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Chastity Ch. 02

By: wishfulthinking



Kinlee woke with a glorious smile, her arms slowly stretching. Snuggling deeper beneath the blankets, her mind drifted. Suddenly, she sat up in the enormous bed, one hand holding the sheet to her bare breasts. Her mane tumbled in disarray around her shoulders in a golden halo. Rising panic flooded her. He couldn't have. 

He wouldn't have. 

Kinlee forced herself to breathe. She felt both clammy and flushed altogether. She didn't know if she wanted to scream or cry. Or kill Draven. Perhaps all three, but determining the appropriate order was beyond her right then. 

Her maid, alerted to her princess's wakeful state, fluttered about her. Kinlee sat on the wide bed, gazing blankly at the far stone wall in horror. 

Kinlee lifted the sheet and gazed down in disbelief, past her pink nipples and belly, before quickly slapping the sheet against her breasts. Faintness stole over her. 

"Find me my most awful gown," Kinlee managed shakily. 

"My lady," her maid looked at her questioningly, as though Kinlee had lost her senses. Kinlee waived an impatient hand at her, yet still the maid looked upon her doubtfully. 

Draven had done the unthinkable, calling for drastic measures. Kinlee rose from the bed after gathering control over the trembling of her limbs and flung back the sheet. She strode to the adjoining chamber where her gowns could be found. At her maid's pitiful gasp, Kinlee knew what the other women spied. Kinlee was naked, all creamy perfection and womanly curves, except for the intricate golden chastity belt clasped tightly about her hips. 

"Oh, my lady..." 

Anger fairly crackled from Kinlee as she began riffling through the dozens of colourful silks. 

"Put a stopper in it, Drea. There's no help for it. At least not right this moment. Help me find me something to wear." 

There would be hell to pay if Draven thought he was getting back into her chastity belt. 

~*~

"Ewwww," Kinlee moaned to herself, her toes squirming in the cold, wet mud seeping though the leather soles of her boots. Boots that, in hindsight, were more suited to decorating luxurious rugs and sweeping palace steps, not the rugged forests surrounding Giliane. And if it weren't for Draven, her horrible, unfeeling husband of less than one day, it was where her boot-shod toes would otherwise be. 

Upon learning from Drea that her husband had fled her bed to join his warriors in a hunt and would not be expected before eve, Kinlee decided to leave as well. 

Kinlee had foolishly thought that caving into Draven's demand of marriage would be the end of her chastity belt days, giving her the freedom to discover what had always been denied her. But noooo. 

Kinlee stomped up the steep bank, imagining Draven's tanned face beneath her foot each step of the way. The plain dress Drea had sneaked from the laundry maids itched where it wasn't torn. Her golden hair was a twisted, tangled birds nest, complete with leaves and twigs. Her mid-morning apple had barely scraped the sides of her rumbling belly, but she was too angry to consider eating. Her face, arms and hands wore the scratched and bleeding evidence of her ill-planned plight. And to make matters worse, the sky had darkened as the sun ducked behind the far mountains. 

Unbeknownst to Draven, there were two keys that unlocked the gold chastity belt that was the source of her frustration, both figuratively and literally. That she didn't exactly know where the second key was, or more precisely, the carrier of that key, wouldn't deter Kinlee. It didn't take an idiot to guess where self-serving crusty Vargos, the thorn in her side that was her father's steward, had fled with her sister. The Queendom of Harkness was the only country not embroiled in her father's and Draven's differing views on procuring a bridegroom. 

Yet what had seemed an adventure that morning had long since waned into mild disturbance when she pondered bedding down on dirt and leaves amongst the not so quiet animals stirring the forest floor. 

Everything ached, even her hair, and exhaustion plagued her from her endless trek. Taking a horse, which could not be considered stealing even though her father's kingdom had been siezed by Draven, would have been the preferred mode of transportation. However, a chastity belt did not lend itself to comfort while on horseback. 

When finally Kinlee could walk no more on blistered and aching feet, the twinkling stars hidden by branched arms stretching far above her, she slid down to rest on her bottom against a tall tree with a hollow at its base, tears gathering on her lashes. Damn Draven, the impossible rogue. She hated him for doing this to her. For it was his fault that she found herself alone, weary, hungry and sore. With every fibre of her being, she truly really hated him. 

~*~ 

Draven was not in a fine humour. He had returned early eve, intent on bedding his exquisite wife before holding a fine feast in her honour, only to discover the wilful minx had disappeared. He had expected a certain amount of animosity over the chastity belt, and came prepared with a precious necklet, but the extent of her childish happenstance was entirely unexpected. 

Draven was a practical man intent on protecting what was his. And Kinlee was his. That she came to his bed that first time out of curiosity, and the second time out of hunger, was not enough to bind an inquisitive and sheltered princess like Kinlee to her husband's arms alone. He intended bedding her until she had no thought of anyone but him. And only then would he remove the chastity belt. 

That she was ignorant of the depths of men's lusts for her fragile golden beauty only further justified his actions. Without his protection and guidance, Kinlee could easily find herself subjected to abuse at the hands of someone much stronger than herself, a man who paid little heed to her cosseted upbringing and playful whims. Quite what he had done in the face of her enthusiasm, thoughtlessly overlooking the signs of her inexperience as he plundered her maidenhead and hurting her. 

When it was discovered Chasity was not to be found in the castle, Draven struggled to contain his frustration. Her father had little light to shed on the subject from his luxuriously appointed cell in the dungeon. Garbin had simply shaken his head and chuckled, confiding that Kinlee and her mother were cut from the same cloth, and the mother had led him a fine merry dance over the years. 

As Draven and his men re-saddled their horses, he couldn't push from his mind the thought that perhaps Kinlee hadn't gone willingly. As his wife, a princess in her own right and as yet uncrowned Queen, Kinlee was ideal for political leverage. That her captors wouldn't tolerate her mischievousness went without saying. Ransomed alive did not guarantee unharmed. The images of a drugged, beaten Kinlee flashed before his eyes, making his blood turn cold. 

When they found her sole tracks going in circles in the forest, his relief was quickly replaced by another fear. Wild boars, snakes, ravines. The list of tangible dangers were endless. 

Time passed slowly until with relief the soft hoots of an owl reached his ears, a signal from one of his warriors. He swiftly changed direction, finally reaching the gathering of his most-trusted warriors. He slid from his horse before it had halted and pushed through the hushed circle to stand over his wife. A wife that was dirty, dishevelled, and sleeping curled at the base of a tree like some lost forest sprite. 

Fury and relief battled within him. He couched down beside her, his fingers brushing back a clump of blonde hair that was caught in the corner of her softly parted lips. A soft graze marred her cheekbone, and her nose and chin were smudged with dirt. She didn't so much as stir.

Even like this, his princess exhausted and grubby, his desire for her was unmatched. Perhaps it was because Draven had never bedded a virgin before his rebellious princess, or it may be the insatiable curiosity that peeked out from flashing gold eyes that teased and tormented him. He didn't understand the magnetic draw she held for him, driving him to lead his men to conquer a palace just so he could have her again. Draven knew he would be in for a hell of a time when Kinlee discovered the power she had over him. 

He gathered the sleeping beauty in his arms, and walked toward his waiting horse. She stirred slightly, rubbing her cheek against his warm leather jerkin. He thought he heard her mumble "weasel". Edric smiled, having caught the words as Draven eased her into his second's arm. The smiled quickly vanished at Draven's scowl. Draven missed her warmth as he climbed upon his horse before Edric handed her up into his waiting arms. 

The path back was travelled swiftly and carefully by his men. The moon was high as they rode beneath the raised portico, his men tired but too well trained to grumble at their fool's errand. He would ensure the ale was plentiful as they filled their bellies with trenches full of steaming meat and bread. 

He carried Kinlee to her tower room, quietly ordering water, poultice and towelling on the way. When he laid her on her bed, an old crone came bustling in the room followed by a young maidservant carrying soft towelling and a bowl. 

Appalled by the quality and state of Kinlee's gown, he ran his knife from the bodice to hem, then down the rough sleeves. He eased the cloth from her, leaving her bare but for the golden X of her chastity belt with its delicate golden shell that hid her the delightful curls. The old crone tsked at the bruises and scratches on her princess's legs and arm as she poured drops of scented oil in the bowl. "Better bruised than eaten," she muttered under her breath.

Between himself and the crone, they bathed her of the worst of the dirt, but there was nothing for her hair until the morn and soap and a tub of hot water. He banished the maidservants from the chamber then quickly stripped and washed himself down. Then he slid into bed beside her and drew her into the cradle of his arms, her body instinctively cuddling against him.

~*~ 

Kinlee murmured sleepily, wiggling deeper in the warmth that surrounded her. Yet slowly the aches dragged her from the peaceful depths of slumber. Her hand flew to her head as she groaned. Her ankle and blisters throbbed the most, although her aching head was a close second. Crinkling her brow, her fingers further explored the tangled grossness that was her hair. 

Then she remembered. Kinlee didn't know whether she wanted to scream or cry. Lifting her sore head, she blinked blearily down at the sleeping giant wedged half beneath her like a warm pillow. Her bent leg was thrown over his, resting between his powerful thighs. Her hand was pressed over his heart, her belly pressed against his hip. 

His face looked so different with his eyes closed. Or perhaps it was because it gave her more of an opportunity to notice the rest of the bronzed features like his high cheekbones and wide forehead, the sweep of black lashes, the dark stubble that her fingers itched to rub against. 

Gazing downward, she considered the rise and fall of his chest upon which her naked breasts perched. The tanned arm curled beneath his head provided an impressive show of muscle and a thatch of dark hair. Up close, and she was as she pressed her nose to his flesh and drew him in, he smelt of sandalwood, myrtle and something distinctively Draven. 

Her eyes wandered downwards, until they reached the white sheet that rested on his hips. She knew without looking that he was naked beneath the sheet, but where was the fun in that? Carefully she lifted her hand from his chest and reached for the linen. Pinching the material between two fingers, she slowly lifted the cloth, and bit her lip to keep from sighing. 

Truly he was a marvellous creature, Kinlee mused. Although Kinlee was far from an expert in these things, the long pole that jutted from a nest of dark curls was without complaint. Kinlee never knew men could be ready whether asleep or awake, yet here was her delightful proof. Even as she watched, it twitched and stirred, as if it had a will of its own. Her eyes wide, she darted a quick darting peak at its master. He had not stirred. It was as though his sword sensed it held a captivated audience. 

Perhaps just a tiny touch, she wheedled to herself. There was time to punish him later. Folding back the sheet, she settled her head comfortably against his chest. Her hand hovered anxiously above him, wanting eagerly to explore, but not to wake the beast. Lightly, with the tip of her finger, she drew it from base to tip. Her eyes widened as it moved, just as he shifted beneath her. She held her breath, quickly drawing her hand away to rest it on her thigh. But all he did was lightly groan and slide his hand down to cup her bottom. His hand squeezed her flesh once, before relaxing. She held her breath, her eyes shut. Nothing. Slowly her breath eased from her. 

With renewed daring, her hand returned to that mysterious part of him. She circled him at the base, marvelling at how thick and long and velvety he was. No wonder it had felt like she was branded by a hot poker that first time. To think he even managed to fit it in her, she mused. The second time, she didn't care whether it would hurt or not. It had ached not to have him there. 

Just the thought of him doing that again made her tingly between her thighs and her nipples bud to poke against his chest. When he had kissed her down there, it had felt so different from the pleasure of her lady's maids lapping between her thighs. The difference between a sun-shower and an electrical thunder storm. A smile curled her lips even as her toes curled. 

As her thoughts wandered, her hand was drawing up and down his straining flesh like she had seen one of the maids do to him. He had seemed to enjoy it, thrusting into the maid's fist with almost as much enthusiasm as he had later rammed into the voluptuous maid from behind. 

His breathing had turned shallow, his hips twitching. Moisture beaded on the broad tip and she gently smoothed it into the silken flesh. His chest rumbled beneath her cheek as his hand wrapped about hers, guiding it harder and faster over his burgeoning flesh. She tore her eyes away from his flesh to gaze up at his straining face, his green eyes narrowed on her face. Her heart jumped, and fierce heat stained her cheeks at being discovered playing with him. 

His shaft pumped into her hand at a heady pace, his fingers leaving hers to tangle in her hair and draw her face up to his. His mouth covered hers, his hand fisted at the nape of her neck as his tongue tangled with hers. Kiss melted into kiss as she stroked his thrusting heat. 

He tore his mouth away, his lashes dropping, the cords of his neck straining. Her head turned in time to catch the spurting seed as his hips thrust fiercely into the grip of her hand, landing on his chest and belly. Truly he was a magnificent beast. Even now, she ached to be filled by him to bursting. His lips pressed against her temple, his breathing satisfyingly uneven. Some imp drew her finger to the unfamiliar globs, and she raised it to her mouth, savouring the strange, salty taste of him. "Princess," he rasped, but it was more of a groan. She dimpled a smile at him. 

It felt wickedly delicious to wake up to this warm male in her bed. And despite that first time, he could make her toes curl if he set his mind to it. But that didn't mean she liked being married to the worm, she told herself. Soon he would tell her what to do and say, what to wear. Already he bound her in this blasted chastity belt. No doubt he was free to wench where and when he will, with whomever. Yet she was entirely too dependent on her husband to see to her needs. And around him, she always felt needy. 

She sat up, yanking the sheets to her breasts as she slid her legs over the side of the bed. Kinlee couldn't prevent a soft gasp as her feet reached the floor. The throbbing agony of her ankle returned with full force. An arm snaked around her waist, preventing her further escape even if she could manage it. 

"There is the little matter of your punishment," he murmured huskily. A shiver raced through her, and damn him, he would have felt it. The thought of being returned to the dungeon was perfectly unappealing. Why oh why did the lands between the castle and Harkness's border have to be so very treacherous and far? And why, for that matter, had Vargos, her father's most trusted retainer, chosen to leave her behind when Draven and his men stormed the castle? And...

"I am of the considered opinion that my wearing this chastity belt is punishment enough," Kinlee replied huffily, pushing back a tangle of hair that slid to cover the bare column of her back. "However, I shall collect my cloak. The dungeon can be quite drafty at times." 

Kinlee froze when she heard the scrape of a key at the small of her back, then the ease of the gold metal around her hips and thighs. Her fingers curled in the cloth of the bed sheet as silent joy surged through her. 

When strong arms drew her back on to the bed so that her head lay across his lap, she complied meekly. His body towered above hers as he reached over her. He threw off the sheet, and many moments passed as she lay there before him, lashes resting against her cheeks. Even after the intimacy they had shared, she could not prevent the blush that bloomed beneath her porcelain skin. 

When strong fingers slipped between her thighs, their tips brushing her wispy curls as they gripped the unlocked belt, relief and excitement stormed through her. He drew it slowly down her thighs, and she fantasised about the belt being dropped down a bottomless cavern. A small whimper escaped her at the thought. She shimmied slightly and then lifted her knees almost to her chest so as not to impede her Draven's intentions. Perhaps her handsome husband had learnt the error of his ways?

When the belt clunked to the floor, she bit back a victorious smile. A large hand splayed over her belly, then drew upwards to cup a breast, his thumb brushing the eager crown. Really, he had strange ideas of punishment. 

She turned her head and pressed tiny kisses of approval against his belly, just where the paler skin reached the deeper bronze. 

The beat of a fist against the chamber doors froze them both. "Your majesty, the men are ready." 

Her eyes flew open, locking on his face. He didn't look surprised or annoyed by the interruption. He merely gazed down at her with a quirked eyebrow as he reached for the chain around his neck. "Oooh, you horrible, horrible goat of a man. You had no intentions of..." Kinlee flapped her hand agitatedly as she scrambled off his lap and scooted to the end of the bed on hands and knees. She gasped as he slapped her playfully on the bottom. 

She hopped over to the tall chest where her silver brush rested. Why it was in his chamber, she would ponder later. She grabbed it, and turned with the brush upraised protectively, only to find him standing naked by the bed, her chastity belt in his hands. 

"No, no, no," she cried, as she hopped toward the nearest door. She opened it, finding dozens and dozens of jewelled gowns and endless shoes and other fripperies that looked startling familiar. What was going on? Husbands and wives did not share chambers. She snagged the only item she could reach, a frothy pale pink stole, pinning it before her with her arm across her breasts. She hopped to the next nearest door. 

"That - what I did this morning - that was an aberration," she told him huffily over her shoulder. 

"I liked that aberration very much, princess." He infused so much liking into those words he made her blush. 

"I know you did, you, you..."

"Weasel?"

"Yes, you weasel!"


Chastity Ch. 02 of 04



"Oh God Ma, who locked you in like this? and why?"

...................................................

It has all begun last night when Rina had just finished a performance at one of those seedy hotels on Diamond Harbour Road, just outside the limits of the city. Some heavy duty politician was throwing a party for his henchmen and Rina had been called in to be the mandatory eye candy! With her hip length hair, the backless blouse that showed off her proud, pert tits and a lacy saree that was tied well beneath her navel, Rina was the perfect picture of the flirty Bengali housewife who had gone astray ... and her performance had been a wild success!

Her performance had stretched well past midnight and instead of trying to take a cab back to the city so late in the night, Rina had planned to spend the night at the hotel itself. But no sooner had she reached her room when there was a knock on the door. Expecting the bell boy to be bringing in a bottle of water, she opened the door and was taken aback when a big beefy man pushed himself into the room and sat down on the bed. For a moment she did could not recognise him and then she realised that this no one other than Mohammad, the dreaded don of Garden Reach -- one of the most powerful gangsters in the city. Rina was shocked at his behaviour but knew better than to protest.

"What can I do for you, Sir?"

"Do you know who I am?"

"Of course, Sir, how can I not ..."

"Good. I have a simple proposal for you that I am sure you will agree to."

Rina was silent, not knowing what to expect, but Mohammad continued. "You must bear me a child."

Rina's head reeled! She could have reluctantly agreed to spend a night or two with this most powerful person but to bear his child? at this age? when she already had a twenty year old son? the thought was too chaotic to comprehend.

"Why me Sir?" Rina pleaded with folded hands, "I am sure that there are many other younger and more beautiful girls who will be happy to."

"Why would you not be happy?" Mohammad smirked.

"Sir, I have a son and it will turn our world all topsy turvy."

"But you are the most perfect specimen of Bengali motherhood that I have ever come across and I have decided that you will be the mother of child." Before she could reply, Mohammad, in one swift movement had grabbed her in one hand and with the other had pressed a scented towel, that he had pulled out from his pocket, against her face. 

Rina woke up next morning and found herself in large and comfortably furnished bedroom with large windows through which the sun was streaming in. Wondering where she was and how did she get here, she suddenly realised with a start that she was stark naked -- except for the contraption around her waist. Rushing to the mirror on a dressing table, she saw to her horror that she had been trapped in a chastity belt. Her cunt was now hidden behind a flat stainless steel mesh through which she could pee and her asshole was visible between the V shaped chains that ran across her butt. This was held together with a steel belt that sat, thankfully, comfortably on her waist just above the swell of her hips -- and all this was secured with a small, but wicked looking padlock that sat at her navel. She could shit and she could pee but there was no way anyone could shove a prick into her cunt, unless he had the key to that little padlock. She was trying to twist and pull at the lock when Mohammad entered the room,

"There is no point in trying to break it my dear, you will fail and hurt yourself ... it is only in this key that lies your deliverance." Mohammad held a tiny key in his hand.

Rina tried to beg and plead but to no avail and finally Mohammad spelt out his terms. Rina will be allowed to go home and be with this son but from now onward, she would always be locked into the chastity belt. For the one week around her ovulation period she will have to come to this hideaway and be available for impregnation by Mohammad. Once her pregnancy was confirmed, she would be freed from the belt and allowed to carry the baby to term. After successful delivery, she would have the option of either continuing to stay with Mohammad, as his partner, or if she so desired, could walk away with significant amount of cash in her bank account.

"Then he dropped me back at Dalhousie at dusk and gave me a stack of ten thousand rupees for my troubles." Rina finished telling her story to Rik.

"Didn't you ask him to drop you back home?"

"He deliberately would not. He does not want anybody to either know me or about the baby as there are others who do not want such a baby to survive," and all of a sudden she broke down. "How did I get into this mess Rik? How shall we get out of this?"

"Relax, Ma," Rik pulled his mother into his arms. "Don't panic, we have time to think through this and work out a solution."

"Ok, kid." Rina cuddled up to her son.

"Fine, first things first, how uncomfortable is this belt? Have you taken a pee yet?"

"No I have been so scared and tensed."

"So let us begin with that ... "

Rik led Rina to the tiny Indian Style Toilet where she squatted and both were relieved to note that her pee streamed out through the mesh without any problem.

"This is a big relief," sighed Rina, splashing a mug of water at her crotch and sliding her fingers behind the mesh to wash away the piss.

"And of course your potty would not be a problem either as there is a big gap between the two chains."

"But this is still so uncomfortable, how can I live like this?"

"Until you become pregnant. Which brings me to the next question, did you have sex with Mohammad?"

"No, we did not. Either he was in a hurry or he did not want to force me .. but he did check about my periods and I told him that I was in my safe period, which would have made it pointless."

"So when will you ovulate? and how will he know?"

"That will be a week from now, and he has given me a mobile phone with which I am supposed to get in touch with him."

"We have some time to think, and plan our next move."

"Rik, I have an idea. Can't we break this lock?"

"But then he would get to know and then we don't know how he will react! You cannot antagonise Mohammad in this city."

"But even if we could, it would make my life a little comfortable."

"Should I look for a locksmith?"

"Someone discreet, who will not spread the word."

Late that night, Rik led by hand an eighty year old arthritic locksmith, Rahim Chacha, or Uncle Rahim, to their flat and explained the problem. Rina was in her bedtime "nightie", a slipover gown used by Bengali housewives that she pulled up over her belly and spread her legs so that Rahim could see the lock that they expected him to pick.

Rahim studied the lock for sometime. Evidently he too had never been called upon for such a task! "Madam, may I put my hand inside the strap? To see how it is fixed?" 

"Go ahead. I have no option but to have your hands on my cunt." Rina sniggered, trying to lighten the mood.

"It has been ages since I have touched a woman's pubis. After my wife died, which woman will touch this old bull."

"Chacha, you get me out of this and I will personally make sure that you get erect again."

Rahim grinned and slid his hands under the strap and felt his way through the tangle of Rina's pubic hair. After feeling around for a while, that actually made Rina squirm, he withdrew and painted a rather bleak picture.

"This is a very complicated key and I need some kind of a model to begin with."

"How can we get a model?"

"If you could somehow get an imprint of the key in wax, then I would be able to make one more key and set madam free from this evil device."

....................

Ten days later, Rik was pacing up and down in their little flat as he waited for his mother to get back from her first "breeding" session with Mohammad. So far it had gone very smoothly. The day before her scheduled ovulation, Rina had got a call on the mobile that Mohammad had given her asking her to go to specific location in the city and board a particular car that would be parked there at a specific time. She should carry a single duffle bag with clothes, personal toiletries but no cellphone other than the one that she had been given. Rina had left as directed and had subsequently called Rik just once, to announce her safe arrival wherever she was and now after three nights and four days she was due back in the evening.

Just after nine, there was a soft knock on the door and as Rik opened it, there was his mother, not tired and bedraggled but smiling and fresh as the bouquet of roses that she held in her hand!

Quickly closing the door behind her, Rik hugged her to his chest and then led her to the bedroom.

"How was it Ma?"

"Honestly, kid, had it not been for the circumstances, this could have been the best date that I have been on."

"Did he fuck you?" Rik was quick to come to the point.

"Of course, he did. That is why he had taken me there."

"Did you treat you well?"

"Could not have been been better! kid. This is his secret love nest that no one knows about."

"How was the sex?"

"Ah! That is the challenge and now I know why we are going through all this ..."

"What do you mean?"

"Let me explain. This guy looks like a real stud, big shoulders, six packs and what not that your namesake Ritwik Roshan would be proud of."

"So how many orgasms did you have in this last three days?"

"Now that is the real problem."

"Why?"

"You see Mohammad has this larger than life image of a powerful stud and runs a huge criminal empire but I strongly suspect that he is impotent?"

"What? he could not fuck you?" Rik was amazed.

"Actually he finds it very difficult to get and sustain an erection and even when he ejaculates it is hardly a teaspoon, if at all -- I had a great difficulty to fake an orgasm, as otherwise he was becoming very upset and agitated and I did not want to antagonise him."

"So that explains all this weird scheme."

"Right. He cannot reveal to the world that he is sexually impotent and yet he wants an heir for the huge wealth that he has accumulated."

"That is a problem as we cannot get rid of him until you get impregnated."

"You have hit the nail on the head and there is no way I can use someone else as long as I am trapped in this belt."

"Tell me about the place that you were."

"I would not know where I was since he was driving me in car with tinted windows but I think it was close to the docks, near the river. I heard the siren of a ship."

"Who else was there in the building?"

"None, except for mentally challenged boy who stays in the house and acts as a cook cum caretaker."

"Hm .. and how is he? helpful? friendly?"

"Scatterbrained! Mohammad does not want anyone who can spy on his impotence."

"Is he an eunuch? the kind sultans would keep to guard the harem?"

"On the contrary, I think he is hyper-sexual. In fact I saw him masturbating!"

"What?"

"Actually, Mohammad treats him like a piece of furniture, or a pet dog. In fact he had once walked in with the cellphone that was ringing, when Mohammad was fucking me, his prick was actually buried in my cunt."

"So he takes phone calls during such tender moments?"

"He is always taking phone calls especially if they are from peddlers of aphrodisiacs! You see he is still searching for the magic potion there."

"Ok, now what about the masturbation?"

"Well Mohammad went off with the call and this servant, he calls him Buddhu, saw me naked and put his hand inside his pajamas and started to jerk himself!"

"Didn't his master mind that?"

"No, when he got back, he just laughed it off. Apparently he has had his tubes tied, a vasectomy, that makes him effectively impotent! But his animal sex drive is intact.

"We need to factor all this into our plans."

"Have you already made a plan?"

"Not yet Ma, I am thinking. Ok when did he unlock you? Only for the fuck or all this while?"

"Thankfully, I was free till about three hours ago."

"And did you see the key?"

"Yes, normally he keeps it in his purse but after unlocking me he had kept it in the drawer."

"What does it look like?"

"Like any other key but it has lots of levers."

"Great! Let us think of a plan and in the meanwhile, let me welcome my mother home with a big hug and cuddle in our bed."

After three nights of missing each other, mother and son shed their clothes and got into bed and even though the belt was an big irritation, they kissed, fondled, petted each other into sleep. But there was a plan that was germinating in Rik's mind that he would share and discuss with his mother tomorrow.

.................................................

Mohammad was in a towering rage. For the past one hour, ever since he had reached his love nest in the evening, Rina had been sucking his cock and squeezing his testicles but still he could not get an erection! 

"Relax, Boss," Rina trying to be as gentle as possible, "It is all in the mind. You must be very stressed out today."

"You bet I am," retorted Mohammad. "I have just had two members of Ramlal's gang murdered and the police are looking for my shooters. That is why I could not come and fuck you yesterday."

"I am sure your brother will be able to handle the case."

"Given a chance, I am sure that that mother fucker would have me murdered and take over my business."

"Does he know that we are here?"

"No way! If he knew I was here alone with you he would be here with this gang to shoot me dead."

"Who else knows about this lovenest of ours?"

"None, except Buddhu .. I have killed the scoundrel who built this and now this is mine."

"Forget killing, let us make love and the child that you are looking for." Rina was switching the topic.

"That is why I am here sweetie, to plant my seed in your womb when you are fertile!"

"Then leave that bottle of whisky and take me in your arms"

Mohammad propped himself up against the headstand of the giant bed and pulled Rina into his chest, between his thighs. Both of them were stark naked. He had a glass of cheap whisky in one hand while with his other hand was on Rina's crotch, stroking her bush and fondling her cunt.

"Ooh ..." gurgled Rina with pleasure. She thrust out her tits and threw her head back against Mohammad's chest, sending the thick cascade of her hip length hair all the way down to brush against his flaccid penis. If only he would get erect! Mohammad let go of her pubis and grabbed her hair in his fist. Then he pulled her head backward and poured the whisky gently through her open lips. Rina cooed with pleasure and flipped around so that her tits were on his chest and his crotch was against his cock. They hugged and rubbed against each other but to no avail. "This cannot go on like this," Rina thought to herself, "it is time to take some action."

"Let me go get a cigarette." Rina pulled herself off Mohammad's chest and walked to the dressing table at the end of the room. Lying on it was Rina's vanity case, containing her toiletries and also more importantly, Mohammad's purse containing the all important key! But instead of touching the purse, Rina put her hand inside her case, quietly located the cell phone that she had been given and pressed a one touch key!

Back in her flat, Rik jumped as his phone rang and his mother's number showed up. He picked up the phone but on not hearing anything else he disconnected quickly. Now the script started to roll. Rina took some time to find and light a cigarette. Then he took a big drag and blew a smoke ring. "Boss, you want one?" she asked.

But before Mohammad could answer his own cell rang. Someone was on the line with an offer of a real tiger penis -- the ultimate aphrodisiac in the eyes of many in Asia! This was an offer that Mohammad could not refuse. He started talking animatedly, asking about details of prices and possible delivery options.

While Mohammad was busy, Rina, who was of course expecting the call, moved to shield the table with her body. Then she opened Mohammad's purse and pulled out the key. Next she opened her own case and took out a powder compact but instead of the usual cosmetic, this one was filled to the brim with wax in which she pressed the key and made an impression. Quickly scrubbing off the wax from the key by rubbing it on her chest, she put it back in Mohammad's purse just as he was finishing the call. 

Mohammad was beaming with pleasure and readily accepted the lighted cigarette that Rina offered. "Let me tell you about this tiger's penis that this fellow has promised to sell me ..."

"Just a minute," Rina interrupted him, "let me get my own cigarette." 

Mohammad continued to puff on the cigarette as Rina calmly walked back to the table and without any sign outward sign of urgency -- even though her heart was thumping inside -- picked up the compact case, closed the lid and placed it deep inside her bag! 

"Tell me about the penis." She was still too edgy to get back in bed because she had broken out in cold sweat and did not want Mohammad to guess that something was wrong. She lit another cigarette, sat down on the edge of the table and started smoking like a chimney.

"Ten grams for ten thousand rupees," exclaimed Mohammad, "that is cheap."

"It is illegal, so how will he deliver it and collect the money?"

"He said he will send it to wherever I want, very privately." She had not thought that this would move as fast as this, but the nicotine in her blood gave her an instant breakthrough idea.

"Why don't you ask him to send it to my address? After all such things are not uncommon in our area."

"That is a wonderful idea. I will fix it up and give you the cash," and Rina smiled secretly at the thought of Rik selling him ten grams of tiger's penis!

But Mohammad was suddenly in an upbeat mood. Things were happening and if only he could get even a slight erection, then the evening would not be wasted. An idea snapped through his mind.

"Rina, the tiger's penis will come next month but I need a stiffner now and I shall use what I have with me."

"What do you have?"

"Buddhu!"

"Buddhu? that idiot as an aphrodisiac? what do you mean?"

"Next month you will see the tiger's penis but now I will show you Buddhu's penis and I will come by watching him fuck you in front of me."

"Oh God, what else will I have to suffer," sighed Rina to herself, but she was in for a very pleasant surprise.

Mohammad hollered to Buddhu and the fellow trotted in like a pet dog. For a moment he was nonplussed looking at his master and his lover, both naked!

Mohammed got out of the bed and walked over to Buddhu. Then he pulled off his vest and released the cord of his pajamas making them drop to the floor. Rina gasped as she saw the large penis and the huge balls that hung flaccid behind it. "Ah, what a treasure," Mohammad was speaking to himself and stroking his servants penis. "Now I know," said Rina to herself, "this guy is a gay and he needs a man to excite himself."

"Buddhu, I know that you have been masturbating with this beautiful fairy ever since she came here but today I am allowing you fuck her, right here in front of me."

It did not take much more to get Buddhu moving. Beaming with pleasure he grabbed Rina and pushed her on the cot and started to rub his nose in her pubic hair and lick her cunt. Rina coo-ed with pleasure and spread her legs and within seconds, Buddhu's penis, now erect, enlarged and engorged with blood was embedded deep inside her. Rina let out a scream of pleasure as she felt his giant penis slide through her vagina and thud into the back of her womb. And then he started hammering her and with each thrust, she felt as if an electric shock was going through her body -- what a change from his masters feeble thrusts! 




Chastity Ch. 02 of 04



Mohammad by now was showing a small erection and he kneeled over Rina's heads and dangled his penis on her lips. Knowing that this was the boss' tool, Rina had to take her mind away from the thundering piston in her cunt to the candle at her lips. By now Buddhu was ravishing her, his hands squishing her breasts, his lips sucking at her lips but Rina had to push his face away and pull Mohammad's penis into her mouth .... and as she sucked on it harder and harder, it slowly grew stiff and hard between her lips.

But the inexorable piston in her vagina was taking its toll in terms of pure pleasure and it was not long before Rina started to shiver and squirm as wave after wave of ecstasy flooded through her. She gave a scream of pleasure and raised her legs up in the sky and Buddhu grabbed and pushed them backward and kept hammering until his penis erupted with thick creams of semen that flooded into Rina. Fortunately Mohammad too had got caught up with all this excitement and thin stream of fluid leaked out of his penis which Rina, even in all this she had kept her head, licked clean.

Buddhu collapsed on Rina's chest that was still heaving with excitement when Mohammad's phone rang again. He put it to his ear, snarled and cursed at what he heard, quickly extricated himself and went to the next room to take the call.

Rina looked up and saw Buddhu grinning stupidly at her. She smiled, grabbed his hair and pushed his face down into her crotch so that his face was now streaked with his own cum that had leaked out of her.

Mohammad came back in a royal rage. Things were getting out of control on the police front and it was imperative for him to go out and manage stuff.

"Look sweetie, you stay here tonight and I will come back tomorrow evening, after dark."

"Shall be eagerly waiting for you Boss."

"If we still have time, we will have another fuck, but otherwise, I will lock you up and send you home."

"Perhaps Buddhu could drop me back, if you are too tied up .."

"No," Mohammad cut him off quickly, "no one knows about you, no one moves you. Feel free to move around the house but do not step out in the compound. No one should see you."

Mohammad left, Rina locked the doors of the bedroom behind him -- she did not want Buddhu back yet. She thought of calling Rik but decided against it -- perhaps her line was tapped! But she did something else.

She opened the back of the cheap mobile phone that Mohammad had given her and pulled out the battery. Then she felt at the base of her duffel bag and found two almost invisible wires that she attached to the battery! Would it work?

Back home Rik, who had been watching the Google Latitude App on his Android phone ever since the evening, gave a shout of joy as his mother's location became visible on Google Maps! So she was in Garden Reach, just beside CESC's Southern Generating Station at the edge of the river. The Entertainment Weekly magazine that had come with a primitive Android phone embedded inside it was lying in the corner of the room, but he had managed to tear it apart and extract the motherboard. A simple prepaid chip had activated it and he had programmed it so that whenever the battery was connected it would boot up, start the GPS and broadcast its position! Rina had stitched this tiny contraption into the canvas wall of the bag but they had left the battery out because of its bulk.

Rina waited with the phone until it received an incoming call -- there was no ringtone of course, but the phone vibrated, once, twice, thrice and stopped. Immediately there was another call but this rang twice. Three-two, that was the code! Rik had located her position!! Rina quickly remove the battery and put it back in her own phone -- just in case Mohammad called! 

But Mohammad was too busy that night and Rina fell asleep to wake up next morning to find Buddhu knocking at the door with her breakfast.

After breakfast, Rina spent an hour going around the house, trying to figure out as much as she could of the surroundings. It was a one story building with a very high compound wall and a single gate that was locked from outside! Beyond the wall, all that she could see looked like the chimney of power station? Metiabruz? or Mulajore? and then she remembered the ship sirens, so it must near the Kidderpore Docks. She tried to ask Buddhu but he seemed to be living up to his name. It was very difficult to get anything out of him. Then it struck her!

She waited for lunch and after a short nap, went looking for Buddhu. He was pottering around in the kitchen when she tiptoed behind him and without any warning lightly squeezed his balls! He looked around, turned around and smiled. Immediately she untied the cords, dropped his pajamas, knelt down in front of him and started to suck his cock. Buddhu was delighted and his sexual passions were unleashed. Within minutes he had Rina on the floor and was fucking her madly. Once he had ejaculated, Rina led him to the living room, sat down on the sofa, pushed him to the floor, grabbed hold of his hair and gently pressed his face into her cunt. 

Buddhu started licking his own cum from Rina's crotch as she gently tickled his ear.

"Which part of the city is this Buddhu?"

"We are in Metiabruz, Garden Reach, madam."

"And what is that chimney out there?"

"That is the electricity generating station."

"So we are close to the Hooghly river."

"Yes Madam it is very close by."

"Can you take me to the river bank?"

"No, Master-saab will beat me if I let you out of the door."

"Please Buddhu, you are such a horny stud. You can fuck me again."

"I will not let you out of the door but I can take you under the river."

"Under the river, dont talk rubbish Buddhu."

"I always go under the river."

"How?"

"Tunnel!" He grinned, and then it suddenly stuck Rina. Of course, the electric company had a tunnel that ran from the generating station, under the river to the Botanical Garden on the other bank.

"How can you use that tunnel? It belongs to the company."

"Come Madam, I will show you ..."

Buddhu led Rina to the kitchen and then showed how with a smart turn on a single knob, one of the cupboards opened inwards and revealed steps going down. 

"How far does this go?"

"This goes down about 30 feet and then there is another very big tunnel with thick wires running through it and that goes all the way to the other bank." Obviously this must be a tunnel that Mohammad had made that joins up with the main company tunnel. This must be his secret escape route, in case he needed one.

"Can I go down there please?"

"Not today, some other time. It will take an hour to go and come back. Master will be back and will be angry if does not find us."

He was right. Dusk was falling and Mohammad would be here soon so there was no point in taking any more risk today. She had just about had a bath when Mohammad stormed into the building, quickly locked her up again in her chastity belt and quietly took her out of the building in the car. This time she noticed that they passed through a dim, dark, narrow and completely deserted road with hardly any lights that twisted and turned before finally emerging in the main road. Then it was quick drive through Taratala before he dropped her off at Tollygunge station of the Metro. Now it would be simple ride to Bowbazar. 



Chastity Ch. 02



"Come Kinlee, lest you hurt yourself." 

"What if you die, and the key is lost, and I am stuck in this thing forever? Well?" 

"Your concern for my life is touching, dear wife." 

She was struggling with the door handle when he scooped her up and strode over to one of the chairs beneath the window arch. He deposited her in the chair, not relinquishing her legs. The damn chastity belt was hooked over his arm. 

"I am not a toy to play with. I have needs," she muttered, tears welling in her big eyes. Needs that had been denied her over a moon because of the golden shell addition to the front of her chastity belt. She adjusted the stole, trying to cover herself as much as she could with the silky see-through concoction. 

"Ah, but I like playing with you." 

Kinlee huffed, only slightly mollified. "Then play. Now." Her tone was pure challenge as she crossed her arms beneath her pouting breasts. Her eyes dropped to the male appendage she had stroked with enthusiasm earlier. "I'll let you stick that thing in me again." 

"Let me?" he mused, his devilish green eyes laughing.

Kinlee's eyes narrowed dangerously as she tried to kick out at him with her good foot, but he wouldn't relinquish his hold. Her fingers clutched at the arms of the chair as they tousled for dominance. His hands above her ankles drew them apart in a wide V, so that his view wasn't impeded as he gazed down at her. Now they both new she was needy. Pig. 

She tugged the stole down between her legs. His eyes lavished over her, even as he slipped her ankles through the belt. Her heart sank as found its way down over her thighs. 

"Do you intend keeping me in this contraption forever?" She muttered mulishly. 

"Ah, Kinlee. It no more pleases me than you. Soon, there will be no need."

"But ....soon? Why soon, why not now? It hurts," her voice trailed off into a whisper. 

"It pains me to leave you like this, when I want nothing more to bed you, to be inside your glorious heat. But the your father's men are lazy and the castles defences weak and in need work. Consider this both our punishment." 

"Both our punishment?" 

"You for leading my men on a merry dance, me for not taking more precautions to prevent your wilful excursion." 

He leaned down, his lips dangerously close. Her lips parted, welcoming. Perhaps... 

He wrapped an arm around her waist, his other hand gripping her chastity belt at her upper thighs. He lifted her, until she stood on one foot, her hands clinging to his upper arms. The stole slipped, so that her breasts pressed against him. 

Her forehead fell to rest against his chest in defeat as he drew the belt up and fitted it around her hips. When he finger beneath her chin lifted her face, his mouth gently brushed her pouting one. 

"Tonight, we will make sure all your hurts are seen to." 

He laid her gently on the bed, and she rolled onto her belly, her face turned away from him as he moved around the chamber, readying himself for whatever his men were ready for. 

The bed dipped then she felt his mouth press against her shoulder blade, then he was gone. 

Kinlee felt the anger well, mixing with the overwhelming need to be thoroughly ravished. 

Her lord and husband could go merrily on his way, yet she was beholden to his whims. Tonight, did he think? 

With her maid's help, Kinlee saw to her bathing and toilette. The warm, scented water had taken away most of her aches, but made her scratches sting. Then she sat with her back to the warmth of the fireplace as her maid drew the brush soothingly through her mane until it dried. 

She felt mildly better in the physical sense, but still didn't know if she wanted to scream or cry. As much as she wanted to hide from a castle of men and women who would gaze pityingly on her in the knowledge she wore a stupid chastity belt, hiding in Draven's chamber offered very little solace. She needed a plan of action. 

~*~

"Father..."

"Yes, my child?"

Kinlee peeked up at the priest before turning her gaze back to her hands where they rested in her lap.

"I -- I wish to seek an annulment."

The priest gasped, leaning heavily on his stick. "But -- why?"

The silence stretched as a tear slid down her cheek. 

"It is too humiliating. I can not possibly say."

"There is nothing you can say that will change you in my eyes, or that of the Lords."

"Truly?" she mumbled. That might soon change, in Father's eyes at least. 

"Truly."

Minutes passed, as seemingly Kinlee gathered courage, her fingers twisting in her lap. She took a deep breath. 

"He torments me," Kinlee finally said. "He makes me all..." she fluttered her hand, peeking up from beneath lowered lashes, "but he doesn't..." another flutter. She peeked again. Father's face was turning as red as Kinlee. 

"I -- some things take time."

Kinlee pressed her hanky to her mouth. 

"I fear he has no intention of..." flutter "now that he has my father's Kingdom. He makes me...makes me..."

"Yes?" 

"Father, he won't take it off!"

"What off?" Oooh, did she have to paint a picture? Why was the castle grapevine lagging that day?

"This," she whispered, a tear trickling down her cheek. She slowly raised her skirts, revealing blue slippers, silk stockings, soft creamy flesh and finally, a golden chastity belt. 

Father gazed down at her slightly parted thighs, his eyes wide. A low, coughing sort of wheeze escaped him. He managed to drag his eyes away after what seemed an age, pondering the ceiling of the chapel with remarkable intensity. 

"I merely want to fulfil my destiny and provide heirs to the throne, yet..."

That was a lie, she admitted, and silently apologised profusely to the Lord. Of course, she wanted children eventually. But right now all she wanted was a lover to show her all the things she had imagined while locked up in a chastity belt for five years. Not a husband who could dally where and when he wanted, and not with her, if this morn's events were anything to go by. 

"Yet?" Father prompted. 

"He has what he wants, control of my father's kingdom." A muffled sob. "I am merely a means to his revenge. He has no intention of getting me with child and providing Giliane a heir." Kinlee didn't know where Draven stood on children, so it wasn't an outright lie, was it? 

"My dear, surely you are confused..."

"No," another sob. "No, I fear there is only one answer that can save my father's kingdom from Lord Draven's heartless revenge."

"What is that, my child?"

"An annulment."

"Bravo, princess," a masculine voice called. One clap, two. 

Kinlee's head swung round, her eyes widening in a mixture of trepidation and awe and she surreptitiously pushed down her skirts. Draven stood leaning against a column, his breeches clinging to his muscular legs. He wore a long sword hanging from his hips, and a short white tunic. He looked wicked and sinful, and she wanted nothing more than to feel the weight of him pressing down on her as he filled her with what filled those breeches. Her body tingled in welcome. 

He pushed away from the column, stalking toward her with an animal grace that both pleased and frightened her. She swiftly rose and turned in a swirl of skirts, her eyes darting to the far end of the chapel behind him, knowing it was pointless. 

"Perhaps if I may, Father Michaels, I can clear up my wife's confusion." 

"Oh, yes, yes of course. I shall depart and leave you both alone," Father said hurriedly. 

"No, it would please me for you to hear this also, Father."

"Oh, well then, if it pleases you, my lord." 

"Kinleanne, did I not take your maidenhead?" 

Kinlee blushed, suddenly finding the beading on her dress of great interest. She wished right then that the ground would open up and swallow Draven. 

"Well?" he stood before her, a massive wall of masculinity. His fingers brushed down her cheek before dipping under her chin and tipping her head back. Still she refused to look at him, her lashes lowered, her face awash in pinkness. 

"I don't recall this being a matter of dispute. I believe only my hairpins you used to escape received more attention in Giliane." 

"So we agree. I have rightly claimed my bride's virginity, and therefore an annulment is out of question." 

Kinlee squirmed at the dangerously soft tone, not knowing where he was heading with this, but sensing very much she wouldn't like it. The priest had christened her, and listened to her childish tales and admonished her wilfulness as she grew to womanhood. And his wife was a terrible gossip. 

"Yet, the issue of heirs remain. Was it only several days ago you admitted to taking a potion to prevent just that?"

"Er..." Kinlee felt her chest squeeze in shock. A quick peek at the priest made her horrifying humiliation perfect. His blush made hers look pale in comparison. Kinlee was clearly not going to heaven now in Father Micheal's book. 

"Precisely. Good day, Father."

With that, she found herself tossed over Draven's shoulder in a flurry of silk, the breath whooshing from her lungs. A firm grip on her bottom held her steady as he marched her out the chapel, and along the weaving path to the castle. 

"That was unfair," Kinlee complained, pinching his bottom through the delicious breeches that pulled tight with each step. "No doubt disobedient wives interfering with God's will, will feature prominently in his next sermon." 

When the path forked, he took the one leading away from the castle forecourt and the possibility of safety in numbers. 

"I believe you gave him enough fodder to last a handful of sermons, judging by the look on his face. The image of you in your chastity belt is likely burned in his memory for all time."

"You saw that?" she squeaked. 

"I could hardly have failed to, what with your skirts hiked up almost over your head." 

She pinched him again for his impertinence. 

Draven pushed through a squeaky gate, and stepped into the hushed green surrounds of the Queen's Private Garden. Kinlee swallowed nervously. The Garden was forbidden to anyone but the royal family, removing any chance of interruption. Had her husband brought her here with pleasurable intentions, this knowledge would have considerable benefit. 

Tall stone walls hid the tiny lush garden filled with a glorious tumble of wild roses from honey-pink to the most delicate white. Amidst the winding paths stood a granite bench over which trellises arched with their burden of flowering pink vines. The bench overlooked a square pond with a sculpted mermaid rising from it's placid depths holding a bowl of overflowing water. 

For the first time she did not feel the peaceful serenity of belonging in her grandmother's garden as she usually did. Instead she felt agitated, excited and flustered all at once. 

Draven eased her down his front, and she glared up at him, her hands resting on his forearms. She remained in the warmth of his arms for no other reason than her ankle hurt. 

His head lowered, his lips nuzzling her temple, her cheek, before finding her parted lips. He brushed his mouth against hers. Again and again, until she could bear it no longer and her hands captured his face, holding him still as she slanted her mouth over his. When he finally ended the kiss, they were both breathing heavily. 

"You are a vexing man, Prince Draven Carmeachi." 

"Because I presumed to call your bluff? Did you really think Father Michael would release you from your vows, or that I would let him?" 

Again he kissed her, making her toes curl and her insides melt. Until she broke it off. 

"What cause would you have to object? It was because of me that you were forced to marry. You had no choice once you discovered you had inadvertently deflowered a princess." 

"I had a choice, Kinlee. I could have taken you as my mistress, and there was nothing your father and my parents could have done to force a marriage once your maidenhead had been plucked. And you, my deceiving minx, wouldn't have complained, so long as I bedded you to your heart's desire."

Kinlee mumbled something that could have been a mild protest before he kissed her again. Her fingers slid down over his chest, finding the ties of his tunic. 

His hands worked on her hooks, and cool air touched her back. He peeled her bodice down, revealing the gentle thrust of her breasts with their pink crowns. She slipped her arms from the capped sleeves, and the swaying motion seemed to hypnotise him. 

She watched as his strong tanned hands cupped her pale breasts, his thumbs sweeping over her beckoning nipples. Kinlee whimpered in encouragement.

"Perhaps we could reach an accord," she murmured as she fumbled with the knots and loosened the cords of his tunic as fast as she could, which wasn't very. 

"And what is it you believe we should reach an agreement on?" His eyebrow quirked in query. He sat down on the bench and drew her across his lap. 

His mouth trailed down over her chest to the beckoning mounds, nipping and sucking in a way that shot delicious heat down between her thighs. She wiggled and moaned, wanting more. Wanting him. 

"Doesn't the bible mention husband's and wives should agree?" she murmured against his ear as she pushed the tunic up over his chest. He lifted his arms, and she tugged it over his head and threw it far. 

"Do you refer to the part where wives must obey their husbands?" 

Kinlee drew back in horror, slapping his hands from her breasts. At his chuckle, her golden eyes widened with relief. "Oh, for a moment I thought you must not have noticed I mumbled that part of the vows." 

"Kinlee, I do not want your dutiful obedience. And I'm fast finding a meek and proper wife does not appeal. Take down your hair for me." 

Kinlee gazed directly at him as she reached up and found the loops of her braided hair pinned like a crown on her head. Pearls were interwoven in her silky mane, and a small veil fluttered down behind to the just below her shoulders. She tugged at pins and hair until her hair fell haphazardly over her shoulders in a kinky blonde cloud.

All the while his fingers caressed her from neck to waist, skating over her flesh, stroking and rubbing and teasing her into madness. 

She wiggled on his lap, feeling the evidence of his desire. Her hand pressed down between their bodies, sliding down his belly to rub him through his straining breeches. She wanted nothing more to yank down his breeches and push herself down on his hard length until he filled her. 

He sucked on her eager nipples, his fingers splayed over her back as he gave them his full attention. Kinlee was shockingly wet at his devilish tortures. Her maids had playfully teased her breasts as she reached her gentle lady's pleasure, but it had been far from this hungry seduction. 

To her frustration the leather breeches would not give beneath her demanding fingers. She yanked at the ties, but it was no use. She decided then and there that she hated men's clothing.

"Careful, minx," he gritted. "It wouldn't do to damage the goods." His hand brushed hers out of the way, and one-handed, loosened the laces. She would have been miffed if it wasn't what she wanted. His mouth founds hers again as she slipped her hand into his parted breeches and drew him free. He was impossibly hard and velvety soft all at once. Mmmm...

Hope spiralled in her chest as the golden belt loosened about her hips. Then he was tugging it impatiently down her legs, and she was holding onto his shoulders for balance. 

She mewed in distress when she found he was lifting her off of him, then he was directing her legs to straddle him, and she willingly complied. She pressed kisses over his throat as she rubbed herself against him. 

He drew up her gown, until she felt cool air on her bottom. When his fingers skated over her soft folds from behind, it felt as though she had been hit by lightening. She bucked, her fingers instinctively tightening where they held him.

"God, princess, you're so wet and tight," he groaned against her ear as a finger pushed up inside of her. Her lips parted and her head fell back as he stroked her clenching channel with satisfying urgency, while his thumb teasing her throbbing bud. 

Her hand found him, stroking him, his long, wide girth satisfyingly hard beneath her curious caresses. She sighed, he groaned. 

Kinlee's thoughts were fuzzy, but they kept coming back to the same thing. 

"If, like you say, you are only a teensy bit mad at me for trapping you in marriage, and concede you do not require a meek wife, then why do you make me wear that horrible contraption?"

"Kinlee, do you like the pretty attentions of your serving lasses when they lick you?" Kinlee's lips parted on a shuddering breath as he kissed the side of her neck. 

Kinlee blinked. "Of course," she said confusedly. Then, "who told you that?" 

"And do one or some of the palace guards appeal to you?" 

"Yes, but in the same way the serving wenches appeal to you," Kinlee murmured, slightly defensively. 

"Your honesty is refreshing, princess. But you will find, Kinlee, that I won't share you." 

Kinlee pulled back, searching his intent face. And slowly frowned. Is this what this was all about? Ensuring the heir was his? Well, whatever he said about those brews, Kinlee was convinced they would work. And she didn't trust him either. She had seen him with all those serving maids, furiously expending his passions. Yet with her, even that first time when it came down to it, and mighty quickly too, he had been completely different. When he had tied her to the bed, he had been so fiercely controlled when he had finally taken her. And this morning, she failed to tempt him. She glared at him. His disinterest was obvious. 

"Five years is a very, very, very long time. To wear this chastity belt is to be constantly reminded of what is denied me. I burned to be ravished. I still do." Kinlee tried to wiggle off of him, but his hands settled firmly about her waist. She pried at his fingers unsuccessfully. Was it possible to be so angry and still feeling like being ravished by him? "If you will not see to my needs, would it be remiss of me to find someone who will?" 

"You will find me very attentive to your needs, princess." Her body quivered traitorously at the promise of those words. His hand slid down and lifted her bottom, then she felt him, brushing against her dewy heat. Her muscles clenched in anticipation. He fitted himself against her, lodging the blunt head of him at her gate. 

They remained poised there, their chests rising and falling. "Show me then," she whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth. Her lashes fluttered close, her lips parting as she sunk slowly down on him. 

He buried his head against her throat, his groan sending goose pimples along her skin, as she took him deep inside. Her body stretched to accommodate him, and the breathe raced from her lungs at the incredible fullness of him filling her. 

If possible, he felt better than the time before. The first time didn't count. She clung to his shoulders, wallowing in the sensation of his throbbing length seated deep inside her. 

Yet the clamouring need between her melting thighs could not be denied for long, and soon she was moving urgently on him. His hands caught her hips, slowing her, guiding her, and soon they found a rhythm. 

It was incredible, maddening, the exquisite feelings overwhelming. She moved on top of him, pushing down, lifting up, her body shuddering around the powerful feel of him joined with her. She could so easily become addicted to him. 

His mouth scorched a path over her shoulder and neck as his hands caressed her soft flesh. He was large and impossibly strong, his clean scent and warmth wrapping insidiously around her. 

Caresses feathered over her breasts, down her arms, her hips. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips parted. When his fingers found the curls between her thighs, she moaned softly. 




Chastity Ch. 02



Gently he coaxed her nether lips apart, discovering the hidden pearl between. He massaged her there with small, circular strokes, making her writhe on top of him as liquid heat stole through her. 

Kinlee quivered beneath the tanned hands moving on her body, teasing and caressing her. She yielded to his mastery, shivers racing up and down her thighs, dew gathering between them as the storm built. 

Her head fell back, her breathing uneven. Her nails dug into his back. Her nipples ached with their tightness, her belly churning as fierce heat flared where his thumb caressed her. 

It was as though she was being consumed by an intoxicating warmth that left her fever pitched and wanting. Her nails raked his back. He pinched her tender nipples, rolling, squeezing. Her body writhed, tightening, coiling. 

She cried out as lightening tore through her, stealing all comprehension from her body as she came. He held her, one hand sunk into her mane, the other banded across her hips, thrusting up into her fluttering sheath, their cries echoing across the garden. He surged deep, spilling hotly inside her, his groans in her ear. 

She clung to him, dragging in gulps of air, her face pressed against his neck. Before she could catch her breath, he lifted her chin and his mouth settled over hers, drawing her deeper into the dark unknown that was all him. 

~*~ 

She slowly woke, a feeling of weak lassitude having overtaken her limbs. The afternoon sun was warm on her skin, in delicious contrast to the cool breeze lapping at her. Her head was nestled in the crook of Draven's arm, her body pressed to his side. 

His soft snores made her lips curl. Her head lifted slightly, her gaze moving over his large frame. When she spied the gold chain at his neck, she stilled. Mentally checking herself, she breathed a sigh of relief to feel completely bare beneath her crushed and grass stained skirts. 

Her teeth nibbled on her bottom lip as she pondered her sleeping husband. True, he promised to see to her needs. But thinking back without the haze of sensuality clouding her mind, he hadn't actually promised to relinquish her from the chastity belt. Her lips firmed with resolution. 

She doubted she could slip the chain over his head without waking him. And her many observations had led her to conclude the chain was soldered together without the aid of a clasp. Her fingers drummed against her thigh. But if there was no chastity belt, the wearer of the key could not lock it. 

Her gold eyes darted to the bench. On the far side, close to the shrubs, glinted the evil gold contraption. Her mind raced with the possibilities. Slowly she untangled herself from where she pressed against Draven's side. Her skirt and petticoat was caught beneath the weight of his leg, and she gently tugged until they pulled free. She winced when she sat up and her hair pulled, and she eased the strands free too. 

She pushed herself to her feet and took several shaky steps, tensing as with each moment she waited for him to wake and instantly determine her guilty intent. She pulled up the capped sleeves of her gown as she did so. There was nothing for her laces and the tangle of her hair. 

Her fingers closed about the belt, and she ran along the grass beside the stone pathway toward the arched gate. At the gate, she turned, gazing upon a sleeping Draven. She sighed, a glimmer of a smile curving her swollen lips. The chastity belt aside, he truly wasn't a bad husband when he set his mind, and other parts, to it. 

As she considered him, she wondered what to do with the belt. If someone in passing saw her with it, it could lead Draven or his hounds to its destination. However if she hid it in the castle, her scent would be everywhere, making it much more difficult to find. But there were few spaces of privacy, and someone would stumble across it, whether on the morrow or eventually. The lake it was. 

~*~ 

Kinlee stood in the middle of her tower chamber, hands on hips, her chests all flung open around her to reveal their emptiness. Confusion warred within her. 

"Kinleanne." Kinlee jumped with a squeak, turning to face her husband. He leaned against the stone entranceway, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his face unreadable. He had changed into fresh clothes. Around his neck, over the grey-blue tunic, hung the golden key in open challenge. 

"Everything has been taken," she said in an attempt to distract him from the inevitable interrogation. Her golden eyes darted away from the offensive object, as if denying its existence would aid her plight. 

"They are where they belong." 

Her mind returned to that morning where she awoke in the King's chamber, her brush and gowns therein. "In the Queens's Chamber?" she asked hesitantly. 

"No."

"Oh." Silence. So he really meant for them to share a chamber? Kinlee puzzled over the strangeness of that. 

"Now perhaps you could honour me by answering a question in return, princess." 

Kinlee bit her lip, her fingers tangling together behind her back. "What, pray, would you do, should the answer not be to your satisfaction?"

"I would be disappointed should my wife refuse to answer my question directly, or with honesty." 

Her eyebrows rose. Everyone is disappointed now and then, she mused to herself. If that was all...

"And a stint in the dungeon may assist my wife's tongue should this be the case."

Kinlee pouted. "I thought we resolved this issue, Draven. Last eve, where you stated you would only return me to the dungeon for my safety," she faithfully reminded him. 

His eyebrows rose. The silence stretched. 

"You claim to be doing this for my safety?" she exclaimed, offended by his blatant fabrication, whether last eve or now, the timing did not matter. 

Draven nodded, pushing away from the entranceway and striding toward her. 

Kinlee swallowed hard, backing up. The thought of being locked behind bars did not appeal. But being locked in a chastity belt appealed even less. Truly, the dungeon had not been so bad. Quiet, perhaps if one discounts the rustling and drips, and dark. 

"What happens should your safety be threatened - do I get to send you to the dungeon?" She enquired politely, skirting a chest. 

Draven shook his head.

Kinlee crossed her arms. "The unfairness of it all is strikingly clear. I had better find myself a cloak." 

"Will you not reconsider?" he asked, standing before her, his hands circling her tiny waist. 

"Are you quite serious in this course of action you propose, your Majesty?" 

"Yes, Kinlee, I am resolute on this matter. I do it for your own good." 

"Then, your Majesty, I am resolute also. I propose we dispense with this marriage and go our separate ways." Kinlee gasped when he picked her up and threw her over the shoulder. 

"The name is Draven, princess. And for all that you are a devious, vexatious, exquisite, intriguing minx, there will be no rendering of this marriage. You are mine, Kinlee. Now and forever." 

Kinlee drummed her hands against his rock hard bottom. 

"I am so not letting you stick that thing in me again. No matter how much you are convinced I want you too. Chastity belt or no." 

"Princess, neither of us holds any illusions about how much you want me to stick my thing in you." 

"Oooh! Go back to Landes and drive the maids there batty and leave me be. Now I know the reason you have not married - they have too much sense to marry you, no matter the incentive of your enormous sword or otherwise!" 

Draven only laughed. 

"Toad!"



Chastity Ch. 03



King Garbin held his arm out straight through the bars, his fist clenched. Then his fingers straightened, and Kinlee's eyes widened. Dangling from a long, golden chain that glinted in the flickering torchlight, was a delicately formed, intricate key. 

It swayed, and her wide blue eyes followed the tantalizing movement as her mind calculated all the possibilities. 

"Why?" she asked breathlessly.

"I don't see how you will beget heirs locked in the dungeon." 

"Ooohh, you have a one purpose mind," Kinlee informed her father, her own hand reaching through the bars of her own cell, her finger tips wiggling as she stretched out to reach the chain. 

Her father drew his arm back, considering the key. Kinlee bit back a groan of immense irritation. He knew he had her, she knew he had her, but it wasn't seemly for a princess to make it obvious. 

"Once my line is secured, I will happily hand over the kingdom to your husband through legal channels. It's time I retired." 

"Father, if you have failed to notice, you are in the dungeon. There is no handing over, happily or otherwise. You may recall you imprisoned Prince Draven and tried to force him to marry my sister, before he managed to escape and --" 

"Ah, yes. After deflowering my youngest daughter and using her hair pins to escape." 

"- and later returning to seize your kingdom in vengeance. But clearly your memory has no fault in other matters," Kinlee muttered churlishly. Would she ever live down the hair pin incident? 

"Daughter, you may recall you too are also a guest of this here dungeon." 

"Only because I won't wear the blasted chastity belt," she grumbled. "How can you be so cavalier with what Draven has done?" 

"Because I have achieved what I wanted. He knows it, I know it. I wanted him as a husband for my daughter and the future ruler of my kingdom. That he has chosen to marry my youngest daughter over my oldest daughter is of little consequence."

"So you truly don't mind spending time in a dungeon?" Kinlee asked, wondering if Draven similarly viewed recent events so calculatingly. Did Draven in principle agree to assuming the Kingship, but only on his own terms and not those forced on him by her father? Kinlee had expected something a little more bloodthirsty. 

"My stay in the dungeon is merely to appease Draven's pride. No doubt -" 

The sound of footsteps reached them, and Kinlee gasped when she was hit in the chest by the heavy gold chain. Her fingers instinctively rose to close about the key before it could fall to the ground. Biting her lip, she glanced down at herself urgently. Her pockets and bodice offered little sanctuary. Draven would feel it about her person. Her boots seemed the best option. 

Kinlee was just straightening when Draven strode into view. 

"Garbin," he acknowledged, while Kinlee drank in the sight of his tall muscular body in navy breeches and white shirt. Her fingers curled around the bars, her heart racing. He truly was a magnificent beast. Why, though, did he have to be so tempting, aggravating, stubborn and her husband all at once? 

"Draven," he father returned, equally pleasant. 

Kinlee wanted to roll her eyes as they attended to the niceties of prisoner and prisonee. 

"Wife," Draven murmured, his voice deepening, his green eyes locking on her face. The quiver in her belly erupted into an earth quake of unfulfilled need. 

"Prince Draven," she murmured, relinquishing the bars and taking a step back. Her curtsey was graceful beneath his intense gaze. "Thank you for taking the time and opportunity to visit our humble abode." 

Draven crossed his arms of his chest, his back to her father. 

"Kinlee, any time you wish to give up this game and inform me of the whereabouts of your chastity belt, you shall immediately be removed from this ...humble abode." 

"You ask me to exchange the freedom of my person for the freedom to..." Kinlee's voice petered out and she glanced over at her father. Her father had returned to his book, conspicuous in his apparent disinterest. 

She crooked her finger at her husband, and he obediently moved closer, his hands gripping the cell bars high above her head. "Frolick," she whispered, blushing. His eyes dropped to her mouth, then rose to lock with her own.

Draven's lips quirked. "It astounds me that one so wicked in thought as you can still blush," he whispered back. 

"Pray tell me you wouldn't blush if the occasion somehow arose of discussing frolicking in front of your dear mother, Queen Elsbeth." 

"It would be remiss of me to lie and deny it," he murmured, his green eyes twinkling. 

"And how is your mother?" Kinlee asked in a much louder voice.

"She is happy of the news of our nuptials, and plans to travel here with my father in the early spring." 

"Be sure to have them visit my father and myself in the dungeon during their stay." 

"Kinlee," Draven rolled his eyes. "You will not be in the dungeon when my parents arrive."

"You mean you give up on the notion of my wearing a chastity belt and agree to release me from my cell?" she asked hopefully. 

"Stubborn, just like her mother was," came the unhelpful comment from across the passageway. 

"No. I mean I have posted a reward of a hundred gold pieces to whomever finds your chastity belt."

"That is cheating," she gasped. "No doubt every man and his dog will scour the kingdom, and won't sleep until they find it. That could feed and clothe an army for a season." 

"It will be only a matter of time, yes." His husky voice sent a shiver down her spine. His hand reached out, ostensibly to stroke a blonde lock. Only the stray lock curled over her breast, and his thumb teased her nipple through the bodice of her gown. Kinlee bit back a moan as her nipple tightened in approval. He tweaked it, before his hand fell away. 

If he thought to seduce her out of her cell, he had another thing coming. Kinlee acknowledged she would be really cross at Draven right then if she didn't have a spare key to her chastity belt tucked in her boot. 

"Fine." Kinlee drew herself up to her full height and crossed her arms, her blue eyes narrowing. The movement bolstered her small breasts, and his gaze dropped for several disconcerting moments. "I can see when the skirmish is lost, but not the battle. I threw the damn contraption onto the roof of the tower from the window of my sister's chamber." 

"I'm impressed," Draven acknowledged with a bow of his head. "You're a worthy adversary, Kinlee." 

"Flattery will afford you nothing, Sir." 

"Then I shall look forward to a time when I am afforded everything, princess."

His eyes dropped to her breasts and lower, before lifting back to her face. There was little doubt of his meaning. 

Her eyes narrowed dangerously when he winked and strode away. 

"Where are you going? I've told you where the blasted contraption is!"

He merely lifted a hand and gave a brief wave as he disappeared from sight. 

Her father chuckled in the drawn out silence. "Did you really think he would let you out before he had his hands on the chastity belt? Your husband is not a stupid man by half. It's one of the things I like about him." 

Kinlee scuffed the stone floor with one of her boots, emitting a loud 'hrumph'. 

Would Draven be overly mad when he found out she lied? It wouldn't do to make it too easy for her toad of a husband, key or no key. 

~*~ 

When four guards arrived early that evening, Kinlee thought nothing of it. They unlocked her cell and escorted her out, flanking her. It was only as they moved through the bowels of the palace, rather than the parts she was familiar with, that she became uneasy. 

"Has Draven devised some new punishment for me that involves me being covered in cobwebs?" she enquired, quickly brushing them off as soon as they landed on her hair and gown. She knew they were in the tunnels of the older section of the castle for she had explored them when she was seven and had quickly become lost. Her father's fury when she had been found had been an awesome sight. Vargas's smacks on her tender behind, however, had kept her from sitting for days. 

The guards didn't respond. They had picked up speed, and she almost had to run in her slippers to match their long strides. 

"Doesn't he yet know I can eat a horse and it doesn't settle on my thighs? I'm not in need of exercise."

Still no response. 

"Perhaps he has found a new wife and wants to be rid of the old?" she mused. 

The guard in front of her turned, his hand holding something. He caught her up, pressing something soft over mouth and nose. She didn't have much time to mentally complain at the overpowering smell before everything went black.

~*~ 

When Kinlee came too, it was to a throbbing headache that seemed to stretch all the way past her temples to her jaw. 

She rose on one elbow on the rickety cot, glancing around her. She was in some kind of hovel, judging by the earth floor and rough timber walls with light peaking in. A step down from the dungeon, she noted. 

Rubbing her aching head, she tried to remember how she came to be here. The movement of her arm rustled something, and she gazed down. Pinned to her grimy bodice was a small scroll.

Sitting up, she un-pinned the scroll and stretched it out flat over her lap. In childish script were the words "This is only a warning." 

Kinlee's blue eyes widened. A warning of what? That there are clearly worse places than a dungeon if she didn't reveal the whereabouts of the damned chastity belt? 

The more she thought about it, being stolen from the dungeon, drugged, and left with a note didn't strike her something Draven would do. He was more likely to tease her to the point she wanted to die from frustration and caved into his every demand. Like marriage. 

She didn't even know why it was so important to Draven that she wear the chasity belt. It wasn't like he chose her to be his wife. She had tricked him into taking her virginity, only to find she had misjudged his honour and his sneakiness. The end result was she was married to the sexy tyrant. It didn't matter to Draven that she had lied about who she was, or that she had had no intentions of marriage when she had welcomed him into her bed. Unfortunately, Draven had some strange logic that because he deflowered her, her being a princess and him a prince, he had to marry her. Any attempt to convince him otherwise had fallen on deaf, stubborn ears. 

No, it seemed she had been kidnapped. How bizarre and insulting if they weren't going to ransom her, and only did it as a 'warning'. She was a princess, and worth her weight in gold to her father. 

"Hmmm," Kinlee mused aloud as she crumpled up the paper and tucked it in her bodice for later. Perhaps her abductors realized that her father didn't have access to gold in his current living quarters. And maybe they also realized abducting her wasn't such a bad thing for her husband, who might not be keen to pay to get her back, and were instead actually doing him a favour by ridding him of an unwanted wife? 

She collapsed back down on the bed, the room swaying. Strange, she mused. She didn't much like the thought of Draven getting rid of her so easily. 

Kinlee woke to the sound of the walls of the hut trembling. It was darker now, the sunlight no longer seeping through the cracks. Her mouth felt dry as dust, and her throat ached for water. Rising up, she pushed her hair back from her hot face. 

It was several moments before she realized it was the pounding of hooves that caused the hovel to shake. Galvanized into action, she toppled from the bed onto her hands and knees -- more bruises for the collection, no doubt -- and crawled over to a small table and chair. 

Kinlee was standing by the entrance, the chair raised over her head, when the rickety door was flung open with a force that made it swoon, causing her to jump back and almost topple over.

A tall, muscular man filled the entrance, the shadows cast over his features adding a scariness to the proceedings she frankly could have done without. 

The chair was tugged from her hands, preventing her fall. She was caught up in strong arms and lifted off her feet, the chair thrown carelessly aside. She struggled against the intimidating strength of her captor, her heart racing. 

"Princess," a wondrously familiar voice murmured against her ear. She went limp in his arms in a storm of emotions, the utmost being relief. Tears brimmed on her lashes as she pressed her face against his neck, her arms tightening about his shoulders. He carried her outside, for she had no intention of letting go of him just then. 

The ride back to the castle with Draven's arms tight about her, three score of guards as silent escort, was both the longest and shortest ride of her life. 

~*~

All she needed now was a key to the dungeon, Kinlee mused, as she rose from the cooling water. Other princesses might have wished for jewels and bolts of the most expensive cloth and every colour, but clearly their needs differed to Kinlee's. 

Kinlee stepped over the edge of the tub and reached down to collect a softly scented towel from the stool nestled beside it. Blotting her face, she walked over to her vanity, uncaring that she trailed water across Draven's floor. 

She had dismissed her maidservants on the pretext of wanting privacy. It was unheard of that a prince and princess shared a palace chamber. Draven taking the liberty of having her things moved to his chamber didn't quite top the hair pin incident, but it wasn't far from it. The less witnesses to her depraved circumstances, the better. No doubt there were salacious rumours (double standards being alive and well) of her bedroom behavior circulating. If only some of them were true. 

Wrapping a thin sea-green wrap about her body, she sat down on the circular cushion and glanced at her familiar combs, perfumes and jewels scattered before her. Annoying tears welled up, and she blinked them away. Picking up a narrow glass vessel, she lifted the tiny lid and drew the glass stopper along the inside of her wrist, the valley of her breasts, her throat. The fresh scent of orange blossoms was heady after the grime of her former prisons. 

Her eyes lifted as the chamber door quietly closed. Draven. He leaned against the closed chamber door, arms crossed, one ankle crossed over the other. The intensity of his gaze made her thighs clench. 

Picking up an ivory comb, she caught a clump of golden strands and started from the bottom. She gave every appearance of concentrating on the task of teasing the tangles from her hair. If only she didn't have to pretend to ignore her husband.

"It's in the lake," she said casually, running the comb the length of her hair. 

"Pardon?"

"The chastity belt. That's what you want to know, isn't it?" she asked innocently. Placing the comb down, she turned on the stool and crossed her arms beneath her breasts. "And I'm not telling you this because my father gave me a second key because I inherited his stubbornness and he thinks stubbornness won't beget heirs." 

She finished a little breathlessly, noting Draven's eyebrows had almost reached his hairline. 

"Pardon?" Draven asked, 

"It's what princesses do, isn't it? Marry and have lots of bonny little princes and princesses."

"No." 

"No?" she asked hopefully. "I've never been married before, so I don't know what to expect."

"Not if they don't want. Is that what you want?" 

"I don't know. Nobody has ever asked me what it is I wanted." 

A pause. 

"I didn't force you to wear the chastity belt so I could assure myself that if we were blessed with bonny babies they would be mine, Kinlee." 

"Oh," she mused, perhaps more confused than ever. 

"Let's just be clear, to avoid any miscommunication. The only man giving you babies is me, Kinlee. If you want babies, that is." 

Kinlee tipped her head on the side. Something was up with her husband, but she wasn't too sure what. Thinking back over what he said, she asked "So why do I have to wear the chastity belt again?" 

"Because your husband is a fool." 

"If I listen to my old nanny, and the cook, all men are fools. It would help if you were a little more specific." 

"When I returned with my men to seize the palace and couldn't find you after turning the place upside down, I thought I would go insane with the knowledge that I had lost such a treasure." 

"You took this palace because of me, not because you wanted to stick it to my father?"

"After declining your father's offer of his daughter in marriage, I didn't expect him to willingly hand over a bewitching serving lass." 

Kinlee gazed at him in the mirror, her lips parting. When he didn't go on, she tried to encourage him. "I hid from you because I thought you had found out who I was and planned on reuniting me with my father in the dungeon." 

"Not because I had hurt you?" 

"Perhaps a little bit," she blushed. "But the fault was mine. I was eager to rid myself of my maidenhead and didn't give much thought as to the how." 

"Or to the whom." 

Something in his voice, perhaps it was a hint of hesitation or unasked question, gave her pause. She twisted around on the stool. 

"You think I just wanted to lose my virginity, and didn't care about the whom?" 

"Yes," he said baldly. 

Kinlee squirmed a little on the chair. 

"There may be a little truth in that. In the beginning." She quickly rushed on, "In my defense, by my father forcing me to wear a chastity belt, it made me all the more curious and determined." 

"But I was -- am - very pleased with the whom. I had watched you for days with the maidservants, fervently wishing it was me you enjoyed with such abandon." 

"They meant little to me beyond a moment's bliss." 

"I know, but it puzzles me why it is only with them that you seem so - so eager?"

"Is that what you believe?" 

Kinlee nodded earnestly. 

"Kinlee, you are an innocent, and deserve a tender and gentle lover to introduce you to the ways of pleasure. Not a fool who hurt you in his rush to have you. Or a husband who can barely control himself around his tempting wife." 

Seeing Kinlee's doubt, Draven continued. "You are exquisite, princess. I find my every thought is of you, of what it feels like to have you in my arms, of loving you until you plead for mercy. In turn, knowing that you merely wanted me for the pleasure I could give you in bed has been slowly driving me insane." 

"Oh," Kinlee mused on a long, drawn out breath. "So because you thought all I wanted was" she fluttered her hand, "and didn't care who it was with, you wanted me to wear the chasity belt so I would only do it with you." She paused, a frown gathering. "My old nurse was right. Men are fools," she said to herself. He had made her wear the uncomfortable contraption because he thought her a trollop?

Rising from the chair, the thin silk clinging to her slightly damp breasts with their hard little nipples, she faced her husband. Hands on hips, she glared at him down the length of her princess nose. "Get. Out." 

Draven stared at her for a moment, weighing up her words. "I nearly lost you today because of my stupidity. First things first, princess." 

He strode to her, his arms about her waist lifting her off the ground. His mouth found hers, forceful and demanding, cutting off her squeal of protest.

She found herself tumbled on the bed linens, his body quickly covering hers. His mouth forced hers to yield, his tongue seeking entry. Kinlee whimpered with delight, wrapping her arms around his neck and wiggling her wet body against him in pleasure. 

"God, Kinlee, what you do to me," he breathed against her mouth as he tugged at the belt of her wrap. He pulled the edges apart, revealing her creamy loveliness to his hot gaze. "I want to ravage you. The thought of someone else having you drives me insane." 




Chastity Ch. 03 of 04



Rik had almost pulled Rahim chacha, the locksmith, out of his creaky bed when he visited his humble home next morning and showed him the wax impression of the key that Rina had brought back last night. Now he watched impatiently as the old man took a blank key and slowly and carefully filed it to match the profile of the impression.

"How does this look?" Rahim finally handed over the rough key to Rik who was fidgeting around in front of him.

"Will this open the lock?"

"Not immediately. We need to to actually put it in the lock, keep trying and making small changes until the levers finally match up."

"So please let us go out to our flat and do that right now."

Rina's back was aching! She was sprawled on the bed, on her back, with her legs spread out and dangling over the edge. She was naked, of course, but for the belt at her crotch and Rahim was sitting on the floor, between her legs and trying to force the lock with the makeshift key. She had tried to retain her blouse and bra, and a modicum of modesty, but after an hour of futile struggle, the humid, stuffiness of the hot afternoon had made her shed that residual coyness by taking them off as well. A thin patina of sweat gleamed on the chocolate swell of her chocolate breasts and the wrinkled disc of her aureola.

Rik and Rina had almost given up hope when with quiet 'click' the lock opened and the sheet covering her vagina fell out!

"Got it!" shouted Rahim and Rik jumped up in joy! Rina scrambled out of the bed and tossed away the belt and started rubbing her crotch and thighs! Then she suddenly leaned forward and kissed the bearded Muslim locksmith on his mouth! 

"But now I want my payment in kind." The old man was grinning from ear to ear. "Never have I unlocked such a treasure as this."

"It is all your's Chacha, go ahead." She leaned forward, grabbed his head and placed it between her thighs and immediately felt the coarse, hot tongue of the hungry old man licking her cunt. After the initial excitement of freedom and cunt sucking, Rina went off to make some tea while Rahim, professional as ever, relocked, opened and relocked the belt a number of times to make sure that no one would ever know that now Rina was again the mistress of her own chastity!

Rina had the ten thousand rupees that Mohammad had given her for the tiger penis that was supposed to be delivered to her and she gave half of it to Rahim, something that she would regret later, and the locksmith went home as a very happy man. Now it was time for mother and son to celebrate their new found freedom!

"Yippee ...." screamed Rik as soon as the door had closed behind Rahim and jumped on his mother, pinning her to the bed. She had not put on any clothes yet and she savored her son's hand as they roamed over her naked body, fondling her breasts, tweaking her nipples and more importantly, squeezing her pubic mound, twirling her bush and teasing the folds of her vagina. Somewhere along the line, his pants had dropped off and his penis, now hard, erect and throbbing was rubbing against her cunt. Danger! A warning went off in her mind.

"Kiddo, listen. I have something important to tell you."

"I know the Lakhsman Rekha Ma, the line that I must not cross, Don't worry, my penis will not penetrate your cunt."

"No listen, it is something more important than that."

"What?"

"Listen carefully and understand what I am staying."

"I am all ears, even though my mind seems to be on your naked body."

"Look, this Mohammad will never be able to put a child in my belly."

"You would know best."

"But that means that we will never be free of him."

"So you want someone else to do that ... without him knowing about it."

"Yes."

"Who do you have in mind?"

"Would you do it?"

"What?" Rik jumped. "You want your own son to put another child in your belly?"

"Who else can I ask without people getting to know."

"I am sure that are many who would love to sleep with you."

"But why would I want to sleep with them?" Rina's voice was down to a whisper.

"Why not?"

"I have always been sleeping with men as a matter of necessity and never out of choice."

"You choose to sleep with me? Your son?"

"Yes, if it is OK with the boy, the kid, who is the light of my life, who has been my one and only true friend and lover all these years."

"Ma, I am touched ... I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything, just lie in my arms and let us plan an escape from this hell."

"Tell me Ma, tell me what should I do?"

"We have time until my next visit to Mohammad. To think through all this."

"What will people say, if you bear my child?"

"Does anybody ever say good things about us? And who would know anyway?"

"So do we start right away?" grinned Rik. "Just wave the green flag and my prick shall be buried inside your cunt."

"Wait!"

"Aw, do not be a spoilsport."

"I am not, but believe me kiddo, this is the first time in my 35 years that I am about to be fucked by, to make love to someone whom I really love -- not a customer but a friend, a boyfriend, my lover, the husband that I never had." There was a hint of melancholy in her voice. Rik noticed a tiny tear forming at the corner of her large, limpid eye.

"Don't cry Ma," Rik wiped the tear away with his finger. His libido was giving way to a feeling of love. "I will be your lover, your husband, just as you want it to be."

"Then I don't want to make love to you without getting married to you!"

"Marriage? You mean a legal and social ceremony? Where we invite people."

"No, no, no -- this is just between us and the God that looks over us."

"You mean we will go to temple and go through the religious ceremonies?"

"No, I do not believe in such ceremonies but I do believe in that omnipotent, omnipresent transcendence that guides our destiny."

"I do not understand what do you mean."

"Leave it to me, I know what I am doing."

"But why? Why go through all this hassle?"

"You would not understand it, or perhaps you will. It is about legitimacy."

"Of what? our relationship? it will always be illegitimate in the eyes of the world."

"No kid, it is about the legitimacy of the child that you will father."

"Father?"

"Look, you are my most wonderful son but you do not have a father."

"Someone must have impregnated you."

"Of course, and it must have been someone very nice as otherwise you would never have been as good as you are, but whoever he was, he has never staked his claim on you, never owned up to his relationship with you."

"But I would not be like that ..."

"I know but it would be wonderful if we could formalize our relationship and more importantly your's with your child in the presence of the Lord Narayana and Agni, the Lord of Fire -- as is the case in all Hindu marriages.

"If you want we can also have a civil marriage."

"If possible, why not, but that may take some time and we do not have too much of that. God is in our heart and in the palm of our hand."

"So what do we do now?"

"Wait for an auspicious day?" Rina was grinning but Rik failed to notice the thin stream of blood that was oozing out of his mother's slit. "I will tell you when I am ready for you."

The next few days were humdrum and mundane except that Rina made Rik sleep in the drawing room because, as she jokingly remarked, she did not believe in premarital sex! If Rik had been fidgety about this, he hid it very well in his immersion in a series of events at his college.

A week later, on an auspicious Tuesday, Rina told Rik that she was at last ready.

"Ma, why don't you get a bridal makeover at a beauty parlor?"

"That will draw people's attention to us and that would not be a good idea."

That evening, after a quick bath, mother and son walked down to the famous Firinghee Kali temple and quietly offered their prayers in front of the idol. While the Brahmin priest chanted prayers, Rina and Rik held the basket of offerings together in their hands, with Rik standing behind his mother with his arms going around her. The priest was taking his time and with Rik's face buried in the fragrant, tresses of her luxuriant hair, Rina suddenly felt her son's erection pressing into the crack of her butt.  

"Not yet, you naughty boy." She hissed.

"But soon enough, sweet lady." He smiled.

Once back in the privacy of their tiny, top floor flat, Rina told Rik to get dressed in a new sherwani suit that she had bought for him and disappeared into the bedroom. For Rik, it was an agonizing one hour, before she emerged but what he saw took Rik's breath away! Gone was the bar singer that he had known as his mother and in her place was a sultry, smoldering, super model who seemed to have just got off the ramp. She was wearing only cream colored silk saree with a rich, red intricately decorated border but no blouse! The anchal (or pallu ) of that sari was covering her head of abundant jet black hair that she had deliberately left loose to cascade over her otherwise naked breasts. Her lips were an electric blue that matched the kaajal with which she had drawn out her already large, liquid eyes but the stunner was the intricate pattern of design that she had made with white sandal paste on her dusky cheeks and forehead. Evidently she had taken a lot of trouble to make herself as attractive to her would be "husband" and Rik needed no urging to fall at her feet, hug her around her knees and then hold her beautifully manicured hand in his own.

Rina pulled Rik to his feet and then together they lit a big, fat, fragrant candle in the middle of the room -- a stand-in for the fire pit that would have normally held the sacrificial fire. Rina handed Rik a tiny container of vermilion ("sindoor") that Rik gently placed in the parting of his mother's hair, as the traditional Hindu symbol of their new relationship. Then hand in hand they walked seven times around the fire, to solemnize their relationship with the fire as the witness to their union. Finally, the two of them took a few grains of parched rice ("khoi") and burnt it in the flame to symbolize the dissolution of any inhibition or coyness about the impending physical intimacy. 

Rik and Rina now locked lips, kissed each other deeply and entered their bedroom. Rina had covered their old bed with a brilliant new bed sheet that was covered with a thick layer of rose petals. No words were spoken, none were needed as mother and son, now wife and husband, undressed each other until both were as nature had intended to be! Rik led Rina to the bed of rose petals and placed her on her back and then after parting her legs, she climbed on top of her and lowered his lips on hers. His hands were fondling her breasts, her nipples and he felt her hands on her erect penis. She was stroking his shaft and fondling his balls and then she placed the big bulbous head of his thick and hard shaft at the mouth of her vagina.

Rik felt the pressure on his prick as he pressed down into his mother's cunt. It was the first time he was actually penetrating a woman and he was obviously unsure of how much pressure to apply but Rina, experienced as she was, grabbed his buttocks pulled him in while simultaneously thrusting upwards with her pelvis. With a grunt of pleasure, Rik found himself embedded in his mother's cunt and then he started to move, thrusting in and out, in and out. His hands were now clenched in his mother's hair, his lips were rubbing on hers while his tongue lashed her cheeks, her. The red of the vermilion on her forehead, the white of the sandalwood paste on her cheeks and the sweat and spittle had all got mixed together into a ruddy paste that was smeared across their faces. He felt her breasts pressed on his chest and the walls of her vagina gripped his shaft as he pounded her with the remorselessness of a steam engine pulling a train up a hill! She gave a moan of pleasure as the plunging of his cock started wringing the juices of her cunt and she heard the grunt and thud of her son's naked body as it crashed into her own. It seemed like hours but perhaps it was only minutes before a shiver of excitement rippled through Rina's body and as she thrashed around in pure pleasure she heard Rik groaning and gurgling her name as his thrusts became more and more frantic. Finally, both of them coincidentally and deliciously reached their peak of ecstasy together and Rina screamed in pleasure as Rik squirted what seemed like gallons of cum into the innards of her vagina!

"How was that Ma?" Mother and son were lying in bed, still naked of course, with Rina cradled on his son's arm.

"That was the best possible fuck that I have ever had kid. You were simply marvelous."

"You must be kidding. You must have had much more accomplished lovers in the past."

"I have had very accomplished fuckers but none of them were my lovers ... except now you."

"But what about the sex?"

"Kid, sex for them was work for me, not for my pleasure but only now I have found someone for whom sex is a matter of fun and passion, something that I am looking forward to ..."

She did not have to look forward much further because his son was on her again, squeezing and fondling, kissing and licking, poking and prodding and then with a deft flip she was on top, sitting on his crotch with his shaft embedded in her cunt as she rode him -- bobbing up and down, as he thrust again and again into her. Her boobs were dancing in front of his face, his hands wringing them in his palms, his thumbs bruising her nipples as she bent over backwards, her head jerking with pleasure, her long hair flying around in a halo around her face, glistening with sweat. Once again he felt a volcano of pleasure erupting out of his crotch and Rik heard his mother scream with pleasure as his cum sprayed into her once again. And again, and again, and again ... throughout the night and the next night and the next .... until one morning

"Kid, I think you have hit a six and scored a goal!"

"You mean ..."

"I was feeling nauseous in the morning."

"You are pregnant."

"I think so."

"Then we would be done with all this."

"No, I have to go back to Mohammad again and convince him that this is his child."

................

Mohammad was pleased as punch. Not only had he successfully overcome his murderous business problems that had plagued his last encounter with Rina but this time she had brought her that all important aphrodisiac in a little plastic container that had had with milk last night. The impact was instantaneous, or so he thought.

Rina had encouraged her to believe in his own enhanced potency, lovingly sucked and tended his fragile erection and had unleashed such a frenzy of passionate sex that Mohammad was convinced that there was now a real tiger lurking in his loins. Each time, Rina had faked such a thunderous orgasm that Mohammad was firmly convinced that he was filling her with a flood of his sperms! He had not pushed his luck beyond two encounters last night and after one more early morning session he was lying in bed with Rina waiting for Buddhu to serve the breakfast.

"This is a lovely place that you have here Boss, is this close to the river bank?"

"Yes, how did you guess that?"

"I heard the ship sirens and I can see that chimney of a power plant out of the window."

"So where do you think we are?"

"We should be near the Southern Generating Station of CESC in Garden Reach."

"You are right."

"Which means that we are just across from river from the Botanical Gardens."

"Were it not for that abandoned shed, we should have been able to see it from this window."

"Is that so close? I had once been to the Garden when I was a child ... there is a huge banyan tree there."

"Oh is it?" Mohammad was obviously oblivious to such matters of general interest. "Actually, you get a wonderful view of the Calcutta skyline from the west bank of the river there."

"Perhaps, you will take me there someday, when we are done with all this ..." Rina was exploring a faint possibility.

"We can go right now if you want." Had he taken the bait?

"Now? But pushing through all that traffic will eat into our precious love and fuck time."

"Traffic is for the common man, for us there is something else?"

"You mean a boat? A steamer? That would be lovely!"

"No sweetie, there is another way but ... wait till evening and I will show you." Rina knew that she had hit the jackpot!

The rest of the day was spent in professional fucking! Every four hours, Mohammad would take a pinch of the 'aphrodisiac' and egged on by Rina would proceed to fuck her with military precision in the missionary position. She had warned him that her periods were due the day after and were she to bleed tomorrow, it would mean that they would have to go through this tiresome cycle once again, next month! Each time, Rina went through the charade of a screaming, shuddering orgasm and convinced Mohammad that he was flooding her cunt with his potent semen even though she knew better than anyone else that his ejaculation would not have been more than a tiny spoonful! Without this her innards would have been rubbed raw by a prolonged and pointless penetration. By evening, even Mohammad had had enough and was looking for something other than his raw dick to demonstrate his machismo with.

Guns! 

The sun had just set and Rina had finally 'permitted' Mohammad to pour himself a stiff peg of cheap Indian whiskey. The two of them, still stark naked, as they had been throughout the day, were lounging in the living room smoking cigarettes, when Rina brought up the topic of a visit to the Botanical Gardens.

"Right, but we will go there only after dark when the Garden is closed to visitors."

"You would not want anyone to see us, is it?"

"Of course, and we need to be on our guard, in case we run into my enemies."

"How?"

Mohammad led Rina into an inner room and opened a cupboard.

"This is an armory." Rina exclaimed, looking at the array of guns stacked inside.

"If unleashed, we could take down the whole of the Calcutta Police with this." 

Mohammad pulled out a pair of big, beefy looking Smith & Wesson revolvers. Both were loaded and he spun the cylinders to make sure that they were moving well. "I can shoot equally well with both hands, like Arjuna," he boasted.

"Boss, you look like Superman," said Rina, and then thought to herself, "if only your cock was as powerful as these guns!"

"I will carry these with me tonight, when we go to the Gardens, you never know whom you run into at night."

"Can I carry one as well?" pleaded Rina.

"Sure, take this," he pulled out an ultra light, Glock 33 subcompact pistol and handed it to her.

"This is really light," Rina fingered it gingerly. "Just about half a kilo I suppose."

"Get dressed, time to move."

Mohammad led Rina to the kitchen and opened the secret door, that Buddhu had shown her in the past, and after lighting a torch, the two of them climbed down into the darkness.

"There is a tunnel under the river that the electricity company had made way back in the 1930s for carrying cables to Howrah and it is still in use."

"But why does it start from this house? Is this company property?"

"No it is not, but one of predecessors, whom I had to kill to get this house, had created an additional tunnel that links this house to the main company tunnel."

"And the company knows nothing about it?"

"This tunnel is hidden and well camouflaged behind some rusty and obsolete equipments that no one has bothered about for ages."

The stairs led to a small room with a door that was bolted.

"Shouldn't you keep this locked? To keep out enemies ..."

"But then we may get stuck if we need to escape, which is the primary reason for this tunnel."

Mohammad opened the bolt and after checking that the coast was clear, they entered the tunnel.




Chastity Ch. 03 of 04



It was a circular tunnel, nearly six feet high with cables running along the walls. It was dimly lit with bulbs set in the roof and there was a little trickle of water along the floor.

"Are we under the river already?"

"Not yet, but come," he grabbed her hand and led her forward, "we will soon be."

The tunnel would have been a little less than half a mile long but in the damp, darkness it took them nearly half an hour to traverse.

"How deep under the water are we?" Rina asked when they had stopped for a short break.

"Very deep, perhaps 80 or 90 feet"

As they neared the other bank, the tunnel slowly inclined upward but before they reached the end Mohammad pointed out a very narrow recessed alcove that was hidden behind some ancient and abandoned machinery. They squeezed through this and once again found a steep staircase that led upward -- nearly 200 steps -- and finally ended at another bolted door. On pushing it open the two of them found themselves on the top floor of a ruined house with a broken roof that was open to the sky!

It was well past sunset and stars were beginning to fill the rapidly darkening sky. In front of them was the Hooghly river and beyond it, the twinkling lights of the Calcutta skyline.

"Where are we?"

"We are in an ancient abandoned house inside the Botanical Gardens that no one dares to approach because of the fear of ghosts and evil spirits."

"Can we go down into the garden?"

"I have broken the stairs so that no one can come up here but there is a rope ladder hidden under this rock that we can use to go down and come up later."

"So even though this is right in the middle of the garden, our privacy is complete," grinned Rina.

"Yes," said Mohammad, and then he caught on about Rina's grin. "We can have the last grand fuck of the day, right here, under the stars."

"Let us wait for the moon to rise, should not be too long, we have just gone past the full moon."

"OK, but I want to see you naked in the starlight."

"Sure, I will keep the gun and you must teach me how to use it."

Within minutes, the two of them had shed their clothes and face each other, stark naked except for the guns in their hands. Mohammad had his pair of revolvers and Rina had his tiny Glock pistol. For the first time since the morning, a genuine shiver of excitement rippled through Rina's body and she found that even without any man touching her, the juices in her vagina had begun to flow on their own -- such was the power and potency of a loaded gun! Mohammad showed her how to load and unload the magazine, set the safety cock on or off and finally how to steady one hand with the other for the actual shot. Finally after mastering all the steps, Rina wanted to shoot a round!

"I will allow you to shoot only after I have shot my load into you." Mohammad pounced on Rina and wrestled her to the ground. The ground was rough and hard on her naked back and buttocks but Rina was being transported into a different alien and primal world and after a little struggle, the big, beefy thug finally managed to get his penis hard enough to just about push it into Rina's hole. Rina could not care less. For her, what mattered was, not the prick in her cunt but the gun in her hand! The gun was a piece by itself and simply having it in her hand sent a ripple of pleasure coursing through her body and up her cunt. Now she knew why gun owners thought that they belonged to a different planet or a different species. That a piece of cold, deadly steel could light such a fire below her belly was something that she could never have thought of had it not actually been in her hand. 

Being far away from the city lights, the sky above was as black as velvet and the stars were twinkling pinpoints forming beautiful patterns on their own. For a moment her mind drifted away from the prodding in her cunt to the majesty of Orion blazing in the sky. Next to the fabled hunter and his dog, Sirius, Rina recognized the Gemini twins, Mithuna in Bengali representing, coincidentally, the act of sex in the sky. In the distance, the skyline of the city of Calcutta glowed on the horizon. There was a light breeze coming off the river and as it washed over her naked body, it gave her the goosebumps and she shuddered. She was in the middle of the Botanical Gardens and yet isolated in a world of private darkness -- it was the kind of fuck that she had never had before because the gun in her hand was the ultimate symbol of potent masculinity that was testing the charged sexuality of her Shakti -- the power of the divine feminine. She had a fleeting thought of freedom but it vanished in a flood of pragmatism even before it had formed itself fully and before she knew it, Mohammad had finished dribbling his little fluids into her!

"Now you can shoot that gun."

"What if someone hears us? and comes running?"

"There is no one in this garden after dusk and the place is so large that even if someone were around, he would never find us."

Rina grabbed her right wrist with her left hand, just as Mohammad had taught her and pulled the trigger. 

CRACK ... the shot rang out and the bullet sped out across the water and was lost in the darkness.

"No point in leaving any trace behind." Mohammad picked up the spent cartridge shell and the two of them let themselves in the through the door and crossed back to the Calcutta side of the river.

...............................................

The confirmation of Rina's pregnancy was the next big news and things were slowly falling into place. When Rina called him and gave him the big news, Mohammad had immediately had a big gold coin sent across to her to show his joy. But the big challenge that faced Rik and Rina were now discussing, while having breakfast in the morning, was how to break the news, and the visual evidence, of her pregnancy to people in the neighborhood!

"Perhaps you should go away somewhere else and come back after the child is born."

and then the phone that Mohammad had given to Rina started to ring, but the number that was flashing on the screen was an unknown number!



Chastity Ch. 03



He slid down her body, and yanked her knees apart, kneeling between them. A blush warmed her cheeks as he took his time inspecting her, taking in the tight pink nipples crowning the gentles swells of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hips, the blonde wisps between her spread legs. His fingers found and stroked the dewy heat between her thighs before his head lowered. 

"Draven," she gasped, her head falling back onto the coverlet as his tongue licked the length of her slit in one devastating stroke. A gush of warmth escaped her. She felt as though she was going to burst and he had barely touched her. 

His tongue flicked back and forth over her needy spot, and she arched, eddies of heat bursting between her thighs. She cried out, her fingers sinking into his hair. 

He was relentless. His tongue delved down, lapping at her dew before surging up into her clenching channel. His hands held her twisting, bucking thighs as his mouth teased and tormented her. His attention returned to her aching bud, his fingers sliding into her tight sheath and forcing whimpers and moans from her until she was begging for mercy.

No knowing what to hold on to, she cupped her aching breasts, their pink tips tight with need. His eyes glinted their approval as she unconsciously teased herself. 

"Don't...Don't think I'm going to forgive you just because you're really good at that," she gasped, just before she came. 

She lay on the bed in a limp, flushed heap, her boneless arms and legs akimbo. 

He rolled onto his back, taking her with him so that she lay squirming on top of him. The thick, pulsing hardness, the evidence of his need, dug in to her belly. 

He guided her legs on either side of him, and lifted her so that she straddled him. Pleased at the thought of more play, she tugged at his shirt, uncaring that she ripped the buttons. His hands loosened the ties of his breeches where they strained over the hard ridge of his shaft, freeing himself. 

His hands on her bottom guided her over him. She moaned as she sunk down the delicious thick length of him, feeling him stretch her around his unyielding invasion. "Draven," she whimpered, her back arching. She felt swollen and extremely sensitive. 

"What will it take to forgive me?" His hands molded the small thrust of her breasts in his large, tanned hands. 

"I don't know," she gasped out, easing up and down on him. "This...this is a start." 

His hands slid down to her hips, coaxing her to take him deeper, until she forgot everything but the feel of him inside her, joining her body to his in the most intimate of unions. 

His hips surged up off the bed, his body pistoning into her welcoming heat. Her nails dug into the muscles of his chest, her body on fire. Quivers raced down her straining thighs. 

She cried out when he rolled her over beneath him. He caught her hands, dragging them over her head. Her thighs clutched at his hips, her ankles hooking behind his back.

She arched beneath his conquering thrusts, rising up to meet him. He was wild and fierce, his body glistening with the intensity of his desire. 

On and on it went, a fierce, driving possession that turned her into a shameless wanton. She struggled against him, not wanting to cede to his dominance as he took her with ceaseless determination. She tried to roll him over, to ride him again, but each time he pushed her firmly onto her back onto the bed. Then it was too late, her climax sweeping over her, making her cry out. 

Her body clutched at his, milking his shaft with the strength of her orgasm. His cries matched her as he surged impossibly deep, until with a roar he spilled himself hotly inside her. 

His warm, heavy length pinned her to the bed, but she didn't care. After a while, he rolled off her, onto his side. His hand caught hers, holding it nestled between her breasts. His other arm slipped beneath her head, cradling her against his body. 

"You're mine, princess. I'll find those responsible for kidnapping you, and kill them myself." 

"I know there is something wrong with that statement," she smiled sleepily, her arm reaching up to draw his head down, her lips brushing against his. "But right now I'm not sure I care. So long as there was no mention of a 'dungeon' and 'for you own safety'." She shifted, turning toward him and rubbing her face against his chest. It was mere moments before she fell asleep. 

Draven stared down at the enchantress in his arms, wondering just how big a fool he was to only now realize he was irrevocably in love with his unpredictable, spirited and naive little princess. And wonder how he was going to protect her, and his heart, from the faceless enemies willing to hurt her to get to him.



Chastity Ch. 04 of 04



Rina was rather hesitant to pick up the phone from the unknown caller but after a number of persistent rings she had no choice but to pick it up anyway.

"Hello." she whispered.

"Is that Mohammad's whore?" a rough voice almost barked at her. She did not reply.

"We know that you are carrying that bastard's child." Again she kept quiet.

"Look, you slut, if you do not abort that child, then we will come and rip it out of your belly."

"His father will certainly not allow that happen." At last she found her voice.

"That bastard might try to protect his bastard, but do you think he will let you go after you deliver." Rina was stunned at this new thought! She had been looking forward to her escape.

"He will slit your throat once he gets what he wants .. "

"So what should I do?"

"Abort that bastard in your belly and run for your life."

"Nooooooo ..." screamed Rina but the line had got disconnected by then.

Rik who had been listening in on the conversation was just as stunned as his mother. They simply did not know what to do next? Should they call Mohammad? Should they flee? Should they simply ignore the call? The various options kept dancing around them. Finally, Rina decided that it would be best to call up and inform Mohammad.

Mohammad threw a tantrum and cursed her roundly. "How on earth does anyone get to know about our child, you bitch?" he thundered, coolly forgetting that drunken orgy that he had had in the recent past where his tongue had been rather slippery. Another whore with whom he had been trying out his Tiger Penis had put two and two together to get a hazy picture of the situation and had passed this on to Mohammad's brother and arch rival, Akbar, who had his eyes on the Mohammad's crime business in the city.

But after all that tongue lashing, Mohammad felt a pang of remorse or perhaps it was his concern for who he believed was his child. He agreed to pick Rina right away and bring her into the protection of his secret love nest.

Rina arrived at Garden Reach in just the clothes that she had been wearing - denim jeans, and a light jacket that she had thrown over the tight T-shirt to hide her big breasts that were otherwise too evident! In her duffel bag, she had barely managed to stuff in a single salwar-kameez suit and a box of cosmetics plus the pill for her morning sickness that the doctor had prescribed.

The moment she stepped into the house, Rina realised that the picnic was over. The atmosphere was tense and Mohammad was in no mood for any kind of fun and frolic. Instead he was making calls to his henchmen trying to figure out who all knew what about their movements.

"Can you call in some of your friends to protect us?" Rina asked.

"In this business, no one is your friend except these that we have in the cupboard!" He pulled out the guns giving one to Buddhu and keeping the two heavy revolvers for himself.

"What about mine?" Rina asked.

"You can think you can tackle a thug? Murder someone in cold blood?" Mohammad joked.

"Better to have it, than not." Rina persisted.

"Ok, take that little Glock that you have already learnt to use," tossing it to her. Then they sat down and switched on the TV.

They came for Rik just as he was returning from college. He had barely got off the bus on the main road and was just about to turn into their alley when a Maruti Omni -- a favourite with kidnappers because of the sliding doors -- braked next to him. Before he could realise anything , a burly man got out, grabbed him by his hand and collar, pushed him into the back seat and jumped in behind him. It could not have taken more than 30 seconds and before anyone on the road, and there was hardly anyone who had noticed the abduction, could raise an alarm, the car sped away. Rik tried to resist but with two big men sitting on him and his face pressed hard against the floor there was little that he could do!

The car sped through the city and came to stop inside an abandoned warehouse on the banks of the Hooghly river. Rik was pulled out the car and before he knew anything he was on the ground and hard blows and kicks were raining on him. Finally, after he had been softened up, the leader of the gang started asking him questions.

"Where is that whore Rina?"

"Sir, I don't know."

"You don't know where your mother is, you mother-fucker." Another tight slap landed on his cheek.

"He is with Mohammad."

"And where are they?"

"Believe me, I don't know."

The hammering continued as Rik desperately tried to protect his mother's location even though he knew it from Google Maps!

"Boss, we need to up the stakes ..."

"Ok, get Rahim here." Rik's insides froze. If they knew Rahim then they would know much more and that would place his mother at even greater risk from both parties. But what could he do?

He watched in horror as the old locksmith was dragged into the room and thrown on the floor.

"We know that he opened that chastity belt for your mother."

"Which means we also know that her child belongs to someone else."

"Pardon me, Rik bhai," cried the locksmith, "if only I had kept quiet in the bar ..." but his voice was choked off with a kick on his face.

"You see that we know all. Just tell us where that whore is."

"I don't know, please," begged Rik.

"Then we will kill you, just as we kill this skunk," and before Rik could blink an eye, the gangster had pumped a single bullet into the locksmiths's head, killing him instantly. Rik was shocked beyond words by this terrible brutality that happened in front him.

"Now you see ... that we mean business. Will you or will you not tell us where your mother is"

Rik realised that resistance was futile. If he did not talk, they would kill him just as they had killed Rahim and even that might not save his mother.

"Ok, this is the address where Mohammad and my mother are ..." and told them about the house in Garden Reach.

"Good, now if you want to live, get the fuck out of this city and don't ever show your face here." The thugs jumped into the car and sped away.

What should he do? Rik wondered. Obviously he should warn his mother but then he was stuck here with a dead man and he could get involved with this murder as well. First things is do not leave tracks, physical or digital. He could see Rahim's cellphone lying on the ground and he used his handkerchief to pick it and dialled on the phone that Mohammad had given to his mother. Rapidly he explained all that had happened and told her that he was planning to flee the city.

"Ok, meet me at Santragachi," whispered Rina, mentioning a small but extremely busy railway station, and cut the line.

Rik carefully cleaned Rahim's phone of his fingerprints and quickly left the warehouse, heading back to their flat to collect a few belongings.

Back in Garden Reach, Rina warned Mohammad, "Boss, I think your brother is on his way here."

"How do you know?" he asked and Rina quickly told him about the incident but cleverly left out the locksmith connection. "They beat the information out of him."

"How did he know about this address?"

"I told him about the power station and the river so he must have given them a general idea," Rina was deliberately vague, "But I am so worried about the poor boy." She changed the topic. "I hope he is not too badly injured."

"Ok, time to call in my troops." Mohammad muttered to himself and started making phone calls.

"I hope they reach this building before your brother does."

But that was not to be!

Armed with the precise information that Rik had provided, Akbar and his two henchmen hit their hideout within the next hour itself, when Mohammad's reinforcements were still a couple of miles away.

After breaking down the front door with a well placed explosive bomb, the first thug charged in and was immediately killed by a lethal burst of fire from Buddhu. But Buddhu did not last long either as Akbar and his henchman let loose a literal firehose of bullets that cut him down in no time. Within the house it was room to room fighting as Mohammad and Rina dodged the attackers and finally managed to barricade themselves into one room while Akbar and his thug held the door.

"Quickly," Mohammad told Rina, "we must go the roof." He climbed out of the window and without waiting for Rina, ran along the cornice jumped onto the terrace. Rina shoved the Glock into her jacket and followed her albeit slowly. Akbar and his man had also reached the terrace and this is where Rina realised what a terrific fighter Mohammad was. Not only did he reach the roof a second earlier but in that split second, both his guns were out and blazing, one from each hand and the two men were cut down before they could get off another shot! Akbar was still alive but his man seemed dead, but Mohammad was taking no chances. With both guns drawn he walked closer to where the two men had fallen.

"You son of a bitch, Akbar, now I will kill you." Thundered Mohammad.

"But let me tell you one thing before I die," Akbar knew he had no escape, and yet he wanted to inflict that last damage.

"What? You mother-fucker?"

"If you think that you have a son," he croaked, "then you are wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"Your fancy chastity belt was opened by Rahim the locksmith and that whore is carrying someone else's child. You are as impotent as a mule."

"Noooooo ..." screamed Mohammad and emptied the bullets of his revolver into his brother .. and then he turned around.

Rina was standing behind him, her left hand gripping the wrist of the right which held the Glock pointing, just as Mohammad had taught her, straight at his heart.

"You bitch, you betrayed me .. You will die." Mohammad pressed the triggers of both his guns but there were no bullets left in any one of them.

"Live and let die!" whispered Rina to herself and pulled the trigger on her gun, once, twice and then as Mohammad fell on the ground, cooly walked across, stooped over him and put a third bullet through his head.

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The Santragchi Digha EMU local of the South Eastern Railway had departed on time and now, at around a quarter to ten in the night, it was approaching Digha. Not being a weekend, there were not too many people going to the popular sea-side resort, near Calcutta but nevertheless there were quite a few people in the compartment and so neither Rik, nor Rina could speak much even though they had so much to talk about! 

Rina had reached Santragachi first, after crossing the river through the tunnel but daylight was fading in the early November evening. She thought of calling Rik to find out where he was but decided against using the phone -- after all, who knows which phone was being tracked. After hanging around on the platform for a while she had ducked into the ladies toilet, not so much as to pee but more to catch her breath after that dash through the tunnel, then down the rope into the garden, out of the gates that were closing at dusk and then the long walk to the station. A tall girl in a jeans and T-shirt with a backpack on her back and a duffel back in her hand would have stood out in the crowd but she had managed to mingle with a group of college girls who had fortuitously come to the garden for some academic project. But once in the station, she was sticking out like a sore thumb. 

So in the privacy of the toilet, she had changed into the traditional salwar-kameez suit with the pallu tied around her head and almost covering her face but none could have guessed that stuck into her pajama's or rather in her panties was a lethal Glock pistol that she might have to use again if required. When she emerged with the bag on her shoulder she seemed no different from the hundreds of people who were passing through the station. It was almost six o'clock when she spied Rik crossing the tracks and walked along the platform so that their passed crossed. He too was looking out for her and they quickly made eye contact before going to stand in front of the tea stall. Each ordered a cup of tea separately but as they stood sipping it Rina whispered, "Mohammad is dead, so is Akbar."

"What next?"

"There is a train for Digha leaving at 6:15. We will board it at the last minute. Keep separate and watch out for people following us."

Rina placed the backpack on the ground and Rik, after scanning for anyone who might be watching them, picked it and slung it on his shoulder. Then they separated again, one standing at a book stall while the other sat on a bench. Both of them were looking out for suspicious strangers but fortunately there was no such person on the platform or the station -- everyone seemed to be a genuine passenger, trying to head his or her own way.

Just as the train was about to start, the two of them edged up to the train and as it started to pull out, first Rina and then Rik got boarded in two different compartments. They moved along the train, pushing through the crowd, passing through the vestibule connectors watching for anyone who may have been following them but fortunately, there was none. Finally, they found an empty compartment and sat down facing each other -- so that each could watch the other's back.

It was an hour to Panskura where the train reversed itself, left the main track and took the spur that brought them to Digha. Most of the local commuters had disembarked at intermediate stations and only a handful of locals plus a few tourists were left when the train finally entered Digha. It was the last train of the day and most of the shops in the station were closed but there were a few rickshaws still waiting for the casual tourist. Rik and Rina had a quick dinner of noodles and and egg roll each at one shop that was still open and then hired a rickshaw.

The rickshaw puller took one look at them and decided that they must be illicit lovers looking for quiet tryst with adultery!

"Do you have a booking in any hotel?" 

"No, can you help us find one."

"Near the beach? Or ..."

"A little in the interior, please, a little private." Now he was sure of his guess. Family types always preferred the beach. He started pedalling furiously towards the hotel that would give him the maximum commission for bringing in a tourist in this off-season.

"Ma," Rik whispered, "we will need an identity proof to check into a hotel. Police regulations."

Rina took the backpack and rifled through its contents. Then he pulled out a Drivers License in the name of one G Choubey and gave it to Rik. "Use that."

"What about you?"

"In hotels like these, women are simply identified as Ms so-and-so, they would not bother," she whispered.

"Where did you get this?"

"And here is the cash." She handed over two Rs 500 notes to Rik. "Without which they would not let us check-in."

Rina had stayed in such hotels in the past and was familiar with the way they operate. She hung back in the lobby as Rik went, paid in advance for two nights and checked themselves in.

They got a tiny room on the third floor but it had cable TV, an attached bath and a large bed with clean, white sheets and pillows. There was a verandah that opened out towards a grove of cashew trees and in the distance, they could hear the crash of the surf on the beach. Rik was dying to ask his mother about all that happened but she kept up the pretense of being his lover, which in a sense she was! by holding his hands and smiling coyly all the time. Finally, when the door was closed behind them did she finally drop her guard. 

But not quite.

"The room boy will come in a minute with drinking water. Ask for a mosquito repellent and then see if he can get a bottle of rum and some nuts and chips.

That did not prove too difficult and very soon the boy returned with a bottle of Old Monk XXX and two bottles of Pepsi. 

"Now you must tell me all that happened." Rik could not bear the suspense any longer and Rina finally told him about the fight at Mohammad's house and how she had finally killed the thug and escaped through the tunnel.

"But how did you get that driver's license and the cash?"

"Actually Mohammad had assembled all this into a getaway kit. He knew that if he had to flee, he would need not only guns but also these little things without which it is difficult to be on the run. He was a pretty well organised fellow."

"So you had the time to look through all this!"

"I was in hurry, but I thought that a little time spent in looking through the almirah would help. In any case, I had picked up the spent cartridges from my pistol ... had learnt it from Mohammad, not to leave them lying around for police to check."

"Let me see that pistol of yours."

"But first let us switch on the TV and see what the news has to say about us."

Sure enough, their incident was all over the TV channels but fortunately none of them mentioned anything about a missing or mystery woman! All channels were reporting that a gangland war had broken out in Garden Reach and five well known criminals were killed, most probably by each other. Five mugshots were moving across the frame.

"Hey that is Mohammad and Buddhu." exclaimed Rina.

"And that is Akbar and his two cronies," added Rik.

"This means that anybody who knows either of us by sight is dead! Great!" exclaimed Rina.

"Unfortunately, so is Rahim, the one who freed you."

"He would have been alive if had kept his mouth shut. We should not have given him all that cash. It turned his head."

"But this calls for some celebration."

"First I need to take a bath."

"You alone? Of the two of us ..." grinned Rik.

"Ok, young man."

It was a tiny bathroom but the geyser was effective and the water was hot. Mother and son stood under the shower and then soaped each other with great abandon. Rina stroked her son's penis while Rik squeezed his mother's breasts and both of them ran their fingers up and down each others butt crack, while the warm water drained away all the dirt, grime and tiredness from their highly refreshed bodies. Then they dried themselves and stood facing each other, naked as the the day they were born and at peace with each other.

"We do not have clothes to sleep in."

"We hardly have any clothes, so we might as well get into bed like this itself."

"But first pour me some of the Old Monk. I am dying for a drink."

"But even before that let me take a look at the Glock pistol of yours."

"Careful, make sure that the safety cock is on. It will be difficult to explain another shoot out here."

All three of them, the mother and the son and the deadly Glock pistol got into bed together and Rina made Rik tell her all that had happened at home while Rina in turn recounted, once again, the murderous fight that she had participated in, in Garden Reach.

"So that little practice with that pistol really paid off -- it saved your life and here we are."

"But that pistol taught me something else as well, something that is a little more naughty." She grinned.

"What!"

"A gun in your hand is a great boost to your confidence, your ego .. and if I may so, one's pleasure."

"I don't get you." Even though he thought he knew what she was referring to.

"I don't know about men, but for me it was the ultimate aphrodisiac."

"You were turned on by the gun?"

"I got an an orgasm with even a wimp like Mohammad, while we were fucking under the stars, in the Botanical Gardens."

"So let me fuck you once again, right now."

"I was waiting for you to say so, while you were jabbering and talking all this while."

In a moment the room exploded with feverish excitement! Both of them were already naked and Rik pounced on his mother and pressed her on her back on the bed. Rina coo-ed with pleasure, took the gun in her hands and started to rub the cold steel of the barrel against her pubic mound. Rik was by now rock hard and he roughly pushed the gun away and pressed his penis against her cunt. Rina's vagina was already moist and Rik pressed into her with hardly any resistance. Then he started to pump his prick into his mother's body as she started to moan gently and stiffened her body in pleasure. Rina's eyes were closed, her mouth was open in a silent scream and the gun in her hand was clenched tight. It was as if the pistol was being shoved into her cunt and the mere thought sent waves of pleasure rippling across her body. 




Chastity Ch. 04 of 04



Rik too was throbbing with pleasure and anticipation. Not only was his hard and stiff member ramming again and again into his mother's belly, his balls slapping against her butt, but he had grabbed his mother's hand and had turned the gun at her throat, then on her lips and was pushing it through her teeth into her mouth. Thankfully, the gun was safely cocked as otherwise this madness might have resulted in a meaningless accident ... but then once you have walked on the razor's edge, anything else is rather timid! Finally, after this deadly play with the gun, Rik's personal gun, not the Glock that he and his mother was wrestling with, went off in a rumble of grunts, groans, moans and pure ecstasy and Rina felt her innards being flooded once again with the familiar fluid of male pleasure.

They collapsed and lay in each other's arms for few minutes, to regain their breath and then Rik got up and lazily poured themselves another stiff peg each of the dark rum.

"So Ma, what next?" His voice was getting slurred with the rum.

"I am thinking about it." So was hers!

"When do we go back to Bowbazar again?"

"I am wondering whether we need to .."

"You have any other plan."

"I want to leave all that muck behind and start a new life, with the child, our child, who is on the way. I don't want him to go through all that you and I have gone together."

"I know but what do you want to do?"

"What if we start a hotel, say in Digha here, or somewhere nearby, in Shankarpur or Tajpur?"

"That would be wonderful, but can we do it?"

"I know people in the entertainment and hospitality business .. "

"But money, what about money? Where will we get that .."

"Well we will have to find that"

"Where shall we get it from?"

"Give me that backpack that you have been carrying all evening." Rina was grinning.

"What else have you got in that sack?" Rik was suddenly curious.

"Look." Rina put her hand in the bag and pulled out a small sack that was tied with a string. She opened the string and poured out ... a gleaming shower of gold coins! "That was Mohammad's insurance policy and now that he is dead, we are the beneficiaries." She whispered.

"Oh god, this is pure 24 carat gold, this must be worth lakhs."

"It was hidden along with the rest of his escape kit, with the guns .. and I just picked them up before escaping."

"And with everyone dead, there is none to claim it ... it is ours."

"It is ours and for our child."

Mother and son, gun and gold disappeared under the sheets. Tomorrow will be another day.

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P.S. The tunnel under the Hooghly River, that was used by Rina, does exist and is considered to be a masterpiece of early 20th century civil engineering. It was built by the electricity company to carry cables across the river.