Majboor Widhwaa Ch. 04

That night Monee felt her legs wobbling and shaking as she walks around the house and doing the household chores. After I have sucked, licked and probed her to orgasms with my persistent tongue, I managed to fuck her very hard with my raging manhood, fucking her with relentless thrusts.

Our bodies were drenched in sweat while our juices flow down our thighs and staining her bed. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist as I held her ankles and pound her pussy very hard. The thickness of My cock stretching her mature womanhood while the bulbous cock head grinding insistently against the tiny slit opening of her cervix, against the root of her fertility that lies beyond it.

She gasped again and again for breath as my mouth suckling hard on her large fat tits, nibbling her now rock hard dark nipples between my teeth.

Ever so slightly I would tug her nipples with my teeth and Monee would gasp and moan loudly while she raise her plump hips to meet my thrusts. Her long silky hair by now is drenched, but still in the loose plait she usually arrange it into. I pulled on her plait, making her face lifting upward as I move my mouth, kissing and nibbling her tender neck while my cock grind and pound her hairy cunt very hard, and very deep.

Monee let out another cry as her legs jerked hard and her arms wrap around my neck when she begins to cum very hard. I groaned loudly and rock my hips back and forth, slamming my cock to the depth of her cunt, pressing my cock head against her tender cervix as I groaned very loud and cum together with Monee.

My cock erupted violently, jet after jet of hot burning sperm splashing against her cervix, so hot they make her cried out in orgasm as her body shuddered like a leaf. Later as we caught our breath again, we felt asleep with our bodies tangled with each other for a few hours, and wake up at late afternoon, early evening.

Monee shakes her head hard a few times, trying to concentrate on her work at hand. It is already 8:00pm now, way pass the usual dinner time set by me. But the thought of the hot steamy sex this afternoon made her legs wobble and shaking still, and her skin, she noticed became quite smooth and silky.

She stood in front of the sink, washing vegetables and prepare for cooking, but can not help to hold her legs together and in a vain attempt to keep my seeds from flowing and dripping out her hairy mound.

As her thighs pressed hard together, she signed, feeling the undeniable change to her body after she arrived here, she bit her lips, deep in thought as she remembered the old teachings in India about how the body of a woman will change if she is sexually satisfied by a strong man.

That made her face burn with lust and embarrassment, she stills harbor feelings for her dead husband and her upbringing made this matter worse with the emphasis of chastity of women. Her body and heart, she decided now belong to me, but her mind, in the dark place she kept shut and tried not to look, there the ever present customs of her upbringing lurking in the shadow, stinging her with shame and guilt.

She wondered how her parents in law were doing. Her thoughts, though happier now, are still haunted and hang in mid air regarding her family, her only family back in India. After sharing the dinner with me, Monee excused herself back to her room while I sit on the couch and begin to read some magazines.

Slowly she climbs up the stairs, but paused as she heard my call. "Monee, before you go back to your room, go in to my bedroom and clean up the bin and those wasted papers on my desk," I said with a casual tone that suggested nothing other than, what it means literally.

She answered yes and turned around in the hallway toward my room. I grinned, "It is time she learns her place, yes, it is indeed time, let the scroll be unfold and truth be out. To what effect I wonder."

I said to myself and catch the sound of my bedroom door opens as Monee step into my room to what awaits her there on my large wooden hand carved desk. The room is dark, and it took her a few seconds to find the light switch.

It is the second time Monee has ever stepped into his bedroom, and what she did in her first time in there made her chuckle with embarrassment and shyness. The room is spacious, with a large window and silken curtains. She turns around and finds a large wooden desk set against the wall right next to the door, there are scrap papers, old news papers lying all over the desk, and a garbage bin under it was filled to the rim.

Monee lets out a small sign and begin to clean up the desk and empty the bin, just when she gathered all the waste paper together on the desk, she saw something, in Hindi. Curiously she take a look and what she read shocked her and chilled her from head to toe, her body shaking despite all her cries for calm.

It is a contract, a legal binding contract, written both in Hindi and English. With trembling hands, Monee reads through the pages and the more she read the more she felt there is a dagger slowly piercing through her heart as all her world seems to crumbling down on her.

The contract summarized up to a short sentence, "we, the parents in law of Monee, here legally accepting $3 million rupees from Mr. Steve and sell our daughter in law, Monee into his household to do as he wishes. And with our signatures, she is disowned from our household and shall begin to serve Mr. Steve, entering his household immediately."

Monee dropped the contract on the table, her hands trembling, her mind a blank, all she had was gone, and her family disowned her, and even sold her to another man. Her lips open and close a few times, tears welling in her eyes, slowly she turns around and tried to exit the room only to find me standing by the door, looking at her.

Her lips trembles as she looks up at me and tries to speak, but found no words she can say nor ask that might ease her pain. The she takes a step forward, and slowly, very slowly leaned her head against my shoulder and begin to sob.

I grinned, and open my arms to offer comfort and solace. "So the truth is revealed, now a new day will truly begin," I said to myself as I held Monee in my arms and offer her the comfort of my company.

Both of us kept silent as Monee sobbed. For moments that seemed like eternity, I held Monee. Then slowly she disengaged from me, taking a step backward and looks up at me, her eyes were filled with confusion and mixed feeling.

I stepped aside and gesture her that she should rest, Monee walked on the soft carpeted floor, her steps heavy just like her thoughts.

Once back in her room, Monee collapsed on her bed, and covered herself under the blanket, now letting her sadness pour out as she cried out in the utter betrayal committed by her family.

"HOW" "HOW"

She kept asking herself, but finds herself unable to answer with even a single word. Just minutes ago, home and family seem so close, but now both are out of her reach for all the time in the world. She is alone, utterly, alone.

Her hand went up to her ample bosom, feeling her heart ripped into pieces as tears flowing down her cheeks and wet the pillow along with the sheet and blankets. Monee cried and cried, curled into a ball on her bed as loneliness swept through her entire being.

Gently and slowly I sit on her bed and pull her into my arms again, offering her solace and companionship in her hour of need. A flash of devilish smile curled up the corner of my mouth, "The ties are severed, the lonely dove now helpless, and alone, with no one else to turn to except to the darkness that engulfs her whole."

That night Monee slept uneasily with me next to her, her hands clinging to me, afraid to let loose.

Looking down at her face as she slept, "The wheel of fortune is turning and the wind of destiny awaits you, my slave Monee." I said with a slow paced glacial tone that will chill any living thing to the core of their core.

All except Monee, who sleeps more soundly and feel secure that I was there with her, unaware that she was swallowed into a hole to which she has no hope to the light or climb out ever again.

Monee wakes up to the morning sunlight that shone through the windows, she lazily turned a bit and finds me lying next to her on the bed. Her face darkened a bit as she remembered the dread contract I have on my desk. She bit her lips, let her mind wonder what she will do now, then a voice, louder than ever said to her, "stay, be his slave, be his lover, mother, elder sister, whatever he wants of you will be better than what awaits you back in India, if you even have a home there to go back to."

Monee gasps, never did she realized that after last night the last line, the last wall crumbled in her, making her heart and mind vulnerable and open for suggestions. And I was here to hold her, to comfort her and now to a degree, I exerted control over her, putting an image, an essence that I dominate and control her in her mind. It is not strong, but it will no doubt affect her thinking and reasoning.

Her mind, now freed from its previous boundaries and restrains, begins to see me as the dominant and central figure in her psyche. I smiled at her and tell Monee it is time to get up, and suggest her to take a shower and get herself freshened up. Monee nodded and after shyly place a kiss on my cheeks, she gets out of the bed and begins to undress herself naked.

Now she felt natural to be naked in my presence, after she got naked, she step into the shower and turn on the water, letting hot water relaxing her muscles as she rinse her hair with shampoo. I grinned and followed into the shower; I stand behind Monee and begin to rub the underside of her huge soft tits, rubbing her large fat nipples hard.

My raging manhood pressing hard against her back as Monee proceeds to finish washing her long hair and turned around, smiled lovingly at me. Her hands reach out and take my cock into her soft supple hands, stroking my shaft up and down.

Then she kneeled in the shower and take my huge shaft into her wet mouth, sucking loudly, bobbing up and down on my cock, and using her tongue to lick all over my dick. I moaned loudly, and pull her face down on my cock, making her sucking me harder.

Hot water splashing on our bodies as I enjoy her new found submission. She begin to slurp very loudly as I feel my balls tighten and ready to burst, Monee looks up and her eyes speaks loudly, "Please feed your loyal devoted maid your precious cum."

I thrust my hips back and forth a bit, fucking her mouth as I groaned loudly, and erupted all I have in her wet sucking mouth as Monee eagerly and hungrily swallow all of my hot cum.

I groaned loudly as I cum hard, Monee sucked and licked my cock vigorously then let go of my cock and stand up, shaking, asking in a small trembling voice, "Master, did I please you? Did I do well as your maid? Am I your good devoted Indian woman?"

Her sense of being and family was lost all in one crucial blow last, her upbringings taught her that woman should be a part of the family, to be loyal and devoted for it is their purpose in life, traditionally.

What the contract designed to do, I grinned to myself, is to deal a fatal blow to her sense of belonging, making her feel alone, unwanted, betrayed, shamed...etc.

To make her extremely vulnerable for my plan, to force her mind into a state of confusion and shock so I can begin to control her, to make her psyche recognize me as the dominant man, "the man" in her mind for her to put her devotion to.

"Yes of course you are, you are mine!" I said in a soft voice to Monee and she immediately relaxed and her expression brightened up as she rubbed her breasts against my chest as her hands trying to take hold of raging huge cock and serve it with her body.

She now turned into the very traditional thinking of Indian women, to serve men and be pregnant with his children, Monee now finds herself safe in the very traditional way, and she needs to be used in the traditional way as her mind wrapped around me in her psyche as the dominating man in order to cope with her loss of sense of belonging.

The betrayal of her family left her mind a huge gapping hole and her mind was desperate in grasping straws in order to keep her from going mad and loses her sanity.

"And I was there for her," I laughed to myself as I pull her to me and have Monee raise her leg as I lowered myself and thrust my hips upward till I sank all my fat dick up her hairy mound, Monee signed, moaning as she wiggles her hips slight and trying to hold my cock in her cunt.

I begin to fuck her slowly under the hot water, I can feel the tension build in my cock as I thrust my hips and slamming my manhood deeply into her body and plow her wet field very hard and deep.

We groaned together under the shower till we are both spent. Afterward, Monee dried us with a big towel and murmured that she should get changed and prepare breakfast for me. I nodded, letting her has some time to herself will be quite beneficial for her, after all, I did not go through all these trouble to have her gone mad and insane and ends up needs to be institutionalized.

Watching her slowly walking down the stairs I grinned, "Everything is going according to plan," I told myself, now the cloak of darkness will truly engulf her as whole.

As I walk downstairs to begin my daily exercise session, Monee hummed to herself as she begins to make a hearty breakfast. She is happy, a lot happier than last night, the betrayal of her family bit her so hard the specula almost fell from her hand.

Must keep happy thoughts, must keep Mr. Steve happy, yes, focus on Mr. Steve, that is more productive, and that is good for you. She repeated to herself several times before go back to her cooking.

Today she decided that she will make some shrimp omelets along with pan fried potatoes. She first heated the pan on the stove, then pour some oil, heat it evenly before she add the already prepared frozen shrimps and pour the scrambled eggs into the large pan.

The egg and shrimp sizzling in the pan as the sweet aroma of food fill the kitchen/dining room once again. After intense exercising, I slowly walk up to the main floor and lazily strode into the kitchen, open the curtains and blinds, letting bright sun light come in through the windows.

Monee said in a cheerful tone, "Mr. Steve, breakfast ready fast very." I nodded and open the fridge, take a jar of milk and pour myself a big glass of it. I drink half of it down thirstily before I take my usual seat by the large dining table.

Then I sip the milk, letting myself loose in the thought, in the moment and not to think of all those mind games, but to simply adore, beauty. Garbed loosely in a creamy yellow sari and a matching blouse, her curves are the gift from god to men.

My eyes traced from her ample large tits down to her slightly plumpish waist, them to her ripe juicy buttocks, not exactly hour glass figure, but more sensual, more womanly mature.

"Which is why she was chosen," I reassured myself. I watched her buttocks jingle as she hummed in a rhythm that though is unfamiliar to me, quite pleasant to my ears. I closed my eyes, enjoying and letting myself drunk in this serenity. My mind wondered and relaxed until Monee tapped me on my shoulder and asked with an uncertain voice if I would like to have my breakfast now.

She gets a nod as my reply then I leaned back against the chair and open my eyes; just by inhaling the wonderful scent of her cooking is enough to making my stomach roar with hunger.

I smiled at her and have Monee sits down with me as we enjoy a good morning meal in relatively rare silence, both have much in mind but chose not to speak out at this moment.

Monee ate her share quietly, but her eyes never left me as her mind focused all her attention on me. Then she felt something touching her legs, she looks down and only finds I extend my legs, caressing hers and working my way up toward her creamy smooth thighs.

She smiled and opens her legs wide, inviting me to explore the jungle covering her now moist womanhood. She signed in pleasure as my toes rubbed against her slit, exploring her pussy with my feet. Begging for more she spread her legs wide open and almost throw herself onto my foot as I rubbed her hairy labia hard. "OOOOOH OOOOOH GOD..."

Monee moaned loudly as her cunt flooded itself in response to her arousal. My toes persistently explore the thick mass of her fur, rubbing hard against her slit and occasionally press into her slippery and hot pussy causing Monee to moan ever so slight and bit her lips.

Sliding my toe in and out her cunt, her hands now tugging tightly on her sari as her eyes half shut, her body leans back against the chair and her lips would part slight when she moan in ecstasy.

Monee begins to moan louder and louder, she can feel her vaginal muscles clenching so tightly around his toe, and every time he pushes into her womanhood, she can not help but to tighten her body and welcoming his invading advances with her pussy.

Slowly I pull my foot back and leaving Monee flushed and wet, her chest heaved and along with it, her big soft tits, her breath short and hallow as she tries to calm herself down.

Monee flashes me a look then lowered her head as she tries to rearranges her sari to a presentable look, even though her arousal had already wetted it in addition to the big wet spot on the chair she sits on right now.

I smiled then finish the rest of my omelet and potato, inform her that I will be in my room working and am not to be disturbed unless it is of dire emergency. She murmured yes before I head back upstairs into my room and shut the door close and lock it behind me.

I sit on my big comfy chair and turn on the monitoring screen. On it I observed her movements and actions, and can hear her humming, whispering and murmuring. After clean up the plates, forks and cups, Monee heads back upstairs into her room.

Since I am in my own room, therefore she did not think it would be much of a necessity to close the door fully, instead, she only shuts the door half close so in case I called, she can respond faster. She begins to undress after opening the closet door and take a look at herself in the big full length mirror, Monee takes off the wet sari, and carefully using a hairdryer to dry it.

It dried fast under the hot wind of the hairdryer, and Monee looks up, looking at her body, naked from waist down in the mirror, and in the secret of my sound proof room, I laughed as I can see her clearly as well. She looks at her plumpish figure in the mirror; her hands measuring her not so slim waist line then trace the thick jungle that covers her body from navel down to her fat mounds. Her fingers brushing against her clit as her body shivered and a moan escaped from her mouth.

She looks around, and then went to close the door tightly shut, but still so unaware that she can do nothing to escape my eyes. Monee slowly raise her right let up and rest it on her bed, then she use her fingers to spread her fat labia open, exposing her very moist womanhood and engorged clit.

I looked on with great interest, wondering what she is up to now, "So what will you do now Monee? What are you going to do?" I asked myself. Then on the monitor, Monee walks toward the night stand next to her bed and pull open a drawer, taking out a small calendar book and begin to count the date and fingers, murmuring.

I zoomed in on the calendar and switch angles, boost the sound reception in the tiny spy microphone, what I see made me grin at first and then laugh loudly.

On the small calendar book, Monee circled her menstrual period and is now counting the date and time of her fertility. "It is close, so close, should I let Mr. Steve know? No. No. What will he think of you? It is good to keep it a secret, it is a womanly matter and unworthy of his attention. But...what will happen if I am bred and become pregnant? Pregnancy! Oh gods, will Mr. Steve be so disgust with me that he will throw me out? No, it can not be, had it not been proved in India that you maybe infertile and that is why you were unable to bear even a girl in all those years of marriage? But...but it could also be that my...my ex was infertile and that is why we had no children. If that is true, then oh god, all those...those fucking Mr. Steve gave me would have me...me impregnated in no time! Is it such a bad thing to bear his children? Besides, is it not a womanly duty to bear children? And if Mr. Steve owns you, then what was there to discuss in the first place? You are his are you not? But...But..."