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The next morning, Priya awoke with a sense of anticipation coursing through her veins. The ritual had left her feeling more alive than ever before, her body and spirit intertwined in ways she had never imagined. She was truly naked, yet she wasn't feeling shyness. She felt empowered and alive, as if every step she took resonated with a newfound sense of purpose.
The morning ritual was same. Priya stood majestically and urinated in front of the crowd. Leela and Anjali washed her pussy with water, that was bought from the home of the crowd. As time passed, Priya grew bolder, eventually offering the purest, undiluted form of her urine as a blessing. Devotees would gather around her, hands cupped near to her pussy as if to receive a sacred drink. And Priya, with gentle generosity, would allow tiny streams of urine to flow directly into their hands.
Priya would randomly select individuals for this ritual, inviting young men, elderly gentlemen, women of all ages, and even elderly women, including some around her grandmother's age. As she watched them drink her urine, she derived pleasure and a sense of authority. Men were all the same. They would touch and feel her hands in pretense of catching the offering. Some even tried to lick straight from her hands, instead of cupping. Priya let them all enjoy as much as they could.
As the ending of ritual neared, men were heartbroken. Priya was their goddess. Who else would let them see and admire, who else would let them touch? Priya had a impressive body She was well built. Her skin was radiant. Sun rays hit her body and scatted like golden leaves. Some of the older men were stunned. They whispered among themselves, saying they had never seen a virgin woman perform the ritual with such boldness and grace. Few men were convinced Priya was a slut and not a virgin.
Women were baffled by Priya's behavior, particularly the young and middle-aged women. They were jealous of the attention she was getting from the men. Some thought she was bold; others believed she was free-spirited a.k.a slut. Particularly those women whom Priya had called upon to drink the urine directly felt humiliated and determined to tarnish her reputation. They even questioned the village head, asking how he had confirmed Priya's virginity. Elder, more mature women were worried, as the days passed and there was no sign of rain. They were of the opinion that Priya's actions were responsible for the increased drought. According to them, she was supposed to be timid, sit quietly, and be worshipped like a doll. Instead, she took command and ran the show like a real goddess.
The Village Elder was in a different league altogether. Everyday, he joined the men who bathed Priya. After the bath, he took all the opportunity to feel her up. Priya too, didn't make it easy for him. She teased him so much that his breath hitched every time her gaze lingered, her voice dropping to a whisper that sent shivers down his spine. Her presence was intoxicating, leaving him utterly captivated.
So much so that one day, after the routine ceremonious bath, the Village Elder found himself captivated by Priya's' sight as he gently traced a piece of cloth along the lines of her thighs. His movements were slow and deliberate. When his finger brushed near her pussy, Priya's breath hitched, her eyes locking with his. In a moment of unspoken defiance, she shifted her hips ever so slightly, a subtle movement that placed his fingers directly over her pussy. Slowly, almost Subtly, she closed her pussy around his fingers, not with force, but with a deliberate, magnetic pull. With his fingers locked into her hole, The Elder paused, his gaze deepening, as the unspoken energy between them crackled like a storm waiting to break. In what seemed like a eternity, Priya finally released his fingers from her hold and the elder was too disturbed to think straightly about her from that moment onwards.
On the final day, the morning urine ceremony erupted into chaos. Defying tradition, Priya decided to shower the entire crowd with her offering of urine, rather than calling them forward one by one. She summoned a group of men to carry her through the crowd while she sprayed with her urine everywhere.
A struggle ensued as the men jostled for the privilege of carrying her, each eager to claim a piece of her. Fingers attempted to invade her privates. Her ass hole was violated, her pussy was penetrated. Undeterred, Priya sprayed her urine wildly, saturating as many people as possible.
One man, driven by frenzy, tried to lick the last drop of water directly from her vessel, only to be trampled by a surge of men, injuring him in the process.
The afternoon bathing ceremony descended into even greater chaos. A brawl erupted in front of the Village Elder's house as men fought over who would be chosen for the final day's ceremony. Younger men accused the older ones of monopolizing the privileges throughout the 13-day ritual. Manish also arrived at the elder's house, hoping to get a chance with Priya, but seeing the chaos, he discreetly slipped away as he knew that Priya will finally come to his home after the ritual, and he could satiate his 14-day-long craving then.
After brief arguments, it was decided to pull straws to choose the 10 men for the day. However, further debates ensued over who should be included in the lottery. Finally, it was decided that all young married men would be excluded, as they would have opportunities with their wives. Instead, they would be allowed to witness the bath this time.
This decision, however, infuriated the already-outraged women. They protested that, according to tradition, the bathing and dressing ceremony was supposed to be held behind closed doors, and witnessing it was not allowed. "This ritual is not a spectacle," one woman declared, her voice sharp with frustration. The men countered that times were changing, and traditions must adapt to the needs of the community. "We are not asking to disrupt the ritual," argued another elder. "We only wish to honor it by allowing our young men to witness its beauty. They are the future of this village, and they must understand its customs."
"Witness the beauty of what? The beauty of the tradition, or the beauty of the slut who peed on us today?" The woman's voice cut through the air like a blade, her words dripping with sarcasm. Her eyes burned with defiance as she stepped forward, addressing the elders directly.
The Village Elder had enough. Amidst the cacophony of women's raised voices and men's brawling, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He, too, had been longing for the ceremony and feared being left out. With a stern, commanding voice, he locked eyes with the woman and declared, "Draw the straws! Whoever wishes to witness the ceremony may do so. This is my final order!"
However, Priya had different ideas.
Priya observed that the morning prayers had drawn a noticeably smaller crowd. Typically, middle-aged and elderly women would attend, but after the morning's fracas, the gathering was sparse. Only a handful of men were present, reciting lines from the prayer book, and the ceremony concluded earlier than expected.
Leela and Anjali wore long faces, which Priya assumed was due to the program coming to an end, and their time in the spotlight drawing to a close. The afternoon sun beat down relentlessly, its scorching heat almost unbearable. As Priya waited for her final communal bath, Leela seized the opportunity to share the latest village gossip. "You know, Priya, the women are consumed by jealousy, while the men are driven by lust. And to make matters worse, the heat is unbearable and there's no sign of rain in sight. Anjali chimed in, "And to make things worse, the water level in the common well has also dried up.
Priya's expression turned introspective for a moment, as if wondering whether she had done anything excessive. Priya shrugged off the momentary uncertainty. She hadn't willingly participated in the ritual; it was the village's selection, and she had simply indulged them. No one had instructed her on what to do or what not to do. She had been paraded naked around the village, and the entire village had taken pride in her. Now, how could she be blamed for the lack of rain? She had performed her duty correctly and vehemently, leaving no stone unturned.
As her thoughts converged, the ten chosen men, the Village Elder, and the Priest, followed by a throng of men entered the hall. Priya raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Cueing her curiosity, Village Elder explained the situation. Priya sighed and asked, "Do I have any role in the decision-making process?"
Priya was of thinking that she would strip everyone naked today and do a communal bath with them, but seeing the crowd and chaos, she decided to play it delicately.
"Of course, dear," said the Village Elder. "What is it that you desire to know or discuss?"
