2 comments/ 104465 views/ 16 favorites Good Morning India Ch. 01 By: dan57 The first adventure of Kira The plane from London had just landed on the airport of Jaipur. Kheyrah was glued to the cabin window. It was the first time she was traveling to India and she had dreamed of it for years. She had been fascinated by India, the beauty of the landscapes, the splendor of the palaces but even more by the glamour of Indian women in their sarees even when they were doing daily chores among garbage heaps. She had drawn in her India dream, her husband since two years. He had offered her several salwar kameez and a series of sarees along with plenty Indian jewelry baubles for belly dance. She had occasionally worn them for Christmas or other family parties. She wore more often the jewelry, when she had a belly dance performance in public. Kheyrah was French but of North African ascendancy which explained the darker shade of her skin when she compared it with her husband s Dan. At the time, she was 47 but she was taking so much attention to her skin and body that she looked ten of fifteen years less. She had no wrinkles. In addition, she had kept constant attention to her body for the last six years. She suddenly had decided to lose weight and asked for the help of a dietician. Often such treatment helps you to lose a few pounds you win back shortly after but she had an inordinate force of will. She had decided her ideal weight, 108 pounds and she had clung to her goal. She had lost in fifteen months forty pounds and watched her weight daily since. As Kheyrah had been practicing belly dancing around six hours a week and several more at home, her skin had not sagged at all. She had just lost some breasts to 36B and her measures had fallen to 36-30-36, not so bad for a woman of her age with two grown sons but she still felt herself fat. Clothes size had followed her weight loss and she could easily exchange sweaters with her husband s daughter. - Honey, it s fantastic, we are in India, at last and did you hear the pilot. The temperature is 30¡ Celsius. In France, when we boarded the plane, it was freezing. - I wish you have followed my advice just to pack something warm for the return and take only light clothes. - I took two salwar kameez and one saree. - It s amply sufficient, we will buy what we need when we arrive at our first stopping place. Our travel guide will tell us where to find what you need. When they entered the airport arrival hall, Kheyrah took the arm of her husband. - Look, Darling, most of the women wear sarees. Look at the fabulous colours and how beautiful they look. - It s so hot that I understand why they wear sarees. I would if I could but I will buy a kurtha : it s something cool for men. - I know but the sarees are so fantastic I would like to buy several ones. And I took just two petticoats and two cholis. I will need several others with matching colors - If you want and we will ask the guide or the shop manager how to wear properly a saree. With your somewhat dark skin, your long black hair, you could easily pretend to be a native. - Maybe but you need practice to wear a saree. I have never worn one more than two hours and mostly sitting at a table. You give me an idea. Let s make a deal. - What do you propose? - If you manage to wear sarees properly, I propose that you wear only them during our whole travel. No European skirts or tops, OK? - Why not, I would love it. - If the guide finds you of sufficiently Indian appearance, I would even ask him to give you an Indian surname. You could pretend to be coming back to discover your roots. - It would be marvelous to have roots here. The guide, named Rajiv was OK with Kheyrah whole project. There was a shop near the hotel who sold good quality sarees for daily uses as well for ceremonies such as weddings or parties or even religious gatherings. They also sold petticoats and cholis of different matter, some embroidered cotton and even some Lycra form fitting cholis. Rajiv accompanied them to the shop as the shop dealer spoke Hindi only. Kheyrah did not take the Lycra cholis. You could see through the fabric her nipples and she found it obscene. Rajiv had tried to convince her but she had been adamant. Rajiv had much less difficulties to have her choose short sleeved and low neck line cholis. He found the french woman rather hot with her ample cleavage but she seemed not to mind. Rajiv insisted that she wore a mandalsutra as befitted her married status. - Now I will explain you how to wear a saree : you fold it once around your belly, then make seven folds this way. Then you push the cloth under the petticoat just to cover your legs. Yes your feet are visible. I advise you to use thongs rather than European style shoes, especially the high heels one. They are nice on a flat surface like the hotel lobbies but not very practical on uneven surfaces. Not so. Push down your petticoat. It s more sexy to show your navel. I will help you. - No. Hey. You push it too low. You touched my. Uhh. You figure - Sorry, I just wanted it to look perfect. - No big problem. Just take care! - You know that it will be the first time that a woman in my group wears only sarees during the travel. You will get accustomed to it quite fast. If you need some help, just call for me! - Thank you, mister Rajiv. How must we address you? - For your husband and the ingother tourists, Mister Rajiv or Rajiv will be OK. But if you want me to condone you pretend to be Indian, you should use my nickname, Raj. - Thank you again, Raj. What would please you? - Umphhh. If you really care for it, I would appreciate some help from you during the bus transfers. I will explain when we are in the bus. Just know that it will be in full accordance with you being an Indian woman. You will need just a few accessories, on the travel agency account. I will buy them for you.. See you later. - Bye, Raj The travel schedule included three nights in the same hotel to allow travelers to discover India life, to purchase a few souvenirs, to photograph anything they cared and to taste the many vegetarian food available. The second day, Kheriana felt already as if she had always worn sarees. She could not understand the other woman travelers who kept steadfastly their European clothing. One of them even made a remark to Kheyrah. - How can you degrade yourself down to wearing such revealing clothes? It s obscene! - Look, plenty of women wear the same outfit! - They are Indian! You are European, don t forget it. - Sorry to interrupt this discussion, my ladies, - Rajiv came to her rescue- But this young woman is of Indian origin even if she married a French man. Her Indian name is Kira. The woman was amazed and looked with despise to Dan who didn t care a damn for this goddamn racist. She never even acknowledged his presence anymore and Dan was not sad about it. As everyone in the group had heard the conversation, she was now Kira for everyone, even the reception staff and a few customers present in the lobby during this unfortunate event. Now for the group, she was officially an Indian woman even though she spoke no hindi. The women in the group gossiped about her. - Look! This little Keri wears so magnificently her saree. I should have noticed it before. No European woman could wear it so gracefully. It swivels around her. - You are right. Perhaps we could ask her to show us how to wear it properly. I would not mind to wear such a garment in full summer at home or even in the garden. - But what if there is a gale? - Same problem with long skirts but they wear underneath a more form fitting garment named petticoat. So her modesty would be protected. Dan and Keri (we will keep that name for the rest of the story) were silently laughing when hearing such comments and Rajiv was not far from sharing their merriment. They did not notice the entrance of a young Indian woman with a pile of cartons that completely obscured her vision. She collided with Dan and Keri with the mandatory result of covering the floor with the contents of the cartons : many superb silk garments. Dan and Keri jumped to the help of the poor young woman who was on the point of falling into tears. In a few minutes, all the cartons had been repaired but a few were smashed above potential fixing. Dan and Keri proposed to her to help carrying the cartons to her room while she would take care of the clothes that had not found a suitable box. The young woman was happy from their help. She reached her room and offered Dan and Kerri to have a drink with her in her room. They agreed. The room was much bigger than their own and was superbly furnished with silk curtains and even a Chinese silk carpet on the floor. Dan whistled in a typical French gesture of admiration. - You must be very wealthy to have such a palatial room. - Not especially myself but my family as a whole, yes. My uncle is one of the vice presidents of India. We are having a wedding tonight and I carried the last pieces of clothing. - I am even more sorry to have caused this collision. - I am the culprit. I should have asked for help from the reception. You are very gracious to have come to my rescue. - Noblesse oblige, for French citizens. We always take pride in helping young women. - I would like to really thank you. Would you like to attend the wedding. It s rather spectacular in India even the first night? - Why not. But we do not have garments suitable for a formal wedding of such an importance. - We may have a problem with you. I will ask to Uncle Kyrhan. He is about your size but for your wife. - Her name is Keri. She is French. Funny their names look alike! - She has an Indian look, just somewhat unusual. She has an Indian sounding name and she is wearing a saree as if she had always worn one. She walks so prettily with it!!! - Rather normal : she is an artist. She is a bellydancer and she is used to perform in public. But it s Egyptian type belly dancing not Indian type. - Fantastic. Could she present something in front of the bride and groom. That would be quite exotic for us. - Beware Arabian belly dancing shows much more skin than Indian. You may be shocked. - Surely not. We are modern people. A saree covers the legs but you have never seen a woman crossing a ford : she bunches her saree around her ankles and shows most of her legs and nobody cares and go to Benares: women take baths fully clothed. When they get out, the garments cling to their wet body and a saree is just plain chiffon. You can see their nipples and often their sex quite clearly through the fabric. Kira then intervened. - OK If you wish I can perform tonight. I have a complete outfit. I had planned to dance for my husband once or twice during the travel. Wouldn t it be objectionable for your family if I remained with my outfit? - I fear that you would draw most attention from the bride. She is my eldest sister. My name is Ranu, by the way. And I happen to have a silk wedding saree I wore last year. You may take it. Thus three hours later, Kira and Dan were in the middle of a mind boggling reception with lavish costumes and food. Dan was wearing a black lenghi while Kira was wearing the white silk saree Ranu had provided her. Every one marveled when they were informed that she had been wearing a saree really the last two days only. Ranu came to ask Keri to prepare for her performance. She had chosen a tune she had presented many times and could dance even half asleep with no rehearsals. The dance mesmerized the audience. The groom and the bride came to thank Keri and they asked her for another dance. She agreed, just telling them that she had not taken another outfit. The second dance was longer and more sensual. With the last notes, she fell on her knees in front of the newlyweds. There was a moment of silence then a thunder of applauses. The audience had been delighted. Keri fled to an adjoining room with Ranu to change. While Keri was away, a gray haired man came toward Dan. - A very sensual performance, I want to thank you in the name of the whole family. - You had better thank Kira. She was the performer. - Yes but you are her husband, I have been told and you allowed your wife to perform among several hundred men who now will fantasize about her for several months. I confess that even myself felt my heart jump when she knelt in front of the groom. I would have given a lot of rupees to have her perform just for myself. Keri had gone back. She had heard the grey man sentence. - Ranu has told me that you are her uncle. You agreed to invite us. You will not have to give a lot of rupees : I will dance tomorrow for free, just for you and for my husband if you care. - I will take you to your word. I will invite you for dinner. Meeting point in the lobby at 7 PM. Expect to be back at the hotel around 2 or 3 AM. - No great problem. Our bus leaves around 2 PM. Just will have to prepare the luggage. - I can have it done for you while we discuss and watch. Keri. dance for us if it suits you. - Perfect for us. - Good. I have had a discussion with your guide Rajiv. I gathered that you have decided that Keri will not wear her European clothes during your stay in India. - I did not remember telling him but it s true. - So I can propose you to leave anything you will not need at my home. You will travel lighter. You will be back at the hotel at the end of next week and during the last three days at the end of your journey. I invite you again at my home on these four occasions. You may even sleep in my house. I will arrange with the hotel to have the nights and meals repaid to you and with Rajiv to have him deposit and take you at my house. You will not have to bother to get back to the hotel and I will drop you at the airport. Agreed? - Thank you but may I ask the reason of such generous offers. - The beauty of your wife, the ease with which she wears a saree and the sensuality of her dance. I will be frank with you : Two centuries ago, when my ancestors were Radjahs, they would have you executed and your wife sent to their harem to pleasure them for some time but modern times are less hazardous. The day after, Dan and Kira spent the morning and the early afternoon sightseeing in the town. Dan was uneasy with Kyrhan s hermetic assertions but Kira laughed to his fears. - Don t be afraid. He just made a joke. Don t fret about it. They found in their room when they came back a new superb red with gold incrusts silk saree for Kira with a matching silk choli. Both fabric were as thin as Kira s dance veils. The choli was so form fitting that she could not wear anything underneath. There was a suit for Dan too, showing off his large chest and strong arms. They were in the lobby precisely at seven PM when Ranu entered the room accompanied by her uncle. She was joyful and kissed Dan on the cheek and Kira straight on the lips. Kira was amazed but Ranu had flown to Dan s side and she had placed her arm under his. Kyrhan proposed his arm to Kira and they went to the limousine. They were two bench seats covered in black silk facing each other. Ranu took the forward bench, signaling Dan to take the seat next to her. Her uncle proposed Kira the seat in diagonal to her husband. The car departed. Ranu began to chat about what they had visited and what they had bought. Kyrhan looked calmer and chatted with Dan and Kira alternatively. Their apprehension gradually dwindled. The meal was sumptuous although there was no meat nor fish but the food was marvelous. The women were given just fruit juices but the men had Champagne and other drinks. Dan remarked that Ranu alone made the service. He inquired about it to Kyrhan. He replied quite amiably. - Remember that in India women primary role is to serve men and their secondary role is to give them as many children as they are able. My own daughter got married nine years ago and had provided her husband with nine children. I am very proud of her. I wish that Ranu will be as prolific. Kira decided to help Ranu for the service. Ranu chose a moment when they were together preparing the next dish to whisper to Kira s ears. - I will serve Dan. Please, serve my uncle and everything will be perfect. The meal was rather long, and Kira soon took the habit of caring only for Kyrhan and it was not a sinecure to get the food for himself and herself, refill his glass, fetch the bread, serve the sauces. An Indian wife even in a wealthy family had plenty of work especially when there was a formal visit. She came to regret that the party was not bigger, at least, there would have been waiters to help. When the fruits have been served, Kyrhan asked for Kira to dance for them. She danced six dances, finally falling to the feet of Kyrhan, out of breath. She had been concentrated on her choreography and had not followed what the attendants were doing. She found Kyrhan s hand helping her to stand. - It was fantastic, my pretty dancing girl. May I help you to the other room to change. You may take a shower to freshen up. Ten minutes later, she was back in the room, in top form. The room lights had been dimmed and Ranu was singing what looked live love songs in a mellow tone. She was a great singer. Kira went to take her seat next to Kyrhan. He had moved and sat just in the middle of the bench. She approached in the dark. - Sorry. I would like to sit down. - I will help you in the dark. She felt his left hand taking her right one then he made her walk in front of him. His left hand suddenly caught her left hip. She surmised it was an error in the dark but his grip on her hip was very strong and he pulled her slowly but sternfully back toward him. She found herself soon sitting between his outspread legs, her back toward him and facing her husband. Kyrhan whispered to her ears. - Hush. Listen to Ranu. Ranu was launched in a new series of love songs that seemed to have an erotic meaning. She did not understand the meaning but the sensuality of the voice was clear. In the dim light, Kira could see Ranu, nearly lying against Dan s chest and her mouth just inches from his one. Kira tried desperately to see whether they kissed one another or not. She was so concentrated that she did not feel Kyrhan s hands, sneaking under her saree, reaching her choli, puching up the elastic fabric. In her elated spirit, she had not noticed that the choli had been replaced by a Lycra model. Now, Kyrhan was cupping her breasts using two fingers to knead her nipples. Kira had always her nipples very sensitive. She even rarely accepted that her husband caressed them. This night, she must have been very receptive as she let Kyrhan do as he wished with her nipples. and she felt unable to oppose his lewd caresses on her breasts. She felt herself getting wet down there and her belly felt heavier than usual. She let it happen, just enjoying the sensual moment. In a matter of minutes, she was panting breathlessly, pressing her back against Kyrhan chest, allowing him complete access to her breasts. The expected outcome arrived soon. She cummed in his arms, just having her nipples caressed. She screamed in bliss without a thought for her husband who was not ten feet apart. Her climax was much stronger than those her husband usually gave her. She was so enthralled that she did not notice that Dan had not moved when she had screamed. If there had been enough light, she would have seen that Ranu had kissed Dan on the lips and she had taken his cock in her hand earlier. Now she was caressing his shaft delicately. Kira did not either hear Kyrhan telling to Dan. - You may take my niece to her bedroom. Use only her mouth or her ass : she is a virgin. Meet us around noon for lunch.Your wife will be ready to depart after lunch tomorrow. Dan did not object at all and followed Ranu to her bedroom. They were exchanging smiles in total bliss. Good Morning India Ch. 01 Kira had just emerged from her high when she felt Kyrhan s left hand begin to fully envelop her left breast while his right hand was beginning to caress her cunt lips. Her own juices were oozing from her cunt like fresh water from a tap. Kyrhan had very deft fingers as she felt totally weak in his hands. She just yearned for his caresses, ready to open herself totally to this man she had just met the day before. She felt the first stirs of an impending climax in her belly. Hours later, she fainted while he was pushing two fingers in her virgin anal passage. He had fucked her mouth four times, her cunt three times but had finger fucked her cunt just once. When she woke up, she felt like a woman gangbanged by a group of bikers although she perfectly knew that he had been quite gentle with her. She just felt completely used and that seemed to make her very submissive. Kyrhan spoke with them about their future when Dan and Ranu joined them. They were hugging one another. Kira felt somewhat jealous but she could not say anything as Kyrhan had not allowed her to wear her knickers and his hand had sneaked under her saree and his fingers were toying with her cunt lips and her clit so marvelously that she clenched her teeth together to prevent herself to screaming her pleasure. - I will try to be quite direct : I don t intend to break up your marriage, be sure of it, Dan. I am just trying to improve it. You, Kira, happen to love India but you never were in direct contact with our way of life. You need an Indian man to train you. Your guide Rajiv perfectly suits your needs. Kira especially needs also a more dominant self assertive man to spur her forward. I have chosen that task when she danced at the wedding. But India has darker aspects we cannot make you feel in two weeks. You would have to spend one or two years here. For example, often Indian women are persecuted by their mother who think they are not worthy to have married their sons with daily humiliations. In addition, many in laws are doing their best to fuck the young woman. In rural India, where there is a dramatic lack of nubile girls, a new bride may have to service all her inlaws needs. We will try to make you experience such feelings of frustration, defilement, abuse but to a limited level as every night, you will have the loving help of your husband. I will just ask him not to interfere during the day. - yes, Sir - You should call me guru as I am leading you or more appropriate for an European woman, Master. - yes, Master. - Good. Just another question : from our recent encounter, I surmise that you have never been ass fucked. am Icorrect? - Yes, Master - Perfect, Tell Rajiv and Dan, if the need arises that your arse deloration is my privilege. I will take your last virginity soon. Afterwards, I will offer your ass to anyone I choose. Dan will have to wait to be in the plane to have it but he will enjoy it everyday if he cares afterward. He then gave her a few instructions for the next week. - Dan had been right when he decided that you are not to wear anything but sarees. In addition, you will no more wear any panties as long as you are in India, just blouses, petticoats and sarees. As you are per choice an Indian woman, you are not to eat meat or fish. Rajiv will instruct you on the meal preparation. Concentrate on it as you will have to prepare meals for Dan and yourself when back in Europe. For everything else, just conform to Rajiv s orders. Everything he tells you to do will be a part of the training you are following. When you leave to Europe in two weeks and a half, You will decide whether you forget me and return to your habits or follow my advices and maybe meet me again for further training. Kira nodded without commenting. The bus left as scheduled at half past 2 PM. Rajiv had given her an old rather worn saree. - The trip will last three hours with a stop around 4 PM for drinks, tea and toilets. I will require your help for the whole duration. You may dirty your saree. Better not use fancy ones like those you have bought. Kira wondered whether the saree had been washed. At least it was reasonably clean and not ragged. Before departure, Rajiv told her to clean the bus. She dutifully got rid of the garbage, cleaned the dust bins and the ashtrays. She swept the floor and cleaned the windows. When he decided that the bus was sufficiently clean, Rajiv remarked she was dirty. He told her to take a dip in the river and wash her hair that was quite dishevelled by the previous heavy duty work. Kira looked puzzled : Was she expected to wash herself in front of all the passengers. She was too shy for it. Rajiv saw her indecision and just pushed her in the river. Kira spit water when she surfaced. Rajiv launched her a soap. - You can wash your body, your hair and your saree while wearing it. You have just five minutes. Kira had never been in such a hurry. She quickly soaped her hair and her body. She discovered that wearing no knickers was interesting when having to soap herself so fast. She swam somewhat upstream to find cleaner water to rinse herself and her saree. The bus engine started. She jumped out of water, without bothering to notice that all her curves were outlined by her dripping clothes. She had to comb her hair in the bus, just a few feet from Dan who took a few photographs of her. Rajiv told her to hurry. He ushered her to a small cabin where he lived under the main cabin. There was a bed, the sheets of which had not been changed for weeks. There was garbage and refuse everywhere. Dirty garments littered the floor and the table. - Clean my bedroom, Kira and hurry up. Fortunately the bedroom was tiny : she needed just about half an hour to tidy the room. When she had finished her task, the room was rather clean, there were two big bags of litter and two other ones with soiled garments. - Good, Kira, you are a good housewife. I could think of marrying you. Now wash my clothes. You have just an hour. There was no electric machine just a sink and cold water soap. She cleaned as thoroughly as possible the clothes. Some of them had a terrible stench. One hour later, All the clothes were drying on hangers. Several of them would need mending when dry. Kira had found a bottle of perfume with some liquid remaining. The room now had a welcoming appearance and the stench had been replaced with a fine perfumed scent.. Even Rajiv had to appraise her work. - I never thought you would obtain such a result. Next time, we will take it a step further : you will wash my clothes in the river. It s a much more difficult task. - But why? The fabric is clean. - Yes but in most villages, you still don t have running water. I was told to train you as a traditional Indian woman. We don t have time to have you working in fields. Maybe, if you come back, some day.. - I would like but it seems so hard - You would manage. Before we stop for a drink, I would like a massage of my back. - I ve never. - No problem. I will give you instructions. Rajij laid flat on the stomach on his bed he had covered with a thick towel. - Kira, take off your saree and your blouse. You may keep your petticoats but they may be soiled. Better to remove them too. Now coat your breasts with the massage oil. Yes, knead your nipples. When they are the size of cherries, you may proceed. Good, just graze first my back with the tip of your nipples. A pleasure. Now push down and begin to caress my whole back. Good. Sure you never tried it with your husband? - Never, Raj. - You must be a natural. Now glide slowly from my neck down to my buttocks, always with your tits hanging vertically. When you will have reached my bottom, you will start again this time squashing your boobs on my back. - Kira breasts were hurting but she tried her best to please him. - Oh you are so good you have given me a hard on. A second. I am turning on my back. Now you straddle me facing to my feet. - No I won t jilt my husband! - You have to. It s Kyrhan orders. You must obey all my orders. - Yes - My orders are for the time being, you are to be fucked by this cock with no mercy. You were told that being fucked by strangers was a part of your training and humiliation, too. - You are right. I will obey to Kyrhan. - good. Just bend slightly forward to let me have a look to your ass hole. - Kyrhan has told me he would take what he called my last virginity himself before I leave for France. - I will not cross him. I don t know whether he intends to do it this week or the next one but he will not forget it. Just don t let Dan take it away from him. - I think my husband respects the will of the old chap. - Hush. My cock is just under your cunt. Now just bore down on me. Ohhh. You are tight for a mother of two!!! - Ahha! Just go slowly.. Uh. I am not used to have it so brutally. Please!!! - You fuck for my pleasure, remember. It s you who must adjust, not me. - Ohh you are a beast!!! - It seems you love it! Don t lie, bitch, you are dripping. Ohhh.. It comes. Yes I am cumming. you will take it all deep inside. - Yes, Raj,. Empty your load in my womb. You may, It s safe.Yes. Fill me up. Oh I.. I m cumming too,.. OHHHHH! As soon as he caught his breath, Rajiv caught Kira s shoulder - Wake up, lazy, you have still work to do. You are learning your true role in life, to totally serve Indian men.Now get up and go in the kitchen to prepare tea and coffee. We will arrive in ten minutes. Rajiv did not allow her to clean herself or even freshen up. - You have a very pleasing Òjust fuckedÓ look. Keep it. You screamed so strongly that all the passengers have heard what we were doing. Maybe some of the passengers would like to take advantage of you after the pause. for fifty dollars. - You. You want to. to prostitute me? - Not at all. I will invite friends in my room and allow them to take their pleasure with you. They can fuck you for free but it s the habit of thanking the man who provides the girl by giving him money and you will not be cheap. Some peasant girls offer themselves for ten or twenty dollars. And it s good for your training : being fucked by people from your tourist group will be very humiliating for you, I am sure of it. When they stopped, Kira had prepared the tee and the coffee. She was wearing a new saree, something prettier than her work saree. Rajiv had her put on a Lycra blouse that was nearly see through. All the passengers could watch her nipples through the flimsy fabric. Some of the men showed an evident interest for her boobs. Rajiv told them she would be available during the last travel hour at fifty dollars for a quarter of an hour. One of the passengers exclaimed that it was quite a bargain for such a fine piece of meat. For some reason she felt flattered. Finally four passengers had the opportunity to visit her until they arrived and the last one was. her husband Dan. - I wanted to know how you were faring. I gathered that you will have to clean the bus while I check in at the hotel. Rajiv has told me to leave you a clean saree and blouse. I doubt the staff would let you in with what you are wearing. - Oh thank you, Dan. I apologize to you : I had so much work that I could not spare a minute with you this afternoon. - Being an Indian woman is not so easy, it seems. - Sure, this night, I will be exhausted but you will have to treat me as an Indian wife. I have understood what it encompassed. - That is? - Force me to service you as many times as you care and if you fancy it, call for the room service waiter and have him fuck me on a table, on the floor or even standing against the wall. Don t care for my pleasure or comfort. Just seek your own pleasure. - I love the idea but I have a raging hard on and I am about to fuck you on Rajiv s bed. - You paid for it. I must abide to the orders of my Indian master, sir. Kira cleaned the bus in minutes as its previous sorry state had been just the result of months of neglect. Rajiv ordered her to accompany him to the shower room. She undid her saree and her blouse once more. She helped him out of his dirty clothes, applied soap liberally on her breasts and brushed them vigorously against his body to clean him without her hands. She cleaned his cock and his ass hole with her mouth before rinsing him first then herself. Rajiv had not given her any orders. She had done it all on her own. Her last task was to prepare food for Rajiv s dinner. She had never tried Indian cooking but Rajiv was satisfied with a soup and some beans in a curry sauce. He then at last sent her away, telling her to be at the bus door the next day around 8 AM even though the departure time was an hour later. She hurried to join Dan just after she had put on the saree her husband had left for her. On the way, she felt big globs of semen, oozing from her freshly fucked cunt gliding along her legs. Rajiv had opted for a quickie seeing her in a fancy gold embroidered saree. He could not resist her sex appeal and she felt proud about it. Kira followed similar routine for the following days. Now Rajiv sported clean, ironed garments. They were piled in cupboards in his bedroom and have been perfectly mended when necessary. Rajiv had offered her once to a trucker he had met in a bar and twice to the bus driver and every day to the other travelers of the group. He himself used her mouth or her cunt two or three times a day. Once they had to travel by bus through the night. and she had slept with Rajiv on his bed. She had been given a pillow for that special occasion, the first attention from the young guide. The temperature rarely dropped under 22¡ Celsius so Kira had slept naked. Rajiv had been tireless, fucking her every hour or half hour. They both had little sleep that night. After a particularly hot bout with Rajiv, Kira had fought the urge to sleep and left to meet Dan. She had been more daring than usual, crossing the whole bus in the middle of the night stark naked. Hher husband Dan was snoring quietly. She shook him awake and made him put his fingers up her cunt to show him it was filled by a sticky white gooey. She took tissues to wipe herself clean and straddled him. - Hurry up. Rajiv will wake up in about a quarter of an hour. I must be ready for him in his bedroom. Dan did his best in five minutes and added a big load to what had been injected into her cunt. Kira proceeded back to Rajiv s bedroom when a hand darted and caught hers. One of the travelers was awake and had seen her. She expected him to make a fuss when he drew her on his lap. She felt that he had untied his trousers and they were down to his heels. Good, he was ready to fuck her and she would still be in time for Raj. When she arrived ten minutes later, Rajiv was waiting on his side on the bed. - Where have you been? - I took a walk in the bus and two passengers fucked me. - Who were they? - Don t know in the dark. - A pity you did not ask for a fee. I would have loved to increase my savings - I thought that you were not my pimp, that you gave me for free and just received money gifts for using me? - Never mind. I will give you something to reward your performances in the bus. - OK but for Dan, it will be free from now on. - Granted. Now what about a nice slow blow job. Your cunt would be dripping. Let it drain out. You will just clean the floor tomorrow morning. with your tongue, of course. - You are a pervert but I love it now. Kira was thinking to Kyrhan later in the morning. They would be back in his city the day after. The bus would drop her and Dan to his house for a single day. He might take her anal virginity as he had announced or postpone it to the next week. She was yearning to be totally his although she feared the ensuing pain. Whatever his decision, she knew in her heart that she would be thoroughly used and she was getting wetter and wetter to the prospect. Good Morning India Ch. 02 The bus dropped Dan and Kira in front of Kyrhan's house. Kira was in a sorry state. Although he knew that they were invited by Kyrhan, maybe because he was jealous of her acquaintance with the powerful official, Rajiv had suddenly changed her routine. For the previous last bus rides, he had offered Kira for fifty dollars to four or five bus passengers during their last hour of bus ride. they had her during a quarter of an hour each. This time, Rajiv had closed the small dining room in the base floor of their two decker bus from 2 PM. They were scheduled to arrive around 4PM. Rajiv had organized for her coming home a gang bang with eight paying customers plus himself and Dan. This time all the participants would be together in the same room. Maybe he had wanted to shame in public Kira's husband but he had failed. Dan had watched avidly the scene. Rajiv had prevented Kira to take off her saree. He had simply made her on her back on the table without even a cushion for her head. He had pushed up her choli and lifted the hem of her saree to exhibit her shaven cunt. Kira had not tried to resist or hinder his preparation. Rajiv had opened his fly and told everyone that they could fuck her cunt, her mouth and her tits at will. He proposed the attendants to give her a cum bath at the end. They loved the idea and tried their best. Some used her mouth or her cunt on their own while the other ones watched them. Other tried to double teamed her mouth and her cunt. They seemed to enjoy it and Kira seemed to find there her own pleasure from the moans and screams that she emitted. Two attendants proposed fifty more dollars for her ass but Rajiv forbid it. At least, he was still fearing Kyrhan's wrath. The curtains had been left wide open and the other buses honked when they saw a woman being fucked mercilessly in full view. It was an unusual spectacle in the somewhat conservative India. Fortunately, there were no cops on the road. At the end of the ride, Kira had sperm globs everywhere on her belly, her tits, her face, her hair and her saree was sticky with sperm. Her choli has been used by one of the men to wipe her overflowing cunt and his own cock. It was covered too by a white goo. Kira looked as if she has just been raped by a team of bikers. Rajiv threw her out of the bus in Dan's arms. Her breasts were naked Rajiv threw the choli to Kira and the bus departed in front of bewildered passers by.. Dan helped her to a somewhat secluded place surrounded by a few trees. A few young men ogled Kira from a distance. Kira did her best to wipe away the goo on her face, breasts and tummy and to clean as much as possible her soiled and hopelessly torn choli. There was a guard at the house entrance. He allowed Dan to enter but forbid Kira to get in. - You are reeking with cum. Go and wash yourself before asking to be allowed in Prince Kyrhan's home, slut. The man was stubborn but Kira had no choice. Dan had to enter and contact Kyrhan to let her in. Ten minutes later, the guard telephone rang. - Hello! Oh, Prince, it's the guard on duty! Yes a woman in rags, covered with sperm. OK. She has to take the servant's entrance in the back of the house. I will tell her. The guard was just a bit less disdainful. - The Prince has guests in his lobby. You may not enter the main door but you can enter through the staff door in the back of the house. Your friend will await you there. - Is it far? - Half a mile, I am afraid. Now get away, you are oozing fluids and soiling the floor. If you were not so dirty, I would have told you to wash it. The walk was not very long but she had to face the contempt of many men and especially women along the sidewalks. When she passed a building in construction, her hand was snatched by a strong arm and she was pulled inside. She screamed in fear. - Hush, Kira, it's just me, Rajiv. - Oh Rajiv, you scared me to death and I hate you for having thrown me out of the bus in this story state. - Just a part of your training. You have to accept any abuse from your husband. - You are not my husband! - I would have loved to, but Kyrhan has been specific : I was to act in the most unkind fashion. Now you will have to accept anything and even worse from the man in charge of you. - Worse? - Yes : But I had not finished with you. You are in for the ultimate humiliation I can conceive. On your knees on the ground! Kira was so much used to obey every whimsy from Rajiv that she jumped on her knees with her hands crossed behind her back as she had been trained. She opened her lips in a perfect O, preparing for just another blow job like those Raj had imposed on her during the previous days. Raj dutifully opened his fly, taking his huge cock in his hands. He aimed it toward her mouth then stopped short. Kira was surprised. She had expected Rajiv's lingam (she was beginning to use Indian words) in her mouth, unless he wanted to spew on her face once more. Kira froze when she felt a powerful jet hit her directly on the chin then in her open mouth. She swallowed not to choke. The bastard was peeing on her. She felt paralyzed and did not attempt to flee the yellow stream until it drained itself. Rajiv pushed his cock in her mouth. - You may thank me. I have rinsed your face from semen. OK your saree is now wet with pee but you have just two hundred yards to walk to reach your destination. See you Monday morning at 7 AM precisely at Kyrhan s door. And quit this building soon. I have paid the workers for a quarter of an hour. If they come back before you leave, they may keep even a pee dripping slut like you for another couple of weeks. When he left, she followed him in a hurry and run for the house entrance. Her clothes were clinging to her body and leaving droplets of smelling liquid but she did not care any more. She was sobbing and crying. Dan and Kyrhan were waiting in front of the house. - Ahhh, Kira! Where have you been? You needed so much time to arrive here? but you stench horribly! - It's Rajiv. He caught me on the way and pushed me in a building site. He told me that the cum bath was to humiliate me, to train me to accept any humiliation from you Dan and I suppose from you, Kyrhan, too. and he peed on my face as the ultimate humiliation as he told me. - Rajiv seems to be very rough but the treatment seems effective. Look at you. Kira realized that she had not jumped in their arms for comfort. She had fallen on her knees in front of them and reported her adventure with her eyes closed, her head bent nearly to touch their shoes. Her nipples were engorged and taut. She could not deny being inordinately excited. Kyrhan took the initiative. - If you are so much turned on by humiliation, we will give you aplenty. Now get in. Dan, you take her to the car washing area. You hose her thoroughly to clean the mess. Use cold tap water. It will cool her somewhat. Don't forget to hose her cunt. Push the plastic tube inside her to her cervix and rinse her mouth - And for her hair? - I will have hair soap delivered to you in a minute. When she is clean, discard her saree, her petticoats and her blouse. I want her in my office in a quarter of an hour. - What clothes must she put on? - A woman who had withstood a cum bath, public exposure and a pee bath should not have problems to walk through my house in front of the whole staff, don't you think so, Kira? Kira nodded absent mindedly. A quarter of an hour later, Dan entered Kyrhan's office with his naked wife on tow. - Please, take a seat, Dan. No you, Kira, you remain standing. - Yes, sir - Have you really found your place in the universe? Do you think that Sir would be adequate to address me? Don't forget I am training you to be a perfect wife for my friend Dan. - I know, Master. - It's better! Now Dan will leave us until tomorrow morning. Ranu is waiting just behind this door. You are lucky, Dan. She seems to have developed a crush on you. She has booked tables at some of the best restaurants of the city and to a spectacle the two of you will appreciate, I am sure of it. Bye - Thank you, sir. See you later, Kira love. When he opened the door to leave, they could hear a scream of pleasure and the ruffle of feet toward the door. Ranu was really waiting for Dan in earnest. Kira felt a new jolt of jealousy thinking of the prim and proper Ranu who had escaped the cum bath as well as the water sports. Kyrhan must have been able to read in her mind as he told her: - Don't be jealous. In one week, you will have again your Dan totally for yourself and remember he has to face limitations with Ranu. He may use her mouth, her tits or her ass but I have strictly forbidden him to use her virgin cuntÉ I intend to deflower her myselfÉ - But you are her uncle!! - Not so important in this country. I deflowered also her sister you met at her marriage as I will deflower you tonight! - AhÉ You decided to do it todayÉ Isn't it a bit late at more than forty five to be deflowered? - There is a Chinese proverb saying that late blossoms are the most beautiful. - Will it hurt? - Any defloration begins by some pain and ass defloration is always the most painful. But ass defloration at forty five needs not to be more painful than at eighteen like Ranu. It just takes longer. A side advantage with you is that you will probably remain tighter than she is for the rest of your life. I intend to often enjoy your tight arsehole in the coming years until my death. A scream of ecstasy echoed in the adjoining room and interupted him. - Your husband Dan has jumped on the opportunity. I imagine he is at this very instant ramming Ranu's ass. Imagine yourself screaming in such a delighted tone tomorrow and everyday for the years to come. I associate such screams with those of a woman giving birth. - Shut up, you give me regrets. - Why? - Dan and myself are too old to have babies and I will not be able to soon. - Rubbish! Oriental and Occidental medicine have found ways around. If that is a problem for you, I will have my own doctor treat you next week before you leave for France. You will be able to deliver babies for at least ten years. But at a condition! - Which one? - You will stop immediately any contraceptive treatment and let nature work with you. Dan will have the first honor then I will require the same privilege at least twice. I have had no children, no official ones at least. - It would be an honor for me to give as many children he wishes to my master. I half expected before today that you would tell me to throw away my pills to take advantage of one of the last opportunities to impregnate me. - Good. You are beginning to feel really Indian : we think here that women are on Earth to serve their men AND to provide them with many children. The empty womb of a healthy pretty woman is an offense to all mankind in my idea. Kira felt elated at the idea of giving birth again to babies, especially for her beloved husband and for the man who had opened for her a completely new life. Before meeting Kyrhan, she would have laughed at the idea of fucking other men or having anal relations and now she was regularly fucked by Rajiv she did not like but appeared to be a good trainer according to Kyrhan who had takn her so many times not counting the twenty or thity men Rajiv had offered her to in two weeks and she was quite sure that she would be ass fucked royally in a few hours. She had wanted to come to India and it had changed dramatically her life in a matter of a few days. - What am I to do, Master? Shall I put on a new saree or remain naked? Do you want I take your beautiful Lingam in my mouth or in my cunt? - No dear! Go and take a bath, wash your hair. Try to have your best appearance tonight. You will officially represent India this evening. I will have the most beautiful saree I have found brought in the bed room in a minute. It will be my gift to you. Would you also be kind enough to wear tonight some of my family best jewelry. A superb woman in the most beautiful outfit and the richest baubles is a sure way to impress people, even if some of them are friends. Kyrhan went to the bed room to help her choose the adequate pieces of jewellery. Some of the gems were mind boggling with a perfect emerald bigger than Kira's fist, a necklace with a big diamond that irradiated. Nothing seemed too beautiful for him. Kira did not choose the biggest items but those which best complimented her skin, head or her saree. Kyrhan did not find anything to improve. He got impressed by Kira's flair to adorn her body. - I wonder, master, if I am to suffer any other humiliations today? - I know that humiliations are a powerful stimulant for you. To answer your question, you will, most certainly but it will touch more your mind than your body. No cum or pee bath for you today and I don't intend to expose you in public as Rajiv has done. But it may be an idea for future adventures. - In your hands, Master, or for Dan's pleasure, I feel very adventurous now. They took the Limousine while the sun began to decline. Kira was puzzled to discover they entered a military air base. A soldier asked for their papers. Kira had none on her but Kyrhan presented her an ID card she had never had in her hand. The sentinel saluted and Kira felt on her skin the sizzling intensity of his eyes. That man desired her above any woman at that moment. The feeling made her quim wet. She just wished that Kyrhan did not expose her to too much temptation as she was still naked under her saree and blouse. Her master had chosen a tiny form fitting choli wth no bra. The saree was made in a flimsy fabric that would have revealed anything she wore. Even her petticoats have been made in some ethereal material. Kyrhan had made her show her navel displaying as much as possible her perfect tummy. The global effect was spectacular : you could see occasional glimpses of her legs through the sari or the full shape og her legs when she passed in front of a strong light but nothing more. A really sexy and glamour outfit . Kyrhan had chosen for her impossibly high stilettos more then four inches high. They were unexpectedly comfortable and she was beginning to walk confidently with them. She perfectly knew that the high heels would elongate her calves, make her appear more slender. as well as push back her bottom and push forward her tits. In addition, Kyrhan kept remembering her to push back her shoulders and present her breasts while hollowing her belly. Difficult to combine the poses but she mastered it better and better. The flight was about one hour with just small talk between them. They landed at an airport she learned was New Delhi, India's capital. A car waited along the plane and drove to the city opera. Kyrhan held out his hand to help her climb out of the car. Public contact was not a suitable behavior in India but he nonetheless offered her his arm as soon as they were in the building - Kira, you are now officially Kira Chowdhury, my personal assistant and we represent India for the opening of the year of France. I will present you to the French Ambassador in a minute. I suppose you have never met him? - No, Master - Hush, this evening, just call me Sir or Prince. After all, it's my official title. Ah, your face will appear on many TV sets in the country and quite a few in the world. So SMILE!!! - Understood, Prince! I love you. - First time you use the L word about me, who has brought so much havoc in your life with Dan. - Dan is Kheyrah's beloved husband but you are Kira Chowdhury's boss and master but this night, she will be the only one present at this event. - Let's make our entrance. Here he is! Good evening my dear friend! - Hello, Prince, we were expecting you any time but you are accompanied by a gorgeous lady I have never met. Good evening, milady. - Good evening, sir. - May I present you my assistant Kira Chowdhury. She speaks a rather good French. She has so few occasions to practice. May I propose that you chat with her in French only. Kira, I strictly forbid you to speak in English or even in hindi tonight, except with me, for sure. Every one laughed at what they thought a joke. Kira was grateful toward Kyrhan : her english was still not perfect and her Hindi was inexistent. She would have revealed the forgery in minutes. She had just to include in her first sentences a few inappropriate words. The ambassador just had a hint of a diplomatic smile then. So she asked him to correct her whenever she made a mistake. This had the consequence that the ambassador saw her as a very sensitive and intelligent woman. Rapidly, Kira made less and less errors. All the French staff members present were fascinated by this mature but still very pretty woman who spoke so well French. The Ambassador asked Kyrhan whether it would be possible to have her attend some commissions where French experts presented reports. Someone speaking so fluently French and for sure English and Hindi would be invaluable. Kyrhan had to decline. - I fear it would be shortly impossible. My assistant would like to discover France. She has already found someone who will lodge her : Dan FÉ and his wife in MÉ Kira is planning to remain there one year but there is the problem of the French visas. - Just send me her passport. - I happen to have it in my purse. - Perfect, Prince. Give it to me. II will take charge of everything. You will have the passport ready in two or three days.. - You are very kind. After the representation, there was a ball at the Embassy. There were maybe three or four hundred guests attending including many women. Kira was one of the few who wore traditional sarees and was quite at ease with it. She was the center of a group of European women who were fascinated by the glamour of her dress and by the richness of the gems she was wearing. Kyhran explained that Kira had chosen them among his own family jewelry. They gasped and watched her with different eyes. He whispered to Kira : - Now they are sure that we are lovers. These baubles have last been worn by my mother or my grandmother fifty years ago and should be worn only by family members according to the tradition. - Am I not some sort of a family member as I have already agreed to provide you with at least two children, master. - Don't be so sure of the number of children you signed for : my mother and my grand mother produced twins several times. - You will be put to the test in a year or so, if Dan agrees. But do not forget it s the woman who produces the eggs, master. - Granted. I am sure Dan will agree and if he hesitates, I will require Ranu s help. - Beg your pardon? - Clearly Dan and Ranu are fond of one another. I may offer Dan to breed Ranu while I breed you. - Two times? - Why not if they care for it? But two years is a long way from now. Enjoy this evening and think to what will be the day epilogue for both of usÉ - My ass? - On targetÉ And enjoying the evening, she did. Kira appeared extremely popular with most of the male guests. The dances were quite conventional with few modern rythms. For every dance, Kira had several suitors from very young to rather old and all had large smiles when they took her back to her chair where a group waited her return. Kira never had the occasion to sit. She just had time to take a sip before being called for another dance. She took special care to keep one dance on four (all the slow numbers, most salsas and paso dobles) for Kyhran and half that for the Ambassador (mostly waltzes). With Kyrhan, she always danced as if she was floating on a cloud and all their figures matched perfectly as if they had rehearsed together for years. Every one was transfixed watching them dance. When Kyrhan decided to leave, the ambassador renewed his promise to have the visa ready for Kira. Kyrhan whispered to Kira : Good Morning India Ch. 02 - I will arrange with the travel company a change of names. I would like you to return to France as Kira Chowdhury. It would be funny. - I will abide to your every orders, Prince - I will see to it, pet. Both of them felt in a high spirit when they climbed into the plane. Kyrhan immediately ordered Kira naked on her knees at his feet. She immediately took the initiative for the first time and drew out his already hard cock. She began to caress it with her fingers, then she touched it with the tip of her tongue, twirling around the foreskin. Kyrhan fastened his belt but Kira continued to fellate him during the whole take off duration. When Kyrhan was totally wet, Kira gulped his knob and began to caress it with her tongue. His breath became rapidly oppressed. She took all its length in her mouth, an art she had discovered with Rajiv. The tip was now deeply embedded in her throat. Now, she did not choke any more on such a big piece of meatÉ Kira was surprised when he drew out, not waiting for his release. Kyrhan ordered Kira to climb on the low table on her belly. He kissed lovingly her buttocks and began to enter her well greased cunt. It was her turn to pant in agony and to call for his cock. - Ohhh. Master,É pleaseÉ Enter me, nowÉ Please, MasterÉ fuck my cunt. Oh, masterÉ You are so bigÉ Fill me upÉ Fill your little slutÉ But Kyrhan remained at the entrance of her cunt tantalizing her. She tried several times to grind back in order to impale herself fully but he always blocked her with a steady hand against her back. To her immense disappointment, he even withdrew the tip of his cock completely out of her cunt. Kyrhan turned around the table and presented his cock to her lips. She stopped an instant. She had understood his purpose. - Master, maybe, it s time to grease my butt hole. She was very frightened by the imminence of a terrible pain but she feared even more to disappoint him. He poured a good quantity of cold cream on her buttocks and made it enter her arse hole with his finger. At the first penetration of his finger in her virgin butt hole, she clamped convulsively. It took her an immense exercise of will to relax her clenched muscle. She turned to Kyrhan, her cheeks red with guilt and maybe other reasons she did not want to discover at that moment.. - Sorry, Master. It has been a reflex. Kira grabbed her bottom cheeks in her hands and opened them as wide as she could to express her apologies to her master. He made no comments and pushed in his finger slowly to the next knuckle. He paused a minute when his finger could not get any deeper. He savored the moment and her absolute willingness although she perfectly knew he was about to proceed further. Kyrhan began to move his finger in her puckered hole. He had felt a slight relaxation of her sphincter and that was the signal he had been waiting for. With the index of his other hand, he began to caress the rim of her anus slowly. She discovered that such a gentle massaging was rather pleasant and she relaxed somewhat more. When her anus felt loose to his invading finger, he eased it out slowly. When it exited her sphincter, leaving it somewhat open, she could not suppress a groan of disappointment. He smiled slightly, turned his hand and presented at the offered entrance his thumb he had covered with the cream he had left on the hollow of her back. She arched when she felt the bigger finger slowly ease into her. As soon as it had passed her sphincter with just a welcoming sigh, he pushed it in to the hilt. She was now accustomed to having something in her butt hole. She thought that as soon as she had understood he was beginning to take her "last virginity" as he had told her, her own language had changed : it was no more her anal passage but her butt hole, a name she associated with buggering, her final fate in a matter of minutes she dreaded less and less with so careful ministrations. His index then his thumb had been accepted with no problem and even some eagerness but she was used to such small dilatation. Joining two fingers in her ass was more painful although he had creamed her profusely. Despite of her moans, he had pushed in slowly with no mercy. He knew that the first opening of her butt hole would be painful but there was no way around and he had warned her of the inevitable pain. Kira moans became anguished sobs and small screams when he eased in a third finger. They were wandering now in totally uncharted zones. He paused but did not comply with her urgent demands for him to withdraw immediately and she had become too obedient to fight him. To the difference with his previous intrusions, this time, he had kept to move his fingers in a circular motion as if he wanted to ream her. Whenever he felt some slack in her sphincter, he pushed in, drawing new desperate sobs. He was taking as much time as she needed. There was no rush and he was ready to wait an hour or several if the need was arising. Finally he discovered that he could not push in any more. He paused another couple of minutes to let Kira accustom herself to be so widely dilated. His cock was somewhat bigger and quite hard but the surface would yield and he was sure he could now force an entry with no damage to her. He began to piston her in and out slowly, first by a quarter of an inch then bolder and bolder. She was now screaming at each intrusion but her screams were not carrying just pain, now. He noticed a touch of delight that increased slowly. Kyrhan freed his cock as he presented himself behind Kira who was now moving her hips in opposition to his movements. She desperately tried to keep him in when he withdrew and she pushed back when he was pushing in to increase her penetration. It was clearly time to jump to the final phase. When he took out his fingers completely, she screamed again in frustration this time. - Please, Master, I want them in. I need them. - Be patient, pet, everything arrives in due time. Now is the time of the real thing, to discover new horizons. He presented the tip of his cock after having greased it with care. he even added more lubricant to her still open hole. Kira turned to watch him entering her in majesty. - Master, you are so big. It will never fit. - Quiet, pet, it will fit perfectly. Relax, your arse could accomodate much bigger weapons as you will discover in the coming years. Kira purred when she heard him. - Do you mean that we will meet again that long, Master? - I'm sure of it, pet. He pulled slowly his fingers from her ass and grabbed her hips, pulling her towards his hard cock. Kyrhan pushed the tip of his cock against her puckered hole. The tip went in but his shaft was blocked immediately after. She began to scream again, but he had decided to make her his totally NOW. He continued to push on, not taking care of her pleas. Finally, he could feel her sphincter relax, totally surrendering to him as he slowly worked himself deeper and deeper, inch after inch. He waited her sobs to subside gradually before beginning to slide his erect cock back and forth and making her scream againÉ When she stopped screaming, he increased his pace until he could not go faster. He was pondering her ass as if there would be no tomorrow and she was pushing back toward him. He felt a tremendous orgasm building and tried to draw as much pleasure from it as possible but first he wanted her to climax while being buggered. That way, she would associate her pleasure with the pain she was experiencing and she would agree to repeat the experience. She was so deliciously tightÉ He was pleased when he heard her getting vocal then screaming - Fuck my ass, Master,É Harder, Master for God s sake! Kyrhan began to rub at her clit, to increase her pleasure and get her over the ledge. Finally she launched a terrible scream he had never heard the same. Her arse clamped desperately around his cock. She came in his arms again and again, moaning desperately. He had never witnessed such a passion and that triggered his own release. He literally exploded in her ass and that triggered another explosion in her belly with unheard of waves of pleasure flashing through her body and mind. He was still rubbing her engorged clit when she mercifully fainted. He collapsed on top of her and tried to get back his breath. He stayed in her ass and maintained his hardness by small back and forth sawing movements. Kyrhan wanted to wait until she recovered her senses before fucking her arse again. He wished to ensure her future total cooperation. Kira groaned and moaned. He immediately began to ram her with all his might. He was soon awarded by a few endearing words. - Oh, Master, you are at it againÉ Oh it s so goodÉ Please Master.. Just do it harderÉ Yes, pummel my poor clitÉ I am feelingÉ No YOU are going to fill my bowels with your cum, I feel it,É OhhhhÉ Ohhh, MasterÉ DeeperÉ He erupted a second time deep inside her and fell exhausted on her back. Both remained silent for a few minutes. Kira did not want to break the spell and she waited calmly that her master disengaged himself. He did it carefully and lied alongside with her. - Master, It was tremendous, I never felt anything like that. - You seem to have enjoyed it. Remember how you were frightened by itÉ - It s true, Master. I swear I will never doubt anything you tell me. - Will you obey my orders, whatever I ask you? - Uhh, Yes, I will but I implore you not to separate me from Dan. - So if I ordered you to divorce your husband and come to live with me, you would obey me? - I would but I would be very sad, Master. - Be quiet, I don t intend to but I will want you to spend several months when I will breed you, when you got delivered and during the first months after the birth. - I expected it. I suppose that as you want to breed me twice in a row, you will send me back already pregnantÉ - That was my ideaÉ and that was why I thought of Ranu to replace you for a few months. - If Dan is OK with it, it will be fine for meÉ - So back with your training, Is your ass too sore? - No master, you put so much cream in it, you proceeded so cautiously that it doesn t hurt anymore already. - I assume that you would be OK for another round - I assumed that you were completely spent, Master. - Yes, I am but we have the pilot and the copilot to dilate you definitively. Shall I call for them? - I will do whatever you want, MasterÉ - Be ready for a little humiliation. Kyrhan immediately called for the first pilot to come to discuss with him. The man was handsome, broad chests like Dan but with more prominent muscles from Kira s view. Kyrhan had told her to remain naked. The man was ogling her with lecherous appetite. He would not oppose Kyrhan s decisions - Tarun, chief pilot, to your orders, Prince. - Tarun, may I present you this pretty woman, Kira Chowdhury. - A pleasure to meet you! - Do you like her body? - It s a gross understatement! - You have heard that we fucked to celebrate the success of our mission. - I ve heardÉ - This woman who is married to someone else would like to be buggered again but I m too old for a repeat performance. Would you do the honor in my place? - My pleasure, Prince - I am retiring in the other cabin for a napÉ When you have finished with her, propose the same thing to the second pilot. And if you want to start again, just do it. She will not refuse. Just grease her ass copiously. I have just taken her anal cherry and she is incredibly tightÉ Enjoy herÉ When the plane landed, Kira was still passed out on the table. Kyrhan wrapped her carefully in a blanket and placed her on the back bench. He had placed her saree, her choli and her shoes in a wallet. He went straight to his house and carried her to his room. He placed her on the bed and removed the blanket to examine her anus. It was still wide open and oozed semen. It was an ideal opportunity. He went to a cupboard and took a sort of cone. It was an ass plug and with it firmly embedded in her butt hole, Kira would not soil his bed. She did not even wake up when he pushed it in until the narrow neck circled her sphincter. Kyrhan went to sleep too. - Master, What have you done with my butt hole? It was the middle of the night. Kira had woken up and had found her securely plugged for the first time in her life. It must have been a special feeling for her to find herself so fullÉ Kyrhan explained her what it was, telling her she would keep it until the morning, to be unplugged in front of her husband, a last humiliation for herÉ Kira was ordered back to sleep. She was to be ready at 7 AM for Rajiv. At 6 AM, the night watcher came discreetly to wake her up. She washed in a hurry then took a copious breakfast and was back in her room at 6.30 to wake up Kyrhan. He had meticulously described the ritual she was to follow. She was to push away the blankets or covers in order to get free access to his cock then begin to lick it with the tip of her tongue. Then she had to take the whole knob in her mouth and caress it with her tongue slowly first then more strongly in order to wake him up. When she was sure he was awake, she was to deep throat him until he exploded in her mouth. She would then wait for him to switch on the light before presenting him her open mouth to show him the goo he had filled her mouth with before swallowing it ostensibly and presenting again her open mouth to show she had swallowed it all. It was now 6.45, time to call for Dan who had slept with RanuÉ - Ah, Dan. I have the pleasure to tell you that I have taken yesterday night your wife s anal cherry. She was frightened to death but she climaxed like a bomb when I rode her. It was so pleasant for me and for her, it seems that I have buggered her a second time and offered her ass to the pilot and copilot of the plane we were in. They were at it many times until our plane landed. To prevent my bed sheets to be soiled, I plugged her ass. She will now climb on the table. I will unplug her and let her drain herself on the table just to see the volume of their offeringsÉ Dab, will you unplug your wife? There was easily a quart of cum on the table soon after and small droplets continued to fall from her gaping holeÉ - You may now wash it with paper towels. You are lucky we have not time enough to make you swallow it all. Put on your work saree and wait for Rajiv s arrival. I suppose you are to clean the bus and service him. Do not allow him to use your ass. It belongs to me until your plane takes off. The same instructions apply to you, Dan. You will have several hours to discover it in flight to France if you care for it. - Congratulations. I have tried to persuade my wife to no avail and you succeeded! - Oh sorry, I forgot to tell you : she is no longer your wife. She is now Kira Chowdhury, my Indian personal assistant. She has now an Indian passport and ID cardÉ - What? You, a traitor? - Quiet, once more. I ve told you that I m training her to be a perfect Indian wife. The two sets of personal papers will be completely valid. She will have always the choice of her identity. I just want she travels back to France as Kira Chowdhury - Why? - I will explain you everything in detail next week when you come back. Good Morning India Ch. 03 Kyrhan just recovered from having ass fucked Kira twice. For her it has been the final step of her complete deflowering by her master. - Master, It was tremendous, I never felt anything like that. - You seem to have enjoyed it. Remember how you were frightened by it. - It s true, Master. I swear I will never doubt anything you tell me. - Will you obey my orders, whatever I ask you? - Uhh, Yes, I will but I just implore you not to separate me ever from my husband Dan. - So if I ordered you to divorce your husband and come to live with me, you would obey me? - I would but I would be very sad, Master. - Be quiet, I don t intend to but I will want you to spend several months when I will breed you, when you got delivered and during the first months after the birth. - I expected it. I suppose that as you want to breed me twice in a row, you will send me back already pregnant. - That was my idea. and that was why I thought of Ranu to replace you in Dan s house for a few months. - If Dan is OK with it, it will be fine for me. - So back with your training, Is your ass too sore? - No master, you put so much cream in it, you proceeded so cautiously that it doesn t hurt anymore already. - I assume that you would be OK for another round - I thought that you were completely spent, Master. - Yes, I am but we have the pilot and the copilot to dilate you definitively. Shall I call for them? - I will do whatever you want, Master. - Be ready for a little humiliation. Kyrhan immediately called for the first pilot to come to discuss with him. The man was handsome, broad chests like Dan but with more prominent muscles from Kira s view. Kyrhan had told her to remain naked. The man was ogling her with lecherous appetite. He would not oppose Kyrhan s decisions - Lieutenant Tarun, chief pilot, to your orders, Prince. - Tarun, may I present you this pretty woman, Kira Chowdhury. - A pleasure to meet you! - Do you like her body? - It s a gross understatement! - You have heard that we fucked to celebrate the success of our mission. - I ve heard. - This woman who is married to someone else would like to be buggered again but I m too old for a repeat performance. Would you do the honor in my place? - My pleasure, Prince - I am retiring in the other cabin for a nap. You can have her as you wish. When you have finished, propose the same thing to the second pilot. And if you want to start again, just do it. She will not refuse. Just grease her ass copiously. I have just taken her anal cherry and she is incredibly tight. Enjoy her body. When the plane landed, Kira was still passed out on the table. Kyrhan wrapped her carefully in a blanket and placed her on the back bench. He had placed her saree, her choli and her shoes in a wallet. He went straight to his house and carried her to his room. He placed her on the bed on her belly and removed the blanket to examine her anus. It was still wide open and oozed semen. It was an ideal opportunity. He went to a cupboard and took a sort of cone. It was an ass plug and with it firmly embedded in her butt hole, Kira would not soil his bed. She did not even wake up when he pushed it in until the narrow neck circled her sphincter. Kyrhan went to sleep too. - Master, What have you done with my butt hole? It was the middle of the night. Kira had woken up and had found her ass securely plugged for the first time in her life. It must have been a special feeling for her to find herself so full. Kyrhan explained her what it was, telling her she would keep it until the morning, to be unplugged in front of her husband, a last humiliation for her. Kira was ordered back to sleep. She was to be ready at 7 AM for Rajiv. At 6 AM, the night watcher came discreetly to wake her up. She showered in a hurry then took a copious breakfast and was back in her room at 6.30 to wake up Kyrhan. He had meticulously described the ritual she was to follow. She was to push away the blankets or covers in order to get free access to his cock then begin to lick it with the tip of her tongue. Then she had to take the whole knob in her mouth and caress it with her tongue slowly first then more strongly in order to wake him up. When she was sure he was awake, she was to deep throat him until he exploded in her mouth. She would then wait for him to switch on the light before presenting him her open mouth to show him the goo he had filled her mouth with before swallowing it ostensibly and presenting again her open mouth to show she had swallowed it all. It was now 6.45, time to call for Dan who had slept with Ranu. - Ah, Dan. I have the pleasure to tell you that I have at last taken yesterday night your wife s anal cherry. She was frightened to death but she climaxed like a bomb when I rode her. It was so pleasant for me and for her, it seems that I have buggered her a second time and offered her ass to the pilot and copilot of the plane we were in. They were at it many times until our plane landed. To prevent my bed sheets to be soiled, I plugged her ass. She will now climb on the table. We will unplug her and let her drain herself on the table just to see the volume of their offerings. Dan, would you unplug your wife? There was easily a quart of cum on the table soon after and small droplets continued to fall from her gaping hole. - You may now clean it with paper towels, Kira. You are lucky we have not time enough to make you licj and swallow it all. Put on your work saree and wait for Rajiv s arrival. I suppose you are to clean the bus and service him. But do not allow him to use your ass. It belongs to me until your plane takes off to France. The same instructions apply to you, Dan. You will have several hours to discover it in flight to France if you care for it. - Congratulations, Prince. I have tried to persuade my wife to no avail and you succeeded! - Oh sorry, I forgot to tell you : she is no longer your wife. She is now Kira Chowdhury, my Indian personal assistant. She has now an Indian passport and ID card. - What? What are you up to? - Quiet, once more. I ve told you several times that I m training her to be a perfect Indian wife. I will explain everything to you before your departure. Rajiv picked her with a rickshaw exactly on time. There were two seats but he made her sit in his lap. His right hand went immediately under her saree and he began to play with her cunt lips. For Kira, it was very lewd to be on open view to all tresspassers while being frigged mercilessly... She remembered that Dan had tried several times to do the same thing in their car and on the flight to India for the last time. She had pushed him away, telling him he was so rude and now she let Raj do it to her without a fuss. She had really changed. She promised to herself that she would ask Dan to do it next time or better, she would flash him her naked quim and ask him whether he wanted a taste... If his fingers were not filling her cunt or even her ass the next minute, she would surely divorce him on the spot... Kira tried her best to test her sex appeal on Raj. She had just cummed in his arms that she coiled against his chest. Her nipples were very hard and she brushed them on his chest to entice him to caress her again The rickshaw was sufficiently slow, so she had largely time enough. She attempted to please the bus driver... - Ohhh Master Rajiv, you are marvelous. I love when you frig me that way under my saree... I am sad we will not meet again in just a week... - I know, we have just tfour days left. The prince will take full care of you afterwards. I will try to make the most of the time we have left. And I have not forgotten the gift I promised you... - Really, a gift from you! Oh I would like to discover it already... - If you really want to be an Indian wife, you should wear it at all times and take it awway only if you r husband dies... One century ago, you would have been expected to die in his pyre. In modern India, it s rather like in Europe except you are to wear a white saree and no bindi but you would be still an outcast in some rural communities. The rickshaw came to a halt just near the bus. - Kira, here is the fee but Kira, give him a tip. - I do not have money. - Do not bother with your money. He will be glad if you give him a blowjob and allow him to handle your shaved pussy - Is it safe with him? - If you fear HIV, here is a condom. You know that it was named ÒFrench lettersÓ just a century ago... The rckshaw owner seemed quite eager so fuck Kira. Mature women are usually somewhat big breasted. Having a slim mature woman pulling up her saree to expose her naked shaved cunt was out of the ordinary for the man but he seemed to appreciate the offer. He did not need further encouragement to dick that woman. While Kira was fucked on her knees on the sand and pebbles near the bus, Rajiv opened the door and hurried her in as soon as the man disengaged himself. - Hurry up, cunt, you have half an hour to clean the whole bus. The toilets are soiled and I require servicing... you were off limits yesterday and I want to shag you quite hard before the passengers arrive... Just as starters. You will be the main course for lunch... - What are you meaning? - You will see in a few hours. For the time being, just cook in your juices... Ah Ah!!!! Kira was afraid by what Raj had let escape... Be the main course for lunch... cook in her juices... Surely the other passengers and Dan would not... Rajiv shook her arm to remind her of her urgent duties. She was wearing as usual an old stained saree. She would change to receive the passengers and wash the saree during the travel. Rajiv seemed to have her wash the work garments of his whole family. One hour later, she was at the bus door, welcoming the travellers with a few words and a big smile. She realized that all but two of the twenty three men had fucked her, often several times. Rajiv had banned Dan from the queue on the grounds that he was not paying and could have her every evening and night. He pointed out that it would be fair to leave her for less fortunate people. Kira was not really interested to be pimped by Raj but it was a part of the training Kyrhan had engineered for her. She had agreed to it and she would stick to her promises. Kira had cleaned the bus in record times. When Raj was horny and she could not assume what he called her duties, he often got nasty... Soon her duties toward him would be over, better not to be cross with him. As soon as she had finished and disposed of the garbage, he pushed her into his cabin. He was so in a hurry that he just bunched up her saree around her waist and made her lie on his bed. He did not try to prepare her and just pushed in his throbbing cock into her cunt. She had anticipated that he would just use her but she was more and more eager to be used roughly with no regards for her own pleasure and she now needed it to cum. She had already asked several times Dan and Kyrhan not to be gentle any more with her. Her climaxes were usually devastating when they obliged. Rajiv injected a big load on her cervix. She was lucky to be still on the pill. Otherwise, she would have been already pregnant with all the sperm she had been given and she would never have known who the father was. Rajiv, did not let her rest a minute. He ordered her on her knees between his legs. - Suck me, bitch. I have still plenty of the same in my balls. The next load is for your ass. If you are good enough, slut, I will make good use of your three holes in a row. You may thank me for taking so much attention to you. Rajiv put his project to fruition and filled up her three holes in a quarter of an hour. They were running out of time. She was about to clean herself when Rajiv handed her two rather big dildos. - Do not bother to clean up. Just push these in place. They are plugs : the big one for your cunt and the shorter one for your ass. Kira thanked Kyrhan in her mind. If he had not taken so much effort to ream her properly, it would have hurt her terribly. Among her three main lovers, he was by far the best endowed and the plugs were not bigger than his own cock. She had changed rapidly to a light brown saree with a yellow Lycra choli. She just had time enough to get to the door for the traditional namaste to the first travelers. Whenever she moved, she felt the plugs move in her well lubricated holes. She just wished that Rajiv would let her shower thoroughly soon. The problem was that he had planned her day quite differently. The schedule proposed a visit to a traditional dyeing plant. Just next door, there was a garment cleaner. The tourists were kept on a small loggia above the booths but Rajiv gave Kira a pile of garments that needed to be cleaned. She followed him meekly among the booths. Freshly dyed sarees were drying in the sun and the tourists chose from their loggia those they would like to buy. Kira was as usually told to carry the sarees up the stairs. It was the first time she would have worked for the other women and most of them were not very kind. - You could have climbed faster : we have been waiting in the sun. - To toil for white people should be normal for a native like you, bitch. That one was, for sure, the racist woman who kept on debasing Kira since she had been told that she was of Indian origin. When they had met for the first time, the woman had objected that Kira wore sarees. Rajiv had her carry the sarees the other tourists had bought to the bus. He just carried the few items he had bought himself. He had made her angry when she had asked that her husband Dan bought a bright yellow saree for her. He had acted as if he had not heard her demand. - You are not here as the other tourists. You just carry the bags for them. Indian women are not pampered by their husbands as European ones. - But you bought things for yourself. - Remember that I am a man and I am to act as your husband. I did not allow you to buy another saree. Now, shut up and walk faster. When they arrived at the bus, Kira deposited the sarees. Rajiv wanted to fuck her in his bedroom but she fought him. She pushed him away and jumped to the door but he was faster. He blocked her against the bus door and ripped away her saree. She was now in her see through choli and her white petticoats. Rajiv took both her wrists in his left hand, he was smiling. Then slowly he reached for the knot of her petticoat and drew it loose. She fought against him to no avail apart that the petticoat fell on the floor. She was nearly naked and her breasts were pressed against the door glass in full view of anyone. Rajiv seemed not to care. He opened slowly his lengha, pushing out his erect cock and nudging it slowly with his fingers. - Very kind of you to turn your back to me and flash your tits to strangers. He pushed her legs aside and blocked them with his own. She could not even kick his groin. He pressed his cock against her back. She froze. He really wanted to rape her. He aimed at her puckered hole, spit on his hand, spread it on her ass hole and just pushed in. She tried to clench tight her butt hole. She thought for a moment she would succeed when she felt a searing pain on her left ass cheek. Rajiv had pinched her very hard. She screamed and released her sphincter for a second. That was what he had expected. He pushed in at the same instant her sphincter had given way. His knob entered along with half his shaft. She screamed even louder but she had no more choice but to abide to her rapist s whims. Tears were dripping from her eyes but he ploughed on until his cock was buried to the hilt in her vanquished cunt. She was not fighting anymore, just letting it happen. He saw there an opportunity and humped her to impale her deeper then began his back and forth fucking motion. She was like a doll in his hands. He could have filled her butt with another big load but he was able to hold back. He wanted to reap much greater rewards. He continued to hump her vigorously. At last, he heard her gasp. That was the signal he was waiting for. He doubled his speed. Kira began to moan, groan in despair. She was feeling her body was betraying her. A tremendous climax was building in her belly and she had no possibility to prevent it. Rajiv was a clever bastard as he wanted Kira s complete surrender. She finally began to push back when he humped her. Soon after, they began an unusual ballet with her as a living holed ball in a cup and ball game. Rajiv waited the last instant when he felt she could no more stop it by her own will. He filled her ass with his spunk and the shock of the hot sperm on her sizzling bowels triggered her own climax. She roared like a lioness. When she opened her eyes, she saw several tourists of her group watching her from the opposite side of the door. She instantly blushed crimson. She felt so ashamed of having climaxed so easily in full view of so many men and women who knew her. Damned. - A good lesson for you, cunt. Next time, you will obey my orders to the letter and you will not try to fight me. I am a man, therefore I am your better. OK, cunt? - Yes, Master. - As a punishment for your insufferable haughtiness, you will not spend the next night with your husband in your cozy bedroom but with me in the car. I will cane you, twelve of my best before I fuck you again. If you do not scream, I may allow you to sleep the next night with your husband but you will come in the evening for another caning and a quick fuck. They were scheduled to have a barbecue party for lunch. Eating meat is not so uncommon in India, except for cows that are sacred. They were in Muslim countryside, so cooking a mechoui (grilled mutton) was not a problem. There was a pit with burning charcoal ready. When they arrived, the mutton was nearly cooked. There was a long rotating spit with perpendicular bars to which the fore legs and the legs had been tied. Another similar unused spit was placed on brackets nearby. Apparently, Rajiv had conspired with several other men of the group as, suddenly, they immobilized her and Dan. Rajiv uncoiled her saree and peeled her off her petticoat and her choli, leaving her naked. When she tried to scream for help, they gagged her with a handkerchief. In a minute, she found herself tied to the spit quite like the mutton. She was hanging on the brackets with her belly up. Rajiv began to coat her body with palm oil, adding salt and different aromatic herbs. Kira was unable to move but she was in a frenzy trying to get free. Her companions must have gone crazy. They wanted to really cook her. Dan had been tied to a small tree and could not help her. Rajiv grinned mischievously at Kira. - Hello, cunt. I would have preferred to have you really spit roasted alive but I am not an expert. Would you mind be part of our mechoui party? Kira was now mad with fear. When Rajiv announced that the mutton was ready, they moved it toward another bracket to slice it safely. They ate quietly, just occasionally caressing Kira s body. - Look at her sirloins and ribs. They have a minimum of fat and well developed muscles! They must be real tasty. - Her udders must be so juicy. I salivate a lot, just looking at them. I would eat her with pleasure either raw or well done. - When do you want to begin, Rajiv? We are waiting for it! - Ladies and gents, we are about to start. Come and have a look. They lifted Kira from the brackets and carried her toward the fire pit. She began to feel the heat of the fire. It was not possible. Being roasted alive. - Lift her high. We will hang her at the same place as the mutton had been. They proceeded and she felt heat under her belly. It was the end. Kira fainted. When she woke up, she was surprised to find herself unharmed. There was no burning sensation apart from the sun on her naked belly. The spectators were laughing at her. She did not understand the situation but saw Dan in the group. Rajiv took out her gag. Good Morning India Ch. 03 - You really thought that we would cook you. You are much too gullible. - I was so afraid that I passed out. That was horrible. Would you set me free? - Wait. We have not completely finished. Kira was still tied to the spit. But they had her on her belly with support brackets on the perpendicular bars. She realized they had placed her on the slicing stand. Rajiv unscrewed rapidly the front point of the spit. Her head had no more support. It did the same thing at the opposite side. Kira immediately understood what he was planning. Now her cunt, mouth and ass were totally available for anyone s use. She was about to be gangbanged and this time she would have to service twenty three men and up to eighteen women but it was a relief after the horrible fate she had expected. After three hours of continuous fucking, Rajiv untied her and helped her to stand. She was staggering. He offered her some soap and a towel and told her to wash thoroughly from head to toe. He slapped her gently on her right buttock to make her hasten. - Hurry up, cunt we have still a hundred miles to cover. And do not forget you re in for a caning this evening. When she came back, fresh and clean, he presented her the bright yellow saree she had wanted to buy. It was of the highest quality silk. There were matching choli, petticoat and gold plated sandals. This superb outfit had been offered by the forty people who had taken part in the gang bang. A last surprise was offered to her : A table for two had been prepared with plates, forks, knives and crystal glasses. Rajiv explained to Dan and Kira: - You two did not have the opportunity to taste the mutton. So we have left a roast leg just for you two. Sorry it is cold now but it should be quite good. Rajiv and the racist lady served them with gusto. This time the woman had participated offering her clit to Kira s tongue. She had cummed repeatedly screaming unexpectedly her name. Kira seemed really tamed this time. During the next two days, she did not visit monuments with the other tourists. She dutifully remained with Raj, doing all the usual Indian wife duties for him. She waited patiently for her caning, around 10 PM, before walking briskly to the hotel. Rajiv told her that in these areas, rape of a woman at night was not uncommon but he strictly forbade Dan to accompany her. She had the choice between spending the night with Rajiv and letting her husband alone or spending the night with her husband and risking a real rape. She had to assume her choices. Fortunately there was no rapist there when she walked to the hotel. Kira had to endure four canings, the first of twelve the first evening, eighteen the second and two dozens the last evening before they parted definitively. When she finally left the bus and Rajiv, Kira could not refrain herself from jumping into Rajiv s arms and kissing him passionately. - Master, thank you for the training. It was very harsh but I had no ideas of all the implications in my dreams. I will always remember you in my heart. I wish your strict training will help me with Kyrhan and Dan. I love you. - I love you, too, Kira. Here is my small gift : a mangalsutra I am placing around your neck. - What is this? - It s a symbol of your wedded state as the bindi you are wearing except that small bindis like yours are just a decoration. You should also wear a toe ring. You should not put down your mangalsutra unless your husband dies or you divorce him but it s rather uncommon here, unless he beats you or leaves you to enter an ashram. The next night was quiet for Dan and Kira. They were expected to meet Kyrhan on the next morning. They shared a very nice vegetarian dinner together. Her bottom was too sore to go to the hotel dancing hall. Dan covered her ass cheeks with a soothing cream. They fucked lovingly and slowly to prevent unnecessary pain for her. They were both expected at Kyrhan s home. Ranu and Kyrhan seemed to have waited for them anxiously. Kyrhan instantly saw Kira was walking awkwardly. He inquired about the problem but did not appear especially overwhelmed that Rajiv had caned her several times. - He had a very good idea. I will cane you whenever you are naughty or do not obey my orders and I would like that Dan adopts this way, too. Kyrhan had arranged her to see his physician. The man applied a salve on her aching buttocks then gave her two shots and prescribed to take pills once every week. - If you had lived in India, the treatment would have lasted ten years but I am afraid that as you live in Europe it will have a shorter duration. - Why? - I know that in Europe, you eat meat and that could change your hormonal balance but there is a benefit. Your diet will protect somewhat you from internal bleeding. In India we cannot treat a woman a second time. If you eat meat even four times a week, I think that you will still be able to conceive normally at 60. As soon as they had returned to their house, Kyrhan dismissed Dan and Ranu. - You are on your own. I will show Kira our familial palace. It is located one hundred miles from here. We will be back tomorrow at the end of the afternoon. I will organize a small party with two other couples of close friends. Would you like to party with us, Dan? - My pleasure to oblige you, Prince! Kyrhan offered Kira a silk cushion but the friction on the seat was too much for her sore bottom. She spent most of the drive, lying on her belly on the back bench with him. Kyrhan was caressing tenderly her back, avoiding to venture around her ass. It was a nice, nearly conjugal, drive for both of them. The palace of the Singh family was huge but somewhat derelict with some walls crumbling. There were maybe two hundred rooms but a good number had to be walled up for security reasons. Even the terrace of the princess apartment was not considered safe. Kyrhan occupied just the prince s apartment and the reception rooms. - I am afraid that the palace is somewhat derelict but I have neglected it for so long. I never came here for maybe ten years. - Why? Some rooms are richly decorated. - Most are but the upkeep of such a palace requires daily attention. My mother took care of everything until her death. My wife should have taken the job but I was too occupied by politics to really interest a woman. Kira was in love with the ruined palace. She wandered in the still open halls. She always had a decorator view and she clearly imagined how she would restore the building. The guest aisles could be transformed into an hotel with the prince reception room as the lobby and the princess s aisle could become the Prince s apartment. She exposed Kyrhan her ideas. - Why not, my dear. I could breed you here in a year and I would appreciate you deliver the babies in the palace. That would be in line with my ancestors. - If there is no problem with the pregnancy, I will, my beloved Prince. They slept in the Prince s official bedroom that night. The blankets were of pure white silk and the curtains were of orange silk. The room was dimly lit with candles that gave a very romantic atmosphere. They fucked four times. Kira fell asleep with Kyrhan s cock deep in her cunt. They woke up in the middle of the night. They exchanged loving kisses and she felt him hardening inside herself. She relished the fullness feeling, the loving impalment she would never try to avoid. When he filled her up, both of them went back asleep. The next morning, Kyrhan began to instruct Kira on the religious rites of an Indian woman. - But, I m Christian. I don t believe in your many gods. - I don t ask you to believe in them. Just practice the rites and prayers and slowly they will permeate in your mind and change you into a more and more Indian woman. Consider it just a part of your training. - I did not understand how Rajiv could be so brutal at one moment and so caring just a few minutes later. - Rajiv tried to defile you but his aim was not to transform you into a street whore but to teach you the supremacy of the man on the woman. A second goal was to help you find your kama, the sexual pleasure. I think that he has obtained very good results on both objectives. You have found your pleasure in so changing conditions that you will find it quite easily with Dan or myself. - I realized it and I thanked him a lot before leaving him. - I will show you this evening that love even with a stranger may be very fulfilling and fun than plain fucking as Rajiv has made you experiment. When they returned to Kyrhan s home, they were met by Ranu and Dan. - Uncle, your guests will be here in two hours. You have just the time to take a scented hot bath and a massage before preparing you for the party. - Perfect. Kira will massage me and you will take care of Dan as usual. Kira remembered all the tricks Rajiv had taught her. She coated her breasts with massage oil and rubbed them against his back. At the beginning, she just caressed him with her erect nipples then she gradually increased the pressure with which she pressed herself against him. When she finished her job, her tits were very sore but Kyrhan s cock was very erect and both of them were very excited but both of them knew they had to wait for release even though Kira did not know what Khyran had intended for the night. Her lover gave her the most see through saree she had ever worn. Even with her choli and the petticoat underneath, everyone could see clearly her nipples, her cunt or her ass cheeks whenever she walked away. - Ladies and Gents, may I introduce to you Kira Chowdhury, my new girl friend and Dan F., the boy friend of my niece Ranu. You may meet both them often in the coming years. The dinner was sumptuous as usual for formal meals with Kyrhan. They chatted happily and Kira discovered that the two other couples were Indian, married and very close friends of Kyrhan who seemed to trust them entirely. They seemed very modern and flirted openly with all the women present. A not very Indian way of life, in Kira s opinion. - In honor of my new friend Dan, I decided to revive a very old event in France : The Regent who governed France in the early eighteenth century loved to organize evening parties with his friends with funny happenings. One of them caught my interest : His pastry cook prepared him two identical pastries with several different pieces of faience embedded in the pastry. There were identical pairs one in each pastry. One was divided between women, each of them finding her piece of faience and putting it on the table in front of her. The other pastry was given to the men. They toured the women to find the matching piece. - I suppose that if you had matching pieces with women, you would be her King for the night. - Exactly, Dilep, but I hope that you are not opposed your wife Binita would dally with any of us. - For sure, I am a jealous man but during such a party, how could I? I will be attended by any of theser three lovely women, Kyrhan but... - Yes, my friend? - There is just a problem : we are four men here. One or several of us may get paired with his own wife or girl friend. In that case, we could swap the faience pieces with your, say, right male neighbor. - Congratulations, Dilep, we know that you are our University mathematician. For your information, Binita is the very attractive CEO of one of the biggest computer company in India, Dipa is a member of the parliament and her husband Shyan is a writer, Kira is my new personal assistant and Dan is a scientist. All of you know my niece Ranu who will finish university next year. They had to help chance as Dan had been matched initially to Ranu and Binita with her husband Dilep. So they switched. Dan found himself the King of Binita while Ranu was paired with Dilep. Kira would be paired with Shyan and Kyrhan would be the king of Dipa. All of them joked and laughed while the new couples formed. They went to a nearby hotel dancing hall. Each of them found the idea of Kyrhan together original and sexy. For example, Binita who was usually very conservative, always wearing business suits surprised herself when she asked Kira whether she could borrow a saree and choli. After several minutes of discussion and clothes changing, finally four women in rather revealing sarees left for the dancing hall. Binita and Dipa had put on a wig not to be recognized in the crowd. That seemed to help them to shed their inhibitions as the four women began to flirt quite openly with their own "King". All of them seemed quite eager to get back to Kyrhan s house as early as midnight. None of them seemed interested to continue the discussion with the other couples and they left for the men s bedroom. All the women tried their best to please their King and give them back stamina to honor them again and again. Shyan had to fight valiantly to vanquish Kira and Dipa had some difficulties to accommodate the better endowed Kyrhan but finally, all of them found the release they were dearly expecting. The couples of the night came for breakfast with satisfied smiles to one another. They agreed to do it again the next year. When they left, Kyrhan and Kira retired to the house shrine to pray and practice the requested rituals. Kira was learning fast. She would be able to follow the basic rituals when alone in France. When they got back with Dan, he listed his instructions for Kira and Dan who would leave the next morning. - Kira would travel under the name of Kira Chowdhury and use the same ID papers whenever she went in India. If Kyrhan contacted her under the same name, she was to act as his personal assistant and his promised. - Kira would continue to wear sarees at home. She would then eat strictly vegetarian food. When she was working at her office, she would wear standard European clothes and would be free tto eat meat or fish for lunch. - Kira would no more wear knickers or anything covering her cunt even with the shortest skirts. Stockings or crotchless hoses were allowed. - Kira would attend courses in English and Hindi language as well as Indian civilization. If possible, she would study three hours a day. Next year, she would be expected to speak fluently English and Hindi and go shopping or receiving guests on her own. - Kira would build an Hindu shrine at home and practice the usual rituals. She was to travel to Paris Hindu temple to worship and make the ritual offerings. - Kira was not to use any contraceptive, starting from the day of their departure. Dan was to impregnate her as soon as possible. She would travel back to India in exactly one year to be impregnated by Kyrhan who would do it again the next year. Kira was expected to deliver her babies in India in Kyrhan s palace. During two years, Ranu would stay with Kira and Dan. Dan would impregnate Ranu about the same time as Kyrhan would Kira. Afterwards Dan and Kira would officially be the parents of Ranu s babies to prevent gossips. - Khyran would send Kira an allowance of one thousand Euros a month to cover costs of courses, temple offerings and shrine building. - Dan would have to wait the plane lift off to ass fuck her. Whenever she would come back in India, Kyrhan would be the only one allowed to use or offer her back door. - Khyran would relinquish any control he may have on Kira to Dan at the instant their plane took off. - Khyran was planning to visit France next June or July and he expected her to wear a saree when showing him Paris. Dan and Kira gave their complete assent : Dan shaked hands with Kyrhan and Kira kissed him with open mouth. - Master, I swear that I will abide to all your orders! - Pet, it s an agreement between the three of us, not an order from me. You or Dan could have told me to go to hell anytime Dan and Khyran shared Kira all the night but Kyrhan was the only one to fuck her in the ass and he did it several times. Her bottom was quite sore when Kyrhan and Dan finally could not get a hard on. Kira was so proud of having outperformed both her husband and her master. (To be continued) Good Morning India Ch. 04 Fourth volume of Kira s adventures Kira is a mature but still very pretty French woman who had always been fascinated by India. At last, she had the opportunity to visit the country with her husband Dan. They were invited to an Indian wedding in a wealthy and influent family. They met there the Prince Kyrhan who decided to show Kira all the aspects of the life of an Indian woman and train her to be a perfect Indian wife for her husband. He took a particular interest in her sexual training, taking himself her anal cherry and having her service several different men every day. At the end of their travel, Kyrhan had Kira treated to allow her to bear babies again. He gave her Indian passport and ID card to the name of Kira Chowdhury. She would use this identity whenever she visited India Kira and her husband had just fastened their belts for the lift off when a flight attendant arrived to their seats. - Miss Chowdhury? Kyrhan had completed his scheme to have her travel under the identity he had given her. During the last days he had multiplied the phone calls to train her, even at the restaurant. She now was used to reply when Miss Chowdhury was appealed and not to move when Mrs F., her real name was called upon. She had to get back home before she went crazy. - Yes. Is there a problem? - No, Miss. I have a parcel for you from prince Kyrhan. The attendant handed Kira a small bag. She waited for the lift off to open the bag. She looked at the content and could not repress her laughter. Dan was curious : - Why are you laughing, honey? - Kyrhan is a lecherous old bastard. - I am sure of it. What is this new prank? - It s a big tube of KY jelly. With a small letter, wishing we would empty the tube before landing in Paris and remembering me to follow his instructions to the letter. - Do you intend to? - For sure. I don t want to fall back in our routine before our departure. I will abide strictly to his orders and I will require your willing participation in all aspects. - I will help you as much as I can - Good. You know he had specified that you could ass fuck me as soon as the plane had lifted off. It has. So there is no reason to delay it. I yearn to have you fill my ass with your spunk and I took the butt plug so I will keep all your sperm. They went to the toilets and got in together as soon as the road was clear. The cabin was rather cramped but Kira just pressed herself against the sink, bending forward to the waist until her forehead came in contact with the mirror. She pushed out her legs as far as she could, then she froze. - I am ready, master! - I am not your master! I am your husband - You are now my Lord and Master. I am your Indian wife, ready to do anything you may require from me with no complaint or condition. Kyrhan has entrusted me to you. So from now on, you are my Master. Now here is the Jelly tube. I am ready to be buggered by you, Master. Do it now and do it hard. I will not scream. Dan began by bunching up her saree and push up the petticoats she was wearing underneath. She was still abiding to Kyrhan s instructions as she wore no knickers. Dan noted she was valiant but she had not so much experience. Kyrhan had taken her anal cherry just a week ago. He had used her several times during the last four days and Dan had gathered that Kyrhan had offered her to a pilot and his second in command when they went to New Delhi but she should be back to normal now. He anticipated some difficulties when he would attempt to ram her ass hole so he used plenty of jelly to prepare her. When Dan tried to push the cream in with his finger, he had expected to find it very tight in fear of his intromission. He was dumbfounded when he found Kira s arse totally relaxed. She had sufficient control of herself to make it even slightly open to welcome his finger. She moaned in pleasure when he began to move it back and forth to lubricate her perfectly. Dan coated his cock generously and presented its tip to her puckered hole. Kira pushed back and Dan was amazed seeing her anus expanding in proportion to his shaft. He had not to use so much force to enter her up to his balls but immediately she clamped her sphincter around his cock. The pressure was getting painful and he groaned when suddenly she released him completely. Kira had mastered a complete command of her sphincter in such a little time and she clearly wanted to milk her husband dry. He let her proceed and just enjoyed her masterful demonstration. He exploded in her anus and Kira followed a few seconds later. She reminded him before he withdrew from her ass hole to push in the plug as fast as possible not to soil her saree. He complied and they exited quite discreetly. When they came back to their seats, Kira was in the mood for chatting joyfully. - Darling, we were quite cramped but it was so good. We will wait for you to recover. Would you mind to try again in an hour or so. I think that I love it better than in my cunt, now. - OK, Honey, I will take a nap. Wake me when it is time to try again. One hour later, she woke him by taking his shaft in her hand under the cover and caressing him delicately. His cock expanded and became very hard after just a few solicitations that augured well about their second round. Effectively, Dan rammed her ass marvelously and a long time before he spurted his come profusely inside her. As she had been thoroughly trained, she waited for her husband s complete fulfillment before taking her own pleasure. This time, Dan was completely exhausted. Kira even had to help him to his seat. He was snoring before she had fastened his belt. She was on the point of taking her own seat when the passenger opposite to her on the aisle caught her wrist. She looked at his face. He was an Indian and he had a luscious smile that overwhelmed her. He stood up, bent to retrieve the KY jelly tube from her table and took the direction of the toilets, drawing her behind him. Kyrhan had insisted on her submissive training and the idea of trying to escape the grip of the stranger s hand never developed in her mind. They waited a few minutes to have the toilet vacated and the former user grinned when he saw both of them enter the cabin. The man was less in a hurry than Dan had been. He pulled up her saree that uncoiled from around her body. He hanged it on the door and undid the knot of her petticoat. The man looked surprised to find her knickerless. He took the opportunity to caress her shaven cunt. She was still with her back toward him but the man had ostensibly other ideas. He made her turn toward him then he took her by the hips before making her sit on the sink. He freed his cock in a hurry and presented it to her vagina slit. He pushed in and the knob entered with no problem. The man was not keen on fore play. He continued to push in until she was filled to the hilt. She gasped at the unforgiving entrance. He began immediately his back and forth movements and she responded immediately with her hips and her buttocks, fucking him back. The man was not long before he emptied his balls in her cunt. When he felt she was about to scream, he gagged her with his own mouth and tongue. As soon as he had recovered his breath, the man, still silent, made her turn around and present him her ass. He looked puzzled when he saw her buttplug. Finally he smiled, took his cock in his hand and caressed himself to maximum hardness. In the same movement, he took out the plug and replaced it by his own cock. Kira began to scream. The man hastily gagged her with the butt plug. It was covered by white secretions and brown traces but it was a very efficient gag. she did her best to prevent nausea from the awful taste of the slime in her mouth. As soon as he had spent himself in her ass, the man rectified his clothes and went out letting Kira naked but for her choli in the middle of the cabin with the door half ajar.She had closed her eyes when she had cummed herself so she did not see the previous toilet user get in and close the door behind him. The man, a European, looked at her dripping cunt and ass. He took the time to free her from her choli to have her totally naked in his hands. He kissed her on the lips and pushed his tongue into her mouth. That woke her from her transe. She opened her eyes wide when she saw another stranger in front of her but she did not try to push him away. She let his tongue play in her mouth and soon her own tongue danced along. The man disengaged and pushed Kira down slowly. She immediately understood his intentions and she fell on her knees between his legs. She took the zip of his trousers between her teeth and pulled it down. A minute later, she was massaging his heavy weapon fresh from its confines. The cock was much bigger and several inches longer than the Indian man s before. She had to force her jaws open to engulf him and he reached very far down her throat, maybe as far as Kyrhan used to get. When the man spunked copiously in her throat, her jaws were aching and her lips were sore but she was pleased to have been able to service such a well endowed man without difficulties. The man left her alone. Kira wiped the sperm that was oozing from all her holes with paper towels as completely as she could. When she put on her saree, she found a one hundred dollar note and another on the floor. Both men had wanted to defile her, pretending she was a whore. She was mortified until she thought that it was just what she had done for Rajiv who had rewarded her by buying her a mangalsutra, one of the Indian symbols of married status. She did not wear it today as miss Chowdhury was not married after all but she intended to wear it with her husband when she would put on Indian garments. Dan had recovered sufficiently two hours later to go to the toilets with her again. Both were happy when they got back to their seats. Her husband had enough stamina to ass fuck her once more. Then he made her turn around. He licked her cunt and her clit until she had climaxed three times in a row. It was her turn to be exhausted but he put her on the toilet seat with one foot in the sink and the other on the toilet paper roll. He reminded her that she was an Indian wife and she had to satisfy her husband. He fucked her cunt, not taking care of her own pleasure. Nonetheless, she climaxed just enjoying his brutal assault. She loved to be raped that way. They went to sleep together. Kira managed to go to the toilets alone when the plane was flying over Italy, just throwing a side glance to the Indian man who snored gently. She undid her saree, removed her petticoat and her choli and opened the wallet Kyrhan had given her. She had never seen the clothes that were inside. There was a white silk blouse exhibiting a deep cleavage, a red cashmere sweater with a very low cut V neck and a matching skirt that ended six inches above her knee. Both were very warm. And very form fitting that would advertise she would wear neither bra nor knickers. She had white stay up stockings, red stiletto four inches shoes and nothing else except a ring adorned by several big rubies. There was a text inscribed on the inside of the ring : Kira and Kyrhan engagement with the date she had promised to allow him to knock her up twice. Kira had another surprise when she arrived at the passport control. She had remembered to go to the outside European community booth as she was now supposed to be an Indian citizen. There were very few people there. The policeman on charge lifted his eyes when he studied her papers. - Ah, miss Chowdhury. Welcome in France in the name of the French Embassy in Delhi. I have a letter from the Ambassador for you. The letter was quite clear : They would like to contact her next time she would be in India. They would like her to participate to several International conferences as their official translator. Kyrhan had already agreed to give his personal assistant all the time she would need for the job. She felt ambushed : she now had to master perfectly Hindi and English languages and she had just one year to do so. And to complicate her task, she had another personal agenda : to meet her objectives, she had to be bred by Dan during the next week that would be her most fertile time. +++++++++++++++++++ Five months later, Kira woke up around 6 AM as she had taken the habit since she had returned from India. Her first task was to take a shower and wash her hair. In five months it had grown down to the middle of her shoulders. She wished to be still much longer. She was taking great care of her hair, oiling and braiding it dutifully every night. After having cleaned herself, she put on a silk saree and went to the shrine she had built in the entrance with a permanent fire she refilled every morning. She dutifully did all the ceremonial rites of the puja offering flowers and scents to statues of Ganesh, Parvati and Lakshmi. She did not believe in these gods but Kyrhan had been adamant : to be a good Indian wife, she had to abide to the rituals, to pronounce the sacred OM, to make offerings to the gods and to the temples. From habit, faith would grow for Kyrhan. Afterwards, she pulled off her saree in her bedroom and proceeded to wake her husband as she had been trained to do, quite naked. First push away the covers and blankets to reach his cock easily then caress it slowly with the tip of her tongue then take the whole knob in her mouth and caress it with her tongue, gently first then more firmly until he wakes up then swallow it as deep as possible and blow him until he explodes in her mouth then open the mouth to show her husband her mouth is filled with his spunk, then finally swallow everything and open a second time her mouth to show him she had dutifully swallowed it all. Usually afterwards, he fucked her in the bed, on the carpet or on the table but on occasion he could use her anywhere : in the kitchen, in the bathroom or in the toilets, on the balcony or in the garden. The big trees protected them from being seen but not from being heard : Kira had become very vocal whenever she was fucked since their return from India. Dan used her often several times, choosing at the last minute between her cunt, her mouth, her ass, her tits or occasionally her hair, her face or her hands. When they were satiated, they took a shower together and put on clothes to go to work. Kira had some restrictions to follow : no knickers or pantyhose, no pants, only dresses and skirts, as rarely as possible bras, as high as possible heels, red or brown colors shoes were prefered. Tops, dresses or sweaters had to show off her cleavage and a scarf covered it when it was very cold. She was allowed to eat meat or fish with her colleagues quite normally as she was not wearing an Indian outfit. Kira had taken part time job to be free from 2 PM. Her afternoons were rather crowded : one hour of Hindi language and writing, one hour of English lessons and one hour of Indian way of life courses that included the story of India, the religion including the reading of the Vedas, the rules of appropriate behavior for an Indian woman and a cooking crash course. During the lessons, she always wore sarees. Afterwards she busied herself to clean the house and prepare food for her husband. She always prepared classic food for him but strictly vegetarian food for herself. After all, she had had meat or fish for lunch. As she was wearing her saree, the rules stipulated that she behaved as a model Indian wife. She served him standing, having eaten just before his arrival. After having taken care of every contingency in the household, they went to bed swiftly for an hour or more of frolicking. She was usually fucked twice at least before they fell asleep. Recently, she had had more difficulties to comply with Kyrhan stipulations : her belly was showing off more and more ostensibly. She hoped that the delivery would occur during the feast of Janmashtami in the honor of Krishna birthday. A proper time to give birth.She was now so full of Indian references that she more and more thought to events of the Indian calendar or their religious books. Maybe, that was what Kyrhan implied about faith. Getting pregnant had been just a formality as they were usually fucking between four and six times a day, rarely more although Kira would have been ready for twice that number. Her swelling belly had forced them to read again the Kamasutra to look for positions more suitable for her, that led them to increased frequency of ÒcongressÓ. They were in May. It was a sunny Sunday and Kira was intending to keep her saree all day long at home even if it would compel her to eat vegetarian for lunch when the phone rang. She jumped to anwer : - Kheyrah F., Hello. - Beg your pardon. I would like to speak to Kira Chowdhury. - Oh, Master Kyhran, It s the first time you phoned us. Kira had instinctively fallen on her knees in front of the telephone, spreading her legs as far as possible, pushing back her shoulders and pushing out her breasts and not forgetting to lift her head and hollowing her belly. She felt very proud to have followed so precisely his orders. - I know. Sorry for it but I needed to be sure : I will come to visit Paris in June. I wanted to check how your knowledge of English has improved and if you can already sustain a conversation in Hindi. These are the most important points in my view. - Master, I worked very hard every day and I speak now English quite fluently. I am less advanced in Hindi but I had no base knowledge. I intend to double the rhythm of my lessons during the rest of the year as I will stop the English lessons. I still hope to meet your requirements at the end of the year. May I ask you to have the honor of making you discover Paris. - That is quite a pleasant possibility if you have been able to fulfill my secondary requirements? - I wear sarees everyday at home. I put them on as soon as I arrive and I still wear no undies even with my European clothes and even if the skirt is very short, as you specified it, master. - Good. What about food? - I have not obtained from my husband to become vegetarian too, master. At home, I do not eat meat or fish but when I am with friends at the restaurant, I take normal lunch. - That was the deal but during my visit, no meat of fish for you, my dear pet, I m afraid. - For sure, master. How do you plan your visit? - I will be welcomed by my fiancZˇe, wearing her engagement ring and Dan. As I will be most certainly tired from the jet lag and in a hurry to be alone with you in bed, we, you and me, will get directly to the hotel. I will get a room for Dan and Ranu. - Oh She will come along. Dan will be delighted. He has missed her dearly, master - And reciprocally, She is so happy to meet him again. But personally, I was missing dearly my personal assistant and bride to be. - Bride. What are you implying, master? - You don t think that if I sire two offspring from your womb, they would be borne out of marriage, did you? - I did not think of it, master. - Just a question : are you pregnant from Dan as I have instructed you? - Yes, Master and the baby is healthy and already moving in my belly. - Good. When will you be delivered? - Theoretically in August, I hope for the feast of Janmashtami. - So I could plan the wedding in early November, about the anniversary of your first visit. Your husband will be invited, of course. - Isn t it too much to ask from him to have his wife married to someone else and leave her in India for two or three months to come back home alone? I pity him. - Don t waste your pity. He will have Ranu for company. I will deflower her just before we leave for France. He will have a just fucked once cunt at his disposal next month and a most ready womb to impregnate for the first time in November. Good Morning India Ch. 04 - It may be time to disclose them your ideas. Dan could disagree. - He should view himself lucky but we already had that discussion. Remember that before we met, you fucked only three or four times a month. Now how much? - Between four and six times a day and I would like maybe twice more. - Don t be too greedy. We will consider four times a day as you have your periods. - He doesn t care or he uses my other holes. - Nonetheless, that is equivalent to one hundred and twenty times a month, roughly forty times more. Do you think he has any complaint on this level? - No, master but. - You feel guilty, we will have to discuss it all four. One month later, Kira and Dan were waiting at the arrival gate in Roissy airport. Kyrhan s plane had been delayed by one hour and they had waited patiently. Kira had taken special attention to herself, taking a bath with scented oils, massaging all her body, taking one full hour to be sure her make up was perfect. She was wearing her prettiest silk red saree with high heels stilettos. It was the first time she had ventured in Paris wearing a saree and she had been a sensation. Many people had taken photographs with their phones in the streets as well in the airport premises. At last, they saw Kyrhan and Ranu pushing a trolley. Kira ran to jump in Kyrhan s arms while Ranu did the same with Dan. They were all clearly extremely pleased to see one another. The women kissed their lovers on the lips with wide open mouths. Kyrhan and Dan carefully put the women on their feet. The men shook hands while the women kissed lightly on the lips, a gesture that drew even more attention on them. Ranu was wearing a red embroidered kameez. For the people around them, there were three Indian people with one European. They went directly to the hotel, The plaza AthZˇnZˇes, a top class resort where the Prince Kyrhan had booked the nuptial suite for himself and Kira Chowdhury, his fiancZˇe. Nobody seemed to remark that the fiancZˇe was already pregnant and showing prettily. Of course, nobody knew that the baby she was carrying was not from the Prince. There was a meeting room, a bedroom with a king size bed on a podium and a bathroom with a glass tub with light coming from underneath. Kyrhan could not wait to see Kira in that tub. It was time to disclose everything to Dan and Ranu. Both were amazed by the extent of the planning. Neither Dan nor Ranu really appreciated their roles : having his wife married to another man and bred by him was not a pleasant perspective even if he had a young nubile girl as a compensation and just being a compensation was neither a pleasant idea for Ranu. - Uncle Kyrhan, I am surprised you devised such a scheme and did not notice the flaws in it. Everything is taken care of for your comfort and maybe Kira s too but what about me, for example? - What is the problem? - In your scheme, I would come to France to be the companion of Dan during around three months, then I would get back to India and come back to France, just one month before the delivery while Kira would do the reverse. - That was the plan. - If I go back to India, my mother would discover in less than three months that I am pregnant as soon as my belly would begin to swell. There would be a scandal you would not be able to ward off. - You are right. You cannot get back in India during your pregnancy.but you could take pills to avoid the pregnancy - Then, there would be another flaw : Kira would have to remain in India and I doubt that Dan would agree to it. If she is known to be pregnant, she will have to present a baby. - Yes I overlooked these implications. Perhaps we should drop the idea. - I have a better idea, Uncle!. We can improve your plan and have Kira and myself bred nearly simultaneously. As soon as both pregnancies are confirmed, I will fly to France and remain there for around ten months. You will have no problem to arrange it with your dear friend the French Ambassador. When we both deliver, Kira will fly with her baby and I will fly back to India a few days later with her child. Kira will take car of my own baby. - The only problem would be that Dan will have two women and I will have none during nine months. - Kira could travel back and forth at will. She would be known to be expecting in both countries. And nobody would know that I had had a child. I would be able to marry quite normally - You are very smart! Do you care for a job in my department? - If it allows me to fly to France once or twice a year, I would volunteer. For next year, I am planning to become a perfect French wife. - Does each of us realize that the discussion we just had is a typical Indian custom called Nichayadartham. Members of the two families meet a few months before the wedding ceremony to establish the dowry and fix the date of the marriage. - So, what are our agreement conclusions. - The bride will provide two children or two pairs of twins to her husband. She will work as personal assistant for her husband and provide assistance for international meetings with the authorization of her husband. She will be allowed to travel to France as often and as long as she feels like it. The marriage will take place in early November. Rehearsals will begin in early October. Did I forget something, my future bride? - I don t think so. I did not realize we had agreed on so many points, my future husband One week later, Kira and Kyrhan were walking down the Champs ElysZˇes toward the Concord Place and the obelisk. Kyrhan was wearing a suit from Gucci while Kira was wearing a gold embroidered white silk saree and gold plated thongs. They have been the target of many paparazzi and their photos had been on several newspapers front page. Fortunately, she was always wearing a saree, had her hair braided so nobody would associate Kyrhan s fiancZˇe with Dan s wife. She had just received a phone call from a friend who had noted she was looking somewhat like an Indian princess she had seen in the news. Her friend had told her that she would look stunning in a saree. For once, that friend was right. For Kira, the week passed in a dream as if on honeymoon. She had shown her fiancZˇ all the monuments of Paris and he made her discover all the finest tables while they slept in one of the most select bedroom in the city. Kyrhan had missed Kira for six months and they were doing their best to regain the lost time. Kyrhan fucked Kira maybe twelve times a day, twice the maximum rhythm of Dan as she had told him and she was screaming nearly all the night long but nobody ever came to complaint. The two couples spent just one evening together. The king size bed was large enough to receive the four of them and no one took as much as one hour of rest during the night. Kyrhan and Kira had the honor of beginning the event. Kira laid on her belly on the bed. She lifted her buttocks while opening her legs as far as she could, presenting both her cunt and her arse to the view of the other ones. She lewdly took her hands and opened successively her cunt lips and her ass cheeks while she wiggled lasciviously her hips. Kyrhan could not withstand the show. He jumped between her legs and pushed himself deep into her cunt. After a fast back and forth sawing, he withdrew completely and pushed his weapon without delay deep into her ass. Kira screamed but it was pure bliss. No mercy was asked and no mercy was given. Ranu offered her ass to Dan immediately after, just to show that she could give as much as Kira. Usually Dan was very cautious when he ass fucked Ranu and she had gotten accustomed to be used that way. This time, he humped her as violently as he could. Ranu screamed essentially from fear of being split open. Dan took no notice and ploughed on. Ranu was amazed when she found that her pleasure had been increased ten fold by the brutal ramming Dan forced her to. Her screams changed dramatically from pleas of sparing her to urgent demands of doing it ever harder. During one of the ensuing rounds, the men occasionally switched partners and Dan ass fucked Kira while Kyrhan filled Ranu s ass. The two women laid afterwards alongside, completely exhausted while the men had fallen on armchairs. Kira stirred and crept even nearer to Ranu and kissed her lightly on the lips. Ranu felt revived by that kiss. She took Kira s head in her arms and returned the kiss, invading her mouth with her tongue. They French kissed for several minutes until Kira broke the kiss and trailed down to her friend s left nipple she caressed with her mouth. Ranu did want to return the favor and in a matter of seconds the two women got in a fierce sixty nine none of them wanted to break. The two men watched the two women play together until they reached their climax simultaneously but they were not to rest at that moment. Their girl to girl exercises had revived the two men and the women were about to pay for it. Kira found herself sandwiched between her two men, Kyrhan in her ass and Dan in her cunt and both wanted to show her that they had some strength left. Ranu took a seat while they ravaged Kira but as soon as Kira had been deposited on the carpet, Kyrhan went for Ranu and made her suck his soiled cock. She did not fight very hard before submitting. Dan chose to ram her cunt once more. He hit like a jackhammer her cervix making her scream loud enough to cover the music they were listening. The four of them did not wake up until the middle of the afternoon. Kyrhan and Ranu took great efforts to enhance Kira s fluency in Hindi. At the end of the week, Kira was able to sustain the conversation, translate the meaning of texts in the museums they visited and watch films in Hindi. They congratulated her when she finally succeeded to read aloud one hundred pages of the Bhagavad-gita. Three months later, the obstetrician finally deferred to the continuous demands of Kira and agreed to induce the delivery during the feast of Janmashtami as the mother wished. Kyrhan sent flowers, a beautiful emerald necklace for the mother and a telegram advising her to prepare her womb for twins, at least. She would be expected in India for the beginning of October to attend the feasts of Durga Puja and Deepavali, with just one month to rehearse for the wedding. Two thousand people would attend including several members of the government and the French Ambassador. Kyhran had already booked their honeymoon travel to a small paradise island resort in the Indian Ocean for three weeks. They would be alone on a small lagoon island with staff coming just to clean the rooms around noon and serving food. Being nearly totally alone would allow them to swim, enhance their tan or sleep in the open naked or fuck wherever and whenever they chose, even on the wharf. If she would like it, group of musicians would be ready for anything : either a romantic serenade under moonlight or a jazz festival to dance slow numbers all the night. For the last honeymoon week, they would tour India before going to New Delhi to begin the official receptions. Kyrhan had already received invitation from the Prime Minister, the Commerce Chamber, the French Embassy and many other people but had announced that they would limit these receptions to the month of December. Kira wanted to spend the Christmas feasts with her husband Dan and her new baby. She was planning to stay a month in India and a month in France to share her time between her two husbands. Good Morning India Ch. 05 Chapter 5: The marriage of Kira Kira had taken a plane to Delhi on the third of October. It was the first time she was not traveling with her husband Dan. Kira had been inordinately feverish for the last month. She was about to take a big turn in her life. The last year had already been rather unusual : She had traveled one year ago with her husband Dan from France to India, a country she had found herself deeply in love with. By pure accident, they had met an Indian Vice President, a very influent and wealthy executive, and a Prince by birth. The man had taken interest in her as she was taking unusual care to live as an Indian woman. Kira had been rather strictly trained to act as a traditional Indian woman, including the sexual servicing of her husband. The Prince had Kira treated to allow her to have children for about ten years more. The first beneficiary had been her husband Dan who was now the proud father of a three months old boy named Pierre. In return for the treatment, Kira had agreed to give him two babies. She had not realized at the moment what that entailed. She had thought that she would just meet the Prince in India or in France when she was fertile, fuck a few times with him and she would fly back to India one month before the delivery. Six months ago, the Prince had visited her in Paris and he had exposed at last his whole plan. Prince Kyrhan wanted to marry her formally with all the traditional ceremonies. Then he would take her for a one month honeymoon trip followed by another month of official parties. After that, she would commute between France where her husband Dan was living and India where her future husband Kyrhan was. Being married twice would not be a problem as Kyhran had provided her with an official Indian identity, Kira Chowdhury. While she was forced to remain in India, Kira had arranged that the prince s own niece would take care of her husband Dan. Kira had a passing thought that her future life would be rather complex but she was pretty sure she would manage such a double life. Kyrhan had insisted she was to arrive in India one month before the wedding date. There were two major Indian feasts he wanted her to assist Durga Puja and Divali and he wanted to her to practice speaking English and Hindi. It seemed to him that it was a good preparation for the wedding. Durga Puja is one of India s most important feasts. It lasts ten days and celebrates the victory of Rama on the devil Ravana. Kira enjoyed discovering all the details of the life of Rama. The last day (vijayadasmi) was a glorious conclusion with Ravana s statues pierced with burning arrows and destroyed among the cheers of the crowd. Divali was the logical complement as it recalls the return of Rama after his exile of fourteen years. Lights adorned all the city walls to guide Rama home. Kira watched these two feasts at the side of Kyrhan, She felt really at home. She still did not believe in these gods but now even the religious rituals she performed every day to follow Kyrhan s will had become part of her daily routine. Even in France with her husband Dan, she continued to make daily offerings to the gods she had chosen : Ganesh, Parvati and Lakshmi. When she had mastered sufficiently Hindi language, she had begun to pray regularly for Kyrhan s and Dan s health and prosperity. Kyrhan s friends and members of the staff described her as very pious, especially when she made her devotions bare foot and wearing the orange saree of the devout. Three days before the wedding, Dan arrived from France. He would act as her brother and play an important part in her wedding. She was very glad that Kyrhan s niece would accompany him back to France for the coming year. She feared that Dan would find another mate while she was far from him. Ranu was not a threat as she wanted to marry and was sure that her traditionalist parents would never agree her to marry a westerner man. Dan would be lodged in Khyran s house. Kira managed to meet him in private. - Oh Dan, I have been missing you. It has been a long month without you. It s the first time in three years that we spend so much time on our own. - And the next time will be much longer : two months. - I m so sorry, Dan. It s my love for India that put us in this situation and now our life will never return to normal. - You are right : you are getting married to a very wealthy and influent man. You will meet international VIP, You may even give interviews to magazines such as Vogue. - I know. I have already two appointments with journalists in December. The fact that I am about to marry someone of Kyrhan s rank, that I always wear sarees and never European clothes combined with my general reputation of being very pious has interested some newspapers. A paper described me recently as a modern traditionalist, vying for the traditional virtues of the Indian woman. That evening, they had a private dinner with Ranu and Dan. It was to be the last review of their common project, as Kira would have many visits and appointments in the coming days. - It s always a pleasure to meet you, Dan. Thank you again to allow this event. - It s mainly for my wife s fulfillment. - You know that she did not let me fuck her since she had arrived in India. - If it can help you, she did not let me either since a fortnight before her departure. - She pretends she wants to preserve her chastity until the wedding night. - She gave me the same reasons. - What I do not understand is that both of us used her body many times before and she never barred us to use her cunt until now. - At least she has let us use her arse and her mouth without problem. Is it really chastity? - I don t think so but I am sure she will let you take her on the wedding night. - She has better. Otherwise, I would imagine raping her. - My dear husband, my future husband, Kyrhan will have the privilege to discover all my treasures in a couple of days. Would both of you like to sample my other riches together for the last time. The next opportunity will be in several months, I am afraid. - Dan, make your pick! - I will settle for her ass just to begin the evening. - OK, Kira, what about a sensual strip tease, just to warm us, hottie. The wedding ceremony (Thirumanam) was scheduled on two days. Kira had chosen traditional garments : a white vetti, a white sweater and a marriage hat. Kira was wearing a red saree heavily embroidered with pearls and stone incrustations. She had found in Kyrhan s treasure marriage jewels maybe two hundred years old she had had cleaned and was wearing proudly. Dan, acting as the brother of the bride (tholan) arrived to Kyrhan s house to take him to the wedding hall (Vibah Mandap). Kyrhan offered Dan a gold ring. They arrived together to the room where the religious wedding would take place (manavarai). Both of them were wearing a collar of white flowers. A priest began a very long ritual that lasted four hours. Ranu, acting as the groom s sister (tholi) arrived during the ritual. Kyrhan s only sister had died several years before and would never agreed her brother to marry a woman fifteen years younger than him. The bride was carrying a flower collar she passed around her future husband s neck. There were henna designs on the bride s hands and feet. Her husband would discover later that the henna decorations covered her whole body and special care had been taken to her breasts, buttocks and cunt. Dan had provided a dye that mixed with the henna had rendered it phosphorescent. Even without light, Kira s breasts, cunt and ass would beacon her whereabouts for Kyrhan s benefit The priest celebrated their official wedding with a blessing (Arimna) while flowers were tossed on the newlyweds (Poomanam Iduthal). The tholan and the tholi then passed the taali among the guests to receive their blessings. That taali was a gold necklace with two gold coins symbolizing the wealth of both families. The groom put finally the taali around Kira s neck. That was the signal to throw again rose petals on the newlyweds. Kyrhan then marked the forehead of his wife with a red dot (poddu) to show she was married. To follow tradition, he offered her a set of gold combs, brushes together with another flower collar. The husband and the bride then turned seven times around the sacred fire (saptapathy). * On the first phera, they prayed gods to give them a noble and respectful life * On the second phera, they prayed to obtain physical and mental force for their marital life especially their sex life * The third phera concerned the fulfillment of their religious obligations. They prayed the gods to bless them. * On the fourth phera, they prayed for a long and happy life. * The fifth phera was a prayer for the welfare of all the living beings in the universe. * On the sixth phera, they prayed for the seasons (that made Kira laugh silently) * For the last phera, they prayed for peace and faithfulness in their couple as well as for the rest of the world. Finally, Kyrhan put a ring (minji) to Kira s toe, and placed around her neck a mantalsutra necklace. She was now wearing the four symbols of a married woman. The newlyweds kotowed in front of the officiant, Kira bending lower than Kyrhan. All the guests pressed around them to offer gifts (Vevu). As the husband was a very important man, prince of a former kingdom, some of the gifts were somptuous. A big company president offered them a Land Rover, a producer of sarees who had known Kira s predilection for that garment offered one hundred silk embroidered sarees to the new rani. Dan offered a painting of Kira posing in saree in the Plazza AthŽnŽes lounge, six months before. A dinner (Kaichi Utrrudal) was then served to the two thousand guests. A magnificent party ended the wedding day. People danced through the night. Kira should have waited patiently under a canopy until her husband decided to leave but he preferred to stay and take part to all the festivities until sunrise. So Kira stood up and danced with the other women, always accompanying her dances with smiles and loving gestures toward her husband. At 3 AM, Dan and Ranu excused themselves and left for their bedrooms. Kira was not deceived as she was perfectly sure that they would share the same bed. They would fly away in the next evening and she was not to see her French husband for two months. She felt somewhat stranded. She was alone to face her new fate but she had agreed to it. Finally they left in car to kyrhan s family palace. As the nights in early November in India are sometimes fresh, she took off her saree, petticoat, choli and all her jewellery except the arm and ankle bangles and put on a diaphanous silk veil nightie. The garment was nearly seethrough, just letting some vaporous haze protect her modesty. Her husband could admire her gorgeous body, her erect nipples, the luscious curves of her bottom and her breasts. Her shaven cunt was nearly invisible under the complex henna drawings. She knew it was very late but she half wished her husband would rip off her nightie and claim her. - Sorry, my pet but I am very tired. My body requests sleep but I promise you that as soon as I wake up, I will take good care of you. You will be climaxing before you realize you are not sleeping any more. The next morning, just before noon, she was effectively awaken by the delicious sensations induced by Kyrhan s tongue licking her clit and her cunt lips. He had just pushed aside gently her nightie. When she screamed in climax, she could not pretend any more that she was sleeping. Kyrhan made true his promise and ripped her nightie from her body, exposing her to the morning light that filtered through the closed curtains. Her husband put himself between her legs and pushed in, sure to fill her to the hilt in a single moment. He was surprised to see his cock slipping away without achieving any penetration. He positioned himself again perfectly, fuming against his unusual clumsiness but he failed again, drawing a moan of pain from his bride. He froze in confusion. Kira cunt was somewhat sore from his two unsuccessful intromissions. Nevertheless she smiled at his contrite look. - My beloved husband, you should be more delicate with your young bride. She is not a seasoned whore you can fuck so easily! - What is the problem? - A simple trick : I have in France a friend who is a surgeon. He made me fill my cunt with astringent creams that were able to reduce somewhat the size of my vagina. I am now as wide as I was when I was eighteen when I lost my virginity. You will have to take some time to stretch me enough to accommodate your terrible weapon. - It will be painful for you. - I know, I will scream quite loud and I hope your staff will look at you with different eyes afterwards. For nearly an hour; Kyrhan fought restlessly to gain entrance. When he thought about it later, he felt sure that taking her anal virginity had been easier. He first introduced the middle finger and caressed her cunt lops and her clit. The result was an abundant lubrication that allowed him to insert his thumb in her still tight cunt. When he tried to insert two fingers, Kira began to scream louder and louder. After a quarter of an hour, she became loose enough to let him push in his thumb to the hilt and rotate it inside her. Kyrhan felt suddenly an unexpected resistance deep in her cunt and Kira emitted a painful shriek. She answered coyly to his questions : - I have another wedding present for my husband. The surgeon main job was to graft me a thin layer of skin in my vagina. I am now a pure and medically certified virgin. - But why? - You have taken a year ago my anal cherry. I wanted to allow you to boast having had both my cherries. You will be able to keep the sheets of this bed soiled by the blood of my defloration. I hope some of your friends may be jealous. - You can be sure of it. You will get a reputation of unusual chastity. - And as we have chosen the date of our wedding on the date of your ovulation, you must be at your peak of fertility. - So in a few minutes, you will take my cherry and impregnate your wife simultaneously!!! Cheers for the future offspring of Prince Kyrhan Singh! Kyrhan could not be restrained anymore. He pushed in and his knob entered her vagina at last. Kira screamed somewhat. Kyrhan stopped his assault when he felt his knob meet Kira s maidenhead. He waited until her sobs died slowly and began to caress her internal walls with his cock tip. The massage was efficient as Kira began to moan while she accompanied more and more his moves to increase her sensations. Each return movement when he pushed himself back into her tight sheath, she screamed as his cock stretched once more her maidenhead. He moved faster and faster and her screams became continuous. - Master, No more, please I can t stand it anymore. Do it now and do it hard or desist. - Do you recognize me as your master? Will you always obey my orders? Will you always be ready to service me however, wherever and whenever I require it? - Yes, yes and yes, master. Your word will be my law, above my life. - So be it. Kyrhan pushed somewhat back to gain momentum than pushed forward as fast as he could. The maidenhead exploded before that irresistible rush. Kira screamed as if she had been ripped open. Blood appeared around Kyrhan s cock that was now deeply embedded in his wife s cunt. He waited some seconds to let the pain subside and he began to move back and forth. Soon her moans of pain were replaced by words of endearment then by screams of pleasure then again of urges to fill her womb with his seed. - Kyrhan, my love, please fuck me, soak my waiting eggs with your sweet sperm. Make me pregnant at last. I have waited a year for this instant. Kyrhan felt a deep explosion in his loins and released a gallon of cum against her cervix. Kira passed out when she felt him spend so deep in her belly. She knew that his sperm would reach her eggs in a matter of minutes and that she had to let nature follow its track but she asked him to withdraw carefully, then she kept her bottom up in the air to help gravity to further increase the probability of procreation. She signaled her husband to fill her cunt with a plug she had put on the nightstand so not a drop of his precious cum would be wasted. With so many precautions, several subsequent identical fucks that day and during the days after, she was not surprised when she missed her period. Tests proved that she was effectively pregnant. Later ultrasound testing told them that she was with twins as Kyrhan had anticipated. Her husband laughed at her surprise. - It was to be expected. The treatment you were given by my doctor stimulated your ovaries. With Dan, the stimulation was too recent to be effective so only one of your ovaries had produced an egg. Now for the next nine years or so, you will only have twins. Would you mind giving me twenty children? - Not at all but Dan will want a share of the benefits! - Your damned husband will not content himself with Ranu? If it s the number of children that is the problem, we could have her ovaries stimulated too. She would give him twins too. - Sure but don t forget I am his wife, too! Kyrhan was so fond of her still virginal tight cunt that he decided immediately for a second bout with her, the first of several that day and many more during the next two months. After three days of pure bliss while they remained locked in embrace on the bed alternating between fucking and sleeping, they left on their honeymoon trip. Kira had just taken a small wallet with a formal red saree, a sexy seethrough pink one, another light blue to show off her tan, matching Lycra cholis and a very skimpy bikini just for the eventual visit. She was prepared to spend the next three weeks permanently naked even in presence of waiters or musicians and she wanted all her holes to be permanently ready to receive her husband. She took care to grease every morning ever after her arse hole to make buggering her easier. She kept this habit for all her married life with Kyrhan. Dan preferred her cunt and she never needed lubrication there. During their stay on the island, Kyrhan discovered a totally new Kira. The one he knew was relatively shy and needed to be driven into kinky actions. On the island, Kira was always naked and continuously teased her husband, stretching her arms back to show off her breasts, caressing her nipples while they were chatting with a lewd smile, wiggling her hips while walking on the beach, rubbing her crotch against a palm tree or the foot of a table. Kira even went as far as pushing a banana or a cucumber into her slit. One evening, they took their dinner after they had fucked a long time. They had shrimps for starters. She got rid of the shell and pushed the shrimp into her vagina, holding it by the tail. She took it out, covered with Kyrhan s sperm and her own love juices and she ate it as if it was a very fine delicacy. She prepared another one and offered it to her husband. He ate it directly from her fingers. They never ate the big lobster that was to be the main dish as Kyrhan took her in his arms to the bedroom and licked her cunt clean before depositing several new loads of cum there. They emerged from the bedroom in the next morning only and the lobster was already not edible any more. On another occasion, they had olive oil on the table and were served big long white radishes with a few leaves. Kira remembered Rajiv pretending to spit roast her along with a mutton. She decided to create a similar fantasy. Kyrhan found her on a big serving plate, her hands cuffed on her back, she was trussed like a grilled chicken with a lemon in her mouth, parsley branches in her nostrils and ears, her cunt and arse hole filled to capacity by radishes that were two or three inches large. A small menu card proposed -Stuffed Kira with lemon and radishes Ð Serve hot Ð to eat or take away- Good Morning India Ch. 05 It was evident that Kyrhan would make full use of his offered wife. Each time he used one or another hole, he plugged carefully the hole he had just used. When he could no more get a hard-on, he drew her to the wharf and made her enter a small open cabin to protect her from the blazing sun. He placed her back on the plate. This time he used a big carrot as a bit locked in place with electric cables. The carrot was too big for her to cut it with her teeth. He added rope restraints to forbid her to stand or to move at all and a blindfold. Kyrhan changed the menu card to -Kira stuffed with radishes Ð do not take out the bit - replace the radishes and restraints if undone Ð use at will this evening - serve cold for breakfast tomorrow-. The waiters were tested regularly for HIV and other venereal disease, so he was sure she would be safe. He added a note to the waiters telling them to eat themselves the meal prepared for him and his wife. The team of waiters (two men and one woman) discovered Kira when they arrived to serve dinner. Kyrhan was sleeping in his bedroom with a -do not disturb- sign on the door. The waiters decided to follow Kyrhan s orders. The two men decided to take Kira as they fancied. Her ass, cunt and mouth were then repeatedly filled with their sperm. The woman forced Kira to lick her cunt and her clit until her jaws ached. Before going back to the mainland, they tied Kira directly to the wharf floor as the sun had set down. They had fed her and she had drunk a lot. The temperature dropped during the night down to around 25 Celsius, rather warm but chilly compared to the 40¡ during the afternoon. It rained somewhat, as often under the Equator and Kira s plate filled slowly with water. Around 2 AM, her bladder requested to be emptied. She could not stand up nor call for help. She tried to hold it but lost that battle and peed in the plate, the pee splashing all over her as her pee hole was stuffed. She remained in that smelling stew until the waiters came back to serve the breakfast. They discussed what to do with her. The one that prevailed had the most nasty imagination. They untied her and cleaned her in the sea. Then the woman placed a tube terminated with a funnel deep in her throat. She poured the content of the plate in the funnel, forcing her to drink it all, somewhat more than half a gallon of the disgusting drink and to keep it. They tied Kira back on her plate. Her ankles and wrist were cuffed tightly. She was placed on her belly. They cut a broom and placed the point in her mouth and the other part in her anus, pushing it deep on both sides. There was a support at both extremities to keep both parts aligned. Even at short distance, Kira really looked like a spit roasted woman. The analogy was even more complete when her body was decorated with pickles and a big boning knife was placed beside her. Plates were presented with steak knives as if she was to be the main dish. As Kyrhan had ordered her served cold, they filled her cunt with ice cubes and pushed in a half bottle of Alsace French wine. The bottle was long and slim. It went in nearly completely. Kira felt very cold but the waiters did not let her wait too long before knocking at the door. Kyrhan went out and saw Kira trussed as a cooked piece of meat. He made several photographs of her and the details before noticing the bottom of the bottle protruding from her dripping cunt. He pulled the bottle out. The last ice cubes fell on the serving plate. Kyrhan applauded their ingenuity. He served himself a glass of cold wine and found it perfectly chilled. He announced that he would often use that chilling facility when he was alone or in small company. Kira was still trembling with cold as her internal temperature may have dropped somewhat. Kyrhan told the waiter to hang her by the wrists to a roof beam and take out the carrot that bitted her but put on a leg spreader to give him full access to her quim and her arse hole. When he had finished his breakfast, he whipped her with his belt from her neck to her thighs, then he used a short whip he called a pussy whip to chastise her cunt and ass hole. She screamed a lot and tears were running on her face and her body. When only sobs could be heard, he untied her carefully and took her himself to their bed. - Next time, you will not tease me so much, pet! - Master, I knew that you would punish me quite hard but I did it for your enjoyment. - And I enjoyed it a lot, my pet. Kira just thought that for some unknown reason, she loved to tease Kyrhan although she knew perfectly that he would punish her in some painful way and she never tried to tease Dan who would treat her much more leniently. She wondered whether she was a masochist at heart? There was a possibility to discover it : obtain that Dan punishes her without mercy. She placed it on her agenda. Kira noted that her husband was sporting a raging hard on. Maybe he really enjoyed punishing her. She felt it was her duty of submissive wife to help him gain release even if he had gotten this hard on while whipping her severely. When they returned to Delhi, Kira asked Kyrhan to stay at the family palace. She felt it was her wife duty to preserve it. Kyrhan would commute as often as he could and the city was at convenient distance to allow them to attend parties. In just two weeks, she had the main yard cleaned, the fallen stones piled in a corner, the vegetation cleared and she could organize her first party. It was a major success and many guests lauded the beauty, the intelligence and the tact of the new Princess as well as her permanent care for the well being of her guests. A journalist asked her how he was to name her in his paper. She chose to be called Mrs Kira Chowdhury, Princess Singh to point out that she was just her husband s consort. That choice was in line with her overt humility and her reputation grew even more. She occasionally found a portrait of herself on the walls of houses she was visiting. She was somewhat annoyed by such an adulation. She was welcoming the pause that would be afforded by her travel back to France at the end of the month. There was also a problem she had not expected. She had planned to go back to France, being two months pregnant, remain six months there and come back to deliver Kyrhan s babies but she found now very difficult to stay away from her second husband for such a long time. The problem was that she missed Dan, her first husband, too. Kira desperately looked for a solution. She did not want to disadvantage any of them. She finally thought that the best system was to alternate one month in India and six weeks in France as she would stay longer in India for the delivery and for the second breeding Kyrhan was already planning. That way, both her husbands would be kept happy, Kyrhan would not be left alone too long and she would still often see the baby she had had with Dan. Kira would be able to oversee the work at the palace. Kyrhan had definitively agreed to transform the palace into a hotel, just keeping the aisle of the former Maharani apartments for himself with its secluded courtyard. Kyrhan wanted to organize some kinky event for Kira before her departure. The problem was that Kira was now widely known and she would be recognized immediately especially if they were seen together. He had once invited very close friends as he was sure there would be no gossip but he wanted a new experience for his wife. A phone call from one of hiss provided a clue to his problem. One of his grand nephew was eighteen and still was a virgin. His mother had tried to discover his problem : the guy was clearly not gay. Whenever he met a girl wearing sexy garments, the young man was clearly very interested. He had hung on his bedroom walls a few portraits of recent cinema stars. and two of Kira in her red wedding saree and in a glamorous yellow saree in her husband s palace that had been published on magazines. Kyrhan informed his wife that he wanted that she met him in his palace office at seven PM to have dinner with two guests the week later, just two days before her scheduled departure. He gave her no more information and she did not ask. If he thought that could have helped, he would have provided all the information she wanted. He just told her to wear something sexy. She had chosen as usual with such recommendations a Lycra choli and a saree in silk veil : flimsy and elegant. Kyrhan presented her a young man. He was handsome, quite virile but unusually shy. He nearly fell from his chair when he met her. From that instant, his eyes remained glued to her. It was very disturbing but the young man was so gentle and well mannered that she did not object. - Pritan, would you be kind enough to call for your young cousin. - Yes, my uncle.. - Kira, we are alone for a few minutes. Pritan is so clumsy with girls he is still a virgin. I would like you to educate him, to seduce him, to make him lose his virginity at last. Remember that he keeps several photos of you in saree. So it will probably not be a very difficult task for you. Will you try to help me? Kira took just afew seconds to ponder before nodding her ascent. Pritan came back at that moment, drawing behind him a beaming Ranu. They hugged and kissed one another tenderly. If Pritan had not been there, they would have kissed on the lips as usual. - Ranu! How come you are here in India? I thought that you would remain in France. - Uncle Kyrhan told me that as my belly would not show really until two months, I could come and visit my parents. I will remain her about one month and then I will fly back to France for the rest of my pregnancy. - When are you due? - Beginning of August, the same as you, Uncle told me. Both have been likely been sired on the night of your wedding or the day after. - How is Dan? - In very good health as I have often prepared him vegetarian dishes and he exercised vigorously daily. But he is yearning to see his wife. Kira blushed deeply when she heard the news from Ranu but she had presented it so cleverly that only Kyrhan and Kira could have understood the meaning of her sentences. Khyran placed Kira with Pritan on her right side and Ranu in front of him near himself. He dismissed the servants and proposed the women would serve food to their neighbors. Pritan was in heaven when he understood that he would be served food and wine by the woman of his dreams. When he complimented Kira for anything, she thanked him with a peck on the cheek. His eyes glistened suddenly and he offered praises for her saree, her lack of shoes and eventually her own beauty. When a peck landed on his lips, Pritan froze and watched fearfully Kyrhan, sure he would be infuriated against him. But the prince was quietly joking with Ranu. Pritan noted that his hand on Ranu s side was out of view and when Ranu made him laugh, he would kiss her on the lips. Kira did not seem offended that puzzled even more Pritan. He knew she had lived many years in Europe. Maybe she had kept their less conservative way of life. He saw suddenly the hand of Kyrhan, emerging from under Ranu s saree. He made her suck his fingers as if they had been soiled. Both of them laughed and kissed once more but this time the kiss lingered and obviously their tongues were participating actively to the kiss. Pritan was disoriented and it got worse when suddenly, Kira kissed him the same way. No. Not here, in front of her husband. He froze once more. - Do not fear anything, my great nephew. I have been informed that you are still a virgin. Kira knows that you keep portraits of her. She volunteered to help you get rid completely of your virginity. - Completely? - Yes I expect that you will use tonight her three holes at least once and honor each one with a load of sperm or several, if you have the stamina. - But, uncle. - Yes, my dear nephew? - She is known to be so pious, so prim and proper. She is not a wanton slut. - She is a true Indian wife. She is ready to do anything I ask from her with no reserves. That is her only motto. - So I can fuck her here, in front of you. - Yes you can and Ranu and myself we will watch you to testify you are no more a virgin. My only condition is that you will never disclose to anyone whatever she will do with you. Is that provision accepted by you, my very lucky nephew. - For sure, Uncle. I would have given an arm for such an opportunity. - It will not be necessary. Just follow Kira s instructions and try your best to satisfy her. When you will have spent yourself in her three holes, you will retire to a bedroom with her and enjoy her for the rest of the night! - A night with the Princess!!! Oh thank you uncle!!! How can I ever redeem you? - First by keeping the silence about it then by working hard to obtain a good job and if maybe you get lucky marrying a beautiful woman, you could share her with me some day. - I will, I swear it. - For the time being, just take care of the jewel I am offering you for the night? - OK, listen to me, now, Pritan. First you will take off your clothes. No do not rip them off, take them off and fold them neatly on this chair. Oh, you are rather well endowed. My husband is somewhat bigger than you but about the same length. My maid told me that they come in different lengths and sizes and the pleasure is always different. - Oh, princess, it s so good. You are frigging my prick. - Just to make you hard. Let me suck it now. You will drop your first payload in my mouth. - Ohhh, princess, it's so good. - When you will have taken my three holes, I will teach you how to pleasure a woman with your mouth, your finger or your cock. You will be ready to service appropriately any woman on earth. - Any woman : You, Ranu, my sister, my mother!!! - Your mother or sister, technically possible but quite risky!! While Kira taught Pritan how to behave, Kyrhan and Ranu had watched intently the other couple. When the pairing progressed smoothly, they began to rummage among one another clothes. Breasts were fondled, tits were squeezed while both of the spectators squealed in delight. The sounds of love reverberated in the room until dawn. Good Morning India Ch. 06 Kira s plane landed at last on Orly airport, in Paris outskirts. The trip had seemed unusually long to her. She was very eager to meet her husband Dan who should be waiting for her at the arrivals exit. She had left for India three months ago. Her Master Kyrhan had her discover some of the major Indian feasts, just to check her mastering of English and Hindi language and her ability to melt into an Indian crowd. It was a prerequisite for the rest of what he was planning for her : they were to marry according to local customs under the ID her Master had provided her, then they would leave on a month honeymoon. Tests had already shown she was pregnant from Kyrhan as he had intended. While her wife was in India, Dan had the company of Kyrhan s own niece Ranu who was now with her parents in Delhi for a month. Kira would be alone with her husband during the whole month. She was so pleased by the prospect but she was somewhat afraid of his reaction. He knew that a baby that was not his was developing in her womb. How would he react? Dan was at the exit gate with flowers in his hand and a big smile. He kissed her on the cheek, that puzzled her : it was rather unusual for him. - Hello, Kira, I hope the trip was fine. - Just very long, honey. Why didn t you kiss me properly? - I am somewhat uncertain how to cope with you : are you Princess Singh or my wife, presently? - Kyrhan has been quite clear with his orders : As long as I wear a saree, a choli or a Kameez, I must consider myself his wife Kira Chowdhury. I must act at all times quite properly as befits the wife of someone of his rank. - I see. So it s better I don t kiss you on the lips. - You are stupid. Remember that he has given me back to you with the only provision when I stay in France that you don t ass fuck me when I m wearing a saree. Allow me just a few minutes to change in European clothes and I will be totally yours to plunder if you are interested. - Just a small problem : I am on different orders from Ranu and Kyrhan. You are to come back home with your Indian clothes! - But it s freezing outdoors. This saree is not suitable for such a weather! - Here is a winter coat and boots to walk in the snow, Ranu has bought them for you before her departure. - But I will be very cold underneath! - Ah yes. Kyrhan has forbidden you to wear undies, even here. He did not give me any special provisions. I don t want to offend him on any subject. I am afraid that you will have to withstand the cold until the car has heated up. Fortunately, the car warmed quite fast. Kira could soon take off the winter coat. She attracted the eyes of the attendants in the toll gates on the motorway with her bright color saree. Kira noted that Dan always chose the manned gates and never the automatic ones. She asked Dan whether it was on purpose. - Yes, definitely. I have been told to have you wear sarees as often as possible and show you around. In fact during this month, you will be denied to wear European clothes except if you are shopping or having lunch at a restaurant. - And if I go out with friends to a tea shop? - Given the cold weather, I would allow you to wear a dress and stockings if you need it to walk to the tea shop but pants and panties are strictly forbidden. Otherwise, you will keep your Indian clothes. Remember that you must eat only vegetarian food whenever you are wearing a saree. - Aye Aye, Master! - I thought you kept the name Master for Kyrhan! Kira realized at that instant that Kyrhan s influence was still overwhelming so far from India. Nobody would report her Indian husband any misbehavior from his wife but her French husband was reminding her of Kyrhan s orders and would surely punish or report her if she was reluctant. She remembered a phrase from Tom, a friend who shared her fascination for India - Europeans visiting India turning into weak willed slaves for dominant, powerful Indians Ð That was precisely her case and Dan s as well but Dan had compensations : he had been offered Ranu for breeding and company for the next two years while she was busy providing offspring to Kyrhan. Dan stopped around 8 PM to have dinner in a restaurant near Verdun. The country around was hilly with deep forests. It was already rather dark and snow was falling sparsely. She had to get in with her winter coat and appear in a bright yellow saree she had put on to greet her French husband. For sure, Kira became instantly the focus point of all the male guests and quite a few of their female companions. Curiously, all these people staring at her was a major turn on for her. She felt her cunt beginning to moisten when they ordered their food. She was wet for the starters and really dripping when she finished the main course. When Dan paid for the meals, her cunt was aching shamelessly. She was in need to be fucked, to be fucked hard by Dan or by any male who cared for it. A man was about to leave the restaurant. Kira smiled to him. He smiled back. His wide shoulders indicated he was likely to be a trucker. She approached him directly. - Hello, beauty, would you care for a ride? She was quite eager to spend half an hour with the man but her submissive mind told her she was to ask permission to Dan. He represented Kyrhan and she was in saree. She turned toward her husband. He nodded his approval. - Yes, you may but with a condom and I get to watch both of you. You will suck me while he fucks you. Arrange it with him. The man was not very pleased sharing this pretty woman but she was adamant. He finally agreed. The temptation had been too strong for him. They discovered a few minutes later that the man was driving a brand new two decks bus that reminded Kira of her adventures in India with Rajiv. The Indian guide had pimped her and she was blushing just remembering that time. If she had really been then an Indian woman, she would never have accepted such a complete defilement but it was just a part of the training Kyrhan had quietly imposed to her and she had accepted. The bus was really similar to their bus in India, including the dining table on the lower deck. The man closed the curtains to give them some privacy. - Shall I take off my saree? - Oh, surely not, let me lift the hem up. Clearly the man had never seen a woman in saree except in films. He was rather clumsy especially when he discovered Kira was wearing a petticoat underneath. She was so deeply in need that she took the lead : she pushed up her choli to offer him her breasts. She was not wearing a bra. When she lifted her petticoat, the man s eyes bulged out when he discovered that her cunt was knickerless and smoothly shaven. He ripped off his shirt and pushed back his pants in a few seconds. His cock was already quite hard and very impressive in length and girth. He was just somewhat smaller than Kyrhan. She would have no problem to accommodate him. Kira spread on the table, opening her legs and her mouth in a silent invitation and plead for no mercy. The bus driver was in a frenzy. He had to fuck this lovely woman and to do it NOW. No delay, no foreplay were possible. He just aimed his cock towards her cunt opening and rammed forward. The ram would have burst through a city gate and Kira had not even thought of resisting to the direct entry. She roared like a tigress when she felt him fill her to the brim. She did not have time to really scream as her mouth was immediately stuffed by Dan s cock. Kira s husband began to maul her breasts while the bus driver kneaded her clit. They were trying their best to give her as much pleasure as they could. Kira was especially grateful for Dan s attentions. He was so kind and loving. The bus driver erupted deep in her cunt. She was sad not feeling his cum splashing her cunt walls. Dan exploded less than a minute later in her throat. The force of his climax triggered hers. Once more her training had been efficient : she had waited for her husband s release before reaching her own. The bus driver thanked profusely Dan and Kira when they left. They went straight to their car with Kira still tasting her husband s fresh cum in her mouth. Her cunt and lips were somewhat sore but it was a pleasant soreness as she relished having serviced her husband and another man. They had just an hour ride to their home. She did not bother to put on her coat for the twenty yards to the door. - Stop, Kira, I would like a photo of you wearing a saree with snow all around you and in the night. I m sure that Kyrhan would love it. With the excuse of the photograph, he forced her to remain five more minutes in the cold. The unavoidable consequence was that her nipples got erect and taut, engorged by blood. Dan chose the moment when the nipples were so hard they could be seen under the saree fabric to take the photo. - Good, I will send it immediately. With the time lag, Kyrhan should be awake. He will appreciate. Kira s house was somewhat changed since her departure, three months before. The shrine was still there with the fire still burning on it. There were just several Indian artifacts on cabinets and a saree covering the sofa. Three photographs adorned the entrance chest : a big one of Kyrhan in the center, another one of Ranu and a smaller one of herself in the yellow saree she was wearing. Dan opened the guest room door. - As you will stay just four weeks here, put your belongings here. Ranu has redecorated the room for you and put your clothes in the guest room. No need to switch. Thus, Ranu had officially replaced her in the master room. She felt a deep ache in her heart. The pain was somewhat dimmed when she saw how the guest room had changed. The bed was now a king size one that could accommodate four people at least. They were lucky that the room had been the same size as the master bedroom. All the furniture had been replaced by beautiful Indian cabinets. On the walls, Ranu had hung above the bed a photo of Kira s wedding with herself in red saree with so many jewels, another one of Kira and Kyrhan when they pronounced their marital vows and a last one of the palace with the restoration work Kira had launched. - Ranu is planning to change regularly the photo as the work advances. She praises you for your enterprise. She has told me that all their family is quite proud of you. Does the room arrangement suit you? - Just surprised that she has occupied your bedroom. - She told me it would be better to remind you of your Indian life and if Kyrhan comes here in the future, he will have his own room ready with his wife. Both beds are large enough for the four of us if we need it. What could Kira say? She had several objections but they were cut into pieces before she even exposed them. Surely, Kyrhan would like to have his own bedroom and would prefer Kira to share it rather than his niece Ranu. She had had previously the same sensation of being permanently out-thought as if Kyrhan could read her mind. - Ranu has left a letter for you! Kira opened the envelope. There were just a few lines. Kira, my dear aunt (you are the wife of my uncle after all) I sincerely hope that you will love the arrangement I made in your home. I wanted you to feel really like in India there. The photos of Kyrhan and of your wedding should remind you of the most important moments in your life. I don t want to downgrade your marriage with Dan but admit that your second marriage changed more dramatically your life and will continue in the coming years. Don t fret about me replacing you with Dan. Remember it s a temporary assignment although I confess that Dan is so kind that I would love to be able to marry him too, but my parents would never agree. I hope you will enjoy your stay. Next time, I will be very pleased to receive my aunt properly. With Love Ranu How could she be cross with such a gentle girl? But the fact was she was now managing her French household as completely as Kyrhan managed her Indian life and Dan looked quite at ease with it. A few minutes after Dan had emailed the photo of Kira posing in saree in a snowy landscape, their phone rang. It was Kyrhan! - Hello, Dan. How are you? - Fine, Prince. We have arrived just a few minutes ago. Do you want to speak to your wife? - No. Just switch on the loudspeaker so she can hear me. Hello, pet, Was the trip pleasant? - Yes, Master. Just had an adventure at a restaurant on the motorway Dan described to her Master how she had been fucked in the bus, just like she had been by Rajiv in India. - Are you so turned on by buses? Next time you tour India, I will arrange for bus transportation. Might be fun! - Oh, no, Master. It s just that it had been so long since you had fucked meÊ: fifteen hours. I am no more used to such long chastity durations! - I see. Maybe I could help you, Dan, to tame your wayward wife. Do you have cuffs at home. - Yes; prince, I have several pairs. - Just cuff her hands in her back. Let her sleep naked in my room. If fifteen hours of chastity has made her real horny, I wonder how she will react to twenty four hours. It would be even better if you could wait for the next morning to fuck her. She would get really crazy. Enjoy her then but don t care for her pleasure. She is now so well trained that she should climax just from the idea of being fucked. - You think she is that tamed? A pity not to caress her body anymore! - You missed my point! If she can climax without being caressed, tormenting her tits or her cunt lips at that moment will just give her tremendous multiple orgasms. A woman is afterward completely exhausted and much more submissive. - We will try it. You are the expert. - I have a few other ideas for our common wife. Kira! - Yes master! - Go to my bedroom and wait there naked on your knees on the floor with your wrists crossed in your back. Dan will come to cuff you and put you in bed as soon as I have given him my latest advices. - Yes, master. Kira went directly to the guest bedroom, No, now it was Kyrhan s bedroom. She had no more her own bedroom in this house. She thought that even in India, she was sleeping in the Prince bedroom, not her own. She slept soundly, more tired than she would have expected from the jet lag and her encounter with the bulky bus driver. Her wristcuffs had forced her to lie on her belly or on her side all night. When she woke up around ten AM, she found it rather unusual. In India, Kyrhan or a night attendant would have awaken her much earlier to shower, get rid of her body wastes, perform the morning rituals and wake her husband. He would have fucked her deliciously to as many climaxes he had decided for her. She heard Dan snoring not so discreetly. He was still sleeping. Her bladder was really tormenting her. It was not difficult to walk to the toilets even in handcuffs. She relieved herself. There was just a problem when she tried to wipe herself dry. Finally she fell on her knees in front of the toilet and put toilet paper on the seat edge. She rubbed her pee hole against her paper and just to further increase the difficulty, one of the leaflet fell on the floor. To discard it, Kira had to lie on the tiled floor on her side, grab the paper, then she got up quite awkwardly before flushing the toilet. Preparing his breakfast from the kitchen cupboards was just another hurdle on her path. She had to climb on chairs to reach what she wanted and then she was on open view from any neighbors who happened to look to her house. She was perfectly aware of the risk of being seen but it was her duty to prepare breakfast for her husband and it was her main objective for the time being. When every napkin, spoon, plate, jug of milk and marmalade pot was in place, Kira went to awaken Dan. She fought with energy to push out the blankets and take his cock in her eager mouth. He stirred and his hand reached for her right breast. - No, darling, Kyrham wanted to make me wait until tomorrow morning. I will be sizzling hot then, ready to be fucked as you want. You must not let me cum now. - The hell with Kyrham. I can do whatever I want at my home, even fuck my wife. After all, you are not in saree! - Yes but I would feel guilty having trespassed his orders and I m sure you would, too! - It s true. He has given me and both of us so much, expanding our horizons that I would not like to fail him. Dan uncuffed her as soon as he had taken his breakfast. She got a tepid shower, just another reminder of her routine in India. She put on a saree to perform her morning ritual. Her husband then gave her a few instructions for the day. It was the first time in three months that she was under his direct orders. It thrilled her so much! - We need to replenish our food stock. Take the car and go to the supermarket. - Shall I wear my saree? - No I have a better idea. I have bought you a red vinyl coat with thick lining. It should be warm enough for today weather. A vinyl garment is somewhat slutty but these suede boots will break the total look. - As you want, darling but what am I to wear underneath? - Nothing but stockings and a suspender belt. - Under a winter coat, I will be even more exposed than when I walk with no undies under my saree. That is really slutty. - Just a warning : the coat is rather short. Beware when you step out of the car or if you sit down. The coat could easily ride up your leg and your naked cunt may show. - You want to shame me in public. Please, no, darling - My girl, my choice. I want you in the shortest skirts or dresses available - You mean, not a skirt, just a large belt. - Continue and I may offer you an appointment with my belt, hottie! Dan s rebuke cooled off Kira. She had some problem to adjust the suspender belt and the seamed stockings she was not accustomed to but finally she went shopping obediently. To feel the cold air licking her cunt was a thrilling feeling but walking while taking extreme care not to show off her shaved cunt was finally a major turn on. She could have fucked the handsome cashier or the bulky black guard at the entrance of the supermarket but there was no one she could ask to allow her to dally once more and none of the suitable males she encountered would have even dreamed of pushing her into some quiet place. She would not have objected to anything but she never would have an improper gesture without authorization. They took a light meal with her on the table on her knees and stark naked for his enjoyment. He then played with her body, making ice cubes glide on her breasts or on her engorged clit. She sighed in despair but did not even try to push him away. Oppositely, she tried as hard as she could to push out her breasts. In the evening, he ordered the first infringement on Kyrhan s orders. He told her to put on a very tight red sheath. Her breasts were squeezed out by the dress and jutted upward. The fabric was very thin and anybody would be sure she did not wear anything underneath. He took her to the garrison officers club where there was a big party with four or five hundred officers each one eager to propose a dance to the prettiest women around. It made her remember the reception at the French Embassy a year ago. She had danced all night in priority with Kyrhan and the France Ambassador but she had danced at least once with maybe eighty men of all ages. She never got on her seat for the whole night. When she noted the stirring in the crowd when Dan and her entered the ball room, she already knew all her dances would be overbooked several times, this night, too. She was right and many less lucky men would have liked to book dances for the next event, three months later. Around 4 AM, Dan drove back home. He just told her to show as much leg as she could on the way back. The traffic was quite sparse but it gave him the opportunity to caress her cunt, taking great care not to let her cum. She was to be ready to kill someone just to be fucked by any male who passed by the next morning. This time, he cuffed her wrists and ankles to the four corners of her bed. She would have to wait patiently for him to plunder her. She was so much excited that she slept only for short periods. When she was awake, she tried to imagine what Dan would do with her and this excited her even more. When she could not withstand the stress anymore, she first tried to recite mantras - Om mani padme Om - and she succeeded for some time. When her need became overpowering, Kira began to moan, pleading to be fucked but Dan was in his room and could not hear her. When dawn appeared, she was screaming for release. Dan finally came in. Good Morning India Ch. 06 - Good morning, Kira. Did you sleep well? - Please Dan, my cunt is aching for release. Please, fuck me, fuck me NOW! - Not so fast, Cara! You beg to be taken, used and abused if I choose it! - Yes, darling, please hurry up! - Shall I take you as your Master? - No, Kyrhan is my Master. You are just my husband. - Then ask Kyrhan for your release. Your husband is going back to sleep. If you make again so much noise, I will just gag you. - No, No, Dan, please. I will obey Yes I recognize you are my Master, too. I will obey your every orders, without discussion. Now fuck me silly, Master. - OK, bitch, just remember from now on that I own you when you are in France and Kyrhan owns you when in India and when you wear a saree or a kameez. - Aye Aye, Master. Kira was expecting he would push his cock directly into her cunt but her husband seemed to have other ideas. He began to caress her cunt lips, pulling them apart. Then he pushed directly three fingers inside her. It hurt, but he continued to ream her patiently Her cunt was now red and leaking her love juices. She screamed when he pushed in a fourth finger and even louder when he tried to push in his thumb. Tears were now running freely down her cheeks but she never asked him to stop and withdraw his hand. After all she had acknowledged him as her Master and her submissive mind told her not to disappoint him. She also thought that Kyrhan will be delighted to fist fuck her. That was a virginity he would never have the occasion to take from her. It was a typical feature of her mind now : when she was fucked by Kyrhan, she occasionally thought to her French husband but when she was fucked by her French husband, she always thought to her Indian Master, her Number one husband. Although she still loved tenderly Dan, she could not deny that Kyrhan occupied the first rank in her heart. If he had asked her to divorce from Dan, she would have been sad but would have obeyed but she would never have agreed to divorce Kyrhan even if Dan had ordered her to. A sharper pain forced her to pay more attention to her husband s ministrations. He had pushed in now all his hand up to the wrist into her cunt. He began to open his clenched fist and push out his fingers. The feeling inside her was tremendous. She felt as if she was filled up by a monstrous dildo ten inches wide. Her juices began to run again. Her sobs were mixed with gasps and screams but she could not even speak coherently. A series of shattering climaxes rocked her belly. She was fulfilled, exhausted already but shameful. It had been the first time in years that she had climaxed before her husband. She would have to train further. Dan continued to fist fuck her but she was way too tired to stir. Dan did not seem to mind. He just very gently eased his hand from her gaping open cunt It glided out with an obscene sluicy noise that proved how wet she had been Dan moved and presented his hard cock toward the hole his hand had just deserted. Kira had never seen his cock so much engorged. It was now nearly as big as Kyrhan s weapon. He ploughed her now more receptive cunt. She had not expected to be able to climax once more but she felt the familiar feeling building up in her belly. She began to reply to his frantic thrusts by opposite but not less frantic thrusts. Finally he came griping her hips feverishly to get deeper if he could. She had waited for his release to cum herself screaming. This time, she had fulfilled her duties and not acted as a self centered wanton slut. Dan found the strength to untie his wife from her restraints. She jumped to the toilets to relieve herself then came back to the bed. Dan was just recovering his breath. Kira bent above his body and took his flaccid cock into her welcoming mouth. It was slimy with his cum mixed with her love juices. It was a big turn on for her to pull the sticky and delightfully smelly cock to her lips, lick it clean before swallowing everything. The next days were quieter with visits to her family and friends. They found her tanned, in great shape and rested. They joked about her having not to toil when in India. She could not tell them that she spent most of her nights there screaming in utter bliss in the arms of her Indian husband or someone with whom he was sharing her. They could not have understood how she had fallen completely under his commanding spell and would do anything kinky he would ask from her. He would not even have to order, just suggest and she would abide at once to anything. For all these visits, Dan had told her to wear her usual sarees. The discussion then rolled on the life in India. She just told them she lived in high standing hotels and had no real knowledge of the life of an Indian woman of a low caste. India fascinated many westerners and most of the meetings ended with all the women enticed into wearing sarees Kira provided them. She explained them the different ways to put on the saree and always finished with the most sexy with the navel in full view, the knot as low as possible, the saree the tighter possible. In addition, she only lent them the sheerest or the most see-through Lycra cholis and the flimsiest saree silk fabric. When the women came back to the table with the complete outfits, Kira loved to see fires igniting in the eyes of the male attendants. It was funny to have a wife posing in front of her husband and all the attendants in sexy outfits she would never have worn the equivalent in European clothes. When there was in the group one or several single persons, Kira often went as far as having married women showing off just in front of the single men or single women in front of married men. Kira pointed out the prettiest assets of the women in display : sexy tummies, rounded navels, prominent bottoms or breasts under the saree. She really hoped that these parties would lead to many couplings, whether in marriage or outside, she did not care. - It s funny. When they are in saree, European women often lose most of their inhibitions. They donÕt object to be photographed by strangers - I had noticed : that garment is so light, sexy and quite easy to put on or off that they love to pose for anyone. - Sure. The women suddenly are eager to show off in front of men whether their husbands are present or not. - Every man present would have loved to take any of the girls to some quiet place. - I am pretty sure that with two or three similar parties, I could have all of them wearing sarees at home for their husbands benefit and with two or three more parties, the women would be excited enough to take a lover and wear the saree also for him. - It s unfortunate you have to fly back to India in three days. - I know. I am sad and delighted together : an unusual mixture. Are you aware that Kyrhan has promised me a short trip at the end of February. - Yes. He has told me so. - Where? Europe, USA or India? - I promised to keep the secret, but I can tell you will have to wear sarees. Next instalment : Kira in Italy for Venice Carnival Note to readers It seems that the present series was appreciated by European readers and vilipended by Indian ones. Thanks for the encouragement and may I point out for the second ones that Kira is just a French woman fascinated by their country. No offense to India is to be found here although a trip in India in common trains is not always so pleasant. Another remark is that these stories do not follow the usual progression to the final catharsis. Don t forget that the purpose is a day to day report of Kira s adventures for several years. Standard progression would be just boring. It seemed better to narrate one rather hot event and a few smaller ones placed at not so random times like in some US TV series. Good Morning India Ch. 07 Chapter 7: Kira at Venezia Carnival After a month in France, Kira was overjoyed to fly back to India and be reunited with her Indian husband Kyrhan. India and especially her husband were now the main axles of her life. Her French husband, Dan, was another central part of her life but Kyrhan had clearly taken the upper position. He was so self asserting, so sure of his power on her and her automatic acceptance of his every whims that she felt totally secure just following his suggestions. Since her Indian marriage, it had been the first time she had traveled on her own and she was desperately missing his presence, the sound of his voice, the touch of his hand on her own, of his lips on hers that always made her melting in his arms and her cunt dripping. Afterwards she always felt totally submissive to him and would jump into the fire if he told her without hesitation. Being the wife of a vice prime minister had its advantages as she had traveled in first class with Garuda company. Several waitresses were trying very hard to make the travel less dull for her, ready to bring her a refreshment, a pillow, a comforter or adjust the head lamps if she just closed her eyes. She was already feeling arrived in India. As usual, for the travel, she was wearing a silk saree, this time a lilac one that emphasized the perfection of her complexion. Sarees of ever changing colors were a trademark of Kira Chowdhury, Princess Singh. She may now have more than two hundreds of them. She had been offered a good number when she married Kyrhan and both her husbands offered her some more regularly. She was lucky that Kyrhan s palace had so many rooms at her disposal. Kyrhan was waiting at the arrival gate. Her heart jumped in her chest when she saw him at last. She was really in love with the man, there was no question about it, although he was a little less than twenty years older than herself. And there was no interference with his important ministerial position. She would have loved him as much if he had been a simple retired man of no importance but, for sure, her life would have been totally different. When Kira reached him, in the crowd, she did not jump in his arms as all her emotions told her to do. She joined hands in front of her and saluted formally her husband with a joyful smile. She had to act properly in front of so much people. Kyrhan was accompanied by two staff members who took her wallets and escorted them to their car. The glasses were tainted so Kira, once in the privacy of the car took Kyrhan in her arms and kissed him lovingly on the lips. He responded and let his hand wander on her body. She smiled even more when she felt him check she had traveled naked under her petticoat and choli. She could have explained him that she was now totally used to it and she had just thought to disobey him when she had faced freezing temperatures in France. Dan had forced her to follow Kyrhan s orders and she had gradually welcomed the bite of frost on her most sensitive parts. It reminded her at every moment that she was following her Number One husband s instructions. Kira found the works in the palace had not advanced very much during her absence. She should never stay in France so long : nearly six weeks, if she wanted to invite friends to parties inside the building or have Dan, her French baby and Ranu for a few weeks there. - Master, Has Ranu arrived safely? - Yes, pet, Dan has phoned me they were on the motorway but I m afraid that my niece is much less adventurous than you and she will never be picked up by the first bus driver on her path. - Sure, Master, but they could stop at a hotel on the road whenever she wants. - She told me that Dan is more eclectic than myself. He has told her to wear sarees at home and miniskirts outside. Thus she doesn t draw too much attention. I just fear that she will never more feel at home here where clothes are moreÉ - Conservative, Master? - The correct word. You have seen my point. Kyrhan was ostensibly in a hurry to be alone with his pretty wife. He told the staff members to let her wallets in the lobby, pretending that his wife was tired and would go to sleep immediately. Kira had slept in the plane, so she was not at all tired. She already knew that her husband just wanted desperately to fuck her any way he could until he collapsed in sleep or she fainted, the later the better. He would have been the perfect Latin loverÉ When the attendants finally vacated the room, Kyrhan hastily locked the door and closed the curtains. From experience, Kira knew that she would not sleep much that night. When her husband closed the curtains, it was usually to muffle her screams, either of pain or ecstasy and when he locked the door, he just signaled her she had no escape possibility. The key was attached to a collar he placed around his neck. Kira felt totally owned and she always deeply relished that feeling. Kyrhan ordered her on her four on the bed. She complied immediately as she was swooning with desire. She had been accustomed to be used and enjoyed several times a day. She was now a sex addict, yearning to be fucked at least four times a day but always ready for much more. She positioned herself on the edge of the bed and opened her legs as wide as she could, bending slightly to have her bottom up in the air and her breasts just grazing the silk blankets. Her cunt and arse hole were in full display and partly open, ready to be used and abused. Kira began to swivel her hips around to draw Kyrhan s attention toward her bottom and entice him to fuck her immediately. A side benefit was to frig her erect nipples against the smooth surface of the blankets. That alone would have made her moaning in pleasure in a matter of minutes. Kyrhan remained standing, just at the perfect height to ram his raging cock into the velvety folds of Kira s cunt. She was already dripping and would surely not need additional lubrication there. As soon as he was deeply embedded in her cunt, he cupped firmly both her breasts in his hands and used them to draw her body toward him to impale her fully on his cock. Kira followed carefully the tugs she felt on her breasts. In her husband s arms, she was like a completely tamed mare, able to understand and obey directions given with a feather touch of the reins on the horse bit. Kira was beginning to understand the ponygirl fetish even if in this rather overcrowded country, it would be difficult to indulge in such experiments. Kyrhan increased his pace and that allowed her to climb back from her trance. He was now grinding back and forth in a frenzy. He was clearly on the verge of cumming. She concentrated on the feelings in her body. She desperately wanted him to cum the first. It was her duty, the way she had been trained to follow Kyrhan s preferences. She succeeded in postponing her own pleasure. He cummed but Kira had overdone her self imposed job. She did not come herself for the first time when she felt his hot spurts against her internal walls. Kyrhan looked sad not having her cum with him. Kira smiled to him in a reassuring mode. She had exerted fully her self control and would make an opportunity of this small problem. She disengaged and turned on her back. She lifted the hem of the saree she was still wearing and bunched up her petticoats. Kyrhan watched lewdly her offered cunt just in the middle of her widely spread legs. Slowly, Kira positioned her hands near her vaginal entrance. With the left hand, she parted her cunt lips to exhibit the pink folds inside. Her clit was now in full view yearning for attention. It was engorged, ready to be caressed or used. Her right finger positioned itself directly on it and began slow circular motions She lifted her hips and let them fall back on the bed with a creak of the bed. She repeated the movement, just slightly faster. The gentle continuous creaking of the stately bed was a reminder of the task Kyrhan had not finished or she had not let him finish. Kira index was terribly effective on her clit Kyrhan had not caressed in his haste. Her left hand went to her glorious breasts and began to knead them gently. She moaned now continuously and let the first screams erupt from her throat. She pinched her tits as she felt the first waves of pleasure rocking her belly. Her climax was stupendous having been postponed so long. She thrust up her hips and held them there. She screamed in utter bliss. When she found back her breath, A coy look at Kyrhan s cock told her that he was once more quite erect and hard. She lewdly placed a finger in her mouth and waited her husband s reaction. She did not wait more than a minute. He placed his shoulders under her knees and lifted her until only her arms and her head were in contact with the bed. Kira felt Kyrhan s cock touching her anus and knew immediately that he would now take the back passage he had had the privilege to deflower himself and was keeping for his own use. Even her French husband was not allowed to use it when she was in saree. That had not forbidden Kyrhan to offer it to Indian close friends. Apparently her bottom was for Indian cocks only. Kira s husband did not need to push very hard to penetrate her arse. Kyrhan has used that hole repeatedly since her deflowering, at least once a day and often more. She had prepared herself in the plane by applying copious volumes of KY jelly. Kyrhan just entered his knob inside her rectum and let her own weight impale her slowly. He even lifted her completely from the bed and made a few steps. Each one made him go half an inch deeper. When he was fully in, he began to bugger her seriously. She was screaming and spasming convulsively until they exploded together. This time she had let him win as in such a love war, it is as much pleasurable to win as to be defeated. She finally screamed : - Kyrhan, my Master. I love you. I will do everything you want. Just order and I will obey. - Kira, my pet. I love you, too. Before we continue our sweet talk, just note that you have an appointment with your friend the French Ambassador in two days and that I have booked a one week trip for both of us in Europe at the end of February. - Fantastic. It will remind me of our honeymoon trip, master. Where are we going to? - Italy. I want you to make me discover the Carnival of Venice. - Great. I went there several times with Dan. - Did you wear a mask,Êthen? - Yes, master. I was dressed as a marquise, a noble woman of the eighteenth century. I was wearing a specially made dress with very wide skirts and a very low cut top. Very sexy, I think. - Mmmh. I would like to see you in such attire. I may rape you on the spot. - You cannot rape me, master. I will always consent to anything from you. - Nevertheless, I will visit Dan around the middle of your next stay in France. You will pose for me. If I like it, I could organize a masked ball in our palace. I would have for you a dress fit for a queen. - It will have to wait for after my delivery, master. When I come back in India, I will start showing and that would ruin the shape of the dress. - You are right but if you cannot be a pretty marquise then, you could wear your belly dancing costume. The tummy is bare and it will be the perfect moment to formally announce your pregnancy. The French Ambassador just wanted to thank her for her participation as an interpret to discussions between India and France on several economical projects. - Princess, I wanted to thank you once more for your decisive participation. There were at least two occasions in the last conference that the official translators had misinterpreted the text and your interventions to correct them saved the day. - Nothing of importance. The mistake was quite simple to correct. It s just that the translators were not fully aware of some intricacies of the French language. - But you were! And you declined being paid for it, princess. - I could not ask for a fee from a foreign country and I always feel honored to work for my country. It has given me my husband and I don t ask for more. - A commendable thought but not so usual nowadays, it seems. We will look for a way to express our admiration for you. You radiated authority and no one got vocal during even the most difficult points of the discussion. You should work for peace conferences. I would recommend you. - Thank you for your good opinion of my quite small contribution. - Uhh. Would you mind if I had a rather personal undiplomatic question? - If I can answer it. - When I said that you radiated authority, I noted that you were literally glowing. Are youÉ - Bravo, Monsieur l ambassadeur! You are right. I am expecting twins. Prince Kyrhan should have at last the heirs he had been wishing for years in five months. I can tell you he is delighted and it s a gross understatement. - Receive all my congratulations and forward them to the Prince. Just don t advertise it. The prince wants to make it official when I will start showing. - I will keep it a secret, Princess. Kyrhan had booked a suite in the Danieli Hotel, surely the best hotel in Venice, just a few yards from the Piazza San Marco. The Danieli is a former palazzo (palace) of the fifteenth century with walls decorated with frescoes. Kira and her husband arrived in a motoscaphi (motor boat) just in front of the hotel on the wharf, twenty yards from the hotel entrance. Kira, as usual was wearing a navy blue saree with a rather thick fabric. Nothing to do with the flimsy silk veil she was usually wearing at home. She was sad when she saw in urban India so few women wearing the saree in the name of commodity. It had been one of her reason to live in Kyrhan s family palace located in rural surroundings where she could wear traditional clothes without attracting undue attention. The winter was still cold but much less it had been a month before in France. Kira had withstood the cold in France for a few minutes. She was pretty sure that she could withstand that milder weather for hours with a thicker saree. Kira had looked for the most suitable mask to wear. She had finally chosen a simple black velvet mask with music notes spread on the left cheek. Kyrhan would wear an outfit Kira had prepared just for him. Its appearance would match his grand father s official outfit one century ago but the fabric would be thicker and there would be a very warm lining. Her husband should not be cold but she thought that the same luxury was not necessary for her. She was just his consort, not a noble woman by birthÉ Kira was wearing for her first Carnival outing an orange saree with a matching saree and a rather heavy petticoat. They turned to the right toward the piazza San Marco. They climbed the steps of the small bridge where they could see the ponte del supiro (Sighs bridges) from the prison to the courts. Kyrhan and herself had to stop after every step to allow people to photograph them. She had been wise to inform Kyrhan because they had to wait ten minutes before the number of flashes began to dwindle and allowed them to walk further. Kira whispered to Kyrhan s ear: - We attracted a lot of photographs. They love such unusual outfit. - A very unusual feeling. These people look at my outfit but no one looks directly at meÉ - Just the other masked people will really look at your eyes. I agree with you it s weird but it has always turned me on. - Did Dan come with you here? - Yes, several times, master. - Did you wear a saree, then? - No, I was wearing a marquise outfit with crinoline under the dress. It was sexy but warm and Dan was wearing a Casanova outfit. It s a legendary lover. - I know. Will he come this yearÊ? - Maybe. I didn t tell him we would come. This month, I m totally yours, master. - And next month, you will be totally his, I assume. I would prefer you to keep a small place in your heart for your husband when he is far from you. - You are always the number one in my heart even when I am in France. Dan is less imaginative and less domineering than you are and for the time being at least, I love being submissive to my man. But hush, masked people are not expected to talk, just pretend it but we are not in India. You can touch me, kiss my hands or put your arms around my shoulders and nobody will object if you touch delicately my tummy or my breasts. - And what if some local Casanova tries to seduce you? I have seen several of these special masks with overdeveloped upper lips. - I will not be seduced on the plazza San Marco. It s too much overcrowded. I would like some quieter location. - Like what? - There is a masked ball in one of the private palazzo this evening. The palaces are superb and there are so many rooms. It would be easy to get lost and look for an empty bedroom. - And I want to keep you for myself - You will just have to dance all night with me or keep an eye on me all the time. - You would be unfaithful to me? - It s Carnival. Everything is allowed for ten days. Your duty is to prevent me from dallying. On my side, I will look for opportunities to spend a few minutes with some handsome Cavalliere. Women are so easily seducedÉ Kyrhan knew that Kira was teasing him once more. She was quite shrewd and would surely find a way to escape his scrutiny and she would easily find some young man eager to fuck a so pretty mature woman. She would not even try to hide the evidence and he would punish her quite severely for their mutual pleasure. But this time he has prepared a scheme to subdue her somewhat. The flashes accompanied steadily Kyrhan and Kira as they walked slowly under the Procuraties portico to the Florian coffee shop where tickets may be bought : two hundred dollars each, a rather stiff price that ensured that only wealthy people could attend. Kyrhan felt somewhat lost with so many people around him with no staff or bodyguards although he knew that such a crowd guaranteed his total anonymity. Kira had bought for him a bauta, a sort of hood covering his head except the face, a tricorno and a face mask with a long nose, a physician s mask. Not even Ranu nor his own mother would have recognized him. Kira looked happy and was dancing under the old portico. She stopped regularly when someone wanted to take pictures of her self. She mimed movements as if she was in conversation with Kyrhan or someone else. Many men asked to be photographed holding Kira in their arms. Most of them placed their hands on her exposed hip or tummy and she never objected. At least they were making her warmer. Some women clustered around Kyrhan whose wide shoulders attracted them. Kira thought that Dan s shoulders were even wider and she remembered that many Italian women wanted to be photographed in the arms of Casanova, especially if his cape partly concealed them. When she was arriving at the end of the portico near the San Marco basilica, a man suddenly came from behind a column. Instinctively, Kira lowered her eyes to her feet and froze. The man put the tip of a closed fan under her chin and forced her head up. Kyrhan did not know how to react. Kira looked straight in the eyes of the man with a haughty expression and discovered that he was wearing black spectacles. The man was as large as Dan but she did not recognize his usual Carnival outfit. A marquise in a red dress with a very low cut dŽcolletŽ was taking photographs. Before Kira had found something to tell the bad mannered man, he turned toward the red marquise, laughed merrily and got lost into the crowd. Kira had loved the incident but she forgot rapidly the couple who was nowhere to be seen. They took their dinner at the Monaco hotel, not far from the piazza San Marco just on the river of the Canale Grande. At nine PM, it was time to get to the party. When they had passed the gates, Kira and Kyrhan found themselves at the base of a monumental marble stair way. Kira presented her hand to Kyrhan who automatically placed his hand under hers. Even if he had never known the European Court habits, his reflexes of a long family of Princes had dictated him how to react. Kira was very proud of her husband. She had been so right to succumb so easily to his willÉ Good Morning India Ch. 07 A big ornated door gave directly on the ball room and thence to a series of reception rooms nearly as crowded as the piazza Sn Marco at rush hours. Kira asked Kyrhan to fetch her a vodka with orange juices. She was sure that it would be enough to make her slightly tipsy but she wanted to be mad that night. While her husband was waiting to be served, she saw a man in a black outfit apparently eighteenth century inspires coming her way. The man wanted to start a conversation in English. She smiled to him, covering her mouth with her open fan and answered in Hindi. That puzzled the poor man. Kira took pity on him, she shrugged her shoulders and drew the man to the dance floor where she had heard the first notes of a square dancing she knew. The man was a very good dancer but Kyrhan was waiting at the edge of the dance floor with her vodka. She told Kyrhan in hindi to thank the man for his performance. - So you are already trying to seduce men here! - Not at all, that man tried to discuss with me. I wanted to discourage him by speaking in hindi but he just scraped his head. So I took him to the dance floor. - No need to justify. I will just exert my conjugal rights to obtain the next dance with you. - It will be my pleasure, masterÉ The dance was a waltz, one of the dances she usually kept for Kyrhan. While he made her turn so pleasantly, she saw the red marquise dress in a corner of the room. But, when the waltz finished, the woman had disappeared. Kira had not seen the man who was with the marquise but his clothes and even his mask were black, so she may have skipped him. She glanced at all the men in black but none looked like him. A joyful saraband was launched to force everyone to dance. Although they tried hard, Kira and Kyrhan got separated. As people joined the saraband, they got farther and farther apart until they could not see one another. The saraband explored all the reception rooms and the head where Kira was even explored a cubicle leading to the former staff apartments. The man who was following her steered her aside the saraband. Normally she would have balked being grossly manhandled but the man was so authoritative that her submissive tendencies sprung to the surface. - Don t turn back. I m your mistery lover and this night, you belong to me! - No, I m married, I can tÉ - Hush, It s Carnival time. No chastity vows are valid. Even the word chastity is obscene, here and you are too pretty to be spared a good fuck. Kira fought resolutely although she did not try to flee the room or scream for help. There were people in the next room who chatted quietly. A scream would have made them arrive immediately. Kira s mask fell to the floor. The man took the opportunity to kiss her on the lips, inserting his tongue in her mouth. She could have bitten him but she preferred have her own tongue dance with his. Kira stopped immediately fighting. She took the man in her arms and kissed him back, responding feverishly to his obvious passion. She realized that the man was wearing a black mask that left only his mouth accessible. She made full use of the opportunity. The man pushed her back until she felt the edge of a table behind her back. She herself lifted the hem of her saree and of her petticoat before lying on the table. The light of Venice came through the window panes directly on the table. The man could easily see that her cunt was knickerless and smoothly shaven. Minutes later, she was desperately searching for her breath while trying to quell her pleasure screams. She welcomed the man s caresses with her swooning cunt. When he began to finger her clit expertly, she crossed the edge with no more thought about her husband who was surely looking for her. When she climbed down from her cloud, she found him with his fly open, ready to fuck her. - No, Not without a condom, it s too riskyÉ - OK, slut, but you place the condom yourself on me. - OK, Uhhh, a strawberry flavored one. Do you prefer a blowjob or a fuck? - I will opt for a fuck then a blow, just to make me hard to fuck your ass! - No, not my ass! It s only for my husband. - Then you should have stayed with him? Now it s too lateÉ Kira was ready to fight the man to obey Kyrhan s orders. Unfortunately, the man s cock was already positioned ready to fill her cunt. He pushed in. Their short discussion and the imminent fucking she was desperately craving for had made her very wet, ready to be used for his enjoyment. His cock entered her as easily as if she had been warm butter. She gasped only when his pubic hair came into contact with her shaven cunt. He had impaled her straightforwardly with his nine inches cock. He remained frozen a minute as if he wanted to let her stretch to his respectable size. He was not sufficiently experienced to understand that if his weapon had penetrated her so easily, it was because her usual lovers had even bigger cocks and let her experience them several times a day. The stranger began his eternal back and forth sawing movement and she fucked him back to increase the friction. She clamped her cunt sphincter to squeeze him in then she released him just before clamping in again when he pushed in. It was a new exercise Kyrhan had asked her to practice. He had told her just to stop peeing in the middle, then resume several times. Kyrhan claimed that he would climax fae stronger that way. She had trained even in the plane, since. Kyrhan had just told her not to experiment it with Dan, for the moment. Ranu would have the first occasion with him. Kira was jealous of her friend but Kyrhan had reminded her that Dan never had the privilege of a first with Ranu. It could be the good moment to begin if he wanted to strengthen the bonds between Ranu and Dan. Kira felt soon the stranger cock getting even bigger. He stopped moving, savoring the moment he would spurt his seed. She finally heard him moan while she felt the condom filling and getting warm with his hot seed. It was something she seldom experienced then as for the last two years, she had been always fucked to be bred by both her husbands or when she was already pregnant. As Kyrhan had never used her as a whore, she only fucked trusted friends that she could service as nature had intended without any risks. Kira climaxed too as the man was sending his last spurts in the condom. Dan did not allow her to suck him. He clearly had an agenda for her. He quickly moved behind her. He bunched up her saree and her petticoat and quickly placed his hands on her fine ass cheeks. He pulled them aside to open her cleft and inserted his finger into her tight rose bud. Kira gasped at the attack and could not suppress a groan of pleasure at that violation. The man probed her deeply but he was not brutal at all. She could not find the strength to push him away. He cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed them roughly. He pulled them down until they came in contact with a dusty table. She turned her head in his direction and he covered her mouth in a deep tongue licking kiss. He was the perfect Dominator and in his arms, she could be nothing but the perfect submissive. She had always loved to be completely dominated by men and especially by strangers. Another man entered the room. Kira did not even turn her head toward him. He could watch her being ass fucked, she did not care and when the man would have finished with her, he could have her himself. She wouldn t resist him. She told him to wait for his turn and he could take whatever hole he fancied. The man groaned an approval and remained in the dark shade near the door. The first man had now well prepared her arse hole. It was now gaping open, ready to admit the intruder that was already poking the entrance. The man guided the tip of his cock in alignment to her rectum. He pinched hard her right breast, making her scream. He took advantage of the opportunity he had just created to enter the first two or three inches. Kira gripped the knob of the intruder with her anal sphincter. The man groaned in pain but remained as hard as a log. She apologized meekly while relaxing her muscles. - Sorry, sir, It was just a reflex! As soon as her muscles had unclamped him, the man pushed in by two other inches. He was now halfway inside. He began to alternate push and pull minute movements. He also tried to have her relax by rubbing her clit with his right hand and her nipple with the other one. She began soon to moan desperately in need. - Go on, please, fuck me, fuck me harder, FUCK ME BASTARD! His teasing of her clit and nipples produced soon the desired effect and she opened herself totally to him. He roared when he felt he could not get deeper. He was so excited that he was not able to stay for a long time. He jerked off and filled once more his condom. Kira was haggard not having reached her second climax. The man put on in haste his clothes and left not even telling her goodbye, a true bastard. At least Kira had another man who could take his turn to try to satisfy her. She turned toward him and approached him on her knees. The man stopped her with his hand. - Wait. I will call my friendsÉ Dan, Ranu, you may come inÉ That voice, it was impossible. - Kyrhan, you are Kyrhan but it s impossible, you are not wearing the same maskÉ - You never thought that I may have exchanged it during the sarabandÉ - Oh my god! - Yes, you are right to be sorry. Ah Dan, you are here at last. I have seen this slut, your bitchy wife being fucked in the ass by a stranger nd she was not raped. She did not even try to tell him to stop. At least she had the sense to tell him to use a condom.. - May I point out that she is also YOUR wife, prince. At least, it is what is written on her papers. - That is not the problem. I had been quite specific : when you are wearing a saree, your butt hole is mine and mine only, isn t it so, bitch? - Yes master. I apologize. - Do you think that it would be enough. You made me a cuckold in front of my friends. You jilted me and above all you dsobeyed me!. I should have you thrown out of my palace, out of my life. - No, Master, you were there, you could have stopped it with just a word. - True but I wanted to find how far you would go. From now on, I will control you as closely as possible so you will not stray again. At least, if she was to be controlled, that implied that he would not divorce her. Somewhere it was a relief for her. - Take out all your clothes. I want you as naked as you were on the day of your birth. - I obey, master. - Lie on the desk, no on the belly. Let your arms and legs hanging. Dan do you have the ropes I have told you to bring? - Here they are, Prince. So, he had anticipated she would stray sometime during the Carnival. He had arranged the help of Dan and maybe Ranu. He was really the mastermind who had engineered all the events that have completely changed her life so far. She loved so much to be with such a superior man and she dearly thanked Dan for having allowed the scheme to developeven if she was to pay a hefty price for it tonight. Kyrhan had swiftly fastened her legs and arms to the legs of the desk. Kira could no more try to escape the fate Kyrhan had decided for her. She felt her quim becoming wetter and wetter, just with the thought of her helplessness. - Ranu, can you give me the implement I have told you to bring? - Just a second, uncle, it is looped under my belt. There? Heew It was like wearing a corset. It was so tight an unyielding. - A corset, a very good idea, my dear, I will have one made especially for Kira when she are through with her two pregnancies. Did you listen to it, my dear slut wife, you will have to buy special skirts or dresses when your waist will be reduced by two sizes and it will be just the beginning. I would love circling your waist with my two hands. A swishh resonated in the room. - Here is the implement for your punishment : a very pliant English rattan cane. Ranu was kind enough to travel to London to buy it. There is a big shop near the British Museum that proposes all kinds of whips and canes. This one is especially adequate to punish errand children and servants but this custom is fading but it can be also used for errand wives. So shall we begin? I would like to go back to the party. - Prince, you have not specified how many she is to receive. - I didn t specify a number. It will be Kira who decides she had had enough. She will just have to call stop and it will be over and cool to get a five minutes break. I will lay them rather hard - So she can stop it now. - She could but her punishment would have been forfeited. I will see the punishment settled after she had had at least six. Frankly I doubt she could reach twelve. Afterwards, she could gain back my respect at two dozens. She will count loudly each Kira clenched her teeth. Kyrhan had just fixed her goal for the night. She would do what was needed to be forgiven and more. - You see the interest of a cane as a punishment tool is that it causes intense suffering with no discomfort at all for me. With a sound spanking, my hand will hurt but in a few minutes, only your bottom will smart and it will smart a lot. Kira turned her head toward her husband. - Do whatever you want and do it now. Don t fret about it for one hour. I m dead afraid but the wait is far more difficult than the deed itself, I m sure of it, Go on, please, master: - This cane will teach you not to be so cockish. You will count them. I will deliver them by pairs remember your ordeal will be ended by the word STOP and you can have a small break if you say COOL, Understood? We have better to gag you somewhat. Ranu, do you have knickers on? - Yes, uncle. - Take them off and made a gag with it to silence Kira. Not this way stupid. The part that has gathered your juices must be in contact with her tongue. Please think a little about it! - But she will not be able to tell you to stop! - She just have to spit out her gag. Ready, Kira? Kira nodded. Kyhran lifted his right hand and brought down the first stroke. She screamed in her gag but it prodyced nothing but a barely audible moan. Kyrhan waited until she had calmed somewhat. A white line had appeared on her cheek that turned pink then red. Kira was gasping but did not try to spit out her gag. Her eyes were wide open, out of focus. Gradually the three observers saw her face change and express complete determination, dedication. She had a goal and nothing but death would stop her. Kyrhan tapped the cane a second time half an inch higher than the first red weal. Kira spit out her gag. Was she about to say stop? Kira glanced accusingly toward her husband and said TWO! with a defiant look. She might be submissive but she clearly was not fully tamed. Kyrhan reflected that this unusual contrast was the reason of the fine chemistry between them. There were now two parallel red stripes on her bottom. Kira opened her mouth to be gagged again. Kyrhan retirned swiftly to his position. Kira clenched her fists. The next two strokes were received in total silence. Ranu took out the gag. Kira just announced : FOUR! Maybe her eyes were a little watery but clearly Kira was not defeated. She was still not when she annouced : SIX. Ranu stepped in - Kira, you reached six, you may stop it now. Your bottom is awful. There are six angry weals, please stop it now! Kira smiled to her friend but she turned toward her husband who was beginning to sweat profusely. - Continue, master. Ranu silently pushed back the gag but she left her hand on Kira s in comfort. The hands of the two women clasped together. At ten, kyrhan paused once more. The first weals were turning purple. - How can you so brutal with her, uncle Kyrhan. She is your wife, I know you love her. She is pregnant from your seed and yet. - Put a finger in her quim. You will understand, Ranu. Ranu s finger entered a furnace. Kira was not wet, not dripping, just a liquid hole. She moaned when Ranu took out her finger. - You have seen! She can stop any time and tonight incident will be forgotten but she wants more. Leave her at it. A sound thrashing of her bottom will not endanger her babies. Kira placed her left cheek on Ranu s hand for comfort. Kyrhan resumed his place and lifted the cane once more. He had expected that she would break at twelve but she had not yielded at twenty. There was not an untouched zone on her bottom. Kyrhan would not strike twice at the same place for fear of damaging the skin. He aimed the cane to the top of her thighs. He knew that the pain would be even worse. He decided to shorten the torture he was inflicting on his wife. He really hated to inflict so much pain on her. The only problem was that she was clearly keen to be severely punished on occasions. The next four strokes were applied with all the strength that Kyrhan could find. At last Kira let tears flow from her eyes, her face changed from tortured to utter bliss, her hand nearly squeezed Ranu s. She was having a shattering climax, just from being beaten in front of both her husbands and her niece, here in a dusty forgotten room in a Venetian palazzo of a forgotten age. Kyrhan had left the cane fall to the floor. He placeproudly d his hand on Kira s shoulder. Kira opened her eyes and we a weary sigh announced - TWENTY FOUR! You may go on, Master - No, I will stop here. You have had enough for today. You were courageous, Kira, my dear wife. You are completely forgiven. Let me unbind you but wait a few minutes to recover before standing up. You might fall down. As soon as she was freed from her restraints, Kira embraced her Indian husband. - Oh Kyrhan, you are the cruellest man I ever met by far but you are also the one who best understands my needs. I love you! Kira just remembered that Dan, her French husband was there too. He would have reason to be jealous. - Dan. just don t be jealous with Kyrhan. I love you too but you are my relief, my comfort, the man with whom I look for rescue when Kyrhan asks too much from me Ranu went to fetch some water to cool her aching buttocks. When she came back Kira had her arms circling both her husbands, Kyrhan on her right and Dan on her left. They were exchanging smal talk and loving words - It was terrible for me, It was really hurting me when I saw the weals on your buttocks and I was adding still a few more but I felt that you needed it. - Yes, master I needed a good thrashing to redeem myself in your eyes. Forgive me for having caused you so much grief. -Kira,We won t talk about it. Back to our usual discussion. I love how you were marvelous naked on the desk. It s how I want you to be from now on whenever you re with me, I want you naked and available. - Even in your palace? - Especially in the palace. When I will be at home, I want you to tell all the staff to quit the premises and as soon as we are alone, to disrobe completely. There will not even need to have a seat for you. Either you will serve me food or drink, dance for my pleasure or reclne on my lap and I will feed you myself from my plate : service reduced to the best part. Kira stood before him and adopted the most submissive pose she could imagine : her eyes downcast watching his feet, her head bowed, her hands clasped in her back, on her knees in front of him with legs and feet wide spread and her lips parted around her gaping mouth to show her total readiness. She nodded her assent. - And you will offer Dan the same tretment when you are alone with him. Ranu, You will have the choice : either naked as Kira, a slave to Dan s needs or clothed as a mistress to be served by Kira too. I suggest you alternate. As soon as Kira was steady on her legs, she put on her saree and they went back to the party. Kira had no occasion to sit down and her smarting buttocks would have prevented her to do so. She was exhausted but it was a demonstration of sheer will when she waited for Kyrhan signal to leave for their hotel. She kissed Dan and Ranu on the lips with a very loving embrace. Good Morning India Ch. 07 Kyrhan had to steady her on the way to the hotel. The cold air was very pleasant on her still smarting ass cheeks. The next days were much quieter with walks under the procuracies porticos to get photographed (she was aplenty either alone or with Kyrhan, Dan or Ranu) and visits to the best museums in Venice : Accademia, Ca Rezzonico, Ca d oro. The last days they were together in hir hotel suite, Kyrhan produced three parcels, one for each of them, the biggest was for Kira. - I have found this small thing in a very secluded shop here. Something quite in line with Venice history. i would like Kira to wear it immediately. I fear that she will need to put it in her wallet to pass the customs as it is metallic but she will put it back on immediately after. Kira opened the parcel and watched at its content in disbelief. - Kyrhan, master what is it? Don t tell me it s. - Yes it is, my pet : a real chastity belt in metal that can be locked for sure. It s meant to allow you to wash yourself and eliminate your wastes without taking it out. You could stay with it fot months but I doubt that you will keep it on a whole day. you see, there is a grid you will pee through and sharp cutting blades arond your butt hole. you could still be ass fucked but I would advise your suitor to wear a good steel condom. - And you alone will have the key! - You are fearing that I want to keep you tomyself even when you are in France with Dan, No, pet. I have three keys made : one for myself, one for Dan and one for Ranu. The three of us will be the only ones to guard your chastity. If none of us allow it, you will be denied to receive or give pleasure but with your tits and mouth. You have better to be fully obedient from now on. - I will, master. Kira flew back to India wearing the chastity belt and was proud that Kyrhan had valued her chastity so high. Her cunt was sopping wet. She had to put on a paper towel not to stain her seat with her love juices. She just hoped that they would often go to the toilets together. * The next instalment (Kira and Swapna) will close this cycle with the delivery of the first babies of Kyrhan. I am planning other adventures for Kira but may be in other places where she can wear a saree in the street without attracting too much attention. Fortunately there are many Indian groups disseminated in the world. Thank you for the positive comments and sorry for those who sent me hate comments (they should not have read my text if they don t likeit ). If you want to meet Kira (in a story), you may send me all the details to describe your character and what kind of relations you would like for him with Kira (Kyrhan and Dan are desperately straight) or her (with Kira, Dan or Kyrham). Ideas for new adventures are welcome. Good Morning India Ch. 08 Chapter 8: Kira meets Swapna (Dedicated to the real Swapna who will recognize herself, I hope) * Kira s stay in India was coming to its end. In a few days she will be back in France where her French husband Dan has been waiting for her since three months. They were following exactly the schedule they had agreed upon. She had delivered the twin babies Kyrhan had sired nine months before in the palace nursery an idea from Kira. She wanted to follow the tradition of Kyrhan s ancestors who arrived in this world in their palace but she wanted to have all the modern help in case ther was a problem and above it she wanted to deliver her babies in a quite clean aseptised room. There had been no problem, then and during the next three months, the babies grew steadily, suckling avidly from both her engorged breasts. Kira s physician carefully followed her diet as on one part she wanted to gain back as fast as possible her lithe body shape but on another part, both babies drained so much calcium that she needed a special diet. The physician just had not been told that in addition to her two babies she was being suckled occasionally by her husband Kyrhan. In a particularly hot night, just after she had sufficiently recovered from the deliveries, she had offered him to take a sip directly from her udders. Kyrhan had been quite surprised to find her milk tasty and since then, he occasionally drank what was left after her babies had stopped feeding themselves. She would remain in milk just a few more weeks to allow Ranu s new born child to be accustomed to her, too and more importantly to let Dan take his share. Kyrhan has also told her to allow Ranu to suckle her too. - Ranu is your niece as we are married. I took all her cherries as I took yours. Both of you have been bred simultaneously and fucked regularly by the same men but you never exchanged more than pecks on the cheeks and a few kisses on the lips. - We are both too shy to indulge in more than that - I would like both of you to get more involved together. Maybe a real lesbian experience would be in order. I would like both of you to play together on this bed while Dan and myself would watch from these armchairs. - You know perfectly well that Ranu is in France with Dan. - She could come to visit her aunt just for two or three days with him. We could also go and visit them. - I will do whatever you ask from me, Master, even I don t like it, really. - We will think about it. We have years in front of us unless you want to quit my life? - Oh no, Master, I really enjoy living with you, following your orders, being a slave to you. - I really doubt that slaves would manage palace hotels, receive journalists or members of the parliament at parties. You impressed a couple of young members of the government last week, by the way. - Remember that we have been married for more than a year, now and I get more and more accustomed to be the happy wife of such an important man. - And I am equally happy to be the husband of a pretty, caring, loving, sexy woman. - That didn t preclude you to lock me in this chastity belt you bought in Venice - On purpose : waiting for unattainable release during the trip will make you real horny when you arrive. I hope that Dan and maybe Ranu will benefit from it. - Master, you are so mischievous. You would like to control me at any time even if I am half a world from you. I love you. - I know. Before I forget, I have a gift for you in this wallet and a letter describing how to use it. Just, as usual, don t open the letter until you have flown away. Kira had even awaited the plane had been flying above the Indian ocean before opening the letter. Kira, my wife and my pet, You know that I am missing you terribly when you are so far from me in France. I was desperately looking for a way to reduce my grief. By pure chance, I had the occasion to meet a young Indian software specialist, her name is Swapna. I have never met her in person and I do not know how she looks like but her voice on the phone seems young and vivid, a very pleasant voice, indeed. From our discussions, I think that she shares a few common interests with me. She is very good at her job and you know that the programming skills have recently become a specialty of India. With the help of a few friends you have met occasionally we were able to prepare a prototype which is in your wallet. If the experiment I would like you to enter in is a success, we will organize a party when you are back home in India to thank them. Afterwards there was a long list of instructions she would study later. She jumped to the end of the letter. You are always in my mind Your Master Kyrhan Kira was happy that her husband was still in love with her. To her eyes, the rest, all his orders were of no real importance. She was just upset that she had two homes, so different but so similar, too. She expected the flight would be terribly long. On the previous ones, she had been accompanied by Dan or by Kyrhan and they devised kinky events for her, going in the plane toilets with her for a quickie on the sink, caressing her cunt and her clit with the only protection of a blanket and dimmed light. Once Kyrhan had made her disrobe completely under the blanket. With a saree, it was really easy and he had enjoyed her body several times. He had gagged her with an handkerchief not to draw attention from their sleeping neighbors. There were few people in first class on this flight, maybe three or four. So Kira tried to pleasure herself on her seat. The usual blanket and comforter would give her ample protection. She tried to slide a finger between her skin and the unyielding metal of her chastity belt but there was just not enough slack. The dangerous looking blades around her butt hole deterred her to try to get a finger inside herself there. Kyrhan had told her that she could expect release only from her tits. She had never cummed just by tit fucking or groping. She knew that it would just make her even hornier. Nevertheless, she would try. A miracle is always possible. Kira had been given a real cloth napkin, a courtesy for first class passengers. She had put it in her mouth to muffle her moans. She began to tweet hard her nipples. Maybe she wouldn t cum but at least she would not brood in her corner thinking to lost occasions. The gag seemed not to be effective enough as, in her daze, she perceived a movement on the seat next to hers. She opened her eyes and saw a man looking at her directly on her eyes and bending above her. He was surely not an Indian nor an European. She could not identify his origin, maybe Lebanese. The man smiled when he saw her, looking back at him and not reacting to his unsolicited intervention. His hand crept under the blanket toward her cunt and froze. He had felt the smooth metallic surface of her belt. She grinned to him with a sorry shrug. After an instant of surprise, he explored her body. When he tried to push a finger in her arse hole, Kira felt obliged to warn him. - Beware, there are cutting blades all around. The man looked puzzled and sad. Kira decided to do something for him. She slided down from her seat, and was soon on her knees at his feet. He was wearing European clothes and she went directly to his fly. She opened it to reveal a long, fat and very hard cock. She took it in her hand and began to wank him carefully. The man seemed to appreciate her ministrations. He reclined on his seat, letting her proceed as she wanted. She would have liked to offer him a blow job but it was not a chance she would take. The man saw she was hesitating. He smiled and took out a condom. Kira laughed : it was mint flavored : her breath would even smell fine afterwards. She unrolled the condom around his big meat and began to suck it like a lollipop. He wanted to reciprocate and kneaded her nipples with both his hands. She enjoyed the attention even though she knew she would never cum with just that stimulation. She felt the condom inflate and got warmer when he jutted inside. as soon as he was totally spent, he lifted her up and made her sit on his lap. He continued his massage of her breasts with his lips while his hands caressed the inside of her leg from her knees up to her chastity belt. He was really good at it as she felt her belly grow heavier until she reached a climax, a small one but a real one. - I would have loved to fill your cunt with my jizzm. Preggers and real hot, my pretty cocksucker. - You had noticed I was pregnant! - As soon as you entered the cabin. Otherwise, I would not have tried to seduce you. I ve a fetish for pregnant women in saree. Kira and the man stayed seated together for the whole flight and chatted quietly. When they were flying above the Alps, there were turbulences and the plane rocked seriously. Kira was frightened. The man tried to soothe her, taking her hand in his and even letting her hide her face against his shoulder. After the landing, the man helped her carry her luggage and Kira only relinquished his hand when they reached the exit door. She did not know anything about him but he had been so helpful when her frustration had reached a peak. She had hated Kyrhan during a few minutes and the stranger had been a welcome relief. Dan and Ranu were waiting for her outside. She waved goodbye to the man - Welcome, Auntie. Who is this man? - Just someone I met in the plane. He was seated next me and we chatted during the flight. - As I know you, what were you up to? Did Kyrhan make you wear your chastity belt? - Yes, I m locked in. What could I have done if I had wanted to dally? - You are so clever that you might have found a way. - You will have to guess. When they arrived at their destination, Ranu was very proud to show Kira the last improvements she had made in Kyrhan bedroom. - You have a seventeenth century fresco on the wall in your palace bedroom. I have photographed it and reproduced here. You will feel really at home, now, my dear aunt. - It s very well reproduced. Kyrhan will love it but he wants a few changes here: there is a sophisticated webcam to be placed in the corner of the ceiling and an Internet driven transducer. It works as a remote to control Kyrhan s new sex toy : myself! He had found a software specialist. This girl, Swapna, has accomplished miracles from Kyrhans account. He asks me to phone him as soon as it is fully installed He wants for sure, that I christen the installation this week. - Ok but until then, you are welcome in our bedroom, Kira but I am afraid that you will get little sleep tonight. - I was not planning to. Thus, three days later, Kira was on her bed with her wrists and ankles secured to the bed posts, a twelve inches dildo half embedded into her cunt, a slimmer one deep in her butt hole and tweezers covered her nipples and her clit. Everything was connected to the main dildo. - Finished! Kira, you are now wired for pleasure. I have put the strongest batteries i could find. They should last two hours at the minimum and I have spares if we need it. Now it s up to Kyrhan. - I m with you Dan. everything seems to work fine. I am starting to test everything. I have a check list Kyrhans voice came from the transducer box. It was clear and not metallic. Kira felt the dildo in her cunt coming to life inside her. Protrusions emerged from the head of the long sex toy. They were covered with a skin like coating. The protrusions were aligned in a vice form but nobody could see it deep in her cunt. The vice was a self drilling type. So when the head turned, the dildo just got deeper inside her. It could get to her cervix but no further. The head angled somewhat looking for Kira s G point. When it found its goal, Kira arched her back. The loudspeaker boomed. Kyrhan seemed excited. - Gotcha! Coordinates locked. The computer will always stimulate your G point whatever your position will be. The protrusions seem OK in the penetrating mode Now, I will test them on fucking mode. They can be more or less round. Kira felt the protrusions rearrange and begin a swirling ballet inside her. she could not help but moan loudly. She really enjoyed it. - Now, the anchor mode to forbid you to take it out. The protrusions became pikes. The skin covering them still protected the walls from any damage but Kira felt stuffed to capacity. Moving the dildo inside her might really hurt her and she wouldn t even try to pull it out. - Don t be afraid, pet. If there is a connection or a power failure, the protrusions deflate automatically in a few seconds. Now I have also some more limited control of the dildo in your ass. It came to life too, emitting penetrating vibrations. The head was moving back and fore as a real cock. Kira began to pant and groan from the stimulation. - I have also push buttons to deliver mild electric shock to your nippples and your cunt, nothing dangerous but when you will be about to climax, it will push you over the edge and keep you there. Our volunteer tester experienced multiple climaxes during an unusual duration up to two minutes before she fainted. I expect to push you that far and further. Kira felt an electrical jolt on her nipples. They were so sensitive that she screamed in ecstasy. A moment later, a new jolt on her breasts was accompanied by another on her clit. She screamed again still louder. The pleasure seemed to reverberate in her belly. - Check list completed, pet. Swapna is a real genius. She should have been paid twice more. Now prepare for the full test! The anal dildo came back to life. Kyrhan seemed always especially interested by her butt but this time the cunt dildo joined the dance. It was keeping pressure on her G point but the head was slowly turning and the protrusions were massaging her cervix and the walls around it. When the anal dildo retreated, the other one pushed in like two well trained lovers. In a minute, Kira was screaming her pleasure louder she had ever done and, God, she was often very vocal. Kira s body arched fantastically. Her back was completely lifted from the bed. The contact was limited to her feet and her head. Kyrhan chose that instant to send the electric jolts on her most sensitive places. Her screams were replaced by howlings of pure lust. She was clearly climaxing and a new climax was rocking her body while the precedent was just reaching her extremities. She was experiencing what really are multiple climaxes and Kyrhan seemed to plan keeping at it continuously. Kira was not screaming any more. She was desperately searching her breath locked in a never ending pinnacle. Kira felt something warm splashing against her cervix. No it couldn t be blood. She was exhausted, elated but surely not damaged. - Relax, pet, It s just something I asked Swapna to incorporate : at the end, I can splatter inside you a goo like mixture at body temperature - Oh Master. this dildo is fantastic. - Sure, pet, but we will keep it for our private use. Ranu and Dan, would you please unbind my wife and let her take some rest. You will enjoy her tomorrow as often as you want but I can see she is utterly exhausted. - Prince, this test seems a complete success. - You are right, Dan. We will make a second test in two weeks just to be sure and then Kira will be less afraid. Would you like the same facility from your home, Dan? - You bet, Kyrhan. I would love it. I thank you in advance, Prince - With just a provision, Dan, you will let Ranu play somewhat with Kira s body. - Not a problem, Prince. - I would really like to initiate Kira to lesbian relations. That would complete her horizons. Ranu, if you could play with her for half an hour every morning around seven thirty tomorrow that should be around noon for me, in my bedroom so that I can watch you through the webcam. Don t forget to switch everything on. Kira was already asleep. Ranu wished that she had heard Kyrhan s instructions. Otherwise she would be reluctant on the next morning. Ranu had expected that her uncle would ask her to train Kira. She was pretty sure he was already planning to make full use of Kira s future abilities. The next morning, Dan awoke Kira ten minutes before their scheduled appointment. Kira was well aware of her Indian husbands expectations. Dan sat in an armchair from where he would have a perfect view. Ranu and Kira laid alongside on the bed waiting for his arrival. - Hello, Dan. Had a good sleep? Good morning, girls. You may begin by kissing one another; afterwards, it s up to you, Ranu Ranu began to gently kiss Kira s forehead, quite sisterlike. One simple kiss but it broke a dam in Kira s mind. She hugged desperately Ranu. She kissed her again and slowly she got down Kira s face, planting kisses on her eye brows than on her closed eyes. Kira was so stressed that she began to shed tears. Ranu delicately laped them with the tip of her tongue. She slided down her face, just avoiding Kira s mouth. Her kisses resumed on Kira s delicate chin. Kira emitted a little satisfied moan. Ranu transferred her kisses to Kira s left ear drawing anxious protests. Clearly her ears were extremely sensitive. Ranu filed in her mind that peculiarity for later use. Without losing contact with Kira s skin, she went back to her mouth. First she caressed her upper lip, then she explored the tightly closed mouth of her friend. She came back to the upper lip, sucking it and probing her clenched mouth with the tip of her tongue. At one moment, she felt at last Kira s mouth opening slightly. Ranu darted her tongue in. She felt the teeth parted too and she seized the opportunity. She invaded Kira s wet mouth with her tongue. She found hers stirring slightly. Both tongues played together for some time. Kira was very shy and became bolder and bolder. Kira finally what could be a real moan of delight. Ranu s lips met Kira s in a most deliberate, most intense kiss. Ranu felt a rich dew forming in her cunt while Kira was gradually awakening to feelings she had never known before. Kira kissed back Ranu. Her breath had become shallower. Ranu whispered at her friends ear : - Maybe its time to feel your skin against mine, Kira Kira had felt asleep exhausted and naked while Ranu had put on a sexy see through red nightie. She took it off and threw the garment in a corner of the room. Kira had remained still while Ranu made her nightgown slide away sensuously. Both women embraced tightly and resumed their feverish kissing. Ranu placed tender kisses on Kira s neck. Her mouth then slid down in a wet trail down to her tummy. She kissed delicately her navel. Kira moaned once more. Then she inched up slowly her kisses, reaching the base of Kira s breasts and the valley between them. Even before Ranu had kissed Kira s nipples, they had become rock hard and erect. Ranu was getting more and more excited just from her friends response to her. She took a nipple in her mouth sucking as if there would have no tomorrow for her. She cupped the other breast in her hand tweaking the nipple between her thumb and her index. Kira s hands went to cover hers. She froze an instant, believing that she would push her away but Kira just pressed her breasts forward to meet her caresses. From passive object of Ranu s ministrations, she was becoming quite active or even eager partner. Kira placed her lips on Ranu s and she kissed her on her own for the first time.. Kira felt now ready for more. Ranu made her on her four. She kissed her neck, nipping at it with her teeth then she kissed her down to her ass. Ranu told Kira to open her cheeks for her and she obeyed hastily. Her puckered ass hole was now on full display. It was so beautiful. Ranu deliberately worked her lips down there, Oh so slowly, just to make it known to her partner that there would be no more limits for them. Kira cried Good Morning India Ch. 08 Ranu made Kira on her back at last. She had postponed that moment as far as she could. It was the truth instant where she could scare away her friend and could reap innumerable rewards in the future if she succeeded. Ranu kept whispering soothing and endearing words to the ears of Kira. She slipped her hand to the completely undefended clit. Kira cried as the feeling rocked her entire body. Ranu circled slowly the swollen clit with her index. She pushed her index in the gaping cunt. Love juices were seeping from her snatch. When she pulled her finger out, it was gleaming. She licked her finger clean. - Gods, you smell divine and you taste even better. Ranu pushed back her fingers, now there were two inside her, in Kira s cunt. Afterwards, she licked one and offered her index to Kira s lips. Ranu s friend watched the finger in disbelief, as if she was not understanding why she was offered that delicacy. Ranu was beginning to think she had pushed Kira too far when the closed lips parted slightly, letting the finger inside. It was Kira s turn to taste herself. When she relinquished the finger now clean but very wet with her saliva, Ranu approached her lips. They kissed at last and it was a real love kiss. Kira was now responding to the kisses and was kissing her back. Ranu positioned her body in the sixty nine position along Kira. She applied her lips to the clit that was still undefended. Kira screamed in ecstasy. After a minute of pure unbridled pleasure, she felt obliged to reciprocate. It was Ranu s turn to scream from pleasure for sure but also of joy of having seduced her friend. She increased the speed and depth of her licks, promising her partner hours of fondling, cuddling together. Their hands were exploring the entire body of the other one. Ranu gasped : - Kira, let it go, cum for me, cum for us, cum for Kyrhan and Dan. - Ranu, I m on the brink but I want you to cum with me. It was a first time for Kira and a first for the two of them but they managed to peak at the very same time. Kyrhan and Dan had not even uttered a word, kept in a primeval, almost religious stasis. Their mutual orgasms ripped through their bodies. They hugged one another desperately while crying together the name of their partner. It had been their first time and it was a masterpiece. Ranu s success was so complete that their mutual idea as soon as they have recovered was to try to experience once more the same feelings. Dan was ready to let them explore their lust alone but Kyrhan stopped him. He had noticed his moves through the webcam. - Do not let them together alone! Join them on the bed and fuck them stupid. Their first duty is to serve their men, today it will be you alone. They had had their pleasure but it was for your or our pleasure. They will be denied to play together until you are completely spent. Afterwards and only afterwards, you will let them have a bout together again for your enjoyment and mine. They are our subs and they will remain so for years. During the following weeks, Kira and Ranu often played together either in Kyrhans bedroom or elsewhere unbeknownst from their mates. Kira got used to it quite fast. She was beginning to watch women in the street or in the changing room of a shop and fantasize about those she would like to make love with. Dan encouraged her to tell him what she was finding interesting in these women He kept Kyrhan regularly and completely informed. He loved to help the older Indian man to complete his control of his wife. - Good job, Dan. Now your wife is a fully trained bi. She is even more submissive than before. Yesterday, on my instructions, Ranu took her to your indoor swimming pool on a leash with a dog collar around her neck and she did not rebel. - Yumm I would have loved to watch it! Are you planning to do it again soon? - Just Tell Ranu to draw her to you on her four with the white collar and the leash this evening. - Thank you, Prince - It s nothing. I just wanted to discover whether she would be sub to another much younger woman. I will present her to my software magician. I wonder who will seduce the other. Swapna is exactly the type of woman Kira seems attracted to. One month later, Kira was back with her Indian husband. He organized a private party with Swapna and the man who had devised the dildo. He finally declined the invitation, as he was now working in England. So Swapna would be alone with them. That suited perfectly Kyrhan. When Swapna entered the reception hall, Kira was stupefied. She had often met computer geeks in France. They were usually wearing out of fashion clothes that should have been washed one or two weeks before and often with a three days untrimmed beard. They were more accustomed to deal with a keyboard or C language programming intricacies than with a fellow humane and even less with a pretty sexy woman. Kira had expected Swapna to be a female version of them with disheveled hair and non matching, baggy clothes. Swapna was quite different from her expectations : long dark hair perfectly combed with a neat parting in the middle with just an errand lock that enhanced her beauty. Her face was a shapely oval with high cheeks. Her eyes were vivid , less open than usual for a European with dark and thick finely arched eyebrows she was keeping perfectly trimmed. Her mouth was wide open in a big smile that exhibited perfect white teeth. Kira had a fleeting thought that her mouth was a bit too large, her eyebrows a bit too thick. But she was stupid : Swapna had a face that should be admired as a whole not detailed piecemeal. She was clearly the most beautiful Indian woman Kira had ever met. The perfection of Swapna face was enhanced by the perfection of her outfit. She was wearing an heavily embroidered pink and blue saree with a matching deep pink choli. She had also put on matching jewels : a close fitting collar and big golden metal earrings with pink and blue incrustations. The final touch was a blue bindi under the elaborated red mark on her forehead. Globally, she was a perfect example of the classical Indian beauty. In Paris, she would have made many male heads turn to follow her aristocratic shape and simultaneously have looked sufficiently weird to discourage overt manifestations of admiration. Kira was somewhat jealous : her own appearance was less impressive and people were less hesitant to express their admiration. For the first time in her life, Kira felt really attracted to a woman. Before her first visit to India, she would never have imagined kissing a woman who was not from her family or a close friend and it would have been a quick peck on the cheek, often without real contact. Ranu, the niece of Kyrhan had been the first woman to change her point of view. On now many occasions they had made love with Dan and Kyrhan alongside, on the same bed or the same carpet. Occasionally, they would have shared the same man together kissing his chest and his face or his cock. Inevitably, their mouths had met when they were trying to make him hard again. They had laughed uneasily before disengaging the first time their lips had met. Four weeks ago, Ranu had been told by Kyrhan to teach Kira how to play with a girl. Now Kira was much less inhibited. They now kissed one another really on the lips with open mouths and probing tongues whenever they met in a secluded place but they engaged in girl to girl play only when Kyrhan or Dan was watching. At least, it was what Kyrhan thought but women may be more clever than the wisest men. Kira realized she was now sopping wet, just looking at that superb woman. The only drawback was that she did not know whether the feeling was reciprocated. She would have loved to spend a full lusty afternoon with that woman before sharing her with Ranu and offering her later to Kyrhan and Dan but how would she react if she made the first move? Kyrhan did not seem to be hampered by any such sexual temptation. He had greeted Swapna and was chatting quietly with her. From what Kira could hear, he was discussing the several occasions they had used the programs she had developed and the modifications he would like her to implement. Swapna had kept her smile that made her look like Angelina Jolie. That most likely indicated that she could quite easily modify her software to match Kyrhan s requirements without problems. Kira went directly toward them. Swapna turned toward her. - Ah, Princess Singh. May I present you my respectful salutations and thank you for having so kindly invited me today - It s not a formal meeting. I m just Kira today for you. May I call you Swapna? - My pleasure, Princess, Oh!! My apologies, Kira! - Always a difficult to change habits, isn t it? - Yes and it s the first time I m invited in such a palace! - If you had seen it two years ago, it was a ruin. Many rooms need a complete restoration and several are still closed as a collapse of the floor or the ceiling are possible. We will need two or three years at the minimum to complete the overhaul. - Is it so expensive? - Sure, Swapna, as we try to preserve the frescoes and other quite old vestiges. It s a part of Indian history I would like to keep for further generations. So many people would like to erase those old buildings and get rid of our old traditions. Look : in urban India, saree are replaced by modern, more practical outfits. - Yes, I have noticed it. - Do you want to visit the palace and our private apartment? - Tt would be a pleasure but the Prince? - Just ask him. - Prince Singh? - Yes. Can I help you? - The princess has kindly proposed to make me visit your palace. - Feel free to visit it completely. With my charge, I have plenty of work to do. I will join him for dinner. - You see, Swapna, my husband is quite simple whenever he must not compose with protocol. Both women began to chat freely without formality. Swapna was most interested by the official events Kira had to attend with her husband. She narrated a few anecdotes from her visits to the French Embassy. - Their Ambassador is often a guest here. He has even asked Kyrhan to use me as an interpret when there are important talks with Indian officials. I happen to speak quite fluently French, English and Hindi. Kira added confidentially in a low voice that forced her to bend above Swapna shoulder. Swapnas nose touched Kira s cheek. It was their first real contact as they had saluted one another with a simple namaste with joined hands - I would like to learn the languages of southern India : Tamil and Malayalam but it s so different from the languages I know. - I know both but our lives are so different. - We could meet from time to time and discuss through internet. Please, really look for a possibility. I would love to work with you. Kira showed Swapna the whole palace from the fully restored apartments she occupied with Kyrhan, the rooms about to be finished and the many, maybe fifty, other ones where even Kira had not even entered so far. There was even a crumbling staircase that got deeper in the hill. - We did not try to see where this staircase leads, maybe cellars or other rooms or a prison. Some of Kyrhan s ancestors had offenders executed in unpleasant ways, under an elephant s foot. - Oh It s really so horrible, Kira. - Don t let that upset you, Swapna. We will remain on more pleasant grounds. The visit has been tiring. Would you like to share a bath with me? - Oh I would like but I don t have a bath suit with me. - I could give you one but I have a better idea. Why not share my Jacuzzi? - Was there one in the palace? - Certainly not but some rooms had no decorations left on the walls. So I was free to convert them to modern uses. One has become my dressing room with my whole collection of sarees. I must have now more than four hundred in different fabrics. And one has become my bathroom and there was room enough for a big Jacuzzi. The Prince often shares it with me. - If you really offer it to me, Kira. The Jacuzzi was already ready. Kira had just to switch on the pumps. She stripped quite casually in front of her new friend. Swapna felt that she could not appear timid in front of the Princess and she put aside her shyness to strip herself too. Her body was as gorgeous as her appearance allowed to guess. Kira really wanted to seduce her. Her pussy was dripping. She hasted to get into the water to hide her eagerness. The few steps she took to get into the Jacuzzi were accompanied by slurping noises from her cunt. Fortunately Swapna did not notice. Kira grabbed her hand and led her into the water next to her. She put her right arm around Swapna and gave her a hug. - My dear Swapna, I already love to have you around. Are you sure you would not like to help me rebuild this palace? At this moment, the sexual attraction from this young woman was so great that she would have forgone her French marriage without a second thought to share herself between Kyrhan and her. But Swapna had other ideas. - I m sorry, Princess but I am engaged with a man from Tamil Nadu. I cannot desert him. In order to express her sorrow, Swapna wrapped her arms around Kira. They hugged a long time without moving. A tiny movement of swapna s head pushed her earlobe against Kira s mouth. She jumped on the opportunity to caress it bolder and bolder, before licking and kissing it. Swapna was mellowed by the hot water. She did not try to push her away. Oppositely, she tilted her head back, giving Kira full access to her mouth. Kira bent to kiss Swapna on the lips. Soon both tongues began to explore the other one s mouth. Swapna was now fully responding to Kira s kisses. Kira began to knead shamelessly the erect nipples of her friend, to cup her breasts in her hands. She pinched the nipples between her thumb and her index. As Swapna still did not seem to resist her ministrations, she pinched harder. Finally a moan of tortured delight escaped the lips of her victim. She was clearly enjoying what Kira was doing to her breasts. - Oh Kira, it s so good. Please massage them harder. I love the touch of your fingers on my breasts Kira felt now sure that she was about to win the day. She caressed Swapna s belly, progressively getting nearer and nearer to the delicate pussy she had had just a glimpse a few minutes before. She had to be careful not to scare her off by too bold a gesture. She began to caress Swapna s inner thighs. When Kyrhan caressed her there, it was so pleasurable that she was always screaming just a few minutes later. And the trick worked again. Swapna spread her thighs slightly, opening the way to her pussy and her slit. Kira slid her finger back and forth in her pussy and rubbed the freely available clit with her thumb. She did not have to wait long before Swapna climaxed loudly on her fingers. She clamped desperately on the finger still embedded deep in her cunt while Kira ground feverishly her cunt against her hip. The two women relaxed unmoving in the Jacuzzi when suddenly someone else got in. He was stark naked and his cock was fully erect. Clearly, he had watched the two women play together and had decided to transform their duo into a threesome. Swapna seemed not to be ready for it. Kira had to soothe her somewhat. - The prince! What a shame! - Quiet! I told you he often shared the Jacuzzi with me! - But I am naked and he is too. - In a Jacuzzi, it s not unusual. The water is too hot for most swimming suits. Kyrhan had been clever : he had chosen the place to Swapna s right while Kira blocked her to the left. That was the strategy he had defined to Kira. She had been delighted by the idea of seducing a girl as pretty as Swapna but in addition, she was so deeply submissive to Kyrhan that she did not object to offer the young woman to her old husband. Their age difference must have been nearly fifty years but she couldn t wait to see her friend impaled on Kyrhan s big cock that would stretch her further that she had ever been and screaming in total rapture. It would remain a secret between the three of them but she was already sure that Swapna would beg to be fucked again by Kyrhan in the near future. - Shh, Swapna. Kyrhan will be very gentle with you. Just open yourself completely to him and give me your tongue. Mine feels alone in my mouth. * The end I have already ideas for a few other adventures for Kira in India or elsewhere in the world but I think that it s a proper time to put an end to this first series. The sequel should be posted soon If you (man or woman) want to appear in one of my stories, just send me the name I should give you, a short description of your character (a photo if you do not care to describe yourself and a few ideas about the adventures you would like to live with Kyrhan, Kira, Dan or Ranu (or other characters). Add your mail if you want to read the draft version before it is posted and in case I need further details. Encouragements are always welcome