The Jezebel Of India Ch 07

Chapter Seven

The fat sergeant was sweating, sweating more than he usually did. He sat around the small table, in one of the tents to the far end of the camp. He had heard whispers of a game, a game of Ganjifa and a game that would settle all of his outstanding debts in one fell swoop, but the newly promoted corporal who served the fresh sun-burnt lieutenant from England.

"The bet is 5000," Ghadnar smiled, knowing how the lure of the game would have come to the sergeant's greedy ears and once they had sat him down; Ghadnar knew they had him.

The game had been going on for three hours now, the hour was late the white ivory markers were on the table and the old circular cards, beloved by the Mughal kings of Persia and old India, were held in the remaining three players. Ghadnar was an experienced card player and not above cheating but the third player was his man, who helped lure their man ready to fleece him. The sergeant had been lucky in the initial stages of the game but now he was heavily overdrawn and had four markers on the table before him and had to win or place himself in a desperate position. As the final tricks were played against him, the cards fell to the table and his tension grew with each fall of cards. The last trick would be the climax and the winner, would win the pot, that sat in the middle of the table. The sergeant could taste bile in his mouth and the sweat ran in rivulets down his face and soaked his beard, but Ghadnar was cool and confident, his accomplice dropped his cards and shrugged. Now, the cards fell to the sergeant who placed his trick down in front of the pile of gold coins in front of him. He looked up,

"My trick I think!" He grinned but then Ghadnar dropped the three king cards, and the game was his.

"I fear not sergeant, you will have to pay your markers by tomorrow!" Ghadnar shrugged casually.

"I...I cannot pay straight away!" The sergeant's fat lips trembled. He looked around the table,

"Well, let us walk back to your tent, and discuss how your debt will be settled," The sergeant had lost his smile and as they walked back, his face was ashen as he agreed to Ghadnar's terms,

"So, your wife will come to my tent, for the next seven nights, beginning with this night, as compensation for the three markers you took for the game but I am out of pocket and I must have half what you owe before we march on Jhansi!" Ghadnar smiled slyly as the sergeant sloped off to give his wife the bad news, that she would be whoring for him to pay off more gambling debts. He waited in the darkness, his hand brushing the colossal erection in his jodhpurs. All his scheming had led to this moment when the woman would be his for the night and the rest of the week. Of course, he would ensure that the sergeant wouldn't have to find the money he owed, as he intended to have him murdered on his way to or from the town trying to gamble for a way out or raising some loan to pay him way out of his debts. He watched the tent, the light of an oil map made disturbing shadows on the canvas as the sergeant whispered to his wife, and then heard her reply. The sergeant barked some sharp order and the conversation stopped abruptly.

Within minutes, the wife emerged from the tent and looked dejected. She glanced up at Ghadnar and saw him in the darkness,

"My husband owes you?" She asked quietly. Ghadnar held out his arm and she stepped forward a folded hers into the crook of his elbow, looking like an old couple they walked away from the sergeants' tent.

She didn't look back as they walked to his tent,

"He owes me a great amount and he cannot pay, so he offered you in exchange for three of the markers on the money he owed. You have suffered much from him, haven't you?" Ghadnar wasn't smiling now, he looked at the sad eyes and for a moment thought about what his intrigue and machinations had achieved He had cheated the hapless sergeant and planned his murder and now he would take this woman to his bed, and use her in any way he wished, knowing that she could not resist him or deny him. As he opened the tent flap, he felt his prick stiffen a little more but his thoughts were not as cold as was his former manner. As she stood in the centre of the tent, Ghadnar felt more than just his usual empty, cruel lust but the very small stirrings of sympathy. Mara stood and looked straight at him, and he couldn't keep her blank stare, she then looked down at her saree blouse and pleats and began to undress in front of him.

"Mara, stop...please!" Ghadnar found himself saying. She was as surprised as he.

"Why? Isn't this what you wanted?" Mara accused him, her hands frozen in the act of unbuttoning her blouse. Ghadnar looked at her and then slowly approached,

"Yes! More than you could ever know. You are so beautiful, and I want you but not like this... I haven't felt like this before. All my planning and scheming in my life have availed me nothing. Now you stand and now I stand here and I cannot move." Ghadnar sank to his pelisse bed and Mara sat next to him,

"Ghadnar, so you planned to have me here, to have my worthless husband lose at Ganjifa?" The realisation struck her, but she simply took her hands to his bearded face, " to win me?" Ghadnar nodded,

"It was your beauty that captivated me and I learned that the sergeant doesn't love you or value you. He spends his money at the Ganjifa tables and on young whores in the town!" As the words fell from his lips, he looked at her, it was as if a part of him was breaking like a tree splitting in a storm. The sensation was alien to him and he didn't like it.

"My husband is an empty man, he bought me from the brothel when I was still young and I have been used by him until he got bored of me and then gave me away to men to advance his promotions and to men he owed money to! Will you treat me as he did, as a whore for other men?" She looked with tears welling up in her eyes. Ghadnar looked at her and took hold of her hands,

"Never! You will be my woman and no other man will possess you!" He swore and then unexpectedly she kissed him on the lips,

"Then promise me that my husband will be gone and I can give myself to you wholly!" Mara sighed, her true motivation heavy in her voice, she wanted to be free from this marriage and the life of being a whore for her husband.

"You would be free of him?" Ghadnar asked, her words heavy with guilt,

"I would, He has made me the lowest of whores with his gambling and I would be free of him!" At that moment, the two of them understood what would be done. Ghadnar had already plotted to have the sergeant removed but with Mara's tacit agreement, Ghadnar looked hard at her and she kissed him again, as if to seal the blood-soaked pact, "Then take me as your new wife, make me feel like a true wife again. I will deny you nothing, this night but the sergeant must not live for another week!"

Standing up, she unbuttoned her blouse, her large globes fell out of their restricting bodice and Ghadnar pulled her down to the bed and suckled each large round nipple. His mouth suckled hard and her nipples stiffened and poked out into his mouth. His hand grasped the heavy round breasts and kneaded them as she swapped from each nipple to the other,

"Oh, you make me wet!" Was all she could say as Ghadnar continued to suckle her. Soon, he realised her teats, now crowed with long, hard nubs,

"Take my prick out and make me stiff, Mara and soon I will split your cunny open!" Ghadnar fumbled with his jodhpurs pulled out his swollen erection and licked the wet head, with easy experienced lapping. Ghadnar looked down, after pulling out his linen shirt and watched her. He had watched other women perform fellatio on him and he hated each one, and he hated them through envy and he hated them threw his anger but now she watched Mara sucking his prick ad he felt a new sensation of warmth. With her large kohl-sculpted eyes, she looked up lovingly and continued to lower her mouth onto his prick and allowed it to tickle the back of her throat. He watched her generous breasts shudder and shake as she throated his prick. Her clever tongue lapped at the folds of his sensitive flesh in the crease of his prick and then she pulled him out with a loud smacking sound. Watching her, he felt his ardour grow and his shaft stiffened greatly,

"Lay back Mara, I want to taste your cunny!" He panted, his excitement growing. His usual cruel manner had dwindled, and he was no longer mean or thoughtless, this poor but beautiful naked woman was nothing but a slave in her own tent, lay before him, and opened her legs to reveal a mass of dark curls and swollen wet lips inviting him to use her. Her natural perfume was intoxicating and the excitement of this vision only increased Ghadnar's excitement. His other conquests were fuelled by greed or envy, the women coerced or reluctant, but Mara invited his touch, his mouth and soon his prick to spilt her. He licked at her lips, which were wet already.

"It has been a long time since a man has opened me up, let alone tasted my cunny. I give myself to you, now," With that, she reached down with her hand and pulled open her tight-lipped cunny, her wetness seeping out, as though escaping from her insides. Ghadnar lapped at her cunny lips and orbed into her depth with a stiff tongue, finding her swollen nub, freshly escaped from its protective hood. He spent a long time, licking her stiffened bean with his tongue, enjoying not only the sound of her moans and groans but also the notion that filled him, with a real sense of longing and a sudden and strange sense of loneliness, that he had kept locked away in his breast and now, as she settled himself between Mara's toned legs, and looked hungrily at the open lipped cunny, crowned with dark curls glistening with dew drops of her own arousal.

"Ghadnar, use your prick in me; make me feel like a wife...like a woman again! "She urged him, pulling her lips open as far as she could to entice him to slide his stiffness into her depths, "Make me feel it again, make me feel you inside me. Please..." She half sobbed, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Mara feel my prick inside you!" He slid his full length into her gaping cunny, his prick thick and swollen as much as he had ever been and his size made her shudder beneath him and cry out,

"Oh! stretch me!" She moaned thickly and writhed, and rocked her hips, urging her cunny to relax and accommodate the unusual size of Ghadnar's prick. He tried his very best to be gentle, his rhythm was tender but soon, his lust overtook him and he pounded her cunny soon Mara shook with an unexpected jerk," Oh Ghadnar, I'm flooding! You make me climax like I've never done before!"

Ghadnar's pace increased, his hands grasped and squeezed Mara's full breasts and squashed them together and ran his thumb over her nipples and she looked at him, and smiled with the utter joy of a woman who had found her sexual self again. At that moment, a new alliance were being forged and now, she wanted to please him further.

"Let me mount your glorious prick and I will please you as much as I can!" Mara offered and Ghadnar nodded, straining to keep himself from releasing his seed too early. He pulled out of her sodden cunny, and a river of her juices flowed out of her, soaking his prick further. She let him settle himself on the bed, and then she straddled him and held his stiff prick at the mouth of her cunny and looked down at him, "When you are ready for your milk to be released, I want you to flood my womb with your seed; do not fear I have had my blood for this month, only two days ago. I will not be given a child by your seed, but perhaps in the future?"

Ghadnar had never considered fatherhood, but with the tight, beauty now riding him, the idea did not seem too terrible an idea. She rode him for long, joyous and exciting minutes, slipping off his prick, lengthening his erection and stopping an early ejaculation. She would smile and then suck on his prick to stiffen him before threading him into herself once again. Soon, Ghadnar couldn't hold himself and gripped her breasts in the grip of huge tension,

"You want to fill me, my lord? I will give you my cunny or any hole you wish!" As Ghadnar released his seed, Mara quickly pulled his stiffness from her cunny hole, leaking his semen and aimed it at her twitching puckered hole and sat down on it, giving him her anus, Ghadnar, in the throes of a series of spasms, released more of his pearl-like milk into her anus and held her, gripped with an overwhelming shaking.

As the weeks passed, Ghadnar was promoted to field sergeant, the former fat non-commissioned officer was found slain in a brothel and his death was hushed up as the army struck for the march to Jhansi province.

End of Chapter Seven.