Kira was having a discussion with Dan, Rajeev and several friends in her office in the hotel headquarters. The decoration was lush and monacal at the same time : a large desk with several armchairs for the visitors, lights kira could modify by passing her finger on a computer screen, a wall covered with plants mainly from India and a small pond at its base gave an illusion of a bucolic resort and ensured a freshened atmosphere in the office. A futon bed was lodged in a makeshift cavern that seemed highly romantic.
In summer, Kyrhan often came to visit his wife when she was working and it wasn't uncommon that his visit culminated in hot embraces in that cavern. Kyrhan and her were still in love after so many years of marriage. The bed had also received other guests for similar activities : Dan, Kira's French husband, for sure but also occasional visitors such as recently Kira's new friends Naina and Madhura. Naina was visiting family and Madhura was busy learning how to manage a big hotel like Kyrhan's palace. She had settled quite easily into her new job, discussing with staff and occasionally customers.
In just a few days, you could have sworn Madhura had been born in India. The transformation had surprised even Kira : the first time Madhura had worn a saree, she had seemed uneasy and awkward with the fluid garment, always trying to rearrange her pallu and trying to hide her naked belly. When she was presented to the hotel staff, two days later, she wore it as if she had done it all her life and customers turned to follow her, stunned by her elegance. She had an uncanny knack to find the color that suited her perfectly. She had recently discovered that in the different states of India, there were variations on how to wear a saree. She had documented intensively and was now changing her look every week. Kira was more than interested and looked forward to discover Madhura's next outfit. It could be an asset to attract attention at a reception or simply to please Kyrhan or Dan!
But the time wasn't propitious for fancy dressing. With the economic crisis, there had been a five percent decrease of bookings and for the first time in years, they had a few rooms or suites with no occupants. Kira was the chairman (she didn't care about such politically correct trivialities as using the words chairwoman or even worse chairperson) and she had to find a solution to bounce back.
- Do you remember when we organized a big party for Kyrhan? All the girls of his harem had come with most of their companions. We disguised them all in palace eunuchs' uniforms. The husbands and boyfriends were to deliver their wives and girlfriends to Kyrhan's bedroom and wait there as their girls were fucked mercilessly by my husband in front of them... Yes, Dan?
- That was very funny! I wore the uniform of chief of the eunuchs and it was very exciting and frustrating to watch and not touch the girls while Kyrhan used them in any possible ways. Do you intend to repeat the event, princess?
- No, but the news leaked out, probably one of the participants babbled too much and since then, I received several letters of people wanting to organize something like that for their wives!
- Quite common : they fantasize being cuckolded and watching the action! Do you intend to make me wear the chief Eunuch's uniform again?
- Not this time, Dan! Kyrhan's functions make him often unavailable now. I may have to accompany him to some formal reception and he can't appear on photographs taken in such conditions. I was thinking of asking YOU to play the role of the Prince! It'll last just two or three days : a week end. You could take just one day off to recover of the jet lag!
- That would be pleasant but I don't have the stamina to fuck a dozen girls like Kyrhan!
- That was why we'll limit the number of applicants to two or three. You'll just have to call for Rajeev or my Dalits if you're too tired. A white woman being offered by her wimp husband would be a dream come true for them. You could just fuck her once and announce she isn't worth receiving your seed again : it would be extremely humiliating for her and that would please the husband and for him who is ultimately trying to defile her!
- Why not? It would be funny if the girls are pretty... but I think the husbands would relish being humiliated, otherwise they wouldn't have been interested!
- I'll select the girls personally with Madhura's help. I'll show you the photos of those I've chosen. The husbands offered to pay up to twenty thousand dollars for the service plus the hotel fees if they decide to stay for a few days afterward.
- What of your dalits? If the couple stay at the hotel, they may meet the girls.
- There would be a provision in the contract : the girls would stay available for their whole stay. They would be just like slave girls to abide to every whim of the master!
- You don't fear any problem with the husbands?
- That is the strangest part : most of the wannabee customers wish to assist to their wives or girlfriends' fucking chained to the wall, one wants to be blindfolded and another jailed for the week while his wife is used and abused. I automatically rejected those wanting their girls or themselves to be tortured or put in danger. Some western people have very decadent and slavish fantasies, it seems!
- Don't you think they are mostly fascinated by the harem scenes with themselves in the role of eunuchs and by the Indian atmosphere and Indian dresses their wives would wear? You should ask for the girls to arrive two days in advance for a crash course on how to wear a saree and Indian jewels?
- A good idea! The girl would receive an Indian first name and have sufficient time to get used to respond only to that name.
Two months later, Kira had organized the event in the part of the palace where she lived usually. The rooms with the swan of Bikapur (see good morning India series) had retrieved their initial destination : they were jails again. They had been restored and were housing two men for the first time in centuries. They were wearing nothing but a dirty loin cloth. Their ankles had been fitted with irons attached to a thick wood frame around their necks which blocked also their wrists. They couldn't lie on their bunks, eat or attend to their needs until the frame has been replaced with a steel collar chained to the wall. Food had been frugal : a cold soup, vegetables cooked without salt or other spices, no meat as they were said to be prisoners of an Hindu prince.
They had been thanked by Marine (see Domination series) at the reception desk for foreigners. It was the minimum as they had paid for their wives' tuitions a pretty sum. They were immediately led to the former eunuchs' barracks where they had been stripped naked and fitted with that yoke. They had been told they would only be released when their girls had been fucked thoroughly by prince Danel and his friends. They were also warned that their girls were likely to have their cunts and asses widely stretched out but were not informed it would return to normal in less than a month just to add to their thrill.
Their wives, meanwhile, had been pampered since their arrival. They had received several silk sarees of different colors, cholis, petticoats and two kameez with black salwars if they were interested by a walk in the city. Their European style clothes had been retained by the staff before they entered the secluded zone of the prince's harem, shortly after they had been separated from their husbands.
The girls were guided to their bedrooms with their names on papers pinned on the door. They had noticed that other bedrooms had names painted. Kira explained them it was reserved for the official harem girls who stayed often there when the prince required them. Simple trainees such as them weren't afforded such luxuries!
As soon as the girls had settled in, Kira came for their first lesson : how to wear a saree, how to take it off elegantly, how to walk, eat or serve food to the prince and so on for two hours. Ten minutes pause afterward before the second lesson : how to salute with the namaste, dance with Indian clothes and present offerings in the prince's shrine. In the afternoon, the schedule was identical with Kira overseeing the rehearsal and forcing the girls to rectify positions, while smiling. They would have to wait to be addressed first by the prince, answer to him politely and obey his every whim. The final hour was the Hindi language lesson.
They were taught the few basic words they would need to know : choot (cunt), linga (cock), ass, mouth, suck, open... Kira smiled when she heard them pronouncing aloud words they wouldn't even utter in English. The two girls had been subtly placed in competition and they vied aggressively to learn faster, dance in a lewder manner or wiggle their bottoms in a more alluring way to be chosen in priority by the prince. With such conditioning, after just two days they were dying to be offered to the prince at last. They were dreaming of their presentation, of the size of his cock, on whether he would fuck them in his king size bed or on the floor, in a more primitive if not more enjoyable position.
The husbands were completely forgotten as the two girls were fighting for the privilege of being the first to mate with the prince. They waited patiently in their cell to be fed or allowed to relieve themselves. The same moral pressure was imposed to them, aiming to persuade them it was an honor of having your wife fucked by the prince, that it improved the karma of their wives and that they weren't worth introducing their weak cocks in a place visited by a superior man like prince Danel, Dan's modified surname to make it sound more Indian.
