- Suck me, bitch. I have still plenty of the same in my balls. The next load is for your ass. If you are good enough, slut, I will make good use of your three holes in a row. You may thank me for taking so much attention to you.
Rajiv put his project to fruition and filled up her three holes in a quarter of an hour. They were running out of time. She was about to clean herself when Rajiv handed her two rather big dildos.
- Do not bother to clean up. Just push these in place. They are plugs : the big one for your cunt and the shorter one for your ass.
Kira thanked Kyrhan in her mind. If he had not taken so much effort to ream her properly, it would have hurt her terribly. Among her three main lovers, he was by far the best endowed and the plugs were not bigger than his own cock. She had changed rapidly to a light brown saree with a yellow Lycra choli. She just had time enough to get to the door for the traditional namaste to the first travelers. Whenever she moved, she felt the plugs move in her well lubricated holes. She just wished that Rajiv would let her shower thoroughly soon.
The problem was that he had planned her day quite differently. The schedule proposed a visit to a traditional dyeing plant. Just next door, there was a garment cleaner. The tourists were kept on a small loggia above the booths but Rajiv gave Kira a pile of garments that needed to be cleaned. She followed him meekly among the booths. Freshly dyed sarees were drying in the sun and the tourists chose from their loggia those they would like to buy. Kira was as usually told to carry the sarees up the stairs. It was the first time she would have worked for the other women and most of them were not very kind.
- You could have climbed faster : we have been waiting in the sun.
- To toil for white people should be normal for a native like you, bitch.
That one was, for sure, the racist woman who kept on debasing Kira since she had been told that she was of Indian origin. When they had met for the first time, the woman had objected that Kira wore sarees.
Rajiv had her carry the sarees the other tourists had bought to the bus. He just carried the few items he had bought himself. He had made her angry when she had asked that her husband Dan bought a bright yellow saree for her. He had acted as if he had not heard her demand.
- You are not here as the other tourists. You just carry the bags for them. Indian women are not pampered by their husbands as European ones.
- But you bought things for yourself.
- Remember that I am a man and I am to act as your husband. I did not allow you to buy another saree. Now, shut up and walk faster.
When they arrived at the bus, Kira deposited the sarees. Rajiv wanted to fuck her in his bedroom but she fought him. She pushed him away and jumped to the door but he was faster. He blocked her against the bus door and ripped away her saree. She was now in her see through choli and her white petticoats. Rajiv took both her wrists in his left hand, he was smiling. Then slowly he reached for the knot of her petticoat and drew it loose. She fought against him to no avail apart that the petticoat fell on the floor. She was nearly naked and her breasts were pressed against the door glass in full view of anyone. Rajiv seemed not to care. He opened slowly his lengha, pushing out his erect cock and nudging it slowly with his fingers.
- Very kind of you to turn your back to me and flash your tits to strangers.
He pushed her legs aside and blocked them with his own. She could not even kick his groin. He pressed his cock against her back. She froze. He really wanted to rape her. He aimed at her puckered hole, spit on his hand, spread it on her ass hole and just pushed in. She tried to clench tight her butt hole. She thought for a moment she would succeed when she felt a searing pain on her left ass cheek. Rajiv had pinched her very hard. She screamed and released her sphincter for a second. That was what he had expected. He pushed in at the same instant her sphincter had given way. His knob entered along with half his shaft. She screamed even louder but she had no more choice but to abide to her rapist s whims.
Tears were dripping from her eyes but he ploughed on until his cock was buried to the hilt in her vanquished cunt. She was not fighting anymore, just letting it happen. He saw there an opportunity and humped her to impale her deeper then began his back and forth fucking motion. She was like a doll in his hands. He could have filled her butt with another big load but he was able to hold back. He wanted to reap much greater rewards. He continued to hump her vigorously. At last, he heard her gasp. That was the signal he was waiting for. He doubled his speed. Kira began to moan, groan in despair. She was feeling her body was betraying her. A tremendous climax was building in her belly and she had no possibility to prevent it.
Rajiv was a clever bastard as he wanted Kira s complete surrender. She finally began to push back when he humped her. Soon after, they began an unusual ballet with her as a living holed ball in a cup and ball game. Rajiv waited the last instant when he felt she could no more stop it by her own will. He filled her ass with his spunk and the shock of the hot sperm on her sizzling bowels triggered her own climax. She roared like a lioness. When she opened her eyes, she saw several tourists of her group watching her from the opposite side of the door. She instantly blushed crimson. She felt so ashamed of having climaxed so easily in full view of so many men and women who knew her. Damned.
- A good lesson for you, cunt. Next time, you will obey my orders to the letter and you will not try to fight me. I am a man, therefore I am your better. OK, cunt?
- Yes, Master.
- As a punishment for your insufferable haughtiness, you will not spend the next night with your husband in your cozy bedroom but with me in the car. I will cane you, twelve of my best before I fuck you again. If you do not scream, I may allow you to sleep the next night with your husband but you will come in the evening for another caning and a quick fuck.
They were scheduled to have a barbecue party for lunch. Eating meat is not so uncommon in India, except for cows that are sacred. They were in Muslim countryside, so cooking a mechoui (grilled mutton) was not a problem. There was a pit with burning charcoal ready. When they arrived, the mutton was nearly cooked. There was a long rotating spit with perpendicular bars to which the fore legs and the legs had been tied. Another similar unused spit was placed on brackets nearby.
Apparently, Rajiv had conspired with several other men of the group as, suddenly, they immobilized her and Dan. Rajiv uncoiled her saree and peeled her off her petticoat and her choli, leaving her naked. When she tried to scream for help, they gagged her with a handkerchief. In a minute, she found herself tied to the spit quite like the mutton. She was hanging on the brackets with her belly up. Rajiv began to coat her body with palm oil, adding salt and different aromatic herbs. Kira was unable to move but she was in a frenzy trying to get free. Her companions must have gone crazy. They wanted to really cook her. Dan had been tied to a small tree and could not help her. Rajiv grinned mischievously at Kira.
- Hello, cunt. I would have preferred to have you really spit roasted alive but I am not an expert. Would you mind be part of our mechoui party?
Kira was now mad with fear. When Rajiv announced that the mutton was ready, they moved it toward another bracket to slice it safely. They ate quietly, just occasionally caressing Kira s body.
- Look at her sirloins and ribs. They have a minimum of fat and well developed muscles! They must be real tasty.
- Her udders must be so juicy. I salivate a lot, just looking at them. I would eat her with pleasure either raw or well done.
- When do you want to begin, Rajiv? We are waiting for it!
- Ladies and gents, we are about to start. Come and have a look.
They lifted Kira from the brackets and carried her toward the fire pit. She began to feel the heat of the fire. It was not possible. Being roasted alive.
- Lift her high. We will hang her at the same place as the mutton had been.
They proceeded and she felt heat under her belly. It was the end. Kira fainted.
When she woke up, she was surprised to find herself unharmed. There was no burning sensation apart from the sun on her naked belly. The spectators were laughing at her. She did not understand the situation but saw Dan in the group. Rajiv took out her gag.
