On my first appointment as a Civil Engineer at the age of 25, I was posted to look after the construction jobs of a new project being undertaken in a maiden location surrounded by vast agricultural fields on three sides.There was no human habitation within four kilometers so I had to arrange my accommodation at the nearest village, Manbhanjan that was nearly five kilometers away from the project site. It was a three room rented house, the owner of which lived in the nearby city. He was Santa Prasad, around fifty years. Though he lived in the city with his family for the education of his wards, in dress and appearance he was like a typical rural farmer. The house he rented to me was the only RCC house in the village with AC facility.When I was having difficulty in finding accommodation after joining the new job, the supervisor of a nearby brick kiln, Bhim Prasad, helped me to find this rented house. Bhim and Santa were distant relatives.Bhim, around 38, was the supervisor or Sardar of

Once again Neela was surprised because it was in all white except for the four poster bed that was dark mahogany and two chairs by the fireplace. And for a change the Prince was fully clothed in formals as if about to attend an important meeting.He stood next to the fireplace and as soon as she walked in, he caught her eye, and then till she left did not break the contact. He was relaxed and seemed in no hurry, his face was calm and showed no real emotion."Welcome my queen, please come towards the light so that I can see you properly." As he spoke he moved a few steps, took her hand and led her to the carpet next to the bed which was surrounded by lamps emitting soft glow.Still looking deep into her eyes, Javid spoke to the Priest, "Have a seat holy man, this will take a while." and the priest obeyed.Then Javid standing next to her whispered, "Don't mind him," and instantly Neela was aware of his power to create the bubble of intimacy in the midst of the crowd.Still he had not touched

In the room there was a huge four-poster bed surrounded Gilt-edged chairs. With a sinking heart, she understood her humiliation was far from over. Just before going in Javid dragged the groom aside and whispered something in his ear. Neela was red with embarrassment and could not dare to imagine what he might have told.As Amir stopped for a glass of water, Neela decided to try her luck and said, "Darling Amir, can't we just do the deed and get rid of the crowd quickly?"Amir suddenly turned to her with a Stony face and said silkily, "Oh Darling you might have had your fill of crowds but this is my first time."Neela's breath caught at this obvious cruelty and cursing her luck she moved forward. With Amir following close behind. As they went in first they saw the usual crowd sitting with cigars and wine glass as if waiting for the show. Then to her shock, she saw her blood-soaked cloth spread over the bed.Although scared she was determined not to give in to these bastards. As Amir led

The morning after the demeaning and degrading doctor's exam, Neela woke up depressed and gloomy. The way things were going, today was definitely a scary prospect and there were still 5 more days to go!To add to her humiliation, 2 guards stood next to her bed commenting on her flattened boobs as she slept and how much they would enjoy giving her globes a good squeeze. With red face burning in shame. Neela got up, only to see a bathtub in the far corner filled with the fragrant bath water with Dara in tow.As instructed, she climbed into the bath and to her shock, it was ice cold!. As her teeth clattered her nipples started to bloom. The guards and their chief were clearly enjoying the show. Neela was too proud to ask for hot water. So she started to bathe.As she soaped up her rounded boobs she felt some pain and discomfort no doubt due to mauling by the doctor and the stupid fitness tests. Even her thighs were sore and cold water was no relief.Then as she was about to ask for more water

Princess Neela woke up and was instantly happy for it was the week of her 21st birthday and her birthday would be the one opportunity for her to escape all her troubles.Neela had been a little unlucky since her birth - her mother died during childbirth and her father died soon after with the grief. So, the kingdom and Neela had been under the guardianship of her uncle (father's brother) Mihir, now in his 60s and his twin sons - Bijan and Javid . Pure evil would be an understatement to describe the trio and they controlled every aspect of Neela's life with an iron fist. Although she had the palaces to stay in sumptuous feasts, best jewelry and clothing, she had no freedom and had always been cared for by elderly female servants and was not allowed to venture out of the compound.Only male contact was with her lascivious uncle and his equally degenerate sons. She also had to put up with her uncle's security chief Dara''s open salivation over her young nubile body on rare occasions that

I was extremely nervous as me and my dad sat waiting in the reception. Our entire family's survival depended on this meeting.My father kept repeating what he had been saying through our drive here, "Baby girl, I know I am asking a lot of you. But this marriage is very important. Only Rao uncle can save our family from complete financial ruin. We must convince him to accept you as the bride and help our company. Otherwise we will lose everything. Mom shall simply die."Although it sounded a bit dramatic, it was not an exaggeration. Our business was in huge losses, and we desperately needed Rao uncle's help. This was a sacrifice but even though I have been so used to my luxurious lifestyle, cars, holidays, I can't imagine doing without them. And Rao uncle's son Uday is not half bad - boring but not bad.I knew Rao uncle is a typical Indian patriarch controlling every aspect of his children's life. So if he agreed to the marriage and financial help, his son would agree too.I was confident

As we waited for the bus to my husband's home, I was heartbroken. Just six months ago, we had been passionately in love and so full of hope. My husband Raju, a tribal man and me, Radha, an urban girl born and brought up in the city, were not exactly a great match on paper. But, stars crossed and I defied my family (who disowned me) and walked out to Raju with literally clothes on my back. Raju was an artist and we had hoped that his art could sell to sustain us. Unfortunately it was not to be so. As it happens in the art world, suddenly the winds had shifted and we had lost everything. We hadn't even eaten a decent meal in the last month. With all our savings gone, we were now headed back to Raju's tribal village to beg support of his father and to find a livelihood.Raju seemed very tense throughout the bus ride. Many times I could see he wanted to tell me something but the words couldn't come out. I could even see some tears slipping out. I felt sorry for the man."Don't worry

As usual I was hiding in the office bathroom, sneaking away from my Boss. He was being a total asshole as usual and my colleagues Ashok and Khan were being extra mean today. I felt a strong sense of dread as I was sure these three guys were scheming to get me fired soon.I cursed in my stall as I heard Boss and Ashok walk in, talking loudly but they did not realise that I was in there and continued to talk."This loser Tony's wife? Are you sure?"Ashok replied "Of course I am sure Boss. They got married during the lockdown so nobody really met her. I saw them in the coffee shop, when I was out with friends. She is a total bomb. Her face is almost angelic with wide innocent eyes the colour of honey. She has a shoulder length bob which suits her face very well. Her lips are so red and full, I badly wanted to bite her pouty lips there itself. I even took a couple of pictures."I was shocked to hear my colleague openly lusting after my wife. I could hear clicks of his phone as he showed the

I cursed my husband for the millionth time as it got darker and there was no sign of the bus. I was coming to the village for the first time from the city and instead of coming to pick me up, my husband had ordered me to catch the bus to the village, it was getting darker and there was no sign of it.I felt very self conscious as I was dressed in a white saree for a friend's birthday party theme. It clung to my body and revealed every curve enticingly. But by the time the birthday party was over it was too late and I had no time to change. At least I didn't have any luggage. Just my purse.I sighed in relief as I saw the bus coming in the distance around 8 pm. It was filled heavily with villagers going home for the weekend and I managed to squeeze in. I was instantly assaulted by the horrible sweaty smell. They were all most likely lowly labourers. There were no empty seats and people cursed in coarse language as I squeezed in. Most of them were drunk and impatient. I managed to squeeze

In the night Madhu came to my room, led by Padma. Madhu and Padma bathed, hair washed, shampooed and dried, combed and arranged into a beautiful braid adorned with Jasmine flower malas. Both of them wore thin light color chiffon sari with small green border and green blouse. They were looking like sexy sin sisters. They came into the room sat down on the bed. I was amused and thrilled that I will be having threesome.Padma said, I know what you are thinking lover. Tonight You will have Madhu only, because I want you to impregnate her soonest possible. Padma kissed me and said, 'Make my daughter-in-law pregnant,' she added, if she is exhausted I am available for you tonight.Padma, why don't you stay, we will have fun.We will have fun later, Shiva, she left the room leaving Madhu and me.Madhu said, 'Shiva My mother-in-law said, you are her son and you are my husband. Are you more interested to fuck mother than your wife?'Madhu, Padma is my lover. you are jealous already. I am amused in