Chapter 1

'The Estate' had been in our family for centuries. It was very large. It extended from the horizon on one side and where the sky meets the earth on the other and then some more. Several rivers and streams flowed through it.

It comprised of approximately 90 to100 villages, situated on the banks of these rivers and streams. The soil was very fertile. 'The Estate' was self sufficient in almost everything. It had schools, hospitals, infirmaries, fire stations, police force etc.

I was born on 'The Estate' on a chilly February afternoon at 5.19 p.m. My mother, Durga Devi, was the youngest wife of Mr. Jamshed Shamsher Singhji, the eldest son of Rai Bahadur Shamsher Raajbir Singhji, my grandfather. I was christened Raajbir Jamshed Singhji, after my great grand father, but everyone calls me Saheb Sahebji.

My mother told me the story how I came to be called Saheb Sahebji.

"When I was born," she said, "your grandfather ordered Lachcho, his favorite maid, 'Lachcho, take sahib ji (sahib - sir and ji is added for respect) with you and take care of him'."

She took care of you and brought you to me at feed times. In the evenings when your grandfather, after finishing his work, used to relax with his family he would say daily without fail, "Laccho, sahib ji kahan hai? (Where is sahib ji?)"

Lachcho would post haste bring you to him, saying, "Sahib, sahib ji aa gaye hain (Sahib, sahib ji has come)."

We got so used to hearing 'sahib sahibji' and somehow everyone started calling you also Sahib Sahibji. Over the years the name got distorted to Saheb Sahebji. When your father was enrolling you in the school he couldn't recollect your real name and wrote your name as Saheb Sahebji in the school register.

When I was born my grandfather was at the head of 'The Estate'. After his death my father jointly with his two brothers, Mr. Ranbir Shamsher Singhji and Mr. Randhir Shamsher Singhji inherited it. My father being the eldest was in charge.

My uncles assisted him in running 'The Estate' but my father's word was law. Out of respect everyone addressed him as Rajaji, even the children. The business of 'The Estate' was to grow different crops on its fertile lands and rear farm animals and their produce for sale.

Rajaji ruled 'The Estate' with an iron hand. 'The Estate' had several laws. Most of the laws were draconian and had remained unchanged for centuries. The first and most important law was that the 'cherry' of all the virgins belonged to the head of 'The Estate' i.e. my father.

My father loved his brothers and shared the virgins, though not equally, with them. I think it depended on their supply. From the day my grandfather died my father hardly ever spent a night with his wives.

All women on the estate married or otherwise belonged to the family. A member of the family, who was twenty-one years of age and above (known as seniors) could summon any women to his bed. She had to obey the summons of a senior or be punished. The punishment was harsh but fair.

The other important law was that you will only screw your legal wedded wife. Adultery and premarital sex was punishable offence.

To illustrate, I'll narrate an incident. A man and a woman were caught fucking. Both were married but not to each other. They were produced before my father. My father was prosecutor, jury and judge. Everyone loved my father. They accepted his verdict because he was fair.

All family members and villagers from the neighboring villages were ordered to attend the punishment. Even I had to attend it although I was only eight. The man was publicly flogged within an inch of his life for touching a woman who did not belong to him. The woman's fate was worse.

Father had four big ferocious dogs. They obeyed him and no one else. They lay at his feet all the time and on a command from my father they could tear a person apart in flat two minutes.

The woman was publicly stripped and made to kneel on all fours. Then the four dogs fucked her till she nearly died. "If you behave like a bitch then you'll be treated like a bitch," my father said while sentencing her.

"Let this be a lesson to all," my father said after the sentence had been carried out, "have sex after you are married and then only with your legal partner."

Since then, I understand, no case of adultery has been reported.

There were many other such draconian laws. I could go on and on but that would serve no purpose.

The family consisted of my father and his three wives, my uncle Ranbir and his two wives and uncle Randhir and his three wives. I was the youngest of the thirty-six children.

The family resided in the 'Kothi' (house). It was called a house but it was a large four-storied mansion with over a hundred rooms and vast gardens and lawns. Attached to it was a two-storied annex. The mansion along with its annex was situated between two streams. The family lived on the top three floors of the kothi. The ceremonial halls, offices, guest rooms and other public rooms were situated on the ground floor.

No man was permitted in the residential quarters of the family. The maids did all the work and lived in the annex. There were more maids than actually required to do the work. It was kept this way because it suited the family. More maids meant more cunts to fuck.

All girls, on 'The Estate', from the age of six onwards were required to wear white clothes. On the fourteenth birthday she, a virgin, was brought to the kothi. The maids of my father or uncles depending on, who was going to deflower her would take over. They would prepare her, i.e. give her a bath with scented soap and water, comb and oil her hair and shave her pubic hair, if required. All the three brothers had their own rooms for this purpose. At night the virgin would be led naked into one of these chambers.

On the morning after she had lost her cherry she would no longer wear white but a yellow lahenga (a long skirt worn mostly by villagers) and nothing else. In other words she would be topless. The lahenga would be provided by the kothi's central store maintained for this purpose only. At this time she would also learn the rules and regulations governing her.

My father and my uncles were the only ones who could fuck a maid in the yellow brigade, as the girls in yellow lahengas were called. The virgins and maids in yellow were also used to entertain guests. I had seen maids from the yellow brigade spending nights with guests of the family but never a virgin. But I had heard stories that during the British times grandfather used to provide virgins to senior British officers, who came on an official visit to 'The Estate'. This I understand was how he bought the title of 'Rai Bahadur' for himself.

After the yellow brigade, the maids would join the "green pool", better known as "the pool". They would wear green lahengas and their choots would be available to all family members above the age of twenty-one. The maids of the pool together with the yellow brigade were all over the kothi. To regulate the population of the maids the three brothers met every week or so.

When a maid was sent back to their homes or even got married then she would remain in the pool unless my father chose to give her the 'red' status. This meant that in addition to my father and uncles, her husband could also fuck her and no one else.

Normally the maids were sent back to their homes within six months of losing their cherry. If during this time they got pregnant then the pregnancy was taken care of in an infirmary attached to the 'kothi'. It was ensured that the maid is not pregnant when she left. No maid was permitted to marry before sixteen years of age and then also with the express approval of my father.

There was another type of maids known as handmaidens. Handmaidens wore blue saris but no blouse. They could cover their boobs with the pallu (upper end of the sari that goes over the shoulder) of the sari.

A big ceremony was held on the twenty-first birthday of a male member of the family. In the ceremony he was given two rooms with a kitchenette, a ring with the family crest (his license to fuck maids from 'the pool'), a sword and a virgin of his choice as his personal handmaiden. He owned the handmaiden and no one else but he could fuck her not even my father.

It was prohibited to indulge in any sexual activity in public but the bare tits of the maids were so tempting that we all, seniors and youngsters, squeezed and kissed them whenever we got a chance. The brave and adventurous ones amongst us went to the extent of lifting their lahengas and fingering their hairless choots. It became a sort of a game. Dares were made and bets laid. The maids didn't mind and enjoyed the game.

I recall an incident that happened when I was eleven years old. The boys and girls had separate common rooms. One day after lunch six seniors, two fifteen year olds and three of my cousins of my age and I were in the boy's common room. We, eleven year olds, were playing 'chowpard', a game not very different to Ludo, the fifteen year olds were lolling around and the seniors were in a huddle discussing something in whispers.

Suddenly a senior said, "So it is settled."

"Nothing is settled," Ranjit, one of my stepbrothers, said.

"Tai tau ho gaya hai. Jo paheli aurat iss kamare main gussegi usse Ranjit chodega (It has been decided. Ranjit will fuck the first woman who enters the room)," third senior said.

There was chorus of ayes.

"What happens if chachi or his mother (aunt — wife of father's younger brother) enters the room first?" a senior, chuckled.

"Tau Ranjit chachi ko chodega (Then Ranjit will have fuck chachi)," someone said and they all laughed.

"No, I never agreed to that," Ranjit protested.

They went into a huddle again. "Okay. Ranjit will fuck the first maid who enters the room," the first senior proclaimed.

"Agreed," Ranjit said.

"No one will help you," another senior said.

"Don't worry, I can manage," Ranjit said confidently, "but what is the bet?"

"Agar tu haar gaya tau tu apni londi ko ek ek raat ke liye hum sab ke pass bhejega (If you lose then your handmaiden will spend a night with each of us)," the second senior said.

"Agar main jeet haya tau phir main tumhaari londiyon ko chodunga (If I win then I'll fuck your handmaidens)," Ranjit said.

They all agreed. I may state here that it was a matter of pride to fuck someone else's handmaiden.

The wait started. There was silence in the room except for the sound of rolling of the dice. Everyone was watching the door. An hour ticked by. Then someone pressed the door handle.

"LOOK," a senior shouted.

All eyes turned towards the door. Even we stopped playing and looked towards the door. All waited with bated breath for the door to open. Door started to open. Suddenly we heard a young male voice say, "There you are. I have been looking for you all over," and the door was pulled shut.

"What an anti climax," a senior laughed nervously.

"We'll have our fun. It is nearly four and the maids will be bringing our tea soon," another senior said.

At sharp five the door opened and two maids but of yellow brigade walked in with trays loaded with cups and saucers.

"Good afternoon, masters," they said together.

"Who are you? I haven't seen you before," Amrit said to the maid who had entered first.

"We are both new. My name is Arti. Today is my third day in the kothi," she said politely.

"I am Sandhya. I joined the yellow brigade only this morning," she said blushing.

"Excuse us we'll be back," they said and left.

"They both belong to the yellow brigade," a senior said.

"So what? A bet is a bet. Ranjit ko in main se ek ko chodna pardega (Ranjit will have to fuck one of them)," another senior said.

"Ranjit will get into trouble," second senior said.

"He should have thought of it earlier," third senior said.

"Ranjit, send your handmaiden to me tonight," fourth senior said and they all laughed.

"Not so fast. I stand by the bet. Yeh batao kissko chodoon, Arti ya Sandhya? (Just tell me which one I should fuck, Arti or Sandhya?)" Ranjit said.

"Arti, she entered first," they decided. Two minutes later the two girls returned with tea and biscuit etc.

"Arti, come here," Ranjit ordered.

Arti came to him and said, "Yes, master."

"Apna lahenga uttar, main tujhe chodunga (Take off your lahenga (skirt), I am going to fuck you)," Ranjit said.

"Master, don't, you'll get into trouble," Arti said backing away and placing her hands in front of her choot to protect it.

"Let me worry about that. Take off you lahenga, I say," Ranjit said, catching hold of Arti and pulling her to him. Sandhya seeing that no one was paying attention to her slipped out of the room.

"No, please, my choot is reserved for Rajaji and his brothers. If you fuck me then we'll both get into big trouble," Arti protested.

Ranjit caught hold of Arti and tried to open the string of her lahenga. Arti fought back. Everyone was watching this unequal struggle. We youngsters left our game to watch also.

Ranjit couldn't undress Arti. He pressed her down on the thick carpet and raising her lahenga spread her legs wide. Then he rammed his cock into her choot and started to fuck her with hard and fast strokes.

A few minutes later Arti sighed, "Oh master."

"Did you hear that? Arti is enjoying herself," one of the seniors said.

"GO ON RANJIT," second senior shouted.

Ranjit looked up and grinned without missing a stroke.

Soon Arti's hips started to move up and down. Everyone started to clap in the rhythm of Ranjit's strokes and shouted, "RANJIT, AUR ZOR SE CHOD. ARTI KI CHOOT KA CHOD KAR KEEMA BANA DE (RANJIT, FUCK HER HARDER. YES, MAKE MINCE MEAT OF HER CHOOT)."

They continued to clap loudly and shouting. Then the door opened and Saraswati, the youngest wife of my youngest uncle, attracted by the noise entered. Without a word she stood watching.

One by one the spectators saw her and fell silent. Just then with a loud grunt Ranjit came. He stood up and as Arti tried to get up he said, "Tu leti reh. Tum main se koyi isse chodega? Barda maza aaya. Isski choot bahut tight hai (You remain lying. I enjoyed myself thoroughly. Will any of one of you like to fuck her? Her choot is real tight)."

All remained silent looking past him at chachi (aunt - wife of father's younger brother).

"Why are you so quiet? You have lost that's why. Better luck next time. Where is Sandhya? I bet her choot is still tighter," he said and turned around to look for Sandhya.

Then he saw chachi (aunt). Arti quickly got up and set her lahenga right.

"What do you think you were unto?" she asked. Without replying everyone hung their heads.

"Anyway this is a matter for Rajaji. Both of you follow me," chachi said.

All three left the room. We youngsters didn't understand what had happened. One of us asked Satyabir, one of the fifteen year old, "Ranjit bhaiya Arti per kyoon lete huye the? (Why was Ranjit bhaiya (elder brother) lying on Arti?"

"Ranjit bhaiya Arti ko chod rahe the (Ranjit bhaiya was fucking Arti)," he replied.

"Kyoon chod rahe the? Kya mazaa aata hai? (Why was he fucking her? Is it pleasurable?)" I asked.

"Yes, many times more than masturbating," he laughed.

"Masturbating? What is that?" one of us asked.

"You don't know what is masturbating? Follow me," he said and led us all to the bathroom.

"Take out your cocks," he said. We obeyed.

"Now move the fore skin up and down and think of Ranjit bhaiya fucking Arti," he ordered. We complied again. Soon our cocks were hard.

"Now what?" I asked.

"Continue doing it till you feel pleasure," Satyabir said, 'Saheb, not so slowly, do it faster."

We did as he said. "I don't feel anything," one of us said after a while.

"I AM FEELING IT. OH OH IT IS WONDERFUL. I'VE NEVER FELT SO MUCH PLEASURE BEFORE," one of us shouted. We redoubled our efforts. We fisted our cocks faster. One by one we all had an orgasm.