Passions and Battls - 321 BC
The battle had been its fiercest for the last two days as the Chakkala army fought ruthlessly to overpower the palace of the Nakira king. The small force of the Nakira king's royal guards had been most brave and courageous and had fought like cornered tigers from the Indian jungles. In the sweltering heat and humidity of the Indian monsoon season, the battle had been won but at considerable cost. Rajah Karan the Nakira king had died in battle hardly an hour ago but took with him a number of Chakkala warriors with his sword.
Rajah Sher Singh, the victorious young ruler of the Chakkala dynasty looked on with mixed feeling. His final effort had been to kill Dhool Chand the brutal commander of the Nakira infantry soldiers. Dhool Chand was known for his bravery and swordsmanship but also for his brutality and cruelty. The thrill of battle was tempered by the physical tiredness that was beginning to set in and the grief of lost comrades was starting to overpower him. The battle had been far more challenging and bloody than expected. He felt a distinctly sharp emotion of bitter regret at the loss of life on both sides and this was accompanied by an equally alarming sense of pessimism about how he was now going to rule such a proud and brave people among the Nakira. Winning this battle was the start of his new problems! At 22 years of age, he was beginning to appreciate the scale of his responsibilities and challenges ahead.
The Chakkala army was rounding up all the surviving Nakira soldiers and the palace staff. The women from the palace were being ushered into a large room in the palace which was on the ladies wing. There were over 70 women in the group. From the dresses they wore, it was inferred that these were a mixture of mostly palace elite and maids in waiting. A few servants were also among the group. Rajah Sher Singh glanced casually across this group of women. He noticed the tear stained grief on their faces but he also noticed the pride and strength that these women showed even in defeat. God! No wonder the Nakira men had fought so bravely! These women were the mothers and sisters of the warriors and they displayed the same courage and character! As he scanned across the faces, he briefly noticed the young woman who was scarcely more than a girl. She could not be more than 18 and most palace girls were married by 16. Yet she did not look like a married woman as she did not have the red "bindi" on her forehead. She was unusually beautiful, not just in looks but also in manner and expression. Here almond shaped eyes shone with a deep pride mixed with grief and a little fear. Her chin was held up and her shoulders were square as her young breasts gently curved out through the silk fabric she was dressed in. Her skin was smooth and creamy and shone like polished ivory with the sweat from the heat. The dusky complexion was yet pale in areas around her arms and neck, which made the king presume that she did not get sunburnt. There was something unique about her! She must be a Princess! Could this be the famous and mysterious Princess Sujata that was spoken of all over Northern India? She had not yet married though she was 18 and it was said that she would settle for no one other than a worthy Prince who could win her heart.
Rajah Sher Sing's heart skipped a beat. Princess Sujata was said to be a very accomplished musician and horse rider. She was also a good hunter who had saved her brother's life from an enraged leopard that the young prince had been hunting. She was mysterious because she did not mix much with the other aristocratic young women. Suddenly Sher Singh noticed that the Princess was aware of his interest. Her deep brown eyes took on a strange look of fear mixed with something else that tore at his inner self. Princess Sujata had been distraught with grief at the death of her father. She was also very concerned about the safety of the women from the palace. She knew that often palace women were taken away as spoils of war and often raped and killed. The lucky few were retained as concubines in a royal harem. Her thoughts went back to a year ago at the royal stables..... She was on her favourite white mare going about her daily riding routine in the forest and the orchards. As they approached the stables, here maid in waiting, Poonam, had gone to her new husband the Commander of the royal guards Arjun Singh. Princess Sujata blushed as she remembered how she had by chance seen Poonam and Arjun Singh making love in the hay last spring. That had been her first exposure to the carnal sensations that gripped her as she watched the young lovers pleasure each other.
Now she was approaching the stables again and it was an hour earlier than her normal routine. She suddenly heard a whimpering cry from the hay stack. She quietly sneaked up, remembering how she had watched Poonam and Arjun Singh entwined in romantic passion at the same spot just a few months ago. Now a different sight met her. There was Dhool Chand the Commander of the infantry standing naked below his waist and holding the hair of a young girl in his hand while he was thrusting his hips into her face. His big dark phallus was ploughing in and out of the girls soft lips as she whimpered and moaned. Dhool Chand was gloating a cruel smile as he fucked the girls face. The princes realised that the girl was the stable hand's daughter Chotti who was just 18. His bearded face was sweating as he pumped his cock into the soft young mouth of Chotti. His balls were swinging among a dense mat of pubic hair. His thick cock was moving like a shiny log into the soft & wet mouth of the young Chotti. It was obvious that she was not used to such brutal abuse & her face was a bit sore as it was so red in comparison to her dark skin. Chotti was literally gagging and bobbing on Dhool Chand's massive cock.. Suddenly Dhool Chand changed his grip and turned the girl around and thrust his thick cock into Chotti's small pussy from the back. Chotti screamed into his hand as he was muffling her. He continued to pound the girl hard and yet his cock was not fully in.
After many such hard and brutal strokes they settled on a rhythm. Chotti was now moving in time to Dhool Chands violent fucking thrusts and whimpering with each stroke as his thighs slammed into her small dark bum. His cock was moving more freely into her swollen pussy and the thick dark shaft was glistening with her juices and now going all the way in. Dool Chand was now holding her breasts and squeezing them violently as he slammed his cock into the servant girl. Her manner was now a bit different as she seemed to be pushing back at him vigorously as well. Her whimpers were becoming more high pitched and gurgling as Dhool Chand increased his tempo and started grunting. Her small and swollen pussy seemed to be pulsing and throbbing as it tried to adjust to the size of the enormous thick cock that was thrusting into her. Her motions were also urgent and yet fluid as she kept panting and moaning. She had her eyes closed and her lips partly open as she responded to his violent fucking. Suddenly Choti started screaming and bucking hard against the thick hard cock that was ploughing into her soft young pussy. Her whole body was shaking with rigour as she slammed back stroke for stroke. Princess Sujata was shocked and so confused. This was so different to what she had seen during the tryst between Poonam and Arjun Singh. This was so violent and brutal. Yet she felt the heat and moisture between her royal thighs and was shocked by it. Her thoughts returned to the present as Dhool Chand suddenly pulled his big fat cock out of Chotti and turned her around and pushed the big swollen and glistening cock head into her small mouth. As he pumped is hips Dhool Chand started groaning and convulsing as he tightened his grip on the girl's hair. Chotti was again whimpering and moaning as if she was unable to breath. Dhool Chand began to shudder in his physical release and exploded into a wild roar as he thrust his thick cock for the last time into the young servant girl's mouth. He then seemed to slump a bit as he released his grip on the young girl's hair and his cock came out of her mouth. It was still hard and dripping its sticky juices. A big stream dropped on Chotti's lips and cheek.
Chotti stepped back in relief as she started breathing heavily and got up from her knees. Her clothes were all rumpled and covered with dirt and hay. Her young small breasts were bare and bruised. She looked up at Dhool Chand with a half smile mixed with a heavy dose of fear and relief. Dhool Chand looked at her briefly and grunted his satisfaction as he rearranged his tunic and sword belt before walking out of the stable. Chotti also tidied herself up and went into the back room of the stable. Princess Sujata was still shocked and unable to move. Her legs were trembling and her insides were churning while here heart was racing at a pace a lot faster than when she killed the leopard that attacked her brother. Her thighs were feeling rather sticky & suddenly she realised with horror that her pussy had been dripping its juices very liberally and her knees were also wet.