Mountain resort
When Kyrhan returned home after a long and tedious work day, he found Kira studying maps and aerial photographs that were scattered on the big mahogany table on which he had so often fucked her. Kira smiled to him, remembering all these sweet moments with her husband in this room or elsewhere. She showed him a spot on the map.
- Darling, have you ever visited Shandrakor? It's in the mountains, maybe sixty miles from here, at a distance from the road.
- I have heard of it from my grand father. His own grand father had a hunting lodge there. But it was abandoned long ago, maybe at the end of the nineteenth century. It must be completely ruined now. But how did you stumble on this place?
- You remember that wretched archaeologist Cindy who wanted to push me out and take my place on your side and in your bed.
- Yes, I do, a sorry reminder!
- Let her rot in hell if you let me be rude! She filed all your family papers quite thoroughly and I found a file about this place. It's in the mountains and from the notes she had gathered it had a splendid view on the valley underneath. It would be perfect as a mountain resort for the wealthy customers of your palace-hotel. You are still the owner of the place. When the Indian government annexed your state, you kept the buildings, including this hunting lodge.
- It's now more your palace than mine. About your idea, the forest must have overgrown it now. How do you plan to clear the place?
- I went there but could not find any trace of the road. The best way would be to drop the tools on the site from helicopter and look for the road from there. The workers will have to get there on foot through three miles of mountain jungle.
- Who will do the job: your team of Dalits? They would do anything for you : you pay them quite well, you house them in neat bungalows, you feed them better than they ever did and, in addition, Rajiv offered them Leena once in your name.
- Leena? There was just a problem that remained unsolved and you may have given me the solution: my Dalits will need someone to prepare food, to clean the encampment while they work, attend the bruises they may get. All the women I contacted have chickened out: a woman alone for a month among twenty sweaty Dalit hard workers. But, maybe, our dear friend Leena will agree. . .
Thus two months later just after the end of the monsoon, the twenty workers climbed down from a bus with their rucksack on their backs. There was a lithe feminine form among them with just the same rucksack. Kira was also there to give them her last instructions.
- So you are at the closest point from Shandrakor. You will proceed to the ruins where the helicopter has dropped all the things you will need for a month, tools, spare clothes, water and food. Leena will keep in touch with me by radio if you run into a problem. You will clear the place around the ruins then the access road if you find it. When you cut trees, leave them along the road. We may need them in the future or sell them. A last thing : be gentle with Leena! She will be your only female contact for a full month. Enjoy her!
Leena stopped breathing when she heard Kira utter that speech. Among the workers, she had recognized Tajun, Shilan and Daleep, three of the Dalit group she had been offered to by Rajiv. They had fucked her in her three holes for hours that day and now Kira has just hinted they could have her again. God! There had been six of them during a single exhausting day. Now they were a team of twenty for a full month, day and night. She should have thought twice before agreeing! It was now too late to change her mind. She bit the bullet and headed on.
The forest was thick with bushes and big trees that have never been cut for ages. The Dalits had formed a line and used a machete to clear the way. The lead man was changed every ten or fifteen minutes. Leena was using a compass to give them the general direction. Nobody tried to challenge her and she was relieved they had not made passes at her.
After four hours of strenuous work, they were already halfway to their destination when Leena noted to the south a flat crest that could have been the road they were looking for. When they arrived there, Leena could see that it was definitely a road but it was not heading straight to the main road where they had expected but more to the south. She had mixed feelings about it : the road would be longer than what they had planned but looked in rather good state apart from a foot of earth covering it allowing thick bushes to grow. She decided to follow the road to see where it branched from the main road. She asked for three men to go with her while the rest would follow the trail to their base camp. When Leena discovered that the volunteers who would accompany her were Tajun, Shilan and Daleep, she knew that they were closing on her like hounds.
She was wearing a loose white terry cloth halter top she had tied on her belly for convenience but the result was that it molded to her like a second skin. She was not wearing a bra underneath so the shape of her nipples was plainly visible under the stretched fabric. It was so hot and wet in this forest that it was soaked with sweat and her areolas were beginning to show off. Realizing that did not bother her at all. On the contrary, it made her so hot that her nipples grew instantly to their peak size, engorged with blood and excitation although nobody had still made any move.
The former road was really in good state. The paving appeared sometimes under a mulch of rotten leaves. They knew how to build roads at that time! The Dalits had to cut their way through thick bushes but the real trees were growing on the slopes on each side. Some of them had fallen on the road and would need to be pushed out of the way. Not a very difficult task with so many hands!
They walked down for a mile when the lead man stopped suddenly. They were in a clearing created by the fall of a big tree. Its base had a curious shape with a flat expanse at his base looking like a big bed. Her three companions chatted in hindi too fast for her to catch anything apart from choot and gand : cunt and ass hole! They were discussing which hole they were going to fuck, just like that in front of her without any attempt of seduction!
Leena felt like a piece of meat waiting to be served to any customer, lower than a prostitute who would at least be allowed to choose who would fuck her and who would be paid for what she offered even though her customer might despise her. Here she was just a walking bunch of holes meant to cater for the needs of men, to be used by them, a very convenient tool as it would also prepare food, serve them at their work place, clean the tables, wash and mend their clothes or nurse their wounds, very convenient indeed. She should have been infuriated against Kira and Kyrhan but for some reason she was elated : how thoughtful and caring they had been to arrange for her such a complete humiliation! She felt her cunt already dripping with love juices, ready to be used by these three men, several times if they cared for it!
Tajun took her hand to lead her to the tree. Daleep looked like the gang leader. Leena did not even think of resisting the three men. Daleep was rubbing his crotch, already seated on the improvised bed. He was leering at her. He spoke to her in a vague pidgin English.
- You fucking nice. We fuckin you and be happy.
Everything had been said. That was clearly not the most romantic chat Leena had ever heard but she was now so aroused. She sat on the tree on the side of Daleep but she did not look at him. She crossed her long legs still covered by her damp fatigue pants. Immediately the three men gathered around her. Shilan reached over her shoulder, put his hand inside the front of her top and began to fondle her breasts. He had pulled out his cock and started to rub it against her thigh. She did not try to stop him and just sat quietly, with her heart beating faster. His cock was bigger than she remembered: it was more than ten inches long for sure and nearly as thick as Kyrhan's.
Tajun unbuttoned her fatigue pants and pushed them down. They had left her boots on. He did not try to undo them or take off completely her pants. She was now in her panties. He pulled them aside and rubbed his index along her pussy lips. The finger went out completely wet.
- I think she likes it, boys. This pretty white girl needs a hard fucking by real Indian men!
Tajun reached into her panties and took the right side band in his hands and tore it in one swift movement. He did the same thing on the other side and the band of fabric slid down to the soil on its own. He grabbed her legs and spread them apart. He was now rubbing the tip of his cock along the slit of her pussy, drawing her belly to him. Without foreplay, he pushed it inside. He did not wait to enter her completely before beginning to pump lewdly his meat in and out of her. Shilan was still mauling her breasts but he also held her hair in a strong grip to push her head forward as far as she would go to watch Tajun's cock pistoning in her cunt.
- Next time you come to visit the Princess, Leena, no need to take a room. Just come to visit us in our bungalows. We will prepare for you a very hot all night long welcome reception each time.
Leena did not reply. She concentrated on what they were doing to her abused body. She was watching in a daze their long fingers of dark brown to olive rugged skin exploring her white, creamy and tender thighs and breasts in a complete contrast of color.
- Owh! Girl, you have such a hot tight pussy. I will soon flood it with my hot jizzm. It will spurt out from your nose. I'm gonna plant my seed in your sweet white pussy while you watch me.
