every evening to relieve the pressure but she would soon need to be milked in the morning too if the baby didn't arrive soon! Sir Nigam quietly unbuttoned her night dress with no opposition from Lydia. Her huge round belly looked like a full moon in the sky. He rubbed his finger on the tender skin of her freshly shaven pussy : Lydia had continued taking care of her body even during the last stages of her pregnancy. Sir Nigam couldn't divert his eyes from her pendulous breasts. Her nipples had grown into large discs, each tipped with a protruding hub! Sir Nigam whistled admiringly and fell to his knees as Lydia stood proud, arms by her sides, letting his eyes feast on her offered body. Her clit was swollen and peaked between her thighs. She could feel her pussy juices trickling down her thighs. She still loved dearly Amit but she couldn't stop the emission of her juices in front of a man who had fucked her once or twice every week at the minimum and occasionally much more often than that! She had never felt so wanton, sensual, and feminine! Sir Nigam stayed still and she finally gave him the order he was waiting anxiously : -Master, you may come now and fuck me hard! I really need it! Sir Nigam jumped up and took her hand. He pressed it around his gorgeous cock. His cock was thrusting at her like a spear, ready to impale her with no mercy. She took her Master in her arms, hugging him closely. She kissed him dearly and smiled gently. - It's so good to see you at this moment, Master! He chuckled, his hands rubbing her sides, then cupping her breasts as he glanced toward her swollen belly... - Oh, yes! Could I fuck you now? Is it safe for the baby? I don't want to hurt it! -No problem. The worst you would risk now would be to hasten the birth! That would be a blessing for me! - If it's on medical order! Lydia squeezed gently his butt and offered him her lips. Sir Nigam laughed, and then kissed her properly, their chaste kiss turning soon into a torrid French kiss. Their tongues danced lasciviously in their glued oral cavities. After a long moment, Lydia pushed him away from her. She grabbed a glass on the table, cupped her left tit and pressed it to squirt milk in the glass filling it to half height. She offered the glass to Sir Nigam : -Straight from my breast, Master! You may taste it. Just tell me if you like it! Then you will have to fuck me really hard if you want another glass! Looking at Lydia straight in the eyes, he emptied completely the glass. He put down the glass on the table... - Now seems the proper time to own you! - Yes! Take me now, Master! With a bulging belly, it was not too practical to fuck her in the normal position, so he made her turn around and lean on top of the settee. He grabbed her hips and pushed his cock into her sloppy fuck hole. She had been waiting for his entry and she wasn't disappointed : he entered her smoothly, his cock rubbing against her swollen clit and making her moan in delight. In her position, he could enter her to the hilt and that was precisely what he did. She groaned when the tip of his cock bumped into her closed cervix. He stopped there and looked at her inquiringly : -Do you want me to force my entry? I may burst the water membrane and accelerate delivery! It's up to you, Lydia! -Do it, Master! Do it now! I want to end up this silly wait! Sir Nigam resumed his pounding of Lydia's pussy. Her much distended cervix finally yielded to the onslaught of his victorious cock... Lydia humped back against Sir Nigam's muscular body, trying to get him whole into her hungry pussy. Sir Nigam's fingers dug deep into her pliant hips and he thrust hard, again. Her toes had lost contact with the floor, lifting her in the air with each mighty thrust of his overpowering cock. Her moans and screams were now almost continuous as he ravaged her pussy, until he suddenly froze. He emitted a loud roar of triumph as he exploded in her pussy... Lydia nearly fainted in ecstasy. When he pulled out, his back move was accompanied by a gush of water coming from Lydia's pussy. His cum was thicker than that and Lydia was flabbergasted until Sir Nigam understood what was arriving : Her waters had broken and the baby was on its way... Sir Nigam's secretary had first aid training. He examined Lydia and announced that the cervix was dilating progressively and Lydia felt at this moment the first violent contraction. Sir Nigam wanted to transport her to the hospital but his secretary told him it was totally unnecessary: A Dalit girl should be exposed to pain : it was quite normal for her! Sir Nigam was not convinced and he asked Lydia. She was in total agreement with Sir Nigam's secretary : She had attended several births among the Dalit community : none had had the comfort of pain killers! The women were expected to endure the whole agony of a painful birth! Sir Nigam abandoned his efforts, just pressing a wet tissue on Lydia's fore head and giving her some water when she asked for it... The secretary quietly listened to Lydia's screams : that was an appropriate punishment for her resistance when he had raped her! He just hoped that the birth would be long and hurt like hell to teach that bitch a lesson! After three hours of pain interspersed with short moments of relief, the contractions grew more intense and closer together. The birth was imminent now! Lydia's husband was out of reach and he wouldn't be there for the birth! Sir Nigam had finally obtained the help of an experienced Dalit midwife. He felt relieved to have someone take Lydia in charge. She was naked, exhausted, and she was resting on bed sheets Sir Nigam had prepared on the floor. The midwife told her to start her breathing exercises. Lydia managed to exchange a few words with Sir Nigam between two contractions. Lydia was swearing like a trooper when the pain was too strong... She was puffing and blowing in distress and Sir Nigam's secretary was smiling! The midwife clasped Lydia's hand and screamed to her : - Push now, Lydia, push hard, push again! - Oooohhhhh Gooddddd..! Lydia now clung onto Sir Nigam's hand, her fingers digging deeply into it as another contraction surged. -Push now! I see the head! Push! Suddenly the ordeal had come to its end! Lydia enjoyed the relief, the sudden disappearance of the pain that had accompanied her during the last hours. The midwife was busy between her legs. Lydia had a fleeting fear that was soon stopped by a loud wail. Good the baby was alive and apparently quite strong! The gift she would have for Amit would please him! The midriff placed the baby on her breasts and he immediately started to suckle and it filled Lydia with pleasure and pride... She felt a hand exploring her breast and squeezing her tit. She lifted her head and saw it was Sir Nigam with an evilish grin on his face... He whispered to her ear -I am going to let you rest tonight but tomorrow I will come back to breed you! I will fuck you every day until you're pregnant and I want you to stop arguing! -I've told you that I don't want! I am Amit's faithful wife! -Tomorrow, you won't be any more! You're a slut and tomorrow or in the next days you'll become a pregnant slut! It's your karma : no use to rebel against it. The midwife pressed on Lydia's belly. She dutifully expelled the placenta while the baby was avidly gorging up on her milk... The midwife discreetly took away the baby while Lydia was sleeping. Amit found her sleeping when he returned home. The baby was superb and he caressed his cheek... He was a bit sad that Lydia was deeply asleep. He wanted to tell her that she would rest for a few months before they could start a second baby! He was sure that Lydia would agree. He already imagined her taking care of five to ten babies male and female! Lydia was awakened every three hours by the baby's wails. She soon took the habit to fall to sleep as soon as she had replaced the baby in its cradle. Sir Nigam found thus her sleeping quietly when he came to put his threats into action. He quietly unbuttoned her night dress and stripped her naked. He stripped naked, climbed on the bed and positioned himself between her spread out legs. It was her usual position when she was pregnant and she instinctively had taken it again. He managed not to awaken her as he prepared to fuck her. Lydia fully woke up only when he entered her pussy. She tried desperately to dislodge him but to no avail. Her squirms just helped him to reach a raging hard on... Sir Nigam started to fuck Lydia when she was still struggling to push him away. She only abandoned her desperate efforts when her Master's cock spurted into her womb. She had tears of despair in her eyes but she knew that Sir Nigam had had his complete way with her. He would probably rape her again on the next day, the next days in fact! And he would continue until his victory would be complete and she would be pregnant with his baby! If she complained to Amit, her husband would probably stay with her and prevent Sir Nigam from entry but they would starve soon : her money was not readily available and they needed the cash he earned to buy food... More over, Sir Nigam was a sportsman with a well-toned body and Amit would be no match for him. She didn't want to acknowledge it but there was also maybe some hint of feminine pride about such a big industrialist taking so much risk to fuck a lowly Dalit like her! Sir Nigam came to visit her again in the afternoon when the baby was deep asleep. There was no lock at the door, so he could enter at will. She chose not to resist any more to his intrusion as she didn't want the baby to wake up and scream. Lydia just whispered to sir Nigam not to make any noise. She took off her garments and pushed away the bed sheets to lie on the bed with her wide-open legs in a silent invite. She was quite aware that this gesture was tantamount to total surrender but she had concluded that resistance was useless : Some of her neighbours had been fucked by their grand father, other ones by their brothers or other family members when their husbands had been at work : it was probably a consequence of the very hot climate that made all people very horny and the women totally passive! Lydia felt totally in the mood when Sir Nigam entered her pussy and told her to open her mouth to receive his tongue... She was now totally Indian in her mind, nothing but a sex toy for the pleasure of men, of her husband or any man, in fact! Sir Nigam came back on the next morning and fucked Lydia twice, cumming on both occasions deep in her pussy without any resistance. He placed a plug in her pussy to prevent any leakage of his sperm after his departure. Lydia dutifully kept it all the night to give his sperm more time to fertilize her eggs... On the next day, Sir Nigam arrived with an early pregnancy test. It was very expensive and Lydia would never have had the money for it but he could afford nearly anything! She wasn't surprised when the test appeared positive : she was expecting Sir Nigam's baby as Amit or any other man had not even touched her pussy since her delivery! She had just sucked Sir Nigam's secretary on each of his visits with her Master! Lydia felt devastated but she had expected it : she was now a cheating wife and the baby developing in her womb was a living testimony of it! And the worst was that any test would prove now she had been unfaithful to her husband! She was now a sitting duck for all her enemies... Sir Nigam continued his early morning visits that had always the same conclusion : he fucked her in her marital bed several times, then he took a few very suggestive pictures of her in various lascivious poses and finally he told his assistant he could fuck her pussy and her ass just as he wanted! Lydia was safely pregnant and her Master could be generous with him, knowing he could do nothing to her! The man had sparkling eyes when his hands reached for her heavy breasts, her plump buttocks or her soft thighs and she enjoyed riding his raging hard on : it was always a nice dessert for her but the main, most enjoyable dish had always been Sir Nigam! She really loved servicing him, almost as much as she did Amit, but with guilt to spice their lovemaking! Lydia had never come to terms taking so much pleasure with her lover : that was just unfair to her husband who was always so kind and loving to her! Just Sir Nigam had a very special advantage : he wasn't her husband and he could be as kinky as he wanted with her! Lydia Ch. 09 Lydia could feel it quite intensely when Amit decided to impregnate her again. She was pregnant by two months then and she could follow already the changes in her body but Amit hadn't noticed them so far! He had been extremely careful as he had entered her for the first time and she had laughed in her mind as he mistook the remainder of Sir Nigam's seed in her pussy as her love juices. - My god, Lydia, your pussy is dripping wet! Have you been so eager for us to resume our games together? You could have told me you wanted me to fuck you again! Do you think I could have waited any longer? Amit had gotten really excited : one of his friends had shown him recently a porn picture : Indian actresses never appear in such cheap films in fear of having their career totally ruined. The girl in the film vaguely looked like Lydia and he felt bold enough to give her some lewd orders : - Remove the plates from the table, now! Then take off your undies, your petticoat and your saree, Lydia and sit naked on the table just in front of me! Lydia blushed beet root and hastily pulled down her knickers before undoing the knot holding up her saree and her petticoat. She waited for Amit's next order : -Now, I want you to finger your wet and very eager cunt just before my eyes. I want also you to play with your big hard nipples with your other hand... Lydia was stunned : Amit had never been so ruthless with her! He even threatened her of a good spanking if she didn't comply immediately. This threat stirred something in Lydia's mind : Amit had never spanked her or even punished her in any way! Perhaps it was the right moment to discover another facet of their relation and it would help alleviate her guilt : she was carrying the baby of another man and she really deserved to be spanked hard by Amit... -You won't dare spanking me, Amit! I am the mother of your son and you must show me due respect! Amit seemed not really affected by her reply. He bent her over his knee and spanked her ass cheeks reasonably hard, just as Lydia had dreamed it, slapping her left buttock then her right one... Finally, she asked him to stop. She was ready to weep and she felt totally tamed. -Stop that, please, Amit! I am going to obey! -Good but if you failed doing as you have told, I may use my belt on your sweet ass and I may be too busy to listen to your pleas in the next minutes! Lydia bowed her head down in surrender and shoved shyly a finger into her pussy. She soon moaned in ecstasy and shoved two more fingers into her wet pussy. As Amit had told her, she actively rubbed her nipples with her other hand just before the excited eyes of her husband. She continued playing with her body for his benefit and after a few minutes, she felt her excitement get off hand. She was about to get a screaming orgasm. She could hear the squishing noises in her pussy as her fingers moved faster and faster in and out of her fuck hole! Amit smiled knowingly as he saw his wife starting to pant as she was working herself to an orgasm. In the film, the man had told his partner to pull her fingers out of her pussy and cross them behind her back. He had understood it was a way to control the girl more completely and he was surprised when Lydia obediently pulled her fingers out and crossed her wrists behind her back. He took her pants and tied her wrists together. He then went into the bathroom and returned with a towel he tied above her elbows. The new position pushed Lydia's tits nicely forward. Amit told her to make them jiggle for his entertainment : he couldn't believe his eyes when she complied! Amit groaned in satisfaction : Lydia seemed to be a true submissive, just as the character in the film! It opened so many nice perspectives for him! He stood up and dropped his shorts. He told his wife in a commandeering voice : -Now, I want you to lick and suck my cock for good until I cum in your mouth? You are going to swallow it all and clean my cock! -Yes, Master! It was the first time Lydia had used that word to designate her husband and Amit felt as if lava was flowing in his veins : he was excited like hell! That was the perfect moment as he had intended to breed his wife again now! He had no consideration for her wrists still bound behind her back as he entered her pussy... He shoved his long cock into her slick pussy and saw it in and out with ever increasing fury. They both screamed at the same time when his balls emptied in her sizzling pussy. He just asked then... -I forgot to ask you, luv : when is your next fertile period due? -Just now, Amit! You may have just bred your loving wife today! Of course, it was a total lie : Lydia's next fertile period was in two weeks and a half, she knew it perfectly but Amit had no way to know... Lydia was becoming an expert at deceiving her husband! She felt even guiltier but he would never accept reality : she didn't like when Sir Nigam or any other man had taken her but she felt totally unable to tell them to get lost and she just opened her arms, her legs or her mouth for them all : she was a natural submissive girl and she just couldn't fight her deepest nature! After Amit left, Lydia expected no more visits and she was amazed when she saw Sujeet entering her home. -A surprise for you, Lydia! You thought I had disappeared from your life and that you could continue to enjoy being my father and Sir Nigam's fuck toy? But I was abroad securing a road to get the heroin I need for my customers. I would like to use you as a mule to transport heroin to India. You are so pretty that any custom officer will have his eyes focused on your butt or your cleavage and won't bother searching your wallet! -No chance, Sujeet! I won't ever smuggle drugs for you or anyone else! I should report you to the police but you are the son of my husband! -Shut up, bitch! Who are you to tell a man what he should or shouldn't do! I need the cash and I've killed men for a few thousand dollars! So killing a woman for a few hundred bucks wouldn't be a problem for me! You may have to change your point of view soon, slut! Sujeet slapped Lydia's face hard, leaving her sobbing on the floor. He told her he wanted to fuck her and drew out of his pocket a flick knife and put it against Lydia's throat. She was terrorized and stayed quiet. There was nothing she could do at the moment : Sujeet was stronger than she was and he had a dangerous weapon! She knelt down at his feet and licked the head of his cock. It was thick and large so she just could take the bulbous head in her mouth. She fondled the head with her tongue, taking progressively more of his cock in her mouth. She also used her hand to stroke playfully his cock as if he was her lover. When he found its place deep in her throat, she also pushed back the foreskin and started to lick his cockhead for her dear life. She wrapped her hand around Sujeet's cock. She had not to wait too long before he was on the verge of an explosive climax. Sujeet actively wanked his cock still deep in Lydia's mouth. He wanted to spew his first load in her mouth to mark her as his own... He was sure she would be quite successful as a mule for his drug trafficking but he had to destroy all her supports, starting with her husband Amit. He may be his father but family connections had no meaning for Sujeet. The only thing he really valued was money, especially US dollars... He had surveyed for several days Amit's house to be sure that Lydia would be alone at home and he had seen her being fucked by someone he knew rather well : Nigam, a former customer to whom he had previously provided escort girls for his company customers. Sujeet had heard them chatting and had discovered that Lydia was expecting a baby from her lover... As a dutiful son, he would inform his father of his wife's adultery... Amit would immediately sue for divorce and Lydia would turn to Nigam for support. Sujeet would then just have to make the scandal public so Nigam who was a married man would not dare supporting Lydia who would fall into his clutches like a dove! Sujeet was extremely proud of his devious schemes : he felt so superior to most ordinary, law abiding men : he would have sold his mother to a live of abject servitude for two hundred dollars, may be much less than that! He had even thought to give his father up to the police to get rid of him but Amit was so obdurately honest that nobody could involve him into anything illegal or even borderline! Such people could really be a pain in the ass! Lydia obediently swallowed the first jet of his cum into her throat but he wanted to humiliate her as completely as he could. He continued to rub his cock in her mouth and pulled out at the last moment so his second jet hit her left cheek and her left eye. The next stroke landed straight onto her hair. Lydia looked to have taken a very active part in a Roman orgy. He had a discreet camera and took pictures of her sorry face. The last stroke hit straight onto her chin and some cum dribbled down onto her cleavage. Lydia's marriage wouldn't resist that shameful photo... Sujeet smiled as he looked down at Lydia kneeling naked at his feet with cum dripping off her face. -You are really made to stay at the feet of a true man, Lydia! I want you to remain there on your four while I dress. Thanks for the nice blowjob! When I will have left, you may go to the river to take a much needed bath. Don't you dare finger yourself to an orgasm afterward : I want you to stay real horny for the next man who will visit you. You seem to act like a magnet for the best endowed males in the vicinity! This is just the beginning for you, Lydia : so expect me to come by anytime and I want you to follow all my orders to the letter. Catch you later! The attack against Lydia's marriage started soon after. Sujeet sent an anonymous letter to Amit, explaining that a neighbour had seen Lydia having sex in public with a stranger... A bank note was accompanying the letter, suggesting Amit to verify he was really the father of his new born son... Amit was so straight that he told of the letter to Lydia who volunteered for the tests. Amit was relieved that his first child was really his but Sujeet had also hinted in the letter that Lydia was pregnant with her second child. Amit knew it but wondered how the blackmailer could have discovered it. The MD made another series of tests and found the baby Lydia was carrying couldn't be Amit's. Lydia's husband didn't ask for explanations but he left the house on the next morning and left Lydia : they had never got married, so there was no need for a formal divorce... Amit just asked to keep his son and offered Lydia to visit him as often as she wanted but he wouldn't be present! Lydia was devastated and wept for days. Amit had declined to receive any explanations from her. She was thinking that the denunciation had come from Sujeet but she had no proofs against him! The local newspapers had received another anonymous letter announcing a scandal in the local high society and Sir Nigam seemed never to be available when Lydia tried to contact him. He seemed not to have forgotten her as she was receiving a bank transfer from England of one hundred dollars a week. In India, it's sufficient for a pregnant woman with no liabilities... Lydia didn't want to become a burden for her friends Aamir and Eesha, so she declined their offer to come and live with them... Sir Nigam didn't come to visit her anymore but Sujeet came nearly every day. He was very gentle and caring even though Lydia still suspected him to be at the origin of her separation from Amit... She had not even the beginning of a proof, just a simple suspicion and a motive... Lydia waited for nearly two months before accepting in despair a date with Sujeet... She had stayed home for that duration with no male company and it was awfully difficult for her who loved the company of self assertive men like Amit, Sir Nigam or his secretary. Even Sujeet was better than staying alone for another month. He advanced again his proposal to smuggle objects for him... Lydia had at this moment some money problem : A MD who was also a drug addict and a customer of Sujeet had accepted a bribe from his purveyor, was suspecting a case of spina bifida, a major malformation of the spinal chord... She needed to make some expensive medical tests and the little money she got was just sufficient for her basic needs... The test was finally paid by Sujeet and proved there had been no problem but there had been never any doubt about it... It had been intended just to frighten Lydia! After the dinner, Sujeet accompanied Lydia to a dance hall. She badly needed the distraction after such horrific fear. For the occasion, Sujeet had offered her a westerner outfit : a short flaring skirt that shamelessly exhibited her knees, hugged closely her hips and danced around her thighs with a low cut top that barely covered her navel. Lydia had never felt so sexy since her arrival in India... It had felt so natural to wear floor length sarees and Ghagras and have her midriff permanently exposed but the dance hall had a good air conditioner! After a few rock dances, she was out of breath when the DJ continued with a series of slow dances. Sujeet, who had given the DJ some shit to obey his discreet orders, jumped on the opportunity to start feeling her, concentrating on her rich curves Lydia had always been inordinately sensitive to men's fondling of her breasts, buttocks, pussy and ass. It had been a major cause of the development of her submissive tendencies : she loved tremendously to be felt and probed by men's callous hands. She always swiftly started to cum under the crudest caresses and soon got mad with lust when she just glimpsed an erect cock! She had turned into a sex addict and Amit, Aamir, Sir Nigam and his secretary had taken full advantage of her torrid sexual appetite. Even Sujeet had understood the combinations of buttons he needed to push to totally control her! Lydia had stopped dancing when Sujeet's insistent rubbing against her butt and her ass had has the desired effects. She had followed him to a deserted office. He had laid her on the desk, pushing aside the papers on the table. Sujeet had positioned himself between her legs and had lifted her feet in the air, letting them rest on his shoulders. He had placed his mouth on hers. It had not been out of love, just a way to completely silence her. Lydia was a screamer, shouting aloud when she was fucked and that could have attracted unwanted attention... There were people in nearby rooms and their arrival would have spoiled the moment for Sujeet... Lydia had crossed her legs behind his back to prevent him from dismounting. He had cummed in her pussy before turning her around to shove his cock into her tender ass. That was a way he really used with many of his drug addict customers. Sujeet had never been really interested in any of them. He just wanted to debase them and imprint in their minds that he was their master! Nothing else had the slightest importance! Lydia had been broken by that second loveless fucking. He had owned her completely but had covered her back with her discarded dress. She had really felt that she was just a tool for him and his strategy had paid off. She had whispered to him that she would transport drugs for him wherever he wanted. He had threatened earlier to kidnap her first son or her baby when she would have delivered it and kill it if she didn't follow his instructions. Lydia main concern was to protect her babies and she was ready to do anything to achieve that goal. She perfectly knew Sujeet would be ready to put his threats to action and she had no one to turn to for protection but she secretly promised to look for retaliation against Sujeet and Sir Nigam had told her she could be really devious... If the need arose, she would be ready to offer her own life for her babies!