4 comments/ 65556 views/ 12 favorites A Tryst with Tyranny Ch. 01 By: BeastMan69 Maid servants. Now why would any wife in her right mind leave them and the husband behind? Alone, at home, while they cavort away to do god knows what (probably shopping). It is as if a wife wishes to test her husband; in all his flaws, or does it reflect rather on her ambiguous opinion of the lowly house-maid? Ramlal had a dusky maid servant, all wrapped up in a saree. In her mid thirties, a mother of two and hard working; a bread earning, stolid member of society. He has watched her through veiled eyes; scrubbing away at the floor, her ample behind rotating endlessly in seemingly hypnotic, yet profoundly erotic patterns. She had that kind of body that was ample and round, just bordering on the fence of plump, yet inciting desire none the less. As I have mentioned before - 'a bread earner' and 'stolid member of society'. Add to that 'humble hardworking housewife'. And as you would imagine, Ramlal wanted to despoil her in ways unimaginable. Now let's not get carried away. Such things never happen to Ramlal. For one, his wife is always around. He thought it beneath his stature to go chasing after the help. But he couldn't help thinking, that he owned her in some way. He did not think of her as a slave, but he earned the money that kept her family fed, and in return he felt that she owed him something back. What it was however he could not put his finger on. At nights his hands clawed empty space, for a certain dusky figure, his mind filled with thoughts of illicit trysts that he knew could never be. Now hold that thought. This is important and you will soon know why. One quiet Sunday, when you could hear the leaves rustling in the wind outside, Ramlal was alone at home. His wife had bid him goodbye and had gone away to a party of females only. He was alone with his thoughts. The door bell rang. He opened the door and was surprised to see Susheela (the maid) standing there. "Hello Susheela," he said, in the native tongue. "Hello sir," she answered hesitantly. "Why are you here Susheela, on a Sunday?" Ramlal asked. "Sir I am on leave tomorrow, so I wanted to finish up some work today. Is madam there?" "No," he said," frowning," madam just left." She hesitated again before replying - "Can I come in sir?" "Of course, Susheela of course..." He opened the door wide and invited her in. A faint stirring passed through him, as she brushed past the entrance. He was alone in the house with the naukar (servant). But being who he was he held such thoughts back. If you watched her walk you would think that she was a proud matron, with her sashaying hips. But that was just the way the lower class walked. He had once thought that the sashaying of her hips was to his benefit. Foolishness. Time and maturity had taught him otherwise. But a part of him held on to his shrewd suspicions. He followed her with his leery eyes, until that desirable behind disappeared into the kitchen. Sighing he retired to his room upstairs. How he wished then that his life was one long porn movie. In the porn movie, he would have been eight inches into his servant by now. But reality cut through his sexual reverie, as it always does. A while later, he was down stairs again, as he could not resist himself. He watched her work at the kitchen. Her smooth back and bare midriff caught his taut attention. He loved watching her when she didn't know she was being watched. He would stand stock-still for long moments, staring at his fuckable servant, with aching desire. If she were to turn then she would have seen Ramlal, in all his sexual repression. She would have seen the unrestrained desire in his eyes; she would have seen a hint of something else as well, a primal need to make his wants happen. Alas, she did not. The servant could feel her master's eyes on her, as she had many times. But he would do nothing, she knew. It was his nature to control himself. A sly smile split her lips. She was going to use this. She felt rather than saw her master turning away. "Sir..." she ventured, and he turned to her. A small bead of sweat, trailed down his temple as he turned. There was guilt in his eyes, mixed with shame, and a slowly ebbing desire. She would use all of these. He knew he had been caught watching. His pulse quickened. Susheela turned pleading, beseeching eyes on her master, yet smiling in her mind. "Sir, I am ashamed to ask you this," said Susheela eyes furtively shifting to the floor. "No, no, go ahead." "Sir I am not able to pay my son's tuition fees in school and what my husband earns is not enough." "Just ask madam, she will give you an advance." replied Ramlal in an off-handed way. "Sir I have already taken money from madam." He raised an eyebrow at this, and was blatantly ignored by the servant. A moment of silence. "Sir if you can just help me this once." "'Once'? This would be the second time wouldn't it?" Susheela looked up once more with imploring eyes. "Madam has already told me not to give you any more money." replied Ramlal firmly. She did not expect this tact from Ramlal. She was wringing her hands now, desperation, apparently, making her chew on her lips. He felt a small pang of pity for the poor creature. "Please don't repeat this Susheela," he said, handing over a crisp note. "Thank you sir, thank you so much. Please sir, you also please don't tell madam sir." she said. Touching the note reverently to her forehead and making a small bow, the result of which had her breasts spilling forward in her blouse, her mangalsutra (marriage necklace) angling forward seductively, from where it nestled in the crevice between her ample mounds. Ramlal's body trembled. He wanted to take her right then and there. If he wanted to he was sure she would have no choice. But again caution won over passion. Ramlal sent away his servant, and even as he watched her figure grow smaller with the distance, he regretted not having taken action. After all had she not just offered herself? Or were his sexually saturated thoughts mistakenly translating her every movement as some form of sexual invitation? But the moment had passed and the master did not think on it. A few weeks passed, and on a similar Sunday, Ramlal again found Susheela standing at his door. He grunted his surprise. True to his word he had said nothing to his wife, about his little loan. The one thing found resolute in the lower caste is stupidity. Mix that with a little bit of greed and desperation, and you have it all laid out. There was this ever present need to somehow get the better of your betters. Susheela felt in her uneducated mind that she had done just that. She had managed to wring some money from, Ramlal by playing the sad house-maid, who was down on her luck. She had cleverly (in her mind) manipulated her master, showing just a little bit of skin, a small smile, a flash of belly, all completely innocuous of course. A mans desire never left him, and it took a woman to know this with certainty. She would make use of that again. Let us understand Susheela here, she was an honest woman, a faithful wife, and a loving mother. Emboldened by her success, she innocently took too many steps forward too fast. She fatally underestimated her master's tumult of emotions. Here was Susheela, at her master's place with the same excuse as last time. Her timing was impeccable. His wife had just left. Just like last time. The same reason followed - she was on leave the next day so could she just, work today? At the end, there was the same beseeching for money. Even the same reason! The only things that changed were her sexual innuendos. A cold anger was spreading its tendrils through Ramlal's senses. Anger rarely brings clarity, but in Ramlal's case it did, as now the anger dispelled his desire and he thought with his brain instead of his cock. The odd confluence of events did not escape him. Did this woman take him for a fool? Did she really think her foolish idea would work? She obviously knew he was interested in fucking her. That much he had gleaned from her subservient bows, her pleading doe like eyes, her hinting gestures. What further stoked his ire was the sudden realization, that she in all probability did not really desire him sexually. She was just using him to get her money. All this was to distract and entice him. She was making adequate use of his pity. She was banking on the fact that he would never harm her or use her in some untoward way. Beware woman. Beware the wolf in sheep's clothing. 'Ware the terrible anger of a patient man. A slow plan was brewing in his head, unbidden. Cold justice would prevail. As he handed her another note of money, she bowed once again. So she did not witness the carnal, baleful regard of her master's eyes. She did not realize that by taking what he had given her, she had just handed over her body and soul to her master. As she excited the house, his eyes fastened with frightening acuity on her swinging hips all the way to gate. He would soon control everything, even the way those hips swayed and when and how they swayed, and to whom they swayed! Such would be the extent of his retribution. Believe it or not, these events happened yet again. But this time Ramlal was prepared. Instead of waiting for her to make her request, he handed her the money initially. If Susheela registered surprise at this she did not show it. Needless to say, again the wife was conveniently missing. Suspicions should have spread through her thoughts like wild fire. But we tend to relax with victory and with each victory grow more placid, so it was with Susheela. She continued her work in the kitchen blissfully unaware that a trap had already been sprung around her. She was interrupted in the midst of her work. Ramlal watched her for a moment savoring her. There's is nothing in this world that tastes sweeter than forbidden fruit. And Ramlal was going to taste of its sweet nectar, suckle in the sweet juices, of this ripe dusky fruit. He entered the kitchen, soundlessly closing the door behind him. "Susheela," he said pleasantly. She turned slowly, a bead of sweat running down her back, the kitchen being pleasantly warm. "Sir," she said her look half respectful and half curious. Of course, she was curious. She had already gotten her money from him. So what did he want with her? She was going to find out. "Susheela, about the money," said Ramlal. "Sir?" "The money Susheela, the money." "The money sir?" she replied dumbly, a questing look on her face. "Yes, the money." "I have lent you three thousand rupees in the last three months, have I not?" "Yes sir." "You have not paid me back." Abject silence. Her eyes searched the door behind him, and found it unusually locked. An uneasy feeling settled in her stomach. But no, why, master Ramlal must have locked the door so no one could overhear their conversation, it was for her benefit after all. Though she knew she had tricked him, the master was a benign man and he was on her side. This way, she calmed herself. "Gods it's hot in here," muttered Ramlal. "Come," he said gently leading Susheela by the arm a little away from the cooking stove, into a small room adjacent to it. By his grip she knew he was not angry with her, but he had never touched her before and this gave her pause. When she faced him again she saw nothing untoward in his features. She became calm. This was exactly what Ramlal wanted and she was playing right into his hands. He said nothing for many heartbeats, simply content to stand there and look at her, like a master looking upon an errant student. He also gave her the one look over, from head to toe, his eyes staring at her as if seeing through her clothes. Her faint disquiet returned. She shifted uncomfortably from his intense scrutiny. With sudden certainty, she realized the game was up. She had played her hand too much and the master has realized. She would have to improvise. She would have to calm his wounded ego. Suddenly she dropped to her knees, and kowtowed before him. Her head was at his feet. "Please sir...please sir... I am sorry sir." the quaver in her voice was rather genuine. Sobs were wracking through her body. Tears flowed copiously to anoint Ramlal's feet. She was begging him like he was some kind of god. Ramlal found to his surprise that he really liked the feeling of being in absolute control. He gently grasped her under her armpits and pulled her up. She was now on her knees and her palms clasped and folded in front of her, in some silent prayer. She was inches before him and Ramlal advanced forward till he could feel her breath on him. "Susheela open your eyes," he said. But she did not. Her eyes were squeezed shut and tears were poring down anyways. She could feel her master close to her. Too close. He advanced closer. "Look at me Susheela, look at Me." he said with a voice of command. She did, through tear streaked eyes. "You don't have to pay be back with money," he said amicably. "Then how sir?" in-between sobs. You must understand this question. The innocent and foolish servant still believed that Ramlal was punishing her in some childish way. But this particular punishment was to be anything but childish. He placed both his hands on her shoulders; leaned down with tender weight, as if offering some blessing, feeling the rough etched patterns of her cheap blouse imprint on his palms. "There are other ways to pay me back Susheela," he said agreeably. At this her eyes sprang open. Terror warred with confusion on her borderline beautiful features. He smiled and gently pushed her head towards his crotch, driving away all silly doubts from Susheela's mind as to what her dear master intended. Aghast she pulled away, her hands pushing away his advancing thighs. She looked around desperately, but all avenues of escape, alas were barred. But Ramlal had been expecting this; this reluctance, this resistance. A chaste wife, servant or otherwise is after all not easy to strong arm into an illicitly pleasurable situation. "Now lets be reasonable Susheela, you have used the money I have given you yes? I can find out where and how. I will bring this matter before the local panchayat (village) leader, and you and your family; husband included will become indebted to me. I will take over your house and your land. Then you will have less than what you have now." Interminable sobs followed. Ramlal found to his perverse pleasure that he was delighting in this. He had never been in this particular position of power before. "But it doesn't have to be that way Susheela," he said lovingly patting her on her head, as he would a pet dog. " You can pay me here and I will forget about what I have lent you." "Sir... my husband sir, I am married sir, I cannot." sobbed Susheela "You should have thought of that before you so cleverly seduced and asked me for money." That quieted her and she considered. She had landed herself in this, she had excited her master and now he would extract his pound of her flesh (the thought sickened her). "No one has to know Susheela, your words," he said again pressing her face into his crotch. The resistance of before was slowly fading and he was able to push her head slowly in-between his thighs as her will withered in his onslaught. He held Susheela there; face buried in his crotch, sighing, rubbing the back of her head, enjoying himself beyond all measure. Susheela's eyes were still closed, and he took this opportunity to undo his dhoti (he did not want her to scream). As he stood like a king before the kneeling, crying maid, whose cursory reluctance was fast vanishing in the face of insurmountable odds, he felt an odd disquiet. This was not him. He had never done this before. Her he was besmirching the honor of some poor housemaid, all because he was angry, all because he could. Perhaps he had done enough; she had learnt her lesson after all. She would never dare try to play games with him. But he had wanted her for so long, now she was his to do with as he liked. Ramlal was a business man and he could not let such an opportunity go to waste. The forces of erection had gathered in his cock, and his undergarments were being showed aside. He ground her against him and felt himself hardening further. He released her from his malistic grip, undid his underwear and watched it drop around his feet. He slithered free of his bindings and was unleashed. Now he stepped close enough to Susheela that the tip of his penis scraped across her forehead, brushing past a few drops of sweat in the process. Susheela's eyes were tightly closed as if not seeing would free her from everything that was about to commence. Ramlal guided his penis till the thick mushroom head rested on her eyelids; first the one then the other. Then he laid the entire length and girth of his erection across her face and moved it back and forth over her nose mouth and cheeks. Susheela could smell her master's cock caressing her face; she could smell the musky odor, as the elongated organ explored her face. Tears spilled from her and onto the exploring cock, as shame consumed her. She had not been with anyone but her husband. And he was unimaginative enough that what she was undergoing now had never happened with her beloved. Finally she could feel the penis hovering beside her lips. This was the thing she had dreaded the most, a thing she had known would come. Susheela shook her head violently and refused. She tried to pull back, but a god-like grip grasped and wrenched the hair on the back of her head. "Susheela..." a voice whispered faintly in her ear." Open your mouth Susheela or you know what will happen. You don't have a choice." "You have to repay me fully or I will have to visit you again, the next time it will be in your own home". This got her attention. Extremely reluctant and drained of all hope she opened her mouth and he slid himself in. Ramlal could feel the warm moist wetness of her lips brushing against the body of his cock, as he entered and subsequently pumped her mouth. He angled his meat sideways till he could see the bulge of his dick against her cheek. He sighed laying the weight of his cock on the soft bed of her tongue. Ramlal could explore his every fantasy know, this woman was now nothing less than his slave existing for the sole purpose of sating his every desire. He could do things to her he never could with his wife. He had a fetish with brushing. Don't ask why, that's why they are called fetishes; there's no reason for them! Ramlal forced Susheela to grind her front teeth together, and used his manhood like a toothbrush. He was enjoying himself but suddenly realized the stark absence of any participation from Susheela. This irritated him. "Susheela," he commanded, "open your eyes". "Sir... please sir..." "Susheela..." he warned. Closing her eyes had been her only protection so far, her thin flimsy veil against all that was Ramlal. Now he wanted to take even that away! Susheela realized she had made Ramlal into a monster! Hesitantly and with great effort her eyelids fluttered open. Her eyes widened as she stared at the warm, wet, glistening cock. She had tasted, smelled, felt, but seeing was believing, after all. The massive girth towered in front of her face, like Babel's tower, a bastion of hardness and solidity, blue tinged veins coruscating in the faint light. She was surprised she had been able take THAT into her mouth. Well it had been forced into her after all. That had somehow made it easier. "I want to feel you Susheela, I want you to make me harder," crooned Ramlal, "and remember that it is because of you and for people like you that this," he swatted his hardened dick" exists." A Tryst with Tyranny Ch. 01 "And remember Susheela if I don't feel satisfied at the end of this, if I feel that you have on purpose held back, I will revoke your loan." "Suck me Susheela, suck me till I scream, till my toes curl up, only then I..." Ramlal yelped as he was startled midway. Susheela had literally swallowed his meat and was sucking it up and down in an animal frenzy. She just wanted to get it over with, and this Ramlal mistook for indulgence, but it worked out for both of them. "Slow down Susheela," he said "yes that's good, oh yes." A slew of instructions followed and Susheela to her surprise found herself obeying every one automatically. "Now lick my spout, yes like that. Like you're licking an ice cream. Ohhhh god yessss...." continued Ramlal. He made her slurp on the undersurface of his penis, her soft tender tongue on his dick felt like music. "Kiss it Susheela. Kiss it ..." said Ramlal and watched beaming with pleasure as her pouty lips kissed his cock as it moved like some writhing serpent across her face. Ramlal was now serious, and very, very, hot. He tilted her head as far back as he could, by clutching her hair, and dangled his meat at the threshold of Susheela's mouth. He pushed himself so far into the back of her mouth that her eyes bulged outward and her nose was shrouded by his pubic hair. Ramlal winced as her nose ring bit into his pelvis. Perversely it added to his pleasure. It pleased him to see that Susheela looked like a gutted fish with those bulging eyes. "This is going be a bit difficult, Susheela," said the master, consolingly, "but I want you to cooperate. Nod if you understand." With cock embedded in mouth, her nose ring in his crotch, she somehow managed a feeble nod. "I am going to push some more into your mouth, ok?" mumbled Ramlal Though voiced such it was not a request. "Don't worry, when I do that, I want you to nibble on my cock slightly. Can you nibble now? Yes, slightly less pressure. Yes, that's perfect. Now I want to open your mouth wider to allow some space." As her mouth was already being stretched to capacity, she managed with no small difficulty. Susheela opened her jaws to near dislocation, as the monstrous meat-train began its obtrusive journey down to her esophagus. "Now I want you to lick with your tongue and nibble at the same time." Gods, but Ramlal had so many things he wanted to do at the same time! Numbed, Susheela did it so perfectly and with such rhythm that, Ramlal moaned out loud. "Yes, yes...yes..." he cried out, encouraging her on. "Susheela you whore" he managed, as she sucked him inside out, gnawing and swathing his sex with her tongue. A few moments later, as he had just started groping her breasts, he orgasmed unexpectedly into her mouth with ear- shattering wails of pleasure. Ramlal felt his cock jerk as it released its white misty spray. As he convulsed into her mouth, he gripped the back of her head tightly flattening her face against his pelvis. She must have been very good at holding her breath indeed, as for several moments Ramlal did not release his pressure and he continued using her mouth as a drain for his greasy seminal secretions. When he finally withdrew with a shudder, her body collapsed on the floor in a fit of hacking, coughing and wheezing. She was at her breath holding limit after all. Only fear of Ramlal had kept her going. She was coughing and spitting semen on the floor. "Susheela," Ramlal ventured when she slightly recovered. He could see that she was still struggling and white filled her mouth. "Susheela please swallow." She shook her head weakly, hands grasping for the water bottle nearby. Ramlal's deft hands swatted her away. "No water!" he said, and then more loudly -"Swallow." Gagging and almost retching she managed to swallow in three gulps the semen that had not already entered her throat. Ramlal ever the thorough business man opened her mouth to check and was satisfied to see that all the white semen was gone. She turned to move away, but he wagged his finger at her. "We were not done yet, Susheela." Fear returned to her eyes. He pointed at the floor, where splotches semen marred the near perfect black granite. This was a result of her initial gagging and spitting. "What will madam say Susheela when she finds semen on the floor? Will she guess the obvious?" She turned to make for a cleaning towel and returned with it. He watched her slowly and sagely shook his head. "You know my policy on semen Susheela" he said happily, "into some hole it goes! It's up to you which one." She stared at him uncomprehending shooting looks betwixt the floor and him. She realized he was serious. So ended a wonderful evening for Ramlal wherein he watched Susheela's lovely rump waggle on the floor as she licked his recently ejected sperm off the black granite floor. As was mentioned earlier Susheela was a fastidious worker and soon the tiles were neat and spotless. Semen licked clean. He asked Susheela to freshen up, and wipe the tears and semen from her face. He gently placed his arms around her in what he thought was a cajoling gesture, and said "You have paid off what I loaned you Susheela, be happy," he said planting a wet kiss on her cheek. When he felt she looked normal enough, and not distraught, he sent her on her way. As Susheela exited through the gate she felt shamed and used. And so she had been. The taste of Ramlal's semen was thick on her tongue and when swallowed she still felts gobs on her throat, or so she imagined. But it could have been worse. Ramlal could have used her in, other ways. She had that at least to be thankful for. Ramlal watched the servant exit the gate, with beady eyes. He saw the slumped shoulders straighten as she exited. Ah, she thought she had escaped him had she? Alas, for Susheela, Ramlal was not done with her yet. Not by far. Though Susheela did not know it, the worst was yet to come. .......to be continued A Tryst with Tyranny Ch. 02 Susheela returned to work the next day. On seeing Ramlal fear sprang around her like a trap and she felt her knees tremble slightly. Her master had used her most cruelly yesterday. She could still feel the sour taste of his seed on her tongue. The only reason she had returned to work was because she trusted her master's word. He had assured her that forcing his cock into her mouth, would be his final indiscretion. He would not outrage her modesty further as she had paid her debt to him. Or so she thought. She could not meet his eyes as she hurried forth into the kitchen. "Susheela you said you were on leave today," the lady of the house asked, surprised. "My work was taken care of yesterday madam," replied Susheela. Behind his wife, Ramlal's face lit up in a self satisfied smile. Susheela cringed inwardly at the malicious cast of his features. "You look tired today, Susheela" continued the madam. "I did not sleep well last night madam," "Bad dreams?" queried the madam. Bad dreams indeed; Ramlal's throbbing cock had featured prominently in her nightmares. The cock had suddenly turned into a huge snake, and started to slither down her throat. She had choked and gagged, her face turning purple and she had awoken thus, shaken and sweating. She had also ruined her husbands sleep by tossing and turning endlessly in bed. "Yes," replied Susheela hesitantly, on seeing a sly look flit across her master's face. 'Yes indeed ' thought Ramlal to himself. He had taken his wet revenge on Susheela. The little cunt had thought to outsmart him, but had paid for her foolish assumptions, with a mouth full of his cum. In his mind he had but begun to craft his revenge. A simple blowjob did naught for a man of Ramlal's tastes; he would despoil her further, expounding her humiliation. Even now she enraged him by her mere presence. The temerity of her astounded him. The lower class and Susheela with them impressed him with their abject stupidity. He had given her a loan, and told her after he had blown his load in her mouth, that all her debts were paid. Her debts, to what he had loaned her, but what about the compound interest that said loans garnered? Foolish, foolish Susheela had returned, when she should have run for the hills. Run where Ramlal could never get his claws on her. But Ramlal was not surprised, such idiocy was to be expected from the illiterate, to be expected and exploited. After a short while Susheela ducked her head out the door, and found the house to be mostly empty. The madam and her despicable master had left. A sigh of relief escaped her lips. Ramlal was off to work and the madam to wherever she disappeared off to. Ramlal frightened her; he was a calm and careful man never prone to excesses. But yesterday he had forced himself on her, a thing she never dreamed he had the guts to do. She had angered him, by trying to be clever and damaged his ego- a decision she knew she would regret for life. She turned on the radio and continued her cooking. The music playing on the radio was sad and melodious, suiting her current despondent mood and drowned out all sound. Her scream of shock was no surprise, as hands stealthily squeezed her saree-bared midriff from behind. She continued screaming as the hands tightened their grip, steely cold fingers digging into the bare skin of her love-handles. She felt a heavy chin rest on her right shoulder, and she tried to twist around, but found she couldn't. The grip on her waist held her fast. Cold realization dawned on her, as a hated voice whispered in her ear. A voice featuring in all her nightmares last night, a whisper that carried final dread; with murderous intentions. "You should not have returned Susheela," said Ramlal almost regretfully, from his perch on her shoulder. "You promised master, the debt was paid." stammered a distraught Susheela. "And it was," replied Ramlal a little too easily. "Then why master?" struggled Susheela her hands hopelessly trying to undo the lust-fuelled iron grip around her bare stomach. "The loan, yes," replied Ramlal tactfully, as if conducting a business deal," but Susheela what about compound interest?" "Compound interest, sir? "Yes the interest, which," Ramlal pinched her behind mischievously, surveying her flesh with his palm, "you are just about to pay off." At this juncture, Ramlal swung her around; like a swirling ballerina, and they were face to face, breath to breath. Ramlal dipped his head forward, and began kissing her. She resisted, her body struggling against him, but he was too strong for her. Susheela soon ceased her futile struggles, when she realized she was only exciting him further. Ramlal felt her body go limp in his arms. He squeezed her buttocks with the palms of his hands, and felt the lower parts of their bodies crush against each other. He lifted her saree, with slow comfortable ease, feeling the bare rounded ass-cheeks. An index finger rubbed gently along the slit between the cheeks, and touched her anus. Susheela resisted this dirty abuse, by her master with appreciable resolve. Ramlal detached himself from Susheela's mouth, and regarded her wearied features. Susheela found it in herself to beg once more, for what it was worth. "Sir I will work sir, for free, for six months, sir anything sir, please...please don't do this to me sir." Her words were interrupted by heart-felt sobs. Ramlal considered, the lush body in his greedy clutches, and found no mercy, just plain desire and lust. He was an opportunist, and no man could refuse sex with a woman, when the chance danced before him. He waited for a few more moments, seeing the hope well in those sorrow wracked eyes. Ah, how delicious then to crush all hope! Ramlal smothered her in his embrace, and Susheela's sobs filled the room, an acceptable addition to the sorrowful music playing on the radio. "Dearest Susheela," droned Ramlal, every word punctuated by a lecherous caress of his palm on her bare belly, "fuck me, and all will be well." He kissed her again, his fingers gently outlining her navel; his palm came to rest on the soft skin, just below her belly-button. She felt herself spun around to face the cooking stove once more. Ramlal's body pushed her to the point where she was sandwiched against the platform, and felt her belly being pressed painfully against the edge. Susheela considered, throwing boiling oil on her master. She considered stabbing him with the kitchen knife. None of these avenues of action bode well for her innocent children or her faithful husband. She had got herself into this and there was only one way to escape. To be compliant and face the music. Hands around Susheela, Ramlal began kissing the back of her neck. He began to nibble, gnaw and suck on her as if she was a piece of cheese. Like a hungry vampire, Ramlal bit into Susheela. Susheela winced as Ramlal's teeth sank into the firm flesh of her dusky-brown shoulder, and she could feel the canines and incisors as they left vicious bite marks on her skin. Synchronously his hands wandered under her saree and she could feel his fingertips tracing soft lines along her inner thighs. She felt her saree and skirt being lifted and she was bare below her waist, allowing Ramlal to explore her from knee to groin. As his fingers brushed her pubic hair, he again bit hungrily into her from behind, massaging her labia, the teasing digits played with her vagina before one was inserted slowly, into her warm moist love tunnel. Ramlal could feel her pussy lips bulge outwards, in reaction to his caresses. As he further explored her forbidden triangle, he could start to feel moistness that he was sure was not present a moment before. 'Ah' thought Ramlal, lie and struggle as she might, this 'maal' was secretly eager for a good fucking. But he would continue this charade for her sake, until she awakened to her desires. Not unpleasant sensations flitted through her body then, and guilt assailed her as never before. She had borne all of Ramlal's previous predations; as she was forced to, but now despite herself; was feeling the stirrings of desire. Unacceptable. She wanted to scream; to rail against the injustices of the world. She prayed to her gods begging them. But the only answer was her master's flesh pressing against her. The taste of Susheela had gotten to Ramlal, and she could feel him hardening against her lower back. Only a few layers of cloth separated her curvy rump from a raging hard-on. Abruptly she felt his hands squeeze her breasts, not too hard but with perfect force. She heard Ramlal panting, and again his chin found firm purchase on her shoulder and he whispered into her ear - "Come to the guest bedroom Susheela I will be waiting." All pressure on her body was released, as she felt his presence depart. Susheela considered bolting then. But what was the point? She realized that the world had become her cage and there was no escape. ---------------------- Ramlal lay on the bed, awaiting and anticipating. He was as taut as a violin string, as evidenced by the tent that protruded from his dhoti. All those days and nights of planning had come to fruition. He would finally, and with a kings abandon, fuck his married servant-maid. Sure enough there was a soft knock on the door, and SHE entered. The woman had been the font of his sexual dreams ever since she had started working in his house. Now he would take her to his bed and avail her curvaceous body. "Lock the door please Susheela," panted Ramlal, trying to keep the eagerness from his voice, even as he knew he was failing miserably. Susheela turned and locked the door, and she did, so felt the final bolt slide on her faithful married life. She took her own time turning, which was understandable, considering the situation that now faced her. He said nothing allowing her, her time; his silence demanding her complete surrender. Her master had chosen to lie on his back. His upper body was bared, but he was wearing his dhoti, which even now was waging a losing battle against his hostile erection. "Come Susheela, come sit on the bed," her master beckoned. Each step that Susheela took was weighted in chains, as she dragged her self to the bed. Her body felt numb, bereft of all feeling. She was going to be taken. A man other than her husband was going to abuse the sanctity of her body. It was as if a dark cloud had settled on her head. Ramlal watched her sit at his feet. Ramlal raised one leg and settled it on her lap, the other leg her wrapped around her from behind, scissoring her in-between. "Come now, Susheela, said Ramlal beckoning with his hands, and pulling her towards his crotch. Susheela, ever reluctant but resigned to her fate, tugged on the dhoti, till the cock was bared. The penis throbbed gleefully, as the cloth was brushed off it. Ramlal's avariciously grabbed his servant's hands; and placed them on his cock and balls, his body tingling, as he felt Susheela's touch. He settled back into a recumbent posture, hands folded under his head, content to watch, as Susheela lowered her head on to his swollen member. The thing that struck her the most, faces inches away from her master's manhood was the pleasant smell drifting from it. The master had soaped his cock, for her benefit. This unusual gesture from her master (thought not much) served to ameliorate Susheela's situation slightly. The musky scent of hard cock wafted through her nostrils, and once again Susheela felt faint tingles in-between her thighs. The cock-head bobbed as if impatient for the embrace of Susheela's lips. Ramlal closed his eyes, as his servant-slave descended upon him, enjoying her ministrations to his member. He felt the warm wet caress that was her tongue, as she licked and sucked on him like candy. He was being licked from the tip of his balls to the tip of his cock. Susheela's mouth descended down on the muscled meat, as far as she dared. She steeled herself, and deep throated the cock, felling her mouth fill with the hardness. Her cheeks bulged, as she forced the cock into her mouth. When her lips brushed against his balls, she knew she had swallowed him completely. The second and third times it was easier, and she almost started to enjoy feeling the cock-head lodge in her throat. She then started sucking on the upper part of his hot hard cock, while massaging the base with her hands. "Oh shit, oh god Susheela, your too good- your going to make me cum, oh sweet lord," moaned Ramlal, his eyes still closed. This was in fact the servant's game plan. Get her master to cum, inside her mouth. After all she had done it before. Better her stomach filled with cum, than her womb, or so she rationalized. But Ramlal was not going to be taken for a ride. Not this time. In his mind was immured the scene, where he would let loose a white storm inside this woman's underused vagina. As she worked on Ramlal's hard meat, she felt his hand on her forehead roughly push her back. He rose, with some effort, and stood in front of her, gently nudging her to continue. As a servile Susheela continued working on Ramlal's hardness, she could feel fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse, and with a deftness she had not expected, felt her bindings loosen. She felt an unexpected thrill shoot through her spine, knowing that she was about to be exposed. She tried to stamp out this weakness of her mind and almost succeeded. In quick succession she was relieved, of both blouse and bra, which were then flung unceremoniously to the far end of the bedroom. She could sense her masters labored breathing; as he regarded for the first time, her bared breasts, with their large dark tipped nipples, and generous areola's. Her husband, good man that he was never looked at her that way. Ramlal's attention to her nakedness was turning her on in ways even she could not fathom. She could see by his expression, that she was making all his dreams into a palpable reality. Her thoughts were disrupted as a cock was once again shoved down her throat, and needful hands crushed and kneaded her mounds, toying with the thick nipples. She could feel Ramlal playing with her saree and skirt, and they too were removed in a flourish. And Susheela became naked. Her hands tried to hide her breasts and vagina, in some feeble instinctive gesture to preserve her modesty, and failed utterly, as Ramlal dragged her down the bed and flattened himself on her. He covered her face, lips and neck in a frenzy of kisses; her supple breasts, feasts for his slavering mouth. His lips trailed along the softess of her belly, and rhythmically, her master descended in-between her thighs. She had a different type of pussy then he had imagined, but he would do very well by this lovely opening. Hunger gnawed at his soul, as he touched his lips to her heated hole, and French kissed, as he would her mouth. He looked up then, to gauge her expression, as he suckled on her plum pudding. Though sudden jerky thrills shot up from her thighs, as Ramlal continued to devour her pussy, Susheela did not give him the satisfaction of knowing she was being pleasured and her face was expressionless. She could feel his tongue as it pushed its slithery way into the entrance to her pleasure box. Her hands clutched the bed tightly; as she was afraid she would orgasm into his face. Thinking that the servant was not aroused by him, Ramlal further spurred his efforts. His tongue licked her slit, from bottom to top, dwelling for a moment on her pouty button. She nearly gave herself away then and moaned her pleasure out loud, but managed to control herself by biting her lips. Ramlal could sense, smell and feel the heat, from Susheela's vagina. Though her mind resisted, her body wanted his cock. Every moment, her vagina, was coaxing her, soothing her, into accepting another mans gift. But her mind and thoughts were often in the way. Her furry treasure, with its lovely and intoxicating sexual smell, had succeeded in further hardening his already rock hard manhood. Ramlal felt as if his cock would burst out of his skin. He wondered if he had ever been as aroused by his high-born wife; as he was by this lowly naukar(servant). Finally as he rose above her, she knew her master was ready. He moved up and down caressing her naked body against his, his cock sliding along the supple, curvaceous frame. Ramlal split her thunder thighs and began positioning his cock. When the tip of his cock brushed against her vagina, fear coursed through Susheela like never before. With a start she realized she could not do this. All the lust in the world could not compel her to betray her husband. She shoved a mounting Ramlal aside with astonishing force, for a woman her size, and tried to make good her escape. She made it as far as the edge of the bed before Ramlal icy-iron grip clamped with excruciating force on her arms, nails dug painfully into her as a forearm hooked around her neck. She felt herself bodily dragged back into the centre of the bed. "Susheela you cunning, cunning whore," gasped Ramlal. "Where were you planning to run, eh? Naked, into the streets? To your husband? What would he have to say? When will you realize you are mine?" Ramlal grasped both her wrists in his left hand, his right hand delving in-between her thighs. 'No no no...' screamed Susheela. She tightened her thighs, closing off her sex and barring access to her private parts. "Aieeeeeee...!" Susheela's screams rent the air as she felt plump fingers pinch the soft sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She screamed again as the pinch was repeated with much more force. "Open your legs for me Susheela," crooned Ramlal. When she didn't comply Ramlal sat up and slapped her across the face, the second slap followed seconds later, backhanded. Susheela reeled from the violent slaps, as pain flooded her brain. Fingers dug into her again, as Susheela flinched unable to bear the pain and surrendered her thighs to her master. Nothing was getting in-between the glutton and his feast. Ramlal jammed her wrists against the bed to either side of her body, and pinned her abducted thighs with his knees. Susheela found she could not move, against such abject ferocity. She tried her best, to resist his cock, clenching her buttocks and pussy. But alas, to no avail. When her masters face had been in-between her thighs, he had stimulated her, dilating her sex glands and sexual fluids had accumulated in her vulva. She was slippery as an eel. Her own pussy wanted to be fucked, and she realized her mind had no power to overrule her body's needs. Despite her resistance, the thick cock parted her vagina, like a knife through butter, and in just one, single fluid thrust, Ramlal was completely inside his servant's body. Susheela felt herself being filled to the rim, like never before. Her congested pussy lips bulged outward and laterally, to make room to accommodate the hot massive beast inside her. The tingling in her vagina intensified terribly, as the rock hard cock crushed against her sensitive nerves. Spasms of pleasure, exploded from her love, and raced to her brain. Ramlal withdrew himself from his newly conquered province, till the tip rested on the bulging clitoris. He rubbed the cock-head against the engorged clitoris, and watched as Susheela body bucked. He repeated the gesture and Susheela's body convulsed as if shocked! "Ohhhhh..." moaned Ramlal as he slid himself back in with deliberate slowness. He extricated himself again, and saw that his pubic hair was coated with vaginal fluids. Susheela thanked god she had borne children, as she felt the length and girth of the cock that currently resided where her children had escaped her fleshy fastness. A Tryst with Tyranny Ch. 02 Anything less and she would have faced a world of pain. Suddenly Ramlal slammed his cock into her twat with unexpected and unnecessary force, in complete contradiction to his slow genteel movements of before. The unexpected power thrust caught Susheela unaware. "Unghhh..." she grunted, as again, she felt her self being slammed. She tried for control again. "unghh...unghhh...unghhh..." her moans started becoming more and more audible despite her best efforts to the contrary. Her grunts continued, as Ramlal continued pounding like a piston. And then the core elements of sex took over...man and woman...cock and cunt. No matter what people who are taken forcefully say, there are moments, when all the parts that constitute sex come together as a whole and mechanically strive to achieve their purpose in the cosmos, as they have for countless millions of years. The result- micrograms of pleasure seep threw the cracks of agony in forceful intercourse. Susheela was being taken by force; there was no doubt about this. But a primal part of her brain, interpreted her being forcefully fucked as sex, and nothing more, and traces of pleasure were finding their way to her brain. Ramlal unwittingly was exploiting this very theory, by pounding away incessantly, and so not allowing the sane parts of Susheela's mind to recover. With each savage thrust Ramlal was pounding holes into the fabric of her resistance, which soon crumbled. Susheela bit her lips, twisted her head, but do as she would; she could not bring herself to stop enjoying the fucking she was receiving. "You complain and you cry Susheela," murmured Ramlal "but your body does not lie." "Look at your eyes they are dilated as ever," said Ramlal, as he tweaked her nipples, "and your nipples are turning to stone. You are so wet, you could feed a river, and yet you try to escape me." "Master please, do as you want but please don't come inside me, I...I...I can't afford to become pregnant." At this Ramlal's hands clutched her throat, crushing the air from her larynx, silencing her, as he fucked away in manic spurts. "If I can't fuck you completely what point is there to all this Susheela?" wheezed Ramlal. Talking, while fucking, was never easy. The bed rocked and clattered against the wall as Ramlal made continuous, brutal love to his servant. Unexpectedly as was his wont Ramlal withdrew, from Susheela. She hoped he would spray his seed on her belly and not inside it. Her elation was short lived. "On the edge of the bed Susheela, on your hands and knees," said Ramlal snapping his fingers. She had to obey of course, and Ramlal positioned himself behind her. Susheela realized it made sense. He had always fantasized about her, looking at her from behind and this was how he would see himself fucking her - from behind. He rubbed his wet cock on her anus, and finally entered her from behind much like a dog. The pattern of the bed sheet was forever etched in her memory as, she as was invaded from behind. He gripped her love handles and started fucking her like she was a rag doll. His hips slammed into her buttocks with bone-jarring force. There was a moment of silence and stillness from Ramlal, when he was seemingly fused at the hips to the woman in front of him and then -- "Oh god, I am going to cum Susheela," gasped Ramlal. Susheela turned her head meekly to the man was pistoning in and out of her body like an automaton, "Please master, I beg of you, please try not to cum, it's not my safe period, and I may really get pregnant. What would madam say?" But Susheela's beseeching words had quite the opposite effect. The thought of impregnating this naked maid, that too a married one excited Ramlal further. Adding fuel to his sexual fire was the mention of his wife. He imagined her in the room watching as he jack hammered, the servant and finally came inside her dark dusky depths. These thoughts were too much for Ramlal, and he skirted the edge of his orgasm. "I want to cum inside you Susheela; I want you to feel my hot cum inside your body." "Pl..ea..se ma..st..er..." she stuttered, being fucked to the point of violation. Ramlal wanted to fuck for longer but try as he might he could not control himself, and suddenly -- "Aahhhhhhoooooooooooooo...!" Animal like sounds came from Ramlal. "Aaaa...ahhhhhh...aaaaaaaaaaa..ohhhhh...!" The massive organ inside Susheela's body pulsed, and she felt thick warm spurts of semen gush forth in an unstoppable torrent. She felt something shatter inside her, as another mans seed found its way into her most private of parts. An area she had reserved for her husband and no one else. But this did not damage her as much as the fraught realization, that she had secretly wanted Ramlal to cum inside her. Dual emotions warred inside her, one the sacred sanctity of her vagina, and second the urge to have another man release himself inside her forbidden depths. Ramlal convulsed uncontrollably; his hips never ceasing their pounding, as he completely spilled himself into her. Her cunt-lips seemed to be milking his cock, as if encouraging him on, and further extricating more semen from his balls. Every time Susheela thought that he was almost done, his body shuddered and with wild animalistic groans, more seed was emptied into her. She had never realized that any man could cum as much. Perhaps it was due to Ramlal's girth? She wondered, such idle thoughts serving to distract her from the imminent impregnation she was receiving. Ramlal could not understand why but he could not stop himself from coming. It was as if his cock was trying to empty all the seed in his body. It never struck her that this was because her pussy was milking him to the max. His knees felt weak and rubbery, and before he knew it, they could not hold the weight of his upper body. He sagged and collapsed on Susheela, who was underneath him. Susheela's elbows and knees contracted painfully; as all the weight of an apartment building toppled on to her when Ramlal's weight shifted on to her back. She was sandwiched against the bed, face buried in the bed-sheet, all air deflated from her lungs. Seed seeped onto her anus and thighs from her cum drenched pussy. She turned her neck, and was able to breathe a little, as Ramlal was in no shape to get off her. The lay like that for a long time, Ramlal's cock going soft inside of her. "Master...? Can I get up now?" squeaked Susheela in a meek voice. There was no response. "Sir..." ventured Susheela again. Soft snores from Ramlal, told her the bastard had gone to sleep, with his cock inside her. Panic settled on her like a net cast by an expert fisherman. This was not a convenient position for either of them to be caught in. "Master, master...please wake up." She shifted her body from side to side, pain flooding threw her joints. But Ramlal's insensate body did not move and she was trapped beneath his sweaty spent form. It was good fortune that the two of them had sweated as much as they did. Susheela was able to slip from underneath him, thanks to the slick sweat coating their bodies. She immediately ran to the bathroom to clean herself up. The room stank of sex, sweat and semen. If the madam were to come now...! Speared by such thoughts she dashed to the bathroom. Using the hand shower, she sprayed off the fluids, even now beginning their slow viscous descent down her thighs. She caught sight of her self in the mirror and she was shocked at what she saw. The fucking had inevitably changed her. But the flush in her features told her a hard truth. Part of her, a deceitful shameful part of her had not minded being used. She could not lie to herself. She had felt the stirrings of an orgasm, as the man who was not her husband had descended upon her with the unanswerable power of raw lust. She ached between her wet thighs, but realized with a shiver, that the ache wanted more. She had almost reached her climax, and had her master not been so self-absorbed in his own pleasure, she might have found hers. She had never been close to an orgasm before. Looking at her naked sweaty form in the mirror, she tweaked her nipples and felt pleasure rush into her vagina. Her well fucked hole again ached with pleasure. She dipped her finger into her wet slit, and moaned out loud. She began rubbing her thumb against her enlarging clitoris, and felt shock waves of pleasure course through her already excited body. Susheela continued stimulating herself in this vein. Her moans, filled the bathroom, and she did not care if she was heard. She inserted two fingers into herself and continued her solitary clit-massage. Her pleasure deepened and she felt her body shake and shudder. As she inserted her third finger into her private depths, she realized that her master Ramlal had opened her up well. She had been well serviced, by that magnificent mass of muscle. Susheela increased the frequency of her masturbation, and though she knew she was almost near her first climax, she could not reach it, for some reason. "Let me help you Susheela," said a masculine voice from outside the bathroom. Susheela jumped, and stared wide-eyed at the mirror as her master strode purposefully into the bathroom. She was still speechless mouth agape as she watched his reflection, and he halted few inches behind her. Embarrassment washed through her, as she realized that he must haven been watching her for some time now; watching her failed attempts at masturbation. "Master...I...I..." stammered Susheela. Ramlal shifted slightly and she gasped as she felt stiffness against her lower spine. "Master you are so hard again," she said, with wonder in her voice. As if to assure her-self she reached out with her hands and confirmed the truth of her words. Ramlal placed both his hands gently on Susheela's shoulders. "Look at yourself, Susheela," said Ramlal softly, pointing at the mirror, "you are a beautiful woman, your body is like a magnificent temple- the answer to all my prayers. I am truly sorry I slapped you. But I want you too much. Of course I am hard again." Susheela stared with wonder and astonishment as her master regarded her with a curious mixture of adulation and unadulterated lust. His hands slipped slowly, from her shoulders, and came to rest just below her ample breasts. "I have wanted you for so long Susheela," he said, hands squeezing her twin mounds of perfection, "that I just could not resist you." Susheela had still not turned around, and felt Ramlal still whispering in her ears. "I have been watching you Susheela, and I want to help you in pleasuring yourself." He moved closer to her now, and the tip of his re-hardened penis pressed against her buttocks. "I am hard again, because of you Susheela," he said softly, kissing her neck. Susheela gasped as he lifted her right leg and placed it gently on the bathroom sink. She tottered slightly but Ramlal held her firmly, as she shifted her weight onto her left leg. She watched through the large bathroom mirror as Ramlal made slight adjustments to her body. He was very gentle with her now, quite unlike the rude, arrogant man who had forced himself on her a while ago. And she watched surprised as she allowed him to handle her. When Ramlal was satisfied with her position, he straightened up and said -- "Susheela, do you want to touch yourself now?" "Yes master," she replied shyly, more than a little surprised at herself. She continued where she had left off. As she rubbed her clitoris again, the feeling was quite different from before. It was as if a fire had been lit. Susheela knew instantly she much more excited now, due to the hard man standing just behind her, waiting... Ramlal had his hands on her hips, and just watched quietly, through the mirror, as his servant pleasured herself. As her moaning and groaning intensified, Ramlal felt himself hardening further. He locked eyes with his servant's reflection, and saw that she was looking at him as well. He waited patiently as she whipped her self into a frenzy, a kaleidoscope of pleasurable expressions, flitting across her face, in mere heart beats. He seemed to know instinctively when she was ready. "Shall I enter you now Susheela?" asked Ramlal, almost demurely. A loud needful moan was all the answer he received. Through the eye of the sexual storm filling her head, Susheela could feel Ramlal positioning his cock at the entrance to her body. When her master voiced his question, she felt the storm blow apart to different sections of her mind. She wanted to answer him in the affirmative, wanted him to know that she wanted to be invaded and filled. But she could not speak; she could only answer him in the language of sex. Words were deemed unnecessary. Moans and groans would have to suffice. And her master understood. As she was tickling her clit silly, she felt firm hardness being pushed into her vagina. Her ebony lips bulged as the first part of the cock entered her body. Ramlal waited in this position as Susheela acclimatized her self; to the new addition, to her arsenal of pleasure. Just when she was rubbing herself to a new level of heightened excitement, she felt Ramlal force more cock into her. He had timed himself perfectly, and she nearly jumped with hot pleasure. By the third thrust, all of Ramlal's glorious muscular extension was buried deep in her vagina. She felt herself reaching some other level now. A pressure was building inside her head and also her body, which threatened to blow her apart. Susheela had never ever felt like this before. Reading correctly that his servant's time was coming soon, Ramlal started fucking her. Earlier he had just filled her cum-tunnel, and allowed her to masturbate. Now he started pounding her, his one hand on her thigh spread on the sink platform, the other wrapped around her waist. Ramlal watched her face in the mirror and when ever a thrust of his pole caught her in the right place he would redouble his efforts. He studied intensely her face and bodily response to his thrusts and fucked with a precision that would have shocked a brain surgeon. "Ahhhhh...ohhhhh...aaaaaahhhaaaaaaa...." Susheela howled her pleasure, loud as a woman selling her wares in the street. Her left leg was becoming tired, as all her weight rested, on that leg. She started to sag, but Ramlal gripped her firmly. "Don't stop, Susheela," gasped Ramlal, when he noticed she wasn't touching her self anymore, too taken by the ramming of her wet, stretched treasure. Though her body was under tremendous stresses, Susheela obeyed her master, this time much more willingly, then ever before. She started massaging her privates, again and this time it was too much. The sexual flood gates of her being were torn open, and she could not stem the oncoming torrent. She had just touched her sensitive area once or twice before it all came to a head. There was a blessed moment of silence and clarity in her head, before it all exploded. The bathroom resounded with Susheela's screams of pleasure, and she let loose everything in her throat with wild un-human abandon. "oooooooo.......ahhhaaaahhhhh......ungggggggghhhhhhaaaaa...." Her body convulsed as if she was being ripped apart from the inside, as the first orgasm of her life flayed her senses. ...And Ramlal was not far behind. The ebony cunt-lips of Susheela clamped down hard on his stone-like manhood, crushing gripping and milking the cock for all they were worth. The violence of Susheela's orgasm was reflected in her vagina, and Ramlal floundered in its sexual wake. He lost all control of his manhood, as his cock sprayed semen into the dripping love-opening. He watched in disbelief as his cock and balls clenched in their involuntary climax, inside his servant. They had orgasmed within seconds of each other, and Susheela almost lost her balance, almost toppling off the sink platform. But luckily their climaxes had made them grip each other tightly; as they shuddered and shook under the absolute control of their respective orgasms. "Oh god...oh my god Susheela," panted Ramlal, "that was the best fuck I ever had." "Oh master..." moaned Susheela, her head bent backwards, and resting on Ramlal's right shoulder, "oh what a feeling it was master, like I was in heaven." Her legs were trembling, her knees shaking; she knew she would not have been standing if not for Ramlal. "And you were, Susheela," said Ramlal, turning her to face him. "You were in my heaven." He kissed her then, softly in her mouth, pressing her against him. And was not surprised, when she kissed him back. ...to be continued.