The New Mughal Pt 05

THE NEW MUGHAL : PART V

Alone we cannot do much

Together we can achieve much more Anonymous

Prelude

As Anju's wedding date neared, Yakub had softened his control on the family. Thambi was still controlled for the few remaining activities in the renovation of Rang Mahal, but by and large, he, Hema and Anju were left free by Yakub.

Tarun was footing part of the bill for his honeymoon. He wanted it to be memorable part of his life. The location, accommodation, transportation, dresses and catering were planned in great detail. He had kept it a secret from Anju, so that it would be a surprise.

But Yakub knew everything. He was going to be Tarun's best man. At least till the newly weds reached their honeymoon suite.

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Chapter 18 : 04 Jun

Tarun and Anju were a modern couple, who did not believe in lavish extravagance. They had insisted against the futile expenditure of a traditional wedding, and had forced it to be a small family affair at the office of the Registrar of Marriages. However, Thambi had worked out a small concession, and compensated for the frugality by clubbing the wedding reception with the silver jubilee celebrations of his marriage with Hema. None of the revelers asked how the silver jubilee coincided with the wedding of the 26 years old off-spring.

Thambi organized the dual celebration in the banquet hall next to the five star hotel where Tarun had booked the honeymoon suite. Tarun called it a coincidence, Thambi called it God's will.

By noon, the formalities at the Registrar's office were over. Tarun and Anju left for his parent's house, in a hired luxury sedan. Hema saw off her daughter, who was going to start a new life as a wife and daughter-in-law.

The sedan made a detour to Rang Mahal, so that the driver would know where to pick up Yakub from. Binny's house was the penultimate stop, where Yakub got off after instructing the driver to pick him up in time from Rang Mahal, so that they would reach the banquet hall by 9 pm. Then he went up the stairs to get fed.

It was almost 5 pm, when Yakub woke up from a refreshing afternoon nap. Binny was there to give her breasts for emptying. Maya had gone for the evening stroll with the baby, and the mother-in-law. Having emptied the milk jugs the second time that day, Yakub dressed and left for Rang Mahal.

On his way out he saw the father-in-law sitting in the lawn. He was ignored, but he wanted it that way.

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Yakub entered Rang Mahal with the customary pat on the dog's head. Abbu was tending to a customer. It was natural for the customer to be a female at this time of the day, with most men at their jobs. This girl was fashionably dressed in a sleeveless dark shirt atop a white capri. She must be a regular, as Abbu was chatting with her. But Abbu chatted with everyone. Probably his age.

Yakub stopped, and Abbu turned his head towards him.

Abbu : Ah, Yakub.

Y : Salaam. Abbu.

Abbu : Salaam, my son. Will you come here for a couple of minutes, please? I want to answer nature's call.

Y : Sure, Abbu.

Abbu : Angela has already taken her stuff. Just total the bill and collect the amount. (to Angela) Sorry, dear. Old men have poor bladder control and I don't want to be embarrassed at my age, may Allah forgive me.

Yakub replaced Abbu behind the counter of the grocery shop and faced a woman of Mongoloid features. She must be new around here, as she had not been one of the regular customers he had manipulated.

Yakub examined her. At just over five feet in height, Angela was nubile young female with very fair unblemished skin, high cheek bones, straight waist length hair coloured blue, orange and purple, and full lips painted black. There was a hint of a tattoo extending from below her right ear along her graceful neck down the back. Small breasts, but adding to her lure.

Yakub had other dishes to savour, so he just did the preliminaries. By the time she left, he had planted her brain with the unnatural need to meet him after fifteen days, when he would have returned from his honeymoon.

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It was almost midnight by the time Tarun was finally able to extract himself and Anju from the boisterous revelry. With Chitra escorting Anju, the trio walked to the foyer of the hotel. He let the girls walk ahead, and went to the reception to collect the room keys. While they waited for the lift to arrive, Chitra called up her mother Hema to pick her up from the hotel when they would head home, excusing herself from joining her parents at the banquet hall.

By the time Tarun joined the girls, the lift had arrived. A sun-glassed tall man was inside the lift, but he did not get off. He was dressed like an Arab in a full sleeved ankle length single robe, covered by a striking purple coloured sleeveless jacket. The trio entered the lift, ignoring the previous occupant.

As the lift started moving upwards, the tall man said softly "CLICK, FLICK, DICK, KICK, LICK, PICK".

There was an unnatural silence as they rode up to the fifth floor, then walked down the corridor to where the honeymoon suite was.

They all walked in. As the door closed, the clock inside chimed.

The calendar had turned to a new day.

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Chapter 19 : 05 Jun

Yakub had worked out a roleplay where Tarun would be the manservant-cum-chief harem slave, who has brought two shy, virgin maidens sold to the emperor for their initiation into his harem. Each word he had uttered in the lift had a coded action fed into the subconscious of the trio, but would have been activated only if these six words were spoken in the exact same order. He was going to expand the boundaries of his kingdom.

The women walked into the neighbouring room, to change into the dresses suitable for the roleplay. Tarun set up the cameras and adjusted the lighting. When Yakub was satisfied, he initiated the roleplay.

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Tarun stood still as Yakub walked in and sat on the regal sofa, facing Tarun.

Y : Yes, Eunuch, what have you got for me today?

T : Jahanpanah, I have two sisters for you today. One of them is a bride whose marriage has not yet been consummated. Her husband is a sissy and a cuckold. She has not seen him till now. It is the custom of their tribe that the wedding is arranged by the elders. The bride comes to know of the husband only after the vows are taken, and sees the groom for the first time on their first night.

Y : Does that mean I might be taken by her as her husband?

T : Yes, Jahanpanah.

Y : What about her sister?

T : I got her as part of the deal.

Y : What are their names?

T : The bride is called Anju, while her sister is Chitra.

Y : Eunuch, I don't want to be disappointed. Both of them are virgins, I hope.

T : Believe me, Jahanpanah, they both are. I have the assurance from their mother.

Y : If her assurance is false, then you will be punished. Are they aware of their duties?

T : Yes, Jahanpanah.

Y : Where are they?

T : They are awaiting your kindness.

Y : Show them to me.

Tarun went inside and returned with the girls. The bridal dress was red in colour, while the bridesmaid was dressed in orange. Both the girls had lot of jewellery on -- danglers, necklaces, bangles, armlets, anklets, rings, nose rings, and a few other items peculiar to their tribe. The exposed skin of their arms and feet were covered with intricate henna patterns. The bride's upper face was covered by the muslin semi-transparent stole, which traditionally is lifted by her husband on the marital bed. The designer bra shaped blouses were with thin straps and a single front clasp. The orange dress was two piece only, without a stole, exposing more skin than the red, three piece garment.

Yakub rose from his seat and approached the duo, who were looking down at his approaching feet, out of respect. He stopped about a foot from them and raised the bridal veil. As he raised the bride's chin with his left hand, he muttered, "Maashaa Allah".

Both the girls looked up with their large kohl lined eyes. Yakub opened the red blouse and freed the bra-less breasts of the bride. He squeezed the mounds, eliciting a moan. The bride tilted her head backward, offering her slightly parted dark red lips.

Yakub had not drained his balls for two days in preparation and anticipation of this conquest. His erection dented the front of his single piece garment. The bridesmaid noticed the twitching on the cloth and looked down to the source. With a jingling of jewellery, she went on her knees and tenderly grabbed the mound. It was a male moan which now echoed in the room.

The bridesmaid looked up briefly and saw Yakub press his lips on her sister's. She did not wait to see his tongue flicking against hers, but heard the moans. With the cloth covered penis held in her left hand, she lifted the hem of his dress and went inside it. She was now in the translucent insides of the tent, and let go of his dress to observe the erect appendage she now faced.

As she gingerly touched the penis, it gave an automatic upward jerk, and Yakub let go of the bride to look down. He saw the orange coloured lower body of the bridesmaid, whose upper body was fully inside his gown. He felt warm exhales against his upper thighs and groin, and his squeezes on the bride's boobs became rough and painful to her. But not for long, for as soon as the penis felt the insides of an engulfing mouth, the male hands let go of the soft flesh and grabbed the cloth covered skull. The female mouth had managed to suck out and taste the male pre-cum before Yakub was able to extract his penis from the oral cavity. He was determined to put his saved semen where he wanted it -- in a womb and not in a stomach. At least not yet. This tribal mare would be the first to be impregnated by the young Mughal stallion.

In one swift motion, Yakub took a step back and simultaneously pulled his robe over his head to reveal his dark muscular body in all its male glory. The kneeling female let go of the male organ with a pop, and showed her displeasure at being denied with a pouting frown. Yakub went back to the bride, and with a tug of his left arm threw the red muslin stole to one side. He ripped the designer Velcro fastener of the traditional lehnga (long flaring skirt worn by south Asian brides) with his right hand and let it fall, leaving the open blouse hanging from her shoulders as the only garment on her. No panties.

She instinctively clasped her hands in front of her body to protect her chastity from his raping gaze. But she would submit to him, of course. He was her sire, her lord, her god.

Yakub swooped up the bride in his arms and went into the bedroom. The last thing recorded by Tarun was the receding back of the naked Yakub, taking his giggling bride away from him.

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Chapter 20

Yakub flung the bride on the water bed, jumped after her and dove right between her legs. She squealed playfully as he clamped his open mouth on her shaved pussy, then let out a long sigh as she succumbed to the jolts of current resulting from his pleasuring tongue. Yakub pushed her legs up and apart and licked the virgin pussy to wetness. Barely five minutes after he had started, she orgasmed and tried to twist her tightening body away from his tormenting tongue. But before she could turn away, Yakub mounted her, pinned her wrists above her head, crushed her torso under his chest and plunged himself into her moist innards with a single thrust. She could only scream at the sudden jab of intense pain. He just lay motionless on her, as the water bed became still.

Slowly, her vaginal muscles relaxed and adjusted to the invader. Yakub sensed the subtle loosening and let go of the wrists. He raised his upper body and looked down into the teary eyes of his latest conquest. The tears and melted the kohl, which had flown down, leaving black marks on the fair face.

Y : You are my first virgin. You will henceforth be called Anjum.

A : As you wish, Jahanpanah.

Y : When we are alone, you may call me by my name.

A : I cannot do that, Jahanpanah. In our tribe, a wife does not address her husband by name.

Y : Anjum, I will be fucking you now. And I will be fucking you a lot.

Anjum smiled, and locked her legs behind Yakub's back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his face down for a lover's kiss.

No more roleplay. Only sex.

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A waterbed does not obey Newton's third law.

Yakub initially expected Anju to squeak with each thrust. But his initial to and fro motions were mellowed down by the undulating waves of the waterbed. Anju read the motion correctly and adjusted her counter thrusts such that soon Yakub's thrusts were enjoyable to both of them. As they set into the resonance of the fluid, Yakub increased the length of his strokes. The anklets and bangles clanked and jangled in rhythm to the oohh's and aahh's, as the two performed the ageless mating dance.

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Chitra waited for ten minutes from the time Yakub had disappeared into the bedroom, and then approached the door, her anklets giving a regular "chan, chan, chan" with each step. Tarun followed silently, with the camera running. She walked up to the bed and stopped, watching the mating duo intently. Her scientific mind registered the sine wave of two Hertz and amplitude of five inches taking place on a wide platform, triggered by two entwined human bodies. Her elder sister's eyes were closed, her mouth open and emitting "mmm", "oohh", "yes", "aahh" and the likes. Her fingers were hidden in the hair of her tormentor, moving unseen around the scalp. Her knees were in the air. Her heels were resting on the male buttocks, and moving along with their in-and-out motion.

Yakub had sensed her approach, and her presence gave him a sense of superiority. He would soon have her where he had Anju presently. He continued, occasionally clamping down his mouth on Anju's and then withdraw slightly to expose their entwined tongues to Chitra's gaze and Tarun's camera.

Suddenly, a phone rang. It was Chitra's, lying on the dressing table in the wardrobe. Yakub stopped his pumping, and looked up, as Chitra walked up to answer the call. It was almost 1 am.

It was Hema, calling Chitra down to the lobby so that she could join her parents on their way home. Chitra just said ok and hung up. But Yakub had other ideas.

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Chapter 21

Thambi's driver pulled up the car carrying Hema and Thambi onto the porch of the hotel. Chitra was expected to be in the lobby, and Hema dialed Chitra's number to call her out. It was Tarun instead who answered. He came out, walked up to the car and peeped inside to find Hema sitting next to the driver. Thambi was sprawled on the rear seat, mumbling incoherently in a drunken stupor about the splendid reception.

Hema stepped out in deference to her son-in-law and asked for Chitra. She was surprised to see him still in the formals he was wearing at the reception.

T : She is upstairs with Anju.

H : Is everything OK?

T : Yes, yes. Why don't you join us for some time?

H : Oh, no, Tarun. It is not appropriate. You can see he is in no state to walk. Just call Chitra down and we will leave.

T : Nonsense. There is no time like now.

Tarun walked around the car, opened the door and yanked Thambi into sitting position. He slapped Thambi twice, jolting him awake. Thambi's eyes focused and he smiled. Tarun took out his mobile phone from the pocket, dialed a number (possibly Anju's) and said, "I am getting them both up. See you in five minutes." Then he pulled Thambi's unresisting body out of the car, and they both walked up the stairs, staggering, followed by a weakly protesting Hema. Before entering, Tarun instructed the bellboy to dispose off the driver, and that his master and mistress will take a taxi home.

As they approached the lift, Hema again protested against Tarun's actions. Thambi was now staggering along with greater self confidence, so Tarun slowed down and let him walk on his own. He walked ahead and kept the doors of the lift open for the older couple to enter.

As the lift stopped at the fifth floor, Thambi slumped down on the lift floor. Tarun took out the door opening card and handed it over to Hema. As Tarun pushed the older man into sitting position and tried to revive him, Hema quietly exited the lift and walked out to the honeymoon suite. She wanted to get Chitra out and into the lift as soon as possible, even before Tarun could get Thambi out of the lift.

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As Hema opened the door of the honeymoon suite, she was greeted by erotic sounds of "mmm", "oohh", "yes", "aahh" and the likes. Hema froze. If Tarun was outside, who was fucking Anju on her wedding day?

In a daze, Hema walked into the bedroom, accidentally letting the door close with the door opening card still outside. She was shocked to see Anju riding a tall, dark man in wanton ecstacy. Her hands were holding the wrists of the hands which were pressing her boobs. Her open hair was flying around, and her bangles were clinking sharply.

She watched riveted, not noticing her younger daughter, who was recording the act using a videocam. As if on cue, Anjum threw her head back and orgasmed. As she fell on her mate, Hema's gaze shifted to him. As their eyes locked, Yakub brought Hema back.

Y : Hello, my child. I am glad you came on such an auspicious day. Today, I have left my heavenly abode to mate with this pious woman. She is your daughter and my mate. She has inherited all your qualities, and her off spring will inherit all of mine. You have taught her well.

H : Thank you, my lord.

Y : I have already given her a new name -- Anjum. Now I appoint you the head trainer of my harem. You will henceforth be called Hena, as you are truly a gift.

H : As you wish, my Lord.

Y : I have already deposited my first load of royal sperms into Anjum. I will continue to do so till she is pregnant with my heir apparent. As you can see, she is putting earnest efforts for the second deposit. Come over and help her get what she desires and deserves.

Hema - now Hena - wordlessly started disrobing herself to reveal her familiarly erotic MILF body to Yakub's eyes. While talking to Hena, Yakub had deflated a little, but the sight of Hena's body rose him back to erection. Meanwhile, Anjum had recovered from her second high. When she felt the tightening and twitching inside her, she moaned her happiness, and started showering kisses on Yakub's chest, neck and face, like a puppy happy with her master's attention.

As Hena climbed on the bed, rumpling up the sheets even more, Anjum slowly started gyrating her hips. Hena straddled Yakub's face, offering her pussy to Yakub's mouth. The situation was reverse of what Yakub had done with these two babes, when Hema was riding his cock and he was licking Anju's cunt. Hena grabbed Anjum's face and kissed her on her open mouth. Yakub grabbed Hena's thighs and craned his neck so that his tongue could reach the farthest inside Hena's moist cunt. This created a depression on the water bed, and the resultant wave got Yakub to punch upwards, resulting in yelps from the mother-daughter duo. Both the women grabbed each other's boobs and started squeezing and pinching the pairs of nipples.

The bounce given by the water bed to Yakub's upward motions were eliciting moans from Anjum and Hena. Both the women were grinding their buttocks in sync with the water waves. After two minutes of tongue play, Hena bent down and clamped her lips on Anjum's dark brown nipple. She expertly sucked them one after the other, somehow resisting the automatic response her cunt was wont to give to Yakub's assaults. But five minutes into this threesome, Hena lost her self control and gave Yakub her juicy spurt. As she simultaneously clamped her mouth on Anjum's left breast, Anjum responded with her third orgasm of the night. And the chorus of groans was completed by Yakub's upward thrust and hot eruption.