****** The Black Hole of Calcutta by Jim Trent ******
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The Black Hole of Calcutta


All the usual disclaimers.

Almost everyone has heard of the Black Hole of Calcutta. In June of 1756, the
British fort at Calcutta was attacked by the local Indian monarch, Siraj-ud-
daula. Since most of the English there were administrators, bureaucrats,
shipping clerks, overage or disabled guards and other non-combatants, the fort
fell almost immediately. The British had superior weapons, such as the recently
introduced Brown Bess musket, several bronze cannon, and thick masonry walls,
but they did not have the will to use them.

The 146 men who surrendered expected to be treated reasonably well until their
families or the British government could ransom them. Instead, they were packed
into a single dungeon room just 15 feet by 18 feet with only one small window.
By morning, all but 23 men had died from suffocation, heat, and dehydration.
But they were all still standing. They were packed too tightly to even fall.

Almost everyone has heard of what happened to the men in the Black Hole of
Calcutta. But very few people know what happened to the wives, daughters, and
mistresses of the 146 men who surrendered.

Since the "fort" was more of an administrative center than a military center,
most of the Englishmen who lived there brought their families with them, or had
one or more native women in town. As soon as Siraj captured the fort, he herded
the families of the soldiers together and rounded up the native families of
those who lived in town. There were approximately 450 women and children
crowded into the center of the fort under the hot sun while Siraj's men
surrounded them with curved swords drawn.

After Siraj made sure the captured men were securely packed into the Black
Hole, he returned to where their families were being held. Siraj had a few of
his soldiers wade into the terrified group and pull one of the women out to
face him. Then they turned her to face the crowd and forced her to her knees.
Each guard held a wrist and elbow, locking the arm straight and forcing her
shoulders forward and downward, her body bending at the waist.

Siraj walked around and pulled her head up by the hair. He looked into her eyes
and smiled. Before anybody could react, Siraj drew his Tulwar (ornate curved
sword) and in one swift motion, cut off her head. It was a clean cut. Siraj had
practiced it often enough. The blood from her neck squirted several feet into
the now screaming crowd as Siraj held up the head by her hair for all to see.

Several translators shouted for the crowd to be quiet. When this did not work,
they grabbed several other women, held Kris knives (knives with wavy blades) to
their throats, and threatened to slit them unless everyone shut up. The crowd
slowly became quiet except for the crying of babies and quiet whimpering of the
others. They were told several times to do exactly what they were ordered to do
and to do it without a moment's hesitation. Anyone who disobeyed would lose
their heads just as quickly as the last woman did.

The babies were separated from their mothers and thrown into the fort's central
well. A few women refused to give them up and were killed on the spot. Children
old enough to work, both male and female, old women, and native Indians were
turned over to slavers to be sold. A little over 100 women from the age of 14
to the age of 30 remained in the center of the fort.

Siraj told them, through interpreters, to remove all their clothes. By now, the
rebellious among them had been killed. The remaining women quickly removed the
layers of clothes they wore and dropped them to the ground. Siraj walked among
them and looked at each of them for quite a long time. Occasionally, he would
squeeze a breast or a buttock. Even more rarely, he would slip a finger into a
cunt. He chose several dozen of the most attractive women. Attractive by Indian
standards. They invariably had well rounded tits, a narrow waist, and large
well rounded buttocks. Not skinny, not fat, but solidly built with curves in
all the right places.

The remaining women were turned over to his top officers, who also walked among
them and picked out a few. The lower ranking officers then had their turn, and
then even lower ranking officers, until there were no more women to be had.
Some of the officers took the women directly to their quarters and raped them,
but most had them cleaned and painted by household slaves before taking them to
bed.

Siraj had other plans. He did not intend to defile himself by spilling his seed
in foreign sluts. He turned them over to his harem administrators for training.
Each woman was assigned to several young male slaves who had already been
trained in the many positions of the Kama Sutra. Each woman was expected to
learn the positions and to be able to demonstrate them gracefully. Several of
the women died during training, some by accident and some by design.

One woman was not obedient enough on several occasions. As punishment, she was
hung from the ceiling of a dining hall that Siraj was using for a party. Her
arms were outstretched and her feet were about two feet above the ground. She
screamed at first, but soon became quiet as her arms became numb. After the
dinner was finished, Siraj called for his giant. Siraj collected human oddities
and had a young giant from the northern mountains who was nearly 7-1/2 feet
tall. His penis was similarly oversized. Artisans had formed a sharp brass
point to perfectly fit around the end of his giant penis. It was strapped to
his cock with leather laces that crisscrossed back to his balls.

Siraj clapped his hands and the giant stepped in front of her with a fully
erect, oversized penis capped with a brass point. Two other guards took the
woman's legs, lifted them to the horizontal, and spread them apart. The giant
placed the brass point between her cunt lips and slowly pressed inward. When
she felt the cold metal on her cunt lips, she opened her eyes. She shrieked
when she saw what was going to happen, even before the point drew blood. A few
minutes later the shriek got louder and her squirming became more desperate. He
drew blood. Over the next half hour, the giant repeatedly stroked inward and
outward, each time a little deeper than before, until his 15" cock was
completely buried, point first in her body.

The screaming never stopped. There was blood on his penis, his legs, and the
floor, but it was nothing like when he withdrew. The disobedient woman quickly
bled to death while the party continued. Siraj had her body carried back to the
remaining English women as an object lesson. It was dumped in the middle of
their training room and left there until it started stinking. It was an
effective object lesson.

Another woman was sacrificed in an experiment to find the number of orgasms a
woman could have. Siraj had Ben-Wa balls and a sex rocker from China. After
being fed an aphrodisiac, the woman was strapped face up into a framework that
rocked back and forth. The Ben-Wa balls were inserted into her cunt and slaves
took turns gently rocking the frame, and her, back and forth. Her first orgasm
came nearly a half-hour later. As the slaves continued rocking her, the
orgasm's started coming more often. After four hours of rocking, the orgasms
were coming almost continuously. The slaves continued rocking her. The sweat
streamed off her body. The orgasm's continued to come, but her reaction was
weakening. Eventually, she passed out. The slaves still continued rocking her.
Even unconscious, she had orgasms. Eventually, she died of exhaustion.
Unfortunately, the slaves lost count of the number of orgasms she had before
she died. Siraj had them beheaded. Siraj intended to try it again some time and
make sure that the slaves kept count.

Two women suffocated when they failed to learn to breathe between the strokes
of an erect penis that was shoved entirely down their throat. Another one
suffocated when one of the male slaves put his entire weight on her chest for
too long while practicing one of the more difficult positions in the Kama-
Sutra. Others were flogged for punishment. One was flogged so many times that
there were unsightly marks left on her body. The woman was turned over to the
common soldiers for continuous sex until she died. She even continued providing
sex for a few hours after she died. Several women dislocated their joints
trying to duplicate the more difficult positions in the Kama Sutra. One woman's
joints slipped out of their sockets too often and she too was turned over to
the soldiers.

After the survivors were trained well enough, Siraj used the women as
entertainment for his lavish dinner parties; as live sculptures on how to make
love. All a dinner guest had to do was point to a woman and call out a
position. The women would gracefully comply. If the guest wanted her to
demonstrate on him, she would even more gracefully comply since the guest had
not been trained and was usually drunk. Each woman went through several young,
muscular, native male slaves during a dinner party. Watching the dark skinned
men penetrating each of the pale skinned women's holes was always exciting and
aroused everyone at the dinners. By the end of the evening, the women were
dripping with cum. Then they would lick each other clean. It was great
entertainment.

It did not last long, though. The fort was recaptured by the British in January
of 1757. Siraj escaped with many of his soldiers. By then, all of the
Englishmen who had been originally captured were dead. The British soldiers who
recaptured the fort were surprised when several pale skinned women rushed out
to greet them in see-through harem clothes. They began hugging their
countrymen, kissing them, and then several laid down and spread their legs out
of force of habit. The General in charge was shocked.

There were barely 50 of the women left alive. Several were pregnant. Since
there were several positions in the Kama Sutra for pregnant women, they were
kept working the parties right along with their more barren sisters right up
until the moment they were freed. When the General sorted out what happened to
them, he gathered the women together and segregated them in a portion of the
fort away from his men. It did not work since there were no guards to guard the
guards. The guards took advantage of the situation, sampled exotic sex, and
then quickly allowed other soldiers to try the sluts for a small fee. The fort
quickly became a brothel.

The General obviously had to get rid of these women or he would never be able
to pursue Siraj. He found them some decent clothes and hired a ship to take
them back to England. There was no family left for them in India now and they
had no chance to remarry. No self-respecting Englishman would touch a woman who
had been intimate with a native, let alone a slave.

The Captain of the ship took the money, loaded on enough stores for the trip
and packed all the women in the forward hold of the ship. The Captain had an
unsavory reputation, but the General did not care. He wanted the women off his
hands. At high tide, the Captain set sail.

When out of sight of land, the Captain had the women brought on deck. He had
heard stories about them. He intended to find out if they were true. Actually,
it did not matter if the stories were true or not. He was their lord and master
for as long as they were on the ship. Without any preliminaries, he ordered
them to remove all their clothes. Their hearts sunk as they realized what was
going to happen next. He walked among them like Siraj did. He squeezed a few
tits and slipped a finger into a few cunts. He chose two women with the biggest
tits and the narrowest waists and motioned them toward his cabin. Then, he
motioned for his officers to chose their own woman.

Before the Captain dismissed the sailors he laid down the ground rules. No
raping a woman on deck. No raping a woman while on watch. Anyone caught raping
a woman while on watch would be flogged. No deliberate mutilation of the women
would be allowed. Other than that, the sailors could do whatever they wanted.
If any of the women resisted, the Captain would keelhaul them and if they
survived, hang them by their arms from the yardarm until they died. The sailors
cheered at his generosity. The Captain turned and walked into the cabin. The
two women inside showed him what they had learned in India. He did not come out
again for two days.

The sailors who were off duty ran among the remaining women and grabbed whoever
and whatever they could grab, dragging them down to their common quarters below
decks. The remaining women were told to stand where they were until they were
chosen. As soon as the sailors who were on watch were relieved, they also
grabbed a leftover female and relieved themselves all over again. The return
voyage to England was a four month orgy. They could have made the trip in three
months, but none of the men were anxious to end the trip. The women had been
well trained, were obedient, and knew positions that even the sailors had not
tried before.

When the Captain docked in England the customs inspector refused to let the
women disembark unless there was family there to meet them. But, a smaller,
faster lighter had arrived nearly two months earlier with news of the women.
Their families refused to take them back. The Captain wondered what to do.
Fucking the women was fun, but they were too expensive to keep forever. Then he
had an idea. He set sail to France. While the English and French governments
were technically at war, commerce continued almost undisturbed. Interestingly,
none of his crew jumped ship while in port. When he set sail, every sailor was
back on board. There were even a few extra.

After a short trip and he docked at Normandy. He sent word of the situation to
the brothels in Paris. Several of the Madams traveled to look over the women.
Many of them had suffered at the hands of the sailors and most were pregnant,
but after their skills were demonstrated, there was spirited bidding among the
brothels. The Captain sold off all but a handful of women that he planned to
keep on board. The women were taken to Paris and worked for the rest of their
lives as cum-dumps for any and every Frenchman who was angry at England or
angry at women in general.

They had a lot of business.


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