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The guard who grabbed her questions who she is and how she got here, but pauses as he's sees the cum so over her, which is now on his hands. He throws her to the ground. Another guard looks her over and laughs, calling her a whore. He comments about her appearance and being covered in cum. He orders two other guards to take her away, saying that they will make an example out of her to show people the penalty for trespassing and being a whore. Nayanthara asks for her clothes but they ignore her. They drag her out out of the compound and into the fresh air naked.

The guards drag her through town, into the town square. There, other guards have already set up a pillory. Nayanthara is struggling to get free, begging them to let her go. The guards lock her into the pillory, her naked body exposed to the town. She is bent over, her head and hands licked into the wood, with her ass sticking out. She is still covered in the gladiators' cum. Thrashing around here her nowhere, as she can't get loose. A crowd has congregated and now the townspeople have seen her naked. The people tell out obscenities, calling her a whore and other names.

Suddenly, she sees Vishwa walking up to her. He looks at her and asks her name. She remains quiet. Vishwa asks again and slaps her for not answering. After a couple more slaps her gives up. Vishwa then addresses the people. He announces that he finds the girl guilty of trespassing. She is also guilty of sleeping with forbidden men. He announces that she will remain locked up in the stockade for 24 hours. Her turns back to her and tells her that there will be no escaping on his watch. He walks away, the vigiles along with him, leaving her to the fate of the people.

By the time they leave, she is left alone amongst the people of the town. She's never been more scared. Throughout the day, the people call her a whore and other degrading things. Wherever she looks, people are around her, coming and going, watching the punishment of a whore who tried to escape. She wished she could use her real power and influence to stop this, but was also glad that it seemed nobody had yet to recognize her. As it got later and darker, the people left her alone. She was now out in the square all alone, which somehow felt worse to her than when she had an audience. She felt abandoned and scared.

This didn't last long after sundown, though. Once it was completely dark, she hears a group of men taking, walking towards her. They are talking about her as if she wasn't even there. They come right up to her and ignore her pleas for help. One of them starts groping her. They tell her to shut up when she objects. She doesn't know why, but she feels like she needs to obey them. They are all now touching her. She feels one of them press his cock against her pussy and thrust inside of her. The other two laugh as he fucks her. He isn't gentle and fucks her hard and fast until he cums in her. The next guy tells the first that this is how it's really done. He presses his cock against her ass and fucks her, cumming in her ass. The third guy also fucks her ass. Right after finishing, they leave her alone again.

This happens several times throughout the night, with guys creeping up to her, fucking her, and leaving her. She can't get any sleep in the position she is in. She can only think about the events that led her here. She both regrets it and doesn't, as this has been just as exciting as it has been humiliating and scary. She takes a couple more fuckings through the night, with everyone leaving before morning. When the sun comes up, the regular crowd again watches her humiliation. She thinks she recognizes some of the men from the night, but is in no position to call them out. She takes more verbal abuse from the people until the vigiles come surround her. Vishwa returns and has her unlocked. He tells two men to take her to the jail.

While in jail, she is finally given clothing in the form of an oversized tunic. She cannot move around easily without it coming undone or opening and exposing her. Despite this, she is still ready and on already, waiting for her moment to escape. She has the keys to get her out of this, but with a guard posted outside her cell, she must wait for the right opportunity. Nayanthara watches day she night but the guard post is unrelenting. She is provided food and water, but no opportunity to be alone. She is losing her mind and her hope.

The next thing she knows it's that the town and the guard are abuzz with the talks of a neighboring village coming in for negotiations. The patrol of guards has increased. Nayanthara is getting nervous that she may never escape, despite having all the tools to do so. The next day she catches word that a representative and his entourage has entered the town. When she hears who has come, her heart sinks. It is one of the more barbaric towns, with no regard for nobility. The word spreads quickly and everyone in the town stays in isolation in their homes. It is a town known for their demands of women and pleasure, alomg with food and alcohol. They offer the strongest army in support, which is why they are allowed in this alliance.

The feast of grand and the noise spreads through the town, even reaching Nayanthara's ears in the jail. She listens to the cheers, the yells, and the roaming voices, all the way up to the door of the jail. She hears the conversation on the hall, hearing how Vishwa has offered the whore in the jail to the men in the army of the representative for entertainment. Nayanthara steps back in the cell as the guards open the door and shackle her, helping escort her to the temporary barracks that were set up. Nayanthara is escorted inside where she sees and endless supply of men all with lust in their eyes. The guards announce to the men that Commander Vishwa has generously granted the men a night with this woman. A tear comes to Nayanthara's eye, knowing that her friend has given her body to men known to take what they want, however they want.

 

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As the men line up and disrobe, Nayanthara is reminded of her time in the gladiator compound. She remembers being passed around from man to man, slowly losing control and being pushed further and further to the brink. She remembers being scared and used, and how incredible that felt. When the guards left, the same false confidence she had with the gladiators washed over her. She greeted the men and acted seductive. When the first guy walked over to her, she pushed him back playfully and started disrobing herself. She removed her tunic and through it to the men. It was instantly lost in the crowd. She was then surrounded by the men. Nayanthara leaned into it and let them run their hands all over her. She was pulled into the crowd and was instantly probed and prodded by fingers. She verbally encouraged them and spread herself to help them. Fingers were quickly replaced by cocks and she was in the midst of her second gangbang. She was passed from man to man, being filled in all holes. She embraced it and let herself succumb to multiple waves of orgasms, while the men came inside her. She did her best to entertain the men, not holding anything back. These men were fucking her hard and fast, similar to the gladiators. But having already experience that, Nayanthara was willing and eager to accept it.

At the end of the night, the vigiles came back to escort her back to the jail. She was naked and in the middle of being used when they pulled her out. She had no idea where her tunic was and the other men weren't cooperative in finding it. Nayanthara was one again dragged naked through town back to the jail. As she's locked up again and given another oversized tunic, this one ripped and dirty, Nayanthara contemplates her life and decisions. Not too long ago, she was a proper noblewoman in charge of the town. She was faithful to her husband and respected. Now she is being passed around from man to man, defiled in every way possible. She has been fucked in every hole and has been locked up naked for the whole town to see her. At least she still has her anonymity. As she thinks about all the actions and decisions that brought her here, she grows wetter.

She keeps waiting for the guards to leave her alone, even just for a minute, so she can have her opportunity to escape. Later on, a messenger arrives stating all guards on to be on standby as the visitors leave. Apparently Vishwa didn't trust this town, so he has his vigiles keep watch to make sure they don't steal, destroy, or kidnap. The jail guards step outside and post their. Nayanthara sees her opening. She unties the key from her hair and opens the cell. She then heads to the back and climbs out of a window. She waits in an alley until a crowd passes, then she blends into the crowd. She sneaks along with them until she can step out into another alley. She continues on until she nears her Villa. With all of the guards on standby, she again must wait for an opening. In this time, she removes her disguise.

She waits a long time until the escort is over, meaning the visitors have departed. Vishwa recalls his men and has them all return to their posts. She uses this cue to sneak into the Villa. Sneaking through the halls, she mOnes towards her room. She finds Mira in the halls, who gasps at her appearance. Mira grabs her and pulls her into the bath. She sets Nayanthara in the bath and starts washing her dirty, cum stained body. Mira tells her that she saw her in the town square and knew it was her. She wanted to help but couldn't. Nayanthara tells her not to worry, that even though she was exposed and embarrassed, she enjoyed it. She also tells Mira what happened with the entourage of the visiting representative. Mira is shocked. She can't believe what she is hearing. She can't believe anyone could do such things, let alone a noble woman and the wife of a town leader. She definitely can't believe someone would have a smile on their face talking like this about these actions.

Mira gets Nayanthara into her room and dressed. As she settles, the weird spreads of a missing slave girl. When Nayanthara sees Vishwa in the halls, upset that his men have list a prisoner, Nayanthara has a weird with him. She tells him she heard what this girl has done. She asks him if it's worth the embarrassment of not finding her. She recommends siding the word that the girl was let go after serving her sentence. It will save face and stop the hunt. It will also protect Nayanthara from any clues coming to fruition. Vishwa agrees and puts the matter to rest.

Nayanthara can finally relax and sleeps for the next two days. She spends the next few days after that recuperating and healing, as she has been extremely sore. Mira brings up the subject of her adventures, asking if she is finally done with them. Nayanthara just smiles and laughs. She tells Mira that she has an even bigger idea planned. She looked ahead in the ledgers and a barbaric town will be visiting this week. With their reputation, they are sure to treat a concubine to a real good time. Mira tries talking her out of it saying it's too much, but Nayanthara has made up her mind. She is going to tell Vishwa she has selected the concubine to send to the village, but really it is herself. She will give herself up with even less control than with the gladiators and the last visiting entourage. This time she will be stuck in the situation for a week, with no possibly way to talk anyone down or out of any actions. She won't be able to escape this one.

Nayanthara discusses the details of her plan with Mira. She tells Mira she will need her help. Her plan is to make two identical disguises one of them she will wear when she is being taken away, and the other one she will leave for Mira to give to her upon her return. She doesn't know how she will be treated by the other village, so she plans on removing it once she is out of town. Then, with written orders by Nayanthara, Mira will accept the concubine home upon her return. At this time, Mira will reapply the disguise. She will escort Nayanthara through town and, once alone, help her back to the Villa.

Nayanthara drafts her letters to Vishwa stating a concubine has been selected for this week and that she is too be escorted out, and received back, by Mira due the reputation of the visiting village. Nayanthara has these letters delivered to Vishwa. When the day arrives, Nayanthara's nerves are intense. She is struggling to get ready. She is happy that Mira is there to help her. She gets dressed in her new slave outfit. She applies her disguise and makes sure that Mira has the other one. She then makes her way to the town square, awaiting contact by Mira.

 

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Nayanthara walks amongst the people and watches as the visitors ride into town. She watches with a nervous glance, knowing that they will be in control of her fate for the next week. The visitors ride to the Villa and meet with Vishwa. They are thrown the customary feast and celebrate while negotiating trades. Later that night, Mira comes to get Nayanthara. She tells her it is not too late to back out, that they can quickly find a replacement. Nayanthara states that she wants to go through with it. Mira escorts her to the banquet, where she was requested to meet her new masters. Upon entrance, the leader calls her over. He had her walk in front of all of his men, then back to him. As she stands in front of him, the leader addresses Vishwa. He asks if she is his to do what he pleases and Vishwa agrees, telling him that she is not too be harmed and is to be returned in one week.

Agreeing, the leader rips her dress off. Nayanthara gasps and covers up with her arms. The leader tells her to uncover and show him what she has to offer. She puts her arms down and spins around. As she faces away from him, he grabs her arms and bends her over on the table. He undoes his pants and immediately thrusts inside her leading to her yelping. She opens her eyes and looks out, realizing she is getting fucked in front of Vishwa, the vigiles, and the nobles of the town, all of which are those with whom she spends most of her time. She sees them all watch and laugh at her situation. The leader is very large and fucks her hard. She can't help but moan as an orgasm washes over her. She is panting like a whore, staring at her friends and neighbors. The leader finishes and cums inside her. She is left leaning on the table catching her breath.

Finally she gets up and looks to him for further instruction. The leader announces that he likes this one and she will do well. He has her sit amongst his men, still naked. The feast continues well into the night. Finally, the celebration draws to a close. The leader, who Nayanthara learns is named Vitus, orders his men to pack up and they start to leave the town. Nayanthara looks out and see Mira watching her go. She quickly pulls her disguise off, crushes it, and throws it into some bushes as she departs on a carriage. They travel overnight, arriving at their village in the morning. This village is less clean than what she is used to.

Nayanthara is escorted to Vitus' chambers while he attends some business. She is left their naked with a guard posted outside the room. She waits on his bed for him to come back. Finally Vitus enters and sees her spread on his bed. He wastes no time in entering her and using her body. She enjoys his huge cock and can get used to this week. She spends the next two days at his whim, offering him pleasure whenever he wants. He keeps fucking her the same way each time. Nayanthara decides she will offer her ass for the first time since the gladiators.

The next time he approaches her she turns around and spreads her ass. Seeing this opportunity, Vitus takes his prize. He lines his cock up with her ass and slowly enters. It takes some time to get in, and Nayanthara is very vocal about it, moaning between words. He fucks her and cums in her ass, leaving her. Nayanthara can barely get up and falls asleep in that position. She is awoken later that day with another fucking. By the third day, she can barely walk from the poundings she has taken from his big cock. Nayanthara is loving every minute of this. She feels more powerful than she has ever felt before. By the end of the week, she hears the plans of returning her to her town. She is sad to leave. This has been the best week of her life.

She is loaded on a carriage with just a few guards to escort her back. On the journey, she wants to have one last adventure. She makes a shush gesture to the two guards on the carriage with her and removes her robes. She moves closer to the guards and grabs their cocks. She rubs them and removes their pants. She then lowers herself in one of them, guiding his cock into her pussy. She bends forward and takes the other in her mouth. After some time, she said positions and switches holes. She feels the cock in her pussy cum first, then after takes a load in the mouth. It dribbles down her chin a little as she smiles. She stays naked and rests for the long journey.

 

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The guards wake her up letting her know they are approaching her town. She puts on her robes and gathers her composure. When she steps out of the carriage, Mira is there. She helps her put on her disguise, hiding the imperfections with dirt. Mira escorts her through the town, passing many townspeople. They duck into a back alley. Here she has stashed a more appropriate attire. Mira helps her dress and removes the disguise. She cleans her off and helps her primp up. Then, Mira continues into the town with her robes as Nayanthara heads to her Villa. She makes it back to her room and collapses on her bed. She replays every minute of her week in her head, her hands instantly touching herself.

She waits for Mira to return so she can tell her all about her week. When she does, Nayanthara is still half undressed. Mira tries getting her clothes on but Nayanthara just wants to discuss her week. She talks about each fucking in detail and how good it felt. She talks about how it made her feel. She can't thank Mira enough for how she helped her. Mira is now smiling for Nayanthara. She is happy for her. She tells her that she is envious of her free spirit and ability to give herself up like she did. Hearing this, Nayanthara grows a devious grin. She commands Mira to disrobe. Mira starts to object but Nayanthara orders her to do so. Mira drops her clothes to the floor and stand their naked. Nayanthara then tells her to lay down on the bed. Mira walks nervously and lays down. Nayanthara then walks over and lays between her legs. She begins to lick Mira and eats her pussy. She brings Mira to an orgasm. She tells Mira that she owes her many more before finally getting dressed.

The next couple of days saw Nayanthara giving Mira orgasm after orgasm. Nayanthara kept trying to push her own submissive side by having Mira sit on her face and telling Mira to make her give her an orgasm. She empowered Mira to take control, with Mira even making Nayanthara eat her ass. In her bedroom, Nayanthara has ensured that Mira is dominant and fulfilling her desire.

All of her fun, though, came to a stop as Vijay returns from the Capital. Nayanthara can no longer have have Mira in her room and it would look suspicious if she hung around in the slaves' quarters. She feels a sudden void in her life. She and Vijay sleep together often, but it isn't the same. It doesn't have the same feel as being dominated or humiliated. She craves being fucked by people who don't care about her and take out their aggression on her. Nayanthara tries to move on and get this out of her head. Life goes back to usual. She resumes her noble duties and starts to make more appearances in the town. As she walks through, though, she remembers sneaking into the gladiator compound, being locked in pillars on display, being locked up in prison, and running naked through the alleys. She remembers the feel of cock after cock invading her holes. It will be hard to go back.

The town announces Gladiator games in the name of Vijay' return and the successful business dealings that will bring further wealth to the town. They invite neighboring villages to participate and enjoy. As the town prepares, Nayanthara decides she will prepare too. She will give it a go to have another adventure. She knows about the actions in the poor section of the arena. Whores usually walk around and sell their bodies for whatever the men can scrounge up. She decides that she will be one of these whores, referring that she gets treated like one.

She creates one of her disguises and works on her plan. She will depart the box and quickly change into her new persona. She will then walk to the poor section and sell herself. She will make sure she is cheap enough to get the business. The day of the games, Nayanthara heads to the arena early. She hides her clothes and her face cover in a secluded spot. She maps out the path she will take and makes sure she has alternate routes. Later that day Nayanthara travels to the arena alongside her husband. They greet the neighboring villages. Nayanthara holds her composure when Vitus approaches and greets them. They finish the welcoming and head to their seats. Vijay addresses the crowd and welcomes all guests, local and from afar. He talks about prosperity and then commences the games. After a couple of fights, Nayanthara tells her husband she is not feeling well and will retire to the Villa. He allows it and continues to watch the games.

Nayanthara sneaks out and heads to get secluded spot. She changes her outfit and puts on her disguise, then heads to her destination. Once there, she can already see some girls are naked and others are already fucking men. She struts confidently and hears lewd comments from men. She starts responding to these crude offers and sells herself to the first offer, a very cheap amount. He pulls up her robes and takes her from behind. While others watch and wait, she pulls the front down, exposing her tits. This gets her more offers. The cheap whore feeling washes over her and she feels satisfied. She continues fucking men while attracting more attention. As the games get later and the main event is approaching, she decides to head home. Her robes are ripping but she does her best to pull them up and heads out of the crowds. She is being groped and grabbed and is living every minute of it.

When she gets to the hall leading to the common exit, Vishwa is standing there. She tried to walk past him, but he stops her. She talks to her like a whore and she smiles offering her services another time, but she goes white when he calls her Nayanthara. He tells her he followed her out to make sure she was safe and saw everything from her disguise to her whoring herself. He puts shackles on her and tells her he is bringing her to jail, and will discuss this with Vijay when the games end. Without her hands to hold them up, her ripped robes are getting, exposing herself along the way. Vishwa locks her up in jail.

 

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When the first day of games end, Vishwa finds Vijay and tells him there is an emergency and he should come with him alone. They head to the jail where he sees his wife locked up in rags. He asks what is going on and Vishwa tells him everything. Vijay is upset and asks Nayanthara if this is true and why. Nayanthara apologizes and says yes. She says she lives him, but there is something else inside of her that controls her. He feels betrayed and tells her she will stay locked up until he makes a determination on how to handle this betrayal. He turns his back and leaves. Nayanthara is left their overnight. This is the second time she is jailed, but this time it is more severe.

The next day she can hear the commotion from the start of the games. She is scared for her life. As the day goes on, she contemplates everything she has done, this time with more regret. She knows she pushed too far and is scared she will pay with her life. She hears a noise from outside her cell window. She looks and sees the guards are still outside, so she climbs up and looks out. Mira is there. She tosses something to her, which comes through the window. Mira tells her she found the key she used in her gladiator incident. She says that there will be a lot of commotion at the end of the games and the guards will surely be distracted. She'll be able to make her escape then. Nayanthara thanks Mira. As they try to plan, Mira has to run as guards are patrolling. She narrowly escapes them

Nayanthara climbs down and grabs the key, hiding it again in her hair. She has a renewed sense of hope, but still knows she can't return to her old life. She decides she will try to escape by riding with one of the neighboring villages. That night, with the roar of the arena dwindling, she hears much commotion in the area. She thinks the visitors are departing. Now is her only chance. Not seeing any guards, she unlocks her cell. She sneaks through and peeks outside. The guards are there along with a crowd. Trying to figure out how to get passed them, she spots Mira again. Mira sees her and motions to her. Mira then interacts with a group of men nearby, looking as though she's passing off coins. Those men then start walking in front of the guards and start a fight with each other. As the guards try to break it up, they are pulled into the pile. Nayanthara makes a break for it at this moment.

She runs and keeps to the alleys, making her way to the edge of town. Looking back, she sees she wasn't followed. Reaching the road, she sees a carriage coming. The guards are marching alongside, so she waits until they pass, but misses her chance. She keeps waiting until the next group. She recognizes them as Vitus' town. As they pass her hiding spot, she pops out and begs to go with them. They recognize her as Vijay' wife and Vitus himself comes over. She tells him that she was the woman who stayed with him for the week. Virus is intrigued and asks her why she is escaping. She tells them her life is in danger and she'll do anything to get out of town. Vitus responds that he will trade her robes for passage, if she commits herself to him. She immediately agrees, strips, throws her clothes to them and hops on the caravan.

She travels with Vitus back to his village, having to explain what she did. Knowing her actions, he tells her that she is going to enjoy living with him as his whore. This is her life now. Nayanthara has been passed from guard to guard, offering her body without the ability to say no. What started as a game, escalated quickly and changed her life forever. She doesn't own any possessions and Vitus offers her to any visitors, often watching as she is told to beg to get fucked. As long as she keeps him satisfied, she is given food, shelter, and safety. Despite having to work for it, she can't say that she isn't sometimes excited and able to find enjoyment out of it.

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Beyond the vastness of the harvested fields, on the southern horizon, appeared stealthily a tint of red arc, but soon expounded itself into a huge orb of bright orange. Birds started testing the melodies of their own voices. The color of the rising sun and the sweetness in the air borne voices implied a fortunate omen.

A jeep approached through the country road, raising dusts.

I was steering my flock through the same country road, on the opposite direction, for grazing. A shepherdess I was. The jeep slowed down and halted, with its engine idling. Only a tight space was left between the jeep and the edge of the road. So narrow was the road. Through that tight space all my sheep passed on to the other side, but I slipped. And there started down a deep slope from where I slipped. A strong arm scooped me up. I was stunned not by the shock of my near slip but by the handsomeness of a young man, face to face. The driver of the jeep.

He was in a sleeveless shirt. My thin torso was in the crease of his muscled arm. With his arm around, my heart started throbbing like his idling engine. I blushed. He lowered me to the ground and said, "little girl, go carefully"

His tone was obviously kind, but I got annoyed. I was not a little girl. I had attained my puberty. I was 18 years old and even voted in that year's general election. It was all the fault of my parents. They didn't celebrate my puberty function. The girl, when her first menstrual blood appeared, would be kept aside for a month in a fresh palm-leave hut, made by her mother's brother, and fed with sweetmeat and nourishing food to develop her boobs like tender coconuts, buttocks like watermelons, thighs like banana trunks and vulva like a buttered bun. And at the end of the month, the whole village and all other relatives and friends of other places would be invited for her 'flower's sacred bathing festival'. Thus it would be made known to the whole world that the girl is ready to have a mate.

My parents didn't perform all those nice things on me, because they were poor. And I remained literally a little girl to the outer world. And now this stupid driver also ignored me on that line. He moved away his jeep without even caring to know my feelings. Bitter tears, out of frustration, rolled down my cheeks.

One must get attention, after all. Without due recognition, one would be worth nothing but a dead person. I longed to get some attention.

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Grazing my flock through the harvested fields, I reached the riverbank by noon. My sheep eagerly ran down toward the stream and quenched their thirst. There was a grand banyan tree on the bank of the river. It was its fruiting season. Lot of birds flocked the tree in incessant chattering. I gathered my sheep under the cool shade of that tree.

Leaving them there I went back to the stream. I stripped myself naked. It was not my wont to take bath naked in public places, but on that day I didn't care. I wanted to show whatever I had to whoever happened to come that way. But the sure thing was that nobody would come that way, by that time, but for my mother carrying my midday gruel.

I surveyed my nakedness. My breasts, each in two steps: the base was of the size of a halved a bitter fruit . My cunt was a narrow triangle, barely covered with a soft moss of pale hairs and the cleft started well up on the little mound, presenting the shiny lips exposed.

I dived into the water and swam awhile enjoying my arrogance in presenting my nakedness to the open world.

Getting out, I dried and dressed myself with the same dress in an unhurried manner. Soon as I completed my clothing, suddenly from nowhere, my father appeared with my midday meal can. I was surprised.

Ancestors of my father were well to do, I was told. Only my father made our life miserable because of his laziness. He was a thief indeed. Half of his life spent in lock-ups and prisons. When he was out, he would dress in spotless white and white and spend in excess. My father and me, we don't talk much.

"Your mom's not fit, so I brought you the meal." He explained. I took the box and emptied it in silence. Meantime my father spread his whitish towel on the ground, lay down and started sleeping. That was typically my father: no work; no worries. I washed the box and then settled on the shade, turning my back to my father. By then I observed a disturbance in the flock. A ram started chasing a ewe, babbling.

I had seen those things earlier, but on that particular day it was too much for me to cope with. I turned behind and observed my father. With a forearm over his eyes, he was fast asleep. His chest's raising and falling was slow. I pulled my skirt up and put my hand in between my thighs. I pressed my middle finger into the folds of my cunt. Immediately it was bathed by my cunt juices. I tried to insert the finger into my slot, but it was not going. There was an obstruction. Where from the juices comes out then? I tried with my little finger. Ah, it could find the way!

I perspired and sighed while my little finger was moving fervently in and out of my lava hole. Then there...oh...I shivered. Something was moving up my legs. I had completely forgotten the presence of my father. It was his hand. I stilled in shock.

My father was fumbling up my thighs. I couldn't decide what to do. Before I decided, his thick fingers were at the lips of my cunt. My thighs opened up a little to give him access. I was shell shocked to realize my reflex. Immediately I closed my thighs. His fingers got entrapped in between. He didn't give up. He teased the wet lips of my cunt with his fingertips. I couldn't bear with the sensation. Eventually I gave up my resistance. He tumbled me backward, over him, and ran another hand over my breasts. My breasts were soft a while ago, but now under the touch of his hands they became taut.

My father got up and lifted me up on his arms and carried me into the sheep. He made some space among the sheep and laid me there on his white towel. The surrounding sheep got up on their fours and made a cover. My father unhooked my blouse and exposed my breasts. He cupped them in his big hands and started kneading. My body heated up and I arched myself into his hands. While kneading one he sucked the other. He took an entire breast into his mouth. I drifted up. I was no more a little girl. I felt like a big woman.

 

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My father moved his free hand down and pulled away my skirt. Then he cupped my cunt and rubbed it with his palm. Heat emanated from my pleasure mall, scorching his palm and, at the same time, soothing with its juices. With half closed eyes I was pushing up my cunt against his rubbing palm. He tried to poke in a finger, but could not. He trailed down. His mouth replaced his hand at my cunt. Oh, God! I opened wide my thighs and raised my hips. His soft tongue was ploughing through the seams of my cunt lips. He slurped and nibbled at my clit. I became mad. Thrusting my cunt at his face I pulled out his hairs. Raising me thus to a fever pitch, he passed on to...

...the next phase. He removed his dhoti and underwear. His huge cock was standing in attention. It was as thick and long as a firewood log. I had never imagined a male organ would be so big. A fear came over me. And a fascination too. Moreover I was eager to experience. So I drooled in expectation. He hovered over me. I opened up for him. He placed the big mushroom head of his cock at my little gate. The head nuzzled against my wetness. Its shear heat and contact made me insane. I rubbed my cunt against it. He forced it at my entrance. Only a big NO. His cock is not my little finger. He backed off, but I became restless. Madly I wanted him in. He spat on his palm and oiled his cock-tip with it. So he hadn't given up. He held my buttocks, lifted my hips and spat into my cunt hole too. Then, squatting, he raised my legs and placed them on his shoulders. Taking his hands around my thighs and under my armpits, he held me by my shoulders and locked me up, his cock-tip being already at its target.

There descended an uneasy calmness in the air. The birds stopped their chattering. The sheep, on their feet, looked at us quizzically. A lone cloud stood still above the motionless tree head.

Then it happened. A fierce spear pierced into me. A long wailing broke out of me. The sheep fled in terror. The birds took to their wings so noisily. The tree-head swayed violently as if in a storm.

Very sharp pain it was. I tried to wriggle out, but his arm-prick-lock was solid. "leave me, dad, please let me go," I begged him in tears, but the bastard thief was not in a mood to heed. "that's all, it'll be over now" was his answer. Mercilessly, he started moving his monster in and out. I had no other choice than crying silently.

A few minutes after I felt better, but then the monster spewed lava in my depth. He unlocked his grip and lowered my legs. His big thing slipped out. I got up on my shaking legs. Then I noticed it: a large wet red spot on the whitish towel. My virginal blood.

Allowing me to take rest, my father drove out the flock for afternoon grazing. The pain was subsided soon and I felt somewhat relieved. Whatever happened was a dream, I thought, or nightmare?

In the twilight, my father returned with the flock and I followed him homeward.

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For the next few days we didn't share a single word. And one night I waked up to notice the back door of our house creaked and my father slipping out. I got up immediately and followed him. By that time he was away by a good distance. Our house was on the periphery of our village. He was walking through the fields. The moon was up. I hurried in a short run and got up with him.

"Where are you going?" I stopped him.

He didn't answer. He was carrying a bag tugged in his armpit. I pulled at his bag and its content slipped out. I was horrified. The towel, soaked with my virginal blood!

"What are you planning to do? What is this for?" I wanted to know.

He hesitated, but at the same time he might have realized that I wouldn't leave him without getting an answer. He said, "Virgin's blood will open any impossible lock." I was stunned. "So you are going back to burglary?" I said with bitterness, "And only for that purpose you spilled my blood?"

"No, no, not like that. You were on heat on that day and I lost my head, but I love you, baby."

"Then, why are you running away?"

"You are angry with me. You don't speak a word. So I decided..."

"I am not angry with you." I snapped, but stood in silence for a few blinking and said, "Come back."

He picked up the towel and put it back into the bag. Then he faced me. I was waiting. Before I knew what was coming up, a weakness crept on to my legs. My dad took me into his embrace and I yielded. I felt his hardness hitting against my abdomen.

There the ground was plain and soft. And we were in a safe distance for any soul to observe. He lowered me on my back. I raised my legs and spread them to receive him. My skirt slipped down to expose my lair. He removed his dhoti, folded and placed it aside. His shirt and underwear followed. Naked, he laid himself in between my slender legs. With one hand he positioned hid cock-head right onto my orifice. Previous painful experience hovered over me as a thin cloud. But when my dad exerted pressure, aha, I felt to my pleasure that my cunt was invaded by his shaft in utter delight. There was not even a trace of pain.

Once buried his cock to the hilt, my dad pulled it out and pumped in again. I floated into heaven. He opened my blouse and squeezed my breasts. In and out, in and out, his piston churned my sheath. Beneath, I raised my hips and received him deep. Exhilarated by his every thrust, I sprung up in tune. Time lapsed. My sweet dad, pumping hard, put his mouth on mine and chewed at my lips. At that instant a tremor shook and my inner weir broke. It was so beautiful! Wonderful! Unparallel! At once, my daddy increased his pumping speed and stumbled. Deep in I felt a rush of warm liquid. He collapsed on me. I wrapped him with my legs and arms. And we remained like that for quite some time.

* * *

After that, my father was a reformed man. He gave up burglary. My mother was a happy and relieved woman. She showered praise on me for the change of behavior in my father. My father and I, we took utmost care not to disturb my mother's make belief. But we went together for grazing the herd and engaged frequently in out-door shootings.

On course, my father narrated me all his stories. His prison scenes were very erotic. There was a young boy called Sahul, who was also a thief and a frequent inmate of the jail. Every senior prisoner was fond of him. Sodomy was an accepted common practice. And Sahul was so accommodative. He was in love with my father and mad after my dad's big thing, it seemed. He used to call my dad 'maamaa' and loved to take the big thing in his mouth too, a privilege he never entertained with others.

From the frequent narrations of Sahul's episodes, I picked up the point that my father was fond of blowjobs. One day, under the same banyan tree, where I was deflowered, I decided to try him in my mouth. He was narrating some old incident. I was listening to him, lying on my back, using his lap as my pillow. Then I rolled on my side to face his stomach. I threw my hand under his dhoti and pulled out his cock. It jumped in my hand like a live 'varaal' fish. Grabbing it at the base I peeled down its foreskin. The head was gleaming with a dewdrop seeped up of its small slit. I put out my tongue and licked it.

My father patted my cheek and asked, "What are you doing?"

"This" I answered and caught his cock-head with my mouth in one gulp.

"Oh, my God!" he shivered. "I can't believe this, ah my baby!"

I raised myself on my elbows and adjusted my position, sliding my mouth up and down. He stroked my ears and moaned, "Wonderful, baby, but see that your teeth do not scratch."

I pulled in my teeth, wrapped him in my lips and bobbed. "That's it, baby, you've learned. And the pressure in your lips, oh God, you are better than that devil boy Sahul."

That was my tonic, the recognition and appreciation. I got heady. I sucked in more of his cock and exerted pressure with my lips and tongue. With one hand, gently, I squeezed his testicles. That's all. A shiver ran through and tightened his body. Next moment his hot lava spurted out and hit at the back of my throat. I got choked and I backed up hurriedly. His cock slipped out of my mouth. I coughed and coughed. His cock-head directed its jets allover my face. When his eruption subsided, he laughed at my condition. But I got up merrily and went into the river to wash my face. On the way down I tasted his come. It was a bit salty and smelling meaty.

As the days rolled, my father taught me all the variations in the art of love making. I applied them back on him, repeatedly, and mastered the art to marshal a man to pleasure peaks.

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In the meantime my father concentrated on our occupation too and our flock started multiplying. In three years time we became rich. Three years passed just like that! In sexual bliss, time is a forgotten factor. By that time, happiness and good food infused voluptuousness in me. My breasts developed like tender coconuts, buttocks like watermelons, thighs like banana trunks and vulva like buttered bun.

Lot of parents started approaching my parents to marry me to one of their sons. My father was also inclined, but I was not interested. I knew all those boys. Till the day before, they didn't even wink an eye on my direction and today they are in queue. Moreover I didn't find any reason to desert my dad, who is sporting with my cunt regularly. But by persuasions my father did eventually show me the reasons. I agreed to marry a rich and handsome boy from a nearby village.

The day of my marriage was a fateful day. On that day so many unexpected events happened. A series of theft took place in and around our area and the police had no clue. My father was taken to custody on suspicion. That caused a serious set back to my marriage plan. The groom side refused to take in a daughter of a thief as their daughter-in-law. I didn't care, but I was upset by the arrest of my father, who was no more a thief. I decided to fight for my father.

Local police station was in the nearby town. Even without informing my mother (who would not allow me to go) I went to the police station. It had become dark by the time I reached the town. At that time, in the station, there were only two police constables and no officers. The constables allowed me to meet my father. He was behind the bars of the lock-up.

My father was not pleased with my arrival. He urged me, in a hushed voice, to vacate that place immediately. He said, police stations were not safe for women and more so for young girls. He was afraid that I would be sexually molested. To leave him in peace, I left immediately, but I decided to see it to the end. I got the house address of the officer-in-charge from one of the constables, a kind elderly man. On the way, there was a drizzle and I got drenched a bit. I didn't bother.

When I knocked at the door, it was opened by a handsome young man. I recognized him immediately. The jeep driver, whom I met on the village road three years back. He looked at me as if a country brute looking at a sweet stall. My dress was wet and clinging to my prosperities. I told him that I came to meet the sub inspector of police. He said that he himself was the SI and invited me to step in. I entered his house. He bolted the door. Before I open my mouth to present my case, he assured me that my father would be released if I behaved nice. So the old constable had updated him of my arrival. Pimp. I perceived no way out. After all my father was right, police people were not safe for womenfolk. If I was going to be molested, I thought, better use it for my advantage.

I gave in to his desire. When I presented him my nakedness, he was doped. He dialed the police station and gave order to release my father, even before he touched me. But I stopped him, explaining that I should be at my home before the arrival of my father. He understood and modified his order to release my father the next day morning.

The SI was a young man of solid body. His weapon was also of good shape. He had removed his pubic hairs and hence his tool looked nice and mouth-watering. In contrast, my cunt was completely covered with dense black hairs. He moved his fingers into my forest and complained. I didn't know what to answer. He wanted to know whether I would allow him to remove it. I was fascinated by his idea and said yes.

He led me into the bathroom and switched on the lights. He applied some lather on my hairy cunt, took his safety razor, knelt in front and started shaving. The act of getting shaved there under was an exiting process and I had never even self-shaved before. My cunt was on flames and oozing already. When he completed his task, my cunt looked as smooth as of a baby.

He led me back to bedroom and laid me on my back, crosswise on his cot. My buttocks being rested at the edge and my legs touching the floor, my position was vulnerable. He squatted in between my thighs and feasted on my shaved pussy. It was already melting. He appeared to be a connoisseur in cunt-licking. Within minutes my abdomen started convulsing and I released a heavy load to feed his mouth.

He got up and keeping me in the same position, shoved his hardness into my molten sheath. I moaned. He was young and energetic. It was not a mere fuck, but an attack. In that posture, his standing position was an advantage for him to assault my cunt. I couldn't help but moaning continuously. My cunt produced more and more juices to lubricate my tunnel, hoping that the hitting of his rock-hard piston would not be felt severe. But it didn't work and in its impact the dam did break to flood the canal. That triggered him too and in unison he pumped his seeds and made my ravine overflowing.

 

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In the next round I repaid his oral tribute. I eagerly received his linga prasad (cock yield) and gulped it down to please him. He was clearly beaten by my mouth work. He swayed in my sexual squall. I didn't leave him there. I put his cock back into my mouth and raised it to its glory. Then I straddled and proved him my superiority in the art of fucking. He pulled me over him, kissed on my lips and said, "I don't know you before, but now I love you."

The inattention I met with him on the village road on our first meeting crossed my mind. I laughed.

"By arresting my father you stopped my wedding, but not my first night, look" I joked, pointing to him my cum-filled cunt.

* * *

Before dawn he took me to my village and left me at a distance. When I entered my home my mother rushed and hugged me. She thought I had gone out to commit suicide in the agony of my wedding failure. I told her about my trip to the police station. Then I bluffed something to support her line of thought to account for my whole night staying out.

In the morning, my father reached home. Same night, when my father was in jail, some more theft were reported. That proved and freed my father out of even simple suspicion. After sunrise the SI, accompanied with that elder constable came to my house and openly apologized for their irresponsible act, which resulted in stopping my wedding. Then hesitantly he asked for my hand in marriage. It was a pleasant surprise for all of us. A triumph for my overnight stay with him. My father readily agreed and in the very next auspicious day I became the wife of the SI.

There was no honeymoon for us. It became a big burden on my husband to solve the mystery of the series theft cases. He was after that, day and night.

One day when I was alone in the house, a shepherd boy came and told me that my husband ran directly into the hands of the thieves and they locked him up in a pump shed on the eastern side of my village. I conveyed this to the police station and the next minute we rushed in a police jeep to the pump shed. The boy was right.

Police people tried all their tricks to open the pump shed lock but in vein. I sent the jeep for my father. My father too tried the lock with some keys and rods, but it didn't yield. Then he opened the bag he used to carry tugged under his armpit and, to my horror, he took out the white towel with my virginal bloodstain. He touched the lock with the blood stain and then tried it with a piece of an umbrella rod. It clicked.

My husband, now with enough information on hand, rounded up the thieves on the same day. The thieves were an organized gang of another state. That case earned my husband name and fame. He was invited to the state capital for an award.

When my husband was away, my father came to stay with me. I appreciated him for his role in opening the pump shed lock. He said, "It's not my skill, but the virginal blood of you that opened the lock."

I blushed. "OK, let it be the magic of the virginal blood, but it was spilled only by you, right?" I argued. "As my husband gets an award, now, I want you also to get something," saying so I lifted my sari and exhibited him my shaved pussy. It dragged him in.

"It's a long time since we did," he sighed on entering me.

"You've not changed after all,' I smiled at him. "Even now you are in the habit of burgling and that too in a policeman's house and to his very wife."

My dad laughed gaily and moved in me in lengthy strokes. He chewed my lips and said, "I thought you'd forget me once you were married."

"What woman can forget her first lover, her hymen breaker?" I said raising my hips to receive in depth his love-pole, "And if he happened to be her own father?"

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