Two months later, Leena was back at Shandrakor. Kira had finally decided to start the mountain resort project there. Leena had been the head of the exploration team that had cleared the site and the access road. She had also been the sex toy of the group of Dalits that had done the job, the slut for twenty bulky and sweaty workers. She had volunteered immediately at the end of her job to manage the building team. Saying that she had been pleased by Kira's decision was a gross understatement. When she had been informed, she had cheered, screamed like a groupie, dancing alone through her living room, to the amazement of several of her children who were playing on the carpet.
Leena's children had been the center part of her sexual life : her English husband, Peter, a very powerful CEO, had wanted children but never succeeded to father one. He had decided to have his wife sexually trained to spice up their dull love life. The fact that she had been immediately knocked up by one of her mentors puzzled her husband and his best friend, a equally powerful Indian federation vice prime minister named Kyrhan, who had organized her training with his wife Kira. The tests showed that Peter had a very low sperm count and would never be able to have children of his own. Kyrhan had transformed Leena into a willing slut for Indian, Tamil or Bengali cocks. She was told to do her best to seduce any Indian males she would meet in her Birmigham community or at University.
In addition, Leena regularly acted as a housemaid to lure Indian wealthy men into fucking and domineering her. The last touch of her total enslavement had been Kyrhan's decision to have her bred every year by some Indian businessman Kyrhan would choose for her. She had no say in his choice. He had never explained her his criterions. In fact, he may have her auctioned, or given to friends unless he chose at random, Leena had never even wondered. Her usual name of Linda had even be denied her and she had received the more Indian sounding name of Leena. Peter had concurred enthusiastically. The legal procedure had been long but Leena had just recently become her official ID on her papers and she had been very proud of it.
Peter her husband, was pleased by the situation and very proud of being cuckolded every day by several strong Indian men. He did not care whether they were rich businessmen or poor Indian shop keepers who are often equally arrogant and intimidating. He was enthralled when watching her stretched out cunt filled by sperm that was not his or her belly swollen by babies that he had not sired but some unknown and very potent Indian male.
On her last journey to India, Leena had been fucked continuously for a full month by all the members of a team of twenty Dalits working for princess Kira. She had followed Kyrhan's suggestion of discarding any contraceptive protection and had received the Dalits as Nature had intended. She was now three months pregnant from one of them and her belly was starting showing. Leena just didn't care who had fathered her future offspring but she was glad to spend the next three months with the father of the baby that was developing in her womb whoever he was. She had not explained to her husband how the baby had been conceived fearing that he would despise the low extraction of the father : the child of some wealthy Indian businessman would suit him maybe far more than the baby of a simple Dalit, the well known untouchable caste.
Leena was attending a final preparation meeting at Kira's palace along with the leaders of the Dalit group. Kira was concluding her talk.
- I will just remind you the main objectives of your task : clear the ruins, sort the stones to recover the carved stones if any, rebuild at least the lodges and forget the main building. If possible, We will need two to protect you from the next monsoon and protect the computers. Your second objective is to clean the well of the vines and the mud in the bottom. We need a clean water supply. Leena!
- Here, princess!
- This time, you will be helped by a cook and his assistants. You will just help them. Daleep will manage the Dalits and refer to you only if there's a problem. You will be my deputy and you'll still be the team nurse. . .
- And their sperm receptacle!
- May I remind you that you volunteered for this task. Do you want to step back?
- Never, princess! My apologies. I just felt sarcastic!
Several big pickup cars were ready to transport the group of Dalits. The passenger seats were preempted as usual by Tajun, Shilan and Daleep, the leaders of the group and the men who had pimped her to the group on the previous mission. They had organized her matings during a month. She wondered what they had schemed this time. She didnÕt want to acknowledge that she was quite eager to discover what they had prepared for her this time.
Daleep called her to him. She run to obey as Daleep was now the top boss of the team. She was wearing a ghagara, a long straight skirt to her ankles with a choli. It was in bright yellow following Kira's instructions : The nurse was to be spotted at once in a group. As a European, she would have rather worn a nurse white blouse but Kira had objected that, in India, white is the color of mourning. Widowed women also wore traditionally white sarees. A bright color outfit would be a far better sign for the team.
Leena had noticed that the group had been largely modified. Kira had sent the cleverest of the group to schools to give them more important positions at the hotel. Those who had replaced them were less educated, more brutal with her. Leena wondered whether the man who had knocked her up was still in the group.
