Priya was dressed to kill--or rather, undressed to kill. Shimmering golden necklace, intricate and gleaming rested around her neck, falling neatly between her breasts. A delicate silver hip chain traced the curves of her narrow waist, an ornate central piece, hung provocatively, just enough to tease, draping in a way that barely covered her pussy. Her vertical lips were pounded rhymically by the weight of the central golden piece when she walked. Her bare, rounded buttocks gleamed softly in the ambient light, smooth and flawless. Over her head, a rich, crimson shawl was pinned, contrasting vividly against her glowing white skin. All in all Priya was exotic as well as slutty.
Priya was placed in an open chariot, carried by four strong men. The men wore nothing but simple loincloths, showing off their toned muscles and broad chests. Their skin was brown, rich like dark chocolate, glistening slightly under the light. Priya felt a rush of warmth surge through her as she imagined being with these strong, powerful men. Her pussy has started to leak even before the ceremony.
Pandu was one of them.
As they approached the village center, a simple hall had been transformed into a temple-like structure. In the middle of the hall, there was a raised platform, and at its heart stood a throne-like chair, decorated with intricate carvings and cloth, giving it a royal appearance. To the side of the platform, a diwan sofa was placed.
As the procession reached the entrance, two more men stepped forward to help support the chariot, while another pair moved to the front, turning to offer their backs to Priya. She thought of getting down, but one of them signaled for her to sit on his shoulders. Hesitant but trusting, Priya complied, resting herself carefully on their strong shoulders, with each buttocks gently balanced on the shoulders of the two men. They carried her with ease toward the dais, where she was placed gracefully on the decorated chair like a queen being carried to her throne.
After a short while, songs were sung by the women, their voices soft and melodic. Meanwhile, men of various ages looked on, some respectfully, while others couldn't hide their lingering glances toward Priya. All of this excitement stirred something within Priya. To heighten their curiosity and interest, she slowly lifted one of her legs and placed it gently on the edge of the sofa. This subtle movement revealed a hint of her pussy, still partially hidden behind the delicate golden hip chain, offering just a teasing glimpse.
Two women were assigned to Priya as her attendants, their purpose to assist her throughout the proceedings. The ceremony came to an end with a traditional ritual involving turmeric and sandalwood paste. The head priest carefully applied a lump of sandalwood paste as part of the ritual, on her pussy. His actions were deliberate and he took his time rubbing the paste on her puffed up, leaking pussy. Followed by the village head and then Rakesh, each completing their part of the tradition.
As the ceremony concluded, the crowd began to disperse, leaving behind Pandu, who was appointed as her male attendant for the night. The women suggested that Priya rest on the diwan sofa. Exhausted from the day's events, she laid down, and her last memory was of her eyes slowly closing before sleep overtook her. When she opened them again, it was morning.
When Priya woke up, the sun was already high, and a small crowd had gathered outside. The women came to her and asked her to sit on the diwan sofa. One by one, people came forward, touched her feet, and poured water from small containers into a large drum. Some brought milk and poured it into another drum. Priya didn't understand what was happening but assumed she was meant to give blessings.
Since she had been woken up and seated immediately, she hadn't had time to tend to her morning needs. Her bladder was full, and she quietly told one of the women. The woman passed the message to Pandu, who quickly sounded a horn. At the sound, the girls brought a large cauldron and placed it in front of her. Priya looked at them in confusion, but they explained she was expected to relieve herself in the cauldron in front of everyone. The crowd began cheering, as if they had been waiting for this moment.
Priya was still wearing the jewelry that hung around her marvelous breasts and the hip chain that barely graced her pussy. The sandalwood paste which was applied earlier in the night has dried causing a blockage in her pussy. More than ever, she didn't expect to herself to urinate in front of a crowd.
Priya looked at the cauldron; it was large enough to be called a complete vessel, wide and deep, but not bigger than a bath tub or hot tub. She turned around, giving the crowd, full view of her buttocks and stepped into the cauldron.
Pandu, standing nearby, poured some of the water from the large drum into the cauldron, preparing it for what was to come. Priya, though confused by the situation, relied on her years of police training. She had learned to hold her bladder longer than most and had developed the ability to relax her pelvic muscles, allowing her to urinate while standing.
As the crowd eagerly watched, Priya, instead of sitting or squatting, took a deep breath, allowing herself to release a steady stream of urine while standing. The liquid gushed out, golden and shimmering, flowing effortlessly as if it were liquid gold. With the sun shining brightly behind her, casting a radiant glow, Priya resembled an ancient Egyptian goddess, adorned in gold.
The crowd was mesmerized by the sight. There was pin drop silence, except for the sound of falling urine hitting the water. As the last drops of urine fell, and remaining flowed along her thick thighs, pandu poured more water into the cauldron. One of the helper women, took some water and cleaned her pussy and thighs.
Priya was then asked to sit on the throne. The soft, silky seating of the throne rubbed against her, like velvet brushing against her skin, caressing her ever-soft curves. Priya sat like a goddess, with one hand on the arm rest.
Pandu took some of the urine-mixed water in a small bronze pot and placed it beside her. One by one, people approached the dais, bowing their heads to touch her feet in reverence. Pandu gestured for Priya to offer her blessing to the people. With a calm but deliberate motion, Priya dipped a spoon into the water and extended it toward them. To her surprise, the people accepted the offering without hesitation, drinking the water as if it were a sacred elixir, their faces expressing no sign of reluctance or doubt.
As time passed, the crowd began to thin. By the time the sun had fully risen, Priya was left alone with the two women and Pandu. Priya asked their names, and the women introduced themselves as Leela and Anjali. Both were well-built, their strong, graceful figures standing tall beside her. Their dark skin seemed to enhance Priya's presence, making her appear even more radiant in contrast.
Breakfast was served, which was made mostly of fruits and milk. Priya was longing for a good meal. She asked Leela for a full meal, but Leela said she won't be getting full meals, because she is being considered as a divine lady and spiritual beings won't excrete.
Priya was taken aback. How is she going to survive for 2 weeks without pooping?.
Anjali, as if hearing Priya's thoughts, stepped forward to reassure her.
"Earlier, it was like that," she said, "but nowadays, you can simply use the bucket."
Priya, still uncertain, raised an eyebrow. "Does it also have to be in front of everyone?"
""No," Anjali replied, sensing Priya's discomfort. "By midday, you will bathed by group of selected men from the village. Once you're bathed, you'll be dressed and displayed for half an hour. After that, the main door will be locked, and you can rest until evening. During that time,you are free to do your pooping"
