Chapter 4

It was almost 9PM that pleasant October evening. The Thakurs - father & son - finished their whiskeys after having satiated their lust (for the time being) with their respective fuck toys -- Varsha and Shanta bai. Varsha had been brutally spit roasted with her master Vishwanath Thakur throat fucking her while his son, Subhash Thakur mercilessly sodomized her with his 10 inch by 2.5 inch monster cock. Shanta bai had greedily licked and slurped her master’s anus while his cock was embedded inside Varsha’s anus.

Both maids were now in the main house attending to laying out their masters’ dinner in the main dining room. Varsha was visibly uncomfortable and was having trouble walking properly. Both were now dressed just in semi-transparent saris without any blouse or petticoats or underwear. Both women had their long hair tied up in untidy buns so that they could attend to the food & utensils without their hair falling all over.

Shanta bai’s husband Mangesh had come out to the garden to gather up the plates & glasses to take back into the main house. Her son, Rajpal, was also helping his father. Rajpal’s primary duties were those of a chauffeur for Subhash Thakur but he helped out as needed around the mansion. Shanta bai’s 17 year old daughter Malti also lived in the mansion with her parents. Given the shameless lust of Subhash Thakur with her mother, she had seen and heard their sexual exploits many times. Her virginity had been promised to Subhash Thakur’s son, Vivek, on her 18th birthday (in about 8 months). Malti was dressed in a salwar-kurta, her long curly black hair in a thick braid. She was 5ft 2inch tall, dark skinned and thin. Her face, like those of most rural women, was ordinary. She was helping her mother and Varsha with laying the table, bringing out the food and such.

Both Thakur men strode into the dining area of the main house. They were both fairly drunk by now. In the past 14 hours, Subhash Thakur had released 4 loads into Shanta bai’s holes, 1 into her sister Sushila’s womb and 1 inside Varsha’s anus. His 68 year old father Vishwanath Thakur had fucked Varsha thrice since the morning rewarding her with his seed on her face once & inside her womb twice.

Shanta bai was proud and happy that the Thakur’s son would be the one to deflower her daughter. She even secretly wished that Malti would be impregnated by the younger Vivek Thakur. Her own greatest longing was to carry Subhash Thakur’s child in her womb but unfortunately she had suffered three miscarriages in the past 18 months. At her age, pregnancy would be risky but since Subhash Thakur had no qualms about filling her unprotected womb with his seed, who was she to deny his wish.

Prior to becoming Subhash Thakur’s sex slave, Shanta bai had heard about him from her younger sister Sushila about 5-6 years ago (1987). Sushila was 8 years younger than Shanta and, about 10 years prior (1983), had an arranged marriage (as was the custom) at age 21 to a man - Vikas - who’s family lived in one of the villages within Subhash Thakur’s estate. Vikas worked as a construction worker in a nearby town and Sushila had moved with him there right after their marriage. Five years (1987) into their still childless marriage, they had returned to the village for a Diwali holiday, and Sushila had caught the eye of Subhash Thakur at a festival fair that he had organized for his serfs. She had a prettier face than her sister Shanta, and like most village women in these parts, she kept her hair long. At age 26 she was ripe, ready and unsatisfied.

Subhash Thakur was walking around the fair with his two bodyguards when he saw Sushila with her husband Vikas. They both bowed in respect to him. Sushila was conservatively dressed in a bright sari, her head covered by the “pallu”, with conservative blouse & petticoat beneath. She wore a simple, silver nose ring, an ordinary “mangalsutra”, cheap metallic earrings, some bright glass bangles, a small red bindi on her forehead, and her head parting showed the red sindoor powder. She looked like any other Hindu married woman and since it was Diwali season, she was dressed slightly more festively as she was out & about with her husband. Vikas’ family had lived under the Thakurs for two generations or more and his father (Sushila’s father-in-law) was known to Subhash Thakur personally.